#operation crumb cake

[not-buffalo-marshmallow]

"In the UK, they call it a foon" is my FAVOURITE pnf line to quote but unfortunately whenever I quote it NO ONE gets it and they all think I'm just fucking saying that do you SEE my problem here

Anyway shout out to Kim Roberson and Mike Bell for writing that line bc it's genius.

[masterdizzi]

Phinabella Episodes tier list (or episodes where Phinabella play a MAJOR role) "I scream, you scream" and "Canderemy" do not count

[mysteriesofmilo]

Ooh, this one is tough... Oh, There You Are, Perry has the best song in season 2 not named Summer Belongs to You, but Perry Lays an Egg has Perry actually skipping out on foiling Doof because "[his] evil plan isn't good enough for you to foil?" and Doof chasing him down in a desperate attempt to... be foiled.

There are too many episodes to seed. Please help me out (11)

[drconstellation]

The Ineffable Ducks

What's with all the ducks in Good Omens that Crowley seems to be inordinately fond of? Turns out, they do have a narrative purpose, they're not just in there as a running joke about Crowley's fondness for the animals of Earth.

They appear in both S1 and S2, and get mentioned in several seemingly random places. Like, really random. There are quite a few in St James Park, where the ducks live, where the international spies also clandestinely meet, where Aziraphale and Crowley meet on several occasions, and where Crowley and Shax have a meeting, exchanging information in S2E1.

Ducks also get referred to here, when Aziraphale suggests they use humans to search and spy out the missing Antichrist, but Crowley insists it will be near impossible because suspicion slides off the boy like water off, what ever water slides off, because he has an automatic defense system.

The he remembers the ducks(!) later in the Bentley when they discuss using their respective networks of highly trained human operatives (Shadwell and the Witchfinder army), and Aziraphale asks if Crowley has a better idea than his. "Ducks!" Crowley suddenly utters.

The ducks that are always there, that you see but don't see, gathering bread crumbs, when any kind of surveillance or secret spy work is being discussed.

Nah, I thought, it couldn't be a sly ref to this famous cartoon by Larson, could it?

Aziraphale and Crowley are always afraid that someone is watching, or listening to everything they do, from both sides. I mean isn't that partly why we got the ending we did in S2, because they have had to be so covert with their communication to each over the centuries they've forgotten how to speak plainly to each other?

Heaven has definitely been watching...

And Hell certainly noticed Crowley's act of kindness in the Edinburgh cemetery, swiftly summoning him to Hell for punishment after his kind deed on behalf of Elspeth.

Then when the duo meet in again 1867 Crowley wonders if "ducks have ears" before declaring they must do - that's how they hear other ducks. So its no surprise that when Crowley asks Aziraphale for holy water that he writes the request on a piece of paper to hide it from those invisible ever-present watchers they know are never far away.

When we come to the start of S2, where Crowley is slouched in St James Park once more, reading the Tadfield Advertiser, and yelling at the Azerbaijani secret agents for feeding the ducks bread. Crumbs, it was alright to do this in the book, and S1, why is wrong now? Has Crowley suddenly become woke and caring for the ducks? Nah.

There's a lot more to it than that. I realized this is the missing Grain offering from my post about altar offerings (see The Altar of Eccles Cakes) in S2. A Grain offering represents a voluntary expression of devotion to God - or the other side you're supposed to be aligned with, in this case.

Shax is part of this scene, discussing the latest news from below, and she mentions some special intel that Hell has received, from their own secret squirrel network. Of course they would meet in St James Park to discuss this, along with all the other spies. While Shax tries to get some intel out of Crowley about what might be going on in Heaven, because she knows he has contact with a certain angel who owns a book shop, Crowley responds by refusing to show any devotion to his former side at this point, and isn't going to give any information away that could be useful. He also doesn't have any intel at this point, anyway, but he's not going to give that away either! Heaven and Hell are toxic, and no one should be going anywhere near them, in his opinion. So stop feeding them that devotional bread!

After Shax asks what they should be feeding the ducks, he eventually says "Frozen Peas. It's good for them, they like it."

The short period of "peas" since they stopped the impending Apocalypse has been enjoyable, and good for Crowley and Aziraphale, but the forced meeting with Beelzebub later that day soon jolts Crowley out of any complacency when they indicate that the "generalized understanding" Crowley thought they had with Heaven and Hell after the body swap to leave them alone, the one Aziraphale-as-Crowley negotiated, while asking for a rubber duck, no less, was looking very shaky and fragile indeed.

And one more random duck ref to discuss.

I was inspired to write this section by lalalunamoth's post calling Muriel a duckling imprinted on Crowley, and of course I did not save it, did I, and a search does not bring it back up again (found it!), so if you're reading this, or know that post, please let me know! I read it, and thought, cute, but nah, then realized that Muriel was sent on a surveillance mission to Whickber St to ascertain the truth of Aziraphale's 25 lazurii miracle. And she did act as the eyes of Heaven, writing up some reports, called Crowley "grice," then followed him around during his escapade in Heaven just like a duckling following a grumpy gander drake while he did his own surveillance measures in a Tactical Turtle neck, channeling his best imitation Sean Connery voice (have you noticed that as well, people?)

No, no, the op wasn't wrong - those big cross ducks, er grice geese, they make good guard dogs, no?

With special mention to Crowley acting as a surveillance duck just prior to this, and Mr Brown doing his own "spying out" of Aziraphale.

To finish this meta, there is one other figure who notably offered the ducks bread, in the book. This passage, which is surely relevant to S3, but didn't appear in S1, shows another character still devoted to God in a way. Lets give Death the final word:

Crowley: "Maybe it's it's all part of a great ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don't bother to answer. if we could understand, we wouldn't be us. Because it's all - all - "

INEFFABLE, said the figure feeding the ducks.

"Yeah. Right. Thanks."

[marshmallowprotection]

it’s 2am and i need my daily dose of angst

what are the most angstiest hcs you have for the choi twins? like genuinely heartbreaking ones

TW; Eating Problems, Emetophobia, Body Insecurity, Survivor's Guilt, Life Attempt / The Explosion, and the expected past-abuse warning for the Choi twins.

Ray physically recoils and sobs whenever his red roots start to come back in. A part of him is happy to see it because he thinks he may be able to have his original hair back someday, someday when all of the things his Savior told him are in the past and it's revealed that all of it had been a misunderstanding. He wants to believe that he'll be happy with Saeyoung again.

It's an overwhelming moment, but it's over just as soon as his fingers touch the vibrant red.

It burns.

It burns like he's been sent to Hell, and he screams. "Not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair!" Images of lies burn through his mind as the worst of the worst begins to settle in. Every vicious lie Rika told him tangled in with the images he's seen of his brother in the RFA, laughing, having fun, and living a life without him that he promised he'd never lead on his own.

Ray was abandoned, forgotten, and left behind.

This red is wrong.

This face is wrong.

These eyes are wrong.

This body is wrong, wrong, wrong—

The bleach burns his scalp before he has time to process what he's doing. He doesn't care how he removes the color, just that the color is removed as soon as possible, and that's why there's traces of pink in his hair... it's not intentional. It's what he misses every time he tries to stripe the color from his head. He always misses a few spots, and it's a damn wonder his hair doesn't look more patchy, but frying the color out of his scalp makes the bad feeling go away.

Until it comes back, of course.

Suit Saeran makes the sweetest of desserts. He makes them so he can stare at them just like he did in his childhood memories. The cake you saw in the dead of night when he mocked you? That cake is what his Mother used to make a mockery of him when he was hungry and all he had to eat was old slices of white bread. He hates white bread... he hates it so much because it tastes like the driest crumbs he had to eat to survive alongside Saeyoung.

You want to know the worst thing about salivating at a treat you're not allowed to have? You want it. You still want it even though you've been told you'll never be able to have what you want. You want it so bad that you'll run over every scenario in your mind to find a way to eat the smallest dollop and not get in trouble for it.

If you've spent a long time staring at something, you've imagined every scenario in the book to get into your clutches... and do you want to know the worst thing about those treats Saeran made to "taunt" you? He didn't eat them, either. He didn't eat the sweetest strawberry cake... he couldn't. Because, he remembers what it felt like to have food after denied for a few days after being brought to Mint Eye.

...And when he stopped screaming, they brought him food... and in that variety of food was a meal that anyone who was starving out of their mind could only dream of. You know what happened the exact second he took a bite of the sweetest thing on the place? It... tasted wrong. Every time he makes this particular treat, it tastes like poison. So, not only was he tormenting you, he was tormenting himself, that cake ended up on the floor because it tasted WRONG.

WRONG WRONG WRONG.

MINT EYE IS WRONG.

WRONG WRONG WRONG.

VAE Ray spent a few days in the rubble. It's a wonder he was able to survive in the first place. Jihyun had an operation to save his life from the elixir AND the stab wound. He was in the hospital for at least two to three days, and the only person who could've found him happens to be the same person who brings him out of the country to heal and recuperate for two and half years.

Can you imagine what it felt like to be in the rubble of a building you intentionally destroyed? To lay there for hours as the ash, soot, and God knows what else floated in the air all around you? To know that you can't do anything right, that you can't DIE RIGHT, and all of the people who promised they'd never leave you—left you?

To be unable to scream out for help because your lungs feel charred, to be unable to move because your entire body has been scorched from one side to the other? What was the meaning of your life? All you can do is lay there in the rubble, sobbing, because you can't get up, and every time you fade in and out of consciousness, you think it might be for the last time and maybe you'll be at peace next time and not wake up.

Or, maybe you are dead and this is just the hell you deserve to be in because you were never good enough for heaven, that's what you feel the longer you stay there... and you know the worst part? When Ray is found by Jihyun, it's not relief he feels, it's anger and fear, because he thinks Jihyun was sent there to mock him, bringing him false hope to believe he wasn't abandoned, but also fear, because part of him really didn't want to die but he saw no other option.

And underneath all of that?

Relief that feels like delusion because someone came back for him but it feels like it's too late to save his life.

SE Saeran doesn't sleep well at night. He lashes out, he kicks, and he screams. He has night terrors about Mint Eye. He has nightmares all about that place no matter how far away he is from that building and what it did to him. He has episodes where he wakes up and thinks he is back in his office, trembling, shaking, and his body pushes him to look for his desk to start working as soon as possible because he isn't in the mood to be punished again.

Nothing can stop these episodes, and while he is getting therapy and doing better during the daytime, nothing stops his nightmares, and it does keep him from sleeping with his possible partner. He has to stay in his own bed, possibly even his own room, while you video call each other from other sides of the house, and as painful as that is, it helps him feel safer than he would if he were to hurt you during one of the episodes.

God, you want to know the worst ones?

It's when he wakes up, screaming, and he has no choice but to sprint into the bathroom his brother built into his room to help him feel way more in control over his environment. He's sick, and once he's able to pull himself away from the toilet, he spends the next half-hour trying to burn his hands to remove the sticky feeling of V's blood from both of his hands.

He's trying to remove the feeling of Saeyoung's blood away from his hands, too. He has flashbacks about that day all the time, thinking his brother is dead and V is dead and it's all his fault and he needs to get rid of the blood because it feels wrong, and he's wrong, and he's just a PAWN WHO NEVER MATTERED BECAUSE—

RIKA SAID SHE WANTED HIS BROTHER. NOT HIM. SHE WANTED TO USE SAEYOUNG. NOT HIM. "USE" HIM. IT WAS NEVER REAL. IT WAS A LIE.

ALL A LIE.

Saeyoung can't stop looking over his shoulders no matter where he is. He can't stop looking. It doesn't matte where he is. He has to have a full view of the room he's in, and that means he spends his time on his phone looking for camera feeds and other means to control what he can in his environment. It's nice when he's in his bunker because he has a defense system and cameras all over the place. He's ready for war if it comes to that.

But, it's a horrible way to live your life, isn't it?

To be afraid and know that this paranoia you experience isn't just some fear you have that has nothing to warrant. His paranoia has a reason to exist and it doesn't matter when the party's over and his Father is out of the picture. He pissed off a lot of people during his years in the agency, and until all of those people are out of the way, he can't stop being afraid of losing his life, or being the reason why his loved ones lose their.

He has nightmares, too.

He wakes up in the dead of night, searching for the modified tablet on his bedside table, and he can't breathe until he checks the feed to make sure that nobody's come in or out of the house. Saeran doesn't mess with the system. In fact, SE Saeran doesn't want to touch any technology anymore, so Saeyoung never has to worry about his baby brother sneaking out or tampering with the system to leave.

But, still, he has to CHECK EVERYTHING.

Twice.

God forbid his MC left the room to get water and didn't leave him something to show they would be right now before he could check his system. I think you have to help him implement a system for his fears. He knows it can be overwhelming, he knows that most of his requests or fears come across as controlling, and God knows he is trying his best to be better about this, but... for his peace of mind, it's nice to know you left a plush or an object on your bed to say, "I'm just in the other room. Don't worry."

...He can't stop thinking about the damn near week he spent in that humid, agent-infested warehouse. His paranoia got that much worse after that experience. That's the nightmare he wakes up from most of the time if it's not about his childhood. That's what sets him off to be paranoid for the rest of the night. The fear of being cornered with not a single weapon to protect himself.

God forbid it happen to you or Saeran, too.

[yandere-kittee]

Time well spent|| Leona Kingscholar x Gn! Reader

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❦Contains: Suggestive content? , biting/marking, fluff (Leona being ooc? I'm so sorry) established relationship.

A/n: It's literally been so long since I've last posted,and I want to apologize, life is so busy, I have nothing to write and now I have fully put focus into something new as inspiration 😍

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It was a tiring day, you had nothing else to do as it was the weekend and you didn't have any pending works that you needed to do that Crowley had, gracefully, entrusted into you, so you we're free to do what you want!

Hence why Leona saw it as an opportunity to whisk you away before anyone else got the opportunity to do so.

Turns out, Leona had planned out do some things for the two of you to do together and he's just been waiting for the opportunity to take you out, so it would truly just be the two of you.

"So..how long have you been planning to take me out? You seem like you've got the whole day planned out. " You say with a teasing tone in your voice, your lips forming a wide grin as you watch him turn away from you, but you could feel his grip on to your hand tighten just ever so slightly for you to notice it.

"Shut it herbivore and just enjoy this day that I had painstakingly planned out, so don't worry about anything. " he huffs, taking you out of campus grounds so that the two of you could proceed with the date, he first brought you over to a mall, the two of you were looking through shops together, just some window shopping.

BUT, Leona did bring over to this clothing shop so the two of you could look over some of the clothes inside, he got the two of you matching hoodies, where he got yours just a little bit bigger since he knows of how you like your hoodies just a larger size.

"What do you think? I look so great don't I? " You proudly proclaim when you twirl for Leona to see, he just looked you up and down with a judgemental stare with his arms crossed over his chest, "More like a burrito, your hoodie might as well eat you up whole. " he grins, only for his smile to turn into a frown when you kick his foot, "What!? It's the truth! " he exclaims.

After that, the two of you wander around tI'll you find this open area of the mall where a bunch of kids were riding these machine operated animal rides, the two of you looked at each other and next thing you knew it, the two of you were riding a fast animal in circles.

The kids and parents looking at the two of you weirdly while the two of you are having the time of your lives.

After expelling your energy and some money on animal rides, the two of you went to a restaurant that had just opened, it gave off old diner vibes you'd seen back at home but it was still a great establishment, the food and drinks were good and so were the desserts.

"This is so good! " You exclaim with a mouthful of cake, Leona chuckles as he looks at you, taking a bite out of his cake as well, "Yeah, you sure look like it with cake all over your face! " he says with a wide grin on his face.

"Ah! Why didn't you tell me!?" You scramble to wipe away at any cake frosting or crumbs on your face, "Hold on.." Leona says as he grabs your face, making you face him as you stare at him wide eyed, next thing you knew it, Leona licked away the stray cake crumbs or frosting you might've had on your face, was it too late to say that sitting next each other was a bad choice or..?

"Mm, maybe I should've gotten that flavor too. " he says oh so casually.

The day ended with the two of you taking a walk around the park with the both of you holding each other's hands, it was cool outside and it was so nice to be able to grab some fresh air every once in a while, you sigh as you feel the cool wind against your skin, "Thank you for today Leona..I really needed this. "

"Yeah, it's no problem. Just make sure to keep your promise that you can stay over at my dorm with me for the night. " he says.

It's not like you had anything else to do, and you'd already stocked up on tuna for Grim to eat if you we're to stay over for the night, "Okay okay, I will, I dot break my promises Kingscholar." You say teasingly.

When the two of you got back at NCR, you find yourself changing into some spare clothes of Leona before settling into bed with him, his face to your chest while you run your hands through his hair, it was such a peaceful moment between the two of you, the date having tired you out since you two spent the rest of the day outside.

Leona buried his face in the crook of your neck to be able to inhale your scent, there was just something about your scent that calmed him, if it was the aspect of your scent that calmed him, or the fact that it's your scent. It didn't matter.

"You're such a baby when we cuddle like this. " you coo as you hold his face in your hands, his eyes looking up at yours, you place a kiss on his forehead before letting him go to let his face be buried against your neck once again, you could feel his hot breaths against your neck as he breaths.

"Hey,do you want to-Ah!" Your sentence was cut off when you felt a sharp bite on your neck, Leona had bit your neck before licking the spot that he bit, "What was that for!? " you say as you hit the back of his head, warmth spreading on your cheeks as you could feel his her tongue run itself against your skin.

No answer, all he did was left more marks on your neck, as you fought the urge to pull at his hair.

"At least do it in spots where no one can see! "

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Hehheh There will be more of twisted Wonderland content coming, it would just be a matter of time when I will be posting them. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to drop a follow for more content like this! ♥︎

[cometcrystal]

in the norm robot love episode doof tells him to ask the lady robot what her sign is, and if she says sagittarius, to run in the other direction

in operation crumb cake, monogram says that he is a sagittarius

there's lore here

[vuetyris]

Jade Shadows related thoughts tm

For context; fandom active since 2016, with various hc & fics

I record all my first runs in case I miss anything or need to refamiliarize myself, but in brief I like it for what it is. Would've liked a more direct content warning than just 'motherhood' which can include a VARIETY of things.

But especially as someone critical on DE's tendency with smaller stories (and hoping between mediums of story telling), I went in with no expectations besides it being Stalker related. That whatever happens doesn't conflict with personal hcs, they can split off etc, and did not share an expectation that it'd be lgbt+ rep JUST off the expectation of it being released during pride month. Feels unhealthy to go into it expecting a certain outcome from a big company's story telling, especially on the premise of release timing. Just icing on the cake if it is :)

Historically DE has issue with smaller scale stories; they have high ambitions and not a lot of restrictions where they put their resources. From the Simaris Scans, the Prime logs, the various scanning stories, EVEN NIGHTWAVE, which has only to date had three story sets. There's a lot of crumbs of their ideas that don't work or aren't able to work on in a constant rhythm. So not just tooting my horn that "DE is trying their best with what they got", they fumble constantly, and their limits just happen to only be "what resources (money, time, and people) do we have".

I still remember them wanting to do Railjack and TNW all in ONE PACKAGE, in ONE UPDATE, before the pandemic kicked them in the ass.

Again before tangent of historic context; I liked Jade Shadows for what it was, a brief three mission jaunt around as the Stalker. Whom for all intensive purpose of the story is not shown to be very caring of others, and in context at the point out for the tenno for the slaughter. Jade gives context for why Stalker is like that TM; Stalker is selfish, self-serving, unwilling to ask for help, and the only person that spoke up was the Old War Relic that fed his daughter to the Orokin and did nothing to stop his son from succumbing to the same fate by the same man.

Hunhow and Stalker both have issues and it kinda feeds off one another, and Jade didn't deserve the double-wammy. Its a dark story brought of the world ruined by the Orokin and their colonizing empire that ripped up ever resource they could before setting the Sentients out whom they built to be rued of their reproduction if they traveled back through the void. Body autonomy and societal abuses has been a constant theme throughout warframe, and that means sometimes its uncomfortable! That's good! Fiction is a tool to analyze the uncomfortable spaces in a safe manner, and allow the viewer to step away if they need to.

Was it done well? No, it has room for improvement, it could've involved Jade more as an active role instead of just relegated to Stalker's manpain, but its done better than other media who sole purpose from the get-go is some dude's mainpain. Relegated to the end was that Jade and Sorren were both seemingly glad for it, but there was a hesitancy alike to Dagath's situation. It wasn't socially -allowed-, and may or may not be in relation to why they were both transformed to warframes. And may be what was referred to before of Stalker being a 'low guardian'. We may not, or may never, know his mental state at the time, but the weight of the Orokin empire still hung over him as the system changed.

I wish there was more of Jade than just having her laying there as a story piece honestly :( More of her relation to Sorren, why she still stayed with him, more than just as a vessel for the story, you know, give more oofm to the ending of her becoming one of the jade light and a techno-organic baby left in her wake. Her relation to Stalker after the war where she had to save his ass from a default Excalibur. But we didn't and I'm sad. :(

AS FOR the labor section; preempting with how operator got wrapped up in the situation by Stalker coming in and demanding help by the end of his scythe; the circumstances forced to comply just like how the Orokin would do before with others. Stalker is just the same as the 'golden lords', replicating the same cycle of abuse that society saw as normal.

Did I like the thought of teenage character being subjected to the outcome of the events of: society defying pregnancy -> body transformed to a low guardian as punishment -> (potential implications of depending on an abusive system for support, akin to military service to access health care and financial support where if you did not engage you aren't allowed to access) -> Death of the terrible system of oppressive and colonial Orokin empire -> Unwilling to change for the changing society, and unwilling to engage with other victims of the same exact system -> Prolonged inaccessibility to the necessary care to survive a difficult pregnancy until the very last moment?

No; I would've preferred the Drifter if it had to be engaged with, at least in the touchy aspect of child/teenager + pregnancy/labor. It at LEAST has the detachment that they're not actively going through it, it doesn't come with the specific body-autonomy horror of carrying another life to term - which is something I would've preferred more.

BUT CONSIDERING, how within USAmerica legislators have been stripping that same body autonomy from afab people, allowing far worse to happen than just "press button to go into labor" its good to have such difficult topics handled! Because shaming it, disallowing conversations around it, or even shaming the 'thought' around even the briefest of acknowledgement, is no better than the pro/anti fandom bullshit that are two extremes of tolerance or intolerance.

As a story beat it stripped both the player and the operator of body autonomy for that ONE moment; an operator that had put a brief trust in helping the Stalker, to help a warframe with an affliction they had no idea of going in.

And, said as personally, as uncomfortable as it may be, it also speaks into the moment of an adult coercion of a child or teenager. He walks in and asks for help with a scythe aimed at the person they ask for help, it's not a plea, its a demand, to which the details are never discussed. Especially under a guise of 'don't want to say no' isn't easy to get across in a quick way within dialogue, so they leave it to interruption. And so has to go along with it, no matter what happens, and it just end with an astral projection event of the results of such a predicament.

It's a dense cluster of subject matter that is hard to get across, and if it resonates or not, tasteful or not, its handled in a delicate way that other media would just fuck up with majorly.

I'm not touching the fandom built expectation that i'd be yoai. That's on ya'll getting riled up after witw and wanting token instead of what warframe has already been doing. LGBT+ as people instead of tallies.

[utilitycaster]

In the course of a couple of conversations I think I have hit on some of the fandom weirdness this campaign, and it's notable because I realized it when it was my answer to both a question about why the fandom response to "Party of NPCs" was pretty negative at the time but I don't think it would be now; and someone pointing out to me how there was a sudden massive spike of enthusiasm for Ashton and Fearne as a ship without a particularly large corresponding boost in any sort of fan works.

I suspect that many of the people who came to C3 as their first CR campaign came through the avenue of shipping; either because Shadowgast and Beauyasha both broke containment to some extent; because of TLOVM (which as a scripted TV show where they know the relationships and how they shake out, there can be foreshadowing), or because of the influxes of people shipping Imogen and Laudna circa May and September 2022. This is in contrast to Campaigns 1 and 2, where a lot of the fanbase came via D&D fandom, fantasy fandom, voice acting fandom, and more general word of mouth. This time, people showed up to ship; of that segment of the fandom, shipping is a major if not the primary way in which they interact with fiction.

Here's the truth: this is a terrible campaign for shipping, and indeed, one of the worst shows for shipping I've seen in a while. This, to be clear, is not a critique of quality. It's merely an observation that this is a terrible campaign for shipping specifically, but a great one for many of the myriad other reasons why one might watch long-form actual play. It's plot-heavy, with a pretty intricate network of laid groundwork over eight years of storytelling, two past campaigns, and two miniseries finally paying off. It's been heavy on showing the unexplored corners of the world in Marquet, rural Issylra and the Shattered Teeth. It's taken risks with the typical D&D campaign structure and with party composition and splits, to varying degrees of success. It's allowed a revisiting of beloved NPCs and locations from the past. It's the lore campaign! It's extremely not the shipping campaign.

I think most people have picked up on that by now, even if it's only subconsciously, and so those who watch with the express intent of shipping, are grasping at the most tenuous of straws because that's pretty much what they have. Two canon ships and one noncanon but hinted-towards ship are with guest characters who are not present and so are necessarily very quiet. Chetney and Fearne is a lot of fun but it does not fit the usual shipping-above-all preferences of monogamous love to marriage/partnership to babies, plus Chetney is weird and old. (This has always been an issue with this mentality, incidentally; for all I think the popularity of Shadowgast is why some of these people are here, the fact of the matter is that many of the people who like Shadowgast like a completely foreign to canon concept operating under that name that erases the frequent long-distant nature and the almost certain lack of children and the deliberate choice to end the relationship amicably due to different needs.) However you may feel about Imogen and Laudna it is incontrovertible that there's been little to no movement in what is now a calendar quarter. And so: two people doing something that is not explicitly romantic while two other characters say "emperor and empress" is a paltry, miniscule - and I hate to use the word but no other will do - crumb; but it is a crumb to a starving populace.

In case my feelings aren't abundantly clear...I say let them eat cake. I enjoy ships and shipping! I enjoy seeing characters recognize themselves through the other and develop over time as they fall in love with another character; I enjoy seeing a deep romance unfold slowly so that I can savor it. But this campaign just doesn't really have that, and that's never been the most significant reason I watch, let alone the main one. I'd rather have no romantic relationships in a work than rushed ones that strain credibility or lack chemistry, and those who do want romance can either find other shows, or focus on transformative work. For those who came to Campaign 3 on the basis of rumors of the great romances in Campaigns 1 or 2, those are still there for you! And while I think we're too far in for a campaign-length romance, there are plenty of ways for the existing ships to become something more interesting. But I think this explains a lot of the weirder patterns in the fandom conversation as of late.

[ignoremeimnothere]

Hiiii

Can you please write a pedro×reader?

They are fighting really hard on something and suddenly pedeo grabs and kisses her?

The Way He Loves

Hey Anon, thank you VERY much for the request. I tried and failed lolz. I am so sorry I gave you mere crumbs when you deserve the whole cake, this ended as a hot MESS. Completely not read through, probably containing horrible incorrect Spanish (feel free to correct me) and not at all what was intended but it IS sad girl hours. But for the sake of things let's add this to the ‘hopefully I’ll revisit this and improve it’ file. Requests will always be open! Operation keep writing until I become adequate resumes! (Also if you have noticed I'm reposting this a day later it's because I forgot to post it as an answer because I am a moron.

‘Well leave then’

Pedro rolls his eyes keeping his posture leant against the bedroom door frame. You were having one of your episodes where you tried to push him away because he was getting too close. See Pedro was from a family that learned how important it was to talk and be open. You were not. Bottling emotions and resisting vulnerability was how yours functioned. 

It had been a long process to get to this point with Pedro. He basically lived with you, you had admitted that you were both in a relationship and you had allowed him to meet one of your closest friends. Pedro wanted more and he worked hard for it. Normally he could judge it perfectly, getting you to reveal another piece to your puzzle. But sometimes he stood on the landmine and your fight or flight kicked him right in the teeth. 

He calls your name trying to snap you from your thoughts. 

‘No go on, I don’t want you here, can you please leave me alone, thanks.’

You walk to the doorway slinking past him while his hand reaches for your arm, you yank your arm away making your way to the front door. Pedro runs his hand through his hair, he knew you acted like this because your heart hung heavy with pain. In the pieces you were gradually giving him he could see how much you cared and how badly you loved him. It took him some getting used to realising you said ‘I love you’ by making him his morning coffee, by sending him random songs you thought he would like and by always saving him half of whatever treat you got. 

He follows you, keeping a close eye on your emotions, you were on the cusp of working yourself up too far. You turned to see if he had met you once you were at the door. Looking him in the eye would have caused the tears brimming to fly down your cheeks, so you avoided his body, looking instead for how much distance was between your legs. He was close by so you reached for the handle and held it open for him. 

He calls your name again. You point your finger to outside not realising you were beginning to tremble, struggling to contain the devastation leaking out. You cleared your throat getting ready to give him a final command but before you can open your mouth Pedro grabs your arm. Your bodies slam into each other from Pedro throwing himself to you and gripping you into his arms. 

The dam breaks and you let it go. This whole ordeal you had started purely to avoid this. You were supposed to crumble to pieces alone, not in the arms of someone who clung onto you so tightly, trying to keep you together, someone who loved you. 

‘I’ve got you,’ He whispered into your ears. His own beginning to fall on you. ‘I’ve got you bebita’. 

He feels you look up for him, creating space he reveals your face, grabbing it and crashing his lips into yours. Once, twice, repeatedly until his message is received. He brings you back down to earth, back into your safe home, in the arms of the person who you also find yourself able to be homesick for. Despite you hating yourself for behaving this way, Pedro continued to console you, reminding you that it was another step towards being where you deserved to and wanted to be. 

~

You loved him so much, this man who was so used to love. Accustomed to telling his loved ones that he did love them accompanied with a tight hug had taken the time to adjust to you. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself and would have to squeeze you and tell you in the most obvious way he knew how. But slowly and surely he started speaking your language, he learned to tell you he loved you by holding your jaw when you kissed, by learning to cook your favourite food, by never complaining or rushing you when you allowed yourself to explore a shop that sold your favourite random things. Pedro also developed the habit of sneaking declarations of his love in between your conversations, sometimes completely out of the blue. 

He made sure not to reveal his tricks when your little spanish lessons commenced, confessing Te quiero con toda mi alma, Fuiste, eres y siempre serás, mi más bonita casualidad and ​​Mi corazón palpita como una patata frita. He relished in your inability to refute them. 

[mxtantrights]

oh, to be in it with you

This is splices of a long work I had drafted up years ago. That being said I tried my best to make it more of a wordy one-shot than an ongoing thing because I just don't think I could return to this original idea, but if you like this then come into my inbox and request something for our Harry Osborn.

Harry Osborn x fem!reader, spidey!reader

PRE SNAP

Sighing, you picked up your phone to answer the call. It was always something with that boy. As soon as you took the call he was speaking. You thinks it's the rich boy complex.

"-ay I know I said I wanted an espresso but I take it back." Harry spoke.

"Oh yeah? What do you want now?" you asks.

"Just a regular black coffee." he says.

"Really?" you asked. But you knew already.

"I'll venmo you for the trouble."

"Please do." you ended the call.

You just earned herself four bucks. You knew he would change his mind. That's how Harry operates. And also he can't handle sugar after ten in the morning.

You carried the two regular coffees in the paper tray and exited the cafe. The trip to MoMA had been canceled due to the weird donut in the sky that appeared not too long ago. No it wasn't normal but the superheroes were on it. They always were.

So while everyone else went home, or wherever, Harry and you stayed together and headed over to the Osborn building. You two were gonna fool around with the lab equipment, maybe make 3d printed donuts. What else was there to do?

The cafe, was located right across the street from the building. 

Harry was looking out the window when it began to happen. The scientists that were in the room with him started disappearing one by one. He didn't catch on until he saw it with his own eyes. What once was an employee was now dust.

You were waiting to cross the street when you heard her phone vibrating in your hand. It was under the coffee tray. You balanced it in one hand and looked at the screen.

Harry. You thinks that he just called, so surely he couldn't have changed his mind again. Maybe he just needs the coffee a bit more than he let on.

Weirdly you picked up the phone. "Harry I'm coming. Calm do-"

"Somethings wrong, everyone is disappearing."

"What ar-" you began to say as a man stepped up next to you, waiting to cross the street too. You looked over to see the man begin to crumble like crumb cake. The dark dust began to get swept up by the wind as you gasped.

"You have to get over here now." Harry pleaded with you on the other side of the line.

"i'm coming, meet me at the front door." you didn't hang up the call.

You dropped the coffees and looked up and down the street. The cars were stopping in the middle of it, people getting out. Dust was becoming everyone. Or everyone was becoming dust.

Carefully you ran across the street over to the building. Looking inside you could faintly see the familiar blonde boy approaching the front door. You began to run to it, to him, at that moment.

When you reached the door- he wasn't there. The faint trail of dust was all you could see. Your heart sank to your feet.

"Holy shi- Harry?!" you shouted to no one in particular.

Your hand grabbed the door handle but you couldn't feel it. You could see your hand begin to turn dark and begin to crumble. It didn't hurt as you fell to the concrete ground. 

It wasn't long before it was your arms then you legs.

Then you.

POST SNAP

The sound of your name is want brings you back.

"Can you hear me? Wake up!" a voice says.

Your ears started to ring as you opened your eyes. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Harry was in front of you, looking panicked and anxious. You looked around and saw- not your world. This was someplace else.

A deserted waste land. Red dirt, yellow skies. Two suns.

"Harry where the hell are we?" 

"I- I don't know. But there are other people here. I don't think we died. But this is- this is crazy."

"You think this is it?" you asked him, and he knew exactly what you meant.

In a world full of superheroes things were bound to go wrong. Dreadfully wrong. The attack on New York proved to everyone that nothing was out of limits. And now here we are. People turning to dust, waking up in a new world.

Harry shook his head. "No this can't be it. Theres no way- Tony Stark would never let this happen."

"What if it was out of his control? What if it's out of all of our control?" 

After that Harry did he best to calm you. Which included getting you off the floor, compartmentalizing the current catastrophe, trying to joke about his awful dad. And it worked.

For a while. You needed to be alone with your thoughts for a while.

You were walking as your eyes became watery. Osborn was doing what he did best, assembling a group of smart minds to get to the bottom of the situation. Which included you, you was the first mind he thought of actually, but you needed to take a moment.

Your arms were wrapped around herself as you walked in the foreign place. It wasn't like they were in a parallel universe or something. There was just nothing here except the red ground beneath them. There were dried trees with no leaves like the place had only known death. And there were so many people. 

You stopped after a while because you didn't want to get lost from Harry. So you stood underneath a tree, with your back pressed against the root. You thought that your body was actually vibrating from the fear. You held yourself even tighter. 

There were no avengers here. No Tony Stark to save them. You think that something must've happened and it must've been bad. Yo wonders about your parents and whether or not they are here too or if they were back home?

"Ah!" you yelped.

Your hand reached the back of your neck where the sudden pain was. You couldn't feel anything but the back of your neck felt warm. You squinted her eyes and looked up at the tree branches above you but there was nothing.

So you looked down.

And there in the red dirt was a twitching spider. It didn't look real honestly. It was black but on it's back there was a neon blue and purple hour glass. Like it was a cartoon or something. You bent over to get a better look at it but then something happened.

It glitched out of sight. Like when water is poured over a computer and the screen malfunctions. Theres a quick flicker of static and colors. The spider didn't come back.

You reached for the back of your neck again and thought to yourself. You hoped that the spider wasn't poisonous. The whole thought of being infected by a spider just irked you so much that you decided to go back to where Harry was.

You walk over to where he's assembled a group.

He's talking to someone on the side when he sees you. He pats them on the shoulder and makes his way over to you.

"Hey, your head cleared enough?" he asked.

You nodded. "I just wonder where everyone else is." 

Harry holds out his arm and you on instinct places yourself underneath it. He holds you close and rubs your arm. You know that it's in attempt to sooth you and you lets out a breath at the thought that you're with him during the midst of all of it.

"They're gonna save the day, they always do." 

You reach up to feel your neck again.

FIVE YEARS LATER

It happened all at once. One minute you were dozing off in the middle of a conversation with Harry and then everything around you changed. You awakened with a headache. You couldn't forget the whole dust thing and as soon as you remembered you jolted up from your position. 

You are on the floor. The floor of the Oscorp building.

A bunch of people are.

Harry.

You look around for him as you get to her feet. You couldn't help to see that the building looked different. The elevator that you used before was no replaced by a new one. The insides of the labs looked different. 

"Harry! Harry!" you shouted.

It wasn't him that came up to greet you. Instead it was a woman- a woman with a familiar face- that grabbed onto your shoulders. Her expression sad, shocked, a range full of emotions. 

"Oh my god it's you." she said and instantly latched onto you.

You grew confused at who the stranger was that was hugging you. You kept your arms at her sides and still looked for Harry. Until a whiff of perfume snuck up to your nose. The scent of Daisy by Marc Jacobs flooded your nose in an all too familiar way.

You know who wore that perfume? 

Oscorp's resident lab engineer, Melanie Malone. Melanie who had been given the job straight out of college. The same Melanie who's hair was always slicked back into a puff. 

You remove yourself from the woman's embrace to find that the likeliness isn't a coincidence. No.

Here is Melanie Malone. Standing in front of her. With dark circles under her eyes. And her hair grown out significantly. She didn't look like that same college girl who worked here. No she looked like a woman now.

"Melanie how long has it-" you began to ask but Melanie beat you to the punch.

"Five years." she answers.

Your whole body stilled at that. It wasn't long ago for you. It felt like a few hours. It felt like you had taken a nap. A weird nap in a weird place. But just a nap. How can it feel like that for you but for everyone else it's been five years?

Harry's voice cut through your thoughts. He's calling your name.

Your eyes moved franticly throughout the crowd that was forming in the lobby. You could see something moving towards you. Something fast. It didn't take long before you saw the long blonde hair.

Harry stopped when he reached you and Melanie. He stopped because he recognized Melanie- but not like this. 

"They're saying it's been five years- that can't be true right? It didn't feel like that for me. It felt like a couple of hours or something. How can this be possible?" He couldn't stop himself from the fear induced rambling, or his hands from trembling. 

You reached out to take his hands. "It was out of our control."

-

It happens when everyone is at the diner. Well, almost everyone. It's MJ, and Ned on one side. Harry and you on the other. Miles is in the bathroom. The bell to the front entrance rings out and you can see brown curls walking in. You know it's Peter. 

But then the feeling happens. The tingle that shoots from your spine to your head. And you're staring right at him. He's staring right back at you. He stops in the middle of the doorway too. You look away and try to distract yourself.

You gulp down your dry throat, which Harry notices.

"You good honey?" he asks.

And yes you're used to him calling you pet names. It doesn't mean you doesn't blush when he does it. MJ, close to the window now, notices it all the time but she doesn't say anything. 

You nods.

Peter slides in with Ned and MJ. And just as he does Miles is walking back and sliding in with you and Harry. No they didn't understand boundaries sometimes, and it shows. 

"Finally Parker. Anyways, so what are the plans for this weekend?" Miles asks.

"You don't remember? We have our trip to Europe." Ned says, pointing to himself, Peter and MJ.

Harry and Miles sigh while you nod your head. You all go to different schools so it's really weird when one of you has to explain to your families how you met. You remembers having to tell your father the whole story and even he was confused. 

You can feel Peter staring at you every few seconds or so.

"Oh wait I think I have a trip with my father coming up, oscorp business." Harry says.

Miles looks at you. "So it's just us'"

"You follow me around all the time anyways, nothin' new." you say.

Miles lightly shoves you and you shove him back. Then you remember your other plans for the night.

"I can't stay too late guys, I have to meet up with someone else later." you say.

Every head at the table turned. It's not because they all think you doesn't have friends. They know that you are the most friendly and kind person in their lives. However your social interactions are almost always limited to them.

Harry, Miles and MJ specifically.

"Is that so surprising? So mind boggling?" you say to the faces of surprise. 

"Do you have a date or something?" MJ asks.

MJ thinks, fuck it. Now is a great time to get into the whole Harry and you situation. There probably would be a better time, but when has loved sat quietly in the corner and wait for the perfect moment? Never, she thinks. Besides she was actually thinking about her feelings for Peter, and possibly telling him on their school trip.

Your eyes widen a bit. "No! I'm just meeting a friend-we're hanging out? I think?"

Miles laughs. "How do you think? You don't know?"

"Hey hey, she's allowed to have friends besides us," Harry starts and you sends him a small smiles before he continues, "but let's be mindful that I can get you Starbucks everyday."

Everyone at the table laughs at that. 

-

The first time you saw Harry's hands tremble you thought it was from the cold. So you did what any friend would do and took your own gloves off and handed them over. Of course, Harry wouldn't accept. Something about how the plaid pattern didn't match the 'vibes' from his coat. You rolled her eyes and shrugged your shoulders.

Harry never forgot that night. It was from then on he did his best to hide his condition even better. Especially from you, the girl he had fallen in love with several times over.

He tried his best, but you picked up on it from time to time. 

There was the time at the coffee shop when he was holding his black Amex. When he had taken it back from the barista, you could see the card shaking in his hands. He let a small grunt escape from his lips before slipping it into his wallet. 

You clapped his back softly before moving over to the pick-up station. Harry, with ray-bans attached to his face at that point, let out a sigh relief. 

Another appearance was during a study session. The two of you had been going strong for two hours until Harry suddenly wanted to do anything else. Even though you both had exams coming up, he began moving around his own house. Like he had misplaced something that he needed desperately at that very moment. 

The silence on your end was in part because you were watching him. And very subtly, his hands, out of your peripheral. You had been connecting the dots over some time now. How after you offered your gloves that one night, his shaking hands seemed to be a common occurrence. Or that one of them gets coffee for the both of them now. Or that he never hands you anything anymore.

You just laid out your textbook and notes on his coffee table and leaned back on his couch. With your head laid back, you asked if he wanted to order some take-out. His hand was shaking so much he couldn't take notes, you understood.

There was one time that he cannot hide it though. At the school dance- trivial, yeah he knows. He's pointing out that some kids are in the middle of spiking the punch bowl. And his finger is stretched out.

You takes one look at the kids before your eyes linger on his finger. His hand. His shaking hand. And you didn't have the words to speak about it with him, not when he worked so hard to deny it. You know that he doesn't have the words either. So you took his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. Well, the gym floor.

Not in the middle. Just a ways off from where they were on the bleachers. He instantly places his hands on your hips. Your arms reach up and dangle off the end of his shoulders. Harry is looking off to the side with a bit of a smirk.

"Oh don't you say anything Osborn." you say.

He shrugs a bit and looks at you. The heels gave you bit of an advantage that night. Your face is close to his. Not enough that your noses touch. But enough that you could feel his breath warm your cheeks.

"I just think you're trynna woo me a bit. I mean I'm flattered, but it's unneeded. I already write about you in my diary." he said.

You laughed. 

"Just the one?" she asked.

He smiled. 

He pulled her closer to him. The two swayed to the music in the gym. And you swore that he thanked you. Under his breath. Below the bass of a Jason Maraz song. You didn't respond, only squeezed him a bit tighter.

-

(dirty) Harry 

hey so I just got done with this seminar thing

wanna hang?

You snicker and type out a yes and asks for his location. Harry doesn't send it, he wants to know yours. After all he's got the driver. With a roll of your eyes, you drop your location. And you let him know that you'll wait in the bookstore.

Miles had something to do so the two of you wrapped up early. 

You go inside and the bell rings. Harry lets you know his ETA while you browse the store. After starting down the comedy section that is displaying twilight, you make a turn. As soon as you does, Maya sees a woman at the end of the aisle.

Your phone buzzes.

would you hate me if I said something just came up?

You sigh. You're about to type a response when you hear someone clear their throat. You looks up from your phone and it's the same woman. Except now she's closer. 

"Hi, can I just get," she points to the shelf, "in there?" 

You move to the side quickly, "sure, sorry about that."

"Nice jacket by the way. You a fan?" she asks.

You look down. Your jacket has the spider emblem on it. It wasn't really your choice. More like MJ had snuck a pocca pen session on your jacket one time. your phone buzzes again but you turn the screen off.

"Yeah, well he's pretty cool."  you say.

The lady smiles, "Yeah, but you're pretty cool too, aren't you?" 

There are a million alarms ringing in your head. Maybe more. But the bookstore isn't loud. You could scream and someone will hear. You backtrack to the front of the store. Where was the cashier at the front register?

Your phone buzzes.

"Are you the only one in here with me?" you ask.

The woman nods. 

"I don't want to scare you. I just wanted to offer you my card." she says.

She digs into her leather jacker pocket. Out comes a white card. Her hand extends out to you, who is weighting your options. Harry's earlier text buzzes your phone again.

You decide to take the card from her. 

MARIA HILL

xxx-xxxx

When you look up she's gone. And you gets that feeling on the back of her neck. The one you hate feeling. It makes your gut turn and twist. 

You stuff the card into your pocket and unlocks your phone. 

(dirty) Harry

sorry. do you wanna hang out later?

hello??

You press on the phone icon. You pull your phone up to your ear and it starts ringing. He picks up in a few seconds.

"Hey I'm sorry, something really did come up. I didn't mean to bail on you."

"It's fine H, but I think I might have to raincheck you." you answer.

"Ouch."

"Aw, poor baby. You won't believe me but something just came up."

"Uh huh. Well whatever it is, isn't me. So it can't be as amazing." he jokes.

"You're right rich boy. Oh speaking of which when do you leave with your dad for that business trip thing?"

"A few days, after everyone goes on that Europe trip. Why?"

"I was wondering if we could fit in one of our old city trips?" you ask.

"You just want me to use my money to get you into the museum." he says.

"Ah, you know me so well." you laugh.

-

You tucks her phone into your pocket as Harry comes over with churro sticks. He hands one to you while he bits off a mouthful of his own. It makes you look at him in pure concern, because you know that he tends to talk with his mouth full. He calls it resisting the etiquette classes from his childhood.

"Please don't choke on that." you say.

He makes a face, which earns him a smack on the shoulder. Harry holds out his arm and you links it with your own. The two of you begin to walk down the block. It's fairly empty as it's 11am and everyone is either trying to get to work or already there. 

When he finishes off chewing, Harry nudges you a bit with his shoulder. It makes you look up at him, which you often do. It's hard to not look at Harry, he's a pretty boy of course. But as one of a few people who have been up real close to his face, he has freckles. Very faint, but seeable.

"What are you and Miles gonna do with all this free time?" he asks.

You chuckle, "Miles was talking about hanging out with my dad. They've got that bond thing so."

"And you?"

"I'll probably read a book. Or two. And meet up with my friend." you answer.

"Is this friend hotter than me? I meant to ask when you first brought them up, but I figured I should hide my jealousy in front of our other friends." he jokes.

"Yes she is." you answer.

"Damn. I have some competition don't I?" 

You nudge Harry this time as you both end up at the end of the block. At the corner, you two watch two adults with their fingers intertwined and swinging cross the street. You're the one who started looking at them, Harry was looking at you and then followed your line of sight. 

The Osborn knows that one of these days he'll tell you how he feels about you. It wouldn't be a surprise or anything. He flirts with you all the time, and you flirt right back. Harry is just scared that at some point he'll have to share his other secret with you. He knows you knows and you just don't talk about it. But he knows.

So he does the next best thing.

He untangles your arm from his, which makes you look at him. With your focus on him he smiles.

"Can you hold this?" he asks.

You sees his hand formed into a fist and thinks he's talking about his change from the food cart. It wouldn't be the first time he's done this. He liked to make it a habit of letting you 'hold his change' and then he's at home and you're left with a couple of dollars. It's add up so much that you keep a jar at home specifically for him (that he doesn't know about).

You sigh and open your right hand to receive what you think is change.

Harry instead opens his fist and it's empty. He grabs your hand with his and interlocks their fingers. You look at your joined hands, up at him and then back at your hands. You fight back a smile and look dead ahead.

"If you wanted to hold my hand you should've asked."

"Thanks for indulging me anyways."

-

The music from the party blared throughout the apartment. It had to be a high school crossover. Uptown, downtown, midtown. A few kids from upstate and a few from across the turnpike. All packed into two levels of a brownstone. 

Drinks were flowing and snacks were being passed around. At some point someone was handing out caprisuns and it felt like a kindergarten party. Especially when they started shotgunning them.

"Hell I even think someone from Staten Island is here." Harry shouts over the music.

You shake her head, "That doesn't really count." 

You look at each other and share a quick laugh.

The two of you are at a party that only Harry was invited to. It was the night before he left for his trip with his father and he wanted to take the edge off. You knew that he just wanted to pretend for one night that he was normal. So you indulged him. 

You thew on the most festive outfit you had in her closet and met Harry at his place. He had told you to stop doing that, that he could 'send' for you' but you had a thing about using his driver so that was a definite no. 

Harry stood next to you the whole time. He hadn't known anyone personally, but they all seemed to know him. It was normal but it wasn't comfortable as he had put it once to you. Being famous for being the son of someone famous as kinda weird. 

-

The arch that Harry was standing under should have been enough. All the earthquake tips say so. But this wasn't an earthquake. This was an evil man, with alien technology and a point to prove. No one was safe.

You call out, "Harry! Don't move!" 

"If I don't move I'm toast!" he replies.

"Harry-" you begin.

Harry moves. From under the arch he runs to the center of the apartment. The floor has been proven unsteady the moment the fire had started. You weren't sure if it was because the fire had spread to the floor below or not. 

He runs and your perception slows down. It's like someone hit slo-mo on life. And every little detail is for display. The creaking of the floor boards, wood splitting in half. The heat of the fire, the orange glow it has set upon the walls. Harry's eyelashes and his pulsing heartbeat.

It shouldn't happen. It shouldn't be possible. But nothing seems to be impossible anymore. 

Iron man carrying a nuke through a wormhole. Thor, the actual God of Thunder. Sakovia. The Snap. Captain America on the moon.

You reach out- out of fear- to Harry. And his hand is no where near yours, neither is he. You're in one of the corners of the perished living room. He's barely reached the center of it. There should be no way.

But suddenly there is.

You can feel it all at once. It's the goosebumps on your arm. And the tingly feeling. The one you remember from childhood. You used to play with the static on the TV all the time. It was the exact same feeling.

Then his hand is in yours. You can feel it- him. He's shaking. You pull him in, encasing his body in your arms. 

And you do it again. This time, outside of the building. To the safest place you can think of. The pier. 

You let out a breath. Not once did you close your eyes. You were too scared to miss something. Harry did close his eyes though. They opened when he felt the cold breeze and smelt the ocean water. 

"He calls out your name.

He pulls back from you a bit. You're still holding onto him, not letting go. Harry looks around in utter shock. The bench the two of you usually sit at. The street lamp that, by the grace of Loki, is still working after decades. 

"Did I do it- I didn't think I could do it," you start and pulls yourself away from him, "Are you okay? You're not hurt right?" 

You start to examine him. And he's somewhere in-between shocked silence and inappropriate laughing. You cup his face with both hands. He might've lost an eyelash and enhanced a couple of freckles from the flames, but he wasn't hurt. He wasn't hurt.

You exhale.

"You just teleported us out of a fire!" he said.

"I-I know. It's just- I told you not to move Harry! I told you it wasn't safe! Why didn't you listen to me?" you weren't really asking.

Harry takes in a deep breath, "You saved my life."

"I- I saved your life."

-

(dirty) harry 

When I get back from this trip we have to talk about this

it's crazy and insane but we need to talk about it

and thank you again for saving my life

You sent back a message agreeing with Harry and wishing him a safe trip. Then you shut the phone off. Sleeping was going to be rough tonight. How did you save his life exactly? You can't put into words, it's inexplainable. But you could remember the feeling. The static, the fear and hopelessness. 

And then you did something about it.

Is that what you were supposed to do now? Something bad happens and you do something about it? 

You plug your phone into it's charger and rolled onto your back. Staring at the ceiling. It had been weird coming back and your home had been lived in by other people. You had a new room. All of your stuff was given away. There are people in New York that probably have a sweater you cared for dearly. 

The one thing that remained the same was the ceiling. A week after being brought back you recreated the ceiling you used to have in your old room. Glow in the dark stars were your favorite thing growing up. And after the snap it made you feel like not too much had changed.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand. You look over at the illuminated screen. You can't tell who it is from this far. You reach out with your arm and grab it.

When your eyes see his contact name you sit up.

(dirty) harry 

I'm at your front door.

"what?" you whisper.

Then it hits you. It's Harry. He's not going to let this go. He's not going to just wait for answers. And he means what he says so he is definitively at your front door.

You get out of bed and throw on a sweater. You open your door quietly as you can and tip-toe to the front door, trying not to wake your parents.

You slowly open the door and peak your head through. There he is. He hasn't even changed out of the clothes he was wearing at the party.

You slip outside and keep the door open a crack.

"Harry? What's going on?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "I don't know it feels like-I just have to say something. I can't just go to bed or go on this trip and not say this to you."

Harry stops for a moment.

You nod your head for him to go on. He lets out a strangled breath. And then you reach out and take his hands into yours.

"Tonight was scary. I mean the scariest feeling I've ever felt because I thought it was over. And not for me, but for you. And if you-if something ever happened to you I wouldn't know how to move on, I wouldn't move on. There is no living without you." he starts.

He raises both of your hands to his mouth and places chaste kisses on the back of your hands. You watch in shock as he does so. How his thumbs brush your knuckles. How close you two are now.

"I have been in love with you for so long it's so annoying. And I needed you to know after you saved my life tonight. I should've said something sooner but I'm saying it now and that's all I've got." he ends.

You forget how to speak. You actually forget the words you've known your whole life and how to use them. He's holding onto you and telling you he is in love with you. He's standing here in front of your house, telling you he's in love with you.

And it's the most Harry Osborn thing you can think of. That his mind was probably running a thousand miles per hour and he couldn't sleep, couldn't leave any of his thoughts for tomorrow. He had to say this now.

"Harry Osborn," you start,

and when you let go of his hands you see him visibly sigh. You hate the look of hurt that flashes across his face. But you know as your hands come up to cup both side of his face that what he's feeling won't last.

"I've been in love with you for a long time too." you say.

He smiles. He actually cracks a smile and then he's chuckling. All of a sudden there is no space between the two of you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. Your arms go around him as well.

And in the warmth of Harry Osborn's arms you're glad that spider bit you, so that you could save his life and he could come to your front door and tell you he's in love with you.

-

[dipplinduo]

So, I've been rewatching Phineas and Ferb recently, and just finished "Operation Crumb Cake" from season 4. I had the conclusion that the Isabella plot of the episode is something Juliana or Kieran would absolutely find themselves in.

I can totally see either one of them writing a letter confessing their feelings, sending it and then instantly regretting it because the person who encouraged them to do it couldn't do it themselves.

... maybe it fits Kieran more because it was Isabella's grandmother in the episode. But, I could totally see Juliana doing it to, maybe before the two meet up at Blueberry Academy or after the events of Indigo Disk.

Anyway, I love you work! I just thought you might like to hear the silly little thought I had :D

Okay you know what?? So accurate, Kieran especially would need like at least 12 attempts to confess and he'd accidentally get flustered and back out in each of the attempts. xDD

They'd actually get together because Kieran either gets too heated and just blurts it out/kisses her suddenly or Juliana actually initiates the confessing

[sorathecookie]

Operation: Crescent Moon Chaos Chapter 4

String Gummy Cookie arrived in a timeline where the Dark Flour War was taking place in the Vanilla Kingdom.

Where did that Cookie go? he asked himself. He looked around at the ensuing chaos, then looked up at the crimson sky and saw the Cookie hovering and about to swing the Crescent Moon Scythe once again. There. He pointed his String Gummy Blaster at the Cookie. "Hey, you!"

The Cookie looked down at him. "Oh, you've found me!" the Cookie chuckled and swung the Scythe, opening a lunar time rift, and flew through it.

"Crumbs!" String Gummy Cookie grunted. He opened another time rift and jumped through it.

In another timeline, Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie, who was the TBD's only known bounty hunter, was face to face with Twizzly Gummy Cookie, the time traveling criminal.

"Ha! I've got you now, Twizzly Gummy Cookie!" he said proudly, pointing his spoon shaped staff at her. But before he could do anything, a lunar time rift opened, and a large Cake Arm picked him up and threw him against a wall, causing Twizzly Gummy Cookie to escape. "Aw, crumbs!"

The Cookie chuckled from above and escaped through another lunar time rift. The moment the Cookie left, String Gummy Cookie arrived and saw Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie.

"Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie, are you ok?" he asked, picking him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie answered.

"What happened?"

"No idea. All I know is that I was about to arrest Twizzly Gummy Cookie, and some Cake Arm appeared out of nowhere and threw me!" He sighed. "I'm not hurt too bad though."

String Gummy Cookie closed his eyes. That Cookie must have been here, he thought.

"What're you up to?" Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie asked.

"I'm trying to catch a troublemaking Cookie," he answered.

"Do you need help?"

"I can handle it. You just keep going after Twizzly Gummy Cookie."

"Ok."

Lemon Cream Coffee Cookie opened a time rift and went through, continuing his mission of chasing down Twizzly Gummy Cookie, and String Gummy Cookie opened another time rift and went through, continuing to pursue the troublemaking Cookie.

In another timeline, the Cookie arrived in the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, which was seemingly empty. The Cookie took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"Ah, this place is teeming with Dark Moon Magic...and it's very strong too. Hmm...I wonder...." The Cookie raised the Crescent Moon Scythe, about to do something only the Cookie knew, but then, the Cookie was suddenly stopped.

"I don't think so."

The Cookie turned around and saw String Gummy Cookie, his String Gummy Blaster pointed at him once again.

"My, you're a persistent one," the Cookie said. "I've gotta applaud you for coming all this way." The Cookie bowed. "But...you're also quite annoying, so I'm afraid I'm gonna have to crumble you." The Cookie pointed the Crescent Moon Scythe at String Gummy Cookie, who flinched. "It was fun while it lasted, though!"

The Cookie swung the Scythe, and a Crescent Moon made of Dark Moon Magic was flying towards him.

"..!"

Mere moments before it could hit him, he was suddenly surrounded by a shield also made of Dark Moon Magic. He looked and saw Moon Lily Cookie, a new member of the TBD and assistant to the Director, and his good friend Croissant Cookie. Moon Lily Cookie, who had used her staff to create a shield of Dark Moon Magic, lowered her staff and turned to String Gummy Cookie, who didn't look too happy to see her.

"What're you doing here?" he asked.

"Baguette Cookie told me what happened, and I saw you jumping through time and having a hard time, so I came to help you," Moon Lily Cookie explained. "And I brought Croissant Cookie for backup."

Croissant Cookie turned to him and smiled. "You ok?"

String Gummy Cookie smiled slightly. "I'm fine."

"Oh my, it seems the gang's all here!" the Cookie said in a slightly mocking manner.

"Hey, are you the one who's been messing with the timelines?!" Croissant Cookie asked, pointing her wrench at the Cookie.

"And what if I am?" the Cookie retorted. "Are you really going to arrest me for having a little bit of fun?"

"Of course!" Croissant Cookie answered. "Messing with the timelines is a serious violation!"

"Quite frankly, I don't really care!" the Cookie laughed.

Ugh, this Cookie's like Timekeeper Cookie but more annoying, String Gummy Cookie thought.

"But enough about you two pipsqueaks, let's go to HER!" He pointed to Moon Lily Cookie.

"Me?" Moon Lily Cookie gasped.

"Yep! Finally, I can get a full glance at your face!"

Croissant Cookie turned to Moon Lily Cookie. "Moon Lily Cookie, do you know him?"

"Not from what I can recall," Moon Lily Cookie answered.

"Oh of course you wouldn't recognize me. After all, I have been sealed away in the Dark Side of the Moon for so long. BUT, I do recognize you, even though I saw a quick glimpse of your face! I recognize you as the Cookie who freed me from the Dark Side of the Moon, and for that, I can't thank you enough!"

Moon Lily Cookie, Croissant Cookie, and String Gummy Cookie gasped in shock.

[rthidden]

RAG and Roll: AI's New Groove

Ever heard of RAG?

No, it's not just that old T-shirt in your closet; it’s the secret sauce transforming how AI understands your business.

Why it matters: For small business owners, understanding RAG can shift gears from standard AI chatbots to more dynamic systems capable of accessing specific, business-relevant data to deliver tailored insights.

This unique approach can save you time and money and elevate your decision-making prowess.

The big picture: Imagine your LLM (Large Language Model) not just spitting out generic responses like a parrot but instead leveraging your internal documents, emails, and even those quirky text messages to serve up insights tailored to your very specific needs.

It’s like having your cake and eating it too—just without the crumbs on your keyboard.

Overheard at the water cooler: "I asked my AI about my vacation policy, and it looked at me like I just asked it to recite Shakespeare in Klingon.”

Myth vs. fact:

Myth: AI can read and understand all your private documents.

Fact: AI doesn’t have access to your employee handbook, payroll info, or any of that sensitive data—unless you feed it to the model.

Kind of like trying to find a specific pizza topping in a forest of leafy greens; it’s just not happening without some guidance!

The bottom line: By integrating RAG with LLMs, small businesses can tap into a world of possibilities where AI doesn’t just guess but provides actionable, informed responses.

A game-changer for those ready to leverage their business's wealth of data into smarter operations.

So here’s the plan: embrace RAG, and let’s roll into the future of AI together—no T-shirts required.

[kunselxsoldier]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

alias / name : I don't really have an alias, my own personal blog is @kisarastrife if that counts, but only if you enjoy my own personal ramblings and YuGiOh! fangirling. :) I also have a handful of FFXV muses and two Far Cry 5 ones too.

birthday : October 15th BC

zodiac sign : Libra

height : 163cm (Just slightly under 5'4" for others who use this scale)

hobbies : Writing, cooking, playing my Playstation, small bit of reading and a lot of baking cakes and crocheting.

favourite colour : Red, childhood constant.

favourite book : This will sound soooooo odd. But I read a book called 'Fire Bringer' when I was about 9 or 10, which was based in what I believe was Scottish mythology (and I adhered to that, being Irish) and it had a deer fawn born with a prophesised birth mark and was very interesting. I believe the author was David Clement-Davies. I still adore this book a lifetime later.

* Also I adore the trilogy by Marita Conlon-McKenna (Irish Author) which chronologies An Gorta Mór (the Great Famine) in her books Under The Hawthorn Tree, Wildflower Girl and Fields of Home. Brilliant short stories which pinpoint a time in our history through the lens of children. I read them as a 8 or 9 year old and still consider them very treasured reads.

last film / show : Last show was Avatar: The Last Airbender (live action) and Shogun. I have to finish Avatar yet, but I adore the animated series and I like the live action series so far, so I'll have good thing to say. As for Shogun, I came in arse-ways and watched the 5th episode first (because my dad watched all the rest and both of us were drinking together and he put it on ... anyway, I ate, no crumbs.). Looooving it so far. Need to do my retro-watching of the previous episodes. Cosmo Jarvis is giving me Jax Teller vibes for some reason and I can't pinpoint it.

recent reads : Ooooooh, such a changeable topic. At the moment, I'm adoring the author 'Tom Marcus' - a former British intelligence agent publishing under a pseudonym. Fantastic author who plops you right into the action and faultlessly explains usable aspects of spycraft and response/operational tactics. Really puts you into the mindset of an operational agent with this kind of burden and assignment.

*Very good read for anyone interested in the Turk aspect of FFVII .. just FYI. And the author is an absolute polite gentleman on Insta.

inspiration : I don't really know. I have a terrible habit of picking up muses which are overlooked by their own creators/developers and I fucking adore them. I loved Kunsel the first time I saw him back when I was 14 (many moons ago) and he had no voice and just him with his helmet, then fell back in love with him the millisecond that security trooper mentioned his name in Remake. But 99% of my muses are NPCs or side-characters with very little input such as Kunsel [FFVII], Shotgun[female Turk] FFVII, Dave Auburnbrie [FFXV], Petra Fortis [FFXV], Nyx's mam [FFXV], Carmina Rye [FC5], Eli Palmer [FC5] and a few others - anyone want to interact, just holler at me!!!!!!

story behind url : His name is Kunsel and he's a SOLDIER. I don't like using '-' so I used 'x' instead. Simple is as simple does. :)

fun fact about me : I am an identical twin and I'm lucky enough that my twin sis also writes RP, she can be found at @proxnotxaxfool or @exiled-turk

tagged by:@holyguardian and @soldier-lodbrok Tagging: @proxnotxaxfool, @exturk, @brokeniisms, @makoblue, @speedchasing, @lockhartred, @uponthyhonor, @wingsdreamt, @wingsandsteel and anyone else who sees this and wishes to do it!!!!

[gainprincess]

Wide Wednesday: Koyanskaya and Tamamo strapping Musashi down and feeding her udon dough through a sort of crank-operated tube about as wide as her head that they ""commissioned"" from some architects they kidnapped met in a previous Singularity.

Watching their Saber wife get bigger, belly bloating up with each crank, the two foxes switching out between feeling up her fat gut and fattening tits, cranking the mechanism, feeling each other up and shoveling cake, chocolate, and pure lard into their mouths so Musashi isn't the only one getting fatter than fuck.

Feeding her until the five-person bed just straight up snaps underneath her, reduced to atoms. All so they can press together on top of her heavens-scraping stomach, bouncing atop it to listen to her burp and groan while they very loudly make out.

(Don't worry,t hey do make out with her as well.)

She views this as a necessity, for the record.~ After all, Tamamo and Koyanskaya can't quite persuade Musashi to erase all that exists in this timeline if she doesn't...come around to their point of view, after all.

And what better way for them to do so than force-feeding her until she's their size and then some, a barely-mobile lardass ready to destroy all that is, was, and will be alongside her two fat foxes...Ah, Koyanskaya loves it.

Deep down, she really wanted to just fuck the shit out of Tamamo the moment Koyanskaya set her bottom-heavy haunches on Musashi's bloated gut and saw the milk-bloated foxtits wobbling in her face, and Tamamo's flabby maw open wide with hunger, begging for the hyper-fattening cake they brought with them, or the super bloating cookies, or the pure unadulterated lard stacked in a bin the size of Tamamo.

At that moment, she was harder than stone, cock pulsing like mad as she imagined using her tail to crank the udon dispenser while she guzzled Tammy's milk and fucked her brainless atop of Musashi's gut for the next few hours. She so badly wanted to breed her wife...

But she eventually relented, shifting to their cycle of messy feeding as she shoved meals into Tamamo's gullet and her fox did the same to her...Fattening together very quickly as they show each other their crumb-coated cleavage...Koyanskaya's spysuit getting wrecked as she reaches a full ton, the zipper flying right into her genocidal wife's endless titvalley...so the fox takes the intiative and starts making out with the Altered Musashi as Tamamo searches for the zipper and prepares to have her tits drained dry by a hungry Assassin~.

She can't wait to end the world with these too...Nnnngh, every last inferior...~!

Musashi, for her part, has been changed beyond definition as well. As grossly erroneous as it may be in terms of what actually occured, to call this process an Alteration is nothing less of deadly accurate. Her form might not've changed, due to her lack of Grail Mud exposure, but being bloated so large, so fat, so heavy, so wide..it changes you. And you realize something.

She's felt so much in the last few hours. First, when she was struggling against her bindings, fighting this sudden attack by her beloved brides...she was groped constantly by them, gut smacked and chest molested without a care in the world as they swapped spit...All the while, she felt herself bloating and bloating, intestines rapidly churning and digesting everything they could into nothing but meaty flab to pack onto her expanding stomach and body.

Then, after reaching bed-size, she felt her lovers get on top of her. Koyanskaya's hefty assmeat mashing against her belly rolls as the two swap spit with each other (and Musashi, of course), Tamamo's tail wagging ferociously behind her own soft hips anytime Koyanskaya does anything, and the fox swoons like a maiden watching her first love. She's felt how in love they are, with each other, and...with her.

This is how they show love. Cruel, incomprehensible, and utterly too far, but still love all the same...How could she have been so blind as to resist? No, this is right. So very right. So instead of just letting it happen to her, or even fighting back, she started to lean in. Gulping the dough down voluntarily, taking breaks to vigorously shove her tongue down each fox's throat...Oh, how she'll make sure the two get punished for this afterwards...~ But she gets it now. All their talk about ending the world with their stomachs...

It a cruel love, the three of them share...

So why wouldn't she say yes~?