#pylon talks

[lone-pylon]

So I bought a printer

[kayvsworld]

i always forget i have Healthcare System Anxiety until i have to interact with The Healthcare System and immediately just start screaming internally for days

[captain-hollis]

Why do they scrap pylons when they decomission them. They should give them to me

[ruggiezz]

— EMBARASSING THINGS THEY DID IN THE PAST : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] embarassing things they did when they were younger that now haunt them whenever they are trying to sleep

[characters] deuce, cater, trey (+chenya), leona, ruggie, jack, malleus

[extra] my last 3 posts are literally so unserious, so here's another one, for the funsies (ily guys)

★﹕DEUCE SPADE

When he was in elementary school, he would chat with his friends while waiting for his mom to come pick him up and take him home. That particular day, his mom was late, and 6-year-old Deuce freaked out. He was convinced that his mom didn't love him anymore, and that's why he wouldn't pick him up—that he was going to be homeless and would have to live on the streets in a cardboard box. He even started crying, which made his friends cry. They started saying goodbye to Deuce because how were they going to see him again if his mom wouldn't bring him to school?

Anyways, his mom came to pick him up 10 minutes later.

★﹕CATER DIAMOND

Back then when he actually tried to make friends whenever he moved schools, he had a huge crush on one of his classmates. One day, he overheard his crush talking about how they "would love to be with someone who loves nature as much as them". Cater wanted to impress his crush so badly that he made a Magicam post with him posing next to random trees and captioned it with "I love nature so much omg😍".

The photo is still out there on the internet because he forgot the password for the account, and the idea of someone from NRC finding the account terrifies him.

★﹕TREY CLOVER (+CHENYA)

Another one that takes place in elementary school. Trey and Chenya were walking around the city after classes when they spotted an electricity pylon. They thought it was the Eiffel Tower (the equivalent of it in Twisted Wonderland), and they got all excited about it, so they came back with Trey's parents so they could take a picture of them next to it.

Their parents bring up the topic from time to time just to laugh at their innocence back then.

★﹕LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

When he was a little kid, he had a nightmare where he was being chased. He was tossing around the bed, mumbling while sleeping. Falena was walking around the halls when he heard noises from Leona's room, and when he saw him clearly having a nightmare, he tried to wake him up. Leona got so startled that he screamed and kicked his older brother in the face.

Sometimes he remembers when he's about to fall asleep, and suddenly his sleepiness is gone from how much he cringed.

★﹕RUGGIE BUCCHI

He needed money, so he decided to work as a party mascot. It went well the first couple of times; it paid well, until he had to work at this particular kids party. The parents told Ruggie to walk down the stairs, greet the kid, wish him a happy birthday, and then just stand there to greet the children whenever they talked to him. Keep in mind that he couldn't see well in the mascot suit. So when Ruggie tried to walk down the stairs, he tripped and fell. The suit's head fell off, and there was just silence for around ten seconds, then the kids started crying. They thought their favorite character had just died right in front of them.

The birthday boy was inconsolable. Needless to say, Ruggie didn't get paid, and his party mascot careed ended that day.

★﹕JACK HOWL

It happened when his parents weren't home. His younger siblings were playing around with paint, and they asked him if they could paint his face. Jack said yes because it was harmless and would wash off, right? Wrong, it was permanent paint.

He had an important exam the next day, so he just showed up to school with his face looking like a kid painting that parents would display on the fridge door. Jack had to go to school like that for three days.

★﹕MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus has known Lilia for as long as he can remember; he basically raised him. One day, he had the genius idea to copy his hair. He waited for a moment when he was left unsupervised (in Lilia's defense, Malleus faked being asleep), grabbed some scissors, and cut his own bangs. It was awful; it looked like how you would think a little kid would cut their hair. He was so proud of himself until Lilia saw it. To little Malleus dismay, Lilia laughed his ass off, and whenever his laughter would stop, he would look at Malleus and start laughing again.

He got so upset he burned Lilia's bangs off.

[moistvonlipwig]

more bsgposting incoming: it's wild how athena has on-paper one of the most brilliant character arc concepts in all of bsg and then the execution completely falls flat because a) she becomes attached at the hip to the blandest man ever invented and b) she has NO solidarity with the other eights or any of the other cylons to the point of MURDERING BOOMER even though boomer never did anything worse than she herself did. girl those are your PEOPLE why do you hate them so much!!!

[apas-95]

especially because the conceot it's a metaphor for is honestly fairly straightforward. you can just say you don't have much energy. any level of explaining about mental versus physical fatigue will inevitably be shorter than explaining the concept of mental utensil commerce

i dont think spoons is a very good metaphor and i genuinely dont understand why it caught on

[spiteless-xo]

since we're being semi soft today.... do u have any fluffy thoughts on any of the marley boys ?

🙊 i'm answering this out of order from the requests in my inbox because i was HOPING someone would ask this after i posted the fluffy thoughts on the other boys -- so thank you for this 🥰

╰┈➤ fluffy headcanons pt. 2 - aot.

ft. colt, reiner, porco, zeke. cw. gender neutral reader

⋙ colt grice.

colt coaches falco's soccer team. he gets up early in the morning, dressed in a fleece half-zip with some gloves to set up pylons on the field for the kids' drills. he knows every kid by name and doesn't give any special attention to falco just because he's his brother -- parents love him. doesn't notice that some of the younger moms are hitting on him until you point it out, and then he gets awkward and flustered every time he sees them.

please just picture this man with little pink-flushed cheeks from the early september chill, blowing steam into his hands to keep them warm. he's calling out encouragements to all the kids as they run back and forth on the field -- always praise, because they're just kids and this is only for fun. he looks back at stands and just beams at you, excited that you were willing to get up so early just to watch him coach a bunch of little kids

idk why, but in my head, colt is not funny 💀 like he just doesn't understand comedic timing and isn't quite a quick or sharp as some of the other boys, but he appreciates every single one of your jokes!! he absolutely kills himself laughing every time you make a joke and he gets so excited about them that he'll tell other people your jokes (poorly 😭) but be laughing so hard they don't even understand him

ALWAYS kisses you and tells you that he loves you when he says goodbye. it's something that he does with falco already (that falco hates, btw), and one day it just slipped with you like "mwah! love you, bye!" and he goes beet red in embarrassment when he realizes, but you quickly kiss him back and now you do it every day 🥺

⋙ reiner braun.

this man only knows angst i think reiner really cherishes quiet moments of intimacy with you. like driving in the car with your hand laced in his, or having a nice meal at home that the two of you cooked together. it means a lot more to him if you show him that you love him through small gestures, instead of telling him.

he looooooooves head massages. he'll sit on the floor between your legs on the couch while the two of you watch tv so you can run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. guy is vocal about it too, groaning and moaning when you rub his temples. 💀 and his knees go absolutely weak whenever you scratch his head

he has a really hard time falling asleep when he's alone 🥺 he gets really anxious at night sometimes, so if the two of you are apart he hardly gets any sleep at all -- but when you're in bed with him, this guy falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. he feels so safe and comfortable with you that it helps ease some of his worries just knowing that you're beside him.

if you roll away from him in bed when the two of you are sleeping together, guaranteed in a sleepy haze, this man is grabbing at the bed trying to find you again. the second his hand rests on your body, he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest -- sighing into your shoulder and sleepily kissing your neck. when you tell him about it the next day, he says he doesn't even remember doing it 😭

⋙ porco galliard.

porco is perpetually grumpy and bratty, except for when it comes to you. this man literally will talk to you in a baby voice when the two of you are alone together 💀 if you've ever seen those tiktoks where the girl calls her bf and makes him do the baby voice when he's with their friends -- that's porco.

like "babyyyy, i'm weawy hungee, can you make me a snack?" and he's looking up at you with big dumb eyes and a little pout while he rubs his belly. lowkey kinda cringe but the shift between his baby voice when he's alone with you and his normal voice when he's with the boys is just too funny 💀

also -- loves snacks. has a stash of chips and cookies and treats in the cupboard because he's always munching on something. if you're cooking dinner for him, he'll take a snack tax and munch on one of the foods you're prepping for dinner. you always tell him he's going to spoil his appetite, but he hasn't yet!

LOVES GOSSIP!! when the two of you are out with your friends and one of them says some out-of-pocket shit, you see porco in the corner of your eye looking at you like 👀 and you just KNOW he's going to talk about it on the car on the way home. in fact -- when the two of you go on road trips together, you don't even listen to any music. you just spend the entire time filling each other in with drama at work/school/etc. and gossiping about how other people's relationships aren't as good as yours 💀

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke is in his early thirties but he acts like an old man. whenever he gets up from sitting down he's pushing himself up with his hands and groaning. cracking his back with a loud moan. sighing heavily and collapsing into the couch like 💀

really into grilling? like spent a bunch of money on a fancy grill and now will take any excuse to have people over for a barbeque. he's got an apron that says something dumb like "women love me, fish fear me". you guys will be having a bbq and he's standing by the grill, watching the meat, with a pair of dark rayban sunglasses and a beer in his hand.

loves feeding you. like physically feeding you. like, if he wants you to try something that he cooked, he'll hold it in his fingers and get you to open his mouth for him 💀 he sets a little piece of cookie down on your tongue or between your teeth, and watch you expectantly as you chew it and tell him your opinion

loves building things, too. like you'll mention offhand that you think it'd be nice to have a garden and the next weekend he's coming home with planks of wood and building you raised garden beds 🥺 you don't even have to ask, he's just like "she wants a garden? ok, i'm on it!" and he immediately gets to work.

[calder]

hello! i stumbled across your blog very recently and am curious as to what the tag v13 means- sorry if you’ve answered this before, i’m on mobile!

fallout is based on wasteland. wasteland is based on a canticle for liebowitz. a canticle for liebowitz is about catholics bickering about fiction in the dust of america for hundreds and hundreds of years. it is about religion and the concept of a dark age

VAULT 13: A GURPS Post-Nuclear Adventure was the ip's name in the conceptual phase. the very first VAULT 13 worldbuilding pitch doc--a timeline--spoke of a Dark God, a term deployed throughout Fallout but only contextualized in the fallout bible, which does not actually use the term. Laura has a special voiced line just for Tell Me About: Dark,God: "The what?"

Project V-13 was interplay's original Fallout Online, which was cancelled by the publisher bethesda like fifteen years ago now.

pylon v-13 is a location at the end of Fallout 76's map where a character from Project V-13 built a time portal and disappeared. it is the most cursed location in the game

by accepting its premise, we arrive at v13 lore, the rejection of canon in light of canonical time travel and multiverse, which has always been a thing, and is also literally a joke. it's the realization that fallout is defined by creativity, interpretation, expression, and argument. it is the understanding that non-canon lore and controversial lore are basic and vital pieces of the history of the setting. and it's the begrudging admission that fallout is a cultural legend, irreplaceable and beyond anyone's control. fallout makes sense to everyone and demands our imagination. it always will

enabled by all the most hated and rejected lore, my characters are time-travelling supervillains who know the things i know, and scour the wastelands endlessly to expand their knowledge. this diegetic headspace and cosmology is a lens i use to explore the concepts of conspiracy theory, paranormal thought, religion, and occultism, all of which i am deeply critical of. i have learned a lot about these matters because i was able to fully engage with them in the context of fallout.

also the talking deathclaws lived in vault 13 and the courier carries the vault 13 canteen. there's also some esoteric shit about 13 high priests, 13 ghouls, and 13 landmarks. it's a pretty specific throughline. it's there if you're mad enough to look for it. and we'll never really know what it means if anything

thats what it means. to me

another thing i always say is. any setting where humans don't see ghosts is a strange fantasy. humans have always seen ghosts. don't mean ghosts are real. just means folks see ghosts. and at some point you gotta talk about it

hope this isnt complete nonsense

[telleroftime]

Bloom ||| Bowser x Reader

You're on a walk with Bowser in the woods of the Mushroom Kingdom when you end up falling down into a bunch of flowers.

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Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Bowser Masterlist

A/N: Someone complimented my writing and that inflated my ego so it's time for more Bowser fics.

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You didn’t know how you managed to convince Bowser to allow you to tag along on one of his expeditions into what was pretty much enemy territory, nor how you managed to convince the mighty King of the Koopas to go on a walk with you through the forests south of the camp, but you wore a bright and proud smile as you wandered down the worn, muddy path.

You've been to the Mushroom Kingdom before in passing, representing the koopas in any political squabble the royals decided to partake in, but you never took the time to actually see or experience it. You heard plenty of gossip from the castle staff. They always described the beautiful nature of the land. The flora that grew thick in the forests. The streams of water that rushed faster than lava could ever hope to achieve. Not only that, but you managed to eavesdrop on some scouts' talk, whispering about an opening somewhere within the woods. It was a clearing you wanted to see with your own eyes.

And now, as you walked ahead of your lover, the landscape was greener and more lush than you were used to.

Vivid grass sprouted from every corner, peaking between berry-clad bushes and tall, brown trees, fighting over the crust of the earth. Dots of red and blue and green mushrooms were scattered across the distance of the forest. Some formed tiny visible circles, no doubt highlighting the spread of mycelium below. In some places the mushrooms grew larger, competing with the size of the trees. Those reminded you of the decorated plazas of Toad Town, where the citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom showed off the largest growths like trophies.

You also wanted to argue that it was warmer than in the area surrounding the Dark Lands. Sunlight was bright on your skin as it filtered through the leafy canopy, heat seeping through the fabric of your royal clothes like the warmth of hot sand. It was smooth and felt like nothing less of a loving hug. It was a pleasant change to the lava's heat of the molten land you were used to, and it was different to the flicker of firelight that lit the pylons leading up to Bowser's Castle. The wind was fresh, not humid at all, and the air was breathable and ash-free.

You'd say that the moment rivalled the safety of the gold-lined walls of his kingdom.

Humming to yourself, your attention turned back to Bowser when you heard him release a low grunt. You had to cover your face to hold back your chuckle.

He was swatting his large paws at two bright blue butterflies. They dodged him with ease, though each swipe of his claws caused them to be pushed into disarray. They tumbled in the air, flapping their tiny wings wildly, before they returned to their assault. When one butterfly was pushed away, the other took its place in the fight. Whenever that one was hit, the previous came back, all the while Bowser grunted and growled in annoyance. It was almost like they were teasing the large koopa who was struggling against them and, against your better judgement, you let out a snort.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to bask in the moment for too long as the ground below your feet turned into a pillow of soft mush, causing your leg to roll and shoot a sharp pain through you and causing you to lose your balance.

In the moment that followed, you saw Bowser’s boiled gaze soften as it turned to you then widen with horror. His body bounded towards you, a sudden disregard to the butterflies, however his paws didn't quite reach you.

You tumbled down the mossy growth, rolling and falling and bouncing off the soft hill. Your eyes were tightly closed shut, your hands around your head until you let out a final oof. Your body's motion came to a stop right in the middle of rustling blooms.

You were dizzy as you unravelled yourself, a dull ache all around your body. You could taste grass on your tongue. You could feel the dirt and moss push against the palm of your hand. You could smell a variety of scents, but for a moment the most prominent one was mud.

Breathing in and slowly breathing out, shaking yourself out of your spinning head, you opened your eyes and looked around. A smile grew on your face.

You were surrounded by flowers. Hundreds of them at least.

It was the clearing.

They were growing in the pocket of light that you were lying in, white and yellow petals with golden centres staring you down as if they themselves came alive in the moment. They swayed gently in the warm breeze, performing their little enticing dance that called forth multiple insects. Bees were humming their sweet melodies and promises of honey, orange and pink butterflies were hovering like colourful fairies. None dared to entertain you.

Sitting there, your clothes spoiled with patches of green pigments, you were surprised that you didn’t sneeze. Your body wasn't used to the flora after living so long in the Dark Lands, and yet you felt not even a smidge of irritation. You didn’t want to sneeze. You didn't want to cough. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was the truth the rays of light revealed as they filtered through the large gaps in the canopy. There was little to no pollen in the air. There was no dust and no seeds. The air was completely clear.

Knocked out of your thoughts, you felt the ground shake beneath you and heard Bowser roar your name. He thudded next to you, crunching the flowers under his body, large hands cupping your significantly smaller head with such delicate tenderness that even you thought you'd break at his touch.

"Are ya hurt?" He said, a growl masked through his concern, "tell me where it hurts."

You let him squish your face for a little while, nodding in his hands every time he growled and huffed in worry. His red eyes never left your body as he scanned over you. From your face to your arms to your chest to your legs. He checked you at least three times, and after he was done, he sat back with a loud thump, his hands dropping to the sides, grumbling under his breath.

A grumbling that stopped when you blindly picked a flower, leaned up as best as you could and put it between his horn and his flame-like hair.

"White suits you," you complimented, toying with a stray strand of red that fell from the rest of the heap.

You looked into his eyes only for him to huff in return, moving his head to look away.

Your smile widened.

There was a moment of comfortable silence that passed between the two of you as you sat amongst the blooms, your hand caressing the side of his snout. You heard the buzz of pollinators, seeing a few fly close with curiosity from the corner of your eye. You could hear the birds squawk melodiously in the trees above you. A tweet here and a tweet there in tune with the rustling leaves.

Most importantly, you could hear Bowser breathing.

In and out.

In and out.

Only to pause when you leaned into his chest, your hand dropping to your lap. Now you could also hear his heart hammer in his chest. You could feel it strum and you could feel him swallow as he wrapped his large arms around you, mindful of the rough scales and the metal bracelets around his wrists. You sat like that for a moment longer.

"I'll be honest," you started, looking up at him from the safety he provided, cupping his snout in your hands again as your back rested against his chest, "I rolled my ankle when I fell. You'll have to carry me back."

You smiled, your brows furrowing before relaxing when you heard him muster a laugh. It was like a roar, though you felt the strain behind it. He didn’t want to be too loud with how close you were to him.

"How 'bout we continue with our walk?"

You felt his snout morph with his grin, Bowser being as emotived as ever. His arms moved, twitching with light anticipation, and you leaned to the side to place a soft kiss on his bicep. "Only if it's no trouble."

"If it's my consort then it's ne'er any trouble."

His arms moved then, effortlessly lifting you from the ground as he stood up. Patting himself off the flowers that stuck to his scales, he adjusted you in his grip. Carefully, he made sure you were comfortable and secure in the crook of his large arm, nuzzling into you before he trooped forward with a wide grin.

The butterflies from before had returned, fluttering around the two of you.

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Bowser Masterlist

[valtsv]

I see we were talking about pylons and I raise you:

(the photos are kinda bad, but they looked like they were glowing gold)

irl angel moment

[too-antigonish]

More Top Shaun Evans Acting Moments in Endeavour

When I posted Top 10 Shaun Evans Acting Moments in Endeavour a few weeks ago, I asked folks to let me know what I had missed.

This is a compilation of all of the replies I received...plus 3 more I couldn't resist adding myself.

The rooftop scene in S1E2: Fugue (~1h26m10s)

"Go home, put your best record on, loud as it'll play, and with every note, you remember... that's something that the darkness couldn't take from you." --suggested by @librawritesstuff

2. At the pub with Ms. Frazil in S2E2: Nocturne (21m08s)

"So subtle and impeccable timing of his simple but oh so potent lines."--suggested by @peeps-posts 

3. When Morse and Bixby have a drink after the party in S3E1: Ride (~44m01s)

"...the actors had such great chemistry!!" --suggested by @notholaenas 

4. "A date Ms. Frazil?" "I like to keep my hand in." from S3E2: Arcadia (~28m40s)

"The big moments are glorious I agree but it’s the little touches in small scenes that I love." and "Love the interactions between those two!" --suggested by @peeps-posts

5. Morse talks about his mother in S3E2: Arcadia (~1h01m50s)

"There's something about that scene... I don't even know how to explain it." --suggested by @thewatcher98

"The gentle memory and the sadness overwhelms me every time I watch it." --suggested by @oxfordlovesblog

6. "When if jumps, you run," and an honorable mention for the panic vomit from S3E3: Prey (~1h22m29s)

--suggested by @librawritesstuff and @alias71

7. Thursday thanks Morse for drawing fire away from Joan in S3E4: Coda (~1h22m10s)

"...and then they just look into each other's eyes and don't say a word. It's just... Chills up and down my spine honestly." --suggested by @thewatcher98

8. The scene where Morse is drugged in S4E2: Canticle (1h17m50s)

--suggested by @librawritesstuff, @sircolinmorgan, and @lanternheart

9. Morse talks to Caroline Bryce-Morgan in S4E3: Lazaretto (~1h13m20s)

--my addition

10. Scenes with Eve Thorne in S5E1: Muse (~1h15m38s)

--my addition

11. Claudine and Morse after sex in S5E4: Colours (~55m19s)

"How it changed from playful to serious to playful again..." --suggested by @oxfordlovesblog

12. Scene in S6E1: Pylon where Box tells Morse he’s messing up the crime scene (~16m40s)

"You can see Morse wants so badly to tell him to fuck off then he looks at Thursday and sees that Thursday is not going to defend him so he turns and walks away." --suggested by @wndr-wmn

13. Morse listening to the moon landing from his car in S6E2: Apollo (~1h27m16s)

--suggested by @librawritesstuff

14. The scene in S7E2: Raga where Violetta asks Morse if he believes in forgiveness (~56m38s)

--my addition

15. Morse has a breakdown at his desk after finding out who Joan is marrying in S9E1: Prelude (~1h14m03s)

--suggested by @morsesnotes

[lone-pylon]

Wowee, just a CLIP from my Hitman amv got me like 12k on TikTok 🫣 I was expecting maybe like 300 maximum omg…. And they LOVE it.

Ouigh. The imposter syndrome is trying to escape

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Clearly, I’m in a melancholy mood.

The desaturation of “Pylon“ is one of my favorite things about the cinematography of S6. Visually, it may be my favorite episode of all nine seasons.

It’s an entirely new cinematic vocabulary. It’s deeply emotive, with the absence of vibrancy, the cool tones, the greys, the flinty skies- it’s striking.

Without getting into a deep analysis, we have this very bucolic environment, with the color reduced, and we have Morse sticking out to a degree that is unusual, even for him. He’s not only isolated in terms of location and community, but even more so by being relegated to a dark, graphic uniform; masking his emotions even further with a colossal mustache. Physically, visually, he could not be less integrated into his environment. 

We’ve already discussed the shot of him in the wheat field with the Connemara in the background today, which is in fact, my all-time favorite shot. However, the third runner-up (2nd is the last shot of “Confection”, which really deserves its own post and will get one) is this, below.

There aren’t enough superlatives to talk about what’s happening here. The dinky police vehicle in that odd shade of turquoise, the massive dead tree, the distant car traversing the screen from right to left, his head down, his hands-usually so animated - limply at rest…if you went out of your way to find an illustration of despairing loneliness, absence and isolation, I don’t know that you could do any better than this. 

[captain-hollis]

By the way Fritz met Arkady by running them over (they were fine) (the car got more damaged than them) (Fritz drives a Trabant because he thinks it has rustic charm) (it does not) (it has rust)

[rederiswrites]

One really adorable detail from our blacksmithing event this weekend:

The demonstrator, Drew, was a confident, precise, perfectionist. He talked a lot about running a business as an artist, in addition to actual blacksmithing. Over dinner, he told us the most hilarious, amazing story about a customer he's currently working on a commission for. She's got a big event site type farm somewhere in Money Land, Virginia, where three of the richest counties in the country are. The kind of place you pay to have your wedding in bucolic 'natural' settings.

He showed us the design, which is a lovely gate.

"Driveway gate?" I asked. Most of the time the only sign of these people among us is a very long driveway with a gate or some sculptural pylons.

He doesn't have a very expressive face, and it'd taken me a couple hours to get the hang of his humor. His face didn't change as he said, "No. For people to stand in front of for pictures." This, of course, set the tone for a conversation about rich people.

At first, he told us, the customer insisted that money was no object, she just needed it to look grand. He did not like this at all, but pushed her with no success. So he designed a "money is no object" gate, put a price on it, and showed her the design.

"Oh, that's far too much money."

"You said not to worry about money. I said it would be expensive."

"But I really can't pay that much."

Our friend Drew, however, had come prepared with balls of steel and some research.

"That's your car, right?"

"Yes?"

"Do you buy a new one every year?"

"I do."

"Do you know the MSRP on that car?"

"Not off the top of my head."

"It's worth $98,000. More than this gate. So, what you have to ask yourself is, is this piece of art that will last a thousand years, made by hand, worth more or less to you than a car you're going to use for a year."

The dinner table erupted in hoots and expressions of shock, kids and adults alike.

It only sort of worked, when everything's said and done. He did still have to draw up a cheaper design. But the absolute nerve of the man!

Shortly after that, he bashfully showed us pictures of his new hobby, embroidery. He'd put flowers on the cuff of a pair of jeans. He'd wanted to wear them this weekend, he told us, but chickened out. I praised his work, quite honestly, and told him that I'd better see those jeans next time we met. When we all said goodbye Saturday evening, he grinned and said that maybe for the next event he'd get up the courage. Jacob told him that by then those jeans had better be embroidered all over.

[hauntingkiki]

this was requested on my wattpad, and i decided to put it over here to (hopefully) get some requests (desperate times call for desperate measures LMAO)

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Venture x Cocky/Overconfident! Diva! Reader

Overwatch

2POV

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the sound of bandages ripping snapped in your ears, the sound quickly dying out once you were done with the action. you draped the bandage on your thigh, your non injured arm shakily grasping a small vile of peroxide. popping the cap off with your teeth, you dumped the vile onto your wounded arm, the chemical and blood mixing together which made you hold back a scream, biting down on your jacket sleeve that held the bottle. you threw the bottle up, letting it vanish in a matter of seconds as it went into a cooldown. grasping the cotton that was on your thigh, you begun attending to the oozing gash on your bicep and forearm.

you froze, your body tensing up as you heard faint footsteps in the building you were camping in. carefully, you positioned your weapon in your hands, your non dominant arm shaking uncontrollably, which made your weapon softly clatter.

'y/n?! do you read me, h/n?' a voice echoed in through your ear piece, your teammates calling out for you, making your ears ring at the uncontrollable chatter.

you took a sharp deep breath in, slowly dropping your weapon before hastily wrapping the remaining bandages around your arm. once the cotton was wrapped, you grabbed your wrapping tape, ripping a good chuck of it off with your teeth before wrapping that around your arm as well.

'h/n?! talk to us!'

'we're down a healer! you're needed on the battlefield!'

you shook your head at the voice, tears starting to sting in your eyes as the footsteps slowly got louder. you pushed yourself up with the weapon, collecting your medic supplies and shoving them into your bag. sloppily throwing it over your shoulder, you inched your way out of the corner you were in, taking a few quick, shallow breaths before running over to a window and jumping out.

you shut your eyes, waiting to take at least some damage from the jump, but it never came. opening your eyes, your cheeks flushed bright pink when you made eye contact with the person who caught you.

"y/n!" they beamed, sighing in relief before turning to your team. "guys! i found y/n-or, well, she found me!"

your tank let out a hearty laugh, throwing their shield up as he glanced over to look at the two of you. "good job, venture!" he laughed, fire striking at the supports on the opposing team.

the other damage stopped in their tracks, getting healed by illari's pylon. "y/n?! where have you been, you've been needed this whole match!" they snapped, dodging some of the bullets that were zipping through the air.

you pushed yourself out of venture's grip, stumbling as you caught yourself from falling on your ass. you dusted yourself off with a glare at them before turning to the fight, your eyes shooting wide open as you grabbed their collar and pulled them to the ground with you, dodging a sniper bullet from the 'spider queen'.

venture let out a cry, covering their ears from a explosion. chuckling nervously, they took their hands off their ears, turning their head towards you. "thanks for saving me! your a lifesaver!" they beamed, their cheeks a faint pink.

you hummed, rolling your eyes before shooting at the enemy team from your laying down position.

"hey, cassidy!" venture called out to the cowboy that was taking shelter behind the pylon, which surprisingly worked. once the cowboy glanced over to the two of you, they pointed over to the enemy group then to their drill that laid beside them.

cassidy, huffed with a nod, appearing out from behind the pylon and throwing his grenade into the crowd.

the archeologist next to you took the initiative and grabbed their drill, disappearing underneath the concrete street. they quickly appeared in the middle of the enemy line, laughing with a grin.

you went to reload, pausing when a shadow loomed over you. slowly looking up, your eyes went wide when the tank of the enemy team stared you down. sucking in a breath, you grabbed your supplies and ran, the tank chasing after you.

"h/n?" illari called out, looking around for you. her shoulders dropped when she saw you getting chased away, without a warning. "guys! doomfist is after her!"

•••

"where the fuck is she?!" illari snapped, her hair glowing a faint yellow, illuminating the rest of her team who stood behind her.

cassidy held her back by the shoulder, whisper shouting at her about how she needs to chill out. even though he was scolding the girl, he was also unbelievably pissed at how you acted during the battle.

"y/n!" rein's loud voice called out, startling you as you tried to sneak back to your dorm.

you stopped in your tracks with wide eyes when rein called your name, rubbing your temples in annoyance while you turned to face them. you swallowed nervously when you felt the tension. it was so thick, you could cut it with a knife, or even use your tanks weapon to smash it into a million pieces.

"have you lost your god damn mind?!" illari snapped, her hair glowing brighter.

"illari!" cole groaned, dragged her off to talk some sense into her.

she shook her head as she was dragged off, pointing at you with tears stinging in her eyes. "what happened to you?!" she wept, swinging her arms ago.

"illari's right, y/n." reinhardt, finally spoke up, clearing his throat from the loud call he did to gain your attention not too long ago. "you've changed."

your eyes shot open at the statement, your blood boiling slightly. changed? maybe there was a reason behind your change, but no one cared enough to ask.

"you always used to talk to us during battles..." rein sighed, running his hand down his face. his hand covered his mouth for a moment, the two of you making eye contact while he let his arm drop back to his side. "what was so different about this one?"

with a faint eye roll and grunt, you tapped your ear piece a few times before your voice echoed through the empty, cold city. "i'm on vocal rest, you all know this!" the programmed voice snapped. you pointed over to the archeologist who stood a few steps behind rein. "venture knew about it! i told them to give you guys a heads up that i won't be in coms!"

venture blinked in surprise, eyebrows raised while they softly shook their head in disagreement. "no you didn't...?" they questioned, unsure with what they were even saying.

"yes i did! i told you two weeks ago that i was going to be on vocal rest!" the voice huffed, making you cross your arms.

venture shook their head while rein took charge of the speaking. "we were on vacation two weeks ago." rein reminded. "no one was here at overwatch."

your blood ran cold.

how could you forget?

you flailed your hands around, your mouth opening but you quickly shut it, starting the two in front of you. you groaned loudly, pulling at your hair before storming off to the dorms.

you had a concert you needed to get ready for. that was your top priority, not winning some lame 'battles' that were supposed to train everyone.

venture took a few steps forward, getting ready to follow after before rein placed his hand on their shoulder. sloan turned to the taller individual, his shoulders dropping when he shook his head no before walking off, cassidy and illari following after.

sighing venture took a few steps after his team before coming to a complete stop, turning around and running after you.

•••

you had about two hours until the concert, and you finally decided that you could talk and get some warmups/practice in before the big deal.

you ran a brush back and forth over your eyelid, the f/c eyeshadow appearing after a few swipes. pulling the brush away, you attended to the other eye, humming to yourself as you had the songs you were going to be preforming playing in the background.

dropping the brush back into your makeup bag and snapping the eyeshadow palette shut, you pulled it over to you and started to rummage through it, jolting when a knock rang through your room. "come in." you called out, a hand placed over your heart as the door opened. you glanced at the person who entered your room through the vanity mirror, your stomach lurching at the sight of venture.

the two of you stayed silent, both of you waiting for the other person to speak, the sound of your voice faintly singing in the background.

"what has gotten into you?" venture finally spoke up, taking a step forward with a vague head tilt. their voice was laced with worry and hurt, which made their voice crack slightly. "you've never been like this."

you continued to dig through your makeup bag, quickly grabbing your mascara and opening it, applying it to your upper lashes and your lower lashes. "what do you mean?" you asked, fanning your face with your hand while you dropped the product back into the bag before digging out your eye liner.

venture ran a hand through their hair, their fingers getting caught on some of the knots that they forgot to brush our earlier. huffing, they pulled their hand out of their muted, chocolate brown and brushed their fingers together, watching as the stray hairs that they pulled out slowly feather to the carpet. venture turned their attention back onto you, waiting for a moment until you pulled your eyeliner away from your face before speaking. "i mean- the attitude, the cockiness, the-the sudden hatred for this place!" they ranted on, their voice getting loud by accident. they paused for a moment, taking some deep breaths while walking to stand a few feet behind you, looking at you through the mirror as you did the other wing on your other eye. "why..? why after all these years, these past seven months that i've known you...why did you suddenly change?"

you held a breath, placing the cap back onto the eyeliner before you dropped it back into your bag. you locked eye contact with venture from the reflection, your eyes slightly widening when you immediately noticed their glassy eyes that watched you. releasing the breath you were holding, you grabbed your highlighter stick and tugged the cap off. "because i'm tired." you simply explained, highlighting your inner corners of your eyes, your nose and above your upper lip.

"of what?" venture chuckled in disbelief, throwing their hands around before jerking them in your direction. "you're famous! you're one of the best hero's in the world, what's there to be tired of?"

you closed your highlighter, waving your hands around in frustration. running your hands through you hair, you gently pulled at your scalp, groaning as you gripped at the edge of the desk. "i'm tired of doing the same thing over and over again! i'm in a constant loop, a never ending cycle." you spat, your chest shakily rising once you took a breath in. you turned your head over your shoulder, looking at venture before turning your chair to fully face them. "i wanted to leave months ago, but you always stopped me." you shyly admitted, your gaze falling on their chunky, metal boots.

venture's breath quickened at the statement, their face flushing red as they slowly brought an index finger up to their chest. "me?" they breathed, tapping their chest a few times with their finger.

you nodded, standing up as you cracked your knuckles nervously, turning back to your desk at spay your setting spray before turning back to them, fiddling with your shirt hem. "yes...you're the only reason why i'm here." you quietly admitted. "why i'm still holding onto being a hero." your eyes darted around their face before looking off to the left and landing on a framed picture of when you first joined overwatch, almost six years ago.

venture took a step forward, snapping your attention away from the frame and back over to them. "the only reason why im here is because of you." they jerked their hands in your direction, their face redder than ever. they chuckled, rubbing their hands through their hair, walking back and forth as they rambled. "i joined because i wanted to meet you, to befriend you! to-"

silence.

venture paused both their speaking and their walking, facing your door that went out into the hallway.

an escape for them if they wanted to leave without confessing anything.

you took a few steps forward, both  of you about two feet away from each other. you titled your head up and to the side, trying to look them in the eyes. "to what?" you whispered, reaching a hand out to their shoulder before pulling back when their body tensed up.

venture ran a hand down their face, sighing into their hand. they had to rip the bandage off if they wanted you to stay. they slowly inched their way so the two of you were face to face, their hand dropping back to their side as they tilted their head down, their eyes glued to their boots. "...to be with you. hopefully for the rest of my life." they titled their head up faintly, looking at you through their eyelashes before going back to their boots.

your face grew hot, a deep pink hue covering your face at confession. "sloan..." you gasped, inching your way closer to the person in front of you. you threw your arms around their shoulders, standing on your tippy toes in order to reach their shoulders.

sloan stumbled back in shock, their eyes wide as they blinked, looking at themself through your vanity mirror. their eyes became glassy once again, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist as the burrowed their face into your neck. their body shook, shaky breaths and choked sobs filled the room, drowning out the music that was still playing in the background. "i've missed you so much..." they sobbed, their voice vibrating your neck as they spoke. the squeezed your frame slightly, scared to let go of you.

you squeezed them back, gently massaging the nape of their neck and up into their messy hair. "i've missed you too, sloan." you whispered, twirling your fingering in their locks.

sloan pulled away from you, their arms still around your waist, your faces were inches apart.

you let your hands slip out from his hair, dragging them against their neck and up to their cheeks. you smiled softly, wiping away the tears that stained their face.

they leaned into your touch, giving you a closed eyed smile. their eyes fluttered opened, their eyes darting from your eyes and down to your lips before back up to your eyes, repeating the cycle. slowly, they leaned in, swallowing nervously when you also started to lean in too.

the whole world seemed to stop when your lips connected, your ears ringing loudly as your heart hammered against your ribcage. their lips had an earthy taste to them, as well as a faint orange flavor, which you guessed was from their chapstick.

you snaked your arms back around their neck, pulling them deeper into the kiss, which made their eyes flutter open before closing again.

when the two of you pulled away, a lovesick grin was plastered on their lips, their cheeks redder than they were before(if that was even possible).

you smiled at them warmly, biting at your lip as you playfully pinched their cheek with caused them to hiss in pain. "now get outta here." you playfully sneered, a smirk creeping on your lips as you leaned into sloan's ear. "i got a concert to get ready for."