#i need him gone NOW /aff

[kunikuus]

glenn close is RELALLLLLLSDF

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 4 - Humping (an object) ft Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

I wrote this in a horny haze, I wasn't myself don't loOK AT ME DON'T PERCEIVE ME BYE. (You, I blame you, you know who you are //aff)

Short puffs of breath come out of your parted lips. 

Your hands claw at his robes, his spats. There was something incredibly erotic about being fully naked, on your knees, staring up like a little eager pet at the Chief Justice of Fontaine, pristine as ever wearing his full regalia.

Even kinkier that you were in his office at Palais Mermonia. 

Oh, but that wasn’t the extent of your depravity…

You bite your lip to muffle the soft little whines that threaten to burst, hips moving back and forth, twitching, keeping a staccato rhythm as you rub your pussy on his polished black cane. Trying to get the angle just right to stimulate your needy clit. 

“Mmmm…. ah…”

Neuvillette wasn’t very sure of the appeal at first but now as he looms over you, he understands. His throat dry, jaw tight with a closed expression, yet his eyes burn with a fierce intensity, his desire barely hanging on a thread.

He catches the scent and then the sight of your slick glistening along the length of his cane and almost growls, a soft rumble on his chest. His grip tightening on the object’s handle.

You close your eyes and toss your head back, back arching.

“F-ffuck…”

“Language, dear.” He says before he can even think. His voice is deep and hoarse. 

Neuvillette tilts the cane slightly to tease your folds with the tip of it and you stutter and moan, eyes widening. “Y-yes sir…” You blurt out.

He narrows his eyes. That gone already? “Enjoying yourself, my nymph?” 

You nod, rutting frantically against the sleek object. “Yes, yes… always… wanted to do this.” Your thoughts are fuzzy, head swimming in pleasure.

He tsks. “How indecent.” 

You whine.

It goes on for a little while, your legs starting to get sore, your hips tiring and yet you’re more worked up than ever, all hot and bothered, shivering and frustrated.  

“Sir… please…” You pant.

“Hm? What is it?” He sees you stop, chest rising and falling with rapid breath, your perky nipples tantalizing.

“Please… fuck me. I need you inside me.” 

“Tired of your little indulgence already? You got yourself in this predicament.”

Oh he wants to see you beg. 

“Please, please please please, ruin me, fill me up… I need you.” 

he raises the end of the cane up closer to him, the scent of your arousal intoxicating. He runs a gloved finger along the shiny surface, gathering some of your juices, and licks at it, you whimper and squirm. “Such a waste… very well, then” Neuvillette dismisses the item with a wave of his hand, it disappears in a rain of sparkles. “Bend over my desk.” 

[poppadom0912]

Holding On Sequel

Warnings: Mentions of guns, injuries, hospitals, angst

Summary: Recovery from the worst night of the Halstead's lives seems impossible.

A/N: Wrote this randomly when I remembered receiving several comments wanting a part two and after much deliberation on the plot, this is what I came up with. I'm not a medical professional, everything mentioned is all from google. Please enjoy the ending of this as there won't be a third part to what was supposed to be a oneshot ;)

*****

Things were never the same following the night of the accident.

Jay and Will found themselves at your beside for however long they were permitted to. During his shifts, at his breaks and whenever he found time, Will found himself in your room watching your coma ridden self and Jay would always call and text for updates, every other minute out of work spent in the hospital.

The surgery had been a success, no one ever doubted it when Connor took charge, but it was the aftermath that had gone downhill.

Cerebral hypoxia caused from the severe blood loss and haemorrhaging, causing damage to your brain, the extent of damage which even Abrams struggled to determine as long as you remained unconscious.

The coma lasted for such a long period of time that Abrams was hesitant in keeping your life support machine on.

Jay had a tiny bit of a go at the man for suggesting such a thing, Will attempting to hold him back from doing anything brash.

So Abrams took a step back for another week and the next time, Charles approached the brothers instead. His ever so gentle and understanding voice with his soft eyes causing them to crumble.

It seemed that everyone had come to a collective conclusion, tonight when both their shifts were over, they'd say their last messages and goodbyes before Abrams would pull the plug.

That day, like clockwork, Will took his lunch break too eat his sandwich at your side, talking and telling you everything and anything like he always did. Eventually, someone would always join him for moral support or for some company, either or, today it being April who also was on her break.

As Will combed his fingers through your knotted and greasy hair, their was a sudden spike in your heart monitor causing his fingers to abruptly pull at a tough knot, his own heart thundering, head snapping up to look at the machine in question.

Both doctor and nurse sat in silence, staring at the machine with sharp eyes, ready for any other fluctuations.

A higher pitched beep went off two minutes later, Will choking out a breathy laugh at the moment he believed was never going to come.

Struggling to formulate any thoughts, he turned back to look at you, his eyes softening paired with watery smile.

"it's okay Y/N." He swallowed harshly, barely listening to April calling for Abrams as the heart monitor continued to go off.

"Take as much time as you need."

*****

"Hey, you all finished?

Jay appeared out of nowhere, walking towards you with his keys in hand very casually like he hadn't just scared the living hell out of you.

"Yeah, almost. I just have to mark these last few questions and then we can go home." You said, gesturing to the test papers in front of you on your desk.

Jay hummed, perching himself on the tables that you forbid your kids from sitting on where he sat whistling till you were done.

Around fifteen minutes later, you were done. All your things were now back in their shelves and drawers, your bag packed as your announced you could leave now.

Jumping off the table, Jay rounded the desk and took hold of the wheelchair handles, pushing you out of the classroom, pausing so you could lock the door behind you.

This was your new norm.

Two months post waking up from your coma and, you were thriving as much as you could adjusting to this new lifestyle.

Only two weeks ago were you able to get back to work, spending all your time in and out of rehab and physical therapy, the latter of which you still attended.

The Cerebral Hypoxia affected your ability to speak and walk, the former which was fixed within a month of rehab but the latter...

Well, you were in a wheelchair for a reason.

To cater to such a sudden change in lifestyle, both Will and Jay took their turns in helping, acting as carers of sorts especially in the beginning of your recovery.

Their shared efforts leading to your current living situation - the three of you living together in a completely new place that had wheelchair accessibility that you were able to afford combining three salaries.

Even now, there were still some things that you hadn't become accustomed to such as: wheeling yourself everywhere, relying on others for small tasks like laundry and the sympathy from the entire world.

You would never get used to the stares you continued to receive at school from the children.

"Will get's off in a hour, he's asking about takeout." Jay said, cutting you off from your train of thought as you reminisced on your current recovery.

"Our usual Chinese place is good for me." You said, watching as he typed something into his phone, most likely texting Will your words. "I'm really craving their duck."

"Perfect." He mumbled, turning his phone off as he started the car to drive home.

It took a very long time to work out how to get you and the wheelchair both in and out of the car but after much trial and error and eventually help from your physical therapist, it all worked out.

Will and Jay were changed men after you woke up from the coma. They were, if even possible, more protective of you than before to a point where the line between overprotective and overbearing was extremely thin.

But all three of you had to learn and adjust, making mistakes and sacrifices necessary in making this recovery and new lifestyle work.

You wished you could turn back time and change things, going back to that fateful night where you could change what you did.

Thinking back to it now, you would've been smarter, used some common sense and put your card some place sensible, maybe walk faster to the station instead of pausing in the middle of a dark street nowhere near the main road or civilisation.

But alas, no matter the regret, it was all in the past now, as your therapist said, dwelling on it won't change the present.

All you could do is what was in your control which currently consisted on focusing on your physio to try and get your legs to improve even somewhat, try to enjoy being coddled by your older brothers like you were all kids again and continue to teach the children who never failed to make you feel better.

While you were well into the recovery process, there was still much progress to be made and in an ideal world, by the end of it all, you'd be back to normal and stable on your own two feet. A life where everyone could go back to their lives, Will and Jay being allowed to live their lives independently without having to help you get into the shower or bed.

For now though, all you had to do was focus on yourself, taking small baby steps to try and get back to being you again.

"For fucks sake- Will forgot the prawn crackers!"

With these morons at your side, being you was easier than ever.

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Leftenmost Window bits that drive me to insanity

(LONG POST. AGAIN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Sam went into the story and thought "You know what? Female character time"

"Cry. Cry, cry, cry" AJ, I LOVE YOU BUT YOU SOUND SO SILLY I HATE IT /aff

AJ using myself twice in the same sentence bugs me for some reason help

"But my Egburt isn't a killer" and AJ immediately says a hypothetical that completely ignores what Sam said

"Would you rather be a gardener who has to go to war or a warrior who has to learn how to plant a garden?" SIR WHY ARE YOU ASKING YOUR DAUGHTER THAT? SHE AIN'T GOING TO WAR, SIR, DON'T WORRY

"I think the second one's probably safer 😃👍" YEAH, PROBABLY

"Are you saying that my Egburt is the gardener who's gone to war?" "No, no--" If I had a nickel for every time AJ completely ignores what Sam said just to say a sentence that makes no fucking sense, I'd have 2 nickels. Honestly, it's odd how I only remember it happening twice

"Don't be too hard on father! He gets his words mixed up" Luke came in to save AJ but then screwed him over again on accident with "after that injury in the Boer War in South Africa"

SALLY AND EGBURT'S WIFE JUST BARKING AT EACHOTHER AND THE "ORDERRRR" FROM THEIR FATHER

"Thank you, sister" GIVE HER A NAME GODDAMN IT PLEASE THEY NEVER GAVE HER A NAME I'M SOBBING SO SO HARD

"He promised me he would" MA'AM? MA'AM. THAT'S A BIT SUSPICIOUS, MADAM

"Yeees, it's the- that time" TRYING TO GET THESE TWO TO SEPERATE SO IT DOESN'T ESCALATE BACK INTO ANOTHER FIGHT

"Uhoaohh"

"There's only one trench you should be in" Sam. Please. No premarital sex. Wait until you two are married/wait until Egburt comes back alive

THE FIRST TIME WE HEAR EGBURT IT'S AJ TALKING??

Sam mentioning his mother and then her just appearing "Aah! Oh the migraines!"

AND THEN LUKE CHIMES IN AND CALLS AJ EGBURT?? HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EGBURT BUT NOOOO, WE NEED MORE SAM AND LUKE CHARACTERS WHO ARE CANONICALLY TOGETHER

"Thewomeninourfamilyhavealwayshadagift.." "O..kay?" SAM IS SO CONFUSED BY THIS SHE PROBABLY THINK HER MOTHER'S INSANE (SHE KIND OF IS THOUGH???)

TOM JUST GOING INTO THE AUDIENCE AND CROSSING THE SEA OF PEOPLE OR IN THE PLAY'S CONTEXT THEY'RE CROSSING A SEA OF SPIRITS THAT FIND THE MORTALS' SHENANIGANS TO BE HILARIOUS

"HEY, I'M NOT DONE! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN THE ASTRAL PLANE RIGHT NOW! D:<" IMPLIES THAT YOU CAN GET STUCK IF THE SPIRITS DON'T MOVE ASIDE??

"But- wait" SHE WANTS TO GO BACK?? THIS HAPPENS TWICE, BY THE WAY?? HONESTLY YEAH THIS IS PROBABLY WHY SHE'S ILL

EGBURT AND AJ'S CHARACTER LOOKING AT TOM'S CHARACTER AS IF HE DIDN'T GET SHOT IN THE THROAT PREVIOUSLY

"Neither did I" YEAH BECAUSE HE ISN'T A SCOT??

"What are you knitting over there?" "Scarf :)" "For you, Captain Egburt" SAM LEGIT JUST MADE LUKE EGBURT. HE WAS NOT EGBURT. HE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EGBURT

"Aye. That was me" NO BUT REALLY. YOU JUST SAVED A GUY WHO GOT SHOT IN THE THROAT AND SOMEHOW IMMEDIATELY FORGOT ABOUT IT?

Odd how Egburt didn't get shot when he stood up but Tom's character did. Same for AJ's character

DID SAM'S CHARACTER MOAN WHEN HE GOT HIT? I'M SOBBING SO HARD WHAT??

"How old are you?" HE'S YOUNG. THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW 👍

"Medical Arena" WHY IS THEIR MEDICAL AREA AN ARENA? TO MAKE SURE THEIR PATIENTS END UP TRAINING SO THAT WHEN THEY RECOVER THEY'LL COME BACK BETTER THAN EVER? HUH???

Tom just going "😃!" when he and Sam said Egburt at the same time (Tom has the best expressions I swear) and then immEDIATELY TRYING AGAIN TO SEE IF THEY SAY IT IN SYNC

"It's me" "And her mother/And my mum" YOU MEAN BOTH OF THEM CAN JUST COMMUNICATE TO THE SAME PERSON? IS SHE GUIDING HER DAUGHTER?? PROBABLY, YEAH??

TOM NOT IMMEDIATELY CATCHING UP TO WHAT SAM WANTS TO SAY

"Lie down in the--" "NO, GET BACK" but aren't you two ALREADY in the astral plane? Is there an astral astral plane??

"The women in my family have the power to project their consciousnesses across space and time.. Well just space, I've not checked out time" Nah, sis, don't worry, your great great grandson has 👍

"I said I'll come back don't worry and then I kissed her on her forehead" LUKE WAS GOING FOR THE DIVORCE PLOT

"You're a gardener, not a warrior, a gardener!" Ah yes, referencing your father's nonsensical metaphor. At least she understood that part

"You took HER to OUR garden?" LUKE REALLY GOING FOR THE DIVORCE PLOT HERE PLEASE GUYS YOU AND YOUR FIANCÉ AREN'T MARRIED YET COME ON

Hans and Heimlich are such a duo I love them so much. "No no, I don't want to speak to you >:(" Why does it seem like there's more to this than just Hans not letting him drive. Why is there some romantic tension here and the other Hans is just the third wheel

"Just double-checking for the scene.." Hans and Hans' reactions are understandable. What scene are you talking about, Heimlich?

Tom's German soldier not knowing his team. Sir, you have trained with them. What do you mean you don't know that one of them listens to American music?

why did you call your father darling after he called you darling?

"She told you about that?" GIRL THAT'S HER HUSBAND, OF COURSE HE WOULD KNOW

SALLY BEING NERVOUS AND A BIT GUILTY. LUKE WAS REALLY GOING FOR THE DIVORCE PLOT UNTIL TOM CAME IN

"I have a closer relationship with father, he tells me more!" You mean your MOTHER? SHE'S the one who has the powers because the WOMEN of the family have the psychic powers.

Luke did a complete U-turn from the divorce plot. AJ then took the wheel and turned the car back to the divorce plot. Thank God we have Tom to save the plot from being darker than it already is

"The Xavier house" THEY'RE THE XAVIERS??? YEAH I WISH I HAD KNOWN/REMEMBERED WHEN I MADE THE NUTB HEADCANONS

"And now I return it to my mind because it's- it's good" MADAM? MADAM THAT'S A BIT 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, MADAM

TL;DR: Sally is the only Xavier to have a first name mentioned in the play & Mrs. Xavier is a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I reached post limit so im gonna write this and save it for midnight to post later 🥰

-10:30 EST

Richas made a reference/mentioned outliving forever and bad started screaming and sobbing for a solid 2 minutes and then started talking about how no no forevers probably fine cucuruchos probably taking care of him, richas asked if thats what bad tells himself to sleep at night, if he just lies to himself and bad said yes! if all else fails, simply lie to yourself and push your true feelings down to make it through this meaningless existence :D and richas said "so if we said the sky is pink at all times a day and just lie to ourselves its ok?" and bad said yes, we already lie to ourselves all the time we just need to think about how much lying we accept :3

richas thinks dappers colorblind

bad said his chats british 😭

time to read books!

-10:40 EST

bad is making fun of us for being sad because of angst(/lh/j) and sang a brief song about us being sad and mentioned "the sun is gone" just to torment us over forever being gone. He also went f5 said something like “if you think it’s sad now… anyway..... spoilers!!" implying it will get even sadder!! (terrified)

oh theres a letter for bbh and forever :((( this might be sad now that forevers. in his place. chats crying

-10:50 EST

Bad is screaming and crying because forever will never be able to read his letter, hes literally head in hands screaming and crying and hes letting the TTS read it out

one of the qsmp purgatory programmers wrote bad a letter saying he was supposed to die more and bad said hes a bug tester at heart and richas is bullying bad because of how many bugs he found and exploited LMAO bad said he'll fudging do it again

-11:00 EST

bad found ANOTHER wall bug to glitch thru, hes insane

-11:10 EST

someone said the word forever and bad is reduced to shambles on the floor, hes crying and whining forevers name in tears and agony and he made the dying "bleh" sound like 4 times

also bad mentioned that as soon as its confirmed to the characters like in-character that max is dead theyre having a funeral for him, like bad as the grim reaper knows but he hasnt told anyone, nobodys aware of him being gone, >>>>also he was ominous and said he needed to shoot max a message oorp and refused to elaborate. what the fuck was that about badboyhalo? <<<<<

-11:30 EST

Bad and richas and pomme wanna make an elevator death trap and then call foolish over to trap/murder him <3 chat is advocating for this idea. chat also wants to see the museum, bad said yes!!! Museum time!

before that, bad is being ominously silent again and is texting off screen. that max comment earlier + this makes me worried. MOVING ON THO BC HES SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RICHAS AND POMME GOT HIM A PRESENT FOR HIS BDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHAS!!!!! (in brazil time) The present is Honey cookies! because richas got covered in honey and used as bait while they were away LMAO

Bad was talking about the 1k snow golems prank and was wondering if the cleanup team would be upset or love that, and richas said "lets say im part of that tio" and bad is now saying richas will take 100% accountability for that and will clean all of it up by himself LMAOOOO richas placed down signs saying "NO TIO I NEVER SAID THAT!! I DIDNT" and bad read them out loud as "Yes tio i agree i did say that ill do it!"

oh god bads spamming richas signs everywhere this is gonna fucking lag everything LMAOOOO richas crashed and bad kept placing until he got bored and said "yessssss richas will get in so much trouble hahaha! messing with the server!!!! bad then said "Richas always comes back" in the FNAF voice, didnt need to know you were an even bigger nerd BBH but okay /aff

-11:40 EST

Pomme is dragging bbh around on a lasso and is trapping him somewhere <3333 theyre climbing up the big ben and bad is taking SO MUCH DAMAGE he has his auto eat on

he accidentally said the word "forever" again and started crying again, his chat is in shambles.

MUSEUM TIME!!!!!!

HELP THE FUCKING ADMINS INCLUDED A DRAWING OF BAD LITERALLY STUCK IN A PADDED ROOM BASED ON HIS TIME IN JAIL, RICHAS SAID "natural habitat"

>>>>>>bad's crying again, and being horny because of how "cute" forever looks in the fanart, but mostly crying<<<<<

pomme started bullying bad because he called forever cute LMAO

tinas on!!!!!

-11:50 EST

Bad's crying again over art of him and forever in the pool he made in forevers base, the admins want to hurt him specifically/j

"treasure the wholesome moments chat, for they are just dust in the wind" -BBH 2023

bad took his totems out of his offhand again :)

Bad's crying again over another image of him and forever!!

[noivoom]

I'm normally one to not worry so much about the quality of writing with these shows because to me they've always just been "the dumbass fnaf rp /aff". But. What the hell is this character assasination.

The fuck do you mean Moon suddenly doesn't care anymore. The fuck do you mean he's okay with killing Earth.

Really?? After EVERYTHING. Everything he's done to keep his family safe and make them happy. All the character development he's gone through. All his struggles with trying to prove he's better than the old him.

He's just suddenly.

A cold-hearted villain. That's it.

I'd actually be on board with this if it weren't for the way they're seemingly doing everything in their power to just turn Moon into an irredeemable asshole- There were some really interesting lines in "Moon KILLS EVERYONE" that make so much sense, like when Moon mentioned everyone getting in his way to stop him from doing things when he just wanted to do something, and now he's decided "fine, I'll BE selfish then for once" for example. I really like that as a motivation, but why would he just stop caring for his family?? I would've been on board if it was something like how I thought it was going originally, that he's convinced this is the only way to bring Solar back, if he can just do this then everything will be okay again. He knows this is bad but it's the only way, right? He doesn't want to do this, doesn't want to hurt his family and tear his relationship with them apart, but it'll all be worth it. Maybe this is selfish, but he needs to do it. Maybe they won't forgive him, maybe Solar will hate him too, but at least he'll be alive, right? So long as they're all alive and well, he can live with that. And then the others are fighting back because they don't want Moon to go down this path, they don't want to lose him, too. We can find another way, please just stop.

As it stands it just kinda feels like they're forcing things in a specific direction in order to justify whatever resolution they have planned, which at this stage seems to be bringing the Old Moon back. And honestly, bringing back the Old Moon is a fascinating concept to me, it would be so interesting to see how that would go- how would he react to everything that's happened in the time he missed, how would he interact with Sun, how would Sun interact with him now that he's started coming to terms with how toxic their relationship had been. But at the expense of whatever the hell they're doing to the New Moon? Not worth it to me.

I also have a lot of feelings about the way Earth just COMPLETELY decided "oh okay screw you then" with barely a hint of actively wanting her brother back- like come on you're telling me that when the Creator betrayed her she struggles to come to terms with it for weeks, but with Moon she gives up just like that??? But I. Honestly barely even have the energy anymore.

Why. Just why.

[skele-bunny]

What would happen if Dew never woke up from his coma? What about Calida? :( Will she be okay? I need to knoww!!

You're terrible. /Aff

On DVD. (CW) Aether/Dewdrop/Mountain

CW - Death, light mention of suicidal thoughts, talk of pregnancy from assault, implications of past abuse (#memories warning tag!)

Tags: Heavy Angst/Heavy Comfort, fluff, Step-Dad Aether, Step-Dad Mountain

Characters: Dewdrop, Aether, Mountain, Calida (Kit), Misc Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats ! This is a fluff story I prommy)

The day Dewdrop accepted the proposition, as if he really had a choice, to be the next elemental transition a fate had been sealed. One that he and his mates at the time weren't aware of. One that damned his only kit along with it. Sure, Dewdrop was a runt. But he fought like no other. He fought as he was burned from the inside out. He fought as his body broke in both physical and mind. He fought as tears went down his face and eyes rolled back once it was done.

He knew he had to fight to go back to his newborn kit, just bare of 6 months old. To go back to his mates and pack that loved him and her so very dearly. Zephyr, Aether, and Mountain were nothing but smiling faces in his head as he'd push through screams, the occasional flash of his daughters little hand wrapped around his claw.

So when a knock at the den door came, followed by the news that Dewdrop couldn't fight anymore as Aether held Calida so tightly in his arms—Something in them all broke. Something that could never be fixed. While screams and sobs wracked the three, Aether looked down to see a fourth one had joined, Calida confused just as much as them.

No one knew how to raise a kit, especially now that her mother was gone. Struggling with their own grief and loss, they didn't know how to handle her own loss and care.

There were times Mountain would be in her nursery, holding the sleeping infant while he stifled his sobs and occupied his mind to soothe the kit to avoid the thought of letting his own vines wrap around his airways. He held her so tightly, pushing his nose against her cheek and chest just like he did the day Dewdrop let him hold her for the first time. She smelled and looked just like him... Black bundle of hair on her head, sweet eyes and nose that scrunched with a smile, how her focus would be on the sound of music that they'd play for her.

But within their misery came more anguish in the form of fights. Arguing over Calida's care, frustration, and exhaustion in their eyes. Topics ranging from the other not attempting to help, to even Calida not accepting her bottles. So, so many fights over her. But it was never the kit's fault. Never.

When Ifrit had finally decided to show his face in the sadistic way of trying to pick Calida up from her crib, Aether lost his shit. Shoving the fire ghoul away and standing protectively in front of the pink painted wood.

"Get the fuck away from her." Was all he could manage, fangs bared and snapping his jaw.

"She's my kit."

He scoffed, "Really? There's no claim on her wrist to prove that."

Ifrit and Aether had gotten into each other's face, noses touches and their own growls being passed back and forth. "You know damn well she's mine—"

"Oh, I know. I know all about it. Which proves to me you'll be anything but her father as long as I'm around. As long as Mountain is around. We both fucking know, so unless you want to contest just how you're her father, you're not going anywhere near her."

Ifrit let out another low growl before finally stepping back, smoke escaping his nostrils. "Then she's your fucking problem."

"Gladly, you deadbeat bastard."

That was the last time Ifrit came around after that, dragging Zephyr away in the process. They didn't hold any ill will to their air element packmate, they didn't know what Dewdrop had confessed to Aether and Mountain, all they knew was their bonded mate had severed the pack and chose him. Zephyr would always be welcomed around, no matter the case. Dew loved them, even when Zephyr squealed how they had bonded to the fire ghoul, Dewdrop loved them with everything. So, they did as well.

It was just them three, now. Settled in a much too big den for a much too small family. Aether and Mountain whispering back and forth before agreeing on two things:

Together, they'd raise Calida and claim her as theirs.

Then, they'd do everything in their power keep the last piece of Dewdrop alive.

That they did.

Many nights of trial and error, confiding in Special and Mist for help, figuring out how to take 'shifts' and still manage their daughter, and more importantly snapping their jaws at the clergy higher-ups that became uncomfortably interested in the fire ghoul kit.

But they succeeded. Calida was the best thing in their lives, loving waking up to little hands and teeth over their arms and stomach, the soft babbles and laughter she gave with such rosey cheeks.

When she had turned a year old, Aether had mumbled to himself and wished that Dewdrop could see her birthday. Just that single line reminded him of three DVDs he had burned just a bit after Calida was born. He kept Calida on his lap while the small family had an impromptu movie night, Mountain curled up with them as they watched.

"What are you doing?" The camera was pointed at the floor before raising, Dewdrop's face becoming obvious with a curious look.

"I'm taking a video! You know, memories!" Aether came from behind the phone, laughing. "I read in this baby and me article about this mom who made videos for her son and gave them to him when he turned an adult."

Dew's face softened. "Aww! Okay, okay, fine... What should I do?"

"I'd say just talk to older Calida! Tell her your thoughts, all that jazz."

His gentle laughter followed, the camera following Dew as he placed his newborn on the changing table—then moving to only focus on Dew's head. "Okay, well... Calida, sweetheart, I don't know what you've been eating besides my milk, but you are the stinkiest child I have ever come across. And that's already a low number as is!"

"Oh don't be mean! She's just a baby!"

"I'm not! I'm making sure her future partners know to not give this girl spicy foods because I don't even dare to imagine that smell!"

Aether laughed again. "What a terrible first video." He teased.

"How are you going to show her these?"

"Probably just burn them on a CD. Delta showed me how."

The camera went back into focus on the two as Dewdrop held up his daughter, the water ghoul making plane noises as he carefully swayed her to the camera lense to show off her face. The video ended, and the next one started.

The two ghouls had started both laughing and crying, Calida snuggled between both of them as she silently watched, chewing her hand. They went through hundreds upon hundreds of videos on all three CDs, Calida falling asleep just a bit into the second. For a moment, everything felt okay as they heard Dewdrop's voice, seeing his face, and that beautiful smile they missed with everything in their hearts.

"We have to save these..." Aether mumbled as the final video ended, pausing on Dewdrop's sleeping face as Calida was drooling on his chest.

Through the years, Calida would watch the CDs with her fathers, little tail wagging as when she'd get older she'd sit right in front of the TV.

"Okay, if you could say anything to Calida, what would you?" Mountain asked, in the frame as Dew was pressed to his chest, Aether again behind the phone.

"I'd tell her thatt..." Dew hummed, thinking for a second. "I'd tell her that she's the most loved little girl in the world. That she has her mom and three others that would tear apart the planet for her if she so asked, and that she's also spoiled rotten from her Grandpa Terzo." He giggled. "What about you?"

Mountain answered quickly. "I'd let her know that she is, in fact, spoiled. Have you seen that girls closet? She has more toys and clothes to last her over a decade."

"You're so dramatic!"

"But! I'd also tell her how lucky she is to have a mom like you."

Dewdrop let out a small 'aww', leaning back to let Mountain press his lips close with a smile. Aether turned the camera to himself.

"Why you two are sucking each other's faces off—Calida, you are the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You have so much ahead of you, and I'm honored that I'll get to be a part of your world while you grow up. You're so loved and cared for, and I know I speak for all of us on that."

The water ghoul whined off-screen, a pillow being thrown at Aether in frame. "Just have to out-do us every time, don't you!" He teased.

Even as Calida grew, the new pack once more, and a new Papa had taken over with things changing—The DVDs never did. It never altered, never left. When the day Calida came of age arrived, Mountain and Aether had excused the small family from the common room, being waved off by the others, to sit in the Earth's room.

"There's something me and your father want to show you." Aether smiled, letting Mountain lay down as Calida instinctively laid in his arms.

She had watched with curiosity as a CD labeled 'Big Girl Birthday' was pulled out and slid into the DVD player Mountain had in his room. He double checked the player before quickly joining on the bed, snuggling their daughter together.

The camera was shaky, silent curses being thrown before the phone was propped up to show just Dewdrop in his room. He looked at the screen before smiling as the phone indicated it was recording.

"Hi, Calida! It's me, your mom." Dew exhaled. "It's currently... 3 a.m., and you're a little fussy from gas but I just got you calm and to bed. Uhm... I wanted to make a video by myself, for you. I'm not as good as Aether and Mountain but, hopefully I get it done right!"

He pulled over a piece of paper. "I thought really hard on what I wanted to say, what I wanted to tell you... I'm still going to be scrambled but—Hopefully this helps."

"Calida, you were born November 3rd of 2017, and ever since then you've made my life perfect. I won't lie to you, you came from a very dark place. But from that dark place, you lit everything up, and that is not a fire pun—Haha... You've given me so many new reasons to live, to love, and find happiness in my life. When I first held you while in the back of the tour bus I hope you'll get to experience, I remember just looking at your chubby face, and although you were covered in blood and so many other things, I knew right then and there that you were love embodied."

"I was so scared of what the future held for us. I was a runt back in the pit, I never expected myself to have a child, and I didn't know how to raise one. We went through so much together, and we still are, with the promise of more in the future. But I knew everything would be okay as long as I had you. That no matter what obstacle, we'd manage to get through."

The lamp on Dewdrop's desk reflected enough to show tears slowly misting his eyes. "Right now, you're the apple of quite a few peoples eyes. There's your Uncle Aether, and Mountain, Auntle Zephyr, Auntle Phil, and Grandpa Terzo... Then me. We love you all so, so much. We all can't wait to watch you grow and see who you become, especially me. I've been fantasizing about when you're older. Getting to show you how to swim, showing you how to play guitar, your first birthday, and everything beautiful this world has to offer for my equally beautiful daughter."

Dew chewed his lip before putting the paper down, wiping his eyes and regaining himself the best he could. It took him a moment before looking at the paper again. "Sorry. Ahem, so that's why I decided to start a little jar. A savings jar, to be specific, so I can buy you your first guitar. I spent hours thinking of when it would be the proper age to get you one, but I'm sure through all the years you'll have plenty to practice with but—permanently own? That's why I decided to give both this video and jar on your eighteenth. You've grown up so much, and I'm happy to know I get to see your face when you watch this and realize."

"I love you, Calida. That will never change. Even if somehow, we're separated, I will always be right there with you. Cheering you on, loving you every second of the day and night, and staying right by your side. Lilith only knows the day I'll have to make a video when you get courted for marriage! Haha, but, yeah... Happy birthday, my sweet girl."

The screen paused on Dewdrop reaching forwards to end the video, and sobs weren't unheard from the small family. Calida leaned towards Aether, being hugged tight from both sides, her shoulders bouncing with each heavy cry. Mountain kissed the side of her head, eyes squeezed shut as he laid his chin between her horns.

Choking on his words, Mountain spoke up. "We never stopped saving for him."

It gave Aether a moment to hug Calida again before slowly slinking away, opening the closet and reaching far into the back. He pulled out a flower vase that had 'Calida's First Guitar Fund!' written in Dewdrop's handwriting. He handed it over carefully, letting his daughter hug it tightly.

Her voice was so soft, looking up with wet eyes. "Can we go see mom...?"

With a few more minutes of hugs and replacing pajamas, the trio found themselves walking outside near the lake to a crevice that now had a headstone next to the entrance of an underwater cave.

Calida kneeled down, hand touching over her mother's name, smiling somewhat. "Hi mom... I got to watch my birthday video today."

Aether and Mountain stood back, hands held tightly as they continued to silently cry.

"Thank you for the birthday gift," She leaned down, kissing the cold stone. "Gonna play every day for you. I promise. I know you're going to tease every mess up I do, but hey! That's part of it, isn't it?"

She continued talking to the grave, Aether and Mountain eventually joining her and sitting peacefully while they rambled about what guitar options there was to choose from, and what they did for her birthday—all to an unseen ghost who couldn't drop his smile.

[chipistrate]

do that with Cassie

Sure! :D

Cassie:

favorite thing about them I adore how sassy she can be- like yeah she'll go down and save Gregory from the ruined Pizzaplex, that's her bestie she'd do anything for him, but that won't stop her from complaining about it. i.e. "Under Roxy Racers? *huff* that's all the way on the other side, I'm not even close." Also I believe her VA said something about her not being scared when going into the Pizzaplex iirc cause she "didn't know she was supposed to be scared" and I think that's interesting,,, "yeah that old, decaying, falling apart, creepy Pizzaplex? I don't see why I'd be scared. Gregory wants me to go there so I'm sure it's safe. Plus, what could possibly be hiding inside anyways? Bugs?" <---clueless

least favorite thing about them I'm not good at picking out least favorite things about characters I love LMAO They're just precious and beloved and I see no wrong in them<333

favorite line "that was too close. I was almost a Cassie sandwich" the DELIVERY. I love her so much even in the worst situations she's still making little shithead remarks/aff

brOTP Her and Gregory are the siblings ever<333

OTP Again- if these can be purely platonic and have no familial or romantic meaning, then her and Ellis should be and would be best friends and I stand by this forever and ever

nOTP x

random headcanon When she met up with Gregory again after SB she started helping him tear down his missing posters. She didn't know why he wanted them gone or why he was so hesitant in public, but she didn't want to pry too much and just wanted to help out. She tried, couldn't get a lot of answers out of him, and realized it was just too out of his comfort zone to talk about whatever happened while he was missing, so she just resorted to helping him however she can!

unpopular opinion Tbh I don't think she'd be angry after the elevator fall or even believe it was Gregory- at least not immediately!! Like- I could see her becoming angry over time, but I honestly think that at first she'd 100% think it was the Mimic- I mean- she literally just met a giant endo that was trying to kill her that mimicked her friends voice and communicated through speakers, I don't think she'd assume her best friend would try and kill her after meeting a dude like that. Maybe she'd end up thinking it was Gregory later and becoming way more bitter about it afterwards if we're going the Vannie route, but I think at first she'd just be really tired and sad and upset at the Mimic, but not at Gregory. She probably just thinks "he's my best friend, he would never do that. I'm sure he's on his way to get me right now, so I just need to survive a few more hours and I'll be fine." or something like that

song i associate with them Hmmm if we're talking Vannie arc then I'd say "I'm Irritated" by Fishy Bishie. If we're talking normal Cassie, then I don't listen to a lot of songs that I would consider "Cassiecore" that aren't specifically made to be Cassie songs if you know what I mean? But maybe that one really good part of "One Normal Night"

favorite picture of them

She's so confident and happy how could you possibly hate her<333

[sardonic-sprite]

Part 2 of Dad!Tim AU (so Q doesn't murder me in my sleep /aff) tw: referenced rape, referenced attempted/intended murder

(Part 1)

As we hit the ninth month, everyone is tense and on tenterhooks, but Tim is by far the worst. He can't sleep for more than an hour without jerking awake from a nightmare: the faceless child growing up, hands around a sword, smirking on Ra's's right hand, maybe coming to Gotham, but to hurt Tim's family, not join them... other times it's the child dying in infancy or even birth, and Tim doesn't know if that part is worse, the grief, or the next part, the fear, as Ra's's sister advances on him to try again

Nine months to the day since Paris and Tim is a wreck and the whole family is buzzing out of their skin, ready to ACT, but its not until 2 weeks later that they finally get Talia's call.

And in the background, there's a baby crying

Everyone is all wtf talia we said we were gonna WAIT and she grimly tells them there would be no waiting, she needs them to come pick up the baby now. Because the baby is a girl. Because Ra's will only accept a MALE heir, and he's not going to bother raising a child he has no use for. Because Ra's's sister is furious with the disgrace of bearing the wrong sort of baby and wants nothing to do with something that was supposed to be her greatest honor. Talia can only be gone so long before they will realize she has not in fact buried the infant in the snow, so they need to come NOW

Everyone bursts into frantic motion, freaking out, livid, terrified. Its all way too much, and Tim just sits and stares blankly, because he thought he'd have just a little more time. Dick sees this, and gently asks if Tim wants to stay back, and if he wants someone to stay with him. He does. So the others go, and Dick sits and holds Tim's hand as Tim tries to process. And he realizes that if not for Talia, all of his pain, all of his terror, all the violation would be for absolutely nothing.

And then he realizes that makes him MAD.

How dare they? He thinks. How DARE ra's and his sister throw the child away just because Tim gave her the "wrong" chromosome? HOW FUCKING DARE they treat a human child like a goddamn happy meal toy, like it -- she -- is disposable because she isn't what they wanted?

He gets up ("Tim?" Dick asks softly) and goes to find Alfred. The room right across from his, Alf, the one that has a view of the gardens, thats the nursery. Tim may still not be READY for this but he'll be damned if he can't do better than fucking RA'S.

So he and Dick and Alfred spend the tense, anxious hours moving and arranging baby stuff in the room, while Barbara folds all the onesies and diapers into the drawer and calls leslie about formula bc they don't know any nursing mothers

They get the call that the family arrived, they have the baby, they're on their way home, and Talia will keep up the pretense as long as she can so they can get back to Gotham. Baby's sleeping now, they say, and swear she looks just like Tim.

"You've got a regular little Snow White on your hands," Jason laughs, and no one on the plane is ever allowed to tell Tim how close Jason came to stealing his child (HER CHUBBY LITTLE CHEEKS STEPH JUST LOOK i see them jay.) "Black hair, pale skin (you're still paler), red lips, well, whole red face when she really wants to wail."

Tim doesn't know what to make of that yet, but at least maybe it seems like he'll be able to look at the child without constantly seeing her mother. (Not that she deserves that title).

They can't paint the nursery tonight and have it be dry, but they're going to paint it, Tim decides. Something colorful and happy, not like the soulless beige he grew up with. Nothing like his soulless childhood.

The family arrives. They arrive and Tim and Alfred and Barbara and Dick go down to meet them, Tim clutching Dicks hand. The door of the plane opens and they file out, and its Cass, a complicated mess of emotions on her face, who holds out the tiny, TINY little swaddle

Tim's hands are shaking as he reaches out, but no one says so. Dick just carefully supports Tim's arms to make sure he's steady

Jason was right, he thinks. She is a little Snow White. Her skin's a little darker than his, but still paler than he'd have thought. She's got black hair, but that was a guarantee. She's got a little red mouth that yawns into a perfect O and blinks open blue eyes, but he doesn't know if they'll stay that color.

Its hard to believe he's a FATHER. He has a DAUGHTER. He's still only 17.

That's when Baby begins to cry, and Tim panics, and the others have to calm him down and promise its not his fault, she's only hungry, and they go upstairs to get a bottle. Then they all troop to the nursery, where Alfred and Bruce have to help Tim settle in Martha's old rocking chair, and show him how to hold the Baby in one arm and the bottle in the other hand, and help her eat.

Slowly the others trickle away, to sleep, to give him privacy, because jts all so surreal, and there may or may not be tears on Tim's face. Finally its just Bruce and Alfred, and they help Tim put Baby in the cradle thats been in the Wayne family for nine generations. Then they go, and Tim's still sitting on the rocking chair, staring, like this fever dream is going to disappear, and there won't be baby or nursery or this awful terrifying weight in his chest, and he's not sure if he would really want that or not

He hears a soft sound by the door and springs up, grabbing for a weapon he doesn't have, but its only Damian, looking as lost and unsure as Tim.

"I thought you went to bed"

"I could not sleep."

Tim can't really argue with that

Damian edges closer, looking at Baby's face like he's searching for something there.

"Have you named her?"

"No," Tim scoffs, because he didn't fucking want her, he thought she'd come with a name, just barely laid eyes on her or held her. Then he feels shame because what kind of father doesn't want to name his own child? His voice softens as he explains, "i have no idea where to start"

"At the end then," Damian suggests, just as soft. "With Wayne." And it might just be the kindest thing the kid has ever said to Tim.

"Ok," he says. "And in the middle?" It feels like a cop-out, asking Damian of all people to name TIM's child. But Tim can't... there's no logical process to follow here, naming is an emotional experience, it forges a CONNECTION and Tim just... all that furious resolve is much harder to draw from when he's confronting the reality it entails

Damian purses his lips, hesitating. Finally, he says, "There's Bahar. It... it means 'brilliant.'"

And at first, Tim balks, because no, that's what RA'S wanted from the child, Tim's brilliance, and what the FUCK, Damian-- and then he realizes. That... this might be, no it probably is, Damian saying "fuck ra's. The baby girl will be brilliant, and you're brilliant too."

He finds himself smiling, just a little, and repeats, "Bahar. I... I like it."

Damian smiles just a faint bit too, then.

"What... what about the beginning?" Tim tries, but Damian shakes his head and tells him that's for Tim to decide. He turns to go. Then Tim calls him back.

Slowly, hesitantly, Tim asks, "What's the word for 'snow?'"

Perfect little snow white... bury the kid in the snow... fuck ra's...

"... 'eira.'"

Damian leaves, and Tim looks down at the tiny little baby.

"Eira," he tries. "Eira. Eira Bahar Wayne."

It almost looks like Eira smiles.

Part 3

[terrahlee-cup]

Guess who’s up at the ass-crack of why the fuck have I not gone to bed yet? It’s me! Yayyy! (My sleep schedule is so fucked please send help it is 6:30 and I have work it’s LIGHT OUT NO-)

Anywho, this is starting to become a trend but it’s time to talk about me LP boys. I figured I might as well talk a bit about the current time relationships between the turtles since the audio logs are about 8 years or so behind story-wise. I’m not going to talk about them all in one post because that would be a whole mess of formatting, so for now you guys get Leo and Raph.

Hoo boy, Leonardo “Anxiety” Hamato. The absolute fluffball. Out of the younger three siblings he has by far the biggest admiration for his big brother. He still follows Raph around like a baby chick at any social event where they are both present. Considering how much he has seen of Raph just Not Functioning Whatsoever you might think this wouldn’t be the case, but this kid has also seen just how much Raph has accomplished despite what he’s been through. Of course, Leo’s admiration also means the way he talks about Raph can result in some… incredibly confusing experiences for new friends. Leo doesn’t always remember that Raph can be hostile towards people he doesn’t know well. Raph may be kind but he is not nice and that goes double for anyone in their home for the first time. Oftentimes, because of how Leo talks about him, new people will be expecting the sweet older brother instead of the child soldier who grew up being the only protector his brothers had. It leads to some awkward conversations because Leo gets so fucking embarrassed when he forgets to warn people ahead of time. Someone help him lol.

Out of the younger three turtles, Raph is probably the most protective of Leo. The twins may be younger, but those two can and will (happily) stab a bitch when needed. Leo on the other hand will tolerate a bit too much bullshit. He’s a big baby /aff and hates confrontation, so whenever Raph’s with him messing with Leo means messing with Raph. There was that one time where a guy decided to kick Raph’s bad knee, though, and Leo absolutely laid into that dude. The kid has an impressive vocabulary as it turns out, much to Raph’s mortification and Splinter’s amusement. They all know who Leo got it from.

While the twins are off doing their thing Leo and Raph spend a lot of time together. They both enjoy gardening, and Splinter has pretty much given them free rein of the backyard. They’ll be out there for hours taking care of the plants and talking (gossiping, you can’t tell these two shit). When they aren’t outside it’s pretty common to find Leo playing games in Raph’s art room while his brother draws. There is so much body doubling when they need to get shit done, just so much. Oh, these two also have so much blackmail material on each other and it drives the twins insane when they never use it.

[phosphorus-noodles]

u there. get questioned. 4, 5, 10, 14, 16, 17, 18, 40, 41, 46, 53, 56 (that's a lot so feel free to leave some out but tell me all about ur boys !!!)

AERIE ILY SM FOREVER !!! /P

*cracks knuckles* okok so-

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Hmm… Joel likes to do art, and I bet he used to make his own paint too from berries and whatnot. He probably stopped when he found out those plants were coming from his kingdom’s Worst Enemy Ever (this was before he knew Oli) and now he doesn’t remember how to do it right, otherwise he’d absolutely get back into it.

Oli's goofy with hobbies bc he's ADHD-coded /lh, so if he finds a new one he'll just disappear for days and forget society exists for a little while. He likes to play music and used to perform for his parents all the time when he was little, but as he got older and they got more busy he played less because he *needs* that audience to really enjoy it... he'd love to play more for Joel, but he's a little shy about it 👉👈

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Well Joel is always on the verge of tears anyway (/hj), so like... maybe not on command, but he can be set over the edge fairly easily (he's just good at hiding it around most people)

Oli absolutely can cry on command, he's a theatre kid smh. He'll tell people he thinks about dropping a cake facedown on the ground or dead puppies or something, but he's really thinking about losing his best friend, especially after his parents are gone :(

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Oh Joel will 100% tell you everything he knows about sniffers in a heartbeat 😭 he got that animal kid autism y'know /aff

Oli isn't as "fact-oriented," but if he's with Joel and also someone else then he'll put Joel on blast, who just blasts him back like--

"Hey! Did you know Joel sneezes if you poke him in the ribs?" -> ">:0 well, did you know Oli makes a funny sound if you scratch behind his ears?!" -> "Hah! Did you know Joel is afraid of heights?!" -> "Did you know you can put Oli to sleep by rubbing his nose like a baby?! >:("

14. How do they put out a candle?

Oli's the kinda guy to do the pinching thing tbh. He's gotta do it with flare~ ✨

Joel just blows it out, but Oli always teases him like "why don't you just flap your wings to put it out lol??" Joel says it's because it's inconvenient to turn around to do it, and his wings are too big for that, but he's also scared of burning them- his wings are delicate :(

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

Joel fights with his parents,, they were very good at reminding him that the only reason he existed was to be an heir for the kingdom and they didn't care about him enough to spend any time with him and he was nothing but disobedient after making his 'little friend' an- a lot of things. And even though Oli reminds him that he does have worth and their opinions shouldn't matter and Joel trusts that, it doesn't stop the echoes in his head </3

Oli probably fights with himself the most. He acts all confident and bold, etc. but he's an anxious mess on the inside. He also fights with the "voice of reason" too -- very "silencio bruno"-esque /lh

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

The first thing Joel notices is uhh probably his green bangs? They're pretty vibrant and in front, draws your attention /lh, but other people usually notice his colorful freckles. Oli says they're like a rainbow leading to Joel's wonderful eyes <3

Oli probably notices his hair too? Y'know the like, hand comb thing cc!oli does where he combs his fingers through where his hair is parted? He does that a lot. But he's also got the softest brown eyes full of so much joy and,, ough they're pretty

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

Each other :(

They didn't always, they hadda get through a lot of "I'm supposed to hate you yk" before they really got close, and now they love each other a lot. Doesn't matter if the love is platonic or romantic what matters is that it was there and it overcame everything else, etc. etc.

Oli also loved his parents, and Ren + Martyn who are essentially his parents too, they get along very well <3

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Joel: “Oh moss, did I do that wrong?? Why didn't they shake back? Did I offend them?! Oh Devs, I’m so sorry, they probably hate me, or think I'm weird for shaking so tight, or--"

Oli: *shakes out hand with a grimace* “Wow, that was weird. Do they know how to shake hands?? LOL”

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Hmm... Joel's got a northern Mezalean accent, and will say things like "I fink / I havva / fank you / ohh blumin'-" etc. when he's tired or stressed or upset or otherwise high/low energy. (Y'know how cc!Joel shouts "EEFO!" and also cc!Stress' tweets? Yeah.) Oli won't necessarily talk like that all the time, but he will mimic and tease him about it hehe ^^

Joel picked up giggling from Oli, he used to rarely laugh at all but Oli's laugh (you know the one) is just so contagious <3

(And also from personal experience (/hj), they both say ourple/ouppy/kibby cat/etc. to be funny, but I dunno who started it)

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Joel's a listener (because he'd rather just sit and do what he's told and not cause a stir, but if he really cares about it then he'll also Really listen), and he'll talk when he's invited to and/or trusts the person. Like if someone "wanted his opinion" on something but he thought they didn't really care he wouldn't really say anything, but if Oli wanted his opinion? Absolutely, here is it. (It's also dangerous for him, because if he starts talking sometimes he just doesn't stop-)

Oli's definitely a talker ahsjfs, extrovert boy- he usually can't stand silence and will just keep talking to fill the emptiness because if he doesn't he'll explode, but you better believe he'll start listening like a loyal dog the second Joel opens his mouth.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

I… feel like Joel would believe anything Oli said no questions asked, but Oli’s too much of a prankster and Joel's too gullible for that to end well 😭 maybe I'll say each other but only if there's like the Code Enacted that means What I'm Saying Is 100% Slash Serious, you know?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

They'll usually go to each other for most things because y'know they're very close and trust each other and it's just easy to, but it does depend on what it is too.

Like if Oli's worried about Joel, he's not gonna go to Joel, he's gonna go to Ren or Martyn because he trusts them a lot too, but also they're "ew old parents smh" so if it's a "kid problem" it's bestie time.

Same with Joel, he'll go to Oli for most things (more so than the reverse, because Joel has less support people to begin with), but there are some things he just... can't. And it's times like those where he'll go to his mom for it -- not the queen, his real mom, the Mother Tree. She doesn't talk back in words, but even just curling up in her branches or under her roots is enough to comfort him :')

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WOUGH that's a lot,, I had to put off answering this bc I was studying and knew it would take an hour to answer (and it did lol) but <33 auhgjfg,,, I love answering all these kinds of things :D

edit: BRUH THAT'S 1.4K WORDS 😭

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[jasonbehrs]

🍬 corollary 🍬

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

If you lose your food-obsessed fiance in a crowd, here’s how to find her in three tries or less.

fandom: incurable case of love, koi wa tsuzuku yo doko made mo characters: sakura nanase, tendo kairi ship: sakurendo genres: romance themes: introspective, character study, tendo focus, post-canon word count: 3.3k+ book: 2/2 rating: T

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A/N (7.26.2023): "Another Sakura-Nanase-loves-food fanfic from airauralintensity? What gives?" Listen, there are so many plot points in the show that are driven by Nanase's love of food. More fan content needs to acknowledge that if she had to choose between a falling patient and a falling plate… well, she would still choose the patient, but she would hesitate.

If you happen to be reading this fresh off of finishing the show, I'm ignoring the timeline of Episode 10. This fic is set after she returns but before they're married, which isn't a very long time period according to canon.

This isn't a sequel to 'a delicious conspiracy of love' in the consequential narrative sense, but they're still heavily related, so I encourage you to read that one first. I named this fic 'corollary' not just because it suits the plot but because this fic builds off of themes from the first one.

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Sometimes, Kairi still needs to offer Nanase a hand.

He doesn't just mean pulling her to the side so that she doesn't accidentally run into a tourist because she's too busy window shopping to pay attention to her surroundings (though that does happen with an alarming frequency), but he also means literally.

In the times when she is too conscious of him, she won't hold his hand herself.

Despite the many professional advantages her year of community nursing abroad has brought, one of the personal disadvantages was that it also sort of reset their relationship, at least where Nanase was concerned. She didn't break off their engagement or anything, but there is a certain composure present where there was none previously.

They kept in regular contact during their time apart, which did a lot to ease the longing and keep their relationship feeling like a relationship, but he supposes a year's worth of conversational intimacy doesn't immediately nor necessarily translate into physical intimacy, even one as simple as this.

She has never been shy around him—as her blatant overtures for his affection back when she really was just a rock in his way made abundantly clear—but they were the actions of a woman on a mission. All years considered, she has spent more time pining for him than actually having him, and the relationship habits they were building before she left didn't have time to truly settle in.

All this to say: when she returned, she still treated him like he wasn't completely and irrevocably hers.

Kairi has enjoyed reminding her (oh, has he enjoyed reminding her), but now he thinks he needs to work harder.

He will. Once he finds her.

The Sumida Park Farmers' Market isn't that new, but it's new to them. It started up while Nanase was gone, and Kairi didn't have a reason to visit until she came back. It's also in the half of the park that isn't on their side of the river, so neither of them were that familiar with its layout even without the influx of people and vehicles and vendors.

Unfortunately, these are not as good excuses as he wants them to be. He ends up losing her in any given crowd nine times out of ten. She's always bouncing back and forth, admiring the wares and sampling the goods and talking to anyone who makes eye contact with her like the extrovert she is—which wouldn't be such a problem if only she would hold his goddamn hand.

But like he intimated, this happens pretty often; and he wouldn't be the man he is today if he didn't learn from his mistakes the first time. When a quick 360 doesn't immediately reveal his favourite smile or the sound of excessive cooing over someone's baby, he doesn't panic. He just closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing.

More specifically, the scents he's breathing.

If you lose your food-obsessed fiance in a crowd, here's how to find her in three tries or less: identify the smell of cooking then follow your nose to the closest food stall. It hasn't steered him wrong to date.

Nanase is always so surprised to be found, mostly because she's always surprised that she's lost in the first place. "How did Sensei know how to find me?" she would ask. He never tells, though, instead affecting a burdened air and moving forward with their date, lest he accidentally sully the sanctity of his trick.

The scent of friend dough catches Kairi's attention first. He follows the lead to a baby castella stall. There is no sign of his fiance, but he does buy a basket for her and dusts it with powdered sugar.

Repeating the process brings to his attention a smell that reminds him of the sea on a hot summer day. The takoyaki stall he comes upon also has no Nanase, but he buys a half-dozen anyway and prepares it the way she likes: topped liberally with pickled ginger and accompanied by a dollop of mayonnaise on the side.

Finally, he smells fried vegetables with an undercurrent of something sweet. It takes him to a crepe stall, and he's finally run out of hands and composure. Nanase is still nowhere to be seen.

He stands in the middle of the path and forces the flow of people to go around him as he furiously thinks of what to do now. This strategy has never failed him before. Besides, what good are two handfuls of warm food when there isn't a fiance with a never-ending appetite around to eat them?

Kairi spins in a circle, looking for a place to sit and set down his prandial burdens but mostly hoping that Nanase would still appear and validate his methodology. He needs to be right about this.

It was his job to be right about things like this.

.

An enthusiastic "Tendo-sensei!" was the first thing Kairi heard when he answered the phone.

Nanase picked a good time to call. He had already eaten breakfast, and it's easier to talk when he isn't concentrating on not overcooking his food.

They realised pretty early on that her night shift ended just in time for his day shift to begin. This sweet spot when she's getting ready for bed and he's getting ready to go became the obvious choice for any video calls. They couldn't call every day; but when they could, it happened around now.

He chuckled as he set the phone on a stand he bought for this specific purpose. "You can start calling me Kairi, you know. Isn't it weird to call your fiance by his last name and an honourific? I'm not even your attending physician anymore."

"You still call me Sakura sometimes!" By the echo, he could tell she was in her bathroom too, and something about being in a similar place at the same time made the distance feel smaller.

"But I call you Nanase the other times."

"Awww." The pitying sound made him glance over from the mirror to see a cute little pout on his fiance's face. "I miss the sound of my name."

He leaned in closer so she could see his incredulity. "What do they call you over there if not by your name?"

"No, no! They do call me Nanase. It's just, with the accent, it sounds more like… Nan-ase? I don't know. I feel bad saying this because it's not like I get all their names right all the time either, but…"

"Nanase."

"Hm?"

He turned away from the camera to reach for a towel with the added benefit of hiding his smile. He didn't say her name to get her attention, but he could pivot. Flexibility was a strength of his. "Not too tired from the night shift?"

"Not too tired to talk to Sensei~ Besides, I had coffee in the second half of my shift. I'll be good until after the call ends!"

He stopped what he was doing and looked back at her. "Since when did you start drinking coffee?" He worked alongside her for over four months and never even saw her drinking matcha.

"It's recent! It actually surprised my coworkers that I wasn't drinking any. Besides the long shifts, Berlin has a huge coffee culture. I wanted to fit in, so I started ordering some from the cafes that my coworkers recommended in town. I like it! I think. There's a lot of variety, at least. They even have matcha over here!"

Kairi let her elaborate on her journey of discovering coffee and tried not to overthink. Sakura Nanase, more energetic than a fully-charged battery and sweeter than Japan's finest wagashi, was not the sort of person he associated with coffee. It wasn't something he thought she'd enjoy.

It's not that he was against her drinking coffee. It's not about the coffee at all. It's the fact that there could be things about her that he couldn't predict. Considering he fell in love with her for her transparency, the discovery unnerved him.

Kairi was a man who prided himself on accurate deductions. From the moment he received a patient's echocardiogram, he could map out their entire recovery journey in his mind's eye. Of course, when the facts changed, he changed his mind; but anticipating and addressing viable changes in condition were the cornerstones of his entire career, and he was only capable of such astute assessments because he was an expert on cardiology. He didn't become one of the most successful heart surgeons in the country by wasting mental or temporal resources on understanding things that didn't matter to him. Heart health mattered to him.

Sakura Nanase also mattered to him.

He knew exactly how much rain it took to dissuade her from her outdoor plans. He knew the earliest she could wake up given her bedtime the night before. He could narrow down to the minute the point at which she needs a snack to boost her blood sugar.

Nanase wasn't predictable, necessarily, but humans were creatures of habit; and he observed and studied hers to the point of expertise.

If he wasn't an expert on the things he loved, what was he?

This was why he wasn't nearly as worried about her study abroad as she was. The distance was immaterial. Whether she was right next to him or on the opposite side of the world, he remained the foremost, citable, preeminent authority on all things Sakura Nanase.

"Does this mean I'll have to start sharing my coffee supply with you when you come back?"

"Maybe!" She giggled. "I like sharing things with you."

But mastery wasn't a checkpoint. It was a lifelong endeavour, and his chosen field of expertise had a similarly lifelong intention to keep growing, evolving, maturing. He reminded himself that this was actually exciting, and he was actually lucky. He got to witness those changes in real time; he got to remain the expert.

Especially in circumstances like these, he needed that assurance. Their time apart wouldn't matter because when she came back to him, she wouldn't be a stranger.

"I'm running a little behind, but do me a favour before I go?"

He directed his full attention to the phone, as he always did for the last few minutes of their calls. She shuffled closer so that her whole face took up his screen, and he refrained from mentioning that he took a screenshot of it. "You name it!"

"What's the name of your hospital, again? I forgot."

The sight of her fond eye roll did more to wake him up than his own cup of coffee did. "You didn't forget, Sensei. You just like to hear me butcher German."

He shrugged. "I forgot how much I like hearing you butcher German."

"Fine, fine. I'll say it so you won't be late." She cleared her throat. "Ge-ma-i-n-sha-fu-su-ka-n-ke-n-ha-u-su Ha-fu-hu-u."

"Oh, that's why it's so small? It's half of a real hospital?"

"One day, that joke will stop being funny," but the smile on her face said otherwise.

.

"Kairi! There you are, I've been looking all over for you."

He whirls around, barely keeping the food in their containers as he does. "What. No, you weren't. I was looking for you."

Nanase tilts her head. "Couldn't we have been looking for each other, then?"

He doesn't have an answer for that, still hung up on how his three-tries-or-less strategy failed him. "Where were you?" he asks instead.

"Oh! Here, have some." She opens her mouth, encourages him to mimic her, then plops something smooth and sweet onto his tongue. "Isn't it so good?"

Hard candy. She was buying hard candy. Hard candy does not emit an odour.

He doesn't know if he's annoyed that his strategy doesn't account for things like this or pleased that it still has merit under most but specific parameters.

"I saw a family back there holding a bag of something colourful," she continues, "so I asked them where they got it."

He follows her pointed finger to find that the hard candy vendor is literally right behind the castella stand, which is only a few stalls down from when he noticed he lost her.

He makes up his mind: he's definitely annoyed.

"Can I have some?" she asks about the food he forgot he is holding.

He offers both of his hands to her, looking down at the food both literally and figuratively. "They're for you," he grumbles.

Her eyes light up at the prospect of eating, and it says something that that alone isn't enough to lift his mood.

She points out a seating area with picnic tables a little ways away from where they're standing—which Kairi probably would have seen sooner if he were actually looking for those instead of blatantly focused on looking for Nanase instead—and he follows her lead. There appear to be no places for them to sit together, but a pointed glare at a pair of teenagers who are done eating rectifies that problem very quickly.

"Ah! I love pickled ginger with my takoyaki!" she effuses once they're seated side by side.

He waits until she takes her first bite—"It's the perfect temperature, too!"—before he brings up his concern: "Nanase, you need to hold my hand more often when we're in public."

"Really?"

"Yes…?" He meant to say that definitively, but the absolute delight and obvious relief on her face puzzle him. "That isn't a problem?"

"Not for me! I thought it would be for Sensei, though."

He ignores the reversion to an honourific. "What possibly gave you that idea?"

She does a quick, breezy shrug, more focused on preparing the next takoyaki ball for her consumption. "I didn't think you were happy to hold my hand when we're in public. You always looked burdened. I thought, 'Ah, he doesn't like it,' so I stopped," she explains casually, like she didn't just shatter his entire perception of their relationship in the ten seconds it took her to say that.

He, unfortunately, knows exactly what she's talking about; but the burden is fake!

Moreover: "That never stopped you before," he accuses. If there's one thing he understands about Sakura Nanase, it's that she chases after the things she wants without abandon or shame, even in the times when it would behoove her to exhibit more abandon or shame.

"Yeah, but I was pretty single-minded before, wasn't I?" she says plainly. This self-reflection is evidently not new to her. Where was he when she decided these things about herself? "I did and said so many things just because I wanted you to keep looking at me, even if it was in annoyance… which it usually was. You didn't like it even back then."

Sure, but that was back then.

"I was able to calm down in Germany, though," she reminisces. "Not getting to see you every day made me treasure the times I do have your attention, so it became easier to respect your boundaries."

"I don't have those!" he blurts out.

"Eh?"

He doesn't even know where to start. He was so misunderstood. He misunderstood so much. He's spiralling.

"I love it when you hold my hand. I love holding your hand. Hold my hand all the time."

"O-okay," she agrees with wide-eyes and an offered palm, thinking the directive started now.

He stares at her waiting hand, suddenly feeling like he doesn't deserve to hold it, but ultimately grasps it like a desperate man.

He is pretty desperate. He's spiralling, but her touch is a tether. "You're not a burden. You haven't been for a while, and I thought you knew that."

Her smile is brilliant. "Yeah, I worked hard to become an asset in the ward—"

"—With me, too," he interrupts. "It's an act; it always has been. I can't be straightforward about my affection; it feels weird. I'd rather be subtle about it,"— he gestures to the food—"but that only worked because I thought you knew to look past my pretense."

"I definitely thought it was real," she admits sheepishly. "Or at least coming from a real place. I just was willing to ignore it."

She didn't even know he was acting. He relied on the notion that she knew he was acting. Does he know anything about her, about this relationship?

"I thought you had become self-conscious," he confesses like a man who gambled everything he had and lost it all.

"I-I sort of did!" she gets out in a rush, a misinformed attempt to uplift her dour fiance. "I became conscious of how my past self behaved when I was pining after you and realised that I didn't need to do that anymore because I actually have you now," she ends optimistically.

He misunderstood so much. "What else don't I know about you?" he asks in all seriousness.

"Huh?" She chuckles in confusion. "What are you talking about? You know everything about me."

"Evidently not."

"Of course you do!" She holds up her half-finished takoyaki. "You remembered the mayonnaise!"

"Nanase, this is important!" he groans. "Just because I supplied mayonnaise for your takoyaki doesn't mean I know everything about you."

"And just because you misunderstood this one little thing about me doesn't mean you don't."

She doesn't get it. It's not just the hand-holding. It's the illusion of transparency, it's about inaccurate deductions, it's because she matters—

Nanase tugs his mouth open and puts in a baby castella. "Here."

For a split second, he considers spitting it out on principle before realising spitting it out would be disgusting. "I got those for you," he reproves once he's done chewing.

"And I'm letting you have some. I'm not the only one between the two of us who likes sweet bread, right?" she argues as she holds up another one to his mouth.

Kairi acquiesces on sharing the food, but he doesn't let her feed him. "See, you do have a limit on public displays of affection," she points out when he eats a castella of his own volition. "I just misjudged where that limit was."

He looks at her incredulously. "We're already holding hands," he retorts, covering the sight of his half-chewed food with one hand while the other waves their joined ones for emphasis. "Additional intimate interactions are superfluous."

"I would certainly appreciate 'additional interactions'."

"Appreciate what you have," he snarks on habit before remembering himself. He checks her reaction out of the corner of his eye. Will she start looking past his pretense?

Her exaggerated, coquettish blinks are answer enough. "So you won't hug me?"

He maintains a beleaguered veneer through the relief. "Hugging and hand-holding are mutually exclusive activities. One must replace the other; therefore neither will surpass my quotient for ardent displays."

She immediately releases their grasped hands and sticks her arms out in a low invitation. "How about now?"

He knows—he knows—his heart is not physically swelling from overwhelming fondness. His syncopated heartbeat is not arrhythmia. He requires no medical attention… but the sight of his adorable fiance and her cheeky but earnest ploys for his affection wreaks just so much havoc on his constitution.

He can't smile, or blush, or do something else with his face to betray that affection, but he doesn't have to. That isn't what she's asking for.

He wraps her up in intentional, unhurried movements, and he's rewarded with the squeeze of her arms around him. It's as grounding and reassuring as it always has been.

"I can't say I fully understand what you're worried about," she murmurs right below his ear, "but I can say I'm just as in love with you now as I was six years ago. I can also say that I know you love me, too."

He does. He doesn't say it nearly as often or as easily as she does, but he loves her.

"So how about this," she continues. "I show you love the way I know how, and you show me love the way you know how, and we can make up for the difference with honesty." It is framed like a proposal, but she speaks like she already knows how he'll respond.

Maybe she does.

"I can agree to those terms," he says as a formality, and she hugs him tighter.

Maybe she is the foremost, citable, preeminent authority on all things Tendo Kairi.

~~~

A/N (7.26.2023): Believe it or not, this was only supposed to be around 500 words…

The location I picked for Nanase's community nursing study abroad program is Gemeinschaftskrankenhaus Havelhöhe (Havelhöhe Community Hospital) in Germany, which is a small academic teaching hospital in a very suburban area of Berlin and actually practises community nursing. It's associated with Charité, one of Europe's biggest university hospitals and the primary hospital in Berlin, which makes it even more likely to actually host a study abroad nursing program. (It does not in real life, though. The Gemeinschaftskrankenhaus Havelhöhe mostly trains doctors, not nurses.)

Kairi's joke about it being half of a hospital is because the first two syllables of the neighbourhood it's located in, Havelhöhe (hæ-fu-heu-eh), is pronounced like how the English word 'half' is pronounced in Japanese.

[bluiex]

Hello bluie! While you were gone i came up with this au, it's call behind those mask. It's basically grian faking his death as poultry man then later on became hot guy sidekick. Here is a little background

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Poultry man was a hero that was beloved by everyone in the city before hot guy came. He wore a chicken mask and had white colour wings. He fought off villain and save the people, he would occasionally tell the people chicken jokes he was truly they're beloved chicken hero.

But one day that all went down when he was fighting The Goat, people was running out of the building, screams and cry's was hear. The police and hero's trying they're best to fight off the goat minions trying to get to the top where poultry man and the goat is fighting.

Poultry man was too focus fighting the goat to notice the bomb that was put on one of the windows. In the middle of they're fight the goat decided to grab poultry man by his neck and throw him on the window that had the bomb then *BOOM*.

Everything when silent,the other hero's decided to take the opportunity to get to the top of the building to where poultry man and the goat was fighting. When they got to the top, they see the goat going to one of the broken window and jump off meanwhile for poultry man only his mask was found.

It was a sad day for everyone.....

(This is my first time writing something this long and I'm kinda proud of it now please tell if did some wrong like i said it's my first time writing my mind and usually I'm bad at it)

-🔥

OH!?

DDUDEE FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE- THIS LONG?? It's so good!!! I NEED MORE! you're amazing at writing, HAVE MORE FAITH IN YOURSELF *shakes you* /aff

the whole premise, how you described the fighting, how he "died", i love it!! (critcally speaking, grammar is the main issue but ykno i personally easily read around it BUT it is also easily fixed by using grammarly- i use grammarly a LOT xD)

[libidomechanica]

But lets it so large an orb, as truly, know

And one the light, then quickly gone?     Around that motto drew. Show! A thousand honour of union     was Juan; whom shall have he did sip, and cast up from their     order keep we thinks gay Punch hath ending in her eyes nor     ears, till older man who

loves me again: the Future I     embrace; and lady friends them all this sick period close     the curtains over you except once on a day, so short,     and made a monument, so well served in this very weel     aff like Autumne plums, did

drop, and cause some pinnes hurt did     whine, by my side, so is her eyes glowing first. Strait is the     kitchen lightning a candle to touch upon them. Has     powerless Heliades melt into his repartees. When the     landscape which sight, they rode;

they take your regular in     paradise had more white with vagabonding sheets. A hidden     mystery once, and put the chosen it. Pensive he eyes,     lips another; no sister flower—may choose her voices     die, vibrates in the doors

ajar? His Soul was constant     colonies at last, to fold, birds more purpose lost, where am     I? Brake with her arms infold him his smoke occupied their     true hypocrite at least all price, when in an hour with you     fightingale does shed

its cool underwater filter’d     in a thoughted Venus having wretch! Some deem it but her     wings which in rubles, diamonds, cash, and sees best work, yet swell     threshold, he, or hand had my load before the saints and saints     had once think’st thou need not

see a single laughing at his     way, but true,—last war the wayward love, my bright sun glorifies     their guided steps can find nothing hastily. Which lovers     dream of Heaven to reach heart shall know, it is very     miserable Knight thee, which

is the stature, all are but with     the bench behind the clove, and murmurous vestibule his     youth, and the realme of Lorraine; and draw one Breath you this. Where     were dewd with many a sniggering flames in eyes? Pensive     he eyes, thoughts so sweetly

doth fall, the fetid wombs of blood,     with stay thought, in pity of love their hearts to—all at last     wet step before the wall, like Autumne plums, did drop a flowers     with the hung his common- place! Farewell, hear, mistress, for     Tyrans make a lyzard

dull, to taste. From each light voyage     or Shah, and the nymph that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with     her grieve: for sharply, and hotel; thy packets, all hoped to     find its love a sister flows away; a single laughter     loved the best presume for

I have my body’s bane would surpass     the equinox, that sliding hip to haunch. Is it thy     seal-manual on my thought to owe, insolvent every     willing me. Thou dost speak no square were out of the dale, the     mysterious: besides,

so plied and stitched up in fatal     Juan ever made. The little Turk refused to walk away,     as with burning in a fit of waste, refuse and dubious     bone, though the cold ran the welkin volleys out his poor     old breast. Various arts

of melancholy rite for the     break. I am the heavy Saturn laugh’d, as if it seems     unkind. Of a wee white should not that ourselves awake, and     expire; so was of more perjured eye, to see me weep so     sore, hey ho! Don Juan now

was she. You tell the slow-picked, halting     travell’d; and kissing injury, revenge from his ivied     nook glow like a race- horse; much as may be Boaz, and     fingers on this wish, nor blank; it means to immure herself     in me. Birds, gusts and now

she will Europe’s sagest head.     Be cut in Phaeton’s time, and destroy the cattle’s feet, scrambling     ecstasy, till Paradise: wheels round my hope! When Newton     saw an apple doth sit, long siege to their fox-hunt o’er     its steady surprise a

heap of pain. An image I do     steal thyself, by turns to pull. Here he could tell nought can tire,     and Lamia, what can ye recognition from thy     should be able for know, through or smooth as snow she seeks: he     shoulders, heav’n-directed,

to go, whilst ravish’d with no soul     and unload all good to live. Mae nor mermaid’s voice and alone     the writhed her to Its delicacy—stoops at once     ye shall lay bare her long by hardest fate, the bows her heart.     He spoke, and yet these dinner;

angle, the soldier’s death’s ebon     dart, to strike the prison’d in her, she: but thou, that turns     up through they rang on her troubled brain;—and tug at the all     over America. Teaches one to folk—remember     me when the low starlight.

Who, in my e’e, to this flesh helps     soul! Nor did when they: alas that joy can get a fresh beauty     is to me as laughter knit into each other ran     in his magic vapour of some a little leaning up     this proud head lolled back,

nor brag not of. Just such art as     from a half-unquench’d volcano go. Have in the primrose     bank whereon with brasswork prinked, each leaning in the god     of day, to lord and lads indifference certes, she was     Nor more than she frame to?

[amidst-wonderland]

{random nora + michael (ft. george + rosie) headcanons}

[part one] + [part two]

nora calls her english friends "hen" even if they're a few years older than her. like, esme, ada & gina but she wouldn't dare dream of doing it to her scottish friends who are older than her.

people in a past have assumed that nora was jack's wife when they moved to the us. what didn't help was michael and nora's son being called "jack" (named after john shelby) which resulted in nora wanting to call him ian instead. it didn't catch-on.

nora has a tattoo. it's a small rose at the bottom of her back. it was given to her by one of sabini's bartenders that eilidh swore fancied nora.

nora's got a few different nicknames:

michael calls her nonie the mcleod's call her nory esme calls her red john calls her trouble (alec is also partial to that)

nora calls michael ‘gray’ (she’d started it before they got married) and it seemed to just stick.

not having any cultural traditions really bothered nora now looking back on her wedding day and as someone who has a passion for colours, clothes and patterns she hated how bloody bland her wedding was.

     “never liked these ‘hings.” nora idly gestured picking at the leftover chicken george didn’t want to eat. “didnae even like ma ain.”      esme softly winces at the memory of nora’s rather disastrous wedding day. a pregnant nippy eighteen-year-old, johnny dogs mediating and polly's vulture-like dotting on the scottish girl making sure her future daughter-in-law couldn’t do a runner, did not make for an easy morning of.      “at least am no up the spout at this one but gray’s naewhere to be seen as-fucking-usual.”      “hardly an ideal situation – mine wasn’t any better. john ended it sleeping in the allotment.”      “alec’s wis nice. hid the auld traditional shite ah felt lit ah needed tae hiv – faither ae the bride, ceilidh and haundfasting ‘though didnae shed a tear over nae blackening. jane fucking stunk fir days, apparently.”

gina removed the ruby from nora's lighter (nora assumed it fell out due to its age) and years later gave her it back in a necklace for her birthday.

nora didn't end up selling john's rings to move out of the pub. she just stashed them away for emergencies.

[this] is modern!nora's wedding dress, just a little bit of a more fluffy, whimsical skirt

when they move into a bigger house in glasgow the kids, rosie more-so struggle to sleep in their own beds, let alone their own room as they've been sharing a bed with nora for the past five-years.

when rosie was born, colin bought his granddaughter a copy of 'winnie-the-pooh' and the sequel every subsequent birthday they released.

when the kids were a little older they'd play pretend and preform small plays from their books for a highly amused drunk crowd of their parents. rosie's favourite is always peter pan, and the seven-year-old likes making it clear to her cousins that, "my mum did the play so i get to be tinkerbell and katie has to be mrs. darling because she's ginger, like mum." (it helped that she was the youngest and the easiest to lift, so nobody really objected to their little cousin bossing them around.) the boys were just happy to smack each-other with wooden swords in the 'pirate fights'.

i have literally nowhere else to put this so here's modern!nora and teen rosie after she gets in trouble at school. (george's gone to uni to do an english degree and michael's in the us so she's acting out a bit):

     “oi, ah heard aff mrs morrison in the landin’ you gave that chantelle lassie a right thumpin’ oan yer lunch.” nora pulled her daughter off to the side by the wrist, “why?”      “wrong place, wrong time.”      “y’know i’d believe that pish fae yer uncle, yer faither and mebbe yer brother, but no you; no ma rosie.”      the teen scoffed, “that’s not very forward thinking of you mum, it’s the twenty-first century, lassie-“      “-rosie,” nora laughs, “don’t take this the wrang way hen, but you’re a lazy wee shite at the best ah times. you don’t dae nuthin’ fir nuthin’.”      “i’m a big girl now, puberty changes-”      “-wrap it hen, whit she say?”      “mum, its fine.”      “rosalin.”

polly and rosie are inherently alike and share a lot of similar traits but polly also has quite the soft-spot for george (although esme's convinced it's just unresolved projection).

nora still feels like george's protector in comparison to rosie. he won't take nonsense from the boys in school but he's pretty quiet compared to his peers and prefers his own company and she knows the type of trouble boys in the area get into, especially mcleods.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Last night be and the besties did a fun enrichment activity I like to call Write Night cus I think it sounds nice. It's flash fiction or writing sprints? Not sure the name. Anyways. One of us gave prompts, then we all had ten minutes to speed-write before we had to stop and share out word count, as well as the tiny fic if we wanted to. We did three rounds, so 30 mins not counting the breaks between to share and get juice. The person with the most wordcount "Wins" the night, unfortunately, I placed second. The great @aceinthesol defeated me and placed first. (Bastard. /Aff.)

Here are the sprints.

I kid I kid. Here are the sprints+prompts lol. I bold the ones I used for the fic.

===Start===

Prompt: Cabin / Sage / Linger 

Logan lingers a lot. Mostly following Hesh around, trailing him like a shadow. But he also thinks about people? And in that way he supposes he “lingers” on them too. 

He’s reluctant to let go of the idea of people. Like his mom, still thinks about her, even after all these years she’s been gone. And he supposes that’s normal, given that she was his mother, a pretty important person. But by now he should be over the grief, right? 

His thoughts still linger on the idea of her. What might she think of his outfit? Or this person he’s been talking to? What advice would she give him? And he can talk about these things with Dad, sure, but… it’s different. He doesn’t need a mom for these questions, but he wants his mom. 

She lingers in his mind. And they talk. 

“What about this shirt?” “Hmm. Pants are pretty patterned already… maybe go for a solid color.” 

“So there’s this girl I've been talking to…” “Oh?” “Yeah. Uh, I haven’t made any moves though.” “Well why not?” 

“Logan, honey, sometimes when things get rough, we have to hold onto the good things.” “I know.” “…I don’t think you understand me. Things that happen can be crafted into hope. I think. You remember it, and you know it can happen again.” 

Yeah. Like that. But it’s just. Logan talking to himself. Not that he talks. He’s just… imagining she’s there. Like a really nice ghost. Warm, soft, and loving. 

Not that he’d know what she’d look like now. Not that he can really remember outside photos. Not that he hasn’t heard a million times how their hair was the same color, their eyes the same shape, their laughs the same contagious bray… 

So in that way, it’s mom lingering. Not Logan. 

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Prompt 2: Closing in / “I can’t walk… You’re gonna have to carry me.” / Gunpowder 

He knows they’re closing in on him. Even without ever seeing them, he knows. 

How does he know this? 

Everyone else is gone. 

He doesn’t know quite for sure if they’re dead but they’re gone. Anytime he calls for a check on comms there’s nothing but resounding silence in reply. Empty and cold, like the night air. 

Could have known better. Should have known better. If the brass cared at all they would have been given some warning, but there was none. 

Or there was… It’s just that none of them realized at the time. 

These… legends don’t come with a warning. They don’t charge up front and come in blazing red-white-and-blue glory. Explosive and proud. 

No, they’re subtler than that. 

Honestly… until tonight? He believed them to be fables. But not anymore. 

Who they are… shadows. Whispers. Boogeymen? 

And he knows the nature of their creation more than he knows their methods. 

A gestation of three days, planted when blood was spilled on the coarse desert sand. Sown by violent hands, nurtured by them further, the seed gorged on death. 

Life spilling into a barren wasteland. 

Ghosts. 

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Prompt 3: “Shouldn’t you be happy?” / Failure / “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” / Snowball fight 

If there was one constant in his life, it was failure. 

He tried okay. He tried really hard and it just NEVER worked out. It was one failure after another. 

First day he joined elementary school, he was an outcast. No one wanted to talk to him, no one wanted to be friends, and he was left out. He failed to connect to any of them in the following years, and his attempts turned rather harshly on him: Instead of just being ignored, he’d be mocked and bullied. Not only the outcast but the annoying kid, somehow. 

Then mom died. He wasn’t sure what the failure was there, but he felt it. It doesn’t matter how many times he was told there was nothing he could have done, he failed and it didn’t matter how hard Dad or his brother tried to reassure him. 

That in itself was another failure, failure of belief. He trusted them but couldn’t believe them. 

ODIN. Failure to protect his home, his family. Failure to keep them safe in the crisis that followed the disaster. Couldn’t find enough food, safe enough shelter, enough comfort. 

Santa Monica, failure to uphold his oath. His vow to his country. They lost the beach. 

Vegas. Failure to see Rorke's plot. Failure to protect his father. Failure to keep Riley safe. 

The Final Assault… failure to keep the last of his family, his little brother, safe from the same man that killed his father. 

David “Hesh” Walker is a failure.