#there WILL be more I love drawing forrest so so so so much

[chillingandtoxic]

a collection of some silly stuff I’ve made for ( @archie-sunshine ‘s) Forrest (ft my sweet sweet bot ricochet)

[writingchalamet]

Angels Like You III

Angels Like You

Angles Like you II

A/N: The slow burn is burning, thank you guys so much for all the love on this story so far I promise things will only get better from here!

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of abuse, fluffy Bucky

Chapter III

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden beams across the room, warming Bucky's cheeks as he woke. His ears twinged with the faint sound of pans clattering downstairs, further drawing him out of slumber. Trailing down the stairs Bucky found you bobbing along to some music softly playing from your kitchen speakers while you cooked, Forrest sitting in his high chair eating fruit swaying his head to the music.

The smile that adorned his face while he watched the pair of you was filled with adoration, his chest feeling full and warm as if he belonged. You turned around to place slice of toast on Forrest's high chair jumping as you noticed Bucky standing in the doorway. You clutched your chest, laughing as you approached him. "You made me jump" His hand reached to rest on your on the mid section of your back, rubbing up and down. “Sorry doll wasn’t my intention, what you got cooking over there” His hand stayed in place, tingles shooting through your spine at the feeling. His head nodded over to the cooker where, the longer you stood here and stared into the blues of his eyes, the more likely it was for the food to burn.

“Oh, I was just making some breakfast for us, to say thank you for everything… Uh there’s bacon and eggs, sausage, pancakes and a bunch of other stuff, thought it would be different from your usual raisin bran” You joked with him, unintentionally getting closer and closer with each sentence. “Well, it all smells amazing.” Bucky lowered his face towards yours, noses nearly touching. Your, breathe caught in your throat as you starred up into his eyes, losing yourself for a moment, you felt Bucky tug you closer, barely a centimetre, nose brushing against the side of yours. “Mama!” You’re pulled from the moment and dragged swiftly into reality by the voice of Forrest, throwing his toast on the floor. Clearing your throat, you stepped away from Bucky, heat rising painfully to your cheeks.

“You all done baby?” you ask the rhetorical question, turning fully to face your son, he nods, raising his arms to be taken out of his highchair. You pull him out and walk him into the living, placing him down in his play creche. You come back to the kitchen to find Bucky serving up the breakfast from the stove. You walk to stand next to him, bumping your hip against his as you reach him, “I’m supposed to be doing that” Bucky turns his head to look at you, smirking as he placed bacon on the plates. “You do it every day, let me take care of it, go and sit down” eyes widening at the order, but you followed non the less. Bucky smiled as he placed your breakfast down in front of you, Buck deciding to take the seat just next to you. You spoke back and forth as you ate, passing stolen looks between one another.

Yourself, and Sarah watched as Sam and Bucky chased the boys around the front garden along with other kids from the street, all clambering over the men for their attention. You sipped your drink coquettishly as you eyed Bucky. His eyes meeting yours every now and again, lips turning up into a smirk. Sarah laughed as she looked between the two of you. “Damn, you really letting that man do a number on you huh?” Sarah shook her head as she spoke. You tutted slapping your hand against her arm. “I don’t know, it’s just nice for Forrest to have a male figure around I guess.” Your eyes continue to follow Bucky as you speak, watching how he plays with Forrest, taking him in his arms, tickling his belly. Sarah watches the small smile that etches its way onto your face when you look at the pair. “Has something happened between the two of you?” Her wide-eyed gaze makes you feel as if you were under a magnifying glass, she could always see straight through you. “Not exactly…” Your stare remains forwards on Bucky, and that’s telling enough for Sarah, as if you were under some sort of spell drawn to him, she laughed quietly, sipping her drink.

Forrest giggled while Bucky chased him around with the other kids. His laugh ringing in the super soldiers’ ears sounding like a sweet symphony. He sat with the toddler in his lap while the bigger kids still played, the little boy relaxing into his frame, Sam sat next to him drinking his beer, across the lawn he could see Y/n’s tender gaze following her son. Their eyes meet and they share a knowing nod. “So, you gonna tell me there’s nothing going on between the two of you?” Bucky ignores Sam’s comment, opting to play with Forrest’s curls instead. “Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” Bucky licks his teeth in annoyance turning his head to the side to face Sam. “Just leave it alone, she’s been through a lot, she doesn’t need men boggling all over her” he scoffs shaking his head. “So, you admit it, you have been looking” Sam nudges Bucky just to wind him up all the more. “Sam.” He warns. “Bucky” Sam jokes. “Mama” Forrest points over to his mum with both hands, the men now discovering that Sarah and Y/n were walking towards them. Bucky let go of Forrest and watched as he toddled over to her, Y/n already crouched down on the ground arms open ready to receive him.

“Hey” You smiled as you stood to your full height, Bucky now standing, coming to position himself beside you, holding Forrest between the two of you. His flesh hand tickling Forrest once more, then sliding down grazing your hand. The moment not going unnoticed by Sarah and Sam, who shared a look smirking at each other. “So, guys Sam and I were thinking, we could take care of Forrest tonight and you guys could hang out” Sarah gave Sam a nudge as he uttered out a ‘huh?’ under his breath. “Oh yeah, we’d love to hang out with the little guy and-” “Are you two trying to parent trap us?” you cut off Sams babbling and eyeball the pair of them accusingly. “What’s a parent trap?” Bucky asks confused. “Oh, come on!-” “only one of the best films ever made-” “How have you never seen the parent trap!” you all spoke over each other, Bucky raising both his hands jumping to his own defence. “Jeez sorry, forget I asked.”

 Forrest lifted his arms towards Bucky and started mumbling “bu…bububub” You all go wide eyed, and you have to practically pick your jaw off the floor. You hand Forrest over to Bucky and observe the way he nestles his head into his chest, something he seems to love doing. “Seriously, I’ve known you since birth and you can’t be bothered to learn my name!” Sarah jokingly scolds your son. “Come on now, Bub is easier for him to say than Sarah” you sass back. “Aw, have you been calling him Bub around the house?” Sam reaches up to pinch Buckys’ cheek, earning a harsh glare from the pair of you. “No” you both say in unison. Sarah changes the subject. “Okay, so I’ll take Forrest for the night and you two can go out for dinner or something”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, I’m gonna kill you” you chided Sarah through your ensuite door. “You’ll have a good time” she shouted back. You come out having done your makeup and hair, Sarah was flicking through your wardrobe finding something when she turned to look at you. “Wow” “does it look bad?” you panic, tugging your hair, turning to look in a mirror. She comes to stop your fidgeting grasping your hands. “No, you look beautiful, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing makeup before, you look great.” She nods at you smiling, brushing your hair back into place with her fingers. “I found this dress in the back of your closet, I think it will look nice, one suggestion though?” you nod in acknowledgement, “Please don’t wear your ugly ass maternity bra you always wear, please tell me you have some nice underwear!” you gasp and smack her arm “he’s not gonna see my underwear!” “He might!” you cringe at the thought, feeling your entire body flush. You had never been with anyone apart from Matt, and those wear the most unpleasant experiences imaginable. He had littered your body with scars, reminders that he was in your life permanently.

When you enter the kitchen where Bucky is sat , wearing a black slip dress and heals, he feels although he might have died and gone to heaven, because surely it was an angel that just walked into the room and stole all the breath from his lungs. He forgot all about the troubles that plague him daily and could only focus on you. “You, uh… you look beautiful” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully, looking you up and down. You carry on towards him, until you’re stood just in front of him, taking in the sight of him. He wore dark jeans and a long sleeve button down, that fitted so perfectly over every muscle it was like it was a piece of him. “You look good too” you never wanted to meet his eyes for fear of never being able to look away again, but you willed yourself to, admiring the blue swirls and the way his pupils dilated when you complimented him. “You ready to go?” he held out his hand for you to take, leading you out of the kitchen and out the house. Unknowing that Sam and Sarah were watching from her kitchen window as the pair walked down the driveway closely side by side.

The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit with fairy lights and candles, music playing quietly throughout the room. You and Bucky were tucked away in a corner booth, barely any space between the pair of you, your knees knocked together when either of you shuffled around nervously, but neither of you minded. The waitress approached your table offering another round of drinks which you thankfully accepted. As she walked away again you could feel Bucky’s eyes trailing over, raising that fire to your skin once more. “What are you staring at?” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “You, you’re beautiful” he retorted simple enough, but it still took your breath away. You looked down into your lap, picking at your fingernails, a nervous habit you had picked up through your previous relationship. “Do you not believe me?” his voice was low and assured. “I… Um… I just guess no one has ever really said anything like that to me, other than my parents, and Sarah…” You continue to look down, “I guess after everything, I just don’t feel pretty, he liked to make me feel bad you know… to keep me I guess-”

 Bucky cut you off. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about any of this if you don’t want, we can just have a nice evening” he brushed the hair out of your eyes, unintentionally brushing against your scar, his touch so soft unlike the one that had given it to you. “No, it’s fine, it’s only right I tell you. You’ve spent all this time looking out for me and Forrest and you still know nothing about me.” Your waitress came back with your drinks placing them down on the table with a smile, you both thanked her before she turned away. You took a sip of your drink as Bucky examined the way twitched around anxiously.

 “I met him when I was 22, my nana had left me her café in her will, so I’d been running it for about a year and it was the happiest I had ever been. When we first met it wasn’t so bad, he was semi sweet I guess, would take me out to the movies and stuff, but he was possessive, if a guy even so much as looked at me he would attack them, I guess I should have left then, but I’d never had a boyfriend before, so I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. When I moved in with him that’s when things really got bad.” You stop to breathe for a moment, eyes not moving from the candle flickering on the table, watching how the wax dribbled down the stick. Bucky reached his Vibranium hand into yours, the cool of the metal soothing your flushed skin.

“As soon as I moved in, he treated me like a maid, which I didn’t mind, but if I ever missed something, he would get mad. I remember the first time he hit me like it was yesterday. I had done the washing up but didn’t put it away like he’d asked, I told him he could do it for once, and he slapped me… I can still feel the way it made my cheek burn.” The lump in your throat was hard to swallow as you carried on. “He’d hit me for every little thing I did wrong, to the point I’d be going into work with black eyes telling customers I fell down the stairs, I’d always heard about those women who lie about being hurt by their partners, but I refused to believe it was actually happening to me. The bruising was so bad sometimes I couldn’t go into work, that’s when he suggested selling the shop… To save face… I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I went along with it anyway, thought it would be easier to do as I’m told then risk the consequences of saying no.” You huffed. You felt the odd tear slip down your face but chose to ignore them.

“The worst was probably when he’d had a party, and I sat next to one of his friends, he didn’t like that, he wouldn’t let me speak to people, he limited who and when I spoke to people, I probable only saw my parents three times in the five years we were together. Anyway, once everyone had left, he went on a rampage, I was kicked into next Christmas, and he threw several glasses at me, a few of them smashed and one piece got stuck in my face” You pointed to the scar by your eyebrow. “I got taken into the ER, and I had a broken collar bone and a few cracked ribs, he told me when I got back that if I ever flirted with his friends again, he'd kill me”

“Why didn’t you leave sooner?” Bucky’s jaw was tensed, the muscles under his shirt tight with anger. “I never had a reason to, I thought I deserved everything that happened to me, then I found out I was pregnant, he instantly assumed it wasn’t his, told me to ‘deal with the problem or he would’ I knew I had to get out of there then, I had a reason. I took his car when he’d left for work, I didn’t know where I was going, I knew I couldn’t go to my parents in Cali, he’d find me, so I just carried on driving until I got here.” Bucky wipes away the stray tears that fall down your face, and holds your cheek in his hand, tugging your chin up so you meet his eyes. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me all that, I know it’s not easy dealing with traumatic bullshit” he nods assuring you he understands, and it’s all you need. “Thank you” you whisper, a small empathic smile gracing your lips. You pull forwards into his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck, you take in his scent, he smells like the perfect mix of wood and spice, the fragrance filling your nose. His arms wrap around the small of your waist, hands spreading against the silk of your dress, digging in as if to pull you closer. His lips moved to brush against the shell of your ear. “Wanna get out of here?” his voice low. You only nodded without pulling away.

You soon reached the front door of your house. You couldn’t help as you walked down the driveway but nosily check Sarah’s house, noticing all the lights out in the front of the house, a good indicator everyone was in bed. Before putting the keys in the door, you turned to face him, not knowing if you have a sudden burst of confidence from the alcohol you’d consumed or the way he had listened to you tonight. “I really like you.” You nodded quickly assuring yourself it was the right thing to say. “I like you too.” Bucky agrees with a laugh. “No, I mean I really, like you. And I like the way you are with Forrest, and the way you look after us, while barely knowing us” This time you look into his eyes, finding his usual blues replaced by dilated pupils. He spared a breath, jaw ticking as he looked over your face dictating your next move.

With one strong Vibranium arm around your waist he pulled you into him, planting his lips firmly on yours. A short, sweet peck that lasted no more than a second before he pulled away. Stormy eyes returning, searching yours for a response. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him back to you. You pressed your lips against his enjoying the soft feel of his working against yours. The kiss was passionate, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, his tongue glided along your bottom lip, a faint moan falling from the back of your throat as his tongue pushed through, his hands gripped at your waist harder, one gliding along the curvature of your back, down to rest on the top of your bum. Your fingers laced through his hair tugging in appreciation. He took a step forward pressing himself right up against you, needing to feel you closer to him. You let out another louder moan as his tongue swirled against yours, he backed you up to the door, trapping you, not that you minded. His mouth left yours and you chased hi with another kiss, he laughed softly at your eagerness, his lips caressing the side of your face, kissing over your scar, as well as your cheek and jaw. “We should go inside” he teased. Nodding eagerly, you unlocked your door, practically pawing at each other as you stepped into the house.

 Hearing the kitchen light switch on, you pulled apart, just enough to see what was going on, Bucky’s arms still around your waist, yours on his chest, but the smiles on your faces soon turned sour. “Well, isn’t this cosy” Your eyes widened, you felt yourself shrink into yourself, only this time Bucky was there behind you to protect you from the start. “What are you doing here Matt?”

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[afewproblems]

Give me older Steve and Eddie, in their mid-thirties, an established couple at this point, seeing Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Ring in theaters in 2001.

Steve never did get around to reading the books but he loves Eddie and its a movie, so what could go wrong? He liked Star Wars well enough didn't he?

And the intro narrations plays, a woman's voice explaining history and legend in soothing lilting tones as the story begins to play out on the screen. Steve barely touches his popcorn the entire time as he meets Frodo and Gandalf, as Bilbo disappears from his own birthday party and he gives the ring to his oldest friend, as Frodo and Sam make their way to Bree, as the Ring Wraiths chase Frodo and Arwen through the forrests.

Steve grips Eddie's hand tightly as Arwen tells Frodo not to give in, he misses the loving grin that Eddie shoots him before turning back to the screen.

Gandalf falls, Borromir sacrifices himself, Sam tells Frodo he doesn't mean to leave him. That he won't, he can't.

Steve struggles to wipe his face surreptitiously, he still has Eddie's hand gripped in his left while his right is clamped tightly over his mouth, he ends up letting the tears flow freely, it's fine, he's fine.

The last few hours have flown by and the lights come on slowly as Steve sniffles quietly, he swings his right arm across his face roughly and laughs softly as Eddie asks him how he liked it with a small grin.

"It was alright," Steve says with a watery voice, he smiles at the cackle Eddie throws his way. Eddie helps him up and draws him into a long hug, not caring of the people filing out of the rows of seats around them.

"You okay sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs as he pulls away.

Steve nods and sniffs once more before looking up to catch Eddie's eye, "there are two more after this huh?"

Eddie snorts and brings his arm around Steve's shoulders as they begin to follow the last of the stragglers, "Of this story, yeah why?"

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh, "might finally give those books you love so much a peek".

Eddie hums and leans in to press a soft kiss to Steve's temple, "I think we can arrange that".

[redbleedingrose]

What do the batboys do for hobbies in your opinion

Hobbies for Bat Boys!

Rhysand

Okay so to be honest, I feel like Rhys is constantly stressed out being high lord and having to make all these heavy decisions, so his hobby would be something super relaxing and something you wouldn't expect.

First off, Rhysie is such a fashionista, just like his mother. He is absolutely going out with you to pick out all your outfits for the season. You are probably the best dressed female in Pyrthian and it is all because of him. He goes out of his way to custom design outfits for you, often playing a role in hand tailoring dresses that don't fit you perfectly so that it fits you like a sleeve. He knows different styles that look amazing on you, even when you don't think so. All the ladies of Valeris follow your fashion sense, not knowing that it is actually Rhys who is the trend setter for the night court.

Okay, this is kinda out there, but!!! I feel like Rhys would also just love flipping homes. He didn't realize this until after the attack on Valeris, but when he began to help with rebuilding the homes that were destroyed, he realized how much he enjoys the intricacies of designing a home, and surprisingly, he loves the handiwork of it too. Maybe it is the Illyrian in him that finds satisfaction in building something from the ground up. Once the homes of Valeris are rebuilt, he is really bored and can't figure out why until he decides to create a vacation home for just the two of you, and then he realizes what he has been missing out on. Now, he likes to build vacation homes for you and your future children and grandchildren from the ground up.

Cassian

For our daddy Cassian, I think he would pull a fast one on you and be really good at baking. You would think for a big, burly, hunk of a male he would be into wrestling or training as a hobby, but I think he sees it as more-so a job than a hobby. It comes to him when its nearing your birthday, and he is tearing the house apart to find the old recipe book his mother used to create birthday cakes for him when he was just a babe. Finally, he finds it with all these recipes that have tiny handwritten changes inked into the pages, and he realizes that his mum poured her love into her cooking and baking. So he tries to do that for you. Because he loves you more than he can possibly describe. So he bakes a five tiered black forrest cherry cake, with marachino cherries he hand picked from Summer Court (which he had to sneak into and out of with the help of a certain spymaster) and fudge imported from the Autumn Court. It turns out to be the best cake you and he have ever eaten, and thus begins his journey as a home baker. Cass becomes extremely good at making pies, cakes, and macrons. He never shows up to a family dinner without some form of dessert. At this point, even Elain can't complain because the sweets he brings are just too good.

Another hobby that I think Cass would have would be going to nursing homes or daycares where he can interact with the elderly and little babes. He always brings a dessert in tow that has the children literally climbing on top of him. He listens to the stories that the elderly have for him, taking note of all the lessons that he learns from them about love and life, sometimes sharing the stories with you in the deep of night like the little gossip he is. And he likes to play games with all the little babes, encouraging them to join him outside so they can play hide and seek in the woods behind the daycare. Sometimes you tag along because the babes love story time with you, complaining that Cass doesn't show the drawings for long enough like you do.

Azriel

The shadowsinger is indeed a singer.

He spends a lot of time in his private office with you lounging on the couch nearby reading, taking the time to develop different song lyrics and hymns for you. It is the one thing that he inherited from his father that he is willing to accept, is his musical creativity. He likes to collect different musical instruments and uses them to create different toons that he will only ever play for you. Sometimes he puts on one male shows just for you, playing the piano while softly singing you a song that he wrote with you in mind. He could spend hours trying to figure out the different keys and notes that he can achieve just to formulate something that might put into words how he feels about you.

I think Az is also the kind of male who is really interested in learning dead languages. He would find this ancient book in the libraries beneath the the House of Wind, and could spend days if you let him, trying to decode the meaning of the books. He likes the phenotics and analyzing different poetry and trying to make sense of what fae in the past felt and thought.

To expand on the last point, Azzie is def the history buff of the bat boys. He loves learning about the history wars and times of depression in the past, and how the world came together to make something better. You think that he thinks it brings him hope, and teaches him lessons that he can't get from anywhere else. He tries to apply them as spymaster of the night court.

Plus his reading glasses make him look incredibly sexy so you aren't complaining.

Masterlist

What do we think the hobbies are for the Vanserra bros?

[eyesore-boi]

Bad thoughts give me bad dreams

And my bad dreams make me sleepwalk

So guess who sleedged a week ago? >:]

Already gave most of my thoughts on the show in the huge review/rant i did a bit ago, but i suppose i can give a quick synopsis here. ....is really good i loved it and it well forever take up space in my brain-

Buuut with that said, let's just talk about the art! I really like this piece! Simple, i sketched it out right after i finished the show, but i'm real happy with all the colors and just the overall mood i was going for, felt good to draw Dave again now that we have a more proper, concrete ref, and guess who just found out how to make costum brushes with those pills in the backgrouuund? >:] ....it is a little embarrassing that only n o w i learned how to do that but shhhhh-

And oh! Wanna tact this on too, but i also decided to doodle out the Moobles and how i think they'd look, since goddamit if the TV show won't show them then i will >:]

But anyway, not much else to say, so if you'll excuse me ima leave TEOS running on one of my tabs for a whole month, so cya theeeen :D

[the-traveling-poet]

Hello again! 😆💗,

Thank you very much for fulfilling my request!😩. I did not expect you to fulfill it so quickly, and this made me very happy. It was funny and CUTE 💗.

Well, I have a lot of ideas, but Idk how to write them but I think it will not be as fun when I read it from someone else’s writing. 🫳🏻

It is the same idea. Fem!TitanReader X Levi, The events take place when Annie kidnapped Eren, and the reader chases her in her titan form, but Annie was able to escape after leaving the reader with dangerous injuries, and she was left alone because there wasn’t enough time to treat her until the mission was over, and Captain Levi didn’t find her among the soldiers or treatment tents, so he decided to go back to look for her, and when he found her, she was still in her titan form. She fainted and half of her limbs were still trying to regenerate.

���(Thank you for fulfilling my first request. If you have some time, I hope you will fulfill the second request, so I can be silent in peace. Lol)

Shifting Scares

During the 57th expedition beyond the walls, everyone was on edge. While Commander Erwin hadn’t specified all the details for their plan, a select few knew the danger this put young Eren Jeager in. In order to use him as bait to draw out the ‘abnormal’ titan hiding amongst their ranks, they’d need all the protection they could get. So naturally, they’d tasked you; their secondary titan shifter, to stick close to the young boy. As plans shift and fail, you’re left with no choice but to take on the threat single handedly until help could arrive. But no one knew the danger this would place you in, until it was nearly too late.

Pairing: Levi x Titan shifter! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, language, fluff, s2

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: Awe ofc lovely! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first one, and I hope I did part 2 justice! Sorry for such a long wait. Work got in the way and I had some personal issues that really took me for a turn, but here I am!

Enjoy ~

Part 1/ish

“Eld, you’re taking the lead from here. Tether the horses and get Eren out of here until I give the signal.”

The second in command gave a brisk nod in return, then turned his attention back to the front.

Just behind him, you gripped the reins holding you to your horse tighter and grit your teeth. It had been a close call, for the past several minuets. Really, it had felt like hours; galloping at top speeds to escape the grasp of the titan behind you all. You’d lost count of just how many times you’d felt her ginormous calloused fingers brushing your back through your cloak.

You’d understood why you had been placed at the rear or the Special Operations Squad. You knew it was to cover the flank and provide even more security for the young boy in front of you. But damnit if you hadn’t been scared shitless the whole time despite your agreement.

Chancing a glance back towards the front, you caught your Captain’s eye. He stared seemingly into your soul from the front of the small formation, as thought he was looking past your gaze and into your very mind. After assessing you a moment longer, he gave you a small nod. One you had a hard time returning.

“L/N, you know the drill. Watch their six. Should anything happen, you’re to act as defense.”

“‘Course, Captain,” You mumbled, trying to shoot him a smile. Though it looked more panicked than reassuring in his eyes.

Looking you over one last time with a flash of what you could have sworn was concern, he turned back to the front and crouched up onto the back of his mare and gripped the handles of his odm gear and shot off up into the forrest surrounding your path. A moment of silence accompanied his departure, and you couldn’t help but worry for his safety above your own as he returned to the Commander’s side.

Humanity’s strongest or not, the lot of you had never gone toe to toe with another shifter.

The silence followed you all up until you came to stop near a large oak, where you dismounted your own mare at Eld’s call and prepared to tether her to the tree.

“Don’t worry sweety, you’re well out of danger here,” you murmured to your loyal steed, petting across her forelock gently before shooting up into the trees with the rest of your squad.

Grappling onto the first of many branches that would bring you nearest the top of the large tree, you glanced over at Eren with a smirk as you pressed down on the lever of your gas containers; a wordless competition for a race.

Sensing your mischief, Eren rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t quite hide the interest he took in your silent challenge.

Racing through the thick limbs, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself despite the dread this mission had placed the entirety of the Corps in. But a little fun far away from the danger might help ease the boy’s mind, right?

And maybe yours, too.

The two of you touched down nearly in synch, catching your breath as you playfully shoved at one another’s shoulders with mumbles of disagreements for who’d won.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you both stopped and stared ahead with wide eyes. The rest of the SOS had made it up to the top before the both of you, much to your disgruntlement.

“Oi, you shifters…or whatever they’re calling you now; you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Oulo grumbled out, folding his arms loosely across his chest.

Shrugging your shoulders with a careless smile, you strode past him and jumped over to an adjacent branch and took a seat with your back propped against the trunk.

“Just lessening the tension,” you sighed, closing your eyes a moment.

“Lessening the tension, my ass. You act as childish as Jeager.”

“Hey!” Eren scrunched up his face and jutted his chin, squaring his shoulders as though ready for a fight.

“Oulo that’s enough!” Petra cried, shooting her companion a glare. “Captain Levi said that Commander said this was of utmost importance, so you’d better act like it!”

“Of course it’s of most importance dear Petra, I just don’t see why Captain placed me here among you children instead of taking me with him for assistance.” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, his posture aloft and dismissive.

“Assistance in what? Impersonations?” Gunther scoffed from his place leaned against one of the thick tree trunks with a humored grin.

“Wh-I do not…”

“You do, Oulo.”

You smirked to yourself on the opposite branch. Their banter never failed to boost your moral. Especially now with so much clouding your mind.

You listened in as Eren jumped into the banter, and observed how the conversation took a more somber mood a moment later. With a grunt you stood and brushed yourself off, waltzing your way closer to your companions.

“Eld’s right, we’re in some weird shit right now. But don’t you worry Eren, we’ve got this under control,” you comforted the younger man with a grin.

He returned your smile, seemingly more at ease now with the reassurance of his friends. His shoulders were less tense now, and his hands finally fell from their fists.

With a frown you lowered your gaze to your boots. You understood his rage towards the beast. A devil, really. Another shifter in Paradis; only, this one was bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Hearing all those strangled cries behind you on the trail, accompanied by sickening crunches from bones snapping into pieces and tearing through flesh…It sickened you, made you see red as your hands shook. You’d had to restrain yourself as much as Eren from breaking formation then and there to take her out.

So many lives lost…So many you had to repay…

A sharp crack off in the distance startled you from your thoughts.

Turning to face the direction your comrades all stared off at, you saw a plume of black smoke shoot up over the tree line.

“A flair signal,” Eren gasped.

“That’s our cue. It’s gotta be Captain’s signal to regroup. We’ll head that way immediately,” Eld addressed you all, finally a small smile tugging at his thin lips.

“This’ll all be over soon. Gunther, watch the rear with Y/N. Petra, Oulo, stay at Eren’s sides. I’ll take the lead.”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, already clipping your handles to your blades. Taking a stand beside Gunther, you shot him a grin as you watch the others shoot off into the forrest ahead of you.

“No crazy stunts, L/N. Not till we’re back in HQ.” Gunther chuckled, loosening up more now as he shot off ahead of you.

Rolling your eyes, you leapt from the tree to catch up. “Yeah yeah. You keep Oulo and Petra under control, I’ll keep Eren and myself sane.”

As the forest flew past you in a blur, and your friends in front of you continued to banter back and forth through the air, you allowed yourself a deep breath of relief.

So far, everything had gone to plan…

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“Levi, restock on your gas and blades then regroup with your squad. We must get Eren out of here as soon as possible.”

Scoffing under his breath, Levi watched as the carnage below nearly drowned out his Commander’s order. As the titans ravaged the unknown shifter’s steaming corpse only meters below him, the Captain ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“My tanks are full, and my blades were replenished earlier. I’ll be fine,” He countered, shooting a raised brown over at the tall blonde.

Erwin didn’t budge, his sharp gaze fixated on the scene below. “That’s an order, Levi. Restock, then regroup,”

Assessing Erwin only a second longer, Levi clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

With that he shot down to the ground some ways away from the titans and quickly topped off his gas containers and placed new blades into the metal scabbards at his sides, before loading up a flair gun and taking off the way he’d come.

No matter how fast he flew through the trees scanning for any clues as to where his squad had gone, he couldn’t escape the rush of worries running through his mind.

If she escaped, she could be ahead of me…with them. If she didn’t, then we threw lives away for nothing yet again.

If she did manage to escape, and I don’t reach my squad in time…

Levi shook his head and grit his teeth, pressing down harder on the gas trigger.

No, I will reach them in time. I haven’t given the signal yet, so they haven’t moved from the trees. They shouldn’t have…They haven’t. They’re still there. She still there-

Levi’s train of thought was quickly interrupted as a shape came into view amongst the trees. A deafening crack bounced off the trees around him, with a light akin to lightning illuminating his surrounding more then they already were. A shift had occurred, no doubt, but from who, he had no way of knowing.

Through the yellow hue, Levi came to a brief stop near the object and sucked in a breath.

Twisted in his own wires, the lifeless gaze of Gunther’s eyes stared back at his face.

With newfound urgency, Levi was once again shooting through the trees.

I was too late. She did get ahead of me…

A second crack lit up the forrest, making Levi’s hands grip his handles all the more tightly as he listened to the undeniable scream of Eren’s rage resonating through forrest. Damnit, where were they…

Grunted curses flew from his lips nearly as fast as he shot through the trees, desperately scanning both the tree tops and the floor below for any sign of movement. Or dare he think, any sign of what might remain.

A scream he knew all too well filled his ears as he entered a clearing in the wood, knocking him from his line of focus. Whipping his gaze this way and that, he was unable to see where she might have gone. Instead, all he saw were the broken remains of his squad lying about in heaps across the trampled ground.

Goddamnit Y/N…Not you too…

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What felt like days might have only been hours. Or even just minuets. Every second that passed you by only reminded you of the pain that coursed through every limb.

And still I failed…

Of course the flair signal had been a trap. You should have seen that coming. As Gunther fell victim before your very eyes, and the figure weaving in and out of sight to your left finally took form in the shape of the dreaded shifter, you’d lost yourself to panic a second longer than you should have.

As you were corned in the clearing, it took Eld’s spine snapping into two for you to shake yourself out of your panic. You’d failed to act as defense before now, but you’d be damned if you let this devil claim you all.

You shifted quickly, screaming at Eren to run. Your transformation distracted the female titan just long enough for Oulo and Petra to blind and immobilize her.

But not long enough for them to completely escape.

You’d charged her with a shriek, determined to avenge your fallen squad. Blow after blow you delivered and received, but never once did you waver.

Even when her stronger jaw bit clean through your arm, severing the limb halfway up the humorous. Even when your legs were clawed from your hips and your face torn nearly in half.

Even then, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

Briefly you registered Eren charging in behind you as you clung to the female titan, ripping through the skin of his hand to kickstart his own transformation. You could do nothing but watch as he tackled her, and in turn you. With your broken body flung to the side, you were unable to dodge the next blow thrown your way. The hardened skin of the titan’s heel came crashing down only a foot away from your nape, making your world go completely black.

Now, unable to claw your way out of your titan, you were left steaming in the woods. Unable to move, unable to call for help.

Whether Eren had defeated her, you feared you’d never know. Regardless of the outcome, you started to think that maybe this fate that had befallen you was well deserved.

What good was a shifter like you when you couldn’t even complete an order?

The sound of wire cables anchoring into the trees somewhere around you caught your attention. Though you couldn’t see through titan’s eyes, you could still hear. Straining to listen, you heard the zipping of cables cease, only to be replaced by rushed footsteps and a panicked call.

Another moment of silence followed, in which you were only slightly aware of a presence standing on your titan’s back. Blinding light filled your senses, and you felt your body being forcefully removed from the wreckage.

Finally able to see, you turned your head with a grunt to see just who had pulled you out.

Forehead damp with sweat and evaporating titan blood, hands shaking as they held you up into a seated position with a pained grunt. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow.

“L-levi?”

“You don’t have the energy to talk, brat. You’re not healing as fast as you normally do.” Levi grumbled, observing your steaming body.

A raspy chuckle escaped your chapped lips despite yourself. “Probably cause I got stepped on. Should have seen what I did to her though.”

“I did. She escaped.” He replied bluntly, picking you up with ease as he stood.

Letting your head fall against his shoulder, you let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t act fast enough. If I had…t-the squad…she wouldn’t have gotten away-“

“I said you don’t have the energy to talk brat. Focus on healing yourself while I rush us back to the front. They’ve started to depart, and I’ll be damned if we’re left stranded out here alone.”

Humming half heartedly in agreement, you closed your eyes as you felt him shoot back up into the trees. For a minute, you did try to focus on healing. But at the moment, that felt impossible.

No; undeserving.

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t save them.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” The soft tone of his voice surprised you, making you peer up at him.

“You did what you could. And it’s more than any of us could have done. Both you and Eren will be returned to base soon enough. I’m just glad you survived.”

“But the others…Gunther, Eld, Petra, Oulo…”

You felt him physically shudder at their names being spoken. Undoubtedly, you knew he had seen what you had. Shying away from his gaze, you kept your eyes on your steaming skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he sighed, coming to a stop by grappling into the nearest tree and kneeling against the bark with a pained huff. “I wasn’t there in time. Not only did the bitch get away, but it left you injured in the process. I never wished for you to end up in this state.”

You examined his face, what of it you could see as he turned away. The pain etched into every mark lining his furrowed brow only made you feel worse.

“I won’t end up like this again, and that’s a promise. I’ll get stronger, I’ll be better,” you whispered, gently tugging at his chin to make him meet your eye.

“It won’t be like this next time. I’ll train more, prepare more…so that I can save more.”

Finally, his frown let up and his brow relaxed. Cradling you more firmly against him, he caged you in his arms and shot his wires into the next tree. To your surprise, he looked down to meet your eye before taking off again; this time, with a hint of a smile.

“Well unless this training idea of yours involves setting me up in another damned tree without my gear, I’ll be there with you. Every step of the way.”

[amatsuchan-eiliniel]

Hello, I hope you're having a great day, we've probably met on the Discord server, and I have a question, what are your favorite drawings that you've made of your OC's or ship, and I'd love to know more about them

Hiii! Thank you for your question!

My fav drawings of ALL TIME are probably these ones:

Because I put a lot of efforts into them (and we can clearly see who's my favorite)!

Concerning my ships, well I currently have two comfort ships (OC x canon) that are Hunt Bunny (Hopper x Rook) and Crowned Birds (Flurin x Vil)!

Hunt Bunny turns a lot around Hopper past and his anxiety, since he's a huge anxious boi just trying to survive, and he lived so much things in the past... especially when it came to his body. Rook was always watching him from afar since the first year, and especially since he was very curious of the books Hopper was reading. He was surprised Hopper didn't see him like a weirdo! Their first encounter was near the woods behind the school, while Hopper was obviously reading :3 Rook ended up showing Hopper a little clearer in the forrest during a walk, and they ended up just sitting near each other with Hopper reading out loud his book for them both. Rook has always a tendency to compliment Hopper, making him all flustered and shy, and the most cute thing about them is that Rook genuinely helps Hopper whenever he needs, when he's having anxiety attacks or that he's just anxious. Hopper fell in love with him because he was the only one that was doing that for him.

I do have a whole doc about them, I will surely share my thoughts on them in a dedicated post!

As for Flurin and Vil, it turns a lot around Flurin being entirely dedicated and devoted to Vil. At first Vil saw him like a fan among the others but he realized it was so much more. They met in first year while Flurin was still in RSA :3 And they realized their feelings in third year. Vil sees Flurin as a person who doesn't see him only for his physical beauty, but also for his whole personality, mentality and his soul. Flurin really acts like a prince charming or a knight towards him, and sometimes he even acts like a bodyguard! Their love language is definitely quality time an acts of service. Flurin treats Vil as thought he was a real queen!

But again, I will do a whole post dedicated to them later!

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: When In Rome - Scott Forrester x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @district447 @soultrysworld @delightfulheroshoeflap @upsteadlogic @ottitt @@too-strong-to-lose @hearthockey @alice30martini @tems13

Hitting the Hotel Stay Bingo Square

It’s in a hotelroom in Rome that Scott makes love to you for the first time. The Fly Team have just finished up a case in the capital, the flight back to Budapest isn’t until late morning so it means another night at the hotel. It’s a gorgeous place with an ornate ceiling that draws it’s inspiration from the Sistine chapel.

Scott sits alone on one of the couches in the hotel bar, listening to the sounds of the staff closing up around him as he tilts his head back and stares at the artwork above him. He studies the hues of the clouds, the way they blend into the sky as the blue ebbs and fades.

It’s been a tough couple of days, both for the FBI and Europol, he knows you’re at their offices right now, filing your paperwork and getting chewed out by your superiors. It’s the reason he’s waiting up for you. Despite the fact you work for Europol, you’re still a part of his team, your losses are his losses and vice versa.

He’s always been attuned to your presence, he doesn’t have to look up to know you’ve walked into a room, he just senses the shift in the air. It’s the same tonight, there’s a subtle change before you drop down onto the couch alongside of him, hip and shoulder bumping against his.

“Waiting up for me?” You ask him, with a slight teasing tone.

He tilts his head towards you, those bright blue eyes of his studying yours. He can’t explain the way he feels when he looks at you, he sees a kindred spirit, someone who tactile, ferocious. The life the two of you lead it’s not meant for settling down, relationships they come and go because partners don’t understand the nature of the job. It can be isolating, lonely.

 “I thought you might want to talk.” He tells you, his hand slipping into yours. You squeeze it tightly and he squeezes back.

He means about the case, the fact you both watched a man who orchestrated so much fucking misery walk free because he’d struck a deal with the folks back in Washington. He knows you’re just as devastated as he is. You don’t hide that shit from him, the same way he doesn’t hide it from you. For four years you’ve been each other’s port in the storm and now Scott wants more, he has for a long time. He can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, he can only acknowledges that it has.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

The wounds are too fresh, too raw. He needs time to process, to sit with it. He reaches out, his fingertips tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear before his hand cups your face, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

 “No.” He says quietly, his gaze meeting yours. “But I do want to kiss you.”

He leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. There’s a tenderness in Scott that others don’t see, he can be firm, unrelenting but when he’s with you, you see his vulnerability, you feel it. When he kisses you tonight, you realise he’s offering you another part of himself, one that he’s kept locked away for a very long time.

You kiss him back and he moans into your mouth, his fingers threading through your hair as he draws you into his lap. The time, the place, they all just slip away because the only thing he can focus on is you, how good you feel pressed against him. He whines when you pull away, his skin flushed and eyes bright. You smile against his lips, your fingertips chasing over the stubble of his cheek as you whisper.

“Take me to bed.”

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[moseslikellamas]

Thorn of Winterfell pt. 2

Pairing - Stark!OC x Benjicot Blackwood

Summary - The march to war continues with a stop at the Twins and then Raventree hall.

Warnings - some depictions of violence, lore™️, sketchy depictions of medieval hierarchies, spoilers too I suppose. I won’t be completely following cannon but I’m drawing heavily from it.

Word count- 2.1k

Everyone say thank you awoiaf.westeros.org, we love you awoiaf.westeros.org for providing all the lore in an easily accessible manner. Picture is of the unimpressed Syana

Syana decided she liked Forest Frey's wife. She was a young woman not much older than her. She was a loud and funny woman who was charming without trying to be. Sabitha didn’t take any shit from anyone. She was domineering to the men and graciously sweet to the women. Syana got the sense the woman would ride out to war herself if she had the option. But she had a good attitude about it, joking that the twins would screech to a halt if she so much as took a stroll about the gardens. She meant it as an exaggeration joke but her underlying tone suggested it was not.

“Come on you great lot of boring louts! We’ve got a single night and who knows what will come to pass after you leave these halls. Let us have some music and dancing!” The glare she sent about the room when no one moved, set everyone to their feet.

Syana danced first with the prince Jacaerys who looked more and more strained by the hour, his face set in a permanent pout.

“The riverlands are going to think you’ve let the north smother your fire if you keep frowning like that, my prince.”

He set his jaw even tighter, his hand squeezing hers tightly while they spun around the room.

“I should go. Fly back to my mother and talk to her.”

She refrained from rolling her eyes at him. They’d been over this a million times already.

“Lord Dustin doesn’t think its a good idea. You heard him, we don’t know where Aemond is or if he’s watching the skies to Dragonstone. But you can’t outfly him if he is. We know they desperately want what we have, Harrenhal. You can help us here, my prince. Besides, your mother hasn’t seen fit to call you back.”

He shot her a dark glare before sighing deeply. “You’re right of course. I just can’t stand waiting.”

Syana knew he hadn’t taken any time to process his brother's death. There was no time for it, they were marching now and before long many more would be dead. Forrest Frey had taken two hundred knights and six hundred infantrymen with him to join with the three hundred Blackwood archers at Harrenhal led by Rob Rivers, bastard brother of Lord Samwell. Said to be one of the best bowmen in the riverlands. She hoped they had already arrived and that the road ahead of them was clear. Another force was waiting for them at Raventree hall with the heir. Another young man like her brother, called Benjicot. Endearingly referred to as Bloody Ben, for his penchant for carnage. His father had been killed during the battle of the burning mill, Sabitha had told them sadly.

“Come on my prince, you must’ve had many dancing lessons. Show a girl a good time before she heads to war will you?”

He smiled ruefully at her but stepped back at the end of the song before leaving the hall altogether. She left the floor to find her brother, who was hiding behind a stone column pretending not to hear the music playing.

“You know, you might try dancing with one of them.” She nodded her head towards the gaggle of Frey women obviously looking at her brother and giggling.

Cregan frowned, uninterested. He didn’t bother to look at the women. And she felt for him, his wife had been his childhood best friend. A love that couldn’t be easily set aside. They all loved Rickon but the hole Arra left in their life was cavernous. The little heir often resembled his mother in the most painful ways.

“Not every woman can have the steel of a northerner brother and likely none as fierce as Arra. But there’s another out there for you.”

He raised a brow at her, pinning her with his stare. “And what about you? Plenty of men pining away for a chance with you.”

Syana hadn’t found a single man who didn’t bore her to tears.

“They do not make real men of quality anymore brother. It's all brutes and fools, I'm afraid. Would that I could switch with you. I’d rather search for a lady.”

“I think Sabitha is looking for a woman.” Her brother replied.

She smacked his chest, smiling. “Shh. She’s like to hear you and then you won’t make it through the night.”

The two of them laughed for a moment, basking in a sense of normalcy that only comes with family.

“We ought to sleep.”

And there was her brother back to his normal serious self but she agreed. They bid Sabitha a good night, she had winked at Syana behind her brother's back, and they departed together.

***

Syana woke before dawn and dressed quickly. There was a chill in the air that did not bode well for them. Outside mist hung heavy in the air, obscuring the troops as they headed out. She was on her horse Shadow, all of the Starks were on horses. They bred them specifically and started children riding once they could toddle. Syana was good with her bow on her horse but pretty useless when it came to sword fighting on horseback. She preferred to pull back, reorient herself so as to utilize her bow. If that failed, she was expertly good at knife throwing. Though untested as of yet in actual battle.

Since they had set out from Winterfell she'd been buzzing mentally. A dull thrum of adrenaline was ever constant. She hadn’t slept well due to it. The knowledge that they could be attacked at anytime set her teeth on edge and she kept checking the skies for any signs of dragons. When Jace took to the sky, she didn’t feel any better about it. She just started looking specifically for Vhaegar, nervous for Vermax.

Myrian did not help the ominous feeling in the air by sniffing every few minutes and saying in disgust, “Something’s gone foul in the Riverlands and it's not the bodies.”

“What do you mean? What bodies?”

Myrian had simply stared at her with that too knowing look the Crannogmen often had. Presumably she was referring to the bodies from the burning mill but Syana knew Myrian did not always say what she meant.

“The winds are full of the smell of dead stones.” She settled on eventually repeating.

Syana didn’t have the patience for fortunes and prophecies. No one ever interpreted them right and they usually died in some horrific manner anyway. She just nodded sympathetically at her friend and continued on.

***

It had taken them a fortnight to reach Raventree hall and the last leg had been wracked by storms that rivaled the stormlands. It had been so miserable and muddy. Every person in the troop tramped wherever they stayed into a mess of deep thick mud.

It was muggy and humid. Syana wore her hair in two braids down her back but she had hair plastered to the side of her neck and face with sweat. She was wearing the thinnest clothes she owned but they were still too thick in the heavy air. They’d been let inside the castle walls and after stabling their horses, set out to meet the new Lord of Raventree hall. Who had not come to meet them. But her expectations were not high of someone nicknamed ‘bloody’ anything. Her brother was not impressed though, he seemed a bit miffed about it. She had to hide her laugh with a cough.

They found the Lord in the yard, fighting. Of course he was, she rolled her eyes. He was fighting four on one though and absolutely destroying his opponents. He seemed to know where they were going to move before they did it and he used that to confuse them. A pair smacked into each other, their heads knocking together in a comical display that seemed out of place when he hit a man with the hilt of his sword so hard in between the eyes she heard the bone crunch. For the last guy he threw his sword aside, bared his teeth like an animal and advanced before ripping the man's sword from his hands and using it to cut a delicate slice just under his eye. He then held the tip inches from the man's eyeball.

“Do you yield?”

The man, obviously terrified, yielded.

Syana stood there with a disgusted look on her face as the men picked themselves up. They were his men and his blatant cruelty was pointless. It didn’t teach them anything and it didn’t make him look like a smart Lord. She did not have time to talk to her brother before the man was approaching them, covered in blood.

“Enjoy the show, Lord Stark? Care to give it a go yourself?” The lord stood half cocked back, leaning on his still bloody sword.

Syana was seething at the question. Cregan could stand to knock this one in the dirt at least once. But her brother was as stone faced as ever which just this once was probably the appropriate response.

“We’ve come a long way.” She sneered for her brother. “We’d appreciate you showing us to our rooms.” She gave him a tight smile at the end that was not meant to be nice.

He’d shifted his eyes from her brother to hers, never changing his posture. “Well, I’ll be. The Thorn of Winterfell has left her frozen palace.”

Cregan had his sword pulled and pointed at the lord of Raventree before he finished his sentence.

“Benjicot! Stand up straight and wipe that fucking smirk off your face or I swear to the gods you’ll be picking your teeth up.”

A dark haired woman approached, having apparently been watching the encounter from afar. Then striding over she addressed them.

“No need for that Lord Stark, please. My nephew is an idiot and he’s a poor one at that.” She glared at said nephew, who was looking properly chastised.

Cregan quickly pulled his sword back sheathing it before giving her a look that said, ‘Can you fucking believe these guys?’ And she could, sadly that’s what happens when everyone dies fighting all the time. She hoped Cregan lived to be ancient, so old that he cursed the gift of life for lasting too long. She couldn’t bear to live a life without him. It was another aspect of her reluctance to marry. Marrying meant leaving and who knew when she would see her brother again. If she would see him again. The wrong husband could mean she never saw Winterfell again. And that was intolerable to her.

“Please, follow me. I’ll show you to your rooms and you can freshen up a bit before dinner.”

Weary and tired they followed. Raventree hall was a queer castle. It had a timber keep, rather than stone. It had beautiful massive oak beams that ran throughout and she could vaguely see carvings in them. Supposedly the Blackwoods moved into the castle when the king of winter drove them from the wolfswoods. And if you believed further rumor, drove the brackens from the castle before taking it.

As they walked through the wooden keep, they came across a panel of diamond windows that overlooked the godswood. Syana stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the weirwood tree. It was massive, so big it was hard to comprehend. She had nothing to compare it to, it was taller than the castle and so wide it seemed impossible. But no red leaves sprouted from the limbs and that made her feel cold inside. Like she was standing on the precipice of bad luck.

Cregan grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her along. The group seemed uncomfortable at her looking at the tree. Sore subject it would appear. They arrived at their apartments quickly after that and Syana pretended to enter her own room. She waited until her hosts left and then went to dart into Cregan’s room. Only he’d had the same idea and the door swung open, nearly banging into her.

“Thank the gods. Brother, must we always be the most responsible people in the room? It's enough to drive anyone mad. And where is Prince Jacaerys?”

He gave her a questioning look. “You are never the most responsible person in the room. The prince will arrive when he feels his scouting duties satisfied.”

“Ugh. Whatever. What about this supposed ‘lord’?”

“A bad man to have on your flank if he can’t control himself. Bloodthirsty can be useful but how well do you think he listens?”

“Listened to his aunt pretty well. But who can say what a man does on the battlefield.”

“We’ll find out soon enough.” He looked grim and she couldn’t help but to pull him into a hug.

“You’re going to live forever brother. They’ll call you the oldest man to live, an old winter wolf.”

Then she said a prayer, thinking of that dead weirwood tree and trying to will a better future into existence.

He squeezed her tightly back.

[gothic-lottie]

Writer Interview Game

Thank you for tagging me @espressoristretto-patronum

When did you start writing?

I sort of had a project in highschool into a couple years out of highschool but it crashed and burned but I'm hoping to rescue my characters and world building from that project. I'll never write with a coauthor again because of it.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I like fantasy without captivating, relatable characters, I probably won't read it though. I also like dystopian books (big Orwell fan) and in those I care more about the Big Message™️ and world building.

Whats your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Women who can kill me and pretty men. How else do you get inspired?

Could kill me Pretty

(these are Caira and Lenya btw. If anyone ever wondered why I like Ominis so much… Lenya has been around for years before Hogwarts Legacy.)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

One sec… it's easier to just-

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I would absolutely die if I was ever compared to Patricia C Wrede or Jennifer A Nielsen. The Enchanted Forrest Chronicles and The Ascendance Trilogy (now longer than a trilogy) were my life till I was like 14. I'm definitely nowhere near their level but I hope to get there someday.

Are there any recurring theme in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Death and autism. No, I'm not surprised

What is your reason for writing?

Well, right now it's because I'm kinda really sick so I haven't been able to do much else for almost a year. I've always felt like I'd go mad if I didn't get the stories out of my head and give them true form though.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Any comment honestly. My fic is long so not many people have followed all the way through so comments on my newest chapters are the best because it makes me feel a bit less like I'm talking to a wall. Comments on older chapters are just as appreciated though, I know starting a long fic can be really intimidating so I really appreciate when someone decides my story is worth the time dedication to start it. I especially love hearing what your favorite parts of chapters were, especially if you noticed one of my many subtle details that I don't think anyone will notice.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Idk. I'm just a person telling stories and drawing.

What do you feel is your greatest strenght as a writer?

I can draw anything I can't adequately put into words. I think it really helps communicate the feelings I want in a lot of scenes and also helps amplify certain comedic moments.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Honestly, I don't know. I'm not very good at flowery, pretty language and I think my writing ends up sounding a bit bland sometimes. I'm also afraid my plotlines end up a bit… I don't know how to describe what I think is wrong with them. Confused maybe? Unrealistic? It's a probably unfounded anxiety.

Tagging @rypnami @jeongyunhoed @ladyofsappho @ravenwind-75 @saibugslegacy if you haven't done it already.

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

Is there artist you like / think that need more attention

Like music wise or artist wise

Well i mean lots of people know nine inch nails but i wish more people listened to more music than just closer because its the that song, and also addressed the super cool thing goinng on with year zero and the whole story line regarding uhhh what ill call the hand of god

Forrest day needs more listeners. BIG fan of forrest day… sighssss… a new song just got released this year, its very good i think people should take a listen. Then of course 🤑 everybody’s fucking with my mind 🤑

Drawing and animation wise definitely Tara Bilinger and Zach Bellisimo though, i wish long gone gulch got so much more attention and wouldve loved to see it become a show but, yknow :(

For physical art, Peepcosplays dead space props, ok LOOKING ASIDE FROM THE FACT ALL HE MAKES IS DEAD SPACE STUFF, it is all incredibly sccurate to the game, he makes full suits and weapons, and they are spectacular. Also the video editing is just super cool showing off the remake level 3 suit (every day i open etsy so i can stare at the dead space 2 advanced suit helmet because it is so so so so so so good and it makes my brain melt down my nose)

[mozukumi]

100k Shirosieg? I know you may never have time to write, but how do the plot/vibes go in your head

Anon thank you so much for asking!!! I am so happy to talk about this AU which has remained dormant in my brain for like. A year and a half now.

For context - I started cooking all this up while I was playing fire emblem: revelations, which I did after I had already beat conquest once and birthright like… 3 times? '

I try and do different pairings each time I play, while keeping things as strategically and romantically as interesting as possible - but not every pairing can end up perfect. Notable for this au is that I ended up with a Peri!Siegbert and a Felicia!Shiro

i actually have published a bit of fanfiction about Peri!Siegbert, because I find it to be really fascinating. It gnaws at my brain.

But the basic genesis of this fanfic was this: how the hell is Siegbert supposed to have any optimism and pride and hope for his country when his mom is fucking Peri. Like. It goes deeper then that. But truly - how do you reckon with that?

Well. Maybe he's just barely keeping it together. Maybe he's going to explode soon. And maybe your best bud from the war happens to notice this. And in an act that will not fix any of the structural problems, he decides to arrange a marriage between Siegbert and his cousin Caeldori.

Normal. Normal! Further plot summary + some bonus drawings under the cut.

This all takes place in modified version of Rev, where Corrin sided with Hoshido at first but was able to recruit some Nohrians to her side towards the end of the conflict. But the consequence is that the ending political situation isn't just "now we're all friends" it is very much more leaning towards "Heyyy can we keep Nohr trapped in the torment nexus for 400 years". This is partially due to the fact that Sakura died in this version, and partially due to well. How the game treats Nohr to begin with.

Half of the second gen were in the canon deeprealm space time ovens during the war - Siegbert, Shiro, Caeldori, Forrest, and Ignatius are the relevant ones. They're anywhere between 16-20 when they're recruited from their deeprealm.

The other half of second gen are born post-war, and are normal babies. Kiragi, Percy, and Rhajat are the ones I have firmed up. Percy literally never comes up in this AU I just have a soft spot for Arthur x Beruka and I want them to have a normal family life. Or as normal as they're going to get lmao.

The exception to all of this are Sophie and Dwyer, who were Normal kids who had their parents killed during the very beginning of the war. Silas and Jakob, who in this version had years of romantic tension and basically got married immediately after the war started, adopt them. You just have to trust in my weird yaoi.

Sophie and Dwyer aren't sent out into battles - they stay in the mycastle as a butler and maid. Sophie is REALLY BAD at being a maid.

About 1-2 years after the war, at a celebration of the birth of Prince Kiragi (whose mother is Mozu btw. I'M LITERALLY MOZUKUMI! I'VE GOTTA DO IT!), Siegbert has a breakdown in front of Shiro. He confesses that he doesn't know if he can do this anymore - he had all these ideals about being a great king like father, but his resolve is starting to crack, and he doesn't know if he can believe father even is a great king. Not after all he's done, and especially not after he continues to not just tolerate, but love his mother - Peri.

Shiro offers his best bro a way to get out: get into an arranged marriage with his cousin, Caeldori. Since everybody still hates Nohr due to stuff from the war, it can be posed as like, a political bargain/punishment to take their crown prince and marry him into Hoshido, as well as a potential olive branch for future unity.

And Siegbert is conflicted... but he accepts the offer.

For her part, Caeldori accepts this because of her loyalty to Shiro and her country. She's conflicted - she's a romantic at heart, and she's been nursing feelings for Dwyer for ages. But her duty must come first. She knows the pressure that Siegbert faces.

So now we have a couple of plotlines going on: Siegbert as he adjusts to this new country, Shiro realizing that maybe the reason he made this offer was because he kind of wanted to marry Siegbert himself, Caeldori struggling between duty and love, and the folks back at Nohr scrambling to make sense of the new normal.

Nobody in Nohr wants to be next in the line of succession. Elise, whose an adult at this point (I haven't gotten a firm timeline yet, but the war took a couple of years + this is a timeskip to after the war), just had a baby with Hayato. And now everybody is kind of just sitting there hoping that this kid grows up to really fucking love being a ruler.

Also - Felicia ! She's Shiro's mom, remember? And... she was a political hostage from the Ice Tribe. And what's happening to Siegbert isn't quite the same - he had a lot more say in the matter then she did. But it's still an echo of her bast experience, and she proves to be one of his biggest allies. He's winning the mother-in-law competition.

The vibe of the whole thing is like... mainly interpersonal drama? It's also partially about examining some of the insane stuff Fates puts out into the lore and then never elaborates on.

if you have any follow-up questions, i'd be happy to answer them!! tysm for letting me ramble.

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

The new gig heralded a big reunion between the fast and furious driver and Chicago P.D. co-creator Matt Olmstead, who writes and executive produces on FBI: International.

“There’s so much action, the first episode is great,” he teased. “When Matt and I first started talking about doing this, we discussed who this character was going to be. I love Matt’s writing, which was one of the biggest draws for me to do this. He delivered; that first episode was so much fun and it felt like a pilot.”

He continued, “When you meet Wes, he’s in this complicated relationship and he’s obviously married to his work. You’ll see his girlfriend throwing out his shit because she thinks he’s cheating but he’s not. He’s just a hard worker but they get into this fight, and that’s how the episode starts. When he goes off afterward with his partner, who’s a close buddy, they get involved in a shooting when they’re chasing this robbery crew. But when his partner gets shot, Wes becomes a man on fire and chases these guys to Budapest. He reconnects with Cameron Vo (Vinessa Vidotto) there, with whom he has this whole backstory…The episode is packed with a lot of characters, backstories and a lot of action. It’s a great starting point for this new season of FBI: International and this new energy.”

The “new energy” arrives following the exit of Luke Kleintank, who led the series as Scott Forrester across the show’s first three seasons. Forrester made his final appearance in episode 11 on May 7 and his character was written off in the finale of Season 3 as having gone on the run with his mother with the pair heading to Alaska. In the final beats of the finale, the Fly Team fully welcomes Tank (Green) into the fold and is adopted by Raines (Carter Redwood). Does that mean he could be returning for a meet-and-greet with Wes?

“Wes meets Tank and Tank signs off on Wes,” Soffer confirms. “Everything is cool so hopefully that gets me some street cred with the fans. Trust me, I know Tank is the star of the show. We had a really cozy, cuddly scene in the second episode, so hopefully that will be a treat for the fans.”

In addition to the beloved black Giant Schnauzer, Soffer will also be joined on the show by his friend and Station 19 star Jay Hayden, who will portray Agent Tyler Booth in episodes to air later in the season, as we reported in September.

“You have no idea how exciting it is. It’s so cool,” he said of working with Hayden. “Jay is one of my best friends for over 15 years. We studied acting together, we taught together. We used to coach each other on auditions. We were both on TV at the same time, but I was in Chicago and he was in Los Angeles, so we hung out during hiatuses. It’s a dream come true that we get to work together on the same show. I hope the fans like our dynamic.”

Soffer further teased that Wes and Tyler “have a really cool backstory” and “have been through some shit together.”

He continued, “Wes marches to the beat of his own drum and doesn’t always do things the right way. He doesn’t go by procedure and is more like, ‘Yeah, we’re gonna get it done and we will figure out if there’s a solution somewhere.’ Jay’s character Tyler is even worse than that. He’s like, ‘We’ll do the wrong thing to get it done…’ For Wes, Tyler is his bad angel and Smitty [Eva-Jane Willis] is the good angel because he’s somewhere in the middle.”

With Wes and Soffer’s Chicago P.D. character Jay Halstead both being law enforcement professionals in the Dick Wolf Universe, it was inevitable that both were present in Soffer’s mind when he was shooting.

“[Playing Wes], was both easy and hard at the same time. It’s tricky because they’re both cops, so their situations, their procedures and their lines of dialog and [using technical terms] like, putting out a BOLO or giving a description of somebody, all those cop thoughts are the same,” Soffer said. “The easy part is that Halsted had so much baggage at the end of P.D. and had been put through the wringer and was such a brooding, dark character. But Wes is like a breath of fresh air; he’s much lighter, carefree, and kind of unaffected. I have joked a couple of times that they do hold the gun the same way.”

Seeing Soffer with a new love interest on FBI: International caught me a little off guard as a long-time Chicago P.D. watcher who half expected Haley (Tracy Spiridakos) to appear—no disrespect to the actress who plays his love interest in the series. Hey, it’s an Upstead thing and Haley did leave P.D. for a job with the FBI. Although Soffer is not playing Halstead anymore, it could be a fresh start for both Haley and Wes.

“Hypothetically, she exists in this universe,” Soffer said of Haley. “And if she ever showed up in Budapest, Wes would be like, ‘Do I know you?'”

He added, “Hey, you never know.”

[trainerspiral]

Forrest leads me through the gate into the orchard, the Lombre marching at his side and muttering sullenly to itself. I can't help but sigh at the beauty of the old trees, their branches clustered with berries of all colors.

My mind glances back to my previous visit here, so long ago. Ro and I had been traveling together, and things between us were getting tense. The Berry Master's house had been a bright spot on that difficult journey--a much-needed reprieve that allowed us to clear the air while we did humble chores in exchange for berries.

Back then, though, a simple wooden fence had enclosed the orchard, providing a lovely view of the woods beyond. Now a formidable stone wall topped with spikes hides the outside world completely. Stretching over the trees, its jagged shadow casts a sinister pall over the idyllic orchard.

"Why the wall?" I ask.

Forrest sighs. "Same reason we need to patrol." He pauses at the end of a row of Oran trees and points. "See there?"

I draw in a sharp breath. Three of the trees at the end are stunted and dead.

The Lombre mutters in a discomfited way. Forrest pats its head. "That's from a Grimer outbreak."

"Grimer?" I ask in disbelief. "Out here in the woods?" There are some naturalized Grimer in Hoenn, but the only places I've ever known of them congregating in significant numbers are the underground passes near Mt. Chimney, where they enjoy the heat and volcanic fumes.

Forrest nods grimly. "That big tech company, Koynlab? They started mining up around Mt. Chimney three months ago. Grimer and Koffing are dangerous for the workers, so the company has made an effort to clear them out of the mines." He scowls, anger darkening his amiable features. "Of course, they insist that they're keeping their environmental impact low. There's been a media campaign to convince the public the outbreaks are caused by stuff like trash burning and littering and unsecured dumpsters. But they can't fool us."

Koynlab. I think of the V4ST, of Nifti, and my stomach sinks. "I'm guessing the government hasn't been much help?"

"You guess right," he says drily. "We think their new lab in Sootopolis is creating a lot more waste than they say, too...the outbreaks seem to be moving in that direction." He shrugs. "But nothing's come out in the official inspections, so who knows."

"Anyway." He gestures at the dead trees. "A few months after they started mining, some Grimer squeezed under the fence and did this. A couple weeks later a bunch of Koffing ruined an entire crop of Cheri berries. Our Pokemon are mostly grass types trained to help with planting - our main defense was a team of Gloom that kept pest Pokemon out with their smell. No help against Grimer and Koffing, obviously. So we had the wall put in, and me a few others started training guard Pokemon." He sighs. "Unfortunately, the berries are too tempting to Pokemon to leave them in here unsupervised. So someone has to patrol when there's an outbreak."

"That's terrible," I say sympathetically.

"Yeah. We're dealing with it though." He smiles. "Anyway, it's getting dark. I better start working on that garden. Just walk around the perimeter with your Pokemon and keep an eye out. If you see anything sneaking in, you know what to do."

I'm not so sure, but I make my best attempt at a reassuring smile and thumbs up. He returns the gesture and goes back to the garden with his Lombre, leaving me alone in the swiftly darkening orchard. I turn and begin and steady march along the forbidding wall.

As the orchard falls into twilight, electric lights on poles flicker to life among the trees. My shadow stretches and shrinks as I pass each one. An evening wind rises in the trees. After 30 uneventful minutes, my nervous vigilance dulls and my less immediate anxieties slink back into my skull.

I hate how much the Berry Master's words bother me. It's you that doesn't know how to fight. Despite the pain of losing my Pokemon and the shame of my years in obscurity, there's still a nasty little piece of ego left to wriggle to the surface. I think of my Kalos team, my Champion team, of all the hard years of training and battle. I think of the world-class trainers I defeated, the talented upstarts whose meteoric rises ended with me, and my pride burns like dragonfire in my chest.

Then I think of ASH's face, of his poor Metagross, of the satisfaction I felt as I ordered my Eelektross to deliver the attack that would prove fatal. The fire churns inside me, but it doesn't go out; it only ignites the old argument with myself again, the schism between the part of me that wishes I'd been the loser and the part of me that could never have swallowed that loss.

And I think of Coba, tangled in String Shot as the Silcoon prepared to strike. Would he have survived if it had hit him instead of me? Logic says the answer is almost certainly yes--Pokemon do get killed, but they're tough, so much tougher than humans, made for fighting in a way we can only envy. Jumping in front of him was pure stupidity. The old me would never have done such a thing, treating a Pokemon like a helpless baby.

I stop in my tracks. Why did the Silcoon attack Coba? I squeeze my brain, trying to remember every detail of the scene. I was yelling at the V4ST, and when I turned back around he had been attacked. And while it was not strictly impossible that I'd be stupid enough to turn my back on an aggressive wild Pokemon, I didn't think that was the case. After all, Coba had not been hostile to it in any way. He had refused to even approach it.

But I started yelling at the V4ST, and Pokemon almost universally hate yelling. Maybe I had been the one the Silcoon perceived as dangerous.

And if that was the case, maybe Coba got hit because he'd tried to protect me.

Pokemon may have trouble understanding your words, but they understand your heart just fine.

It's not that Coba can't fight. It's that he knows I don't want him to.

It's unclear how long I stand there in the deepening dark, feeling the weight of that thought, before the wind shifts and I notice the smell. Rank, rotten, rancid--few words are adequate to describe it. Sewage, formaldehyde, body odor, brimstone--a rich, full orchestra of putrescent notes.

It's not hard to pinpoint the direction it's coming from. Against all desire, I cut across the orchard and head toward it, praying it's coming from the other side of the wall. At first I see nothing; I think I've got lucky. But then I notice a gleam--wetness caught in the electric light. A mucilaginous tendril of purple ooze creeping through the tiniest hole in the masonry, already puddling on the dirt below. Within seconds a wide, wet eye squeezes through.

I tear out the V4ST's ball and throw it to the ground in front of me. The Porygon2 bursts out.

"V4ST! Psychic attack!" I order.

The V4ST looks at the quickly-coalescing Grimer. Then it spins in a circle, looking all around itself. Then it looks at me.

"Drr-drr," it drones.

My heart lurches, but maybe it just doesn't know that attack. "Tri-Attack!" I say. No Porygon2 would be without that attack.

"Drr-drrrrr," it repeats, with more emphasis this time.

"Why?!" I shout.

The V4ST swoops toward me with a series of caustic beeps as the last glob of the Grimer begins to slide toward the ground.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you!" I say, my voice high and tight with fear. "I'll be nicer, I promise, but please, please help me!"

The V4ST beeps harshly. Then it taps its beak hard on my breast pocket, making a dull clunking noise as it hits Coba's ball through my coat.

"Drr-drr," it reiterates.

I lurch back as the Grimer makes a sudden lunge in my direction. The V4ST whirls around to look, but the sludgy beast seems satisfied that I'm no threat. It starts to ooze toward the trees.

There's only about 30 feet between the wall and the first row of trees. Grimer are slow, but if I don't do anything it will get there and start destroying the orchard.

And I understand the V4ST's meaning. It can protect me, but it can't act as my Pokemon.

It has to be Coba.

I look hard at the V4ST. It looks back at me, impossible to read. I feel my hatred for it rising and swallow it down. It's not fair to blame the V4ST for doing what it's meant to do. I have to trust it to take care of things if they get out of hand.

Even if getting out of hand means Coba turns out to be a Missingno. Even if it means losing him.

As I pull out his ball, I'm more afraid than I've ever been going into a battle. But I remember the words of the Berry Master--words that old youngster me apparently needed to hear after all--and I do my best to call up the old battle-readiness of days past, and I throw the ball with all the ferocity I can summon.

Hearing the ball, the Grimer whirls toward the new threat with a wet snarl, and its stench hits me with nauseating force. Coba squeaks in shock and turns, scampering back in my direction.

"Coba!" I say, speaking to him for the first time in a commanding tone. He stops, studying me quizzically with one little black eye.

Through the sickness and pain and fear, I manage to stab my finger toward the Grimer and snarl, "Mud-slap!"

For a terrifying second, Coba simply looks at the Grimer, which has fixed him with its full attention now. He takes a bound in my direction, and I'm afraid he's going to refuse again.

But then he digs his little forepaws into the earth and shoots backward, sending a plume of mud directly into the Grimer's face.

The Grimer folds in on itself, handlike pseudopods swiping at its mud-caked eyes. I let out a shrill whoop of triumph, then choke on it as the V4ST drifts forward, its eyes laser-focused on Coba. My heart throbs in my ears and I feel my knees weaken as it hangs there, calculating, and then slowly turns to face me.

"Bi-bing," it chirps.

A beautiful sound. An undeniably affirmative, happy sound. I fold over with a sob of relief.

But I can't collapse in a blubbering heap just yet, because the Grimer makes a disgusting phlegmy noise and hawks a glob of Acid in Coba's direction. It goes wide thanks to the blinding mud, but it's a timely reminder that the fight isn't over.

"Great job, Coba!" I shout hoarsely. "Mud-slap!"

Coba performs the move again, and the Grimer burbles with pain and rage. It flings out a pseudopod and this time the attack connects. Coba shrieks as he rolls end over end toward me, and the Grimer surges forward.

"Coba!" I shout, locking every muscle in my body to keep myself from repeating the stupidity of my Silcoon encounter. He stands up, looking shaken, but he turns and hisses at the Grimer. I order another Mud-slap as the toxic Pokemon bears down on him, but this time his aim goes wide and the Grimer's Acid attack hits true. He screeches in pain and staggers to the ground as the poison seeps in.

I withdraw him and turn to the V4ST. "Help!" I plead.

"Drr-drr," it says, and I realize the Grimer has turned from the fight and is closing in on the trees. The V4ST is under no obligation to protect the trees, and now I have no way of protecting them, either.

Except one.

Clenching my jaw, half-thanking and half-cursing Ro, I pull out an empty Ultra Ball and let it fly before I have a chance to change my mind. It pulls the Grimer less than a yard from the nearest tree. It rolls around a few times, and then the light goes out.

"Bi-bing," the V4ST says.

@novelistash

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 051 - The Laser Ball of Doom

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 26 - The Expanse

Another Season Finale! I'm curious to see what this one has to offer, the over-arching plot has been a lot less present this season than it was in Season 1, so I really don't know what's gonna happen here.

So the episode opens with a weird sphere thing showing up at earth then just carving a huge line into the planet. What this thing? Why a line? Why did it just vanish after drawing a single line? I guess we'll find out later.

The episode also opens with a follow on from last episode, with the Klingons discussing how Archer escaped them, and the Captain has gathered the whole crew together. Apparently the laser ball killed 7 million people, and Enterprise is being called home, at full Warp 5 speed. Trip, is understandably worried about his family. The Laser Ball had a pilot, but the species is unknown. Just as Archer is dealing with situation, he gets kidnapped by the Suliban. AND HE GETS TO MEET SHADOWY VILLAIN GUY!

Obviously Evil Shadowy villain guy says the laser ball was sent by a race called the Xindi, who have apparently been told humans will wipe them out in 400 years time, and are preparing an even bigger laser ball. Archer just trusts obviously evil shadowy villain guy on this for some reason, then is taken back to enterprise. But uh oh, then the Klingons show up.

A lot just keeps happening in this episode, and it really doesn't give you time to think about everything that keeps happening before moving on. Possibly intentional, but it's still jarring.

Apparently, the co-ordinates Archer was given are in a region of space called "The Delphic Expanse", a region of space where strange shit happens. So, Enterprise is being given some weapons upgrades. Soval seems desperate to stop Enterprise from going to the Delphic Expanse for some reason, first attempting to get a psychiatric analyst to declaring Archer unfit, then showing Archer and Admiral Forrest a video of a distress call from a Vulcan Ship the expanse. The video of the distress call is brilliantly shot, and on it's own would be a brilliant little piece of horror. But I'm not trusting them, the Vulcans have lied to us before, and I imagine they're hiding something there.

We also find out the Laser Ball carved right through trip's home town and killed his Sister. It's weird seeing Trip so Angry. Understandable, but still weird

Critical to T'Pol's character arc, Vulcan Command are recalling her to Vulcan, and she finally decides to disobey them, staying on Enterprise against their orders. Even fighting Archer to stay on board. Love to see it.

The Final fight between the Enterprise and the Klingon ship during the final stretch into the expanse was also great.

But the episode is clearly an allegory for 9/11 and the 2003 Iraq War. Not inherently a bad thing to Allegory, but if this is the direction season 3 is going to go in, I am worried about how little time passed between the event and the episode's production. Doctor Who also did a 9/11 Allegory, but that was in 2005, with a few more years of hindsight. When Doctor Who did it, it was a pretty good commentary on how much of a farce the Invasion of Iraq was, and more of a criticism of the response to 9/11. This episode was aired in May 2003 and very much doesn't have that hindsight, so I am worried it's going to play things a lot more straight, but I will remain cautiously optimistic.

I am really excited to see how the series plays with the Delphic expanse. A region of space where the normal laws of physics don't apply is super interesting, and I want to see what creative situations they can put the cast in with it. Onwards to Season 3

[its-been-rose]

Hi it’s the anon that asked you not to leave the fandom I’m back again to gush over your art.

The way you draw everyone is so. SO good. Your designs are canon to me, idc what anyone else says yours are just so good

AND THE WAY YOU DRAW FORREST AUGH you draw him so hot that I start actually fanning myself I’m—

AND!!! Don’t even get me started on the way you draw Marie and Henry like holy FUCK you make them both gorgeous

Aaaaaaaaa

And Peggyyyyy! Your Peggy design is literally exactly how I had pictured her when I had just started getting into the game.

AHEM anyways I am very normal about your art and about these characters and am definitely not in any way shape or form in love with any of them no sir not me

Hahahahah thank you so much! Thats really all I could’ve ever wanted, for someone to like my art.

And I’m so glad you like my designs! Especially Forrest and Peggy. I was a bit like hhhhh I don’t know how people would react to a Silver Fox Forrest but I think it suits him so well lol. As for Peggy, I also had a really clear version of her in my head. My Peggy design is like…. Only partly influenced by the in game face reveal (how dare they take away Peggy’s beautiful curls) lmao, most of it is my own HC design but I did have a look at all the in game canon faces when making my designs.

And the same goes for my Marie and Henry designs. Like I KNOW Marie would probably have her hair short to try and pass as a guy BUT- it’s the 80’s and long hair on guys WAS a thing then but also I wanted to try and make her design a bit more reminiscent to her senior yearbook picture, which has great big shoulder length fluffy hair. She has a very wide smile too which I do love to draw but she hardly ever has a reason to smile anymore : (. And yeah since I HC Henry to basically be a male clone of his mom, he’s obviously gonna inherit her looks lol

Just because you were so nice and like my Forrest design so much, I’ll give you guys another sneak peek at my one year anniversary drawing I have prepped. Enjoy~