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[lavellane]

just thinking abt how this time last year was genuinely the worst period of my entire life, at rock bottom, couldnt imagine life getting better or being worth it etc etc and so forth. and now its october 2024 and its like ok anyways im the happiest ive been in a decade and have had ALL of my immediate problems solved and am doing genuinely good in life.... AND a solavellan resolution in TWELVE days lol

[rennybu]

ok..... the kindly necromancer got to me... Knell would be just as indulgent and whimsical about the necropolis gardens as Emmrich is. soothed by the ritual of maintenance. incredibly endeared by his compassion for the dead. anyway its cute when he's leaning on the desk!!!!

she/her for this Rook <3 and pls no spoilers in tags, i'm very slow at games.

and closeups of their faces.. hi

and a secret ramble about Knell's character... 100% there's some kind of crypt baby spirit tether to the Necropolis going on, but I mean. U have to give a child an earnest chance at a life outside of The Dead Place. So. EARLY childhood like baby to 6yrs old, raised by mourn watchers. Then raised by some adjacent Nevarran foster care system in the city proper. Unfortunately she's agoraphobic (spirit tether anxiety) and transgender (makes the agoraphobia worse) and does terribly in school and struggles to get along with kids in her peer group. puberty is a lightning strike of dread and revulsion and fear so she BEGS to start novice training after giving life outside her absolute best shot from 6-14yrs. Estrogen and warrior training saved her. Has a huge meltdown rock bottom moment after the war of the banners and being told to travel for a while, but then finds that the world is not as hostile a place as she remembered as a child. Knowing herself and her role in the necropolis keeps her anchored, and she's able to adapt her thinking and her skills to a broader philosophy. Still very off putting and awkward to some, but she's incredibly compassionate and always looks for the most direct route through. abhors pettiness. KEEN knowledge of anatomy, fantastic field medic in a pinch, can relocate joints without hesitating, notices when a loved one is concealing an injury. Mr volkarin "I believe there's nothing so attractive as someone who's found themselves" OKAYY OKAY FINE. she wants to gnaw on him. GO MY SCARAB

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Lux's Adventures in Underland

Rating: Mature CW: Self-harm, mild blood Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 This work is available here on AO3

Chapter 8: The Chessboard Battle

Lux dreamed of Garen again. He looked worse, so much worse. The circles under his eyes had darkened. His hair, usually so kept and clean, was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks were gaunt, giving him a ghostly appearance.

He was yelling at someone. A man in a uniform. "Nothing!" he shouted. "An entire month, all the best that London has to offer, and nothing?"

Lux woke then. She did not remember falling asleep. Her fingers dug into the velvety blue duvet, and she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Soon, Garen," she whispered. "I'll be home soon."

Night still reigned above the glass ceiling, and upon reaching for Jinx, Lux found that she was gone. The only memory of her was scrawled in lavender paint on the wall: Battlefield at dawn. Beneath the words stood a display of silver armor, a sword mounted beside it. A vorpal sword.

Lux strapped herself into the armor, marveling at the lightness of it, and took the sword in hand. At the bottom of the castle steps, the white unicorn grazed, also saddled with armor, a diamond pattern covering the reins.

She rode to the tea party, where Caitlyn and Jayce slept in a bed of grass, Vi snoring on Caitlyn's chest. Lux woke them gently, bidding them to rise and follow her. Despite much grumbling, they obeyed.

When all returned to the battlefield, the pawns had already been positioned on both sides, eight each: card soldiers for Jinx's red, and stone soldiers for Lux's white. Jayce the Hare took his position on Lux's side, Viktor the Cat opposing him on Jinx's. Their bodies doubled to take up both bishop's spots on the board. Vi the Dormouse doubled into the knight's position, opposite the Knave of Hearts, Sevika. Finally, Caitlyn the Hatter assumed the rook's position, opposite Ekko the White Owl.

The king's positions, Lux noticed, were taken up by tall stone statues. Hers looked like Vander Lane the ghost-man, while Jinx's was a skinny man with a scarred face, false eye, and a ring of pink paint around his neck. She did not recognize him, but knew implicitly that it was Jinx's other father, Silco.

The rising sun spilled its light over the proceedings, and the battle began.

❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢ ❤︎ ♢

Lux had never cared much for chess. She rather preferred checkers, to be entirely honest, as it was easier to comprehend and strategize. But it became clear that Jinx also had little experience with chess, and thus their dance was underway.

Each sent out pawns first. Jinx moved a knight Sevika into the field, Lux responding with a bishop Viktor. Jinx placed Sevika so that she was diagonal from one of Lux's pawns, and Lux gleefully ordered the soldier to capture her.

Sevika cracked her knuckles as she approached the stone soldier. She hurled a punch at the pawn, who managed to duck just in time and jab her with his rock spear. There was no wound to be seen, but Sevika still hissed in frustration. She feinted right, and as the soldier followed the misdirection, her other fist collided with the stone helm and shattered it. The soldier crumbled to dust, and Lux winced at the thought of any other pieces meeting the same fate.

Lux realized then with some frustration that the chess game was not about rules and strategy, but rather a match of force. Despite her annoyance, she was hardly surprised.

After witnessing the pawn's demise, Lux was far more careful about which pieces she sent out. She was particularly concerned about Vi the Dormouse, but the knight's speed and agility gave her an edge against her much larger adversaries. She crawled up the side of one of Jinx's card soldier pawns, her erratic movements causing him to smash his own face in with a mace.

On and on it went, for what felt like hours. Lux lost one of her Vis to an Ekko, one of her Caitlyns to a Sevika, and three more pawns. Jinx lost both Viktors, one to Caitlyn and one to Vi, as well as two pawns. She scowled as one of her Ekkos fell to a Jayce, gripping her own sword tighter.

Jinx raised her blade and aimed it towards Lux. "Your move," she snarled through gritted teeth. "My queen."

Lux made her choice and steeled herself, knowing what must occur. She stepped forward, taking her spot on the chessboard so that she was directly in Jinx's path as a queen, and waited.

Jinx's eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, she seemed afraid, unsure, but the moment passed and she squared her shoulders.

The queens met at the center, vorpal swords in hand. Jinx lunged first, and Lux parried just in time, knocking the blade away from her shoulder. The attack nearly caused her to lose her balance, so she righted her feet, widened her stance, and lunged back.

The swords snapped and clicked as they exchanged attacks, parries, counterattacks. Lux had never trained in swordplay in the real world, but here, imagination helped to fill in the gaps, guiding her blade. Confidence became her ally, her movements certain as though her body was used to them.

With a scream, Jinx brought her sword down towards Lux's head, who parried, her sword parallel to the ground. Jinx glared at her through the crossed blades, snarling, "You can do better than that, Lux!"

"So can you," she said, shoving the sword away.

They clashed, over and over.

Lux was growing tired. Jinx saw an opening, feinted, then leapt back as Lux lunged. Jinx caught her guard with the tip of her own sword, flicking her wrist and freeing the sword, sending it clattering along the ground. Lux ran for it, but Jinx was faster, and seized both swords, crossing them in front of Lux's neck.

There was a cold, terrible silence, broken only by the two queens panting. Jinx pressed the sword tips down on Lux's shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

On her knees, Lux gazed up at her steadily. She felt no fear, looking into those crazed pink eyes: just acceptance. There was no contesting fate.

"You... lost," said Jinx, surprised. "I win. You have to stay here with me forever. All of you."

"You've won," Lux agreed. She leaned forward, pressing her neck against the blades. Lux grimaced at the pain, the slicing feeling against her skin.

"Stop!" Jinx shrieked, but did not back away. "What are you doing?"

"Do it," Lux said, her eyes never leaving Jinx's. "You won. Claim your prize."

"You can't be hurt," Jinx cried out. "I forbid it!"

"Perhaps my imagination is stronger than yours," and Lux pressed in again, hissing. This time, she felt blood drip down her neck.

"Stop it!"

"Take it," said Lux, unwavering. "It's yours. You already have my heart. Take my head."

"No," Jinx whimpered. "No!"

"It's yours," repeated Lux, and closed her eyes. "I'm yours."

But she did not lose her head. The pressure of the blades disappeared, and she heard the vorpal swords clatter on the checkerboard tile.

"I give up," Jinx choked. "I give up!" She snapped her fingers.

Lux opened her eyes to a door, a red door that opened to an ever twisting spiral.

"There," growled Jinx, gesturing carelessly to the chess piece prisoners. "There! There's the exit, now go!"

Before anyone could react, she fell to her knees in front of Lux, fingers trembling as they hovered near her bloody neck. "What have you done," she said hoarsely, and reached beneath her own armor, tearing fabric from her undershirt. Her hands shook gently as she bound Lux's wounds, the black cloth devouring the red. "Why would you-"

"Jinx," Lux murmured, and cradled her face with a gloved hand. "I'm alright."

Her mournful pink eyes were set on Lux's dressed neck, but her breath came more evenly. "You..."

"I won," Lux whispered, and guided Jinx to her feet. Their focus shifted to the chessboard.

The card and stone soldiers had frozen in place, losing all life as if it had never been in their possession. The prisoners had stepped away from the board, each face a mixture of surprise and concern.

The first to come forward was Viktor the Cat, who floated through the air. Up close, Lux saw that Heimerdinger the Caterpillar was clinging to the fur at the nape of his neck.

Viktor paused beside Jinx. "You know," he mused. "I enjoyed not feeling pain. That part was...nice." He looked woefully to the door. "But I miss my laboratory. And my friend Sky. I miss cold coffee, and ink on my fingers." He studied one of his furry paws. "Eh, come to think of it, I do miss my hands, particularly my thumbs."

"Your majesty," Heimerdinger's tiny voice, barely audible. "... Jinx. I... I'm terribly sorry, my dear. You were... are... the brightest mind I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Viktor grumbled, "Rude."

Heimerdinger ignored him. "If you ever... choose to come back. I will do everything in my power as Dean to give you a place. Somewhere you can belong."

Jinx refused to look at them, but Lux saw her lip quiver.

When a moment had passed with no answer, Viktor and Heimerdinger entered the spiral, and disappeared. Sevika the Knave was next, and had decidedly the least amount of hesitation: "See you around, kid," she said with a two-finger salute, and pulled herself into the spiral.

Jayce the Hare hopped forward, but glanced back at Caitlyn nervously. She encouraged him with a nod, Vi the Dormouse mirroring the action from where she stood on Caitlyn's shoulder. Jayce also stopped beside Jinx, trying to think of something meaningful to say. "Well, your majesty, it's been..." He fretted for a long moment, trying to come up with an all-encompassing adjective, but gave up and said simply, "Well, it's been." And he too leapt into the portal.

Caitlyn the Hatter approached, slowly, as if she were afraid it was a trick. When she was at Jinx's side, she lifted her hand to Vi, letting her step onto her palm. Caitlyn set her on the ground beside Jinx, who still refused to look.

"Your maj- Jinx," said Vi. "Look at me. Please."

"I can't," Jinx whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. "I can't... see you like that. What I did to you."

"Then undo it." It was a gentle command.

Her breath shuddering, Jinx lifted her fingers, and snapped.

Vi the human rose, rolling her shoulders as she got used to her body again. Lux was stunned at the sight of her, the muscled, tattooed arms, the shock of pink hair. She certainly looked the part of a prizefighter.

Vi reached for Jinx slowly. Her hand came to rest on Jinx's shoulder, and while Jinx still wouldn't look at her, she at least didn't shrug away the touch. "I... thank you. Thank you for letting us go." Vi paused, mulling her words. "I really wish you'd come with us, but... I understand, if you're not ready."

Jinx folded her arms and said nothing.

Vi sighed, stepping around to face Jinx, hands on both shoulders now. Only then did Jinx meet her gaze, her eyes wet. "Oh, Pow-Pow," Vi murmured, using a thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I never should've... I wish..." Lost for words, Vi simply pulled her into an embrace. "I love you, Powder," she whimpered into her shoulder.

Jinx held her too, crushing her, body shaking with quiet sobs. "I love you too," she said, barely above a whisper.

They held each other, neither letting go, until finally Vi pulled back, smiling through her tears. "Find me again, okay? When you come back to the real world."

Jinx nodded, sniffling. "Okay."

Meanwhile, Caitlyn had embraced Lux, whispering, "Thank you. For saving us," in her ear.

"I didn't free you," Lux corrected, glancing towards Jinx. Caitlyn responded with a thin-lipped smile, her eyes darting nervously to Lux's dressed neck.

Vi hugged Jinx again, kissed her temple. She stepped back and took Caitlyn's hand. Caitlyn shot Lux one final look of gratitude, nodded curtly at Jinx, and the two entered the portal.

Ekko the White Owl was the last. He pulled Jinx into a hug as well, whispering something to her that Lux could not hear. Whatever it was made Jinx break into a smile, and she punched him playfully on the arm. He looked from Lux to Jinx and back. Then he smirked sadly, and bowed low. "Your majesties." And he fell backwards into the portal.

Jinx stared at the portal long after they had all gone, listless. "Well?" she said. "Aren't you going too?"

"... No."

She whipped around to face Lux. "But... you won. You get to leave."

"I'm not leaving," said Lux, taking her hand. "Not until you're ready."

Jinx's confusion bowed to relief, and she leapt into Lux's arms, crushing their lips together. They held each other tightly, and looked at the portal.

"Not yet," murmured Jinx, trembling. "I'm not-"

"That's okay." Lux kissed her forehead.

"Maybe in a few days..." Her lips quirked into a smile. "And nights."

[tonati143]

Homesick

Dragon age Veilguard; Dragon age Origins Spoilers

angst/comfort, Rook x Lucanis, Warden x Alistair

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

20 years prior

Rook settled himself on the floor, a small stick in his hand as he batted away at a small rock on the floor. He was scrawny, his knees always scraped, his fingers constantly bandaged from too many curious pokes in the wrong places.

He sulked, having been denied joining his older sister once more. His leg laid out on the ground, moving it to the side, the leaves clearing out with every movement. His shoulders hunched; his brows furrowed together, and his lip was pursed into a dramatic pout, wanting everyone to know how clearly, he was upset with this.

"Try this"

His head snapped up to the sound of the familiar voice, his teal eyes wide as his sister sat beside him. The rusted armor clinked awkwardly against the ground, the griffin symbol on the chest piece muddied from lack of care. He blinked, staring down at his hands as she placed a small flower on his palm.

It was small, purple in the shape of a trumpet, a thin little tube at the bottom where it once connected to the stem.

She watched as Rook inspected the gift, reaching over to pluck dry leaves that had tangled themselves into his braids, earning a grumbled complaint from the boy. The sight caused his pout to worsen, scoffing as he raised his hand to her.

"No, I'm not eating no flower"

She scoffed, her lip curling into a grimace as she pushed his hand back to him.

"Just, try it. Trust me, put the stem to your mouth"

"But--"

"Tonat, so help me--"

"Fine!" He yelled back, his voice squeaking slightly from the strain. It echoed in the trees, the birds in the area growing startled and flying in between the trees.

He turned his back to her, his back hunched as he brought the flower close to his chest. He didn't want to see her, didn't want to look at the person who kept denying him his wish. Slowly, he brought the flower to his lips, the small tube pressed against his tongue. His eyes widened for a moment, tasting the sweetness that had come out of the small tube, before forcing his face into a frown.

"It's gross, I hate it" He grumbled, his eyes refusing to meet hers, but he refused to let it go, keeping the flower close, his fingertips pressed against the small tube as he tried to get more of that syrup out.

She chuckled, her tone mixed with both amusement and irritation as she shook her head, running a hand through her dark tangled hair, her small golden wedding band tangling in it for a moment. She looked down at her other hand, carrying a small pile of those same purple flowers. A dramatic sigh left her lips, rolling her head to the side. "Oh well, I suppose I shall give these to Alis--"

"No! I want them!"

Present Day

It felt like deja vu.

The same Rook, the same hunched shoulders, the same pursed lips. But no longer was he a young eight-year-old pouting over not being able to be a grey warden; instead, she saw a grown man, his back hunched over, his mind spinning over something she couldn't begin to understand.

Atzi sat beside him, her head tilting over as she watched him mindlessly whirl the tea in his small, stained cup. she fidgeted for a moment, looking down at a slightly crumpled flower in her hand, before nudging it into his line of sight.

"Want to try it?"

He blinked rapidly at the sight, his lips parting. The action surprised him, forcing him out of his thoughts as he reached for the flower. It felt bittersweet. A small, wrinkled flower, cradled by hands that were once soft, now roughened up by the years of battle and age.

His lips shakily curled into a smile, taking a moment to relish the nectar that the flower released.

And they sat in silence.

What do they talk about? Atzi's calling? What Rook faced in Minrathous? His nightmares?

It was far too long since they saw each other. He had run away; she had started a new life. They didn't know how to be siblings anymore.

"It's...nice here, if you ignore the blight" He smiled shakily as he took in the sight of his old home, quietly appreciating the few trees that were still fighting against the weight of the blight.

"It keeps us busy" Her clouded eyes squinted, the red of the blight barely able to separate from the brown of the trees if she strained her sight enough.

He brought the cup to his lips, holding it close as the warm tea chased away the cold in his chest.

"Dellamorte" She said slowly, straining each syllable in an attempt to get it just right, the name causing his heart to jump in his chest. "He seems nice, we talked a bit last night"

A gentle prod, a quiet attempt. Last night. Last night when he was shaking with nightmares. Last night when Atzi had helped Lucanis guide Rook out of his nightmares. Last night when he had hidden his face against Lucanis' shoulder after waking up, unwilling to answer anyone's questions about what he dreamed of.

His jaw tensed, running a hand through his hair, his blunt nails scraping against his scalp.

"Right, I--" His eyes darted around for a moment, his leg bouncing lightly against the floor. He cleared his throat softly, his lip twitching. "He's amazing"

The silence stretched once more, for a minute, then two, before he finally broke the silence.

"I didn't mean it" He said, his teeth chattering slightly. "What I said back then, I didn't hate you"

She scoffed a soft laugh, letting her gaze rest on her lap. "Of course you didn't, you were a child"

His eyes squinted; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he lost himself in his head. Regret. Or was it remorse? His actions, his lack of actions, misspoken words, words left unsaid. If he had changed any of it, would he be here right now? Would his chest feel as heavy?

His shoulder rolled the longer her gaze remained on him, his pride slowly being whittled down under it.

"You were right, I wasn't fit to be a warden" Her brows shot up as he spoke, but he continued before she could possibly answer. "I... was a terrible leader. I-- am a terrible leader, if someone else had just taken over-- If I had just stayed with our clan--"

"Then we would probably be destroyed by our own gods" She replied quietly, her hand resting against his forearm. "Tonat, I-I know this-- this was unavoidable. You were fighting a war--"

His lip curled; his throat tight as he turned his head to the side. "But-I had just been better. I just-- I don't even know what to think anymore."

She looked down, her lips pursed as she swallowed down the bitterness of the reality between them. So much for a happy reunion. "Did I ever tell you what happened to the grey wardens?"

He shook his head slowly, his knuckles white from its tight grip on his cup.

"On my first day, every single grey warden in Ostagar was killed, every single one, except for me and Alistair." She breathed out, her breath forming soft clouds in the cold air. "We were ostracized, practically had to fight Ferelden just to save it and then we lost it anyway when our own gods came back. None of that came without sacrifice, none of that came without loss"

"It doesn't hurt any less" He spoke quietly, his sharp ears tilting downward.

"Youre right. But what can we do?" She rested her hand against his forearm before moving it against his shoulder. "We can't save our friends anymore, Tonat, all we can do is protect those we have left. We protect our friends, we protect our annoying younger siblings that demand to be just like us. But we learn to take care of those left. That blood is not on your hands, this isn't on you."

A hand dragged down his face as he huffed out a sigh, his heart not feeling any lighter.

This isn't on him. He could reasonably agree with that. For weeks his anger consumed him, weeks of directing his anger to Solas, weeks of directing it to his gods. But his chest still felt raw, twisting with the guilt dragging him down every time he closed his eyes. His heart couldn't listen to reason, not when it was so busy pointing the finger at himself.

A squeeze of his shoulder woke him from his thoughts once more.

"Give yourself time, give yourself grace, Tonat. I could never understand what you're going through, not me, not Lucanis. Let yourself grieve, but do not let it drown you."

Her voice scraped, strained as she spoke through a new wave of ringing against her ear, fighting the urge to try and shake her head to shake it away.

"You did something good, one day you will learn to let yourself celebrate that"

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(Pretty much finalized at this point)

1.) Submissions are still open if you want to submit propaganda or a character.

2.) If you submitted a character and they are not here or on the rejected character list then it was probably an issue on our end, feel free to send us an ask about it.

3.) If you’re like, hey these are technically the same character, why are they in twice, it’s because we think it’s funny.

4.) Submissions for our sanity will probably close in like a week, we’ll see what the vibe is in a bit.

5.) There are some characters that we are still looking for propaganda for, they will be at the very bottom of the list under the cut. Additionally, we reserve the right to not use some propaganda submitted.

6.) Currently, 78/181 image descriptions are written. What this means for when the showdown will actually start? I don’t know, it’s just gonna be a while.

Superheroes:

Sun Spider / Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Webber - Spider-Man Media

Larry Trainor - Doom Patrol

Crazy Jane / Kay Challis - Doom Patrol

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes - Marvel

Joseph Wilson / Jericho - DC

Hartley Rathaway / Pied Piper - DC

Wade Wilson / Deadpool - Deadpool

Charles Xavier / Professor X - X-Men

Matt Murdock / Daredevil - Marvel Comics

Star Wars/Trek:

Julian Bashir - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Luke Skywalker - Star Wars

Geordi La Forge - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Data - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Elim Garak - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Schnn T’gai Spock - Star Trek

Seven of Nine - Star Trek Discovery

T’Pol - Star Trek Enterpise

Keyla Detmer - Star Trek Discovery

Chirrut Îmwe - Rogue One

Darth Maul - Star Wars

Anime/Manga:

Kurogane - Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Homura Akemi - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Tougou Mimori - Yuuki Yunna is a Hero

Suletta Mercury - Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Qifrey - Witch Hat Atelier

Johnny Joestar - Steel Ball Run (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock!

Yuko ‘Isako’ Amasawa - Dennou Coil

Nodoka Hanadera / Cure Grace - Healin’ Good Precure

Crona - Soul Eater

Katsuki Yuuri - Yuri!!! On Ice

Yukari Kotozume / Cure Macaron - Kira Kira Precure a la Mode

Yoite - Nabari no Ou

Tokito Minoru - Wild Adapter

Non-English Language Media:

Rose Lavillant - Miraculous Ladybug

Heart - Moonlight Chicken

Leonardo - The Way He Looks

Xiao Xingchen - The Untamed

Wen Kexing - Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu - Word of Honor

Zhou Zishu - Faraway Wanderers

Lan Wangji - The Untamed

Even - SKAM

Wei Wuxian - The Untamed

Chu Sangwoo - Semantic Error

Wen Kexing - Word of Honor

Hua Cheng - Heaven Official’s Blessing

Eliott Demaury - SKAM France

Cui Buqu - Peerless / Wushuang

Fu Shen - Golden Terrace / Huang Jin Tai

Yan Xiaohan - Golden Terrace / Huang Jin Tai

Xue Xian - Copper Coins / Tong Qian Kan Shi

Animated/TV Shows:

General Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Ballister Boldheart - Nimona

Yang Xiao Long - RWBY

Eda Clawthorne - The Owl House

Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Quinni Gallagher-Jones - Heartbreak High

Korra - Avatar: The Legend of Korra

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe

Norma Khan - Dead End: Paranormal Park

Ian Gallagher - Shameless

Entrapta - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Viktor - Arcane

Runaan - The Dragon Prince

Hiccup Haddock - How To Train Your Dragon

Robin Buckley - Stranger Things

Takashi ‘Shiro’ Shirogane - Voltron: Legendary Defender

Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Alex Manes - Roswell, New Mexico

Hunter - The Owl House

Felix - Heartstopper

Coach Ben Scott - Yellowjackets

Red Action - OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Lucius Spriggs - Our Flag Means Death

Prince Wilhelm - Young Royals

Lilith Clawthorne - The Owl House

Sameen Shaw - Person of Interest

Gobber - How To Train Your Dragon

Frankie Stein - Monster High

Lord Boxman - OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Books:

Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows

Kessa - Rooks and Ruin

Kaz Brekker - Six of Crows

Renarin Kholin - The Stormlight Archive

Asta Headstrom - The Reckless Kind

Alexander Claremont-Diaz - Red, White & Royal Blue

Zofia Boguska - The Gilded Wolves

Tiberius ‘Ty’ Blackthorn - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Anna Tromedlov - Hench by Natalie Zina

Havelock Vetinari - Discworld

Harrowhawk Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb Series

Ling Chan - The Diviners Series

Shallan Davar - The Stormlight Archive

Niclays Roos - Priory of the Orange Tree (Roots of Chaos)

Wayne Terrisborn - Mistborn

Wu Zetian - Iron Widow

Spira - Tess of the Road

Artemisia of Naimes - Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

Tunuva Melim - A Day of Fallen Night (Roots of Chaos)

Sabran IX Berethnet - Priory of the Orange Tree

Simon Snow - Carry On

Neil Josten - All for the Game

Baru Cormorant - The Masquerade Series

Percy Newton - The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

Adam Parrish - The Raven Cycle

Queen Shulamit - The Second Mango by Shiro Glassman

Amara - Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis

Ianthe Tridentarius - The Locked Tomb Series

Mille Roper - The Arcadia Project Series

Nico di Angelo - Percy Jackson

Jem Carstairs / Ke Jian Ming - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Frodo Baggins - Lord of the Rings

Jesper Fahey - Six of Crows

Val Palafox - Venom and Vow

Joly - Les Misérables

Baz Pitch - Carry On

Hearthstone - Magnus Chase

Jack Zimmerman - Check Please!

Dezi - The Sunbearer Trials

Nova Huang - Mooncakes

Jack Wolcott - Wayward Children

Charlie Spring - Heartstopper

Ambrosius Goldenloin - Nimona

Andrew Minyard - All for the Game

Eduoar Corabelli II (Ed) - The Reader Trilogy / Sea of Ink and Gold

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci - I Was Born for This

Kate Rose - Cosmoknights

Erik - The Tea Dragon Society

Elphaba Tropp - Wicked

Ballister Blackheart - Nimona

Video Games:

Floofty Fizzlebean - Bugsnax

Snorpy Fizzlebean - Bugsnax

Olivia - Fear and Hunger 2: Termina

Saki Tenma - Project Sekai

Daan - Fear and Hunger

Scavenger - Arknights

Snake - Zero Escape

Patchouli Knowledge - Touhou Project

Riku - Kingdom Hearts

Link - Legend of Zelda

Kuruto Ryuki - AI: The Somnium Files

Loam Arnault - Entropic Float

Ignis Scientia - Final Fantasy XV

Billie Lurk - Dishonered

Shane - Stardew Valley

Chicory - Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Gaige - Borderlands

Eichi Tenshouin - Ensemble Stars!!

Patricia Tannis - Borderlands Series

Alistair Hammerlock - Borderlands

Kin Kitsuragi - Disco Elysium

Harry du Bois - Disco Elysium

Blade - Honkai Star Rail

Other Media:

Lenore Vandernacht - Nevermore on Webtoon

Ashton Greymoore - Critical Role

Kale Romarin - Leif & Thorn

Melanie King - The Magnus Archives

Tedd Verres - El Goonish Shive

Valerie Day - Paranatural

Ayda Aguefort - Dimension 20

Jace Beleren - Magic: The Gathering

Will Kenrith - Magic: The Gathering

Arthur Lester - Malevolent

Hebe Harrison - Doctor Who

Hermann Gottlieb - Pacific Rim

Isabella Peretti - ValorPUNK

Sydney October Sargent - Camp Here and There

Zolf Smith - Rusty Quill podcast

Rudyard Funn - Wooden Overcoats

Merle Highchurch - The Adventure Zone: Balance

Jedidiah A.A. Martin - Camp Here and There

Jonathan Sims - The Magnus Archives

Juno Steel - The Penumbra Podcast

Buddy Aurinko - The Penumbra Podcast

Vespa Ilkay - The Penumbra Podcast

Princess Sapphia of Mytilene - High Class Homos

Ricky Potts - Ride the Cyclone

Characters we’d really like propaganda for:

Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Prince Wilhelm - Young Royals

Ambrosius Goldenloin - Nimona (book not movie)

Hermann Gottlieb - Pacific Rim

Andrew Minyard - All for the Game

Katsuki Yuuri - Yuri!!! On Ice

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci - I Was Born for This

Ballister Blackheart - Nimona (book not movie)

Vash the Stampede - Trigun (We’ve seen decent evidence for this character qualifying but without a submission we won’t include him)

[redsthebeststick]

Patching each other up<3

(just another thing i put on watpad I'll be doing this more often lol)

Yellow x Blue

Yellow and Blue had just been in a huge fight with the mobs in the nether, and Blue had sustained a huge cut in his leg.

"Oh fuck!" Yellow said to himself as he saw Blue in the distance leaning against the wall blood spilling out of his leg. Yellow jumped onto a ghast and onto the ledge that Blue was on, rushing over to him.

"Shit what happened!" Yellow asked as he sat Blue down against the nether brick wall.

Blaze." Blue said wincing as Yellow liked at his leg.

Yellow took out the bandages and splint he had in his bag and wrapped it around Blue's leg. Yellow took a syringe and a medicine bottle out of the bag and filled the syringe up with the liquid inside the bottle. He hovered it over the wound and looked at Blue.

"This is going to sting quite a lot." 

"It's alright I'll be-HM!!" Blue said, being cut off by the excruciating pain that ran through his leg.

"Told you." yellow said, smiling at Blue.

Blue rolled his eyes and smiled at Yellow.

Once Blue was all bandaged up, Yellow helped him up and put his arm round his shoulder for support.

"Come on, let's get back to the nether portal." Yellow said.

They both walked for a bit and Blue turned his head to Yellow.

"Thanks...." He said.

"For what?"

"Bandaging me up I guess..." Blue said.

The both looked at each other. Suddenly, Yellow kissed Blue on the cheek and blushed a bright Red, looking away.

Blue also went a similar colour and said, "What was that for?"

"I dunno, now don't make it weird." Yellow said, smiling at Blue and walking on with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Red x SC

They had just been in a big battle with the mobs of the nether and had got back home, both of them seeming fine. However, when they got back, Red held onto a nearby chair, her eyes darting around the room.

"You ok?" SC asked, noticing this.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little dizzy..." She replied, but as she said this, she fell to the floor.

"Red!" SC exclaimed, kneeling down beside her.

SC couldn't see any injury at first, but when he looked at back of Red's hoodie, he saw it was stained red.

"Fuck!" He said, grabbing the bandages laying beside him.

Red's breathing increased rapidly as more blood spilled out of the wound on her back.

Red realized what SC was doing and let him take her hoodie off, bandaging the cut on her back. When he finally stopped the bleeding and started tending to the other wounds that he now realized she had, like the small cuts on her hands and head.

"How did you get that cut? You've got so many burns on your arms as well..." SC asked whilst he dabbed a cold cloth on the cuts and burns.

"The blazes were being really annoying, and I think I got that cut from piglin. I didn't really feel it though." Red replied, wincing.

"Alright, you're all done." Said SC, pulling away from her.

"Thanks." Said Red smiling at SC as she out her hoodie back on.

"You sure you're ok now?" SC asked worriedly.

"I promise I am, what about you?" Red said, looking at the small cuts on his arms.

"Yeah, they'll heal in their own. What do you wanna do now?" 

"Rest. I'm exhausted." Red said, going into the living room and laying down in the sofa.

SC smiled and sat down beside Red and putting his arm round her shoulder, letting her head rest on him.

"Don't scare me like that again, promise?" SC said, looking at Red.

"Promise." She said, smiling and kissing him lightly of the lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Green x Purple 

They ran out of the fortress and to a small shelter hollowed out in the red rocks of the nether, and Purple groaned in pain as he felt his arm.

"What's wrong!?" Said Green worriedly.

"My arm...I can't move it..." Purple said.

Green rook his arm and felt it gently.

"I don't have much medical experience but it's definitely broken.." Said Green, looking around for some material to use as a sling.

Eventually after not finding anything she just ripped off a the bottom part of her leggings and used it as a sling for Purple.

"Aren't those you're favorite leggings?" Purple said as she put Purple's arm in the sling.

"Yeah, but they're already fucked up from all the burns and besides, I'd rather help you."

"Are you sure? I-" Purple said as Green finished wrapping Purple's arm up.

"Purple! I'd choose you over any fucking thing that I own or know, ok? So stop saying that." Green blurted out, her heart spilling out into her words.

Purple looked shocked and said, "Really?"

"Yeah of course..." Green said quietly.

"I feel the same way..." Purple said, putting his hand on Green's and smiling at her. Green smiled back and they stayed there for a while, talking with each other.

[ryuichirou]

Do you not headcanon any character as a switch ? Not at all shamey btw, I'm just curious, I totally get the "I see that guy more as a top/bottom", but I was just wondering if there really wasn't anyone that gave off switch vibes for you, even if you wouldn't necesserily seek out or create this type of content. Like "though I like seeing him more as a bottom/top, I could totes see him switching it up from time to time" ?

For me for example, I rly like switch Lilia and switch Rook. Again, just curious, anyone can have their preferences !! Y'all rock <3

Anon, it’s just that we’re really not into that idea and never look at characters this way. Not that I diss you in any way, obv not, I’m glad you’re having fun and I understand you mean this question in the nicest way possible. In my replies I usually try to phrase it as politely as I can, but to put it plainly, we strongly dislike switching in ships. So with our approach, the thought just never occurs to us, even just in theory, we simply don’t think about it.

If it might help, we have a post about how we decide which character tops or bottoms. Once again, it’s a matter of personal taste and preference, and to us it works this way. It’s not really an answer to your question, but maybe it can help to explain our approach to it.

Thank you very much for understanding! And for enjoying our stuff too.

[masonscig]

Hiiii 3, 9, 25 and 26 for the Wahaven ask please? 😇

HI SOSO <3 TYSM FOR THE ASK !!!! <3333

3. do they have any piercings/ tattoos/scars?

sofía just has her ears pierced! she's happy enough with those piercings – when she was younger she wanted a lot more piercings but as she's grown up she's comfortable with just one set hehe

as for tattoos... in the book 3 rewrite im planning i wrote down that she gets a small easy to hide tattoo (her first) to get out of the blood drive (it was either that or admitting to her coworkers that she's sexually active and she would rather die than do that) – and in another oc ship i've written that she got a little tattoo on her butt/hip area so i think in the wayhaven verse there's something there! probably something plain like a heart outlined in red :) (or in her oc ship's case... a candy heart that says "bite me" w fangs)

and scars – her weight's fluctuated her whole life (chubby kid, skinny adolescent, put on weight in her early 20's, lost it again) so she has quite a few stretch marks! she was v insecure ab them for a while but mason thinks her tiger stripes are sexy :) (they're concentrated on her thighs, stomach, and boobs – huge part of why her clothing combo of choice is pants + turtleneck) i actually wrote a lil drabble for waysum where i mention some of this (cw for body image issues)

ALSO NECK SCAR FROM MURPHY. LMAO HOW COULD I FORGET !!!!!!!!!

9. what is their relationship with their mother like?

not great that's for sure! LMAO yeah by book 2 she slowly climbed to a nearly 30% stat w rebecca but then went back down during book 3 DKMKMFDKMDF rebecca makes her feel inferior and hasn't done anything that makes sofía want to open herself up to rebecca again. also her very idealized version of rook is infinitely better than rebecca could ever be in her mind

25. how do they handle the reveal of the supernatural?

very calmly and coolly MKDKDMKDM even though she's an anxious person who's definitely afraid for her life since ub came to town, she's also very rational so.. i think she compartmentalizes in order to avoid her fear LMAO pushes down her stress and anxiety instead of facing it so. she is very accepting bc otherwise she'd be at rock bottom (yes this is unhealthy KMDFMKDM)

26. if given the choice, would they become a vampire?

answered here! :)

twc ask game

[lulu2992]

I’ve mostly talked about what I didn’t like in the Vaas DLC but the truth is that the game has many other qualities, so here is:

Everything great about Insanity

The world

Sharks swimming in the sky, red water, a Citra-shaped mountain, blood-covered arms coming out of the ground, floating rocks and pirates, huge red moon… Vaas’ mind is strange and scary but, in a way, it’s also beautiful. His compound and Dr. Earnhardt’s house, although not perfectly identical to their “real” counterparts, were reproduced with great fidelity. They honestly did an awesome job with this dreamlike place. It’s reminiscent enough of the Rook Islands to feel very familiar, but it’s also adequately different and surreal.

As for the soundtrack, they reused music from Far Cry 3 and added new compositions. The whole is coherent and I don’t have much to say about it except that it’s good!

The references to Far Cry 3 (and others)

One of the first things we see in the DLC is Vaas’ death but from his point of view instead of Jason’s. There are a few differences between the original scene and this one but I had to watch them side by side to realize they were not identical so they really did a good job recreating it.

Just like in Far Cry 3, there is a Rorschach-like background when you open the menu and, when new missions pop up on your screen, you see the “butterfly-guns” symbol. It’s a simple but great idea to bring those visuals back from the original game. There also are TV screens everywhere like in the mission “Payback”.

The two best missions in Insanity, in my opinion, are the Mindfucks. In “The Balancing Point”, Vaas visits Dr. Earnhardt’s residence. The mansion is on the water and, under the surface, there is a mirrored version of it. Symmetry was used a lot in Far Cry 3 so I thought it was a very good idea. The only way to get inside the house is to find the underwater entrance. The cave in the mission “Mushrooms in the Deep” in the original game also had an underwater entrance. In the greenhouse, mushrooms float and explode like they did in Jason’s hallucination and we see the doctor’s three kinds of pills: red, yellow, and purple.

In the other Mindfuck, “Checking Out”, Vaas has to jump into a cenote dubbed “The Rabbit Hole”, a reference to Alice in Wonderland. Just like in the mission “Warrior Rescue Service” in Far Cry 3, there are dead bodies tied to cinder blocks at the bottom of the cenote and the exit is behind a waterfall. The building in the distance is the Island Port Hotel, the hotel on the Rook Islands. When you try to approach it, it moves away exactly like the greenhouse in Jason’s hallucination in “Mushrooms in the Deep”. The scene, because it starts with a fall and takes place underwater, is also reminiscent of the hallucination Jason has after meeting Citra in Far Cry 3, the one in which he follows Willis, “the man in white” (so the White Rabbit) and sees the Silver Dragon for the first time. Vaas comments that the interior of the hotel looks like the game P.T. and, even though it only came out in 2014, so two years after his death, it’s a fun reference and a nod to the definition of insanity (the words “over and over again” are written on the walls).

In the DLC, we can also find the Medusa, the beached ship from Far Cry 3 and, if you come across upside-down buckets, you’ll hear people talk as if they’re buried up to their neck under them; a reference to The Far Cry Experience.

The first time Vaas receives cash after murdering an enemy, he says, “Ah, money for killing? You sick fucks”. Among other things, Far Cry 3 was a commentary on violence in video games and how players are rewarded for it, so Vaas’ comment is yet another pertinent allusion to the original game and its symbolism (and it’s not his only meta-comment in Insanity).

And of course, in the post-credits scene, Vaas monologues with a tennis ball like Michael Mando did when they recorded the “insanity speech”.

Citra’s influence on Vaas

I’ve made it clear that I didn’t like that Vaas was in love with his sister in the DLC because I don’t think it’s accurate. However, what is accurate is that, way before he met Hoyt and became addicted to drugs, it was indeed Citra who negatively impacted Vaas and his mental health. In the original game, she says he left the Rakyat because he met Hoyt, but the truth is that he ran away from her (because he “didn’t want to be a part of her crazy ritual”, to quote Far Cry 3’s lead writer). She did make him “walk the Path”, ask him to kill people, use him, and he fled because their relationship had become toxic and incestuous (although not exactly like what we saw in the DLC). She was the one who broke him, and Insanity got that perfectly right.

Vaas himself

We already knew Vaas was very dear to Michael Mando’s heart and, in the DLC, his love for the character is palpable. He has funny one-liners, deep monologues, and we finally get to really see the “innocent” side of him. Insanity is essentially a conversation between Vaas and himself so he doesn’t need to pretend, act tough, or put on a show of confidence. Vaas is different in Insanity but I don’t think he’s out of character. He has always been vulnerable, self-destructive, and frequently overwhelmed by negative thoughts drugs were never enough to completely smother. To me, even though I think his backstory is partly inaccurate, it just felt like I finally got to see the man I always knew he was, deep down. And despite the fact that the post-credits scene retcons Far Cry 3, to see him finally at peace with his past and with himself was everything.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 8

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use

Word Count: 5,139

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

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“Do you have everything we need?” Colson asked as he walked off stage in Japan after his last of four shows in the country.

“It’s all waiting in the car.” You said with a nod as you popped the locks on Gage’s stroller and turned it toward the exit door. “We gotta hurry.”

“I’m there. I’m there.” He said as he ripped off the battery pack to his headphones and tossed them on top of a speaker on his way out the door.

“Here.” Ashleigh said as she ran up with a small bag that had a change of clothes, a package of body wipes that had decent reviews on Amazon, and his wallet, passport, and cellphone. “Flight leaves in three hours and it’s still on time.”

“Where’s Sawyer?” You asked as you paused at the back door and turned around to look for her.

“I’m here!” She yelled as she came running from the bathroom while fixing her belt as she went. “We’re good.” She said with a nod as she pushed open the back door and stepped out of the way for you.

“Lawyer will be waiting for you at the airport in NC to go over your case.” Ashleigh continued as she followed you out to the waiting car. “I put all the paperwork you need in the diaper bag.”

“And our clothes?”

“I’ve got them in the back.” You said as you stopped at the back door of the SUV and pulled your sleeping son in his carseat off the stroller.

“Here, you don’t need to be lifting that shit.” Colson said as he took the carseat out of your hands and climbed into the back seat with it while Sawyer folded up the stroller and pushed it to the back with your bags.

“Good luck, guys.” Baze said as he stopped at the door and helped you and your slightly significant, 10 week along bump into the car. “We’ll see you in the UK.”

“Don’t kill anyone.” Slim laughed as he shot you a look. “And take care of our babies.”

“As opposed to what, leaving them on the tarmac?” You teased as you buckled in the carseat.

“You got this.” Rook said before kissing his girlfriend goodbye for a few days. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, they gotta go.” Ash said as she pushed everyone back a couple steps to close the doors. You all said your goodbyes, and settled back into the seats for a moment as the driver pulled away from the venue and headed toward the airport.

“OK, check the paperwork again.” Colson said as he pulled open his bag and grabbed the body wipes to get the post concert sweat off his body without a shower.

“It’s all there.” Sawyer said as you turned in your spot and grabbed the diaper bag from the back. “And I threw copies in my bag as well. We’re gunna be…”

“Don’t say we’re gunna be fine.” You snapped as you looked up at her through your lashes as you previously calmer self completely unraveled. “Fuck, can everyone just stop saying that shit. I could lose my fucking son tomorrow and I could be signing my second child straight to my mother’s arms in the same fucking swing. Nothing’s fucking fine, here.”

“OK.” Sawyer said softly, not taking offense to your anger in that moment as you pulled out the paperwork and the outline you had meticulously written out for yourself to go over them again.

“Where are we starting?” Colson asked as he wiped his arms down roughly, to keep himself from shaking with the nervousness you had both felt for the past three weeks since you got the custody papers.

“The DCF case.” You said as you pulled the list free of the paperclip and set it on Gage’s lap between you and Colson. “I have the case notes from the investigator and our social worker and the screened out letter and copies of all of it.”

“Our social worker’s number is on there, right?” Kels asked as he pulled off his jeans and set them aside to ‘wash’ from his hips down.

“I have a copy of her card stapled to both copies of the case notes.” You said as you checked both copies to triple check that the cards were still there.

“Medical’s next?” Colson asked as he glanced at the back of Sawyer’s head to make sure her attention was elsewhere before stripping off his dirty boxers and grabbing clean ones.

“Birth certificate…” You started with a sigh as you moved the DCF paperwork to the bottom of the pile for the next group. “NICU records, hospital records, Cali pediatrician records, North Carolina pediatrician record and notes, Cali number two pediatrician records. Check, check, check, and check.”

“And the records for the new baby?”

“Got those too if the judge needs them.”

“OK.” Colson sighed with a nod as he pulled on his clean shirt and used another one of the wipes to try and get the sweat out of his hair and off his flushed face. “What’s next?”

“Next is Sawyer and her records. Then the video files, and after that is your tour schedules for last and this year, the tour photos, and the receipts for the house and the bus baby proofing.” You looked over at the father of your children as he sighed and let his hands fall into his lap.

“Fuck, man… please don’t take my fucking kids.” A sob caught in your throat and you looked out the window as he reached across to hold your hand on Gage’s stomach. You couldn’t say anything to comfort him, same as there was nothing more he could say to comfort you, and Sawyer simply stayed silent in the seat in front of you. Colson smoked a quick joint, making sure to blow his smoke out the window for you and Gage, and chain smoked two cigarettes in the few minutes it took Sawyer to check herself, you, and Kels in to your flight. With the carseat in one hand and the other on your back, he lead you through the airport behind his body guard, through security, and to the plane.

“I won’t get on another plane without him.” Colson said after nearly an hour of silence as he sat down in his first class seat with Gage in his arms. You looked over at him through stress related exhausted eyes as he brushed his thumb across his son’s cheek. “I’ll cancel the fucking tour, I’ll even fucking catch a charge for murder and live in a third world country with you for the rest of my Goddamn life. But I will not lose my family again. I won’t fucking make it.” You nodded with tears in your eyes as he looked up at you with a shake of his head.

“I’m with you.” You whispered as you put your hand on his knee with a nod. “Even if we have to Bonnie and Clyde the fuck out of this situation, I’m with you.”

“I love you.” He whispered as he shifted in his seat so you could lay your head down on his shoulder to cry yourself to sleep.

“I love you, too.”

——

“Hey, stay with me.” Colson said softly as he reached over and gently pushed on your jaw with his fingers so you would focus on him and not your mother at the next table as you waited for the judge. “Right here, baby girl.”

“I wanna just jump over this fucking table.” You growled under your breath as you held Gage on your lap as he bounced up and down on your slack covered thighs.

“And we’re not doing that because of the kids, right?” He clarified as he moved to purposely catch your eye as he himself fought his own urge to strangle your mother. You both startled the slightest bit when the bailiff told everyone to stand up, and you took a deep breath as you got to your feet for a moment.

“Be seated.” Judge Kevin Bosch said as he took a seat behind the raised bench in the corner of the small room. “We’re here today for a grandparent custodial claim?” He clarified as he looked at the court documentation your mother had submitted. 

“Yes sir.” Her lawyer, whose name you didn’t catch, said with a nod as he organized his papers at his table. “We have documentation proving that Mr. Colson Baker, aka Machine Gun Kelly, aka Kels, aka MGK and Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have severely neglected their son, Gage Michael Baker since they have left North Carolina and the safe environment my client had offered the child.”

“What evidence?” Judge Bosch asked as he looked up from the file on his desk when Gage started to ask for his juice. Sawyer, who was there to be a witness for you, jumped to her feet behind you and carefully took Gage from over the partition with a smile so that he wouldn’t disrupt the trial.

“She is their nanny, sir.” Your lawyer, Ally clarified for the judge with a smile as she sat almost perfectly still, biding her time until it was her turn to speak because she knew with all of your paperwork there was no way she was losing. The judge nodded his head and took the evidence your mother had brought with her.

“What am I looking at?” He asked as he looked away from Sawyer and Gage as they slipped out the door and down at the photos in his hand.

“Those are the living conditions of my daughter’s apartment.” Your mom said as she sat up a little more in her chair for her turn on the soap box. “Theres a few photos of a bruise on my grandson’s thigh from his father… who he lives with now. And there are a few photos that I had to find on the internet because she refused to let me see my grandson to check on his well being and instead, took him to rock show in the middle of a heat wave where there were drugs and drinking present. You can see my grandson’s father smoking marijuana in most of those photos and doing who knows what other drugs near my grandson. They are not fit parents, your honor.”

“If I may, your honor.” Ally said as she picked up your stack of paperwork. “The apartment that Mrs. (Y/L/N) is referring to is an apartment that my clients have not lived in in four years. I do, however have photographs from an unannounced DCF visit and from the professional company that installed their baby proofing in the house my clients and their son live in now. As far as the bruise Mrs. (Y/L/N) is referring to, I again, have documentation from a pediatrician here in North Carolina and a cell phone video that showed the incident happening. 

Mr. Baker was holding his son in the hotel room they had been staying in as my clients were working out some personal issues. Mr. Baker was dancing with his son and turned a little too sharply and Gage’s leg hit the edge of the bathroom door. Ms. (Y/L/N) and Mr. Baker immediately took their child to his doctor because they were both scared something bigger had happened besides just the simple bruise the child received, which wasn’t the case. We have the rest of the child’s medical records here as well for you to peruse if you so choose showing that there is no other incidents or any indication of physical abuse and that my clients have made and kept every appointment to date with their son’s pediatrician.”

“Let me see those.” Judge Bosch said as he set your moms photos to the side and held his hand out for your paperwork. Ally nodded and picked up the top two and the bottom sections of paper clipped papers to hand to the bailiff.

“The tour…” Colson tried to say but Ally shushed him softly and tapped his arm.

“Just wait.” She whispered as she pat his arm briefly. He nodded his head as you reached out and grabbed his hand when the judge started flipping quickly through your paperwork. Ally waited until he made it to the last packet before continuing. “Now, as far as Mrs. (Y/L/N)’s last point, along with the photos of the work my clients have done on their house, they have also done the same work on Mr. Bakers tour bus.”

“How often do you go on tour, Mr. Baker?” The judge asked as he looked up at Colson.

“It varies… sir.” He said as he sat up impossibly straighter beside you. “I… we actually flew here from Japan where I am on tour right now. Tours last between two and three months… I have a schedule…”

“He goes on tour once maybe twice a year.” You said for him as solidly as you could. “In between tours, occasionally, he makes an appearance at a music festival and he also sponsors his own festival in Ohio. That festival is where I assume the photos my mother found are from. But I also have photos from that weekend that I had put up on my personal Instagram account.” Judge Bosch nodded and held his hand up for the photos, which you and Colson scrambled to grab, along with the tour schedules, copies of all the checks you wrote to Sawyer for watching Gage for you so that there was a paper trail, and the USB drive you had of nearly every home video you had on your and Colson’s phones that involved your son. 

“Our son was never in harms way at that festival.” You continued as you reached for Colson’s hand under the table because you had nothing else left for your case. “Cols… Mr. Baker and I made sure that he had sunscreen applied every hour and a half like the bottle said. We made sure he had fans on him at all times if he wasn’t playing in the RV, he was given juice and water mixed so that he wouldn’t get dehydrated, when I had him in the carrier so that we could see C… Mr. Baker preform, he had noise canceling headphones on the entire time so his hearing wasn’t affected at all…”

“And we have had his hearing checked twice since we got back just to make sure and so we’d know for future shows.” Colson said as he held on to your hand as tightly as you were holding his. “Sir, we are not bad parents. Sure, we have tattoos, and we don’t work your typical nine to five gig. Yes, she used to model for Penthouse and I have a recording studio in my house that I sometimes spend a little too much time in… but Gage isn’t in any danger with us. In fact, that kid is probably safer with our crazy, over protective asses than he would be with anyone else…”

“Please watch your language, Mr. Baker.” The judge said as he set down all the papers and looked up at the two of you. Colson nodded his head and you sat forward as a single tear spilled over on your cheek.

“Sir, please. Please don’t take our son away from us. I am not the horrible mother my own mother is trying to make me out to be, and Colson is not an abusive father either. Our only fault here is we smoke a little weed after Gage goes to bed or when we know someone else is with him that can be more responsible than we can be for a few hours since it’s legal in California. But sir, we have both fought through a lot of personal shhhhh… stuff to make sure that he is a safe, healthy, loved little boy. Please… just watch the videos. Watch them and then tell me that we have not done everything we can to be the best parents we can be. Please…”

“We’re gunna take a short recess.” The judge said as he collected all of the documents you had brought him. “I have a lot to look over.” You bobbed your head in agreement and only made it part of the way out of your chair when the judge exited, before you simply collapsed back down in your chair.

“I can’t fucking do this.” You sighed, before your head whipped up at your favorite ‘Mama’ in the entire world. You forced a smile on your face and stood up as Sawyer walked down the far side of the benches in the back of the room with Gage on her hip.

“Hey baby boy.” You cooed as you took him from your friend and sat back down in your chair. “Did you have your juice? And did you get it all over your nice shirt?” You laughed as you turned your son around to face his dad. “This is all you.”

“Oh, that is so not all me.” Colson huffed as he held on to Gage’s hands so he could walk down your thighs and onto his. “Have you ever seen you eat ice cream in bed?”

“We watched the ducks.” Sawyer said with a giggle as you scowled at your boyfriend. “And we had juice and one of the ladies at the desk gave us a package of those cheese crackers he loves.”

“You mean the ones you love that you give my son so you can eat them?” You teased as you sat back in your chair and folded your hands on your bump.

“Yea, those ones.” You nodded your head slowly and slowly rocked yourself back and forth, while trying to force yourself not to look over at your mother. 

“Can I ask how it went?”

“It went.” Colson sighed as he stood up to grab a book from the diaper bag beside your friend to pass the time. 

“We gave him everything we had, shy of getting on our knees to suck his cock.” You said as you looked over at her. “And now all I can think about is what more we could have done.”

“You can’t think like that.” Ally said as she scooted her chair back and turned toward you. “We have a very strong case here. You and your lawyer did a very good job of setting it up.”

“Yea, but we’re tattooed parents that travel the world and take our clothes off for a living.” Colson said as he flipped the page so Gage could keep ‘reading’ to the pair of you.

“And that doesn’t make you bad parents.” Ally replied. “Especially with what I have seen the last couple days going over everything you sent me.”

“Guess we’ll wait and see.” You sighed as you propped your head up on your fist and moved your eyes to your son’s cherub face until they told you that you wouldn’t be able to look anymore.

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No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your legs to move to bring yourself vertical. The only thing you could do was shake your head and cry, like you had been doing for nearly thirty minutes since you saw a man from the North Carolina DCF walk into the back of the court room to sit and wait.

“Be seated.” Judge Bosch said as he sat down with the stacks of papers you and your mom had given him in one hand and the USB stick in the other. “Give that back to them.” You looked up for a moment at the bailiff as he returned your flash drive while the judge looked at Gage, who was contently eating goldfish one at a time at a nearly glacial pace because he was distracted by ‘Word World’ on your old iPad to keep him calm. Colson nervously reached out and held on to your knee under the table in preparation for the worst.

“You know… I have been doing this job for thirty seven years. I have seen thousands of family walk through those doors for so many different reasons, and hundreds of them were grandparents looking to give their grandchildren a better life than the one they have. But usually, the cases that are presented to my court room are worth my time. This is not one of those cases. This…” He sighed as he held up all the paperwork in his hand. “Was easily an open and closed case in my eyes.” Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest and you buried your face in Gage’s hair while Colson’s grip tightened even more on your knee as his hands started to shake.

“Now, I may not agree with your choice of lifestyle, Mr. Baker, but after looking at all the paperwork and all the videos and photos you and Ms. (Y/L/N) have presented, I honestly had to wonder if my own children would be considered neglected by the impressive parenting style the two of you have.” Your heart started beating faster and your hand flew out to hold Colson’s wrist as you both waited for the other shoe to drop. “Mrs. (Y/L/N), I don’t know what your intention here was, but my assumption is you have successfully managed to sever any familial ties you had with your daughter and your grandson after this. Mr. Baker… Ms. (Y/L/N)… I won’t waste any more of your time here. Take your son home.” The moment the words left his mouth, you let out a strangled, choked sob and hugged your son even closer to your chest. Colson whipped around in his chair and fell over with his head on your shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.” He choked as he kissed the side of Gage’s head. “Holy fuck.”

“You can take him home.” Ally said softly as she crouched down beside you to say good bye. “Your case is closed. She can never take him from you.”

“Thank you.” Colson choked out as you started planting kisses on every inch of Gage’s face that you could reach.

“Mama!” He screeched as he tried to push your face away, annoyed with you at the moment and just wanting to watch his show.

“Hey guys, we gotta flight to catch.” Sawyer said softly behind you as she put your and her purse and the diaper bag on her shoulder. “And a crew to update.”

“OK, we’re coming.” You said with a sniffle as you finally found your feet and stood up. There was a little shuffle of putting away the goldfish container and the iPad away, which your son was not happy about.

“Hey, you’re getting fuckin’ spoiled with all this TV.” Colson huffed as he took Gage from you so he wouldn’t hurt the baby with his flailing kicks. “We gotta get you back outside… oh, you can quit with the whiny bullshit, bubba. You know Daddy ain’t playin.” He blew a raspberry on his son’s cheek, startling him mid-cry, before he tossed him up in the air a few inches. Gage squealed and forgot all about his show as you took your purse from Sawyer and headed out of the court room while wiping the tears off your face. Your mother managed to catch your eye in the main hall and she daringly took a couple steps toward you.

“Do not speak to me.” You said evenly with a shake of your head. “How fucking dare you.”

“Fuck you, Marie.” Colson said as he put Gage on his hip and stepped back to push you in front of him. “Fuck you.”

“That boy deserves to have God in his life.” She called out after you. “He doesn’t need to grow up worshipping Satan!”

“Excuse me?!” You screamed as you came to a dead stop and whipped around toward her. “I know you did not just fucking say that to me.”

“Let me raise him in the church.” She begged as Colson quickly passed off Gage and grabbed your arm. “He’s better off.”

“He’s better off with his mother.” He growled through his teeth as evenly as he could, despite the fact that he was literally shaking with rage. “He is better off as far away from you as physically possible.”

“How could you even think this would go over well for you?” You asked as Ally came running over from where she was talking to her next client about his case. “What, did you just expect that I would come running back home, that I would run away from Colson, to be with my son after you stole him from me? Bitch, you must be fucking damaged.”

“OK, let’s just walk away.” Ally said as she took a couple steps in front of you, which only made you lean to the side to keep glaring at your mother.

“Even if we had been the worst parents in the world, I would fight every fucking day for the rest of my life to get my kids away from you. And if it was just Kels that was the issue, I’m sure he would agree with me that we’d go our separate ways if it was what was best for our family. But after what you try to do to dad because of Anne and then to your own daughter?! Bitch, you are the last fucking person I would let raise my kids. I’d even let Junior’s dumb ass raise them before you did.”

“Come on, we need to go now.” Sawyer tried as she pulled back on your arm to try to turn you around.

“Expect a fucking restraining order, bitch.” You barked as you finally caved in and turned away. “Because you will never see my babies again. Fucking Satan worshipers. Are you fucking stupid?”

“I’m gunna fucking hit her.” Colson said as he shot your mother one last look before turning to follow you out of the court house.

“She ain’t even worth the charge you’d catch.” You sighed as you reached out to take Gage to calm yourself down. “Right? Say I just don’t have a grandma anymore. Simple as that. Wanna go bye bye?”

“Still wanna fucking hit her.” Colson grumbled again as he held your arm to help you down the narrow stairs in heels.

“Not if I kill her first.” You cooed in a sing song voice and turned to head toward your rental car to head to the UK for the next week.

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You only lasted a week on tour, before switching time zones with a toddler while pregnant became to much to handle. So with a ‘quit while you’re ahead’ attitude, you flew back to LA with Sawyer, who was working hard to meet a strict deadline anyways. But that move was apparently not one of your smartest.

“Look, it’s Daddy!” You cooed to your son over his tears as you laid with him in your bed, trying to convince him to go to bed while he fought bed time tooth and nail through his exhaustion. You held your phone up in front of his face with the FaceTime video playing as loud as it would go, as Colson wiped the sleep from his half opened eyes to try to help.

“Main man Gage.” He croaked before clearing his throat. “Hey, buddy. What the fuck, man? It’s bed time. Hey...”

“No!!” You son screamed as he tossed on the bed beside you.

“I’m just waiting for the sleep gummy to kick in at this point.” You sighed as you whacked your son’s feet away from your stomach. “Quit, you little shit.”

“We’re such good parents.” He huffed as he propped his phone up on the pillow beside him so he didn’t have to hold it. “I think you should just come back here. I’ll get him to fucking sleep. Just knock him upside the head.”

“Is that an option now?” You joked with a tired smile. “Should I try it? My Harley Quinn bat is somewhere around here.”

“Do not knock my son upside the head.” He laughed as you reached out and pulled your child up to your chest in a vain attempt to stop his tantrum. “Or should I say don’t do it unless I’m there to witness it.”

“‘Bout to smother his ass with your pillow.” You muttered as you kissed your now simply crying son’s head. “He’s been pulling this shit since we landed three hours ago.”

“Why are you just now calling then?” He asked as you propped your phone up with a pillow so that Gage could see his dad, too now that he had stopped thrashing.

“Didn’t wanna wake you until I knew he was about to pass out. Cause we both know Daddy needs much more beauty sleep than Mommy does. With those bags, and all those wrinkles startin’.”

“Fuck you.” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Your ass is the one that’s got wrinkles.”

“My ass is perfect, thank you.” You huffed as you adjusted your head on the pillow. “And I grow people so I’ll always be more beautiful.”

“OK, so you got me there.” He conceded. “Hey little man, you ready for sleepies?” You felt your son nod slowly against your chest, and you picked up your head to look at him while Colson sat up the slightest bit. He started singing ‘Good Night, Gage’, a song he wrote specifically for your son, that was guaranteed to knock him out completely, and sure enough, he didn’t make it to the chorus before your son was finally passed out in front of you.

“You’re a miracle worker, Colson. Swear to God.”

“I try.” He sighed as he laid back down to go back to sleep. “I miss you two.”

“We miss you, too.” You said with a nod. “And we love you.”

“Love you guys, too. I’ll call you in the morning, ‘K?”

“We’ll be here. Hopefully well rested.”

“I’m sure you will be. He’s had a hell of a time switching time zones like we’ve had to.”

“I know.” You sighed with a nod. “Which is why we came home.”

“I know. Alright, I love you. I gotta get some more sleep.”

“I know, Love you, too.” You blew him a kiss, which he returned to you before taking one last look at the loves of his life and hanging up the call for the night. You lasted just long enough to plug your phone in, turn off the light, and move your son to his spot in the middle of the bed before passing out for the most glorious ten hours of sleep you thought you ever had.

Part 9

[mamushroomoracorn]

Heista (Dorm)

(This is my fan dorm of my old oc Luna this is for the challenge, I spend a long time on this, Please click for better, quality/Keep reading for the dorm leaders, Rooms, Information | I worked very hard on this Days , Please Reblog) This dorm is based on the stealth of Luna  In order to become the dorm leader of Heista you must last longest in a massive game of hide and seek, In order to become vice you must catch the most people This dorm is based off of stealth skills, Parkor and staying hiddin

Meet Zersiro, Iri, and then Lavender,  Zersiro is the vice dorm leader, Age 17, Year 2, Nick names, The trickster, Card Man,weeb and Tower Iri is a Year 1 student. is at the age 17, Nick names,Sweet tooth, bubble gum addict Lavender, Age 18, Year 3, Nick Names, Grape, Leader

Being the son of divorce parents, he already believes he was at fault as a kid he was shy and timid he is still is. Only having one close friend. He lived with his father when he was little. Lavender adored his father, often playing games like in the dark hide and seek, parkor and climbin Even though he was shy Lavender was very active. Later in his life, his father found someone else to love Lavender didn’t mind but very happy for his dad. He loved to look at his father book and art , and knows he needed someone because of the dark topic and often paintings of women The women was a recovering alcoholic, it started out nice for 1 year, but slowly she lost her grip His step-mother was a aggressive drunk who often, was emotional,Verbally, and sometimes physical abusive Used to hide for fun, hide in fear.  Avoiding his house by staying at his friend house, adding a lock to his room. finding areas so the lady can’t reach or know about He practice magic when she is gone, and work hard to be far away from her wrath He was happy to be accepted into NCR far away from his home town - Favorite color is red , reminds him of his father - Hates hide and seek but gets a nostalgia for it - He doesn’t like getting touch or yelled at - Have a leaky eye from being hit in the eye - Have a fear of women - Avoids Leona and savanaclaw students - Atheist but will not judge other or say in other regions - Bad at uno

Zesiro grown up poor, he learned how to scam, gamble, and sell over the years. This boy is very sly and cunning. He made friends with lavender as a kid After askng tricking Lavender to play uno, still have a win ratio of 250 - 0 Zersiro have run under ground casino to get AP test answers, Money, and items He would scam , play, act and sometimes cheat. When he grew older he learned to make sells to go on field trips butt not smart in spending his money or investing he ask his mom who is a shop keeper Later in life he watched a lot of anime, ninja videos and japanese movies and videos.  Zersiro joined rock climbing club, then later the ninja club/summer camp after selling girl scout cookies for money to afford He doesn’t want to become japanese, but love the entertainment  - Doesn’t like shoes and socks - hoarder but clean - Very envious , Jealous of other people stuff he will ask to hold it/ look at it to have a taste of what you have  - Is a weeb,  - Listens mainly to Jrock and Kpop/rap, Groups/people he listens to, is DEAN, Jay park, LOONA, Miso - have similar grounds with ruggie and rook

Iri was raised by his older sister when his parents went to jail/rehab when they have been caught processing drugs and was high Iri worked at age 14, often after school he would buy sweets, cakes, candies He lives off sugar, “It calms me” He doesn’t really like talking, he does it rarely  Loves to do parkour it makes him feel big and tall Teased often for his height, he grown to hate it a little,  He works at monstro lounge, as cook He had many experiences cooking because of his older sister long work hours Helps with the money inside the dorm - Loves cooking/baking sweets - Iri is listener and don’t talk often - He likes to do stuff himself and hates others when they try to help him - Iri have once kick down a kid for giving him a yard stick - Learned sign language who lacked in hearing - Listen to vocaloid related music - Have a pet goldfish name orange chicken

This is dorm layout, It is underground, and travels through sides and lifts and one elevator It have three public restrooms(all rooms have bathrooms) 2 areas are,  3+ rooms, biggest area and closer to the enterance since having the most people. Many first years and half of the second years live here 3 areas, are 2 people rooms, the other half of the second years live there, They can travel up to top dorm in order to go on the elevator 1, 1 singular person room, is on the bottom and the biggest one is there, normally they are the size of the regular but, The dorm leader/vice is the 1st and 2nd biggest  Jungle gym is one of the most popular area having outsiders paying to get in to often explore, hang out, have fun in this area, the room is really tall and have many areas to clime and zipline,Use gliders, fly or just rest The hangout is where you can relax and sit down and read often used by parents, guardians, can be used by students Also allow pets and many games of hide and seek in the dark is played often in this dorm, other dorms can join and request a challenge for a free week at the jungle gym

Enterance

Elevator 1

Rooms hallway 

Hang out

Jungle Gym

Uniforms look like this, you can choose which style of poncho you want, but you always have to have a orangy-red bandana or a pale yellow, and poncho on with something underneath, colors can be alternated with theses only patterns only if you are heads you can change the poncho pattern, but you can chang the circle into square if you want. Luna often wore ponchos so in honor we will @dreamerwicked-sweet​ for the fun challenge it was fun to do)

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 11)

"A LunaTic Throws a Magical Tea Party"

Colson bounds down the stairs shirtless in a pair of joggers. "GOOOOOD MORNING, FUCKERS!!!" He shouts. Luna's behind him, much slower, dressed in black boy shorts and a cut up G&R shirt. Her long hair is in a messy bun. All the extras from last night have gone, it's only The Crew in the kitchen. Around the table, on counter tops, or in stools. Colson goes for coffee as Luna slides into a chair next to Benny at the table.

He leans over to her "Did you tell him?" He asks.

"OH FUCK. I forgot, I'm sorry." She says standing up, then disappearing upstairs. She digs into her bag, pulling the flash drive from the night before out of her coat pocket and plugging it into her laptop. She quickly edits out any parts that don't belong to them, while also adjusting the audio.

"He's gonna fucking shit himself." She thinks, once again, pleased with her work.

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Back in the full kitchen, she walks over to Colson. "Can you come upstairs with me for a sec, please. I have something for you...." She smiles slyly.

"I was wondering where you went...."

"Grab your laptop and come on." She says heading towards the stairs. He obliges.

Upstairs Colson flops his long body down on his bed. Luna stands over him.

"For you." She says holding a closed hand out to him. He reaches his out and she drops the flash drive into it. "Happy Birthday, Bunny."

He can see her nipples are hard through her t-shirt. "What's this?" He asks, sitting up, puzzled. She sits down next to him, handing him the laptop.

"Just a little gift. See for yourself." She tells him, bedroom eyes dancing with a smile playing on her lips. One look.

"I fucking love it when she looks at me like that." He muses to himself, intrigued, leaning over to kiss her.

He pops the flash drive in. As he finds the file and the video starts, he stares perplexed at the 3 different angles on the screen. He looks closer "Is that me?" Cocking his head. As the video continues he states excitedly "OH FUCK!! That is me.... AND YOU!!" He exclaims. He looks over at her, quickly, mouth hanging open. He hears himself speak on in the video and her begin to sing him Happy Birthday. "How the fuck...."

"Just watch." she says with a giggle as they sit together, side by side. He grabs the top of her inner thigh.

"You're sexy as fuck, Kitten." He says not taking his eyes of the screen. He's stroking her thigh. She can see him getting worked up. "God Damn, we look good together!!" He continues. Half way through the video, she sees his dick raging under his joggers. She stands up.

"Lemme help you." She says

"Hmmm." He's not listening.

"Lift the laptop." She says flatly, pulling at his pants. This has his attention. He pauses the video not wanting to miss a second.

"What do you need, Bunny?" He finally looks up. She laughs. Pushes him back by the bare chest to lay down on the bed, pushes the laptop to his stomach and gets on her knees between his legs. He pops his head up around the laptop, lifting his ass, watching her pull down his pants. His hard dick slaps against his stomach, she takes him in her hand, ducking her head down, rolling her tongue along the bottom of his balls. He groans, watching her as she begins to lick his cock from base to tip with her sopping tongue spread wide.

"Resume." She says. He adjusts the laptop on his chest and leans his head back on his arm as he pushes play.

"I am getting my dick sucked by the hottest chick in the world, while watching our sex tape...." Colson thinks to himself fully enjoying her mouth and her gift. "HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!"

As Luna sucks long and deep on his cock, she uses her hand to work the parts she can't fully fit inside. He throbs in her mouth and groans as her tongue rolls around his dick's head. She hears them fucking from the laptop as he rest his hand lightly on her head, tangling his fingers in her bun, gripping her hair. It makes her pussy lips plump. Continuing her sucking pace, she caresses his balls with her other hand. With this, she can feel him getting ready to cum so she opens her throat wider, fitting almost all of him inside of her mouth. Slurping, bobbing and humming, she hears him growl "OHHHH FUUCCCK!" as his right leg shoots up off the floor and he explodes into her warm mouth. She swallows it. From the laptop Colson is telling Luna he needs her to meet Casie. After licking his dick clean, while wiping her mouth with her thumb, she stands up looking over a pleased Colson.

"GOD DAMN, GIRL!!" He sighs looking up at her lovingly. He can hear them exchanging I love yous from the laptop. "You're fucking insane." He says amused, moving the laptop. Grabbing her hand, he pulls her on top of his naked body. "You gave me video of us fucking and telling each other we love each other for the first time. That's so fucking boss!" He says pulling her closer for a kiss. "THEN YOU SUCKED MY DICK WHILE I WATCHED IT FOR THE FIRST TIME!!" He yells, both arms up, fists clenched, shaking triumphantly, rocking his whole body.

She laughs, her body moving with his. "You're an idiot" she smiles kissing him.

"Your idiot." He smirks. "How the fuck did you get this? He asks.

"With Benny's help. And this" She says beaming, reaching into her bag, before telling him exactly how.

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Downstairs Benny can't contain himself. He looks at Slim. "Yo Dawg, Luna ain't nothin to fuck wit." He says lowly. Recounting the events of last night to him. Slim listens, shocked as fuck.

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"SHE THREATENED TO PISTOL WHIP A FUCKING SECURITY GAURD!!???" Slim shouts out in disbelief, eyes wide. Everyone in the kitchen stops what they're doing and looks at him.

"Yup." Luna's lips pop, strolling in holding what appears to be a glock, with Colson behind her. She sets it down on the kitchen table, hard. Now, everyone is looking at her, uncomfortably. "Well, now you gotta fucking tell everybody, Benny, or it's just not fair." She says looking at him, eyebrows raised, half amused smile. "Go ahead, Sugar." Nodding her head.

"She's such a fucking asshole. This is gonna be great!" Colson laughs to himself.

Benny looks at her sideways but begins to tell the story again, everyone is quiet and listening. Every so often one of them glances at Luna, who's leaning up against the wall with a cup of coffee.

"So, was it loaded???" Asks Rook intently.

Before Benny can answer, Luna walks back over to the table and sets down her cup. She picks up the 9, stretches her arm out, pointing it directly at Colson, who's across the room. She says "What do you think?" coldly before pulling the trigger.

Ashleigh screams and everyone shudders as Colson bursts out laughing. There's no boom. Just the sound of a rack sliding. There is no blood. Just a blue dot on Colson's chest, who's laughing hysterically. He starts bouncing around the room causing Luna to laugh.

"WAIT!!! Demands Slim. Eyeballing both of them. "It's FAKE!?!! He continues.

"Mhmm." says Luna innocently, holding her laughter for a second.

Slim bursts out laughing too. Everyone, including Benny is still confused.

Ashleigh speaks up "Let me get this straight, you fucked Kells in VIP, turned around, BOUGHT, THEN ERASED the tape, while all the while pretending you were going to, what? Kill a security gaurd with a fake gun if he didn't give it to you???

"DON'T FORGET SHE GAVE ME THE ONLY COPY!! FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Shouts Colson "We have a sex tape, we have a sex tape..." He starts singing and dancing around the room.

"He's so fucking ADORABLE!!" Luna's heart screams. She loves when he acts goofy. Even more when it's her who's causing it.

Looking at Ashleigh. "Pretty much." Says Luna nodding her head. "But." She stops, putting her index finger up. "It's not a fake gun. It's a custom laser pointer." She states, handing it to Ashleigh, starting to laugh again, who takes it learily.

As Ashleigh flips it around in her hands, she begins to laugh too. "YOU are a crazy fucking cunt!!" She states still laughing, before she hands it into Rook's reaching hands.

"See why I love her, Ash!!" Colson says laughing as he throwing his arm around Luna, kissing her on the cheek.

"Mhm. Fucking trouble." She laughs looking at the two of them. As everyone rambles in disbelief handing the laser pointer around and playing with it. Ashleigh steps closer to Luna and Colson. "Good call on grabbing that, Loons. Someone could've made a shit load of money off of it."

Luna nods her head, giving Ashleigh a knowing look. "I got 'chu." she tells her with a smile and cocked upper lip. Luna likes that Ashleigh is comfortable enough with her to call her 'Loons'.

Slim interrupts them. "So, what would you have done if he didn't take the money?" He asks Luna seriously, elbows on the table.

"I'da fucking laser pointer whipped that motherfucker and got what I wanted still." She cocks her head back and sucks her teeth. "Feel how heavy this motherfucker is." She says reaching for the laser pointer from Baze, handing it to Slim.

Handling it he says "You right, this bitch got some solid weight to it. How you work it?"

"Pull the trigger."

He pulls the trigger as it makes the sound of the clip being loaded. "Aight, aight. I see you." He says continuing to play with it. "Crazy ass Brooklyn Bitch." He says nodding his head, like the night before with a chuckle. Looking over at his friend in approval.

"Lemme see that." Benny grabs it from Slim. He looks at it closely. "Big ups, Brooklyn. You harder then I thought. You ran a dude with a Fucking laser pointer!!" He laughs loudly in disbelief.

"NY, Homie!!" She laughs hard. "We had our first 'Benny&Loons MessAbout'." She howls, half quoting 'The New Girl.' still laughing, while moving her shoulders and fisted arms up and down before giving him a dap. Colson explodes into laughter.

"She's fucking retarded and I LOVE IT!" He thinks.

Finally grasping the ridiculousness of the situation the whole room joins in on Colson, Luna, Slim and Benny's laughter.

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Everyone's still chattering in the kitchen. Pete comes up to Luna and Colson. "You're a fucking nut, Loons. He laughs shaking his head. He looks at Colson. "I told you, a very Loons story." He says throwing his hands up.

"Facts." Agrees Colson.

"What's that mean?" She asks "You know what, I don't even fucking care." She continues, waving her hand, paying them no mind. 🎶"I'ma do you one better, Petey."🎶 She sings, looking mischievously between him and Colson. 🎶"I've got a pound of mushrooms upstairs."🎶 She finishes singing, biting her lip with a smile.

"How the fuck did you get that?" Asks Colson in disbelief.

"I threw a bunch of dried fruit in with em and popped it in my carry on as a snack" She shrugs like it's no big deal. Pete's not surprised by Luna's antics anymore. He is excited about these mushrooms tho.

"Can we eat 'em???" His eyes lighting up.

"I figure if Colson's ok with it, I'll hit up the girls, see who's in town... Make some tea and we'll have a colorful day by the pool. What do you think, Bunny?" She asks looking up at Colson.

"I think." He says slamming his hand on the counter to emphasize certain words "This is THE BEST birthday of my whole MOTHERFUCKING life." He lifts her chin to kiss her. "Thank you for everything."

"So, colors?" Asks Pete intently.

"Yeah, Pete. Colors." Colson laughs.

"Heeey you Guuuysss!!!" Pete turns around to share the good news.

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Luna changes into a white one peice. She sends out texts to a few of her girlfriends, seeing who's on the West Coast. Frannie and Paris are definitely coming. Ashley says she'll bring Dom with her. Bella's in even though Mod is there. Billie's coming and Lana may.

Luna starts a large pasta pot of boiling water. Looking around the kitchen, she finds a large non-porous cutting board and a chef's knife. She opens the large container and pulls out a handful of fungi, dehydrated strawberries, apples, oranges and cherries. She begins to finely chop them.

Phem wanders over to her. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"Making magic tea." Luna answers, turning her head and smiling at her.

"I've never had em that way." Phem says, intrigued. "Can I help?"

"Absolutely!" Luna beams.

Colson watches the girls from the kitchen door frame. "They seem to be getting along ok..... Maybe Phem does like her." He thinks, deciding to leave them be and wanders off into another part of the house.

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Hours later, everyone has shown up, even Lana. Their magical tea party is flowing. Luna puts on the 'Eat A Peach' album and the music is flowing with the colors. She's laying on the ground on her belly, she looks over her shoulder at Colson, who's in a pool chair close to her. All she can see is rainbows radiating out of his head and hearts pouring out of his eyes. It's too much for her brain so she rolls on her back to stare at the sky. As the clouds shift and shape, Luna's eyes widen, as a blanket of warmth swooshes over her and her stomach drops like she's on a rollercoaster. She can taste story the clouds are trying to tell her.

"What are you doin'?" Luna looks over to see a sea of vibrant green flowing. It's Phem.

"I'm listening to the clouds tell me a story." Luna says smiling. "Come." She scootches over and reaches her hand out, pulling Phem down beside her. "Lay." She warmly instructs. Phem does so, as the two girls hold hands, giggling, watching the same sky but being told two different stories. After a while, Luna turns to Phem. "I need to touch The Water." She breathes. "Come with me?"

"Yaaaas. Me tooooooo." Phem lets out, nodding her head up and digging Luna's fantastic plan. The girls walk over to the pool, sitting on the edge, dangling their feet in the cool water. "I'm sorry." Phem says.

Luna looks at her with concern, but still tripping balls. "Why? Are you ok?" She asks softly but intently.

"I didn't like you.' Phem blurts out, eyes wide, covering her mouth in shock. A loud laugh escapes from Luna. "I'm so sorry." Says Phem.

"Whyyyy?" Asks a still laughing Luna.

"I don't know why....." Phem trails off. Luna is still laughing, doubled over, tears pouring out of her eyes.

"Nooooo." She says, sitting up, trying to control herself "Why are you fucking sorry?" But she can't, so Luna bursts out laughing again. The idea being so ridiculous to her. Her laughter is contagious and quickly both girls are laughing so hard there are tears rolling down both their faces and neither can breathe.

"I don't knowwwww!!!" Whines Phem while still laughing.

"It's ok!" Luna reassures her, the laughter between them flowing so hard they can barely get out words. "I knew!" Luna exclaims leaning into Phem.

"I'm so sorry though because I really do!!" Phem leans against her too, both of them STILL laughing uncontrollably.

Luna puts her arm around her. "It's ok, I know." She says again, ducking her head close to Phem's. "I didn't like you either, and now I do!" She laughs harder grabbing Phem's hand with her free one.

"We're a bunch of fucking cunts!!" Phem shouts, throwing her arm around Luna.

The two girls double over together cracking up as Luna exclaims "I THINK I JUST PEED A LITTLE!!!"

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Across the yard Colson is fake ninja fighting with Slim. His ears perk up at the sound of Luna's continuous laughter.

"I fucking love that sound." Colson thinks, smiling ear to ear, searching for her. He sees her sitting by the pool with Phem. The two of them are laughing hysterically, arms around each other. "That's so nice." Colson thinks happily before Slim judo chops him in the stomach.

Catching Colson off gaurd Slim's chop drops him to his knees, in an exaggerated fashion. "Yous a bitch, Bitch." Slim says mocking him. They both are laughing so hard, Colson lays down, knowing what he's referencing.

"I LOVE MY FUCKING LIFE!!" Colson thinks, holding his stomach, rolling on the ground.

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A while later, Colson is coming out of the bathroom. He wants to find Luna but is distracted from the melody coming from his piano.

He follows the sound to find Luna playing. He sits down beside her. She looks over at him. Her happy face glowing bright, while continuing to play. The melody entrancing. She looks deeply into his eyes, smiling her bright smile. She begins to sing to him.

🎶"I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like. We're so good, I can't explain it, what can I say, it's kismet, ain't it?"🎶 She continues, smiling the way he loves 🎶"All the things you say, all things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I don't wanna escape it. 'I'm all in' There is no maybe."🎶

He stares at her in awe, vibrant colors flying out of her mouth as she sings. "Did you just write that?" He asks as she continues to play the melody.

"Mhm." She hums. "About us." She says softly.

"I fucking love it." He says, sliding her body across the piano bench, closer to him. Kissing her on her bare shoulders while moving her loose hair to kiss her neck. He stops. Only refraining for these few moments. He pulls out his phone. "Sing it again for me. Please." He asks, as she smiles and continues to play. He hits record, just before she begins to sing. Knowing he's capturing something special that could be lost in a moment.

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As everyone's trip is slowly beginning to come to it's end. Luna stands on the living room table. "Who wants a Xanax for sleep later?" She asks loudly, raising her hand.

Everyone within ear shot claims "ME!"

Colson watches her dole footballs out like a little Xanax fairy, still in her white swimsuit but now with a bright green scarf with vibrant purple and teal peacock feathers, tied, resting around her hips, ass and waist. Long hair flowing.

"GOD, I fucking love her." Colson thinks to himself as she approaches him.

"Wanna go make out in the pool?" She asks. For the first time ever, she's eye to eye with him while standing. One look.

"FUCK YES." He declares. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he lifts her up. She sprinkles his face and neck with kisses as he carries her outside.

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In the pool they snake around each other. She pushes off of him teasingly, swimming away as he chases after her. He catches her, wrapping his long limbs around her tiny body. "You're amazing." He says kissing her.

"You're not so shabby yourself." She teases, kissing him back. They swim around each, touching and teasing the other's body until Colson can't stand it any longer. He pushes her quickly across the pool, they hit the side hard. "Mmmh." she winces.

"Sorry, Kitten." He says in between sloppy kisses. She's pulling his shorts down as he slides her bathing suit to the side. She moans loudly as he enters her. As he pushes his huge cock deep inside her, fucking her deeply, she can't tell if she's still tripping or actually seeing cartoon stars.

"HOLY FUCK." She thinks.

With her legs wrapped around his waist, she slowly grinds into him hard, feeling him touch deep inside her, she shudders. Using the water against his weight she spins them around. Now pressed against the pool, "Kitten..." He moans into her ear as their hands and the water move all around them. There's a soft sensualness between them instead of their usual raging hunger. He spins her back against the pool wall. She takes every sweet pump of his in, as the water tickles her skin. They lock into a deep kiss as they slowly move their bodies together in pleasure. She moans as he begins to move his hips faster. Hands around her neck. She pushes off the side of the pool, taking him deeper into her. He groans. Both of their hips now moving even faster. She clings to him as she feels her walls begin to tighten and a rush of euphoria hits her.

"Ohhhh, Bunny...." She purrs.

"I love you." He says as they both explode like fireworks.

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Frannie and Paris show up together, never knowing what to expect with Luna. They know she's currently on the The Coast for a break and have plans to see her but both are caught off gaurd when she texts that she's at MGK's house hosting a tea party. A happy Luna greets them with huge hugs before introducing them to Colson, as she calls him. He's very inviting, hugging them both. Watching them through rose colored eyes, her friends decide this is good and that Luna just might be ok.

Billie and her boyfriend arrive to a giddy Luna. She offers them tea. As they stand and sip in the kitchen, Billie asks Luna how she's doing. She beams. She is "tripping balls and is absolutely in love" she declares as she reaches to squeeze Billie again. They've known each other almost all their lives. Billie still remembers attending Luna's mother's funeral all those years ago. Just as Luna had attended her own mother's, just shy of 3 short years. Only a month after Luna had lost Justin, to the date. Even greif stricken, her friend had shown up for her. It was a true testament to Luna's character, Billie had thought at the time and still thinks the same now. It's only when Luna introduces Billie to Colson does she see her true friend again. That bright light that has been dim the last few of years, finally beaming through again.

Lana slides into the party smoothly. She doesn't drink the tea but she does watch her friend happily from her perch on the patio. She likes the intimate exchanges she watches between her and Colson. Lana already likes Colson, they had worked together late last year and she found him to be very down to earth and sweet. She didn't want to admit it but she could see why Loons was drawn to him.

Bella only comes because she loves Luna. Especially, her tea parties. She knows Kells and most of his Crew from dating Derek but wants to see how he acts with her friend. Colson is the first to greet her with a warm hug. "Hey Bella, Loons said you were coming." He says leading her into the kitchen. "Grab some tea." He says pointing to the huge pot on the stove. "I'll find Luna for you." Impressed Bella fills her solo cup with magic. "BELLLLSSSSSS!" Luna screams as she rushes her for a hug. Luna's so short her face lays right in Bella's tits, which she happily snuggles into. Bella laughs out loud. She loves Luna and upon her approach is happy she decided to come. After the girls embrace they make their way outside. As Bella waves to Ashley, who's walking towards her, she watches Luna break free and prance over to Colson, wrapping her whole body around him.

Ashley and Dom are dancing around together, floating through the colors. Enjoying life and everyone. She's not worried about Luna anymore. She had been, but in 2 short days she has watched both of her friends blossom like a beautiful tree in the Spring. She's enjoying her boyfriend, colors and friends. When she does spy Luna and Colson together her heart erupts with joy.

"Wow." Her friends all think at separate times. "She's REALLY happy." Hearts soaring for Luna, because they know her well enough to know, she's truly happy right now. With Colson. Not because she's on drugs.

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To be continued......

[swordliger]

Thatcher ABC Headcanons

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If it was a short go, he usually makes up for it with soft face and neck kisses. Soft touches along his partner's back and thighs are a must as he keeps them close. If it was a long round, he usually lays flat out exhausted. Just telling his partner how much he adores them.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Thatcher is very proud of his torso. One, he is still in great shape for his age and he is fairly sensitive there. Isn't above having his pecs getting some attention, one quick way to get him in the mood. On his partner he loves the mouth. Loves seeing his fingers or dick in their mouth, the way their lips 'curve so perfectly around him'

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oh boy, hope you keep towels nearby. Thatcher loves painting his partner with his cum, which wouldn't be too bad if the man didn't cum like a racehorse. As for getting cum on him, he'd prefer on a easy to clean spot like the chest and stomach or his ass. Not one for cumming inside his partner, or himself, feels it takes too long to clean up.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He never tells anyone this out right, and will only hint he likes it if his partner stumbles on this, but he loves having his taint sucked and lightly nipped. So the chances of this little sensation being indulged are pretty low.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he's got experience, and he is not afraid to use it. He knows how to extend a partner's pleasure, and sometimes that means he denying an orgasn or two from them first. But he knows it will make the actual orgasm so much better.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Thatcher is a simple man. Missionary is one of his top 3. Being able to place kisses on his lovers neck and seeing all of their facial expressions really helps edge him on. Cowboy/Cowgirl is also a good one whether he is giving or receiving.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He was always taught sex was a passionate and somewhat sacred act, but younger partners show him the funner side to the moment and he has loosened up. Plus funny sounds and positioning mishaps happen and he can't hide the laughs they bring.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Thatcher is a decently hairy man. His chest has a bit of fur growing, but it's not excessive. Thatcher does like to keep everything in order. So along with keeping his beard trimmed, his nether region gets the same pampering treatments. Besides, he doesn't want a stray hair to ruin the mood.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He starts off very passionate. Tender kisses, soft caresses and a very loving demeanor. (Unless the moment was sparked by teasing and the two are unable to withhold themselves.) As he goes on and gets closer to his climax, he tends to get a lot more animalistic.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Mike typically doesn't need a visual aid to masturbate, and he uses the sessions as a stress reliever more than anything. But for some reason if he doesn't indulge himself in a little ball play, his orgasm isn't as satisfying. This means another session before the day is over.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Nipple play on himself. His torso and pecks are already super sensitive so adding a little pinch, ice or heat is a sure fire way to get him going. He is also a fan of training. Helping his partner learn how to take him completely. Coaching them and praising them just helps edge him to a more powerful orgasm.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Likes more private spaces, his bedroom or car in a secluded spot. And having a good amount of space is a plus so that repositioning is never an issue.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Thigh highs and garters believe it or not. Something about that get up with a few neck and chest kisses will have him rock solid within seconds.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bindings. He refuses to wear them. Would love to use them on his partner but lives by the rule 'if I won't do it, I won't force them to'. But if his partner asks and is enthusiastic about it, sure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Mike loves receiving, especially if his partner has little to no gag reflex and is more than able/willing to swallow him down. Not the biggest fan of giving, but don't mistake that for him being inexperienced. He can leave his partner in a puddle of their own mess before even entering with his fingers or cock.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If he is topping, he will start off slow, easing his partner to his size (he knows he's bigger than average) then he will pick up the pace. If he is on the bottom, he likes for his partner to go slow, loving the fact he can feel everything his partner is making him feel

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are only with oral. He's not one for going all the way if he can't fully make his partner squirm.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's not super risky naturally. However if his partner is a bit more wild, he will try out new things. If they fall within his comfort zone of course. The most he will push on his own is semi public sex.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If he spent the day on his boat, he usually doesn't last very long, no more than a few minutes. If he hasn't been on the boat, expect much longer sessions and at least two back to back. He aims to wear out his partner before a little rest and then coming back for more.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns vibrators now, after some intense encouraging from his partner. He is still weary to use it on himself but he loves using them on his partner. But when he is convinced to let the vibrator be used on him, he typically has the most intense and ecstasy filled orgasms he can remember.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing while in the mood is typically where all of his teasing energy goes. Love nips, nipple pinching, making his partner beg, it will all happen. Dirty text is a rare occasion, unless he is far from his partner and desperately missing their company. And dirty talk isn't something he does while others are around. Now if he is feeling especially frisky, quick whispers that leave his partner red will happen

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud! Moaning, oh yeah. Growling, you bet. Deep throaty grunts, he's an animal baby. But don't expect a lot of dirty talk however. He's not one for doing it constantly, saving it mostly for during the foreplay.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rook is a medical assistant in training under Doc's watchful eye.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I'd say he's above average all the SAS are hung like elephants sitting at 6.5 in(16.5cm)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly high for his old age. He tries to act as though he can control himself but if his partner gives him a certain look or kisses him in the right spot, he is erect before he can even attempt to hide it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Thatcher does his best to stay awake for a few minutes longer with his partner, mostly so they can both get cleaned up and of course to share a few cuddles and whispered sweet nothings.

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hozier lyrics prompt fill for @songofproserpine  <3

❛There’s an art to life’s distractions.❜  for jacob/f!dep

summary: Jacob is an annoying apocalyptic bunker companion, and it’s driving Rook crazy.

also on ao3!

Jacob Seed is not a man so easily troubled. Rook is aware of this, but there’s something about the impatient jig of his leg and drum of his fingers on the tabletop that tells her something’s on his mind.

It’s been three weeks since the world ended—a tad earlier than the Peggies had expected, considering the fact that the sirens went off right in the middle of their undignified wrestling at the top of the big rock Jacob nested in after he got her to kill Eli.

She should have just killed him there. Hell, he should have just killed her right there. But instead, in the chaos of the ground shaking and alarm sirens wailing in the distance, they ran to the nearest bunker. Not together, of course, that’s absolutely insane… but they just happened to make it into some dead prepper’s bunker at the same time. Shitty coincidences and even shittier luck, because after three more attempts of trying to kill each other, they resigned themselves to the fact that the only company for the next seven or so years is each other.

Oh, they’re still gonna kill each other. Definitely. But the bloodthirst has been shelved away, an unspoken agreement that staying alone with a corpse for seven years doesn’t do the psyche any favors.

So. Week 3 out of 365. Jacob’s fidgeting has Rook thinking about shooting him in the head. Or throttling him. Or just holding him down and—christ, no. Just. Whatever gets the guy to sit still and quiet so Rook can properly focus on reading the actual hell that is Dostoevsky’s stream of consciousness. It’s sad, really, that the prepper’s taste in books is that akin to the summer reading list Rook pretended she read in high school.

“You know,” she begins, irritated, “fidgeting like a kid waiting for church to be over isn’t gonna make the apocalypse go by faster.”

Across the table, Jacob stills. He narrows his eyes at her, as if she’s committed an offense by talking to him. It’s the first time they’ve spoken to each other in days. They’ve fallen into a kind of pattern—spending days co-existing but ignoring each other, then one of them breaking the silence that leads to one or two antagonistic conversations before they’re back to seething in silence.

“I’m waiting,” Jacob grates, voice sounding a little raspy from lack of use.

Rook ignores the goosebumps she feels rise when she hears him speak. “Yeah, I know. But being annoying isn’t gonna make your brother sprint to the radio in his bunker.”

She spits the word brother like it’s something vile. It’s well-deserved, she thinks, since said brother did, in fact, stare way too long at her in the fucking murder sex dungeon he calls his confession room. It’s bad enough that Rook has yet to get ahold of any of her friends on the radio, but she has to hear John Seed’s crooning voice twice a week.

“There’s nothing to do in here aside from wait, Deputy.”

“Distract yourself with something.”

Jacob scoffs and starts drumming his fingers on the tabletop again. “Just said there’s nothing to fuckin’ do.”

Rook glares hard into the pages of her book, unable to focus on the words. “Stop that. Seriously. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

She gives up on the page she’s on and turns to the next. If anything, Jacob’s drumming on the table gets louder. Rook grinds her teeth, trying to drown out the sound. In the end, she can’t help it. Her foot flies up and kicks his shin hard underneath the table.

The force of the kick was hard enough that her foot is buzzing slightly, but Jacob doesn’t even flinch. The drumming stops—thank god—and he looks utterly unimpressed with her.

“Good try,” he says flatly. Asshole.

Jacob pushes his chair back and stands from the table with an exasperated sigh, walking a short distance over to the stock of canned food. Rook leans back in her chair and tries to go back to her book, glaring at the paragraph she’s stuck on.

Unfortunately, her peace doesn’t last long, because Jacob resituates himself at the table, scraping his spoon loudly around an opened can. Chewing loudly, too. He’s fucking with her. He’s gotta be fucking with her.

Rook frowns harder into her book, chewing on her lip to stop herself from snapping at him. Her fingers dig into the pages of the book, holding back the urge to slam it shut and just chuck it at Jacob’s red head.

It passes after a few minutes, Jacob finishing his meal shortly. No more loud, fidgeting sounds, not after he’s discarded the empty can and tossed the spoon into the sink. Where the hell is John, Rook thinks, because the wait is obviously killing Jacob. He’s no longer sitting—he’s buzzing around the cramped bunker, walking around and sparing a glance at the radio on the desk every few moments. Jacob, hands resting low on his hips, paces and paces, sighing and shaking his head every so often.

He’s worried, the discomfort to his gait has Rook almost feeling bad for him. Almost. Rook tries again to focus back on the book. Nope, she’s not gonna waste a single thought feeling bad for Jacob Seed. Or thinking that it’s kind of endearing he’s worrying for John like a parent whose kid stayed out way past curfew. Nope.

Rook bites down on her tongue so hard she tastes blood.

“Maybe he forgot,” Rook says, despite herself. Dammit. Do not engage.

Jacob stops his pacing and looks at her sharply. “John doesn’t forget.”

“Maybe he’s busy.”

“We agreed that this is the time we check-in and call.”

“I know, I was there,” Rook mutters, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, freaking out isn’t gonna help at all. Just… find a way to distract yourself.”

Jacob steps back towards the table, dropping back into his chair. His eyes dart around the bunker, thinking, and he starts to drum his fingers absently on the tabletop again.

Rook’s had enough, she slams the book shut on the table top and lashes out to grab Jacob’s hand and hold his fingers still, bunched up in her fist. She’s about to snap stop that when Jacob reacts to the sudden movement. He moves on autopilot, grabbing her wrist with his other hand and tugging her closer as he stands from his chair. He rises so fast that the chair scrapes on the floor in a pitch that makes Rook wince, then tips over and topples to the ground with a clamor of noise.

Jacob’s lightning quick reaction had yanked Rook right out of her chair. He’s dragged her up with him, and she has to rest a knee on the tabletop for balance, her other foot digging into the seat of her chair behind her.

When she looks up, Jacob’s leaning down right into her space, his usual controlled expression on edge. The closeness is so sudden that Rook wants to shrink back, but Jacob is still holding her wrist tight, pressing bruises into her skin.

“Don’t—do not do that,” Jacob warns, voice low in his throat.

“Then don’t fucking fidget so much,” Rook hisses through gritted teeth. “Find a fucking distraction.”

Not killing Jacob was supposed to be a compromise for her sanity, but that reasoning is very questionable right now. They can’t get along, and if Jacob keeps… being Jacob, Rook is sure to go mad in seven years.

Jacob holds her glare with gaze just as fierce, pale blue eyes like a biting frost on her face. “Look around you, Deputy. This bunker is empty in the entertainment category—you’re already losing your shit reading the few books here.”

He’s still not letting her go, and Rook might already be going mad because she thinks his gaze keeps dropping down to her lips.

A bad idea crawls into Rook’s head. Maybe it’s always been there, she’s just been doing her best to ignore it. But he’s so close now that she feels like the idea’s hanging right over her head. Rook breathes in deep and smacks her lips. Jacob’s eyes latch onto the movement like a magnet. Yeah, she’s not just imagining this.

“You know,” Rook says quietly, bringing her free hand up to rest on his shoulder. If she’s wrong about this, the next seven years are going to be so awkward. “There’s an art to life’s distractions. I could help. Maybe.”

Jacob’s brow twitches. “Maybe.”

Rook holds his gaze for a few more excruciating seconds, looking for any signs that she might be reading this wrong. She should be reading this wrong because this is fucking crazy. Jacob just stares back—but he’s not looking at her eyes.

Okay. Rook leans up and presses her lips to his. She holds for one second, two, then when he doesn’t respond she starts to pull away. But Jacob lets go of her wrist to tangle in her hair, his other hand finding a place on her hip, and pulls her close before her lips even leave his.

Rook melts into it, pressing closer, feeling his facial hair bristle against her face. His tongue swipes across her bottom lip, and Rook opens her mouth with a sigh, reveling in the low noise that escapes Jacob as he roams the warmth of her mouth.

Rook hasn’t even realized she’s wrapped herself around him, legs hitched at his sides, when static crackles from the radio nearby.

“Jacob? Jacob, are you there?”

Jacob freezes up, and unceremoniously drops Rook onto the table. She yelps as she lands on the tabletop, running a hand through her hair as she just breathes for a second.

“John, I’m here,” Jacob says into the radio.

John’s response comes a second later. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, confessions ran a little long.”

“‘Kay,” Jacob answers, tone clipped. “Talk to you next time. Over.”

Rook balks. He’d been fretting for so long over John and now he’s just leaving him in the dust. John’s confused, outright miffed reply starts to crackle through, but Jacob’s already turning the volume all the way down.

“Deputy.” He turns back to her, and Rook swears she saw the twitch of a smile. “Could use a distraction.”

So far, week 3 of bunker life isn’t going as bad as she thought.

[once-upon-a-ouat]

Paper Knight

Knight Rook a History: Transformations - New Quests, New Friends (Day 3)

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Wish Hook contemplates the transformations he and Alice as well as their relationship went through. Will we ever get any dialogue in these? Nobody knows.

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Hook was sitting in a secluded corner of the palace, fidgeting with the rook Alice had given him so long ago. In his lap was a letter from his starfish. They had established a communication system. While they could speak face to face if they didn’t get too close, it was too painful to be so close to each other and yet, so far. So they’d settled on writing letters. And Robin had eagerly agreed to be the messenger to deliver them.

Hook smiled to himself at the thought. It was obvious what was blooming between Alice and Robin even though the two of them seemed completely oblivious of it. And still, Alice always dedicated at least one paragraph of her letters to Robin who, in turn, always came back from Alice’s cabin with a big smile on her face. And he was glad he could be there to see the relationship between them was developing. It soothed his consciousness to know that his starfish was finally happy and had all the opportunities to explore life outside of that bloody tower.

He’d asked her to tell him all about her adventures since she’d escaped her prison and, even more than a year after they’d renewed communication, she still hadn’t managed to tell him everything. She had so many stories to tell and his heart swelled with content at the thought. After everything she’d missed on while trapped in the tower, she’d finally had all the adventures she’d dreamt of.

What bothered him was that lately Alice had been more insistent on learning about his life during their separation. So far he’d been dodging her questions. He’d only briefly explained to her his magical deaging but without going into detail, hoping that she’d give up on asking. He knew she meant well and only wanted to know how he’d been but he wanted to hide that part of himself from her. What could he tell her? That he’d become an old drunk who’d given up on everything, including her? That his best plan had been to steal another man’s love in order to be cured of the poison in his heart?

He looked aside and met his own gaze in one of the countless mirrors that were strewn all over the palace. The reflection that he saw was that of a man who still had a lot of life in front of him. A man who was given a second chance to fix his mistake. His encounter with Emma and his other self and his decision to team up with Henry and Regina had given him new hope and he had not only been transformed into a younger version of himself, but also back into the father that was ready to fight for his daughter till the very end.

He looked at the rook in his hand. It still looked the same way it had when Alice had given it to him back in the tower. But it wasn’t. And it wasn’t the well of sad memories it had turned into during their separation. It was a promise, just like it had been intended to be. But this time he’d get back to his daughter. He’d find a way for them to be reunited just like he’d promised. He’d hit rock bottom but with a little help from some friends he’d picked himself up and was ready to fight. And he and his starfish were not together yet but they were getting there. And every day they got closer to being reunited just like every letter helped them share a little bit more about their lives when they hadn’t had the opportunity to be there for each other. And that included the ugly parts.

He took the letter and opened it, his heart racing with excitement. The first thing he noticed was the chessboard Alice had drawn at the bottom of the sheet. It was set for a new game and she’d made the first move with one of the white knights. It wasn’t the typical opening move and he smiled. His starfish had found a way to bring back one more element of their relationship. It was a little different, adapted to their current situation, but it filled him with the confidence that one day they’d play face to face again and the real knight would replace the paper one.