#this was just a toughie 😭

[koolaidashley]

PART 7 FINALLY

sooo sorry for the delay I’ve been so busy the past few weeks 😢😢 n then the dialogue was rlly beating the hell out of me… BUT ITS OUT FINALLY WOOOOOOO

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[cerealmonster15]

life is like a metronome sometimes I reread my fics and go “heehee silly fun times” and other times I can’t get past 3 sentences with out going “NO this is CRINGE and BAD everyone that has ever said something nice about my work is a LIAR and an ENABLER and just FEELS BAD FOR ME” actually that says less about life and More about My Issues I think 🤔

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Ok so I already asked for txt can I request making out with Enhypen?

Yup! Ofc you can! Hope you like it!!

ᰔMAKING OUT WITH ENHYPENᰔ

SEND IN A REQUEST

pairing: enhypen!hyung line x reader

genre: suggestive

warnings: grinding (I’m sorry 😭), making out, mention of abs, voice kink (Jake’s)

ᰔHeeseungᰔ - Heeseung is shy, you can’t say anything else. Shyyy, but making out always is enjoyable. Great with his tongue, even though he says otherwise. He loves when you rake your nails down his abs and squeeze his biceps. The reason he wears tank tops, is for this reason. Overall, very sweet kisser.

ᰔJayᰔ - He’s so sexyyyyy. Making out with him, always in the lap. His hands will always be on your waist, and he loves when you take your fingers through his hair. And him and black turtlenecks, *chefs kiss*. He bites at your lip ever so gently and rubs his hands up and down your waist. He kisses very passionately, man you are one lucky person.

ᰔJakeᰔ - Let���s be honest, his accent drives you crazy. As he pulls you into his lap, he whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, with that thick accent of his. You slowly grind on him and he’s a rough kisser, just loves his hair being tugged, or him tugging yours. His hands rest on your neck, barely applying pressure, or in your hair, depending on the intensity of the make out.

ᰔSunghoonᰔ - this is a toughie. First of all, he’s fucking hot with his kisses. He has a grip on your waist, trying to stop from grinding up into you, he kisses softly and it’s just so nice. He loves you raking your hands up and down his chest, and him slowly grinding on you, the little moans he lets out into your mouth, 😩 he’s so sexy and so are you.

SEND IN A REQUEST

[femalemonsterhunter]

I'm very sorry for the fact that I feel so inactive rn on every social app/site like Insta and DA themselves regarding posting to something like my finished drawings for several reasons 😭💀💀, or somehow I forgot to even post this finished drawing I made in two or three weeks ago.

Also, here's my art style/AU version but (probably or not) the first attempt of CatDog from the eponymous Nickelodeon cartoon show, however, I somewhat deliberately just separated them as instead of trying to draw them as originally conjoined twins, which I can't do for such good reasons. And plus, I even thoughtfully headcanoned their full name, if it's that simple.

Yeah, I more or less remember when I liked this cartoon show SO much when I first saw it on TV with Ukrainian in my school age (and ofc, as I recall, there was also a one Russian language for the voice of Cat), and then ofc in my adolescence, but still in a school age ‘till 2017, somewhere in 2015 to 2016 (if I don’t even know than I remember) as I used to use on big bro’s old laptop as in every way re-watched every episode of CatDog and even drew barely a lot like in my Star Heart Heart (basically known as “Girl and Friends” since was cringy ass old but former name of my Crossover AU project ‘till 2018 or 2019 its name was literally changed to ”Star Heart” atm, apparently) version and others, and ofc I had a constant but weird crush on Cliff, cuz I have no idea how to explain it, but he is still for me a toughy awesome and totally badass dog guy on the list of favorite villains 🙈. And regardless of the fact that he still bullying Cat for all sorts of unclear reasons.

Anyway, any of you guys have also seen this cartoon show before since your childhood or something?

And still, I hope you enjoy my version of CatDog so honestly.

Art and idea names and more for the main CatDog characters are belongs to me (C)

Cat and Dog from the CatDog are belongs to Peter Hannan and his eponymous production/Nickelodeon Animation Studio/Serom Animation/Rough Daft Korea (C)

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Escape Artist - Chapter 4

Wheee, chapter 3 was a toughie 😭 So now what? Who did Ella call? Can she pick up the pieces? Will she ever be free?

Yep, another chapter already. Genuinely think I'm addicted to writing this story and River generally. It's a sickness and I'm not mad about it 😂

Would love so much to hear what you think! You can always message if you're feeling shy - my inbox is always open, and if you have any requests, go for it! 😘

Taglist: @theskytraveler @moonmaiden1996 @acrackintheteacup @succulentthief

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

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Chapter 4

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa with some mindless police procedural on TV. His phone had dropped on the floor and vibrated noisily against the wood until he'd stirred and reached for it. He half glanced at the caller I.D but it didn't register in his brain until the call connected. 

“Yeah?” He answered, his voice low and gruff with sleep. 

“It's me,” he pulled the phone away from his ear, purely to check he wasn't imagining the sound of her terrified voice. 

“What happened?” He was on his feet and tripping over the coffee table before she had a chance to reply, and when she did, it was only to tell him that she didn't know where else to go. “But where are you? What happened?”

“We're at Slough House,”

“I'm on my way.” He found a clean t-shirt and dressed in the dark, grabbing his go bag as the front door slammed behind him. He barely touched the brake as he made his way to Slough House, didn't stop for red lights and didn't so much as look at the speed limit. He was wholly unprepared for what greeted him when he made it to the office. He rounded the first set of stairs to see Ella at the top, poorly lit by the fire exit sign she held a baseball bat usually found behind Shirley’s office door and looked more like the ‘final girl’ of a horror film. “Fuck. It’s me, El, it's just me.” River stumbled back down the last couple of steps and she dropped her guard, the bat fell limply to her side. As he climbed the stairs again and got closer, he could see the cut on her forehead and the dried blood on her face. She waited for him at their office door and shoved the bat at him. Inside, he could just make out a mop of dark curls snuggled under his coat on the floor. Ella's phone was in pieces on his desk.  

“Kitchen, c'mon,” he pointed further down the hall, leaving the bat behind. “Clover's OK, she's sleeping,” he assured her. With the lights on in the kitchen, he could finally see her properly as she shrugged off the long, puffy coat she still wore. Her legs were bare in pyjama shorts and he could see purple bruises forming on her thighs. When she turned to put a cup of coffee in front of him, the oversized t-shirt hung loose around her neck, he quickly shifted his gaze to her face, ashamed that his mind wandered to places it shouldn't given her current situation. “Sit down, let me clean up that cut.” He offered her his seat and retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink. He gently cleaned away the blood with a sterile wipe, she winced as he got closer to the cut itself. He touched her as lightly as he could, noting her bottom lip wobbling as she tried not to cry. He carefully covered the cut with a plaster and crouched down so he no longer towered over her. “You don't have to tell me -” he started but she cut him off quickly. 

“Can you see how bad the bruising is please? I'm not sure if I need to go to the hospital,” she asked in a small voice. It was the first time she'd spoken since he'd arrived and he marvelled at how she could sound so vulnerable yet so composed at the same time. He stood up and stepped back to give her space and she sighed heavily, grimacing as she got to her feet. She lifted the hem of her t-shirt to show him. The soft curve from her stomach across to her waist was dark purple, he could make out the edge of a boot print within the bruise and gritted his teeth. She continued to turn on the spot and he was momentarily drawn to a small black line tattoo of a four-leafed clover on her hip. She lifted the top a little higher and he swallowed hard as he caught sight of the underside of her breast. The bruises seemed to outline her ribs like a ladder up her body, he followed them round to her back which had fainter signs of discolouration. She dropped the t-shirt and looked at him expectantly. “Go on, say it.” She prompted him, her voice stronger this time. 

“Say what?” His felt weaker, even to his own ear.

“I told you so. You were right, after all. You knew you would be.” She said bitterly. He didn't respond. Instead he held open his arms, half expecting her to turn away from him after the anger he’d directed at her over previous weeks. Her bottom lip wobbled again and she stepped into his embrace. She held herself together for longer than he thought she would, but after a couple of seconds he felt her shoulders shake as she sobbed into his chest. He held her long after she'd stopped crying, waiting for her to let go first which she only did once her breathing had recovered. 

“I'm sorry,” he murmured into her hair, “I shouldn't have been angry with you.”

“But you were right. My ribs hurt now,” she whispered against him, her warm breath drawing goosebumps on his skin. She pulled away a little and frowned at his t-shirt, “your top, it's -” 

“It's fine,” he said, not remotely bothered by the tears she'd left behind.

“No, it's inside out,” she half smiled up at him, “and back to front?” She tapped the label lightly. 

“Got dressed in the dark.”

“Idiot,” Ella rolled her eyes and went to sit at the scratched wooden table. He took off the t-shirt and turned it the right way, he noticed her blush as she kept her eyes on the coffee cups. “So. Hospital?”

“I don’t think so. The bruises are only just coming out though. I’ll have another look in the morning,” he sat opposite her and reached for his own coffee. “What do we do next?”

“We?”

“You called me at nearly 2am.” She ran her fingers along the deep gouges in the table.

“I didn't know what else to do,” she admitted. “If he's conscious by now then he's probably not far off working out that I'm here.”

“Why would he not be conscious?” 

“I… whacked a bottle over his head.” 

“Good.” River hummed in appreciation.

“He got distracted by Clover coming downstairs, stopped what he was doing to me. It was the first thing I could reach, he just -” she slammed her hand on the table, “went down. I didn't even check if he was still alive.”

“And then?”

“We ran, just ran for ages, till I found a cab office.” Her hand tapped nervously against her mug, she looked at the source of the slight dinging sound and spotted her wedding ring. He watched as she twisted it off and placed it on the table between them. She rubbed at the raw mark it had left behind on her finger. They both stared at it until Ella spoke again. “I know you think it was a stupid idea to go back. And if I’m being honest, I knew I couldn’t keep up the good wife pretence.”

“Has it been like this the whole time?” He asked, not wanting to know the answer, yet at the same time trying to remember whether she'd tried to disguise injuries from him. 

“No, it was normal at the beginning. Just the usual pressure to -” she hesitated.

“Pressure to?”

“Sleep with him. Especially since he'd put his girlfriends to one side so he could play the family man. Meant I didn't exactly have much choice.” River tried to keep his face neutral.

“But in the end, he always moved the goalposts, always kept things shifting so eventually I’d slip up. As if he needed an excuse to raise his hand.” She sighed. “I’m not doing it again.”

“What’s different this time?”

“Clo saw it. I always tried so hard to keep it from her, but it’s out there now. She’s probably known all along, she’s not stupid. But he’s her dad, I just kept thinking I couldn’t take her away from him.”

“My mother ditched me because I got in the way of the life she wanted. All I’ve ever seen you do is protect Clover. You should be proud.” She laughed a little and shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve done nothing to be proud of. Dragging her from one shitty flat to another for six months and then as soon as she’s settled back at home, I take it away from her again.”

“To keep her safe,” he reminded her.

“And what good am I to her if I’m dead, River?”

“I won’t let that happen. No one here will."

“I need to get Clover out of the country.” River felt himself nod in agreement, then as her words sank in, shaking his head immediately. “I need a plan,” she declared.

“No, you need to get some sleep.”

“How can I? What if he turns up here?”

“He's not going to turn up, and you really need to rest. I'm here, I'm staying. In the morning, we can work out what to do next.” She shivered, cold again now the coffee was finished. “I brought my go bag,” he went back to their office and came back with a small duffle bag which he put at her feet. “There's clothes in there, you should get changed.” Ella’s eyes swam with tears again. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She asked sadly. River wasn't sure it was a good idea to open that can of worms given everything she'd been through so he settled with the easiest version. 

“Because you don't deserve to be defined by your past.” 

“River,” she sighed, “I don't know how -”

“Go and get changed, try and get some sleep. I'll be here.” He told her firmly. She took the bag into their office and he left her to rummage through it. He ran his hands through his hair pulling until it stood on end. She left the door between the rooms open. He went back to the table and put his head down on his folded arms. The relief that she’d called him was overwhelming, he’d spent weeks wondering if she’d call him or one of the others. She’d gotten much closer to Louisa recently, he knew she felt like he’d judged her for going back to her ex, but everytime the apology was on the tip of his tongue, he withdrew it. And he’d wanted to say I told you so but he’d folded at the first challenge, she’d been so defiant. He’d taken the brunt of her anger, she had nowhere else to direct it and it was only natural that she’d feel like she’d failed by going back. He eventually fell into a dreamless, broken sleep, waking on and off until signs of daylight began to appear through the grimy windows. 

*

He was filling the kettle when he had the unsettling feeling that he wasn’t alone. In the doorway between rooms peeked a pale face surrounded by messy curls. She was a carbon copy of Ella. He got out another cup and held it up, “tea?” She nodded shyly. She went to sit at the table, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. He put a milky cup of tea in front of her, feeling her eyes follow him around the room. He opened a few cupboards until he successfully found a packet of biscuits, turning just in time to see her eyes light up. “I’m River,” he told her, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Ella.

“I’m Clover.”

“Good name.”

“I like yours as well.”

“You feeling ok?” He asked, opening the packet and pushing them towards her. They both snapped their biscuit in half and dunked it in their tea, their matching actions making him smile. 

“Mummy’s still asleep.”

“She’s tired, she was very brave last night.” His words felt foreign to him, he realised he had no idea how to talk to a child. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d interacted with one.

“Is my daddy dead?” He coughed into his tea.

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“He's not very nice.” River didn't agree or disagree. 

“My mum is nice.”

“She is, she'll do anything for you, not all mums are like that.” She drank her tea quietly mulling over his words, occasionally looking at him as if for permission before taking another biscuit. He pulled his phone from his pocket and opened a word game Catherine had told him about, something about keeping his thoughts occupied. She preferred to keep a crossword puzzle book in her bag but River had opted for something to do on his phone other than doom scroll. Clover knelt on her chair and leaned over the table towards him, her pointy elbows on the wood and her chin in her hands.

“What’s that?”

“Game, want to help?” She nodded eagerly, gracing him with a smile identical to Ella’s. They played the game quietly, whispering to each other until Ella came in.

“Morning.” She was dwarfed by River’s jogging bottoms, she'd had to roll the waistband up for them to stay on her hips, and she'd pulled his sweater over the top of her pyjama top. She looked tiny and pale, her hair in a messy, impossibly high bun, but when she smiled over River’s head at Clover, she glowed. The little girl flew into her mother’s arms, “oof, gentle with me.” Ella muttered, her face contorted in pain when Clover wasn’t looking. Clover led her to the chair she’d been sitting on, “thank you lovey. You ok?” River got up to make more tea while they talked quietly, he put the biggest mug he could find in front of her along with a packet of painkillers which she took with a grateful smile. “Someone eaten all the biscuits?” She teased. River pulled the packet discreetly closer to him.

“Not Clover, mostly me.” He said. Clover grinned at her newest confidant. 

“Hmm, if you say so. Clo, can you do me a favour, can you get the notepad off my desk please? And a pen? I think we need a list.” Clover disappeared into the next room, happy to be helping.

“How’d you feel?” River asked, noting the way Ella’s breath turned to little huffs of pain each time she moved.

“Sore, really sore. Thank you for the clothes, god, I couldn’t deal with Ho seeing me in pyjamas. He’d probably start an Only Fans without me knowing. It'd have some cringey voiceover ‘do battered women turn you on? You're in the right place!’” 

“I'll kill him if he says a word,” River said roughly. 

“I think there'd be a queue.” Clover came back with paper and a pen just as the building started to come to life. Catherine appeared first, stopping at the top of the stairs with her mouth agape. “Morning, Catherine.” 

“Good morning you two. Early start? And a new apprentice?”

“Something like that, this is Clover. Clover, this is Catherine.” Clover waved and took the fresh bottle of milk from Catherine’s hand. Lamb arrived next, with Shirley right behind him. 

“Fucking hell, Cole. I had one request. Just one.” He muttered. Shirley gawped over his shoulder. 

“What’s this, a fucking pyjama party?”

“As long as it’s those tiny little silky bits, wouldn't mind seeing Cole in a tasty little number like that,” Ho joined them.

“You’re such a fucking perv, Ho.”

“I do think we need to watch our language,” Catherine warned.

“Fuck off, Standish. I’ll swear in my own house.” River frowned at the bickering while Ella patiently waited for them to finish.

“Jesus christ, what the fuck is going on here?” Louisa stopped halfway up the stairs, unable to move any further due to the backlog of people. Shirley pushed past Lamb and into the kitchen where Catherine had given up trying to police the language and was hunting for more cups. Ho planted himself on the windowsill which gave Louisa enough room to join them. She arched an eyebrow at Ella. “Rough night?”

“You could say that.”

“Right, Cole, explain?” Lamb sighed. 

“Wait! Wait a minute, please. Clover, would you like to come with me upstairs? You can help me work out what we need to do today. You don’t need to hear this lot arguing.” Catherine held her hand out to Clover who looked first at Ella and then at River. Ella nodded her approval.

“Thank you,” she smiled gratefully at Catherine. She waited for them to leave and then turned to the waiting audience. “Umm, long story short, I got away from Eddie last night. I didn’t have anything with me except my keys to this place and sixty quid. I’ve smashed my phone so he can’t track me anymore, not that it matters, he’s going to know I’m here.”

“Eddie Cole?” Shirley asked, incredulous. “Your ex is Eddie Cole?” Ella nodded. 

“You know him?” River asked.

“Everyone I know has brought gear from him, or from people who work for him. He owns most of the drug trade in London.” She shrugged. “Also he’s a fucking lunatic,” she added.

“Exactly,” Ella agreed. “So I need to get Clo out of the country.”

“I know someone who can get passports?” Ho offered.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lamb brushed him off. “You’re not leaving the country.” River was grateful he wasn’t alone in that argument. “Stay here, Cole, do not leave this building unless it's with one of these knights in shitty armour. Louisa, nip out and get a new phone and some clothes. I’m gonna make some calls.” He made his way to the stairs, leaving Ella and the others none the wiser. River watched Ella with concern, she looked lost and uncertain for a moment and then reached for her pen.

“Ok,” she nodded. “Ok, let’s get to it.” She scribbled a list and tore off the first page, handing it to Louisa. “This should be enough for a few days, I’m sorry he’s asked you to -”

“Don’t be, I won’t be long.” Louisa waved off the apology and gave Ella’s hand a squeeze before heading back down the stairs.

“Next, I need to call the school, call Sofia,” she muttered to herself as she organised her thoughts into list form. River watched in awe until he noticed Shirley glaring at him. “Hey?” Ella interrupted his thoughts, “can I borrow your phone, please?” she asked. He slid it across the table to her and she googled the number for the school, an easy lie about both her and Clover having a sickness bug tumbled from her mouth along with plenty of false pleasantries. She then called Sofia and explained where she was and what had happened lest she hear anything different from clients. Shirley and Ho had long since gotten bored and gone to their respective offices. As she went to end the call to Sofia, Ella paused. “Sofia? If anyone comes looking for me? Tell them to tell Ed that I’m winning this time, he can get fucked if he thinks he’ll see either me or Clover again.” River paused his doodling on the bottom of Ella’s notebook to see for himself the determination on her face, she blushed at his smile of encouragement. 

“I'm guessing he's not going to take that well?” River asked. 

“Hmm, it'll be a red flag to a bull,” she shrugged. “A lunatic bull if you listen to Shirley.”

“You're going to war then?” Ella hesitated for only a second. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm going to war,” she concluded. Louisa returned with bags filled with a fresh school uniform and backpack for Clover and enough clothes to last them both a few days. Ella tried to hand over the last of the cash she'd stashed in her desk drawer. 

“I'm not taking your money, Ella. The Park has accounts set up for emergencies, I just used that.” She shrugged.

“But you must've spent a fortune!”

“So Taverner will take it up with Lamb who'll probably tell her to fuck off. It's fine, honestly. Keep the cash.” Ella asked her to check the bruising which had now fully bloomed over her torso. “Apart from hurting like hell, I don’t think you need hospital. But I know nothing about internal bleeding,” she pointed out. “River, c’mere?” He followed Louisa’s voice and she pointed out a darker area of contusion on Ella’s ribs. “What do you think of this bit?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t look good,” he winced.

“Ouch, fucking hell that looks bad.” Shirley offered from where she’d been sitting at Ella’s desk.

“But is it ‘hospital’ bad?” Ella asked them all impatiently. 

“El, there’s a boot imprint in there? It can’t hurt to get it checked out.” River traced the outline with his finger to show Louisa where he meant.

“Shit. Ok, hospital it is.”

“I’ll take you,” Louisa offered. “Clover can stay here with Catherine.” They left Ella to finish getting changed. Safely in the kitchen, Louisa rounded on River. “What the fuck are you up to?”

“You should be ashamed.” Shirley jabbed him with her finger.

“Ow! What? What are you on about?” He asked, trying to think of what he could possibly have done to piss them both off.

“You haven’t stopped looking at her! Beaten women get you going do they, Cartwright?” Shirley fumed. “You’re disgusting.”

“I mean, it is gross, River. She’s literally at rock bottom, and what? You think that’s cute or hot or something?” Louisa’s eyebrows pinched together. “Men are fucking pigs, I'd definitely pick the bear.” She muttered to herself, River looked on, incredulous and confused. 

“No! God, what the fuck are you two on? You really think that I’d -... What bear?” he searched for the words through his outrage. 

“Well, she’s all vulnerable and shit, plenty of men would take advantage of that.” Shirley pointed out.

“Not me! Do I look like plenty of men?” They continued to mutter about how creepy it was, “will you let me speak?! Please?” Louisa sighed and gestured for him to continue. “It’s the opposite, alright? I was just thinking how brave she is. I know she’s got it in her head that I think she’s a coward but it’s not true.” He looked at his feet, embarrassed to have been caught out. “She’s… fucking fearless and it’s impressive, alright?” He muttered stubbornly. “I spent six months drinking myself stupid and fucking raging at everything,” he pointed out. Louisa agreed earnestly. “She’s just woken up this morning and she’s getting on with it. She told me she's going to war on this. I could barely get out of fucking bed.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s all going to be ok.” Louisa added.

“I know,” he concurred. “She knows it as well but she’s still willing to walk away even if it puts her in danger. We have to help her.”

“She is pretty badass.” Shirley said. “Sorry I thought you were being a weirdo perv. I thought Ho was rubbing off on you.”

“That’s a disgusting thought,” he replied, hurt that either of them would think so lowly of him. 

“Got my eye on you though,” she warned menacingly. “Last thing she needs is you fuckin’ leching all over her.”

“I think I’ll leave you two to it.” Louisa concluded, seeing Ella waiting for her in the stairwell. “We’ll be back soon.”

*

They reconvened in the kitchen once Ella had returned from hospital. She consulted her list, ready to tackle the next job.

“I still need somewhere to go tonight. I’ll call the shelter, see if they have anything for a couple of nights.” She mused, taking her new phone back from Clover who’d already been busy downloading games with Ho’s help.

“No need, whatcha think I’ve been doing all day?” Lamb informed her. “You’re one step away from witness fucking protection, Cole. Someone, naming no names, wanted to pack you away to Leeds out of the way. I told ‘em that wouldn’t work and he’d follow you.” Ella frowned, half dreading the alternative. She had visions of being dumped back in the mouldy flat. “So, I’ve got you into one of the safe houses not far from here,”

“Oh my god,” she breathed, pulling Clo a little closer to her.

“The kid gets to stay in school. They’ve already been informed,” he added before she could interject. “You’ve both got round the clock security for the time being. Until such a time where we come up with a better plan.”

“How on earth did you get round the clock security?”

“By volunteering this useless lot,” he gestured around the kitchen at the gathered Slow Horses, which now included Coe who’d been awol all day. “Coe has been up at the school today, he’s assessed the site and spoken to the kid’s teachers.” Ella looked over at Coe who gave Clover a little wave. “Between everyone else, you’ll have someone with you at all times. The house comes with dogs outside whenever you’re there, courtesy of Flyte’s team, a panic button, all the bells and whistles. Lady Di wasn’t happy about signing off on that, but she’s never fuckin’ happy so… there we have it. Questions?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Good, I don’t want to hear them.”

“I don’t know how to thank you all,” Ella murmured, the emotion evident in her voice. 

“No need for waterworks. Standish has got the address for the house whenever you’re ready.” He turned at the door, “and I shouldn’t need to drill this into you, but don’t go anywhere on your own.”

“Thank you.”

“Bollocks, one more thing,” he made his way back across the room and placed a small handgun on the table. Clover’s eyes widened like saucers.

“Jackson! Not in front of Clover!” Catherine admonished.

“I think the kid has seen enough, don’t you?” He brushed her off and turned to Clover, “we’re going to help keep you and your mum safe. This,” he pointed at the gun, “is only for emergencies. Ok? Keep your mitts off.” He told her sternly, Clover nodded solemnly. He looked around at the others, “you’re smarter than this bunch of idiots,” he said with a quick grin which Clover returned.

“Of course he likes the kid.” Shirley groaned.

“Same mental age, innit.” Ho agreed.

“Ho, if it didn’t break child labour laws I’d employ her in a heartbeat. I bet she don’t talk half as much shit as you.” The rest of the group soon filtered out, Catherine offered to help Clover get together the things she’d strewn about the building throughout the day.

“I’ll drive you to the house.” River offered.

“You don’t need to do that, you’ve done so much already, you must be knackered.”

“Have you already forgotten the most important instruction?” He teased, “don’t go anywhere alone.” Ella rolled her eyes.

“If you say so.”

“I’m your new security detail, get used to it. I’ll be picking you up each morning, taking you home at night and anywhere else you need to go in between.”

“Wow, you really drew the short straw.” Ella lamented.

“Not really, it’ll probably be the highlight of a very shit career in MI5.”

“Ahh you've done far more important things than babysit me.” 

“Debatable,” he said with an easy smile as Clover dumped a bag of her stuff at his feet. “I'm also chief bag carrier.” 

[number1greedlingfan]

ik its been months since u posted but im curious on your first impressions on various fma characters. Ling and greed specifically but im curious abt others also

ooooo this is a toughie... see the problem is its been Years since i first watched fma. but i vaguely remember. keep in mind i was 15 okay 😭

edward elric - "RAAAAAAA THATS MY GOAT" (and more upsettingly) "hes just like me fr"

alphonse elric - "sweet :)" (i often sidelined him in my head. i am Better now. he is the true goat 🙏‼️)

winry rockbell - "cool" (also frequently sidelined bc i was a diehard edling shipper to the point of sickness 😐 i am not proud of this)

ling yao - "AAAAGGHH SO FUCKING COOL" + "oh there's something wrong with him" (second one is where the obsession began)

lan fan - "cool" (15 yr old me hated women or something because why did i give ling sm credit for his fight scenes and lan fan NONE for CHOPPING HER OWN ARM OFF?!)

greed - "I CAN FIX HIM" (i also wasnt attracted to him until he was greedling... rookie mistake. rookie mistake to think he needs fixing too)

roy mustang - "cool fire powers but the annoying old bastard needs to get a life" (i dont think i need to explain this one) "HE SHOULDVE STAYED BLIND"

riza hawkeye - "mustangs subordinate whos significantly cooler and nicer than him" (for some reason i didnt conceive of royai being an option back then)

jean havoc - "i THINK this guy is a boy kisser" (this is where my thoughts started and ended and i didnt even ship him with anyone)

van hohenheim - "neglectful abusive bastard i HATE HIM" (i wasnt 15 years old and projecting. 15 yr olds never do that can i get an amen)

those are all i can remember! thank u for the question anon this was a neat trip down memory lane lmao 🫶

[theflyindutchwoman]

Who do you think is gonna say ILY first? Will it be a one person says it and the other doesn’t right away or one says it and the other immediately responds moment?

I hate that we have to wait for this 😭. Cause they’re so obviously in love and I wanna hear them say it

It's a toughie… I always go back and forth on that one. For the moment, I'm more inclined to go with Tim saying ILY first : he was the one who wanted to talk about their feelings in Vegas, who believed they were worth the risk… And, as someone who has already been married, those three words are not so foreign to him. But then again, Lucy has shown how all-in she is, proudly claiming this was the most amazing relationship she's ever been in, joking about grandchildren… And since she has been cagey in the past with these three words, it would be so significant for her to say them first, showing her growth and how different this is for her. And it could be such a beautiful full circle moment with her conversation in the shop with Tim, in 5.08.

But regardless on who says it first, I'd like to think that the other would respond right away (or maybe after a short pause because they're overwhelmed). I mean, neither of them freaked out when the director in the mockumentary mentioned love or when Lucy was teasing Tim with her 'undercover love' joke. So I can't really imagine the other not responding at all… Unless they're in a situation where the other can't answer (as in injured or sleeping)… I just really really hope that we'll get that scene!

Who do you think is going to say ILY first?

[telephonedear]

Kiss, marry, reject

(a toughie in my opinion)

Renee Walker, James Potter, Leo Valdez

kazu listen ily but this makes me hate you just a little bit. i spend a whole five minutes with my hands in my hair pondering, all while on the brink of going feral.

alright this is a BIG BIG BIG hear me out. i’m gonna kiss leo valdez because he was my favorite character when i first read HoO and old habits die hard. NOW LISTEN. i’m going to marry James because 1. he’s rich 2. he can be the extrovert in the relationship 3. he can still date lily or regulus idrc he’s just nice and i’m greedy

I HATE TO DO THIS SM because i genuinely love her so much but im gonna reject Renee. like i love her so much 😭😭 but i wouldn’t wanna marry/kiss her platonic or otherwise, like i wanna be her friend really bad but nothing else, yknow? i wanna hang out with her all the time but…. that’s all. im so sorry im bisexual i swear i love women

[krunktrunk]

Favorite byler scene in each season? Ty :)

ahhhh this is so hard!!!

okay S1, it has to be when Will is at the hospital and the party is reunited with him, and how Mike puts his head to his chest (presumably to hear his heartbeat) it isn't specifically a byler moment but it makes me so happy :3

S2 is probably the hardest to pick from because that's like Byler season, but I'll refrain from choosing multiple! it would have to be the scene in the shed, when Mike's talking to a possessed Will. just ugh the whole "that was the best thing I've ever done" and how Will's face shifts 😭 it gets me everytime. every damn time 😭😭

S3, this one is slightly easier to choose- if I'm going for scenes that make me feel good and not scenes that are really good to analyze (like the rain fight, I won't be putting that here even though I do love it from an analyzing point of view) then it has to be in the hallway of the byers home when Will is putting the d&d set in the sell or donate box whatever it was and him and Mike are making their little love eyes at eachother, it's just so cute 🥹

and season 4. there's alot of contenders, but it was to be the real Mike confession of the series. the "its Hawkins, it's not the same without you" scene. the "I didn't say it" "you didn't have to" scene, like omg this scene is SO good. I eat up confessions that are underlying and not quite specific, and I refrence the lines from this scene in my fanfics way too much 😅 its just so good!!

thank you for the question! this was a toughy but I love talking about byler so it was good 😅

[no-thanks-bro]

Tagged by @thebrandywine and @goodpointsandbadpoints!

This is hard actually. Hmm. Favorite characters ever? That's a toughie... let's just stick with Resident Evil 😭😭

I FUCKING FORGOT TO TAG. GWUAHHHHHHH @resident-rats @spinitback @velkyr @good-guy-sauron @vicvinegarandhughhoney @herbs-and-poultices

[mycatishandsome]

Im not sure how I can words this but I have a wr (waiting room) and if I shift to my waiting room and from my wr I shift to my other Dr will my time ratio change Im kinda  confused on how that would work like will it still be 3 mins that have passed in my cr or if it's longer

(idk if I worded that right) 

Yea you worded that ok! I think I understand. So I can’t answer this entirely because at the end of the day, I don’t think even physiologists can answer how time exactly works😭. I’ve talked to people who have said they’ve scripted time differences between here and their drs/wrs, but I don’t know if it actually works.

Personally I’ve never tried, but I’ve also never really payed any attention to how time passes, and have only been to a wr once or twice.

At the end of the day, I think that time just isn’t real, and that it will be different anywhere you go. So I can say, yea it may change from your wr to your dr, but it also might not. It’s 100% something you’ll just end up experiencing!

Anyone feel free to add to this with experiences of y’all can!! I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help with this one! It’s a bit of a toughy

[entomolog-t]

Idk if someone asked you these already but here you go! 21) Would you rather live as your preferred size during the current century or during medieval times? 22) Would you rather tour the country on foot at 50 ft tall, sparking the interest of cryptid hunters everywhere, or stowaway in a cross-country traveler’s luggage at 5 inches tall at the risk of getting caught? I hope you are having a great day/night!😁👋

Clearing out some of my older asks from before I had my multi year hiatus💕

21) This is a toughie- on one hand medieval times would make things a whole lot easier for sneaking off, less risky government intervention etc etc- (and would kill for the aesthetic)

But practically modern times offers so much in terms of food, shelter etc.

Its a bit of a toss up, because I feel as though without modern technology, a giant would have a much greater impact on the world (building, agriculture, protection) but the living quality would definite be much lower...

I think based on that I'd say medieval times, though I feel like I'd flip flop depending on the day.

22) 50ft tall - LETS GOOO

I feel like it'd be a hilarious reverse cat and mouse if there were a bunch of crytid hunters tailing me too 😭💕

But man ! Think of how much more ground you could cover at that size?? just the sheer volume of sights you could see???

[pocket-vvardvark]

2, 14, 24, 30! (Sorry if there’s a repeat)

Thank you for the asks!! :^}

2) Who's your OC's best friend? How did they become best friends?

Hmm, this one was a bit of a toughie. Alethia hates picking favorites (especially when people ask to choose her favorite sister out of 4 sisters 😭). She forms friendships with women a bit easier than men, just because she grew up around a lot of women and very little men (her father was almost always at sea working). I would say her closest friends are probably Lyris Titanborn, Gwendis, and Gabrielle Benele. Alethia met Lyris and Gabrielle during the main quest of ESO. Both Lyris and Gabrielle are good people, and they hold some of the same virtues as Alethia, so it was easy to get along. She met Gwendis during her time in Rivenspire working with House Ravenwatch, and the two hit it off quite well. I like to think she checks in on Gabrielle because of how hard things have been for her :(. Also, she definitely keeps in touch with Lyris through the occasional letter, and Gwendis by visiting castle Ravenwatch. 

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight for them!

Alethia does her best to not be hateful, but there are many people who she cannot stand. Number one, as you could have probably guessed, is Molag Bal, since he stands for everything she despises. Really, anyone who has negative views on race/gender, hurt her friends or are cruel in general she will not speak to. 

24) can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

Besides singing, Alethia can play the harp! She learned it from her Paternal Aunt, Shana. 

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

Alethia would be stoked to have friends! Sometimes, it's very hard for her to form connections, but on the occasion that she does, she is incredibly affectionate. Having a bad day? Have 20 snowberry pies she 'accidentally made surplus of.' If you get hurt around her, she won't leave your side and will probably pamper you all day. I think a friendship between her and Iveri would be very interesting. Alethia can be very curious, and I don't doubt she would excitedly ask Iveri one thousand questions about her life and Dunmeri culture. 

[abilusanji]

Hi I just wanted to send some support 🫶 I'm yet to start Obelisk (I don't have free time with work 😭) but I've heard only good from it and the plot seems delightful ! I hope you still like your work despite things people could have said 🥺

I've read other of your work and really like them, you made me find the motivation to write again !

And finally, to use this tool as intended : What is your favorite trope/AU to write with Zosan ? 😊

Have a good day/night !

Oh gosh, thank you, these are very kind words to lobby in my direction ;A;.

I like obelisk a lot. Honestly the only worry I really have about it is folks getting the wrong idea and assuming I am not a freak and then being appalled when they read my other shit.

As for favorite trope/au to write. Hm. That's a toughie, and tbh it changes a lot, often depending on what I'm looking forward to.

Right now, my favorite zosan bit is when they finally cut the bullshit and talk. But that's probably because I am writing a scene where they cut the bullshit and talk.

Admittedly the boring answer is probably angst and whump. I want those boys desperate, sad, and suffering.

[blank-house]

ok so these are most likely spoiler questions so it's fine if you don't answer any of them but im gonna ask them anyways just in case-

will there be any angst in the final game? will we get to see the boys cry? i swear i just love me some hurt-comfort tropes, it's totally fine if there isn't 😭

and probably even more of a spoiler, what are their love languages?

There is definitely gonna be angst. I LOVE ME SOME ANGST!

I’m like gnawing at my enclosure at the thought of writing difficult scenarios for them hehe but at the moment probably only one of them should cry… maybe two. I wish it can be all three but one of them is a toughie. Though who knows! That could change when we get to writing it!

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DJdjdjrjejrjt yeah the love language is a bit of spoiler but without specifying who is who, someone values physical touch more, quality time, and then words of affirmation.

Though the boys are happy with however their partner chooses to express their affections. ^^

[vroombeams]

first of all: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ unlimited kudos for you!!! and secondly: 🤔 what’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? <3

<3333333333333!

one that i haven't started.... this is a toughie in that i almost always will start messing around in a doc the second i get an idea? i guess the constantine au could be considered? that? i haven't really done much with it since i've not like settled on What i want it to be. but it lives in my brain a lot

there's also the ff16 au?? which is like. god the worldbuilding in that game is cool. the rest of it is uhhhh Something but oh my god the worldbuilding. let me cram all of these boys into the ~crystalline dominion~ or whatever. surely mark would be like, odin's dominant. god that's a weird sentence out of context. but YEAH i love a video game au, i love being able to run around in a space and just mentally plonk any blorbo in there and have like... that environment to really explore with the context Of a blorbo. if that makes sense!!

there's also-also the semi-dystopic megacity thing w the psychics and the internet ghosts. but that one is full of ocs rather than blorbos. but it could be full of blorbos!

anyway. yeah 😭

wip procrastination game