#i know it wouldnt have been as good as when its fresh but like

[fudge24-7]

Augh I ate too much

[frostedclock-writes]

Alastor x Reader

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Making it up (Part 1)

SFW

At first he does small things to try and appease you. You find little gifts in front of your room door. Small trinkets at first. Brooches, a container of cookies that were obviously made by Niffty, lady fingers fresh from Rosie's, songs being played on the radio in the lobby that you had a fondness for.

But you remained upset, not letting the small gestures make up for him leaving you in the dark for so long. No you wouldnt let his smile, his silly puns and his gifts worm his way back into your good graces.

You left the room when it was just you and him, you would blatantly ignore him when he would try to pull you into his conversations at times, you would use any excuse not to be near him without being truly rude -just riding the line.

Then several weeks pass before he is able to corner you like a trapped rabbit. He looms over you and looks down at you with glowing red eyes that are only enhanced by the monocle he sports.

" You will come by the my room tonight." It wasn't a question and Alastor's tone held no room for arguments. And he was gone, leaving you with the knowledge that it would be nearly impossible to skip out or avoid him anymore.

You dress nice for the evening, simple but nice. You wait outside Alastor's room door for a good thirty minutes, mainly arguing with yourself about even giving the man another chance. When you knock the door opened on its own like it had only been waiting for your touch.

A table set in the Bayou tells you what exactly the Radio Demon had up his sleeve. The dishes on the table were mouthwatering, and the whisky bottle sat between two glasses. Alastor had his overcoat off and just his usual dress casuals, but it was different when he had his coat off.

" Mon Cher, " Alastor pulled out your seat for you. " I made your favorites. "

" I know what your doing and it won't work." You tell him and you just get a 'hmm' from the elusive demon as he pushes you closer to the table.

The food was of course delicious, and had you nearly drooling when he brought out the lemon bars for dessert.

He spoke mostly, telling you about small things he had done about the hotel that day. Casual. It was nearly irritating to you.

" Are you ever going to tell me where you were?" The words come from your lips without much thought and it stopped Alastor mid-drink.

It was silent for a moment then you sigh and you were about to rise from your seat when his hand touches yours. You pause. Alastor usually didn't appreciate physical contact, it was rare and far between.

" I would tell you, but I dare not risk your safety for just a bit of knowledge. Just know that I am back now and I have no intention on leaving anytime soon. "

You were still upset, and it would take a long time to forget about the seven years thinking he was dead or might as well have been. But you always were a sucker for that soft smile he would have only in small moments. Perhaps it was a true one. You knew it gave your stomach the flips and your fingers feel like they were vibrating.

" Alastor... "

His fingers would brush your hair out of your face.

" Mon Cher"

His lips always like a mix of copper and coffee. It was bitter taste but you never minded when it came from him.

[alelathedragon]

Not me going back and hyper analyzing Mr.Puzzles episodes to further ramble about how silly he is and just how well written he is

Just how blind is this man to memes? VERY.

VERY BLIND

Like I said in my last post he looks at the Meme Factory and only sees the Comedy Zone bc: Being Funny is how he suspects SMG4 has fame, hes been watching these guys for who knows how long and while they give epic performances in Arcs there is always one key denominator to SMG4 and that is: he makes people laugh

Mr.Puzzles doesnt get it. And another way we can see that is in the Despicable Mr.Puzzles episode where

Notice Shroomy has a NORMAL dog. This is important!! Because in Mr.Puzzles world, his TV safe space where HIS shows go the way he thinks they should... Shroomy having a normal dog is good! So when Mr.Puzzles gets upset at him and transforms his dog into a meme...

Shroomy doesnt react how Mr.Puzzles would want him too bc currently, the man himself is partaking in a Roll. Blinded by the Roll he is in. Playing the Character of Gru... Just like how SMG4 is himself but shifts just enough to fit the roll of like Dora The Explorer? Puzzles cant micromanage the NPCs reactions so

This isnt Shroomy just being dumb

This is shroomy: reacting how he might in Real Life, his dog is now a meme. Cool!! How nice of Mr.Puzzles to make his dog funny!! Itd be nice to have my old dog back but i wont argue the new dog

Bc Shroomy is a bit of a people pleaser he wouldnt show his true feelings on that and again: in this world memes are good. So while Puzzles thinks hes so evil... Hes actually doing Shroomy a TYPE of favour

So why does he Like Leggy then?? You may ask... Shes a Meme as far as any of us are concerned, its cannon too!! On meme island Meggy gets turned into Leggy and is confirmed as a Meme.

Wouldn't Mr.Puzzles dislike her for being a foreign unfunny meme to him? Nope!

He looks at Leggy as a Creature. Because that is how she acts in front of him, Leggy as a meme is a goomba gremlin that acts like a loyal pet to whom cares for her 'boss'. A silly lil guy

And being a Fresh Made meme, she hasnt hit Mr.Puzzles media radar so chat

He doesnt know.

He just looks at this small gremlin and goes: what an annoying dog lmao time to move on with my life. But then he gets stuck with her and she animols all over the place getting him attached against his will lmao!!

Hes the perfect antagonist for the smg4 universe

A guy who doesnt think memes are funny/does not understand how the fuck they work. Even after the adventure through the meme factory what is the first thing he does upon hitting the stage?

He tells a dad joke.

His audience: he himself: find that to be the only GOOD source of funny so of course he does that and gets power from it temporarily

(like sure he doesnt STOP memes from happening but bro he doesnt know how too/if a meme happens to be funny in his eyes its only bc it relates to something on TV he saw and can compare to his audience likes. He doesn't outright think memes are the bane of existence but he does have a distaste for them and maybe that's because he doesn't understand how HE can use that power meanwhile everyone is using it against him)

And dad jokes are funny lol kill me if u want lol so ofc the camera worked for him.

But the important thing is: he didnt conform to memeage bc bro doesnt get it

And i love that for him

[shadowscommand]

ok so we know abt rodion and nikto. but what about. nikto. and rodion. what does nikto think abt rodion.

man... everything? he feels a lot of different ways about him. that i have a lot to say about so im putting this under a readmore

so, its just as important to him as it is to rodion that hes Much younger than nikto and hes so fresh in this environment of war. nikto likes the power dynamics he likes that rodion looks to him for that comfort & learning especially. its not healthy, but many of the ways nikto looks at rodion are not healthy. there's a lot of wanting to Own rodion and leave a mark on him. and its like. so many of their issues stem from nikto constantly thinking about how if he Wasn't Him as he is Now if he was him from Before becoming Nikto their relationship would be so much different. he believes if he was just a hot, older man rodion would have been attracted to him immediately, fucked him immediately, but also seen a notnikto-nikto flirt around and fuck others and never felt like They'd need a relationship.

he's so stuck on thinking that rodion Only wants him because he feels like he can also baby Him because nikto is so visibly fucked up and Needs Help. he feels resentment about like a perceived pity even if rodion has never actually shown him pity. he does not feel attractive and worthy of someone Wanting him (esp not someone so conventionally attractive and easily likeable) so the fact that rodion does is conflicting to him. and also all of this is working against him.

but so much of this is internal and not known or only vaguely known to rodion. its also just not always on niktos mind. he does disassociate, and he does have good days esp if rodion is keeping his mind off things. its when he has bad days that these things come between them. when theyre not hes just like.. enamored w rodion. hes a great guy. hes very charming, very pretty. nikto enjoys being able to put his hands on him, to hold on to him in his room with him. he's funny and he matches nikto's humor. nikto Likes that He finds him funny. rodions confidence is intoxicating. the fact that through it all he really isnt scared of nikto is so.. like... it Is actually comforting to nikto. its very humanizing in a way he wouldnt recognize but he would feel. they have good chemistry between them.

watching rodion come into his own in his work would be fun to nikto. rodion came to spets as a high achiever and even with them having issues rodion would continue that. nikto would have pride in him. plus it would be cute for them to have an actual sparring session where nikto gives him pointers bc hes worried for him bc hes Too young to die 🥺. he does pretty blatantly love him he just does not want rodion to love him back and sometimes he feels the need to punish rodion for this. thats the best way to sum up how nikto feels about rodion

[tauforged]

Do you have any tips/tricks on getting into warframe? I want to play bc the designs look cool and I'm sure the story is just as interesting!

(It is completely OK to info-dump!)

OH BOY OH BOY!!!!!!!!

ive probably said it better before, but cant find the posts because this website has the worst search function known to all mankind -_- so i will give you some bullet points that will not be all inclusive and i invite anyone else who wants to chime in to do so!!

while the devs are definitely trying to streamline new player experience, the story is uh. a lot! the game has like, what, 11yrs worth of content behind it by now? there's a lot! depending on your playstyle and how you progress through the game, it might take you a while to really get into the meat of it -- or you might speedrun all the main storylines in like a month. there are lots of side quests and secondary objectives you can dick around with as much as you like, which some people find fun and some people find annoying. i liek it :) but it can definitely be a lot

there have been a lot of time limited events and hidden lore entries that make some things pretty inaccessible to new players. they seem to be trying to get better about this but its still not ideal. the wiki is not always right (afaik, theyre still hung up on whether or not albrecht and loid were ~canonically~ together, which is literally just blatantly textual) but it can be a good place to find summaries of shit you've missed out on. ive never watched a single one of those 'warframe lore explained' videos so i cannot vouch for any of their accuracy. i dont really pay attention to the subreddit or the official forums either, but those might have information too? idk

i personally find that some of the quests are thrown at you wayyyyy earlier than they should -- heart of deimos is one that i strongly believe should be way more lategame than it is, since it builds on a lot of stuff that you probably won't know by the time you get to it unless youve been paying veryvery close attention or have been going wiki spelunking. i wouldnt stress about it too much if something seems to make no fucking sense, though. most quests are replayable if you want to go back to something with fresh eyes or different context

i have probably already spoiled you on a lot of the lategame stuff and for that im sorry! lmao this isnt really a game where spoilers will ruin something per se, but since ive been playing the game since like 2013 i went into everything blind as it was released and i always had a huge blast when the game dropped a bombshell on us, so i try not to rob anyone of that experience if i can help it -- not a huge deal though depending on preference

there's a lot of grinding and farming. i personally dont find it overly tedious as there's a lot to do and it's easy to mix things up and take breaks, but for some people it's a huge turn off, so just a heads up i guess. you can technically bypass a lot of the grind by buying new frames or weapons off the market if you really want to spend your money on that, but there's some things that are locked behind a reputation grind and such. and honestly, you dont Need to spend money on anything but some cosmetics

trying to play through everything solo might be fun if you enjoy a challenge, but i personally find it to be unsustainable. you're going to want to find a decent sized clan and you're going to want to either find friends to play with or hit up the recruiting chat for backup.

you can make platinum pretty easy by farming prime parts or rare mods and other such tradeable things and selling them to other players. i dont bother with this because im bad at keeping up on video game economies and it never interested me. but it makes being a 100% f2p player a lot easier when you need to buy inventory slots and such

there are over 50 warframes and countless ways to mod each one, and an absurd amount of different weapons -- there isnt really any one playstyle thats 'better' than any other. i perosnally pay next to no attention to the meta outside of keeping in mind what damage types are effective against which enemies. some people really enjoy minmaxxing the hell out of their shit. you can kinda just do whatever

don't buy plat without having at least a 50% discount login bonus unless it is an absolute emergency. the discounts are random but ive found they happen often enough that i can just wait around for one to pop up and replenish if i'm low. or dont bother idk i cant tell you how to spend your money im not your dad

mute region chat for the sake of your own sanity. nobody in there is as funny as they think they are. moderation is better in there than it used to be but it's still a wasteland

the most important part of playing warframe is having fun and being yourself :)

[h2bakugou]

hello hello, old friends, fans and readers!

god its been AGES. hi im alive ish-we’ll touch on that in a minute, but hi!

i miss writing so much, so much has happened, and i wish i could say im coming back, but i truly dont see a future for this blog, as much as it means the world to me, it wouldnt feel right coming back when i havent watched mha in years.

for starters, i wanna say thank you for the continued love and appreciation of my works, i know they’re not the best, but they’re what i considered some of my best work, for the time being lol. im 21 now, and its crazy to think about how long ago it really feels to look back at this stuff. i still love writing, i still love to read, i havent written anything worth posting in my opinion but if i do, this blog will be the first to know about it!

onto the health side of things, tw for cancer

i was diagnosed with stage 4 hodgkin’s lymphoma around the end of 2023, and have been undergoing chemotherapy for the past few months. my last scheduled treatment is the beginning of april but things are looking good. im hoping to make a decent recovery or at least have hair by the end of this year. i truly truly want to write again when im done with chemo. i keep telling myself i need to write again, work has kicked back into full gear after taking three months off, which i thought would’ve been the perfect time to stage some sort of writing come back, but life has been so utterly utterly busy. i hate that even with every fibre of my being, most of my ideas trickle down and out of my brain before i can even write them down on a piece of paper or a sticky note.

i miss the connection that writing brought me with like-minded readers and artists, and enjoyers. i miss the bliss of publishing something that felt ready to be published. i miss it all, and im so so so looking forward to that breath of fresh air again when i can calm down and write something that truly feels worth reading. and again, i want all of you to be the first to know about it.

i sound a little silly im sure, i havent posted in ages, and i know this account lays dormant for the most part but i still think about it all the time. this account is truly something special and i hope it is for someone else out there too.

no matter what you face, or what you’re going through, you’re not alone. you are loved. take care of yourselves!!

i shall be plotting a return of some kind, for now one battle at a time, oh yeah and fuck cancer.

[commanderquinn]

a list of canon ways in which lillian hart is The Fucking Worst that cora coe deserves financial and emotional compensation for:

-the basis for the big divorce counseling mission is that cora's worried for her mother's safety. that means, before going on a deep cover operation with smugglers known to kill rangers, marines, or anyone else caught trying to interfere with their business, lillian didnt leave her daughter a heads up much less a lead. once the fuck again, this woman decided that her career was more important than her daughter's mental and emotional health. once the fuck again, this woman decided she could just disappear from cora's life and then come back out of the blue without consequence

-when you go to lillian's office to look for her at cora's request, the guy working the desk knows SAM well enough to know his name and give him shit like they've got a personal history, but he??? isnt sure about????? cora's name???? word for word, he looks at her and says "it's cora, right?" you're telling me that this woman doesn't talk about her kid enough for her fellow INVESTIAGATIVE rangers to be sure about her name??? are you SHITTING ME??????? get the fuck out of here. you cant push "ranger family values" and the close ties they have in one breath then claim she likes to keep a professional distance at work in the other. you wanna have the conversation about what fresh hell it is being a working mother in a position of power, lets go, ill have that conversation all day long. but lillian hart is not a fucking example of a working mother and im gonna be pretty fucking insulted for working mothers everywhere if i catch wind of ppl trying to pull that kind of defense card. the woman's an awful parent and should be held the fuck accountable for it. you wanna know how i know????

she doesn't say cora's name enough for the ranger watching the door to be confident in it, but he remembers alllll the stories of the captain her ex is cozying up to. and lillian is the one to confirm during the quest that she has been getting the stories from cora, so there's some clear "oh she already likes the stranger more than me." i know im reading into it because its fiction and none of these people are real, but ive also, y'know been in cora's shoes, so i can tell you from real life experience that shit does exist. idk if that was the writers INTENT, but it sure does a great job at reflecting a very sad reality

-sam points out its dumb that lillian wants to speed the ship, with her daughter on it, directly at the sydicate. idk abt y'all, but my ship was pretty dinky at that point bc i was focused on outposts, and we got ambushed by like 6 ship waves once we landed for that fight. again, i get it. game mechanics get a higher priority than realism. but this whole "we have to finish this because theres a chance you were spotted trying to rescue me" shit is so. nauseating. theres no demand to drop off cora somewhere safe, theres no "lets call in the cavalry." its this fucking egomaniac looking you dead in the eye and being like "i know i just traumatized the shit out of my kid but i need you to drive us into an ambush while she's still on board. hope you're a good shot because sam and i cant kill them ourselves." and so what that we did that????? YOURE TELLING ME IT WAS JUST THOSE SHIPS???? the rest of the organization is just going to LET IT GO???? like no fucking wonder sam sees himself as the better option even through all his fucking doubt. at least he knows when to turn the fuck around because shit is above his paygrade

-she has custody rights. she is a decorated and respected ranger. sam being a smuggler wasnt public knowledge, but point out one person in akila who wouldnt believe her in a heartbeat over it. everyone in town gives him nothing but shit, and they all side with his dad who was definitely no picnic to live with. im guessing big emotional detachment there, lotta interrogation and persecution rather than teaching and understanding. HELL, sam would probably own up to his past if lillian outed him for it, he's that type of idiot. at literally any point she could put in the effort to get legal council involved. if she's SOOOO by the law, whats the hold up there???? i agree the kid shouldnt be on my ship while im in the middle of a space fight. ive talked with sam about it, and im not even the kids parent (as of the personal quest). what the fuck are you doing about it lillian????????? oh thats right. we cant get lillian on the phone. whomp whomp.

-she made cora cry. hyper independent, "big girls dont cry" cora coe. multiple times. worse, she made cora cry because she made cora feel like she wasn't as important as lillian's career. i dont give a fuck what criminals are doing. i do not give a fuck. i give a fuck that that little pixel child got her heart broken and there isnt a dialogue for me to call out her mother for being a huge fucking cunt to her own daughter but theres a thousand and one options for me to tell sam he's parenting wrong. he is, and i have no problem using them when they're appropriate, but where the fuck are they for lillian??? why am i not allowed to tear this woman a new asshole at any point, but there's like 20+ extra dialogue options added to every single npc you have a persuade option with???? todd my head hurts and its your fault

-"im sure sam's told you all about me. go on. ask whatever you want." yet there is no option to ask what the fuck her problem is. so, clearly, i cannot, in fact, ask whatever i want.

-"but the looks i got from my fellow rangers reading alexander dumas... we do strange things for kids." yeah hart??? thats your standard????? THATS your idea of going out of your way for your kid??? literally how did sam fall for this woman oh my god i cant even listen to her speak without wanting to use the power of bitchhood i inherited from a long line of angry irish women to ridicule her to tears. maybe then she'll fucking understand how small she makes her fucking kid feel every time she turns a moment of bonding into a little "woe is me and my comfort zone oh how unfortunate i am to have a brilliant daughter that wants to connect with me through her greatest passion"

-she openly admits that she dumped the cargo sam was smuggling not because she felt any connection or sympathy or just didnt want to destroy someones chance at life in a capitalist society, but because he was a good pilot and she didnt want that talent to "go to waste" so she could recruit him. thats not really a thing against cora i just really fucking hate that and the picture it paints of her priorities as a human being

-"if we're going to be really honest here... back when we were a team... cora would follow you everywhere, like a little adoring dog. i... just fell out of it. long before we separated."

i literally. do not have words for how fucking disgusted i am by that line of dialogue. oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god. i. i TRULY would not even know where to start. the dog comparison makes me violently angry and if you'd given me a punch interrupt at that moment, i would have broken my keyboard punching the accept option

-go replay or watch a recording of that divorce counseling mission one more time. while you're doing it, imagine the roles reversed. imagine youre romancing a character thats a mother bringing cora into space, and the ranger standing in your cockpit asking to finish the mission is her father who took off to live at work once it was clear his little girl liked mommy better. imagine THAT while you listen to the (imo) out of fucking pocket dialogue where sam constantly praises lillian for being "a good ranger/woman." then you come back and tell me how comfortable you are with the concept of lillian hart as a character.

[bulbabutt]

hhhhhhh lemme just vent about something im real ashamed about that i feel i gotta get off my chest as a uh. process of grief?

so like. two of my pets died back in april right? 2 weeks apart to the day. first the cat, then the dog. and its been uhh... miserable. hard to grapple with still to this day. shit feels bad for everyone, but like the real issue is the one pet we still have?

shes not the pet anyone would have wanted to be the survivor. like. its not her fault, shes just not and never was anyones favourite. she also has her own health issues and stuff, so it was just... a shock, to say the least. shes the last one left but shes not as cuddly as the other cat was, or as in need of attention as much as the dog. shes just... not who anyone would have chosen to survive. but thats not how life or death work i guess. you dont get to choose that kind of thing, loss of control over things. idk.

and shes very much my cat, and that feels bad. like she likes me more than everyone else and yet even i wouldnt have picked her to be the last one left. i was already struggling since moving to somewhere completely unfamiliar, feeling kind of suffocated by the idea that i had these two cats i begged for at 20 and then i was stuck with them for the foreseeable future while barely being able to handle being a person whos alive right now. and then one of them died and i realized how fucked up that was of me to ever think, and now its worse cuz i think i wouldnt have wanted her as much. and i still cant deal with her as much. its hard. dreams about the other one, dreams that i have to remind myself arent real when i wake up cuz hes still gone despite my brain forgetting it still. like uhhhh waking up talking to myself where im literally telling myself hes dead without realizing thats whats happening.

and then hhhhh the dog. that big stupid untrained mess of a dog, everyones best friend. its really hard to be without that dog, he was everyones first dog. but my mother wants a new one and i just cant deal with that concept at all, that was the dog. but then when he died we were so fucking. fresh off the tail of losing the cat its taken so much longer to process. so its been so much worse about the idea of a new dog recently cuz i just dont fucking want that at all. that guy was like... like he was never my dog, i didnt walk him, but you know. big stupid thing who was always in my face when i was home alone. he was hug sized, patient. you could cry into that dog with ease. thats what he was.

so really i just fucking. i stare at my cat i still have whos still here and i just think. why you. why are you all i have left. i resent her, its not fair, but i do. she cries for attention and i just shut her out cuz i cant deal with it half the time its too much. and i know shes probably lonely but i just cant fucking deal with it, and everyone else is obviously trying to put more of their love into her and thats good she needs other people more than me cuz all i see is the wrong cat. which is stupid cuz shes not, she was the first choice cat, but shes just... not him. i dont know.

fucking. pet loss is a mess grief is a mess and people think its easier than it is. its been fucking 6 months and yet i am still just as fucked up about it as i was and who can deal with that.

so maybe ive stopped being so nice in general, started being selfish, stopped making things for other people. started being weird. i dont know. i dont know why im even saying this shit, i just know immmmmmm you know. not dealing.

but maybe as mean as my thoughts are someone else needs to hear em to feel like their own feelings are normal. i think my thoughts might be more normal than i think, its just shameful to fucking say them at all. idk.

[p0orbaby]

Moirai

Summary - There’s a reason you stayed away from places like this. There’s a reason you kept Grace out of your life. She’s the devil in disguise and this time you might not be able to crawl out of hell again

Warnings - 18+, Mentions of alcohol, Nightclub setting, Drug use, Needles, Drug overdose, Language, Hospital setting, Labour, Birth, just lots of crazy shit really

Authors note - Well this is a ride. The long awaited 11th chapter. Sorry this took ages, but between being shadowbanned and a v busy personal life I haven’t had much motivation to write, but hopefully this has revived my love of writing :)

Word count - 3k

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The walls of the bathroom stall have muted the music from the bar enough that you can hear the blood rushing through your ears. Even with the layers of wood, glass and tile between you and the music, the bass still vibrated through your body as you lean your back against the cubicle door.

The small space would’ve been cramped enough with just one person, but with two, it was stifling and uncomfortable. Especially when one person was bent crudely over the toilet, carefully transferring the narcotic from the clear baggy to the grimy cistern attached to the wall.

Grace had organised three lines of powder, bright white compared to the dirty metal of the toilet. Clean breaks in the filth. They glared up at you, gleaming and shining under the fluorescent lights of the restroom. It almost stung, the way fresh snow does after a storm. Reflecting the sun and causing you to squint against the brilliance.

A head of blonde hair blocked your view from an airy snort. Then moments later, Grace stood back up wiping the residue from her nose with the back of her perfectly manicured hand. “Fuck, that’s some good shit right there”

“Right”

“Oh come on. Stop acting like you’re some angel. I know you want to do some, so go on. I got enough for the both of us”

“Grace I don’t think-“

“Don't think, just do. Please, for me?”

“I can’t”

“Sure you can! Here, take this”. She hands you a rolled up one dollar bill. The end of it already peppered white. You didn’t realise your hands were shaking until a loud bag on the stall door made you jump then go rigid with fear at the thought of being caught.

“Hurry up in there! You’re creating a line”

“Go away asshole! Use the other stalls, we’re busy!”

“Grace it’s fine, we can leave”

“No, please don’t let them ruin this! It’s our girls night, we should have fun. Just do the line and then we can leave okay? There’s this new club I read about online and I really want to go”

-

It was the third time this evening Wanda had tried to call you. Each attempt to get further than your voicemail was thwarted by an unrelenting beep, then your voice asking whoever it was to leave a message.

She normally wouldnt interrupt you when you were out with friends, but it was getting late and she had just had another dull pain spread through her stomach.

It was taking a lot for her to not worry. Her doctor had warned her quite early on that as she progressed through this pregnancy it was normal to feel twinges and niggles. But this felt different. It didn’t feel like the boys moving, or even braxton hicks.

It felt wrong.

-

Strobe lights flashed across your eyes. Blue, green, red. Technicolour ribbons that distorted your vision as you pushed your way through sweaty bodies and overconfident dancers.

Your head hurt, your mouth was dry and you’d lost your phone. A trifecta that would be bad enough if you hadn’t also lost the person who forced you here too.

Grace had practically dragged you from the bar to the club with a speed that was almost impossible. Nearly pulling your arm from its socket as you stumbled down the street to whatever cesspit she wanted to go to next.

Was the room spinning? You couldn’t tell. You needed water but the line for both the bar and restroom was too long. Maybe you could call-, fuck, your damn lost phone.

You couldn’t just leave your friend behind. Could you? She was a mess and pulled you into every troubled situation she finds herself in, but she’s your friend. Right? You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her on what was essentially your shift of babysitting her.

Jesus it was hot in here.

You needed fresh air. Just a couple of minutes outside will set you to rights, then you can come back and find Grace.

Why did she have to bring you here? The place was packed to the brim with drunk party goers spilling drinks with every sway of their inebriated bodies. She knew this would be hard for you. You had a right mind to just go home and leave her to do whatever fucked up shit she had planned alone.

But you couldn’t. She knew that you would never leave her and had played you like a fucking fiddle all over again.

So you agreed with yourself; fresh air, find Grace and tell her no for the last time. That was it. You were done with her shit. A finality that was long overdue.

You adjusted your eyes. Trying to unblur your vision as you span around looking for an exit sign. The neon lights causing the letters to almost vibrate. Blinking and buzzing as you tried to focus beyond the people pushing into you.

Time seemed to slow when what was practically the light at the end of the tunnel shone through a back door. Some drunk soul stumbling out of a staff exit and not so gracefully throwing up on the damp asphalt. The streetlights from outside glowed orange against the cold nighttime air, bouncing off of the wet pavement in a way of beckoning.

You all but laughed out loud as your feet involuntarily carried you to freedom. The breeze hitting the sweat on your skin cooling you instantly even from where you were stood.

Yet like a lot of things in your life, even the mere thought of a breath of frigid winter air was selfishly taken from you by the one person you were trying to avoid.

“There you are,” Grace slurred. “I’ve been looking all over for you, I want you to meet some people”

Pulling your arm out of her grasp, you stepped back as if she was a stranger. “I’m going outside for a breather, then I’m leaving”

“Why? We’ve barely spent any time together!”

“Because I’m sick to death of you getting me involved in your crazy life. You need to grow up”

The look on her face was nothing you’d ever seen her wear before. Her smile instantly faded and was replaced with a pained look of something close to betrayal.Maybe you’d gone too far.

“Look, I’m sorry alright? I just… I don’t know I just don’t want to miss out on more of the stuff we could’ve done when we were kids”

“What, like all the time we didn’t go out and get high and drunk and almost got ourselves killed? Yeah we missed out on so fucking much”

“You know what I mean. Please just stay for one more drink. I made some friends and they invited us to a private room. It’ll be quiet. Something small to wind down the night. Then I’ll let you leave, I promise”

“Grace, I don’t know”

“I know you don’t trust me. But if this is what I think you’re doing, I request one final goodbye. I’ll be good. I promise”

You didn’t even get the chance to respond before she was pulling you yet again into something you had no idea you could be getting involved with.

-

“She’s not answering”

“No offense Nat, but I know. Your phone is connected to your car's speaker remember”

“Jesus, alright. Labour has made you insufferable”

“Hhm, fuck”

Wanda gripped the door handle of the passenger's side like it would be the last thing she would ever do. Her knuckles turned white while the plastic and leather in her palms almost cracked under her force.

“That one was four minutes. They’re coming quicker”

“You don’t fucking say”

Natasha must have been driving over the limit. With the way their bodies leant every time she turned a corner Wanda wouldn’t be surprised at all.

“Shall I try her again?”

“No, shit, she won’t answer. She hasn’t answered all evening”

-

The room Grace led you to was nothing less than disgusting. Flickering bulbs creating an eery atmosphere. It was stuffy, and it smelt sour. The wallpaper was peeling off in large chunks. The people who occupied it looked like they hadn’t showered in weeks.

How new could this club have been if it has rooms falling apart like this.

All of the above factors briefly stopped you noticing what was actually going on in there. Until someone hissed in pain and your eyes narrowed in on the scenes taking place.

Needles and spoons and bodies slumped in chairs.

You were only three steps inside before you decided to turn around and remove yourself from the situation. But the door was briskly shut and locked by a burly man in all black, stopping you from leaving whatever room this was. What it was so obviously used for.

“You must be Y/N, Gracie here says it’s your last night together. She wants it to go out with a bang”

You didn’t know where the voice came from, but it was weak and tired. The activities in this box room had clearly sucked the life out of anyone who stayed here long enough to be affected.

“Remember the first time we did this? We had so much fun. We should do it one last time, for old times sake”

Grace's words were muffled in your ears. Your heartbeat pounding so loudly nothing was making any coherent sense.

“Grace, I can’t be here” the words struggled out of your mouth. Dry and hoarse and barely audible over the clinking and groaning from the people around you.

“Just one last time”

“I need to leave. I- I want to go home”

“You can after this. Look, Jason already has one ready for you”

You looked over to find a greasy haired kid, no older than eighteen holding up a tourniquet and a needle that definitely wasn’t clean. The beating of your heart quickened at the realisation of what was about to happen.

The walls started to move, making the room noticeably smaller as you were pushed towards a cotner where an empty chair was seemingly waiting for you.

The corners of your sight blurred, blocking out reality.

-

“I’m going to kill her” Wanda gritted out as she rode the wave of another contraction.

“I’m sure she has a reasonable-“

“I don’t give a fuck, she needs to be here”

Wanda’s voice was riddled with venom. Natasha had never seen her like this. So worked up. So distraught. Even the midwife’s and nurses coming to stop by left the room with large strides and a heavy exhale.

“I’ll go and try her again. I’ll be right outside so just call if you need anything, okay?”

Natasha wasn’t one to side with you often. With Wanda being her best friend it was easy for her to paint you as a villain. Especially with some of your past actions. But this felt different to her. Whatever it was. Instinct. Intuition. Even her damn moral compass. Something just didn’t feel right.

She was about to dial your number again when she was barged slightly by someone in a doctor's coat. Then someone else in scrubs narrowly missed her seconds later as they ran in the same direction.

Out of curiosity she followed them. What harm would that cause? Wanda was safe with the midwives on call and you were hopefully on the other end of the phone. Or even on your way to the hospital after you read the note she had left by the key bowl next to your front door.

It was a short walk from the labour ward to the front of the hospital. The place where the tide seemed to take her. It was frantic and nothing like she’d seen before. Unless the medical dramas on tv counted. Even an ambulance pulled up outside of the door as if on cue. The blue lights bouncing off of any reflective surface, making her squint.

Natasha was surprised that no one ushered her out of the way when they pulled in a gurney with haste. Or maybe they did tell her to move. Everything slowed when she recognised the still body lying rigid and gray.

-

“Wanda, we really need to start pushing. We don’t want to put either of your babies under anymore stress”

“But Nat, I need Nat. If I can’t have my wife here I sure as hell am having my best friend”

Is this what hell was like? She’d heard stories of partners not making it to the birth of their children, but she’d never thought it’d be something that would happen to her.

After everything, you’d come a long way. Being there for Wanda. Being there for you children. She didn’t know whether to be upset or angry. Or even disappointed. Perhaps she expected something like this to happen all along but never wanted to admit it. Her newfound faith in you was crumbling, and she didn’t know if she had it in her to build it back up again.

The head midwife turned to her colleague and whispered something into their ear. Whatever was said the response was a quick nod and a shuffle out of the room.

“Nurse Philips has gone to find her. I’ve given her five minutes. If she can’t find your friend in that time she’s coming back and we’re pushing without either your wife or friend I’m afraid”

-

“Shit, Y/N. Y/N!” Natasha all but shouted at your limp body as medical staff crowded around you.

“I’m sorry ma’am but you need to back up a little”. A tired looking nurse looked at her. His hair was out of place and he looked like he was in desperate need to sleep. Something they had in common.

“This is my friend's wife. She-, Wanda, her wife is in the labour ward about to have a baby. Two babies”

She was rambling. She knew she was but she couldn’t help it. Panic setting in as the realisation of the situation flooding through her body.

The nurse had sympathy in his eyes. She didn’t want sympathy, she wanted answers.“I’m sorry to hear that but with fear of repeating myself, you need to clear some room. We have to get the patient responsive”

“Responsive? What do you mean responsive?”

“We can’t find a pulse. So please, give us some space”

-

Natasha had a dilemma.

She was normally quite level headed. Deep breaths and taking a step back from the situation was a full proof way to keep her calm. Most of the time. This wasn’t the same.

When she rushed back to the room Wanda was in she was practically shaking with… something. Anger. Anxiety. Fear. She had to tell Wanda. She couldn’t let her best friend be in the dark about this. Even if she was about to give birth.

“One big push for us now Wanda. We can see babies head”

“I can’t”

Wanda didn’t even look up when Natasha burst through the door. The pain too much to handle to pay attention to anything else other than pushing. And the occasional response to the midwife.

“You can. On the next contraction give us a long one. Deal breaths then bear down”

Natasha was by Wanda’s side in seconds. Moving the hair away from her sweat sodden forehead. Letting her use her hand to squeeze. Which she instantly regretted as soon as she offered it. Her decision to tell Wanda about you circumvented my pain and the need to be there for her friend.

“You’ve got the Wands. One more and Baby A is here. Y/N will be so proud of you, I know it” Natasha spoke into the crown of Wanda’s hair. Even if it was supposed to be you here, she would play your role for wanda if it’s the last thing she would ever do.

There was another squeeze of her hand, an aggressive groan from beside her then a high pitched wail. Wanda slumped beside her in tandem. Exhaustion taking over her as her first born used his lungs to fill the room with noise.

It was mere minutes when the wailing doubled. Two babies. Two new lives had entered the world without even the door being opened. It was the most beautiful thing Natasha had ever witnessed. She was so, so proud of her best friend.

Wanda was debilitated. Rightly so, as both of her children were placed on her chest. She was extremely overwhelmed with everything that she burst into tears. Natasha wiped her cheeks and mumbled whispered praises to her, all while looking down at the two babies she had just brought into the world.

-

Tony arrived at the hospital less than twenty minutes after Natasha called him in a frantic gaggle of words. If he was being honest, he was ready to give her a piece of his mind for waking him up at the ungodly hour of 2am. But what he managed to decipher between ramblings and short intakes of breath was that you were in trouble and you needed him there.

So that’s where he was. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the corner of a hospital room watching your still body in hopes of something, anything to let him know you were alright.

The rise and fall of your chest did give him some semblance of relief. The emergency doctors had gotten a stronger pulse from you before he got here. Worried you’d been without oxygen for too long, they reassured him the results of the MRI told them otherwise and that you were fine in that department.

So it was just a matter of waiting. You could breathe on your own, your brain looked normal, they’d given you the relative treatment to reverse what they had told him was a heroin overdose. He wanted to kill you and cradle you all at once.

A chime from his phone brought him out of his thoughts. A much needed distraction in this shit show.

Opening his texts he opened one from Natasha. It was an image of two babies swaddled in blue blankets and blue hats. No caption needed. They were beautiful. Pure and fresh and everything he knows you’d imagined them to be.

He wanted nothing more for you to wake up and hold them in your arms.

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Giving Doctor Who a New Chance, Part 3: The Giggle

It's nice that they're bringing back some classic villain, but I really wish they had the Toymaker butcher some other language. The gag is just not funny at all when you actually speak German

Ok, that's an illustrative montage of a mightyfine chaos

IDK what I think of this - set it up in a way that it can be reset again.

oooh, Mel is back! As a 6th Doctor fan, I appreciate this. Did not expect that. She still got that perky way of talking.

Having seen the eps he was in, slipping over a bottle of Vodka is exactly like Sabalon Glitz would die, but hey, at least he lived to a ripe old age.

Donna just landed herself a new job. I guess there's that duality in human's fluctuating confidence levels again cause she glibly asks for double but looks ecstatic that it worked

so, Donna doesn't remember in detail, but she got a rough glimpse

the guy playing the Toymaker IS pulling off the creepy clown act pretty well tho

I really liked that scene between Donna & the Doctor in the infinite cabinet with the Doctor re-evaluating his life choices.

That's another thing that's been missing, that fucking Chibnall didn't get - that the point of him, at the end of the day, is that he's just some guy. Somewhat wiser & tougher than a human, maybe, but still fundamentally just dude with wits & confidence. A trickster, a flawed person trying to do the right thing that through trickery ended up with this fearsome reputation. I used to think of RTD not getting it as much as Moffat did cause he did like overly savior-archetype-like plots sometimes whereas moffat emphasized the 'just a madman with a box' angle, but RTD gets it in this scene where we see the Doctor cringing at his past self for things he couldn't have foreseen & now he doesn't know what to do in a world that doesn't follow predictable rules

Because that's what they don't tell you about getting smarter, wiser or even just older - the price you pay for knowing better today is cringing at the awareness you used to lack. thats very real. you end up thinking you should somehow have known or done better even if you couldnt have.

there's certainly some thematic rhyming with the 'narrowmindedness-plague' afflicting the earth

Donna's dad is actually right. Good for him to be wary of the Hot Hand fallacy and its ilk. Missed a chance for an epic nerd reference

I dunno what to think about the concept of 'shift to fantasy', i wouldnt have done that & really turned more to harder & concept fanfiction, but i suppose it keeps thinks fresh without being repetitive (they cant keep destroying and un-destroying gallifrey all the time...) & the show has always been the very softest of sci-fi anyway - at leasts its set up in a way that it can be reset again or let future writers pick whatever they want. though i suppose it depends on how its done like, if possible without wholly throwing out humanist values. You can absolutely be a trickster in a fantasy story or fight crazy things with logic; Infinity train did it to great effect. I mean, the classics had far wonkier stuff like actual Vampires & whatnot.

i appreciate Donna rhyming while defeating the puppet

"jingsaw out of your history" thing imply that the timeless child thing was an in-universe retcon of sorts? Oh please. I mean I could kinda sorta accept 13 is she literally wasn't really the same character.

between this & the last episode it's pretty close anyway to the "every single backstory is true because of timey wimey ball" thing from the expanded universe fixed, on-screen canon. That I could live with. It's potentially deeply interesting that by virtue of getting tangled up in all the timelines the Doctor has in some ways been to many possible futures & possible versions of reality.

Former companions werent affected by the giggle thing cause it was a retroactive change made by the toymaker upon getting free

It's kinda sad that we'll never get to see the battle between the Master and the Toymaker because that must really have been something. Like two Jokers or Phantoms of the Opera fighting.

this is like when Q showed up on the bridge of the enterprise. Only much deadlier. I appreciate that the scene never stops feeling actually menacing.

I like how Mel also comes in to hold his hand, too, she's for realsies. (I guess this is how she makes up for making him drink all that carrot juice)

The "Alons-y" is a niftly little contrast/ bookend with 10s exit

My headcanon is that bi-generation absolutely WAS a myth, but that this is an extension of the whole breach in the logic/edge of reality storyarc being set up here, or really just the Toymaker thinking it would be fun to double them infinitely

I like how the Doctor mocks the Toymaker's fake accent with 'the ball' thing

The advantage with the ball game is, of course, that Fifteen has already seen it. He's fabulous alright.

I appreciate how they climb on each other at some point

I don't envy Kate, watching this absurd thing... humanity already got somewhat good at taking Sci-Fi threats on their own, but this they don't have context for. Maybe UNIT is gonna need a vault of magical artifacts now. I suppose you can play with that for a few seasons. Like how a contrast of fantasy & sci-fi elements worked in Madoka.

I like how Donna is casually putting her arm around 15

I guess 15 has reached that point where rather than cringe at your younger self you're able to have compassion. That's a good arc, actually.

aaand of course there's the obligatory sequel hook for the Master's return, to the surprise of no one

I like how the years with the lost memory weren't completely lost but Donna still learned something from them that allows her to send this message now

Soo Fifteen is basically taking advantage of the cartoon logic still being in effect until the end of the episode to duplicate the TARDIS. I bet it only worked because he picked the silliest possible hammer.

I appreciate how 15 makes sure to get one last Donna hug.

I do like that it kinda came down to self-love, self-compassion & knowing when to take a restorative break & all that. That's an important message these days.

So, the Nobles just deadass adopted the Doctor & Mel. Makes all the sense.

I always thought of Mel & the Doctor's dynamic as sibling-like (as opposed to Peri & the Doctor having a 'tsundere couple' energy & Ace who of course had a teacher/student thing), so I feel vindicated.

Also I appreciate how an older woman who didn't have kids but spent her life traveling & adventuring & doing what she wanted, & then ended up feeling a bit lonely because of it here simply ends up not lonely by finding friends / found family. Cause that's the fucking annoying gotcha they always hurl at you "Oh if you don't have kids & live the life you want you'll be lonely!" As if you can't have friends. Also, plenty of ppl who do have kids wind up lonely because the kids end up hating them.

I'm all for the Doctor catching a break. Very touching, honestly. & he's like actually a point where he wouldn't just run off & get side-tracked or brood on the inevitability of its end. (like he would have when spent those years with River)

Also sets an interesting background for 15 of course, as he'll be coming out of it 'fully rested', in a sense.

So, yeah, I do think I'm looking forward to what 15 will get up to. It was sort of a great way to introduce him in such a way that ppl will instantly like him for how he comforts his past self here.

It's also probably the ideal ending for Donna, cause, much like Rose & Clara she wanted to stay forever, & maybe now that she has a daughter & other responsibilities she won't want the big danger all the time, but the Unit Job & living with the Doctor in a house? That's prolly what she would have wanted.

(I wonder if they'll end up running into Martha & Mickey at her job, since Donna & Martha were buds that time they met. )

[thatcheeseycandle]

//OKAY TO THOSE WHO ARE IN THE TTTE/TIDMOUTH SERVER, OR ANYONE WHO SEES THIS, YOU KNOW ITS TIME FOR A YIAU REACTION

TW SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CHP. 37 AND SOME BITS OF A GOLDEN SOUL

(Notes on my last post will be at the end)

OHFMSJAHAJAKSHDHSJAJSHD ITS HERE YEAHAHAHAHHDHD ITS HERE FRESH OUT OF THE OVEN

Oh OH THEYRE THERE ALREADY THEYRE AT THE HOUSE, MANSION, WHATEVER IT WAS

Ah gosh RIGHT THE HYBRID THING. Thank God I did a refresh read before this chapter came out

GADWALL BEHAHAJDB HOLY GOSH

"She has to be okay. I can't just abandon her!" Oh you loyal man, considering she's not.. Yknow in there anymore, I'll be bracing myself for whatever emotions are to come to both Oscar and the readers BEGAJAKDJCB

"You're going to be a part of this family very soon, need I remind you" YEAAASSS THAT TOO! Still feels like a feverdream to now see that these two are engaged considering long ago they were a bit messy with their relationship (aka, A Golden Soul and perhaps many other series-es)

Wait a click GADWALL IS A SILVER SOUL????

Okay now that adds onto my theory of (most likely) all the revived constructs (aka people like Quicksilver) being silver souls, cause to think about it I think Gold dust would've been too limited (most likely) around the time they were actually revived

So then, silver souls were one of the few ways to get ehm back during said times, as to not risk wasting Gold dust

But then- It wouldnt make sense considering HENDRICK HAS VILES OF GOLD DUST but I suppose it could've been gained around recent years and not like by the minute he was revived

ANYWAYS CONTINUING THE CHAPTER! I'll be saving those theories for seperate posts I suppose

Sorry Oscar you just YOU GO WITH HIM TO TELL HER THAT, SHE REALLY REALLY NEEDS TO HEAR IT.

"I know. You always come back running to me, one way or another." Considering a lot, same goes to you Truro to Scot LMAOAIDH

Woag WOAH GADWALL

WHAT ON EARTH?? IS THIS IMPLYING THAT SILVER SOULS HAVE ABILITIES SIMILAR TO THAT OF A GOLDEN WARDEN OR IS GADWALL ONE?????

GOOD LORD-

Oop OOOOOOO WE'RE BACK TO MAYFLOWER AND (Actually) BLUE PETER

Lack of stamina, waif WAIF WAIT

I might post the note I saved this theory on onto my tumblr after this, but is this- IS THIS BLACK SMOKE

Okay now thats sortve an exaggeration considering lack of stamina can be a sympton of a lot of things, BUT ANYWHO CONTINUING ON

Oh yikes YIKES OKAY, INSISTENT, NOTING THAT DOWN

I love how 9F was used in that sentence, fits well!

Friends FIRUABAB OKAY WE GETTING INTO THE LITTLE PEEKS LETS GO

"He'd push everyone that might have given him a place to rest his wheels." Sorry I just I nearly exploded at that sentence, ITS SO AIHFJDUFH Its relatable in a way

CLASS 37 MENTION LETS GOOOO

Her name has a ring to it, lovely!

"We so rarely get larger engines visiting our small piece of paradise."

"Excuse me, I'm a larger engine!" mAYFLOWER BEHAHAJDBXNZ

CRACKED ME UP RIGHT THERE LMAO

(Insert words that describe me just going suddenly quiet reading Blue Peter's thoughts and basically whats happening between the three)

Now wasnt that lovely! Yknow yhe title card got me all tense when I read out Blue Peter's name when I started reading this bit LMAO CAUSE I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS GONNA YKNOW YEAH HAPPEN

HOLYGO I NEARLY LOST MY OXYGEN, BITTERN MY GUY HAHAHAJAHDHXN

"You act like this is a common thing, Grey"

"That's because it is!" I am not getting over these two australians BEHSJDHDB THIS IS ONE OF THE MOMENTS THAT GET MY CURIOSITY ALL UP FOR FLASHBACK BITS TO PENDENNIS' PAST

shy SHYAHAHAJFB

I love how this bit of the convo is just:

"Well you didnt tell me!"

"How could we? We didnt even know shite about how it works for you!"

FIAYR DUDT

New nickname for Gold dust, Fairy dust

Grey that is one of the most poetic interesting things you've said HOLY GOD

Honestly I cant blame them, even if they knew, that sentence wouldve been magnificent either way

"I mean, who better to run a railway museum than an engine, right?" The way Olivia is technically half an engine (or is she?) and now theres this lad BEHAHAJAKDH

Wait GREY. LORE BIT LORE BIT- Okay I mean why am I surprised, SILVERFOX AND WHO I SUSPECT TO BE BLINK BONNY WORK ON THE BLUEBELL RAILWAY OF COURSE THERES CONSTRUCTS LIKE THAT

(For context, in aGS Godred says he met this person named "Bonny" alongside Silverfox when he was on the Bluebell, but thats from what I remember)

Aait WAIT HORATIO HE

IS THIS IMPLYING HE ALSO TAKES A SIMILAR ROLE????

Waut WUAJAJA OHMYGOD GOLDEN CIRCLE MENTION, GOLDEN CIRCLE MENTION FOLKS

WELL SAID HORATIO WELL SAID (I am speechless)

Oh God OH GOD

OKAY FINALLY THEY REALIZE THAT

WELL SAID EVERYONE.. WELL SAID (I am still speechless)

Oh so THATS WHY THEYRE CALLED WARDENS ITS OHMYGO IT MAKES SOME MORE SENSE NOW

Wait WAIT. HOLY SHIT

THE FUCK YOU MEAN THEY WERE THE ONES TO RUN IT????? THIS

IT MAKES SENSE NOW, WHY THOSE PRICKS HAD ACCESS TO BLACK-SMOKE RELATED THINGS LIKE YKNOW THE LITTLE CANISTER THAT CAUSED SCOT HIS NIGHTMARES AND THE VILE OF BLACK SMOKE

ITS A FUCKIN CORRUPT SYSTEM

Well damn I never expected that a corrupt government would pop up in YIAU, but then again YIAU is basically collecting every type of trauma so LMAOHDGHD

Oh wait he isnt blue in this timeline LMAO NEARLY FORGOT ITS STILL 2023 IN THIS

YoYOYOYOYOO A GNR SADDLE-TANK LETS GO

Yeah YEAAHH FIGHT OFF THOSE OLD HABITS LETS GO BLUE PETER

"It was what enamoured him to that King Class, his dearest Eurion" dare I say the term- BLUE PETER YOU BEHAJDHXB I SEE YOU

"He had always been good at hiding what ailed him. So why was he failing now?" WELL THAT SHOT DIRECTLY INTO MY HEART DIDNT IT

Ohmygo💥💥💥 This is why I love Mayflower, LOOK AT HER SHES JUST YEAH

SHES GOSSIPING WITH HER FRIENDS BEHAJDHDND

Cold and the pain. THE COL-

OHMYGOD OKAY YEAH THIS EXPLAINS THE TITLECARD, WELL I MEANT MAY EXPLAIN BUT YKNOW YEAH

Well I be damned, thats actually kind of true in a way. BUT I MEAN SHE IS TECHNICALLY DIRECTLY RELATED TO THEM AS A NIECE (referencing another chapter I unfortunately forgot the number to but I'll put it in the tags if I do remember it)

AH CRAP I GOTTA EAT DINNER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD- ILL COME BACK TO THIS DRAFT SOON

I AM BACK YEAH LETS GO

"After accepting Tornado he realised just how alone he was." Well THATS. THATS SOMETHING TO BE SHOT BY ON A FRIDAY EVENING

(Insert just a cacophony of "WHAT"s, "NO"s, "STOP NO"s, "LORD"s, and then silence just reading this bit)

"Don't ever feel sorry for being sick, this isn't the 50s or 60s anymore, you won't get scrapped just because you've got a rivet wrong." wHAT IS WITH THIS CHAPTER AND IT'S DEEP QUOTES

But still, wise words from Mayflower right there

Ohmygod. OHMYGOD. I JSUT

I PREDICTED IT AGAINMYGOSOAOOAOAO

THE BLACKSMOKE THE OHVYAJAOAOAOAIDB I THEORISED IT AND I WAS CORREFT

WELL SOMEWGAT CORRECT BUT I WAA CORRECT ABOUT HIM HAVING BLACKSMOKE OHMGYODOAOAKJZBXNX

OH NO ONONNOOBOOO NONO BLUE PETER HOLD ON TO YOURSELF

BE STRONG BE STRONG

NOOOOOOO BLUE PETER NO

(Future me here, I screamed my lungs out irl and my gosh I was not okay since I waa processing a lot of emotions LMAO)

Oh shet its Lode Star OKAY YEAH ITS MUSEUM TIME GUYS

OH ITS THIS BIT BEHAHAHAJXHX

Ay AY WATCH YOUR THOUGHTS ON DOTTI THERE

"He refused to admit it, but he had missed her too." YIEEEEE MALLARD ADMIT IT ALREADY

Woah WOAH KING GEORGE

OOOOOOOO DRAMA LETS GOOO

Wait. King Edward II WAIT. WAI TNOU

NONONONONOO WHAT NO THIS NO NONONONONO

MALLARD FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU JUST GOT BACK NOOOOOOOOO

(Future me here yet again reading over this review before I post it, I was in silence for a while processing this LMAO SO YEAH YKNOW THE EMOTIONS WERE DOING THEIR THING IN THIS CHAPTER)

ANYWHO. GOD THAT- THAT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW

Yet again another well delivered chapter by RedWryvernWrites aka Baku! The emotions were REALLY tugged on in this chapter, anxiety was the main emotion in this LMAO but I did also appreciate those little spills of lore in the mix!

Anywho, I'll see you lot in my next post then!

[fruit-salad-ship]

Sorry if this has already been asked and I understand if it's spoilers but how did Peach and Grey meet and what was their courtship like?

Here and there its been mentioned but I cant find any origina posts. At age 17 Peach went to study pokemon healthcare, deviating from her old life, taking a new path she chose. She was the quiet angry looking one in class, and everyone tended to steer clear of her, just how she preferd it. Everyone however except one very tall, very broad, very jolly guy who had spent half a year just watching her stay alone, Grey. He kind of felt a little bad that no one would talk to her, everyone seemed afraid to, so he worked up the nerve one day.

Peach was just off the path to class, having waded into tall grass, ignoring burrs and brambles, to stoop down and look at something. He waded over and saw her glare over her shoulder, turning away to ignore him saying 'hi'. when she did not reply he instead stooped down next to her to see what she was looking at. An oddish no bigger than a tangerine, rooted into the ground, so small anyone would overlook it normally, but she saw it from the path, and had to go look.

She eventually got up and left without conversation. He followed, chatted at her, got no response, but didnt give up. He took the seat next to her in class after that, and did so every day they shared a lecture or lesson. His endless chatter and her majority silence was weirdly functional. Peach pretended not to listen but took everything he said in, and he filled the quiet with chat and jokes that never got laughs. The topics he got chat from her over were almost alwasy work related, she dodged all personal questions.

Year two they seemed to just alwasy be together, peach did not choose this, but Grey seemed to follow her. He never asked for anything, never pried for information, never dug too deep, just told his jokes, and when needed, partnered up with her for work. People would alwasy ask him why he hung out with her, and even Peach didnt quite understand. One day however she overheard his answer, Grey sbest friend at the time was worried for him, that he wasnt in a healthy friendhsip with her, she never gave back. Grey laughed, shook his head and grinned. "I dont want anything back. She's nice, I can see it, don't care if no one else can." something Peach did not understand. She was fresh out her villainous household, the memory of the horrible things she'd done so close to the surface, still painful to think about. She couldnt even see the good in herself, but he did?

Perhaps she could stand to try and at least improve, if not for herself, for him.

So the next day she was the one to sit next to him, an act that did not go ignored. Grey didnt say it but her concious decision to find him and be close was the first step. Things escelated. They started to discuss things outside of work. Peach had never had the freedom to enjoy a lot of stuff regular kids got to indulge in, so when she didnt know a movie or a song, she'd ask to hear it, borrowing his headphone, or ask him to summerise the plot, or explain why he liked the thing. Showing interest in things he liked, even if it wasnt revealing anything of herself.

Year three was the year Grey realised Peach was getting hurt in the field way more, her specilisation in botany and toxicology within that field led her to multiple injuries on the regular. He began to tinker. While he did this, Peach was starting to laugh at his jokes, telling him a few small things about herself when he asked, that before she perhaps wouldnt have done. She became use to him in the student labs with her on the same bench, but one day she turned around and he wasnt there. She had to go looking, to try to find him, hunting all over until he came to the test rooms, spaces to subjects things to attacks from pokemon, intense heat, freezing cold, all controlled under lab conditions. His study and development of items meant he was there a lot, and finding him wasnt so hard.

This is where he spotted her coming to find him, and grinned big. by this third year they boxed together at the local gym, spent weekends hanging out, were good friends who respected each other. Even most of their pokemon got along, save for Val and his cubone, Harley. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to come see something. She was presented with a bolt of cloth. not all taht impressive but she let him go on, he'd not be so excited otherwise. He showed it taking drastic damage without issue, cuts and thorns didnt go through it, stitching didnt get pulled, brute force didnt rip it. The fabric was the Mk.1 repulsion cloth. He made it because she was getting hurt, and he could turn it into gear that'd stop the issue.

Peach though dense as a brick didnt miss the gesture, it was too obvious even for her to bypass. He created something to help her.

She asked if he wanted to get coffee after class, no work talk, just hang out. He said yes. The rest is history.

Theyve been inseperable ever since. There was no courting, Grey respected her too much to muddy their time with that, she showed no ineterest so why would he selfishly push the topic? They were friends, best friends, and things just kind of grew from there, but Peach was the one to start it, he let her do what she wanted when she was ready, quietly overjoyed because he'd fallen madly for that idiot over the three years, being around her was so easy, they balanced each other out.

[lab-sycamore]

Whats your situation with Lysandre?

Please do not ask me about Lysandre. Thank you.

(ooc ramblings under the cut because I don’t want to leave people on just that)

HI ITS OOC ANDY Clint.

TLDR: They were mutually pining and gay and very, very doomed. The memory of x/y is still fresh in Sycamore’s head and the guilt is crushing her

I really wanna talk about their relationship because uh. The events of x/y—more specifically my wip rewrite of it—were just a few months ago in the timeline of the oculus shared universe m. Sycamore is very closed off when it comes to the deeper emotional level (although she is quite ‘open/dramatic’ to a certain point but it’s usually surface level shit you would catch her dead before she did any greater level of introspection for an extended period of time that wasn’t in the same urgency as x/y is.) my interp of sycamore is not exactly cannon compliant in any sense of the word I kinda mishmash her various interps /lh

To cut it short sycamore and lysandre were very close friends. Much of their relationship was will-they won’t-they. They were mutually pining for eachother and Sycamore could see something was twisting Lysandre to something awful, but she didn’t quite know the extent. He couldn’t bring himself to be any harsher to Lysandre, they were friends. (Sycamore wanted so badly for it to be something more .) If he knew what Lysandre was going to do they still don’t know if they could bring themself to force that power out of Lysandre’s hands. (Sycamore does confront Lysandre in my rewrite ! But it turns bad . Very fast, Sycamore was just trying to talk Lysandre out of this .)

Sycamore takes a lot more of the blame than what he says to the player. He thinks he could’ve changed anything, that maybe if he did something different, as if Lysandre is HIS responsibility, that maybe Lysandre wouldnt have fallen into the path he took. Sycamore also mourns the man he perceived Lysandre as, a well-meaning man who once shared similar ideals to Sycamore. They loved the arts, they’d watch the vivillon blooms together along with Diantha, Lysandre would put aside plans just to listen to Sycamore talk. Lysandre was as much of an awful, vile man as he was Sycamore’s friend. Lysandre invades her thoughts constantly (if you scroll down and see my post where sycamore talks ab the vivillon bloom he BRIEFLY brings up what’s implied to be diantha and Lysandre and how because of Lysandre’s absence he just. Can’t go. Anymore.)

Augustine doesn’t know how to move on from that.

(Perfectworldshipping albeit moreso Frenchflagshipping is my favorite thing ever but I really, REALLY love it when the relationship doesn’t even begin . I loveeeee writing shit like that. The feeling of a missed opportunity on top of the mourning, that maybe things could’ve POSSIBLY been much more different if you stopped being scared of that confession. )

Sorry I DID NOT cut it short . I did not cut it short my goodness. I’m sorry if my interp of them is not. Good ,,, I’m very new to writing sycamore. I’m learning /lh also this is kinda nonsensical the chronic illness is getting to me.

[pomodoriyum]

gonna watch terror ep 10. hope it doesnt hollow out my soul!!

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something wrong with me since i literally can only focus on des voeux right now…hes hauling…..

love how stiffly every1 is moving. scurvy <3

HI GOODSIR <3

hickeys all. ‘oh how funny the past is’

crozier: ‘fuck off’

also. why. is francis all bloody. the hell happened?

‘he took a stumble’ welllll. maybe. im choosing to believe he said something abt hartnell and de voeux hit him bc his other option was throwinf up

also des voeux fiddling with his shirtsleeves. x2

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NEDWARD WANTS TO RESCUE FRANCIS. I KNOW IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN BUT OUGH

ohhhh edward little you poor fucking bastard. good job dundy ig

oh my god crozier is going to think edward abandoned him. christ

goodsirrrrr <3 also he looks GAUNT good job costumers !!

hes bleeding from the scalp….

memory moment. god that hurts so bad. awesoem

hi manson. thank you francis for being nice to him

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oh my god it was a PLANNED murder. i thought goodsir did that in a fit of desperation not in cold fucking blood. oooohhhh goodsir how you are fascinating and fun

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bye jopson. so sorry about that

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hockey ‘first of the officers i enlisted’ fhkdfnfkfl i wouldnt exactly call what you did ‘enlisting’ but yeah this fits under reinvention sure

how much of hickeys commentary to francis here is something he also is telling himself? versus how he’s trying to hurt crozier in the same ways crozier has hurt him (flogging, obvs, but from hickeys pov also probably leading them there in the first place, nevermind franklin)

‘surpassingly lonely man’ YEAH HE IS!!!!

^^ face you make when you totally didnt realize how true your foils’ opinions on you are (on another note, the casting people did such a good job findinglike normal ass lookign people for this show???)

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oh, diggle is *shaking* with terror. oh, my

GOODSIR NAURRRRRR NOT THE MASS MURDER SUICIDE NOOOOOOOOOO

preparinf hsi own body for discovery (if not burial) is soooooooooo

ok mroe to do list. 1. identify the various plants and animals he hallucinated. theyve GOT to be important for interpretation

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everyone is so wobbly like a baby deer

des voeux deadpan sarcastic delivery. so meannnnn (but i imagine hes extremely unable to imagine killing oneself sinces. hes (like hickey) willing to do just about anything to survive)

HODGEPODGE CHAIR MOMENTS. LOVE the artfully placed tins

yuckyyyyy

love how des voeux was the first to reach for it too yucky yucky.

TOZER DOWN that was probably the greatest literal flop ive seen. armitage reaching for him…de voeux’s little jerking head motion back. and whathisface in the back freaking out

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“hes sick from what he eats” OUGHHEHE HEH and goodsirs trap closes in

des voeux has been fantasizing about eatinf that bear for literal years now lmao

aw manson. ouchies

awww their tummies hurt. and they are being brave about it

hickey is. absolutely reeling from the poison and the lead in his brain omg. hes delirious

also looove how much regret he packs into that speech. tryinf to start fresh by. what, murderinf someone? and then youre stuck in a place that will kill you?? yeah

oh thwy are all about to lose it. des voeux is actively having a panic attack or so.

^^guy who looks like hes about to cry

tozer is probably handling this best tbh

interestinf that hickey conceptualizes tuunbaq as part of its own empire. because empire is the only way he can parse and understand the world

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HODGSON NOOOOOO

love how tozer just accepts hickeys sawinf his own tongue out. hes like ‘not my business rn’

great job hickey. really youve outdone yourself this time

really hard to tell apart tuunbaqs/croziers/hickeys noises. also francis why the hell did you approach that situation

symbolic that francis lands the final blow. of courses. and hickey’s corpse between his thighs….🤌 (well. almost. he’s using his foot on hickey’s shoulder, literally stepping on him, which is so yummy in terms of themes)

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SILNAAAAA. love how shes awash in warm colors

bye des voeux. your little gasping sobs hurt. baaad way to go

SILNAAAAAAAA

whos strap is francis holding??

also i find it interestinf that he’s the one she chooses to keep alive/save? more to think about on this

HIS HAND OUCHIES

HER FACE WHEN SHE SEES GOODSIR. OH MY GODDDDDDD it is incredibly impactful bc shes normally so stoic. auugh

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francis having a normal one i see (i love it when characters experience delirium)

verrry interesting in who he named, there

love his new hat also. hes like a mate now. not a captain any more

??? is thatthe fucking passage???? or a dif camp?? hm.

EDWARDDDDDD

“close” yeah thats what i thought. ‘close is the worst thing in the world’ HEEHEE YEAH SURE ISSSS

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i dont have access to subtitles atm so i will not know till later eveything they discuss and say. but. i miss silna already :(

francis i know youre freaking out but like. dont harass them youve done enogh

great ending shot. really makes him look like a doll.

wow what. a great show. im. a little wrecked about it

[bridgyrose]

Blake HATES when people talk about how romantic Romeo and Juliet are... But she ends up practically living out their story after meeting Weiss at a diplomatic party her parents dragged her to in Atlas. (No Adam)

Blake sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she listened to Ilia talk about love at first sight once more. Somewhere in the hours of being at the diplomacy dinner, Ilia had once again started to gush about love at first sight like Romeo and Juliet. “This isnt going to be like that. Besides, that’s a terrible example of a love story to use. They both end up dying in a needless death to keep their families from warring, which is why its a tragedy and not a romance.” 

“You’re thinking about it too literally,” Ilia argued. “You’re from one of the most influential families on Menagerie, here at a meeting of diplomacy with your family’s bitter rivals, the Schnees. Its like fate is bringing your two families together to finally end all of this bloodshed between the faunus and the Schnee Dust Company!” 

“A negotiation that’s going to fail because Jacques will never hold his end of the deal.” Blake sighed and leaned up against the wall as she watched the Atlas delegation mingle amongst themselves. “Besides, havent you noticed they only wanted my family to come? We’re the only faunus here in a sea of humans, none of which will be content with what my parents are going to try to negotiate. The only reason anyone is going through with this is because it’ll give those who participate some sort of recognition to make themselves seem better than they are.” 

“Well, I still think you’ll fall in love with the Schnee heir at first sight.” 

“And I also have time to insist that I have Adam at my side to guard me.” 

Ilia rolled her eyes. “You wouldnt stand one minute with him, let alone an entire week.” 

Blake smirked a bit. “I’d much rather deal with butting heads with him than listen to you insist the my life is like your favorite tragedy.” 

“Its only a tragedy in spirit! Besides, you have to admit, your life has been pretty accurate to the play.” 

Blake sighed. “I’m going to try to ignore you said that.” 

“Alright, fine, I’ll keep watch over you somewhere else.” Ilia started to walk off and smiled at Blake. “Promise me that if anything happens you’ll let me know.” 

“You’ll be the first to know if anything happens, good or bad. I trust that you’ll keep me safe, just like my parents.” 

“You know I always will.” 

Blake smiled a little as she watched Ilia walk off, glad that she was able to bring her around with her. Though, the smile dropped from her lips just as quickly as it formed when she started to look around the room again, trying to avoid looking at anyone. It didnt take much for her to feel lost in the sea of people, and soon she found herself making her way out to one of the balconies to get a little fresh air, only to stop at the entryway when she saw Weiss Schnee leaning against the railing and looking out over Atlas. 

“I see I’m not the only one who can only stand being in that crowd for so long,” Weiss said as she turned around and leaned back against the railing. “You can join me if you’d like.” 

Blake nodded and walked to the edge of the balcony and let out a heavy sigh as she felt the cool air brush against her cheeks. “Figured someone like you would enjoy the attention you’d get in there.” 

“Even I get overwhelmed. And besides, they only want my attention to gain favor with Father. They could all care less about me.”

Blake felt her heart start to pound and she looked over at Weiss and a small smile started to cross her lips again. “And your thoughts on all of this?” 

“I just want the fighting to be done.” Weiss looked up to the shattered moon and sighed as she heard her name called once again by her Father to come back inside to mingle. “Not that anyone else seems to care about it.” 

Blake kept her eyes on Weiss as she walked back inside, her hand going to her chest as she felt her heart pound harder. A blush crept across her cheeks for a moment until she noticed her reflection in the glass. Her smile dropped as a bit of realization hit her and a few words Ilia had told her started to run through her mind once more: 

*“I still think you’ll fall in love with the Schnee heir at first sight.”*

Oh. 

Oh.

“Fuck…”  

[weed666]

heheeeee last night was so good it felt more like a gift to me than to juice even tho its HIS birthday ahahah

had a couple of drinks, then smoked a buncha weed. it tied my wrists above my head with a belt and then used a different belt to wack me a few times but we got scared about it being too loud so it stopped </3

then it shoved its underwear in my mouth so i wouldnt make too much noise when it took a pair of scissors to my leg and licked up the blood 🥴🥴🥴 id been beggin it to do that for so long it was a fucken dream come true hehe it was so fucking hot

then we moved to the bathroom floor cuz our bed is like. too squishy sometimes lmao. brought a couple pillows in there for me to lay on and then it rode the dragon dildo strapped to me (hands still tied above my head). felt so good to feel him rubbing against the fresh cuts on my leg as it rode me ugghgh.. i made a suggestion about smth and it said "hmmm i dont think puppies can talk" so i just barked and panted and whined after that. got so much praise and degradation simultaneously, my brain was so melty all i could do was bark. i was a lil bratty when it told me to stay still and kept bucking my hips anyway hehe so it choked me as punishment

then juice untied me so we could flip over so it was laying down and i fucked it til my arms couldnt hold me up anymore. i was panting and whining so much as we just stared into each others eyes and it praised and degraded me... said im such a good puppy slut that only knows how to fuck and called me a pervert n stuff n all i could say was like "i love you" and "youre my god" over and over again ahehaehe i cried a little bit as i often do when we have drunk sex cuz i get overwhelmed and emotional w how good it is ehehe

we took a lil break after that and i smoked more weed while juice finished off its drink. then we moved back to the bed and jerked off together, both with dildos in our cunts. i was usin a clit sucker toy we just got until my clit was sore and handed it over to juice. i take a while to cum and juice wanted to cum with me so it was edging for a while hehe and i got a lil dommy when it got close. it was begging to cum but i told him he had to wait for me and that if he came on accident he'd be punished. but it was good and didn't cum til after i did. and still asked permission first, too, so sweet hehe its moans are the cutest <3

then we went to the bathroom and cleaned up together and then cuddled :3 im so fucking lucky hehe <333