#deh one shots

[make-a-little-mischief]

FILM ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!

My Poysunal Favorite Shots of Jerry

Part Twelve

Who's Minding The Store?

*Edited by me with enhancements by @lovejl12

STOP.

black jumpsuit time.

deh-neh-neh-neh, neh-neh, neh-neh BLACK JUMPSUIT

deh-neh-neh-neh, neh-neh, neh-neh BLACK JUMPSUIT

deh-neh-neh-neh, neh-neh, neh-neh BLACK JUMPSUIT

His-his-his black jumpsuit it looks so fine

Makin' me lose my mind

Thank you for blessing us

With the eye candy that is JERRY LEW-UHS!

[thedogsleg]

I'm really dealing with that left over feminin rage whuch sounds so tiktok mental health but I mean I found out I really like standing naked in the shadows like jm gonna horror movie all over you

[starrmarr]

I’m geeked as fuck again, fuck everything… saw a nigga get shot tonight and sent telepathic healing waves to his shoulder and kept it pushing. I missed these notorious slums, swear I’m one of the only Yankees that can confidently say they’re valid out here. I be having yardie gun mon run to deh bloodclaat store to get mi wata fi drink! Dem nuh play about di dolly! #Gangstarrmarr lmfaooo

[laf-outloud]

@kat.mcnamara Well folks, #WalkerIndependence may have bit the dust but the #WalkerLegacy lives on in the story we told, the memories we created, and the town we built. Thank you Abby Walker for walking in the tall grass so future Walkers can run. Your strength, tenacity, and refusal to fit the mold serve as an inspiration moving forward. Above all, thank you for reminding me that no matter how many times you get shot off the wagon and it goes up in flames, you can always rise from the ashes and begin again. Thank you for joining us on the trail out west and making a home as we did in our little town of Independence. Most of all, thank you to the #WIndyfam - our fearless cast and crew who braved wind, hail, mosquitoes, heat, lighting, and so much dust to tell this story with heart, passion, and unparalleled artistry. We made a western - but above all, we made a family. I left my heart in Independence- and with every one of you beautiful people. All my love always - Mary Abigail “Djon-deh-zee” Mackenzie Collins Walker. ❦𖣔

[luulapants]

look into the name Declan for me?? enable my brainrot akldfjgh

Let the brainrot flourish! Declan, as your The Raven Cycle fandom source material would suggest to you, is an Irish name. It's remained relatively unchanged since Old Irish (Declán).

According to vetted sources, the origin is unknown, but -án is a diminutive suffix used in many Old Irish boys' names. That leaves us with a mysterious undefined root, 'decl.' Other -án-suffixed names show us that it's used after both nouns (Cúán = cú 'hound, wolf' + án = 'little wolf, little hound') and adjectives (Senán = sen 'old' + án = 'little old one'), as well as some combinations (Caíndelbán = caín 'handsome' + delb 'image' + án = a handsome little sight).

It's possible the word the name is based on was archaic by the time of its first recording, but looking at Old Irish glossaries, I can make some wild speculations. I'm starting with the 'cl' ending, because it's not a consonant cluster that exists at the end of Old Irish words. That suggests the original word likely changed, dropping a vowel either after or between those consonants. Clú, meaning 'fame' immediately sticks out as both a common name theme, meaning-wise, and a viable phonological origin. From there, I see a prefix, deg-, meaning 'well-,' which is promising because when a voiced velar plosive 'g' is placed before a voiceless velar plosive 'c' (pronounced 'k'), they almost always combine. The pre-Anglicized Modern Irish version of Declan is, in fact, transcribed with a 'g' instead of a 'c'! This would give deg+clú+án, pronounced 'deh-klahn' or 'dehg-lahn' the meaning 'little well-famed one.'

I think that fits Declan Lynch pretty well, don't you?

As for its history, Declán of Ardmore was a 5th century Irish Christian saint who was notable for converting the Déisi, a social class in southern Ireland. These pre-Patrician saints are often overshadowed by St. Patrick, so the following of St. Declan is fairly regionally restricted to County Waterford in Munster.

As a side note, Wikipedia's disambiguation page says, without a source cited, that the name is believed to mean 'man of prayer' or 'full of goodness.' I can find no evidence of an Old Irish word 'prayer' which would support the first meaning. The second could be supported by the Old Irish dag- 'good,' but there's nothing to support 'man' and the exclusion of the diminutive leads me to believe this is a meaning contrived without evidence by the Catholic Church, which they did with several saints' names throughout history.

Irish baby name records only go back to the 1960s, but Declan was in the top 25 most popular names from the start of records start until the late '70s, when a slow decline began. Ireland only tracks the top 100 names, so it's probably still fairly popular, but it did drop out of the top 100 in 1999.

In the US, on the other hand, Declan has seen a skyrocketing increase in popularity from around the same time - 1998. It shot from below the top 1000 to within the top 500 by 2001, the top 200 by 2011, and peaked at 95th in 2019. It's ranked at 390 in the UK, which is the lowest it's been since the 1990s, and is fairly popular elsewhere in the Anglosphere.

I've seen a few movies credited with the rise in US popularity, but none seem particularly compelling to me. What I find more likely is that it was aligned with an overall increase in popularity of Irish names at the end of the 90s, with names like Aidan, Donovan, Brennan, Reilly, and Reagan also suddenly shooting into rankings at the time. This is aligned with an increased popularity of Irish and Irish diaspora in media at the time (Boondock Saints, Angela's Ashes, Traveller, Mystic River), perhaps stemming from the end of The Troubles in Northern Ireland.

In any case, Niall Lynch was right in time with the trends when he named his son.

[cxyotl]

Do you think you could make a full alphabet for Gruntish? Im a technoblade alter and would like to be able to speak a language similar to the one I grew up with and gruntish is very close to it.

sure thing! with the Piglin language, its mostly sounds and noises. so the alphabet is relatively similar, just pronounced differently. im not a linguist at all, but i’ll give it a shot here!

Letters that sound like each other are the same, for example:

C= K

E= A

I= U

N= M

Q= K

V= U

Z= S

Letters that end in soft sounding consonants are replaced with harsher sounds, for example:

With the word Piglin, I is replaced with U. It should be Puglum, but since Piglins don’t end their words softly, they replace the M with a K. Thus, Pugluk.

The double U consonant (not to be confused with the W) makes an ‘ooh’ sound. this letter is usually used to denote a noun, but not a proper noun. Kruuk is the word for mother, but Kruk is the name a child would use to refer to it’s mom. Pugluk refers to the general population, but if you were to refer to another person as a piglin, you would probably use Pugluuk.

Pronunciations of the alphabet are as follows:

A- Ah

B- Buh

D- Deh

F- Feh

G- Guh

H- Huh

J- Jay

K- Keh

L- La

M- Muh

O- Oh

P- Peh

R- Er

S- Set

T- Tet

U- Uh

V- Vet

W- Wuh

Y- Yuh

UU- Ooh

I wish I could make an entire dictionary at the moment of every word used by Piglins, and I might, but for now I hope this helps!

[dutchessofcaladan]

Pirates of the Caribbean: Wrath of the Kraken

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3! This is where my knowledge of Tides of War comes in handy to fix that plothole from Dead Men Tell No Tales' end credit. Also, I get to bring back one of my favorite characters (aka the fictional love of my life). This story has been really fun so far and I hope you guys have enjoyed! As always, a big thanks to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading reading! I hope you're not sick of me 🤞🏼

Summary: When Jack recruits Smith to help him find the lost relics of Cortez, their mission doesn't go as planned when they run into terrors and joys from their past, ultimately witnessing the resurrection of the Dutchman...and her beloved Captain.

TW: Some language, pirate violence

Arriving in Tortuga mere hours later, Smith told her crew to go ahead while she stayed behind.

When she was sure her crew was out of earshot she screamed "CALYPSO!" to the heavens, rage evident in her voice.

"I told you not to speak him name."

Swiftly turning to face her, Smith growled, "What the hell did you do?"

"I do not'ing."

"Then how the hell is he back?!"

Hearing footsteps behind her, Calypso turned to see Jack standing behind her, the anger in his eyes matching Smith's.

"Jack." The Goddess greeted sweetly.

Jack said nothing, merely sneering at her.

Looking between them nervously, Calypso sighed. "Deh Davy Jones you saw in deh maelstrom was not deh Davy Jones dat fought wit deh East India Trading Company."

Smith and Jack's brows furrowed.

"It was him Shade."

"Shade?" Jack asked.

"A version of a person from another's memories." Smith answered. Looking at Calypso, she added, "But they're just myths. Stories that parents tell to their children. How the hell would one come into the real world?"

"Dehr are many stories, all of which are true." Calypso answered. "After you destroy deh Trident of Poseidon, Will Turner call to me, tell me to destroy deh Dutchman once he return to him family."

"How does that cause someone's Shade to appear?" Jack asked.

"The Dutchman." Smith breathed. Looking to Jack, she added, "Most Shades are bound to an object. My mother told me the story of a solider who had won many battles with a sword made of pure gold. When he died, his comrads attempted to melt the sword into a medal to give to his wife. As the blacksmith put it in the furnace, he was killed. It's said that as he died, the only thing he uttered was the dead soldier's name. Later, the comrads who gave the sword to the blacksmith told the Governor that the person who killed the blacksmith was their friend, using the sword of gold."

Jack shivered.

"When you attempted to destroy the Dutchman 9 years ago, that must've been what brought Jones back."

Calypso nodded.

"So how do we get rid of him this time?" Jack asked.

Smith shrugged. "My mother never told me that part of the story."

Shouting arose from the city as a group was being pushed towards the dock, Scrum and Mullroy at the front.

"Guess that's our sign to leave." Smith sighed, shaking her head.

"Captain!" Scrum called from the Crow's Nest.

"Aye?"

"We're aproachin' the island!" He smiled.

Looking out towards the bow, Smith smiled at the faint twinkles of the rubies in the light of the rising sun.

Jack smiled as he looked over at Smith as she stood at the helm of the Revenge, her posture straighter, an air of hope surrounding her as the island became closer.

"Where is he?" Smith asked, pacing the island for what felt like the 100th time. "She said he'd be here."

"I believe the word she used was repayment." Jack corrected.

"Oh, don't try that with me!" She shot back. "If it wasn't Hector we're here for then why would she send us here?"

As she turned to look out at the sea, something appeared in her mind's eye. A great chasm stretched across the sea, the Pearl on one side and the Silent Mary on the other, the Pearl's anchor dangling into the divide.

"Captain Sparrow, my effects." She said, taking off her coat and shoving it into his hands along with her pistol, sword, and hat.

Before he could question why, she dove into the sea.

"I'll never understand her." He said offhandedly to Scrum, causing Gibbs to give him a confused look.

Smith felt as if her lungs were on fire as she pushed herself to swim as deep as she could, the images of Hector being swallowed by the sea not deterring her.

Scrum watched as Jack started to shift his weight constantly from foot to foot.

"You alrigh', Cap'n?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.

Throwing Smith's things to the ground, he began to take off his own effects, adding them to the pile at his feet.

"She's been down there too long." He said simply.

Just as he was about to jump in, Smith burst through the surface of the water, gasping for air, Hector's limp body in her arms.

"DUTCHMAN!" Someone from the Pearl screamed as the bright flash of cannon fire erupted from the other side of the ship.

As the mast of the Pearl fell, Jack, Scrum, and Gibbs jumped into the sea, Gibbs and Scrum taking Hector's weight while Jack grabbed Smith.

Standing on the deck of the Revenge, the crew watched in horror as the Pearl sank to the depths.

"Wouldn't be an adventure without loosing the Pearl, eh?" Jack joked sadly, attempting to distract himself from the lose of his beloved ship as he left the crowd.

Looking to Scrum and Gibbs, Smith instructed them to place Hector on the bed in the Captain’s cabin while she followed Jack.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave it a small squeeze.

"She was a fine ship." Smith offered, to which Jack nodded.

"Aye." He sighed.

"We'll get her back." Smith promised. "We've done it before."

Jack looked at her, a deep sadness in his eyes as he nodded.

Wrapping her arms around him, Smith held Jack close as they mourned the Pearl.

"Captain!" Came Scrum's voice.

Smith removed herself from Jack's hold.

"He's awake."

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also one of the deh aus tour promo videos had this shot from rehearsals of Emails prop that was legible on one side & less so when flipped b/c the clip ends before the motion does

From: Evan Hansen evan.hansen@email.com To: Connor Murphy connor.murphy@email.com Date: September 13, 2024

Hi Connor,

I heard about the apple orchard trip coming up and thought it might be a fun way to hang out. Are you interested in going? I think it would be a nice break from school and a chance to catch up.

Let me know if you're up for it!

Best, Evan

Subject: Re: Apple Orchard Trip?

From: Connor Murphy connor.murphy@email.com To: Evan Hansen evan.hansen@email.com Date: September 14, 2024

Hey Evan,

That sounds like a great idea! I could use a break from everything, and [obscured] hang out outside of school. When were you thinking of going?

Looking forward to it!

Cheers, Connor

Subject: Re: Apple Orchard Trip?

From: Evan Hansen evan.hansen@email.com To: Connor Murphy connor.murphy@email.com Date: September 17, 2024

Hi Connor,

How about this Saturday? I heard the orchard has some [obscured] like a perfect fall day for it. We could meet up around [obscured]

Let me know if that works for you or if you have [obscured]

Best, Evan

blurrier but follows up on the other side, starting with connor's reply, same subject line / contact info

Hey Evan,

Saturday at [?] 4:30 [? for the rest of the section]

Also, [? etc]

See you soon!

Cheers, Connor

[evan's illegible reply]

[showtoonzfan]

The way the musical Be More Chill is like…10000x better than Dear Evan Hansen despite having the same premise of a loser teen who gets caught up in drama and eventually becomes a dick until they get knocked down is immense. I find myself comparing the two musicals a lot and Be More Chill is just the obvious better one. They were both early 2000’s-ish books about teenage kids who didn’t like where their life was heading and wanted to be more, both having cheesy comedy but heart to it, and despite DEH being more deeper and trying to challenge the subject of mental health and suicide whereas BMC is a tragic-ish comedy about a kid being controlled by a drug to get more popular, one of them was clearly better. I feel bad because I don’t despise DEH, but over time I was able to see that it was heavily flawed and could have been better. I understand the lesson they were trying to convey and in the beginning I saw myself in Evan as I am a person with heavy anxiety and who grew up sensitive and anti social, but the musical didn’t do the good it was hoping to do, especially with Evan’s character. Jeremy from BMC is just…a million times better and more likable than Evan is, all Jeremy wanted was to survive and win the girl he had a crush on, and then there’s this drug implanted in his brain, forcing and telling him what to do to be a “big shot”. Even the moments where Jeremy snapped, it was all understandable even if he was in the wrong, and he actually faced the consequences of his actions, at least better compared to Evan who just went “what I did was wrong” only for the musical to go “no you saved this family lol”.

[yet-another-heathen]

Puck and Io are both astronomy names. Dufresne and DeMaurier are both French surnames (for the fancy lads). Emir is a title that is (mostly) equivalent to the title "prince".

Important facts you simply must know: Both of these kittens start purring the second you pick them up. They are incredibly people-oriented and affectionate. The whiter one loves nothing more than tucking his face underneath your chin and snuggling. The orange one has an adorable little "mrrp" that comes out at the end of his purr. Both are sweeter than you can even imagine. All attempts at getting them both in the same shot ended in adorable, comedic failure.

The poll is set to run for a week, but @whumpsical and I will probably be deciding within the next few days. We can't make any promises that we'll for sure choose the most popular option, but your vote will help us narrow it down to one or two favorites <33 All of you are the best!

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 32: Gifted...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Mentions of Arson/Fire/Anxiety Attacks/Death of Main Characters/Murder/Adult Language/Sexual Activity/Stalking/Cancer/Loss of Parent/Ghosts/Explicit Smut/Ejaculation/Oral Sex/Nipple Play/Death of Main Characters/Unprotected Sex/Hate Crime/Blackouts/Orgy/Mention of Gun/Breath Play

*Warnings are for entire work; not chapter specific*

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3789

*FLASHBACK*

"Didn't I tell you that you drink too much?"

My mother eyes me as I'm pouring my nightcap.

"Mom, you make me sound like an alcoholic. Even my doctor says a glass of red wine a day is good for the heart."

"Well, whatever, I just worry about you. You need to make an appointment with your doctor, just for a check up."

Clean. That's the best way I can describe my mother's scent that creeps into my nose as I hug her from behind, placing my glass on the counter next to the sink, making sure to handle her frail frame gently.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll call in the morning. AND, I'll do a cleanse, just for you, okay. No alcohol for a month," I concede, resting my cheek on her shoulder.

"Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. I know your liver is screaming for a break and more water."

"Dang, ma!"

Our laughter fills the kitchen just as my sister enters the house.

"Sis, come get your mama," I acknowledge Jasmine as she's placing her keys on the hook, then removing her shoes and purse.

"No, come get your wino of a sister," Mommy quips.

"All I heard was wine. Gimme some!"

Mom's jaw drops as Jasmine's coming around the corner, causing us girls to erupt in laughter.

"You heifers get on my nerves together. T, don't play around with your health and call the doctor's office first thing because it'll be hard to get someone after lunch. Ask them to do a urinalysis. Jas, wash your dishes if you decide to eat dinner. I made the sausage, gravy, and rice you guys love."

"Deh," we say in unison as Mommy, in passing, tucks a clump of Jas's curls behind her ear with one hand and grabs my cheeks with the other. She calls over her shoulder as she's ascending the stairs.

"Also, y'all need to avoid taking the interstate in the morning. And don't be in here doing all that cackling, you know I have another round of chemo tomorrow."

It wasn't uncommon for mom to warn us of things or worry over us. Yes, most mother's want to try to protect their children, but this goes beyond that. Our grandmother had the same gift that is said to be bestowed upon the women of our family by age 30, having skipped me as I'm already 34. With this gift, Mom and Granny had a history of predicting things in our lives and shielding us from danger. Not that she considers herself a psychic or anything, Mom just has 'a feeling' sometimes. She would alert us of dangers and things yet to happen in regular conversation, like there was nothing odd about it. And she could always read us like a book.

"Tia."

On my way to my room, I stop abruptly in front of my mother's bedroom door when I hear her calling for me.

"Ma'am?"

Sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows, she puts her book on the bed and motions for me to move closer. I already know the drill as her hands are extended, so I go to stand next to the bed, leaning over for her to hold my face in her hands. She first looks into my eyes, shifting from one to the other. It's almost as if she's looking through me. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and releases it through her mouth.

"I just wanted to check in on you again. Don't be too worried about your doctor's visit. It's not anything life threatening but you do need to get checked out."

"Will I need to get a shot or something? Medicine?"

"Probably just medicine. You'll be okay," she reassures me then opens her eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you still have those dreams?"

Even without the details, I know exactly what she is talking about. The dreams that feature the same seven men, guiding, helping, and comforting me as I sleep. I'm curious as to why she's brought this up even though she asks every few years.

"Yes, ma'am...I had another one a couple of days ago. Why?"

"No reason, really, I just thought about it. You are gifted, Tia, and I, honestly, believe those men are assigned to you, to keep you safe. Just know that if you ever encounter some sort of danger, your love will protect you."

"My Love? Like my man? And gifted? I'm already years past thirty so if I was gifted, it would have shown by now."

"I'm not quite sure, T. I just see you experiencing new beginnings... fate... home... seven... death... love... purple... fire... hate... rebirth." Her brow furrows and she closes her eyes again, tilting her head ever so slightly before she continues to speak.

"Ma, wha-?"

"Shh..."

Whenever she gets like this, something big is coming. She can never tell us when, but she definitely gets us prepared for what's to come.

"Something will come after you, or has come...something dark and spiteful. There will be a fire, or there has been a fire?" She quickly releases me, fanning her hands as if she'd been burned. She just looks at me but I can't read her expression as it's a mixture of worry and confusion with a hint of fear. "Baby, you've always been a tough nut to crack, since the day I brought you into this world. Sometimes, I can't tell if you're coming or going but you are something special, the universe knows that. You're going to experience a great loss, or you already have? I don't know, Tia, but you will have your happily ever after."

"Okay, well, I'm not scared at all," I tease sarcastically.

"And you shouldn't be. No weapons formed against you shall prosper," mom begins to pray over me ending it with an 'amen'.

"Amen. Well, I'd better get to bed, too. Are we still getting pancakes before your appointment?"

I love getting on her nerves, joking and picking with her to make her laugh. Maybe that's my toxic trait, resorting to humor to not focus on the seriousness of situations.

"I wish! We can stop to get you some but unfortunately, I'll only be having a small, bland meal before."

"Boooooooo! No, I'm kidding. You know I'm going to eat what you eat...let's suffer together."

"Girl, goodnight. Get outta my room with your silly self. And, try to stop stressing so much. Even the Lord needed seven days to create heaven and earth." She catches what she just said and can't help but to laugh at herself. "Seven... the number of completion."

I chuckle lightly before stepping towards the door.

"Yes, ma'am. Night night."

*PRESENT DAY*

Another POV

"Please, try to be quiet when you're sweeping this room as someone is sleeping," Jungkook advises and the technician nods, his plush lips curving up at the corners.

The door opens slowly, allowing the beautiful young man to enter the space. He seems to float around the area, gracefully running his device across every surface. Jungkook can't seem to peel his eyes off of the young man as he steps past him, making his way to the armchair near the bed. Having not left Tia's side for more than a few minutes since she was discharged from the hospital this morning, he takes her hand before sitting in the chair he'd drug to her bedside. He and Taehyung have decided that one of them should be with her at all times and Jungkook takes this opportunity to stare at her sleeping features, barely noticing the man now standing next to him.

"A real life Sleeping Beauty, huh?"

Jungkook meets his eyes, "Yea, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Looking back to Tia, and kissing the back of her hand before he continues, "I could just stare at her like this all day."

"I see why! My goodness, she is breathtaking." Hoping to not cross the line, he asks, "Will she be okay?"

Glancing up to him again, Jungkook could have sworn he had tears in his eyes. "Y-yea...she'll be okay, she just needs to rest and stay hydrated." Just as the technician is about to speak again, Tia's phone vibrates. Snatching it from the nightstand before the sound can wake Tia, Jungkook takes the phone answering it as he walks out of the bedroom.

The young man, as if enchanted, keeps his eye on her sleeping face. Her smooth, golden brown skin seems to glow, her lips full with a slight sheen, he is drawn to touch her. Tia's eyebrows scrunch and she moans lowly, giving the man an excuse to rush to her side. After quickly placing his equipment on the floor, he takes her hand into his.

What the fuck am I doing?

He can't deny the pull he feels but knows that he has free will, being able to walk away whenever he wants. But he doesn't want to. Like Jungkook said a moment ago, he could stare at her all day long.

"Jimin!" A voice whisper shouts from the bathroom.

He drops her hand and turns on the spot to face his colleague.

"Shh!" He tries to hush the man before he wakes Tia, but is unsuccessful.

"Who are you," the small voice asks from behind him. Jimin looks around to see Tia staring back at him.

"Hey, sorry to have woken you up. We're here to sweep the house for any hidden cameras or listening devices."

"Where is JK?"

"JK?" As Jimin is asking her, Jungkook returns with some fruit and water.

"Hey, babe, I'm here. I'm glad to see you up. How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm a bit groggy and my head is banging."

"John said you'll probably feel that way for a few hours. He said that you'll probably be lethargic, too, and to call if you need something for nausea. Your memories may come back all at once or in spurts, but try to not stress yourself out. Here...take this," he hands Tia a couple of red and white tablets, "Hopefully, this will help with your headache."

She takes the pills, and washes them down with the water. Jimin doesn't realize he's stuck in place, watching this interaction between the two until Tia speaks, looking directly at him. He sees her mouth moving but doesn't hear what she says. He jerks himself out of his trance and says, "Ah, sorry, what was that?", asking Tia to repeat her question.

"I said what's your name?"

"Oh, Jimin...Park Jimin."

"Nice to meet you. Was that you holding my hand a minute ago?"

He's blushing red and rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed, having been caught. Nodding his head, he admits his actions.

"I'm sorry...you just looked so beautiful, and you were moaning, and your brows were tense. I didn't know if you were having a bad dream or if you were hurting. I'm sorry, I just felt compelled to comfort you. Forgive me if I overstepped-"

"We are so sorry, ma'am. We'll just finish searching this area, then we'll be out of your hair," the other man cuts Jimin off to apologize.

Unintentionally ignoring the other man, Tia's focus remains on Jimin.

"Thank you...Jimin. You didn't overstep at all," Tia shows her gratitude and the way his name falls from her lips is intoxicating.

Jungkook's POV

Thankfully, Tia slept through the entire process of getting her discharged and home. I don't think I would have been able to stand the void look of confusion in her eyes or her staring at me like a stranger. Not again. Thankfully, I'm off duty during the day today and get to spend it caring for Tia. Taehyung will be back after he takes care of some things at the office and, luckily, he's the owner of the business, so he'll be able to take a few days off to be here as well.

Tia is still sleeping when I answer the door for the technicians to come in and sweep the house. There's something about one of the men that causes my heart to race when he's near. I feel an immediate connection to him, almost like a long lost brother. Unable to tear my eyes from him, I watch as he practically dances around Tia's room, something so elegant in his movements. The only thing that can take my attention from him is Tia's peaceful features and I have a seat to further take them in.

As we converse briefly, I swear that I see tears in his eyes and I can't help but to wonder if he's possibly experiencing the same attraction to her as me and Taehyung. As I open my mouth to ask, Tia's phone vibrates across the bedside table and I quickly grab it before it wakes her. I rush out of the room to answer the call.

'Hello? Tia?'

"Hey, Brandon. Tia is unavailable at the moment."

'Oh, my bad. You must be her boyfriend. Hey man, I was just calling to check on her after hearing about what happened. I got called to the police station to give a statement about a past employee.'

"Yea, I appreciate you checking in on her. She's past the critical part and is home resting now. Would you like to leave a message for her?"

'Yeah...yeah. Could you tell her...tell her that I'm so sorry for what happened and what she had to go through. I fired him shortly after we started on her reno. After I had caught him doing some suspicious things, but I should have said something or reported him, I don't know. Like I said, he was suspicious but I had no proof of anything. I didn't know what else to do but to let him go.'

Of course I already know the details of this case but I listen anyway, making my way down to the kitchen.

'I'm not innocent in all of this as I was inappropriate at times and said some things about her when she wasn't around, but it was just locker room talk, you know? Men being men. I promise, I never meant for anything bad to happen to her.'

"Look man, I get what you're saying but making sexual jokes and references about a woman is not locker room talk. You being a dick and acting spiteful because Tia rejected you is more accurate. Men being men? Don't ever generalize your behavior as a 'man' thing. I'm nothing like you because real men don't do shit like that. I'll give her your little message, and you can go ahead and delete her number, bro. There's nothing else for you to talk to her about."

I end the call and slide her phone into my back pocket before rummaging through the fridge for something light for her to eat and some water, thinking of John's recommendations. In one of the cabinets, I find a bottle of Tylenol and take a few in case she has a headache before I go back upstairs.

Tia's POV

I'm in between sleep and consciousness when visuals flood my mind. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, and my heart breaks seeing Jungkook and Grey cry. What happened? Am I dead? There's a warmth that suddenly covers me like a warm blanket, and I feel a sense of peace. Is it coming from the person holding my hand? Is it Jungkook? Taehyung? Whoever it is, they give off the same comfort as them.

When I open my eyes, I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming when I see a man standing next to my bed, his back to me, strong yet beautiful. Mom taught my sister and I to trust our gut, that our intuition would never steer us wrong, so even though I can't see his face, I feel comfortable as my body is reacting as if I know him. He feels familiar. The sharpness of his jaw line is the first thing I notice as he's turning to face me, followed by his pillowy lips and breathtaking features. I swear, my heart skips a beat when his eyes meet mine.

When Jungkook walks in, my mind wanders as we're talking, unable to take my eyes off of the unknown man. I can recall bits and pieces of what happened last night and I know that I had to go to the hospital, but the details are vague. He starts telling me about what John had said regarding my recovery but stops to trace my line of vision, meeting the man standing a few feet away.

"Who are you?"

Jimin...again, I feel like I've said his name a million times. So, it was him radiating the same energy as the other two.

"Thank you, Jimin," is all I can give him at the moment and with a forced smile reassure him that he's not overstepping my boundaries.

Jungkook offers me some of the fruit he brought up but I don't have much of an appetite at the moment, and I can feel my headache getting worse by the minute. Not even 10 minutes later am I in the fetal position on the bed, awaiting the moment my skull splits in half. Thankfully the other technician has finished the sweep in here and is outside in the work van. I think there's something vulnerable about suffering and I didn't want him to see me this way but I'm comfortable with Jungkook...and Jimin. Fragmented memories are swirling through my mind, searching to land on their specific string of experience.

"Oh my God, baby...I'm so sorry," I say between tears, unsure if I'm crying because of the searing headache, the visual of my loved ones sad because of me, or both.

"Shh...it's okay, baby. I know. I know you didn't mean it."

Jungkook is kneeling next to the bed, kissing the back of my hand and rubbing my butt, trying to console me. Being that my eyes are closed tight, I don't see when Jimin comes over to kneel next to him.

"May I?"

Assuming he got the go ahead from Jungkook, I almost melt when his hands caress my scalp and firm circles rub across my temples. This doesn't alleviate the pain completely but it's definitely relaxing. This in combination with the booty rubs calms me enough that I end up falling asleep.

"Jagiya, wake up, love...you need to eat something."

I awaken to Taehyung's gorgeous face and I'm enthralled but unable to show it much as I'm still in pain. It has subsided a ton, but is definitely lingering.

"Hi, Tae. Are you done with work?"

He still blushes and gives me that boxy smile whenever I call him by his nickname. He is so fucking cute.

"Yeah, I just had to speak to a few customers and move some appointments around. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit but not as shit as earlier. I missed you."

"I missed you more, and I'm glad you feel less shit."

"Also, I'm so sorry about last night."

"No need to apologize...we know it was the medicine making you like that. Here, sit up. I brought soup. Koo told me you haven't eaten much."

I'm able to sit up and have a few spoonfuls of the soup, the rich warm broth heats me from within. After taking more medicine, I scoot over to make room for Taehyung to lay with me, and bump into a sleeping Jungkook. Thankfully, I don't wake him but it does cause him to stir, he grabs my hips, pulling me to lay flush to him. With hushed voices, Taehyung and I converse with our foreheads together.

"So?" He questions me, wearing a knowing smirk, my thumb grazing over the slight stubble along his cheek.

"So? So, what?" I'm genuinely confused.

"Jimin?"

I pull away for a moment to fully search his features for any indication of anger or jealousy... nothing. He only smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me. So he and Jungkook talked while I was sleeping.

I snicker and playfully cover his smile with my palm and say, "Yeah? What about him?"

"Koo told me about you guys giving each other 'bedroom eyes'."

"No one was giving anyone any kind of eyes. I mean... he was handsome and sweet."

"Yea, that's not the way Koo described him. He said he was fine as fuck and looked like he was sent from heaven, on some Keyshia Cole type shit."

We burst into silent laughter, trying not to disturb Jungkook as he has to work tonight.

"Oh my God! Stop, stop, stop...my head hurts," I whisper yell to him, still wheezing.

"Oh shit...my bad. I read somewhere that an orgasm will help relieve headaches," Taehyung apologizes while still smiling and rubbing my head with his thumb, his comment only causes us to laugh more. Once we finally settle down, he kisses my forehead and asks, "Bath time?"

"Ummm," I agree, never turning down a bath, nuzzling my face into his shirt. The scent of his cologne makes me clench my thighs in an attempt to cease the throbbing. Bitch, you could have died just yesterday and you're thinking about fucking?! I allow Taehyung to assist me from the bed to the bathroom, struggling to fight against the weakness and lightheadedness. He holds my arm firmly as I step into the empty tub, sitting me down slowly.

"Lay back and try to relax a bit," Taehyung advises as he starts the water, adjusting it until he finds the perfect temperature. I move my hair to drape over the lip of the tub before I lay back. Leaving briefly, he comes back to sit behind my head. I'm assuming he went to get a hair tie as he's now collecting my strands to put them in a bun atop my head.

I'm practically drooling when his hands leave my hair and begin to massage my neck. Applying firm pressure, using water as lubrication to slip from the base of my neck up into my nape. With his thumb still rubbing circles in my hair, his free hand is massaging my shoulder. My eyes close on their own, moans flowing from my nostrils.

"You like that, huh?"

"Uh huh," I nasally respond, allowing my head to rest against his palm.

Noticing that the water is now covering my breasts, Taehyung pauses his massage to turn the water off, coming back to start where he left off.

"Have you spoken to Koo about the suspect they arrested last night?"

"I haven't but I know that's a conversation that needs to happen. Since I've slept most of the day, I don't think he's had the chance to bring it up."

"How are you feeling about all of this, like, now that he's been caught?"

"Honestly, I feel free and light. I feel like I can exist without having to look over my shoulder, you know? But, mostly, I'm just glad he wasn't able to hurt me or the people that I love."

Taehyung gently moves my head to the other side to massage my other shoulder. I open my eyes as I hear the bathroom door opening to see a groggy Jungkook coming in, hair a mess atop his head.

"Hey, Sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"

A/N:

Thanks so much to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter! 💜

[ravenishishtrash]

Okay so ✨Hamilton fanficion✨

Back in 2018 I was a big Hamilton (and other musicals like BMC, DEH, Heathers) fan, and I'm talking like a having amino (and a semi decent following on it), drawing silly fanart of the characters in maid suits, reading fanfiction fan

And sometimes I just go by my day and I randomly remember something from a Hamilton fanfiction that makes me stop in my tracks

And so, I decided to come onto here and provide a list of things I remember, that I want to forget, and am afraid that I'll forget at the same time, about Hamilton fanficion

(this being said, if you're still a hamilton fanfiction writer, you do you, this post does not mean to offend you)

I think like 80% of the fics if not more were college AU fics, and 15% were just different AUs but I don't think I've actually read a fic that wasn't a random one-shot taking place in canon timeline (I do believe it was because all of the hamilton ff writers just like me were 16 back then, and just simply did not know how to write historical fiction)

Most of the fics were LAMS (which is Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens) and it was practically canon in fandom eyes, and before anyone says anything, I've seen the letters, of course I've seen them but guyz, I think we were just a little bit delulu with how firmly we believed this (and I'm including myself in this!)

Still on shipping, the second most popular one was Jamilton (Thomas Jefferson x Alexander Hamilton) and I'm gonna be honest, this was my shit, I enjoyed this dynamic a lot more (I always found friends to lovers a bit boring), but man, were the ship wars brutal, I remember when amino mods tried to actually do some sort of a debate lams vs jamilton in which there were actual teams that wrote whole essays about which ship is more valid, but they ended up insulting each other after maybe two rounds

The last ship with its own point is Hamburr (Alexander Hamilton x Aaron Burr), I've always perceived this one as a cool kids ship, I think people who shipped this were the most chill about it

Background ships included Mulette (Muligan x Lafayette), which was one of those ships that were always in the background some sort of "if you don't ship this as your side ship i don't trust you" kind of ship, the same goes to Jeffmads (Jefferson x Madison) in lams fics, and in a lesser degree, and i don't remember its name, Eliza Schuler x Maria Lewis Reynolds (if you don't remember her from her name, is the woman Hamilton cheats on Eliza with), which is always fun, we love seeing some wlw

And now, the random facts that were just headcanons that people very often included, Jefferson and Lafayette were almost always in some sort related (especially in Jamilton fics) and that's because of the double cast, but I don't really think the same was true for any other character it was just them

Hamilton was always a caffeine addict with a bad sleep schedule who was way too engaged in whatever topic the fic made him and I remember one fic (it was a college au, of course) where the whole point was that it was actively ruining his relationships around him (it was a hamburr fic)

John Laurens loved turtles bc of some historical letters in which he mentioned he liked turtles and fandom did its thing and you couldn't read a lams fic where turtles weren't mentioned at least once

Charles Lee and Samuel Seabury were always minor villains/mean college students and the latter was sometimes in a weird unhealthy relationship with (king) George

There was no Eliza slander! I know it's a weird point, but now seeing how fandoms like spn or 911 reacted to female love interest I’m actually suprised there wasn't any, she was always just a good friend (or, in one Soulmate AU I think it was Jamilton, Eliza had Hamilton's name on her wrist but he didn't have hers and that was just brutal)

There was this fic that I won't mention by its whole name (it's off the internet anyway, I don't think the author wants to be reminded of it nor associated with it), that was a hanahaki AU Jamilton that nearing the end of its run had 300k+ words; it was about Alex having a mean spirited rivalry with Jefferson at their corpo lawyer job but hearing he has hanahaki so deciding he wants to be nice to him now, but little does he know that the hanahaki in question is *for* him and later he himself develops hanahaki for Jefferson and they even live together at one point so they have this situation where both of them are willing to die in order to keep the other one happy and cure them by being their rebounds but they actively making each other worse, it's probably not as good as I remember it to be but godDAMN was it a cult classic it really was one of the kind, ALSO a girl on a plane asked me what fic I was reading bc she was peeking over my shoulder because it looked good and it's just one of the interactions I will *never* forget

This fandom was also my first impression of A/B/O dynamic and it wasn't a good one, one of the fics with it that I remember was Jamilton, in which Hamilton was some sort of Omega activist (there was a scene where he was annoyed that romantic comedies in universe pushed the agenda of omega leaving their omegaxomega relationship for an alpha when oxo can be fully normally sufficient) and Jefferson was an alpha and there was a scene at a diner where Jefferson was spreading his pheromones so the other alphas would stop looking at Hamilton? yeah thanks, no thanks

Washington was 95% of the time Hamilton's father in one way or another but what did you expect, in one fic he was even Hamilton's mother soulmate but she died before he met her which I didn't know was possible in soulmates aus

I read one Jamilton fic on wattpad (even then I rarely used wattpad) that I think was (a college au) about how madison and jefferson were in abusive relationship and hamilton "rescued" jefferson out of it? (it feaured a truly iconic quote in a scene that i still remember where jefferson was having a panic attack in the dorm's bathroom and madison didn't want hamilton to think he was an abuser so he said something along the lines of "Don't listen to this whore" and Hamilton responded "I won't listen to a whore" and Jefferson was like no he also hates me no one loves me and then Hamilton added "But Thomas isn't a whore." and I kid you not, I think about this scene every time I see that stupid "do you think im pretty?" "no." ":(" "you're beautiful" meme) and my art was featured in one of the chapters! it wasn't a good art, but it was one of my biggest achievements back then (I drew the most art during my hamilton phase, I wish I kept that passion for drawing in the years to come)

And... I think that's all that I can think of off top of my head

Despite many peoples' opinion now, I don't think the fandom was wrong in how they perceived the source material, any who was in the fandom at that time can tell you that sometimes it felt like it's own entity, those were our characters and what they did in the musical and the historical context didn't really matter in the long run, besides some limited posts about lams or just funfacts about the real lives of the characters (i have so many funfacts about inaccuracies in hamilton stored in my head), just what the dynamic between them was

But, as have many, I grew out of hamilton fanfiction, it shaped how I moved around fanfiction and fandom spaces for years and no matter how much "cringe" that fandom was (and it was cringe in every way possible) I probably won't forget the fun parts (for example how I joined judges guild on amino that was supposed to host contests regularly and then we did one contest and 90% of the members stopped responding so I pretty much single-handedly picked the winners when we had like I think about 20-30 entries? contests were a big deal on amino) and I won't regret it, I think it was one of the if not best then funniest places to be on the Internet in 2018

I have recently rewatched Hamilton now that it is available on streaming and one) I found out that I didn't really know all the lyrics and certainly not what some parts mean (english as you probably already have noticed is not my first language) and two) I actually found myself thinking, man, i would like to read some good fanfiction about this, but not a single one Hamilton fanfiction on ao3 can be separated from how the fandom perceived the characters and that's okay, it's just the way it is

If you truly want to know the grasp of what was normal or not in this fandom, let me tell you this: I saw Jefferson Miku Binder before it was a meme, and it really wasn't that weird, I was seeing art and headcanons like these on the regular, that just how the fandom looked like

and with that, I'm signing off

[t4tails]

listen as someone neutral on DEH (music is decent, story coulda been done better but it's not like the worst musical ever) the movie is soooo bad. tried so hard to hypercorrect the narrative mistakes and in turn made them sooo much worse. and it's so bad as a musical movie in general???? it's so uninteresting the music is mixed so poorly the shot choices are stupid??? why is there a go kart??? and what got me was in "the anonymous ones" (decent song, good job amandla) where like. okay this is getting long sending you a second ask about how fucking bad they filmed that ~autisticshadow

im at requiem rn and honestly my #1 criticism right now is the music quality. its a MOVIE. you can professionally record the songs in a studio, but this literally sounds like it was recorded on set. not to mention the fact that theyre all soo bad at singing while acting upset! they keep mumbling and cracking their voices and sure its sad but I CANT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOURE SINGING!! SHAKES BEN PLATTS SHOULDERS. YOUVE DONE THIS BEFORE. WHY DO YOU SOUND SO BAD!

[koolkat9]

What are your favorite musicals and which musicals would you assign to your favorite countries based on personality? Yes, This is me asking what Music themes you'd assign them too I guess without looking at youtube and seeing videos 10 years old. I miss seeing Character Theme videos.

Oooh this is a good one! I'm also going to share musicals that make me think of some ships too because I want to ramble about the two musicals that make me think of a GerEng AU.

Okay but Characters.

Canada- Dear Evan Hansen

I know. Kind of basic. But I love DEH. "Waving Through a Window" is such a Mattie song. But what really sells the idea for me is that "So Big / So Small" is such a good song for Royal Red Bros. Francis is the dad that left, and Arthur tries to pick up the pieces, but also fails Matthew. Just the dynamic between Evan's Mom and Evan is just perfect for these two. Like Evan's mom does love Evan, but being a single mom isn't easy and to provide for him she has to work ridiculous hours so she's not there for him physically. Which is a similar postion Arthur finds himself in.

Also the lines

"That night I tucked you into bed

I will never forget how you sat up and said

'Is there another truck coming to our drive way?

A truck that will take mommy away.'"

Just hit me so hard with feels for Arthur and Matt. Just imagining a little Mattie asking Arthur one night if Arthur is going to leave him behind too. Because Francis left and Arthur seems so much more focused on Alfred. Matthew it terrified it will happen again. And it breaks Arthur's heart.

ALTERNATIVELY

Canada - Next to Normal (Specifically the song "Superboy and the Invisible Girl")

I don't know enough about what this musical is actually about other than we follow our main character Diana who is struggling with bipolar disorder and hallucinations of her dead son. And basically I think it shows how her condition affects her family?

But we did "Superboy and the Invisible Girl" for some concert once and I actually played Diana. And every time I rehearsed this song, all I could think of was ACE Family.

It is primarily Natalie, Diana's daughter, feeling neglected and ignored because of her Mother's grief over her son's death.

This line really makes me think of the two, especially after Alfred has become independent and Matthew attempts to pick up the pieces of a broken Arthur:

"Super boy and the invisible girl

He's the one you'd wish would appear

He's your hero, forever your son

He's not here, I am here"

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America - Hamliltion

For obvious reasons. American history. Main character is smart, but also so impulsive. "I'm not Throwing Away my Shot" always make me think of Al.

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England - Mary Poppins

Of course I choose something obvious. You know how much I love Arthur with kids. And Mary Poppins is that strict parental figure, but she does want what's best for the kids in her care, and I think that's perfect for Arthur.

Also I just love imagining Arthur singing "Feed the Birds."

Also also. get 2p England involved and make Oliver Bert. So double the Englands making it more fitting. Alternatively Gilbert could be Bert to make it Pruk instead.

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GerEng - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

I have this whole musical casted with Hetalia characters. But the summary first because its probably a musical not many know. I really don't know how to encompass everything so I'm just going to steal the summary from IMDb:

"A down-on-his-luck inventor turns a broken-down Grand Prix car into a fancy vehicle for his children, and then they go off on a magical fantasy adventure to save their grandfather in a far-off land."

God I had orginally had a long decription of a cast list for this but I'll ramble about that in another post. All you need to know though:

Arthur as Caratacus Potts - The down on his luck inventor and single father. Sometimes his work distracts him, but he really does love his kids

Ludwig as Truly Scrumptious - A candy heiress who meets the Potts family after almost running over the children when they run out into the road. She and Caratacus kind of get off on the wrong foot when she argues that the kids should be in school and not running around. But after he impresses her with his inventions and she joins them on their adventure in their magic car, the two fall in love.

Peter as Jeremy and Jemimah - Because I can't think of a second child to go with Peter I just have Peter right now. Because I love GerEng being dads to him.

Anyway. The songs.

First we have "You Two" which actually makes me imagine things separate from this au. Because this is also so good for ACE Family. I ramble about it more here.

"Doll On a Music Box" One of my favourite songs to listen too to daydream about GerEng. Just them pulling the same stunt Caratacus and Truly do to rescue the kids. Also Ludwig dressed up as a doll is a nice image.

"Lovely Lonely Man" Could work for either of them, but I always have loved the idea of Ludwig singing this about Arthur. Because Ludwig fell fast just like the song suggests while Arthur took a bit of time. It's just a perfect monologue of Ludwig admitting his feelings to himself.

God I could go on but I'll save the rest for a separate post

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Okay one last one for GerEng! Music Man.

Summary from Stage Agent: "There’s trouble in River City! When smooth-talking con man Harold Hill arrives in a small, tight-knit town in Iowa, he expects to dupe its residents with his elaborate moneymaking scheme: Despite his complete lack of musical literacy, he will convince everyone that he is a brilliant bandleader and recruit all the boys in town to form a band, pocketing the cash for instruments and uniforms. The problem? Some of the town members, especially the stern librarian, Marian Paroo, don’t quite buy Harold’s story. As Harold struggles to keep his scheme afloat, he also finds himself increasingly attached to the townspeople, who have all experienced a positive change since Harold came to town. Complicating matters even more, Harold is also falling head-over-heels for the beautiful Marian."

God I could go on about this one too, but keeping it brief:

Arthur as the con man Harold Hill selfish and prideful only to have a change of heart by forming genuine connections within the town.

Ludwig as the stern yet also hopeless romantic Marian. That despite knowing Arthur is a con man sees him grow and falls for him

"Goodnight My Someone / Seventy-Six Trombones (Double Reprise)" The two leads main songs coming together with them singing each other's half way through. God I just love thinking of GerEng for this scene so much! I think its so romantic to sing each other's themes to each other.

Also "Goodnight My Someone" on its own is very fitting for Ludwig. As is Marian's chacter as whole. Both are stern indivduals, refusing to take nonsense from anyone. They seem like a stick in the mud, perhaps a little cold, but both have a sweetness deep down, longing for connection. And "Goodnight My Someone" is when we first see this side of Marian.

"Marian the Librarian" Just the back and forth and tension in this song. Hill/Arthur is kind of a dick. Flirting, but really he's just playing a game at this point and bugging Marian/Ludwig at work when they're clearly aren't having it. It's another fun scene I like imagining GerEng. Especially since Arthur is really pushing his luck angering someone who could snap him like a toothpick he'd be into that let's be honest but that's not a discussion for this blog

Thank you anon for letting me combine my love of musical theatre and my love for Hetalia together! I encourage more questions like this actually so don't be scared guys!

[kachinnate]

we love it when tumblr eats my asks apparently

this one was from my love languages one shot ;_; honored to be one of ur First Sources of Fanfic Material for deh <3 something about little touches.... something about jared trying to make evan feel safe in a overwhelming environment without makin it worse.... letting him know that he's right there and that they're okay weepsss

tell me abt a memorable scene u remember from one of my fics

[parasite-core]

Last night in Pathfinder, we fought through a downed Dominion ship, had a death in the party, and faced the dreaded Lord of the Howling Storm and his Eoxian Bone Sage ally.

@scarlet-the-girl

Before us was the wreckage of the downed Dominion Dropship. But there was also the undamaged Golemworks that we could look into. We decided to check out the Golemworks first, and found a bunch of corpses meant to make a carrion golem, and some scrolls, but not the key we were seeking. The only way left was inside the Dropship, so we decided to explore the Dominion ship.

Inside Calio could identify some alerts going off as warning the remaining crew to be prepared for intruders—so the party knew they weren’t going to be getting the element of surprise on this one. Instead, we split up into two groups to try to pincer them between us.

Aenland flew in ahead of us. He saw the ship’s captain—a Deh-nolo—and what appeared to be a vat of ooze. Nevra breathed electricity at both. Aenland shot a slurry of arrows at the captain, bringing him dangerously low before he’d even acted.

Unfortunately, next up was the ooze—the Dominion Ship Mind—which aimed a plasma bolt at Aenland, shooting a beam straight through his abdomen when it crit.

A moment later more combatants joined the battle, as the door to the Captain’s Quarters opened and two Neshmaal appeared. One flew out, and caught Aenland with its Aura of Alien Dread—but he resisted it. Then it lashed out at him, but while he was hit by a small amount of tendril damage, he wasn’t level drained.

Greta joined the fight, but she was too far back to do anything immediately, except resist the Aura of Alien Dread herself.

Calio and Talsune flew in. Talsune breathed fire on the Neshmaal in front of them, then Calio called down a Flame Strike on the ship’s captain and the Dominion Ship Mind’s container.

The second Neshmaal entered the room and threw an attack at Aenland.

Then it was the Deh-nolo’s turn, and he placed his whole fury upon Aenland for the only attack he was going to get, casting Synapse Overload, a spell that doesn’t exist on Golarian at this time, which completely fried Aenland’s brain before he could even comprehend what had happened. Aenland fell dead, his eyes usually covered by a purple sheen now black.

Nestian entered the room, saw what had happened, and had to focus on the enemies around him instead, attacking the Neshmaal. Edeya joined him a moment later, hovering over his shoulder.

Nevra turned on the Deh-nolo that had killed her partner. With two graceful swings of her glaive, she took off the hand that had cast the fatal spell, and then skewered the creature’s head. Then she cradled Aenland’s body in her arms, until Calio told her to lift his body up to him and Talsune. She did as he asked.

Calio burned his Breath of Life scroll and resurrected Aenland—bringing him back with 6 hp above 0, so the Life Pact Calio had cast on him that donated 6 hp when he went unconscious made the difference.

The party turned things around, with Nevra getting Aenland to safety in the next room after he killed the two Neshmaal with Ghost Touch Arrows, Calio dodging the worst of the Ship Mind’s plasma after Nestian tanked a second crit from it, Calio damaging the tank with another Flame Strike and Greta and Nestian damaging it as well, and finally Aenland and Nevra popping the Ship Mind’s container, revealing the ooze within.

The Ship Mind tried to lash out at Calio, Greta, and Nestian—and tried to hit Calio with a Touch of Idiocy—but it missed everyone but Nestian.

We continued to chip away at it, until finally the ooze quit moving.

The party found some items—including the other half of the key they needed to pass through the illusory wall leading to Yrax’s chambers.

The party checked in with Aenland to make sure he was okay, healed, and then made their way to the wall. Calio activated the key, and stepped through the wall—still an illusion, still identical to how it was before, but no longer solid.

The party found themselves in a frozen over room with three ice pillars. The party immediately identified these as frozen elder water elementals. The elementals knew the party knew, and they smashed out of their icy shell and attacked, foregoing the surprise round.

As the party fought the water elementals, a white pudding ooze bubbled its way up out of the disposal pit that it had been resting within. Aenland tried to shoot it—but his arrow only caused it to split in half. So he spent the rest of his arrows clearing out a few of the water elementals. Greta went to slash at the ooze with her axe to the same effect—it split into two even smaller halves. Calio hit a water elemental and all of the oozes with a mass Inflict Light Wounds, which killed the two smallest oozes. Nestian bit the ooze, which didn’t cause it to split, and Aenland took out his Adamantine Warhammer and smashed the last remaining ooze, squashing it.

The ice above them shimmered as the party took a moment to heal themselves before what was inevitably the final encounter of Ivoryglass. Above them, Yrax’s visage appeared once more. He claimed that as a gracious host, he would let us leave, despite all the trouble we’d caused. We essentially told him to shove it. We also got him to show us Cesseer—she was still alive and not controlled by an Intellect Devourer.

Calio asked Yrax if ‘his Battleflower’ knew what he’d been doing to all those other Battleflowers down below. Cesseer looked horrified as Yrax openly told her that he had let the Dominion experiment on other Battleflowers—but he assured her they were all weaker than her.

The party entered the next room after Yrax ended communications. Up above, on a 60ft wall towering above them, was Yrax the Lord of the Howling Storm, having some sort of tube removed from his back by the Bone Sage.

Aenland told him once again what a terrible host he was, while Nestian told him that we were going to stop the horrors he had brought to this land and its people. Calio didn’t bother talking to Yrax, instead telepathically reaching out to Cesseer and assuring her that they were going to get her out of here.

With a roar, Yrax broke a golden egg with the blood of a vortex dragon in his claws, and smoke began to billow out. When it cleared, the huge white dragon had changed. He was now gargantuan, with green markings pulsating across his body—reminiscent of a vortex dragon. On his back was the Bone Sage, who had formed a mental connection with him, like that of a Dragonkin—but for them it was a bond forged with the mutual desire to conquer and subjugate everything in their paths.

As the battle began, Aenland saw something cloaked in magic on Cesseer’s back with his special eyes. He couldn’t immediately make out what it was.

Yrax and the Bone Sage started us off. The Bone Sage dispelled some of our spells, while Yrax swooped down and breathed an icy cold breath over all of us, only to swoop back up to the safety of his perch afterwards.

Cesseer vanished from her spot and reappeared in front of Nestian. She mouthed an apology to him before going in for a kick to stun him—and missed.

Nestian decided that Cesseer wasn’t his priority, so he stepped around her—avoiding her attack of opportunity—and went after one of Yrax’s Dragonkin Riders instead.

Aenland got a better look at Cesseer now that she was closer, and could tell for certain the shape on her back was an Intellect Devourer—and it was poised to strike Cesseer’s spinal cord. Nevra and Aenland flew up level with Yrax and the Bone Sage, then Aenland messaged Calio through the Stone of Farspeech, telling him what he’d seen and letting him know that he’d need to take care of it, because Aenland had other things he needed to deal with. They turned their attention to the Bone Sage. Nevra hit the Sage and Yrax with a lightning breath, and Aenland shot a number of arrows into the Sage—only none of these attacks hit their targets, instead beginning to crack a barrier around the Sage and his enormous draconic mount.

Calio telepathically told Cesseer not to panic, but that the experiment Yrax had been talking about was on her back. Then he cast See Invisibility on himself from a scroll, leapt off Talsune’s back, and cast a Quickened Inflict Light Wounds on the Intellect Devourer. Talsune followed suit, using Calio’s senses to determine where the alien brain monster was and stabbing it with his greatsword.

Illivor, on Calio’s shoulder, began flaring out her small glittery fairy dragon wings as a distraction to help with Calio’s defenses, seeing that he was in a potentially dangerous position right next to Cesseer—who despite being betrayed by Yrax was obligated to fight to the death for him.

The Intellect Devourer tried to cast Confusion on Calio, but it provoked an attack from Talsune and the spell fizzled from the damage it took.

The Bone Sage tried to Disintegrate Aenland—he survived due to Edeya donating her last Hero Point to him. Then Yrax grabbed Aenland in his massive maw and flew him into the nearest wall.

Cesseer went to attack Calio, saying she wished this was in any other context. However she was fighting more defensively than necessary against an opponent like Calio, and she was pulling her punches—between that and Illivor’s distracting presence, none of her kicks or punches landed. Much to Calio’s shock.

Nestian took out one of the Drakelander riders, and was now only facing one Dragonkin and one pair of Dragonkin and Rider, instead of two pairs.

Aenland tried to throw his Suggestive Tea down Yrax’s throat, but the relatively weak magic of the tea didn’t take hold against a dragon’s willpower. Aenland told him that that’s how you properly host someone, you offer them refreshments. Yrax was enraged and seemed to decide what he was going to do with Aenland.

Talsune attacked the Intellect Devourer, once again striking true using Calio’s senses.

Then Calio decided he was going to finish it. He cast his final use of Slay Living on the Intellect Devourer. When it was still just barely standing with that, he cast Quicken Inflict Light Wounds, and used his final Hero Point to get past spell resistance when he otherwise wouldn’t have. He pulled the Intellect Devourer from Cesseer’s back, its body being eaten away by the negative energy and finally revealed from invisibility, as he whispered to her ‘I promised everything would be okay.’

Yrax grabbed Aenland in his claws and tossed him, then meteor punched him to the ground.

Nestian, seeing that there was no longer an Intellect Devourer on Cesseer, ran over to her and grappled her to free up Calio.

Cesseer, instead of trying to break the grapple, tried weakly to fight back—none of her attacks connecting. Yrax still hadn’t caught on, but the Bone Sage saw clearly what Cesseer was doing.

Aenland jumped back onto Nevra and they flew up. Nevra breathed a lightning breath at both the Bone Sage and Yrax, damaging the forcefield again. Aenland shot an arrow at the Sage, and shattered the forcefield. The rest of the arrows went into the Bone Sage.

Calio remained on the ground off Talsune’s back for the time being, instead running onto the battlefield and casting his final use of Boneshatter on Yrax. He resisted the worst of it, but still took some damage. Talsune flew up and tried to take a slash at Yrax, but his blade met hard scales and he retreated.

Greta took over the grapple from Nestian, transforming into her Winter Wolf form and placing a large paw on top on Cesseer to hold her in place while Nestian got in the flying Cauldron to join the fight.

The Bone Sage once again dispelled some of the party’s buffs, while Yrax breathed out his ice breath at those flying in range. Aenland was looking bad, but thankfully still had protection from energy: cold on so he took no damage.

Cesseer once again ‘tried’ unsuccessfully to hit Greta—who it only just now clicked for that Cesseer was pulling her punches on purpose.

Aenland peppered the Bone Sage with arrows. Calio Boneshakered him—leaving him on his last legs when he used a Villain Point to make the save.

Then Illivor popped up from around Edeya’s neck and finished him with a simple Magic Missile, ending his blight on this universe forever.

Yrax didn’t seem terribly torn up about it, commenting that he’d planned on betraying the creep at some point anyways.

Yrax had flown low enough to the ground for Nestian to charge in the cauldron, so charge he did.

Aenland peppered the dragon with arrows.

The dragon used his final Villain Point to act out of turn and tried to finish off Nestian in a blaze of glory, but he failed.

Calio saw the dragon was hurting, and used one last Boneshaker on it—trying to force Yrax to bow via his skull, but instead ripping his skull (and some of his spine) clean from his body.

With Yrax dead, Cesseer was no longer contract bound to fight us, so we let her go. She immediately challenged us to race her to Yrax’s treasure, and teleported up to the door, which Calio declared as cheating while he scrambled to get on Talsune’s back and catch up.

The party found a true dragon’s hoard—all free to take per their agreement with the Dragon Legion. And one item in it was the bearskin rug—the next key to the Dancing Hut that would lead us to the missing Baba Yaga.