#aubs shut UP

[aubeezz]

how many boobs am i allowed to give before it explodes

[hawkswildfireheart]

Not to have a full on Robby crash out about Dr Google, but holy shit the amount of people that get "medical info" from Facebook is ridiculous.

Also, don't argue with me about what I can and can't cover under a specific imaging order. Especially when you're a first timer. Why are so many people arguing about that lately? No, I will not commit insurance fraud or risk my license ffs

[amandaanddonnie]

SISTER WIVES Season 19 Episode 11 - teaser

[kimoralov3]

click cute - 16

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your suitcase rolls behind you as you step into the air bnb, taking in your surroundings. being friends with sarah definitely had it’s perks.

“y/n, you’re here!” you hear a voice call from the top of the stairs. you remove your glasses with a smile, bracing yourself as sarah runs up and hugs you.

“sarah! oh my god, you look so good! fresh highlights?” you ask as you pull away, taking in your friend’s new look.

“of course. you know i had to look good for vacation.” she says as she does a little shoulder shimmy. you snort at that. she was really something else. “how was your flight? sorry i couldn’t go with you, i had to get here early to make sure everything was all good.”

“girl, you flew us first class. even if i did have complaints, you would not be hearing anything from me.” you say as you loop your arms together. she throws her head back in laughter, bumping her hip with yours.

“glad you enjoyed it. only the best for my girls.” she says teasingly before turning her head towards the stairs. “john b! come down here really quick!”

the sound of quick footsteps follow sarah’s call, along with the visual of a brown haired boy taking the steps two at a time. “oh hey, you must be y/n.” he says as he holds his arm out for a handshake.

“yeah, i am! it’s nice to meet the guy sarah won’t shut up about.” you say, causing sarah to playfully elbow you in the side. john b laughs at that, pulling sarah closer to him and slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“all good things, i’d hope.” he says as he presses a kiss to her head. as much as you hated to admit it in an attempt of solidarity with lex, the two of them were cute together. really cute together. 

“so, is anyone else here? or are we the first ones?” you ask as you grab hold of your suitcase once more.

“oh no, jess and jj are upstairs ‘blessing’ their room.” sarah says with barely contained laughter. you make a face of disgust, a hand coming up to your chest.

“ew, gross. please tell me my room isn’t right next to theirs?” you ask with a laugh.

sarah quickly shakes her head. “oh no, i could never do that to you. me, john b, and lex’s room is right next to theirs.” she explains. oh, thank god. you could not handle sleeping next to an overly “touchy” couple and— wait a minute.

“wait, you guys are sharing with lex? why?” you ask as you look between the two of them. god, let’s put those facial muscles to use to hide your shock at how bad of an idea this was.

“there’s only four rooms. we figured jess and jj would need their own rooms, and pope and rafe can’t share for some reason—” sarah starts.

“rafe complains about pope staying up all night to play his games, pope complains about rafe waking up at ungodly hours to do his in room workout routines or whatever.” john b intercepts as he scratches his eyebrow. there was definitely a story there. 

“so i’m rooming with pope?” you ask for clarification. judging by the look on sarah’s face, that was not quite the case. 

“no, actually. you’re uh, you’re rooming with rafe.” she says, looking anywhere but your eyes.

this was fine. it wasn’t a big deal. the two of you had made up or whatever, so you weren’t really mad at him anymore. but there was that whole thing about you possibly hearing him call you cute, so it was still awkward, as some people would say.

“that’s fine!” you say, pretending not to notice how high your voice had gotten. you clear your throat before speaking again. “so, does that mean pope is rooming with cleo and aubs?”

“oh, yeah. there really wasn’t anywhere else to put him. plus you know how aubs is, she goes to sleep pretty late anyways.” sarah says. she had a point; you had woken up to one too many 2 am text messages from aubree about any and everything that was on her mind. 

“well good luck to pope.” you say with a chuckle, ignoring that pesky feeling in the pit of your stomach. you were overreacting, really. it wouldn’t be that bad, or awkward, or weird or whatever to room with rafe.

right?

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[halfwayhearted]

Soft Smile — Aubrey Griffin.

Pairing: Aubrey Griffin x Fem!Reader

Summary: You catch her in a fib, or… maybe not a fib at all.

Word Count: 570+

Disclaimer/s — Literally nothing, I’m just sick tbh 🤦‍♀️

A/N: AUBREY GRIFFIN. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME. IF YOU. HI. Idk, I thought about this yesterday and I was like oh heck yes

When you saw the video of Aubrey saying she was pretty good at drawing, you can’t lie—you definitely quirked a brow. In fact, when she finally returned home, the first thing you did was burst out laughing at her. Quickly covering your face.

“Aubrey—” you say through giggles, staring down at the drawings you managed to find and setting them down on the counter. “Sorry, the drawings.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Huh? What’s up with you?”

Rounding the table, she falls into step beside you, eyes zeroing in on the counter where her drawings lie. Her cheeks flush. “I wasn’t even trying! It was—oh, shut up. It was a competition!”

“No, they’re nice! I just saw a video of you saying that…” your voice trails off, eyes flickering up to meet hers. Aubrey looks genuinely conflicted, and you feel your expression soften. “Okay, show me what you got.” Grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, you set them down on the table and sit her in one of the chairs. “Draw me something please.”

“‘Draw me something’ is crazy?! What even for?”

Narrowing your eyes, you grab the pencil and gently place it into her palm. “I just want to see. I’ve never actually seen you draw… anything.”

Not able to find it in her to refuse, she lets out a huff and does as told. This was uncalled for. Extremely uncalled for. So what if you saw a video, probably the one where she said she liked to draw? She knew you weren’t laughing at her because of that. The video might’ve been the one where someone gathered photos from a drawing competition she did a while back, basing her talent off those. With another huff, Aubrey tilts her head, her tongue sticking out the corner.

After five minutes pass, you see her look up from across the table. “I’m done. Can you hurry up?”

“Patience is a virtue, Aubs,” you reply. “Show it!”

With that, Aubrey grabs the paper and lifts it up. The sight makes you frown… in a good way, of course. It displays both of you, but it seems like she only focused on you, given the amount of detail on you compared to the less detail on her.

Oh, my God. You’d laughed in her face about this.

Your eyes widen as you rise to your feet. “…I’ve underestimated you.” You get a better look at it.

“Have I convinced you yet?” She smiled softly.

You take it from her. “Yeah, you’ve convinced me.”

Feeling quite proud of herself, Aubrey stands up and stretches. “That was nice. But I need to take a shower. Please don’t fall asleep without me.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you murmur, still dazed.

Aubrey chuckles at your demeanor, placing a quick kiss on your cheekbone before brushing past you and disappearing into your room.

Gazing at the sketched paper, an idea sparks in your mind, and you head over to the small storage closet, grabbing an empty grey picture frame.

Perfect.

Carefully removing the back, you slip her drawing inside and close it back up, setting it down on the couch’s side table. It looked like it fit right there.

Oh, and to her dismay, you fell asleep without her. However, Aubrey didn’t mind when she saw you cozily asleep on the couch; her face softened even more at the sight of her drawing on display.

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[gumgumvibecheck]

wishing death and violence on everyone else in this fucking staff meeting

behaving like someone whos experiencing sleep deprivation. which has nothing to do with the 4 hours of sleep that happened to me last night

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

Omori tumblr… i present to you… my (WIP) kinda zombie apocalypse AU…

the first. like. 10??? chapters.

I.

“..Stay still, this won’t hurt.” Sunny muttered, as he held the full syringe up to Basil’s shoulder. “Well, I mean, it shouldn’t since you’re used to it by now.” He added.

Basil still tensed up. “I don’t think it really matters how used to it I am, Sunny…” He said, the whine in his voice just a bit irritating.

“Relax. This’ll only be harder if you don’t.” Sunny replied, completely ignoring Basil’s words.

Basil took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his arm. He tried not to look at the extremely long needle aimed at his bloodstream. “Please just get this over with, Sunny.”

Sunny shrugged and poked it in without hesitation, injecting the liquid into Basil quickly before pulling it back out.

Basil groaned as Sunny stuck a bandaid over the wound. “Owww. That never gets any less painful.”

“You make it harder. Every time.” Sunny snapped, without sympathy.

Basil didn’t respond.

“You’re kidding. No way that’s kicked in already?” Sunny poked Basil on the forehead. “Hey, open your eyes.”

Basil’s eyes fluttered back open. “Hmm..?”

“…God… you’re an idiot. Wait for that antidote to set in before you go back to sleep.”

“..okayyy.”

Sunny sighed. Seriously, this guy…

He examined the black marks spread across his friend’s skin, cursing silently.

“I don’t know how much longer this’ll work, Bas.”

“Whatcha mean..?”

“The symptoms are only getting worse. I don’t know how much longer you have until you’re fully infected.”

“…don’t be a downer… you’re so damn pessimistic, Suzuki. I won’t get that bad.” Basil muttered, sounding more than a little annoyed.

“I’m not being pessimistic, just observing, Moore.” Sunny grumbled back.

“Shut your trap… I’ll live. It’s not too bad, just some minor shadow webbing, lighten up.”

“It’s not really minor at all, smooth-brain.”

“I will hang you like they did to the mayor.”

“Don’t joke about it!! He was my dad!!”

“So?? You hated him.”

“…aghhhh. You are infuriating.”

“You love me.”

“SHUT UP!!”

Basil didn’t object. He closed his eyes again, leaning back in the bed.

“You can go back to sleep now.” Sunny added, quietly.

Basil hummed, already drifting off.

Aubrey’s voice came from the doorway. “Is it working?” 

Sunny jolted. “Oh, yeah..! It’s.. working as well as it can for such a weak cure.”

“Okay.. hope so. Especially after Hero and Ma-“

“Don’t say that. Basil won’t end up like that, not if we can help it.”

“That’s the spirit, Sun. Don’t get too worried… I’m sure he’ll be fine..”

“I should be saying that to you.”

“Yeah, to everybody, more like.”

Sunny huffed in amusement. 

Aubrey leaned against the doorframe. “Come on, let’s get you some food. You’re thinning.”

“…alright.”

***

It wasn’t much later that they heard a scream from upstairs, long and agonized.

Kel, munching on a slice of pizza, sighed.

“There goes Bas. Better check up on him.”

Sunny gritted his teeth. “I’ll do it.”

Kel stood up. “Nah, I’ve got it. You’ve still got that gash from the other day. I’ll take one for the team.”

Aubrey glanced over. “Kel, are you sure? I can do it if you-“

“I’m sure, Aub. Don’t sweat it.” Kel said, shoving the last of his pizza in his mouth.

Aubrey watched him for a few moments. “If you’re sure, then..”

Kel grinned. “Be right back. If I’m not downstairs with zombie boy in 10 minutes, I’m either dead or he’s convinced me to, like, make out with him or something like that. Which will never happen, so assume I’m dead.”

Aubrey snorted. “Okay, weirdo.”

Kel went upstairs, pushing open Basil’s door gently.

“Oh, dude..” he sighed. “C’mere.”

Basil immediately rushed over to Kel, hugging him tightly.

“It hurts.. K-Kel, it really h-hurts…!” He wailed.

“Shhh, you’ll be okay.” Kel whispered.

Basil looked up at him with teary eyes. “W-Will I really? This a-antidote seems to be getting weaker.. I look l-like a zombie already..”

“Hey, dude… don’t say that. Just ‘cause you’re a bit worse for wear and your veins are black, doesn’t mean nothin’. You’re strong and you’ll make it, so don’t lose hope yet!!”

Kel’s smile was dull.

Basil sniffled, wiping his eyes. “…mm… y-you’re right. I’ll… I’ll be o-okay..!”

Kel patted his head, gently pulling Basil’s arms away from his waist. “That’s more like it. Come on, you can join us downstairs.”

He turned and caught a glimpse of Basil coughing.

He cheerfully ignored the drops of black liquid that fell from his mouth, not letting his smile fall for a moment.

II.

Basil stared at himself in the mirror.

Black spread along his body, like spiderwebs in his skin.

His eyes were uncomfortably dark, his previously bright blue irises now a deep, murky indigo, clouded with impending death’s haze.

And soon, the film of a walking corpse.

God, he could swear his sclera were already yellowing.

Basil cringed.

Sunny’s right, isn’t he..? I’m doomed.

It’s no use anymore.

He took a deep breath.

Everything is going to be okay.

The phrase was familiar, but he couldn’t use it to cease the images that flooded his mind.

He closed his eyes, leaning against the counter, holding it with a white-knuckled grip.

The piano was untuned and broken, the keys stained. Her voice was torn from disuse and her eyes were bloodshot and watered as she sang.

Her little brother was left alone, forced to throw her out and run away to the only safe haven he knew.

Nobody would survive if even she hadn’t.

It was choking, the doom that settled over the group.

The rose was lost soon after. He couldn’t bear to see his love like that, and he sacrificed himself if it meant being with her.

Nothing would work. The tulip was far gone, hope and emotion drained from his decaying body.

The gladiolus would help him as well as she could, but they’d all seen what happened to the pure lily and rose they all hoped would push through.

A duet left unfinished would ring through the air, the strings of the violin singing sweet melancholy as the one left coaxed it into use.

A flute would join, but the player was rustier than the metal itself. The sunflower’s fried brain would not work though he wished with all his might it would, if only to make the tulip feel again.

And the cactus would stay strong through it all, merely because he was the last hope.

The sunflower now prays for the spikes of that poor cactus to prick him, over and over, so he can escape the fate that was bestowed on him by no deity he could remember from those peaceful Sundays spent at church.

But the petals of the plant are wilting and singed by a disgusting black fire. The sun he once wished to face is dying and his silver lining has turned to ebony soot.

The sunflower will be torn up and burnt like the weed he is.

Everything is going to be okay.

III.

Sunny looked over the half-wall at Basil for the tenth time that morning. He’d been busying himself in the kitchen while his friend lazed around.

“Basil?” He called.

Basil didn’t look over. “Sunny.”

“Come out here with me, your muscles are already atrophied enough. And I want you near me.”

Basil let out a heavy sigh. “Okay…” 

He got up and walked over, leaning on Sunny.

Sunny wrapped an arm around him in return.

The tulip would pull him close, soothing him as the gladiolus patched his wounds.

Black ink leaked from his pores. He knew he was dead. He cried like he was alive.

And the rose looked on at what he’d done through the window, but he was not alive enough to make any sense of it.

They boarded up the house after that.

Basil closed his eyes. “I’m… not cut out for this, am I?”

Sunny rubbed his back. “Neither am I.” He replied. “Not if you aren’t.”

“I won’t survive this.” The sunflower wept.

“Neither will I.” The tulip replied with certainty. “Not if you won’t.”

“We just can’t be happy.. the universe will never give us a break.” Sunny said.

Basil opened his eyes, looking up at him. “We had it good. Too good to last.”

“That’s how the world works. No happy ending lasts in real life.”

The tulip raised his axe to the piano.

“Happy endings don’t last in real life. I’ve got to destroy what’s left of this one before the world can ruin it for me.”

“You wouldn’t rather save it?” The sunflower asked, foolishly.

The tulip slammed the axe down. The shattering of the wood was enough to answer the sunflower’s query.

It was too good to last, he supposed.

IV.

Kel sat by Aubrey’s side.

The cactus screamed as the gladiolus drew his blood to save the sunflower.

“Do you think Basil’s going to be alright? And I mean really, honestly.” Aubrey asked.

Kel hummed. “I think we can only hope.”

The cactus had watched the rose wilt. The red petals turned brown and shriveled.

“That’s vague, Kel.”

“You asked for my thoughts, I gave them.”

The gladiolus saw the cactus drying up and watered it every day, taking care to keep it alive.

“There’s more, isn’t there? There always is.”

There’s always more, like the mold that they seem to keep finding on the sunflower.

“If you really want to know, then yes, there’s more.”

“I want to know. Tell me.”

The gladiolus always wanted to know.

Strong wit. Resilient flower. She was always true to herself and others.

The sunflower was right about her.

He always was. 

“I don’t think he will. But if he does, it means I’ll die for him, doesn’t it? I only have so much blood in my body. You can only take so much before I die.”

“…That’s morbid.”

The cactus would not acknowledge the darkness in his words even if the gladiolus had.

“It’s true, though.”

“Well, yes.”

That was his role. A symbol of hope, peace, truth. A bastion of clarity in the world they were trapped in.

That used to be the sunflower’s job.

How sad the cactus had to take it.

V.

Aubrey gazed out the window. This was the only one they hadn’t boarded, since it was in the attic.

Someone came up the ladder behind her.

“Aubrey..! I didn’t think anyone would be up here…” Basil said.

“Oh… sorry, I can leave if you want to be alone.” Aubrey replied.

Basil came to sit beside her. “No, stay.”

A strong flower, however pretty she looked.

The sunflower was weak.

She refused to think that. She wanted to keep hope that he would make it through this.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Basil shrugged. “As okay as I can.”

The gladiolus had heard that before. It was always a lie.

“You can talk to me if you start feeling worse, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t go out, alright? We can’t risk you.” The gladiolus had warned.

“Okay.” The sunflower had replied, lying through his teeth.

“Please tell me you really will.”

“I will.”

The sunflower’s screams of pain had rung through the town no less than an hour after that.

He was foolish. A child who couldn’t listen to simple instructions.

The gladiolus would ignore that fact, so that she could continue to help him.

“..,Thank you, Basil.” Aubrey said, quietly.

“…you’re welcome..?”

“I’m thanking you because I trust you’re telling the truth. This time.”

“..oh. I am-!! I swear on it.”

“Good.”

The sunflower lies. The gladiolus does not notice, since her hope in him is far greater than her conscience at the moment.

Another seed falls; not to be planted but to be watered to no avail. No growth as result of a defect.

VI.

The lily looked at her younger brother with sympathy. “You must go. You still have a chance- just because I missed mine doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

The tulip weeped. “I can’t leave you here, not like this.”

Sunny stared at Basil on the bed, scratching at his skin.

The lily had scratched, like that, as her symptoms got worse.

This was a replay of her suffering, just like the rose had been.

“S-Sunny… please… i-it hurts… j-just kill me already-!!” Basil cried.

“No… I can’t… not you.” Sunny murmured. “I can still fix this… fix you…”

Basil wailed. “P-Please!! It’s no use… I-I don’t want to l-live if it means this…”

“I can’t!! You don’t deserve to die!! We’ve tried too hard to give up on you now.”

Sunny closed his eyes as Basil’s wailing turned to shrieks of agony.

The duet was her final, and his foul attempt at connection, with hope it would save her.

And a lily, left to her fate, blindly attacked him. She was unseeing despite the single eye that penetrated the tulip’s very soul.

The tulip couldn’t listen to her screams any longer, and though he wished to stay and save her, he ran. Even though she had stayed behind in the house, her presence seemed to dog at his heels with the guilt he felt for abandoning her.

And so the pure white lily is now stained with blood, and its spirit tainted with darkness.

VII.

The rose had wanted to be with her no matter what, and so he stayed true to that promise- he sought out infection as soon as hers had set in.

Kel watched Aubrey. “Did you see what Basil did to Sunny?” Aubrey asked.

Kel nodded solemnly.

“Looks bad. Do you think he’s infected?” She turned towards him.

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

“...I’m sorry, Kel…”

“Why?”

“Because we’ll have to make more of the cure… which requires more of your blood.”

“...don’t apologize… this is probably what I deserve. To be a savior… that’s what I always wanted, I guess. Now that I’ve got it, though…”

“I wish we could find another way, Kel.”

“Me too.”

VIII. (flashback chapter)

The group sat on the couch. When the news report finished, the air was thick with fear.

Mari was the first to speak. “...Well, everyone, as long as we stay inside and distanced from other people, we should have no reason to worry, right?”

Aubrey shuddered. “I’m still scared…”

“Don’t be!! We’ll all be careful.”

“Mars, I’m not so sure…” Hero said.

Mari smiled. She was trying too hard. “Chin up, Hero!! Look at you, being all responsible. I like that about you, hehe~”

“Mari… not now.”

Mari laughed.

Kel stuck his tongue out.

The mood had been lightened.

That night, though, Basil laid in his sleeping bag, awake and fretting.

“Psst… Basil.” Sunny whispered. 

Basil looked up at his friend. “Hi, Sunny. Can’t sleep?”

“No… I’m scared.”

“Me too. But don’t worry… everything is going to be okay, isn’t it?”

Sunny and Basil slept in the same sleeping bag that night.

IX. (flashback chapter #2)

“Mari…? Are you okay?” Sunny asked.

“I’m… fine. Just tired.” Mari replied.

Sunny didn’t believe her for a moment. He could see her veins were darker.

No amount of makeup could hide that, though she tried anyway.

“Don’t go out again today, please, Mari.” He begged.

Mari smiled. “Oh, alright, if you’re the one asking.”

He would find her hunched over the toilet later, an inky black liquid falling from her mouth.

He knew she had been infected.

X.

Mari…

She was the start of it all.

Basil laid his gaze upon the picture of her on the mantle. The glass was shattered.

He could hardly remember what she looked like. The memories of the lily were far gone after such a long time.

How long has it been? Nearly four years.

Perhaps she’d been cured, somewhere else.

The sunflower hoped against hope that was the case, but he knew in his heart it couldn’t be.

The cactus might be the only one immune.

…He will die out before the sunflower is restored.

Basil tore his eyes away from the picture, instead watching Sunny in the kitchen, over the half-wall. He was digging through the cabinets.

“Sunny?” He called. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for food. Something edible, at least, before we have to resort to canned peaches and such.” Sunny replied, bitterly.

“Canned peaches aren’t all too bad…”

“I hate peaches.”

“Ah? Really?”

“Really.”

Basil was quiet.

He didn’t like small talk.

Sunny glanced back at him. “You alright?”

“Yeah. There was just nothing else to say.”

Sunny squinted at him. “Your eyes are… bloodshot…”

“I know. Try not to look too close, it’s..”

“Disturbing?”

“..mhm.”

Sunny shrugged and turned back to the cabinets. “Alrighty then.”

Basil’s gaze trailed over the bandage wrapped around Sunny’s bicep.

It could have been his imagination, but he thought he could see black veins peeking out the bottom.

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes to clear them.

..no, the veins were still there.

…Basil wanted to cry. He had done that to Sunny. Now his friend was doomed. It was his fault.

But he stayed silent, for Sunny’s sake… Basil didn’t deserve any more pity.

“Basil?” A voice came through his thoughts.

He glanced up. Aubrey plopped down on the couch beside him. “Yo. What’s up? You look sad.”

Basil shrugged. “...Nothing… I feel bad… about what I did to Sunny…”

Aubrey hummed. “You weren’t in a good headspace. Don’t worry about it too much.”

[ming-sik]

georgine is such an interesting character and she was such a good villain and im. so conflicted on her last scene. the detail of sylvester begging for her to explain why she's doing this and georgine refusing to even tell him, because it's so obvious if you understand her at all, and the fact that he's never needed to is part of why she's so agonized by losing the archducal seat to him of all people that if she can't have ehrenfest, nobody can, is so good. it's narratively foreshadowed so early too, really it's foreshadowed when ferdinand tells rozemyne that it's obvious that the child with the most mana should become aub before more and more worldbuilding elements are introduced that explain why women are nevertheless mostly shut out of the position even when they want it, and it makes perfect sense that that would drive you absolutely insane. it's such a well-done take on fantasy governmental misogyny that, even though i find that trope devastatingly boring and often stemming from regular misogyny on the part of the creator when it's positioned as a matter of course, i really like georgine! i wish they let her cook a little more!

i think what i'm most unsatisfied with especially at the climax is how much of her spotlight is taken up by detlinde who i can only describe as "the generic villainess character the protagonist reincarnates as in villainess isekai manga" and gervasio who got his schtappe yesterday. so little of the admittedly complex plan to trap georgine even is shown onscreen and her actual plan is foiled by sylvester happening to leave the foundation at the correct time. i wish sylvester and the woman whose life he stole and georgine and the man who stole her life got to fight over the duchy that they were each meant to protect and that forced them into this position, in like a cooler way. the fact that even though everything was working against it being satisfying their actual conversation still got me is a testament to the strength of their dynamic.

in conclusion:

me explaining what georgine could've been

[cyarsk52-20]

DEAR AUBREY fans- What's happening to Aubs is what happens to anyone who forgets their place He is NOT a political prisoner He is NOT a martyr He is NOT a BlkMan hanging from a tree He is NOT a BlkChild brutalized bc RACISM He is NOT a victim. Nobody freaking shot at him or put him in an illegal chokehold while he said he “can’t breathe “👇🏾 was his clue to shut up

[aubeezz]

Do u think that bc Cult of the Lamb is Australian it'd be funny if they had aussie accents

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 360: That was Then, This is Now, p12

What remained of the upstairs apartment door swings open and crashes into the wall with a sharp >bang< as the two Others enter, say hello to the two receptionists who are with him.

“Bianca, Sammi hi he-“

“Crikey Aubs what the fuck?”

“Y-yeah someone broke in and-”

“And Jesus are you leaking?”

“N-no, uh, that’s just his, uh-”

“Thanks Aubrey we’ll take it from here.”

“b-but-“

“It’s okay, really.”

“Yeah, Olivia sent us. So piss off.”

“She wanted us to come up and take care of him…”

Lights are flickering overhead.

“We’ve got tits, too. See?”

“…and she’s the boss, right?”

The red haired woman’s voice is full of something powerful.

“R-right.”

“You should probably go too, Nadia.”

“Right.”

Two young women exit, leaving two behind with him. A door closes. 

They crouch down, one on either side. They study his face, his eyes moving in dream behind half-closed lids. The redhead reaches out, holds them open, gazes deep into him….

“Do you see what’s happening in there?”

“It’s, like, some kind of wonky protective charm.”

“Yep. But we can fix that.”

The redhead’s two hands go to his temples. Lights flicker anew as she begins to tap his skull with her fingernails: <clickety-clickety-click> The whites of his eyes change color as something fuchsin runs through their veins. 

"You saw what was happening in there? That was then. Let’s show him now."

“Haha bonkers. But Emily said-“

“Shut up. Now give him a kiss...”

…

I felt an immediate chill. The room, everything around me suddenly felt strange, a little different, certainly a little colder as my front desk girl, Aubrey, abruptly released me from her comforting embrace. I blushed, having just been held to her full young bosom, and noticed that the shadows in the office seemed deeper, and longer. Static crackled over the big band tunes coming from my new RCA desktop radio, and I saw there was a crack in one of my office windows…and it was growing. The girls, my medical assistants, had checked me out, making sure I hadn’t hurt myself moving that vending machine. Now that I think about it, how on earth had I done that? 

Lakshmi, Josie, Amelia - and is that Marisela? She’s wearing so much makeup - surrounded me. Someone was pouring me a whisky from my servette and another was now playing with the radio unit, changing channels, looking for the news. 

Something was about to happen.  Knock knock sweetie..! called a familiar voice from the door. Bodies around me shifted, away, and I looked to see-

Melissa!

Haha w-wow look at you! I said from behind the small crowd of women, someone less assured than I would have blushed from hearing the shaking in my voice. I was sure it was nothing to worry about. Always dressed to the nines for the office, Melissa naturally drew all eyes to her. She took my breath away, actually. You look like the b-bee’s knees! I said. 

Oh thank you sweetie! she sang, feigning a blush at my compliment as she stood in the doorway of the room. My girlfriend - how long had we been seeing one another? - was a real looker. A tall drink of water, for sure - almost as tall as me! And the figure on her? The knockers and those gams? Wow! She wore high heels and had my coffee, my morning joe, steaming hot and hopefully just as I liked it: black! 

She came in, the <click-clack-click> of her high heels echoing strangely loud, staccato against the new linoleum of my office floor. Is that a new dress, doll? I asked as I stood for the lady, obviously impressed with her appearance. Who wouldn’t be? 

<clickety-click-click> Really loud. Weird. When she reached me we were eye-to-eye; in fact haha in those heels she was a bit taller. You look like a m-million bucks. 

Take a picture, dreamboat, she purred in a private whisper, reaching to straighten my tie, her sparkling eyes on mine and a curl to her smile, it’ll last longer. 

I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped down to her tits. Cleavage bulged above the neckline of her blue, polka-dot dress and I got a whiff of her Chanel N-…Huh. No…was she wearing something new? Whatever it was, the flowery scent gave me an immediate boner! That, and it reminded me of, wow, what we’d been doing in bed together recently. Those words she’d started using with me when we were alone, in the dark: ‘good boy’, ‘my little man’, ‘mama’s baby’…

Wow, she was really sumpthin’ else...

Eyes up here, tiger, she giggled softly, and took a step back to let me watch her set her shoulders, making sure to keep my interest. Here’s your coffee, boss, she continued, interrupting my reverie and sudden lapse of composure. Now the whole room was watching us. I put a little milk in it this morning for you, to help the tummy, she told me.

Oh, um, thanks, I replied, looking around awkwardly as the girls around me giggled. Something strange was happening.

Now, I heard something about you being very brave. Is that right? Melissa cooed, taking a step forward back towards me. Instinctively, for some reason, I took a step back.

Oh yes, Marisela chimed in, an acerbic edge to her voice I hadn’t heard earlier, You should have seen it. Dr. Jay pulled a vending machine right off of Mr. Kowalczyk. Had Marisela always been this <gulp> busty? Her black blouse had…wow, someone should tell her…popped a button. Or maybe three...

He was brave, very brave, Lakshmi cooed. Oh my gosh the way she swung her hips.

You would have been so proud, chimed in Josie.

Oh I am proud, I am so proud of our big, strong man, Melissa crowed indulgently, our brave boy.

Our knight in shining armor! Aubrey offered.  So brave, Lakshmi cooed.

The girls crept closer to me, surrounding me from all sides. They were praising me, but it didn't feel like praise. It felt like…something else.

So fucking brave, drawled Amelia.

This was weird, right? Something was slipping away from me, and it felt like my authority. I was the man here! I had to take control! And I couldn’t let that lapse in office propriety go. 

P-Please watch your language? I spoke to Amelia, wincing when I heard my voice crack, unsettled by the lack of conviction I heard in it. Amelia’s breasts seemed larger as well, larger than I remembered. Looking at them made me feel somehow smaller, and like I shouldn’t have dared to discipline her. 

Her long nails began to tap in rhythm on the desk. <clickety-clickety-click> <clickety-clickety-click>

Melissa had stepped up to me, and now grabbed me by the tie. She pulled me in for a kiss - wow, what a kiss! - that sent electric shocks all the way down to my toes. It even made the lights in the room hum and flicker! My eyes rolled in my head as her tongue took over my mouth. Someone had made sure my desk chair was right behind me and good thing because when Melissa released me my legs gave out and I fell backwards into it. 

The girls had begun to clap, again. <clap clap clap!> Why? What?

<clap clap clap!>

From my chair I looked up at Melissa.

Do I look taller from down there? she asked. 

Wh-what?

<clickety-clickety-click>

I know you like tall girls, she pressed, and I asked: do I look taller from way…down…there?

She inched forward a bit, peering down her nose at me. She’d begun to take hold of the hem of her short skirt. S-something strange was happening.

<clap clap clap!>

<clickety-clickety-click!>

Taller? Melissa continued, Bigger?

<clap clap clap!> wh-where is that coming from?

She began to turn around…

Let me show you how big I’ve gotten, sweetie, she purred, slowly lifting her skirts and bending over at the waist, how big I am now, back here…

M-Melissa w-w-wait! I sputtered, what are you d-???

My voice froze and I gasped as it came into view. Fucking Jesus Christ what’s happened?!? It was huge!

<clap clap clap clap clap clap>

<clickety-clickety-click>

I heard Melissa giggle and she put her hands down on the desk, cocked her mountainous hips up, towards me. Her frilly skirt was bundled about her waist. She was not wearing panties. 

Stand up. Show us how much of a man you are. 

<clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…>

=====================================

[cloudcountry]

The people: aub is Idia kinnie <3

Auburn:

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

[queeniecook]

June 13

Six days until it is officially my due date. Six days. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a year and a half. Now, I am well aware of the fact that doesn’t mean that is when the baby will come. He or she could arrive before that or after. Caleb and I have come to an agreement that if I don’t go into labor by the 21st, that I’m getting induced.

In the meantime, we have everything done that we can get done before the baby arrives so now we wait.

Even Josie seems to be waiting. Sometimes I think she’s waiting to meet the baby before she joins Ares and Xena across the rainbow bridge. I don’t want to think that way and I constantly monitor her health but there’s a voice in the back of my head that won’t shut up about it.

On a happier note, I think Bluebelle is finally warming up to me and I’ve seemed to gained a feathery friend. There’s a hen that follows me around when I do chores. I don’t think I’ll be able to continue milking Bluebelle though, I almost didn’t make it up off the stool today.

I named the hen Betty after a favorite actress of mine. I’ve never had chicken cuddles before, despite being a Veterinarian but they were pretty sweet coming from her.

Aubree stopped in to see me today as well!

Caleb had to take our picture (after we annoyed him into it of course) this will probably be our last picture together while we’re both pregnant.

Aubree treated me to a spa day in the next town over, we also got some yoga in.

Along with some swimming and food. Food is a must, even if Aubs didn’t seem too thrilled with the hot dog she got of the fridge.

We also went dancing! I can still bust a move, sort of, even nine months pregnant. For some reason some guy was there taking pictures of everyone, it was odd.

We ended our day with more food, the bar food was better at least. I’m really glad Aubree took a day off to get me out of the house for a bit. I know it’s a bit risky to go away from home at this point probably but if I just sit at home and look at the clock in expectation, I’m going to go insane.

[yourbelgianthings]

no greater love

a hurt/comfort fic with aubrey and duck, takes place after the events of episode 28, tw self harm (not actively described)

“GOOD MORNING, DUCK NEWTON! ARE YOU AWAKE?”

“Well, geez, Minerva, I am now,” Duck mumbled as he rolled over and slowly blinked his eyes. He saw Minerva’s imposing form standing over the bed and couldn’t help but chuckle at the borrowed WVU sweatshirt and gray sweatpants she was wearing. All the residents of Amnesty Lodge who had recently moved in between Duck, Leo Tarkisian, and Mrs. Pearson’s apartments were already good to go on clothes due to usually existing in their human forms, but everyone had needed to pitch in to make a few outfits for Minerva. She was certainly enjoying her new permanent corporeal form, but a battle dress just wasn’t practical for laying low in the apartment. 

“I WILL GET YOU SOME COFFEE IF YOU’RE TIRED, DUCK! YOU NEED TO GET READY FOR THE BIG STRATEGY MEETING SOON!”

Duck could hear Minerva fumbling with the coffee maker, so he hurried to throw on a flannel and jeans to get out to the kitchen as soon as possible. Minerva was the most helpful roommate a guy could ask for, but she didn’t exactly have the hang of all the human appliances yet. As the two of them got coffee and breakfast ready, Leo, Jake, Dani, and Moira arrived from down the hall, with Barclay arriving shortly after from old Mrs. Pearson’s apartment. He set a tupperware of freshly-baked cinnamon muffins on the coffee table for everyone to enjoy.

“WHERE’S AUBREY, DUCK?”, asked Minerva, looking concerned as the group continued to assemble (Hollis and Keith had just arrived and were looking for a place to put down their motorcycle helmets, with Thacker and Ranger Juno Devine right behind them). 

“Come on Minerva, no need to worry. She’s probably just still asleep, she stays up later than either of us and not everyone can get up as early as you.”

Indrid Cold was the last one to arrive, in full striking mothman form, and taking a swig from his thermos of hot eggnog. Duck whipped around to face him.

“Indrid! You’re back?!”

Indrid laughed. “Yes, hello Duck. You do recall that I can see the future, yes? I wasn’t going to leave you hanging on the brink of the apocalypse.”

“Well, we’re sure glad to have you back. Take a seat wherever you can find one.”

Duck turned to survey his living room, which was currently seating an impossible amount of people, and smiled. There weren’t many people left he could trust, but the majority of those were right here. They were going to free Mama somehow, and Ned…well, he was gone for good and there was no use wishing differently, but he made the choice to save Dani and give the rest of them a chance to keep fighting. Duck would not see that sacrifice wasted. Now he just needed to wake Aubrey up and they’d be ready to go. Knock knock knock. No response. He knocked again and raised his voice:

“Aubrey? You gotta get up now, everyone’s here for the meeting. Barclay made muffins, they might be gone if you don’t hurry up!” 

A long pause, and then in an uncharacteristically emotionless voice, “Go away,” Aubrey replied. Duck was annoyed but could feel something might be off.

“Listen, I’m not your dad making you get up for school. We’re both adults and you know the stakes as well as I do. So if you need a minute, fine, but you gotta get out here.”

Aubrey screamed through the door, “GO AWAY, DUCK!”

His brow furrowed deeply. “I’m gonna open the door now, okay, Aubrey?” Duck gently turned the knob and then shut it again behind him. His eyes briefly flitted over the Lady Flame show poster on the wall, Dr. Bonkers sitting in his cage, Aubrey’s gloves and a Polaroid of her and Dani on the nightstand, but they quickly landed on Aubrey herself. She was sitting criss cross on the bed holding her pocketknife, flicking it open and shut, and staring at nothing. Duck sat down on the edge of the bed.

“What’s goin’ through your head, Aubs?” Aubrey turned her gaze to Duck but did not meet his eyes.

“Nothing, Duck. Like you said, you’re not my dad.”

Duck sighed and rested his hand on her knee. “Bullshit, Aubrey. Sure, I’m not your dad, but I’m your friend, and we gotta be there for each other or we’re never gonna make it out of this.

“We already didn’t,” said Aubrey harshly. “We was you and me and Ned. And he didn’t fuckin’ make it out.” As Duck raised his eyes to meet Aubrey’s, they landed on the knife. There was blood on the blade. 

“Give me the knife,” he demanded. Aubrey was too drained to resist, she simply dropped it on the bed between them.

Duck picked it up and asked quietly, “Aubrey, are you hurt?”

“In what way?” She laughed bitterly. “The last time I talked with Ned, we had a huge fight. He lied to me and I was furious. But in his letter to me, the last thing he said was that he loved me. And he got himself shot to save Dani. I have the Flamebright Pendant back now,” she fidgeted with the crystal as she spoke. “But I don’t want it if it means he’s gone. I owe him so much and I can never repay him now. Dani means so much to me but she deserves someone better.” Aubrey collapsed into sobs, practically falling onto Duck’s shoulder. He awkwardly put an arm around her and held her until her tears slowed. Duck Newton was a practical man, he had never been one for emotions, but he was determined to help Aubrey right now. When Aubrey raised her head, Duck passed over a box of tissues.

“I’ll be right back, just sit tight for a minute here.” Before Aubrey could reply, he was off, and returned with a wet washcloth, a dry one, and some bandaids. Aubrey simply held her arms out in front of her. Duck gently rolled up the sleeves and set about tending to her injuries.

“You know, Aubrey, you have nothing to punish yourself for. Do you think this would make Ned or Dani or anyone else feel better somehow?” She started to cry again but shook her head. “You said Ned wrote that he loved you. First off, you better take that to heart, because I knew that man a good long while and never heard him tell nobody else that. But, when you love someone, you don’t want to see them get hurt. You can’t bleed your guilt out, only time will take care of that.”

The two remaining members of the original Pine Guard trio embraced and stayed there for a while. Aubrey eventually pulled back and sighed deeply.

“Well, I guess I can’t save Kepler in my pajamas,” and she laughed for real this time. Duck smiled and stepped out into the hall. As Aubrey pulled on her ripped jeans and a clean sports bra, she looked at her bandaged arms in the mirror. They had armor now, Duck’s tenderness in caring for her at her lowest point helped her feel even stronger now. Then, she put on a tight black long sleeve t-shirt, her battle vest, gloves, and finally the Flamebright Pendant. 

As she sat and laced up her boots, she thought, “The Lady Flame is back!” She was ready to fight with her friends for the sake of their town and the world. Aubrey stepped outside and ran to sit on Dani’s lap. Dani simultaneously laughed and teared up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I heard y’all were waiting for the Lady Flame! Well, without further ado, let’s get this started!” As she said this, a smile spread across Aubrey’s face that she hadn’t felt for a while and her fingers flickered with fire.

[wordycheeseblob]

i started clavis's route agian so you can ask for updates again and i will officially have something to say LMAO

but basically i just got to the part when theyre talking to silvio and hes like "SO MC WHY ARE YOU AT THE PALACE" and then clavis is like "we're lovers" and shes like "we're friends" at the same time and they have this whole SOAP OPERA in font of them until silvio tells them to shut up LMAO

LMAO the image of Silvio being DONE and just waiting for them to stfu 😭

Clavis and MC have such good chemistry I swear they're so smart but so dumb they're made for each other aub just you wait just you wait you'll see it gets way better.

They're kind of like those two here, just so goofy I love Clavemma so much uuuuugggh

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

sigh… small hiki fic update bcs exams have ruined my daily writing schedule

also repasting the last bit from my other upd ^^

also- small note. basil’s always hitting aubs in the chest (this part + more in future) bcz she has respiratory issues and he just loves to exploit that :) he knows it’ll hurt her more and he REALLY wants smth back (you’ll see what that is.. soon.. heh)

Basil crossed his arms. “Why should I? He’s the one who locked himself away the second his brother died! Kel, you know, the world kept on going and going while you were in your little hidey-hole! I don’t know if you weren’t expecting it to but it SURE AS HELL DID! NOW GET LOST, YOU TWO!!”

Aubrey spoke up. “Basil, please-”

Basil whirled around, hitting her in the chest with the blunt side of his garden shears. “SHUT UP!!”

Aubrey fell to her knees, clutching at her chest as tears streamed down her face.

Sunny took a sharp breath. “..Basil, what the heck? Stop that!”

“...Leave it alone, Sunny. This isn’t your problem.” Basil replied, solemnly.

“...What’s wrong with you, Basil? …Gah, Kel, we’ve gotta do something!”

“Are you two picking a fight? With ME?” Basil sneered, pointing his garden shears at the pair. “Come at me then. Don’t be pussies, I'll take on both of you!”

Sunny narrowed his eyes. Kel kicked Basil in the shins, and Sunny slashed him across the cheek with- a KNIFE?

Basil stumbled back. “...Ow, what the hell…? Sunny, are you kidding? Is that a damn KNIFE? You’re crazy!!”

Sunny shrugged. “Ay, you deserved it. Stop being a bitch, ‘kay?”

“...No!! I’ll get you next time… you’ll see.” Basil spoke through gritted teeth. “Unless you’re smart enough to stay out of my way, goddamnit, you’re dead.”

Angel elbowed Basil. “Hey, boss, let’s get outta here. You need a band-aid or something for sure.”

Basil turned away. “..Yeah.”

He cast a glance back as he left, anger and… a hint of sadness swimming in his eyes.

And then he turned back and walked off with the rest of the Hooligans.

Sunny rubbed the back of his head. “..yeesh. Basil’s changed a lot. Good thing I had my knife.”

Kel snatched it.

Sunny gaped at him. “Wh- HEY?! That’s mine!”

Kel just shook his head, and then threw it into the bushes as hard as he could.

Sunny huffed. “..aw man. That one was my favorite. Damnit. I’ll go back and get it later.”