#oh god now chips got a hole in his heart

[boygirlctommy]

USAGGHHHHH

[odiesdayoff]

Trust Your Instincts

pair: Jaime Reyes x fem!reader

summary: Post-graduation, your childhood friend seems to be ignoring you. Once he shows up, secrets are revealed, voluntarily or not.

warnings: SMUT (18+++ MINORS DNI); begins as like pretty dubious, but turns into both parties consenting. Really thin line here, they do have a mutual attraction and explicitly say that they want it.

im gonna be so real i saw an ad for this and started writing...lol. Haven't seen BB at the time of writing this a while ago! Characters are prob inconsistent. i just have like a severe mask kink.

honestly this is unfinished, but i know in my heart I will never get back to it no matter how many times I say it lol. Imagine what happens next teehee.

“He’s not coming?” You brought the towel from over your shoulder and continued to dry the plates as Jaime’s mother handed them to you. Lunch was over and you were excited to see your best friend, but he was awol.

She gave you a sympathetic look as she handed you another clean plate. “I’m sorry, mija. He’s been acting strange ever since he got back. I know he misses you.”

You nodded and placed the towel on the counter. There’s no way he could possibly just up and abandon you after all this time. The two of you had been best friends since the first grade and even though he went all the way to Gotham City for college and you stayed in Texas, you were still close as ever. At least you think so.

“Well, I’ve gotta go. Thank you for the lunch, you know how much I adore your cooking.” You brought her into a hug and she kissed your cheek. She was like a second mom to you. All of Jaime’s family was basically your own. It took this long for them to stop the teasing about you getting together.

It had been months since Jaime allegedly returned to Texas and yet, he hasn’t reached out to you. Not by phone or in person, no matter how much you tried to talk to him. It felt worse than any breakup you’d gone through. Usually, he was the shoulder for you to cry on. 

A loud crash woke you up. It was around two in the morning. In your flannel pajama pants and a black tank top, you ran into your living room to see what happened. There was a large hole where your door should have been and laying on the floor was Jaime.

Your hand flew to your mouth and knelt down to him. His curls stuck to his forehead from sweat and his chest rapidly rose and fell. “Get away! Please, get away!” He pushed you away, yelling and borderline whimpering.

There was something wrong with him and you weren’t just going to do what he told you. “Jaime, please just tell me what’s going on. You’re not okay.” You pushed his hair from his face only to see the fear in his eyes as he looked at you. 

He flipped to his back and crawled until he hit the wall, his body colliding into it. Another dent appeared. Chips of drywall fell on him. “I’m…gonna call an ambulance, okay?”

You pulled out your phone, but before you could even unlock it, it was no longer in your hand. Jaime, now fully covered in a blue suit of armor, crushed it in his hand. “Oh my god.”

He dropped the phone and shook his head. “I don’t control it. It controls me. I promise you.” His voice was slightly distorted due to the helmet he had on.

“Okay, so can’t you call, like, Batman or something?” If this were a normal situation, you know that he would’ve laughed.

He held your shoulders. “I need you to get away. Right now.”

You shook your head. “I’m not gonna leave you like this.”

A robotic voice came from the suit, saying your full name and society security number. Jaime started to shake his head frantically and tried to step away from you. The suit disagreed.

The suit trapped you against the counter. “Please stop!” Jaime yelled. His helmet popped open to reveal his face, still scared. “I’m so sor-” The suit didn’t let him finish, instead it pushed him towards you. His lips crashed into yours. 

You felt guilty kissing back. It wasn't either of your volition, but the teenage version of yourself was screaming and frolicking in a field of flowers just to be kissing him. 

The robotic voice returned, louder now. “It is my duty to keep you healthy. Sexual health is one of those aspects.” The suit retracted more, pulling his shirt and jeans from his body. He was left in his boxers, staring at you. It continued. “I know you have a crush on her. Don’t be a pussy.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks grew red. “Is that true?” He sheepishly nodded.

You bit your lip. “It’s true for me, too.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

🤠 🫶 :

Oh my god….

And Kortac’s enemies don’t understand where The Terror™ went, what could possibly have taken down a monster like that…König’s been even more menacing and violent and awful for several months now, taking every mission possible like he’s determined to destroy and kill everything he can, and there’s rumors he’s started literally ripping his opponents in half on the battlefield, and now he’s just...gone? So oh god, is there something worse out there??? Who is this who got to THAT behemoth of all people?? The rumors! The suspense! The horror!

Quick camera pan to reader, just singing to herself as she bakes some goodies to take to the sweet giant Austrian soldier (lmao she’s too forgiving, maybe she chalked up the “cunt licking” incident to a fluke, she’ll just have to be even MORE careful about where she lets him touch, he seems to get too excited). She just wants to do something nice for him, the poor man has been holed up in his company’s sick bay with something (turns out having your brain, heart, and cock explode are not good for your health, but “Blue balled into oblivion” is not something you can actually get diagnosed with, so it’s like…blood pressure issues or something).

König really should be more mindful of his health, tsk tsk.  

Oh god this just gets better and better, she's worse than all his enemies combined, and she's baking for our poor broken soldier?! This is too cute 😭💞 (oh and 'tease mother'?? I want this to be my new middle name lol!)

Sweet innocent reader also heard König got into a weightlifting accident. On top of all the exploded body parts, dude sprained his back really bad trying to do a deadlift PR with all the 55 lbs plates he could stack on the bar.

Unfortunately the metal gave up before König, it broke in half in the middle of his lift, and rumours say the whole stunt was actually a cry for help, a suicide attempt, even… But no one will ever know because this man is not what you could exactly call a genius 🫡 So maybe it truly was an accident?

And of course sweet reader bakes him some yummy delicacies to cheer him up!

But oh uh. König almost cowers in his bed when he sees her. He goes completely still as sweet reader approaches him in her cutest outfit ever, smiling like an angel and with a box full of muffins in her hands.

She floats next to his bed like the most innocent butterfly ever, opens the lid so that the cozy scent of baked goodies fills the entire room. Then she picks the biggest, most plump chocolate chip muffin from that box and folds his mask over his nose to give him a taste.

Her movements are those of a ballet dancer as she brings the glorious treat to his lips… but it's her breasts his gaze falls to as she leans forward and gives him an abundant view of the two globes of pure sin, pressed together under the neckline far too wide for her usual wear.

Does this woman even know what she is doing to him...?

Is she fucking deliberately teasing him?

His mouth opens just for the sake of that mouthwatering view, and she takes it as a cue of him wanting her to stuff his mouth full of muffin.

"There we go," she says approvingly as he takes a bite while staring at her breasts, hovering there not even an arms length away. "I made them extra sweet for you…"

The ample view of her soft tits right there in front of him while his mouth is full of melting chocolate is truly a new plane of hell. Were she to turn around to look, she would see the tallest, most vicious tent forming there beside her as his cock juts up under the sheet in all it's glory.

The muffin is still warm, and she licks the extra grease from her fingers when she's done feeding him. He imagines she's licking his cum off of those fingers instead, and almost groans from the dull pain the mere vision sends to his crotch.

"Don't worry. I know you'll be up in no time, King," she chimes and gives him an exceptionally flirty smile. Whatever new torture methods are being used on him now, he hopes to all the gods that the sweet girl won't look behind her. He will just be shamed and scolded for being hard again.

It's absurd and kind of sad how much he has changed since he met her... He feels equal to the mighty Prometheus, bound to an invisible rock and being tortured night after night after night. It almost brings tears to his eyes.

"Oh. My sweet hero… Are you in pain?" She caresses his face through the mask with genuine pity and worry. A teary hiccup is trying to push up his throat, but he forces it down.

Plump breasts and overly sweet muffins and an innocent woman calling him 'King' and 'hero'? Fussing about his health, thinking it's his back that's giving him pain… A tiny little tear almost, almost escapes the corner of his eye as he gives her a tiny, miserable nod.

"Poor thing. You know, I've been thinking…" she bites her lip, takes a deep breath too, sending those breasts swell inside her shirt and giving his cock another demanding pull.

"I really like you," she continues. "And I've finally decided. I want you to be my first."

Was zur Hölle…

His eyes go wide, but otherwise, he's still. The girl dares to give him a peaceful smile while his mind goes slowly blank from the voiceless, internal scream.

What the fuck has he done to deserve this?

She's finally ready, and he has broken his back so profoundly that there will be no moving for weeks. No exercise, no sudden movements, certainly no pounding her sweet, wet virgin pussy to his heart's content.

"We just need to wait until you get better. Doctor's orders!" she chirps as she softly boops his nose.

[dreamwatch]

I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest April warm-up round.

Prompt: Taxed | Word Count: 996 | Rating: T | CW: Language, description of injury, hospitals | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Exhaustion, Eddie Munson needs a hug, arguments, but it all works out, workaholic Eddie Munson

(So... I forgot to get something written before today, so this is a bit of a speed write and I hope I got as many typos and redundancies as possible. For anyone interested, the idea came from another fic I wrote a while ago, where you can see Wayne's POV.)

****

Kangaroos. That was the reason Steve had picked Australia to join the tour. Eddie called from every continent, trying to tempt him with far-flung locations, but in the end it was the kangaroos that got him. And thank god, because if he’d got the call that Eddie had collapsed on stage, or worse, saw it on the news, he’d be losing his mind right about now. So yeah, thank fuck for kangaroos. 

They’re holed up in a hospital in Sydney, trying to keep the press away from Eddie. Jeff and Ben hover near Eddie’s bed, Gareth standing as close to the door as he can, arms crossed and eyes firmly fixed on the floor. The atmosphere is uncomfortably tense.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s okay then. I mean, as long as you’re sorry—”

“Gareth,” Jeff interrupts. Always the peacemaker.

“Don’t ‘Gareth’ me, man. I’ve been saying for months, for fucking years, we need to slow down before one of us gets hurt. And here we are. But hey, I’m just the drummer, no one fucking listens to me. Or any of us for that matter. Just him.” He gesticulates at Eddie. 

Steve feels like an interloper and it’s a little uncomfortable; he’s got no desire to be the Yoko Ono in this situation but he’s not leaving until Eddie tells him to. His eyes drift back to Eddie who’s staring out into the Sydney skyline. The fierce bruise on the left side of his face has come out in anger now, gauze and tape covering stitches. It makes his heart fucking ache.

Steve had been there at the edge of the stage watching the show when Eddie wobbled and went loose-limbed, watched him just drop, the sickening snap back of his head as he hit the drum riser. Ben had got to him first, Jeff signalling for help, while Gareth stood behind the drums, frozen. He had looked terrified. Steve stood there watching helplessly, heart in his throat the whole time. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide with panic. “Shit. Wayne.”

“Taken care of,” Steve tells him. “Called him a few hours ago. He’s fine. Getting your room ready as we speak.”

“Press too,” Jeff chips in. “You don’t need to worry about anything, it’s all taken care of man.”

“Shouldn’t need to be,” mutters Gareth.

Jeff sighs, “Jesus Christ, man, will you quit it?” 

Gareth finally looks up, first at Jeff, and finally at Eddie. But there’s no anger there. Steve can see the worry in his eyes and he gets it. He’s spent years of his life worrying about bad things happening to his friends and being powerless to do anything about it. It fucking sucks. 

Ben puts his arm around Gareth, leading him outside. “Let’s go rustle up snacks, dude, I’m fucking starving.” 

Eddie picks at the edge of the tape holding the IV in the back of his hand. “Well, that went well.” 

“Hey,” says Jeff, shaking Eddie’s ankle to get his attention. “He’s not angry, okay? He’s just scared. We all were, but… you know what he’s like. He’s our sensitive little flower.”

A little ghost of a smile settles on Eddie’s lips and it unlocks something in Steve, eases the worry just a tiny bit. 

“Yeah, I know. I am sorry, you know? I didn’t want this to happen, man. I just… I just thought it was the right thing to do for us. The tour. All of it.”

Jeff sighs. “Listen, when we get back, a few things need to change. Firstly, we’re taking a fucking break. A long one. We’re all burned out.”

Eddie nods softly. “Of course.”

“And we are never doing a tour this long again. Non-negotiable. Strict date limits going forward.”

“Absolutely.”

“And one last thing.” Jeff shifts uncomfortably. “He didn’t say it the right way but… Gareth wasn’t wrong. About no one listening to us. To Phil, specifically, not listening to us.”

Steve knows Eddie has a near-pathological fear of losing everything, but he’s since learned that their manager, Phil, has preyed upon it, tapping into the fear, pushing for more albums, more interviews and appearances, and longer tours. And Eddie just can’t say no. “You never know when it will stop,” he told him once. 

Steve would love to get his fucking hands on Phil right about now. 

“He’s got to go.”

And Eddie agrees, just like that, because it’s Jeff. To the public, it’s Eddie’s band, but to everyone who truly knows them, it’s Jeff who keeps them together. It makes Steve smile to think about the nerdy kid from high school, comparing him to this man who stands at Eddie’s side in front of thousands, night after night, confidence oozing from him.

The door clicks open, and Ben wanders in with a Coke, Gareth slinking in behind him. Gareth shuffles forward and Eddie reaches up with his free hand, and Steve finds himself letting out a huge breath when Gareth takes it. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” Gareth says, softly.

“I know. I know man. I was an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

Steve is expecting a snappy comeback, but Eddie’s starting to wilt, and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I think we should let Eddie get some rest,” he says. “Long flight tomorrow.”

The boys say their goodbyes, and Steve pulls his chair as close to the side of the bed as he can manage. Eddie smiles at him, their fingers entwined.

“Close enough there?” Eddie says, smiling fondly.

“No,” he replies, smiling back. He never wants to let Eddie out of his sight again. “How you doing?”

Eddie drops his head back onto his pillow. “I feel like shit.”

“Maybe I’ll need to move to LA to keep an eye on you.”

A soft blush blooms across Eddie’s cheeks. “Maybe you do,” he says shyly.

“Go to sleep then. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Eddie drifts off, Steve thinks about how to tell Robin he’s moving to LA.

[spadecentral]

🔒 Forbidden Love | Idia Shroud x Reader

>> commissioned!: by @jewboychutzpah >> a/n: yayyyy i took this open prompt and kinda ran with it lol! hope you enjoy :]

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: idia falls in love with you >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): reader is descripted to be taller than idia; reader’s a little bit of an ass; self-deprecating thoughts;

Idia Shroud would never have thought he could have a significant other. Ortho even said so himself, once. In his brother’s words: Nii-san! If you sit inside all day you’ll have no chance of finding a romantic partner! Not that he cared much anyway. But before his brother made him go outside to ‘get the stink off of him’, he would have never thought of running into you.

You enamored him in every way, and for you to notice him would be too much!! He hoped you didn’t feel his eyes staring at your back while he stood from afar. And yet you did. He didn’t know whether to run or to pass out when you looked at him.

To be fair, when you smiled while facing him, his heart did almost stop. And when you started walking up to him, he was in full panic mode. He tucked some wisps of pink hair under his hood as he pulled it up, trying to cover any evidence of being interested in you.

Standing there like a nerd, you knew Idia was staring at you. You also knew that he was flustered. You didn’t mind that.

“Hey there, princess.” you smirked as you tilted his chin up. His face turned redder than before, if that was even possible. He was cute. You didn’t know if Idia knew that or not, but that’s what you thought. You thought the housewarden of Ignihyde was cute.

Idia was too stunned to speak. He didn’t have the courage to actually speak to you.

You knew that.

“C’mon,” you grabbed his hand, which was practically on fire, and dragged him over to your group of friends. “Guys! This is Idia, he’s the housewarden of…”

Idia did not expect you to know so much about him. It made him fall farther for you.

As the two of you talked more, Idia’s crush on you grew bigger and bigger. To the point where he thought he would burst. And he tried so hard to confess to you. So hard. And yet he couldn’t. Every time, his mind seemed to tell him things that he believed. Things that would drown out the courage to confess. Such as, ‘you think they would ever like you back? You? Hah!’ He couldn’t seem to get those thoughts out of his head to the point where Ortho knew what was happening. And each time Idia holed himself up in his room because of his thoughts about you rejecting him, you would find yourself at his door, knocking.

You seemed to always be there when he was at his worst; and that made him attach to you even more. He was stuck to you like a fly was to fly paper.

And that's just what you wished for.

The day of Idia’s confession was a nice one. Unfortunately, he didn’t take advantage of it. He was stuck inside his room when you came over again, this time by force of Ortho.

“Idia?” you asked through the door whilst knocking.

“O-oh! Coming!” you could hear shuffling from the other side of the door. “Close your eyes!”

As the door opened, you closed your eyes, covering them with a hand.

“Uhm…” Idia’s voice was quizzical. He was wondering how to get you inside his room without you tripping and ruining the surprise.

You could feel Idia’s slim fingers grasp your hand. 

“In we go, kehehehe…” he started to slowly pull you inside his room before stopping after a couple of steps. Your hand got colder as Idia let go of your hand. “Aaaalright… you can open your eyes now.”

As you opened your eyes, you were met with a surprise. Idia’s room was basically spotless, no chip bags or empty bottles of energy drinks in sight.

Idia’s hair turned a light pink as he said his next words, “I uh, wanted you here because I, uh–”

“You like me,” you cut him off. “That’s what you wanted to say, right?”

You took your answer as a ‘yes’ when Idia’s face flushed to match the color of his hair.

“Hahaha!” you laughed. “Oh my gods… and to think… ha!”

“W-what?” you could see Idia’s eyes widen. He was afraid. Perfect.

“It was a bet. I never really liked you.” you sighed, before planting that perfect smirk back on your face. The one that he fell in love with you for. “Who would like… you? You live in a mess like this… and expect someone to love you for it? You’re disgusting.”

Idia’s face contorted into one of horror and disgust for himself. He hated himself. You were right. Why would someone like him?

“Now I’m going to go, and you… clean your weird fucking mind.”

As you turned, Idia could barely see you through his tears. This interaction would stick with him forever. It would traumatize him out of loving anyone again.

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[codecicle]

Ok so. Chip star wars au backstory. Basically, what I'm thinking is that the story is pretty much the same, with some obvious adjustments.

Chip grows up on board the Midnight Rose (a space ship this time, not an ocean one lol). It's the early years of the Empire, and the Black Rose pirates are both pirates and kind of an early rebel cell? sorta? They're still pretty powerful, like in the riptide canon, as the Empire is still kind of getting its shit together. And when I say they're *sort of* rebels what i mean is that, while they do actively dislike the Empire, they're not fighting them directly so much as they're being a general nuisance for them and stealing their shit and disrupting their plans.

As for the hole in the sea...well, I have two ideas for that would be.

Number one is that it's, like, a weird Force thing, which there are A Lot of in Star Wars. It's sort of like that weird fucking cube-planet-thing they get stranded on in The Clone Wars for that one arc with the Father the Daughter the Son--it's that sort of batshit fucking star wars thing, and it basically, like...sucks them in and the events of the Hole in the Sea oneshot play out pretty much the same way. This one I like because it has the wackass magical element to it and could thus account for the wackass Chip Lore that we're currently being insane about in the hiatus.

(The aforementioned Wackass Chip Lore does throw a bit of a wrench into the AU, since we don't know anything for certain about it, so when Riptide starts back again and we find out more this part of the au could be pretty much derailed, but adjustments can always be made and the sw lore is crazy enough that I'll probably be able to figure something out).

Second option is that the "Hole in the Sea" is a weapon of sorts--something the Empire is maybe working on in secret, something that they maybe found that was like, the ruins of an ancient space-civilization with super weird, cool technology yknow? And the black rose pirates end up there somehow (one idea is that it's like a gravity well, like they had in Rebels I think??? It might have been tcw i can't remember. Something that can pluck ships out of hyperspace like it's nothing). It could also be a combination of these two options--maybe it's some weird space magic thing the Empire was studying but then some Weird Magical Bullshit happened and drove them all out, but the Magic was like, awake, or something, idk I'm tired and that's all I have for now. This ask was not originally this long LMAO

Oh my fucking god I understand I get it. What if the hole in the sea was the Empire experimenting with the dark side of the force to build the superweapon that can just. Yoink a fuckin ship out of hyperspace and send them to some form of a rebel prison, but it ended up malfunctioning because the original designs were ones they stole from that ancient space-civilization you mentioned were made with the light side of the force/jedi use in mind. it ends up creating a sort of whackass void/black hole of the force in this pit deeeep deep into outer space and just like the Allport blockade, the Empire ends up telling any ships that try to leave the docks not to go there. the only people that can go anywhere near it are the ones that live on the nearby planets (like the underground towns and crew the albatrio found while in the black sea when chip got his heart ripped out), the Empire visiting bases (like the navy base from 114), or any rebel trader that's either stupid enough or skilled enough to disobey the Empire and make it all the way there and back alive. Since Captain Rose was one of the pirate lords, maybe it was an intentional and direct attack that just ended up backfiring and left them with no other option than to quarantine that set of planets and hope nothing else happened and no-one survived (they literally all did LMAOO)

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

Two Bad Choices

Hiccup is aboard a Dragon Hunter ship and afforded two bad choices by Viggo.

The darkness was comforting. It offered assurance that whatever he opened his eyes to would be worse than it. 

He opened his eyes anyway, or tried to. It was more difficult than he was used to. He was in a ship’s cabin which swayed gently with the waves underneath. A desk bolted to the floor held maps, charts, and dragon bones. A banner hung on the wall behind it, depicting a flaming fist. No one else was in the room, and, most unusually, Hiccup found that he was not bound in any way. He was slumped in a corner of the quarters, divested of his sword, his leg, and his shoulder armor. His neck ached, both from its unnatural angle, and more acutely on one side.

Footsteps thudded outside the door, then it burst open. Ryker stormed in, glared around, and found Hiccup. His eyes narrowed. “Why isn’t he bound, Viggo?” Hiccup’s fists clenched, but his limbs felt leaden. Why couldn’t he move?

Viggo appeared in a more leisurely fashion behind his brother. He smirked at Hiccup before answering. “No need, brother. The elevated dose of sedative in his system has rendered him quite, aha, helpless.” Hiccup’s face burned. Drugged. Of course, that had to be the reason. No wonder they didn’t have to restrain him, he couldn’t even lift a finger. He could barely keep his head up.

Ryker squatted in front of him. “Helpless, eh? I’m sure my men would like that.” Hiccup’s mind went white with panic and Ryker smiled.

“Now, now, brother,” Viggo snapped, settling himself at his desk. “No need for that.”

Ryker snorted. “What? He’s sunk and killed enough of my men that the rest of them deserve to beat seven kinds of hell out of him.”

“Be that as it may, we have other plans for our guest.” Ryker grumbled and sat down. “Is the Night Fury secured?”

“It was, up until about ten minutes ago,” Ryker snarled. “That damn rider girl blasted a hole in the cell, got on the Night Fury, and rode off. Her Nadder, too. I’ve already punished the lookout on duty for that.”

Hiccup’s heart leapt. Astrid had rescued Toothless! They knew he was in trouble! 

“No matter,” Viggo said with a wave of his hand. “It would have been nice to keep them both, but I am more prepared to deal with the loss of the dragon than its rider.” He smirked at Hiccup again. 

“Don’t see why this runt is worth more than the last Night Fury,” Ryker grumbled. “For a mug of piss-poor ale I’d’ve shot that girl out of the air.”

“Patience, Ryker,” Viggo intoned. “He is more valuable than you give him credit for. The Night Fury cannot fly without him, for one thing. I need not explain to you why this is a benefit to us. Those other riders are followers, not leaders. They cannot conduct an effective attack on us without Hiccup, especially if we are using him as a bargaining chip.”

“That’s more like it,” Ryker said. “What are we demanding? Gold?”

Viggo laughed. “Don’t be so small-minded, Ryker! Gold and treasure, while nice, are not exclusive to the riders. We can make them catch dragons for us.”

Hiccup’s stomach sank like a sundered ship. Oh, gods. They’ll be forced to capture dragons and deliver them to certain death, afraid they’ll kill me if they refuse. I have to get out of here.

“What about some sort of tithe?” Ryker was musing. “I wouldn’t mind clipping Berk’s wings. A thousand gold pieces a month, do you think?” Already sunk, Hiccup’s stomach clenched. And they’ll bankrupt Berk at the same time. I’m not worth it! 

Viggo chuckled. “All in due time, brother. Hiccup, are you awake enough to join us?”

Hiccup didn’t reply at once. He wanted to spit fire in their faces, but the drug still held him down. “They won’t do it,” he managed, raising his head with effort. “They won’t hunt for you.”

“But will they hunt for you?” Viggo asked. “Ryker, bring him.” The other Grimborn approached and lifted Hiccup bodily from the corner. Hiccup hated how his limbs flopped, but he could do little about it. Ryker set him in a chair facing Viggo, one with armrests and a curved back that kept him from sliding to the floor. 

“They’ll get me out of here,” Hiccup said. Anger and no small amount of fear was making it easier to function, despite the drug. “You’ll regret all of this. My friends aren’t stupid. They’ll see through your blackmail!”

“Not blackmail, in point of fact,” Viggo said, raising a finger. “The word is ransom, dear Hiccup. We are demanding a ransom for you. It is not something that you or they are in a position to refuse.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” Ryker chimed in nastily.

Viggo permitted himself a smile at the insult. “That being said, Hiccup, hostages are ordinarily kept incapacitated. I see that your dose of sedative is wearing off, and we cannot have that. I will, however, give you a choice: Another dose, just to keep you weak, or restraints. I must say, it’s not as though you could run.” He tapped Hiccup’s leg on the desk. “So, shall Ryker fetch the bottle or a rope?”

Hiccup gritted his teeth and glared at Viggo. Two bad choices. He hated being tied up and helpless, especially without his leg, but he knew that being unconscious and at the mercy of a ship full of dragon hunters was worse. “Get the rope,” he snarled.

[blueberry-ovaries]

MISC. TAG GAME:

thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs, @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop and @grumpy-liebgott !!! sorry it took me so long!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

oooh okay so recently i came back from europe, and i literally loved it so much! i oddly enough LOVED vatican city! and i absolutely adored venice and paris! however, london was also really nice! (i cannot decide i’m so sorry😭)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Honestly, going to University! Even when it’s hard and i hate it and have no idea what i’m doing, the fact i made it into university is something i’m very proud of!

Favourite books?

the picture of dorian gray - Oscar Wilde

a good girls guide to murder - Holly Jackson

5 survive - Holly Jackson

the outsiders - S.E Hinton

of mice and men - John Steinbeck

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?

my dog :) - his name is cisco and he was free to a good home and under fed, and now he gets treats every time we leave the house and sleeps on the bed

Favourite thing about your culture?

about being Australian? I would suppose our love for sport. We play so many sports over here and we support the aussies even if we don’t like the sport! For example the Matilda’s, our women’s soccer team! Soccer isn’t as big as AFL over here, but i’ve never seen so much support behind Womens soccer, let alone ANY soccer, as we’re very proud of our sporting teams!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

close to two years ago? i’m not too sure, but i watched BoB first!

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I have not! but i am trying to get my hands on the Dick Winters and Ron Speirs books!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Babe Heffron! and the “are you serious?! only the goddamn nuns call me Edward” BUT the scene with Gene in the fox hole where Babe mocks Gene calling him Babe is a very close second

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

i have been known to dabble in other fandoms on other apps in fanfic writing 🤭

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

ANDREW GARFIELD!!! and i am The Amazing spider-man enthusiast!!! (plus hacksaw ridge is a masterpiece)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Some quotes my dad likes to tell me when i’m really anxious over university/ actively having a panic attack are:

“you can only do what you can do” - which pretty much means that all i can do is my best, and the rest will sort itself out, there’s no use stressing over situations i have no control over.

“how do you eat an elephant?” - which basically means, to tackle something large you take it one step at a time, ergo - to eat an elephant you eat it piece by piece

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Oh God, i’m not a very interesting person 🧍🏼‍♀️

I got swooped by birds in a century once and have hated birds ever since

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i do not have a beta reader 🤭 so position is potentially open 🤭

Three things that make you smile?

- sunsets! i LOVE watching sunsets i just think they are so pretty!

- rainy days (only when i’m inside) But i love rainy days, when i can sit by a window to read or do homework etc. I just think there is something so beautiful about rain!

- chocolate chip cookies :) my FAVOURITE cookies! i do not care if they are basic i love them sm

Any nicknames you like?

most of my nicknames :) But especially the nicknames that my parents give me :))

List some people you love to see around on tumblr:

i’m so sorry if i forget anyone @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @ronsparky @mads-nixon @panzershrike-pretz @executethyself35 @next-autopsy @winnielefou @1waveshortofashipwreck @footprintsinthesxnd @caffeinated-fan @dontirrigateme @softliebgott @xxluckystrike @easycompany123 (+ all my mutuals who i have not tagged, love y’all i just have shocking name recollection)

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

i mean it would depend on what kinda zombies?? But most likely keeping friends and family alive.

Realistically, dying. i’m not dealing with all that.

Favorite movie?

mulan!!! i LOVE mulan (clearly… i’m literally writing a fic with mulan ideas)

Do you like horror movies?

i got a live hate relationship with them. Like i HATE religious horror with a passion, it freaks me the fuck out, but the conjuring series has great story lines?? However i watched the nun once and i swear to god i almost shit myself whenever k had to leave my room at night?! I was CONVINCED that motherfucker was gonna be in my house.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @easycompany123 @executethyself35 @montied @ronsparky @dontirrigateme (plus everyone else who would like to do this! consider this an offical tag!)

[clovercow8228]

gillion and chip as hadestown!orpheus and eurydice

ok so i was listening to hadestown again because i love it dearly and i am still desperately trying to cope with ep 101 and i was like haha. chip and gillion as orpheus and eurydice. because yknow in the context of the actual myth you could compare it to the whole feywild arc and whatnot.

but then i listened to it more (more than halfway through the first song) and i realized it’s way better (worse) if you have it the other way around with chip as hadestown eurydice and gillion as hadestown orpheus. (there’s another way to read it too but we’ll get to that because it’s a bit more convoluted since. well it’s basically a game theory atp)

i’m going through this song by song because i have never felt happiness or peace ever

Road to Hell: ok so ignoring the gods for now. road to hell does eurydice a little dirty so for this song it’s just orpheus i’m talking about, but hermes describes him as a muse’s son and touched by the gods themselves. ok cool whatever so what Any Way the Wind Blows: “eurydice was a hungry young girl / a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been”? like yeah ok sure cool (side note? “ain’t nobody gonna stick around when the dark clouds roll” and  for chip, mr. constantly both afraid his crew will stay and will leave anytime something bad happens and who literally lost his family in the hole in the sea? silly.) plus for orpheus, “and this poor boy wore his heart on his sleeve / you might say he was naive to the ways of the world / but he had a way with words”. that’s my boy right there

Come Home with Me: most of this is just very funny (”oh, a liar and a player too?”) but “why would i become his wife?” “because he’ll make you feel alive” kinda got me a little tbh. and there’s also the ongoing theme of orpheus working on something to fix the balance of the world, which he can do because he’s touched by the gods.

Livin’ it Up on Top: most of this i’ll talk about when i talk about the gods because woo boy that should be a post of its own with how much psychological damage it caused me. but “there was a girl who had always run away / you might say it was in spite of herself / that this young girl decided to stay” for chip?

All I’ve Ever Known: yeahhhhhhhh nothing real metaphorical about this one. fnc shippers come get yalls juice ig idk that’s really all for that one

A Gathering Storm: title aside, the whole thing is eurydice being concerned about the practical way they will survive the winter while orpheus works on his song to make the world right again.

When the Chips are Down: hand to god i did not think about that pun until now. but yeah this whole song really sold it for me. “help yourself (to hell with the rest), even the one who loves you best / take if you can (give if you must), ain’t nobody but yourself to trust / aim for the heart (shoot to kill), if you don’t do it then the other one will” are interesting enough to think about with chip because basically his whole thing is not turning out like that but there are still some times (mainly early on) that he gets a little closer to those ideas. finally, “cast your eyes to heaven / you get a knife in the back”. put your life in the hands of anything but yourself and you get fucked over.

Wait for Me intro: alright one god i can pitch right now. hermes with the “so, just how far would you go for her? you got a ticket? yeah, i didn’t think so. course there is another way, but nah, i ain’t supposed to say.” being as mean as possible rn? hermes as niklaus would work as absolutely unfortunate as that is. which also makes the “ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map” line in the actual song even funnier since it’s hermes describing how to get to the underworld to save eurydice.

Wait for Me: the fates hit orpheus with the self doubt and worry that essentially he’s not the chosen one, part one. don’t really need to explain that one

Way Down Hadestown (Reprise): now hear me out on this. because hades’ whole bit is deals for people’s souls. eurydice signs a deal to give him her soul in exchange for not starving to death, and this song is her realizing what that really means and trying to defend it. which i will admit, makes it seem like it would work for niklaus too. but we’ll come back to that

If it’s True: “is this how the world is? to be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes?” now this one got me a little, between gillion’s ‘my last sin’ speech and what he said to jay in the block.

Intro to Wait for Me (Reprise): “it’s a trap?” “it’s a trial.” hermes explaining to orpheus and eurydice the conditions of them being allowed to leave. at the end of the day, according to hermes, their success rides on whether they trust each other and themselves. arguably the most recurring theme of riptide.

Doubt Comes In: orpheus doubting that he actually has the power to bring her back, thinking he has been tricked or is too weak to do it. in gillion’s own mind, his fatal flaw is not knowing if he believes he can be the chosen one or protect his friends. and for orpheus, he couldn’t.

a good amount of the songs are missing because i haven’t talked about hades and persephone yet. they’re. a separate issue

[s0lar-ch3ri]

making this a series ig (spoilers, mostly minor, idk well just have to ROLL WITH IT AND SEE)

episode is starting from zero, episode 1 (quick note: i love how excited everyone is aty the beggining for this camoain, so heartwarming) "'for all you audio listeners your about to hear what a man catching on fire sounds like' 'and also a house catching on fire'" "so its like 3 belts? yeah" "this character sucks not enough belts" ok chip hasnt been described and hes already drawn blood "how much trouble does this woman have keeping her pants up holy shit" "anything that looks valueable, take it" "whats a barrel" instant love with this campaine from here "ill carry this" "ok" "but w h y" “this is the fastest I've ever committed arson in a campaign” "ok as soon as we light this ill let them know so they die an honorable death" "but the barrel is terrified of fire" "so this is a barrel" "lets blow up this popcicle place" hes trying guys "grab a barrel as well i need to study" "in you multitude of belts" when did i forget jay had so many and got bullied for it "i hope she didnt find any more belts in there" ok but whenever i hear marshal jon being described the dopamine just floods out "oh! that wasnt the bathroom!" "no it was not, it was the room where we got the explosives" "WHAT ARE YOU GRABBING THE EXPLOSIVES FOR" "to blow up your ship" bro i loved how gill interacted with people before what an idiot /pos "gill make a-dont make anything you told the truth" gotta love grizzly doing a save "and jay you go to kick this man in the back of the knee and you do you realise that his calf muscles are literally built like boulders" "i want to put my hand on his shoulder" and so it begins the convincing! yes gill go!! "hang on let me see that...big j" "JON, ITS YOUR CHOIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE" "as the door is blown off-" "did somebody fart?" ah yes gill you lit the explosive that makes people fart" "BACHOW!" please dont stop this man from making random noises its great "is your skin always wet or is it dry?" GRIZZ ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS!! "you are to learn a lesson from the moisture master!" remember when gill made his title canon now, its 6 seconds to 20 minutes in "THOSE PIRATES!" man knowing him now its kinda strange to hear him hunting them down "i just occasonally grab people and im like 'you can be better'" cant believe gill went from telling people to be better to just immedately trying to solve their problems (like not even 2 episodes later if im remembering right) "excellent jay you are a fog frog" "im gonna steal somebody's hat then run out the door" jay stealing chips job now "im passing the barrel out the window" i remember when hed just be a problem for any stealth kind of movements "MY FRIEND SAID HE DOESNT WANT YOU TO HAVE AN ADVANTAGE" "there is still time" ITS STARTING WOW "you get the sense this guy cannot see very well" i forgot he had sight problems "YOU BLEW A HOLE IN OUR TOWER" "and you blew a hole in my heart" ACCIDENTAL FORESHADOWING AND A GREAT MOMENT FOR SHIPPERS?? HOW MUCH IS CHARLIE FEEDING US WITH GILLION TIDESTRIDER!?!!? (spoiler: a lot) "can i make a persuasion check?" "sure" if charlie never said this we would never have the future pirate jon, IF HE NEVER GOT A 16 THINK WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED "you cant tell if i cry a single tear or if im usually that moist" the fact that he is can make for an angsty hc that nobody really would notice gill crying "jon didnt make it" oh this better not be another accidental foreshadow "you see, a pink frogtupus" everyone being excited for the preztal reveal was also all of us huh dont lie! "i look like a big flounder" fanartists canon gill description /j "god damn it big j" friendly reminder that (from what ive seen) marshal jon is the only character gill gave a nickname, and he had met him like 20+ minutes ago "YA BOY GILL ABOUTA BE FRIED" "ima just grab them both and jump" ngl i cant put my finger on it but calmer gillion probs the chaos control thats needed because of him being feral "jon this is for you" *proceeds to get an 8* (would have been epic if he suceeded that charisma tho) "jon, the power is- eyeh" "i look over wistfully (?) 'but w h y?'"

[vilyanenyavilya]

(Header art scene from Checkmate by vanitasmorgue)

Welcome! I write Loki and Tony Stark centered fic. Here’s my AO3

Current WIP:

Lost In Time. Loki/Tony (Frostiron). Word count: 21,700 ongoing

“You messed with time. It tends to mess back. You’ll see.” An accident during The Time Heist sends Tony Stark tumbling through time and space. Tony emerges on a different planet, over a century before where he should be, with no way home. He works to get back to his family the Avengers. While he’s at it, he’ll fix this new timeline too…but more and more time passes and he’s still stranded and he has to make a new life under a new name. A new life that includes Loki in a starring role. Loki was studying the magical arts on Alfheim with his mother’s sister, when a mortal shows up and turns everything upside down. He comes with ill tidings of the future and a determination to change it, and Loki can’t help himself but believe and help him. This mortal is a fascinating puzzle, and Loki itches to put it together. It has -nothing- to do with how drawn he is to the mortal himself.

Neither one knows just how or why their stories are entwined by forces unknown.

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Some finished fics:

Checkmate (aka Chess and Chocolate Chip Pancakes in Stark Tower). Word count: 409,000

Loki/Tony (Frostiron)

Tony Stark would never admit to having been in love a long time ago, with a woman from Norway. Now there’s a Norse god in his penthouse threatening him and Earth, but those eyes are familiar… and there’s something seriously wrong happening.

Or: How Tony Stark makes a snap decision to hide his ex Loki in Stark Tower during and after the Battle of New York, tries not to lose his head and his heart doing it and fails. How instead, together, Tony and Loki unknowingly change the path of their universe.

It goes well for years… but secrets come out, more snap decisions are made, everything falls apart, and Loki decides to seize another opportunity. He is a god after all, and what’s a god without power?

Take Me In And Let’s Make Mischief. Word count: 18,700

Loki/Tony (Frostiron)

Loki approached the Avenger encased in metal who, with the armor, made a rather impressive hole in the dirt. He looked at the scene and drank his tea. What to do about it was the question. Stark pulled the face plate off, looked up, and around at the area. “Oh, hi Reindeer Games. Where am I?” “You came here Stark.” The mortal looked surprised at seeing him. That was interesting. “It’s Tony. Uh JARVIS? Why’d you take me to Lokes’ Secret Lair?”

A Lifetime of New Year’s Kisses. Word count: 8,000

Loki/Tony (Frostiron)

Tony waited in a ballroom on New Year’s Eve. Just an hour or two ago, he had made a snap decision and made himself a New Year’s Resolution to take a risk. So there he was, waiting with a pounding heart to see if his risk paid off, to see if Loki walked down the stairs to the ballroom to meet him.

In Your Eyes series. Word count: 56,000

Loki/Tony (Frostiron)

Prince Tony of Alfheim is facing an arranged marriage to Loki. The two haven’t seen each other since they were children, but he remembers every moment. The two of them used to be so close … but that was a long time ago. Princet Loki of Asgard, is apprehensive. Not because of Tony, but because they have secrets. They weren’t born on Asgard like the Nine Realms believe. How can a marriage start with a lie? But Loki isn’t the only one with secrets … Tony’s mother is hiding life changing ones from Tony.

The Sorcerer Next Door. Word count: 84,000

Loki & Tony friendship

Tony’s retirement was supposed to be quiet. He got married, moved out to the lakehouse, and rescued some alpacas. It was a little boring, but it was fine, really. He did not expect his neighbor to turn out to be a familiar mischievous enemy-turned-ally who was nursing injuries from the Battle of Wakanda. He also did not expect to end up embroiled in a real life Game of Thrones with death on the line for both him and Loki. Retired or not, Tony was still Iron Man. It was game on.

Mischief Meets Hawk. Word count: 76,000.

Loki & Clint friendship, Loki/OMC

After the Chitauri Invasion, Clint Barton went home to recover. After a while, he went back to active duty. But the loyal agent has been keeping a secret. He’s been spending his free time sorting through over a thousand years of a Norse God’s memories. Because for some reason, the scepter worked both ways. It gave him Loki’s memories.

Clint did not like what he saw, and he hasn’t been able to let it go. He’s a sucker for a seemingly lost cause. Clint’s mission is to get into Asgard, break Loki out, and get him somewhere safe. If only Loki will cooperate and not take his head off.

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A Kiss At Midnight In Time : Loki/Sylvie

Rating: Teen. Word count: 1,300. Tags: Romance, Reuniting, Waltz, New Year’s Eve

Summary: (Post Loki S1): Loki finds Sylvie at a masquerade ball New Year’s Eve 1977. What else would he do but ask for a dance?

Courtiers : Tony Stark x several people. (bit of a crack!fic)

Rating: Teen. Word count: 2,000. Tags: references to sex, fluff?, humor, Tony’s been oblivious but he figures it out, hopeful ending

Summary: Tony’s tired of all the dates he brings back to the tower leaving with barely a word. After walking in on a group of some of the Avengers, he gets a big dose of answers about why and… he’ll spin it to his advantage.

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Happy reading!

[saintsofwarding]

EMBRYO

Chapter 2: Waiting for Cadou

With a yell and a jolt of adrenaline, Rose pitched upright, sheets tangled around her limbs. Nausea chewed at her stomach; for a moment she was lost in the swimming darkness- the mold, I'm back in the megamycete, oh, god, it found me- before reality hit her. She was in bed. Sweat dripped off her like she'd just dunked herself in a pool. Her heartbeat pounded a hole in her chest. The nausea tightened her throat, churning and awful.

Oh, fuck, she was gonna be sick-

She kicked her way out of her soaked sheets and stumbled through the mess of clothes and other detritus on her floor. A faint haze of streetlight filtered in through her curtains, enough to see by as she made it down the hallway and into the apartment's tiny bathroom.

Just in time; she collapsed to her knees seconds before dessert made a reappearance.

Hanging onto the toilet bowl, Rose spat until her mouth stopped stinging with acid. Her throat felt like someone had attacked it with sandpaper. She leaned her head against the cool toilet seat, staring off into the shower, not really seeing it. Her heartbeat slowed.

What the hell was that?

She needn't have asked herself. She knew exactly what that was.

This wasn't the first time she'd had that dream. It had started just after the alley incident, just after a mutant had attacked her for the first time in a long time. It was always the same- Regent City burning below, the dead and mutated hunting down everyone who wasn't infected. Herself, hanging above it all, calm and shining and detached. That was what chilled her the most. How could she look at that, at...at everything dying, and not care?

You don't not care, a small voice whispered to her, a child's wheedling mockery. You like it, Rosemary-rue. You like it, and you want more.

"No," Rose whispered. Her voice sounded dry and small in the darkness. "No, I don't. Shut up. You don't know anything."

A high laugh, and then nothing. It might have been her own thoughts talking to her.

The bathroom was freezing, and Rose slept in an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Her skin was just starting to numb. She spat once more into the water, then reached up and pulled the flush. Her legs shook as she climbed to her feet, moving creakily to the sink. In the mirror she looked half-dead, colorless and hollow-eyed, her skin and hair so pale it glowed nearly white. She gulped a palmful of tap water, glanced at her reflection, then paused.

Were the veins in her eyes-

No. No. A trick of the light.

Stop it. Stop.

Power surged under her skin, and darkness crawled, slick and sinuous, up the walls. Rose gripped the edge of the sink.

Stop it now.

Everything quieted. Her head, her heart, her power. It was okay. Everything was fine. You got this, kid.

She stepped out into the hallway, heading back to her room. Nothing moved in the rest of the apartment; the other door was shut tight. Still, Rose paused in front of it. He usually never slept much; maybe he was awake now, headphones on, listening to whatever brain-melting new artist he'd scrounged up on Spotify latest. Or maybe he was listening to her, not wanting to intrude on her business. Either way, he'd answer if she knocked. He'd listen. He'd reassure her in his usual assholish way that, nevertheless, always made her feel like everything wasn't quite so big a deal as she'd thought. All she had to do was knock. That was it.

Easy.

She stared at the chipped paint of the door for a long time. She never knocked. With a soft exhale, Rose left Heisenberg's door and went back to bed.

She didn't sleep again, not all the long night.

***

"She talk to you yet?"

Rose flicked her eyes up from her cereal bowl, spoon poised in front of her open mouth. "...What?"

"That girl. The one you're obsessed with. Sam? Sam. Yeah, Sam. She talk to you yet?" Heisenberg leaned back in his chair, socked feet propped up on the kitchen counter, staring at Rose across the tiny, shitty Formica table. "Or is she still being a little bitch?"

"Wow. I'm not even gonna answer that."

"You talk to her?"

"What about? 'Oh, you saw me summon black tentacles that super duper pulverized that dog thing, don't worry about that, just a little trick I like to do because I was turned into crystal mold soup by an emotionally abusive bird monster prophetess when I was a baby this one time, and also my stepdad is a human MRI machine'? No. No, I have not talked to her about that." She sighed. "Also, she avoids me whenever she sees me."

"What's she doing? You could stalk her. Hunt her down until she's your captive audience, then force her to chat."

"She..." Rose blinked as Sam's entire schedule materialized in her brain. Shit, she thought. Maybe she was a little obsessed. "She does...band practice two days a week...um...then she's in the school play the other three days, so she's...um, yeah."

"Hn." Heisenberg nodded, scratching his graying beard-scruff. Aside from his socks, which were more hole than sock, he wore plaid boxers, a bathrobe, and an ancient T-shirt with the slogan DULVEY GATORS BITE! "Maybe break her knees so she can't run away."

"Oh my god. I am not talking about this." Rose stuffed the spoon in her mouth with a little more force than was necessary.

It rattled between her teeth and jerked out of her mouth, shooting like an arrow into Heisenberg's hand. He spun it over his palm.

"Hey!" Rose yelped. "I'm eating my cereal!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm asking you questions."

"That is so messed up, give me back my spoon-"

"It's me time now, kid."

Rose glared at him for a good five seconds, watching him lazily flip the spoon from fingertip to fingertip, balancing it on end like a knife-thrower's act. With a huff, she shoved back from the table, stomped over to the drawer, got a new spoon, and plunked back down again.

"Heh. I was wrong," Heisenberg said. "You're the little bitch in this situation."

"Shut up." "Is this the terrible twos or what the fuck ever?"

"I'm-" Rose broke off and stared at him. "I'm...I'm sixteen. You do know that, right?"

He waved a hand. "Two, sixteen. What difference does it make? When you hit fifty then maybe I'll care."

Rose stabbed her spoon into her bowl. "Will you," she muttered. "Freaking miracle that would be."

"What's that? Is that lip I hear?" He sat forward, clenching the spoon in one hand. "Who remembered every single one of your birthdays, huh?"

"You-"

"Mechanical pony when you were eight-"

"-That exploded five minutes after I got on it-"

"Yeah, but it was a mechanical fuckin' pony. And the looks on the other kids' faces when it blew!" He let out a guffaw, flicking the spoon with his power so it clattered into the sink. "Worth the price of admission, I'm telling ya-"

"You suck at presents. And at advice. I can't talk to Sam because she hates me, okay? Because she saw my freeeeaky little show in the alleyway-" Rose waggled her fingers. "-and now she's scared shitless to even talk to me. Okay? You get me?"

Heisenberg watched her with head slightly tilted, his ice-gray eyes narrowed. From the contemplative look on his scarred face, Rose thought, for a microsecond, that he was actually about to bust out some dad-like wisdom, comforting as an old leather jacket. They'd been around each other nearly Rose's whole life, after all, a not-quite-one-thing relationship, not-quite-another. Not quite friend. Not quite companion. Not quite dad.

Now, his advice was about to be not quite dad-like.

"So you're scared. I get it," he said. "Fine, then. Be a pussy. Never talk to her again. Go your whole goddamn life thinking you're some kinda freak, when all you are is someone with a hell of a lot of power and the capability to be more of a motherfucking sorcerer than even me."

He spread one chewed-up hand over his chest. "I, for one, can't wait for more of your pining sessions. Hope the next one is an all-nighter, 'cause I can't wait to be dead on my feet because of your stupid goddamn teenage-"

Rose stood up from the table with such violence she knocked it forward into his solar plexus. With a "Gah!" he nearly overbalanced, slamming both feet to the floor before he went down hard.

"You suck," Rose said.

"What at this time?"

"In general," Rose spat.

She swung on her heel, grabbing her backpack from the counter, shoving her feet into her boots and hurrying toward the door. She unhooked her coat from its peg as Heisenberg struggled to his feet, one hand planted on the table, the other on the counter.

"You better fuckin' pray I remember your third fuckin' birthday!" he roared after her as she shouldered open the front door.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Rose shouted back.

Before he could verbally retaliate she hurried out, down the hall, and into the grimy, greenish light of the stairwell, emerging into the freezing semidarkness of an October morning just as her watch flicked to six-thirty AM. She glanced back toward the apartment window, one of dozens in the building's dingy concrete facade. It was illuminated, yellow and warm. Would he stand in it? Look down at her?

The window remained empty. Rose shivered. She pulled on her coat, hugging it around herself, then went and unlocked her bike from the bike shed. If she hurried, she could catch the earlier bus, make it to school before most people showed up, get some quiet time to-

To what? Enact a Sam plan?

No, she realized with a chill. Not that.

She walked her bike down to the stop and caught the bus just as it wheezed up to the curb. The ride to school was a blur of late-autumn shadow and concrete, frosty grass in empty lots and smears of headlights, streetlights, stores just beginning to open.

She leaned her head against the icy window glass, her earbuds in but turned so low the music was just a faint hum in the corner of her awareness, watching skyscrapers pass silently by, vast gray monoliths in the low, misty clouds. She glimpsed the Crown Tower in gaps between the skyscrapers, a tall, needle-like glass-and-steel structure topped with a terrace that resembled its namesake, each point illuminated with red neon light.

Another shiver trickled down her nerves. She'd never been up there- it was supposedly all offices except the top few floors, which were all gift shops and a revolving restaurant and an observation deck, way too expensive for Heisenberg to cough up for- but she'd seen it in her dream. She'd stood atop it, just below its uppermost spire, her toes balanced on the cold metal. Gazing down at the destruction.

She remembered the faint smile on her mouth. The shockwave, coming closer. The light, so bright she felt its searing heat in her eyes even now-

The bus went over a bump. She jolted in her seat, coming back to herself with a gasp. She blinked as the automated voice called her stop; she'd nearly missed it. She pulled the cord, jumped off the bus, grabbed her bike, and set off toward school.

West Regent High rose around her, a complex of dirty-white-and-burgundy buildings connected by a series of outdoor walkways and surrounded by a chain-link fence. The readerboard proclaimed GO W. REGENT KNIGHTS!, and cast a haze of slushy red light across the student parking lot. The school, Heisenberg had once said, looked like a prison, and now even more so; hardly anyone was here, and the grounds were silent, hush enfolding Rose as she headed through the gate and toward the school library.

She reached it with a hollow knocking around her stomach. She really should have finished that cereal; now she had nothing until lunchtime. The one librarian on duty nodded at her as she hurried past the front desk and into the stacks. Her favorite table was empty, far in the corner, by the huge multi-paned windows overlooking the school's main courtyard. Rose claimed it, glanced around, assured herself no one was watching, then opened her backpack, emerging with her sketch pad and a collection of pencils.

After the alleyway incident had ruined her notebooks and other bag, Heisenberg had come back one evening with a collection of notebooks, sketch pads, loose-leaf paper, even a ream of printer paper, and told her to 'pick what pricks your fancy'.

She'd squinted up at him in disbelief.

"Why..." She'd picked up the ream of printer paper and let it thud back down. "Why did you think I'd want...uh, this?"

"I didn't have the luxury of picking my materials, kid." He'd leaned in the corner of their cramped little living room next to a cracked window, smoking one of his cigars like it was going out of style. Rose guessed that one of the benefits of being a functionally-immortal empowered mutant with an increased healing factor was that he could smoke as many Cubans as he wanted without worrying about lung cancer. "Once my supplies were used up I got whatever scraps Miranda threw out, or whatever I could scrounge up from the junkyard. Sometimes I had to draw my schematics all over the factory walls if there was nothing else."

Rose had fallen silent. He rarely talked about Miranda; for that matter, he rarely talked about the village, his life there, the grand work of vengeance that had consumed him for the better part of a century.

He wasn't done. "Saw all this and got inspired. Thought you might..." He waved a hand at the heap of paper. "Oh, just fuckin' pick something."

Now, Rose smoothed her hand over the book's cover, let out her breath, and flipped to a clean page. Her pencil tip hovered over the paper.

It's okay, Rose.

Just get it down. Out of your head. That always helps, right?

If it's there-

If it's real-

It can't hurt you.

Stupid. Of course it could still hurt her. She might be a monster, but without full control over her powers, without understanding, real understanding, she was in as much danger as the next poor person who stumbled into the wrong alleyway.

But her pencil tip touched the paper, and she began to draw. Sweeping strokes; she half-closed her eyes, letting it spill out of her. Jagged smears of shadow; a messy grid, conveying streets. She drew and drew, hunching over her paper, ignoring the chew of hunger in her stomach, letting it and her anxiety over Sam wash away. Once the time neared her first class of the day she slowed, working in a few final details. It was all there, on paper- the impression of her dream, the emotion of it, even if all the pieces weren't exact.

I was there.

The rain on her skin. The heat from the fires below.

But it was on paper, not just in her head. And if it was on paper, she could control it. She could tear out the page and crush it into a ball, lob it into the nearest bin like Heisenberg with that spoon. She didn't. She shut the sketch pad on her drawing, feeling stronger, feeling more ready to face whatever came.

Not for long.

As she hurried out of the library, a flash of pink filled her vision. She skidded to a halt as Sam and a pair of her friends emerged from outside. Sam didn't notice her; one of her friends did, and his eyes got big as he smacked her shoulder, staring at Rose like she was some wacky zoo animal he'd never seen before. Sam looked up.

She saw Rose.

"Sam-" Rose squeaked, but Sam, her warm brown skin blanching a shade, veered around her, head down, picking up her pace into what could almost be considered a jog.

Rose stood in the library foyer for a second, her eyes warm. She sniffed and glanced up, making eye contact with the librarian.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," the librarian said, and held out a dish. "Mint?"

***

Her day passed in a grind of classes and chit-chat with her friends and classmates. Sam was in her Algebra One class, but always sat at the front with the other whiz kids while Rose sat at the back, next to the window. Rose didn't try to talk to her again; thank God the next class was English, Sam-free and thus not an agony of glancing from blackboard to Sam's piebald pink-and-black hair and back again, hoping beyond hope she might look back and smile.

Lunch. Classes. The sky darkened outside, clouds descending. Rose balled her fists inside her sweater sleeves as she half-listened to Mr Greebly drone on and on about electrolytes. Today was a play day for Sam. Come three-thirty PM she'd be in the auditorium rehearsing. She was playing Mrs. Webb in the fall production of Our Town. Rose had half-heartedly tried out, but she'd kept messing up her monologue; Heisenberg had made some kind of effort to help her memorize it, but he kept snorting at some of the lines and substituting his own, much more inappropriate, ones. It was nightmarish. Besides, Rose had gone all cold the second she went onstage. She figured she wasn't exactly cut out for treading the boards.

Just go find her. Talk to her. Break her kneecaps. Shut up, Heisenberg. It would be easy. Just go in, sit her down, have a nice chat. Maybe- maybe go out for coffee? Oh, god, no, that would be like a date. Just- just talk to her. Yeah, start with that. Just talk.

At last, class released Rose into the same semidarkness she'd come to school under, the taste of ice hanging in the air. She headed toward the bike racks, half of her already convinced she should just go home and try and get some homework done.

And endure Heisenberg's scorn?

Scorn her he sure as hell would. He really did have a special talent for making her feel like a dummy. At the thought of this a spike of courage drove itself into her heart; at the last second she swerved, hands in fists, away from the bike rack and toward the cinderblock rise of the auditorium near the front of the school.

The foyer was chilly, dim, echoes fanning away and away as she let herself in. She checked her watch. Three twenty-one. Voices floated from deeper in the auditorium, rendered watery by echoes. Rose ventured down, chewing a loose piece of skin on her lip, and slipped through the doors into the velvety darkness of the auditorium proper. Rows upon rows of seats sloped down to an illuminated stage, its curtains drawn back, exposing the concrete back wall of the theater and a few pieces of scenery in stands. Three people stood onstage, a few more grouped in the front rows. From the sound of things, they were running lines.

Sam's pink hair shimmered in the reflected stage light. Rose's mouth went dry. She sat in the front row, reading from her script, a big pair of white headphones clamped over her ears.

Not too late to leave, Rose told herself.

She kept walking.

"Rose?" one of the other girls, Katherine, stammered as she noticed Rose approaching. The trio onstage fell silent; Sam stood upright like she'd been given an electric shock, yanking off her headphones. She spun round, facing Rose.

"Sam," Rose said. "Sam, please-"

"Are you stalking me?" Sam said, her voice thick with disbelief.

Atta girl, Heisenberg might have said. "No," Rose pressed. "God, no. Sam- please. Don't run off- I just want to talk-"

Sam turned and hurried away, taking the stairs by the side of the stage two at a time. With a shake of her head Rose went after her. She was taller, ganglier, but Sam knew this place better; she wound off through the dusty, rope-crossed darkness of the backstage, through work lights and under stored scenery.

"Sam!" Rose called. She lost sight of her for a moment, then saw pink in her periphery and pushed on. "Sam-"

She burst through the green room doors and into the humming fluorescent lights of the mirrored changing space beyond. Sam stood on the far side of the central room, arms folded over her chest, reflected twofold by the long mirrors to either side of her. Her head was down, but her eyes were up, and she watched Rose as the door swung shut behind her with a soft boom.

"Sam," Rose said again, softly.

Sam's round face was flushed; her thick, wavy jaw-length hair was black from roots to about six inches from the bottom, where it transitioned to faded pink. Today, she looked awesome: platform creepers, ripped tights, a long flannel over a miniskirt, a ton of buttons and pins fastened to her lapels. Rose wanted to fiddle with her own holey thrift shop sweater and old jeans, but she made herself keep her hands by her sides.

"What do you want?" Sam burst out, suddenly, making Rose flinch. "There's nothing to say!"

"There's a ton to say-"

"About what you did? That...that thing?"

"What I did? I saved your life!"

"Only because you drew that thing in!" Sam cried. "Right? You and it are the same kind of thing, right? It sniffed you out and hunted you down and because of that it-"

She broke off, her whole body shaking.

"I don't understand," she went on. Her voice was small. "I can't tell anyone about it. I don't...I don't want to. In case they look deeper. In case they get hurt, and you're not there to help them- you or your- uh, your dad?"

Rose paused. "He's my-" She stopped. "Uh, it's...complicated-"

"Are you both-?"

"Sort of. Yeah-"

"Oh, what, it's complicated, too?" Sam pushed forward, uncrossing her arms. Despite being nearly a head shorter than Rose, she had a bulldog energy to her that almost made Rose back off. "Tell me the truth, Rose. What are you?"

"I-" Rose's mouth was dry. Be badass, kid, but be careful, Heisenberg might have said. He rarely took his own advice, but he was sure to drill it into her. Did she even know how to answer? No words came to her mouth. "I don't..."

"Answer me!" Sam grabbed her by the arm, hard. "What are you?"

A flare of light behind her eyes.

Oh god no-

Mold exploded from her in a whipping fountain of glistening black. Tentacles shoved Sam, hard, flinging her off; she hit the ground and skidded, thwacking into the far wall with a cry. The storm of mold whirled and twisted around Rose, making her hair snap around her shoulders, caught in a spectral wind.

Her mold.

The power rushed through her, heady, brilliant, so strong it felt like she'd swallowed live coals. More and more, that childish whisper pressed, deep in her mind. This is nothing. Show me what you've got, Rosemary-rue-

"No!" Rose screamed.

She flung her arms out. The mold rose- then collapsed. It oozed into blackish pools across the linoleum. Sam scrambled back as the puddles nearly reached her feet, then retracted, sucked up into Rose's skin. With a final ripple, the mold was gone, leaving nothing behind but cracks spiderwebbing across the mirrors in impact lines.

A light popped overhead, then went out.

"Get," Sam said, "the fuck. Out!"

Rose turned. She flung herself through the doors and ran, not stopping even when Katherine and the others called her name, fighting tears the whole way out.

[krystlind]

the reckless love of God

just a wonderful, wonderful miracle today i had to record.

i felt the love of God more than ever.

the gloom that was over my head the past few days, regarding this key (can't believe it's just a key; but it was more of what it represented, my carelessness, the reactions i was fearing)

man last sunday was hard. after the car dent didn't come out, and we were truly a sight to see, everyone plunging, and then feeling played by this turo guy regarding the repair, and then, finally the clicker- fearing that'd I'd had lost the clicker, ubering all the way over there, the car being gone, not sure if I'd get it back, I just went home in total defeat. but then Kiki invited me to service. and I said yes. I think it was God's plan that my car got switched last minute. because a big reason I wasn't going to go was because my rental was in south, and now that it was north- it all lined up. wow, that service: first of all, I have to journal about that soon. but 3 key things: the power of the choir, the soul, what PRAISE to God really looks like, the might and fierceness in declaring the Lord. Praise our way to the miracle. and the song, the choir basically singing to me, "hold on!" 2) us putting out our hands to say pray for the choir leader. i felt that power like no other. it's so powerful to pray for others. the selflessness. the character and power of God you feel and really believe in when you pray for others. because you feel they are worthy of it. and you are calling in a God that can- you are believing in is 3) us pressing our hands on each other's shoulders. saying "right NOW Jesus" feeling it for ourselves, for the other person. wow, that exchange and transfer of energy. announcing it for them, feeling it for ourselves. God knew I needed to pull myself out of the dark hole I was about to go down (I was putting on some dark Emma Stone move, and eating chips) and once again, rescued me from the pit.

anyways, I've been thinking about this clicker thing, and then reassured myself, just wait until the last day. what made me immediately discouraged, was that Malik said he didn't see it. "oh it's probably gone." and even rehearsing the conversation I'd have with Jesse, with Dana, the worst case scenario. then knowing that no matter what, God would be with me through.

I was walking out of Bond, for my walk to the cemetery, when I decided to text Malik, not expecting to hear back right away. I heard the voice "psh, he's probably not even gonna text back anymore, at this point he could just totally ignore you." and just glumly put my phone in my pocket. trudging towards the cemetery, i felt that calm wave come over me. "Man of Honor, Man of Honor." already excited to enter and have a reverent moment.

that's when I got a response back "the car is there you can go check it now" I anxiously hurried back, got my car, and started driving. the song that came up for me play "All I want" something about that intro melody that is so calming. and the lyrics washing over me, I am driving my car playing it, thinking what if the key is not there? and singing along, letting the melody wash over me, "my desire, is more of you in my life" and just letitng my delight and desire be mostly of him. okay, if you don't find it Krystl, He is still good. God will still take care. and I just found myself praising my way to the miracle.

anyways I finally pull up, I see the car, I'm giddy, really just to get this over with. it's baffling how much this has had such a hold on me. "Shady Lane.." i observe. "Under his shade. He is your shade." I pull up and park under a shade of a tree right next to the car. turn it off. go to the tire. key is there. I don't even look inside through the window. I just decided, I'm going to open it and look. I run over to the other side. my heart is pounding, there's such an adrenaline rush, I can't even look. I swing it open, look it up,

THERE IT IS!! THE CLICKER! just still on the visor!! i screamed! it was there!! i put everything back, and before running to the car, I go to the trees, the sun, the beautiful lush green, and I'm looking at the blue sky, tears start screaming down my face, I'm laughing, I'm overwhelmed, "Thank you, thank you God! You are so good, thank you!" and I am engulfed in an ocean of love! "You wanted me to praise and dance the whole time!" I burst out in tears, I cannot breath. I am overwhelmed by his love. he was taking care of it all the whole time. and i didn't have to go in that black hole, God pulled me out and put me in the sea of praise and worship and dance. thank you God for Kiki. thank you for the experience of praising you in the middle of it.

I saw a trail ahead, going through a green lush park, open blue sky, I can do anything not to skip and sprint over there. I'm walking and crying.

it was less about the clicker, and this and that. it was this feeling I felt in my whole being, of being watched over and loved, by my God.

i look to my right and see how lush the grass is, i go over and sit down, "he makes me lie down in green pastures" that's literally what Jesus does. I am in a moment of awe, and stillness, pure presence in Jesus right there. the grass swaying around me. the vivid intense warm green. everything calm and quiet. I feel so held. "even if we don't praise, the rocks will cry out. nature will sing praises to God's glory." I hear around me the crickets, the birds. every thing is singing God's praise. I am awe struck, in tears. Thank you God, for loving me so much. this whole time, I've just always been okay.

What does it look like to feel all of that now, always, repeatedly. this whole time I've always been okay.

what about now Sharde? with all the unknown coming up, really believe it, based off of God's track record with you, you've always been okay, held, provided for by the Father.

I'm walking back, and pass by a tree that seems to have a glow coming through it by the sun. "He delights in you. Make your delight in the Lord. God delights in you." Make your delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of you heart.

Divine Romance. I start playing it. this is a true Divine Romance.

I realize this whole season, is God showing me his gentleness, his gentle love for me. and that's all I've been wanting, craving. gentleness. oh how I have been craving and pining for that. gentleness towards me. I am a girl, woman, craving gentleness so much. away from feeling so hard on myself, harshness from the man and harshness from life. i can't stand it anymore. the fighting, the making it happne. oh my soul is so tired. God is showing me, i don't have to fight i can be in my womanhood. i will be a proverbs 31 wife. strong, but gentle. God is the gentleman.

I drive back. I promise I will not let this one pass so quickly. I won't hurry on to the next worry. I will praise God always. I will not forget. How you always deliver me.

I will not be one who forgets. I have enough doses in any given day of his goodness. just to be giddy and glad on God's goodness.

So thank you God! remember, my soul, all His goodness. the joy of the Lor d is my strength.

What are pieces of joy and gladness and love?

time with Ren today, and good people to talk with around me, giving her my gift I made her. her delight in it. I love giving these momentos to my friends

Denise: "You are not alone."

giving the offer to Maya, she is SO well spoken. she was very excited about the offer. I am very excited to have her on the team.

I realize people are excited to work with me, because I am a great leader and see-er of potential and cultivating that and a good team culture and morale and vision. I inspire them to tap into their talent and feel seen. I help people feel seen.

I was journaling in foxtrot this morning, and I realize the loop: being in that mundane moment, the void, and I need something to shock something into motion, and I do this usually with something so extremity, historically something fun and stimulating, but inconvenient and at times harmful. and then it causes me to have complications and then pack and run.

I was feeling a certain way this morning, then I got a text from Dana. "I miss your shiny-ness and optimism." it was such a beautiful message. first of all, I was grateful that someone would even put those wrods together. I hope she is alright, i know she has been feeling, as Chantalle said, "melrose." 2nd, it was quite validating, yes, that is me. I will stop putting myself down, I know that is the effect i have on others. God made me like that, so I won't let that bad things get me down. what does it look like to be that for yourself, to experience that for yourself too. shiny-ness and optimism. sometimes i feel that sadness within, the one that the Canadian girl said the sadness in the eye, it's probably because of the contrast of emitting that and wanting to feel that for myself too. but now I know, I can experience that for myself, maybe that's why I love my private moments, because I can hold myself precious. and 3rd, realizing I really cilck with people like Dana, the engineery types, not sure why. but we have a good balance of personalities.

it's so interesting, it always seems like it's one looming thing, to overcome, thank God for, and then we forget and inherit the next looming thing. but seeing my last one (the SX event) was so intensely a cloud over me, and I couldn't wait to be on the other side, I even said to Davida "see you on the other side" and here i am on the other side, and I've already gotten past that, fretting about the next thing, wanting to be on the other side, and now here I am, and I'm already positioning myself on the next! haha how silly!

right now, I will just be glad and not be so addicted to the problem, i'm weaning myself off of that default mode, even though there's a laundry list of things to worry about next, I mean it truly never goes away, so might as well choose the new default operating mode, hwere the bigger thing to center myself around:

everything going so right: erika, marg, good reliable team coming together, porto vacation with my sissy and we're singing, nissi and bible study i'm leading. I'm proud of all this. I'm so grateful for it.

God I will not forget.

Adonai el Roi - the God Who Sees me.

[terrortriplets]

Hi, Doly! My apologies for missing the last two days, thank you for waiting and always being kind when I’m late/miss a day. I appreciate it. How have the past few days been for you? I hope they’ve been well!

How exciting to be into the same games! Love that for us as well! I actually played god of war! It was like five or six years ago now but I was obsessed and then I got to the final boss, the big bad, and I just couldn’t fucking beat it!!! It’s been so long now that I dont even know if I ended up beating it! Those are all great games as well, I’ve watched people play just about all of them and I feel the same about the patience of learning the game! I remember one of the first games I ever played was Fable for the original Xbox, my dad and brothers would play it and I just liked it cause it had choices you could pick to make you good or bad and it was just kinda silly but also good. It’s been a very long time since I’ve played it though.

The weather has dropped since the last ask I sent which is nice but it’s just a mess of going up and down! It was humid/muggy and rained today and was in the 70sF and yet somehow the predicted low of the week is 41F so we’ll see!! I live in the south so it’s always higher in temp! Oh that sounds so fun! I hope you have such a great time in Puerto Rico for the holidays! I dont celebrate religiously either, I just like the holiday for time with people in my life!

I cant believe today was fine lines third birthday, oh, my heart!!! What a fabulous album, it means so much to me. It was such a special album and I loved seeing Harry’s post about it. The Louis content has been great too with the signings and concerts! I hope he’s doing well with his arm.

That’s a good answer, I definitely want to have my own space when I have a house like I don’t want to share a fence with my neighbors and etc. I’ve never had that kind of Chex mix so I’ll definitely have to check them out next time I’m wandering the gas station for a snack! And sour cream chips are always a classic. I love YouTube essays and stuff like them, I have like a whole playlist of random videos I think would interest me that I watch when I remember I have it. It ranges from cooking, miniature building, ocean facts, how lava lamps are made/tech stuff from the past and just anything like that. I absolutely fell down a hole earlier this year and just binged Vsauce videos because they are so interesting! His “Did people used to look older video” was fantastic! And his series he used to do on his YouTube was so interesting! I recommend the one about the power of suggestion!

Speed round!! What are your favorite lyrics of FITF? I have so many!!!! I really love “Through my cigarette, a shadow of you sticks me to the carpet, try to ignore it.” And honestly all of Saturdays!!! I’m only gonna put that one since it’s the first that came to mind!

Since its fine lines birthday: which single from the album, as of right now in this moment, is your favorite? Watermelon Sugar, Adore You or Falling? I think mine would have to be adore you! It just makes me so happy and makes me want to dance so much!

Do you enjoy museums? Any kind! Science, art, history etc!! I always love a good museum day, especially science I think or contemporary art/art ones!

Do you enjoy the experience of going to a movie theater? I tend to like it as long as me and my friends are the only people in the theater usually! Which is easy to have happen if you go to a movie at a weird time!

Do you have a lot of things on your keychain, if you have one? I used to have way more things on mine but right now I just have like three keychains on one ring to be one and I just love having little guys/weird things everywhere, which I’ve made obvious in my past asks so of course my keychain is the same! I’m always on the hunt online/in thrift stores/garage sales for weird keychains

Alrighty I think I’m gonna cut it there! I hope you’ve had a wonderful few days and I’m sending love and good vibes your way!! I’ll talk to ya soon!!

-🎉❄️

Hii, honey!! Don’t worry about it!! I figured life got in the way!! Sending you all the love and good vibes as well!! 💕✨

I’m doing okay, for the most part!! Just getting the last minute details for my trip later this week!! It’s the calm before the storm that is going to the airport 🫠. I just wanna land on the island already.

Once we’re off anon, if you’re up for it, we should def. link up for some games!! That’d be so cool!! My brother was the same way; he kept getting sidetracked and took forever to get to the final boss only for him not to be able to beat it either, from the last time I had spoken with him about it. Ooooo, fable! I’d have to look into that!! One of the earliest memories I have of playing video games was when I got my first game boy color! I had so many games raging from Kim Possible to That’s So Raven to Power Rangers!! It’s always the knock-off games that come from the larger franchises that are just 😙👌 Lol.

Man, I wish our low of the week was around 40°F!! The lowest the temps. are getting this week are 20°F 🥶. Honestly, as long as it doesn’t snow, I’m fine with the cold!! The tediousness of having to shovel the snow off the main sidewalks/parking spots on the road become so tiresome. That, and my car doesn’t do well on icy roads so :/

The happiest of birthdays to fine line indeed 🥳💙💕. That album has such a special place in my heart!! I hope so too!! Are you seeing Louis next year, by chance? I can’t wait to see him in philly!!

My one friend from high school was very much into VSauce!! I’d have to give them another go! Speaking of recommendations, I passed by target earlier this week and got a copy of Project Hail Mary to take with me on the plane!! Once I get pretty far in it, I’ll def. give you my thoughts on what’s happening thus far!!

Speed Round Answers!!! Fav. Lyrics off of FITF? My fav. Song is Chicago, but the lyrics to All This Time really speak to me in a whole different way!! It’s straight poetry!! Everyone’s probably said it already but the lyrics “the friends we make, the love it takes, it’s worth the pain (worth it all this time)”. It’s all just *chief’s kiss* (I agree with you about Saturdays tho!! It’s the one song that took a little longer for me to get into, but it’s so great!!). Fav. Single off of Fine Line? I have to agree. Adore You is very good!! It’s probably my fav. Music video as well!! If “She” were a single, I’d say her lol!! It should have been a single, in my opinion!! It would have went so hard!! Opinions on Museums? I enjoy a good museum. My fav. Types are the ones that deal with sculptures/installations!! During my junior year of college, my 3D art professor took our class to a sculpture park as well as an indoor installation where the artist used neon lights as one of its main elements!! Here’s a picture of what I mean!! I can’t really explain it very well lol.

I’m all in for interactive museums!! Keychain accessories? As of right now, my keychain consists of a bunch of random house keys, car keys, and a keychain from Puerto Rico that I got last year of a frog resting on a tree trunk. It’s very basic in comparison to what I usually have.

I have a questions for you!! When was the last time you laughed so hard, you almost cried?! 🎄✨

[thefeatheredcreature]

WARNING: LAS NEVADAS LORE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, i made this post right here:

Well, iguess who made this theories was right lmao But dream was cool in this👍

But MANNNN ITS WAS SO GOOD!!!!

LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT LMAO

But well just my thoughts and maybe a "theory" i guess

Im sorry but purpled saying "all you do is lie" i just remembered of "all woman do is eat hot chip and lie" LMAO

i guess charlie just thought about it "all humans do is betray people, eat hot chip an lie >:(" lmao

AND THE SLIME ARMY MAN OH MY GOD This was crazy, i would never have guessed that he would do that Quackity needs a hug and therapy Well its was his way to cope lmao

BUT MANNNNNN about that c!charlie being self asure i love that it makes my dapduo entusiast heart sad But i love that, he notices that when purpled was using him, quackity was doing too They just enjoying his naive nature to use him

And he wanted this to stop, but also he wanted to make realize that quackity is not a good person, it looks like that charlie still cares about him and wants him to change liek in this "legacy is all you leave behind, and i hope you leave a good one" HE WANTS HIM TO CHANGE XJSNNZBSJSBS

I wonder where the goopy man is, is he in a hole or a dumpy cave? Is he still going to watch the humans? Idk

AND ALSO FOR THE SLIMECICLE CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ENJOYERS Dont know if you noticed this but i think that when c!charlie says "I saw empires rise and fall and they strongest people fall with them" Its looks liek that he is referring to the thing he said in his "Minecraft but every 5 minutes theres a natural disaster" that he said "I saw empires rise and fall, and i fell with them" Brooo i got so crazy and he said that in the stream i was like "SCU SCU SCU"

But well its was a great stream!!! I got a pain in my chest because of the axiety that gave me but it was great lmao, AND CHARLIE IS SO GOOD AT ACTING HOLY SHIT MAN

Well i have never stayed in the offline chat before a stream starts so its cool :D

Now excuse me, i will search for all the new posts in the slimecicle tag 👍

[social-mockingbird]

let them eat croissants

(eleventh doctor x reader) 

inspired by true-ish events and The Bells of Saint John. Matt Smith on a swing set lives rent-free in my head. 

author’s rec while you read: hush by lasse lindh

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Stomp.

Fling.

Silent, supersonic scream.

...

Nope. 

You still feel like crap. 

And you still have six hours left in the day before you won’t be a grandma for going to bed.

Garbled phone calls. Misplaced paperwork. Grumpy clients. An especially degrading talking-to from one of the counselors. The universe had conspired to make this day emotionally and physically draining. You hadn’t even had time to cry in the bathroom during lunch, and now you don’t have the strength to.

Your stomach growls. Great. On top of how crappy you feel, you’re hungry, and it’s a half-hour walk home, in heels, because your ride isn’t the sort to wait around for your shift to end.

You tear off your shoes and stalk, stockinged, down the sidewalk, because you’re having a tantrum, and a little October wind isn’t going to stop you. The empty swings in the playground across from you squawk like lost chickens.

Wait. Almost empty.

Your eyes trail from the laced boots to the patterned socks, up the ridiculous pants, the striped shirt and tweed jacket combo, hover for a moment on the cheery red bowtie, and lock onto a pair of kaleidoscope eyes, watching you.

The Doctor waves a paper bag in your  direction, the food inside emitting a tempting crackle.

He had waited for you.

Almost without realizing it, you’re padding across the street, picking your way through the cheap wood chips scattered across the play area, and plopping onto a swing beside the Doctor, curling a hand around the chains. The other hand soon holds half a rapidly disappearing croissant.

“Rough day, hmm?”

You nod, absently annoyed at a run in your stocking.

“Thanks for the food,” you say through a mouthful, meeting his eyes again. Those beautiful eyes that broke your heart and rebuilt it in a day. The friendliest, saddest eyes you knew.

“Ah, well. Marie A. owed me a favor.”

This makes you snort, because of course this wasn’t any run-of-the-mill bakery pastry. You should have known by now that munching on delicious 18th-century relics was commonplace when you were with him.  

His face splits into a relieved grin when you laugh.  

“There she is. I was worried when you came out all stormy and supersonic.”

Reaching over, you twine your fingers with the Doctor’s, kicking your heels together. You allow yourself to straighten and breathe for what feels like the first time all day.

“Thank God it’s Friday,” you say with feeling. “Can we eat dinner?”

“Oi! Are the favors of the Queen of France not enough for you?”

“Not nearly enough, when all you’ve had is a smoothie since noon.” You grin at him. “Got any other favors in your inventory?”

Oh, that smile was going to kill you one day, but for now, you let it be your oxygen.

“I think I can rustle something up,” he says, straightening his bowtie.

Hello there! Welcome to my blog. I like your shirt. 

While writing this, I got sucked down a shallow rabbit hole and ended up reading articles on Marie Antoinette’s favorite foods. Heaven forbid she give the Doctor French bread rather than a canon trademark croissant. 

(I just referred to history as “canon”. Help me.) 

 Also, good old Marie A. was not the one to say “let them eat cake”.

It was River Song.

Probably.