#her name is Chester she is an asshole

[starfruitssmoothie]

this does not stop her

[asskickedbygirl]

Hey there!

First of all: I love your work, you're doing a great job and I really love your writing style!

I'd like to request something (if you don't want to write that it's cool). I had some kind of a down time for the past few weeks and need something funny/comforting. I thought of maybe reader being a medic on the set of jackass and she and bam and Ryan had a troubled past. So when she sees them she's like "oh please don't get hurt" and the other boys are teasing her like "oh, are you worried about them?" And she's like "god no I don't want to see their faces more than I need to."

And bam or Ryan kinda start to like her and is jealous when the other guys try to flirt with her.

Can end in smut, even though I'm ace and not a smut fan, but the stuff you write is so good, I can totally live with that.

Thanks for your fics and happy new year!

Tell Me

[Ryan Dunn x F!Reader]

A/n: ASSKICKEDBYGIRL WRITING FLUFF FOR ONCE?!?!?!? 😱😱yeah there's a shock. thank you for the req sorry it took me a while to get around to it but thank you for saying that too!!! I've missed writing I wish I didn't have a life.

warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, cursing

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"You might be busy today, looks like Bam and Ryan are gonna fuck something up." Jeff tutted, glancing over to where the crew were setting up.

"God I hope they don't get hurt."

Johnny overheard what you said, a smirk appearing on his face as he wandered over to where you and Jeff were stood.

"And why's that? You got a crush? Worrying your pretty little head over em?" He laughed, ruffling up your hair as you tried pushing him off.

"God no. I don't wanna see their faces more than I have to."

Johnny's brows narrowed, unsure of why you had some sort of vendetta against the two buffoons from West Chester.

"They went to high school together." Jeff answered Johnny's confusion for you before leaving the two of you be.

"Ah I see. One of them an ex or something?"

You shook your head, scoffing.

"Definitely not. They were just idiots that's all."

Johnny could tell you were leaving some detail out as you continued setting up your station, the job you were supposed to be doing instead of chatting with the star of the movie.

"Did they pick on you? Cause' if that's the case I can kick their asses for you. We'll call it reparations."

Johnny's sweet talking pulled a little smile from you though you kept your eyes trained on the ground, afraid you might fall into Johnny's sunken ones as crushing on coworkers was totally a no-go in the professional sense.

"No it's okay. They were kind of assholes to a lot of people so it's not really considered picking on me. Just boys being dumb."

Johnny nodded, biting his lip.

"Well hell maybe they've changed, they're only jackasses professionally now!"

You laughed, glancing up to meet Johnny's eyes.

"Yeah, maybe they just keep the assholery for when they're getting paid."

Before you could launch into any further discussion with the heart throb, the two cast members you'd least like to speak to darted over, calling your name.

"Did you miss us?" Ryan laughed, wrapping an arm around you like you were the best of buds.

"Can't say I did Dunn." You awkwardly shoved his arm off of you, trying your best to continue unpacking though Bam sitting on top of your workplace made that rather difficult.

"Oh come on, you had to have missed me after I dropped out!" Bam chuckled, leaning back, Johnny simply observing the mini high school reunion.

"I will say Bam, Raab shitting on those lockers was the best thing he ever did, got rid of the two of you!"

That's when Johnny finally interjected, laughing whole-heartedly and clutching his chest.

"Raab did what?!"

"You don't know this? Raab got expelled for smearing shit on a bunch of lockers so Bam dropped out." Ryan smiled, relishing in relaying the story despite the fact he wasn't actually there to experience it.

"Chris committed a string of shit related crimes but that one was truly the last straw." You nodded, smiling at Johnny's joy.

"Well hey, they were pretty funny, you have to admit." Bam extended his arm, attempting to grasp some humour from you.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use... disgusting seems more fitting. Plus you guys were dickheads back then."

Bam and Ryan matched faces of confusion.

"What are you talking about? We were dumb kids everyone just ignored." Bam said, Ryan nodding along.

"Seriously? You don't remember?"

There was an awkward silence then, Bam and Ryan racking their brains trying to understand what the hell you were on about.

"Remember what?" Ryan asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek, glancing between the two boys and remembering Johnny was right there too, witnessing this strange sort of confrontation. You weren't sure if you really wanted to unload the words that swirled in your head through in your teen years in front of the guy you kinda liked, the idea was not exactly appealing.

"Whatever, forget it." You bit your tongue, grabbing something and pretending you had something else to attend to when you were just desperate to make an escape.

***

After that awkward little encounter Bam and Ryan seemed to be making an array of unnecessary visits to your station, pestering you for band aids and asking if random bruises 'looked okay'.

"Bam you've had thousands of bruises in your lifetime, I'm sure you know that looks perfectly normal."

"Alright yeah, I just wanted to come talk to you before Dunn or Knoxville had a chance." Bam pulled down the leg of his pants as your brows narrowed.

"What are you talking about?"

Bam grinned at you, like he knew something you didn't.

"No it's nothing, I just like talking to you."

Bam's glimmering eyes were seeping into you but it wasn't really working, in fact he was becoming more of a nuisance than anything else.

"Well I appreciate the fact you enjoy my company but I'm kinda trying to work here."

Bam rolled his eyes, not giving up.

"Oh come on. No one's hurt you don't have any work to do, just tell me why I was an ass and I'll leave."

As soon as the words left Bam's lips a yell was heard where Johnny was performing a stunt followed by a 'Medic!" shout.

"Fuck." You muttered, grabbing your kit and running over to where Johnny lay clutching his ankle.

"I think I broke it." He spoke through gritted teeth, eyes shut tightly.

You removed Johnny's hand to see the area was already swelling.

"Help me get him to the tent, I have an ice pack there." You called out to someone, Ryan jumping into play as he swung Johnny's arm around his shoulder while you did the same with his other arm, helping him up and steadying him.

A gaggle of people tried to follow you along but you shooed them off.

"He'll be fine, Jeff can you tell everyone to fuck off please?" You called out, Jeff simply shooting you a thumbs up and waving away any stragglers.

As you, Ryan and Johnny eventually made it to the med tent to sit Johnny down, you noticed a stray had followed you along.

"I don't need both of you here." You called out to Ryan and Bam who both pretended to look mightily concerned as Johnny winced and you fetched the ice pack.

"I'll stay." They both said in unison, earning a glare from you.

"I think I can handle a sprained ankle guys, goodbye." You pushed Ryan and Bam out of your tent and closed the curtains, turning to face Johnny.

"Sorry about those idiots, they won't fucking leave me alone." You muttered, removing Johnny's shoe and sock and placing the ice pack on his swollen ankle, causing him to suck sharply through his teeth.

"You think I fucked it up badly?"

"Nah, probably just a sprain even though it might seem a lot worse, you'll have to use crutches for a bit though."

Johnny sighed, looking pissed off.

"Well there goes two weeks where I can't do shit."

There was an awkward silence in the tent then as you kneeled below him, lifting his foot with your hand to elevate it.

"You know they probably like you right?"

"What?" For being so irritated and in pain, Johnny was really gonna bring up Bam and Ryan?

"The idiots. They have massive crushes on you, I know it."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"You're delusional."

Johnny smiled, staring at you below him, rooting through your bag for bandages.

"I think I'm very lusional actually."

"Oh god, lusional? He's losing it nurse this must be something far more serious!" You laughed, wrapping the bandage tightly around Johnny as he laughed too, wincing through the pain.

Bam and Ryan stood outside the tent waiting for you, their ears only being filled with joyous laughter, their teeth now grinding together.

"Think they need help?" Bam folded his arms, beginning to grow impatient.

"She likes him. Of course she fucking does, what girl doesn't like Knoxville." Ryan spat under his breath, kicking the ground beneath his shoe.

"You know, maybe if we weren't such dicks in high school she might give us the time of the day." He added, turning away from the tent to fuck off somewhere, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Come on dude, we weren't that bad." Bam called out but Ryan shook his head.

"Well clearly we were if she can't stand talking to us for more than two fucking seconds." He went off in a huff, regret coursing through his veins at the unknown actions of his teenage self.

Who knew being a bit of a dick in high school would come back to bite you in the ass?

***

It was a Friday night and the crew were off drinking at a local bar after a week of filming. Knoxville had been sentenced to two weeks on crutches and so was hobbling around the bar with them while Bam and Ryan were still falling over each other trying to talk to you. You sat in a booth next to Chris, sipping on your vodka soda and trying to ignore the pestering Bam who was getting more and more drunk by the minute when suddenly he spoke your name all serious.

"Just tell me how Ryan and I were such dicks to you in high school and I promise I'll fuck off."

You were pulled away from your lively conversation to be met with yet another awkward confrontation.

"Bam I don't wanna get into this, seriously." Bam threw his arm over your shoulder and pressed his finger against your lips.

"Just tell me! I'm sorry I was an asshole cause' now I really wanna bang you."

"Alright Bam! That's enough of that!" Like a deus ex machina, Ryan graciously came to your rescue, dragging his drunk friend away from you and pushing him towards another group of Jackass people.

Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Sorry about him, whiskey is like his truth serum."

You just shook your head laughing, still in a state of disbelief.

"Well I wasn't expecting a love confession to go like that."

"He has a way with words." Ryan laughed, shrugging.

"I'm going to the bar and am not ordering whiskey." Chris murmured, sliding out from the booth and leaving you and Ryan alone.

"So you and Bam really wanna know why I didn't like you when we were younger huh?"

Ryan took a sip from his drink, trying to act as if he didn't care as much as his inebriated best friend.

"I mean, kinda but- yeah. Yeah we do wanna know."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

Ryan's eyes widened.

"You will?"

"I will. but! only if you tell me one thing."

"Anything, what is it?" Ryan nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you have a crush on me too?" Your smile widened, eyes burrowing into his own.

Ryan laughed awkwardly, eyes spinning around the room trying to avoid your gaze.

"Oh come on, what are we 16?"

"Well you wanna know why I thought you guys were assholes at 16 so?"

Ryan bit his lip, considering his options when he just settled on biting the bullet.

"Fine. Yeah I do have a crush on you. That's why I wanna know why you're not giving me any chances so bad."

You smiled smugly, picking up Ryan's glass of whiskey.

"God this stuff really is truth serum!"

You both shared a moment of laughter before settling down.

"Alright I'll tell you. Sophomore year you were a Senior. I kinda liked your hair and I thought you were cute."

Ryan bit back a smile.

"I was at my locker and you and Bam were talking and I kinda overheard your conversation."

Ryan winced at that.

"Well that's never good."

You scratched the back of your head, smile faltering slightly when you remembered what you were about to spill, the alcohol in your system making your lips a little looser.

"Well you know I was pretty quiet in high school. Didn't really talk to anyone except my close friends."

Ryan nodded, straying away from any jokes as he noticed your change in demeanour.

"Since I was so quiet I could kinda fly under the radar, overhear things nobody thought I would hear, I was kind of invisible like that. Anyways, one day you and Bam were talking about girls."

Your eyes were stuck on the table, not wanting to look up and back out of what Ryan had lured you into saying.

"I noticed Bam kinda nodded his head towards me and asked you 'What about her?' I didn't hear the first part but knew it had something to do with sex or dating or whatever."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Ryan was turning red, already embarrassed before he was even told what he had to be embarrassed about.

"And you said something like 'Fuck no she's a prude. Just an uptight bitch.'"

Ryan swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to his shoes.

"Then Bam was like 'Yeah she's a cunt. Wouldn't fuck me if I was dying.' and then you just laughed and walked off."

There was quiet then, Ryan shaking his head and sighing.

"Look I don't hold it against you. You were just asshole teenagers and I'm sorry for acting like a bitch late-"

"No stop." Ryan stuck his hand out, interrupting your apologetic spiel.

"I was a fucking dickhead, I'm sorry for saying that shit, it wasn't even true."

You smirked, biting your lip.

"It was kinda true. Still is."

Ryan met your eyes then, his expression hiding a smile

"I just said that bullshit cause' I thought you were cute and I didn't want Bam to get his grubby hands on you."

You rolled your eyes, properly laughing then.

"Oh fuck off Dunn. Don't pull that 'He's only mean because he likes you!' shit on me now!"

Ryan shook his head, smile growing.

"I'm serious! Why do you think Bam and I are falling over our feet trying to talk to you now?!"

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms, smirk pulling at your lips.

"Are you telling me this whole time the older kid I thought was cute also thought I was cute?"

Ryan smiled before wetting his lips, arm moving himself closer to you.

"And what if I am?"

You laughed heartily, pushing Ryan's chest.

"Don't put your moves on me Dunn. Did you forget I'm a prude?"

He rolled his eyes again, chuckling.

"Come on let me walk you home before Knoxville breaks something else that you need to look at."

Ryan reached his hand out to pull you out of the booth.

"Jealous already Dunn? Guess you really are the type."

You allowed yourself to get dragged up, Ryan slipping his arm around your shoulder to usher you out of the bar.

"Hey where the fuck are you two going?!" Bam slurred out, bringing everyone's attention to you and Ryan.

You half smiled, unsure of what to say. That's when your eyes met with Johnny's as you witnessed him compute in real time what was happening. When he realised who you were going home with that night he simply smiled and winked at you. How was he always right?

"Taking her home asshole." Ryan called out, wasting no time in pulling you away, the urgency making you laugh.

As you walked down the streets of West Chester, Ryan's hand moved down to hold you by your waist, whispering crude comments about passer-bys in your ear to make you laugh when eventually you reached your apartment building.

"Thanks for walking me home." You smiled, holding your hand over where Ryan was holding your waist and turning to face him.

You looked into each others eyes for a moment, both of you smirking uncontrollably.

"I'd invite you in but, you know I'm a prude so."

Ryan rolled his eyes as you cackled, slapping his chest.

"I deserve that."

You smiled sweetly as Ryan did too, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a millisecond as your faces got closer.

"I don't think we should do anything tonight but..." You brought your hand up to rest on Ryan's cheek, rubbing his face with your thumb.

"I could give you something else." You whispered, leaning in and kissing him.

Ryan kept his hold on your waist but moved his other hand to touch your own face, deepening the kiss. He pushed your body to be closer to his own, moving his lips against yours roughly, beard grazing your chin. Before things could escalate any further you pulled away, allowing yourselves to catch your breath.

"You foiled my plan." Ryan laughed, brushing your hair off of your face.

"What?"

"My plan this whole time was to get the prude to sleep with me ten years later, it was strategy all along."

You both laughed.

"I see, you really plan ahead. I guess I'll just have to sleep with you now."

Ryan quirked an eyebrow at your obviously sarcastic response, resulting in a punch to the arm. You laughed pulling away from his hold on you.

"Goodnight Ryan." You turned your back to him and began unlocking the door as he still stood behind you. As the door opened you turned around, smirking before kissing him one last time for the night.

"Call me."

"I'd be an idiot not to."

"What's new?"

End.

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[kitkatt0430]

Barry and Iris for the blorbo bingo?

Barry:

So much angst and PTSD in this one thanks to all of the trauma he's experienced throughout the show; he needs therapy but since therapy contributed to his childhood trauma... yeah, that's not happening. That said, Barry pulls off pathetic meow meow so well. The episode where he's begging to be allowed to hold his baby in S6? Even the gifs make me tear up for this poor man's trauma.

He's an absolute asshole sometimes, though. And you can always tell when he's being petulant, it is written all over his face. But honestly, bratty Barry is still such a fun character.

While he was much less oblivious to flirting in the early seasons, I feel a bit like finally getting with Iris just completely shut down his ability to parse romantic relationships/flirting from other people. See the spinning wheel/lights are on nobody's home expression when he learns that his daughter is being flirted with by the villainess of the episode (whats-her-name? whatever, what's important is you can look at Barry and hear the wii music playing) or being blindsided by the Chester/Allegra ship.

And while Barry is not the first person to come to mind as Team Dad, since Joe was kind of forcibly semi-retired from the team slowly in the final couple of seasons due to his actor's health concerns, Barry did kind of become Team Dad in the end. Which I guess works out well since the show ended with him becoming a literal dad, finally. (I've been saying give that man a baby since S6.) (Forces see him as a dad figure what? No idea... that's just silly... never happened.)

Iris:

Iris is perfect and I will accept no complains. Maybe I should have checked the Mary Sue box because she's just that awesome. This is my Iris, no substitutes.

Cisco may be my favorite but so is Iris. Iris is definitely the adult in the room, the keeper of the braincell. Though she is also ready to jump out the window at a moments notice because Nora and Bart did not get all their crazy from Barry. Absolutely not.

She has also had more than her fair share of angsty trauma, but at least she's finally getting group therapy for some of it.

Despite Cecile becoming Team mom when she finally joined the team, Cecile somehow transitioned away from that in the last couple of seasons. Iris took over the roll to some degree, but in a way that was kind of annoying compared to how Barry took over Team Dad from Joe. It did feel like Cecile got to be everyone's friend in a way that Iris was denied. :/ (Cecile deserved that friendship, I just wish Iris got to have more of that too.)

I'm really glad she finally gets to have baby Nora in her arms at the end of the show. She hurt so much over losing Nora 1.0 too and I'm so glad that she no longer has to fear Nora accidentally erasing herself again. Because there is her baby right there, she's holding her.

[beyondthemic]

The Emptiness Machine

Yeesh. Linkin Park has had a MONTH.

On reflection, I like the Emptiness Machine, the new single. It's definitely Minutes to Midnight vibes. More simple guitar licks and nothing crazy, but definitely still LP. I do like the split of vocal duties between Mike… and the new… EMILY. They seem to fit pretty well together, and if this indication of what's to come.. I'm excited for this album. I mean, it's new LP. How can you not be at least somewhat excited?

I do think a buddy of mine is right though - with a new singer, honor Chester's legacy and create a new band. Let LP be LP and make a new thing. Everyone will still know it's LP, and its hard to imagine that you'd 'drop' fans because people don't know who you are, so there is some stomach churning that this does feel like a cash grab from Mr. Shinoda more than anything. I mean, of course he wants to make music, and has continued to do so, but like, you just couldn't do a new thing? What's the PRO of keeping the LP name? You're not continuing exactly as you were.. you've got a new singer, a new drummer, the guitarist isn't coming back.. so .. it's new, isn't it? IDK - that does feel a bit icky to me. I half get it, but still.

However, to Emily's credit.. I think she does pretty decent job replicating Chester's vocal range (minus his low low end which is why I think you've heard some key changes on a few tracks), and has some cool grit that carries pretty decently. And having never heard of Dead Sara before (who's apparently been around for quite some time!?) the girl definitely has chops that she can translate what she was clearly comfortable doing in a past band, to what LP is. You also gotta give her some credit here. She's stepping in ABSOLUTELY massive shoes to fill. The confidence that this girl has to have and the armor to go out there and sing Chester's stuff has got to be hard. Maybe that's a bit of what scientology offers a person? Man that was an interesting controversy too - LP (and Mike) HAD TO HAVE KNOWN that was coming and it just seems like either they didn't think it'd blow up in the way that it did, or .. IDK man. I feel like her apology post was about as good as it could have been, but the whole mess does still rub you in slightly the wrong way, and for a return announcement of one the biggest bands in the world, to have TWO issues that make you feel .. not the best, is probably not the best.

I mean, at the end of the day, i'm still a music guy at heart. So, of course not forgiving behavior, but if the music is awesome, i'll keep listening. I just hate it when people are assholes. So, hoping Mike is doing this for the right reasons and the legacy of this great band won't be tainted in the wrong way.

[the-silliness-system]

okay uh intro post

hiii. we're the silliness system, and welcome to our side blog. we made this bc. why not. so. yeah. welcome!!

#silliness system fictivez blogging - block this tag if you don't wanna see our posts on the total drama tag

more info under the cut!!:

-please interact

-thin ice

-dni

-pronouns

-rules for asks

-tag guide

please interact:

-other total drama fictives (preferably if you're physically under 18)

-artists and writers (you guys are cool)

-other systems!! hello!!

-other transmascs!! hi!!

-just uh. cool ppl in general.

thin ice:

-coderra, scike, n malejandro shippers (we're not rlly comfortable w/ hearing abt ppl shipping us in lots of detail. asks like "did you have a crush on x" or "how did you feel abt x" are okay though.)

-gore accounts. don't send it to us and ig you're fine??

-people who say a lot of slurs on their blog. only if you can reclaim them. people who say slurs they can't reclaim, dni!!

-anyone who makes kys jokes. don't say it to us and you're fine.

dni:

-racists, homophobes, transphobes, and ableists

-endos/"mixed origin systems"

-people who make nsfw of minors (this includes writing, asmr, and headcanons. not just art. even if they're "aged up for the art/writing/asmr/headcanon")

-anyone who hate furries/therians/alterhumans for no reason (what did they do to you???)

-anti sfw agere/age play accounts

-proshippers/radqueers/transdid

-anti recovery/pro ed

-anti recovery/pro sh

-people who say slurs they can't reclaim

here's everyone + pronouns

Ezekiel - He/Him (questioning they)

Cody - He/They

Sierra/Sisi (pronounced cece)/Kat/Strawberri (go crazy) - She/Cat/They (pretty much any neos)

Mike - He/She

Chester - He/Him

Vito - He/Him

Manitoba - He/Him

Svetlana - She/Her

Mal - anything but she/her. go crazy.

Zee - literally anything. go crazy.

we will be taking asks, but we do have rules:

nsfw is a biggggggg no. we're bodily and mentally minors

please do not ask abt syscourse as we don't want that on our blog. we are anti endo, but we're not interested in getting into any debated about it.

racism, homophobia, transphobia, or ableism of any kind will get you blocked.

sisi has VERY different source memories and does not want to be associated with their canonical actions. asks associating her with these actions will be deleted.

we can delete any ask that makes us uncomfortable for any reason.

just. don't be an asshole for no reason.

posts will be tagged w/ the name(s) of whoever wrote it, and posts with multiple of us talking will have a signoff after our name.

tags:

silliness system fictivez blogging - block this tag if you don't wanna see our posts on the total drama tag

#farm boy yapping - ezekiel

#the codester speaks!! - cody

#sisi blogging :3 - sierra

#mike speaks - mike

#old man uses the internet - chester

#vito postin - vito

#svetlana stuff!! - svetlana

#gday mate - manitoba

#malevolent posting - mal

#rambles from the rambling man - zee

and uh yeah i think thats it. so. have fun!!

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[little-wing-and-branching-vines]

Hello. My name is Nathaniel Wilds. You can just call me Nat if you want. My friend Dimi Wobbler and I were both... separated from our original worlds and have been attempting for about a year now to find them again. If they’re still there. This device I’m typing on is called the DIRT and it’s supposed to help us travel between dimensions. Except it’s broken, and we’re stuck here.

I am… it’s hard to explain. I came from the trees and grasses and animals of my world, of Dallas. But I’m a person now. He/him and they/them are both fine.

Dimi is a bird, a radio broadcaster, and my friend. They/them pronouns. They're energetic and kind and they always have a lot to say. Maybe sometimes too much, but I don't mind. They... probably would have written this post better than I can.

I don’t know what else to add. Hope this was sufficient.

Hi! Dimi here! Hey, you didn't do a bad job with this, Nat! Besides the part where you said I talk too much. Maybe it's just that you talk too little! Anyway, Nat and I are traveling to Lumiose City to meet with the professor there. We're hoping he can help us! We've also made friends with a few pokemon along the way:

Chester - Quilladin (M)

Silas - Bibarel (F)

Now let me pass it off to our other correspondent who posts here sometimes!

Hola, you can call me Yvonne! (//OOC: This is Serena) I just moved to Kalos from Paldea, and I use she/her pronouns. I'm not really sure what I'm doing on my journey yet, but I suppose I'm going to learn about the fashions of Kalos and try the gym challenge? And of course, hang out with this strange little group I've found myself traveling with! ^u^ The other "correspondents" as Dimi calls them, don't directly post here very much, but they are as follows:

"Xavier" - Battle Correspondent //OOC: Calem

"Ribbon" - Miscellaneous Correspondent //OOC: Shauna

Tierno - Dance Correspondent

"Maple" - Research Correspondent //OOC: Trevor

//OOC under the cut

Hello wonderful people of rotomblr! I have been wanting to make this blog for literally MONTHS now, and I’ve finally gotten my shit together enough to do so!! 

This is kind of a Faller blog in that Nathaniel Wilds and Dimi Wobbler are very much not from the pokemon world. But unlike most Fallers, they were traveling the multiverse intentionally. They just kind of… got stuck for a bit.

To be clear, Nat and Dimi are not original characters. They are relatively minor characters from a certain discontinued horror sports simulator, DM me if you want more details, I just don’t want to mention it outright because I don’t want to clog that fandom’s search results. My interpretations of them take a lot of inspiration from fandom-created lore, but they’re probably different from a lot of other interpretations too. People who are familiar with these characters may not agree with my interpretation- that’s fine, everyone’s ideas are valid! Just please don’t enforce your interpretations onto me or otherwise be an asshole about it.

A lot of this blog will focus more on these two going through the plot of Kalos than their pasts, but that being said their pasts will definitely come up sometimes. And the source they’re from can get quite dark. Topics that might come up include death (including death by fire specifically), grief, apocalypses, loss of agency, loss of identity, body horror, unreality, and potentially other upsetting things. All of these will be tagged, and please ask if there’s anything else you’d like me to tag. If you want to avoid any posts that go in-depth into the more traumatic parts of their backstories, block the tag #short circuited memories.

This blog is following a playthrough of the mod Eternal X of Pokemon X. So some NPCs' teams might be different from Vanilla X, this is why.

Magic anons are off. Pelipper/Musharna mail is on. Eebies and sentient pokemon are definitely free to interact!

I am an adult, but no NSFW asks please. There won’t be any heavy NSFW on this blog at all, but idk, if I make a lightly NSFW joke or something, it will be properly tagged as NSFW. 

In general, I will probably ignore any ask that makes me uncomfortable- no judgment to whoever sent the ask in that case of course, I just might not be up for engaging with certain things.

Finally, here’s a reference image of my interpretation of Nat and Dimi. I used this picrew (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1414503) as a base and modified it for Nat, then pasted a drawing of Dimi I did onto it:

And here’s just my drawing of Dimi:

I hope you all enjoy this! I know I will!

[briamichellewrites]

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Bria had an idea for a music video. She hadn’t even started working on the song yet. Joe asked her what it was. They were hanging out with Mike, Rob and Topher in the living room. Rob brought Mowgli with him, so he could play with Micha. They watched as the kittens sniffed each other out. Mowgli was unsure, so Micha extended his paw to him as a sign of wanting to be friends. Topher was introduced to her friends. He had the same personality as his character, Eric Foreman. They were enjoying hanging out with him. What was her idea?

She could do a music video with Mike as her boyfriend. He thought that was a good idea. Their parents would love it! Topher asked them how they knew each other. They used to be neighbours, so they grew up together. He was four years older but they had playdates with his younger brother. His mother also used to babysit her.

They remained close friends over the years. It was a joke how their parents wanted them to get married. Mowgli pounced on Micha. Hey! I’m cleaning myself! He swung his paw at him. Haha. You missed me! Joe noted they acted like brothers. They laughed. Joe had two older sisters while Topher had a younger sister named, Jennifer. Bria was an only child. Rob had a younger brother who was the same age as Bria. Mike had her share her good news. He was anxiously awaiting Rob’s reaction to her being able to eat meat. He jokingly called her a traitor with a straight face. Like Joe, he had a dry sense of humour.

“You will have to tell Brad and see what he says.”

“I will. You guys are the first Jewish vegans I’ve ever met.”

“I’m Jewish but I’m a vegetarian”, Topher said.

“You’re not a traitor, then. Good for you.”

They laughed. Topher was a cool guy. He had the same dry sense of humour as Joe and Rob. They would definitely hang out with him again. He was a year younger than them since he was born in 1978 but three years older than Bria. Rob joked about not being the youngest anymore. When was he born? 1979. He was a classmate and friend of Mike’s younger brother, Jason. That was how they knew each other. He, Mike and Joe had a band with three other guys. They were trying to get signed to a record deal. What was the name of their band? Xero. X-e-r-o. Joe asked Bria for her opinion on the name. She liked it. At the same time, she would consider other names.

“You’re being too considerate of our feelings. Give us brutal honesty”, Mike said.

“I don’t see very many people going to see a band called, Xero. You guys need a name like the Rolling Stones or the Beatles that lasts forever. Your fans will introduce your music to their children. They will grow up listening to it. Linkin Park. That name literally just popped into my head.”

How would they spell that? L-i-n-k-i-n. Park. Topher agreed that sounded like a very cool name. He would be first in line to see a band called, Linkin Park. They would talk to Dave, Brad and Chester about it. Joe called her a genius. She joked about being fucking awesome! It was how she won her Grammys. Meow. Rob picked Mowgli up. He looked at the humans and said hello. How was being a cat dad? It was wonderful, especially when he woke him up at six in the morning. They laughed. Micha did that too. He sat outside her door begging for food.

She was trying to enjoy every minute because he would grow up to be an asshole. Joe jokingly asked her if he could have his roommate back. Mike laughed.

“I’ll fight you for him”, she joked back.

“Careful. Joe’s secretly a ninja”, Mike said with a smile.

“Fuck you. You said you were a vampire.”

“I’m a vampire ninja.”

“Bitch.”

The guys laughed. Meow. The cats both decided they were hungry, so they meowed for food. Everyone went into the kitchen. She got out a plate for Mowgli to use before dishing up food for him and Micha. Rob thanked her for doing that. Yeah. She didn’t want him to go hungry. Her phone went off in her pocket. It was her father wondering if Mike left his jacket at their house. Yes, he did. He thought he was missing something. Since he and Christina were on their way home, they were going to stop by and drop it off. Awesome. They were just hanging out.

When they got to the house, they were introduced to Rob, Joe and Topher. It was nice to meet them. Have they eaten dinner yet? No, they hadn’t. He offered to take them to Noe. It was an Asian restaurant he and Christina wanted to try. Yeah, they thanked them. Bria asked to have a few minutes to get her stuff. Yeah, they would wait for her. While she went upstairs to her room, they engaged the boys in conversation.

Rob and Joe were friends of Mike’s while Topher met Bria on the set of That 70’s Show. Who was his character? He was Eric Foreman. Jasper watched that show during his lunch breaks. He appreciated Red’s brutal honesty. He thanked him for watching the show. Christina asked about the extra kitten since she thought Bria only adopted one. Rob spoke up. The other one was his.

“Oh, yeah. She mentioned one of her friends adopted a cat. What is his name? It’s something Disney, right? Am I remembering that correctly?”

“Yes, his name is Mowgli from the Jungle Book.”

“That’s right. I get those Disney characters mixed up sometimes. There’s so many and they are always coming out with new ones. “

She came back down after brushing her hair and getting a jacket. Mike thought she looked gorgeous. The way the fluorescent light shined on her made her more beautiful than ever. She was the type who would look beautiful wearing a garbage bag. The other guys noticed it, too. She was the most beautiful woman in the room.

She had one of her expensive handbags with her. They talked about the car situation. Both cars had five seats. They decided to have three in one car and four in the other. Christina made sure she knew how to get there. Yes, she did. They would meet them there, then. Topher rode with Mike and Rob while Joe went with Jasper and Christina. Should they be worried about Joe riding with her parents? She thought her father would get a kick out of his sense of humour.

They would find things to talk about. After getting in, she put in a CD. Shania Twain. It was either that or the Spice Girls. Shania Twain was perfect. They were not going to complain about that. Jasper did have fun talking with Joe. He was a good kid. That was his first impression of him. They listened to U2 on the way to the restaurant. The sun was starting to go down. It was the perfect evening. Jasper and Christina were eager to meet Bria and Mike’s friends. When they got to Noe, they found a parking spot and got out. They were the first ones there, so they went inside to get a table.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Yes or no?

Maria and Martin are in the catwalk, arguing.

"All you're doing here is . . . ."

"Alright, fuck it, here's the deal. Listen, guys."

"Cept fuckin' ME, I guess, but you don't need to bawl at us like we're the floor, awright? How'd you like it if you had to be bawled at by the floor for 17 years? An' yer sittin' the fuck there, chillaxin' like it's no big deal, tossin' yer half-finished metaphors around like they mean nothin'."

"It's Maria, Martin. You too, Miranda. Not the floor."

"Maria. Maria. I'm Maria, like always. Who are you? The Floor? Do you want me to call you Bawled-At-By-The-Floor Maria? You know my name is not Miranda, fuckhead. Call me Maria or shut your fucking yap."

Martin's eyes are glowing a bright, sickly green. On his face is an expression that could be called malevolent, but Maria, after all the fuck-awful shit she's gone through, can no longer muster the full force of fear. The man has his pride -- and his pride is his deathwish. Like an unrestrained virus, it must spread out from his body and find a host in the world, in all of its branching, perverse glory. Like a glutton for punishment, Maria feels no particular urge to fight off this virulent thing that threatens her.

"Maria," Martin says, and his voice sounds not quite like hers, and the reverb that she gets, as the sound bounces and bounces in the tight enclosure of his empty metal head, gets on her nerves.

No, she thinks, I'm not a fucking Nietzschean. I am not like fucking Martin or Miranda, or Chester, or the Floor, or any of this shit. This is not what I want, what I am, and I want it known.

"All you're doing here is killing time. Everyone here is dying. It won't be long before you join us. All you're doing is cheating death, cheating life. Life is a sacred thing. You must live your life, not cheat."

"Fuck's sake, Martin. Fuck's fucking sake. The roof's comin' down, as fucking usual, Miranda's pissed, nothin' new -- are you lookin' for a fuckin' Q&A here, or what? What's with all the speeches? Is it . . . the REVIVAL FESTIVAL TONIGHT?"

Martin grimaces, as though Maria has made a cruel and pointed remark.

"Why are you doing it?" Maria says. "Why are you doing any of it? If you're so sure this will work, if you're sure it'll give us a new chance at life, at a life where you and Miranda and I can be happy together, why are you yelling at us?"

"Because you are not being good to each other," Martin says. "Do you not see that your hatred for one another is as foul as the floor's? You are swallowing the hatred, taking it into your bodies, letting it infect you. Hatred makes you sick, Maria. It kills you."

"How would you know what hatred does, asshole? You never fucking left us, did you?"

"It's Maria," Martin says.

"It's Maria," Miranda says.

Martin makes a sour face. The glow vanishes from his eyes. He is about to go off on Maria again, but Miranda stops him with an instinctive gesture -- a flick of the wrist, and her whole arm swings down hard into the side of her brother's head. There is a loud crack. Martin sways on his feet. He seems drunk.

"Well, don't just leave us hangin' like a fuckin' moose here, ok, we're here, we got a few questions, before we croak, it's good to know what the fuck's going on, y'know, y'want us to croak in peace, sorry, shit, forget it, sorry, forget I said anythin' --"

Martin grabs Miranda's wrist and squeezes. A thin line of blood trickles from her wrist down to her hand. Miranda punches Martin in the face.

[supercalloutfragilistic]

Artist who drew kids being molested raped his own child

https://timeline.com/chester-molester-dwaine-tinsley-ce8f3cb025a4

https://archive.ph/WB7Ym

When the ‘Chester the Molester’ artist got arrested for molesting, why was anyone surprised?

It seemed that there was nothing that could shock Hustler readers anymore. Larry Flynt, the magazine’s publisher, was the “the sultan of smut” who rejoiced in pushing every Puritanical button this country had. One cover once infamously depicted a woman being run through a meat grinder alongside the words “We will no longer hang women up like pieces of meat.”

Hustler once dubbed feminist Andrea Dworkin a “shit-squeezing sphincter.” Nothing was out of bounds: shit, farts, assholes, you name it. As Laura Kipnis explained in her book on pornography, Bound and Gagged, “From its inception, Hustler made it its mission to disturb and unsettle its readers.” But one column provoked in a way that Flynt hadn’t intended.

The “Chester the Molester” cartoon first appeared in Hustler’s pages in 1976. The origin of the term many of us grew up using jokingly, the strip starred Chester, a beefy middle-aged man shown in various pedophilic acts — concealing his genitals in a hot dog bun while offering it to a child or, in a twist on the famous Coppertone sunscreen logo, Chester tugged at a little girl’s bathing suit with his teeth.

Then in 1989, the cartoon’s creator, Dwaine B. Tinsley, was arrested. Art, it appeared, had imitated life. His 18-year-old daughter said he had been raping her for years. Like the purloined letter, it seemed that Tinsley was hiding in plain sight.

Tinsley’s case had many wondering about the culture of a place that had promoted this man. Upon hearing the news, one of her father’s colleagues remarked, “I’d do her,” then added, “Not if I was her dad.” The daughter reported that many of the scenes depicted in Tinsley’s strip were directly drawn from things he had done to her. What if these drawings had been used as a means of psychological damage on his victim? This was more than a free speech case — if true, Tinsley had committed a crime — but the cartoons were inextricably bound up in the crime.

The only lengthy treatment of the case is the book, Most Outrageous, by Bob Levin. As Levin explains, “Veronica’s” story went like this: Tinsley’s sexual abuse began at a hotel when she was 11. Then, when she was 13, she moved in with her father to escape her abusive mother and that was when Tinsley began having sex with her two to five times a week for five years. In May of 1989, at the urging of a boyfriend when she was 18, she reported the abuse.

He was convicted, then another judge reversed the conviction on appeal. Tinsley could have been retried, but the judge dropped the charges at the request of the prosecutor. The prosecutor said of Veronica, “She has struggled over the years to overcome the personal problems that resulted from her abuse and does not want to have them brought up again.”

Information from:

https://www.worstfootforwardpodcast.com/podcast/ep-204-worlds-worst-comic-paul-savage/

At 37:40:

So you'd imagine, obviously, that if you accidentally employed a pedophile you would be like "Eugh, sorry about that, we're really sorry that we've employed a pedophile, we will take out his pedophilic cartoon from the magazine, we want nothing to do with this at all."

Yeah.

What Hustler actually did was continue to employ him and regularly had his comics posted from his jail cell to the magazine.

Example comics, censored by us:

[dddragoni-drabbles]

"Truth."

"Ooh, perfect!" Jane leaned forward, firelight flickering on face. "Tell me the silliest thing you're ashamed of."

Chester laughed, shaking his head. "Seriously? That's what you're going with?"

"Yeah! I wanna know!" She snapped her fingers. "Come on, spill the beans."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright!" He leaned back, thinking. "Silliest... okay, I got one. So this was back in like... god, first grade. It was a couple weeks in and we had a spelling test coming up- I thought it was some huge thing and I was terrified."

"Who did you have?" cut in Garrett from across the yard. "Mr. O'Neal?"

"No, Ms. Ross"

Garrett nodded. "Oh yeah, Ross was a real hardass."

"Yeah. So, anyway, theres this test coming up, and I think I'm gonna fail it and get kicked out of school because..." Chester shrugged. "I dunno, I was like six. So I think that I'm gonna need help, so I go to my buddy, Jeremy, and-"

"Wait, Jeremy?" Garrett interrupted. "Jeremy Elbertson?"

Jane arched an eyebrow. "Isn't that the guy who got suspended for spray painting his name on all the teacher's cars?"

"Yep!" Garrett hopped down from the wall and walked over to the fire. "You two used to be friends?"

Chester ginned sheepishly. "It was first grade, I didn't know he was an asshole yet."

"No way. What's he doing these days, anyway?"

"Last I heard, he moved to Chicago. Got caught up in a pyramid scheme, selling shaving cream or something."

"Damn." Garrett sat down next to Jane.

"Okay, so I go to Jeremy and I tell him I need help, and he comes up with a plan- we're gonna take all the vocab words we had and write them down on the insides of our shirts so we can check during the test."

"You cheated on a first-grade spelling test?"Jane threw her head back, laughing. "Holy shit, that's even dumber than I thought."

"No, no, it gets better." Chester was holding back his own laughter, trying to get through the story. "The thing is- it was Jeremy that wrote everything down, and he didn't even think to check the list, so he wrote them down wrong!" He doubled over in his chair, wheezing, voice rising a few octaves as he struggled to kep under control. "It didn't even work!"

Jane was cackling, pounding her fist against her leg, while Garrett was laughing so hard he fell over backwards. The three of them stayed like that for several minutes, each time one of them close to calming down, they'd look at the other two and break right out in giggles again.

Eventually, the laughter petered out. "Okay," Chester said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Your turn, Garrett- truth or dare?"

[the-witchhunter]

The embassy had been good for Dan. It hadn’t been quite what he expected when he had applied for a job. As security he had expected to do more, get into fights with the anti-meta bigots that hung around outside yelling obscenities. He had hoped he’d have gotten a chance to fight them, to feel bones crack under his hands, and to transform their looks of disgust into terror. He felt the urge crawling under his skin most days, but so far it had been unnecessary.

There was a perimeter the protesters could maintain, and they knew better than to cross it. Just stepping foot onto the property would have the cops called and dragging the offender away. Most of what Dan actually did was escort metas into and out of the building.

The embassy offered a variety of assistance programs for metas based on financial and unique biological/medical needs. There were meta specific medical clinics currently being built across the country, but the cement wasn’t even dry on most of them, and in the meantime basic checkups were performed on site at the embassy.

This meant Dan got to see a handful of familiar faces every so often. Some metas require more frequent check ups due to their anatomy, and those were the ones that had started acting strange around Dan. They didn’t seem as tense as when he had first seen them. Despite the screaming bigots, they almost seemed to relax when he walked them to the building.

He asked why one day

“Why?” Bonham seemed amused. He scratched at his dry scaly skin, the sound similar to that of scraping stones. “It’s just nice to see a friendly face is all.”

“Friendly face?” Dan frowned.

“Okay, maybe not friendly.” Bonham amended. “You’re alright, but friendly is not the right word. It’s just… nice to see someone like me. It’s nice to see someone else that’s openly meta. Outside the support group, I don’t really know too many people like me, and even then a lot can pass as non-meta. I don’t get that luxury, I’m always visible. There’s something comforting about being around someone else like that. It’s just nice having you here, even if you have a stick up your ass.”

Dan just nodded. He knew he was an asshole, Bonham was just being honest. Dan appreciated that.

Of all the regular’s Lucy was his favorite. He’d never admit it, he has his grumpy image to maintain, he resisted the urge to smile when she was around. Lucy was 8, her favorite color was blue, she had two cats named Chester and Potato, and she was covered in spines. She thought his flaming hair was neat, and she always asked him to throw her in the air. He’d look at her mom, who’d give him a smile and a nod, and he’d juggle Lucy with whatever else was nearby, usually chairs and a potted plant.

Dan didn’t have the heart to tell her he was just using telekinesis to juggle her.

———

Lucy’s mom, Debra, was a mess. Her hair was wild, her coat had been torn, and her eye was swelling shut. She had been crying. She was already in the lobby when he had come in for his shift. Lucy was nowhere to be seen. Dan felt something stir.

“What happened?” He tried to keep his tone even.

“Oh, Dan,” Debra sobbed, “ they took her. They have my little girl.” Something hot crawled under his skin, and he was sure his eyes were blazing red, not that he cared.

“Who took her?” His voice was part growl, part hiss.

“Traffickers, at least I think that’s what they are. All I know is they said something about getting a good price for her. I couldn’t stop them. I tried, I tried to, but I couldn’t and now they have Lucy.” She wept. “The cops couldn’t do much, so I thought maybe the embassy could help but there’s not much they can do.”

“Where?”

“What?”

“Where were you when they took her?”

“Just off of Grant street, over by the historic movie theater. Beetlejuice is playing so we were going to go see it as a treat.”

“Chloe,” Dan called over his shoulder “I can’t work today, a family emergency just came up.” He turned to Debra. “I’m going to go get her.”

———

Dan had rushed out of the building two where Lucy had been taken. It took him two blocks to realize he was growling, a deep rumbling in his chest that those he passed could hear as they looked at him uneasily. Flicking his tongue across this upper teeth, he felt fangs. It was then that he realized it had been a while since he last had some ectoplasm.

Dan was unique among ghosts. Most did not need to eat, and those that ate ectoplasm were even rarer. It was taboo for most. Ectoplasm made up the entire being of a ghost, and to consume it meant cannibalism, though a small number of predatory spirits needed to. Dan was a predator. He needed to consume, and at one point he had delighted in the act. He had glutted his hunger on all manner of spirits and ghosts, felt them burst under his fangs as their sweet ectoplasm coated his tongue.

These days he only ate the filtered stuff. It was stale and compared to the intensity of ecto straight from the source, was like cardboard. He ate it because he needed to, not because he liked it, and usually added it to a smoothie or protein shake. It had been a week since he had last had some.

Part of him knew he should be concerned. Hunger had an effect on him. When sated he was fine, but hunger awoke instincts in him, impulses that were hard to control at the best of times. Now was not the best of times.

He felt his form shift as he got closer to the spot where Lucy had been taken. He felt his nails grow and curve into claws, or perhaps talons. His limbs stretched and elongated, his coiled muscles propelling him forward faster and faster. He didn’t even think to fly, running felt right. His senses expanded and he didn’t even have to check the street sign to know when he had arrived.

He flicked his long tongue out. He could taste her scent. Her fear lingered on his tongue, bitter like a fine espresso. He used to love the taste, but this churned his stomach. He turned north and began to run.

He had found his trail

Dan has been having a hard time trying to blend in with humans after his okay from Clockwork that he can assimilate back into civilization. He's comfortable with himself and doesn't try to hide his inhuman features but some of the prejudiced and anti-meta folks make it harder than necessary to live his day to day life.  

So he starts researching and finds that there's a Justice League embassy nearby. What better place for people to not deal with anti-meta assholes than being a security guard there? (He later found there were frequent anti-powered and anti-League protests around the building. At least he has the legal right to throw hands with them now)

[themculibrary]

Fics In Which Cats Are Involved Masterlist

Accidental Kitten Acquisition (ao3) - SomeSortofItalianRoast steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Colonel Chester Phillips. Cat whisperer.

beneath the shadow of atlas (we're all just chasing stardust) (ao3) - GrimRevolution G, 2k

Summary: Carol's gone. She went back to space.

What the hell was Fury supposed to do about the alien cat?

Cat Calls (ao3) - cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: When veterinarian Bucky gives Steve his personal number, he’s pretty sure he’s obvious enough in what he wants him to use it for. But Steve doesn’t call to ask him out for a drink, or dinner. No, when he ends up calling Bucky late at night, it’s not even for a booty call. It’s because of his newly adopted cat. And he continues to call Bucky about his cat. Until eventually…

———-

“Just uhm, doing my job,” he says, waving away the compliment. “So, do we have a name yet?”

“Cat.”

“Yeah she sure fuckin is,” Bucky chuckles.

Steve smirks back at him. “No, her name, I named her Cat.”

Bucky stares at him in disbelief, looking for a sign that it’s a joke. It’s not. He named his cat Cat . He’s not sure if that makes him more or less attracted to Steve. Still, he won’t stand for it.

Cat Dad (ao3) - hulkling616 sam/steve G, 100

Summary: Sam has a new cat.

Cat In The Box? - every-marveler-ever tony/bucky

Summary: What is Alpine Schrodinger’s cat?

Keep the duster and stay away from the sage, cleaner boy (ao3) - BlueAlmond steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: Tony adopts a cat. Or more like, a cat adopts Tony. And because of that, he ends up getting a different cleaner—one that doesn’t complain about Tony’s new roommate.

Enter, Steve Rogers, who likes cats but doesn’t like ghosts that much.

Kittens (ao3) - itsallAvengers bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bucky picks up a kitten. Tony picks up Bucky.

Like Herding Cats (ao3) - whiskeywitch steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Steve has a soft spot for the cats that live in the alley next to his apartment building. So when an unexpected blizzard hits New York, he does exactly what you’d expect him to. Bucky isn’t very thrilled.

made as corresponding shapes (ao3) - leashy_bebes clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: Clint doesn’t know why he goes by Agent Coulson’s apartment, but what he finds is…unexpected. Meow.

Of Compost and Kittens (ao3) - SomeSortofItalianRoast steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky has to give new kitten Alpine a bath. It goes about as well as expected.

Rescued (ao3) - cooper_west clint/phil T, 20k

Summary: Clint has a cat, and then he has Phil’s corgis. Nothing seems to go right, until it does.

Snow Day (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky M, 5k

Summary: [in which Bucky has a bad day in the middle of nowhere, but there are fluffy sweaters and snow and coffee and asshole cats to pet, and Steve makes it easier to be a person.]

Steve Rogers and the Great Cat Compromise (ao3) - Oh_i_swear steve/bucky T, 7k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not a cat person. He doesn't want a cat. Unfortunately, even in his own apartment, Steve doesn't get to make decisions, especially where Bucky is concerned.

Or rather, Bucky adopts a stray angry murder beast and the three of them try to learn to live together.

Still Life With Flerken (ao3) - copperbadge G, 1k

Summary: Nick Fury: soldier, spy, strategist, cat dad.

The Cat Chooses The Witch (ao3) - ibelieveinturtles darcy/wanda G, 1k

Summary: Bucky’s never had his own familiar so Peggy sends him off to visit friends of hers, who are well known for their clever cats.

The Purrfect valentine's day (ao3) - RelentlassHuggerSquad bucky/natasha, peggy/steve G, 1k

Summary: Bucky is sad and kind of third-wheeling Steve/Peggy. So Steve decides to help his best friend feel better by taking Bucky to the shelter to adopt a pet.

[kitkatt0430]

My finale watch continues, now with episode eleven. Can the writing quality of the previous episode persist into this one? Please? Pretty please???

Malcolm!Eddie visiting the CCPD. Are we about to get some answers about how he's alive? A lot of people are staring at him in shock. I wonder how many actually knew Eddie and how many have just seen his picture on the wall with the rest of the honored dead?

Chester - Evil cobalt isotopes took Barry away. Mark Blaine - Sounds like you guys could use my exact brand of smarminess.

I do appreciate that Blaine recognized he specifically needed distance from Khione and that Khione wouldn't have been able to give it to him if she'd had a method of contact.

Blaine - Barry didn't give up on me even at my lowest point which was this season and I never did anything to really prove him right. But I'm gonna do it now, guys. Honest.

Cisco name-dropped! Which is probably all he gets this episode. :( But at least they remembered him.

Iris remembering the timeline where Nora grew up without Barry. *sniff* Because Barry's been disappeared right before Nora's about to be born.

Oooh, the N!SF has possessed someone else.

Khione being all nature girl, but sadly she scares the people she saved. :(

So I like that they're leaning hard into the Cobalt Blue theme, but the N!SF's color is red, so making the N!SF blue when it's directly possessing people is... weird. Like... is the N!SF itself the real Cobalt Blue here and not Malcolm!Eddie? That's how it looks. It's just... the N!SF already had a color theme so this... it's gonna bug me for all the episode, I think.

Malcolm!Eddie's driver's license being blank at first is fun. He's starting to question his identity, so of course the official documentation is off (also that should be a state license, not a Central City license, but whatever). And it furthers the question of whether Malcolm Gilmore is a persona entirely made up by the N!SF to hide bringing Eddie back to life. He's not acting like he woke up with amnesia eight years ago, but he is starting to question his reality. So on some level, he has to know something is off even without the N!SF's little shenanigans.

So the scene of the lightning strike, having seen it twice now, definitely reminds me of Barry being struck by lightning in the 90s show. It hits Malcolm!Eddie through the window, knocking him horizontally across the lab. I wonder if it was an intentional homage since it resembles that so much more strongly than the scene from this show's pilot where Barry's struck.

I do like hearing about how much Eddie's presence impacted other members of the CCPD. Talking about how kind he was, making rookies feel at home. That's what made him such a beloved character in S1.

N!SF - OKAY THIS IS BORING DO SOMETHING ELSE! Malcolm!Eddie - O_O

actually it shouted FIND HER! - meaning Iris, no doubt - but there's Eddie finding out he has a legacy with the CCPD after all and the N!SF is clearly all upset that Eddie might learn something positive about the impact his life had with all these cops; someone wants to get on with its evil plan and Eddie isn't cooperating

(STAR Labs with it's gashes still intact, they're really gonna end the show having never fixed the building)

Khione - Sooo, I've learned how to be passive aggressive Blaine - You made people into plant monsters! Khione - I literally saved their lives. Blaine - I'm going to blame you for the pain they were in that was caused by the poison being expelled from their lungs.

I mean... I get that he's possessed by N!SF there, what with the glowy blue eyes reveal. But that was entirely in character for him. So that was a writing fail. If you're gonna write a possessed character being 'out of character' but it's entirely in character because they've been an asshole all season... then it's not going to get the viewer impact it needs.

I wonder what's up with the blue roses N!SF keeps showing.

I did always love that moment when Iris and Eddie chose each other over whatever Eobard was claiming was their destiny. Iris did choose Eddie over Barry in that moment, no matter how they try to spin things later.

SF!Nora to the rescue, protecting Iris and unborn-baby-Nora. I'm not a big fan of the more human-acting Speed Force, but I'm glad she got a chance to show up in the finale.

Malcolm!Eddie having a break down in Iris' office. But of course he wouldn't find any traces of himself in there, since Iris moved to that office long after he died. The pieces of him - of their relationship - she's kept are going to be at home.

Malcolm!Eddie is looking for pieces of Eddie in all the wrong places but that's because the N!SF wants to feed him a specific narrative. It needs Eddie to hate Barry if it's going to make him an Avatar. It needs to make Eddie more like Eobard. So I think that means I was right about Malcolm being a persona the N!SF created to fit Eddie into a mold closer to what Eobard imagined his illustrious family namesake was like.

Oooh, i like the way they connect Iris' message for Barry and the moment Barry expelled the N!SF from Joe. She's his lightning rod and even across time, that means something. Though I do think it's more impactful if that's something she chose to be after season one, not something that she's always been no choice about it.

SF!Nora summoning Khione was nifty. And now we're getting godlike power talking to godlike power. Regular girl talk. :D

Khione talking about the things she's done with her powers and I just wish we'd seen any of that. But we only saw a small part of it before the time skip which means so much of Khione's power development was told, not shown. That's not always bad, but in this case... it's not great. We deserved to see some of that development so that Khione being powerful enough to take on the N!SF on her own makes sense.

N!SF - You have to kill Mark to stop me. Khione - Okay. Turn to dust. Me - Leave him like that!

Of course, she reconstitutes him minus the Cobalt Blue crystal. So. We're still stuck with him.

Meanwhile, Iris is now in labor with mild contractions.

Iris - I thought Barry would be back in time. Barry - *appears*

lol

Iris being so happy that Barry's there with her in the hospital is so sweet.

Team Flash discussion in the waiting lounge.

Khione realizing she's going to have to leave. :( And then it's Barry who gets N!SF kidnapped again. perfect timing.

So now Malcolm!Eddie is digging up Eddie's grave, that breakdown is progressing apace. Though, huh, I guess I thought Eddie was only four years older than Barry and Iris. But turns out he's six years older, since his grave says his B-day is Jan 6, 1983.

So the Captain he talked to at the CCPD and who tracked him down during his little breakdown grave-robbery, isn't Kristen Kramer. It's Korber, one of the recurring officers whose name I only sometimes remember. Which makes me suspect this is happening in the future. Admittedly, I know the next episode Barry's supposed to show up in the future thanks to spoilers, but I guess I was thinking Eddie was in 2023. He's clearly not, though, so that's interesting.

First, it makes it all the more fascinating that everyone recognized him at the CCPD. Not just Korber, but everyone was staring.

Still not sure what's going on with those blue flowers the N!SF keeps showing? Are they purely thematic and symbolic of Eddie being coerced into becoming Cobalt Blue? Are there literal flowers somewhere?

So... that was not as good of an episode as the first one. The Malcolm!Eddie scenes were probably the best. Mark being possessed by the N!SF would have been more impactful if him being a hypocritical asshole who tries to control and manipulate Khione wasn't entirely in character for him. Khione's nature goddess powers were hinted at before but have undergone a massive tell-don't-show growth spurt that's unsatisfying even as seeing her get to be powerful is cool to see. Iris doesn't really get to do much because she's pregnant. Cecile doesn't get to do much because... honestly, she often doesn't get to do much. Allegra's knocked out to cut down on the number of characters that have to be juggled. And Chester really doesn't do much action-wise either.

There's a lot of stuff that just... doesn't happen in this episode. I'm not really sure how else to phrase it. There's just... lead up to nothing? I thought maybe N!SF was trying to make Iris vulnerable to Eddie's arrival until it finally clicked that he wasn't actually in 2023 (I mean, Kramer could have been on vacation) but that wasn't it. Honestly, there doesn't seem to have been much of a point to the N!SF causing trouble in 2023 at all. What was it even trying to achieve? We have the fight with Khione, but she curb stomps the N!SF so quickly that it's... it isn't really satisfying.

I dunno. I think even expecting this wouldn't be as good ep1, it was still... kind of a let down.

i think I'm gonna take a break, pop up some popcorn, and then get back to watching with episode 12.

[lifeiszestyy]

*my writing from 2021 from January 1st to December 31st!

*i wrote 800,009 words instead of going to therapy and i did not have the TIME to reread all of it, but i feel as though each of these represent the core of each of my major stories that i wrote this year. i definitely feel accomplished since one of my major hang-ups from the past decade was that i was always too tired from depression and anemia to sit down and write. the downside of writing a lot is, bro, writing for 5+hours a day is not recommended, i don’t recommend it, please take breaks and stretch unlike me. i Have Not exercised since april

*’2021 Drabbles’ and ‘A Thousand Masks’ are part of a Super Mario fanfic project i have with my sister @juliettelime . ‘hmm expl gam’ was a short story where i wanted to explore a scenario i would never put my ocs through in canon. the characters are from the novel i’m planning. ‘lost souls’ is my 670,000+ word self therapy. absolutely self-indulgent and it helped me rediscover my inner hopeless romantic whomst i buried long ago. and ‘love’ is a poem that i wrote as a result of healing from my past relationship trauma

*the first piece of writing is from 1/1/2021 and the last was written today, 12/31/2021 a few hours ago. it’s still a few hours until midnight where i live

*thanks much if you read 🥺💕 onto 2022~!

*transcript under the cut!

2021 Drabbles – 01/01 Brighton January 01

He paced back and forth, a smile on his face. This time, for sure, he’ll get the upper hand on Twila. No more played out draws, no more incidental ties. It had been, what, three thousand or so years since their rivalry started? His chosen players were sure to be the Superstar. Sure, Mario doesn’t always win, but the chances of him winning are pretty high, right? And even if none of his players win (which certainly can’t happen), at least they’ll make the game exciting. They always do! The drama! The pizzazz! The last second bonus star wins! Getting ahead early in the game only to lose it all! Nothing’s better than a party tournament.

Hmm Expl Gam February 25

“Woah, who ordered shrimp?” says Chester from the front seat. He turns around and smirks. “Just kidding. Name’s Chester.” “Oh, so you’re the asshole Jez warned me about.” “I can neither confirm nor deny.” “I can confirm,” says Frey. “So can I,” says Mike as he gets into the car. “Me, too,” says Sven as he also gets in. “Why did James have to ditch me in these trying times?” Chester says with a fake pout.

Lost Souls [1] – 1.06.02.01 5th Dream May 11

“I don’t want you to forget what it feels like to be unloved, to be used, and to be alone.” She suddenly grabs his head with both hands. “Because I’m still there in these memories, and it hurts! I’m so lonely! No one loves me! No one cares!” He shuts his eyes, but the tears fall freely as his heart feels like it’s about to burst. The pain of being used, the pain of being unwanted, and her voice repeating over and over in his mind.

Lost Souls [2] – 1.06.30.04 Entelecheia June 29

Because analyzing your own behavior is a difficult matter. We can only see so much of ourselves. And we tend to be biased towards certain ideas. You thought that I was going to show you a flashback, a memory. No, I do not deal in memories. I deal in reality, in the present. I can only show you how things are rather than how things could be. Entelechy is the realization of potential and a manifestation of the soul. You must do the work in order to manifest your potential, and you do so by understanding your soul. Who are you, Kade? Do you know? Do you want to know the truth?

love August 22

a kiss on your cheek to remind you where you are a kiss on your lips to remind you who you are

a hand on your back to keep you steady a hand on your heart from a lover who sees you

a kiss on the ear from a lover who hears you fingers intertwined with a lover who loves you

Lost Souls [3] – 1.09.24.01 Chirality August 22

I’m tired, tired, tired, tired. “I know. Me, too. But we can’t rest. We have stories to write and new, better people to meet. It’s not time to end things, not yet.” You do not want me. I am a distraction, a roadblock. You always seek to get rid of me as quickly as possible. “But… I need you to remind me of what’s important. There’s no such thing as a life without pain. Come on. We can rest.”

A Thousand Masks – Chapter 44 September 27

“Eh? Laws are just guidelines. They don’t prevent disorder or chaos, and they aren’t morally correct. They were made by flawed beings. I thought you adults knew everything?” “Little one, I also thought adults knew everything. They seem so confident in how they talk about what they know.” “Aren’t you an adult now, Blumi?” Blumiere chuckled softly. “As it turns out, you don’t just magically gain wisdom once you turn a certain age. I still feel like a child sometimes.” “Like right now?” “Yes.” He sighed again and looked at the child. “Sometimes, you sound like an old man.” The child smiled sweetly. “Even though I’m a brat?”

A Thousand Masks – Chapter 46 September 27

The person I was, the person I used to be, he was buried under so many layers of pain, memories upon memories of death and birth and love and hate and vengeance and brief moments of respite under the stars and the moon and the sun. The memory of a boy sitting under a palm tree by the river, crying, having just lost his parents in an accident that he had no control over. The memory of a boy meeting the daughter of the man he was apprenticed to, her, revealing the trajectory of his life through cards. The memory of a boy with a heart full of love and hope for the future he thought was within his grasp. A perfect world full of magic with her by his side, their fingers locked together.

Lost Souls [4] – 1.12.31.01 New Year’s Eve November 28

“Yes, well, that’s the creative process, isn’t it? Your original concepts may not survive the transition to newer, edited versions. Things change, people, concepts, even the great spirits and the deities themselves. It’s what you make of those changes that’s important. Once you find something that makes sense, you can create a more solid foundation. Your earlier versions of your creative realms and the characters that inhabited them were half formed. But that’s not a bad thing. Those are the steps that were necessary to get better, to improve. But you figured out what worked and have built on it little by little. And I’m proud of you. Beyond what you’ve accomplished here in this realm, I’m proud that you found something to hold onto. This year you began a new journey of self-discovery, and now, here at the end, you’ve blossomed into a wonderfully creative person. I’m excited to see where you go from here.”

[doloresdraws]

‘Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love’

I can't believe it, but I finished one of my old WIPs from 2019. I am not 100% satisfied with how it turned out, but considering it was a very old piece, I did what I could to try and fix it to the point I was somehow happy.

The hornyiest Kindred in San Francisco. Well, Maddy is and Chester is maybe a dumb asshole, but even he is not that daft to say no when someone proposition him in that way :D

Chester is a prone to violence jerk who likes to get wasted even as a Kindred, he is not the brightest tool in the shed and one might say he has no redeeming qualities. According to Maddy, though, he apparently fucks well. XD

Madeline is on the other hand a well-educated, smart woman who has no problems adapting quickly to various social situations and at the same time not being afraid to stand up for herself. Before her Embrace she worked at her father's corporation and was tired of everyone treating her as a pretty face and thinking she only got the job because the CEO was her dad when she worked her ass off to be good at her job. She was also desperately trying to find something exciting in her life as working in a office 9-5 job among people who were only talking about their families or work was not her idea of a fulfilling life. She missed her younger years when she used to give her parents a lot of troubles when she sneaked up late in the night to party hard, snort a bit a coke and have fun with dudes older than her... I guess that is why Chester does it for her, he might be a lot uglier than what she was used to, but he's not treating her like she was made of China porcelain, also she is honestly laughing at his stupid, often offensive jokes...

Their relationship first started as just a way for her to forget for a moment about the shit she got herself into by doing something she enjoyed. But after a while she started to feel like she actually cares for him and unlike most of my other characters she expressed it to him, and Chester being a coward that he is bolted out on her immediately with his pants barely on as they were in the middle of the thing :D :D

It took him a few days to face her again and she was ready for him mocking her about her feelings, because she thought he didn't feel the same... To her surprise, after getting unreasonably angry at her not being able to shut up and let him speak, he apologized for leaving like that and actually admitted having feelings for her too, mentioning that he was never a good man and to consider if that was what she really wanted.

She made it clear to him that she wasn't a good girl either and pulled him in for a kiss ''I love you dumb, ugly asshole and I just thought you should know'' They made up and were officially together since that night making the only official nossie couple in the SF sewers XD

Some of the Nossies rolled eyes at them being all over each other all the time XD Mirabelle couldn't understand why such a smart girl would waste her time with that drunk idiot. But honestly Mirabelle didn’t think much of any man beside Lazarus (her Sire/the Primogen).

Theodor (Chester’s & Maddy’S Sire) was making creepy, inappropriate jokes and Maddy sincerely hoped he was not secretly watching them make out Spoiler: he sometimes was.

It was fun while it lasted. But after a few months Chester realized that she was out of his league, his man-pride/ego could not handle the fact that she was clearly better educated, smarter and more capable than him in many things.. It didn't matter to her at all, but for him it was too much to handle.

The other reason that led him to break up with her was that she tried to push him into trying to help his daughter Jamie, who was his/his Sire's ghoul living in the sewers with the Nosferatu for the majority of her life. He hated that this discussion always made him feel guilty, he was aware of how shitty father he was and he didn’t need her to remind him that.

He didn't want Maddy to find out that he was a coward who was afraid of Theodor and what he would do to him, Maddy or Jamie if Chester tried to free Jamie. She was a ghoul for a very long time, so even if he did help her and did not give her Vitae, her age would soon catch up with her... She wouldn’t know how to function in the world outside. There was nothing he could do for her, or at least he made a lot of excuses for himself to not even try.

So yeah, Chester chose to dump Maddy for both, his selfish reasons and also to keep her away from putting herself in danger while trying to make a better person out of him. 

Their break up was quite messy, he said some nasty things to her to make his point clear and she said some stuff that she didn't really mean, because she couldn't believe he was really dumping her. She didn't know his real reasons,only the shitty ones he made up which hurt her deeply. They called each other names a lot during their relationship, but it was more in a teasing, joking kind of way, she couldn’t believe he would seriously thinking about her like that.

Maddy was not a person who would cry after a break up, she was more angry at him than sad. But after their break up Maddy often found herself thinking about just asking him for sex, because it's not that she could just quickly find someone who would be willing to do her and not that there was many options anyway XD (Theodor doesn't counts, he is just BIG NO) but then she always remembered that she had pride and so she never followed up with her desire to.

Now they barely talk. They basically only talk to each other when it is about something concerning a 'work task' or something general around the presence of others of their clan. Despite pretending things between them are over, they feel something for each other, which sometimes makes it hard for them to be around each other, which leads both of them often making snappy remarks at each other to cover the fact seeing each other makes them uncomfortable. They are both quite good at acting indifferent, so they both think the other one doesn’t think about the other anymore XD

Maddy, Chester © me/doloresdraws lyrics © True Love by Pink & Lily Allen

[songtoyou]

Tempting Fate - Part Seventeen

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,460

Story Summary: Tommy is not a believer in fate or destiny. However, a new resident in Small Heath will question his beliefs and push his boundaries outside his comfort zone. Miss Young arrives in Small Heath looking for her soulmate and meets the Shelby clan along. At first, Tommy distrusts the newly hired barmaid but soon finds himself drawn to her and can't understand why.

Chapter Snippet: "So, it was Campbell who did this, eh," he confirmed.

"Major Chester Campbell. I asked him what he wanted, and he said, and I quote, 'Insurance that your boyfriend will make do on his promise to Mr. Churchill and me,'" you relayed to him. "What is he talking about, Tommy? And don't you dare tell me that it is nothing to worry about or that you have everything covered. We are way past that point, as you can see."

A/N: There are some Romani phrases in this chapter. I hope they are accurate and don't offend anyone if they are not 100% correct.

Pen = sister Nash avri! (nosh ah-VREE) = "Go away!" Av akai (AHV ah-KIE) = "Come here" Si tut bocklo? (SEE TOOT bock-LO) = "Are you hungry?" Chindilan? (chin-DEE-lan) = "Are you tired?" Kon? = "Who?" Soske? (SOSS-kay) = "Why?" o Bengh = The devil (evil) Shesti! (SHES-tee) = "Nonsense!"

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"Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear." -Niccolò Machiavelli

When you eventually came to, you saw Campbell's back retreating from the ally. You felt disoriented and confused. 'What the Hell just happened?' you thought to yourself, trying to stand up.

You touch the side of your head where Campbell hit with his cane. Surprisingly, it didn't really hurt, but you noticed that blood covered your hand.

You looked down. There was blood everywhere, on your clothes and caked in your hair. Feeling yourself about to faint at the sight of all the blood., a pair of arms caught you and helped you stand up.

You opened your eyes to see Jeremiah Jesus holding you up. He said your name and lightly touched the bleeding wound.

"What happened to you?" he asked, alarmed, and took out a handkerchief to hold against the bleeding wound.

"Ouch! Okay, it hurts when pressure is put on the wound," you told him.

Jeremiah leaned you against a box crate to inspect the wound more closely. "You got a bad cut. It looks pretty deep, too. You're going to need stitches," Jeremiah assessed. "Isaiah!" Jeremiah yelled to get his son's attention.

Soon, you saw the younger man run-up to his father. He slowed his speed once he saw the state of you. "Holy shit," Isaiah uttered and handed you another handkerchief. You took it and pressed it to your head.

Repeating your name, Jeremiah asked who did this to you.

You sighed, "Some Irish asshole named Campbell. He hit me with his cane."

Both Jeremiah and Isaiah stiffened when you said the name. You caught sight of the look between father and son. "You both have heard of him?" you asked.

"Isaiah, go get Tommy. Tell him to meet us at Peter's home," Jeremiah instructed his son and turned towards you. "Come on. We need to get you stitched up."

"No!" you shouted. "Don't get Tommy. Please don't," you were begging, but Isaiah had already made his way out of the ally.

Jeremiah said your name to get your attention. He put his hands on your shoulders. "Listen to me, Tommy will know what to do, okay. Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I can walk."

"Peter is a good guy. He was one of the unit medics we all met during the war, one of the few medics Tommy trusts. You will be in good hands," Jeremiah reassured.

Putting an arm around Jeremiah, he led you to the home of Peter Bryson. Thankfully, he didn't live too far away. It took a while for Peter to answer the door, but Jeremiah didn't wait for an invitation to enter when he did.

"I got a bleeding head wound for ya, Peter. Can you stitch her up?"

Jeremiah set you down at the kitchen table. Peter didn't say much as he looked over your cut.

"Ouch!" you yelled as Peter proceeded to look at the cut on your head.

"Jesus Christ, that is a big gash on your head," Peter finally spoke. You immediately picked out the Scottish accent. Looking up, you took notice of his height. The man was tall. Probably towering over six feet, had dark blond hair and a full beard. Attractive? Yes, for sure.

"Can you fucking do something about it? Or are you just going to stare at it while I continue to bleed from my fucking head?" you bellowed, irritated.

"Alright, lass, no need to shout," commented Peter and left the room. He returned with a kit and opened it to pull out medical supplies. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured everyone a glass. "To good health," toasted Peter and downed his drink in one gulp.

You gave Jeremiah a look of concern, but he nodded his head in reassurance. Looking over at Peter, you saw that he poured some whiskey into a bowl and sterilized his tools. As you watched him thread his needle, you also downed the glass of whiskey. Reaching for the bottle to pour yourself another drink, Peter snatched it. He got up to look at your wound once more. He took a rag and soaked it with alcohol, and placed it back on your head.

"Put a little more pressure on it to help ease the bleeding. Follow my finger," Peter directed his finger back and forth. You followed along. "Do you know where you are?"

"Yes. Small Heath," you replied.

"What year is it?"

"1921. Why are you asking me this?" you wondered aloud.

"To make sure you don't have a concussion. Are you experiencing any symptoms such as vomiting, dizziness, or ringing in the ears? You don't have a headache, do you?" Peter questioned.

You shook your head, "No, I don't feel any of those things."

"That's good. You're going to have a large bump for a few days. If you are lucking, the scaring should be mild. Good thing your hair will most likely cover it," Peter observed and instructed you to hold still as he began to stitch up the cut. "Don't move or else…."

You sat very still as Peter stitched you up. The burly man was surprisingly gentle as he carefully sowed the deep cut on your head. Peter never faltered or got distracted. Even when Tommy came bursting through the door, Peter didn't flinch or stop what he was doing. You were rather impressed.

The look of fear and shock covered Tommy's face. You could tell he was enraged. However, you were glad that he composed himself, at least in front of Jeremiah, Peter, and Isaiah. He didn't like to lose his cool in front of others. Now was not the time for it.

Tommy asked Peter how it looked. Peter went over the details, similar to what he said to you earlier. Pulling out his cigarette case, Tommy lit one and sat down across from you. He merely watched in silence as Peter continued gently sew up the wound. You didn't look at him. You were too scared to for some reason. A part of you felt embarrassed. Another aspect of you was worried.

Worried that Tommy would once again think it would be in your best interest to stay away from one another. When Peter finally fished, he rubbed the wound with alcohol again to disinfect it.

"If you keep the area and stitches clean, then it most likely won't get infected," Peter advised. He brought in a bowl of water and other rags for you to clean the blood off your hands and face.

"Tommy, keep us posted, okay. Come on, son. Let's give these them some privacy," spoke Jeremiah. "Peter, it is good to seeing you."

"Thanks, Jeremiah, for finding her in time," Tommy acknowledged appreciatively to the preacher. "Isaiah, you did the right thing by coming to get me. I'll see you both later."

Cleaning up his supplies, Peter poured himself another drink. "Tommy," he greeted, but Tommy merely nodded in response. He was too focused on you.

"I'll leave you two alone," said Peter and left the room to give you and Tommy some privacy.

Immediately, Tommy kneeled in front of you. He helped you clean up the blood on your face, neck, and back of your head. For the first time since being dragged in that ally, you felt calm. Having Tommy near you made you feel safe.

"So, it was Campbell who did this, eh," he confirmed.

"Major Chester Campbell. I asked him what he wanted, and he said, and I quote, 'Insurance that your boyfriend will make do on his promise to Mr. Churchill and me,'" you relayed to him. "What is he talking about, Tommy? And don't you dare tell me that it is nothing to worry about or that you have everything covered. We are way past that point, as you can see."

Sighing, Tommy pulled a chair closer to you. "When I was in the hospital, Campbell visited me. He was aware that I killed a man and intended to hold it over me. If I don't cooperate as Campbell's spy, then he aims to hurt those around me."

"What else?" you demanded. You knew Tommy was leaving something out. How was Winston Churchill involved?

"Churchill is Campbell's handler. I wrote him a letter stating that I will only agree to Campbell's plan to assassinate someone if I receive an export license in return," relayed Tommy. "Both Churchill and I served in the war. I made a point to mention my honors and medals. See, Campbell didn't serve, so I figured it would give me an edge over the bastard."

You closed your eyes to hold back the tears. "Jesus Christ, Tommy," you whispered.

"Hey, listen to me," Tommy consoled and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and nestled into his neck.

The tears you desperately tried to hold back were now flowing. Tommy held you tight as you cried.

"Everything is going to be alright, love, I promise." Tommy wiped your tears with a cloth and kissed you on each cheek. "I know what I am doing. I am always one step ahead of these guys. They got nothing on me."

You gently snickered and dabbed your tears away. "I love how you are so sure of yourself."

"Come on, love. Don't start doubting me now," Tommy teased to lighten the mood.

That made you chuckle, "I could never doubt you, Tommy. I just hate when people think they can use you to do their bidding. Assassinations, Tommy. Who do they want you to kill?"

"I've already told you too much," Tommy professed and motioned for you to stand up. He looked around to make sure they didn't have any eavesdroppers listening in on their conversation. "Come on; I will walk you home. No going out tonight with Esme and Lizzie."

Before you could complain, Tommy held up his hand. "You need to rest. They will understand. You girls can go out another night."

You grumbled as Tommy escorted you to the door. "But us girls were going to have so much tonight."

Peter finally poked his head out from wherever he was. "You both heading out?"

"Yeah, thanks for taking of everything, Peter," said Tommy and shook Peter's hand.

"Not a problem," the Scotsman replied. He turned to you, "Take care of yourself."

"I will. Thank you, Peter," you told him and exited the home with Tommy following closely behind.

As Tommy took your hand to head to your home, you pulled him back. "What's the matter?" he asked when he saw the look of unease on your face.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" you asked, looking down at the cobbled ground. "It's just… I'd feel safer under the Shelby roof, you know."

"Of course," was Tommy's reply and led you towards the Shelby home on Watery Lane.

Polly was in the kitchen making dinner as you entered the house while Finn was chopping up vegetables.

"Tommy, is everything okay?" asked Michael. The younger man looked at you, and his eyes widened. "What happened?"

When Isaiah came barging into Tommy's office earlier to tell him what happened, he ordered Michael back to the house. He was thankful Michael followed his commands.

"She is fine, Michael. Just had an accident," Tommy told his cousin.

Polly and Finn looked over and instantly ran over to you. Not wanting all of the fuss, you stepped behind Tommy. "Relax, everyone. Don't overcrowd her now. Everything is fine."

Tommy repeated that you had an accident and that you were going to be okay. He clearly did not want to get into revealing that it was Campbell who attacked you.

"I need to lay down," you told Tommy. You were feeling lightheaded, and all you wanted to do was rest.

Tommy guided you upstairs and into his room. You peeled off your clothes and tossed them aside. You were sad that one of your new dresses was ruined. Tommy took off his coat, set it aside to pour water into his basin, and soaked a washcloth. He rang it out and pulled you closer to begin, once again, to clean the excess blood. He wet his hand ran it along the back of your head to help rinse out the blood, careful not to disturb your stitches.

Tommy treated you as if you were porcelain, scared that if he were too rough, he would break you. He gave you one of his white undershirts to wear and helped you into his bed.

“Interesting day, huh?” you laughed. “I had the best time in your office earlier. That was wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed that part.”

Now it was Tommy’s turn to laugh, “Me too, love.” Tommy was quiet for a moment as he held your cheek. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. Campbell will pay for laying a hand on you. I will make sure that everyone, my enemies especially, know not to lay a finger on you.”

“You don’t think I’m weak, do you?” you asked him.

“Never,” Tommy answered and leaned down to kiss you on the lips. He got up from the bed and retrieved his coat, “I do need to get back to the office, but I won’t be gone too long. You’re safe now.”

“Okay,” was all you said.

Soon, Esme came busting through the bedroom door. “Pen!” she yelled, pushing Tommy out of the way. “Who hurt you? Who do I have to kill?”

“Esme, calm down,” Tommy interrupted but backed off when Esme shot daggers at him.

“Nash avri!” she yelled once again and pushed Tommy out of his own room. Esme pulled the covers down and got into bed with you. “Av akai.” She held her arms open, and you settled in them, head resting on her chest.

“Si tut bocklo?” she asked as she stroked your hair.

“No,” you told her.

“Chindilan?” Another question from Esme.

“Yes, I’m tired. But I will be okay.”

“Kon?”

“Campbell,” you replied with a sigh.

“Soske?” inquired Esme.

“Because…he’s o Bengh.”

The two of you lied in Tommy’s bed in comfortable silence. You almost fell asleep until Esme spoke up once again.

“Pen, I think you need leave Tommy,” suggested Esme. “What happened to you today? That is only a sliver of what one of Tommy’s enemies could do to you. He will always have someone after him. They will use you to get to him.”

“Shesti,” you told her adamantly. “I’m not leaving Tommy. Ever!”

You turned to face the wall and covered the blankets over your head. You didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Okay,” Esme said defeatedly. But she didn’t leave you. Instead, Esme would stay to watch over you until Tommy returned.