#but the same theme of 'they don't like working with her but damnit she's got the thing they need'

[the-journey-was-the-point]

"Blood Cookie"

(Title is a play on the term "blood money")

My second fic with underworld Linnéa, and a sort of counterpart to the previous one! If that one was more serious, this one is more lighthearted in tone. Linnéa is always so stoic when I write her, so it was nice to let her be cheeky here!

I would also like to thank fantasy name generator for helping me come up with Ranger names on the fly XD

Summary: POV you're a Ranger-in-training and you meet a nice lady at the apothecary whom your senior doesn't like for some reason. Relationships: Linnéa & Rangers (this time with names!)

Nellriel met up with a senior member of the Dúnedain just outside of Combe. Calethor, whom she was tasked to shadow for the day, gave her the briefing as they entered the town gates. 

“We’re going to be around some dangerous folk,” he said with a surly countenance. “So don’t touch anything. Let me do the talking. And don’t take anything from anyone. Even if it’s offered.”

Nellriel took in his advice and steeled herself to deal with danger. She clenched her fists and put on her game face as they turned the corner and entered an… apothecary? 

She was expecting a smoky bar full of dart-throwing ruffians, not a neat and organized shop that sold medicine. Her eyes scanned the rows of glass bottles on the shelf. There were poultices and syrups and the air was fragrant with the smell of herbs.

“Stay here.” Calethor instructed, breaking Nellriel out of her distracted thoughts. She watched as the older Ranger brusquely followed a gruff-looking man into a back room. She was left alone with an old man, and a younger woman with blonde hair and blood-red lips, both of whom were quietly at work.

To Nellriel’s credit, she stood at attention for the first five or so minutes. After a while, her mind began to wander. 

“You're new,” said a voice. Nellriel looked to the one who had spoken: the woman, who was now balancing dried herbs on a weighing scale.

Though Nellriel was told not to speak to anyone, she felt she didn’t want to be rude. “Beg your pardon?”

“You're a new Ranger,” the woman repeated. “I haven't seen your face before.” 

“Yes. I mean-- I'm still in-training. I hope to become a full-fledged member soon.”

The woman transferred the herbs to a dish and muttered something to the old man about fevers and colds. “And they sent you out here today?” she asked Nellriel, addressing her once more. 

The Ranger-in-training bristled. “Yes. Why?”

“Nothing. You just seem a little young.”

Nellriel felt her cheeks heat up. “I turned seventeen last month.”

“Seventeen!” exclaimed the woman. “You are young. What are those Rangers doing, sending out children?”

To Nellriel’s embarrassment, the old man chuckled. “Now, madam!” he said, speaking for the first time. “I’m sure Miss Trainee has done a good amount of feats to her credit.”

The woman’s lips curled into a small smile, and Nellriel felt she had witnessed something rare. “Perhaps you’re right, Mister Taproot. I shouldn’t be so quick to write her off if the Rangers saw fit to bring her along.”

Nellriel puffed out her chest. “Last week, I snuck into the camp of the Daybreak Bandits and retrieved all of their stolen loot.” The Daybreak Bandits were a small group of independent petty thieves that had taken to jumping people along the Greenway. Nellriel had helped put them in jail.

“So that was you,” said the woman. “Impressive.” And though her ego was sufficiently stroked, Nellriel had to wonder why she felt a chill. 

“Someone's got to keep the peace, ma'am.” Nellriel clasped her arms behind her back and held her chin high, feeling very important.

“Very true. I certainly hope you were rewarded for your efforts. We have a good poultice here that helps to stop the bleeding.” She turned to the old man, who quirked an eyebrow. “A small jar,” she clarified, to which he nodded his assent, “and perhaps a cookie?”

Nellriel perked up as the woman produced a tin. The scent of vanilla wafted into the air when she opened it, and Nellriel had just picked a sugar-dusted treat for herself when Calethor barged out.

“Up-up-up! Put the cookie down, Nellriel! That’s blood cookie!”

She did as she was told, ashamed at having been caught in such a weak moment. Wasn’t she just instructed not to take anything? She cursed at herself. Calethor, meanwhile, gripped a newly-acquired scroll in one hand and used his other to waggle a finger at the woman. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”, he demanded. “A bribe? You’re not going to corrupt one of ours so early in her training! We’ll take the poultice, though.” 

“It’s only a sugary treat, Calethor.” Though the woman rolled her eyes, an amused smile played on her red lips. “A little reward for a heroic act.” 

“One that’s a little too sweet coming from you.” He took the jar the old man offered him. “Come, Nellriel. We’re leaving.” 

Not wanting to make any more blunders, Nellriel hurriedly followed without speaking any more to the woman or her companions.

“Good luck on your quest, Calethor,” the woman called out as they left. “And Nellriel, I’m sure you’ll make a fine Ranger someday.” 

“Definitely an odd encounter,” thought Nellriel. She’d have to ask Calethor about that woman later.

[thenixkat]

i just think the opening theme has a lot of implications about the nature of kaiju in the setting with how it opens but i need to aquire more info to like organize my thoughts I do still firmly sit in the camp that post kaijufication, Kafka is a kaiju that can shapeshift to look like a human and not human that can turn into a kaiju. WHich is supported apparently supported by his xrays later in teh series. So, how breakable and human functioning he is in human form doesnt gel with me. IDK ALso Kafka's greatest ambition being to keep his promise to his childhood bestie and fight monsters by her side is adorable

but also like, sir, pls dont kill yerself to fulfill yer goal for a lady who dont even call to check in on you. Even for platonic reasons. Like you can make new friends

like as far as I gathered tiger lady dropped this man after he failed to pass the test to joing the government monster slayers. ANd like dude tried for years, I assume he tried every year till he aged out of being able to apply until the age limit got raised. And she mad/disappointed at him for not being able to make the cut. Like, yo, people have limits. Not everyone is physically able to get into the job they really fucking want to get into even if they do their best, sometimes a person's best isnt good enough like good on him for deciding to give it one last try, but like deciding to keep going in a test with broken bones b/c youve decided that yer not gonna give up anymore is not very healthy mindset

like, riding the angsty teen into battle is better than walking on that broken leg but being jostled around like that is not good for his wounds damn hhh ok. damn they not letting that man have a W for more than five seconds are they? I do wish whoever worked on this dub would translate the Japanese text on screen. I have the same complaint with Dungeon Meshi for doing the same thing. Like, dubbers used to fucking translate the text too what happened to that?

rich blond girl has daddy issues and I'm probably supposed to care but no. I hate her for what she did to my guy's vehicle, the vehicle his boss let him borrow at that. Rude ass kid oh hey, an antagonist. That mushroom headed humanoid kaiju with a better design than the protag. Shot the rich girl and is reanimated the other kaiju that died during the test heheh nice

ok that got a laugh from me! Rich girl going through it with daddy issues and not being ok with the intelligent kaiju that just revived the one she just killed. Shouts 'I have to be perfit!' and gets fucking slapped into a building by the revived bull kaiju. heheheheh the fuck is that facial hair

also rich girl's emotionally neglectful father and source of daddy issues hahahaah she got slapped again hah I assume this isnt supposed to be funny but I don't give a singular shit about this asshole rich kid. Ha ha she got slapped ok, Kafka's bad at secret identity-ing and also way nicer to rude kids than I would be

damn yall can't let this man be cool for more than a moment b4 trying to be funny yeah Kafka stronk another one punch gore rain Kafka gives advice to kids about taking risks that he very much doesnt follow. Angsty teen comes and chews his ass out for transforming in the middle of the monster killing exam at the monster killing headquaters b/c the angsty teen is worryed that his friend might get executed angsty teen is an increadibly responsible teenager i should probably learn his name, I do like him

Ichikawa apparently. lady fucking talk to yer ex childhood bestie damnit. both of you need to socialize

ma'am that's not what i ment yer not good at expressing yer feelings lady ok at least rich girl aint a snitch i'll give her that bad guy intelligent kaiju really in a damn bathroom listening to the news and disappointed that their stunt didnt kill any humans

uh bad guy humanoid kaiju can also shapeshift into a human. WHich explains the clothes hanging up on the stall …why this mfer got to get naked to listen to the news??

oh… uh… bad guy kaiju shifter… is one of Kafka's coworkers at his kaiju clean up job ok interesting that's def an interesting hook to end an ep on

[luv4fandoms]

Cookies with the king (spn Crowley x Reader)

Nonny requested

And I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to write some domestic Crowley, so I hope you enjoy it nonny!

If you have any ideas for some Castiel or Crowley one shots (Christmas-y themed if you'd like) feel free to request them, I'm still accepting a few 😊

Words: 2,494

Pairing: Crowely x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Crowley's charm

The faint tone of music was the first thing to hit Crowley when he appeared in the bunker, followed by the faint smell of sweets. He knew what time of the year it was, and how humans often celebrated it by cozying up to a warm fire, an all too predictable boy meets girl christmas love story playing on the tv, sweets, and ah yes, lots of drinking and family fun...lovely. Though this time of year was also good for business, lots of lonely and lost saps willing to strike up a deal for some holiday cheer. As he followed the scent and music though, he soon realized that the bunker was quite empty.

Making his way to the kitchen he gently opened the door, eyes landing on your form as you mixed together ingredients, singing softly to the music that played from your phone.

"Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore, faithful friends who are dear to us,  gather near to us once more" you sang along as you placed dollops of batter onto the cookie sheet.

"Faithful friends huh? Yet you're here all alone" A rough, accented voice spoke from behind you, causing you to jump and turn around. You hadn't been expected anyone, the bunker was protected, and besides, you were just a researcher not a full hunter like the boys. But as you eyes landed on none other than the king of hell himself, your body relaxed. The relationship you and Crowley had was far less tense than the one he had with the boys, maybe it was because you appreciated his wit, even when it was aimed against Sam and Dean. Or maybe it was his charm? His voice certainty added to the mix...no you wouldn't really consider Crowley a dear friend, but he had always intrigued you.

 

"They had a hunt" you shrugged, turning back and finishing up the first type of cookies before putting them in the oven. 

"So they left you on one of you humans most precious holidays?" He asked while making his way over to where you were setting up ingredients for a different kind of cookie. You simply shrugged.

"A hunt's a hunt...They said they would try to make it back tomorrow, after all, it's only Christmas Eve" You stated as you measured things and filled the mixing bowl. Crowley watched you in silence, truth be told he was fond of you. He wasn't sure why, maybe the way you held yourself, you weren't a hunter but you still stood your ground when you needed to. Then other times, like now, you were soft, a domestic soft that had him wanting this more often. That thought had him trying to clear his head, lest it go down the path of you living in hell with him, a loving wife and commanding queen...a thought he had been having far too often recently. His gaze moved back to you, finding you staring at him as of waiting...waiting for an answer to a question he didn't catch.

"What was that Darling?" He asked, giving you his attention. He watched your lips turn up into a soft smile before you went back to your baking.

"I had asked just what the king of hell was doing this Christmas eve? Surely you have better things than to sit around with little ole me" you stated with a light laugh, but there was a tone in your voice, so small but he caught it instantly...Loneliness.

"Perhaps I simply wanted to keep my favorite researcher company" He shrugged, truth was that he came here to find Moose and Squirrel for a business inquiry, but he wasn't about to leave you like those idiots had.

"Keep me company huh?" You raised an eyebrow, watching him from the corner of your eye. You ignored his words about you being his favorite. Ignored the warmth it spread from your stomach up at the possibility that this wasn't just a one-sided interest. It was true you weren't close friends, but that didn't stop you from daydreaming about the king himself, no matter how much you knew you shouldn't. Crowley's presence alone commanded attention and respect, he was powerful, but you always felt like there was something else there, just below the surface, something that he didn't want anyone else to see. You thought about that for a moment, before an idea crossed your mind.

"Well if you wanna keep me company, how about you help me?" You smiled, pulling the dough out of the bowl and flowering the counter before placing the dough down.

"I think I much prefer watching you" he smiled, leaning against the island behind you, shaking your head you made your way over to the spare aprons and grabbed one.

"No sir, you wanna keep me company, you can help" you smiled, holding the white apron out to him, he looked at it then at you, still not moving.

"Please?" You asked, you hoped you hadn't made him want to leave, you just wanted to uncover that more domestic side you knew that was buried deep deep down in him. With a sigh he unbuttoned his suit jacket and layed it across the back of one of the chairs, leaving him in only his black button down before he grabbed the apron and slipped it on. You watched as he began rolling up his sleeves, stopping at his elbows before his eyes darted to yours. You let out the shaky breath that you didn't even know you were holding, unsure why you found the simple act of him rolling up his sleeves so appealing, unless it was simply because it was the most skin you had ever seen Crowley show.

'Dear Chuck get ahold of yourself woman, this isn't medieval times, it's just his arms!' you smiled despite your thoughts and quickly made your way back to the dough, grabbing your rolling pin and flowering it. 

"So, what would you like me to do?" He asked, his voice lower and suddenly right beside your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck as you suppressed a shiver. 

"W-why don't you roll out the dough and I'll grab the cookie cutters" You stated, your voice wavering for a moment before he nodded and took the rolling pin. You went to go grab the cookie cutters, but couldn't help sparing a glance back, watching as he worked. It was odd to see the king of hell rolling out dough, but in a way it also seemed...normal 

"If I can't simply watch you work, the same rules apply to you darling" he said with a smirk, stopping for a moment to look back at you. You let out a chuckle to disguise the embarrassment of being caught as you grabbed the cookie cutters labeled "Christmas".

"Sorry, just not used to seeing the king of hell in the kitchen" you smiled as you returned to his side, the dough all rolled out.

"Yes well, don't expect it often" you smiled at his comment as you began cutting out the dough.

"So, where did we learn this recipe hm? Back of a cake mix box?" He asked, turning to lean his back against the counter while he watched you work.

"Actually, I learned it from my grandma, she and I used to bake every year while she told me stories of her childhood in Dingwall" you replied, catching his attention.

"Dingwall? Your grandmother was"

"Scottish? Aye" you smiled at him.

"Huh" he smiled back, going quiet as he settled on simply watching you work,this time, you let him as you placed the first pan of cookies onto the tray. Trees, snowmen, and snowflakes. Next up were the gingerbread men, and a few extra.

"You've got to be kidding me" Crowley stated with a roll of his eyes as you cut out and placed down the angel shaped cookie.

"What?" You giggled

"Really?" You could see the agitation on his face as you cut out another angel shape. 

"I promised I would make a few for Cas" you stated, before walking back over to the cookie cutters and looking through the Halloween cutters.

"But how about this?" You asked, walking back over with a devil shaped cutter, complete with horns, a tail and pitchfork.

"Not accurate" he started

"But better than the bloody angel" you couldn't help but giggle at his clear jealousy over a cookie shape.

"Here" you spoke, cutting out a small crown shape and placing it onto the devil's horns.

"More accurate?" You smiled.

"You're getting there kitten" he smirked, the nickname causing heat to raise to your cheeks and you quickly looked down, cutting a few more out before turning back to him. 

"Can you reroll this while I put these in the oven?" You asked, pointing to the dough.

"Magic word?" He asked with a smirk while pushing off of the counter.

"Please" you smiled, earning a nod before he began working the dough again. You took the two pans and made your way over to the oven just as the timer went off. Grabbing the other pan out you set it on the counter before putting the other two in. The both of you worked like that for what seemed like hours, you talked about random things, mostly him asking about your life, though you did get him to spill some stories about not only hell but his life before he became a demon.

He watched you as you placed the last batch of cookies in the oven, the others lovingly placed onto plates for when the boys returned, you always thought of them, even when they left you behind on your own. In his opinion, you were far too good for them, a light in the darkness of their lives...Much like you were to him. He knew he should turn around and leave, the life he lived was not the life you deserve, you were far too kind for hell, that he knew now...But still he couldn't move, couldn't push himself away from the counter and out of the bunker, away from you, you were a weakness to him, but damnit did he want it. Want you, want this, soft music playing, the both of you in a calm, almost serene kind of relaxed as you talked. He found information about his life spilling from his lips before he could even catch it, and yet, he didn't care, the way your eyes lit up with every little detail you learned made him think that maybe...This wasn't just one sided.

You placed the last cookie on the plate, your mind running over everything Crowley had told you about himself, you never thought you would learn so much about the king of hell, and yet, you wanted to know more. This whole night had been something out of one of your daydreams, it was calm, intimate, and well...domestic, almost as if you were just a normal husband and wife and not a researcher and the king of hell himself. You wonder if this is what he would be like, as a husband, sure you knew that he had to be tough to rule hell, but maybe...Around a wife. No, you can't let your mind wander too far, your lives were very different, and besides as much as you wished for this, this calm, serene sense of home with him...You knew this was more than likely only one-sided. 

"Snow falling gently to the ground

'Tis is the night before

And in my heart there is no doubt

That this is gonna be

The brightest holiday

'Cause here you are with me

Baby, baby, I can't wait"

You heard the snap before you even registered the fact that the dirty dishes were washed and placed neatly in the drying rack, turning you came face to face with Crowley, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched your shock slowly turn into playfulness as well.

"That's cheating" you laughed, he simply shrugged.

"I call it convenient" 

"That is true" you smiled before adding.

"I should have you around more often" and just like that, a switch had been flipped and his eyes met yours, still a bit playful, but you could see the seriousness in them as well.

"Would you want that? Being around me more often" he asked, his voice low as he watched you for any signs that would halt his next move.

"To spend this special time of year with someone who

Makes me feel the special way that you do"

Your heart felt like it was running a marathon as you looked into his eyes, how come you never realized just how pretty they were? Maybe you had just never been close enough to see the way the light caught them, either way you could feel yourself falling more and more even though you knew he wanted an answer. Did you want that? Being around him more? Crowley may have started this evening out as just someone you slightly knew, but he was far more than that now. 

"Darling?" He spoke, his accent thicker as he watched you just as intensely.

"Yes" you spoke, your words barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" He asked, wanting to make sure that this truly was what you wanted because he knew, knew that as soon as he had you, he wouldn't be able to let you go.

"Yes, I want you around more often, I want to spend more time with you...Like this" You told him, watching as the smile spread across his lips, not a smirk, but an actual smile, one that  reached his eyes.

"I'd like that too Darling" he spoke, and heaven help you but the only thing you could think was.

'If you don't kiss me I might just die'

And either he read your mind, or read your face, but that playful smirk rested on his lips once more as he pulled the hand from behind his back that you hadn't even noticed he had hidden. In it, was a sprig of mistletoe that he looked down at before meeting your gaze again.

"I figured you were more of the traditional type" he stated, raising his hand above you both so that the mistletoe dangled right above your heads, you could help the giggle that escaped you, or the smile when he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush against him. Your hands coming up to cup his face as you both got lost in each other's eyes once more, before he slowly leaned in and gave you, what you hoped, was the first of many breathtaking kisses.

"Walkin' with you in a winter's snow

Kissin' underneath the mistletoe

People smiling everywhere we go

It's Christmas eve and they can see we're in love"

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it ^_^ let me know what you think.

[addytheheartbreaker]

Yandere! Joen x Addy x Overprotective! Nicol part 3

(Warning: this part story is angsty and trigger warning themes for only 16+ contains mild swear words, violence, hurt and comfort and death mentioned of the following story that you are reading. Please advice you to not read it if you are uncomfortable of this topic, thank you.)

(This is gunna hurt me as hell, believed me)

*Joen's POV*

Early morning, a perfect time to wake up since I couldn't sleep properly. I haven't got thoses sleeping irritation since my asylum days. Anyway, waking up early on 6:03 am, I wore my comfortable and simple straightjacket that could fit me if he came to happen on my way, the amusement park is still closed yet I'll be back to open on afternoon once I am done with him. I couldn't help but excited to see her.

Teleporting on my way inside to the Dog mansion, I am outside Doll's door. The halls are quiet then I ever expected, I was expecting his step siblings or one of the dog brothers to patrolling or sensing a presence throughout the hallways or around the mansion to guarding any intruder to their property. Thank the lord for having this gift of power to be able to get inside without going to this place with my own feet. That would be the pain in the ass you know?

I teleported again inside with my sleeping beauty covering with transparent curtains around the mattress. My guardian angel is wearing the same pajama dress and she is surrounded with her stuffed toys as some of her other stuffed toys fallen at her bed alone. Picking up those plushies to return back to the owner of these plush toys, I moved the curtain to get her fresh air to her sleep as I sit beside her sleeping form.

She sprawl up straight with her head tilted on her right slumbering so peacefully. Is she supposed to wake up early this hour? She told me she will sometimes wake up so very early either 2 or 5 o'clock in the morning for no reason on her own head. Maybe insomnia or a sleeping disorder? Her own guts that woke her so early? It is complicated to understand herself with those situations to notices her issue. She looks so very tired. Did she wake up all night again or her work from her gang's status checking if her whole empire is under control with Doll still hiatus.

It doesn't matter to find out myself when I look at her as I started fuzzy again with my own feelings for her. I want to confessed to her. To be honest though, she looks just like Jessica Rabbit but much more different and better then I ever have in my life. Addy, my guardian angel, the Doll who saved me, company me my lonely days at the asylum, listen and understand me. But the only one thing that would complete the list is loving me dearly. The real Jessica Rabbit loves her husband Roger Rabbit, not by the looks but loving him for who he is honestly. She doesn't want to loved a man by their looks like some girls attracting to guys with muscles and charming features. Jessica loves Roger of everything about him, making her laugh and make her life happy.

That is what I thought of. I've been imagining myself as Roger Rabbit since that is what everyone called me before and my favorite childhood cartoon character. A silly, goofy and charming rabbit who makes everyone happy with my humorous tricks and magic to entertained them. But what is missing is my own Jessica Rabbit. That is where Addy came in. I noticed of how much she acted just like the female cartoon that I like. I said it many times in my own head: beautiful, lustrous, elegant, kind and gentle, a strong woman, serious, simple and a true babe she is. Doll is somehow a much more better version of Jessica. I liked a girl who is a bit shorter than me, simpler and unique, a good girl who secretly a bad girl inside and a wonderful personality.

Gazing on her sleeping position and hearing my own heart beat ringing through my ears and sweating a little as I gazed on her. Her long hair, her petite body, the feeling of love replaced it with longing and lust. I don't wanna rush things from her, but I couldn't help but gazed on her face until I stare at her lips.

Those pink lip of hers looks very divine and sweet through her well manner and shy/confident voice. I gulp while I keep staring at her lips as she sleeps very still. My heart and mind is telling me that makes me bite my own lip, I couldn't help myself no more as I leaned onto her carefully not to interrupt her slumber. My heart beats much more faster and my own guts twisted in excitement, I couldn't say no to her lips finally I leaned closely to her face with the help of my hand to cup her cheek to get a better angle as I finally kiss her.

My body twitch like an electricity spreading through my own body and heated up while I kissed her. Just as I thought about her own lips, so sweet and soft like a bunny. I kissed her deeply for more, I wanted more from her yet it so wrong if she woke up witnessing me kissing her without her permission. But I couldn't controlled myself of how much I needed her. God damnit, I could feel something underneath me painfully then my own hand started roaming down to caressed her abdomen and down to her hips.

Is this? Oh fuck it is happening. I wanted to kiss her even further to slip my tongue at her. I need her, no, I WANTED HER SO BADLY! SO BADLY THAT I WANTED HER AS MINE! I MIGHT GO FUCKING INSANE THE MORE I CRAVED THIS DOLL GIRL!

God, why did you make such a precious angel to make me feel this way, make me fallen to her beauty and kindness? She did deserved better then staying with that unstable mutthead, she belong to my wonderland where she can be safe and happy with those horrible people who had broke this masterpiece of a doll. How fucking dare they for destroying her and killing her several times while she is at her own era.

I didn't realized that have been kissing her for like an hour or long. I let go the kiss to stare of her lovely face again with a smile.

I snapped out from my own fantasy to hear someone interrupting the moment that I eagerly prepared for her just until I recognized voice then quickly glared at the person leaning back beside her door.

Oh that fucking asshole.

*Nicol's POV*

I couldn't sleep properly already, it was 6 o'clock in the morning and I can't get back to sleep. I always sleep on 12 o'clock but why didn't I sleep? Maybe I just worried to much? Maybe my problems are coming back? I already go through rehab to stopped drinking alcohol and drugs since 3 years ago. Why can't I sleep already?

I grunt myself angrily as I flop out from my bed as I lazily went my way to the kitchen to drink something to soothes me. Tea would be great to calm my nerves which only takes 15 minutes to prepared it. *sigh* such a nice aroma and taste, a bit bitter if I wish to add suger. Suddenly something feels wrong, very wrong. It felt like someone is inside the mansion unawared and possessive. I quickly finished my tea to investigate who the hell invaded my territory without my permission.

To my horror when I used my dog instinct to track down leading to Dollface's room. Prepared and ready myself in combat from the door and do a sneak attack to protect her. No one is going to hurt or kill my Dollface from me, I'll bite who evers faces to shreds real hard till I could taste copper tingling through my tongue.

The horror to my eyes suddenly changed into anger quickly. I quietly lean back beside the door, cross my arms, wearing my death stare look as I speak in a cold tone.

"What are you doing here, Rabbit?"

*No ones POV*

Joen glared straight into Nicol's eyes. Their eyes connected as sharp as a knife ready to stab to the death. Giving them silence between the two most former dangerous animals since Rivalry era, the two couldn't take their eyes off just until Dog's death stare breaks to analyzed what is going on. The Rabbit stands up from Doll's bed to greet him with his signature friendly greeting to pretend he had came in too early even if it means lying on his face.

Joen: ah, Nicol Mcgilles! I was just came here to check on Doll if she is safe. Well I guess she is still sleeping, I was wondering if yo-

Nicol: Cut the crap and stop lying to me Joen Roger. I know your game we used to played you Trickster.

Joen: *thought* did he just insult me? Wow, what a bastard he is. Well that is rude of you while I explained ya. *chuckles* if you could acted more nicely to me, I could have explained to you, ya crappy dogshit.

Nicol: *thought* grr that son of a- oh I knew he had hide something behind my back. That face that he was wearing. I repeat that again Psycho Bunny. What are you doing in Addy's room? Answer me with no shitty dodges yo got that?

The conversation became intense inside Addy's room, the atmosphere is not safe when the two keep their voices louder inside her room almost waking her up. Joen notices her movement still haven't waking up from their argument as the rabbit man dodges the dog man with a excuse.

Joen: why don't we go somewhere other than having our conversation here. Its very inappropriate for us to have this chitchat of ours while Doll is still asleep.

Both look down to checked Addy moving her head a little due to the noise which almost caught them from their loud voices if it keeps on going here. It is a good idea to go somewhere, but this pissed Nicol since she needed to stop the two from fighting. He hates to unleash his oldself back, but he had no choice however, he couldn't help but wanting to beat up Rabbit a lesson or two.

Nicol: yeah, good idea. Come this way Psycho Bunny, I'll escort you somewhere open to continue our discussion peacefully.

The two left Addy's room carefully not to disturbed her. Nicol escorted Joen through the hallways, guiding him the room much more open and a good choice to echo outside if anything happened, the dance room. That is where Nicol teaching Addy to dance since she haven't dance for a longest time and trained her to be ready for his performance in the Masked Singer. Two men face to face like a tournament ready to a fist fight, the two begin continuing their conversation earlier.

Nicol: okey where are we? Oh yes, What are you doing at Addy's room? Like I said, no shitty dodges for your nonsense of a lie. You are really bad at lying.

Joen: yeah, yeah I heard ya loud and clear Dog. I'm just here to get something what is mine.

Nicol: and that it?

Joen: taking Addy for myself. You actually just neglecting and forgetting Doll for a reason, for a reason of what? Your issues? your old self has coming back to ya? Oh that's right, your are just as horrible of day care as your old fucker doing when he is alive!

Nicol: don't you fucking dare mentioning the old geezer in this conversation, I am not like my ex master like that! I did what I did for her sake alone!

Joen: your sake, my ass! That is why you are getting in my way since you are a selfish, heartless and irresponsible motherfucker to leave her behind almost to her death!

Nicol: I don't understand Joen! What is it have to do with Addy anyway god damnit? Yes, I failed to know her unstable mentality is getting worse and her mental breakdown but I don't get the fact you kissed her. What is it have to do with her after I saw you kissing her?!

Joen: you always getting in my fucking way when you are beside her! I'm jealous for your closeness to Addy just like your own jealous of me and my brother's healing and strong bond together! I wanted her so badly to become as mine yet you happen to keeping her from me!

Nicol: *realization* are you saying you have a crush on Addy? Dude, do you have any fucking idea what you are doing right now with your head? You can't just kiss her while she is asleep. Just don't come near Addy with those creepy-

Joen: *thought* and that is what I am trying to fucking telling ya, yo mindless asshole! Don't you take my girl away from me!!! *grip tighten hands through raged* Fuck this and fuck you Nicolas! I'm taking her myself!!!

To be continue.... Coming up....

Joen's ending

[trytoguessit]

Dumb post is fucking dumb.

1. Ned's story makes no sense, and the foreshadowing and prophecies would be pointless, without the reveal that Jon is Aegon. The prophecy of the promised prince mirrors the legend of Azor Ahai, who killed his lover Nissa Nissa. It's probably the biggest plot point of the story actually.

2. NK was never hyped as the biggest bad. A major theme of the story is that humans are the real monsters. As a major antagonist, however, he did take out a fuckton of people and had some of the best scenes in the show, so it really is only fitting the death-conquering badass assassin Arya gets to take him out, after an episode long battle, and with the catspaw dagger no less. Incredible attention to author's intent and symbolism.

3. Cersei was being Cersei. She never changed, never gave an inch. Dany was always the ultimate tragic villain. Sorry you ungrateful fucks couldn't see that coming a mile away.

4. This one pissed me off the most. How dare you? The writers went out of their way to make sure Jaime got every fucking bit of character development possible while remaining true to himself all the while and giving him what he wanted: dieing in her arms and filling up those frickin pages Geoffrey was such a cunt about. Did we even watch the same show? THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE??? Read the books if you're so starved for character development.

5. It's not like Bran saved the whole kingdom by becoming the three eyed raven and then was made king for it or anything...

6. HE FULFILLED THE PROPHECY EHAT AR U TALMKNG ABOUT

7. SHE KILLED NK WHT D YU MEEN?!?!

8. Yeah there's no way we were watching the same show.

9. Read Emilia Clarke's take?? People can only experience so much pain before snapping. This is another one of those things most people (book readers anyway) saw coming almost from the get and just because your fav is problematic you're gonna shit on everyone's hard work? PUHLEASE they literally had to add in paragraphs of dialogue explaining what happened to her but ig you hate the show too much to actually pay any attention? Guess you're still too upset about fast travel and Starbucks cups to appreciate the brilliance and complexity of her arch???

10. You didn't get what you wanted. Your predictions sucked. D&D don't share GRRM's Midas Touch. I get it, you're disappointed. I am too. I wanted 10 episodes, hour and a half long episodes, a battle between Jon and Greyworm, I wanted Tyrion and Jon to talk Dany out of blasting KL just to have Cersie blow the shit up anyway so that Jaime would have reason to choke her out and realize he loves Brienne but die from his wounds anyway. I wanted the NK and Jon to fight it out before Arya saves his life and does the thing, I wanted Bran to warg Drogon. AND I WANTED ELEPHANTS DAMNIT. We all had expectations. But your complaints are fucking bogus, immature, copied from the millions of complaints of idiots who didn't even read the books and think a petition will make HBO remake an entire season when they've made their money already.

Find a new obsession yall are clearly bored.

SO,

- jon being revealed as a targaryen? POINTLESS

- the night king being hyped up as the biggest threat for 8 seasons? POINTLESS

- cersei being the original mad queen and being hyped up as the biggest human threat? POINTLESS

- jaime’s character development and 8-year long redemption arc? POINTLESS

- bran becoming the three-eyed raven? POINTLESS

- jon being brought back from the dead for a higher purpose? POINTLESS

- arya leaving braavos and instead choosing her family and home? POINTLESS

- the starks going through hell for years and years waiting to be reunited? POINTLESS because they were reunited for like 5 minutes before being separated again

- daenerys overcoming all the terrible things that happened to her, bringing magic back to the world, going from nothing to becoming one of the most powerful people on earth, pledging to break the wheel, learning the moral difficulties of ruling, trying hard not to be like her father? POINTLESS

BUT HEY AT LEAST BRONN GOT HIS CASTLE SO IT’S ALL GOOD