#it smells like straight up arson

[blackthornwren]

I find myself having the same conversation over and over again, and it goes along the lines of "You have the cutest dresses/shoes, but don't you ever wear jeans/boots? I only ever see you in dresses/shoes, aren't you freezing?" And I typically explain that not only do I only wear dresses, I even shovel snow in them and love going barefoot in the snow.

The next variant of this conversation is going to be very amusing for me when I tell someone that I put out a house fire while barefoot and wearing one of my cute little dresses.

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Grougal: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! Qilby: But I'm a vegan. Grougal: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

Qilby: You’re overthinking this. Yugo: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Qilby. What if I’m underthinking?

Qilby: Let’s write Efrim a friendly note, shall we? Dear… Incompetent… Dumbass…

Yugo: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Grougal: The cow?? Chibi: What? Adamai: Grougal, W H Y?

Qilby: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Mina >:O language Yugo: Yeah watch your fucking language Chibi: Okay, who taught Yugo the fuck word?! Adamai: 'The fuck word'. Mina: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Glip: Oh my god they censored it Qilby: Say fuck, Mina. Efrim: Do it, Mina. Say fuck.

Efrim: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Yugo.

Adamai: We should normalize not loving family members. Yugo: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck brother, Qilby” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

Chibi: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. Mina: Well, that was entirely predictable. Chibi: One of them punched a gang member. Mina: Qilby? Chibi: Yugo, actually. Mina: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

Baby Grougal after being born: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Yugo: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Grougal: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Adamai, recording: This is so cute.

Qilby: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Glip: … Qilby: Oh, right. The lying.

Balthazar: I hate you sometimes. Qilby: Well according to this picture Mina drew of us holding hands that's not true. Balthazar: Qilby, you drew that. Qilby: It doesn't matter.

Grougal: This should be illegal! Chibi: It is.

Phaeris is casually searching around the room Adamai: Hey Phaeris, what’re you looking for? Phaeris: My will to live. Mina walks into the room Phaeris: Oh, there it is.

Nora: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Yugo, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

Nora: Made you all playlists! Nora: Efrim, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Nora: Chibi, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Nora: And Shinonome has the ABBA Gold album.

Nora: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT. Yugo: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes.

Kidnapper: I have your father. Yugo: What? I don't have a father… Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Yugo: Oh my god, you have my brother Qilby.

Shinonome: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Balthazar: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Chibi: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Balthazar: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Adamai: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Balthazar: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Yugo: You don't think I can fight because of my height! Chibi: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Qilby can fight in that dress either. Qilby: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

Chibi: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Yugo, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

Efrim: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Grougal: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Efrim: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Qilby: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

[heliopauseentertainments]

Trick or treat! What kind of shenanigans do you think skywarp and rodimus would get up to? I feel like they would get along like a wildfire.

That's a great question! Let's find out!

Bonus Barricade due to narrative necessity.

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"So, let me get this straight," Barricade started, scowling at the two idiots in his lockup.

Smoke still wafted off of Rodimus's overheated plating; Skywarp smelled of ozone from flouting the laws of physics.

"The fire in the temple district was an accident, not arson, right?"

Skywarp shrugged, while Rodimus nodded... only for them to glance at each other in confusion and switch gestures: Rodimus shrugging and Skywarp nodding.

"You two must think I'm really stupid if you expect me to buy that."

[hauntedhopeghost]

Part 2 of my previous post except it’s now things people said to me/I heard people say/i randomly came up with:

Also features a little bit of shipping lol-

(These are the least out-of-pocket ones I could think of lmaoooo)

Dark: I swear, I’m going to commit arson right now-

Chosen: After you eat your lunch, you can’t burn stuff on an empty stomach

Orange: Red, the next time we go over to someone else’s house, you’ve gotta talk more to other people

Red: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Orange: Red, you spent the entire hour upstairs, squealing over the cats

Red: THE CATS ARE CUTE, OKAY?!

Green: I’m going to go to the bathroom, someone watch my headphones

Yellow: Don’t you mean your food?

Green: No, I don’t care if anyone steals my food, but touch my headphones, and we’ve got a fucking problem

Red: Hey, you got the drugs?

Blue: Yup. *opens a pack of Tic Tacs*

Green: Hey guys, Purple and I are dating

Blue: Wait. You guys weren’t already?! Everyone thought you guys have been together for months.

Chosen: Some motherfucker sprayed fart spray all over the place, and now everything smells like rotten eggs

Second, without skipping a beat: Ten bucks that it was Dark who did it

Dark: Nah- That shit’s nasty. Even I wouldn’t go that far.

Yellow: I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a perfectly responsible and reasonable person who wouldn't ever break the rules-

Orange: Don't listen to him, this guy somehow managed to hack into the loudspeaker, and played Never Gonna Give You Up for two hours straight

Yellow: if Green hadn't vetoed my other idea, you would be suffering through the Duck Song

Blue: is the duck song worse than a rickroll, or better?

Green: I could think of one thing that's worse than either of those

Red: The Gummy Bear Song?

Green: I was going to say Cocomelon, but yeah, that song was weird af

[kawaiichibiart]

PRSK Unit Shuffle AU Incorrect Quotes pt.5 (Our Found Family):

Kohane: Christmas lights?

Tsukasa: Check.

Kanade: Thermos of hot cocoa?

Tsukasa: Check.

Toya: Santa suits?

Tsukasa: Check.

Minori: Shovel?

Tsukasa: Check.

Saki: Alibi and bail money?

Tsukasa: Check- wait, WHAT?!

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Minori: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Kanade: Theft.

Kohane: Disturbing the peace.

Saki: Aggravated assault.

Toya: Arson.

Tsukasa: All of the above. In that order, probably.

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Squad reactions to being called straight:

Toya: The fuck, no I'm not.

Kanade: Excuse the hell out of you?

Tsukasa: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Kohane: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Minori: Rude.

Saki: *punches the person*

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*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Saki, Toya, and Kanade: *spinning a little and talking*

Minori, Kohane, and Tsukasa: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

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Kohane: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Kohane: Violently practices.

Minori: Violently studies.

Kanade: Violently sleeps.

Toya: Violently shoots pictures.

Saki: Violently boxes.

Tsukasa: Violently murders people.

Kanade: Violently worries about the previous statement.

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Saki: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Minori: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

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Toya: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.

Saki: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

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Tsukasa: Wow, it sure smells like wrong dog in here!

Kanade: Oh buddy...

Tsukasa, already sobbing: ASK.

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Saki: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Kanade: Which one? I can't do both.

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Kanade: I’m quick at math.

Toya: Ok, what’s 38 times 76?

Kanade: 24.

Toya: That wasn’t even close.

Kanade: But it was quick.

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Tsukasa: I’m sorry for being annoying.

Tsukasa: It will happen again.

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Kohane, talking to Saki: Well Saki, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Tsukasa do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing.

Saki: …

Tsukasa, from the distance: She's not wrong though!

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Toya: Just say when.

Kohane: When.

Toya: I-

Toya: Now or later?

Kohane: Oh.

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Toya: Can we get a birthday cake?

Tsukasa: It’s not your birthday.

Toya: The cake won’t know!

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Minori: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong.

Toya: *Sipping his drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

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Tsukasa: Come on, you need to go to bed.

Kohane: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die!

Tsukasa: …

Tsukasa: What the hell, Mr. Snuffles—

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Saki: So, Tsukasa is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Toya: Why?

Saki: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Tsukasa, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Minori: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

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Saki: Where have you been all day?

Kanade: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

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Tsukasa: You three, explain right now!

Toya: It was Saki.

Kanade: It was Saki.

Minori: It was Saki.

Saki:

Saki: …fuck.

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Kanade, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Tsukasa.

Tsukasa, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child.

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Saki: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver.

Saki: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.

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Kohane: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

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Minori: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

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Kanade: “Struggle with depression” would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

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Minori: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?

Tsukasa: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!

Minori: Mean.

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Saki: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Tsukasa: Wasn’t Kohane with you?

Kohane: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Minori: Tsukasa, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.

Tsukasa: *sigh* Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

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Tsukasa: You believe me?

Kanade: Tsukasa, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

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Kanade, proudly: I slept.

Minori: Is that so much of a rare thing that you have to say it?

[abbatoirablaze]

Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 2

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  mentions of death, arson, angst, mentions of secret relationship/cheating.

Vanessa Jareau

“McGowan doesn’t want to take the case, and my unit liaison has made sure to pass it off, but you need to see this JJ,” you frowned, looking at your older sister, “it-“

“Ness, you really can’t be trying to pass off your own agenda for a case onto me,” she frowned as she pursed her lips, “I know that there are certain cases that hit everyone differently, but-“

“JJ, listen,” you said quickly, cutting her off, “McGowan doesn’t want to take it because he doesn’t want to be stuck on a college campus with a bunch of kids and Hughes straight out refused because he doesn’t think that it’s a serious thing because there’s only been a handful of fires with no real deaths until now...but this is a serious arsonist.”

“Arsonist?”

You nodded and queued up the video.

“Bradford college in Tempe Arizona,” you said quickly, explaining the situation to her, “a student recorded the fire that was in the building across from them, when their dorm caught fire.”

Her eyes nearly bulged, “what?”

The video started off a video of the building across from them which was ablaze, and two students wildly asking if the other was seeing what they were seeing.  And then they heard the clicking coming from the opposing side of the room.  The doorknob was turning, and then something was being poured under the door.  One of the kids commented that it smelled like gas, before it lit.  The student began screaming and the roommate put down the camera to put him out. 

You stopped the video and looked at your sister, “he died, JJ.  First fire that the unsub started that killed someone, but it’s a progression.  One that’s finally claimed a life.  I think the first fire that they recorded was a diversion...something to draw the attention away so that the unsub could go for the real target.  I think the unsub’s real point was to kill these students.”

“Alright, you have my attention,” she sighed, “Hughes and McGowan really refused these?”

“I know that Anastasia tried to convince McGowan, but it didn’t work,” you frowned, “and Smith didn’t even bother trying to sell it to Hughes...just gave him the choice.  I thought liaisons were the one that chose cases.”

“For the most part we are,” she frowned, “but if a team leader is aware of a case that requires their attention more...they can pull rank and go on that assignment.”

You took a deep breath, “Can you just look at the case file?”

She sighed and held out her hand, “I’ll put it in my stack, but I can’t promise anything.  Gideon and Hotchner don’t usually interfere when I pull up an assignment though.  They trust my judgement.”

“Thank you.”

“You owe me!” she smirked, walking away.

“I love you and you’re the best big sister ever!”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” she laughed, walking off and out of your office.

“Well, we took the case!”

You sighed as you took a drink from your water bottle, “thank god...I knew that my team wasn’t going to take it, but with this many fires...the first starting in March...it’s escalating, Garcia.”

“You’re right,” she frowned from her side of the video call, “I just got a call from the team.  There was another fire.  A professor died as a result of it.  They think that he was targeted, but they don’t know why.”

You gasped, your throat instantly feeling tight.  You bit your lip, “wh-what?”

“Yeah...so I guess it’s good you convinced JJ to take it,” she frowned, “Otherwise, they’d be yet another step behind them.”

“Jesus...”

Penelope removed her headphones from her ears and looked at you, “Oh god...Ness...I-I think something just happened...”

“What?”

She unplugged the headphones and turned up the speaker, so that you could hear the message “you have reached the FBI tip line for the Bradshaw College fires:  Karen.  I do this for Karen.”

“Did that jus-“

“Yup,” she said nervously, “wh-who’s Karen?  Is she the stressor?  Is she-“

“You would not believe how many calls I received today that claims the arsonist is a firefighter!” JJ laughed as she came into Garcia’s office. Both of you froze on your call, and you could see the question in her eyes.

“Jennifer...” you said nervously, looking back behind your friend to your sister through the camera. She immediately stopped laughing as she read the reactions from you and Penelope.

“What’s wrong?”

Penelope replayed the audio, and you watched as your older sister’s stomach dropped, “the unsub.”

“The unsub.”

“Ness...I love you, but I have to go and call my team,” Penelope apologized, “I’ll call you back when I have more leads.”

“Okay,” you agreed, “I’m waiting on my team to call me back, so I’ll dig further into the school’s registrar to see if I can find out any connections to a Karen.”

“Thanks!” she said quickly, “call me back if you get anything.”

Samantha Reid

“Sammy...what are you doing here?”

You turned around in your brother’s chair, “waiting for you, goofball...”

“Are you...going to introduce us?” Morgan teased slowly.  You could practically feel his eyes wandering up and down your body though your own gaze was caught on someone else entirely.

“Samantha...”

“SSA Hotchner...”

“He needs help...”

“I’m sorry, Doctor Reid, but I can’t give your brother special treatment,” one of the instructors, and supervisory special agent Aaron Hotchner frowned, “look, your brother did great in the classroom-“

“Aaron, please,” you all but whimpered, your hand falling onto his bicep.  He bit his lip, and his poker face fell away, “please...Spencer won’t listen to me...and I know that you could help him out on the more...physical side of the job.”

“Samantha...this-I can’t be doing you any special favors...”

“It’s not for me.  It’s for him.  I know that I’ll be fine when it comes down to it, but he’s not--Spencer is an asset...he’s just not a meathead,” you said slowly, “you’re only doing the bureau favors by offering to help him.  H-he can’t wash out, Aaron.”

SSA Hotchner looked around the empty gym for a moment.  When he noticed that the two of you were the only ones left he sighed, nodding to himself, “I’ll approach him and offer to tutor him, Samantha...but if he says no-“

“He won’t,” you said quickly, cutting him off.  You leaned up and kissed him softly, “my brother--he’s an idiot sometimes, but he knows he needs help.  He just wouldn’t be the one to ask for it.”

His eyes fluttered open softly, and you found yourself nearly melting into his doe eyes and long lashes, “you know...it’s a mood killer when you talk about your brother and kiss me...if I were to analyze that-“

“Don’t get all Freudian on me, Aaron!” you teased, gently pushing him.  He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and your eyes met once again.

“Hayley is out of town for the week,” he said slowly after a second, “she’s spending time with her sister...”

Your eyes met his and you bit your lip, “I thought you said it was a one-time thing, Aaron...us...doing that...”

“I don’t want it to be.” he admitted desperately.

“You’re married, Aaron...”

“You didn’t have any issue with that a second ago when you kissed me,” he pointed out, “or when I kissed you back.”

“Aaron...”

“I know what really happens when she visits her sister...she does the same thing with some other nameless man, while you and I run around together,” he frowned as he tried to explain his case, “we fell out of love with each other years ago, Samantha...”

“Then leave her...”

“I would,” he said slowly, lacing your fingers with his, “I would if I knew where this was going...if this was going somewhere...”

“You two know each other?”

“Dr. Samantha Reid,” Hotch said quickly, glaring you down, “everyone, this is Reid’s twin sister.  She’s on one of the other teams, also working for the BAU.  I’m sure you have seen her around before, haven’t you?”

Morgan sputtered, giving you a double take, “twin sister?”

“We’re fraternal,” Spencer said quickly, “it means that unlike identical twins, we don’t look alike, and developed from two different eggs, and we only really share half of our genetics.”

“And yet they’re both geniuses?”

“They say that intellect derives from both the combination of genetic and environmental factors,” Spencer said quickly, “and we ended up sharing a similar environment and-“

“Well, I’m more well off socially,” you smirked, nudging your brother, “and I’m obviously the prettier one.  So our environments were a tad skewed from each other.”

“You can have your social skills and vanity,” Spencer scoffed, “I still edge you out by four points intellectually.”

“Four points,” you scoffed in return, “on your best days maybe.”

His smirk only grew as he pointed out, “four points still counts, Sammy.  It means that I’m the smarter one.  And the older one.”

“Age has nothing to do with intellect you neanderthal.”

“A neanderthal that is still smarter than you!” he teased.

“Wow, there really is two of them...”

“I’m sorry, can we back up to the part where Reid has a hot twin sister.”

“Careful with the wording, Morgan, Dr. Reid also works for the bureau,“ Hotch growled, “she’s on McGowan’s team.”

Your eyes caught his, and you sensed the slightest bit of anger, mixed with a tinge of jealousy. 

“I just hung around after I finished my paperwork,” you said softly, looking at your brother, “got your text about your flight and figured you’d want to get a late dinner.”

“Sure, I just hav-“

“Dr. Reid, could I see you in my office, please?” Aaron asked, cutting your brother off.

“Me, or-“

“Samantha.”

The two of you shared a look for a moment, and the rest of his team seemingly backed off.  You nodded and stood, following the team leader out of the bullpen and to his office.  Closing the door behind yourself, you watched as he closed the blinds.

“I know that-“

“What are you really doing here, Samantha?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your brow furrowing, “I came to see Spencer.  He told me that they were getting in, and I figured I’d stay for a little bit and-“

“We had an agreement, Samantha.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, “look, Aaron, I know that you don’t want to be around me, but we both work here.  It’s going to happen where we see each other around the office from time to time.”

“I was ready to leave my wife for you, Samantha,” he admitted angrily, “this isn’t just about me being upset that you’re in the office late.  I was ready to leave Hayley and-“

“And then you got her pregnant, Aaron!” you hissed, “so really has the moral high ground here?”

“Samantha...”

There was an air of tension in the room as the silence took over.  He looked away from you and your jaw clenched, “I was willing to put my career on hold...was willing to go into being a liaison and stay out of the field so that we could have a relationship, Aaron...because you were worried what would happen to me if I was a field agent...and you knocked Hayley up.  You decided that we couldn’t move forward with our relationship.  So, you don’t get to act hurt...because the only one that lost anything was me.”

“Samantha-“

You were quick to pull away from him as he reached for your hand, “don’t touch me, Aaron...”

“I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, Samantha.  I didn’t know that she would get pregnant.  I-“

“How couldn’t you know?” you asked, “You were having unprotected sex with her.”

“She told me...she said that she was on the pill, okay?” he asked, “she knew that I was going to leave, and she tricked me...”

You shook your head, “you don’t get to play the victim card, Aaron...you still could have left her after she miscarried the first time...but you felt guilty...you asked her if you could try again...you still love your wife.”

“Sam-“

“No...I don’t fault you for it, Aaron...but I-you don’t get to be the one that is hurt because of it...” you said slowly.  When he didn’t respond, you shook your head, wiping the tears from your face, “now...I-I’m going to go out there.  And I’m going to take my brother to dinner...and we’re going to keep ignoring each other.  Just like we’ve been doing for the past two years, okay?”

“Samantha-“

“Aaron...”

“Fine!” he huffed sadly. 

You nodded and started towards the door.  But your heart broke just a little when you were about to open it.

“Just so you know...I never stopped loving you either, Samantha...” he muttered, “she may have the ring, but you were the only one to ever truly have my heart.”

S1 E3

[chunkymamatam]

Heyo! Baby shifter here! :)

Any recommendations on things to script? I've been messing around with my scripts lately and don't want to realize that I forgot something crucial too late!

Woah sorry for the late reply for some reason Tumblr didn't notify that I had so many asks! I don't usually get any so I'm not in the habit of checking either. Again sorry for the wait.

Anyway scripting straight up doesn't work for me but I'm pretty well verse in these things regardless cuz I mean I've been shifting for 4 years just about. Keeping this one sfw cuz idk how old you are. Might add more to this if I think of more.

I personally would suggest scripting...

In:

Scenarios that you for certain want to happen

plot armor/protag luck

any powers you'd like to have

any skills you want to have(Unless you learn it naturally over there you won't bring it back)

If you're in classes, that you have good grades

what your parents/home life is like

if you really feel like it your backstory (Written like you're telling actual events you've already experienced)

charisma

courage (Cuz where we go we need it (￣y▽,￣)╭ )

age adjustments(College DRs, Aging down characters to be your age, aging yourself up or down, etc)

romantic interest/plotlines (if you're into that)

you always smell good

You only have to go to the bathroom at convenient times

(If you're a flesh eater in a DR) You're built different and don't have to eat people

scene appropriate background music (You get your little anime moment (╯▽╰ ) )

Out:

Romantic rivals

bringing back trauma

character deaths

undesirable plotlines, behaviors, plot devices, etc

(If theres a mind reader present) Can't read your thoughts/memories. Rick Roll them

If you don't like the crimes script that out too(Murder, arson, theft, etc)

cheating

Keep in mind a lot of these would change the plot significantly and you are probably gonna run into quite a few unexpected things. So just be prepared for those significant changes.

[d1onysusw1n3]

Luke castellan -

daughter of Dionysus pt 2.

╚»★«╝

Tw: lil bit of spice, alcohol bc well Dionysus, Astrope,Luke,Jake,And Amy are all 18+

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You know, I'm one of the most powerful people in the world, and yes I said one, Just above straight Men and Old white ladies with that one ugly side pixie cut, I'm a demigod, and a damn powerful one too. I believe everyone has morals, Sometimes I don't necessarily follow mine, but A for Effort. Anyways this all started when me and my stupid friends decided to throw a damn party late at night whilst stealing wine from the janitors cabinet and while potentially threatening his cabin with arson. Honestly like I said I do have morals, they just don't agree with me.

I sigh shaking my head at the sight before me. Currently me, Jake, Amy, and Luke were sat in My dads office as he was supposed to “scold us” due to the party Amy threw for "thanksgiving", though we all know it was just her trying to wow a boy, like usual. To be real honest with you, if it was Chiron I’d be quaking in my boots. If it was anyone other than my dad, I would at least feel guilty for it. “You bozos got yourself in trouble and now instead of me sitting down drinking my Diet Coke, I’m here yelling at kids!” He screams throwing his hands up. Classic Mr. D move. Being more mad at the fact we cut into his “Me time” than teenagers stealing alcohol and threatening the janitors house with arson. “Rigggght, so your mad because your here, not because Astrope threatened to burn down Tito’s cabin?” Jake says again with a squint biting his lips while scrunching his face in confusion.

“Get out.”

We all head out his office in a straight line I turn around opening my mouth to say something, probably idiotic, and would do nothing but piss my dad off more. Though he just slammed the door in my face making me pout. “ASSBUTT!” I scream at the closed door. "SHUT IT RED." My dad screamed back through the door. rude.

“My dessert privileges are revoked until I’m wrinkly but damn was it so worth it” Amy sighs in content. “Anyways catch ya losers later gotta run” she waves at us before walking off to the Aphrodite boy shes been trying to court.

"Dude does she ever just enjoy being single." Jake sighs at her. I slip my hand into Luke's as he zones out on the new kid Percy. Man I don't know what's gotten into him but its throwing me off, i don't have a good feeling at all.

I feel a small squeeze of my hand, my eyes trail over to his beautiful features, you could tell he was God gifted. I see a soft smile grow on his cheeks. Immediately I felt better. I just smile back giving him a peck on his nose. He bends down planting a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"Mmm, you smell like sweet grapes." Luke mumbles while his lips are still attached to my forehead.

"EUGH YOU GUYS ARE WORSE THAN AMY." Jake rolls his eyes while fake gagging.

"Hey jake~" A Aphrodite daughter waves at him seductively.

"Hey baby what's going on?!" He immediately stops fake gagging and wraps a flirtatious arm around her shoulder while trotting away.

"Dude he's such hypocrite." I mutter.

"BITCH!" He turns yelling at me.

"WHORE!" I scream back.

“You guys are a handful.” Luke sighs while dragging me to our field. Last time we made out there grape vines spouted all around us. It was beautiful. But embarrassing.

Luke’s pov:

“Would I be the daughter of Dionysus If I wasn’t?” Astrope says as i pick her up twirling her around.

“You make a good point princess.” I mumble in awe of her raw unique beauty.

“Why thank you pretty boy.” She smirks down at me with that mischievous grin as i gently lay her soft body down in the long grass. All around us were grape vines and vegetation. I lean down giving her a long sweet kiss on her beautiful fully red tinted glossy lips. Her lipgloss tasted of sweet red wine. If anything could describe her it would be wine red. wine Red hair, wine red glossy lips, wine red converse. She was beautiful.

“Your beauty takes my breath away astrope.” I whisper down at her. I couldn't help but to get chocked up, Especially since I won't know when the next time I'll see her.

She blushes and shies away from me due to all the attention I was giving her. I mean she was used to eye gawking attention usually in a comedic way or little boys wanting to drool at the sight of her, usually new campers, yet I don’t think anyone has loved her the way I do.

“Stop luke last time I accidentally grew grape vines and my dad made me tend to them all summer.” She huffs at me.

"All the better? Sweet grapes, and my favorite girl." I lean down once more placing a sweet kiss to her full lips. She sighs melting into my body, Our limbs were tangled together as the grape vines behind us, but I could care less about those. I could feel her getting more needy as her tongue grazes my bottom lip, immediately i push my tongue in her mouth, she opens giving me access. This kiss was passionate and needy. I could tell she was getting impatient as I run my hand up the side of her thigh, then down the middle splitting her legs open so I could lay in between her. she drags her soft hands under my shirt up my bare toned back, I shiver at her touch, the pads of her fingers were warm and soft, they felt welcoming.

"Mm I need you baby" I rasp into her ear. I felt myself slowly getting excited by the way she was grinding up into me.

"Then take me." She leans up to whisper in my ear. Immediately I run my hands under her shirt gripping her chest whilst running warm thumb over her nipple. She moans at the contact arching her back up off the grass and into me. I could feel every vein in me light in a deathly uproar of flames. My body felt like it was aching and the only thing that could cure me was burying myself into her tight cu-

"Oh gods!"

Astrope POV:

"Oh gods!"

I shoot up pushing Luke off of me, he rolls on his back with a oof. I look over to see Chiron and.. My dad. Only he was staring at us with a gaping mouth and a crushed coke in his hand. Well I'm fucked.

"may the gods have mercy on me." I mumble a quick prayer.

"YOU WONT WANT THEIR MERCY. AND YOU LARRY CASTILLO, ILL KILL YOU!"

“MY NAME IS LUKE!?” he screams while scrambling up sprinting down the field.

My dad runs after Luke but by the time he passes me Luke is halfway across the yard in long strides, he's a warrior and my dad was cast out of Olympus for falling in love with a nymph, you can guess who won that race.

"GODS, WHEN I CATCH YOU LANCE CASTIAL ILL KILL YOU!" My dad screams while wheezing out of breath from the lack of exercise he gets. My dad shoots up turning around pointing a daunting finger in my face.

"IT'S LUKE CASTELLAN, LUKE DAD." I argue.

"YOU GIRL ARE IN HUGE, GIANT, GIGANTIC, LARG-"

"Okay! I get it!" I scream over him whilst slapping his finger out my face.

"You don't get to be mad. THAT LITTLE BOY WAS FONDLING YOU!" My dad screams flailing his arms over his head whilst jumping.

"Fondling? Really!" I start while my lips quiver in embarrassment. "Or was I just kissing my Boyfriend and you came in and ruined my whole date." I say as my face heats up in embarrassment.

Nobody has to go through what I do. I remember saying that my dad don't have a normal father daughter relationship, its because we don't. I don't have a father, I have a mediocre friend, that's where he stands, you know the gods in Olympus swore to never contact their children, even whilst we're dying out. Yet those gods don't want anything more but to hold their children, they long for them, it's apparent in the secret gifts they drop, or the hotels like apollos for his children to rest peacefully during missions, You know what i got, a father that can fully interact with his daughter but chooses to instead mope around drinking coke praying for the day the gods let him back into Olympus.

"I don't get it, You don't talk to me or hangout with me, I've never had a childhood or a proper relationship with you, when I want to talk to you or spend time with you," I scoff. "Your working and I need to call you Mr.D but when I have a boy who loves me, would do anything for me, you're now my dad and now you say no?" I stop looking at his now blank face.

"That's it nothing to say really?"

"I'm sorry." He whispers. "I don't know how to do the whole father daughter thing, I'm new too this, But you are my daughter and i'll be damned if some boy ever tried to hurt my little girl." He walks over wrapping his arms around my shoulders hugging me tightly.

"Unlike the other gods I've seen you since you were just a baby astrope, I have raised you with help of the people at the camp, You are my little girl, I would burn the whole world if it meant I'd save you. You hear me?" My dad pulls me back to stare into his eyes, he wipes the falling tears off my face while placing a warm kiss to my temple.

"I Love you dad."

"I love you too red."

I hear painfully slow claps behind me so I turn around to see Jake and Amy slowly sarcastically clapping.

“Such a beautiful moment” Jake voice wobbles as any wipes away a fake tear.

“you shitbags.” I mumble.

“Yeah well now that this is over Luke wants to know if he’s going to be beheaded or not?” Any points to my dad.

“Depends on the weather.”

“DAD!”

“Kidding…maybe”

I sigh shaking my head at all there of them, bunch of idiots. We make our way back to main camp and we see Chiron standing there awkwardly. I slowly walk up with my head held down and tail tucked between my legs like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry Chiron that you had to see.. anyways I promise to not do that again, happy Hanukkah!” I spit out quickly while turning on my heels and running to my dad’s office. Currently he’s giving Luke “the talk” I know he’s scared shitless. As soon as I burst open the door I see Luke leaned back talking to my dad whilst, drinking a glass of wine?

“So no blood, that’s a good sign.” I sass at their comfortability. It was nice.

“No Luke was just telling me about how you two met!” My dad smiles at me. Wine. Oh lord Luke is in for a treat. I smile as luke hands me a glass I walk over to the seat next to him laying my legs across his lap. I was zoning out sipping my glass whilst watching my two favorite people get along. It was all that I ever wanted and more.

[wardenswateringhole]

ASK ME ANYTHING: INTRODUCING ARSON!

Additional Information:

Likes

Flowers (only in nature)

Piano

Firm or crunchy food

Laughing

Cuddling

Dislikes

Violence

Soft runny foods

Seeing his friends struggling

Glitter

Hot Weather

Is a giggly bitch. He can keep a straight face for a long time but once the dam breaks it's hard to make it stop. He gets the giggles like nobody's business.

Likes puns. Loves to see the eye rolls and groans of those that don't. Guilty pleasure for him.

Like fruity cock tails or “girly drinks”. Doesn't mind being buzzed, but despises the feeling of being full on drunk.

Has never taken any kind of recreational drug.

Patience of a saint. Very rarely raises his voice. Immediately feels bad afterward.

Will bend over backwards for those around him. Often times at his own detriment. Needs to be reminded it's okay to be selfish and to take care of himself first.

LOVES LOVES LOVES HUGS!!!

Loves being loved on in general. Treat him like a giant stuffed toy. He will be in pure bliss.

Exercises not to keep fit but as a meditative activity. Moving around helps him think.

Favorite scent is fresh linen.

Has a hard time with confrontation when it comes to defending himself. Not a physical fighter at all. Will use his size and natural intimidation to attempt to defend his friends though.

Whimsy likes to steal things and cause mischief. He shampoos her in coconut scented soap to so he can tell if she's the guilty party as a sniff.

Whimsy likes to also store things in her fluff. If you've lost something, it's most likely in her fluff hoard. She has a special love of keys.

His dad had hoped to have him take over the breeding business as he saw Arson's docile nature as perfect for handling fire types. Fully accepted it when Arson expressed he didn't want to take over. His sister took over instead.

Was born in Alola but moved to Unova as a teen. Still has his dad and older sister in Alola. Mother died from illness not too long before he moved.

Had tried to play piano professionally at various establishments. Made good money and was well enjoyed but felt like playing for money took the enjoyment out of it for him. Plays only for his own fulfillment now.

Had an abusive ex. They took full advantage of his docile nature. They would get drunk and hit and yell at him. Not a fan of the smell of beer as a result. The sound of a drink can opening sometimes makes him jump. Doesn't like to talk about it for being made fun of about it in the past.

Was rescued from his abusive relationship by a private detective his sister had hired. They were kind enough to let him bunk with them until he got back on his feet. They treat each other as siblings as a result of being together so long. She still comes by his place and work to check up on him.

His Team

Whimsicott – Whimsy

Arcanine – Kelvin IV

Luvdisc – Kissy

Ampharos – Joule

Absol - Edge

Krookodile - Dill

((I feel in a slump lately and need something fun to get me going. Ask him anything you like.))

[notmuchtoconceal]

( o ) goodimpressionofmyself

[October 28th, 2020 7:40am] 

bro, i’m some kinda necrocoprofungal fringe weirdo with a fetish for bein normal

i’m the punchline to a joke from 2005

my life is the vain pursuit of an ideal of sublime banality, this horridly tacky laudanum fugue of gilded wheat fields in subdivided painted picket houses, succumbed to oppressive concrete nothingness in a time that never was

the fury of a broiling beneath. dogs in an open field. vacancies within vacancies brah

primeval growth before the white man raped the land, gnarled and gambrous with all matter of shoots, bulbs, rosettes and spores. the wasteland of hollow points here in the heartland, ancient and centipeodal as the sea animals in the dinosaur books i read as a boy when everything was doe eyed and my head was filled with air. when i was yet to be so tantalizingly leaden

when i. simply. was still here

end of time. end of memory. thoughts comin and goin in strips a nitrate film

endless carousels a shape, bro. so many so lovely

so many the same

i’ll let you in. i’ll rest my hand on your back. i’ll lean in close and i’ll say brah, gonna show you some real sick shit brah

can’t help but smile

not smart to show fear. eye to eye. teeth to teeth. funk to funky. you’ll like it, i promise. the waltz always strangles. the wires in the notes. the house lights go up and down. spirographs of flesh. an orchestra pit of sarlaac. there always comes release after a dream turns to a nightmare brah

bro, i once saw this grindrshame post where this dude was like 6′2″, built and headless in an anonymous grey hoodie, and his bio said he was gonna strangle you and chop you up with an axe or some shit. people in the comments were saying he was funny. this ain’t shameable. shame on you for trying to shame a funny man with a nice blocky torso and big strong hands

i thought brah, fuck yeah brah, you get it. you get it. that’s what i want. walk straight toward the man triggerin just the right amount a threat detection response. we gonna fuck? he gonna choke me? how hard? i don’t fuckin know brah. one way to find out. i want a fire. baby i’m lit. pour gasoline all over my dick. harder bro harder. gonna burn this fuckin house to the ground bro. run screamin into desert night. wake up in a ditch clingin to you in grit and despair. look at you. know you. see past you. to the man you were before. who you forgot you were. who i know without knowin you know for i don’t know if what i see is what you know. then i realize. none a that matters. this moment is love and love is this moment. i remember only the smell of campfires and cold. you were the best mistake a my life brah. it was deffo more than worth the arson charges 

bro?

yeah brah?

i didn’t think you’d be the kinda guy to go on night walks

haha brah? what’s that supposed to mean brah. i love all this dennis hopper shit. over there, look at that lamp post. that incandescent diner. reflections in empty windows. darker glasses hiding darker curtains. way the light ripples through the leaves. shit’s fuckin gorgeous, brah

city feels like a dream bro

brah? brah? haha, brah you ever dissociate like real hard

haha, like real hard

haha

brah

brah

for a second i thought we were like girls in a dreampop video brah

bro, don’t. don’t say shit like that bro. holy fuckin shit. for a sec i swear i felt my dick shrivel up bro

haha, kitty got claws, but i the aesthete and the visionary have the petrifying gaze of the gorgon embedded in the imago of the mother

brah, what the hell’s an ass teat brah?

it’s a dude who’s like a faggot, but he still likes pussy

don’t sound a thing like you brah

some tastes are more refined than others

the most refined taste is that of the fraternal platonic bond between men of value, whose warring passions ignite an agonsy and ectasies which blurs the lines between romance and reason

all right socrates, bend over

haha

hahahaha

brah

brah

i die a little inside when i see you smile brah 

brah

i never thought i’d be so happy

…

BRO

holyfu–

haha, watch where you’re goin brah. dumbass almost got creamed by a bus

bro, sorry bro, i’m just like… 

yeah, brah?

where am i… where are…

you’re there. i’m here.

…

bro, are you?

‘i’m here, you’re there’ sir, do you mistake me for a child?

my apologies, sir. your motor coordination spoke for itself

haha, real funny brah. real cute thing to hear from a tight toosh in tighty whities

haha, brah. someone’s feelin sassy brah

it’s just… i din’t think it was real funny brah

nah, nah. keep goin brah. you’re cute when you’re cunty

bro i am not cunty, that is gaslightin. i’ve been recordin this whole conversation, it’s admissible in court without your consent by illinois law, and i can establish a pattern and motive. i’m gonna sue your ass for emotional damages brah

first off double check that law book. it don’t say what you think it says. pause for effect. okay. when you check the book it’ll say exactly what you remember it saying, but you still second guessed yourself. boom. alpha dominance. you’ve been gaslit. gonna get locked in the footbox tonight, fagboy. gonna stain that fuckin faggot lung a yours with three days a heavy liftin and ballin… also ‘toosh’, bro are you a grade school church hag? are you gonna give me a time out? knock it off with that pansy shit, brah. we both agree my masculinity is sacred, stop tryin to subvert it with your estranged gayness

i’m in love with you bro. i hate it i hate how much i’m in love with you… if i admit to it, then i admit that i’m stupid. stupider than you in fact, because yes, i am in fact smart enough to know better. this is 100% my fault. my head says this’s idiocy, but my heart yearns for you with a yearning beyond yearning. it’s a heart valve of picture postcards all the way down my irony innards a chef boyardee spelling out EA Poet sole in bouquets a cankers and open sores… maybe i could only ever hope for self-destruction, to fall with you ever downward, to be the arc of a fire poppy riding the ember to completion. maybe that’s all love is bro. the theater of heroism. a stupid idiot danger. maybe my parents did have a successful marriage, but i’m not gonna say that… i’m not gonna say any of that. i’m gonna keep that all to myself

smart man, brah. that’s why i like you like you. down for a night walk symposia with a flourish of baudelaire for texture. reminds me a those ceilings in my house, brah. ones with the paintstrokes that look like canyons

[cachunk]

bro, did you just slap your head bro

bro, i dunno? did i brah?

bro, you did. you deffo did

haha, i did?

your headphones cachunked, didn’t you hear?

nah, brah, i don’t think… no wait, yeah i did, haha

haha

fuckin dumbass

dumbass meathead

dumbass meathead musclebull muscle toy andro droll androgeneticist muscle drone rubber drone rubber room retard ubermensch apeman grotesque gooner hunchback henchman dumbfuck douchebag dudebro

first of his name

king in the north

haha

hahaha

bro, stop i’m still in mourning

bro, it sucked since season five, bro

bro, how the fuck do you have your best character, the only character left who’s played by a competent actress – i’m sorry bro, that bitch with the caterpillar eyebrows cannot act. she has like white bread girl next door bimbo giggly and all the fury and drama of grade school gymnasium theater

bro, you are that, but the gay version

first off, fuck you fagboy. that’s two days in the footbox now. i’m gaggin you with the dirty crusty pair a briefs i use as a jizz rag faggot. gonna be tastin it all night fagboy, tastin my dirty alpha fuckin cock steeped in my tight white fuckin briefs. yeah, you love it. love watchin daddy’s uncut alpha bulge standin up tall and straight in his tight white fuckin briefs. watchin daddy’s hard uncut alpha cock writhin in the transparent cotton, growin fatter and nastier with every gush a blood – the mass and veiny contouring suggestive of a lunatic in a straightjacket confined to a prison a ballsweat, asylum walls of the fly some brutalist garter prison of mid-century ad copy suffocatin me in my futile role as protector and provider. yeah, you love daddy’s uncut alpha dick, don’t you fagboy?

yes, sir. please gag me with your briefs sir. i worship and adore you sir

you’re my everything bro. i wouldn’t know what i’d do without you without you in my strong arms keepin you safe and warm

bro

awgh

bro stop it bro

brah i’m a sensitive man, you know that brah. i’m really closer to a lesbian in temperament

fuckin gina gershon leather dyke 

haha, you’re like a helpless lil pray animal, bro. i wanna rape you

sorry, brah. not feasible. definition-ally, one cannot rape the willing

objection. your honor, we have established the defendant’s mind is weak and malleable. upon the conclusion of our night walk i could throw him upon my svelte king size mattress, tie him wrist and ankle to the bedposts, and fuck him senseless – your honor, i could fuck him until he was drooling catatonic with eyes tuned out like television static, absolutely fry the circuitry of his brain with pleasure… and with but a mere suggestion make him think it was the most brutal of horrors, an utterly charmless display of freakshow primate dominance which would leave the skirts fallen from the hangers. i could have him bent over lobotomized 1950′s hysterical with a hole in the head from uncle sam, crying in his sad lil victorian woman way oh you foul man you foul man you absolute brute

i give up. i’m helpless to you

i am your toy. don’t break me

i’m weak

i need you

bro i need you

bro

bro

i was missin you real bad bro

brah i know bro

god i can’t fuckin st–

WOAH

the fu–

haha, b r o

eeeeee

bro you are clueless, bro

what wa–

bro, that weren’t no bus. that was a bus stop bro

which one of us am…?

which one of us am…? bro are you for real bro?

bro, where, where am 

bro… bro

bro?

bro, pay attention. you listenin? i’m me, you’re you

bro, i’m…

bro? BRO?

…

bro?

‘i’m me, you’re you’. very instructional. very confucian. i have been enlightened. thank you. thank you very much. every moment we spend together is a treasure

bro, i know it. you know i got your back bro

it hurts bro. my head hurts. my feet hurt. my spine hurts. the bud of passion lies dormant in the embers exhausted. hold me close bro?

bro, you know it bro

mmphh

feels good don’t it bro

gooood you smell good brah

like that brah? like curlin up in daddy’s smelly meathead pits

mmmph. can smell you through the leather brah. mmmmmm fuck. wanna curl up in a bearskin rug made a more you brah

get in closer. i’ll crush you

please bro. crush me like a fuckin bug

mmmphhhhh 

ahhhhhh

like that fagboy

i am an insect. i am unworthy. i cry tears of joy every moment i can smell you, see you, touch you, kiss you, you in all your earthly imperfections are what i deem a suitable enough surface onto which to project my unattainable ideal of exquisite manhood

it’s an horor, brah. use me. i’m a dumb mule fit only to serve and amuse you

flex, bro. i wanna kiss it

pffftt

hmmppph. god you’re a man. those fuckin pecs. flatten me like a migrant worker under a speedin freight train brah

haha bro what the fuck

a bray of laughter, wheezing forth like a geyser from dry reedy lungs – eyes dry reedy wells from which there are no tears to draw

i am the sun

i am the air

you’re a fire sign

a lemon lime

a soda pop

i’d rather not

please picture a barbershop quartet on fire

you were always the care

taker her sir

what a lovely image. how much did it cost?

twenty five cents, my good man

a pleasure, sir. i shall return tomorrow to view it again

why sir, you can view it anywhere

anywhere

anytime anywhere

anytime anywhere? good sir, what sorcery is this? is this one of those portable videographs i’ve heard so much about

why no sir, ’tis but the power of imagination

imagination, why what is that?

it’s when you get like pictures and notions in your head, sir

oh, that doesn’t sound typical. are you sure of that?

why yes sir. why i bet if we sat still and quieted down for a moment, we could picture all sorts of things

well… i suppose it is considered adventurous to try things once

okay… you ready…

okay…?

yeah? on the count of 3?

I

I I

I V

I I I

…

…

…

are we…

shhh… i was imaginin somethin

aw shi-

shhh

….

….

holy fuckin shit brah

bro. bro i know rite

are we allowed to do this? this can’t be legal

not just legal, bro. free

why isn’t everybody doin this? we have to tell the world!

can’t bro.

bro?

won’t listen

aw shit. what do we do now?

i dunno. we could light more shit on fire

the gumption i mire, i just wish you’d channel it more productively

hard, brah. nobody taught me how to be a man. i had to assemble it piecemeal from the shards of a collective stained glass mural detonated by the infobomb a mass media and bulldozed by the flatiron a neoliberal accelerationism

can’t tell if sperging or anime stoic

fuck off normie

my undiagnosed bipolar disorder grants me currency in your fucked up inverted mental illness values hierarchy, but joke’s on you, that’s the cost of the psychic heritage i carry, my drive towards shamanism. hear him, hear him, hear the voice of venus in cancer beyond the grave. can i getta   69   69   95 boy

brah brah

for i am a seer… for am i a liar…

BRAH

i am a seer  i am a liar

haha, naw man. he’s fine. theater guy, they’re characters, you know

my father   ran the prison

shhhh. slow down brah. you’re shakin. come ere. come to daddy. come get up in daddy’s leather  where you belong

it’s not me, it’s the wind. the autumn wind. creeping listless upon my dream of an indian summer

yeah. that’s it. get right up in daddy’s pit

mmmph. like i’m bastin in your smell bro

yeah, that’s it. my heat and my musk. cocooning you. seeping into you. staining you. makin you more and more my good obedient beta boy. like that don’t you. like bein my bitch, don’t you beta?

yes sir

say it

i like bein your beta bitch boy sir

feels good to let daddy take control. just be a dumb beta for awhile and follow along. be a good lil boy for your alpha and obey mindlessly

yes sir

fuckin your head with my words. commands feel so fuckin good snakin through your brain, suffocatin any nerve bundles tryin ta resist

i’m weak sir. i’m weak. i need you. complete me. destroy me.

bro. bro. resist me. sustain me. complete me. i am an absence without you. this thing i am. this slightness. this frailty. it’s something no mass can overcome. the weight. a will no body could ever embody. do you see how i weep? i who was a beast who was a man dreaming he was a god

i love you bro

love you bro

love you bro love you bro

love you bro love you bro glove you bro globe you bro

we want you big brother

big brother

bro bro

bro

bro

bro, i wasn’t done. 

bro, wha-

third, i am not autistic. fourth, even if i was, autism is not a mental illness, it’s a perfectly natural autoimmune response to unnatural vaccinations. my teats are the most robust and the milkiest. my pearl necklace houses the most cum. my boots are the most patent and the leatheriest. second, bro. they had their best fuckin character standin around on a balcony all season doin fuckin nothin. after season fuckin six bro, they took her absolutely fuckin nowhere, i don’t give a shit how much trashy pirate dick she didn’t get, it was all a waste

make a wish

we never kiss’d

tears’n the rain

it’s always the same

i know, bro. hurts to fall out of love. hurts not to care. run outta stories outta service

not gonna worry about that anymore brah. don’t plan on it happenin again anytime soon. it’s all very conventional. not anything new. nice to see it reheated like a warm stain. i would rather remember the bouquet of theses tastes of yesterday, not the bilge and bile they became

bro

Bro

delete me

d e l e t e  m e

b  r  o

b     r     o

[screaming beyond the infinite]

what was i saying

that you loved me stupid

you loved yourself stupid, goonerboy

hey, look

what

porchlight’s still on

haha, fuckin dumbass

who you callin dumbass, dumbass

to sass and the spastic, forevermore shall your minds be plastic

whoooom

airplane exploding noises

tens of thousands of women and children dead

goddamn, i do love you stupid

maybe we should burn down some buildings

nother time brah. there’ll be other nights. other night walks

other nights other night walkers

bro

bro

don’t think this is gonna be no greetin card endin brah. you got no fuckin idea what’s waitin for you on the other side a that door. i could clamp a leatherclad paw over your mouth and crush your jaw into a bony fuck funnel for my uncut alpha cock. i could throatfuck you so hard i work my way right through nuttin your fuckin faggot brains out. i could rip your fuckin throat wideopen with my bare hands and garrot you with your own tongue i don’t see that fucker black with filth from the bottoma a my boots you dumb faggot. tomorrow i wanna see daddy’s alpha boots fuckin spotless, comprende motherfucker? 

the door slams shut behind you

you’re not gettin the fuck back out for a good long while

better think

long and fuckin hard about what you let inside a you brah, fuck knows if you’ll ever get the stains out

haha

haha

night walks bro

fuckin night walks

[to the boys across the street on the golf course]

cocksucker

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 21: It'll Be A Cold Day Season 1, Episode 22: The Deadly Flowers

Episode 21: It'll Be A Cold Day

And we open with Lotor evil laughing, great start

Oh, so this is the continuation of the episode where Romelle got kidnapped, she's in a dungeon with other women now Lotor tried to force a kiss on her after he compared her to Allura again, disgustang good for Romelle, she managed to slap him in the face

With the editing it doesn't really look it but Lotor knocked out Romelle and carried her away only for her to return by herself and collapse before she starts crying, something very nonconsensual happened to her,, poor girl

While knocked out she thinks back to when she was captured, Bandor officially became crown prince after their father went insane apparently, pollux is a patriarchy which is good to know for world building The other ladies in the cell are helping her out and making an escape plan, something tells me this is going to go wrong

Oh, shit they did it, similar to how the boys did except they LITERALLY COMMITTED ARSON BEFORE STEALING A SHIP, girlbosses every single one of them

Lotor's already on their tail, somehow his attacks set the ship on fire which you'd think couldn't happen because there's no oxygen in space but ok also they're crash landing on Neeve? I didn't catch the planet name, but Romelle sent out a distress call which obvs the team and Bandor picked up

The team and Bandor meet up, apparently they formed voltron but I think it's so funny that they ended up deactivating formation anyway, what a waste of energy lol

Allura finds one of her mice down her uniform as they're all out scouting in the snow, then proceeds to put them back into her collar, so they can keep warm why do I feel like lance should be saying that he wishes he was that mouse? Maybe it was in golion because he definitely doesn't say it here

Bandor and the team run into the ship but find it empty, then Allura notices a scrap of fabric and almost gets attacked by haggar disguised as romelle after the door closes behind her this is like the second time Haggar's disguised herself as allura's family, does she have beef with them specifically? The mouse saves her though which gives the boys time to get to the princess

Man they make Pidge such an acrobat in this show lol, he flips in the air and PUNTS HAGGARS CAT AWAY AFTER IT STARTS CHASING THE MOUSE SDOVINSDV

obvs haggar escapes but not without bandor, the team chases after her straight into the worst case scenario, being on lower ground Lotor demands Allura to be traded for her cousins, of course nobody trusts that he'd actually follow through

Allura starts heading towards lotor as the pollux siblings head towards the lions, but Keith is the leader for a reason, and he hides his uniform in snow before swapping places with allura so lotor still thinks its her also lotor unleashes a robeast when he gets close enough

Lotor v Keith again, except the siblings come back and want to attack lotor themselves for being a POS Romelle gets knocked out and kidnapped again,,, girl gets no break

Voltron forms, robeast is taken out, and now onto lotor apparently romelle gets set free? It's very vague because they catch lotor and tell him they'll tail him to pollux to make sure, but then they're back on arus? We'll see ig

/episode end

Episode 22: The Deadly Flowers I've seen so many screenshots of this episode onvsdo

Some random seed pods fell from space and sprouted on arus in abundance, immediately that's a sign that things aren't right

The mice pick some for Allura though, and they end up dancing together for a bit, how cute Immediately cut to doom, and we find out the flowers are haggars doing, which are supposed to make anyone who smells them sick

Coran calls an emergency meeting because the flowers are rapid response ig, people are blacking out left and right so Allura wants them treated at the castle by their doctor Dr Gorma The flowers of planet Lyra apparently are medicinal and should help

Lance has literally started a wildfire apparently because Coran told him to burn the flowers that started blooming maybe not the best idea guys

Allura has an idea to get past the magnetic field that surrounds planet Lyra but obvs she smelled the flowers so now she's out cold too just when we were getting somewhere too >:/

Lance ditches the team to go to planet Lyra by himeself in blue hey his suit finally matches lol

"I know, and I've got special equipment! Intelligence, charm, personality, good looks, and a rabbit's foot" *(winks)* -Lance ICONIC

adorable

aaand the bad guys are on planet too, of course, except they think it's allura and go off to try and capture blue

Lance finds this weird divot filled with honey like liquid AND FUCKING TASTES IT, MCCLAIN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS also the natives started attacking, this is why you don't stick your fingers into everything Lance

ooh pretty girly to act as diplomat, apparently the roses are worshiped and not given away so easily so Lance gets grabbed and taken to the king for that permission only for a doom cruiser to pick him to go there, yeah definitely not good

lotor bitch slaps lance for not being allura, luckily for lance he's near something sharp, so he starts cutting his ropes without being noticed Farla is the girls name and she doesn't seem to understand that lance and lotor know each other so she asks to give him flowers which Lotor is glad to hear because voltron is out of commission atm

Lance is loose and starts a sword fight with lotor before his sword gets stuck on the highly magnetic rocks on the wall of this cliff they're on, Lotor shoves him off into the river below where apparently nobody has ever survived falling from obvs that's about to change real soon

Lotor wants the roses for allura himself and the king of lyra tries to extort him but lotor fucking KILLS THE GUY, LIKE STRAIGHT UP THE TEAM WHO EDITED THIS EPISODE STOPS THE SCENE AND FADES IT TO RED FOR CENSORSHIP HOLY CRAP

Lance lived and is back in blue, hooray! Except Lotor's crew is destroying all the flowers except for what they needed, Farla tries to stop them but she got smacked into the water before Blue came out to crush the troops

Falra pulls through and before she faints (dies) she gives Lance a bag of seeds for him to plant on arus, but he promises to plant them on Lyra instead he's such a fucking sweetie i love him omg

As the other boys try to fight the robeast lotor sent out on Arus, Allura stumbles her way to castle control and flies red since lance and blue are still gone man this girl has flown 3/5 lions already, girlboss

lance returns, voltron is formed, robeast destroyed, and lotor runs off, except dad calls and chews him out for destroying the flowers though lotor gets out of it by saying he's brought enough flowers to keep making the meds he apparently needs to stay alive for a long time, call ends and lotor calls zarkon stupid dude i feel like he'd know if his meds were missing/short how was that a good plan

Special reward for a special guy

Pidge tries to get a kiss too but gets smooched by a mouse instead, maybe that's where vld got the idea in the first place sovsdv

Lance still remembers planet Lyra, and he rushes off to plant the rest of the flowers with Allura coming along too

/episode end

[schwarzwaldcr]

@sinshosted || Continued from [ x ]

Normally, children wouldn't be allowed at the bar. It was less a moral obligation and more adherence to some legal obligations. But Ava was a special case, Wulf felt. Like bringing a little sister one was supposed to be babysitting to work.

Although, she wasn't entirely sure on what someone like Ava could possibly drink. Water was forgone for the younger's unusual circumstance and it seemed in the basic ideal of guessing instead of asking, the taller German woman was pouring various non-alcoholic drinks halfway into glasses and setting them down in a neat little line.

Three different kinds of fruit juices: orange, peach, cherry. Two different kinds of soda: Coke and a lemon-lime. For good measure anyway, a glass of straight water. No ice, only a little chilled. The last one on the bartop. She's gathering up for making a glass of milk to complete the spectrum, anything if not thorough.

The uncertain inquiry Ava gives her makes her stop in this final endeavour, holding the unfilled glass in one hand as she thinks on how is best to answer that. She knows she doesn't have to pull punches or hide any intent from the girl. Ava's seen some shit as well, it wouldn't do to talk down to her.

"...Let us just say I do not exactly have a standing relationship with most governing authority." she says in that low almost whispering tone, smooth and easy like it's air itself. Pleasant on the ears but projected in such a way that those in the immediate vicinity can hear it. She's clearly had some time to practice this skill.

"And my relationship with religion is ... rocky, at best."

That's an understatement, but a flash of that glowing gaze toward the agents parked near one of the doors hidden in a shift of the smoking silver wolf's head pipe from one corner of her mouth to the other says she can't elaborate on that now. She does notice that through the cloud of sweet-smelling clove-smoke and the flash of embers, that pair looks up briefly at her from paperwork they've been going through. They have an inkling she's talking about them, but until they hear more substantial proof, their hands are equally as tied in this. They've already thrown a fit about Ava's presence here, uneasily assured that she is not having alcohol, this is the only place she can be for now. After all, the towering bartender is not going to leave the equivalence of a wildfire in her apartment in Stuttgart, that's asking for trouble. And arson.

Wulf lets her gaze linger on the dangerously curious pair a moment longer before returning herself to the task she's neglected for the moment's time. The glass is flipped back upright and a small jar of fresh milk delivered this morning is out of the minifridge under the bar and poured halfway into the glass to complete the disarrayed collection she's been accruing.

"But that. That is a subject for a different point in time." Her voice is still low and smooth, but musically lilting with amusement. "We will say ... a lot."

[omennatural]

Just musing–

There's a moment here in the trailer that really caught my attention, this moment here where Aziraphale is looking around, it's clear that Muriel is an angel, something is up, and he's looking to see if (maybe) anyone's watching. They do have the looming inevitability of being left alone by Heaven/Hell won't last, and at this point, it's clear Gabriel is being hidden at the shop.

But what's interesting about this look is that it's unlike Aziraphale's supposed surface nature, it's keen, narrow-eyed in intent even though he's got those wide baby blues, it's mistrustful and it's sharp and a bit hardened. Hell tried to kill Crowley, Heaven tried to kill him. He's backed up the Antichrist as he confronted Lucifer, stood up to Gabriel, the third highest-ranking angel and his holy boss. He's been through some shit. But we see a side of Aziraphale sometimes that is a touch more on the serious side, sometimes he gives Crowley a look (Their car ride in s1 discussing the plan that Hell put forth to get the Dowling wife to the hospital, for example, or later when Aziraphale climbs out of Crowley's car and he looks almost shaken at the speed/the fact that Crowley hit Anethema (sidenote–I agree with Crowley, she hit him) and he when he spots the book, Crowley says it's not his, and Aziraphale says, "Well, it has to belong to the young lady you hit with you car.") and these looks are just a small facet of the multidimensional person that Aziraphale is.

Aziraphale grew exponentially in season one. There were a lot of beliefs and apparent truths he had to face, and in the hard way, learned that Crowley was right. The Almighty won't talk to them, and won't fix Armageddon. He goes through a journey, losing his side, and finally realizing fully that he and Crowley are on their own side. I feel a lot of times people can get lost in his surface-level layer of things he's comfortable doing day to day–being an adorkable food-loving, literature-loving, solitary bookshop owner. And yes, that is him, but in the depth Aziraphale has, sometimes he lets out those moments that make me go oh, moments that send me straight to Micheal Sheen's performance of Crowley as Aziraphale in the body swap. His looks, his mannerisms, they're cooler, there's a deeper performance where Aziraphale presents as this stoic, cold, and simmeringly quiet person. It's that part of Aziraphale that's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.

This reminds me a lot of a passage in the book, where we see a bit more of this side of Aziraphale in a different way than we can in the show:

AZIRAPHALE COLLECTED BOOKS. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them. He was not unusual in this. In order to maintain his cover as a typical second-hand bookseller, he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase. Unpleasant damp smells, glowering looks, erratic opening hours—he was incredibly good at it.

and

And, occasionally, serious men in dark suits would come calling and suggest, very politely, that perhaps he’d like to sell the shop itself so that it could be turned into the kind of retail outlet more suited to the area. Sometimes they’d offer cash, in large rolls of grubby fifty-pound notes. Or, sometimes, while they were talking, other men in dark glasses would wander around the shop shaking their heads and saying how inflammable paper was, and what a firetrap he had here.  And Aziraphale would nod and smile and say that he’d think about it. And then they'd go away. And they'd never come back. Just because you're an angel doesn't mean you have to be a fool.

He used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from buying things, even his bookshop. Glowering looks and Men In Black-style neuralyzing intimidating men who make veiled threats of arson. Not a fool indeed.

Anyway, he's still a fussy little baby bun to me and I love him so, but I sometimes I think about how subtly badass he can be. I mean, Neil has canonized that he's one step below Gabriel and other important angels (Michael, Sandalphon) in the Good Omens angel hierarchy, that's some cool shit.

[winderlylandchime]

2/3 ‘Look it’s Emy and Bri!! Are they finally going to be good friends?’ ‘Oh Brian, is BORED BORED! He is not used of being without Justin. I love it but i hate it…exactly Ben, Brian is hurting!!! finally someone kno- FUCK YOU DEB’ *pauses tv on Mel and Linds fighting* ‘idk anything about *flaps his hand towards me* uterus stuff but can she really have a kid cause of a new procedure? (Craig comes up on screen) OH ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT! NO NO NO NOOOOO!’ I need you to know that when he watched s1 and Craig gave Justin rules, he actually physically left the house and went to a store 5 minutes away (it took him 15 bc he could barely walk and yes, i did go after him bc he’s an idiot) but this time he stayed seated so maybe he’s maturing. ‘No Justin, there are better ways to pay for tuition than going to your bitch ass dad. Like becoming a hitman is always an option or selling your feet pics! But don’t throw your dignity away for that fucker. OH SO NOW BRIAN IS GOOD FOR YOUR SON? WHEN HE PAYS HIS SHIT. everyone uses him! The lesbians *quickly makes a fist for ally*, Mike, Deb, he has no one in his corner except me! THATS RIGHT YOU ARE NEVER GONNA BE STRAIGHT, take it from me Justin, it’s not all that pretty. I mean the girls are pretty and they smell nice and wear cute lipsticks but the dudes give us bad rep *looks at me in fear* am i one of the dudes?’ Craig says that Justins biggest priority as a kid was to make him proud ‘oh go fuck yourself’ *pauses and leaves the house for a smoke break* ‘Did Ben always wear glasses? Or is he just so boring that I didn’t even notice that change until now? Why is he so boring? Is it to like show the total opposite of Brian for Michael?…BEN is literally the only one in this whole show that is thinking logical about the whole moving in thing. Michael in s1! Justin now with that lil freak.. WHAT IS THIS? I didn’t even wanna move in with you for a few months after this surgery and I’ve known you my whole life..’ ‘so Emmett cheated on Ted, Justin cheated on Brian..i see a pattern but only one of those doesn’t make me want to puke..is this what their relationship is gonna be like?’ The school tuition scene is finally up!!! ‘NOW WHY IN THE FUCK IS HE HERE? Why would they put him in a scene where Justin has to talk to his school about HIS education? Whats next? He goes with him to a job interview? (The cringe lines are said) god, i wish the world was deprived of you. ITS ALREADY BEEN PAID?! LADY TELL ME WHO PAID IT! I REFUSE TO GIVE CRAIG A REDEMPTION ARC! JUSTIN IS LOOKING DOWN! CMON CAMERA PAN THE FUCK DOWN I WANNA SEE THE NAME.’ He paused the ep to give me an example of how they shouldve done a reveal of the person that paid tuition so when Justin looked down, the camera would reveal it. He is very upset that they didn’t do it like that because he would like to know who paid for the tuition and is threatening with arson if they end up treating him like Justin when it comes to Brian and the hospital visits.

Are Emy and Bri now going to be good friends? Brother is on the platonic KinneyCutt train. I love that for us.

HE PHYSICALLY LEFT THE HOUSE when Craig laid down his rules in S1? I love that. (ally!)

Becoming a hit man or selling your feet pics. I die.

Everyone uses him! I know, right?

am i one of the dudes? Brother Anon, I think I speak for all of us when I say, no you are not. You are one of us.

Ben is boring but he does think logically. I love his theory about showing Michael with the opposite of Brian… and I’m dying a little. I can’t wait for his reaction to Ben’s steroid use and his ‘roid rage towards Brian in the locker room.

The school scene. Absolutely why is Justin’s brand new boyfriend at the registrar’s office except to deliver those cringiest lines. (Excuse me while I puke)

Quickly going to the next one because we know what happens and it is so romantic…

[yoyok-era]

my tears ricochet | E. Stabler x O. Benson

Elliot Stabler x Olivia Benson ♡ 942 ♡ Ao3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

“We gather here, we line up Weepin' in a sunlit room, and If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day.”

Her brain feels like it’s on fire as she stands in front of him for the first time in 10 years. He’s here; he’s back. 

And his wife has just been the victim of a car bombing.

The silence is loud as they stare at each other. She wants to hug him, to hit him, to yell and cry and scream because it wasn't fair then, and it certainly isn't fair now, but she can't do anything but stand there and look at him.

“They tried to kill her.” He’s the first to break the silence, shifting his gaze to the ambulance behind her. “They tried to kill Kathy.

“Go,” Her voice finally obeys her. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

She can't keep her head on straight as she drives behind the ambulance. She hears Fin talking to her through her car speaker, but she's too out of it to register anything he's saying. He hangs up eventually, and she's alone in the too-loud silence again.

10 years. 10 fucking years. Where has he been all this time? New York? Somewhere else? Why is he only showing up now? The questions race through her mind faster than any of the traffic lights that flash by outside. What will happen now that he’s here? Is he staying? Is he leaving again? Can she handle him leaving again, now that she knows he's been here?

She eventually stops her car in the hospital parking lot and watches as they unload Kathy from the ambulance. They wheel her into the building, and Elliot stays with his wife, holding her hand and massaging her shoulder. It's the comfort Olivia wanted from him in 2013, and now she's watching him give it to someone else.

She doesn't enter the building. It feels like an invasion of Elliot and Kathy's privacy somehow, if she goes in. She's not close to them like that, not anymore.

She sees Kathy in her head. The Kathy from 15 years ago, flatlining in the back of an ambulance with a brace around her neck and a baby on her chest. She can still smell the blood.

"-iv. Liv?" The voice from behind her pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns around to face her sergeant.

"You okay?" He says, too tentative and too careful. A stark contrast from how he'd been when he called her earlier that evening. 

She doesn't answer his question.

"I followed Elliot here. I barely talked to him. Kathy just went into surgery. How did this happen? Why?" She gestures vaguely toward the ambulance, tries not to let her voice reveal too much of how she's feeling about the situation.

Fin is quick to reassure her, and she's grateful for it. "Rollins is at the scene. A uni told her it was a rental car parked on the street. Kathy went to get in, and the bomb went off. Arson thinks it misfired and threw her clear." He speaks slowly, watches her for her reactions. 

Sometimes she thinks he knows her too well, and its times like this when she's proven to be correct.

"A rental car, what... where are they in from?"

"They've been living in Italy, Elliot had to come in for some type of a task force meeting, and he and Kathy decided to make it a trip,"

Italy. 4000 miles across the Ocean. 10 years.

"He just called me out of nowhere and told me he was coming," Fin continues. "I may have spoken about your award. I thought enough time had gone down between you two."

She ignores the guilt starting to claw at the inside at of her stomach, diverts the conversation. "Okay, a task force? Who's he working for?"

"NYPD. He's the international liaison in Rome. 

"Since when?" If he was still here in 2013, if he was here during Lewis then–

Fin knows what she's referring to. He doesn't answer solely because they're thinking the same thing. "Look, this is all I know. You're gonna have to ask him."

She turns around at the footsteps behind her, takes in the disheveled man walking towards them. He looks older than the last time she saw him, the bags under his eyes darker, his shoulders slouching, his hair shorter than she remembers. But his face is the same; the nose and the eyes, the way he walks.

He hugs Fin first, who tells him that he's there for him, and then turns to her.

"How's Kathy?" Is the only thing she can think to say.

"They're still working on her... burns, concussion, fractured pelvis," he sighs, puts his detectives mask on, and turns back to Fin. "What do we know?"

Fin gives him the rundown, and for a fraction of second Olivia feels like she back with the old squad talking about a case before reality comes back to her and there's a mountain of distance between her and her old partner.

"She shouldn't have even been driving... I got a call. I slipped away. I gave her the keys.... She was worried we were gonna be late for your award. I meant to give you a call–"

"–It's okay, Elliot, please." she stops him, and her voice sounds shaky. 

"Tell me she's gonna be okay." His eyes are filled with tears, and she has to be careful about her next words because if his tears fall then so will hers.

"Kathy's a fighter, you know that."

She stays outside when his kids arrive, tells them that she's there for them if they need anything, and stays outside as the family she's no longer a part of walks upstairs. 

[sideblogformindtrash]

Cw: death of an infant; death of several background characters; arson;  slavery; emeto (just a mention); ;

@whump-blog

Lemon and rosemary tea. 

It had been what, a decade or so? And still she remembered what was their favorite. She really remembered all of them. Even from back in the day, in her own world, when she used to be a therapist. 

She had this decorated tea box, filled with several flavors. Hello, come inside. Would you like some tea?, she would ask her clients, welcoming them into the sessions. A cup of warm tea before opening yourself up, and exploring dark places. 

And sometimes, they’d just cancel an appointment one day, and then stop coming all together, and she’d lose track of them. 

Just like Raine. She was still surprised they had accepted the invite, now they were sitting on the large armchair, swinging their feet, a childlike smile on their lips. “Thank youuuu~” they picked up the tea, cupping it with both hands. They wanted the warmth more than the tea.

She smiled back, even if she thought the smile was fake. In a way, she was still proud of them and how far they had come. Even if she didn’t agree with all they did to build their empire.

Still, they had come a long way.

-

When the Patchwork City ate that world, it was already on fire. They had been sent to scout the newly indexed part of the city for survivors, and to contain the flames before they spread.

Living in that city, she had seen many terrible things, but back then, she had just joined the Welcoming Committee, and she still hadn’t grown a skin as thick as she had now. So, while the rest of the team went straight to work… She crumbled.

The sour smell of smoke of wood and flesh and blood burning up all together, as the village was consumed was too much. It would have been terrible if accompanied by screams and cries but…

It was dead quiet, if not for the cracks and pops of the fire and wood. 

She stumbled through the scenery, until she fell on her knees and threw up, her fur getting stained with mud, ash and the blood of those creatures. Several fluffy wooly lamb people, adults and children alike, gruesomely slaughtered. Lightless eyes glazed over, lost forever. A whole decade later, they still showed up in her dreams every night. 

A single survivor was found.

They were kneeling on the dirty trail that led to the biggest building in the village, which later would know was the church. Despite being alive, their eyes were just as lightless as those of the corpses, uncaring to the burning village behind them but transfixed on the church itself, awed as the flames consumed it whole. 

They were naked, and carried many wounds that spoke not of a fire, but torture. They also carried a tiny, dead thing in their arms. With a chubby little face, wooly hair and tiny horns, and eyes that were shut forever. 

Lamb didn’t talk.

They squeaked and cried and whined. They fought when they had to take the little corpse away. But they didn’t say a word.

She’d later find out they were never taught how to, their vocabulary limited to a couple words. ‘Water. Food. Please. No. Sorry’. 

After months of building up trust… It was her who taught them how to speak. Despite it all, they were an eager learner, devouring those words with starving hunger for them. 

Even afterwards, they couldn’t say much of what happened to the village. They were always a secret buried deep beneath it, in the church’s catacombs, never a part of it. 

That’s also when she learned of their powers.

Hide them, she told them. She didn’t want to see them made into a pawn for the Central City, like so many others before.

-

Now, she wondered what would have happened if she had been loyal and recruited them as they should. 

Now, here they were, draped in the best fabric the city had, smiling while tracing the borders of the cup, with far too much baggage and leading thousands of citizens. 

She was happy they still considered her enough to show up.

“I missed you, Lamb” She admits.

“You could come visit me” They reply “You’d always be most welcome”

She smiles back. She doesn’t think she really could without having her superiors on her ass about it. 

“You are too,” She replies.

“Yeah?” he turns his head to the side just slightly, and there's a scrambling sound back in the hallway. Both of them are pretending Crow isn’t spying on them right this second, but the wounds make him far too clumsy to be discreet about it “Good to know”

She shakes her head. 

“I’m sorry about that. And about him invading your castle…”

“It 's okay. I get it” they smile towards the hallway, although Crow’s head is no longer visible on the edge of the wall “I quite like him, actually. Despite how much of a pain he is”

They swing their legs, take the shoes off, and lean against the couch, taking a sip of the tea.

“So, you wanted to borrow some of my forces, right?” He smiles, blinking slowly “This is not just about some Plague Doctors is it?”

“Hm” She stares down at the cup on her paws. Hard to lie to them, these days “No, of course not. But you’ve noticed too… the attacks have been a lot more frequent. Something has agitated the monsters. And the Central City refuses to let me increase the team”

They nod, the smile faltering for the first time and just… Letting them look as tired as they truly feel. 

“It’s been a pain. I’ve lost so many people to keep the barrage safe lately” they sip on the tea “But I don’t see much of what we can do about it other than… resist”

“We might have a better chance together,” She replies. 

“Maybe. It 's been decades. We still don’t know what we are fighting against” they shrug, pretending this doesn’t bother them

She shakes her head. Sometimes, she feels like the city itself is a monster, and they simply live in its stomach, with all the other erased parts of worlds. She wonders if they miss her back home. If she’s in a missing person’s list, or If… she was just erased like she was never there, along with all the others that came with her.