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[tuituipupu]

one of my colleagues is getting a kitten so if she names it biscuit or chanel i will lose my mind.

[starrysupercell]

Brawlers' Pets Headcanon Dump!! (Some are canon but I just go into detail)

I've left out most of the ones I've covered in depth already, which include the Townsfolk Trio (1, 2, 3, 4,), Buzz and Surge, (1, 2) The Coworkers (not mine originally, but I’m on board!!) and Mortis.

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Shelly: Used to have a pet chicken when she was younger that she saved from being slaughtered. The bird followed her around everywhere and lived a full happy life. Lived to an old chicken age ❤

Currently, she has Kit, a lil tiny kitten. She spoils her greatly. Superb pet owner! She trusts only a few people to watch her cat, which includes Primo, Piper, Edgar and Lou. ...I can see Colt being mildly allergic to cats tbh, so he's off the table... (He will either still pet and fawn over Kit and deal with the slight repercussions, or he's one of those folks who refuse to admit that cats are cute in their own way. Can't decide yet!)

Also since Princess Shelly has that Frog gun, she'll probably get a pet frog soon too!

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Lou: One secret Sugar Glider named Cane that he lets roam around in the Snowtel against Mr. P's wishes. He's a good pet owner, but sometimes he loses track of the cutie because of the free range he allows her. Shenanigans arise when P feels something shifty is going on. Gale has his back if he's in the know, however. He will say "No, I haven't seen anything strange, Mr. P." to his boss' face while seeing the Sugar Glider descending to Lou from the second floor into his hands.

Once, Lou had to hide Cane inside his machinery for a couple of minutes while P was around. It felt 😵 absolutely awful. Ever since then, he's taken to being more mindful of her. It IS irresponsible to have Cane roaming around in a large place without supervision.

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Gale: Pet snake named Twister. He's a decent owner, and would be better if he weren't so overworked. He does make time for him as best as he can. Luckily, if push comes to shove, he's found that if he mentions his lament to see his pet snake around/to fellow pet snake owner Byron, there will either be a personal offer for extra caretaking or Mr. P will be sent a notice encouraging more leeway for his employee.

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Mike: a Canary named Canary. The funny/odd thing about Mike is that he CLAIMS to be a grumpy fellow, but there's no supporting evidence of that anywhere! Birds take time and patience to train (personal experience), and Canary is so attached to him, so why u lying, Mike??

Anyway, he does not let anyone handle Canary at all. I think I said before that he would trust Jacky with her, but I changed my mind. There's just no convincing him! He's also a top notch owner because birds don't like loud noises and that's why he keeps Canary under his hard hat.

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Belle: a horse named Elodie. The one we see in the GA animation! Elodie is dependable, fierce and used to the fast paced lifestyle Belle puts her through. Elodie gets regular coat brushes, healthy diet, exercise (+ extra when she's brought for a heist).

If anyone else tries to ride her, Elodie will simply not budge... Not unless Belle outright hands her reins to somebody else. A tough horse for a wild gal. (Oh, I've technically covered her, but it's okay.)

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Emz: Pet *inhales* OPOSSUM. You can't change my mind 💜💜 Her name is Molly. She found her when Uncle Frank made her take out the trash (because she will learn to do basic household chores) And she came across a lil baby possum trying to climb up a tree nearby. "EW." She said, but it was fuzzy and cute and the ears looked too big for its head.... anyway it took a while to be able to catch the skittish creature. She brought her inside and the rest is history. (She forgot to put the trash in the can. Frank was disappointed, but Ash was way way worse.)

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Jessie: Pam and (mostly) Nani said no to a real pet, but ever-crafty Jessie came up with Scrappy! The other Turrets in her Skins are all different robots too with different names and personalities, as I've covered before!

I also like to think that when she's older and lives with Penny (or a different partner/on her own, depending on your preference, but Watter Canon under this roof 😤), she gets a real dog. Border Collie, perhaps. And Penny would probably get a noisy Parrot. Of course, that's wayyy into the future... post Starr Park~

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Stu- Frilled-neck Lizard! Since Edgar has a Tarantula, someone needed a lizard. And like. This is just so fitting tbh. I can't explain it. He found the lizard as he was just rolling along one day and picked it up and took him home.

I don't know what's going through Stu's head but he probably named the boy something like Rocket Blast Extravaganza. He takes really great care of him and presses his face against the glass tank to stare at him adoringly. He looked up how to take care of reptiles properly. He Will get another one soon.

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As a recap for the Fantasy AU!

Wizard Byron’s Owl/Familiar is named Eglantine, and Barley’s Unicorn Steer is named Hana. (Y’all will look at them because I love their names, I put effort.)

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...Loan Shark Byron has one or two sharks bc he’s crazy.

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

DOTTIE’S BATFAM FIC RECS

hi!! so, no one asked for this but,,, I wanted to make one anyway! I really love the batfam a lot and I see a lot of ppl in the fandom wishing it was easier to find good fics. this is by no means all of them but they are some of my faves, generally not too fanon-y! all fics are gen/family fluff with little to no ships (which are not bat/cest). 

feel free to message/ask me about triggers if you’re unsure!! and lmk if I forgot to tag anyone ❤️

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Homecoming by Ionaperidot / @iowriteswords on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10966704/chapters/24414906

Summary: “Your son’s grave. It’s been disturbed.” In which people actually notice when Jason breaks out of his grave, and Bruce finds him before Talia does.

My thoughts: Bruce’s voice in this is seriously perfect, plus Dick, Jason, and Tim are great as well!! This fic honestly helps inform me of my Tim characterization!

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The Wound Begins To Bleed by audreycritter / @audreycritter on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13295661

Summary: Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around. Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

My Thoughts: it makes me emotional okay it GETS me right in my HEART!!! both Dami and Tim are so so so good I can’t rec this enough

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just hold a smile by RecklessWriter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22777705

Summary: That's the thing about smiles, Dick thinks. If you flash the right one, no one knows there's something more going on inside. Five times Dick faked a smile and one time someone saw through it.

My Thoughts: Dick & others, including Tim and Cass. Dick is really good at hiding his feelings from others, and I love how in this fic, a lot of times, he’s hiding them to “protect” whoever it is

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life, if well lived by CaptainOzone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18378512

Summary: Jason wakes up from a time-travel mishap to find Thomas and Martha Wayne hovering over him. Just another day in the life, right? ...Not quite.

My Thoughts: this one had me crying like a baby!!! the characterization is great and I love CO’s Thomas and Martha

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one shot, two shots in the night by discowing / @dykewing on tumblr, @/wlwdiscowing on twitter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18871864/chapters/44792710

Summary: The New York Times ✓ @nytimes · 4h

“A Shot in the Dark” remains on our bestseller list for the fourth week in a row! Read our review of @brucewayne’s tell-all memoir here: nyti.ms/3Fs9k2E

My Thoughts: TALK ABT MAKING ME CRY. this gets me every time, and it’s absolutely worth ALL of the rereads. such a great Bruce.

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The View From Jade by lowflyingfruit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11329791/chapters/25359972

Summary: Being transported to the past is not the sort of thing one normally expects. But this having happened, and with no easy way back, Jason's determined to make the most of it. Though the Bat still stalks Gotham's streets, the city's crime is run by the mobs instead of the rogues. There's no Joker yet. There's no Robin. Maybe there shouldn't be.

My Thoughts: Jason & Dick, and also Bruce somewhere in there too. this is SO! GOOD! I absolutely love Jason’s voice, and Dick is so in character. plus Bruce and Alfred are awesome as well!!!

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The Birds Who Smile by Raberba girl / @raberbagirl on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12972324/chapters/29656290

Summary: "Dark Nights: Metal" AU where Bruce adopts three of the Robins who once belonged to the Batman Who Laughs.

My Thoughts: I think this was the first fic that introduced me to Duke, actually! and while there are a LOT of characters involved, they’re all pretty great and realistic. they have their moments to shine and it’s,,, *chef’s kiss*

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The Thing about Apples and Trees by Cdelphiki / @cdelphiki on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22192747

Summary: When Jason agreed to let Bruce adopt him, he thought that meant Jason felt happy and safe in Bruce's home. But when Jason's nightmares only increased, and his panic attacks and meltdowns started happening more often, Bruce was at a complete loss for what to do. But then, Jason finally opened up to him, and he was able to quell some of Jason's worse fears. Perhaps a midnight chat and a few hugs wouldn't fix everything, but it was a step in the right direction.

My Thoughts: this is part of a series but might be okay to read on it’s own? tho really I suggest the entire series, it’s amazing. but this fic specifically has great kid Jason characterization (and also made me cry, I think!)

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Kitten by lurkinglurkerwholurks / @lurkinglurkerwholurks on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18194294

Summary: Bruce opened his mouth, prepared to give the unemotional, no-nonsense explanation he had cobbled together between his walk to the car and now. Instead, his mouth went dry and nothing came out.

“Bruce?”

Bruce was saved from answering by the thin cry that cut through the silence. He winced, then reached back with one hand to shush the dimpled, kicking legs.

“Bruce, tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard.”

My Thoughts: so so so cute! plus the gangs all here!!!

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Yes Ma’am by lurkinglurkerwholurks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22004695

Summary: Jason had shuffled into the bedroom and had just finished pulling his shirt over his head when he paused, arms still trapped in the fabric. A pair of eyes glowed at him from the bed, reflecting the dim light from the hall.

My Thoughts: I also have to include this one bc it was a gift to me, and it’s so cute & angsty & just dkjsfsdjkhfksjah I love it so much

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The D-Word by AutumnHobbit / @autumnhobbit on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9597686

Summary: "See, Tim?" Jason called over his shoulder sardonically. "Dad agrees with me."

He turned back to his food for a moment before the thought suddenly occurred to him that the Cave had gone near silent. He cautiously glanced back at the others. Alfred was still working away at stitching Tim up. Tim looked a little pale and sweaty, but he was glancing over at Jason with a look that was a mixture of concern and confusion. Bruce was standing stock-still, seemingly staring off into space.

My Thoughts: I constantly reread this when I want funny and then heart breaking Jason & Bruce feels. I always know what’s coming and it STILL GETS ME

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baby wonder by drakefeathers / @drakefeathers on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1887807

Summary: (baby!damian AU) Bruce dies, Dick becomes Batman. But the Damian that Talia leaves in his care isn’t a ten-year-old warrior, he’s a ten-month-old baby.

My Thoughts: oh my goddd this is so good, it hurts but it’s SO CUTE at the same time??? ugh dskjfhkjsadhf

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a hat fashioned from tin foil by discowing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14356020

Summary: nightwang @karakurachou – 8 hours ago

jason todd is alive and faked his death so he could become robin: a conspiracy theory thread

Batfam conspiracy theories meet social media.

My Thoughts: !!!!!!! so good!!!! seriously one of the best social media fics I’ve ever read.

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Bet Your Bottom Dollar by jerseydevious / @jerseydevious on tumblr and twitter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17971160/chapters/42447017

Summary: Dick's been having kind of a hard time, recently. When it boils over, Bruce is there for him.

My Thoughts: I reread this one a LOT when I need Dick & Bruce feels

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Metanoia by AlannaOfRoses / @alannaofroses on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21943249

Summary: Jason's bleeding out, Dick's overtired, and a half-serious offer turns into their new normal. Sometimes you just need somebody else around.

My Thoughts: this one was also a gift to me!! it’s got amazing brotherly bonding and it made me laugh a LOT

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a hundred miles through the desert by acrobats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18197330/chapters/43045388

Summary: Finding himself nearly three decades into the past hadn't been part of Jason's plans for the day, but he could manage. Having no idea how he got there, no clear path home and a recently orphaned Bruce Wayne determined to drag Jason into his search for his parents' killer - that might be a little more complicated.

My Thoughts: ughhh this is such good Jason content (and such amazing Jason voice, too) I adore it

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oh, where do I begin? by LazuliQuetzal / @lazuliquetzal on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21988693

Summary: “No, no, nothing’s wrong,” Jason says. “We’re a-okay. Just peachy. Good times.”

“Oh,” Duke says, lamely, working himself out of crisis mode. There’s an awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up again. “Why did you call?”

“Right, right," Jason mumbles, which seemed a little out of character to Duke. His sort-of wayward brother was generally intimidating, even when he wasn't trying to be. "Uh, Dick said that you had a guinea pig when you were younger. How do you take care of a guinea pig?”

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AKA, not-exactly accidental guinea pig acquisition

My Thoughts: this was ALSO a gift to me but it’s so funny and sweet and there’s amazing Duke & Jason bonding so I absolutely must rec it

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Latchkey by goldkirk / @goldkirk on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21672928/chapters/51685639

Summary: or, How Tim Drake Found A Family, Became A Photojournalist, Learned To Love Coffee, and Grew Up, not necessarily in that order.

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.

My Thoughts: this is SO GOOOOD the Tim feels are amazing!!! the family interactions!!! everything! sdkjfhsjdfhksdhfajh

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Blood in the Water by MishaBerry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12734052/chapters/29037474

Summary: We all do stupid things when we are lonely, and in faraway lands, we hardly expect the consequences to follow us. Bruce certainly never thought twice about an American woman in Jaipur after one night with her. He hardly expected to see her ever again.

The universe, on the other hand, had different ideas, and the tides of time and chance brought Tim Drake to Bruce's life over and over again.

My Thoughts: this one is more AU than a lot of the others on here but it’s a lot of fun!! it has Tim & Damian & Jason feels, plus the rest of the family on a smaller scale

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so these are just SOME, and honestly you should go and check out other works done by all of these authors!! also would like to suggest reading the fics of @renecdote , @caramelmachete , @redtruthed , @rredarrow , and @schweeeppess !!!

[puppy-phum]

for the character ask...OUR FAV BOY LIU SANG

(*´∇｀*)/💖

i had to come answer this one bc!! my son!!!! aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! so thank you sob now i can talk about my second sour grape boy,,, wait. ok well, hissy kitten  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  spot the difference (you can’t)

give me a character

(placing this one under a cut too bc oh boy. i have things to say about liu sang)

How I feel about this character

Good lord. I feel so many ways about Liu Sang. He is absolutely amazing but he also just drives me insane every day. No other character has ever given me such headaches, he must be proud. Finally someone suffers as much as him (because I bet those ears cause him a permanent migraine). I feel sorry for him. I’ll take this pain gladly if it helps him in any way. 

But well. As simply as with Jiang Cheng, I do love Liu Sang. I shouldn’t really be surprised (at this point) that I fell in love with him but back when I was watching Reboot, he hit me like a truck. Which,,, he probably drove that truck himself, judging from the way he was handling the car chase with Jiang Zisuan. Just ruthlessly drove me over. I never stood a chance, not in front of that arrogance and stubbornness and enormous puppy eyes. 

And with all of himself, good and bad, he makes me feel so many things. One of those, probably the strongest one, is protectiveness. He needs someone to protect him from himself because he has a nasty self-destruction streak going. Boy has not known love since he was born. He has gone through way too much to try handle it alone. I can’t even remember how old he is supposed to be in Reboot (maybe 29?), but that is way too many years of fighting a battle he was never supposed to win. But he pulled through. Cynical and prickly and absolutely terrified of any human contact but he fucking pulled through. I want to fight some battles for him now. He deserves to rest. He deserves some peace and quiet and unconditional care. I want to tell him that he doesn’t deserve all the pain he’s going through, all the pain he himself is putting his body through because he thinks he can only be used as a punching bag. I want to tell him he deserves friends. I want to tell him that it’s okay to trust people again. I want to... just protect him. And maybe this is why – because of all this fragile mess I’ve discovered from inside of him while trying to figure out who he is – I struggle so much with writing him. I feel like I’m bringing up things no one is supposed to see. I feel like I’m pulling out words from him like teeth. But at the same time, I know he’s desperate to tell these things. 

So I struggle because I love him. Willingly. But oh boy does he annoy me sometimes, under all that protectiveness and fondness I have for him.  

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am quite sure at this point that I don’t really ship Liu Sang with anyone. No one clicks with him in my head so well that I could feel myself slipping into the proper shipping territory. But I haven’t minded any of the ships I’ve seen for him, not Pingxiesang (which makes me super soft) or him with Kanjian (which is so sweet) or even @kholran’s pool noodle Risang (which is very interesting and I will read your fic, friend, when I am out of my Pingxie pit! I just need to feed these beasts first). I am mostly just very intrigued by all these ships people come up with because it really plays to my wish to just explore his dynamic with every other character that is available for him. 

But to put it simply: Not one perfect match exists for him yet in my head. Let’s give boy some time to figure out freindships first. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Well, this one I love because! This is what he is all about for me, somehow. So I will mention three: Xiaoge, Bai Haotian, and Pangzi. 

First, like I already mentioned in my Xiaoge answer, I adore Liu Sang’s dynamic with his ouxiang. They are both so damn awkward. I feel like I’m following a train wreck happening in slow motion any time I see them interact but instead of death and flames and screeching metal, it’s. surprisingly soft and sweet? They are both very tentative when it comes to people so they somehow get each other? Even if Liu Sang is a mess when it comes to Xiaoge which I totally get because I have once in my life met a person I consider a celebrity and who I look up to a lot and I was just shaking. And giggling. And acting dumbly. So I don’t blame Liu Sang for any of that; I’m actually quite proud that he’s keeping his cool so well and despite the rough start, manages to be a huge asset to his ouxiang. I am so happy that he gets to have this budding friendship with Xiaoge because they both need it.

Then! Bai Haotian. I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately and the more I rewatch some of their scenes together, the more I notice that they really develop a bond during Reboot. They are in a very similar position: brought in because of their idols, young, sometimes overlooked, struggling, and usually falling behind. And oh, definitely in need of some saving and with tragic backstories. They could be such amazing friends, and I think they come to trust and care for each other during their trip to Thunder City. Bai Haotian is so caring by nature and then Liu Sang is just right there. And Bai Haotian is so lowkey about her care; she doesn’t push if people don’t want her to, which works so well for Liu Sang. She’s there when needed. She doesn’t ask too much. She knows how it feels to look up to one of the members of the Iron Triangle and then curl your own life around them. (She also knows how it feels to have a crush on that same member and then notice that crush will never lead you anywhere, though I guess Bai Haotian comes to realize that during their trip instead of years before but well, details.) She doesn’t judge Liu Sang and somehow Liu Sang comes to rely on her a lot. 

And last but not least (never the least!): Pangzi. God I adore these two to bits. Their banter is just *chef’s kiss* and when I look at them, all I can think about is a big dog trying to pat a hissing kitten with its paw. Which then turns to the kitten play fighting the dog’s big paw. And then getting tired. And falling asleep. While the huge dog just curls its body around the kitten to keep it warm, and maybe the kitten swats at the dog slightly for show but actually it enjoys it. Because it’s nice and soft and very warm. So yes, I love it how Pangzi and Liu Sang start off as enemies but come to care for each other. I cry about the peanut scene every day. Yes please adopt this poor stray kitten, he deserves a loving home ;; Give him food and a blanket and maybe he will hiss a little less (Pangzi also gives great hugs and Liu Sang deserves a dozen. For starters.) 

My unpopular opinion about this character

Once again I am at a loss with this. I don’t really know what this fandom thinks about Liu Sang? I feel like our tiny Liu Sang hyping corner here on tumblr is very much unified with the opinions. We all love him a lot and want the best for him, case closed. So maybe I’ll just talk about my hypersensitivity headcanon for him? Let me do that for fun haha

So, I know he’s sensitive to sounds. Understandable, with his skills. And I feel bad for him for that because it must be horrible at times (we get introduced to him through him vomiting because he can’t handle a train station with all the noise, christ) but I also somehow relate to that. I get sensitive to sounds sometimes too. A simple click of my mouse can be annoying at times. I require absolute silence quite often, and this intensifies if my emotions are on the negative side. So, somehow I’m taking things from that. Touch hurts when he’s feeling bad about himself. Noises annoy him when he’s angry or scared. Lights look too bright or he feels like he can’t focus his gaze when he’s sad or panicking. Smells and tastes are intensified when he’s stressed. I dunno, just simple little things. Him feeling through his senses. Him just generally being sensitive with his feelings because this world is a demanding place and pushes you into feeling things. And I feel like a lot about him is already tied to his hearing so why not his feelings too? I’ve read so many nice takes on him which somehow support this so I feel like this just fits right in. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Liu Sang joins the final celebration!! Him just disappearing doesn’t make sense at all!!!! Let him get hugs!!! Let him be happy!!!! Oh my god. I was so mad about that and still am because no way did he just leave and not join his new friends for this final evening!!! Dammit. No matter how much he feels like he doesn’t belong and like he’s just “a hired talent” among them, he’s not that dull!! He got those damn peanuts and some hugs and shoulder pats from people, he was there saving the day, he managed to create bonds!!! And god, knowing Wu Xie, he would never allow Liu Sang to think that lowly of himself!!!! He would be there to offer Liu Sang the world if he wants it!! Gaaaahhhh

So yeah, give Liu Sang his moment with his new family or I am throwing something, for fuck’s sakes

thank you again for sending me these asks ♥ i’ll answer the rest during these next few days! you’re amazing!!

[gxshiikii]

since most of yamaguchi content seems to be about ships...here are my headcanons that i have for him :)

he’s an only child and lives with his single mom

his mom works a lot so he’s often home alone

getting bullied was really hard for him and he suffers from depression

plants, all over his room and house. him and his mom love plants

he didn’t have any friends before tsukki bc he closed himself off bc of the bullying

had braces for two years and he hates every moment of it

once him and tsukki become friends though he starts to be more open and make friends, tsukki will always be his #1

akiteru adores yamaguchi and asks why he can’t have a little brother like tadashi

tsukki’s family treats him like family

had an emo phase in middle school and never grew out of it, hes alt now

really likes piercings and has his ears pierced and his septum

bisexual king

he’s really good friends with hinata and yachi and the three of them often hang out with eachother

he has a pet snake and a kitten, which makes his mom really nervous

freckles all over his body, like...everywhere

tw// i feel like bc of his depression and all the bullying he used to self harm. he’s been trying his best to stop but sometimes it gets difficult. he’s been doing a lot better now in highschool bc of the team and all his new friends

is good at baking and probably makes tsukki shortcake for his birthday or whenever he’s upset about something

really likes math, and it’s kinda gross

him and the other first years(including yachi) all have a minecraft world together and constantly play

they also hang out a lot outside of school and will have game nights and such

since i imagine him being alt and that doesn’t really match his personality, when the team sees him outside of school/not volleyball related, for the first time they get really confused

“yamaguchi?? sweet, innocent yamaguchi......is emo???”

he has a really good memory and can remember everyone’s birthdays and their favorite food and whatever things they’re into

also loves spoiling tsukki(it’s his way of thanking him for everything he’s done without saying it bc tsukki gets annoyed)

makes him shortcake, if tsukkis spending the weekend with yamaguchi he asks his mom to get dinosaur chicken nuggets from the store, buys him books about space and dinosaurs

he also loves spoiling his other friends but not as much, he’ll offer to buy them food or if they don’t have money on them and see something they like than he’ll buy it for them

probably works at hot topic or a coffee shop by his house, no in between

him and tsukki have a really elaborate handshake from when they were kids and they both still remember it

clings to the closest thing to him when he’s sleeping

loves cuddling with whoever lets him

he’s really proud of his teammates and everything they’ve done, even if he does get a little jealous sometimes.

when he found out he was gonna be captain he almost cried. he also tried telling them that that must have been a mistake

everyone had to remind him that he’s the best choice for captain and he’s gonna do great

captain yams is the best. he’s not mean and doesn’t yell much but when he’s upset with the team is it s c a r y

the first years adore him though, he’s super nice to them and tries his best to make them comfortable

he cried like a baby at graduation, so did hinata and yachi...which eventually led to kageyama crying(“i’m not crying, there’s just something in my eye”) and even tsukki teared up a little bit

he moves into an apartment with tsukki a few years after they graduate (it’s good for the both of them since they’re so comfortable with eachother and love being around one another)

he doesn’t play volleyball anymore but whenever he meets up with his old teammates they’ll play a game for the nostalgia

alright that was kinda long but i just love yamaguchi okay???? he deserves everything and needs to be recognized as more than just tsukkis bestfriend

[everyonesawhoregrace]

Nothing But A Memory

@awesomemikaus​: request where reader is Campbell's daughter, but she doesn't know anything, about the reason she came to town and so on, and Tommy plans to use her as a spy, approach her with that motive, but when she realizes that she doesn't know anything , falls in love with her, also that the reader is an angel. And then hell breaks loose when he finds out. very angsty pleaese

An: I'm gonna name my CHILD Sloan. Also , thank u for requesting this bc wow. I loved this. So much. So much that it's 4K words. X

"She can't get hurt, Arthur! Oi! Listen to me!" The brother was clearly upset by how nonchalant Arthur was to his statement. Only once the brothers met each other's eyes did Thomas feel comfortable enough to speak again. "She can't get hurt."

"She's our enemy, what the fuck do you mean she can't get hurt?!" Arthur's eyes widen, he can't wrap his head around Thomas's statement. Not even a bloody week ago, the two were plotting her death.

Thomas grabs a fistful of his brothers shirt and pulls him to his chest. "You lay a finger on her and I swear, Arthur..."

"She's Campbell's daughter." He reminds his brother, just in case he tumbled and took a fall for the worse.

"Please!" Tommy's never pleaded to anyone, let alone his brothers.

But with the weak way Thomas executes his words, Arthur feels a pang in his heart. Thomas falls back to his chair and lets out a shaky breath. He knows that his brothers fell spellbound to the lady.

"Fuckin' hell, Tom..." Arthur takes a step back, swallowing. You've fallen for her, haven't youse?"

3 Days Ago

Sloan Campbell arrived to Small Heath by the luck of the late night train. She was overjoyed to enter Birmingham, the busy, underdeveloped city. As a lover of history, she stayed concentrated in the vast city, occupying her time in libraries, city hall and the museum. Of course she was oblivious that her father, was on a special mission in the very city she was visiting. Alas, twas only Aunt Pol, John, Arthur and Thomas knew about Sloan's visit. It was the Shelby clan who had a plan to mercilessly sacrifice the lady in return for Campbell's injustices to them.

"He's causing chaos throughout the damn city nevermind our own business." Thomas banged his closed fist on the table, during their regular meetings.

The topic of inspector Campbell was brought up. Thomas got upset rather quickly before Polly Grey decided to make the boys feel reassured.

"You don't pay him no mind, we'll get him soon enough." Polly snaps, "Thomas sit down, I've got something to tell you lot."

She watched the colour return to their faces as she told them about Sloan Campbell, the only daughter that stems from the likes of inspector Campbell. She explains Campbell had a love so deep for his only child. He would do anything for Sloan. Anything.

It was Polly Grey who suggested the boys dangle the life of poor Sloan over Campbell, allowing him to flee the city in return for his daughter's life. It was going to be an exchange, simple, harmless. It would only scare the girl.

But it was Thomas who had allowed the darkness to consume him. Once Polly left, he had begun to stir up another plan.

"We need to punish him the way he's punished us." He said after a few drinks were in his belly.

Thomas put down his hat on the table and looked at the blades within the stitching of the flatcap. He was motivated by the idea of killing her.

Polly was discrete, only use her, do not actually harm her. Polly would no allow for the brutal killing of a lady. Especially an innocent one. And innocent she was. And yet, Thomas had different intentions.

Thomas continued. "Like the ones in the war who wanted us dead. We need to kill them before they kill us."

"Fuck yea..." Arthur concludes, after a line of coke. He rubs his nose and grabs a glass of whiskey from the table.

John speaks up. "We ought to blind her Tom,"

"No, worse. We kill her, and lay her body on the same ground Campbell walks so brazen on. This is our city, it's about time we show 'im that boys."

So, it was a plan, the brothers all agreed. Thomas was to be responsible for the capturing of the lady. Arthur and John were going to gut like her a pig and that Inspector Campbell will go running back to Belfast.

There he stood in city hall, awaiting her presence when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Who would've thought the person who tapped him was the lady herself.

Of course, she didn't know who he was. All she wanted was to know where the ticket booth was, after all, she had noticed the stranger had a ticket to the tour.

"Sorry to bother you, but could you point me where the ticket booth is?"

Thomas was frazzled, no, he was rather nervous. Not by the woman herself, nor the fact that the person he was going to shoot dead was standing before him, but rather, her remarkable beauty. She looked nothing like the photograph he was given, no, that was too old of a photo. It was blurry and did not do her justice. The woman before him was breathtakingly stunning, God like. She took his breath away, alongside everyone else within her presence.

He pointed to the ticket booth, she had smiled revealing such a pure soul.

She looked nothing like the awful Chief Inspector Campbell.

Following that dreadful day, Thomas followed Sloan around the city. She was shy, happy, she wore her emotions on her chest. She was unjustifiably beautiful. Petite, brown hair that framed her perfect face. She was the type of woman to use her hair to hide her face, and she smiled, and she laughed. She was goofy, original, she didn't want to please the fucking world. She simply wanted to live. Sloan would always drop a coin into the beggars hat, but more than that, she would stand beside him and ask him if he's alright. She was perfect, the more Thomas studied, the more his cheeks grew hot and his hands grew sweaty.

Yes, that she was, picture perfect.

Finally, Sloan had noticed him peeping one day while she read a book in the library, she raised her head as he ducked his. Pretending to be occupied in a book until she cleared her throat. Sloan stood before him.

"Can I help you?" She asked Thomas, who had looked up at her.

He wanted to run away, feeling his throat dry. He shut his book and got lost in her eyes. "Sorry?"

"You've been watching me from the second I got here. Never mind the fact that I'm nearly certain you're the same lad I had encountered a day ago 'round City Hall."

"I-" He began. Again, she's taken him by surprise. Thomas thinks fast. "I wanted to ask you if I can take you out. I find you beautiful and, yah, will you allow me to take you out for tea or somethin'?" He felt his heart race, his face heating up. He wanted to roll his eyes to the back of his head. Take you out for tea or somethin'? Really Thomas?

She chuckles, narrowing her gaze at him. But the truth was, Sloan was flattered. The man before her was a tall and handsome with great posture and teeth. Hopefully he's got a good paying job too.

No, to Sloan, the man before her was undeniable, most of the men in the world were pretty fucked up from the war. All they do is drink and fight. So, she cracked a smile and replied dubiously, "Alright then. I'm staying at the Midland Hotel, pick me up for eight tonight."

And with that, she spun around and walked her way back to her seat, where she opened up the book she was reading and started where she left off.

Thomas didn't tell the boys that he was going on a date with Sloan fucking Campbell. Instead, he told them that he was going to entertain the new barmaid Grace. They cheered him on, and off Thomas went.

Though it was a fake date, the closer the lad got to the Midland hotel, the more anxious and uneasy he got. Thomas was fumbling with his tie, shifting in his suit. He got feverishly irritated with the cuffs on his blazer and nearly tore them from his suit altogether.

Meanwhile, Sloan readied herself rather quickly. Wearing a navy blue dress and black kitten heels. She had allowed herself to calm down after finishing two glasses of champagne.

She stood before a mirror once finished and beamed at the finished product. "So, you find me beautiful?" Her serious, sexual face makes her giggle.

"Oh Sloan," She turns to her side and runs her hands along her dress. "You do look mighty fine though."

And she did, with her hair in light curls and a touch of makeup on. She put on her favourite perfume and listened to the radio, Sloan was a natural beauty, but she looked especially stunning tonight.

So stunning that when she walked down the stairs to the lobby, two men had offered their hands to assist her before Thomas was able to get to her. He made sure to claim her before any man would.

"Hi." She says, her hand falls into his. His hand is warm, and she flushes. The two are nervous.

Thomas stands tall, "Hi, you look..."

She's taken his breath away, all he does is shake his head. The silk material of the dress is plush around her curves. Thomas notices her décolletage, Sloan's stunning. Thomas quickly concluded and leans down to kiss her cheek.

"You look absolutely mesmerizing tonight, Sloan." He whispers in her ear.

She blushes, and as the two get on with their first date, she can't help but hold her tongue, wanting to tell Tommy the same thing.

He was kind hearted, chivalrous. He took her to a restaurant where people grew rather interested in Tommy and Sloan. 

They were numb to it, she discussed her passion of history he explained his passion of horses. They listened to each other in great detail. He explained that he had three brothers and a sister, to which she told him that she was an only child.

"Are your parents alive?" He asks, knowing the answer. But there was something so sweet about listening to her speak. Thomas grew fond of her voice, among many other things.

"Yes, and yours?" She tore apart a piece of bread and popped it in her mouth.

"No. Are you close to your parents then?"

She takes a sip of her wine. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents. Also. Yes and no. My mum and I are very close, but my father and I could have a better bond for sure." Sloan mentions Thomas's full plate. "How come you're not eating?"

He runs his sweaty palms over his pants, "I'm too nervous to eat." He replies honestly. His stomach twists and turns in knots. Somehow, the dinner that was supposed to be a stall before her death, ended up being so much more than that.

She blushes, looking down. "Do I make you nervous?"

Sloan looks at him with big eyes, and Thomas is nearly certain she's capable of murdering him. Right there. At that very moment. All he desires is her lips against his, and her body against his.

You take my breath away, Sloan.

After dinner, the two walked side by side down the street. Thomas has so many good qualities about him, it made Sloan very happy. Even though he was a hard shell to crack at first, he opened up and revealed things to her that he would have a hard time with admitting to anyone else.

Beaming, she up and into his eyes, "Thomas,"

"Yes." He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.

"The people of the city practically bow down to you, I can't help but wonder what it is that you do."

His mouth twitched, "I own several businesses."

"Business that involve horses? You had told me you love them."

"Yes, something like that." Thomas doesn't want to give much away. After all, he is a no good criminal.

She chews on her inner cheek and Thomas smiles.

"Is there something else you'd like to ask me?" He stood in front of her, preventing the two from continuing their walk.

"No." She reveals, meeting his baby blue eyes. "I just want to tell you I had a great time with you tonight."

He ought to grab that face and kiss her all over. No, he thinks about the plan. How could he forget!? Death to the inspector’s daughter. But as she poured her heart into him, he can't help but put that idea in a cupboard in the deep depths of his mind, and shut the door. Death to the inspector’s daughter, no. Not her.

"As did I," He grins, and is startled when she rests her hand on his chest and leaves a soft kiss to his cheek. Thomas flushes, "Thank you."

She chuckles and mentions the hotel down the street. "Will you walk me to the hotel?"

Fuck. The end already?

Thomas nods and the two of them walk a little closer this time. He puts an arm around her and once they stood in the lobby together, Tommy Shelby willed himself to bent down and kiss her. Though it was a ballsy move on Shelby's part, Campbell deepens the kiss. She hooked her arm around his shoulder and went from a quick peck, to a passionate kiss.

She gives his hand a squeeze as she settles into her heels. "Thanks again for a tonight."

"No," He's drunk off of that kiss. Where did she learn to kiss like that? Holy hell. "Thank you." So much.

The two went their separate ways. Tommy feels as though he's walking on clouds. Sloan doesn't feel an ounce tired as she lays in bed, flattered by the kind words shared tonight.

Once he's home, he doesn't resort to the drugs as a sleep aid, but rather, Thomas falls asleep dreaming pleasantly of Sloan.

The two became inseparable. Thomas surprised Sloan with flowers the following day, he took her to Johnny's Yard, where they spent an evening under the stars. They held hands this time, and he smiled and laughed more. He wanted to kiss her lips again, and she wanted nothing but the same.

"You've brought me to the outskirts of the Small Heath, where there are portable homes and plenty of cow shit to keep a garden alive for years!" Sloan pinched her nose, giving Tommy a silly face as she sat beside him. "I wish you had told me, I wouldn't have worn heels."

The two of them sat under the stars. The soft autumn breeze was welcoming. The women from the homes had prepared a dinner for the young couple. Thomas was adamant on keeping Sloan out of the city. Campbell had harmed Polly just hours ago, and that scared Thomas. He feels conflicted though, with admitting to his family that he fancies the Inspectors daughter. Thomas doesn't quite know what to do.

"I reckon I was conceived here." He whispers, kissing the top of her head.

Sloan laughs, burying her face in his chest. "Well I'm honoured to be here, then. Despite the cow shit."

Thomas flushes. "I want to own this land someday."

"You should." She looks up and smiles at him.

"I've never told anyone that before," Tommy chuckles. He notices the long grass shift in the wind. "I've never really thought about the future like this, before."

"Why?"

"There was nothing really good for me to look forward to until now." He found himself looking at Sloan before admiring. "Until I met you."

Her heart melts, and she lunges at him, covering him in kisses.

Laying together afterward, Sloan had noticed the stars in the sky settle into bright white lights. She smiles helplessly, cuddling into his chest, the smell of him is delicious.

Thomas also gets lost in the night sky, with his lady by his side, what else can he do except take a deep breath and feel like life is complete. That night the two of them made love under the stars. It was slow and soft, yet feverish and passionate.

Sloan had giggled as the Thomas laid on his back struggling to breathe. "What is it?" He asked, oh, he could hear Sloan laugh forever.

"I've never made love outdoors before." She whispers.

"Nor have I." He replies honestly.

The two lay nested together until they fall asleep.

He had been stalling with the boys. Apparently things between "Grace the Barmaid" and Thomas had been progressing. The boys believed it, gullible they are. Polly stuck her nose up as Thomas told the family a lie. But regardless, they agreed, a day after tomorrow, they were to kill Sloan Campbell.

That evening as the two of them laid naked, listening to their soft breaths and the night sky, he had something very important to say. Something that's been occupying his mind since the first time the two of them went on a date.

"Sloan, why aren't your father and you close?"

Certainly she's just as fucked as her father is. It was John who said that as a way to excuse the fact that they were going to kill a woman.

"Well I don't agree with the things my father does, his values, his beliefs, they're...well, they're quite terrible." She reveals, feeling comfortable with talking to Tommy about this. "Aside from the fact that he used to hurt my mum."

He grits his teeth at the thought of young Sloan having to witness any form of abuse within the home.

Thomas cradled her head on his chest, as he tended to do after the two of them made sweet, sweet love. So, John was wrong, she isn't bad like her dad. She's just as loving and good as Thomas knew she was all along.

With that, he goes on to ask her an extremely important question. "Do you reckon you love me, Sloan?"

She stops running her hand over his chest and sits up to look at him. She's red from the sex, or perhaps it's the question he's asked her. "Tommy-"

Thomas sits up and combs through her hair. The loose curls that fall from her bun. "Honestly. Do you?"

"I..." She said, her eyes drift elsewhere. "I do have strong feelings for you but love?"

He swallows, making up his mind rather quickly. "I love you, Sloan. And I'm going to propose somethin' and I want you to listen to me."

Her eyes widen.

"Come away with me. Let's go somewhere only we know, somewhere quiet and freeing and-"

She puts a finger on his mouth. "What are you talking about? Running away?"

He grabs her wrist and Tommy leans in to run a hand over his jaw. He gets lost in her sincere eyes. "I don't much about the world, Sloan. Hell, I feel as though I barely know meself sometimes. But a life with you, I do want. I-I need it, to be honest." He set his lips firmly, his time his thumb runs over her bottom lip. "I'm certain about you."

"We can't run away together."

"Why not? I've got enough money to travel the world-" Please, please, please allow me this!

"I want to stay here." She whispered, watching the colour in Tommy's eyes shift from a soft blue to a the bright sea blue. Her fingers caress his cheek just as he was doing to her. "With you, n-not run."

His shoulders dropped. But he had hope, one last sliver of hope. Thomas noticed the crease in between her forehead and gently kissed it. "Meet me here tomorrow evening. Think about it, Sloan. I'll have my bags packed, and I hope you will too."

She nods, agreeing that she'll consider the idea of running away with Tommy.

Unfortunately, that night, when Tommy dropped her off at the hotel, he didn't receive a goodnight kiss.

Sloan didn't sleep. She paced around with nothing but an occupied mind. The truth was, she was beginning to fall deeply in love with Tommy. But to run away? It was something she didn't want.

It led to so many questions, like why did he want to run away? Why was he so adamant? Sloan felt her heart sink to her stomach as her heart rate lowered, she fell asleep with nothing but an aching heart.

The following morning, Tommy stood before his family. Today was the day Sloan Campbell was to be murdered. Polly still hadn't a clue of their plans so she was not invited to the final meeting. The entirety of that meeting, Tommy was quiet. He had his bags packed at home. He had sent a letter addressed to her to the Midland Hotel, a love letter if you will. One that contains solid information that will hopefully push Sloan into leaving with him. 

"Why is he being so quiet?" John had grumbled to Arthur who shrugged.

"I 'ave no fuckin' clue." He whispered back before the doors to the Garrison opened, revealing a shaken Polly. Her eyes are hungry for blood, her eyes set on Tommy.

"Been doin' your job have you?" She asks, hasty and panicked.

"What?"

"Spying on Campbell's child, Tommy, hows that been?!" She’s got her hands on her hips.

Fuck. He's been caught. Before he can confess, or lie, he cheek is met with Polly's hand. She slaps her nephew hard, like when she had caught him stealing from the baker down the street.

"Have you no disregard for this family?! You're fucking his daughter!"

Arthur stood from his seat, his eyes meet Thomas’s. "What the fuck is she talking about, Tom?"

“Oh yea, I’ve heard about the love letter you’ve written to her. The delivery man was practically shaking in his boots, Tom! Soon, Campbell himself will know about this!” 

“Listen to me-” Thomas begins, but Arthur lunges forward but John grabs his older brother. 

“Enough, Arthur! Sit down!” 

“I ought to kill the both of youse!” Arthur barks.

"She can't get hurt, Arthur! Oi! Listen to me!" The brother was clearly upset by how nonchalant Arthur was to his statement. Only once the brothers met each other's eyes did Thomas feel comfortable enough to speak again. "She can't get hurt."

"She's our enemy, what the fuck do you mean she can't get hurt?!" Arthur's eyes widen, he can't wrap his head around Thomas's statement. Not even a bloody week ago, the two were plotting her death.

Thomas grabs a fistful of his brothers shirt and pulls him to his chest. "You lay a finger on her and I swear, Arthur..."

"She's Campbell's daughter." He reminds his brother, just in case he tumbled and took a fall for the worse. John tries to break the two up, but there isn’t a soul that can tame Thomas when he’s passionately angry. 

But with the weak way Thomas executes his words, Arthur feels a pang in his heart. He knows that his brothers fell spellbound to the lady.

"Fuckin' hell, Tom..." Arthur takes a step back, swallowing. “You've fallen for her, haven't youse."

"She's happy." Thomas whispers, looking down as he chucked his cigarette on the cold street. "With me, I mean, she's happy."

“Fucking hell!” Arthur slams his hand against the table. “Out of all the girls in the land, you pick her!” Of course Arthur was thrilled for his brother, after all, he hadn’t been with a woman since before the war. But Sloan was too risky.

Polly speaks, "Tommy, you cannot love a woman like that, she, her father is an inspector for the government."

"But I am."

"You are what?" She's afraid to even ask.

"In love with her." He whispered.

“What do you want to do then?” Arthur finally asked after calming down. “Marry her and run off?” 

He felt his breath shake, “I honestly don’t know.” 

And yet, he found himself in Johnny's Yard at dawn. Thomas stilled as she stood on the grounds. He had wished, prayed and pleaded that she would accept his letter and pack her belongings. He saw her frame at the top of the hill, she stood beside the tree the two had laid in the past two evenings. Sloan’s heart was breaking as she stood by herself. No bags packed, all she had was the letter he had sent her at her side. She had met him here, this was the second time, and like the first, Sloan was quite anxious of what was to come.

Thomas didn’t allow the time or heart to say anything, so, instead, he cocked his gun back and swallowed. With her back to him, be began. "In the bleak midwinter."

She was shaking, and it pained Thomas to see her this way. She dropped the letter, the wind consumed it. Thomas looked up and watched as the love letter soared into the air.

"Thomas," She whispered. Sloan felt her heart in her throat, choking her. She clenched her fists. "Please why are you-"

"Shut up!" He snapped, it tore him apart. "Shut up."

Tears roll down Sloan's cheeks, all she can do is muster the strength to turn around. Her eyes met Thomas's, and when she saw the barrel of the gun, Sloan did feel like dying. Her heart was broken, the man she had fallen so rapidly in love with was going to kill her. This was a devastating love story. A tragedy she had read about in Julius book, Creid Erton.

"You didn't mean any of it then?" Sloan's voice is shaky as she speaks so timidly. "The love, the vow to protect me."

“I told you we should leave together. You should have listened.” His eyes glazed over. “You should have listened!” He shouts, and his fingers rim the trigger. 

There is a pop, and a bullet sores between the two. Tommy grabs Sloan and forces her to the ground, she gasps, looking up at Thomas who shields her, “Stay down.” He tells her. 

“Sloan!” Campbell’s voice comes from the bottom of the hill. “Shelby, you bastard, give me my daughter!” 

Sloan panics. “Let me talk to him” She tells Thomas, “He won’t hurt me if I tell him I’m safe-” 

“No!” 

“You pointed a gun at me, he thinks you’ll kill me.” 

Fuck, she’s right. “Be careful, please.” Thomas allows for her to stand, she slowly makes her way towards her father. 

“Dad, I’m alright.” She has her hands up. 

“What the bloody hell, Sloan?! What are you doing with Tommy? Do you know who this man is?!” Campbell lowers his weapon. 

“I love him, dad.” She starts.

“Love!?” He laughs, and raises his gun. “Yer just as stupid as yer mother.”

Thomas gasps and Sloan lets out a cry before a stray bullet punctures her shoulder, she falls back and sees the beautiful sky. Thomas is on his feet and shooting at Campbell who dies from a gunshot to the head. 

He races down the hill and grabs Sloan who is losing more blood every second. Thomas put pressure on it, and she screams in pain. He repeats that he loves her, and he’s sorry. Her world goes dark and the next time Sloan wakes up, she’s in a hospital in Belfast. 

And Tommy Shelby is nothing but a memory.

[mingishoe]

if you would actually want to see one of these let me know!

(This is kinda long... I’m so sorry I’m not using the ‘read more’ option so I’m so sorry if I’m spamming your feed)

(Also PSA these ideas are all my own and Ik some of them might be a lil cliche but I promise they’re all my ideas and I didn’t take them from someone else! Except the tiktok one)

Young Dumb and Broke (Series) - So this one is a lil weird but hear me out... I’m a bitch for Sugar Daddy stories but this is like a lil twist. So basically you got out of highschool and somehow got a sugar daddy (completely legal!!!) and like you got a shit ton of money and he like paid for your first two years of college so like you’re living the life- then he like puts money in your account... like a lot of money... and he buys you a bunch of shit so you’re literally living the life in his penthouse or whatever and then like you’re like hmmm ion need a sugar daddy anymore so then you’re like lemme tell him and then he like gets mad and is like get the fuck out... then you go and find your own place and like there’s no need for you to be worried about money or anything but you still go get a job just so you can be busy and you find a cute cafe and you get a boyfriend who happens to be your old sugar daddy’s son and like shit be happening. So yeah that’s what I have as of now and I think that could be fun to write

Guns N’ Roses (one shot) - I’m an even bigger bitch for Mafia shit and like a Hongjoong/Jongho/maybe Seonghwa Ateez Mafia moment? And like maybe a lil cliche moment but like the MC won’t get kidnapped by him or whatever but like she’s a little nosy bitch. Like not an annoying nosy to where she’d get fucked up by the Mafia but like nosy so tHe ScArY mAfIa bOsS thinks she’s cute, you know? So like she obviously knows who he is and like thinks he’s hot and wants to fuck. So she messes with him and is like wHy dO yOu hAVe a bLacK eYe when she obviously knows why he has a black eye. N e way... I think it would be cute or whatever but also not like a cliche he kidnapped me and I fell in love with him kinda moment.

Pancakes? (one shot) - So I’m even a bigger bitch for hybrid fics. Ik Im a bitch for a lot of stuff sorry... N e way I don’t rly know how to write one so I’d have to do like research or whatever about it and figure out anatomy of like whatever animal I’m wanting to do (probably a puppy or a kitten or a bunny bc I’m a basic bitch and don’t wanna do something cool like a snake or anything... but like MC would find said animal sOmEwHerE or maybe adopt it from the actual animal shelter instead of a hybrid one just bc they were in the animal form and not the human-hybrid form, you know? And like they take him home and like their new pet or whatever falls asleep on her tummy and like when she wakes up it’s a whole ass man and she’s like uhh what the fuck is a grown ass naked man doing on me??? And like they both get scared and like she offers him pancakes (hence the name) and like yeah they just live life after that with some conflict but it’s all good.

Temptation (one shot) - so guess what else I’m a bitch for... Vampire AUs... like who isn’t??? So like I really fuck with San/Seonghwa vampire moment?But like I really really fuck with the MC being the vampire... like there’s not a lot of one shots or series with the MC as the vampire so I think that would be cute and different. But also again, idk too much about vampire shit besides the cliche stuff and I’m sure I could take a different route with it rather than the usual uhhh shhh don’t tell anyone I’m a vampire or imma bite you kinda stuff. Or the we met in a club and imma suck your blood and you may or may not live kinda thing, even though those are my favourites and I read those all the time.

*Idk what name yet* (One shot) - I also really really like Harry Potter house AUs with maybe San or Wooyoung of Ateez... but I’ve never seen a full Harry Potter movie in my life (please don’t attack me) and I would have to like watch the movies and read parts of the books or like research stuff about the Harry Potter houses EXTENSIVELY (unless there’s anyone who wants to help me) but I rly like the whole the really pretty girl that everyone is scared of is in the Slytherin House and the cute shy boy in the Hufflepuff House has the biggest crush on her. And like she fucks with him bc he’s a Hufflepuff but she likes him too and just doesn’t know how to show it.

Hail Mary (one shot) - So like this is probably the most cliche on the list but the fucking Priests Daughter kinda shit is the best kinda shit out there. Like I would REALLY FUCK WITH A N Y member of ATEEZ LIKE FUCK! N e way- like the MC would be the priests daughter and like E V E R Y O N E knows who she is bc 1. She’s hot. And 2. She’s known for being like a goodie goodie. She’s the kinda girl that like has straight A’s in every class, doesn’t go to any parties, is at church all day every Sunday with her father. You wear a purity ring around your finger and all the boys just want to be the one to make you take it off. But like whichever member I pick (I’ve been wanting to write this for forever but I can’t pick a member from the ones listed above) actually likes you and isn’t just fucking you to get your ring.

Bookstore Girl (one shot) - So... I’ve had this idea for over a year (way before I started writing on Tumblr) it’s not rly that interesting or really original or anything but like one of my favourite songs is Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg and immediacy after the first time I heard it I thought “I’m writing a Namjoon fic based off of this song” and I have yet to do it. If you haven’t heard it before I really recommend you do! In the song it says “Oh bookstore girl, I wonder what your name is” and “Reading only the books that you'd recommend to me... knowing more than just your name, it wouldn’t be the same... remaining fantasy, that’s more romantic to me” and it really gave me the inspiration for like maybe the MC as the other regulars that Namjoon likes so he’s always asking her for book Recs or they’d just talk about books but he doesn’t know her name and it’s practically killing him bc he has the biggest crush on her but literally knows nothing about her. So yeah I’ve personally never rly read a fic like this??? But yeah i think it would be really cute.

Groupie (One shot) - so like PH-1 is like one of my favourite artists and like he has a song called Groupie and I think it would be really interesting to incorporate it into a fic. I was thinking maybe like Jin/Taehyung BTS or like maybe Minhyuk Monsta X would go good with this kind of fic? So like in the song it’s constantly asking if their a Groupie “Are you a groupie? Tell me straight up is you a Groupie? I’m trynna do me, don’t waste my time is you a Groupie?” And like I think it would be kinda a twist if he knew the MC was a Groupie but he didn’t care bc he actually really liked her and is willing to have her around as a Groupie than not at all. But like eventually the MC would like... stop being a Groupie? And like they’d end up together fr fr, you know?

Red? (One Shot) - So yk those TikToks, yes I have a TikTok addiction don’t come at me, that are like yOu aNd yOur sOUlMaTe sEe tHe sAmE cOlOur aNd oNce yOu fAll iN lOve yOu seE eVery cOlOur? So yeah those kind of tiktoks are really creative and I think it would be a really cool fic idea. This one is obviously not my idea but I could try and like make a spin on it??? If that makes sense? But I was thinking maybe Mingi ATEEZ

*idk a name for this one either* (One shot) - So you know how there’s like a million fics that’s like tHe dEvIls sOn, which no hate bc those hit different, but like there’s never rly any where the MC is like the devils daughter yk? I’m thinking either Mingi or Yunho Ateez. So like imagine the Devil sending his daughter to go collect this “pretty boy” and bring him down. He was said to be protected by the angles so you had to get him wrapped around your finger. You take an interest in the “pretty boy” and bring him down with you and you want him for yourself, let’s just say the Devil isn’t happy...

Wings (one shot) - So I’m really into the whole Angel/Demon and Heaven/Hell kinda thing incorporated into fics and like... I’m kinda thinking like maybe Angel!Yunho/Wooyoung(kinda funny Ik) and like Demon!San/Seonghwa and like you’re one of the few “angels” that can go back and forth through Heaven and Hell. You’re half Angel and half Demon which is the reason you could travel back and forth. You usually spend most of your time on the lower half... it maybe or may not be because of a specific Demon with wings so dark you almost couldn’t see them... however, in heaven... the boy with the whitest wings you’ve ever seen makes you want to keep going back. Your wings are gray, more specifically a dark gray meaning you’re more demonic than angelic, which makes you stand out in either place. The more time you spend with the boy with the white wings... the darker they become...

사랑해 (Saranghae) (one shot) - So like Ik there’s a lot of like HighSchoolAUs and I really really like them but I wanna take a little spin on it and do like a transfer student kinda thing. So I’m thinking maybe like Yeosang ATEEZ? So like they come to America (where you’re from) from Korea and you’re assigned to be their like? Idk what it’s called? Just kinda the person to show them around and make them feel welcome. So it’s a little bit difficult because of the language barrier so you try your best to learn Korean and he try’s his best to learn some English so the two of you could talk. You’re not good at korean, at all, but you know when you hear that word... you feel the same way.

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Hey who wants to hear the miserable story about how I had to deal with loneliness this year? Feel free to scroll on I just need to write it down to, I suppose close the chapter on the story? Read if your curious, or maybe also need guidance, or just want to learn some tips on how to help someone dealing with it. This will be poorly structured it’s just... getting it off my chest I guess.

People talk sometimes about university students often struggling with loneliness, and often going overlooked because they’re not seen as ‘vulnerable’ as other populations. I mean, look! They’re in a city! They go out every night and piss off the locals! They can’t be lonely!

It started back in 2018 (yup, that far back), when my friends decided that it would be better for my mental health if I didn’t live with them. No lie, that was the actual fucking reason. I was heartbroken; I’ve missed out on a lot of typical “growing up! Yay!” Type things because of my mental health, trauma and bullying and the fact that “living with friends” was gonna be added to the list was fucking heart breaking. But I dealt with it, because I had no where else to turn. No one else to move in with. I cried for like 2 hours solid after they so sweetly told me they didn’t want to live with me because I have *anxiety*. Not even one of the quote unquote “””scary””” mental illnesses (which would have been a MAJOR dick move), just plain old anxiety attacks and hiding from people to calm down. I proceeded to have break downs every Wednesday for 3 months while searching for somewhere to live, bc it was always a stabbing reminder that I was so unwanted.

(They planned to move in with 2 other people so it’s not even like they were only searching for a flat to fit *just* them)

I study 300 miles away from home, literally the exact opposite part of the country. Despite not having many friends growing up I was never lonely because I had a great family who would always chase it away. Maybe I was lonely a bit at school, but I could always come home and my parents chased it away. It was recurrent, but not constant.

I got a place for the new academic year. Studio flat, great location, tiny and over priced to Hell but I was in a safe area which was great because *no one was looking out for me anymore*. I didn’t have flat mates to check I was alive everyday, no one to chat to when I got home. If I got sick, I was completely on my own. My next door neighbour is lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s a working professional, and I’m a second year student. Everyone else in studio flats are mature students, masters, phD students or working people. And me. I have so little in common with these people it’s tough to start a conversation with them.

My birthday is early in the academic year, so we didn’t celebrate it until about a month after. Half of my friends didn’t even bother, no card, no presents. Okay, fine, I’m not materialistic, but acknowledgement would have been nice I suppose. This is the only time they came around my flat, and they are the cake I baked to celebrate.

But they inexplicably started to just stop interacting with me. There were 5 of us, they’d pair up in lectures and only talk between themselves between lectures and left me sat quietly trying to speak to someone, ANYONE, because hello? I haven’t got FLATMATES. I talk to NO ONE outside of this “friendship�� group. They don’t seem to care much, they just keep telling me how wonderful it must be to live in a studio.

They invited me round to celebrate another friend’s birthday at their shared flat. He gets presents from everyone, including the two that left me out. Their flat looks lived in, there’s board games out while I don’t have room for any of them in mine. They’ve got bean bags everywhere it looks so damn nice. “But your kitchen is bigger than ours!” Eve tried to tell me (an absolute LIE), but they don’t roll out of bed and immediately land in the kitchen. They don’t have to chose between watching tv, eating or living the flat any time they want to dry clothes bc there’s no room. I want to cry throughout the visit, I storm off once were done. I don’t know why. I know now.

Loneliness feels like a weight on your chest. It’s a double edged sword where both edges only cut you. You desperately seek interaction but it also upsets you. I wanted to hang out at their flat because I hadn’t hung out with them in nearly a month at this point, but when I got there I realised they hung out together every. Single. Night. While I cried alone in my room. It made everything so much worse. And they laughed it off.

They stopped posting in the group chat, they talked to me even less. Never invited me out, but there’s no way I could prove *they* went out so it was pointless complaining about it. I was meant to go to a concert with one of them, I reminded her about tickets an entire month before, offered to buy hers. She cancelled 5 hours beforehand. I went alone.

It was a Toyah concert. I fought back sobs in the opening song “Good morning universe”, because it repeatedly asks “how are you today?”. I was awful. I finally had it figured out. I was lonely, isolated, and I didn’t know what to do.

Before anyone gets too sad, the story only continues for 2 weeks past this concert.

1st November, they joke about how Blake, friend number 4, practically lives at their flat, and I get angry. Why does HE get to live there? Blake has flatmates, Blake’s not alone! I should be practically living there because there’s NOTHING in my flat but silence. The internet is on the fritz and I’ve yet to figure out the tv, I don’t even have background noise except the kettle! I storm off, vow to never interact with them again.

I go out for drinks with my neighbour for her birthday. She buys me a pint of coke bc I don’t drink. I hate coke, but I drink it all and chat with her friends. It was a great night.

That weekend I bake pumpkin cake and bread for knitting society, and calm down. I overreacted a bit surely. One more chance, that’s all I’ll give them. The cake and bread doesn’t all get eaten at the society so I bring some for them on the Monday.

Tuesday night is bonfire night. I sit in my flat wishing I could go out and see them rather than just hear them, but I don’t know where to go. I have no one to go with.

Wednesday im sat in lectures beside them, and a friend not in the group but still a friend comes over to chat. One of them excitedly tells her about how they went to a display last night “look at these photos I got of (friend in group)!” I ask if they went out last night, the phone is quickly put away, they ignore me. I ask again. The friend outside of the group is confused and leaves before the lecture starts. I spend 3 hours with loneliness ripping out my lungs, because how could they? They could’ve dropped me a message to say they were going and I could meet up, but they didn’t even do that? Why?

After the lectures finished I corner one of them. The first of my friends at university. The first person on my course I befriended. “Did you go out last night?” “Yes” “without me?” Another runs up “it was last minute it wasn’t planned!” Laughs it off. So I rush off. I don’t say good bye. That was it.

I went home and cried. Told my parents what happened. Cried down the phone to them. “It’s time to cut ties with them”. I know it is. It’s still hard.

So yeah. Miserable story. But any sad story should have a happy ending, right?

Yes.

The next day I told someone what had happened. She immediately called it bullshit and invited me to join her friends. They’re really nice. I like them.

I left the old group chat. No explanation, just “I’m hanging out with X now. Laters” and I left. I wrote my frustrations and explanation in a shitty poem, called it shitty in the poem itself, but also said they didn’t deserve better. They didn’t deserve even that, so I didn’t send it. I think it was a very sexy decision of mine.

But most importantly, through the hardest points, most of my weekly socialisation every week came from the two societies im part of: my society (knitting) and the nerd society. 4 1/2 hours a week of socialising isn’t enough, surprisingly. But it got me through.

But more importantly are the people I met there. I don’t want to tell them what happened, I fear they’ll be upset that they didn’t help more, but they helped so damn much. So much more than could ever be expected from anyone. That final Wednesday, when I’d cried my heart out, 2 people texted me out of the blue and lifted my spirits so much I laughed that evening where I’d cried in the day. Stupid texts too. “Baby rabbits and kittens, cos you’re a vet right?” And “I only just got this message, I would have LOVED some pumpkin cake 🙁”. Poor lads probably weren’t expecting the wild conversations we had afterwards but friendships blossomed from it. Sorry new friend, hope you like the cheese scone recipe you definitely did NOT see coming that day.

The society meets on a Thursday, but it was to be a video watching thing more than a social thing. Loneliness was still tearing me up inside, I wanted to talk to someone damnit! But I went because I needed cheering up. I laughed so hard, I sang theme songs with others, and we all went to the pub afterwards. I’d never been before, I planned to leave at half 10 so I could shower and go to sleep in reasonable time for a 9am lab. I got chatting to the cake boy at 22:25. By the time we left the bar and he’d had his fill of chocolate rolls at my flat (I offered, he was hungry and Sainsbury’s was closed) and I was in bed, it was 00:40. Oops.

But I wasn’t lonely anymore.

Whats there to learn? I suppose don’t take advantage of your friends. If someone is living alone, check on them OFTEN. Make sure you don’t just pair up for conversations in lectures. Invite people round more.

And don’t under estimate the power of a text message. The lack of one ruined one friendship, one daft one about pumpkin cake built another.

(And I baked cookies for my new friends and we ate them in front of the old friends. Get rekt).

[the-smiling-wolf]

I saw you post pet adoption stories and thought I’d share mine. My mother and I were fostering these two brothers, and their young mama too, and we knew they couldn’t ever be separated because they were the only two kittens in their litter. When we put out word about finding someone to adopt them everyone was only interested in the black one (probably because we named him T'Challa after the Black Panther). Also once people started offering to adopt him I had an awful nightmare about losing them, and then my mother told me that a coworker of hers who wanted to adopt them told her that she had lost her other cat when her boyfriend had gotten angry and driven it out into the woods to abandon it. That’s when we decided that it was so important to keep these cats safe that we were just going to adopt all three of them, even though we already had a (very shy) four year old calico girl I rescued from a tree when she was just a baby. I can’t believe how much these boys have grown in less than two months! When the lady at the shelter handed them to me I could hold one in each hand, now they barely both fit in my arms! Especially with how rowdy they are. We named the black and white one M'Baku but we’ve taken to calling him Little Velocirapter after seeing the new Jurassic World movie because of the dino-like trilling chips he makes, and the other is Little Panther (or Little Dragon bc of a cartoon my brother is watching that has a rather wild baby black dragon in it). 

(Submitting by one of my wonderful followers 😊🐺💖)

[michelemoore]

Takhuk

June 28, 2020

Michele Moore Veldhoen

 THIS BLOG BEGINS WITH TRIVIALITIES BEFORE ASCENDING INTO MORE WORTHY TERRAIN

Hi there, I hope this month’s blog finds you hopeful, cheerful, and immersed in some of your favourite summer places and diversions.

Over a year ago, I found this hilarious free stock photo on Pexels. I saved it hoping one day it would suit one of my blogs, but it never has. So, having many false starts to this month’s offering, I visited my photo file, saw this picture, and decided to just start writing about it and see what emerged.

Here goes…..

Let’s begin by asking - what exactly was the composer of this photo trying to convey? Humour? Was the prime goal to say, ‘surprise!’ and have people like me crack up?  Imagine the composer conceiving the idea of stuffing a sausage inside a banana peel? Was it the middle of the night? Was he or she hungry, just home from the pub? Had he or she, who I imagine accompanied by friends, already eaten three bananas and the other half of the sausage, along with a chunk of cheddar and a box of crackers? After which the composer and friends perhaps got into some other form of mind altering consumables which led to a philosophical look at the scraps on the counter? Or was there nothing close to philosophical musings going on? Were these pub crawling magic brownie eating clowns just having a good time playing with their food?

(If you are about now wondering if I’m speaking from experience, you would be wrong. This is the work of a writer’s imagination. Besides, I ate toast, not sausage and bananas when I got home in the middle of the night from the pub.)

You can imagine anything you want when you look at a photo like this, and I’m sure some of you are imagining things about this picture that you wouldn’t write down. I like the idea that the creator was simply playing with food and came up with this funny shot, but I also can’t resist the other obvious reason for this composition: the creator wanted the viewer to think about how assumptions are easily made about an interior based on an exterior appearance. Appearances can be deceiving, says this photo to me.

For example. A movie trailer. A movie trailer can be two minutes of captivating entertainment – action, humour, or great scenery.  So we get all excited, put on our pj’s, make a big bowl of popcorn and settle in for an evening of….captivating entertainment. An hour later, disappointed, popcorn finished, we’re considering an extra early bedtime.

Pricing can also be deceptive. How many times have we paid top dollar for something only to find it performs no better than its’ competitor at half the price? Although in many cases it is true that you get what you pay for, it is the truth in this statement that is leveraged by companies looking to deceive us into paying a high price for something built no better than the standard version. Manufacturers of small appliances like toasters and blenders are good at this. All shiny and stainless steel and fancy LED lights on the outside but the bread comes out half toasted and the blade can’t even chop ice. Humpf.

Of course people themselves are the most deceptive of all. An old friend of mine once walked up to a stranger, a woman whose stomach was protruding. My friend patted the woman’s stomach and said, how exciting! When are you due? That’s right. She wasn’t. To this day I’m grateful I learned that lesson through my friend’s mistake rather than my own.

We humans are notorious for making assumptions about people based not only on their personal appearance but also their possessions. Take a house.  

Imagine a house with trim that never looks weather worn, that has fresh paint on the front steps every spring. A house surrounded by a tidy yard, the grass always cut, snow always shoveled. Decorative shrubs and trees always pruned. This house smiles upon the neighbours who walk by and admire it from the sidewalk. This is a house we would gladly approach if our cell phone died and we were stuck with a flat tire in a snow storm. (I just looked up photos of serial killers houses by the way, some of them look just as tidy as I have described.)

But when one day we are actually stuck in a snowstorm with a dead cell phone, we ring the doorbell of that house and no one answers. Through the blinds on the window beside the door we can see the light on in the kitchen at the other end of the house. We can see television light flickering on the wall. We ring again. Still no one comes to the door.

Now, what would we assume at this point? They can’t hear the bell? We can hear it, so we know it’s working. Perhaps the resident(s) have headphones on? Or are hard of hearing? Perhaps there is just one person home, a single woman, a young person, and they are afraid to answer the door. Perhaps whoever is watching the television has fallen asleep?

We make these kind, and reasonable assumptions, based on the exterior appearance of the house. If the house had worn out steps, peeling paint, and a rusty dented car parked in front, would we even choose to approach the house? If we were stuck in that snowstorm with the dead cell phone and it was the only house with any lights on inside, we may have no choice. So we ring the bell, and no one answers. We hear the bell, we see the flickering television light. But no one answers. What do we assume?  They’re rude? Lazy? Drunk or high? Are we relieved they didn’t come to the door because from the looks of the house and car we feel slightly uncomfortable? Rather than ring the bell a second time, we rush away from the door and begin searching for a house that looks better.

Meanwhile, inside the first house, the door wasn’t answered because the two residents, a married couple, are in the middle of an argument. They have lost 50% of their household income due to the Covid-19 pandemic, they can no longer afford both car payments or the mortgage on the recreational property in BC they had purchased three years earlier. They have both been drinking red wine, heavily, to try and numb the shock of their sudden financial distress, which has brought into sharp focus a fact they have known for years – they have lost touch with each other. The financial crisis has become a relationship crisis. When they heard the doorbell, they looked at each other and froze. Both were too emotionally charged, too fragile, to face another person at that moment.

In the second house, the situation was exactly the same. Except the bills they could no longer pay were not for new cars or a lake house, they were their son’s university tuition payments and the Canadian tire bill for the new patio furniture they had bought last summer. They were arguing about how much to list it for on Kijiji. They were arguing about whether or not they should sell their house. They were both employed when Covid hit, and then both of them lost their jobs. They were drinking wine too. When the doorbell rang, they felt their shame was too bare to face another person.

Our instincts will have us shy away from places and people that don’t fit our perceived ideas of what a good safe place, or a good safe person, should look like. After all, we are tribal by nature. Birds of a feather flock together. It is deep in our flight or fight response to put our guard up when we are confronted with a member of our species that doesn’t look like they fit our tribe, our flock.

But it’s also deep in our nature to recognize and connect with heart. Animals do it all the time. A mother cat takes a duckling into her family. A dog befriends a kitten, they become friends for life, the dog would die for the cat. In wild animal refuges, animals of different species, including the human handlers, become inseparable.  Each creature in these relationships gives or receives a sense of security from the other, regardless of glaring differences not only in their appearance but in their very species. In the wild, a mother cat would kill the duckling and feed it to her kittens. A wild dog would see a kitten as food as well. But these are pets, they are cared for, they are safe, they are loved. And so they can easily wear their hearts on their paws. At the animal refuge, where each creature is well fed, safe, loved, and free from fear of or domination by other species, heart becomes the strongest instinct. Heart is expressed easily, joyfully.

Of course we too, can, and do, tune into heart, as we do all over the world, every day. It is only when our deep, instinctual fears are stoked, or when we feel truly threatened, that those deep flight or fight responses rise. Right now, for example, I’m feeling the fight response toward the country that is holding our two Canadian Michael’s hostage. I use my higher order thinking to separate myself from that response and remember it is not the country, but the specific individuals with too much power in charge of that construct of ‘country’, that are responsible for this crime.

I see people afraid of Covid in the grocery store, usually older people, lash out at younger people who aren’t keeping their distance to the standard the fearful person feels they should. I believe that for many of us, Covid has activated our deep survival instincts, which are always tied to fear.

Every day, in this incredibly diverse and interconnected world, we look at a surface, an exterior, of an object, a building, a person, and experience a response that is either born out of assumptions or born out of heart.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,  The Little Prince  

Strange and unpredictable, isn’t it, what a writer’s imagination can do with a photo of a sausage inside a banana peel?

www.thetreeswallow.com

[beatconductor-blog]

[04>: you up?]

[> Hng. Bad time. Not like it will ever be a good time again, right? 😎>04: am i ever]

[04: we may never know. what do you have in stock for cat toys and adjacent?]

[😎>04: aw shit i sorry i spaced out for 😎: two hours 😎: uh havent been in my warehouse in a hot minute 😎: got a bunch there like mostly hello kitten stuff bc people like a good bit of illegal brands 😎: also a lot of other random stuff tho most of it is reserved for nepeta]

[04: i'm not gonna lie i'm just looking for gifts for nep.]

[😎: well fuck me cant have you gift her anything better than i do 😎: but turns out taking some unannouced offtime kinda made a dent into my sales soo i guess i can have you look around 😎: not like im desperate or anything]

[04: sweetheart you know i can have your back if your wallet's low, right?] [04: i'll be outside in a bit.]

😎[: like you dont already do > Well fuck you. Gdi.]

Clover 01/15/2019

> Your narrator's too tired to do this all fancy. You are There.

Dave 01/16/2019

> Sure alright, you're there too, totally not a day later. Where's the meeting? At the office or before your house? > Anyway, shit. You've already been nervous before, but actually seeing the green lil guy now fills you with so much anxiety and pain.

"Sup."

Clover 01/16/2019

> House ig?? "'Ey shadesy. You ready to show me 'round?"

Dave 01/16/2019

> Oh look, time to be even more nervous. You excused yourself from your bros because, you know, you actually got a business to run. Hope none of them are seeing you with Clover. "Sure. Hop on. I'd say if I had a car. You up for a walk?" > God please say he brought a car.(edited)

Clover 01/16/2019

"I can call a tax if you're out of shape," your tone is playful, if only because you're shoving your distress over literally everything deep deep down.

Dave 01/17/2019

"Yeah lets go with that, sure, that works." Meanwhile you'd absolutely love to repress all that feels bad you kinda stopped doing that when you got a moirail w*ho's dead now and can't really help you with all these terrible feelings and trauma and it's all because of these green fucks and-- You're incredibly uncomfortable and not nearly as good of an actor as pretty much everyone else in this city.

Clover 01/17/2019

Your mouth parts a bit as if you're going to say something, but you cut yourself off, breathing in and rubbing your face as you let out a sigh. As usual, a cab happens to drive by as soon as you need one, and you flag it down.

Dave 01/17/2019

Of course he immediately manages to get a cab. Actually a bit of a relief because you wouldn't wanna stand around here with him for another couple minutes. "So hey uh, real nice of you to get some stuff to treat Nep" you say as you get into the car, because you'd rather ramble down some nonsense than to suffer in awkward silence. "Been wanting to get her some stuff too but I'd been a bit hard to find some fitting free days to get together." First there was the paralysis thing, now this.. You know she's been kinda affected by this too, but you've honestly not been in the right headspace to worry about that too.

Clover 01/17/2019

Step one: don't overshare with the already distressed dealer. Just be chill. "Yeah," you say, leaning on the car door when you get settled inside, "she ain't been doin' too great, and she's th' last person to deserve that, bein' what an angel she is. None of us really have, but....think she's been hit deepest. Gotta do what I can to help, you know?" Instructions unclear, got dick caught in he brought it up first it's not your fault.

Dave 01/17/2019

You're quiet for longer than is usual for you. I mean you're pretty quiet these days either way, but considering you've just been rambling off, the pause is very notable. It's just. A lot to process. You love Nepeta a lot and god she's the last one you want to also be affected by this, but. 'Hit the deepest'. Yeah. Right. Hn. "'s cool. You.. got anything specific in mind? Like, there's a whole ton of plush and brand and off-brand jewelry and weird ass figurines, or are you just gonna be flooding her whole room in this stuff."

Clover 01/21/2019

"Basically just give me everything I can get, probably?"

Dave 01/21/2019

"Yyyeah alright I can work with that I guess." This is a business deal, no more and no less. Focus on that, Dave.

Clover 01/21/2019

"...You're rather lucky, you know." > You lean on the car door, and the rest is muttered under your breath, easily dismissed. "To be unaffiliated. We talked about the pain that it brings to be with both, what it feels like, how deep in hell you can get- but. When this kind of thing happens, you still pretty much answer to nobody and everybody. You still have a choice who you talk to, who you trust, who you work with. I wish I had that."

Dave 01/21/2019

You, likewise, lean against the door and look out the window. God, what wouldn't you give to just space out for a bit just now, but no, you're listening attentively, and give a dry and voiceless laugh in response. "Right, so lucky I am. Watching whatever friends I got left hurt and kill each other while I gotta play good ol Switzerland or else I'd be like, choosing sides, and stuff. But at least I can do deals with either side, get that good cash for all this junk. And hey, if I play nice enough, no one's out to hurt me, probably, minus a bit of extortion here or there yeah alright. Least I can chose not to trust anyone. Just the same old shit everyday."

Clover 01/23/2019

"Mmmm yeah 's fair enough, isn't it. Grass and greenness and all that noise, aye."

Dave 01/23/2019

You hold your breath for a moment, so many thoughts running wild in your head, but none that are good enough as an answer. You eventually let out a long drawn sigh. "Yeahh. It's like everywhere sucks." Almost as if a few assholes in this city fuck it over for everyone. Fortunately it shouldn't be too far to your office anymore.

Clover 01/23/2019

"Everywhere does suck, that's basically just Midnight City summarized." A soft huff through your nose. "It's all we can do to try to find gems in the dirt, I guess."

Dave 01/23/2019

"Ain't that the truth." You find yourself clutching your lower arm, the spot with the tattoos. Despite all... there's still some people you care about and that make you happy. They're making it worth it all.

Clover 01/23/2019

You hop out of the taxi and pull Dave's side open, humming to yourself as you offer to help him out.

Dave 01/23/2019

Not like you need help, but hey uh, if he insists. The hum reminds you to take a moment before getting out to put yourself back into a better mindset. "Alright, hope you got a van ready cause there's a lot of shit to pick up. Also bags are 10 cents each."

Clover 01/23/2019

"Can get one. I can also have 'em bring my own bags."

January 24, 2019

Dave 01/24/2019

"Eco-minded, I like that. Don't need to have plastic bags pollute the river any more."

Clover 01/24/2019

"That river gets anymore polluted and it's gonna start producing backstories for comic mutants."

Dave 01/24/2019

"Some might think it already does. Would make a good enough cover story at least."

Clover 01/24/2019

"Maybe I'll use that sometime."

January 25, 2019

Dave 01/25/2019

"I'm expecting royalties for the idea."

Clover 01/25/2019

"Your royalties are me coming to you as often as I do."

Dave 01/25/2019

"That's fair." > Well, as you talk, you're on your way inside into your stre, skipping the office room and heading right up and down some stairs into a room designated as the storage for all kinds of cutesy and mostly harmless merchandise, filled to the brim with plushies, toys, accessories of all brand and no-name variety. "Knock yourself out I guess."

Clover 01/26/2019

> Ehh you mostly just pick out a bunch of stuff and get someone to get it back to the manor with you. Not really much of note left to be had here.

Dave 01/26/2019

> Cool cool. Hella good and awkward business transaction.

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Oh, today’s post is a goody!!!

Today, I’m talking about creature comforts…and by that, I mean the pets that bring us comfort when we’re in pain, or just needing a little extra loving. This is a guest post and I’m going to be introducing you to several of my Internet friends and their furry companions.

Lets start with Catherine Taylor and her Bichon Chloe. Catherine shared this with me:

Bichons in general are very loyal and Chloe and I bonded from the start. It was like she imprinted on me … she was my shadow. When she was a pup, we had her outside one day, playing in the girl’s sandbox/play centre. It had a small slide and the girls put her at the top of it and ‘encouraged’ her to slide down it. Chloe was having nothing to do with it. I went to the bottom of the slide, crouched down and called to her. She turned around and saw me and tentatively made her way to the top, looked around once and then slid down to my waiting arms. This dog trusted me 100%. I love animals and feel privileged when an animal trusts me. I believed this dog would risk her life for me, if she had to. We were friends for life.

Chloe comfy in the chair

When I developed fibromyalgia, she stayed by my side as I spent more time in bed resting. She could have stayed near the action (and food) with other members of the family downstairs, but she became a fixture, literally, at my feet and often lying over them. It was like having a weighted therapy blanket (didn’t know about those back then). She wasn’t too heavy, just the perfect amount of pressure to make me feel snug and my feet warm, which are usually cold. She’d stay for the duration while I slept. Wherever I was, she was beside me.

Chloe laying on Mommy’s legs in bed!

As anyone can tell you, it’s comforting and soothing to have the warmth and devotion of another being close by, one that doesn’t require anything from you. Studies have shown that blood pressure and heart rate decrease when petting an animal. Chloe passed away last year and I miss having her by my side.

What a sweetheart!!!

Our next guest is Elaine Zena Feather and her precious rescue baby Felix

Felix is my gorgeous rescue fur baby. He’s been with me almost a year and a half and he was barely more than a kitten when arrived. My granddaughter named him Felix which is also special. We’re not sure if he had been abandoned but he was definitely very nervous. He was happy to come to me straight away and have cuddles but he kept finding little hidey holes when we first got home (including diving into my drawer under the bed and he would not come out lol. My son had to remove the drawer and coax him out. Before long he made himself right at home, stretching his long, furry body out on the carpet.

Stretched out!

  He is such a loving boy and will lie right next to me wherever I am, snuggling up and wanting lots of cuddles. He will lie on my lap and turn himself over so he’s lying in my arms. Then he’ll put his paws up to my face for me to kiss them. I cannot imagine my life without him. He follows me round like a dog and comes running when I call. He’s very vocal and “chats” away to me. He really is a comfort and is loved by all my family. He is also very good with my grandchildren especially my grandson who was totally besotted with him. He has beautifully long fur and is happy to be brushed and will even roll over for me to do both sides lol.

Felix showing off his luxurious fur

His one “downfall” is he keeps bringing me “presents” which I do my best to rescue and then release back into the wild. Unfortunately I have ended up being bitten a few times by rescued mice and boy does it hurt. I just sometimes forget because I just want to try to pick them up before they disappear somewhere in my house that I won’t be able to find them. I can’t really blame Felix though because it’s what cats do and we have amazing open fields at the back of us which is a great hunting ground. They say having an animal reduces stress and stroking them is very good to reduce blood pressure but also to keep you alive longer. I totally believe that’s true cos having my snuggles with Felix is wonderful and makes me forgive him anything……..even him waking me up at 4am to go out lol xxx

Elaine and Felix cuddling each other

I love how furry Felix is!!

Our next guest is Julie Villefana and her Old English Sheepdog Don Pedro

I have been living and coping with having Fibromyalgia as well as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome for many years. At the beginning I slept a lot, as well as cried and generally felt very unhappy. My mum lived with us, so I was busy hanging out with her. She basically got me out and about as little as I did. Then about 10 years ago my mum had a stroke and was first hospitalized and then placed in a Nursing Home. I was devastated. I had lost my only friend who really understood, or at least tried to understand my new-found life. Even though I am happily married, my hubby is away a lot. So, about 8 yrs ago we decided to get an Old English Sheepdog. We named him Don Pedro and he was 8 weeks old when we brought him home.

8 weeks old

He was so small that he fit on my mum’s tray on her wheelchair! He forced me to not only have to take him out to do his business and general exercise, but also to learn to smile again. He brought and still does, bring such joy to the world! He attracts attention wherever we are. Many stop to ask questions about him, to which I have to reply, naturally. He made me happy again. Sometimes I feel that I have to dress the part to just take him outside to be seen by the world. Plus, he is such a character and certainly has a personality of his own.

Playing with his girlfriend

If it weren’t for him my life would be very much duller. He seems to have adopted my lifestyle in that he rests when I do, which is a lot. Plus he seems to sense when I am at my worse and snuggles beside me on our bed. (We actually had to get a bigger bed as he tends to jump in ours and slowly push us to the edges so that he can stretch out)! I post a lot of pictures of our Don Pedro on Facebook and Instagram, etc, because he is so photogenic and adorable to us at least.

Look at that smile!

Just being adorable

We have been on the front page of the news twice, including even winning a Lookalike Competition! And now that we have recently moved to Victoria, he is constantly being photographed by the massive array of tourists. Yes I realize that his breed don’t live forever, and we hope that he will be with us for many more years of sheer joy, we know that he will leave us one day, where I will have to carry on as best I can, but for now I will enjoy everything that he has to offer. I thoroughly recommend an OES for anyone housebound and in constant pain as am I.

    Julie and Don Pedro enjoying the snow

I can’t wait to meet Don Pedro as Julie and I are friends in real life and she just moved to my town of Victoria, BC!

And finally, there’s my pet, Dorie. What can I say about my sweet kitty? We’ve had her for 9 years now, since she was a kitten and she is definitely MY cat.

Dorie at 10 weeks old

She plays with Ray but she cuddles with me and I’m the one she curls up to at night when it’s bedtime. She sleeps tucked right up beside my tummy, as tight as she can and only moves when I need to get up to pee. She waits for me to come back and get comfy and then *boom* she’s right back in there again!

She seems to instinctively know when I’m having a bad day too. She loves to come curl up in my lap on those days, offering me comfort. On other days, when I’m blogging or otherwise occupied on the computer, she’ll stay close enough to wait to an opportunity to sneak onto my lap whenever she can!

Just waiting for her moment!

Dorie has two special toys that she considers her babies – a blue crocheted string and a small stuffed bunny. She carries Bunny and String around the house, chirping at them and leaving them in the strangest places. We’ve found them in the food bowl before, and I once found Bunny in the recycling bin and the bathtub! Our rule is that we never move them unless absolutely necessary.

Bunny and String

Here I’d only set my motorcycle helmet down for a short while but apparently it was a good home for both toys! Dorie makes me laugh with her antics and I think that’s one of the best things a pet can do for you when you live with chronic pain – laugh!

Do you have a pet that helps you feel better? Tell me about it in the comments below and if you’d like to be featured in a post like this in the future, send me your information in the Contact Me form and I’ll be in touch!

Thanks for reading!

There is always hope!

Creature Comforts Oh, today's post is a goody!!! Today, I'm talking about creature comforts...and by that, I mean the pets that bring us comfort when we're in pain, or just needing a little extra loving.

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RS: | I Emerge From the Kitchen | Victorious | ! | RS: | I had to Resort to a Recipe | I am Afraid |

RS: | But | I still Experimented | and I am Pleased with What I Created | So | RS: | That is What Counts | ? | Haha |

RS: | Anyway | I should Clean | RS: | But | ! | I am Leaving This Here | RS: http://68.media.tumblr.com/92ed838ec2f15c55b589a2a0aca03215/tumblr_mwmmoelMPM1solp3co1_1280.jpg

RS: | Forgive the Hay | That is the Only Spot in This Entire Hive | that has Adequate Lighting |

SA: i was going to send hadean the hotel address.

SA: but instead this is here

SA: something in me has died.

RS: | Hahahaha |

RS: | What | Are You not a Fan of Seafood | ? | =:) |

SA: pheres you put shrimp in gelatin.

SA: why in god's name did you put shrimp in gelatin.

RS: | I was Curious to See How It would Taste | ! |

RS: | Also | It is Not Just Shrimp | Obviously |

RS: | I Emulsified a Fish | for Flavour |

SA:

SA: 😖

RS: | =:) |

ID: have you... tried... it...?

RS: | You Know | If You are Coming Up to Retrieve the Gremlin | I can Make You a Plate for the Road |

RS: | Oh | No | Of Course Not |

SA: no please no

RS: | I'm not Eating It |

SA: i will have my bourbon salmon at my five star restaurant, thank you.

RS: | =:( |

RS: | Perhaps I have Poured Bourbon into This | Prisma |

RS: | You do not Know With Any Certainty |

RS: | Unless You Try It | ! |

SA: i said bourbon salmon not that I am an alcoholic.

RS: | Well | If This has a Fish | RS: | And It Has Bourbon |

ID: ...who did you. make this for...?

RS: | Is There Really a Difference Between the Bourbon Salmon |

RS: | And My Bourbon | Uh |

RS: | | |

SA: pheres... that's. not how cooking works.

RS: | Gelatin | Shrimp | Fish | Creation | ? |

RS: | Yes | Well | People Keep Telling Me That | But I have Yet to be Convinced |

RS: | =:P |

SA: i sent the reservation information, hadean.

SA: I have to go lie down before pheres stresses me out any further.

RS: | Oh | I'm only Teasing | RS: | I wouldn't Feed It to You | It was Made for Emerel's Viewing Pleasure | Don't Worry | =:) |

ID: hahah. i think you already spooked him off...

RS: | Oh | ! |

RS: | | I didn't Genuinely Upset Him | Did I | ? |

RS: | He is rather Difficult to Read | But I was only Teasing |

ID: i think your. creation just. upset his... refined palate.

ID: and he's had, uh. a long night to boot...

ID: so i wouldn't worry about it.

RS: | Oh | ! |

RS: | Ah | That's Unfortunate | RS: | Do Tell Him I was Joking | ? | If You Would | ? | I Hope He Feels Better Later |

ID: i'll pass the message along, he'll probably just request that you never cook him anything ever. dnw.

RS: | Hahaha | RS: | I can Cook | ! | I just | Choose to Experiment | It is More Fun that Way |

RS: | Are You Aware that You can Cook a Roast in the Microwave | ? | RS: | Or | Ah | The Revolving Radiation Machine | =:B |

ID: ahahah you might want to. post a picture next time you make something that looks nicer... so he can see.

ID: no. but i don't have much interaction with revolving radiation machines!

RS: | Ah | But What does He Consider Nice | ? |

RS: | That is the Question | ! |

RS: | Because He was Parading His Five Star Restaurant like A Badge of Merit | RS: | And I Have Eaten at Enough of Those | that I am Aware of the Sort of Things They Sell | RS: | I do not Make a Habit of Cooking Songbirds | Tragically | Sipara would Object | =:B |

ID: hahah he seems to like seafood i guess. i know he likes sushi.

ID: and sweet stuff. like desserts.

ID: and citrus.

RS: | Oh | Everyone loves Citrus | That hardly Counts |

RS: | But | I suppose I will Have to Strive to Impress Him with Something Nicer | Next Time | RS: | Some Sweet | Citrus | Desert | =:P |

RS: | Do You Cook | ? |

ID: i catch things and usually fry them on a fire. but i don't know if that... counts...

RS: | I don't See Why It Wouldn't |

ID: i dunno. i always think of cooking as... using an appliance. and spices.

RS: | Nonsense | RS: | I Mean | Yes | Spices are Lovely | But It is Still Cooking | RS: | They are Hardly Necessary to the Creation of a Meal |

RS: | Salads Don't Require Either of Those Things | And They still Constitute Cooking | RS: | | I Think | Haha |

ID: fair point. i. also think.

ID: =:P

RS: | =:B |

RS: | Are You Feeling Alright | ? |

RS: | Oh | That was Abrupt |

RS: | | Mm | The Question Remains |

ID: i mean. a little. but i don't have room to judge do i? =:P

ID: i'm. fine!

RS: | =:? |

RS: | Are You Certain | ? |

ID: i mean. mostly fine. wounded ego and all that stuff.

RS: | Yes | I Noticed That | RS: | You're being Meeker than Usual |

RS: | It doesn't especially Suit You | RS: | | =:/ | Is There Anything I Can Do to Help | ? |

ID: haah, no. it's fine! me and sips are gonna fix it. things'll be fine in. a few nights probably!

ID: and pris. pris is helping too.

RS: | Are They | ? | That's Good |

RS: | A Touch Alarming | Given Her Preference of Solutions | But | Well | RS: | I suppose That is the Three of You's Business | Haha |

ID: ...hahah, yeah. though in her defense she did not come up with the solution, merely... encouraged it?

ID: what are you up to now that your. masterpiece is complete...?

RS: | Oh | Should I Ask What Your Solution Is | ? | Haha |

ID: ....uh.

RS: | Mm | Don't Fret | I won't Ask Further |

RS: | If You Don't Want Me To |

RS has attached BONES.JPEG! It's a picture of a kitchen table that's been meticulously cleaned off and is covered in large white bracelets large enough to slip over a horn. Several have designs carved into them, and one is in the process of being carved, going by the dremel drill nearby.

ID: ahahah, just a little fight. nothing impressive.

ID: huh. that's neat. seems like a lot of work!

RS: | Oh | Haha | You are Like Sipara | Aren't You | ? | RS: | Mm | Be Careful | ! |

ID: dw, dw. nothing like a new fight to make you forget about the old one, right?

RS: | Yes | Well | That |- IS -| Her Philosophy | RS: | Haha |

RS: | It Is a Lot of Work | But It is Relaxing | And | It's Worth It | RS: | Considering How Specialised Most Horn Accessories have to Be |

ID: it's a good philosophy! =:P

ID: yeah that makes sense. is this a hobby for you?

RS: | It Is | ! | I Make My Jewelry | Haha | RS: | It Isn't As If I Have Any Other Use for All Of These Bones |

ID: are these for you then? or do you make them for other people?

RS: | I Make Them for Myself | Sipara Prefers Gold Jewelry |

RS: | And Emerel Only Wears Black | Haha | RS: | Would You Like One | ? | =:) | I Expect They could Fit You Well Enough |

ID: i think my rack has a lot going on already. but thanks for the offer! they do look nice.

RS: | Mm | Yes | RS: | I suppose There might Be Objections to My Attempting to Dress You Again | Given the Faire | as Well | =:P |

ID: hey, i was mostly alright with the outfit! =:P the vents did keep me cooler.

RS: | Mostly Alright | RS: | =:P |

RS: | Well | As Long as They Kept You Cool | Their Purpose was Well-Served | Haha | RS: | Are You Getting Along Well with Sipara | Then | ? |

ID: hey, it was a drastic step away from my usual t-shirt and jeans okay. mostly alright is as good as it gets.

ID: oh. uh, yeah! we're having fun.

IA: Hell-o every-one!

RS: | Is This Travelling Arrangement Permanent | ? | I am Just Curious | RS: | And | Hello | IA | ! | How are You | This Fine Night | ? | =:) |

ID: uh. i don't know about that. we didn't talk about it or anything...

ID: hi ia.

IA: I'm quite well, thank y-ou f-or asking! And y-ourself, RS?

IA: Hi ID! Did y-ou fight y-our friend yet?

ID: i wouldn't say he's a friend. =:P and not yet.

IA: I see.

RS: | Oh | My Apologies | ! | I am Not Trying to be Invasive | RS: | Merely Curious | But | Ah | I think I am Asking Too Many Questions Tonight | RS: | And It is Unkind | Given Your Nerves | So | Sorry | =:( |

RS: | I am Lovely | IA | Thank You for Asking | ! | RS: | Attempting a Night Without Work |

RS: | It is Not Going Entirely Well | I am Unsure How People Manage It | ! |

RS: | Although | I have Captured Two Infantile Meowbeasts | RS: | One Squirrel | and a Large Snake that were All Roaming Near My Matesprit's Hive | RS: | So That was a Touch of Excitement |

ID: ehh. it's fine...?

IA: D-o y-ou w-ork f-or a shelter? --Or animal c-ontr-ol, RS?

RS: | Ah | Your Text says One Thing | Hadean | RS: | But Your Love of Periods | Your Use of Uhs | and Your General Hesitance | RS: | Implies Otherwise | =:P | Haha |

RS: | And | No | I Don't | RS: | His Hive is Simply out in a Rural Area | So There are a Number of Small Animals | RS: | that Enjoy Attempting to Breach the Interior | and I'd Rather Kabiir Not Eat Them |

IA: --Oh n-o! That s-ounds very unpleasant f-or the kittens and squirrels and snakes. G-o-od j-ob keeping them safe!

RS: | | RS: | Thank You | ! | =:B |

RS: | You should Both Tell Me About Your Hobbies |

RS: | If I have Not Scared Hadean Off Entirely | Haha |

IA: I d-on't have many -outside -of w-ork I'm afraid. I'm a little b-oring :(

IA: I'm t-o-o much -of a w-orkah-olic, th-ough I d-o enj-oy watching tv s-ometimes, d-oes that c-ount?

ID: sorry to report not scared off! am checking in to a hotel tho.

RS: | Oh | Nonsense | ! | I am Sure You are Perfectly Fascinating | RS: | We all Think Ourselves Boring | After All | But That is Merely Over-Exposure at Work | =:B | RS: | Television Certainly Counts |

RS: | And | Oh | ! | What Sort of Hotel | ? |

RS: | Or | Well | Never Mind | RS: | Are You Two Already at The City | ? | ? |

ID: yeah. uh. it's a...

ID: ...it's a. really fucking nice hotel.

IA: That's g-o-od!

AA: he is lying. AA: it is the best fucking hotel i have evern seen, holy shit. they have G O L D D O O R K N O B S.

RS: | ? | Oh My | AA: G O L D D O O RN K N O B S.

ID: ...where's the room service stuff.

ID: i can't. imagine what the room service is like.

AA: (oh my god, i bet the rnoom sernvice ppl arne, like, fucking tela.)

AA: (tela.)

AA: ( T E A L S. )

IA: Check the bathr-o-om, d-o they have bubble p-orts built int-o the garden tubs?

IA: Th-ose are always my fav-orite and y-ou kn-ow y-ou have a g-o-od h-otel if they have th-ose.

ID: why are there two traps. man this is fancy.

AA: bc prnisma is considernate and wants to have a bathtub parnty, duh.

AA: you two can soak like fish and hollern acrnoss the hall. >:}

AA: it is B O N D I N G.

AA: .. shit, he needs to grnow out his headfluff so i can brnaid it.

AA: and y! therne arne bubble pornts. i think. wtf is a garnden tub.

ID: so are you saying you aren't gonna soak like a fish. =:P

IA: Ah, a garden tub is a very big, r-o-omy tub. Excellent t-o share and usually deep en-ough t-o, s-o t-o speak, s-oak like a fish.

ID: ....oh there's an outside.

SA: do you see the building with the amber dome?

ID: pris! uhhhh. yes.

SA: i am on the third floor from the top of that building, right set of four windows.

SA: hello.

AA: y, y. me and prni will rnotate tubs like schools of fish. orn w/e. obvs. >:P

AA: omg omg. AA: prniiiiiiiiiii. can you see the waving? >:}

ID: we are now both waving. =:P

SA: sort of.

SA: not really.

SA: I could get a scope out and then I could see you, however.

ID: oh well. we can see each other tomorow. for food.

SA: i will pick somewhere less awe-striking than the hotel. I don't wish to spoil you both 😂

ID: too late. the moment our fronds touched the golden doorknobs we were forever ruined.

AA: ^^^

IA: They're sp-oiled n-ow, Pris. They -only deserve the best n-ow.

SA: I didn't think they were solid gold...

SA: i did better than I thought. 😊

AA: it's trnue. >:P and you should totes pull out the scope, prni, and get a gandern of my totes sweet outfit. AA: like, N O RN M A L L Y, i'm like, all against folks pointing guns, but it's wornth it. since yrn not overn herne.

AA: it has a headband!!

ID: i do like the headband.

ID: soon i too will have a sweet outfit. we can all look sweet together.

SA: Maybe I will then.

SA: Hang on.

SA: yes I see you now.

SA: look at you.

SA: adorable

SA: I'm happy you're here in the city finally

IA: This is such a sweet c-onversati-on.

IA: I'm s-o glad f-or all -of y-ou t-o meet!

SA: yes.

SA: ❤

AA: 💚

IA: Are y-ou guys dating? :)

ID: sorry it took us a while pris. =:P 💚

AA: uh. uhhhhhhhh.

ID: are you both cheating on me with each other? =:'(

ID: i'm crushed.

AA: n, soz, as much as i love, like, havin' _two_ dudes hanging off my arnm.. AA: they'rne not prnetty enough.

AA: hads has only got hairn down to his ass. like, n, ankle orn bust, gtfo.

SA: i'm plenty pretty.

IA: --Oh, I'm s-orry, I was aiming that for SA and ID. I ap-ol-ogize!

SA: oh.

ID: man i knew all those trims i did weren't worth it-

IA: Y-ou b-oth seem very cl-ose and y-ou send each -other a l-ot -of hearts.

ID: oh man sorry sips you aren't in this ship anymore. time to drown.

AA: y, prni, yrn the prnettiest yellow at the ball. it is trnue. but -- AA: whaaat? gdi.

AA: stfu, hads, i'm gonna drnown both of you in the tubs in a jealous rnage now.

IA: N-ot t-o menti-on y-ou guys seem t-o talk with a sense -of tenderness ab-out and t-o each -other.

AA: that's totes how they do it, rnight?

SA: drowning is not the way I wanted to die.

IA: I didn't want t-o assume s-o I th-ought it'd be safe to ask.

ID: at least choke me out with a belt sips jeesh.

AA: n. if i cull you the way you want to, it's not a jealous rnage, duh.

AA: then it's just fucked up pitch.

AA: and who wants _that_. >:P

SA: do you want to consider Hadean's past reactions to things or are you happy assuming he wouldnt

SA: and no.

ID: wow rude.

SA: it's what i am here for.

SA: how are you tonight, IA.

AA: lmfao.

ID: if there's no green heart coming i'm gonna punch you- i'm punching you. =:'(

SA: --

SA: 💚

SA: do not punch me with your one arm.

AA: iiiiiiiii'm gonna go get some food. bbl, loserns.

SA: oh, see you later sipara.

ID: pick me up something. =:P

AA: n. >:}

IA: G-o-odbye! :)

ID: =>:'(

SA: ... is Sipara okay

ID: i hope so. =>:( since you said this is the city of violence and crime and nasty shit....

SA: ah.

SA: that too

SA: I have picked out a creperie for tomorrow

SA: also

ID: oh cool. uh is it close? or are you gonna come here and bring us... there.

SA: I only have one motorcycle and it is unsafe to move more than one other person on it

SA: we can walk, or I can call a car

SA: it is up to you two

ID: i'm sure we can walk.

ID: though hey you and sip both have bikes. neat.

SA: oh does she have one too? I thought she just had the truck?

ID: the bike can only fit so many trolls.

SA,: well yes 😛

ID: i'll wait up for her to get back here. hopefully it just took her a while to find a place that was affordable to eat...

SA: okay. Let me know when she comes back 😦

SA: I'd offer to talk until then but I don't really have anything to say.

SA: I can't believe i am getting a gremlin baby

ID: i will.

ID: that counts as something to say. what are you gonna... name it?

SA: ...I don't know.

SA: I could just. remain calling it gremlin.

SA: i could call it cupcake.

ID: well. time to think up a name before you get it.

SA: i want it to be cute.... that's all i know.

SA: it's so hideous it's name has to balance out it's ugliness.

SA: like sweetiepie gumdrop

ID: pffff. sweetie for short?

SA: Yes. Or gummy.

SA: i suppose gummy better fits you now though how many times you've been through the grinder in the last few days.

SA: how is your lip.

SA: is it no longer gummy

ID: =:P thanks pris.

ID: my lip healed up first. that was just... surface damage.

SA: it looked horrid though 😦 but mouth injuries usually do.

SA: i'm glad it's better.

ID: that's the fun of mouths! they bleed on everything.

AA: mouth injurnies arne the wooooornst. AA: 2bad you don't scarn, hads, orn you could've had a wicked sweet one.

SA: noses too.

SA: and if you're extremely talented.

SA: eyes.

SA: oh--

SA: sipara, hello.

SA: i was worried.

ID: man don't remind me of what could have been sips. =:'( also yes. we were worried.

AA: ?????

AA: dnw, dudes, i did not get mugged by any mean grneenies. >:}

ID: =:P or snatched up for who knows what. good!

SA: or blue bloods. mafias here like blue hires.

AA: lmfao. i don't sparnk enough forn that. >:P totes no good forn kidnapping, soz. AA: i did, howevern, mug a grneenie forn baked goods. AA: i come bearning D O N U T S.

AA: ... why do you have mafias??

AA: >:?

SA: what sort of domuts?

SA: because Provenance is riddled with criminal courts and mobs. they run the city.

AA: oh, shit. dornuts* AA: ty, ty.

ID: awww, and here i thought you said no to bringing me food. 💚

ID: man make sure you guys chain me up at day or else i might get stolen.

SA: only if they know where you are. Also they will take you and the chain with them.

SA: fun!

SA: you had mercy on him, sipara.

SA: a saint.

AA: n, hads, dn get me wrnong. AA: i brnought donuts, i didn't say you got to fucking eat 'em. >:P they arne for prni. duuuh. AA: 💚

SA: 😂

SA: eat one for me, sipara.

ID: =>:'(

AA: and wtf, wherne arne yrn legislacernatorns??

ID: maybe the mean mafia trolls will bribe me in to their cart with donuts.

SA: i'll give you all the "low down" when we are in my loft.

SA: if you wish.

SA: let us just say the police here are seldom better than the courts.

SA: there is a reason vigilant business like mine is so successful.

AA: laaaaaame. AA: temasek's a hole, but at least, like, the imps keep it fucking clean. >:{

SA: the only good police are in West Haven -- where almost no lowbloods actually stay.

SA: so it is moot.

ID: ...that's where we are right.

SA: 🤷

SA: yes.

SA: Unless you go to Port Solais and stir up trouble you should be fine. I was mostly exaggerating.

SA: but we do have "wake up in tubs of ice" stories.

ID: i thought we stuck out. =:P i thought it was our stunning personalities.

AA: lmfao. y, ditto. AA: thought the looks werne forn ourn grn8 looks. >:}

SA: yes they're fond of that.

SA: they will do it in restaurants too, at certain times or a tcertain ones.

SA: it isn't that West Haven is exclusively high blooded, but rather low bloods are only in it to work usually.

ID: ahh, highbloods. they never change.

SA: they do not.

SA: i still am trying to recover from the one who was

SA: very worried about my face

SA: while simulanteously handing me a bounty countract.

SA: yes, I need your sympathy and pity while you also throw me to the dogs to catch you ex quad.

SA; tell me more about what a poor baby i am.

ID: you're just too cute pris. but also useful. it's a hard balance for a poor charmed troll!

AA: shit, you two arne just rnegularn old pitybait.

SA: maybe if i get cracked in the face again i'll look "rugged" enough to deter their cooing.

SA: aren't we?

ID: only sips' mangled body can protect us now.

ID: awesomely mangled, btw.

AA: .. shit, you can't do what i do, neithern, can you? AA: b/c you'd get squicked if you went and hit on anyone pitch.

AA: starnt wearning a moirnail rning and tell 'em yrn taken. >:}

ID: oh, yeah. the rings thing.

SA: i don't think it would help.

SA: these are usually the sort of people who look at you and say

SA: well no one has to know, right.

SA: don't you want to have fun.

SA: 😐

SA: and then they reach for my thigh and it gets very awkward when i break their nose into their skull

SA: am I joking.

SA: am i serious.

SA: we will never know.

AA: make it fuchsia. come up with a hot heirness gillhead who's 2jelly not to call you on the hourn. AA: orn -- whoa wait what.

AA: ... idc if yrn joking orn srns.

AA: we should totes cull someone anyway. >:P

SA: 👀

SA: i would rather have a real quadrant than make one up.

SA: also let's avoid a group murder activity.

SA; I would like to show you all how nice Provenance is. When. people aren't dying.

AA: aww. i thought that was how we'rne gonna bond. >:"{

ID: damn, gotta put away my knives now. =:(

SA: ...

SA: 😮

SA: i must rest.

SA: goodlight. ❤

AA: light, dude. 💚

ID: oh, okay. light. =:) 💚