#haven't we all met an annie

[novethegreat]

I may not be the best at it but writing kisses is just so much fun. It's like ah yeah I remember what that was like. Hope I can do it again someday

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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[sangreprince]

I wanna keep this brief (graphic design is my passion level effort but also it kinda works in a really funny way) !!! I wanna let you all know I appreciate the love you've given Zagreus and I'm so so happy to be here. You're all great and wonderful and I could say so many good things to say about each and every one of my mutuals. So fuck it, that's what I'mma do. Because you all truly deserve it. I'm super happy with Zagreus and being able to share my portrayal and have it be well received means so much !!! It's easy to say 'thank you all so much' but I want to acknowledge that I truly do appreciate and care about each and every one of my mutuals, even if my time / availability makes it tough at times. PART 1/4

@withinchains / @hercarnality : Elle you already know how much ily so I'm gonna keep this short. You're such an amazing friend and writer and you already have the screenshot about me gushing pinned so eat my shorts and play arams with me. Your Morgana is to die for and you write every character to a fucking T because of how you just interpret all their personalities and put them into words SO effortlessly.

@lasraichean : NEMO U SMELL LIKE BEEF and I think you're fantastic. You pour so much effort into all your OCs and that passion does you so much credit. You absolutely shower Annie with love in such a way that I shower everyone else with unrequested amounts of fromsoft lore so MWAH.

@blackrosesmatron : Lucy your LB is fantastic and you're so easy to talk to and communicate with. Genuinely every time we sit down and plot I find myself getting so enthralled in her antics and character. You do her so much justice

@avernusfuries : HAN You single handedly made me like Karlach and that isn't even a joke. Before we met and started writing I always thought her story was one of the weaker ones and you somehow managed to turn her into one of the more realized characters in the game. HATS OFF TO YOU and every day I beg for more of this big doofus.

@feuerwizard : Crys I know I need to get back to you for plotting things, I've just been so busy but I want to say: You and some of the other CR writers you write with are so talented and I adore reading your posts. Were it not for you guys I still probably wouldn't have any interest in CR and I'm so so excited to get started with more stuff and actually get threads going!

@soulcluster : Lilah I think all your portrayals are excellent. Your MM deserves all the attention it gets and I honestly couldn't pick a favorite muse if gave me truth serum. Plotting with you is a blast and I'm so thankful for all the ideas we pass between eachother!

@pitgritted : Your Sett, Taric, and Mutli are all so well done Jojo. I can tell you really care about all the people you write and it shines so brightly, right down the amount of detail you place into every reply and how you format things. Passion shows in the end and this is no exception!!

@palespawn : This sassy motherfucker. We've only just started writing and I still need to get to replies but you've showed interest since almost day one and I cant say how much I appreciate that. Courtney you do such a beautiful job with the twink, I almost dont wanna stab him. Almost~

@infinitysagas : I first of all wanna say thank you for writing such underappreciated characters. To see Damon get love brings me so much joy, I always take a second to read his posts when I see them come up. I know we haven't done a ton but please know that I see your writing and totally wanna do stuff, I'm just very busy skdjhf.

@deathdxnces : Irelia was a character I never cared about too much, but how you humanize her so much and have expanded on her character beyond what Riot's given us does SO much for me. I actually adore how you portray her, Mel, and I wish to get writing at some point soon!! I know you liked a starter a bit ago and I do plan to get to that, but please do not hesitate to hit me up for plotting in the meantime. It really does help and I promise I don't bite!!

@tealbeats : I know you're not super active on Ez (and I still owe you a lot of stuff actually) but I wanna say I love the amount of his personality you're able to paint into every interaction. You have such a way of making him the perfect amount of insufferable (in the best way) while still twisting it in SUCH an endearing light. I love that annoying little bug and I'm so glad you do too, because it really shows.

@agonizedembrace : Han it's been really nice to reach out and get into contact again. You're genuinely a really funny, interesting, and thoughtful person who cares about Evelynn in such a way that brings out every aspect of her character. The agony, the sex appeal, the sass, the confidence, you just nail all of it and I'm really hoping we can get stuff going soon!

@bendwill : Elder scrolls blogs are few and far between, but Miraak is absolutely one of those characters that deserves to be more written out. We haven't gotten to do a ton but please don't hesitate to hit me up and scream ideas at me, the idea of Tamrielic Zagreus is very fascinating to me. (And also I need somebody to ramble about my Oblivion D&D Campaign ideas with skdfjh)

@ofweave : First of all, trans gale is based as fuck and you have a vision. Second of all, I know you're on hiatus but once you come back I'd be so happy to get the ball rolling with this stinky wizard man!!

@kismetwilled : I'm not gonna lie, seeing how you pour effort into your headcanons and thoughtful replies kind of inspired me to do similar with my own. I also want to say that I'd love to plot more and yell ideas all day with you, your style is gorgeous and I find myself appreciating characters on your blog I've never even heard of or are barely familiar with. Seriously Dani, it's top tier and I'm so happy to be mutuals.

@enrogued : We haven't gotten anything started with but I'm so hyped. Rogue as a character has such fascinating potential with her powers, and that's not to mention her attitude towards others in general. Once stuff gets started I'm probably never gonna shut up in your DMs but like that's a constant sdfjkh STILL!!

@lunarrepel : Shadowheart my beloved. The aesthetics, writing, dialog, everything you do with her is SO on point and I can't get over it. I was already biased and liked her after Larian adjusted her a bit during the beta phase of BG3 but still. Man you just nail her and I'm so excited to develop these two out. They give wine aunt energy and THAT alone gives me so much life.

@dreadgloom / @cinderschild : I wont lie to you I was GIDDY when I found out you wrote a WoTR character. I honestly expected that fandom to have more of a presence on tumblr but I'll take what small fanclub we can get right?? And also can I comment on the takes you have from Salvatore are absolutely genius and play really well into WoTC's drow?? Genuinely fantastic worldbuilding and it's always a pleasure to see you crop up on the dash.

@nightsbloom : Your headcanons and replies have been gorgeus and I just want to say despite me being really busy and not getting around to approaching yet, I'm so excited??? Also a while back you reblogged a Qimir gifset and it's still living rent free in my head so thank you for the food chef--- Please though, if you have any thoughts or even just dynamic ideas - toss them at me at mach 5 and I will run with them because I'm HYPE.

@spiderwarden : I think you officially win the title of Minthara's #1 fan. Her performance (as I've mentioned) is absolutely captivating, as is your writing. I'm very excited to see where her interactions with Zagreus go and writing with you (or even just seeing your random hc posts and comments) is such a blast. I will always sit down and listen to you ramble about her, I think she's so fascinating and that's in no small part to how you manage to inject so much life and love into her despite all the cut content.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Hey, I just got another idea: Deacon introducing his new girlfriend to his kids over dinner and game night.

But from the point of view from one of the kids (as a little challenge😊)

- 🥰

This is such a cute idea! I wrote it from Lila's perspective (1st person POV) and it was certainly a challenge; I haven't written 1st person in a while. I hope it turned out alright, and thank you for the request and the challenge, I enjoyed writing this! Please let me know what you think and enjoy! :)

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, I imply that Annie is dead but I think you could read it differently. bad writing?

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

EDIT: Part 2 Here

A/N: Writing from Lila's POV was harder than I thought it would be, but I kind of like how it turned out for some reason? Feel free to send feedback or constructive criticism; I admit that this isn't my usual writing style but I'm open to suggestions for improvement!

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The Kay Princesses

Dad has been smiling more. Matthew thinks it’s because his friends at work are doing a good job, but I don’t know if that’s it. Sometimes, when Dad gets home after work, he isn’t smiling, but then he looks at his phone and gets all smiley. Maybe Dad likes his new phone. Or he found a new game!

“Hey,” Dad says as he opens my door. “Ready for dinner?”

When we walk together, Dad always holds my hand or carries me. Today, he tosses me over his shoulder and makes me laugh. Whatever it is that makes him happy, he's more like he used to be.

“Before we eat there’s something I need to talk to you about,” Dad says as he puts me in my chair. “So, a few months ago I met a girl.”

I knew it.

“She’s… she’s amazing. We’ve been getting to know each other and doing fun things. But she and I think it would be nice for her to meet you.”

“Are you replacing Mom?” Matthew asks, crossing his arms. (I want to kick him. Can’t he see Dad is happy?)

“Not at all,” Dad says, smiling at Matthew. His face changes as he adds, “If you don’t like her, then nothing else will happen. Okay?”

Matthew nods, but Dad’s smile is gone.

“Dad? Is she like mom?” I ask.

“Kinda. She’s also smart and beautiful, but she’s different.” His smile is back. “She likes different things, she talks differently. But she is going to love you guys.”

“We might not love her,” Matthew grumbles.

Dad takes a funny breath before tapping the table and walking to the kitchen to get dinner.

“Stop being mean,” I tell Matthew.

“He shouldn’t be talking to someone else. She isn’t Mom and I don’t want her around.”

“She’s not replacing Mom,” Samuel says. “Dad said so.”

“Well, he is. If they’re dating and they get married, then she’ll be our stepmom, meaning replacement,” Matthew says meanly.

“Dad said he’d stop seeing her if we wanted,” I remind him. “But we should meet her first. We might like her.”

Matthew rolls his eyes, which makes him look weirder than usual, and nods. I’m excited to meet her because if she makes Dad smile, she must be extra special.

“Here you are, Samuel,” Dad says when he sets Samuel’s plate down. “Matthew, Princess Lila.”

“Hey, why is she a princess but I’m just Samuel?” Samuel pouts.

I laugh at him, and Dad says, “Why am I not King Dad?”

“Wait, can I see a picture of her? What’s her name?” I ask.

Dad tells us her name, and it’s pretty. Then he shows us a picture of her, and she’s as beautiful as her name.

“She looks like a princess!” I say.

“No, she doesn’t. Princesses wear big dresses and crowns,” Matthew argues.

I want to kick him again, but Dad smiles at Matthew and puts his phone away.

✯✯✯✯✯

Matthew and Samuel are in my room with me when she gets here. I watch out the window as Dad opens her car door and squats to talk to her. 

“I’m going to meet her,” I tell my brothers.

“Dad will introduce us,” Matthew grumbles.

I don’t listen to him, so I walk down the hall but stop when the door opens.

“What if you’re wrong?” she asks.

Dad closes the door and laughs. “I’m not,” he answers. His voice sounds different, happier.

“They’re going to hate me, David.”

Dad laughs again, and I peek around the corner. His arms are around her, and she’s leaning against him.

“They’re not. Everything will be fine.”

“I just want them, and you, to be happy,” she says quietly. “Even if that doesn’t include me.”

“Hey,” Dad says, the same way he does when I’m sad or after I get hurt. “I want you here. I’m happy with you. And the kids? The kids are going to love you.”

“Even Matthew?”

“Especially Matthew.”

She laughs at that, for some reason, before she steps back from Dad.

“We’ll be right back,” Dad whispers. He steps around the corner and stops when he sees me, shaking his head and smiling. “Go say hi.”

While he goes to my room, I step out and wave at her.

“You must be Lila. You’re even prettier than your dad said,” she says. She’s kind, like Dad said.

“I am Lila. My dad says that you’re smart and beautiful and going to love me and my brothers.”

“Well, he’s right about the last thing.”

“How did you meet my dad?”

“We just ran into each other one day. He was working and I was nearby.”

“Can we be on a team for game night? I haven’t been on an all-girls’ team in a while.”

She smiles, which makes her even prettier, and says she would like that. My brothers come back, and Dad introduces everyone to each other while I sit beside her.

“Why do you like my dad?” Samuel asks.

“He’s really good to me, and for me. I think he’s the best guy I’ve ever met.”

She looks at Dad while she talks, and he smiles at her. I like her. She doesn't treat us like little kids, and I like that.

“Why do you want to replace our Mom?” Matthew asks.

She looks at Dad before she answers. “I don’t, Matthew, I promise I don’t. Your dad has told me about your mom, and she sounds amazing.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“I want to be with your dad and try to make him happy like he makes me happy.”

“By replacing my mom,” Matthew says as he gets up and walks away.

She looks up at Dad, but they’re not smiling anymore. Dad raises a hand and nods before he follows Matthew. I put my hand in hers, and she looks over at me.

“Do you love my dad?” I ask her.

Her smile returns as she says, “I do. More than anything.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Dad hugs her tightly on the porch before she leaves. I stand beside the window so I can see and hear them.

“If they don’t want me here, I understand. They’re the most important things in your life and they shouldn’t be uncomfortable or upset. I understand if you don’t want me to come back and we can be friends, right?”

“That’s not going to happen. We’ll work through it. Lila loves you.” That’s true. “And Samuel thinks you’re great. Matthew, uh, Matthew just needs some time.”

“I get it. Take all the time you guys need. You’re worth waiting for, Deac.”

They get quiet, and when I look outside again, Dad holds her while they kiss. He pulls back and wipes her face. I think she’s crying.

I decide to help Matthew with his time and walk into his room.

“We need to talk.”

“You always need to talk,” he says.

“Why don’t you like her?”

“You wouldn’t understand, Lila.”

“Who says? You won’t let me try.”

Matthew sighs and rolls away from his comic book to look at me.

“No matter what they say, even if she isn’t a replacement, she’ll end up in Mom’s spot. And I don’t want that.”

“Why not? She’s nice and she loves Dad and he loves her.”

“What are we doing?” Samuel asks as he comes in and sits beside Matthew.

“Talking about Dad’s girlfriend. Matthew doesn’t like her,” I answer.

“She’s nice, and super fun,” Samuel says. I nod and look back at Matthew.

“I never said I didn’t like her,” Matthew says quietly. “I just don’t want her to replace Mom.”

“She can’t replace Mom. They’re so different. It would be like another Mom, not a new one.”

“She even said that she can’t replace Mom and wouldn’t try to. She wants to make Dad happy, which involves us being happy,” Samuel explains. Matthew and I look at him, confused by his wording. “That’s what she told me,” he adds.

“So, you do like her?” I ask.

“I do,” Matthew says quietly. “I’m just scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared about. Dad loves us and would never do anything without telling us or making sure we’re okay. That’s why he brought her to meet us. You should give her a chance.”

Matthew nods and stands up. “Let’s go talk to Dad.”

We walk together to the kitchen, where Dad cleans up after dinner and game night.

“Dad, can we talk?” Matthew asks.

Dad dries his hands as he nods and waves his hand toward the couch. When we all sit down, he sits on the table in front of us.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

I look at Matthew because I know he’ll answer the question. “We like her,” he admits, “and I’m sorry for being mean.”

“It’s okay, bud. This is a big change and you’re allowed to have questions and need time to think,” Dad says, putting a hand on Matthew’s leg.

“Is she coming for game night again?” Samuel asks. “Because I want to be on her team this time.”

“No, I do, she’s good,” Matthew argues.

Dad laughs and pats their knees. “If you want, she’ll come for two game nights so you can take turns.”

We nod together, and Dad smiles. She said she wants to make Dad happy, but I think she already is.

“Thank you for meeting her and being open to new things, guys. It was very grown up of you.”

“I didn’t get to tell her she looks like I princess,” I remember.

“You can tell her next time, munchkin. Maybe she’ll even play dress up with you… if you ask really, really nicely.”

That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to see her again. Maybe getting a new mom could be even better than I thought.

✯✯✯✯✯

I can hear Dad talking after he tucks me in. Dad says her name, so I must check if she’s back so soon. Creeping down the hallway, I realize I can only hear Dad.

“I told you Matthew would like you. He just needed to figure out that you’re not trying to replace Annie,” Dad says. “They really, really like you; they want you to come back for game night so you can be on Samuel and Matthew’s team next time.”

He’s quiet for a while before he asks, “Are you crying?” And then, “Are you sure? Because even when you said no it sounded like you were.”

Dad laughs like he used to, but a little different. I guess that’s how the whole thing works: he’s happy but differently than before because you’re different, and now he’s different.

“I told you they’d love you,” Dad says, “just like I do.”

They really do love each other. Dad made a good choice, and we did too.

✯✯✯✯✯

It’s finally game night again, and Dad and Matthew have decided to treat it like a “do over,” so they’re acting like they haven’t met her before. I think that’s funny, but I’m glad that she’s coming back either way. I’m by the window watching for her while Dad and Matthew set up the board game.

“She’s here!” I tell Dad.

He thanks me and then walks to the door. Matthew follows him, and I turn to watch. Dad opens the door and smiles.

“Hey,” he greets, a weird tone he only uses for her breaking through. “This is Matthew.”

Matthew shakes her hand, and they smile at each other.

“Nice to meet you,” Matthew says. “Sorry about before.”

“No apology necessary, Matthew. It’s very nice to meet you, too. Your dad has told me lots of good things about you.”

“Really? Like what?”

“He said you’re really good at tonight’s game. So, I was wondering if you’d want to be on my team? I need a lot of help.”

“Sure!”

Matthew leads her to the table where the game is and shows her where he’s sitting. Dad looks at me and winks.

“Dinner first, Matthew,” he says as he walks by. He drags his hand across her back as he passes her. He never did that with Mom, but she isn’t Mom.

“Will you be on my team next time? I get to choose the game next week,” Samuel tells her.

“I’d love to!”

While we eat dinner, she answers our questions and asks us some too. She tells us about where she’s from, her job, her favorite food, and (my question) who her favorite princess is.

“Who is your favorite princess, Lila?” she asks.

Dad smiles at her every time she asks us a question. By dessert, it feels like we’ve known her forever. She agrees to come over just to hang out with me, and I feel great; I stick my tongue out at Samuel, and he laughs at me.

“You take the first turn and I’ll watch,” she whispers to Matthew when we start playing his favorite game.

She watches him and asks him a few questions, then watches Dad as he takes his turn.

“Hey, when do I get to be on your team?” she asks Dad, smiling at him.

“You’re always on my team,” he answers, winking at her.

“Gross,” Matthew whispers.

His eyes widen, and he apologizes quickly before she and Dad start laughing. She tells him it’s okay and asks for his help with her turn. When she’s not talking to us, she looks at Dad.

As he walks her to her car, he kisses her, and spins her around. She’s always been pretty like a princess, but Dad loves her enough to treat her like one, too.

[your-local-glowstick]

✨INTRODUCTION POST✨

Hi, I'm Will Solace, Son Of Apollo, Head Counsellor of The Apollo Cabin, and Head Medic!

Here are my friends/boyfriend!

Leo Valdez- @r3pairb0y - he's pretty cool, I don't know him that well, but he's in the infirmary a lot (I'm side eyeing you Valdez). He's one of the main Seven from the Prophecy, and he helped take down Gaia in an explosion! We all thought he was dead for a while, which wasn't very nice, Valdez! Son of Hephaestus!

Nico di Angelo- @victory-of-the-angels - I love him! he's my boyfriend, my everything. He travelled through Tartarus and was captured by the twin giants, but luckily the Seven managed to rescue him before anything seriously bad could happen. He still has PTSD and a little bit of internalised homophobia, but we're working on it with Mr. D. He travelled with Reyna halfway across the world the deliver the Athena Parthenos, which ended up saving the day. he has some eating problems, but as said, we're working on it. He is prince of the Underworld and the Ghost King! Son of Hades!

Hazel Levesque- @sparkling-gems - She's so sweet. She's Nico's sister, and is possibly one of the nicest people I've ever met. That being said, do not underestimate her. she is feisty. Mess with anyone she loves, you have it coming for you. She is the daughter of Pluto, and is currently dating Frank Zhang, son of Mars. She is very powerful, despite what others might say. One of the Seven, I love her <3

Frank Zhang-no roleplayer yet- He's very nice. I'm not all that close to him, but he does hand out with Hazel a lot and seems very chill. Son of Mars, Praetor of The Twelfth Legion, Member Of The Seven. He is currently dating Hazel, they're very sweet together. He's like a giant teddy bear, the softie!

Annabeth Chase- @annie--bell - She's scary. I'm joking haha, she's one of the nicest people you'll meet. Just don't get on her bad side! Member of The Seven, Daughter of Athena, and Architecture of Olympus! During the first war, Annie took a knife for her soon-to-be-boyfriend Percy Jackson, and I helped heal her. She is one of the toughest people I know, she made it through Tartarus!

Percy Jackson- @s0n-of-the-sea - Son of Poseidon, Hero Of Olympus, Member of the Seven, Tartarus survivor, he's got it all! Percy is the chillest person ever, but man is he a DEMON on the battle field. After all he's been through, he just wants to be a normal teenager. I get it. I mean, he fell into hell for his girlfriend. dam dude. I don't see much of him and Annabeth since they're currently at New Rome University!

Piper McClean- @glammerqueen - I love her personality, I love her style, I love everything about her. Daughter of Aphrodite and Member of the Seven! She is a beast with charm speak. She has some kind of unbreakable bond with Leo, and I'm not even sure if they know what their relationship is at this point. She was dating Jason Grace, but they broke up on good terms. She is currently dating a girl names Shel! I don't know much about her, but she seems so nice.

Jason Grace- no roleplayer yet -Son of Jupiter, Member of the Seven! I honestly haven't spent that much time with him, but I know Nico loves him like a brother. He and Leo seem... very close (in love) but we don't talk about it :3

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano- @the-daughter-of-bellona - I don't know her very well, but from what I've heard she's awesome! She was there for Nico through some of his darkest moments, and I love her for that.

Grover Underwood- @undxrwxxd - he's pretty cool! once again, don't know him that well, but I know he's very close with Percy and Annabeth. He helped a lot during the first war, and is currently dating a tree nymph named Juniper! He gave Nico and I a pep talk before we went to Tartarus, which was nice <3

Thalia Grace - @artemiss-favorite-hunter - Jason's sis!! She seems really cool, I like her style!! Hunter of Artemis, gives off queer vibes. I'd really like her to visit camp more!! Her and Percy's friendly rivalry is funny as hell

Meg McCaffery - @meg-mccaffery-toa - pretty chill!! very angry young girl, can't blame her tbh. she's actually pretty funny, I love when she rags on Lester (sorry dad)

That's all for now folks!

(OOC: I will add people as they come and their blogs, if any of you want to join, just dm me or @r3pairb0y )

[evilscuderia]

i hope you don't take this in a negative way but what is it about charles that makes you rate him so highly? what is it about charles that makes you believe in him so completely? like what is it about him that makes the tifosi love him so much? what is it about him that makes ferrari love him so much? (i have never forgotten about that one article that called charles ferrari's "little champion in the making") i ask not because i don't believe but because my cousin doesn't and i don't know how to explain to him why i have such faith in charles and i hoped you might be able to put it into words better than me.

i don't know if there is one, universal answer to this. it probably varies a lot but i think a lot of the protectiveness and love we feel over him come from the fact that he joined ferrari so young and we have seen him grow and mature as a person and as a driver. it also helps that he is lovely and kind, puts A LOT of effort into interacting with tifosi (maybe triple any other driver we've had), and genuinely loves the team (a love he declares just as much as he shows). i have NEVER in five years heard a single bad word from anyone who's met him or knows him, in fact the most common words used to describe him are probably: polite, genuine, kind. it's why people like him and why ferrari love him so much. but it goes way beyond that. he is the first ferrari academy driver and in many ways he embodies the ferrari driver archetype exactly as enzo ferrari envisioned it. i always feel silly trying to put this into words, because at the end of the day it widely depends on your personal preferences, but i do believe that there are drivers who are capable of evoking real emotion with their driving, and charles happens to be one of those. maybe it partially has to do with how he is and his personal story as well, but his racing radiates a hunger and grit that i don't really get from others.

as for his capabilities and talent i think they are undeniable to anyone who's watched him drive. personally, my feelings and faith in him are constantly solidified by the fact that he keeps evolving and learning and adapting. i haven't seen him stall once, not even during the anni horribiles we've had at ferrari. he is relentless, self-critical and extremely honest about his mistakes and shortcomings (which is a rarity with f1 drivers) – and so far he has always learned from them and/or overcome them.

i am aware all of this may seem like a whole lot of nothing written by a nobody, so maybe the best way to include a bit of objectivity is not to read tweets and tumblr posts ot listen to pundits, sports journalists and podcast hosts, but to look into what people who have worked with him and raced alongside or against him have to say. and words from max verstappen, lewis hamilton, sebastian vettel, jock clear, beat zehnder, massimo rivola, etc. all seem to reflect similar estimations to my own.

[wexhappyxfew]

hi shannon! i saw you were taking prompts and i knew i HAD to ask for bessie! can i ask for "i wouldn't miss it for anything" from the random dialouge prompts for her? excited to see what you come up with!

HEY BLU!!!! thanks so much for stopping by! :) let's just say i had a LOT of fun with this prompt and got to play with a few OCs i haven't introduced in writing yet - so, please enjoy our resident navigator of Silver Bullets, bessie carlisle, with judy rybinski and a guest appearance from marianne salinger! please enjoy and thank you again!

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introductions and pleasantries

"Has Tommy written you?" Judy asked quietly from beside her against one of the walls inside the flying club, nudging her shoulder with that small smile of hers, "Any news from the Pacific?" Bessie grinned and pulled the letter from her pocket.

"That and some newspaper cutouts of the 100th that he's been seeing," Bessie said pushing some hair behind her ears, "a real sweetheart, truly, my Tommy." Judy giggled and looked through the cutouts and glanced at Bessie.

"He popped the question yet?" Bessie glanced at Judy before smiling slightly and crossing her arms.

"He's hinted….through his letters. When I see you again…..my Ma's house….back porch looks beautiful in the summer….I'll get you flowers the second we're home and a nice dinner….Mr. Thomas McKenzie isn't smooth when it comes to covering up his intentions in the sweetest way possible." Bessie said with a chuckle and Judy giggled again.

"Please tell me I can attend the wedding." Judy said, gripping Bessie's arm gently with a soft squeeze, "I'll make my Mom's lemon and blueberry scones for the bridal shower."

"Awe, Judy," Bessie said with a grin, "of course you'd be there, dressed in a beautiful blue dress no doubt. One that matches your eyes. All the girls." Judy grinned - she always looked happiest with the women of Silver Bullets. Her smile looked best glazed on her face with joy.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, you know that." Judy said, looping an arm through Bessie's, "And you two are going to have a wonderful family, and a cute little home, and you'll be the best geography teacher Queens has ever seen."

"Thanks, Judy." Bessie whispered and Judy watched her, genuinely and deeply, her eyes peaking out from behind her long eyelashes and bright, blue eyes.

Judy, young as she was, was by far one of the most genuine people one would ever meet. Attentive, kind, considerate, as well as someone with incredibly good aim (but you wouldn't guess that about her from first meeting), Judy was like Bessie's little sister in some ways. An incredibly good friend, listener, and tagged along with every opportunity - beers, darts, dancing - she was there.

"Good evening, ladies," both Bessie and Judy looked up and over and found the newest replacement pilot - Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal - stood there, perfectly gelled and curled hair, a soft look in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, and his peak cap tucked under his arm, "I don't mean to interrupt." Bessie watched the Lieutenant; she'd never spoken to him, but Annie had come back from a meeting with Operations, mentioning that she'd had a run-in with a new Lieutenant, Robert Rosenthal, and that he'd been real sweet, a calm presence, and had flown B-17s in Texas in his skivvies. Bessie smiled. Quite the combination.

"Not at all," Bessie said, with a wide smile growing on her face, "what can we do for you?" Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and stuck out a hand.

"Robert Rosenthal, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the women a part of Silver Bullets," he said, and Bessie shook his hand firmly, "I met Lieutenant Bradshaw and she advised for it and said you'd all be here, and I wanted to follow through with that."

"Bessie Carlisle, I'm the navigator." she said, before glancing at Judy and almost chuckling at her face. Judy - sweet, innocent, Judy Rybinski, was stood, bright-red in the face, a nervous smile on her lips, watching Lieutenant Rosenthal, staring up at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. Bessie nudged her ribs.

"Judy Rybinski, sir," Judy said, sticking out a hand, "turret-ball gunner. Pleasure to meet you." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal shake her hand, a small smile on his face as he nodded, before readjusting his gaze to the two of them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw discussed with me the previous happenings of Silver Bullets and her position as well….I'm sorry about Captain Faulkner." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal, feeling Judy's tightening grip on her arm an evident signal that Judy's emotions about Captain Faulkner were still as prominent as the day it had happened.

The day Francis had called over the comms that Birdie had died on impact, that she, Francis herself, was taking control of the fort, that she was going to make sure they'd make it all back, safely. Bessie remembered Judy coming up and out of the ball turret, eyes red, stumbling as she tried to control herself, curled up in her cot thereafter, struggling to get out of bed. It was their first real loss and ultimately the most devastating. It wasn't like they'd gone down and she was MIA; she was gone, she was dead.

"She was one of the best pilots I'd ever met," Bessie said, "thank you though, Lieutenant Rosenthal." Lieutenant Rosenthal nodded and then looked towards Judy. Bessie took a willing glance at Judy and saw her, a few drips of tears in her eyes being fought back in her vision and she nodded.

"Yes, sir, one of the best," Judy offered.

"I'm sorry," Lieutenant Rosenthal said quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you both, just that I recognize how important she was to the 100th-"

"No, no," Bessie said quickly, placing a hand on his arm and shaking her head, "not at all, she was the best, but really, don't worry, it's okay." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and then glanced towards Judy again.

"Can I buy you both something?" he asked them. Bessie knew Judy had a nearly entirely filled beer in her hand and that Bessie's was almost out, so she cleared her throat and nodded.

"Yeah, Judy here could use a refill, I'm pretty filled though still with my beer, thank you though, Lieutenant." she said with a nod and glanced at Judy who was staring at Bessie with wide eyes.

"Let me get you something," Lieutenant Rosenthal said to Judy and Bessie watched as Judy swallowed and stood up a bit straighter and nodded.

"Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." Judy said, nervously tucking her dark brown strands of hair behind her ears that had fallen from her curls, "You really don't have to though, sir, I was thinking of taking the rest of the night in." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled - he had an incredibly nice smile - and glanced back at the bar and then back towards Judy.

"You sure?" he asked her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Judy watched him for a moment before a nervous smile grew on her face.

"Maybe just one drink then, sir," she said, her cheeks glowing red, before glancing towards Bessie, "I'll be back in a bit, Bes, don't wait up for me." Bessie grinned and watched as Judy stepped forward and waded beside Lieutenant Rosenthal towards the other part of the bar, a smile riding on her face, far and wide. Bessie couldn't remember the last time Judy had let herself as loose as she seemed to be tonight. She deserved to relax a bit, especially with how the last few months had been for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Carlisle," Lieutenant Rosenthal said with a wave over his shoulder and Judy shot her a grin. Bessie nodded with a smile.

"Who's that?" a voice asked, appearing beside Bessie in record fashion - she glanced over and found Marianne Salinger, resident tail gunner of Silver Bullets, with her orange cat, Frank, curled in her arms, a slight smile dancing on her face as she watched Judy stand at the bar next to Lieutenant Rosenthal, the widest smile spread on her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal, you heard anything about him?" Bessie asked her. Marianne shrugged her shoulders and glanced towards Bessie.

"Flew planes in skivvies, that's about it. Likes Artie Shaw, taps his fingers a lot." Marianne said quietly, ever-observant as she was, "Seems like a nice crew, don't know much else though." Bessie smirked and glanced over back towards Judy and found her rather excitedly talking to Lieutenant Rosenthal - Judy was very enthusiastic about a select few things and that usually involved intense hand-waving and apt descriptions and Bessie could tell the girl was in her element. And Lieutenant Rosenthal, ever the enthralled and attentive person he appeared to be, was listening intently and deeply, his eyes seemingly refusing to leave her face.

"Judy looks happy and I think that's all that matters," Marianne said with a smile, lifting up the fat, orange cat, "and we'll let Frank here get the final word, but at the minute, if she's happy, I'm happy." Bessie reached forward and scratched behind Frank's ears, the cat purring slightly and the touch before she noticed the slight tear in his ear.

"What happened to Frank here?" Bessie asked and Marianne rolled her eyes and glanced towards where DeMarco was with Meatball.

"Meatball was bothering Frank, and so Frank, as he should, not putting up with his bullshit, fought back and well, his poor little ear got the brunt of it," Marianne said, "I was up Benny's ass about letting Meatball all about - you know it killed one of the neighbors' chickens? I told Benny to get a grip on his dog or else there'd be issues." Bessie let out a laugh and shook her head and Marianne sighed.

"Major Cleven had to go pay the poor son-of-a-bitch because Meatball killed the thing," Marianne grumbled, "I mean, Frank's one of the most chaotic cats I've ever gotten the pleasure of holding, but he's not going around doing that. He's just crazy when he wants, but I control him."

"You're too funny, Mar," Bessie said and watched as Marianne smirked and shook her head, "so, you want to introduce yourself to Lieutenant Rosenthal, get the pleasantries out of the way with Frank?" Marianne smirked and glanced towards the Lieutenant and Judy, before glancing at Bessie.

"Let's wait until Judy has come down for air first," Marianne said, "she's having fun. Frank can sniff him out later."

"Sounds like a plan," Bessie said.

And to top off the night - Frank really loved Lieutenant Rosenthal.

[harrisongslimited]

George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 13

Trigger Warnings: adult situations, swearing, drinking, sexual situations, slow burn romance,

**18+ only** Please.

Chapter 13

It was 10am California time when Annie Magnum heard the phone ring. Although she was deeply invested in the letter she just received from her best friend, Joie, Annie jumped up to answer it.

They had been corresponding by letter, airmail with special paper to write on...blue and thin as tissue paper, but with her emotions in turmoil, Joie needed desperately to talk to her. No one knew Joie better than Annie.

"Oh my God...Joie!" Annie exclaimed. "you have no idea how happy I am to hear from you. It's been ages."

"I know. I just needed to hear your voice," Joie explained.

"I know what you mean and have I got a story for you! But I'm quite impressed by your travel schedule. Letters from all over the world....postcards from Paris and Germany. Girl, you've been everywhere. I've managed to get to work and the Santa Monica Promenade over the last couple of months. I've done nothing compared to you."

"Annie, I want to come home so badly. It's just been a nightmare." Joie proceeded to tell Annie about Brian and the incident where she picked him up from a bar. "He's been so rude. George told me that he's just protective of the boys, but it's more than that. He just hates me."

"Whoa, sweetie pie!" Annie announced. "What the fuck is all this about? Your letters are so perky...if it's been hell, you should have told me."

"I know. I know. It was just so hard to throw in the towel and give up. That's not my style. I actually haven't been in the office. I quit. That's what I called to tell you. For right now, I'm living in George's coach house on his property."

There was dead silence until Annie squeaked out, "What the fuck???"

"I know how it sounds, but the coach house is completely separate from his house. He can come and go and I'd never know it."

"Joie, does your dad know?"

"Yes. I talked to him the other day. I wanted to give you the address so you can write me here. George actually brought all my stuff from Freda's the other day after the Brian incident, as it will be known by from now on."

"Ok....almost living together. What gives? What, exactly, do you need to tell me? You and George? Come on, give it to me straight, you wonton hussy. Do not tell me that George Harrison popped your cherry??"

They both burst out in laughter.

"No, you dirty-minded, red-haired tart."

"All true. I'll admit it," Annie giggled. "Now give it to me straight, Batgirl, what the fuck is happening?"

Joie took a breath. "I don't know, Annie. George...he's been so good to me. He really looks after me, you know? I mean I know I was hired as an assistant to all of them, but..."

"But what?" Annie prodded.

"I don't know. Being here with George has been wonderful. He's just been wonderful." Joie admitted.

"What about Paul...John...Ringo?"

"It's just been different with George. I don't know how to explain it. Cyn, John's wife, says he's smitten."

"Well, use Charlie as a reference...."Annie offered. "Do you think he likes you?"

"Charlie was a nightmare. All he wanted to do was have sex. He couldn't have cared less if we had a conversation. George actually listens to me. We talked all night the night he left for this last tour. And he'll be gone for 3 weeks."

"And it doesn't hurt that he's hot as fuck, right?"

"Well...yeah."

"Could this just be your body wanting you to have sex?"

"You mean I'm sexually starving?" Joie asked, then burst into laughter. "What about you? We were rowing in the same boat, if I remember correctly. You have something to tell me, missy?"

There was silence for a moment, then Annie spoke softly. "I met someone..."

"Yay!" Joie cheered. "Do I know him? Tell me everything immediately..."

"I'll spill in a minute. I'm not done with you yet," Annie told her. "Now what are you going to be doing while he's gone? Going into the office?"

"I don't know. The Brian Incident has put the fear in me, you know? But the office is crazy. The mail is unbelievable. Thousands by the day. Thousands. So I help Freda and answer the phone and just sort the tons of mail. We have 2 other girls now to help and Freda has been talking to Brian about opening an office in New York to handle the mail from the states alone. We'd handle just the European/Asian mail and the NY office would handle the American mail."

"Sounds like a whole lotta work, if you ask me. Now I want to ask you one question," Annie said to her. "Just one question."

"What's that?"

"How do you feel? How do you feel about George?"

Joie was silent a long time. "I miss him. I miss him a lot."

"Joie Armagh...," Annie brightened. "you're in love. You are actually in love with George Harrison."

"Am not," she answered in a blustery voice.

"You are too."

"I can't be."

"Why not?"

"I'm American. He's British," Joie stated as if that was a reason.

"What...is this the 1800's? We're allies now, you know."

Joie laughed. "Well, shit. It's just he's so... FAMOUS. I'm a California girl. Hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill after a day of beach volleyball."

"Joie, you are crazy. People fall in love all the time...for all the right reasons and sometimes for the wrong reasons. What do you say, girlfriend?"

"Well, he's not in love with me."

"Sounds to me like he's doing an awful lot to show you how he feels."

Joie thought she would change the subject. "So tell me about you. What have you been doing? Tell me about your mystery man."

"You're avoiding my questions...."

"I know."

.........

Joie thought a long time about their conversation. No one knew her better than Annie. They had been friends since first grade. Was she falling in love with George? What would she do if she was? Well, perhaps a delightful heavy petting session...followed by...uh...what? Sex would be lovely but Joie knew she had literally no experience and George was more than likely a 5-Star General when it came to bedding a bird. Joie wouldn't be able to handle the humiliation of not knowing shit..

Well, it wouldn't matter anyway, because it takes 2.

.........

"Well?" John tapped George's feet as they hung off the bed.

"Well what?" He looked up from the letter he was writing.

"C'mon, you horse's arse. Joie?? Have you told her how you feel?"

"Working on it," George gave him a sly smile.

" She, Cyn and Mo are getting to be inseparable."

"I'm glad. Really."

"So what's your stupid as shit idea?" Paul chimed in. "Like what's the plan?"

"No plan. Flying by the seat of my pants, actually," George explained. "I'm letting Joie have the reins. She's fairly shy. So I'm going to be patient."

"And while you're being patient, some doctor or lawyer or banker will sweep her away."

George shook his head. "Not Joie."

"You're daft," John and Paul echoed and left George to his letter.

Rolling over on his back, the pen tapping his chin, George thought about the girl with the lovely auburn hair. Touching her, kissing her was all he could think about. Her eyes were incredible...dark with golden flecks in her irises. She probably has no clue what he wanted to do with her.

..........

As the days went by, Joie missed George more and more. One night she actually slept in his bed, the scent of his aftershave covering his pillowcase. She pulled the pillow to her body and began moving her fingers over her flushed body. She moved slowly, touching herself and envisioned George being there with her. It was all pretty simple to please yourself...but how the fuck do you please a guy?

Hand jobs, blow jobs, penetration and orgasm. She hoped there was more than just the mechanics. Maybe it comes naturally...she hoped so anyway.

.........

The house was big and empty. She missed living with Freda. The kittens kept her company, and by now she had named them. Kit and Mouse. It seemed to fit.

But more and more, she missed home. She missed California, her dad and Jordan. She missed sunshine and hamburgers. She missed the beach. She missed Annie. She missed baseball and ice hockey. She even missed school. She had decided that when her visa was up in another 2 months, she would go home. Joie would be appreciative of everything, but she decided that California is where she belonged.

..........

He was calling from somewhere in Sweden when he and Joie began discussing her going back home. George couldn't imagine losing her now. He wished she would stay on the basis of her feelings for him, but what those were, he couldn't tell. Was she just being a good assistant or was she attracted to him? He wasn't sure what else he could do to show her he wanted all of her and, as time went by, needed her too.

"I'm going to have to face Brian at some point and I want to be able to make him happy. I'll turn in my resignation," Joie told George. "I shouldn't even be telling you this. You are really the boss, after all!"

"I gave up being my own boss when I became a Beatle," he told her, fatigue evident in his voice. "I gave up a lot when I became a Beatle."

"But George, like John said, how long could it last?" Joie said. "Enjoy it for now and figure in 5 years you will more than likely have your life back."

"None of us will be doing this in 5 years," George answered. "It's making us old already. My nervous system is shot."

"I heard about the next movie...." Joie said softly. "That will give you a break."

"But who knows when that will happen?" George said. "I figure they want it started fairly quickly....strike while we're hot, so to speak."

"We just have to get through this now," Joie said. "And we will."

"Yes, we will," George answered. "So you won't run away before I get back?"

"No, of course not," Joie laughed. "Kit and Mouse need me."

.........

Later that afternoon, a tearful Cynthia called. "I'm coming over with a bottle of wine. Julian is with my mom and I need some girl talk. John is 500 miles away and we had to get into a fight on the phone. I'm so upset...."

"C'mon over," Joie said. "I'm here."

Cyn showed up with 2 bottles of wine and 2 red, puffy eyes. She had been crying for a long time.

"He doesn't mean it half the time," Cyn said. "But he can be very cruel. Then I talked to George and he calmed me down. How things have changed since the days George followed me and John around. We've watched him grow up since he was 15."

"I know. He told me he used to tag along not understanding you and John probably wanted to be alone."

Cyn finally laughed. "I love him with my whole heart. He understands things very deeply now."

Joie exhaled a breath and nodded.

"So what are your feelings?" Cyn blurted out. "I hope you are not leading him on. He's too important to me to let him get hurt."

Joie blinked several times and shifted from her position on the floor. "Cyn, what are you talking about? I'm staying in the coach house. Nothing has happened."

"Really? It seems to me that you aren't seeing things as they really are," Cynthia said pointedly. "George is clearly crazy about you. How can you not see that?"

"What? What do you mean?"

Cyn tapped her forehead. "Don't tell me the British are more open with their feelings than the American's are...."

"Cyn, what are you saying?" Joie asked, a funny urgency building inside her.

"I'm saying everyone and their brother can see George is crazy about you. The only one who doesn't see it is you." She answered taking another sip of wine. "I mean from what I see anyway."

"George has been very good to me. I don't think he's 'crazy' about me," Joie replied with a shrug. "He's been a perfect gentleman."

"So you are saying that if he was trying to grab a feel that would prove he's interested in you?"

Joie blinked at Cyn. Tears began to well in her eyes. "No...of course not. Oh my God....."

Cyn pulled up to her knees. "Oh, don't cry. Or I'll start crying and we will never stop."

Joie's emotions were all jammed up. She was crying and laughing at the same time.

"I don't get it, Cyn...."

"He's in love with you. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Yeah. It is. I guess I'm just used to fighting off boys who just want to get a hand on you....or want your hand on them."

"Americans...."Cyn joked. "I think the key word is 'boys'. George isn't a boy. He's been through a lot and learned from it. He's a man....a man who is love with you."

"I don't really think that's true. I mean how do you know?"

"Would it matter if I told you? I mean, how do you feel?"

Joie thought for a long time and took a drink from her wine glass. "I miss him, Cyn. I miss him. I know that for sure. Nothing would make me happier than seeing him walk through that front door."

Cyn smiled brightly. "That sounds just a little like love to me."

Joie leaned forward. "I don't know what love is. I've never been in love."

"I think you know what it is. You've just never experienced it."

"When did you know that you loved John?"

Cyn looked at Joie. "When I missed him."

..........

They sat on the floor and ate the meal Joie cooked for them. Cyn opened the other bottle of wine as they cleaned up the kitchen and talked about Julian and families and clothes....and George.

"I'm not as fashionable as some of these English birds," Joie told her. "California is pretty laid back when it comes to fashion. It's not like New York or London."

"I think George likes the fresh, clean look..." Cyn teased her.

Joie laughed. "He got that full in the face the night he brought me back from London after the incident with Brian. I took a shower and had no make up or anything. I must have looked like something the dog dragged in."

"I think George was very worried about you after that. None of us could believe Brian did that to you."

"Oh, it's ok now. George came to the rescue."

"My point exactly."

Joie looked at Cyn. "I think I'm beginning to understand...."

All of a sudden, the front door swung open and George stood there with Mal. "9 am Mal. Bright and early."

"George...." Joie exclaimed, running toward the door. "What are you doing here?"

He only smiled at her. He dropped a small bag on the floor and looked at Cyn. "You girls have a nice time?"

"Very nice," Cyn said collecting her things to leave. "My cue to go."

Joie looked from George to Cyn and back again. She didn't know what to think.

"Thanks, Cyn," George said to her, kissing her cheek as she exited.

"No problem," Cyn answered. "And I'll talk to you soon Joie..."

"Bye Cyn" Joie called after her.

George made sure Cyn got into her car safely and returned to Joie. They stood 10 feet apart, Joie just looking at him.

"But...but...you're on tour...." Joie said, confused. "How....why....? Did something go wrong?

"Yeah, something went beautifully wrong." he answered, watching her carefully. "I don't want you to go back to the states, Joie. I'd really love for you to stay."

Neither of them moved. Tears began to well in Joie's eyes. She blinked quickly. All of a sudden she ran to him and jumped into his open arms. Joie buried her face into his collar and held onto him. He smelled amazing. His arms held her tightly and his body seemed to curl into her somehow.

Neither of them could let go.

"Joie...." He said softly into her neck.

"George..." she responded. "What are you doing here?"

He shifted so he was able to frame her face in his hands. He kissed her on the lips very gently. Then held her again.

"Pack a bag," he whispered.

She leaned back to look at him. "Where are we going?"

"You're going. Not me. I've got to catch a plane back to Sweden before noon tomorrow."

Joie shook her head not understanding. "So what do I pack?"

"Enough clothes to last a week or so."

"Where am I going?"

"Just be ready in 15 minutes."

Joie reached up and kissed him back. "Ok."

And she raced off to the coach house to pack a bag.

.........

She felt warm in the car for the 30 minute drive to George's parents' house. He held her hand in his lap, unwilling to let her go now that he had her.

"But George, I just can't park myself at your parents' house until you come back. It's such an intrusion..."

George shook his head. "I always thought American's busted into their neighbors houses all the time. Loose. Free. You are more worried about appearances than I thought."

"It's just that I don't know your parents....and it seems like a lot to ask. 'Oh, can a stranger come and stay for a couple of weeks'?"

"You are not a stranger. Besides, I thought you said you trusted me."

"I do...."

"Ok then," George told her. "Sit back and relax. We'll be there soon."

"But what about the cats?" she asked suddenly. "We can't leave them."

"Cyn's going to stop by."

"You planned this all out, didn't you?" she said, tilting her head at him.

[icharchivist]

you should tell us the tale of how you first got into gbf

Ooouh boy what a tale what a tale!

Under the cut because i rambled but the short story, is, my two best friends lured me in with one of my fav trope, with gorgeous men, and with indulging into my seiyuu madness.

the longer story:

The two main culprits in getting me into Granblue are two of my bestest friends, @/nalhegrande (Suzu) and @/baconplasm (Bacon). We've been friends since 2015 or so, we met via the dgm fandom revival of the time, and we've been tight knit ever since. Also at the time my blog was very ff7 themed and my url was a reference to it, which also got the two of them interested in it (relevant to the story)

anyway back in 2019 was my major Hypmic phase, so i was starting to really be into seiyuu then (and i was a huge huge fan of Saito Soma as a result). Suzu and Bacon both were playing Granblue a lot.

First thing that happened was around Granblue's 5th anni, March 2019, when 000 came out, and Suzu was reading Paradise Lost in preparation. Because Suzu busted into my DMs going "ICHA YOU WONT BELIEVE IT, SAKURAI AND SUZUKEN ARE DOING LIVING LEGACY STUFF AGAIN". Because Suzu, knowing me from my "living legacy" url days, knew exactly how to hit me with a truck, as i've been obsessed with over a decade with that trope i saw in ff7 of "the person you looked up to and cared about died in your arms and the only way you can cope is to become their legacy, to become them. But you need to find yourself again.". Which was originated by characters Suzuken and Sakurai voiced at the time.

(Suzuken and Sakurai who themselves were also there during the dgm days. the rabbit hole runs deep. dgm also has Living Legacy tropes to it btw to express how on brand it is for me. And while their characters are super important to me (my current url is a reference to the character Suzuken used to voice, it IS one of the most important character in my life), i did discover them with their roles in ff7, who genuinely shaped my life, so telling me they were replaying the same dynamic somewhere else was a siren song.)(yes that's why i never lived down the Sakurai incident lol.)

Anyway because i'm a sucker for those plots, Suzu explained it to me in major details and in tears, of Paradise Lost AND of Zero and i couldn't help but be invested, so i definitely developped an affection for Sandalphon and Lucifer just then.

(Suzu killed me by mentioning that one of my fav song, that i associated to my Living Legacy pair over here, also fit Lucifer and Sandalphon, and it immediately won me over. Stream Saturn by Sleeping at Last.)

But at the time i wasn't really fan of gacha on principle, so i didn't want to get into it, and everything to get into seemed tedious (i was seeing them tweeting raid battles everytime and all i thought was "yeah no i do not want to be perceived, hard pass"). So eventually while i thought about checking it out, i didn't actually feel like it.

Flashforward a few months during the Summer season. I see the two of them regularly lose their mind over their favorite characters. (at the time Suzu was mainly focusing on Heles and Cain. I say "at the time" because Wilnas is now one of her main husband and he wasn't even a raid battle back then. And Bacon is a Vane stan through and through and a fan of the Knights by extension.). Both of them also really like Percival!

(also yes they posted about Belial once i a while, and i knew more or less his deal then, but i admit he didn't do anything to me then. this might be the most shocking part of this story considering literally everything about this blog, and also the fact he started haunting my dreams before i officially read wmtsb, and i haven't caught a break since.)

anyway Summer 2019 was the year of LanVane SR Unit AND Percival's EX summer art. And of Summer Sandalphon while at it.

so all of those things were flooding my TL on twitter. Just couldn't scroll anywhere without seeing those.

I cared for Sandalphon thanks to Suzu at this point so i was *points* everytime i was seeing him. I've identified Vane as Bacon's boy so i was fully seeing him as a Blorbo in law at this point.

But it was my first time running into Lancelot and Percival.

And i fell in love with Percival in this one singular art.

Like i looked at it thinking he was the single most gorgeous man that had ever graced my screen. Everytime my friends were retweeting this picture i would freeze a second and stare at it mumbling "it can't be right".

Eventually i shot Bacon a message about it especially since she was the one posting most about it. But i did one slight mistake when i told her "yeah that guy you keep posting? i think i have a case of the down bad, can you tell me more about him" -------- i mixed up Lancelot's and Percival's names.

And so instead she mostly shared Lancelot and Vane stuff, and i didn't realize it was because i was wrong on the name, i just thought she went on a tangent. But because i was interested suddenly Bacon tried to grapple me in by doing what Granblue Fans do best: "if you think he's pretty WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HIM--" and she shared pictures of various characters, including, of course, Mister Sieg's Yukata art. (while i was losing my mind because i knew his VA (Kakashi from Naruto's fame, Angeal from ff7) so it was also a thing)

Anyway also this was the funniest bit of this exchange:

screenshots taken before a disaster.

you'll notice that because she just called Percival "that bitch" and because i mixed up the names causing a misunderstanding well. She couldn't properly exploit my thirsting on Percival's summer art. And Belial had to insert himself in this conversation first.

... and that's the day i started the game. or, at least, made an account.

I got very lost at the time, so the three of us made a group chat then to keep discussing gameplay stuff, and well, about anything under the sun.

They held my hand through it slowly, i participated to the summer free pulls (falling in love with Summer!Rosetta this way) and all... but i didn't play long enough to be hooked so i ended up falling off, but with the promise to my friends i'll get to it eventually.

Percival, most gorgeous man on earth, was slipping through my fingers.....

(though eventually misunderstanding was cleared lmao and friends were like "yeah actually that tracks, but we won't say a word, just come and see him")

Anyway i was hard in hypmic at the time, and especially into Saito Soma's career as a singer because of it. So my friends were also trying desperately to hook me in with various characters that shared those seiyuu, the biggest catch at the time being Shiva.

Because Soma's character then only had a SR and very little important contents. It took a few years for Feather to get some serious stories after all :). (plus he is in a total different range than i'm used to when it comes to that) (also ironically i kept pulling Randall's units over Feather's units, which originally annoyed me but then i found it really funny i kept pulling the guy who wanted to see Feather and couldn't find him. the irony of the fact i had songs by the two of them (and Lu Woh's VA) on my phone at the time escaped me for about a year (bc i admit i wasn't a major fan of the music unfortunately), where Randall was still my underrated R/SR fav character, not ready to handle the fact his seiyuu was going to play my favorite a3's character and definitely ruin my life the moment i realized he was there in gbf being a fav all along.)

On this journey, because i listened to a lot of others Soma's bands, one of the major draw ended up being the fact i listened to another band he was in with Eguchi Takuya, so when Bacon started to talk about Vane's seiyuu, i was here and armed with "oh yeah i have flirty songs by him" and having this torture device (affectionate) was a huge motivation to get into gbf even more to bully my dear friend.

then in September/October A3 came out and it ate my life away so it halted me getting more into gbf at this point (and EguTaku being in it i could still continue my torture agenda)(we all kinda got in it so it was still madness.)

Anyway then again in my usual fashion of "i don't get into hyperfixation, hyperfixation gets to me (by hunting me down for sports)" i ended up randomly having a dream about Percival, which i totally forgot about, but i was so worked up about it i grabbed the game again in November 2019 and just binged a chunk of the main story and the Dragon Knights events.

This whole mess was its own long story, because it turned out i didn't end up liking Percival in his first event appearance and i was betrayed as hell, but BFAF made me reconsider everything about him and now i'm a Percival expert and lover. But my friends were then allowed to see me in full downspiral.

But it sealed my fate. After that, i was too hooked and i didn't want to leave anymore. And while i took some breaks here and there bc of burn out, i've been playing Granblue daily ever since.

then in December or January (right in time for Light GW then) Suzu dragged me into her crew, and Bacon joined in eventually - and since both of our crew had the same problem (half of our crew was inactive, the other half was tight knit though), we ended up merging the crews' active players together, and now here we are and we've been at it for years.

(and i've read wmtsb around February/March 2020 for the full timeline - since 000 and the maydays weren't in the sidestories i had to watch them on youtube then too. I know it was the date bc it was right in time for Seeds of Redemption, the 6th anni event, and it was the most emotionally overloaded period for me as a result lmao. But it basically sealed my fate then, no way i turn away from this game after just how emotionally packed this one month was.).

so that's the long story.

the short story:

My two best friends informed me of a lovestory's trope similar to the one story that destroyed my life, of the most gorgeous man on earth, and fed right into my seiyuu madness, and now i'm stuck here with all of you to discuss Belial's balls.

the more you know, and now you know who to blame. (be nice to them, or else 🔪.)

i hope the read wasn't too tedious ahah

Take care ;D

[purpleandstarlight]

@hateweasel I think I may post a couple a little more quickly bc I have so many and I like sharing this stuff

(On the subject of Preston being hit)

My friend: Hey, better him than my ship at least...

Me: He got hit trying to shield Kris actually, so you should be more grateful

My friend: WELL DONE PRESTON!! DIE FOR THE SHIP!!

Me: NOO 💀 Anyways Cielois is reunited finally

My friend: Finally! Now everyone get out of there, before someone actually important dies!! (Sorry, Preston)

Me: Why this costant bullying towards Preston? 💀

My friend: Poor Preston...its nothing personal, i just have different priorities...

(Also to be fair with my friend...that was like, the first time I ever told her about Preston, since I began the commentary quite late and at that point most of Preston's more centered arcs had gone by..so she didnt know anything about him yet, just that he was one of the 7 and wounded)

-My friend, after i told her about Preston being poisoned by the Black Annis and the fact that he will most likely die much sooner than the others and we talked a bit about his situation: This entire last part of the arc has been SUPER sad tho...

Me:Yeah...at least the Cielois Reunion was wholesome?

My friend: And we also got the KrisDan kiss...And neither Kris nor Dan died, so it's a victory on all fronts!!

Me: I mean the battle is still going on strong 💀

My friend: ...Guess i spoke too soon then

-There was this entire discussion Metus and Alois were having while fighting and they were snapping at eachother while throwing hands and it left me Flabbergasted because it was the weirdest battle trash talk i ever read in my life. It was all about Alois talking about his relationship and Metus suggesting a restaurant for their anniversary (Wich is also the one at the beginning of Devils like to Prove...wich also left me Flabbergasted but in a much less amused way, seeing the shit Metus pulled later on during their fight at the end of DLTD...)

- I stopped with my thoughts on DLTD and just began with the DLTP ones? I probably didnt have too much to say to her considering it was so much action and stuff...

-Began saying that i would have laughed more about Alois actually going to that restaurant if not that remembering the guy made me uncomfortable because of the shit he did.

-Me: So...while reading DLTD, i asked the author a list of spoiler free memes. One of them was a name [for context, it's Baldassere]  and as I began this and heard the name for the first time i was like "Oh he must be a villain that's why he's a meme" but no actually now I met him and it's because he's a fucking idiot

-Mentioned Sister Dorothy to my friend and I was immediately stanning her SO MUCH.

-My friend was asleep when I read like the first 26 chapters or smth of DLTP (it was night) so she caught up with my texts when she woke up. The one i really want to mention first is this scenario she made up when I told her that KrisDan confessed but Kris insisted on Dan breaking up with Anastasia before they got together (She also joked in the past during DLTD that they hadn't been together for a long time or even at all and Dan just didn't get it):

Dan: Ana, i gotta tell you something...

Ana: Shoot, bro.

Dan: We can't be together anymore, because I'm actually gay and like your brother.

Ana: ...bro we haven't been together for MONTHS. I'm about to marry Lawrence, i even sent you an invitation...I also call you bro because I know you're with my brother. Do you mean to tell me you're not actually together yet?!

Dan: ...Ah

[alfavictor]

Absent Plans: Chapter 2

Summary:

“I know I was doing my duty. I’m still sorry that I lied to you, that you had to suffer and are still suffering because of me.”

OR

Armin has become the most busy man in the world. Sometimes, all he wants to do is rest and forget. But before he does, he has to make things right with someone important.  

Armin's steps dragged as he trudged through the camp, each movement heavier than the last. His eyelids drooped, burdened by the weight of fatigue. Even exhaustion didn’t quite capture Armin’s state. He had been exhausted when the walls fell around Shingshima and all that he knew disappeared with the exception of Eren and Mikasa. He had been exhausted in the month after he saw Annie with Marco’s ODM gear, constantly trying to think of excuses for her. He had been exhausted after he had eaten Bertolt inherited the Colossal Titan, kept awake with flashes of inherited memories and real memories, filled with Bertolt’s screams for the only friends he had on the continent.

“Annie! Reiner!”

He had screamed for the girl he loved and the boy he considered a brother. Armin pushed those thoughts down. It had been …a week?... since they killed Eren stopped the Rumbling. The days had turned hot, long, and unforgiving, with everyone scrambling to repair communications and transportation before they all starved. And while everyone was working together now, the ever present danger of violence loomed over their heads. There had already been more than a few raised voices and hostile glances between the Marleyans and Eldians. And while others rested in the evenings, when the sun set and physical labor was deemed too dangerous, Armin met with Secretary Muller to figure out how to keep the peace, and plan for what happened when they reconnected with the rest of the world. He hadn’t really had time to worry about anything else, like Mikasa out there all alone with Eren –. Pure, searing emotion that couldn’t be put into words began welling up, begging to be let out, but Armin blinked the tears away and swallowed it. No time for that now. Everyone, his friends who had been by his side from the beginning like Connie and Jean, the kids, Falco and Gabi, the warriors who gave up their hate to work with them to save the world Pieck, Reiner, and Annie were all counting on him to keep the peace, to keep them safe. 

Today, Muller took one look at Armin when he knocked on his door and waved him away. “There’s nothing we can do until the railroads are fixed. You look dead on your feet, get some rest.” Armin wanted to protest, but took a look at Muller’s sunken eyes and figured the order was as much for Muller’s sake as it was for Armin. 

Which left him here, now trudging through the makeshift camp. A part of him wanted to go straight to his tent and collapse. As a “leader” he had been given his own tent. But an observant part of his brain knew that he wasn’t tired enough yet, and in the darkness and silence his brain would go to places he wouldn’t come back from. 

“Humanity will be saved by you, Armin.”

Trying to find a distraction, Armin looked around. Everyone had retired to their tents, sleep assisted by 12 hours of back breaking work in the hot sun. Amid the subdued stillness, a sudden rustling of a tent flap seized Armin's attention, and he immediately recognized the figure exiting, a byproduct of years of observing her.

Annie. 

They haven't had a real conversation since everything ended. Their last real conversation had been on the boat to Odiha. He had effectively confessed his long suppressed feelings to her. Only a blush had answered him. Armin knew he was able to read people. It was part of being a good tactician, after all. And if it had been any two other people, he would have called it a confirmation of feelings, maybe love. If it hadn’t been Annie, the girl he had lied to, manipulated, and locked in an isolated prison for four years. If it wasn’t him, Armin, a burden, a fraud, a traitor to his home and a person he loved. Annie was probably just embarrassed by the confession. She had just meant to thank him for keeping her company, and had gotten unwanted advances instead. 

Armin's hand lifted hesitantly, a silent greeting extended to Annie. Annie replied softly in a tone Armin couldn’t place. “Armin.” She wasn’t looking well, not just fatigued like the rest of them but with dark circles under her eyes. 

“Annie.” Armin fidgeted; Annie met his eyes and seemed comfortable staring holding the stare. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I couldn’t. Are you headed to bed?”

“Not really.” A burst of courage motivated his next words. “I wanted to take a walk. Look at the moon a bit. Want to join me?” 

Annie simply nodded, a subtle tilt of her head inviting him to lead the way.. His courage leaving as quickly as it appeared, Armin scrambled to find more words to fill the empty air. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” Armin wanted to hit himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Stupid question. Everyone can’t sleep for similar reasons.

A momentary pause hung in the air, Armin bracing himself for a rebuke that never came. Instead, Annie's tentative voice broke the silence, “The crystal. Every time I close my eyes, I think I’ll be back there when I try to open them again.”

Armin’s stomach churned. His fault. It's always his fault. He knew Annie held him responsible for cornering her, for forcing her to lock herself in a crystal to avoid a worse fate. She had said as much before the attack on the port. It still hurt to be reminded of what he had done. “I know I don’t have a right to say this.” Armin started, trying to clearly express his thoughts. “But I’m sorry for lying to you in Stohess and trapping you.” 

They had reached a secluded cliff side, the moon shining down onto them. Armin stopped, turning around to face Annie, expecting disgust or hatred on her face. Instead, he found the beginnings of a bemused smile on her lips, and a tired fondness in her pale blue eyes. “Armin, I was the enemy. I killed Marco and was trying to capture Eren. You had to do your duty and I don’t hold that against you.” Annie spoke like they were talking about mere inconveniences, like if Armin had accidentally splashed her with water while cooking. 

“I know I was doing my duty.” Armin’s voice shook, and a flicker of concern flashed on Annie’s face. “I’m still sorry that I lied to you, that you had to suffer and are still suffering because of me.” 

The silence that followed felt heavy. Armin let his conscience continue to spill out, blinking back tears. “You probably wish you had flattened me on that scouting expedition, huh, ” he admitted, a wistful ache in his voice, “Save everyone, especially you, a lot of trouble.” A look of horror dawned on Annie’s face. Armin felt better, lighter after putting to words the thoughts running through everyone’s mind especially hers. 

Still, he realized, as Annie's gaze remained fixed on him, a cocktail of emotions swirling in her eyes—fear? alarm? concern?—, it was unbecoming of a commander to express such a sentiment. Erwin and Hange had never been so weak, let alone express it like he had just done. If he was lucky, Annie would remain quiet about it and let this embarrassing moment pass. Armin scrambled to try to fix the situation. “I apologize. I was tired and spoke inappropriately. It won’t happen again. I should rest.” Armin turned his back, intent on exiting as gracefully as possible–

A vice-like, almost painful grip on his right hand stopped him in his tracks. “Stop.” Annie commanded. She seemed to realize how hard she was gripping and relaxed her hand a bit, leaving it firm with no room to escape. “I don’t regret sparing you that day on the expedition. I could never really regret that.” Annie paused. “You kept me company after all.”

Armin turned to face Annie, hand still securely gripped. “You wouldn’t have needed company if you had just killed me–”

“I’m not done.” Annie interrupted, clearly struggling to find words. “Because I spared you, I learned that you had always wanted to explore the world outside the walls, to see the ocean. I learned about your grandfather and the straw hat that he left behind.” Annie met his eyes, and Armin was taken aback at the resolve and emotion in those orbs. “Because I spared you, I had someone to come back for, to fight for when I thought my father had already been trampled by the rumbling.” Annie bit her lip nervously, and moved closer, taking his other hand. “Because I spared you, I’m here right now with you, and I have a future to build.” 

Armin swallowed. This can’t be real. This is another one of those dreams, I’m asleep right now in the basement with Annie’s crystal. He tried to open his mouth to speak but emotion choked back any words. 

Annie seemed to understand. “I know that you’re used to speaking to me and not getting a response, but I’m here now.” Pulling him even closer, Annie held his biceps, her head almost at his chest. If it had been a different situation, Armin was sure he would be bright red. “I’ll be here for as long as you want me to be.”

The dam burst. Armin sobbed, feeling all the emotion bubbling out of him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Eren, I’m sorry. Eren-” Annie hugged him tightly as Armin settled bonelessly into her embrace, burying his face into her shoulder  “I’m so sorry Eren. Why didn’t you talk to us! We could have figured out another way. I should have caught it!” Armin cried for his friend, a boy who was dedicated to being free over all else, who was willing to sacrifice his humanity to keep his friends safe. He weeped for Mikasa, who was forced to kill the man she had dedicated her life to. For Hange, who was a more capable and honest commander than he could ever be. 

And when Armin could feel the emotions begin to ebb away, head and heart feeling lighter, he pulled his head out of Annie’s shoulder and remembered who he was in the presence of. “Annie.. I–”

“If you’re apologizing to me again I will flip you,” Annie calmly warned. Armin closed his mouth. There would be other times to bring that topic up.  “Don’t ever say anything so stupid about yourself like that again.” Armin wanted to agree, to alleviate her worry, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to Annie again. Annie softened. “I’ll remind you every time if that’s what it takes. I wasn’t joking about what I said before. I’m here now. I promise.”

“I’ll always be by your side,” Armin breathed out.

Annie's lips curved into a small grin. “I know.” Armin flushed at that. “Anyway, if I had killed you back then,” Annie continued, “I would have had to hunt myself down for that.” Armin realized she wasn’t joking, her expression becoming hard, the same one she wore in combat. 

Armin's action was instinctive, his forehead finding a resting place against Annie's. He couldn't help but notice the gentle flush that graced her cheeks. “I'm glad you didn’t then,” he mused, his eyes falling shut. And on that cliffside, at what would have been the end of the world, the two began to lay the past to rest.

A/N:

So this was a bit of a struggle. I honestly seriously considered keeping both chapters Annie PoV, but I know that Armin PoV is a challenge to write and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. And yea I can see why. I can’t figure out how insecure I want to make him since he’s all super competent leader one moment and an emotional stuttering mess the next. He needed to be emotionally intelligent enough to be a cunning strategist, but also dumb enough to miss some pretty obvious signs. Luckily, the insecurity helps with bridging that gap. 

I realized when I was writing the Annie/Armin scene that I had somehow, without planning to, written a worse version of “Tomorrow will come” by moonspirits. Sorry moonspirits, hope you don’t mind too much. 

Also very clearly, I wanted to integrate Bertholdt and the guilt Armin feels about eating a friend. But I couldn’t find a clean way to integrate it, and I realized that conversation could be an entire chapter by itself so it got scrapped. 

I’m not the greatest at writing romance, but I tried. Annie is uh definitely more competent at using words and communicating than she probably would be a week after the rumbling, but look it’s hard to write a confession of feelings if neither of the characters can communicate. And I didn’t have them kiss, given that the closest Annie gets to hugging someone in the entire canon is pseudo hugging Reiner, someone she’s known for literally more than half of her life, I feel like Annie and Armin would be the slowest of slow burns as far as contact/physical intimacy goes. Scandalous, I know. Or maybe they’re all so pent up that they’re tearing the clothes off each other, which is another fair take.

One of my major concerns in this chapter is how it works with the last one. I hopefully didn’t write Annie’s PoV as being too harsh on Armin for his actions in Stohess. I also didn’t have the time to fully develop Annie’s thought process to the point it ends up here, where she’s ready to forgive him, since it's not her PoV anymore. I think that there’s two main points that lead her to forgiveness. 1. She’s accomplished everything she’s set out to do. She’s home, has a future and returns to her dad. It’s a lot easier to forgive people when you’ve still succeeded in your primary goals. 2. She sees that Armin is genuinely sorry about it and has held onto the guilt for a long time, just like she has for betraying him and by extension the rest of the Paradisans.        As always, thank you for reading, and I welcome any comments you may have.   

[miyos-multiverse-express]

for the ask game- C is for care! What do you do to care for your pokemon, and how do they care for you?

Oh boy. This is gonna be a long one.

I have,,, so many mons now. It's a little insane. Actually, let's pack this under a cut.

Prima (Roserade, female, Shiny)

My beloved Starter. I met her when I was 16!

I pamper her relentlessly. She has a battery-charged daylight lamp back in my hut in Hisui and I have never forgotten to buy new batteries once. She gets pruned every month so she can move freely. Just. Ahhh,,, I love her very much. She protects me from so many wild Mons. She's the best 💜

Nino (Flygon, male)

The stealthiest Bug I've ever met. He is so very neat and the best ambusher I have. He gets to free-fly every evening. I hope Palina has been looking after him alright in my absence...

Linux (common Arcanine, male)

My trusty partner in ingredient searching! Seriously, Linux probably remembers more about cooking than I do. He gets along great with Palina's pack, too - I'm at least very sure he's doing just fine.

Passenger (Galvantula, female)

This not-so-little-anymore buddy evolved during our travels through Route 6 yesterday! (Amongst others - I'll get to that in a moment.)

I got her from Boss Emmet and she lived in my pockets for half a week before I noticed her. She's surprisingly good at snapping me out of moods - and my battery buying has doubled because of her. Right now, I have to keep her in her ball more often than not - Ren has arachnophobia, after all.

Thera (Sylveon, female)

THERA MY BELOVED. My therapy Mon - hence the, uh, rather uncreative nickname, heh. Arc, she's the best. I buy her... a lot of treats. Probably too many. She deserves all of them for dealing with my,,, immense amount of psychological issues. The anxiety is just the start, really.

Annie (Mismagius, female)

For lack of access to Thera at the time, Annie ate my anxiety for several weeks, which... probably contributed to why she's a lot more chill than others of her evolutionary line. I... really hope she's okay, wherever she ended up when I got to Galar...

Jet (Altaria, male)

My first real flyer! Saved my ass during the Michina Incident. I sing together with him a lot. Or, I did.

Cymbal (Togepi, male)

The other member of our impromptu musical troupe! Baby. Literal baby. I hatched him from an egg. Oh arc, I hope he's okay...

Isle (Gastrodon West Sea, male)

Probably my most adventurous Mon, I found him lost in the wrong half of Sinnoh during my... roughly two months with the Chosen Kiddo. Always keeps his cool - in that he's always very enthusiastic about whenever we ended up. A bit annoying when we got lost, but... he's a sweetheart, really. Likes mud baths a LOT, much to my clothes' misfortune.

Hanabi (Cinderace, female)

Her and Kuroko are probably the quickest growing Mons I have... probably because I fed them EXP candies as treats. (Seriously. I got her a week ago at Level 5. It's a little insane.)

Hanabi likes dragging me around a lot - at least she's learned pretty quickly that she doesn't fit on my shoulders anymore... Much like Isle's positive nature, her enthusiasm keeps me grounded in the present.

Kuroko (Corviknight, female)

My second Flyer! Though I haven't used her as one just yet - she only evolved yesterday, after all. Much like Hanabi, she gets EXP candies as treats for good behaviour.

We met by way of her literally smacking into my face. She's great! A bit of an attention hog. I think Hanabi and her have developed a bit of a rivalry, actually. Despite that, they work together really well. I should test them out in a Double Battle sometime.

Conductor (Litwick, male)

The newest member of my (increasingly big) Pokémon team! I caught him during the Fire Gym mission, and he immediately reminded me of home, so he stayed.

I know better than to feed it too much of myself this time, so. Uh. I did something else which might have been just as bad of an idea.

the little tyke feeds off of me!

... believe it or not, Fragment volunteered. I think he likes the little candle.

[flovverworks]

returning to ydays post so gbf spoilers for the event for sure, probably mhyk spoilers too

Morimori: But what's so wrong about forgetting? It's not his fault. And it's not Erbsu's or Nerine's either. Even the past town elders were forced to make tough decisions. Running from reality and forgetting the bad things is how we as people can live happy, treeful lives. Drusilla: Are you perhaps encouraging me? Morimori: I thought that was obvious. Even if you end up forgetting Nerine, you're not to blame.

this EXCHANGE........1) nerine's entire thing alrdy had me bawling but. i was alrdy thinking about these topics since ive been thinking about type0 again...@_@ i DO run off akira rmbring the wizards & everything, i talked about this a while back, but it IS true that arthur&co forgot the old sage's face & name almost immediately. theres a lot of fanwork too revolving around akira being forgotten/forgetting too (more strongly in the forgetting side, while forgotten rly is mostly.....name&face. points to yorushika's usotsuki for the billionth time). riquet's anni card about riquet's book.....there is sage's book, so why not make akira's book too? 1.5 with them not telling anyone what actually happened that night, and akira silently wishing that someone will one day ask them about their story. ive had this thought for soooo long too about akira writing down everything they rmbr of the wizards&their world when they return to their world, in order to not forget, in order to not lose it. 'you're not to blame' did a number on me big time

Nerine: I'm not sure why, but it feels like this sort of thing calls for more than a… thing. Drusilla: You mean a story would be better? Nerine: Whoa, how'd you know? I was going to write one as soon as I got back to the forest! Drusilla: I thought it might be worth learning from your example as well. Nerine: My example? Are you going to write a story too? Then this trip'll be great inspiration! Let's have lots of fun until the very last minute!

which essentially goes into this exchange too,,,,,T_T rather than an item, writing a story......telling a story......even if its not read by anyone, something that you can read and remember.......memories fade, stories remain, all that....

Drusilla: Sigh… All I wanted was for you to experience normal town life. Nerine: Huh? But that's impossible. I'm with you, aren't I? That makes it too special to be normal. Drusilla: …! I-I'm impressed you can say such things without even a hint of embarrassment.

akira before vs after meeting the wizards (but rly.....voicing ur feelings rather than keeping them inside....T_T

Nerine: How am I supposed to smile! I don't want to say goodbye! We haven't even eaten cake together yet! I can't believe this is the end! That I'll never see you again! Drusilla: This is the worst! I want to spend more time with you! Forget being special! Why couldn't we have met under normal circumstances!

figaros fkng mahopa. school april fools. that one chocolate meeting place vday event. theres another time where akiras like 'will i too be able to wave goodbye while smiling?' or whatever but i cant rmbr which event it is. anyway i was BAWLING

Drusilla: Thanks to Nerine, I realized something. I'm special to Nerine, and she's just as special to me. But it's not just her—the crew, my friends, and my family are all incredibly important to me. And they all have people who are important to them. Everyone is special to someone.

;_; 2nd anni............................1.5.......................pt2.............................. everyone is special to someone.......

theres admittedly also the mhyk 3rd anni website txt,,,

Even fairy tales without happy endings can one day be cherished all the same.

gggggg i wANT THE HAPPY ENDINGS THOOOOO korwa is so right for always talking about that. either way the full text talking about weaving a tale and similar,,,,i havent read that anni story still but the cards with 'capturing a moment'...T_T anyway i have an entire side thought on "happy", especially in regards to pt2 focus charas but ill get into that when pt2 is finished im so emotionally drained after this event + today.

there IS also an entire subject on the forgetting in the event in regards to gran's feelings in current msq but ill take that on gran someday. also especially the first part.....in regards to the part in 1.5 that makes it iffy whether akiras alive or not (especially considering what the Common isekai plot is)........i have thoughts regarding all that & how brad looked at akira when speaking about nova + how faust thought nova reminded them of akira in that 'u r not from here' way, but i still havent read ch17 and overall i assume theyre gonna drop the entire thing on us during pt2? so ill come back to that l8r but in general. man. this event story........im not used to being the target audience this often, last time was sui?? and before that sincerely???? 3 events within one year....waow.....

anyway im drained

[chadswifey]

Niagara Falls, NY & Ontario

Our last, but certainly not least, destination in our top 10 comes in 2 forms.

One is the New York side, for when your Mom loses your passport (much less extravagant). Two is the Canadian side for when you go back the next year and had to pay another $150 because your Mother lost your passport. I wasn't too bitter :P.

New York side, not too shabby, you get soaked when you go down to the Falls view. We loved it the first time because we had no other choice.

Get your passport, go to the Canadian side, and stay at the Embassy Suites by Hilton Fallsview! (see view below) You will thank me, I promise. You can get a suite to view the falls, they light up all night, you can open your window and hear them roaring all night long, Magnificent!

There is so much going on downtown, and some much to do within walking distance. We parked in the garage underneath and did or thing. So many gift shops, so little time. Traffic is busy at night, I think we were there on a Saturday though, but it is so great.

The one thing we haven't done, but will do the next time we run by, is go on the boat that takes you down below the falls. Annie, my best friend, story on all of us and how we all met later, loved it. They give you a tour and you get soaked. Totally worth it, I hear. Grab lots of Ontario souvenirs. Like us though, don't worry about paying with your debit and credit card. Your bank just changes over the amounts of your purchases to Canadian money. Love, love, love it here!

Honorable mentions coming up!

[johnny-kobayakawa-television2015]

Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys, Starring Blue Train with Friends (Story 27): Mrs. Kyndley's Christmas

It was almost time for Christmas. Annie and Clarabel were packed full of people and parcels. Thomas was having very hard work. "Come on! Come on!" he puffed. "We're feeling so full!" grumbled the coaches. Thomas looked at the hill ahead. "Can I do it? Can I do it?" he puffed anxiously. Then to his surprise, he saw a handkerchief waving from a cottage window. Thomas felt better at once. "Yes I can, yes I can," he puffed bravely. He pulled his hardest, and was soon through the tunnel and resting at the next station.

"That was Mrs. Kyndley who waved to you, Thomas," his Driver told him. "She has to stay in bed all day." "Poor lady," said Thomas, "I feel sorry for her."

Engines have heavy loads during Christmas time, but Thomas and Toby didn't mind when they saw Mrs. Kyndley waving.

But then it began to rain. It rained for days and days. Thomas didn't like it, nor did his Driver. "Off we go Thomas!" he would say. "Pull hard and get home quickly; Mrs. Kyndley won't wave today."

But whether she waved or not, they always whistled when they passed the little lonely cottage. Its white walls stood out against the dark background of the hills. "Hello!" exclaimed Thomas's Fireman. "Look at that!" The Driver came across the cab. "Something's wrong there," he said. Hanging flapping and bedraggled from a window of the cottage was something that looked like a large red flag. "Mrs. Kyndley needs help I expect," said the Driver, and put on the brakes. Thomas gently stopped. The Guard/Conductor came squelching through the rain up to Thomas's cab, and the Driver pointed to the flag. "See if a Doctor's on the train and ask him to go to the cottage; then walk back to the station and tell them we've stopped."

The Fireman went to see if the line was clear in front. Two passengers left the train and climbed to the cottage. Then the Fireman returned. "We'll back down to the station," said the Driver, "so that Thomas can get a good start." "We shan't get up the hill," the Fireman answered. "Come and see what's happened!" They walked along the line and round the bend. "Jiminy Christmas!" he exclaimed, "go back to the train; I'm going to the cottage."

He found the Doctor with Mrs. Kyndley. "Silly of me to faint," she said. "You saw the red dressing-gown? You're all safe?" asked Mrs. Kyndley. "Yes," smiled the Driver, "I've come to thank you. There was a landslide in the cutting, Doctor, and Mrs. Kyndley saw it from her window and stopped us. She's saved our lives!" "God bless you, ma'am," said the Driver, and tiptoed from the room.

They cleared the line by Christmas Morning, and the sun shone as a special train puffed up from the junction. First came Toby, then Thomas with Annie and Clarabel, and last of all, was Henrietta. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt was there, and lots of other people who wanted to say "Thank you" to Mrs. Kyndley. "Peep! Peep! Happy Christmas! whistled the engines as they reached the place. The people got out and climbed to the cottage. Thomas and Toby wished they could go too.

Mrs. Kyndley's husband met them at the door. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt, Thomas's Driver, Fireman, and The Guard/Conductor went upstairs, while the others stood in the sunshine below the window.

The Driver gave her a new dressing-gown to replace the red one spoilt by the rain. The Guard/Conductor brought her some grapes, and the Fireman gave her some woolly slippers, and promised to bring some coal as a present from Thomas, next time they passed.

Mrs. Kyndley was very pleased with her presents. "You are very good to me," she said. "The passengers and I," said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt, "hope you will accept these tickets for the South Coast, Mrs. Kyndley, and get really well in the sunshine. We cannot thank you enough for preventing that accident. I hope we haven't tired you. Goodbye, and a happy Christmas."

Then going quietly downstairs, they joined the group outside the window, and sang some carols before returning to the train.

Mrs. Kyndley is now at Bournemouth, getting better every day, and Thomas and Toby are looking forward to the time when they can welcome her home.

Story End

[esters-notepad]

Day three of the @chrumblr-whumblr challenge: carrying. These stories are coming together better than I thought they would. Some Johnny Cash songs are pretty dark and well suited for whump, but so far I haven't hit any of those. Today's song was a love song: I walk the line. Enjoy!

Don't die, Annie. Please don't die. I'm nothing without you. Please hang on. I'll carry you to the road, and then we can flag somebody down and get help. Please don't die. I love you. And I haven't told you yet. You're a miracle, so different from the party girls. I never knew it was possible to have so much fun without booze. I never knew the woods are so beautiful. I love hanging out at your house. Your folks don't shout at each other, and your mom can cook, and your granny can sew, and your little brother is a fun guy. Who knew playing with a ten-year-old could be fun? And going for a walk with you, it's like coming to another world. Trees aren't just trees, they're maples and beeches and oaks and pines. Birds aren't just birds, they're starlings and jays and sparrows and robins. It's awesome. You're awesome

I still can't see the road. It has to be at the end of this path. It has to, or else I'm lost. Please hang on, Annie! We'll get there somehow. I can't lose you now. I can't go back to my old life. I mean, dancing all night was fun, in a way. The flashing lights on the dance floor, booze, smoke, hot girls. But the next day I'd have to stay in bed all day, queasy and headachey, with the curtains pulled because I couldn't stand the daylight. My old buddies would take me back, but... I don't want to. I want to be like you. Boring. Square. Decent grades at school, a decent job afterwards. Awake when it's light, sleeping when it's dark. No quarrels with the cops. No hangovers. Sunday morning church. Never tell anybody, but I actually liked it at your church. I've barely been, otherwise. Always thought it was for old people and losers. Be nice, do what we tell you, go to heaven, sing in the angel choir. Boring. But that Jesus guy actually seems rad. It was great when he told all the Pharisees off. Why do people say that church is all about doingcwhat you're told, if Jesus was such a rebel?

You're getting heavy. Please don't die. I'll carry you. I have to. I thought I was a big, strong guy. Compared to my old buddies, I was. And then I met your dad. I want to be like him when I'm older. The way he can lay bricks all day, and then come home and be in a good mood, and fix the house and play with your little brother and the dogs and help your mom with the laundry and you with your math homework. Your dad could have carried you all the way home without breaking a sweat. That's who I want to be when I've grown up.

Please, Annie. Hang on. Stay with me. I want to stay with you. You're a miracle. I love you.