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Das & Ofi for Mermay 2022 AU
Das is based on an oarfish and probably think of Ofi as strange fish or seal. Figured out he's actually touch starved and followed this strange seal to shallow water.
Eventually becomes a concern for the local marine researchers and they ended up taking him to their facility to treat him for whatever ailment he got.
Das & Ofi - me
Eti - @heuristicallyinclined
Pavnis - @theartisticapparition
#Daseer Wanlyn#Ofelia Asvini#Etivor Petris#Pavnis Madron#Mermay 2022#Mermaid AU#Kuroha Ai#Oarfish because nothing really known about them so I can BS my stuff#also long long boi#Ofi got jumpscared by aquatic sadako#ended up with sea puppers#majestic sea creature (lol)#also first time drawing human Ofi and I really enjoy it#also Ofi is a freelance diver who both part timing with the researchers and her dad's seaside restaurant#enjoys some thrill of extreme freediving and then met this mofo#yes I'm fashionably late but in my defense the sketches were done on May
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The Nomination Period for the 1st Term 2024 Inuyasha Fandom Awards is now CLOSED!!
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Best Action/Adventure
“Versus the Demon Lord” by @amara-sessh
“Fighting some demons at night” by @marycrispies
“Tethered” by @rinshairandthoughts
Best AU/AR
“Untitled” by @florsdellunalluna
“Sense and Sensibility” by @kalcia
“Kagome the Princess of the Wolf Tribe” by @dudiinx
“Sailor Moon Crossover” by @valgreys
“Moonlight” by @dudiinx
“Untitled” by @hycopank
Best Canon Universe
“Naraku” by @lady-lin
“Keep You Safe” by @nartistadigital
“Cuddlebugs” by @feudalobo
“Casa” by @pachworldx-1
“Untitled” by @fishybehavior
Best Angst
“Untitled” by @liquidashesart
“Spirit Run” by @classysassy9791
“distance makes the heart grow fonder” by @elevenharbor
“Cupid in love” by @pachworldx-1
Best Dark
“Nextlahualtin” by @moonkissedart / MoonKissedA (AO3)
“I just want your heart” by @akulols
“Inuspiration” by @stardust414
Best Humor/Parody
“Zoomies” by @purpledemonart
“Finish him” by @generalmoony
“Untitled” by @tiroma-art
“Izayoi’s Expressions” by @tmetta
“Fish Eye Lens SessNara” by @devilatelier
“Untitled” by @mama-ino
“All Dressed Up” (art in story) by @rinafananditshows
“Get Along Shirt” by @jane-imes
Best Kiss
“Beast in the Basement” by @kalcia
“Moonlight” by @dudiinx
“Untitled” by @dekirufran
“Fireworks” by @xtaisanax
“Untitled” by @inumysuzue
Best Character
“Shippo” by @nartistadigital
“Blue Moon” by @len-barboza
“Inuyasha” by @stoneofmaya (X, formerly Twitter)
“琥珀. Kohaku.” by @toutousai
“Kagome Stained Glass” by @razdazberry
“Kouga” by @gantzfelt (X, formerly Twitter)
“InuKimi” by @anime093se
“Waiting for Him” by @alicepupurred
“Nighttime Ride” by @classysassy9791
“Untitled” by @justafewsmallsteps
Best Duo/Pairing
“KogKag romantic blizzard” by @razdazberry
“Sango and Kagome” by @fuko-sshi
“Mommy and Daughter Time” by @katballesteros
“Miroku & Sango” by @xmonday-mintx
“Destiny in their veins” by @alicepupurred
“Here’s my girls” by @justafewsmallsteps
“KaguKik” by @moonnueart
Best Doujinshi
“distance makes the heart grow fonder” by @elevenharbor
“A pupper tryin to be like her dad” by @briizer
“Family” by @heavenin--hell
“Way of the House-Demon” by @lucymorningstar257
“InuKag Week Day 6: Courting” by @jess-oui
Best Redraw
“I Understand” by @len-barboza
“Manga Redraw” by @heavenin--hell
“they were the blueprint” by @badanaday
“Inktober” by @tealybopper
“Inuyasha & Kagome redraw” by @midiatamente
Best NSFW
“Dearest” by @xtaisanax
“Red #40” by @brain-rot-hour / GoblinOnAHorse (AO3)
“Deck the Balls” by @brain-rot-hour / GoblinOnAHorse (AO3)
“Inuyasha dragon au (second picture)” by @moonkissedart / MoonKissedA (AO3)
“Fun at Sea” by @spiralofdragon
“Happy Valentine’s Day” by @jane-imes
Best InuKag Romance
“Eternal Gift” by @clearwillow / BrigidTheFae (AO3)
“Untitled” by @dellmain
“Domestic” by @rubbesart
“Untitled” by @shizuki502
“Untitled” by @actiasz
Best SessKag Romance
“the night before Christmas and there was only one bed” by @stardust414
“Untitled” by @stellesappho
“Sesskag Festival Day 1 - Rejuvenate” by @julytheartist
“Tokyo Tower” by @julytheartist
“Thy Mate” by EnchantedInk_AG (AO3)
“Sesshoumaru. I love you” by @inumysuzue
“Untitled” by @kiliinstinct
Best Romance
“kohaku & rin - they're cute together” by @elevenharbor
“KogKag romantic blizzard” by @razdazberry
“Falling for You” by @eliza-faust-diary
“KagSan” by @moonnueart
Best Group Depiction
“Overcoming the past” by @valgreys
“Baby Inu with his parents” by @eliza-faust-diary
“Un moment de tranquilitat a l'època Sengoku” by @mmezo
“inuyasha! 🌙” by @eggramenart
Best Fluff
“the night before Christmas and there was only one bed” by @stardust414
“Starry Night” by @katballesteros
“Baby Inu with his parents” by @eliza-faust-diary
“SessKag as Kids” by @ivii20
“chibi” by @ivii20
Best Overall
“His hair makes me so happy” by @devilatelier
“Kagome Stained Glass” by @razdazberry
“Thy Mate” by EnchantedInk_AG (AO3)
“Untitled” by @lilacfoxarts
“dancing in the moonlight” by @masitadibujante
“Nighttime Ride” by @classysassy9791
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Tag games! Tag games!
I was tagged by @agena87 and @eljeebee- both cool moots. Agena87 has been doing some super interesting stuff in Blender, along with creative edits that deserve a lot of appreciation. Lana is a newer moot who shares similar obsessions beyond the Sims (**cough cough**Mass Effect**) and finds the most interesting content to post- I always discover new things over at her simblr. Thank you for the tag, friends!
Rules: You can use any sims game to answer this questions!
Your 3 traits: bookworm, goofy, laaaaaazy
Your aspiration: Friend of the World. But that will be hard. Since I am somewhat socially inept AAAAND lazy.
In-game world you'd live in: Ok, NOT Forgotten Hollow. Shocking, I KNOW. Unless it was a really cool build. It's so small. Not enough for me. I like Brindleton Bay because I love the sea. Or Sulani/Selvadorada. That would be kickass and both worlds remind me of where I grew up.
Favorite townie(s): Or premade? Morgyn Ember, Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, Simon Silversweater, L. Faba...AND Straud (post CAS). (AND LOU! OMG, I almost forgot my pupper!)
Most used pack(s): Vampiiiiiiiires. Country kitchen kit. And Supernatural.
Favorite decor object: The bookshelves by Strange Storyteller Sims always make it into my builds. A lot of stuff by Lili's Palace too. I love modern/contemporary builds but I end up doing these builds filled with antiques and frankly it pisses me off a little that I can't be more versatile and keep going for the same old when there is so much choice.
Something you want in the game: A storyteller mode where I can toggle day/night, seasons and other goodies without having to download a bajillion mods. Or getting rid of item slots on surfaces so I can clutter without OMSP or the TOOL mod BECAUSE I AM LAZY and I get tired of decorating if I need a math degree to move something 500 times.
What color is your plumbob right now? Chartreuse!
Have you ever seen @izayoichan, @simstrashkingdom, @magicofsimplestories, @alinelie, @aurorangen, and last, but never least, @greighish in the same room, all together? COULD THEY ALL BE THE SAME PERSON! NO! THAT'S INANE! But: you've all been tagged (if you feel like it- no worries).
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Still thinking about the fact that all of the entities except for the Web are basically incapable of deep thought and basically run on instinct. This has given me the idea that they are pretty much just animals with insane cosmic powers and I feel like each of the entities, if given a physical vessel, would each be the following.
Eye=Cat- An annoying creature that brings its favorite avatars gifts, but the gifts are in the form of completely useless and random facts.
Buried=Naked mole rat- Is appealing to some and highly disturbing to others.
Vast=Albatross- Birb that fly, and also swim; too big for comfort, but ultimately perfect.
Hunt=Wolf- Do I really explain this one?
Slaughter=Tasmanian Devil- Evil, angry, chaotic puppers.
End=Vulture- Prefers its victims dead.
Dark=Olm- Long creature; lives in caves; who needs eyes when you can't see anything?
Lonely=Red Panda- Baby
Stranger=This fucker \/
(All jokes, the stranger would probably be some kind of fuck up deep seas creature)
Corruption=Centipede- Also needs no explanation
Spiral=Stoat- Long noodle that uses noodleness to fuck with prey.
Extinction=A politician- You know what I mean
Web=Crazy old woman who lives with her freaky eldritch pets.
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Disclaimer: No one owns Loki; he’s just a hot pain in my sass. No one owns Hel. I don’t own Marvel or Viacom. Mythological similarities are mostly coincidental.
A/N: Part 8 of the Sigyn Timeline of the Duchess Series, (find masterlist here)! I’d always love to hear your opinions.
Series Warnings: Loki/fem!reader. Reader has nickname and backstory but no physical description. Language, panty theft, masturbation, public nudity, seismophobia. Warnings will be added as the series goes on.
Series Summary: This series begins during Thor (2011) and generally follows along that plot. After Loki’s visit to the SHIELD encampment, at which point the timeline branches
Timeline Warnings: Torture, Odin being his usual shitty self, violence toward/gruesome death of children, character death, imprisonment, public sex, oral sex, fingering, drinking, smut
Timeline Summary: This timeline follows the Sacred Timeline through the end of Thor (2011), at which point you’re stranded on Asgard and things take a mythological turn.
Chapter Warnings: Pregnancy, mention of child/animal abuse, fluff
Chapter Summary: You spend the day with Hel and Loki
Word Count: 1192
Hel
You stir as the door to your room opens. Ganglöt enters, carrying a breakfast tray. The giant dog from last night bounds in after her, jumping up on the bed and licking your face.
“Garmr!” Loki hisses, walking in from the bathroom in a robe. “Down!”
You laugh and pull the sheets up to better cover yourself. “Hello pupper,” you baby talk to the wolfhound, scratching his ears. He settles across your lap in a rather dignified manner, claiming half the bed.
“Now we’ll never get him off,” Loki sighs. He dismisses Ganglöt with a wave and pours the tea.
“And why would we want to when he’s such a good dog, aren’t you Garmr! Yes, you are!” You catch the dark prince smiling despite himself.
Slipping out of bed, you pull on a robe, and join Loki in the breakfast nook. He passes you tea while you add nuts to your rice and mutton porridge. “I was thinking we might have Hel give us a tour today if you’re interested?” he suggests.
“I would love that,” you respond. “How often do the living get a chance to see the afterlife?”
“I suspect you’re within the first hundred breathing Midgardians to walk these halls.” He stares across the table at you as he sips his tea.
“What is it?” you ask self-consciously, lifting your napkin.
“Nothing,” an almost boyish grin spreads across his face. “You look lovely this morning.”
Heat rises to your face, and you drink your tea to hide. “You’re even more darling when you’re flustered,” he adds.
After breakfast and a bath, you dress for the rain and join Hel outside. Garmr bounds ahead, chasing strange cephalopods the size of toasters. Their leathery brown tentacles are surprisingly nimble, and they skuttle ahead of him. “He loves hunting phrags,” Hel giggles. “He’s not great at catching them though.”
“When he does,” Loki’s lip curls in disgust, watching one retreat into its shell as the canine nears, “do keep him off the furniture. Once he cracks it open, there’s no getting its blood out of anything.”
You smile and take his hand as Hel splashes through the puddles after her sopping pet. “She’s so sweet. I don’t know how you manage to stay away.”
“When her mother, Angrboða, first became pregnant with Fenrir she was living in Járnvid, a small wood that lies between Midgard and Jötunheimr.
“After he was born, they went to Jötunheimr to be near her family. My parents thought nothing of me visiting the wood, but Jötunheimr was forbidden, likely because Father was concerned that I’d discover my true parentage.
“Since Heimdall wouldn’t let me use the bridge, I had to find alternative paths between the worlds. I visited as often as I could and eventually Jörmungandr and Hel came along.
“One night I stayed too late. Heimdall was ordered to find me. Father came with a small army and took the children. He flung Jörmungandr into the sea himself. He ordered armed guards bring Hel down to her ‘assignment.’ I was fortunate to keep Fenrir in Asgard as long as I did.” He sighs. “He sees us all as monsters.”
You reach up to touch his cheek. “You’re not a monster,” you kiss him insistently to punctuate your point. “And anyone who thinks Hel’s one is out of their mind.” The girl and her hound are splattered in mud, chasing after a small scuttle of phrags.
“What did I do to find such a dazzling, benevolent mortal?” he presses another kiss to your lips.
∞∞∞
That night at bedtime, Hel asks if you’ll come help tuck her in. You feel rather honored by her request as you and Loki trail her to her chambers.
Beyond the gloomy receiving room that mirrors the rest of the castle’s décor, her bedroom suite is adorned in primrose pink and ivory with a spattering of black. Loki takes a gold-edged picture book from her nightstand and sits atop the thick, embroidered coverlet. Hel perches at an ornate vanity and asks sweetly if you’ll braid her hair.
You take her ebony brush and gently run its bristles through her long curls while her father reads aloud. “Long before the dawn of time, before any sense of the world we know, there existed naught but an all-consuming void. And from that void, a great burst of energy sent six elemental crystals to the far corners of the universe.
“From the Space Stone sprung Stormy-billow, the river that now runs between Asgard and Jötunheimr. Stormy-billow spurt poison drops into Ginnungagap, where they formed into Ymir, the first Jötun, from whom all Jötuns thereafter came.
“And that includes,” he rounds the bed, one long digit keeping his place between the pages, as leans against the vanity to give Hel a loving smile, “me and you.” He reaches a finger to boop her regal little nose and returns to his seat on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve seen him genuinely embrace his lineage and you could swear the embryo inside you just did a somersault. It takes a moment for you to remember the task at hand before you part Hel’s hair down the middle.
“For three days, Ymir suckled at the cow-goddess, Auðumbla, while she licked at the salty rime. On the first evening, Auðumbla’s lapping revealed the hair of a man. By the second, she had licked away the salt from his head. On the third evening, Búri, the first of the Æsir, was freed from beneath the icy rocks.
“Having grown strong and sated by Auðumbla’s milk, Ymir slept, and as he slept, he sweated. From the sweat beneath his left arm grew a boy and from his right arm, a girl. The sweat of his left leg begat a six-headed son called Þrúðgelmir upon the sweat of his right. From these three children came unnumbered generations of Jötuns.
“From the rock-bound Búri’s seed came Borr. Borr married Bestla, the daughter of the Jötun Bölþor. Upon Bestla, Borr begat Odin, then Vili and finally Vé.
“The three sons of Borr slayed Ymir, and in spilling his blood, they drown all the Jötuns. All except Þrúðgelmir’s youngest son, Bergelmir. Bergelmir’s mother swept him up as the flood neared and placed her swaddled child safe in his cradle. In his wooden lúðr, Bergelmir floated safely through the waves of his grandsire’s blood. It was he who re-founded the race of the frost giants.”
You tie off Hel’s thick braids and hold aside the gleaming curtain of her canopy. She climbs into bed and settles back against the pillows as you pull the comfort up to her chin. Hel’s eyes begin to droop as her father finishes the chapter. “Odin molded the worlds from Ymir’s flesh. Vili made his blood into the seas. Vé carved the hills from Ymir’s bones, and with Vili stretched his hair into the trees. At the last, Odin raised his skull above them all, and from it created the heavens above.” Loki quietly closes the book and gently kisses the sleeping child’s forehead. You follow suit and blow out the candles as you sneak out of the room.
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jan 26
In a way I'm not looking forward to a total tear down and rewrite of the Hollywood story but in another as I reread it there are too many things bout it I don't care much for. On a note to self I'm at the first press con for the frontier show.
First off it the current draft looks to be from 2020 and I am nowhere near being that person any more. I know I went thru and skimmed off some of a lot of the scum (no other way to explain) and undescribed many people (a good thing) but I also changed a few names that aren't working. Reno needs his back but the forms of Thomas are working for the other end.
I need to be nicer to Zack and make him a bit more sympathetic and complex.
Simona needs to be a bit less tropey, I think I'm seeing some uncomfortable in my then current situation projection at her. She's not the villain, there is no villain, she just represents a take advantage of what you can when you can mentality.
In general I need to ingest some character fodder media from the inspirations of the OCs.
Got to make Gregory's personality gear shifts more direct and have more of his personal thoughts on the effects of them.
Zack and Tam need to be more awkwardly frosty and his relationship with Mira needs to be even worse. This should reflect on Tommy.
Need some more Trixie to make more of a contrast with Tristan.
Got ot skim again because I still missed quite a bit of scum.
Scum might not be the exact right word but I survived a traumatic brain injury and I think enough writers know what I mean.
Maybe I should have said there's a character who disassociates in it and I could have got a zillion beta readers under the age of 12. But I think I might use Alex Winter's idea of compartmentalizing the trauma. Yes something bad happened to that character, we'll just say a rocky pinnacle in a sea of what was until then a pretty traumatic existence, and their mind just noped it in to a deep dark corner which it protects from being found with distractions.
My goal is to tell a good story at the best of my abilities. No trigger warnings, no pandering, just the story I want to tell, fuck your fee fees it's about the characters.
It'll just take me a little while longer than I thought.
And self, when you print out a hard copy this time go thru an on demand printer and make it a paperback. Somehow that's a hell of a lot cheaper.
Little princess grr had the biggest growl in the litter, now that I know that's what the engine revving noise she was making before her eyes opened is. Puppers will go thru a phase where they just growl for no reason and then they suddenly stop.
On the moving side we're just waiting for it to pass inspection, should be super easy in a place without load bearing paint, and we can get the keys. For this place it only took a couple of days after the inspector accidentally called us instead of the owner and we had to give them his number.
People who have never moved or don't move a lot really have no idea what this liminal time in the hollow old place while you wait to get the new one is like. Then again I don't know what it would be like to move across country. Almost did but then I didn't.
And to add to things we got a call about the Life Ruiner from authorities back where she said she wanted to stay. Came to the agreement that while she could come back to the state should she want so the Smothering Unit can visit her it would have to be in a supervised living condition due to her mental state. It is a severe kind that needs professional help but the last time we saw her she refused to believe that she had such a condition and everyone else were 'crazy psychopaths'.
I am under no obligation to see her ever again, she is not allowed in my home. I even said that if the Smothering Unit wants the Life Ruiner back that she can have her but after I'm set up in my own place in a 55+ community. Fortunately clarity has come with separation and the realization the three of us are toxic together.
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Hue and Cry IX
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety
This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.
Note: My pupper had surgery yesterday and it was my longer day of work for the week so lots going on. Also had some bad Chinese but managed to get this out before it came back up. Feel better now and I'll have a shorter day today.
Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.
His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.
You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.
“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…
“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”
“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”
“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”
You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.
“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”
You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.
Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.
You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers
“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”
The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”
Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.
“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”
Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.
You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.
The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.
You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.
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It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.
You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.
Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.
As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.
“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”
You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.
“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”
You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.
“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”
“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”
“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”
“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”
“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.
“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”
“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”
“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”
“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.
“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”
“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.
As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.
“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”
You lowered your head, “my lord.”
“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”
You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.
“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.
The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.
Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.
Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.
Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.
You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.
Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.
As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.
“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”
May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.
Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”
For once, he spoke the truth.
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#steve rogers#peter parker#sam wilson#bucky barnes x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#hue and cry#medieval au#au#medieval!au#mcu#marvel#captain america#falcon#spider-man#winter soldier
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Why do they call you Shark Bait?
Shark: My birth name is actually Ocean Spray. Friends would jokingly call me "Shark Bait" every time I would receive another ' love bite' from sea puppers (eels) or sharks and it kind of just stuck! I ended up having my name changed, it just felt like it fit better!
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A (slightly late) Red Shoes and the 7 Dwarfs Valentine’s day.. thing!
So the end credits to this amazing movie was really cute and I was inspired to work on an idea for a sequel, focusing on these three couples. And here’s how the boys get their curses broken!
It's still in the works (and I doubt I'll ever truly finish it) but here's basically what I have so far, in case you want to know:
- Rita, the fish girl, was scammed by the sea witch. But she's confident and hopes to find someone willing to kiss her fishy lips so she can get going with her dream to make fashion. Jack admires her hardworking nature (she freakin dove into the ocean to find a pearl and even open it!) and wishes to help her get her dream. But since she can't exactly do that while looking like a half-fish, she asks him if he could kiss her. Since it's only their first "date", he's hesitant if it really will work. ...but he's too much in love to let it stop him. The moral of their story is... not sure, they had a rare "literally love at first sight" scenario and a cute dynamic. I guess their moral can be "don't be afraid to share your dream, you might bond over it."...or something.
- Hans and Talia had met before. She had snuck out from her castle to experience a vast forest when she met Hans who was kind and shared his packed lunch with her since she was starving. When Talia later had insomnia, she went to a doctor who turned out to be the evil fairy who gave her the sleep curse. A prince was destined to enter her overgrown castle and wake her up (his cooking was enough to do the trick), and the rest of the castle would only wake up once she has become a true queen. Hans helps her understand what "true queen" meant, they both not feeling like they live up to their titles (Gretel married a prince which somehow made Hans a prince? Still working on it) but to be "true" is to be honest and she was honestly working on breaking the curse despite not wanting to be royal because she feels responsible. ...so yeah, the moral of their story is how an empty title is yours to fill.
- And lastly, Arthur and Gwen. Gwen is a true werewolf but, ever since her father's death, she doesn't know what to do and refuses to seek the other werewolves' help (among those werewolves were her ex-boyfriend Lance (look, I had to!) and she hates shallow relationships, being a very loyal family pupper who hates whatever "harem" Lance has made with other bitches). She really wants to be rid of her werewolf nature, seeing it as a curse as it had scared away all her human friends. So when Arthur shows up and isn't scared away, she's happy to have a friend and partner in her quest to be rid of her "curse". But instead, after failing her only chance, Arthur helps her accept and enjoy her werewolf side again. Gwen also helps Arthur stop being.. a Gaston and he learns to use his confidence to instead stand up for truth and justice (like defending Gwen from Lance and the bitches). He then earns his kiss after using a wish to grant her the ability to shapeshift whenever she wants, the only thing preventing her from completely accepting her werewolf nature. The moral of their story is.. you may see parts of yourself as a curse, but it all depends on how you use it.
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Chuu (Loona) as Your Wife
Request: “starving for soft content... can i get a uhhh loona chuu as your wife hc???”
A/N: hi i also wish chuu was my wife but alas here we are
- C
Get ready for the bubbliest, most loving wife on the planet yes ma'am
there wouldn't be a single day that goes by where she doesn't remind you how much she loves you
she absolutely LOVES waking up beside you, always waking you up with soft kisses all over your face
nothing is cuter than the sun shining in through the blinds and a happy jiwoo snuggling into you, soft little kisses on your cheeks and neck to try and get you up uwuwuwuwu
Although both of you are definitely busy with your respective schedules and jobs, you do try to go on dates as often as possible
whether that be as simple as cooking pancakes together in the morning, or as extravagant as a candle lit dinner, it doesn't matter to you as long as you're together
and Jiwoo's favourite, baking dates!
matching aprons, feeding each other sweet. treats and even Jiwoo thinking she's slick, putting icing on your lips so she can kiss it off :')
10000% wants to raise a dog with you!!!!!
Lord knows Jiwoo would buy the fluffiest little pupper, buying it the cutest little toys and clothes, treating it like absolutely royalty as she SHOULD
Jiwoo has always been the most caring girl on the planet, whether that be to you, her friends, or even a random squirrel she met in the park
her selflessness and genuine love for others happiness honestly makes you fall in love even more than you already were
She also absolutely LOVES showing you off, poor jungeun never heard the end of it when she first realised she was in love with you dhshsjj rip
she does get a lil jealous from time to time, but it's always more playful than actually serious
because, at the end of the day, she's your wife and you two are madly in love and she knows no one will ever come between you two :D
100% wants to renew your vows on a special anniversary, any way that Jiwoo can express her love, you can guarantee it will be done
your home would definitely be decorated by Jiwoo, but she'd make sure that both yours and her taste were incorporated to make the perfect place for both of you to live
photos of you EVERYWHERE!!! Jiwoo loves to take Polaroids and pictures wherever you go
walking into your house you can tell that your marriage is so exciting and full of love, both you and Jiwoo definitely have plenty of stories and experiences to tell after all your years together
You two would definitely love to travel as much as possible, you have a scratch map in your bedroom hanging on the wall and you and Jiwoo are determined to cross off as many countries as you possibly can
in the summer, you like to go on the train to the countryside and rent a cottage by the sea
it's very peaceful and sunny, and you get to take walks on the beach, eat lots of ice cream and go sightseeing around the local area
getting up on a Sunday morning every week to go to the local market with Jiwoo, her hand in yours as you greet the sellers who know you two as regulars now 🥺
you get your fresh fruit, vegetables etc for the week
and then stop off at Hyunjin's bakery to get lovely fresh bread from everyone's favourite furry
you love driving with Jiwoo too, hearing her singing along to all the songs on the radio never gets old, no matter how many years you've been together
speaking of singing, whenever you can't sleep, Jiwoo lays beside you, singing her favourite lullabies to get you to drift off
it usually works, but sometimes you refuse to fall asleep because you just want to hear her beautiful voice forever
shows off her wedding ring like it's her prized possession like she's just so happy that she's YOURS
everyone else jealous asf of your marriage like sorry Karen your husband's cheating on you but me n Jiwoo are vibing STAY PRESSED
literally the strongest relationship like y'all tell each other everything and you're always there for each other
and there will definitely be children in your future, Jiwoo can't wait to be a mom 🥺
you best believe your kid would be like Jiwoo 2.0, the loveliest little sunshine that ever did walk the earth
you truly such a secure and loving marriage with Jiwoo, and you truly can't wait to grow old together :') <33333
#femifics#chuu#kim jiwoo#loona chuu#loona#loona reactions#loona smut#loona imagines#loona scenarios#loona fluff#chuu imagines#chuu fluff#girl group scenarios#kpop girl groups#girl groups#girl group#girl group fluff#girl group smut#girl group reactions#girl group imagines#kpop fanfic#kpop girls#kpop idols#kpop#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#kpop fluff#kpop imagines#kpop smut#kpop headcanons
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When r u gonna update Sea Spider and Pupper Peter? I’m dying to read the last two chapters! They’re so freaking adorable and so awesome!
Pupper Parker will be done soon, then i have a gift fic to finish (it’s 1/3 done), then Sea Spider will get its ending! Here’s a preview of Pupper since you are so wonderful and kind:
Tony’s face fills the screen of his laptop webcam. It’s 2 in the morning. He hasn’t changed his clothes or shaved in two days now and it shows. But he’s still grinning crazily.
“This is for posterity,” he says. “And for you, Pete, to get embarrassed at after everything turns out okay. But mostly this is for me to feel proud of something right now.”
In a dizzying movement, the computer is turned around and set on the ground so that a corgi puppy is now on display, sniffing around at torn-up shoe debris a few feet away.
“Peter,” Tony says. “Come.”
The dog looks up and dutifully comes over, stub tail wagging.
“Hey, look at you go,” Tony praises, throwing a pepperoni from off-screen. The puppy snatches it out of the air and gobbles it down, licking his lips. “Okay, ready? Peter- sit.”
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Survey #309
“show me how to lie - you’re getting better all the time / and turning all against one is an art that’s hard to teach.”
Have you ever played Jackbox Games? If so, which ones of their party games are your favorites? No, but I looooove watching Mark and The Boys play them on charity streams. They can make up the funniest shit. I can't recall the name of the specific one I'm thinking of... but I enjoy watching most of them. I do think one or two are boring, though.
Do you have artistic friends? If so, have you got their artwork displayed? I have some very talented friends, but I don't have anything of theirs displayed somewhere.
Have you ever considered pole dancing? Why/why not? No. It takes an incredible amount of strength, plus confidence I don't have. That and I'm just not into it.
What's the last thing you fixed yourself? Uhhhhhhh bitch I couldn't tell ya.
Are there any CDs you've held onto for sentimental reasons? No.
Did you read the Barbie magazines with comics made with the actual dolls? "I didn’t know that was a real thing." <<<< Me either.
What's the last thing you knitted? I've never knitted before.
Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') She was the first person who joined my RP mob back in the Animal Planet forum days.
Why do you take surveys? Be honest. Boredom, distraction, and sometimes I just wanna ramble about whatever.
Does mail get delivered to your door or do you have a mailbox outside? Our mailbox is by the side of the road at the end of our driveway.
Your doorbell rings out of the blue. What's your reaction? Let Mom answer it. I don't answer the door ever if I don't expect someone or can peek outside and don't recognize them.
Are all the lamps in your home LED or other energy saving lights? I don't know.
Do you prefer writing by hand or typing? Typing. I can't write very long at all before my carpal tunnel flares up.
Think of one of the biggest decisions you've had to make in your life...If you made a different choice, how different would your life be now? I'd be dead, that simple.
Have you ever taken a course on CPR? No.
What makes you laugh most effortlessly? You can guess it pretty easily.
What makes you cry most effortlessly? I make it a rule that I "can't" listen to "Eternally Yours" by Motionless In White because there hasn't been even ONE occasion where it hasn't made me cry, even when I was stupid enough to binge it because it's just a good song. I've broken that "rule" before because I do just genuinely enjoy the song, but I know the pain truly isn't worth it, so I haven't heard it in a decently long time.
What is the best smell in the whole world? Cinnamon rolls, probably. My body wash is currently that kind of smell, and Jesus Christ it's the best part of showering.
Do you wear a watch? No.
Can you tell time from an analog clock? Yes. What a time it'll be when kids can't anymore...
Is there a number or a combination of numbers that feels important to you? Only dates, but not numbers themselves.
What is the most socially awkward thing you've done? *gestures at my life as a whole*
Is your computer decorated in any way? No.
If your old class was to have a reunion, would you attend it? No. No. I don't want to relive my high school experience; it would be too painful for me to willingly walk into.
What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you? I would say "the breakup," but technically it was letting him basically own me and my every neuron of joy. Not by his will of course, but my own. I was stupid and just... handed those rights over without really realizing it. I can harp forever and ever and EVER about the importance of making sure you own yourself and your emotions.
Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Blah blah blah, I don't get an income, you know this. Whenever I do, I 100% plan on donating to every charity stream Mark ever hosts again, as well as some other people's. I'd love to donate to a lot of places.
Would you ever want to get married? If so, why? Yes, because society has made it too instilled in me that it's just like... this ultimate validation of "forever" with your partner, even though I know you can be just as or even far more invested in your relationship without marriage. The only *true* benefit of marriage imo is for legal and financial reasons, but yeah, I still want it. Like I said, it's too deeply embedded in that brain of mine that it's a relationship goal.
Why do you live the way you do? I'm not even living the way I want to, so...
Have you ever abused an animal? No, and I say "fuck you" with every ounce of sincerity and loathing if you have.
Do you think animals are less important than humans? If so, why? Nope. We share this earth and grew from the same roots, so what *really* makes us better? We might be smarter (generally) and more developed as the apex predator, but that does not equate to being more important than, say, even a gnat. That creature has the exact same level of rights to be here as the human species does. I could go on and on and on about this topic.
How close was the last person close to you who has died? Not extremely, but she was still important to and loved by me. Grandma and I were very, very different and butted heads more than once, but her love was unconditional, and she showed boundless kindness to others. She showed a courage I see as unmatched in the face of death. I truly, deeply, in the very core of my heart hope she is at peace and experiencing all joys she ever wished for.
How does death in general make you feel? Well, it depends on how I'm looking at it. I fully accept it is an inevitable phase in simply existing that none of us will ever evade, so it's not exactly terrifying to me, though of course I don't want it anytime soon. If I'm thinking about people I love dying, I definitely get sad about it and scared of that possibly eternal separation.
Is there a person you absolutely loathe? If so, why do you loathe them? Not that I know personally, no.
Has anyone ever told you that you're rude? If so, what caused it? No; I think I'm very mannerly, honestly.
Have you ever seen a therapist? I've regularly seen therapists since I started middle school. I advocate for everyone to have one, honestly, whether you have a mental illness or not.
Have you ever been homeless? In technical terms, yes, but a friend let me stay with her until Mom and I settled into a new place.
Have you ever been completely broke? That's the actual story of my life. Well, not me personally considering I've never had to take care of myself financially, but my mom struggles very, very badly with this, and mind you, she's frugal. Just disgustingly underpaid when she worked, and her current status with disability isn't exactly incredibly generous. I live under her roof, so.
Have you ever had a steady job? No.
Have you ever needed a loan? If so, what for? Have you paid it back? Yes, for school, and no. I do NOT want to know how in debt I am with schools.
Have you ever wanted to go to space? Not seriously, no.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen or heard? I am 99.99% sure mine and Jason's old roommates were having some ~kinky~ sex once while I was alone on the couch against their bedroom. Preeeetty sure the girl was making meowing sounds. They were furries (who I want to emphasize have zero judgment from me; I actually think they're very brave and creative), so that was... something I definitely wasn't used to hearing, haha.
What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Probably when Mark N O T I C E D me on Tumblr by reblogging a gif I made of him and his pupper, and I LITERALLY struggled to sleep for three days lmfaoooo.
How many birds can you name just by looking at them? Uhhhh a pretty decent amount, I'd say.
Which birds are most common around your neighborhood? Crows, sparrows, cardinals and bluejays if you're lucky, robins... pretty basic stuff like that.
What do you think is the most interesting sea creature? Octopi are absolutely fascinating with their intelligence.
How do you reset your head to zero, so to speak? Take a nap. That usually works.
Have you ever gone exploring an abandoned building? Yeah, I love that shit and really wish I could do it more. Bring my camera, too.
Are there any foreign television shows you enjoy watching? Some animes.
Do you have any clocks in your house that chime when the hour changes? Do those types of clocks annoy you? No. I actually quite like them, though.
Has anyone ever let you borrow some of their music, promising you'd love it, but you really didn't? Did you lie to the person and agree, or tell the truth, that you hated it? My dad lent me his Shinedown CD once clearly without thinking I could just look up the album online, haha... He's an old clueless man, leave 'im be. But anyway, of course I listened to it for him and I enjoyed it; I especially loved "The Human Radio," "Kill Your Conscience" and "Pyro."
Have you had the same doctor pretty much your whole life, or have you went to a bunch of different ones over the years? Have you ever been to the doctor thinking something was horribly wrong with you, but it turned out to be something minor? Mine has changed a few times, but I haven't had "a bunch." As for the second question, not to my recollection.
Is the background on your phone a default picture, or a picture you took? What is the picture of? The lock screen is a pastel-styled list of mental health reminders: "i am strong, i am loved, i am enough." My home screen has been some adorable meerkat pups for a while, which I didn't take.
What is your favorite type of print (ex: zebra, stripes, argyle)? Do you have a lot of things with this print on it? Ummmm maybe plaid? No.
Are there any stores you feel uncomfortable going into (ex: if you dress girly, do you feel uncomfortable going into Hot Topic)? Are there any stores that you refuse, or just never go in to? The only situation I could think of would be a sex shop. That'd be so fuckin uncomfortable.
What is your favorite brand of clothing? Is this a brand that is sort of expensive, or is it pretty affordable? I'm heavily biased towards Cloak, haha. I just support anything and everything Mark takes part it, and it's his and jacksepticeye's business. I have one shirt and it's genuinely great quality and reall comfy. I wouldn't call its products expensive, but they're not cheap, either.
What person do you text the most? My mom or Sara, depending on the day.
Do you have any pictures that always make you laugh, or cry? Are they digital pictures, or printed pictures? What is the significance? No. Not pictures I have anymore, at least.
Have you ever eaten raw pumpkin? Omg I would never. I hate the flavor of any sort of pumpkin food.
Does your car have a name? I don't have my own car, but Mom jokingly calls hers "Olivia."
Who was the last person you made plans with? One of my sister's in-laws that's actually the mother of one of my closest friends contacted me to plan some family pictures.
What is the rudest thing someone has done recently towards you? I can't think of anything recent.
How do you feel about your hair right now? It needs to be trimmed and dyed.
How fast have you driven a car? I think accidentally leaning towards 80 on a highway.
When you're hanging out with friends + you become bored, do you just leave or endure the boredom? Given I can't leave without a car, I deal with it.
What did you last plug into your computer? What were you doing with this? The charger for obvious reasons.
What color(s) have you dyed your hair? Red, purple, black, then red, purple, and lighter brown highlights. I really wish I could dye it more and actually have the color stick...
Was your first kiss perfect? It was to me.
What song did you hear last? I have "Over The Mountain" by Ozzy on now. (:
Does anyone have any blackmail on you? No.
Have you ever walked into the guys' bathroom? HA, once during a teacher work day (my mom was an assistant) at my elementary school. My sisters and friends went in there to be little "rebels." I remember being mega confused with urinals, haha. Then as a teen and adult, I've been in the dance studio's boy's restroom as well as a church's to help Mom clean.
Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My therapist.
Are you shy? I am VERY shy.
Are you talkative? Generally, no, but when I'm in a very good mood, I tend to be.
Has your most recent ex ever seen you cry? Oh jeez, she saw me wail once.
When was the last time you were called "cute"? I'm not sure.
Would you rather be called "hot", "cute" or "beautiful"? "Beautiful."
Do you have a little sister? Yep. Definitely not "little" anymore, though. About to have her Master's in social work...
How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? Given our childhood, we've fought a lot, but mostly just as kids over very, very stupid things. As adults, we've had a serious argument once or twice and then just some very minor disagreements sprinkled in there.
Do you know anyone who's been arrested? Oh yes.
What're you planning on doing after this? Another survey.
What time did you go to sleep last night? Damn, it wasn't even 8:00. I was EXHAUSTED and actually slept decently for once in my life.
Do you like waking up to good morning texts in the morning? I mean, I'd think most people would. It's a sweet, easy way of someone showing they care and think about you.
Have you left some things unsaid with a certain person? Yeah.
What was the last thing that made you happy? We had syrup to add to my breakfast, haha. I don't know if these are a thing everywhere, but I looove what we just call "pancakes on a stick," which is like a corndog, but with sausage and pancake batter. Dipping it in syrup is amaaaaaaziiiiiiing.
Do you like the smell of rain? I don't love it, but it's refreshing sometimes. It's mostly just associated with a bittersweet memory, so it can be triggering to smell. I know, that sounds immensely stupid.
What was the last thing you took a picture of? A very, very relatable meme to show Sara, haha. She doesn't have a Facebook, so that'll do.
When you go to McDonald's, what drink do you usually get? I always get a Coke.
What’s the nickname of your home state? Tar Heel State, from discovering tar in the since aptly-named Tar River.
Have you ever thought about your wedding? I mean duh.
What’s the worse type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid, ugh. Especially right after a summer afternoon thunderstorm. It's unbearable. You can't fucking breathe outside, and you set one foot out of the door and it's soaked.
Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither? Neither.
Would you rather read or write? Write.
When was the last time someone took a picture of you? The time Misty visited last month and we were taking family pictures.
Would you rather see Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood in concert? I wouldn't pay for either or even willingly go to one or the other, but if I had to go for whatever reason, Carrie. She has a beautiful voice as well as a good handful of songs I actually like. I'm not a Taylor fan; there are only like, two old songs by her I enjoy.
When someone screws you over, do you get back with revenge? No. I may not be the best at adulting, but damn, I'm not that bad.
Name something negative that you hate about yourself? I overthink like a motherfucker. About everything.
Is there a dead end road near where you live? I live on one. Huh, that's actually been the case three times... wow. Four if you count the apartment.
Who are you tired of seeing in the news a lot (celebrities)? I don't care. I don't even pay attention to the news, other than Covid updates.
Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No.
Name something positive you love about yourself: I care a lot about people.
Can you smell anything right now? No, besides however my house naturally smells that I'm numb to.
Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No.
How does alcohol affect you? I flush in my face very obviously, and I become more outgoing and talkative.
Have you ever eaten tofu and if so, did you enjoy it? I've never tried it, but I very much doubt I'd enjoy it.
What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork.
What colour is your toothpaste? Blue and white.
Have you ever been suspended from school? No.
Have you ever inhaled helium? Once, I believe.
Are you a fan of Adam Sandler? Yeah, I think he's pretty funny and a talented actor.
What was the last fruit you ate? An apple. A candied apple for Valentine's Day, but still an apple, haha.
Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? With Sara's family, yeah. It was fine.
Have you watched a movie this week? I haven't watched a movie in many months.
Have you set an alarm today? Yeah, just to ensure I was up for group therapy today.
Have you asked someone for advice today? No.
What was the last website you were on, other than this one? YouTube.
Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but it'd be cool. Well, thinking about the humidity...
Have you watched more than an hour of TV today? No; I haven't watched television in a long time.
Do you keep magazines by your toilet? No.
The last time you got dressed up, where did you go? I got my makeup done and put on a dress for a Halloween "witch" shoot with my friend and some other people. The pictures pretty much don't exist because they're blurry as shit and way too dark because we left too late. I don't know why we even left the house to do it by the time everyone figured their shit out. I was really disappointed because I thought Summer made me look really, really pretty. ;_;
Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize? Yes, but I don't know if he really meant it. He might have just wanted me off his back, but I kinda feel now that he meant it, at least regarding how it happened.
Are you proud of who you are? Only in the sense that I think I have a good heart. Otherwise, no. I've accomplished so little.
Have you ever been to Costco? We don't have those here, so no.
Do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? No, thank Christ. Only in middle school.
How many video games do you own? A whole lot.
Have you ever been to a casino? If so, which one(s)? No.
Have you ever visited a sex shop? No.
How many sets of keys do you have for your house? One.
Do you give spare keys to your place to your friends and family? Our landlord/family friend has one. Then obviously my sisters do, too.
Have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? Oh hell no.
Do you use Instagram? How often do you post there? Yes, two for each of my photography "styles." I don't post a lot myself, but I react to stuff.
When was the last time you high-fived someone? I believe the last time I was at my sister's and my nephew caught a Pokemon on his first throw in Pokemon GO. He and his sister LOVE that game; that's the first thing they ask to do when I come over, haha. Their dad doesn't like it because it's "evil" (which he finds most things, really...), and it's something I could roll my eyes into the back of my head about, but I still have to respect his parenting and ask if they can play it first. He let's 'em, just not long. He also took away the Pikachu plushy I gave Aubree because it's her favorite one. :^) Guess who doesn't fuckin like him lmao.
Do you like writing? How often do you write? I love writing! I don't do it very much nowadays except through surveys, though. RP is kinda on pause, so surveys is really how I just get stuff out, even if it isn't creative.
Are there any posters or artworks hanging in your living room? Artwork and family photos, yes.
What's your favourite place to get pizza? I'm a basic bitch that loves her some Domino's.
How many times have you been to the beach? Quite a few times. We live only like two hours away, and considering Myrtle Beach is a common dance competition location, we've been a couple handfuls of instances.
Has there ever been a fire inside your house? Tell me the story. No. After we moved out of my childhood house though that we actually owned, the fucking idiots who were moving in completely roasted it to pitch by setting boxes on the goddamn stove and accidentally turning it on. The house had to be entirely rebuilt. My parents were livid considering it was THEIR house.
Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? No.
What was the best school project you remember doing? I actually really enjoyed the huge essay I did on toxic masculinity the last time I tried college. I've always been very firm about letting men be humans and not emotionless robots, but I learned a lot more while researching and writing.
Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus is #1. I've beaten it at least 30 times, maybe even 40+; it's been too long since I've seen the save files. It's a relatively short game (you can beat it in less than like, four hours if you know what you're doing) and just very relaxing yet simultaneously absolutely epic to me. God, I want a PS4 to play the remaster, like beyond words. It looks incredible, and I want to try to get white Agro.
Have you ever petted a cow, a sheep, or a pig? A pig, yes. I love pigs.
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Jaws
I never claimed to be a film scholar, and that’s why I was almost 33 years old before I saw Jaws the first time (and yes, it is my birthday next week thank you so much for asking!) It’s not that I never wanted to - but by the time I had overcome my fear that Jaws was going to eat me in my bathtub, I didn’t want to watch it cut up by commercials on a Saturday afternoon on TNT and we didn’t own it and if you think I was going to waste my one pick at Blockbuster on a movie from 25 years ago instead of renting Now and Then for the fifth time, you are just a plain fool. So here we are in a quarantine and I’m doing some much needed catching up.
One thing I’ve discovered about these classic completely-permeated-in-pop-culture films is that they’re not immune to the phenomenon of high expectations->very disappointed. I was a little worried that, because I’ve had the “you’re gonna need a bigger boat” scene imprinted on my retinas since I was about 7 years old, the film just wouldn’t have the same oomph as it did when it became the world’s first true blockbuster. So, to an avid movie-watcher like me, does Jaws still have teeth? Well...
This is not a controversial opinion - yeah, it does. Jaws is pretty fucking awesome. Sometimes things really are that simple. For the uninitiated (although honestly who doesn’t know the plot of Jaws), it’s pretty simple. There’s a shark. Like....a really big one. He’s feeling peckish, and starts looking for snacks around Amity Island, a touristy (fictional) beach community somewhere off the coast of New England. The local chief of police, Brody (Roy Scheider) is staunchly anti-shark attack but the mayor is like “we’ll just have to accept the risk that the weak ones will die because we can’t shut the economy down!” But because this is a fantasy movie, after 4 people die, the authorities do everything they can to stop the threat, including hiring a scientist named Hooper from the Oceanographic Institute (Richard Dreyfuss), and a crusty ol’ sea captain named Quint (Robert Shaw) to hunt the shark down and kill it.
Some thoughts:
That John Williams score just kicks you in the teeth right from the beginning, doesn’t it.
It’s interesting, regarding all the scenes I’ve seen just in the context of living in a world where Jaws is part of pop culture - they always come in these little 30-second bursts without the context, enough to suggest the dread and terror but not really sit in it for long. As a result, this first initial shark attack scene goes on for SO MUCH LONGER than I was expecting. I was genuinely disturbed.
I’m seeing many Very Good dogs, which is fantastic news. There’s the Chief’s cocker spaniel, there’s a frisky black Lab on the beach chasing a stick, a couple more when all the fisherman are arriving, and many puppers in boats!
WAIT IS PIPPET OK
I mean, I know it’s sad that kid Alex got eaten on his raft but why haven’t they given us reassurance that Pippet is ok??
This intro to Quint is truly one of the best character introductions I’ve ever seen. What an iconic and instantly memorable performance, this salty, grizzled fisherman/bounty hunter who literally never stops talking. He’s a walking sea shanty, a collection of dirty jokes held together with sheepshank knots and moonshine. I love him in spite of his vague, amorphous sexism and relentless repetition of the same terrible song.
God, I had no idea how young Richard Dreyfuss is in this!
I already knew a lot of the parallels existed, but Wife wanted me to point out explicitly that watching this film is deeply upsetting in the time of Covid-19. The same willful ignorance, the same disregard for public safety, and the same reverence for “the economy” at all cost to human life is relevant, to say the least.
It’s easy to forget, but having watched more of his early stuff in the past few months, I completely get why Steven Spielberg was such an absolute lightning bolt to the film industry. The naturalistic way everyone talks, the overlapping dialogue, the use of light with the moon on the ocean and these spotlights in the fog, that iconic dolly zoom shot - it really is unlike any other director’s films, especially in this era.
Who the fuck does this mayor think he is? If the people are at the beach, isn’t that enough? Why do you NEED them to go in the water? How does that help you? If they’re on the beach and not swimming, you get the best of both worlds - people are there spending money and they’re also y’know, not dead.
I’ve seen the moment dozens of times, and everyone knows the line, but goddammit when we first see the shark in all his glory and Brody says “You’re gonna need a bigger boat” it honest to god made my heart nearly leap outta my chest.
What I didn’t know about in all the familiarity I had with Jaws before this was this long night scene with the three men drinking and singing and comparing battle scars and stories and bonding the way men in wartime do. Quint’s monologue is especially haunting. This is all just...it’s really good.
I’m a little uncomfortable (especially in the time of Covid) with this class warfare, working class grunt knows better than the academic tug-of-war going on between Quint and Hooper. For a long stretch it seems like Quint has a point, that Hooper doesn’t know what he’s doing out there in the dangerous reality of a fickle ocean and a murderous predator. But once they get on the boat, Hooper proves himself more the capable. Maybe the man who is actually like, a doctor of sharkology can know just as much - or maybe more?? - than the man who has been hunting and killing them for years. Aaah fiction. It’s a good thing you have nothing to teach us about reality.
Did I Cry? No, and I kinda thought I would when Alex Kitner’s mother confronts Brody about how he did nothing to prevent her son’s death, but I was too preoccupied with the fact that she and her husband looked about 60 and I was trying to figure out how they could be the parents of an 8-year-old boy.
In all the clips I’ve seen, I really haven’t been exposed to shots of the shark for that long, and that’s for the good. The only thing that isn’t quite pitch perfect about the movie is how, in the longer sequences, the shark robot begins to quickly lose its authentic feel. The shadows, quick glimpses, and brief chomps really do have a much greater impact. Thank goodness Bruce (the shark robot’s name) malfunctioned as much as he did, because if he had been seen up close from the very beginning, there’s no way this film would be the icon it is.
Oh damn, that ending really comes at you quick, huh?
I love that “this is gonna be the beginning of a beautiful friendship” final exchange.
I don’t know what to tell you, guys, this movie is just really, really good. The scares are scary, the characters are interesting, memorable, and have a lot of emotional heft to them, and the shark is sharky. There’s nothing not to like. Even if you think you know what it’s gonna be like, it’s worth it to take a couple hours and really absorb it the way it deserves, because it does deserve it.
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real name : oda nobunaga
single or taken : married, open relationship on his wife’s end
abilities or powers : typical linking abilities of a ranseian. becomes a human lightning rod when accessing his link with zekrom.
eye colour : black
hair colour : black
family members : oda tsuchida (deceased mother), mori ranmaru (adopted younger brother), oichi (younger half-sister), toyotomi hideyoshi (adopted son), taira kazue (distant cousin)
pets : do links count? i don’t know if links count. not like, the perfect links at least. he sure does have enough pokemon he’s linked with for a page.
something they don’t like : half-measures, insults to those he cares for, failures to live up to agreements.
hobbies/activities : dragon racing, storm flying, study of folklore.
ever hurt anyone before : yes. both physically and mentally, purposeful and accidental.
animal that represents them : snake bois. scaled puppers. the order that i personally associate them to him is hydreigon, rayquaza, zekrom.
worst habits : once he has an idea he will not let go of it. his brain tends to be two steps ahead of where he is in a conversation and the leap in thoughts can be...a lot. too many sweets? too many sweets. (don’t tell him i said that)
role models : his mother, her junior warlord and his mentor mamoru, nōhime when they were younger.
sexual orientation : apothisexual (sex-repulsed ace)
thoughts on marriage/kids : loves kids. @kozarukun‘s hideyoshi is the only one he wants of his own, but he’s unofficial god-father to half the kids in dragnor and several others throughout ransei. someone else is getting married? he wants to host, which is the highest honor and best gift one can give to the marrying couple in dragnor. his own marriage with nōhime is...complex. he knew she had romantic feelings towards him that he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate (he’s aromantic) but agreed to enter into one to help her out of an unwanted arranged marriage. luckily, she’s since met @savageorchids ‘s ruolan and my own ginchiyo @shidenraikiri and they’ve entered a poly triad which nobunaga fully supports.
style preferences : loves those purple and black outfits. when not wearing armor he usually has some gold lining/tassels on his clothing, he’ll switch out the black and purple for red during important political occasions (see: when he was confirmed as junior warlord, when he took up the mantel of warlord, and when he became leader of ransei)
approach to friendships: if he decides he wants to be friends with someone that means they are friends and he’ll annoy his way into their hearts. rip to osamu but he’s been stuck with nobunaga for over two decades because of this exact behavior.
thoughts on pie : yes please.
favourite drink : he has a fondness for mainland wines, mainly reds, but he can’t go wrong with a good sake.
favourite place to spend time at : up in the air with his dragon/s. whether speeding or cruising along, it’s a good way to develop their bonds. it’s the time he can truly shed his responsibilities: flying over the land that’s finally united and at (relative, unless we muns decided to add in chaos that week) peace.
swim in the lake or in the ocean : lakes, though his first thought when he hears “lake” is “inland sea”, as that’s one of dragnor’s main landmarks. the ocean in the north is cold, choppy, and just waiting for the next titanic to happen. you know what lakes have? gyarados. he can link with gyarados.
their type : his found family is made up of all breeds. just don’t try to kill the people important to him, m’kay?
camping or indoors : indoors, but only barely. he can tackle work, or unwind with a story and a glass of wine.
#ᴍᴇᴍᴇ.#tumblr hated this post in particular#it kept fucking up the formatting and posted it before i was done at one point
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((thank u for choosing literally the best ones to ask lmao))
31. What is your OC's go to dance move?
((Ritu has her own special style of dance that's made up of 25% tiktok dances she's seen other people do online, 50% freestyle that is surprisingly good and incorporates a lot of pop/r&b music video choreography influence mixed with some real funky original moves she's invented, 20% feverish skanking that no one remembers teaching her but seems to just be her default state of movement above sea level, and the last 5% pure unadulterated Groove, but she would insist its a very important 5%))
32. Your OC has access to a boat and 5 million dollars, now what?
((depends on if its a riverboat or a Real Big Boy Boat; the former has her bringing the Moonlighters and Marie on a fun all-inclusive riverboat adventure down the missouri river till theyre on the ol mississippi bringing them all the way down to New Orleans to eat themselves to death and get to see all the cool parades Ritu has heard are very fun. Can you tell Princess and the Frog is one of her favourite Disney movies? If its a big boy ocean boat, the squad's gettin dragged down - with all the high-end tech needed for non-sea dwellers to make the trip - to the rural ass-end of nowhere outskirts of Atlantis to meet Mr & Mrs Savalani, Marie is long overdue to meet her future in-laws.))
33. Your OC accidentally dyed their hair purple,
now what?
((Are we sure it was an accident? Because it sounds very plausible tbh. If anything I think they'd be excited to try a new look.))
34. What would your OC's reaction be if there was a giant dog that came to them with a huge bone as the dog wags their tail in excitement?
((OH WE THROWIN THAT BONE BABEY. Ritu LOVES a good pupper, all land animals are her favourite animals, but dogs especially share many of her excitable qualities and she would feel confident calling herself a "dog person" - just dont tell Marie and sweet little Fae Fae, as much as Ritu loves the cute little kitten who shares their apartment, Fae Fae is certainly a handful, and seems to love using Ritu's braids as a scratching post))
35. A frog appears out of nowhere and starts to critize their life choices, what does your OC do?
((this is the best case scenario in terms of having your life choices criticized tbh. Ritu would 100% listen in rapt attention, maybe take notes, and also ask several questions of her own; namely how it learned to speak and if it would consider coming to live with her and Marie and be studied for the advancement of science, and if it would like to be friends.))
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Luna Ursi
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Phil takes in a stray dog and soon realizes he’s found his other half.
This fic has a fairly stark change in tone in the middle so I’ve decided to post it in two (maybe 3) parts. I’m keeping the tags minimal to avoid spoilers and will update them when the second part is posted. Don’t worry, it’s all fluff and happiness.
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Chapter 1
Phil’s nightly walks have become a ritual. Just as it gets dark, he bundles up and heads out for a stroll up the road, once around the park, and then back again. There was a time when he would have been too scared to walk alone but therapy and practice has changed that. His very tall and very wide frame means people tend to keep their distance unless they’re checking him out. It took quite a few tries, going out and carefully watching the world around him, before he began to feel almost safe. The moon and stars and the lights of his little corner of the city are worth the quiet hum of anxiety that remains. Knowing he can prioritize this thing he loves over that subtle ever present fear brings him a great deal of pride.
This night is surprisingly clear and cold. The park is lit up by a bright full moon and Phil stops to look, making out seas and craters. His hands are in his pockets as he gazes at the sky. It feels so good, this solitude. It’s a moment of simple stillness but it doesn’t last. The static vibration that resides at the back of his neck increases in volume, just slightly, and Phil’s head whips around toward something moving in the dark. He takes his hands out of his pockets.
It’s not a man and so his heart slows to it’s usual hyper alert pace while his eyes struggle to focus. It’s an animal, a big one, and it’s coming closer, black with shining eyes and pointed ears that face forward, standing tall. A dog.
Any residual fear dissipates, taking with it some of the anxiety Phil carries with him all the time. His posture softens, his fists unfurl, and the dog picks up it’s pace until it’s maybe ten feet away. It doesn’t sit, it doesn’t approach him, it just stands and watches, it’s tail swishing once or twice. Phil pulls his scarf tight around his neck and puts his hands back in his pockets before continuing on his way.
The next day is spent editing and emailing, planning and outlining, every meal eaten at his desk. Phil takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, glancing out the window at the silvery glow of the night outside. He had no idea the sun had gone down. He considers skipping his walk, he’s so tired. That bright moon calls him though. By the time the next full moon rolls around, it could be cloudy, it could be pouring rain, and he’ll regret missing out. Stepping into his shoes, he wraps up in his warmest coat and steps into the cold.
He walks briskly doing his best to generate some warmth. Stopping to moongaze just isn’t an option in this weather so he finds himself rounding the park in record time. The trail that leads around this park follows the edge of a wooded area, thick with trees. There’s no way to avoid it as the trail comes right up against the trees before it ends at the main road. Phil’s pace always picks up, eager to pass that bit as quickly as possible. It’s not a forest by any means, just a little stretch of woods in the city. It’s likely littered with beer cans and condoms in there and that thought is even more discomforting than the deep mysterious darkness itself. Just as Phil begins to slow his pace, he hears a rustling from the trees and speeds back up again. There’s a huff of breath behind him and he stops, turning cautiously to see who or what has come up behind him. His breath is held for a moment but he lets it out with great relief when he sees the dog from the night before. It’s saunters forward until it’s right there, looking up at him with big brown eyes that reflect the moonlight. It’s head tips to one side, tongue falling out for a moment.
Phil can’t help but laugh. He should not pet a stray dog, especially not one the size of this one. It could definitely take his arm off if it wanted to. It’s just so cute though, sitting there, regarding Phil like he’s something to figure out. It doesn’t look scared or dangerous, just curious and maybe a little sad. Phil crouches down and carefully, slowly, reaches out to let the dog sniff his hand. It does, it’s ears pulling back slightly. Phil strokes over the dog’s ear and gently scratches behind it.
“You’re a good pupper, aren’t you?” He coos, “yes, you are.” He feels his away to the dog’s neck but there’s no collar. This dog does not look like feral, it’s so clean and soft, so well behaved. It looks loved. He strokes down the dog’s side once before he stands to leave. When he looks over his shoulder, the dog is sat there, head still tipped, watching Phil walk away.
On the way home, he stops at Tesco for milk and picks up a small baggie of dog treats that he tucks into his pocket, just in case. He can’t help but wonder if the dog will be ok out there, if it has a family somewhere, looking for it. Maybe he shouldn’t have left it. The dog is still on his mind when he climbs into bed. He’s googling dog breeds, trying to decipher what kind of dog that was, but his eyes are slipping shut so he gives up the search and drifts off.
His dreams are moonlit that night. He’s running through the park, through the woods. He on all fours, running faster than he ever could in real life, wind rushing past, animals skittering out of the way. He pounces on something, a rabbit maybe. His teeth sink in, tearing flesh, blood spraying and he thrashes the animal side to side, gripped in his jaws. It’s not frightening or disturbing, it’s exhilarating.
***
Phil is always aware of his surroundings. It may not appear that way as clumsy as he is, but the reality is that he’s focussed on everything but his feet. Tonight, his awareness is focused on the trees and the dark expanse of lawn that stretches alongside the path. He scans carefully as he walks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the big black dog.
He doesn’t have to wait long before he hears something moving closer through the edge of the woods. It emerges slowly but bounds toward Phil when it sees him, slowing back down a few away, as if it remembered it’s manners.
“Hey there. I brought you something.” Phil crouches down, pulling a few treats from his pocket. Hand out, he waits, as the dog moves closer. It lowers its nose to his hand and sniffs before looking at Phil, eye to eye. Phil’s heart feels warm and connected, he could reach out and hug this pup right around the neck, tackle it to the ground to wrestle. He doesn’t of course, they just met and Phil has manners too.
The dog takes a treat, and another, and then what’s left in Phil’s hand, leaving a slobbery mess behind. Phil wipes his hand on his jeans and laughs as the dog pants and follows his empty hand. Phil rubs it’s head and smiles wide at his friend who bounces a bit, panting, smiling too, really. The dog leans into him, nosing at his hand with enough force to practically knock him over and Phil has to put his hand on the ground to avoid it.
“Woah!” Phil laughs, “careful pup, you’re stronger than you think. You are strong like bear,” he says in a mock deep voice. He pets the dog vigorously and is rewarded by a rapidly wagging tail. “That’s what I’ll call you, Bear. It suits you.”
Phil pulls our another treat and feeds it to Bear. “Night doggo,” He says before standing up. As he walks, Bear falls into step next to him.
“Bear, you’ve got to stay here,” Phil says, “Stay.”
He carries on and Bear is right behind him.
“Bear!” Phil giggles as he turns to see the dog, happily trotting behind him. “Don’t you know that command? Sit.” Bear sits. “Good dog. Now stay.”
Again, he walks on and again, Bear is right there on his heel. Phil stops and crouches down again. He looks at the sky and absentmindedly moves his hands to rub Bear’s neck. Clouds have rolled in, dark grey ones, that look heavy with rain. Phil thinks about Bear finding shelter in the woods, shivering in the cold London rain. Sure, he’s a dog, covered in thick fur, but Phil just can’t stomach the thought of him out here alone all night.
“Ok Bear, you can come home with me.”
Bear pants happily, watching Phil closely as he pulls himself up to stand. When they get home, Phil finds a blanket and makes a nest for Bear to sleep in on the rug in the lounge.
“No barking now, I’m not strictly sure I’m allowed to have you in this flat,” Phil says, “Goodnight Bear. Sleep tight.” He leans down and rubs his cheek over the soft fur covering Bear’s head and the dog makes a sweet sound, like a soft whine before laying down on the blanket. He huffs a breath and closes his eyes, looking utterly relaxed. Bear is safe and cozy so Phil heads to bed.
When the sun streams into the window, bright and glaring, Phil winces and turns away like he does every morning. Then, all at once, he remembers Bear. Suddenly, this day holds a lot of promise. Pulling on pajamas and a warm hoodie, he shuffles to the kitchen to make coffee then carries his mug to the lounge.
“Morning Bear,” he says, voice still groggy but full of sunshine, “what should we…”
The blanket nest is there, just as he left it, but Bear is nowhere to be found.
“Bear?” Phil grabs some treats and walks all over the flat but Bear is gone. He can’t for the life of him figure how he got out. Had Phil left the door open? That makes no sense, it would be freezing in here, and it’s locked. The flat is all locked up tight, the way he left it. He sits down on the blanket and picks off a few stray dog hairs. His chest feels tight, tears flood his eyes. He shouldn’t have let himself get attached to a stray. It was just a couple encounters but he just felt so connected to Bear. God, he can’t believe he named him. He wipes a tear, cursing himself for being too sentimental and desperate for companionship. He needs to spend more time with friends because this is ridiculous.
1 month later
In the past month, Phil has been to 2 dog shows, 3 dog rescue shelters, 1 pet adoption fair, and paid 3 visits to the RSPCA. Every dog he’s met has been wonderful. They all lift his spirits, making him feel warm and happy. They’d all make excellent companions. He’s knows he’d be lucky to take any one of the pups home but something in him says he can’t. He already has a dog. Out there somewhere is a dog that Phil loves and he’s spent every day of the last 4 weeks pining for a pet he’ll probably never see again.
Each night, he walks through the park, slowly, giving plenty of time for Bear to show himself. Each night, he peers into the woods with bated breath and whispers, “Bear? Here boy.” And each night he goes home and climbs into bed with a heavy, lonely heart.
This night is just the same as every night. Phil stands from the sofa where he’s been working and stretches till his back cracks. He drinks the glass of water he’s been neglecting before slipping into his shoes and coat. He hadn’t realized there was a full moon tonight but as he moves further from the lights of city street, the park stays illuminated, bathed in gossamer light. There’s a bench near the halfway point on the path that leads around the park. Phil sits and rests his head back, taking in the view of the sky, feeling the cool crisp air on his cheeks. His eyes slip shut and he listens to the subtle sounds that break through the quiet.
Something bumps his knee.
Startled, Phil sits upright as his eyes fly open. There, nudging his knee, is Bear. Brown eyes shine up at him and Phil’s heart soars.
“Bear!” he practically shouts, “Oh my god, where have you been? I thought your family found you!” His eyes well up just a bit and he’s laughing out loud. He’s never been so relieved to see a stray dog in his life. “You wanna come home with me Bear?”
Bear jumps to his feet, tail wagging, tongue wagging too. He nudges at Phil’s thigh till he stands and they walk toward home together.
This time, the nest of blankets is in Phil’s room. He’s still not sure how Bear got out that first time and he’d like to keep him close, where he can hear if he gets up and scratches at the door.
Bear is curled up, eyes half open, watching Phil move about as he gets ready for bed. His last stop is to bend down and scratch Bear behind the ears.
“Goodnight Bear. I’ll see you in the morning.” He sets his glasses on the bedside table and checks the alarm on the phone before clicking the light off. The sheets are cool in the warm room and he can hear Bear’s soft breaths from where he rests at the foot of the bed. The flat has never felt so much like home as it does right now.
When the alarm goes off at 10 am, Phil jumps up. He’s got meetings today, and he’s late. He’d been so excited to have Bear back last night, he’d forgotten that he had to actually go out into the working world today. He’s in and out of the shower in minutes. Bear is already up, exploring Phil’s filming room. He can hear him in there and he really hopes he doesn’t knock anything expensive over. There’s no time to check right now. He makes his coffee in a travel mug and runs out the door, shouting over his shoulder.
“Be good Bear! See you tonight.”
The sun is setting when Phil leaves his last meeting. He takes his time walking to the tube, enjoying the golden light and the sherbert horizon, purple and orange and pink. He’s smiling to himself, content, when he sees a posh little pet store with the open sign lit.
He figures he’ll pick up some dog food and a leash, but £200 later, he��s got the biggest dog bed he’s ever seen, a collar, a leash, and a variety of treats and toys. The tube ride home is awkward to say the least.
Phil can’t remember the last time he was this excited to get home at the end of a day of meetings. As he fumbles for his key, he hears Bear’s wild footsteps followed by a gentle bark. Pushing the door open, he drops his packages and opens his arms to Bear, who is already jumping up. Phil’s back hits the door as Bear’s paws land on his shoulders. There’s not a whole lot he can do in the face of the welcome so he scrunches up his face and let’s bear lick his face, big wet dog kisses all over his cheeks, until Phil is out of breath from laughing.
“Okay! Bear! Down, come on, down boy.”
Bear jumps down and crouches, tail wagging furiously, ears pulled back. He wants to play.
“Ok Bear, it’s time for my walk anyway.” He grabs a toy and the leash and takes his first nightly walk with his dog by his side.
This was the missing piece. The challenge of pushing through fear and anxiety to enjoy the night is gone. All Phil can feel is calm, he feels truly safe for the first time in as long as he can remember. He’s come so far, built up so much courage. He knows he can be brave on his own, but with Bear here, he doesn’t have to be brave.
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