#nervous vick

[cuyberpunk]

here it is!! this is my version of kurt cobain's version of the beatles' and i love her (simplified for my dumb brain)

plz be nice, i put in a lot of effort <33

-vick

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 3

part 1 | part 2

(tw: guns, accidental death)

Robin’s already in full panic mode by the time Steve pulls up to her place, flinging the passenger door open and throwing herself into the car with so much force that the car bounces on its wheels a little. “Drive!!”

“Jesus Christ, good morning to you, too.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts to drive.

Beside him, Robin flips the visor down to look at her reflection; groans and scrubs her hands down her face in misery at whatever she sees. Steve doesn’t really get it. He thinks she looks beautiful, with her hair gently moving in the breeze from the open window, with her freckles lit up by the early morning sun.

“Ugh,” she says, turning to look at him, “I can’t believe I look like a zombie and you’re gonna make me late to the first day of school.”

“Wow.” Fuckin’ ingrate. And when he was just being so nice to her in his head. “How about a thank you, huh? ‘Thanks for picking me up, Steve. Thanks for bringing my backpack, Steve. Sorry you almost got shanked by your neighbor, Steve.’”

“You what???”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Um, yes it very much does matter, what the—”

“—I’m just saying, a little gratitude? Wouldn’t hurt you.”

He licks at the corner of his mouth, spritzes wiper fluid to clear the bugs off the windshield. Robin’s eyes are bulging out of her head, but he really doesn’t want to talk about how he still feels the ghost press of steel against his throat, so: “You’re not even right, by the way; I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Huh?”

“School started yesterday. I’m making you late for the second day of school.”

“Yesss,” she draws the word out like he’s stupid, rolling her wrist in a hurry up and get it motion, “but everyone knows that syllabus day doesn’t count. The first pep rally is the real first day of school.”

Ah, there it is.

Steve steals another peek at his best friend while they’re on a straightaway, notes the nervous twitch of her hands as she goes back to fussing at her reflection; the way she’s clumping her lashes together with seven coats too many of some drugstore brand mascara. She’s wearing lipstick. “This is about Vick—”

“—Don’t talk about—”

“—It’s about Vickie, isn’t it?”

“Ughhhhh.” Robin folds forward and thunks her head against the dash. “Fine, okay? Fine! Yes! This may have something to do with a distressingly cute fellow marching band member. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oooh, big word for you, Steven.” She swats him on the shoulder, face all twisted up in offense. “Stop laughing!”

“Stop hitting me,” he laughs. “I’ll dump your ass out on this highway.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve eases his foot onto the brake.

“Okay, okay! Mercy! I’m being an asshole, alright? I’m sorry. I’m just— I’m stressed! Being gay is very stressful.”

The knife incident pops back into his mind. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I imagine it is.”

—

He catches himself slouching down into his seat a bit when they pull up to the school. Has to force himself to sit upright, hears his mother’s tutting in his ear about bad posture and the message it projects to the world.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to be here; really, he isn’t. He’s just hoping to avoid being spotted by the nuggets now that they go here, too, lest he be accosted for evading his chauffeur duties.

God.

Dustin’s nerd shit is infecting his brain.

Robin grabs her bag out of the back seat, plants a parting peck on Steve’s cheek as she gets out of the car. “See you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up for work.”

“Love you, dingus.”

And then he’s alone again.

With Robin gone, Steve finds himself driving. Wandering and aimless, like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s gone. It’s not like he has nothing to do — he’s supposed to be out finding a second job, finding a way to support himself and his mom, because he’s the man of the house now. Because his life has turned into one of those shitty, overcomplicated word problems from math class.

If a recently widowed mother works no hours and her minimum-wage son works as many as Family Video will allow, how much mold-riddled dogshit housing can they afford?

Not much.

Inevitably, he finds himself circling the scorched bones of Starcourt, driving tired loops around the barbed wire perimeter. His ghost likes to guide him here; can’t shake the place where he shook off the mortal coil.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Steve Harrington died the day the mall burned down. Embarrassing, to not hear the death knell as his family name went up in smoke.

It was hard to hear much at all that night, between the concussion and the fireworks and the shrieking of a monster being torn apart, but the memory caresses his mind now in cruel whispers: the headrush of victory; the blood and the sweat; the relief that they’d won, they’d done it, it’s over, they won.

Steve tugs at his bad ear ‘til the ringing subsides.

Some fucking grand prize.

The thing is, you can’t go around exploding an eldritch horror without alerting the US government, and the US government can’t go around letting major investors in a hostile commie invasion keep their assets once they find out about their treasonous schemes. It happened fast: the arrest, the bail, the impending trial and the seizure of property. Richard Harrington was once a small town god on an invisible throne, making deals with devils in shadowy boardrooms, and suddenly he was looking at life in a cell.

Maybe it was a blessing he died before his reckoning was due. Maybe it was no accident at all.

The second, and perhaps more important, thing is: stray bullets don’t care about your looming court date.

Dad had a habit of cleaning his guns while he was drunk, nursing a whiskey in one hand while he polished the gleaming barrels with the other. Pointless, really, because the guns were always pristine to begin with. Dick Harrington didn’t hunt. Didn’t shoot. Claimed the pistol was for home defense, that he kept it loaded in case anyone ever tried to hurt his family, but Steve knew the truth.

His dad just liked to flirt with death. Liked to handle pretty, deadly things, stroke his fingers over ruthless metal and feel the rush of power when he walked away unscathed.

He didn’t walk away that night.

Didn’t even face death standing.

Sliced through his femoral artery and rolled right out of his chair.

They found him lying on the ground in a dark, sticky puddle, gasping like a fish as blood spurted from his thigh. Crazy how fast it happened. Steve had been in his room when the shot rang out, and he barely managed to reach the bottom of the stairs before the gurgling noises stopped. Just boom! whizz! bang! and Dick Harrington was gone.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, that they lost the house.

The image of his mother in the hallway that night — shellshocked in the doorway, one pale hand shaking in front of her open mouth, features wide and wet with waking horror as she stared into the room — was enough to make him never want to step foot in the place again.

So now they live in a rundown piece of shit on the wrong side of town, with hideous burnt orange carpet and wood paneled walls, with cracks in the ceiling and cigarette burns in the walls, some parting gifts from whatever feral hick lived there before them, and it feels like another cruel, cosmic joke. Like the universe is delighting in the Harringtons’ comeuppance; like the blackened beams and brick rubble of Starcourt are all twisting to form one great, mocking mouth; the better to smile and laugh at their misfortune.

You bought your bed, now you have to lie in it.

He didn’t even know that the Harringtons owned Forest Hills until it was the only asset left to their name.

He’s pretty sure his dad bought it more as a joke than a genuine investment. Meant to teach Steve a lesson, like how he used to bring home Waffle House applications whenever Steve got a C on a report card. This is your future if you don’t straighten up, son.

Kill yourself, dad.

Oh, wait.

You already did.

—

part 4

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of 'Simps 'R Us', Call of Duty: Medic. How is your fave as a patient when you have to take care of them when they're sick/injured?

Capt. John Price - Probably the grumpiest patient ever; doesn't really know what to do with himself while he's recuperating. Also can't smoke so that contributes to the grumpiness. The boys will poke fun at him (read: Gaz and Soap) and Price threatens to make them do wall sits when he gets better. The plus side is that you're there to keep him company.

Gaz - Is somewhere in the middle between grumpy and the best patient ever, depending. Luckily, he has an abundance of entertainment in you and whatever movie or puzzle you have for him.

Alex Keller - Is actually quite agreeable as a patient where you're concerned. When he's sick, Alex is the one who has Vick's vapor rub slathered under his nose, on his chest, on his feet (with socks on, too), and he's under as many blankets as possible. Even though he hates being hot, he's prepared to sweat that motherfucker out because he'll be damned if he leaves you hanging, Boss. ❤️

Soap - Golden Retriever as fuck. This is the man who can clear a fucking building, y'all. Soap is the one who's absolutely heartbroken and mopes in bed for all the wrong reasons. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him when he's at his lowest? How could you—"Johnny, I'm in the other room."

Ghost - What is man but a miserable pile of Ghosts? Simon is agreeable because he's knocked the fuck out asleep 80% of the time. He's also under a lot of blankets. Like... a lot. So much so that you'd be forgiven for thinking that it's just a pile on the bed and not him. The only way you can tell is the tuft of hair sticking out from under the covers. Also has a tendency to sleep curled up somewhat. He feels... safe.

Roach - Is absolutely, 💯 the best patient ever. You hardly have to ever worry about him. For the most part.

Keegan - Keegan is just... there. Existing. And feel just like he looks right now: sorry and like shit. He's right there in the middle, surprisingly; he really only calms down and accepts the help because you sweet talk him into doing so.

Alejandro - Is the one who has to warm up to being a patient because if he had it his way, he'd work from bed. Good thing he doesn't and you and Rudy are there to keep his ass in bed and AWAY from the desk. He winds up loving it, though, because it means he gets to flirt with you endlessly.

Rudy - The perfect patient. In fact, he's the one who'd have a list of home remedies passed down in his family so Rudy's always prepared if something were to happen.

König - His nervous energy won't keep him down for long and, surprisingly, König hates being tended to. Doesn't like the implied helplessness that comes with it. He'll relent somewhat after you've lectured him but there are some trying moments.

Horangi - Probably the absolute worst because he won't stay down for anything. Horangi likes to move around because it helps him to not concentrate on the pain. You'd have to literally proposition him or something like that to make him stay in one place lmao.

Graves - The most complaining motherfucker on the planet. Doesn't like this shit at all. He'd have a change of heart if you were butt naked while taking care of him, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who's busy being pampered while plotting revenge on the bastard(s) who managed to get her sick.

Farah - The one who feels guilty for being in the state that she's in and would rather she tend to herself but Farah relents when you tell her she deserves this and more. It's so cute the way she gets a little bashful when you do so.

[moonfurthetemmie]

There’s fireworks going off outside for reasons beyond me and I suddenly remembered a thing I wrote ages ago for Dreamswap

I have no idea when anymore, though I think it was around when Fatal Flaws first became what it is now; with and Vick, Ellie, and Crystal being girls. So…a few years ago now, I think. I posted it on Quotev.

But I wanted to share it here

It sounds like a headcanon, but it’s less of a headcanon and more of a “hm. Hear me out; what if-“ type thing. I’d claim it as a headcanon, but honestly I haven’t thought about it since writing it JAJSHSH

Anyway here it is:

Nightmare Doesn’t Like Fireworks.

Nightmare doesn't like fireworks. He never liked them to begin with; they were too loud and sudden. He assumed it was something he'd get used to.

Nightmare still doesn't like fireworks. He's heard about so many horrible accidents with them, with people who were too stupid to follow the instructions correctly, thinking they could make their New Years or Independence Day better if they spiced it up a little. He likes to fuck around, but not at the expense of someone's life, or safety. And they're still too loud for him.

Nightmare never liked fireworks. But now he's found something that he likes even less. Something just as dangerous, and loud, and sudden, but even worse, because they're supposed to hurt people.

Nightmare can't handle fireworks. Their popping reminds him too much of gunshots now. He's been chased by cops so many times, cops who don't care that Dream wants him alive. A dead criminal is much better than an alive one, to them; and even if Dream gets mad, they can surely find a convincing lie to tell him.

Cross likes fireworks. They're so cool. In her original AU, they only ever came in white and purple. She was excited to see other kinds, when she got out. But Nightmare never wanted to go watch fireworks, and it was safer for them to stick together, so she didn't go that much.

Error likes fireworks. The first New Years' she spent with Cross and Nightmare, she asked if they were going to go watch a fireworks show. Cross and Nightmare knew she probably wouldn't go if they weren't going to. Cross said she'd like to go.

Nightmare is afraid of fireworks. But...it had been a long time since he'd been around any. And he wanted to hang out with his friends. So he said he'd go. They were both happy to have him along, until they realized how nervous he was. When the first one went off, Nightmare flinched. After a few more, he was shaking. Cross and Error took him home before he got any worse.

Nightmare doesn't like fireworks.

Cross and Error think they know why now.

[idyllicwillowtree]

Vickie's Friend - Part 2

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve are both very protective of your friends.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: use of y/n, silly goose!Steve, fluff, trying not to out somebody

Author’s note: Sorry this took so long! I got some of the inspo from an episode of Friends

Main Masterlist

Part 1

Saturday, March 22, 1986

“I mean, it’s hilarious! I could never place what Tammy Thompson sounded like but Robin got it spot on,” Vickie enthused.

“Yeah, it’s a Muppet joke. The muppets are always funny,” you replied, focusing more on the stack of new books you were arranging on the shelf. Vickie twirled around the bookstore you both worked at, following you as you did most of the work.

“My point is that when I compared Tammy to Kermit the Frog she laughed. And not like a fake laugh either, like a real, genuine laugh. It was perfect.”

“But…?” you waved the book in your hand, gesturing for her to continue.

“But I’ve been trying really hard to stop that thing where my mouth moves faster than my brain so there was just that weird awkward silence you get when you want to keep talking with the person but you don't know what to say but I had like a million things I wanted to say but I suppressed the shit out of that so I wouldn’t keep talking and talking and talking and I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Vickie gasped slightly, forgetting to breathe during her run on sentence.

Sending your friend a tight lipped smile, you say, “yeah, you are.”

“I’m hopeless,” Vickie exhales and leans against the bookshelf you were organizing.

“Eh,” you turn to lean next to her, “we both are.”

“If only we could like, combine,” Vickie said, intertwining her own fingers together.

“Combine?”

“Just think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I’ve found the girl of my dreams, but I can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on a million dates and you have no idea what you want. So if we just combined, all our problems would be solved.”

She was right, you had gone on what felt like a million first dates with no plans for a second one in sight. Unfortunately, Vickie is forgetting a crucial flaw in her hypothetical plan.

“Vickie?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you forget about Dan again?”

Your best friend’s face dropped as she blinked rapidly at you. “Right…Dan…”

“It’s alright, Vick. As long as you break up with him before you and Robin do anything, you’re good,” you say with a teasing smile.

“Robin and I aren’t going to do anything!” her fair cheeks flooded with pink.

“Okay sure, whatever you say.”

Vickie rolled her eyes in defense before gasping, “Ooh, I found our next book club book!” Her jewelry started clanking together as she jogged across the store. 

You sighed dramatically at her attempt to change the subject, “I still don’t understand why we call it a club if it’s just us-”

Vickie spun around to show off the novel she chose, “‘Sense and Sensibility’ by the one and only, Jane Austen.”

 “Ugh, you know I don’t do historical fiction,” you grimace.

“But it’s about doomed love!”

“That’s relatable,” you scoffed

“Precisely,” Vickie said with a smile, already grabbing you your own copy.

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Friday, April 4th, 1986

Steve did end up asking you out after your volunteer shifts at the High School. You both were awkward and giddy about it but it was comforting to know that he was just as nervous as you were. You found him to be very charming and endearing and you were excited to get to know him better.

Your first date was very sweet and simple. There wasn’t as much to do because of all the businesses that had to close due to the earthquake, so he took you to a diner that had managed to stay afloat.

You were having a great time, the spark of electricity you felt when you flirted with him that first day flooded through your body the second he came to pick you up, and it continued as you sat and ate your food. Your topic of conversation quickly transitioned to Robin and Vickie.

“And then the guy goes, ‘what? There’s no ‘b’ in rose.’ and the other guy goes ‘there was in this one!’” Steve looked at you with anticipation in his eyes and a big grin on his face. You blinked at him, still waiting for the punchline. He sagged slightly, realizing you didn’t get his joke, “it’s funnier when Robin tells it.”

“I’m sure it is,” you teased. “Robin is very funny.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and sent you a lopsided smile that sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Speaking of Robin…her and Vickie have been talking a lot on the phone,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. You eyed him closely, assessing his reaction.

His eyes jumped around nervously as he took an extra long drink from his milkshake. You could already read him like a book, he was very obviously stalling.

Steve cleared his throat, “yeah, they seem to like each other a lot.”

You leaned forward, trying to invade his space a bit, “Steven Harrington… What do you know?” your voice was low and suggestive. It made Steve’s heart skip a beat, although he wasn’t sure if it was from his attraction to you or from nerves. He has spent so long keeping Robin’s secret, he didn’t want to accidentally out her and make her the ‘town’s pariah’, as she liked to say.

Little did he know, you made the same promise to Vickie.

When Steve kept his mouth closed, you sighed and said “okay, but if you found out on your own, that would be okay, and then we could talk about it, right?”

Steve had an idea as to what you were referring to, but he needed to tread lightly just in case. “Well, then it wouldn’t be a secret. So, yeah that would be okay,” he said carefully.

You eyed him for a moment, seeing if he’d break first. 

He squinted his eyes back at you, “do you know something?”

“Do you know something?” you said quickly.

“I might know something.”

“I might know something, too.”

“What’s the thing you know?”

“Oh no, Steve. I can’t tell you until you tell me what you know.”

He shrugged softly, “I can’t tell you what I know.”

“Well then, I can’t tell you what I know.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Fine.”

You both sat there in awkward silence as you contemplated what the other was saying. Or not saying in this case. Anxiously gnawing at the dead skin of your thumb as you looked out the diner window, you could feel Steve staring at you, watching you suspiciously.

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Saturday, April 5th, 1986

You and Steve were so excited to see each other again that you planned your second date for the very next day. Unfortunately, you had to cancel.

You didn’t want to postpone, especially since you were still eagerly still waiting to kiss him, but you had to. Vickie and Robin were finally going to hang out together and you wanted to spy. Some would probably call it stalking, but you didn’t care. 

Being Vickie’s only friend that she trusted enough to share her secret with came with a lot of pros and cons. On the plus side you were honored that she trusted you, but on the other hand Vickie can talk a lot and it can get to be a bit draining. You earned the right to spy a little on their first date. 

Also, Robin could be a serial killer. You never know. Stranger things have happened in Hawkins.

Steve actually told you, when you called him to reschedule, that he was about to cancel as well. He had some excuse that you weren’t really paying attention to, you were just excited that he wanted to eventually see you again. 

You hung up the phone with a smile still on your face. Immediately, it started ringing again. “Hawkins’ Book Attic, how may I help you?”

“Hey Y/N, is Vickie there?”

Of course it was Robin. 

“Hi Robin! Yeah just a second,” you pulled the phone away from your face before shouting, “Vickie! Phone’s for you!”

“Thanks Y/N, I’ll take it from the break room.” Vickie shouted from the back.

You returned the phone to your ear, covering the mouthpiece, so you can hear when Vickie picks it up.

“Hello?” you heard Vickie say.

You were about to hang up when you heard Robin say, “hey baby!”

That’s new, you thought. Against your better judgment, you continued to listen.

“Hey hun, I was just thinking about you.”

Your eyes widened. You looked around, making sure no one was watching you before you realized there was no one else in the store. It’s been closed while you and your co-workers cleaned up the place. The building itself wasn’t destroyed like some of the other businesses in town were, but it definitely left a mess with all the knocked over shelves and books.

“Awh, that’s sweet. I just wanted to check to see if we’re still hanging out after your shift?”

Ah, yes. The date you were planning to spy on.

Vickie giggled sweetly, “of course, Robin! I’ll pick you up after work and we’ll head over to that wildflower field by the quarry.”

You hung up after that, that’s all the intel you needed for your mission.

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Luckily for you, your shift at the bookstore ended at the same time as Vickie’s. You managed to get to the field before them since Vickie needed to go pick up Robin. You found some street parking in a neighborhood nearby to ensure that your best friend didn’t see your car. You smoothly parallel parked in front of a dark brown BMW to start your stake out. 

You focused on the road that was perpendicular to the street you were stationed on. Only when you saw Vickie’s blue hand-me-down Ford Cortina drive by did you grab your bag and exit the car, starting the short trek to the woods surrounding the open field of colorful wildflowers.

Spotting the two girls from a distance was easy with Vickie’s fire-red hair and Robin’s towering height. The tricky part was finding a suitable hiding spot. 

Glancing around the wooded area you noticed a tall tree nearby. Before you could assess the strength of the branches you heard the rustling of a giant bush at the perimeter of the field a few feet away from you, followed by whispered curses. Denim clad legs were sticking out of the green shrubbery as a man was trying to wedge himself through it. You’d know those white sneakers (and that fine ass) anywhere.

“Steve?” 

You heard a hollow “thunk” as Steve jumped in surprise, his head hitting one of the branches. He slowly emerged as he rubbed the back of his skull with a grimace. He was wearing giant women’s sunglasses and a long blonde wig that now sat lopsided on his head.

“O-oh, hey Y/N,” he said sheepishly.

You let out a surprised snort at his appearance, before realization bloomed in your chest. You smirked, knowingly.

“What are you doing here, Steve?”

Steve shuffled to the side, trying to block your view of Robin and Vickie setting up their picnic.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“Okay…what are you wearing?” you said suspiciously, tugging a leaf out of the synthetic fibers of his wig before crossing your arms.

Steve immediately paled.  He snatched the jumbo lady glasses off his face, showing you his panicked brown eyes. What excuse could he come up with for wearing this in the middle of the woods instead of going on your second date?

“Uh…it’s just-...you see-”

“Is that Robin and Vickie?” you interrupted, craning your neck to look over Steve’s shoulder, pretending like you had just noticed them.

“What? Uh, n-no I don’t think so.”

He was such a bad liar.

“Yeah it is! Let’s go say hi-”

“NO!” Steve’s voice echoed across the field, making Vickie and Robin glance in their direction. Before they could see, you gripped Steve’s shoulders and pulled him down to crouch behind the shrub he was trying to hide in moments before.

“What are you-”

“Shut up, Harrington. Do you want to blow our cover?” you frantically whispered, peaking around the leaves carefully to see Robin handing Vickie a pink sparkly drink with a glimmering smile on her face.

Steve gasped dramatically. “I knew it! You’ve known this whole time?”

“Oh please, you knew nothing,” you said with a giggle.

“Okay fine, but I had my suspicions,” he grinned at you. Finally, he had someone to talk to about Robin’s love life. You two already had an immediate connection, but this solidified his attraction to you even more.

“Ooh! Wait, I came prepared too.” You swiveled, turning your back to him as you dug through your bag. He watched as you pulled something out that you placed on your face. Then you whipped out a baseball cap that you tucked your hair into before placing it on your head. You spun back around to face him again, “ta-da!”

He let out a surprised snort, similar to the one you gave when you saw him in his disguise. You had stuck a dark black mustache to your upper lip, wiggling your nose like a rabbit to show it off.

You both continued to laugh as quietly as you could at the absurdity of the situation you were in. Somehow, you both separately planned on canceling your second date, dressing up in a disguise, and spying on your friends. 

“We need higher ground, I think,” Steve whispered after his laughs had died down.

“Come on,” you gripped his hand, ignoring the tingling sensation it gave you, and dragged him to the tree you were planning on scaling earlier.

You helped hoist each other up, finding two parallel branches that were sturdy enough for you and Steve to sit across from each other on. It was the perfect spot to spy on Robin and Vickie with the opening in the tree leaves, while still staying hidden. Steve rested a foot on your branch as he got comfortable. You were close enough to him that his spare knee was in between yours. 

Your legs swung lazily underneath you as you admired him, happy to have someone to share this moment with. 

“Look, look, look,” Steve whispered excitingly, leaning towards you more as he pointed towards your friends.

Angling your body to get a look, you didn’t realize how close your faces had gotten, but Steve did. He nearly fell out of the tree when he got a whiff of your sweet perfume. He held his breath as he subtly studied your face, scrunched in concentration before lighting up with excitement.  Despite the fake mustache, you were the prettiest person he had ever seen.

“I can’t believe it. Robin is feeding her! And it's a strawberry? That’s like the sexiest food,” you snickered. Turning to see Steve’s reaction, you almost bumped noses with him. 

Both of you froze, no one was leaning in, but no one was pulling away either. 

After what felt like forever you whispered, “Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?” he replied, equally breathless. 

“Have you ever kissed a woman with a mustache before?”

He beamed at you, eyes sparking with humor. “Can’t say that I have,” he glanced at your lips, “have you ever kissed a guy wearing his mom’s old halloween wig?”

Before you could stop it, you snorted right in his face. Luckily, it made him smile even more.

He gently held your cheek as you placed your hand on his leg that was still propped up on the branch you were sitting on. Your heart was practically bruising your ribcage as it pumped in anticipation. Steve’s face heated up even more as you both started to lean in. 

Before your lips could touch, his foot shifted and you lost your balance, sending both of you tumbling out of the tree, breaking branches along the way.

Steve landed on his back in the plush grass below, it wouldn’t have hurt if you didn’t land directly on top of him. The breath in his lungs got pushed out as he let out a loud “oof” that quickly dissolved into laughter. Once you realized he was okay, you began to full body laugh alongside him. 

Both your disguises got lost in the chaos, he could finally get a good look at you. You were still laying on top of him as his brown eyes stared happily up at you, ignoring the leaves and debris that were still raining from your fall.

It’s like deja-vu, time slows as you stare into each other's eyes, slowly leaning forward yet again.

“a-hem!” 

Both your heads whipped to the side to see Robin, now only a few feet away from you, glaring disapprovingly at Steve with her hands on her hips. Vickie had her arms crossed and her furrowing brows were directed towards you.

“Our cover has been blown!” you say to Steve.

“Retreat! Retreat! Abort mission,” Steve said, a grin still plastered on his face as you both hopped up and ran through the woods, hand-in-hand. Robin and Vickie watched you both go, listening as the sounds of maniacal laughter echoed throughout the woods, fading away the further you got.

Both of you made it back to your cars, still laughing through your heavy breathing. Steve didn’t waste time catching his breath before gripping the back of your head and planted his lips to yours.

You were still giddy with laughter as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to get closer. He snaked his arms around your waist as he walked you backwards, pining you to his car. 

You pulled back for air, still nuzzling your nose against his. Both of you were still smiling like a couple of idiots as happiness and adrenaline flowed through your veins. 

You continued to pant in each other’s faces before you whispered, “hey Steve?”

Steve pecked your lips again, “yeah?”

“So… you know that Fast Times tape we returned a couple weeks ago?”

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[gawa-ng-gabi]

OKAY OKAY RAMBLES OF HEADCANONS ABOUT MIGUEL X A FILIPINO S/O

Okay, I'm a Filipino and I just have to get this out of my system. Might make some art about it in the future.

FIRST OF ALL THE FRIGGING LANGUAGE.

For those of you who don't know, the Philippines was colonized by Spain for 300+ years before the Americans and the Japanese got to us so until now, we have some Spanish words in our language.

So imagine taking Miguel home to meet your family and Miguel being a bit nervous he won't understand when you start speaking in Filipino (plus yannow, first impressions) then the first thing your relatives say when you introduce him:

Uy, ang guwapo naman ng jowa mo.

And suddenly, he's a bit comforted because he understood only one word in that sentence and he knows he has a good impression already.

Also cursing in Filipino when he's around!!! Istg cursing in Filipino hits harder than any "fuck you" you can throw around. If you and Miguel get into an argument and you let out a malutong na "tangina naman, oh" , he knows how serious shit is.

Also, I highkey believe that Miguel loves it (dare I say gets turned on) when he catches you speaking to yourself in Filipino and just being in your element when you're concentrating on something.

NEXT THE FOOD

MY GOD THE FOOD. HOW MUCH I WOULD LOVE TO COOK FOR THIS MAN.

Cooking champorado for him on rainy days (there's actually a fic for this written by Luciel49 in Ao3 A MUST READ!!!). Tuyong adobo with egg and steaming rice. Beef mechado during New Year. Miswa when any one of you is sick. Pancit canton, Lumpia, and Leche Flan for the S/O's birthday. Taking him around the Philippines to try street food like Kwek-Kwek, Betamax, or Dynamite. Sisig Nachos while staying in and drinking with him??? I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT COOKING FOR THIS MAN. I WANT TO MAKE HIM SMILE FROM THE FOOD I MADE FOR HIM!!!

TAKING CARE OF HIM WHEN HE'S SICK

(or idk how his spider altered genes work but let's say he does get coughs and colds). You make him salabat with lemon when he's got coughs. If he's got the flu, you make him arroz caldo or maybe lugaw with tokwa't baboy (making the baboy extra special by making it the lechong kawali version). Before sleeping, rubbing Vicks on his back and chest while wrapping him up in a blanket.

(I'll add on to the list as I think of more. Suddenly want to make an OC for my headcannons, now.)

[doueverwonder]

calilliyork ask: how do they react when one of them is? (Cause I love sick fics :3)

ooo :0

Hmm so I think California is very medically anxious. So when one of its boyfriends is sick they get VERY nervous and immediately jump to "we need to go to the ER/Urgent care" even if it's just the sniffles. Hovers the whole time, keeps jumping between actual medicine and natural remedies, probably doesn't sleep bc "what if they die" "cal I have a cold" "BUT YOU COULD STILL DIE"

York isn't as anxious as California is but will call off work to stay home and take care of them (HUGE DEAL for how much of a workaholic York is); less hovering more standing in the doorway "do you need anything 🧍" he doesn't actually know what to do and is kinda a germaphobe but cares.

Illinois is a full dumbass who knows he's gonna get sick but doesn't care he is climbing in bed with them, they need cuddles, and he probably kisses them more than usual. Silly mom remedies like vicks vaporub on every inch of skin, he's making chicken soup. how much he cares alone will cure u which is good bc he's gonna be sick in two days.

side note: when NY is sick Cal and Illi both have to stay home bc he has to be PINNED DOWN to keep him from trying to go about normally. They're going to tie him to the bed.

[cintasfics]

Another thorn in Lassiter's side

pairing: carlton lassiter x oc, juliet o'hara x oc (platonic)

wc: 1.6k

summary: shortly after becoming friends with shawn and gus, marley attends (read: is dragged along to) her first crime scene and her presence gets a mixed reaction from the two detectives on the scene

warnings: mention of drugs, murder, and suicide. lassie is a bit of a dick but it’s part of his charm (don't look at me)

a/n: I love the trope where two characters meet for the first time and one of them is certain they will never be more than friends despite their obvious interest - especially when the audience knows they will eventually end up together - and lassiter is perfect for that in my mind

The latest case to fall onto the detective’s desks involved the death of a prominent community members son, and while by all appearances it looked like a simple open-shut case of a drug overdose, the victim’s mother was resolute that it wasn’t the case. Her belief was supported when another body, deceased under the same circumstances, turned up a few blocks away.

Given the high status of the victim’s families, Chief Vick wanted to make sure that the case was solved as quickly and as thoroughly as possible, and to do this she called in their resident psychic.

At the time of the call, said psychic was at his agency’s office, accompanied by Gus and their new friend Marley, using the space for their impromptu video game tournament. He was slowly but surely getting the introverted woman out of her shell, taking her shyness as a challenge, determined to expand his and Gus’ small circle.

When the chief told him about the case, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to bring them all closer together and strengthen their bond. What says friendship like solving a murder together?

Marley didn’t quite see it the same way, sure she would be turned away at the first line of police tape, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of excitement growing at the idea.

~}i{~

‘Who is this? This isn’t a field trip destination, no civilians allowed, Spencer. You’re lucky we even let you two in here,’ came Lassiter’s annoyed bark once he noticed the stranger standing with the two ever-present thorns in his side. At least the woman had the decency to look embarrassed as she shot the so-called psychic a look that screamed ‘I told you so.’

Ignoring the weight of his new friends’ eyes as they bore into the side of his head, Shawn carried on in his usual fashion.

‘She’s not a civilian, she’s the newest member of Psych detective agency. Lassie, Juliet, meet Miss Marley Williams,’ his introduction was paired with a flourish of his arms in her direction, as if he was presenting her to an adoring crowd, ‘say hello, Marley.’

Marley threw another quick glare at him for putting her on the spot, before offering the two detectives a nervous smile and pitiful wave, ‘uuh- hi.’

She was mentally kicking herself at her weak greeting, and Lassiter was equally, if not more, unimpressed by it.

‘And what are you, another psychic?’ came his dry inquiry, almost sneering it at her.

‘Oh no, nothing like that,’ she was quick to assure, ‘I’m a nurse down at Santa Barbara general, I’m just here because I, I uhh-,’ feeling intimidated by Lassiter’s piercing stare, and honestly unsure of what exactly she was doing here, she struggled to explain her presence. Her new position in the agency was also a surprise to her, doing nothing to help her explain herself.

‘We were in the middle of her induction and onboarding paperwork when we got the call to come down here, so we thought we’d bring her along, show her what the job really entails. No better way to learn than on the job, right?’

God she could kiss Gus, sending him a grateful look. ‘Nice save.’

‘Marley here is a good conduit for the spirits, the visions and vibes I get when she’s around are stronger than normal,’ Shawn added, his never-wavering dedication to the bit the cherry on top, ‘her experience as a nurse also comes in handy, offering invaluable context to some of the information I receive.’

Lassiter continued to look between the three of them with a raised eyebrow, not buying it for a second.

But Juliet, ever the sugar to Lassiter’s salt, offered her a kind smile and her hand, ‘well it’s nice to meet you Marley, my name’s Juliet O’Hara and I look forward to working with you.’

Though the woman’s smile was warm enough on its own, compared to her partners surly demeanour it was like a ray of sunshine and Marley immediately felt at ease.

‘Just stay out of our way and we’ll get along just fine.’

The brief moment of respite that Juliet had given her crumbled with Lassiter’s words, but thankfully it was the last thing he said before returning to what he was doing before he had noticed her.

‘Don’t worry about him,’ Juliet reassured her, seeing the way her smile fell, ‘he can be a bit..’

Juliet struggled to find the right word to describe her ill-tempered partner, knowing that he wasn’t always the friendliest person in the world, but she didn’t quite know how to describe him to a stranger without giving them a bad impression. Worse than the one he gave himself, anyway.

Gus and Shawn had no such issue, however. Chiming in with their own descriptions to fill in the blanks.

‘You mean grouchy?’

‘Irritable?’

‘Downright rude?’

‘Blunt,’ she cut them off, knowing they could go all day if she let them, ‘he can be a bit blunt, among other things, but I’m sure he’ll warm up to you in no time!’

Free from the man’s harsh gaze and appreciating the woman’s attempt at reassuring her, Marley sent her a grateful smile, ‘thank you, Juliet. I’m sure it’ll be fine, he just took me off guard,’ her attention then turned to her two ‘colleagues’, ‘thanks for the warning by the way, totally helped me adjust to my new ‘role’.’

Gus had the decency to look apologetic, but Shawn simply brushed her sarcasm aside, ‘hey, trial by fire remember? If you can handle Lassie, you can handle anything!’

‘We had total faith in you too, just to be clear,’ came Gus’ fast reassurance.

‘I need to get back to Lassiter, but let me know if you guys find anything,’ Juliet cut in, sending the newcomer a final warm smile before walking away, ‘and welcome aboard, Marley.’

~}i{~

The case was soon wrapped up, with Gus and Marley’s combined knowledge of pharmaceuticals and medicine proving invaluable when determining what exactly led to the deaths of the young men.

Marley had watched Shawn perform his parlour scene moment with great amusement. She had to admit that he sold the ���psychic’ thing well, and his commitment to the charade was commendable. If she didn’t see his work ‘behind the curtain’, so to speak, she might have bought it herself.

‘Thank you again, Mr Spencer and Mr Guster, as always we appreciate your help.’

Lassiter couldn’t hold back the scoff he let out at the chief’s words. Schooling his face into a neutral expression as she shot him a warning look before continuing.

‘And Miss Williams, I’d also like to thank you especially for your contribution to the case, Mr Spencer told me how you noticed signs of deterioration in Nate Mitchell and were able to prevent his death, which is no small feat.’

Uncomfortable with the attention on her, Marley picked at her nails as she responded, ‘thank you, Chief Vick. I was just doing my job, it’s no biggie.’

It was Shawn’s turn to scoff, ‘no biggie? Marley that kid is still alive because of you! I’d be hitting up his parents for a reward, I’m sure they can afford it, doing what they do.’

‘Shawn!’ came Gus’ chastising hiss. While part of him agreed with his friend, it wasn’t the time or way to say it.

‘While I’m sure you didn’t do it for the possibility of a reward,’ Shawn now on the receiving end of one of Chief Vick’s famous reprimanding looks, ‘Mr Spencer is right, it is a big deal and we’re honoured to have you as part of the team.’

With another shy ‘thank you’ and the assurance that Marley was a welcomed addition to the group, the trio made their exit, planning to stop on the way back to the office for a round of drinks to celebrate her first case.

The debrief done, Lassiter left the chief’s office all but storming over to his desk.

‘It was a good thing Marley came along when she did, huh? You know, I had a good feeling about her when we met at the Lawrence house,’ Juliet had followed after him. She ignored his bad mood, being used to it by now.

‘Yeah, she’s a real charmer. Really sold her little modesty act to the chief too.’

‘What do you mean?’ Juliet was honestly confused by his scorn towards her, she thought the woman was sweet. Plus, it would be nice having another woman around, ‘she seems pretty genuine to me.’

‘That’s how they get you, and if it keeps up like this, we’re going to be outnumbered by these consultants, hell, we already are! It was bad enough with just those two idiots, but now it’s 3v2 with them on top!’

‘It’s not us vs them, Lassiter. We’re all on the same side here.’

He waved his partner off, knowing there was no point in trying to get her to see things his way. A lot could be said about Carlton Lassiter, he knew that, he wasn’t ignorant to what others thought of him (though the delusion did win sometimes). But what couldn’t be said about him was that he was easily fooled by a pretty face.

Sure, the woman might have a good head on her shoulders, more sense than the two idiots she works with at least, and from what he could see she was good at presenting herself professionally yet sympathetically while talking to witnesses and the family of the victims. And maybe her laugh did bring to mind the sound of windchimes blowing serenely in the wind, but what was there to laugh about when investigating the deaths of two young men, even if she did prevent the death of a third.

And so what if he couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman, with sweet brown eyes and a smile to match.

He was a professional. And his relationship with her would remain as such.

[luckspren]

I'm finally reading the Age of Madness trilogy. I just finished part 4 (so basically part 1 of The Trouble with Peace) and I looove it. I'm trying my hardest to be normal about the series, but my god. Abercrombie is definitely an auto-buy author for me. On the one hand I want to take my time with the rest of the trilogy and on the other hand I can't wait to read more. I am legitimately nervous about where some of those storylines will go.

While I wasn't exactly worried about not liking the trilogy (beause I heard many readers apparently prefer this one to the first trilogy and so far Abercrombie hasn't let me down), next-generation books can be kinda tricky for me, especially if the characters from the books before are still around. But I really like the new pov-characters.

Some thoughts and speculations under the cut:

So far I like the pov of Rikke and Orso the best. I do really enjoy the other perspectives too, though. Broad is probably the one I am least interested in right now

Rikkes prophecy... so up to the lion eating the wolf the events have already happened. So next comes the lamb eating the lion and we already know that Orso is the lamb. With the civil war brewing I have no reason to doubt that. So the question is who the owl represents. I guess the owl is often associated with wisdom, so maybe we are supposed to think that Bayaz wins it all again? Given that every other animal in the prophecy is connected to a member of the next generation though, I think the owl will also be one of them. Savine already likened herself to a snake, so I don't think it's her, even though she has a claim to the throne. So I think it's either Rikke or Jappo who we haven't really met yet, but Styria has to come into the plot sooner or later

(I haven't really considered Vick, Clover or Broad for the owl, because I read the animals/characters in the prophecy more as stand-ins for the nations they lead. Broad also already has the bull as an animal motif and so far Vick and Clover have no real power by themselves, so I just think it's unlikely, at least at this point in the story)

Leo is soooo doomed. It's amazing how he never learns from his mistakes. I don't actually dislike his chapters, but he is a very aggravating character to read about. He is so easily manipulated, I'm sure I still feel bad for him, when his downfall inevitably comes.

also with his colossal mommy issues I still can't quite tell if he's bi and in denial or gay and in denial. Either way, he's definitely into Jurand who I already feel bad for. Like I'm worried about Leos entire friend group. I feel like they are doomed by association. But not only is Jurand the only voice of reason in that group that nobody ever listens to, I also can't see Leo reacting favorably if his feelings ever come to light. Obviously Leo is married now, but I don't think even the friendship would survive, what with Leos pretty severe internalized homophobia. Also there was a moment in A Little Hatred where I thought Jurand may have something going on with Glaward (I think that's his name...definitely something with a G), because it's specifically mentioned that they spring apart when Leo runs through the camp after Rikke has her fit, so I thought maybe a little jealousy would move the plotline along, but that didn't happen. But maybe the Leo/Savine marriage reveal finally will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Civil war is definitely coming and as I said before, I think Leos side will lose. Right now Orso seems in a worse position with everyone hating him. But Isher and co. seem to bank on the fact that Leo has allied himself with Stour who I can easily see betraying Leo. I don't know, I just think Leo will regret the decision to leave him alive. He should really listen to the women in his life but obviously he isn't gonna

I don't really know how things in the North will progress, now that the Dogman is dead ( :((( ). There is no chance in hell that Rikke will agree to an alliance with Stour and probably she's still pissed at Leo, so I guess she will rally the men (or at least a faction of them) behind her somehow... but the protectorate is also sandwiched between them and that seems like a terrible position to be in on her own.

Also I wonder if Styria will sweep in right after the Union weakens itself by infighting. Or maybe one of the sides will try to ally with Styria. Again that seems more likely for Leos side, buuut...Orso is half styrian and while Terez would fucking hate it, I could maybe see him giving up his claim to Styria entirely in his search for possible allies? He already didn't want to be king of the Union, I don't think he wants Styria. That would certainly be a twist regarding the tensions between the Union and Styria. But then again I don't now how that would fit into Vicks current storyline.

I am suspicious of everything. When Selest told Leo she wouldn't have missed his wedding even if Bayaz locked her in the House of the Maker I immediately went: Tolomei, is that you?? That's maybe more of an easter egg, but I am still pretty intrigued how and when the Bayaz plotline will come more to the forefront.

Jezal died (or was murdered?) and I'm being so brave about it. All in all not surprising. But I was so sure he would be assassinated at the end of the parade for Leo and Orso that I actually got my hopes up that he would at least survive book 1, only for the last chapter title to punch me in the gut. I literally started 2024 with reading his death. At least he died not knowing that his children had an affair.

It's amazing that I actually felt kinda bad for Savine and Orso and that they couldn't be together. It's him not knowing why that makes the situation so frustrating. I am not sure how many people in the story know of her true parentage. Maybe she will tell him herself later in the story. I guess he has to find out somewhere down the line

Given her marriage to Leo, maybe they will even use her parentage to strengthen his cause, but for that to happen, Savine would have to admit it to Leo first and right now I don't see it happening. Also the affair with Orso already seems subject to gossip, so trying to use her parentage wouldn't help her reputation at all (and I think Leo would also react with disgust) and people would for sure doubt the parentage of her own child

Speaking of which, I'm also not sure if I am supposed to question the parentage of Savines child? There was mention that she had her period shortly before Leo came to Adua, but wasn't Valbeck also right before his visit? Given that there are no paternity tests in this world, I am guessing I have to take Savines thoughts on the matter at face value and it's actually Leos child.

Interesting how the national conflicts are also kinda personal because of the partner switch at the end of A Little Hatred. Given that they are married now, I think Savine will support Leo in his treason. Still think he's a bad investment so to speak. So maybe she will use her pregnancy to get back into Orsos good graces once her side is losing.

Clover killing Wonderful also was quite the gut punch. I literally went 'oh no' the moment Stour made the request, because of course he would do it.

I find the similarities between Clover and Vick pretty interesting (in the sense that they both are betraying people around them so easily, at least seemingly)... While I am probably supposed to think that Vick will defect to Styria, the scene with Vitari makes me believe that she might actually stay loyal to Glokta in the long run. Clover on the other hand mostly thinks about his own well-being...and I don't know, I feel like Stour should watch his back around him. If the right opportunity comes along to get rid of him, I think Clover would take it. I would certainly cheer him on and it would endear him to Rikke... so maybe he will end up in her camp.

Even with all my precautions about spoilers, I think I managed to get spoiled about the identity of the weaver. I can only hope that is something that gets revealed soon, so I can go into book 3 completely blind

There is so much more I could write about these books and I am not even really halfway through (I haven't even touched on the breakers/burners etc)...

There is not one pov-character that I can't see ending up as a villain. Even the ones that start out more genial like Rikke and Orso might change for the worse, but Abercrombie does a good job of making them all the hero of their own story, if that makes sense.

I also keep thinking about people who start reading First Law with the Age of Madness trilogy and how that changes the reading experience. Don't think I would recommend that, but things like the half-sibling-reveal probably hit harder.

[babygirl-diaz]

Prompt: eddie diaz + seasonal allergies?? If u want

((I hope you like this anon!))

***

The allergy season was here and with it came Eddie’s misery. He had been sneezing and coughing all morning, lying up in bed, with a box of tissues and a bottle of Vicks. His eyes were so swollen that he could barely see and his nose was so stuffed that he couldn’t smell anything. In short, he was miserable. 

Right now, all he wanted was to cuddle with his boyfriend and complain but Buck annoyingly was missing from their bed, busy doing God knows what. Eddie wanted to call out to Buck but his voice was scratchy and sore from all the coughing.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. Buck was soon there with a tray. He smiled as he sat the tray down on the dresser, and then came around to Eddie and kissed his forehead. "Sit up, I brought you soup," he told Eddie and fluffed up the pillows behind him after Eddie sat up.

"I thought you were coming back to bed." Eddie most definitely did not whine.

"Let's get some food and antihistamines in you first and then we can cuddle," Buck told him.

Buck brought the tray over to Eddie and sat it down in front of him.

"Egg drop soup?" Eddie sniffled as he looked up at his boyfriend. He wasn't sure it was the allergies that were making him teary-eyed.

"Yeah, I know it's your favorite," Buck replied and kissed the top of his head before sitting next to him on the bed. "Now have your soup." He chuckled as he turned on the tv and wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders.

Eddie had the soup but he couldn't taste anything because of his stuffed nose. He kept going, though. Buck had made the soup for him after all.

"You don't have to finish that if you're not feeling up to it," Buck assured him as he picked up the bottle of Vicks and rubbed it on Eddie's exposed chest.

"Thanks," Eddie said both for the Vicks and the soup. He took the antihistamines, and then gave the tray to Buck, who put it aside before getting back into bed. "Did Christopher get to school okay?" Eddie asked, as he lay his head down on Buck's chest and wrapped an arm around his middle.

"Yeah, he did," Buck replied as he wrapped his arm around Eddie's shoulders again. "He has that big test today. Poor guy was so nervous."

"Shit, I forgot about that." Eddie panicked a little and pulled away. "I always help him study for his tests."

"That's okay." Buck calmed him down and pulled him back in. "I helped him study."

"But you don't have your magical Math powers anymore," Eddie couldn't help but tease.

"Funny," Buck said sarcastically. "I helped him with my normal Math powers. Besides, he didn't need much of my help, anyway."

"Thanks, Buck," Eddie said appreciatively. "I've always been alone with my awful allergies and worried Christopher who didn't know what to do. But now with you..." he trailed off, leaving the words unsaid.

"I'm always here for you, baby," Buck assured him and kissed the top of his head again.

Eddie smiled and felt grateful for Buck's comfort and care. He stayed with his head on Buck's bare chest. He kissed right below one of the nipples and closed his eyes, feeling the tension ease off his body. "I love you, Buck."

"I love you too, baby boy," Buck replied and turned around, wrapping both arms around Eddie, and holding him close.

***

((Send me an ask or a message if you have any Buddie fic requests! My only requirement is that the plot be Eddie centric))

[taterstories]

Princess Mercury By Tater

I Sir Vick a leader and protector of our village in the kingdom of King Orlando. I am a simple man and very single, being one of the very few single knights in the entire kingdom. I had not found a wife yet; no woman has struck my fancy yet. Being a leader in the village I not only protected the village but helped wherever I am needed. Whether its farming or training horses or building things. Today I am helping fix a roof for our blacksmith in our village. He is a great blacksmith and made my armor for me a long time ago when I was knighted. The blacksmith has offered me his eldest daughter for marriage. But I have told him and along with so many others I am looking for true love for me. I was working on the roof when I saw a royal caravan approaching the village. I got down to go meet them in the center of the village. It was not any of the royals but the Kings Majordomo. I greeted him and the other leaders came to greet him as well. The Majordomo handed me an official letter with the Royal seal on it. The letter was an invitation for me to come to the castle in two days.

After finishing the Blacksmiths roof, I went to my house to prepare to go to the castle to meet the Royal family. I needed to polish my armor and clean my saddle and pack everything I need for the trip. The next morning, I would set out on my steed to go to the castle. I rode all day till I was just on the outside of the capital city where the castle is. I stopped and set up a camp for the night next to a stream. I caught fish for my dinner and cooked it on a fire and lay under the stars wondering what the Royal family could want with me, I was nervous and excited to find out what was of my fate. The next morning, I woke with the sun was up and shining. I packed my things and put on my armor and shined my boots and wiped my saddle down and dressed my horse with his robe and hood. I mounted my steed, and I rode into the Capital City. There was a reception waiting for me it was the Majordomo and his soldiers. They lead the way in the Royal carriage as I followed them through the city to the castle. We entered the castle grounds going over a bridge that's over a mote. We stopped just inside, and I unmounted my steed and one of the many servants a stable boy came over and asked to take my horse and care for him for me.

The Majordomo led me into the castle into a lobby where I was greeted but several servants. Then I was led to the doors to the Throne Room. Then Majordomo asked me if I was ready, I nodded and the big doors open and we walked in and the Majordomo announced me to the court, "Ladies and Lords please to introduce Sir Vick Montana." Everyone inside the room turned and looked at me I walked down the red carpet in the center of the room to the throne where the King and Queen were sitting, it is King Orlando and Queen Venus. I then kneeled on one knee and bowed my head. The King addressed me, "Welcome Sir Vick you may stand." So, I stand up and take off my helmet and hold it in my right arm like a knight should. Then the King said, "Do you know why we summoned you here Sir Vick?" I replied, "No my Lord I am unaware of my purpose to being here." The King looked at his Queen and she spoke, "We brought you here for our daughter the Princess if she is pleased with you then you may court her." I thought that would be awesome but I really want to fall in love so we will see. I replied to the Queen, "That would be great my Lady I the opportunity to court the Princess would be an honor."

Then after a slight moment a door from my right opened and the Princess entered the court. She was beautiful and powerful looking. Then Queen announced her, "This is our daughter Princess Mercury, Mercury this a Sir Vick Montana." The Princess walked over to me and looked me over and walked around me. Then walked over to the Queen and whispered to her and they had a quiet conversation between the two of them at one point a giggle burst out between them. Then the Princess stood beside the Queen and the queen announced, " You Sir Vick may court our daughter, let it begin and servants take him to his chambers." I was led away out of the Throne Room and to one of the many wings of the castle. A door opened and I was pushed into the room which was a big bedroom with a big bed and all my things that I brought with me were in there already. There was a young man in there in the corner he came over to me and said, "Hello my Lord I am Scud, and I will be your servant during your stay here, I need to measure you for a hand custom suite to wear." I said, "Nice to meet you Scud." He helped me remove my armor and then he measured me all over writing down all the measurements for the tailor. Then he handed the note to another servant through the servant's door. Then announced, "My Lord you may rest I will bring your suit and escort you to dinner later." He bowed and I nodded back at him, and he walked out though the servant's door.

I was laying around this big room and but there was not much to do I was a little bored. I had been in there for a couple of hours before I heard the big door open, I looked in that direction and saw the beautiful Princes Mercury walking towards me and my bed. I jumped up and stood there as she approached me. She looked at me and said, "Well Sir Vick do you think you have what it takes to court me?" "Yes, I think I do I feel like I would be the perfect man to have your hand," I replied. "The Courting will not be easy so prepare you self to prove to me you are the one," she said. "Yes, my Lady Mercury you are all I will think about and will have all my attention," I declared. I bowed down and she turned to walk out of the room and said, "I will see you at my father's big dinner tonight." There I was left alone in that room and then yes all I could think about was this beautiful Princess that was starting to pull at my heart.

A few hours later the Scud came into the room and said, It is time to get ready for the dinner my liege." I climbed out of bed and looked at him as he started to fill a bath and light a fire under the tub. He told me to take off my clothes. I got undressed and shortly after the tub was full. I climbed into the tub, and he took a bar of soap and started to scrub me down head to toe. When he was done, I got out of the tub, and he dried me off. Then started to hand me articles of clothing to put on that were parts to the custom suit that was made for me. Before I knew it, I was fully dressed in the most handsome suit I have ever wore. Scud went over the whole thing to make sure everything is perfect. While primping everything she said, If I don't check everything and everything is not perfect the princess will have me tortured in the dungeon." That made me feel odd and that meant she is very strict. When everything was perfect Scud led me out the big door and down the corridor to the ball room where the dinner was held.

We entered the ball room; it is full of people. Scud announced me to the court, "Please let me have everyone's attention, let me introduce Sir Vick the suiter for Princess Mercury." I walk down the steps everyone looking at me I see several tables one at the far end of the room where the Royal family was sitting. I walk over to the table and say hello to them, "Your Majesty as I bowed to them." We got into a conversation about the castle and pleasantries. Then a servant came to me and told me my seat would be right across from the Princess. I stood behind my chair till they announced dinner, and the King welcomed everyone and me the guest of honor. Everyone sat down and the servants and kitchen staff brought out a giant feast. We all talked and dinned and enjoyed everyone's company. When we were all done eating the band started playing some songs to dance to, so I went over and asked the Princess to dance with me. I escorted her out to the middle of the room. We dance and tell each other little jokes and conversation. Then the next song started we were still dancing and gazing into each other's eyes. Which felt good and I really liked this she was amazing but had something about her that expressed power and control, I really liked that about her. Then next thing I know the Queen asked if she could cut it and she did and started dancing with me.

There I was dancing with the Queen, the most beautiful and powerful woman in all the kingdom. She started talking to me asking me questions, "Are you going to be subservient to my daughter?" "What do you mean my Queen?" I replied. She went on to tell me that the women of the royal family rule the house and the Kingdom and if I really want to marry her daughter then I need to submit to her. Then the Princess cut back in, and we danced some more for several more songs. Till I decided to ask her out for a walk around the castle grounds. We went out in the crisp night air we were talking about what we like to do and how we spent our free time. We were not entirely alone cause Jenavive her hand maiden and Scud were following us but not too closely. We were in a part of the castle grounds that was a little dark and she pushed me in to a really dark shadow kissing me passionately on the lips. All without me knowing pulling my pants down and her Jenavive getting down low and slipping a something on my genitals it was heavy and cold. Then we stepped back out into the light, and I looked down at and there was an iron cage around my cock and testicles. I looked at the Princess and she said, "You will where this till you are done courting me, ok Sir Vick." I pulled my pants back up and we kept walking along and we ended up at her chambers. She Kissed me and said, "Now you have a good night, Sir Vick because it is not over for you so enjoy it." Then she turned and went in her chambers and closed the door behind her with Jenavive close behind her.

Then Scud escorted me back to my chambers we went in, and he assisted me in disrobing me. I asked him where my night clothes were. He replied, "I am under strict orders to not give you night clothes so lay down on the bed." He put a pair of blinders on my eyes. Then I actually started to drift off to sleep. I then woke up because I could not move my legs and arms were tied to the four corners of the bed. I started calling for Scud I said, "Scud what did you do to me what is going on untie me." Then I felt someone close to me and in my ear say, "I am sorry Sir Vick, but I am under strict orders to do all this I do not want to but have to." It was Scud, he then went away. I heard another voice a woman's voice, and they walked close to me and whispered in my ear it is the Queen, "This is the beginning of your training, so you need to behave and do what is asked of you." They then took off the blinder of my eyes and I could see them in the dimly lit room with candles everywhere. Then with the Queen next to my head Scud got on top of me and he was naked he was a very small, framed guy and very skinny, but he was packing a long thick cock that was totally not proportionate to his frame. The Queen told me to open my mouth I did, and she had her hand wrapped around Scuds cock and stuffed it in my mouth. He started thrusting into my mouth and the Queen still assisting him in jerking off his cock with it in my mouth. It didn't take long, and he busted a huge load of cum in my mouth. I had never done this before I didn't know what to think.

I was still in my bed tied down and Scud finished and go off of me I did not know when this was going to end then the queen climbed on the bed and stood over me without any nickers on looking down at me. Then she got down on her knees straddling me and put her beautiful pussy in my face. Now this is amazing I loved this, her warm wet pussy on my face and started licking and sucking it and tasting it. Her juices started to flow more and more, and she started to moan and move up and down riding my face like a stallion. I am so turned on, but my cock is locked it this cage. It did not take long for the queen to cum with a heavy flow of her juices in my mouth. Then replaced the blind and I am guessing left the room. Then I fell asleep hard for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I Scud woke me up when he opened the curtains and the morning light hit me. He said, "You have a long day Sir Vick, the princess requests your presents on a horse ride." I was no longer tied town to the bed I do not remember being untied like it was all a dream. I sat up in bed looking around the room there was scud with a tray of food. He said, "Breakfast Sir you will need it for today." I took a biscuit and some bacon and the bowl of fruit. I looked at Scud and asked, "So what happened last night?" He looked away and said, "What are you talking about I you were asleep as soon as you got in bed you must have been dreaming." When I was done eating, I got out of bed and Scud had my clothes I was to wear for the day put out. He assisted me in getting ready, it was my white shirt and back riding pants and my knee-high boots. Scud escorted me out to the courtyard of the castle where Princess Mercury was waiting with my horse and her horse. I said, "Good morning, Princess." "Good morning, Sir Vick how was your night were you comfortable?" She asked. I Replied, "Yes Princess I was very comfortable, I thought about you all night." "Good" she replied. I mounted my horse, and her hand maiden helped her mount. She then said, "Try to keep up." Then she took off and I hurried up to get my big horse motivated so I could catch up and keep up with her.

We road all around the countryside by the castle I did have a hard time keeping up with her on her limber thoroughbred stallion. we went for a while all over then we came up on a wagon with Scud and Jenavive there with wine and a blanket the Princess dismounted, and I did as well, and Scud took the horses to get water. She sat down on the blanket and so did I. We had some good conversation and joke and teased. She was getting closer and closer I was holding her hand and running my hand though her beautiful strawberry blond hair. She then put her hand on the cage she had put on me. She said, "I hope you are comfortable in this because I does not come off till we are married and that is if you decide to propose to me." I was falling In love with her she was amazing. She then took my hand and put it on her beautiful perfect size breast. Then said, "This I what you get after we are married." Then took my left hand and put it in here pants and nickers on her pussy that was warm and slightly wet I put my middle finger tightly in her slit without penetrating her. Then she looked me in the eyes with her crystal blue eyes and said, "And this is what will control you. I felt myself turning red and I took a deep breath and my cock tried to get hard against the cage. I replied, "Yes my Princess."

We went to ride back, and Scud handed me something as I mounted my horse. I was a ring in a box he whispered, "This is for when you're ready to ask her to marry you, the sooner the better if you know what is good for you. Princess Mercury and I walked the horses back to the Castle still talking and teasing and joking about all kinds of thing that have happened in our lives. We get back to the castle and dismount and I bid the Princess farewell for now and Scud escorted me back to my chambers to change and relax. I asked Scud, "So can you give me any more advice on what I need to do and about the royal family?" He looked nervous and replied, "NO I can only give you the things I am told to give you and tell you what I am told to tell you, if I were caught doing any more than my orders, I could be put in the dungeon. Then someone knocked on the door and Scud went and talked to them. He came back to me and said, "The royal family requests your presents in the throne room. Scud escorted me to the throne room, and I walked up to the Thone by myself. Where the King and Queen and the Princess was sitting, I kneeled down with my head bowed. The Queen says, "Thankyou Sir Vick, Now do you have anything to ask our daughter?" "We have been hearing you have been getting along great and she has taken a liking to you." I replied, "Not yet your majesty I need more time to get to know her, she is wonderful I do like her too, but I do not know if I am ready yet." The Queens voice got louder she said, "Well if you are not ready then Sir Vick, I feel like you need to spend the night in my personal dungeon and see if we can get you; ready." I swallowed hard before I could move, she said, "Guards take him to my personal dungeon." Two very big Guards grabbed me and took me away. On the way out of the Thone room in the with me struggling to be free from their hands someone but a burlap bag on my head so everything when dark as I was helplessly taken away.

[gallifreyanwriter]

In Which Henry Spencer is possessed by Castiel

A little bit of Psychnatural for yall. Not ready to put this on AO3 yet but I will put it here. Exactly what it says on the tin--Henry gets possessed by season 4 Cas.

“I just don’t believe it,” Shawn said, finality in his voice.

“Shawn, we have him on video tape,” Juliet said, voice breaking with sorrow, “It was definitely him.” 

“No, no no no, he wouldn’t-he wouldn’t, Jules, you know my dad, how could you-how could you believe he could commit MURDER like that??” Shawn rambled, pleading desperately to her sad eyes.

“I still don’t believe how he actually committed those murders, and I saw  ‘em,” Lassie mumbled.

“NotthetimeCarlton,” Juliet hissed, slapping him on the arm.

“Alright,” Shawn said, flopping down in the chair, “Let’s see this so-called evidence. Let me train my psychic gift upon it, and see what the spirits’ opinion is.”

He lifted a finger to his temple.

“Preliminary vibes are…skeptical,” Shawn informed, “Just so you all are aware.” 

Chief Vick sighed, pushed the tape into the VCR, and shakily hit play.

The security footage played out.

First, a brawl breaking out inside some sushi restaurant on De La Vina Street. 

Then enter Henry Spencer, his father, moving fluidly with the agility of a man half his age, wading into the crowd and slaughtering everyone within his reach, with something that was blasting light into each one of their skulls.

He looked down at the coroner’s report, which reported the eyes being burned out of each one of the victims.

He looked back up at the bodies, clearly lying dead on the ground. “I don’t believe it,” Shawn said numbly.

“I couldn’t believe it either,” the Chief said, sounding just as tired and defeated as him, “But we have footage, witnesses…even a confession, Shawn. Your dad could go to jail for a very, very long time.”

-

Henry sat rigidly, in the interrogation room, staring blankly ahead at the wall.

He didn’t look well. He looked catatonic, but…not with fear. He just looked like a statue. An object.

God, Shawn couldn’t even see him breathing.

Something was definitely wrong with him. Shawn just hoped that what was wrong with him wasn’t the cause of murders.

“Can I have a minute alone with my dad, please?” Shawn asked, brittle.

Lassie and Juliet looked at each other, and nodded.

Shawn entered the room, and shut the door. He had to get to the bottom of this.

“Shawn Spencer,” rumbled Henry, straining the limits of his lower register.

“Dad?” Shawn squeaked, clearing his throat. “What just-”

“No,” Henry said, heavily sighing, “I am not your father.”

Pause.

Blink blink.

“Dad, this isn’t funny,” Shawn said, warning in his voice, “I just-I just watched you kill all those peopl-”

“I am not Henry Spencer,” said Henry Spencer. 

“Then who are you?” Shawn asked, throwing his hands up into the air, “Your alter-ego, Countess Boochie Flagrante?? This is seriou-”

“Castiel,” interrupted Henry, cool as ice.

Shawn blinked. Some sort of gut feeling, that something wasn’t right here, was the only thing that gave him that split second of pause to listen to his dad.

 “I am Castiel,” his dad insisted, “Angel of the lord.”

Shawn tried not to let his jaw drop, and only partially succeeded by turning it into a bit of a disbelieving grin.

“What? No,” he said, huffing a bit of a nervous laugh, “Dad. Dad, drop the voice, you-you got me. I fell for it, nice job, you got me. Well, you didn’t really get me, but I was about fifteen to twenty percent got if that makes you feel better, I’ll even give you twenty-five if you stop this right n-”

Then his dad’s shadow grew wings on the wall behind him, and Shawn’s jaw dropped for real.

But it wasn’t just the puppet show up against the wall, it was…the crackle. Shawn could feel every hair on his body stand up as the shadowy wings unfurled, like lightning was about to strike him–but it never came. He was sure, deep down in his bones, that the power that was oppressing Shawn was coming from…whatever was creating that wing-shaped pattern.

Then he looked his dad in the eyes, and it was not his dad.

His eyes were glowing, bright and crackling blue.

Then he sat back, exhausted, eyes fading back to their usual blue-grey.

“Wh-what-” Shawn garbled, speechless.

“This is not my true vessel,” Castiel said gently, lowly, with a smooth cadence that Henry never, ever possessed, “I should not remain inside for very long. But it will be long enough to do what needs to be done, to save this place.”

This was not his fucking dad.

“What have you done with my dad?” Shawn whispered, stock still in mortal terror.

Castiel touched his-Henry’s-chest. 

“He is still here,” he said, “He allowed me in. He consented.”

“Ohh, that’s one thing you don’t know about my dad,” Shawn said, mirthlessly laughing, shaking his head, “He-he would never agree to this.”

Castiel cocked his head to the side, regarding Shawn as if he were a caged animal.

“Henry was right,” he simply said, leaning back in the interrogation chair, “He said you wouldn’t believe.”

“Why would I?” Shawn hissed.

“Before he surrendered his mortal form to me, Henry had a message for you, Shawn,” Castiel said, “In the case that you didn’t believe, he assured me that this would solve your lack of faith.”

“What could he have possibly said, that would make me believe he was on board?” Shawn asked.

Henr-no, Castiel, leaned across the interrogation table and looked Shawn Spencer right in the eyes.

Shawn felt that uncomfortable power again, pressing in around him, choking the air out of the room.

“Henry said, and I quote,” Castiel said deliberately, “Check your goddamned mail, for once in your life.”

The voice was all wrong, still, but it did sound like Dad.

Shawn thought back to the pile of mail on his kitchen table, that he hadn’t opened yet. 

He saw, in his mind’s eye, the corner of a return address, the letters H-E-N and the letters 4 2 C-A-B-R-I-

Oh god, his dad had sent him a letter days ago!

Shawn stood up in a haste, and gave this-this thing that was wearing his dad one more backward glance before he rushed out of the room, past a sorrowful Juliet, and out the door back to his house.

-

He sorted through the pile of unread mail, finding the one from his dad, and tearing it open.

Shawn,

The angel’s telling the truth. I gave the okay. And I’m still in there, jackass, so don’t you dare plan my funeral. I’ll be back.

Sometimes, when things get tough, you have to offer up whatever you got to get the job done. I hope you, of all people, understand that. 

Dad

[thefoxvampire]

that's day 19 yesterday about raven (thanks to brandon in plenty months later )

Name: Cassie and Cathy the raven and the crow  --------------------------------------------------------

Nickname(s): perfectly marvellous birds (by themselves) Two bird ladies (by frankenfox) , girls (by vanna) birdbrains (by vick) 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- age: 30 (from cassie) and 27 to 28 (from cathy) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occupation: they do on stage in the halloween special/ frank's fox monster mash bumpers and to on cabaret they doing dancing and singing -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Birthday: (cassie's) january 12th, and (cathy's) November 21st

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexuality: "cassie's " asexual  and "cathy's" pansexual ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gender: female ----------------------------------------------------

Biography (with back story): from frank, moxy and fox fox's cabaret to meet the sisters at the party, cassie it's the older sister is raven and her younger sister is a crow "cathy" , they are the frank's and kyah's members are singers and dancers with flyer twist the on stage ft frankenfox's wife vanna and they're the marvellous birds and they are a closet friend to sunnie almost.

begining : well that's ago time cassie and cathy are they we're baby birds who raise there from treehouse , theier mama was crow who married to thier father is a raven, until this day will come  when cassie and cathy are little harsh because they arguing, then thier father shout and he told them to go outside, and yet cathy will learn how to fly , but frankly  she's not fly strange she like to dancing , cassie can fly and sudden she singing fore break any glass in the whole town, yet cassie take cathy's stop dancing hade back home before thier dad finds out with punish very harsh so much trouble. in 2011: in highschool cassie is a star on stage and little nervous cathy is have a issue with stage fright for tomorrow sadly she can't sing because she still have sore throat she was crying all day , then cassie told cathy to on thier side she told cathy's voice will almost got one day, at the auditorium finally at 6pm everyone welcome to on stage , soon cassie will doing together with cathy and the stage is place is starting cassie and cathy are singing together on stage perfectly cathy's  sore throat and she can finally sing. in 2023: from princes vanna ,frankenfox and kyah to help wanted with moxy and fox fox to the halloween party in the cabaret, at line to meet, cassie and cathy been replyed to frankenfox they dancing and singing with flyer twist , to correcting them , cassie and cathy been hired to the cabaret to ft vanna. and so frankenfox and cassie and cathy are featuring vanna  on stage with some jazz music with love, everyone dance with foxy love of spooky site. 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- favoirite bands: cabaret musical blue oyster cult,   candy dulfer, well  and 70's to 90's and 2020's music -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

favorite movies: chicago movie ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LIKES: singing and dancing, frankenfox (thier boss) princess vanna, kyah.other friends and members ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DISLIKES:  thier ungratful dad in thier childhood, villains, ruining on stage, argue each other ,her brother "vick".

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FUN FACTS:

she  use to be singer when she learn to fly she was little raven, but cathy was a baby crow she can't fly and she dancing they likes her work with frank and vanna on stage they become a fighter to join the toon bumpers trio with guns and flyer twist they like to join for hallowen party in frankenfox's cabaret when everyone celebrate do a foxy mash they just argue and fighting very harsh once a while in front of thier dad.

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Personality: careless, talented, perfectly marvellous and naturally, mature, easy-going,  Entertaining musically ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fighting Style: Flight of the Raven -Don Grusin - YouTube

guns  musical flying dancer twist attack with feathers frankenfox and vanna singing with love song throwing thier hats and the knifes thier membership attack

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Quote:

to cassie

" alright let's swing is sis" 

"cathy WTF really? " 

"yes your vampireness" 

"we'll be right back bois and ghouls" 

to cathy  " i, can't doing cass" 

"hey i can sing again !`" 

" you can count on us ,miss vantonia" 

"now, back to trio's show everyone " 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Voice Claim: to cathy: ciara renee: FALLING - Ciara Renée - YouTube and cassie: renee elise goldsberry :Satisfied - YouTube

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Theme Songs:   flight on the raven - Don Grusin Flight of the Raven -Don Grusin - YouTube

Examples: don't be disrespectful cathy and cassie , please no straight guys , they just pansexual and asexual you use a respect to them very polite no sexaul rp  if you want to me the damn rp very inpolite responsible please don't no failling comment  them  just do normal and just chill and be nice to them  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(next up #2 later on) 

cassie and cathy  from the toon bumpers trio (c) by me frankenfox (a) Fox kids/colossal picture

[princesspuresarahk]

Fairly Odd Parents Stories

Deep in The Heart of Texas

by Maki and Bug a Fanfic story au inspired by her FOP au

Chapter: 2 Let’s get ready to Go!

Soon Thursday came and the school bell rang for the students to go home as Timmy, Michelle, and Vernon were walking out the doors Timmy saw a big red pickup truck pulling up in front of them it was her Dad to pick them up Timmy excitedly called out “Dad~!” She loved her Dad's truck especially when they got to go on trips with it "Hey Timmy! Michelle, Vernon I called your folks they said that ya’ll pack yer things ready to go so we'll be going to pick up your bags and get them in the truck.'' surprising Vernon “O-oh! Thank you, Mister Turner…!” responded Michelle did the same “Thanks so much Mr. Turner!” she cheered as did Timmy “Awesome~!” They climbed inside the big red four-wheeler "OK y'all buckle up Michelle since you're closer we'll stop by your place first and then head to yours, Vernon." As he started up the vehicle and headed to Michelle's house Michelle was texting her ex-babysitter Laurence—as she calls him Larie—that she would be off to a trip with her friends. Timmy was very surprised when she learned about her friend's crush on her babysitter and when Michelle asked her about Vick it was a bit awkward for Timmy as it questioned her relationship with her ex-babysitter and left her a bit flustered when she thought about it, but the 12-year-old decided to leave the topic alone for time being as it was causing her hormones to act strange (I haven’t talked to Vick before….)Before he left for college and though she was relieved to finally be free of him there were times she thought about him and how despite him being a tyrant he had some sort of nice moments with him Timmy thought over if she should call… but the thought brushed off. Soon they pulled up to Michelle's house where her parents were already outside with her suitcases waving to her as she got out to get her things in the truck and hug her parents goodbye "Now is there anything that you need to get before you go?" Mr. Turner asked as he helped load the bags up in the truck Michelle looked over her things “Hmmm…! Nope, sir! It’s all good~!” Mr.Turner nodded “All right then we'll see y'all in 2 weeks!” He waved as Michelle gave her parents one more goodbye hug and kiss before getting back into the truck as they headed to Vernon's home Timmy noticed Vernon’s nervous self, concerned. So she decided to calmly ask him what was wrong “Vernon are you okay, are you just nervous about the trip?"Vernon looks at her “Ah… well, it’s just that… it’s my first time having a trip without my parents…or other cool kids. (that part he whispered without them hearing ) Mr.Turner looked at him in the window a light smile on his face "Don't worry about it Vernon you're going to have a great time on this trip and you'll love the ranch trust me son it's going to be an adventure a lifetime there's nothing to worry about ah’ite." He replied giving Vernon a smile with encouragement Timmy found it nice (the same kind of smile he gave to me) whenever she was feeling nervous about something Timmy remembered how stressed Vernon had been since Elementary School year… he has been obsessed with surpassing Tristan, he once had an eating disorder and brief hair loss. But ever since her godparents helped him out he's been distancing himself from the popular kids and becoming his own person he looked to be getting better now in 7th grade his weight and hair have gotten healthier and his self-esteem had risen giving him good self-confidence in himself into becoming a better person.

His valley boy accent replaced with his real Southern one, no longer dyed his hair blond as his hair is back to ash brown. And he stopped using blue eye contact lenses, revealing deep forest green eyes. Much to his mother’s disdain but his father was okay with it and even encouraged it. As she looked at Vernon from the mirror she could tell Vernon was smiling from her father's heartening words. And speaking of his parents, they arrived at Vernon’s house. It wasn’t as big as Tristan’s but still, it was fitting for people above the average class could live. Mr. Turner greeted them as he got out of the truck shook Mr. Star's hand and asked Vernon the same question "Now is there anything that you need to get before we go?" As he lifted the bags onto his shoulders and into the back with Michelle's before he could speak, his mother called out her son. Nervous, Vernon approached his mother Mrs. Star “Ye..yes mother?" Mrs. Vernon remained silent until she gave him a light hug as she spoke; “Be safe…” Mr.Turner reassured them “Don't worry y'all we'll make sure to call you as soon as we can get in Texas .'' that's when Vernon realized that whenever Mr. Turner was talking that he had a southern accent coming out but it wasn't Southern Californian accent it was Texan! He didn't know Mr. Turner had an accent as Timmy grabbed his hand “Come on, V~!” Mr. Star hugged his son “Have a wonderful trip, lil’ man!” And secretly nudged his son’s side as he whispered “And good luck with your dream gal~” Vernon blushed as he said goodbye to his parents Vernon got back in the truck and they headed out waving his parents goodbye as they were driving Mr. Turner decided to put on some music as a soothing country song started to play "All right y'all we got to head to the store so you kids can pick out some snacks for the trip we're going to try to make as little stops as possible only stopping for bathroom breaks so if you get hungry well have plenty of snacks and drinks in the cooler."

they pulled up to the store and found a parking spot " Plus we won't be cooking tonight we’ll be picking up some pizzas for dinner as a special treat.” Man Timmy’s dad is awesome as they both said Cool~! Once inside Mr. Turner grabbed a basket to get what they needed "I'm going to go get some cases of water and a few other things you kids go together and pick out the snacks you want to bring and meet me at check out in 30 minutes okay .?" All nodded as they planned on what snacks they could get. Timmy’s gerbil hoped to have more nuts, grains and fruits to stuff himself. He tugged on her shirt getting her attention pointing to a bag of honey-roasted pecans asking if they could get some along with a bag of baked pumpkin seeds Timmy agreed “Aww, sure~ let’s get them!” Eddie squeaked in delight. Getting the two bags she also went to produce “Let me also get a bag of tangerines, a bag of Dil pickle chips and a small bottle case of fruit punch Gatorade” As she came back to see what Michelle and Vernon got Michelle got several cans of ginger ale soda and few bags of popcorns with diverse flavors from range of butter to caramel. Eddie's mouth watered as he developed a liking for popcorn ever since he became a human and got to try it when Timmy took him to see a movie theater once. Vernon got himself an orange ade with a bag of curly fries and with small ketchup case to dip with. Once they were sure that they got what they needed they headed to the checkout aisle where Mr. Turner was waiting for them in his basket were two cases of water bottles a big bag of pepper beef deer jerky along with a few stuff to make sandwiches "okay kids ya’ll go ahead and put your stuff in the basket once checked out we also need to get some gas cuz I just remembered that there's only half a tank in the truck so we'll need to fill up before we leave tomorrow." He hands the car keys to Timmy " Timmy you and your friends can go wait out in the truck while I'm waiting in line this might be a little bit can you do that for me, baby girl?" Timmy saluted “Sure thing, Dad!” Once they were at the truck Timmy got a call from her Mom “Hi Mom what is it?" Her Mother answered “Hello, sweetie! Did you get all your need?” “Yes, ma'am Dad is in check out and will be out in any minute now." “All right sweetie I'll see you when you get home okay love you” she commented "Love you too mom," When she hung up her Father arrived right on time as he put the groceries in the back of the trunk and tipped the carrier for helping carry out the bags and got in the truck “okay kids we got everything in while we're on our way to get some gas well go ahead and order at Miss Toni's so what kind of pizza will you guys wants?” Miss Toni's was a popular pizza place that made amazing traditional pizza as it had good prices you can get a large pizza for only $10 Timmy asks Michelle and Vernon about their orders “What would you two wanna have?” Michelle explained, “I'd like a margarita with bell peppers please.” Vernon “Ah… well… if it has a lot of cheese, it’s fine for me.” feeling a bit unsure.

Timmy reassured him “Don’t worry, it does have a lot of cheese~” Vernon smiled Timmy always knew what he liked “Okay Dad and for me a pepperoni please." Mr. Turner nodded as he called the pizza place and set an order for one margarita with bell peppers, one double cheese, and one classic pepperoni once that was settled they arrived at the gas station where Mr. Turner filled up the tank and bought a second gallon for the road once fueled up they headed to the pizza place where their orders were ready for them and since Mr. Turner is really good friends with the owner gave them some free soda pops, as they headed home where Mrs. Turner was waiting for them with the rest of the bags to put in the truck by then it was already 7:00 in the evening "alright me your Father and I are going to go ahead and load up the truck so you and your friends can go ahead inside and eat we'll see you inside in a bit ." kissing her daughter on the head Timmy helped carry the pizzas inside while Michelle and Vernon got their bags for the night Timmy set the boxes on the table “Pizzas’ ready, guys~!” Getting out the paper plates the kids got their slices and sat in the living room to eat while they were eating Michelle and Vernon were curious to learn more about Timmy's grandparent’s ranch so Vernon asked “Say….. Timmy.. have you been to your grandparents' ranch before?” Timmy replied “Yes many times I grew up there as long as I can remember( heck she was almost born there if her Dad wasn't panicking and lost their car keys thankfully they got to the nearest hospital in time when her Dad was able to find his old motorcycle and get her Mom to the hospital ) I came there every summer and Holiday until I was 8-9 yrs old every day was an adventure there Vernon” he and Michelle “O-ohh…” in wonder as Timmy continued “there's also many places to explore and see, I can't wait to show you guys.” Watching her excitedly telling, Vernon's cheeks blush a little…Soon after Mr. and Mrs. Turner came into the living room with their plates smiling that the kids were having fun talking as their daughter told her friends more about the ranch, once everyone was done eating Mrs. Turner cleared her throat to get their attention " Kay kids now that we're all done eating we're going to have to go ahead and get ready for bed we got a long 23 hours tomorrow so have to turn in early as we’ll be getting up very early in the morning so go ahead throw those plates away head to the bathrooms to shower, teeth brushed and ready for bed we're all going to need a good night sleep ." Timmy suddenly got an idea “would it be okay if we can sleep in the living room tonight?" "Of course dear as long as you head to bed once you've settled in.” Timmy gave a "Thanks~!" Michelle and Timmy went first to take showers and brushing their teeth, changed into their nightwear. Once done Vernon went next later the three of them were in the living room snuggled up in the sleeping bags and pillows it was 8:30 now and they were already tired as Mrs.Turner turned off the light wishing them a good night " Have a good night kids sleep well." She said quietly as she went upstairs to get ready for bed and Eddie went over to curl up against Timmy as Vernon and Michelle had already fallen asleep "Good night Eddie sweet dreams my sweet little gerbil." She whispered giving Eddie a tiny little kiss as she drifted off to sleep Eddie smiled as he slept, dreaming of the paradise field of grains and other foods.

Chapter:3 On the open road.

The gang heads down to Texas.

credit to the lovely and amazing https://jknerd.tumblr.com/ of her amazing FOP au

[moonfurthetemmie]

Hello! I'm working on a DnD-based Fatal Flaws AU (writing for it this evening in fact), and I swear I did a double take when I saw that your version of DnD Cross was also a dragonborn (I saw it a while ago, but was too nervous to say anything). I've been kicking around the idea for a few months now (since around Thanksgiving I think) and that's about when I got Tumblr, so I have no clue how we convergently evolved that one thing.

But yeah. Dragonborn Vick/Cross. She exists.

oh sick!!!

Normal DS Cross in the Giant Fantasy AU is a halfling, but the DS inclusion happened way before Fatal Flaws was Fatal Flaws, and half the cast got genderbent. Back then, DS Cross was a twink to me and Wheeze, so,,,’he’ got to be a tiny gremlin.

I think if we were to make the DS part of the Fantasy AU now, she’d probably be something much, much bigger. Maybe not a Dragonborn, though it’s pretty likely

But then what would I have made Slash? Dragonborn’s perfect for her too,,,,(<- this bitch has an illogical grudge against making alternates of the same character the same race in the Fantasy AU*)