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kaepop-trash · 1 year

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Under the Table

It all started with this song and then sort of took on a life of it's own. Gotta love a good monkey brain creation sometimes. This is not edited, or even really thought out for that matter, y'all know the drill. I just needed to get it out of my system so I could move on with my life.

Tags: Sugarbaby au, (sort of) Infidelity, Rich Brat Johnny

Synopsis: There are a lot of choices that need to be made when you have big dreams. Big dreams require work, sacrifices and time. Most importantly though, big dreams need big bills. That was the decision that led you here.

Mr. Suh was as generous as he was supportive. You had an affinity for business that a self-made man like him could appreciate, he had the money and connections that you couldn't ignore. But it was that spoiled son of his that was an obstruction in your well carved path to success. The son that you wanted in a way you could never want his father.

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Penetration, Spanking, Kissing; Father and Son sleeping with the same woman (Hmm); Risqué public behaviour, Alchohol, Language

WC: 2.4K

The phone rang in the dark room, making her eyes shoot open. Arms scrambled, letting go of its tight grip on his back. She reached for the object.

His hand came over hers, the weight alone enough to press it down into the mattress— in place. His fingers carded over hers.

"You're on my time now, (Y/N)." He clicked his tongue, voice making her turn to him. His once neatly styled hair fell over his face, shirt hanging open and brushing against her chest.

"Johnny." She tried to sound firm, scolding him. In the back, the phone still rang.

"Try again. With more passion this time." He teased, making her brows knit in frustration. The moment her lips parted, he thrust into her with a clean jerk.

"Johnny, fuck." She moaned, clenching his hand.

"Yes, just like that." He demanded, pulling out so slowly that she whined.

"We have to go." She reminded him, her other hand gripping the back of his neck for dear life. "We're so late."

"I know." He cooed, "But it's just a party, (Y/N). It can wait." He leaned over, kissing over her jaw as he slowly entered her again. "Would you rather I stop?" He asked, knowing the answer already.

She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him in place.

He smiled against her skin, tracing his lips all over her neck, her chest.

"Go faster." She panted, nails digging into his knuckles.

"You feel so good like this, though." His words sputtered as he focused on the grip of her warm walls.

"Johnny," She tried to coax him, "Just a little faster. What good is this if you can't make me feel good?"

He nipped at her neck, "This doesn't feel good?"

She didn't respond for a moment, caught in her own trap.

"It can feel better.” She added carefully after several moments, “Faster." She pressed her legs tighter, demanding more than insisting.

He watched her face as it scrunched closer to the centre, getting more impatient.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, amusement making his eyes sparkle.

"Johnny." She snapped, the hand around her neck slapping his back hard.

In an instant, the glint in his eyes darkened, making her insides flutter to mush.

"If that's how you want to play," He moved back despite her grip. Before she could let out a word of protest, he flipped her on her stomach, "You should have just asked." He landed a single slap on her ass, making her buck forward.

She hissed, feeling herself get wet from the sudden shock.

"Johnny." Her voice was no longer harsh, a desperate plea.

He got off the bed, spreading her legs wider. "Fine, we'll go faster if that's what you want." He lifted her waist higher, "Hands above your head, sweetheart." He ordered.

She did what she was told, his sharp words edging on tantalising.

He entered her without warning this time, both of them moaning loudly.

"What's got you so wet, babe?" He taunted her, not waiting for an answer.

Once he settled on a pace, Johnny was insatiable. She clawed at her own sheets, trying to find ground while her entire body shook from a mix of his aggressive thrusts and her own muscles.

"I'm going to come" She sighed, picking her head to let him know.

"Finally." He huffed, grabbing her waist harder.

"It's going to bruise." She complained, trying to reach his hand to push it away. Her head dropped back when he snapped his hips. He slapped her ass again, the sound louder than the impact. She wondered if it would leave a mark.

Her body shattered up to her high, a surprised cry leaving her lips. Johnny came almost immediately after, falling on top of her from exhaustion.

She didn't even notice her phone had stopped ringing till the silence felt too deafening.

His soft laugh in her ear filled the space.

"Where were you? I called you; why didn't you answer?" Mr. Suh asked the moment the both of them walked in.

"Your son picked me up very late." She pointed behind her to where Johnny stood, still trying to put his hair back in place. The other question was left unbreached.

"He's never had a reason to be on time anywhere." Mr. Suh laughed, kissing her cheek lightly before stepping back. She couldn't tell if it was an excuse or a jab.

Johnny came up beside them, slipping his arm through hers.

"I hope you can teach my son how to behave tonight." Mr. Suh eyed Johnny's crumpled shirt with distaste.

Johnny scoffed, pinching her waist. She bit down on her cheek, stifling her yelp and trying to hide the move with a shift.

"I'll try my best." She sounded distracted, trying to move his hand away.

Johnny did surprisingly behave. He introduced her to few people and sprinkled in the right praise. She wasn't sure if there was a catch to his kindness.

"So, how did you two meet?" A woman who Johnny introduced as the creative director of the newest popular clothing label asked.

He turned to pick up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, taking his arm out of hers. She tried not to feel too nervous at the sudden lack of physical reassurance. Especially when she didn't even realise his touch was meant to be reassuring.

"We're in the same class in business school." To her surprise, he went with the truth. "She's much smarter than me, so I had to bag her." He laughed, handing her the glass. Adding to her surprise, he slipped his hand over her waist, giving her ass a squeeze.

“(Y/N).” She heard Mr. Suh's voice from behind them— stern. She had no doubt he saw Johnny's action. Despite what he told the woman, Johnny was a shrewd bastard. She pushed his hand off her, excusing herself from the woman.

She walked towards Johnny's father, his impassive irritation fixed on the back of his son's head.

"There's someone you should meet." He looked at her with the usual kind smile.

(Y/N) would have had a fruitful conversation with the Fortune 500 CEO Mr. Suh introduced her to if he hadn't been sizing her up the entire time she spoke. When the man did speak, he only mentioned his upcoming summer vacation before swiftly moving on to a discussion with Mr. Suh.

Stuck in place, not knowing what to do, she started looking around the room.

She wondered if her discomfort was evident on her face or if it was something else. When her eyes met Johnny's, they were on her; the same dark glint in his eyes that made her stomach flip. Except the frown on his lips, the deep furrow of his brows, made him look furious. She wondered if it was something else.

(Y/N) willed herself to look away when Mr. Suh mentioned her name, talking about her promising stint as an intern at his company.

"And she's a pretty face to have around too." Mr Suh joked, catching her off-guard.

"That's a bold thing to say about my girlfriend." Johnny's arm snaked around her waist.

Her heart fell, beating loudly in her stomach. She turned to him with a panicked look, but he gave her a lazy smile.

He was drunk, she realised.

"But I don't blame you." Johnny sighed, "She is beautiful." He said with his eyes on her, giving her a soft smile and pushing her hair away from her face. Like he was getting a better look.

"You're a lucky man." The man in front of them commented. Her eyes stayed on Johnny, equally furious and confused.

Johnny scoffed, the dark glint returning. "If you say so, Uncle." He turned to give him a half-hearted smile, pulling her closer to him.

She didn't know what to do, frozen in place as she felt everything she worked for fall apart. She didn't dare turn to Mr. Suh, not even ready to figure out what he was thinking.

Johnny leaned over, brushing his lips over her temples. "Come, there's someone I want you to meet." His breath smelled like whiskey and lemon. She couldn't do anything but nod.

"Why would you do that?" She hissed, "Your father saw you grab my ass too!" She shrugged him off her the moment they stepped away from the ballroom into an empty corridor. “You always ruin everything.”

Johnny smiled, unfazed. "He's the one who wanted me to bring you here as my arm candy. I was just playing the part."

"You're a god-honest dick." She groaned, her fear coming out as venom. "What if he finds out?"

"About what?" Johnny asked, stepping forward.

She groaned, stepping back from him.

"About what, (Y/N)?" He didn't relent, stalking closer.

She tried to look away from him, to back away from him. But both proved to be futile causes.

"You don't want him to know I'm fucking his pretty little baby? For free nonetheless." He laughed when she fluttered her gaze away at that.

"Stop it." She pushed him, "Your father was trying to do a nice thing for me. You've ruined it. Now you're acting like a child."

"He's trying to find a man that will be willing to take you as a trophy wife."

"No," She defended him, "He's helping me make connections. Because he believes in my potential, Johnny." She groaned, feeling her frustration bubble to the surface.

He hummed, unconvinced. "Every person you were introduced to today, by both of us, will call you starting tomorrow." He slipped his hands into his pocket, giving her a glowering look. "Let me know what they say. Let me know who messages you tonight and who on Monday morning."

He was closer now, walking into her personal space effortlessly.

"Your father is a good man, Johnny." She said weakly.

"The kind of man who hires my classmate as his plaything."

Her entire face soured, trying to push him away again. "Business school is expensive. Not all of us have rich daddies to support us."

"You do have a very rich daddy supporting you, sweetheart." He chuckled. She shoved him harder this time. He pushed back easily just to mess with her.

The move made her lose balance. He had to grab her wrist on his chest to keep her from falling. He didn't let it go once she was steady.

"I'm not judging your choices." His eyes softened, "This is about him, not you."

"You hate him so much, yet you're all set to be the next him." Her face twisted, "Or is that why?" Her eyes held the spite her tone lacked. “Some of us have to carve our own ways.”

The words made the kindness leech from his eyes. Johnny pushed her back roughly till her back pressed against the wall.

"So obedient for him, (Y/N). Why can't you be like that for me?" His hands slid up the high slit on her dress, making her breath hitch. "Because he pays for it?"

She felt rage coat her vision, turning her blind to any sympathy. "He's a better man than you." She said the words she knew would hurt him.

His hand immediately grabbed her face, squeezing her chin between his fingers. He made her look up to meet his eyes, "Do you suck his dick as well as you ride it?" He sneered. "You should show me sometime." He added when she didn't respond.

"You can't afford me, Johnny Suh. Even the money you'd throw my way would be his." Her words, muffled from his hold, were no less scathing.

"Bitch." He came closer, lips inches away from hers, "You'll take what I give you. Who's going to screw you like I do? Like the bad little whore you are." His lips brushed over hers, making her gasp. "Isn't that right, baby? Have you ever said anybody's name like you say mine?" He squeezed her cheeks this time, more gentle but no less insistent. "As desperately as you scream mine?"

She didn't answer him, keeping her enraged gaze locked on his. He seemed unaffected.

"Can he even make you come?" His hand slipped past the slit of the dress, brushing against her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut. "That man only knows how to take, doesn't he?" His lips brushed over her cheek. "There's nothing wrong in taking from him in return. I just want you to see the truth."

"Johnny." She gasped when his thumb brushed over her clothed core.

"Hmm?" He hummed, brushing his lips on the corner of her mouth. She hesitated momentarily, tilting her head to press her lips over his shortly after. Johnny's hand came to her jaw, the other on the wall to keep her caged in. Like he was afraid she'd run away. His tongue flicked across her lower lip, pressing against hers and slowly devouring every crevice. He kissed her slow and deep, taking his time to taste the champagne and fury on her lips.

She was the first to move, pushing him back. He obliged, pressing his lips on her eyelid.

They stood like that for a moment, still like somehow it would make them invisible. Like time would not pass if it couldn't find them.

"I don't think we should do this anymore." She breathed out after several moments.

Johnny scoffed, "You say that every few weeks." He brushed his lips over her temple.

"I mean it this time. I'm done." She bit down on her bottom lip, afraid that it would quiver. "I can't do this anymore." She tried to move, but he stopped her.

"No, (Y/N) look at me." He urged, trying to grab her cheek, but she evaded it.

"At some point. You'll have to learn to take no for an answer." Her face and voice steeled over, not looking into his eyes at all. "I'm tired of this. I'm not some object you can use to get back at your father." She clicked her tongue when he didn't budge, forehead creasing.

"You're not–" He stopped his voice from escalating. "You don't mean that." He coaxed her, trying to keep her pinned.

"Move!" She snapped, turning to him with untethered rage before looking away just as fast.

"(Y/N)–" He sounded so lost, so hurt. Her face faltered, and so would her conviction if her phone didn't ring.

She reached into her purse, both of them already knowing who it was.

"Yes?" She answered.

"Where are you?" Mr. Suh asked, "It's time to leave."

"I'm just fixing my makeup; I'll meet you at the entrance." She responded, hanging up after.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Johnny said, sounding like a wounded child.

"You don't make that decision for me." She spoke without turning back to him, walking away without waiting for his response.

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tayrcse · 6 months

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Habits I Can’t Break

✎ series summary: Rafe never intended to fall in love with you. I mean, you were just his client/fuck-buddy, right? What happens when he realizes you’re more than that?

✎ chapter summary: Pushing you away didn’t work. But will pulling you closer destroy the both of you?

✎ warnings: violence, swearing, non-sexual nudity, drugs, slight angst

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron

✎ word count: 763

✎ tags: @f4ll-for-you @drewstarkeysbae

✎ author’s note: Sorry for the delay with this part, I’ve been having really bad writer’s block lately. I’ll have to do some research on drug withdrawals before writing the next part but just know it’s gonna get intense 😬

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You stand in shock as Rafe beats the stranger to a pulp. “Rafe! Stop!” You yell, breaking out of your trance. He doesn’t listen to you, continuing his assault on the man. “Rafe!” You try again, grabbing his arm as he winds back in preparation for the next punch. He stops this time, glancing back at you. “You’re killing him!” You plead with Rafe.

“Why do you care?” He spits out, pulling his arm from your grip.

“You don’t need anymore blood on your hands, Rafe.” You say sternly.

Rafe scoffs but turns away from the man. Without another word, he grabs your arm and starts pulling you toward the door. You’re too stunned to resist.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demand once you and Rafe get outside.

Rafe lets go of your arm and spins around to face you. “What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?”

“I was having fun before you showed up.”

“I thought I already told you, (Y/N). This shit isn’t fun.” You roll your eyes at his words. Rafe notices, and his eyes visibly darken. “Drop the attitude,” he says through gritted teeth.

You ignore him, instead saying, “Why the hell do you care what I do with my life?”

“I know you’re high as fuck, but you’re smart enough to know the answer to that,” he replied, stepping closer to you until you’re breathing the same air.

Rafe stares at you intently and doesn’t miss when your eyes flicker down to his lips. He sighs, realizing that he’s already losing your attention.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Rafe says abruptly, reaching for your hand.

“But you just got here,” you whine. He ignores you as he guides you to his truck, making sure you got in and buckled the seat belt before walking to the driver’s side of the car. You’re leaning your head against the cool window when he settles behind the wheel. You don’t notice the melancholy look on Rafe’s face as he starts the car. And you definitely don’t notice the way his hand twitches, almost reaching out to hold yours again.

The drive back to Rafe’s place is silent, neither of you knowing what to say to the other.

“We’re here,” Rafe finally says as he puts the truck in park. You look out the window at the house you had become so familiar with. An ache settles in your chest as you realize how much you had missed coming to this house every night. You realized how much you missed him.

Rafe glances over at you before opening the door and stepping out of the truck. Walking over to your side of the truck, he carefully opens the door, making sure you aren’t leaning against the window before he does. You barely register him leaning over you to unbuckle your seat belt, the drugs in your system taking over. Rafe sighs when he sees that your eyes are closed, realizing that there was no way you were going to be able to walk inside let alone upstairs. Your head lolls on his shoulder as he picks you up bridal style and carries you inside, up the stairs, and into his room.

Rafe lays you gently on his bed before going to his dresser and pulling out one of his shirts. Moving toward your figure on his bed, he calls your name softly, wondering if you’re still awake. He doesn’t get much of reply, a string of incoherent words falling from your lips.

“You gotta help me out here, sweetheart,” he says desperately, knowing you don’t understand a word he’s saying. Resigning himself to his fate, he lifts your arms over your head, slipping off the crop top you had been wearing along with your black, lace bra. He carefully pulls the shirt he had gotten onto your body, trying his hardest not to look at your chest. When his shirt was comfortably resting on your sleeping frame, he moves to remove your jeans as well. His shirt is big enough on you for it to reach your mid-thigh, hiding your most intimate spot from his eyes.

Finished with his task, Rafe takes a moment to admire your peaceful face. He never noticed how you constantly looked like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders until he saw you like this. For once, the demons that haunted you gave you a reprieve. Brushing your hair out of your face, he makes a promise to himself and to you.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

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blainesebastian · 11 months

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mistakes were made

words: 2,290 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “fic about the reader getting really bad food poisoning and Austin taking care of her” warnings: none notes: i really enjoyed writing this request, thank you! hope you enjoy it :) masterlist is here tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You kinda have a love-hate relationship with the chicken place down the street. Sometimes the spice level is completely different any time you order it, which makes no sense that you can’t depend on it being the same every time, the fries are sometimes Cajun flavored…sometimes not? (no matter how you order them), and delivery and pick-up can range from ten minutes to two hours with no rhyme or reason.

And yet, you give this place your money pretty much every week.

“There’s something charming about it.” You tell Austin, your best friend, over the phone as you walk out of your apartment (the goal is to get coffee, do a nice mental health walk and grab said chicken for dinner).

You can hear Austin crinkling his nose as he replies, “There is nothin’ charming about chicken that sticks to the wrapper when you order it.”

You can’t help but snicker, walking down the steps and outside on another beautiful day in New York. No rain this time in the weather forecast…you made sure to check. The last little walk you went on, you hadn’t checked the projections and got stuck in a downpour. Austin found it hilarious—you? Not so much.

“Uhm, that’s definitely part of the charm, excuse you,” Rolling your eyes, you cross the street, making your way to the coffee shop that you favor. “Maybe you need a reminder. I can order you somethin’.”

“No,” Austin laughs, “Despite the fact that I’m in New York for the next few weeks,” A pleasant and warm thrum kisses your body at that, it’s been way too long since you’ve seen him, “I will not be eating at that place. C’mon, ditch the chicken, let me take you to a proper dinner.”

You smirk, “’A proper dinner?’ What’re you from an Oscar Wilde novel?” You laugh, “Or is this you askin’ me out on a date?”

Austin’s quiet for a few moments, the sound of traffic behind him, a soft hum leaving his lips, “It very well could be, you know, a date.”

Your heart hammers in your chest because…you both have been at this very same precipice so many times. You’re just not sure how it’d work out. You’re…you’re so normal compared to him, legit have a job teaching second grade English and art. This man is an upcoming actor, getting bigger and more prestigious with each role he accepts. How would that work?

“I’ll say yes if it’s the chicken place.”

Austin laughs, something warm that dips into your stomach, “You’re insufferable.” He mumbles.

You can’t help but grin, “I know, part of my charm. You love it.”

“I do,” Austin confirms and lets that sit for a few moments, “I gotta go, but see you tonight? Even if you refuse to part ways from that chicken place.”

“Yes,” You promise and then throw in to drive him crazy— “It’s a date.”

You’re not quite a nap person—you know you get weird looks for saying that but it’s just something you haven’t managed to perfect like some people. So you know the moment you pass out on the couch after eating your favorite order from the chicken place is a bad idea. You feel sick the moment you wake up, groggy, a bit disoriented—like you’re not sure if you slept ten minutes or ten hours.

You blink at your phone as you pick it up, missed texts from Austin—

Austin: be over in an hour

The was fifty minutes ago.

Austin: you in a chicken coma?

You let out a soft huff and text back,

Y/N: 🐔🐔🐔

You stand from your couch, swaying a moment, dizzy and kind of get your bearings for a moment before shaking your head. How is it that naps always mess you up like this? Wandering to set your phone down on the kitchen counter, you move to fill a glass of water and take a few sips, your apartment intercom system beeping. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth and you move to press the button,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah?” Austin asks, “That’s all I get? What about a ‘hello’?”

“I reserve that for the food delivery people.”

Austin chuckles lightly but you hit the button to buzz him in, not wanting to reserve him to all the banter outside…it’s been a while since you’ve seen one another and you have missed him. Letting out a slow breath, you open the door and hover for a few moments, your stomach churning and you kinda shake your head at yourself because apparently now you sometimes have to take an anti-acid with your favorite chicken place. Maybe you’re just getting old.

Glancing up as you hear the elevator ding, you can’t help but smile as you see Austin getting off, making his way down the hall to you. Just as attractive as you’ve always remembered and yet somehow more devastatingly handsome than you’re able to recall. You smile at his pair of black jeans, white t-shirt, blue jean jacket; simple, comfortable, looks too good on his tall frame.

He reaches for you, his hand plucking the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing and using it as leverage to tug you forward into his embrace. You can’t help but grin, pushing yourself up on your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You squeeze him tightly, closing your eyes to his familiar scent that feels far too much like home. You feel him press his face into your shoulder and hair, planting a kiss there before letting you go.

“We gonna spend tonight out or in?” He asks, giving you a teasing look at your oversized t-shirt. “Pretty sure you could pull that look off with some boots.”

There’s a myriad of replies that you’ve got right at the tip of your tongue but something shifts in how you’re feeling, far too soon, stomach lurching along with a sickly-sour sensation in the back of your mouth. Oh no, oh no. Your eyes widen and you don’t even have a chance to explain to Austin what is happening, just kind of putting your hand up and rushing to the bathroom and kneeling down in front of the toilet before losing the contents of your stomach.

It's quick and kind of violent and god, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to remove that taste from your mouth even if you brush your teeth a handful of times. Groaning, you flush the toilet, sitting to the side for a few moments because—what even was that? Your mind whirs through possibilities but…deep down you know there’s pretty much only one thing you can land on, and it’s not pregnancy, so.

You glance up to see Austin moving to stand in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. While part of you wants to tell him to just…leave you alone to suffer, he’s also seen you a lot worse than this.

“Don’t even say it.” You mumble, running a hand over your face. It’s really not a good sign that you’re sweating, slightly dizzy and your stomach hurts. You feel worse.

“I wasn’t gonna say anythin’.” Austin comments, crossing his arms over his chest, “Other than you look terrible.”

A soft laugh rumbles in your chest and that is…decidedly the wrong move because your stomach protests with another lurch. You quickly turn towards the toilet, coughing afterwards, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you feel Austin hover behind you and help hold your hair back. His hand gently works up and down your back until you’re done, slouching back against his body. He reaches up and flushes again, reaching for a washcloth on your tub.

“Just leave me here to die,” You mumble, tears stinging your eyes because you’re…embarrassed? Which seems so silly, it’s just Austin. But also just…you feel terrible. Not just physically, but the fact that Austin doesn’t visit often and now he’s stuck here taking care of you.

He smirks lightly, even though you’re not looking at his face, you can hear it as he talks, “Still think that chicken place is charming, hmm?”

Austin turns on the tub and wets the washcloth in his hand, dragging it over your forehead and along the back of your neck. You groan lightly, your hand rubbing over your stomach, “Please don’t talk about food.”

“Fair enough,” He brushes some hair over your shoulder, “Think you’re done?”

“God I hope so.” You whine and a soft rumble of amusement happens in Austin’s chest. He carefully hooks his arms underneath your armpits and swiftly lifts you from the floor. Your knees are wobbly and you take a step back, leaning against his chest a moment.

He keeps you steady, one hand on your waist and then helps guide you out of the bathroom to your bed. You sit slowly on it, attempting to assess yourself. You’re still…very nauseous but you don’t think you’ll be vomiting more any time soon. You really hope not. Closing your eyes a moment, you run a hand through your hair, sitting still so that the room doesn’t spin.

“You know,” Austin sits down next to you, toeing his shoes off, “Think this wouldn’t have happened if you would’ve just let me take you out on a date.”

A startled laugh leaves your lips as you turn your head to look at him, “Oh my god,” You playfully tap his face, “Shut up.”

He smiles, taking your hand off his face but holding onto it, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Think you need a firm break-up with the chicken place.”

You crinkle your nose—you need to brush your teeth but walking back towards the bathroom sounds like a fate worse than death, “Never knew you’d be so jealous over a chicken restaurant, this is cute and unexpected.”

Austin huffs out a sound but it’s amusing to you that he doesn’t quite deny it either. You take a few moments to look at your hands joined, his thumb traveling along your knuckles and the bones of your fingers. There’s a slight fluttering sensation in your chest that almost offsets the nausea. Almost.

“I’m sorry I ruined the night,” You mention when you turn a bit to look at him. He doesn’t get much time to himself unless he’s between projects and you’re sure this is the last thing he wants to be doing when he could be having a night out in New York.

Austin shakes his head, brushing your hair aside so its not in your face, “You didn’t ruin anythin’.”

“I feel terrible,” You reply with a soft laugh and then close your eyes, groaning, “Literally, I feel terrible.”

Austin laughs gently and wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into his chest. Leaning against him, you huff dramatically, allowing your eyes to close for a few moments as you relish in the feeling of his touch, hands through your hair, along your back. Eventually, he stands from the bed and motions to the headboard,

“We’ll watch one of those awful sci-fi films you like. I’ll make you some tea, get you some water too—need to keep hydrated.”

You stand slowly from the bed on wobbly knees, intent on brushing your teeth first. “Alien is not horrible.”

Austin crinkles his nose, “Sure.”

You don’t argue with him—mostly because you don’t have the energy to, and he’s being nice in offering to make you tea, so, you’ll let him slide this one time. Brushing your teeth as quickly as you can, you wander back to bed and grab the remote, stacking some pillows against the headboard for you and Austin to lean against. Running a hand over your face, you slowly sit down and tug the blankets over your legs. Bluh—still far too nauseas. You pick up the remote for your TV and start the movie Alien, a small twinge of a smile on your lips as you think about Austin’s ‘review’. Clearly he does not appreciate a good classic.

You close your eyes and tip your head back, letting out a soft sigh as you attempt to self-evaluate. Last thing you want to do is drink something when you’re not ready but…Austin’s right, you need to keep yourself hydrated. You hear him walk back in, setting glasses on the nightstand,

“Water first.”

Humming lightly, you run a hand over your stomach before picking up the glass of water. You take a few slow, careful sips, waiting for your body to absolutely pitch a fit. When it doesn’t, you lean more comfortably against some pillows, Austin joining by crawling into bed beside you.

“Think I’m gonna make it.” You tell him, your body coming to lean along his.

Austin smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so that you’re more against his chest. “Glad to hear it,” He reaches for the tea on the nightstand, handing it over to you as you put the glass of water down, “Doesn’t this movie have the alien bursting out of some dude’s chest? You’d think you’d want to avoid visuals like that.”

Snickering, you take a slow sip of tea, pausing, before leaning back against Austin again. Your head rests on his shoulder, “I’m immune to aliens.”

“Just not to chicken.”

You grimace, turning a bit so that your nose brushes against the soft skin of his neck. “Too soon.”

Austin smiles, tilting his head down a little so he can plant a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to consider that date, hmm?”

You take another sip of tea, allowing your eyes to close for a few moments, your stomach fluttering now in a good way. “Alright—just…anything but chicken.”

Austin smirks, squeezing you closer. “Noted.”

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ Tongue Tied by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (G, 1.2k, roommates, curses, love confessions) Louis’ new bestie placed a hand on his shoulder; he turned with a sway and looked into his blue eyes. ”What do you wish?”The world spun for a moment, and Louis shrugged. It was easy. The only thing he wanted. “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.”The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.”“From your lips to God’s ears, mate.” He gave the man a hug. “I gotta go before my Uber leaves me.”He stumbled to the door, and that was the last thing he remembered from the night.

໑ Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 2.1k, friends to lovers, soulmates au, famous louis, makeup artist harry, injury) Louis Tomlinson knows without a shadow of a doubt that Harry Styles is his soulmate.

Harry Styles, Louis is virtually certain, is completely unawares of this fact.

໑ David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (NR, 3.1k, halloween costumes, fae & faeries, samhain) Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins?

Mysterious.

໑ Lovers in the Night by @marchessa (E, 4.2k, a/b/o au, prostitute louis, truck driver harry, semi-public sex) “Can I help ya?” The trucker asked with raised eyebrows. Louis shook his head to get out of his daydreaming and get to work. “Hello, handsome,” Louis smiled up at him prettily, making sure to bat his eyelashes in a seductive way. “Want some company?” The one where Harry is a truck driver and Louis is a prostitute at a truck stop.

໑ PILOT by babby_cakess / @_babby_cakes (T, 5.2k, pilot/flight attendant au, semi public sex) “We have fifteen minutes.” Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How fast do you thinkmy tongue can make you come?” Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back ofhis neck down his spine.

In three years walking on moving planes, he'd never had such zero control over his legs.

At least not until now.

໑ White Noise Frequency by whoknows / @crazyupsetter (E, 5.5k, friends, crimes & criminals au) In the dark, something crashes. Louis stirs, barely opening his eyes as he gropes across the bedside table for his phone. Muffled cursing is coming from the hallway, probably about ten feet away from the bedroom door.

Allowing himself the tiniest of smiles, Louis yanks the phone free from the charger and slips out of bed, leaving the blankets pooled on the floor. He doesn’t bother with shoes or clothes, moving silently across the floor in his bare feet. Eyes open now, adjusting to the shadows in the dark room, he waits behind the door, crouched down.

There’s no more noise. Louis waits, breathing slowly, steadily. He’s awake now, fully alert. He’s got a loose grip on his phone, and he doesn’t glance down at the screen no matter how much he wants to. This really shouldn’t be happening anymore. Three years, two new houses, an upgraded security system and actual money to throw at the problem means this definitely shouldn’t be happening anymore.

໑ Spiders Don't Fly But Gods Do by SunshineBoy742 (M, 6.6k, strangers to lovers, marvel au) Louis Tomlinson is an underpaid photojournalist in NYC. He leads a pretty average life, getting shots of town heroes, dodging flirtatious remarks from old coworkers and being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. But what happens when a sex god comes to crash in his apartment?

໑ always had that heart of mine by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 7.8k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, roommates, nesting) louis is nesting, though he won’t admit to it. between being ill, the stress of uni, and near drops, the only thing keeping him afloat is harry’s scent. the fact they don’t get along is neither here nor there

໑ The Knothead Neighbor by Kbbean / @Kristen09924842 (M, 8k, strangers to lovers, neighbours a/b/o au) Prompt 3: Neighbors AU, preferably ABO! Harry works evenings/nights (maybe like a surgeon something that requires him to be gone for long hours) and has a cat. The cat has a little kitty door at the back so that it can explore and such. Louis just moved next door and the cat seems to always end up at his door.

໑ Sugar Water by neversaygoodbye / @tomlinsunsfringe (E, 9.4k, exes to lovers, summer au, ‘cowboy hat’) When his most familiar begins to feel all too unfamiliar, Harry finds out what it means to love like real people do.Or,Harry comes back home from Princeton and has to face the consequences of his actions. The songs for this fic are 'Changes' by Cam and 'The World Spins Madly On' by the Weepies.

໑ you know it ain't fiction, just a natural fact by anditsonlyforthebrave / @HARRYSC1NEMA (NR, 13k, strangers for lovers, uni au, himbo harry, nerd louis) Harry is the golden boy of the college football's team, Louis is their professors' golden student and they definitely don't have anything in common. Falling in love would be dumb.

໑ only you and you alone (can thrill me like you do) by camilevol6 / @svnflouwervol6 (E, 13.3k, established relationship, a/b/o au, 50s, housewife louis) Harry wrinkles his nose as he fights Louis' dress to get his hands underneath it, panting deeply.

"Alpha…"

"I'm still hungry, Louis," he claims with a severity that is derailed by his ragged breathing. "I thought I heard you say you were going to take care of everything."

໑ Stockholm Syndrome by Hazzascul_07 / @hazzascul (M, 13.5k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, kidnapping) "That's it!",Harry screamed in his face, "I'm done with you! I'll take you to your home, where you belong, where your father will be waiting for you with a belt in his fucking hands!"

He could not go home. He was finally free. He will do anything to not go back to that place. He desperately and uselessly tried to free his hands, stumbling on his feet.

"NO! No! No please, please, please don't take me back, please! I'll behave, I'll listen to you, I swear! Don't take me back, Harry! Please! Alpha!!" By now tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Screw his stupid brain and his stupid heart. He was too good for the world. He was too hopeful to think that Harry was any different from his father and his brothers.

It was true, all the alphas were the same.

All with their disgusting need to control and breed and ruin the life of an omega. To take and take and take, and never give anything back.

It seemed as if expecting goodness from the world was a crime and he was the biggest sinner.

໑ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (M, 14.8k, strangers to lovers, fantasy au, fairy louis, human harry) Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

໑ i've got something to confess, i keep you in my pocket to use by babylwt / @finelineangie (E, 16.7k, strangers to lovers, hockey player harry, journalist louis) Prompt 251: Harry is a hockey player and he's in the middle of a press conference when Louis, a journalist, asks him a question. Harry sees him ans says something like "oh my god, he's so beautiful" to his teammate and only realized his mic was on when the pretty boy blushes and the room breaks in a laugh

໑ Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (E, 16.8k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, 5+1 things) If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.

໑ A Package Deal by @alltheselights (E, 19k, enemies with benefits, doctor louis, cop harry, biscuit the cat) For the past three years, it's just been Louis and his one-eye orange cat, Biscuit. When Louis starts sleeping with Harry, the aggravating cop stationed at the ER where he works, he has no reason to think anything will change. Unfortunately, Biscuit and Harry have other plans.

໑ it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix (E, 22k, enemies to lovers, mastermind au, co-workers) “You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?”“Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.”“I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.”“Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?”“That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

໑ splash me across the silver screen by pleasinglouis / @pleasing-louis (E, 22.8k, established relationship, 70s au, actor louis, cinematographer harry) Louis is a struggling actor who gets nervous when he's being filmed and Harry comes up with a plan to help him relax when the cameras are rolling.

໑ 🔒 Scorpions et mandragores by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 23k, dark fic, vampire harry, human louis, read tags and author’s notes) Vampires were rich gents, well-versed in the unspoken rules of polite society, knowledgeable about an infinity of topics, ready to lend a hand in historiography debates. Vampires were charming, fashionable, mysterious. Vampires drank synth or donated blood, played nice with humans, didn’t bite anymore. Vampires were nice, non-threatening.

What a load of bullshit.

໑ The Bluest war and peace by @hazzaslittle28 (E, 27.1k, a/b/o au, enemies to lovers, betrayal) For centuries the Black Haven pack had a tradition where the first born omegas and alphas were to be introduced to each other. The pups were barely ten, dressed in their finest clothings and made to look presentable. That's when he first saw his ruins and he knew that he was never going to be the same.

໑ I found an angel so divine by april_iris / @april_kmm (E, 31k, strangers to lovers, eternals au, superpowers) Eros/Harry is a dreamboat with singular powers who loves love more than anything and longs to feel it one day, and Louis is the kind human who shows him the way.

໑ Deleted Scenes by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 33k, strangers, mystery, amnesia, italy, minor violence) Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.

໑ Tainted Love by Darling28 / @darling-28 (M, 39k, exes to lovers, famous/famous, miscommunication) Broken awards, cut-up blouses, childish pranks and lots of nastiness? This is apparently all that remains of Louis and Harry after a sudden break-up and they walk a fine line between love, revenge and jealousy.

Will the two find their way back to each other or are they both too hurt?

໑ all the small things you do (remind me why i fell for you) by Ashisinlove / @ashisinlove28 (NR, 53.7k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, pack dynamics, arranged married) Prompt 68: Pack alpha Harry only wants to marry for matrimonial benefits but no other omega wishes to marry him for his reputation of being a big scary wolf who snarls at everyone for even breathing the wrong way. Omega Louis, to improve his pack’s condition, decides to be Harry’s pack Luna but is taken aback by how soft and sweet Harry actually is with him. AU where Harry is intimidating pack alpha but is very sweet and lovely with his soon-to-be mate and would do anything for his pack Luna, even make fool of himself in front of everyone just to see his giggle.

໑ Love Me If You Dare by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 (E, 54.7k, childhood friends, growing up together, games) Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too.With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?

໑ Sink Into Your Sunlight by @starryhazelou (E, 79.6k, strangers to lovers, college au, hurt/comfort, time skips, exes to lovers) Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic.

Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

— rare pairs —

໑ The Cyber Sphere by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (louis/dermot o’leary, E, 17.5k, strangers to lovers, rich louis, writer louis, radio host dermot, artificial intelligence) As the author of The Cyber Sphere, a series of best-selling books which have spawned seemingly limitless spin-offs, Louis Tomlinson hides away from the world in his fortress-like London penthouse. But when he decides to interact with the host of The Cyber Times radio program, Dermot O’Leary, on Twitter, it causes a fandom meltdown and offers him hope for a future he’d never imagined.

OR the one where Liam likes to think he’s Batman, Dermot has terrible taste in sporting teams, and Louis should really get a cat.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #1dsource #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #ficsfor4am #*#*rec

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merge-conflict · 2 months

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wip wednesday uhhhhhh

tagged by @streetkid-named-desire 🙏

workin' on:

adjusting to new work schedule without going insane

listening to schism on repeat until it stops making me feel things

finishing phantom liberty (things are going to go so bad I can feel it. reed and valentine are two birds of a feather. a songbird in hand is worth more than bush– ok idk where I was going with this. why is everyone in this dlc so hot. the edible hit just as lizzy wizzy was doing her thing I was absolutely 👁️👁️ zonked)

[outline] ffor - kerry vs manager death match meeting ft. valentine being the kind of incorrigible and professionally unpleasant asshole you want on your side in an argument –> well-crafted excuse to have johnny watch kerry and go through the confusing mess of jealousy, lust, possessiveness, smug superiority and affection from behind a screen where he can't pitch a fit or ruin everyone's day by being snide or making himself the new center of attention. lol

[draft] ch. 12 of the damn things overlap – putting johnny failover thru some horrors because it's fun ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Featuring my notes from PL on characters (going thru one of my adhd note-taking phases), not intentionally incomprehensible but uhhh gotta write fast while they're still talking:

And a snippet of Johnny definitely not Going Thru It (it's his body unless it's a fear response, then it's V's weird hormones or something idk):

The answering burst of distorted laughter sent adrenaline screaming up the inside of Johnny’s lungs. Half a century later and Smasher was less human than ever: a ghoulish half-skinned skull bolted onto a brutal metal frame and armored with enough heavy plating enough to make the float shift when he did. He towered over Oda, shoulders hunched so the launcher perched on his shoulder didn’t scrape the ceiling. Behind him was the smoking ruin of the hole he’d blown open, the unsettled dust and debris making his red eyes glow like hellfire. Arasaka’s oldest rabid dog. Something about the angle he was leering down at him made Johnny feel like he was standing in and out of a dream, unarmed and paralyzed while his mind tried to catch up with V’s hammering heart. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, and his arm ached bone-deep, numbness flickering up and down from his elbow to his fingertips. The air stank of charred flesh and scorched metal, like saltwater and bloated decay. He reached again for V, but she was gone and he was alone. No V, no Hand, just him. “Too stupid to stay dead,” Smasher spat, leaning over Oda in a way that made the man instinctively tense, grip tightening painfully. “That really you, Johnny-boy?” Time finally snapped back into focus, adrenaline reaching his smoldering gray matter, and Johnny felt his mouth twisting into a grin– V still haunting her own nervous system, dark laughter bubbling up out of terror like tar. “In the flesh, so to speak. More than I can say for you, you ugly bastard.”

it's missing something, but I won't know what until I take Johnny for more of a spin for the rest of the chapter...however it doesn't stop me from wanting to pick at it.

tagging @wanderingaldecaldo, @fly-amanitaa, @corpocyborg, @vox-monstera (no pressure!!! :3)

#wip wednesday

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safety-pin-punk · 8 months

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Hello!

I wanted to start off by saying that I'm new to punk, and you have helped me continue to learn about the culture and truly appreciate and love it with all of my being. So thank you, I really appreciate the work you've done to teach and welcome others into punk culture!

This may come off as a stupid question, but I was wondering, how do you know what music is punk and what isn't? I've seen a lot of arguments over certain bands, with some people saying they aren't punk enough and others saying they are. Is there a way to tell?

Love,

-A confused baby punk :)

Sorry answering a bunch of asks at once with this one

Well I know what my next big project is gonna be (I gotta finish my ren faire outfit and I have a dj gig first though)

Long story short, at the moment, I do not have a guide or know of one for different types of punk subgenres. BUT! I can tell you there are. A LOT. Personally, Im not much of a hardcore person, though I do like the occasional song. Other subgenres include ska, post punk, folk punk, pop punk, riot grrrl, anarcho punk, queer core, crust punk, horror punk, the list GOES ON. So if you dont like one, you are bound to like another

But as far as ‘how do you know what is or isnt punk’? That is a harder question. Really. Music genres are so arbitrary and subjective, its why I hate the whole ‘you have to listen to punk music to be a punk’ think. Because what even is punk music? I’ve made a post about this before (probably under #mail tag or #add to masterlist), but really the arguments like ‘is Rage Against The Machine too metal to be considered punk?’ Idk man. Does it even matter? They dont like the system, I dont like the system, good enough for me. Its the same deal with emo, pop punk, and punk. It just. Makes me mad

So as a DJ, my answer to you is simply the lines between music genres are fake and as long as their songs have some punk ideals sprinkled in, its a punk band. Cool? Cool. (Also I am so glad my blog has been helpful to you!!)

#mail tag

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Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

#gallavichintro #gallavich #fandom #gallavich intro #about me

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Hey folks, so I was a bit bored and thought I'd be cool to take some notes of my thoughts while I was watching the first episode of tmagp

Most of them are nonsense but that's the way I think so

obviously, there will be spoilers for the new tmagp episode ( I'm tagging it tmagp spoilers ofc) so I'd you didn't watch it, go watch it now cmon man

welp, here they are

TMAGP SHOW NOTES!!!11!;1

• Oh dang 44 minutes ???

• ohhhh ominous music :)))

• HI ALEX

• HOLY SHITTT

• RUSTY QUILL PRESENTS THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL LETS FUCKIN GO

•* printer not functioning noises*

• not even 5 minutes in and I'm already recognizing some voices

• Alice <<<333

•BONES ARE A BIG LIE MADE BY MILK TO KEEP YOU BUYING IT that's what I've saying

• I also function on coffee and spite. and social media drama. as a treat.

• sorry mate you deserve to be booed

• " or they finally kill me " oh boy

• ooooohhhh Gwen!!!!

• " I'm your cool sister, Gwen's your uncool sister, Lena's the emotionally distant mother, Teddy is the uncle that just got another job and Collin's the grumpy IT manager" just. this. idk. just

•Alice is funny and I'll die on this hill thank you

• not the nepotism

• the spooky tape recorders already started or is teddy just forgetful??? hmmmm

• mold you like clay

• Alice is my favorite character actually

• Windows 95? oh wait no

• "what does it do?" "crashes mostly"

• " is that legal?" " probably. We do work for the government. sorta"

• finally a filing system that's a least a bit understandable(???)

• " The coolest person *left* in London" the hell you did to the rest of them Alice? 🤨

•wait what

• smashing it with a hammer would fix a lot of problems. supernatural or not.

• Collin is a mood

•Norris, Chester and Augustus huh

• WAIT WHAT

• NEVER HEARING WHO

• WHAT

• CEMETERY???

• THE HELL

• ARTHUR!!!!

• took him away from you??? this is concerning

• oh no,,,,,

• Darla?

• it spoke! using another person's voice— oh no

• discolored skin? mismatched features? oh no

• " some of him:)))" oh no

• shit

• being afraid of someone ( or some parts) of someone you loved. we're starting well

• Yeah there are worse ones buddy

• oh cmon it ain't that bad just put the goddamn word in there

• "you traitor" love me a dramatic queen///

• OHHH SHE'S GOING INTO THE DIRECTOR'S OFFICE ( the equivalent of it in a office job I suppose)

• ohh performance review okay

• look kids, sometimes you gotta deliver a work that's just okay instead of ABSOLUTELY perfect.

• so Gwen's the overachiever, got it.

• she's saying that as if Alice hasn't been shitting on everyone there already lmao

• oh we wish it was that easy

• oh the deja vu

• " what do you actually want" " your job" damn she's bolder than I thought lmao

• I wish I could talk back to people like that

• damn Collin's pissed

• Alice being a menace we love to see it

• " I'm a vegetarian" deadpan

• top 10 awkward conversations

• Collin is the most relatable of them all

• " a bit bleak" is an understatement

• clack clack clack

• you really need to know bro's backstory on his first day?

• is there a bet going on on who has the worst awful backstory to explain being there. that'd be funny I think

• buddy that's the worst place to try getting back to your feet but ok

• MAGNUS INSTITUTE RUINS LETS GO

•" what's the deal with the Magnus Institute" well. see. there's a lot of deals.

• alright? just a semi-normal conversation as of now

• nope

• yea the institute does that to ya

• " a cool vibe " yeah buddy

• "offices like little cells" oh you'd be surprised

• ARCHIVE HE SAID ARCHIVE!!!!!

• oh no the symbols

• strange stains mmnn

• an,,,,, empty box?

• photographic distortion. oh boy. oh boy.

• yea guys don't steal stuff from spooky sightseeing places especially if they could be yknow. cursed.

• are we going to be listening to ppl fighting on the internet rn or

• IMAGE REMOVED??? STAY ABOVE GROUND??? OH NO

• EYES????

• GORE???? OH BOY,,,,

• and the thread was locked. well damn.

• a blast from the past huh

• " is a bad name" " so is Gwendolyn"

• hmm static

• phone

• "you get a job and I got a victim"

• that seems like a reasonable theory tbh

• cleaning toilets actually helps people

• Sam noodle arms confirmed

• " to new beginnings" " with old friends" * clank*

• oh great more little noises

• more noises

• OHHH

• find who???? WHO????

• oh you got to be kidding me

• more ominous music hmmmm

• The Magnus Protocol is a podcast FUCK YEAH IT SURE IS!

Phew, that was a lot. thank you if you read all of this lmao

edit: fixed some misspellings, if there any left please do warn me! my heading's not the best and auto-correct is a bitch (especially if you use two languages lmao)

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp #the magnus protocol #just my silly thoughts #I should do rhis more often actually lol

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cee-grice · 4 months

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Hello! I'm getting caught up on all your amazing asks here... But here's my pre-emptive Ask for Storytelling Saturday for next week:

Describe your WIP in bullet points so my ADHD brain gets it quickly!

hey hey Belle!! oh man, I also have to clean out my inbox, it's getting a bit embarrassing haha... I know you said this is a pre-emptive STS ask, but!.. I saw it and got excited lol, so you're getting it answered Now

so! my current WIP, When White Crows Cry, described in bullet points:

(this is gonna be long)

it's a science fantasy?? only instead of robots and space we have chemistry and pathology lol

also dark academia vibes

set in a secondary world reminiscent of 19th century-esque europe, only with modern advancements in science

the magic system is science-based - essentially, if you wanna manipulate the fabric of reality, you gotta. understand said fabric of reality

so, to cast a believable illusion you need to perfectly understand color and light and depth and all that (so you gotta be a kickass realism artist lol)

or, to change a glass ball into a gold one, you gotta understand the molecular composition of each material and know how to manipulate it so it would change forms

there's one tiny teensy issue with magic, though - it is a limited resource ahaha

ANYWAY that's the gist of it

main character - Quil, an exceptional transmutation mage who got exiled some years ago for performing human transmutation (very bad very taboo)

(he, of course, continues doing human transmutation)

(despite the Trauma)

the second most important character - Endra, who has this nasty magical parasite slowly eating away at his body and mind, and his only hope at a cure is... human transmutation

you can see where this is going

anyway so that's the Past timeline - Quil trying to figure out what's going on with Endra's body and finding a way to fix it

(this is also the Romance timeline lol)

we also have the Present timeline

and that starts with Quil getting revived a year after his death in the country he'd gotten exiled from

:0!

(that's literally the first chapter so it's not a spoiler lol)

anyway he gets offered a Deal - help his ex-mentor with her project that could potentially save magic, and in exchange he'd get amnesty

the issue? he really, really hates his ex-mentor

and he would have really, really preferred to stay dead

this whole magic dying thing is Not his problem, either lol

counter issue? the project concerns the same magic parasite that Endra had (has?), so it could put him in danger, and Quil quite literally would die again before he let that happen, so.

he agrees

(so that he could sabotage it lol)

but also! Quil doesn't know what happened with Endra post his death, so that's something he works on figuring out as well

(he gets far more questions than answers. where IS this guy)

anywayyy that's the gist of the story

now for the lightning round

this would be for you if any of this intrigues you:

highly questionable academic and medical ethics

characters forsaking morality to get what they want and losing sight of what truly matters

So Much Interpersonal Drama

no physical fights - a Lot of verbal fights

dealing with the horrors of resurrection

dealing with the horrors of facing your loved ones after they'd mourned you for a year

a cast of eccentric scientists

an obsessive, codependent queer romance between people who don't know how the other looks like

a lot of fucked up queer characters in general

an incredibly spiteful trans protagonist who just wants to be left the fuck alone but everyone insists on dragging him into their shit, so instead he's gonna Make them leave him alone

everyone wanting you to live apart from You

magic biology! magic chemistry! magic science! nerd shit!

anyway oof idk if this helps but omggg is it hard to explain a fantasy story quickly ahaha....

(this is the general tag for this wip so u can check out more stuff about it that's explained in a more cohesive manner lol)

#sorry this got so long but sjhdsbfj #i love bullet points #i will abuse them #ty for this ask hahaha i love. bullet poitns #wwcc wip

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curatoroffiction · 2 years

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Ramshackle's New Student

Summary:

Yuu/The Main Character of the Twisted Wonderland series gains a new student while setting the groundwork for some major renovations on the Ramshackle Dorm. Based on a great concept written by fairytaleliving over on Tumblr. I was so inspired I had to write it. Sunny, the new student, is their concept, I just took it and ran with it.

Notes:

For @fairytaleliving

Inspired by "au where yuu gets a freshman" by fairytaleliving.

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This was one of the first pieces I’d written in a really long time. It actually revitalized my passion for writing! This is just to explain that this is one of my older pieces, so the writing might be a little different than my usual stuff. I recently re-vamped it and am starting to add more chapters. It’ll come out a lot slower than my other stuff, because I wanna base it off of the series, and I’m an English player. As of posting this, the series has only released up to Book 4.

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Warnings: Spoilers for Twisted Wonderland series Tags: Reader-Insert, Ungendered MC, OC Characters, Overblot, Twisted Wonderland, Ramshackle

Chapter 1 of ?: Rough First Day

"Hey, ___, You've been disappearing after classes lately. What's been up with that?" Ace asks as you and Grim come to sit down with your food at the table.

"___'s been working hard on our dorm!" Grim pipes up excitedly. This piques the interest of the lunch table.

"Working on your dorm? What does that mean?" Cater asks, curious.

"Oh yeah, I've got a system worked out with Crowley. I took over the expense reports and expenses for the Ramshackle dorms, he gives me a stipend every month to do so, and any money I can save from the month's budget will become mine. It also means I can save money for larger projects that I can't do myself, which would be a headache and a half for Crowley to oversee, which means the dorm property gets faster upgrades, so, it's a win all around."

Deuce's eyes sparkle at the idea. "So wait, you've been working on the property yourself?? How?"

"Oh, I used to do woodworking back in my own world. Re-upholstering isn't actually all that hard to learn, it's just the working with wood part that's a fancier problem. Even then, I'm pretty well trained in it."

"Can we come and see? That sounds really cool."

"Sure, but I warn you; The front yard's a bit of a warzone. I've started a personal fight with the chairs and couches of the dorm. They need some TLC. I'm gonna have to figure out a way to handle the waste from the projects, but that's a small price to pay to be able to have some pocket change in the near future." Nearby, a certain fiscal Hyena's ears perk up.

"How much is the budget anywho?" Trey asks, curious himself. The school has always typically managed these types of matters, so this is new information to him.

"Oh man, it's like 5000 Thaumarks. It's an insane budget. I figured the school was used to paying cost AND labor, but I didn't realize labor was such a high markup around here. Makes me wonder if they actually know how things cost when you take the time to take care of it yourself."

"Oh wow. How much are you saving on the budget?"

"Well, Instead of blowing the whole month's budget on replacing only a fraction of the chairs in the dorm, I've spent about... $500 Thaumarks on getting myself some necessary tools, and $500 more Thaumarks on tangible supplies for refurbishing the existing furniture. I estimate on that, I can get about half the chairs done on that alone, and the only stuff I'll really need to replenish is the wood and fabric for the next round of furniture. So, I'm using about 1/5th, maybe 1/4th of a month's budget to achieve what would have taken multiple month's budgets to achieve. I'm saving up the rest for the floors, which severely need to be replaced. It's gonna be a tall order, and I've still gotta shop around to see how much it'll take to replace the wooden floors we've already got."

Trey looks earnestly surprised. You're taking on quite a lot of responsibility for this project, but you've never looked more in your element than this moment. Everyone at the table is a little in awe of how readily you've taken to the management of the dorm's expenses. Nearby, a certain Hyena can't stop listening in on your conversation. At his table, Leona raises an eyebrow, glancing to him.

"Yo, Ruggie. I still need that drink."

"Gimme a sec, I've just tuned into a very interesting station." Leona looks around. Interesting? Well, he doesn't often butt his head into other folks' business, so he can't seem to make out what's so interesting that his drink has to wait. He watches the flicker of Ruggie's ears as he listens in on your conversation, and uses that to pinpoint that he's listening in on your conversation specifically.

"Oh wow! So you're gonna be making bank pretty soon, eh?" Ace grins widely.

"Tuna! We'll be able to buy tuna!" Grim dances in his spot at the table. You laugh, gently petting his head, lightly scritching behind his ears.

"It'll take a bit of time, but I estimate I'll be in the green sometime around... 5 months from now? After that point, it'll mostly be small-fry projects that the monthly budget will be more than enough to cover, and the bulk of the budget will just be saved up on the side for if there's an emergency. Like if a certain small monster chooses to set something ablaze. And if I spend a chunk of the budget on nicer tools, I can get even more done on the property. The externals are last, though the walkway's gonna need some serious repairs or replacement before then. I estimate I'll have to do some stonework if I really wanna make the property shine." You scratch your chin thinking on that last part. "If that ends up being the case, then I'll probably see some bigger expenditures after the bulk of the dorm is in good shape, just because landscaping isn't really one of my strongsuits either."

"Wow, where did you learn how to do all of this?"

"Eh, it's just stuff I picked up in my old world. My dad was a carpenter, so woodworkin' was easy to learn. The rest I learned to make money here and there. People would pay through the nose for the pretty kinds of things. Luxury has a cost, and I could be it's source."

Deuce grins excitedly. You've got a goal in mind and you won't settle for anything less than achieving it. It's admirable. "I'm excited to come take a look at it. Maybe today after our classes?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." The conversation shifts to talking more about school projects, and Ruggie tunes out. Leona sighs, having already laid his head on the table to nap. Ruggie stands up, grinning to himself with his newfound little nugget of info. It's never a bad thing to know who has skills, and who has money coming in on the horizon. He pockets this information and goes to grab Leona his drink.

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"Oh wow!" Cater's eyes widen as he sees the before and after of the furniture. "This is amazing! This would be so perfect to capture for magicam. People love DIY nowadays! May I?"

You laugh. "Sure. Thank you for the compliment."

"No but seriously, this chair looks like brand new." Ace looks it up and down. "And it looked like THIS before??" He points to the one next to it. It's a dingy old piece. The cloth has been worn through, sun-bleached, and the wood has lost its luster.

"Yeah. You just yoink out the seat, re-upholster it, and then tend to the wood frame of the chair. The chair legs have been the biggest hurdle, since some of them have gotten broken. Some of the chairs have a weave in the back that's also taken a rough beating, so I have to manually re-weave the strips of wood or re-make a chair leg from scratch, which is where most of the time on this project gets eaten up. But after that, I just sand down the old stain, re-stain the whole piece and let it sit in the sun while I'm working, and take turns wiping and reapplying until I get the desired color. Let it sit for a day, and then I can go over it with a lacquer to keep it scratch-safe. Then I just plug the cushion back in, and BAM- Good as new." You're proud of your work. It's hard not to gush about everything you've been doing.

The guys don't mind though. They're earnestly infatuated with your work. "It's like the work of a master craftsman." Trey comments, touching the finished product. "Well, you have my respect. This is amazing work you're doing."

You smile warmly, grinning sheepishly as you lightly scratch the back of your head. "Ahh, you're very kind. I appreciate it."

"No seriously, this is top-tier. I couldn't do this even in my dreams." Ace grins, moving to sit in the completed chair. "It's even comfy to sit in!"

"Y'know, we've been looking to get some personalized chairs for the Heartslabyul dorm.." Trey grins.

You laugh and shake your head. "Maybe we can figure out an order once my dorm's in good shape. Who knows how long I'll be here."

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It's been a few months since you started working on the dorm house. Most of the furniture has been repaired in all the main rooms, and you've even been able to start repairing and refurbishing the bedrooms. Even if you don't live in them, it'd be weird to leave them in the sorry state they were in before.

Tonight is the first New Student ceremony since you got here. It's hard to think it's been a year. A lot has happened in that time, even amidst your dorm repairs. You were told by Crowley that as a Dorm Prefect, you'll need to attend the ceremony, even if it's only for ceremony's sake. He even sent you some robes for the occasion. You feel strange in the robes, considering that you weren't really keen on the pomp and circumstance of it all. What if they had another 'fluke' like you? Someone ripped from their world with nowhere to go? You've never believed in flukes. If anything, you almost expect it. Something's up with that mirror. You couldn't have been the only one. Still, arriving in the Hall of Mirrors, you find yourself a little shy.

There's a spot for all of the prefects to sit in, and everyone's already seated. Well, everyone except Leona.

As you move to your seat, you hear Riddle murmur to you "Prefects should always be 15 minutes early to the start of any occasion."

You glance to the empty seat next to yours with five minutes left to the time when students are meant to be piling in.

You raise an eyebrow and Riddle sighs, his eyebrow twitching. "Leona isn't someone to model yourself after."

You laugh quietly, sitting down.

The event seemed pretty normal. Everyone was getting sorted into their dorms, it seemed pretty evenly split amongst them. No new students for your dorm, which was expected, you suppose. It's not like your dorm was a real one anyway. You didn't have one of the great seven associated with your dorm, your halls were filled with ghosts, and the only active students who lived there were a monster and a magic-less human.

That is... Until the mirror calls out the unexpected, causing the entire room to quiet down. "Ah yes... You have the spirit of Ramshackle inside of you." Everyone in the room is quiet. So quiet, your new student turns around cautiously. No one else had been added to Ramshackle. Was.. Was it dangerous? Scary? Bad? Even Crowley is surprised. It even takes the headmage a moment to compose himself.

Your new student finds himself intimidated by this.

"Please continue to your seat, so others may be sorted." Ever the face of the school, Crowley doesn't want to let the student body realize he's just been shaken. No one's been sorted into Ramshackle in about ninety years. He knows this has to be because of the work you've been doing, but you have no magic. What have you been doing?

The other prefects are looking at you, but as Crowley tries to gloss over this strange occurrence, they begin to compose themselves as well, looking back to the mirror. The bewildered look on your face was already soaked in by all of the other dorm leaders though.

A student? Are you a real prefect now?

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As the other students pile away after their dorm leaders, people keep giving you looks. You haven't moved from your spot. You're waiting until everyone's gone. Your lone student sits in their chair, looking around at all of the other students as they pass. Once the room is cleared out, you stand up and walk over. Crowley accompanies you.

"Ah.. hello. You're the Ramshackle student, right?" You ask, looking to him. He seems almost relieved that someone actually came to retrieve him. Though, looking you over, you seem so... Ordinary. One of the other prefects had horns. He was so sure that a dorm as exclusive as this one would be something wild and scary, but you seem so... normal.

"Yes. Are you my dorm prefect...?" He looks between you and Crowley.

You look to Crowley. "Am I?"

He muses, scratching his chin lightly. "Hmm.. I suppose you are."

You look back to your new student. "I suppose I am."

"Why.. why is it only me?" He asks, looking between you two. Isn't that the headmage? What's he doing weighing in on this matter?

"Honestly? We didn't expect my dorm to get any new students." You say, scratching the side of your head.

"Huh? Why's that?"

"See, we're not really a dorm. I mean, I suppose we are on paper.. But.. ahh.. Hmm."

Crowley sets a hand on your shoulder, pausing your explanation. "Ramshackle is a unique dorm. You're the first student who has been sorted into it for about ninety years." The student's eyes widen in surprise.

He points to you. "Then.. How does it have a Prefect..?"

"Well, your amazing prefect ___ has taken up residence in the Ramshackle dorms due to reasons that the universe has yet to enlighten us on. Even the mirror didn't know where to sort them."

You grin sheepishly. "I.. ah.. I'm not a typical student. I have no magic, and I didn't really come here of my own volition. I was scooped up from my world and taken here. I've been trying to get back ever since. That's why it's a surprise to have you, a student, now living in my dorm."

No magic? The student before you's eyes widen with more than just surprise now. "Wait, you don't have magic? And you're from another world? You can't even go back..?"

Crowley weighs in. "No, the world that ___ came from appears to be missing from even the mirror's eyes, which does beg the question of how it was able to collect them in the first place... But I assure you, ___ is more than capable to handle everything this school has to throw at you. You're quite lucky to be in their hands."

The compliments surprise you, though, it's probably just fluff to make the new kid feel more comfortable. You decide to speak your mind.

"Look, I know it's.. Not the most desirable arrangement. The other dorms probably still have room if you wanted to transfer. That mirror is all kinds of wonky as far as I'm concerned. You don't have to be trapped in this if you'd like to change dorms."

Your student furrows their brow. Everything they'd known about the mirror and this school tells them that if they were sent to your dorm, then that's where they're supposed to be. Just because it's strange doesn't mean it's wrong.. "Well, the mirror chooses the dorm that would best benefit our journey in learning, yeah?"

Crowley nods. "Yes, it listens to the heart of your magic and what dorm would best be tuned to helping you to succeed."

"Then, I guess I belong to Ramshackle. I'd like to at least give it a chance before I go throwing myself into something else."

Crowley grins. "Wonderful! Yes! Ramshackle has officially flourished under your tutilage, ___. Breathe in the rewards of your labor!"

You laugh quietly, shaking your head. Yeah, okay. "Alright then, come on. Let's head on over to our dorm. I'll show you the way." Your student looks around at all of the mirrors around. Which one could be yours? You motion for him to follow you out the door of the building. "C'mon. We don't have a mirror yet."

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"When we get there, you're gonna meet everyone else who lives there."

"I thought it was just the two of us though."

You sigh with a chuckle, shaking your head. "Far from it. Grim is a monster that is a fellow student." A monster? Wait. As a student?? "Also, there's a few ghosts that live on the premises." Ghosts?? "Don't worry about them though. Everyone's pretty chill. Grim's a handful, but he's pretty relaxed if you get him some tuna or pet his belly. The ghosts just like to play tricks, but if it ever bothers you, lemme know." Just what exactly did he just get himself into, accepting this dorm as his own..?

As you reach the gate at the foot of the hill leading up to your dorm, he peers up at the abandoned looking building. "Oh god, please tell me you're hazing me."

"I promise, it looks a lot nicer on the inside." You laugh, opening the gate leading up. He follows after you, looking around. Cobwebs, dead plants, overgrown foliage as far as the eye can see. There appears to be a.. workshop..? Set up outside?

"What's that area right there?"

"Well, when I got here, it was a decrepit old shack of a building. I've been breathing life into it by using the dorm's upkeep budget to fix it up. Made a little arrangement with Crowley to be able to control the upkeep budget. I finally got to replacing the floors this last month, so things are lookin' real nice if I do say so myself."

When you go to open the door, your student is shocked to see how beautiful the interior is compared to the outside. "Wait... You did this? All of this? All on your own?? With no magic??" He stares at you, then back to the floors. To the furniture. If the nearby wall didn't have visible tears in the wallpaper, he'd almost not believe it. The majority of the room looks pretty brand new. The floors even sparkle from fresh oiling.

"Yeah. I mean, Grim helped a little here and there, and so did the ghosts, but they can only do so much. Their help was mostly just grabbing me tools and stuff from inside the house while I was outside because I couldn't be assed to clamber all the way inside to grab a screwdriver. I'm the one with woodworking training and the knowhow of shopping for contractors."

Your student is immediately enthralled by your handiwork, admiring the furniture. "You didn't buy this?"

"Nah. Just cleaned up and refurbished the furniture that existed here beforehand. Wanna see what they looked like before I got my hands on 'em?" You grin.

"Yeah!"

You tug out your phone, pulling up a picture of the couch that sits in the main hall. "Check it. That used to be this." Your student looks bewilderedly between your phone and the couch.

There's no way you did that.

"You're like an artificer!!"

"Hmn?"

"A craftsman of magic artifacts!"

"Oh yeah, I've heard of those. I've been looking into that kinda stuff recently, actually. Turns out, you can perform a lot of magic through crafting objects. Magestones are the magic-less person's magic craft. You just gotta charge the stones correctly and know how to build something out to allow it to best use the magestone's magic. It's a lot easier to research crafting magical objects, and I've been wondering if the path home is through crafting my own mirror to go home. I do have objects from my home that could act as a catalyst.." You get lost in your own thoughts, which your student can't really follow. But he can't argue with the results. Your work is amazing.

He's beginning to get the idea of why he was put into your dorm.

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"This room here is mine and Grim's. All the other rooms on this floor have been cleaned out. The floors on this floor haven't been replaced yet, but we're working up to it. The ones downstairs have been replaced, but they're also pretty barren since I had to move all the furniture out. At some point this month, we'll probably have to move downstairs for a week while some guys come in and replace this floor's floors. So don't get too attached to how things are right now. Lots of changing in the works."

"Why do the floors have to be replaced?" He asks, looking around. Sure, the floors aren't new and pretty like the ones downstairs, but some TLC would probably do them some good. You kick the long hallway carpet aside to show him a massive hole in the floor where a chandlier was dropped by the ghosts when you first got here.

"We uh, don't go past this point in the hallway all that often. I'd like for new students to be able to walk anywhere in the building without worrying about their safety. The floors are pretty old anyway. I'm pretty sure they were old a few centuries ago. They're pretty overdo for replacement."

Sunny blinks. It looks like an impact. Did something happen here? Actually, now that he thinks about it, why is this dorm practically abandoned and filled with ghosts? Is there a story here they haven't told him yet..?

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"Sunny, huh? My name's ___. It's good to have you around." You had to fill Sunny in on so much when he got here, that you've only JUST gotten to a formal introduction. He doesn't mind the informality though. You've definitely got a lot on your plate already with the renovations of the dorm. Though, it surprises him when you get up early enough to make him some breakfast the next morning. He shyly sits at the breakfast table, not really sure what to do. You give him a glance over as you start putting some food on his plate.

Setting the pan aside on a potholder, you reach over and fix up his tie. "We've only got three students who go on campus, so we've gotta try to be presentable. Let me know if you've got any problems adjusting. I know it can be pretty hard." Pretty hard is an understatement. You've probably gone through hell as a non-magical student. Sunny has been in awe of you since he saw the foyer. "Wash your dishes by hand and leave them to dry on the rack. We don't have a working dishwasher." You motion to a rack on the counter by the sink with a towel underneath it. You don't even bother to sit down, you scarf down your food while standing by the stove. Grim happily munches away at his tuna in a seat nearby Sunny as he looks around, beginning to eat his own food. It's all still pretty new to him, so you're not surprised he's taking a minute to adjust.

Still, you can't slow down much to help him. "I'm going to be solving a problem at the library today, so if you need me, I'll be there."

"Wait, what kind of problem?"

"Ahh, I think they have an infestation in one of the back rooms. Whatever the cause, Crowley was insistent that it was 'too much for him to handle' so he dropped it on my plate."

"You address the headmage so informally..?"

You laugh for a second, pausing for the first time since you got up. "Oh, yeah, dude, our dorm's unofficial name is 'Crowley's Bitches'. Every time he has a problem, he'll show up at our door and tell us to solve it. Grim, we've gotta go soon if we wanna get there in time to get to our classes afterwards."

"Our dorm acts as the Headmage's personal assistant??" Sunny's eyes widen again. That's a lot of responsibility.

"Yeah. Though, that's more of a me problem. It's because I'm staying here on his dime while I'm trapped in this world. You don't get things for free here, so, while my life incurs expenses, I pay them off by doing odd jobs. You don't have to worry about that. I mean, unless you'd like to help. I'll never say no to help."

Sunny wonders on that. With how much praise the headmage gave you upon his arrival here, being in his good graces would definitely be a positive. And, if you've got your thumb on all kinds of things in this school, he could push himself ahead by involving himself too. And no greater way to do it than to learn under someone so experienced. "Yeah, actually, I think I'd like to help out. Just consider me part of the team." He grins, flexing one arm and grabbing it with his other hand.

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Upon arriving at the library, the librarian knows you and opens the doors, locking them shortly after you and your entourage come in. Sunny looks over the vast library in awe. It's his first time seeing it.

"Alright, so where's this.. infestation? That Crowley mentioned?" You ask, looking to the librarian getting straight to business.

"Follow me." He sighs, motioning for you three to follow him into the back. Grim glances around as you're led behind the desk. You keep your eye on him, but now you've got another person to watch. You don't know how Sunny will handle the pressure of these odd jobs, but it's nice to have someone willing to try. Did the mirror fuck up again? Or is he planning something? You catch yourself wondering on Sunny's motives, and you quietly laugh to yourself. It's funny. With how long you've lived here, you really have become accustomed to the way this world operates. Whatever the case, you're in charge, so you're sure you'll figure it out if something goes awry.

The librarian opens one of the doors in the back and you're greeted by a prompt book being jettisoned from it. You quickly dodge the projectile, seeing the dent it leaves on the wall behind you. Everyone looks to the Librarian, who stands off to the side of the room, avoiding looking in. Glancing inside, you see the disfigured face of.. A ghost. Suddenly, the headmage's request for you to get involved makes a lot more sense. The ghost screams and dives into the storage stacks of the room. You look over to Sunny to see he's frozen. Yeah, that tracks. Stepping forward, you start to walk into the room and Sunny grabs you by your sleeve. "Wait- You've got no magic-"

"Magic can only do so much anywho. C'mon. Unless... you're scared?" You give him a small, challenging grin. He's shocked. You're so relaxed. Whatever's in there is aggressive and doesn't want to be bothered, and will likely lash out at anyone that tries to get it to leave. Ghosts are one thing, but angry ghosts are another thing entirely. He's studied on them before, fascinated by the ghosts of the school. This is a bit more... exciting than he anticipated though.

You see the look in his eyes and you sigh, gently patting his shoulder. "Hey, just stay here, alright? No hard feelings if you can't go in there. Just watch." You look to Grim and he grins to you, putting on a fierce expression as you two step into the room. "Remember, no fire Grim."

"I know!!"

"I really mean it. These books are priceless."

"I'm not gonna burn anything!" The librarian watches from the doorway next to Sunny, and Sunny finds himself.. fascinated by the expression on the librarian's face. He almost looks... guilty. Books fly at you as you step into the room. Trinkets you can only presume are valuable for studying are tossed against the walls and shattered. The floor itself begins to move as the wallpaper of the room begins to tear. The ghost splatters ink against the wall that screams the word "LEAVE" in the dripping stain.

You prepare yourself for the violence, batting away books with the bat you brought as you call out to the ghost; "Look!! You're a person! So let's talk person to person, eh!?" The ghost screams audibly as it flitters through the bookshelves. One of them begins to tumble towards you off of the wall and you scoop up Grim, jumping back. "You weren't always like this, right?!" You shout amidst the chaos. "Something happened, so talk to me!"

As you speak, the librarian seems to be fiddling with something in his pocket, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him. Sunny, however, can't seem to take his eyes off of the librarian. Sunny knows when someone's hiding something, and this guy's definitely holding back some vital information. It's when the ghost begins to scream again that it clicks to Sunny's mind. Every scream is accompanied by movement in the librarian's pocket. Almost as though he's got his hand on something that's causing the ghost to lash out. Without even thinking about it, Sunny snatches at the librarian's pocket, causing the librarian to jump back.

"What do you think you're doi-" The librarian snaps, interrupted by Sunny.

"What're you doing that's pissing off the ghost?" He calls out, garnering your attention. You glance over to see the librarian yank his hand away, the glint of something shiny in his hand unmistakable.

You call out to Sunny; "Grab the artifact in his hand!" And he jumps into action without even thinking about it. "Grim, help him." Grim, glad to escape the wrath of the pissed off ghost, rushes to Sunny's side to help him. After a tussle with the librarian that takes them out of your line of sight, Sunny and Grim manage to get an artifact out of his hands, and the ghost begins to calm down. The room falls silent, telling you that Sunny's hunch was right on the nose. The question is, though.. Why? After talking it out with the ghost, you learn that the ghost is one of the ones that helps in the library sometimes, but 'help' is the key word there. He wanted to leave, and the librarian tried to tether him to the library as a permanent captive.

Out in the main area of the library, the librarian begins lashing out at Sunny and Grim. His body begins changing in a familiar way, and Sunny can't believe his eyes. You can already tell from the ghost's story where this is going.

"Holdup, I'll be right back. Please, don't cause anymore damage while I'm gone."

"I just want to go home..."

"I'll need your testimony for the headmage so that the librarian is brought to justice." The ghost is sad, but resigns to it. Maybe after this, he can finally go home. You run out to the main area of the library, where Sunny and Grim went with the librarian, and you see the librarian finish his transformation. Overblot. That certainly seems to be a reoccurring problem in this school.

You immediately begin to bark orders. "Sunny, go get help. Grim and I will keep the librarian busy. This is WAY over your head." He can't help but be amazed by how quickly you step up to the plate, unfazed by things that he was sure would haunt him in his nightmares.

The librarian begins to scream about how he has too much work on his shoulders. How it all falls to him. How he can't handle it anymore. He lashes out, sending a blast of cutting air in your direction.

Grim is about to burst into action when you grab him and hoist Sunny out of the way of the blast. "GRIM. NO FIRE."

"HE'S GONNA KILL US, ___!"

"THE BOOKS STILL MATTER, AND I'M NOT INCURRING DEBT TO THIS SCHOOL BECAUSE YOU BURNED THEM ALL." Even in the midst of this chaos, you're aware enough of your surroundings to see your effect on the world around you.

Sunny stands slowly, stepping between you and the librarian's overblotted form. "Maybe my magic is better suited for this." He says, hovering his hands outward, pen in hand. You don't even take the time to ask if that's true or not, you just switch tracks. If the kid is willing to fight, and he's not about to set the library on fire, you say let him fight.

"Change of plans then. Grim! Get help! We'll handle this as best as we can!"

"No need to tell me twice!" Grim rushes for the door. The librarian lashes out at you three with another blast of air, to which you kick over a heavy table as a barricade to give Grim a cover to escape from.

Behind your makeshift barricade, you look to Sunny. "Okay. What type of magic can you perform?" You ask, glancing over the edge of the tipped table to keep an eye on the librarian between blasts of cutting air.

"Uh.. Mm.." He raises his pen, "You're alone, and you are scared, but the banquet's all prepared- Be Our Guest!" Books and debris around you begin to dance, moving around. The table itself begins to move, surprising you. You reflexively bark orders to the table to hold its place, and it.. Salutes.. you..? But it stands firm in its position, even moving its own legs to better leverage against the blasts.

You look to Sunny in earnest surprise. This is a powerful spell.

You can't help but let a large grin spread across your lips as an "Oh hell yeah" escapes your lips. "I can work with this."

Using guerrilla tactics and dancing book ends and library ladders, you two are able to lure the overblotted librarian deeper into the stacks, catching him offgaurd from multiple angles as you take control of the field. Finally, he gets so fed up that he just begins using his personal magic to try to hurt everything that comes near him. You couldn't catch the spell, but it looked like sand is engulfing everything. Where did the sand even come from..? Is this what higher level magic looks like..?

It isn't until Grim returns with Ace, Deuce and.. Rook? That the tide of the fight shifts.

Everyone working together, you're able to wear down the librarian enough that he's burnt out his emotions before his magic has been burnt out.

He passes out and you look around at the massive mess. Ace and Deuce are high-fiving and laughing as Rook is commenting on how dastardly the beast you just hunted was, and how beautiful and impeccable your teamwork was. Sunny is exhausted. He's spent more magic in just this morning than he has in most of the exercises he's ever had before this school.

You look to his pen and can see the cloudiness in it, and you rest a hand on his shoulder. "Stand down, Sunny. You did great. Relax and rest. I'll handle the rest." He watches you in awe as.. even though you've already spent so much energy running around in warfare amidst the bookshelves, you stand tall to thank the help that came along. Deuce and Ace both grin and demand you buy them lunch and you happily agree. Rook on the other hand is now more interested than ever in your prowess in the field, and keeps suggesting you'd make a great hunt. Sunny isn't sure what that means, but it doesn't seem to be a favor you're keen on giving him.

Grim cries out that he worked hard and deserves tuna, and you agree as you start moving tables back to where they belong. Sunny is exhausted, but he knows his spell would help a lot with the cleanup. Still.. he finds himself drifting off to sleep before he can swing his pen in any way to help.

---

Sunny eventually wakes up, this time in the infirmary. You're sitting next to him. Crowley is standing nearby as well. He can tell you both were talking about something before he stirred awake. Crowley cries out in joyous lament from the state of Sunny's awakening, saddened that such a student fell so exhausted and was put in such danger under his watch. You figure he's putting on a show to try to make Sunny feel responsible for getting involved in one of your little 'odd jobs'.

"How're you doing, Kid?" You ask him, nudging his shoulder.

Sunny tiredly looks to you, then to Crowley, rubbing his eye. "Nngh.. I'm beat.."

"It was really kind of you to help out with that odd job, but, the headmage here says it'd probably be best if you didn't help on those in the future." You grin sheepishly, but are startled as Sunny shoots up, gripping your forearm.

"But, I wanted to help!"

This surprises Crowley too. He figured you had pressured Sunny into it, but it seems he was a bit more boisterous than you BOTH expected. "I.. I liked being able to be useful. I learned a lot, and, and.." Sunny tries to explain himself and Crowley smiles. From your story, this kid is the primary reason that the school even still HAS a library. Maybe the mirror seems to know what it's doing afterall.

"Alright. Okay. I involved myself because I was worried that your first day was a little TOO rough, but it sounds like you're more tenacious than I expected. Your teachers have been made aware of the situation, so please, Sunny, take the rest of the day off." Crowley's less concerned about the backlash of the kid's parents, and more concerned about the darkness clouding his magestone. He doesn't really know how to hold himself back. He's a little too eager, and that concerns him. "Your magestone is quite clouded, so you need to rest more than anything."

You immediately step up to the plate, giving Crowley a silent confirmation that you'll help your student recover from this incident; "I'll go by all your classes to get the classwork for you, so, just consider today your day off. We'll start again tomorrow, fresh as a daisy." You grin, patting Sunny's shoulder. He tiredly nods, resting back in the bed. You get up. "If you feel ready, let the nurse know, and I'll come return to walk you back to the dorm. Alright?"

Today it was just exhaustion, but, you make a note in your mind that Sunny doesn't really know how to stop himself from pushing himself too hard. You'll have to keep an eye on that.

---

"What ever happened with the librarian?" It's been a few days, and the library's been inaccessible due to repairs. Sunny asks the question over breakfast.

"Ah.. yeah, Crowley was not psyched to find out what he'd been doing to the ghost that was helping in the stacks, but he also felt responsible for all of the problems that'd fallen on the librarian's shoulders. Still, given the level of damage he did, and the fact that he endangered multiple students, it's not likely we'll see that librarian again for a while, if ever. They're probably gonna get a new one, and give them more help than they did the last one. Can't have a teacher who overblots like that instead of communicating to the headmage about their struggles."

"You seemed.. so used to it. Like nothing about any of that surprised you. Is that.. Is it common for you to deal with that kind of stuff?" Sunny's voice is slow, almost not sure how to phrase the question.

You laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. A lot of people have overblotted at the school, and I keep landing in the center of those fights. It's never my fault, it just seems that a good chunk of the things Crowley doesn't have time for are things that need the most tending to."

Sunny blinks. "The more I learn about this headmage, the more I'm surprised he's allowed to run a school. He seems incredibly irresponsible."

"Hey now, Crowley bankrolls that breakfast you're eating, so you gotta play nice. But.. I getcha. It's exhausting. I figure he's doing the best he can, but it is awfully suspicious that he is always conveniently gone when overblotting starts happening. I've had my thoughts on the matter, but, eh, I've got enough to worry about. 'Sides, it's in the job description."

"Job description?"

You grin. "Y'know. Crowley's Bitches." Sunny laughs. He gets it now. ——– Chapter End. ——– You can read the rest of this series, and other works, here!:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37540159/chapters/93698119

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I FINISHED SEASON 2 OF WOLF359 AND I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS (or my reaction to Episodes 27-28 of Wolf359).

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I just looked at the episode titles for 27 and 28 and oh my gosh I am so excited in the sense that I love these titles, but I'm much less excited for our characters to be in mortal peril.

Episode 27: Knock, Knock

"Knock Knock" indeed.

Is it the Empty Man?

Now where did we leave off before the live show? OH RIGHT THE STAR TURNED BLUE AND BLASTED THEM! 🔷🌠

ARE THE ALIENS TRYING TO TALK TO THEM?

Uh. Lovelace. Why are you leaving when the star is blue? You can just wait for a bit.

...what happened? Eiffel what was the noise? It was faint, and it's not Lovelace this time.

"Explain in terms Eiffel could understand" I know that's an insult, but honestly scientific research gets spread to the public WAY better when put in "plain language". It's more understandable and accessible for people with learning and intellectual disabilities. Hilbert I hope you're taking notes on this. If you want a redemption arc, you're going to have to earn it.

I love it when Minkowski imitates Hilbert's accent.😂

"Minor deviations" Yeah, they bring that up a LOT. Every other episode: "nothing from the star, just a few minor deviations". I bet they thought I wouldn't notice, but I did. And lo and behold. It just goes to show you kids. Notice something mildly strange? It's 100% a conspiracy or scientific phenomena. Well, not really, I was wrong about the empty man, BUT if you take that approach to everything, one day you are gonna be very right about something. Eventually. And now here comes my sweet sweet payoff.

🎶 Twinkle Twinkle Scary Star, Please Hit Cutter with a Car. 🎶

(I don't know I did it for the rhyme)

What have you been hearing Hilbert? AVOID WINDOWS AND STARLIGHT? oh boy...

Star. What do you want?

DOUG! Don't yell at Hera when you could both die! She's your best friend.

Uh oh. Looks like communications aren't going well...

Why are Hilbert and Doug hearing things? Virus exposure?

And where is Blessie? He's needed starlight for a while. This is his moment.

The star is getting bigger?

"This is astrological phenomena not plot twist for bad science fiction series"

Nice fourth wall you got there. Would sure be a shame if somebody were to break it. ;)

"We don't have a lot of time" Y'all have two more seasons, and Doug, you're the main character. I think you should be fine. Well, not "fine" but around. Doing stuff.

"I'm not giving the devil a free pass" Now Doug, that's a bit harsh. Cutter is the devil. Hilbert is more the devil's bumbling assistant.

Come on Minkowski. Put it together. Doug and Hilbert are hearing things.

"Let's get rid of our weapons" is that wise? I hope so.

Yeah...that is a suspiciously good plan Doug. I love Minkowski 😂

"I'm gonna start thinking YOU'RE plotting something" it's the screwdriver all over again.

Hera is the only one holding the ship together. Probably helps that she is the ship.

"MY LIFE IS THE TRUMAN SHOW" Eiffel has snapped.

"You paranoia little man" "We all are!" ...um what's with the Whispering in the background? Guys. Guys. GUYS.

DO NOT DO WHAT CUTTER WANTS. DO NOT-

Thank you Hera. I hope she's immune to the effects of the star since she's an AI.

Well, it seems like the team's gotta work together to get out of this one.

Dr. Hui? Energy signals? Limbic system?

Now that is something I understand! The Limbic System effects emotions, but primarily aggression and fear.

...uh oh.

And yeah...Lovelace DOES seem strangely calm...

...FOR AN EVIL CLONE ROBOT. 👀

"I don't know. Maybe my body has a resistance." "Or maybe you're at max paranoia"

Something happened to you Lovelace. I want to believe it is something good. But I don't think it is. Hopefully it will still be useful now.

"The big bad wolf" - that's a great name for the star.

"There's no off switch I've checked" ...what does that mean.

I love Zach Valienti interrupting himself. He does a great job.

"Who doesn't know the comms aren't working?"

Probably command or the aliens.

But I hope it's Blessie 🥰

We're all here. So...how can...

THE EMPTY MAN IS HERE.

TRANSMISSION FROM THE STAR? WELL I WONDER WHAT MR. WOLF HAS TO SAY.

I hope he doesn't intend to huff and puff and blow the Hephaestus out of the sky.

"Is anyone there?"

"Does anyone copy?" DOUG EIFFEL. Wait, this is old audio I think. Didn't he say that before? This is a recording right?

Oh boy.

Episode 28: Who's There?

"That's not me" ... It might be a recording. The radio was from...I think they said the 20's. This is more recent.

I hope the aliens were able to translate his messages correctly. Because Doug uses a LOT of pop culture references, metaphors, exaggeration, and hyperbole. That don't translate well at all.

Mini rant incoming, but um...just to illustrate how bad this could get even from a few simple phrase. For example, the phrase "it's raining cats and dogs" in English or at least among some older people in America, means "it is raining very hard" or "it is raining a lot". Now if you speak, say a difference type of English, you might from context be able to infer what I'm talking about. Like if a British person says they pushed a trolley in the grocery store, I can infer they are talking about a shopping cart, not a street car they drove through a storefront like a maniac. However, someone who doesn't speak English and is not familiar with metaphor can't use context clues as easily and may conclude from my earlier phrase (best case scenario) that it is either literally raining cats and dogs, that I'm an insane person that believe that to be true, or (worse case scenario), if the word "raining" is also used in their language to mean "splattering" or "pouring" in regards to wounds, they might think I'm talking about torturing animals.

Again, showing the importance of the simple and plain language thing I suggested earlier. Not that I'm one to talk, as I, like Doug, greatly enjoy the use of hyperbole and exaggeration, which in this case, is very very bad. I can see why they gave him this character trait now.

Hopefully the aliens draw a good conclusion from it, and Doug hasn't inadvertently doomed the human race.

"We have no voice of our own, so we're borrowing yours. To communicate"

So the aliens mastered AI voice stealing. I suppose in their case it might be necessary. But why can they talk on their own? They seem to have a sense of hearing and can pick up sound waves, so wouldn't they have a way to utilize that for communication? Unless of course they're translating it into something they CAN perceive.

"We've received your long distance calls"

So...these are the listeners?

DOUG YOU TRANSMIT YOUR LOGS INTO DEEP SPACE.

"Would it have killed you to speak English like a normal person"

"It's a long story you wouldn't get it" WELL THEY ARE DYING SO YOU BETTER TRY TO EXPLAIN MR. WOLF.

To communicate...I think they think that means to fall or burn or die or something. Wait.

Doug. Please tell me you at no point said "this job is a death sentence", you know what, he says that every other episode. They're doomed.

"Dear Listeners"

I don't think they even know what that means! They don't seem to understand that dear is a term of affection or another word for "to", because they don't seem to be adopting either meaning and are just using it as a part of their name.

I hope there is a way to translate "We don't want harm, we just want to go home. We are a peaceful people, expect this one dude name Cutter. He's evil. You can have him. Thank you!"

LOVELACE? LOVELACE NO!

Why couldn't it have been Hilbert? 😢

We didn't even get a chance to find out why the star didn't effect her.

OH RIGHT THE BOMB I FORGOT ABOUT THE BOMB.

Please tell me its not a real bomb.

Oh no. Lovelace.

Hey Dear Listeners...maybe some help about now?

Or maybe Lovelace really is an evil clone robot, and she'll be okay?

Okay Hilbert. Good work on the redemption arc. Let's hope you keep it up.

Doug. You removed the door's sensor. Remember?

Outside the ship? Where the big scary star is? Eiffel.

I'm honestly surprised he hasn't stolen the jet pack earlier. That's a pretty big temptation.

Also I forgot to mention this during my first reaction, but I love that they named him "Eiffel". Like "Eiffel Tower", "Communication Tower", "Communications Officer". It's clever. I know I've talked a lot about Hera's name, but the others are great too.

The Dear Listeners better not respond by making the star even bigger. They better not.

...

Eiffel?

They're good? Hera can fly? But what about Eiffel? Oh. He's good, but isolated.

"Go us, not dying"

Yeah...right...what a calm way to end the season...that's what the show is known for sure.

So then. What's it gonna be? What's the next disaster?

"Not dying...yet"

Good point Hera, the time you have left in the episode doesn't look good.

At least Lovelace is stabilizing...oh no. Cutter or the aliens did something to her didn't they? Well, we already knew that, but whatever they did is about to take effect, isn't it?

Did Lovelace just die for a few minutes? WAIT NO THE BOMB!

Speeding towards deep space? HOW WOULD HE TURN AROUND HILBERT? DOUG!

NO! DOUG! DOUG!

GONE?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Just when they escape, just when they make it out okay!

Final Thoughts:

Actually, you know what, I'm not too concerned about Doug. He still didn't tell us about his family, which means he has to come back and share his secrets. I'm sure he'll be fine.

Although..."deep space"... that is where he was sending the messages...which is where the aliens live...and he's going faster and faster...oh dear...

I think things are about to get a whole lot worse for Doug before they get better. IF they get better.

Many questions about Lovelace. Also starting to wonder about Cutter. Wolf359 is one of the nearest stars to the sun, so on one hand, it makes sense to send a space mission there. On the other hand? How did Cutter know to send a mission there specifically? That's very precise. And for a man who loves space so much, he seems to have a lot of suspicious side projects that have nothing to do with space and doesn't seem inclined to see the stars himself.

Then we have the self-appointed "Dear Listeners" aka "Mr. Wolf" himself, (if there's another name, please let me know). Would bringing them into the star actually save them? Did the boxes that feel into the star actually get to them? Were the boxes designed to teach the aliens about human culture? If so, that seems like an odd and strange way to do it. Do the aliens hate humans, love them, want to experiment on them, it's unclear. Were they influencing human brain waves on purpose? Testing biological warfare? Or was that an unintended consequence? Are they aware that their actions were endangering the humans, or is this nothing for them?

Of course, I also need to know about Blessie. How has he been holding up through all this?

Well, I guess I'll find out. Stay tune dear readers.

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