#especially now that she plays pip

[reyreadersblog]

So..about Emma fancast on Gigi's character...i don't see ittt. I mean, one specific character, Enid, portrayed by Emma Myers, does give me Gigi vibes a lot, other than that i just don't see it. Esp. When Sav is her twin..like..IT DOESN'T FIT. srry but that's just my opinion😔

[cringe--is--dead]

“So? You nervous?”

You huffed, doing your best to ignore the finger poking your cheek in favor of studying the clipboard you were holding.

Lev whined your name, sounding more like a petulant toddler than a 6’4 high schooler, “Hey— don’t ignore me! It’s mean!”

“Lev!” Yaku turned around in his seat as much as he could, glaring at the first year, “Drop it!”

The taller boy fell back into his seat, pouting dramatically, “I just wanted to help her if she was nervous.”

“Pestering her isn’t helping her, is it?”

You heard Kuroo and Kai snicker from where they were seated in front of you, and you put the notes down in your lap, placing an arm on Yaku’s shoulder to sit him down.

“Lev, I appreciate that you want to help me,” You leaned into the isle of the bus to look back at him, “But poking me isn’t going to help me.”

His playful pout turned serious, and he looked sheepish at your light scolding, “Sorry.”

He looked so much like a kicked puppy you felt almost bad, and just smiled lightly at him, “If I have any questions I think you can answer I’ll come to you first, okay?”

Lev brightened almost immediately, a proud glow on his face, “Well of course! As Nekoma’s future ace I can help you with anything!”

“Except your receives.”

“Yaku!”

You shook your head, turning back around in your seat.

“Hey,” You glanced up, seeing Kai peeking back at you between his and Kuroo’s seats, “Are you feeling nervous?”

Yaku and Lev were busy bickering, and your head dropped forward a bit, “A little,” You admitted, “Meeting other schools and all these strangers sounds terrifying.”

He smiled at you, and the calmness in his eyes did as it always did, calming your racing heart, “Don’t worry. We’re pretty close with all the teams coming, everyone’s friendly, if not a bit overly competitive.”

“With that in mind,” You both jumped as Kuroo interjected, sitting on his knees to turn to you, “You have a few ground rules, our dear, little manager.”

You raised an eyebrow at your captain, “Why?”

He grinned, that stupid, cocky one he knew got under your skin, “We can’t have you being kidnapped or scared off after our first training camp, now can we?”

“Kuroo—”

He waved Kai off, and he had caught the attention of most of the team at this rate, much to your embarrassment.

“Rule one; no being alone with Bokuto, especially if Akaashi isn’t nearby. God knows that spikey haired owl would try and steal our manager to join their manager duo.”

Yaku plopped down into his seat, crossing his arms as he glared up at the captain, “I doubt Bokuto would actually—”

“Rule two! No being alone with Karasuno’s libero and that bald headed spiker of theirs.”

“Okay, that’s a rule I can get behind.” Yaku muttered.

From a few rows back Yamamoto decided to pipe in, “Don’t worry cap— I’ll keep those two away from our precious manager! After I rub it in their faces, of course.”

Kenma, who had been playing his console game with his headphones on, glanced over at his seatmate annoyed, “Sit down.”

“Are those the only rules?” You crossed your arms, mimicking how Yaku was seated.

Before Kuroo could respond, he was interrupted, “Sit down! All of you!”

Everyone fell back into their seats quickly, Kuroo’s cheeks flushing as Nekomata chuckled as Naoi scolded the team, “You all have ridden a bus enough times to know better, c’mon.”

“Sorry, coach.”

“Sorry!”

You leaned over to Yaku, “What’s with the people I’m being warned against?”

He sighed, smiling at you, “Bokuto is Fukurodani’s captain. He’s just a bit overly energetic. He and Kuroo are really good friends, so you can’t avoid him entirely. He’s nice, don’t worry about that. And Karasuno…”

He trailed off, as if debating on the proper response, “Their libero, Nishinoya, and their spiker he mentioned… Tanaka, I believe. They’re a bit… what’s the word?”

“Girl crazy?” Lev pipped up, leaning his face forward between the seats, cheeks squished.

“They have two managers there, a first and a second year. They used to rub it in our faces, well, more Yamamoto’s face that they had two managers, and we had none. Until now.”

Lev glanced at you, attempting to grin, though it looked rather funny, “You don’t mind being paraded like a trophy, do you?”

“What?” You felt your face warm at Lev’s question, and Yaku huffed, pressing his palm against Lev’s face, pushing him back.

“Ow!”

“Why’d you have to say it like that?”

Lev rubbed his nose, “What? He’s gonna wanna show her off! We got the coolest manager!”

His childish praise made your heart flutter, and you picked up the clipboard once more, staring at the papers but not processing any of the words before you.

“If he does anything stupid just let me know,” Yaku sighed, eyes closing, “I’ll run drills so hard they’ll pass out from exhaustion.”

“And the demon upperclassman shows his face once more.”

Without opening his eyes or responding he sent a strong kick against the seat in front of him, Kuroo’s startled yelp ringing through the bus.

[tartsinarat]

I don’t have much energy (on account of still being sick :/) but I still wanted to do something so dug up an old unfinished screenshot edit that I did a while ago but never finished until now

But yeah this is from the au’s version of Eclipse Lake, which happens a bit later down the timeline than the original.

It’s set just before Hollow mind instead and I’ll explain the timeline differences in much better detail in a different post but it’s basically because Luz isn’t focusing on going home like in the og so she is seeking on ways of getting revenge on Belos and saving Pip and Eda.

But Amity has been wanting to cheer up her awesome girlfriend so she’s been secretly researching ways to create a portal door as a surprise, so Amity was the one who found out about the titan veins through the echo mouse instead and went to go find some titan blood without telling Luz.

If you’re probably wondering where Hunter is…He’s actually taking an extremely well deserved break :0 (lmao, just kidding he’s still apart of the Eclipse lake events) as Pip is surprisingly extremely efficient at sorting out tasks (normal Pip could never, this is all the brainwashing tea lmao) and so Hunter has unwilling ended up getting all his work done by Pip…

Hunter doesn’t want to admit it but he is happy about finally getting a break because he’s getting to do normal teen stuff and play with flapjack more often but he does feel like he’s getting replaced so there is complicated feelings there (it also doesn’t help that Pip is now getting all the attention from Belos and is on top of that able to do magic so Hunter is switching between “I’ve got to do as much as I can so I don’t get replaced” to “it’s kinda nice not being in mortal danger every five seconds and being able to hang out with Willow”)

But yeah onto the episode; Much to the displeasure and horror of Kiki she’s having to be supervised by Pip during the titan’s vein assignment so she’s extra cautious and paranoid about not ruining the assignment especially when in front of the Prince…

Hunter wanted to go with Pip but was then explicitly told by Belos to take a break as Pip was handling an extremely special assignment but Hunter immediately flipped into panic mode because after getting kinda jealous of Pip and he wanted to show his worth again to Belos so he ended up secretly following along as a scout in order to be the first to find the titans blood.

Belos obviously already knew that the vein was already decayed and full of Fools blood from when he went there years ago, so the assignment Kiki is on was actually just a wild goose chase created in order for Pip to secretly assassinate Kiki (who’s fucked up one too many times and knows too much about the actual day of unity plans so she’s obviously got to go.)

Amity and Hunter end up working together after stumbling onto each other searching for titans blood, though they’re bickering and fighting each other the entire way but aren’t as antagonistic with each other as Hunter has slowly mellowed out after hanging out with the emerald entrails more often so they do actually end up properly bonding :)

Uh until they accidentally stumble onto Pip’s attempt on Kiki’s life…

I’m personally imagining the spiderman meme with Pip, Amity and Hunter happening and then Kiki scampering away at full speed in the background.

So yeah Amity is just majorly confused on the fact that she’s just randomly found Pip in the weirdest situation and place possible after months of no contact or communication…

It gets weirder for Amity as Luz never actually told anybody where Pip was and just vaguely said he was staying with family when asked as it wasn’t technically lying (Luz really didn’t want to break Pip’s promise on not telling anyone who he actually is so this is her guilt free way of avoiding questions on where he is)

Pip doesn’t even let Hunter or Amity think about the implications of this whole situation before running off to go catch Kiki and attempt to go for round two… Amity stops him mid way by grabbing his arm which wasn’t the smartest idea.

Because of the brainwashing tea and all the meddling Belos did with his memories, it genuinely makes Pips brain hurt when trying to recognise who Amity or anyone from when he lived in the owl house and so he usually gets really frustrated/aggressive when seeing someone from his past… so Amity interrupting his assignment genuinely made him kinda loose it and try to kill her instead.

The image is the aftermath but they both hit a draw because Hunter does manage to deescalate the situation by reminding Pip to focus on his actual mission instead.

I’ll probably continue this explanation through either a comic or text post :p

[toasttt11]

punch

May 6, 2023

Lucia had slept in late after the late game last night against Carolina and they lost 6-1. She just took a shower and threw on a pair of Umich sweatpants and a Devils shirt, she walked out into the living room and saw multiple people in the kitchen.

Lucia furrowed her brows in confusion as Jack hadn’t say anyone was coming over, she walked past the bags at the door not even noticing they were all Michigan bags.

Lucia froze slightly as she stepped into the doorway and saw who the other three people in the doorway. Ethan, Mark and Dylan.

“Cici!” Mark grinned and stepped forward picking up his best friend in a tight hug. Lucia let out a small chuckle hugging him back.

Ethan pushed Mark away the second he set her back down and pulled Lucia into a tight hug, and let out a sigh as he knew she was at least physically alright right now.

Lucia gently pulled back and looked at her absolute best friend and found herself struggling to keep in her emotions seeing him, she lunged towards Dylan and they pulled each other into a tight hug.

Lucia let out a shaky breath as she held onto him tightly, it’s been a long last month for Lucia.

First she loses the big game with her college team and then has to say goodbye to all of them, left the night of the big lost straight to Jersey and moved into a new apartment, is on a new team and now playing in the NHL, playing in the playoffs after two regular games in the NHL. Then she finds out the guy she’s been in a situation ship with is hard launching the his girlfriend who he was with while being with Lucia and no one she was with knew anything was wrong with her and her brother didn’t even know something happened. All of that had been a lot for Lucia.

Ethan, Mark and Dylan shared a look of relief seeing Lucia again, especially with everything that happened with Mackie, Lucia has been not responding much and hasn’t facetimed them at all. They all knew how much she cared for Mackie and know she is hurt because of him.

So they decided the second they all were free to come out to see her, they had help from Ellen who told Jack everything so he could pick the boys up.

Lucia looked between her three boys with a smile brighter than any the last few weeks, especially the last week.

Jack who was in the kitchen as well furrowed his eye brows as he noticed the difference in her smile, it was just more her and her eyes crinkled, the way they do when she use to giggle when she was little and it made him wonder what else he doesn’t notice about her anymore.

It’s the downside about being in the NHL and living away from family, is you start to have separate lives and you don’t know everything about each other anymore.

Jack hates how after every season the distance between his sister and him is always more and it’s one of the reasons he was so exicted for her to play for the Devils is they could become closer again.

Jack picked up the car keys and tossed them to his sister, Lucia looked at him confused, “I’m heading to Nico’s and you can go out with them.” Jack shrugged having planned to spend the day with Nico and let his sister go with her friends.

“Thanks.” Lucia smiled nodding and Jack smiled nodding at the rest of them and headed out of the apartment.

“Where are you guys staying?” Lucia asked her three best friends hoping to put off the conversation she knows they are gonna have to have as long as she could.

“The hotel across the street.” Mark told her, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

“And we got tickets for tomorrow’s game.” Dylan pipped in, figuring out that Lucia is trying to push off the conversation and is letting her for now.

“Well let’s go get some food.” Lucia twirled the keys around her fingers and led the boys out of the apartment.

Lucia drove them to a small dinner that she found she really likes and they all smushed together into one booth.

Lucia was tapping her fingers as she listened to the boys catch her up on everything at Umich.

Ethan, Mark and Dylan shared a look and knew they needed to have a conversation.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” Mark bluntly questioned.

Lucia froze slightly but just shrugged, “What’s there to talk about.” Lucia played the silverware on the table avoiding their eyes.

“That he was a major dick and you deserved better and he deserves multiple punches.” Ethan scowled slighty wishing he could punch Mackie for Lucia.

Lucia let out a small snicker at Ethan’s words.

“I’ll be okay.” Lucia promised them, she knew she would get over her feelings and all the hurt eventually but she will miss the friendship she once had with Mackie.

“Are you sure?“ Dylan gently grabbed her hand squeezing it reassuringly. Dylan knew how much Lucia cares for the people she loves and knows she was hurt by Mackie.

“I will be okay eventually.” Lucia sadly smiled at her best friend’s squeezing Dylan’s hand back. Lucia also wasn’t big on talking about her feelings and spending time with her boys is more than enough to make her feel better.

“So can i still punch him when i see him next.” Ethan smirked looking hopeful at the idea to punch Mackie.

“Oh me too!” Mark perked up really wanting to punch him as well.

Lucia let out a fond laugh being very thankful for her three best friends and feeling better with them since she found everything out.

Lucia leaned her head on Ethan’s shoulder as she squeezed Dylan’s hand.

Mark gently kicked her foot making her smirk and kick him gently back.

She had really missed her boys and it only has been a month a way from them, she knew it was going to be hard next season.

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A Missed Opportunity in The Acolyte, Episode 6 "Teach / Corrupt"

(spoilers for The Acolyte)

Those who read my blog here know that I'm a big fan of The Acolyte; I see it as part of "Grown Up Star Wars": a kind of thematic "trilogy" of Star Wars shows that dare to explore deeper topics in this universe, which other shows and movies only touch on or hint at.

But speaking as a writer, no work of art is beyond critique. And there's one missed opportunity in Episode 6 that I think requires special mention.

Simply put, Chekhov's Gun was shown, but never fired.

Chekhov's Gun

If you're new to writing, Chekhov's Gun is a principle named in honour of the prolific 19th-Century author and playwright Anton Chekhov, who gave the following advice:

Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.

Osha Has a Tattoo...

In The Acolyte, Episode 2 "Revenge / Justice", Sol and Osha are reunited after being apart for six years, ever since Osha left the Jedi Order. In that time, she's become a "Meknek" (a mechanic that repairs space ships on their outer hull).

Sol notices that she got a tattoo on her arm, and they have the following exchange:

SOL: "What is that?" (he points) OSHA: "Oh, this is a PIP droid. I'm trying to sync him to your ship so I can get some fuel levels and some vitals, and-- SOL: "I mean, what is that?" (he points to the tattoo) OSHA: "Oh, uh... I got this in CorpSec. It was a crazy night with some of my crew. And you hate it. SOL: "It doesn't matter what I like..."

But what Sol likes does matter, especially to Osha, because Sol prides himself on being a father-figure. He asked the question in part because it's clear he disapproves, and Osha feels the weight of that disapproval.

...That Mae Doesn't Have

Now we come to Episode 6 "Teach / Corrupt," where Mae takes on Osha's identity. Her plan is a little light on the specifics (as Mae's plans usually are, since her defining fatal flaw is her impulsivity), but she has two main goals:

Find a way to deprogram her sister's "brainwashing", which requires first knowing what story Sol has fed her so that she knows how to undermine his credibility in Osha's eyes;

To punish Sol... somehow. Maybe by killing him? But that might interfere with Goal 1...

Just as Mae is figuring out this dilemma, mechanical problems arise on the ship. To keep up her cover, she tries to repair the ship, except that in doing so, both PIP and Basil figure out that she's an imposter, and act together to try and get her caught.

She deals with PIP by wiping the droid's memory, but not before he sprays her in the face with something oily and gross:

Basil, meanwhile, gets away. She tries to hunt him, but Sol calls her for a conversation, interrupting her search.

So the scene comes to its climax when she has a heart-to-heart with Sol, and Mae realises that he didn't tell Osha the whole story of what happened on Brendok... what' more, Mae intuits that Sol probably didn't tell anybody the whole story, and that the Jedi Order is probably as much in the dark about it as Osha herself.

That means that Sol is vulnerable to having his story exposed.

Seizing on this opportunity to hurt Sol, she tries to contact the Republic, but he stuns her into unconsciousness; Basil, it seems, got through to Sol and revealed that he's been talking to an imposter.

How the Scene Should Have Played Out

I don't like this resolution because it misses the obvious opportunity set up in Episode 2.

Instead, here's how I think it should have ended:

The beginning plays out the same: Mae is called away to repair the ship, Basil and PIP figure out she's an imposter and try to thwart her.

But in this version, Mae would have successfully subdued Basil.

Meanwhile, PIP would spray Mae with the gross oil, but instead of hitting her in the face, it hits her on her jacket, staining it.

Feeling disgusted by the oily jacket, Mae discards it, and is now wearing only her tank top underneath, which exposes her bare arms sans tattoo.

When she speaks with Sol, her body is angled in such a way that Sol coincidentally doesn't see her right arm, until it's almost too late.

At the last second, Sol notices the missing tattoo, infers that this is Mae and not Osha, and stuns her.

The end result is the same, but it lets the story offer a payoff to what it set up several episodes ago. And I think that's a more satisfying resolution.

[roseredsnow]

I saw someone earlier say Brendok is Indara's fault because she should've had better control over Torbin and Sol.

Now Torbin I see, that is her Padawan.

But Sol? They were like "she's older and wiser he was young" the actors are five years apart in age? Sol was in his 30's at least he knew better.

Especially when we compare this to knighted at 15, Padawan at 16 Vernestra Rwoh who delt with grief by taking a sabbatical.

PIP play Labour by Paris Paloma

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

PipCara on a road trip?

There is two beds in the motel room they stay in, but for some reason, Pippa wants to sleep in the same bed as Cara… Why? Why does she look forlornly at the bed Cara claimed as hers? Why does she feel so lonely snuggling in her own bed? Why is she-

“Ugh, if you’re just gonna pout all night, you might as well come on over and give me some cuddles.”

Pip’s thought process is cut short by Cara’s sudden comment, and she blushes as she realizes that she’s just been pouting and staring at Cara in her bed for the last however long. “Well? Offer doesn’t last forever! You want cuddles or not?”

Pippa’s brain is still lagging behind when her body decides to pick up the slack for her, and she leaves her own bed and crawls under the raised blankets of Cara’s. Pippa doesn’t even get a chance to fake modesty as Cara immediately pulls her into a cuddle, the taller girl claiming big spoon automatically. The young detective blushes even brighter at the feeling of her best friend’s body pressed up against her.

“Heh, best friend. That’s funny.”

“What?”

“You were thinking out loud again, Pip. You really need to work on that. And ‘best friends’? That’s an interesting word to use for us, pumpkin. You know, considering I’ve kissed you everywhere on your face except your lips.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry, your poor little brain will catch up soon enough, pumpkin. For now, just get some sleep, alright?”

Pippa tries to stay awake to work out what the hell Cara’s talking about, but the comforting feeling of her arms wrapped around her is too good and she quickly falls asleep.

(Excuse this if it makes no sense lol. Literally writing this in the middle of the night)

OH MY GOSH THIS IS BEYOND BRILLIANT….i can just imagine Poor little pip being so confused about just why she yearns for Cara’s touch, the feeling of disappointment in her gut when she’s forced to leer at Cara in her bed all comfy and looking so soft and dare I say cuddle worthy. It’s not fair how cute Cara looks with her Nighties that are soft and plush. When Cara eventually does relent Pip doesn’t quite understand why her heart is beating against against her rib cage so fast, or why she can’t think of anything else but being cuddled up against Cara’s back, feeling her nimble fingers as they stroke through her hair and dust the tops of her cheekbones with such a gentle ease.

The way you write Cara is exactly how I need Cara to be written. Especially Cara teasing a poor pip endlessly, because pip prides herself in being level headed and clever but when it comes to Cara her brain just can’t quite understand why she can’t compute. Why do the words halt, fading on the tip of her tongue when cara’s dark oak eyes flit to her? Why does her stomach twist and her breathe hitch when Cara’s eyes travel down to eye her lips?

I absolutely adore the thought of a cuddle bug pippa fitz Amobi…😵‍💫 rambly pip is also a must. I am such a simp for Emma and how she portrays pip. So I can definitely see her playing pip like this.

Thank you again for your service 🤭🤭

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Doe Headcanons (Cause I Love Her)

-Aight, so, I know Postal Doe is supposed to be the female counterpart Postal Dude, BUT, I think it'd be cooler if she was her own separate entity. She's a bad bitch who deserves to be her own person

-Which leads me to my next headcanon that Dude and Doe are twins. When they were younger, they were very close since they were really all they had due to having a wonderfully shitty childhood. Caring for each other cause their parents couldn't be bothered too. While they did have similar intreats, there are some differing things between them.

-For starters, Doe wasn't a religious nut like Dude was. No matter how much people tried to indoctrinate her, it just didn't work like how they wanted. If the family was going to church, she was doing whatever she could to avoid it. If people tried to corner her and tell her how she's gonna go to Hell if she doesn't repent, she tunes them out and dismisses them. This has put a strain on her and Dude's relationship, especially when they got older and Dude's schizophrenia started to worsen. Now, Dude and Doe know everything about each other (obviously, they're twins and have always been there for each other), she knows about his deteriorating mental health, she knows she could just ignore him and his ramblings about how she's gonna burn in Hell for all eternity and that he doesn't want that for her, but Doe found it easier to just distance herself away from her own brother.

-When they were in their early twenties, the two had a huge falling out which resulted in them not talking for a few years. Doe took this as an opportunity to skip town and have a little reset on her life. Also, before the falling out, she was there for Dude and the Bitch's wedding. She never liked the Bitch, finding her to be stuck up and just not a good person for her brother. The Botch was quick to help drive a wedge between the siblings cause she hated Dude interacting with other women, even including family

-It was a rough start at first. Having to start from the bottom and work her way up. She was able to make a name for herself in the Arizona punk/metal scene. I can see her being a musician, playing the guitar and bass, and even being a bit of a singer as well. Being apart of several bands throughout the years. She would have side jobs on the side to help keep money coming in and was able to get herself in a more comfortable position than what she used to be in.

-Definitely a lesbian, but I can also see her being asexual. An asexual woman enjoyer? I'll let you decide on it. I just know that she likes women and isn't afraid to admit it. She's had her share of lovers in the past and WILL flirt with you if you are a fellow baddie. I need this woman to be with a cottagecore girl ASAP. I really like the opposites attract trop

-No back to the more sad stuff! It took a bit for the news of what happened in Paradise and Dude's hospitalization to get back to Doe. To say she was shocked when finding out would be an understatement. Poor thing felt horrible. She has basically abandoned her brother and had let him get worse. She tries to get in contact with the mental hospital, but they wouldn't let her visit him. She had to go on with her life knowing what her brother did and how she wasn't there for him like she should've been

-Doe tired to get updates on Dude but the hospital was rather unhelpful and uncooperative with her. When Dude got out of the hospital, Doe was able to get back in touch with him. It had taken a while for them to repair their relationship, but they're on way better terms now. Doe does what she can to help Dude. Doe wasn't happy to be dealing with the Bitch again, but she put up with it for the sake of her brother. Homegirl celebrated when Dude and the Bitch finally divorced. It was a dream come true

-Now while Dude and Doe were able to patch things up, they aren't very involved with each other's lives. They do get into some disagreements though, like Dude's health pipes. She gets on him about using them but he argues that he can do whatever he wants. I can see them also just being like typical siblings and picking on each other. But for real, Doe does not like that her brother smokes crack. She'd rather he smoke weed but he really can't cause it makes his schizophrenia worse

-Conclusion: I want Postal Doe just as much as I want Postal Dude❤️

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Tangerine Partners

He was known as the third parent of BTS. The second father of an unruly bunch of five men. 

The third eldest and the quietest, even if he did add his own chaotic energy to everything when he wanted to. And right now, he was Uncle Sug. 

Bora hadn’t quite managed to pronounce Suga just yet and Yoongi was even more difficult. Agust D was going to be a nightmare though she could pronounce the D quite well. So for now, he was Uncle Sug. However, whenever Bora’s eyes landed on him, she always yelled “Sug!”

Though the rest of BTS hadn’t fared any better other than Namjoon.

J-Hope became Hop, Namjoon was Joon, Jimin was JM, Taehyung was Ta and Jungkook got Kook or sometimes Kookie if she got her words out. 

There was never any uncle before their names. 

But it was cute, especially when she was toddling around on little legs, the princess of Big Hit and yelling names when she saw the right person. There had been many heart attacks when she stumbled on Bang PD and she had toddled very quickly, all the while yelling “Bang!”

So Uncle Sug was on babysitting duty. 

The little one was content to sit on his lap as he played around with his sounds, seeing what worked for the next song that took his fancy. She wasn’t expected to stay for long as her parents were around, doing various bits of recordings as was the rest of the group. He only got away with babysitting duties as he had plucked her up before anyone else. 

While the mix was playing around in the background, Yoongi slowly began to peel one of his many tangerines. There was a constant supply of them now as another fan had made an appearance if the excited jumping and squeals on his knee were any indication. 

“Thank god you take after me with your appreciation for fruit,” Yoongi chuckled as he peeled away one segment, checked it for pips and then handed it over to his niece. 

She stared at it for a moment, as if her tiny mind was trying to figure out what she had just been given. Yoongi was about to question further when she jammed the fruit into her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and tangerine juice over her fingers and chin. 

“Now you look like your Dad,” grinned Yoongi as he grabbed some tissues. 

The two of them shared the tangerine between them as he played around with his mixing station, adding sounds here and there when Bora kicked with joy over. With the warmth of the room and the smell of his vanilla candle and tangerines, Bora soon fell asleep against his chest. 

“See, this is why I’m the best uncle. You just fall asleep with me so easily,” he slowly got out of his chair and over to the popup crib that he had secreted away. “I’m sure the herd will be coming soon so enjoy your nap, Bora.”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I love all your analysis! Could I ask you to chime in, if you have the time and the inclination, on my pet theory?

Here it goes: Meghan found it harder than Catherine to be succeed in the Royal family because she's not athletic.

The Aristo crowd is sporty. It's a good marker of privilege - one you cannot fake - to be able to ski, play tennis, row, sail, ride, dive. All these things require lots of leisure time, and money, and the confident, cheerful ease of the amateur sportsman.

Catherine is a good minor athlete - her reaction to the 2007 breakup was to enter a rowing challenge with her girlfriends (she went clubbing with Pips too, sure, but she was out there most mornings in her wetsuit, being healthy and determined). It's hard to explain the mindset of the "amateur athlete in friendly competition" if you've never been one, but it gives you confidence, emotional regulation, and the bone deep knowledge that small constant steps are key to achieving progress and success.

Meghan just knows that "rich people go skiing", and she gets photographed on the slopes in an unsuitable coat, thinking it's the same thing. She looks for the shortcut - and she may fool some of the non-skiers, but it's just a house of cards. It works for an influencer who will quickly move on to the next thing, but the Royal family thinks in decades, and the persona their PR builds for you must have some consistency.

And there would have been nothing wrong with saying outright "you know what, I didn't grow up with that kind of money, I can't ski or row" - she would have got lots of sympathy.

Don't you love "training montages" in movies? She could have had years of upbeat training montage PR! Or she could have gone with an "outsider perspective" PR strategy, where she would have represented the slightly ironic common man faced with the BRF.

But Meghan the Narc can't stand to acknowledge she doesn't know something. She should have been herself, and instead she tried to be Catherine and failed.

It's a good theory, but i don't think it holds much weight when you really dig into it - for exactly what you pointed out: Meghan wasn't herself.

Kate was unabashedly and genuinely herself. Long before St. Andrews or William entered the picture, and she stayed that way after everything with William. The aristo crowd probably prefers that, and Kate doesn't strike me as someone who's impressed by all that. She probably cared more about their art collection than whether they were Duke So-and-So or Earl Whozitsandwhatsits, and that's impressive on its own. (I'm reminded now of the story with Cillian Murphy; he doesn't like it when people fawn all over him and he shuts down when that happens, so a seat-filler who sat next to him at one of the recent awards shows pretended she didn't know who he was and had the most incredible conversation wtih him.)

Whereas Meghan was always playing a role, and badly at that. So it was pretty easy for the aristo crowd to see right through her and know that she was bad news. Especially once she stop pretending to be aristo-like, with the cursing and demanding to sit next to Harry/switching place cards at the dinner parties, the screaming at staff, policing what everyone was saying and confronting them when it wasn't PC (according to her).

I think being sporty/athletic helped Kate, but the vibe I get from the aristo crowd isn't necessarily a sporty set. As a whole, they seem more outdoorsy to me with the skiing holidays, the shooting parties, the horse racing, the sailing. I think William's side of the aristo crowd (like his friends and Anne's family that he's closest to) is sporty because that's what they've connected over, and Kate fits in well with that crowd so it was easier for her to be accepted by them. But there's also the "city" side of the aristo crowd like the Yorkies and the Spencers where they're more known for their holidays, artsy/culture-type activities, and spectatoring sports.

Not to say that the two can't blend - they do, obviously, and everyone is probably really good at code-switching to navigate between the different segments of the aristo world (William and Kate especially as the future King and Queen, who have to be both representational and aspirational to all segments of the populartion, not just the aristos). And maybe the more culture set are sporty too (like how Diana danced and the Yorks skiied) but sport isn't how we think of those aristos. The latter crowd is what Meghan expected because that's the world Diana inhabited and as we all know, Meghan views royalty through Diana exclusively, so when she saw Kate in that sphere, she tried to emulate that side of Kate (the evening-gown wearing, gala attending, world-traveling, tennis-watching, polo-wifeing Kate) not knowing that it's just a small piece of who, and what, Kate actually is.

It's why the role she tried to play fell flat; Meghan didn't know the whole character, she just had the PR version of Kate to work with. Or, in acting parlance, Meghan had the character notes for Kate the Bit Player. She didn't get the character profile for Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, a main character.

Going back to what you originally said, that Meghan didn't integrate as easily as Kate did because of the athletics, I'd say it's bigger than that. It's because she didn't have any hobbies or interests. Everyone in the aristo set has hobbies and interests. Meghan didn't/doesn't have a single hobby and that made/makes it hard to connect with people on any level. She didn't need to have the same hobbies or interests as everyone else, she just had to have something. But she didn't. She had nothing.

All she had was Harry but Harry assumes the personality of whomever he's dating...which is the same thing Meghan does; she assumes the personality of whomever she's dating. So when there are two people being each other, they end up with nothing. Or they end up being his mother. Which isn't that much better either.

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 19: Nick Valentine x F!Reader

Day 19: Yarn/Blood Trail Masterlist Warnings: 16+, Vampirism, Blood Drinking, gaslighting Word Count: 1.6k

It started a few months ago. You would disappear from Sanctuary in the middle of the night, no one really knowing where you went. It’s better that way. It’s better that they don’t know the truth. Your disappearances never lasted for long, maybe 6 hours at the max before your return, sauntering around the budding town as if you had been there the entire time. 

Nick doesn’t really think anything of it, that you’ve noticed. He always plays it off as you just needing some alone time. The wasteland is a harsh environment, especially if you’re not initially from it, so he doesn’t blame you if you need a few hours to yourself.

But then people started disappearing. Valentine Detective Agency was back in business. Complaints of family members never returning home from nights out flooded Ellie and Nick, only for them to go cold. And Valentine is sick of telling only bad news.

Slamming the papers down, smoke drifts through his open face as your head pops up from its place on the couch in the office, confusion across your features. “What is it, Nick?”

Nick shakes his head, snuffing out the butt of his cigarette and leaning back in the seat, wishing the nicotine had an effect on him. “Another person has disappeared, and like usual, there’s nothing. No hint of where they disappeared to, no note, no tracks, nothing. It’s like they’ve simply vanished,” he huffs before slouching back over the desk as you leave your seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

The truth is, you know where all of those people are. They’re in a cave, sleeping peacefully. It typically takes them a few days of recovery before they’re back at home, safe and sound, with no recollection of what had hit them. “If the Institute wasn’t destroyed, I would just write it off as that, but it doesn’t make sense. These disappearances started after you returned from the Institute and then continued.” Your blood runs cold and you pray that he doesn’t pick up on it, because he’s right. Your time in the Institute, although short lived, was enough time for the scientists to run an experiment on you and now you’re this, a blood sucking demon. 

“I don’t know Nick, don’t these people normally come back? Maybe they just wanted some time away,” you hope that he buys it, but you got to give credit where credit is due, he’s a damn good detective.

“No, that would be plausible if these people had random times of disappearance, but they always disappear at night and then show up exactly three days later, no recollection of where they were.” Shit. You need to change it up. Looking down at your pip boy, you fiddle with the controls before grabbing your jacket from the chair. 

“You’ll figure this out. I gotta go, Nick. I’ll see you later,” pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you skirt out the door as Nick takes note of the time.

“12:30, 15 minutes before the disappearances. Could she have something to do with this?” Nick doesn’t waste any time before he’s throwing on his coat and rushing out of the door.

Following 10 paces behind you, Nick’s yellow eyes peer out into the darkness, eyes catching onto your frame, and someone else. Tuning his auditory sensors to maximum, he crouches down behind a bush as you and the person walk next to each other.

“Will it hurt?” Hmm, that voice sounds familiar.

“You ask this every time. No. It feels like a stimpak, just a few pricks at the same time,” he makes out your hand rubbing the other person’s arm, guiding them into the woods. 

“The things I do for you.”

“You know how much I appreciate this.” Nick watches as you and the other person disappear into a cave.

“Where are they going?” Following them, Nick sneaks into the cave, gun in hand as he hides behind a wall. 

“Are you ready?”

“Yep.” A sharp gasp breaks out followed by gurgling, the distinct smell of blood being picked up by Nick’s senses. What the? Coming out from the wall, the sight that Nick stumbles on makes his non-existent stomach sick to his stomach. On a bed lies MacCready, limp and passed out. On top of the young merc is you, your face hidden from his view, buried in between Mac’s neck and shoulder. 

“What the hell is going on in here?” His arrival causes you to jump in shock, head ripping from Mac’s neck, blood trickling down his skin and your chin.

“Nick? What are you doing here?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, Nick takes a look around. Surrounding the room are various beds, the missing people laying there, sleeping peacefully.

“All this time I have been looking for these people, and you knew where they were,” he raises his gun, pointing it at your head. He doesn’t want to shoot, but he will if he needs to. Just what else has she been hiding from me? He watches as you sigh, turning back to the merc but the cocking of his gun stops your movements. 

“I need to get Mac a stimpak before he bleeds out, can I do that before I explain everything?” Nick doesn’t respond and you take that as a sign to quickly jab your friend with a stimpak before licking the blood off of your chin. “Why don’t we have a seat,” you take a seat on a nearby couch as he sits across from you, gun still pointed at your head. “Nick, bullets won’t work on me anymore.”

“Explain.”

— pov switch—

This is exactly what you did not want. You did not want him to know that you’re a monster. You did not want him to walk in on you feeding. And yet, now that he did, you feel free. An imaginary weight being lifted off your shoulders. “I’m a vampire.” “How long have you been keeping that one up your sleeve?”

Taking in a deep sigh, you plan out your next words carefully, knowing damn well that it could ruin the relationship you have with him, if it’s not ruined already. “When I got to the Institute, Shaun wanted me to get a health check up, see how much radiation has damaged my body. They had some injections that they promised were just vaccines, but when they gave me the last one, I passed out, only to wake up craving one thing, blood. I didn’t know what I was craving until a human came over to me and I… snapped,” you take a deep breath in, looking down at your hands to avoid his piercing gaze. “I jumped on the person and drank all of their blood. Only once the urge was satisfied had I realized what I had done. I was so mad when I found out, I went on a rampage, and… there was so much blood.”

“And then what?” 

“I was brought to Shaun, he had explained what he did, who I now was. A monster.��� Tears prickle at your eyes as you try to blink them away, afraid of what Nick will think of you. “It was fine when I had access to the Institute because I could just drink from some blood bags, but once it was destroyed, I had to figure out a way to get blood.”

“And so kidnapping people and killing them is the best you could do?” You can tell that he’s fuming, judging by the steam that comes out from his ears.

“No, they don’t die. The first few, unfortunately did die, but I now have a system, I know how to minimize death.” 

Nick looks to MacCready, your friend. “And what about him? Why are you doing that to him? He has a child who depends on him.”

“Nick. None of these people are dying anymore. I take the most that I can without them dying and then I keep them here while they recover the lost blood. When they wake up, they have no recollection. And as for RJ, he likes doing this. He doesn’t remember once he wakes up, but when I need to feed, he’s always more than willing.” By more than willing, he downright begs. Frankly, he gets off on it, not that Nick needs to know that. 

Hanging his head between his hands, you can hear his motors turning in his head. “You let me try to solve all of these cases, knowing where they were this whole time. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This isn’t something that I’m proud of. I don’t want people knowing what I am.”

“But MacCready can know? Why don’t you trust me?” Moving next to him, you place a tender hand on his arm, rubbing the material of his clothes gently.

“He only knows because he saw me feed on someone, or else he would not have known,” you pause, chewing the inside of your mouth. “Look, Nick, I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how, nor did I know what you would say.”

Nick stands up abruptly, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it, pacing around the lit cave as he looks everyone over. None of them are dead, but they’re not exactly full of life either. He’s seen a lot of sick things and this is one of them. “I need some time.”

“I understand. I’ll be here.” Nick doesn’t bother to reply before he’s walking away, disbelief clouding his mind. 

[wolven91]

The Predator Café - Chapter 3

Pip couldn't concentrate on his work.

It had been roughly a week since his extraordinary adventure and his melancholy and doubt had returned like a bad smell seeping through the walls. It was as if the world outside of the Café had slowly lost its colour, rendering his time at college a grey, boring and dulled affair. He pushed his palms into his closed eyes and rubbed vigorously. He watched the swirls that played out on the back of his eyelids for a time while he remained hunched over his desk. He remained quite conflicted.

He'd seen very little of Geegee in the last week since returning in the early morning. The cowardly lizard had the good taste to eventually appear and apologise whilst acting fairly sheepish. But after muttering a half-hearted apology, he then considered the matter closed and refused to acknowledge the excursion as if it had never happened in the first place. Furthermore, no matter how Pip tried to suggest going back, Geegee simply repeated the usual phrases one would come to expect from a die-hard herbivore that preferred to keep the pred/prey social line clearly defined.

He used words like 'unnatural' and 'untrustworthy'.

Pip leaned back in his chair and felt his spine pop. It was only just getting dark and signalled the start of another long and quiet weekend. As it was before he had explored the Café.

He considered going back, but physically shook his head to try and dislodge the thought. With the passion of the moment gone and Geegee's words ringing in his ears, Pip had kicked himself for letting himself get so enamoured with the towering Human.

When he cornered the Geckin to talk about going back, Geegee pressed that he was a friend and an ally to Pip. He would never give advice that the Geckin wouldn't take himself. He went on to point out that whatever Pip had seen or felt to make him stay as long as he did, were aspects that he just wanted to see. 'The Human' as the geckin described her, refusing to use her name, was just doing her job. She was a waitress; she was meant to be kind and even mildly flirtatious.

He ended his undermining of Pip's confidence about her by pointing out that she probably felt the same way as Geegee did, but from the other side; predators and larger predators especially, preferred their own kind and their own size. It was a fact that everyone knew and never said out loud. Pip didn't want to believe it, but the Geckin's words wouldn't stop rattling around his mind.

Pip couldn't even ask someone else their opinion on the matter either, how the hell do you explain a Predator Café? It was too new of a concept to talk to family about it and the only others that he could chat to were the insectoids. He 'humph'd' to himself. Yeah right.

The four walls of his room seemed to close in on the depressed Chintian, his kind were social; the isolation was affecting him far more than he first thought it would. He was never outwardly confident, but he had never second guessed himself in this manner before. What was worst was that he was now struggling to even finish his damn work!

Perhaps a change of environment to study?

He could take his tablet anywhere after all. He could proofread his work outside of this near-prison cell that was supposed to be a home for the next few years.

The Café was supplied as an 'innocent' suggestion from the back of his mind. His ears went flat.

No, he was just saying that to just go there, not to actually do his work. Regardless of his 'secret' desire to see Natasha again, this project did need to be finished soon.

The library?

No, the insectoids lock that down at the weekends. They seemed to be single minded in their path for further education, seemingly refusing to relax or do anything else. They will have taken up every comfortable seat and would stare at him until he left.

The canteen?

Again, the hard seats weren't comfortable and it was a cavernous room at his size, which would just highlight how he was on his own again.

...The Café..?

Damn his traitorous mind.

Arriving at the Café was a far greater hassle this time round. When he packed his bag and dressed himself for being seen in public, he hadn't realised just how dramatically the weather had changed for the worst. The rains pelted the city without mercy, the raised and covered passages allowed him to travel in relative safety from being washed away, but they weren't enclosed, so the wind whipped big, fat droplets to splash against him.

He was sodden by the time he got to the Café's street. He had to descend onto the communal pavement itself, he quickened his pace to rush to the door, hugging the wall.

Just as he reached the door; a giant, booted foot crashed into a small lake of rainwater that was collecting a foot or two away, completely covering the smaller mammal in a tidal wave. He froze in shock at the cold water, with his hand still resting on the handle of the door.

Pip stepped inside and stood in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs. He held his arms out to his sides to take note; his entire back was soaked. His jeans were damp and getting cold quickly. His bag had the good fortune of being waterproof, but he now felt ridiculous. He already had an opinion of himself that was lacking when comparing himself against Natasha, but right now he would be downright pathetic.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Taking a deep 'cleansing' breath, he successfully resisted the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

Each boot 'squelched' with every stomp up the stairs, leaving small puddles that he hoped wouldn't be too much of a problem for whoever had to deal with his wake. Once again, a Friday night proved to be a quiet night for the Café as the waiting room was once again empty.

The welcoming voice from before once again greeted him brightly and directed him to a different booth this time. It wasn't Natasha's voice as he had initially suspected when he thought back, but no matter. He had it all planned out; he would set himself up to study, get a coffee every so often to pay his way and have a pleasant chat with her because he was completely casual and it was just a friendly happenstance that they'd bumped into each other again.

As he situated himself, the damp clothes made it difficult to settle himself in. Whilst they were getting warmer now that Pip was indoors, they remained uncomfortable. The jeans became constricting and his flannel shirt just felt warm and humid.

Picking up the tablet he thumbed his way to the bottom of the list like before, but paused when he got to the end without seeing her. Frowning he flicked back through before carefully going through each server individually.

She wasn't there and she wasn't out on the floor already either. He made a point to face the direction of the kitchens and counter this time and hadn't seen her at all.

His heart sank to his boots before selecting a server at random. He didn't even know or care as to who was coming. It didn't matter.

He opened his tablet and selected the coursework that he needed to review. He glumly sat there staring at the same sentence until his server cleared their throat.

“S-sorry, I was miles away.” Pip said, putting his tablet down and picking up the Café's before turning to the server. He flinched at the sight of him. It was another large one, this time an avian of sorts who clicked his large sharp beak before extending the crest on the top of his head in an extravagant display. A deep part of Pip hated everything about his actions and Pip had none of the desire that existed when Natasha had 'threatened' him.

“Welcome to the Predator Café, can I interest you in a bite?” The server said in a tone only one step away from 'bored-senseless'. This helped alleviate Pip’s worries as it took the edge out of the implied danger.

“Just a latte please. Can I order food later?” He asked, selecting his option on the tablet as well for confirmation.

“Sure thing dude.” Came the voice as he stomped away, the cutlery clattered slightly. Pip absently returned it to its rightful place.

Pip slumped down in his seat again. The Café was as quiet as it was before, maybe less so even, but he had lost interest in the place at this point. He was hopeless; why did he think this was a good idea?

He tried to get comfortable, still dripping and complete his work. He'd have dinner and go home to bed, tomorrow was shaping up to be a 'stay-in-bed' day.

After a few minutes, Pip's ears twitched as he overheard a conversation by the counter.

“Foose, what are you still doing here darlin'? Get goin', I owe you one for covering for me.”

“No problem, Nat, you just got one 'Herb' in Booth H to look after.”

Pip near broke his neck looking up the second he recognised the accent. She strode over to him, his tiny latte on an oversized tray, wearing a fanged smile that touched her eyes when she saw him. He went from the lowest of the low, to the highest high, even with the fear and anxiety that her teeth put within him.

She couldn't have been more beautiful than at this moment.

“Well now! Long time no see, stranger!” She said with an amused grin, which faltered for some catastrophic reason. The loss of her smile hit Pip quite heavily.

“I'll.. I'll be taking over from Foose, the server you selected; I hope you don't mind none. If you want a different server... You can reselect?” She explained and asked, seemingly distracted, but still staring intently at Pip.

He still reacted as he did the week before; his heart rate soared and he felt alive again, but he couldn't enjoy it whilst she had this concerned look.

“No, I'm more than happy with yourself Natasha, the pleasure's all mine. A-are you okay?” Pip asked, trying to be debonair in front of this Goddess.

“I have to ask sugar; why are you dripping wet?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, melting the poor mammal further.

“Oh.. yeah, I.. Well, I got splashed. It was all accidental.” He wasn't actually sure if it was accidental, either it was and the person didn't even know he existed or it wasn't and he ran the risk of encountering bigots. He didn't know which was worse, an attack on his pride or his person.

“You're soaked through, give me a sec' hun'.” She requested as the giant spun away and grabbed a clean towel from the kitchen.

“Here you go.” She said, gently unravelling the cloth more than twice Pip's size in front of him.

Pip dabbed at his face, but he wasn't going to really do more. He could live with his discomfort if it meant he could just talk with Natasha again.

She clicked her tongue with a 'tsk' and a disapproving look.

“Do you mind if I help ya' hun'? I think ya' missed a bit.” She said in a caring tone. Pip would have agreed to let her step on him if he thought that was what would make her happy.

“Of course!” He said automatically, not thinking of what she meant by the phrase.

===

Natasha had been running late that day. Her alarm had 'updated' itself to the station that she had come from's time, thanks to her connecting back home to speak with her parents. This, however, had left her wondering why she had so much free time today.

Until her heart stopped when she realised that she was definitely late to her job.

Thankfully, she had the staff member who's shift she was taking over from number. A fella that looked like an exotic parrot who went by 'Foose'. A good guy, but this was clearly just a paycheck to him. No shame or nothin', and she wasn't judging, but she had taken great pride in the compliments she was getting for her work; if he put a little extra into his day-to-day interactions, he could draw in way more money.

When she collected the drinks order, she took a peek at the customer to see a familiar face. One that she'd actually missed, her first proper customer. After having such a wonderful time just chatting about nothing and helping the lil' cutie with all his choices, he not only taught her where stuff was on the menu, but he seemed to open the floodgates of patrons not running from her. She'd only had about seven or eight make a runner when she approached since, the ones that stayed easily outstripping those few.

'Pip' as he called himself looked forlorn right up until he looked up and saw her approach. The little guy looked like he was about to burst and if nothing else, having someone so happy to see you, made Natasha's night.

As she approached though, she noticed that he didn't look as well-groomed as he did before. His fur was matted and noticeably damp. His clothes stuck to his body and he had left tiny puddles under the table. Oh my god, his feet don't touch the floor. Adorable.

Focus!

She gave 'the spiel' about how he could have any other server off the menu, but she wasn't exactly surprised when he dreamily confirmed he was happy to keep her. She couldn't stop looking at him, he was all smiles and doe eyes, but he was dishevelled and soaked from ear to tail.

When she offered him a tea towel to dry himself, he had sorted out his face, leaving his shirt to remain dripping.

Natasha was in unfamiliar territory here, he was being what her family had dubbed an 'aggressive guest', one that was hell-bent on being as little trouble as possible, that they refused themselves any comfort offered, because it would require the host to do work.

How you deal with these types, was to not ask and simply provide. She knew how to dry him off, but she needed his permission.

“Of course!” came his chipper reply.

Smiling to herself she reached out and plucked the sentient chipmunk from his seat.

She grasped him round the waist with her right hand, before depositing him onto his back across her left wrist. Her right hand snatched the towel and she brought it across the prone creature's front. She'd handled pets before at bath-time, she wasn't making the mistake of thinking him a dumb animal, she wouldn't dare insult him like that, but his size made it easy to simply move him and subject him to what needed to be done. She drug the towel down his tiny jeans, attempting to wick as much excess moisture as she could from his clothes before doing the same on the second leg.

She shuffled the towel until she had a dry section and tipped Pip against herself so she could get at his back, again, dragging the towel across the wet flannel shirt she could already see he was significantly drier. Finally, she worked on his tail, a thin pipe cleaner looking thing, she made certain not to squeeze it too hard or bend it in any way. She had no idea how flexible this thing was.

She returned him to his upward facing position as she gave her work a look over before giving him a nod and placing him back down just beside his booth. He stood still a moment before slumping backwards onto the booth's cushioned bench.

“There we go, ya' look much better now. So, how've ya' been Pip, aside from nearly drownin'?”

===

When Pip agreed to her help, he didn't expect the next thing to happen was for his life to flash before his eyes.

A freight train sized hand appeared suddenly and reached for him at great speed. In a flinch and a blink, he was squeezed in the middle, just below his ribs, by a set of pythons on either side. He left his stomach behind when he was pulled up and out of the booth as three more gigantically thick snakes wrapped around his legs holding him steady as he was reeled in towards her chest.

He was going to die; no other outcome was likely.

He didn't have time to panic about being squeezed to death, however, as the human effortlessly dropped him a short height, into her waiting grasp. His rear was cupped in her hand with his legs dangling either side of her palm, her fingers curled up and over to press into his belt line holding him securely in place. He didn't have time to worry about sensibilities as he could see the bus-sized towel drop towards him in the hand she'd used to grab him, but in putting up his hands in some semi-conscious attempt to stop her, meant that she just started to squeeze at his arms first with the mildly rough material.

He couldn't see her, or anything else for that matter, at this point. It heightened the physical feedback to a whole new level thanks to the adrenaline being dumped into his veins. He could feel her body heat through the towel as one arm was squeezed and pulled gently.

Then the other arm, a completely unstoppable force, was manipulating his body as if he were nothing. Then the towel pressed into his chest and pulled downwards. The buttons on his shirt dug in slightly, but he focused more on the soft flesh and the heat it was flooding into his back.

Then it was his leg's turn. One of the strongest muscle groups in his body, he regularly used the free gym and focused mainly on the treadmill, and yet; she pulled and pushed and squeezed and bent it without registering his full effort to retrieve the appendage back from her.

Then he was rolled suddenly onto his front, he threw an arm out in an attempt to stop him from falling, but he quickly hit a soft, yielding wall. Despite his current situation leaving his mind blank, he was not unaware of the fact that he was currently being pressed into Natasha's chest.

The towel returned to continue its assault, dragging itself down his back before grabbing at his tail.

Pip froze.

His tail was sensitive. It was just a bundle of nerves that when his species was still feral, they groomed one another's to strengthen trust and bonding. She was mercilessly grooming him in a manner no other chintain had experienced. Maybe ever?

And then? It was over. He had a solid floor under his feet and zero ability to stand.

The only thing that stopped him from falling flat into the booth was the table that his arm landed on, giving a level of stability.

He heard his name, bringing him back to reality.

“-aside from nearly drownin'?” She said with an expectant smirk across her beautiful, incredible face.

“I.. er.. I.. pardon?” He asked, slurring his words terribly.

“Ooh, ya' eyes are all dilated hun', are you okay? Oh god, have I screwed up? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I thought-” Her hands were nearly, but not quite touching him as if he was about to shatter.

He reached out and grasped a giant finger to try and forestall her.

“I'm fine, you're fine. I just.. I just didn't expect that... that's all. Thank you, Natasha, thank you for helping me.” he continued, trying to focus so his mind would stop being so fuzzy.

Taking a few minutes to calm down and shuffle his legs back under the table, he asked for some water to help calm him down. She left in a hurry and relented from blasting him with peppermint over and over. He needed her to go away for a moment so he could adjust his trousers properly. He had no idea if she saw his body's reaction to all this, but it was best to at least have some shame.

She returned and crouched down next to the booth, depositing the glass of water in front of him, but leaving a tentative hand on the floor inches from his leg.

“You're okay, it wasn't normal, just so you don't go grabbing anyone else, but I gave you permission and I feel significantly drier. Don't feel like you can't touch me, it was nice Natasha.” He said honestly.

She seemed to relax after a time and they began to converse as they had a week before. Although there was a sense of familiarity between the two now. Whatever barrier that was there before, was now gone; shattered completely.

Pip ended up staying well into the night and into the following morning. He had to share Natasha with other patrons as they came and went, but he used this time to get on with his work. It went quickly and he found several errors that should have been obvious before now.

“I should get going.” Pip said with a yawn. He'd worked all night and could feel that it was the start of a new day already.

“Well, this time I can see ya' out cutie. My shift's actually over now.” Natasha said with a tired tilt to her voice, but still warm nonetheless.

“See me out? You squeezing through my entrance or are you going to grab me again?”

She gave him a withering look, but the smirk betrayed any 'offence' she was suffering.

“I'll see you outside, you use the proper entrance. I'm not losing my job because we got brazen after getting away with a faux-par once. If my boss had seen that, he'd have me out by my ear!”

Pip chuckled as he got up and started to walk towards his exit.

“Don't leave without saying goodbye!”

“Wouldn't dream of it hun'.”

He practically skipped down the stairs back towards the outside world.

As he got to the door though, he realised the rain hadn't let up at all. Opening the door, he used an arm to shield his eyes from the fat droplets once more and looked around for Natasha. He found her not by her door, but at the remains of what was the entrance to the smaller entity's travel ways. At some point, something big and heavy had landed on top of it, completely crushing and blocking the only entrance in the area that Pip could think of.

“Well.. this is going to be a long walk...” he said, not relishing the idea of a hike that'll take him all day.

“Can you get a cab?” She suggested, looking from him to the mangled metal tunnels.

“Not cheaply and the buses don't start for several hours.” Pip said defeatedly.

“What were you meant to do today?”

“Nothing, I was going to have a lazy day.”

“Come to mine then, you can sleep until the buses start again at least.”

“...what?”

[starsurface]

hello again! i have nightwolf on the brain again, so could i ask for him with a toddler regressor who asks to play with his spirit animals? (no im not asking this just for Kiba... or maybe.. she's my favorite out of all of his animals but still >.<) 🔮

Hi!!! I like Nightwolf's animals (I love animals in general)!!! I got the bear's and eagle's names from a quick online search. And I only know that Kiba's a girl, I don't know about the other two but I made them girls too. (Tell me if I'm incorrect!!)

Although, I did kinda throw the whole 'spirit' concept away, ish? Like, they can eat animal snacks, but Nightwolf still has to summon them, you know?

Also I'm so sorry but I realized these are so much more focused on the animals than Nightwolf himself!!! :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Nightwolf w/ Toddler Regressor That Plays With His Spirit Animals Hcs

🐺 Nightwolf’s spirit animals are important to him, Komo (bear), Hana (eagle), and Kiba (wolf)

🐺 But you are also very important to him

🐺 He actually really likes you spending time with his animals!! Both when your big and when your little

🐺 But does have to summon his spirit animals so you have to ask to play with them :(

🐺 Although he’s rarely ever said no!! Maybe once or twice, but he probably had good reasons, like it was bath time, or he didn’t want Kiba splashing in mud . . . again

🐺 However, his animals adore you!!

🐺 They get playtime, and head scratchies, and they can go onto the bed-

🐺 You might get a small scolding for letting Komo onto the bed though, she’s too big for it!!

🐺 Komo and Hana like playing with you, but Kiba’s the main one that tries to steal your attention

🐺 Hana has to be specific where she lands and how gently she eats from your hand, especially when your tiny

🐺 And Komo’s very big!! Great fo snuggles, although she does have to watch her claws :(

🐺 Kiba though? Perfect size!! :D

🐺 She can play ball, do tricks, sit on your lap, be used as a pillow

🐺 Nightwolf finds it funny when you try to bribe any of them for cuddle time, leaving a small trail of their favorite snacks to the couch so you can steal them for yourself

🐺 He might tell you that you can’t overfeed them though, they’re still his kombat animals :\

🐺 That doesn’t stop you though, and the animals get pretty huffy when Nightwolf tries to call you out

🐺 A very fun activity was jumping outside in the rain with Kiba

🐺 You got your little rainboots on, and a coat, and jumped into some muddy puddles!! :D

🐺 . . . Although even spirit animals can get dirty, and now Nightwolf has to clean you both off 😮‍💨

🐺 Komo really likes snuggle time

🐺 She’s very big and furry, a great cuddle partner

🐺 Plus she gets to sit on the couch and watch funny cartoons >:3

🐺 Sometimes she’ll lay on top of you, and do an animal like laugh when you whine that she’s too heavy >:(

🐺 ^ Don’t worry, Nightwolf saves you . . . Until it happens again

🐺 Hana will pip (eagle chirp?) with you, sitting on your lap most times because she doesn’t want her claws to grip you wrong 

🐺 Nightwolf will usually have her on his arm so you can pet her, it’s safer that way

🐺 More about Kiba because we love Kiba in this house (and she was specifically requested <3)-

🐺 She’ll bring you things!! Sticks she wants youtube throw, your stuffie when you look upset, a pair of shoes when you're looking outside

🐺 Now, the shoes are rarely ever matching, but the thought is what counts <3

🐺 She takes you on walks, you don’t take her on walks (Nightwolf takes you both on walks, but whatever)

🐺 She’ll whine when you tug on her fur by accident, but Nightwolf will teach you that you can’t pull her fur, soft pats, love

🐺 She doesn’t mind being used as a pillow or a stuffie while your watching your show, she’ll probably take a nap or stare at the colorful screen

🐺 She’ll sit at your tea party too, put a tiara on her and pour her tea, she can’t drink it, but if you keep feeding her little snacks she’ll stay

🐺 Nightwolf totally doesn’t get jealous by how much you wanna cuddle her instead of him, why would he?

🐺 . . . . But he is your Dada, not Kiba, you should remember that every once in a while and come cuddle him instead 🙄 <3

🐺 No but seriously, he does love seeing you hang out and interact with his little friends

🐺 He will join your cuddle sessions though, you can’t get rid of him that easily, darling

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Did you know in Mortal Kombat Defenders of the Realm, Kiba is an actual wolf? And her and Nightwolf combine to give him his Shamon powers? :D (Her relationship with Styker is ridiculous and I love it)

[fcmn]

The Saint

Spoilers warning!

I will talk about Saint and everything connected to him, so, go play Rain World if you didn't yet, or proceed to read as usual if you are an expirienced RW player or just don't care in general

So, I said in my previous post about Downpour, I said that Saint is worth a whole separate post to talk about him. So here it is.

Saint campaing. It's something you can call a dramatic story, very heavy and emotional. Especially if you are a long time player of Rain World. This campaing, as the last one you unlock, is going to get your emotions at peak. First thing you see is a snow, a lot of snow, a whole blizzard. You just go as game leads you via little tutorials, like it did in Survivors campaing, when first time played the game. After that, you realise, you are not in new unfamiliar enviroment, it's Sky Islands, probably one you are familiar with, because the last campaing you played (probably) was Spearmaster and his journey ended there. Now you are here again, it's the a familiar room, but also isn't at the same time, it's Windstep Spires now. Then you go out, and you don't see timer before rain, you see a new pips, showing your body temperature. It's something you never saw before, something new and unfamiliar. Then you go further, found some echoes and probably get to Chimney Canopy Solitary Towers, where you think about visiting Pebbles, because you have enough karma to go through gate leading to The Wall. But as you make your way by the familiar route, you see nothing but a void, and a music that play in that moment desribes your shock. Pebbles just isn't there. But where is he? You ask yourself and just rethinks your route. You probably went to Industrial, and further, to Garbage Wastes, and then the Shoreline, which didn't escape the fate of regions before it, being a Frigid Coast now. You go to Moon, to the Echo up her collapsed structure and then, she doesn't tell you anything useful. You decided to go and try to find Pebbles. You go to gates into Shaded Citadel from Frigid Coast, but at the moment ypu get to it, you already see something wrong. You think about it until you find a room from The Underhang and then it clicks. Five Pebbles fell, fell on the Shaded Citadel. Silent Constuct is a defenition of Saint's campaing. Remnants of the past, merged together into something new, what was is no longer there, and never will be, but it does give a chance for something new to take it's place. And then you meet Pebbles. Five Pebbles, who once was a godlike being, with power and knowledge that no one could ever have, now, just a remnant of it, almost a husk, little puppet, sitting on the metal floor, covered in hard snow and ice. Barely able to speak, he is not that angry and mean anymore, he is innocent. The way he talks when you do any type of harm to him is so childish, you can't harm him, not like that. He's suffering from his mistakes, alone in cold, didn't even deserved a punishment of death, doomed to a painful semblance of life. As you go up to karma 10, you are granted a godlike ability, maybe even higher than that. You can Ascend any creature, free it from the cycle, something that Ancients and Iterators were seeking for so long. You ascend Pebbles and Moon, and every other creature on your way, as Saint would do. Then you thinks, maybe Ascending is worth trying, you Ascended everyone on your path to the Depths, so, why not Ascended yourself too, you earned it after all. And as you go through all the dangers before Depths, you see... Nothing. Void Sea took it away, and will take the rest of the world probably. And you jump down, descending not even into the Void, into pure nothing. Almost nothing. You reach Rubicon, Rubicon of your journey. As you go through what seems to be hell and the memory of the world, as Saint didn't saw it, you get to the final part of it, swimming up the Void Sea, but, as Void worm comes for you to help you Ascend, Saint denies it's help and tries to Ascend it. All the karma he is got from this journey now is nothing, even less than nothing. Saint tries to go up, but fails at it and disintegrates into an echo of itself. Cycle closed in. Everything goes back. World's entropy was reclaimed.

So, what exactly IS Saint?

A slugcat, trapped within a cycle, doomed to be a part of it for eternity and even longer, while making his own job Ascending others. What an irony, creature that gives Ascension, is unable to reach it themself. Saint IS the triple affirmative, the solution of the Great Problem. The loop started over. Those who were seeking a way out, created the solution and went away, leaving their creation behind, dooming it for rotting alone, forever. Forever.

[dino-boyo-agere]

Bear in The Big Blue House hcs:

Tutter:

is quick to get frustrated when he finds it difficult to complete something like a task & he will get a meltdown and scream about it.

always talking.

being loud is his main personality trait!

singing what he does while he does it.

favorite activity is cooking, especially baking.

Treelo:

100% the softest, most delicate and sensitive baby.

meltdowns, lots of crying.

always tired.

often thinks ppl don't like him, when they don't acknowledge him for like ten seconds.

favorite activity is napping, kid loves to dream.

Ojo:

HUGE big sibling energy!!

always tryna to help take care of the smol ones.

asks so many questions about everything.

favorite things to do is singing and dancing with Luna and Bear.

Pip and Pop:

are probably chaotic big sibbies.. maybe babysit sometimes.

always causing trouble and mischief.

constantly involve smaller ones in their shenanigans.

their favorite activity to do is playing silly little pranks.

Bear:

amazing cg.

definitely gives the best hugs!!

tends to start crying, when comforting little ones, bc he's empathetic like that.

also cries when he gets adorable gifts from the kiddos.

favorite activities to do with the little ones are dancing, playing pretend and cuddling.

Luna:

would help bear wher-& however she can, theyd be a great cg duo!!

always sings lullabys for the little ones.

More strict than Bear.

favorite activity to do with the little ones is singing.

That's all I can think of right now, might add to it later though!

Thank you for reading, feel free to add your own Bear in The Big Blue House head canons, if you got some!

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