#or posting obviously when at a trot

[selamat-linting]

my city is sooo hostile for any meaningful left movement to the point that if a fucking trot would create a newspaper stand or a protest, the liberal student org would co-opt their movement instead of the other way around!

[drchucktingle]

What flavor of queer are you, if that's not too invasive of a question?

question is just fine with chuck it is kind of interesting story.

on LGBTQIA trot i am TECHNICALLY two letters

easy first one is B that does not need any more explanation. that has always been my trot

second way is what i have learned through talkin with my online buds way of non-dysphoric trans. it has taken chuck LONG time to understand this but it has been fruitful journey i think. long ago chuck would post online about becoming other people or things or concepts or wrestling with my IDENTITY as a buckaroo (whether that meant becoming sweet barbara or becoming my reverse twin or becoming the entire seahawks footballs team, very handsome). in fitting with my entire heckin LIFE some buds probably thought these were jokes when they were not at all. they were just personal artistic bubbles tumbling up and popping in ways i didnt understand yet.

but through posting these thoughts and THEN writing trans tinglers and talking to my trans buds online, i started to realize there are all kinds of versions of a trans identity INCLUDING the ones that rolled around deep inside of me that i never had a name for.

three events helped chuck understand this

first: the trans buds chuck talked to while researching harriet porber said 'well i always knew if i could press a button and change my body to match my gender i would instantly do this' and chuck thought 'of course woudlnt we all do this?' and they said 'well no, do you feel this way?' and i would say 'yes very strongly'. i will FOREVER be grateful to trans community for these conversations and maybe it is another reason why being anti-gatekeeping is so important to chuck.

second: thought about all the games i have ever played like a dang videogame or a role playing game, chuck would ALWAYS choose ladybuck character. didnt really think this was a unique thing at time but it is a pattern across whole life

third: chuck was trotting around with some buds and they all said 'whose bod would you choose if you could transform into any body?' (this is common topic for chuck believe it or not.) and the buckaroo guys went around naming the usual brats pitt or handsome channing and it got to chuck and i said 'obviously brie larson' and then the dang guys just kind of stared at chuck and then i realized 'oh, i didnt even think my answer was unusual but i guess they were only talkin guy bods'

these three things happened pretty close to one another but they were all bubbling up for decades and expressed in various ways even chuck did not entirely understand

anyway. chucks way is NOT that i feel uncomfortable in my body and it does not bring me grief. i am not upset about it honestly. i do not even THINK about it most days. however, it is all TRUE and in a purely technical and utilitarian sense of A PLUS B then YES, male would not be my preferred gender.

didnt talk on this for a while because there are MANY dysphoric trans buckaroos who go through a lot of hardships and i have gone through ABSOLUTELY NONE IN THIS WAY. it has not made my life more difficult and it does not haunt me, so i do not want to have my voice drown out other trans buds who need space to shout. i am very privileged so even though technically this applies to chuck i do not need or want any bonus points.

that beings said, part of my journey on the autistic spectrum was to recognize that EVEN THOUGH my personal story is not tragic, it is still an important one to get out there onto this timeline. IN FACT there should be more stories of buckaroos who love being autistic like chuck. i am PROUD of my trot and i love my autism (this is also why i wanted to explicitly say my lead character in camp damascus is autistic)

so in the same way, when directly asked, i will say: i am technically non-dysphoric trans ALSO this has not weighed on my life at all. my story is not tragic it is full of joy and excitement. i will not shy away from this because there are all kinds of buckaroos on this spectrum.

anyway that is my VERY LONG TROT hope you enjoyed getting to know chuck a little more thank you for this question buckaroo

[penny-anna]

you do not have to like fanfiction. if you think fanfiction is cringy & annoying you can just Say That. but any attempt to argue that fanfiction is inherently inferior to other types of writing falls apart under scrutiny.

'most fanfiction is badly written' sturgeon's law is an adage that states '90% of everything is crap'. this was first coined in defence of science fiction, a genre often maligned as inherently inferior to 'real literature' (sound familiar??)

'oh but most fanfiction is worse than published fiction' yes; this is because pro published books go through a heavy selection and editorial process before the public see them. when it comes to quality of writing you are not comparing like to like. the appropriate 1:1 comparison would be fanfiction & amateur original fiction.

i have hung out in multiple online writing spaces & in 'anyone welcome' RL writing groups and can say with reasonable confidence that most original fiction getting produced is just plain mediocre. there's so so much bad original fiction being produced every day. u just never see it.

'you have to wade through so much garbage to find anything worth reading' you ever hear like. a fiction magazine editor describe what their slush pile experience is like??

'ok but fanfiction is bad because it lacks originality, it's better to come up with your own story & ideas' nobody actually thinks this!! people trot this out about fanfiction but like pro published literature is full of retellings of public domain stories and no-one ever argues that they're inherently worse or less creative than works with original plots.

the dividing line between fanfiction & 'original' fiction generally isn't actually originality, it's whether or not it's transformative of a text that's currently under copyright. & i would hope it's self-evident that the copyright status of the text a work is transforming shouldn't have any bearing on its literary merit. why on earth would it??

'but most fanfiction is trope-y and formulaic' yes this is true and yes i do think there's an argument to be made that a work of fiction that's interchangeable with thousands of other works of fiction is lacking in 'literary merit'.

however this is also true of a lot of pro published literature. whole swathes of genres like eg crime & romance exist to give readers the same experience over and over again. are these books bad? maybe! does their existence mean the entire genre they belong to should be written off? obviously no.

'but fanfiction is all about shipping' yeah a lot of fanfiction belongs to the romance & erotica genres. you do not have to like this. but disparagement of romance as a genre has its roots in the fact that it's mainly written & enjoyed by women. its just sexism lads. :(

'fanfiction encourages bad habits in writers' there's some merit to this argument IMO (that's a different rant) but see above re:90% of everything is crap; the presence of bad writing in a genre doesn't mean that the whole genre should be written off.

'what so you think fanfiction is as good as *insert classic novel here*' nobody is saying this; if you see someone arguing that fanfiction is real writing and jump to 'this person thinks MCU coffee shop AUs are culturally significant works of literature', to be blunt, that is a you problem.

'fanfiction just isn't real literature' ok so fiction divides into 'real literature' and 'not real literature'. got it.

[ID: screencap of a tumblr post by user theislandofmisfittoys:

Okay��� nice dichotomy, IDIOT ‼ what lies  outside it???]

(OP)

[britany1997]

Howl at the Moon

Part three

Werewolf Steve x GN Reader

Part one, Part two

We all deserve some super sweet, stressed werewolf Steve fluff after my finals

Steve faced his own reflection in the employee bathroom. He gripped the sink as he breathed deeply, trying desperately to calm himself. It was the first night in a long time Steve had had to work an evening shift on the night of a full moon.

He rubbed his face with his hands, reminding himself that Family Video closed at 7:30, and the sun set at 8. That was more than enough time for Dustin to meet him at his house and make sure he was secured in the basement.

He sighed, but now he had you to worry about.

What if there wasn’t enough time? What if he got loose and found you? What if he hurt you? He grimaced at the thought. That wasn’t an option.

Steve splashed some water on his face. He could do this. Robin was staying late to close up, so he could leave a little earlier if he needed to, he’d be home in plenty of time.

Everything was going to be fine.

“What do you mean you lost him?” Robin whisper-screamed into the phone, her eyes darting around to Keith’s security cameras (which she was hoping were just for show.)

“He’s a giant, brown wolf! How do you lose one of those?” She hissed.

Dustin’s chattering on the other end of the line only made her groan and rub her temples.

“Well what should we do?” She asked, “do we track him down? Could we even get him home if we found him?”

God she wanted to slam the phone into the cradle repeatedly.

“Ok fine fine fine, you’re right. Just give me a second, I need to cancel on Vicky.”

Robin promptly hung up before Dustin could say anything else.

She sighed. Steve was going to be covering any shift she told him to till she graduated.

You hummed along softly as your Walkman blared The Cure. You were taking a walk through the woods by your house, picking flowers and stargazing.

As the tape switched between songs, you heard a soft whining coming from behind you.

You whirled around, only to be met with the sight of the biggest dog you’d ever seen.

You probably should have been intimidated by his imposing size, but he was so…friendly.

When you turned, his tail started to thump loudly on the dirt floor in excitement. His lips seemed to pull up slightly, almost as if he was smiling.

You were charmed, returning his smile with one of your own. You approached him hesitantly, hoping he’d let you pet him, but before you could reach out, he trotted over to nuzzle his head against your hand.

You laughed at his eagerness and scratched behind his ears.

The dog barked happily, obviously pleased with your attention. While you pet his head with one hand, he licked all over the other, forcing you to wipe off his slobber on your jeans several times.

After awhile, you began to wonder if this dog belonged to anyone. You checked around his neck, and smiled a bit when you didn’t find a collar.

“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked, scratching behind his ears once more.

The dog licked your cheek so enthusiastically, you almost toppled over. You’d take that as a yes.

You smiled as you lead him home.

Steve woke up to the familiar, post full moon pounding in his head. He groaned and rubbed his temples.

…

He rubbed his temples?

Steve froze. How could he not be chained to the wall right now.

His eyes darted around an unfamiliar, but cozy, living room as he realized he was most definitely not in his basement.

In fact, he wasn’t even in his house.

Steve panicked. He crept around, trying to find some semblance of an idea of where he’d ended up without waking the owners.

Whose house was this? Had he actually broken into someone’s home while in wolf form?

But everything seemed to be in perfect condition, even the front door! Wouldn’t he have torn everything up? He scratched his head in confusion.

Suddenly he froze.

Right there on the mantle was a picture of you.

He slowly, nervously, made his way over to the mantle. Scratch that, there were tons of pictures of you.

Steve wanted to scream. Somehow, he’d found his way into your home.

His head snapped in the direction of the stairs as he heard some rustling.

Steve knew he had to get out, and fast.

But there was the small problem of…not having any clothes.

In a panic, Steve grabbed a blanket from your sofa, wrapped it around his waist, and snuck out the front door as quickly and quietly as he possibly could.

He hoped a detour to his house wouldn’t make him too late to work. He was already envisioning the earful he’d get from Robin after, what he assumed, had been a pretty big escape last night.

He sighed, being a werewolf sucked.

“So you were just in their house?” Robin cringed, “how’d you even find their house? That’s super weird Steve.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know,” he groaned, “I have no idea how it happened, I told you I can never remember what happens on full moon nights.”

“It’s gotta be a wolf thing,” Robin decided, “you probably sniffed them out or something.”

“Yeah I guess, maybe we should-”

Robin and Steve’s heads both snapped to the front door as the bell jingled, signaling your entrance.

Robin’s eyes widened at the sight of you. She turned to Steve, then turned back to you, then turned to Steve again. “I’ll just uh- take my break then.” She slunk to the back room, but left the door open to hear everything of course.

“Hi,” Steve shivered. Did you see him leaving your house somehow? Did he somehow let you know it was him last night? Did you know what he was?

“Hi,” you replied, a pained smile on your face.

Steve’s gaze softened, “what’s wrong?”

You sighed, pulling posters out of your bag.

“I lost my dog,” you told him.

Steve’s face went white as a bed sheet. “Y-your dog?”

You nodded. “I found him wandering the woods last night and brought him home,” you explained, “I guess I haven’t had him for that long, but he was sooo sweet.”

You showed Steve the picture you’d drawn on the posters of the big, brown dog from last night.

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. “He looks pretty uh… tough and intimidating.”

You shook your head furiously, “not at all! When I took him home last night, I put a blanket on the sofa for him so he could sleep there because I didn’t want him to shed all over my white bedspread right?”

Steve nodded as you related the tale.

“Well, I guess he wanted to be with me instead, because he sat outside my bedroom door whining! It was sooo cute.”

Steve cringed internally.

“I finally just went downstairs to pet his head until he fell asleep, he’s gotta be the most cuddly dog ever.”

Your smile fell, “I just don’t know why he’d leave.”

Steve felt tremendously guilty.

“Did you want us to hang one of your posters?” He asked.

Your head perked up, “could you?”

Steve nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. I’m uh something of a dog person myself.”

Your bright smile returned, “thank you so much Steve!” You handed him a poster, “it means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem,” he blushed.

Once you were out the door to hang more posters, Steve let out a deep sigh and crumpled to the floor behind the desk.

He felt Robin patting his back, “look on the bright side.”

“What?”

Robin smiled weakly, “at least they think you’re cute.”

Steve groaned.

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[dontbelasagnax]

Hiii! I hope you're having a great day 😃 I love your blog, you were one of the first I followed when I joined the Star Wars fandom last year. I've recently started reading more fanfic as well, but the vast amount is a bit overwhelming. Would you happen to have any recommendations for me? I'm open to reading anything and any/all ships. I guess I'm very interested on reading more about the clones and/or about Mandalorian culture, maybe about the clones & Jedi, or about Jedi/Mandalorian relationships (as a culture not necessarily as ships I mean). Also if you have any time travel or social media fics recommendations I always especially enjoy those. Feel free to ignore this ask entirely, or to ignore what I say and just point me towards your favourites or your recent reads or whatever you would like to share. Thank you! 💙

Hello!! Thank you!!! I hope you're having a great day too!!! I am flattered you've thought to ask me but I am perhaps not the best fit to give you fic recs haha!! I'm extremely picky and pretty much the only Star Wars fics I read are codywan- ones that are sweet (optionally also smutty), usually short, and have a very particular vibe.

I really only have one fic rec for you: come down from your mountain by @stormwarnings

Author's summary:

Fox finally settles on something close enough to all of those, but just a step to the right. “Are they usually like that? Unnerving?"

“Always,” Gree says, those eyes that never miss a single detail. “Every single one of them.”

(Seven clone commanders gathering for a drink, and their reflections on war, love, and Jedi.)

That's obviously not an adequate amount of recs so I need to outsource. Anyone reading this, please reblog or comment with a link to your favorite fic(s) that fit anon's needs!!

I know I could just send you my faves, unrelated to what you asked for, as you said I could... but it disgruntles me when I ask for recs for a specific thing I'm craving and none of the recs hit the spot so I don't want to knowingly do that to you haha

(Anon, if would like to research Mandalorian and clone lore, @fox-trot does great lore posts)

(also @ficfinder-general your help in reblogging this would be much appreciated!)

[summerlinenss]

I no longer believe the actor who claims abuse on the Time Bandits set. Please read this all. I did my best to explain my reasons. I apologize for any rambling.

Paramount has issues with safety on their sets. They have issues with their HR and resolution departments. That is proven fact and has happened more than once recently, even resulting in lawsuits. I don't deny they were injured as they have record of that and Paramount has stated they paid their worker's comp claim, but I would take everything else they claim with a Rock of Gibraltar sized grain of salt.

Especially since they're just now trotting out that damned letter Taika signed as "proof" he and the entire cast, crew, and production companies are all white supremacist, pro-genocide zionists.

"Taika who signed that Biden letter" is a direct quote from the actor in a comment. They shared a post from an Instagram called "Zionists in Film" that purports to "out" supposed celebrity zionists. That post is Taika with falsehoods about the letter he signed plastered all over it. I don't know about all the celebrities listed, but there are several I know are anything but zionists and are listed there for doing literally nothing wrong.

The actor said nothing about the set being packed full of zionists until six days ago, starting with a post about Apple firing pro-Palestinian workers (I don't know if that's true, but either way it's not about Apple TV). The post from Zionists in Film about Taika went up five days ago. Everything else about the incident had been up and untouched since May. There is no other "evidence" that I've seen, be it quotes from the actor or anecdotes from anyone on that set that points to anyone being a zionist. Obviously I don't know each actor and crew member's stance personally, but when all a person who was on set with them can say is that Taika signed a letter, it doesn't look very convincing.

Also, the biggest and most obvious strike against their claim that the place was chock full of zionists? They were only on set when filming began in 2022 and filming wrapped entirely in early 2023! I/P has been a conflict for decades, I know, but your average joe did not care about "zionists" or even the conflict as a whole (regretfully) until after Oct 7th. So why, after all these months and two years after they left the set, do they suddenly start claiming it was a den of genocidal zionists?

I also don't believe every single one of the hundreds of people on the TB set was out to get them specifically. The entire cast, crew, and all the production companies involved are made up of misogynistic white supremacist queerphobes who only hated them just because they're Asian and nonbinary? What about the black guys in the cast? Or the little people? Or the women? Or any of the countless other minorities working on the show in any capacity, such as the no doubt large Maori presence? It was somehow just them who was despised by everyone, including those other minorities?

So yes, the actor deserves proper compensation for their injury, assuming their claim that Paramount didn't pay enough to cover their bills is true. But every other thing they said? I don't believe a word of it anymore. I was listening and accepting until they started screaming zionist. Now they come across as nothing more than a person with a bone to pick because they didn't get all the money they wanted. They just shot their credibility in the foot.

(I'm sending this essay to you because while I don't have a twitter account and can't get one, I have still seen idiots using this actor's "proof" to hate Taika, his fans, and Time Bandits as a whole. I just needed to put some fact checking and discussion somewhere.)

i want to just start with a disclaimer that, as anon said, i’m aware of the actual claims that have been made and read through the statements both from the actor and the paramount reps and it’s clear that they experienced some form of physical/emotional distress on set. no one is denying that. so i’m in no way attempting to diminish or disregard their experience.

that being said, i’m going to be 100% honest and say this as carefully as i can, but i’ve had an extremely off feeling about this since i first read about it. not in the sense of “well they would never allow that to happen so you’re obviously lying,” but there’s just something i really can’t put my finger on about this actor’s intentions that genuinely feel rooted in something vindictive rather than actually seeking personal justice.

just for comparison for anyone who hasn’t read the statements, i’m going to leave a link and screenshots of those here:

at first i honestly tried to take everything they were saying in good faith, but it’s at the point where it feels like they’re just making accusations of every controversial thing possible and waiting to see what sticks so they can get a pay-out to keep them quiet. it was originally a costar physically/psychologically abusing them and no one on set caring or believing them. now it’s escalated to:

- alleging the set was full of open and vocal zionists spewing a “pro-genocide” agenda

- claiming in advance that paramount is going to use AI to dub over their scenes

- apparently being both mad that they were “forced to leave” the show and mad that they’re going to still be in the show at all

- claiming they were gaslit and threatened by producers to the point of becoming suicidal

- calling them all “colonizers” (which if they are referring to taika and jemaine i think that is highly inappropriate and tone deaf)

- claiming they were digitally erased from stills because the producers are too scared to show their character and address what happened

- claiming they were originally in all 10 episodes and had their part reduced out of spite

- sharing headlines alleging all little people roles were cut from the show (which they weren’t) and alleging the cast was full of only white men (from the trailer alone the majority of the cast is literally bipoc and afab people)

- implied they were specifically discriminated against for being queer/non-binary and asian (although they are seemingly nowhere near the only lgbtq+ or AAPI cast/crew member so i don’t even understand what they’re talking about)

i’d also like to point out that i noticed one of the cast members is a queer and disabled rights activist (who seems like a lovely person btw) who has expressed nothing but total positivity and gratitude towards the show and absolutely everyone involved. and yes, of course, everyone can have different experiences, but i sincerely doubt someone who dedicates their spare time to fighting discrimination would stand by and not speak up if a costar was being abused or mistreated.

like you mentioned, the zionist stuff is all pure bullshit. and people who cry “zionism” to win their own personal conflicts typically don’t have a grasp on what it actually means. i don’t know how many times i’ve said by now that taika has literally been openly opposing the israeli military’s occupation of palestine on social media for the past six years minimum. i’m gonna be blunt and say any arguments people are still trying to make that he’s secretly an evil zionist because he (or probably his publicist) signed a letter that he likely didn’t even read and just assumed said “hey let’s keep freeing hostages and stop the violence” are just rooted in antisemitism at this point. i’m not sure about everyone else, but i do know that many people working on the show have been openly and vocally pro-palestine and even signed ceasefire letters, including jemaine and rachel house (i believe madeleine sami may have a cameo as well). and as you mentioned, anon, most of the general public (including i might assume this actor in question) didn’t become aware of or actively start speaking out against the occupation of palestine until this past october, which in no way coincided with the show’s filming. so i don’t get what they’re trying to prove besides the fact that they know buzzwords, honestly.

i’m also aware that this isn’t the first time this individual has done this kind of thing. they literally have a whole subcategory of their wikipedia page dedicated to allegations and accusations of abuse and discrimination they’ve made against others. and granted, some of the claims they’ve made are valid and i hope they got some sort of retribution. but a lot are also pretty big reaches and feel much more like attempts to “cancel” people they don’t like or had a hard time working with (e.g. they went on a bit of a smear campaign calling seth rogen an abuse apologist because he’d been friends with and “enabled” james franco in the past and deserved to never work in the industry again).

i’m not gonna be that person and say “well i know them and they’re good people and would never do these things,” because frankly, we don’t know anyone and incidents do happen. however i find it extremely questionable that this is literally the first time in about a decade of following their work that i have ever heard a single person have a remotely negative experience working with taika and/or jemaine, especially when all anyone else has ever said is specifically how safe and inviting and comfortable they make their sets for everyone. it also seems really bizarre and downright out-of-character to me that either one of them would not only refuse to help a cast member in distress, but that they’d go out of their way to mock and threaten them, all for the sake of protecting some B/C-list actor on an apple tv series of all things. i know for a fact taika has fired and recast abusers/people with allegations before for bigger projects, i don’t see why he wouldn’t do it again if necessary. and as the “insider source” in that article mentioned, i understand why they said they waited so long, but it still seems awfully convenient that they didn’t make any of this public until nearly a year and a half post-filming (and just a couple of months before the show was set to be released), despite apparently being in such life-altering turmoil.

i seriously do feel awful saying it, because again i don’t doubt there was an injury and emotional distress/discomfort being on set (or that HR was probably a goddamn pain to deal with), but it truly just doesn’t feel sincere or like they actually want to find a resolution. it really feels to me like either paramount didn’t fulfill their obligations of required support/compensation (which yes is obviously fucked up) or the actor in question didn’t get what they thought they deserved in support/compensation, and now they have a vendetta against everyone involved in the production and are determined to establish martyrdom to get them all “cancelled.”

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

[demoiselettes]

To keep warm

Valentine’s Day event, day 6.

Pairing: Tanjiro x reader/Zenitsu x reader/Inosuke x reader

Category: fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! reader

+ This was supposed to be posted on the 14th, but i accidentally deleted Tanjiro’s and Tengen’s oneshot :( i hadn’t included this one in the event, but i had to write something for the last day since i’m cutting the event short by one day. Happy belated Valentine’s Day<3

@brokeniced , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @holywaterforevery3ne

“Tanjiroooo! I can’t walk anymore- my feet will fall off!”

Exhaling loudly through your nose, you listened to Tanjiro assuring Zenitsu that the walk was almost over, when in truth, you had no idea when it’d end.

“Can’t we find one of those stupid Wisteria House or whatever?” Inosuke huffed, but even his voice was weary. The fight with a poison spewing demon had been long and dreary and all four of you were positively incandescent with fatigue. You cast a wishful glance at Nezuko’s box, wishing it were you sleeping inside. It was dark and cold, with no sign of human civilisation anywhere. You didn’t know when of if you’d find an Inn nearby.

“It’s very late,” Tanjiro announced nervously, nostrils flaring as though trying to sniff the air. “I suggest making a stop..”

“HUH?” Zenitsu yelped. “W-where will we sleep? I don’t want to turn into Inosuke!”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

You trotted towards a big tree trunk that had fallen on the ground and plopped down on it. “Let’s set up camp. We don’t have a choice, Zenitsu.”

Very reluctantly, Zenitsu relented and when there came the question of who would go search for kindlings, he immediately vetoed himself out.

“I’m staying with [Name]-chan!” He hastily wrapped his arms around you. “I can’t leave a girl alone at night!”

“I’m a Demon Slayer.”

Laughing, you made no attempt at pushing him away even as Tanjiro scolds him and Inosuke clicks his tongue.

Somewhere along listening to Zenitsu whine about his hard life while spontaneously switching to wanting to get married and waiting for Tanjiro and Inosuke to get back, you nodded off. Not for long apparently.

« Get off her! »

Tanjiro’s familiar voice echoed in your ears. Your body felt warm and heavy.

« But it’s cold! » Zenitsu whined in reply.

You were still half-asleep and didn’t know if you were dreaming or not. But the way your body was being shaken indicated that you were very much awake.

« Oi! Get off and gimme your place! »

« NO YOU GO AND FIND ANOTHER GIRL TO CUDDLE YOU BOAR HEAD! »

« Stop screaming! [Name]-san’s asleep! »

« You’re shouting too! »

You groaned and pulled yourself to sit up at once. Zenitsu yelped.

« Ah, [Name]-san! » Tanjiro fretted. « We’re so sorry we woke you up! » he wasted no time in executing a full bow numerous times. You shifted and felt something crinkle on you. Looking down you realized you’d been draped in Zenitsu’s orange haori like a blanket.

Inosuke merely huffed, walked over to you and promptly yanked a whining Zenitsu off you. “Make way.”

He settled down next to you and copied Zenitsu’s earlier actions, except he got underneath the haori too.

“Inosuke, what the h-“ you protested.

“Monitsu said you’re warm and i’m freezing!”

“That’s not what he meant!” Tanjiro’s face was now nearly scarlet and he waved his hands in front of him frantically. “That’s inappropriate, Inosuke! Let go of-“

“Why does he get to coddle a cute girl?” Zenitsu whined. “You guys are always stealing her attention- that’s not fair!”

You blinked owlishly at Zenitsu, then at a very red Tanjiro, trying not to pay too much attention too Inosuke hugging your arm.

“It’s true!” Continued Zenitsu without any qualms. “The other day she was tending to your injuries and you were-“

“[Name]-san was just being nice!” Tanjiro’s tone matched Zenitsu’s shrill one for the first time since you’d met him.

“What’s there to fight about? I’m obviously her favorite fighter!” Inosuke roared.

“Zenitsu!” you groaned, too tired to listen to them fight. “I was just helping out. If you feel like i’m not paying enough attention to you then here,” you nodded your chin towards your left flank. Zenitsu wasted no time in making a beeline for you, hugging you so abruptly he nearly slammed you into Inosuke (who then slapped him on the head.)

You threw a sly glance at Tanjiro. You couldn’t tell if it was the sleepiness making you think so boldly, but it happened for you to ask: “Do you want to join?”

“I-“ he choked. “I’m alright, th-thank you!”

You stared at him through half-lidded eyes before you gave an eloquent shrug. Inosuke was already snoring and Zenitsu quickly slid down the log to rest his head on your lap, giggling drunkenly. It took a long time, but eventually the three of you had fallen asleep with Tanjiro stating he’d keep watch. When he saw your breathing deepen, he quickly pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. A pang of guilt shot through him when he felt envious of his two friends snuggling up to you. It wasn’t right, but maybe next time he’d accept your proposition.

[race-week]

American indoor cat people drive me up the wall my god. Literally the reason why I never post fun anecdotes about my own cats lol. Particularly love when they trot out the 'outdoor cats live 2-5 years on average compared to indoor cats' statistic which I see over and over again WITH NO SOURCE! Like don't get me wrong I understand why Americans keep their cats indoors but as usual they apply their worldview to the rest of the world when the reasons they do so don't apply eveywhere else. They genuinely believe that everyone in Europe keep cats that live only 5 years on average lmao it's embarrassing

I’ve seen that stat so much and an important thing that is never really mentioned is that they are also counting strays and free-roaming cats as outdoor cats which obviously skews the average, as these cats won’t have vet care, proper food, spays/neuters etc hence they will live shorter lives.

Over the course of my life we’ve had 6 cats (Steven is number 7) all of which had access to the outdoors but had regular vet care, flea and worming treatments etc and 5/6 lived to be 15+, one of them was over 20 when he passed.

[diazsdimples]

“Sometimes Tommy has to travel for work (deployment) and when he does, he likes to find a small something he knows Buck will like on the day that he leaves, even if it means cutting in to the minimal rest time he gets.”

The way I came across your post and this one bit attached itself to me. Imagine after years of being together and years of receiving gifts from when Tommy’s deployed, Buck hears the door to their home open and he goes with a trot to his step towards the entrance to greet his boyfriend. Buck is obviously too familiar with this side of their love language, and asks about his gift (he can’t wait to see what’s so significant about this item, to its culture or lack of, and as to why Tommy chose it for him), only for Tommy to hesitate this time. Buck notices but doesn’t comment on it. Tommy knows Buck notices, they can read each other pretty well, but he’s still nervous. Because even though they had a discussion about getting engaged before, Tommy has finally unintentionally found the perfect ring that reminds him of Buck, and the small circle of possibilities and promise is tucked so carefully in his coat pocket waiting to be revealed.

Stop that that is so fucking CUTE

[drchucktingle]

misguided protectors of the trot

some unique ways are so overwhelmed by tales of woe that if you are joyful in your trot buds appear and say 'you cant exist you must be a parody'. it is amazing how hard it is for neurotypical cis straight buds to accept someone could just joyfully be queer and autistic

entire writing career has obviously had pushback from conservative devils but a few leftwing buds trying to police voices for special online points is always so eyerolling. 'chuck is homophobic a book about queer joy MUST be parody' 'chuck is ableist hes too aware to be autistic'

these scoundrels say ‘wait this is not dramatic tragedy about gay men overcoming discrimination? THEN IT IS NOT REAL QUEER ART’ or ‘wait your story about autism is not about how it was SO HARD but you finally made it when a neurotypical bud took you under their wing? FAKE STORY'

i am betting some who do this (sometimes literally to chuck over the years) will read this and say ‘well thats not me.’ and i have to say… ‘BUD IT IS YOU’. it might not be as obvious and you may think theres more nuance but THIS is the thought process just below surface

so what is point? point is: to all my well meaning leftwing buds, your love and care is appreciated but you do not need to police communities you are not in. support all you want but SUPPORT and POLICING are very different things. gatekeeping is not your job

second. work to accept that your buds CAN MAKE JOYFUL ART. they can also make STRANGE, SILLY, FRIGHTENING, SICKENING, PLAYFUL, or PUNK ROCK art. theres no one APPROVED way to express these perspectives, and if you are outside this community it is not your job to keep the gate

as time goes on and buds realize what i am doing with my creations these bad takes get rarer and rarer. i am DOIN VERY GOOD. my post is mostly out of concern for young buckaroo artists without a big following, who want to build something unexpected and strange and bold

let queer buckaroos write stories with happy endings OR terrible endings that make you squirm. let autistic buckaroos paint with joy and complexity or deep sadness and minimalism.  the way these voices get tokenized is by insisting they need to have ONE SPECIFIC WAY

proving love is accepting that we all have our own unique trot, even you. ESPECIALLY YOU. get out there and create YOUR THING buckaroo. thank you for reading buds. LOVE IS REAL

[inkyquince]

Patreon Post: Wren's Unionising Perks (Wren)

content warning: Cheating, Cucking, Nasty Wren really into Remy's spouse

Wren always got what he wanted. Not while he was growing up, no, never then. But when he reached his twenties, he found out there’s a lot he could get, either with his winning smile, or with quick hands. Then his tongue could worm himself into some good graces in more ways than one. He liked getting what he wanted. Suddenly, he could put food on the table. Suddenly, he had a favourite leather jacket. Suddenly, life was a breeze and nothing could bring him down.

So, all in all, fuck you.

Fuck you.

God, he’d love to fuck you.

Regular little love story, you and Remy. Horse Ranch meets Riding School. Horrible father meets Horrible Future Husband. Married within 6 months.

Wren didn’t hate a lot of things. Bad hair days. Shit hands when playing poker. Maybe when those shark teeth cut his fingers when spending his Friday lunches at the prison. But fuck, he hated you. He really hated you. He hated you till his stomach was painted with his own cum, his cock sore as his fingers gripped the base too tightly.

Cute townie, trotting in here. Can’t ride a horse, looks lost when Remy rattles off facts about why his cows are the most excellent, didn’t even own a pair of boots until you ruined a pair of your fancy shoes in the mud. Real cute. The kind of adorable where if someone like you, with a face like that, Wren would definitely have you in his bed after a charming little riding lesson and some flirting. But he couldn’t. Because of that fucking golden ring adoring your finger.

He did do his best at first, keeping away from you, real polite, only sometimes swinging by to help out when you got lost on the stupidly big estate. One of his winning smiles, a squeeze of your elbow, and then he could disappear back into his work, only sometimes glancing over to see what you were up to. Sweet little thing. Sweet thing that he won’t lure into his bed at all, god no, because he will be fired at best, killed at medium, and turned into one of Remy’s best bulls at worst.

Which was annoying. He didn’t even pay attention to you. It’s like that one time when he was a wee sprog, his somewhat friend had a toy that they hadn’t played with in a while, and then acted so annoyed when he stole it for himself. Like, what did he expect? When people put stuff aside, Wren will usually take it and be halfway out the door before they realise it was gone.

He just happened to think that the same rules should apply to you. Get left in the corner too long, and he’s allowed to step in. No one puts baby in the corner and so on and so forth. But apparently Remy and the Church of England were against his very reasonable thought process.

Luckily, you seemed to agree with his thought process. Somewhat.

You were obviously bored. Leaning against the bedroom balcony, watching the cows be led out. Wren looked up from his horse, the scene mocking Romeo and Juliet as you barely looked at him, and he was getting a lovely view of your legs. But you did notice him. Soft brown eyed boy with the wicked smile. You didn’t get to meet him properly, only formally. Remy just vaguely gestured at him, called him Wren and moved on, with one gloved hand pressing against your back.

A gesture Wren also liked to do with you.

Spotting you, bored, petting one of the horses. Hand against your back. Inviting you to a poker game. You accept.

The others worry. They can’t have fun like they usually do. Nothing scandalous or perverted, not while the boss’ spouse is sitting so pretty at the table. You were fun, it turns out. Only got more fun as the others became drowsy and passed out from all the shots. Only you and Wren awake.

How could he resist?

Tit for tat, he offered. Which you countered with “Tits for Tattoos?”, which amused him. You pull off your shirt, in return to see one of his tattoos. He likes you naked, and you like him… Showing off to you.

You win a hand, he has to share embarrassing stories, tattoos, see if he can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. He wins one…

He gets to taste that pretty little mouth. Lick your teeth as his lean hands grip your thighs, pressing you close. Wren gets to grope and squeeze and touch, feeling his thigh get warmer from where you are perched so cutely. Best of all, he could tell that Remy had yet to do his husbandly duty and fuck you like a whore. You were his, and the thought of shoving your face into the pillows of the marriage bed to fuck your hole raw never crossed his mind.

Idiot.

Well, Wren was his right hand man for a reason. Pick up the slack where Remy can’t.

It isn’t the marriage bed, but it’s his, and fuck, you look good. Debauched and spreading your legs just for him. To be fucked, a couple of paces down from your mansion, in his little cottage. He couldn’t breed you, obviously, but the thought of keeping you full, sated and a happy little spouse for his friend had him stroking at your stomach greedily. All his, at least for most nights in the week, and maybe every other midday break.

Yes, Wren settles on, as he fucks into your hole roughly, enjoying the arching plane of your back as you grip his thin pillows and covers. Yes, this is how it should be. Enjoying a tight little thing in his own bed.

[blaaamboozle]

Helloooo finally got some pony content here

Especially that it's my infection au!! Right now I'm just going to post the survivors until I can post the actual gore and the stages of of the infection. But while I'm working on that I hope you enjoy the survivors I got line up!!

!!TW!! Some death.

Starting off with King Sombra and Flurry Heart!! Now this au, Flurry Heart is a little older, so she is is around the same age Apple bloom would've been in the show. (The cutiemark crusaders are obviously little older in this au as well. And this takes place the beginning of season 3..just..a little different lol. Ah gotta love aus./g).

How Sombra became Flurry Hearts protector/guardian is a sad one with a sweet ending though. King Sombra came back once the Crystal Empire came back. But, it was easier than he thought. He just walked right in, trotting around the empty streets of the Empire. But, it was oddly quiet. He was more so confused and a little worried if the ponies were even alive. As he was trotting up to the Castle, he was attacked by an infected. He quickly fought back and impaled the infected pony (owch). He was now alert and he was bitten. Luckily for Sombra, he isn't a normal pony. He was more shadow than pony. So he can't get infected, he's immune. However, due to his dark magic corrupting his body many moons ago, he can't provide a cure. Once, Sombra got into the castle he noticed it was a pretty bloody sight. Before he noticed a white unicorn carrying a filly alicorn on his back, running away from a horde of infected ponies. Sombra quickly blocked the horde with his black crystals, saving the unicorn and filly. The unicorn turns out to be Shining Armor and the filly is his daughter, Flurry Heart. He suddenly began to beg and plead with Sombra, hoping he could take care of Flurry Heart, to protect her until her mother gets back from Canterlot. Sombra cringes at the idea of protecting this filly but, he knew she would probably die if she doesnt have anyone to guide her and provide for her. And he noticed that Shining Armor was bitten, and it was spread fast. Sombra is cruel, but he isn't that cruel. He promises Shining Armor to protect Flurry and takes her. He now is trying to reinforce the castle and to get any survivors into the castle to build and army to defend themselves and the other survivors. Flurry heart slowly brings out a softness in Sombra, and the two are close. Almost like found family (sobs)

I love these two, they are so cute and the fact that my version of Sombra always wanted kids when he wasn't corrupt but couldn't but then has to protect Flurry heart us just very sweet. He's literally a dad. And Flurry heart just brings out is sweet side and she just makes him play dolls and dress up, most definitely lol.

Here's their story!! I will post Twilight, AJ, Pinkie, Fluttershy and Discord soon!! I think I will post Twilight soon and I will work on RD very soon!! I have lost to work on and write as well!! (Also sorry if I misspelled anything or used the wrong words..I'm not the best at that lol)

[shhtickerbook]

Iced Chocolate

Chapter three

chapter three is up! Some more fluffy sickfic caretaking :) posted under the cut and on AO3 as usual

chapter one

chapter two

Just as expected, Willy’s fever was pretty high. But the sheen of sweat across his brow already proved that rather obviously. Abacus proposing a lukewarm bath would help the temperature come down a little, as well as making him feel a lot fresher.

“Do you think you could try standing up?”

Abacus suggested, wanting to test the waters of how frail he was. Willy did his best, slowly sliding his legs off the bedframe. Wincing in disgust as his hands sunk into the soaked mattress, a bath right now sounded heavenly. With Abacus’ help, he got to his feet, but as soon as his body adjusted to the change in gravity it felt like his stomach was doing front-flips.

“OooOoh”

He groaned, shaking his head and sitting back down again before he lost any liquid left in his stomach from the night before. Taking slow deep breaths until the nausea passed, he felt so vile.

“You just sit there, I’m going to have to call in the cavalry.”

-

After a few minutes, Abacus returned with further assistance. Piper Benz poking her head around the door frame with a sad smile.

“Heard a little friend of mine wasn’t feeling too good”

She said as she approached the boy, from what Abacus had briefed her on he was feeling very sick and small. She adored the few times that she’d cared from him when regressed, but just wished it was in better circumstances now.

Willy weakly lifted his arms, Piper gave the best hugs. So she quickly reciprocated, Willy clinging onto her hard.

“Now I heard that Lottie has run you a bath, and you can’t be feeling very comfy right now I’d say.”

Willy nodded into her shoulder, linking his fingers around her neck. Piper then lifting him right up into her arms, Willy squirming away in alarm at first.

“No- mmgross”

He was still pretty soaked, and was panicking he would make Piper all dirty. She wasn’t in the slightest bit phased through, just chuckling as she stood up with him in her arms.

“These overalls have seen much worse, trust me. So don’t make yourself even sicker from worrying okay?”

So after a few moments he managed to relax into her hold, placing his aching head against her chest to listen to her heartbeat. Abacus wrapped a blanket over him before they left the door, they quickly trotted down the stairs outside to reach the entrepreneurial suite. Piper tucking the blanket over the chocolatiers head to protect him from the blizzard.

-

Lottie was waiting by the bathroom, pouting sadly when seeing the bundle of blankets that contained the boy. She opened the bathroom door for them to enter, Willy immediately greeted by the scent of violets.

“I decided to add one of my bath cubes and a few other little things, they were a gift from a long time ago, but we don’t often get the opportunity for luxury here”

Lottie explained, most of the crew here just had to rely on a washbasin which certainly wasn’t the ritz. Reluctantly Piper had to forcibly detach Willy from her to put him down on a stool, who whined at being pulled apart from her.

“Cmon buddy, you’re gonna feel better soon I promise”

She said as she lifted his chin to look up at her. Her heart breaking at his tired tearstained face. Abacus stepped inside, testing the temperature of the water. Perfectly lukewarm and tepid.

“I’ll sort him out here, I don’t suppose either of you could change his sheets? He’s going to need a fair amount of nursing, the poor sod.”

Both women nodded, Willy had done quite a lot for them all. It was the least they could give back to help him when so sick. Abacus closed the door and turned to Wonka again, who had his knees up to his chin as he held the blanket around him tightly.

“Alright, now would you like me to just leave you here to get on with it, and I come back to check up?”

Abacus offered, although he was clearly feeling very small and sickly, he still had to respect his

basic boundaries. But Willy looked conflicted at the question, frowning as he thought. The very small fraction of his bigger self was adamant that he could bathe on his own for goodness sake, but in his sick addled mind? He really felt helpless, and he didn’t want to be alone. Abacus saw him fretting with himself, so knelt down to his level.

“Or I could stay? If that’s what you’d prefer?”

Willy bit his lip as he looked to the ground, before looking up for a second and nodding. Grateful that Abacus made the suggestion so that he didn’t have to ask.

“Msorry”

He mumbled feeling so pathetic, he couldn’t even bathe himself. But Abacus scoffed at his nonsense.

“You have nothing to apologise for.”

Abacus emphasised as he placed a hand on his shoulder, it was clear he was feeling a lot younger than usual. So very carefully he helped him out of the sopping wet nightgown, Wonka looking somehow even smaller in thin vest and undershorts. Pale arms shivering violently.

“Now would you like to undress and hop inside? I’ll turn away until you’re inside”

Willy smiled weakly with a nod, appreciating the privacy as he undressed. Quickly hopping into the lavender tub, the foam creating a security barrier.

“I’m in”

He mumbled, Abacus turning back as promised. Not able to hold back a smile at the sight, his small frame being drowned by the mountain of bubbles. He stretched his legs out, shivering a little.

“It’s..cold?”

He frowned at Abacus, like he was playing some cruel trick on him. Willy had been hoping for a nice hot bath, having not had one for a while.

“It’s not cold, I checked. It’s just lukewarm, we’re trying to lower your temperature, not increase it any further.”

Abacus had pulled a stool out to sit by the tub, dipping a cloth into the water before dabbing at his forehead. It didn’t make much sense to Willy still, he felt cold, how was his fever high? His attention then moved to the bubbles infront of him, reaching out to hold them. They smelled nice, but he couldn’t quite remember what they were called.

“It’s violet, I know because my Eleanor douses herself with the stuff”

Abacus smiled sadly as he spoke of his wife. Although they exchanged letters since he’d been away, he missed her so. And each letter would always carry that violet musk. Willy held the bubbles closer, he liked the smell. Maybe it would transfer nicely into a flavour for chocolate. Impulsively poking his tongue out to test it, Abacus noticing and flicking the bubbles from his hands.

“Oh my goodness No! That’s soap, you silly boy”

He chastised as he shook his head, somehow the chocolatier always found new ways to alarm him with his nonsense. Willy looked up irritatedly, feeling like Abacus had completely overreacted. At first it had tasted interesting, but extremely quickly the taste in his mouth was entirely soap. Willy wiping at his tongue with his hand in an attempt to try and rid himself of the taste.

“Wasnt gon eat it. Thought it could be a flavour.”

Abacus just chuckled exasperatingly, returning to the cloth and gently sponging at Willys hot sweaty skin. Typical Wonka behaviour.

“Well I’m pretty sure Violet has been used in confectionery before. I was once gifted a box of floral fondants, but I’ve never been keen on fondant myself. But I don’t see why you couldn’t try it in a recipe.”

He suggested, taking a mental note to try and find some actual violets for Willy to experiment with. Just as long as it kept him from trying to eat soap again.

-

The following half hour went by blissfully, Abacus even washing Willys hair for him. He’d only been using a slither of soap at the washbasin for the past weeks and his curls were in less than perfect condition. Lottie had even left a small bottle of her own liquid shampoo for them to use.

The sensation of his hair being washed brought back some memories of his mother, Winifred would work many odd jobs as they traveled from place to place by canal. She once worked a shift at a fancy woman’s salon and helped do a brides hair for her wedding. When she returned back to the boat she came with off-cuts of soap and gossip from all the fancy upper class ladies. Then practiced all the things she’d learned with Willys hair that night, the entire canal boat smelling

freshly of soap for days.

He was so engrossed in his daydreaming that he didn’t even notice Abacus trying to get his attention to sit back up. The accountant just found it rather amusing, Wonka lying face up in the soft lilac water with his brown hair creating a halo around him.

“Cmon lad. The waters getting a little too cold now”

Willy blinked his eyes open, slowly sitting up in the water. Feeling a slight head rush as he did so, and he was starting to feel a bit chilly. Abacus grabbed a towel from the rack, holding it open to create a privacy screen for Willy to step into. The towel was soft and warm, clearly belonging to somebody else and not one of the scratchy thin Scrubbit ones.

Somehow Willy Wonka managed to look even smaller inside that towel, especially when Abacus wound it around him tightly so that only his face and a curl of his hair was visible.

Although Willy still felt pretty dreadfully unwell, he at least wasn’t sweaty and damp anymore.

A jaunty knock came at the door, Willy turning his head in interest. A jolly sing song voice ringing out as the door opened a crack.

“Special delivery for somebody!”

Willy winced a little at the volume as Larry Chucklesworth cracked the door open ajar. Lottie and Piper had filled him in on what had happened and heard his little friend was in need of some fresher clothing. Abacus let him inside, the “comedian” holding a pair of deep blue pyjamas.

“Thank you Larry, these will do nicely.”

Abacus took them from his grasp, unfolding them to find they were certainly far too large. It would have to do regardless. Larry smiled sadly at the sight of his friend, who for the first time couldn’t quite hold his signature confident grin. Crouching a little to his level.

“Hey there, heard you’re pretty sick little guy?”

Wonka nodded slowly, Larry was just stating the obvious.

“Hey did ya hear about the sick fish? He was a little eel!”

Larry joked with a grin, pausing in silence as he waited for a reaction. Usually Willy would try offer a sympathetic chuckle, (honestly, he often didn’t understand them) But this time he didn’t have the energy to do so, just raising his eyebrows in un-amusement, Abacus as well.

“Tough crowd huh? It’s probably just cause you’re feelin so nasty.”

The comic reassured himself as he gently pinched the chocolatiers nose. He was much more accustomed to the giggly little Wonka when he was feeling regressed, it was peculiar to see his buddy looking so forlorn.

“Well I best get him dressed and back into bed, could you grab Piper to help him get upstairs?”

Abacus requested, with Larry nodding with an exaggerated salute before exiting. Willy reached out to take hold onto the new nightclothes, the differing texture intriguing him. They were faux silk, making them slightly cool and slippery to the touch. Abacus nodding to himself, the fabric would be much better at keeping him cool and less sweaty from fever.

There were small embroidered golden stars dotted across the fabric, Willy tracing them with his thumb. They were really pretty, too pretty infact. Reluctantly he returned the pyjamas back over to Abacus, looking away sadly.

“Can’t-”

He mumbled, Abacus’ brow furrowing in confusion. He understood that they were likely a little too big for him, but he didn’t seem to mind much before.

“Whatever do you mean? Larry is more than happy for you to borrow them.”

Abacus began to unfold the clothes, wanting to dress him sooner than later so he didn’t get too cold. Willy was looking away to the floor, biting his lip before explaining. He felt embarrassed to say it, but Abacus had been more than understanding about the topic before.

“I’ll just make them all gross again”

He muttered agonisingly, but it was true. And especially with how sick he felt, he couldn’t be sure if it would happen again. With how pretty they were, he didn’t want to ruin them. Abacus tutted affectionately, reaching over to pat Willys knee.

“I think Larry was aware of the risks when he offered them. And don’t forget, last time I checked we lived in a washhouse. Things can be easily cleaned.”

He assured him with a warm smile, Willy feeling a lump in his throat, aside from the pain he already had. He struggled to understand why Abacus was so..? Okay with everything, even the icky stuff. Before his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Alright you, I can hear Piper on her way down. Let’s get you dressed and back up to bed where you belong.”

[yveltalreal]

[Offscreen Post: Return to Sender]

The dorm was quiet, the only sounds being the steady ticking of the clock hung on the wall. Even the hall was quiet, with most of the students for the upcoming semester not having arrived yet.

In this quiet moment, Pickle idly groomed herself. The feline pokemon ought to look her best, especially if her trainer was deciding to keep that evil distortionspawn wearing the flesh of a glameow. She refused to be replaced by that... thing. Maybe it would convince Maple that he didn't NEED another catmon, especially not that one.

The meowscarada carefully adjusted her mask when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tami the absol's head suddenly shoot up. It didn't take long for the source of the absol's sudden panic to be located though as suddenly a strange light filled the room and the ever present sound of the clock ceased.

Pickle took a few wary steps back, fur standing on end as Tami stood up to join herm The absol was wary but not alarmed. Pickle thought that was stupid because clearly the world was about to end and the absol should have been freaking out about that.

As the source of the light shifted, becoming more humanoid in appearance, Princess Creature trotted out from her hiding spot to join the other two felines with a curious mrrp.

Of course! This was obviously Creature's fault! Creature had summoned the end times! There was but one way Pickle could fix this.

She picked up the Glameow and threw it at the light.

Creature sailed through the air before hitting the figure in the light squate in the chest and bring caught in its arms. In an instant, the light dissipated and the figure was revealed to be a woman with dark skin, a gaunt face, and long blue hair.

The woman looked stared a bewildered Tami and Pickle, before looking down at the evil, horrible glameow in her arms. The second she registered Creature, she happily lifted the catmon above her head with a wide smile, cooing and babbling at the thing as if it was a mere kitty and not some foul beast.

"THERE YOU ARE!" The woman exclaimed happily before bringing creature down towards her face and nuzzling it excitedly. "My sweet little baby girl! My wonderful little daughter! Mommy missed you so much she had no idea where you went! Don't ever run off without me again! My sweet little baby!!"

Pickle stared on. She was one of THOSE trainers. And to that monster no less. Disgusting.

The meowscarada began to growl lowly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, expecting her trainer only to be dissapointed when she realized it was the other one

"Rona," The One That Was Not Her Trainer started, getting the strange woman's attention. "It's been years. You cannot keep calling that thing your daughter to cope with me killing the real one."

The woman said something about not knowing for sure but Pickle didn't pay full attention, just staring at The Other One, The One That Was Not Her Trainer, in shock. She really did just say that, huh? Out of fucking pocket.

She was snapped out of her shock when The Other One spoke again.

"Right. Whatever. You have your glameow, so leave."

The woman made an exaggerated pout and began to whine dramatically.

"Awwww, I can't stay and hang out with an old friend? Catch up? Discuss what we've been up to? Talk about you chose this one to be your little toy for the next couple thousand years?" As she asked the question, she tucked Creature under her arm like a sportsball and gestured towards Maple's body, the body The Other One was currently posessing.

The One That Was Not Her Trainer was not amused.

"No," it said simply. "Leave. I have no wish to discuss anything with you."

The woman was clearly disappointed but relented anyways. Good choice. Pickle wouldn't have pushed The Other One anymore either.

She quickly said her goodbyes and thanked them for keeping the glameow (who's name was Fortune, actually. Not Princess creature. It should have been named Vile Evil Thing in Pickle's opinion) before dissappearing into the same light she had appeared in. As soon as she was gone, the clock began to tick again.

Pickle just stared until the other one spoke.

"Let's not let Maple know about this one either."

[oldfritz]

Hey so i hope this isn't weird? But I was wondering if there were ever any book passages or whatever that describe what Fritz looked like? Hair colour, eye colour, height or whatever haha.

And are there any tellings of him fighting in the wars or getting wounded or smth? Because I've heard he was supposed to fight in the front lines often, but I can't find a source for that.

Sorry, if this is bothering you or you don't have the time to look for this stuff. Hope you have a great day!!

Hey there! Dude, I've been asked about Fritz's asshole. You asking about his physical appearance is like a breath of fresh air. We also do have evidence of him fighting in wars and being shot at, but we'll get to all that (with sources) in a moment! First, the poncy boy face! Under a cut because heh, it got long (again)

Walk, Walk Fashion Baby:

As I don't know what exact period of his life you want to work with, I'm going to give you as much as I can for what he looked like at varying points. Obviously somethings don't change but in the interest of transparency, accuracy, and other important bullshit I'll try to cover everything. If I miss something, I encourage those also in the know to provide their own additions!

While Fritz favored French clothes in his youth, he practically stopped wearing them once he ascended to the throne. It was only on special occasions he would trot out the fancy stuff (so a couple times a year max); the rest of all time he'd be wearing the military uniform you see every portrait of him in (I believe every biography I've read has touched on this but credit to Blanning, Asprey, MacDonogh, Ritter, Carlyle, and whoever writes the next one <3)

For his height, MacDonogh places him at 5'2/1.60m(Frederick the Great, 133)

We get a more holistic picture of his appearance from the Comte de Guibert and his Observations. He describes Fritz as "stoop[ing] much' and 'short-sighted, [though] his fine blue eyes are full of vivacity and fire." He also remarks that his clothes are "commonly old and shabby" with the only mark of distinction being the Order of the Black Eagle on his breast. We don't get a color for his hair, but it is described as "always cued and carelessly twisted into a single buckle at the sides." Guibert, and many many other sources, comment on his frequent snuff-usage, with a snuff box always on his person (5-6, read it for yourself here).

From Bielfeld we do get his hair color though! Light brown. When it wasn't curled, it was tied back in a pig tail (he's just like me fr) (MacDonogh, 133).

For post-Seven Year's War, we turn to Carlyle now! His clothing is now described as likely to be stained with a "good deal of Spanish snuff." He lacks a "godlike physiognomy" with his "close-shut mouth with thin lips, prominent jaws and nose, receding brow, by no means of Olympian height [ed note: unprovoked?!]." His blue eyes have now dimmed to a grey. We're going to be here awhile, eviscerating an old man. Get out the Chicago style, big boy quote:

Not what is called a beautiful man; nor yet, by all appearance, what is called happy. On the contrary, the face bears evidence of many sorrows...of much hard labour done in this world; and seems to anticipate nothing but more still coming. Quiet stoicism, capable enough of what joy there were, but not expecting any worth mention; great unconscious and some conscious pride, well tempered with a cheery mockery of humour, --- are written on that old face; which carries its chin well forward, in spite of the slight stoop about the neck; snuffy nose rather flung into the air, under its old cocked-hate, ---like an old snuffy lion on the watch; and such a pair of eyes as no man or lion or lynx of the Century bore elsewhere. (Carlyle's Frederick the Great, 319-20).

For Old Man Fritz, we're fortunate enough that his death mask survives. It's the closest we'll ever come to knowing what he truly looked like (there's a few Pesne portraits he sat for, but royal portraiture is often a game of flattery). The only other way we'd know would be to, say, open his coffin and get a look at the old bones. Which Friedrich Wilhelm Fuerst von Hohenzollern did! He remarked upon the corpse's "aquiline jaw and prominent upper lip. His hair was 'ash grey' ...He was wearing a faded blue uniform tunic with red facings, black breeches and natural coloured leather boots, which covored his knees. ...What Prince Hohenzollern found most remarkable, however, was the corpse's likeness to the drawings and paintings of Adolph Menzel" (MacDonogh, 8; I can't help that this guy has the best index for 'getting asked random tumblr questions').

Austrians Shot the Sheriff:

(and they kept killing the deputies)

So, yeah, Fritz did fight in his own wars and is considered the last king in Europe to have done so. For all three Silesian Wars and the War of Bavarian Succession, he was campaigning at the same time and in much the same way (trains of books, dogs, and other can't-live-without luxuries not withstanding) as his men. It took him sometime to get his sea legs, so to speak. While the Mollwitz wound up being a win for the Prussian army as a whole, it was a personal embarrassment for Frederick. Before the battle, he wrote to friends and family accepting that his death was one possible outcome: "You know the fortunes of war, which respect the life of a king no more than that of a commoner. I don't know what will happen to me. If my time is up, remember a friend who loves you tenderly" (Asprey, 195). At the battle, he was noted for "leading by example, exposing himself to almost certain death" while rallying his troops. To his side, his cousin's head is exploded off by cannon fire (201). When another soldier intercepts a blow meant for Frederick, at Schwerin's suggestion Frederick hands over command and flees the battle. It's the last time he, personally, ever flees from battle (tactical retreats are another matter).

There were plots to kidnap him while on campaign. While these never came to fruition, they do demonstrate the vulnerable position he was putting himself in. The best example comes from Kunersdorf, the worst battle of Fritz's career and just an all-around shit show. But we're not getting into failed battle tactics and which flank fell apart (and please don't ask me that, I'll just parrot back whatever Asprey and Showalter have to say). Let's get the words straight from the horses mouth. Fritz, darling, tell us how one of the worst days of your life went:

I rallied them three times; at last I thought I would be captured and was obliged to yield the field of battle. My coat is riddled with bulletholes, two horses were killed under me, my misfortune is to still be alive. ...At this moment everyone is running away and I am no longer master of my own people...This is a cruel reverse which I shall not survive...I have no more resources, and to tell the truth I believe everything is lost...Goodbye forever (Asprey, 520).

Anyways, I hope this answered your question well enough! Fritz fought his own battles, dodged some bullets, and all while being a shriveled up husk of a man (to paraphrase Carlyle)