#do you know how awesome that woulda been

[cloudcountry]

ok so obviously leona fic, did we ever expect anything else, recently ive been thinking a lot about childhood friends aus with leona so how about that as a trope. THANKS POOKIE THIS EVENT KICK STARTED A MASSIVE LEONA RAMBLING FOR ME SO EVEN IF I DIDNT WIN THIS WOULDA BEEN AWESOME <33

2ND PRIZE WINNER, LOSER

— CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WITH LEONA KINGSCHOLAR (1117 words)

please note that the expressions of love in his this fic are platonic, but can be read as romantic pining if you wish!

Leona’s ears twitch as your footsteps echo down the halls, coming right up to his door before stopping. His tail starts swishing, almost absentmindedly, but the happiness he feels about you visiting is not absentminded in the slightest.

“Leona!” you whisper yell, cracking the door open as sneakily as your clumsy hands can, “Psst, Leona!”

He smirks, blatantly ignoring you. He hopes the swishing of his tail seems lazy, not happy. Overjoyed, even. Leona knows you won’t mind when you find him out—you’ve always been just weird enough to find him fun to be around and his attitude charming. He wishes more of the palace staff were like you.

“I know you can hear me, goofball!” you whisper louder, sliding into his room through the open door, shutting it softly behind you.

“Huh?” Leona drawls, turning around in his chair, “I thought that was a fly. You sure do a lot of buzzing for a herbivore.”

You purse your lips and pout at him, looking more amused than livid. Your acting always sucked, but he doesn’t tell you that in fear of you swatting at him and whacking his tail again.

It’s sensitive.

“The kitchen is empty. We could totally go in there and grab snacks.” you say, and the pout melts off your face like butter on a saucepan, “You’ve been studying all day, you haven’t had any time for me!”

Leona huffs, tail gently smacking against your cheek. You yowl dramatically and rub your cheek like he punched you, glaring at him with the smallest of smiles on your lips. You’ve always been that blunt with him, saying exactly what's on your mind even though you get scolded for it again and again. You’re the only one in this wretched place who doesn’t bow to him every time you see him, or hold your tongue every time you have an idea. You speak freely, happily, and Leona is thankful to have been with you since the two of you were in diapers.

Even if the gap between you would never be bridged.

After all, a person of your position should not talk that way to royalty, even though he’ll never be anything but a prince.

You drag him out of his thoughts and consequently, out of his room, glancing around the halls to check and see if anyone is there. Leona rolls his eyes but the action holds no malice, not when you grab his hand and yank him down the hallway, giggling quietly as if you’re about to steal cookies from the cookie jar.

Which, considering your destination, may just be your scheme.

Leona doesn’t get soft often, he doesn't get that heart-thumping loving feeling, but when he looks at you, that changes. He loves you, he knows that much. You’re his only friend in this suffocating palace, where he shoulders the burden of being the second born with every step he takes. But with you, his best friend, his only friend, he starts to feel like he’s plain old Leona.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It’s so easy to sneak around with you, even if you are a bit clumsier than he is. And sure, maybe it’s because he purposefully trips you on his tail (only for you to whisper that you thought his tail was too sensitive for that with mock anger in your tone) but that’s nothing you can prove.

Over the course of your childhood, there are plenty more of those moments. You and Leona both grow, even though sometimes you wish you could stay kids forever. It isn’t easy watching him mold to fit his role, watching the usual easygoing smirk he has on his face morph into a constant snarl and frown.

You think you’re the only one in the palace who sees him as Leona anymore.

It isn’t long before he receives an offer to go to a school called Night Raven, which he considers with careful attentiveness. You hesitantly watch from afar, not wanting him to leave you behind but also knowing deep down he’d be so much happier if he did.

Soon enough (too soon), you’re helping him pack his suitcases.

You hug him goodbye, face buried in his clothes, squeezing him tight. He promises to call you every night in a voice only you can hear, gruff and reassuring.

Of course, he has to add a jab about you looking like a puppy without its owner so he doesn’t seem too soft. You just blink back tears and agree with a choked up laugh. His expression goes soft once more, and you take it in like you’ll never see him again.

Once he boards, you watch his carriage until it disappears and there’s no one left watching beside you.

Leona keeps his promise and calls every night, telling you about the upperclassmen and how he got sorted into Savanaclaw, to no one’s surprise. You speculate which dorm you’d be put in if you were to go to Leona’s school, and he tells you “soft hearted herbivores like you would end up in Octavinelle or something like that.”

He sounds like he’s having fun. You’re glad.

There’s a small part of you that toys with the idea of going to NRC yourself—training  your magic to the point of being one of those exceptional mages the Head Mage seeks out. It’s not like you’ll never see Leona, he’s taken the necessary measures to ensure that you can visit campus whenever you please (oh, how he spoils you so) but it’s different. Things aren’t the same anymore and you know they never will be.

(That doesn’t stop you from training in secret. Leona always put everything he had into himself, so why wouldn’t you do the same?)

You don’t bat an eye when the carriage arrives again, standing stationary outside the palace. If anything, you figure it’s Leona coming back for some sort of official business, or at least that’s what you thought before the palace staff starts to whisper your name.

Your luggage, much like Leona’s exactly one year ago, is crammed into the entryway of the palace before you know it.

You’re in a daze the whole trip, painfully aware that you’re sixteen now, going to Night Raven College, you’re growing up more and more and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

But there’s also excitement, laced with a fair share of anxiety.

You’re going to see Leona again.

And this time, you two will be equals.

It’s the most difficult thing, composing yourself before you’re sorted by the mirror. It’s even more difficult keeping your head straight and not whirling around the room, looking for a pair of green eyes and a lazy, flicking tail. It’s even more difficult not to acknowledge the thrill that jolts through you when your name is called, knowing that Leona heard it, wherever he is in the room.

“Soft hearted herbivores like you would end up in Octavinelle.”

You hope, wherever you end up, you can be close to him like always.

-> leona's napping buddies . . . @vivigoesinsane @dove-da-birb

[peppermintquartz]

8x04 Coda: Home Again

-

"Hey honey, I'm home," Tommy sings out from the door.

Evan bursts out from the study, eyes wide and a huge, disbelieving smile on his face. "Tommy!" He runs right up to his boyfriend and hugs him, before planting a big, wet kiss on his mouth, his hands already shoving his bag off his shoulder and rucking his shirt out of his jeans.

Laughing into the enthusiastic welcome, Tommy says, "Easy there, tiger, what's the rush? Also, I'm sorry I missed all the excitement."

"Chimney tranked a tiger today!" Evan says, reluctantly releasing Tommy from his embrace, though he doesn't let go of Tommy's wrists. "He rappelled down to the window of an apartment and tranked it. It was so awesome."

"An actual tiger."

"Uh-huh."

"In an apartment."

"Yup."

Tommy blows out his cheeks. "Aw man, that woulda been a fun call." All he's got was a seminar on updated fire suppression tactics

"Right?" Evan kisses him again, gentler and sweeter. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? It's still a little early for dinner, but I know you hate flying commercial, and I bet you haven't eaten on your flight-"

"Baby, Evan, relax. Come here, let me hold you." Tommy hugs his boyfriend and burrows his face into Evan's shoulder. He smells of Tommy's shower gel and shampoo, and he recognizes the jacket and T-shirt. It's good to know Evan missed him as much as Tommy himself did. "It's so good to be home again."

Evan returns the hug, his lips seeking out the soft spot under Tommy's ear. He mumbles, "...this is so much better than Gerrard's."

Tommy must have misheard. He pulls back and frowns at Evan. "What did you say?"

"Uh, this is so much better than Gerrard's?"

What?

"What?"

Evan flushes. "Well, I told you about how I tackled him and he thinks I saved him, and that, um, somehow translated to me being his favorite? Which I really don't want to be? And he hugged me and thanked me? And... Well. He touches me. All the time." He looks miserable, his lower lip sticking out in a pout.

Tommy likes to think he's pretty even-keeled. He's seen how destructive anger can be, so he keeps a tight rein on his own temper. So he is entirely Not Incandescent with Fury at the thought of that decrepit motherfucker laying a single finger on his man.

"Evan. I'm gonna kill him," he says, in a completely non-murderous tone. He is Entirely Rational about this. "Tomorrow. I'm gonna kill him tomorrow."

"What? No, I didn't mean, no, not like creepy touch. Just, uh, uncomfortable. I think he thinks it's... fatherly? Which, I totally do not want." Evan shudders.

Gerrard will be buried in a hole with fire ants and roaches and scorpions. In the middle of the desert. Maybe the killer bees are still around. Tommy will lure them to the desert where Gerrard will be buried and spray him with that perfume.

"He... He took me golfing."

Tommy holds Evan more tightly. "Yeah, I'm gonna kill him. Painfully."

"Honey, we're not married, we wouldn't be able to have conjugal visits when you're in jail." Evan kisses him, rubbing up and down his back soothingly. "And I would rather you direct all that energy and passion to better uses."

Taking a long, deep breath, Tommy rests his forehead against Evan's. "Better uses?"

"Like... how about, showing me what you missed about me?" Evan asks shyly, sliding his hands to Tommy's waist and tugging on his belt. He catches his lower lip in his teeth. "I know I'd rather do that..."

His boyfriend is so smart and full of bright ideas. Tommy licks his lips. "Yeah. Let's do that instead."

[schrodingers-romy]

Heaven Works on Borrowed Time [Karasu Tabito x Reader]

Pairings: Karasu Tabito x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1200 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Two people escaping an office party have a first meeting under the stars

Warnings: no gendered pronouns/language used for reader, reader doesn't like their job and is kinda bitter about it, discussion of the fermi paradox, karasu-typical tacky nickname, pre-relationship

Notes: very pointless little convo between crow boy and reader but I thought it was fun. title from fermi paradox by avenged sevenfold bc i think i'm funny

You sighed into the night air, relaxing as the late breeze cooled your heated face. Office parties sucked. You were glad you were able to sneak away from you drunk, overly friendly coworkers, and find yourself some peace.

Your jaw had just finished unclenching when the door behind you clicked open, bringing with it a rush of sound from the party inside before it swung back shut.

So much for your peace.

“Didn’ know anyone else was out here. Hope ya don’t mind me intrudin’,” said the newcomer.

“’S fine,” you said, even if you wanted to scream a little.

You recognized the voice; Karasu Tabito, who worked on the floor above you as part of the company’s legal department. You never really interacted with him, aside from including him in a few email chains; if you didn’t know he was friends with Otoya Eita, you wouldn’t have an opinion on the man at all. However, considering you did know Otoya (both by his reputation for dating or hooking up with half of the office and cheating on at least an unlucky third of them, and because he tried to hit on you during your first joint meeting), your opinion on Karasu leaned towards the negative. Still, you didn’t need any more rumors of your snappishness circulating, so you didn’t kick up a fuss at sharing the balcony with him. You would be making your excuses to leave soon anyways; you had been there for over an hour, which was enough to say you had socialized.

Ignoring the man who had sidled up beside you, you blinked up at the sky. The city didn’t have the greatest clarity, but letting your eyes adjust for a moment revealed a splattering of the brightest stars, visible against the deep purple of the heavens. You wished you were in the countryside, where it was so pitch-dark that you could see all the constellations, and the pale, cloudy arm of the milky way as it stretched above you. Where the air was clear, and you were away from the nagging voices of your coworkers and the ambient, unsleeping, anxious hum of the city. But instead, you were stuck at a shit job you were overqualified for, with officemates you barely tolerated most days, just because you were too apathetic to try for anything better.

You slumped against the railing. You should’ve stayed home.

“Hey,” came the deep voice once more. “Ya okay over there?”

You turned to look at him, your cheek pillowed in the crook of your arm as you squinted up at him. His expression was fairly flat, but his eyes seemed honest enough, so you replied. Albeit sarcastically. “I’m doing awesome, man. I love it here.”

He snorted, lip twitching up into a small smirk. “I can see that. Yer jus’ the life of the party, huh?”

“Yup.” You turned away from him, your gaze returning to the stars.

“I woulda thought otherwise, what with how ya were staring up at the sky like ya were prayin’ for aliens ta come and abduct you.”

A sharp bark of laughter escaped you. “Where did you pull that from? Big alien believer yourself?”

“Not any more than’s logical.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued. “And how much is logical?”

He moved closer, leaning against the railing so he could more easily catch your eyes. The indigo of his irises caught the light, and, for a second, you thought he was rather pretty. “I mean, it stands ta reason, statistically, that we’re not alone out there.”

“Don’t you think we would have some evidence of alien life, if there was any?” you asked, sardonically. “Statistics aren’t always accurate, or comprehensive.”

Karasu doesn’t seem off put by your tone, smirking right back at you without a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “Have ya ever heard of the Fermi Paradox?”

“Of course. I’m quite partial to the great filter theory, myself.”

“Do ya think the filter is behind us or ahead of us?”

You stared up at the sky with a frown on your face. “Ahead. I hope civilization hits a wall soon. I’m tired.”

He let out a laugh like a raven’s cackle. “Well aren’tcha a bright spot of sunshine? Personally, I think they’re out there, jus’ watchin’ us.”

“Why?”

“’T’s what I woulda done.”

“Ooh, alien civilization observer Karasu. You’d need a better title than that though, right now it sounds a bit voyeuristic.”

“Tabito.”

You turned back to look at him. “Huh?”

“Ya can call me Tabito.”

You studied him for a moment. The strangely gelled shape of his hair reflected the starshine like an oil slick, and the light seemed to drip down his face and settle into the amused wrinkles at the corners of his bright eyes. He was overly familiar with you, accent and tone breaking down any sort of professional distance, but you found that you, oddly enough, didn’t mind. It was refreshing to talk to someone so frank, who didn’t take your bluntness for an attack. Instead, he seemed…amused by you. (Charmed, even, if you were being wistful.)

“Sure. Tabito,” you said, before offering up your own name in return. You ignored the little flicker of something in your chest at hearing it repeated back at you in his deep voice.

“So, what was that about voyeurism?...”

You glanced away, a little flustered but unwilling to surrender. “I stand by it. Secretly observing a different intelligent species sounds weird as fuck, actually. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Aw, wouldn’t ya want ta observe me if I was ‘n intelligent species? No? ‘M hurt, truly.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say, ‘Maybe I would if you were an intelligent species.’ But something in you held back from using one of your typical snappish replies. Instead, you said, “Well. Perhaps I would make an exception. For you. Maybe.”

His smile was so big that it caused his eyes to form crescents. “Aw, that’s so sweet of ya, little storm cloud.”

Your nose crinkled. “Storm cloud? I thought I just gave you name privileges.”

“Ya just reminded me of one, tha’s all. Gloomy. And fluffy.”

“Fluffy?”

“On the inside.”

“Sure, Tabito.”

The two of you are silent for a moment, soaking in the relative peace of the little balcony you’ve found yourselves on. The stars continued to glitter overhead, with more and more peeking through the gloom of the night sky as time ticked past.

“Do ya need someone ta walk ya home?” he asked.

You didn’t. “Sure.”

-

Unlike his friend, Tabito was the perfect gentleman when he brought you home, leaving with nothing more than a good night and a cheeky salute. You wouldn’t have invited him in, not on a first meeting. But. You had a feeling that you might not be so unwilling after getting to know him better.

The next morning, there was a book sitting on your desk. With it, a note: “For my little storm cloud, to borrow. Tell me your opinion on it, I’m sure it’ll be interesting ;)” Hell. Maybe you didn’t want to believe the great filter was ahead; maybe life should continue on. It wasn’t all bad.

[venomsrealgf]

Hazard x Reader - You little Gommy

first tumblr post!!! need more fics of him omg pls 1.1k words fluff!! sorry scotland if i fucked up ur language - The quiet atmosphere was deafening, a place usually so full of laughter and talking, suddenly turned to the complete opposite. Everyone in the gang had left to steal a high tech weapon from the Oasis. Well, everyone but her. She stared at the ceiling, the bed creaking a little bit as she moved. Her eyes wandered across the whole room, going through every little detail as if she had never been there before. Boredom can really make a person mad huh?  Her eyes looked through the photos they had taken together as a family. Some of them only have certain people and so on. Her eyes lingered on the picture of her and Findlay, well he is better known as Hazard. She slowly got up from the bed, walking towards the counter and staring at the holographic picture. In the picture they both stared at the camera smiling widely as he held it up, she remembered when they took this photo. It took him so long to figure out how to press one button and she couldn’t stop laughing at him. Such a small thing had such a big impact on her memories. She couldn’t help but let a small smile form on her face as she remembered A sudden sharp pain however had that smile wipe away. She let out a loud groan, her hand immediately flying to hold her side. Oh right, she had gotten hurt during action in their last mission. A guard sneaked up to her and landed a very mean punch to her side, bruising the whole side. Yeah the guard had some sort of knuckle braces or something, was a hard hit anyway. She could remember being so scared that her ribs had been busted, or that the braces had gone deep into her skin, good thing it was none of that. Ribs just got bruised a lot, very painful. She cursed to herself as she tried heading back to bed, only for the pain to strike her back two times worse now. She could only stand still, holding her side, even if touching it wasn’t the best idea either. She leaned on the counter, keeping her balance, waiting for the stronger pain to pass. It was at that moment she heard the faint muffled noise of an engine coming closer and closer. It must be the gang! FUCK! They couldn’t see her out of the bed, she tried to walk forward, pushing through the pain. The quick movements made everything worse, one bad move caused her to twist in a bad way and she fell down onto her knees, fighting against her angry tears. She felt so fucking useless like this. She heard the heavy door to their hideout open, bringing with it loud laughter and quick chatter. One of the voices really stood out to her, Hazard. “We really tore tha' place down ay?!” He laughed, his heavy Scottish accent so intoxicating to her. “You really scared us there for a moment champ.” BoomSlang said, shaking her head as if disappointed even though a smile rested on her face. “Ah! You woulda’ done the same if you were in my place.” He chuckled, giving her back a few pats before walking past all of them. “‘Right. I'm gonna head to bed, don’t do ‘nothin stupid without me!” He waved his hand before disappearing down the hall Hazard walked further from the laughter and chatter of his friends, his steps confident and full of energy. His mind was racing, thinking about everything that happened today. One thing he knows for sure though is that he feels fucking awesome and that he cannot wait to embrace his little darling.

He neared his room and as he finally stopped in front of the door he listened for a moment. Considering there was light coming from the small crack below the door and if she was doing something, but he couldn’t hear anything, perhaps she was still sleeping and recovering. He smiled to himself, opening the door slowly. He was not expecting to see her on the floor on her knees holding her side, trying to lift herself up. “Whadda’ ya doin bonny??!” He said a bit urgently, rushing to her side. “I’m sorry Lay’... I just don't know. I was looking at the pictures, completely forgetting my predicament.” She sighed, looking up at him. “You little gommy. Let’s get ya back to bad ‘right?” He said softly, carefully maneuvering his cybernetic arms to not hurt her. “Thank you..” She mumbled, accepting his gentle help. Once he had her safely tucked under the covers he sat down on the side of the bed, the mattress sinking a bit under her weight. He turned his head over his shoulder, staring at her. She stared back, captivated by his pretty eyes, her cheeks burning up a bit. He chuckled, turning himself around a bit more, so that his whole upper body was now in her line of sight. “Aye.. ya know you can always ask for help right?” He smiled at her, using his left hand to caress her cheek lovingly. “Just don’t wanna be a bother to you…” She mumbled, leaning her head into his palm. “You could neva’ bother me ya numpty. I love you after all don’t i?” He chuckled. She blushed at his words, she had been together with him long enough to figure out some of the slang he used when referring to her or other people. Right now he called her a lovable moron, some people could get offended but they loved lovingly insulting each other, just part of their love language really.

“Alright, you get some sleep yeah? Otherwise yer gonna miss that beauty sleep of yous.” Hazard said, about to get up from the bed to give her some alone time, only to be stopped by a hand quickly latching onto his wrist. She winched a little bit at the sudden movement again, but nothing was going to stop her from speaking her mind. “Wait, please. Could you.. stay with me hun..? I just.. I don't wanna sleep alone, and I need your company..” She asked quietly.

“You know I could neva’ say no to you.” He slowly and carefully climbed into the bed, thankful he had switched out his gun for his other cybernetic arm so that it would be less uncomfortable for her to sleep on. She smiled at him, and snuggled up beside him, his body a walking furnace, she felt so safe and warm beside him. He stared down at her, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her nerves. She looked up at him and motioned for him to lean down a bit which he did. Her lips slowly landed on his, giving him a long kiss goodnight. “Sleep well lassie.” “You too dummy.” - I TRIED!!! Please hazard lovers request stories so i stay motivated

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Beach Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: When it comes to the open seas, count me in～! Me and Stitch're gonna totally tear up the place! (Stitch: Hup, hyah!)

Summon Line: I don't get how we just opened up a book and popped out on a deserted island. On top of that, there's this super weird creature here, too... This is awesome!

Groooovy!!: Stitch, whaddya wanna do next? There's no way I can get bored if I'm hangin' with you. (Stitch: Ahaha, ehehe!)

Home: Let's go, Stitch! (Stitch: Ye!)

Swap Looks: Haaaah～ It's hooot.

Home Idle 1: The Beach Dash is one of 'em exercises here on land, huh. Sounds like it takes a ton of moxie, so I think I'll get Crab-chan to do it.

Home Idle 2: I went diving for some fish. Now all that's left to do is get Goldfish-chan angry and fired up so we can use his magic to grill it to perfection～

Home Idle 3: Devilfish-chan's hyped up way more than normal. Can't tell who's supposed to be the upperclassman here at all.

Home Idle - Login: Oh, I'm obviously gonna have a blast on a deserted island I've never seen before! Stitch, if ya find somethin' good, let me know. (Stitch: Yeaaah!)

Home Idle - Groovy: I feel like I've seen that Gantu guy somewhere before… Ah, yeah, he looks like a shark that I ran into on a sunken ships once.

Home Tap 1: I wonder what space is like. There's a ton of scary things out there, so maybe exploring space next would be cool after I'm done bein' on land.

Home Tap 2: This place is waaay different from what I'm used to back home, from the color of the sky to the creatures that're livin' here. Even if ya say it's all one ocean, every little thing's completely alien.

Home Tap 3: I guess sandals ain't actually half bad. I can probably coordinate my look by changin' up what anklets I wear and nail polish I use, too.

Home Tap 4: I never really got why people wore clothes when swimming, but I actually really like this flashy getup!

Home Tap 5: What're you goin' on about now? If you keep on bein' all noisy like that, Stitch might have somethin' to say about it.

Home Tap - Groovy: Good thing we all landed on this deserted island. If we were all thrown into the stormy seas, there's nothing you guys woulda been able to do, right?

Duo: [FLOYD]: Let's see which of us is stronger, Goldfish-chan～ [RIDDLE]: I have no intention of playing along with you, Floyd.

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[angelatmidnight1]

A Helping Hand

A/N: This is just a self-indulgent fic I'm using as a springboard for another one. I'm in a Gale/Karlach/Astarion high right now. I'll get back to requests as soon as I can, and I hope you like the story!

Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.

Pairing- Starts with Gale x Karlach (platonic, ler!Gale and lee!Karlach), and ends with Gale, Karlach, and Astarion (platonic, ler!Karlach, ler!Astarion, and lee!Gale).

Word Count- 2,532.

Warnings- Situated in Act 3 so potential for spoilers, also tickling and swearing.

Gale finally shows Karlach how to cast Mage Hand, another avenue of touch, and she’s thrilled by the doors it opens up. He invites her to explore touch with him and doesn’t account for her using it for more playful, nefarious reasons, like tickling. And, just when it couldn’t get any more chaotic, Astarion invites himself in on the fun, too…

“That’s it, Karlach. Try the incantation again.”

Gale spoke from behind the tiefling after he guided her hands into the right position. She was very warm to the touch, but touching her didn’t burn. Her engine was a source of curiosity for him ever since she’d joined the party way back when. But, instead of indulging that curiosity, he’d promised to show her how to cast Mage Hand. Karlach had gotten the incantation down more or less. He just had to make sure she had her hands in the right place. Magic was just as much a physical thing as a verbal one in Gale’s experience. 

Karlach rigidly held her hands in position and repeated the incantation. “Veniam Iuva Me..” Her eyes brightened when the spectral hand emerged in front of her. “I got it!”

“Excellent,” Gale smiled. “Now, with a flick of the wrist, or a thought even, the hand will do as you command. You can pick things up, throw them, push the unfortunate goblin to their death…”

Karlach wasn’t fully listening; instead, she flexed and curled her fingers, and the mage hand mirrored her. “Yeah. Woulda been nice to have one of these when I got back to the Sword Coast.” She replied. “At least I’d have been able to touch something..”

She guided the hand across the Elfsong Tavern and picked up a tankard. She brought it back over to her and took a sip of the ale, exhaling deeply. “Aw, man. A girl could get used to this..”

Gale chuckled and picked up his own glass of wine. “Learning cantrips are only the beginning of a lifelong journey with magic. Cheers to taking that first step.”

Karlach happily clinked her tankard with his glass. She took another sip, her eyes sparkling with genuine wonder and curiosity. “So, I can touch anything with this hand, right?”

“Most things,” he corrected. “The mage hand can take damage just as our own. So, you couldn’t grab, say, the blade end of a sword. But you could wield said sword as an extension of yourself. It’s very handy in that regard.”

“Gods, the puns.” Karlach snickered. “And yeah, I’ll be sure to have one of these around when we beat the Absolute’s ass. But uh, I was thinking more along the lines of being able to, you know, hold someone’s hand? Maybe caress a face or two?”

“Of course. Here, if you’d like, you can explore the mage hand’s capabilities with me.” He finished his wine and stood in front of her. He extended his own hand. “I’m more than willing to offer myself as a test subject in the pursuit of knowledge.”

“Really? That’d be awesome!” Karlach brought the hand to Gale’s, palm to palm. She interlocked her fingers and the mage hand, as well as Gale, followed suit. “Thank you, Gale.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Gale allowed Karlach to explore his hand with the spectral one, watching it stroke across his fingers. The barbarian hummed in thought and moved further up his arm. 

“So, what does this feel like?” She asked, moving the touches up to his wrist. “Doesn’t beat the real thing I suppose. But it is nice to have options.”

“Well, it’s very similar to the touch of another, minus the warmth of course.” Gale turned his palm towards the floor so she could go up his arm. “Maybe it is a lighter touch, too. Almost feather like..”

“Yeah?” When she reached his upper arm, she curled the fingers on the mage hand, gently squeezing into his skin. Gale fidgeted a little bit and exhaled through his nose. She raised a brow. “What? That doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, quite the opposite, actually.” He chuckled. “Bit ticklish is all.”

“Huh.” Karlach hummed again, continuing to kneading into his upper arm. She smiled. “I didn’t really pick you as the ticklish type, with you being all proper and scholarly and whatnot.”

“Y-Yehehes, well…” Gale chuckled a bit more and tugged at his arm, but the mage hand held strong. After a few more attempts, Gale managed to get his arm free. “I can say with confidence that ticklishness doesn’t have a face. Why, even the strongest warriors can be—hey!”

 Instead of going for his arms again, Karlach brought the mage hand towards his torso, prodding into his side. Gale again jumped away from the ticklish touch and giggled louder. He backpedaled and wrapped a protective arm around his torso. “Now, Karlach,” he warned. He suddenly felt a bit playful and grinned. “Choose your next actions carefully. Should you try to tickle me again, I will have no choice but to retaliate.”

He stepped further away from her, his hands glowing with magic. Karlach followed after him, snickering. 

“Oh really?” Karlach challenged, returning the grin. “Heh, I’d like to see you try!”

Somewhere else in the tavern, sitting on his bed, was Astarion. His brow was knitted together in concentration as he sewed up a split seam on a shirt. Not his shirt, but Wyll’s. Now that they were back in Baldur’s Gate, Astarion believed looking the part was a high priority. He wouldn’t stand for his companions walking around in tattered clothes. Ideally, he’d find a clothing merchant and just steal their stuff, but he was willing to pace himself. He flinched when there was a sudden roar of laughter, Karlach’s laughter, and he grumbled under his breath. Did she always have to be so damn loud?

“Karlach, can you keep it down?” He called sharply. He refused to look up from what he was doing; he was nothing if not a perfectionist when it came to sewing. “Some of us have important things to do, and I need to concentrate.”

But instead of quieting down, Karlach’s laughter only got louder. A thud accompanied this wild laughter, and Astarion’s patience waned. He got up with a heavy sigh, putting his work on his end table. Then, he followed the source of the racket. 

When he got to the next room, Karlach was prone on the floor, laughing her head off. Gale sat beside her with a smug smirk. Karlach’s mage hand was gone, and there was a purple aura emanating off of her: Gale’s variation of a Hold Person spell. Instead of completely immobilizing her, she was able to squirm around, though she didn’t get very far. The first place he squeezed was her hips, a terribly ticklish spot, and he was still kneading into them when Astarion entered the room. 

“I warned you,” Gale was saying as he skittered his fingers across her torso. He honed in on her sides, and her loud laughter calmed into not as loud giggles. “We could’ve handled this civilly, but you forced my hand!”

Karlach squealed and wrestled with Gale’s hands, but her laughter had weakened her, and she was honestly having a blast. “Fahahahaha! I-I’ll gehehehet youhuhuhu bahahack! Youhuhuhu juhuhust wahahait!” 

“Unlikely,” Gale snickered. “But I do admire your resolve.”

That’s when he summoned another mage hand and used it to poke at her ribs. Karlach’s frantic giggling mingled with snorts. Astarion fondly shook his head as he watched from afar. 

“Having fun, darlings?” Astarion soon spoke over Karlach’s laughter. He stepped further into the room. He was initially annoyed,  but Karlach’s laugh was highly contagious. He had to expend a good deal of effort not to giggle along with her. “I was wondering why Karlach was laughing so hard. I figured someone told a joke, fell on their arse maybe. But no, you’re just…tickling her. Adorable I suppose, but why?”

Gale looked up, joining the mage hand in pinching and scritching over Karlach’s ribs. She yelled and rolled from one side to the other, trying to dodge the hands. “Because I made the generous offer to teach her a spell, and she decided to turn on me,” he explained.. “I responded in turn by giving her a taste of her own medicine.” 

“So I see,” Astarion hummed. “Well, I’d tell you two to keep it down, but that’s impossible with her hyena call. Maybe you’d like a hand?”

“NAAHAHOHOHO!” Karlach protested, shrieking when Gale’s hand jumped to her armpit. She immediately brought her arms down, trapping his hand, and her laughter went up two octaves. Gale continued to wriggle his fingers along her armpit, but having her arms down didn’t make it easy for him. He sent the mage hand to wrestle with her arm to try and pull it up. Gale regarded Astarion with a quick glance, nodding. 

“I certainly won’t turn down the help—”

“Not you, Gale.” Astarion scoffed. He walked towards the duo. “Why, our poor fiery friend is in stitches, and you have the advantage of having literal magic at your fingertips. Helping you wouldn’t even begin to even the playing field..”

 Gale’s gaze snapped back to the spawn. He halted his tickle attack, giving Karlach a break. “Now hang on, I wasn’t the one that started this.”

“But you are the one indirectly causing the noise, in a manner of speaking.” Astarion stepped with a purpose towards them. “I couldn’t even sew in peace.”

“That hardly seems fair!” Gale protested. Since he spent a lot of effort keeping Karlach in place and now had his sights on Astarion, both his concentration and his spell slots waned. That didn’t stop him from popping up from the floor and pointing a warning finger at him. “Don’t you dare, Astarion!”

Karlach  wrapped both arms around her torso as they bickered. She didn’t mind tickling in the slightest, but Gale wasn’t going to weasel his way out of her well deserved revenge. Especially when she now had a partner in crime. While she was laying on the floor, she grabbed a fistful of the end of Gale’s robe and pulled him down with her. Gale screamed and, before he knew it, Astarion was on him, too. 

“Get him!” Karlach shouted, easily tangling the wizard up in her arms. Astarion smirked and knelt beside them. He waited until she pulled his arms over his head to poke into his sides. Gale flinched and tried to lean away from the poke, but he only leaned further into Karlach’s arms.

“Nohoho no no! AhAHah! Wahahait!” Gale yelped and squirmed as Astarion continued to prod into his sides, his frantic giggles already threatening to jump to laughter. “Two against one is nohohot fahahir!”

“Who said anything about fair?” Karlach grinned and clawed her way down his forearm until she could burrow into his exposed armpits. Gale bucked and giggled harder, trying and failing to bring his arms back down. “Nope, you’re not getting out of this one, Gale.”

Astarion climbed on top of Gale’s kicking legs, fingertips fluttering into his sides with more purpose. The wizard twisted from one side to the other, but his fingers stayed on him. “You really thought I’d help you? And end up on the receiving end of Karlach’s fury?” Astarion snickered. “No, my dear. Unlike you, I know how to pick battles that I can win, haha.”

“Y-Youhuhu opportunhistic leehehehehech!” Gale squealed and curled in on himself when Karlach circled her thumbs along the outer curve of his armpits. The barbarian smirked, following the curve of his back and ending with swipes of her claws at the back of his ribs. Gale yelled and jerked forward, only to press his back into her chest when she kept scribbling. 

“Where ya goin’~?” She giggled. She let go of his arms for the moment so that she could use both hands to attack his rib cage. Gale immediately brought his arms to his sides and batted at her wrists. 

“Awahahahay frohohohom youhuhuhu!” He yelped and squeezed at her wrists when she tickled faster. “KAhahahaha! Lehehehet mehehehe gohohoho!”

In truth, Gale enjoyed tickling every now and again. It’s not something he’d go around talking about, but he definitely appreciated a good laugh. But Karlach and Astarion together were probably the most mischievous ticklers on the Sword Coast. If anything, they fed off of each other’s skills. Astarion had the dexterous fingers and teasing taunts, and Karlach had the strength and boundless energy. Together, they left Gale a laughing mess.

“Why? We’ve only just started,” Astarion teased, gently pinching the sides of his stomach. Gale jolted and belted out a laugh. Astarion did it again, earning another frantic laugh, and he grinned knowingly. Gale’s arms flailed as he tried to grab the spawn’s hands. 

“NOHOHO AHASTAHARION!” Gale wrestled with his hands, now full-on laughing. Astarion clicked his teeth as he tried to keep tickling his tummy. He gave Karlach an expectant look. 

“Ahem, little help here?” He asked, having to halt his tickle attack in favor of trying to move Gale’s hands. Karlach stopped tickling his ribs and reached over both men’s arms.

“Right, I’ve got ‘im.” She looped her larger arms around Gale and drew him back into her chest. Gale continued to squirm until his arms were trapped under hers.

“Thank you,” Astarion chuckled. He smirked at the wizard in front of him and made a big show of flexing his fingers. “Now, where were we?”

He put one hand on Gale’s tummy and Gale flinched again, nervously giggling. 

“Nohohot thehehre…” Gale jumped again and squealed when the spawn flexed his fingers. “AHAhastariohohon! Anywhehehre buhuhut thehehehre!”

“My, so sensitive..” Astarion continued to gently flex his fingers against Gale’s tummy, chuckling more at his squeals and cackles. “I’m hardly touching you. Our resident wizard is just a magical bundle of nerves, isn’t he?”

“Sure is,” Karlach grinned. “But hey, who said you’re gettin’ all of the fun?” She readjusted her hold on Gale, now using one arm to keep him against her chest. She joined Astarion in squeezing and poking into Gale’s tummy, and his loud laughter echoed throughout the tavern. 

Astarion wrapped his legs around Gale’s to not get thrown off but, even then, he almost went flying. Karlach laughed along with Gale as she alternated between the side of his stomach and just above his hip. 

“Gods, I love your laugh,” she giggled. “It’s so fuckin’ cute.” Despite her strength, even Karlach had to make sure she didn’t let go of him. Gale bucked and cackled in her hold.

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHON’T TIH-AHAHA! AHAHA!” Gale struggled to get a full sentence out; he could only laugh himself silly as he leaned into Karlach’s shoulder. 

Eventually, the duo eased off of him. Karlach let go of his arms, and Astarion slowed his tickles down to gentle pokes and stroking. Gale inadvertently slid down Karlach’s lap, finally able to bat at Astarion’s hands.

“Plehehease, truhuhuce…” He gasped, sighing with relief once Astarion finally stopped. The spawn snickered.

“Alright, alright, I’ve had my fun. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of our mutual friend.” Astarion patted Gale’s stomach and climbed off of his legs. Once he was gone, Karlach pulled the wizard up into a seated position, holding him close.

“No hard feelings, right Gale?” She asked, rubbing her warm hands over his torso. Gale exhaled and shook his head. 

“Not at all. I believe we settled our score,” He replied, leaning further into her warmth. “Astarion, on the other hand…” 

[jessconsumesmedia]

CBS Ghosts 4x08 and 4x09

Hello so this is gonna be Two parts because the episode was two parts so get ready to listen to me twice (I mean or not that is fine too) (HI THIS IS SO LATE I KEEP WRITING ON IT AND THEN GETTING BUSY!)

Also they are not broken up by episode they are broken up by storyline cause I’m pretty sure like most of the next post will be me freaking about H-money snippets.

Tis the season to freak the fuck out about fictional characters :)

Festive spoilers ahead

Ok so quick overview I fucking loved this episode. Like genuinely it had so much going on and it scratched a very specific itch in my little tv fueled brain.

Sassapis is a 500 Year Old Virgin

Awesome actually that’s what I figured. I kinda love the idea that he is ace and just is not a fan. Thor tried so hard to keep his secret he really did he doesn’t really know how relationships actually work. He also really did not need to add that whole still a virgin after death he really coulda just left it and flower probably woulda forgot lol. Flower also does not know how relationships work so her saying he had to tell her was a bit rough but I am glad that we keep seeing parts of these characters that show how grey they really are. CAROL I genuinely love how insane she is like when we see her she makes me giggle like a mad woman so her being like “you can’t handle this” like that woman is a FREAK. And you know what good for her. (I also kinda hate her cause she’s terrible but it’s like fun hate)

SASS AND THOR ARE BEST FRIENDS I WILL SOB. It stands to reason that Thor would have learned Lenape but having the confirmation is lovely. I really enjoyed that they were like little toddlers yes in fact I do want to go see a moose carcass we’re besties now. It is so sweet.

Double Possession/Sam and the Core Four

Oh my god. Rose’s Nancy impression is probably like one of the funniest and best impressions. Like she nailed it. It even sounds like her! The basement ghosts probably should have warned them they know they aren’t that smart but oh well. Nancy being the reason that Champa likes Sam is hilarious like she is actually going insane and that is what you like. I feel bad that Sam was excluded for so long but after she finally is I think she has a better chance at bonding. Rip the car though Nancy was really not very nice for that. Jay telling his mom to chill and try to be mean is very wife guy of him. I’m probably forgetting things now cause it’s been a few days but I really loved that Sam got added and I love that we met Jays family (also his full first name is Jayanth idk why I just automatically assumed it was just Jay but it’s a very good name) and now this post is incredibly long so I am going to stick Jays relationship to his dad in part two lol.

Also absolutely crazy random tangent but I just learned Hetty’s middle name is Eleanor and I just like that.

Anyway part two will exist sometime soon hopefully but I am also going on a study abroad trip for like two weeks so I will be very busy. So idk

Here’s a picture of Trevor that I think is funny

-Jess 💖

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Uncle Carmy

I've seen people lapidating Carmy because he didn't give a fuck about Nat's baby.

Well, we don't know that.

And jumping to that conclusion seems a little harsh and UNFAIR if you ask me (apparently bc he yelled at Syd he's now the devil incarnated and I bet that if he woulda been nice to her, but just as shitty as he was to everyone else, you woulda looked the other way and understood him -AWESOME! You're very kind! Never change!-). But then again, that's all most people have been doing with Carmy since June 27. So... I guess I should have seen it coming.

This is what I saw.

What we do know:

His phone and everyone else's were in the locker.

The next day, or whenever mom, dad & baby were back home and Syd paid them a visit, Carmy was at his place drawing and reminiscing his Copenhagen days, also thinking about The Bear's menu (to get Syd her bullshit star because that's all he thinks about), because he was looking for inspiration in those books. We don't know if he had already talked to Nat or to Pete or if he showed up at the hospital before Nat was discharged at some point, etc. Usually, if you have a natural birth you stay at the hospital 24 hours after delivery if everything is OK, longer if necessary for mom/baby. Also, we know that Donna was there and they haven't seen each other yet, according to Uncle Jimmy. This means that either Carmy coulda possibly have visited Nat and the baby at the hospital when Donna wasn't there, or that he didn't show up because he knew Donna was there and didn't consider that the best timing, as peace and love should be top priorities on those special occasions, so not dropping by to avoid Donna, was actually the most appropriate thing to do, postponing the visit to a more "convenient" Donna-free time. I kinda agree. When rooms get too crowded mom and baby get stressed out and if that crowd includes Donna and Carmy's tension, I actually prefer he didn't show up at the hospital at all. If that was the case, that was the most sensible thing to do.

Nat didn't seem mad at anyone when she sent the baby's pic to the group chat, which leads me to think that everything was A-OK with Uncle Carmy. She was fine. So thinking that Carmy had already showed up at the hospital or at her place once they were back home or even had a text or phone conversation with her to make sure they were ok and schedule a Donna-free visit, doesn't seem too much of a stretch. It's actually what usually happens in dysfunctional families.

My point is: The fact that they didn't show any of these potential scenarios and based on what they did decide to show 90% of the fandom decided to never give Carmy the benefit of the doubt or not even consider that maybe they didn't show a very plausible phone call or text or that Carmy actually was at Nat's place before or after Syd or even at the hospital, only shows how partial your way of watching the show is, and how much you guys miss for being partial. I'm not even gonna go over more serious topics like lack of compassion, empathy, open-mindedness, etc, because I have in previous posts, and even when I'm certainly not here for anyone's amusement but my own, it bores me to tears at this point to repeat the same stuff over and over. Ultimately you only see what you are prepared to see, so whatever I say or not is not gonna change that, and that's OK. But just so you know THERE IS A HUGE CHANCE that what's not on camera, may have happened anyway and we might find out about it later on and you may need to swallow your words reconsider your position taken against Uncle Carmy... Be aware.

[klutzymaiden123]

Have you read Helga G. Pataki: Hillwood's New Superhero? It's my Magical Girl AU where Helga is secretly the superhero that Arnold is in love with

As if my life hadn't already been difficult. I already had to watch the love of my life, Arnold, make goo-goo eyes at little Ms. Perfect while completely ignoring me. Now, I had to juggle school, keeping my feelings for him secret and battling evil dressed in a skimpy bathing suit, all the while keeping my lifestyle as a superhero from my nosey classmates.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Arnold said and when I looked, he was already smiling. It made the edges of his eyes crinkle.

I wanted to sigh.

Arnold thought I was speechless because of Blue Jay. Not because I’d . . . done that.

To be fair, this whole thing was bizarre. Downright fictional. Not only were aliens real, but apparently, so were superheroes. I should be happy that Arnold was choosing to focus on her and not—

Wait a minute.

I looked at him—really looked at him—and recognised something.

“Um, football head,” I said, cheeks already beginning to turn warm. “What do you actually think of this girl?”

It was not a smart choice to ask this. Because once I asked, then I would receive my answer. And depending on that answer, that could result in something either really okay, or really, really bad.

And that’s exactly what happened.

 “What do you mean?” he asked, cheeks dark, as he suddenly became unable to look me in the face.

The bad thing, that is.

Oh.

Oh, crud.

“Uh, not that you’re not justified or anything, because, um, wow, that was totally neat and awesome and—geeze, who woulda thought? Real life superhero and all, but um—” I cringed. Arnold had begun looking at me strangely. “Well, you’re only focusing on her and not, well, whatever that is and . . . you seem to kinda admire her . . .”

I trailed off because when I said those words, they flipped a switch. I suddenly could hear my words, imagine my face, from another perspective. Criminy, how I must have sounded. I was trying so hard to be casual, to be a cool girl who wasn’t really bothered. But it didn’t matter how I tried dressing it up. It was obvious what I was asking: do you have a crush on this girl?

And that wasn’t a cool, casual thing to ask.

“I, uh, yeah, I guess that’s right,” he cast his gaze to the park across from us. His eyes softened and the corners of his mouth lifted. “I don’t really . . . know what happened last night—no one does, despite what they say—but whatever it was . . . she saved us. She—Blue Jay—she protected us against that thing—whatever it was. And I . . . it’s hard not to admire that, y’know?”

I could tell you the moment that it was all over.

It wasn’t when he said those words, or even when his cheeks began turning red. It wasn’t his voice softening into a warm, pleasant sound. Not even the fact that he had become so enamoured with watching his video, that he didn’t hear anything around him unless it was blaring to get his attention. It was his eyes—they were soft, gentle. They had taken on that same look that he got whenever he watched Lila in the mornings. Like he was looking up at her, even when he towered over her. Like he was ready to dedicate so much of his time and life to making her smile. The tenderness that he felt became so strong that when his voice wrapped around her name, it pushed her so high, that she became his oath.

He looked at her like he looked at Lila, the girl he had a crush on.

Which meant that Arnold had a crush on Blue Jay.

Arnold had a crush on . . . me.

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Arnold was out, searching.

For Blue Jay.

He knew it was stupid—foolish. He shouldn’t expect to find someone like her, but he couldn’t help it. She made his head spin until he saw colours he had never experienced before. His chest would dissolve and collapse into a pool of sweltering heat that slid to the bottom of his stomach. He couldn’t explain why he was so affected by her. I mean, aside from the very obvious. He wasn’t blind, he obviously found her beautiful. She was beautiful, and strong and courageous. Whenever he thought of her, it burned a hole through his chest. But it wasn’t like her team—team, he could hardly believe that there were more of them now; he briefly wondered if any more would pop up—weren’t also that.

Lark was gorgeous and though Raven was a new edition, she had been caught a few times on camera and become a trending hashtag on twitter for days due to how fierce she was. They were obviously just as strong and as capable as Blue Jay was, but there was something specifically about their leader that kept his attention. Some had switched their fascination to the others, but his interests were pressed firmly onto her.

His mind brought him back to this morning, when someone had managed to capture a photo of Blue Jay. She had been handing a child to their weeping mother when someone must have called her name. She had turned to look past her shoulder and as her eyes had skimmed the crowds, the photo had been taken.

Thinking about it, Arnold swallowed.

She had been so beautiful.

The cold light had spun around her and as she had turned, it fanned across her curls. Her braid had been dishevelled and fallen down her shoulder. She mostly maintained a polite but guarded expression, but in that moment, in her surprise, her expression had become open. Blue was the stars burning in her stare. Her eyes were still hot and wild from the battle, but they no longer had that pressed look. It was like those crystal orbs had melted, if a little, but the light hadn’t yet gone out. There was still a luminescent glow that made everything around him turn to nothing.

He couldn’t describe it but when he looked at her, he became cold as ice while she stayed warm as a flame. She was just so dazzling, and it filled him with such hope that beckoned him toward her. He could imagine that a string had wrapped around and was pulling him after her. She was a contradiction, a puzzle he wanted to solve. She was seditious; there were laws that had to be obeyed but she went against every one of them.

Blue Jay was the most absurd thing in this town, and he loved watching every second of it.

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But Blue Jay . . .

Arnold wasn’t sure why he hung back like he had. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to turn up. She had disappeared and so should he. But something twisted in his chest when he thought about that. Because what if she came back? He wanted to see her again. She was a colour he had never experienced before. A sound he wanted to keep hearing. She had a tall and electrifying presence that stung the air and everything around him. She was beautiful and dazzling and . . .

And her eyes . . .

He couldn’t shake them from his mind. They had been carved into his head, something he couldn’t wash away from his memories. When she looked at you, it felt like shooting stars had you pinned to the spot. Electricity shot through you, but it didn’t hurt. It excited you. It excited him.

They stirred something in him. He didn’t know what. He wanted to chase after her to find out what.

He knew that he wasn’t different from anyone else. Everyone stared at her in awe. Of course they did, she was magnificent. Her presence enticed enchantment and beckoned everyone towards her. He couldn’t get that image out of his head when she had been walking towards them. It had felt like a scene from a movie that had been caught in slow motion. Light had rolled down her back and fanned out beneath her neck and shoulders like she was an angel. The wind had whipped her hair around her face, making it dance beneath her chin and over her chest. Her hair was a cascade of golden curls but when the light caught it, her strands were turned into gilded ringlets. She had looked like a goddess.

But then, she had looked at him and he felt like he had been struck with lightning.

Because her eyes—they were beautiful, but . . . there was something about them. Something that made him feel like he was taking part in a scene he had already experienced. That her presence, as beautiful and hazy as it made things, it wasn’t as foreign to him as it had felt before.

But why? What was making him feel like this?

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Green eyes found mine. 

I stopped and realised where I was sat.

Oh, no.

I had been so hasty in trying to make my escape that I hadn’t actually registered where the spare spot that I took was. Two rows behind from them. Gerald was rambling, having not noticed anything, but he had since shifted his position. He sat in his original seat, but Arnold had apparently switched, moving to the seat behind where he could sit with—ugh—Lila.

I forced my hands into my lap. I didn’t want anymore incidents. But come on, since when had she been here? I mustn’t have noticed that we had already stopped—which was ironic, considering how much better my senses had become since last night. I wanted to look away because I didn’t need for the knife to keep hammering into my chest. But I couldn’t wash away how close that they sat, how there was a natural forwardness that oozed from Arnold’s body. She seemed oblivious and listened to Gerald babble, nodding along as she soaked up his words. I couldn’t believe her, having Hillwood’s Adonis in the palm of her hand, and she didn’t even seem interested . . .

Hillwood’s Adonis who was looking at me.

I froze, finding that yes, that was true—Arnold’s eyes . . . they were on me. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know when. But his bright eyes were there, pinning me in my spot, and the space between his brows was furrowing. I smushed my bag to my chest, feeling self–conscious. Had he seen what had happened? I forced my eyes to stay away from the crushed seat bar. I didn’t want to unintentionally drag his attention there, in case he hadn’t actually noticed. But why else would he be looking in my direction?

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If you would like to read the full thing, you can check it out here!

[oncominggstorm]

troll, banshee, redcap and hydra :)

troll: for or against school uniform, and why?

Against. I find so many issues with uniforms. Firstly, the cost. Having to keep buying an 2nd set of clothes for a growing child to wear to school, separate from the clothes they wear at home? Just makes no sense to me, and I'm sure there are a lot of families who really struggle with this, or kids who are forced to keep wearing uniforms that they've outgrown because their parents can't afford a new one yet. Secondly, I just feel like forcing kids to wear stuff they may not like or be comfortable in is just like...kinda cruel? And detrimental to learning tbh. How can we expect kids to focus on math when they're distracted by how uncomfortable they feel in the clothes they're being forced to wear? Idk. I just don't like them lol.

banshee: name a definite dealbreaker in a relationship.

Honestly, not to be depressing on main but this was a lot harder to answer than I thought cuz I'm so desperate for someone to care about me that I'd probably ignore a lot of things I shouldn't. Hmmm. I guess just like, anything abusive? Lol idk.

redcap: when did you get into your current biggest hobby/interest?

I mean the REALLY current biggest interest for me rn is the Fosters lol. Which idk I probably started watching in 2013-2014 maybe? And then forgot about for several years, but now I'm back on my bullshit again lol 👍 But my MAIN biggest interest is Doctor Who, which I got in to sometime during the fall of 2011. And that was entirely thanks to tumblr's influence lol. I know for sure it was fall 2011 cuz I remember sitting in my dorm room (in a dorm that I only lived in for fall 2011) watching it when I was supposed to be doing homework. And someone in my dorm heard the theme song and put a note on my door inviting me to watch it with the campus sci-fi/fantasy club. But I did not go cuz I was too shy and nervous. I deffo regret that, it woulda been awesome to have some irl friends in college who liked Doctor Who

hydra: do you collect/have a lot of anything?

Hmmm not really? Well. I do have a large amount of crystals I suppose. But I don't really consider that collecting.

Thanks!! :)

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 16- Part 14

Okay, now we chase Borealis. I SAID GET BACK HERE, MISTER!

Street Rat moment? Oh, wait- is this gonna be the Street Rat from Obsidia Slums? The one Corey was talking with? Is that how Borealis’ identity is going to be revealed? 

…I mean, c’mon. Come on, I think we all know who Borealis is by now, right? His outfit is in broad daylight now, you can see the gray and purple! They’re not even trying to hide it anymore!

OH, SHOOT! It’s the officers we rescued! So that sidequest had even more payoff, that’s awesome! Gosh, this scene woulda been more awkward if I hadn’t found everyone, I’ll bet…unless it didn’t make a difference.

Nevermind, it completely made a difference! Haha! Hah…wow, really, what would have happened if we hadn’t found all the officers…?

But also- which Gym Leader? Florinia? She was also looking into Borealis alongside Amaria, wasn’t she?

Oh, it was just Amaria- okay, interesting! And smart, good on her!

Oh my gosh, this is literally a Scooby-Doo moment, I cannot believe this-

OH, I CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES! WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLY GUESSED!!?

…Over-the-top dramatics aside, even though I guessed this plot twist a while ago, I guess a part of me was still hoping it was just some red herring and Corey wasn’t secretly a Meteor all along. Because I kinda like Corey! He was one of the only characters to actually acknowledge how Xera literally almost died at the start of the game! He showed some sorta respect for her in the beginning!

There was something endearing about how he seemed to care about his job despite how morose he is! I didn’t want him to turn out to be a double agent, even if I thought he was shaped like a villain when I first saw him!

I mean, he’s got a point about that, evil Gym Leaders aren’t exactly new- just look at Giovanni and Team Rocket. At least I trusted him for his mannerisms and personality before I found out he was a former Gym Leader. Was that callow, too?? :'(

Do they have judges in the Pokémon world? I don’t remember seeing anything else of the justice system besides police officers, I’ve never even seen a single courthouse!

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[ordinariums-a]

Let's talk about MJ.

My only experience with MJ has been:

The Original Trilogy (ahaha.. yeah.)

Michelle Jones, MCU (awesome!! tf!)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Insomniac, also a badass)

I also have some experience from all you lovely RPers out there. However, TASM MJ was cut, which I absolutely hate! We can't even see her cutted scenes! And I'm pretty surer Shailene Woodley woulda knocked it out of the park and been one of my favourites.

All this to say, here's where I'm at with writing with MJs:

Let's do it. But let's do it from the beginning. I would absolutely love to see TASM!Pete fall in love again, but I also don't want to force it. They will inevitably have chemistry, so let's see it. Let's come up with interesting ways for them to meet, let them Clara-Oswald it and continuously meet to the point where it's like: oh its u again! tf?? Let it be silly, let it take time, let Peter go off and get kidnapped (imeanwhat) and then MJ realise how fuckin worried they were when they finally see Spider-Man's back again! Let MJ be a guy! Or a girl! Or non-binary or any other kind of whoever you want them to be! Let them clumsily bump into each other whilst MJ's waiting tables or working at a coffee shop or something and Peter go into a whole existential crisis! Let Peter give up and let MJ, with or without knowing it, help him out the rough patch. Let Peter save MJ when he's not in his costume and then play it off without them knowing. Let MJ really struggle between liking Peter and liking Spider-Man-- ANYWAY

I got carried away...

Give me a poke if you're up for this.

[thenocturnenarrator]

heheheheheheheeheheheheheh here is my school writing project it’s a work in progress atm sorry for the spelling errors and stuff

Faithless

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“…And i mean, have you seen them? ITheyre like nature’s little- Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, course i am.” I replied.

I don’t know why he chooses me of all people to talk to about bees. I’m barely interested. Still, it’s nice to hear him talk so passionately about something, especially while on the job.

Us Greens don’t end up in many fights, but when we do, we often lose. It’s honestly ridiculous that we ended up part of The Alliance. We woulda been a far easier target than the Blues, but who am i to judge. Im not really supposed to be on gate duty with my little brother but I’m replacing one of his teammates, who went missing a couple days ago, and we have yet to find.

The last place her tracker was seen was on the edge of the Red territory, and no one has the guts to go look for her. The Red are fierce soldiers, and we’d probably find her dead. Greusomeley, at the least. Last time someone was found, their eyeballs had been gouged out, and their teeth put in their eye sockets. I think they have fun with the corpses of their enemies, even though they aren’t really supposed to kill us as part of the Alliance. It’s on the verge of collapsing though, as the Gods are getting sick of it. After a long time of waiting around with, to nobody’s surprise, nothing happening, someone took over gate duty and me and my brother went to dinner. It was almost all vegetables, but they were cooked *really* well, almost as if there was a new-

“COOK! You look different. Really different. Wait a second, i didn’t think we were getting a new-“

“Are you enjoying the food? Is it good?” The new cook was short, with blonde medium length hair. I had never seen her before, except for maybe…

“Hey, doesn’t she look a bit like one of the Red fighters? a bit like Char-“ I leant over to whisper to my brother

“Well, have fun!” She quickly left, and moved to the next table. No idea why she was doing that.

“What were you saying?” My brother turned to me.

“I was saying, the cook looks a little bit like Charlotte. You know, that red soldier.”

“Well, yeah, a bit. And I don’t recognise her. Maybe we should talk to our superiors about it.”

“You know how hard it is to raise concerns with them. They don’t listen to anyone.”

“I guess you’re right.”

We left the cafeteria, and went to get some sleep before our next shift.

About halfway through our shift, I had an idea.

“What if we took off our uniforms, and changed into our normal clothes, and went out onto the field to start our OWN team?”

“Why would we- Hey maybe you have a point. Management for us is so strict, maybe its strict for everyone else too. And we wouldn’t have to bow to the gods, OH OH AND WE COULD GO LOOK AT THE BEES! Yeah, this is a great idea! But when should we start…”

“Tomorrow. They have the least people on at 9 in the morning. We could sneak out.”

“Right. This is an awesome plan!”

The next morning, we were almost caught by one of teammates.

“And where do you think you're going?”

“Crap-“

“And why are you headed to the gate?”

“Oh- Uhm- Hi Alice! We were just uhh-“

“And most importantly, can I come with you?”

Eventually, we ended up with her following us. Three of us, all leaving. The gate staff also joined us. Now we had no reason to be skeptical of our plan. Our awesome plan was working.

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After a couple months of being out on the field, we had a well-established fort in the forest; the no-man's land, and began calling ourselves the Faithless. The fort was made of old machinery and found resources. The structure resembled that of a castle, and was, in my opinion, far better than the main items forts, just like our team!. We ate at one big table, all, well, 30 of us. A sizeable amount of members, all fed up with their management, just looking for a reason to leave. No-one missed them, we think. We were steadily gaining members, not just through word of mouth, but we occasionally sent out scouts to the gates and front lines. Scouting had proved to have no issues thus far, and it was my responsibility today. I had to head to the Yelloe team. Not really a threat.

What was usually a long and treacherous journey turned into a short walk through the desert with some found technology i personally had assembled into a flying machine. The propellers surprisingly worked on the hot desert sands. At the gate, I was surprised to the the guards staffed with nets. They’d be useless, unless they knew what happened to their staff. The staff that joined us.

“Still, i refuse to believe they weren’t killed. Maybe they died of heatstroke?” I overheard the guards discussion.

“Nope, they definitely ran away. Management says there’s camera footage.”

That’s impossible. We made sure to kill all the cameras nearby. And it was a planned ordeal. They would run to us within the next week, not that night.

“Hey, ’s there someone there?”

“Where?”

“Just there, behind that pillar,” The guard pointed at the pillar i was hiding behind. I had been spotted. I tried my hardest to run, but their new nets caught me.

“Hah, gotcha, filthy runaway!” The taller guard said.

“Nonono, you’ve got it all wrong! You see, I’m just a delivery scout! Out to ensure that uh, your gate is up to our gate-using standards!” Drat! Of all the times for me to be bad at lying!

“Silence, criminal! We know of your evil plans! And we have our own, even eviler plans!”

“Archibald and Alvin, celebrated as the heroes of the Yellow team! Recruiting the runaways’s most sneaky spies, and forcing them to join us!” He kept talking for probably the next ten minutes, maybe more. His voice was so boring. I reached for the knife in my back pocket, hoping to cut the net i was trapped in. The ropes were sharp, and if i didn’t get out of here soon, i would end up cut. As i tried to manoeuvre my arm around far enough to cut the rope, the two guards, who i had now gathered to be Archibald and Alvin, brought me through the gate. Any chance of a quiet escape went out the window.

“... and no, you can’t escape, no, you can’t build a bomb, and most importantly, you don’t get to go to the gate. You have stay within your bounds.” Archibald, or maybe Alvin, was trying to point out everything on our tour of the grounds. Eventually, we reached the board room. They’d decide what would happen to me. I looked back at the hallway, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

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The leadership issued a guard to take me back to where i would be staying. I surely hoped that it would not be some kind of prison cell, but was pleasantly surprised. My first shift back as a technician was tomorrow, at 0945. I just had to hope, hope that they’d realise i was missing.

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The next morning, people were starting to notice i was gone. These missions usually never took more than 12 hours, and i had been gone for almost a full day. My brother was asking anyone if they’d seen me. all of them had the same answer. ’No, sorry. Last i heard she was at the yellow base.’ and he was dreading coming to break me out. But it was nessacary. i WAS his sister, after all.

Rescue missions are ill-advised amount the main teams, but in a team like ours, the loyalty to one another is immeasurable.

When he tried to assemble a team, almost everybody showed up. “Well, guess we’re all going.” he said to the small crowd.

Everyone here was all different, but they all have one thing in common. “You all ready to beat up some corrupt leaders and get our friends out?“

The group began cheering

They were definitely ready to beat up some corrupt leaders. And also get their friends out, but beating up corrupt leaders had more enthusiasm.

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My cell, more similar to a hotel room than anything, was on a lower floor. It had some outside access, but the window didn’t open further than a couple inches.

The food was okay, as was work.

I had to work as a technician, fixing things. All of the other technicians knew seemingly nothing about the tech. No wonder repairs here took over a month, even with all of the high tech equipment in this dimly lit room, with the walls covered in a mess of pipes and wires, similar to the inside of some massive machine. Every time I tried talking to the other technicians, even just about the weather, they would mutter something quietly, and not wait for a response.

One time, I asked them why they were so quiet. One of them lent over to me, and whispered; “They used to be able to hear us, so we made things to communicate with one another without them hearing.” They handed me an earpiece, and when I put it on, there was a buzzing conversation.

They sounded like they were planning an escape. Except, they knew nothing of the Faithless. From what I heard, the only thing sitting between them and freedom was numbers. They couldn’t escape, all because of their numbers.

But knowledge of people on the outside was just the push they needed

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The plan that the yellow tech team came up with was an amazing idea. With the knowledge that they had a place to get to on the other side, it was perfect. Cause an electrical fault with the gate, the biggest piece of equipment, bringing all of the technicians there, broadcasting their message, and then running. Running and running and running. Running until finally…

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Halfway to the yellow gate, the Faithless saw a large group of yellow workers, running like their lives depended on it. Which they did, kind of. But they had reached a safe point, and they were out. They burst into the fort of the Faithless, relieved to finally have escaped.

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We had made it. We were all free.

With our numbers nearly doubled, we recruited far more people, eventually dwindling the numbers of the main teams to a small team of those in charge and some incredibly loyal staff. The rest were all those who were so sick and tired of fighting. We had all ran from the battlegrounds, much to the dismay of management.

We were on our way to a new, far brighter, future.

@everydaygremlin This wow this is AMAZING

I LOVE IT IT IS SO GOOD

I THOUGHT I WAS READING AN ACTUAL BOOK ITS SO GOOD I WANT TO KNOW MORE, HAVE THEY GIVE YOU A 10/A?????

[lastchristmas]

saw ur post!!! want to debate random things, and just give my honest humble tumblr opinions!!! ❤️💙💜

1- cake is not as good as other desserts!

2- me is an amazing song and it did what taylor wanted to do. if ppl didn’t bug her it woulda been on the set list

3- boneless wings are glorified chicken nuggets

4- ur such a cool tumblr

5- water is the best liquid 🙏

6- drag queens help children more than conservatives who hate drag ppl

7- music isn’t made like those club songs in the 2000-2010s! lemme see that thong, and those rebooks with da fur

8- ppl could do such fun things with lamps- tapestries, fancy bulbs, and we sleep on it. give me fancy eclectic lamps all day long

9- ppl who don’t do something because it’s ‘too popular��� bug me so much! just like taylor swift. just admit how bob ross makes the best clouds. just put on game of thrones. it won’t kill you

10- flannel should be for all seasons- not just primarily fall!

11- ur so cool! i love following you

12- it’s fine for some ppl to be to scared and use anonymous mode. i’m shy but still want you to see my opinions. don’t get mad, i’ll cry.

13- 3 types of mustaches. the 🌽stache, the pervy 🥸, and the mario stache 🍄

14- kindness is hotter than anything! ^ specifically mustaches lmao

15- it’s easier to be productive at night for me!

16- judging a book by its cover isn’t bad if you have good instincts! i’m kinda judgy but it’s helped me know bad from good

17- i don’t like ppl sharing VERY big opinions on things they aren’t educated in! like, stop talking about how vaccines kill kids when you got a degree in English in 1994 and have just been at home with the kids since then. stop. it’s annoying. do researcher!

18- i’m so awesome. it’s not an opinion or hot take. it’s a fact.

19- we shouldn’t pressure ppl to have perfect manicured lawns. it’s hard to keep up with! it’s fine to be overgrown.

lemme know if you’re in love with me and you agree!

omg anon so sorry I didn't see this!! I'm gonna respond with my thoughts on all of these

no I love cake! what dessert is better to you?

wholeheartedly agree. I think it's perfect and (spelling is) FUN

yes but I like boneless wings so...sue me

safdklkdsl so are you!!! (that's so nice thank you!!)

water truly is superior, I love it!!!

facts!!!! drag queens reading in libraries to kids makes me so happy, like do people not realize it's about self expression and empowerment?? isn't that what we want for kids?

facts my 2000s bops playlist just hits on a whole new level

huh, didn't think much about this until now. you're onto something...

I feel that, ppl get that superiority complex if they don't like something popular and it's like bestie it doesn't matter

I do love flannels, so comfy

askjfdsljskl <3

oh of course! the hateful anons ruin it for the ppl who genuinely just wanna connect!

I'm confused??

true!! can't be with you if you're not kind (especially to others and behind closed doors!)

same, I don't feel fully awake until like 4pm

oh true, I've gotten out of scary situations by trusting my gut and going based on instinct

yes, ppl love to act like they know lots about everything. it's ok to say you believe whatever you want but don't be surprised if someone comes in with factual info against it

hahah love the confidence!

if I ever own a house I want a clover lawn so bad!!!

[lxndmineprince]

sorryyyy was quite busy,,,,

[https://www.tumblr.com/lxndmineprince/768595998899568640/hey-our-time-zones-are-not-that-different-its?source=share]

exactly!! my ex and u had a 12 hour time difference, and my friend and i now have a 9 hour one, and istg it woulda been much worse if they both didn't have such a fucked up sleep schedule. by the way, i usually go to bed quite early, but i also wake up early - when it's 7-8 am for you

[https://www.tumblr.com/lxndmineprince/768597354124296192/ah-i-see-im-a-lil-bit-silly-sorry?source=share]

mmm, how hard, you ask? well, i mainly have problems with anatomy, because learning every vertebral notch and groove, every cranial sinus, etc is pure hell. i wonder what will happen when we start studying internal organs next semester,,, there is only a year and a half left to study, and i will be free. other than that, pretty much nothing else bothers me, even pharmacology or latin, which are also quite complex, but for me they're much more interesting. actually, i would like to do some research too, it sounds interesting!! but i'm afraid to make plans for the future, so as not to be disappointed again. so let's hope that wherever we end up, we will be happy eventually

makes sense then!! it's quite a good and lucky life, haha. how do your parents feel about your style though? you said that in your country this style of clothing is considered too childish and is probably subject to skepticism

that sounds cute!! <D but considering that you already have someone you care about, is it really okay for me to interact with you, especially in that way? i mean, i'm genuinely interested in you, so if i get a chance i would like to make you mine no matter how long it takes

ohh, ddlc is so good dude, brings back so many memories. i would like to rewatch the playthrough of it.. sigh, my list of things i want to rewatch is growing inexorably. i also used to play genshin for quite a long time, as well as hsr, but again, my devices are too weak for this. so now i limit myself to less demanding games, including rhythm games :3

i see i see. glad everything is okay, and hope you have fun tomorrow!! let me know if anything interesting happens <D

That's awesome!!! I'm also an early bird, I usually go to bed by 10 and wake up around 4 on schooldays and 8 on weekends... today's an exception because I had caffeine earlier, whoops

Woah... I absolutely get the memorization struggle sobsob. I'm studying mandarin, and even though I'm learning simplified, memorizing the characters is so tough... especially when trying to write them without a reference. Hehe I can't relate to that much, my favorite thing ever is to dream of the future <3 it's what keeps me going!!! One day, I'll be in an Ivy League university, and then when I'm done I'll move to Taiwan to work as a researcher in a university.. (I hope)

My mom doesn't really mind. She's pretty open about stuff like clothing, and even if she finds dark girly a little silly, she doesn't really care. My dad doesn't like it, but he doesn't exactly forbid me to wear it. He just nags me about how much he dislikes it. But I've never really been good at listening to them about style anyways X)

Where I live there's a lot of white people, so it's pretty liberal for the region it's in, but wearing something so cute and frilly is definitely seen as childish and weird... I've only gone out in full dark girly once or twice and it was to a small store, and I got lotsss of stares. Even when wearing just a dark girly blouse and pants...

I mean... I met you both at around the same timeframe! I don't really mind. You can absolutely interact ♪ it makes me really happy. I care heavily about a lot of people in general (literally everyone who becomes my friend or shows mild romantic interest in me)

REAL!! I played ddlc when I was 11 and I loved loved loved it!! Sayori and Monika are my favs <3

OOH... do you play pjsk? I started playing it because of Miku, but I started liking n25 recently as I started playing their stories ♪

I definitely will!! We're going to watch wicked mwehehe... it's so funny because when I was in 6th grade I was a part of the choir for my school's production of wicked. So to me it's always been this obscure thing that nobody really knew about but I was a part of... and all of a sudden it exploded?!?! I feel like an OG fan /silly

[f4johnnystorm]

"I seriously don't remember buying a ring or going off and actually getting married. Like where would we even do that? Did we get married by an Elvis impersonator? Where's the paperwork? We need certificate right? That's how marriage works, I think." He huffed and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment before glancing over at Cordelia whom now he noticed was completely topless. "What do you think, Tits McGee? You think we're actually married or did we just get drunk and pop off to a jewelry store?

He chuckled and shook his head. "I could pick out a ring like that! Jesus, now I'm highly offended. I have taste, Cordie." When she moved the blanket and asked him to hop under the covers with her, he chuckled again but didn't waste a minute doing as he was asked.

"My head is still splitting. I've been drunk before but this is like next level..." He was staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head, replaying the night's events over and over again in his head. "I mean we could ask Reed to run a blood test. I mean it's gonna be kinda embarrassing letting them know what happened but maybe we were taken advantage of or something? Fuck if I know."

A loud belch came from his bed partner and Johnny cringed. "Ugh. Gross. Yeah there is no way I woulda married you. I like my ladies classy!" He looked over and shook his head disapprovingly but had a smirk on his face. He couldn't help but grin wider when she said that she wasn't disappointed that she married him. It was kinda sweet, actually ... until she made the comment about Cap.

"Oh! I am sick of hearing about him! He's so overrated. Just because what? He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a great ass? Guess who else has all that and a fucking awesome sense of humor?" He tapped his chest. "This guy right here."

Now Cordelia was a relative ‘normie’ on the scale of average human being to omnipotent powers. It struck her just now that if both she and Johnny were KO’d by this booze, it had a little more than a possible trace of a worm in its contents.

The thought, however, left her mind immediately when Johnny kept talking. “I wouldn’t joke about this, Firecracker.” At long last, she sat up and opened her eyes. Hawkeye was naked, save the new ring on her finger, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She and the Human Torch had been friends with benefits for a while now, so even in this state, she didn’t cover herself with anything.

It in the moments afterward that she finally glanced at the ring. She’d seen enough fake and real stones to know the difference and this…this was a real solitaire diamond. On a delicate gold band. “I must have had some input,” she thought aloud, showing him the ring again. “Your taste is not this good.” Even a small quirk of her brow hurt her head, so she had to lay back down.

“At least get in here,” she murmured softly while moving a second soft pillow from under her arm to the other side of the bed. “Cause we clearly need to recover some more…” She remembered now. “…and maybe see about a blood test cause there is no way both you and I get this blitzed and there’s not some shenanigans behind it.”

A loud belch suddenly emanated from the archer and she couldn’t help but laugh. But not too hard, she soon was reminded, or else the headache would cause her even more grief. “Hey,” she called over to him. “If I have to get completely sloshed and marry a superhero drunk out of my mind, you’re a pretty fine choice, Johnny Storm.” Cordelia closed her eyes. “Not like, S-tier Steve Rogers level, but still really good.”

The laughter that followed was the first time something didn’t hurt her head that day.