#well boo hoo me. big baby.

[floral-hex]

so tired but I don’t want to sleep yet, so… quesadillas? yeah, that sounds like a plan.

[gayvorestories]

Mike wiped his forehead as he set the last load from the daily delivery truck onto his dolly and waved at the driver, letting him know he was clear to back out. As the man backed down the bakery alley, he waved back to Mike, who was pushing an entire load of flour up a short ramp by the door alone. As he pushed the door open, he heard a familiar voice behind him and sighed deeply in frustration.

"Well, well, they really did get the right guy to move the heavy stuff."

"Not today, Alan."

"Oh, right, I forgot someone gets cranky when people compliment him."

"Not people, you." Mike rolled the dolly to the closet where they kept the dry ingredients and started unloading them, his thick arms bulging as he set the hefty flour bags onto the shelf.

He turned around and saw Alan standing in the doorway, looking him up and down like a cut of meat.

"You can't be back here Alan, what the fuck, get out!" he shouted.

"Oooh, feisty. You gonna slap me, daddy? Choke me a little, spit in my mouth?"

Mike grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the supply room as Alan laughed.

"What are you gonna do big boy, call the cops on me? I'm sure they'd looooove to hear what I have to say."

Mike stopped dead, still holding Alan by the collar.

"Yes officer, that's him! I saw him do it! He said he'd eat me too if I told, boo hoo!" Alan said in a mocking tone.

Mike released his collar and looked down at him, fuming but knowing he was powerless to do anything else.

"Now that's a good boy," Alan said as he straightened his shirt, "how about you follow me in here and keep being good?" He tugged Mike's shirt in the direction of the supply room, but he didn't budge.

"Alan please, I-"

"I own you," Alan said in a much more aggressive tone, "I caught you red handed eating that stupid slut from grindr and I got it on video." He stuck his finger in the middle of Mike's chest and smiled, "so how about you and be go back in that closet, you be a good boy, and give me what I came here for?"

Mike looked down, feeling defeated. "Everyone else is gonna be here in half an hour, can't we-"

"Then you better stop bitchin' and get on your knees." Alan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the supply closet, this time with Mike right behind him. The door closed behind them and Alan started to undo his pants. "What a good boy. Come on, on your knees," he said in the most degrading tone he could muster.

Mike stopped in the middle of the room and started at him. "Is this just how it is now?"

"You're mine now, handsome. This is what you do."

Mike looked at the floor for a moment. Fuck it, he thought to himself. He closed the gap between them in two steps and shoved Alan against the shelf. Hard.

Alan fell to the ground, the breath knocked out of him and his pants around his ankles. "Wh... what... the fuck?" he wheezed. He pulled up his pants as he stood, backing away from Mike and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Mike grabbed his hand firmly, squeezing the tendons in his wrist until he yelped in pain and dropped the phone. They both looked down at hit as Mike put his full weight on it with the heel of his boot, the screen letting out a crunching sound as it splintered and popped apart.

As Mike loosened his grip, Alan met his eyes and his blood ran cold. "M-Mikey, c'mon man. I won't bug you anymore, I swear."

"No, you will."

"No, no man I swear I won't ever come near you again, just lemme go."

"I don't believe you."

"Mikey please-"

"Don't call me Mikey. You lost that right a long time ago."

"Baby-"

"Shut up!" Mike yelled as he gripped Alan by the shoulders, "I can't fucking stand you anymore. I should've done this a long time ago!"

"No, no!" Alan said as Mike opened his mouth wide. Stuffing Alan's head into his throat, he gripped him like a vice as he squirmed, slowly engulfing his shoulders as his head slid deeper into his gullet.

Alan's screams were muffled by the Mike's throat, but no one was around to hear them even if they hadn't been. Mike swallowed him down quickly, his thin, small frame easily slide into Mike's tall, broad body. As his waist passed Mike's mouth, he felt warm breath on his cock before it slid across his tongue, and down Mike's hungry throat with the rest of him.

On the outside, Mike was surprised how easy he was going down. He had been a small guy, but he was slipping into his stomach far easier than any other guy he'd ever eaten. As Alan's thighs started to go down, he leaned up and let gravity slide him the rest of the way in. His mostly-flat belly was bowed out and squirming, growing larger as the rest of Alan tumbled into his stomach. Giving one last gulp, he felt his body expand as his meal finished settling in.

He picked the phone up off the floor and started out the door towards his car. His white work shirt was riding up his belly significantly, but he kept an extra large in his trunk in case of an unexpected meal. Despite being muffled, Mike's yelling could be heard from inside of him, so he hurried, his belly swaying as he jogged across the back alley.

Alan kicked violently as he slipped his shirt over his head and pulled out the large button-up that looked like his usual wear.

"Please! Please don't do this!" Alan pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"

Mike flexed his abs as he put on the shirt, squeezing Alan painfully as he cried out. Once the final button was done, he tossed the apron onto himself and slipped back in. Checking himself in the mirror, he was definitely rounder, but as long as he stayed out of the way, no one would notice.

"Mikey, please, let me out!"

Ah, right. That, he thought to himself. Time to start the electric mixer I guess.

The surface of his stomach shifted and squirmed as he looked over that days pickup orders, deciding which ones to pick out first. His stomach groaned and gurgled as he scooped out ingredients into the mixer, Alan's panicked form making bulges and movements under his clothes as he worked. Just as his coworkers were coming in, he flipped the switch and the loud mixer drowned out any sounds Alan was making.

As they entered, he kept his back to them, giving a friendly wave over his shoulder but otherwise pretending to work at the counter on the far wall. When they walked into the front to begin opening up, he quickly slipped into the walk-in and grabbed all the ingredients he needed to start working on the filling for the pastries, avoiding everyone's gaze while his stomach worked overtime trying to shut up his meal.

Pouring the various fruits and liquids into the pot to start making a fruit filling, he winced in pain as Alan started kicking against him frantically. Turning the heat down, he looked around the room and started for the employee bathroom when he nearly walked directly into his coworker Marshall.

"Oh, hey Mike, you get started on those orders?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got the first one going, just gotta step to the bathroom real quick, waiting on the water to boil."

"Cool, cool." Marshall walked away and Mike let out a sigh of relief that he'd completely missed the movement in his midsection.

Locking the door behind him, Mike hung up his apron and leaned on the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his fuzzy, bloated belly.

"God, you're almost more annoying like this," he said to Alan, who squirmed in response. "What's wrong, not having fun in there?" he taunted, "is my belly gross and uncomfortable?"

Alan's muffled voice was barely audible, "please, let me out, I won't say nothin' to anyone, please!"

Mike grinned and rubbed his belly, "I don't know, after months of this bullshit it's nice to have the upper hand for a little while. Besides," he said letting out a little moan, "it feels good."

Alan let out a sob and kicked as Mike rubbed the firm surface of his belly.

"Mmm, just like that. I can't wait to feel you sliding around in my guts tomorrow."

"You're a fucking monster!"

"I thought that's what you loved about me," Mike cooed as he rubbed his belly firmly, "that and my biceps. I bet I'm gonna get some good gains out of you, been a while since I've eaten a man."

Alan made no noise in response other than a muffled yell as he punched and kicked in vain.

"Mmm, keep doing that. Feels so good, almost makes me wish my stomach wasn't gonna pulverize you." Mike's stomach let out a low grumble and he chuckled, "almost."

He buttoned his shirt and threw his apron back on, washing his hands quickly and heading back out the door and to the kitchen where his pot was starting to boil. He went back to his job, the squirming in his stomach slowing down considerably as he worked. The time passed quickly as he rolled, shaped, baked, filled, and packaged the pastries for the afternoon pickup. Leaning back on the table, he wiped his forehead on the back of his wrist as Marshall walked by.

"Damn bud, big lunch?" he said as he walked by.

Mike's eyes widened and he scrambled for a reply. "Oh, yeah, I'm on a bulk right now," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey man, clearly whatever you do works," Marshall laughed back. He gave Mike's belly a pat as he walked past, "just keep off the customer orders and we're all good."

Mike laughed and started filling up the mixer again, feeling his heart slow down to a normal rate again. The pat disturbed Alan enough he started to shift around again and Mike gave his belly a gentle rub while he was alone. "Shh, just relax," he whispered, "no more fighting."

As if answering for Alan, his stomach let out a low grumble.

"There you go," he whispered as he gave his belly a pat.

He switched the mixer on and went back to work, the kicking and thrashing replaced by shifting, squeezing aches as his stomach worked on Alan's body. As he popped open a set of boxes to fill up, his evening coworker showed up and put on his apron.

"Woah, dude," Tyler said looking at his belly.

"Oh, uh. I'm uh... bulking," Mike said nervously.

"Oh. Okay," Tyler said, "one hell of a bulk, what'd you eat?"

"Just a big lunch. Buffet spot."

"Cool man. We got any more orders left?"

"Just this one, gotta fill the boxes and put the stickers on 'em."

"Neat, Marshall is good up front so I'll help."

"You don't-" Mike tried to say as Tyler read the sheet and went back for the pastries.

He returned quickly and set the tray down on an empty spot on the table. Mike handed him one of the first boxes he had ready and he started to fill it, taking his time to make sure the warm pastries were arranged neatly.

Every minute they had to stand close to each other Mike got more nervous, trying his best to focus on assembling the boxes. As he handed Tyler the next one his stomach let out a low groan and he caught Tyler's eyes wandering towards his belly.

As he popped open another box, his stomach let out smaller groans and wet digestive sounds. Tyler could clearly hear them, but was feigning ignorance and ignoring it. The timer on the mixer buzzed and it slowed to a halt, the background noise slowly fading out. When the room was completely quiet, the low grumbles of his stomach echoed on the walls.

Tyler kept glancing at his belly and Mike kept looking away nervously as he put the final box together and started to fill them himself. Unlike Tyler's precise placement, Mike simply filled the box and moved to the next one, desperate to get away from the table.

"Hey man, no need to rush, last order of the day right? We just gotta clean up and wait for closing time."

"Yeah, yeah, just eager to sit down is all."

Tyler nodded and kept working, the two of them finishing quickly. "Alright, you sit back, I got cleanup."

"I can-"

"I got it, I got it," Tyler insisted, "you did all the other orders without me, I'll at least clean up."

Mike was in no mood to argue over it and sat down on a chair in the back of the kitchen. "Thanks, man." As Tyler swept up and wiped the counters down, Mike leaned back, his stomach starting to really pick up in intensity, groaning and gurgling loud enough Tyler could hear it across the room.

Just as Tyler was finishing up, Marshall walked in, wiping his hands and shutting off the lights up front. "Alright boys, closing time. I got the front locked up. Mike, try not to throw your back out on this bulk, we need a baker and your ancient mixer scares the shit out of me."

All three of them laughed as Marshall grabbed his keys and slipped out the back.

Mike stood up and started towards the employee office to grab his own keys as Tyler came in behind him.

"So... what'd you actually eat?"

Mike froze. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you do."

Mike turned and looked at Tyler. He was short and scrawny, Mike could probably lift him with one hand. He took a step towards Tyler, cornering him and nearly pressing his belly against him. "I think I'm not sure what you're tryin' to say."

Tyler's face turned red as Mike's belly was directly in front of him. "I-I, uh."

God I hate double-entrees, Mike thought to himself as he steeled himself to force Tyler down too. "You what?"

"I... think you look good... like this," Tyler said, a mixture of fear and arousal in his voice as the reality of the situation started to hit him.

"Like what?"

Tyler swallowed. "Please don't eat me, I've known a while, I think it's hot," he said quickly and nervously.

Mike was caught off guard by how forward he was and furrowed his brow. "I uh. Oh."

"Yeah, uh. Can I... touch?"

Mike blinked a few times. "Sure, go ahead."

Tyler's eyes widened as he touched Mike's belly. "Fuck, it's so firm."

Mike took off his apron and started unbuttoning his shirt before Tyler took over. He backed away from the corner and leaned back on the table in the middle of the room as Tyler slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gently touched his belly. Opening it slowly, Tyler looked Mike in the eyes as he gently rubbed the sides of his belly. "When?"

"This morning, just before we opened."

"Holy shit, is he still moving?"

"No, he stopped a little while ago."

"Fuck... that's so hot."

Mike snorted, "you like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Do... do you like it like that, or is it just eating?"

"Oh, I like it like that too," Mike said with a wink.

Tyler bent down and kissed the top of Mike's belly and looked up at him. He kissed down the surface slowly, lowering onto his knees as he reached the underside of Mike's belly. As he undid Mike's pants, he ran his tongue around his bellybutton, sticking it deep in and nibbling the surface of his firm, round belly.

"Fuck, keep going," Mike moaned softly.

Tyler slid his pants down and was greeted by Mike's hard, thick cock in his face. He slid his lips over the tip slowly, getting it nice and wet as he bobbed further and further down. The head of his cock pressed hard against Tyler's throat as he reached the bottom, his firm, fuzzy underbelly pressed against Tyler's face.

He bobbed up and down on Mike's cock as Mike gently tugged his hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Mike moaned.

Tyler let out a soft moan as Mike started to thrust hard into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and using him like a fleshlight.

"I'm... oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned as he started to shoot. He gripped Tyler's hair tightly and let out a low, husky moan as Tyler eagerly swallowed the load he pumped down his throat. He licked Mike's cock clean and sat back on his knees, panting and fixing his hair.

"Are you... still.. gonna eat me?" Tyler panted.

"Did you want me to?" Mike said with a grin.

"No, no but I wanna watch."

"I think I can arrange that."

Tyler smiled, "I'd like that."

"Do that with your mouth again, and I'll give you anything you like," Mike said as he buttoned his shirt.

Tyler stood and ran his hand along Mike's bloated stomach, "oh, I'll do that any time you want." He leaned in for a kiss and Mike followed through, kissing him gently on the lips.

"How about my place, this weekend?"

"Need me to bring a friend?" Tyler asked with a sly grin.

"Oh I have a dinner guest in mind," Mike chuckled, "just bring yourself."

The headed towards the door together, and before splitting off to their respective cars Mike paused, "oh, and bring some lube, too."

Tyler smiled and nodded, "see you then."

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?”

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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[bridgertonbabe]

Bridgerton Spouses Support Group Chat #?

BSSG Group Chat

Kate: Guys can I ask you all a question?

Michael: Shoot.

Kate: Did you all go paintballing without me last week?

Message seen by everyone ✔✔

Kate: Ok it's been 24 hours since my last message and I know for a fact you've ALL seen it so what fucking gives?

Gareth: look if i send a cute video of george and you guys all flood the chat with comments and stuff then hopefully we can drown her out and lowkey gaslight her into forgetting all about it

Kate: What?!

Gareth: oh fu

Gareth sent a video

Michael: Awwwwwwwwww bless he's so adorable

Lucy: he has the cutest laugh!!! 🥰

Sophie: I can't believe he's getting so big already! 💗💗

Phillip: Cute x

Penelope: omg I love the onesie do you know where it's from?

Simon: See I told you he'd love the crawling crab.

Gareth: @ Penelope i'll ask hy

Gareth: @ Simon he can't get enough of it, it's his favourite thing atm

Kate: @ Penelope Well I got it from Bambino

Kate: And I fucking saw the message you obviously sent to the wrong GC @ Gareth , so you can all quit trying to GASLIGHT me!

Kate: Now I'll ask you again; did you or did you not all go paintballing without me?!

Simon: Ok fine we did.

Kate: AHA! I KNEW IT!

Penelope: How did you find out?

Kate: Greg asked me if I enjoyed the spouses paintballing afternoon when he came to pick Katie up yesterday.

Gareth: omfg wtf @ Lucy

Michael: Yeah rare L from you Lulu

Lucy: guys I'm sorry I forgot to take the wristband off before I got home and he instantly recognised where it was from so I had to fess up

Gareth: dammit you've jeopardised our entire set up

Lucy: no no no it's fine I swear! I know some of you guys don't have any trust in your partners but greg can keep a secret and respect our spouse group privacy! it won't get back to any of the other bridgertons, you've got to believe me!

Phillip: He literally blabbed to Kate.

Lucy: yes but only because I didn't tell him that she wasn't invited!

Kate: And why was I not invited?!

Sophie: Because you would have ruined it! You would have turned a fun afternoon into anything but just like you do with every other game and activity we've played before! You're just as bad as the Bridgertons when it comes to anything vaguely competitive and the rest of us just wanted some lighthearted fun without everything descending into chaos and the world burning around us, ok? And that is why we didn't invite you!

Phillip: Yep

Simon: Very that.

Kate: Wow.

Michael: Look Kate you've got to understand it's not you. It's just the psychopathic competitive Mr Hyde in you that scares the bajeebus out of us.

Penelope: yeah it really isn't personal

Gareth: except it is

Kate: For god's sake I'm not that bad! Sure I have my moments but that doesn't mean I should be excluded from your group activities! I can control myself! I've never done anything to cross the line enough to be compared to Mr Hyde for crying out loud!

Sophie: You accused me of faking going into labour with Alex and refused to call me an ambulance when we played Cluedo.

Simon: You keyed my car after Daph pissed you off in Monopoly.

Michael: And you threw Newton's poo on mine when I won charades.

Phillip: You've always mocked me for having panic attacks during game nights.

Penelope: You pushed Colin down the stairs.

Lucy:

Kate: Oh boo fricking hoo! I'm so sorry you're all a bunch of whiny oversensitive little babies who can't take the slightest bit of heat from some perfectly healthy competition!

Gareth:

Lucy: is the perfectly healthy competition in the room with us?

Phillip: I dread to think what you consider to be unhealthy competition.

Kate: Oh go have one of your little anxiety attacks about it then you weakling

Michael has removed Kate from the chat

Sophie: I would say I'm surprised she can stoop to a new low but I'm really not.

Lucy: and this is why I also don't regret not inviting her to laser tag or the escape room

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Aesthetic Deep Dive Tag!

Let's go with Saoirse Richards from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Saoirse Richards, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Are You Satisfied? - Marina & The Diamonds

Was I meant to feel happy That my life was just about to change? One life pretending to be The cat who got the cream Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer" People like to tell you What you're gonna be is not my problem if you don't see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don't believe My problem is my problem that I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille

Things we lost to the flames Things we'll never see again All that we've amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire We sat and made a list Of all the things that we have Down the backs of table tops Ticket stubs and your diaries, I read them all one day When loneliness came and you were away Oh they told me nothing new But I love to read the words you used These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire

O.D.D - Hey Violet

I should never listen to another voice But my own Now I've grown up, now I know That when I'm tryna be myself it isn't so simple Anymore Some days I wake up I just wanna hide under the covers 'Cause no matter what I do I'll never be like all the others I'm a little O.D.D Most people really don't get me I'm the girl in the back of the class Blank stare, don't care, don't ask I'm a little O.D.D I see the way they look at me I can hear it when they talk that trash Saying "Any minute she gon' crack"

Mind Games - Sickick

Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go Watch me turn your mind into my home Now that I'm in there's no letting go And your emptiness begins Once I grip onto your mind and soul And your brightness starts to dim Sin after sin you won't feel no more You've lost your trust again I know you wish you could let me know That you're praying for an end

Welcome to Wonderland - Anson Seabra

Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go There's a tea party along down the road Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song Dancing through a dream underneath the stars Laughing 'til the morning comes Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love Nothing around here is quite as it seems Not sure if anything's real or a dream And the only thing sure from the start Is the song that's inside of your heart Don't let it leave If this was a dream, then at least I've got Memories for when morning comes Now that I must leave with a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love

Boo Hoo - Neoni, ft. RIELL

When you start a fire and hide the matches Been down that rabbit hole Swore I would never go Back to bad habit's, I'm through Around and around we go sick of the vertigo Abracadabra, screw you White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise, I've had enough White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise Boo hoo, you don't like me, well That's good for you Boo hoo, say you're over it, well That makes two Throw your pity pity pity party Bring your friends, but you got nobody You, you don't like me, I don't like you Boo hoo

Numb Little Bug - Em Behold

And the world it feels too big Like a floating ball that's bound to break Snap my psyche like a twig And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me Do you ever get a little bit tired of life Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive 'Cause you gotta survive Like your body's in the room but you're not really there Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air Am I past repair A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope A little bit tired of sinkin' There's water in my boat I'm barely breathin' Tryna stay afloat So I got these quick repairs to cope Guess I'm just broken and broke

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

A brilliant young telepath/telekinetic superhero fueled by coffee, candies and spite, as well as a truckload of pizza.

Puts her intellect to good use by creating the most unhinged plans and somehow making them work! Is the Gremlin Mom Friend.

Is terrified of fire because her father's business partner burned down his lab with him inside. Now doesn't know how to feel about the fact that one of her best friends controls flames.

She's probably a bit more childish and naive than the rest of the team but is sharp-witted and funny all the same. Also! Out of the starting members of the Gang, Saoirse is the only one who was born in serious wealth, though she lost it all.

If someone fused a black cat and an orange cat into one and turned them into a human being, that would be Saoirse.

Can speak a lot of languages but most of the cast doesn't know until she randomly starts spouting fluent words in foreign languages in a situation where that's required. (Cue the classic: "We didn't know you spoke [language X]!" followed by "... But you never asked?")

Gives suspiciously good relationship advice but has never dated before.

Loves a grunge style and absolutely revels in a goblin-core aesthetic, plus adores watching the chaos unfold from behind the scenes.

Has a deeper voice than one would expect, which often also sounds coarse when she's bored or focused.

Sleeps like a rock and could potentially sleep through the end of the world. Counts scientific facts instead of sheep when she can't fall asleep.

Can crawl and climb basically anywhere. This has nothing to do with her powers - she's just uncannily agile and stealthy, to the point she jumpscares her friends often lol.

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Source for music/songs: Spotify

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[storkmuffin]

I am going to launch into an overly long explanation for why this was for me the most resonant scene I've ever seen in a lifetime of television (post 1/6)

She is making the most wtf korean face as she comes cross her spirit twin brother lying all Latino dramatic on the ground

I know they're the exact same age but COME ON, Sun is definitely the big sister to Lito. He's fully youngest child /only son energy full on here. A gigantic baby man in a huge onesie.

The huge long drag on her cigarette as Lito moans about how he's going to be an unemployable failure boo hoo, and then Sun's resignation as she realizes, Well, this is yet another thing I have to take care of, a Korean eldest daughter's work is never done.

Perfect acting. A++

[overleftdown]

4th and final part to my farleigh analysis. most of this one is just ranting, since all of these scenes are fairly self-explanatory. i am plagued by thoughts and emotions.

[1:12:45] farleigh: i wouldn't do this! elsbeth: james is very upset. farleigh: you know that i... why would i do this!? elsbeth: i don't know! farleigh: i swear to god, this has to be a- elsbeth: enough! farleigh: there must be some kind of mistake, here.

oliver really did hit farleigh where it hurts, i suppose. farleigh remains committedly in control of himself; he knows when and where to say something, how carefully he needs to act in saltburn. he toes a line, but he somehow manages to stay on the right side of the cattons' affection. this, however, was a breach of that line. oliver attacked the cattons' trust in farleigh, in their confidence of his ability to remain compelling and non-threatening. maybe oliver was expecting this particular offense to be the end of their good graces towards farleigh, although it clearly wasn't.

[1:37:17] felix: i mean, the idiot! he had to have known that dad went to school with the chairman. venetia: i mean, talk about biting the hand. and mum and dad would give him anything he asked for. felix: yeah, well. obviously, he got sick of asking. venetia: that's ridiculous. he's more spoilt than we are. felix: i mean, come on vee, you have to admit. it's a little bit dark, him having to go to mum and dad with a beginning bowl. venetia: oh, boo-fucking-hoo. felix: already yes, fine, it was incredibly fucking stupid.

again, the irony of this situation is that farleigh really would never do this. it's interesting, how nobody questions it.

i also think it's important that venetia assumes the money would be for farleigh himself, and felix neglects to correct her. the conversation he references by specifically saying "begging bowl" had everything to do with farleigh's mother. the lack of familial privilege farleigh has is, also, a supposed racial bias. felix also neglects to mention this. the idea that farleigh could be implicitly discriminated against within saltburn is so deeply uncomfortable, so offensive, that felix can't even mention it as an objective discussion he had with farleigh. that's not surprising, though.

[1:25:30] oliver: have they seen you, yet? farleigh: not yet. oliver: yeah, they'll go ballistic. farleigh: i doubt it. they invited me. oliver: ohhh. farleigh: mmm... mmm. god, the look on your face. oliver: they can't have invited you. farleigh: oh, oliver. you'll never catch on. this place? you know, it's not for you. it is a fucking dream. it's an anecdote you'll bore your fat kids with for christmas. olivers once in a lifetime, handjob on a hay bale, golden big boy summer! and you'll cling onto it, and comb over it, and jerk off to it, and wonder how you could ever... ever, ever, ever get it back. but you don't get it back. because your summer's over. and so you... oh... you catch a train to whatever creepy doll factory they make olivers in. and i come back here. this isn't a dream to me. it's my house. so whatever happens, i always come back. try harder next time, baby.

god, this monologue. so much for me to chat about.

"this place? you know, it's not for you." farleigh has this obsession with the fact that oliver is an outsider. it's intentional, it's instinctive, because farleigh is an outsider all the same. it's strange, though, because this is still farleigh's family. this is his aunt, his uncle, his cousins, and the house he's lived in for at least a couple years. he shouldn't, reasonably, be an outsider. yet, he's treated as one. something kills me about how hard farleigh is fighting for a place to belong. and sure, the money, the lavish lifestyle, it's all great. i don't disagree that farleigh is motivated by the fact that he's never experienced the life of lesser wealth that he fears so much. but there's also so much love for felix and venetia and i'm sure, for elsbeth and james.

this makes the final portion of farleigh's monologue so relevant. this is that kind of foreshadowing where a character implies a happy ending before receiving the opposite of that. farleigh says "this isn't a dream to me. it's my house. so whatever, happens, i always come back." and he... doesn't! he does not come back, at least at the invitation of elsbeth or james. this was a dream for him, too. oliver just had to prove it, how easy it is to destroy everything farleigh has worked for since arriving at saltburn. the pocket in time that farleigh runs to when he doesn't want to go back to america and his mom.

[1:35:58] (they find felix's body, in the maze). farleigh and venetia destroy me, in this scene. the way farleigh reaches for her hand and pulls her into him. at 1:36:56, he pulls her into him again. they cling onto each other. sometimes i think about how much farleigh must have loved them and grieved them alone. how in the world do you cope with that?

[1:37:12] (pre-curtains closing) it's the way farleigh glances to felix's empty chair. it's the way that, even now, it's farleigh sitting next to felix's ghost. and he's trying his hardest, in this moment, to be very english about his emotions. great effort.

[1:39:28] farleigh: oh, my god. may i be excused, please? james: no. we haven't finished lunch. farleigh: the lunch is cold! what, you want me to just eat it like nothing's happening? elsbeth: what else is there to do, darling? farleigh: anything! anything! james: farleigh! will you be quiet!? sit down and eat the bloody pie! just eat it! eat it and shut up! eat the bloody pie! you're not the only person here with feelings. none of us wants your bloody american feelings.

i don't know if there's any singificance to this, but the same moment that farleigh cracks is the same moment that the footman behind him cracks.

of course, english repression vs american... normal...ness. "none of us wants your bloody american feelings" is, again, such a strong indication of how differrent farleigh is. he's family, yes. but he's different for a multitude of reasons. i also find it heartbreaking, how elsbeth speaks to him in this scene. she is visibly trying so hard to keep herself together and maintain a calmness while speaking to him. i really do wonder how close they were.

[1:40:10] farleigh: what the fuck are you still doing here? what, does no one else find it weird? no one else finds that weird? oliver: i wouldn't throw stones if i were you, farleigh. farleigh: excuse me? venetia: please, stop. james: what is he saying? farleigh: i, i have no idea. oliver: what i'm saying is, i would feel guilty, too. farleigh: guilty? oliver: if i was the one racking up lines on the night that someone died. farleigh: fuck you. oliver: that's not a denial. james: is that true? search farleigh's room. farleigh: no- james: get out. farleigh: no, wait- elsbeth: what's happening? farleigh: aunt elsbeth? elsbeth? james: don't you dare look at her. get out. i won't mention to this to the police, but that's all you'll get. nothing more, ever again.

and here is all it took to ruin farleigh. archie's acting in this scene is so potent it's kind of vomit inducing. the way he fidgets with his sleeves, the way he flinches and his lip quivers. farleigh is buried in a sweater. now, more than anywhere else, he looks so young.

for the first time in this movie, farleigh refers to elsbeth as his aunt. gah. not that elsbeth seems any more motherly than what i imagine farleigh's own mother to be, but goodness, he's begging for affection. i realize there's not much else to say about this scene other than how heartbreaking it is. i'm basically writing this post for my own self benefit; i gotta rant somehow! i wonder if farleigh did feel guilty for his actions that night. if he regrets sticking to his own agenda, avoiding felix and the rest of his family like the plague. if he regrets the competitive nature of it all; how quickly his need to be accepted took precedent over the genuine connection he had with felix. there's something so hopeless about learning how to lie.

i think, out of all the cattons, farleigh understood how much it all mattered. the money, the ease of summer, the companionship during school. just like oliver, he knew how to work, in his own way. farleigh knew what it felt like to be loved and ignored by the cattons, and by his own family in america. rararararararara.

[panzershrike-pretz]

Graves - pt 2

Pt 1

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I decided to keep writing this because I like my babies a lot :3

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“She wants to see me?” Miss Pigeon's voice sounded alarmed as she stepped back, taking a moment to make sure Enoch's bandages were good enough. Her expression was unrecognizable, suspicious. “Peacock wants to see me and sends children to find me? Hm. She's as cowardly as the day I last saw her.”

“We are no children!” Enoch huffed, staring at her. Pigeon seemed unphased by his response. “I am… at least 120. And fuckaroo here is, like, 104.”

“I don't see your point” she turned away, making her way to the wooden stove to put more wood on the fire - anything was good enough to distract her mind. “You two can spend the night here, if you'd like, but I'm not going back with you.”

“I'm fucking sorry?” Enoch asked, a bit too loud, because he immediately groaned in pain. “Why the fuck not?”

Pigeon's ears dropped and she glanced at him over her shoulder, serious.

“I told you not to curse, young man.”

“Miss Pigeon, we kind of… can't turn back bare handed…?” Seamus intervened. “with all due respect, ma'am, we didn't fight the Hollow for nothing.”

“Well, then tell Peacock I died to that thing and you found me all mangled, I don't care.” She put a kettle on the stove, leaning against the counter to not look at them. Her eyes were fixated on the window, distant. “I am pretty sure you guys are able to lie.”

“She'll know you’re alive, ma'am.”

“Yeah, isn't her assistant a lie-detector peculiar?” Enoch barged in again. “She'll punish us for your lie and then drag your ass to her place so she can talk about whatever-the-fuck she wants to talk with you.”

“I'll be gone by the time she gets here.”

“For the things I heard about you, I wouldn't think ol’ war hero Aurora would be such a stuck up brat.”

Pigeon's fur spiked along her arms and neck; she turned around, facing Enoch with pure anger.

“It's Miss Pigeon for you, Mr. O'Connor. You treat me respectfully, or both of you are out of my loop.”

“Well, boo-hoo! I aint scared of ya, oldie.”

“Enoch, shut up!” Seamus yelled, getting between both of them. “Can you stop? This is no way to solve a problem!”

“She started it…” Enoch rolled his eyes, then started to fiddle with his tail.

Pigeon recomposed herself, turning her back at them as she waited for the water to boil. When it did, she resorted to quietly pouring it into a bowl full of herbs and leaves.

“I can't go back to Peacock.” She simply put, using some kind of big crystal to mush the leaves. “She's not someone trustworthy, anyway.”

Sam sat down near her, curious. It was not his job to hear whatever she had to say, but curiosity got the best of him. He waited, in complete silence, the only audible sound being of the paste the woman was making for their injuries.

Pigeon seemed angrier with every second - to the point where Sam feared she'd break the bowl with the force she was using. It was fair, though, because she really seemed ready to punch a hole in a wall.

“That lying betrayal-driven daughter of Sindresh!” She let out, stopping her work suddenly. “She has the guts to do what she did to me and then send you to try and get me back? Fix HER errors? It's been 79 years and she hasn't had the courage to show her stupid face around?”

“What… what happened between you two…?” Sam couldn't help himself - he almost felt guilty for asking, but words couldn't be taken back.

“Nothing you should know.” Pigeon went to wash her hands before taking the bowl and turning to him, to apply her solution to his scratches and cuts.

She made quick work of it - it needed to be applied using one of her feathers and, even if it tickled and burned at first, the pain relief was almost immediate as well. After finishing up with Seamus, bandaging him up, she handed the bowl to Enoch.

“Now drink it.”

“A-what now?” He looked at the weird stuff on the bowl, disgusted. It had a kind of slush texture but somehow worse, with feather-bits between the green. “I ain't drinkin’ it. Its… ew.”

“It's a potion for any injuries and it includes internal bleeding if you happen to have one. It'll also help your ribs heal. If anything, will at least kill bacteria from the Hollow's saliva and blood.”

He stared at her, then at Seamus.

“Why doesn't he have to drink it, then? He swallowed the saliva!”

“I like him better.” That said, Pigeon made her way out of the kitchen, leaving both of them behind.

“Cheer up, Enoch.” Sam smiled, entertained. “How bad can it be?”

“It smells like crap! And looks disgusting! I'd rather get stabbed than drink this-”

“Well, it surely doesn't smell as bad as you do. Just hold your breath and be done with it. Its just… soup. If soup was weird…”

Enoch's lip trembled as he went for the drink. The taste was horrible - and he made sure to let it be very clear by dropping the bowl on the ground and running to drink water. His mouth burned and he couldn't stop coughing, eyes tearing up as he tried to stop the taste.

In retrospect, it didn't make a lot of sense for him to drink it instead of only having it applied to his injuries - but it was clear as day Pigeon only told him to do that because she didn't like him. It would have the same effect if he drank or not, so she decided to have him do the worse option.

“HAH! YOUR FACE!” Sam threw his head back, unable to contain the laugh while watching Enoch scramble around for anything to alleviate his mouth. He looked like he was ready to throw it all up.

Seamus shook his head after a moment of seeing his friend fight the taste, then got up to leave him alone. “I'll make sure to tell everyone back on Blithe your reaction to Pigeon's medicine.”

“Fuck… you…”

Sam kept giggling to himself as he made his way through the house. It wasn't big and didn't seem really lived in. Felt empty, even with so much stuff all around - it was like Aurora kept it just for shows and nothing more. Even with candles here and there, it was dark as night when he stumbled upon a painting on the wall.

It was a young, smiling Miss Pigeon, back when she presumably still had 4 paws and her hair wasn't silvery. She seemed proud with what he assumed was the Ymbryne Academy's uniform and Miss Therese Aracari's hand on her shoulder.

Looking closely at the painting, in one of the lower corners, he was able to find the year in which Pigeon graduated: 1745. Fuck, she really was old.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened, in all of Pigeon's years, to make her the way she was now: an old, seemingly sweet at first, but grumpy and paranoic lady? Sam shook his head and kept going, stoping in front of Pigeon's room.

She sat on the bed, staring out the window, silently thinking.

“Miss P, may I ask you about the painting on the wall?” His voice was low, respectful, but even then it kind of scared her, ripping the woman from her own mind.

“Yes. Yes, what is it?”

“How old were you at the time?”

“Barely 25, I think. It was very long ago.”

“Aracari was your mentor?”

“Yes. I haven't seen her in years. Is she still alive?” Pigeon turned her head to face him, making an invitation for him to enter and sit beside her, on the flowery green mattress. The question was genuine, it showed she still cared for the woman responsible for teaching her all she knows.

Sam did as she asked. “Yeah, she is. She still looks the same, also. It's weird knowing she was your mentor… how old is she, now?”

“Huh, probably around her… 400’s. She has a way of keeping out of trouble and alive. Nothing gets her, you see, not even Regulus and his… minions.” Pigeon's eyes became cloudy once more, she frowned at the mere mention of them.

“Enoch said… he said that Hollow you killed back there was Pansy's one. You know her, right? She sent it to kill you.”

“Then that disgraceful brat is out of prison? Huh, I should've thought she'd get out and come for me. That's what you get for sparing a life.”

“You did?”

“I am old, Mr. Finnegan, but I'm not any weak lady.” Her smile appeared again, proud. “It was one of the last times I left this Loop, though. It's a wonder she escaped and even found me. I didn't know Hollows could enter loops, they evolved.”

“Yeah, they became worse. You know… maybe Miss Peacock wants your help to catch Pansy again? You were the only one able to catch her the first time.”

“Back then it was different. I found her in France, around the 1940's, working for Regulus.”

“The 40's? I was there at the time.” Sam said, looking curious. “Only 1944, though. And she?”

“I'm… i'm sure it was around the same time.” Pigeon looked at him, kind of lost in thought. The day she captured Pansy, she was trying to flee Normandy with a bunch of kidnapped peculiars. Aurora might not have been able to save those children - or at least most of them -, but some did still run away from the chaos that was the fight.

For a moment, Aurora wondered if Sam could've been one of Pansy's victims if he was there at the wrong time. She could tell from his face that he never even saw Pansy, but Pigeon still couldn't help but feel bad at the memory of the kids killed by Pansy and her team's Hollows. None of them deserved to be caught in the crossfire.

“She was very important to Regulus and was taken alongside three other men. One of them died on the way to prison, and I believe another died after some years locked up…” Pigeon averted her gaze once more, trying to remember. “They usually worked as spies to Reg. Pansy was particularly good at it, we spent years trying to locate her. They'd drive those massive trucks around with peculiars locked on the back with Hollows. If anything happened, they'd let the monsters… do their job.” The woman's voice dropped as she heard a wing flutter and a coo, being taken from her memories back to the moment by a bird. Suddenly, she was up. “SPY!”

She sprung into action, grabbing a dagger from under the pillow beside her as a small pigeon entered through the window. She made quick work of it, using her own wings to hit it with enough force for the bird to fall on the ground, trying to flee - for her to grab it, nearly stabbing the creature when Sam stepped in.

“NO, MISS PIGEON, IT'S A MESSENGER!” He grabbed her arm, so the woman couldn't put the dagger in the bird's heart. It cooed in fright trying to free itself from her grasp. “It's okay, let it go!”

She still growled, but ultimately let the bird scurry away, trembling and all puffed up. It had a message tied to one of its feet and Seamus was quick to go and try calming the creature down.

He let the bird in his hands, carefully taking the letter out of its leg. Miss Pigeon, still in her altered state, was fast to grab the letter herself and open it, suspicion taking over her - now she didn't know if she could actually trust Seamus and Enoch.

After carefully reading and rereading it, though, she stared at the man. “Who is Pangea??”

“She's my friend! What happened?” A feeling of urgency took over him and he tried to take back the letter, but Pigeon stepped back in time to keep it.

“You'll answer me first, young man!” And now, she was pointing the dagger at him. “Who's Dean?”

Seamus felt his heart starting to race. “My boyfriend! For the Gods, Pigeon, what does this letter say??”

“B- boyfriend?” she looked at him, confused, then back at the letter. “Men can… what?”

“Things are a bit different in modern days, Miss P, now can I have it?”

She took a moment to think, then handed him the letter. Sam said a ‘thank you’ between his teeth before letting the bird rest on his shoulder to read it.

“What is it?” Enoch asked, appearing at the door.

“Fuckin’ all. Pangea had a vision and now they think we're dead or something. She saw us being attacked. Dean is panicking and Miss Peacock wants to send a rescue team to find us-” he looked over at Miss Pigeon, trying to understand why the fuck she was so defensive of the letter - and scared, honestly.

“Well, now that's fun.” Enoch crossed his arms. “Anything ‘bout dad ‘n Olive?”

“No, I'm not sure if they know yet. Rodion would've already be here if he knew anything happened to you, that's for sure.”

“Then I believe it's time you two go back to where you came from and leaave me alone.” Pigeon put the dagger back under her pillow, facing away from them. “I'm not required to care for you anymore. I killed the Hollow and gave you medicine, you know the way out. Shouldn't let your family waiting.”

“Pigeon, you need to come as well” Sam tried again, but she wasn't interested.

“No, I don't. You two better hit the road, ‘cause if my loop is invaded by your friends, I have every right to protect myself.”

Seamus knew what this meant and his mind went back to the gun she used to kill the Hollow. She wasn't kidding, clearly.

“Alright. We're leaving. C'mon, Enoch, we have better stuff to do.”

“You serious? I got my ribs broken for nothing?”

“It seems so, yes. Well… it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss P. I hope you change your mind.”

Seamus shoved the letter on his jacket's pocket as he got it back from where it was left, before grabbing Enoch by the arm. They both left the house as quickly as possible, going down the steps back to the ruined village, now free of the fog from earlier.

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Seamus took a breath as he stepped out of the room, helping Enoch find his footing. Their heads aching from the shift in pressure of the Pandeloop's portal - going from 1765 to 1886 was sure a big jump to make in time and doing so two times in a day had its consequences.

Both of them breathed in the stale air of the Devil's Acre, their eyes adjusting to the pale yellowish light of the place. They looked around - obviously, it was exactly the way they left it, but they felt like checking just to be sure they were not still in Pigeon's Loop. The bird, sitting upon Sam's shoulder let out a coo before flying off through the window - it needed as much rest as them, after the scare of the day.

Seamus took some steps further, the wooden floor creaking under his weight and, just before he could reach the door, it flung open.

Dean almost hit Sam's face with the speed he barged in, hugging him so hard both almost fell on the ground. “Oh fucking Gods, you are fucking alive!”

“Well, I told you.” Horace crossed his arms, unimpressed by both men's return. He was promptly shoved aside by Peggy and Pangea, though, as they entered the room as well.

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” Pang said, grabbing Enoch by the arm to take a look at his injuries. “What the fuck happened? Are you still in one piece? Where's Miss Pigeon?”

“She decided not to come…” Seamus said, read resting above Dean's - who was close to tears, still not believing his own eyes. “But yes, we're alive. She gave us a potion of sorts for the injuries and all that…”

“Was it a Hollow?” Horace asked, curious, looking from afar. “Well, that would explain the smell of you lot. And the clothes are ripped apart, oh my, I told you, Sam, dear, those modern-ish things are not worth a penny.”

“Your fancy-wancy tuxedo would be worse, stupid”, Enoch smiled, taunting. “Ya shoulda seen that thing breaking a gun, tho, it was fucking scary as all hell!”

“Sure, sure. I don't care. I was just here in case those two decided to run after you.” Horace rolled his eyes at Enoch's words, slipping a finger through a dusty shelf to make it seem like he wasn't as anxious and scared as them. “We should still get you checked out, though, and I doubt Mademoiselle Doc Pangs here will be of much use.”

Pangea stared at him. Fortunately for Horace, her patience was high today so she didn't bother with any answers. “By all means, you can get him to a healer. Why not Miss Eleanor, down Hanged-Man Street?”

“Me? And step in that filthy place?”

“Everywhere here is filthy, Mr. James, we're in hell. Now pick the pace, she'll know to call any Bone-Builder if she feels like it.”

Horace wanted to stay and try shoving the responsibility upon anyone else - but he wouldn't be able, so he just accepted defeat and helped Enoch out of the room. They'd have to walk for a bit, so it was better to just go now that the boy's pain was still at bay because of Pigeon's potion.

Dean finally let Seamus go, after he came back to his senses and accepted his lover was alive and - mostly - well.

“We should get going…” he said, after a deep breath. “Miss Peacock shouldn't be left waiting.”

“Nah, she should.” Seamus shook his head, bending down to pat Peggy's body. “I want to go talk to Black Jack first. I have some questions for him.”

“Jack? Why?”

“Because the Hollow inside Pigeon's Loop was sent there by Pansy.” Seamus started making his way through the Pandeloop, followed closely by both his boyfriend and best friend. “He worked with them rather closely, I have to get whatever info he has on her and… and Pigeon, if he has anything to say ‘bout her.”

“Huh. Then things were more agitated inside the Loop than we thought.” Pangea, with hands behind her back, let her eyes fall down upon Peggy, who guided the trio happily through the maze that place was.

[codenamehazard]

.:Rage in a Cage:.

Chapter 8: Rage in a Cage

Hey guys! Hope you guys are ready for some cage rattling and lots of rage! This was a riot to make!

Big shout-out to @rogueshadeaux for helping out with the dialogue in the VC. It was absolutely hysterical bantering back and forth with her and I hope you guys enjoy the banter as much as we did coming up with it!

Without delay, let's jump in!

“Hey!!” I hear the thief scream out from her literal rib-cage. “You broke my bike, jackass!” I growl and look at her and really get a good look now that her mask was out of the way. Her eyes were glowing with the hot iron fire I remember seeing through the eyes of her mask, but I wasn’t expecting to see a baby-face. The thing that stood out the most was the white chunk in her hair… And the large burn scar on the left side of her face.

“Oh boo hoo, you broke your toy—you stole my blast shards!” I snap as I bang my fist against the literal brick wall that traps me, my eyes looking out of the hole in the wall. I watch her lunge to get out of her confinement, only to nearly fall thanks to what looks like calcified mass locking her feet to the ground. A mocking snigger escapes my mouth as I watch the poor little thing struggle to break the binds. Even as pissed as I am, I couldn’t deny watching the bitch flail about gives me that feeling of schadenfreude.

“Wait—you’re the one she stole from?!” Mako damn near screeches out in shock as she looks at me. I get my arm through the hole and start gripping around, seeing if I can get my fingers hooked around any loose brick and start chipping away at it, but no luck. I shouldn’t be surprised though seeing as it literally popped out of the ground.

“Do you see any other Majora’s Mask knock-offs around here??” I hiss out at Mako as I pull my arm back in and start looking around watching Mako and Pangolin like a hawk. I see Mako walk over to the thief’s cage and give one of the ribs a good bang with her fist.

“And you didn’t think to tell me this little detail?” The sharp-toothed woman snaps at the caged woman, causing the trapped thief to fall back and look at her in surprise before she looks at me with an angered sneer. I couldn’t help but to smirk mockingly at the sour face.

“Well I didn’t expect you to bring the rabid mutt home!” She snips back, throwing her hand in my direction in frustration and irritation. Normally such a jab would have pissed me off if she didn’t look like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. “I’d ask if he’s had his shots but clearly he hasn’t—”

“Hey now, let’s knock it off with the name calling.” Pangolin interrupts the bitch’s snark with a firm tone, like an older brother about to chastise a younger sibling for acting like an idiot. A tone I’ve taken before. The caged rat turns her head and gives a snarl, flashing teeth that look sharp, but more like they were built for crushing and tearing than Mako’s razor teeth.

“Oh fuck off pinecone, this isn’t your fight.” The woman snaps as she tries to break free of the bony mass on her feet. I pace back and forth in the brick prison cell as I smirk at her fury.

“Kestrel Marie Morrison!” I can’t help but to burst out laughing as I hear Mako shout at the thief, causing the girl to flinch. I couldn’t help but to think about when my own mother would yell in that same tone my full name and it made the sight all the more funnier. Seeing this grown-ass woman being scolded like a misbehaving child! Then you have her name! Her fucking name!! Oh this is just rich!!

“Your name is Kestrel?!” I manage to guffaw out between stifled and cruel laughter, I was holding my stomach all the while. “Like the bird?”

“Yeah, so?! It’s a cool name!” I hear the little birdie squeak out as she tries to put the tough girl act back on, but the look on her face was like that of a kicked puppy. Ooooh, I’m gonna have some fun with this!

“Is that really important right now?!” I hear Mako blurt out in an annoyed tone, but I pay her no mind. She knows how I am, so she should know that I like to needle where it hurts and by the looks of the thief, it was hurting.

“I already took you for a bird-brain but I didn’t think you were that much of one.” I sneer as I look at Kestrel dead in the eyes. A devilish and cruel smile stretching across my face. Is this juvenile? Yes, but I don’t give a shit. I see the stupid bird bitch slowly stand back up and puff her chest out to make herself look all big and bad. Awww… How cute.

“At least I don’t look like I got my clothes from the reject bin of the Salvation Army!” Kestrel shouts with a snarl. As if I couldn’t laugh any more, she’s grasping at straws!

“And who’s fault is that, you pigeon-brained fuck?!” I sneer, mocking her own tone as I see the anger in her eyes. Shimmering smoke rising from her hands as she gets angrier and angrier. My expression changed to one of annoyance as Mako gets between the cages and puts her hands up as if to stop two squabbling people from going at each-other.

“Hey! Dial it back a few notches!” The shark woman shouts as she looks at me with a stern face, I look back with an expression of “what the fuck??” Ain’t she supposed to be on my side?! What’s her deal??

“Why the HELL are you defending this bitch?!” I growl at her as I point an electrified finger at the caged bird, prompting Kestrel to show me her IQ by flipping me off with both hands. I hear the door to the large hummer looking vehicle open and slam shut, drawing my attention from Mako and her audacity to whoever was coming out.

A fresh new rush of anger shoots through my veins as I see that the driver of the big hummer train was Kestrel’s little boy-toy, the fucking skinny-ass plague doctor that intervened when I was about to turn the stupid bird into ash.

“What the hell is going o-” Is all the beanpole could utter out before he was stopped by Pangolin, who gives him a look and shakes his head as if to say “Stay out of it.” Bird-brain number 2 nods and backs up, but I wasn’t gonna let him run off so easily.

"Oh! So the damn lanky beansprout is here too! Ain’t that a load of shit!!” I bellow out as electricity sparks across my back and arms from the mounting rage. “What? Did your little birdie bitch friend call for help??” Venom drips from my words as I spit them out.

“This playground smack-talk is getting us nowhere!” I hear Mako shout out in exasperation. I snap my head back to glare at her, my eyes glowing crimson as my anger continues to grow.

“Mako, shut the hell up and stay out of this! You have no dogs in this fight!” I damn near snarl out at the shark woman. Her face was irritated, but I can tell she expected that from me. Good. At least she wasn’t shocked. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Kestrel raising her hand up and fire off a smoke shot at the opening in my cage. I duck behind the wall, causing the smoke to wizz overhead before I pop my head up. Oooh the little bird is lashing out now.

“HEY, FUCKFACE!!!” I hear Kestrel bellow out, full chest and full of fire. Well, this is a bit surprising… The fire in her eyes is blazing brighter than when I was having a go at her personally, she must have really hated me going after Mako. “Leave Mako out of this, mangy mutt!!”

“Oh! So the little birdie wants to talk big game now, huh??” I taunted with a grin, arms outstretched in a challenging manner. I knew she couldn’t do jackshit to me in her current state, not like she was a serious threat to me in any sense, but at this point I was just wanting to piss her off more and more.

“I got your big game right here, right now!” Kestrel shouts out with all her might as she thumps her chest with her hands, it almost makes her fall over backwards due to her balance being affected by the calcified block on her feet. It was a hysterical sight to behold.

“Big talk for someone who hid under her boyfriend’s skirt like a coward!” I shout back at her, remembering how she ran away with her tail between her legs with her little boy-toy plague doctor knock off. She looks taken aback.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Really, bitch? Really?? Is that the thing you focus on? Though I’ll take that as an admission of being a coward. The grin on my face is wicked and malicious as I stare her in the eyes.

“Oh? Thought that lil limp-dicked stick would be perfect for you since you probably can’t get any other guy to touch you.” I sneer at her, seeing as she reacted to the “boyfriend” part of my insult, I figured going the “lovesick heart” route would get me more of her frustration and rage.

What I didn’t expect is what came out of her mouth next.

“At least I have people who actually want to be around me, who do you have? Hm?”

“What did you just say, bitch?!” I hiss out, venom dripping on every word as my eyes glow brighter. My mind reels as the words struck my ears and I process them into meaning. My blood starts to boil as I start to seeth. The mocking tone and the way she says it with such audacity. It pissed me off more than her little stunt. Memories of the people I lost flicker through my mind as the grin on that girl’s face widened. Black and red sparks arc off of me.

“Awwwww, what’s the matter? Did I touch a nerve, you fucking recluse? Are you gonna throw a hissy fit?” I hear that woman’s voice take a childishly mocking tone as she makes an exaggerated pouting face, complete with a wibbling lower lip, before shifting back to that infuriating smirk. This bitch thinks she has the right to call me that? Who does she think she is?? Memories of Kuo’s little tirade with the power transfer device comes to mind. This little girl thinks I chose to be a recluse? Chose not to have anyone in my life?!

“You don’t even know who. The fuck. I am.” I snarl out as I put my arm against the wall and glare daggers at her. I could see Mako looking terrified as she tries to tell Kestrel off, but the girl doesn’t seem to be listening.

“I know enough that stray rabid dogs like you are always alone.” That infusing grin on her face grows as she mocks me, shaking her head as she talks.

“Oh, You have no idea what I am capable of, girl. I could easily shut you up for good!” I give her the only warning, but I know she won’t heed it. I hope she doesn’t heed it. That way, nobody can get on my ass when I completely and utterly rip. Her. Apart…

“Oh really? Then do it! Come on! Come out of your brick house, little piggy! Come out and make me.” Kestrel taunts as she looks so cocky. Perfect. Heat starts to build in my body as I prepare to let The Beast come out to play. It has been a while since I obliterated someone with these powers. Mako’s face goes pale as she knows what’s about to happen and knows what’s going to happen to Kestrel.

“KESTREL MARIE MORRISON!!!!” I hear Mako scream out in panic, but it doesn’t matter as I let the raw RFE energy build and build and build until…

KA-BOOM!!!

The brick prison is now nothing but rubble as I stand in a small crater. My skin now sickeningly pale and grey, black veins showing predominantly on my skin. Electricity crackles wildly around my body and a fiery aura surrounds my person, the Beast has arrived and he’s ready to take his due.

I can’t help but to grin manically as I watch the oh-so tough girl’s face drain of color and wilt, her expression one of pure fear and terror. A similar reaction is seen on the plague doctor’s body language as he backs away. All of them look terrified. Good. I start to stroll up to the caged bird, ready to take what I am owed.

“Wait!” To my surprise, Mako gets in between me and the bird. Seriously, what has gotten into her?? “Mako, I’d get out of the way if I was you.” I warn. She’s the first familiar face in this wasteland, I don't want to snuff her out too, but if she really got in my way, I won’t hesitate to. She knows this, I’ve done it before.

“Look, Cole. Please.” She pleads. “I know Kestrel is a fucking idiot. I can promise you if I had known it was you she stole from, she would have gotten her ass chewed out so much that it would look like used bubble gum. Just… Please, let me explain the situation.”

“Wait… Cole…? Like… Cole MacGrath?” I hear the dead woman squeak out in terror. Oh now she realizes who she just fucked with?? How dense is this bitch? She looks over to Mako with a look of shock. “THIS is Cole MacGrath???”

“Wait, you know this guy?” The dumbass in the plague doctor mask blurts out. I would have face-palmed if I wasn’t so pissed off. Two things I can’t stand, thieves and brain-dead idiots and these two are both! Kestrel looks at her boy-toy with a look of horrified realization. I can’t help but to smirk at her fear.

“Dove, he’s The Beast!!” She screeches out. Dove? Really?? God, what is with the bird names?? The realization continues to sink more and more for the caged bird as she sinks down into a sitting position, curling up into a ball. “Oooh fuck… Oh fuck, I’m gonna die…” I can hear her mummer. The smirk on my face turns to a grin. Music to my ears.

“The B-” was all that the beanpole could utter out before running off like a coward. I see Pangolin go to grab at his arm, but the bird slips away as wind. Oh hell no.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!!” I growl out before throwing a grenade at the fleeing chicken. The ball of charged static pops and creates a small gravity well that pulls Dove back and flings him onto the ground. He makes a panic filled squeal as hits the dirt. With the birdie’s wing clipped, I fire off a bolt that strikes him. He convulses some and yells in pain before Arc Restraints form on his wrists and ankles, keeping him grounded.

“There, let’s see you run from that.” I hiss out at the chicken-boy before turning my attention to the real source of my rage and Mako. “Now that everyone is on the same page on how fucked they are… Mako, make it quick.” I snap at the shark woman. We may have history and I like her well enough, but she knows what happens when someone gets in my way. I watch her take a deep breath and sigh before looking me in the eye.

“When I left you guys… I was not prepared for the dangers that the Wildlands had in store.” I watch her fidget with the shark-tooth necklace around her neck as she talked, I can’t help but to raise an eyebrow. What does she mean? I personally trained her, she should be able to handle herself. “The bastards in Fracture? Tip of the iceberg. If Kestrel hadn’t found me, I’d be bleached bones in the dirt.”

“She saved your life?” I scoff as my eyebrows furrow and my frown deepens. That thief? Saving Mako? I look at the calcium Conduit’s face to see if she’s bullshitting to save her so called savior, but the look in her eyes tells me everything.

She’s telling the truth.

“Yeah…” She nods, looking back at Kestrel before looking back at me. “As much of a reckless dumbass as she can be, she’s a vital part of the group. She has a major role in a big project and she’s an expert scout and resource gatherer…” She sighs softly as I cross my arms, sparks still arcing off of my body. “Look… If she gives you back the blast shards, would you at least spare her this time?”

“What?!” I hear the thief blurt out before the calcified mass around her feet shifts, prompting a pained yelp from her mouth. I hold back a snicker as she rubs what little ankle that isn’t covered she could. Mako turns her head to give Kestrel a vicious death glare. Jesus, if looks could kill.

“I know if you truly want to kill her, I can’t stop you, but please. I never asked anything of you, this is the only thing I will ever ask.” I let out a deep sigh before running my hand over my chin, closing my eyes so I can think. She is right. During her time with me when I was leading, while everyone was constantly asking for me to do one thing or another, she never once asked anything of me. If I am to be honest, she was the closest thing to an actual friend I had in that outfit. So to say I have a lot of respect for her and trust wouldn’t be an incorrect statement. She also said that she’d make the thief return what was stolen, so there was that.

I look over at the caged Kestrel and I see her looking terrified, flinching and closing her eyes when I make eye-contact with her as if she’s preparing for the worst. Mako’s plea isn’t the only thing I have to consider. Mako knows she can’t stop me if I decide to kill the thieving bird, take the Blast Shards anyways and fuck off… But they’re still my ride and if the bird is as vital as Mako says she is, it’ll just make everything needlessly harder for everyone, including me. And with Mako’s honesty about Kestrel saving her life and this “Tip of the iceberg” business, as much as I hate to admit it, the bird is more useful to me alive than dead.

“Alright… Hand over the blast shards and I won’t turn the bitch into a smoldering husk on the ground, but this is the only time I’m doing this.” I sigh while looking at Mako. I see a shine of hope in her eyes as she bows her head to me.

“Thank you.” She murmurs out softly before she walks over to her caged friend, her expression changing to one of fury as she calls off the cage. The bones turn to dust as she roughly grabs Kestrel by the arm and stands her up. “You. Blast shards. Now.” She hisses out to the bird.

“But-”

“NOW!!” The shark roars out as the birdie goes scurrying off into the vehicle. Mako watches the doors and I think to myself. She better hope for both her and her friend’s sake that she doesn’t try to pull a fast one. My trust in Kestrel is non-existent.

To my pleasant surprise and Mako’s relief, Kestrel returns from inside with Shards in hand. I couldn’t help but to grin as the thief made the walk of shame towards me. She looks absolutely defeated, like a puppy that got kicked in the stomach. I revel in watching her being unable to make eye-contact with me as she holds out the Blast Shards she took from me. Perfect.

“I’ll be taking those.” I sneer as I touch the Blast Shards, causing them to discharge. My body absorbs the sweet, sweet RFE like a sponge. The boost may not be much with what I am now, but the surge from it still feels so good. I look down at the thief and scowl. “Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.” I growl lowly and spark up my hand to make sure she knows that she may be spared for now, but she’s on probation. She nods her head rapidly and I can see her body start to smoke up before Mako grabs her ear and yanks it roughly down so that it was at her head-level.

“You. Fucking. Owe me.” I hear Mako hiss into Kestrel’s ear before letting go and storming off. The bird looks even more pitiful to the point where it would be no fun to goad her. I leave her be as she goes off to start pulling her totaled bike back to the convoy. As she was busy with that, Pangolin walks over, clearing his throat awkwardly, but carrying the most poise out of everyone here.

“Hey Cole…” He starts off, I turn to look at him and give a grunt of acknowledgement. “Don’t worry about my brother. He’s an idiot.” I stifle a snicker at the bluntness of the comment. Honesty is something I can appreciate in people.

“Hey!!” I hear Dove shout before Pangolin forms a brick and chucks it at the chicken’s head. The red rock makes a nice thunk as it hits the boy’s head. I cough a bit as I try to stifle back more laughter.

“He’s basically our get-away driver and his wind powers make escape all the easier.” Pangolin states as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t cause you any more trouble… Could you, um… Let him up, please?” I can’t help but to roll my eyes in irritation, but the truth of the matter is my beef wasn’t with Dove. He was just a useful idiot and, as Pangolin said, the get-away.

“Since it looks like I’m being merciful…” I sigh as I walk over to the beansprout. With a spark of my hands, the Arc Restraints were dissipated. Before the chicken can get up and make a break for it, I grab his shirt and pull him up, causing his legs to dangle in the air. “Don’t think I won’t hesitate to fry you like a thanksgiving turkey next time, understood?” I growl. Dove shakes his head rapidly.

“U-u-understood!!” He stammers out. I drop him onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. Dove makes quick work getting back up onto his feet before taking off as a burst of wind. Pangolin sighs and shakes his head at bird number two before looking at me.

“Deepest apologies. This would have been addressed if we knew all the details.” Pangolin apologizes to me as I stretch out my arms. Relieving some of the tension in them. I’m about to tell him something when out of the corner of my eyes I spot Kestrel walking up to me. Oh great. My mood sours, even after being spared she still has the gall to come up to me?? Her eyes are still downcast though… What is she up to?

“The hell do you want? Already wanting to throw away your friend’s plea?” I sneer, my hand arcing up with electricity as a small reminder of where she currently stands and a warning to pick her words wisely. Was she gonna start up a fight? Try to make some more digs? Give me an excuse to drain her? Whatever stunt she was planning, I’m waiting for it.

“I’m sorry….”

“What?” My murderous thoughts were stopped mid-track at those two little words. Is… Is she… Apologizing??

“I’m sorry for taking the Blast Shards from you…” Her voice meekly murmurs out. She is actually apologizing! What in the hell?? I rack my brain a bit to see if I remember seeing anyone go up to her and put her up to this, but no! She did it on her own! She’s… Owning up to this??

“Wha-” is all I can get out before she dashes off to go back to the scrap-pile that was her bike. I look over at Pangolin to gauge his reaction and to my surprise, he wasn’t surprised. Normally when people have a lack of reaction, it tells me this is a common thing. So… She just… Owns up when she fucks up and apologizes without prompting?? Nobody telling her to do it?? Granted, she could be apologizing because she got caught and now she’s in trouble, but still! She still had the balls to come up to me, someone that was literally about to kill her, and say she’s sorry! I run my hand over my scalp as I try to fully process what I had just witnessed.

I start to pace around as Pangolin goes off to help Kestrel to get the wreck into one of the trailers on the convoy. This day was a roller coaster and if my insomnia decides to act up tonight, I’m not gonna be happy. Hopefully the rigamarole will have tired my brain out enough for me to actually sleep.

My pacing is soon interrupted when I hear Pangolin call for me and gesture to me to come onto the convoy. I let the energy in my body dissipate as I walk over to one of the trailers, my skin returning to its healthier and slightly sunburnt tone. I climb inside and see that it’s a cozy little set up. I sit down into one of the chairs and rest my head back on the cushions and close my eyes.

The vehicle shifts and we are on the move again, hopefully we aren’t too far from Droptown and where the gunsmith is most likely gonna be. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can get my hands on that gun.

What a day…

[skylarstark4826]

Friday Nights at the Weasleys’

He couldn’t remember ever feeling this uncomfortable. For someone who’d been turned into a ferret in front of the student body at large and whose parents had hosted Voldemort in their home on more than one occasion that was really saying something. And yet here he sat, the lone guest of the bride, while the groom’s side of the aisle seemed to overflow with well-wishers - many of them sporting ginger hair of the Weasley variety – feeling like some odd sort of insect on display.

Pansy owed him for this. She owed him big.

Weasel King (Ron, he could hear Pansy admonish him.) stood under a flowered arch with an expression that was halfway between bliss and nausea, the green-eyed savior of the wizarding world beside him. Typically, Potter’s hair stuck up at odd angles. Did the git not own a comb? He could defeat the Dark Lord, but he couldn’t master a simple cosmetic charm?

Pulled from his thoughts by the start of music, Draco turned to see the Weasley girl walking slowly down the aisle. He had to admit the emerald green, cocktail-length bridesmaid's dress worked very well for her. It accentuated the creamy glow of her skin and as she moved past him, Draco noted that her legs weren't half bad either. The bright summer sunlight was shining on her hair, revealing a variety of red shades blended in a much more fetching way than he remembered from their Hogwarts days. There wasn't any denying it. Ginny Weasley had grown into quite an attractive witch. His eyes followed her until she took her place, turning her face in the direction from which she'd just come as the music changed to signal the approach of the bride.

The guests rose as one, all focused on the vision in white moving towards the altar. Draco didn't really need to stand since there was no one to block his view, but far be it from him to buck tradition. He couldn’t help but smile at the openly content look on his best friend’s face as she took her final steps as Pansy Parkinson. As much as he would have preferred to see her with someone other than the freckle-faced git, Ron obviously made her happy and Draco would put up with him as long as that was the case. Pansy had stood by him through all his years of stupidity; he figured she was due the same sort of loyalty during hers. 

He weathered the ceremony admirably, he thought. When the Weasley matriarch began boo-hooing about her baby boy, Draco made sure to turn his head before he rolled his eyes; and when a smallish red-haired boy announced rather loudly that his mummy was ‘up the duff’ again, he covered his snort with a cough. His forbearance was tested each time his attention wandered to the bridesmaid, however. Ginny Weasley seemed to take great pleasure in trying to break his control, her own laughter visible in her eyes and expression each time she caught him looking her way. Years of practice at masking his emotions paid off, however, and there was only one point at which Draco thought he might crack. And really, who could have blamed him? The girl was making fishy faces at him during her brother’s vows, for Salazar’s sake.  No upbringing at all, he thought without any real condescension.

The reception was a loud and boisterous affair. After getting lost in the sea of ginger several times and dodging a number of explosives that the ones called Fred and George seemed to think appropriate for such a celebration, Draco finally managed to locate the newlyweds to offer his congratulations.

Smirking as he approached, he held his hand out to the Weasel. “Congratulations, Weasley. You’ve got the better end of this arrangement, I hope you realize.”

“I won’t argue that, Malfoy,” Ron returned evenly, taking Draco’s hand with an unnecessarily firm grip.

Watching the display with a bored expression, the bride gave a long-suffering sigh. “Are you planning to wish me well, Draco, or do I need to fetch a ruler and determine who has the biggest prick first?”

“That won’t be necessary, I wouldn’t embarrass Ron on his wedding day.” Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he looked at her with genuine affection. “I am happy for you, Pans. You deserve the best, and if Weasley’s managed to convince he’s it, I suppose that’s good enough for me.”

Her arms were around him in an instant. She spoke quietly, so only he could hear. “He’s good to me, Draco. I know you don’t see it, but I’m so glad you came today. It wouldn’t have felt right without you here.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He pulled away gently, taking her hand and passing it to Ron. “Now go on and celebrate with your husband, Mrs. Weasley.”

As Ron led Pansy off to mingle and dance, Draco grabbed a glass of firewhisky and sat at a table far off to the side. He hadn’t lied, he was happy for Pansy. Glad that she’d found someone to be happy with. It was a bittersweet thing, though. They’d been a pair for almost as long as he could remember. Intended for one another as children, best friends when they discovered their own desires didn’t match their parents’. It was Pansy who stood by Draco when he realized the path his father had taken was the wrong one; Pansy who went with him to turn information over to the Order of the Phoenix. By the war’s end, they’d both been disowned and they were shunned by all the people they’d thought of as friends. It was a difficult adjustment, but they’d helped each other. Now she had Weasley for that.

“Sitting over there with all your friends, are you?”

Head popping up at the sound of a female voice, Draco was greeted by the sight of the mischievous bridesmaid who’d spent the ceremony trying to fluster him. “It would be more correct to say I’m sitting here with all of Pansy’s friends, as I’m just a guest at her wedding.”

“Fair enough.” Ginny flashed a grin as she came to sit with him. “You were looking awfully grave considering the occasion. You could try, I don’t know, joining in the festivities?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I’d thought of asking Potter to cut a rug, but I’d be crushed if he rejected me.”

“Your toes would be crushed if he accepted, more like,” she rejoined with a snort. “He might’ve defeated the most evil wizard the world has ever known, but Harry’s about as graceful as a Confunded troll.  I, on the other hand, am the very picture of poise and polish.”

“I could tell that from the moment you looked at me with those charming fish lips.” Rising, Draco offered his arm. “If you’d care to dance, I’ll do my best to not to embarrass you.”

Ginny accepted with a laugh, and that was the last Draco sat until much later in the evening.

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“I don’t know why we needed to invite Ginny for dinner tonight,” Ron grumbled as he set four place settings around the table.

Pansy’s face was all innocence, which her husband knew meant she was up to no good.  

“Don’t you want to see your sister, darling?”

Ron pointed the fork in his hand at her accusingly. “You know that’s got nothing to do with it. Why invite her the same night as you’ve invited Malfoy?”

“Draco, darling,” she replied in a warning tone.

“Fine. Why invite Draco and Ginny over the same night?”

With a roll of her eyes, Pansy shrugged. “We don’t have any other single friends. I didn’t want either of them to feel like a third wheel. Now we’re all evened up. Boy, girl, boy, girl.”

She was saved from Ron’s retort by the doorbell, and Pansy gave a smug smile as she turned to greet their first guest.

Draco stood outside the flat with the requisite bottle of wine for his hosts. He was looking forward to seeing Pansy; he’d been trying to give her time to settle into her new life, but he’d missed her. It would have been preferable to spend time with his friend on his own, but he’d endure the company of the Weasel King if he had to.

“Draco!” Pansy said warmly, embracing him tightly before stepping aside so that he could enter. “Come in. It’s so good to see you.”

“You too, Pansy,” he replied, returning her hug. Stepping inside the small flat, Draco nodded at Ron. “Weasley.” The none-too-discreet clearing of a feminine throat brought a heavy sigh. “I mean, Ron.”

“Draco,” Ron returned.

Handing Pansy the bottle of wine he’d brought, Draco spent a few awkward moments with Ron while she carried it to the kitchen. Since it didn’t appear that Weasley was going to offer up any polite conversation, Draco ventured a lame attempt. “So, what do you think of the Harpies chances this year?”

They were interrupted, thankfully, by a sharp rap on the door, and before anyone could answer it, Ginny popped her head inside. “Hello. Sorry I’m late.” Her eyes fell on Draco with surprise and she leveled a pointed look at her sister-in-law. “Oh, Pansy didn’t mention you’d be here, Draco.”

“Surprise,” he said in dry humor. Pansy hadn’t mentioned that Ginny would be coming to him, either. Not that he minded particularly, but it smacked of matchmaking. Pans had been after him to find a girlfriend ever since she’d gotten serious about Ron.  She gets a Weasley and suddenly decides everyone else needs one, too.

Pansy called them to the table and Ron poured them each a glass of wine. Leaning in toward Draco, Ginny whispered, “Now we watch to see if Pansy drinks. The last three Weasley brides came back from their honeymoon pregnant.”

Draco choked and turned wide eyes to Pansy as he gasped for air. He’d just gotten used to the idea of her marrying one of the red-haired brigade, thoughts of her breeding with Ron were not something Draco was ready to consider. He watched with bated breath until she raised her glass to her lips and sipped, an audible sigh of relief escaping as she did.

“Something wrong, Draco?” Pansy asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“No, not at all. Just enjoying my meal, Pans. Your cooking has really improved,” he teased.

Ron snorted.

Setting her glass down with a thunk, Pansy scowled at her husband. “Ron made it.”

A chorus of muffled snickers came from around the table until the glare from the most recent Mrs. Weasley silenced them.

Pansy turned her attention to Ginny and raised a brow. “Oh, you’re wearing your locket, Ginny. You like it, then? I’d hoped it would suit.”

Pink staining her cheeks, Ginny’s hand went to the silver oval that hung from her neck. “Yes, thank you. It’s perfect.”

Draco looked at the piece of jewelry. It was a pretty little charm, simple but elegant. The face had a series of intertwined vines engraved upon it, surrounding a scripted ‘G’. “It does suit you rather well. Do you have a pictures inside?”

Tightening her hand on the locket, Ginny shook her head. “No! I mean, not yet.”

They ate in relative silence for awhile, until Draco felt a poke in his side and jumped up with a rather effeminate titter. Clearing his throat, he took his seat again, shooting a level look at the young woman who’d been trying to get his attention. “Did you need something?”

Ginny didn’t even try to muffle the giggles. “I was wondering if you would pass the rolls. Sorry if I startled you.”

As Draco handed her the requested item, Pansy chimed in. “Oh, he wasn’t frightened. Draco is extremely ticklish. He can barely stand for someone to wiggle a finger at him.”

“Is that right?” Ginny asked with a mischievous smirk, waving her index finger at the man in question.

Glaring at each woman in turn, Draco scooted his chair farther from the offensive digit. “No. I’m not ticklish. Pansy just likes to tell tales.”

Pansy just smiled and took another sip of wine. “Of course, darling.”

It became a regular gathering, these Friday night dinners with Pansy, Ron and Ginny. Draco enjoyed seeing his oldest friend often, and over time he even began to like the Weasel King – a little. He discovered that his best friend’s husband was a keen strategist, and playing wizard’s chess with him was a real challenge. Ron also had a knack for pushing his sister’s buttons. Watching the two of them go after each other was highly entertaining, so long as you were quick enough to get out of the way when hexes started to fly.

Even when she wasn’t out for Ron’s blood, Ginny was fun. In her endless quest to get Draco to admit his ticklishness, she’d often try to catch him unaware, going for his side as she pretended to reach for something just beyond him or pinching his knee at the dinner table.

She could talk about anything. Ginny had quite an array of knowledge, but even when faced with a topic about which she knew nothing, she could ferret out enough information to take a position exactly opposite whoever she picked as her target for torment. Draco enjoyed sparring with her. With her quick wit and a penchant for mischief, conversation with Ginny was never dull. It was something he looked forward to.

And then one Friday, there were only three places at the dinner table.

“Isn’t Ginny coming?” Draco asked, a frown forming at the sight of the empty spot where she usually sat.

Ron and Pansy exchanged a look, and Pansy’s words were clipped when she answered. “No, she had other plans tonight.”

The news did not sit well with Draco. For months now they’d been meeting every Friday night. It was a routine. A standing engagement. How could she have other plans?

“What other plans?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Ron shrugged, obviously uncomfortable. “Dunno exactly. She said something about meeting a bloke for dinner.”

Draco’s mouth dropped open. “She’s on a date?” Brow creased in agitation, he added stupidly, “But it’s Friday night!”

“Generally thought of as a good time for such things, darling,” Pansy retorted in a bored tone. “What are you so concerned about anyway? It’s not as though you’re dating her. Why should you care if someone else does?”

“I don’t care…” And then he realized that he did care. Quite a lot, in fact. He didn’t want Ginny out with some other man when she was supposed to be here with him, talking and sneaking up on him with casual touches. “Where is she?”

Ron looked mildly surprised, but Pansy had a ready answer. “I believe she mentioned a place called Dante’s. Probably one of those romantic little Italian places with drippy candles.”

He knew exactly the place she was talking about. It was romantic, and it did have drippy candles. It was an ideal place to take a date if you wanted to make a good impression. “Bloody hell,” Draco muttered, heading for the door.

“Draco? Don’t you want to stay and eat?” Pansy called after him, but it was too late. He was gone.

Wrapping an arm around his wife, Ron leaned down and kissed her hair. “You really are devious sometimes.”

Pansy’s face was a picture of satisfaction. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Draco apparated to the restaurant and stormed past the hostess. Spotting Ginny at a table in the corner, he went straight to her, coming to a stop beside her table. She started to smile up at him, but seeing his expression, her own changed to one of confusion.

“Where’s your date?” Draco demanded.

Ginny blinked. “What?”

“Because I’m going to tell him to bugger off. It’s Friday night.  Our night. The night I look forward to all week.” His head swiveled, searching for the interloper who had thrown a wrench in the works.

“But Pansy said… Draco, there’s no need to –“ she began, but he cut her off.

“No need?” he exclaimed, sinking into the chair across from her and taking her hand. “I don’t want to lose our Friday nights, Ginny. I don’t want to lose you.”

The corners of Ginny’s mouth turned upward and she pulled her hand away from Draco. Reaching behind her neck, she unclasped the locket she always wore.

Placing it in Draco’s hand, she said, “There is no other date, Draco. I was waiting for you. Pansy told me you’d meet me here.”

“Waiting for me?” he asked, confused as he turned the locket in his fingers.

“Open it.”

With a curious glance at the beautiful witch across from him, Draco opened the locket to find a picture from Pansy and Ron’s wedding reception. Ginny was in his arms as they twirled around the garden behind the Burrow in perpetual motion. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The following summer Draco stood under a flowered arch, feeling alternately blissful and nauseous. To his left was a tall, red-haired fellow with the kind of knowing expression that only men who have already been through a day such as this one can wear. The bride’s guests were packed tightly on their side of the aisle, with more than one new arrival since the last wedding took place in this spot.

There was only one person seated on the groom’s side, a pretty, brunette witch with a turned-up nose and a burgeoning belly. Draco smiled at her as the music began to play. Turning his head to watch Ginny march slowly towards him to become his wife, he decided that Pansy had paid him back very well indeed.

[fantasticenthusiasttale]

I have the comic "Quando Paperone chiama..." (not the original in italian, this is a reference) and I just wanna talk about something...

Link inducks:

https://inducks.org/issue.php?c=it%2FZPP+++8#g

Context: Uncle Scrooge demands attention from relatives at all times of the day (and night). Now Donald, Ludwig, Gyro Gearloose and Grandma Duck (she's called Elvira in english??) wants to make him taste his own poison. So they have a family meeting about this, and they made a big plan to do this, on what everyone have to call him in the middle of the night to "help them urgentely to do something".

I love how Donald and the triplets's part of the plan was just call Scrooge crying at 1 AM (probabilly) telling their problem. It's like "Uncle Scrooge sees we as we're his babies, so we're going to be his babies" (yeah I already read a lot of fanfics, but italian Scrooge doesn't help).

(Sorry I don't have how to scan this)

Scrooge: Huh? Who can be at this hour?

Scrooge: Hello...

Donald (in the phone): (Crying sounds) Boo-hoo! Help, unca!

Scrooge: Calm down, nephew! What happened?

Donald: I need help immediately, uncle! The plumbing is broken and my house is flooded! I don't know what to do!

Scrooge: What do you think to call a plumber? It's for this they are for!

Donald: At this hour? Certanely they wouldn't come!

Scrooge: And me neither!

Donald: He hung up!

Louie: We're going to the plan B!

And the "plan B" is turn the pretend more realistic

Scrooge: Huh? What are you doing here at an hour like that?

Donald: I already told you! Our house is flooded!

Nephew: Can we stay here?

Scrooge: I throught it was a joke, Donald!

Donald: Before it was!

Donald: Ops! Sorry!

Scrooge: OUCH! You really needed to took this cactus along?

Donald: Sure! Cíntia (cactus's name) hates moisture!

HDL: Thank you, unca!

Scrooge: Hmm... don't you think that you're exaggerating?

Nephew: Before it was, uncle!

Scrooge: The guest room! It's been closed for a long time, but you'll like it!

Donald: Wow! It's horrible!

Nephew: And the mattress is so hard!

Donald: We wouldn't sleep here, are we?

Scrooge: Well... I...

Nephew: OUCH! My back are already hurting!

And so...

Donald: A rich's bed!

Nephew 1: Hurra! THAT'S a room!

Nephew 2: Thank you, uncle!

Donald: Where you will sleep?

Scrooge: In the guest room! I like its!

Nephew 1: Uncle! I'm hungry!

Scrooge: Now?

Nephew 2: And I have thirst!

Nephew 3: Can you do a sandwitch for me?

Scrooge: Calm down! One at a time! Humpf! Don't eat too much, right?

Unca Scrooge will never leave his nephews in the streets at night or sleeping with hungry or having thirst

Well, at least the kids 😆

[joyfull24]

That's One Big Baby

I know a lot of people would kill to have their baby gain weight. To those people, feel free to skip this one. Or stick around, I promise there’s a point.

Like everyone else on planet earth, I can only speak from my own experience…and in my case I’m one of those annoying women who have no problems (yet) breast-feeding. Before you go ripping your hair out with jealousy, I’ll have you know that it took me five years and a lot of medical treatment to conceive my son. The pregnancy was fairly smooth sailing, but I did get stuck in prodromal labor for seven days and after the birth I got a horrible PUPP rash and I don’t know why I’m trying to justify any of this to you because everyone knows that everything is relative and life is hard for everybody. 

So it may sound very boo-hoo, but I have to tell you that my parents think my baby is obese. He is a strictly breast-fed baby and the wisdom of the day is that you can’t overfeed a breast-fed baby. This must not have been the wisdom when dinosaurs ruled the Earth , because my parents are convinced that I have an enormous child. Again, I’m very lucky. I have clean water to drink, plenty of food to eat, and I can literally spray breastmilk out of my nipples on demand like in Austin Powers (minus the bullets). Sure, this creates its own problems. I don’t own a clean T-shirt, my husband and I change the sheets every five minutes, and I’m sure my boobs will be pinched by my belt soon enough…but the really big problem is my parents think my baby is fat.

Because my parents think my baby is fat I think my baby is fat. I try not to. I tell myself all the time that he’s just well-nutrified. I’m not sure that’s even a real word. Yet I find myself worried about it late at night...

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[rodolfoparras]

Honestly I love the look of my clothes obviously and i feel hot asf in them but then after wearing it for a few minutes I'm like hmm no I want my pyjamas back😭 I have like one outfit that I can wear all day without getting uncomfortable and it makes me look emo💪(that's what I'm going for)

Also cute little thing about William and Talia that's kinda smutty also ! so sometimes when Talia gets really surprised, his wings spread and fluff out a lot, a lot of the time knocking things over yk? Well he also does that when overwhelmed and basically first time having sex, William made Talia cum so hard his wings suddenly spread out and knocked a bunch of things off of the nightstand😭 he was so embarrassed but William actually found it really funny and actually chuckled!! (he never really laughs or smiles, is either like :| or >:| all the time. )

And I had to make Virgil have at least a little bit of comfort, even if it's minor. William did one time let Virgil sleep in after he had a huge breakdown the night before also. That's the nicest thing he's ever done to Virgil

For Deer boy, when working for Ciel, his name is Oliver but his actual name is Opal ! Changed to Oliver to blend in more since it's more common of a name.

Oliver also like will go on and on when someone is complaining over something really minor😭 like the guy with the tea? If Oliver wasn't dragged away by Sebastian he would've probably said something like. "Oh boo hoo your tea isn't perfect, why don't you go cry to your mommy about it like the big baby you are. Grow the fuck up, you're 42 crying about tea, maybe do something useful with your life" And much more.

also one time Ciel asked another kid his age how they couldn't read and with zero hesitation, Oliver was like "probably because their family is poor and can't afford education, you rich asshole" like he doesn't even hold back from his mini boss😭 Sebastian is the only one spared because he's pretty🙄

-🌱

I am very much the same if I could I’d live in my gray sweats and soft t’s why can’t pajamas / sleeping clothes be fashionable id make headlines here 😞

Well hello that sounds both cute and hot bc imagine overstimulating someone and watching their wings twitch rapidly 🧎🏻‍♂️

I love that everyone’s giving him a bit of love I think everyone deserves it 🥹

Deer boy has such a pretty name!!! Idk why but I think of pearls when I hear it? I love it!! Please I wouldn’t stand a chance if deer boy would cuss me out why is he hitting all the sore spots 😭

[imperfectly360]

Remember when I wanted to live my life like an ashy Tumblr blog and do extraordinary things and seep on juice that was faulty and be "hardcore" mmm yeah no flash photography pls but now I'm not anywhere near that anymore I'm still recovering from when I liked your nerdy words and acting special because look at me now hoe bag I don't do any of those things anymore I don't have the brain capacity to use extraordinary words anymore and you can tell I have given in to being extraordinary like stretchy plack denim that fades in certain parts and ploomps out yeah that's right I'm too tired to think of your extraordinary vocabulary because as you can see can you see there is nothing extraordinary here it's just simp on simp and I don't want to be simply extraordinary either because I don't really like that fare anymore it's kinda more fun to be like this this this can't you tell no more of the extraordinary me or whatever you want to call it Broadway shit because I don't really like cheesy stuff like that I like sad simp not happy simp or glamorous or whatever you want to call it that's not the point is that if you don't want a meowmie then don't bother with me because I want a seat at the table and sometimes the glamorous and the extraordinary is really gay shit and no one really cares for them because they are not nice and they dont look purdy and also if you have anything to say about all this no one wants to hear you because you sound like you want to be glamourous and extraordinary like you want to be famous too or something oh please youre a sad puppy if the only thing you want to be is fat gay and colored like no one really cares at this point were talking about cereal and if you cant even gwt that right then go back to when i wamted to live like a tumblr blog post about beer and big sausages because now we just eat almond yogurt so stfu and then i also want to say something is that im tired of camping all the time and i want everything to be perfect well well thats probably because im gross okay bye no one likes meowmie so sad boo hoo cry baby yeah well no meowmie foe you byeeeeeeee

[jeannedarkterraguard]

Day four of Jeannes Pokemon Scarlet Nuzlocke

Didn't really have a lot of time over last two week because my father died last Tuesday and i didn't really feel like playing even when i had the time but today we actually continue the Nuzlocke

ok, I'm pretty sure legends Arceus already had idle animations like this but i think it's cool that the characters actually reacts to the weather by shielding themselves from the rain while running. I mean it's stupid and doesn't do shit but people do this in real life too so...

i decided to actually do some of the classes the game keeps telling me about because Lisa told me they would be important later and honestly... with the exception of history they all seem pretty useless right now...

time for the next titan fight

okay the idea of an evil stork pokemon throwing boulders from its... bag? Bib? Pouch?... is pretty creative but this thing does look really stupid when it opens its beak

also i once again OHKO'd it with thunder fang

looks... tasty?

Yeah arven... your dog just barked... I'll call the fucking news

SWIMMING! Finally a useful new ability

New Team member Amphitrite the Finizen

uhm... either the director forgot he's supposed to be undercover or students actually can expel other students. Which seems weird

Next new team member Metis the Tatsugiri... this is also the point where i realized i was walking around the wrong area for my level...

Gaia evolved... not sure if i like the design but i also don't hate it

so this titan just wanders around the desert... guess I'll fight it then

Hey look... I'm finally not overleveled for once

still OHKO'd

Arven brings up a fantastic point... why can't healthy things actually taste good

is it just me or does my mouth look unnaturally big in this picture?

Gliding!!!

i know i shouldn't... I know this is a terrible Idea... I could loose the Nuzlocke here... but i really want to have the last movement option for Koraidon...

No Arven we didn't get a On-Screen message that we defeated the Titan... there's clearly another phase to this fight

see...

had to sacrifice both Themis and Persephone but i managed to defeat the titan

why are we scared of a sandwich?

And climbing... now i should be able to go literally everywhere...

and the dog is healthy again... yay, i guess...

Oh boo hoo! Arven you're a grown ass man and your mom has a job stop whining like a baby just because she isn't home 24/7

OH MY GOD!!!! i found a shiny Nymble! I actually get to take advantage of the Shiny-Clause!!!!

Hermes the SHINY Nymble

and now that the Titans are done it's time for the next team star base

probably should have done this one sooner

yeah that was way too easy

hey, my cat/dog/native American lizardman likes you penny

Oh shit are they going to make me feel bad for beating up the evil team now?

Demeter and Hermes evolved

also it seems i forgot to take a screenshot of it but i caught Hecate the Girafarig and she also evolved

don't worry kid... most four year olds aren't

Okay I'm beginning to question team stars judgment because if someone walked around looking like that... i would NOT let them design ANY outfit

well... I'm actually not sure why i send Athena in but it was definitely a bad idea

still won... Hecate really carried my team here (i need better coverage)

Ah yes, he's getting bullied because he geeks out over old-fashioned stuff... not at all because of the way he looks, talks or dresses...

I... Uhm... how... Why does this guy have TWO monobrows?!? (is it still a monobrow if he has two of them?)

oh right the wallet... i think i got that when i was going from great tust to the false dragon titan... also it always confuses me how people forget things like their wallet, keys or phones... like i forget a lot of things, names, birthdays, my lunch... one time when i was 17 i forgot to put on a shirt and went to school in a sports bra... but never in my life have i forgotten to bring my wallet that thing is always in the back-pocket of my jeans so all i have to do before leaving the house is give a slap to my left asscheek and i know if i have it.

This seems like a weird gym test... but then again everything about this gym is weird

hey, i made 10k on this

okay at this point I'm pretty sure this game is doing this on purpose to confuse straight people...

well. This should be relatively a relatively easy sweep with Gaia

yup... also this photo is ridiculous

Nemona you need to chill

sooo... Larry is... just a dude? I mean it makes sense for the normal type gym leader but it also automatically makes him the least memorable gym leader I've seen in this game yet

really wish i still had Athena with me...

and there goes Amphitrite... Shit

still did it but man i REALLY need more coverage on my team

THANK YOU GEETA

THATS WHAT QUAXLY TURNS INTO?!?

well that would be useful if i had a pokemon with a terra type different than its own original type

outside of the fairy squad base and look I'm not overleveled...

New team member Hephaestus the Bronzong

HOLY FUCK!!!! i was actually trying to catch the Salazzle and just randomly find a SECOND shiny!?! i never found a single shiny in any of my previous Nuzlockes and now i get two in a single run

New (and as far as i can tell probably last because the only areas left are the north, east and south sea and all I seem to find there are Finizen and Wattrel) team members Hydra the Deino and Aphrodite the Salazzle

well that was a productive day... i think i will take on the Fairy squad base next...and i know that is a bad idea but look... i specifically got Hephaestus and Aphrodite for that base and the only other things left to do are

The psychic gym, but i kinda wanna wait with that until Gaia has a better dark move than bite

The ghost gym, which i could do but... see my above comment about the psychic gym...

The fighting squad, but the only team members that would be effective there are Sana and Hecate and both of them are only around level 35

and The ice gym, for which i only have Hestia and she isn't even evolved yet (well i also have Aphrodite but if i somehow loose her I'm gonna be screwed in against the fairy squad because i don't think Hephaestus can solo that)

soo... anyway see you (hopefully) tomorrow for the Fairy squad...

RIP

Themis the Oinkologne (lvl 2-36)

Persephone the Bramblin (lvl 26-39)

Athena the Primeape (lvl 15-41)

Amphitrite the Finizen (lvl 39-49)

[dnd-homebrew5e]

Session Titles - Campaign 3

So, my DM lets me name all of our sessions because he doesn’t care and he knows I enjoy it. Here we are with our Everus campaign. These are the session titles so far. I’ll post arc titles as well as soon as an arc is finished. 

Arc 1 - The Magic Beans

Session 1 - Dat Good Good Grass Session 2 - Don’t Crush the Baby Session 3 - Piggie Dippins Session 4 - Veggie Tales Session 5 - Gobby is Free Session 6 - River Shenanigans Session 7 - Dear Abbot Session 8 - A Giant Problem Session 9 - Thicc Mannequin Dancers Session 10 - Wish Upon a Fish Session 11 - Meat Stalkers Session 12 - Send That Spider to Hell Session 13 - Spiddies (Spider Tiddies) Session 14 - Fiancé?!?!? Session 15 - Midnight Train to Copperhaven

Arc 2 - The Wyrmfoe Fellowship

Session 16 - Treat Yo Self Session 17 - You Like Scars, Granny? Session 18 - Singular Gnoll Session 19 - Blue Slaad & The Tad Lads Session 20 - The Answers Are In The Stars Session 21 - Freakshow Elf Session 22 - Pyramid Scheme Session 23 - Big Stonkin’ Hammer Session 24 - Pyramid Scheme 2.0 Electric Boogaloo Session 25 - Oh, Boo Hoo Session 26 - Naked & Afraid Session 27 - Beyond the Grave Session 28 - Shaquille O’Bear Session 29 - Thanks For The Sword Session 30 - The Castle Ascends Session 31 - Absolutely and Terribly Cursed Session 32 - Righted Old Wrongs

Arc 3 - NBD

Session 33 - Magic Bean Bungalo Session 34 - Captain Dickhead Session 35 - Don’t Say Wink Session 36 - Shadow Realm Session 37 - Topsy Turvy Tunnels Session 38 - Cherubs Be Haters Session 39 - Eleven Away Session 40 - Olly Olly Auction Scheme Session 41 - Accept Your Fate Session 42 - Red Hot Chili Volcano Session 43 - The Thestral Whisperer Session 44 - Yakety Sax