#i hope it is the biggest reckoning possible

[starheirxero]

MOON'S GETTING MORE AND MORE INSANE- MY WISHES ARE COMING TRUE-

And Ruin just does not care about the danger he is in- I love myself some overconfident yet genius robot👀 Buddy, you gotta learn self-perseverence-

-Statdust

YEHAYAYAYAYEA!!!!! Moon is just spiraling harder and harder and it's SOOO FASCINATING!!!!!! I need to shake him like a ragdoll

AND RUIN YEAH OH MY GHOD HE IS THE WORST /POS

He is just constantly in a state of batting his eyelashes and posing so politely like he hasn't done terrible things or isn't in terrible danger. He's so silly I love him HSJANMSN

[haruka-norikoyo]

Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s sibling Part 4

Welp, this ended up as a long one. Enjoy!

Other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Part 4/?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you had gotten back to class after running after your brother, you were met with a barrage of questions from your friends. Things such as “what happened?” “who died?” and “are you okay?”

You’d just brushed it off, saying you were feeling silly. “What do you mean you were feeling silly!?” Kaminari gawks at you, unconvinced.

You shrug, smiling mysteriously. “Turns out it was a false alarm.”

“You said ‘he’s gonna kill him!’ and begged Aizawa sensei to let you leave— what false alarm could it possibly be?”

“A false one.”

Sero groans. “You really are a smartass sometimes…”

“Ehe.”

“Don’t you ‘ehe’ me!”

***

>> “wanna hang out in my dorm after school?”

You raised your brow at Neito’s message, looking over at his table. He’s usually more discreet than texting you while eating lunch with his friends. Then you remember that 1-B now knows about your relationship with him thanks to this morning’s incident. There’s no need to be secretive now. >> “<3”

>> “i’ll take that as a yes then”

>> “😘”

>> “😘”

***

You stand in front of 1-B’s dorm building, staring at the door with growing apprehension. Sure, you’d been there before. Several late night conversations with your boyfriend, but only ever through the window of their common room. You’d never actually been inside to meet with him. Your palms are getting sweaty, so you rub them on your pants.

I wonder what his classmates think of me… That’s the biggest thing in your mind. You feel like you know them through Neito, always talking fondly of them. Not the bragging he usually does with your classmates. The thoughtful— sincere, side of him shines through when he shares his experience with his class with you. You reckon he’s nervous too. Two of what he loves having a formal meeting. You must’ve been been standing there a while, because someone catches sight of you from the window and hurriedly runs to the door.

“Togata-san, you’re here for Monoma, right?” a boy with a braid, whom you recognize as Rin opens the door. He smiles politely at you, which you return immediately.

“Yeah,” you nod. That sounded a lot more curt than you hoped, so you spluttered to say more. “Ah— um..! Thanks for getting the door. Rin-san, right? Neito talks a lot about you and your classmates so I know a lot about you guys— w-wait, not like in a creepy way I mean— a good way? Um…” I wanna ask Honenuki-san to bury me in the earth… Rin blinks. He chuckles softly, waving his hand. “Ah, yeah, I get it. Please come in.”

You shut your mouth, only muttering a small, “thank you” while you look down in embarrassment. Rin just smiles and leads you into the dorm. Class 1-B’s building isn’t so different from 1-A’s. It’s the same interior and layout, which you were expecting.

“Togata-san’s here, where’s Monoma?” Rin asks as you enter the lounge area. On the couch were Kaibara, Kamakiri, Tsubaraba, and Tetsutetsu.

“Last time I checked, he’s in his room,” Kaibara shrugs, looking over the couch. He makes eye contact with you. “Hey Togata, welcome to 1-B dorm.”

You smile and wave at the boys peeking over the couch, gulping down your nervousness.

Tetsutetsu sat up and cups his hand over his mouth in the direction of the staircase. “Lover boy..! Togata’s here!!! Like— your Togata, not the scary upperclassman.”

“Oh! Togata’s here?” Turning around, you see Tokage and Kodai approaching you. “Kendo’s not here right now, so in her stead I’ll say this— make yourself at home! You’re welcome over here.”

“Thank you,” you scratch your cheek, which is heating up from everyone’s eyes on you. “I’m happy to be here.”

The girls sit down over at the other couch, Tokage patting the spot beside her. “C’mon, have a seat!”

Hm, Neito seems to be talking a while, so… “Sure.” You set down the small bag you brought on the floor in front of you as you sit down. It was filled with snacks Neito and you both like, as well as your water bottle. Tokage looks at you and grins. “Mind if we ask stuff about you and Monoma? We’re curious.”

“We tried asking him earlier, but was too embarrassed to say anything. He was red..!” Kaibara says with a snicker. “Oh, well, I don’t mind answering,” you shrug.

“Well, if that’s the case, how long have you and Monoma have been together?” Rin asks.

You hum, looking up in thought. “Oh, since near the end of middle school.”

“Before the year even started!” Tsubaraba says in mock offense. “He never said anything!”

You chuckle, feeling your shoulders start to loosen up as you converse. “Well, he says he didn’t get the chance to mention it. Then after the stuff in the sports festival, well…” That’s mostly when his vendetta against your class started. The surrounding 1-B seems to have figured much as well, letting out a collective “Ah”.

“Makes sense, makes sense.”

“You don’t mind him tearing into your class daily?” Kamakiri asks. “From what I’ve seen, you’re fairly close with your classmates.”

“Well, none of them seem hurt by his remarks, and I know he doesn’t mean the stuff he says against them. Plus, Kendo-san’s always there to stop him if he says anything too far.”

“Yeah! Kendo’s amazing ain’t she?”

“Mhm! She really is.” You nod over at Tetsutetsu. “But Neito does stop mentioning things when I ask him to.” Ahem, that one time with Iida and the Stain incident.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself for that, Togata…” Kamakiri says, grimacing at the amount of times Kendo had told Neito not to try and provoke class 1-A. “It’s favoritism! He’s so cheesy!” Tsubaraba laughs, then looks at you. “Is he like, the super romantic type? Oh please tell us!” Everyone else leans closer in anticipation, eager to tease Neito with whatever new information you reveal. Aw, they really do love him! You were happy to oblige despite the high chance that your boyfriend will complain about it. “Oh he’s the sweetest..!” you gush. You’d take any opportunity to humble brag about your Neito. “He kisses my wrist every time he sees me. He’s so thoughtful. He knows what kind of date I might be in the mood for. Like one time it was raining, he took me to this manga cafe with a super comfy atmosphere. He’s sooo supportive and reliable too! He helps me train with my quirk by copying it and giving pointers. And and—”

You hear clamoring upstairs and stop your rambling in confusion.

Just then, Neito rushes down. “(Y/n)! Sorry, I was… uh, busy.”

Honenuki peeks his head out from the top of the stairs. “He was franticly cleaning his room because he wants to impress Togata. Kehehe.”

“S-Shut up Honenuki! I wasn’t!” Neito looks back, but the skull faced boy was already out of sight. He just grumbles and continues descending the stairs. “About time lover boy arrived!”

“Stop calling me that Tetsu!”

“What? It’s not a wrong description from what Togata’s been telling us,” Togake grins, patting you on the shoulder. Neito looks at you, aghast, like this is the ultimate betrayal. “(Y/n), what did you tell them?!”

You smile sheepishly, “I just told them how good of a boyfriend you are…”

“Urgh…” Neito averts his eyes. He could never be truly upset with you. “Well, if that’s all you’ve told them…”

“So there’s embarrassing stories they could tell us!? Togata, spill!”

“Nuh uh! We’re going to my room!” Neito picks up your bag from the floor and ushers you out of the lounge area with his other hand on your back.

“Aw! You’re no fun lover boy!”

Neito grumbles as you round the steps, running into Shiozaki who was heading out of her room.

“Do care not to do anything the lord would not condone while you’re in there,” she says.

“We’re not!” By this point, Neito’s face is flushed red. He quickens his pace as he leads you to his room, slamming the door once you’re both in. He takes a deep breath.

“Well that went lovely,” you grin. Looking around the room, everything is tidy. Not that Neito is a particularly messy person, but his dresser seems suspiciously packed as if he’d just shoved any clutter in there.

Neito groans, falling back on his bed with your bag in hand. Instead of dignifying your remark with a response, he waves the strap of your bag, “You got the snacks in here?”

“Of course I do. Scooch over,” you sit down as he rolled to his side to make room for you. “Not really much though. Just two small bags cause my allowance is low. Got any drinks? I want something cold.”

He huffs, stretching his arm for his laptop on his desk. He was adamant on staying laid out on the bed, so you reached for it instead. “There’s soda in the kitchen, which I could get, but that means, well…”

“I could go down there myself if you don’t wanna be teased by your friends,” you were already beginning stand up when Neito wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back down.

“Oh but how could I make my lovely partner run errands?”

You laugh as he dumps you on the bed, one arm still around you. His other one grabs his bedsheets. Soon, you were wrapped up like a cocoon.

“Besides, you’re gonna reveal something embarrassing about me while I don’t have my eye on you,” he murmurs, sending you a mock glare. He kisses your forehead, getting up.

“Aww, you’re really gonna subject yourself to teasing for me?” Neito rolls his eyes. Before heading out the door, he says, “There’s ice cream too. Want some?”

“Ooh, sure. What kind?”

“Just vanilla. But I think we still have syrups and other toppings left. I’m sure they won’t mind if we hog the class stash for our little date,” he leaves you with a wink, gently shutting the door behind him. You smile and shake your head, scrolling through the movie options in his laptop on your shared Netflix account.

Full of caution, Neito sneaks down the stairs. Everyone you’d left in the lounge area are still there, chatting. He shuffles away from them silently and slips into the kitchen.

He got the soda, two glasses, the ice cream he’ll get last, and looking at the cupboards, barely anything let alone sprinkles or syrup. Damn it, I forgot it’s restock day. I should’ve checked the pantry before inviting (y/n) over. Neito’s surprised that he’d be so hasty to invite you over. He basically almost perished by the hands of your brother if you hadn’t been found out or arrived on time, and his first thought was to go on a little movie date with you now that his class is aware of your relationship. He realizes that he misses you a lot more than he realizes. It’s petulant. It’s not as if you’re long distance. But that’s how he feels being unable to be by your side for a proper date after the dorm system got implemented. (Y/n) already brought snacks so… it should be fine? He can’t help but lament the less than perfect scenario. It isn’t a big deal but he isn’t the type to settle—

“What’re you standing in thought for?”

Neito nearly jumps, only now noticing that Kendo, Bondo, Komori, and Kuroiro are back. In their hands are several plastic bags from the grocery store. “Perfect timing, Kendo!”

She raises a brow at him as she sets down the bags she’s holding, “That’s suspicious. Usually you’re trying to shake me off in order to berate class A.”

He scoffs, but holds back his smartass retorts. “Did you guys buy sprinkles and syrup?”

“Yeah, I think it was in that bag.”

Neito quickly rummages through the bag Kuroiro pointed him to. “Needless to say, I’ll reimburse in the jar.” Ergo, the jar the class each contributes their allowances to for groceries. Bondo glances at the two cups and two bowls, and like a puzzle piece being glued— heh— he remembers the events of this morning. “Ah, these are for Togata-san.”

“Uh huh,” Neito absentmindedly says, heading over to the freezer and finding less that a third of ice cream in the final tub. “Shoot.”

“We bought more.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, turning back to the bags.

“Wait, if it’s for your date, my parents sent me creampuffs. You should take them with you,” Kinoko says, moving to retrieve them from the pantry.

“Really? Are you sure? You just said that they’re from your parents.”

Kinoko waves it off. “They’re just leftovers from one of my relative’s store. I get them all the time. You can just get a couple if you don’t wanna take all of them.”

“Hm, I do have a box of microwave popcorn in my room… are you doing a movie date?” Kuroiro asks.

“Yeah, but…”

Somehow, his classmates ended up giving their own contributions, which ended up in Neito pushing a tray cart filled with snacks up the stairs. The trays of which are lent by Shoda and the cart itself by Tsunotori.

Is it like when there’s only one child to spoil in a family? Neito wonders. You are the singular couple in the first year hero course. Maybe that’s a part of it. He disregards the high probability that they’re hoping that he’d be somewhat cordial with your class while he’s dating you. Little do they know you quite like it when he gets a tad insane. Behind him, he’s dragging a wagon behind him piled with blankets and clothes pins because Honenuki suggested making a fort with you. They very much hijacked your date, but he’s still grateful about it, whatever their reason may be for helping.

He carries the wagon and cart up the stairs, having copied Yanagi’s quirk. Reaching the top, he’s faced with Mirio’s head peeking out from the floor in the middle of the hallway.

Neito stares. Mirio stares back.

“Hello.”

“Hello to you too, onii-san. Are you here to kill me?”

“Haha, no. (Y/n) will never forgive me,” he says, sticking his arm out of the floor to rub his head.

Neito shifts in place. What’s he here for then? A drop of sweat trickles down from his forehead as he waited for Mirio to reiterate what he’s here for.

“I’m here because I’d like to make an offer to you. Think of it as an olive branch being extended.”

Neito raises a brow. A peace offering? “I’m listening…”

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

I can not possibly put into words how disappointed I am. Because I can simply NOT understand how adar turned from a formidable fearless warrior on ep 7 to this SHIT SHOW in ep 8. The move that glug pulled w the knife was the same w what elrond tried to do last ep. I am just. Speechless and also honestly just a fool w my high ass expectations.

@mirkwood Okay, so here it is: my biggest beef with episode 8 is not that Adar died. It's that he didn't get one last reckoning with Sauron.

I could fix that scene to make it more satisfying with TWO minutes of additional screen time (which we could GLADLY yoink from the scene where Isildur and Estrid suck face, ASK me how much I Do Not Care about that storyline).

Here's the setup:

Galadriel comes upon transformed Adar. He gives her the ring back, tells her to take it and use it in the fight against Sauron. She tells him "I cannot face him alone." (PAYING OFF ON THE LINE GIL-GALAD SAID TO HER EARLIER IN THE SEASON THAT WAS *LITERALLY* INCLDUED IN THE RECAP FOR THIS EPISODE, FFS.)

SAURON shows up.

Adar: "You are not alone".

THEY BOTH DRAW SWORDS. CUE LAST TEMPTATION TRACK.

They both attack Sauron (who brings his own fucking sword to the knife fight, because COME ON, him fighting with Adar's sword is just rude AF.)

Adar fights his ancient foe like the BADASS MOTHERFUCKER THAT HE IS.

And it seems like together, they are actually winning. There is hope.

But then!

What's that coming through the trees? It's a band of uruks. Glug is injured!

This pulls Adar's focus away from the fight, because HIS CHILDREN COME FIRST, ALWAYS, AND HIS BELOVED SON IS HURT.

Galadriel, engaged with Sauron, yells at him to go to them, because she understands him now and has compassion for his children. BEACAUSE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

He runs to them. He gets ides of March-ed.

It's sad AF.

Gal keeps going, alone now. The fight goes downhill, and ends EXACTLY WHERE IT DID with her yeeting herself off a cliff.

Anyway, that's how I woulda done it...

[robinbuckleysfringe]

paper rings

a joseph quinn social media au

pairings: joseph quinn x keery!reader

warnings: pronouns for reader vary between she & they, I've tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible even tho I do use female faceclaims

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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*a few months later*

*yninstagram has posted to their story*

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*yninstagram has posted*

tagged strangerthings, joekeery, maya_hawke, millybobbybrown, josephquinn & charlie.r.heaton

liked by florencepugh, tomholland2013, madisonbaileybabe, rudeth and others

yninstagram took a break from filming the boat show to visit the upside down for the night. stranger things season 4, part 1 lands on Netflix May 27th ❤️🦇

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rachelzegler MY BESTIE IS A STAR. SO PROUD OF YOU!!! 🫶🏻💕⭐️⭐️⭐️

> yninstagram love youuuu rach 💕💕💕💕

madisonbaileybabe yesss y/n!!! get it girl!!

> yninstagram love you bby 🫶🏻💕

carlaciagrant so proud of you girl!!

> yninstagram aww, love you lacy 🫶🏻💕

madelyncline slay queen!!!

> yninstagram 😘🫶🏻

joekeery can't believe maya got 2 photos and I got the one :((

> yninstagram how could I not when she looked so amazing?? 🤷🏻‍♀️

> joekeery are you saying I didn't???

> yninstagram I didn't say you did

rudeth she's a star ⭐️

> hichasestokes 2 Netflix shows??? she's the biggest star

> yninstagram aww, love you boys 🫶🏻💕😘

josephquinn the prettiest girl at the party :)) ❤️

> yninstagram oh, shush 🫶🏻❤️

> user AHHHH

> user joe's comment!!! omg!!!!

millybobbybrown love you y/n 🫶🏻🫶🏻

> yninstagram right back at ya mils 🫶🏻🫶🏻

user may 27th can't come soon enough!!

user you're so pretty!!!

user I'm so excited for this season!!!

user season 4 is gonna be so good!! but I'm so scared for your character!!

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*6 months later*

*yninstagram has posted*

liked by josephquinn, rachelzegler, maya_hawke, madelyncline and others

yninstagram treated myself to a lovely little holiday with my love ❤️

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nattyiceofficial hope it was the relaxing holiday you deserve, you little worker bee 🐝🫶🏻

> yninstagram it was nat, thank you for suggesting a truly beautiful place 🫶🏻🫶🏻

madisonbaileybabe actually so jealous of you two gorgeous humans 🫶🏻

> yninstagram omg you should take Mariah. you'd love it!!

rachelzegler STUNNING 😍😍😍

josephquinn the beach looks good on you 😉😘

> yninstagram I could say the same thing 😉🫶🏻

> user wait, what does this mean???

> user2 Y/N!!!

> user3 is this them confirming that Joe's the guy in the post??? are they together???

> user4 freaking out omg!!!

user y/n, who's the guy???

> user2 I reckon it's joseph quinn. I mean, did you see his comment and y/n's reply??

> user3 that doesn't necessarily mean anything

> user2 yes, but the guy in the photos low-key looks like him. so??

user can we talk about that last pic??? whoever this mystery man is, you can tell he's down bad for them

> user4 they're so cute together it's unreal

user I want whatever it is that y/n and their mystery man have 🥰🥺

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whoops, accidentally just stopped writing and posting this story (and a few others tbh) for a while. anyways, I'm back, hopefully with some regular updates.

[commandtower-solring-go]

So you'll see the big recipes in the Project Ozone and reckon that, it'll be rough, but it can possibility be that bad.

Its that bad.

I can't get to the nether. This is my biggest bottleneck.

The recipe for Flint and Steel requires Steel. To make steel you need to make a Blast Brick Oven. This requires Nether Bri- DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEm.

Oh, but the intended way to get to the nether is with a nether cake, obviously. Except you need a cake. Which needs milk and eggs. THIS IS A SKY BLOCK.

so here i am sitting, waiting for my grass to slowly spread, 1000 blocks away from spawn, in a forest biome, in hopes of spawning chickens and a cow.

To get to the nether

to get steel

to get to the nether

[transmutationisms]

i am the world's biggest wikipedia defender (especially against people who say that it's unreliable) because, while i know it's not infallible (is anything, though?), it is peer-reviewed. once, my friend edited the othello page to include a joke we had made and she got her account banned. how do you reckon with wikipedia as a source of knowledge? my understanding of it is that it can serve as a good base for things, but learning never stops and one should read as many sources as possible to gain a fuller understanding of whatever they want to know about. this is a very long-winded way of asking your opinions on wikipedia. my apologies, and i hope today is alright for you :~)

wikipedia obviously gets a lot of flak for the fact that anyone can edit it, which means that people certainly can and do check each other's work, but also that anybody with an axe to grind or just a poor understanding of a subject can potentially really distort the presentation of that topic. there have been some high-profile cases of bad and even dangerous editorialising, like the woman who basically single-handedly is trying to correct a whole bunch of pages for former nazis that really whitewashed their legacies and cited various antisemitic and white supremacist sources to do so. i think it would be foolish to claim that crowdsourced knowledge is inherently accurate, fair, nuanced, &c. wikipedia replicates the biases people put into it, and just having more people edit it doesn't instantly 'average them out' because yknow, we're often talking about widely held positions or prejudices that have also caused distortions in many of the cited sources. also, wikipedia has many more gaps than most people realise, partly because an encyclopedia is necessarily a massive undertaking and also because, by design, it excludes eg oral traditions, non-literate people, &c.

however i do find a lot of wikipedia criticism annoying because it will usually involve trying to counterpose wikipedia to approved academic channels of knowledge production, specifically in a way that sets academic institutions and publishing as an intellectual gold standard that crowd knowledge simply can't compete with. academia is not some kind of magical solution to problems of distortion and bias; academics have their own ways of perpetuating and rationalising prejudices, and reinforcing rather than challenging each other's epistemological authority and laziest, most harmful assumptions. not to mention that many shitty wikipedia articles do actually cite approved academic sources published by university presses! because these characteristics do not actually guarantee that a source is good, only that it passed quality control at a reactionary institution lol.

ultimately i approach wikipedia basically the same way i approach any academic text, which is to say i have to read both with attention to how the arguments are being developed, what evidence they rely on, what ideological assumptions are being made or defended, and so forth. i can't really think of a source or genre of source that i would endorse just reading and uncritically believing; in that sense i certainly agree with people who point out the major potential for inaccuracy in wikipedia articles, only i think this line of criticism is totally useless and blatantly elitist if it simply exempts 'respectable' academic sources or presumes institutional channels of knowledge to be epistemologically infallible.

anyway i use wikipedia to check dates of major events and it's sometimes useful or intriguing simply to see what about a topic interested people enough to write an entry about it. but i don't automatically trust any arguments or analyses in wikipedia articles, any more than i would the thesis of any nonfiction book i pick up.

[bliss-wily]

Ginyu Force Headcanons

A long time coming, several months in fact. I am so sorry to the anon who asked for these. I hope you still see these. As always SFW, I like to keep my blog a safe place. As always, if these overlap with anyone else’s it is simply coincidence. Most of these are pretty darn silly, I have gone with five for each member, plus an extra five for the group as a whole. Who doesn’t love the Ginyu Force, hehe?

Bonyu

Completely no-nonsense, not just with posing. Hence why she left, she needed to be around more ‘intelligent’ minds.

Related to Jeice in some way – maybe cousin or sister. I am not basing this solely on visual clues, she can use Crusher Ball after all.

Given her refusal to pose, had she been on Namek then perhaps the tables may have turned on Goku and Vegeta (well, at least for a little while – of course, the boys would eventually win).

Furthermore, she is likely the most competent when it comes to fighting as she is not leaving herself wide open much like the others had. She would be serious, and she wouldn’t be spending her fights taunting or arguing about candy with her teammates.

She takes every aspect of her job seriously and expects the others to do the same. Therefore, finds Taino annoying for her fangirling over the squadron (if you know, you know).

Burter

I reckon Burter may have the biggest sweet tooth of the entire squadron.

The poor guy is a little scared of women because of his relationship with his mother growing up.

By extension gets a little scared of Bonyu if she shouts or gets mad.

Thinks of the Ginyu Force as his family, worries about for whatever reason combing with the Armoured Squadron.

Absolutely games with Jeice, however, knows when to stop unlike his comrade. The team comes first.

Jeice

Swears like a sailor sometimes – gets told off by Captain Ginyu if he gets caught, Jeice is the youngest for the sake of my headcanons.

Unsurprisingly collects baseball cards.

Has most definitely slacked off to play video games on more than one occasion.

Too cocky for his own good at times. Jeice can also be a bit too openly flirty at the worst possible times.

This boy never runs out of energy and I reckon after Ginyu and Bonyu is probably the smartest. He definitely earned his second in command position for good reason.

Ginyu

A complete romantic should he become involved with someone.

Likely tries to manage any Frieza Force social media seeing as he is such a team player.

Ballroom dancing is a (not so secret) passion of Ginyu’s.

Has a stash of ice cream cake, it’s his favourite snack.

Likely gags anytime he sees a fly now, yes, I’m operating on the idea that he somehow got his body back from the frog. An AU if you will.

Guldo

A little insecure because he’s one of the smallest in size amongst the Frieza Force.

Also, a little worried sometimes that he isn’t worthy of the Ginyu Force as he isn’t as physically strong.

Of all of them, Guldo is the one most likely to find a way out of training, he’s a bit too reliant on stopping time and using psychic abilities.

Would be the one most likely to betray the Ginyu Force in favour of the Armoured Squadron. He’s an opportunist.

Get’s easily jealous if the others become close to outsiders in case he gets replaced.

Recoome

The biggest sweetheart if you get to know him.

I will assume Recoome works harder than the others too. He loves his job.

May act like a dumb brute but there is a brain there which he uses to his advantage seeing as he is underestimated so much. (By enemies anyway)

Treats Guldo the best of all members, he definitely looks out for the smallest member.

Absolutely still partakes in ballet, it has never left him.

Ginyu Force as a Whole

Jeice and Burter are 100% dating. (Simply for my headcanons, I am not forcing this on anyone, I promise.)

Mess with one, you mess with them all. That is a given.

They definitely run some form of fitness club for special training. Likely work anyone who shows up to the bone. They have a reputation to uphold as Frieza’s strongest after all.

In some parts of the universe, they are perhaps treated like celebrities. Parts of the Frieza Force are likely famous, and the Ginyu Force is most definitely one of those parts.

Have absolutely coerced Frieza or other members of the Frieza Force to do silly and embarrassing things on more than one occasion. Some light hearted evil!

[talaofthevalley]

Another one for the Yu-Gi-Oh ask meme! I'm going to be super basic but consider it fair retribution, because I'm STILL NOT DONE answering your ask :') (What have you done, what monster have you unleashed.)

So, your turn for Yusaku/Playmaker!

Looking forward to the reckoning >: D

YUSAKU MY BOY YUSAKU!

Why I like them/why I don’t Yusaku is just.... great. He's so great. He's an awkward teenager in real life and a cyber vigilante at the same time. He's so emotionally mature compared to pretty much everyone around him. One of Yusaku's biggest safety nets for not being Playmaker is no one would believe Playmaker is a teenager. One of the few protagonists who didn't need the power of friendship to get through his show because he's strong enough on his owns, and in a way he is the power of friendship here. It's just that the people he's deemed important and is shown to be important to him all oppose him at some point. And because Yusaku is one of the strongest duelists in all of Yugioh it's like throwing themselves at a brick wall in hopes of breaking it. And he's just genuinely so damn cool? His comebacks in duels are so fun to watch, because the show is full of people who think they can outsmart him and be the one to defeat Playmaker. But they all fail, and realise Playmaker was thinking much further ahead than they were. And it's so satisfying. And he can be so extremely savage with his lines, it's so funny.

And like I dunno if this is a unpopular opinion (and honestly... don't care much if it is), but I relate to Yusaku's reluctance to make friends and get along with people. And I know that's in part because of his PTSD, but even after he starts moving forward post-S1, he's still not gungho about making friends. It reads to me like while he wants connections with people, he's not desperate for it, and won't buckle at the slightest hint of friendlyness from others. He's not so starved for connection he'll get attached to anyone who is nice to him. And that can absolutely be part of his trauma! Just saying I relate to it, as someone who has never been starved for friendship even when I had none near me.

What I like about their appearance I like his hair colours a ton, and how vivid his eyes are. I find it so funny but fitting his casual outfit is just a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. It's so teenage boy of him.

The Playmaker design is one I know people are split on, especially the hair, but personally I love it. The colours give him an almost retro feeling to me, with the dark green and black with splashes of yellow, then the bright colour of his hair. The styling of his hair looks So cool to me, almost like he's exploded from the inside out and letting his emotions out with them, since he's so emotive as Playmaker compared to real life. The yellow line over the suit and the four spaces on his hand that glows when he uses his skill is just perfect design.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? No change! Yay.

OTP Datastorm my beloved-

NOTP Aiballshipping. And I mean specifically romantic, cause I do like them queerplatonic.

OT3 Again, polycule with Yusaku/Ryoken and queerplatonic Yusaku/Ai.

Favourite card they use Firewall Dragon, to be basic again. It's got such a kickass design, and I love the possible methaphors involved with one of Yusaku's ace monsters being themed around a firewall, something to keep harmful viruses and programs out to protect the system it's on. It's Neat. It's also got a funny beak mouth that looks so silly when open.

Favourite moment they were in Gosh I have so many-

Okay so I don't know if it's The Yusaku moment I love the most, but it's one that I think about a lot. During his second duel with Bohman, when Playmaker is accused of being an AI who stole Bohman's body and that he's not the real Fujiki Yusaku, what Playmaker uses as proof that he is the real one is-

his meeting with Ryoken when they were young.

Like- to put aside the shipping for a moment, because I won't deny that plays a part and that I'm biased, how interesting is it that this is what Yusaku deems important enough to justify his whole existence? To prove he's real? It speaks of a kind of personal understanding, but also of a great emotional part of himself despite how stoic and no-nonsense he appears. Yusaku is actually a very emotionally drive person, it just doesn't come off that way because he's so levelheaded and mature. He doesn't use logic here for why he's the real Fujiki Yusaku, or any holes in Bohman's memory. It's about the bond he shares with Ryoken. He sees this meeting and Ryoken leading him to the experiments as part of Ryoken's guilt, why he began talking to Yusaku while he was held captive.

It's this connection to Ryoken, the binding proof someone was affected by Yusaku's imprisonment, that makes him sure he's the real one even when he admits no one can tell for sure if their memories are real or not. Ryoken wouldn't have reacted and said the things he did in S1 if they didn't have this connection. It's an answer rooted staunchly in emotions coming from a character who on the outset does not appear to think that way, but it's proof he does. And it's kind of beautiful. Despite what people say, Yusaku is painfully, wonderfully human.

Least favourite moment My perfect boy has done nothing wrong ever in his life-

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer II - Track 17 - Special

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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Five days in Florida with Harry on tour had proven to be a dream come true. After the next two shows, Harry was on such a high that I swore I could see stars in his eyes. He took me back to our room, stripping me hungrily before making love to me so good that my eyes would roll back in my head. For a second, I worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him, his sexual desire insatiable, especially if he kept it up for the duration of the tour. But he only laughed when I told him this, declaring it was only because I was there to turn him on - as if nothing nor no one else possibly could.

“I see the bulge in your jeans when you’re on stage, Styles,” I teased him. “You turn yourself on.”

By the time the tour was set to head to Atlanta, Harry’s album was already in the top twenty, and still climbing the charts. Irving told the band that if the album reached number one during the tour, he’d treat everyone to a party at whichever hotel we were staying. Harry, ever the humble musician, claimed every night was like a party to him to just be able to sing his songs. But I knew deep down that he would love to reach number one after having gone solo.

Night after night I stood in the wings watching my man as thousands of fans screamed for him. A few times I’d catch a woman giving him the eye, hoping to catch his. He’d flirt with a wink or a smile, but it didn’t make me jealous. I knew I had nothing to worry about. It was part of his persona, part of his charm. And he had loads to spare.

After everyone, including myself and the crew, had settled into a routine, I noticed Bret wasn’t always joining the rest of the band when we’d watch Stargazer. I didn’t think much of it, but I asked Harry if something was going on.

“Nah, not really,” he replied, his arms crossed over his chest. “I reckon he’s still sore about Irving and me threatening him. He just wants to do his own thing.”

“Oh,” I frowned, secretly worrying if it had anything to do with me. But I quickly brushed off the notion.

“I don’t really care as long as he shows up for our set and plays well,” Harry added.

That night, however, when Harry and I stepped off the elevator, I heard sounds coming from the room across from ours, which I knew to be Bret’s room. Like deja vu all over again, I shook my head and scoffed.

“We can’t be the only ones shagging, babe,” Harry chuckled as he put the key in the door.

“I know. I was just remembering your old bandmate, Lee.”

“Oh,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah.” I followed him into our room where he quickly stripped out of his sweat-soaked t-shirt. When he sat on the bed to pull off his boots, he looked up at me. “You only got to see the first stage. It got worse.”

“With Lee?” I asked as I toed off my shoes and sat down next to him.

“Yeah, that Eagles tour was like…um, nevermind, I probably shouldn’t say,” he shook his head. “Let’s just say Lee was never alone.”

“Were you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Harry spewed out a nervous chuckle as he pulled off his second boot and set them both against the wall, avoiding my gaze.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I commented.

“Babe, you have to understand. I was a kid then. We all were. And we were on tour with one of the biggest bands at the time. We didn’t have to go looking for girls. They were just…there.”

“Harry, you don’t have to explain. I get it.”

“Do you?”

“Of course. I was a groupie, too, remember?”

“No,” Harry shook his head as he stood before me. “You weren’t.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes as I dismissed his comment and scooted up the bed, resting against the pillows.

“Sky…” he murmured, crawling up my legs. “We’re not gonna have this conversation again, are we? You know I always thought of you as special.”

“I know.”

“I mean, Jesus, that’s why you’re here now!”

“I know!” I emphasized with a grin. Then combing my fingers through his hair, I planted a kiss on his lips. “I guess part of me always wished I had just been a groupie. Then maybe you would have asked me to come along.”

“Baby…” he exhaled. “You know that’s not true.”

“I guess not. I just always wondered.”

“You would have hated it anyway.”

“How do you know?” I smirked.

“I just do.” I watched as his jaw set, and I knew the conversation was over. It was just as well. He was probably saving me from hurt, from ruining my idea of him if he were to elaborate. And the truth was, I didn’t wanna know.

“So, Lee,” I said instead. “Something changed, right? You said his girlfriend was having a baby.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry nodded his eyes wide. “She’s probably due pretty soon.”

I smiled. “How did that all happen?”

Harry beamed at me. “Same as me and you. He was smitten.”

I blushed as he rolled over to lay down next to me, his hand traveling down the front of my shirt. “Is she a music lover, too? Like me, I mean.”

“No, not so much like you. I dunno, honestly. He was just taken with her from the moment they met. It was during our second headlining tour. She was from Kansas, or Oklahoma or somethin’. Anyway, after that she was just always around. At least for the rest of the tour. He didn’t look at any other girls.”

“That’s sweet,” I smiled, resting my head on my elbow. “I’m glad he found someone.”

Harry gazed at me then, his eyes seeming to study my face, though his eyes didn’t move from mine.

“I do wish you’d been with me, baby. I’m sorry you weren’t.”

“Me too,” I simply said.

“Life is just a fantasy Can you live this fantasy life…”

The band had a night off in Nashville, and Mitch joked that we should go to a country-western bar as there seemed to be plenty down the street from our hotel. But Hunter and his crew had other plans. They insisted we join them at a new nightclub that had opened last fall and had been featured in magazines.

As soon as we walked in, I could feel the L.A. vibes. I made a mental note to tell Halo about this one.

Harry held my hand as we zig zagged through the crowd to the bar, following Hunter. Almost immediately, eyes were upon us, a few dropped jaws. Then I heard a squeal as Hunter approached the bar.

“Oh my God, you’re Hunter Howe!” exclaimed a thin blonde wearing a leather mini skirt and matching tube top.

Hunter merely gave her a wink before addressing the bartender. I heard him order tequila shots all around as well as a bottle of something I’d never heard of.

“Do you want something else?” I heard Harry ask in my ear. “I can get you a beer or a cocktail.”

“The shot is fine, but I think I’ll take a beer,” I nodded.

Having spent the last few weeks on the road with Stargazer, I’d learned these guys loved to party. They would also partake in a few recreational drugs, and while I didn’t mind being around it so much, I still preferred my beer and weed to champagne and coke.

By the time we all gathered around a couple of booths in the corner, the blonde who’d recognized Hunter had also recognized Harry and the rest of the guys. She introduced some of her friends, and I was pretty sure a few other girls who weren’t her friends came around to introduce themselves.

“Hi, handsome,” a sultry voice said as a thin, ringed-hand slid down Harry’s back. He was standing next to the table as I sat at the end of the booth. He quickly turned to look at the tall woman. “I saw you in concert a while back. You’re even better looking up close.”

“Thank you, love,” Harry gave his signature lopsided grin.

Lifting her hand to touch a curl that grazed his shoulder, the woman licked her lips. “You have gorgeous hair. I bet it feels amazing to grab onto.”

I opened my mouth, ready to say something when she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. Then I watched Harry grab her wrist and pull it down, away from his hair.

“Sorry, love. I’m flattered. But I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh?” the woman’s eyes widened.

As Harry gestured toward me, I lifted my hand and wiggled my fingers, a smug grin on my face. The woman rolled her eyes and scoffed. As she walked away, I heard her argue with one of the other girls.

“I thought rock stars were always looking to get laid. This one brings his girlfriend to a nightclub.”

“Sorry, baby,” Harry said to me.

I shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s kinda funny, actually.”

“I’m glad you can have a sense of humor about it,” he smiled.

Just then, some of the Stargazer guys called Harry and waved him over. He squeezed my shoulder to let me know he’d be right back. I sipped on my beer as I watched women in sequins dance with men in suits. Danny sat on the other side of the table, a girl on either side of him as they giggled and stroked his mustache.

“Your man leave you, sweetheart?” a voice asked, making me jump. I looked up to see Bret, a tall glass of some concoction in his hand.

“No,” I narrowed my eyes. “He’s over there, talking to his friends.”

“More like some babes,” he commented, gesturing behind me.

I shifted in my seat to get a better view. Harry was indeed in a conversation with two pretty girls who sat looking up at him with stars in their eyes. One of them crossed her legs in a not-so-inconspicuous way as she ran her fingers through her long hair. They both giggled as Harry gestured with his hands. Hunter stood next to him, but he might as well have been invisible. The girls were only focused on Harry.

“It’s still called talking,” I remarked, turning back to face Bret.

“Fine, then I’ll talk to you,” he insisted, gesturing for me to scoot over.

I resisted making a face, not wanting to cause a scene in such a public place. Sliding over in the booth, I made barely enough room for him.

“Try this,” he said, holding out his glass.

“No thanks.”

“C’mon. It’ll help you loosen up.”

“I’m loose enough, thank you,” I remarked, instantly regretting my words.

“Oh, yeah?” Bret chuckled. “You didn’t tell me that, babe.”

I felt his hand on my thigh just as Harry and Hunter walked over. I let out a tiny squeak when he squeezed my flesh, my eyes darting to Danny who hadn’t seemed to notice any of our interaction. But when I looked up at Harry and Hunter, the latter had a strange look on his face. Swallowing hard, I managed to smile as Harry set his glass on the table and held out his hand.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “This is a dance club.”

I eyed Bret who scoffed before standing up to let me out. Rising from the booth, I took Harry’s hand. “Just didn’t picture you the disco type.”

“Hey, we danced at your work party.”

“That was different.”

“How so?” Harry asked as he pulled me onto the dance floor.

“I knew everybody there. Here, everybody knows you.”

“Not personally,” he said, sliding his hands around my waist.

His eyes met mine as he swayed his hips to the beat, grinding against me. I couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling, the bass pumping through my veins. I forgot about Bret’s inappropriate behavior and the strange look on Hunter’s face. Wrapping my arms around Harry’s neck, I smiled up at him. For a moment I wondered what it would feel like to be one of those other women. Pretending that I wasn’t his girlfriend, I imagined being a random girl at the club that he had asked to dance, or maybe I’d asked him. His sexy gaze and full lips made me want to kiss him right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone. As he pulled me even closer, I considered it, our lips nearly touching. I imagined kissing him so deeply, so deliberately, grabbing hold of his curls just like the tall woman had mentioned. But breaking me from my reverie, my boyfriend beat me to it.

Our mouths collided in an eager pursuit, a need to feel each other. Harry’s tongue filled my mouth, hastily searching for my own in order to join in our silent conversation. I moaned against him, my fingers tangling in his hair just like I’d imagined in my head. I could already feel his erection growing, his hips grinding harder against me while his hands cupped my ass, his fingers threatening to make their way up my skirt.

“Touch me and I feel on fire Ain’t nothin’ like a love desire I’m melting, like hot candle wax Sensation, lovely where we’re at…”

The song was speaking my language, but I knew we had to stop. I groaned his name as our lips began to separate.

“Fuck, babe, I want you,” he panted, his forehead pressed to mine. “Right now.”

“You wanna leave?” I asked, my heart beating fast.

“No. Let’s find…someplace.”

“Harry…” I gasped just before he took my hand again and guided me through the crowd. I could feel the eyes on us like when we came in, and a few people even tried to stop Harry to chat, but he ignored them all, pulling me to the back of the club to the hallway with the bathrooms.

“Shit,” he muttered when he noticed the line to the ladies room.

“Harry, we’re not…” I argued, but before I could finish, he punched the door open to the men’s room, returning only to grab my wrist and pull me inside just as a man in a white shirt came walking out. I didn’t even have time to protest before he locked the door and hiked up my skirt.

“Now, baby,” he growled. “We don’t have much time.”

Speechless, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Then with an exasperated grunt, he lifted me up and set me on the counter. Lifting my skirt higher, he yanked off my panties and aimed his erection at my center, entering me swiftly. I cried out, grabbing hold of his shoulders.

He pounded into me hard, my thighs burning as I tried to hold them up and open. I watched his face as he breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring like he was angry. But I knew he wasn’t. He was on a mission, and it was such a turn-on.

“So fucking good, babe,” he groaned. “I needed to feel you.”

I licked my lips, my breaths jagged as I gasped every few seconds. I tried my best not to be loud, but it was difficult. He felt so good, too.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me how good my cock feels.”

“So good, Harry,” I breathed. “Always. I needed you, too.”

“Yeah? Come for me, baby. Tell me you need me.”

“Mmmm, I need you, Harry.”

“Say it louder. Say you need to come.”

The veins in his neck popping, I knew he was nearing his release. My legs trembled as I tried to get my bearings.

“Harry…” I moaned louder. “Oh God, baby, please. I need it.”

“Yeah.”

“I need it so bad! Oh, God!”

I cried out, loud this time, as I came harder than I ever remembered coming. Harry groaned as his head fell back, releasing himself inside me. After his body stopped shaking, I dropped my legs and he kissed me.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his voice two octaves lower.

Readjusting our clothing, Harry helped me down from the sink, and we washed our hands.

“I should leave him an extra tip,” said Harry as he laid several bills on the tray next to bottles of cologne and grabbed a mint.

My jaw dropped as I stared at him incredulously. “That was the bathroom attendant you sent out!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Harry cackled.

I playfully slapped his arm before he guided me to the door. My face blushed pink as we exited the public toilet, but I averted my eyes to the right instead of at the line of women waiting for the bathroom.

I instantly regretted it, however, when I noticed a line had formed next to the men’s room. And standing next to the attendant was none other than Hunter Howe, a similar look on his face as before, as though he and I shared some unspoken secret. Only this time, his lips twitched up into a smirk.

“I want you to sing along with me on this one,” Harry encouraged the crowd before he grabbed the microphone from the stand and the band went into “Only Angel.”

The audience erupted as usual as Harry strutted across the stage. I still got weak in the knees whenever he’d gaze over at me and give me a wink.

“He seems to be getting better and better,” I heard a voice declare in my ear.

I turned my head slightly to see Hunter Howe standing behind me. Directly behind me. So close that I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Uh…yeah, yeah he does,” I nodded, crossing my arms.

I felt a sudden chill, and I wasn’t sure if it was from Hunter’s proximity or the fact that I had my hair up off my neck. Ever since that night at the disco, I had felt uneasy around Stargazer’s front man. I wasn’t deliberately trying to avoid him, but something about his gaze that evening had made me feel uneasy. And even though I constantly saw him with a female, something told me he was interested in me in some way. Or perhaps he was like Bret and just wanted any woman he could get.

“He’s certainly giving me a run for my money,” Hunter chuckled.

Narrowing my eyes, I turned around. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know. I opened for his band last tour. Now he’s opening for me. But our albums are neck and neck on the charts. The girls are screaming just as loud for him. It’s just close, that’s all.”

“It’s not a competition,” I frowned.

“Isn’t it?” Hunter raised a brow.

I didn’t like the way his eyes gazed over my body then, and I was about to say something when he turned and walked away. The chill returning, along with a sour pit in my stomach, I stood and watched the remainder of Harry’s show. When he walked off the stage, I hugged and kissed him, giving him the praise he deserved. But when I joined him in the dressing room, I announced my plan to skip Stargazer’s set.

“What? Why?” asked Harry.

“I’m…just not feeling that great,” I lied. Well, maybe only half lied. I did feel like throwing up.

“Are you getting sick?” Harry looked at me concerned.

“No, no I…don’t think so. I think I just need some rest. Do you mind…if I just go back to the hotel? You can stay.”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to,” I insisted. “You still have a long night to enjoy. I’ll just curl up with a book or watch something on TV. Just promise to kiss me goodnight when you get back.”

“Of course, baby,” he murmured, giving me a preview, his soft lips caressing mine. “I hope you feel better.”

Once in the hotel room I shared with Harry, I took a shower and wrapped myself in a plush robe, exhaustion soon taking over me. Crawling into bed, I turned off the light, hoping to be awakened by Harry’s kiss once he returned.

But instead I was awakened with a jolt by the sound of something banging outside my door. Rising from the bed, I opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack. Bret stood on the other side, naked as the day he was born, banging his fist on the door to his room.

“Let me in, Sarah!” he shouted.

After a few more knocks, the door opened, a blonde head poking out.

“My name’s not Sarah, you moron!”

The door slammed shut just as Bret brought his fist up again. “Shit! Fucking…Sharon! That’s it! Sharon, baby, let me in! Please! Open the door, sweetheart!”

The blonde swung the door open then, stepping past the naked drummer. “You’re a scumbag! I’m outta here!”

“Sar-Sharon! I’m sorry, babe!”

Sharon scoffed as she strutted down the hall in her high heels and pressed the button for the elevator. When it arrived, Mitch and Danny stepped off with two girls I didn’t recognize. Danny cackled when he saw Bret, but Mitch merely stared with judging eyes.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” yelled Bret before stepping into his room and slamming the door behind him.

Mitch spotted me in my doorway then, giving me a tiny grin. “Harry’s on his way. We got mobbed in the lobby, and he’s still signing autographs.”

“Oh. Cool, thanks.”

After his short nod, I closed my door and laid back down on the bed to wait for Harry. It was a little longer than I thought it would be, and I must have started to doze off, but when I heard the click of the key, I rolled over, relieved.

“Hi,” I whispered in the darkness as he started to get undressed.

“Baby…what are you doing awake?”

I proceeded to tell him about the Bret fiasco, to which he cackled like Danny had.

“He’s such a fucking wanker,” he snorted as he crawled into bed beside me. “I’m sorry he woke you up, though.”

“It’s okay. Now I get to talk to you.”

“Mmm,” Harry hummed as he pulled my body to his.

“Mitch said you guys got mobbed downstairs.”

“Yeah. No big deal. Hunter got the worst of it. Some chick ripped off his shirt.”

I cringed at the name, my body stiffening in his arms.

“You okay, babe?” Harry whispered, sensing my discomfort. “Are you still feeling bad?”

“Oh, um…yeah. I’m feeling a little better though.”

“Good. Because I wanna love on you. If you’ll let me.”

I giggled as his nose and breath tickled my ear. “You act as if you don’t do that every day.”

“I know, how fucking lucky am I?” he growled, rolling me over onto my back as he hovered over me.

“I should just call you Horny Harry.”

“I’ve been called worse,” he said, cheekily. “Besides, how can I not be constantly horny with a beautiful woman like you with me?”

“I dunno. Mitch and Danny just had girls with them. I’m sure there were a few downstairs who were hoping to be invited up to your room.”

“Babe,” Harry scoffed, sitting back on his knees. “Why are you being like this?”

I sighed, silently scolding myself. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“Yeah. I can’t tell if you’re jealous or if you don’t trust me. Maybe both.”

“It’s neither, Harry. I’m just in a mood. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Sky…” Harry sighed, lying back on top of me. Though the room was dark, I could see the sincerity in his face. “Baby, please don’t feel insecure about our relationship. I love you. I want you. Only you.”

A gentle smile crept across my lips as I lifted my hands to brush back his hair. “I know.”

“What’s got you feeling this way?”

“Nothing,” I swallowed. “I guess the reality of it all…it’s still like a fantasy life, but I’m living it. And I guess…I just don’t want the bubble to burst.”

I saw Harry’s head nod in the darkness before he leaned in to kiss me.

“I get it, baby. But you don’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pulling on his necklace, I brought his lips to mine again. He moaned against me when my tongue invaded his mouth. Then tugging on the hem of my polka dotted pajama top, he pulled it up and brought it over my head. After giving my nipples equal attention, he removed my sleep shorts, gently kissing up my thighs.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked in a raspy, breathy tone, settling between my legs.

I nodded, opening my legs wider. “Show me.”

He entered me slowly and gently then, not like the thirsty thrusts that night at the club. Our bodies rocked in rhythm with our breaths. Neither of us said anything until Harry lifted my thighs and drove deeper.

“I love you,” he whispered, a jagged cry in his voice.

“I love you, too,” I said.

He was quiet again except for his moans and heavy breathing. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly, as he came.

“I love you, Sky,” he cried again. “I’ll love you forever.”

The next morning, which really was afternoon, I awoke to the sound of guitar strings. I smiled as I rolled over to see Harry sitting in the chair in the corner, strumming his Martin.

“Good morning, my angel,” he beamed.

“Morning, my rock god.”

His dimples in his cheeks, he continued to strum as he hummed a tune.

“What song is that?” I asked.

“It’s a new one, by .38 Special. I just heard it on the radio recently. I like it. Reminds me of you.”

I smiled, propping myself up on my elbow. “Sing it.”

“I dunno all the words yet,” he said. “But it’s something like…”

I watched Harry play the riff and sing along, the words he could recall reminding me of what he’d been telling me for a while.

“I’m so caught up in you, little girl You’re the one who’s got me down on my knees So caught up in you, little girl That I never wanna get myself free And baby, it’s true, you’re the one Who caught me, baby, you taught me How good it can be…”

My smile now permanent on my face, I giggled as he set down his guitar and crawled onto the bed.

“I am so caught up in you, Sky Jones,” he declared, his long hair tickling me as he laid his head on my chest.

“And you never wanna be free?” I asked, referring to the lyrics.

“Never. This is what I’ve been telling you.”

I thought of the girls at the nightclub with stars in their eyes. I imagined the girls who mobbed him and Hunter in the hotel lobby. I pictured the thousands of women in the audience night after night. He could have any of them.

Yet, he’d chosen me.

Songs mentioned:

Aldo Nova - Fantasy

Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Till You Get Enough

.38 Special - Caught Up in You

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[elizabethshaw]

hm. thinking thoughts

under the cut for spoiler reasons:

this is literally just me writing stuff up in no real order so there is probably not all that much coherence to it. ah well

loved how unsettling it was having something wrong with the tardis! the tardis (in the tv show at least) is usually the one guaranteed safe place in any given dr who episode and so to have it suddenly a threat like that felt genuinely unnerving

the time window sequence was cool. really liked the fuzzy, there-but-not-quite-there visual effects

i also loved the monologue/prophecy/whatever, built things up very nicely and idk. i just vibed with it. i have more to say but the words are not coming to me right now

"and standing on high is the Mother and Father and Other of them all" i haven't even read lungbarrow but them saying "other" here immediately got my attention lmao

for an episode called "the legend of ruby sunday", it felt like (particularly in the last third of the story), there was remarkably little actual focus on ruby. while i do genuinely like her as a companion, i do feel like she's been one of the biggest casualties of the shift to a shorter series length with less time for "filler" episodes - we simply haven't had the time to get to know her on a deeper level, and i was hoping, given the title, that this story would do something to rectify that a bit. and then it didn't.

saying that, i did appreciate them giving her some more scenes with her mum this episode, i think she has a really nice dynamic with her family and we haven't seen enough of it since the christmas special imo

no trickster :( he got a mention at least but i was hoping he'd be the villain ngl

i have watched pyramids of mars once, four years ago, and barely remember the plot (my main memories of that episode are sarah with a gun ngl), probably going to have to rewatch it before next week. dailymotion you may have to be my saviour once again

not entirely sure how i feel about sutekh as the main villain. this is at least in part because my memories of pyramids of mars are hazy as anything, but i'm just... undecided. to its credit, the episode itself actually did a good job of getting me very excited about the reveal while i was watching, but as an overall thing? i don't know yet. i think i'm going to have to wait until i've watched the finale next week to form a full opinion

i reckon he must have hitched himself onto the tardis around/during "wild blue yonder" though - this is the first time where the tardis starts making The Noises, and is also the first time susan twist turns up, and that can't be a coincidence, especially given that, as previously established, it was likely fourteen's salt trick in this episode that let the toymaker back into the universe

i rewatched "the church on ruby road" earlier this week bc i figured it'd be a good shout and i hadn't watched it since broadcast, and during that i felt like mrs flood was maybe a "retired" companion, possibly a future companion (maybe of a future doctor) that we haven't met yet. after this ep though, i'm not so sure. she seems at least aware of sutekh in some way, and also seems potentially antagonistic, but i'm not sure she's actually directly linked to him. i'm fairly sure as well rtd said at some point she's more of a mystery for later series so. hm. it'll be interesting to see what more we get of her in part two

i can't shake the feeling that they are going to do something with susan further down the line. there have been more mentions of her in this series than in basically the rest of new who put together and i can't help but think that this must be for a reason even if susan twist wasn't her

anyway the real mystery for me: what is the vlinx. i have been thinking about this on and off since december. what is it. how did it get into unit to begin with. i need answers

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - September 10th

 Hey, friends!! Short and dirty this week, I’m on a whirlwind trip to help my bestie paint her house so--enjoy and be sure to leave comments/kudos! 

~*~ 

Ain't It A Shame, Too Bad? by Carsonian

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Tony was saved from drowning by a man he has yet to find. In other news, Tony's fallen hard for the mute, scrawny blond that washed up on his kingdom's shoreline two-and-a-half days ago. These two things can't possibly be related, can they?

A Gentle Lullaby by navaan

They, all of them, are mortal and sometimes their brushes with death bring them closer to it than other people ever get. Fighting is what they do. But fighting for other people's survival without a thought to your own safety is easy when you're not leaving someone behind. Good then, that they don't have any families left... Until Hydra drops a new bundle of responsibility right in their laps. But that might not even be their biggest problem.

Crash Love by S_Hylor

It’s just sex. Just sex between two consenting adults who don’t have feelings for each other beyond the camaraderie that comes from being on the same team.

It’s just sex. Until it isn’t. It’s not love. Until it is.

To Liars and Saving the World by magicasen 

When Tony's life is in danger, Steve does the only thing he can do to save his teammate: he makes an honest man out of him. Steve and Tony's sham marriage is only supposed to be a blip in their history that no one has to know about. But when they're outed to the press, and with ghosts from his past coming to haunt him, Steve must come to terms with the idea that his own feelings for Tony might not be a lie.

Wrapped Up in Your Love by iam93percentstardust 

Tony has a bad day, so Steve takes care of him.

america's pastime by JenTheSweetie

The thing about the Annual Intra-Avengers Baseball Game was that it was always a little... contentious.

nothing left but scars by SailorChibi

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

a slow ticking wildness by starvels (dinosaur) 

Three weeks ago, Tony burned his hands in his forge. Since then, he's been unable to use them, useless and listless.

Relying on the kindness of strangers ain't exactly his expertise. Luckily, Sheriff Steve Rogers has good hands and a heart hale enough to keep offering bits of help and hope to Tony, no matter that he ain't all that good at accepting them.

when it feels right by complicationstoo 

“You’re actually hiring me after that?” Tony asks, the disbelief clear in his watery brown eyes.

Steve shrugs, “Gotta start somewhere, right? And if you’re terrible, it’s not like I can’t fire you.”

  Or, the one where Steve owns a bakery and Tony needs a job.

Diamonds Or Twine by complicationstoo 

A hand on his shoulder grabs his attention, and Steve realizes he’s been staring off into space as Bucky says, “Hey, man. You good?”

“I’m going to propose to Tony.”

So Little Left to Give by Sineala 

Steve's alive again... but Tony isn't anywhere to be found. Steve knows what to do about that. His quest to find Tony takes him to the frozen depths of Russia, to rescue Tony from one of his greatest foes. But that's not all he has to contend with. Tony's in the process of deleting his own brain, and Steve doesn't know if the man he finds will still remember him.

the hedgehog (and one million blue whales) by soliloquent 

“Hm. But, how hard?” Tony challenges.

Steve ponders for a second. “As hard as one million blue whales sitting on you.”

“One million?” Tony looks genuinely in awe. “I reckon that would crush one tiny hedgehog, don’t you think?”

“Nah. You're all spiky. Small, but feisty. The whales wouldn't stand a chance.”

—⎊—

or: Steve and Tony's love story unfolding through a series of everyday moments in the span of two years, pieced together to paint the canvas of their intertwined lives — a precious portrait woven with quirky whale-themed endearments, meaningful acts of service, soothing showers, cherished gifts, and one adorable hedgehog. 🦔

Hold Me Down by tinystark616

Steve asks Tony to wear one of his iron man suits and hold his wrists down during sex.

Tony gives Steve what he wants, and more.

Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? by Politzania

After spotting a flyer at a new coffee shop, Rhodey dares Tony to attend a Sip and Sketch class; turns out the twinky blond barista is also the class instructor.

Stony AUniverse Bingo - AU: Teacher -- Tony Stark Bingo - Dares/Bets -- Tony Stark This or That - Best Friend -- July Break Bingo - Location: Art Studio

To Make Flowers Grow (In This Barren Heart) by KakushiMiko, SoldiersShield

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

 (Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

A Guiding Hand by KandiSheek

Tony is perpetually stressed. His job, his divorce and his insomnia are making his life a living hell. He just can't seem to catch a break.

That is until his boss Steve inadvertently gives him exactly what Tony needs - a firm hand. Tony hasn't played with his submissive tendencies in years, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. And as it turns out, Steve is more than happy to give him the guidance he craves.

Made of Stars by KagekaNecavi

Deep in the heart of World War II, Steve, Bucky, the Invaders, and the Howling Commandos are getting close to finding the portion of Hydra controlled by the Red Skull and defeating him. As they close in, they receive intelligence that he has am unusual escape method - a machine powered by a mysterious gem that might give Skull the ability to move through time. This seems like a red herring to them, but when Steve and Bucky corner Skull, he uses it.

Steve and Bucky follow Skull and the next thing Steve knows, he’s waking up on a spaceship called the Avenger and the Red Skull - who went back in time, not forward - has ruled the known galaxy for the last several hundred years. Now he’s working with the rebels to usurp the Red Skull and trying to navigate this strange, amazing new world with his new friends and companions at his side.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

This is going to get personal, and emotional, so just scroll by if you don't wanna cringe yourself to death.

This may stem partly from the heat exhaustion I endured earlier while fighting with yard work, and also from exhaustion from grappling with my child starting school, and also also with general stress, and.

In short, I very well may be a little delirious. But I haven't said so in a while, and I just want you guys to know the following important information:

I love you all so fckin much.

All of you. Muties that interact regularly or just chill on the sidelines, creative anons in the ask box, lurkers who might be to shy to say anything (I usually fall into that category too so do not feel bad, I understand that people are scary which is why I remain as anonymous as possible myself). I love

Absolutely

All

Of

You.

Like. Every time I see an ask that starts with something like "I hope this is okay" or "If you don't want to answer you don't have to" or, GODS FORBID "Please ignore this if it's a problem," anything like that, I just. Wanna give you the biggest hug ever, and wrap you in a comfy blanket and give you all your favorite snacks and make sure you feel safe and comfortable here.

This blog is my own safe space. I'm the human equivalent of a mouse in reality. People scare tf out of me. If I could, I'd happily live in a remote cabin in the middle of the wilderness with a few pets and never have any further face-to-face interaction with other humans again, with the sole exception of my child and one of my nieces. I second guess every single word that comes out of my mouth, even around people I love and care about and would frankly die for. I just. Am not good at people-ing.

My identity here as an unknowable horror isn't just to be silly. I really have a lot of trouble identifying with anyone else, and I legitimately feel like an alien or a monster most of the time.

I second guess everything I post here, no matter how much I try not to. No matter how much I remind myself that it's not important what other people think, and that their opinions have no bearing at all on my day-to-day life.

So maybe it's a little hypocritical of me to say that none of you have any reason to worry about asking or commenting anything, when I spend ninety percent of my own time worrying about everything, including made-up problems that haven't even happened yet and likely never will.

But I really, really do not want you guys to ever worry, or ever feel like you have to apologize, or ever second-guess anything here.

If the world scares you as much as it scares me, and you need somewhere that you can be unapologetically yourself without any judgment, then you are both welcomed and encouraged to do just that here, while I try to do the same thing myself.

This stems a lot from my mom. I lost her when I was sixteen. She had a brain aneurysm and passed away very unexpectely. She picked me up from school, we had dinner together, and a few hours later she was gone. It's incredibly hard for me to talk about her, but I need to mention her here, because she was always my safe space.

She was the one who made me who I am. She had trouble identifying with other people. The few close friends she had were lifelong friends. She was a lot more fierce than I am, a lot more capable of standing up for herself, but she was always kind. Always understanding. She never judged anyone. She always considered others' feelings, others' backgrounds. She hated organized religion with a passion, but she never belittled anyone for their own personal beliefs. She never got to go to college like she wanted to, but she was the wisest person I've ever known. If I could give one reason why, it would be this:

She always treated everyone the same.

Age, religion, place of origin, skin color, likes, interests, it didn't matter. She treated everyone the same. With kindness, with respect, with humor, with love. Everyone. Always.

I'm not saying she had no flaws. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry. Her and my older brother had some fights that I'll never forget for sure. She broke down when her own mother died and lost a lot of hope for a while. I was thirteen at the time, and her mom, my Nana, was just as much a pillar of strength for me, and we leaned on each other to get through it.

I really never had any major fights with her that I can remember. I never felt like she was trying too hard to be cool as I got older, she was just naturally cool. I was never, ever ashamed of her. Me and my old best friends went to our first concert with her, and they still talk about how cool she was. How they felt more at ease talking to her about their problems than their own family.

Like I said, this was going to get personal.

But the point to all this, is I want to be there for all of you in the same way that she was there for me, for my brother, for my friends. I want all of you to feel at ease here, even if you don't feel at ease anywhere else. I want you to know that you can always be yourself here.

You can be unapologetically, shamelessly, proudly you.

The most important thing my mom ever taught me is that everyone deserves to have somewhere they feel safe and loved and wanted. I doubt she ever said it in those exact words, but she spent her entire life proving it to me.

So whatever your case, if you need somewhere to be yourself, then you will always be welcome here. You don't have to apologize for it. You don't have to feel bad about it. The only thing you should feel here is safety.

And love. Because I love you. All of you.

If you ever feel like no one else does, then at least rest assured that I do.

Even if we've never spoken, I still love you. Even if you've never felt like anyone loves you, I promise that I love you.

When I say I hate humanity, it's largely because there's such an overwhelming amount of hate among us. It's really the hate itself that I hate. But you, as an individual reading this, no matter how much or how little hate you have in you, I still love you.

Everyone deserves love, and if it's the only thing that I have to give, then I'm going to give it.

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

good omens s3 predictions

ye boy jc is a major character. he is west asian and a most wonderfully human Being

and fruity (there will be a joke about his luscious locks)

he doesn't want to do the second coming because of all the suffering it will cause (there will be dialog refering to the calvary and him not wanting anyone to go through the same thing he did), just as adam rejected armaggedon

there will be a scene of ye boi jc and adam (older and ocassional baysitter on roster with the them to anathema and newt's four children, the youngest of which is named agnes) delighting in eating apples under a tree with an old Dog

god face reveal

ye boy jc calls them Mother (he calls mary, who he likes much better, mom)

god is either the biggest bitch alive or is surprise-revealed to be the type the metatron will coup against

ye boy jc somehow gets wind of his archangel's 6k yr old dilemma and goes out of his way to do something about it instead of attending operation second coming logistic meetings

he officiates the ineffable husbands wedding in the finale himself, during which a nightingale sings at berkeley square. there will be extremists shitting themselves irl

weddingsinger!tori amos cameo

wedding band!queen cameo

god and satan are godparents somehow

SHADESLESS KISS SHADESLESS KISS TENDER SHADESLESS AZIRAPHALE-INITIATED KISS IN THE RAIN UNDER A METEOR SHOWER I WILL SHIT MYSELF IRL

aziraphale's one night only apology dance spectacular featuring the modern ladies of camelot and/or ms. sandwich's girls + the shopkeepers association + lower ranking angels + lower ranking demons + ineffable bureaucracy + madame tracey in a special role + what's left of the chattering order

hastur returns semi-majorly and gets one (1) badass moment with shax before being foiled yet again by a narrative in need of a laugh

eric gets the promotion they deserve

muriel gets the promotion they deserve (they get to stay/keep the bookshop)

crowley attempts suicide by holy water; earth friends stop him

crowley gets discorporated (azi already did in s1)

crowley fires a real gun

the plants wilt and crowley spends the whole season trying to revive them but they don't until he and aziraphale get back together. he almost throws them about but holds out until it seems like all hope is lost. he's in the process of throwing them out during The Reckoning

crowley moves into the bookshop. there will be a scene with aziraphale clearing out some prime spots for the plants

aziraphale sets the bookshop on fire to save crowley and/or earth friends

muriel names the bentley

AZIRAPHALE CROWLEY PVP

nina and maggie are ready for a relationship (i will cry)

one of aziraphale's first ordinances as archangel is to miraculously raise population interest in vinyl records

aziraphale v metatron face-off

aziraphale, crowley, and ye boy jc v god

aziraphale and crowley visit gabriel (still in sweaters and faux fur coats) and beelzebub (still punk) on separate occassions, and in both times are told to stop being idiots and get their shit together

aziraphale drives the bentley in crowley's prefered form at breakneck speed (possibly to save crowley at some point)

neil cameo

hillywood show cameo

more tumblr references/representation (the 'wait-and-see' dialog!! why is nobody talking about that?!)

crowley keeps off the first phases of the second coming but gets involved when his earth friends are put in danger

maggie is revealed to be Something Else Entirely

mr. shadwell and/or madam tracey die and go to heaven where they reunite with aziraphale and contribute to his shenaniganery and/or slap some sense into him

anansi boys cast cameo

american gods cast cameo

discworld adaptation announcement post credits

god and satan makeout sloppy style

...BEFORE airaphale and crowley

everything will be okay

[romerona]

The Worm

Surviving the game and losing yourself in the way.

"Don't go underestimating the power of a small force, it may be the only thing that can slip through the cracks."

ROSEMARY BLACK X OC!SNOWMALE.

ROSEMARY BLACK X PRIMROSE EVERDEEN.

"Rosemary Black, district 10, the youngest ever victor in the Hunger Games. Don't let her age fool you, she a force to be reckoned with, known for her cunning wit and speed she managed to-"

"I remember her… I found it hard to believe it then and still find it hard to believe it now."

"Well, then you know that with the right motivation, she's unstoppable."

Rosemary Black × OC!SnowMale? // Primrose Everdeen?

A/N: There would be a few inaccuracies but please, remember this is a fanfic. I'm unsure If I will match Rose with anyone yet but I'll think about it as the story goes.

Masterlist.

Next

[THE SCORE]

Rose was scolded by practically everyone in her ‘team’ for getting into the bad side of the careers in her very first day. From Allen, who she was sure had almost giving up on her, to freaking Lennox, who decided she had condemned Eugene (which to be fair she kind of did) to a horrible death. Before she could even explain herself she was STRONGLY advised to steer clear of careers for the remaining of the training days.

Rose was already planning on doing that, the second Blaze Rafferty dangle her from her shirt, Rose knew she had to stay as far away from him as she possibly could.

That would prove to be a challenge, however, for the next day, while trying her best to stay away and picking up a few skills like archery ( to which she’s more than pleased to know she’s decent at it) or spears (too heavy for her to hurt someone let alone kill) she could feel the heated gaze of the careers, it was burning her back and settling a deep hole in her bowls.

They made her beyond nervous.

But it wasn't until lunch when Rose heard Blaze and Xury speak with District 4 tributes, which after 1 and 2 were the biggest threat for the other 18 tributes, that if either Blaze or Xury didn’t kill the worm, (as they had nicknamed her) in the bloodbath, the first one to do so will be able to join their alliance. That made Rose feel terrified.

They were loud enough for every other tribute to hear, of course, Rose knows it was on purpose. It was an open invitation, a challenge, yet another game, for the others to join.

After that, she was in autopilot after that and refused to looked at anyone she simple and almost in daze continued her archery practice while Blaze’s words repeated in her mind over and over that not even Eugene, who tried his best to keep her mind of off it, could make her heart to stop terrorizing the inside of her chest.

That night Rose escaped to the rooftop of the building, because where else could she go? She felt suffocated in her disgustingly luxurious room.

Leaning against the railing, ignoring the view of the capitol and the chilling breeze that came form within the mountains, Rose took a shaky breath, then another and another but no matter how much she breathed nothing seemed to be making it to her lungs.

It seems that whatever courage she had excited her body.

‘I won’t accept the fate they all believe I’ll have’

‘but I refuse to leave the Games in whatever form that is without trying my best.’

‘I promise I’ll make it.’

It was all a load of bullshit, wasn’t it? She’ll never make it. Allen was right she’s going to die in the arena, and she’ll never get any sponsors or make people like her, she a lost case they all know that, and until now she refused to believe it because she’s so optimistically blind, she stubborn and so fucking stupid.

What was she thinking when she convinced Allen that she could handle this? She can’t, he was right and now she has the burden to live up to her stupid stupid deal.

So fucking stupid.

Her brother, her father, her grandfather… she can only hope they forgive her for not making it back to them, for not keeping her promise. She hopes they live a happy life, she hopes that Finn finds someone who will make him happy, she hopes her father doesn’t beat himself up, and she hopes her grandfather lives the rest of his life healthy. And her friends, Harper and Chet, she hope they end up marrying each other and living a happy life or as happy as this life can offer.

Rose will miss dancing in Buckaroo's Bar, she will miss singing with her father, she’ll miss the heat of the day, she’ll miss the sun, she’ll miss the stream near her house, she’ll miss… Rod.

‘I promise I’ll make it.’

It was all a load of bullshit, wasn’t it? She’ll never make it. Allen was right she’s going to die in the arena, she’ll never get any sponsors or make people like her, she a lost case they all know that, and until now she refused to believed it because she’s so optimistically blind, she stubborn and so fucking stupid.

What was she thinking when she convinced Allen that she could handle this? She can’t, he was right and now she has the burden to live up to her stupid stupid deal.

So fucking stupid.

Her brother, her father, her grandfather… she can only hope they forgive her for not making it back to them, for not keeping her promise. She hopes they live a happy life, she hopes that Finn finds someone that will make him happy, she hopes her father don’t beat himself up, she hopes her grandfather lives the rest of his life healthy. And her friends, Harper and Chet, she hopes they end up marrying each other and live a happy life or as happy as this life is able to offer.

Rose will miss dancing in Buckaroo's Bar, she will miss singing with her father, she’ll miss the heat of the day, she’ll miss the sun, she’ll miss the stream near her house, she’ll miss… Rod.

Suddenly, Rose felt something nudge her foot forcing her to look up at the perpetrator, it was a woman, she’d seen before, the spiky brown hair and wide-set brown eyes was too familiar. “Get up, kid.”

The woman said, nudging her again with her heel. Was she a tribute? No, she couldn’t be, not dressed like that, surely. Not with the bottle of a crimson liquid in her hand. Not with the bored eyes she stared at Rose with. And she hasn't seen the woman at the training center either.

“Why?” Rose mumbled, only realizing that she had somehow ended up on the floor and hugging her knees for dear life.

“Because it’s pathetic.” The girl took a swing out of her bottle turning to look at the view. “And the only place I can relax in this goddamned place is here and you’re ruining it, so up.”

Rose couldn’t but scowl at the woman, “Who are you and why should I care about you want?”

That made the girl turn to her. She leans down a little to stare down at Rose. “I think the question is why are you here crying like a baby for?”

“What do you mean—“

“Wake up, kid.” The girl snaps at her, “Tears are not going to help with anything. Stop whining, will you?”

"Go fuck yourself," Rose swiftly wipes away her tears, glaring up at the girl.

The mysterious woman raised an eyebrow at Rose's sudden defiance.

"Well, look at that. A backbone," she remarked, taking another casual sip from her bottle. "But let me tell you something, kid. Nobody cares. In here, it's every person for themselves. You cry, you die. Simple as that."

A wave of bitterness washed over Rose as she processed the harsh reality laid out before her. She hesitated for a moment, then defiantly retorted, "If it's every person for themselves, why bother helping me up?"

The woman's eyes flickered with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I didn't say I'm helping you. I said you're ruining my spot. There's a difference."

"Whatever," Rolling her eyes, Rose braced herself as she stood up. "Even if I stop crying I'm dead anyway, why does it matter?"

"Don't tap out so quickly, kid. Your chances might be better than you think inside the arena,"

"Right, because kids my age usually make it out," Rose scoffs a bitter laugh.

"Well, that is true," The woman shrugs and moves to lean against the railing looking down at the street, "But at least most of them go down fighting and not whining,"

"They probably did," Rose mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms as she felt the cold of the mountains.

"Whatever kid, if you want to go and die in the arena be my guess, I don't give a shit," The woman took another sign of her bottle before muttering, "And If I'm honest, I think death is better than this shit,"

Rose frowns, hugging herself tighter, she regards the back of the woman's head, she is so familiar but Rosemary can't pinpoint from where.

"What do you mean?"

The girl glances back at her, and she sighs looking back at the view, "Nothing. Just leave already if you're going to keep whining."

Rose stood there for a moment looking at the view of the Capitol skyscrapers. The air was cold but fresh, far too different from the dry wind of her district. Her district. They will see her in a few days fighting in the arena, they are counting on her, on Eugene. Eugene, her partner, he has been so supportive these past few days, he's been training, fighting against the odds to help them when they were in the arena... and what is she doing? crying. The girl is right, that's pathetic. Imagine how disappointed would be her family if she went down without a fight.

Rose can't disappoint them like that neither can she disappoint Eugene, he has been giving his all so she should too if not for her at least for him, for her district, and for her family.

"Thank you," Rose mumbles lowly, just enough for the girl to hear. She isn't all aware of why she's thanking her but it feels right.

Without waiting for her response (which Rose thinks won't come anyway) she made her way back inside with a newfound determination.

No more crying, no more whining, no more feeling bad for herself. The future ain't written in stone.

The next day rolled around, the last day of group training. Rose decided that she would try hand-to-hand combat, after all, her skill with knives works better when close to the victim.

Rose stood in the training center, surrounded by the faint hum of activity as tributes prepared for the imminent Games.

The trainer demonstrated a few basic moves, showing her how to break free from a rear chokehold. He emphasized the importance of swift reactions and using her body's natural leverage.

"Remember, it's about using their momentum against them," the trainer explained. "Now, you give it a try."

Rose squared her shoulders, mentally preparing herself. The trainer approached from behind, mimicking a potential threat. In a split second, Rose executed the techniques she had just learned, twisting her body and breaking free from the hold.

"You're a fast learner, good," the trainer praised.

Rose grins at him, "Yeah, well, when your life's at stake, you tend to become one,"

The trainer huffs a laugh, "Okay, now, let's say someone comes at you with a frontal grab. You want to create distance and be ready to react. Keep your hands up, elbows close to your body, and stay light on your feet."

They continued the session, with the trainer guiding Rose through various scenarios. In the short hours, she learned to deflect grabs, escape from holds, and use her body to create openings to attack.

Each move is a step closer to survival.

As the sessions continued, there were times when Rose failed to execute a manoeuvre or became momentarily disoriented, but she refused to let the setbacks define her.

The trainer observed her progress and noted, "You won't get it right every time, Rose. What matters is your ability to get back up and keep going. Adaptability is the key to survival."

During surprise attack simulations, there were instances where Rose found herself momentarily overwhelmed. Yet, no matter how many times she hit the mat, she rose again, determination burning in her eyes.

With each fall, Rose learned. She absorbed the lessons of her mistakes, and despite the setbacks, Rosemary persevered.

Soon after lunch, they were calling the districts, one by one in order. District 1 is first the dumbass of Blaze and then Xury. Then goes District 2, Devon and then Aria and then 3 then 4 and so on until it was their turn.

"Eugene Dion," the voice called making Rose nervous fidgeting to stop. She felt Eugene squeeze her interlaced hand.

"Good luck, make them remember you" Rose mumbled squeezing back.

Eugene nods, and he sends her a smile. It was as if she was nervous for both of them. "Right back at you, Rosie,"

With that, they let go of each other and Rose watched him walk through the doors. Her nervous fidgeting came back as she waited for her name to be called; she tapped her feet, crossed and uncrossed her legs, drummed her fingers, and played with her hair that somehow Pearl had managed to put in a bun.

Another minute ticks by and she looks at the back door thinking of Eugene. Rose has no idea what his skill is, all she knows is that he is good at milking cows which means he has a good grip right? He might been able to learn something like climbing or something, hell, maybe he even learned how to use an axe or--

"Rosemary Black,"

Her heart did a summersault. Rose took a deep, shaky breath before standing up and with all the confidence she managed to gather, Rose walked through the doors.

The Gamemakers, all sat on their platform, some talking amongst each other, others drinking wine, others eating and very few looking at her, paying attention.

Shit. Okay. Okay, It's cool.

The cold metal of the training weapons gleamed under the artificial lights. Determination etched across her face, Rose decided to focus on close combat. She approached the weapons rack and selected a set of knives. The weight felt familiar in her hands, a comfort amid the impending chaos.

Summoning her courage, Rose decided to address the indifferent Gamemakers. "Hey, ya'll!" she called out, her voice carrying a playful twang that turned a few heads. Rose flashed a radiant smile, acknowledging those who bothered to look her way.

"I reckon I'm interrupting some important business here, but I promise it's worth the while," she continued her facade, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

A few Gamemakers exchanged glances, curiosity piqued by Rose's unexpected interruption. She seized the moment, more confident in her ability to make an impression even if it was just shit-talking her way out or rather up the ranks.

With a sly grin, Rose twirled her knife with flair. "Now, I know you've seen tributes before, but trust me, you haven't seen one like me." She struck a pose, emphasizing her point with a touch of sass.

With knives in hand, Rose moved to a designated training area, an open space where combat simulations could be enacted. She eyed the target dummies lined up, their fabric surfaces waiting to be pierced by her blades.

As she moved into her lively demonstration, Rosemary infused it with a comical touch. The rhythmic sounds of the knife striking the training dummies were accompanied by a playful commentary.

"I call this move the 'Dodgin' Districts.' It's a real crowd-pleaser."

The Gamemakers, initially surprised, found themselves chuckling and exchanging amused glances. Rose's charismatic, talking her way up, approach is working.

She continued her demonstration, her strikes were deliberate, aimed at vital points while mixing dance-like footwork with quick jabs at the training dummies.

Rose finally stopped, catching her breath, and gave a mock bow. "Well, what do ya think, folks? Ain't that a sight for sore eyes?"

With a final wink, Rose exited the stage she had created, leaving the Gamemakers amused and hopefully thoroughly charmed. Rose had successfully showcased her close combat skills with a knife while infusing the moment with her 'charm' good or bad as it may be, Rose was sure she would be memorable.

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"How did it go?" asks Caine the second she steps into the District 10 suit.

Rosemary glances at the familiar and expecting faces of Allen and Eugene before looking back at Caine. "I.. think it was okay,"

"Okay?Okay?" Caine huffs, "Just an okay?"

"We want to know what you did, kid," Allen spoke from his place on the sofa.

Rose moves to the sitting room, "I don't know I showed them that I can use a knife and sort of talk to them through it,"

"Talk them through it?" Caine asks slightly scandalize.

"I made them give me their attention," Rose turns to Allen who was regarded with curiosity, " A character, right? Charming them up and whatnot,"

"That only works with the audience, kid,"

"Maybe it'll work with them too," Rose looks at Eugene while sliding down next to him."What about you?"

"I didn't have much to show them but I climbed and built some shelters," Eugene shrugs looking away, he purses his lips "I don't think I'll get a good score, I mean they didn't even look at me,"

"I'm sure it'll be okay, Gene," Rose tells him, with a reassuring smile.

Allen spoke again, "Sometimes it's better to get a low score. Keeps the targets off your back, y'know."

Pearl and Lennox arrived just before dinner, both stylists asking the same questions about their private session. This time around Rose decided to keep the details to herself.

After dinner, Pearl sat beside her on the sofa as the team waited for Ceasar to announce the scores on her other side was Eugene. The team was chatting among themselves waiting for the show to start, meanwhile Rose was drumming her fingers nervously on her tight.

She hears the music of the intro of the show and everyone quiets down, compulsively she reaches for Eugene's hand, and she feels him squeeze it but at the moment she is more focused on the television.

They showed a picture of Blaze Rafferty on the screen and below it, his score, which of course, was a 10 because her life couldn't be easy. the same with the rest of the Districts. The careers got the usual high score, the lowest being the boy from 4 with an eight. Then the rest of the tribute's scores were average.

And after some minutes it came theirs.

Rose's stomach churned as the television focused on Eugene's image. She felt the squeeze of his hand, a shared moment of solidarity. A five appeared beneath his picture, and a murmur of encouragement spread through the room.

"That's an okay score," Caine offered reassuringly. "It's the half of the punctuation, not so bad."

Eugene nodded but remained quiet, disappointment lingering in his eyes. Rose shot him an encouraging smile, silently communicating that they could overcome this together. The arena was where they'd truly prove themselves.

Then, it was her turn. The camera shifted to Rose's image, and she held her breath, bracing for impact. To her surprise, a seven flashed beneath her picture. A wave of relief swept over her, and a triumphant smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

The tension in the room gradually lifted as Rose's seven was announced. The weight on her shoulders seemed to ease, and she allowed herself a moment to bask in the relief. Glancing at Eugene, she saw a subtle smile breaking through his disappointment. It was a moment of shared triumph amidst the pressure of the Capitol's judgment.

Caine, the team mentor, grinned approvingly. "A seven! That's a solid score, Rose."

Allen, ever the pragmatic strategist, nodded in agreement. "He's right. We can work with that."

The team, though not entirely satisfied, began to see the silver lining. The scores were decent, and the anticipation of the upcoming challenges fueled their determination.

As the broadcast continued, showcasing the tributes from other districts, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The initial disappointment transformed into a quiet resolve.

Rose squeezed Eugene's hand again, this time with a hint of pride. "We got this, Gene," she whispered.

The redhead took a breath turned to face Rose and nods, "We do,"

The room buzzed with subdued conversations and strategy discussions for the upcoming interview with Caesar Flickerman. This would be their very last chance to secure sponsors and stand out in the eyes of the Capitol audience.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Vodka-Lined Tears (One-Shot)

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav

Work Summary:

"Tav was halfway through her drink when she realised that she must’ve made a mistake at some point. Perhaps a series of them."

Female Tav gets spiked at a house party and Wyll comes to her rescue.

College/Modern AU.

More modern/college AU one-shots.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2755

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

so basically I've decided to write a series of unconnected modern/college AU one-shots for various BG3 characters. My Gale fic "You Brought Your Worst And I'm Right Here" was originally supposed to be one of them, but I realised that I couldn't fit everything I needed to into a one-shot, so it became a whole series.

I'm a Gale gal so probably most of these are gonna be Gale fics but I've got plans for more fics with Wyll, Shadowheart, Halsin and Karlach too.

warnings for spiking and possible attempted kidnapping/rape This is set in our universe so tieflings don't exist.

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Tav was halfway through her drink when she realised that she must’ve made a mistake at some point. Perhaps a series of them.

Her first, and biggest, was coming to this party alone. It was a Friday night, and most of her friends were either busy or didn’t feel up to coming tonight. Wyll, who was usually up for dancing even when no one else was, had had a long week of classes and work, and had just wanted to sleep tonight. It was barely 11pm but Tav reckoned he was probably already in bed.

Her second was not being careful enough with her drink. At this point, she was pretty sure that some way, somehow, someone had managed to slip something into it. She had no idea how they’d done it. She had poured it herself, and she hadn’t set it down once. Perhaps she had been distracted while dancing.

In any case, there was something very wrong. She had only had 1.5 drinks and she was feeling dizzy and nauseous. The room was starting to spin. She needed to get out of here because she was sure she was about to throw up.

She stumbled towards the downstairs bathroom, but it was occupied. Desperate, she headed for the front door. There were a few people chatting in the doorway, and more still sitting on the front steps. She pushed her way between them, ignoring the indignant noises they made, staggered over to a plant pot and vomited into it.

There were noises of disgust from all around her. A few of the people shuffled back inside, not wanting to be near her. She retched again.

There was a dim hope that she would be able to throw up whatever drug she’d been dosed with, and then she’d be okay, but as she straightened up, the world began to spin again.

The only thing that kept her from falling was a person grabbing her arm.

“Careful, sweetheart,” came a man’s voice from behind her. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

��M fine,” she slurred, trying to pull her arm away. He redoubled his grip.

“You’re not looking so good, sweetheart. Why don’t you come and lie down?”

Her stomach lurched. Was this the man who had spiked her, or just an opportunistic creep? Either way, she had no desire to go anywhere with him.

Unfortunately, her body no longer felt like it was obeying her commands. The man slipped an arm around her waist, trying to guide her down the stairs, away from the party, and her feet moved of their own accord.

“No,” she mumbled, “Don’t wanna…”

She wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear her, or if he was just ignoring her. It was getting hard to keep her eyes open.

“Hey!” A woman’s voice cut through the haze in her brain. The man stopped walking. “Is she alright?”

“She’s fine,” said the man gruffly.

“She doesn’t look fine.” It was another man’s voice this time. “Where are you taking her?”

“Nowhere. Just… finding a place to sit down.”

With great effort, Tav lifted her head. A woman was standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest. She had long dark hair and amber eyes that glittered dangerously. There were two men standing behind her, watching the situation carefully.

Tav made eye contact with the woman and opened her mouth. Her voice didn’t seem to want to work. It took her a few tries, but eventually she managed to gasp out, “Help.” The woman stepped forward immediately.

“Let her go,” she said icily.

The man didn’t react for a moment, seemingly assessing the situation. Clearly realising that this was more effort than it was worth, he let go of Tav, who stumbled forward into the woman. The man turned around, heading straight back into the party.

“Follow him,” the woman hissed at the two men, struggling to keep Tav upright, and they quickly obliged. She turned her attention back to Tav. “Are you alright?” Tav shook her head. “Thought not. Come on.”

With this woman’s help, she managed to sit down on the steps.

“What’s your name?” she asked gently.

“Tav…” It took a lot of effort just to get the word out.

“I’m Lia. Did that guy hurt you?”

“I… don’t know… I think… somebody put something… in my drink…”

Lia pursed her lips. “Is there someone I can call to come and pick you up?”

Tav fumbled for her phone, which was in her jeans pocket. Her fingers trembled as she typed in her passcode, and she hit the wrong buttons twice before it finally let her in.

She passed her phone to Lia. “Call Wyll... With a ‘Y’.”

Lia opened her contacts, scrolled until she found the name, and hit the call button. Tav slumped forward, putting her head between her knees.

“Hi, is that Wyll?” said Lia into the phone. Tav couldn’t hear Wyll’s response. “I’m here with Tav. She’s not doing very well. I think somebody spiked her.”

Although Tav couldn’t make out words, she could hear the frantic tone of his voice through the tinny speaker. Guilt hit her suddenly and surprisingly. It was late. He’d probably been sleeping. Now he was going to have to come and rescue her because she’d got herself into a bad situation.

Tears pricked at her eyes. Her head was already pounding, and a sudden wave of nausea made it worse. Beside her, Lia was reciting the address of the house they were at.

“Okay. I’m sitting on the front steps with her… Don’t worry, of course I’m not going to leave her alone. We’ll see you soon.”

She hung up and tried to hand the phone back to Tav. Tav didn’t react to having the phone pressed into her hand, so Lia slid it into Tav’s pocket.

A moment later, the two men who had been with Lia before reappeared.

“We lost him,” said one of them, sounding angry. “He gave us the slip.”

“How is she?” asked the other, in a much softer voice.

“Her boyfriend is coming to pick her up,” said Lia.

Not my boyfriend, thought Tav, although she didn’t have the energy to waste on saying it. It wasn’t like it mattered to Lia.

She lifted her head to look at the two men. Lia, noticing her sudden responsiveness, said, “Tav, these are my brothers, Cal and Rolan.” She gestured to them each in turn. We’re all gonna stay with you until Wyll gets here, okay?”

Rolan crossed his arms, frowning, but said nothing.  

Tav had no idea how long it had been when she finally heard the sound of a car pulling up. Had she passed out? She couldn’t be sure.

“Tav!” Wyll’s voice was like an oasis in a desert. She looked up to see him jogging towards them, a deep frown on his face.

“Wyll…” Tav couldn’t help but smile at him. That only seemed to make Wyll more worried. He squatted down in front of her and tilted her face to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Your hand is warm,” she said dreamily. He just blinked at her.

“I’ll take that as a no. Come on.” He straightened up and held out a hand to her. “I’m taking you to A&E.”

Tav shrank back, shaking her head. She hated hospitals.

“Just wanna go home,” she said.

“She’s sounding more coherent than she was when I found her,” said Lia. “I think whatever it is is wearing off. Hopefully.”

Wyll turned to look at Lia. His eyes darted to Cal and then Rolan, and then back to Lia.

After a long pause, he said, “Thank you for calling me. And for staying with her.”

“Well, I wasn’t just going to leave her alone,” Lia scoffed. “But you’re welcome.”

Wyll turned back to Tav. “I’ll take you home then. Come on.”

She grabbed onto a railing to try and pull herself up, but couldn’t get a good grip on it. As she struggled with it, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright.

Her stomach swooped uncomfortably. Wyll was holding her pressed against his side, one arm firmly around her waist. She could smell the faded scent of deodorant he must’ve been wearing earlier, and it was dizzying.  

“Wyll?” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He turned to look at her, his expression softening.

“Thanks for coming to get me. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“Don’t you dare apologise to me.” His voice was stern but gentle. “Come on. Hold onto me. Let’s get you home.”

Tav didn’t remember walking to his car. She didn’t remember the journey home either.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up in an unfamiliar bed, her head heavy and her stomach churning.

She rolled over to see that a bucket had been left beside the bed. She grabbed it with both hands and emptied the contents of her stomach into it. She didn’t stop retching for a long time.

When she finally felt like she had nothing left to expel, she set the bucket down. Her stomach muscles ached. There were tears in her eyes and sweat gathering along her hairline. She felt well and truly awful.

She sat up, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The curtains were drawn, but she could make out the shapes of furniture; there was a desk piled high with books; a shelf with several sports trophies arranged along it; an open door that led to an ensuite bathroom; family photographs lining the walls. Her heart gave a lurch as she realised where she must be.

There was a gentle knock on the door. After a moment, the door opened slightly and Wyll stuck his head in.

Of course, she was in Wyll’s room. She was in Wyll’s bed.

She’d been to his house before, even seen his room before, but never like this.

“Morning,” she said scratchily, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“It’s more like afternoon, actually. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been run over by a truck.”

“I left you some water and some painkillers.” He indicated to the bedside table. Sure enough, there was a tall glass of water and a blister pack of paracetamol.

“Thanks.” The glass was cool against her skin as she picked it up. She sipped the water gratefully, suddenly aware of how parched she was.

“Probably shouldn’t take the painkillers on an empty stomach. I can make brunch?”

Tav’s stomach rumbled. “God, I could marry you right now.”

Wyll laughed in surprise, eyebrows raised. “I… I mean. I’ll cook you something.” There was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I make some mean pancakes.”

“Pancakes sound soooo good right now.”

“Pancakes it is, then.” He smiled at her. He looked good, dressed more casually than she normally saw him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to his pecs and sweatpants that hung loosely around his hips.

She was suddenly very aware of how terrible she must look. Her hair was a mess and she’d been throwing up.

“Can I use your shower?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.”

Once she was in the privacy of his ensuite, she felt like she could breathe again. It was no secret that Wyll came from money, and the neat, tasteful decoration of his bedroom and bathroom were emblematic of that.

The water pressure of his shower was much better than hers. It got hot far quicker too. She stepped under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and grime and anxiety that had been accumulating all night.

She didn’t have a toothbrush with her, so she borrowed Wyll’s mouthwash and rubbed toothpaste into her teeth with a finger. It wasn’t the most thorough cleaning, but her breath no longer smelled like alcohol and vomit.

Her clothes from last night weren’t exactly clean. She didn’t want to put them back on after everything, so she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out into Wyll’s bedroom.

He had made the bed in her absence, and the sick bucket was missing. A spike of anxiety went through her about Wyll cleaning up her sick.

God, if he’d ever liked her, she’d probably killed any potential interest by now. She was such a mess and he was so put together.

On his bed, he’d laid out a clean t-shirt and some tracksuit bottoms that were only slightly too big for her. She decided to forgo underwear – she would wash Wyll’s clothes and return them – and dress herself in the clothes he’d left out.

Leaving his room, she was greeted by the pleasant smell of pancakes cooking. She made her way down the stairs, her hand skimming down the balustrade. It was made of real polished wood. Tav didn’t even have stairs in her flat, let alone wooden balustrades.

Wyll was in the kitchen, as she’d expected him to be. A song was playing on the radio that she didn’t recognise, and he was swinging his hips in time with the music. Tav leant back against the doorframe, enjoying the view of his little dance.

He skilfully flipped the pancake over, catching it in the pan. Tav clapped, and he spun to face her, one hand on his chest.

“You scared me,” he said with a chuckle. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to enjoy the show.”

“Cheeky.” He set the pan back down on the stove.

“Where did you sleep last night? I feel bad for turfing you out of your bed.”

“Ah, the sofa is plenty comfortable.” He tipped the pancake onto a plate. “Don’t feel bad.”

“We could’ve shared, you know. It’s a big bed.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”

Tav made a small noise of indignation. “I know you, Wyll. And I trust you. Why do you think I called you last night and not someone else?”

“Well, I have a car.”

She shook her head, frustrated at the obfuscation. “You make me feel safe, Wyll.”

Wyll stopped moving. She watched his shoulders rise and fall with a single deep breath. Then he switched the hob off and turned to face her fully.

“Tav, I was really worried about you last night. I was terrified that someone had hurt you.”

Tav grimaced. “It was scary, but once you were there I knew no one could touch me. I knew I was safe with you.”

“Well, I appreciate it. I’m glad that you feel that way.” He frowned. “I’ll admit, the fact that this happened on the one night I decided not to come out with you made me feel… guilty… I should’ve been there to make sure it didn’t happen in the first place.”

She closed the distance between them and put her arms around his waist. He was startled for a moment, but hugged her back.

“You can be a real lunkhead sometimes, you know that?” she said. “You can’t just let me be grateful in peace.”

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her.

“Don’t you dare apologise. No apologies.” She pulled back to look him in the eye.

“Sorry,” he said again, with half a smirk playing at his lips. She playfully smacked his shoulder. He just grinned back at her.

“You’re my hero. The brave Sir Wyll Ravengard,” she reached up to pinch his cheek, and he batted her hand away, “riding in on his noble steed to rescue a poor damsel-”

“Stopppp, god, you’re unbearable.”

“I feel like a good deed like that should be repaid with a kiss, no?”

He stared down at her. For a moment, it was like time had stopped. The radio was still playing in the background, but the only sound she could focus on was the slight hitch in Wyll’s breathing.

“Is that right?” he murmured, tilting his head towards her.

“Please.” All of the coquettishness was gone from her voice. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff.

“Well, how could I refuse?”

His hand came to rest against the curve of her back as he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were warm and softer than she’d been expecting.

She leant into him, pressing her chest against his. He brought his hand up to her cheek, drawing her closer to him for one moment before leaning back again.

“God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” he said, smiling. “Come on, the pancakes are getting cold.”

[narsus-travel-logs]

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ENTRY #2

Well... I'm not dead I guess? No, that's not right. I should be more optimistic.

The first day off-ship wasn't terrible. My warp point was an open plain, with a few trees scattered about. The local wildlife is... mostly friendly. I've gone a decent few kilometers away from my warp point since I landed and i'm yet to find another sapient being or any sign of someone else who might've found this planet. I do have confirmation some semblence of society was here at some point - I've run into abandoned campsites with tents propped up inside old ruined buildings. The buildings seem quite desolate and in a state of major decay. By what is left to decipher of their design I'd say this planet was once a Glitch settlement, but that's up for debate.

Before I left, I debated on bringing a specific tool with me. A Matter Manipulator. The Apes who rescued me entrusted one to me as a parting gift. I am aware Protectorate law states unlawful ownership of a Manipulator or other Protectorate technology is a criminal offense, but I either take this with me or I try to construct schematics on my own raw from S.A.I.L.'s survival essentials database. I am the world's biggest clutz so no way am I putting something together on my own. If the Protectorate somehow finds this - Hi! Please don't arrest me. It was life or death.

Anyway, apart from old campsites and ruins, I haven't found much. I've collected some basic resources and began working on a small shelter to live in planet-side until i collect enough resources to repair the ship. Or at least, attempt to. Thanks to S.A.I.L.'s database, I was able to set up quite a bit of furniture and extra tools for myself. Should I need to, I will be able to forge armaments and protective armor for myself with these. Despite its small size, this home I built is quite cozy... it'll deffinately suffice for the time being. I've also eaten a portion of my rations to keep myself sustained. I'm going to place a marker for the ship near the house so I warp down near it instead of kilometers away and head out tomorrow. I'm looking to either find some kind of plant to harvest for seeds or more resources for the ship. Finding neither would be depressing but it could happen. I'll have to prepare myself for that possibility.

I haven't stopped thinking about those apes. It still haunts me. It'll stay that way for a really long time I reckon. It's something I'll have to get used to.

It's going to get quite lonely on this journey. I'm scared. I hope I can get the ship working soon. Being stranded and alone would suck. It would suck so fucking badly.

I don't want to stay lonely.

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