#madame trash heap

[crispycreambacon]

Home Is Where I’ll Go

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Please read the warning in the summary before reading the fic.

Matt thought he had committed the gravest mistake of his life when he broke his Uncle Gobo’s rock and got kicked out of his own cave. A run-in with the Trash Heap made him realize it may have been the best mistake he had ever made.

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And thus marks my triumphant return to the world of fanfiction! Thank you all for your patience.

I sincerely hope y'all will enjoy this one. It's a silly idea I had of Madame Trash Heap taking in Matt when he was a child that turned into a lot more than I expected, and this piece was very cathartic for me to write. If it resonates with you, then all the better.

Many many thanks to my friend MadameGemKnight who I owe so much to from being the motivation for me to make this to just being there for me as an amazing friend. And many thanks to you if you check the fic out! Even if not, may you have a lovely day regardless :]

[burts-baked-bees]

Okay?

OPLA Sanji x Fem!Reader

{masterlist for OPLA Sanji ongoing story}

Tags: Slight angst to fluff, slight pining, Sanji and reader are close friends and have truama bonded, Sanji has no clue he's in love with reader the poor sap

CW: Launguage, mentions of abuse, slight WCI spoliers, mentions of drinking

“I swear I’m one shift away from throwing myself in the godforsaken ocean.” Sanji huffed angrily as he threw himself down in a nearby booth. The Baratie had cleared out for the night leaving the cooks to clean the line and the waiters to clean the dining room, but halfway through the dreaded cleanup Sanji had both metaphorically and physically thrown in the towel. The dish cloth he had been holding went flying across the room as he put his feet up on the booth he was in and groaned indignantly.

“That old shitbag won’t so much as let me breathe on the line! I’m a cook! Not a fucking waiter!” He yelled, turning his head back towards the kitchen, as if Zeff could hear his complaints.

“You think maybe it has something to do with the fact that you call him an ‘old shitbag’?” A voice came from the other side of his booth. A small smile curled his lips as he sat up some and peeked over the rounded edge of the red leather seat.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your nap time madame?” Sanji laughed as he took in the sight of Y/n laying on her back with her eyes closed in the opposite booth. “So sorry for the inconvenience, but aren’t you meant to be cleaning tables?” He teased as Y/n cracked an eye open and glared at him.

“Aren’t you?” She asked with a sly grin, earning an eye roll and angry huff from the blonde.

“Seems the only thing I’m meant to do is slowly die from boredom in this trash heap of a restaurant.” Sanji sighed as he fell back into his seat, pulling out his lighter and messing with the lid. Y/n laughed softly before sitting up and resting her arms on the dividing seat. She placed her head atop her arms and looked at him with a mock pout.

“Awww is the best chef in the East Blue all bummed that his dad doesn't like his cooking? Again?”

Sanji snapped his lighter closed and raised a finger at Y/n, pointing aggressively at her with a snarl.

“I am the greatest chef in the East Blue. Even if that geezer can’t see it.” He stated, earning a chuckle from Y/n as she sat up and raised her hands in surrender.

“Easy now, no need to shout at a lady.” She cooed as Sanji chuckled and gave her an angry smile, hanging his head.

“How dare you throw my own principles back in my face.” He chuckled as he began fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger. Y/n sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms again, smiling softly at the mop of blonde hair in front of her. She reached over the divider and brushed some of his hair from his face, earning a soft hum from Sanji as he closed his eyes.

“I think we both know he’s only doing and saying these things because he wants the best for you. Though I’ll be the first to admit, his way of going about it is absolute shit.” She laughed as she watched his lips curl into a smile. He looked up at her, her fingers brushing against his cheek as he moved.

“Yeah, I know…” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. She pulled her hand back and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “But you're a stowaway as much as me.” Sanji joked, “And yet I’m the one being treated like a sniveling child every fucking time I step foot in that kitchen.” He huffed as he looked over at her through his bangs. She chuckled as she hung her arms over the back of his booth and cocked her head to the side.

“My dumbass thought I could be a pirate and got stuck here paying off a debt cuz’ my ship damaged the hull of this ‘trash heap of a restaurant’.” She fired back, using his own words. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it again as he shook his head.

“Yeah that was pretty dumb.” Sanji joked as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the seat beside him. Y/n gawked at him before laughing and reaching forward to hit him softly on the shoulder. He leaned away from her and shouted

“Oi! Don’t damage the goods!”

She looked at him with mocking wide eyes and barked a laugh,

“Both Patty and I would have to disagree with you on that one, lover boy.” She snarked as Sanji rolled his eyes. A calm silence filled the space as Y/n sat up on her knees and looked at Sanji. She could see something was going on inside his head, and she knew him well enough to infer that he wasn’t going to say a damn thing. She studied the way his brow furrowed and noted how his eyes seemed more gray then blue in moments like these.

There was a profound sadness in him that she had only caught glimpses of in her three years aboard this ship. A profound sadness that he had more or less shared with her one drunken night in the bar when they should have been sleeping. A profound sadness that she wished every single day she could lift from him. The two sat in silence as the ship rocked softly under them; Y/n felt compelled to speak, to do anything that might help ease his overactive mind.

“Still, knowing what I know, having Zeff treating you like this can’t be good for the ole’ psyche…”

Sanji tensed up slightly at her words and Y/n mentally kicked herself for making that insinuation. She wanted to help him, but after the words left her mouth she felt a heavy guilt fill her bones. She watched as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling ever so slightly.

“Trust me, love. I may complain like this from time to time-”

“Almost ninety-five percent of the time."

“Ooookay. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, but nothing is worse than… what I came from.” He gave her a somber smile and pulled out his lighter again, flipping the lid open and closed in an almost rhythmic pattern. She returned his sad smile and pushed her baby hairs from her forehead.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.” She spoke softly as she looked out at the empty dining room; the tables were cast in an eerie candle light and the china adorning the tables glimmered like stars. Sanji looked at her, as her attention was placed elsewhere, and smiled fondly. He felt a warmth rise in his chest as he took in the curve of her profile. The slope of her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the round of her cheeks. The candle light of the empty room cast dancing shadows on her face that made her look otherworldly; he felt his smile, and eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Y/n I wouldn’t have told you about my shitty past if I didn’t trust you to check in on me like this every now and again.” Sanji spoke softly as Y/n turned her gaze back to him. She was almost stunned to see the expression on his face. The look in his eyes was, most of the time, reserved for the elegant ladies that entered the restaurant day in and day out. And yet here he was looking at her like that. She brushed the fond gaze off and swayed her head back and forth while giving him an apologetic look.

“I know, but it’s still not my place to dredge up old memories of abuse when I don’t even know the full story.” She responded, playing with the ends of her uniform shirt.

Sanji smiled at her and leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced himself on the seat top while the other reached forward and pulled her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I appreciate you checking on me. It shows that you care.” He said softly, his words muffled seeing that his lips were still connected with her forehead. She smiled softly as he placed a loud exaggerated kiss to the skin there before pulling away and holding her face in his hand. “Okay?” He asked with a huge smile. She laughed at his theatrics and moved to stand up, leaving Sanji sitting alone in his booth as he looked up at her standing form.

“Whatever you say-” She began as she reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a laugh and allowed Y/n to pull him to his feet. “-My favorite Baratie waiter.” She finished as she dropped his hand and started walking away from him, stifling her laughter. Sanji stood there with his jaw dropped as she walked away from him, his shock soon turning into a smile as he watched her shoulders shake from holding in her laughter. He let a chuckle slip out as he pushed up his sleeves and made a beeline for her.

“How DARE!” He yelled as he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground slightly laughing as she yelped and then dissolved into laughter when she broke free. She began running to a nearby table to put distance between herself and him as she pointed at him,

“Not fair!” She yelled, watching as Sanji pointed back at her.

“Don’t you dare get me started on ‘fair’!” He responded as he laughed.

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Zeff stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching as Sanji ran around tables with that wannabe pirate waitress. He observed in silence as the pair laughed and threw dish towels at each other instead of cleaning tables.

The small boy he once knew, terrified of making connections with those around him due to some dark past he kept to himself, was smling and laughing as he chased around what could only be discribed as a friend.

A small smile curled his weathered lips as he shook his head and walked away, the sounds of youth fading into nothing.

“Not bad, little eggplant… Not bad…”

[peaceful-mokeyfraggle]

Back in November of 2021, I started writing all about Fraggle Rock. This book is filled with art, a couple of my favorite Fraggle Rock quotes, and a lot of writing. I have finally finished it tonight, after almost two years. I dedicated this book to Jim Henson, his performers and all who have worked on his numerous projects. They made my childhood truly remarkable.

Fraggle Rock will always be my favorite Jim Henson production. Like Madame Trash Heap said, “You can’t leave the magic.”

[toweroftickles]

Random: You ever get Stockholm syndrome about character designs?

See, I’ve become fascinated by the epic faceplant that was Concord. Studying it. How and why it happened. The failed 70s sci-fi/Moebius aesthetic is a hideous mess of clashing colors and shapes, the characters are ripoffs, the trash can robot has pronouns…we all know it was a mountainous heap of Madame Web-level cringe and we all took delight in picking the carrion clean.

But, God help me, I’m actually starting to like the look of this green alien chick. (At least, her red-orange and punk-rock alternate skins.) Maybe it’s just because she’s the only new game character I’ve seen in a while with any kind of tickly vibes.

NGL, really cute belly button ^ Perfect for feather tickles

Googling…googling….

…wait a minute, her name is “It-Z?” Like “itsy bitsy spider?”

😑 …Fuck, this game was made by idiots.

[galushanationalrailways]

The Fraggle Rock Story ch. 4

Chapter 4: Gobo Comes Home

The reason Gobo was late coming home from the Trash Heap was because he had stayed the night in a cave to cry a little. Of all the times he had visited Marjory, this had to be the most utterly useless piece of advice he had ever been given. It had proceeded like most visits to her, Philo and Gunge had given him the introductory spiel as per usual, but Marjory herself seemed rather preoccupied.

“What’s your problem, little fraggle?” she asked, sounding more annoyed than matronly.

“Well, Madame Heap, all my friends are in love, and--”

“Oh, love stuff huh, you’re just in love like the rest of them I suppose, got some little lady you wish to clasp to your heaving bosom or whatever. I’m tired of you all coming to me night and day, eyes wet with lovesick tears. Can’t you get some new problems?”

“But--”

“Oh, take the dodgasted love potion,” she said, hurling a vial at him, “take the darn stuff and learn the same dodgasted lesson about how you can’t manufacture love, etc. etc. etc. I’m done.” And she sank back into the earth.

“We should have warned you,” said Gunge, “She just hasn’t been herself since the Gorgs’ recycling bin ended things.”

“Good luck with the lady, loverboy!” said Philo.

Gobo walked back dejected. Nobody could understand that he didn’t want romance, love, or any of it. Not Uncle Matt, not Marjory, not Philo and Gunge, nobody. He walked back to the hole slowly, in a state of total solitude.

“Oh, look, a fwaggle!” cried Junior Gorg. “I’m gonna thump you an’--”

“Not today, Junior,” said Gobo with a wave of his right paw.

“Oh okay!” said Junior, skipping away merrily. “Some other time then!”

Gobo didn’t want to go home just yet. He was too sad to face his friends, especially the lovesick ones. So he went into a mostly non-threatening cavern he knew, found a little spot to nestle himself into, and alternated between sleeping and weeping. He wasn’t the weepy type of course, but he could not see a way out of his problem. He would never fall in love, he knew this, but it felt as though everyone expected him to, that he would have to try to pretend to fall or remain forever a disappointment to his friends and relations. If there was anything he hated, it was disappointing them, but he couldn’t see any real way out of it. At least, not one that didn’t involve hurting people. The only thing to do was to cry his heart out for a little while.

In the morning, he awoke and trudged back home. He arrived at his house about ten minutes after Wembley left.

“Where on earth have you been?” asked Red.

“Trash Heap.”

“What for?”

“To figure out how to deal with you one-sided lovebirds.”

“What did she say?” “She didn’t say nothing. Just gave me a bottle of love potion, completely misunderstood my question--”

“You don’t still have it, do you?”

“Yes, I pocketed it without thinking—now I’ll have to dispose of it safely. You remember what happened the last time.”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Where’s Wembley?”

“I sent him off to Boober’s, told him to confess his feelings--”

“Really? And he did?”

“Yes! I told him Boober probably loves him back, and the sooner he confesses the sooner he stops crying—and that way that’s one less broken heart you’d have to deal with.”

“Good point, Red. Well, now to dispose of the love potion—I only hope we don’t try to make out with the sink,” said Gobo. He uncorked the vial and poured the potion down the drain. Unfortunately for him, as he was shaking out the viscous remnants, a few drops fell on his paw. “Oh shoot! Got some on me. Heh—hold your nose, Red, ‘till it wears off. Red? Red? NO!” He looked over at his friend, whose pupils had dilated to pinpoints.

“D… DARLING!” cried Red. In twenty seconds Gobo had climbed three-quarters of the way up the stalagmite he used as a hatrack, teeth chattering in fear.

It was, in one of life’s little ironies, precisely at this moment that Mokey rounded the corner of the pathway to Gobo’s house. She was just about to knock on the door when she heard wild, impassioned cries coming from within.

“Come down from there, hot stuff, and kiss me! Oh, you beautiful creature, how could I have been so silly as not to notice the great big hunk of Fragglehood before me all along? We’ll have to make up for lost time, I suppose—kiss me, you wild, impetuous boy, you! Gobo, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“Well,” thought Mokey, “That settles that.” She began the long, lovesick slog home.

Gobo gained the courage to speak at last. “Red, you’re out of your skull! It’s the potion! The potion!” Here he lost his grip on the hat rack, and fell right into Red’s arms. She showered him with kisses as he tried to wriggle out of her embrace. Suddenly, the potion faded.

“Uh, Gobo,” said Red. “I wouldn’t happen to be showering you with kisses right now, would I?”

“That’s about the size of it, sister.”

“Oh, Gobo, I’m so sorry! How disgusting of me--”

“It wasn’t you, Red, it was the potion. It was that dodgasted potion. There oughta be a law about handing that stuff out. You couldn’t help it. At least the kisses didn’t last, oh, nine or ten seconds.” He picked up the black homburg he wore during periods of especially intense brooding, and headed for the door.

“Gobo, where are you going?”

“Outer Space. Clear my head.”

“I’m sorry again, Gobo, please don’t go on my account--”

“Again, it’s not your fault. I just need to get away from this love-stained rock for a while. See you around.”

“Goodbye, Gobo. Have a safe journey.”

“Goodbye, Red.” He grabbed a satchel of food and walked out the door. “And good luck.”

[twaigfraggle]

Watch through ????- Where it All began

Featuring my silly friends, Dentz and Keys

"play the first one where wembly eats glass or sumn like do you remember that?? he eats like a tube" (the context)

They're here

Keys likes Sprocket's name!

UNCLE MATT

Keys likes Matt's voice! (And Gobos)

He's also giggling quite a bit its lovely.

Uncle Matt is popping OFF in that journal.

Gobos reading!

Fraggle Lore!!!

Ear worm of a song istg...gna be stick in my head all day...

"Oh shit the gays are here!"

"GAYS I SMELL THE HOMOSEXUAL TENSION!"

Red keeps getting fucking STEPPED ON

Follow me <33333333

Fun fact Keys has never seen Fraggle Rock before! Dentz and I are showing him...we're indoctrinating him.

He likes Follow me!

Outer Space!!!!!

Think of me as- Traveling Matt! *Sparkle sound*

Sprocket and Matt are not friends :((

Keys is transfixed by this show...he's loving it!

"sprocket is so silly so scary i'm shaking in my cuban leather heels"

Uncle Matt is silly

"MOKEY"

"SHES SO SILLY I WANNA HOLD HER"

Wembs lil Doozer tube ditty!

"I really like this!"

"HES GONNA EAT GLASS"

Wembley- *Eats Doozer constructions*

"HES EATING GLASS cronch crunch"

Gobo's all sad :(( Poor boy is scared.

"I like this dudes outfit"

"Don't get used to it. He loses it after episode 13."

"aw :("

JUNIOR

MADAME HEAP

"SILLY GUY ALERT SO SILLY THE TRASH SILLY GUYS"

HARMONICA

"GO OFF LIL GUY"

Madame heap I adore you <33

The squads going to Space with him.

DOC AND SPROCKET!

Keys wants to go into the Fraggle hole

The hideous round thing!

SPROCKETS EEPIN

"His voice is well soothin'..."

"Yeah!"

"The beast...Thats cute!"

Gobo almost dies and they start singing...YIPPE!

Final thoughts:

Twaig: Very charming!- 9/10

Keys: "I thought it was Brilliant!"- 10/10

Dentz: "perfect i loved it in every way this is such a special episode to me"-10000/10

[honorhearted]

Numbnuts?

Benjamin scoffed, turning to face her once more. "What, so you've been tasked to bring about my safe transport, and yet you're threatening to harm the cargo?" He sneered then, chuckling without humor. "I'm not sure what trash heap Brewster dragged you from, madam, but here in His Excellency's army, we don't take kindly to threats."

Even with the pistol and saber on display, Benjamin didn't find himself recanting his words. It was true that at present, he was unarmed -- his own saber appeared to be propped against a tree at least five feet away -- and rolling his tongue around inside his mouth, he sighed in grudging defeat. He wasn't sure what it was about this morning, but God certainly had a cruel sense of humor...

At long last, Nina seemed to acquiesce. She gave a mocking salute, then agreed, “Aye, aye, Major Tallywags. You’re the boss. Of course, we have a stop to make along the way, another errand for your man Brewster."

Benjamin was about to snipe at her yet again, but faltered at the tail end of her admission. "An errand?" he asked, leery. "What sort of errand?" Caleb wasn't exactly known for necessity and subtlety, so he had his doubts.

"While you were conked out, I received word from a contact that Bigman Washington had moved on to Princeton this morning, but left some behind to play decoy," Nina explained. "They’re gonna need our help fooling the Lobsters into believing that a feckload of forces are still there.”

Despite his poor humor, Benjamin's face lit up into a relieved little grin. "Washington got away?" he asked. "Then...the plan worked?" Recomposing himself, he drew a hand over his mouth while his brow furrowed in thought. "How soon can we get there? I should be up to the task..." Slowly, a hint of his earlier disdain returned as he added, "If you can prove yourself helpful, perhaps I won't leave you there as a permanent decoy."

"What, so now you're not only a jezebel, but a thief?" 

“Seeing as I’m the one who's armed and you were just bare-arsed as a newborn, I’d choose my words extremely carefully, if I were you, numbnuts.” 

She half-turned to display his saber and pistol strapped to her body, unable to keep herself from smirking as she watched his scowl twist all the tighter. 

Despite his melodramatic attempt to storm off and strike out on his own accord, he quickly realized what she already knew (that he had no bloody clue where he was or where he was going), and jutted her lip in a pout as she feigned disappointment. 

“Lost our way already, have we, little piggy?” 

"The rules for this trip will be simple: you only speak to me when absolutely, positively necessary, and I'll try my best not to strangle you. Fair?"

God in heaven, she loved it when she could fluster a man to such a degree. 

Nina pantomimed locking her lips and then gave a mock salute, “Aye, aye, Major Tallywags. You’re the boss. Of course, we have a stop to make along the way, another errand for your man Brewster."

Handing over his weapons, she continued, "While you were conked out, I received word from a contact that Bigman Washington had moved on to Princeton this morning, but left some behind to play decoy. They’re gonna need our help fooling the Lobsters into believing that a feckload of forces are still there.”

[puzzlenation]

The WORST Puzzle Solvers in Pop Culture

The WORST Puzzle Solvers in Pop Culture

We celebrate puzzles here at PuzzleNation, and for the most part, we really try to keep the mood light and the overall tone a positive one. Because puzzles are great, and the people who make them are creative, brilliant, innovative, funny wordsmiths who labor for hours just to bring us some delightful challenges in black-and-white grid form.

As part of the general spirit of PuzzleNation Blog,…

[calicomoonkitten]

Madame Trash Heap is a dominatrix. More at 11.

[rightonwoman]

#63

Madam Trash has spoken.

[holehearted]

madame trash heap:

ok yall heres how it goes

wembley: shotgun boober: weaponized shield red: sword gobo: generic handgun mokey: knives

[dreamingofbabylon]

*submits a 311 service request for the city to come squash my yucky neighbors to death with their hooves* 😇🙏 love and light 🙏😇

[silverose365]

Once A Murader Always A Murader: Sirius x Daughter

Summary: Remus’s god daughter y/n Black gets in trouble with the Weasley twins after Umbrage takes her torment too far.

Walking out of my seventh night of detention I cringe feeling my hand brush against my robes pulling my hand up I read the words that I had spent the last three hours etching into my skin once again ‘I will not be a murader’ I feel the frown pulling at my face turning to my best friends “what’s wrong with being who I am?” matching sighs and similar cringes come from the Weasley twins as they follow me “nothing!” they answer together. I quickly feel George and Fred place reassuring hands on my shoulders we all stop suddenly hearing soft sniffing coming from a first year Hufflepuff. Approaching him I see the tight hold he has on his hand as I pull out my healing ointment frowning I whisper to the boys “I don’t have enough to help” they pull there’s out to add the last of them all together. The twins sit on either side the boy as kneel before him holding his hand I frown hearing them comfort the boy as I read his hand ‘I will not speak out of turn’ the boy jumps as I spread the ointment on his hand. I stand up faster then I meant to “go see Madam Pumfry in the morning to ask for more cream” marching off towards the potions room leaving the rest behind to go to there dorm rooms. I quickly wrap my arms around myself as I gather the ingredients for the potion I needed taking care to be quiet so Professor Snape wouldn’t hear me as I slip out of the cold room. Walking into the griffindor common room I’m not surprised at all to see the twins stare at me and my ingredients. Less then an hour later I stand before the gathered students who have heard my plan I look at the mix of colors students from all four houses stand before me “ok you can’t all come...Harry, Ron and the twins and I will be the only ones going because if we get chased after in anyway they will let me take the fall anyone caught will most likely face threat of expulsion”. By the time I had the Polly Juice brewed and I was looking at four of myself I grin handing out brooms to everyone “if we start to get caught the twins and I will lead you two back here”.

Watching Ron and Harry slip back through the portrait I grin as I fly through the halls already have knocked Umbrage’s stupid proclamations down and dyed her clothing Griffindor colors instead of her cringe worthy pink. However my fun is cut short being chased by Umbrage as I stop my broom just in time to not hug Snape to my surprise he hauled me into a classroom to hide me from my fate with the old witch. I look up to see him giving me an expecting look scrunching my brows in confusion he sneered “the Polly Juice” I avert my gaze as I hand it to him. He pulls a closet open revealing he other two of myself and produces a bowl of floo powder “I expect this show of help will be plenty of a thanks from all of the staff here for tormenting that woman now leave before she gets here”.

Remus watches as a howler is dropped on the table before him he sighs reading the hogwarts seal as he hands it to Sirius no doubt being about his daughter. We soon hear the yells of Umbrage’s screach “I DEMAND YOU COME GET Y/N BLACK AT ONCE ALL THREE OF THEM! SHE HAS BROKEN MULTIPLE RULES INCLUDING BEING OUT AFTER CURFEW, SHE HAS DYED MY WARDROBE RED AND GOLD, TH- THEY HAVE TRASHED THE SCHOOL HALLS, STOLEN FROM THE POTIONS CLASS ROOM! ALSO USED FLOO POWDER WITH OUT PERMISSION. I DEMAND THEY TAKE AN EARLY HOLIDAY AND THEY YOU COME GET THEM” wide eyes I follow the adults around the living room as Molly speaks up “just to be sure did she say three of y/n?” Sirius and I subconsciously nod our heads as we watch as three heads of brown hair (perfectly matched to my old friend beside me) fall in a heap on the floor in front of us. I watch as Molly glares at the three ‘girls’ as well as Sirius for once looking serious, I turn my gaze to three of my only god daughter or daughters I should say.

Facing off with three glares I bite me lip before seeing the boys still look like me “well I for one am glad there’s three of us” hearing my dad and uncle try to stifle small chuckles as Molly exclaims “oh yes that’s what we need one more of my twins let alone two more of you”. As if the twins could read my minds we all dart in separate directions Fred being caught by Molly quickly and Remus cutting George off just as they formed back into the tall gingers they once were. Unfortunately that left my looking face to face with my Dad as he looks down at me “Dad it’s not like I didn’t try not to that woman is a cruel horrible person who was hurting other people I was fine with taking it but that poor first year didn’t deserve her treatment” I’m efficiently cut off as he wraps his arms around me pulling me in a tight hug. Once we are sat on the couch he pulls my hand into his studying the cuts as Uncle Moony pulls out his wand “might hurt a bit”. I feel my tears in my eyes as I feel my skin close up “well I can’t do much for the scars but at least they are no longer open” I nod mumbling a thanks. Keeping my eyes to the floor I whisper “are you guys mad at me” I feel the couch dip as they sit on each side Remus starting out “in all the pranks and years I went through hell first with your father then with you I could never be mad, a bit upset yes but never mad. Besides it’s vary let’s say Griffindor of you to defend a first years honor” with a wink and a kiss to the head I’m left with my dad. I hear my dad chuckle softly “So why not have you drink the potion to look like them seeing as how people already can’t tell them apart” my eyes widen at the realization as I huff for not coming up with that.he pulls me into his side reading my hand “I won’t be a murader huh?” I pull eyes up to his determined “I will always be a murader” he grins wide at me “that’s my girl”. That night I sat with my dad as he showed me photos of his time in school even told me about some of the jokes he had played.

Looking down at y/n from the door way I smile at her sleeping form curled up on her bed as Sirius joins me after pulling her blanket on her. We sit in the living room as I turn to him “you know she may get expelled for this right?” He smiles over to me “she was tired of being treated such ways to see it happen to someone younger it was just too much for her. Dumboldor will understand as until he is back to school we will teach her what she needs from home. Besides this gives me time to get to know her more I’ve missed so much”. After a bit of quiet I can feel his eyes on me again “what Pads” I meet his eyes “how soon after her first day did it start?” I grin wide “her first night at school she filled Snape’s classroom with toads” I smile fondly at the memory “Professor Minnie didn’t know what she was gonna do with a carbon copy of you but she just knew as soon as y/n was sorted into griffindor she just knew”. Bidding each other good night I watch as Sirius becomes Padfoot then curls up around y/n smailing as she absent mindlessly cuddled closer to the black dog in her sleep.

[nemossubmarine]

Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #1

It’s time for the third season of our ongoing Warhammer 40k campaign, and this time it’s Deathwatch! Let’s meet the player characters:

Brother Krevax: A Raven Guard, youngest of the Marines of the bunch, wields a lascannon, has a jump-pack, an apothecary in training.

Brother Ortrecht: An Imperial Fist, very old, wields a power fist and a shield, dad jokes for days.

Brother Reigen: A Black Templar, wields a very cool sword, very serious, not great with people.

Sister Violante: A Sister of Battle of Ordo Dialogous, a self-described paper-pusher, translator of alien languages, wields a melta.

These four will be working for Inquisitor Uliana Genadiev, of Ordo Xenos, a radical Inquisitor. But more on that when they actually meet her, which is not this session.

The Astartes have recently finished their Deathwatch bootcamp, and are traveling on a Deathwatch voidship to get to their first missions. One day they are informed that they have been assigned to an Inquisitor, and should gather their stuff and go to the hangar to be transported to her.

Ortrecht is first at the hangar, very early with his servitor. Reigen and Krevax soon join him. There are introductions and then they get into a ship. The servant manning the ship lets them know that there will be two members from the Inquisitor’s retinue waiting to pick them up from the space station, where he’ll be dropping them off.

The Inquisitor’s people turn out to be a void-born woman, Iskra Ververs, who will be the group’s pilot, and a Sister of Battle, Violante Beatrix, who will be helping the Astartes on their missions. Iskra is definitely in awe and nervous about meeting Astartes. Ortrecht tries to assuage her fears, but it doesn’t seem to land.

Iskra explains that Madame Inquisitor is tied down elsewhere, and there just happens to be a mission for them. One of the Inquisitor’s agents, man named Lennart Owen has turned up dead in a trash-heap. He was set up in the hive-city of Oberhov with some equipment that would catch potential xenos activity. There has been no known activity in the city in years, but something triggered one of the alarms, and Lennart went to look for it and turned up dead. The Inquisitor wishes that whatever Lennart was investigating be found before the trail goes cold. If it turns out to be xenos or xenos-artefacts, they should be brought preferably alive or unbroken. Ortrecht asks for a clarification, and Iskra clarifies that the xenos should be brought in alive, unless their lives are in danger. During the briefing, Ortrecht cracks a joke, but only Violante laughs at it.

Now that their mission has been explained, Iskra goes to the cockpit to get them down to the city itself.

The party talks with each other, and decide they should go check out Lennart’s body in the Probators’ morgue first. Krevax mentions that he has some medical training, so he is interested in checking out the body. Ortrecht asks him about where he got the training. Krevax says he’s not yet an apothecary, but has been training under one for a bit. Ortrecht mentions that he could have used an apothecary in his last outing. The others are curious about it, but Ortrecht dismisses them, saying it’s not much of a story.

Krevax listens in on Iskra using some of the Inquisitor’s personal codes that will gain them entrance to the city and its officials. He’s pretty sure he got all of them right, so those can be used later, if there’s ever a chance.

Iskra drops the party off in the hive-city. She’ll stay behind with the party’s serfs, but they can be reached by vox if necessary.

The party starts to make their way to the Probators’ office. The city clearly hasn’t seen many Astartes around as they gather quite a lot of attention.

They are met at the morgue by a middle-aged Probator named Gideon Halmstorme, a gruff man who is always smoking a lho-stick. He gives the characters free reign on the body; so Krevax looks the body over. Lennart has died with a hit on the head by a blunt object (less of a weapon, more of a rock or something like that). He was in water either during or shortly before dying as there’s some water in his lungs. Krevax also spots a strange-colored fingernail within the brain matter. Asking Gideon about it turns up nothing, so the party asks if they may loan equipment to figure out more things about it, and Gideon agrees. They’ll put Reigen’s serf Gosai up to do that.

Before they leave, Ortrecht is left alone with the body for a bit, so he can take a bite and get some of Lennart’s memories near the moment of his death. He is somewhere dark and water-filled and gets pulled underwater by hands and yellow eyes. For the moment it means little.

Once they’re done with the Probators, the party makes their way down to where Lennart lived, a apartment building near the bottom of the hive-city. The difference between how the people down the hive live compared to even the Probators’ office is stark. Lennart’s apartment building is partially collapsed. On the top floor there are only two apartments, Lennart’s and one other.

The door to Lennart’s apartment is locked, so Ortrecht punches the lock off with his power-fist. The whole door collapses too. Reigen stays in the doorway to keep a lookout for the neighbors while the others do a sweep of the apartment. While there he picks up a note from Lennart’s floor from someone named “Ma” telling that Sonny got home okay. Ortrecht goes through Lennart’s shelves and grabs a multi-tool and some comics. Krevax finds a hidden door in the walk-in closet. It takes some effort but they manage to get it open using Violante’s keycard.

Behind the door there is a room full of machines; the equipment Lennart was using to keep track of xenos activity within the city. They quickly ascertain which is the radar that caught Lennart’s attention; there appears to be some kind of power surges coming from deeper in the city every couple of hours. The interval between the surges is getting shorter. Some of the equipment is gone. Lennart’s body had no equipment on it. Violante rigs up something so they can lug the big machine around.

Meanwhile Reigen hears movement in the neighbor’s apartment. He goes to block the peeping hole in the doorway. Soon the door opens and reveals a short, clearly blind old woman, the eponymous Ma, who isn’t a fan of cops and isn’t buying anything, don’t make her get her shotgun. Reigen tells her that he is an Astartes, so she invites him in for cookies. Inside there is an Ogryn with a bowlcut, Sonny. Reigen finds out that Sonny went out with Lennart when he died, but when he asks Sonny where they went, Sonny tells that he isn’t supposed to tell, which isn’t an acceptable answer.

Just then, the others vox in asking where Reigen is at. Reigen tells them he has a lead, so everyone joins him in the little house of Ma and Sonny Watkins. Violante gets to talking with Sonny and is much more persuasive about it, saying that they’re working on finding Lennart. While Violante talks, Krevax notices a high-tech backpack on one of the tables. In the guise of looking at the beautiful drawings Sonny has made of him and Ma (Ma holding a shotgun), Krevax stealthily takes a peek and notices that this seems to be equipment from Lennart’s apartment.

Sonny tells them that he often accompanied Lennart, as he is big and Lennart was not. This particular time they went to one of the bottom sectors of the hive-city, but there was a place where Lennart needed to go that Sonny could not fit in, so Lennart asked Sonny to stay behind and if Lennart wasn’t back in three hours to go back home. He wasn’t, so Sonny did. Violante asks if he could tell them where the place was. Sonny says he isn’t great with directions, but he can take them there. Violante lies to Sonny about Lennart being dead.

Ortrecht asks Ma Watkins about visitors to Lennart’s apartment, but Ma says she’s not the type to keep track. A bit of gentle poking turns out she is exactly the type to keep track, and she shows Ortrecht a notebook she’s been keeping. Lennart seemed to not have many visitors.

They call for one of their serfs to gather up the stuff from Lennart’s apartment. Ma Watkins has been doing some cleaning in there, and she asks if she may have an envelope of money Lennart left for her. Violante gets it for her. Ortrecht nails the door of Lennart’s apartment shut before they go.

So that’s what’s going to happen next time; the party will go to the place where Sonny and Lennart parted and hopefully get a scent on where the energy surges are coming from, so they can find it before anyone else does.

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Hi i saw some of you mdzs posts and i have a question; i’ve seen a lot of people say that Madam Yu acting the way she did as a cultural thing or cause she is annoyed a servant being treated like family. Which both don’t make sense to me? And she just seems cruel?? But i was hoping if you knew more bout that ;~;

I think you should go with your instinct. haha I honestly thought that Madam Yu just being a horrible person could be the one thing this fandom agreed on. The novel makes it quite clear, but some people will devil’s advocate anything ig? Personally I find it a bit weird and a lot awkward that some vehemently defend Madam Yu's brutal behavior in multiple part metas because she reminds them of their mother- a lot to unpack there. Now I’m not saying that Madam Yu can’t be a familiar figure to some. She certainly reminds me of my own mother, I’m just saying trying to defend her behavior is a really, really weird hill to die on. 

Let’s say we judge her as the Mistress of Lotus Pier. Can she abuse her servants- like WWX? (Side note it’s interesting that a lot of people who defend Madam Yu will aggressively argue jc & WWX are ‘brothers’ up until they need to defend Madam Yu and then WWX is ‘just a servant’). It’s true though WWX is not actually adopted so sure-  Madam Yu occupies a position of power and privilege and can afford to hit people who can’t hit back because they’re socially weaker than her. Does that make her a good person? Nope. Does that make her behavior correct at the time this fantasy novel is set in? Still no; she’s just an abusive and cruel master.

 As jiang cheng’s mother does she have any actual reason to feel that her son’s inheritance & position are threatened by WWX? Again no. In fact we see clear proof that she doesn’t consider WWX a threat when she sends him off with her son and demands that WWX protect jc with his life- knowing she would be obeyed. This is not her showing mercy to WWX, this is her sending the best disciple the Clan has to protect her son, meaning she knew very well WWX would shield jc with his life. So really her whole problem with WWX was her unwarranted hate for his mother, that she then took out on the orphaned kid under her authority, by singling him out for punishment & verbally, emotionally and physically abusing him. Remember, WWX is well acquainted with Zidian an electric WHIP prior to Wang Lingjiao’s arrival. So could her perpetual mistreatment be explained, though STILL NOT EXCUSED, as the valid concern of a mother : hell NO. 

Maybe she’s just full of affection but hides it under the guise of tough love* to strengthen her children & prepare them for the real world? Whilst I’m not saying that she didn’t love her biological children- or whatever passes for love in a person like that, she spent all her time chilling with her servant ladies and invested absolutely no effort or time in their actual enrichment. In fact the only time she did take an interest in her actual children was to put them down and emotionally abuse them or use them as weapons against their father. Abuse and love are not mutually exclusive. 

Abusers can love, but their love is still very much just a twisted version of the ideal most of us deem to be love, and deeply damaging to those on the receiving end of it. Lastly and perhaps most importantly, the novel written by a modern woman, in modern times, with contemporary sensibilities, makes no secret of framing Madam Yu’s parenting and behavior as bad! We’re not supposed to empathize with Madam Yu, or think her form of childrearing- via unceasing verbal/emotional abuse (extended to physical abuse of the orphan under her authority) were cool & nifty. She forced one kid in the role of nurturer, & encouraged one in becoming a toxic mess of an adult who flayed people alive for 13 years and is just a trash heap of bad character traits and rage.This criticism is reinforced in the way jiang cheng is now raising his nephew, echoing his mother’s behavior and thereby shaping Jin Ling into a friendless, homophobic, lonely, emotional wreck riddled with anger issues who in contrast immediately improves when shown healthy attention and affection by WWX. 

So no, let’s not excuse Madam Yu. Some people are just shitty and the only thing they have to offer the world is a warning to not be like them, and relief when they depart it. 

*for tough love please refer to Lan Qiren. <3 

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Happy 40th Fraggle Rock!

Here’s a watch through with Fido! He’s one of my beloved buddies and I’m happy to have him here! We watched 30 minute work work!

They walk like the inflatable car dudes - Fido

shout out to the one fraggle that went “yahoo!”

it was Wembley!

he kins sprocket btw

doc and sprocket are cute

The dog is so 💅✨

we talked about Robo being my first ship

i fuckin love the guy with no eyes and hat

oh boober!

oh I love bloober!

Boober is his favorite

I still carry my belief that workin isn’t in anyone’s keys

they call her red cause she’s a red flag

The fraggles go to pride (we were talking about woober)

Mokey and Wembley are mother and son

Mokeys job is to steal (be gay do crime)

ma gorg looks horrifying

we talked about Mokey being a stoner

the straights are here!

I told him about Dave goelz sitting next to Matt on the roller coaster

he thought traveling Matt was gobos dad...

We love the banter in here ncjsnjchijs

Docs back!

sprocket can’t make decisions at all (hes so me)

the trash heap is here!!

Philo and Gunge are his new favorites

Madame trash heap help I’m girlypop!

*ugly laugh*

I like these little rat bitches

He looks like a sock puppet

fireman Wembley!

And they’re singing!

This is how they put out the fire

*laughter*

they fight fire with their fire

His favorite is Boober now he got so excited!

Boober telling Wembley he’s gonna explode

fraggles just wanna have fun!

he’s literally radio rebelling this

Wembley has a hat now!

BRO HES THE SIREN

the firemen are clowns apparently

Final rating: 6/10- solid ep

Fido’s rating: 13 billion/10- because Boober carried, and he likes Mokey, philo and gunge.