#she threw a cactus at him

[jacarandaaaas]

If encanto was set in 2023 i can guarantee camilo would recreate the whistle edit in person to absolutely everyone.

[loud-whistling-yes]

Wooooo winners gang (design notes + version without scott's stars + halos under cut)

General

All of them except martyn have scars related to their final death

Also gold accents for all of them :DD

Took 5 minutes of debating with myself back and forth on whether I wanted black eyes, red eyes, purple eyes or whatever goddamn eyes their skins have

Ended up with dark red eyes. Which is not even a colour I was thinking of as shown above

Also this isn't even that related to the design or anything but I like to think the winners only remember as far as the game they won. So like grian only remembers 3l scott remembers 3l and ll so on and stuff. Makes shit funnier. And more dramatic. (looking at you whatever the fuck dl!galaxy duo had going on)

Grian

Poncho and the flowers were inspired by @/cherrifire's design :D

Scars on the head are from the fall. Also not shown in here are bloody marks on his hands from the cactus ring LMAO

Tiny wings don't fly D:

Scott

So

As you can see

I may have went a bit overboard with the headcannoning

Relates to an old post of mine (oh god. It's from 2021. oh god this is VERY old.) Where I hc-ed ll!scott to have becomed a starbrone after dying. Hence... Whatever the fuck this is

Not really happy with how the galaxy thingy came out 😭 might redo it sometime...

But yeah lighting scars :)))

And the crystals around him are kinda half-melted also from the lightning... Also a thing from the old post

Pearl

Frayed soulmate string :)

Explosion scars on face, chest and right hand from the explosion. Basically she threw herself to the explosion or something idk I've been looking at the mirror for 20 minutes now with stupid looking positions

Crystals are shared soulmate trait she got from scott

Martyn

Ehhhh I might redesign him someday he isn't as well thought-out compared to the others cause I've had months to think of the others designs...

No scars for him lol. Like I know irl he just got smited by grian but in his video he actually runs out of time so...

He's got his hourglass tho (top part empty as it should be :))

His head is meant to look like pufferfish :D yellow and blue and all

Yes I think about the banner belt a lot

His halo is based of mars and its moons phobos and deimos :D

[live-love-be-unique]

Crossing All The Lines

Summary: Callsign: Tink. Brought into the taskforce as a hacker/ intel specialist, you butt heads with your captain.

#47. Reader is a hacker or intel specialist for @glitterypirateduck O,Captain! challenge

Also, inspiration for a chubby reader and the death of a certain Austrian from @391780, Early I hope I did you proud.

Parings: Price x chubby f reader

Warnings: Idiots in love, female reader, smut with some plot, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex 18+ Minors DNI

“It’s your eye in the sky, so to speak” you said, holding the small drone you had been tinkering with before he had walked into your office. You animatedly showed off the newest toy you had been tinkering with, pointing out the features you had added “it has the capability to record and store six hours of audio and video. I’m working on the signal range to extend…”

Price reached over the desk and turned off the screaming you called music that was blasting through your computer speakers “I’m not taking some flying toy into a war zone” he said with finality. Laswell’s recommendation be damned, he didn’t need some little dolly bird tottering around the base in ridiculous shoes telling him how to run his taskforce.

“Oh ok, so will you be letting Gaz know you’re planning on pitching him out the side of a helicopter again to run surveillance or am I?” you say, casting him a smirk over your shoulder as you place the drone on the shelf behind you. Price groaned and rolled his eyes away from you.

You were the newest addition to the taskforce, at Laswell’s insistence, she claimed you were the best intel operative she had encountered in years. She had pulled a few strings and called in some favours with the higher ups that Price could only fantasize about knowing to get you after you had saved their arses with some quite impressive hacking skills.

To say you weren’t what Price had been expecting was a massive understatement. The day you were introduced to the team, you were all bright colours and sparkles in a sea of soldiers. Hardly military issue, as you arrived on base, you had poured your soft, rounded curves into that dress. A wiggle-dress his mother used to call them, and ridiculously high heels. The sight of you made his mouth water and his hands itched to feel your soft skin and overflowing curves. Soap and Gaz took to you instantly, bestowing you with the callsign Tink because of your love for tinkering with random projects or Tinkerbell according to Soap, Ghost took a little longer but your preference for a proper cup of tea and non-judgmental attitude towards his unwillingness to show his face quietly won him over.

The only one you hadn’t bonded with was Price. You butted heads and frustrated each other. Trading snide comments and jabs. Price did appreciate the fact that you kept a jar of sweets on your desk that you made an effort to keep stocked with his and the lads favorite treats and he had to admit that, Laswell was correct, your hacking skills were second to none.

Price watched as you spent the first three weeks of your time on base bringing in new trinkets for your small office. Candles, figurines and a small cactus that Soap didn’t notice until he sat on one day. You admonished him for weeks until he brought you in another, non-spiky one. “I’m sorry, Tinkerbell, forgive me?” he’d pouted, holding out the small succulent towards you. Your office was an explosion of colour like you, and there was always music playing, you’d even created a playlist with Soap and Gaz.

But…on more than one occasion not that he would admit it, Price found himself in his office late at night surrounded by the cloying scent of artificial strawberries from the candles you preferred to decorate your office with that seemed to follow you around, with his hand furiously fisting his cock. Your bratiness was like catnip to him. Every cheeky little sass you threw his way made him harder than ever.

You yourself, never thought you would be one to enjoy it when a man yelled at you but with Price’s gravely, low voice and the sheer broadness of him…damn...you couldn’t count the nights you spent with the absolutely non military issue neon pink vibrator between your legs imagining it was Price instead, his booming voice echoing in your ears as you came. Your embarrassing crush on the captain had stopped you from dating, all bar a handful of dates with that very tall Austrian colonel from Kortac, you thought he had ghosted you after your dates but came to find out that he had died from ingesting strychnine poison in a Romanian brothel after sleeping with a married woman.

“Are you even listening to me?” Your voice pulled Price back to the present.

“There’s nothing to hear, we’re not taking that thing” he pointed towards the shelf.

“It’s already been cleared. You just have to control everything don’t you?”

“I’m the captain for a reason” he muttered, stubbornly.

You scoffed “god, I bet you couldn’t last one day without controlling everything”

Price leaned forward, open palms resting on the desk in front of him, staring down at you “try me”

“What?”

“You heard me…try me, doll”

You can’t tell who made the first move as your hair was wrapped tightly in Price’s hands as he pulled you against his lips in a heated kiss. He groans deeply as your teeth nip sharply at his bottom lip.

“That dress looks divine on you” he smirks, pulling away from your lips breathing heavily.

“Thank you-”

“How easy is it to take off?”

You smirked, turning your back towards Price, moving your hair over your shoulder and glancing over your shoulder at him.

Price licked his lips as his hands slid slowly from your waist up your back. His hands made quick work of the zipper as he slid the dress down over your shoulders, placing a gentle almost loving kiss between your shoulder blades.

You turned to face him as you dropped your dress to the floor. You felt exposed as Price’s eyes raked over your near naked form.

Price couldn’t take his eyes away from you. The lacy navy coloured lingerie hugged your soft, rounded curves perfectly. Your eyes locked with his as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Tell me you want this” his eyes bore into yours as his hands toyed with the waistband of your underwear “tell me you want me”

“Price…”

“John, call me John…please” he whimpered.

“Please, John”

“Fuck” he uttered as he dragged the lace over your hips and down your legs. You shuddered as the cool air met your soaking core.

He pushes your legs apart, pressing little kisses on your inner thighs, before nuzzling his cheek against you, breathing in your scent as he lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder.

He looks up at you, eyes blown out with desire. Before you had a chance to think of a witty retort, he dives in, tongue sliding through your folds. You fall back against the desk with a soft groan as your hands find his hair, gripping tight as he laps at you like a man starved. “Fuck,” he moans against you. “You taste so fucking good.” He spreads you apart, adding a finger into the mix, he thrusts it in and out of your eager hole as his tongue laps at you. You moan softly, hand still tangled in his hair as you arched your back, body chasing his tongue against your heated skin.

“Stop wriggling” he gritted out, his voice strained as his calloused hands gripped the plush of your thighs.

“Make me”

Price chuckled as he grabbed your waist and lifted you, you squealed and wrapped your legs around his hips as he sat you on your desk “just once, will you do as you're told?” His hands on either side of your hips, holding you firmly against him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You smirked, locking your ankles behind his back and pulling him closer.

Price grunts, gripping your thighs against his waist as he leans forward and leaves wet, sloppy kisses along your shoulders and up the column of your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the delicate skin, marking you, claiming you as his own.

“You have no idea how much I want you”

“Oh I think I get the idea” your smirk as his lips continued their path towards your chest. You ground against him and chuckled as you felt the rumble of a moan in his chest.

“I want to ruin you”

“Please…do it”

That was all the encouragement he needed as he hurried to undo his belt and shove his pants to his ankles.

“Your hand feels so much better than my own” he rasped as you wrapped your hands around him, lining his cock up with your pussy. You moaned against each other's lips as he sinks into you. The stretch to accommodate him is nothing short of delicious. Your grind against him as he bottoms out.

Your eyes meet as he pulls out of you before snapping his hips back against you, filling you so completely that it steals the air from your lungs.

Your hands grip anywhere you can as Price rolls his hips up into you, the way you squeeze him spurs him on as you writhe and keen underneath him. Your nails leave crescent shapes in the skin of his back as he looms over you, his arms caging you against his broad chest.

Price couldn’t stop himself, he kissed at the skin of your bare shoulder, bared his teeth and bit, hard, you yelped. Oh shit, he thought, have I gone too far?

He stopped and looked into your eyes, searching for any type of distress.

“More” you purred. You’d be the fucking death of him.

He smirks as he can feel your body tightening around him, you’re getting closer and he isn’t far behind as he slams into you with one final snap of his hips. His lips find yours as you moan into his mouth, tongue and lips clashing together as you come.

Your door swung open “about time” Ghost muttered as he closed the door again.

“So…that was…” Price stumbled out as he pulled out of you, picking up your dress that laid crumpled on the floor. He gently pulled it over your spent body. Resisting the urge to drop kisses to any sliver of skin he could see.

“Great, it was great” you smile, pausing slightly before standing up on your toes to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, chasing your lips as you shared a soft kiss.

“Yeah, it was great” he smiled, suddenly bashful.

[minecraftbookshelf]

Life Series Scarring Headcanons: Part 1

I'm going in alphabetical order by player handle, so this one is BDoubleo100, Bigbst4tz2, Ethoslab, and GoodTimesWithScar

The concept at hand is that during each game, every death leaves a scar, after the game, those are gone, replaced with scarring from their final death.

I did take some creative licence with the deaths, mostly in the sense of figuring out ways to handle Fall Damage in a slightly more RL based context, as well as figuring out approximately where final blows would fall based on the respective positioning of the players in question. (I did both a lot of video watching and also pointing at and posing myself figuring this out.)

Related to that Content Warning for general blunt but vague descriptions of varying injuries and ways to die, including but not limited to shattered bones and impaling.

Disclaimer that I did make all these diagrams in paint so they are hardly the pinnacle of artistic reference, but I think it gets the point across. Xs indicate arrow kills and i used the spray paint mode for fire/lava/explosion damage. All scars are color coded by series.

I forgot to mark it on the diagrams themselves, but light green is for scars left from the death of the Double Life soulbond partner. The soulmate who died second has phantom scars from their partners death, fainter and sometimes smaller, but still there.

Pink scars are the ones that, while not final deaths, had a significant impact on the story, the cubito, or both.

This project has also has shown some interesting patterns in how some of them tend to die.

On with the show!

BDubs

Third Life: Scar chased BDubs down and killed him with his sword before heading off with Grian to have Their Moment at the cactus ring. He turned around to fight Scar at the last minute, so the killing blow came from the front.

Last Life: BDubs was shot and killed by Grian as he fled after he betrayed the Red Pack and killed Lizzie so that Etho would give him a life.

Double Life: Pearl chased BDubs down and killed him (I believe with an axe) after Tilly died. Like in Third Life, he turned and fought at the last minute, so the killing blow came from the front.

Limited Life: Bdubs' final death was from a TNT Minecart dropped by Impulse, it landed slightly above and to the right of him, so that is where the damage is localized.

BigB

(You see what I mean about trends in the way that some of them tend to die?)

Third Life: BDubs shot him as BigB, the last surviving member of the Red Army, tried to escape from him and the Desert Duo. I placed that scar a bit lower than the others because BDubs is short.

Last Life: Cleo shot and killed him in a river. He was also poisoned from a potion she threw in the skirmish prior, so his health was very low. Reflecting that, my choice for that arrow was that it skimmed the side of his neck and he probably would have survived it had he been in better health at the time.

Double Life: Grian dropped a dripstone stalactite on Ren's head in Box, killing both Ren and BigB. His scar from this is a bit smaller and fainter than Ren's due to Ren being the one to actually receive the injury.

Limited Life: Smajor shot and killed him while he tried to escape through the woods. From what I can tell Scott came at him from the side, so I put the scar for that one reflecting it.

Etho

Believe it or not this is not the worst that it gets.

Third Life: Etho died to fire damage dealt by Impulse during the Battle of Dogwarts. I chose the location for it based of the direction the attack that initially caught him on fire came from.

Last Life: Joel killed Etho before dying himself when the later-game red lifers banded together to take out him and Grian. Etho struggled with his shield during that confrontation, which let Joel get enough hits in to kill him before being killed immediately after by Scott. I placed that injury as a glancing blow off the top rim of his shield.

Double Life: Etho and Joel died to a lava-trapped nether portal. The scars are from the lava flow. Etho died first, so his scars are a bit more prominent than Joel's.

Limited Life: Etho (like so, so many other people this season) died to fall damage. He was fighting the Mean Gills on the edge of the Bad Boy Manor and fell. The "camera angle" of the ground as he fell is pretty much how i decided where the impact probably was.

Scar

Third Life: I deviated a bit here because for everything else I really just went with "this was the final straw that broke the camels back" when picking scars, but I feel like the narrative and character significance of the Cactus Ring excuses the Death By A Thousand Cuts look. The heaviest concentration of scars from the ring are on his knuckles (from hitting), forearms (from blocking) and back and the side of his face (where he fell into the cacti).These are all small, relatively faint scars, there are just. A lot of them. EDIT: He's going to have some lasting explosion scars from the creeper Grian killed him with as soon as I have the opportunity to update the diagram.

Last Life: He was shot by Ren in a skirmish in the woods, that's genuinely all I have to say about that one, sorry. I decided it was a really good shot on Ren's part that got him right in the eye.

Double Life: So, sonic booms don't really...leave marks. They just liquidize your internal organs. I do think though that he and Grian probably have some faint mark approximating the center of their torsos. Because magic. And Lore.

Limited Life: Grian stabbed him in the back and then chased him down and killed him. The infamous "ultimate betrayal" because someone forgot that they were technically only barely endgame allies this season. Because Grian is incapable both of not killing Scar and not being dramatic about it.

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Part 2

(There are five posts in this series in total, each of them will have links to the first one, as well as the one preceding and the one coming after)

[thesaintscanthelpmenow]

Trick or Treat!

*hit man!Billy, blood, canon typical violence, Billy soft with kids, fluff with a dark edge, f!reader*

I know it’s not Halloween but I was inspired, lol.

@terry2227 @kayhi808 @e-dubbc11 @bookloverfilmoholic @cant-help-simping @milea @thejanecampaign @aoi-targaryen @snowkestrel @tortilla-chips-and-allioli @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @firequeensposts @vaguekayla @danzer8705 @zz-kennedy

502 words.

It was Halloween, and the kids in witches and devil costumes were running along the street, but one girl caught sight of Billy, and boldly ran up to him. “Trick or treat!” She said, accent thick.

“Sure, Cinderella.” Billy pulled out three wrapped caramel candies, and tossed them in her bag, stained with blood. He sipped his Pepsi as she watched him walk away.

No one, not even her father had cared to know she was Cinderella, she was just a nuisance.

But not to the bloodied stranger drinking Pepsi.

He climbed into your bedroom window, as you came out from the shower, dressed in sweatpants and his USMC sweatshirt. You were drying your ears with q-tips, stopping when you spotted him. “Trick or treat,” he grinned, still balancing on your windowsill like a damn cat.

“Get off my window, you looney. You’re gonna knock Frannie over.” You said, pointing to your cactus, throwing your q-tips in the garage, and moving towards your nightstand.

Billy hopped down, sauntering over and throwing himself on your bed. You smacked him with your hairbrush. “Shoes off, mister.”

He leaned down, unlacing them, a smile on his face as he couldn’t help but feel content, as he threw his shoes down, and if you looked closely you could see blood and matter on the bottom of them, before he laid back, patting himself. “C’mon, Pebbles. I’ll even let you show me all the rocks you found yesterday.”

You set your hair brush down, plopping on top of him, and settling between his thighs. “Even the sparkly ones?” You asked, fingers slipping through the belt loops of his jeans, feeling his leather belt against your knuckles.

“Especially the sparkly ones.” He said, fingers cleaned of blood, running through your hair gently with reverence, nails scratching your scalp, making you purr. Your lips pressed in a soft line as you sighed, your eyes fluttering. You wanted to love him.

You grinned, scrambling off him to grab your bag of rocks on your dresser, your sweatpants slipping down your hips, as you tried to pull them back up.

You and Frankie were the only good things in him, he thought to the hit of an elderly woman who had been at the wrong place, wrong time and saw too much. Who hadn’t seen him coming, but she’d fought once wounded. It had been messy, as he walked through her blood slipping slightly.

He’d been trying to get to a bathroom to clean up when the little girl saw him. And he’d given her candy, because no one had given him candy as a kid. Because he didn’t want a child to feel like he had, seeing her fraying blue dress. A hand- me-down.

Soft, too soft. He had thought to himself scrubbing his hands of blood. But the little girl was sweet as Cinderella.

But as you hopped back on the bed bouncing slightly, he let his fingers pull your sweatpants up your hips.

A tenderness amongst the violence.

[daisyblog]

Chapter One: Evie

Show Me Love Summary

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, strong language, emotional abuse, alcohol use, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

Chapter 2 >

Evie:

Note to myself: always set an alarm the night before a class, especially a 9am start.

Stretching over to the nightstand that stood beside my bed, tapping my phone screen 8:12 it read. Rubbing my eyes as the light shined through at my slightly opened curtains. Despite already running late, I couldn't help but scroll through my socials before I sat up and my feet touched the wooden floor of my room as I walked into the en-suite bathroom.

Jumping into the shower quickly to freshen up, before walking to the wardrobe sat in the corner of the room and pulling out a pair of black leggings and an oversized green sweatshirt, paired with my trusty old black converse. I threw them onto my body quickly, before deciding to rock the bare face look today and pulling my hair back with a claw clip.

Grabbing my bag from the floor near my bed, I made my way into the shared kitchen space where Lily was sat by the small table drinking from her mug as she scrolled through her phone. I was lucky when assigned flatmates at the start of our first year, Lily, Bella, and I instantly clicked. It was like we had known each other for years and not just since September.

"Morning, I thought you had a class this morning?" Lily greeted as she looked down at her phone, I assumed checking the time as I had said last night; I had an early class. 

I rummaged around, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge "It's me Lils, it wouldn't be right if I was on time", before making my way towards the front door.

Lily let out a giggle "You're something else Eve" before we said our goodbyes. 

Putting my earphones in while I walked and pressing play on a playlist. Music filling my ears, my type of therapy. Campus was only a short walk but once again, I was late. It was hard to explain, I've always found it difficult to manage my time and even waking up extra early I'd still be late. Distraction and lack of attention was my weakness. 

I entered the building and climbed the stairs, taking my earphones out and making my way to the class. I hated this class as it was. I wasn't failing but apparently averaging a 65 wasn't good enough in my parents eyes. In the words of my father "you could be doing better". It was safe to say, my parents were the type of people that I could have achieved 99 on an assignment but they would focus on the one mark I missed.

I tried to quietly open the door, aware that most students were already inside and listening to the lecturer that stood up front. I spotted Niall and Harry sitting at the back. We'd met on the first week of classes and instantly I bonded with both boys. I'd learnt that Niall and I both played guitar and Harry and I shared the love for Fleetwood Mac and The Beatles. 

Niall and I were were often shot glares from the other students for laughing and whispering a bit too loudly in class. Harry was a tad quieter than us, not allowing himself to get distracted. He'd keep his focus as he typed away on his laptop making notes. 

"Ah nice of you to join us Miss Green" I heard the deep sarcastic voice of the lecturer who Niall and I had nicknamed Cactus because he was prick. His voice and comment, caused all eyes to land on me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and continued walking towards the back and sat next to Niall.

"Nice of you to join me Miss Green" Niall mocked  him, with a chuckle. As I pulled out my laptop in front of me to attempt to write some notes. Prime word: attempt. I'd spend a lot of time in classes looking around, envious of others typing out pages and pages of words, wondering how they made it look so easy. Harry being one. 

I took him in as he sat opposite, a grey hoodie covering his body and his curls sitting on top of his head so effortlessly. His eyes focused on the screen in front of him, his tongue poking out slightly as he concentrated.  

"You're drooling" Niall whispered in my ear and nudged my shoulder, making me break my stare and send him a scowl and mouth 'fuck off'. I mean I couldn't deny that Harry was attractive, but Niall loved to stir and joke around, especially when it included Harry and I. 

"Are you still coming over to ours later for the party?" His strong Irish accent asked as he continued to type and glance up at the large screen that hung high on the wall, displaying bits of text that the lecturer was reading from. 

Niall, Harry and their flatmates were hosting a party this evening, and Bella and, one of their friends, Zayn had a little thing going on. So of course, Lily and I were being dragged along. Not that I was complaining, a party was a party. "Bella's making us, you better have some good food and lots of drink" I playfully warned.

"Please, you know I have" Niall held a hand to his chest, pretending to act hurt. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. I glanced up noticing Harry was still focusing on his work. Almost like he could feel my stare, his eyes met mine and his eyebrows raised as he caught me staring, but sending me a cheeky wink. It wasn't unusual for Harry to be a tad flirty or show me some sort of affection. It was like it was in his nature to be kind and loving but it didn't stop the heat rising up my cheeks. 

Once the class had been dismissed, I walked slightly in front of the two as Niall was showing Harry something on his phone about football. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, I checked my own phone noticing a couple of notifications from Bella and Lily in our group chat, talking about what they were wearing tonight. 

As we exited the building, the boys announced they were walking the opposite way as they going to meet their friends. I waved goodbye and explained I'd see them later. Walking back to the flat was quick as I listened to some music. Entering I could hear music playing from under Lily's bedroom door meaning she was usually doing some work. 

After making a quick chicken pasta dish for lunch and putting the leftovers in the fridge, I headed to my room. Opening the door, I saw the clothes thrown on the floor where I rushed to get ready this morning, picking them I placed them into the laundry basket in the corner as my phone began to ring.

Mum.

"Hey Mum!" I answered, taking a seat on my unmade bed and began to subconsciously pick at the skin around my nail, a habit that I done from a young age.

"Oh Evie, I'm glad you answered. You're never going to guess what?" My mother's enthusiastic voice could be heard through the phone, before I had the chance to answer, she continued "Your sisters had a promotion, isn't that amazing?".

It was amazing, how could anyone disagree. But I'd always been jealous of my older sister, Megan. She was popular, smart, never did anything wrong, always seemed to do everything right. Pushing down my thoughts I politely answered "That is amazing, tell her I said congratulations".

"Honestly we are so proud of her, your father and I are thinking of throwing her a party or something to celebrate". She rambled on. Another thing, Megan was never told no to anything. Megan asked for money, she got it. Megan asked to stay up longer, she got it. Megan asked for a new car, she got it. I remember when I was 8, I had asked for a sleepover for my birthday because that's what all my friends were doing but despite it being my birthday, I was told "No, Megan's having some friends over that day". 

"Megan would love that I'm sure!" The sarcasm evident in my voice, despite the feeling of anger building up inside of me. I felt trapped in this never ending cycle of not being good enough. Always comparing myself to others. Always trying to push my feelings down and put on a brave face. But it was getting harder each time. 

"I'm going to start planning it straight away!" she explained. "How's your classes going, I hope you're trying hard, I know it doesn't come easy to you like your sister, she's such a clever girl!". I could feel the lump in my throat start to rise and I tried hard to swallow it. Trying my hardest to keep the tears from spilling. 

"Yeah they're going well, I've actually got to go because I'm about to go into another, bye Mum!"I quickly made up the excuse before ending the phone call. Laying down, I allowed the tears to run down my cheeks as my body curled up. After laying there for some time, thoughts swimming around in my head, I decided it was time to get ready for tonight, not wanting to dwell on the situation anymore, it was never going to change was it?

Getting in the shower, I allowed the hot water run down my body. After washing my hair, the smell of strawberries surrounding me from the shampoo. I got out and wrapped my towel around me before walking over to my wardrobe to decide what I was going to wear. After pulling a few options out, I picked a white cropped top, ripped black mom jeans and paired them with my white converse. 

As I finished drying my hair, Lily entered with her make-up bag in her hand "Thought we could get ready together, Bella's already there because she stayed with Zayn".

"We're losing her Lils" I joked whilst I applied some foundation onto my bare face. As we both curled our hair, we chatted about different things. Lily even admitted that there was a girl who she liked was going to the party tonight and she was hoping that maybe she would see her. She was a sweet girl and I always admired how she was always herself regardless of who she was around. 

Once we were both ready, we made our way over the party that was in the next building to ours. I was excited to relax tonight and just enjoy. After the conversation with my mother earlier, I needed it even more. As we entered the flat, it wasn't full but it was definitely a bit more than a gathering. 

Bella, who was standing next to Zayn, snuggled under his arm and a few others gathered around them that I didn't recognise, called us over. Pulling us both into a hug "Aw girls I've missed ya".

"I'm surprised your stuff is still in the flat" I joked about how she's been staying over with Zayn a lot recently. It was nice to see her so happy and content, it must be nice to feel that wanted and loved. 

"Sorry girls, I just miss her when she's not here" Zayn wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer to him. They looked good together I'll admit that, both had a unique style and both absolutely beautiful. 

"Evie Green" An Irish accent was heard, making us all look behind me. Niall was seen making his way through the groups of people to join us, Harry trailing behind him. Louis and Liam, their two other roommates, still yet to be seen. 

"Niall Horan" I called back as they got closer and Harry swung his arm around my shoulder, letting it rest there as Niall passed Lily and I a bottle of cider each. "I see you're giving us the hard stuff 'ey Ni".

"Don't want you getting into a state again do we Green?" Niall brought up the time we were all out a few months ago celebrating Bella's birthday, and I drank way too many shots and couldn't put one foot in front of the other and had to be taken home early.

As I took a sip, the taste of strawberry and lime hit my tongue, I rolled my eyes. "It was one time Niall, one time. Just let it go". The group around us, laughing at our usual banter. Little to their knowledge Niall and I had shared many drunken conversations. Some were funny, some were serious but for some reason I'd let him on my family dynamic. He sat and listened, no judgement, just being a true friend and I loved him it for it.

As the night went on, so the drinks flowed and I could feel it take effect on me. I wasn't drunk but definitely tipsy. I was now dancing in the middle of the living room with Bella and Lily, the three of us mimicking each other and trying our best not to stumble. I felt free, just me being myself with a group of people who accepted me. 

"Oh, I'll be right back" Lily spoke quickly, interrupting our dancing bubble, before she walked away from us and made her way over to a girl in the corner. I assumed she was the one who she told me about earlier. I watched on as the two smiled and spoke quietly in the corner. Not wanting to stare, I turned back to Bella. 

"C'mon, let's go and find some food, I'm starving" Bella suggested, taking my hand and pulling me into the direction of kitchen. As we entered, Harry and Zayn was standing in the corner talking to each other, both turning as Bella pulled us through the crowd. "Zayn!" Bella's called out, causing Zayn to cringe when he realised how drunk his girlfriend now was. "Can we have food please?". 

As Zayn made his way over to help Bella, immediately pulling her closer to him and guiding her over to where the food was, my legs took me to where Harry was still standing. He was leaning against the counter, a plain white t-shirt covering his chest and black ripped jeans long on his legs.

"Hey stranger!" he joked, continuing to hold his drink in his ring clad hands. "Started to think you'd left". His bicep showing more through his t-shirt as he brought the bottle up to his lips.

"Can't get rid of me that easily" my lips turning up into a genuine smile as I realised he'd obviously been thinking about me tonight. "Bella's a bit tipsy and is now looking for food".

"Yeah, I heard her before I saw her" Harry continued to make jokes. Bella was known by the group for being the loud drunk. If you couldn't see her, you would definitely hear her. "I've been meaning to ask-".

"Shots! Shots! Shots!" a voice interrupted our conversation, pushing their way between us. "C'mon, everyone else is being boring and won't do any with me" Niall handed us both a shot glass. "Can always rely on you two..ready...three..two..one". Three of us lifting the glasses to our lips and letting the liquid run down our throats, making me shiver at the sharp taste. 

"What happened to not wanting me to get into a drunken state?" I raised my eyebrows at the brunette, as he gave me another bottle of cider. 

"Harry here will look after you, so I know you're in safe hands" he explained as he pulled Harry by his neck, trying to mess up his hair. Harry gave him a playful shove before Niall walked away flipping us both off, his contagious laugh following him. 

"What were you going to ask me?" I asked Harry, remembering he was about to ask me something before Niall and his shots interrupted. 

Harry looked slightly nervous. Something I'd never seen before. "Oh uh, I was..uh..there's like a bands night down the pub tomorrow night, I've got two tickets and was going to ask if you wanted to come?".

"Are you sure you don't want Niall or Zayn to go?" I asked, slightly aware that Harry and I hadn't spent time alone. This would be the first.

"No, they're going to be doing covers and stuff and I know we like the same music so I thought of you straight away when I saw the poster" he confessed, a nervous shadow covering his face. My heart and stomach fluttered at his words. He really was the sweetest. 

"I'd love to come, thank you" I gave him a genuine and grateful smile "What time?" I questioned. Wanting to make sure I was ready on time and didn't keep him waiting. Another thing I was always lectured about by my parents was my time keeping, well lack of. 

Harry reached for his phone in his back pocket, scrolling for a few seconds. I assumed he was checking the tickets for time. "It starts at 8, so I'll pick you up around 7:30?".

"Yeah sounds good, I'll try to be ready" I laughed at my own joke, knowing he had witnessed my lack of punctuality many of times throughout this first year of university.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, his dimples appearing as he smiled "It's fine, it wouldn't feel right if you were on time would it?". He didn't criticise but accepted that this was my personality and it wasn't necessarily a negative thing. 

I didn't get the chance to answer as my phone buzzed in my pocket. As I pulled it out, noticing it was a text notification. Reading it, my whole mood changed. I should have known it was too good to be true that I would remain happy the entire night.

Megan:  Hey! Just letting you know I've been promoted in work, one step closer to the top. Mum said you're having low marks in your classes. I know it can be hard for you but It's probably best if you work harder, you don't want to disappoint Mum and Dad again! 

The reason I decided to apply for Manchester university in the first place was to escape this reality. I was ecstatic when I was accepted, naively I saw it as a way that they couldn't hurt me anymore, but apparently being almost four hours away in London, they still could. Here I was standing in a party full of people feeling worthless and once again lonely.

Harry must have noticed the change in my mood. He tried to pull me closer to him, his hand reaching for mine as he spoke "Hey, what's wrong, everything alright?". But I didn't want comfort, I wasn't worthy of it. Megan was right, I was a disappointment. All I had done my entire life was let people down. 

I pushed Harry's hand away gently, the one that was trying to pull me into him. "Nothing, it's just...nothing". I looked around, noticing Niall in the other room still trying to encourage people to take shots. Walking over to him, leaving Harry's side, I took one from his grasp. The liquid burnt my throat as it left the glass but at this point I didn't care.

"Go on Evie" Niall encouraged, only making me take another one and repeating the action. "We like to drink with Evie cause Evie is our mate! And when we drink with Evie, she finishes in 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!".

After a hour of weakness, continuing to drink anything I could get my hands on. The party had gradually become quieter, only a few of us left. I hadn't seen Harry for a while, I had left him in the kitchen whilst I went to find Niall to do more shots. I found myself trying to make my way to find somewhere to lie down, holding onto the wall for support. My legs struggled to carry my heavy body as I stumbled down the corridor. 

"Fuck" I heard a deep voice behind me. "Eves, how much have you had?" the voice full of concern. Their body now in front of me their hands holding onto mine, my body continuing to sway causing me to let out a childish giggle. "You're wasted". 

"Harry?".

"Yeah it's me, where are you trying to go?" his voice still full of concern, as I tried to move from his grip. My legs failing me as they give way, making me fall. Two strong arms circle my stomach, catching me before I hit the ground. A loud laugh leaving me, as the room spins around me. "Evie, can you tell me where you're going and I'll help you".

"Sleep...I sleep...tired" I stutter over my words, the alcohol deep into my system. Harry effortlessly picked me back up, still holding onto my waist. Afraid I would fall again. 

"Alright, do you think you can walk?" he attempted to help me walk down the corridor but once again my legs fell from beneath me. "I guess not, come on clumsy I'll carry you". 

As Harry lifted me into his arms, I felt a whole weight lift off me. I'd never felt safe, ever, but the warmth feeling was unusual. The moment my head felt the soft cotton of the pillow beneath my head, my eyes could no longer stay awake.

"Sweet dreams Eves".

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[jayvolans]

𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝗺 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐮

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇

the scream you let out was more than loud enough to send Childe, kaeya, and yae barging into your room, concern clear on their faces. “yn? what’s going on? what’s happened?” you grinned obnoxiously at them, eagerly showing them your phone.

“look! look! I pretty much aced my quiz!” you shouted, flopping back onto your back. they were quiet for a moment before breaking into cheers.

“we have to celebrate! i know how much that class has been kicking your ass,” childe grinned, sitting beside you. kaeya and yae both shared a knowing grin. “so alhaitham really helped, didn’t he?” yae interjected, teasingly.

kaeya’s eyebrows wiggled, adding to the joke. you just flipped them off before standing up. “he did. in fact, he offered to buy me padisarah pudding to apologize for missing the recording,” you stated matter of factly.

“why did he miss?” childe asked curiously. “…a hangover,” you admitted sheepishly. the three of them stared incredulously, not believing your words. “he got that drunk, on a school night?” kaeya reiterated, a smirk overtaking his face.

you stood up, smiling deviously. “anyways, i do need to get going so-“ “wait!” yae commanded, hands on her hips and evil grin on her lips. “you’re going out, willingly, with alhaitham?” she questioned.

you shrugged playfully. “i’m going to start changing whether you guys are in here or not,” you threatened. groaning, the three trouble makers left out the door, but not before promising to ‘figure you two out’.

still riding the high of your test score, you all but skipped through the tables of lambad’s cafe. seated in the corner, reading a book, was alhaitham.

grinning, you practically sprinted towards him, startling him when your hands slammed down on the table. “y-yn?! what the hell…?” he shouted, jumping to his feet.

your mind only on your rising grade, you threw your arms around alhaitham, words falling from your lips faster than you could process. “i aced my org chem test, thanks to you! like actually!”

after a beat of silence his arms slowly wrapped around you in return. “congratulations, yn, but that was all you, i just helped you study,” he replied softly.

your grin widened for a moment and then dropped when your mind caught up with your body. eyes widening, you pulled away, your face warm. you averted your gaze with an awkward cough and rocked back on your feet.

“well, thank you anyways, you really helped me,” you stammered. alhaitham nodded, his hand covering the pink tint rising on his cheeks. “of course. did you finish the eleventh and twelfth chapters?”

and just like that, the tense air dispersed and you were both sitting down, the conversation flowing.

even though you’d started off by talking about the books, your conversation has quickly drifted from the topic to other things. it had suddenly occurred to you that you really didn’t know much about alhaitham besides his academic prowess and the opposite was the same as well.

but that tended to happen when all of your interactions for over a year only included harsh jabs and searing scowls. but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find out more now. better late than never, right? “you mean to tell me, that you killed not only a cactus, but a succulent too?” alhaitham echoed incredulously. you huffed under your breath.

“everyone lied when they said it was easy. i either overwater it or underwater it and amount of sunlight? don’t even get me started!” you whined helplessly.

you expected to hear more teasing, but instead you heard a soft laugh. alhaitham was laughing at you, but it wasn’t mocking or derisive. he was genuinely amused by you (or your lack of gardening skills).

“one of these days, i’ll make a manual so you can properly take care of a plant. no more plants deserve to die at your hands,” he snickered. you protested, but you couldn’t help but latch onto the fact that he was willing to help you, even if it was only for the plants sake.

“okay, okay, enough about me! what are you bad at? besides holding your alcohol, of course,” you smirked. he scoffed, but leaned back in your chair.

“hmmm, that’s a hard one…” he sighed jokingly to which you scoffed tamely at, “honestly though, i’d have to say cooking,” he mumbled, shaking his head. your eyebrows raised. “cooking…?” you echoed.

alhaitham nodded, frowning petulantly. “yes, cooking. it’s awful and i never get the proportions right,” he sighed. you cocked an eyebrow. “do you use a… recipe?”

just as you feared, alhaitham looked at you as if you’d said the stupidest phrase known to man. “i once heard that cooking is like chemistry, so why wouldn’t i experiment?”

you took a bite of your padisarah pudding and waved your spoon at him. “now why,” you swallowed, “would you treat it like actual chemistry? use a recipe, you’ll do much better,” you promised.

the silver haired scholar moved your spoon away with the tip of his finger before responding. “that’s the thing! even when i use one it comes out awful. either it’s burnt or undercooked or i missed some obscure instruction!” 

you shook your head with a smirk. “so you made fun of me for being bad with plants, but you’re struggling with a life skill?” you teased. alhaitham rolled his eyes, waving a dismissive hand.

"I just make my roommate, kaveh, do it. he doesn't pay rent, so he has to earn his keep somehow," he grinned evilly. you nodded sagely. “and they were roommates,” you teased, straight faced.

alhaitham groaned aloud. “if i hear that phrase one more time… kaveh has even started calling himself a ‘male wife’?” you couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

alhaitham was pretty much the opposite of every one of your pre conceived notions about him, in fact, you were genuinely having fun getting to know him.

it was a scary thought, but as alhaitham lamented over the ‘woes of having a helpless idiot as a roommate’ you couldn’t help but find that that was a future problem for a future yn.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬❧ 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❧ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭❧

Happy Valentine’s Day my beloveds!!🫶🏾

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓❧

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[cbsxreader]

Random and odd headcanons/ideas to keep ya'll fed while I work on requests

TF2

Sniper has a small cactus back from Australia in his camper. It's an ideal plant for him because he remembers to water it only twice a month.

Pyro knits, crochets or sews collars for cats. Some are messy, but others are actually very good and detailed.

Demoman has found a dragon's scale. But no one ever believes him it's real and assume he's just made it on his own. It's gotten to the point where he doubts if it's real or not, it is, but y'know, other people's thoughts get to him.

Engie has a crude and messy mug on his desk where he puts his pencils. The mug was made by Pyro during a team vacation by a lake, Pyro found a bunch of clay, molded the mug themselves and left it out in the sun to dry. It's messy because that kind of clay isn't the best, but the effort is what counts.

I refuse to believe that Heavy didn't have a cat or two back in Siberia that helped their family by getting rid of pests and that Heavy loved them very much.

Since Scout had a big family and probably wasn't allowed to have pets, he played with the street animals. His Ma would constantly tell him to stop but he did it behind her back sometimes.

Speaking of pets, Soldier has befriended raccoons all his life and actually has some experience with them.

Spy has a large stash of chocolates that he brings out when he's had a long day. Usually, he climbs into bed, brings his chocolates and wine along with him and watches some soap opera or drama.

Medic constantly loses the little clean cloth to clean glasses with because Archimedes likes the texture of it and steals it.

Ms. Pauling sometimes asks Sniper to make her some coffee and he waits for her in the most random places to give it to her because she doesn't have the time to make it herself.

Freak Fortress:

CBS shakes like a dog after getting wet. A lot of the times, CPS gets hit by water because Brutal just shakes it off wherever.

CPS's favourite book would be Good Omens. And no one can change my mind. Crowley and Aziraphale would remind him of him and CBS. Also, that book makes him question his sexuality-

Painis Cupcake would listen to Lady Gaga while waiting for his next victim.

(Dw if you've made a request I promise I'm working on it, these just existed in my mind before and I quickly threw them in one post)

[greeb-theartist]

Made a really big rant on wambus in my friends discord server, wanted to share it;

I wanna do a really big info dump on Wambus and Triffany's relationship and also talk about Wambus himself cuz he's pretty cool and I'm really fixated on him now... so:

I think a lot about Wambus tbh. Lemme explain. I feel like that's why he's so attached to Triffany, and everytime she doesn't come back for days and nights on end you can see it in the beginning of this game he just has this gut feeling that she's not coming back for him. I'll say it once and I'll say it again, wambus did not cheat on triffany with the cactus. cactriffy was created because of Wambus' unstable emotional attachment to Triffany.

When Triffany doesn't come back for awhile, rather instead of bottling his feelings up and exploding one day on her way random he tries to talk to the cactus about it. Cactriffy is a type of coping mechanism for him to deal with his abandonment he feels like he facing. Wambus is stubborn though, a crucial part to his character yes, but Triffany is too and I believe that is what many people in the fandom forget. He didn't cheat on her, she didn't cheat on him, all that happened was that they were both too set in their ways and hobbies to apologize to one another.

I feel like what people in the fandom also don't consider is that Triffany held her stakes *way* too high for Wambus. She expect so much of him it seemed, and it can probably come from her whole ordeal she has to be like her grandmother and such. They both have expectations they've tailed to live up too, and have different ways of coping with it. Triffany's way however seems to be staying away from humanity, more comfortable with intimate objects. Wambus is too, but he also misses feels like he failed Triffany so much he can't be forgiven, he can't be believed in anymore.

Speaking of not feeling he can be believed him anymore, I feel like this fandom tends to ignore his death voices lines. Wambus DIES thinking he is a failure, the others do not. His death is unique because it points out something about him: He was so set in his beliefs, he didn't realize Triffany loved him. And the truth is? It's because she didn't show it as much as she should. The whole reason why Triffany plans to grow a garden of all his favorite plants and such is because now the failure has shifted to her. She's now realized she's failed him not only as a wife but as a friend too.

With this next part I'm stepping into a bit of theoretical theory, but when watching @doomedpuppetyuri replay bugsnax, it had shown me a few times where Wambus was often mistreated by the cast. Take for the beginning party for example, I am always extremely infuriated by how people make such a joke of it. When Gramble says to Wambus "you don't know a thing about love, that's why your wife left you" it feels like an assumption. Triffany did *NOT* in any way leave Wambus, there a difference between packing up your things and leaving someone behind us. A stubborn personality getting in the way of an apology. They were not divorced in anyway or how, they were simply doing their own thing to handle their lives. Another thing I've noticed is Gramble often brings up Wambus a lot more than Wambus brings up Gramble. People forget that Wambus never starts the arguments, he is easily agitated. He doesn't speak much either. Same thing with the whole idea people have where Wambus threw cromdo out of spite or something. Cromdo, like the man he is but no hate to cromdo I love him probably agitated Wambus in some way that made him do that, and a small detail too is that in the DLC, Floofty has picked on Wambus too once (stating, Wambus doesn't trut Floofty since the 'Noodler Incident')

(And also I just wanna say no hate to any other characters I mention in this I've just noticed this about their relationship with Wambus.)

Wambus' emotions are their own topic themselves, because people often forget he's grumpy all the time, people make him grumpy. He's easily able to change his mood depending on what he's exposed to from other Grumps, and it feels like the some of other Grumps aren't nice to him. But Wambus is also at fault here sightly, because he's not the best at handling criticism and such, his mood can often change. Take the first scene where we meet Wambus for example: due to his stubborn qualities, when Filbo says something (accidentally) it provokes Wambus to be more hostile towards him. However, you can tell he is regretful. He is regretful when he apologizes to Filbo, Gramble, and Triffany.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this has probably been my longest ramble ever on wambus troubleham 💔💔

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(Picks up where Viper left off)

"You know you've got like a whole bucket of cactus paddles down there?"

Jak sauntered back into the throne room from the hidden door and tossed Damas a sealed bag of roasted crickets.

"I should hope it's a full bucket, considering I picked those this morning."

Damas pulled out one of the cooked insects, plucked off the legs, and popped the rest into his mouth.

"You don't eat the legs?"

Jak draped himself over the edge of the throne to snatch a handful of crickets from the bag.

"They get stuck in my teeth," Damas complained, "I save them for my birds."

Daxter snickered. "Even Pecker?"

"If Pecker doesn't like the food, he's free to fly back to Onin," replied the king with an almost mischievous look.

"Oye, you didn't mess with anything in the kitchens, did you? The head cook is...tetchy."

"She's a miserable old cuss and she threw a knife at me," Jak said indignantly.

"She throws knives at everyone. You're lucky it was only a knife."

Around another mouthful of crickets, Jak made an appalled expression. "What else does she throw?!"

Damas grimaced and rubbed his forehead as if remembering an old injury. "Whatever is closest. Pans. Porridge. Whole onions. Cactus paddles with the spines still on."

Daxter started to come closer, but glanced at the dead snake still decorating the dais and thought better of it. "Hey, Jak doesn't need to go to the kitchens to experience that! All he has to do is get distracted while on the Leaper again and he'll have a mouth full of prickly-pear!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Jak protested hotly.

Damas raised a brow. "Oh? I hadn't heard about this one."

Hoping to avoid retelling the story, Jak quickly changed the subject.

"Wait, can you actually eat cactus?" he demanded.

He moved to sit cross-legged directly in front of the throne, and began examining the viper's mouth to get an idea of how to harvest the fangs later. Absentmindedly, he reached a hand back behind him, and was too deep in focus mode to register that this wasn't Daxter or Keira he was non-verbally bumming snacks off of. Nonetheless, Damas made a goodnatured scoff and placed several more crickets in his hand.

"You can eat specific kinds of cactus," Damas clarified. By the emphasis he placed on "specific", it was fairly obvious he was anticipating Jak trying to eat random cacti in town.

"Only the ones with the paddles like you saw, understand?"

"Sure, sure." Jak brushed this off. "But what do you make with them, though?"

Damas inspected the bag of crickets and sealed it back up to ensure that they would have some snacks during the coming meetings. "You use them for just about anything you need a vegetable for, honestly. I tend to grill them with lemon. Some people boil them for salads. Sig's mother is known in the East Quarter for frying it in batter and selling it in little cups."

"Ooh! We still haven't met Sig's ma!" Daxter chirped. He grinned wickedly. "We should ask her about Sig's embarrassing baby stories."

"She has no shortage of them," Damas agreed.

Daxter glanced back at Jak, happily munching crickets, and shuddered.

"On a scale of one to "Jak eats things raw if he can't figure out how to cook them", how hard is it to cook?"

Jak looked insulted. Damas snorted.

"After the afternoon appointments, I'll teach you one of the simpler methods. You won't need much- Jak, don't touch the fangs. We still need the evidence intact."

"I was just looking!" Jak defended.

"With your hands?"

With a gusty sigh, the teenager scooted back to the right of Damas’s seat. He looked a little cross, but it faded soon enough.

"What appointments do you have, anyway?"

Damas stood up to stretch. Precursors knew he wouldn't get a chance in the next few hours.

"Third bell after noon through fifth bell is reserved for Arbitration Court," he said. "Which is why I do not usually call you during those hours. My job as king is to uphold the safety of my people, ensure the continued functioning of the Beacon and the water filtration system, mediate disputes not serious enough for the Arena, and enforce laws agreed upon by myself and my council."

Jak made a face. "That sounds like a lot of being stuck inside."

Dryly, Damas asked, "Why do you think I planted an entire grove of date palms in here? I would have died of boredom years ago if I did not."

He turned to fix both boys with a stern look.

"Out of respect for your fellow Spargans, try not to fidget during Arbitration Court unless you notice something suspicious. After five is a monthly meeting with the northern clifftop farmers to discuss rent payments."

"You rent farmland?"

"They rent from me," corrected Damas. "I didn't clear boulders until my hands bled just to abandon my land when I became king."

Jak blinked. "Fair enough. Man, we should've charged Sandover rent, Dax."

"Pal, they thought we owed them compensation for being allowed to sleep on their porches and eat a bare minimum of their food," Daxter pointed out sourly.

He caught a troubled frown on Damas’s face after the statement.

"Hm. I would like your attention to be on the visitors most during the rent meeting and the council meeting after evening meal. If anyone has a problem with me, specifically, that's likely where they'll turn up."

Jak eyed the snake again. "And if they blow their cover, I get to take 'em out, right?"

"No." Damas narrowed his eyes and pointed at Jak as he sat down again. "I need to determine how far the plot goes. No killing the assassin or accomplices."

"What about after?" Jak pressed.

"I'm the aggrieved party, I'm the one who deals with them," Damas said in mild reproof.

Jak folded his arms. "I dunno, we're feeling pretty aggrieved, right Daxter?"

"Positively outraged," Daxter added, sounding more bored than offended. "More Jak than me, but he's the sensitive type. You know him."

"Yes," Damas said, shaking his head with a small smile, "Yes I do. The answer is still "no", Jak."

Jak huffed and settled more comfortably against the throne. "You never let me do anything fun," he joked.

"I don't, I really don't." Damas reached over to prod the back of Jak's head affectionately.

"I'm a horrible, mean, adult who only lets you risk life and limb four days out of the week instead of every three hours."

"The folks in Haven would think that was the worst kind of tyranny, not being able to make us do all their work for them," Daxter scoffed.

The lift began to rattle, and Damas cleared his throat.

"Well, back to work. Eyes open, my boys. Let us see if we can't catch a would-be assassin. Jak, don't touch the fangs."

"I wasn't!" Jak protested.

Neither of his companions looked convinced.

[lazodiac]

ONCE MORE, we delve into the plane of Thunder Junction, in our attempt to figuring out what each plane each card is from.

Last time we finished all the monocolour cards, and you can find all of those here. I'll also been including a villainy score for Oko's gang, to see how much they count as villains... and in retrospect wish I'd done that for all the legends, since this is a VILLAIN set. Call that a project for another day...

For now though, let us enter into the wild, wild world of...

MULTICOLOUR

We open off with a big one- Akul the Unrepentant! The main antagonist of the story, a PERFECT black-hat western villain- he is fierce and evil and SMART but also you can bait him with the right words and at the end of the day he's just a right bastard with a gun. An honestly pitch-perfect villain for a villain set.

The way his scorpion mandibles make a cowboy hat silhouette, his gun-stinger tail and his fire breathing claws, he is a perfect example of what a Scorpion Dragon is and how strongly it fits the aesthetic of the plane.

But we've been told all the Scorpion Dragons are from Gastal, an obscure plane from Urza's Planeswalker novel, so they're from Gastal. I hope we go there one day and learn what that plane is like beyond its very sparse appearance elsewhere.

Annie Flash! Our first member of Oko's gang to rob Akul! She's Atiin so from the Atiin Plane, and is the only Atiin that shows up in story. We learn from her stories that her people are still out there wandering, while some settled in Thunder Junction.

Among them her nephew, who Akul afflicted with tuberculosis with his stinger (it's some kind of dark curse but given how it is described it's absolutely TB, a fitting disease for the time period). He left to join his people, because staying in bed all day half asleep from medicine is worse than suffering while awake.

At any rate, she's retired to protect the town she's ended up in... and is threatened by Oko into helping take down Akul. On the villainy scale she is a fierce 0/10. I wish she'd just shot Oko in the head.

Annie Joins Up is one of a cycle- all of the major members of Oko's gaing gets little pieces like this. They're clearly part of one singular mural but we haven't been shown it and it makes me sad.

Given the context, I'm counting these cards as Thunder Junction original.

A strange, fascinating card, it's a sherrif's sterling silver star, radiating various creature spirits out of it. Given the form of magic at play I'm gonna say this is from Alara, since it resembles the Nacatl totem magic.

Hellspur Mercenaries holding, unfortunately, YOU at knifepoint. Good luck friend cause I'm out of here.

... okay I'll stay long enough to say it again; Hellspurs threw away all ties to their home planes to become dyed in the wool magma mutants. They're from Thunder Junction now. The predominance of glowing purple and dyed hair could imply these individuals are from Kylem, but I'm sticking to my thunder-guns here.

This is the only real indication that the cactus folk are "new" to the plane, despite having lived here for generations as non-sentient cacti. I don't really like this, but whatever. Native to Thunder Junction.

The Sterling Company's shiny leader, in the vampiric flesh. Given his style he's definitely from New Capenna. He doesn't show up in the story at all, but his presence is felt by the colonizing cops that he employs.

Big ol' Bonny Pall is our distaff counterpart to Paul Bunyan, the American lumberjack of old west mythology. She's even got a massive blue ox to help her out!

She's one of the giants from Eldraine, and if I could remember where I saw blue oxen on that plane I'd tell you to confirm it.

Everyone's favorite goblin-monkey, Breeches! A secondary member of Oko's gang, though in truth his loyalties lie with his captain, Vraska. His main goal in the story is blowing things up- as is his want- and showing us that he has more self control than Gisa does.

As far as villainy goes he's a soft 2/10. Nothing he does is inherently evil, the pirates of Ixalan (his home plane) are categorically the nicest faction present there, and ultimately he's only with Oko to help Vraska betray him.

Bruse Tarl! There's absolutely no reason he should be here in the villain set, but also he's a cattle rancher who is a fan favorite on a plane where ox and cattle are well known an aesthetic so of course he's here from Zendikar, having finally found some beasties that listen to him.

Fun fact; the four visible livestock on the card include Pillarfield Ox, Ox of Agonas, Vigor, and Bartered Cow. These cards won't add to the total, but are here and that's cool.

Also fun fact: according to the card crafting stories, this card was originally Strongarm from Lorwyn/Shadowmoor! Neat!

A cactus with a gun! Native to the plane, and my friend.

Gryff's are the wonderfully unique heron-hippogryffs of Innistrad, so this beautiful bird-beast is from there.

Who????? Who are you???? You have human hands but are otherwise completely just a bear man??? The only plane where ANYTHING like this even remotely exists is fucking Blobavia, in the Un-iverse? Who are you??? Why is there no legend article for this fucking set?!?!?

I have no fucking clue where this guy could be from, but the flavor text leans me towards Arcavios. This is some random bear druid man from Quandrix House.

Eriette, the Beguiler! She's one of the secondary members of Oko's gang, despite being ostensibly the first one recruited (or at least the first recruited on screen, by Jace-as-Ashiok). She is of course from Eldraine, and even has beef with Kellan, the newest member of the gang.

Beef that she puts aside! For the mission! Because her evil plan on Eldraine was "I will treat PTSD from the invasion by offering the chance to go to sleep forever, and will coincidentally get to rule the plane" which is like, not even THAT evil? It's misguided and kinda fucked up but not like, EVIL evil? And despite anger at seeing the DIRECT guy responsible for her defeat, she still buries the hatchet. This is like, a 1/10 on the evil scale.

Also there is the slightest, slightest implication she might have poisoned Oko at the end of the story. If she did she gets a "Nahiri did nothing wrong" modifier.

This delightfully cheery grandma is from Zendikar, and is doing what she does best: climbing stuff! She's a new character as far as I can tell so we know nothing about her otherwise, but she's survived the Eldrazi and the Phyrexians and is still smiling so she's okay in my book.

Notably, she does get some fun flavor text on other cards.

The flavor text feels at odds with the vibe of what formring a posse would be- normally this sort of gearing up of the locals would be to fight AGAINST the Sterlings coming in and taking the entire plane, but I digress.

The specific sort of decorations of the town and the people involved feel Atiin to me, but I think I've gotta give this to Thunder Junction proper.

Ghired is a fascinating character to me, because he's shown up before and despite doing so still has no real character and has not contributed to any of the stories he's in. Which is a shame because he's one of the best concepts they've ever come up with, from the best plane they've ever made; he's someone on Ravnica who left one Guild to join another!

This Selesnyan shaman turned to the Gruul Clans after witnessing Illharg, the biggest of the big pigs, rise from the primal earth of the plane! Despite joining the Gruul he still has a Selesnyan connection to wildlife, and on a fully untamed plane like Thunder Junction he is THRIVING. It's so cool! He should do stuff!

It's time for a controversial legendary! It's the Gitrog monster, freshly done being Thalia's steed during the Phyrexian Invasion. He's bullfrogged his way tot Thunder Junction, and now people want to turn this one cult inspiring hypnotoad into just another wild and wacky horse to ride.

I get it. I get why people find this to be a discrediting of the Gitrog from fearsome monster to funny creature, but it honestly works? Innistrad is a plane of horrors, and what happens to horror media when it recurs? It reduces, with each iteration. The best horror film franchises start and end at one, maybe two if you're lucky, and it only takes a complete and total revitalization and reimagining to fix it.

For now, Gitrog is a funny horse, but maybe one day he'll be the monster you remember from your nightmares.

A scam artist and swindler from Innistrad, Old Honest Rutstein is a surprising pull for the plane... and yet works perfectly, as snake-oil salesmen fit the old west aesthetic perfectly. Has many a fun flavor text in the set, and notably is NOT a hellspur. He's just got some fun glowy corn husks to play with.

Was the first card from the set teased as preview art before this story arc began.

The name is a reference to Misinformation Campaign, one of the best cards from Guilds of Ravnica, but mechanically it really is more like Dovin Baan's stupid planning and plotting card.

With that in mind, and given the... strange art, I'm saying this is from Ravnica.

Jem Lightfoote, with an e, is one of the Atiin, as her flavor text implies. This is all we know about her, other than her being delightful and probably fun at parties.

Jolene Jolene, please don't go punching my man into space. This... hilarious card showcases New Capenna's premiere boxing tough knocking a guy directly out of his boots, while her horrifically photo-realistic snorse niss's menacingly behind her.

Fun fact: her magical gauntlets, which she still has and you can tell because you can see them around her fists, lets her literally punch money out of people! Every hit knocks some gold out of them, made from their blood and life.

This is directly referencing a magical item from some actual play DND podcast that I'm blanking on the name of. Maybe The Adventure Zone?

Kambal, once the Consul of Allocation of Ghirapur, in Kaladesh, was ousted from his position following the revolution, replaced with Pia, Chanra's mother. Despite losing all of his actual political power, his underworld connections didn't consume him for failure, and he survived past the Phyrexian Invasion to go on to becoming the corrupt mayor of Prosperity.

The art of him makes it look like he, as the kids these day say, is "serving cunt" and I kinda adore it.

Kellan's join up card. Thunder Junction.

And here is Kellan proper! The erstwhile hero of the "omenpath" saga of magic story, this is the first time since Eldraine that he's actually mattered in any real capacity! Here, he finally manifests the last of his birthright, the fae magics of Oko's plane, but in his heart he's still the little shepherd boy from Eldraine.

Kellan's story honestly concludes so well that I'll forgive the somewhat lackluster middle portion. He's a sweet and innocent and perfect soul. 0/10 villainy score.

Kraum is Ludevic's Opus, his perfect creation, the pinnacle of his mad stitching science. He's like two dudes connected together who can fly through electromagnetic powers. Mad scientists are silly.

I adore that Ludevic cares this much about his apprentice though. Kraum never shows up in story, which is probably for the best, but it's really funny to imagine every scene Geralf is in just has a two headed lightning crackling Frankenstein just, off in the distance watching him.

Jaspar Flint is, apparently, a Hellspur, which I can kinda see from the mutations on his hands and chest, so I suppose he's from Thunder Junction. But also there's no Viashino out there that look like desert lizards, so I do wonder where he's from... my best guess is actually Gastal, for some reason.

Lazav, successfully convincing everyone on Ravnica of his death in defense of the plane, has decided to go solo mode. So much for him and Tezzeret's plane to take over Ravnica- not that that'd ever come to fruit given it's from a book everyone hates.

I really love the art for this card.

Lilah is the leader of the Slickshots, and notably while she doesn't show up in the story proper, the secret to her and her gangs success does; a magical tincture only she can make, that empowers her and her allies with a little extra oomph to their magic.

The best way to identify a Slickshot is through their magic, and thte specific green magic she's launching out of a strange, heart-shaped bottle, suggests to me that she's actually a witch from Eldraine.

The flavor text, plus the make and model of the thunder-gun on our would-be gunfighter's side, suggests this is Atiin to me.

And that's a total of thirty! So lets take a quick break and go to part 2 momentarily!

[mentallyillfromdd]

trick or treat!

TRICK!

The Sun stared down at his bloodied hands. The man below him still let out shallow breaths, but he was too tired to even fight back against the Sun. He threw punch after punch at the gray cowboy below him. Blood and gore splattered over the two. The Sun frowned, he didn’t know if he should be happy that the dark red liquid covered the disheveled face the Sun had disfigured. Spirits raved their screams around the two. They were getting the blood they craved.

If the Sun listened closely he could make out specific voices and place names to them. The Red King and his hand, a timekeeper and his friends, the Stars and the caged canary he called his husband, a lone wolf who got driven mad when his house went up in flames. There were twelve voices in total. The Sun thought of them not as distant acquaintances now. He wouldn’t be able to think of them as more without fully breaking, he thought.

While the Sun was small in stature he carried a lot of weight, mostly in his heavy satchel- although that sat just outside the ring of cactus he was currently sitting in- and in his giant multi-colored parrot wings. His bones were hollow, but his giant wings held a good amount of weight. He continued to throw punches at the gray man below him. The gray man who was once his friend- a sister star the Sun split from. Maybe once a brother and ally, but now was nothing more than a corpse the Sun sat over. Maybe the body below the Sun was Proxima Centauri, maybe he was a planet like Mars—no, Mars was someone else. Maybe he was Mercury. Maybe something bigger. It really didn’t matter what he was.

He was dead.

Beaten to death by the Sun. The Sun punched his stupid face that he had been stuck with for weeks. The Sun thought he would be happy when he would finally get to leave the body below him. Not like this, he sobbed over the man. Maybe he screamed. Maybe he screamed curses in his mind. Maybe he only let out hiccups of weeps with his shaking breaths. He wasn't fully aware of himself until he shot up from his frantic crying and wiped his tears as the spirits whispered in his ears.

One more to go. They said in unison, One more life to take he filled in the blank.

The Sun had taken eight lives in the past week. While only two were permanent deaths, he still had six different people's blood on his hands—twice the amount of blood for the body under him and the fallen angel who cared for all. He honestly couldn't remember who he was now. Who he was before he turned red before he accidentally led a creeper to kill—Who he was before he forced himself into this game. Everything from before blurred in his mind. A lot of nothing. The same nothing he found when he let himself fall off the nearby cliff (Formally called Pride Rock. He remembered it being called that) and landed on the sandstone below. The same nothing that he found in the void. The void, he guessed, that showed the after. After one died. He sent two people here to this lonely solitary confinement. Maybe he should be glad he sent them here. The sooner they didn't have to deal with everything the Sun hated himself for doing. His hands were dirty and he would never be able to properly wash them.

The Sun opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He was tired, like he just slept for months straight. The Stars stare. Not at the Sun, not at anyone. The Stars stares forward and takes off, just like everyone else when it is time. The Sun kills the most he ever had that time. Take the pain away from others. The Stars is the last standing and the Sun strikes him down.

The Sun opened his eyes. Had he really closed them again? The Moon cries. She screams at the Stars, at the hand, at a zombie with red curly hair. She cries for her late dog with a red collar. She cries for her soulmate that left her. She cries for the sake of crying. The Moon watches as the Stars sacrifices himself for her. Killing them both. It’s counter-productive. Maybe the Moon will forgive him.

The Sun opened his eyes. Closing them seemed to be a pattern. Mars pulls at the ocean’s tides. He’s mad. He smirks, a hand without a head, a hand without his king. Mars is crazed. Mars is manic. He betrays the Stars and a demon, running back to the shores he called home where he runs out of time. The ocean pulls at him while the sand trickles down an hourglass.

The Sun opens his eyes. The pattern repeats. He’s tired. A statue looms above him with secrets that are whispered in his ears. It has a mask with a familiar symbol on it. The Sun closes his eyes. The mask is still burned into his mind. He knows. He can’t escape. He tried before and it worked out so well. So, so, well that, now, he’s stuck in this pattern of death and destruction. He opens them again. The Sun is stuck.

He can only hope to spare his friends from the pain he went through the first time around. He can only hope to kill them before they have to go through the pain of beating their closest friend to death in a ring of cacti in the burning hot sun.

[minecraftbookshelf]

Life Series Scarring Headcanons: Part 2

All the disclaimers and explanations are on Part 1, so if you haven't seen that one yet, I recommend hopping over there real quick.

Some of these do get a bit...graphic? Specific? Something along those lines. I kind of split the middle ground between Video Game and more realistic injuries. (Did I spend way to long thinking about specifics of murder and death for this? I plead the fifth.)

This one is Grian, ImpulseSV, InTheLittleWood, and LDShadowLady

Lessgo!

Grian

Third Life: In my mind's eye Grian has always turned to look at the sky after his leap from the cactus ring, so the death blow was to the back of his head.

Last Life: Scott killed him when the late-game reds banded together to hunt down Grian and Joel. The other members of the alliance dealt damage, but Scott got the final hit in. Grian was fleeing at the time, so the scar is on his back, above his wings.

Double Life: Because sonic booms don't leave external evidence so much as they remove your insides from anything vaguely approaching a solid state, there isn't a scar as such from this death. There is a mark though, mid-mass. (it is not concentric circles, that's just what I put on the diagram to mark the location)

Limited Life: Fall damage again, based off the "camera angle" the general vibe I got was that Grian could have tried to catch himself on his hands as he fell. From that height, it was futile and there are faint marks on his wrists where the bone poked through as well as the actual death blow to the side of his forehead. Bird Man needs to stop falling off things fr.

Impulse

Third Life: Bdubs shot him after Scar gave him a clock in the most infamous backstabbing in the series to date. Usually when Bdubs shot someone I place the mark a bit lower, but they were on a bit of a hill at the time.

Last Life: In what was something of the fashion on the Last Life server, Scott shot him. He was trying to flee when he was shot, so I placed the mark at the base of his skull. (If only they were able to wear helmets)

Double Life: Pearl killed Bdubs with a blow to the front, so Impulse has a fainter scar from that death.

Limited Life: In the new contender for most infamous backstabbing in the series (poor Impulse has some rotten luck here) Martyn pretended to go along with the "disarm and fight it out" plan only to turn on them and seize the victory. Impulse wasn't wearing his armor, so the final blow was a sword through his torso that severed his spine.

Martyn

Third Life: Martyn died in the Battle of Dogwarts, to an arrow from Scar. Due to how helter skelter the melee was, I opted to have it be an off-center shot that tore the side of his neck, so it is not a clean mark. (It mirrors Ren's on the opposite side)

Last Life: He was blown up by his own end crystal, (probably triggered by a potion Scott threw) which was placed level with the top half of his body and he was literally right next to it facing it. He didn't even have time to try and shield himself with his arms.

Double Life: He died when Cleo took fall damage while fleeing from Pearl and her dogs. This is one where I took some creative liberties and opted to have the fall damage interpret as a tree branch that Cleo landed on with the full force of their own body weight, impaling herself by accident.

Limited Life: Whether going with his time ran out or Grian smote him, either way it is a death by lightning and the scars are lichtenberg figures down his chest and arm and a little bit his back. The smitey-lightning always goes for the heart, so he and Scott match now. (it also leaves a mark on the sole of the foot when it exits the body and enters the ground, but that doesn't show on the diagram.)

Lizzie

She has only perma-died in one season, even though she has technically been in two. In Last Life she ultimately died to fall damage while trying to fight back and escape from BDubs when he betrayed the other reds. Her scar is hidden by her hair.

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Part 1

Part 3

[tigers-eyes-26]

Destiny

Before his nonna died she gave everyone in the family advice. Some of it was good some of it sounded like the crazy ramblings of an old ill woman.  The advice his nonna gave to Luigi was “Marry a girl whose name starts with D.” He was a little disappointed but brushed it off as the illness getting to her head. He wrote the “advice” in his journal and didn’t think about it. That was until he became interested in girls.

None took notice of him until after he grew his mustache in the last years of high school. Luigi dated Destiny Del Vecchio in high school. It was his first date, first girlfriend. He remembered what his nonna said and thought they were destined to be. Literally Destiny.

They broke up before she headed off to college in another state. He was going to the local trade school. She told him maybe they would be able to meet up after collage. “You never know what could happen.” They moved on with their lives, but sometimes he would have dreams that they would be married and live in some apartment somewhere.

After the whole magic world debacle. She did call him. She saw the newspapers and her parents told her about the crazy day that a lava filled monolith broke through the road with a fire breathing dragon turtle. The date was ok, but they didn’t click. They shook hands and bid each other goodbye. He stopped having dreams about her after that.

Luigi saw the relationship between the Princess and his brother blossom. He was so happy for them. It was cute seeing them become flustered. He always knew princesses would like Mario. Every Sunday they would have family dinner in Brooklyn. Their family would tease Mario about the Princess. Luigi would look at his uncle Arthur and his wife Marie and their kid. He kinda wanted that for himself. Eventually.

During the week he looked around him. They worked and lived among toads. He loved the toads but if he was going to eventually find a wife, he would have to spend some of his time elsewhere. He told Mario he would be spending his Saturdays back in Brooklyn. He asked his family to find some nice girls he could go on dates with. They happily did. He went on dates every Saturday. He clicked with none of them. His life was just too different for them to accept. He was happy with his life and living in the Mushroom Kingdom. After a year of failed dates, He decided he would put a pin in dating for a while. He went back to only going to Brooklyn on Sundays.

Luigi continued on with his life. He didn’t need to rush things; he didn’t need to force things. One day Princess Peach called him, Toad, and Mario to go investigate the desert. The Kongs wanted to build a racetrack there, but Peach wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be messing up a tribe or ecosystem that lived there. She also wanted them to investigate if there was anything from the earth that showed up in the desert and assess if it was safe.

****

They surprisingly met up with DK while in the desert. “The princess didn’t trust the Kongs to do their own research before they built a track?” The gorilla started. Mario and Toad wouldn’t stand for anyone to bad mouth the princess. Luigi backed away from the impending fight. Only to be poked in the back. He turned to see something tall in an orange hooded poncho and a shy guy mask, pointing a spear at him. Luigi yelped, alerting the others that something was wrong. Suddenly cactus-like balls burst from the sand creating a cage around the group.

“Why are you here?” The tall shy guy demanded. It sounded like a girl. Luigi looked down out of nervous habit. Out of the bottom of the poncho were some long human-like legs. Mario opened his mouth to answer but DK got to it first. “It’s none of your business!”

 Mario glared at DK. “Don’t say that!”

“WHY NOT! IT isn’t.”

“It clearly is!”

“How do we know?”

“CHE!” Mario threw his arms up in the air. Another argument started between the two, Toad jumped in to defend his best friend.

The figure ignored the squabble and poked Luigi again. “Answer!” she demanded.

He put his arms up in surrender. “W-we were seeing if we could build a kart racetrack here.”

“You can’t. Now go home.” She lifted her spear.

“Wait! W-we need to tell our higher ups why?”

“Because I said so!”

“W-well who are you?”

She huffed, “I’m Daisy, I protect this neutral land from either side of your stupid war.”

“There isn’t any war anymore. Bowser has been defeated.”

The masked lady looked at the still flaming argument. “Are the Kongs and the Mushroom Kingdom going to war over this land?”

“Oh, heheh No we are on good terms, it’s just those two” He pointed to his brother and DK, “have some kind of rivalry going on. And Toad just…” he flipped his hands around trying to find the right word “...likes to jump in whenever he can.”

“They are annoying.” She stated.

“Yeah well, family can’t live with them can’t live without them.” She gave a snort. Did he really make her just laugh? He continued to talk. “So…you some kind of shy guy?”

“No.” her defenses raised back up.

“I haven’t seen anything like you before. Me and my brother here, are kinda new to this world.”

“….”

He rubbed the back of his head at the silence. “…Well, I guess I have to break up their fight before they start throwing punches. Hehe…” He turned around. A whistle rang out; the Pokeys dug themselves back into the ground. The yelling from Mario and DK stopped. Mario smiled at his brother, “What didja do Lu?”

He shrugged, “Just talked I guess.”

The Kongs begrudgingly accepted it was neutral ground and stopped their construction plan. Luigi and Mario told Peach that they may have encountered another female human in the desert. This excited Peach. She suggested that they all go to try to meet her again.

*****

They did meet her again. “Go away!” Daisy pointed her spear at them. “I told you we don’t want to be on anyone’s side!”

Peach stood up taller. “Who is we?”

“Like that gorilla said, ‘None of your Business.’” She turned to leave. “Now never come back!”

“Wait! Are you human?” Daisy paused her retreat; Peach continued. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I have never seen a shy guy with such long limbs.”

She gave a sign and lifted the mask. A tawny freckled face framed by auburn hair was drawn in a scowl. “You’re right I’m human, what do you want a prize?” She sniped out and turned again to walk away.

“Don’t go!” Peach reached out. “I need your help!”

Daisy swiveled around. “With What!? You’re a princess with a kingdom, why do you need my help!?”

“I need to know about people like me… were you born here?”

“Might as well be.” Her tone clipped.

 “Are… are there more of us?”

“No…” She quietly replied.

“D-did there use to be?” This time Luigi spoke up. He was sensing the sadness radiating off the woman.

She slid the mask back on and jumped up on a rock and ran away.

That night the group of adventurers ate around the fire. Luigi had cooked, he would have liked a full kitchen, but he had been learning from Toad how to cook over a campfire with little supplies. They were all surprised when Daisy stepped into the fire light. She sat down and curled her knees up to her face. The three friends exchanged looks. Luigi offered her some food.

She took it. The food smelled delicious even from miles away. She took a small bite. It was delicious!  She quickly finished what was on the plate. “Where did you learn to cook!”

Luigi smiled brightly, “from my Mama!”

Her eyebrows flattened at the revelation. “You have a mom?”

“Yeah! Don’t you?” Luigi slapped a hand over his mouth. What an insensitive question! “I-I’m S-soorry” he stammered out.

She waved away his apology. “No, this is why I came. I’m ready to talk about what happened. I figured that once I’m done sharing you can go away and stop bothering me.” She took a deep breath.

Daisy’s mom hadn’t survived giving birth to her. Her dad couldn’t take care of her alone. He was on his way to give her to nuns to raise. He took a shortcut through a construction site at night and ended up falling into a hole. While trying to find his way out he found a green pipe, he sat down on the edge and ended up in a shy guy tribe in the great desert. The tribe took in anyone who didn’t want to be forced into Bowsers army. Her father got sick, and no one knew how to help him. He died when she was 16.  

She finished her story and stared at the fire. Peach got up and sat next to her. She placed a hand on Daisy’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Daisy just nodded. She took slow breaths trying not to cry around strangers. Luigi got up and sat on the other side of Daisy. He gave her a hug; she was surprised but didn’t shove him away.

*******

They had set up a correspondence between Daisy and Peach. They would talk to each other, Peach would visit her, they would challenge each other in many feats, and eventually Daisy would come to visit Peach. Luigi would make sure he was around when Daisy visited.

He got the courage, from the many pep-talks from Mario, to ask her if he could start writing her letters. She agreed. They wrote, talked, they would go on kart rides, compete with each other, and sometimes just go on walks together. Luigi found himself falling for her. She was loud, active, tough and spunky. He loved the energy she brought to his life. Like his brother she encouraged him to be all that he could be.

She wasn’t weirded out by the duo world living. She missed her family, so she encouraged him to visit them often and appreciate them. When Daisy did come over for Sunday dinners she could be as boisterous as the rest of his family. The brother’s uncles were impressed by her.

He tried to help her find her family on Earth. He looked through newspapers and missing persons reports. He even submitted her DNA to try to find any close relatives. It turned out her grandparents were dead, and she had an uncle and aunt who died in 9/11. Daisy just shrugged “I was never really apart of this world. I don’t even know how I would react if I could meet my family from earth…” They decided to stop looking for her relatives.

One Sunday Luigi was feeling nostalgic. He got out old photos and journals to show to Daisy. As he was reading over some of his old journal entries to see what he could share, he found what he had written just after his nonna died. “Marry a girl whose name starts with D.” He smiled. Maybe he would after all.

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Author Note: After I broke up with my high school boyfriend I would have dreams about him all the time! One day during winter break when I was visiting my home town we went on one final date together and that was just what my brain needed to stop dreaming of him. Then I went back to university and meet my now husband.

I'm making fanfiction of the small throw away lines in the Mario move that made me think.

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[nifolution]

I Quit 4

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, non-consensual touching, mild harassment, unwanted “advice”

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Chapter 4

The asshole kept showing up without warning. Sometimes under the pretense of spending time with Harlan. Other times he'd blow in like a storm, mess with her and leave just as quickly. Seemingly making it his mission to make her job as hard as possible, living to torment her.

Y/N felt she was constantly under his wicked gaze. He annoyed her beyond measure, but there were strange feelings underneath it that she refused to explore. Pushing them down every time he touched her. When his fingers would caress her arms, tickle her sides, play with her hair. His warm palms resting on her back, brushing against her thighs, massaging her shoulders. His hands always found their way to her body.

Honeyed promises flowed out of his mouth, trying to entice her. How he knew people, could introduce her and get her into places she'd never have the chance to without him. Jumpstart her career, make her a hot commodity.

Ransom would offer to buy her things; cars, clothing, jewelry. Take her shopping at the most luxurious and sought after shops and boutiques. Book a trip for two on a private plane to Bora Bora, Fiji, or St. John's. Painting pictures of sunshine, secluded beaches, yachting, bikinis, massages, and drinking champagne in a hot tub as they'd watch the sunset over the ocean.

When Y/N would rebuff his advances, he would become petulant. Doing petty things such as stealing from the kitchen or insulting the food in front of his grandfather. The cycle kept repeating. Ransom's words would go from soft and sensual to explicit to threatening. Every rejection and returned threat only seemed to encourage him. He would not be deterred.

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Another Sunday, another awful family dinner. Tonight's atmosphere was already full of tension. Ransom's smug presence causing all hackles up and on high alert. Y/N wondered if so much rottenness in the air may spoil the food. It certainly made her lose her own appetite.

As Y/N brought out the main course, the group were in the middle of bragging about where they each were spending the holidays. Trying to outdo the other with the fun and lavish time they would be having.

Fran helped place the plates in front of them. It could have been actual ghosts serving them for all they noticed. Not even aware of the food under their noses until Y/N began speaking.

“Tonight we have prime rib with garlic and herb butter. Potato cream with caramelized leeks and brown butter brussel sprouts. And for our vegan guests, I prepared grilled cauliflower steaks with cilantro crema. Sweet potato wedges and rosemary seasoned roasted brussel sprouts. Please enjoy.”

Ransom looked up at Y/N through his long eyelashes. “This isn't cooked,” he complained, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N explained the prime rib was cooked appropriately to bring out the best flavor and tenderness. When he continued to poke at it with his fork, she offered to throw it back in for him. He smiled and handed over his plate, remarking that a real chef would know what they were doing.

Walking back into the kitchen, she reminded herself that murder was wrong. Quickly heating up the piece of meat, she threw it back on the plate, resisting the urge to spit on it.

Ransom accepted his returned meal with a grin. He held up a finger for her to wait as he cut out a chunk and took a bite. “Wow, this is dry as hell. And the gravy is burnt. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.

Y/N gave her apologies with a smile. Asking him if he would prefer the alternate meal that his aunt and cousin had because there were extras. He made a face but didn't make further demands.

Linda called to her before she could escape. “Y/N, dear. As I'm sure you are aware, we are all family here, including the staff.” Her lips pressed in a firm line, corners barely upturned, making heavy eye contact with Y/N. “And as a family, I'm sure you can agree we should be able to be honest with one another. It pains me to say this, but facial piercings are trashy and you should really consider removing that garbage from your pretty face.”

Y/N stood there, speechless at the gall of this woman.

“I couldn’t disagree more. It’s a sign of her independence and individuality. How dare you try to oppress her.” Joni reached for Y/N’s hand, which luckily was out of her reach.

Eyes momentarily narrowed at her sister-in-law, Linda sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Well if she wants to look like whore, then I can't help her.”

Not to be outdone, Ransom pulled the attention back to himself. Noisily making a mess of his potatoes, letting them fall off his spoon and splatter around like it was the worst thing he's ever seen. “This is disgusting, flavorless baby food.”

Meg scoffed, “You’re being an asshole.”

“Shut up, teen bop and eat your tofu.”

The arguing continued as Y/N slipped away to the shelter of the kitchen. Fran was waiting for her, having heard everything. “It's amazing how they phrase straight up insults as being helpful, isn't it? I felt so valued as a family member when she told me last week that a show she watches has a monkey butler and I should watch it and take notes.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, “These people.”

“Just wait. You haven’t seen half of what they are capable of yet.”

The pair carried out dessert; burgundy pears with whipped lemon cream cheese. The family seemed delighted, save for one scowling face.

Ransom speared the fruit with his fork, picking it up and twirling it. “What is this gooey blob? It looks like a tumor?”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg snorted, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the noise. 

Joni caught Y/N’s arm as she walked by. Holding her in place as she gave hair and makeup tips. Explaining to her like a child, about how she should dress and carry herself. “I’d be willing to sell you my last season's fashions at a small discount, but we’d have to let them out of course.” Her head was thrown back with the force of her laugh.

“Bah,” Richard jeered. His flushed face reflected the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Nobody wants your hippy-dippy fashions.” His unfocused eyes moved to Y/N. “Don’t you change a thing. Your body was made for the male gaze. More to grab on to. Show it off however you want. Or leave more to the imagination. However you are feeling, darling is A-OK.” He winked at her, then stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. Jiggling the money clip in his right hand to make sure it was seen.

This guy is literally waving his money around. Ew. Just ew ew ew.

Walt started shouting at Richard about hitting on the help. Citing his sisters honor and respect. Things he most likely had no idea the meaning of.

Only then did Harlan put a stop to the fighting. Not allowing illspeak of his daughter.

Y/N couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

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After she assumed the Thrombey horde filed out. Y/N turned on her playlist and began washing the large pile of dishes. Her breath hitched as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. 

He smelled her hair, then whispered in ear, “I can't stop thinking about how your lips would feel against mine.” Ransom chuckled at her attempt to shrug him off. “Come on, Killer, you're too pretty to be working this hard. Let me take you out, get a few drinks in ya to loosen up.” 

“Hard pass.”

Ransom rubbed circles on her stomach. “I get it, you think you're too beneath me to date, well don’t worry about that. I see people below my status all the time. How can I deny them when they come so willingly, and often. You’ll find, I’m always up for a good time.”

Y/N growled. “I just want to do my job and go home. Not be hassled by some arrogant playboy. I want no part of whatever validation you get from this cat and mouse game. Now get your paws off of me.”

He felt her stiffen as his hands began to move up her torso. “So tense. Come on, you need some serious stress relief, especially after dealing with my piece of shit family. Let me help you.”

Trapped in his arms, she did her best to ignore the tingling his skilled hands caused as he felt her up. Not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Willing her breath to remain calm and her heart to stop beating so fast.

“Your nipples are so hard, what’s that about then?” Ransom took the half cleaned plate out of her hand, “Just admit you want me.” He licked her ear, smiling at the quiet squeak she made. He knew he could make this little mouse scream. “This body is begging me for attention.” Placing a kiss to her neck, assured in his success, he continued, “Just give in. I promise I'll make you feel so good.”

After a deep exhale, Y/N got her wits about her. “I wouldn’t want to risk catching the mountain of STDs you’re carrying.” He pulled away at her words, so she turned to face him. Looking him up and down with disdain. “You're not as hot as you think you are. Fifteen years ago maybe, but at your age the cocky fuckboy act isn’t cute, it's pathetic.”

He snarled and threw the dish in the sink, breaking it. Once his retreating figure was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

Murder wasn’t looking so bad.

Chapter 5

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Five ~ My Girl

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Four ~ Sara Lee's

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

You know that phrase – walking on cloud nine? 

That’s Jake.  

He has no idea how he got to work.  

He has no idea how he got dressed.  

He only has one thing on his mind.  

Sam.  

His princess.  

Not the nickname he meant to have for her, but it works because she is just too precious and beautiful.  He wanted to be her knight in shiny armor, the one to slay the dragon.  With perfect timing, My Girl by the Temptations hits his headphones and Jake smiles as he hums to himself.  He gets to his floor, doing a little dance before he sees something that bothers him. He pulled off one of his headphones. 

“Mr. Fitzgerald, Mr. Anderson is not here yet so I will need to ask you to leave.”  

Jake could hear the frustration mixed with fear laced in Sam’s voice. He stepped close but out of the line of sight.  He knew Sam was strong but if she needed back up, he would step in.  

“Miss Matthews, don’t you want me to be close to you?” John cooed at her.  

“I’d rather sit on a cactus,” she replied.  “Now, please leave.”  

“I think you are making a rather foolish mistake, Samantha.”  John took a step forward.  

“And I think you are asking for a sexual harassment lawsuit,” she threw back at him.  

That was enough for Jake.  He stepped forward, “Hey Sam!”  

Sam sighed in relief.  “Hi JJ.” She moved to give Jake a kiss and a hug, missing the absolute rage face John gave the couple.  “You sleep well?” 

“Like a log. Nothing but good dreams,” he flashed her his signature half smile that positively would bring her to her knees.  

“Same.  Coffee later?” 

“Actually, since we are still early, would you like to nip down to Starbucks. My treat?” 

“I’d love to. Let me grab my bag.”  She turned back to her desk and gasped. “I left it in the break room.  I’ll be right back.”  She left her office, leaving the two men.  

“What do you think you are doing, Jensen?”  

“Taking my girl for coffee, Fitzgerald.” Jake got up in his face, still an inch or two taller than the man.  “You harass her again and I will pummel your ass.”  

Fitzgerald smirked. “You have no idea who you are dealing with, do you?” 

Jake knew he had to make the man think he was underestimating him.  He knew exactly who he was dealing with.  Ex-special forces for M-I 6, currently a for-hire mercenary, trained in multiple styles of martial arts, expert marksman.  But he needed John to keep his guard down on unassuming nerdy tech Jake Jensen.  

“Yeah, some punk accountant who won’t leave a lady alone after she asked nicely.  I know a great attorney.  Leave her alone.” Jake spun around and went to find Sam.  

John gritted his teeth as he watched the IT nerd walk away.  Jake Jensen was messing with the wrong man and the wrong cause.  

Sam walked out of the break room and found a gorgeous man waiting for her.  “Well, isn’t my knight in t-shirt armor.”  

“At your service, milady,” he replied with a bow. She giggled as he offered his arm, and she threaded her own through.  “So, I never asked, are you a straight coffee drinker or do you like specialty?”  

“Depends on the day.  If it's bad, I want all the sugar.  If it’s normal I’m ok with anything.”  

“So, if I make you mad, I need to bring you the sweetest coffee to butter you up.  Got it.  Filed that in my Sam folder.”  

That made Sam laughs out loud.  “Your Sam folder?” 

“Everything I've ever learned about you. All filed away for all scenarios.” He tapped his temple. “ For example, last night, I brought you a gin martini and a vodka one, but you only really drank the gin one.  Noted and filed.  You rearrange your burger plate before eating.  Now I know you like organization.”  

Sam looked at him with a blank face.  

Jake swallowed and patted the back of his neck.  “Sorry, I guess it’s the Ex-military in me.  I was trained to observe and retain.”  

Sam pulled him close to her and she got up on her tip toes.  “I think its super sweet,” she mumbled against his lips before pressing them to hers. Jake wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her closer and deepen the kiss slightly.  He pulled back to breathe, and they both had goofy smiles.  

The rest of the day flew, with Sam and Jake softly flirting through the instant messages.  A permanent smile was etched on Sam’s face and Mike took notice.  

“Who is he?” 

Sam jumped as Mike laughed at her reaction.  “What?” 

“Who is making the old Samantha reappear.” He took a sip of his afternoon coffee as he studied the flush of her cheeks.  

“Umm, just a guy,” she replied, feeling her ears getting warm.  

“Right.  About six feet, blond hair, glasses, new manager of our security tech team?” 

“What?” She squeaked.  

“Sam, sweetheart, its ok.  If Jake makes you happy then I’m all for it.  It's been a couple of years since Terry.  You deserve this.”  

“Thanks Mike.  We had our first date last night and hopefully have one tonight.”  

“Well, good luck.”  

The end of the day came, and Jake made his way over to Sam as close shop for the weekend.  “Ready to go princess?” 

“Sure JJ.”  She smiled at him and took his hand.  He led them out.  

“I was thinking, dinner and the carnival the next town over. What do ya say?” 

“I love the carnival.  You gonna win me a bear, JJ?” 

He kissed the side of her head as he put his arm around her.  “I’ll win you the biggest bear ever princess.”  

Jake drove Sam out to an Italian restaurant, treating her to one of the best lasagna she had ever had. The conversation flowed, Sam laughing at the stories Jake would share, Jake at full attention whenever Sam would tell a little more about herself.  

As the evening drew to a close, Jake walked Sam to her door, her newly won bear in her arms.  “I had an amazing night with you JJ.”  

“It was pretty good princess. Do you like your bear?” 

She looked down at the electric pink bear that had sparkles in its fur.  “I love it. Thank you for winning it for me.”  She looked up at him, her doe eyes making him feel like he was lost in the universe.  

He swallowed.  “It was my pleasure, princess.”  He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She melted against him as she moaned, and he deepened the kiss. He pulled back, just a bit to breathe, their lips still touching.  

“You wanna come in JJ?” She whispered against him.  

“Yeah,” he kissed her again, softly, before he let her go enough for her to turn and open the door.  Once they made it inside, Jake grasped her under her thighs to lift her up, Sam giggling as she held on around his neck, kissing right behind his ear.  

Jake growled at the sensation as he sat on her couch, forcing her to straddle his lap. His hands loved to her ass, kneading and squeezing, causing little moans to slip out of her mouth.  His mouth was busy, kissing around her neck. “JJ, god, please Jake.”  

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Jake nipped at her collarbone. 

Sam lost her words but pushed her hips down onto his growing erection, causing him to groan at the pressure. She kissed him harder as she began to move back and forth.  

“So, my princess is a bad girl.” Jake pulled her back so she could look into his eyes.  “Good.  Because I want you to beg me. Where is your room?” 

“It's...uh... shit... down the hall. Last door.”  She squealed as Jake lifted her up, showing off how strong his arms were and carried her to her bedroom.  He laid her down on the bed and pulled off her shoes as she stared at him with her pupils blown.  

“I’m going to wreck you, pretty girl.”  She moaned softly as her hips floated up uncontrollably.  “You like that, Samantha?  She nodded as he crawled up to undo the button of her pants.  

“Jakey, please,” she wailed.  

“Oh, baby, I bet you taste good.” He placed his nose at the apex of her thighs and inhaled, smelling the arousal in her panties.  He placed a kiss over her clothed heat, and she jumped.  Jake smiled and moved upward, kissing her skin, gripping the hem of her blouse.  He pulled it up with him and placed kisses over the swell of her perky breasts. She tasted sweet to him, like forbidden fruit.  

Jake gave her a soft but deep kiss as he let his finger run over the silk of her panties, feeling the moisture that was now seeping through. He began to kiss down, dipping his tongue in her navel.  As he moved, he pulled her panties down to reveal herself to him. “Goddamm baby, you look delicious.”  He let his tongue explore her folds.  He listened to her mewl, “more,” and he smiled. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, smiled at her before sitting up, basically letting Sam dangle off his body.  

“JJ?” She questioned with a tremble in her voice.  

“Oh princess, I want you to feel everything.”  He latched onto her clit and began sucking and nibbling, getting Sam to start screaming.  He let a finger play with her folds before inserting his middle finger in. Sam could feel his rather thick finger penetrate her and she knew he was going to be big.  And then she realized he was still fully clothed while she was still in her bra. The roughness of his shirt against her ass just heightened her delight of his roughness.  

Jake couldn’t remember the last time a pussy tasted so good.  He was lost in her taste as he ate her like a man starved.  He could feel her clenching his finger as he moved, working to find that spot in her that would driver her crazy.  It took a couple of minutes but soon she started to squirm away from it.  “A-ha! I found it,” Jake crowed.  He worked her hard and then he heard... 

“Jake! I’m gonna cum! Oh god!” 

“Let go princess! Give me all your nectar!” Jake pushed a couple more times until Sam wailed and he tasted the sweet honey she released.  He worked her through the high before gently letting her down.  As he looked at her dazed look, he smiled and let her lay there, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.  Jake chuckled and worked on removing his clothes.  He fished for a condom from his wallet before letting his pants fall on the floor. Sam’s eyes began to focus when he moved to remove his boxers and roll on the rubber over his impressive length.   

“J-jake? I don’t think it will fit,” she said with a gasp.  

“Oh baby, I’ll go slow.” He climbed on top of her and pushed her legs farther apart to make room. He slotted in between and rubbed his tip in between her folds.  She mewled but still looked nervous.  “If you want me to stop, just say the word, princess.”  

“No, I want this JJ, I’m just nervous.”  

“Don’t be, princess.  I’m not gonna hurt you.”  He kissed her softly as he pushed slowly into her.  She groaned at the stretch, the fullness she was feeling.  It was nothing like Terry or anyone else for that matter.  “Sam, so tight, you were just made for me, weren’t you?” He didn’t stop until he was all the way in. He gave her a moment until she pleaded with him to move, and he slowly pulled out, as she cried out from the sensation.  Jake froze for a second.  “Princess, am I hurting you?” 

“No JJ, it feels so good.  Like a dream.  Please don’t stop.”  

Jake smiled as he pushed in faster and a little harder. His tip reached that spot in her that made her see stars. Sam moaned and groaned in pleasure, the fullness completing her.  “Harder, Jake, please.”  

Jake lifted Sam’s legs over his hip and began to pound her into the mattress.  “Like this, little girl?  You want me to ruin you for anyone else?” 

“Yes! Jake! Please! Oh god!”  Sam was starting to lose herself in the moment.  “Jake!” 

“Cum for me Samantha, squeeze me good.”  

Sam shuddered as her second orgasm washed over her, screaming Jake’s name as he showed no mercy, trying to reach his own high.  It didn’t take long, Sam was squeezing him in a vice grip. “Fuck! Sam!” Jake thrusted once more and released into the condom.  He landed on top of her but put most of his weight on his arms.  

The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.  “Are you ok?” Jake asked.  

“I’m perfect JJ.”  Sam smiled softly as she kissed his nose.  

I’ll be right back, he kissed her forehead and carefully pulled out of her.  He went into the ensuite to clean up and grabbed as wash cloth.  He carefully cleaned her up and then climbed back into the bed.  

“You understand that I will never let you go now, right?”  Jake asked as she snuggled on his chest. He could feel Sam smile against his skin.  

“You understand that I don’t want to be anywhere else, right?” 

Jake smiled and kissed her forehead, holding her a little tighter as they drifted off to sleep.  

John stared at the couple in bed, sound asleep, naked as they held each other.  It would be so easy to kill then right now but he needed to bide his time.  The only way for the plan to succeed was to keep Sam alive.  

John walked out of the house and reset the alarms so as not to alert them.  He lit a cigarette as he walked away, the smell of sex had turned him on.  Soon, it would be him and Samantha in the throes of passion.  And Jake would be gone from this world.   

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