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Since Forever
SUMMARY: After a harrowing near-death experience in the sky when a routine training exercise goes wrong, you and Jake are forced to confront the unspoken tension that's always simmered between you. With a crash landing and a moment that changes everything, the line between squadmates and something more begins to blur.
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WARNINGS: Angst, Mutual Pining, Plane Crash (Smoke, Impact, Head Injury, Blood), Cussing
WORD COUNT: 3.6k
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The dry California air carried the hum of activity on the tarmac, the heat shimmering in waves off the asphalt as you stood in your flight suit, clipboard in hand. The roar of jets echoed in the background, a familiar symphony youâd grown accustomed to over the years. North Island was as bustling as ever, a mix of old faces and new ones prepping for the upcoming training exercises.
You were focused on your pre-flight checks, meticulously going over every detail on your clipboard. Attention to detail had always been your strong suit, something that had earned you respect in the cockpit and plenty of snide comments from one particular squad mate.
âStill babysitting that clipboard, Ace?â
You didnât have to look up to know who it was. Jake âHangmanâ Seresinâs voice was unmistakableâsmooth, cocky, and always laced with that infuriating Texan drawl.
âStill babysitting your ego, Bagman?â you shot back without missing a beat, your eyes remaining on your checklist.
From the corner of your eye, you saw him saunter closer, his helmet tucked under one arm, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Jake had a way of walking that oozed confidence, like he owned every space he entered. It was both maddening and, if you were honest with yourself, slightly impressive.
âTouchĂŠ,â he drawled, stopping a few feet away. âBut seriously, Ace, youâve been doing this long enough to know the damn thingâs not going to sprout wings and fly off without you.â
You finally glanced up, arching a brow at him. âSays the guy who spent fifteen minutes arguing with the crew chief yesterday about the âperfectâ alignment of his seat harness.â
âThatâs called being thorough,â Jake replied, unfazed. âYou should try it sometime.â
You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to your jet. âIs there something you actually need, or are you just here to be a pain in my ass?â
Jakeâs grin widened. âCanât a guy check in on his favorite squad mate?â
âFavorite?â you echoed, snorting. âYou must be losing your touch, Hangman. Last time I checked, I was the one gunning for top marks on this run.â
âThatâs what makes you my favorite,â he said smoothly, his tone dropping just enough to make your stomach do a small, unwelcome flip.
You hated how he could do thatâhow he could make the simplest comment sound like it was loaded with a thousand unspoken things. It was part of the tension that had simmered between you two for years, a strange, undefined thing neither of you had ever acknowledged out loud.
âWell, donât get too comfortable,â you replied, setting your clipboard down. âIâve got a jet to fly, and youâve got an ego to stroke somewhere else.â
Jake tilted his head, his green eyes glinting with amusement. âCareful, Ace. One of these days, that sharp tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble.â
You stepped closer, narrowing your eyes at him as you adjusted the strap on your helmet. âAnd one of these days, Seresin, youâre going to realize that not everyone is impressed by your southern charm.â
For a moment, neither of you moved. It was like a standoff, the air crackling with the kind of tension that was all too familiar between the two of you. Then Jake stepped back, a soft chuckle escaping him as he raised his hands in mock surrender.
âFair enough,â he said, his grin still firmly in place. âBut donât say I didnât warn you.â
He turned and started walking toward his jet, his gait as cocky as ever. You shook your head, exhaling slowly as you tried to refocus on the task at hand.
Damn him.
Even now, years after youâd first met, Jake Seresin still had the ability to get under your skin in a way no one else could. And despite the irritation bubbling in your chest, you couldnât entirely shake the small, secret part of you that liked it.
* * * *
The sky was a perfect blueâno clouds, just an endless expanse stretching out in front of you. It was supposed to be a simple exercise, just another day in the air, but your instincts had been nagging at you all morning. Something felt off.
You were flying at full throttle, running through the mission parameters, your fingers lightly grazing the controls as you focused on the task at hand. In the distance, you could see Jakeâs jetâsmooth and precise, cutting through the air just like always. You kept your distance, the tension between you two still palpable, even miles above the earth.
Then, without warning, the engine sputtered.
"Shit," you muttered under your breath, eyes flicking to the gauges. The warning lights blinked red, and your stomach dropped like a stone. The engineâyour primary engineâlocked up.
âAce, you copy?â The crackling voice of your Captain came through your comms, sharp and urgent. âWhatâs your status?â
You took a steadying breath, trying to keep your pulse under control. The jet was starting to lose altitude, slowly at first, but it wasnât going to be slow for long.
âEngineâs locked,â you said, voice tight. You glanced down at your instruments again, hoping for a miracle. âIâm losing power. Going down.â
 Jakeâs voice exploded through your earpiece. âDonât do anything stupid, Ace. You hear me? Eject if you have to!â
The words felt like a slap in the face. He was always the first one to play the hero, always telling you what to do like you were some rookie.
âDonât tell me what to do, Seresin,â you snapped, teeth gritting as you struggled to maintain control. You banked hard to the left, trying to level out, but the jet was sluggishâtoo sluggish. It was dropping faster now, and the ground was coming up at you way too quickly. âIâm not ejecting.â
âI saidââ Jakeâs voice broke through again, but you could already hear the Captain cutting him off.
âAce, listen to me. You have two options right now,â the Captain said, his tone firm, no room for negotiation. âEject, or try to bring her in. But you donât have much altitude left.â
You had a split second to make a choice. The sky was shrinking, the earth creeping closer with every heartbeat. Your mind racedâejecting would be easy, sure. But it would cost you the plane, and it would mean another mission down the drain. And there was always that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you had to rely on someone else to pull you from the wreckage.
You focused, blocking out the voices in your comms, focusing on the controls, on what you could do.
You had one good engine. It wasnât ideal, but you had just enough altitude to make a hard landing. If you timed it right.
âIâm landing this bird,â you said, your voice steely with determination. You could feel the sweat building under your helmet, your pulse pounding in your ears, but your hands were steady. âIâve got this.â
âAce!â Jakeâs voice came again, a mix of frustration and panic threading through his words. âYou donât have the altitudeââ
âShut up, Seresin,â you cut him off, your jaw clenched as you took a deep breath. The ground was closing in fast now, the harsh reality of the situation crashing over you. You had seconds to decide how you were going to do this. You could almost hear your heartbeat in your throat as you worked the throttle, pushing the remaining engine to its limits.
âAce, eject now!â Jake was practically shouting now, but you didnât have the time to argue. You were already lining up the rough terrain, calculating the risks in your head. Youâd done it beforeâthis was just another challenge to overcome. âIf you crashââ
âI said Iâve got this!â you growled, pushing the throttle forward and making a last-ditch effort to pull the jet back into some semblance of control.
The sound of the engine was sickening now, almost wheezing, but it was still holding on. You could feel the nose of the plane dip, and you knew it was time. There was no turning back now.
You aimed for the small strip of flat ground, mentally calculating the distance between you and the crash site, praying to every deity that you could pull this off.
The jet dropped faster.
Your stomach lurched.
You could hear the voices of your teamâyour Captainâfading in the background, their instructions turning into static. All you could hear now was the roar of the engine, your breath, and the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears.
And then the wheels hit the earth. It was harder than you expected. The jet groaned under the strain, the fuselage screeching as you fought for control. The wheels bounced once, twice, and the jet jerked to the side as you fought the controls with everything you had left. The impact was brutal. You slammed into the seat, the world going black for a split second before your mind jolted back into reality.
Your head throbbed, a sharp pain searing behind your eyes. You blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but everything felt off. Dizzy. The pain was sharp, but you couldnât focus on it now.
Your hands still gripped the controls like you were trying to hold the whole world together. You could feel the tension in your neck, the tremor in your hands.
And then, the voice you hadnât realized you were waiting for came through your comms, strained and desperate:
âAce, talk to me. Are you okay?â
You were silent for a moment, trying to find your bearings. The crash had knocked the wind out of you, but you had to focus. You had to focus.
âIâm... fine,â you gritted out. Your vision was blurry, your head swimming, but you needed to keep it together. âI just need toââ
The world went black for a few moments. The crash had been rough, everything moving too fast, and then you were suddenly weightless, disoriented, and struggling to remember how you had even ended up in this situation. The impact had jarred you, rattling your body so hard you werenât sure which way was up. The cockpit was filled with smoke, the once-pristine view of the sky now replaced by the harsh, metallic scent of burning fuel.
You could hear the sounds of the control tower in your headset, distant voices now muffled and indistinct. Your head throbbed, dizziness clouding your thoughts. Something was wrongâyou were wrongâbut the panic started to subside as your mind tried to latch onto something, anything familiar.
The sound of a plane's engines revving pierced the air, and that was when you realized you werenât alone anymore. Jake's voice cut through the haze.
"Stay with me, Ace, Iâm almost there" he barked, his tone uncharacteristically sharp, the usual cocky bravado gone. His voice was full of urgency, tight with a level of fear you hadnât expected to hear.
You managed to open your eyes, the world around you spinning, but through the haze, you saw his plane descending in the distanceâhe was landing, landing without permission. Your heart skipped a beat, knowing he was disregarding protocol to get to you.
Within seconds, Jake's jet was on the ground, its wheels screeching as it touched down, and he was already sprinting toward you. There was no waiting for rescue teams, no giving orders. It was just him, and you.
Your chest was tight, your breath shallow, and for a brief moment, you wondered if it was all just a nightmare. Then, through the haze of your spinning mind, Jakeâs face appearedâhis eyes wide, his expression frantic as he reached the wreckage.
Without hesitation, he pulled open the hatch, the cockpit door groaning under the force. He didnât hesitate, didnât waste a second. He carefully pulled your helmet off of you. His eyes moving to the blood that was caused from the impact. His hands then started working to undo your harness, fingers shaking as he snapped the straps free, pulling you into his arms before you could even comprehend what was happening.
His breath was frantic, like he was holding it in, waiting for some kind of confirmation that you were really there. That you were still alive. And in that moment, as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, the world started to stabilize. Your breath came in shaky gasps, your head pounding as the dizziness slowly began to fade.
You blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from your brain. The weight of your body felt heavier than normal, your limbs still stiff from the crash. But it wasnât just your body that felt like it was slowing downâit was your mind. Everything was racing too fast, the adrenaline still pushing you into action, but in Jakeâs arms, there was a moment of stillness. A second where nothing mattered but the fact that you were safe.
"Donât you ever do that again," Jake muttered, his voice trembling despite the tough exterior he always wore. His words hit you harder than any of the physical pain, and you felt a strange, overwhelming wave of emotion rush through you. It was as though all the walls youâd both built over the years had crumbled with one unspoken truth. Jake was scared, and in this moment, it wasnât about flying, or missions, or protocols. It was about you.
You barely registered that you were leaning into him, your chest falling against his as you came back to yourself, your body reacting without thinking, your mind still spinning. His hands were gently running over your back, soothing you, grounding you, even though you could feel the anxiety still vibrating through him.
âJ-Jake,â you stuttered.
"I'm here. Iâve got you." His words were a soft mantra, repeated over and over as if he needed to hear them as much as you did.
You shook your head, trying to clear the fog.Â
âI... Iâm fine,â you said, your voice shaky as you pulled away slightly, lifting your head from his chest. But the moment you tried to step back, you felt his arms tighten, keeping you close. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make you stop moving entirely.
âNo, youâre not fine,â he shot back, his voice low but full of conviction. His hands still rested on your back, holding you steady, like he wasnât going to let go anytime soon. He wasnât just holding you. He was holding you like he was terrified of losing you. âYou scared the hell out of me, Ace.â
You swallowed, feeling a weight in your chest you hadnât been prepared for. The vulnerability in his words was jarring. He had never let his guard down like this before. But there it wasâraw, unfiltered concern.
The words stuck in your throat, but somehow you found yourself meeting his gaze, feeling the space between you two close, the tension palpable.Â
"Since when did you ever care about me like that?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, more of a breathless thought than anything.
Jake froze, his hand still on your arm as he stared at you, his jaw tight, eyes searching yours. For a moment, the world felt suspended in that one breath between you two. He didnât back away. Instead, his face softened, his expression caught between frustration and something deeper, something he wasnât saying.
âSince fucking forever, you idiot,â he replied, his voice thick with emotion, almost a growl.
Jake stepped closer, his hand slipping from your arm to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing the skin there in a rare, intimate gesture. The contact sent a jolt through you, and suddenly, nothing about this situation felt like just another close call. This felt like something else entirely. Something you couldnât ignore any longer.
âI thought I was gonna lose you today,â Jake murmured, his voice low, steady now but still thick with emotion. His forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. âI canât lose you, Ace. I donât think Iâd make it.â
The weight of his words landed heavily in your chest. The truth between you two was finally out, raw and real. You swallowed, trying to hold back the lump in your throat.
âIâm not going anywhere, Jake,â you whispered, your voice hoarse. âNot without you.â
Jake sighed and then asked you again, âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine,â you said, your voice softer now. You still felt the ache in your head, the sharp sting in your chest, but it wasnât nearly as important as the way Jake was looking at you now.
His hands slid down your back, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You could see his jaw clench, the words stuck somewhere between his teeth, and then he shook his head.
âAre you? You sure as hell didnât look fine in that damn cockpit,â he muttered, his voice low and tight. âYou couldâveâYouâre the closest thing Iâve got to family out here, Ace," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I donât know what Iâd do without you." His words were a stark contrast to the cocky bravado he usually carried. This was real, and it was raw. "You donât get to put me through that again, got it?"
You swallowed hard, your heart beating so fast it felt like it might explode in your chest. All the tension, all the unspoken things that had hung between you two for years, were now laid bare in the open. There was no hiding anymore. No pretending like you didnât feel it, too.
âJakeâŚâ you started, but the words wouldnât come.Â
Instead, you pulled him down into a kissâsoft at first, tentative, but it was as if something broke open between you. You felt the fear, the relief, the longing all tangled up in that moment. His lips moved against yours, a little desperate, a little shaky, but it was real.
When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavy, eyes still locked, both of you trying to process what had just happened.
âI donât know what this is, Jake,â you whispered, your voice trembling just slightly.
âI donât either,â he admitted, running a hand through his hair as if trying to pull himself together.
The words hung between you two, thick with meaning. You didnât know what was going to happen next, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like maybe you didnât need to figure it out all at once.
You both stayed there, in the middle of the wreckage, still alive, still hereâand for the first time in a long time, that was enough.
But then, all too soon, reality crashes back in.
A voice from outside the cockpit, sharp and professional, cuts through the intimacy of the moment like a splash of cold water.
âHangman! Ace!â The search and rescue team has arrived, and the urgency in their voice snaps Jake out of his daze. âWe need to get them out of there, now. Base is requesting immediate transport.â
Jake pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he takes a deep breath, like heâs trying to steady himself. His hand still lingers on your waist, the warmth of it grounding you, but his eyes betray a hesitationâreluctance to let go of the moment.
âCome on, letâs get you out of here, Ace,â he mutters under his breath, almost to himself as much as to you.
You nod, feeling your heart hammering again, but for a different reason now. His gaze softens, and thereâs a flash of something unspoken between youâa promise, maybe. You canât quite find the words for it, but you feel it deep in your bones.
The medics are waiting outside, and with one final, reluctant glance at you, Jake starts to lift you away from the cockpit. With his steady presence, and one arm around your waist, he helps you out of the cockpit.
âEasy now,â he murmurs as he guides you down, keeping you close to his chest as if he canât bear to let you out of his arms just yet. âTake it slow.â
As soon as your feet touch the ground, the search and rescue team rushes to assist you, but Jake doesn't let go immediately. His fingers linger on your arm, his gaze flicking between you and the team as if heâs weighing somethingâlike heâs not quite ready to leave you in someone elseâs hands. He hesitates, looking like he wants to say something, but the team is already ushering you toward the waiting helicopter.
âIâm coming with you,â he says, voice firm.
âJake, you donât have toââ you start, but he interrupts, his tone brokering no argument.
âNo. Iâm staying with you.â
The hum of the helicopterâs blades is loud against your ears, but everything else seems muffled as you lie back on the stretcher, still reeling from the crash and the kiss thatâs left a strange warmth in your chest. The medics are busy around you, but you can barely focus on them, your mind still racing, spinning from the events of the last few minutes.
The moment Jake climbs in beside you, his presence fills the space. He doesn't hesitate, sitting down next to your stretcher and taking your hand immediately, his fingers curling around yours like it's the only thing tethering him to reality. His face is tight with worry, but the way he holds your hand gives you a strange sense of comfort, something steady amidst the chaos.
The medics move quickly, checking your vitals and assessing your condition, but you can barely register it, your heart still thumping in your chest as the adrenaline from the crash ebbs away, leaving you exhausted. One of the medics starts to remove your flight suit, carefully peeling it off your shoulders to get a better look at any possible injuries, leaving you in nothing but a thin tank top that clings to your skin.
You feel exposed, vulnerable, as the cool air brushes against your skin. Itâs an unsettling feeling, but Jakeâs hand is still in yours, and when the medic starts to prod at your ribs, you squeeze his hand instinctively, a shiver running down your spine.
âHey,â Jake murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he leans in closer, his gaze never leaving you. âFocus on me, okay? Look at me.â
His voice is calm, reassuring, and even though you're still reeling, his presence is grounding you, pulling you out of the haze of discomfort and medical poking. His thumb rubs small circles over the back of your hand as the medic continues his examination, but Jake doesn't flinch. He doesn't pull away.
âJust look at me,,â Jake repeats, his voice steady. âYouâre fine. Iâm here.â
You manage to meet his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze sends a strange warmth flooding through you, cutting through the nervousness. In this moment, itâs just you and him, as if the rest of the world has faded away. You want to say somethingâtell him that you're okay, that you donât need all this attentionâbut the words get lost in your throat.
Instead, you hold onto him tighter, needing him to keep you tethered, to keep you from feeling so exposed and raw.
The medic moves on to checking your head, and you wince at the touch, the sting of pain making you flinch. Jake immediately leans forward, his hand tightening around yours as he shifts closer.
âEasy, Ace,â he murmurs. âYouâre okay. Focus on me. Thatâs it.â
You nod, trying to focus on his words, trying to push the discomfort and the questions swirling in your mind to the back of your head. His presence is like a lifeline. His voice is the one thing that makes you feel like youâre not alone in this. Like you're not just another casualty.
âOnce theyâre done poking and prodding, weâre going to get you something strong to drink,â Jake says softly, the corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile as his thumb brushes against your hand once more. âAnd Iâm not talking about water. Iâm thinking something a little more... celebratory.â
A part of you wants to laugh, but you're too exhausted, too wired from the whole experience. Still, there's a glimmer of something in Jakeâs eyes now, something more than just the mission or the tension between you. Thereâs something new in his gaze, like a shift, and you feel it tooâthis unspoken understanding between you both that things are different now.
"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" you murmur, your voice hoarse from the adrenaline. "One minute, you're flying like a maniac, and the next, you're talking about taking me out for a drink like it's a... date."
Jakeâs grin widens slightly, the kind of smile that only happens when heâs completely unguarded. âIâm thinking itâs more than a date, Ace,â he replies, squeezing your hand again. âMaybe itâs a... celebration. You know, to celebrate you not getting yourself killed.â
His tone is playful, but thereâs something real behind it, a tenderness that wasnât there before. Something thatâs been waiting to come to the surface for a long time.
The helicopter ride drags on as the medics continue their work, but Jake stays by your side the entire time, never letting go of your hand, his steady presence like a quiet promise that heâs not going anywhere. His words from earlier echo in your mind, and you realize that, for the first time, you donât feel alone. Not with him here. Not after everything youâve been through.
When you finally land back at base, youâre still a little shaky, but the thought of what Jake saidâof what he hinted atâkeeps you grounded, keeps you looking forward to what comes next, whatever that is.
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â° SHOW ďš ARCANE !
︾ WARNING(S) ďšâ° swearing ⸠violence ďš sex
︾ relationship ďš Vi x fem!fragile!reader x Caitlyn
NOTE: short chapter ? (If you guys have any questions head to my inbox ^^, and I all know we wanna see a sex scene where theyâre bumping against each others clits, and scissoring, Itâll happen soon trust me)
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YOU WALK INTO a pretty battered up place, a hand on your hip as you walked next to caitlyn. you were still a little injured from yesterday but thatâs okay, the green smoke was clouding your goggles that were attached to your face, causing a frustrated sigh to escape you. the rest of the enforcers including you, were searching for jinx after the incident that had happened.
It wasnât just an incident, it was a pretty big one, cause caitlynâs mom got caught in the crossfire. least to say it wasnât surprising that caitlyn was on the verge of losing it, but she was holding her composure the best she could.
Not to mention you getting hurt was one of her biggest regrets, she wish she couldâve protected you moreâ but things happen.
Vi checks over her shoulder from time to time to make sure youâre alright, she doesnât want you getting caught in her sisterâs bullshit. It was pretty scary being here, if you were truthful.
You never met jinx but youâve heard so many good and bad things about her. Honestly, none of it seemed to make sense anymore. She just sounded like a broken person overall, someone who just needed help.
Jinx was hiding somewhere near the ceiling, she could see you, caitlyn, and vi. her pink colored eyes landing on you as she raised her gun slightly, she wondered what it would be like if vi were to lose the most precious thing sheâs had in her lifeâ due to being in jail for long 7 years.
You and caitlyn really switched viâs life around, even though right now she didnât like having to be an enforcer. But if it was to stop her sister? It was the right thing to do, it has to stop at some point.
Jinx hand starts to shake as tears prick her eyes, she leans back and hides behind a wallâ not bothering to take the shot.
Sheâs just hated what her sisters become, so lovestruck on you and out to get herâ it wasnât fair.
You flinch slightly when music suddenly comes on, making you step back quickly.
âItâs okay, (name).â Maddie tells you, placing her hand on your shoulder. âNo oneâs there.â
Caitlynâs eye twitched when she saw the way maddie had placed her hand on your shoulder, her lips upturning into a frown as she grew a little annoyedâ maddie always used the sweet act with you just to get close.
And it pissed off vi and cait.
YOU HAD TO take a minute to catch your breath as you leaned against the wall, collapsing to your knees as you lift up your top underneath your shirt, the gash still there from the time you had gotten injured after the explosion. Vi and caitlyn make their way towards you, their expressions full of worry and concern.
âAre you okay, love?â Caitlyn asks as she kneels to your level, the height difference between you three very visible. Cait being taller than vi and vi being taller than you. that was so cute.
Vi tucks some of your hair behind your ear as she rubs her thumb over your cheek, âwe can take you back. you didnât have to come with us.â she tells you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.
âNo, no,â You reply. âI want to help. Iâm tired of lying in bed doing nothing.â
Caitlyn knows it wasnât the best time to be taking at look at your boobs but they were so round and pretty she just wanted to put her hand over it and squeeze them in her possession. If only her thoughts werenât so vivid right now, she probably would be dead set on getting revenge on jinx whichâof courseâshe still is.
Vi reaches to grab the curvy part of your waist, her hand easily squeezing there gently. âOkay. but if you feel sick let us know.â
âIâm okay, guys, seriously.â You tell them, âI can handle myself.â
âIf youâre sure.â Caitlyn replies, trying to keep her dirty thoughts away.
If they were out of sight, theyâd be out of mind. right?
Wrong!
Vi couldnât help but take a look at your chest again, oh this felt so wrong and disrespectful but it felt so good at the same time. when she first met you, she already knew she would take a liking to you.
The thought of being between your legs right now and wanting to hear you whimper was not what she had in mind but she wanted it to happen, she craved it to happen.
Standing up you dust yourself off, âokay-- letâs go get the others. I think I know a route.â
âAfter you sweets.â Vi replies softly, dusting herself off.
Caitlyn stood up as well, vi taking a long look at your ass before quickly adverting her gaze.
They do not know how long theyâre gonna last.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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the audacity of @un-women to make so many posts about the women of Lebanon, but not a single one about the women of israel, or much less about the 13 hostages is a total crime.
as a Jewish woman with both an Israeli and Argentinian citizenships, two jewish communities who were seriously hurt by Hezbollah crimes, i am deeply outraged by this.
seems like being an international voice didnât make you feel obligated to do some proper research before talking, so let me do it for you. unlike israeli women, no, not all of lebanon is under attack. there are very specific regions that the lebanese government (+military) lost itâs hold on to the terror group of hezbollah MANY YEARS ago. hezbollah completely rules the region and started an ongoing, unprovoked attack on israel on october 8th, 2023. long story short? the israeli and lebanese states arenât at war at all, actually. the thing is that the lebanese government basically doesnât mess with hezbollah, like at all either, so theyâve being bombing the israeli north completely unhinged, since october â23, until israel attacked back and now yâall are so worried that israel is being too aggressive as always. hereâs a map of lebanon and itâs regions (strong green for hezbollah):
as you may see, all of the border with israel is hezbollah, so after the war in 2006, after a ceasefire was declared, useless unifil soldiers were stationed there as well. obviously it didnât bother hezbollah from making bunkers literally everywhere, under civilian homes, mostly to hide the craziest amount of ammo you can think of, but also to infiltrate israel and hurt civilians. those are the targets, idk why theyâd live over it.
and as to the my jewish-argentinian community? it might have been over 30 years since the terror attacks, but hezbollah even got there and murdered so many and my community never recovered. do you even know about those?
so, @un-women, why wonât you call for the lebanese government & military to get hezbollah under control for the sake of both lebanese AND israeli women? instead of continuously ďżźaddressing everyoneâs suffering, but israeli women, who are also being hurt, killed, raped, denied of basic needs, attacked, displaced, starved and more?
israeli women under attack in the last few hours (7PM local time):
those are about 55km+- down and, say, 100km+- long. many have been displaced for over a year, those who are home, mostly those who are next to the sea, are in the shelters right now as i write this. iâd ask if jewish blood is any different, but many of the women of northern israel are actually arab; druze, muslim and christian, so iâll just ask if israeli blood any different to you, @un-women? speak the fuck up already.
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Prompt 21 - The Tunnel to Hogsmeade
@wolfstarmicrofic November 21, word count 497
âThis statue is so weird,â Sirius said again, like he did every time they walked past it. âLike, seriously, why is it even here? Itâs nowhere near anything, and itâs just there!â He drove him mad every time he saw it.Â
âSirius, itâs just a statue,â James tried to tell him as Sirius got right in the one-eyed witch's face.Â
âYeah, Sirius, can we not just go to lunch? Iâm starving,â Peter complained. Sirius ignored them both.Â
âWhy are you here?â He asked her, narrowing his eyes.Â
âWhat you thinking?â Remus asked, stooping down to Siriusâs level and looking at the witch.Â
âSheâs hiding something,â Sirius began circling her, scrutinising every inch of the carved stone. He ran a nail over a grove that ran the entire way around the hump on the witchâs back. âWhy would there be a grove?â He mused aloud as he began tapping the statue.
He wracked his brains for a spell to use.Â
âAlohomora,â He muttered. Nothing happened. Sirius closed his eyes, he knew there was a spell for this, he just couldnât quite remember what it was.Â
âDissendium,â Remus said, tapping the witch with his own wand. The sound of grating stone echoed off the empty corridor walls, and a gust of air ruffled their hair as Sirius and Remus peered into the narrow passageway. Sirius looked at Remus in awe.Â
âGodricâs sword, you were right!â James exclaimed as he pushed his way between Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus looked over Jamesâs head and silently agreed with each other. Together, they pushed his back, and he toppled in. âWHAT THE???!!!! Hey! Thereâs a tunnel down here!âÂ
Sirius dropped in next, landing on the dirt floor. âWow,â He said as he lit the tip of his wand and looked around. Remus followed him and Peter came after.Â
Together, they set off down the tunnel. It seemed endless. They turned one final corner and came face to face with a set of steps. Sirius didnât hesitate for a second and hurtled up them. He stopped at the trapdoor above his head and, with a deep breath, pushed it open and pulled himself up.Â
âRemus, you are going to want to get up here,â He called down through the hole.Â
He watched as Remusâs head popped up through the trap and took in the look of wonder around him. That statue that had been infuriating Sirius for years had led them to the one place that would impress Remus the most. Merlin, Sirius loved Hogwarts. He reached out and hauled Remus up into the storage room of Honeydukes Sweet Shop. Remus stumbled into Siriusâs side. Sirius felt an unexpected tingle in his stomach. Something heâd never felt before except for the odd girl heâd fancied. Well, this was new. He pushed it to the back of his mind while he helped James and Peter up and explored the many boxes of sweets knowing that they'd be back many, many, many more times. Â
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https://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/how-king-charles-prince-williams-dynamic-has-shifted-amid-power-struggle/
I was trying to parse the origins of this story and thought it could have been dropped by a few interested parties until I got to the bit about a purported Camilla âKateâ rivalry. To me thereâs really only one individual who would push that angle. Looking at the article through that lens it then appears to be a ploy to push on all of the Kingâs well known trigger points.
Any thoughts? Perhaps I need to go touch grassâŚ
Let's break it down.
Source #1:
"The dynamics have shifted."
"[William's ascension] is a sensitive topic, and there's occasional tension. (William is likely being briefed on things like constitutional matters, government relations and state affairs, as well as transitioning titles and responsibilities.) The royal household is refining protocols and communications strategies for a smooth transition."
"Modern times call for a modern monarchy and William has been active in getting that together."
Charles "doesn't feel sidelined" and is "more proud than anything" but he "does feel the public anticipation for William's future role."
Camilla wants Charles to hold on to the reigns for as long as possible. "She loves her responsibilities. Her whole life, she has always wanted to be queen so she doesn't want to let it go so fast."
"[Camilla and Kate] have always had a tense relationship" and Camilla is particularly hesitant to pass on her duties to Kate.
Prince Andrew "has no intention" of leaving his home at Royal Lodge.
"His older age is getting to him, and he's not snapping back as quickly as Catherine did. For the most part, Charles is doing well. But there are still some concerns and he knows his reign will be up soon."
Kate is "realistic and supportive of William's future."
Source #2:
Charles has wanted to be the monarch for decades. Even though he's battling cancer, he's not letting that get in the way of his desire to be successful on the throne or a dynamic leader. [William] is preparing behind the scenes for when his ascension happens. Like his father, he takes being a success in the royal role very seriously."
"The currency featuring Charles is not even in circulation yet. He knows he has to be dynamic in the time he has."
While Charles and William "are close," they are "rivals when it comes to work," noting that Charles's envy is "similar to how he felt about Diana."
"Charles is a workaholic and the amount of work he accomplished during his recent trip to Australia was unbelievable."
"[William] puts up clear boundaries. He wants the upbringing of his children to be different from his own."
"William is very stubborn and private. He keeps his movements and calendar away from Charles' team to such an extent that he won't listen to anyone or take guidance from [his father] or his team. He keeps things very locked down and separate."
Source #3:
"The Palace sprung into action. William and his team have agreed on what they will focus on at the start of his reign and funeral plans for his father. [Charles] does not feel comfortable speaking about it at length, so nothing more than is needed is brought up to him."
William is ready to bring "new, younger energy."
"William and Kate have been preparing for this for many years. They both feel comfortable stepping into greater roles - and [are confident] William can provide a modern way of ruling that everyone will see as a breath of fresh air."
Here are some clues for me:
Source #3 calls Kate 'Kate' and not Catherine - this is most likely someone not in the royal circle as everyone there usually calls Kate 'Catherine.'
All three sources uses the royals' Christian names with no titles, so they're not palace insiders because palace people - especially those authorized to speak officially - usually call them by their titles.
None of this is new information. We've known William (and Kate) will be modernizing to a quality-over-quantity strategy for many years now. We know that transition planning for William has already happened because they talked about it during Charles's ascension.
The "Charles has waited forever to be monarch" and "Camilla has always wanted to be queen" lines have never been narratives addressed or discussed by Clarence House because it goes against their own actual PR that Camilla never wanted, or intended, to be Queen.
Also the line about "Catherine bounced back quickly" isn't something from KP, as KP's stance is that this has been an incredibly harder, tougher, rougher time than William and Kate have expected. They wouldn't talk about how quickly Kate bounced back from her issues (unless they're talking about the initial condition, the stomach issues prompting the first surgical procedure) because all that does is pour fuel on the fire that a) Kate didn't really have chemo and b) Kate isn't actually as ill as she's said she was.
Plus, neither BP/CH nor KP has ever acknowledged any tension between Camilla and Kate. Definitely not officially and not anonymously, so this is someone on the outside parroting public commentary.
So on the whole, the article reads very much like a Clarence House puff piece - it mostly promotes Charles and Camilla at William and Kate's expenses, while also loosely endorsing William's future. But looking at the actual quotes from the three sources, I think it becomes pretty clear that 1) it's not a CH puff piece and 2) the sources aren't actually CH, KP, or palace insiders.
So where could this be coming from? The Yorkies. That's my guess.
Because Andrew is the only one, in the whole dang article, who is referred to by his title. They're close enough to CH and KP that they'd be at least aware of some of the dynamics behind the scenes to make the story sound real but they're also far enough away that they're not "in the know" and can only resort to popular criticisms of the four principal royals.
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*~Thanks Give Me~* Pt 2
A/N: Second part ready and served! The third part will be posted tomorrow, so look forward to those vignettes XD Word Count: 5.1K Pairings: Barely seen Ruggie/Leona Warnings: Swearing
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The two weeks leading up to the dinner were surprisingly peaceful. Everyone took their tasks seriously, even Leona came to Ramshackle to offer more monetary support a day after the meeting.
(âJust use my card to buy food for the dinner. Seven knows that Ruggie can eatâŚâ
âOh don't worry, he already gave me your bank info.â
â...â)
It was endlessly entertaining to watch both Sebek and Silver struggle to not spill the beans to an excited Lilia. The retired general hadn't figured anything out as far as they could tell, but he could see their friend group were all prepping for something. It was also hilarious watching Malleus launch his godfather into the stratosphere whenever Sebek nearly told the smaller third-year about the dinner.
Rook had disappeared for nearly a week, only returning with a massive freezer chest and a profound sense of pride a few days before the dinner. Inside said chest was a plucked turkey the size of a small velociraptor. The junior was all too pleased to recount the method of how he got the bird. His eldest sister, Reine, had been eager to let him hunt down a very aggressive tom on her wildlife preserve.
Yuu was just lucky Rook had provided the magically chilled chest and that their oven knew when best to defy the laws of physics.
Cater had been texting them almost nonstop, trying to clear up what his job task of âgay cousinâ was even supposed to mean. Yuu would simply respond with winking emojis, much to his displeasure.
Kalim had contacted them the night after the housewarden meeting, sounding pitiful as he promised he was able to complete his task. He simply had no idea what China was. Though he wanted to do a crystal set, it would take time to get so many plates, glasses, and platters all custom carved. Not to mention the short notice.
(âOh that's right, China isn't a place hereâŚumâŚIt's porcelain dishesâŚChangâan?â
âOoooooooh. Yeah I can get us a really nice Changâan set! With lots of designs and pretty red flowers! Red is a color I can use right? Or maybe traditional blue? I wonder if I can get a full gold set-â)
Jamil had dropped off the set a few days later, stacks upon stacks of gold-rimmed dishes with center designs of a painted red flower in bloom and deeper red swirls along the edges. Just as they had requested, there were plenty of matching serving platters and pots of varying sizes. The vice warden also asked for Yuu to find something for him to do. While he wasn't tasked with a job, he felt uncomfortable coming to dinner offering nothing.
Yuu told him if he had to do something, he was welcome to help them clean and sort the metric ton of silverware they still needed to look through for the party. A long afternoon task that ended with Jamil lovingly stating she was complete shit at polishing silverware.
More people were invited, both intentionally and surprisingly. Yuu had approached Crewel, Trein, and Sam privately to ask if they'd like to attend the dinner. They of course had their tasks as everyone else did. Trein was pleasantly amused to know his simple task was âGrandpaâ and that Lucius was also invited. Crewel didn't respond but he also didn't throw the invite back in Yuu's face hearing his job was âWine Auntâ. Sam could barely hold in his laughter at his assigned task of âCool Weed-smoking Cousinâ.
Jack had called them, asking if his younger siblings could attend the dinner. He had contacted his mother to send her recipe for poached pears, leading her to trap him in an hour-long story that ended on her saying the twins' babysitter had canceled at the last minute. After learning the day in question was the same as the dinner, Jack had offered to bring his younger siblings to NRC for the day if allowed.
Yuu quickly agreed, already reworking the dining room to make room for a kid's table. Along with sending a message to Falena about the dinner and how Cheka would be welcome to come. (Leona texting them only a few minutes later with a variety of foul language).
Before they knew it, the day had arrived. Sebek spent the entire day beforehand and slept over, helping in prep and making the long list of foods that Yuu knew to be holiday staples. Waking up at 6am the day of, they both walked back into the kitchen to continue cooking and verbally clawing at each other until others started to arrive.
The Heartslabyul crew all stood on the Ramshackle front porch, dressed in button-downs and a variety of semi-formal wear. Ace messed with his bow tie, raising an eyebrow while Riddle politely knocked on the Ramshackle front door, âSoâŚwhy are we here dressed up and with two pies?â
Trey spoke, holding his glass container up, âThis is banana pudding, not a pie.â
Deuce frowned, glaring at Ace while he lifted his own container in his hands, âAnd my eggs!â
âI don't even want to know why you have deviled eggs, Juice. What are we doing here?â Huffing, he raised an eyebrow at Cater primping his own semi-formal clothing, âI hate to ask it, but shouldnât we be in class?â
âFor the dinner. Just try to be on decent behavior.â Riddle looked through the side window of the door, concerned at hearing Yuu and Sebek screaming at each other as he knocked again.
âD-Dinner? What dinner? It's 10am!?â
Trey opened the door after no one answered, keeping a firm grip on his container of pudding, âYuu? Sebek? We're here.â
The clattering and yelling stopped for a moment, the Heartlabyul crew looking confused at the uncharacteristically closed doors of the kitchen. Yuu opened the double doors, a splattered apron over their pajamas, greeting them with a big smile, âHey guys! Thanks for coming by so early. Trey, Riddle, you guys can put your stuff in the dining room, Iâll be messing with it to make it all pretty later on.â
Deuce spoke up, holding his container up proudly, âI made deviled eggs!â
Yuu laughed, taking the Tupperware from their friend, âThank you, Deuce. Iâll make sure to put them in a nice dish. Me and Sebek are still cooking everything else so could you guys make sure Grim hasnât ripped apart the lounge in protest of being told to wait?â
âOf course. I know my task is to call everyone to the meal, but is there a certain time we join to eat?â Riddle questioned, handing his pie to Trey.
âHmm. My family normally ate around two or three. But if me and Sebek keep up our pace we should be done by noon or one.â
Ace spoke up, looking around in pure bewilderment, âTasks? You have guys had tasks?â
Yuu hummed, looking Ace up and down in barely concealed annoyance, âAce, happy to see youâre on task.â
âI had a task!?â
Sebekâs voice called out from the kitchen, anger clear in his tone, âStop fraternizing and continue with your own task!â
âSebek, shut the fuck up and focus on the damn potatoes! And I swear to GOD, if youâre not using the goddamn ricer.â Yuu had started to walk back into the kitchen, brushing off Aceâs confused sputtering as she slammed the kitchen doors behind her.
âI donât need to use the ricer!â
âYou donât need oxygen!â
Ace turned to Cater, raising an eyebrow, âWhat was my task!? Be confused!?â
Cater was tapping at his phone, texting Idia to remind him he had promised him he would come to the dinner, âActually, it was you âwerenât invited and came anywayâ.â
â...What?â
âBe happy, mine was âGay Cousinâ...â
âWhat?â
More knocks come from the front door, Riddle running over to open it. He smiled, âOh, you made it-â
âMove, Riddle.â Ruggie shouldered his way past the housewarden, already speed-walking into the dining room.
â...â Riddle turned to the other two Savanaclaw members still on the porch, âAs I was saying, welcome. The meal isn't ready yet, so we're gathering in the lounge.â
Leona sighed, eyes almost glazing over, âOf course, we gotta wait moreâŚâ
Riddle folded his arms, tilting his head, âIsnât your job to be a couch potato?â
Leona pointed to his front, âI gotta get this thing entertained and fedâŚâÂ
Gripping onto Leonaâs two braids like they were handlebars was Cheka in more formal wear than Riddle had ever seen him. The five-year-old swinging lightly but greeted him in joy, âHi Mr. Riddle!â
âHello, Cheka.â Riddle looked to Jack, raising an eyebrow seeing no one else with him, âJack, were your siblings not coming?â
At that moment Riddle finally took notice of two pairs of tiny hands gripping onto each of Jackâs shoulders. Almost in sync, two coal-colored heads peek from under their brotherâs hair, big amber eyes blinking at him. From what he could see, they had the same spikey hair pattern as their brother. Both with wolf ears still slightly too big for their heads, one of them having ear tips that matched with Jackâs grey hair.
Jack held up a glass container, âI brought the dessert Yuu asked for. Is there a place she wants me to put it?â
âHmmâŚShe said to place our dishes in the dining room, but she also wanted to place Deuceâs deviled eggs in a separate dish.â
Leona finally grabbed Cheka, silently demanding the child let go of his braids to hold him properly, âWhere is Feral anyway? Arenât they supposed to be hosting this dinner?â
Riddle looked to the closed kitchen doors, expression vaguely concerned, âWell-â
âSebek, you better be basting that turkey the same way Silver basts your face! If that turkey is dry, I will marry your mom!â
âŚ
One of Jackâs siblings pulls themselves up higher on his shoulder, gently tugging on Jackâs ear to whisper to him loudly, âWhatâs basting?â
Jack shoved the container into Riddleâs hands, speed walking down the hall and away from the kitchen of profanity, âHey, Yuu has a TV. You guys wanna watch Lara the Explora?â Sighing in relief as the six-year-old twins cheer at the idea of watching their favorite cartoon.
Cheka looked at Leona, opening his mouth to also ask, only to have Leona quickly cut him off as he walked deeper into the house.
âDon't even ask me.â
Trey had luckily been in the dining room and dragged Ruggie out before he could touch a single one of the serving dishes. Each platter remained with their tops on and magically locked to keep warm until opened again. The second-year almost scandalized hearing he needed to wait until everything was done. Dejectedly, after a weirdly intense stare from Trey, Ruggie backed down and joined the others in the lounge. Managing to wedge himself between one of Leonaâs knees and the armrest of a three-person. He really took his task of âSpreading itâ seriously.
Sam had arrived, passing out little candies to Grim and the children as a way to tie over their appetites. He had only popped in the kitchen for twenty seconds, delivering a block of cheese Yuu had ordered that finally came in, only to rush out like his life depended on it. His only explanation being the kitchen was filled with malicious intentâŚ
The Octavinelle trio had arrived while Sam and Cater were discussing their semi-shared task of âCousinâ and all it entailed. Floyd holding a container close to his chest and keeping a vicious glare leveled at his twin, Jade pouting and glaring right back as he made small lunges. The two feuding eels leaving Azul to bring a chilled chest of drinks up the stairs himself.
Riddle stopped Floyd from entering when he opened the door, pointedly staring at the container in his arms, âWhat is that? You weren't tasked to bring anything.â
Floyd's scowl turned to Riddle, stepping away from the smaller sophomore and clutching the container even closer to his chest, âShrimpy had no right saying I can't be trusted. So I made fried chicken.â
âAnd JadeâŚ?â
Scoffing, Jade walked into the house, casting one last glare over his shoulder before cracking open one of the double doors to the kitchen to peek in.
Snickering, Floyd handed his container over to Riddle to finally help Azul with the container of drinks, âI locked him out of the lounge kitchen this morning. He didn't get to even try anything since I messed all his stupid boxes up last night too.â
âYou nearly destroyed my Lulu Lazerus mushroomâŚIf I hadn't managed to get it settled in a new terrarium I would be an only child right nowâŚâ
Floyd's only response was to make a face, groaning mockingly while he rolled his eyes and let his tongue hang out.
Jade had just started to ponder the idea of ripping Floyd's tongue out of his mouth when the kitchen doors opened fully. Luckily, Yuu and Sebek weren't yelling anymore but instead speaking to each other in intense tones.
âSuck it the fuck up, Sebek. I'm fucking tired and hungry too. Stop eating all the pineapple slices, those are for the fucking ham!â Yuu smiled at Jade, pointing behind them, âCome on, you can make the mushroom gravy since I suck at cooking them.â
That single prompt had flipped Jade's mood completely. The eel now smiling and already rushing past Yuu and into the kitchen. Their smile turned to Floyd and Azul, raising an eyebrow.
âWhat you make, Floyd?â
âFried chicken...â Floyd frowns, putting together just what had happened, âHey, wait a minute-â
âYeah, I played you both. Go hang out in the lounge, there are small children in there.â
âOh? Cool, I love playing with guppies!â
Riddle quickly followed after Floyd rounding back to place the container in Yuuâs hands, already scolding the laughing eel as they made their way to the lounge, âPlease don't throw any of the children.â
Azul tapped Yuu on the shoulder, making sure to not get any food on his pressed dress shirt, âThere areâŚchildren here?â
âIs that a hint of fear I hear, Azul?â
The housewarden sputtered, waving his date-mate's teasing expression away, âI'm not afraid of children. I just didn't bring more child-friendly beveragesâŚâ
Yuu opened the chilled chest, frowning as they took stock of the various bottles Azul had brought, âZulie, I said booze and non-boozeâŚâ
âAnd I have! Must I remind you that the dietary expectations for children here are different from your world?â
They were in all fairness. Most commercial food wasn't as processed as what Yuu was used to. Even the most âunhealthyâ junk food was still leagues better than what Yuu would find back in their old world. Food geared toward children had even stricter social guidelines; juices were expected to be whole fruit juice and even blended with vegetables to ensure a well-rounded diet.
Sighing, Yuu tapped their chin, âYeahâŚI can fix this. Let me help you get these all set up in the dining room. I gotta call Kalim and hope he and Jamil aren't on their way yet.â
Azul raised an eyebrow, following after Yuu, âI assume we're putting them on a table or people would pour their own drinks?â
âDon't worry, I'll show you where to put everything.â
Azul was surprised to see the chandelier of the dining room was also a drinks dispenser. The bulbs were completely hollow even though they shined with light. He watched from the side as Yuu stood on the table and filled each glass bulb with the multiple drinks Azul had brought. He asked what they had requested from Kalim, seeing how his task was simply making sure they had a dining set.
Yuu remarked they were going to make a punch for the children since everyone would be concerned about the content of the nonalcoholic drinks for the kids.
âIt probably wonât taste the same, but It was really good whenever my auntie felt like making it for family get-togethers. I think the kids will like it.â
Luckily, Kalim and Jamil hadn't left Scarabia when Yuu called. Kalim was all too eager to bring more items at Yuu's request; multiple whole fruit juices and a large bottle of lemon-lime soda water made with his unique magic. The Scarabia duo had even brought other gifts as they arrived at the dorm.
Yuu opened the door, smiling as Kalim held up his armful of bottles, âYou're a lifesaver, Kalim.â
âIt's no problem! I'm glad I could bring something other than just plates. Plus, we ran into Idia and Ortho!â Kalim turns, smiling at the small group still walking up the steps behind him.
Jamil was bringing up the rear, arms folded over his chest as he gave a glare to the back of Idiaâs head. The flame-haired third-year shuffling along as he walked up the stairs as slow as he could. Ortho was floating beside him, eyes creased in his joy as he gently tugged on his brother's oversized sweater. Against his will, Idia made it up the steps and stood nearly curled in on himself.Â
Yuu cooed, reaching over and pinching Idiaâs cheek hard, ignoring the flash of red his hair gave, âLook at you! All dressed up like you're fit for the public!â
âAnd you aren't for some reason. Aren't you hosting?â Jamil raised an eyebrow, looking over his datemate's messy appearance. He grimaces, reaching out to tug at the edge of their apron, âIs this part of it?â
âWell, me and Sebek are gonna get dressed up once the food is all ready. We just gotta put some finishing touches on a few more dishes then wait for everyone else to show up.â
Ortho tilts his head, âWould you like us to take over? You and Sebek should go get dressed so we can all eat as soon as everyone arrives.â
Idia mumbled under his breath, trying to shimmy his way a bit further from the door, âI'dâŚreally rather not be in a hot kitchenâŚâ
Sighing, Yuu stepped to the side to let the group enter the house, âI donât want you guys to have to take over cooking for us. Youâre all dressed so nice, Iâd feel bad if you got messyâŚâ
Jamil rolled his eyes, quick hands already untying Yuuâs apron and putting it over his blazer, âI think we can manage. You and Sebek go get washed up. I'm sure youâd love to actually host instead of looking as disheveled as you are and answering the door.â
â...FineâŚâ Yuu called into the kitchen, telling Sebek they were released from cooking and to go shower. They were barely able to move out of the way as Sebek zoomed out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs, his apron only just hitting the counter as his door slammed upstairs.
â...â Yuu turned to Kalim, Jamil and Ortho already in the kitchen, âCan you mix the punch up for me? Youâre gonna use all the juice and the soda water for it. Put some sliced oranges in it, itâs for the kiddies.â
Kalim nodded, bumping the kitchen door open with his hip, âGot it!â
âAnd donât think I forgot about you tall, dank, and heinous.â Yuu folded their arms, glaring at the back of Idia.
Idia had been inching closer to the front door, hoping he could slip out before being noticed and run back to his room. He groaned, scowling over his shoulder at Yuu, âIâm not even hungryâŚâ
âYouâre never hungry. Just sit at the table and hold Caterâs hand or whatever the fuck you do to maintain emotional stability.â
âSo long as I can have my tablet at the tableâŚâ He rubs his forearm, looking to the ground, âDid you dress Grim up?â
âYes. He has a new bowtie that he hates so heâs all pouty and grumpy.â
âAwâŚcute.â
Cater poked his head out of the lounge hearing Idiaâs voice, phone poised in hand before he let out a sigh of relief seeing his boyfriend actually showed up, âOMS, Idia! You look so good, babes. Thank you for showing like you promised~.â
Idia finally let a smile crack, tugging on his collar as the tips of his hair eased into pink, âI meanâŚyou did help me pick out what to wear-MHP!â
The other third-year had sped walked over to his boyfriend, throwing his arms around Idiaâs neck before pulling him in to make out with him. The redhead moaned loudly and running his hands through nearly neon-pink flames while pressing their bodies together.
âCater! For the love of the Design!â Yuu slapped him repeatedly on the shoulder until he finally detached from a dazed Idia, âWhat the fuck dude!? Don't dry hump your boyfriend in my entryway!?â
âWhat am I supposed to do as âGay Cousinâ!? My boyfriend is here, so I get to be gay and kiss him!â
Rolling her eyes, Yuu groaned and walked up the stairs to finally clean up. Leaving a stunned Idia and an angry Cater, the redhead holding his hands up as to question the higher powers.
âWhat do I DO!?â
Yuu and Sebek cleaned up well, Sebek feeling much better freshly showered and in the button-up he had spent an hour last night ironing. Yuu kept simple, the new designer jeans Crewel had flung at her after seeing her trying to sew in another patch on the thigh of her old jeans. A sweater Yuu had stolen from Vilâs closet, the third-year feeling something was missing from his wardrobe, but unable to figure out what was gone.Â
So she could feel nothing but smug when she opened the door, smiling at the well-dressed group of the Pomfiore trio on their porch, âEyebrows.â
Vil raised a single perfectly sculpted eyebrow, already connecting the dots on where his missing top had gone. He tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the lid of his container, âOnion.â
âI see, you not only managed to get Epel de-mudded but you finished your salad on time.â
With a smile that seemed almost mocking, Vil opened his container to show the multicolored pasta inside, âI made a pasta salad.â
Yuu looked at the dish, her smile almost frozen on her face before she took in a deep breath through her nose. She reaches out, nails raking down the sides of the ceramic bowl as they slowly pull it out of Vilâs hands, âI shouldâŚbeat you to death for your audacity. But this honestly, looks delightful and I think you actually seasoned it.â
Epel spoke up from beside Vil, giving his housewarden a judgemental look, âHe had me season it.â
âHush, Epel.â
Rook tilted his head, smiling brightly, âI hope we are not too fashionably late. Itâd do no good for us to miss such festivities with our dear classmates.â
Yuu ushered them in, âNot too late. Most everyone is here, but you also arenât the last to arrive.â
Vil smiled as he triple-checked his makeup and outfit in the gold mirror on the wall, âPerfect.â
Epel perked up, holding out his own dish, âOh, yeah. Hereâs the tenderloin you wanted me to make. I never thought pork and apples would work together. Howâd you know?â
Yuu partly wanted to point out to Epel that he was potentially blessed. Any food he made with apples was almost otherworldly good, a trait they learned Epel shared with his grandma, âSomething from my world. Come on, weâll get your dishes settled on the table.â
Rook closed the door behind their group, eyes glancing over to the kitchen doors, âMay, I see the efforts of my hunt? I wish to see the golden beauty that was once my quarry.â
âI donât care if youâre hungry, no one eats yet.â
After sending the Pomfiore trio to the lounge, they almost slipped back into the kitchen to touch base with Ortho and Jamil, only to hear the door being flung open to slam against the wall. Turning around they smiled seeing the familiar black and white fur coat. Crewel was already walking through the entryway, designer shades taking over half his face with a large gold-foiled wine bottle gripped in one hand.
âPapa dog! Thank you for coming, you didn't need to bring us more wine-â
Crewel didn't stop walking, managing to brush past Yuu completely with a pat to their head, âNo, this is for me, puppy. No touchy.â
âYep, that tracksâŚâ Yuu had nearly closed the door only to see Trein coming up the stairs too, Lucius tucked securely in his arms, âGrandpa! You made it!â
They hug briefly, Trein sighing and allowing Lucius to jump from his arms to trot into the house. He was in a different robe, vaguely familiar to his normal attire but clearly of higher quality and with a more elaborate brooch, âIt feels odd to cancel classes for a âdinnerâ. And on a Thursday at thatâŚâ
âHmâŚyeah. We technically have a Thanksgiving break in my world. Itâs basically just an extended weekend though.â
âThat makes sense. While your studies are important, maybe this little break will do you children some good. Hereâs hoping that Crewel doesnât use this as an excuse to overdrink again.â
âOh, he came in with a bottle of wine.â
âOf course he didâŚâ
Yuu was ready to text Lilia just to ask if he and his boys were on their way, secret be damned. Though a part of her realized she should of expected them to be the latest party of everyone. Malleus was so timeblind that he was potentially going to miss the heat death of the universe then pout about it. Silver canât always fight against his compulsion to sleep and Lilia isnât supposed to fucking know about the dinner anyway.
So when Yuu heard the door knocking with a refined yet urgent feeling, she flung Cheka out of her lap (Directly into Leonaâs stomach) and raced toward the front door.
Swinging it open, she smiled at the nicely dressed trio before her, âThereâs my bread delivery!â
Silver smiled, holding up the large wicker basket full to the brim with artisan bread rolls, âThey should still be warm, but a bit longer in the oven shouldnât burn them.â
Lilia looked between them all, taking note of Yuuâs semi-fancy attire before gasping. He pouted, glaring at each of his sons âIs this a dinner party!? I knew you boys were hiding something from me, but for it to be a meal among friends? I could have made something!â
Yuu watched as Silver and Malleus both gave an identical shudder at the same time.
Malleus places a hand on Liliaâs shoulder, letting the older fae jerk himself away, âYou werenât tasked with cooking. But, if you wish to have been involved, you were.â
Silver perks up, handing the bread to Yuu and finally stepping into the house as a group, âThatâs right, father. You helped make the bread. I canât shape dough nearly as well as you can. You helped greatly.â
âSurely the meal will be elevated from your lavish buns.â
Lilia pouted, arms now crossed. He wasnât dull, he knew his children were simply trying to pacify his soured mood. It didnât help they had kept such a secret from him. Then againâŚ
Chuckling, Lilia places his hands on his hips as he let go of his annoyance, âWell, I have to admit, I am looking forward to the meal. Is it just us or will others be joining?â
Yuu smiled, sharing a kiss with Malleus, the horned fae already beaming at himself for completing his task. Looking to Lilia, Yuu nodded her head to the lounge down the hall, âYou guys are actually the last group. Go wait in the lounge for a bit, me and Jamil will get the last touches of dinner done.â
While Malleus wasnât too keen to leave, he allowed Lilia to tug him down the hall and into the lounge. The sound of Sebek shouting in joy at finally seeing his dorm family again, already talking their ears off on how much he had done to help insure the success of the meal.
Yuu leaned their head into the lounge, locking eyes with Riddle and nodding. The housewarden perked up, standing from his seat and bringing his fingers to his lips to let out a piercing whistle.
Once he had everyoneâs attention, he nodded and made motions to leave the room, âItâs time for the meal. Letâs all make our way to the dining room.â
The Ramshackle dining room was possibly the most elegant room of the house, which wasnât hard, but it counted. The dark wood-paneled walls were lit softly by the warm lights of the chandelier. The long table was decorated by deep red placemats, crystal glasses, stark white plates, and matching serving platters filled to the brim with food. Tucked to the far wall, resting under a large landscape painting, was a much smaller table with five placemats.
Yuu smiled, gesturing to the small table, âNiblings, thatâs your table. Everyone else, I actually have nametags so you guys are assigned seats.â Their smile quickly fell, reaching out and gripping Ruggie by the back of his suspenders and yanked him back from the table, âNot yet.â
Ruggie groaned loudly, glaring at Yuu, âWhat now!? This is my dinner isnât it!?â
âNo, you wanted a Thanksgiving dinner. So weâre doing a Thanksgiving dinner, all the annoying shit involved. Now, weâre going to stand around the table, hold hands, and say a prayer.â
Ace raised an eyebrow, âWhat, like a cult?â
Crewel pulled a face, begrudgingly holding onto Treinâs hand, âWhy are we praying?â
 Yuu grips Deuceâs hand, pointing a finger at everyone, âDonât question me, this is just how my family always did it. Ruggie, you wanted this, you do it.â
âI-Do what?â
âThe prayer, Ruggie. Say a few words about what youâre thankful for or likeâŚpraise god or whatever. Now everyone, hold each otherâs hands and bow your heads until the prayer is done.â
âOk, so this is cult behavior-â
âBow your heads!â
Everyone bowed their heads, a few shooting Ruggie questioning glances before looking back to the floor or closing their eyes.
Ruggie stood in silence for a few seconds. Looking around the room before taking a breath and bowing his head as well, âUmâŚHi? This is weird and I really donât want to do this is public. ButâŚThank youâŚfor the meals Iâve had, the meal Iâm having, and the meals Iâll haveâŚâ He smiles softly, the grip he had on Leonaâs hand tightening only a touch, âAnd for the people I share them with. Bless.â
Yuu holds their head up, staring at Ruggie in surprise, âRuggie, holy shit, that was actually lovely.â
âCan we eat now?â
âOh my God-Yeah.â
Everyone took a seat, Yuu further explained that whoever had a child sitting at the kids' table was allowed to make their and the childâs plate first. Ruggie being the only one who didnât fit into that group who was allowed to pile his plate as much as he wanted before everyone else.
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Introducing new character to the Myka Ex-Girlfriend Cinematic Universe, Helen Ryan (played by the lovely Kathryn Hahn) was Myka's gay-awakening slash first serious girlfriend during college. Although their relationship didn't last long, it was certainly memorable for both of them (more back story here).
Fast forward to now (post-Instinct), HG has returned to the Warehouse as an agent. However, Myka and HG were not on good terms. During their first mission together to retrieve a witchcraft related artifact, they ran into Helen. Helen and Myka both were surprised to see each other after many years. Helen took one look and caught a whiff of the tension between Myka and HG and decided to cause some mischiefs.
Helen: What the hell, Myka? Where have you been? I haven't heard from you for what? Ten years? Myka: I know. I am sorry. It's just, you know, work's been busy. Speaking of work, let me ask you some questions real quick then you can go. Helen: Sure. Go ahead. Myka: Did you smell fudge recently? Helen: ... that's standard Secret Service question? Myka: I know it's weird, but seriously, did you? Helen: Uh... no. I don't think so. I mean I did pass by a ice cream parlor few days ago, they sold chocolate fudge there. Myka: Right. *flipping through the file* Helen: Wanna try it? It's delicious. Please don't tell me you still don't eat sugar. Myka: *chuckles* Yep. *continue reading the file* Helen: You are no fun. Hey, how about we go hang out? Myka: I don't know, Hel. Maybe later. Still got work to do. Helen: C'mon, Bering. I haven't see you in ages. I've missed you. Myka: Gosh, I don't know. Helen: Just you and me, like old times? *looking up at Myka through her long eyelashes* I will buy you a drink. Myka: Alright, fine. *laughs* Just one drink. Helen: Scout's honor. Myka: *laughs* You're not even in scout. HG, witnessing this interaction:
#rambling tag#mbxgfcu#bwedit#bering and wells#this is so fun to make#(although looking for the suitable scenes to use was pain in the ass)#anyway#I love this universe#i love seeing hg jealous ngl lmaoooo#you can imagine how hg feels when helen calls myka's surname 'bering' and something about 'old times'#should i even tag this as bw?#eh im tagging it anyway#warehouse 13 crossover agatha all along-ish?#or crossover free agents?#helen ryan is from free agents#but the character is mixed of agatha and helen
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Used my limited graphic design skills to make a chart of all the characters Rosalie has romanced in (almost) every farming sim I've played with her. Lol I'd always wanted to do something like this and I'm pretty happy with the result.
I made a free to use template of it on the right if anyone else wants to show off who they romanced. Feel free to decorate/doo what you like with it- just link back here if you use it so other people can find it o/
Brainrot Below<3
Now, though many of these games involved premade mcs- I've played as some variation of Rosalie in games for as long as I could remember.
I noticed there's a trend that popped up in her choices that I think is as interesting as it is amusing. Ofc, most of these choices were just my personal favorite bachelors of that game, but they were still used to devlop her, and I hadn't realized how much she leaned towards certain professions, personalities, ect. I've concluded my girl loves a hardworking boy whose brooding but sweet- or a golden retriever Marlin: Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life was my first Farming Sim. I didn't get to play the female version until much later in life. So my choice of who'd I/Rosalie married had been pretty decided lonnng before I finally got to play it. But honestly even though I like Marlin, he's kind of the default choice because I didn't care for Rock and Gustafa- and Rosalie wouldn't either. I think if I had ever gotten to play HMDS:Cute I might have liked him more- or she would have married Griffin-
Blue | Harvest Moon: Magical Melody / Friends of Mineral Town: Loved Grey/Blue. (Let's face it their pretty much the same character). Upset the remake took away his hat. Little off topic, but even though character customization wouldn't be a thing in these games for years- I'd used to imagine my character had pink hair like Popuri LOL
Vaughn | Harvest Moon: Sunshine Islands: Vaughn was the first time I ever was head over heels for a character in one of these games- I just adored everything about him and I don't think it's hard to see why. Once she got to know him better, Rosalie def would have been hella smitten for this cowboy- (Also Vaughn walked so Logan could run-)
Owen | Harvest Moon Animal Parade: So Owen is an unexpected deviation. Most of these choices are also my favorites, but when I first played through HM:AP Gil was actually my favorite bachelor. I could have made him and Rosalie work, but it just didn't feel right. So after looking them all over I think she def would have preferred Owen
Dylas | Rune Factory 4: One of my favorite games from the genre- and I think the cast of romanceable characters was STACKED. Dylas was my favorite because he was seriously SO damned cute in all his events 𼰠Also think it's kinda funny he's a horse guy and Rosalie has a lot of horse motifs herself-
Alex | Stardew Valley: REALLY unpopular opinion incoming! I've put over 500+ hrs into SV đ but in all that time, I've just never clicked with any of the characters. Which really sucks because this is the first game I ever got to play as Rosalie. Alex and Sam were my favs, but I think Rosalie would lean more towards Alex.
Logan | My Time At Sandrock: Logan đđđĽ°Just, guh- I LOVE everything about him and MTAS so damn much. Especially because the hyper fixation I had with this game/character was what led me to finalize Rosalie's design/character at long last. I developed so much content for him and Rosalie I never got to share đhope I can someday!
Mark | Coral Island: God I love big men who love animals- and Rosalie does too. đŚđĽ° Honestly, even though he started out as one of my favorites (later to be replaced by Shark man hoo hoo haw), I wished more of his heart events focused on his relationship with the player instead of the dog. It was really cute at first but like 6 of the 8 cutscenes were about it and most of the time he never even interacted with your character. Was disappointing ngl.
Nokk | Roots of Pacha: Now- Nokk is not currently a romanceable character, but I'm hoping the future update will add him to the roster. đŤ đCause this is another case where I LOVE the game to pieces but none of the characters speak to me- aside from the one I can't have- Hayden: Fields of Mistria: and last but not least- Hayden. He just completely encapsulates so much of what Rosalie finds attractive, it's a little funny. I'm waiting until the game is finished to continue playing and I can't wait to see what the future holds for him.
The following will include some honorable mentions that I didn't include because I didn't have anymore room on my template/they weren't a farming sim/ect.
First up! Nathaniel from Sunhaven!<3 Feel like this responsible captain of the guard would work well with Rosalie. Honestly, there weren't really any choices that felt right for her, but for once in many years my main playthrough of the game ended up being with a different character and I had someone pre-picked out for her. So there lots of great choices, just none that suit Rosalie well.
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Damian meets Swamp Thing
Context: This is based on one of the canon's but I do like this one the most. Absorbing the memories of the dead person you think you are has always been a fascinating trope. Plus Damian wanting to help out villains he finds interesting is just heroic and sweet thing for him to do.
Alec (Swamp Thing): Hey, little dude. Awesome to meet a new Robin! I really love the representation. We need more diversity in the Bat League.
Batman: I have heroes of other racesâwait, Iâm going to stop there before I say something inappropriate.
Damian, dressed in his Robin suit, chuckled at his father's embarrassment.
Alec: Itâs cool, Batman. I get you. Youâre a cool hero, and you seem to take care of these kids. Ivy really likes one of them a lot.
Batman: Iâm painfully aware of that.
Alec: I was thrown off by it too. Back to the little dudeâRobin, I love this suit. Rock on, little dude!
Damian smiled, his head down. Batman cleared his throat to remind the young Robin to focus on why they were there. Robin nodded, preparing to speak.
Damian: Mr. Swamp Thingâ
Alec (in a chill tone): You can call me Alec. Swamp Thing is what my enemies call me.
Damian (slightly surprised): Oh, so we're not enemies?
Alec: Nah, youâre friends with Ivy's girlfriend, and sheâs pretty chill. Ivy seriously needed that kind of positive vibe.
Damian nodded with a prideful smile, then glanced at his father, subtly rubbing in that another villain liked him. Batman rolled his eyes and waved a hand for his son to hurry up.
Damian (to Alec): I agree, sir. This conversation is going well, and I hope not to offend you, but I was curious about one thing: Are you a former human turned into a swamp creature, or a sentient plant that has absorbed all of Alec's memories?
Damian placed his hands behind his back, waiting for an answer, while Batman heaved a heavy sigh, too embarrassed to speak.
Batman (to himself): I would've gotten to the point already.
Alec (surprised): Oh⌠wow. I havenât been asked that in a long, long time.
Damian: Is it okay if I ask? Batman said it was wildly inappropriate and you'd "go berserk" if I asked that, and then I wouldnât be able to ask any further questions. Right, Batman?!
Damian looked up at his father, who remained silent, covering his eyes in frustration and holding his head down.
Damian: I think that means yes. My apologies, Alec, Iâm a curious child. I love to learn about criminals or former criminals such as yourself. I'm not going to judge you or anything.
Alec: You're okay, little Robin. I accepted what I am a long time ago. I couldnât deal with humans, though; thatâs why I live here, surrounded by the swampy foliageâmeditating and stuff like that. My 'birth' is odd, to say the least. Iâm a hundred percent plant, but I absorbed most of the original Alec's memories. The poor guy died in the explosion that created me, and his body sank deep into a swampy marsh. After going through an existential crisis, I searched for him and buried his body in a better spot.
Damian: Oh... that's quite the bittersweet origin story. Itâs reassuring to see youâve had good personal growth since then.
Batman (chiming in, exasperated tone): Robin, he killed so many people and almost created plant zombies.
Damian: And you invite Red Hood over for Thanksgiving; you have no room to talk.
Alec laughed, then sighed with a smile.
Alec: Yeah, donât worry; Iâm not doing anything evil anymore. I did some goon work for a few years and worked with Ivy, but Iâm retired now. I enjoy spending my days chillaxing here, keeping my zen in check. Gotta make sure to avoid toxic outlets, you know?
Damian: I do. I'm not giving up my iPhone, but I get it. I'm glad you've reached that level of enlightenment; you can reject my offer. Thing is, I helped out Mr. Freeze and was wondering if you needed any assistance?
Alec smiled and shook his head.
Alec: While I appreciate you wanting to help, I'm good.
Damian: Hm, are you sure? I can do a lot, especially with my dad's money. Batman knows my dad; he can help, right, Batman?!
Batman (deadpan): Trust me, when I talk to your father, youâre going to be so grounded.
Damian (chuckling): Worth it.
Alec (crossing his arms): How about this? If I do need something from you guys, you'll be the first I contact.
Damian: That works. Hereâs a phone to make it easier to reach me. Itâs solar-powered, so thereâs no need to charge it like a regular cell phone. Itâs waterproof and gets reception in this bayou. My number is on there, along with Ivy's, Harley's, and Batman's.
Batman (angry): I told you not to involve me in this!
Damian (gritting his teeth): You know my rich father, so you're helping!
Batman: Okay, fine. Iâm going to the car, and weâre having a talk when we drive home.
Batman walked off as Damian handed the phone to Alec. Alec took it with a genuine smile, surprised.
Alec: I have to say, Iâm not too into these cell phones. Theyâre bad for the environment and the mind. But this seems like a pretty simple touchscreen. Thanks, kid.
Damian gave a thumbs up.
Damian: Itâs what heroes do. All right, Batman is ready to go. See you around, Alec.
Damian put up the hood on his suit and walked off as Alec opened a music app on the phone.
Alec (smiling): Huh, the kid's not that bad.
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Fangs of Fortune (ep.03 - ep.05)
Oh god, where do I start? Everyone has become less stabby now, but mildly insulting each other seems to be the new form of flirting (between, like, everyone?). Okay, between the Zhuo Yichen - Zhu Yan - Wen Xiao trio for sure. I'm seeing you, guys, you don't have to be so obvious about it XD
That flirtatious contract-signing procedure with Wen Xiao, and Zhu Yan calling Yichen 'better than a dog', and Wen Xiao calling demons 'pets', and then Zhu Yan offering her to become one. I mean come on XD
"Here's some free demonic energy, so you can easily kill me later." Is this romantic or what? XD The kind of demonic romance this show seems to be excelling at. Manly healing handholding - check â
Also, Li Lun appears out of the darkness with the broodiness of an ex who was left behind by Zhu Yan after giving birth to the Wilderness after doing some powerful wibbly wobbly timey wimey demonic magic stuff (supposedly, he was ditched for a woman, now dead, who was supposedly killed by Li Lun, now imprisoned). And now the poor guy has to compete with yet another pretty woman and an even prettier young man.
I mean, Li Lun, brother, I get it, Zhu Yan is a babe, but killing off your ex's friends and lovers won't make him like you more, that's just not how things work. And judging by the fact that Li Lun got all chained up in some cave, he probably messed up badly. Killed the previous Bai Ze Goddess? Or did something equally un-cool.
Our gorgeous Zhu Yan is a walking and talking Red Flag, although, the kind you want to wrap around yourself and never let go. I mean, how do they manage to withstand his demonic charm? I seriously have no idea)))
Hou Minghao had a serious demonic glow-up. I loved him as a dragon in Back from the Brink (where he was equal parts cute and beautiful), but this regal demonic deity he's channeling here is just wow. Where did all that come from? And once again, it's paired with a decent amount of creepy-ish cuteness (like, it's slightly weird to call a many-thousand-year-old powerful demon lord cute, but he's also not not cute, you know what I mean? XD)
And god bless all the sponsors who made all these pretty fantasy fights possible (the post-production team, I'm looking at you). Also the quality of the picture is incredibly good - everything is so movie-like, I can't even imagine the budget that went into this. But I'm glad they had it!
The vibe of the show is so, ah XD I can't even say it's queer, but it kind of is? With a possibility of multiple polycules wherever you look (or maybe it's just me and my mind playing tricks, but I'm enjoying this to the fullest).
And the way Yichen sneezes every time someone (Zhu Yan especially) is talking about him XD So cute. Bai Jiu is hilarious - screaming like the girliest girl at every prospect of danger and fainting at the sight of dead bodies. The most believable 13-year-old in the history of cdrama)))
I'm loving all the characters so far and patiently waiting for the tragedy of the death of the previous Bai Ze goddess to fully unfold (Wen Xiao's memories hint at more upcoming drama with Zhu Yan).
#fangs of fortune#fof#cdrama#cdrama review#this show keeps on delivering in all aspects#I'm squealing at all their interactions#the show somehow manages to be equal parts cute and gritty#100% immersive experience#and it's PRETTY#continuous eyegasm#zhu yan#zhuo yichen#wen xiao#li lun#zhao yuanzhou#hou minghao#neo hou
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2024-25 Season Prediction Survey Results
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The second PWHL season looms heavy on the horizon, and with preseason camps underway, the prospect of change, a new season with new storylines and new team names and logos and new players, haunts us all. We may not all be sports experts, but after watching the first season for months and eagerly awaiting the second, we all have our own ideas of how season two might go. Whether theyâre logical ideas or not will be seen upon the future, but I, lover of data and spreadsheets, decided to gather up all your opinions and predictions of how season two will go, from the biggest honor (The Walter Cup) to random questions regarding trades and penalty minutes
Team Predictions -
This was the easy part of the form. Minimal prior knowledge, you didnât even need to know the team names because I put them all in as multiple choice questions. Hypothetically everyone could have just picked randomly and I wouldnât be any the wiser. That being said, some interesting trends emerged from you folks, some predictable and some less so.
Walter Cup Winners: Boston Fleet or Montreal Victoire (35.3%)
This was probably one of the closest races beneath the team with only about a single vote difference between Boston winning it all and Montreal winning it all at any one time. As an entirely unbiased Boston fan and casual Montreal enjoyer, I think this prediction is definitely founded in something. Montreal and Boston project to be two of the stronger teams, but I also think Iâm biased if only because of how many Montreal and Boston fans I see in comparison to other teams. With all that being said, Iâd be disappointed but not surprised if some other less represented team (Seriously does no one believe New York can win? Even Ottawa got a single vote and yâall really hated Ottawa) wins it going away after a hot season. But as my father always says, thatâs why we play the game and this game/series in particular is quite a far ways away.
Walter Cup Runner Ups: Montreal Victoire (35.3%)
Honestly, I was expecting pretty similar results for this question as the question above, after all if the general consensus is that one of those two teams will win the cup, then one of them would have to lose it, right? Well Montreal was right up there, but unexpectedly Toronto came in second with 24% of people having enough faith in Toronto getting to the finals and then very little faith in them actually winning it, girlfailures that they are. Montreal tied with them to get second in the cup, followed by Boston (please god donât let it come to that I donât think my heart could take two years in a row) and then the mish mash of the Sirens, Frost, and Charge.Â
First in the standings: Toronto Sceptres (32.4%)
So Montreal was leading this right up until I was actually writing and then I had to completely change my paragraph mid writing which was so much fun and definitely not irritating at all, but Toronto overtook Montreal for first, aiming for that repeat first in the standings and dare I be speaking sacrilege against the Victoire (who I do like more than the Sceptres) I honestly think they have a better chance. Like a 45% chance vs. a 40% chance. Boston carried up third place in voting and as much as I love the Fleet I think lots of things would have to go right for that to happen (another stunning season by Frankel, more consistent offense, an actual power play, so on and so forth).Â
Additionally, as much as I hate to say it, I think weâre seriously underselling Minnesota, just because they made some inadvisable choices during the off season doesnât mean they still arenât largely the team who won the Walter cup and has theoretically gotten better during the offseason. Then again, Iâd be as happy as anyone to see them crash and burn a little bit so itâs all speculatory. New York got a grand total of two votes but Iâm secretly rooting for them to surprise some people. Ottawa got none, but we can cover that in the next section.
Last in the standings: Ottawa Charge (52.9%)
Guys. Guys, really? Ottawa fans, I am begging you, come represent your team because this is embarrassing. Like I donât know much about what Ottawaâs been up to other than rebuilding the Czech National Team (shout out to Carla Macleod I am manifesting you knowing what you are doing). Like they werenât bad last year, they were second in goals for, and they did lose a bit but they had tons of overtime losses which means they were in the games. Hell, they were very nearly in the playoffs, they were in the same category as Minnesota and Boston, the two finalist teams! Apparently my unpopular opinion is that Ottawa isnât going to suck (They hopefully have two solid goalies now so Masch wonât be overworked, they signed some good players, I feel like Iâm going crazy.) Otherwise, thereâs not much notable in this section other than some doubt about the Sirens and the Frost (lord let it be the Frost /j) but shoutout to the one person truly going against the grain and saying that Montreal is gonna get dead last, I applaud your bravery.
The Four Playoff Teams:
This question was a little less straightforward so weâre gonna split it into three sections. The (Predicted) Shoe-ins, The Contenders, and Ottawa.
The (Predicted) Shoe-ins -Â
The Sceptres, the Victoire, and the Fleet all had about 30 votes with nearly 90% of respondents selecting them each as one of the potential playoff teams. This fits pretty well with the previous votes of the Walter Cup winners and runner ups, so I wasnât too surprised at any of these. All of these teams should have a decent shot at the playoffs and my own mostly unfounded misgivings about the Sceptres aside, this is all pretty reasonable and I largely think thereâs a good chance that this is how it goes..
The Contenders -Â
The Frost and the Sirens were pretty evenly matched, about half of yâall voted that theyâd be one of four playoff teams and I generally agree that they both have a pretty good shot at the playoffs so there isnât much to talk about here. Iâd personally be more excited for the Sirens to make a run at the playoffs, I think they have a chance to be good after last season and hopefully put some things together over the summer, but we shall see.
Ottawa -Â
You know I already wrote a whole ramble about this and since then Ottawa beat Boston 6-1 in the preseason and I think they heard how little faith you guys had in them and decided to take it out on my team. Thatâs all Iâm gonna say on that.
The Trade Predictions:
These answers were definitely a bit less clear cut due to the nature of the question, after all itâs a lot easier to say who you think will be good than try and get into the head of GMs and coaches, but a few trends emerged nonetheless. The Frost, the Sirens, and the Charge all got 19 or 20 apiece and I think it makes a bit of sense. After all the Sirens and the Charge seemingly stand the most to gain through trade having missed the playoffs, and from later responses those who voted Minnesota were manifesting a Britta Curl trade which Iâll refrain from judging at the moment. I will say Iâm a bit surprised that less people voted for Boston, after all unless my memory is entirely wrong they had the most trades over the course of last season and seem to hold very few qualms about it.
0.500+ Winning Percentage: Montreal Victoire (84.8%)
Guys, I respect this take, Iâm 90% sure this was one of my votes for an above .500 team as well, but may I speak a little bit of heresy against the Victoire? Like theyâre gonna be good, I donât have doubt in that, but I donât know if theyâre gonna be that decisively good. Theyâre a bit injured which could lead to a rocky start and do we all still remember how much they relied on those top few players especially in the playoffs? Iâm pretty sure in the Boston series their fourth line may have gotten less than ten minutes overall which Iâm not an expert on hockey but isnât a whole thing about balancing ice time and having solid lines all the way through so your stars arenât having absurdly long nights (shout out to Erin Ambrose you deserve a gun)?
Otherwise this follows the general trends of the playoffs with a bit more faith in the Frost than in the Sirens, a reasonable amount for the Fleet and Sceptres, and absolutely none in Ottawa which I think weâll all come to regret but Iâve said my piece about that already so I wonât beat a dead horse into the ground.
Higher Goals For than Goals Against: Toronto Sceptres (68.8%)
This risks getting into actual smart people hockey stuff that I am by no means an expert in, so I wonât spend too long other than to just share the results. Toronto and Montreal are the only two teams with a confidence rate of over 50%, followed by Boston, Minnesota, New York, and Ottawa. I think itâs interesting to think about potential offensive numbers but really canât speak much to how accurate these have the chance of being because my main reaction is âhuh yeah thatâs a statistic people can make predictions onâ
Player Predictions -
This definitely was a lot less definitive on almost all fronts, and I joked while advertising this that you could just type in MPP for all the answers and get half of them right, which seems to be the approach that some of you took. Itâs fair, but expect a lot of repetition looking at these charts due to that because she is just that pervasive. Iâll try to mention as many players you guys picked as possible but you might have to look at the charts because I am neither an expert in all players nor a good enough writer to say anything other than âYeah thatâs certainly a playerâ
Above 1.00 points per game played: Marie Philip-Poulin (13 votes)
And here is the start to our MPP sweep, starting strong off the bat, about half of the 26 answers to this question included her which makes sense. She was second only to Natalie Spooner last season, with 1.1 pt/g and unless something weird happens I see no reason to suspect otherwise from her. I honestly didnât expect as many other players to be suggested, after all it was only Natalie Spooner and Marie Philip-Poulin which makes sense, itâs an impressive statistic, but everyone seemed to have their favorites. Sarah Nurse was one player who hasnât really been on my radar but you guys seem to like her, for this question and a bunch of other ones. I personally am partial to a Hilary Knight comeback season from this list but would be interested to see anyone make that jump.
In the Top Ten Points Getters: Marie Philip-Poulin (15 votes)
Everyone raise their hands if theyâre surprised MPP won this in a landslide, oh wait literally no one is surprised I could have told you this when it was literally only my vote on the board. Youâll learn very quickly that oftentime the runaway winner of these simple questions arenât really the interesting ones, itâs everyone else that got nominated that you can really dig into. Everyone who got top 10 last year, 18-27 points was up here in this list except Brianne Jenner and Katerina Mrazova which Iâm chalking up to you guyâs Ottawa hate. Shoutout to Tobi and the one other person who voted for Gabbie Hughes and also Ronja Savolainen, you are the real ones rooting for the Charge.
Also I donât know if itâs because with Natalie Spooner just kind of ruled the world coming out of Toronto I was completely blindsided by Sarah Nurse on most of these questions sorry Nursey I forgot you existed a little bit hopefully the Toronto girlies donât tear me apart for that one.
PIMPG Over 1.00 Minutes: Abby Roque (16 votes)
The certainty of the questions ticks up by one for the next few and as much as everyone believed in MPP being awesome overall, one more person believed in Abby Roque being a criminal on skates and/or overly penalized, I didnât leave room for that distinction. Tereza VaniĹĄovĂĄ earned the dubious distinction of second place but only with 6 votes and Emma Maltais earned third with a measly 3. Not a ton of Rookie representation here but Iâll be interested to see if any of this draft class take up this mantle. Also shoutout to the two people who voted Kaleigh Fratkin despite her not playing thatâs so real and valid of you.
Save Percentage Over 0.920: Aerin Frankel (17 votes)
With the most votes of any player for a single category, Aerin Frankel, The Green Monster, love of my life and the blockade of the Boston Fleet, absolutely swept this category. I might have been thinking this in my head, but itâs good to see my Frankel love reaffirmed for the upcoming season because she deserves it all. And maybe a gun if Boston decides to have a few repeat performances from last year (cough two fifty+ save games in a row cough). The goalie questions have an inherently smaller pool so there were fewer surprises because as a certified goalie lover I try to keep tabs on the situation in net across the league. Iâm shocked ARD didnât get as much of a nod here from Montreal fans but suppose the appeal of Montreal is dissimilar to Boston in that regard as you theoretically have a consistent offense.
20+ Games Started as a Goalie: Aerin Frankel (16 votes)
Honestly Iâm surprised Maschmeyer didnât run away with this question because if itâs who Iâd like to see start 20 games and do wonderfully itâd definitely be Frankel but I think with the possible addition of Klara Peslarova Boston shouldnât be overly reliant on her with Soderburg and potentially Peslarova to back her up. I suppose it might be overwhelming faith in Gwyneth Phillips to be a solid number 2 in Ottawa but she wasnât that represented in other goalie questions so maybe it was just an oversight considering Masch had the most starts of any goalie in the league last year. More interestingly, I respect the one person who refrained from answering and basically said that thereâs so much depth in the league that no goalie will get 20 out of 30 starts. Iâm not sure if itâs accurate, but the depth is real so itâs possible.
Billie Jean King (MVP) Nominee: Marie-Philip Poulin (10 votes)
And now weâre officially back in MPP territory and Iâm not gonna spend too much time breaking this down because yeah. If Poulin has a repeat performance from last season and Spoonerâs out for a significant portion of the season on LTIR, itâs her award to lose. But letâs look at some of the people you think she has the chance to lose it to. Once again you guys are on the Sarah Nurse train and you know what I support. Seeing the team ratios, lots of Toronto, a smattering of everyone else, no Ottawa, is definitely interesting but Iâm not nearly smart enough to make conclusions as to what that means so Iâll leave it up to you to decide. (Something something teams with depth might have less obvious candidates if theyâre all kicking in?)
Forward of the Year Nominee: Marie-Philip Poulin (10 votes)
Wow. MPP for forward of the year, who possibly could have predicted this. Definitely not me. And yes, you all are probably right but thatâs not interesting! Thatâs not fun and cool and interesting so letâs move on. More Sarah Nurse love in this house and I think I can confidently say there arenât very many of you confident in a repeat performance from Spooner/think her injured status will prevent her from potentially making this list. Itâs a bit more prominent but thereâs definitely a big Daryl Watts faction of supporters and honestly I endorse this. I might not be a huge Toronto girlie but I always have a soft spot for players who move teams and she just seems like a very easy person to root for. I just hope she doesnât do too well against Boston this Saturday <3
Defender of the Year Nominee: Ella Shelton and Erin Ambrose (7 votes)
See isnât this fun, isnât this interesting, a tie for first place and none of them are named Marie-Philip Poulin! (ignore the fact she isnât eligible) Honestly, I think Ella Shelton and Erin Ambrose are the obvious but objectively correct candidates. They were both nominated and both deserving but I think Shelton was a little robbed, after all she was second in points for her team as a defender and fifth yes thatâs right, fifth place for points overall. But alas Erin Ambrose is a titaness and also deserved the award so thatâs not the point. The point is I think Iâm slightly biased towards Shelton between our two winners. As our runners up, weâre really feeling that Sophie Jaques love and I might be anti-Minnesota but I canât bring myself to be ant-Sophie Jaques. Of course I endorse Keller (Go Fleet!) and canât say I know enough about the rest of these players defensively to speak definitively on their chances.
Goalie of the Year Nominee: Aerin Frankel (13 votes)
Peace and love on planet earth thereâs not much to say that I didnât already say in the save percentage or games started section so I wonât dawdle too much here other than to say that there was a little less variation of who you thought would be nominated versus who you thought would have a good season (starting 20+ times, high save percentage). You guys tend to stick with proven goalies, which makes sense and I canât see any place Iâd disagree other than to say I think that if Corinne Schroeder keeps up her save percentage (higher than Soupy last year) and New York lets her see less of a volume of shots (she saw about 31 per game as compared to Campbellâs 24) by actually playing defense, she could separate a bit from the other goalies in the league. Iâm always rooting for Aerin Frankel and think she got robbed last year, so if she stays the Green Monster she was last season I think she has a really good chance.
Rookie of the Year Nominee: Sarah Fillier (12 votes)
This really reaffirmed for me that most of us have absolutely no clue anything about the depth of this rookie class. Of the nine players named, â
of them were the first round of the draft, one of them isnât even a rookie (Sorry Daryl Watts you wonât be getting this piece of hardware), and Curl and Daniel were second and third round picks respectively. Meanwhile over 20 rookie skaters got points in the preseason games alone and only Serdachny and Fillier from this list got more than 1 point. The rest of those seven players were all but forgotten. And I get it, preseason is preseason, but my prediction is weâll have a few unexpected standouts who really break out in the league when no one really saw them coming. I donât think Sarah Fillier will be snubbed with nominations, her preseason hatty proved that sheâs coming out on all cylinders, but I wouldnât be surprised if the other two are people not listed here. We shall see.
Significantly Better Year (Pt/G increased by at least 0.4): Hilary Knight (7 votes)
Listen, I might be biased as she is the Captain of the Fleet (which sounds so cool and I do need art of her in a pirate uniform immediately if not sooner) but I personally am rooting for a Hilary Knight revenge tour. I think we saw it at the rivalry series and in the single preseason game she graced the ice with her presence, but I think sheâs the type of player who underperformed last season and is now prepared to rip the league a new one. This was definitely one of the more varied questions with most candidates getting 1 or 2 votes so Iâll let you make your own opinions though I will say a lot of you are on the Daryl Watts train and think sheâll find her footing in Toronto. My one note is Iâm not sure if some of you got the question because there are some candidates here (Sarah Nurse most notably) who had great and/or good seasons (above 0.5 points per game) and going up by 0.4 or more would mean theyâd become transcendent players on the same level as the Spooners and Poulins of last season. Iâm not saying youâre wrong, Iâm just saying thereâs only so high players can go reasonably.
Involved in a Trade: Britta Curl (2 votes)
If the last question was a wide field of answers, this was a complete crapshoot. Aside from what I assume are two Minnesota fans hoping to dump Britta Curl on some other team, everyone else seems to be selected at random, so I wonât bother with any conjecture, you can observe and draw conclusions for yourself.
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Hey to all artists! I want to talk about our art journey. Some of us have a long path, some have started only recently, but each of us has had our own individual path and I think it's really important to remember how we all started. And it's also important to share it with others so that no one would be scared to start their own journey and just create.
How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?
As everyone I'll say I've been drawing since early childhood, but I think the end of 2019 is my beginning. Because that's the time I started to practice actively.
When you felt the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?
Maybe it's always been? I think for the first time I posted something traditional drawn on my personal social media. I started my art socials in 2020.
Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?
It's hard to track my very first drawing, but here are the early traditional drawings and my very first digital hand drawing. It was before I got a tablet, so it was drawn with a mouse. My impressions? My hand was tired... But if seriously back then it looked like something cool to me and I was surprised that I could draw something like that. Now, of course, I can see all my mistakes. But let's be honest, any mistake is a move forward.
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My very first attempts after getting a tablet.
Should I mention that I was upset at the first second that it didn't work out on the first try?
Your first fanart ever
I had a lot of traditional drawings of Adventure Time (I'm a big fan of Marceline). It's roughly a little over a decade ago.
But in digital, I guess this? Snufkin and The Groke from Moomin stories. [aug 8, 2020]
Your first gallavich fanart
Hi babies! This post and this post.
[nov 27, 2023] - oh my god it's almost a year???
But what if I told you that my sister asked me to draw Cameron Monaghan⌠Who knew that ten years later I'd be drawing him once again...
When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?
I just need to rest, try again, or think about what exactly goes wrong. When I started my path as a digital artist I was very inspired by the older work by 'big artists'. No one is perfect at the first moment and there is always a long road of striving and practice behind cool works. And I knew that the more I tried, the more I could consider myself 'cool' too. (spoiler: that feeling is still with me)
Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.
It's a hard choice. I stopped liking a lot of my work after a time, but this one was initially a struggle. I really didn't like how it looked in the end. I wasn't able to draw it as I wanted, and had problems with the face and dynamics. But the background is cool! (A lot of the work you don't like has some good in it!)
Renee and Andrew from AFTG [dec 5, 2021]
Show your old piece that you very like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?
I love the shading and the face, especially eyes. And i still love this drawing! Face looks better than previous and hair has a dynamic, and the expression is really good.
Buck Toothsome from School for vampires [nov 8, 2021]
Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.
I really loved this study redraw!
Ginny with Marcus from Ginny & Georgia [june 22, 2021]
Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?
I've started to do it recently! I'd forgotten how many sketches I made in sketchbooks when I was studying drawing.
I tried to change the pen pressure.
Sketch vs Final. Show your process.
Actually, it's been a tough process.
Your most recent drawing.
I'm working on my secret santa's gift right now, so I can't share it đ¤But here's my last sketch during warm-up session đ¤˛đ¤
Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!
I just want to say that four years ago I would've been shocked by my current drawings. I've really improved in drawing faces and anatomy, I'm trying new interesting composition, trying to learn new things and use it in my works.
Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?
Do more thinking while creating your art. Do a sketches warm-ups before digging into the big work. Don't be afraid to draw it again if something doesn't work. Take breaks to physically exercise!
Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.
I want to improve facial expressions. Make a professional portfolio. Keep growing and enjoying drawing.
I want to see more your drawings...
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@konaiiro @michellemisfit @heymrspatel @vintagelacerosette @sgtmickeyslaughter
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Prelude to... A movie on Saturday
A snippet from "a Mafia" & "From Assassin to Sales Clerk" AUs
Pyrrha was once again in the mall being dragged along by Jaune. The man she was supposed to kill, but because of her traitor of a heart and turncoat of a brain, she couldn't pull the literal trigger on the job. Of course the dense, oblivious, sweet, cutie. Pyrrha shook her head to try and replace those words... only for sweet to become loveable, and cute to morph into adorable.
So because of her inability to override her heart and brain, her mark who somehow had spotted her trailing him, decided she must be his... bodyguard. Pyrrha didn't know what was worse. Not being able to finish the job herself, or having to PREVENT other hitters from completing the contract! In was insane, and giving her a migraine.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelped when he grabbed her by the wrist, and started to drag her towards his chosen destination. "Hold on!"
"Come on Pyr!" Jaune spoke through his adorable goofy smile. Hearing her nickname, and seeing that smile, made Pyrrha "Goddess of Death" Nikos, blush like a school girl.
The blush, and associated happy feelings instantly died upon stepping over the threshold to Pumpkin Pete's Novelty Store. Gods Pyrrha hated this store. It was tacky, gaudy, and over priced! Like seriously $200 lien for a hoodie just because it had a trademarked rabbit head logo on it? But Jaune loved the store, and as his... bodyguard she was required to stick by his side, even in this hell.
But that wasn't the full reason she hated stepping inside this neon coloured purgatory. No that other reason was currently staffing the till of the store.
"Hi, Jaune! Pyrrha!" Blake called from her spot next to the till, in an overly cheery tone.
"Blake! Did they come in?" Jaune asked, like a over energetic puppy.
"Yep. The whole set is on the shelf, next to the Cereal Display." Blake helpfully informed Jaune, who released his grip on Pyrrha and rushed off towards the indicated destination.
"Blake." Pyrrha greeted the cashier coldly. Now why would Pyrrha be such a... bitch to some one working in customer service? Well because Blake Belladonna was also an assassin. One who had TRIED to claim the payout on Jaune.
"Pyrrha, you can relax. I signed off as not interested on Jaune's contract. You and him are safe in here." Blake informed her rival hitwoman for like the twentieth time.
"I still don't trust you."
"And that is an issue." Blake retorted. "How can you be in a relationship when you can't even trust someone in the same profession... wait that is a terrible example. I can perfectly see why you would have trust issue there."
"Whoa! Limited Edition Chainsaw-hand Pete!" Jaune shouted in excitement from his side of the store.
"How many of those freakish Sche-Pop things are there?" Pyrrha asked with a defeated sigh.
"Two dozen." Blake responded. "Anyway, you need to be more trustful. How are you going to move forward with Jaune if you can't trust and be honest?"
"Honest and truthful?" Pyrrha snorted, "Tell me Blake, in your infinate wisdom how this would go. Ahem. Jaune I'm actually a hitwoman who is supposed to kill you for a Schnee amount of money."
"Yeah, maybe not that honest."
"Anyway, have you been that honest with... Yang?"
"How do you know about her?" Blake hissed, her hand reaching for the kukri sheathed under the counter top.
"Jaune and her are friends through her sister Ruby, and you should understand... blonds talk. Especially to other blonds."
"Shit!"
"So have you taken your own advice?" Pyrrha asked with a smirk. "Opened that Pandora's box of truth, to you blond?"
"I'm trying!" Blake hissed, "It's hard, you know. I even bought out her contract four years ago, so no one could pick it up!"
"Whoa. That is commitment. When's the wedding?"
"Hush you!" Blake answered. "You're no better, you know that! Blushing and squirming like a school girl every time Jaune even looks at you!"
"How else should I react?" Pyrrha asked. "His contract has a no-buy-out clause! I'm sleeping in his bedroom for Gods sake!"
"Same or separate beds?" Blake asked instantly serious.
"Separate."
"Shit!"
"Blake, where you thinking lewd thoughts about me and my sweet Jaune-Jaune?"
"No, and do you hear yourself?"
"EEP!" Pyrrha squeaked as she finally recalled what she just said, and said out loud. "Argh! I'm a mess! What am I supposed to do! This should never have happened!"
"Preach it sister." Blake replied. "Yang wants to take me to the movies, Saturday, and I bet you an hour's wages she'll invite Jaune who will bring you along."
"A movie!" Pyrrha's heart was slamming against her ribs. "What the hell do we do at a movie?"
"Hold hands? Make out?"
"We are killers Blake! We are ill equipped to do such normal things!" Pyrrha growled in desperation while unintentionally grabbing Blake by her hands. "What are we supposed to do? how am I supposed to act normal?"
"Don't ask me!" Blake replied. " The only normal thing I know is how to work a retail job!"
"Right." Pyrrha released Blake's hands. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but WHY are you still working here?"
"Deery." Blake replied without hesitation. "She's scary."
"Oh, yeah... I remember her." Pyrrha visibly shivered.
"Hey!"
"No."
"Rude. You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"You were going to suggest I speak to one of Jaune's sisters." Pyrrha scowled. "Not happening. Ever."
"So then we go to this movie, flub it, Get outed as murderous psychos, and lose the loves of our lives?" Blake asked.
"Fine. I'll ask Saphron." Pyrrha capitulated. "Happy?"
"You were right Blake!" Jaune commented in his overly cheerfully friendly voice. "They had ALL twenty-four PLUS the four special editions!" Jaune pushed a shopping cart to the counter. A cart filled with boxed figures.
"Jaune. Don't you have like all of these at home already?" Pyrrha asked, leaning back from the freaky things.
"No. That was series one. These are series two. So they're different."
"How?"
"Poses. Accessories." Jaune cheerfully replied.
"I'll just ring these all though, for you." Blake commented.
"Oh, Blake?"
"Yes, Jaune?"
"Yang said something about movies Saturday." Pyrrha froze. "So I thought I'd check with you to see if you'd mind it Pyr and I tagged along?"
"Don't mind at all. The more the merrier." Blake replied, in her practiced cheery customer service voice.
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Rating the fanbase of every Primarch & their legions.
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Lion'El Johnson & Dark Angels fans (8/10): I like the fanarts they make, also 100 points for portraying Lion like a rouge kitty cat sometimes. Oh I also like how the Lion fans are embracing the 'our primarch is obviously neurodivergent and we love him for it'
Fulgrim & E.Children fans (10/10): This part of the group always produce the best fanart?? Or at least a lot of artworks for E.Children in general. Though browsing his fanart must be done with caution cause 20% chance I might see schlongous or booty.
Perturabo & I.W fans (8/10): I'm sorry about your favorite character. Not many of them are around though :( But so far their fanart production have been solid. I like how they kinda just chill and embrace the 'neurodivergent manchild' persona for Bo and makes no attempt to refute it.
Jaghatai Khan & W.Scars fans (8/10): Surprisingly not many of them. I'm kinda bummed out about it since I like this character. Though his fanarts are mostly adorable! They're always chill, I'm happy to see them on my feed -`âĄÂ´-
Leman Russ & S.W fans (7/10): I would rate it 8/10 but I hate stimky wolf grrrr so -1 point (msflora found dead in fenris more at news 6). Anyways fanart-wise, they're so good!! I like how they always draw Leman like a scrunkly lil guy. I also love to read their fanfictions.
Rogal Dorn & I.Fists fans (6/10): WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE?! I CAN'T FIND YOU!! I RATE IT LOW BECAUSE I'M SCRAPING THE GROUND FOR ROGAL DORN CONTENT! But in all seriousness, loving how they embrace the 'fortify' meme. I don't like the weird Black Templar larpers from twitter, but that's just a 1% of the fanbase
Konrad Curze & Night Lord fans (8/10): Your fanfictions scares me, most of the hashtags are nowhere written in the bible, but I read them all so who am I to judge. I love how this side of the fandom just embrace the 'we are bad and disturbing and creepy' schtick and go ball. I blame this side of the fandom for making me love Jago Sevatar tho.
Sanguinius & Blood Angels fans (10/10): Insane artworks from this side of the fandom, always impress me. A lot of vampire and angelic stuff, I love you guys. Sorry about your primarch tho.
Ferrus Manus & I.H fans (all six of them) (7/10): I'm sorry about your primarch, I'm sorry he get crumbs in the lore. I rate it low because I'm scraping for any IH/Ferrus content here....
Angron & World Eaters fans (8/10): Loving the contents you guys made here! A lot of red, so many red, oh god. I'm sorry about the sinking ship of Argel Tal x Kharn though.
Roboute Guilliman & Ultramarine fans (9/10): Spoiled, well-fed, their favorite guys have insane plot armor and I'm jealous >:(. Keep the bulky half-naked Rob fanarts coming tho I have them all liked & downloaded.
Mortarion & D.Guards fans (6/10): I do not like Nurgle stuff so I rarely go there... But my god most fanfictions yall made for Mortarion x reader is heartbreaking. Rating it low because I get scared of some fanarts they make, but pre-heresy Mortarion is kinda badddddddđ
Magnus the Red & Thousand Sons fans (100 Tzaangors/10): We are so cool and awesome, not a biased rating. In all seriousness we Tsons fans r eating GOOODDD this year (thx SM2). Though we suffer from a disease called 'inconsistent writing of our favorite primarch's power levels' and it's not getting better.
Horus & L.Wolves fans (9/10): Guys I understand, Horus is big daddy, a father, he's an icon, you guys made it clear with the abundant of breeding tags in your fanfics. Sorry that the way he's corrupted into chaos is kinda bootycheeks tho :( Wishing they explore more into his corruption.
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Metastable; Chapter 1
When it started, he told himself it was something irrelevant - that squirming in his gut and need to straighten his vest, smooth his hair, feel if his face was really getting hot or it was a trick of the senses.
This whole thing was a bug to be squashed. A burnt dinner you ate anyway and hoped you forgot about in the morning. Her glances were an accident. She wasnât taking an inventory of his features the way he did hers. Those werenât the kind of words he should take seriously. Her comments on his jewels or his impressive use of language. Each time sheâd look up at him through her lashes, ghost of a smile on her lips and a quick remark about his intellect, his looks, how very capable he was and what a brilliant idea it was to bring him along, she should kiss Bellara for being such a good scout - he really was such a dashing asset - heâd feel that voltage in his chest saying do it.Â
Ask her to dinner.Â
Buy her some jewelry.Â
Tell her how dashing sheâd look in Nevarran robes.Â
With a Nevarran date.Â
In his Nevarran sheets.Â
Then, of course, reality would whack his thoughts away with a ruler and cruel grin.Â
You published your first paper before she was a thought in her mommyâs belly.Â
He quickly ushers her out of his quarters so he can grip the balcony railing and will himself to hold down his lunch. He reminds himself to ask Lucanis about how he keeps Spite at bay. Heâll be sure it comes across casual. Purely academic. Thatâs all he is, anyway. A brain for hire. Years of practice in the type of classical restraint that comes so naturally nowadays will work on the likes of Lucanis. It held up with the Dalish boy years ago, too. And that woman from Orlais. And the bartender from that place after that thing a while back. Maybe itâs because Rook can dismantle him so easily that terrifies him as much as it intoxicates. A girl with a puzzle sheâs solving too fast, expectant eyes soon to be following. Was that all?Â
He tells himself getting to know the rest of their quilt-together cohort will distract from the certain doom of Captain Rook, Daring Young Adventurer. Stronger. More capable. More dashing of an asset. Bellara is a fine way to achieve this. So many questions. So eager. So curious. Time flies when they dissect their studies. She reminds him of a younger version of himself, back before things got easier. Heâs not here to make friends, exactly, and after meeting everyone, itâs not something he banks on succeeding in, but sheâs a decent partner for lengthy discussion. The sun is on their shoulders one afternoon, papers scattered on a bench outside, and after theyâve exhausted themselves over rhetoric, he watches as Bellaraâs eyes follow after their fearless leader. She sighs.Â
âIsnât Rook just so,â she trails off.Â
âShe is,â he answers.Â
Yes, he sees himself in her. Curious and eager. Hungry. A dreamer, cursed. They donât realize minutes go by in silence until Rook casts a glance their way, eyes darting between the two before a smile unlike one heâs seen before melts and simmers onto her expression. Itâs hard. Acidic. The kind reserved for enemies before battle. It runs a shiver down his scalp and settles in his hands. They continue their discussion on summoning spirits and ignore each otherâs shaken breath.Â
The next morning, Rook doesnât invite him on the mission and itâs an embarrassment. Heâs become accustomed to their routine. Expectant. Itâs a strange type of pride he holds close to the vest. He knows itâs because heâs older, wiser, more practiced than the rest of their crew.Â
But isnât that a bad thing, old man?Â
He still hasnât asked Lucanis about Spite. Damnit. Serves him right. He stands at the breakfast table, patting his mouth free of crumbs and making his way to change into his gear when Rook shouts, âNeve, Lucanis, weâre heading out to Tevinter.âÂ
Heâs embarrassed by how fast he turns to stare. Itâs embarrassing the way his mouth opens, as if to protest, before quickly shutting and his hands beginning to flex.Â
It should be strange for you to come along, at all, reason whispers. Youâre a brain for hire, remember? Sometimes, Rook doesnât wanna carry the team all on her graceful shoulders. You should know. Dead Weight Walking.Â
Even Neve looks confused, but steels her expression and nods. He sees the ways hers and Lucanisâ eyes meet, then depart, then meet again, cheeks growing redder by the second. Theyâll make a handsome couple. An appropriate couple. He feels a boiling behind his eyes at how easy it must be for him. To just ask. To smile at Neve. To offer her sweets and them both understand itâs a prelude. When he gets back to his quarters, he rips open his desk drawer and rummages for the gold case of Rivaini cigarettes heâd managed to stave off for long enough he couldnât remember. For someone so petrified of death, it was funny how instantly he itched for a smoke at times like this. He decides he wonât draw comparisons between the cigarettes and Rook. Sheâs not an addiction. Sheâs not death. Sheâs not something to hide in a drawer. He paces out his room, through the den, out onto the balcony to get some last few seconds of fresh air. As he closes his eyes, breeze kissing the back of his neck and hips leaned against the railing, his mind billows over to a girl - bloody, victorious, fire in her gaze as she looms over her latest triumph - and he feels himself get hard. Itâs harder to ignore when he hears her laughter below.Â
He looks down at the quad, quickly finding a rare smile on brave Davrinâs face, and next to him, a giggling Rook. Theyâre going inside to the library. Perhaps to her room. Maybe theyâll swap horror stories and heâll show her just how those Grey Wardens keep warm in the wetlands. Before he can stop himself, he flicks the rest of his cigarette off the edge, it landing on Davrinâs shoulder. Heâs quick enough to duck away before either can find his horrified expression looking down at them. Their continued laughter makes his mouth taste like ash.Â
A week has gone by and heâs catching up on one of the books he brought from home, a story about two brothers and betrayal, when a low knock echoes through the room. Manfred is with Harding, this evening. Heâs thankful for the companionship. He makes his way to the door, tying his robe and beginning a Thank You, Harding speech when those eyes stare up in mild amusement, minor challenge. âDo you always wear collared shirts to bed?âÂ
He stares for a moment before looking above her head, out into the darkness of the hall. âCommon side-effect of working late.â They watch each other before she steps close and then closer, shoulder brushing his ribcage as she pushes her way into the room.Â
âYou have a real eye for design, you know. Everything is so very ⌠clean.â She brushes her fingers along the staircase, the autopsy table, the fireplace, and he follows her trail, stalking like a wisp. âAnd it smells like something lovely. Flowers?âÂ
âLilacs.âÂ
She hums in acknowledgement, turning to him. Her nose twitches as she inhales, gently leaning in. âYou even smell like lilacs. Itâs perfect in here. Pristine.â He canât breathe. âI suppose thatâs why you smoke outside then?âÂ
This must be what it feels like when your lungs collapse, he thinks. âI am, I am so very, very sorry, I had no idea young Davrin, or you, for that matter, were walking that way, I was simply falling into old habits and once I realized what happened, I was so mortified, I just had to, well, I just, I panicked, I suppose the point is I am so completely sorry and will be sure to send Davrin a plate of confections in the morning as an apology, I hope he wasnât offended,â he hasnât breathed in a while and decides to. She says nothing. Then laughs. Like the fact sheâs found him funny should be a secret. She follows with a whisper.Â
âNext time you want to smoke and be angry, send over an invitation.âÂ
He wants to ask how she knew he was angry, but she brushes past his arm and glides slowly to the door. Ghostly in her perfection.Â
âHave a nice night, Emmrich.âÂ
Heâs not sure if he does.
Things go back to their version of normal. He comes along on journeys, offering information and excellent healing charms. He kindly ignores the jabs her colleagues take, making it clear not only do they find him off putting, but they question Rookâs judgment. When she shuts them down, lovingly firm, eyes clear and shoulders squared, he wants to kiss her. Thank her for rescuing him. Bat his eyes and smile and sigh and grip her armor as she pins him to the side of a cave. Itâs refreshing, being outside and flexing his magic. Proving his worth beyond a seminar. The sun agrees with him. The exercise agrees with him. For once, heâs not thinking about how slow he feels and how choking the future can be. Heâs staring out at the coastline, the bustle of Minrathous buzzing behind him when a hand rests on his shoulder, her breath hot against his ear. âYou were excellent today. How lucky am I?â
I. I. I. Not we. I.Â
By the time he looks down, sheâs gone, but sheâs smiling at him over her shoulder, hair floating in the breeze and tan setting in on her skin. Her cheeks are flushed and the hair around her temples are sweaty. The slice of pie she had earlier has crusted into the corner of her mouth. A berry smudge that paints her lips in a suspended smirk. He realizes, in that moment, that things are much worse than he originally thought.
That evening, he writes a letter to his colleague at the college.Â
Dear Simon,
I hope youâre well, blah blah blah, Iâm doing this and that, etcetera, etcetera, how is so and so, whatever whatever, tea at our normal haunt? Hope to hear from you soon.
E
Simon wasnât exactly a friend. There are a lot of not-exactlyâs when youâre a professor as decorated and relaxed in his field as Emmrich was. But when there are plenty of pricks in the department and you find a fellow with enough self awareness to not keep his published works loudly present on his desk or laugh the hardest at the deanâs quarterly dinners, you keep in touch.Â
âWhatâs shaking, Ricky,â he smiles, flat accent blaring. Fine, he responds, just fine. They share a pot of tea, trading rumors and stories about other faculty members before he feels comfortable enough bringing it up.Â
âI know this isnât something you probably want to discuss,â he starts, keeping his eyes trained on the tea leaves lurking at the bottom of his cup. Blueberry lavender. âAnd I understand if you want to change the subject entirely.â He holds his breath. âYou and your wife.â
He doesnât have to say anything more. Simon straightens, crossing his legs and leaning away from the table to stare at the rest of the establishment. Itâs dim in lightning and warm, a kind separation from the chilling darkness outside. No one they know is here. That doesnât make things better. âIs this why you wanted to meet? To question me about,â
He throws a hand over the table, splayed next to Simonâs cup. This is out of character. He hopes it conveys the urgency. âWhen did you know it was more than,â he looks around, âmore than just you. Did she,â heâs sweating. Must be the fire. âDid she say something or, or do something to suggest,â he canât finish his thought.Â
Simonâs eyes widen for a moment before his shoulders lower, eyes quickly going to the fire before meeting Emmrichâs. He understands. âShe held my hand. Iâd told her about my daughter being sick and she was so. Sorry. But she wouldnât stop staring at my mouth.â He tilts his head. âOf course, nothing happened until after she graduated. No matter what the others might tell you.â He leans in. âHow old is she? Yours?âÂ
Emmrich thinks of rotting flesh, Assan dead, mutilated villages to wage war against the shocking thrill of hearing her described as his, however untrue the claim may be.Â
âYoung enough for it to not be real.âÂ
At that, Simon laughs. âBeen there, old pal. Write me when it gets all too real, all too fast.â
He promises, should that unreality make itself real, he will. Heâd throw a parade, too. And go skinny dipping in Hossberg.Â
No one asks where heâs been when he returns to the Lighthouse. Instead, he arrives to a slice of pie on his desk, a note with a bit of blue thumbprint on the edge.Â
Trust me, itâs delicious.Â
-R
He doesnât think twice before digging a finger into the center, ripping off his slice and slipping it into his mouth. Itâs sweet. Itâs tart. Itâs a perfectly fine pie and he imagines blue thumbprints all over her body. A joke about how she's the only thing he'll get dirty over. He lets the slice melt on his tongue.Â
âA little birdie told me someone likes you ,â Bellara sings to Davrin, feet kicking under the dinner table. Conversation swings their way, smiles all around and drinks spilling in favor of hearing Bellaraâs hot new gossip. Rook is the only person not present.Â
âOh, yeah? What have you heard?â Bellaraâs beaming behind her hand, leaning over the food to whisper in his ear.Â
This table is a young manâs game.Â
Emmrich prides himself on manners. No one would ever accuse him of impoliteness. Which is why he says to no one in particular that heâs excusing himself for the evening before pushing his chair out and beginning the walk back to his room. Itâs more like a pre-jog. Heâs only had half a dinner but thatâs fine. There will be no wars won tomorrow. He wishes there were stars around here, instead of this blasted, perpetual summertime. He considers going home, where he could wallow and rot in peace. Before he can enter the library, tell Manfred to pack a bag and make sure to pack his robe, a flaming hot sizzle lands on his left shoulder. In surprise, he yelps, brushing it off and looking up to see who the hell would dare?
She would. She would dare. âWalking home all by yourself, handsome?â
He huffs, if just to make her feel the slightest bit bad. He knows it wonât work. âLost my appetite, Iâm afraid.âÂ
She beckons him up the stairs. âGood thing Iâve got just the thing to help.â
When he reaches the top, sheâs lighting a new cigarette, passing it to him as she stares out onto the cul-de-sac theyâve begun to find familiar. âIf these kill me, will you bring me back?â
He doesnât want to let on how terrified the thought leaves him. Instead, he looks her in the eye, letting the end rest on his lower lip before sucking down a deep inhale, eyes stuck on hers. âYou know, the likelihood is I go out before you, my dear. Should I decide against immortality.â
Her eyebrow quirks. He ignores that sheâs staring at his mouth. âWhat do you think of our little stowaways?âÂ
âPerfectly qualified team of individuals. Theyâre certainly exciting.âÂ
She sighs. He starts wondering how he answered her wrong, but she cuts in. âOne of these days, Iâd appreciate if you told me what you really think. However,â she stops, looking at his nose, his tie, his chin, â... improper ⌠you may think it be.â
He wants to kiss her. Heâs going to kiss her. Heâs going to drop his cigarette and light this place on fire and feel the flames licking their legs as he bites into her neck and dares everyone to admire just how accomplished he really is.Â
She grabs the cigarette from his lips. He finds itâs his cue to answer. âI could do with less from Davrin, lately.â Heâs shocked heâs said it. âI mean,â
âWow, didnât realize you really meant to burn him earlier.â
âI didnât, I-â
âYou got a problem?â
âNo, I donât, really, I donât know why I-â
âIt makes sense, really. Heâs brave, and strong, and all the things that make a hero. â
He schools his expression into the one reserved for faculty meetings and difficult students. Itâs hard. Itâs acidic. âI see youâve taken an interest in a new companion. How charming. Iâm sure youâre both," he considers his words, "well-suited for each other.â
Something shifts in her gaze. Off-kilter. On the back foot. She ceases to be the warrior he works with, the woman that torments him - instead, he sees a girl, fingers picked bloody and lip worked raw, suddenly unsure. He sees himself in her. Hungry and cursed.Â
âI certainly have taken an interest, Emmrich.â Ever daring, she steps closer. Her hand brushing his against the rail, then curled against her chest, then to her lips and finally placing the bit of cigarette left between his lips. âA little birdie tells me you feel the same.âÂ
Later that night, when heâs ghosting his hand over her backside, watching his fireplace dance shadows on their legs, he asks Manfred for some stationary and ink. He has a surprising letter to write. Ch. 2
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"Me? No," Wade said, shaking his head. "The opposite, actually. I'm bored to death." He realized how that probably sounded to her a moment later. "Not- I didn't mean bored sitting here talkin' to you. I meant with life in general lately. Haven't found any good jobs yet in this city, got nothin' but time on my hands, that sorta thing," he sought to clarify.
He understood what she was getting at with the waffles, and she was right, really. But if his enjoyment was the only reason for something, then lately he just wasn't interested. He really didn't deserve to indulge at present, and he wasn't sure when he was going to finally say he did deserve it.
Everything that had happened to his friends and potential future family wasn't exactly something somebody got over in a shot amount of time. Until he did, he was going to keep right on thinking he didn't deserve to be happy. I got everybody killed. If I'm not gonna join 'em like I should've, the least I can do is live a completely miserable life. Not the greatest logic, but emotionally it made sense to him. "Yeah, I guess," he said unconvincingly, choosing to leave it at that rather that harp on things. This poor woman was probably tired of hearing his bellyaching bullshit.
He thought her reaction to his supposed medical condition not being given proper thought had been a bit... extreme? Had he touched a nerve somewhere? Surely her anger wasn't just out of concern for him, they'd only just met a little while ago. Still, the anger seemed... personal, somehow. Maybe she's been in jail before. If she had, that wasn't any of his business. If she wasn't on his list, then he didn't care what she did or how many years she'd spent in the cage.
He was still thinking about what he'd seen outside with the unfortunate, umbrella-challenged fellow. Again, he was curious and wanted to know what she'd done, what that blue stuff was, how she'd fixed the umbrella so well... but it seemed wrong to ask. She seemed like a very private person and Wade wasn't one to pry into other people's affairs unless he was being paid to do it.
Cutting the stack of napkins that arrived in half and dividing them between her and himself, Wade wasted no time in drying his rather shiny chromedomus before any more rainwater could drip down his nose or from his chin. "I gotta install gutters on this thing. Seriously, everything just rolls right off," he complained, gesturing towards his head.
When she said he'd done the same thing, meaning fixing the umbrella, Wade chuckled. "Nah, I didn't do shit, that was all you," he insisted. "All I did was get myself wet and hold the door on the way back. Hardly medal-worthy conduct."
The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...
well,
Shallow breaths
A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk
Bright, fluorescent lights
Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items
Too many options
kind of.
At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...
And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.
The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin
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"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."
It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.
Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.
His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.
Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!
With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.
"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.
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