#mini wish haul

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

[angel-of-the-moons]

Ill Met by Moonlight

Khonshu x Fem!Stripper Moon Knight!Reader

Summary: You are Khonshu's Moon Knight. Although your "normal" job isn't what many expect from a superhero...

Nor does your god realize just what his presence means to your peers.

TW/CW: Reader is a stripper, Exotic dancing, strippers, lap dances etc. All the NSFW stuff that comes with that job, don't ask Khonshu where he gets the money because I don't know. Predator featured, but don't worry he dies :D

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This came to mind because I've been constantly thinking about the little AU that @drinkingwithkhonshu and I came up with in my little "Moonlight" post. I figured a nice way to wind down from the chaos of hurricane Helene, indulging my brainworm would be fun.

"And that concludes our little Moonlight's song and dance. Pretty as a painting, am I right, fellas?" The DJ said over the stereo system as you walked back behind the curtains.

Your set on stage concluded with a rather decent haul. Although you did have half a mind to kick one patron in the face when he threw literal nickels at you...

You sighed, pulling your mask down long enough to wipe the sweat off your face and adjust your hair beneath your hood.

Then, you reached down and adjusted the pasties covering your nipples--shaped like crescent moons--and re-examined yourself in the mirror.

Surely, not what many would expect the Avatar of an ancient god to wear in place of ceremonial armor, but.... Well. Sometimes video game logic worked in your favor.

Many of the cruel and evil men Khonshu dispatched you after often came to these clubs. You were an "amateur" dancer--meaning you would hop from club to club, working there long enough as a temporary hire to make pay but long enough to build a rapport with your targets before eliminating them for your god.

Your nose scrunched as you adjusted the ties to your g-string, fidgeting slightly to get comfortable in the scrap of clothing once again. You then slipped your fingers beneath the edges of your thigh-high platform shoes and let them loose with a soft snap! to your skin; the latex material hugging your thighs once more.

As you ensured your mask was securely in place, one of your fellow dancers, who went by the stage name "Khandi" (pronounced "Candy") walked up to you, her heels clicking on the glittery floor of he dressing room.

She wore a thin, sequined mini-dress that cut just beneath her bust line and was cut so short you could easily make out the panties she wore beneath.

"Hey, girl." She smiled at you.

You smiled back. You always treated the dancers with respect--male and female--because their line of work was dangerous as well as entertaining to many.

Which is another reason they were your preferred hunting grounds for you to dispense Khonshu's "justice".

"Khandi. What's up?" You asked curiously, leaning into the mirror to apply just a bit more silvery eyeshadow.

"Oh, y'know..." She snickered, leaning her hip against the dressing table, "Just that your usual guy is here. Again. And wants to see you. For another private dance."

Your hand stills and you look at her, "Again?"

Khandi grins and crosses her arms, "Mhmm. God, I wish he'd ask me to dance for him once in a while. Dude has it bad for you."

You rolled your eyes and laughed softly, "Mmm, if you say so."

"If she says so?" Another coworker, Mina grins, the shorter woman bouncing up to you.

"You're the only girl he ever asks a dance from. I swear, is he your boyfriend or something? Didn't picture you as the DILF-lovin' type..."

You sigh, trying not to laugh, "I--hah..."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes again, "It's.... complicated? I'm not entirely sure how to categorize our.... situation."

You had some affection for him, sure, but--

Mina shoves your shoulder with a snort-laugh, "I knew it!"

Khandi grinned at you once again as you peeked out of the curtain to see a certain tall, bronzed, serious-faced man looking right at you, as if he knew you were going to look out at him.

He gives you a ghost of a smile, and nods his head ever so slightly, the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes creasing a bit more, the silver in his dark hair and beard almost shimmering beneath the pulsing lights.

He then turns and dips into the private room, waiting for you.

Khandi grins and nips her bottom lip, "Ugh, okay, I don't normally like the older guys who come in here because they're creepy--but god is he hot! He's really rocking the silver fox look."

You roll your eyes and look at her as Mina snorts again, "Well, he's not my type, but he is kinda nice! One of the customers got too grabby with me after I told him I didn't want to dance because i was on a break, and your mysterious stranger over there practically twisted his arm off and walked him out the door!"

You smile beneath your shroud, "Yeah... Sounds like him. He hates it when people take advantage of others. Has a bit of a moral code, that one..."

"Oh, so you do know him more than just the occasional lap dance!" Khandi grinned, waggling her eyebrows.

You shove her playfully and walk past her, "And it's none 'o your business, nosey!"

You could hear the gaggle of giggling fall quiet behind you as the next song pulsed through the air, the base vibrating the floor beneath your feet.

Your hand closed around the knob to the room, and you swiftly closed it. The lights were a very very low shade of purple-red, pulsing in slow waves along the LED strips that lined the couches along the walls.

And perched oh-so casually on one of those chairs, was not the same man who walked into the room a minute prior.

He was no longer the tanned handsome older man who walked in; though he wore the same crisp, white suit.

Khonshu nodded his head to the side, his large bony beak sweeping a bit as he spoke, "Your most recent performance was interesting. Though I have a suspicion that many of those men's wives will not like the glitter you threw over the crowd."

He patted one of his gloved hands to his thigh expectantly at you, and you silently obeyed the request, walking with a slight swagger to your hips before you straddled his lap; your hands coming to rest casually on his chest as you smiled.

"Well, I didn't just name it the Starlight Shower for shits and giggles, old man." You tilted your head, "And besides, if their wives find out they're getting lap dances in some dingy club instead of staying home and loyal that's on them. My work is done. They deserve whatever fate they made themselves."

Khonshu laughed, "Or the occasional embezzler using his partner's money to hire companionship for the evening."

His hands found their way to your hips as you settled yourself more firmly in his lap, the soft fabric of his suit pants wonderfully smooth beneath the cheeks of your ass.

His hands slid over your curves, almost possessively as his beak brushed the side of your face gently, "Speaking of which...."

"Already taken care of." You hummed, rubbing your cheek along the smooth bone of his skull; "I left the fool with his pants around his ankles and his laptop open in the hotel room."

Khonshu hummed his approval--the man he'd sent you after was a predator--for both women and underage girls. You'd been impersonating a child in an online chat room for weeks, using filters to appear much younger than your actual age, slowly manipulating him into agreeing to meet you in a hotel somewhere.

From there, you met him in the hotel, smugly noticing how disappointed he was that you weren't some young girl; his disappointment morphing quickly into rage as he realized you intended to trap him.

He had told you too much, sent too much--confessed too much. He needed to cover his tracks. That's how he thought his night would go...

With him dumping your body in a drainage ditch, hoping to read in the news about some poor "hooker" being murdered by a John.

He didn't expect for you to fight back--let alone summon your crescent darts and fling them into his chest, taking the last to plunge it into his heart.

You staged the crime scene; used a USB to get past his laptop's security, and opened every single incriminating file--and you felt like your soul needed a cleansing at those images afterwards--and left out of the back entrance, letting your darts dissolve into thin air to further stage the crime scene.

It would look as if he was meeting one of the young girls he was grooming--perhaps a parent, guardian or older sibling got there first.... Perhaps they killed him in a rage at how he was abusing their relative.

They wouldn't know it was you he was meeting. Not with how you paid off the security officer to conveniently stage the cameras to be "down", and the clerk at the front counter to forget you were there, and to "forget" to have you sign in....

It went off without a hitch. You uncovered an illegal human trafficking program, and saved many lives. Both women and girls.

A wonderful dispensation of justice, and Khonshu was proud of you for how wonderfully you orchestrated it all.

You leaned back as you feel his large hands smooth over your cheeks, tugging your hips closer to his, "A wonderful job, my little Moonlight. There is another man here I want you to go after. He is the leader of a gang of criminals and they are intending to bomb a business that will not pay them for "protection". He holds many innocents under his thumb."

"I'm guessing he's the douche who likes to play grab-ass with the other girls when they walk by? The guy with the tattoo on his fingers?" You sighed.

"Yes." Khonshu said simply, not surprised that you already sniffed him out.

"All right. I'll try to get him away from his friends and "take care" of him. It'll be a little bit difficult, though. His cronies like to hover."

"You will figure something out." Khonshu hummed, his thumbs plucking the straps to your g-string almost playfully.

When you went to try and stand up, his hands gripped your hips once again and pulled you down; his voice dropping to a low timbre that was on par with the base that thumped through the walls.

"Where are you going, pet? I believe I hired you for a private dance, did I not?"

Unlike your usual methods of operation, you stayed at your current club. You'd grown a little attached to the girls.

Often coming to their defense and fending off clients who got too handsy or rough with them.

Once, a man had grabbed the youngest dancer, Millie by the wrists and yanked her into his lap; grabbing her so tight her delicate wrists bruised.

Khonshu had stepped in first--scooping his arm around Millie's waist and whisking her out of the man's lap--before you grabbed him by his greasy shirt and shoved him towards the door.

"She said no, you fucking pig." You snarled from behind your mask.

"You bitches 're paid to be sluts." He slurred, sneering at you. "Th' fuck she turnin' me down for? I got money!"

"We aren't hookers, you piss stain." You replied, eyes narrowing dangerously as your fists tightened.

"Now leave. Touch any of these girls again, and I will gouge your eyes out with my heels myself. Go home with the friend attached to your wrist--it's obvious the two of you are well-acquainted with each other already. You won't get lucky with a woman around here, anyway."

"You fuckin' bitch!" He barked, face red with rage as he lunged at you.

Despite wearing your clunky, impossibly high platform heels, you were able to deftly drop to the ground, sweeping out your leg and tripping him, making him smash his face on the floor and breaking his nose in the process.

You stamped your foot on his chest as he rolled over to glare up at you, attempting to staunch the flow of blood form his nostrils.

"You should go back to school." You sneer as everyone in the room laughs. "Or maybe take a kick-boxing class. I'm a stripper and I just kicked your ass in heels."

You grabbed him by his disgusting shirt and shoved him towards the bouncer, "Get this piece of shit off my floor."

After that, Khonshu got an even bigger reputation with the dancers in the club. He would sit in a booth, watching from the shadows. All of your coworkers knew Khonshu did not mind if they sat near him--he was a safe space. He would help protect them when they were on break; he would even ensure they hydrated and fed themselves after an exhausting performance.

It had gotten to the point where your manager usually waived any purchases he made--not that he needed or wanted to drink, but he had to keep up appearances--and the dancers began to bring him things.

Takeout, bottles of water... things like that would often accumulate around him where he sat.

Half of your coworkers didn't even find him attractive, but they all agreed he was hot simply for the fact that he was willing to keep them all safe--both the guys and girls--when others would simply say they "had it coming" for being strippers.

Those that did find him attractive were shameless flirts. They knew he apparently only had "eyes" for you, but that didn't mean they didn't want him to know just how attractive his chivalry and good looks were.

Khandi was probably the most shameless, she would plainly lay across his lap and chat his ear off as Khonshu's eyes tracked your every move in the club. She knew what he was doing, but lavished being in the attention of such an attractive customer.

One night, Khonshu had inquired as to what a "DILF" even was, and why Khandi and a few others had apparently likened him to one. You couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell him. You never did, and it annoyed the fuck out of him.

With every little thing left to Khonshu, every whisper of his name on the lips of your coworkers, you noticed his powers gaining in strength.

It took you only a few days to connect the dots--the things they were leaving, the "hopes" your coworkers would utter that he would be there if you couldn't defend them from some jerk in the night, the attention they were giving him...

You had doubled over on the couch next to him, kicking your feet with tears in your eyes as you finally realized what that meant.

He had followers again. Even if they weren't in the practical or traditional sense--

Khonshu had essentially became the god of the strippers.

And the mere idea of the situation had you nearly crying and gasping for air as you laughed and laughed, and laughed...

Until Khonshu had pulled you across his lap and growled rather impatiently,

"Impudent little... I guess you need to be punished now, hm?"

Khandi certainly noticed how you didn't want to sit down for a little while after you came out of that room--and how smudged your meticulously applied mascara was...

[the-kr8tor]

Saw your requests open and decided to pop in real quick!

So, I found this video on tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMrkqnBQj/ could you write a Hobie x nb!reader oneshot with that, please? 😆🙏

Hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie brown x nb! Reader/ Spider-Punk x nb! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, FLUFF

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You haul the shopping bags over your shoulder, it's heavy and weighty in your hands. The canned goods and rice weigh you the most down. At least it's cool outside the grocery once the automatic doors open for you. And yet, you stop in your tracks the second your eyes land on Hobie and the kitten you fostered a few weeks ago. You didn't see her at first, but the second she pokes her cute head out, you almost burst into tears.

“Oh,” you can't help but coo from your position.

Hobie has stayed outside on the bench since they didn't allow the cat inside. They're under some shade and accompanied by a mini fan that Hobie brings above his head and towards the kitten laying atop his hair. Crumpet, you've lovingly named her, has situated herself on Hobie's hair, soft fur against his soft hair, tubby orange against dark locks. Her eyes are fully closed, tiny fluffy head resting upon his hairline. She's a picture of someone absolutely spoiled. You swear you could hear Crumpet purr from where you are.

You beam at them, footsteps quick as you get closer to the pair. “H-how? What?!”

Hobie shrugs, finding amusement in your reaction. He wishes he has a camera right now to capture the moment. “She just climbed on my shoulder and screamed in my bloody ear until I lifted her up on my head.”

“She did?” Cuteness overload has taken over your body. Grocery forgotten on the ground, you instinctively take your phone from your jean pocket, and then taking a hundred snapshots of them both in every conceivable angle. “That's the most adorable thing in whole fucking world! I wanna smooch her face off but I don't want to wake her up.” You groan from the cuteness, fists shaking from the sheer volume of adorableness in front of you.

“I'd take those smooches.” Hobie says, neck straight like a statue and frozen ever since Crumpet climbed up on his head. You move in-between his legs, to which he happily lets you in, slim fingers tugging you closer by your belt loop.

You chuckle, ducking your head down to cradle his face, giving him a chaste but a much needed kiss. “There, I'm going to give you and Crumpet so many goddamn kisses you'd beg for respite.”

Hobie realizes that the kitten isn't the only thing that has given you cuteness aggression. He grins up at you, hand slowly reaching for your own without disturbing the relaxed cat on top of him. “You won't hear any beggin’ from me, love.”

“Good,” you smile against another quick kiss. Leaning away, you pick at a stray kitten fur from his cheeks, blowing it away from him while he rubs lovingly at your wrists. “Let me guess, a few people have noticed and have taken pictures.”

Crumpet yawns above him, stirring but continuing to sleep in the coziest bed. Even though at home she likes to sleep inside discarded boxes despite the expensive bed you've bought for her. Her ear twitches, tail curling around herself, and you almost melted from the small movement.

Hobie flicks your side to get your attention, chuckling at how your eyes are practically glossing over from how cute the kitten is. “A few? Try a couple dozen of ‘em.”

You inhale, desperately trying to compose yourself but you still want to coo and and bite something, anything to quell the emotion. Sliding your hands down to his shoulder, you coax him up from the bench. “We gotta go home then.”

“Don't like sharin’?” He teases, standing up but still keeping his neck frozen like a statue, a hard task in itself.

You giggle, “yep! I like my baby and my other baby kept to myself, thank you very much.”

Hobie squeezes your nose, shaking your head. He thinks that he has caught your cuteness aggression, but for you this time. “Let's go home then, or we might end up on Ellen or some shit.”

[wistfulcynic]

the inn is a metaphor

They are terrible at running an inn. 

In the beginning. 

They don’t know the first goddamn thing about the hospitality industry. Or carpentry, plumbing, invoicing, logistics. Anything, really. They know nothing. 

They learn. 

There’s a lot of trial, even more error. But by the first time the Revenge returns for a visit they have something. A roof that doesn’t leak. Un-rotted floorboards. Nooks and crannies free from feral beasts of any kind. Zero spiders. Twin armchairs in front of the fire and a bed just big enough for the two of them. It’s a start. 

The Revenge comes bearing gifts. Wee John has knitted them some afghans and Frenchie sewed an enormous quilt, which takes pride of place on the bed. They’ve towed in another ship as well, a wreck whose timber they all pitch in to rebuild into an extension and some outbuildings. Roach helps them plant a kitchen garden and a medicinal one. 

Jackie gives them business advice and contacts for her old suppliers. Lucius has a guestbook for them, with marginalia he drew himself. Some of it at least is appropriate for guests to see. The rest…

“Are you planning to have guests who’ll faint at the sight of a cock?” Lucius inquires innocently. “Because I’ll be honest with you, that seems unlikely.” 

The idea of guests of any kind is still a long way off, but they’re getting there. They can envision it now, and not just as a wild fantasy they spin each other at night as they lie entwined with sweat cooling on their skin. They have actual plans, concrete ones, and a decent understanding of how to realise them. 

They get to work. 

Jackie’s contacts prove invaluable. Soon they have a liquor supplier, deals with local butchers, bakers, candlestick-makers, and even a reliable fisherman to give them first dibs on his haul. 

(It’s not Pop-Pop.) 

A few survivors of Zheng’s old crew hire on as housekeeping and kitchen staff. The soup is phenomenal. Ed learns how to make it and how to cook a fish without burning it. They have fresh-smelling towels, expertly folded. They have guest rooms, and soon they have guests. 

It’s an adjustment, having new people in their space. Some of the guests are gawkers, eager for a piece of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate. They reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, namely those particular assholes. But other guests are much more pleasant. Locals looking for a bit of a mini-break, people from nearby islands wanting a getaway, even the occasional European who doesn’t know who they are. 

The guests are mostly happy with their stay. There’s excellent soup and decent fish, fresh linens and great views. The walls could be a bit thicker, perhaps, for everyone’s comfort, but the hosts are always most apologetic in the morning and offer copious marmalade in exchange for good reviews. 

The Revenge returns frequently, each time with some new trinkets and finery for their former co-captains. In exchange, they host bonfires on the beach with music and dancing and wine, until they all fall asleep together in a pile, so like the old days on the ship that Stede watches them in the soft light of the embers with tears in his eyes. 

“All right, love?” Ed asks him. He slips an arm around Stede’s waist. Stede tugs him in until Ed’s head is nestled against his shoulder. He strokes Ed’s hair. Ed sighs and snuggles closer. 

“I’m all right,” Stede says. “A bit nostalgic is all.” 

“You miss it.” 

“I miss the crew. I wish they could visit more often. I suppose I miss the sea, though of course it’s right there in front of us. But I’m happy, Ed. I have no regrets.” 

“Really?” The whisper of doubt in Ed’s voice has Stede pulling back to look down at his dear face. 

“Yes really! Do you doubt it?” 

“Kind of.” Ed shrugs. “It’s easier for me, I think. I was ready to be done with it, Stede. Desperate to do anything else but be Blackbeard. But you—you had just got started. You could be out there now with the crew, pirating away. You could be famous. You could—” 

“Ed Teach, you listen to me.” Stede’s got his Captain Voice on now and the sound of it has Ed’s stomach turning cartwheels, his dick leaping to attention. “I don’t care about any of that. I only wanted to be a pirate for the freedom. To escape my old life. But I have a life now that I would never want to escape. Do you know why?” 

Ed shakes his head. 

“Because I chose it. I chose you. I love you and I would be happy anywhere you were.” He cups Ed’s cheek in his palm and kisses his forehead, his nose, his lips. Ed moans and presses closer but Stede pulls back, just far enough to whisper, “You make Stede happy.” 

They spend that night alone in the inn, no guests, far enough from the beach that when they serve breakfast to the crew the next morning not a single smirk or smart remark is sent their way. 

They wave goodbye to their friends that evening and stand together on their porch to watch the ship sail off into the sunset. Stede turns to Ed with a smile. “New guests checking in tomorrow,” he says. “We should probably fix the creak in the door hinge of Room 1.” 

“I’ll do it,” says Ed, “if you polish the candlesticks. Fuckin’ polish makes my nose itch.” 

“Deal,” says Stede. He turns to head inside. “What’ll we have for dinner?” 

“Got a nice turbot we could roast.” 

“Ooh, fab.” 

The inn’s front door closes behind them. 

It’s still a bit rickety, their inn. It’s old, it creaks, it springs leaks from time to time. It’s hard work, keeping it going. But they are devoted to the task. Whatever it takes, they will see their inn thrive. 

It’s what makes them happy. 

[ribroses]

Blogmas Day 2

Black Friday Haul !!!

i got a lot of cute 2014-esque things for Black Friday so I wanted to do a little haul for you!! 💝

Vacation by VACATION Perfume Sample i enjoyed this scent, i bought it because everyone was saying it smelled exactly like a summer day on the beach. it’s not my favorite summer scent, but it does smell good!!

VACATION Classic Whipped Sun Screen

Bath and Body Works Strawberry Snowflakes Body Wash I can’t find a link to the link to this specific product, but they do have a cute little set of the lotion, fragrance, and wash :) i’m very excited to use it this winter after Christmas, it smells delicious!

Victoria’s Secret Body Shimmer Oil, Pomegranate i looooove this, it is such a good shimmer oil , not to think like some body oils and the SMELLLLL it takes me back to the early 2010s, totally recommend, I can’t wait to use it in the summer!!

Victoria’s Secret Body Shimmer Oil, Coconut can’t find a link :(

Bath and Body Work Hand Sanitizer Set in true 2014 fashion, I needed to get a hand sanitizer set since I only have one, I wish they would bring back the old bottles!! 😩

Bath and Body Works Sanitizer Holder this is soooo cute, i feel like the pink camera design is so 2014/16. It also makes a clicking sound when you press the picture button!!

Victoria’s Secret Lip Gloss Set since they don’t have the philosophy lip glosses anymore, i though the VS one were very similar! i already have 3 and now my collection is at 12 (i wear these everyday, so I’m not just buying these to have them lol)

Single VS Lip Glosses; Berry Flash Sugar High Pink Mimosa Candy Baby

Lokai Bracelet veryyy summer of 2016/17

Victoria’s Secret Perfume Set i was going to buy multiple bottle of VS perfume, so instead i bought this perfume set of mini perfume, they’re so cute. specially the whole top row smells veryyy like perfume scents in 2014/15

Clinique High Impact Mascara Black Honey Black Mini

Clinique Take The Day Off Makeup Remover

Wet and Wild Liquid Brown Eyeliner bought this to practice my 2016 sharp ass cat eye lolllll

Essence Black Liquid Eyeliner

COVERGIRL Tinted Lip Balm Life Is Pink You’re The Pom i already had on of these and looove the color, totally recommend if your doing a no makeup makeup look!!!

Elf Lip Stain Cinnamon Dreamz

Elf Cream Eye Shadow Sand Dune

Elf Liquid Camo Liquid Blush Berry Well my favorite liquid blush

[afteredenn]

fic idea: modern non-magical au starring girlmoms! agathario to nicole “scratch” harkness-vidal, a feisty agatha mini-me. part of agatha’s desire to have a kid is to prove that she’s better than evanora was, but it leads to tension between her and her daughter. she loves nicole fiercely, but is quickly frustrated whenever she behaves in ways agatha doesn’t understand, and many of their interactions are tinged with agatha’s debilitating fear of eventually becoming her own mother. their fights are explosive and end in neither apologizing. meanwhile, rio tempers agatha’s severity by falling into a mediating role. she’s softer on nicole, but it’s easier for her because she works longer hours than agatha and is less involved in the minutiae of nicole’s life. agatha sometimes resents how easy and loving rio and nicole’s relationship is, but rio always reminds her how different their baggage is and how far agatha is from being the horrible mother that evanora was.

some headcanons: 

rio is really bad at saying no to nicole, mostly because nicole inherited agatha’s entire face alongside her mannerisms, which rio is obviously weak for. she frequently abuses the phrase “ask your mother”. rio and agatha sometimes fight over agatha being forced to take the bad-cop role. this usually ends in rio sleeping on the couch, only to wake up in the middle of the night to find agatha curled around her, having tucked a blanket over them both.

nicole and agatha have a tradition of going to see a musical every year— sans rio, who plays it off as disinterest but actually just wants them to have their own thing. wicked has been nicole’s favorite since she was young. one time, they made the mistake of seeing heathers, an experience agatha wishes to forget completely (specifically dead girl walking).

agatha and rio meet when rio is in med school and agatha is working in upper-management at a publishing house à la sandra bullock in the proposal. agatha is very bent on staying career-focused and not dating. she doesn’t realize that their initially “casual” situation has devolved into rio having u-hauled into her apartment until she accidentally goes to work wearing a pair of rio’s slacks instead of her own, at which she has a proper meltdown. rio is very smug when agatha finally grudgingly admits they’ve been dating for months.

evanora harkness was an awful bible thumper who sent a teenaged agatha to conversion therapy, disowned her when it became clear the conversion therapy did nothing, then actually died of a heart attack when she recieved agatha and rio’s wedding invitation in the mail. agatha is still furious over evanora’s last act being to sully the best thing to happen to her (apart from nicole), whereas rio understands her wife’s anger but secretly finds the whole ordeal very funny.

[heartfullofleeches]

For all the yans who have to deal with loser reader. How would they feel if loser reader was...well themselves every other day of the year, but on their birthday they damn near worship the ground they walk on? I mean, it's still loser reader so they'd probably still complain about it but they do everything their yan/s say and generally treat them like royalty on their special day

Melon - Yanbot: The most normal about it. All they desire is to wear your clothes and sleep the day away with you. They ask you to accompany them to the grocery store so they can pick out a cake with your favorite flavor and other things they wish they could try, and watch you eat them. They're cheerful year round, but any praise and they'll be over the moon. Sets a countdown until their next "birthday" and replays the recording from that day every night until that day

Elio - Saint Yan: The second most more about it... On the surface. "OH, haha - you don't need to do all this for me. I'm more than happy just having you here...." That's a lie - on all plains but physical they're doing cartwheels." Drags you to stores they'd never go into on any other day and doesn't try on anything until they see your interest peaked. "H-hey Y/n.... What do you think of this choke- I mean collar. It's not for me - it's for my cousins dog! I'm just wearing it for reference.... But um - since it's my day and all... would you call me your good pet and let me fall asleep on your lap?"

Blythe - Yan Angel: The true most normal about it. She appreciates the kind words, but all this gal wants to do is play mini golf and go to as many buffets you can find and fill yourself up on before they kick you out. She's still buying you everything you see as is her sugar mama ways, but she cries, begging you on her knees to use your tickets to buy her a spider ring from whatever arcade you end up at

Tsundere Yan: Fucking finally. Sucks that shit up like a fine soup. Doesn't give a damn about your whining and insists you call them your dearest or they won't answer you at all. Cancels the huge gathering planned and raises their middle finger to whoever tries to complain or lessen their time with you under their will and thumb. If they aren't having your kid by the end of the night there will be riots.

Yan Demon Trio: "Birthday??" "Outta my way, losers." One is the only one with an actual birthday as they were once human. Sure the others were born, but they don't count the day as important. One is living that birthday hype up. They applied to every rewards deal they could find and you are joining them to get their free cake, ice cream, and useless nicknacks. They demain you bake them a cake despite the haul they carry home and devour all it first no matter how terrible it tastes. They honestly miss being human, but it's not all bad since they met you.

The others watch One and want their own free shit day too. As with them - they enjoy the treats but love whatever you give them more. They close out the day with their favorite activity/hobby, draining you completely dry - only you wear whatever they buy you. For One it's some high quality lingerie, Two enjoys those cow bikinis, Three wants you to be their cute bunny - but they get too attached to seeing with the ears and settles for just the suit honestly

[taduki]

Fun-sized HCs: M6 w/ a Conspiracy Theorist MC

Yeah, that’s right, I’m making mini hcs cuz my full hcs are HUGE — they’re like oneshots. Also, yes any and all Inside Job fans come thru I’m begging. 🙏

Asra: If it were not for Julian, they would be the Major Arcana of conspiracies… I mean, when you died, he looked and looked for ways to bring you back when it’s generally supposed to be impossible. If you wanna mull over old books and scrolls for secrets that might not even be there, go right ahead! Will always tear you away from your studies to prevent you from going too far into the rabbit hole.

Julian: Omg!! Partners!! He obsessed over the plague and his best friends since then have been decaying tomes and mysterious ledgers. Though, he’d rather keep away from biology studies for a time, he’s all good with your investigations! He would accompany you on your ventures around the abandoned sides of Vesuvia as well as the not-so-abandoned sides… 😈

Portia: Confused… but delightfully interested! Wants to hear the most interesting stories you have. After all the fun you two had with the realms, who knows what’s gonna happen now! Is down to protect you anytime, but would prefer to keep you safe at home with just your theories. Wants to know everything that goes on in your cute little noggin. 💕

Nadia: Oh, well, now she can make use of that dusty, old section in the library! Is somehow surprised when you suddenly haul ass to the library… Really though, knowing a theorist is inquiring to her as a ruler. She’s cautiously intrigued in your interests, but would rather not intrude. Her concern for you shines through when you express plans to infiltrate or explore… Does her best to get you into events as lawfully as she can if you so wish.

Muriel: Doesn’t care, honestly 😭😭. After all you two have been through during the trip South, he’s had his fair share of magic and monsters already… DOES care when you show signs of the rabbit hole’s depths or plans to get into something dangerous. Begrudgingly accompanies you on expeditions, just to make sure you’re safe…

Lucio: Kind of cool, actually??? He never understood all of that magic junk that happened during the ritual, but secret societies and monuments are way cooler to him! Especially cooler now that you’re traveling and picking up stories from the locals. He’s down to muck up an old crypt anytime with you! Just… don’t expect him to be careful 😒…

[myrmyrtheorca]

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Killer Whale. (Ao3 profile) [A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction]

LAST CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 8 - The Abyss that Gazes Back [03/10] NEXT CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 9 [ETA 31/10]

Character sheets: Myr (old ver), Lidija (old ver.), Anemone (old ver.), Tristam

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Ciao~ my name is Myell, my pronouns are she/her and this is both my personal blog and my fanfic's archive! Have a fun stay 🩵🦈

Killer Whale's chapters are normally released on a three-weeks schedule, so to give myself the time to translate and edit them without rushing. Still, be on the lookout for a post here or through #fanfic updates if anything needs to be delayed. Doing my best! Thank you for your patience ✨

Project Killer Whale (name to change? fuck it we ball) is a retelling of the canon story with the addition of a few OC elements, mainly the protagonist and her context. I don't have a beta reader. It's my first ever full fledged fanfiction, and it means a lot to me.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

First Visions Pt 2

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: Reader is taken care of after part one.

TW: injury, concussion, vomiting, non-sexual semi-nudity (basically just getting help changing)

Part 1

A/n Based off multiple requests I received for a part two. In a more personal aspect, I want to dedicate this fic to one of my anons (they should know who they are). I respect their privacy too much to post what they have said, but I want them to know I am very glad to hear they are doing a bit better and I wish them luck with everything. I want them to know I am sorry for their struggle and Im glad my fics are a source of comfort to them. I want everyone to know that life is a fight and we are all soldiers. I wish this anon luck with their battles all future and present ones, and can only hope they come out on top each and every time. Stay safe everyone and make sure you listen to what your mind and body needs, and make sure to look after yourselves and reach out if you need help to either friends, family or professionals.

The nurse finished her speech on what to do and what not to do. You did your best not to fall asleep the whole time despite how much you wanted to. Weems was nodding as she took in the information, she then thanked the nurse who turned and left.

Ms Thornhill however did not leave. She pulled the principle aside and they spoke in hushed tones glancing at you every once in a while. The nurse said it would be ok for you to sleep but you would need to be woken up every few hours to reassess. Ms Thornhill had made it very clear she wanted to stay and help Larissa take care of you and based off how weems had simply deflated she won quite easily.

Both teachers turned to you and came back over, you sluggishly looked up at them making weems frown as she checked her watch.

“Well Ms L/n i think its best you head to bed. Ms Thornhill and I will alternate coming in to check on you throughout the night. Ms Thornhill will take you to the spare room and I’ll grab you some night clothes. I have some old T-shirt’s that should fit you.” She said with a smile and offered you, her hand. You looked up at her and took it. Her skin was soft and warm under your fingers, her grip strong as she hauled you up. You stumbled and she was quick to grab your elbow to make sure you didn’t fall over.

After she helped you off the couch, she passed you to Ms Thornhill who gently guided you into Larissa’s own quarters through the door at the back of the office.

You were led through some rooms, not really listening to much over the pounding of your head which had come back with vengeance. Ms Thornhill didn’t let you go once on the short trip. She sat you down on a spare bed and Weems turned and went to get you some of her old clothes to wear to bed.

You sat and simply looked at Ms Thornhill until you lightly rested your head on her shoulder feeling exhausted. Most likely due to the stress of your body dealing with its powers for the first time. Ms Thornhill sat quietly with you and stroked your hair gently.

Time passed, you had no idea how much, but you knew it had. Ms Weems came back, and the two teachers looked at each-other with matching expressions. Silently the conversed and decided you would need their help to change.

“Y/n can we help you?” The principal asked and you blinked slowly and nodded with a yawn. As the tall British woman began to undo the buttons of your school shirt, Ms Thornhill guided your arms out of the blazer and folded it neatly for later. You brought a hand up to scrub at your eyes while you gave another small yawn followed by a tired hum.

“Your defiantly ready for bed aren’t you Y/n/n” Ms Thornhill chuckled, and you gave a half-hearted smiled and nodded slowly so you didn’t aggravate the twenty mini lumberjacks that must have been chopping up your brain.

The principal gave a small hum and slid off your shirt now the buttons were undone. She grabbed the shirt from where it sat on the bed nearby and looked at you softly. “Arms up darling.” She said and you did albeit slowly. Gently she guided your arms into the correct holes and then your head.

“There you are.” She said once your head popped through, your hair slightly disheveled.

“Here i am.” You said softly and not without another yawn.

“Do you want me to redo your hair sweetheart?” Ms Thornhill asked as she tapped a finger on the middle of your back. “Want me to take this off?” She asked and you nodded.

She felt the back of the shirt and found the clip for your bra through the fabric and undid it. You slid it off and put it under your blazer.

“Yes please.” You said softly in reference to the earlier question.

“Alright.” She smiled. “Larissa, do you have a brush we can borrow?”

“I believe so. One moment.” She said and disappeared out the door, returning a moment later with a purple brush. With one teacher on each side, they undid their respective plait.

“How do you want it?” Ms Thornhill asked, noticing how you relaxed once there was no longer tension on your scalp. “Feel better?” She chuckled and used her fingers to gently massage your scalp. You sighed and lent into the touch.

“Just two loose plaits please. Otherwise, it knots something awful.” You muttered and she nodded and began to gently brush her side before passing the brush to Ms Weems who repeated the action on her own side.

After you had changed, your plaits had been loosely redone, and you had climbed into bed; weems walked over to the draw of the dresser and pulled out a small white object.

Upon closer inspection you realised it was a baby monitor, but you were too tired to care. Weems placed a baby monitor on the bedside

“it's just in case you needed anything in the night.” She said softly, “Ms Thornhill has your phone, like the nurse said no screens. So, this will work in the meantime. If you need one of us just talk into this or give us a yell. My bedrooms down the hall on the right. Ms Thornhill will be with me as this is the only spare room. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, anything at all darling no matter the time. Bathroom is through there.” She pointed to a door attached to the room you hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Goodnight darling.” Weems said and Ms THornhill echoed the sentiment.

You whispered goodnight and then you were out like a light.

It felt no sooner than your head had hit the pillows when you felt gentle hands caressing your cheek. You blinked your eyes open blearily to look up at your attacker. Ms Weems was stood over you, looking slightly groggy herself.

“Hello Y/n. As promised just checking in. I was worried when you didn’t wake up when i called your name.” She said looking more awake now. “Can you answer some questions for me darling?” She asked and retracted her hand. You gave a tired nod and she hummed to show she got the message.

“Do you know where you are?” She asked and you blinked and looked around for a second making the headmistress mildly concerned.

“Your apartment?”

“Very good Y/n. Do you know what month it is?” She asked and you nodded again. “Tell me sweetheart.” You gave a tired smile and gave her the month.

“Good. Can you tell me who I am?” She asked and you nodded.

“Principal Weems.” You said dopily and still half asleep.

“Good. Good job Y/n. Does anything hurt sweet girl?” Weems asked and your brow furrowed for a second.

“Yeah, just my head.” You said and Weems nodded and checked the time.

“Im afraid I can't give you anymore medicine yet. Im sorry. Do you feel sick at all?” She asked softly.

“A little but I’m fine it’ll pass.”

That response made Weems own brow furrow as she weighed her options and decided to trust you on this one.

“Alright, but if it gets worse don’t hesitate to get me.” She said. “One last thing. Can you wiggle your finger and toes for me?” She asked and you nodded and complied. “Good girl. You can go back to sleep now darling.” She said and you laid back down watching her as she turned off the lamp which was giving the room a soft glow. She bid you goodnight and you fell asleep again.

The next time you woke up there were no soft hands on your cheek or even any other presence in the room. However, your stomach was churning uncomfortably, and you hurried into a sitting position. You had barely made yourself upright when you gagged and mentally began to panic.

What would Ms Weems say if you threw up in her spare bed? You didn’t have time to debate it because your stomach decided to find out.

You gagged again and then threw up. Luckily it didn’t end up on the sheets, more just down the front of the shirt. You let out a tired whimper. You just wanted to sleep.

The disturbance through the baby monitor must have woken one of the teachers because a moment later they opened the door. Both of them. Ms Weems softened as she observed the situation. You froze, looking like a dear in headlights. Ms Thornhill crossed the room and flicked on the lamp switch.

“Oh darling.” Weems sighed sympathetically her face looking both sad for you and concerned. “Let’s get you into fresh clothes.”

She came over and sat on the bed turning to you and carefully peeling off the soiled shirt while Ms Thornhill held up the sheets to preserve your modesty. Ms Weems helped you into another shirt before turning away and taking the ruined clothes to the washing machine.

“Are you feeling ok now honey?” Ms Thornhill asked, and you nodded. “Good. Well since we are here let's do the questions then you can rest until morning. Sound alright with you?” She asked and you nodded. She went into the bathroom and came back with a damp cloth before coming and sitting where Weems had been moments prior.

“Can you tell me who I am?” She said studying you closely as she gently drew the rag across your chin.

“Ms Thornhill.” You mumbled and rubbed your eyes.

“Good job. Do you know what subject i teach?” She asked and you squinted.

“Botany?”

“Yep. And what year is it?” She asked and you frowned.

“2023?”

“Right again. Alright wiggle your fingers and toes for me.” And you did, making her smile. “And are you still feeling sick?” She asked and you gently shook your head. Weems smiled and came over from where she had been standing in the doorway unnoticed by both of you.

“I’ll leave this here just in case alright y/n?” She said and set down a plastic sick bag. You nodded and both teachers watched you lie back down.

“Go to sleep Y/n. I may not be here in the morning as i have classes, but Ms Weems will be either in her office or in her apartment. Just yell or use the monitor and she’ll be right with you. I’ll be back a little later with lunch for us all. Alright?” Ms Thornhill said, and you nodded sleepily against the pillow.

“‘Right” you said, and they both said goodnight again and left.

The final time you woke up it was bright. Well, it would have been if the curtains weren’t closed to keep the room at sufficiently dark, concussion friendly light levels.

You gingerly brought a hand up to your head and felt a spike of pain from the headache. The meds had defiantly worn off and you missed them sorely.

“Ms Weems?” You mumbled into the plastic monitor, hoping she would bring more medicine. There was no response, and you began to resign yourself to the fact you may have to get up when the door opened.

“Good morning darling. How are you feeling?” Of course, the monitor was one way, it was for babies.

“Like I’ve been bowling but my head was the ball. Do you have any more of that medicine from yesterday my headache was sent to challenge gods.” You said weakly.

“Oh sweetheart.” She said and came over to the bedside. “Take these and I’ll find you some food.” She said as she popped two white pills into your outstretched palm.

She handed you a glass of water which you took and swallowed down alongside the medicine.

“Life saver.” You grinned looking both fatigued and in pain.

“Stay here and I’ll find you something light to eat. You're not still feeling sick, are you?” She asked turning back with a worried expression. You shook your head and immediately regretted it as the meds were yet to kick in. You winced and so did the principle as she mirrored the expression.

“No.” You whispered holding your head in your hands.

“Alright.” She said and hesitated before going to get you some food.

About fifteen minutes later she came back with a bowl of toast and apple sauce. You moved from the position she left you in to take the tray from her with a soft ‘thank you’.

“I’ll be in my study. Try and go back to sleep after you’ve eaten your body needs rest.” she said kindly, and you nodded and slowly chewed a mouthful of toast. It was good and the butter was a nice touch.

After you had eaten you set the tray down on the side table and laid back down in the sheets. Willing yourself back into slumber you drifted off feeling slightly better.

The rest of the day went by lazily. You rested and when the time came ate lunch with Ms Weems and Ms Thornhill. The nurse stopped by after lunch to check in and said you were all good to return to your dorm. Ms Thornhill walked you back and Ms Weems had given you the next few days off to rest saying she would be by with meals and to check on you each day.

So, after it all, you were ok. Everything was ok. And for once that was also ok. Because it wasn’t the boring kind of ‘ok’. It was the kind of ‘ok’ that seemed almost a bit … magical, like witchcraft or … just maybe, it was the special kind of ok that the outcasts of nevermore were. The kind that came with new powers. New powers … or first visions.

[tiny-trilobite-toys]

Went to the thrift store and bought a bunch of those toy bags

Real happy with my haul!

Gonna start doing this thing where I post a list of things I got in a haul under the cut

Top Row:

Yeti from Monsters Inc (Hasbro figure set 2001)

Alien from Toy Story (Can not find any information about year or collection)

Tigger from Winnie the Pooh (McDonalds Disney home video masterpiece collection 1996)

Elmer Fudd from Looney Tunes (Arby’s Looney Tunes kids meal set 1988)

Hanzo from Overwatch w/o base (Blizzard Cute but Deadly 2017)

Reaper from Overwatch w/o base (Blizzard Cute but Deadly 2017)

Second Row:

Tigress from Kung Fu Panda (McDonalds Dreamworks All-Stars 2022)

Mini Slumber Party Yasmin (Mini Bratz 2023)

Khalil the caterpillar as Jonah from Veggietales (2002)

Lost Kitties Snoopz (Lost Kitties Kit-twins series 2 2019)

Little gnome dude (1990s Kinder Egg toy)

Rockhopper from Club Penguin (Sometime around 2010)

Third Row (the Shopkins row):

Cookie Nut (Season Four 2014)

Caramel Topping (Season Six 2016)

Penny Wishing Well (Season Five 2016)

Happy Places Key Holder (Grand Mansion playset 2017)

Grace Baseball Bat (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Veronica Vase (Season Five 2016)

Gracie Birthday Cake (Season Seven 2017)

Happy Places Umbrella Stand (Grand Mansion playset 2017)

Choc Chips (Season Six 2016)

Mintee (Season Four Glitzi Collector’s Case 2015)

Jilly Jam Roll (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Tammy Tambourine (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Fourth Row (Trash Pack Row):

Rotten Roll in Yellow (Series Three 2012)

Saver Krout in White (Series Five 2013)

Dung Bug in Purple (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Trashteroid in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Grotty Fruity in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Trash Top in Purple (Series Five 2013)

Skabby Shark in Light Blue (Series Three 2012)

Garbage Goat in Brown (Series Three 2012)

Sudz in Orange(Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Burny in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Burny in Purple (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Slime Python in Red (Series Three 2012)

Slime Python in Purple (Series Three 2012)

Cruddy Kebab in Lime (Series Three 2012)

Football Virus in Light Green (Series 7 2014)

Grot Pot in Yellow (Series Three 2012)

Fifth Row (Trash Wheels Row):

Beetle in Yellow (Series One 2013)

Fast Flea in Yellow (Series One 2013)

Muck Monster in Green (Series One 2013)

Last Row (Grossery Gang Row):

Rotting Toothpaste in Blue (Series One 2016)

Sour Milk in Blue (Series One 2016)

Fungus Fries in Purple (Series One 2016)

Stale Muffin in Blue (Series One 2016)

Sour Pineapple in Orange (Series One 2016)

[drowningyoursorrow]

PROM SONG (GONE WRONG)

(pre-death) kyle spencer x gn! reader

summary. - you always saw him in the hallways of the university the two of you shared, finding him cute. eventually your shared looks you both exchanged, turned into something more meaningful. w/c. - 3.1k

| heads up ! swearing, kissing, violence

YOU didn't enjoy much of what you were doing in the university you were attending. The dorm you were staying in was actually quite depressing, and you refused to join a house, eventually beginning to regret it. Maybe joining one would've expanded your social circle because all you do now is go to your classes, study, then do nothing. You already hardly slept, solely because the all-nighters that you believed were "useful" just got you accustomed to being awake. Which meant you surprisingly had a lot of free-time, and what did you do with that freedom?

Nothing. Well, not entirely nothing, sometimes you'd wander around in the halls acting as if you were going somewhere. Just to get a glimpse of him, Kyle Spencer, Tulane University's Kappa Lambda Gamma golden boy. You were sure that everybody had eyes for him, he was a sweetheart and honestly, there weren't many of those around. Hoping that he never caught on to you magically encountering you in the hallways.

Obviously, you never talked to him, he was always surrounded by big groups and girls. That was too much attention to draw to yourself, and you would prefer to keep yourself hidden. You had a small pattern with your routine, you'd work, eat, wander the halls to see Kyle, then go relax somewhere. Occasionally it was a coffee shop nearby, or sometimes just the library. You weren't that creative with your locations, but it was quiet wherever you went, so who cares?

You had just finished a short essay for one of your classes, that drained you entirely, and you even missed your scheduled meal. But the one thing you couldn't miss, was your scouting. So since you're already going to be out, might as well just get a glimpse then eat while you're at it. Quickly fixing yourself up, you headed out and on your walk to the coffee shop, you saw him. But this time, this time was different, usually he never picked up on you passing by.

So, it caught you extremely off guard when he paused his mini stride and looked at you. It was brief, and you wished you were hallucinating, but he actually scanned you. With his eyes. Totally unbelievable, out of instinct of the sudden look, you unconsciously gave a WTF face. And instant regret washed through you, immediately turning away and basically began to haul ass away from him.

You made it to the coffee shop and you just kind of sat at a booth, not ordering anything, just processing. Processing that, you kind of gave a disgusted look to your crush, up-front. Groaning, you shoved your face into your hands, you didn't really feel hungry anymore, just embarrassed. You recollected yourself and made your way back to your dorm, wallowing in your shame. He probably thought that you were judging him, him of all people.

You didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, too lazy at the moment. So you just crashed into your mattress, hitting your head on the wall as you did. That was perfect for ending your day. You laid restless as you thought of how he might have interpreted that moment, scared for some reason. As drowsiness eventually consumed you, you hoped that was just a one time thing.

You were wrong, entirely, you should never hope for anything again, ever. Because as the days passed, and you did your scouting, it began to worry you, that he may have caught on to what you were doing. Whenever the two of you crossed paths, he looked your way, and sometimes even tried to speak to you. But your cowardly self would pretend not to hear him and speed walk straight to the coffee shop. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decided to try to stop this unusual ritual you had.

So, today you took a different route, a longer route, just to avoid him and not seem like a total creep. Hoping this would save your ass from him and his frat brothers remarks about you. You stalled in an abandoned hallway until you felt that it was long enough that he wouldn't be nearby. Shamefully, you made your way to your designated spot, ordering a quick drink and sitting in a corner booth. It felt odd not doing what you've always done, but maybe this was better for your attempts at trying not to be stalkerish.

You were scrolling on social media as you heard sort of loud voices make its way near the coffee shop. Then silence, a muffled goodbye, then a welcome from one of the workers. Nosily, you sipped your coffee as you peered up from the cup, then you saw him. Spitting out your drink and coughing profusely as you looked down. And then you heard a snicker, a laugh that was too giddy, a laugh that makes you mad and happy at the same time in your pain.

Then you felt a patting on your back, and you know it's him because nobody but him would help someone choking from a liquid. Awkwardly, you just mutter a small "thank you," not really knowing what to do or say. "You're welcome, I'm sorry that I laughed, it was abrupt and kind of hilarious." He sat across from you and just talked to you, for hours, you didn't introduce yourselves. You two didn't need to and all you did was listen, you listened to what he had to say and he listened back.

He's seen you in the hallways, he always has, but he didn't want anyone to tease him in front of you. That would be embarrassing, nobody wants to talk to someone that gets teased over something like that. It wasn't middle school, so, he would try to not acknowledge you, and eventually he decided to take the routes you did too, by himself. In hopes for a chance to speak to you or something, he didn't really plan it out, he just hoped you two would say hi and fall in love. And his plan failed, a lot, because it felt like you began to avoid him whenever he tried to reach out.

It bummed him out, yeah, but he wasn't going to give up and so whenever you didn't take your shared route. He was confused, this was the only place he ever saw you, so finding you to try to actually make a move, was going to be difficult. But he can remember a few times when he had seen you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop. And this time he was determined he was going to speak to you, so he pushed away his nerves and on the way there. He was trying to think of anything that would help his situation, corny pickup lines, pretending to be smart, or even inviting you to a party.

He didn't really want to do the last option since you didn't seem like the type, and he didn't want to sound obnoxious. But when he was brainstorming, someone came up to him, and he was trying not to lose focus of what he was thinking about. And they were a talker, a loud one. Generally he was patient and listened, but right now was not the time, so when he finally made it to the café. He breathed a sigh of relief and said his goodbyes to the person.

Not wanting to see like a creep, he just decided to order something and not awkwardly stand around looking for you. But once he got his order, he heard an immediate series of coughing. It was you. And you were choking on something that wasn't solid, wow? He accidentally let out a laugh as he processed it, but he was ultimately worried.

So he hurriedly placed his drink on the counter and made his way toward you, patting your back in a way to soothe the pain. Which didn't really make sense, but he was in the moment.

You both realized that this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally talk, so Kyle reacted on his instinct. He sat down across from you and decided to just go with it, he talked, since you looked you didn't have much to say. And that was fine for the both of you, because at the moment the both of you enjoyed the moment. You stayed across from each other until the place closed and Kyle offered to walk you back. Happily, you accepted and although it was silent on the way there, the two of you cherished it.

You gave him one last look before heading back inside, and the two of you went to the bed breathless. And that was how it started, you'd meet at the café, talk for hours, study together, and depart. He always wanted to walk you back, and who were you to deny? Throughout the months, the both of you grew closer and closer, Valentine's Day was when Kyle wanted to admit his feelings. It seemed more cherishable and more romantic in his mind, very original, but who says that's bad?

On the day, you two did your usual routine with each other, and you both had something to say but couldn't say it, Two cowards in love, who weren't even dating, yet. So when Kyle walked you back to your place, and you two stood in silence. Kyle immediately blurted, "will you be my valentine, it's like cool if you say no, yeah, just uh- wanted to ask you and stuff, and it's already over, which makes this kind of dumb. But why not shoot my shot, y'know? I didn't want to seem-" "Yes." And you hugged him, it felt like you were in middle school, but he happily reciprocated, and you laid in your bed, nerves kept you and him awake.

Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen, and I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die

Overtime, you two did eventually tell each other about your feelings and became a thing, he both of you didn't care who knew. He always told you how beautiful, handsome, and pretty you were all the time, and you did the same. He loved watching you get ready whenever the two of you did go out, loving to kiss you as you did so. If you were to put your makeup on, he loved kissing you with your lipstick/lip gloss on, it appearing on him. It always made him feel as if showed that he was yours and that's all he really cared about, where you went, he followed.

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya" I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb And even then, I knew that we were something serious That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle loved driving you places, anywhere you wanted to go, he would happily take you. You two often drove anywhere you could reach and enjoyed it all because you two were with each other. Sometimes whenever you two left the dorms to explore cities, he could notice how you always enjoyed it more there than here. It started to make him wonder if you were really happy where you were, did you want to be somewhere else? He didn't want to think about the possibility of you leaving so he began to cherish your presence more and more, always abruptly hugging you.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You knew how Kyle would get whenever he was on his own, he would overthink and become isolated. And he always knew how to deal with his fucked up things on his own, but when you held him. Comforting him, just wanting to hold him, he didn't know what to do with himself. The both of you would just watch movies to cheer each other up and it always worked, it was your thing. You never dreamed that you'd be watching shitty romcoms with Kyle crying into your shoulder over it, but this felt like heaven.

If you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one Watching television, kissing 'til we see the sun So far, we are a safe in the dark And I never dreamed that I'd be the queen And I'd be so happy that I could die

Your smile and blush was something Kyle loved pulling from you, his corny lines never worked on anyone. But they worked on you. He eventually showed you some of his favorite music, and you made fun of his old man's taste. And when Rosanna by Toto began to play as you two just happily stared at one another. It may be old music but you loved it now, you loved him.

You used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana You always make me blush and say, "shut up boy, you bananas!" You pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run You played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song So even then, when no ones friends were really serious I knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle eventually invited you to tag along with him to some of the parties him and his frat brothers went to. But he always remained close to you and the both of you would just dance in the kitchen. He assumed the noise would bother you since you two lived in a quiet place. But instead he saw happiness, he saw longing as you lost yourself with the loud music. The suspicion that you wanted to be somewhere different and loud began to bother him, and suddenly he didn't feel like dancing anymore.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You always loved going out with Kyle because he wasn't trying to solely get drunk. He wanted to show off his weirdly coordinated dance moves to you, to impress you. And especially whenever it was raining, he took you outside and he danced with you like it was your last day together. The both of you held each other and sang horribly to one another, while it downpoured. And for some reason deep down, it did feel like your last moment together.

I know that they say that all i want Is to have fun And get away for rainy days I know that they think I've come undone But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

When the two of you were at another party, his nerves finally caught up to him and he asked you about staying. You finally said that you wanted to be somewhere different, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder. Neither of you agreed on where the two of you should stay and you couldn't meet each other halfway. So, you ran out, you left, you couldn't do it, you loved him you really did. But you wanted to be where you truly felt where you could fit in and be comfortable at.

Kyle didn't know how to take it, he knew you were leaving but he felt too defeated to say anything so he drank away his sorrows. He knew that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change your mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when his friends were in a panicked state. They came rushing downstairs and dragged him along with them and he was partially too drunk and hazy to understand what was going on. When he was being rushed out of the house, he saw you down the street, walking by yourself, where? He tried calling out to you and even though the street was loud enough, you could hear Kyle from a thousand miles away.

You were confused about what his friends were doing and the sudden urgency into their bus. Kyle was trying to shout something, you could hardly hear him drunkenly sob, "I love you, I'm sorry!" You laughed at his effort still trying to reconcile even when he was nowhere close to being sober. Eventually they did board up the bus and drove off, but for some reason you felt as if you should've grabbed him yourself. One thing turned into another and you heard screaming from, you couldn't really tell who was chasing after the bus.

But they were yelling and you felt worried and as you were making your way to check it out. There was a loud bang, and it hit you. The bus had flipped over and before you even knew it, it burst into flames, and you felt everything crash in front of you. You wanted to believe that this was a dream and you couldn't feel the tears escaping you and that your legs weren't about to collapse. You shouldn't have argued with him over a stupid wish, a dream, maybe you should've held him and took him home.

Maybe this is all a dream and you're overthinking this whole situation, maybe Kyle is in bed next to you. Eventually you'll wake up and you'll find him in your shitty dorm, sleeping right beside you. And you'll tell him about it and he'll laugh and tell you how freaky your dreams are and everything will be okay. But as you do finally fall to the ground, sobs breaking through you and your voice turning hoarse from your screaming. You realize that this time, this wasn't a dream, and you weren't somewhere different, you were here and Kyle was there.

He's always been.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

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- Inspired by Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey - Decided to do a little plot twist sort of - Halfway proofread?

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[paleangellex]

Heather???

This was my haul from the 2023 Sheep and Wool Festival. See those little multi colored puffs in the bottom left? I grabbed them to try and spin a long gradient. Well...I didn't do that. Instead I wanted to see if I could make heathered yarn.

Here are some examples of the fiber as it came and after I prepped it on a blending board. Each little bundle is about an oz of dyed Corriedale. It's not my favorite fiber to spin, but it is affordable! I wish I would have taken more pictures, but I was in a rush to see it spun. I'm sure that's relatable.

Here are some singles and then how they looked plied.

And here are the yarns all completed and washed. Don't mind the derby gear. I am a specific type of person.

Above we can see the difference between two passes on the blending board (top) and three (bottom). I liked two passes better than three. I think that third pass really loses some of the definition of the shades.

Again, two passes at the top and three on the bottom.

Just for fun, three passes on the top, and two passes on the bottom. The top one is much prettier in person, but I still don't like it as much as the skein that had two passes over the blending board.

And here's the whole collection! I'm pretty happy with the results and really wish I had more. I love the look of a heathered yarn. It gives that overall consistency that you can get with a tonal or a solid, but texture and interest that a flat solid just doesn't have. I would love, love, love to spin more. Making minis is like eating cookies. Instant gratification. It's much more fun to spin than a whole sweater quantity worth of wool. But...now I have to figure out what to make with it. Or, I'm toying with the idea that I can just gift it to one of my many friends that also like to knit. I don't know if I actually like knitting with my spinning. I think those hobbies might not overlap as much as I would have thought.

[herobrinezombie]

The Tale of Hermine the Mechanitor

Many solar cycles ago, another poor soul crashed and stranded on this dreaded planet. Separated from her interstellar ship by a chance asteroid encounter, her ship fragmented and careened down towards the surface. Luck on her side, made it out injured but alive from the crash, the last kindness this world would grant her for a long time. Scraping together repairs for herself and some surviving labor mechanoids from the scrap and slag of the impact; the lone mechanitor stands alive and unwilling to concede her life.

The weather however, had other plans for this woman. Chilling winds began to blow within a week of her arrival, signaling the turn of the seasons. Priority shifts from not only shelter, but also to rations for the winter. Leaving the digging and walling of a cave to her mechs, the Mechanitor set off with her rifle. Navigating the thick woods, finds a many unsuspecting animals, hauling each meal back to her cave, now a proper shelter with the mechs' work. Starting a fire inside, the Mechanitor prepares for the coming long and cold months.

A mere month before the planet played its hand once more. A team of raiders arrive, having seen the tracks of valuable mechs in the thick snow. Scouting out the mountain, they count 3 of the mini gold mines collecting resources and constructing an outpost. Moving in to strike they prowl closer and closer to the mechs. Then as one raises their revolver to disable one of the robots, a single crack is heard ringing throughout the forest.

The raider drops his gun and stumbles back, clenching his forearm, blood starting to seep from between his fingers. Realizing what has happened the other two marauders spin wildly, hoping to spot their attacker. Another crack echos out, curses are yelled as one grabs his thigh and stumbles to the ground. Again a crack, the first bandit goes limp. Finally, the last raider spies the source, the Mechanitor crouched in the snow with her rifle, barrel pointed dead center at him. Having only moments to react he rapidly fires in her direction as he ducts behind a tree. A single cry indicates he hit the target. Peeking out, seeing their attacker lay still in red stained snow, he laughs. The raider turns away to locate his ally, hoping to patch them up enough to get back to camp. Just as he pulls out the gauze and starts to wrap the leg, fear enters his accomplices' eyes as a drop of blood splatters against the snow from just out of view. Twisting around one final time he gets a glimpse of his reaper, her left eye torn from his grazing shot and a muzzle close enough to stare down. A last crack rings across the white mountain side.

As winter's peak was reached and surpassed, the Mechanitor received a visitor and a plea. Another stranded soul thrown onto this planet, wishing for a place to carve out survival from. With a tale so similar to her own, despite her own wish of isolation, the resolve melted like the snow off the cliff sides she built under. The extra pair of hands even though from a sub species built for war, were more than useful with their green thumbs. Alas there is a reason her name is unknown to anyone but the Mechanitor. As winter drew to a close, so did the supply of steroids the botanical soldier needed to live. The withdrawal first weakening them, the soldier hid her ailment as long as she could, only sharing when they collapsed while tending to the crops. Many nights now spent restless between them, one's own body fighting against them, the other fighting to keep them alive. Now stopping every passerby and trading caravan in hopes that one would know where to find the needed steroid.

Little time was left for the soldier, having slipped into a coma. The Mechanitor not having properly slept for many nights now caring for her. A couple of travellers from a nearby settlement make their way through the area. Once more, almost routine now, the Mechanitor stops them and asks about the needed drugs. Pleading with them for help, she spots the precious green bottles in their bags. The travellers noticing she's seen the steroids, quickly shift them out of sight, claim ignorance and ready themselves to leave. She begs, offering them everything they have in trade. The travellers disregard her cries and start to leave. Just standing there, broken as they walk away, she thinks back to her partner slowly slipping further and further into death. The Mechanitor, steeling herself, focuses back on the departing travellers, and raises her rifle.

Relief filled the room as the soldier pulled back from the brink of their coma. A tear filled embrace that lasted long into the morning hours, only broken by the call of daylight and the warcry of the buried travellers' settlement seeking retribution for their fallen. The details of this battle are long lost to time and grandiose myth, but only things that ring true through those myths, that the Mechanitor alone was left standing among the ruins and her new lover buried deep in the mountain with a hole through her chest.

And so began the Mechanitor's long isolation, only broken by the occasional refugee from the world's factions or one rejected from the stars, but none stayed for long. Made to leave or taken by the whims of this dastard planet like the ones before and buried with them. The pain of every loss mounting and growing on her, leading her further and deeper into her mountain. However, she was never able to reject those needing help like she once needed. Stories slowly spread, a bionic hand reaching out to pull people out of rubble, a mech showing up and guiding lost souls to a settlement, a sniper with a metal eye freeing the imprisoned, and a refuge for those with nowhere to go.

I got possessed by deadline and memories of a really good early game rimworld play through. Hope this first attempt at more myth like story isn't terrible More of my stories

[carrionsymptom]

Take It Easy | The Grabber x Reader

AN: I’m still here!! Can’t promise I will be particularly active, but I am alright. I’ve been busy and had little motivation to write, but I’m slowly getting more. This isn’t the best thing I’ve written, and I cut it off a little early, but I’ll just say my writing skills are rusty and leave it at that. Here’s a quick spiritual successor to Mistaken, but it can be read by itself.

CW: Implied age difference, bit of size kink, some non consensual touching to start, heavy petting

AFAB reader, no pronouns or gendered terms used. Jenga didn’t exist until the 80’s but I had no better metaphors since Tetris also didn’t exist until the 80’s.

There’s so much shit you have to take to college, it’d be a miracle if you can fit it all into the boot of your parent’s sedan, but God help you, you'll try. Boxes of clothes, bedding, a microwave, books, toiletries and whatever odds and ends you can fit get stuffed into the car. You’re lucky your roommate is bringing a mini fridge because there’s no way in hell you’d be able to fit that in with everything else. 

While you’re busting your ass playing cardboard-box Jenga, he, walking past, certainly notices your ass sticking out of the car. Clad in too-tight jean shorts, you sway like an invitation and were it not for the prying eyes of the other neighbors, he would’ve fucked you right there. Instead, he sidles up behind you, pressing his hips into yours.

“Need some help?” You leap nearly a foot into the air, dropping the box you were holding and whirling to face your older neighbor. “Woah there kid, y’can’t have a heart attack this young!”

With a shaky hand over your chest, you tentatively smile at him. “Jeez, sorry, you spooked me. Uh, help would be nice.” You slot your work-in-progress box into the car, and he takes his place next to you. He’s clad in an old camp shirt and jeans that look way too thick to be comfortable in this weather, but he doesn’t even break a sweat as he easily hauls box after box into the sedan. If you weren’t so flustered from how his thick forearms graze your side as he brushes past you, you might’ve commented on how strong he is. 

You wish you could gather your thoughts for a second, but you can’t help but hone in on the miniscule touches to your lower back as he passes, or how big his hands are when he takes a box out of your arms. Any attempt at conversation seems to end up with you embarrassingly stammering, but he always glances back at you with a half-chuckle and a shake of his head. With his help, packing is quick, and with a sturdy slam, the trunk door shuts.

“Whew!” Your neighbor exclaims, wiping his brow. You try not to stare at the strip of skin that flashes above his belt when he lifts his arm. “Not gonna invite me inside sweetheart?” He all but laughs at the way you freeze and your eyes widen.

You stumble over your words: “Uh, would you– would you like to come inside? I can… I can make some lemonade or something?” Your parents are out, but you’re not sure when they’ll be back. They’d understand inviting your helpful neighbor in to rehydrate after a hard day of lugging boxes, won’t they?

“Or something,” he smiles, sweeping past you into your house. He sits himself at your leather sofa, legs spread wide and looking far too big to be comfortable, but you can see his incisors with how he grins at you. “Really, I’m alright without anything to drink, but I’d still like your company, ‘f that’s ok with you?”

You nod– you have to nod, and make to sit on your dad’s old loveseat, but his mouth creases into a frown so you awkwardly hover. 

“Don’t gotta be so far away sweetheart. C’mon,” he pats his thigh. Surely he doesn’t expect you to… “Come on. Climb up.” You wish you had a glass of lemonade now, with how difficult it feels to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I don’t want to crush you.”

Your neighbor barks out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. You don’t find it particularly funny, but he’s practically wiping a tear out of his eye as he settles down. “Sweetie, you’re not going to crush me. Now up.” With no better argument, you bite your tongue and climb into his lap.

Despite your initial hesitation, you can immediately tell he’s right. There’s no way in hell you’d be able to crush him. His thigh is thick and sturdy– everything about him is sturdy. A rough hand rests on your hip, rubbing little circles into the denim of your shorts while the other plays with the hem of your shirt.

It’s a little awkward though, the way you’re perched on his leg. You balance precariously on the apex of his thigh, teetering a little as he shifts up the couch seat. Your neighbor, he, tuts as you shuffle. “Mmm… a little uncomfortable, huh? Here, why don’t we…” 

You yelp as he pulls you closer to him, swinging one leg over so you’re straddling his hips. The crux of your legs meets his, and through the layers of denim, you can feel the hardness in his pants. Christ, even his cock is thick. He lets out a low groan, holding your waist as he pushes his hips up against yours. You buck against him, but aren’t quite able to grind down how you’d like to.

“That’s it,” he sighs. “There you go sweetheart. That’s it.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, murmuring quietly in his ear: “Can I… can I take off my shorts? Please?”

He smiles. “Ah, since you asked so nicely.” You shuffle out of your shorts and he pants as you accidentally graze his cock. “Mmm,” he hums, tucking a finger under the waistband. “Why don’t you take these off too? Make sure you’re extra comfy.”

Once more you shimmy on his lap, out of your underwear, and as you settle back down, the thick seam on his jeans catches against your clit. You let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. Your neighbor wraps his thick arms around you in return, caging you against him as you bump and grind and move and–

Fuck! You come from nothing but heavy petting, clenching around air and tensing in your neighbor’s strong hold. The physical release is nice, but he’s still hard under you, and you’re struck with an overwhelming need for more. Your hands trail down from his neck, down his chest, until they’re struggling to undo his belt.

“Ah, sweetheart. That’s enough. That’s enough.” He pushes your hips back from his so you’re resting on the middle of his thighs. He laughs as he looks down at his jeans, a wet spot darkening the outline of his still-hard cock. “Shit. Would you look at that? Made a goddamn mess of me, huh honey?”

You suppose you should be feeling some sort of embarrassment, but you can only feel confusion; why did he stop you? “But… you didn’t… I mean, don’t you want to… y’know…” You trail off, head too fuzzy to string together the right words. Your neighbor shakes his head with an easy grin.

“Maybe next time, ok honey? I’m a busy man, I gotta get going. Thanks for such great hospitality though.” He says. 

“Can I… I mean will I see you again?”

“You’re goin’ off to college pretty damn soon, aren’t you? Doubt we’ll cross paths again until you get back, sorry to say.”

[doctorstrangereview]

0105: Avengers #116

Cover Date: October 1973 On-Sale Date: July 17, 1973

The Avengers/Defenders war continues here. We get chapters two and three of the story. Steve Englehart is writing the Defenders, the Avengers and Doc's solo stories so there's a degree of consistency here. It holds together better than the Shuma Gorath arc which had multiple writers and artists and fluctuations in quality and consistency. Bob Brown's art is definitely house style. Steve has a VERY large cast to manage here. Let's see how he does.

The Avengers are visiting Doc's Sanctum Sanctorum and being very insistent on being allowed an audience. It appears Doc isn't too keen on this. In the splash panel we see Earth's Mightiest Heroes being tossed away like dust bunnies in front of a jet engine. Bob Brown captures nearly all of the Avengers but we only see the Scarlet Witch's shapely legs. Hmmm...

Cap lets slip why they are there. Apparently they are peeved that Doc is holding the Black Knight away from his buddies and castle in secret. Thor goes to knock on the door again with a bit more fervor. This time Wong answers the door and informs the group in his polite yet forceful way that Doc doesn't wish to be disturbed. He shuts the door in their faces which doesn't engender good attitudes.

Thor is especially not taking this well and uses his hammer to break down the Sanctum's doors. Good man that Wong is, he actually starts to fight the Avengers.

It doesn't last long as Doc has other methods of expelling visitors up his billowing sleeves. Mystical ones. This may be the most delightful comics panel of all 1973!

This time the Avengers take the hint and haul off, but Thor vows to return.

Meanwhile, Dormammu is enjoying his tricking the Defenders into reassembling the evil eye for him. Loki asks when he's gonna fix his retinas. Dormie tells him in due time. Loki may be having regrets about this arrangement.

Doc and the Defenders are gathered around the Orb of Agamotto attempting to locate the little mini-eyes they need to slap into the big-eye. The Orb begins to reveal recent events the eye endured. First we see and early Fantastic Four story where the Human Torch and his big buddy Wyatt Wingfoot are fighting the eye's current custodian, Prester John for custody. Unstable, the pair attempt to destroy the eye. They appear succeed, but in reality it split into a bunch of little eyes. Conveniently, the Orb also gives the locations of the pieces.

The Defenders break up into smaller groups to handle each location more quickly. They even manage to convince to Hulk to join them by appealing to his sense of friendship with the Black Knight. The sub-teams go their merry way while Doc wishes them "BEGONE!" and hangs out at home with the Black Knight's stony presence.

Loki is fretting some more over the arrangement with Dormammu. Loki realizes that after he does the nasty to Midgard* (*Earth) he may do the same to Asgard. What's an evil, blind immortal god to do?

Why, he can pop in on the Avengers and grovel to his half-brother Thor for help! And to convince them to help, he lies like a rug to convince them that the Defenders are evil.

Loki can't tell them where each Defender went. Captain America uses this as an opportunity for a working vacation in Japan.

The other's motives for their destinations are a bit sus as well. Thor reminds everyone else he's way outta their league.

The Surfer goes to Polynesia. He scours the island but doesn't find the mini-eye so does the logical thing of asking the natives who promptly think the flying silver man is a god. "Nope," says the Surfer. "You sure you ain't the volcano god?" asks the native with the most impressive headdress. "The volcano! That's the one place it didn't dawn on me to look!" replies the chrome-dome.

The Vision and his main squeeze the Scarlet "Legs" Witch arrive just as the Surfer has dived into molten lava. The Vision is having his doubts and says he'll try to talk to the Surfer before attempting to kick his butt.

While the Scarlet Witch rationalizes pounding the Defenders into paste, the Surfer makes a boo-boo and the volcano erupts. OOPS!! The blast destroys the Avenger's jet and "Legs" is now falling to her death. The Vision rescues her and sees the Surfer on the volcano. He, of course, assumes he deliberately blasted his girlfriend. Logic flies out the metaphorical window. Fortunately, both are immune to the incredible hear of molten lava and both engage like Krystal and Alexis in that lily pond.

While the two fight, the island natives believe they need a sacrifice so they drag the Scarlet Witch into the path of the lava. Back in the caldera the Surfer manages to find the mini-eye. Both combatants grab the eye, manage to trigger it and are tossed away like salad. Recovering, the Vision is about to grab the eye when he sees Scarlet Witch about to go swimming the lava and rescues her instead. This allows the Surfer to recover the eye fragment. The Vision can't follow the Surfer because of the destroyed jet, but will radio the other Avengers if it still works. He thinks the Defenders are out for blood. The Surfer has a similar opinion of the Avengers.

For all the power being thrown around and the possible cosmic consequences of this story, the misunderstandings between the two teams because of a lack of communication make this feel like an episode of Three's Company. So much of this could have been avoided if the teams talked to each other. You can blame this on Doc. If he hadn't tossed the Avengers out on their tushies they could have worked together and maybe even discovered the deception that is playing both teams like violins.

I'm guessing Englehart is setting things up for multiple battles between the teams and exploiting the fact that Marvel heroes aren't at the pinnacle of maturity in this era. If that's what it takes I'll go with it. Like I mentioned at the start, Bob's art is very house style. These are how you would expect the heroes to look on merchandise. That last panel's Silver Surfer even looks very Kirby.

I'm not entirely sold on this set-up yet. It's the first team vs. team for Marvel and the first time an arc weaves through multiple titles. I do believe it will get better.