#feild to table

[thestudentfarmer]

Nov 3, 2024

Smallish blog and garden notes.

Direct seeded some sunflowers, basil and amaranth seed in the back garden.

Was going to dig up and plant the asparagus elsewhere but discovered a small crown of spears starting, so I'll be waiting on that after all it seems.

The random squash or pumpkin has some flowers. It's a compost volunteer so I've exactly zero idea of what it will be exactly lol. Just that it's a squash or pumpkin of some kind.

Ended up pulling the entire last armenian cucumber plant by accident. Was trimming up and cleaning the dead stuff out so the hummingbirds had some better camouflage spots to rest between their stops when it hopefully did another flush of green. I think I'll be putting trellising beans or Peas on both side to fill in for same purpose. We really like seeing them come round and they enjoy the flowering bushes the neighbours put in a few years ago.

They've also grown rather brave recently and will come up to see who's in the garden or yard now. They don't stay longer than to look but then retreat a distance to chatterbox dissaprovingly or to have a sip. We keep a sugar feeder with homemade sugar water, since it's near impossible to find it without the red dye in store.

They like 1 pt sugar: 4 pt water best. I use plain white sugar or cane sugar. No coloring.

Laid out some base work for the next extension on the garden grow beds and floral patches.

Also fixed up a line that needed to be replaced. I wasn't able to patch it up with ducktape, electric tape or a cover slip after all. I was able to recover the sprinklers (though they'll need a cleaning as their pretty covered in calcium), the coupler parts and the end cap for flushing the line.

That's it for today's small notes. :)

🌱🍊Happy Homesteading and urban Gardening 🍊🌱

[dan-ish]

Can we really call Cale oblivious?

When I was reading tcf for the first time I had the question "Why is cale oblivious to his own actions destroying his slacker dream? Why does this man turn the world upside down and still thinks he might be unknown at the end of the day? ?" In my mind all the time..

So, I decided to analyse his actions in his own perspective!

What did Kim Rok Soo do that was so different from Cale? Nothing really, in both lives he's doing the same exact thing :

• Fighting the evil beings with overwhelming advantage (as much as he could).

• Scamming the bad guys in whatever way he does it.

• Preparing several plans for most possible situations before stepping in.

•Encourages and helps his people to become stronger and uses their abilities in the most efficient way helping them 'stand out more than him' as he thinks.

• Has no problem in retreating if the situation is not going as intended, prioritise his people's wellbeing above all else!

• Works from the rear as a strategist, but is always ready to step in whenever the situation goes south to flip the tables; not just turn them.

He has been doing this since he became a team leader and has continued in the same manner after transmigrating, so far almost 13 years !!

But here's the one most important difference between now and then: Cale is not affected by the White Star's curse anymore! Since it broke the moment he transmigrated into Cale's body nothing now is hiding his achievements from the world.

However, as a victim of both WS's reincarnation and og Cale's transmigration, (the curse's cause and its breaker) he had no idea, until recently, so this is the thing Cale does not understand the most. He may have figured out the concept of what effected him but he's yet to link his past to his present comparing them to the point he believes this is an important factor of why he's becoming a worlds wide hero.

So when he says 'i just wanted to be a small hero why isn't it working like it always has?!' he actually means it and is genuinely confused! (And certainly justified) Because why ,if he does almost the same strategy, is he's having different results this time!?

The variables become clearer if you have an outsider pov, for example: krs's curse made it that he can't cherish anything or be cherished, that's why all the people he cared about left him one way or another, This explains why Cale can't understand why his family care for him. Something inside of him thinks unconsciously "How are they still here?". It's not that he's in denial, it's rather that he has never been given the chance to process this love and care in his 40 years of life, for as soon as he starts to accept that he may have a chance of happiness, it's immediately stolen from him, leaving him more traumatized than before...

Another side would be that every time a chance arised for him to standout in public, like the speech thing he talked about, "something" would happen; a monster outbreak, an accident, or maybe an unexpected attack from some evil ability users...

Which means it's not only his desire to stay hidden that has been keeping his achievements in the dark as krs, it was mostly his curse and when he couldn't be praised he thought 'Well, who wants public recognition anyway?'

You can see he was well-known inside his feild, the government,guilds and throughout the company, He was almost an idol to the people in the brain team! But that's where it stopped, always.

So, it's totally understandable how Cale gets confused everytime he does something good and is praised and cheered for by the citizens; what he had learnt from YEARS of experience is that whatever he did, in the end it remained between these companies walls. [It mostly won't go further unless someone is digging around, like the assassins and illegal guilds that hated him]

No matter what good deeds he does, he can't be 'loved', for he is cursed to be left alone. I mean, we still barely know ANYTHING about team leader krs,his abilities, exact strategies, his team and their relationship with each other what other hardships did he face?

The speech curse is one thing we figured just recently and it never crossed my mind before that he could have been in such a situation...

Maybe he never bought a better house because each time he tried it would get destroyed because he "can't have anything to cherish" so he had to be stuck with the wrecked place that triggered his records and brought him more pain and suffering...?

Back to the point, krs was free to do much more without standing out, he didn't have these "fame/heroic consequences" as for he thought this was the norm for him at least, and tbf that's a major one less headache for him to deal with since he had enough enemies already. And he's a shy little boy but we don't talk about that !

And one little thing to note, he's used to trouble coming after him, and he has this sense of responsibility that he should be the one dealing with all of the trouble since most of the time he concluded that he was the reason everyone around him got hurt...and he can't forget so that's two reasons why he's now dealing with all these problems even if his actions now have such consequences or if it brings him more trouble.

If your daily life was like this of course you'll be confused to WHY ISN'T IT WORKING OUT I JUST WANTED TO LIVE IN PEACE !!!

[ftmforestfae]

Wish I could be a rent a toy for a queer commune household instead of going to work today I cannot with the general public today but money is must.

Would much rather be between the legs of the remote author while they write. Maybe they write smut and arrange in positions to see if they'd work on paper.

Cockwarming the tractor driver until they finish the feild

Bent over the couch in their lap with their hands resting on my back as they knit. When their friend walks in with more yarn they set it down and my mouth is put to use.

When everyone comes in for dinner whoever cooked gets me first as a reward while everyone else cleans up.

Tied to the coffee table for movie night for everyone to get their hands on

Just morning thoughts

[cranberryjuice-posts]

a Clarisse la rue x reader where the reader is blind? it seems good? I just like your writing so I accept any plot you make on top of it

YIPEE‼️‼️

Love is driving me a bit insane

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Aphrodite! Blind! Reader

An - You not the shit bitch You not even the fart‼️‼️‼️

Clarisse knew she had liked you more than a friend since the first time you Met. Ok sure she’ll admit at first she though you were weak for the simple fact you were blind- normally you wore a pair of feminine Prada sunglasses which complimented your skin tone and hair unnaturally well, aswell as adding a sense of beauty to your appearance. which was why it wasn’t a shock when you were claimed my Aphrodite.

Your cabin had been placed on her team for capture the flag. Clarisse at first was annoyed with this since she didn’t know where to place you however after you proved your strengths with your siren like charm speak she fell in love. That and the fact silenas constant battering for her to admit her feelings may or may not of helped

—

Since then clarisse had made it her mission to be around you as much as she could. You enjoyed the attention of the daughter of ares which ended with you two becoming close.

You noticed Alot of things, like how you noticed how strong the bond-fire was in-front of you.. You also noticed when you were close to clarisse, how fidgety she got it was especially noticeable how quiet she got.. you found it cute.

You faced towards clarisse reaching your hand out to grab her arm. The daughter of ares jumped. “Yes what do you need” she almost to quickly responded. You gave a small laugh. “I want some water, if you don’t mind” you flirted.

Clarisse immediately  stood up running off to get you a drink. You laughed to yourself as you heard her yell at different kids stressing about something simple like a water.

People thought they were sly and you were dumb, that just because you couldn’t see somehow that also meant you couldn’t hear.

“She’s a freak i mean have you seen her charm speak— it’s like a monster”

“I bet clarisse just hangs out with her out of pitty”

“Oh definitely she probably only wears those sunglasses because she has ugly eyes, I wonder why Aphrodite even claimed her”

“I know i wouldn’t of”

You gripped your walking stick with anger trying to calm down. “Ok I found a Fiji water from one of your sisters but I also have sparkling thanks to the Hermes cabin and oh! There’s also a—“

“I want to go back to my cabin” You harshly spoke trying to keep the tears at bay. Clarisse set the waters down before crouching infront of you, she touched you knee softly rubbing it. You could feel her harsh stare trying to figure out what was wrong. “Now please” You whispered.

“Yeah.. Yeah ok” she responded.. once back at the cabin you found your way to a bed you assumed was yours before lying down. You hated how people assumed shit about you just because you were blind, at least try to be creative about the insults.

———

The following day went as planned. You went to the straw berry feilds and picked some of the fruit, read some with a few brail books gifted to you by Chiron and walking around camp enjoying yourself.

Clarisse soon found you sitting on a bench laughing with your sister silena. The brighter girl looked over and mouthed a ‘ask her out’ to clarisse. She laughed at the girls embarrassed reaction before leaving.

“Silena?” You asked while tapping your index on the table an old nervous habit.

“No no it’s me” clarisse spoke up, she was flustered in the fact that silena had dipped on you two. You smiled once you realized who it was. “It’s my favorite daughter of ares huh”

“Oh you have favorites now?”

“Yeah but make-sure not to tell anyone else” you chuckled with the other girl.

Clasisse noticed immediately, the way your shoulders hanged and the sense of insecurity in your voice. “You ok?” She asked leaning over on the table while gently touching your hand.

You dismissed her by nodding. “Yeah im Fine don’t worry about it”

the daughter of ares however didn’t buy it. “Liar”

“Narcissistic”

Your little back and forth game was one you both enjoyed.. you sighed and took off your glasses allowing clarisse to see your rare eyes, they shined like pearls in the sunlight. “Some girls I heard.. they were saying some uh fucked ip shit about me” You started while fiddling with your hands. “But uh they said that you only hangout with me out of pity..Is that true”

While you would of never knew you had made eyecontact with the woman infront of you. Clarisse grabbed your hands unexpectedly which made you jump slightly.

“Your a fucking dumbass if you think that’s true” she scoffed, Clarisse brought your hand to her lips before softly kissing your knuckles. “Everytime I talk to you it’s like Cupid is messing with me, you should of told me what those girls were saying and I would of defended you”

You had to take a minute before softly laughing with a flustered face. “Clarisse? Are you confessing to me right now”

Clarisse reached forward tucking a stray of your hair away “I guess I am” she mumbled.

“Guess I should to hm?”

You trailed your hands from the girls palms up her arms and to her shoulders, you placed your arms around her neck before leaning in to kiss her.

Clarisse while shocked kissed back, she was embarrassed as being new to the whole love thing — her kissing skills being evident of that.

Once you two had eventually pulled away but kept your faces close you were able to finally hear silena who was now cheering in the background.. and was that Charlie.

“OH my gods silena!” Clarisse yelled.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically. Your sister from what you could tell just continued to laugh.

You faced back to clarisse and shook your head. “Just ignore her” You softly spoke before kissing her again

Feminism‼️‼️

[beescrafting]

Through heaven and hell...

Price is now retired... Living in a slow town with a small population further up in England's more rural area.

During one night at the pub and a near PTSD attack, he finds himself talking to a gentleman named Nikolai.

______

Life was slow now. With creaking old joints, pains from active duty, John found himself in a small little town far out into the country side of England.

It was quiet.

It is nice.

It was boring.

Compared to the normal loudness of a battle feild, the gunfire, the yelling, the bombs... Then again those silent missions... Either way John found himself bored out of his mind.

Theirs only so much a man can do with gardening or trying to learn how to knit.

So alot of the time, he found himself jogging and working out, doing small jobs with helping the community, and then drinking.

This is where John found himself every Friday night, at the pub at the edge of town. It's not the most popular pub, but its a good one.

That's where John found himself right now. Sitting in a corner of the bar, cradling a whiskey to drink.

The bar was briming with life, from workers taking a moment to calm down for the week ended talking with friends and watching sports, to some young men on a few dates with their girlfriends or boyfriends.

This town truly was something else.

Drinking his whiskey John sighed. The noise in the background was slowly startling to frazzle out, sounding like background noise as he more focused on the tv. It was a program about a war going on...

John tapped his finger against the table slightly, taking a deep breath. He was starting to hear the voices of the men he failed to keep alive... The men who died by his side due to his faults.

Their screams of pain over the coms as they suffered and died by the enemies hands.

The sound of gun fire and bombing ringing in his ear it was-

"are you an angel, because I want to pray to you~" A thick russian accent suddenly broke his train of thought from such a wild thing to say.

John turned to face the man only to be met by a older gentleman with a smirk amongst his face. His stuble was nice it really brought out a strong mans exterior if you were to ask anyone.

"pardon?" John said raising a brow as he studied the man.

"ha sorry, just trying to get you out of that head of yours мой друг" (мой друг = my friend) the man said while taking a seat next to John. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket with some jeans and a nice random t-shirt from something John didn't know. "My name is Nikolai, friends call me nik, and you are?" The man- no... Nikolai asked.

"John... John Price" john replied back, he found himself smiling slightly, he had been lacking a bit with human connection lately after all... And John had a feeling Nik understood him more then he let on.

"well John, care to explain what's got you stuck in that brain of yours?" Nik asked leaning a bit closer after ordering for another round for the pair. Another Whiskey and a cherry vodka.

Mhm very nice.

Maybe this truly is what he needed, someone to talk to and drink with. He hadn't had much contact with anyone from his job in a bit, Ghost and Soap were still in the army serving under a new captain now no doubt, and Laswell had her wife and job in the CIA...

"Well, I use to be in the army" John mumbled before talking more to Nik about what it was like, he and nik both learned a few things from one another. They truly had alot in common.

~~~

This is just the intro for what's going to be started, its not very long but its a ground breaker for what I have planned. Thank you for reading, and if you wish to be tagged for me updates to this, then please let me know, and if you have any questions my ask's are always opened! Their will be other updates too other then short little writings such as art, thoughts, and chapter idea's. I do hope you enjoy this project among the many more I'm work on. - Bee

but i do think i know of two people who'd like this, @panchulien and @hexxedghost ,w,

[vipsunia]

Song of Nyra

an asoiaf story

ʚɞ timeline: before Robert’s rebellion

ʚɞ synopsis: a tale between the last two dragons of House Targaryen, and the end of the world.

II of VII

. . . RHAEGAR HAD WORN A black tunic and black breeches, his boots leather, a cape of red draping across one shoulder. He was mounted atop his black stallion, side by side with Ser Arthur Dayne. It wouldn't be reasonable to be grand. They were hundreds of leagues from Lannisport. Mud will dirty them and break their carts first before they could even grasp the throat of the west.

They have been marching for a week. Now, the party was camped at the edges of the River Road, spread across its feilds and rivers. They were near the Golden Tooth, but his father refused to be taken in the halls of the Leffords, muttering something about Lannister rats squeeking about as I sleep.

Rhaegar ran a hand across his hair, bound up in a leather cord at the back of his head. His calves were aching from days of colliding against the muscular flank of his stallion. He ought to be grateful for this slight reprieve. But how could he?

Their course depended on the fickle moods of Aerys Targaryen. There were days he commanded that the party must ride until the moment he decides to halt, and days where he'd stay in his tent without being seen for two sunrises. It was . . . tiring. He could only clench his jaw.

Rhaegar let out a breathy exhale. It was night. Across the encampment, smoke from cookfires twirled heavenwards to the skies, surrounded by men merrily sloshing Sour Reds in wineskins, telling stories and jests, while wenches hung on their arms.

The court had battled eachother for a place in the inn nearby. Those who lost were forced to set up tents beneath the clouds. It was the better choice, really. The inn's featherbeds were hard as bedrock. Just this morning, a lady had woken up screaming, red from bedfleas. His father didn't care. The old king had a colony of his own in that beard of his.

Rhaegar silently made his way into the inn. The feast was finished, and attendants were clearing away the meats and goblets scattered like birdshit on the tresle tables. He climbed the creaking wooden steps to the rooms above.

Two ladies were lingering by the stone window, pausing from their gossip at his arrival. They smiled at him, batting their eyes demurely. Prince Rhaegar, good evening.

He smiled at them, nodding his head. My ladies. He was quick to make his escape until they seize him in conversation. The thought frightened him, to be stalled by the halls and indulge in idle chatter. There was something about it that he couldn't bear.

The room he entered quietly was plain and common, with only chair and a table, and a featherbed tucked beneath a wood-panelled window. He sighed, relieved.

"I hate this, Nyra. I feel like I'm useless."

"Against what?" Rhaenyra asked as a handmaid untied the laces of her red gown. "Against papa?"

"Against everything," he muttered, taking a seat on the bed. He could feel it now as he had not before - the slow setting of his fatigue weighing down upon his shoulders, the growing ache of calves ringing upwards to his thighs. Seven Hells.

Rhaenyra raised a brow, not bothering to answer him.

His sister could care less of what's happening beyond her wheelhouse. He knew she had her own war to fight in that chamber she's forced to share with their father. He would see her stumble out the doors covered in bile, hers or their father's? It was hard to tell. Sometimes, she was even half-drunk.

Rhaegar watched her step out of the gown pooled around her ankles in nothing but a shift, her flesh bleeding in the scarce candlelight. She plucked her ivory comb, bidding the handmaid leave.

Her silver hair dripped down her spine, gleaming at each sift of the sawtooth. He was tempted to ask her if she started to itch from - who knows? - fleas, but he was too weary, though it was soon replaced by a sudden anger.

It bothered him so much, the way she moved so slowly, so unhurriedly, as if she wore the numbers of time as pretty rings on her perfumed knuckles. Can't she see it? All this?

"Stop that," he muttered.

She raised a brow. "What?"

"Stop it, Rhaenyra. I can't take it when you do that."

She was confused and irked. "Do what, Rhaegar?"

His eyes followed the leisure drag of the comb through her curls. It seemed to rake against his own skin, breaking the delicate veins beneath. Gods, damn it all. He stood up abruptly, roughly swiping his palm's heel across his forehead. He doesn't like this.

"I need to leave," he grit his teeth. "We need to leave."

She laughed at that. "Try your fortune with father. His mood seems to be quite jolly today."

"Is it?" Rhaegar mumbled, not the least bit hopeful. He knew his lord father well enough to know that one thing is often the other.

"Oh yes, I heard him tell the fireplace."

A long, deep breath left Rhaegar's nose. Closing his eyes, he laid stiffly on the hard featherbed in defeat, finding no comfort in it at all. He was still dressed in his riding tunic. Lonmouth had changed it two days ago. He was covered in dust and sweat, smelling of horses.

He cursed, throwing an arm across his tired eyes. They have been hampered in this inn for three nights too long. The men didn't seem to mind, the court didn't. Rhaenyra especially. But Rhaegar? He shook his head.

"You're tired," Rhaenyra said almost spitefully.

"So what if I am?" He purposely asked spitefully.

She rolled her eyes and settled down at his side, her body warm and soft. "There's no cause in fretting over the inevitable. Let papa do as he likes, he can't keep us here away forever."

"Who knows with father?" He hissed. "He's fine rotting in his rooms all day, who's to say he doesn't wish the same for us?"

"You're being ridiculous. Even he has his limits."

"Really? Did you hear him confide that to the fireplace too?"

When no response came, he lifted his arm slightly to see Rhaenyra glaring at him through her lashes, her rosebud mouth set in a scowl. If he was in better spirits, he would've remedied it with a jest. He wasn't though. She could frown all she likes.

Silence came like a swarm of locusts after that. They laid together in the flickering candlelight, the faint bustle and rowdy jeers of the encampment beyond the inn filling his ears. He had half a mind of inviting Richard or Arthur for a spar in the deep woods but the dull soreness in his joints stopped him, and he found his sister's warmth to be quite remedying.

Rhaenyra shifted slightly. Her hand was on his belly, feeling its steady rise and fall, before she started to caress it. He closed his eyes. Her fingers drifted lower and lower, slipping past his trousers. He felt her brush the course white hairs there, drawing the heat of his loins.

She grasped his soft member, stroking languidly against the plush flesh of her palm. He could not think of anything softer. His breathing became shallow. None of them spoke. Rhaegar untied his trousers deftly with one hand, the other rubbing her round-shaped rear. She sat up, gathering her curls on one shoulder.

The silence of the chamber was brushed with the soft clicking of her lips delving up and down on his hard cock, saliva dripping on his thigh. The muscles of his jaw flickered, his teeth gritting. Her mouth was a sweet, wet thing that roused him more than the act itself. It eased his tension.

Rhaenyra, he breathed, holding the back of her graceful neck.

Her pink little tongue jutted forward to give him licks, like a small kitten drinking milk. He groaned. Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar stiffened, his lips pulling back in a sneer as his seed rushed out of him, spilling into her teeth. She pulled back, wiping it off of her cheek. They stared at each other without speaking.

"I'll speak to papa," she said.

He nodded. "Thank you."

"Rest, Rhae."

The rest of Rhaegar's restlessness had been taken away by her lips and by her voice, by the way her eyes fluttered and the way she was there, holding him. In this light, with their skins touching, they were almost one.

Rhaenyra settled herself on the pillows, pulling his head into the curve of her shoulder and neck. It was soft as cream. She hummed to him, brushing his hair with her delicate fingers. The world seemed to fade away. The night seemed to deepen. He closed his eyes and slept.

Rhaenyra waited until her brother was deep in his sleep before she carefully slipped her arms from him to stand, fastening a red velvet robe around her waist. Though it was summer, chill nibbled at the tips of her ears. Her flesh was in want for his warmth. His fire.

In the faint candlelight, she glanced at him one last time - his face, just countless moments ago so taught with agitation, was loose and gentle. He was beautiful like this, her twin brother.

She turns towards the door, closing it shut. The hall of the inn was short, quiet.

"Ser," she greeted.

Ser Barristan Selmy stood guard outside her father's rooms in his white cloak and white armor, his snowy white beard almost making him appear Targaryen. He was tall, regal. Wizened. A thought crossed her head.

Was this what her father ought look like? A king not only in name, but in face?

The kingsgaurd bowed his head in regard. "Princess."

"Is the king awake?" She asked quietly. There was something so criminal in breaking the silence of these simple halls.

"I could not say, my princess," Ser Barristan admitted gravely. "His Grace's squire had not left his rooms, but to fetch the food taster and a cup of poppy milk."

Rhaenyra nodded, thanking him. She would see her father. She would speak to him as she promised Rhaegar; but if he's asleep, she would still see him. A day hasn't gone by where she hasn't gone to him since they left the Gate of the Gods. It felt right.

The kingsguard parted the wooden door for her. The stench of piss and woodsmoke burned her nose. She found her lord father sitting in a wicker chair by the stone hearth, the cackling flames glowing on his pale, guant face. His squire stood not close by, attending to the beddings of the King's own bed rolled in from the wheelhouse.

Her father's thin lips moved in muttering beneath his soiled beard, his claws digging back and forth against the chair's armrest. He was naked underneath a heavy robe sewn with the sigil of their house. Rhaenyra could see the scabs that riddles his chest, the welts he had scratched.

She padded towards him, the untouched goblet of poppy milk on a lone table not lost to her. She was vigilant. One must learn a pattern of walk if they wished him not to flinch. She had mastered such arts at nine.

Rhaenyra folded down beside his spindly legs, leaning at his thigh.

The flames within the hearth was bright, fed all throughout the eve by fresh logs. Even in his chambers in the Red Keep, braziers and hearths must be kept on night and day. A line of servants had been specifically tasked for it. Her father claimed that a Targaryen should always be near fire, and fire should always be near to a Targaryen.

There was a quality of wisdom to it that made her nod. Her father had been wise once, and sometimes he offered her glimpses of it. Sometimes. Times rarer as the years fly by. She could only watch.

Is there anything more tragic than the fading of a promised greatness? Rhaenyra knew her father prime had been a long time ago. Everyone said so. As a boy, he charmed and was charmed. He loved music. He sought to build a city of marble by the banks of the Blackwater Rush. He dreamt of bringing back fertility to the sand mountains of Dorne.

The mind. Could it be taken away just as swiftly as it was given? If so, who are the theives to blame? She'd say the gods if she only believed in them. Rhaegar did. Perhaps she could ask him. Her brother is the closest thing there is to divinity.

She was suddenly frightened. Rhaegar. She thought about his greatness, his wonderful dreamer of a mind. Will it be stolen from him too?

It will be the worst of crimes. If it were the gods to do that, Rhaenyra will believe in them so she could take up swords and slay them all. Rhaegar is Azor Ahai. No god could change that.

Rhaenyra looked up at her father. He hasn't noticed she was there yet. Mostly likely he wouldn't. His eyes were feverish, clouded by something she couldn't name. She took his pox-scarred hand and pressed it to her cheek. Her papa. King Aerys Targaryen is her father first before anything, and anything lesser than that didn't matter.

Rhaenyra rose to her feet. "On the bed, papa."

For the first time for what she would say hours, he looked away from the hearth and glanced up at her. He scowled, a deep gash that stretched further the lines of his rough face, but he said nothing when she took his arm.

Her father was heavy despite the fragility of his frame. All skin and rigid bones. He barely ate. "Help me," she commanded the squire. Together, they lumbered the old king to the bed. "Fetch the poppy and leave us."

Like hard reed being bent, the king dumped himself heavily on the sheets, grunting. Rhaenyra propped pillows behind him, rubbing his back.

"Have you eaten, papa?" She placed her hand on his face, the jutting cheekbones cutting her.

He grounds his yellow teeth. "I have no trust in what they feed us here . . . that food taster, mayhaps he had been trained in the dark arts in immunity. What is safe for him would be the death of me, their king."

"Should we put that to the test?" She offered, taking the poppy milk from the squire. "Rip the food taster's belly open and see if he has the marks of the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai?"

A gruff chortle left her father's throat. "That would be most pleasing to see," he grinned. "But we have no need of delays. Wildfire is our answer. It will burn all the treacheries from his blood."

The silver hairs on her flesh rippled. Wildfire. Had her family, the dragonlords of Old Valyria, become so powerless so as to look to lesser flames for control? She pursed her lips.

"I have a more efficient method, papa," she said, taking a small sip of the poppy. Moments pass. She didn't convulse violently on the floor. If anything, she felt her eyes droop heavy. "It's untouched. Drink."

The king was furious. He glared at his daughter, displeased with her carelessness. "Men would rejoice at the death of dragoneggs as they would dragons."

"But I'm not dead, see?" Rhaenyra pressed the cup to her father's mouth. "Drink."

King Aerys reluctantly drank, the slight, permanent shake on his hands and head rattling the goblet. When he had enough, he whisked it away. "Pah!"

"Lie down," Rhaenyra said, tucking the blankets around him. He was grumbling to himself.

"Tywin Lannister cannot be trusted," he muttered. "I know him. I do. I can smell his ploys, daughter. What does he hope to achieve in this tourney? To celebrate your brother's birth? No, more likely his death. Or something else entirely, something worse."

"Unlikely, papa."

His blistered hand shot to grasp her wrist. "We should turn back and return to King's Landing," he whispered, spit at the corners of his mouth. "We would be surrounded by lickspittles and rats, but they're ours. Ours. Who knows what blades await for us in Casterly Rock? They fear dragons no more, they shall -"

"- Do nothing," Rhaenyra tugged his grasp away then pressed him to the bed, kissing his sweating forehead. "Sleep, papa. Tomorrow, we move west."

"Rhae, why did you stop?"

He blinked, returning his gaze to his sister. He hadn't realized his fingers had stilled on his harp.

On the middle of a clearing among rotting leaves and bits of toadstools, Rhaenyra had her hands on her hips, giving an accusing glare. She was practicing a dance she would perform in the feast in Lannisport. She told no one but Rhaegar along with a few of her women who'd dance with her.

Now, she wore a simple red dress without sleeves to fend away the summer heat, her arms like pale vines, while her curls were bound in a velvet net. The bottom lining of her skirts were smudged in mud.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Should we go again, sister? I was distracted."

She huffed. "By what?"

He shrugged. "The gods, maybe. They're here."

He doesn't hide his thoughts from her, not when she could see it plainly in his face. He had tried several times but she'd pry and pry until he would relent. There was little she didn't know about him, and it was the same for her. He knew everything in her head. Every abomination, every impulse, every whim.

Rhaenyra raised her brow. "How do you know that?"

"Look around us, Nyra. Don't you feel them? Hiding behind barks, watching us this very moment?"

She looked around. "The children of the forest."

He smiled, leaning against the boulder at his back. He was surrounded by mugworts brushing at his sides, dotted by small red-back lady bugs. "I don't really believe they've dissapeared when the Andals came. They were born in these lands, and would die in it."

"You don't know that," she padded to sit by his legs, placing her chin over his knee. "You speak as if you know those creatures personally, that you can vouch for their character."

"I don't," he admitted. "But if men could be resolute, how harder is the will of the divine? They're everything we're not, Nyra."

"And we're everything they're not," she countered. "You've always been cynical about what man could do. You're hopeless for your own race. That's treachery."

He chuckled. "Well, would you blame me? What capabilites we have, we waste on doing the worse."

"That is . . . ?"

"War," he began. "Pillaging. Thievery. Bloodshed. Rape. We've never evolved from the iron age of barbarity. Brothers kill brothers, friends turn on friends, fathers become madmen."

She stared at him for a long while, allowing the silence to fester between them. "They don't know it, but your poetry had always been political."

"I write and sing of what I see," he smiled sadly.

A league from where he and his sister sat in the woods, the party had dismounted for a small feast. Tywin Lannister himself had met Rhaegar as they approached Deep Den, to welcome the king to the west.

The Lord of Casterly Rock had laid out tresle tables filled with smoked ham and mutton, platters of barley bread, iced pitchers of wine. It was bountiful enough to feed the entire royal host. His lord father only grumbled though, wary of his Hand's benevolence. He refused to leave the wheelhouse.

Rhaegar, after indulging Lord Tywin in pleasantries for a moment, had whisked Rhaenyra away on horseback. They haven't seen much of another since the inn.

"There you are again," she said softly, reaching to swipe a finger across his lips. "The cynic. I like my brother better than him. Give Rhae back to me."

"At what cost?" He humoured her.

"A kiss."

"A kiss?"

She nodded. A kiss. From his sister, his Rhaenyra. He could think of little things that could compare to that. Dragonback? Dragons had long been dead. But he had kissed Rhaenyra a thousand times, and each time his soul ascended.

"A kiss it is," he smiled. "And you shall have your Rhae back."

Rhaenyra bent forward. He closes his eyes, but parted them again in shock at her palm pushing his face away. Her laughter echoed in the solemn air.

"You can keep him," she grinned, rising to her feet. Rhaegar glared at her. "However, would you join me for a bath, cynic? The river had been calling to me for quite a while."

"Don't bare your neck in front of cynics or they'll show you how cynical they could get," he grumbled, rubbing his jaw. She rolled her eyes at that.

Rhaenyra ran to the sloping banks of the icy black river, unbinding the restraints of her hair. Curls flew behind her like silver wings. She glanced back at him, grinning.

Rhaegar settled his harp on the boulder, standing to follow at her trails. He began to slide his leather jerkin off as she unribboned the laces of her dress, the ground littered by bits of their cloths.

The canopy of the trees were so dense and so thick, sunlight failed to pass through. It was cooler here, darker. They were both hidden from the sun of summer. Their nakedness were seen by no one but themselves.

Rhaenyra snatched Rhaegar's wrist. She dipped her toes into the rushing, coal-like water, hissing at its coldness. She retreated. "Actually, I don't want to -"

Rhaegar seized her in his arms and carried her down, ignoring her shrieking. The river was cold. He'd grown so used to heat that it caught him unaware, sharp as daggers. But it's alright. Her back, pressed to his chest, was all the warmth he needed.

"You like that?" He whispered at the cusp of her ear, waist-deep in the river. The pebbles beneath his feet were cool and smooth.

Rhaenyra pushed him off. "This is freezing. Dragons don't like the cold."

"I thought the river had been calling to you?" He chuckled, watching her shiver slightly.

"A call I shouldn't have answered," she wrinkled her nose. She held herself tightly, half of her curls damp on her back.

Rhaegar sat quietly over the dark soil of the banks, looking at her. It was as if she was a nymph of these woods, made of moonlight and stardust. She glowed brightly above the waters.

He smiled to himself, understanding why Durran Godsgrief refused to give back Elenei to her godly parents. He had built Storm's End to keep her by his side.

Rhaenyra grew used to the water's temperature, wading across to gaze upon strange-shaped rocks and colorful mushroom growing on fallen, rotting trees. What would I build to be with her? He asked himself. Valyria.

"Rhae, have you ever been to the North?"

Blinking from his daze, he raises his brow. "Not yet, but I want to someday. A king must see all of his kingdoms."

"By then, Brandon Stark is the Lord of Winterfell," she said, brushing her silver hair. "I heard the North is beautiful . . . the wildest and the freest of all the seven realms. I want to see it too, Rhae."

"What else?" He asked, leaning forward. Her cheeks were red from the water's chill.

She grinned. "Their weirwood tree, maybe. They say it has a ghastly, terrifying face. That it is the face of the old kings of winter, who wails that it was their blood who first bent their knee to Aegon."

He laughed. "Is that all?"

"I want to see Lyanna Stark," she added, wading towards him, her hips round and gleaming beneath the currents. "We'll be friends, her and I. Fire and Ice together."

He nods. His sister had a smile that made the world fall back.

"Will you take me, Rhae?"

Rhaegar reached forward and pulled her into his arms, her breasts pushed upon him. "Where I am, you will be," he said. "From the godless lands of Vaes Dothrak to the thousand miles beyond the Wall."

"Rhaegar and Rhaenyra," she nuzzled their noses together. "To Valyria."

He kissed her lips. "To Valyria."

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[venus-like-theplanet]

idk if there is an audience for this, but I yearn for Irving Bailiff x Cecil Feilds.. is there anything that connects 2 men more than falling in love with the same man? This is just a little excerpt of what I might write if anyone is interested.. its an au?.. (would eventually lead into Burt/Cecil/Irving)

The house is empty and dim without Burt in it, Cecil is alone. There is stew cooking on the stove, it fills the house with a pleasant smell.. meat, and herbs. The silence is broken by a knock on the door, It's Irving. It is always Irving these days. The best way to describe Irving is.. polite. Too polite. Despite Cecil's many years in the Lutheran Church, he will never be so polite. He will forever be rough around the edges, scared when he should feel comforted. Jealous when he should be happy.

Irving smiles when Cecil answers the door, he does not have to force it. The man is wearing a worn leather jacket over a navy blue sweater, his jeans have paint stains over the thighs. Cecil feels his lips press into a thin line, he doesn't hate Irving. That would be ridiculous.

"..Burt's not home, sailor-" Cecil leans against the door frame, as if Irving would try to force himself into the house. He feels as though he is the rocky shore, Irving is a lost sailor, and Burt is the light house.. but Burt isn't here now. No one to guide Irving away from Cecil's rough edges.

Irving hummed, his eyebrows raising slightly.. "..What a shame- good thing you're here though." He pauses for a moment, expecting Cecil to let him in. When Cecil doesn't make any move to do so, Irving perks up a bit. "..Oh- I left my gloves here.. last time I was over for dinner- Burt said you'd let me in."

Cecil sighed, of course he did.. To avoid looking like a complete asshole, Cecil steps aside "..Of course- wouldn't want your hands to freeze off in this weather." He forced a chuckle, his head tilting "..You two.. text?"

Irving nodded, his eyes looking to the floor as he made an effort not to track in any snow.. "..Yes- I thought he.. would've told you.." Irving's voice gets quiet for a moment as he looks for his gloves- for a second, Cecil believes he sees Irving's hands shaking.

Cecil closed the door behind Irving, he shrugged "..suppose the texts are friendly-" his jaw clenched.

"-And what if they're not?" Even Irving's eyes widened as he said it, as if the words from his lips surprised himself too. The air in the room seemed to shift, and Irving could not bring himself to look Cecil in the eye.

Cecil blinked, perhaps he preferred it when Irving was polite. Cecil huffed out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he couldn't help but laugh. "..So- So what? You've come here to gloat?-"

Irving's expression softened, he shook his head. "..No- no.. I don't know why I said that it is only friendly. I just.." Irving looked lost, and in a way he was. Where had his life gone? Never been loved before, and now he was licking up scraps from a married man. And he liked it.

Cecil chuckled, he always did that. Laugh at the wrong time. It must have made Irving feel small, perhaps Irving deserved it. "..You just wish they weren't- hm?" Cecil's voice was harsh. He was jealous, of the whole situation. He didn't know who he wanted to be like more, to have a love affair or to feel something new with Burt. Maybe some days he just wished he had something to look forward to.

Irving's hands were shaking, it was a definite fact, and Irving knew it himself. "..You know the answer already, so why ask?" Irving did feel small, and his chest ached. It was wrong to want Burt, he had a husband at home. As Irving's eyes looked around this house Burt and Cecil had made. It was clear, they had loved each other. He couldn't reason himself out of this- suffocation.

Irving's eyes settled on a picture of Burt and Cecil's wedding, it sat on a small table by the door next to keys and mail. There was a bit of dust on the frame, because it belonged there. A concept Irving seemingly had never understood. "..There are a million reasons to love Burt- I'm sure you know that better than anyone.."

Cecil didn't say a word, didn't look at Irving. Maybe that's why Irving continued.

"-A million reasons to love him, and only one reason I can't-" Irving's voice faltered.. he finally looked at Cecil, trying to catch his eye. "..It's you. You're the only reason I can't have him, can't love-"

Irving stops. He has been cut off by Cecil's hands grabbing at his leather jacket, pulling him down. Cecil forces Irving to look up at him. "..You can't love him because you're a coward-" Their faces are inches apart, Cecil's voice is cruel. Maybe he wants to hurt Irving. His voice shakes "..what if I told you I didn't care?" This would be a lie. "What if I told you to take what you want, and leave me out of it?? Would you?"

Irving has to slouch to be shorter than Cecil, he shook his head. A confession, almost.

Cecil laughed, he has a white-knuckled grip on Irving's jacket "..Coward- don't blame me for your cowardice. You can't love him because you can't take what you want." Cecil's eyes burned into Irving's..

Irving felt weak, small. An overwhelming sense of cowardice, that's what he was. A coward. Irving's tremoring hands reached for Cecil's collar, and he tugged as he settled on to his knees. Irving could not handle being forced to slouch over anymore, it was Cecil's turn.

Cecil stood slouched over Irving. His grip loosened, mostly out of shock. Irving had fallen to his knees, and threatened to take Cecil with him.. Cecil could only hear his own breath for moment "..I hate you-" he managed to say through his bared teeth.

Irving's response was not words, but rather to tilt his head, and lean into Cecil. His lips against the other's. The faint outline of Gustav Klimt's 'The Kiss' emerges in Irving's mind, the way Cecil is slouched over him in the same way. He feels love that isn't there. Love in contempt, he is sure Cecil will pull away.

It made it all the more confusing when Cecil kissed back. Cecil felt the flutter of Irving's mustache over his lips, and decided to lean in. It was sweet, Irving still tasted like his toothpaste. Cecil wondered if Irving imagined he tasted like Burt. Perhaps Cecil wanted to take something away from Burt, in a way.

The kiss ended as soon as it started. Irving coughed, as if the kiss had pained him. As they parted Irving leaned on the wall to get up, his breath was heavy.

Cecil tried to wipe the feeling from his lips. "..Get your gloves, and get out-"

Irving did just that without a word.

[brineoffire]

Aaaaay part 3? Also yall lemme know if you have any thoughts about Roland and his antics or questions about the fic. I'd love to hear anything yall have to say, literally anything lmao

Last part:

Clean Barracks

Price is the first to walk in flanked by two more man, one with darker skin, one with a short mohawk. You can't help now your eyes linger on both of them just as long as you stared at Ghost's mask when you arrived. You sit staring for a beat too long when you hear said man clear his throat from across the room. Shaking your mind clear you stand at attention.

"Sirs, Roland Haven reporting for duty." Price chuckles and pats your shoulder as he passes to the front of the room, and the other two share a glance before the mohawked one looks to Ghost. "Oi, take et easy on em yeah LT? Dun' wana scare the runt off a'fore we ge' a goo' look ah him." You hear a grunt in response as the other guy steps closer. "Don't let 'im worry ya much recruit. 'Es got a mean streak in 'em." He holds his hand out. "Garrick. You can call me Gaz." You give him a nod as he moved past you to an empty seat. The Scott with the mohawk taking his spot in front of you.

"Mctavish lad. Call me Soap, an' eye fer one am 'appy ta see a fresh face."

"O' coarse you are Johnny. Jus' means someones 'ere ta' faff about more then you."

"Oh piss off Ghost."

"Alright boys, settle now."

They all quiet down, looking to Price at the front of the room.

"Now you've all met the new recruit. E'yve picked him out personally, so any issues will be brought up ta me here and now." Price barks out.

The three of them look to each other, Gaz and Soap give each other a shrug and a nod respectively before Ghost speaks up.

"Cap'n c'mon now. Do we really need fresh meat slowin' us down?" Ghost still stands near the back of the table, his arms crossed firmly. There's a grunt from Price as he nods again.

"Aye, he won't slow us down. Kid's got good reflexes an' some skills we could use with us on the feild. Has better tech knowledge then the lot of us, an' 'es got a quick foot." You're surprised with how easy it is for Ghost to give in with a shrug. Looking around again, no one speaks up and you bite your tounge this time before going on about dumb luck, knowing Price would shut that down real quick.

"Alright. Tha's settled then. Soap, I want ya' taking him through basics with ya'. Geh him used to the daily routine. Gaz after tha' I want ya' gettin' 'im up to speed with the systems."

"Aye Captain." "Yes Sir."

Price nods his head.

"Good. Keep on yer' toes as always lads. We may 'ave a break now but keep active."

"Rite then. Les' have a go newbie." Soap calls out, beckoning for you to follow. The two of you end up heading to out to the training feild as he points out the average days exercise. You nod as you follow along, it's mainly cardio and upper body workouts. The cardio? Easy peasy. You've never skipped leg day and you aren't about to skip it now, but the pull-up bar? That was going to take some getting used to, especially seeing as how they wanted you to eventually lift twice your weight with you. God dammit that pull-up bar was going to be your nemesis for the next several months. Soap notices your solemn stare at the bar and grins wide.

"Was' the matter? Not used ta' 'eavy liftin'?"

You shake your head and sigh.

"Not at fuckin all. In fact I hate upper body. With a passion sir." Soap barks out a laugh and pats you on the shoulder.

"Ah, 'ull geh used ta it all soon dun'a worry!"

"I ain't worried, but I can and will complain the whole time." He laughs again and shakes his head.

"Alright then! Les' start with fifty plus on them bars then yeah?" You groan loudly as the two of you walk over to the bar, Soap dropping a fifty pound weight underneath it. Begrudgingly, you set yourself up for the set of reps that will no doubt bring you nothing but sore muscles and regret.

After the pull ups Soap leads you through a several mile run with some hurdles and inclines then the two of you head off for a quick rinse, have breakfast, and you're off with Gaz. He leads you to a small tech room loaded with computers and various communication devices. Looking through the setup you get the gist of what you're working before Gaz even tells you anything. It's easy for you to follow along with his explanations as you get yourself logged into the new setup.

"So how'd the cap find you ey?" He asks while he watches you set up your info from over your shoulder.

"Ah. I helped him outta a tight spot at the last base I was at. Couldn't say no to the pay at all."

Gaz raises a brow.

"You joined for the pay then?"

"I couldn't really say no. Got a shit ton of student loans an shit. Ain't got much else to do for this amount of money." He nods his head thoughtfully.

"Alright then. Jus' don' let us catch ya eyin' enemy offers yeah?" That gets a laugh out of you as you look over to him.

"Naw. I wouldn't know how ta deal in dirty money either way. Besides, I wouldn't be workin' this hard ta pay back my schools if I was just guna go dark side." He laughs along with you and pats you on the shoulder as the two of you finish setting everything up and going over the rest of the equipment.

So far so good, you think to yourself as you head back to the barracks with Gaz afterwards. You're already making a note of the schedule in your head, going over it to yourself as the two of you catch Ghost at the next door.

"Ah. Good timin' then new blood. We're havin' a spar before you get ta lunch." You stare at him for a second blankly before your face scrunches.

"E-excuse me?" Ghost's eyes betray the smirk under his mask as his arms cross over his chest again.

"Didn't stutter. Your ass to the trainin' feild. Now."

You spare yourself a look over to Gaz who shrugs at you apologetically. Looking back to Ghost you nod.

"Understood." And off you go to get your ass handed to you by a giant man in a skull mask. Yay...

[knb-shitposting]

BABY/KID GOM HEADCANONS!!!

Midorima-

Had a strange obsession with rubber ducks. Had like 15 of them and refused to bathe without atleast 5 being present

He named every single one

He was the first one in his class to memories all the tables

He had a very hard time making friends :(

Had 1 friend that was actually his cousin but he moved states

But its okay the teachers loved him!!

Sat with teachers during lunch

Grew out of his shoes very fast and hated buying new ones bc he had a hard time adjusting to change

Had the cutest baby face and smile. Literally he was the cutest kid do not fight me!!!

Once him and his mom were going for a walk and a random woman came up to them and asked to take a pic with baby mido because he looked THAT cute.

it was either the cutest or the most off-putting thing to watch a 4 feet, oddly baby faced, 3rd grader trying to speak in polished adult vocabulary

Murasakibara-

Grew out of his clothes very fast

always at the back of every class photo

there was a kid that asked him "hows the weather up there" for 3 weeks straight and one day he got so fed up he told him that it was raining and spit on him

always picked first in pe

never shared his lunchbox w anyone

always picked out the vegetables during lunch and got scolded by the teacher for it

had to hold the teachers hand during every feild trip bc he kept wandering off

kissed every animal on its head during a school zoo trip. the techers took a picture every time he did.

his teachers made him take a photo w a baby giraffe and it was so cute

always got his siblings passed down shoes and clothes

sat in his siblings lap all the time. cuddled and played with them all the time as well. he was so full of love

Kise

like midorima, very cute kid, people asked to take pictures with him

his parents had to turn down modelling application since he was in 4th

he never got any stationary. always borrowed from the girls

got kissed on the cheek by the principal once

DOMINATED the sport periods

he actually enjoyed sports back then. he was in football, badminton, and the tennis team all at once

missed a lot of academic periods bc of that

had trouble socializing wit the guys in his class bc they all were jealous

failed math in elementary twice

learned the table of 7 in middle school

Aomine

He put a frog on momoi's head once and she started sobbing immediately. and started yelling at aomine to take the frog off her head

he thought it was the funniest thing ever. but then she started like screaming and some grandpa had to take it the frog off her head

she slapped him and said that they werent friends anymore.

He didnt take it seriously but then momoi started to ignore him at school and the park so he got scared shitless

he rehearsed so many apologies but in the end pulled up to momoi's house with this mom and shyly hid behind his mom while she talked to momois mom

Aomines mom and momois mom thought it was so cute and funny. They sent aomine to momois room to apologies and recorded the entire thing

he made momoi an origami swan as an apology. she forgave him!! yay!!

slept next to his mom till middle school

was actually very radiant and had many friends

failed english in elementary

always got his shoes dirty and torn beyond repair

Kuroko-

his teacher missed him during school trip headcounts and he got left behind at the zoo. like the bus literally left

he was calm and collected and just told one of the guards there to give him their phone so he can call his mom

his mom called the school furious and the bus came back mid way to pick him up

his teacher was crying and hugged him TIGHT. and she apologized a million times

he kissed her cheek!! aw

had 2 ride or die friends

the cutest girl in his class had a vvery obvious crush on him

passed elementary with exactly 50%

Momoi

people loved her hair!! everyone loved to play with it

told aomine every thought that came into her mind

played basketball with him sometimes

she was absolutely dominating girls basketball

but then she quit bc height

had only female friends

had girls only slumber parties where she'd steel her moms make up and nail paint

she once actually ate her moms lipstick and said it tasted good

at one point she became really close with this one girl which made aomine so jealous he cried at her doorstep

she fed stray dogs regularly

Akashi

obsessed with remote controlled cars and planes

had a phase where he hated masaomi and loved masaomi to death during his toddler years

on one hand he wouldnt let masaomi even 5 feer near his remote controlled car collection

on the other hand when he was 4 he needed. NEEDED masaomi to sleep

he needed to be on masaomi's lap, shoulder anywhere

he gave him lots of kisses

And masaomi thought it was so cute

and akashi used to stare at him with such awe and love masaomi cried once. he got teased by shiori

Masaomi took him to work one day just to for demo or smth

and within 5 mins 4 year old akashi got stolen by the employees and they all played w him!1

he definitely sucked his thumb

needed a good morning and goodnight kiss from shiori to survive

he loved to watch the maids cook

[autumnvine]

She's Gone

Summary: This was the first time you'd ever had a whole movie to shoot, a chance to work with Tom Hiddleston. Tom became your best friend, your saviour. He was always there for you, especially when you needed him most.

Tw: Death of yn Grandparent, mentions of blood in the crimson peak movie scene.

"Well, that's a wrap for today! I just wanted to personally thank everyone one of you for your amazing work. You guys have put in a tremendous effort, go home, rest up, see you all Monday morning bright and early." The director called cut on the scene, everyone was smiling all day filming with no hoovers, no retakes, no cuts. Everyone did so well. Youwere proud of your team, Tom was your best friend he really cared about you as you did him, his girlfriend was just lovely and you couldn't be happier for them, it was nice seeing them both happy together. For all you were single, you were okay with it, choosing to focus on your career right now over relationships.

Tom always looked out for you, he helped you through everything, on your first day he asked you to get coffee with him so you weren't alone, on days you had filmed intense scenes together he made sure you were alright and day where his character shouted at yours, he made sure to check on you and apologized for yelling eventhough it wasn't him, it was the characters but he wanted to always make sure you were alright.

You confided in Tom with everything, when your parents divorced he was there, when your best friend moved away he was there for you, when you were ill his was the shoulder you lent on. Tom knew your whole life, he knew absolutely everything that happened in your life, just as you did his. The bond between you was unbreakable. Rock solid.

"Yn you did amazing today, I'm so proud of you, how is your shoulder after landing o n it today?"

"Thank you Tom, you did great also, you always do your scenes amazing, my shoulder is okay trust me I had a soft landing on the mat, so what's your plan for the weekend are you and Zawe going out?"

"We are yes, I'm taking her out on Sunday for our anniversary. She's working tomorrow or I would have taken her away for the weekend."

"Awh Tom that's lovely have a fabulous weekend, congratulations on your anniversary."

" Thank you darling, What about you? What is your plans?"

"I'm not sure I might call home see what's happening there and how everyone is doing."

"Have a great time, say hi to your parents for me, be safe"

"Thank you have a great time too." You hugged Tom and left for your separate trailers,

Your trailer was almost as big as your apartment, a dressing table, wardrobe with your everyday clothes, some of your makeup and sprays. Sitting down in front of your mirror you took the rollers out your hair, took off your makeup and removed the dress from your last scene, you'd be in serious trouble if it got dirty or lost at your apartment. Slipping into some leggings and an oversize comfortable jumper with your trainers.

Gathering your belongings and driving home, you took your golden retriever out for a walk as soon as you got in, she was so excited to see you, as you were her. There was a great little walk around your home, through the feilds and trees, giving her some time offf the lead to run free without anyone getting knocked over by the speed she runs. IIt had been over an hor since you finished filming for the day, not once thinking to check your phone.

Missed call x5

message x 5

"Call me, you need to come home now"

"Yn answer your phone, we're at the hospital"

"Are you working, hurry up before it's too late"

"Yn call me right now!"

"She's gone Yn, your grandma passed at 3.15 this afternoon, she just wanted to say goodbye to you, but you wouldn't answer"

Trying to call your mom back a few times but no answer, Crying at the horrific news, your grandma passed away, yous had always been so close, when youy were ill when you were little she made you soup and scones, insisting it made you feel better. When you fell off your bike and broke your arm when you were nine she came over while your mom worked, gave you the controller for the Tv and let you eat so much sweets and cakes as you wanted. EVery birthday she was the frst one to call you, as well as christmas, and when your grandpa died last year you insited upon staying with her so she wasn't alone, but when she needed you most you didn't even know, you weren't there.

Leaving to go for a walk along through the town, the silence was making you more upset, knowing you can't call her, see how she was doing, or being able to get ahold of your mom, you found the beer garden she took you to the day after your 21st birthday to celebrate and drink with you. Sitting in the same table, drank exactly what you had that night of your birthday, having a coctail a passionfruit martini "I'm sorry Grandma I hope you found your peace" raising your glass to the air you toasted each drink in her honour. Drink after drink, hour after hour, "I hope your happy up there with grandpa"

"Hey just leave the bottle for me yeh?" you asked the bartender while passing over $40 to pay for it.

After a few hours you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder

"I'm sorry ma'am you have to leave were closed.

"I'm sorry, I'm going I'm just going"

Grabbing your purse and of course your bottle you walked home, eyes red raw from the tears shed for your grandma, your dog greeting you at the door, tail wagging, running around you as you kicked off your trainers,

"Come on babe lets go to bed."

The following morning you tried to call your parents again, who didn't answer again, they never text you back from last night. "Babe want to go for a walk?" youasked your beautiful golden pooch laying on the bed beside you, as soon as she heard walk, she ran for the door.

Strolling through the streets with your dog trying to call over and over, trying to take your mind on your grandma, it wasn't working. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes again just at the though your grandma was mad you never answered. All day you walked around with your dog throwing sticks for her, and playing chase, getting some water for her as you had been out for a long time,stopping in for a wrap on the way home.

You went for a shower, got some comfy pyjammies on and curled up on the couch with a blanket, tear falling onto the blanket, one after the other after the other until there was no stopping it, babe jumped up onto the couch and nuzzeled her face under your arm and layed over your lap trying to comfort you.

Monday morning had came around, no word from your parents, you had to drag yourself out of bedget up, get dressed, kissed babe goodbye "I'll be back in a few hours okya, I love you" you always spoke to your dog like she could understand you. You knew she could.

"Alright guys hope everyone's weekend wasn't too crazy, now I need you to be ready Tom for the last scene in the film, so get ready, get dirty, remember exactly how the hair and makeup wasbut your team will support you with this. Yn I need you ready in fifteen minuites, hair, makeup, dress everything, get whoever you need to have this done and go. The rest of you I need some clothes scattered over the floor on scene, I need everything done ASAP people, come on, last scene we can do this!" Shouted the director possitively encouraging all of you.

In your trailer you pulled the dress overhead, two ladies working on your hair, one lady working on your makeup and a man filming the behind the scene documentary. "Getting ready with Yn" Walking on set you waited for Tom running over your lines in your head, preparing yourself and trying to keep your tears at bay.

"Hi Tom, how was your anniversary?"

"Yn darling it nice to see you this morning, it was lovely Zawe and I had a wonderful time, how was your weekend?"

"It was fine" coosing not to tell him the truth or you'd cry

"ALRIGHT EVRYONE PLACES, PLACES......AND.. SCENE"

Tom's line "McMichael is still alive, he's alive"

Yn line "You lied to me"

Tom "I did"

Yn "You poisoned me"

Tom "I did"

Yn "You told me you loved me"

"I do, please trust me this one more time, let me make this right,you can leave if you want, or you can wait for me here, I'm going to get those papers back, I'm going to finish this, I'm going to get us out of here"I'm going to save you Tom kisses you "Now hide, don't let her find you, I will finish this and we will all be free, we sell the house and let themmines and the Sharpe family name die"

You kissed Tom and ran off scene as scripted, still watching from the side, he ran through the halls of the mansion

"Lucile it's over, she's gone, burn the papers and we will all be free"

"It will never be over"

"Lucille it's over pleae, pass them to me" reaching over to pick up the papers

"Nooo" Lucille shouted, cutting Tom with a fake knife as scripted "You did this, you made this happen, you were never supposed to fall in love with anyone, you were supposed to love me, you were only supposed to love me, it was perfect, it was us, and you fell in love with her!" Lucille shouted repeatedly stabbing into his shift as scripted. Obviously not hurting Tom but watching it hurt you.

"AND SCENE! THATS US GUYS WELL DONE" The director shouted, everyone started clapping and cheering, hugging and dancing with achother, but you stood crying watching as your best friend was stabbed oer and over, which you knew was fake and just the scene for the movie but it was all too much, "Tom" you shouted running over to him, wiping your tears and helping him up, "Darling are you alright?" Tom pushed a strand of the wid behind your ear oaway from your face, tears streaming down your cheeks, "Oh darling what's wrong?" Tom sympathised with you pulling you into his arms holding you against his chest

"Darling you did so well, your scene was amazing, are you alright? What's wrong? Did I upset you, I'm sorry my dear"

Sobbing in his arms he helped you up "Come on lets go outside, somewhere more private, get you some air"Tom was fully aware that everyone was watching your heart break in his arms, you nodded and walked outside with him but the tears wouldn't stop no matter how hard you tried.

He guided you over to your trailer, politely asking the makeup and hair crew to leave,.

He helped you sit on your front trailer stap with him sitting just infront of you, holding your hands runnign his fingers up your arms,

"Darling whta's going on?" Talk to me"

"I saw you, and she hurt you, and your bleeding and I'm so sorry"

Tom looked down to see the bloodstained shirt he was wearing, obviously fake blood from the scene, none the less he removed it, sitting infront of you topless

"Darling I'm alright, look she didn't hurt me it's alright, it's all fake, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Tom"

"Yn don't appologize it's alright, just take a deep breath, dry your eyes, tell me what's going on. I know this didn't upset you this much."

Taking some deep breaths of fresh air, looking at Tom's blue beautiful eyes

"She's gone Tom, my grandma, she's gone, my mom won't talk to me because I never said goodbye to her, i didn'tknw, I was working, I was filming I din't know. And now noone will talk to me,I feel completely alone and she's gone and nothing is going to bring her back. She was 86, it's her birthday in a few weeks, or at least it was. She's gone I don't know what happened, my mom text me saying there atthe hospital friday lunch time and at the three she text me again saying my grandma is gone. I'm so sorry I never ment to get this upset, or ruin your filming party, I'm so sorry Tom"

Tom gently held you in his arms as you spoke about all the times you had spent with your grandma, and how she adored you, Tom comforted you explaining to you that eventhough you were working when she passed, it's what she prefered, she wouldn't want you to get upset talking to her, and she would want you to be happy. "You darling I bet she's up there right now looking down on you, sitting with your grandpa, sh's reunited with her love. You finished your first film, both she and I are so proud of you." Tom kissed your head, he always knew exactly what you needed to hear.

"I want you to come have dinner with Zawe and I, I don't think you should be by yourself."

"That's so kind of you Tom thank you, but don't worry I have babe and I can't leave her by herself all night."

"Alright, well I'll drop you home and stay with you for a while until I know babe will take care of you."

"Thank you Tom"

"You are my best friend Yn, you are never alone, you always have Zawe and I, we are both just a phone call away alright"

"Thank you"

[kawarikisaki]

So a while back I made a post that speculated that to someone (specifically Hakuba in the post, but I do feel that it could apply to regular people as well) unfamiliar with the Detective Boys they may assume that they're all like Conan, and that if they also saw Haibara in her element they might come to the conclusion that each of the kids is a specialist of some kind.

At the time I didn't really think much further on it about what each kid would specialize in, but I've found myself thinking about it again.

As a detective team, they don't have to all have similar knowledge sets, and in fact will actually benefit from having different perspectives that can be brought to the table.

That said... this isn't so much me trying to say they're currently like this, but thinking about what I would want to see as a dynamic if they continued to be interested in being detectives years down the line. (Also just acting with the assuption that Conan and Haibara stay part of the team. So something like an OVA 9 AU, not something I expect to really happen.)

Conan is the team's generalist. He's skilled, but he spreads his knowledge base out so he can maximize his understanding of everything. If anything, his speacilties are flexible thinking and understanding the interactions between people and objects. He's a skill monkey and the defacto leader handling all coordination and planning.

Haibara is of course the medical specialist. If something has to do with medicine or chemistry she's going to know more than anyone else. First aid and forensics are her job. Conan can check the cause and time of death, but its more accurate when she does it.

Also it's definitely secondary, but she also has a pretty solid knowledge of fashion and brand name items.

Now for the more speculative ones:

Mitsuhiko is the outdoorsman. Specializing in orienteering, insects, disaster and outdoor survival. If that seems like its coming out of left feild we've already had a few where Mitsuhiko shows some wilderness experience: Mushrooms Bears and the Detective Boys, Mitsuhiko's Mystifying Forest just to names some early examples but there are plenty of others. And while a fair bit of it is stuff directly stated to have been learned from Conan, he still often ends up being the one taking the lead in survival situations when the children don't have Conan or Haibara around. So I think that could be a fun direction for him to develop into.

As for Genta... I'm sure he has plenty of potential in different directions, but just looking at the current Genta the only specialization that I think he would willingly go into is food. Which isn't super useful, but in certain circumstances it could be really helpful. The case is hinging on the alibi of a head chef that claims he was in the kitchen preparing the main dish for the last 2 hours- Genta can tell by smell and colour that that soup is canned soup from his favorite brand. A case where someone had an allergic reaction in a restaurant Genta can tell that the 'red snapper' is actually Tilapia that's been dyed.

Also could potentially be good for him to get into wrestling or something that would let him put his bulk to use to be the teams defender when they inevitably fall under threat.

Though in an ideal world I would prefer that defender role go to Ayumi- she has plenty of strong women in her life that could encourage her to take up a martial art for self defense. I think it would be nice for her to learn from them and go being a precious protected princess to the cheerful knight that keeps the team safe.

More realistically Ayumi's specialization would probably be something on the more traditionally feminine end of things, but this post is also just for me to have fun.

And I think another direction that would be fun for her to take would be if she could ends up specializing in spirituality and myths. Leaning back into all those times that the Detective Boys have gone to investigate supposedly haunted locations. Knowing all the local legends so when they run into supernatural cases she could be the one to point out that something doesn't match up with the stories. She could learn from Kazuha how to make protective charms, or on the more extreme end she could encounter Akako and learn fortune telling or basic magics.

I just think that would be fun.

[weskeyboy]

CONNOR X READER (nsfw)

This fanfic includes: AFAB (but I forgot that miss was for women so..pretend it doesn't say that?) Slight size kink mention, light choking

You have lived with your android for about 6 months now, ever since Connor retired from working with the police and also the cause of Markus making androids and humans live side by side, he now lives with you, handed to you by Hank. He gives the occasional visit when hes off work.

Connor is helpful however, hes like your butler in a way, always keeping calm and things clean, you hardly have to worry anymore unless its with your work, you decided to take his feild of work over, Hank was your relative afterall.

"What are you working on now miss?" Connor peered over your shoulder to see you ar your desk, buried away in tons of paperwork. You look up at him, blinking slowly as you sigh.

"You know you don't have to call me miss, you know what to call me by." You stated firm. "My apologies, my program is used to doing so due to my old job." Connor spoke all monotone.

"Im gonna need to take a break from this, Connor, check if any of my friends are free." You stood up, feeling blood rush to your brain, just the strech alone made you feel more energized for the day.

"Now checking..."

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"I have found tbat your friend North is free, shall i notify her? Where would you like to go?" Connor stood woth his hands behind his back, having the usual puppy-eye look to his eyes as he stared. "You walked to your couch, a black leather bought due to the amount of spills you had made, Connor had cleaned up most of the time...you'd feel bad if he cleaned up *everything*..which is why you decided to get one so messes wouldn't be as difficult.

Connor had seemed to leave for soemthing, the light taps of his feet hitting the steps as he adventured, you looked over and watched him come back down from the steps, holdign the keys to your car.

"She has stated she wanted to meet you at the café downtown, do you wish to accept?" He asked, standing by the door all cute like, swaying his body slightly. You stare at him for a moment in thought. "Sure, im guessing right now?" You ask as Connor nods, making you sigh and stand up. "Give me a moment." You state as you rush upstairs to change

-Timeskip-

You and Connor are seated in the car, you weren't the kind to just splurge money on things, you still had the old cars from before they were so advanced.

The sky was dim, gray clouds washing over the what was soft blue sky, the evening light made cars passing by shine slightly.

The atmosphere in the car was very soothing, you sort of zoned out, the radio playing "Upgrade" by Jesse Murph all softly, like it was barley in volume. Your eyes were half lifted, only minimal traffic oddly enough.

"I like this song." Connor stated, looking iver at her with his curious eyes. You glanced at him for a moment and gave a nod. "I do too." You answered back in monotone.

There was silence for a moment.

"I believe that you have something on your mind, naturally, humans listen to music based on how their current emotion is." Connors hands layed in his lap all proper, you sort of stayed quiet.

Before you could even try to form a reply the café came into view, making you let out a sigh of relief, truth is you didn't want to reply to that. So you stepped out with Connor, which you honestly had to take him everywhere. He kept track of your sugar intake, telling you of its too much or too little.

North was sat out at one of the tables outside, leaned back and sipping on a coffee. "Hey! I already ordered something. I know androids dont need it but my human claimed it was good." She said dully. You simply smile and sit down across from her.

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Time had passed, it was the usual little conversation, nothing too far, you were just absent-mindedly listening until you heard your name be repeated, making you look up at her. "What?" You asked, North rolled her eyes. "I *said* my owner said i was good with sex, what..have you seriously not done that before?" She rose a brow.

Connor was sat in-between the two, he seemed to not be payong a single bit attention, he was only there to monitor afterall. The question caught you so off guard, so you stared bla lly for a moment. "What? I mean a lot of humans enjoy it.." she then glanced over at the not paying attention Connor. North looked back at you and smiled, making you frown.

"Im not doing that! Thats my android who helps me clean and keeps track of shit, not some fuck toy." She protested. North then snickered. "Im saying this *AS* an android, most of us were equipped with the knowledge of such things." She smiled, she seemed to be having a good time with it.

"Hey plus..thats gonna help you with..you know..the person." She reffered, making you furrow your brows.

You and your partner had broken up recently, it ended bad, a whole lot of yelling and overall toxicity in the relationship.

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously."

"What? No."

"But...yes..?"

...

The two stared at eachother, you then sighed.

Look..yeah sure it wpuld help..sex with them was..not the greatest, but still! I think its..wrong." you whispered but North rose a brow. "What? They have human qualities, they have knowledge about it, they'll agree." She reasoned, you stayed silent for a moment. Yet even after a of this, Connor was still in his own little world..besides the yellow LED, but you didn't think anything of it.

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After a while longer, you stood up and waved, Connor snapped his head over to you and stood up with you, seeing you were ready to go. You waved your goodbyes to North and stepped back in your car.

The car ride home was silent, even more silent then before, it was now a bit more awkward from the conversation you and North had last, just the thoguht of it made you bit the inside of your cheek.

Once the two of you made it inside, you were kicking your shoes off when Connor spoke up. "Miss?" He asked, making you look back. "You seem stressed..is there anything i can do?" He asked, his eyes showing concern..odd.

You shook your head. "Im fine..really i am." You furrowed your brows and instead started to walk upstairs, but he followed you. "Miss, i can sense that your nerves are much higher then normal at the moment." He edged on, making you groan and sut diwn on your bed. "Im fine Connor!" You stated a bit annoyed.

There was silence.

"Y/N...i know what i heard..." he said as he suddenly placed a hand on your shpulder, your wyes widened a bit. "What?" You whispered. "Let me help you. Let me make you feel good again." Connor whispered all caring, he knelt down to be level with you.

You were taken back, you couldve sworn he wasnt paying attention..was he? "Connor i.." you fold your arms over your chest. "I cant do-" "You can, just tell me what you want me to do..you understand what i mean dont you?" He asked as you slowly nod.

His LED went from blue to yellow, making him pause for a moemnt tben go back to blue. He suddenly leaned close, until his lips were beside her ear. "Lay down?" He asked, you sat still for a moment, fully trying to comprehend what he said before you.slowly back up, hesitantly oetring.your.body lay..however you were stiff, very tense overall. Connor took notice and pressed a ahnd against your stomach.

"Do not worry..it is ok to feel these things..even around an android..thats what those clubs are for." He explained as he started to rub his hand all along your stomach, he loomed over you as he moved his hands to your hips, gently massaging you. "You need to relax..i promise it'll be ok." He comforted.

You couldn't deny his artificial hands were comforting, you could feel them start to warm up..was that on perpouse? He pressed his thumbs against your hips, making you let out a soft whine. Connor looked up at you, taking note of how you responded and only snaked his hands uo further, running his hands down your arms, pressing circles and massaging you. "Thats good.." he whispered.

You suddenly had a flashback..the first time you and your ex had sex..it wasnt the best all honestly..you barley got off. You remember laying together after..only for a moemtn before they had to leave, skipping aftercare.

Connor noticed the decrease in behavior and let out a sigh, he suddenly grabbed you by the chin and stared down at you. "Give in to me..please..relax for once and let me take care of you miss please." He whined out, suddenly lifting up your leg to rest on his shoulder.

8

You looked up at him, suddenky suprised at his aggressiveness. Before you could speak Connor forced his lips to touch yours. His lips were soft, which was a plus, he never needed to maintain then either which made it all better.

You softened your gaze and finally gave in, letting your body sink into the soft plush sheets, after a few secinds you pulled away, softly gasping. "Connor..but youre my android...this is gonna be..embarrassing after.." Connor then looked confused. "Oh, i see, well..i can erase my memory of it afterwards if you want too, so that i dont remember. Would you like me to?" He asked as you gave a nod. "Uh..yeah.."

Shaking youre head a bit, you felt a gentle grip on your waist, followed by warm hands scooping your back, proping you up. "Can i tease your entrance? I know its an easy way to make humans..aroused easier." He offered, you nodded, only thing is...once you allowed him to take off what you had underneath, there was already wetness against you, making Connor a bit suprised. "You are..already aroused?" He asked, his blue LED flashing yellow for a moment, then back to blue.

"Do you ever stop talking?" You blurt out, Connors eyes widened for a moment. "Sorry." He stated, then looking down at himself. "I turned up my sensitivity while we were speaking, i...really enjoy your company miss.." he mumbled, making you stop and stare.

You reach up and place a hand on his cheek, stroking it smoothly. "Connor...just do what i need you for.." you whisper back with a grin. Connor hummed and pulled down his attire, his synthetic cock showing itself. "I can adjust size if youd like." He commented, you were a bit dumbfounded..it..can change?"

You shake your head. "No! No its fine..honestly..bigger tben what i ever had.." you admitted. "My..sex life-" "I already know, wasnt very good was it? I can arrange that.." he said as he suddenly spat artificial saliva at your entrance, you shivered and was caught off guard. "Androids are far better at these things.." he then leaned to your ear. "Ill treat you so good...you like being manhandled..dont you?" He asked, making butterflies rumble in your tummy.

Without another word, the android started slow entrance in, makign you jolt and squirm for a moment before he pressed on your chest. "Shh shh..its ok..let me know if it hurts.." he cooed, his eyes all relaxed as he started slow movement, making you suddenly grip his arm, at forat he paused, but seeing you didnt speak up he didnt say anything and continued.

"You deserve to be treated right..treated how you want..you feel..s-so good..my sensors are..overwhelmed." he stated, tilting his head back for a moment before looking back down again. "You feel so..warm.." he rambled, you on the other hand were a bit of a mess, heavy panting already due to the size..yet you didnt try to stop him.

"Mm Connor fuck..i-i cant even-:" you ran out of words, letting the thickness of him smother your walls, suffocating them really. Connor chuckled lowly. "Maybe i wanted that..you know the best part? I can release inside you..you wont get pregnant.." he suddenly pressed a hand against the aide of your neck, feeling of your pulse. "May i..squeeze here?" He asked.

You gulped but nodded, soon a hand pressed against your neck, adding oressure slowly over time, your head felt light, your eyes hitting the ceiling as you had to focus on *something*. "Mm-" you let out, making Connor let go since your cheeks were getting purple. "Apologies...i cant help myself..around you." He admitted, a sigh leaving him as you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Connor fuckin- i cant deny ove thought about this before.." you mutter, making him come down and oress his firehead against yours, both of you staring into eachothers eyes as you oant in sync, he sped uo and you couldve sworn you could see stars.

"I know...i can say the same thing..doesn't it feel good? Finally fucking your own android? I know you feel like its wrong..makes it better doesn't it?" He said as he pushed you into another kiss, feeling of your body with his hands, groaping and squishing your sides. Your entrance ached, clenching around him too desperately.

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"Connor im-" "Close? Will you..let me cum in you?" He asked with his softness, making you grin, even in this setting he was always so soft and cute. "Cum in me..i wanna feel full.." you groaned, it was mostly pants and grunts coming from the two of you, so when he suddenly released inside you your mind went all fuzzy, groaning loudly as your back arched.

Before any of you spoke. Connor wrapped his arms around you, kissing on your cheek. "Did i satisfy you? May i request aftercare?" He instantly bomed with questions, you held up your finger to silence him, taking a moment to breath.

"Yeah..yeah that would be..nice.." you mutter, he wasted no time with getting uo to provide you with the thinhs you needed, and after he brung the two of you into a cuddle.

Maybe..its not so wrong?

[the-real-chuuya]

Someone said to keep the info dumps coming

So here's cocker spaniels!

Cocker spaniels are a small bird dog (bird hunting) that are common family pets and sport dogs! There was originally just 1 line of cocker spaniels, but along the way there was a split in the breed creating the english cocker spaniel, and American cocker. Cockers originated from europe and were used as family pets and hunting dogs. These dogs were necessary to bring food to the table but also be a people pleaser and easy to train!

(Feild line cocker spaniel)

Because of their history cocker spaniels are huge people pleasers and are eager to learn what you want it to learn. They are extremely intelligent and loyal! They are used to making decisions on their own because they were bred as a hunting companion! Because of this they need mental stimulation that lets them think! Teaching a strong recall and letting these dogs run free is one of the best ways to give the much needed mental stimulation but there are alternatives! These dogs excel in dock diving, hunting, barn hunt, and service work! They are a high energy high drive breed and need consistent training and outlets for their emense energy! They are easy to socialize as they were bred to be owner focused and able to ignore distraction although their prey drive can be difficult to manage

(AKC standard for cockers)

As with many spaniels, cockers are prone to many health issues such as ear infections, hip dysplasia, cherry eye, joint pain, skin allergys ect! Health testing is a must for these dogs for their hip dysplasia, joint pain, and allergies! These dogs are very commonly backyard bred including "cockapoos" which are a mix between cockers and toy poodles. Cockapoos are not an accurate representation for either breed and are prone to many many more health and behavioral issues then one ir the other. Stear clear of breeders who breed cockapoos or any poodle mixes! (Adopting a poodle mix is the only ethical way to obtain them!) Heart failure is the LEADING cause of death in cockers and has to be tested for in the parents and be tested for yearly!

(Show line cocker spaniel)

Cockers can be great family dogs if socialized to the life as they are very versatile dogs! Cockers can do amazing is servuce work like medical alert and physiatrist service work beacuse if their small size and people pleasing instincts! Their health issues are somthing that needs to be tested for in health testing in parents and the dog itself if not your cocker will not live the best life possible for itself! Finding a responsible breeder for any breed in existence is a must and will help you handle the dog better but also help the dog live a happy and full life! Cockers are amazing dogs for many different reasons and are very intelligent, high drive, high energy and versatile dogs that will thrive in many different homes!

I am not reading that

[esosage]

This is more so mentioned stobotnik, if you squint. But its sorta there so i though i'd use the tag regardless.

Anyways, heres a fic of robotnik not picking up on the fact that he's being flirted with:

Yes i work wood!... i'm a carpenter.

Robotnik was currently on a very important mission: social networking. A task he'd usually leave his assistant to take care of; but, considering the two of them needed money after his latest and greatest defeat stranded them in green hills, he'd have to do some of the work himself.

And working he went. He had already made several business cards for the handy service’s he had planned to provide, pinned down a social gathering where he could be given a chance to promote said business, and thanks to one annoyingly stupid deputy, he had gotten an invite.

It was a post wedding party where all invited guests were allowed to bring a plus one, and since Wade lacked a girlfriend, he was invited as his plus one.

Now all he had to do was socialize… which was immediately harder than he originally thought.

How stone could ever stand doing it was beyond him.

Robotnik was currently at the far end of the table the others were eating and drinking at, thinking. Planning a course of attack.

His last attempt to include himself in the conversation was a massive failure, with him having to go completely silent out of embarrassme- tactically retreat, but, it didn't dissuade him.

He was dr. Ivo fucking robotnik, a genuis, a revolutionary of the feild of robotics, hed figure it out… hopefully.

All he had to do was observed, plan, and strike when the time was ri-

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey-”

“Ah!” Robotnik yelped, swirling around to see just who dared to touch him. It was a blond women, who looked to be somewhere in her 30’s. She was wearing a quite revealing black dress, and holding a glass of wine that looked untouched.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment.

“Are, you okay?” She queried.

Robotnik scoffed.

“More than fine.” He huffed, straightening up a bit as he smoothed out the lapels of his jacket. As much as he wanted to scream at her, he needed business, and she had come to him willingly… something he could definitely use.

For some reason she found his reaction funny as she chuckled a bit.

“Right…. Hey whats your name?” She looked him up and down.

“Uuh” robotnik struggled to think up a fake name. “Ee-vo.”

She snorted.

“Ee-vo huh? How exotic.”

Robotnik blinked at her for a moment.

“I suppose it is.”

The woman leaned in.

“Say, where are you from?”

The question caught robotnik off guard, as it was strangly personal, but this was the best conversation hes had for the whole party soo…

“ireland.” He lied.

“Oh so your a foreigner?” She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

“uh, Not necessarily, no. I was born in Ireland, then raised in the United states.” He hoped his attempt to cover up his shitty lie didn't seem too suspicious.. and apparently it didn't as the woman leaned in closer, her hand holding her head up.

“Wow.” She slightly whispered, now taking a sip of her wine. “and what do you do for work?”

Robotnik paused, now wondering if she was a government spy sent by G.U.N, because of all the personal questions she was asking. But..

“Woodworker, plumber, electrician, mechanic, you name it, I do it.” He recited, finally glad that he got to use that stupid slogan stone made him make.

For some reason this made the woman grin.

“So you're good with your hands.” She said rather cheekily, taking a sip of her wine.

It was a rather odd question… but- “oh please, i'm more than just good, im perfect.”

“Oh Really?”

“Yes really. I've been in the game for decades.” He hoped listing his track record would make her more likely to hire him.

It worked like a charm, as the woman seemed to perk up a bit more at his answer.

“Can you prove it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Robotnik tapped his chin. Shit, he simply couldn't let this chance slip by him… but, then again, how could he prove it?...

“I could show you.” He said in another, regular, moment of brilliance. “Give you a proper hands-on experience.”

The woman giggled at his offer.

“Oh my, and where would that be? In my bedroom?”

Robotnik blinked, and then blinked again. The people in this town were weird.

“Well.” He trailed off, tapping his chin. “I suppose if I could get my power tools in there I could make it work.”

The lady looked confused for a moment, but after a while, she seemed to perk back up. A massive grin on her face when she did.

“Wow, getting… “tools” involved so soon?” She snorted. “I like it. See you at my place at 12.” She winked, handing him her number on a piece of paper.

Honestly, robotnik didnt know what the fuck she was going on about, about “getting tools involved so soon,” but buissness was buissness.

He handed her his business card.

“See you then.”

The lady, rather quickly, snatched the card out of his hand and stuffed it in her bra. Robotnik was going to say something about it, but before he could, she was already gone like the wind. Giving him a little wink before she completely vanished.

“Weird.” Robotnik muttered to himself, before going back to planning on how he could convince more people at the rundown little party to hire him.

Not realizing he was going to have a loong conversation with Stone about what just happened afterwards.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

In The Before

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, character being dusted

Request by anon: Angst with steve and vixen . Both gone off the track after accords vixen goes with steve and all else went good both layed low even married in secret . Angst comes in the form of Fucking thanos  , its the fight at wakanda shes next to steve while everyone is on the feild when the dust settle grim reality that the bad guy won . Both bucky called to steve but before he steped bucky disapeared . Vixen walked found steve to her horror steve sees his wife vixen disapear while whispering "i love y-" she turned to ash before finishing. 

Summary: The fight of your life is here and you'll do anything to protect Vision and the stone in his head. However, you've never faced an enemy like Thanos before.

Squares Filled: "This isn't a back alley. This is war." (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Author’s Note: i didn't go into too much detail about the fight at Wakanda and with Thanos since we've all seen Infinity War and we all know how the fight goes.

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This dingy and run-down apartment isn’t the best place you’ve lived in but it’s a roof over your head. Right now, you and Steve will take what you can get. It’s been tough after the fight about the Accords. Tony made half the team fugitives so you and Steve are living outside the country against the law. If you’re caught, the government will treat you like hard-core criminals and lock you up for good.

You’re on your own here.

You take the microwavable food from the kitchen and walk over to the table where Steve is. He hasn’t looked the same since the big fight with Tony. He looks broken, a shell of the man he once was. It breaks your heart to see him this way, and it hurts even more knowing the team is broken up. A team that once stood together to fight what others couldn’t is now disassembled.

“You should eat something,” you say and place the food in front of him.

He looks up at you and gives a half smile before taking a bite. He misses his friends. He hates how the entire situation played out and wishes he could go home.

“How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m doing alright.”

“I mean with Hydra. No trouble with them?”

“Not since I left Wakanda.”

It’s true. You’ve been free from their mind control for a few years now. It’s been so quiet inside your head, and you welcome the silence even if you didn’t at first. Bucky hasn’t been with you two since the Avengers broke up, but you keep tabs on each other since he has the same fears as you. What if Hydra got ahold of you again? Could they put that back inside your head? Could you be a puppet again?

Zemo hasn’t been seen since you let him go. You haven’t had the desire to go after him like you promised you would. Seeing the fear on his face when you caught him was punishment enough. He will always be looking over his shoulder for you since you can come from anywhere, and that’s enough to satisfy you right now.

“How are the others? You were gone all day,” you ask and eat.

“Buck is doing as well as he can. He’s still having nightmares. Nat and Sam are helping him through it. Wanda and Vision are still off the grid. Nat has regular check-ups with them so I’m not too worried.”

“I’m glad she has someone like Vision. He gave up what he believed in to be with her. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“I know it’s rough right now, but we’ll find a better place than this. I’ll give it a few years before we can go home.”

“Believe it or not, this isn’t much different than the missions I went on. Bucky and I used to stay in places like this. Though, if we’re going to continue to live here, then we need a proper bed instead of a mattress on the floor.”

Steve laughs at this. “We’ll get one together tomorrow.”

After dinner, you two head to bed together. It’s another rough night but you make the most of it. In the morning, Natasha calls the phone you reserved for emergencies only. Wanda and Vision are in trouble. Bruce and Tony are in trouble in New York. Apparently, someone named Thanos is on a mission to get all six Infinity Stones, and one of them happens to be in Vision’s head.

Vision and Wanda are located in Scotland so that’s where you and Steve meet up with Nat, Bucky, and Sam. Two of Thanos’ children are after the stone in Vision’s head, but they can’t take on all six of you at once. Wanda and Vision did most of the fighting before you were able to get to them, so your team made the finishing move that caused one of them to be stabbed by his own spear. They left back into their alien ship before leaving.

“What the hell is going on? Who were those people?” you ask.

“I don’t know but they want the stone. Vision has been injured,” Wanda panics.

“What are we going to do?” you ask Steve.

“We go home.”

Looks like you’re going home after months of leaving it behind. You’re not sure what you’re going to walk into when you touch back down in New York, but you have to be prepared for anything. However, nothing prepared you for what you came across. Dr. Strange, Tony, and Peter have been sucked into an alien spaceship that was trying to take the time stone.

It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not, Earth needs defending from everyone available.

Thanos tried to get Vision’s stone once and failed, so you know he will be back with more reinforcements later. The only place on Earth that might be able to handle the fight is Wakanda. They are more than happy to assist your team in the fight that is likely to come.

“How are we going to do this? They’re not going to stop until they get that stone.”

“What if we remove it from Vision? He’s more than the stone, anyway. Can he survive without it?” you ask Shuri.

“It’s not going to be easy but I think I can separate the stone from him. It’s going to take time.”

“How much time do you need?” Steve asks.

“As much as you can give me.”

“Alright, Wanda, you gotta stay up here and protect the stone. You’re the only one with the power to do so. The rest of us are going to be on the field. They’re not going to go easy on us so we aren’t either. This isn’t a back alley. This is war,” Steve says.

“You heard him. Let’s go,” T’Challa says and walks toward the door. “Someone, get his man a shield!”

You along with everyone else line up on the battlefield just as alien ships come crashing to Earth. They try to hit the Wakanda barrier but explode on impact since they can’t get through it. Most of the ships land outside of the barrier, and a bunch of alien dogs come rushing out savagely. They try to get through the barrier but are killing themselves when the barrier slices right through them. For every five that are killed, one of them gets through.

This is going to be the fight of your life, and you channel your inner Vixen for this fight. You use every weapon at your disposal, every skill Hydra beat into you, and every gun that is handed to you. You’re giving the aliens everything you’ve got but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Only when Thor comes from wherever he was, does the fight seem fair. He has a new axe that replaced the hammer his sister broke, and he uses it to kill as many aliens as he can.

At one point, Wanda is forced out of her hiding space to help in the fight, and that’s when Thanos strikes. He sends the two aliens whom Wanda fought in Scotland to grab the stone. Most Wakandans stay in the field to keep most of the aliens busy while your team heads to the other side of the place where Vision is.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask Vision and go to his side.

“He’s coming whether we like it or not. You should all get out of here.”

“We’re not leaving you. Eyes up, everyone,” Steve says.

It didn’t take long for Thanos to come with the time stone. He must have persuaded Dr. Strange to give it to him, but it’s unlikely he did it without violence. Steve tries to fight Thanos and loses. Natasha and Bruce try and they fail. T’Challa tries and fails. Bucky, Groot, and Rocket try and fail. You try and fail.

The only person stopping Thanos from getting the stone is Wanda, and she uses her magic to keep him back as she uses her magic to destroy the stone. It’s breaking her heart to hurt the one she loves but it has to be done. The stone must be destroyed so that Thanos can’t use it.

However, he has the time stone so after Wanda successfully destroys the stone, Thanos puts it back together just so he can steal it. He kills Vision right in front of Wanda and acquires the stone. He does what he set out to do years earlier.

He snaps his fingers.

Thor managed to lodge his axe into Thanos’ chest but that doesn’t stop Thanos from actually snapping his fingers, and then he disappears using the space stone. Your team is left to pick up the pieces after the big war.

“Is that it? Did we lose?” you ask and stand up.

Silence befalls Wakanda. Thanos got what he wanted. There is no need for the fight any longer. The alien dogs that are still alive retreat. Something doesn’t feel right. Thanos wanted to wipe out half of the universe.

“Steve?” Bucky says.

You and Steve look at him and see him turn to dust. You look to your right and see Groot turn to dust. Wanda turns to dust. T’Challa turns to dust. You look down and see your hand start to turn to dust.

“Steve?” you gasp and look at him.

“Y/N? No!”

“I love y--”

You turn to dust completely, leaving Steve and the remaining Avengers all alone.

x

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[cheesiestburger]

a/n: brain in permanent rot for this- just grrrr bark bark, also, sorry for not replying to this eirlier lol, brain fog is killing me. ngl hes a little ooc in this, idk why i wrote his like this but its what my brain demanded soooo (also aslo, this is not proof read. apologies for any spelling mistakes of just flat out missing letters.)

Characters: Alpha! Katsuki bakugou x Omega! Reader

Warnings: suggestive towards end

Summary: Pro-hero Dynamight catches a glimps of you as he walks by on his patrole, and wants to know more about you.

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜

Katsuki Bakugou is all that an alpha should be. He's years spent working to be a hero, working to protect, climbing the ranks to the top 10 after only a few years in the feild- earning his title an Alpha- and it shows.

The man is built like a god, strong arms made for carrying heavy loads, thighs like treetrunks, always working to push him forward to where he needs to be. The area surrounding him exudes pure power, that, and his scent. He could have anything, anyone, he wants- whether he asks for it or he takes it himself.

You, however, work at a local bakery, usually behind the cash register, or waiting tables with all kinds of sweet treats and coffee- whatever was needed at the time. A few weeks ago, Pro-Hero dynamight had a change to his schedule, with a new patrol route that just happens to pass by your workplace.

He saw you through the window on the first day of his new route, as he grumbled away to himself about 'how stupid this is' (he was a creature of habit, after all), and he was struck at first by your face. He thought it was beautiful- intricate lines making up your eyes, the creasse in your brow as you lost yourself in thought- and then he walked past, and you were gone. He had half wanted to turn around and see more, maybe go inside and ask your name, but of course that would seem strange- stupid, even, he told himself, so he continued walking, with you at the back of his mind.

The next day, as he bagan partol, he passed your bakery again, this time looking for you, but only to become slightly disgruntled when you werent there- only for you to walk direnct past him from behind and rush into said bakery, giving him a facefull of your scent.

As you rushed inside,accidentally running into what felt like a wall, you were hit with the smell of orange zest and caramel, with the slightest undertone of a burnt or smokey smell. It smelt amazing, calming even, but as you turned to see who it belonged to, you were met wiht Dynamight. The Dynamight. you would spontaniously combust on the spot if you could. Katsuki Bakugou was standing outside your work and you not only ran into him, but only turned around because of his scent.

Katsuki, on the otherhand, was floored. Immediatly addicted to your scent, taking a deep inhale through his nose, and locking eyes with you. He could feel his alpha clawing at his chest to get to you. you just looked so cute! Standing there, face beet red, awkwardly fidgeting as you just stared up at him.

'uhm.. im sorry,.. i didnt mean to bump into you-' you began to babble but got cut off as he smirked down at you, beefy arms crossing across his chest. 'yeah? well how about you be more careful? wouldnt want that pretty face getting hurt, would we?' he teased, your face getting redder by the second. 'okay- sorry, again' you muttered to him, eyes still locked on his. moments pass, the both of you just sort of staring at eachother, before you remeber you do infact have a job and are now running late.

As you turn around, walking back into the bakery, you hear him chuckle and begin to walk away. For the rest of the day, you cant stop thinking about him; his scent, the rippling muscles on his arms and shoulders, so strong you though he was a wall. Katsuki's thoughts are much the same throught the day, except the are directed at you; the way your hair blew slightly in the breeze, the way you smelt like cinnamon and honey, about how your apron sat on your waist, about how good you would look in nothing but your apron.

Katsuki shook his head, trying to rid himself of any more thoughts about you, but to no avail, and decided he might stop by for a coffe tomorrow.

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜