#kate watches cr

[the-kaedageist]

I can't BELIEVE the first time Essek ever saw him, Caleb was covered in dirt and shit from the street in Asarius, dressed in bondage gear, and carrying one of Essek's stolen beacons. Meet-cute of the century

[criticalbeauregard]

all 3+ hour long youtube videos should be letterboxd eligible

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Toby, Nat, Jane, Sally, Kate.

A/n: so oops this is 3 days late my bad, enjoy these late headcanons (ᵕ—ᴗ—) These can be read as romantic or platonic BUT SALLY IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!! Fem! Reader

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Trick or treating with you makes him feel like a kid again.

Reminds him of the times where everything was a little less shitty… He could just dress up with Lyra and scavenge the neighbourhood for the best sweeties.

HE’D LOVE DOING A MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUME TOO WHILE YOU GUYS ARE TRICK OR TREATING!!

Speaking of costumes, I feel like he’d point out Halloween costumes of people/characters he recognises, or finds cool. What a cutie.

He will sorta feel silly still knocking on doors at his age, I mean, he’s at least handing out sweets age now.

“Fuh-fuck yeah!! I-I got a Nuh-Nuh-Nougat!!”

“Ew, they’re so gross, dude…”

Will trade the sweets he doesn’t like with you, and he’ll either not like said sweets from the flavour or the texture since he’s funny like that. (I’m self projecting…)

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

She’s not gonna knock on doors with you sadly, claiming that ‘She’s too old for that, and Halloween for her now is about getting totally shit faced’.

But, she’s more than happy to walk around with you and admire the Halloween decorations. Oh, and the chicks who dress up.

Without a doubt like Toby will point out costumes too!! Just…for another reason.

“Woah, when did Tinker Bell become an only fans model?” Nat will nudge you, nodding towards a group of girls dressed up at the pixie hollow fairies. A smug grin etched upon her scarred face.

“Shh!! There’s kids…” You quiet her down.

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Wouldn’t go out trick or treating with you sadly, she’d be way more interested in staying in your guys’ shared suburban home handing out the sweets to trick or treaters.

The night before she’d drag you along to the shops with her, and choose the best sweets the trick or treaters would love.

She’s also dress up, I can see her going as Lydia or Morticia since they match her gothic vibe she’s got.

She’d also make you match with her by going as the female versions of Beetlejuice or Gomez. She’d think it would be cute to match, and it was!!

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

SHE LOVES HALLOWEEN SM!!

Adores everything about it, the decorations, the dressing up, and especially the sweeties!!!

She also loves the fact that the blood permanently leaking from her head wounds are okay to freely walk about with during this special night.

The eight year old will drag you around to every house knocking of the door with a grin, waiting to get her little hands of the best treats.

She’ll make you take pictures of her and every Halloween prop she sees.

Anyways it’s just the cutest bonding moment between the two of you, she views you as her cool older sister that takes her to get a sugar rush.

“SWEETS NOW, PLEASE!!”

“Sal, you’re supposed to say trick or treat…”

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

Like Toby, it also reminds her of simpler times… Before all the madness and chaos the Operator brought into it her life.

Being out and walking around with you reminds her of when she was younger going out with Lauren and CR to get all the best sweets.

While she won’t dress up anymore, or knock on doors to get treats, she will reminisce about her childhood and teenage years.

And she will hold onto this time with you probably for the rest of her life.

Kate watched you as you walked slightly ahead of her, navigating through the groups of kids and parents. Looking over your shoulder at her, a grin on your face. “You good, Kate?”

She snaps out of her trance for a moment, shaking her head as she nods at you. “Yeah, just remembered something.” She spoke quietly. You remind her of what she’s lost, so, so much.

Guys I wanna write an angst one shot of Kate so bad dhjdkdudjsnjcksjdjdjdidujfjdj. So uhm anyways this wraps up my HALLOWEEN SPECTACULAR for this year!! Yip yip!!

[dxwnstxr]

i wasn't sure if requests were to be made in the comments or the asks, so apologize in advance if i wasn't supposed to do this.

may i request dazai, chuuya and fyodor with number 9 from the headcanons?

Sharing their spotify playlists

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

Genre: Fluff, headcanons

Warning: none

A/n: Please note, these are all my opinions of what i think they'd listen to ! ! ! Also I couldn't think of a lot for fyodor 😭 Also decided to try new colors.

🎧 ☆ Dazai ☆ 🎧

"Don't try suicide" by Queen

"Daylight" by David kushner

"A little death" by The Neighborhood

"Na Na Na" by Lay bankz

"XOXO (Kisses hugs)" by 6arelyhuman

"Partners in crime" by Set it off

"If I killed someone for you" by Alec Benjamin

"I wanna be yours" by Artic Monkeys

"Why do you only call me when you're high" by Artic Monkeys

"Stressed out" by Twenty one Pilots

"Heathens" by Twenty one Pilots

"Softcore" by The Neighborhood

"Daddy issue's" by The Neighborhood

"Therefore I am" by Billie Eilish

"Womanizer" by Britney spears

"Jealous girl" by Lana del rey

He showed you his playlist and watch you as your eyes looked up and down at his screen, scrolling down the playlist.

"Hey I know this song!"

You said, pointing to one of them. Dazai's eyes widened as he quickly looked at the screen.

"Ohh that one...I don't listen to it too much"

"Whatt... but it's soo good..!"

You reply, exaggerating some of your words.

"Alright then... why don't you show me yours..?"

🎧 ☆ Chuuya ☆ 🎧

"Criminal" by Britney Spears

"Bad blood" by Taylor Swift

"Panic room" by Au/Ra

"Fashion" by Lady gaga

"Telephone" by Lady gaga

"Jealous girl" Lana del rey

"Smile" by Jann

"I wanna be your slave" by Maneskin

"Work" by Britney spears

"If you seek Amy" by Britney spears

"Judas" by Lady Gaga

"Boyfriend" by Dove Cameron

"Treat me like a slut" by Kim Petras

"Americano" by Lady gaga

"Friends" by Chase Atlantic

"I'm yours" by Isabel LaRosa

"Sk8ter boy" by Avril Lavigne

"Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne

"Fell in love with the Devil" by Avril Lavigne

"Wish you were here" by Avril Lavigne

"Since you've been gone" by Kelly Clarkson

"My happy ending" by Avril Lavigne

As you looked at his playlist, you started to smile at some of the songs you saw.

"I see you're into Britney and Lady Gaga"

Chuuya's eyes widened slightly and a faint brush covers his cheeks.

"S-so..?"

You shake your head and reply.

"Nothing..it just suits you I guess"

Chuuya scoffs at your words and looks at you.

"Let me see who you listen too"

🎧 ☆ Fyodor ☆ 🎧

"Who is she" by I Monster

"Babooshka" by Kate Bush

"Mad hatter" by Melanie Martinez

"Hayloft" by Mother Mother

"Poker face" by Lady Gaga

"Bloody Mary" by Lady Gaga

"Monster" by Lady Gaga

"Bernadette" by IAMX

He takes a sip of his tea as you look at desktop. Spotify was open and his most listened to playlist was being shown.

"You don't listen to a lot of music do you..?"

You ask, seeing how short his playlist is.

"Why would I when I can play my own"

He states, his eyes moving to his cello. You nod.

"I guess you have a point"

He then hums in agreement and tilts his head to look at you.

"What do you listen too myshka..?"

Support divider cr: @cafekitsune

[darkpeacemusic]

Creepypasta Headcanons: Theme Songs

Jeff the Killer - Numb by Linkin Park

Homicidal Liu - Never Too Late by Three Days Grace

Sully - I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

Randy - Psycho by Hardy

Keith - Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots

Troy - Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan

Ben Drowned - Discord by The Living Tombstone

Jane the Killer - GRRRLS by AViVA

Mary Vaughn - Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance

Masky - Hide 'n Seek by J-honny

Hoodie - Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Toby - Freaks by Surf Curse

Kate the Chaser - Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

Charlie Matheson Jr. - Thanks for The Memories by Panic at the Disco

CR - Nowhere to Run by Stegosaurus Rex

Lulling Lauren - Secret by The Pierces

Cat Hunter - Kill the Lights by Set It Off

Third Base - Little Swing by AronChupa

Rouge the Prowler - Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Wilson the Basher - Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead

Skully - Sleeping Powder by Gorillaz

Chris the Revenant - Where the Lonely Ones Roam by Digital Daggers

Slenderman - Come Little Children by Eurtan

Splendorman - Buttercup by Jack Stauber

Trenderman - Fashionably Late by Falling In Reverse

Tenderman - Death Bed by POWFU

Offenderman - Teeth by 5SOS

Zalgo - When You're Evil by Voltaire

Laughing Jack - Left Behind by DAGames

Eyeless Jack - Cannibal by Kesha

Doctor Smiley - Happy Pills by Weathers

Nurse Ann - Dark Horse by Christina Grimmie

Doctor Pain - Dr Sunshine is Dead by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

X-Virus - Drugs by Falling in Reverse

Dr. Locklear - God Syndrome by Madame Macabre

Lifeless Lucy - Cradles by Sub Urban

Lily Kennett - Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

Sally Williams - Hide and Seek by Lizz Robinett

Sam Williams - Little Game by Benny

Lazari - Monster by Mia and Dia

Slendrina - Killing Butterflies by Lou Bliss

Nightmare Ally - Whisper by Evanescence

Vailly Evans - Control by Halsey

Lulu - Alice by Avril Lavigne

Nina the Killer - Pretty Little Psycho by Procelain Black

Kagekao - Aishite by Kikiuo

Clockwork - Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

Smile Dog - Lion by Hollywood Undead

Grinny Cat - Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

The Seedeater - I Will Find You by Moikkz

Mr Widemouth - Cartman by SPBeams

Will Grossman - At The Huts of the Underworld by Korpiklaani

Laughing Jill - Carousel by Melanie Martinez

Jason the Toymaker - Hypnotic by Zella Day

Candy Pop - Balloon Animals by Madame Macabre

Candy Cane - Circus by Britney Spears

April Fools - Cirque by Sub Urban

Nathan the Nobody - A Match In Water by Pierce the Veil

The Puppeteer - Cigarette (duet) by Princess Chelsea

Emra - Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

Zachary the Proxy - Hayloft II by Mother Mother

Sonic.exe - Monster by Skillet

Tails Doll - Can You Feel The Sunshine from Sonic R

Dark Link - Someone Must Get Hurt by She Wants Revenge

Herobrine - Andromeda by Dance With The Dead

Lost Silver - Game Over by Falling In Reverse

Glitchy Red - Haunted by Laura Les

Strangled Red - I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Oliver Henderson - Dumb Dumb by Mazie

Stripes - Limbo by Freddie Dredd

Rosie - Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Scarecrow Girl - Rät by Penelope Scott

The Skroll - Sarcasm by Get Scared

The Rake - Night of the Hunter by 30 Seconds to Mars

BOB - Six Foot Deep by Creature Feature

Bloody Painter - Heathens by Twenty One Pilots

Judge Angels - Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

Suicide Sadie - Goodbye to A World by Porter Robinson

Roadwalker - The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey

Zero - Everything Black by Unlike Pluto

Hobo Heart - My Demons by Starset

Dollmaker - Creepy Doll by Jonathan Coulton

Killing Kate - Not Nice by Megan the Stallion

Ted the Caver - Blood // Water by grandson

Frankie the Undead - Coming Back Down by Hollywood Undead

Evan - I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

HABIT - Boogie Woogie Wu by Insane Clown Posse

Jeff Koval - Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

Alex Kralie - Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

Jessica Locke - No Surprises by Radiohead

Amy - If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears

Sarah - Sarah Smiles by Panic at the Disco

Seth - All I Wanted by Paramore

Screaming Dawn (oc) - I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

[megamikmini]

My dream redesigned Slenderman with the most BOMB design choices I've ever seen: an analysis of key character points and how a subconscious thought blew every design I've ever seem out of the water

I think I speak for a lot of us when I say that people don't really take this design anywhere. It's the same blank white face, suit, and sometimes you can throw in a splash of color with a red tie

But all that changes with this design.

Boys.... we've missed out on so much potential it's CRAZY

Key point 1: blank face. In my dream he came from a distance, and as I have bad vision he looked just the same as usual (I dream about the dude a concerning amount. A lot of the time, as with this one, I spend the dream constantly keeping an eye out for him, making plans of escape or spots to hide, until the end where I get chased into a corner and the dream ends. Of course, some of them are like "yo! It's my boss!👉👉" ) but back on topic: he got closer to me and as I scramble realizing I'm caught in a corner I turn around and... it's not a pale blank slate. It's a man, pale skin, tall, in a suit and tie, sure, but -- it wasn't an artificial pale. It was a real person, and he had intricate, white lace ribbon wrapped around his shaved bald head, covering his features (not everything) very purposely. It was ornate, definitely intentional. Then, like you take off earings before a fight, he took them off

Part 2: no eyes, always watching. He had actual human features underneath. Something in dream me knows he was white Egyptian, but most notably staying true to character, he had no eyes. Instead of them just being missing, with skin laying over where they were supposed to be, they were instead simply missing, like regular, underdeveloped eyes! I'll try and find a photo. It was very obvious he could see, because at this point I chucked the ice in my drink at him and it kind of force fielded off, so I threw the cup at him and he caught it and looked at me like I was an idiot XD Anyways, point being dude could see - well - and he had full intention of bashing my head in

Part 3: asshole attitude. Yes, slenderman is your dad and yada-yada, but that's fannon, and I'm talking about cannon. This is the guy who ruined Kate's life from day 1, chasing her down and making her go slowly insane until she broke. Same with CR. Same with Charlie, and the whole Matheson family for that matter. And that's just from one game! We could look at Marbel hornets and the Operator, with Alex being led around like a puppet even after his girlfriend is killed, he's stalked into oblivion, and has his mind distorted until he believes the only think he can do is off everyone he's ever cared about to "cure the sickness". That's one guy out of SO MANY in that whole series who's life was decimated by this dude. And dream Slenderman, redesign and all, lived up to the potential.

I spent the entire dream, with different plot points, adventures, people to meet, etc all just waiting for this guy to turn up. Every time I was alone I'd check my back. Every chance I got I'd arrange stuff to find a box, plant, or open door to dissappear behind. And yet, he found me, backed into a corner without a way out. Most dream slendermen kind of just appear there, look menacing, then I get brain-fried or whatever else. This guy had intention. This guy was power walking at me, full speed, ready to physically beat me for whatever I did. Taking off his decoration so I could watch his face and know he was serious

Crazy! 10/10 would experience again

[fratboykate]

And that time Yelena took 2 to the chest for Kate... does Kate kiss those scars? Does she run her hand across them in bed when she feels nervous?

Again...not EXACTLY this, but I think sort of answers your question :) Here's 1.8k of fluff.

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Yelena is stretched out on a chaise lounge, sporting a bikini top and board shorts. Her toned arm is draped over her face, shielding her eyes from the sun's glare. Marrying a celebrity undeniably came with many downsides, but having a luxurious 60-foot lap infinity pool in her backyard, overlooking the sprawling expanse of Los Angeles from the hills, wasn't one of them. Yelena just capped an intense hour of training with a hundred laps in the pool. Now, she basks in the sun, not only to dry off but also because her body is fucking sore, rendering her temporarily immobile.

Unexpectedly, she feels the lounger sink slightly under the weight of another person. Before long, Kate's lips start a reverent trail up Yelena's body. A smile tugs at Yelena's lips, but she remains still, not uttering a word or moving a muscle. Kate's kisses explore every inch of exposed skin, pausing to give special attention to the two prominent scars on Yelena's chest. Among the other smaller scars, remnants of injuries sustained during basic training or deployments, the larger and darker ones beneath her right clavicle and left sternum stand out.

Kate does her best to block out that fateful day. She knows there's footage of the incident floating around the internet, but she’s never had the desire to watch it. Experiencing it firsthand was traumatic enough. She doesn't need to relive it. The only thing Kate vividly remembers from that exact moment is talking to a fan then seeing Yelena rush to move in front of her and shove her out of the way immediately before a series of deafening bangs shook the meet-and-greet room. Yelena went down, and chaos ensued. Kate remembers more about the aftermath than the actual shooting — the warmth of Yelena's blood, its viscous texture, and the distinct smell. Kate doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to forget the scent of Yelena’s blood as it poured out of her and onto Kate’s hands and thighs. She’ll also never forget how it felt as it dried on her skin or the feeling of desperately scrubbing her fingers in a hospital bathroom, attempting to cleanse herself of the stains. Those memories are forever etched in the brunette’s mind, so Kate kisses those scars with added reverence, hoping to keep the haunting images at bay.

"How am I supposed to memorize any of my lines when I look out the window and all I see is my hot wife lying here half-naked and alone?" Kate playfully remarks.

"Sounds very inconvenient." Yelena retorts, her voice tinged with amusement.

Kate continues her ascent, planting kisses along Yelena's body until she reaches her neck. She lingers there, placing a series of long kisses on and around Yelena's pulse point. Finally, Yelena moves the arm that rested beside her on the lounger, using it to wrap around Kate's waist and pulling her in close, effectively trapping her. Yelena keeps her other arm atop her eyes.

"I was trying to sleep.” Yelena complains.

"How rude of me.” Kate teases, nuzzling into Yelena's nape. With her left hand, she toys with the baby hairs at the back of Yelena's neck while her right hand delicately draws lazy figures over Yelena's torso. Once again, her fingers linger around the two scars, tracing circles with veneration. "Do they still hurt?" Yelena shakes her head slightly in lieu of verbalizing an answer. "I had a dream about it the other night. There was so much blood, it just kept coming, and you were lying there. I kept screaming your name, but your eyes were sort of...blank. Empty. Nothing behind them...I guess that sounds more like a nightmare."

Yelena's hand tightens its grip on Kate's waist, silently offering support and reassurance. Her touch is meant to be tangible proof that she is indeed here and that the dream was nothing more than a cruel trick her mind played on her.

"When was this?”

"A few weeks ago. When I was doing press in London. Maybe it was just the jetlag messing with my head."

"Sounds like it." Yelena mutters as she lazily caresses Kate’s hip.

"It scared me. It felt so real. I kept trying to feel your heartbeat, trying to make sure you were alive, but I didn’t feel it. I couldn’t.”

Yelena’s hand moves up from where it sat on the younger woman’s hip to clutch Kate's hand. Yelena briefly brings Kate’s hand to her lips for a tender kiss before placing the open palm over her chest, where her heart beats steadily. Kate can feel the rhythmic thumping against her hand.

"Still beating...that's real.” Yelena assures her.

Kate raises her head and seals their lips together. Yelena slightly shifts her forearm off her face, cracking one eye open to meet Kate's gaze, the vibrant blue orbs locked onto her own.

"You can never leave me. It's not allowed. I’d die.”

"So dramatic, Kate Bishop." Yelena ripostes with a faint smile.

"I mean it. You're like…vital to me. I need you."

"Seems like it's a good thing I'm not planning on going anywhere then." Yelena cups Kate's cheeks in her palms. "I'm here…it was just a dream."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Yelena lifts her head and leans in, kissing Kate's lips tenderly and reassuringly.

"But..." Yelena interjects, swiftly wrapping her arms around Kate's waist and lifting them both, effortlessly throwing Kate over her shoulder as she stands. Kate shrieks in surprise.

"Yel, what the fuck?!"

"...there have to be repercussions for not letting me sleep!" Yelena hollers mischievously as she charges forward and dives into the pool, still carrying Kate on her shoulder.

The fully clothed Kate gasps as they hit the water.

"Oh, that was uncalled for.” Kate grumbles, spraying water at her wife in retaliation.

"I was this close to a great nap.” Yelena retorts, splashing her back.

"Why does that mean I have to go swimming?!"

"My heart told me it's what you deserved, and I always listen to it.” Yelena offers with a grin.

Kate swims closer to Yelena, wrapping her legs and arms around her waist and neck, effectively clinging to her.

"Do you?" Kate asks.

"Always.” Yelena utters with certainty.

"Is it saying anything about afternoon sex?" Kate teases, her voice dripping with lust.

Yelena pretends to listen attentively to an invisible voice.

"Not that I can hear, no.”

"That's a shame... cuz I was gonna put out." Kate playfully laments.

"Were you?" Yelena raises an eyebrow.

"OH YEAH. It's kind of the whole reason I walked out here. The abs are distracting, but it's because they're verrrryyyyy sexy. Make my mind wander.”

"Is that so? Interesting."

"Uhum..."

"Where does it wander to exactly?" Yelena asks, her tone suggestive.

"You. Me. That lounger. No clothes."

"You do know there’s cameras everywhere, and the guys out front can see them, right?" Yelena reminds her.

"Free show! They can call it an employment perk." Kate suggests cheekily.

"I'm not having my guys watch me have sex with you." Yelena argues, shaking her head.

"LAME... I think that might make you a bad boss. They're probably bored. It would make their day infinitely more interesting." Kate argues in jest.

Yelena bursts into laughter.

"I'm still going to pass." Yelena insists.

“There are no cameras in our bedroom.”

"Correct.”

"Although... I wouldn't be opposed to that." Kate adds roguishly.

Yelena hangs her head back, amused by Kate's audacity.

"We're not making a sex tape.” Yelena states firmly through her chuckles.

"Once again...lame! I could use some...content when I go away on Wednesday. Something to keep me busy while I'm all alone at night.” Kate pouts, trying to convince Yelena.

Yelena leans in and presses her lips against Kate's before responding.

"I'm sticking by my answer."

Kate sighs, feigning disappointment.

"So unfair. Three whole months, sleeping by myself. Without you. What's a girl to do every night?"

"It won't be three months. I'm coming in June for a few weeks and then again in July AND August.”

"But you won't always be there! A little video might make me miss you less. That's all I'm saying.”

"No cameras while we're naked. That’s me speaking as both your wife and highly trusted security expert.” Yelena tells her categorically but lovingly.

“BOOOOOOOOO!”

Kate grouses in response and Yelena's laughter fills the air.

"Do I at least get to see you naked? Without the cameras?" Kate asks with a pout, leaning in for a kiss.

“Now?”

“When else, babe? Yes, I’m trying to get laid right now.”

Yelena shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

“Don’t you have a dinner to get ready for?”

Kate groans in realization.

“UGH. I totally forgot I have that thing with Eli. I would so much rather be here with you. I can cancel.”

Yelena gently caresses Kate's cheek.

“It’s work, Kate. Don’t cancel.”

“It’s not like I HAVE to meet him before we start shooting. I can meet him when we get to set.”

“You’ve said it helps you when you get to know your costars beforehand. Go to the dinner.”

Kate sighs, a mix of disappointment and desire evident on her face.

“I hate that you’re so good to me. Be less rational, please. I’m horny.”

Yelena cackles and walks to the pool stairs with Kate still clinging to her. Yelena effortlessly carries Kate’s extra weight around and makes her way to the lounger. She wraps her beach towel around both of them, creating a cozy cocoon, and starts heading in the direction of the house.

“Babyyyyyy...Come onnnnn…” Kate pleads. “I have time. I don’t even have to do my makeup. It’s just dinner. I’ll be a really good girl. Yeah?”

"Where do you think I'm taking you now?" Yelena's teasing smile widens as she responds.

"Ugh, you're the best wife ever.” Kate exclaims, holding onto Yelena tightly while they climb the stairs to the third floor.

Yelena's hands find their way to Kate's ass, giving her extra leverage as they make their way up. Suddenly, a thought crosses Kate's mind.

“Bed's gonna get wet.”

"I wasn't planning on using the bed." Yelena confidently tells her.

"I don't know what that means, but I'm FULLY invested already.” Kate responds, excitement evident in her voice.

Yelena chuckles and closes the door behind them as they enter the bedroom, ready to enjoy their intimate time together.

---

Three days later, Kate boarded a plane bound for Prague to begin filming the movie that would later garner her a second Academy Award nomination. Little did she know that this very film would also be the catalyst for the downfall of their marriage.

[knightsofsliverandgoldstory]

Marc-André Fleury/ F!OC

Cover by @newlibrary

Summery: A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights. Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

Warnings: swearing, very very mild flash backs if you really look hard.

Word count: 7,568

As always follow my main account @callsign-denmark or main masterlist and my A03

Barlow and Harper were starting to settle into their new life in Vegas. Barlow went to practice each morning, training hard next to her new team before grabbing a quick lunch with a few of the guys. Then she would spend the rest of her day with her daughter, taking her around town to see all the new shops and even the playground. Barlow was getting ready for the preseason start, being a center she was going to run on the 1st line to test out the waters. She was nervous to say the least, like a rookie on their first game in the NHL. Changing teams was never easy, but going to a team that made it to the Cup finals in their first year…. She had a lot to prove. She got Harper dressed and ready for breakfast before she had to go to practice. Barlow threw on a pair of black leggings, a blue and purple sports bra, a white muscle shirt and a pair of runners. She threw her hair up into a messy bun and went down to see if Harper was ready to eat. She sat the toddler down in her chair and grabbed her cereal bowl, sitting it down in front of her.

"Mommy, can I come to pwactice with you?" Harper asked. She couldn't really say her R's that well so they normally sounded like W's. It was really adorable. Barlow sat down and looked at her redhead daughter.

"You want to come and watch Mommy's practice?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Harper had come to a few practices over the years but got bored quickly just sitting there for a few hours. She watched the little girl take a bite of her food and nod her head. Barlow smiled softly and shook her head before replying "Well Kate is going to take you to get a new pair of shoes today, but how about I have her bring you to the rink earlier so you can see the last bit of practice and then we'll get lunch."

She smiled at daughter who hummed happily as she ate. She finished getting ready for practice, making sure everything was in her bag before kissing Harper goodbye when Kate showed up to watch her. She walked out the door, going to her Honda CR-V and throwing her bag into the trunk. She started her car and pulled out of her driveway, heading to the rink. She watched as the Nevada desert scenery went by her window, the city in all its glory flashing by. She thumped her fingers against the steering wheel in beat to the music she was listening to. Her phone started ringing as she was at a stoplight. She looked down to see her brother, Patrick was calling. With a smile she answered.

"Hey Patty."

"Hey Barlow. How are you and my favorite niece settling in?" Her brother's voice filled her car speakers. Barlow smiled and shook her head.

"Harper is your only niece dork." She chuckled. "But we have moved in and Harper seems to have adjusted well. I'm still trying to get my bearings with the team and all." She turned left to keep going to the rink. She heard her brother sigh on the phone.

"Have you tried making friends?" He asked.

"God, you sound like mom Patty."

His laugh filled her car as she chuckled.

"Seriously Bar, I know you don't try when it comes to making friends. Is there no one on the team you can… I don't know, hang out with for lunch and stuff?" He continued.

Barlow rolled her eyes and turned into the parking lot for team members and parked her car. "Does it count if Harper ate lunch with a teammate and I joined them?" She questioned.

"Wait…. Harper went with one of the guys to get food? Without you? She never does that."

"I know. But she really took to him. She calls him pretty a lot."

"Who is this lucky man?" Patrick asked.

"Fleury" was all she said as she grabbed her water bottle, phone and keys. She held the phone up to her ear so she could finish her conversation with her brother.

"Like the Goaltender Fleury?"

"Yes Patty, the very one. The only Fleury on my team dumb dumb." She sarcastically answered.

"Well damn Sis…. He is single and your daughter likes him. You better pay close attention to that man. It's about time you found someone to make you happy again." He said, trying to reason with her.

"I love you and all, but I'll worry about my own love life, thank you. Now I have to go. I'll text you later. Love ya." Barlow smiled as she got out of her car. She walked around to the back to grab her bags of gear.

"Yeah yeah, it's what older brothers are for. Love you too. Give Harper a kiss for me." Patrick said before hanging up the phone. Barlow sighed and shook her head, throwing her phone into her bag. She brushed some stray hairs off her face and made her way into the T-Mobile Arena. She took the long hallways down to the locker rooms, the gold, white and black walls leading the way. The gold knights and Shields, the team logo lining the vibrant walls. She made her way to the locker room door and pushed it open, going over to her cubby. She dropped her duffle bag and sat on her bench, taking out gear to start gearing up for practice. The first preseason game was in a week and she wanted to be as fit and ready as possible. She was told they were playing her on the first line to see how she does with the team and to see where she fit. She had been here three weeks now and was starting to feel more at ease in the locker room, finding her way around and learning how things were run around there.

Pulling the dark gray jersey with the shiny number 42 on its back over her head, the silky jersey sliding down over her pads. She laced up her skates and then stood up, grabbing her helmet and sticks before walking down the tunnel to the rink. Only three guys were out on the ice, Marc-André, Cody and DeBoer, who was having Cody work on his slap shots and shorthands against Flower. The young rookie was good, but needed a few tune ups here and there, and there was no one better to practice against than Flower for a slapshot or backhand. He was good at stopping those shots, so getting one past him was not something that happened often. Barlow slipped in her helmet, letting her sticks lean against the wall near the bench as she before stepping into the ice and doing some simple stretches to warm up her legs and core before really getting into harder and faster warm-ups. She put her left leg up on the wall at the bench and leaned over it, letting her muscles stretch out before doing it on her right leg. Then she did some twists, going into a toe touch and then bending side to side. Once she felt a bit warmed up and went out into the ice to do some drills to warm up more. She went down into the splits on the ice, bending over her legs, touching her hand to her toes before bending the other way and repeating that. Then she got up and started to skate around, letting her body get used to the ice before she took a puck on her stick blade and started to do patterns with it between her legs, letting the speed build up before she snapped it at the empty net. She did this a few more times before DeBoer called her name.

"Kane!"

She snapped her head up upon hearing her name and skated over to the head coach.

"Hey I want you to show Cody what a real slapshot on Flower looks like. Playoff style." He said, giving her a wink. Barlow laughed and nodded her head, taking the puck near her skates and started moving it. She went down to the far end away from Marc-André and acted like she was just playing around. She saw Flower standing in the net, relaxed and not really ready for an attack. She smacked her stick down against the ice, earning Marc's attention. He snapped his helmet down, and smacked his stick against the bars of the net. She smiled and took off for him. She knew he was expecting what she did 3 weeks ago, to snow him out and then go bar down on the net, like she did in the playoffs. But she had other ideas. She raced for the blue line, pushing herself faster and faster. Flower got ready to block the shot, thinking she was going to pull the same trick as last time. But once Barlow hit the blue line she snapped her stick back like a golfer and hit the puck with all her strength. When her blade hit the puck it made a loud crack, the puck going flying through the air and right between Marc-André's right arm and right leg pad, smacking the back of the net with a loud snap.

Marc-André pushed his helmet up, staring at her wide-eyed before a smile took over his face. DeBoer and Cody were clapping as she skated over to Flower. She slid to a stop, spraying his pads with some snow with a chuckle.

"Well that was unexpected." He said, as he tapped her legs with his stick, making her laugh.

"That's the point!" Barlow answered back. DeBoar skated over to the netminder and the forward and patted Barlow's back with a smile. Cody gave her a fist bump and she smiled.

"And that is how teams make it to the playoffs… and win." DeBoer said to Cody. Barlow blushed and looked down at her skates. She hadn't won a cup yet, but she knew one day she would. It would just take time. "I've never seen someone hit from the blue line and go between the leg and bad before! That's Incredible!" Cody said. He was a bright young rookie who had a good future in the NHL, he just needed some training is all. Barlow smiled before leaning on the net, looking over at Marc-André only to find him already looking at her, a soft smile on his lips, and something in the back of his eyes she couldn't really pinpoint. She smiled lightly at him before ducking her head down a bit.

"I'm glad you are on this team and not playing against me anymore. You're a goalies nightmare with shots like that." Flower said with a chuckle, making Barlow tap his pads with her stick, a smile on her lips.

"Thanks Marc. Every girl wants to hear she is a nightmare, hahaha."

He shook his head before giving her a light shove, then taking off his mask and laying it on the crossbar. "Don't twist my words around BK." He joked. He leaned back against the net and looked between Barlow, Cody and DeBoar. Barlow started asking Cody about draft day, what he thought of Vegas, the team and then his family. The rookie seemed calm around her, his nerves seeming to melt away as he spoke to Barlow about draft night. Other members of the team slowly started to filter in, filling the rink with their soft chatter and laughing. Rookies and veterans alike warmed up, talked and joked as they skated around the ice, just happy to have hockey back up. Soon Barlow was back out on the ice, with Max and Mark as her wingers. They were facing off against Johnathan, Erik and Alex for practice. Barlow skated up to the dot where DeBoar had the puck waiting for a faceoff. She lined up against Johnathan, never looking at her opponent, her eyes never leaving the puck. She watched as it was tossed to the ice, and her stick snapped out to get it. She won the face off and snapped the puck back to Shea. The tall defensemen took off with the puck, before snapping it to Max. Barlow watched as Max took off with the puck towards Robin Lehner, the goalie in the other net. She took off after Max, protecting him from the side as he played the puck. She saw Erik coming from the side, so she quickly moved into position to keep him away from the puck, slowing her speed a bit to be able to get behind Max just a bit. Erik must not have seen that she moved slightly to defend Max and couldn't stop before it was too late. He slammed right into her from the side, his shoulder hitting her high on her shoulder/ neck sending her flying sideways as he went down to the ice. Her body smacked against the ice then slid into the boards, the wind knocked from her body. She laid there staring at the rafters. She knew she was still awake, so she started to do a body check, seeing what hurt and what didn't in her mind before even trying to move. Her left shoulder and her neck has some pain, her back felt fine, her arm kinda felt numb but that could be from the cold of the ice. She heard voices all around her but couldn't make them out. "Shit do I have a concussion?" She thought to herself. She groaned as she tried to push herself up, a strong pair of hands grabbing her arms, helping her sit up. She shook her head and blinked a few times before looking up to see everyone, literally everyone staring at her. Mark was holding her still, Erik, Max, Johnathan, and Alex kneeling close to her as the rest of the team looked on. The head trainer came running out, trying hard not to slip on the ice.

"I'm so sorry Kane." Erik said as he moved aside for the trainer to get to her. She shook her head at him, brushing it off.

"It happens in this sport. Don't worry about it." Barlow tried to reassure him. The trainer bent down and started to feel around her neck where the padding was not covering. He then lifted her arm and felt around seeing if anything was broken. She sat there, trying to sit still and keep a level head. She felt a bit dizzy but a fall like that would definitely make someone dizzy.

"Barlow, can you stand up? I want to take you back and do a concussion protocol on you to be sure all is fine." The trainer said after he checked on it her arms and shoulder around her padding.

"Alright doc." She simply replied, taking Max and Erik's hands to help pull her up. She leaned a bit on Max, feeling slightly dizzy upon standing up. She let her head hang a bit as Max and the trainer helped her off the ice, the boys tapping their sticks for her as she left. They took Barlow to the locker room where Max helped her down onto her cubby bunch before patting her helmet and going back out to the ice. The trainer, Dave as she learned his name was, was not the normal on ice trainer they had but he was covering today. He got to work helping her take off her upper body padding so he could better look at her shoulder. Once the top part of her jersey was gone she sat there, trying to block out the light. She knew she probably had a light concussion, she had some in the past and knew the signs. She waited till Dave checked her eyes, neck and head, making sure no bumps, bleeding or slow eyes were found before moving to her shoulder and arm. She winced a bit when he poked around her shoulder but kept it together. 15 minutes later she was leaning back against her cubby in a t-shirt with an ice pack strapped to her shoulder.

"Well good news is nothing is broken or dislocated and you don't have a concussion." Dave said after returning with some pain pills. "Bad news is you have some whiplash and a nice size bruise at the base of your collarbone. That will take about 3 or 4 days to feel good enough to play again. Nothing major, but you should rest it for a few days so you can play during preseason." He explained as he handed her the ibuprofen and some water. Nodding her thanks she took the pills and swallowed them with water before sitting the cup down.

"Thanks Doc. I appreciate it." Dave patted her shoulder before leaving the room. Barlow groaned softly as she pushed herself upright, leaning her good arm on her leg. She hated having injuries no matter how big or small. Not only did it impact her life at the rink but her home life as well. It meant she couldn't be as involved with Harper like she normally was and had to depend on Katie more to help out. With a sigh she started to pull off the rest of her gear, going slowly so she didn't get dizzy or pull anything. She stacked it all on her cubby bench to be put away once she stood up. She didn't realize time had gone by, or that she zoned out with her eyes closed, head back against the wall till she heard voices talking in the hallway. The high pitched child voice made it clear Harper had entered the hallways to the locker room, and knew her mother would more than likely be there or the rink and she was ready to find her. Around the corner came the little ball of energy, happily bubbling away as she walked with Katie and the assistant head coach.

"Hey baby!" Barlow said as she pushed herself up slowly from her bench. Her shoulder was sore and her head was kinda dizzy but nothing would stop her from holding her daughter. The toddler ran over to her mother, pure joy in her face. She picked Harper up on her good side, grunting lightly as she did so. Katie walked into the locker room and saw the look of discomfort on her friend's face.

"What happened to you?" She asked as she sat down Harper's bag in Barlow's cubby bunch.

"Took a bad hit during practice. Got a little whiplash but I'll be fine in a few days Doc says." Right after she spoke she heard the noise of skates mats and knew the boys were coming off the ice. She smiled at Katie who looked a bit uncomfortable. While Katie was her friend pretty much from the start of her career. They met through her brother who was at the time dating her sister but then broke up soon after that. They stayed best friends and after her fiance died Katie moved in with Barlow to make things easier on her while she played hockey. The move to Vegas was big, but Katie has gone through a bad relationship and wanted out of the city and a fresh start as well. So she came with Barlow and Harper to Vegas to remain as her nanny. Katie had been around hockey men for years but still felt weird about being in the locker room when they were in there. She only would come in when she knew Barlow was there because it meant they were at least covered where it counted. Barlow smiled at her friend before nodding towards the door, letting her know she was free to leave if she wanted to. Katie gave her a grateful smile before walking out of the room, just as the boys began to file in.

"Hey BK, you alright?" Erik asked as soon as he saw the forward. "Hi Harper." He waved at the small child who waved back shyly. Harper sat Harper down on her cubby seat before turning to face Erik. He still had a look of worries and guilt in his eyes and she felt bad, knowing he didn't mean it at all.

"I'm fine. I promise. Just some light whiplash and a sore shoulder. In a few days I'll be right as rain." She could see he still was worried but he didn't say anything, just nodded his head and patted her arm before going to undress from his gear. Barlow turned back to face her cubby and started to pull off her hockey pants when Harper began to squeal and darted off the bunch. Barlow looked up to see Marc with his arms opened wide as he sat on his knees, the little red headed toddler jumping into his arms.

"Bonjour ma petite fleur!" He said as he held Harper close, kissing her cheek. She giggled and grabbed his face, kissing his cheek before grabbing a fistful of his jersey.

"Bonjour Flower." She answered back. Her French had been getting much better with time and she was able to speak a small amount now with no problems. Harper could understand a lot more now then she could speak. Marc smiled at her before standing up, and walking to his cubby. Barlow smiled at the pair as she continued to take off the rest of her gear. Her shoulder was stiff and bending to take off her skates made her dizzy but she pulled through and got it done.

"How come you guys are done already?" She asked Marc as she stood back up. She felt slightly dizzy upon doing so but hoped she hid it enough. Marc looked up at her, after handing Harper his helmet to hold onto and look at.

"He said it was just a light skate today and he also had an appointment he needed to go to so we all just called it quits."

Barlow nodded her head as she looked into his deep brown eyes. The same eyes that seemed to make her lose her mind every time she saw them the last few weeks. She wasn't sure why or what power he suddenly had over her after she basically shut out all ideas of men from her life for years, and suddenly Marc-André had her feeling butterflies. Gigging pulled her from her thoughts and she looked pasted him to find Harper wearing his goalie helmet. It bobbled and slid around as she moved, being far too big for her tiny head, but she laughed and smiled nevertheless, making the others in the room smile as well. Barlow grinned at her daughter as she looked up at her, holding onto the helmet the best she could to stop it from sliding around.

"Look Mommy, I'm just like Flower!" The toddler laughed. Marc laughed and patted the helmet lightly, making the child laugh more. Max walked over with his helmet on and bent down to be eye level with Harper. "Put your head against my helmet Harper. We'll helmet hug each other like Flower does with the players on the ice." Harper leaned forward and bent her head slightly, letting Max tap his helmet against hers, making them both giggle as the helmet bobbled on her head. "Good job!" He said before standing up.

"Again! Again!" She laughed, clapping her hands. The guys all laughed before grabbing their helmets and putting them back on. Marc picked up Harper and helped her stand on the bunch seat so she was taller, holding onto her arms so she didn't fall. "Look Mommy! I do goalie hugs!"

Barlow smiled and grabbed her phone, clocking on the camera to take a video of all the players giving her daughter a helmet hug as the very attractive star goalie held her steady on the bench. All the players lightly tapped their helmets to hers, making her giggle with each one. Marc wore a big smile, helping her stay steady on the bench. He smiled up at Barlow and she felt her heart flutter, and her mind froze. It was like something out of a dream. She had always  wondered what a father would look like with Harper, doing something just like this, holding up their daughter as she giggled and laughed as their friends did something to make her happy, his smile lighting up the room as well. It was a dream that someone turned into reality, only Marc wasn't Adam, he wasn't her husband or Harper's father. It was like her heart begged for her to let it fall in love again, yet her mind was scared of being hurt once more. Her mind and heart warred with themselves over the scene in front of her eyes and she didn't know who to listen to.

After the last player tapped their helmet to hers, Marc pulled the helmet off Harper's head and sat it on his shelf, before picking up the child and nuzzling his nose into her soft curls. Harper wrapped her small arms around his neck, holding him close as she looked over at her mother. Barlow put her phone down on the bench and pulled the rest of her gear off. Down to just a sports bra and some athletic compression shorts she grabbed a Tshirt and slipped it on gingerly and then a pair of track shorts. Pulling on a pair of slip-on Docs, she let her hair fall loose down her back. Turning back to her daughter, she walked over to the pair and smiled. Poking Harper's cheek, making her giggle softly, Barlow gave Marc a soft smile to which he returned.

"Hey Little Bird, why don't we go get food?"

"I'll take you guys for lunch. My treat."

Barlow looked up into his cocoa eyes with wide eyes. Did he just say he wanted to treat them to lunch? "Oh no you don't have to Flower." She tried to keep her voice even, trying not to show that her heart was now racing. He just smiled and shook his head, shifting Harper in his arms to hold her better.

"Harper, tell your Mommy to stop being stubborn and let me take the two of you to lunch." He said in a singsong voice. "You want to go have lunch with me don't you Harper?" He then turned to look at Barlow with a mischievous smile.

"Mommy lunch with Flower!! Lunch with Flower, please Mommy!" Harper said, bouncing in his arms, clapping her hands. Marc gave her a bright smile, knowing full well she wouldn't say no to her daughter. Barlow shook her head, letting out a sigh and put her hands on her hips.

"So who's leaving their car here?" She asked with a defeated sigh. Marc grinned and kissed Harper's hair before answering her.

"I took an Uber today. My car is in the shop. I'll drive since you got hurt and then I'll drive you home, and Uber from there."

Barlow cocked her head to the side and gave him a knowing look. "I can drive my own ca-"

"Nope. You got whiplash and need to rest. Therefore I'm driving." Flower said, cutting Barlow off before she could finish what she was saying. With one last snuggle he passed off the toddler to her mother and grabbed his clothes. "I'll be right back. I'm leaving my gear here for the day." He said walking to the shower to change. Harper smiled up at her mother and Barlow shook her head.

"What did you get us into Little Bird?" She sighed before kissing her daughter's head. Harper giggled and played with her mother's hair, snuggling her face into the crook of her neck. Barlow rocked her gently, ignoring the chatter of the guys around her as she went to sit on her cubby bunch, feeling slightly dizzy again. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of Harper's shampoo as she held her daughter. After a few minutes she felt a tap on her shoulder and she looked up to find Marc smiling down at her and Harper with soft eyes.

"Come on, let's get you and this little flower some food." He said gently. He picked up Harper's backpack and Barlow's bag, following them out of the locker room, unaware of the pairs of eyes from the team watching them leave, all with knowing looks to each other. Barlow found Katie talking to Shea Theodore outside the locker room. Katie seemed deep into the conversation with the young defenseman and he seemed totally smitten with her. Barlow walked up to the pair and smiled at Katie.

"Marc is taking Harper and I out for lunch. So you can do whatever for the rest of the day." She told her. The blonde smiled softly at Barlow, giving her friend a knowing look before nodding her head.

"Shea asked me to lunch so this works perfectly." Katie said shyly as she smiled at the young player. Shea gave her a grin before Katie turned back to Barlow. "Have a good time."

Barlow followed Marc down the halls and out the players entrance to the parking lot. He walked to her SUV and waited for her to fish out her keys from her bag. Once she unlocked the doors he put their bags into the trunk of her car while she put Harper in her car seat. Once Harper was buckled up she shut the door and handed the keys to Flower.

"Don't wreck my car please." Said Barlow in a joking tone. Marc stuck his tongue out at her before leaning down and kissing her cheek without thought. Barlow was shocked, but didn't pull back as his warm lips brushed the skin of her cheek bone.

"Very funny you are. Now come on, off to feed you and the child!" He said once he pulled back, seeming unfazed by what happened. Barlow shook her head, a warm blush heating up her face as she rounded the car and got into the passenger side. Marc waited till she was buckled up before turning on the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "So pretty ladies, what are we hungry for?" He asked as he looked in the rear view mirror at Harper.

"Nuggets!" The toddler cried out with a clap of her hands. Marc smiled at her before nodding his head, giving her his best smile.

"Nuggets it is!"

Barlow softly chuckled at the two of them. Harper was so at ease with him, it made her heart happy to see her so close to someone that was like her father in ways. Marc spoke the same way, and had the same joy and laughter in his heart the way Adam once had. The way he spoke French or how his accent rolled off his lips made her heart race, and yet at the same time made her feel so calm. It was like finding home again, and it scared her. Here was this man next to her, someone that was so gentle and good hearted, and her mind was so scared to fall again, even though she knew her heart was ready. The way he smiled at her wasn't like most men, it was like how Adam had before they started dating. The same smile of a man who had already fallen hard, but was patient and willing to let it fall into place. Barlow was so lost in her thoughts, she never realized Marc had been talking to her till he placed his hand on top of hers, making her eyes dart up to meet his. He was looking at her with a little bit of concern.

"I'm sorry, I got lost in my one head, what did you say?" She looked down to see his hand still holding hers, so she gave it a light squeeze. Marc waited a few seconds before squeezing back, and turning back to look at the road.

"Is everything okay Barlow?"

"Yes I'm fine. Really. Just got lost in thought. What did you say to me?".

Marc side glanced her before answering "I asked how you like the team so far, and if you felt like you were setting into the city well?"

Barlow was till thrown off by the warm feeling of his hand covering hers but she didn't shake it off. She liked it a lot. She smiled and looked out the window of the car at the city around them.

"I like it here. This town is cool, and always something to see. The fans are already amazing and the pride for this team is great." She explained. "As for the team I feel like I'm starting to find my way. I have always gotten along with my team but being the only female in the league I still stand on the outside a bit, and that's okay really. I got used to it over the years."

Marc waited till he stopped at a red light and turned to look at her. "This team is lucky to have you and the guys talk highly of you. Plus we all love Harper. So don't worry about fitting in. You already do." He said before driving on when the light turned green. His works meant something to Barlow more than she realized they would. When she had been with the Oilers she had Adam and after she had Harper and lost Adam, the team helped her out when family couldn't be there, but she was still on the outside. Some of the older players didn't like the idea of a female player and didn't accept her like some of the younger guys did within the league and the team. She knew it would always be this way but to know she had this team's support meant something. It would make playing here easier on her and Harper in the long run. Soon Marc turned into a small little restaurant parking lot and shut off the car.

"This place has the best food and it will give Harper the nuggets she so much wants haha." He said before getting out of the car. The warmth of his hand was suddenly gone and it felt like an empty spot filled her soul all the sudden. Shaking her head, Barlow opened the car door and got out. Walking around the car she found Flower getting Harper out of her car seat. The toddler placed her small arms around his neck, and smiled at her mother once she saw her. Barlow tucked some of her red curls behind her ear before Marc led them into the restaurant. When they walked inside the restaurant crew all smiled and greeted them.

"Hello Marc! Good to see you again." A tall, Middle aged woman who was wearing black dress pants and the restaurant logoed T-Shirt said. She looked at the toddler in his arms and Barlow standing next to him and smiled brightly. "You didn't tell us you were married! Hello my name is Faith, my husband and I own this place." She said sticking out her hand to Barlow.

Barlow took her hand and shook it while saying. "Oh, we're not married. I'm his teammate Barlow Kane. This is my daughter Harper. We just moved here from Canada, where I played for the Oilers."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you anyway Mrs. Kane."

"Ms Kane. I um… well… My fiance passed away a few years ago. Never married." Barlow said in a softer voice. "Kane is my maiden name. I'm Patrick Kane's younger sister."

Faith gave her a soft smile and placed her hand on Barlow's arm. The older woman felt for the young mother, but could see the look in Marc's eyes, how he cared for her and the girl already. "I'm sorry for your loss dear." She then pulled her hand away and grabbed some menus. "Let's get you guys some food!"

Barlow followed the group to a small booth in the back, tucked into a corner and away from most of the public eyes. She began to realize Marc was a regular here, and they kept him tucked away from the public eye so he could eat in peace. She thought it was nice of the store owners to do this for him. Sitting Harper down in the seat Marc then went to the other side of the booth so Barlow could be next to her daughter. Faith handed them some menus and pulled out a pen and table.

"I'm guessing you still want your regular coffee Marc?" She asked, hand ready above the table. He smiled up at her with a bright child-like smile, making the older woman laugh.

"You're too good to me Faith."

She turned to Barlow and Harper after writing down Marc's coffee order. "I'll have a raspberry lemonade please, and I'll get her an apple juice please." Faith nodded, writing it down and then telling them she'd be back in a bit to take their food orders before going off to grab their drinks. She was looking around the restaurant, looking at all the decor and out the windows, taking it all in. When her eyes met his it was like all the air from her lungs vanished. The soft look in Marc-André's dark chocolate eyes looked into her soul, like he knew every thought, every worry, every dream that ever came to her mind and heart. She blushed and ducked her head down, looking at Harper who was playing with the stuffed bunny Barlow had brought inside with them. When she looked back up he was still looking at her, a stupid, soft smile on his lips.

"What?" She asked shyly. He smiled a bit more and shook his head, leaning back against his seat a bit.

"Nothing." He said with a blush, rubbing the back of his neck. By this point Faith came back with their drinks and asked if they were ready to order their lunch. Barlow got Harper chicken nuggets and some apple sauce, and then got herself baked Mac and cheese with a small salad on the side. Marc went with the grilled salmon and some mashed potatoes. When Faith went to take the menu from Barlow she saw her right ring finger and smiled. "What a beautiful tattoo! I like that a lot." She told her before walking off to place their order. Marc raised an eyebrow at Barlow and reached across the table to take her hand. Turning so he could see the inside of her ring finger on the right hand he found a small tattoo there of the word "love" written in cursive handwriting and a small blue butterfly sitting on the letter E.

Barlow looked at their joined hands before looking up at him. "It's my late fiance's handwriting." She spoke softly. Marc moved his eyes up to meet hers, and he gave her a small smile.

"It's beautiful."

He let go of her hand and she rubbed the ink on her skin. She looked down at it, and sighed, before looking back up at him. "Adam was Canadian, but he spoke French like you. Actually, I believe you two might have been from the same area. Anyways he grew up in an old fashioned European house where they wear their rings on the right hand and not the left. But since I'm American, he wanted to use the left hands. So we agreed that to keep his family tradition, we would get matching tattoos on the right hand so when I couldn't wear my ring during games, I still had a ring of sorts on the right hand." Barlow explained to him. It was the first time she ever really spoke about Adam, and for once it didn't hurt. "I decided to still get something done, so I did the word love in his handwriting."

"And the butterfly?" Marc asked in such a soft tone. Barlow looked down at the small blue butterfly on her skin and smiled, a true smile as the memory came back to her.

"On our first date we went to the park. A small blue butterfly landed on his head and then flew and landed on my nose. He said it was the universe's way of telling him that he should kiss me. And then he did. It's one of my favorite memories." She said looking up at the men across from her. "Honestly it used to hurt to even think about him. But everyone said that coming here is a new start for me. That Adam wouldn't want me to be alone, for Harper to not have a father." She felt her cheeks heat up slightly as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Maybe they're all not wrong. Maybe it's time I find a new happiness."

Marc smiled at her and reached across the table to take her hand that was laying by her plate. His hands engulfed hers, but she loved the feel of his warm skin against hers. The look in his eyes was enough to drive her crazy, a look of wonder and… what seemed like love, shined in his eyes. "It's a beautiful memory, Barlow. Thank you for sharing it with me." His accent was thick and deep, making her stomach flutter. At this point Faith brought their food back and they began to eat, Harper chatting quietly to her Bunny as she ate, and a comfortable silence filled the air. It felt normal. It felt right.

After they finished eating and paid for their food, Faith handed Barlow a small take home box with 3 pieces of chocolate cake with a smile, telling her it was on the house. Barlow smiled and thanked the older woman for her kindness and followed Marc-André and Harper out the door. Once they got settled into the car Barlow punched in her address to the GPS and Flower started for home. Their drive was peaceful, Harper's light bubbling to her toys filling the air around them as they drove. A few minutes into the drive Marc reached across the center console and placed his hand on Barlow's knee. It took her by surprise, but she soon melted into the warm touch in her bare skin. His thumb slowly moved up and down over the skin of her knee as he drove.

"Thank you, for lunch." Barlow broke the silence after a short while. Marc smiled and glanced her way before his eyes found the road again. His hand gave her knee a slight squeeze.

"Of course. I love spending time with you and Harper. I'm glad you let me in, Barlow."

She smiled softly and placed her hand overtop of his. It felt right, and it felt safe. But before she knew it they were pulling into her driveway and he shut off the car. Barlow got out and walked to the back door to grab Harper from her car seat as Marc got their bags from the trunk, but left her hockey gear in there. Once they walked up to the front door it was being a teen again. Standing by the door after she unlocked it she turned to face him, unsure what the next step was. Marc seemed to sense her hesitation and placed the bags just inside the door. Barlow let Harper down and she took off running into the house, and into the living room to play with her toys. Turning to face him, he beat her to the chase.

"I already ordered an Uber, they'll be here in about five minutes."

"You don't want to stay a bit?" She asked.

He smiled and stepped a bit closer to her. Pushing a lock of her hair off her face and behind her ear he licked his lips before speaking. "I would, but I have to go pick up my car, and I promised my mother I'd call before supper. Otherwise I'd stay." His fingers still tickled the skin of her cheek, making her lean into his touch a bit more.

"I had a nice time Marc." Her voice was a bit more gravely as she spoke.

"Me too Barlow."

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips to her cheek, lingering there for a few beats before pulling back upon hearing a car pull up. He turned and saw his Uber had arrived and he turned back to face her with a smile. Her cheeks were red with blush, but a smile graced her lips. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. His arms snaked around her waist, and his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. When Barlow pulled back she placed a quick kiss to his cheek, before stepping back and opening the door to her house.

"See you soon Flower." She said softly before stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. Marc smiled to himself before walking down to his Uber. He knew right then and there one day, he was going to make her his wife, and he was going to show her what it meant to find love all over again.

[starlite-sin]

System reactions to Case 3 and 4

I'm not gonna remember everyone so we're doing this. obvious spoilers but they're mostly out of context

3:

"Oh it's an internal narration. Lovely."

"He needs to calm down. Like a lot. We just got here and he's already yelling?"

"Man's is a surgeon from Vegas? He had more than enough help what was that?"

"He was lying to get out of it"

"Well he's a bitch."

"Kate needs to dump him."

"Doesn't she die?"

"Spoilers!"

"We've seen this. Multiple times."

"How many masked assailants do they have if these two aren't connected?"

"Why would a detective be out for a random creep?"

"Why are you trying to logic a horror series?"

"I need consistency."

"We don't know anything about this."

"People who watch daytime TV aren't real, Kent."

"He probably watches Judge Judy too."

"That's rude."

"Kinda telling when the only two tolerable guys in this mess are cops."

"Damn Norris talking about your friend like this?"

"Jack needs to die. Like now."

*Collective groan when Jack starts describing ANYTHING*

"And the award for best actors goes to..." (Listening to Kent and Norris talk to the Reeves)

"Why is he screaming!" (repeatedly)

(In terms of captions) "Why do we care what gun Norris uses?"

"Why is he using a revolver? Don't cops use pistols?"

"Somehow this isn't the weirdest thing."

"I really dislike CR. I don't know why."

"We were rooting for you man!"

4:

"Don't stop in the road!"

"If I had a nickels for every time I saw someone die cause they stopped in the middle of the road, I've have two nickels."

*collective* BEN!

"So wait, are they from Forest Lawn? Cause 'move closer to the family' implies not but Ben from the school says yes..."

*collective groan when Webb showed up*

"Close your mouth"

"The translation isn't right and it's driving me insane."

*At the doppelganger* "i fucking love this shit!"

"If you got a ten year old, who wanted to go to the cemetery, why would you drug yourself up?"

"...Was there a warning at the front of this?"

"No of course not."

"He said it wouldn't link to Sally's original story..."

"Oh lord."

"...Cthulhu?!"

"Why is Slenderman throwing hands with a squid?"

"It's a little late for the purity shit now, man."

"i think this guy (Klein) has mommy issues."

"I'm autistic too, Breen, and I've never thought of kidnapping a child."

"Kate's a simp!" (There's no Kate in this case, they were talking about an alter)

"Did they just...not realize their ill kid just...vanished? Like what did Aiden say when the O'Bannon's asked?"

"'Where we keep the food to feed the hungry' And you never saw the brick wall holding a body?"

"Now what purpose did that serve?" (Doppleganger killing Helen)

"Maybe not the serial killer, but he was still there so you can get that?"

"Billiam."

"They're just chanting random shit it's not even scary."

"Why is he screaming!"

"Cause he's about to die?"

"He looks like the journalist asshole from Spiderman."

"Ah he's catching onto cop cover-up shit."

"Of fucking course it's Lorrain Warren. Who else would it be?"

"Zac Bagans?"

"Honestly, that'd be funny as shit."

"This looks like AI."

[bllsbailey]

OPINION: SNL Opens With a Subversive Take on Trump's Victory—and I Actually Thought It Was Great

I know plenty of folks won’t agree with me on this one, but I thought Saturday Night Live’s cold-open skit on Trump’s resounding election victory was pretty funny. Although the show has been openly—viciously—anti-Trump in the past, I thought in this bit they poked some fun at themselves and showed they were aware of their and their audience’s political leanings, but they didn’t lean into the histrionics and fear-mongering that they’ve engaged in in prior years.

Remember the absolutely horrid “song” Kate McKinnon delivered in 2016? It was NYC-Tinseltown hysteria at its worst:

They took some potshots at Trump in this latest bit, but they were mostly soft punches without the malevolence they have shown in the past with things like the Alec Baldwin impersonations of the former and future president. Those were just venal, hysterical, and humorless bits that I won’t even bother to link to.

Here, to me, as a media critic, the cast seemed almost good-natured and accepting of what happened Tuesday night. As I said, many on social media completely disagree and think it was yet another example of SNL’s continuing descent into promoting extremism, but compared to the drivel they’ve put on in the past, I thought it had a different tone. 

They throw you at first, acting as if they're going to deliver another somber, polarizing message that we've become all too used to. But at the 43-second mark, things suddenly change. 

You decide:

Compare it to some of the other garbage they’ve put out there.

SNL Alum Dropped Out of Awful Antisemitism Sketch Minutes Before Airtime, Was 'Uncomfortable'

Watching Angry SNL Trans Skit Was About as Fun as Hitting Yourself Over the Head With a Mallet

Saturday Night Live Proves Once Again It Has No Soul, Mocks Trump a Full Two Years Into Biden Administration

WATCH: Kamala's 'SNL' Skit Reveals Just What an Inauthentic Copycat She Is

Most of our readers despise SNL, with good reason, and would presumably rather watch “Gutfeld!” if they’re looking for some good comedy. To me, however, I find it interesting that SNL didn’t go scorched earth or throw out some despicable propaganda like the Kate McKinnon cr*p mentioned above. They will never be on our side, that is obvious, but I thought it was notable that they admitted that fact in tongue-in-cheek fashion and didn’t go nuclear. I actually chuckled at some of the lines, especially when Colin Jost came out in “QAnon Shaman” garb and told Trump to go after his co-host Michael Che, and not him.

Sure, there was some subversive humor in there, but that’s what comedy used to be about. I personally love a little subversion here and there. Internet star Peachy Keenan, who I love, completely disagrees with me, but that’s ok; people used to be able to disagree with each other:

Instead of doing the obvious joke, which is that no one is coming to arrest SNL comics and only self important psychopaths fear this, they instead betray their profound brainwashing. People in a cult cannot be funny, Exhibit one million

SNL will probably never return to its heights of the Chevy Chase-John Belushi-Dan Aykroyd-Eddie-Murphy (and so many others) eras, but if you’re looking for the nasty DNC propaganda junk they’ve thrown out for far too long now, to me, this wasn’t it. I actually chuckled at times.

As an added bonus, check out comedian Bill Burr's opening monologue. It's hysterical, and it's something they simply wouldn't have aired in the past:

[the-kaedageist]

A non-exhaustive list of things I want from the next arc of campaign 3:

Astrid and Essek argue loudly, then they grimly begin to work together and discover, to both of their horror, that they make a killer team (probably literally)

Delilah reveals herself around members of the Assembly and we see their various reactions. Bonus if their petty beefs with each other come out. Double bonus if it’s Delilah and Ludinus

Aeor stasis bubble go pop

Someone from Bells Hells buys Tusk Love to read aloud to the group

Eadwulf shows up, hits on Essek, flirts with Ashton, flirts with Orym, hits on Dorian, flirts with—

Fearne flirts with Eadwulf

BH drop the deets about Ashton, and Essek immediately advances on him to study him like he’s a bug under a microscope

Aeormaton secrets (and god do I wish FCG could be here for this). Devexian????

Any references to the Circle of Brass, bonus points if it’s Laerryn. Jackpot if Laerryn is somehow in a stasis bubble

BH continue to collect a variety of body parts in the hole, leaving Essek nostalgic for the Mighty Nein’s Aeor days

Dark star. Dark star!!! Level 20 Essek?

Some answers about what the heck Ludinus did to Molaesmyr

Astrid is hot and deadly (that’s every day)

Dorian and Essek end up stuck together having to make awkward conversation

Verin or Deirta Thelyss cameo (improbable, would be AMAZING)

Gelidon comes by to check out this new group of chucklefucks that are tromping around Eiselcross

Dramatic showdown between Ludinus and Essek that turns into an all out level 20 wizard duel

[littlecajunlady]

This is really old but I found the other one I did and wanted to do it again with different shows, ones I've watched more recently. I could only think of 4 shows this time so I changed it a bit.

Pick 4 shows, then answer the following questions, don’t cheat. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

Daisy Jones and the Six

Shadow and Bone

Bridgerton

The Legend of Vox Machina

-

1. Who is your favourite character in 1? - Daisy

2. Who is your least favourite character in 2? - Gonna go easy choice and say Pekka

3. What is your favourite episode of 4? - Those who walk away

4. What is your favourite season of 3? - Easily S2

5. Who is your favourite couple in 3? - Anthony/Kate

6. Who is your favourite couple in 2? - Kaz/Inej

7. What is your favourite episode of 1? - The last one

8. What is your favourite episode of 3? - A Bee in Your Bonnet

9. What is your favourite season of 2? - I think s2 had more of the Crows which is a plus, but S1 was just better overall.

10. How long have you watched 1? -It's only been out for like six weeks. Still obsessed tho.

11. How did you become interested in 3? - A couple days after Christmas 2020 I got sick for a week. Never planned on watching it, but people were talking about it a lot, and I only had the energy to lay in bed and watch tv so I ended up giving it a chance.

12. Who is your favourite actor in 4? - Laura Bailey, always (but Tal was really good in S1 and Liam in S2)

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 4? - I love Daisy Jones so much right now, obviously, but I have to give it TLOVM. CR just means so much to me and i still can't believe TLOVM actually exists.

14. Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 ? - Bridgerton, simply because it has more eps and it's been out longer

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? - Vex

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? - Not at all

17. Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple? - Karen and Camila!

18. Overall, which show has the better storyline, 1 or 2? - It's Daisy Jones for me.

19. Which has the better theme music, 3 or 4? - TLOVM of course

[rufusdawes]

Dough Nuts

I am not a cook. There is not the faintest tingle of an itch that needs scratching when it comes to the kitchen. Mine is a place where a kettle is boiled and only the occasional, reluctant dalliances with the gas hob, mostly as a way to curb the expense of dining out too often. However, I am supremely fortunate that many of my good friends are not just adept in the culinary department but masters and mistresses of their respective domains.

For a few years, I would be a regular at the home of Aaron and Kate, he the finest barbecuer of steak in all the land and she, a black belt in the world of sourdough. Sunday dinners chez A & K were akin to some of Australia's greatest grill houses except with an Italian grandmother's attention to serving sizes. However, since their move to Western Australia, the closest I now get to wagyu and sourdough is a pub’s own McBurger.

At Walker Street, Laura, Thalia, and Madura would often present multi plated feasts using pots and pans that carried fancy French names, herbs and spices sourced beyond the Coles and Woolworth staples, and ingredients that had to be explained to me like I was five years old. But then Thalia moved to Adelaide and Madura got a girlfriend. It's been several months since a Walker Street dine in.

Fortunately, the void has been oft filled. Not by me, obviously. I'm good for bringing a bottle of red just expensive enough to not be cheap, but nothing more. Instead, it is AJ who has assumed the crown, expert as he is in the art of the homemade pizza.

I don't know if making dough is easy or hard, or even how to do it. Both Kate and AJ make it look second nature. There's an aura watching people in their element. Latterly, watching AJ turn out his pizza base creations is not dissimilar to watching some Olympic gymnast twirl across the floor, what with all those spins, tosses, and flicks. He's just a backflip shy of tens across the board. Toppings are sourced, created, and combined beyond those that I could and would conceive of. If I was ever to shop for a pizza night, I'd be returning with frozen bases, grated cheddar, a squeezy tomato based sauce, some processed meat and, if I was feeling really fancy, maybe some rocket. After all, it's important to eat your veggies. Actually, let's be honest, if I was ever to shop for a pizza I'd be coming home with a frozen McCain.

AJ, on the other hand, is prepping for his toppings by bringing out knives and their sharpeners. At arm's length, the blade is drawn down against the tool's edge and up again ensuring both sides are equally keen. The sound of a dozen Death Star doors opening and closing is made as the swoosh, swish of metal gliding against metal occurs. Once satisfied with the honing of the steels, it's time to put them to action.

Apparently, there's a technique for slicing and dicing with a knife. As with every other time, AJ takes time out to show me the position of the fingers on the non-wielding hand, the pivoting of the knife as it moves swiftly up the object of its laceration. The lesson ends, as always, with recognition of my feigned interest, especially since the only time I might practice my knife skills are for help on opening up a box of cereal.

Garlic, prosciutto, mozzarella, capsicum, chilli, and potatoes are among the ingredients brought out for preparation. Olive oils with a particular provenance may be favoured. I'm watching, still trying to work out how the dough is made. Is it just flour and water?

Eventually, flavour combinations are created, and the pizzas are ready for their brief repose in the crematorium that has been assuming its high temperature throughout the evening. Each will see just a couple of minutes inside, enough to crisp that base up to perfection, the briefest of chars mottling the fluffy edging. Half a dozen or more pizzas will go through this process, each offering infinitely more thoughtfulness and flavour than any local options.

The chatter subsides as we fortunate recipients that have been crowding the workbench get our chops around our first slice, replaced instead by the satisfied moans on behalf of our contented gullets. Once sated, we can return to our inexpensive reds and, if like me, contemplate how flour and water can be made to taste so good.

As with ever other occasion when I am so fully fed and inspired, I return home full of an eagerness to perhaps crack open one of the handful of cook books that sit in my kitchen. I think of what it is I might one day be able to adequately bring to a table. I've always felt I should eat more fish so perhaps this should be my entree into the culinary world. I'd wow my guests with my filleting skills and they'd go home and write about my inventive marinades. Or, more likely and as has always been, the inspiration will run dry. I'll wake up the next morning, put the kettle on, get some bread out the freezer to warm before adorning it with a raspberry conserve. Coffee, and jam on toast. You know, in my own limited way, I too can make flour and water taste good.

[ashtonshammer]

Liam proving once again that there’s NOTHING sexier than a wizard

[the-kaedageist]

These are all such excellent points!

I also think it’s incredibly realistic that, even at level 20, Vox Machina would not be able to single-handedly solve every problem in Exandria, or even the deeply-entrenched ones in their own backyard. No matter how powerful a group of individuals are, they are never going to be able to solve systemic, long-standing issues like corruption, abuse of power, poverty, crime, etc single-handedly. Reaching level 20 in a game based primarily on combat is not the same sort of power as being able to completely reform a hierarchy-based system of ownership and property, change the way people view poverty and wealth, or prevent corrupt government officials from continuing to operate the way they have for generations.

Killing ancient dragons and enacting massive societal reforms are completely different skill sets, and the fact such problems still exist when Vex sits on the Council and the other members of Vox Machina are at level 20 is actually far more realistic to me in terms of worldbuilding than a world where everything has been solved. I would love to see this explored in future campaigns - but unfortunately, the work of building a better society is often a lot of coalition-building and incremental changes, taking decades or longer - which can be somewhat difficult to portray via actual play.

One criticism I've seen of how Aabria is running "Exandria Unlimited" that I want to unpack and push back against (because I think it speaks to a wider problem Critical Role is going to grapple with the more they tell different stories in a shared universe) is this one: "The way she is narrating Emon is disrespectful toward/ruining Vox Machina (or specifically Vex as part of the council) because if it was true to their characters they'd step in and solve it and/or never have allowed corruption or crime or problems like this to get this bad in the first place." And I'm not sure to what extent people realize that what they're actually saying is: "this is set in Emon, why isn't this Vox Machina's story?"

(As a quick aside, the higher level the Mighty Nein got, the more I started to see this idea hovering over that campaign as well. Any problem the M9 encountered that seemed even mildly "big" on a world-level would be met with a certain amount of "why wouldn't Vox Machina just step in and solve this? They're famous and well-known level 20 adventurers." I would be willing to bet anticipation of that kind of question was at least part of why Matt staged the final battle of the Mighty Nein campaign on another plane of existence, and it certainly played into his "minimal crossover between campaigns" rule.)

What's happening is an idea that because other characters have previously existed in the world and now hold positions of power/fame, it would be "disrespectful" of their journeys to have any future conflict or corruption in the narrative for new characters to grapple with. But that is stifling on a storytelling level. Aabria's version of Emon is cool, and layered, and interesting, and engaging with complex real-world dynamics in a fantasy setting. Why should she be prevented from telling that story just because "Vex wouldn't have let that happen"?

For one thing, the Vox Machina characters aren't saints. It's frankly weird to hold onto them as sacred cows. They're not going to solve all problems or always do everything perfectly. That to me seems more a misunderstanding of those characters than allowing the world to grow beyond them does.

But on a larger level this gets back to the point about shared universes that I wanted to get into: with shared universes like this, at a certain point part of audience buy-in has to be that, just because it's existing in the same universe, doesn't mean it's a story about all of the characters in that universe. Big comic book properties have this as a sort of understood rule. A Jessica Jones story might have a really powerful and frightening villain, and that villain is going to be defeated by her because it is a Jessica Jones story. It's possible to ask "Why wouldn't Spider-Man step in if this were happening in New York?" or "If this is so bad where are the Avengers?" - but the conceit of the medium means that's not a good question, because the simple answer is it's not their story. And it's also not a reflection on them that they somehow didn't prevent the problem in the first place, in spite of existing in the same world.

Idk how I want to end this, other than that it's something I've been wary of seeing misunderstood about a shared Exandrian universe since at least the mid-Mighty Nein campaign. References to the shared universe itself and potentially the other characters are bound to happen! But to expect it to center or be behold to the old characters is a refusal to accept the conceit of the new story. Allowing for different stories to exist and have their own themes and ideas is part of how a shared universe diversifies, on every level.

[magicxlady]

"Everyone wanted so many things from her—to believe in herself and see her own true beauty, but not to be conceited, to know her place. Be more than your looks, but never speak out of turn. Don't be defined by love, but remember, you're nothing without it. Be a princess. Find your prince. You don't need a man to complete you. Stand on your own two feet."

bea schumacher, one to watch.

cr: @rosiecobalt and @laruedetails on pinterest.