#(I'm so sorry this took so long)

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Devil in Disguise

[A/N: Let's just pretend this isn't like two weeks overdue, mmkay?]

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Request: Jethro Gibbs x female reader (possession, brat/brat tamer dynamic)

“Tell me you’re not wearing that right now.”

Pressing your phone closer to one ear and your finger into the other, you say, “What? It’s so loud hear, Jay, I can’t hear you.”

“I said-”

“Hang on.” Snagging a fresh beer from the cooler, you pass your favorite colleague on your way to the balcony and mouth, It’s Jethro, by way of an explanation for your absence for the next few minutes. She nods in understanding before throwing you an exaggerated wink, and you indulge in a smile back. “Okay,” you breathe once out in the fresh air. Music is still pumping from inside the building, but it’s at a much more reasonable level with the door closed behind you. “What’s up, baby?”

“What’s up? What’s up?”

“Mhm,” you respond easily, masking your delighted giggle with a pull from your beer.

“I found your little… gift,” he grumbles. “That’s what’s up.”

“You like it?”

He peruses the Polaroids spread out across the coffee table featuring you in a “Halloween costume” -that, to him, looks better suited for roleplay in the bedroom- in various suggestive positions. You had been kind enough to sneak the stack into Jethro’s current nightly read so that the photos would fall out as he settled into the couch to pass the time before you returned home.

“What do you think, brat?” he growls lightly, pulling one photo of you kneeling before the mirror in your bedroom closer to admire the way your lacy red lingerie peeks out from beneath your white skirt.

You hum in mock contemplation on the other end of the line before settling on, “Sounds like you like ‘em a lot.”

“I want to take you over my lap for wearing it out of the house without me there to ward off any straying eyes. And then I want to rip it off with my teeth.”

You inhale a sharp breath, then produce a dumbfounded albeit excited, “Oh.” 

“Yeah. Oh. When are you coming home?”

“A few hours?” you guess. “I didn’t expect your case to wrap up tonight.”

He grunts by way of a response, ever the poet. Then, “Are you having fun at least?”

An idea pops into your head, and you grin to yourself. “Not as much fun as I could be having, but yes. I’ll see you at home, okay? Love you, handsome.”

“Call me when you’re ready for me to come get you,” he says, one of his many versions of I love you. “See you later, honey.”

After catching up with your coworkers and downing some more liquid courage, you sneak off to the nearest bathroom, securely closing and locking the door behind you. You hike your leg up on the counter to show off your lacy underwear and tug your top down enough to free your tits from the confines of your push-up bra before snapping a picture with an angelic smile to complement your all-white outfit and wings. 

You type out, If only I had a strong, sturdy gunnery sergeant to teach me a lesson about respecting my elders… and send your text off with a sly grin before righting yourself and returning to the party.

You can’t help checking your phone and watching the minutes tick by without a response, wondering if your old man is upset with your bratty teasing- or if he even managed to open the attachment on his ancient device.

When you look up from checking your phone for the twelfth time in as many minutes, you find your friend’s eyes widening comically as she quietly announces, “Boyfriend at six o’clock and he does not look happy.”

Before you can even process her words, you find yourself hoisted into the air, your angel wings flapping in protest as you settle over Jethro’s solid shoulder. “Took you long enough,” you huff with faux indignance. Even without looking, he knows your lips are turned downward in a pout and your arms are crossed.

“Yeah?” he rumbles out, waiting until you’ve exited the building and are away from prying eyes to land a firm smack to your ass. You let out a yelp and he asks, “This what you wanted?”

“Pretty much,” you admit, shooting him a cheeky grin when he lays you down across the backseat of his truck before climbing in between your spread legs.

Jethro shakes his head with a laugh, plucking a stray feather from your fake wings off his shoulder. Then he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, and you can’t help but moan and buck up against him in response. “Need you,” you whine, using the collar of his polo shirt as leverage to pull him closer.

“I know,” he soothes quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth while his fingers hook into your panties to tug them down your legs. His eyes grow a shade darker when you squirm beneath him with a whimper, the dim overhead car light reflecting in the wetness coating your upper thighs. “But first I need to teach my little angel a lesson about respecting her elders.”

#kinktober #sf2 takes on kinktober #kinktober 2023 #i'm so sorry this took so long #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs smut #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs smut #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x female reader #leroy jethro gibbs x you #leroy jethro gibbs x y/n #jethro gibbs x female reader #jethro gibbs x you #jethro gibbs x y/n #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs imagine

[svnflower-writes]

i could never give you peace

description: James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

or

in which James comforts Regulus after a particularly bad fight with his parents.

relationship: bodyguard!james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentions of child abuse, secret/forbidden relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, james may be slightly out of character but idk maybe he's just sad 😭

requested: yes!! @allyeardepression requested this about 4 months ago and i am SO sorry for taking so long writer's block has been kicking my ass omg i started writing as soon as you requested it but it sat there unfinished for far too long. anyway i hope you like it!!!

note: uh ok hi. this is the first thing i've posted in MONTHS and i wrote most of it in class so it's not great but fuck it i had to post something. also... sorry. the first thing i write in five months and it's heartwrenching angst, which is very typical of me. also based off a taylor swift song which is also very typical of me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453148

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

James had to pretend that it didn’t affect him, seeing Orion and Walburga treat their children like they did. After all, he was there to work for all of them. But Merlin, he felt bad. The looks that flashed across the younger brother’s face were subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but James didn’t miss any small details—especially when they were to do with the little star.

This was one of these moments, James was positioned outside the closed door as he heard the screaming match going on directly behind him. He heard snippets of conversation, words such as ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ making their way to his ears and crushing a little bit of his heart. He supposed he was lucky not to be in the room while it was happening, but all he wanted was to rush in and protect Regulus from the harsh words and actions of his parents.

James allowed his head to rest against the wall, exhaling slowly as his eyes trailed over the dark tiles on the ceilings. The decor on the house was not to James’ personal taste, a combination of dark brown, green, cream, and black. He glanced down to the floor, the extravagant geometric tiles making him feel claustrophobic and sick to the stomach. Harsh black wallpaper covered the wall, the dull gold picture frames making a pathetic attempt to soften the unharmonious glare. The paintings in the frames were judging him, the upturned noses and narrowed eyes made that obvious enough.

James and Regulus had been quick to subtly remove the paintings in the hallway outside Reg’s room—Orion and Walburga didn’t tend to go up there, so no one noticed. Sirius had given them a knowing smirk when he’d caught them sneaking down a hall with a covered portrait of one of Regulus’ great aunts, but he had said nothing. Sirius held an undeniable feeling of respect for James, he could see how much he cared for his little brother, and for that he was eternally grateful.

A sharp, high pitched shout broke James out of his trance, and he glanced at the door with a grimace.

Walburga Black was his least favourite person in the whole world. He couldn’t clearly hear what followed the shout, but he had a few ideas of what it could be. He had been in the room when this had happened a few times before, and Sirius had always seemed indifferent to his parents actions—James knew he wasn’t, of course.

It was all just an act in the Black family, everyone simply pretending to be okay and pushing their feelings to the back of their minds. Regulus was less numb to the pain, and while Sirius just sat there sprawled out on the couch, ignoring his parents, Regulus always looked unnaturally stiff. He was trying to copy Sirius, that much was obvious. But it was clear that the words got to Regulus, the way his brows furrowed and he blinked quickly or looked away with fiddling hands.

Then again, maybe there was a reason that James noticed these things—not that he could take much notice of whatever underlying feelings there were anyway, since Regulus might as well be his employer. He knew Regulus felt the same, of course. There were signs, there had been since a mere two months after James started the job. Fleeting glances, brief touching of fingers as James passed him something to eat, waiting for him in the halls— the list could go on and on.

Regulus knew that James liked him too, as James wasn’t exactly subtle. He tended to forget himself when they were around others, such as Sirius or Pandora—which made for a lot of teasing from the two. Barty and Evan couldn’t say much, as they were in much the same situation.

So the two had kept up the secret whispers and hidden gazes, neither boy making any more to further the relationship, even behind closed doors. There was only so much they could get away with, and they were not embarrassed to admit that they were terrified. They were terrified of the nature of their world, the judgements and the prejudice that came with merely trying to exist. They would prefer to be open with each other about their relationship, but they would take whatever they could get at this point.

The door next to him flew open and Walburga stormed out, not even sparing James the slightest glance as she walked past him. Orion followed close behind, the harsh glare painting his face giving James an idea of the severity of the fight. After the brother’s exchanged short hushed whispers, Sirius walked through the door, offering James a small, polite smile. He walked past and James stopped him quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is there anything I can do?” At James’ words, Sirius’ expression softened.

“Talk to him. I’ve done as much as I can, but I think we both know that you’re better at this stuff.” Sirius pulled James into a quick hug, “and thank you. It means a lot that you try, seriously. It’s not exactly part of your job description.” Sirius being Sirius, he laughed, but it was obvious that he wasn’t actually amused. James had known Sirius for three years, and if there was one thing he had learnt about him, it was his use of humour as a coping mechanism.

“You go sneak out to Remus, I’ll take care of him.”

Sirius grinned slightly, reaching out to ruffle James’ hair, “aw, you know me too well.”

James groaned at his now messy hair—as if his hair wasn’t always a mess—pushing Sirius away and waving him towards the door, “go find your lover, Pads.”

Sirius was out the door without another word.

James glanced down the hallway to ensure it was empty and walked into the room the fight had just taken place in. Regulus was sitting on the ground and had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and head leaning against the cushion of the couch. He didn’t look up when James entered, nor when the older boy crouched down in front of him. His face wasn’t betraying what emotions he was feeling, but James knew.

James always knew.

James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before looking up. “Good idea.” he took James’ outstretched hand to help him up off the ground. Even well after he had stood up, he kept his hand in James’, determined not to let go.

Regulus clearly had something he wanted to say, but his brain was not connected to the rest of his body, still in autopilot from the fight. His eyes were empty and his hands were clasped together in front of him as James gently rested his palm on his lower back to guide him up the stairs. Regulus subtly leaned into the touch, his heartbeat slowly calming and the goosebumps littering his skin beginning to fade.

Merely being near James brought him an unparalleled sense of peace.

James let his hand rub up and down his lower back comfortingly, and for a brief second he considered taking Regulus’ hand in his own but he decided against it. His brain was plagued with guilt, wishing he could rescue Regulus from the cruel reality that was his family. But no matter what James wanted, it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

James could never give Regulus peace.

Regulus stopped walking and James looked up from where his gaze had been fixed on the floor in confusion. He soon noticed that they were in fact directly outside the door to Regulus’ room. Regulus seemed to take notice of the fact that James was lost in his head and he squeezed his hand reassuringly.

After checking if the hallway was clear, James quickly opened the door. He wasn’t really supposed to enter any of the private rooms in the house, but Regulus had insisted many times that it was alright. No matter how safe Regulus felt around him, he couldn’t risk Orion and Walburga spotting him. He really was Regulus’ only source of comfort.

Regulus sat down on his bed with a blank expression on his face. James sat down next to him and pulled a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to Regulus with no words spoken, because the pair didn’t need words. This routine was very familiar to the two of them now, it was almost a second nature.

James quickly checked for any injuries—he hadn’t heard anything to make him suspect that there could’ve been a physical nature to the fight, but he had seen enough bruises on the Black siblings to make double checking an automatic part of the procedure. There was one on the side of Regulus’ cheek, and James pulled out the healing ointment from his bag and carefully put a little bit on the bruise.

James pushed the guilt at being unable to protect Regulus from his parents aside, knowing that this was not about him.

Once Regulus had finished, he slowly leaned into James’ side, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The crook of James’ neck was like a puzzle piece that was made perfectly for Regulus’ head, and as the two slowly relaxed into each other's presence, James let his hands drift up to Regulus’ hair. His fingers slowly entangled themselves into the dark curls as he comfortingly stroked Regulus’ forehead.

It was clear to James that the support Regulus needed right now was not someone to tend to his wounds, but someone to hold him. So hold him he did. James’ right hand moved slowly up and down the small of Regulus’ back soothingly, showing an undeniable caution not to startle the younger boy with any quick movements.

He cared more about the little star than was possible to admit, and he prioritised his safety over everything else. The two lay in each other’s arms for what felt like (and probably was) hours. Suddenly, Regulus shifted in his arms, mumbling something under his breath.

James tilted his head like a confused puppy, gesturing for Regulus to repeat himself. Regulus cleared his throat and glanced away.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For…” Regulus trailed off, and James was about to let it go—he wasn’t going to push for him to open up more than he was willing to do.

“...for keeping me safe.”

The dark haired boy’s voice was merely a whisper, head buried into James’ shoulder as he refused to meet his eyes. He was embarrassed, James realised. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.

James thought that the two were about to fall back into their silence, when Regulus spoke. “It’s peaceful.”

Giving him an inquisitive look, James turned to face Regulus.

“Being here with you. You’re peaceful.”

James stiffened slightly before slowly nodding, “yeah, I know what you mean. You’re peaceful too, little star.”

You deserve more peace than I can give you.

Regulus smiled up at him, entwining their fingers reassuringly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more at peace than I am when I lie here with you.”

Merlin, it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

Finally, James responded. “You mean more to me than anyone else ever has, little star.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone. He may not love their situation, but he loved the boy in front of him with his whole heart.

No matter where this road was leading, James knew it was where he wanted to go. Whatever the roadworks along the way, he was in this for good.

#luc posts #luc writes #jegulus #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #i'm so sorry this took so long #also its unneceseraly sad so uh #angst #hurt/comfort #marauders #sirius black #wolfstar mention #james potter x regulus black #marauders era #harry potter marauders #harry potter

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

More sick Caine but this time within the circus?

I wanted to do this one for a while, but I wasn't quite sure how.

Heavily inspired by Caine VA's Twitter post about what Caine might be like if he got sick. I can't find it but if you know you know

Also warning for some very suggestive jokes.

The circus troop had just finished doing their theme song and were waiting on the stage for Caine to announce that day's adventure. He always gave them some time to socialise before they started it, finding it also gave them an opportunity to mentally prepare.

However, Kinger had noticed something off with the ringmaster. His voice during his introduction had sounded stuffy, and he could swear he had heard Caine unexplainably say something about a 50% off deal while he was talking to Bubble.

"Uh, Gangle?" She was trying to stay as far away as possible from Jax when Kinger approached her, startling her slightly. "Did you notice anything different about Caine? It's kinda hard for me to tell with this stuff. In case I'm just, y'know, making it up or something."

"W-well Kinger, you know Caine better than anyone, so you're probably right. Something does seem a bit weird with him today. Maybe you should ask him about it?"

While Gangle was concerned, she secretly hoped that whatever was going on would get them out of that day's adventure, or at least delay it. It was also a great opportunity for Kinger and Caine to spend more time together, which was something she always loved to see.

Just when Kinger was about to start searching for him, Caine flew up above the performers, his energy seeming a bit more forced and draining than usual.

"Hello, everyone! Are you all ready for today's- for... AHC[CLICK FOR NEW IPHONE]!" The other's jumped at the sudden yelling. They all couldn't help but compare it to a sneeze, if a very peculiar one at that.

"Huh. I guess Caine's got a cold today. Well, I'm going back to my room, tell me if he starts feeling better so I can try to make him worse again." Jax turned on his heel and walked towards the hall, followed by Ragatha and Pomni's glaring.

Turning back to Caine, Pomni cautiously inched closer to him. "Uh, are you okay, Caine? You don't sound well. And what do you mean about a 'new iPhone'?" The ringmaster looked at the floor, his gaze seeming unfocused before his head snapped up.

"Don't you fret, my dear, I- [YOU'RE OUR 1000TH CUSTOMER]" Caine made a loud string of glitching noises into his elbow, desperately trying to speak through it, "I-I'm doing just fine..."

The quiet groan that followed his words convinced Pomni and the performers otherwise. Pomni glanced back nervously, unsure if this was a regular occurrence. The confusion she found in her friends' eyes told her it wasn't.

Kinger at least now had confirmation that he was right. Something was wrong. "Caine, I really don't think you should host today."

"W-what?! Nonsense, nonsense!! The show- [CLICK HERE]- n-needs- [FOR 10 GRAND]- a host!" The troop had begun to back off while Kinger had gotten closer. While they all just wanted to have a calm day for once, Kinger was far more concerned with Caine's health and safety.

"Maybe you can just get Bubble to do it today." Out of the corner of his eye, Kinger saw the other performers frantically shaking their heads in response to the idea. "...or, rather, we just don't have an adventure today. Take a little break. You definitely sound like you need one."

"B-but-!" Before Caine could say his excuse, his eyes began quickly spinning around in his head, resulting in him having to close his mouth tightly to keep them inside. When they stopped moving, he slowly opened up again. "Alright. W-we'll just have a day off today."

The chess piece moved to put his hand around Caine's shoulder as he lowered further to the ground. While the others immediately went to their rooms, trusting Kinger to handle whatever was going on, Pomni lingered behind to check on the two.

"Are you, um, do you need any help, Kinger? I mean, I-I don't really know what to do, but if I can do anything..." Pomni trailed off, not really sure where she was going with this. She didn't want Caine to be 'sick', just as she didn't want anyone else in the circus to be unwell either. Well, maybe Jax, but that's more than reasonable.

"Oh, no, I've got it from here. You can go and relax, I can handle Caine." Pomni gave him a look of mild uncertainty just to be sure he was being honest. Kinger returned it with a reassuring smile. "It's my specialty! He'll be well again in no time."

The jester smiled, taking his word for it and heading towards her room. As she was leaving, Caine came back into reality again and frantically waved his hand, yelling, "Byyyeeee, Pomniii!!!"

The sudden burst of excitement sent him into another fit of high-pitched crackling noises. Kinger's hands moved to further support him. "Maybe just try and use an inside voice for once, dear."

"S-sorry. Thank you for helping me. I'm- [5 STEPS TO BECOME A BIG SHOT]- still not used to this happening." Caine leaned against Kinger, letting out a light sigh of relief at not having to put as much energy into keeping himself upright.

The chess piece began to walk him to the hall that held their rooms. "Do you know what's happening?"

Caine moved his feet to keep up with Kinger, although he went at a slower pace. "It's probably something wrong with my code. It doesn't seem too severe, so my built-in defences are currently working on fixing it. Buuuut it does take a bit. [TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS]!" The ringmaster looked somewhat embarrassed about his various short outbursts. "H-hopefully it doesn't take too long."

The next time his foot hit the floor, Caine's body suddenly spasmed before his head fell to the ground. His top row of teeth landed close to his bottom, but his eyes bounced and rolled further down the hall. Kinger startled, quickly moving to support Caine again and staring in disbelief at the pieces of his face now scattered across the floor.

"O-oh no- I'll get those back for you, honey!" He only moved forward slightly, not wanting to accidentally drop Caine, while one of his hands flew through the air to catch the ringmaster's eyes. When they finally lost momentum and stopped rolling, Kinger was able to pick them up and bring them back. Not knowing what to do, he placed them in the top of his robe, moving on to putting Caine's head back together.

Kinger started by trying to put Caine's bottom row of teeth back on top of his shoulders, but it was like working with very weak magnets. He eventually got it to stay floating, which allowed him to move to the top row. Caine talked to him throughout, which did make it a little harder, but Kinger could never complain about hearing his voice.

"I'm so very sorry about all of this, my dear. You should be enjoying this day off anyway, I can handle this." Placing Caine's eyes back into his head, Kinger moved his hands around him again to continue walking.

"Don't be ridiculous, I love spending time with you. Even if you weren't 'sick', this is exactly where I'd be." Kinger pressed his face to the top of Caine's gums. "Right next to you."

The ringmaster leaned into Kinger's chest as they walked, chuckling nervously. "O-oh. I hadn't realised. In that case, this is- [HOT AND THIRSTY TWINKS NEAR YOU]!"

Caine slapped a hand over his mouth, or rather his eyes and bottom teeth. He buried his face deep into Kinger's robe, attempting to hide his bright red face. The chess piece was startled, his own face heating up as well. He put his hand on Caine's back comfortingly and smiled at him.

Kinger's voice quietened somewhat. "I know, darling, believe me." Caine let out a quiet groan of embarrassment into the fluff of Kinger's robe, making him laugh. "Come on, I'll just take you to my room. Then you can rest while your system fixes itself."

Pulling his face away, Caine kept walking alongside Kinger. The pair eventually made it to the chess piece's room, with Kinger setting him down in his pillow fort. He sat down next to him, gently rubbing circles on his back. The ringmaster leant against his shoulder, sighing with content.

"Thank you for all of this, my love. I'm already starting to feel better, although I'm still not entirely fixed. Just be wary, in case I have one of those little outbursts again." Kinger returned his sweet smile as best as he could with his eyes. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by Caine suddenly yelling again. "[PLAY WITH ME AND YOU'LL BE CU-]"

Kinger quickly put his hands on either end of Caine's head and snapped his mouth shut, waiting for him to finish before letting him go. Both of them were blushing profusely, with Caine's eyes heavily avoiding the other's. Kinger grabbed one of Caine's hands and rubbed his thumb back and forth across it.

"It's fine, dear. I know you can only do so much to keep your programming in check. We can just stay here until it's fixed." Caine gave him a small nod and rested against him once more. The less he did, the easier it was for his code to solve the problem. The chess piece put a gentle hand around Caine's waist. "I don't really mind you saying things like that, anyway."

The ringmaster wrapped his arms around Kinger and held him close, clearly flustered despite trying to disguise it. "Shush. I thought I was meant to be resting."

Kinger chuckled, but agreed, their peace only disrupted by Caine's occasional glitches or advertisements. They eventually stopped, signifying Caine was well again, yet neither of them moved for a long time afterwards.

#shout out to the slopcord for giving me a bunch of ideas #if that hadn't happened I would simply be dead #caine x kinger #kinger x caine #kingleader #royalteeth #I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

[sarcasticgaypotato]

tell me about chell, that potato hauling criminal

Chell is such a fascinating character to talk about because she, even more so than Caroline, isn't a character... but she absolutely is, at the same time.

On the surface, Chell is simply a player stand-in. She's silent, her actions are decided by the player, and we never get the game telling us outright how she feels or what she thinks. The closest we get to a backstory comes from an Easter Egg (which I've already said I don't necessarily consider canon) and insults made at the player's expense. Insults that, for all we know, are completely baseless.

Chell can reasonably be whatever the player decides she is. (If she's like me, she's actually terrible at tests and fails at puzzles repeatedly before giving up and googling the answers.) Your Chell could be compassionate towards the robots— trusting Wheatley right off the bat and being torn up by his betrayal, forgiving PotaDOS and working together easily— or your Chell could be a silent, bitter, furious killing machine, craving robotic blood and hating every second she's stuck in this hellhole. Neither Chell is technically wrong, but neither is right either.

There's a lot that could be said about the personal projecting that people often do to their favorite characters in fandom, especially with characters as open-ended as Chell, but that's an entirely different can of worms. TL;DR If it makes you happy to picture a character as being like you, go for it. It might not be my cup of tea, but you're not asking me to drink it, so who cares?

All that rambling out of the way, who do I think Chell is?

I think Chell has more character than first glance would give her credit for. We can learn a lot from what actions the game's story forces her to complete and how other characters react to her, ultimately giving us a lot more to work with than Caroline.

Chell is intelligent. If you complete the games (even if you're terrible like I am), you've completed complicated tests and outsmarted a robot that nobody else has survived before. She has a logical brain for solving puzzles as well as a quick wit for thinking on her feet and getting through life or death situations. Chell might have some internal damage from her time in stasis, but she's not slow.

Chell is tenacious and stubborn as all hell. Canon material tells us this outright, I don't need to elaborate much. Chell refuses to be kept in Aperture against her will, she refuses to stay down, and she was willing to risk dying in space just to beat Wheatley. Our girl can hold a grudge if she wants to.

Chell is a little bit of a shit. There's an achievement for breaking all of Wheatley's monitors. Chell doesn't have to do that... but she can, and I think she does. Her jumping when told to say certain words? She's playing dumb knowing Wheatley's not going to get that she's making fun of him.

Chell is fair. She held up her end of the deal with Wheatley, he didn't hold up his, so he learned his lesson. GLaDOS saves her life, even when she didn't have to, and held up her end of the deal? Chell leaves Aperture without a fuss. She doesn't try to kill GLaDOS again or wreck shit on her way out. I believe that Chell's respect is hard to win back once you've lost it, but with the events of Portal 2, GLaDOS succeeded. Chell is perfectly willing to work alongside a partner, and in fact she does so quite well as we've seen, but only if they give her the respect she deserves. If you cheat her you are going to regret it.

Finally, concerning the 'mute' part of our favorite dangerous mute lunatic; I personally am in the camp of 'Chell can speak, she just doesn't want to give the robots the satisfaction.'

There are out-of-universe reasons for Chell not talking. Erik Wolpaw actually talks about the decision to keep her silent in the Kotaku article "Why Chell Doesn't Speak" and I'd recommend hearing what he had to say on the matter. However, that explanation doesn't necessarily need to dictate in-universe ones. I think Chell can speak because frankly, it checks out with the other observations I've made here.

She's a bit of a shit, so yeah, if she noticed it bothers the robots that she's not talking, of course she'd keep it up to annoy them, and she's stubborn enough to keep at it even when she's allied with one of them. Further, she's smart, so she would know that she has very little control in a place like Aperture. This is one thing she has complete control over, this is one card she can hold over everyone else, and she's going to keep it.

All that combines to become my Chell. She's probably different from your Chell, and that's okay, but I think I've made a pretty good case for why I see her the way I do.

I could spin potential backstories for her, but they'd all be very headcanon and speculative, so I'll save that for another time.

#chell #portal 2 #portal #I'm so sorry this took so long #nanowrimo was a lot

[dirtytransmasc]

Any head cannons on tsireya and spider

(I got a day off cause of a blizzard in my town and I finally have the motivation to tackle my oldest unanswered asks, I am so sorry y'all had to wait this long)

tsireya took to spider quickly but quietly. her family had sorta swarmed the boy; ao'nung hadn't left his side since he got sick out on cleanup, mom and dad followed shortly after that claiming him as theirs. she could tell spider was happy but overwhelmed, so she took their relationship and her duty as big sister with a slow, graceful stride.

she visited mostly when he slept, leaving little things behind so he knew she was there, but allowing him to come to her. when he comes back to the village from the makeshift shack the scientists had brought, she is there waiting for him.

she was a teacher by heart, so that's how she opened up the opportunity for spider to bond with her as brother and sister. she took him to the tide pools, showed him the ways of the village, invited him to join in her in smaller, more relaxing tasks like net mending and jewelry making.

she was like spider's sounding board as he processed everything that's happened over the last few weeks. they sit together, typically busying their hands with something, just talking. they talk about their childhoods, both of them knowing that it's more then that. they talk about family and the recent turn of events. they help each other understand.

she's the first person to get him to smile again after what spider had been through, got him to enjoy the warm sand between his toes and the water he now called home. sure ao'nung helped, but her slower approach is what opened spider up to the idea of truly having a home and family.

they regularly have days out just for the two of them, exchange jewelry, and team up against ao'nung in prank wars.

there is no bond like a big sister and her little brother.

spider's really protective of her, doesn't let anyone so much as look at her wrong. he is also always trying to boost her confidence, so he's always complimenting her. overall best little brother.

tsireya may not be the violent sibling, but she has ears everywhere and if she hears even a whisper about her baby brother she's sicking her dog (ao'nung) on them.

kiri is almost jealous of the two, she feels like 2 of her brothers has been stolen by tsireya, but then she starts getting included, and she's no longer jealous, tsireya is really cool.

tsireya likes doing spiders hair, more specifically decorating the braids their parents put in with beads and shells.

when spider isn't being hogged by ao'nung, tsierya and spider sleep on the very edge of the pod, feeling the wind from the ocean on their faces.

when the tulkun come back around she fosters a close bond between spider and her spirit sister, which helps spider get adopted into the pod as one of their own.

they're both competitive as hell, though not as aggressive as spider and ao'nung, and they always have some competition going on between them.

#I'm so sorry this took so long #adhd paralysis is a bitch #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #tsireya #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan #avatar the way of water #avatar 2

[i-wasnt-ready-for-this]

Your Bojan Barbie pin was so neat. Would you mind to tell us how you made it? Am curious:3

Have a nice and sweet day :3

If you still interested here you can make pins at home; you'll need:

Shrink plastic (there are printable ones, working with this is much more easier)

Acrylic pens

UV resin (you can leave this out, not necessary)

Scissors

I searched for an online barbie text generator, i made the design, mirrored it, and drew it on the shrink plastic. Coloured it, cutted it out and after i used my heat gun (more faster but you can also bake it in the owen too, totally perfect by this way). You have to straighten it out while it's still hot, and wait a bit, and ta-da it's done!

I used the UV resin as a protective layer, I also mixed the glitter in it. For its back i also used the resin as glue, I used pin backs.

#i'm so sorry this took so long #I hope it still helps #💚 #käärijä #joker out #ask

[ishouldsleepbut]

1, 20 and 29 for the music asks :)

have a fabulous day bestie <3

this was so fun to do so thank you thank you thank you for asking it!!! fair warning, my answer to the second one is pretty long. so proceed at your own risk and have a fabulous day/night as well <333

1. the red means i love you by mads buckley (1): this is the only song i consistently like with a color in the name and it was so hard to find T-T

2. deep breaths by sushi soucy (20): i have a lot of feelings about this song. basically, it's about this boy and he can't breathe. and no matter what anyone tells him or what he does, it doesn't get fixed. he still can't breathe and he ends up running away. for me, this song has two meanings: one relating to gender and the other to gifted kid syndrome stuff. for the gender part, it's all about how this kid is growing up in a world where everyone expects him to do this one "simple" thing. it's natural for everyone else, so why can't he do it? and except for breathing, he can do everything else fine. but people are only fixated on how he can't breathe. it's very real in the sense that if you're not cis, people will fixate on your gender like it's the most important thing and forget about everything else you do that isn't defined by that. also, it talks about how there's something wrong with his chest and maybe his lungs are "too big" or "too small". that has something to do with gender dysphoria, i think. i'm not really sure. as for the gifted kid part, it speaks about how eventually, "smart" kids (like moi) hit a wall where we can't just pass just on our own. we have to study, we have to put in effort. and most of us never learned how to do that since it came so easily. but now we have to and we can't deal with all that pressure and it quite literally feels like we can't breathe. yet everyone around us is still staring, expecting us to continuously and consistently keep reaching that high standard. we should able to breathe. we've done it before. but we can't.

3. can't help falling in love by elvis presley and ho hey by the lumineers (29): the first one is actually the lullaby that my parents used to sing to my sister when she was younger. they call it "her song" which i think is really cute and every time i hear it, i think of her. the second one is the one they would sing to me. though, i remember it specifically playing during my baths.

#veero rambles #asks #moots patoots #long post #soulless!!! #i'm so sorry this took so long #depression is a bitch #but we're feeling better tonight #so gracias for waiting #love you mwah

[thenamesmobu]

Agus Dewantara

New Narrator of the Parable

Part 3: Put to the Test

It has been over a week now, Devin showed no signs of getting up. The Parable was showing signs of deterioration due to the lack of story happening. There was no one else who can operate the Parable out of the two than Agus. He had already recieved guidance from Devin and, despite his lack of experience, has the ability to control the Parable. So, in their desparate need, Agus took up the spot as the momentary Narrator of the Parable.

Things... had a rough start at first. All this time Agus had been training to take a hold of the Parable under Devin's supervision and assistance, but this time, he's all on his own. Under his control in the beginning, the Parable was experiencing many errors and glitches. Furnitures were phasing into the walls, the story didn't make much sense, and William (Stanley) kept clipping through the floor. Needless to say, he didn't had a good head start.

Though he was barely keeping it together all the time, Agus made a promise to himself that he will do his best to maintain the Parable. The young man was stubborn and refuses to back down, inspite of the failures. Agus will do this while the original Narrator is absent. He will endure all the failures for William, he will endure this for Devin...

...

Several months passed by, and still, no signs of the original Narrator waking up. Agus was getting a hand of his new role now. His stern belief that Devin would wake up someday did not leave his mind. He has to wake up someday, he has to. At this point, Agus has made noticible changes to himself, it was as if he was trying to mske himself look similar to Devin. He took up his appearance to feel more confident in his role. Him and William has had a tough time with Devin's absence, but both hung on to each other and be there for one another.

Agus' skills were improving as the months passed by. Though it still wasn't perfect, it was far better than how he did a few months back. He will keep to his words for however long as possible. Agus was working on his next story when his tante, Nara (belongs to @tsuru-yasunaga ), came in to announce that Devin was finally awake.

He dropped everything that he was doing and came dashing in towards the room where Devin was resting in all this time. He turned from the doorway, and saw Devin sat up with William already beside him. He was tempted to run, yet he simply calmly walks towards him instead, before immediately embracing the original Narrator in a tight hug. He was holding back tears, yet some managed to leak out of his eyes.

It would be over a week before Devin made full recovery. He experienced throbbing migraines after he woke up, much movements would only stings his brain. During this time, Devin acted differently than how he used to. He's more calm, relaxed, and warm. He smiled more often and at some points even laughed. Had the shock from a few months ago changed him this way? However, when asked if he was fine, he was, he really was. It was as if his mental state had rapidly improved over the last few months.

When he finally made his full recovery, Devin was ready to take up his role as the Narrator again. However, Agus stepped in and insisted that he takes up the new role. He very shyly and awkwardly admitted that he should be the one taking over because he wants Devin to take a well-deserved break. And, well, after some talking, they eventually settled on the agreement. Agus becomes the new Narrator of the Parable, and Devin would step down from his position and retire.

Aaaand that's how we got here. Here are the links to the other parts of the story:

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

#HWIAUWIAYWISUIWUSUAYS #I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #UWAAAAAAAA WRITER'S BLOCK GOT ME HARD #SORRY #BUT YEAH #NEW NARRATOR #YIPPEEE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp the narrator #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud narrator #tspud the narrator #tsp oc #tspud oc #Mobu's writings #my art

[jimmys-zeppelin]

moonbeam

ch. iv

table of contents

may 7, 1998

It was 2:30 when Sabrina finally headed downstairs to take a look around the store. She was counting the minutes until the end of her eternal shift. And there was still no sign of Jimmy. But she pushed that thought into the furthest reaches of her mind.

In the meantime, Sabrina entered the employee lounge and poured herself a cup of tea. Others were milling about in the area, ignoring Sabrina’s presence as she did theirs. She took a cold scone on a communal plate and contemplated if a bite would destroy her teeth. She took the plunge and the baked good crumbled uncomfortably into her mouth. She quickly set it down, prompting it for the bin when over the loudspeaker, a voice came through.

"Sabrina to register, please. Sabrina to register, thank you!"

Sabrina felt eyes on her in an instant. She gathered her sad excuse for a midday snack and tossed it all as she hurried for the front of the store.

There, she saw his back first, then the awestruck faces of her coworkers stood before him. His curls were visibly wet.

Conner, Sabrina’s closest colleague at Clarence's, waved her down as soon as they'd established eye contact. In her chest, Sabrina could feel her heartbeat quicken and her palms became sweaty.

"Sabrina, this gentleman needs alterations on a few suits that he's picked up. Erm, Daniel's not here, would you mind helping him out?" Another employee, Vincent, who had been visibly nervous, asked.

Finally, Jimmy turned to face her, the faintest glint of green in his eyes caught hers. His soft, nervous smile made her melt just a little bit inside. But she pulled herself together quickly and flashed a courteous, yet genuine smile up at him.

"Yes, of course. Jimmy, let me show you upstairs where I'll be fitting you," she turned to her coworkers, "Are his clothes already up there?"

They all nodded as scattered yeses came from the small group before them. Then, Sabrina escorted Jimmy up the carpeted steps.

"How are you?" she asked, mostly as a courtesy, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't even the slightest bit intrigued.

"Good, good. My bandmate and I will be touring soon so, uh, if I disappear for a while, don't forget me."

"How could I?" Sabrina chuckled awkwardly, immediately regretting the words as they left her mouth.

"Yes, well. I find I'm quite forgettable at times."

"Nonsense," she replied as she darted back and forth around the fitting area in an attempt to locate where his suits had been hung.

"I do recall you didn't know who I was when we met..."

"That's not true," Sabrina answered, peeking out from a side room with the three suits in her arms. "I had a suspicion."

Jimmy hummed, his tone revealed slight amusement. "Right."

"Right is right! You can't say I didn't." she said as she entered a changing booth and hung his suits inside.

Jimmy followed after her, his full figure leaning against the room's frame. He crossed his arms. "I suppose..." he said dramatically, a shrug added for some extra flair.

"Shut up," Sabrina said, holding her laughter as she stepped forward in an attempt to leave the tight space. Jimmy had blocked her exit. Even at her modest five and a half feet, his presence was unwittingly powerful.

Sabrina wetted her lips, her eyes unable to stop themselves from admiring the features of his face. His full cheeks, brilliant emerald eyes marked at the edges with smile lines. She formed a small, unconscious smile.

When she took in a breath, the smell of his cologne overcame her senses. It was far different from any men's perfume she'd ever smelled before. Though, as her eyes trailed up to his drying curls, she felt the sudden waft of nicotine on him. The faint smell soured in her nose, it quickly snapped her out of his spell.

It wasn't until Jimmy had reached a hand out toward her that Sabrina managed to slip through and sidestep him, her feet being her guide back to relative safety; not that she was in any actual danger. His fingers had managed a brush at her forearm. That, combined with their short lived battle of stares, frazzled Sabrina to no end. Had it been any other man she was attracted to, she wouldn't have had a problem...

But this was a wildly inappropriate situation. Not only was Sabrina at work, but Jimmy was her client. And beside the obvious factors, he was twice her age, making for a truly awkward scene.

And yet, she still couldn't help wanting to give him a chance.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, confused by her haste to move away, but Sabrina was quicker in her sudden rush of anxiety. "Have you been fitted with us before?" she asked.

He looked taken by the question, blinking before he could articulate his response, "Erm, no, I don't think so."

Sabrina nodded shortly, "You can head inside, put one of the suits on. I'll just..." she paused, in need of an excuse so she could leave the room.

"I haven't made you uncomfortable, have I?"

"No! No, I promise. You didn't do anything!" she exclaimed in a fit of nerves, her cheeks burning as she said so. Why couldn't he just go into the room?

"I suppose I didn't, I just—Your cheeks are bright red," Jimmy laughed.

"Would you like a cup of water, Jimmy? Or tea...a coffee?" she replied, deflecting.

He shook his head, and when he turned his back to her, Sabrina sped for the water cooler in her office just beyond the curtain.

After her third cone-shaped cup, she assured herself that her cheeks had returned to their regular pale shade. Then, after she took a quick glance at her cell phone for any missed calls—sure there wouldn't be any—she returned to the fitting area. Jimmy stood there and admired himself in the mirror, nearly missing Sabrina as she returned.

"That all because I tried to touch your arm?" Jimmy teased.

"I dunno what you're talking about," Sabrina answered in jest, avoidant of the question while she began her examination on the fit of the suit. "This the one you're taking with you?"

"I hope so," she noticed him peering at her in the mirror. She met his gaze with a short glance, focusing on his suit again as she reached for her safety pins.

"Where are you off to?" She asked, muffled by the pin between her teeth.

"Florida first. The States, obviously."

"You been to Florida before?" Sabrina asked, pinning where she deemed fit.

"Yes, many times. Usually on tour, though."

"Never for leisure?"

Jimmy thought on it for a moment. He cleared his throat before answering. “Yes, well, I went a long time ago with my daughter when she was little. Her mother and I took her to Disney World."

"You have a daughter?" She asked, keeping her voice level so as not to sound too intrigued by the fact. Sabrina never would've guessed that Jimmy was the "children" type.

He nodded. "Scarlet."

"Nice. I didn't know you had children. With your," she hesitated, "rock star status and all."

"Well, musicianship has nothing to do with it," Jimmy chuckled, "all of us had children...families and such."

"Right, right," She moved around to his arm, "Sorry, I made an assumption."

"It's alright, you couldn't have known."

Between the achingly awkward pause between them, Sabrina carried on with her safety pins on his suit. From what she could tell he had taken a larger size than his own, making it easier to alter to his own size, which she was sure was a skill he'd picked up from past experience.

Jimmy watched on passively while Sabrina did her job. "Any way you can make the bottom shorter?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. "Compensating for the long arms," she muttered as she pinched the bottom of the jacket, folding it up a bit before looking to Jimmy for approval.

"Did you just say I have long arms?"

"Hm? No," Sabrina said, humor evident in her voice. "Is this okay for length?"

Jimmy huffed in place of his stifled laugh. Taking a look, he guided her hand a lower so that a half inch was taken off the bottom instead of a full one. His hand was soft against hers, the delicate manicured hand quite a contrast to his, trimmed nails and calloused fingertips. His fingers lingered for a second while she pinned the coat. "That should be okay,” he said.

When he pulled his hand away, Sabrina's eyes trailed behind it. Suddenly she was remorseful for sidestepping him in the booth. She pushed the thought away and shifted her attention to see if the shoulders were okay on the jacket. She pinched them a bit at the sides and noted the large gap between his shoulder and the coat itself.

"This coat is far too big," she chuckled.

"Arms," Jimmy replied.

"I suspected that as well,” Sabrina smiled, pinning the shoulders as well before closing the jacket at the front. She checked to see if the fit followed the silhouette of his waist and moved onto his pants. She hung his jacket onto a nearby mannequin and began to take a preliminary look at the fit of the pants.

Sabrina dared a glance—as inconspicuously as she could—below his belt, taking note of each and every curve his figure brought to her eyes. She noted how his clothing stretched and loosened with each breath, how the small fluff of graying chest hair peeked out from his shirt, the way his hands fell at his sides; his fingers anxiously brushed against one another. It was almost adorable; Sabrina cracked an inconspicuous smile.

Her type, if she had one, certainly didn’t trend toward men twice her age who had curves rather than edges, but...something about Jimmy's figure drew her in achingly closer. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes in one place, finding that everywhere she chose to focus made the blood pump louder in her ears.

Sabrina merely had to add a pin to make the back a bit tighter and looked to Jimmy to see if he had any qualms. With the shake of his head, he started back towards the booth to change into the second suit he'd picked out.

☽

"Sorry if I was a bit…odd back there," Jimmy said. He had pulled his credit card from his wallet and gestured toward the fitting area. "I feel like I put you off."

"Put me off how?" Sabrina asked in an attempt to play dumb. She knew exactly what he meant. If anything, she knew it was her fault that things had gone strangely.

"Erm," he scratched the back of his neck. "You know—actually just forget it. How much?"

She rang him up, "£600. Alterations come free with purchase.”

"How much do you want for a gratuity?"

"Oh, Jimmy you don't have to—" Sabrina tried to shut him down, her heart racing again with embarrassment.

"Sabrina," Jimmy insisted, "Let me give you a tip."

She stood firm, shaking her head far too many times, "I don't want your money."

He opened his mouth to protest her further, but came up short. Sabrina cut in before he could articulate himself.

"The suits should be ready by next Thursday. Is that enough time?"

"Yes, more than enough. Thank you, Sabrina."

"Of course. It's my job, after all," she chuckled, "All I need is your signature on this receipt."

"I can do that," Jimmy muttered as he took the pen she had offered him and signed on the dotted line. When she saw him scribbling something else down, she furrowed her brow.

The paper slid back towards her across the counter. Sabrina eyed it curiously, unable to ignore the phone number scrawled beneath Jimmy's signature. She looked back up at him, wordlessly begging for an explanation.

"My phone number. In case you should run into any…trouble. I'm home most days," he tapped rhythmically on the counter, watching Sabrina as she neatly folded his proof of payment and set it off to the side.

"Thanks," she smiled. Sabrina then reached beneath the counter to retrieve a thin cardboard box. "My business cards have actually come in, so if you have any questions," she paused as she took a card from the box and handed it to him. "If I'm not here, you can call my cell," she said, not waiting for a response before she scribbled down her cell phone number on the back of the card.

"Thank you," Jimmy replied as he pocketed the cardstock. “So that means I can toss Daniel’s card, right?”

Sabrina laughed, "Do as your heart desires."

"I'll come by next week then."

"I look forward to it," she said, watching as his hand formed into a fist by his side. Jimmy squeezed his fingers closer to his palm, then once she cast her eyes back to his she found that neither of them could leave their place.

"I should get going," he said, his tone regretful.

"Right. Busy rock star life, right?" she teased.

"Oh yeah, got a long night of rehearsals to get through," Jimmy smiled, looking down at the floor before him as they both laughed. With another long glance, Jimmy finally said his goodbyes and made his way toward the exit. The sounds of the busy London streetscape flooded the store before they were just as quickly muted by the closing of the door.

The musty scent of the store returned to her senses and Sabrina grimaced. Thursday couldn't come any faster.

☽

Zachary had already been waiting for Sabrina as she approached her apartment building. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, the sound of the gum smacking over in his mouth could be heard from a few feet away.

"Oh, look, it's my stalker," Sabrina chuckled. Her keys clinked as she searched for the correct key for her front door.

"Took you long enough," Zachary replied with a nudge to Sabrina's arm.

"Wanker," she muttered, letting them into the musty building and start up the creaky stairs.

"Slag," he answered. "You got any food?"

"And if I don't?" she teased.

"Can I stay the night, actually? Mum's been getting on me about finding a job after school and I can't do another dinner like that, Sab."

She met the question with pause. What if Jimmy called? Would Jimmy call? He had given her the number in a professional setting. There was no way he'd call her. Right?

The door swung open and the siblings pushed into the small flat. "I can feed you, but you've gotta go back home tonight."

"Beanie come onnnn," Zachary whined, "What is it? You've got some lad coming over after I leave? Hey, there's my magazine," he said suddenly, reaching for the Guitar World issue she'd nicked from the house.

"I haven't got anyone coming over..." Sabrina answered, "You can have it back. I've already read it."

"I still don't know why you wanted to read it..."

"I was curious," she shrugged. Sabrina headed for the refrigerator and grabbed two soda cans for them, cracking her own open as Zachary caught the one thrown at him.

"This is just an interview with the guy. Nothing of guitar-ish interest,” he tried to justify.

"Is this an interrogation, Zach?"

"No, I just....forget it. I'm taking it back."

"Feel free," she answered and took a sip of her soda.

Zachary looked as if there was more he wanted to say on the topic, but quickly dropped it for fear he'd make himself more confused. Sabrina, on the other hand, was thankful. The less she had to disclose about Jimmy, the better. She was too old to be bickering with her brother, anyway.

Already knowing his way around her flat, Zachary turned the radio on and tuned it to Heart, where a flood of rock music came through the janky speakers.

"You're quiet," He said as he rifled through the drawer beneath the radio. He took a Chinese takeaway menu from it.

"I usually am quiet, you tosser."

"Something's off."

"Nothing's off,” She scoffed.

"You've met someone haven't you? I was only seventeen when you started seeing that twat, but I knew how you'd be all sneaky in your room. Ignoring me."

"Surprised you noticed me ignoring you over all the lousy music you listened to."

"So you are seeing someone?" Zachary asked. He walked over to the phone near the front door, dialing the number on the menu.

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," Sabrina rolled her eyes. Her fingers felt up the folded receipt in her pocket with Jimmy's phone number. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands; or so she told herself. Plus, she had made a note of his phone number in her files should she need to call him at work. Merely touching the thin paper made Sabrina’s heart race. Then, she couldn't hide the newfound smile on her face. Luckily Zachary had his back turned to her as he spoke with the Chinese restaurant.

☽

"So I should take her to a fancy restaurant?" Zachary asked.

"Where did you meet her again?" Sabrina answered. A lo mein noodle hung halfway out of her mouth as Zachary pestered her for what would impress his girlfriend for their anniversary.

"Well I met Amelia in sixth form," he swallowed, "But we didn't actually talk until I saw her at the Radiohead show last year."

Sabrina nodded, "She's clearly one of your types. Maybe something low key is her vibe. Girls like that don't buzz off fancy things too much," she stopped herself, "But that doesn't mean she doesn't like nice things.”

"My head is fucking spinning, Sab," he muttered, "Does she want something nice or not?"

"Do something sentimental. Maybe, I don't know, you could play her favorite Radiohead song on guitar."

"I can't learn that in a week!"

She eyed her brother up, about ready to kick him out on his ass. With each second that passed, Sabrina thought her phone had buzzed in her coat pocket. She became increasingly desperate to get Zachary out of her flat for the night.

"If you don't want to help me, just say so,” He spoke up.

Sabrina sighed, "It's not that. I've been distracted."

"Sab, all I ask for is five minutes of your time. You can just tell me what to do and I'll be out of your hair and you can go back to your stupid solitary life."

She then jabbed her chopsticks into her rice and pulled out a large piece of it, shoving it into her mouth. As she chewed, she took her time and mapped out each and every restaurant around London she had been to with Shaun in the past.

"Take her to Bluebird in Chelsea. Shaun took me last year for our fifth anniversary," she finally said, fighting the urge to punch her brother square across the face.

"If he took you there that means it's expensive,” he complained.

"It's reasonable. I went there a few months ago on my own, it's really not too bad."

Zachary pushed his chicken around on his plate, picking one and munched as he thought it over. Now he'd become the quiet one. After a long pause he nodded, "Fine."

"Good. Can you let me know if she likes it?"

"I will. Plus I have no idea what to get her."

"You're joking."

Zachary laughed sheepishly, "I am. I've already got her gift ready."

The two finished their meals, any remnant of ill will gone once they had begun discussing how increasingly crazy their mother had become.

Then, after a long bout of silence, Sabrina spoke up, "I met someone famous at the store a few weeks ago."

"Holy shit, who?" Zachary asked, now intrigued.

"You're a bigger fan of him than I am."

"Oh, come on Sab, that doesn't help at all."

Sabrina smirked, her eyes glancing over at the magazine still at the top of her pile. Zachary hadn't noticed, too focused on racking his brain for one name, any name.

"Guess," she said.

"I don't know. What does he do?"

"He's a musician."

Zachary's face twisted, deep in thought, "Jeff Beck?"

Sabrina's eyebrows furrowed, "Who?"

"Fuck you. Erm, shit, Liam Gallagher?"

"No."

"Another hint," he pushed.

"If I give you any more, it'll give him away."

"Describe him, then."

Sabrina's eyebrows rose, suddenly anxiety-ridden as Jimmy's presence invaded her mind. She pictured his towering height over her, his face—lips specifically—and his hair, the way his curls shrouded his forehead like a crown...was there any way to describe him like a normal person would?

"Well," she paused, "he was skinny back in his prime years. He's filled out a bit...he's got a nice face—"

"Is he supposed to be attractive or something?"

"I don't—I suppose so, Zach," she flubbed.

"You've got the hots for this guy! Look at the absolute state of your face!" Zachary guffawed.

Sabrina stammered, "That's not the point!" she fought, feeling the burn of her cheeks once she'd been put on the spot.

"Who is it? I give up."

Her heart was in her throat now. For what reason, Sabrina had no clue. Jimmy made her nervous even when he wasn’t a mere three inches away from her. She reached into her coat pocket on her seat back. The folded receipt was still the way it had been when she put it there, Jimmy's signature and phone number having not been a figment of her imagination, after all. Sabrina slid it across the table to Zachary.

He examined it for longer than made her comfortable, then the realization washed over his face. "That's why you stole my fucking magazine," he said, shock riddling his voice. "What? Is this his phone number?"

She nodded and took the receipt back before Zachary could memorize the number and ruin her (barely) possible chance with Jimmy.

"What the actual fuck, Sabrina?" he said, raking his fingers back through his hair. "Jimmy Page? And you?"

"Well he gave me his phone number because I'm altering his suits, but—"

"Sabrina, you have to let me meet him!"

"Absolutely fucking not!" Sabrina shot back, "I barely know this guy, I'm not letting you meet him. Not after the shit you pulled when we met Brian May."

"Beanie, I was twelve!"

"I don't care, Zach. You're not meeting him. I have to be professional."

Seething, Zachary accepted his fate, "Fine...but this is definitely weird."

"I guess I'll give you updates," Sabrina said with yet another shrug.

Then, he stood up, "Alright, well, I should be getting home," he stretched, his fingertips brushing the ceiling.

"Don't tell Mum and Dad about Jimmy," Sabrina said suddenly.

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Just don't."

"Holy shit you're gonna go after him, aren't you?"

"Just—"

"Fine, fine, I won't," Zachary conceded, raising his hands in surrender as he made his way to the door. "I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah. Good luck with your date," Sabrina said.

"Thanks. I'll call....sometime this week, I dunno," he sighed, ruffling his hair for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening.

"Love you?" Sabrina tried.

"Love you," Zachary said. He saw his way out,locking the door from the inside and loudly descending the stairs before the loud boom of the main door echoed through Sabrina's flat.

With a huff, she stood up and began to gather the trash and separate what was still edible.

She looked to the dining table. Zachary had forgotten to take his magazine.

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masterlist | playlist

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#y'all don't know how many times I rewrote this #I'm so sorry this took so long #this semester beat the shit out of me and then some #anyway it's okay here it is 😂 #and thank u to jjj for beta reading for me u r a rock star!! #moonbeam #jabrina 4 ever #jimmy page #led zeppelin #fanfic #fanfiction #90s jimmy

[hopetorun]

“it’s almost just like how it was before” for the made-up fic title meme!

my first thought for this was actually leon goes to tampa futurefic but the @msmargaretmurry did this in a response for the same meme so i'm going to take this in a different direction.

our story starts in buffalo, new york, on june 24, 2016. draft day. auston matthew goes first overall to toronto, and patrik laine goes second overall to winnipeg. and then, instead of what actually happened that day, it goes the way people thought it would: jesse puljujarvi goes third, to columbus. and edmonton, picking fourth, takes the guy whose nameplate they already have velcroed to an oilers jersey: matthew tkachuk.

so matthew trucks his way up to edmonton, with aspirations of adding "winger for connor mcdavid" to his resume. now i'm gonna level with y'all: the oilers made me very, very mad in the summer of 2016 and hockey in general made me very, very made in the fall of 2016, so i've memory holed a lot of the details of the next couple of years. but luckily i'm not writing this story for real, so i can fudge and slur my way through that part!

matthew's career trajectory in edmonton isn't all that different from in calgary -- he's good pretty much from the jump, and with some ups and downs improves as he gets older (and a little calmer). he does get to add winger for connor mcdavid to his resume, but he ends up sticking mostly on the second line, as one of leon's wingers. there's a lot of reasons for it, but in part it's because it just drives the other teams bananas. annoyingness/60 off the charts. and matthew and leon are both having a blast the whole time.

i don't think they click instantly when matthew shows up in edmonton in 2016, because matthew's a hotshot, high draft pick, legacy, the whole nine yards, and leon's still feeling a little insecure about his place with the oilers. at least matthew's not a center.

so they don't click instantly, but it comes pretty quickly. matthew's a friendly guy, when he's not antagonizing every flames player on the ice (which frankly leon thinks is very funny), and he's smart about hockey, and a fun guy to hang out with.

and so we get a few years of the mcdavid-draisaitl-tkachuk era in edmonton. a lot of goals, and maybe not as much defensive responsibility as everyone wishes, a lot of people on twitter and capfriendly's gm tool getting stressed about the contract math. and they're right to be stressed about the contract math -- that's a lot of high-end offensive talent to have stored up, and it's gonna get pricey.

and then it's the 2021 offseason. matthew's already been a holdout, and he got his deal but everyone knows the next one won't be any easier, and mcdavid and draisaitl have their long-term deals but they're only going to get more expensive. they've been swept two years in a row in the playoffs. the front office wants results, and cap flexibility (that flat cap is already hurting). so matthew gets traded.

now, i don't think he and leon ever dated or anything at this point, but they were kind of dancing around the possibility for a while. another few years, or maybe one good solid playoff run, and it would've happened. (and by it i do mean falling into bed without actually talking about anything, but they would've talked eventually. both of them are too soft and serious about important things.) so for leon, matthew is this possibility. someone he almost got to have. it haunts him a little, when he lets it. and he misses the camaraderie he had with matthew, and how well they clicked on the ice. but that's just the business. he makes new friends and finds new guys to click with on the ice, and sure none of them make his heart beat too fast in the same way but he shouldn't be looking for boyfriends amongst his teammates anyway.

they keep in touch, a bit. it's hard with the grind of the season, and the time difference (matthew's on the east coast now) that doesn't even get any easier in the summers. leon fills up the space matthew took up in his life with other friends. more time with connor. other teammates. a dog. (it's a hassle, without someone living with him, but he's got a very generous neighbor and a big backyard and money to burn on fancy kennels if he wants.)

leon dates someone else, eventually. pretty seriously, living together kind of stuff. it is easier to deal with the dog this way. he learns just how annoying it is to play against matthew, and he tries not to laugh when matthew stares him down. the two of them get dinner with connor when the oilers are in raleigh (hey, we're playing the it almost happened game here anyway) and talk about the oilers circa 2017 experience. none of them win cups, but matthew gets the closest. leon determinedly isn't jealous, and sends him a nice text when the canes wash out in the conference final. again. but you know, it's not like leon misses him daily or anything. just at odd moments, when a play breaks down and he ends up with the puck, and he spins to find matthew on the ice, because matthew would've seen the same thing he did. and matthew's not there. matthew hasn't been there for years.

he doesn't ever ask if matthew's dating anyone, and matthew doesn't volunteer the information. he thinks it'll sting too much to find out, even though he is dating someone, and he hasn't told matthew about it.

matthew finds out, though, at an all-star game down the road. they're both there, and leon's boyfriend is too, and leon doesn't even introduce them. matthew's just saying hi to everyone, the way he does, and leon's boyfriend says leon invited him, and from the look on matthew's face, he doesn't even have to say boyfriend because matthew's got it all figured out. that shouldn't bother leon, and it bothers him a hell of a lot. (matthew's dated people too, but no one seriously enough to do something like this, and leon is right that he'd be hurt if he found out.)

leon signs a contract extension in edmonton. thinks about the possibility of retiring as an oiler. gets dumped, because his boyfriend gets tired of the late nights at home alone. the core of players he was striving for a cup with in edmonton is slowly breaking up. early-ish retirements. trades. the usual stuff. and leon wants to win, and he's starting to think that isn't going to happen in edmonton.

there's two years left on his contract and, well. he's looking, a bit. eyeballing other teams, looking at where he thinks he might be able to help the most. he has a full NTC, now, and the oilers won't be happy if he asks to be moved, but he thinks they'll make it happen. he can be flexible, a bit. he's good enough to command a decent return. connor will forgive him. he'll resent it, the freedom that his presence has given leon to do things like bail on the oilers when the going starts getting tough again, but he'll get over it. the deadline is creeping up now, and the oilers could still make the playoffs but it's looking more and more like they won't, and on the other side of the continent matthew's still -- well, he's not tearing it up like he used to, but he's putting together a decent season on a competitive team. and leon's jealous.

so he finally puts in the request. feels a little guilty but not enough to not do it. this is a business. he wants to win. he's won everything else, individually. maybe they've even won the president's trophy once or twice. but he wants a cup. the cup isn't the first thing he thinks about when all the chips are down and he's going to be matthew's teammate again.

it takes some getting used to, when it actually happens. matthew doesn't just plop back onto leon's wing and learn to read his mind all over again. matthew's an established guy on the team, he's already got a line. leon's playing a bit of wing, a bit of center. leon knows better than to have expected everything to just slot back into place but there was a stupid part of him that kind of wanted it anyway. it was so easy before! and now matthew's got a whole life here and leon's the interloper.

i think from here leon spends a while being in his feelings about it. not wanting to push too hard and upset the balance of this team, because they're winning. they're playing well. it feels good. but then the team's 2c gets hurt and he ends up slotting in, matthew on his wing again and oh, oh, that's the thing they used to have. leon is totally swept up in it, and along with it the crush he used to have on matthew. the thing that always felt like it could happen is still there, simmering under the surface. leon feels it when matthew slams him into the boards in a hug, and he feels it when matthew compliments him in a scrum and he feels it at the bar after the game, drink in hand and matthew leaning in close and grinning too wide.

it's not the same, exactly. they're both comfortably into their thirties now. older. more settled. matthew has a house in raleigh, which he never did in edmonton. even leon, uprooted midseason and in a new area, feels older and more stable than he ever did at 22.

they still don't act on it. matthew thinks leon got over it. leon doesn't want to rock the boat. but leon can't stop himself from pushing a little. touching when they don't need to. knees pressed together on the plane.

matthew does realize leon isn't over it somewhere in here. he's not an idiot. he knew what the vibes were back in edmonton, and he knows that leon's hand on his back at the bar isn't platonic. but leon doesn't push, and matthew's careful about these things. and they're winning, winning so much. winning in a way they weren't when they played together before, and it feels incredible.

gonna go big romance here and say this one ends when they win the cup. neither of them's on the ice but they pile off the bench together when the buzzer sounds, and after they've had their turns with the cup -- it feels even better than leon thought it would -- and after the night has finally wound down, leon grabs matthew by the wrist the way he's wanted to since matthew was 20 years old and so transparently trying to make everyone like him.

matthew comes toward him easily, until they're nearly touching, and leon finally, finally kisses him.

#i'm SO sorry this took so long #i think there's a lot to flesh out in here and it really feels like one of those stories where i'd have to write it to learn the story #which isn't bad necessarily but it is stressful; home by now was one of those and i was SO unsure of the character arcs #and to the person whose prompt i still haven't gotten to: i'm working on it #my fic #fic by daisysusan

[peste-bubonica]

In the corpse spouse AU how did y/n and eclipse first interaction go? (I need drawing material haha)

Eclipse: *exists*

Y/N:

It was loathe at first sight

But in all seriousness, I was gonna touch on this on next chapter, so I guess you can have this as a preview or something

Looking at him now, you can’t help but go back to when you first met him. You note, with no small amount of distaste, that despite the years that have passed, how little he has change.

The memories come unwillingly, feeling like hours in what were actually a few seconds. Images of a blue sky with white, fluffy clouds, people waking around minding their own business; screams of terror coming from children running out the forest, slight tremors beneath your feet in their wake. Your parents taking you home in a desperate run.

It wasn't until a few days later, when things had calmed down, that you saw what had caused such panic in the people.

You were called to deal with a new wealthy folk, one that apparently had made your town their home during the panic that had occurred. You didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't... whatever this was.

Giant machinery with two legs and two arms, and while the fact that it had managed to get clothes that fit, the thing that most captured your attention was its head in the shape of a sun.

You would even go to so far as to call its face mesmerizing were it not for the dark scowl being aimed directly at you.

You don't notice the sneer you aim back.

Scoffing, it looks behind you, to the messenger that came to fetch you.

"This is the best this town had to offer?" He? It sounded like a he, spit out, as if disgusted he was even talking to them. The audacity! "I wasn't even expecting much, but this is just embarrassing."

Now normally, you would avoid most negative comments to rude people that sought your help, but this... this thing just directly insulted your abilities to your face, and was being unnecessary unpleasant! There was a lot you were willing to endure; this wasn't it.

"–Whatever. Fleshling, you will do-"

"Shut up." You spat, voice positively venomous; so much, in fact, the machine recoiled slightly, before narrowing his eyes, insulted by the audacity of the small (to him) human.

"What," He lowered his head slightly to look at you directly in the eyes, an you swore that even at a distance, you felt heat coming off of him in waves, "did you say?"

Unfazed, you stare back unblinkingly before taking a step forward and pointing at his face. "I said, 'Shut. Up'."

Growling, the unnamed thing shoves his head even closer, so much that if you extended your arm, it would touch him, and you had no doubt you would get burnt.

"Now listen here, you pest!-" Not giving him a second to continue, you shove yourself even further, hand just hovering a few inches off his face.

"No, you listen here!" You exclaim, interrupting him again. "You asked for me, not the other way around. You do not get to boss me around as you wish. My services only include advice and an easier way to form relationships in this community, I will not tolerate another insult." Taking a deep breath, you try and calm yourself before you say something you shouldn't, "If you have a problem with it, then you are free to do whatever you need on your own."

Never had someone made you feel so pissed in your life. Honestly, you had received worse from the older generations at the beginning of your job, but it was as if he activated the fight response in you. Now, you were starting to get a little worried at the lack of an answer.

He doesn't speak and his face is blank; you don't know what he is thinking, and you honestly can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

Had you been able to read his mind, you would definitely settle on the latter.

In his mind, it's as if he is just now truly seeing you.

When he first came those few days ago, he immediately rose to the top; no one dared question him. What he demanded was done, and so help anyone that showed any rebellious attitude; a glare, then he wouldn't get any more trouble from them.

Yet now, here you stood, young, foolish, weak human, criticizing his manners, having the nerve to interrupt him, even after all the intimidation he did; standing your ground despite the fact that you could undoubtedly tell he could burn you if you got any closer.

'This feeling...' Whatever it was, he hadn't ever felt it before, and by god, he didn't want it to stop. The closest he had felt to this was that fateful night when he became free.

Making up his mind, he finally connects back to his body, noting that your eyes were less irritated but no less fierce. Smirking, he goes back to his full height, easily towering above most of the houses.

"Fine, then. Let's get to work, miss...?"

The sudden change takes you off guard, he can tell, if only because he was looking so intensely at you, otherwise he would have missed it. He didn't really need your name, the pathetic human that had gone to get you had only told him your surname, however.

"L/N"

Pity, he was hoping to get your name. No matter, he will get it from you one way or another. For now, he would enjoy this new feeling that seemed to be related to you.

"Pleasure. You will call me Eclipse."

#corpse spouse au #I'm so sorry this took so long #hope this is decent enough #frend :>

[the-heaminator]

“Dammit please don’t start crying” for the na bros 🙏🏽

I dont write enough of these two, let's change that, context of au in the tags

Nothing was going to plan right now, absolutely nothing, they had burned the cake to smithereens, it tasted fine, at least that's what Arthur said, but his taste buds were not to be taken seriously, and besides it looked quite like a cowpat.

He had gone off to stall Ivan somewhere, he was a good liar so they believed that he would be able to, Jack and Eleanor had been taken care of via an afterschool club that ran till 6, most ran till 4:30, but the science club was having its awards ceremony today so they were dealt with through an almost uncanny twist of fate.

Now it was up to those two to keep everything together, and both were failing miserably, Arthur had told them just to, in his words "Don't set the house on fire, flood it or find another way to destroy it." Those were his exact words, at least he wasn't expecting very much, though for Matthew at least that made it worse, not entirely sure why himself, but it made it worse.

Alfred knew Matthew tended to get volatile when under this kind of pressure, easily the most rational of all 6 of them, but even he had his moments, and by how anxious and fidgety he was now, this seemed like it was getting to be one of those moments, it was best to avoid him in such situations, Alfred knew this, off by heart nearly, it had happened enough times before that he knew what he was doing.

Matt was rushing about at almost a dizzying speed, pacing in the way Alfred usually did when excited, though more fevered, and of course, far less joyous, even sitting his leg was bouncing up and down irritatingly fast, Father had always been harder on Matthew than he had been on him, Alfred may have been the oldest, but he needed the spare to be even better, that was years ago, Father was dead now, but the remnants of that were still present, Arthur and Ivan's standards were odd, likely because they hadn't interacted with children for decades before them, their whole thing was that they could be really good at what they liked to do and be good enough to get decent grades at.

Matt had loosened up a lot under this system, because even under the agency, the teachers there were teachers of adults, they expected more of him than he was comfortable to provide, Alfred could usually keep up, and Jack wasn't expected to just yet, and he was stuck in the middle.

Matthew had gone pale.

This was not good, he stilled too, deep breath, that failed, he started to pace again, went up to his room, and closed the door behind him. Fuck.

Alfred rushed upstairs, Matthew had barricaded the door, he spoke through it, he was loud enough "Dammit, Mattie please don't start crying, let me in?"

Matthew didn't want to, he was being foolish, stupid, a fucking idiot, but he did anyways, Alfred immediately grabbed him and didn't let him go for a while, he may have not had the most tact when it came to...just about everything, but sure as hell could he try, Matthew was taller than him already, lanky bastard he was, Matthew stilled, either to do with comfort or because Alfred was stronger than he looked and his ribs were being abused.

A wet cough "Alfred...!"

He let go, "Are you good bro?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine."

He could hear Jack coming into the driveway, this was not good "Mattie, calm down dude."

"I am calm now, you are the one panicking Alfred?"

"Right, right." The door opened, Alfred and Matthew snuck down, Matthew's eyes were still a little red, Arthur caught the slightly wet look Matt had going on, but had absolutely no idea why that was the case, had he hurt himself?

The house was still in one piece and a twice over showed nothing, Ivan was occupied by Jack and Eleanor excitedly telling him something about snakes, Arthur caught their eyes and tried to question, Matthew shook his head and looked up the stairs, this was to be discussed later, but for now, the planning had to commence.

#Hws canada #Hws america #Hws England #Hws Russia #Hs New Zealand #Hws Australia #Spy au #the heam writes #Goliath! #Ok so context. You dont need much of it #basically in this au Alfred matt jack and zee (eleanor) had their parents killed by the spy agency that Arthur and Ivan work at #and bc arthur and Ivan are like in their late 40s at this point (it starts with them being like 47 to 48 and will end with them at lik52 to #they cannot physically deal other the demands of the job as well anymore and they get delegated to be informants #going undercover as a married couple with 4 kids. The kids being the ones mentioned prior but like Arthur and Ivan end up getting real real #And it's just like here its ivans birthday and everything's going to shit #Alfred is 14 matt is 13 jack is 10 and eleanor is 7 #I'm so sorry this took so long

[mischievouslittlewriter]

Ok so to start off I'm so so so sorry this has taken ages. I've had a really troublesome couple months. I hope you can all understand.

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The piano and the guitar

Louis x Male reader (he/him)

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The light shone in little portions, inching through the crevices of the windowsill. If you stood right in the middle of the room, you might find yourself with small light patches dotting separate parts of your body.

Never that big, and never that close. But there.

A piano key sounded out through the silent halls of Ericson.

Despite the moderate population, most were outside, attempting to enjoy the sun that rarely graced them with it's presence, often hidden behind a cluster of clouds.

'You're getting there, trust me.' Louis spoke, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You'd been attempting to learn the piano, with depressing results. You weren't BAD at it, per se, just not "experienced".

You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a look. 

'I'm hardly getting there. More like getting closer to throwing this thing out the bloody window.'

Louis plastered a fake look of alarm on his face, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

'Please don't, I need the piano.' He responded.

'I'm surprised they haven't chopped it into firewood yet.' You retorted, pressing another one of the keys.

'They tried.' He muttered.

'Oh, I'm sure that went down well.'

'I said if they got rid of the piano, I wouldn't help with hunting anymore.' He announced, proudly.

'.. You don't help anyway.' You pulled a face, raising your eyebrows.

Louis looked mock offended for a second, before looking thoughtful.

' 'spose you're right. Still, it worked, didn't it?'

'Considering we're using the piano right now, I'd assume it did.'

Louis rolled his eyes.

'Okay, enough of that. How about you grace me with the presence of your ever-so wonderful guitar, Sir Y/N?' You smirked. This was more like it.

'Gladly.' You stood, walking to the corner where your guitar spent it's days.It was slightly dusty, not that that could be helped, you supposed.

You rested it on your thighs, leaning against one of the tables. Louis was still seated, though his body was turned to face you.

You hadn't played in a while. But would you let that stop you? Hell no.

And so you played.

Maybe the world outside was a mess, maybe the majority of the population were dead. But at the moment,  it didn't seem like it mattered.

Because, in your world, there was just the two of you.

#twdg s4 #twdg louis #Twdg s4 x reader #Twdg male reader #Emficstwdg4 #I'm so sorry this took so long #Anon #Fluff #Atleast I tried #twdg s1 #twdg s2 #twdg s3 #the walking dead game #twdg x reader #twdg #Not proof read

[nihileth]

* ♡ 🌺 ──  ( starter for @amateruomi )

Dawn broke over the land, a celestial aura suffused the air with an ancient warmth that heralded her arrival. Eris shifted uneasily, her raven eyes reflecting a turmoil as she beheld Amaterasu's blinding glory. With her, she can see all colours. Before the sun goddess, Eris' true form unfurled: her stature imposing, standing at eight feet tall, rose-gold locks cascaded over her shoulders. Her plumage shimmers softly with an otherworldly gleam as it ebbed and flowed around her lithe form.

Eris stepped forward. A thin smile parted her lips slightly as she regarded Amaterasu.

"Great Sun Goddess," she starts, her voice a melodic contrast to her stern appearance. "Why does your radiance seek the company of void?" 

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, studying the air where the golden light kissed the shadow. There was a genuine thirst for understanding behind her question, an earnest quest for insight within her tone. In the pause that followed, Eris' gaze wandered over the horizon where dawn's tendrils had ceased their sprawl, as if awaiting permission to proceed. 

The glint of first light reflected off Eris' feathers as she unfolded her wings ever so slightly—an unconscious response to her deep reverie. She turned back toward Amaterasu awaiting her answer.

#٭ 🌺 ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ── 𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈 ¸ oudeis : existence blooms like a flower in the void seeking light in the vast emptiness. #i'm so sorry this took so long #i hope this is okay!!!

[dimensionalspades]

. Omnium felt like the ultimate challenge. The factories were terrifying by most metrics, filled with killer omnics that were building more killer omnics. The potential risk was through the roof, but the potential reward was shutting down that endless production, thus halting some portion of this Crisis.

. So, he just had to swallow any worries he had. Just death on the line, right? Say what you will about omnics, but they never engaged in torture or heretofore illegal methods of information gathering. You just had to worry about a relatively clean and quick death and letting down your team.

. "Somehow I was expecting a creepier building. Skulls or... something to scare off any humans." But the reality was that it was a very sleek building producing sleek models of death. They were presently on the 5th floor, having scaled the broken fire escape while fire was drawn elsewhere. "Not saying I'm upset, just. Y'know. Anyways, entry point. This door should have a shit locking mechanism." He shouldered it hard and the metal groaned. Another shoulder and it popped free, swinging open slowly. "Ta-da."

@moribundr

#i realized I didn't have a pre ow tag so now i do #yeet #lmk if I need to change anything! #i'm so sorry this took so long #.an impossibility made real ; sol.dier | crisis. #moribundr

[dirtytransmasc]

Kinda inspired by the Spellman kids asks but..

What if the Sully kids weren't the only kids who bonded to Spider? I imagine most of the kids in the Omaticaya played together, at least within their age groups, and eventually the Sully kids just....brought Spider along.

Some parents wouldn't like it, similar to Neytiri, while others didn't mind. Not all of them knew exactly who Spider's parents were, and some that do know, don't care.

Either way, it ends with a good chunk of young Omaticaya befriending Spider, and bonding with him. They see him as one of their own, regardless of him being human or the dislike and disapproval of their parents and elders.

They are not happy when Spider is kidnapped, and their unhappiness turns to anger when the Clan refuses to rescue him.

So they do it themselves.

Or try to, at least.

This becomes a problem for the recoms. Now they aren't being attacked, only because the kids don't wanna risk Spider getting injured or worse if a fight happens, but they are being hounded by a group of fucking teenagers.

The adults might have failed Spider but the kids he was raised with? They won't.

If getting him back means bullying a bunch of recoms, they will.

And frankly, I think the kids would be quite proud of themselves when they return, not only with Spider, but with a group of confused recoms as well.

Who would've guessed that it only took a group of rogue Omaticaya teenagers to completely ruin the RDA's recom plans.

quaritch and the squad are given a group of kids by eywa, and are left to attempt parenting, cause when you have upwards of a dozen kids refusing to leave until they get their friend back, they need some direction, as they start trying to figure out what the hell they're supposed to do.

they don't last long, the kids are really good at getting under their skin, and within a few weeks they've broken the recoms down; showing them life as eywa wills it, telling stories of before and after the war, pushing all of the emotional buttons. then they connect the recoms to eywa (they're quite convincing, considering their more then a dozen strong) and that's the last straw.

when they bring the recoms back to the village, with spider, to make uturu, the recoms are so confused, emotionally a mess, and they owe their lives to the kids.

the omatikaya just got a whole squad of military weapons full of inside info on the RDA, its the turning point of the war.

#i'm so sorry this took so long #adhd paralysis is a bitch #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #quaritch #recom squad #RDA #omatikaya #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water