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[averyho]

shuffle your On Repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people ✨

tagged by @sqoiler <33333

Nature vs. Nurture - Chase Petra

Spots - Beach Bunny

Animal - Neon Trees

Ruthlessness - Epic: The Musical

Not My Fault - Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion

Solar Power - Lorde

HOT TO GO! - Chappell Roan

Team - Lorde

Moon River - Melissa Benoist

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

tagging @lesbianladyblackhawk @starshipviolet and anyone else who's interested <33333

[wexhappyxfew]

ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR SOME JUDY X ROSIE I MISS THEM SO MUCH

ON MY LUNCH BREAK. FREAKING OUT. DISTANTLY SCREAMING. CONTAINING MY EMOTIONS. HI HI HI SWEEY ANON!!!!!!

the judy x rosie love is momentous and absolutely so so sweet and lovely omg 😭😭😭😭 plz know i have a few prompts for them that have me thinking many many thoughts for them!!!!!

also i have no self-control when it comes to thinking about them, headcanons for them, THAY first kiss so ….. don’t mind me just sobbing over the love that is for them in this ask <333333 judy x rosie, your chaos and adorable height difference u will always be famous!!!!!

could i possibly interest you in some angst/whump judy x rosie post-annie, bessie, kennedy and margie going down? 👀 BC I HAVE SOME LINES WRITTEN FOR THAT AND A PROMPT TO FIT

[darlingpwease]

Ning YingYing: Alright, what did you guys get for number 12!

Luo Binghe: I got 18

Ming Fan: I got 9.5

Reader: I got Shizun…for some reason…idk

(An ding disciple au)

Shang Qinghua: He doesn’t deserve you! If he doesn’t treat you right, your gone!

Reader: I’m gone

Shang Qinghua: Now go chop his dick off!

(I just want to say you got great choice in Honkai characters)

ajsgshsh,,,,, this is a perfect summary for the whole au <////4 /pos /hj

SHANG QINGHUA would be the type who is very belligerent about the fact that you have someone,,, he definitely did not write you any love interest — even in luo binghe's harem he did not let you in as some kind of spouse — and although in his head he would definitely be more inclined to the fact that you're interested in men (he can indulge himself okay? he had some guilty pleasure), he's terrified anyway, it doesn't matter if someone you like is feminine and masculine.

you might think he's too protective, and although that's also true — but, well, he created this world. this world was created for continuous regular messy pwp scenes. you are a gorgeous and young person, and since you did not learn swords as well as at your original peak, will you be able to get out of the place before you stumble upon a demon or, even worse, another person??? he's not ready for this! his child disciple can't have such an experience!! call him a terribly protective baba, but you can't become part of any harems, no matter how much you love someone!!! in addition, all relatively good and pretty girls are or will be in a relationship with luo binghe or are already busy with someone, while the boys...

well, in general, there are no good options for you. so no joyfriends!!! only your baba!!! and SHEN YUAN who refuses to give up and tries to adopt you all the time

he's definitely shouting things like 'don't you dare hurt my child!!! I will find you and kill you!!!'

yay!!! thank you!!!!<33333 elysia is my little meow meow, my elf wife, my sweet sugar, my rosy-cheeked princess<333333 it's nice to finally see people with good taste~

[strawberrystepmom]

I am so glad you’ve donated your marbles to yami, it’s about time someone on my dash went feral for that guy <33

Oh Rosie I am so sick about him like fkfkdkkdkdmskdkd he’s all I can think about he’s so awesome and powerful and handsome and,..fainting couch pls

Thank u <333333

[nocompromise-noregrets]

hi! 💜💜 how about 🥤, 🌻, 🧃,🦷,🎨 for the writer's truth or dare ask game

hiiii! Thank you for asking! <333333 now...let's see...

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love There are so many! But today, a shoutout to my glorious beta-reader @lemurious whose lovely fics across Tolkien'verse and classics fandom are beautifully written and acutely observed. Special mention to Long Enough for Memory, Evenstar and As Soon As Things Look Dangerous which feature Arwen, Rosie, Elanor and Lobelia all being absolutely awesome. <333333333

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis Again, there are so many, but I don't talk to @pikkuinen nearly often enough any more! <3333333

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before ahahahaha I've asked this one, but now realise I don't actually understand what it's asking for XD is this to do with my writing, or myself? hmmmm...let's assume it's about me, and go for what I think is probably my earliest memory, which is being in a hospital waiting room or treatment room, aged about two and a half, after having my forehead stitched back together, having tripped and fallen head-first into the glass-panelled front door in the house we lived in until I was six. I've had it reinforced by my parents talking about it (I used to run to the front door every evening when my dad came home, so my poor dad, getting out of the car after a long day at work, was met with his rather pregnant wife (my brother wasn't all that far off being born) holding his screaming two-year-old with a teatowel clamped to her head. Ooops.) but I do still dimly remember the room, and a large teddy bear that was there for the kids to play with. Apparently once I was stitched up, I was belting up and down the corridor quite happily, while my parents leaned weakly on each other. XD

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on Hang in there. Everything is cyclical, and everything ends eventually.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it oooooh! Well, everything by the lovely @chicotfp (it is so lovely to see someone still doing manips and these are beautiful!), and also this piece by @deerlordhunter which was the inspiration and catalyst for basically everything I've written about grieving!Thranduil in Empty Vessel-'verse. It captures his sadness so beautifully and dynamically, I swear I can almost see his expression change, almost imperceptibly. It's amazing.

Wheee! Anyone else fancy asking me some questions? I'm off to bed now but will answer tomorrow. :D :D :D

[legallybrunettedotcom]

happy birthday matea!!! sending you my love today and everyday <3333

hiiii thank you so much rosie !!! <333333

[nem0-nee]

[ASK GAME DUMP]

Well well well... if it isn't the consequence of my actions. Yeah...

Nem here forgot to answer her asks from last month and earlier, and she doesn't want to leave a flood of one-sentence responses (since it feels MAD illegal. Thanks high school </3)

If you sent me an emoji/a color for certain ask games... this is the cemetery for it /j

I dare not to tag the people who sent me the asks since I'm not brave enough ;v;

[Good luck if you're gonna look down there]

[Tell me how you feel about me on anon!]

Ah, beloved anons?!?! You're gonna fire up my ego here (or what remains of it dfsdffs).

First anon, I'm hiding in your walls... I'm sending love and thanks because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

JAS... MY BELOVED JASUS...JIZZLER....JALLIAM JAFTON!?!?!?@!@?! JAAAAAAAAAAAAS!?!@?#?@!#! WAHHH THANK YOU?!!?

It was all going great till I read the last sentence /j /j

GIRL IM SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU HANGING TOOO RAHHHH ILYSM ;v;

YOU FUCKING DONK- I mean hi bestie :))))))))))

DGYFDSIFS JOKES ASIDE- thank you bitch <333 You may be the reason why I have another crippling hyperfixation, but- yeah nvm I got nothing

I HATE YOU <333333 Wdym??? I'm not hard on myself?? I'm just committing to the grit that's all /j

AHHH MONMON!?!?! I'll try to interact more whenever I'm not busy ;v; You're too sweet hdsbsjdfsfn THANK YOU <3333

[Why do you follow me?]

Dummy I'm so sorry.... I got no money... My only form of currency is corn chips and flies </33

I can send you corn chips if you're interested /j/j/j

look at the birb, it's very Jas if I do say so myself

SDASHBA STOPPPPPPP- Jas i love how unhinged you are with these <33 LOVE THE FIRST THREE- Then we get to SAPPHIRE?!?!

I'm feeling nice, so I'll let you study me for 5 minutes tops >:))

AWWWW- You're too sweet Basil?!!? I really appreciate it <333

But yes, we shall kill Rosie God together with Jas >:))

[- You've reached the end of this chaos...congrats? -]

[amorjpg]

happy birthday inês!!! hope your year is filled w joy and love!!!! 💐🫧

thank uuuu rosie <333333 love uuuuu

[delcakoo]

that's terrible! having your work being stolen is so bad >:( i reported the video! smh who even writes fanfics on yt channels 💀 i swear ima beat whoever did that and ruined ur mood like that is not okay 😐

NOT THEM CLAIMING IT WAS THEIR WORK I CAN'T WITH PPL ANYMORE

it really sucks yeah T-T i just finished writing a long ass comment lmfaoo and if they delete it imma just post it again and again 💗 BUT FR LIKE WHY YOUTUBE ☠️☠️☠️ LORD ITS SO EMBARRASSING

thank you so much tho rosie :( ur genuinely so sweet i appreciate you reporting it a lot, ilysm my dear <333333

[snail163]

Thanks :3333

You are also very amazing <3

@with-love-jay @lost-my-soup @rosy-bug-bear-lahat-ay-para-sayo @pvrp13 @118sexen @chromaticpotato @mintyflavoredtea @my-life-is-a-sidequest @life-is-okay-rn @the-nebula-sys

All of you are so perfectly wonderful and very, very awesome :333

The tag thing said only 10, so I listen :(

All my mutuals, even the ones I didn't tag, are all so amazing and incredible, too :333333

🌹✨This is the you are amazing award. Send it to ten humans you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness!✨🌹

Awweee thank you!!!!

I don't particularly like copy-paate chains so I'm going to tag people

@viola-halogen @sad-soup-sonic @naminethewitch @awitchbravestheverge @doodle-png @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @glacierruler @doteddestroyer @edupunkn00b @crazybooklover0

Apologies in advance if any of you are not human or do not like tags <3

[wexhappyxfew]

From Prompt List #3, can I please request [ TO THE THREAT ]: " is there a problem over here? " for Judy and Rosie OR [ TO THE THREAT ]: " right, either you leave or i kick you out. your choice" for Carrie and Douglass?

Thank you! I always enjoy reading your Silver Bullets stories!

-lestweforget5

HI AND HELLO MY FRIEND @lestweforget5 !!!!!!!!! thank you SO MUCH for sending this in!!! and thank you so so much for the love for Silver Bullets! they are truly my pride and joy to write and knowing they were just as enjoyed just makes me <333333 for this, i decided to write the carrie x dougie piece and prompt because someone requested the judy x rosie piece with the SAME prompt and so that will be coming out eventually!!! i wanted to write it either way and so i was very happy sent that in, too! be on the lookout for that soon! ANYWAY! please enjoy this carrie x dougie piece that cracked open the energy of carrie of being the eldest sibling + daughter, overachiever, stubborn, and emotionally bottled-up person she is <3 carrie achterberg you will always be famous (and loved)!!!

it's in the jar

(a/n): carrie achterberg, forever my stubborn, sweet pea who just wants to be cared for and loved! please enjoy this piece that focuses in a bit more on carrie and her character, alongside james douglass who clearly and evidently cares for carrie achterberg more than anything :) carrie x dougie u will always be famous! plz enjoy! and thank you again! <333

"And if you'da seen it," Carrie whispered to herself, her mind suddenly a hundred miles up in the sky, Silver Bullets swinging side to side, bullets and ammo ricocheting off the side, smearing up through the bitter cold against the metal, "you would've thought that I'da been dead." Carrie threw a small pebble, hearing the quick pattering sound it made into the jar she had placed at the base of the chair where she sat when she was Bombardier; Lieutenant Achterberg.

Now, instead, she was just Carrie.

"Then," Carrie whispered quietly, aiming the next small pebble in her hand carefully, "Krauts going right by. Boom, boom, BOOM. One after the next. Never did I see my life flash faster than I did in those 10 seconds." She aimed and watched as the pebble landed again in the jar.

That's what you get training to shoot and score with nothing but a Norden bombsight for months.

"10 seconds," Carrie whispered, holding up the next pebble, "all it took for Margie Harlowe to take the hit, knocked unconscious." The screams filled her mind as she sat there frozen, pebble in hand, her voice echoing off the walls of the inside of the nose of Silver Bullets like a paralyzing echo, a hollow one.

A shiver ran down her spine as she sat there, before aiming and harshly smacking the pebble into the jar, the patter-patter of the pebble making its way inside. Carrie picked up another, the texture smooth between her fingers as she adjusted and took aim.

"She's in the Med-Bay, unconscious," Carrie whispered, trying to maintain composure of herself, "almost reminded me of Birdie Faulkner. Almost." Almost, Carrie thought quietly. Except Margie's alive, Birdie's not. She aimed, fired and BOOM. The pebble was inside the jar again.

"But we were still in the air, ya know? Even with Margie hit above, knocked flat-out unconscious, we still had a mission to complete. The bullet sprays - like a sheet of ice hitting fire. Splaying out across the wide berth of Silver Bullets," Carrie said quietly, holding up another pebble, "you'da thought that we were going to di-"

"You thought what?" Carrie froze, whipping her head around, eyes narrowed, ablaze with light to find James Douglass there. She anxiously thumbed the pebble in between her fingers before clenching her jaw, turning and launching the pebble, which sailed right inside the jar. Then she glanced back at Dougie.

"What are you doing here?"

"This where you hide out after missions?" he asked her, ignoring her obvious question she had posed in the first place.

"Hide out?" she managed out with a scoff, turning in her crossed-legged form to pick up another pebble, "I don't hide out. I escape the chatter, Dougie. The noise, if you will." She glanced over her shoulder, glanced at him up and down, hands on his hips, smirk on his face, eyes softly staring at her own. A right sight if you were to ask her.

"How the hell did you know I was here?"

"Carlisle." Carrie raised a brow and Dougie chuckled.

Oh Bessie Carlisle, what the hell.

"Oh." Carrie said quietly, picking up another pebble and launching it forward, watching it knock inside the jar with a clink. The air was tense, almost like Dougie expected her to say something - but she didn't want to say anything. Trying to calm down from that was already enough. She didn't have any reason to perturb Dougie. Not like she tried to in the first place anyway.

Carrie slowly glanced back over her shoulder. Dougie was still standing there, quiet look on his face, like processing her words wasn't enough. Like he had to find out more. She didn't want him to find out more.

"Uh….something you need?" she asked awkwardly, feeling bad at the flash of guilt in his gaze, "Help with something or…..to talk-"

"No." Dougie said with a shake of the head and a nod, "Just…..wondering what you were up to."

"Yeah." Carrie said, her mood dimming as she sat there, equally remembering what she was doing, too. The screams, the blank stares, the blood. Carrie blinked. She looked at him again.

"Also was wondering if you wanted to come hang with some of the guys. Get your mind off Harlowe for a minute and well….outta this bucket of bolts." Carrie's lip quirked upwards the slightest bit. Inclusion was one of the things that would warm her heart every time, someone realizing that obviously she wasn't okay, but wanting to make the effort to make sure she was okay or could get her half-way there.

"I'm afraid I won't be much fun tonight, Dougie, but," Carrie offered a slight smile and a nod, "I appreciate the offer." Dougie put on a smile and nodded before sticking his hands in his pockets and nodding at her.

"It's all good, I get it," he said quietly, "shit like that sticks with you." Carrie nodded. It fell quiet and suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the silence herself. She cleared her throat.

"Right," Carrie said quietly, eyeing him up and down there in the doorway to the nose of the plane, "well, either you leave or I kick you out." She met his gaze before turning it back towards the nose. "Your choice." Dougie let out a low whistle.

"My choice, huh?" he said, slowly making his way into the nose of the plane, knocking gentle on the metal bolts inside of her that Ken had screwed in that one time before a mission, "What are friends for then?" Carrie sent him a look, before slowly turning her head forward again.

"Care to explain the whole jar thing?" Carrie glanced at him quickly again. "And why you're alone in here?" Carrie fell quiet for a few moments, considering his words and her own thoughts. She let out a quiet sigh, thumbing the pebble over in between her fingers again.

"Well," Carrie started, "usually I get through about 10 pebbles before I realize I can process what happened. Each pebble that goes by, I talk about something that happened, something that jumped out at me. Margie's injury, for example. I speak about it. Let myself hear it, see it. Then, I throw the pebble away. Into the jar. And I don't take it out… ever. And then that memory is gone. Shoved away in a jar, covered by all those pebbles, all those memories. All gone."

There was something in Dougie's eye as he looked to her and she suddenly felt much more self-conscious then ever under his gaze. Her cheeks warmed and she brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before looking at him.

"Don't act like it's a dumb way to cope, I know how fast liquor and beer seem to disappear around here." she said quietly. But Dougie let out a quiet chuckle and for once there was no jeer, or teasing comment or anything of the sort. Just an acknowledgment, a chuckle, a nod and a look.

"And it seems to work?" Dougie asked her and she glanced over her shoulder at him and nodded. She watched as he took in her words and stepped closer, before settling down on the metal ground beside her, criss-crossed, their upbent knees nearly touching as he sat there next to her. He looked at her and she offered him a quiet, reserved look.

Carrie figured she had to look a sight. After interrogation, she hadn't gone anywhere except straight back to Silver Bullets, hiding up in the nose of the plane to try and forget. Her B3 looked nearly charred in a few places, her blonde hair greasy, possibly tangled and in a poor looking bun, smoke and grease stains on her face, near her eyes and along her forehead - her entire body ached, with exhaustion and hunger - and her mind hurt to even conjure a coherent thought. She sighed.

"It's hard," Carrie said quietly, watching as she tossed the pebble forward, hearing it clatter into the jar, "watching Margie like that. Seeing the other girl's faces. It sucked." Carrie sent another pebble forward, the clank satisfying enough for her to breathe. She looked at Dougie, who watched quietly - rather invested at that.

"Yeah," Dougie said softly, looking down and glancing at the jar set beneath her chair, "no one wants to talk about it either. But it hurts everyone. Ya know?" Carrie stiffly nodded before glancing over at him.

"Here," she said, offering him a pebble, "have a go." He watched her as she offered him a small smile. "You are a bombardier after all. Helps to have some aim." Dougie grinned at her words and looked at the jar. He aimed it for a moment, staring at the jar intensely before glancing over at her.

"I thought we were going to die up there today." he said quietly, before aiming the pebble again, more confidently and letting it sail into the jar a clink following. Carrie watched him for a moment, his eyes staring off forward towards the jar in a distant way she couldn't describe. And she felt her heart sag a bit at the sight. She felt bad. Instead, she picked up a pebble, quickly took aim and launched it forward.

"Me too." she said as a tiny clink followed. She glanced over as Dougie met her gaze and offered a small smile his way. He managed a small one back. For a second, they just watched one another's eyes - and Dougie did have a tender enough gaze to make the ice melt it seemed. Carrie let a small laugh escape past her lips as she looked away and down at the pile of stones at her feet.

"What?" she heard Dougie ask with a small chuckle as she picked up a few stones, wordlessly handing him a few before holding a few herself.

"A few of the stones in various jars were because of you." she said with a smirk, glancing his way, watching as awe seemed to fall upon his features. And she couldn't help but laugh a bit more."Don't act so surprised, Dougie, there were plenty of reasons to throw some pebbles in the jar," she said sending him a grin, "be lucky you never have to hear 'em."

"I never get to hear them? Oh, c'mon, Bergie, give me a laugh," he said, "what could I have said to earn a pebble in the jar?" Carrie raised a brow.

"Please tell me you're joking." she said.

"What?"

"Exhibit A," Carrie said, taking a pebble, making quite the show of holding it up in front of her before taking aim at the jar, "today Dougie sat beside and man, you should've seen his face when I told him a few of the reasons some pebbles are in the jar are because of him. I told, you must be joking and he just proceeded to stare." Then, she took aim and let the pebble sail into the jar, a tiny clink following.

Then, she looked over at Dougie, whose face was a mixture of something she couldn't quite make out - surprise, awe, maybe slightly dazed? Carrie chuckled as she uncurled her legs from their stiff, crisscross position and stood to her feet, removing the tiny pebble and turning to him.

"Wanna have another go?" she asked him, looking down at him as the setting sunbathed the front of his face in a honey-gold, shining through the nose of Silver Bullets in quite a glorious way, "Feel free to have a go at whatever you want." Dougie watched her.

"Why the hell you remove the pebble?" he asked her, smiling a bit, "Thought that sorta stuff went in the jar and never came out. Ya know, things you wanted to forget." Carrie smirked and shook her head.

"Nah, I don't want to forget that." she said laughing at the slightly surprised face he wore as she settled down next to him again, bumping her knee against his own, before turning to him, "Seriously, even if it's something stupid, it relieves some stress. It could be anything." Dougie just watched her and she took the moment to reach forward, uncurl his hand and put the pebble in his palm. Then, she nodded.

"Have at it." she said, quirking out a grin. Dougie watched her for a moment before looking towards the jar.

The silence, accompanied by their breathing, filled with tiny front nose of Silver Bullets, and it was enough to possibly have driven her crazy - but there was something comforting about sitting here, beside Dougie, in the silence. In what was to be after a day like that. He took aim and then let out a breath.

"Hearing Silver Bullets got hit scared the shit outta me." he said quietly and Carrie's smile slowly fell - she could feel the corners of her lips slowly drop, her heart beginning to pound faster, and her palms growing sweaty. Suddenly, sitting next to Dougie made her eyes water.

"Blakely had come running, threw open the doors, mentioned something or other about a plane being hit pretty badly, some wounded on board and that it was Silver Bullets. Couldn't help the fact that my mind went to the worst." Dougie said quietly, licking his lips before adjusting his shoulders and looking at the jar again, "Thought she was dead."

And with that, he launched the pebble forward and it landed perfectly inside the jar.

Then, it was silent.

This was the first time in ages where she was sat with Dougie and it was dead silent.

Slowly, Carrie pulled her eyes from the jar and glanced over at Dougie who sat there, jaw clenched, fists balled at the curves of his knees.

"Dougie-"

"It's in the jar." Dougie said, pushing himself rather suddenly to his feet and wiping off his pants, "Just….glad everyone else is okay." Carrie looked up at him, watching as he adjusted his crusher cap to his head and then grabbed the white scarf he'd placed by Bessie's navigator chair.

"Wait. Dougie, wait-" Carrie said, pulling herself to her feet as he wrapped the scarf around, "I…..I thought…."

"We didn't know who had gotten hit, just that someone was wounded," Dougie said, glancing her way, "so hearing it was Margie, it was a lot. That's all. Especially after Faulkner. That shit stays with you." Then, Dougie fixed his cap and looked at her deeply.

"I thought it was you." he said, and then turned and jumped down right out of the plane. Carrie stood still, completely frozen for a moment, before shaking her head.

No, no, no.

He didn't get to just leave while saying that. To her. Carrie grabbed her crusher cap, shoving it on her head and jumped down out of the plane, feet landing on the tarmac. The wind had picked up since she had holed up inside the plane nose.

Turning her head, she watched Dougie walking away back towards the nissen huts and stood up, righting herself before hurrying after him.

"Dougie!" she called after him, "Dougie!" He didn't stop at her words and with the flurry of emotion in her body right now, everything inside her wanted to scream at him to stop and turn around and look at her. But that small child inside of her told he'd walk away. Everyone always walked away. Her eyes welled with tears that she tried to blink away.

"James!" she yelled and it seemed that caused him to stop, back straightening as he turned towards her, face set as he looked at her - where she was rapidly approaching him, casting her to gaze upwards at him as she stopped in front of him.

Breathing a bit heavier than she had wanted, she looked at him, his eyes narrowed, gaze darkened and anxiety swirling. She sucked in a breath.

"What the hell was that?" she managed out, watching him intently, trying to untangle and undo him in anyway, "You thought-"

"It's in the jar." Dougie said again, firmer this time, "It's over."

"No." Carrie said quickly, hanging onto every word from that second in the nose of Silver Bullets, "You thought…it was me? Why?" Her words were left out in the open, lingering in the air between them, the question unwrapped, awaiting an answer.

Dougie just watched her, his eyes searching hers as they flicked back and forth in her gaze, his head tilted, that crusher cap crooked on top his head again.

James Douglass had never openly voiced any sort of emotion towards her that didn't start with a joke and end with a smirk. And to be fair, neither had she. She had never thought of anything more than what their bickering and teasing was - something good natured, something to get you through the war. Carrie blinked.

"Dougie…." she started quietly, but instead he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her fully.

"Can I ask you something?" he said quietly, catching her completely off-guard. Carrie watched him, her heart continuing to pound - Dougie's eyes continuing to watch her - and she nodded.

"What is it?"

"Do you think I don't care about you?"

Now it was her turn to be silent.

Carrie stared at him.

Something inside of her wanted to cry.

"I…" Carrie started quietly, her throat choking up as she shut her mouth and cleared her throat, "I'm not…." She couldn't get her words out. Between him staring at her like that, her mind playing tricks on her, and her thoughts running wild, she couldn't even get herself to speak. He watched her as she cleared her throat.

"Not like that." she managed out, looking up at him as her eyes watered, letting out a shaky breath. There was so much said in the unsaid and with each passing second, the more her emotions were taking hold of her.

She thought of Margie in that moment - not only a crew member, and someone who had been there from the beginning, but a friend. Someone who was like a sister. Almost and nearly dead.

She thought of Birdie Faulkner, who had gotten this whole crew together in the first place - the whole reason she was here now - who was now dead and gone.

She thought of her family - back home in New York - her parents constantly gone, her siblings constantly asking for her, the long nights spent studying late at night, making up for lost time during the day. The times she had to skip school, get out of work early just to help her siblings - all the mouths that needed to be fed, the time that needed to be spent with to make sure they wouldn't end up like her, like Carrie.

How much she had put out and no one had cared.

Until she came to the Silver Bullets crew.

Until she'd been with other women who had felt pain just like she had.

Carrie's eyes welled with tears and she couldn't help but feel her chin shake and her lip wobble as Dougie watched her. She let out a weak whimper before sniffling and putting down her head to shake away the emotion.

"I'm sorry." she managed out, voice high-pitched.

"You don't have to apologize for anything." Dougie said quietly as she shook her head.

"I shouldn't be crying like this-"

"It's okay, Carrie."

"I'm sorry-"

"Carrie." Dougie said quietly, looking down at her with a tender look, "You don't have to say sorry." She looked at him, a few stray tears crawling down her cheeks as she nodded.

"Here." Dougie said, pulling the white scarf from his neck and handing it to her as she wiped at her eyes.

"Thanks." she managed out, sniffling as she took in the soft scent of the scarf - God, it smelled like him. So much like him. Even if he was standing right here. Him, that cologne he always wore - him.

"I'm serious though." Dougie said, nodding, before chuckling slightly - whether it was his nerves or how close they were standing, "I thought it was you. Couldn't help it. I hear the words Silver Bullets and there you are in my mind." Carrie looked up at him, managing the tiniest hint of a smile and laughed slightly, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

"It's just been a lot, that's all," she managed out, her voice struggling to break again, "especially after Birdie. And now Margie." Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, and wiped at her eyes, sniffling. Dougie placed a hand on her shoulder, softly rubbing his thumb against the exposed part of her neck, before looking to her.

"It's in the jar, Carrie." he said quietly, "Right?" She looked up at him. Then, she broke out in a smile, before a small, watery laugh escaped her lips. Lightly, she smacked the feather-light scarf at him before chuckling again.

"What?" he said with a chuckle, "It got you laughing, didn't it?" She looked up at him and managed to hold the smile for a bit longer.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "thanks for that." They grew quiet and he watched her, nodding.

"Come get some dinner, alright?" he said and she nodded. Slowly, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she glanced up at him with a small smile. Pulling her into his side, he grinned at her.

"C'mon, Bergie, who else would I be able to crack a joke with and get my own balls broken with at the same time?"

"Oh shut the fuck up." Carrie said with a chuckle as Dougie grinned.

"Nah, nah, I'm being serious, who else, huh? Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"She'd only break your balls and then some." Dougie laughed, before looking at her with a small grin.

"C'mon," he said as they began walking towards the mess hall, "I'll buy you a drink after." Carrie smirked.

"What a gentleman." she whispered with a snicker.

"Remind me about the last time I bought you a drink-"

"Oh don't you even DARE start with that, Dougie-"

"I have every opportunity to take it back-"

"Dougie!" He looked at her with a grin. Her eyes softened.

"Thanks again." she said quietly, for caring.

Softly, without much of a word, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of her head underneath her lopsided crusher cap, before continuing to walk forward beside her.

"Thank you." she whispered under her breath, side of her head warm where his lips had just pressed - small, hardly even a peck, but enough for her body to go hot, her mind to scramble. Thank you for caring, she wanted to say, for me, about me, with me.

Thank you for caring for me.

[denerims-archive]

please please please give me 49.

It’s been such a long time since Odelia has felt like this. 

Free.

She’s out of breath, her lungs are burning. Fifteen years or so stuck in a stuffy old monastery has done nothing for her athleticism. Not to mention her leathers feel like they���re squeezing her ribcage and she keeps having to hike up her skirts to bound over carts that astonished, baffled and sometimes very angry salesman are pushing through the market stalls. 

Odelia’s out of breath and her lungs are burning but her laughter is spilling out of her lips as she and Flynn race through Boralus.

“’Scuse me! ‘Scuse me,” Flynn announces to anyone and everyone as he nearly bounds straight into a plank two men are carrying across the walkway. The two of them dart under it, the clinking of the Ashvane thugs’ armor growing ever closer. 

They know these streets like the backs of their hands still. Odelia and Flynn may be stealing important documents - not candies or a noblewoman’s coin purse  -but adrenaline in her veins makes her think she’s twelve again.

The thugs are gaining on them. Flynn heads down a concourse of alleys and out into another part of the market. Luckily, it’s busy and they’re able to disappear into the crowd. 

The pair slows, walking as casually as they can, catching their ragged breaths.

Looking out of the corners of their eyes at each other, Flynn and Odelia flash relieved smiles at each other. 

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your touch,” Flynn comments, tucking the papers into his jacket. 

“Hmph. You too,” Odelia challenges teasingly. 

“Shit,” Flynn says under his breath, eyes straight ahead. Another pair of Ashvane thugs are at the end of the market stall row they’re being funneled through. Odelia’s heart leaps into her throat. 

Looking behind them, she sees the other two that were chasing them, searching through the crowd and gaining quickly. 

“Flynn-” Odelia starts, voice a bit panicked. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks, grabbing a large, wide-brimmed lady’s hat from one of the stalls. 

“Uh, what? Sure-”

“Good enough,” Flynn says, sweeping her in between two of the wooden market stalls and pressing her against the brick wall. It’s wet against her back from the morning’s rain. Any breath she’s managed back is taken from her when he plops the hat on her head and kisses her in one smooth motion. 

It’s a long, deep kiss, shadowed by the hat. Flynn’s hands grab desperate at her hips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him closer, brushing her tongue against his bottom lip. He opens willingly, deepening the kiss as he pins her body against his.

They stay like that for what feels like an eternity. 

The last time Flynn kissed her it was nothing like this. It had been an experiment. They were seven and eight respectively, curious about why their oldest friend in the orphanage would risk a paddling just to go out with some prissy girl. It had been a quick peck on the lips, after lights out, underneath the moonlight of the windows. 

“Ew,” they’d both giggled in agreement and had crawled back into bed. 

This, decidedly, was not ew. 

When Flynn pulls away and looks around, Odelia’s cheeks are flushed. From the kiss or the run, she’s not entirely sure but her legs are weak.

He turns back to her and grins widely, his hand still on her hip.

“What a bunch of idiots!” he announces gleefully. Flynn was never one to steal out of greed. He loved the chase, simple as that. His cheeks are flushed from the chase. 

“Yeah,” she laughs, relieved and simultaneously shaken to her core. Gently, Odelia takes the hat from her head and sets it back on the shop owner’s stand. The old woman seemingly hadn’t noticed, too busy trying to sell a whole load of hats to a noblewoman. 

“Come on then. Let’s get this back to Cyrus,” Flynn says, straightening out his coat. When he leaves her, Odelia aches.

“Right,” she nods, joining him in the crowd once more.

It takes her the entire walk to put her head back on right again. Flynn doesn’t seem to notice, chattering away as usual. More than once, she touches her lips to stop them from tingling.

[fightingdragonswithwho]

okay i hope that you're on your way to dreamland v soon but your profile picture ??? it's the cutest thing ever

Rosie! thank you so much, you’re so sweet! i always love your taylor related themes, they’re always so pretty!

i will be escaping to dreamland soon, i promise! wishing you an amazing rest of your day/night! <3

[forgottenroisin]

omg guin is the actual sweetest i love her sm!!!!!! <3333333 rose would just ADORE her!!! her own little sister is also quite shy so rose is super accustomed to that and wouldn't judge her at all! in fact, she'd find her brave for trying!! they've also had a little time, bc lizzy said that astaira was conquered two years ago, and roderick moved his court there so they may or may not know e/o v well, but they've probs at the v least seen each other around, at the v least! and honestly i think rose already thinks guin's lovely even if they don't really know e/o that well yet <3 rose's impressions of the emperor aren't esp rosy, but she sees his kids as as much a victim of his crimes as anyone else -- maybe even more so than the rest of them hahaha

omg guin coming to dinner was probs so. xciting! and she was probs so delighted to show her around! rose loooooves her home and would def drag her around to show her all the best spots <3 i do know that ros is embarrassed about being basically a servant to her stepmom so she def does everything she can to hide it, and valentina knows not to showcase it since other nobles would get up in arms about the whole thing so i do think that part is pr well hidden, but the fact that they're not so hot on $$$$$ is probs still pr evident despite all valentina's best efforts to conceal it hahaha omg tho hahaha guin getting there and dodging cassimir w the girls hahaha that's amazing!!! valentina would be like SONYA! DO SMTH! *catherine de bourgh voice* this is not to be borne! hahah aww guin admiring her cheerfulness! <333333 i think she'd just be so taken aback -- this glamorous princess thinks ~she's impressive!

guin tryna foster rose's joy!!!!!! women supporting women i love to see ittttt <3333333 but omg it would soooo work!!!!! she'd be absolutely DELIGHTED!! and she'd def like hug the parchment to her and say to the sky 'oh thank you oh thank you oh thank you' since she didn't know who to thank <33333

OOC | Roisin & Guinevere

hihihi! ok so both arthur and edmund spend a lot of time hanging out at the malconaire home and hanging out w eithne and roisin, respectively, plus -- tho in reduced circumstances -- the malconaires are nobility of astaira so they probs do make appearances at court etc, so i def think that these two would know each other! roisin's impressions of guin are probs a touch colored by her brother's -- esp edmund's -- thoughts abt her bc she and ed are besties so probs 90% of her knowledge about his family comes from him hahaha and she ~is a bit naive so she doesn't really see all the strife that goes on between the fam and is probs like 'well her own brother would surely know!' but that being said she's ~also an optimist so even if ed was like 'she's the devil' (which i doubt), she would still be like 'but every soul is worth saving!'

ALSO, and this may be more significant, valentina is def like 'PLS COME TO OUR HUMBLE HOME WE ARE SO VERY PLEASED TO RECEIVE YOU' bc she def ships cassimir/guin (im so sorry guin alksjdfkjdsf) and would probs love to install Sonya as one of her ladies-in-waiting...which would get Sonya conveniently close to Roderick... ;D but anyway! as a result, Valentina would def be tryna get her to come eat dinner w them and see how pleasant their home is and how lovely a retreat it could make if she were to say, idk, MARRY CASSIMIR hahaha that being said, idk if guin would accept such an invitation or whatever, but it would def throw these two together if nothing else <3

[allovertheplace-writing]

rosieee!! hi hi!!

just wanted to drop by and check in - how have you been? your new theme is so cute!! i love how pastel and soft it is, and the person in your pfp is so <333333

i was going to send in a request, but i realized you have a lot and so i don’t want to overwhelm you! good luck on all of theme, they sound so fun and interesting!

take care rosie! <3

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Eve, hello!! I have been well, I hope you have been too <3

And thank youu! My profile picture is of Cove from Our Life: Beginnings and Always - I HIGHLY recommend the game, it's free on steam and itch.io :3

My requests are stacking up since I'm taking so much time on certain ones (cough Our Life cough) XD Both are meant to be longer writings, being oneshots fbdks

Take care, too, Eve!! <333

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[supermarvel-fics]

Rosie here, how are you feeling today? I love all your work and have been reading for a while. I was wonderin' if you could do a pt.2 to the tickling fic with bucky x reader? It's fine if not <333333 much love.

hi Rosie!! I am feeling well! thank you so much for taking the time to read my fics!! it means a lot. <3

also yes!! Nervous part 2 is currently a work in progress and will be my next long fic that i post. Right now i’m focusing on drabbles because I’m very busy atm with work and whatnot so its just easier! but it will be uploaded soon i promise!! thank you again