#but what could it beeeeeeee?

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i wish i could convince myself to actually write a new novel project, i miss it so much. i haven't managed one since finishing mine from 2018 in 2020!!!!! why won't my novel-writing abilities return to meeee???? i need some fun & all-consuming work, damn it.

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CHECK AND MATE ♟️

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I know someone is new to my blog and ghost (the band) fan art when they think my Omega design is just the Era 3 mask with ears, and that he looks TOTALLY the same underneath it :3

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you know, I know that I have thoughts abt the next couple of eps but it's one of those "how doest one write?" meets head empty - weeks so I cannot currently articulate any coherent thought.

so instead I will pose a question. because the ONLY upcoming episode that I have absolutely NO CLUE about is "Pabu". I assumed it was gonna be filler but it's right between "The Outpost" and "Tipping Point" which seems like VERY odd placement for a filler. Thoughts?

gonna tag @jealous-sloth77 and @heyclickadee because I'd also love to see their thoughts :)

Ok had a long car ride so guess what EP11 THOUGHTS LETS GOOOO:

(plus a good amount of ep12 predictions cause uh i am very excited bkshsjjkssk)

Couple little things first, starting with WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE NALA SE AGAIN. I mean I knew logically we would see her again but that doesn’t mean I was ready for it >:( i do not forgive u for fives u cruel cruel long lady

Then the batch telling Cid off!!! Slay!! Absolutely slay get it that is so important, especially that Omega was directly calling her out for leaving them stranded. I’m really interested to see where that storyline goes and if they either end up leaving Cid (and probably adding to Omegas trust issues in the process cause WOW everyone is letting her down these days (echo i love u but ur girl is not ok)), or if they stay with her and she gets some sort of redemption arc? Idk, can’t decide which seems more likely, but all I can say is I hope next episode has absolutely nothing to do with it. Like it’s an interesting storyline but… yeahh…

And oh god, the boys walking around the ship, why was Wrecker the only one being smart??? Like Tech just ran off on his own, knowing full well the creature was most likely still on the ship, Hunter had his just mwah chefs kiss line of “Whatever did this wasn’t human,” like… HMMM HUNTER I HADNT NOTICED (“And where there’s a farm, there’s usually a farmer!”) But Wrecker was actually paying attention!! He picked up the volt-staff (which like yeah he was gonna anyways but it was still smart) and he made note of the walls being reinforced meaning whatever they were holding must be something strong. And later in the episode he sees the Empire snag the zillo beast and he takes note of how “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” Like I love those little moments where Wrecker just passively shows off how smart he is?? He plays the big goofy guy since it’s just kinda his personality, but he still knows his stuff. Hell, he made a rocket launcher out of parts from a separatist tank in less than a minute while under fire from the enemy?? And it worked perfectly? And repeatedly??? Anyway Wrecker spiel over but the man is a genius and I love him.

Tech and Omega’s moments in this episode, oh i lOVE THEM. Him messing up and scaring her then kinda not knowing how to fix it, Omega unplugging his datapad to make him get going, Tech immediately covering her while they ran from explosion omG I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH they are so wonderful and sweet and perfect and Filoni I swEAR YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THEM (I feel like they’re safe for the most part but still, I do not trust. (like of all of them I think Hunter, Omega and Wrecker are the safest? They kinda can’t be taken out; you need the leader, you can’t lose the kid, and Wrecker is pretty much the majority of the comic relief. And Tech is safe-ish too cause he’s just such a character type that I feel like you can’t get rid of him. But uh… Echo and Cross are not safe. They are very much so in danger, maybe Echo most of all and oh god I am scared for him. And also Cody if he ever comes back. …where is cody..?))

OK and now for bigger things like oMG ECHO AND REX HOLY SHIBSJSBSJBSKZNZKDNOEBEKSNSKLSMSNSJXLDNSKNSKS YES YES ABSOLUTELY CALL ECHO AND REX I NEED TO SEE THEMMMMMM!!! The way Hunter did his little main character moment slow zoom when he said that? There’s absolutely no way that’s not important to this weeks episode or at least the one after that so AAAAAA I AM SO EXCITEDDDDD. The batch has needed Echo so much in every single episode since he left; Tech going off on his own in this one felt so wrong because Echo should’ve been right there with himmm!! (i mean he should 100% be with rex but like you get what i mean)

And at the end when Lama Su mentions kidnapping Omega again? That feels equally important. Not only is the Empire going to have to admit that Clone Force 99 isn’t dead, but they’re going to have to start hunting them down again to get Omega. And to me, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw Crosshair being ordered to hunt Omega down in particular, since he knows the batch so well and would know best how to snatch Omega from them. (Also like story-wise… who else would it be? …Boba?) Now would that be so incredibly painful and awful to see? Yes, yes it would. Am I still incredibly excited to see it? ALSO YES.

And with both of these things, the Echo and Rex mention and a target on Omega, as well as the fact that this next episode is (i’m pretty sure?) confirmed to have Crosshair in it, I’m really really hoping the episode follows either of them (Cross or Rex and Echo) and their paths end up crossing?? Like maybe Crosshair gets his orders to hunt down Omega, and in trying to track the batch he ends up finding a lead on just Echo? Or maybe it follows Rex and Echo looking into the zillo beast and in trying to find out more they run into Crosshair? And maybe they find out abt Cody??? And anD AND OOO maybe Echo has a moment where he finally decides, fuck it, I can’t leave my brother with the empire any longer and he like tries to reason with Cross? Idk but either way I am REALLY hoping they cross paths somehow plEASE ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN EITHER OF THEMMM 😭😭😭

like it is in fact womens history month and also my birthday on thursday so mr filoni is actually legally obligated to not emotionally destroy me thank you very much :D

[fourstarsoutofnine]

ello beeeeeeee

just popping in to ask if it'd be possible to get a little totk link romantic drabbleeee

Hi pookie absolutely I will!!! :3

A/n:At the request of my dearest Moss, this is my linksona x reader but it can be read as just regular botw/totk link. I will still tag it as Leo. Also, I’m so sorry this is so bad, I’ve kind of got a headache but I really wanted to write something. So here. Hope you like it.

Spar

“Tighten those movements up, y/n, it looks sloppy.”

“I am, Link. You forget I’m new to this.”

“I didn’t forget, I’m just saying. You told me not to go easy on you. I can ease up if you—“

“Do not.”

You and Link were outside of Zelda’s house in hateno. You’d been training for hours, at your request. You watched the man that kept you at sword point, a snarky grin on his face. He was enjoying this entirely too much.

“Alright. I won’t. But you gotta promise to quit complaining.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

“We’ve been at this for hours, of course I’m complaining.”

“Womp womp.”

“…did you just womp womp me, Link?” The grip on your sword got tighter.

He grinned wide. “I did. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

You lunged at him and he held his sword up to block you. Metal clanged as they made contact. He pushed you forward and your feet dug into the dirt and grass, trying to overpower, or at least match, his strength.

“You can be a real prick, you know that?” You ask through gritted teeth, struggling to keep up on your end.

“You tell me everyday, sweetheart.” He winked, no sign of struggle anywhere on his face. Not even sweat. He suddenly let go of his hold against you and dodged out of the way, causing you to stumble forward.

You caught yourself and turned around to face him but he was faster. He mounted an attack and you fell to the ground. He pinned you to the ground, sword against you. He threw the sword to the side and knelt down to kiss your forehead before standing and pulling you up.

Your face was beet red as you dusted yourself off, the last thirty seconds replaying in your mind. You looked up at him and you knew he could tell what you were thinking.

“You alright?” He grinned and walked closer to you.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good…” you said breathlessly, lifting your gaze from your shoes to him.

“Good. Ready to go again?” He joked.

“Sweet Hylia, let me take a break!” You laughed.

He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead again. “We’ll go for a swim instead, how about that?”

“Now that’s something I can’t refuse.” You grinned and followed him off to Nirvata Lake.

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Hiya ^-^

If your oc could have any gift what would their favourite / thing they would like most to have be?

(thanks for your likes btw qwq)

OH OH OKAY OKAYY SOOOOOO

8 isn't a very picky person when it comes to gifts, typically he actually is the one giving. But if he were too received anything I feel like his MOST favorite thing would BEEEEEEEE

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

HOME MADE FOOD OR JUST HOME MADE CRAFTS, ECT

Of course he'd love anything music related, but to him the thoughtfulness of something made by hand brings a wide grin on his face

Knowing that someone TOOK THE TIME to make something specifically for HIM makes him a very happy meme guardian AHSHHSHE It's the sentiment he enjoys, no matter if the thing given to him isn't absolutely perfect :]

ALSO YOU'RE VERY WELCOME<3333

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the way i see the whump prompts for your trick or treat event and immediately think 'punk should go through all of this' argh im too mean to him!

i've seen ficlets from others where he's either drugged, concussed, traumatized, or injured so i guess to complete the collection im gonna choose high fever as a ficlet prompt for punk. he could be on his own, or it could feature his biggest enemy drew. do whatever feels right and make him suffer <3

Well, I did say you can send as many asks as you want, didn't I? You can never have too much Punk whump in my humble opinion! 😈

Here you go (this may seem a little... familiar for you, Erase! Tee hee)

Trick - 'High Fever'

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre

Pairing - Punkintyre

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Whump, illness, vomit, medical 'play', drugging

This wasn't good!

He'd been feeling a little 'off' since they'd arrived at the restaurant, a strange ache in his shoulders. Nothing new, every part of him ached these days. The joys of getting older after punishing his body for nearly three decades. Shit, how had it been that long? No wonder everybody thought he was crazy for going back.

Punk just assumed he was hungry so they all ordered their food but as soon as his plate was laid before him and the hot, fatty stench hit his nostrils, he felt like retching. After forcing down a couple of bites, he admitted defeat and sat sipping his water instead, feeling his condition getting worse and worse. The ache spread, into his neck, his head, his spine, filling up his guts. The conversation blurred into noise, and when the room started spinning, he finally gave his apologies and left.

It was only a short drive back to the hotel, but he couldn't make it, which was why he found himself parked up in a strange, dark street, in a strange, dark city, trying to focus, trying to breath. He was dripping with sweat, his shirt stuck fast to his clammy skin like Saran wrap, his bare shoulders velcroed to the leather seat of his rental, all while his forehead rained relentlessly into his eyes. Eyes that were trying so hard to stay open, stay awake.

Punk's inked fingers gripped tighter around the steering wheel, arms numb and flimsy like two under-inflated balloons. They were shaking violently, he couldn't stop the shaking. He was shaking all over. Like he was cold but he was so, so, so hot!

BEEEEEEEE-!

Punk shot up with a start. When had he fallen asleep? He glanced around him, looking up and down the empty, dark streets. Thank god there hadn't been a cop around. One look at him slumped unconscious against the steering wheel and they would have locked his ass in the drunk tank without even bothering to breathalyse him. They'd probably just scoff at his claims of being straight edge. They always did.

He felt scared. Like he had back then, a month or so after that thing had appeared on his lower back and the medicine the doctor prescribed him wasn't working, and he became trapped in a never-ending cycle of fever and dizziness and vomit and diarrhoea and vomit and diarrhoea and fever and vomit and... oh shit, he was about to vomit!

He swiped the car door open and bent out, dry heaving until the measly chunks of his abandoned meal came spilling out of him followed by bile and water and spit. Cold. It was so cold! The shaking got worse and he collapsed against the seat, his head lolling listlessly. What could he do? There was no way he could drive back to the hotel like this.

A taxi, he should call a taxi.

It took every effort for Punk to reach into his back pocket.. and found it empty. He breathed out a curse as he tried every other pocket with the same result. His bag was on the floor on the passenger side. With a grimace of pain, he creaked towards it, a fresh wave of nausea snarling in his belly now with an added shriek in his temple but he managed to push through and grab it, zipping it open.

'Fuck!' Nothing. Where was his fucking phone? Had he left it at the restaurant? Had it been stolen? 'Fuckfuckfuckfuck...'

He was lost. He couldn't move, could barely fight the urge to fall under again. Didn't even have the strength to shut his car door or move to the back seat to try and sleep whatever the hell this ailment was off.

'Punk? Is that you?'

No! Not him! No, not fucking him, no. No. NO!

A large shadow fell over him. Punk's hazy gaze found blue jeans through the fluttering of his lashes. The legs bend down to a crouch and there was his stupid, fucking face right in front of him.

'What's the matter with you?' Drew clicked his fingers an inch from Punk's nose, making the older man start. 'You feeling alright?'

Idiot! He was always a fucking idiot. Punk wobbled his head back and forth, slurring out a 'no... dumbass...'

'Fine, be that way,' Drew stood back up. 'If you don't want my help then-'

'No!' Punk tried to grip Drew's arm but his hand flopped through thin air. 'Help... please...'

The Scot paused for a long, long time. Punk began to panic that he'd gone already when he heard his car keys being yanked out of the ignition. 'Come on then. I'll drive you back.'

Drew pulled Punk's limp arm over his shoulder, heaved him up to his feet. The older man's legs fell out beneath him and he hung like a corpse at Drew's side. Until a strong hand swooped under his knees and lifted him up, another arm at his back, cuddling him in tight to a taut, warm chest. And Punk was so cold, so very cold, quivering at the freeze, so he snuggled in closer, burying his cheek into the groove between Drew's shoulder and pec. He could smell something minty, like eucalyptus. Probably Drew's body wash, fresh on his skin.

Then things got weird. Visions and shapes and places and people that he felt like he should know but didn't, stretching and contorting. Spiralling, twisting, winding like the serpent on his chest, wrapping around his shoulders and chest and arms and legs and head, crushing him in its coils. He felt like he was floating and falling at the same time. Spinning around like water gushing down a drain, washed away in the deluge.

Colours! Every pigment and hue and tint and shade. Red. Red like passion. And purple and white and yellow and orange and... blue! Large, pools of blue, rippling and cool.

The heat fell away and he opened his eyes. He was in a room he didn't recognise. Not his hotel room. The pools of blue were still there, fuzzy and unclear, but slowly coming into focus. Eyes, two blue eyes, crinkled with worry, staring down at him.

'D-drew...?' It looked like Drew. Dark hair, dark beard, dark brows. Dimples in his cheeks. Broad shoulders. Horns growing out of his brow, pointed, up and up. Wait... that's not right.

'Good morning, sleeping beauty,' the Scotsman purred. He leant back. He was wearing a little white... dress? A nurse's uniform, right down to the cute, little cap on his head. Yeah, this definitely isn't right! Drew's large, hairy hands rung the excess water out of a cloth then pressed it to Punk's fiery forehead. Despite himself, he sighed sweetly as the flames died down for a while. 'How are you feeling?'

'W-where are-?' He tried to look around the room but his eyes grew weary again. He could barely move. There was a clink-clink, a tinkling nearby.

The bed quaked beneath him. Drew was getting up and walking to the far end of the room. Punk's blurry gaze followed him, followed the hem of his tiny dress as he bent over slightly and it lifted to showcase the frilly panties underneath. A forked tail snaking out from under the lace. The fuck kind of fever dream is this?

'Can you remember anything from when you were under?'

Drew's voice was vibrating through him, rumbling in his chest. Like a Doppler effect.

'Punk. I need you to answer me.'

The older man grimaced, tried to wade through the murk in his mind. 'No... I don't remember... anything...'

'Good,' Drew turned around. He had a needle in his hand, he was filling it from a vial of something from the other. 'Let's keep it that way, shall we?'

He advanced, loaded injection at the ready and Punk tried to pull away. No, no, no, no... The tinkle went clang then silent. His wrist hurt. He spied something around it, like a bracelet, only metallic.

'Tut tut, naughty baby,' Drew chastised, mounting the bed again. He had on thigh high stocking with red bows on them. Not real! This isn't fucking real! Wake up! Wake up!

'Now be good and take your medicine.' His arm was pinned down, the needle jabbed in and the plunger drove down. The poison swamped his system, flooding through him, tarnishing his blood stream. Punk tried to fight it off, tried to wash it away when he became distracted by thick, hot fingers on his brow.

'Dear, oh dear,' Drew hissed through his teeth. 'Feels like you're getting worse again.' The horns on the Scot's forehead were huge now, gnarled and twisted. Plumes of smoke and fire lapped from his open lips. You called me the succubus? You called me the demon?

'We'd better let AJ know you won't be home for a few days. Don't want her or your stupid-looking dog Larry to worry now, do we?'

The fog in his head was returning, lulling him back to the blackness. Before the mists took over, Punk spied the phone in Drew's large hand. His phone? How did he-?

The last, terrible thought that plagued his throbbing head as he went under was of a strange, dark street in a strange, dark town. A parked rental car, its driver retching onto the sidewalk, vulnerable and desperate and alone.

A chance meeting with his most bitter enemy.

Drew... how exactly did you know where to find me...

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s4 episode 21 thoughts

this episode had me entirely TRANSFIXED. at no moment did i know what was going to happen next, and i badly wanted to learn!! rejoice: a skinner episode!!! where he is driven to desperation by how much he loves his agents! i truly do not think i could have asked for more!!

(okay, scully wasn't there, which is usually my number one priority... but hear me out: the episode was still SO good despite her absence, which is a testament to some HIGH QUALITY WRITING)

so!! back to my live report from approximately 24 hours ago, when i began my journey into this rollercoaster of an ep. take it away, past juni:

after last episode, i have gone through all of the emotions known to humankind. i am interested to see where we will go next, having ventured into those uncharted waters. perhaps these waters will be more… charted.

A SKINNER EPISODE!!! he’s framed for murder AGAIN??? he can’t keep being put in these circumstances bro 😭

why would skinner cover up a death caused by bees??? that seems pretty cut and dry. bees did it. nobody’s fault. unless they’re secret FBI bees the world isn’t supposed to know about…? obviously the doctor is going to say “yup, bees did it, not humans”, right?? i mean if someone dies of bee stings i assume it’s very obvious??? and that no murder charges would be filed?? because?? bees did it??

(author's note: lmao. what a fool i was)

skinner. i am ready to learn more about you. 

we open at a place that ships packages. this woman (jane) needs a cigarette. her friend (later revealed to be named misty) is telling her to quit smoking. i’m not sure that is an effective strategy.

jane runs to the bathroom and is going to smoke in there??? not even outside??? what was going ON in the 90's!!!

but oh no! some bees emerge from the bathroom sink. MANY MANY MANY BEES. someone please call that lady on tiktok that scoops hives out with her hands while whispering into the camera “another great day of saving the beeeeeeees” (god i hope she’s doing well)

bee swarm of intense proportions is going on rn. can you buy bees at the store? is that what they did for filming this? order a bunch of bees at the bee store?? huh. 

anyway, they’re approaching jane the cigarette lady very very quickly. they’re in the stall!!! she’s smacking at them!! 

but cig lady’s friend misty is getting concerned. she goes to the bathroom to fetch her friend where she finds… an empty bathroom?? free of bees. with only a smoking cigarette on the floor and DEAD JANE COVERED IN BEE STINGS!!!!!!!

WHERE DID THE BEES GO MAN!!!

dang. those bee stings are gnarly. shoutout makeup team.

skinner is looking at jane's files. why does this interest you, skinner?? why is he deleting them?? probably because he does not consider insect related cases FBI matters

WAIT! HE WASN’T ON HIS COMPUTER…. HE WAS ON MULDER’S!!!

WHAT!!! (we need to give this reveal some space to sink in)

... he knows mulder's passwords……?

skinner. WHAT are you hiding!!! i used to hate him and then i sort of liked him and then i hated him and now i am affectionate towards him. we must not begin the cycle again!!!

well, now i’m invested. 

intro time. and i'm still laughing about that tweet of scully serving three quarters profile in her badge pic

after so many shortened intros, this one felt long!!!

skinner is… leaving his house? he has a bookend that looks like an elephant. now what does that say about him… and a what looks like a buddha in the corner. IS this his house??? buddhist skinner confirmed?

he’s taking off a “do not enter” sign and going into the bathroom where the bee incident went down, armed with just a flashlight. and he finds the cigarette, which he flushes. he’s cleaning the bathroom floor with a portable vacuum!! WHAT DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!

i’m literally soooo invested, i’m not even joking. his ass is on his hands and knees SCRUBBING. what has brought assistant director skinner to this forbidden janitorial work!?!

this is very dark though, screen wise. had to up the brightness. 

he finds something oozing from the ceiling. and he sniffs it before wiping it away. gross. is it honey? weird neon honey?

now he’s picking the lock of the MORGUE!!!!!!! is he gonna steal jane’s body??!!!!!! bro what the HELL!!!!

someone in the coroner’s office hears a distant thud and almost finds him TAKING HER BODY!!!!!!!!! it seems he narrowly escaped!!! he hid around the corner and took jane with him…. to a very weird place. he’s climbing up a ladder. is it an incinerator? 

bro, he must be strong as hell. anyway, he takes her body and places it in a fire. 

my guess is that somehow she was contaminated with secret bee poison and he needs to make sure no one else gets sick from it????? by incinerating the body?? but that doesn’t do anything about the bees themselves??

he’s at the police station now, asking about jane. HE GIVES HIS NAME AS MULDER????? he has a fake badge and everything… omg do NOT get my boy in trouble!!

the policeman shows him a vial of blood from jane, which he replaces with a vial from his own pocket, and wipes the pen he took. ohhhh what is going on!!!!!!

so now he’s going back to his car with the blood. but someone runs out to see him!!! calling “agent mulder”!

it’s the detective who emailed the pictures to the REAL mulder!!! he somehow knows that mulder is part of the x files (which i feel shouldn't be information random people should know) but skinner is trying to say that nothing here warrants his involvement. 

he is deeply suspicious. but someone is watching him!!!!!!!! who is this mystery fellow watching this go down????

skinner is get undressed at 3:55 AM. and it IS his house with the elephant and the buddha!!!

SKINNER FOLLOWS THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS AND THE EIGHTFOLD PATH, LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

(that is a more interesting interpretation than him keeping a buddha around as decor, but hey, pick your headcanon as you please)

and who shows up but REAL MULDER!!!! AT 4 AM??? BRO WHAT IS HE DOING?? he should be on his couch!!!! sleeping!!

he has been trying to reach skinner…. OHHHH HE CLOCKED RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE IS A COVERUP!!!

and the detective was SHOT AND KILLED!!!! 

(my friend called me at this point to tell me that liam payne died. this has absolutely no relevance on the episode, but it did lead to me pausing for a half hour to share this news with others. and it would feel inappropriate to not include it in the write up)

mulder knows someone forged his name at the lab and he just wants skinner’s help!!

NO!!! SCULLY IS IN THE HOSPITAL SO SHE CAN’T HELP…. HER DOCTOR SAYS HER TUMOR MIGHT BE METASTASIZING… NO NO NO not my poor sweet scully...

no scully this episode…. this is sad :(

skinner is doubly gagged…… maybe even triply gagged between the revelation of the detective being killed, mulder being onto him, and scully being in the hospital. he is flabbergasted, one might even say. 

he’s going somewhere in very tight pants. someone tries to hit him with a car?!?

IT’S CSM!!!! and the guy from before who was watching the exchange with the detective go down!!!!!! 

ohhhh skinner has GRABBED him by the collar and is yelling that he MURDERED him!!! but CSM says to keep his voice down

“i wouldn’t get too comfortable on your moral high ground, mr. skinner. this only happened because you left your job unfinished” <- hey WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

(i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… CSM’s voice is so soothing. tell me a story, scary man)

skinner says that he has followed CSM’s instructions…. and when skinner points out that the detective didn’t have to die, he says that he is “in no position to question the terms of our arrangement”

is this the deal he negotiated with to try and save scully???? and is it even working if she’s in the hospital right now??

he tries to say they have no arrangement and walk away, but CSM basically says well, i’ll have my bestie here kill you. and so skinner saunters off in his very tight pants, defeated. 

he wakes up on the couch to a phone ringing. and it’s mulder saying that jane's body was stolen, and all the evidence has been cleaned. “slow down” “i’m sorry sir, but i can’t” <- his brain was in overdrive!!

mulder figured out the replacement blood wasn’t jane's because she has a different folate serum level and skinner seems to be cursing himself for such a mistake. a good catch on mulder's part.

he has one lead, and it’s the make of the gun. but skinner realizes something… his gun isn’t in his desk!!! WHAT!! NO NO NOOOOOO

he calls CSM and growls that “you can’t do this”…….  he says that the man died so skinner could have what he wanted… what does that mean…

A CURE FOR AGENT SCULLY??????

WHAT!!!!

what does that have to do with the bees!!!

“if anything happens to her, i will expose you” <- OHHHH HE IS NOT MESSING AROUND!!! he said i'll get us both thrown in prison if you fuck with my agents!!!!

“i don’t care what happens to me” <- OHHHH MY GOD I’M RIPPING OFF MY SHIRT IN BIBLICAL LEVELS OF GRIEF. he loves her.

“agent scully stands to live a full and healthy life. i would hope the same for you, mr. skinner” <- no no no no no. please don’t kill him. please? for me?

(this made me picture a world without skinner and it was very sad. do not make me imagine this ever again. i won't stand for it)

this episode has me HOOKED!!!!!

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is being led to the restroom. the bee incident only went down yesterday!!!! he finds more of the yellow goop… and says he needs a hammer

he’s beating the hell out of that wall and finds it filled with honeycomb!! but this is probably EVIL honeycomb, right?

why yes, of course. he brings some of the evil honey to someone in maryland with a very cool in-house lab. oh, to be a maryland scientist with an incredible laboratory in the home that i own, because homes were plentiful in those days.

would it help to know that this bee can kill people? “any kind of bee can be lethal” <- well that is not super helpful in this particular case. nor is this fact comforting.

when it seems all hope is lost, bee scientist man finds some royal jelly and a larvae!! so hopefully soon they will have some answers. and now i know what royal jelly is.

oh, turns out 6 months ago mulder called the same guy asking about killer bees… well, he is always up to such activity. he was probably also calling a marine biologist about the loch ness monster. he keeps those DMV area professors BUSY

(author's note: now knowing what this is referring to, i think it is so fascinating to place s4 within a timeline of 6 months!!!!)

skinner is going through the x files folders down in mulder's office. and why the hell does one say “foo fighters” in the background!!! has the FBI finally found what the foo that they are fighting is???

OH!!! he finds the pictures of the child clones working in the honey farm!!! from earlier!! i was wondering if we were ever going to revisit that!!

he sees covarrubias' number on there so he starts to call her… omg…

(i have never seen one of those big rolly things of contact lists before)

but just as he is about to call, mulder walks in!!! he has pictures of the parking lot from the night of the Event… pictures that show a very blurry skinner that he cannot recognize AS skinner, but he’s going to take them over to special photo department, and oh no. oh no.

mulder asks what skinner wanted to tell him and he scrambles to just say he wanted to check on his progress… and i cannot tell if mulder believes him or not

skinner calls covarrubias about the bees. and she has to tell him that there was no bee evidence at all. so skinner counters with: well what if *i* have the bees??? well, then that would change things.

covarrubias is really pretty. while i may not like that she basically became deep throat 3.0, she is very pretty

bee scientist comes home to find all the lights out!!!!! his lights are covered in bees!!! it seems they broke through!!! no no no no!!! they cover his windows!! and he is being swarmed….. 

a terrible (or perhaps fitting) end for a man of bee science

mulder calls skinner down to show him the body of the bee scientist. and he had symptoms of SMALLPOX???? they put the smallpox in the BEES???? oh my god. new worst nightmare just dropped.

skinner wants to know how he contracted a disease that no longer exists, and yes, it did in fact come from the bees.

mulder thinks that someone is trying to revive the world’s deadliest disease!! oh my god!! how does this relate to the aliens???? i thought i knew at one point but now i don’t!! 

skinner asks mulder to tell him what he finds when he goes over to the photo department…

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is talking to misty, jane’s friend. she clearly knows something but isn’t saying it. jane was misty’s best friend. and they were trying to go on vacation together. </3

OH. THE MEN WHO CAME THERE SAID IF THEY TALKED TO ANYONE SHE WOULD LOSE HER JOB….. they wanted a package!!!!! a damaged package!!

and it was stored right next to the bathroom where jane was found?!!

shipping bees… package gets damaged… bees get loose… smallpox bees everywhere… very bad very bad…

luckily, she can look up the tracking number!!!

back at the photo lab, someone who is not pendrell but looks like him is working on the photo. and mulder says that it is very important to him.

oh, his sad sad face as he realizes who it is…. like somebody punched a baby in front of him.

back at the alien groupchat meeting!! (again i think they’re called the syndicate?? i googled something once and that came up)

CSM is showing them the last remaining bee, saying all others were destroyed. and the body has been sanitized. CSM tries to say it has been taken care of. but the others want answers on what went down. 

“should we presume that the trial run is proceeding as planned?” “it’s already begun” <- HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN…… and why is the next shot KIDS ON A PLAYGROUND………… with a BEE BUZZING……….

kid gets stung by a bee…… as a ton of other kids ALSO get stung by bees!!!!!!! no!! not the kids!!!!

one kid trips and falls, and when the teacher tries to save him, she is swarmed!!!!!!! and the little kid has horrible marks all over him!!!! as do the other kids!!!!

skinner is here at this hospital to see what is going on… and he tells the doctor that the kids need to be treated for smallpox. this does not go over well with the doctor!!! he says that not only is smallpox no longer around, but it has an 8 day incubation period. well okay. i guess. things have changed.

covarrubias is here!! hold up is her name MARITA and i’ve been getting it wrong this whole time?! editing this post to refer to her by last name instead. i cannot tell if that is a subtitle error or the Truth. i’m sorry miss covarrubias. coh-vah-roo-bee-us.

she called asking about the contents of 7 packages sent to south carolina!!

“you’re a little late to do anything about it” “so are you, apparently” <- ohhh get his ass

she asks wtf is going on, and that she needs to tell the UN so don’t mess around. he hypothesizes that it’s an experiment using bees as carriers for disease. and when skinner says he hasn’t told mulder, she straight up asks if he’s involved OHHHH!! but he denies it. 

she says he has to come forward…..

back home. he starts to dial a number but stops, pulling his gun (which is now back in his desk!) out

AND OHHHHH MY GOD MULDER IS HERE AT SKINNER'S PLACE. “PUT THE GUN DOWN AND MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK” <-OHHHH NO. IT’S GOING DOWN. 

ugh this is gonna be a two parter, isn’t it… i had a sneaking suspicion 

(it actually wasn't. but you can't blame me there. it was looking pretty close)

OHHHHHHH MULDER WENT THERE…. “you’ve been working with the smoking man all along. you knew when they had my father killed, and you knew when they took scully” <- OHHH MY GOD. his rage is barely contained and he looks like a damn animal.

skinner points out that the lock in his desk was forced open, why would he force his own lock open? and that the police are probably on their way right now. 

oh my gosh… i’m holding my breath… is mulder going to believe him? will skinner tell the truth?

“i advised you against a certain course of action some time ago concerning agent scully. i didn’t follow my own advice” <- oh my god........... the confession.............

he was willing to admit to making a deal with the devil for scully... does she know how loved she is...?

mulder gets quiet and says “give me the gun” <- WHAT IS HE THINKING? 

someone is firing it into some water? i guess that is how you figure out what the murder weapon is. and the guy says he is absolutely certain this is it.

mulder says they find it in a sewer grate around the corner (but for a moment i fully believed he was going to say it was his). the expert guy breaks the news that unless forensics pulled a print, it’s untraceable because the serial number was cleared off.

skinner leaves at this news. he almost smiles, and i wondered if the expert was going to call him out on such odd behavior. and from there, he goes to meet CSM. 

ohhhhh he has the gun to CSM's head!!! “agent scully is dying and you haven’t done a damn thing about it” <- HOLY SHIT!!! CSM’s smirking…. the right bastard

he claims that if skinner kills him, he’ll also kill scully… and that he had saved her life before when he had her returned to mulder.

“but you’ll never know if you pull the trigger, will you?” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. is he bluffing or not!!!!! how would he have a way to cure her beyond letting one of the aliens he keeps on hold touch her???

SKINNER FIRES THREE SHOTS??????? DID HE SAY FUCK IT AND KILL HIM. IS THIS THE END OF CSM?????

NO. they were JUST behind his head. oh the tension was THICK.

message received. i hope. whoever is on the phone is asking about skinner, saying mulder will be contacting them soon.

it's covarrubias????? she says she’ll tell him what CSM wants her to tell him. WHAT!!!!!

“tell him what he wants to hear” <- HEY WHAT. IS HE GOING TO LIE AND SAY SCULLY IS OKAY????

thus concludes the episode.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.

okay, first of all, covarrubias works for CSM. i feel silly for not picking up on that because we KNEW she works for the UN, famously the host of the alien groupchat parties, but i didn't even put it together at all. but just because she works for him doesn't really mean anything, because deep throat and x also nominally worked for him. to what extent is still unclear- maybe they did everything on his orders, stringing mulder along to keep him distracted from learning the truth- or maybe there were aspects of corruption they felt were "safe" to be exposed and lead him along the path for this deeper trap that CSM is laying for him. so we cannot make a covarrubias moral judgement just yet- but we also know we cannot trust her.

next. skinner loves his agents so much, dude. willing to kill AND die for scully to be okay... please think on this for a moment. and then think about it some more. how he told mulder to never make a deal with the devil, then did it himself even though he has so much to lose as the assistant director. and for the rest of his life he'll have to live with knowing he assisted in his murky and horrific plans, including infecting children with the world's deadliest diseases, because he could not stand to lose scully.

there are many kinds of love, some of which are complex and indescribable and cannot be inserted into conventional roles, and i think that is exactly what is going on here. the incalculable love for skinner and his agents.

okay. and mulder trusting skinner SO ABSOLUTELY. showing up at his apartment at 4 AM to ask for help. offering to take out the trash, and the constant updates he provided him on the case. the way his face FELL when he realized it was skinner in the photo. and how he came to believe that skinner knew about or was perhaps even behind the calls to kill his father and kidnap scully. how betrayed and horrified he was. how he must have recalled his mantra of "trust nobody", how he must have been kicking himself for falling into a false sense of security for a man who risked so much for them, but must have, in his mind, been luring him deeper and deeper into a trap. imagine all of that grief about scully being abducted and then getting sick and the loss of his father being placed at skinner's feet. mulder, who never for a second doubted that skinner was innocent in his earlier brush with the law. imagine how incredibly painful that "realization" would have been. and then how he wanted so badly to believe him, but after so many betrayals, it would take more than just a scratched desk for him to do so. but he does. god.

there is an addictive substance placed between the relationships of skinner to mulder and scully. something almost familiar. something almost entirely unspoken except for in a foundational and silent trust.

this episode was really, really good. probably my favorite of the season! i was trying to figure out what exactly was going on and why. it really raised the stakes for skinner, mulder, AND scully in a bunch of different directions: skinner being in CSM's pocket, covarrubias being in CSM's pocket, mulder believing her as she feeds him lies, scully's illness getting worse... whew!

more than anything i love to see the trust between characters tested and pulled, and their bonds put to the limits. so i am very pleased. i will likely be thinking of mulder's animalistic rage as he held the gun to skinner's face for a long, long time. and how skinner quietly admitted to doing what he told mulder not to. by jove. an excellent piece of television.

[astral-crab]

if agatha is talking about rio when she’s leaning over sharon’s body and saying “i didn’t think you had it in you,” i am very confused. because the heavy implication this whole time has been that rio was involved in whatever happened to nicholas. and if she has THAT in her, why would letting sharon die (or anyone else for that matter) be a big deal? also agatha obviously knows/believes that rio has quite a lot in her so to speak and that’s why agatha hates her, presumably. so it doesn’t make sense for her to say that about sharon if the “you” she’s referring to is rio.

AND THEN THERES THAT WINK. she winks in episode 1 when they’re talking about wanda being “dead,” and then she does it again in this scene when teen asks her who she’s talking about in reference to sharon. these winks seem odd in the context of their individual scenes, so i feel like they must be connected and are clues to something bigger??? what could it beeeeeeee

[facewithoutheart]

Thanks to @larkral & @forabeatofadrum for the tags!

I’ve been playing in an old sandbox and not telling many people but this will be released soon so I thought I’d throw out a teaser:

“Come on, baby,” I purr, “don’t you want me to try and tame your little, red, love machine?”

His knuckles turn white with how hard they’re grasping the frame. “Always, but did you have to specify little?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, love, but your prick is smaller than a Corvette.”

Simon sighs and opens his eyes to glare at me. “You’re nowhere near as cute as you think you are.”

“Nonsense.” I pop open another button. “I’m infinitely cuter. Now say the line.”

What could it beeeeeeee?

Tagging @jbrrring @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @martsonmars @stardustasincocaine @bookish-bogwitch @thewholelemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @skeedelvee @wishwars @confused-bi-queer hi hello welcome to the nightmare

[fictocrafts]

AM BACK BAY-BEEEEEEEE!!!

That's right! I finally finished and perfecting as much as I could to launch my new website! What's included:

A "Who & Why" Section

Ficto Terminology for Beginners

Contact Page and Ordering Info

And...

The new Ficto-Heart Stickers at $4USD each!

Best of all, I am celebrating with 15% off all orders until next week, March 12th, at 12AM EST! Use code LAUNCH15 when checking out! Again, thank you to all of you for being so patient. This is my first time using BigCartel and hope it will be better than Etsy.

[benjaminthewolf]

Cellular Machinery (BF pred, Hex prey)

Ayo @starlightgirl242 come get yo juice!

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The open, emerald grasses living within the sun-doused summer fields were gently swished about all by the silent, delicate breeze whilst the two revered rappers known only as BF and GF lay peacefully and in compounding anticipation upon the classic, red and white checkered picnic blanket that protected both themselves, but perhaps more importantly, their food, from the naturally filth-laiden dirt and ground underneath them. The both of them were yet to take even a single bite out of any of their previously laid-out meals, and this was for good reason, as they were, indeed, still waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask? Waiting for someone, of course, as the two of them always tended to be. This particular someone was a person they had first met nearby. BF swiftly noted towards the small, yet well-kept and now, practically immortalized basketball court laying a little ways into the distance, with a soft, acknowledging nod. He would be here any moment, the both of them knew it. And though the both of the rappers were entirely aware that this person was unable to eat human food, ultimately, that did not matter at all, as what they were looking for that day was not anything close to an experience pertaining to the food, but rather, an experience pertaining to the main man himself, the tall and slim basketball robot known far and wide by-

“HEX!”

“THAT’S RIGHT! IT’S ME!” The friendly, enthusiastic robot immediately called back as he placed a robotic claw hand against his chest with a chuckle, in response to the two rappers’ exclamation.

Hex was wearing the same ol’ set consisting of some basketball shorts and a jersey, just as the day they first met. He was currently carrying with him some sort of bag, however, one that you would use for carrying the groceries out to the car, as he made his way closer to the blanket.

“Don’t worry, it's biodegradable!” Hex rushed to quell his friends’ fears as he sat himself down onto the soft, felted rectangle of thread. “Anyway, are ya ready for me to reveal this here bag’s mysterious little secret?”

BF swiftly sat up in curiosity and amusement. “Ooooo, so did you like, take some time and try to make something for the occasion?” He casually asked his robotic buddy.

Hex proceeded to do the robot equivalent of blushing as he awkwardly placed a hand behind his head. “Err…no. Us robots have no need to learn how to cook, we don't even have kitchens in our homes. I just, kinda, grabbed it from the store.”

“Oh.” BF thus replied. “Ah either way, I’m sure ya must’ve picked out something delicious for us, so why don’t ya go ahead and lay it on us?”

“Caaaaaan do, BF!” Hex gleefully perked back up upon the teal haired man’s prompting, before beginning to extend a robotic arm into the depths of the bag. “...aaaaaand the enigmatic contents of the bag are revealed to beeeeeeee…………..”

Both BF and GF were at the edge of their metaphorical seats as Hex continued to draw out the “be”.

“.....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..”

BF did an excited pumping motion with his arms and clenched hands, whilst excitedly shaking just a little.

“...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……”

GF would soon join in afterwards, her eyes widening intensely like a mouse lemur whilst she subconsciously held her breath.

“..EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-BANANA BREAD!”

GF just couldn’t help but let out a little “WOOHOO” instantaneously after the reveal, causing her beloved BF to carefully place a hand upon her shoulder in order to get her to calm down. “...sorry…” she ended up bashfully apologizing.

“Oh no apologies necessary, GF!” Hex calmly responded as he gracefully lowered the store bought container of banana bread onto the blanket, before subsequently popping off the lid.

BF just could not help but start to instinctively drool at the sight of the wonderfully baked loaf of bread, even if it was, indeed, store bought. He began to rub his hands together in his apprehension as he let out a preparatory “Oh yeah…”. Taking hold of his paper plate and scooting a little ways towards the banana bread, the ravenous, eager man proceeded to give a slight lick across his lips with his tongue, before yet another complimentary action almost immediately forced him to pause. That being, of course, the instinctive, deep set gurgling that naturally emitted from his stomach area.

Positively turning red, BF went on to swiftly place both hands over the area, whilst promptly apologizing for the noise.

“*pfffft!* Oh, BF!” GF lightly chuckled whilst lightly slapping a palm against his back. “You don’t have to apologize for that!”

“Hehe…I uh…erm…yeah, yeah I’m sorry…I mean…I’m…not…nevermind.”

Eventually turning their heads so they may once again face, Hex, BF narrowed his brow. “Uh…Hex buddy…you…you alright over there?”

The normally sociable, perky robot seemed to have oddly turned more inwards for the moment, presumably since he appeared to be deeply locked within his thoughts for whatever suddenly prompted reason. BF wasn’t exactly keen on interrupting him at this point, and was just planning to turn his face back around to face GF and thus converse with her for a little while, before Hex suddenly gave a “Hmm?”, prompting both of his biological buddies to once again turn their attention towards him.

“UH, OH, OH, RIGHT, YEAH UH…I WAS JUST…” Hex frantically began attempting to explain.

“Y-you don’t need to rush trying to tell us, Hex…” GF nervously replied before Hex finally appeared to get back a grasp on his words.

“I was just thinking…uh…that is, I was just thinking about how all your organs and stuff work, like, I know how it works superficially, but it's still just so fascinating to me, ya know? How all those individual little cells come together to work as one, and how they each have their specialized little jobs, and they get all their instructions from a central nervous system, the brain and all that…it’s…its all so similar to how us robots work, except, we get our fuel, or, power or whatever differently, and…that’s why I was so intrigued by that sound. Ya get it?”

Taking a glance at each other before turning back to Hex in order to give him simultaneous nods of understanding paired with friendly smiles of consolidation, BF and GF gave some soft, lighthearted chuckles.

“Oh, of course, Hex!” BF warmly responded. “We definitely get it, don’t worry!”

“Ya gotta remember, too…” GF began to add on. “I’m technically not a human either, I’m a demon, and I, too, have certainly taken an… interest in… exploring the human body with BF.”

Letting out a rather irritated groan at his GF’s dumb joke and slapping a hand upon his forehead, BF eventually managed to glance back over towards Hex, who appeared to be completely oblivious to the situation.

“Wh…what does that mea-” he began to hesitantly ask before BF shut him up.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Well…no I was just…”

“YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”

Shrugging his shoulders in confusion, Hex just simply accepted BF’s warning and instead changed the subject back to the original topic at hand.

“...anyway…I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be food…like what the whole journey would be from its perspective. Like, ya get to see what goes on inside those mystery chambers of flesh, ya see?”

There proceeded to be a slight pause for a moment, where Hex merely dwelled inside his thoughts for a while, leaving BF with enough time as a result to give GF a little flick on the arm if only to tell her “not funny”. Eventually however, the stillness was all but destined to be broken, though not by any sort of subtle means at all. No. Instead, what brought the three picnickers out of their previous state of silence was an instantaneous, boisterous cry of the two, simple words that were:

“I’VE GOT IT!”

Zapping straight out of their previous mullings over the joke, BF and GF promptly faced Hex in their startledness, just in enough time to watch him therefore murmur out a sentence that was along the lines of: “Just gotta activate this here, and…” before a slight clanging and whirring of the robot’s mechanical parts began to flood the air. Neither BF nor GF had even a chance to ask what was going on, before Hex had shrunken himself down. All the way down to about the size of a blueberry, in fact.

“I KNEW THAT THE SHRINKING MODE OPTION WAS GONNA COME IN HANDY ONE DAY!” Hex ecstatically called out whilst victoriously pumping his hands in the air, presumably over the fact that the previously mentioned “shrinking mode option” had worked. Casually glancing up at his two biological friends above, Hex was almost immediately forced to calm his enthusiasm upon taking notice of the shared, stagnant gazes of equal parts shock and confusion radiating off the faces of BF and GF. At first, he was a little concerned, before the realization finally hit him.

“Oh…yeah, that’s right.” he awkwardly stammered out. “Uh, yeah I can do this. Heh.”

It was still going to take a considerable amount of time before the two relative giants were finally able to process all they had just learned, however, as Hex was made well aware just a couple of seconds later, causing him to eventually, in the middle of the wait, give out yet another little “Heh.” with just a little hint of tiny, pixelated sweat dripping down his TV screen face as he did so.

After about a minute, however, BF finally managed to somewhat regain his bearings, and promptly shook off his previous state of being with a sputter before speaking as such.

“Blueeegh…man…” he incomprehensibly stammered out at first. “Ok, first of all, please don’t just instantly knowledge drop us like that ever again.”

“Hahaha…y-yeah…yeah I won’t. I won’t, I’m sorry.” Hex uncomfortably managed to respond.

BF gave a nod. “Alright. Great.” He proceeded to simply take in and out a deep breath while prepping himself for what he wanted to say next. “NOW…” he suddenly called out, before he momentarily cut off his own words once again. “Now…now that we have that out of the way…” BF promptly moved the process of conversation forwards as he picked up his paper plate with one hand and take hold of a slice of banana bread with the other as he spoke.

“...do ya still want to pretend you’re my food?”

“YES!” Hex similarly perked up in just under a single instant flat whilst taking a comedically over exaggerated leap forwards onto the blanket.

Sensing his robot friend's current, rather unabated enthusiasm, BF proceeded to carefully set down his paper plate somewhat in front of Hex, so he may be able to climb up onto it and make his way onto the banana bread as such. Silently watching over his currently miniaturized buddy as this happened, BF would eventually lift the relatively light paper plate back up to his face with a reassuring grin whilst Hex upon the banana bread gave a little thumbs-up symbol via his TV screen, confirming he was ready.

Thus, with nothing more than a confident, narrowed gaze bearing down onto his miniscule, mechanical main man Hex, BF finally unveiled his maw.

Hex’s pixelated eyes began to grow wider as he stared in fixation upon the slimy, heated, pink chamber that lay before him in all of its previously (by himself, anyway), unexplored glory. Hex was able to tell implicitly via his motion sensors that he was being lifted up upon the banana bread, presumably by BF himself. Soon thereafter, of course, he began to be advanced incrementally all the way inside of the thing, its comforting warm aura practically dousing the robot’s heat sensors as he suddenly managed to shake himself out of his trance, in order to consciously consider the anatomy laden before him.

Of course, Hex knew the majority of the constituent parts by name. Tongue, gums, teeth, heck he could even prompt himself to go further and specify incisor teeth vs molars if he wished, but that was not really what was interesting to him right now. Those parts of the body he was already well familiar with, and it was more so the additional, esoteric, and niche aspects of the wonderful, fleshy cave that he wished to learn more about, as well as gain a level of intimate experiential knowledge that no amount of book-study could ever afford a person.

Thus, the singular second before BF finally laid down the banana bread onto his tongue, which would of course prohibit him from being able to speak clearly, Hex managed to pipe up, so he may get in one question before the opportunity had passed.

“Hey BF…” he casually opened up his statement. “What’s the name of that little, dangly thing hanging at the back of your throat?”

“Hmm?” BF was naturally forced to pause. “Oh. It's called the uvula!”

“The uvula. Huh…” Hex softly repeated back. “...and…what is this…uvula…’s function?”

“Uh……” BF then began trailing off. “...I…that one I don’t know. I think uh-”

“According to Google, its main purpose is to secrete saliva, but I don’t remember any major salivary glands being located at that spot…” GF suddenly butted in whilst gazing curiously at her phone.

“There’s plenty of microscopic salivary glands located all over the mouth! I’m sure the uvula must have some, too!” BF added on.

“Well…yeah…” GF began to reply. “...but…then wouldn’t that make any internal tissue of the mouth’s job to be to secrete saliva?”

“...maybe?”

“It also says here that when you swallow, the uvula moves backwards and prevents food or drink from going up into your nose.”

“Ah…okay, now that makes sense.” BF managed to conclude. “ANYWAY-”

Hex, having become rather engrossed in the conversation, was taken by considerable surprise when said conversation finally stopped, thus leaving BF with nothing left to do other than place the banana bread slice down onto his tongue, carefully take his fingers out of his mouth, and finally, snap shut his jaws, resulting in an echo which caused the shrunken Hex, having been programed with human instincts to somewhat jump at the sound.

BF proceeded to keep his lips closed as he carefully lifted his jaws and maneuvered the banana bread over towards his teeth using his tongue, making absolutely sure he wasn’t biting down on anything hard as he did so. Hex was observing carefully as all of this happened, taking extensive mental notes on the process and tracking each minute movement of both the lower mandible and the tongue, whilst the two arrays of teeth separated for the first time after the very first bite had been taken. BF went on to give Hex a few moments to observe the aftermath of said bite, before bringing down his teeth once again. Hex was now able, as a result of all that lead up to this, to witness full-force the human body’s process of chewing inside the maw.

BF’s grinding teeth were beginning to gnash and chomp the formerly recognizable form of the banana bread into a mushy globular paste of food that then proceeded to be flung onto the middle of the tongue, where it was then to be swished around and wetted by the ever-prevalent saliva as more and more of the banana bread coalesced into this doughy , nutritious paste of indeterminate form and size. Hex, in between all this, remained upon the last piece of the stuff that was yet to be touched by the teeth, and as transfixed as the robotic man was by all of this, chewing, he still knew quite well that he had to get off of the bread eventually, and thus managed to slip himself down onto the sticky, gooey mess that BF was now carefully maneuvering towards the back of his tongue whilst the final piece of the bread was finally mulched down into a pulp.

Hex then turned his attention onto the now gaping, wide-open entrance to the throat area below. Currently, for the moment being, there were two passageways he could see, and as he knew already that humans had their windpipes situated right next to their esophaguses, this was no real surprise. Eventually however, as the sloping, slick back of the tongue caused the glob of food that Hex was currently on to slip deeper and deeper into the gullet area, the miniature, metal robot would thus come to a new discovery, that being, the way that the human body avoided choking literally every time it swallowed was that a tiny flap of skin that Hex wasn’t sure the name of, nor was he really going to ask at this point, safely covered up the windpipe, so that the food could go down the right tube. Hex knew the system wasn’t failproof of course, given he had the instructions to perform the heimlich maniver stashed away within his memory, but still, at the very least, it was something, rather than nothing.

Nonetheless, once Hex had gotten finished musing over this new discovery, he almost immediately made yet another new discovery. That being, of course, the discovery of: “Oh yeah, I’m inside the esophagus right now!”

Therefore turning his attention onto the slippery, pink-ish walls all around him, Hex was thus able to understand how the human body ensured that swallowed food stayed all the way down. The tiny, currently fixated robot observed in wonder the rhythmic squelching motions of the esophagus as it worked to squelch down its recent meal. Hex nodded his head in understanding as he stored away this information into his electronic memory storage, now focusing his attention downwards, wondering just how long, exactly, it would take before he ended up inside of BF’s stomach.

Luckily for Hex, however, he was still able to make a couple of new discoveries whilst still inside the esophagus. BF and GF on the outside could tell that at this point, Hex had disappeared behind the former’s collarbone. This meant that soon, the larger man’s heartbeat would become audible. Thus, sure enough, Hex was soon able to pick up the constant, pulsing echoes resonating around the area deep inside of the chest. He of course already knew what was making this sound, he just found it curious he was able to hear it at all.

Finally, though, it wouldn’t just be BF’s heart beat that Hex was able to detect. Again, the, at this point, rather excited, blueberry-sized robot did indeed know what those sounds were, and where, exactly, they were coming from. Those gurgles and rumbles just could not be mistaken. Though he was limited in his movement by the tightened, constricting walls against the esophagus, Hex was still jittering uncontrollably from the absolute overload of anticipation that was coursing its way through his system at the moment.

Upon long, long last, however, Hex was able to take note of what is formally known as the lower esophageal sphincter, though he obviously had no way of knowing that. Barely even able to control his excitement at this point, Hex’s pixel smile began to grow tenfold. Before, in due course, his head was squelched through, thus giving ample opportunity for his body to follow suit.

Hex then proceeded to plunge all the way deep down inside the growling, grumbling chamber of the stomach, along with all of the banana bread of course. Sticking a splash landing inside of the messy organ, Hex was soon to be splattered with a doughy mash of banana bread that forced him to stumble slightly backwards within the liquids as he rapidly shook the stuff off.

Still in the process of recovering from the initial plunge, Hex somehow managed to tread all the way over to one of the stomach’s walls, at which point the slight shifting motion caught his attention. Hex turned to face the slimy wall. And then, it finally hit him.

“I-...here I am…I am…here!” he only somewhat sensibly muttered out as he began to take a gander around him.

It was at this point that BF on the outside felt it was a good time to attempt to communicate with his robot friend once more.

“You doin’ alright in there, Hex?” he called all the way down with his head tilted downwards towards his guts.

“Huh?” Hex suddenly replied in confusion. “OH, RIGHT! Uh…yeah I’m doing…oh wow this is…uh…you think you can just…let me take this all in, y’know?” he managed to stammer out despite his awe.

BF gave a swift nod. “No problem, buddy! I’ll just leave you to the experience! Don’t wanna be breakin’ the immersion after all!”

Seconds after he wrapped up his sentence, however, BF felt a hand upon his shoulder. Naturally, he presumed it to be that of GF. BF cocked his head to the side in confusion from just what she was trying to do, whilst the mentioned beloved girl gazed warmly into his eyes. Giving the man a cheek stroke as she did, GF thus caused BF’s body to perform an instant blush. The rather love-jittery, teal haired man thought he understood from this just what GF wanted to do and began to adjust his body for it as such. Placing his hands onto the quilted ground with a chuckle, GF proceeded to reach out with her arms, before she finally placed them both onto BF’s stomach. Rubbing around the area gently and silently, the famed and revered rapping couple lay comfortably and effortlessly within their loving, soft bind; whilst their tiny, bite-sized little robot buddy on the inside continuously soaked up the information that had been presented to him upon his initial arrival.

The first thing Hex had noticed was indeed the role of the walls, and how they endlessly churned and shifted in order to mash up the contents that lay in liquid form all around it. Hex was able to draw a mechanical comparison in terms of functionality to that of a blender, although no blender that Hex was aware of also possessed the capability to utterly liquify its contents into a sloshable soup, and in that end, the stomach appeared to pull ahead. Hex gazed on with astonishment as the goopy remains of the banana bread that he had indeed been swallowed with proceeded to be sizzled on around inside of the organ, mixed and mashed up within the messy conglomerate of food as it dissolved down into a liquid of its constituent nutrient parts. Hex knew that they would later on be soaked up inside of the small intestine, but for now they needed to get into small enough parts where said soaking was possible.

Hex could not help but stay completely engrossed. It was all just so fascinating! There was just so much to see! Hex had zero clue just how long he spent there in that position, simply lying against the stomach walls and staring. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been a full hour. All that Hex knew in this moment, no, in this experience, was that he was, indeed, learning. And to Hex in that process, that fixated state of mind, that was good enough for him.

[ducknotinarow]

| @questionablemuses said: "BEEEEEEEE!" Mammon's not even bothering with who he accidentally knocks over, too busy rushing over to the Gluttony queen. He does hear the protests & grumbles, but he ignores them, a full pout upon his lips when he finally reaches her. "That shit was so unfair!" Arms now crossed against his chest, he huffs, still clearly upset that he had lost Fizzarolli. "Asmodeus & his big ass. He stole my best worker!" ( @ questionablemuses I told you uwu )

Bee's parties were so common in truth she couldn't say when she didn't had one ready and planned. Nothing was a better way to let loose and have fun then a good rager after all. The crowd mostly made up of imps and hell hounds. Because if any demons needed such a bash? it was them. Seen as the lowest demons on the so called ranking of hell. Well not here in her ring! not in her presence was that going to be an issue that would be a full blown downer to her whole festive events!

And thats excatly what she was doing now making the rounds through the crowd making sure all her guests were doing well drinking lots taking what ever drug they felt like indulging in hell even making sure the the snacks were basically endless. As she was strolling through the vibes of the place all felt right though hmm.

What was that? She could feel a slight off taste. Humming to herself as she tried to hone in on where that was coming from her answer was quickly given.

"BEEEEEEEE!"

"Oh!" Ears lifted up at the familiar voice as she turned to find the greed prince himself. Basically bulldozing his way over to her. She could just taste the distress in his voice as he whined out her name. Already she was frowning slightly at the sight arms held out to meet the prince as she let her wings flutter her over to him. "Aww what's wrong Mamo?" Looking over to the poor hellhound he seemed to knock over. Offering them a faint smile as she turned to lead the greed prince somewhere more private for them to speak. She had a small hunch what he was upset about, everyone saw the news out break after all.

"That shit was so unfair!"

Bee gestured for him to sit and sat beside him elbows resting in her knees as she offered a nod of her head. Letting Mammon vent out his upset when if it was such a sour feeling. Be best to help ease them out of it.

"Asmodeus & his big ass. He stole my best worker!"

She smirks faintly at the comment "big? Pft please for the sin of Lust, Asmodeus is flatter than all can be you think he could least get some back there to least be wroth checking out instead of being nothing but a flat ass board." She playfully comments on "got nothin' on yours hm Kay hun?" She offers as she bats her lashes his way then gently pats his shoulder. "Hey so you lost out of Fizz come now he was getting overused any way maybe time for a fresher act to work on right?" She offers trying to sooth his loss. "Sides clearly that Imp couldn't handle the gig and do you really want some Imp half assing it under your name Mamo? Don't think so." She states before moving to rest back against the couch. "Know what? I think you need the best drugs in all of hell I shouldn't be dipping in the stack but see how I can get my hands on more" she thinks on it "Nah you earn the best ill toss in the best booze as well your worth it after all well get you outta this funk you don't need that Imp right? Let Ozzie have them you got a brand new fresh act now right?"

[crusherthedoctor]

Eggman: poor little things

Crusher: HEY, DON'T GO THERE... YET, YOUR CHARACTERIZATION MIGHT BE NOT WHAT IT SEEMS, IT COULD BEEEEEEEE

[softdomhailie]

Newest audio for my patreon includes surgical gloves...... 

What could it beeeeeeee :3

[ess-presso]

okay what the fuck people. ess im so sorry about those shitty people in ur comments/asks seriously what is wrong with them. you don’t owe them shit as both a person and a writer & i hope they go fuck themselves like genuinely. their insecurity and entitlement is disgusting & i could not make this more clear that their ugly personalities make them ugly people.

anyways the newest doa chapter was absolutely phenomenal and you’re a fantastic writer <3 literally fuck those people fr.

-bee

bee bee beeeeeeee.

thank you so so much for your kind words , they mean so fucking much to me . these kind of people really do need to go fuck themselves , don't they ??

WJDBECBBXX THANK YOUUUU for the compliments on ch 13 <333 I really loved her too !!