#explosive anon!! I missed u <3

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HELL YEAH >:D

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HSJSHS THANK YOUUUU 💖💞💓💝

[jayladfanpage]

OPENED the first page of Robin lives #3 and just EXPERIENCED EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

fuCK. LIKE. GENUINELY. FUCK. going to consume raw bismuth rn im sobbubg I had hopes after they showed Shelia and just F U C KKKKKKKKKKK

I think writers forget so much of what made adtif adtif and what made Robin Jason Robin Jason. that boy was willing to give up Robin at that point for just a loving family? The issues that led to adtif? WHAT ABOUT HIS whole struggle and issues with being robin itself? what are we even doing here. Nothing is addressed. Instead we get fucking revenge story after revenge story I'm going to implode die. now I feel stupid about waiting for it. I'm half incomprehensible about most of the things I HATED. DICK. What is he saying. God.

I miss u robin Jason, he was so much... a singular character... barr's run... starlin too to a degree... UGH. HIS CHARACTER THESIS IS LOVE ??? ON GOD I will consume 2 tons of pipebombs today fucking hell on god he barely gets dialog, he barely gets shit, I liked 1 panel and that s it im

Anyhow :D yippie ! Happy to see that you're here for fanon writers and all ! Super cool of you ! And your posts are vvv cool, much love ! Would love to hear your thoughts on Robin lives#3 :) <3

Anon you are so incredibly fucking real for this

Issue #3 is... such a fucking disappointment. Exactly like you said, already the first page makes my blood fucking BOIL.

There's a fundamental misunderstanding, in this issue, of where Red Hood!Jason's ideas of revenge come from. His obsession with Joker's death specifically isn't actually out of a need to have Joker dead, it's a need to prove to himself that Bruce loves him more than he loves his mission. Which is not true for Jason or any of Bruce's other children. Gotham will always come first.

So to have Jason go after Joker with the intent to kill him (and succeed at it!) is spitting in the face of all the complicated, messy familial ties that are at the core of UTRH, for the sake of some sense that Jason was always doomed to be the way he is as an adult.

Jason also doesn't feel good after killing people. He doesn't derive any pleasure from it. He's not disgusted by or ashamed of the things he's done, far from it, but to him the murders are just a means to an end. A task to complete if he wants to save Gotham in the way that Bruce isn't able to. Murdering people sure as fuck isn't the "best thing" to ever happen to him. What the fuck.

I also really hate this page. As much as I don't expect any teenager to fully "deal" with their trauma, because they're a teenager, Jason certainly wouldn't run from it. Jason is perhaps the most openly emotional Bat character, and that's always been one of his most important personality traits. He talks about his pain and his trauma, constantly and endlessly, because Jason benefits from communicating his emotions, even if he does it aggressively or explosively.

Plus, "paralyzed with fear" ?? Jason's fear response is FIGHT not freeze. It's never been freeze. Every time Jason is scared, as Robin or otherwise, he responds by picking a fight. He flings himself head-on to the thing that's making him afraid because god fucking damn it Jason has always been good at saving himself -- which is why he's so desperate to have Bruce kill Joker, so that somebody else will protect him for a change.

This plot I'm conflicted on. I've always hated Timmy Todd and always thought that Jason should have been Joker Junior instead. However, this was not the comic to do it in. Robin Lives should have been a comic about trauma and vulnerability and healing. Main Continuity already gives us the neverending loop of Jason's trauma, of how it keeps constantly getting worse and worse, and I wanted Robin Lives to have been different. I wanted it to grab me by the shoulders and say He could have been fine. Jason could have healed. If only things had been different, Jason Todd could have been good.

But it didn't. It's just another fucking Cheer storyline where we read about a child being "doomed from the beginning" and shifting the blame of Red Hood onto Jason for being a lost cause instead of acknowledging the greater context of Jason's death and revival and it's just. Ugh. It fucking sucks.

Also, Bruce would never say this about saving like a dozen children. "Bigger fish to fry" WHILE HE IS RESCUING BRAINWASHED CHILDREN? where is my Bruce Wayne and what did you do to him

About the fanon writers -- thank you! I always find the hate for them a little misplaced. There are dozens of canons across hundreds of comics and fanfiction as a medium is supposed to have a certain degree of separation from its source. I think a lot less people would be upset over "fanon" batfam fics if the writers understood better core traits of the characters. Fanfiction isn't about "Would [x] do this" it's about "How would [x] do this" and a lot of non-writers don't understand that and just think fanon is always horrible.

[lelengerine]

RAHHHHH UR STREAMER!HYUCK WORKS OMGGGG THEY JUST PERFECTLY ITCH A PART OF MY BRAIN I SWEAR

feel like we should have one where reader’s streaming but has to do something real quick and hyuck steps in to entertain chat while she’s gone and he just professes his love for her or smthg on stream 🤭🤭🤭

anon your mind is crazy (in a good way) because you got me thinking at 3 am yesterday and i just HAD to write this 😭 gamer!hyuck is literally a part of me now, we are one exo, BUT REALLY thank you so much for the req and i hope this one is to your liking 🤍🤍

in a heartbeat

pairing | streamer!hyuck x streamer!reader

genre | fluff, established relationship, they're playing minecraft just because, use of nicknames for reader (bub, baby) and hyuck (lovie), one cuss, use of she/her pronouns, please lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 0.8k

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“hyuckie, we need the quartz slabs over there- no- two blocks to your left.” you instruct, standing from afar as you watch your boyfriend struggle to follow along.

“like… right here?” he states unsurely as the block in his character’s hand is placed down on a small patch of grass. 

a couple of silent seconds pass with you inspecting the placement and how it fits with the entirety of the building design you had in mind, a couple of comments coming in from your viewers as well.

user_01: ahh this build is looking so cute already

user_02: EXACTLY THERE HYUCK WE LOVE THE PERFECTION!!!

“yup, it’s perfect. thank you, lovie!” you exclaim with a giggle, the seriousness in your tone from a few moments prior dropping down as if it was never there. 

“i feel like a contract worker, bub.” he lets out a faux whine, simply trying to garner your attention away from building for a few minutes.

“didn’t you sign up for this as my boyfriend, though?” you muse with a cheshire-like smile, right before getting up from your seat. 

“no- well, technically that’s not even included in boyfriend privileges!” your boyfriend huffs, continuing on with his work despite his protests. “chat, y/n’s being mean again!” 

you only shake your head at him before facing the camera prompted on your monitor. “i’ll quickly go to the bathroom and come back! we’ll work on the rest of the village later.” you bid softly before glancing back at haechan. “don’t do anything stupid, lovie. the last thing i want is a creeper blowing up everything we built today.” 

“are you calling me stupid?” haechan retorts back, dramatically hanging his jaw wide open. 

your shoulders shrug without much effort, the lackluster response resulting a frown washing over your boyfriend’s plump lips. “you said that, not me- but really, don’t fuck it up, hyuckie.” 

with that final reminder, you offer a small kiss to his sullen lips before rushing to the bathroom, a faint clicking noise from the door’s lock being heard by your boyfriend. 

he assumes you wont be able to hear him all the way from the bathroom, deciding to speak his mind freely. “gosh, what am i going to do with my baby, chat?”

user_03: we’ve been over this- she’s OUR baby

user_04: YEAH WHAT THEY SAID ^^

user_05: no but really, you guys are so cute :(( banter and all

haechan reads that last comment out, a small smile coming across his features. it’s messages like this he could read forever, if he was being frank with himself.

“you know guys…” haechan starts, pausing on the game for a while. “i think i love y/n.”

user_06: i’d be concerned if you weren’t, you guys r literally dating TT

“i don’t mean it like that! i mean i kinda do, but don’t?” he lets out a small chuckle, the sound dripping with fondness. “i feel like it’s just sunk in fully. i don’t think there could be anyone who’d even come close as a replacement. like, there wouldn’t be anyone else calling me stupid over minecraft, come on now!”

user_07: i think we collectively share the same braincell as y/n on this one

user_08: not u saying this after the continuous creeper explosions in the past hour

“you guys know where i’m trying to get at!” haechan playfully tuts at the viewers, reclining back on his chair a bit. “it’s just different with my baby. i would do things in a heartbeat for her.” he concludes with satisfaction from being able to say that in front of such a large online audience. 

“i could never forget about you guys, though! each one of you is important in my life too, y/n just gets the bigger share.” he speaks into his mic before pulling away, content with what he had to say.

user_09: awww lookie he care us :D

user_10: it’s okay, she has special privileges in all our hearts too

“let’s keep it a little secret from our beloved y/n though. i already know she’ll come to me bawling if she heard a peep of what i said.” he adds before the closing of a door is heard from a distance.

“i’m back!” your voice cuts through without warning, startling haechan a little by the way he jumps from his seat. “welcome back, bub.”

“what were you guys talking about without me?” you inquire, wanting to continue the forgotten conversation from where it left off. 

“it’s… a little secret between me and chat, right?” haechan’s eyes pans to his screen, reading the incoming replies.

user_11: yep yep! 

user_12: sorry y/nnie, hyuck told us to keep it a secret!

“what did you tell them?” you raise a questioning brow at him.

“nothing you need to be concerned about.” he tries to reassure you, a genuine expression taking over his features as he helps you wear your headphones again.

“promise?” you reach your pinky finger out to him, wanting confirmation of some kind, and he already knows his next move.

“promise.” his pinky wraps around yours, the small ounce of warmth making you smile unknowingly. “good. now let’s get back to building!!”

“you heard the boss, everyone.” haechan playfully rolls his eyes, but the action is only for show as he quickly tags along behind your moving character, ready to help you map out that village you’ve been planning—because for you, he’d really do anything in a heartbeat.

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Hello! Hope you are drinking enough water! 💦💦💦💦

Can I request lee! TodoBaku with Ler! Hawks? It's okay if not, thank you ^^

Remember to take care of yourself!

Yes yes YES!!! I love ler!Hawks so much!!! I’ve gotcha covered, anon! :D

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“You like him, don’t you?”

And just like that, training got much more interesting.

~~~

Hawks was a simple hero. He did his job. He enjoyed the occasional spicy snack and loved the attention he received from fans and fellow heroes alike. And he loved kids.

So naturally when U-A asked him to come down and train some of the darling ankle biters, he said…yes. Be it a bit reluctantly.

Okay okay, he wasn’t completely against it. He did love the kids, he just didn’t really know what to train them in. His skillset wasn’t exactly “hero approved” despite the No. 3 title, and the only kid he could confidently teach, Tokoyami, is already with him (though that floaty girlfriend of his was pretty fun to practice with).

However- where there were students and practice, there was gossip. Something Hawks shamelessly enjoyed. Tokoyami was fairly tight-lipped on most of it, occasionally sharing a story or two with his beloved mentor, but Hawks was a curious little birdman. He wanted more.

Today was proving to be quite the gold mind it seemed.

~~~

“Huh?” Bakugou started, starting to scowl as the winged hero floated nearby, leisurely watching him. “What the hell does that even mean?”

“You like him. You can’t hide it from me- I see the way you look at him.” Hawks had the gall to wink, a knowing look that made his blood run hot. “Ah, young love. How I miss it.”

“You make it sound like you’re old as shit.” Bakugou grumbled, earning a glare. “And for the record, I don’t! I want nothing to do with that Icy-Hot jerk!”

“Oo, a pet name! See, I can tell you’re into him.” Hawks was grinning now, clearly pleased with the effect his teasing was having on the angry teen. “Tell me- was it all that Todoroki charm that woo’d you?”

“What the hell are you even saying-”

“Oh I bet it was that serious demeanor. They all have that, don’t you know? All stoic and tough.”

“Hawks-”

“Nah, nah. I know what it is. It’s those eyes huh?” Hawks swooned dramatically, leaning into his wings as if he were a teen girl falling into her bed. “Todoroki men's eyes! Icy blue, I could swim in them for days-”

“Shut the hell up!” Explosions rained out, filling the room temporarily with smoke. When it faded, a clearly flustered Bakugou stood, arm still outstretched.

“Feisty aren’t we?” Hawks was unfazed, brushing soot from the end of his coat as he landed beside the other, eyes dancing at the shock on his face. “It’s gonna take more than that to send me flying, kiddo. Now- back to you and your love life.”

“Back to me like hell! I’m not-Gah! Stop it!” Bakugou was about to argue once more when his sides were suddenly jabbed- feathers appearing out of nowhere and poking him. “Get off!”

“No way! Not when I’ve discovered yet another nugget of information!” Hawks grinned, releasing more feathers to dance around the kid. “Okay, spill. How long have you been crushing on him? Don’t bother being coy- it’s just you and me.”

“I tohohohohold you! I’m not into hihihihihim!” Bakugou growled, his voice breaking with reluctant giggles. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, unable to block out the tickly projectiles around him. “Cut it ohohohohoohut! We’re supohohoohohsed to be trrahhahahaining!”

“Oh we are training!” Hawks reassured him. “I’m just interrogating you while we do it.”

Bakugou yelped when a feather wiggled beneath his armpit, an explosion shooting off towards the flying hero as he attempted to fight back. “Ahehehehehehe! Get awahahahhhahahy!” He tried to fly across the room, but those damn feathers followed, zapping his strength. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuuhck!”

“Language! Man- feisty and foulmouthed. Where have I seen that before?” Hawks chuckled as he walked over, giving the squirming youth a few prods in the ribs. “So, back to you. How long have you been crushing on him? Mister Icy-Hot?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuht uhuhuuhuhuhuhuhp! As if Bakugou could get any redder! Damn this smug overgrown chicken and his knowing looks! “Yohohohohohu soohohohohohund duhuhuhuhuhumb!”

“And you’re not denying it anymore- finally coming to terms with your feelings?” Hawks cooed, easily evading another explosion. “Ho ho, I like you! Endeavor wasn’t lying when he said you were a handful!”

“What about the old man?” Todoroki walked in, brows furrowing upon seeing the chaos before him. “And what’s going…”

“Ah, Mini-roki!” Hawks stood with a grin, temporarily giving Bakugou a break as he flew over, tossing an arm over his shoulders. “Question for you- what’s your opinion on blondes?”

“Hehe..Icy hohohot…run.” Bakugou grunted, too exhausted to move.

“Why do you ask?” Todoroki eyed the other wearily, starting to back up, only for a large red wing to block him in. “Hawks?”

“Just curious! Blondes are pretty neat huh? Especially loud ones?” He waggled his brows, only furthering the other’s confusion.

“I guess…” Todoroki eyed the wings now, leaning away when they grazed his arms. “What are you-”

“Mini-roki, do you like someone?” Hawks asked, going right for the jugular. “A certain loud blonde who I just took down seconds ago?”

Todoroki’s response was lost as an explosion split them apart, Bakugou hot on his trail. “SHUT THE HELL UP CHICKEN!” He raged, sending explosion after explosion at the cackling prohero. “Icy Hot- help me kick Big Bird’s A-AHH Ahehahahahahhahahahaha!”

The feathers were back, going straight for his armpits once more, bringing him down to his knees. “Tsk tsk tsk. Big Bird huh? That’s a new one.” Hawks mock groaned, turning to Todoroki. As suspected, the other seemed frozen, cheeks pink and eyes wide. Ah, so he was right afterall. “Come on, Mini-roki. Aren’t you gonna save your boyfriend?”

“W-What? I-he-Hawks-AH!” The other didn’t get a chance to react before feathers descended on him, brushing along his neck and ears while two others slipped past his jacket, drilling into his ribs. “Ahehehahahahahhaa! Nohohohoohhoo! Dohohoohn’t do tahhahahahahhaht!”

“Ah, young love.” Hawks sighed as he took a seat, his wings doing all the work as the two squirmed and cackled along the cool gym floors. “Brings me back.”

Hawks made a mental note to start filling in for more training days with the kids.

I hope this was good!

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay im giving my fallout ocs their tumblrs back! Hopefully nothing bad happens!

💥 mygenderis-c4 reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

💥 mygenderis-c4

The thorn should let me use my explosives in the ring smh

💥 mygenderis-c4

I mean, they do let me but the spectators stand too close to the edge and end up in the splash zone

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Wait what is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its like an underground fight club type of place. Its mostly just fighting angry and irradiated creatures

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Ohhhhh its like spin the wheel at nukaworld on tour! Last time i was there i fought a couple of deathclaws

💥 mygenderis-c4

You fought… a pair…??? Wtffffffff

#seriously whats in the water in appalachia??? #for a carnival game???

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ive got 99 problems and Mr. House calling me a good girl would fix most of them

#if you asked me for an exact number #itd probably be 69 of my problems ;) #marilyn youre a star

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Just got kicked out of the tops. Guess they couldnt handle my swag at the blackjack table 😗✌️

#and thats why the atomic wrangler is where its at!

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Imagine being so down bad for a dead businessman that him giving you attention would solve most of your problems

🧠 big-mt-head

@.uh-ohthemisery we were talking about vagueing the other day. Is this that?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Why are you asking me, sir? Also yes

🧠 big-mt-head

Is she vagueing @.mrhouseownsmysoul ?

⏳ start-startover

Why tf did u tag her?!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oh so little miss “get tf off anon” is vauging me now? Tell me deja, how many times did you kill dean?

⏳ start-startover

Ive made my peace with the failed timeloops. Hes alive now which is more than i can say for house

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ill have you know that mr house is alive and well thank you very much!

⏳ start-startover

Alive? Sure. Well? Now, thats up for debate

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

You leave my husband’s health problems out of this!

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Suzie he literally reeks of formaldehyde

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Arent you dating a stealth suit?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Oh uh look at the time

⏳ start-startover

Holy shit did she just fucking deactivate???

#rip dalcia #was kinda weird that you were in love with a stealth suit #but you were cool nonetheless #until we meet again

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged big-mt-head

🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady what is the atomic wrangler?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Do you know what a bar is?

🧠 big-mt-head

Dr. Borous told me about how he would sneak into them while attending American High School. There were a couple in Dr. 0’s movies that he showed me. I think Dr. Dala mentioned people watching at them once or twice.

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Well thats what the atomic wrangler is. I could take you sometime if you… uh… want to research human behavior at bars more?

🧠 big-mt-head

Fascinating. According to my schedule, i dont have any other science activities tonight

#sir i need to know what other science activities you have

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New blog, who dis?

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Didnt you just deactivate?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Shhhh…

#i was never here

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Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#we do need new razorgrain plants #fuck me #ill be coming back with vodka

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Okay theyre losing tumblr privileges again

[six-demon-bag]

just read miss america and im too shy to comment on ao3 bc idk how to do it anonymously so pls have this instead

1) i fucking love how prolific u are holy shit like yaasss king/queen/royalty figure, please relentlessly pelt me with fics...ratatata me with ur machine gun lookin ass (very affectionate)

2) no for real im obsessed how do u write so fast, it's like ur drip-feeding me with fic and im flourishing (thank you sm)

3) im the same anon who was binging the other day and said night-night baby and man u seem cool as hell and i wanna talk to u in the wb discord but don't want to be perceived in big servers so i just lurk like a weirdo but i support u sm *insert kris jenner ur doing great sweetie meme here*

4) onto the actual fic comments (yes i needed 3 prior list items before i got to this), i enjoyed it sm. it was hot and funny LOL. i adore when soldat is just a horny puppy. and zemo, omfg. maybe the real treasure is the milking machine we become along the way, is what i was thinking as your fic ended and it was hilarious

5) i haven't read through all your stuff yet but i was wondering how you felt about AUs? like in settings unrelated to marvel at all but still WB. just curious!

aww thanks im glad you enjoyed that one too! such a fun prompt. love to eat peoples prompts. my fics are unlocked so idk if you can comment as a guest, but here works fine too (no pressure!)

i do not control the speed at which lobsters die fics happen to me 😌

the secret formula:

New Hobby Obsession Phase + way too much time on my hands = fic explosion

plus people dropping prompts and ideas into my brain. eventually fics fall out. plus whatever chaos exists in my head already. thats between god and the devil, i have nothing to do with it

servers can be intimidating!! you can always dm me if you want or continue anon lurking, i get it 💜

i dont have any full AUs posted, they’re all canon divergence at most. it takes a lot to reel me in on a full fledged AU, though of course i have 3 lurking in my wip (“wip”) files. who knows if they’ll ever happen tbh

[pinkseas]

All of your eggpire headcanons.

HELLO ?????? have u ever read photosynthesis anon bc almost every single one of these is gonna be something i wrote into it

okay. um. alright.

okay well first of all to be clear this is set in my dream world where the egg gets its proper finale and Fucking Dies and does not come back and they get to heal and such.

second of all this is also in a world where theres no revive book and dream is fucking Dead and the prison goes unused, so my punz hcs ignore most of his recent characterization and the staged disc finale and such.

third of all sam and ponk get into a huge argument over the egg while ponk is possessed and sam is unknowingly fighting off possession, which is when/where ponk loses their arm as opposed to over the prison thing.

while the egg looks and functions very similarly to a plant, its actually made up of components extremely similar to blood and flesh. the bloodvines themselves work almost like veins, branching out to solidify the egg's presence in the world and siphon energy from the earth itself and all those living there. the lava is less like blood and more like saliva, consuming and breaking down what it comes in contact with.

the egg is extremely empathetic. it senses intent. it learns. it learns how to read people, their wants and motivations and what makes them snap, and learns how to speak in order to use that information against them. it learns to harden itself and turn invulnerable when explosions rock the earth, learns the feel and effects of gunpowder as it explores the crater, and saves itself just in time when quackity attempts to blow it up. it learns to cause harm to anyone who tries to physically hurt it.

the egg is a parasite, both to the world and those it corrupts. it enters the body through the mind, moving slowly, holding power and want and desire just out of reach. it feels like a second heartbeat in your chest. it feels like a fullness, a wholeness, so much that you could burst. it breaks down the barrier between your mind and its own, until you cant tell which thoughts and wants and intentions are yours and which belong to the egg. until you no longer think that the difference matters.

everyone is effected differently in the way that will best keep them under control. skeppy is made wholly apathetic, hannah confused and disoriented, punz given independence and power so long as he returns when called. it knows how to trap those it corrupts.

bad and skeppys mansion turns into a sort of big communal house for the eggpire members. some stay there more often than others, but eventually everyone has their own room, and it's a second home to all of them

antfrost is basically a tabaxi. i actually struggled a lot with picturing him in my head UNTIL while i was writing his scene in chapter 1 the word tabaxi popped into my head and my entire brain restarted and now its my favoritest little hc ever likeeeeeeee. yeah <3

antfrost gets really bad sleep paralysis post-egg

skeppy has a whole Thing with diamonds and general ore/jewels and stuff the same way that hannah has a Thing with roses and flowers and general nature

the egg got a very good chunk of its power from that connection through skeppy when skeppy locked himself in with it, and thats the reason the vines spread so rapidly and the egg room became so fucked so quickly afterwards, because it now had a connection to the earth itself

sam never Really shook the effects of the egg. he really tried to, but he still gets bits and pieces and whispers, and theres still something dark and ugly in the back of his mind that he cant actually get rid of or push out.

post-egg, ponk is the one to reach out and get most of the members together again to help each other out and try to learn how to be real friends again

ponk misses the egg the most. they all do in their own ways, but the egg was ponk's first ever strong sense of community and belonging and he hates how much that meant to him and how much he longs for it some days.

ponk prefers using their arm as is to a prosthetic. that isnt to say they dont HAVE a prosthetic, sam is constantly modifying and improving it, but. the bloodvines that became their arm and hand and wrist and fingers after it was severed felt so real. sometimes the feeling and control they get from the prosthetic reminds them a little too much of the egg, whereas the stump is a reminder that theyre free.

bad gets pretty bad hallucinations post-egg, and has more than once become COMPLETELY convinced that the egg has returned. it was very messy the first time, especially when no one knew whether or not it was true, but they quickly fall into a routine of contacting hannah or skeppy when it happens.

the reason hannah was so quickly taken by the egg and the reason it was so disorienting and confusing to her is largely because the egg used her connection to roses/flowers/nature against her, forcing its way into her head

hannah is an only child and her family is very nice and loving !! its part of why shes so like Good with emotions and so. well. Sane

hannah spent a lot of time traveling on her own before she settled down in the dream smp

she actually meets c!boomer During These Travels and that's when he initially dies. havent figured out my hcs for when/how he ends up in the dream smp yet but him as a ghost or zombie or whatever is so funny to me. that or hannah THINKS he dies and is forced to run but he Survives and then they end up in the same place again

hannah hummingbird wings. photosynthesis i also made them magic for Convenience considering a lot of things but in an ideal world they are very physical very real feathers and all

hannah is a very big fan of hot chocolate, rain, and storms

bbh is VERY good at baking, and hannah is VERY good at cooking. every other time bad tries to teach her to bake, he also pranks her in some way. she eventually starts learning from tina instead

the egg was actually greatly weakened when foolish was sacrificed, which led to quackity being able to destroy it for good during the red banquet. where it was able to more slowly draw power from hannah and skeppy, foolish's connection to death hit it all at once and fucked it up Quite A Bit. not only did it not have time to process/adapt/adjust, but because the power was Death, well. yeah <3

when quackity's weapons failed to piece the egg's membrane, he got frustrated and desperate enough to try using his teeth. it worked, and is a large part of the reason he was able to take it down. the egg was Not prepared for teeth.

quackity, foolish, eret, and sam eventually visit more and become more comfortable around the eggpire members post-banquet whereas puffy, niki, purpled, and fundy generally avoid them at all cost

they start calling themselves the badlands again

the badlands become very close with kinoko and las nevadas. while it starts with bbh reconciling with quackity, sapnap, gnf and the others, a lot of other friendships are quick to form

skeppy is everyones go-to when they need to bitch about something. he listens well and will either bitch right along with them or let them know if theyre the one in the wrong

hannah and ponk start a big garden together, ponk teaching hannah how to grow fruits and vegetables and hannah teaching ponk how to grow flowers

punz is Very blunt with his emotions. he doesnt outwardly seem to care much but when his opinion or thoughts are asked for he doesnt hesitate to answer honestly, and he spends a decent bit of time at the mansion instead of deciding to stay away entirely

punz has changed the least since the egg, but the power he felt under it is something he doesnt think he'll forget for as long as he lives.

the egg almost corrupts quackity. almost. but quackity already has a parasite in his body, already has something haunting him and a second heart beating in his chest, and that parasite had far too strong and steady a hold on him already for the egg to get in.

similarly, tommy is immune to the egg because the egg does not care to try and tempt him, does not care to reshape and mold him when he's already so bent out of place. there is nothing the egg can promise nor threaten that tommy would listen to, and so it does not waste the energy trying

tubbo cries because the egg is in his head, because the egg promises that tubbo could have peace, could have community, could serve the greater good again. tubbo cries because the egg forces its way through all of his barriers, takes every emotion he has repressed and compartmentalized and forces the dam to burst all at once. it doesnt work, in the end, but its a valiant enough effort

[trashlie]

(FP 235 spoilers ‼️) "if you won't let me have you" 🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️💥💥💥💥💥 *car brakes screeching* *glass shattering* *explosions* *sirens going off* *cats meowing dogs barking* *more explosions* MISS YOO MA'AM did you seriously just say that... do you even hear yourself..... maya was gagged we were all completely gagged i actually have no words. there is nothing to say. except for thank you maya and hopefully that bite doesn't leave a mark gfhsdgjfk

shinae about dieter: so nice :) so comforting :) teddy bear :) shinae about nol: HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST YOU FUCKER I WILL KILL YOUU

also alyssa? is shinae.. jealous bc he's with alyssa? is it that unbearable that he's hers and not yours?? even tho the relationship is fake??? oh my god she really is down so so soooo bad. not that it's surprising it's just different to actually see it yk. listen i knew she'd match nol's energy/intensity (bc mirrors and all) but i was NOT expecting her to hit the ceiling like that and be *this* fiery. but i absolutely love it.

just had to get it off my chest because GSHADGSHJGK i'm sure u understand <3 -lil anon 😼

oh. it's insecurity too isn't it. bc now she's subconsciously comparing herself to alyssa. pretty, talented, successful alyssa and ;A; babygirl don't go there... 💔 i've actually been wondering if/how shinae's insecurities and low self-esteem would play into this, remember how she said she didn't understand why dieter would even like her. AAAAAH :(( at least hopefully she'll remember what he said about this "relationship" last night. AHHHHHHH. ok sorry for the spam i'm gonna go lie face down in the sea now byee -lil anon 😼

LIL ANOOOOOOOOOOOOON

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHRIEKS AND SWINGS FROM THE RAFTERS

Honestly you sum it up SO WELL i will NEVER be able to top it so honestly hats off to you Lil Anon you get it YOU GET IT YOU GET IT SCREAMS AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GET IT THIS IS HAPPENING?!

IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU?!

IF I?

CAN'T?

HAVE?

YOU?????????????? MISS MA'AM DO YOU /HEAR/ YOURSELF OF COURSE SHE DOESN'T SHE'S FULLY FERAL, TO words are coming out of her mouth without thought she is NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY ONLY RAGE RAGE RAGE AGAINSTTHE LAD

I CANNOT HANDLE THE LEVEL OF MIRRORIN THEY ARE DOING LIKE holy SHIT simultaneously figuring this out, HER ENTIRE REALIZATION MIRRORING HIS!!!!!!!!!! the same feral fucking energy lmao the next time she sees him.......... alfjafkakfjjkafjkafkakjfajkf someone NEEDS to hold her back she is SOOOOOOOOOOO DOWN BAD SOOOOOOOOOOO BAD OH MY GOD LAFKJAKJFJAFKAFJK

Someone recently messaged me with a question from quim's curiouscat that had asked if anyone in ILY is possessive and BOY FUCKIN HOWDY DID SHINAE GIVE US HER ANSWER HUH?! GODDDDDDDD

I think it's both jealousy and insecurity, though. Jealousy because SHE can't have him but ALYSSA can? EVEN THOUGH SHE JUST LEARNED THE NIGHT BEFORE THAT THE WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS FAKE IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING HE DOESN'T FEEL THAT WAY. But in that moment, as Minhyuk basically describes all the things Alyssa is - she's good looking and talented, look at that body, she's famous now, she's got what she wanted - everything Shinae ISN'T. And like WE know that NONE of that means anything to Nol, that it's instead all the things Shinae is that Alyssa isn't - compassionate, empathetic, grounded, the way SHE sees Nol.

But in that moment she just feels so pale next to Alyssa, what could he EVER see in her and SHE DOESN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE IT FOR WHAT IT IS. SHE'S SO JEALOUS AND GETS SO ROCKED BY IT THAT SHE /LEAVES WITHOUT EATING/!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She wants him SO badly - wants to see him, all of him!!!!!!!!! And Alyssa gets something she doesn't?!

But yes I also very much think it's the insecurity. She's not thinking rationally here or she'd remember what he told her about Alyssa and instead the part of her that knows, the part of her that's been acting on this, what's between them, sees how she stacks up against Alyssa and how, at face value, she can't stand against her!

I'm hoping that maybe getting some sleep will bring back the pragmatic side of her brain but hey, if she has to... charge in to Nol's room this evening after she wakes up and confront him in order to be reminded then HEY BE MY GUEST SHINAE. GO AHEAD ALFJKAKFJFAKJAFKJAFKAKFJJAKFJKAFJKAF LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ngl there's a part of me that SO BADLY wants and NEEEEEEEDS Shinae to have a moment of jealousy that slips out, the whole "if I can't have you" the "she gets to?" something that makes him remind her that Alyssa has none of him, that she never has, and that if anyone has him it's HER IT'S SHINAE THE ONE STANDING RIGHT THERE THE ONE WHO TOOK HIS HEART WHEN HE WAS LOOKING THE ONE WHO'S ROCKED HIS WHOLE WORLD.

Have you ever stopped to really consider the fact that like.... Nol just woke up from NEARLY FUCKING DYING and the first thing he does is realizes "OH MY GOD I HAVE FEELINGS FOR SHINAE" lmfao like. DUDE ALMOST DIED AND HE'S JUST HAVING AN AWAKENING OVER HERE LMAO

They're both going through ALL the stages of puberty in one go (don't think I missed those smutty mangas I HAVE EYES) and it's SO FUNNY. The moodiness, the irritability, incapable of handling their too big emotions, denial, embarrassment, the "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO HAVE FEELINGS".

Shinae's gonna roll up to Nol's room like I'M HERE TO RETURN EVERYTHING YOU STOLE FROM ME but THERE'S ONE THING HE STOLE THAT HE CAN'T RETURN SHINAE NANNER NANNER NANNER THAT'S HIS HEART NOW

/SHRIEKS

Maya really was us she really got up to bat and hit it home for us. "I like this part" BITCH YOU SAID IT, WE DO, TOO. It was SO meta, sooooo good. "MY BOY PROBLEMS ARE REAL, HELP ME!" absolutely BROKE ME. One day Shinae is trying to pretend she doesn't care what people say behind her back and suddenly she is yakking poor Maya's ear off about a boy who IS SO CLEARLY STUPIDLY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER AFKLKJAFKJAFKJAFKJAFJLKAFJKAFKJAFJKAJKFAJFK

the way she just. LOOKED at Shinae and KEPT WATCHING HER rant and rave SHE IS US AND SHE DID THIS FOR US HURRAH also yes i hope ur feral cat Shinae bite mark heals fine lkjfkjafkjafkafkj LMAO

[top10statuesthatcriedblood]

i can’t believe i dropped out of college in boston and moved back home mere months before wamsxoginasfs explosion. on one hand i am devastated on the other i am sososo happy for all of u peace and love on planet earth <3

AAWWWWW ANON NOOOO at least you made the change for YOU though!!! and i very much could have missed this for multiple reasons but im so grateful it worked out 😭 BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH i swear i gave all of my energy for everyone that couldnt be there 🫡 there will be future shows for us yet!!!!

[moonlitmeeks]

being friends with the marauders whilst dating remus lupin !

type; headcanons

warnings; v brief food mentions

request; hey! how you doing?? i was wondering if you could do some platonic headcanons of the marauders and maybe the love interest is remus, have a good day! love your work<3 - anon

a/n; hi! i’m good thank u - i hope you are too!! id love to omg,, have the best day!! thank u sm that means the world <3 i hope you like these! i'm testing out a new format and i like how much more detailed it makes these?

the marauders were famous for two things

- the insane amounts of chaos that they brought to the corridors of hogwarts

- and the undeniable strength of their friendship

so in becoming their friends, you knew you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon

- you were part of their little group, a gathering of five whom brought endless excitement and laughter

- it's literally never a dull day in their company

i feel like i really need to talk about the sorting ceremony, as it's kind of the only event you really need to sit within your houses

- if you're in gryffindor? brilliant. spectacular. you'd sit with them every year and try to guess which house each first year is sorted into.

- peter is scarily good at guessing, he claims he can sense people's vibes before he meets them

- if you aren't in gryffindor, it's not a problem. they'd sneak you onto their table, donned in one of their spare robes and tie so you blend in more

- if anyone was to bring it up, they'd just pretend they had no idea what the other person was talking about

- and if minnie just so happened to miss you wedged between remus and peter? well, then it is what it is.

- other times though, like meals or study sessions, you're always seated with each other

classes together goes just as well as you'd expect

- you've since been banned from partnering with sirius in potions, him having caused one too many explosions for slughorn's liking whenever the two of you were together

- getting told off for talking is just a daily occurrence

- but you and remus have mastered the perfect note passing technique. it's totally foolproof, you haven't been caught once.

- (this comes in handy when you later start dating and want to pass cute love letters back and forth)

you're always welcome in their dorm room, either for a minute or the whole night

- james would be the one frantically cleaning away their mess whilst sirius teased him, because "y/n already knows what we're like, prongs, stop trying to impress them"

- anyways. on the occasions that you would spend the night there, there was the problem of where you would sleep

- there was no way they'd let you sleep on the ground but also. they aren't really about to give up their beds any time soon. so the solution? share a bed of course!

- the first time this happened, you were put with remus, who didn't seem too phased by it

- wrong. this boy was sweating buckets at the thought of you being so close to him in such an intimate and domestic setting

- you'd gone to bed with a pillow barrier, backs turned to one another. but, when you'd woken up, you found the pillows tossed onto the floor and an arm wrapped around your middle

- the other three never let you hear the end of it

though, maybe it was for the best as, sure enough, in your fourth year, you and remus start going out!

- sirius does moan on about dating inside of the group, but he doesn't mean any of it. he just likes to be dramatic. secretly he's your number one fan.

- of course, james is ecstatic. we all know what he's like.

- peter is just so happy for you both, bless him

now, let's focus a little more on dating remus for a bit

- god, he's such a sweet boyfriend

- a lot of your nights end with you two curled up on a couch in the common room before the fire, one of you with your head on the other's chest whispering to one another

- this man has an abundance of jumpers. so go ahead and steal a few, he doesn't care. in fact, he loves it. so so much.

- you help him out as much as you can with his lycanthropy; not only on the actual full moon in your animagus form, but whenever he needs it. if his joints are aching, he has particularly bad injuries, migraines, anything. if you can help out, you will.

- he loves pressing kisses to your nose. that's it.

the dynamic of your group never changes though

- you still all sit together at breakfast, the only difference being remus's arm is now slung over your shoulder as you argue with james about stealing your slice of toast

- pranks are still pulled constantly, no change there. remus will just ensure you never get caught as much as he can. he'll hide you from a teacher's sight if he can. though, this did lead to filch asking him to "stop hiding y/n y/l/n, mr lupin"

- and you, remus, peter and sirius still sit in the stands at far too early in the morning to watch james's quidditch practice

the amount of teasing does increase ten fold, but honestly, you had to have expected that

- peter jokes you two are now the parents of their group, even though you're just as, if not more, irresponsible as they are

- sirius will walk in on you two simply cuddling and claim you need to 'get a room!'

- any time james is teased for his crush on lily, he'll always find a way to make a joke about you and remus, and how disgustingly in love you are

- it's never done out of malice though, obviously

dating remus lupin whilst being a part of the marauders is nice. it's chaotic and exciting, but also soft and sweet.

remus lupin my beloved <3 i rly hope you like this - i rly loved writing them!!!

remus lupin taglist; @thesilverskull @mendesxruel @lilgayn00dle @nightofthelivingpoet @apocketfullofstorms @bazpitchs-violin @neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter @transias @pagetpagetpagetpaget @adoreachilles @wlfstxr @cozyballofanxiety @matte-moony @d22malfoys @ms-heartbreak-queen @kirschtei4n @anderperrysupremacy

marauders era masterlist !

[viriyanon]

'tired' ? for your challenge :P

a.n. anon u... u reel me into a very dangerous thought okay. for the first 3 minutes, congratulation. but not after that. not toDAY SATAN!!1!1!1!!1

also. this is unexpectedly LONG. SO. LONG.

jiang yuelou sighs in annoyance after hanging up zhan junbai's phone call, telling him that his men failed to track down hong kong's emerging opium dealer that currently supplies jing city with an unidentified type of poppy. the whole police bureau is on fire due to this discovery.

"all i could confirm is that they indeed sell a new type of opium, presumably from india. but we failed to extract any information about the leader, let alone catching them. they were enforced by british authorities and my men suddenly were outnumbered," says junbai dimly from the other side of the line, clearly not liking the unpredicted variable in their perfectly planned undercover.

the executive offers an apology, which yuelou dismisses in a second 'cause executive zhan, regardless this one very failure, is still the best external alliance ever. the most reliable source, partner, and friend. yuelou can't ask for a better connection than zhan junbai.

but that doesn't change the current result. coming with that are mayor cai's aggravation and bai jinbo's wrath. song rong and sun yongren can only dip their head down watching the commissioner throw those paper in their boss' face, saying how incompetent yuelou is.

("well, let's see if commissioner bai can capture them by himself!" sun yongren says quietly, aggressively biting a baozi in his head 'cause it's pass dinner already.)

so, having a bad day is an understatement. it's beyond bad, it's bad bad. jiang yuelou is not someone who accepts defeat easily, he never wants to be one step behind. when he's one step behind, he must be in the chasing mode—he must be the one controlling the lane, the illusion of safety margin that manipulates the target's decision, the pace of their game. but today, someone else's successfully taking over him without his permission, dragging him around like a lifeless ragdoll.

thinking about him getting controlled by an unknown party burns him, anger boils in his vein—violence at the tip of his fingers, ready to transfer his rage to anything and anyone without mercy. upon seeing jiang yuelou disappear into his room, song rong and sun yongren immediately rush to every corridor that yuelou will have to walk through to exit the building, telling everyone not to initiate any conversation if their boss pass them by to avoid making the bureau a blood painted crime scene.

"don't- don't talk to chief jiang when he walks out, understand?!" sun yongren repeats the same information to some rookies coming in for their night shift before running to other corridor. the young officers, still with their idealism and lack of experience, take it with a grain of salt.

next thing they know is they freeze under the wall-mounted lamp as jiang yuelou grimly walks down the corridor. noone says anything to him, not even looking up from the carpeted tiles after they nod to salute him. his subordinates immediately clear out of his way, bumping their shoulders into the wall to avoid bumping into the walking wrath instead.

the said chief passes by the rookies too, giving them a side-eye, and they feel like they just get caressed by death. the yellow lights from the filament lamp falls on his pale white face, clenched jawline, and riled expression every two meter, making his appearance more hair-rising due to scanty lighting and blank spots. in addition, winter wind is particularly strong this week, easily slipping inside from the gap between the window frame and the stone surface. the corridor, dimly lit and gravely chilling, feels like a gate to the underworld and yán wáng is coming to take them personally, for a good minute.

the chief keeps striding without diverting his attention anymore, eyes fixed forward to shove everyone aside. he only has one destination set in his mind now and before he gets to it, his revolver will aim towards whoever gets in his way and extricate them his way, which usually is... freestyle.

when yuelou arrives in front of yuzhi’s front gate, he can’t help the bubbling anger overflowing his already small pot. the wooden doors are closed, tight, locked, yelling at him “no chen yuzhi today.” noone in this world would understand the immense effect this sentence can do to jiang yuelou who has grown a co-dependency with the doctor. today is marked as yuelou’s worst setback in life.

the chief exhales loudly, admitting his defeat to the universe, and makes his way towards his house with heavy shoulders. the rage and anger he wanted to lash out recklessly towards chen yuzhi douses entirely by the fact that the doctor’s not home to listen to him vent. thank goodness the snowfall is not heavy today unless he’d bury himself under the thick snow in one of jing city’s darkest alley. it’s sad that he is alone in this big, big world today. dramatic, but valid.

just when he’s about to open the gate to his house, he sees they are already unlocked. jiang yuelou never forgets unlocking his own house. facing unforeseen danger on daily basis, yuelou immediately slips his hand into his jacket and pulls out the revolver from its holster. he opens the wooden gate slowly, trying not to make even a creak from the rusty hinge and accidentally announce his appearance instead.

slowly but steadily, the gap widens and he steps inside with his arms are stretched out, his revolver is ready for some quick shooting. but he is welcomed with his brightly lit house in lieu of a group of opium dealers whose lives he ruined in the past. his eyes widen in disbelief upon seeing steam rising from freshly cooked foods on his dining table. yuelou freezes from his place, his arms gradually lowering themselves as well as his self defense.

soon, a man dressed in a warm ivory white knitted turtleneck appears with two plates of dish in his hand coming out from his kitchen and setting them on the table with other dishes. his hair, as usual, combed neatly—unlike yuelou’s hasty finger-combing technique. he is wearing yuelou’s slipper, the one he left behind in his living room when he was off to work. the moment the said man looks up and meets him in the eyes, a smile blossoms on his face, so beautiful yuelou can feel his heart wrenches from the mere sight.

"yuelou? you're home."

this is the view he's always dreaming of for God knows how long but never dares to tell. to come home to chen yuzhi dressed in a warm clothes, smiling under the bright light of jiang residence and welcoming him with a tight hug. and if he tells him he misses him into his ear, yuelou will pepper him with kisses all over his face, free of charge for undeterminable time, until yuzhi is tired from giggling and trying to escape from his iron grip. until he puts his palm over yuelou's lips as the last attempt to prevent him from attacking his face again and smile playfully at yuelou's temporary defeat. until the glint in his gleaming doe eyes changes into something like want, something that sounds like a request to kiss him properly if yuelou has some energy left to be wasted.

and jiang yuelou will not ask twice if he catches yuzhi's eyes flicker to his lips just once and goes back to meet his eyes. because yuzhi will see him doing the same thing too and he will understand that both of them want it.

jiang yuelou slams the wooden gate close, storming towards chen yuzhi whose eyes widen at his explosive reaction. impulsivity has neither been a best friend nor a rival, in yuelou’s case, but he learns to run for what his heart longs the most. and this is the first time his body really runs for what his heart wants. his heart wants comfort.

the chief throws away his revolver once he is inside his house and immediately reaches out for the doctor. one of his arm pulls yuzhi closer to his body as tight as he could while the other one is fixated on yuzhi's jawline, gently tilting it to a better angle ‘cause,

fuck this.

"yue-"

chen yuzhi never finishes his name as yuelou closes their gap and captures his upper lip, his teeth painfully clashing against yuelou as the latter miscalculates his strength. but yuelou doesn’t stop to apologize like every time he accidentally hurt him, instead crowding him against the dining table and kissing the light out of him as if the last time he had a meal was a thousand years ago.

yuzhi is confused, very confused. this is not their first kiss, but this is the first kiss that yuelou does so overly rough, messy, and raw, like a mass mayhem in a week long blackout. he knows yuelou tends to be stormy when his trauma is triggered or his mission falls by the wayside but he never lets this kind of weather affects his behavior and treatment towards chen yuzhi. after the doctor treats him routinely and he gradually gets better at controlling his emotion.

understanding and patiently waiting are yuzhi’s best weapons to pacify yuelou, returning him back to the ground until both of his feet firmly embed to the soil. he only needs to mold it into a form of physical affection without trying to change his pace. something that jiang yuelou will perceive as an act of submission. only this way, yuelou can and will melt. he is not a man who can be persuaded by asserting one’s power on him, and coercion is never chen yuzhi’s forte anyways.

the doctor gently squeezes yuelou’s shoulder once where he places his hands before and moves to hook them around his neck. he buries his right hand in his black hair, his fingers are warm and heavy against the skin of yuelou’s head. his thumb is rubbing a small circle on his back head tenderly, like a mantra he does it over and over again until jiang yuelou comes back to his sense.

that’s when yuelou’s grip on his waist loosens little by little, his turbulent kissing reduces to a slower and intimate one—the one that always trips chen yuzhi and makes him fall deeper for the other man and his enigma. soft moan slips out of his lips only to get muffled by yuelou’s inadvertent growl. 

they gasp for air eventually but never leaving their hands from each other’s body, not quite ready to let go. in between their huff and puff, yuelou steals a soft kiss on yuzhi’s cheekbone.

“i’m sorry, love. i was–” yuelou hesitantly looks up, straight into yuzhi’s eyes. the decision is a bad move, probably the only bad move that yuelou has ever made ‘cause the emotion in yuzhi’s eyes, they remain calm and considerate, far from judgmental nor do they spiteful. his lips are bruised as hell but his eyes, they never stop glistening with benevolence and never-ending patience towards his lover.

jiang yuelou can’t stand the guilt rising in the depth of his heart after seeing them. they are together, chen yuzhi chooses to be with him not to be his outlet of rage. the image of his defenseless late mother flashes in yuzhi’s face and he instantly regrets whatever he forced yuzhi into earlier. even if it’s just a kiss, something he did daily, routinely, sneakily, wholeheartedly, nothing really abusive and malignant about it but yuzhi might be hurt today. and if yuelou hurts him, he is breaking his own rule written on the very top of the list.

“yuzhi, i’m sorry i–” chen yuzhi slides his hands, cupping the older man’s face that looks like a 13 year old boy now under the weight of his guilt. smiling ever so fondly, he says, “you are tired, love.”

words stuck in yuelou’s throat for the third time upon seeing yuzhi’s eyes that have perfectly sensed his weary and withheld agitation. it’s his red light, then. it’s time for him to let yuzhi take control of the situation and do his part of the day. to do what he is the best at that yuelou is the worst at. any other matters can wait until yuzhi deems him to be fully loaded with ammo and health again.

jiang yuelou leans forward into chen yuzhi’s body, resting his feverish forehead on the crook of his lover’s neck, seeking comfort and humanly touch. yuzhi can’t help smiling at yuelou’s clinginess—he never says it but he absolutely loves it. love the idea to take care of the most troublesome chief officer in the whole jing city. love the way his toned muscles and tensed neck relax under his lithe fingers as he bathes him in a bathtub.

“let me prepare hot water for your bath.”

“will you wash my hair too?”

“hm.”

“what else will you wash?”

chen yuzhi presses a kiss on yuelou’s cheek, whispering “make a wish” before walking towards the kitchen, and disappear behind the white wall.

[niks-minion]

crack request of me right now but... is it bad that i kinda want this top three + deku teamup to fail 😭😭 or at least not go to plan.

like look, i get why the other kids got left behind, since they're neither deku the mc with the op power nor the top heroes with sometimes decades more experience, and the way horikoshi has been scaling their powers it's usually only deku who gets to have the bamf explosion of power moments outside of training (the other kids do help out for sure, but usually it involves careful planning like the put gigantomachia to sleep thing, and generally they're not allowed huge displays of power, so that makes u feel like they can't keep up with deku) but like... it rubs me the wrong way. what we're doing now is grooming deku to be the sole pillar (a concept proven shitty and unstable) while the other kids aren't granted the chance to have all might or whoever pay extra special attention to them. like all might sucks as a teacher tbh. even in 284 he has the other kids take time from their own training regiments to help deku instead of like... making up an exercise that benefits the whole class and deku. he left behind 39+ kids who looked up to him and needed guidance (basically implying they're not worth his time, are not gonna be able to make a difference) at a time when the world around them is falling apart.

and like... i get it, deku is the mc, he's gonna get special attention, he's gonna get the cool powers and the bonus training or whatever. im absolutely not mad about that. i'm also not expecting all the kids to get equal relevance or whatever. you could argue that we've got no time to waste on training the other kids and their feelings. but i can't help but be a bit frustrated that horikoshi created so many cool characters with so much potential only to have it seem like they'll end up sidelined. like it feels atp like the tertiary protagonist is endeavor not shouto.

and ig what im asking for is the other kids rising to the occasion. even if they don't have guidance from the symbol of peace or full support from the top three heroes, even if they don't have the generations passed down power, even if they're not the chosed one, even if they're left out of plans and treated like they're secondary, id like to see them defy expectations. I'd like to see a scenario where the old heroes won't cut it and where the kids take charge to bring about some genuine change in both the world and the hero system. i want to see a scenario where the current plan fails and they need to be bailed out by the kids (+everyone else). i'd like to see the other kids grow out of both a desire to be great heroes and spite lmaoo

like i know this is probably irrational wish fulfillment on my end, and im not a writer so this probably wouldn't make for a cool story to anyone but me, but damn do i want it and damn do i miss the kids.

Ok. Hello my dear anon. Now that’s a long ask.

Ok. Warning. My opinion may be a bit biased, and also more focused on the origin trio than the whole class, bc let’s be honest it was obvious from the start there the main focus would be.

1. Let’s start with the fact that I’m not a Deku hater. Yes I make jokes, yes the sole focus on him makes me bitter bc we all have our favorites and want them to shine, yes I’m dying to see tdbk team up, bite me. That doesn’t mean that me, you or any other person wishing to get smth more is a “die Deku die!” enthusiast.

2. Your opinion is valid and understandable. Honestly, I get it. More so I think that’s gonna be the case bc come on, you can’t tell me that this dream team is gonna just kick a couple of asses, scream “plus ultra” and restore the whole country back to normal. I call bullshit. I’ve heard the guess that it may be a mirror to Katsuki’s kidnapping during the forest arc. (Would be cool bc the whole class could come to the picture and save him, plus Deku realizing he’s not alone etc etc)

3. About Deku being op and others being in his shadow.

Well, yep, as you’ve said- our broccoli boy is the mc, so 🤷🏻‍♀️

But taking jjk for example I don’t feel bitter about Megumi. And in Haikyuu I didn’t feel bitter literally about any character, especially Kageyama, god damn it’s the most satisfying shonen manga for those who has “I usually like mc’s bff/rival more” mindset. (it’s me)

That’s why I’m gonna die in the hill of denial that in bnha at least Bakugou and Todo are not gonna end up eating dirt and be satisfied with the average place somewhere behind Izuku.

Welcome to my praying circle, let’s sit and drink cola/wine while waiting for tumblr to go mad with the frames of other class 1A ( 2a now) kids. Plus Shinsou. Plus shiketsu kids, why the fuck Inasa wasn’t at the war arc, wind throwing villains here and there?!

4. The most irritating thing for me is this.

And this

Again, I totally get it. They need to protect ofa. What’s the better place for it than being sandwiched between top to heroes. And yes you can say the others are just kids and dealing with real life threats is too early for them. Deku simply has no choice. I’m ok with it.

But holy shit, was I disappointed to witness this exact frame...Yeah, yeah, call me Shouto simp, whatever man. But the build up, the “here is my hand, let’s fight together”... it’s only natural for me to to wish Todo was there too. I’m craving for Shouto/Hawks/Enji team up.

About Deku’s arms. Excuse me, but... it had so great drama potential. That he injured his arms and for now is unable to use them to the full capacity or something. I’m a sucker for a good angst so🤷🏻‍♀️ but then it was solved just like that? Ok, what did stop you to order these gauntlets like half a year ago, ha?

Welp, It’s for the reason that our duo is out of the picture. Suspiciously so.

Let’s wait a bit and hope for the best.

[aot-humanitysfaith]

Can i request the promt? With erwin

19 21 30..... Idk how n why...its up to u :3 but i just want reader to end died HHAHAHAHAAHHAHA

Feel free to ignore this 😅

-💍 anon

Finally got around to answering it! It was kinda hard to figure out the direction to go with it. But here you go anon!

You Gave Your Heart!

I knelt on top of the wall looking over the area that was once Shiganshina, we made it through Wall Maria, Erwin comes up to me, and I smile, “We’re here...so close.” I sighed, he puts his arm around me and I‘m vividly reminded, this could very well be the end of us. I remembered the day he lost his arm, the day I thought I lost him. I grab his hand, “Erwin Smith.” I said, calm and at ease, but also worried, “I know I can’t command you-”

“Y/N, you can command anything of me.” He promised and I smiled, knowing him to be a man of his word.

“I don’t care what you have to do, you need to promise me you’ll come back to me. Alive.” I demanded and he kissed my forehead, “That’s not a promise.”

“Then here’s one. After this mission, you will be my wife. That I promise.” He whispered in my ear before ordering us to search the walls for Reiner and Berthold. I smiled and propelled down, searching the wall with the others as Eren sealed the first breach in Shiganshina. We found nothing, but Armin found an old campsite with evidence there were three people, who had some idea we were coming. So, Erwin gave him control, and under Armin's orders, we search all over the district again till Armin shot off an acoustic round and told us to search inside the Wallsan argument ensued but the resolution came with help from Erwin.

We looked and looked but found nothing till someone shouted they found the spot Armin talked of and was quickly slaughtered by Reiner. With quick movements Levi lunged for the kill, only managing to wound him, triggering his transformation to the armored titan. And with a thundering crash, the hole in wall maria was sealed by a bolder, launched by the beast titan.

“Looks like this isn’t just to retake Wall Maria, it’s a true fight for humanity. Erwin, got a plan?” I asked slightly nervously, I honestly thought Levi would have killed him, but I didn’t give Reiner enough credit to survive.

“Bait. Let them choose whether or not to go after Eren or kill us. That should at least limit our enemies.” I nodded and delivered the message, Eren jumped from the wall and shifted, steam gushed around as Eren ran back to the wall, his friends with him as Levi stayed with us.

"Levi, the beast titan is yours. You are the only one I trust to take him out. Y/N, join Levi’s squad. Your instincts and Armin’s mind, I trust you to help bring him down." Levi declared looking at the Titan. I grabbed his arm, “I remember my promise. Just know, it’s your promise too.”

“Yes, sir.” I jumped from the wall, swinging over to meet Armin as erne went toe to toe with the armored titan. We watched as I latched a spear to both my arms, “Take the eyes first."

"That's the idea." I nodded as Eren grappled Reiner and was thrown, Reiner pinned him as Eren rolled, "Now!" Hange shouted as she and Mikasa launched, driving the poles into Reiner’s eyes, the rest of us drove the weapons into the nape, moving out of the way as they blew the armor to bits. Reiner's body emerged from the Titan, head blown off and dead. I laughed, shearing a single tear, "YN?"

"We won. Maybe victory isn't that far off?" I missed as I kicked a pebble, but our victory was far off indeed, cause the Titan roared and shook the very building I stood on, "You have got to be fucking kidding?!"

"Above, the colossal is coming from above!" I gasped and ran, leaping in the air and swinging away from the impending explosion. But it never hit, I looked back and saw Bertholdt talking with Armin. All I could think was how easy it would be, to end the threat.

I launched the hooks and sped towards him, I could end it, we wouldn't have to worry about the Colossal, "YN No!" Bertholdt turned around and In a split second, I managed to cut his ear, but he blocked the second blade and kicked me off the roof as Mikasa came in for the kill he managed to fend her off. They back off as he ran, I pulled myself back up and sat beside them.

"Was...was that…"

"That was the real Bertholdt. The one we knew...that was a facade." I sighed, watching as he went up, "Shit, get down!" I shielded the two younger cadets as heat blasted from the transformation, before it could register, someone said it.

"Hange squad...they were right next to it…." It didn't sound right, I didn't want it to sound right, but...that was the truth.

"Captain." They looked at me and all I could see was the terror under that mask of courage and anger.

"As of now, he doesn't realize where we are right?" Armin nodded, "We use that to our advantage. From the looks of it, the Armored Titan is still out of commission. Which means, we only have one opponent for the time being."

"A battle of attrition is our only viable option, we cage him here in Shiganshina and regroup with the Commander, let him decide." Armin sighed as we watched the sea of fire grow.

"No." I decided.

"To be fair Hange placed Armin in-"

"She's right. That bastard can set anything in his reach alight. We'd be leading him to the horses and trapping everyone between the Beast Titan and him." Jean supported as I kept my eyes on Bertholdt.

"We stick to script. Wear him out, but keep him to the outer wall. Everyone on Eren, take us to the river and keep your heads down." I demanded Armin nods and looked down, "Armin, listen to me, I've known Erwin for years, I've followed his orders countless times and have come back alive each time, and because of that I trust his judgment. So if he thinks you can think of a way to do this, I trust you can too. Now, quit pouting and start plotting.

The Colossal kept inching his way towards the wall, getting closer and closer to Erwin. I growled as Jean spoke up, telling Eren to scream and draw him back in. But the son of a bitch ignored us.

"Rat bastard.  Eren, stop him, the rest of us jump ship. If these two get into it we're dead meat. Connie, your spear, I'm getting closer, we have to find a weakness to take him out now." We rushed him, Jean, Connie, and Sasha charged the front as me and Mikasa launched attacks from both sides. As we got closer a gush of hot steam blew us back, scalding and burning all of us.

"Damn it... Armin, tell me you've got something for this bastard." I begged as I stood, blood trickling down my cheek from landing against the roof. The kid stayed silent and I worried, 'Was he frozen? Are we putting this kid under too much pressure?' 

"Guys! Reiner's back up!" Jean shots and suddenly our one opponent became two. And I knew that some of us wouldn't make it.

'Its your promise too…' I looked to the wall, where just on the other side, Erwin was fighting to come back and make good on his promise to me. But now I might not be able to...cause I couldn't let these kids die. 

"He's thinner." Armin muttered, "I got it! Everyone, draw the armored titan away! Leave the Colossal to me and-"

"No! As of now I'm taking command. And this has nothing to do with your skills Armin, Jean. You two...you did well. But I'm pulling rank to make sure you see that world you've talked so much about…" I sighed as I stood, "Tell me the rest of your plan, Armin."

"C-Captian…" Armin stuttered before he nodded and quietly explained to me how exactly my life would end.

"Alright, kiddos...let me make this simple, under no circumstances am I to be made a titan, if I die so be it...there are so many others who are better suited for it." They saluted and I smiled, "Take care of Reiner but don't you dare die. And yes, that is an order." They took off as Armin went to wake Eren up and I took a breath as I came to terms with what my last act on this earth would be.

"Erwin… please forgive me…" I whispered and launched myself at the Colossal as Eren fell, that was the signal. I flew up into his face, "Armin, get outta here!" I shouted but all he did...was smile, "You goddamn brat!" I screamed as steam bellowed out. I burnt and I began to lose sight, but I managed to plant my foot into the cadet's side and kick him away as Bertholdt pushed more heat out.

I don't know when but I stopped feeling pain, and all I could picture was what the wedding could have been like, what the ocean looked like, and...what it would have been to be a mother.

“Captian!!” Armin screamed as your body fell from the sky. You were badly burnt, your once flawless skin was now scorched black in places and your uniform was burn scraps, but even though the burns, you were recognizable.

 Mikasa caught you and laid you gently on the roof of a house, “No, No! Please don’t...Captian, Y/N.”

“She’s...gone,” Eren whispered as they took in the brunt form of their captain, everyone gathered there as Eren held Berthold by his neck.

“She did it to save us...for us to see the ocean,” Armin told his friend, “She knew and she…”

“We’re going to end this. Now. For Y/N, for all of them.” Eren growled, tightening his grip on Betholdt’s throat as a shuddering cough came from your throat, “Captian!”

“Mikasa! Armin, get the serum!” They shared a pained look and Eren stared, “Now!”

“No.” Mikasa decided, “She gave us a direct order to stop anyone who tried to inject her.”

“I don’t care! She’s our friend-”

“That’s why I won’t let you disrespect her!” Armin shouted as he pulled Eren away, “She knew this was it, and decided to do it. To save us! Me! So no.”  Eren nodded and they knelt down, as Levi made it back, commander in tow.

Erwin took in the sight of you as Mikasa gave her report to Levi, who nodded and drug the other two away, “Levi-”

“No, Erwin. She already gave her wishes to the others. She said,  ‘under no circumstances’ that includes you ordering it.” The short captain left him alone with you, barely breathing.

“S-sorry…” You breathed as he took your hand.

“Reconsider.” He begged softly, “Please. Don’t leave me.”

“Watch...them…” You coughed, ”They...were...worth it.” He watched your chest relax and knew those were your last words, the last words of the woman to who he gave his soul too.

The funeral was just after the medal ceremony, where Erwin accepted yours posthumously. The few surviving scouts gathered as they paid respects to you, but slowly they left till it was just the remaining members of the 104th cadets, Levi, Hanji, Molbit, and Erwin.

“She told me to watch you, that dying for you was worth it. And after reading the reports...she was right, as always.” Erwin announced, “Armin, you and Levi fought to respect her wishes, to give the injection to someone else, that ended up being Molbit. For that, I must thank you.” He sighed as he hung the medal on the grave, “She gave her heart, will you give yours?” They answered with a salute to the headstone that marked your grave.

[ravensfreckles]

sometimes i remember braven and my heart aches at the thought of how much everyone, even bob and lindsey, loves them so today's braven discussion is: if bellamy/raven/both of them had your zodiac sign what would they be like?honestly run wild or just give me 2 wordswwhatever u like i just miss them a loot

well i already feel like raven does share a few things in common with a taurus. for one, we are very determined and self reliant. for me personally, i prefer to do things myself bc i can do it exactly how i want it done nor do i have to rely on anyone else. and we all know raven is a freaking genius and comes up with the most amazing stuff (i wish i had her smarts tbh!) and when she is motivated there’s literally no stopping her.

also for taureans we value trust and loyalty, same with bell and raven. i mean they literally promised each other they’d be there for each other and we haven’t seen them wavier from that promise, ever. even before that scene they were always side by side, i loved seeing them work together bc i rly feel like they just bounce off each other if that makes sense. but once that trust is broken the relationship will never be the same whether it’s romantic or just a friendship it’s so hard to come back from that with a taurus. we can forgive but we will never forget. i mean just take a look at raven’s relationships with clrk, finn, abby, murphy, enough said.

and with bellamy he just always seems so collected to me. not to say that he doesn’t have a few mishaps or slip-ups but for the most part bell has a calm energy about him, much like a taurus as well. we are known for having down-to-earth personalities and just being genuine and not too rowdy you know (ofc this doesn’t apply to all taureans but most of them).

one of the things that taureans are also known most for is their explosive temper, trust me when i tell you to steer clear of a taurus if they are angry. it takes a while for a taurean to get to the point so once they do you know they’ve reached their limit bc you have pushed them way too far. if either one of them completely blew up like that it would be shocking mostly coming from bell bc we’ve seen raven when she’s fed up and angry and yeah it wasn’t a pretty sight. but with bell we’ve also seen him mad too but i mean what if he rly went off? and bc i said bell has a calming personality his anger would be completely shocking cause you don’t expect it to come from him ya know, much like a taurus. 

as you know taurus is an earth sign and i do feel like both of them would rly enjoy nature and the beauty of it, and not just cause they were on the ground blahblahblah lol. but i do feel like they would enjoy the sounds of the river flowing, the rustles of the wind in the trees, the grass on their fingertips; everything about nature they’d bask in it bc they feel most energized by it.

i rly hope i gave you the answer you were looking for, i actually rly loved answering this ask! and sorry again for taking so long! i do miss braven too, idk if they’ll give us any scraps this season i doubt it but this was rly fun to do so thanks anon!<3

[fortheheavenssake]

💙Humble Attempt Anon💙

*** All submitted by @anon-annoyed on @skippyv20

May 20

For fun and entertainment - gave the riddle a try

MM ANON ………

5 years old ‘ COVID security ………

There is video of Fauci stating a pandemic was coming I think it is 5 years old

transmission admission??………

Will China admit it knew more then started earlier? WHO?

1st. June. ……………

HMTQ People cover comes out

A pollution solution …………

Covid 19 has taught lessons in solving pollution problems

free at last………

PH? Free finally? Annulment?

kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱…………

HMTQ can get kisses from her 3 Cambridge grandchildren?

another Father???……………

Artificial’s real dna Father is announced?

Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂……………

MM riduciliousness

lies,damm lies, and MM………

Damm. (archaic and original) a small, essentially worthless coin from India So

Money flaunting PR homes are lies

an expensive squat…………

The cost of pr using TP’s house is going to be an expensive bill to pay In terms of owed favor?

A Greece-y gamble. …………

A double word play on greasy person from Greece that MM took a chance on and will be burned by it?

“ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

Apon is front eh Middle Ages meaning same as upon. Are we about to see a Middle Ages divorce reminder in this fairy tale of dread?

Great job! Love it! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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May 29

2nd attempt at a MM ANON riddle

First want to say my thoughts and prayers are with you dearest Skippy. May your family be surrounded by Light!!

MM ANON ………

looting/ shooting …………

DT;s statement

“ tic-toc Nanny”…………

Nanny doing the dance

“ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ………

Including Louis on the tic toc

“ George,do it properly “………

Charlotte bossing George around

W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………

Laughing at the Tatler article with HMTQ

” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ………

The whole Cambridge family went to track and rode bikes while PW rode Ducati

“ Nottingham cottage ma’am”…………

Prince Harry finally able to say he is there

“like old times ma’ am”……………

Prince Harry able to be honest about being at NC like old times with a pause of relief

” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “…………

HMTQ having to give DT the details of the soon Anulment anouncments

“ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”…………

PP not handling the details since he is not delicate

“exiting times ma’am”………

Exiting the drama, announcing the A Nul ment and finally being free !!

“ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

Insisting on being compliant with all the agreements for A Nul ment (hope so)

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 8

Another humble attempt at the MM riddle

MM ANON ……

D.O.J.………

DOJ requesting PA to appear in JE court

A Stern retort. …………

Hmmmmmmmmmmm can figure anything for this one.

the sept. Soothsayer ………

Fortune teller - when Kate is due with 4th baby

A 14 day suicide for the trade…………

Tatler magazine has created a suicide for themselves with the Kate article

in court today ………

Is this regarding MM or PA? The demand for PA to be in court or that MM is in court …hmmmm

Beatrice tooo tu!! ……………

Beatrice looks to become a senior royal as she is showing great charm and ability

wonderful Wessex………

Sophia being praised for her awesomeness

more photos from Kate??? ………

All 3 kids will have a new picture released soon thus 3 question marks?

no fuss birthday …………

PP wants no fuss for his birthday on the 10th

“ shall one suggest a gathering of 8 .” ………

Cambridges are 5, HMTQ and PP make 7 and Harry makes 8??

” no, silly’ Balmoral?? ………

headed to Balmoral for the meet up of 8

MM desperatum iri videbatur……

MM desperate situation hmmmm hers or the BRFs?

Great! Thank you….I think MM is the desperate one….😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 9

Riddle humble answer another attempt

MM ANON ………

everyone and their brother,brother ………

Trooping the Colors…PH will be there this Saturday?

wow!! What a photo Kate!!……………

A second photo coming like the umbrella one ?

little Louis gets a surprise ……………

Agree with PG that this is them telling him a baby is coming

a well rounded future of three( four) ………

Well rounded meaning the 4th will be a girl?

A birthday tic-toc dance…………

PP gets a tic toc dance for this birthday on the 10th

“ do Catherine , come and bring the children “…………

DoC bringing the children for Trooping the Colors mini even

“maybe a change of routine “…………

Trooping the colour change of routine will be at 2:00 AM - 5:00 AM Saturday, June 13

“ Both of you are an example hope”………

Sophie and Catherine are shining examples of hop for the monarchy

“ yes George,I’ll see if we can get to a match”

George is missing sports and hoping to see a match

Thank you…looks great!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 10

super humble attempt at the riddle (love these riddles so much )

MM ANON …

Gone……………

Covid 19 gone from New Zealand with a capital G

everything is now B&W……………

The protests and movements are making everything B&W

“ but’ tomorrow is another day”…………

Gone with the Wind famous line - echos of Carrying On

“ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” …………

PP complaining about something he was asked to wear

“ shutup Philip”………

Telling him to just get o with it

“ just Take the bloody picture “.………

PP famous quip at the photographer most likely said again

”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “…………

Taking the train to Balmoral

“ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ …………

How excited the kids will be to ride the train

🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼……………

Hmmmm can’t crack this one (PG’s the smart song one!! So grateful)

she lies for exposure………

MM;s never ending lies for keeping in the press

yachting’ secret exposure !! ……………

Ohhhh a yachting owned secret coming - a picture thus exposure

this time it’s explosive!! …………

It will be a big explosive exposure this time

“ great scoop Beth.”

Hmmmm can’t crack this one

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 14

Humble Riddle Attempt…THANK YOU MM ANON!!!!!!!!!

MM ANON ……

Adeleville……… Adele’s connection to Grenfell memorial and IT connecting to her….does Adele use Sunshine Sacks? hmmmm

Westfield?? ………… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westfield_Group the malls in LA The Grove are owned by this group https://caruso.com/ and I remember seeing the CEO in a pr fluff of IT

Charlottes delivery …………… Maybe referring to Baby 4 coming same as Charlottes. But not possessive plural hmmm

🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼………… Pink Floyds “Money” Dark Side of the Moon 1973…hmmm

another scam charity …………… BLM has been showed to be directly connected to Dems …scam?

she’s a race… ist …………IT is a race onto her self for sure and clearly is a ist..and JM is now going to turn

she publishes the book ………………… Will JM publish a book now? With all the skeletons?

we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… JM saying she has the tapes and will leak them?

“ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ …………IT no longer Mrs???? TOOO exciting to think about….

“ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… Hmmm https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/orf/ of disease of sheep to human. Could the sheep following IT finally be seeing the disease she is? And LG is able to move forward with final finals?

“ it was a very good year,old thing “……..PP telling HMTQ it has been a great year (period)

This is great! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 16

humble riddle notes - PG & LK THANK YOU I learn so much and am so grateful

MM ANON ………

Shetland lift-off……… https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-53049513

LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em…LM;s public facebook post that she has never met them

” it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… PG & LK have linked to Star Trek, I have never watched that show so completely miss the reference and am so grateful to them for their interpretations. Interesting that it is half a quote. Does this have to do with MM mirror site? Maybe LK was right and the Jim reference is supposed to lead us to a person within the firm? Maybe Prince Edward’s youngest son?

“ matter of fact it’s all dark” .. everything to do with IT..dark and ugly …LK’s interpretation was enlightening and taught so much. Wanted to add that June 21st is also Father’s day in the United States.

first jet easy …………Jet return to Scotland so easy to get to Balmoral

Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot. …………LK & PG interrupted this I am lost

a moment of reckoning ……… According to the Cambridge dictionary “a time when the effect of a past mistake is experienced or when a crime is punished”

a virtual Wimbledon?? …………plans to show highlights from past games

Catherine to the rescue …… baby 4 to lift the spirits of all or maybe she will narrate/ host the virtual Wimbledon event? Or BOTH?

“ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …“Sydney’s provided a new box set” ……“Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ………“ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “…“great!! No bloody tic toc. PG’s excitement was so fun to read and lifting THANK YOU for that PG, MM Anon and LK for these riddles and interpretations.

This is great! Thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 16

riddle attempt humbly (Love how I learn through these, I now search the news for clues0 THANK YOU MM Anon!!!!!!!!

MM Anon

“she Ascot nothing on me” ………… IT only went to Ascot once and it was when Doc did not attend https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1296617/meghan-markle-news-kate-middleton-royal-ascot-megxit-royal-family-latest-spt

para-thanks William ……… PW visiting the paramedics to thank them first outing https://people.com/royals/prince-william-steps-out-for-first-official-public-duty-to-thank-first-responders-during-covid-19/

PC , LOST weight??…………That PC lost “dead weight’ of IT with 2 question marks meaning Artificial and IT…hope so!!!!

Oxford,Oxford ……… Protests https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8428313/Black-Lives-Matter-protesters-march-Oxford-ahead-meeting-Cecil-Rhodes-statues-future.html

STIR-oid ………news that steroids help with sick Covid patients? https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/16/health/dexamethasone-covid-drug-recovery-trial-bn/index.html “Stirring an old remedy” “Finding value in an old medicine”

U-Turndinner…https://london.eater.com/2020/6/16/21292624/marcus-rashford-free-school-meals-coronavirus

falling tragedy …………UK headed to recession a tragedy from falling to the Covid 19 https://www.newstatesman.com/politics/uk/2020/06/how-uk-has-been-left-worst-all-worlds-over-covid-19 and/or the tragedy of IT is falling into place to a end!!! A NUL ment (hopefully)

the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……… There are 2 spaces for answers to this one so thinking there must be 2 meanings : 1) the anniversary of Richard II’s chat with the Revolting Peasants at Mile End (1381), and of Owen Glendower’s declaration that he was allying himself with the French against Henry IV, in 1404. Perfidious Welshman. No wonder there are a couple of border towns on the English side where it’s still legal to kill a Welshman as long as you do it with a bow and arrow and at certain times of the day or week. And today https://www.aa.com.tr/en/europe/france-medical-workers-protest-unrest-and-fires-ensue/1879407 So happening on this day in past and present

“ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ …“Anne, my yellow ensemble”…“Sydney ‘ a photo”…“that’s a keeper, old thing” …“ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them”… “O, and Catherine!!” … “ ehhhh, And William “ … “ make it a double Sydney “… “ how entertaining Philip “ PP telling HMTQ they can still dress up for Ascot/his bday and she wears the yellow dress and PP thinks it is a good shot and then he sees all 3 Cambs o tic toc and Catherine and then William join in as well so he tells Sydney to double the drink and HMTQ is very happily entertained by it all.

You are doing a great job! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 18

another humble attempt…..LOVE LOVE the riddles!!!!!

MM ANON ………

“NEVER………… No chance of IT returning to BRF

“ ………” mon dieu” …… “ “ My God (in french) President telling PC he can’t believe IT is still around and feels sorry for the BRF

🎼some sunny day 🎼……… Well Meet Again (Alternate) Vera Lynn a remembrance of her as she passed away

“ good to meet again Mr President “………HMTQ speaking with French President

air corridor ………Britons could yet take foreign holidays this summer as ministers draw up a list of countries who could be exempt from tough quarantine laws, Matt hancock confirmed today.

“ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… Maybe Lord Hague being described ? https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-politics-53061432

world beating cherry …trace testing hoping to be the cherry on top of COvid19 getting in control …https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/letters/boris-johnson-foreign-aid-dfid-coronavirus-test-trace-a9572941.html

non app- licable …… What does not applicable mean in court? “Not Applicable” or “N/A” is often seen on forms or in tables or for questions. It’s the answer you would give if a question did not apply to you. For example, if there were a question “What is your date of marriage?”, but you have never been married, you could answer “N/A”, because the question does not apply to you.

“ Bolt-hole. ………… Another markled celeb https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-8435543/David-Victoria-Beckham-LOSE-planning-row-neighbours-31-5m-London-mansion.html

self interest

………https://www.heraldscotland.com/opinion/18525189.letters-triumph-naked-self-interest/ Something to do with Scotland’s feeling toward the UK serving their self interest

BOE- more money!! ……………https://www.wsj.com/articles/central-banks-pump-more-cash-into-economy-to-fight-recession-11592482055 Bank of England printing more money as many countries are.

pepper sprayed……… hmmm lots of stories of pepper spray by police hurting protestors was IT in the ned just a pepper spray on the BRF….annoying and painful but forgotten and healed up in a little bit of time….hmmmm

“ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

HMTQ being bummed Boardwalk is doe and PP saying can always watch DA…..does this maybe mean that the gangster back room drama of IT is over and that they can go back to just living the DA life again…….We can HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 20

another humble attempt at MM Anon riddle - LOVE YOUR RIDDLES

MM ANON

Hello!! ………… Welcome back to the family being together - a BIG HELLO!!

“ It’s a rally Jim , ……… “Mad Money” host Jim Cramer broke down what drove Tuesday’s market rally.

viva espana ………… People were singing this in SF along protests

🎼drink, drink, drink,🎼…………… “Drinking Song” or “Drink, Drink, Drink” is an exuberant song composed by Sigmund Romberg with lyrics by Dorothy Donnelly. It is the most popular piece in the 1924 operetta, The Student Prince.[1] It was a success for tenor Mario Lanza, who performed it in the 1954 movie, though the part was played on screen by another actor, due to a contract dispute.[2]

black wall……… History of Black Wall being destroyed 99 years ago and Trump trying to bring bring attention there by holding rally there

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/jun/19/tulsa-1921-massacre-trump-violence-legacy

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-06-20/on-black-wall-street-hope-and-fear-as-trump-comes-to-tulsa

MM , another agenda!! ………… IT’s new agenda of BLM the never ending circling door of IT’s missions and agendas

bollotics …… this meaning fits all this for nothing to resolve it BLM feels like bollotics

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bollotics

Bollotics The art of defining why something can’t be done without any real reason - is a urban word for Red Tape, when everyone knows it is total bollotics that is preventing things from progressing and yet nobody can resolve it.Often found in the work place e.g. when a department refuses to allow a change because there isn’t a process for it, that is Bollotics, just do it and shut the **** up.by MowgliCub October 10, 2013

“ Kate and William,the children are with nanny “ ………… “ Dover Sole and lemon parfait old thing “………… cream caramel,and Irish coffee Sydney!! ………… “September 9th ma’am. …… “ Stay over Catherine “ –

Sounds like the family is celebrating and knowing the children won’t go back til September so asking them to stay in Balmoral for the summer

This is great! Thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 21

Thank you! This is great😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

short attempt at riddle (LOVE THE RIDDLES)

MM ANON …

give us a hug…………PH is back and with the family? getting/giving a hug

Duchess of Cambridge Royal collection ………Her amazing photographs

in the footsteps of lord Lichfield ………… photographer in RF now is DoC https://www.theguardian.com/news/2005/nov/12/guardianobituaries.artsobituaries

EOS C700 Christmas present … … camera ready for Christmas present Camb baby 4?? https://www.usa.canon.com/internet/portal/us/home/products/details/cameras/cinema-eos/eos-c700

“slow the testing down”…………President Trump said that’s how you slow the spread stop the testing

Kung-flu…………… PT also called the COVID 19 this i his speech

Size matters………… School class sizes will be small in the fall

reopening NYC……… NYC opening up after Covid19 lockdown- IT going there?

“ get ya hair 💇🏽‍♀️💇🏼‍♂️cut” …………… hmmmm hair salon open

“ 🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️🍺 “ ………… Everyone excited for the pubs to open - PW said he was

Rachel for president?? …………… LC said IT has presidential ambitions

archificial daddy day?? ……… hmmm no father’s day cause no real Archie

spotted in St Johns Wood………PH seen there? St John’s Wood An affluent district of leafy residential streets, St John’s Wood is known for Lord’s Cricket Ground, the headquarters of English cricket and a venue for domestic and international matches. The Beatles made many recordings at Abbey Road Studios and fans use the crosswalk outside to recreate the iconic album cover for photo ops. Boutique stores and chic eateries dot St John’s Wood High Street.London borough: Westminster; CamdenLondon Assembly: West Central; Barnet and CamdenPostcode district: NW8Sovereign state: United Kingdom

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Paper Rings (Witney) - opalescentcheetah

A/N: To the anon who requested a fic with “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift in it: here you go! This was so much fun to write, and I hope it was worth the wait! 

Summary: “Courtney giggles quietly to herself, tucking the slip of paper into her pocket. There must be more of them hidden somewhere… Willam’s playing a game, and Courtney’s going to win it.”

Willam, 5:51 pm: play this song on ur way home xx

Courtney smiles to herself, sliding into the driver’s seat and hitting play. A steady beat fills the car, and she finds herself bobbing her head, humming wordlessly along as the second chorus starts playing.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that’s right

Darling, you’re the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this…”

                                                                ~               

            Courtney is surprised to find the apartment empty when she arrives, the hallways eerily quiet and dark. She flicks a switch, flooding the entryway with golden light, and calls out for Willam.

The only reply she gets is the echo of her own tired voice.

            She pulls out her phone, intending to text Willam, but finding instead that she received a message while she was driving home.

            Willam, 6:04 pm: Out running errands. I left some stuff around the house that u should go look for ;)

            Stuff? Courtney isn’t sure she has the patience for this, but she can’t say no to Willam.

            Courtney, 6:08 pm: Ok. See you soon <3

            If she can’t have a greeting kiss from Willam, then Courtney wants a drink. There’s a clear, empty glass on the bench that, curiously, doesn’t even seem to have been used – there aren’t any lipstick stains on the rim.

            It takes her a moment to notice the small white object curled in the bottom of the glass. Tipping it into her palm, she finds a slip of paper, rolled and twisted into the shape of a ring.

            Paper rings.

            Courtney has known Willam long enough to know she’s planning something. She feels a small spark of excitement building in her chest, her exhaustion forgotten as she unravels the paper ring. Willam’s rough, quick letters are cramped into the small space, smudges of blue ink peppering the edge of the paper.

            Remember that night when we first met? I was high as fuck and you were so unimpressed. Well, look where we are now!

            ~

            She’s sixteen, in a foreign country, lost and alone in a world of people that already seem to know each other.

She misses Vanity. She misses Lisa and Jess, and even all the others that she didn’t know quite so well. At least she knew their names; here, she knows nothing about no-one.

            That is, except for Alaska. Courtney’s not sure where she’d be without her. Alaska is like her Northern Star, guiding her through all the ins and outs of American high school.

            “You’re still coming tonight, right?” Alaska drawls, rocking back in her chair. Courtney watches as she blows a blossom-pink bubble, hears the satisfying snap as it pops again.

            “Yeah,” is all she manages.

            “Are you nervous?”

            It’s only been a week and Alaska already seems to know her inside-out. She shrugs, feigning nonchalance.

            “I mean, a little bit, I guess… But it’s an opportunity to meet new people, so of course I’m going.”

            “Good.” Alaska smiles at her, and Courtney feels a little more relaxed. “I want you to meet some of my other friends, and then we can all hang out together.”

            The bell rings a moment later, and Alaska is the first to stand. “I’ll see you there!” she calls, waving cheerfully as she disappears into the swarm of unfamiliar faces.

            Courtney waits outside, tugging nervously at her skirt as she waits for Alaska. She arrives in a whirlwind, linking her arm with Courtney’s and dragging her through the gate into the noise and electric lights. Courtney stumbles along, not quite sure where they’re going, but content to simply trail behind her.

            “Sharon! Willam!” Alaska calls out over the din of other partygoers. Courtney follows her gaze to see two girls leaning languidly against a nearby wall. One raises her arm in a casual wave whilst the other stares lazily onwards, hardly moving a muscle. Alaska pulls Courtney to a halt before them, grinning brightly.

            “You guys, meet Courtney. She’s new, from Australia. Courtney, this is Willam, and Sharon.” Alaska points to them in turn, and Courtney can only nod dizzily.

            “From down undah, hey?” Willam queries, putting on a false, over-exaggerated Australian accent. “What’s it like coming from nowhere land?”

            “Willam!” Sharon hisses, elbowing her sharply. “Don’t be rude.”

            Willam just laughs, her movements slow and lethargic. Courtney doesn’t even need to look at the joint she raises to her lips to know she’s high. She chooses to ignore Willam, instead extending her hand to Sharon to shake.

            “Don’t wanna pay me any attention, princess?” Willam asks, when it becomes clear Courtney isn’t going to offer her the same formality. She sticks her arm out, waggling her fingers in Courtney’s face.

            Courtney bats her away, slightly exasperated. “Definitely not after that awful Australian accent,” she quips, feeling pleased when Alaska and Sharon promptly burst out laughing. Willam frowns, something flashing strangely in her eyes. Courtney looks away from the streaks of colour in her hair, watching as the smoke spirals up towards the moon.

~

            Courtney giggles quietly to herself, tucking the slip of paper into her pocket. There must be more of them hidden somewhere… Willam’s playing a game, and Courtney’s going to win it.

            She downs a glass of water as she considers where to look. Their apartment isn’t large, but there are countless nooks and crannies Willam could hide an inconspicuous paper ring in.

            It takes several moments of drumming her fingers against the glass for her to realise that she’s still wearing her work clothes, her collar done up tight and stockings itchy against her legs. Upon deciding that a treasure hunt would be much more enjoyable in pajamas, Courtney wanders down the hall into the bedroom.

            The sheets are immaculately made, and there’s a small pile of clothes sitting on the edge that Courtney soon realises are her pajamas. Usually, she’d leave them in a haphazard mess somewhere on the ground or on her pillow, and they would still be there when she returned home. Her heart fizzles with warmth when she realises Willam took the time to carefully fold each garment, creating a neat stack at the foot of the bed.

            And, alas, there is the second paper ring, the crowning glory of the pajama pile. Courtney sinks onto the mattress, muscles relaxing as she unravels the second note.

            Remember when I made you jump in the pool with me in the middle of winter? Alaska said it was cause you were so stupidly in love with me that you’d do anything I asked you to. I think I was a little bit stupidly in love with you, too.

~

            Willam’s explosive splash sends water surging over the edge of the pool, spraying the cold stone and wetting Courtney’s feet. She shivers, standing in the brisk wintry breeze, pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders.

            It’s her first American winter, and Courtney is struggling to acclimate. She’s used to the warmer Australian weather, when she could wander around the school grounds with nothing but a jumper over her stiff school dress.

            And yet, here’s Willam, leaping into her backyard pool in late November, when the trees have shed their leaves and the sky is crisp and cold. Courtney watches as her head breaks the water, the edges of her eyes crinkling in laughter. She looks gorgeous with her hair fanning out behind her, strands of blonde and pink and blue like the arms of a jellyfish.

            “You two should come in!” Willam calls out, failing to hide how her teeth are chattering. “It’s real nice!”

            Alaska scoffs beside Courtney, shooting Willam a withering look. “I wouldn’t trust you to run a business,” she comments, covering her smile with one hand. “You’d never sell anything when you’re that unconvincing.”

            “You bitch,” Willam gasps, disappearing under the water again. Its surface ripples in the breeze, distorting the shape of her slender figure as she paddles to the pool’s edge. Courtney doesn’t take her eyes off of her as she surges up again, spraying water across the stone as she shakes her sodden hair out of her face.  

            “I’m convincing,” Willam promises, eyes darting over to meet Courtney’s. “You’ll come in, won’t you, Court? Show Alaska how nice it is for me.” She shoots her a winning smile, perfect teeth flashing in the winter sun, and Courtney forgets how to say no.

            She can’t resist Willam. She hasn’t been able to for months now; seeing her always sends a rush of warmth through Courtney’s chest, like a swarm of butterflies with delicate wings tickling her ribcage. It makes her crazy, makes her want to see and touch and just be near Willam whenever she can. She’s not sure whether she loves or hates it; whether she wants to hug or to slap Alaska for forcing them to become friends.

            Her body seems to move without command, stripping her of her jacket, her shirt, and her skin-tight blue jeans. She sees Alaska’s jaw drop, watches as Willam’s eyes light up in triumphant delight.

            “Court…” Alaska’s voice is slow, the hint of a warning lacing her words. “Don’t be dumb… You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

            Courtney’s standing at the edge of the pool now, icy water lapping at her bare toes. “Willam seems fine,” she replies simply, not giving herself a moment to reconsider before she plunges into the cold, blue depths.

            ‘Cold’ is an understatement, as Courtney soon discovers. The water is frigid, chilling her straight to her bones. Her limbs stiffen, momentarily frozen in shock, leaving her drifting deeper in a cloud of bubbles.

            And then she sees a dark shape floating closer, a halo of gold hair around gaunt, elegant cheekbones.

            Willam grabs Courtney’s hand in the water, sending that familiar rush of warmth through her body, and suddenly she remembers how to move. They kick upwards together, breaking into the crisp, clear air, and Courtney can breathe again. She feels a laugh bubble up inside her, giddy and warm despite the blueness of her lips. 

            “You’re both stupid,” Alaska tells them, shaking her head exasperatedly. “So, so stupid.”

            And Courtney just giggles, happy to be here with her best friends, Willam’s arm pressed lightly against hers.

~

            The next ring is in the bathroom.

            Courtney finds it coiled around the faucet when she goes to use the toilet. Too excited to dry her hands properly, she unravels the slip of paper with damp fingers, smudges of blue coming away on her skin.

            Remember our stupid fight? You were nice enough to take me home despite everything. I wanted to kiss you that night, but I was a pussy.

~

            Courtney hasn’t talked to Willam in months.

            She sees her at play rehearsal and in passing in the halls, but Willam never looks back. Her stormy eyes are always as cold and hard as steel, drilling holes in the ground with her gaze whenever Courtney is in her vicinity.

            Watching Willam drift away was like losing a limb. The ghost sensation of her body beside Courtney’s was always there, pulling her deeper into its ethereal embrace and whispering cruel things in her ear. She can still feel it now, in the pounding of her heart whenever she sees Willam and the prickling of her skin when she brushes past.

            Courtney would be a fool to pretend she didn’t know what was wrong. The musical the school had chosen to put on this year was one of Willam’s favourites, and when Courtney had snagged the lead role, Willam stormed off to wallow in her own jealousy. Courtney couldn’t believe Willam was stubborn enough to let such a meaningless situation worry her for so long, but at the same time, she herself didn’t know what to do about it. Willam wouldn’t do so much as look at her, not even when they were side-by-side on the stage, shivering under the scrutinising glare of their drama teacher. 

            “There,” Courtney gasps, pushing the last set board into the storage room. “That’s all of them, right?”

            “Yep.” Bianca wipes her palms on her paint-splattered jeans. “Thanks for helping out.”

            “My pleasure.” Courtney pauses, meeting Bianca’s hazelnut eyes. “How did you like the show?”

            “How did I find it? Well, from the perspective of a crew member sitting backstage most of the time, you all sounded pretty good.”

            Courtney visibly flushes, heat flooding her cheeks. “Shit, sorry. Stupid question.”

            “Yeah, it was,” Bianca laughs, flashing her dimples. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

            Courtney waves as Bianca disappears through the backstage door. The auditorium is eerily quiet now that she’s the only one there; the shadows beneath the seats seem darker, the fluorescent lights too bright. She throws on her jacket as she exits out the front of the school, the cool air immediately brushing goosebumps over her skin. A flash of movement catches her attention, and she’s shocked to find Willam there, leaning casually against the school gate as she waits in the dark. She doesn’t acknowledge Courtney, staring resolutely out into the night instead.

            Courtney decides that it can’t hurt to at least try at conversation. She sidles up next to Willam, struggling to keep a cool façade. Sometimes she wonders how Willam does it.

            “What are you still doing here?” Courtney’s voice hardly sounds like her own, delicate and soft, as though Willam’s a wild animal she’s scared of chasing off. She wonders, briefly, if Willam will even respond.

            “I could ask you the same thing.” Willam shrugs briskly, eyes looking anywhere but at Courtney.

            “My parents couldn’t come ’til a little later, so I helped the crew pack up.”

            “Good for you,” Willam snaps, crossing her arms. Courtney doesn’t miss the goosebumps crawling across her skin or the way she shivers, curling in closer to herself. “My folks forgot about me.”

            Pity pierces Courtney’s heart like a knife, and the words spill out before she can stop them. “Come home with me,” she blurts out, immediately wishing she hadn’t said anything. “I-I mean, it’s probably easier, since – since you live so far away and all. I, uh… you look cold.” She finishes lamely, twisting the hem of her jacket in her fingers.

            It feels like an eternity before Willam finally replies. Courtney’s heart skips a beat when Willam looks at her again, meeting her eyes for the first time in months. “Are you sure?” is all she says, and Courtney’s immediately nodding, hardly able to believe what’s happening.

            “I… uh, thanks.” Willam drops her gaze again and Courtney wants nothing more than to tilt her chin up, stare into those stormcloud eyes and tell her it’s all okay. But she keeps her words to herself instead, letting herself wonder what Willam might say if she told her how much she missed her.

~

            Willam, 6:26 pm: You see a pattern yet? ;) ;)

            A pattern? Courtney’s already noticed how the stories have been in chronological order, but she thought it might’ve just been coincidence.

            Wait. No.

            Willam’s trail of paper rings has followed her usual post-work routine. Get a drink. Get changed, use the bathroom.

            Eat dinner.

            The next ring is in the kitchen.

            Courtney dashes down the hall as fast as her tired legs will allow, nearly slipping on the polished wood floors. She scans the countertop and their small dining table, even going so far as to check every chair, but there is no sign of a small white ring. The seconds tick by as she stands alone, breathing quietly in the wash of artificial gold light.

            Think, Courtney. Dinner. Dinner…

            “The fridge!” she gasps aloud, nearly knocking her hip on the counter in her haste to get there. Last night’s leftover Chinese is still stashed away, ready to be reheated and eaten again.

            Sure enough, the ring is there, perched atop the Tupperware container. Courtney feels a spark of triumph when she sees it. She’s getting the hang of Willam’s little game, unspoken rules cementing themselves in her mind.

            Remember that game of Spin the Bottle, when we accidentally went from friends to this? Fate knew what it was doing when it put you in my lap.

~

            The music pounds through Courtney’s bones, tremors in the ground sending shivers of adrenaline through her veins. The empty bottle glints in the dim light, beckoning her, and she closes her fingers around it.

            The exhilaration is palpable, burning through every fibre of her body and fizzling in the air. It might just be a stupid party game, but it feels to Courtney like a time of exploration. Like this might be a little taste of freedom.

            “Spin it! Spin it!” Alaska starts a low chant, and soon the others are joining in until there is a chorus of voices pressing in on Courtney’s skin.

            She spins, and the room falls silent, everyone’s eyes on the whirling bottle. Courtney waits with bated breath as it slows, and stops, the narrow end pointing like a compass needle straight at…

            Willam.

            Courtney’s breath hitches in her throat, heart pounding at her ribs as though it wants to be set free. Willam beckons her over, eyebrows quirked playfully, and Courtney wonders how she looks so calm. Every inch of her skin feels like it’s burning as she crawls across the circle to sit beside her, just close enough for their skin to brush.

            “What, are you scared?” Willam teases, and Courtney hears someone snicker.

            “O-Of course not.” She’s struggling to keep her voice steady, gaze flickering from Willam’s face to the ground and back again.

            “Pussy,” Willam whispers as she leans in, and Courtney shivers despite Willam’s hot breath on her skin, every touch burning through Courtney’s flesh.

            And then their lips are meeting, and Courtney forgets how to think. She can’t remember how long she’s wanted this for – this moment, with Willam’s fingertips lightly tracing her jawline and her mouth against Courtney’s, is the only thing that’s ever seemed to matter.

            All too soon they’re breaking apart. Willam’s leaning back again, pressing her palms to the floor as she smirks at Courtney. “How was that?”

            Courtney doesn’t know how to speak, her heart in her throat as she replays the kiss over and over again in her mind. “Good,” she manages, voice quiet, hardly able to meet Willam’s eyes. She feels like she might be dreaming.

            “You suck, Willam,” Bianca laughs, snapping Courtney back to reality. “She’s not impressed at all!”

            Willam scowls. “She said it was good, you bitch!”

            “Yeah, ’cause she’s too nice to tell you otherwise!”

            The rest of the circle erupts into shrieks of laughter, and Courtney feels her cheeks burn. She feels sorry for Willam, but she doesn’t have the words to tell her that it was probably one of the best things to ever happen to her.

            So she says nothing at all, slinking wordlessly back to her side of the circle instead.

            Courtney drives Willam home that night. Willam is uncharacteristically quiet, sitting with her arms folded as she stares out the window.

            “Willam,” Courtney finally says, eyes still on the road. “Are you okay?”

            She catches Willam’s shrug in her peripheral vision. A moment’s silence passes between them, Willam shifting quietly in her seat.

            “Yeah,” she finally says. “I was just… thinking.”

            “About what?” Courtney prompts her, pulling the car into a right-hand turn.

            “The kiss. I… was it really that bad?”

            Courtney is so startled she nearly swerves into the gutter. Swallowing back a gasp, she pulls over to park, twisting around to give Willam her full attention.

Willam’s frowning, toying with the hem of her skirt. “Wow. Way to say yes, Courtney.”

“I – no, I – uh, that’s not what I meant,” she stammers, hating to see Willam like this. “It was… it was actually really good. Like… really good.” She falters. Her words aren’t coming to her, slipping away like sand through her fingers. The truth feels like too much, but saying anything else doesn’t feel like enough.

She’s right – Willam hardly looks convinced. “You don’t need to lie, Courtney, I can take it,” she says, voice harder now, and Courtney worries she’s offended.

“Yeah, but, that’s the thing. I’m not lying,” Courtney insists. Why does this have to be so difficult?

            She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she’s about to do. You can do this. You’re brave enough. She repeats the words over and over in her head, leaning across the console to take Willam’s hand. Blood is pounding in her ears as she rests her other hand against Willam’s neck, pulling her closer. Willam’s eyes flash in realisation and she leans closer without prompting, letting Courtney press their lips together again. This kiss is soft and careful, as fragile and delicate as a butterfly’s wing. Willam seems to melt into Courtney’s touch, muscles relaxing beneath warm, tanned skin.

“I love your kisses the most,” Courtney whispers against Willam’s mouth as they pull apart to breathe. She feels Willam draw back slightly, her fingers still absentmindedly tracing Courtney’s jawline.

            “Then why were you so weird about it at the party?” Willam’s eyes are downcast, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

            Guilt stabs at Courtney’s chest. She fumbles for her words, the silence pressing heavily in on her. “I…” She doesn’t know how to say it, but knows that she should. “I really, really like you, Willam.”

            She’s settled for something simple, and it does the job. Willam rears backwards as though she’s been slapped, her eyes flaring wide open in surprise. “Really?”

            “Yeah, really really really,” Courtney manages to giggle despite her thundering heart.

            “No, I mean, I – are you serious?”

            “Of course I’m serious, you idiot.” Courtney’s gaze is locked on Willam’s, her fingers tangling gently in Willam’s cascading curls. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

            Willam just shakes her head, and Courtney doesn’t miss the wonder in her eyes. “Can… can I kiss you again?” she whispers, pulling Courtney closer before she even gets the chance to nod. Their lips collide roughly, teeth clicking together, but Courtney thinks it’s perfect.

            “I really like you, too,” Willam gasps between kisses. “Really, really, really.”

            Courtney’s silent, too caught up in Willam’s lips to respond. She lets months of desperate, bottled-up feeling release themselves against Willam’s touch, wordlessly showing Willam how her confession made her heart skip faster, heat spreading through her skin like honey.  

            She doesn’t know how long they sit there for, tangled up in each other. Courtney feels warm and soft, like kissing Willam has washed her clean, made her new.

            “Will you be my girlfriend?” Willam asks softly against her cheek, and Courtney wonders how she ever got to be so lucky.

~

Remember the road trip we went on, when I asked if we might be forever? I’m no poet, but I remember how the setting sun turned your hair to fire and I wondered how someone could look so beautiful.

~

            They’re sitting on the roof of the car, fingers interlocked as they stare out over the ocean. The trees whisper in the twilight breeze, cicadas chirping from their branches, but Courtney hardly notices. She only wants to think about Willam, sitting comfortably beside her, her head resting on Courtney’s shoulder.

            The sun is casting orange streaks across the water and turning the clouds to wisps of flame. This sunset feels different somehow; more special. Maybe it’s the endless tangerine sky. Maybe it’s Willam.

            “Courtney,” Willam murmurs suddenly, “do you think we could last forever?”

            Courtney, taken aback by her unusual softness, twists around to face her. Willam pulls herself upright, eyes on Courtney’s face.

            “I…” Courtney takes a moment, sifting carefully through her words. “I’d like us to.”

            “So would I,” Willam agrees quietly.

            A beat of silence hovers between them. Courtney traces her thumb over Willam’s knuckles.

            “I love you, Willam,” she says finally.

            It’s a gentle confession, as light as a butterfly landing on Willam’s nose. She smiles like Courtney’s just kissed her, eyes lighting up like a torch in the dark.

            “I love you too, Courtney.”

~

            Remember when we first moved in and you made me breakfast? It was perfect, and that Monday felt a little less awful.

~

            Courtney’s awake with the sunrise, standing in the dove-grey light of the kitchen as breakfast fizzles on the stove. The morning is dreamy and soft, and the house is warm despite the frost bordering the windowpanes. The kitchen still feels homely, and the silence is heavy and comfortable despite her lack of company. She knows Willam is just down the hall, rolled up in a nest of blankets with her hair spilling out in golden waves onto her pillow.

            The image makes Courtney smile as she cooks the bacon. She’s not used to preparing meat, as she never eats it, but Willam makes strange things worth it.

            The calm that surrounds her is immediately shattered by a series of crashing sounds followed by a chain of expletives. Courtney whirls around in time to see Willam staggering down the hallway, her pajama shirt sliding down one shoulder.

            “Fucking hell. Courtney? …Oh, there you are.” Wandering closer, Willam wraps her arms around Courtney’s waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck.

“What just happened?” Courtney asks, running delicate fingers through Willam’s messy curls.

            “I fell off the fucking bed.” Willam’s voice is still thick and raspy with sleep. “Right before my alarm was gonna go off.”

            “Oh my god, you’re so stupid.”

            “You’re stupid,” Willam retorts affectionately, pulling herself back upright. “What were you doing, anyways?”

            “Making breakfast.” The bacon’s done now; Courtney shuts the flame off, piling the strips of meat onto a plate. “There. For you.”  

            The smile that lights up Willam’s eyes sends warm honey flowing through Courtney’s veins. She presses a kiss to Willam’s cheek before handing her a set of cutlery. “Enjoy. Coffee’ll be ready in a tick.”

            Willam doesn’t move for several moments, standing in the kitchen watching Courtney work. “You’re amazing,” she finally says, sounding awestruck. “So fucking amazing.”

            Courtney giggles as a rosy blush tints her cheeks. “Just go eat,” she says, pouring the coffee. She adds the milk carefully, determined to make this exactly the way Willam likes it.

            “Is it okay?” she asks tentatively as she sets the coffee down. The bacon isn’t perfect, and she knows it – it’s a little crisp and burnt around the edges. She just needs to know if it’s edible.

            “I love it,” Willam replies, her tired eyes bright, and Courtney’s face relaxes into a smile.

~

            The next ring is a command.

            There aren’t any more memories of their early days together. Instead, there are six short words.

Go back to where we confessed.

~

Courtney steps outside and the light flickers on, casting the shadows of distracted moths across the stone. The car is hardly more than a silhouette in the driveway, lumpy and distorted and strange. Upbeat music starts playing as she waits, briefly, for her eyes to adjust.

“The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed…”

The song is familiar, the ride home from work echoing back in Courtney’s mind as she approaches the car.

And there’s Willam, sitting cross-legged on the roof. She looks gorgeous in the moonlight, her skin lit up with silver, and Courtney’s breath hitches in her throat. She’s stunning, and Courtney’s overjoyed to see her. Willam fiddles with her hands in her lap, reaching up to gingerly tuck a strand of starlit hair behind her ear.

“Hey, Courtney.” She slides off the car, heels clicking gently on the stone as she stands and presses a gentle kiss to Courtney’s cheek. “Did you like the rings?” Her grin is playful, but Courtney doesn’t miss the nervousness in her eyes.

“Loved them,” Courtney replies, sliding her arms around Willam’s waist and pulling her close. “But I still love you more.” Her lips graze the edge of Willam’s mouth, and she feels Willam’s breathy sigh on her skin, her back stiffening beneath Courtney’s touch. Standing straight again, Courtney meets Willam’s eyes, holding her gaze for a moment. “What are we doing out here, anyways?” she asks, poking Willam’s cheek. “I know you’re planning something.”

“You’re so daft,” Willam tells her, arms around her shoulders. “I thought it would be obvious.”

“You brought me back through memories that defined our relationship,” Courtney murmurs wistfully, eyes darting towards the car. “Are you going to take me back to all the special places too?”

“I mean, that’s a good idea, but – Courtney, did you even listen to the song?”

Courtney pouts. “You know I suck at remembering lyrics.”

“Okay, yeah, not gonna lie – you really do.” Willam lets out a fraught giggle, and Courtney wonders why she’s acting so strange. She seems stiff, worried – not quite the easygoing person Courtney’s come to love. They stand quietly for a moment, and Courtney hunts for clues in Willam’s features, surrounded only by Taylor Swift’s light, cheerful voice reaching the song’s chorus.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that’s right

Darling, you’re the one I want…”

It hits her just as Willam steps back and drops to one knee. There’s a small, black box in her palm, and she opens it as she raises it towards Courtney.

“Let me make tonight the next step for us,” she begins, and Courtney can only stand and stare at her through blurring eyes, her mind struggling to process what’s happening.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Willam continues, her voice choking up with emotion, and Courtney can see the tears glistening silver at the corners of her eyes. “I want to go through the rest of my life with you beside me. I want this to be our symbol of forever. Will you marry me, Courtney?”

Courtney’s voice is shaky, throat rasping with emotion as she responds. “Yes,” she gasps, smiling so wide her cheeks start to ache. Cool silver brushes her skin as Willam slides the ring onto her finger, and then she’s squealing in delight as Willam tackles her, picking her up and spinning her around.

            “I love you, Willam,” Courtney whispers as Willam puts her down again, their bodies close as they stand, entangled in the moonlight. “I love you so, so much.”

            Willam doesn’t respond, instead pressing her lips to Courtney’s. The kiss is salty with joyous tears, and Courtney feels electric, her body warm despite the cool breeze. The music is still playing in the background, steady rhythms humming through the perfect night.

“Kiss me once ’cause I know you had a long night

            Kiss me twice ’cause it’s gonna be alright

            Three times ’cause you waited your whole life…”