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[ram-bam-writes]

Pendulum Bloodshed [Phillip Graves x/& Shadow Co]

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @pampanope for the lovely art that inspired this shit… Pls for the love of all that is holy and un, give her some love!

Summary: With Graves’ sole focus on getting all of his Shadows out to safety, he gets himself caught by the Konni group — who’d like to have a few words with him. His Shadows, ready to draw as much blood as necessary to bring their Commander home and give him justice, don’t waste any time making a lesson out of those Konni scum.

CW: panicked Flannel (oc), irritated 7-11 (oc), paternal Peaches (oc), crazy and unrealistic uses of radar lol, interrogations, language, graves being a little shit, a pendulum will always swing both ways… no beta we die like soap, etc

Word Count: 3558

“I’ve lost him…” It’s the last thing any of them want to hear from Flannel. The man’s in his place for a reason — he can find anyone. Between tracking their comms devices, their phones, and fuck, even the not so subtle tracking device in their tac-vests, Flannel is always able to find each and every member of Shadow Co. 

While the young soldier isn’t technically a soldier, and rather an eye-in-the-sky for Shadow, the rest of the team trusts the man to do his job.  So for Flannel to utter those three heartbreaking words… it’s nothing short of shock-inducing. 

Flannel tries not to let the tremble in his fingers affect his typing as he enters the devices’ identification numbers again and again, but each to no avail. He’s got nothing — he’s truly lost their Commander.

7-11 and Peaches watch as the young not-soldier bites his knuckles through the rough fabric of his fingerless gloves, eyes glazing over. After all, he’d been the reason the Commander was taken in the first place, even if that weren’t the entire truth.

“If I had just seen it…” He whispers after removing his hand from his mouth, ignoring the light trickle of blood that seeps through the open slots of the finger holes. “Fuck… That was my job. Mine…”

A hand rests against his shoulder, another prying his lightly bloodied hand further away from his mouth. Flannel swallows thickly, looking up at the surrounding Shadows, lip beginning to quiver. It’s a new feeling for him. He’d never lost someone before, let alone a commander. 

“We’ll find him, Flan…” Peaches whispers soothingly, gently cupping the young Tech specialist’s jaw. “Take a breath…”

It’s easier said than done, really. Despite everything Peaches did to calm the young Shadow over the course of his contract with them, Flannel’s mind won’t stop running.

“Let’s just take a moment—“

Flannel stands abruptly, white-knuckling the table in front of him. 

“We don’t have a moment! Every moment we wait means more pain for Commander Graves! We don’t have time!” Flannel nearly chokes on his own breaths. “I don’t have time!”

Peaches stumbles back a little, not necessarily out of fear, but out of the knowledge that Flannel is not in the right headspace for this. They need their commander back, and for that to happen, they need the one person who puts a tracking device on everyone to be in his right mind. So 7-11 takes a step forward, patting Peaches shoulders before standing in front of the tech soldier.

“Flannel…” 7-11 croons, a hand resting on the frazzled man’s shoulders to steady him, something that’s become a habit. “Tell me something… If I’m talking over the comms, and it’s an emergency, what do you want more: clear instructions or rushed explanations?”

“I…” Flannel’s shoulders slump, his arms flopping by his sides. He’s never been good at the whole ‘calming down’ thing. “I want clear instructions…”

“Even if they take a while to relay?”

He nods. 

“Why?”

“… Because mistakes happen when communication isn’t clear…” “A little more specific…”

Flannel huffs, blinking back his tears. He refuses to meet 7-11’s intent eyes, not quite ready to admit that he needs to slow down just yet. “Because mistakes happen when… when things are rushed…”

As 7-11 nods, and Flannel is pulled into an excruciatingly strong hug by Peaches, face buried in his large chest. “That’s right… you’ve got time… you’ve got enough time to use those skilled fingers of yours and figure somethin’ out…”

He wants to laugh like his fellow Shadows do at the tease, but he can’t get himself to. Instead, he opts for a simple, “Okay…”

After wiggling his way out of the bone-crushing hug he was in, Flannel drops back in his seat, staring at his computer screen. His hands rest on the smooth, hot metal, eyes scanning every little detail. Flannel’s mind has several tabs open, all intermingled together in that spider web the Commander loved so much.

Peaches and Flannel share a look. It’s no surprise that the young not-soldier is struggling. He’s not someone who’s actively in the field — no, he’s the one that’s in the sky or on the ground, hidden away from view, calling out commands and directions and alerts. He’s a multitasker; someone that can handle seeing thirty, forty dots move around on a map, knowing every single one by heart.

He may get frazzled and confused when he’s overwhelmed at times, given how quick his mind works, but he’s always managed to be pulled back down by the rest of the team. Graves and the team put their trust in the man for a reason — something 7-11 and Peaches have to remind the boy of often.

———

Three days. It’s taken three days of searching the island head to toe, and still, nothing. Frustrated, yet still calm, Flannel paces the room with his knuckles back between his teeth. 7-11, Peaches, and a few other higher ranking Shadows stand around the security room, watching the boy pace.

“Okay… what do we know from the Bug?” 7-11 finally asks, eyes fluttering open after a brief inhale to look at the others. 

They’d finally gotten past the rubble of the damaged buildings to uncover the Commander’s vest. It gave the team hope, given that a bug was collected and reviewed by everyone in the current team. It had taken almost thirty minutes for Flannel to re-wire the bug to collect the data, but once he got his hands on it, the team started to buzz with urgency and hope.

“The Konni group…”

“… about thirteen men.”

“They didn’t shoot Graves—“ “—they just held a knife to him.”

“One used his first name…”

“And I think I heard one say something about a warehouse.”

“Yeah, somethin about interrogation…”

“On the coast?”

“Like some kind of shipping dock?”

“I don’t think so — they said he was right where he needed to be…”

“Then a store warehouse?”

“By our building?”

“Yeah… and…”

“… dark, but… and… not there…?”

“Likely… if not… Graves…”

“…”

Flannel’s eyes flutter closed, the sound of the Shadows around him silencing, something Peaches had taught him. Take a breath, close your eyes, figure it out. Slow and steady, exactly like 7-11.

He opens them once more when he stands, walking over to the large map of Ashika Island. He lets his eyes wander over the different buildings, the landscape, the pins…

Ashika Island wasn’t very large, right? He’s here, where they wanted him — so a nearby building… Konni’s been a bitch for ages now, fighting us over and over… but the building… the only shipment areas are in the coast, nothing closer. His pinpoint is still in the same spot they took him. They took off his tracker and hauled him away. Ten minutes, not very far. No eyes in the sky, no vehicles on the ground. So where’d they come from? His pinpoint is still… The labs…

“Fuck.” Flannel’s sense of spacial awareness floods back in his senses, quickly turning to look at the other Shadows. “Beneath us.”

The others stare at him like he’s insane, a chorus of what?’s filling the room.

“Beneath us!” Flannel rushes back over to the computer. “Ashika Island had labs beneath the islands! Beneath! They didn’t take off his fucking gloves.”

Peaches reaches around and grasps Flannel, spinning him in the chair and leaning close. “Clear. Communication.”

But 7-11 has already connected the dots, his low, steady voice filling the room. “A month ago we cleared out the labs beneath Ashika Island. But we didn’t ever go back down there.”

“Because we crumbled the labs, didn’t we?” Peaches asks, loosening his grip on the younger man. He glances between the two Shadows in front of him, before realization dawns on them all.

“But we didn’t crumble them all. We only crumbled the external entrances. If there were connections we hadn’t seen when we blew them to smithereens…” Flannel’s eyes are wide. Peaches finishes his sentence with a simple, “Konni could have… found a way in…”

“No vehicles outside, nothing in the air… They didn’t leave. We really were right where they wanted us. Right above them.” 7-11 grits his teeth, fist pounding the table. “Literally right under our noses…”

It’s as if the entire room has been cast in a frigid, icy chill. Not once had they thought to sweep the underground labs consistently. Why would they? There was no way up, not to them. A dull anger fills the Shadows in the room, the realization that even a single entrance left open has given Konni the chance to infiltrate blurring their already frazzled brains.

“Gear up--” 7-11 commands, leaning over Flannel in the process. He lowers his head, eyes narrowed. “How are we getting in?”

“I don’t know…” Flannel’s eyes search the map, looking at what little info they have about the labs beneath Ashika Island. “Maybe I can find an echo sounding device on one of the nearby ships…”

Peaches doesn’t need to be told twice. “I’ll get the Night Hawk set up.”

“No, not the Hawk.” As calmly as ever, 7-11 stares at the larger Shadow. “These are civilian ships — let’s not scare the fuck out of them?”

“…” An exhale. “Fine. Little Bird?”

“Better.” 

After a nod from the self-designating acting commander, the Shadows filter out, fully intent on getting their Commander back. 

7-11 leans against the wall, his eyes scanning over the young not-soldier as he types fervently across the computer.

“Hang in there, Sir…” Flannel whispers, his eyes searching for reassurance in the older Shadow watching him. His hands fly to his neck, pressing on the comms link connecting all the Shadows as one. As a whole. “I’ve found a marine biology ship about three clicks from the coast. They’ll have one, Peaches.”

“Yup yup…”

~~~~

He hadn’t meant to let his guard down — hell, he hadn’t. But his guard wasn’t up around himself, that was the problem. No, his guard was up around his team. His Shadows. His… his family. 

And there was no way in hell he was gonna let any fall into the hands of the Konni scum that seemed to appear out of the blue. It irritated him to no end, not knowing how he’d let this happen. But they only had him — for whatever reason — and for that, he’s eternally thankful to whatever god exists above.

So maybe it isn’t so bad, being tied to a chair with itchy, rough rope. It was better this way, he thinks. Even with the ache of his ass from the jagged wooden chair beneath him, there’s no fear in his mind.

His Shadows are safe — that’s all he cares about.

Thwack!

Graves sputters up blood, the copper taste filling his mouth as the cut on the inside of his mouth drips crimson onto his tongue. Three days of this hell and all he can do is grin. Did Konni really think he’d give up info so easily? 

“Really? That’s all y’all got? Yer really underestimatin’ who yer talkin’ to, ain’tcha, boys?” He can’t help himself. Maybe the Marines taught him to stay silent, but he loves to be a brat. It’s a power play, really. Fucks with the dynamic; shows he’s not afraid. And pisses off his interrogator. 

For better or for worse.

A Konni soldier leaned close, spinning the metal pipe between his fingers as he eyes the Commander, voice dropping low to utter, “We’ll get you to talk, don’t you worry your pretty little head…”

Graves isn’t quite sure why his skin crawls at those words. Maybe it’s the buzz in his mind from a lack of food, or maybe it’s the way he knows Konni can do anything to him. It might even be the way he can only see out of his left eye — that is certainly irritating him.

“Do as you please, boys, but you sumsabitches ain’t gonna be happy when my boys find ya…” He threatens lowly, if only to keep the facade up. He knows he’ll slump and tremble the moment they leave him for the night, but for now, he can keep this mask up. He has to — if he breaks even an ounce, his Shadows will die.

But the Konni don’t react in anger, merely staring at the man as though he is nothing more than dirt on their shoes. They want him for information or for blood — they don’t care what. And at this rate, they don’t doubt that the rest of Shadow Co will be after them. After all, their team doesn’t leave a man behind, and Konni group knows that.

But for now, if only a little, Graves has comfort in knowing that his team will be after him, sooner or later. He knows his men well — they won’t let him down.

His only hope is they don’t get hurt in the process of trying to save him.

~~~

“Shit, that’s him, ain’t it…?” Peaches practically purrs, pointing at Flannel’s screen. The latter nods, making the entire company sigh in relief. “Thank heavens…”

Peaches, 7-11, and Flannel are huddled around a small tablet in the latter’s hand. Miraculously, the team had managed to intercept a civilian cargo ship with building maintenance equipment inside of it, including the ground penetrating radar system they needed. 

7-11 peers around Flannel’s shoulder, looking down at the not-soldier with a cautious gaze. “So where’s the entrance? We knew where the Commander was this whole time — how do we get there?”

Flannel’s eyes search around their current location, deep within their base. It’s been an exhausting few days, but they’re finally getting close. “Somewhere to the north, based on the hallway I can see on the device…”

“You heard him!” Peaches barks out suddenly. “Let’s find those Konni scum.”

A chorus of ‘Yup Yup’s echo off the walls in the room, almost becoming a radar in and of itself. 7-11 pats Flannel’s shoulder, offering a content nod before leading the small group of Shadows around. 

“Alright, keep going north — towards the back entrance, I reckon…” Flannel’s voice echos through their comms device, something familiar. It helps their shoulders relax, if only a little. 

Familiarity and routine is a soldier’s preference.

“Copy, we’ll keep you posted…”

“As in you’ll let me know when you found it or I’ll find myself hearing an—“

As if on cue, the entire base echos with the sound of an imploding wall. 

“… explosion…” The ensemble of laughs and snickers that ring through the comms eases Flannel’s worries more than he’ll ever admit. “Go get ‘em, boys… I’ll watch yer backs…”

~~~

Graves’ weak laugh echos through the empty interrogation room at the sound of Konni suffering. Bleeding from the nose and several lacerations on his torso, he instantly finds himself regretting the laugh, but the pain is quickly forgotten at the sound of a door pushing open. 

Graves lets out a weak groan, “Took you long enough…”

7-11 hardly finds humor in his words, far too concerned for his commander’s well being to care. He gently cups the commander’s cheek, eyes filled with a delicate glint. “Better late than never…

His hands drop to Graves’ knee, absent-mindedly rubbing the smooth surface. He nods as Peaches rounds the commander, pulling out a blade and grasping at the bindings on his wrists. “We’ll cut you loose. Any injuries we should know about?”

Graves scoffs a bittersweet laugh as his wrists are cut free, shaking his head softly. “Nah, just a bit roughed up…”

7-11’s eyes focus on his body. The crimson, metallic blood seeping from his lips, the superficial but throbbing cuts on his torso, the purple and blue puff around his right eye… He suppresses a low growl.

“No food… sips of water… clumsy beating with a side of mockery…” Graves eyes flutter, the blood loss starting to catch up to him with the loss of adrenaline. “Just the standard shit…”

An eerie silence falls over the group of Shadows, everyone’s eyes focusing in on 7-11. The man in question, however, seems too preoccupied with Graves to care — or comment, in this case. He always knows.

“Right…” He takes a slow, deep breath, eyes closing for a moment before reopening. 7-11 can’t let his thoughts drift too much, lest he loses his cool in front of the man he needs to take care of. “Peaches, escort the Commander back to the medic. Princess treatment.”

Behind his mask, the massive man grins, wasting no time reaching down to pick up the smaller commander. His touch, despite his size, is delicate, concerned only for the commander’s wellbeing.

“C’mon, I’ve got two functioning legs, I don’t—“ Graves eyes go wide when Peaches’ arms snake around his waist and thighs. “WOAH, hey!”

“Humor us, sir…” Graves rolls his eyes at the voice of his beloved Shadow, but grins into Peaches’ chest anyways. 

“Fuckin’ excessive… just sayin’.”

7-11 smiles, but it’s strained. Not at the commander, though. “Only the best for you.” At something else entirely.

“I’ll watch yer back, Peaches…” Flannel coos, trying not to have a heart attack at seeing two blinking lights wandering closer to him. Closer to safety.

“Please stop squirming, sir.” 

“No can do, Soldier.”

7-11 might have enjoyed the banter if he hadn’t been seeing red. Blood thrums in his ears, hands clenching into fists to suppress showing any anger towards his fellow Shadows. “You guys found one of ‘em hiding?” “Yeah. Fucker hid while shit went down.”

A nod.

“He’s tied up and isolated.”

“Good.” The seething Shadow barely spares the others a glance, eyes set and focused on the room next to them. “Because I want to have a word…”

"Y'know, Peaches... a Pendulum will always mirror its previous actions the opposite way, just as hard..." Flannel purrs over the comms link, watching as 7-11's tracking device heads towards a secluded, empty room. "And I think I know a man who's about to embody that precept..."

~~~

The creek of an old cellar door is far too loud for this situation. Huddled in the corner, a Konni soldier sits, a bag over his head and arms tied behind his back. The male tries to breathe, his adrenaline pumping as he struggles to. With tape over his mouth and fear filling his sinuses, he feels as though he’s choking on his own breath.

“Whoever hired you and your buddies is gonna be disappointed…” 7-11’s voice echoes calmly, the epitome of the eye of a storm. He rips the bag off of the Konni soldier’s head, eyeing him lowly. “You could’ve died a quick death alongside your friends there…”

“But here you are…” 

If the sound of a butterfly knife in the Shadow’s hands could instill any more fear, the pathetic man on the floor might have spontaneously combusted from how easy it was for 7-11’s to flick and spin the knife open.

“So, thank you for being a coward…” His eyes are wide and frantic, body starting to squirm at the Shadow’s dark words and the blade taunting his face. “You’ve given me an opportunity to… repay the… hospitality you’ve shown my Commander.”

“Tenfold.”

~~~

The fact of the matter is… simple, to say the least. No one dared ask 7-11 what was left of the Konni soldier they found. In fact, most are sure that he was beheaded right then and there.

But once the Commander had been tucked safely away in an infirmary room bed after a nice hot meal from the canteen, Flannel and Peaches figured it wouldn’t kill to ask.

“C’mon…!” Flannel practically whines, kicking his legs above the floor, firmly sat on top of the nearby AC unit. “Just tell us!”

Peaches snickers softly, rubbing the shorter man’s head, nodding along. “We can keep a secret…”

7-11, who’s eyes are focused on the mirror in the training room, rubs his wrists. He’s been thinking about that moment for a while, and even calmed down, he longs to have done more. “There’s nothing more to be said.”

“Augh!” A huff falls from the techie’s lips, crossing his arms. The action earns a fond laugh from the massive male besides him, head tilting to watch 7-11. “And you had to remove your comms gear before that!”

“And what if I said I blacked out for most of it?” 7-11 questions. “What if that’s the truth?”

The truth? 

Heh.

The truth is, 7-11 gave back what his commander had gotten. Insults, cuts, punctures, blunt force trauma, bruises, blood, gore, and humiliation. All while seeing red. 

So red, in fact, that he knew the worst punishment of all was to chain the Konni scumbag to the wall at the end of it, not sparing a glance while the others demolished the underground tunnels. 

The burn in that man’s lungs from the gunpowder and dust is hell. 

The blood pouring into his lungs from several lacerations is horrific. 

But the knowledge that no one will ever come for him until his last, blood-filled breath leaves him is perhaps the most gut-wrenching of them all. 

Because even six days later, he’s still gasping out wet breaths because his body refuses to die.

“The commander is safe, and Konni has gotten what they deserved. That’s all that matters, hmm?” 7-11 grins, throwing a harsh hit to the punching bag, finally sparing his fellow soldiers a taunting, bloodlust-filled look.

[ram-bam-writes]

This was so much fun to bounce back and forth on aaaaaaaahhhhh!!! 🥰

Had an in-depth brainstorming/head cannoning conversation with @ram-bams-writes (@ram-bams-blog ) other day about Hangster, and thought you guys deserved to hear this as well :]

(Disclaimer- it is about their sex life, though not very explicit, so read at your own digression.)

When Jake and Bradley were first together, they were used to two very different paces of life. All Bradley knew was hard and fast, kinky type stuff, no room for the gentle, vanilla, loving sex that Jake had prefered.

As Jake was from a pretty conservative ‘no pre-marital sex’ family, he didn’t really have any experience with this kind of stuff. He’d had an active sex life before Bradley, just never really looked for anything more than vanilla. When Bradley showed him the ropes, it took a bit of convincing, but he was willing to try for his boyfriend, and he found didn’t really mind it. Whilst he was dealing with his own internal struggles, Bradley brought up doing it in Jake's parents' tractor and he's never been more horrified and turned on at the same time. That was the first time that Jake realised just how intense Bradley could be. 

On the other hand, Bradley never really had a healthy relationship with sex. He had a few shitty partners when he first moved out and was in a vulnerable mindset, and he never really addressed his deep-seated self-esteem issues. 

The first person he dated was quite toxic, and used his eager to please attitude against him. They made him feel like he had to do all this kinky stuff to prove himself, to make it count. (Not that you can’t have a healthy relationship with sex with kinky stuff of course).

So Jake decided to try show him just how gentle and intimate sex can be, that liking it vanilla wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

He showed him that sex can last longer than a few fervent minutes and that it can be smooth and easy and filled with idle chat and laughs and jokes. He showed him that sex can be more than just fucking until you burst - it can be genuinely pleasureable and relaxing and drowsy-inducing. Once, after a night of Bradley trying to convince Jake to try some new toy he had, Jake agreed and offered to use a whip on Bradley. Only to whip the air aimlessly and kiss Bradley's back instead, just to prove a point.

It's confusing and startling for Bradley but he doesn't hate it at all. Jake discovers that Bradley can get caught in the intensity of it all, finding intimacy nerve-wracking and therefore not nearly as pleasurable as anything kinky. But Jake knows that it's just new, so he uses something Bradley knows and likes (a whip) and flips it on its head to ease him into something intimate and soft -- just ghosting kisses after the crack of a whip...

Jake worked really hard to show Bradley that he is worth it, that he deserves intimacy. He begins to achieve this, and sees Bradley slowly learn to enjoy the small thing.

Bradley felt like kink was the only thing he could do, the only thing he's good at/for, and Jake shows him otherwise. Jake proved to him that you can be vanilla and still enjoy it, still feel good and loved and be cherished BEYOND the kinky stuff.

And yeah, Jake also learns to enjoy a rough pounding, he fucking loves it, but only when it fits the mood, when he needs the distraction, but because they begin to do it less, it feels more special when they do.

When they were together, Jake made it his mission to slow Bradley down, to make him appreciate taking time with things, to give him time, to enjoy being intimate. And Bradley showed Jake how to enjoy speed, intensity, roughness and pure heat. 

But when they broke up, they switched places. Bradley became hesitant and Jake became reckless. Complete opposites of how they were in bed. And they won't admit it but they have to relearn the skills and affection they taught the other pre-breakup.

Sub-conciously maybe they thought that if they changed, they would become the right fit for the other again. Because no matter how angry they were they did still loved each other, even if they could never admit it to themselves.

Jake had sped up so much so he didn’t really recognise himself or who he had become. He had rationalised it, thinking he had to change, to be this new reckless person for Bradley. He was scared that he had pushed Bradshaw too far, he tried to slow him down too much and he had just hurt Bradley more.

After the uranium mission Jake broke down, he had become this reckless and intense person, just for Bradley and yet Bradley slowed down. Jake had assumed this was to ‘stay the opposite of him’, when in reality Bradley slowed down for Jake. But neither could see past their hearache and it takes Bradley and Jake yelling "I changed for YOU!" at the same time for them to realize just how in love with each other they are.

[planetbeanie]

what is the beanie baby of november 25th.? 📻👍

You share a birthday with Bam the Ram!

[huskirl]

This is clearly a kismesis

Also a small silly doodle from right before bed

[isadora-b-l-e]

my supervisor hearing i can’t work friday evening/saturdays bcus of shabbos and then immediately scheduling me two jew-ish clients is so slay

[ram-bam-writes]

🤍🤍

Apparently pinterest sees me with the urban aesthetic... which can be pretty accurate, especially depending on the day

how does pinterest see you?

search these and pick the first photo — celebrity, shoes, outfit, aesthetic, purse, makeup look

Thank you for the tag @fairyheart 🩷

Mine is so spot on! Those are definitely my summer vibes 🩷

No pressure tags:

@sailor-aviator @roosterforme @sorchathered @buckets-and-trees @cameronspecial @bobgasm @attapullman @roostersforevergirl @whiskey-bitch @ram-bam-writes @teacupsandtopgun @ryebecca @deliciousangelfestival

[unofskylanderspages]

Confession: Here's my favorite (official) variants I own. In order they are:

LightCore Hex

LightCore Prism Break

Legendary LightCore Grim Creeper

Nitro Krypt King

Super Gulp Pop Fizz

Big Bang Trigger Happy

Dark Wildfire

Mega Ram Spyro

Eon's Elite Slam Bam

Blizzard Chill

[callsign-daydream]

Just an idea if you haven't already—

Phoenix, irritated: Hangman, don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

Hangman, deadpan: "Not until four."

This is canon!

[ram-bam-writes]

"Evil be gone, Hangman's cummin'..."

Has anyone like, actually written that line as when Hangman actually cums?

Like, a fervently fucking Hangman gettin' right on the edge and groaning that out to you? To roo? To anyone?

Sigh

Fine.

I'll do it myself.

[ram-bam-writes]

Thank you! I got all four out at the same time, hence the intense jaw restriction. I also have a few disabilities which I'm sure add to the intensity of my experience :>

Good luck with yours! It's prolly so much easier only getting one out. Currently most of my pain isn't existing, but I can actively feel the string in my mouth which is driving my little adhd ass insane ehehe

Little snippets that will be in the fic based on my personal experiences for you to hold out on until then (CW: Wisdom teeth and fears, plus fluffy)

-Reader accidentally hitting the oral surgeon and dental assistants in a panic

-Some general fears and mentions of the extraction (special guest Reader's brother edition)

-Reader being high and drugged af and entertaining Jake

-Even more entertaining times trying to fucking drink chicken broth with a numb tongue

-Jake being a little shit with jokes (mostly sex jokes) and eating all the popcorn he can ar8und you

-Lots of cuddles and sleep

-Special visit from Javy, the one and only

-Reader struggling to stifle their laughs to not open their jaws wide and pop a stitch (a/n: sigh)

-And, or course, lots and lots more teasing from our beloved Jakey

Most of the fic is based on my story, so if you're scared to get wisdom teeth removed because of what I've been through or anyone else, know that it's routine and likely won't be anything as bad. In fact, mine went even smoother than I was imagining, and I reckon yours will too :>

Thanks for enjoying my fic!

I hate to be the bearer of bad news on your tags, but that's not even half of what I went through :> That blurb is based on my extraction that happened 4 days ago :>

Full fic coming out later today that will be both angsty at the front but way more cutesy at the end if you wanna keep an eye out for it :>

~Hermes

Oh, hi!

That's awful!!! I hope you feel better!

I had two of them taken out but it was more of an inconvenience (with the bleeding and diet restrictions) than anything.

I'm going to get rid of the third one in a few days and I just saw the prompt and couldn't pass. I think I'll need the full fic later this week though bc I'll be starving and will be in need of some distractions 😅

[notskull29]

Anyone like rams? They're quite dreamy

[endawn]

y’all, remember this post? if pax is brought along to find lord woolsley, it will attack him on sight even before PAX can figure out it’s a demon ram. rage susses hunger out first and charges pax; shamming into his abdomen. the wind would’ve gotten knocked out of pax but yk … doesn’t breathe. he proceeded to get into a wrestling match with a goat.

[omoghouls]

Dmfjdjfjjs did. We both become furries at the same time Bun??? Cuz I legit just started drawing mine based off of a sylveon design >///< -Berri

Andndne the furry beams hit us😌 and OMGG THAT SOUNDS SO ADORABLE???? SHOW WHEN DONE AA A A. A♡♡♡♡♡

[ram-bam-writes]

IM SCREAMING!!! HE'S A BABIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! AKDKFKFIKCHCIDKWMDKKRKSLSKAKAKDNKCLFKFNFNDKALLS

Oh my godsssss!!!!!!! I'm gonna cry he's so fucking adorableeee

Flannel is @ram-bams-blog ‘s lil Shadow bean!

-he’s a skilled comms/signals specialist who like likes to ‘tag’ his people with trackers and mics as a sign of affection (he must know where they are at all times; it calms him down)

-likes to ask questions that cause either brain rot or mental anguish

-A lil guy with an irregular sleep schedule, hands full burns and cuts from working on his tech, and is a bit bruised bcz he lacks some spatial awareness

[triomphante]

bernie can dual wield. in fact, if you can help it, you should not let her disarm you because she will steal your weapon and turn both against you.

[leojurand]

house of niccolò reread rambling thoughts: spring of the ram edition (part 1)

finally! i'm 45% into this reread and i feel like i have more than enough stuff to talk about.

i've mentioned before that this second book in the series is definitely my least favourite, but there are still many things to discuss and details to analyze because, after all, this is still dunnett

the book begins with an overture narrated by the greek in first person, which is pretty fun and unique. i don't remember any other book in the dunnetverse starting this way.

My name is in fact Nicholai Giorgio de’ Acciajuoli. I have a wooden leg. Niccolò broke it at our first meeting. He is making amends.

the greek functions kinda like the dame de doubtance in lymond, but i actually like the guy (the dame is my enemy, i can't stand her). here he talks about the title of the book, and the mission that awaits nicholas.

honestly, i've forgotten a lot about the greek's role in the story, but it's weird to me that he's talking about nicholas defeating him, because afaik their relationship is never really antagonistic... i'll have to pay more attention to him in later novels.

He may prove to be less exceptional than I think him to be. He may be more than I think him, and defeat me. But no. That is impossible.

also this little prologue reminds me of the epilogue for gemini, narrated by another astrologer.

this is one of my favourite parts of nicholas's characterization, especially early on. it's part of his lack of identity, too. imitating other people is something he does for fun, but also to use whenever he needs to. it's very fascinating, and the fact that it's pointed out that it's he means no harm is very endearing to me.

Sometimes, sitting designing something in his own room, Niccolò would let his mouth and cheeks and jaw fall into the semblance of Julius and Tobie and Captain Astorre or Godscalc and the lawyer Gregorio. Under his breath, he would recall, for his own entertainment, their favourite phrases and attitudes; the alarmed cadences of their voices. He liked them all: he meant no harm by it.

“He will not be dismissed,” Nicholas said, without imitating anybody.

the fact that nicholas using his own voice and cadence is worthy of mention says a lot!

i love this scene and scenes like this because dorothy is so good at writing characters quarreling. it's so fun, entertaining, and even you can learn a lot about the characters by how they behave in this type of situations.

Julius felt himself flushing, but drew in breath, hard, through his nostrils. He said, “I’m going to ruin the company, am I not? So is Nicholas, but we always said we could control him. Or if we couldn’t, we’d leave. I think he’s more in control than I want him to be. I think I’m getting out.”

and i love how complex nicholas's dynamic is with his... crew? his gang? it's hard to find a name for them because they're not truly his, at least not yet. as julius says they're the watcheds, there to control nicholas. they don't trust him, because of his secret plans. they don't really respect him, because he was just an apprentice a few months ago. but they can acknowledge his cunning and intelligence. they're curious about him (tobie and godscalc), or follow his lead for adventure and treasure (julius).

listen. this dynamic makes me crazy. why did dorothy write it like that (deeply homoerotic). why are they constantly noticing each other, and even missing each other. why is tobie always the one who points out julius's lack of interest in women. what goes on. deep literary analysis: they should've fucked nasty.

there's not really much loyalty in here, except from umar (loppe). we don't see much from him or his friendship with nicholas in this book, but it's enough to see that he does care about nicholas. they also seem to share a pretty deep connection, and even know what the other's going to do/say, which i love.

“Julius,” Tobie said. It was his sweetest voice.

not much to say about this quote except that i love this description and dimpled, mischievous nicholas is my favourite.

Nicholas, on the other hand, was dimpled in the private, conspiratorial manner of a hot pool on the verge of explosion.

okay, this is all i have to say for now. actually it isn't, because there's a big part of this book i haven't even mentioned here, and it's catherine's storyline. i definitely have things to say about it, and about how it affects nicholas, but i feel like it needs its own separate post and probably i should finish rereading before i attempt to say anything coherent about it.

so i'll be back with the final part and with the other post once i finish! maybe! who knows!!