#Burglar convention

[random-imaginess]

i’m obsessed with ur work rn omg :o can you please write a shayne x reader fic where it’s their first halloween together and they’re just indulging in all the mushy couple activities? like matching costumes, scary movies, pumpkin carving, sweater sharing, all the sweet cozy fall vibes? thanks so much! <3

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending in a request, and I appreciate your comments so much! I’m sorry it took a little bit to get posted. (Tumblr is being a pain and not letting me post things directly from my computer so I have to jump through hoops just to get these to post, it’s so frustrating!) I really hope this meets your expectations. There were so many ways I wanted to start this and so many options of what to focus on, I couldn’t decide! I do plan on posting another version of this that will capture more of a cozy couple-y vibe! And it will be longer! But I hope you like this as well!

Not to be dramatic or anything, but Halloween was THE best time of the year, and to say that you were excited to finally be able to start decorating for it would be an understatement. If you had it your way, and technically you could have, you’d keep your place decorated in a spooky aesthetic all year round! Or at least fall themed, though either option would be equally valid. This year particularly, though, you were even more excited because you were able to spend it with your boyfriend, Shayne. You and him had been friends for a little short of a decade so it wasn’t even close to being the first year you two did something together, but this year was different because you were a C O U P L E and it just hit different.

Practically since after the 4th of July you were in plot mode, having a serious conversation with him about what you were doing for Halloween. It was important to know what you were going to dress up as, and it was vital to get ahead of it so you had time to get on the same page about what you were doing. Costume parties were going to be starting soon, and you had to be ready! You had both talked about options; going as a salt and pepper shaker, Mario and Princess Peach, Morticia and Gomez Addams, or more cliché, Barbie and Ken (though Shayne would most definitely be an Allan)!

“We should go as a cat burglar!” You exclaimed out of nowhere, startling Shayne a bit as he adjusted a leaf garland he was hanging up. “What?” He chuckled. “For a matching costume idea. We could go as a cat burglar! I’d be a cat and you a burglar and together we would be a cat burglar!” You raised your brows, enthusiasm sketched all over your face like it was the most brilliant idea. “Say cat burglar again, I don’t think you said it enough times,” he teased playfully. “That would be pretty funny, though.” “Or OOOH!! Pennywise and Georgie! Wouldn’t matter who would be who!” Shayne just laughed, watching you go back to placing plastic pumpkins on the mantle above the fireplace.

“I think the best part of this costume planning is going to be watching you get all excited about what idea to go with,” he laughed again. Shayne’s ideas were more subtle, which was great too. You didn’t normally go crazy about the dressing up aspect of it, but this year you wanted to do something special since you had someone to plan this sort of thing with. And you appreciated him being such a trooper about it! “It feels weird getting this amped up about costumes because normally I would prefer to just stay in and have horror movie marathons, which you can expect we’ll be doing because you can’t not do that during the spooky season.” “Yes, of course. Though technically spooky season isn’t until October..” “That’s up for debate,” you retorted quickly, getting another laugh out of him.

“Spooky season should always happen directly after the 4th, just like they do it with Christmas after Thanksgiving. But TECHNICALLY, spooky season gets started August 1st because that’s when all the fun things start, like horror nights and spooky conventions.” You let out an excited squeal as you hyped yourself up all over again. “So many fun things are starting!!”

After finishing up the decorations, your placed mostly decked out with fall themed items; apple cider and pumpkin spice scented candles and black cats and garlands everywhere, you were very pleased with how it all turned out. Standing next to Shayne, you wrapped your arms around his waist and marveled at both of your work for a few moments. “It looks like a Spirit Halloween store threw up in here.” “I know, don’t you love it?” You grinned. Shayne wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squeezed, giving you a long hug before breaking it.

Thinking about what the next couple months were going to bring brought you so much joy. You were anxiously awaiting for the colder weather to kick in so you both could snuggle up on the couch with hot drinks and a crackling fire while you watched scary movies. You were excited for when you could carve pumpkins, make halloween goodies together, experiment with spooky themed bread because you knew Shayne would enjoy the hell out of that! There was so much to look forward to and you couldn’t wait to share this all with him.

#shayne topp imagines #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp

[jackles010378]

Instant Relief......

When a migraine hits you and you've ran out of your medication, Jensen knows exactly how to help relieve the pain 😏

(Jensen Ackles x you)

(Small amount of Smut so over 18s only please 🔞‼️)

You felt it coming on all day. You're lucky enough to be able to work from home as you're a freelance photographer.

Raiding the bathroom for your medication you let out a sigh of frustration. You had run out. It was late at night so nowhere would be open now. Shooting your boyfriend a quick text you turned your phone off, got changed into your pjs and crawled into bed. Turning off every light and putting your eye mask on you tried desperately to try and get to sleep.

Jensen arrived home and threw his bags on the floor by the door after returning from the convention he had just attended. You had been invited to go along with him but couldn't because you were commissioned to take pictures at a wedding all weekend.

It was late and all Jensen wanted to do was find you and wrap you up in his arms. He expected to find you working in your light room. He loved how passionate you were about photography. But when he didn't find you there, he went in search of you.

Walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom he heard a light moan. He opened the door to see you lying on the bed in the pitch black with your eye mask on. You had heard the door open and let out a sigh " I swear to god if you're a burglar I'm so not in the mood for this shit right now" Jensen let out a small chuckle at your response, which made you sit up slowly and remove the mask partially from your eyes.

"hey sweetheart you okay?" Jensen asked walking towards you. You didn't expect him home till the following morning, so you were pleasantly surprised when you heard his voice and let out a sigh of relief. Pulling up the eye mask you squinted at Jensen. He could see you were hurting. "hey baby, you got one of your headaches again, you want me to get your meds for you?" Jensen asked as he went to stand to go to the bathroom. You pulled on his arm and told him you had run out so you were trying to sleep it off, but you were having a hard time getting to sleep.

Jensen pulled you into a side hug and a thought came to him. You felt and heard him chuckle slightly "you know y/n, I have read something somewhere about different ways of getting rid of migraines that don't involve taking tablets, and it could be fun for us both", you looked up into his emerald eyes and noticed the playful smirk on his face. "Oh yeah, what would that be Mr. Ackles" you replied to him biting your lip. That always did things to him, you biting your lip. "Ok, so hear me out before you say no" you placed a finger on his luscious lips to silence him "when do I ever say no to you" you asked as you kissed his cheek.

You still had the eye mask resting on your forehead, Jensen reached up and pulled it back over your eyes.

For a moment you thought he was going to leave you alone when you felt him guide you to lie back down and he walked away from the bed. All he did was shut the door.

You were both in complete darkness now. With all your other senses heightened you felt a rush move through your body as you heard Jensen walking back over to you.

The bed dipped besides you indicating he was now sitting right by you. Jensen gently kissed you. You hummed into the kiss, sliding your hands around his neck as your tongues fought against each other. Jensen was always gentle with you, and you loved him for it.

His hand slowly made its way down your body until it reached your pajama bottoms. Your breathing increased with the anticipation of what you knew was about to happen. Finding his way to your sweet spot you gasped as his finger started to massage your clit slowly.

"They say an orgasm is a natural remedy for pain relief, shall we see if it works darlin" he whispered to you, a small smirk playing on his face. You could feel the small knot starting to burn in the pit of your stomach. You nodded in return, to which Jensen responded by inserting a finger inside of you.

Your back arched as his finger pumped in and out of you his thumb now circling your sensitive bud. He inserted a second finger to your surprise. You could feel your release sneaking up on you, and Jensen could feel it as your walls were pulsating around his fingers.

Jensen was now lying close by your side, pumping his fingers into you as his thumb picked up its pace circling faster trying to get you the release you needed. His other hand finds its way under your pajama top to find your breasts, massaging them both. He lent over you and kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your lips. He made his way down to your neck and sucked the sensitive part behind your ear that one spot that drove you wild and he knew it. That's all it took for you to be pushed over the edge. Jensen didn't stop pumping his fingers until you rode your orgasm out.

As your breathing returned to normal Jensen pulled your eye mask off carefully and kissed both of your eyes. He turned the bedside lamp on and turned back to you.

You opened your eyes slowly meeting his gorgeous green orbs, oh how you could stare at those eyes for the rest of your life. "Hey beautiful" he said to you pecking your lips, "hey yourself handsome" you said back pulling him back in for another kiss. "So, how did we do. Has the migraine gone or do you still have some pain" Jensen asked with a playful look on his face.

You leant up on your arm squinting at him "well, as much as that has relieved some of the pain, there is still a dull ache just behind my eyes, do you think we could er, you know do anything to get rid of it permanently?" Biting your lip again, that's all it took for Jensen to hover above you kissing you deeply and hungrily "oh sweetheart I could think of quite a few things we can do" you laughed as Jensen ravaged your neck and then your collarbone "am I glad you came home early" you told him "oh me too gorgeous, I missed you so much" "I missed you too Jensen, I love you baby" "love you too sweetheart". You reached over to turn the light off again but Jensen stopped you "leave it on, I wanna see that beautiful face of yours when I make you come again and again and again" he said to you between kisses.

That night Jensen managed to get rid of the migraine many times, and you were very grateful for him. You even considered ditching the medication now you found a new and much more fun way to relieve the pain!

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #supernatural #jackles #jensen ross ackles #spn cast #deanwinchtser #soldier boy #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #jensen ackles x female!reader #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles smut

[kingofdersecest-2]

Tell me a part of homestuck you feel is overlooked/underappreciated or a part you feel people interpret wrong

Oh Act 1 without a doubt. Its never a good idea to start off a recommendation of a thing with "Oh the first bit sucks" Which is what everyone does with Act 1. When it was Act 1 that got me hooked on Homestuck. I was two years late to the HS party, joining around 2011, so all the trolls and shit were already in the mix, and I learned about Homestuck from an anime convention. A nepeta cosplayer told me about Homestuck unironically.

So that night I got home went onto my computer, googled homestuck, got into the first page and started reading. It didnt take very long for me to like it, and the page that got me into Homestuck isnt very far in, its when John is in his living room looking around and hes commenting on the clowns that are around his living room. "At night you pray for burglars."

Which to this day I still find to be so fucking funny. Praying for your house to be broken into so the thieves can take your dads awful home decor is really funny to me. Act 1 is filled with these weird jokes that I still find to be really good. True, it is a bit of a mess because at the time, Hussie was still listening to the request box, but he still had an idea to where the story was going to go, its not like he was only going to listen to the box forever, and eventually he did stop, dunno when he did. But yeah, Act 1 is definitely something I think people underestimate.

#homestuck #anon ask

[seat-safety-switch]

When you’re looking at a house to purchase, don’t just look at the house itself. Check out the neighbourhood. You’ll want to know where the primo parking spots are for shitbox cars, especially if you expect that you might be returning home one day only to find the cops have surrounded your place. In that case, you’ll have to beat a hasty retreat, after changing your wheels, which are ideally registered under a false name or to a proxy corporation that will hold up long enough for you to get out of the city. It’s also important to make sure that any home improvement jobs have taken out the correct permits.

When I became a realtor, it wasn’t easy. A lot of work was involved. It took almost six classes of night school, and being able to legibly sign my own name on the exam. If you’re wondering why I said “almost” six, it’s because I showed up late to lessons 3 and 5 because of car trouble. Now I’m allowed access to the secret realtor database, which I’d be able to use more often if I had a computer more advanced than a TRS-80 Model III that is at least ten percent made out of Fiat parts.

Even so, I’ve been accepted into a local realty office. This is sort of like a street gang, for those of you who grew up in more aspirational neighbourhoods, and confers upon me a functioning computer. From there, I can look up all the homes in the neighbourhood that have things like: garages, back yards, RV pads, running water, and the all-too-often overlooked front yards for storing more shit-box cars. And, more importantly, I know which ones are vacant.

Really, I’m doing these people a public service. Without a constantly-rotating pile of leaky crapcans sitting in the driveway, burglars might break in and rip all the copper out of the walls. I get to store my Geo Metros and Pontiac Tempests, and they get to sleep tight in whatever home in their massive property empire that they actually own. It’s service like this, and my willingness to overlook difficulties like “forged identification” and “imaginary sources of income,” which is why I collect a generous nineteen-percent fee on any house or commercial property that I do sell.

You might think that this is unethical, or at the very least a breach of the guidelines of my profession. That’s a very funny joke, and I will tell that to the other realtors at our national convention. One of the other guys in the group likes to set up hidden cameras in the bathrooms when he does an open house, so he can catch people flossing their teeth. Really enjoys that kind of thing, probably way too much. Has he been caught? You bet. Has he gotten in trouble for it? Nope. You better believe I came home and inspected every inch of my poop palace, though.

[creative-soul-22]

Tell me more about your Wendy Leach backstory please?

(I'm fr invested in it now!!)

Hii ☺️

OMG your ask makes me so happy 🥰 Thank you so much for asking!

Plot details under the cut:

When a young Wendy gets in trouble with the law, young barrister Archie Leach helps her out. They hang out in the pub and Archie starts visiting Wendy's races since she's a renown equestrian taking part in national races. They fall in love. Their parents, however, are not quite happy with this relationship.

But Wendy and Archie marry and soon thereafter welcome their daughter Portia.

This changes their lives completely: they stop going to the pub and Wendy rests her equine activities.

They start to fit in the conventions of the society they once fought against. They become sensible parents. Archie founds his own law firm as soon as he has the chance to do so and Wendy becomes sort of a housewife. She looks after Portia, makes social connections such as meeting for lunch with Marjorie Brooks, playing three rubbers with Philippa Hunter, etc. the social life of the rich, you know. But to fit in the conventions has a very high price: their love fades.

Then Wendy gets the necklace and she is so happy because it shows her Archie still loves her. Shortly after that he asks her to give the necklace back but Wendy says no.

Soon thereafter, a burglar breaks in to their house and steals her necklace. She is traumatized and needs Archie's company but he rushes off to conference.

She comes to terms Archie might have an affair and is devastated. Then she's proven right in court when he humilliates her by publicly calling Wanda "darling", admitting the affair. Wendy slaps him and divorces him.

Archie feels free, finally being able to officially date Wanda but Wendy feels heartbroken and grieves the end of her marriage.

Their lives changes again: Archie setting off to Rio with Wanda and 20 mio. $, Wendy losing her necklace and Archie. She's a single mother of a teenage girl now.

But eventually, she realizes the divorce might has set her free, as well...

#asks #ask 22 #a fish called wanda #a fish called wanda fanfiction #wendy leach #maria aitken #wendy leach fanfiction

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Here I am with other TLK 80s AU installment! *Uthred, Finan, Sihtric & Osferth are buddies since their late teens. Beocca is the reason as he was a priest that ran a non-profit for struggling teens in community house. Hild was there as well. She is known as a non conventional woman of God, because she's into karate and is known for catching a burglar who wanted to steal the money from the parish. *Alfred is a city mayor who is now a devout Christian, but was a die hard hippie in his youth. Hence the birth of Osferth. He refuses to acknowledge the existence of his son. It's still a well known secret tho. *Sihtric did not experience what normal family means until he met The Boys, Beocca & Hild. He considers them his family even if they are not blood related *He's also into hair metal bands & is proud of his new WHS system. MTV is almost always on when he's home. *Finan considers Uthred his closest friend, but he doesn't want to say that the mullet looks horrible on him. Low key a fan of Cindy Lauper.

Y E S. Sihtric sounds like a dream guy. and Alfred???? Makes total sense.

[smartycvnt]

jetlag heart

pairing: jon moxley x reader

summary: jon surprises you by coming home early.

Falling asleep on the phone with Jon was not the same as falling asleep next to him. You hated having to be away from him for so long. Usually, the longest periods of time you spent apart were a week and a half, but AEW had been keeping him busy. As you woke up, you noted that it officially marked a month since you had gotten to wake up next to him. You didn't want to get out of bed and make yourself a breakfast you'd have to eat alone, so you just flopped back and closed your eyes again. Maybe by some miracle, you'd open them again and Jon would be back. That was ridiculous though, he wasn't due back home for another couple of days since Tony had booked him for a convention a few states away.

You were debating the logistics of flying out there to see him when the scent of cheap coffee invaded your senses. It was a generally unpleasant scent, but one that you knew could only be caused by one person. You didn't ever use his coffee, or his coffee machine for that matter, so Jon had to be home. Either that or you had a burglar who couldn't find the expensive shit. Eager to see which it was, you pulled on a pair of Jon's sweatpants and rushed downstairs. Standing with his back turned to you at the stove was Jon, whistling some song as he made you breakfast.

"I missed you," you said as you threw yourself at his back. Jon leaned back into your embrace, sighing happily. "When did you get home?"

"Few hours ago. I figured you'd still be asleep, so I slept on the couch," Jon told you. You gave him a quick little squeeze before stepping beside him to see what he was doing. Cooking was definitely a thing Jon liked doing by himself, but he always let you have an up-close look. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

"Next time don't burn your coffee," you teased. Jon rolled his eyes as he took a sip from his mug. He tried to argue that it wasn't burnt and offered you a taste, but you refused. "I thought you had extra stuff to do before you could come back."

"Convention had to let a few spots go, I asked if I could be one of them, and here I am. Besides, there's only so long you can go without seeing me," Jon teased. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just as bad without you that you were without him. He just wouldn't admit it, but the second breakfast was over, he'd drag you to the couch and cuddle with you for the rest of the morning.

"You could just say you missed me. I know it's been hard being in a different time zone for a whole month," you said. Jon gave a little nod in agreement as he turned off the stove. You took a step back as he carefully assembled the two breakfast sandwiches that he had made. You reached for your own plate to take to the living room, but he insisted on carrying it for you.

"There," Jon said as he nodded towards the big recliner that wasn't usually even in the living room. You knew that the first thing he must have done after getting home was carrying that thing up from the basement. You sat down on the recliner, leaving enough room for him to join you. He handed you your plate and then sat down next to you. Immediately, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead.

"You really didn't miss me that much?" you asked him.

"I guess it was getting a little hard to fall asleep and wake up by myself," Jon admitted. "Eddie's great and all, but the guy argues way too much about being the little spoon. Then Claudio's all muscle so his body is a little too hard. Wheeler tried his best, but the smell wasn't quite right. Regal wouldn't even indulge me, which was pretty fucking rude if I do say so myself."

"You're ridiculous," you laughed.

#aew #aew x reader #aew imagine #aew imagines #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley #jon moxley imagine #jox moxley imagines

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Hidden Traps

Meet Cute Monday 38

For @izanae for being amazing 😘❤️

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Jason stared as Roy fiddle around with the plant pot that stood in his apartment's hallway. Roy had shoved the small gravel stones to the side and started to dig to pull out another larger grey stone, which he twisted open to reveal two small apartment keys. Having fished one out he reassembled the hidey hole key situation and reassembled the plant and pot, so it looked like nothing happened.

“You do realise that it would be just as easy to pick your locks, right?”

“But then I’ll look like a burglar, this way if anyone catches me, I can say I’m doing plant care.”

“You live here. Surely your neighbours recognise you and would get it.”

“Yes! They do, this was my neighbour’s idea.”

“Then why?!”

“...”

“Roy.”

“... she’s cute. You can’t resist those big blue soulful eyes she gives you.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re make things hard for ya self, due to a girl.”

“You would too.”

Jason rolled his eyes at his friend's ridiculousness as they entered the now unlocked the ‘traditional’ way apartment with traps/alarms/security all disengaged. Roy watched as Jason dumped the groceries on the kitchen counter and started to move the kitchen space with a familiar ease putting things away and pulling other stuff out to start cooking dinner. He slammed the fridge door closed slightly harder than it needed muttering to himself about Roy’s ‘ridiculousness’, just to see the strange picture that really wasn’t in Roy’s apartment last time he visited slip off the wall.

“Roy?”

The man in question looked up from the table where he was fiddling with his latest contraption that was associated with his bow and just hummed at Jason.

“Why the hell do you have a picture of a hidden safe on the wall??”

“Because I’m renting and not allowed a real one.”

“......”

“Mars helped chose the picture and said it would be cool to have a hidden wall safe, but it sucked that renting we couldn’t so like we both came up with the idea of having a fake one.”

“And Mars is your neighbour? And you just went along with it??”

“She is very convincing when she’s all sweet and nervous. You can’t say no. It’s like kicking a wet kitten, you just can’t.”

“You just compared your neighbour to a wet kitten.”

“She’s little and cute.”

“Whatever loser, hang the picture up properly this time.”

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The pair were eating Jason’s prepared dinner going over the plans for their next mission when there was a knocking at Roy’s door. Jason raised his eyebrow questioningly at Roy as he was sure that they weren’t expecting company anytime soon. If they did, it was more likely to enter via a window than the more ‘conventional’ method of via door. Roy dragged himself up and mooched over to the door checking the peep hole before he opened it. Suddenly Roy’s voice tone changed as he spoke to the person on the other side. Curious to his friend's sudden strange behaviour Jason got up to investigate too.

Talking to Roy was a petite woman with dark hair that shimmered blue in the florescent light of the hallway. Roy had implied that his neighbour was a shy cute fragile thing not this hot sexy fae like woman. Her dark tight jeans hugged her legs, her (red hood not arsenal) red crop top showed just enough abs to hint at she worked out and had muscles hidden in her lithe frame with her burgundy jacket sealing the deal on h-o-t.

Roy had been holding out on him.

“Oh! You’ve got guests, I’ll leave. You don’t need to worry...”

“Mars!”

“I get, you don’t have to. I’ll ask someone else...”

“Marinette!”

Roy’s sharper tone broke through her nervous ramblings.

“I’ll do it. It’s only Jay so it doesn’t count as a guest. And what you’re asking isn’t a big thing.”

As she started to nervously bite her painted red lips and twiddle her fingers that Jason got it. Her shimmering blue eyes looking up at Roy through dark lashes had Jason understand why his friend couldn’t say no. Despite her dress and appearance of confidence at the start of the conversation, the way she curled into herself like she was certain of rejection made it bring clear images of injured kittens. Saying no seemed like an impossible task. Especially when Jason heard what her request was, though he didn’t like it and could see the subtle tenseness in Roy’s muscles agreeing with his thoughts.

“So, you don’t mind? I understand if you don’t want to, but it would make my friend feel better. And me...... it would reassure me as well.”

The chewing on her lip with her nervous smile was adorable.

“Mars, I told you before, I’m happy to help. We’re friends. I want you safe too. I’m sorry I never thought about this before but considering we live next door I guess it never came up. Come in and I can see if my phone is charge. You can ignore Jay, he’s a pain who’s visiting.”

Relief seemed to flood her body with Roy’s comments. Jason caught her cautious sneak looks at him before returning her full attention to Roy.

“Thank you! And don’t worry about your phone. I’ll just put my number and restaurant name on a piece of paper, and you can text me with your number when its charged. I should be back by 11 latest, I think. It’s first date so I just want to get to know the guy better for the moment. Nothing more.”

Jason scrambled and grabbed a piece of paper from the table and held it out to her who responded with a soft grateful smile, which was almost sinfully innocent, as Roy led her in. Reaching in her bag so took out a permanent marker and wrote the name of the restaurant on the paper before opening the pen to pull out a smaller pink marker which she wrote her number in with heart signed at the end when she beamed up at the men.

“What’s with the pen inside a pen?”

“Oh, ummm,” a slight blush dusted her cheeks as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I like making secret hiding places for things, but I have nothing to hide so umm yeah, I hid everyday things instead. I have this bolt which I hide my hay fever medicine... but it also makes a good surprise weapon since I’ve tied a ribbon round it.”

Jason suddenly understood another reason why Roy was so taken by his neighbour. She was hot as hell, but as cute as a kitten with a passion for making quirky things. No wonder Roy had heart eyes and was trying to be all puffed up muscles with the woman despite him looking more like an adoring puppy. Hell, he was starting to get catch some sort of protective feels for her too.

“Do you have a taser? Shall I call you at 10 to check in? Did you want us to take you there and pick you up?”

“...”

“Roy, I’ll be ok. Taser is in my bag along with my electric yoyo. I’ve got a taxi taking me to the restaurant and will get one back. I’ll be fine, you worrywart.”

“I’m checking in at 10. If I get no reply, I’m coming to get you.”

Marinette rolled her at Roy’s dramatics, cocking her hip looking up at him with a pout and shimmering eyes.

“I’m not a kid. I’m not a helpless damsel Roy. I can look after myself, so you don’t need to go all big brother mode on me. I was giving you info so I can I felt safer as its easy for you to check given you live across the corridor, but if you’re gonna be a drama queen about it forget it. I’ll let someone from work know instead.”

That caused Jason to pause. Big Brother. Interesting. He had originally thought Roy was interested in his neighbour. Taking in both their stances, Jason reassessed his original thoughts and observations as to whether he read the situation correctly.

Oh, ooooooh, he got it now. He could see the similarities, with the hair which shines blue in the lights, her sapphire kitten eyes, the flitting between nervousness and confidence. Marinette reminded him of Lian, and Roy was channelling his protective vibes towards her since he couldn’t currently do this to his little girl.

Jason watched as Roy spluttered and tried to rein in his mother-henning all the while he endeavoured to subtly place trackers on the woman as she looked unamused at his form of care. Taking pity on his co-disaster friend Jason decided to step in, even if it meant letting the woman leave the apartment for a ‘date’.

“Hey, it’s ok Pixie, no need to worry about Roy being all smothering ya. I’ll keep ‘im in line. You go enjoy your date and we’ll check in with ya later.”

Pausing Marinette took in Jason’s appearance, finally paying him more attention than cursory glances as she leant back into Roy side while she assessed him carefully. Blinking quickly with a light blush that grew on her cheeks, Marinette nodded to herself with whatever she found before breaking into a wonky smile.

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll... I’ll talk to you two later. Thank you, Roy.”

“Wait! Take this with you!”

Roy moved and grabbed a tube of what looked like hand cream. Marinette paused tilting her head at him as she took it off him and slipped it into her bag.

“Look, it’s a distress beacon. Like the one we’re working on for the hairbrush. I... It’ll reassure me that you have something that you can easily use to warn me if things are going wrong, ok.”

Marinette lent in to give him a hug and soft smile.

“Thanks Roy. I’ll use that. Same principle as the other one? Twist it 45 degrees, push in and twist back?”

“Yeah, now go be safe.”

With another quick hug and a quick wave to Jason, Marinette quickly escapes the apartment fully loaded with hidden gadgets by the sounds of things.

At Roy’s sigh Jason crossed his arms and gave him a raised eyebrow in hope of getting answers out of his friend. Jason snorted at Roy’s huff and pout as the pair conversed with facial expressions alone as they went back to the cooling meal.

Smirking at his friend, Jason leant back in his chair with his plate empty and turning Roy's new arrow gadget around with his fingers.

“So, when do we kit up!”

“I thought you we’re meant to be ‘keeping me in line’?”

“This is. You’ve let her go. Now we shadow from a respectful distance and observe just in case.”

“Just in case?”

“Well, it’s like a stake out. We need to back sure her date isn’t a prick. And you never know, the restaurant could be a front.”

“So, tailing my neighbour for ‘just in case’ is now acceptable, where an hour ago you’d were calling me a loser for creating fake safes with Mars.”

“You didn’t say she was hot and completely needs to be protected earlier.”

“You think she’s hot?”

“What...”

“Jay, Jaybird, Ex Boy Wonder, Jason, you just said you think Mars is hot?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did! That’s why you’re happy to follow her.”

“Nope! I just don’t want an evening of you moping around worrying about your baby sister neighbour. Plus, the weather is perfect for an evening rooftop run.”

Roy looked at Jason with knowing eyes and shoved his final mouthful of food in, slowly chewing as he weighed up his response.

“Whatever, Birdbrain. You just want to check out the competition, but works in my favour, I don’t trust the guys she keeps getting set up with. Let’s suit up.”

Jason grinned at his friend; he’d gotten a silent approval to get to know the creative, quirky woman next door.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #jasonette #platonic roynette #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #roy x Marinette #marinette x roy

[aurora-313]

I would DM you, but if you decide to answer I think what you will say will interest more people than just me.

Do you think that Rukia's blind believe in Ichigo's greatness and goodness was because of Kaien and Ichigo's resemblence with him?

And if so, when did she truly started to see him as a separate person?

To me it seems that she gets attached to Ichigo to hard to soon, two months isn't really believable. I could get him, he's a teen and she has literally fallen from the sky and saved him from depression. Ichigo's defining moment was his inability to save his mother, his protectoress from death, him saving Rukia feels a bit as bookends, and actually the great personal stakes and this is personal battles were after that supplanted by over -the-top shonen paint by numbers battle scenes.

At the beginning both Rukia and Ichigo were people with a lot of emotional baggage.

This is a very layered question.

Rukia does see echoes of Kaien in Ichigo but that's not unique. Everyone of note in Soul Society's arc does, which is unsurprising because those qualities; the impetuousness, the moral virtue, the ferocious determination to follow that morality through to the bitter end in defiance of edicts and convention - they're all defining traits in the Shiba family. In the Kurosaki family too but ignoring that.

But I don't think Rukia latched onto Ichigo specifically because he looked like Kaien, though that might've been a tertiary factor. Especially in the case of Byakuya choosing to spare his life pointedly because of that resemblance. At the same time, I wouldn't be shocked to learn Rukia subconsciously saw Ichigo as her second chance.

A post by @kodoku-no-maria which posits the theory that Ichigo was originally intended to be Kaien's reincarnation before Bleach's story got lost up its own ass best encapsulates this idea. I quote their specific comparison:

She [Rukia] was afraid when Kaien died

She was brave when she met Ichigo

She ran away (Kaien)

She took action (Ichigo)

She couldn’t save Kaien from a hollow

She saved Ichigo from a hollow

She pierced Kaien with her sword and he died

She pierced Ichigo with her sword and he, you could say, was born

Her sword couldn’t save Kaien

Her sword saved Ichigo

She couldn’t be of any help to Kaien, felt powerless

She became the source of Ichigo’s power

Ichigo and Rukia both had extraordinary amounts of baggage at the start of the series, and through their brief interactions over two months (two months where she's been living in his bedroom wardrobe mind you), Rukia helped Ichigo by giving him the power he's always wanted to protect others, but helping him confront his demons and his mother's murderer. While it seems fairly one way initially, we need to take a revelation made in the SS arc into account.

The one thing that Rukia has always craved since being adopted into the Kuchiki clan, and the one thing Kaien and Ichigo gave her during their respective times with her, is normalcy.

Even when Rukia met the Shiba kin for the first time. When greeting Kaien, he responded with 'WTF was that?! I'm your XO ya little runt! Show some respect!"

When Rukia happened upon Ichigo's room, "WTF?! You're a crappy burglar! Get the hell outtta here!'

Both very normal reactions for the situations.

In those two months in the living world, Rukia wasn't the Kuchiki's leader's adopted sister; she wasn't an adopted noble expected to maintain some vaunted flaccid sense of hypocritical propriety; no expectations of any kind. She was an ordinary teenager going to an ordinary high school, living an ordinary life with occasional bouts of supernatural thrown in. Even though Rukia knew those days would inevitably come to an end, those two months would've been an absolute dream for her, where theoretically her biggest worry would've been an occasional hollow and finishing homework. I'd go so far as to claim it was a sinful indulgence considering the burden of her self-perceived sins.

And when Ichigo infamously blocked the Sokyoku, the blade as powerful as a million Zanpakutou, it was one of the first steps in helping Rukia recognise - or rediscover the value of her life. And later on when she defeats Aaroniero, she remembers a lesson and accepts that fact that Kaien had entrusted his heart to her, and that heart cannot live on if she values herself so little.

To summarise my longwinded ramble:

Rukia and Ichigo were mutual catalysts for each getting over their own individual traumas and moving on to live healthy, happy and productive lives, absolved of the perceived guilts and tragedies that used to weigh them down.

#ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #kaien shiba #bleach #my rambling

[cerebricarchives]

👨‍💼: well hey there a little Timmy what you got there?

🧒: it's my allowance and all the money I earned mowing lawns all week! That's right 12 smacking bucks!

👨‍💼: well hey little Timmy with that money you could get yourself a one way ticket to six flags.

🧒: well gee williker's Mister maybe, but I'm saving up for the new skateboard that's about to drop. it's $99 and I got to save up!

👨‍💼: an investment huh? Well little Timmy where are you going to keep your hard earned money from little sister Mandy over there, or even worse criminal burglars in your area?

🧒: well gee mister, than ever crossed my head. Say what do you know anything about that mister...?

👨‍💼: Larson but please little timmy, just call me Isaac. As CEO of Metalix industries, we purely care about your safety of your personal items and most importantly your life. We've come a long way from so simple designs as the, A7 Safe with thumbprint lock, to modern day infrared instant lock laser grids. Serving you security needs since (the timeline for this needs to be like corrected otherwise I look like a guy that I don't know what I'm talking about like I want to say with modern heroes die it does take place in 2047 so I want to say metalix industries it's probably founded I want to say late 2020 like 2020s I only have to like run that in my head to figure out the exact date but you know let's move on) our grand turnaround has developed us to a new future for the industry. Stay tuned at this convention and shucks hold up what fucking convention was this again-

*the TV screen fee cuts off to a technical issues image as jazzy music plays*

🦾: well at least I'm not fucking this night up.

👨‍💼: you got to have it in you okay. You're starting things off first kicking off the entire line and everyone will remember you for that of course after introductions and such.

🦾: and which screen babe did you decide to get on this podium tonight buddy.

👨‍💼: I I couldn't get your man all right, I mean there's just no way I'm going to let some b-list celebrity get up on that stage and talk something that doesn't know of.

🦾: the guy has an actual degree in micro technology. The guy knows the stuff you know?

👨‍💼: yeah and our employee of the month for the 4th month in a row played nice this year.

🦾: no details.

#heroes die: mo #out of thought

[pearlvines]

- LEAD ME BLINDLY | BUCKY B.

summary: bucky’s friendship with you is one that he treasures, holds closest to his heart. After a night of patching up, he gets too close for comfort and steps back. Neither of you can take being alone.

word count: 2.7k

pairing: bucky barnes & f!reader

a/n: same bed? guilt? yearning?  song: from the dining table - harry styles

Bucky met you while grocery shopping. The first time he independently went grocery shopping, actually.

You were squatting in the canned food section, your little basket filled to the brim with discount pesto sauces and spaghetti. He listened to you quietly mutter about the conventions of canned tomatoes as he eyeballed a jar of jam he had no real interest in, other than it was cheap.

You eventually asked him to reach up and grab a can of pineapple for you from the top shelf. He eyed you quizzically and asked you what you were making as you tossed two cans in your basket. You smiled, a small one with a dazzle in your eye, and invited him to find out.

On that day, he looked over at his measly grocery haul, which included a stale bread roll and some packaged salad, and decided what you were making couldn’t possibly be any worse.

He was wrong, truly wrong. Your cooking was quite inarguably some of the worst he’s ever tasted, although he’d never tell you. You’d serve it to him enthusiastically, night after night, and he would swallow the taste of burnt plastic with a tight lipped, but proud smile.

He was, after all, a man that survived on war rations and much less. He was not one to complain, really ever.

Besides, the cooking wasn’t really the point of the whole thing. He’d made a friend. You were his friend. He could show up for dinner with a crumpled dessert and a sheepish smile, and you’d beam at him and laugh, and draw him in with a silent happiness. You’d kindly listen to the stories he was willing to tell, or you would tell enough stories for the both of you that he wouldn’t need to speak.

He smiled deeply when he saw you, or thought of you. He figured that's what friendship was.

In retrospect, it was a bad decision really. It was dark, and winter was creeping through the Brooklyn alleyways quickly and mercilessly. One stab wound was usually nothing to set him back, maybe cause him a bit of a delay on the way home. 

Five was an issue.

He slumped against the harsh brick, his head flopping forward as he huffed. His breath manifested in front of him as little puffs rising up in the air, as if he were smoking. For the first time in decades, god, he wished he was smoking. It would take the edge off.

This little outing was unauthorised, and not a particularly ethical or safe one either. Bucky was a restless soul. He figured that any time he spent patrolling and protecting was passing better than writhing under his silk sheets, the soft lumps of his mattress sitting incorrectly in between his shoulder blades. He was a soldier, after all. Soldiers have no use for whatever superheroes do.

He really didn’t know how a couple fucking burglars got the better of him. Just for a few seconds. Maybe he was tired. Slow. Slow and blind in his left eye. Maybe he wanted a reason to see you. Five reasons was a bit much, bloody and festering, and it’s not like he necessarily needed a reason to see you, but it was late into the night and he didn’t have anything in his tiny rucksack to call ahead about or present at the door. It just seemed a bit rude.

Either way, he trudged his way through the thin layers of fresh snow, bleeding but breathing, until he arrived at your apartment door. He rehearsed a million apologies in his head, for waking you up, for pulling you from bed, for scaring you with his broken appearance, for making you stitch him together like an old teddy bear. He didn’t expect you to be waiting for him.

“You didn’t answer your phone.”

“Y’called me?” He drawled, the unearthly tiredness finally hitting him like a freight train. You grasped his forearm, the one that he had splayed over a lot of his wounds, and led him quietly inside. He almost fell into your very presence, like the crushing weight of winter air had lifted. You smelled like spring.

“Steve called me,” Never tell Steve anything, he silently noted, “You weren’t in the compound.”

“I’m grown. I’m allowed to be out&about.”

You cocked a brow, moving the fruit bowl from your kitchen island and inviting him to sit, “Is that what you were doing? Being out and about?”

“Yup. Out.” He huffed, bloodied skin folding together as his posture slumped, his hands holding the sides of the counter with blistered fingers and aching, cybernetic joints.

You had a habit of not asking. Sometimes Bucky liked it, sometimes he didn’t. He knew he only came to you when things were bad, when he needed you. You knew he didn’t want to be a nuisance. Bucky deeply liked the idea of someone asking after him. Of someone being worried the way his mother used to worry.

You quietly left, slinked away to fetch the first aid kit. He sat in silence, his eyes tracing the details of the wooden cabinets that held your glassware, and that one My Little Pony bowl that you push especially far to the back when he comes over. He knows you have it though. He ate vanilla ice cream in it once. You’d already fallen asleep.

 He’d seen this kitchen a thousand times. He could point out a thousand more little details. Same with every other room in your dingy little place. The way your couch cushions fell under his weight. How sometimes you need to turn the TV on, and then off, and then on again to get it off mute. How your bathroom sink doesn’t drain fully until you hit it on the side. He knew every inch of your place. It felt more like home than anything ever did. You made it that way.

“So, slight issue,” You come back into his eyeline, a small scrunch in your nose, “I’ve got regular bandaids, but not the latex-free ones. You’re gonna have to go home with a rash, but!” You plunged your hand back into the bag, rummaging around, your tongue slightly peeking from your lips. Triumphantly, you emerged, your hand clutched around something that you slowly unfurled with a smile, “Ointment.”

He laughed tightly, his smile beaming still, “You’re gonna put bandaids on stab wounds, duckie?” You smacked his arm, which elicited a proper, painful chuckle. 

You tutted, “You have a scrape on your forehead, smartass.”

Oh. He lightly pressed his unbandaged fingers to his hairline, pink-ish blood painting the tips when he brought them back down. He didn’t even notice. It was buried mostly in his hair.

The two of you spent the rest of the night barely talking, sitting in a comfortable silence while you shakily guided stitches through his skin. Your fingers would occasionally brush small spots, the arch of his torso, the side of his forearm. His skin would tingle.

He couldn’t explain it. He couldn’t explain why he kept coming back to you. You patched him up once, for convenience. It wasn’t an intimate moment. He needed a bandage and some scotch tape.

It was selfish, he figured. Coming back to your apartment because he was comfortable, because he was afraid of a scold from Steve. It was selfish that he came back with wounds that got worse and worse. He couldn’t understand why he designated you that role in his life. You were his friend, not his nurse. He almost up and ran out the front door.

“All done.” You smiled up at him, a beam. He just looked at you, softly, quietly, “Well, come on! Up on your feet soldier!”

He laughed, pushing himself away from your kitchen counter, his body moaning with the movement, “Maybe too soon for that, captain sir.”

You eyed him, his bare torso stretching unhappily, “You’re staying with me tonight,” You already started pleading when you saw his eyebrows cock, his eyes change stern, “Come on, Buck. You can barely move. What are you gonna do? Robot walk home?”

He chuckled defeatedly, letting you lead him away from the kitchen with little resistance. You settled him on your bed, and somewhere, deep in his mind, he’d thought about this a lot. He dismissed it quickly when he spoke, “Hey, come on now, duck. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You laughed audibly, tossing the throw pillows on your bed to the ground, and pulling back the blankets, “What are you? My gentleman caller? We’ll be just fine in the same bed.”

He was frigid. He’d stayed late before, later than was probably polite, but never overnight. He moved slowly, tucking his legs under the blankets and pressing his back to the headboard. His eyelids were closing, the heaviness of the night slowly catching up with him. He refused to yield.

You had tucked yourself further down in the bed, your arms splayed underneath your pillows, eyes closed, mouth mumbling, “You’re not gonna die if you sleep for one night.”

Maybe he would.

He sat up for a lot longer than should’ve been possible, really. Felt you drift to sleep beside him, your breathing slowing, body relaxing. Fighting sleep, fighting thoughts about you that seemed unfair.

You were a friend. Friends was fair. You had dinner together occasionally, talked and laughed and opened up. Friends was a fair label for what the two of you were. And yet.

Something about this wasn’t friendly. About how you waited up for him, called after him. How you stitched together a bloody supersoldier with no questions asked in the middle of your kitchen at midnight. More than once, actually. He hadn’t had friends in a while, maybe he couldn’t tell the difference.

The puzzle of why he kept coming back, kept circling back to you was splayed out for him to solve. He thought he was selfish. Wouldn’t be the first time. He just enjoyed your company and kept coming back at your expense because he didn’t want a machine to fix him. 

He looked over to you. You were turned into him, curled up with your arms stretching out in his direction, fingers almost grazing his.

Your touch was something different. Something he craved, a deep, simple, instinctual need. He needed to be touched by you. It set his skin on fire. Maybe he kept coming back because he needed a reason for you to reach out and touch him. To make him feel real. Complete.

You made him happy. You let him come into your home, and you fed him, and let him take space on your couch when you watched movies, you let him simply be nearby while you worked. You let him exist near you, and he was always overjoyed for it.

Maybe he kept coming back because it was you.

‘If I bleed and die, and my flesh falls from my bones and I am flung into the earth, let it be in the grace of your light and your love.’

Sunlight was prying his eyelids open when he woke. He didn’t remember dozing off, or the last time he slept past sunrise, for that matter. He felt like a log, limbs useless and dead as he shook himself from sleep.

This was your apartment. Your bedside tables, your glasses, half filled with tap water. There you were, as if you always belonged there, snaked in his arms. Your cheek was resting on the warmth of his shoulder, the metal plates of his other arm splayed across the small of your back, on top of your woolly pyjamas. His pinky finger resting underneath the hem of your shirt, enough to keep you from overheating under mountains of blankets and warmth.

Shit.

Without really understanding what happened, or what any of it meant, he redressed in the bathroom, laced his boots by the bedside, and left. You woke with nothing but the ghostly feeling that something, someone, belonged there with you.

He continued on, without seeing you. He didn’t knock on your door to provide drinks to match your dinner menu, or to lock your windows at night when you forgot. He thought it was best, that he was being selfish and that you knew. An air of uncomfortable uncertainty settled between you two, and you both let it be.

You, on the other hand, weren’t quite sure what happened. You texted him the first couple of days, and when no reply came, you left it. You thought about going to see him, but you didn’t want to overstep. You didn’t want to call Steve, in case that was creepy. When the first month passed, and he didn’t come knocking, you stopped staying up late. You all but twiddled your thumbs waiting for him to call. And he didn’t.

“So,” Steve said in between rough pants one day, “When are you gonna visit your lady friend again?”

Bucky swung up his arms to block a punch, “What?”

“It’s been a while hasn’t it? Since you’ve left the compound with cookies.” He stopped throwing punches, “Come on, Buck. Talk to me.”

“Nah,” He walked off the ring, the simulation dying down with a chime. He padded his face with a towel, “We’ve just been busy. Both of us.”

“You’re never busy.” Steve teased. Bucky chuffed and walked off, his towel slung over his neck. His phone rang while he was in training. You left a voicemail.

It was loud. You were at a bar? People, your friends, he assumed, were shouting into the phone while rhythmic beats shook the background. You were drunk, and nearly screaming.

“Hey, Bucky! It’s me! I know you weren’t expectin’ me to call, especially ‘cause you decided you ‘didin’ wanna talk to me anymore. Asshole move!” Asshole! One of your friends shouted in the back, “But anyway. I digress! I dunno what I did wrong with you, I dunno why you hate me now! Really sucks that you won’t tell me! Won’t even talk to me, fuckwit!” Fuckwit! Yeah! “I really liked you, you know? Like, really liked you! Told all my friends about- I even told my mom about you! How amazing you were, comin’ over for dinner every night and keepin’ me company! Really fucking liked you! An’ not just like, ‘like-liked’ like that, I mean, I really loved you, kinda!” His heart dropped, “I dunno. I dunno what I did wrong, Bucky! I dunno why you’re fucking icing me out! But anyway, I guess I’m callin’ to tell you that I love you? And you suck!”

It was sent nearly two hours ago. You were probably still out, so Bucky sat in his room, impatiently, with the knowledge that you loved him.

You loved him.

He wanted nothing more, now, than to touch you. Hold you, the way that he did when you slept together, when you evidently let him hold you. You, who gave him a home, a proper one, and someone to spend his nights with. A reason to smile at his phone, and to use old nicknames he had for girls before the war. A reason to remember the good things he had, the good things he had with you.

He didn’t come back to you because he wanted a human to fix his wounds and comfort him. He didn’t want you just for the stitching and the company. He came to you in his lowest points because, selfishly, if he had to die, he wanted it to be in your arms. He wanted to die in the comfort of his home.

When he did circle back to you once more, you were waiting for him. You crashed together, your touch consuming him happily and whole. He loved you, and if you led him, he’d follow you blindly. You were his home.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

[mymarifae]

Speaking of Deltarune, i dunno if you've talked about it before but What's your general opinion on Papyrus' role in DR? i've ben thinking about this a lot after it came to my attention how much of a mystery he really is. The thought that he could be the knight is both kinda funny and kinda scary (also and correct me if im wrong, but if DR's story was here before UT was made, i can imagine Toby going "hehe what if i made Papyrus (my antagonist) a goofy comic relief in this)

oh this was sent so long ago... um...

ok anyway. even though it's taken me several months to answer this. i'm so glad you asked!

there's a lot about papyrus that's shrouded in mystery - namely the sheer amount of power he seems to have compared to the rest of the cast and the evolution of his relationship with flowey over the timelines. it makes logical sense that deltarune will elaborate on what undertale only hinted at, but like.

the theory that he's the knight doesn't click with me. if someone wants to explain where this conclusion is being drawn from, i'd love to hear it! because - and no offense - it just feels like the title of The Knight is being slung onto him solely because he's a powerful character we kind of don't know a lot about (but that's like 85% of the cast at this point..) and we have yet to see him. i won't write it off entirely because who knows what will happen with this game, but i do very much doubt that the insight deltarune will give us into papyrus's character will be through him being. The Knight.

my personal thoughts on the knight's identity are, like... among these possibilities:

the knight is a character we haven't even been introduced to yet

there is no singular knight and it's simply a role that anyone can take on. the darkners' concept of The Knight is an amalgamation of every person who has opened a fountain ever

there is no knight. like at all. this is on a similar vein of the above bullet: because it's just a conceptual role, there just is no fucking knight 👍🏾

it's dess.

it really Is kris, and this reveal was made in Chapter Two because the identity of the knight is ultimately inconsequential in comparison to the concepts and plot points future chapters will introduce.

perhaps i just have a very particular and even incorrect interpretation/assumption of what the knight's role in this game will be. but at the moment, i'm not going to be easily swayed from these ^ theories. so.. as cool and kinda funny as it Could be, no knight papyrus in this house. it doesn't make sense. to me. with how i've come to understand the knight (which is to say i barely understand the knight at all because we literally barely have any tangible info about it).

(oh but even if he is the knight, i don't think this would make him the narrative's antagonist. i don't think deltarune is going to have a conventional protagonist VS protagonist set-up, period. also i wouldn't call papyrus in undertale a comic relief. does him quite a bit of injustice i think ^^')

i'm not even wholly convinced that the build-up around papyrus won't be some sort of red herring. like, yeah i think he'll play a fairly substantial role (maybe. my initial assumption from chapter 1 was that when we do finally get to hang out with papyrus, he'll just be like. normal. like sans is. and nothing ever happens with him. and i'm not writing this possibility out yet afgngkjf), but not necessarily to the extent that people are assuming. i think there's a lot of other weird shit in hometown that no one is paying attention to because the "a trousle.. growing further away..." flavor text is so fucking distracting. and i think that's on purpose. we're so focused on what we already know from undertale and drawing those connections that everything new and unique to deltarune is kinda flying over our heads. like honestly i personally don't give a damn about papyrus rn (I LOVE HIM BUT) i'm more concerned with, like:

the strange beast that attacked the dog burglars by the holidays' house

whatever the hell is happening with onionsan and the song they're hearing

the fucking caution tape

father alvin muttering to himself over gerson's grave

hometown's religion in general honestly

the bunker?

asgore's soul-colored flowers and the fact that he said they're "exactly" like the rose from the beauty and the beast when sans joked about it (did he mean that in terms of the glass jars or something more ?)

the striped bird npc

temmie's egg

clamperson

hometown's got a lot going on. yes we love papyrus yes the trousle getting further away is weird and concerning but i don't think it's going to be as important as everything else <3..

#havent talked about deltarune in a minute... this was fun :) #mailbox

[nanoland]

The alley on the left of 17 Abigail Way was dark, narrow, and currently occupied by two middle-aged women, wrapped in blankets and regarding Gus with frank curiosity.

He’d woken them up.

“Hey there, ladies,” he said, aware that any protestations of innocence would be in vain. There weren’t many legitimate reasons for a man to be caught lurking beside a dumpster in the dead of night, alone and trying to open up an extension ladder that had, until his arrival, been concealed beneath a sheet of tarpaulin, several dozen garbage bags, and a fair amount of actual garbage.

Virtuous pretences being a lost cause, he threw his audience a grin and a wink, hoping to come across as the sort of cool, nonchalant gentleman thief whose daring deeds were always well within the bounds of conventional morality.

“Boy, what are you doing?” said the older one. She had wispy black hair, streaked with grey, and a thick Russian accent.

Gus continued to wrestle with the ladder, wincing at every clatter. “Nothing you need to worry about, ma’am.”

It was thirteen feet long when retracted, forty-three when fully extended, and had belonged to the Sacramento Fire Department until Gus had called in a favour from an old school friend, who’d bribed a cousin, who’d bribed someone else, who’d blackmailed someone else. So far, this adventure had cost him two thousand dollars – every last penny he’d ever saved and then some – and utterly nuked his karma. His grandmother had once told him that he’d go to Hell when he died and it kinda sucked that he’d proved her right.

Because it was so big, opening it up safely and efficiently was a job for three or four properly-trained firefighters. Trying to do it by yourself was just impractical.

The gentle flower of practicality had long ago been smothered by the rampant weeds of creativity in Gus’s soul, leaving him prone to ideas that reeled wildly between brilliance and lunacy with absolutely no middle ground. He’d spent weeks familiarising himself with every latch and pulley and had eventually devised a method, involving ropes, counterweights, and several extra hours a week in the gym, of getting it upright and extended all on his own.

“Um – question? Why don’t you go in via the first floor, genius? Break the latch on the front door or break a window, then go up the stairway? Wouldn’t that be way simpler?” Helen, his bratty kid sister, had asked.

“Don’t be dumb,” he’d scoffed. “There’ll be an alarm. Cameras. Someone might see me.”

(Disabling the alarm and cameras would have been hard, not impossible. He’d not wanted to go in the front door or smash a window because that felt like the sort of thing a common burglar would do. He wasn’t a burglar. He was a man on a righteous mission.)

Regardless of his plan’s very obvious cleverness and feasibility, it was still tricky to pull it off in the dark, with the nearest streetlight thirty yards away.

“You’re doing that wrong,” the younger homeless woman commented, sounding amused, and took a sip from her thermos. “A ladder needs to be set at a seventy-five degree angle. Otherwise, it ain’t safe. You a burglar, son?”

“Nope. I’m a nice guy.”

Shaking her head, the Russian one said, “Nice guy not out so late. Nice guy home with mother, not out in streets dressed like ninja.”

“I’m a harmless guy,” he amended, and that they seemed to accept. Unsurprising; aside from the fact that his jeans, shirt, boots, and gloves were all black, he looked like any other pasty nerd with stress acne and messy red hair he’d cut himself.

At last, the ladder was up and positioned correctly. Now he just had to climb the damn thing. He swallowed.

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Do you ever think about how we never got Sven’s full backstory? We never learn how he got from IBI agent to sweeper. He’s on good terms with former colleagues. What happened?!

I like to think that Sven had a pretty conventional life up until he met Lloyd (who has a genetic magic power that no one else seems to have but that's fine)

Becoming a sweeper seems to have a pretty low barrier for entry, considering they let Train do it and he is, technically, an international criminal.

Imagine being an IBI agent and you see your colleague from a few years back, who left the force after his partner's death because it wasn't a good fit for him anymore, and he's in his car with a legendary assassin, a renowned cat burglar and a little girl who can shapeshift into a knife

#i diagnose him with midlife crisis #plotbunny-bundle

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Enhancing Home Safety with the Right Security Door: A Comprehensive Guide

In an era where safety and security are paramount concerns, homeowners are increasingly turning to innovative solutions to fortify their properties. Among these solutions, the security door stands out as a fundamental element in safeguarding homes against intruders and external threats. A security door not only serves as a physical barrier but also acts as a visual deterrent, deterring potential burglars and enhancing peace of mind for residents. Let's delve into the importance of security doors and explore the key factors to consider when choosing the right one for your home.

The Significance of Security Doors:

Security doors play a crucial role in protecting homes from unauthorized access and intrusion attempts. Unlike conventional doors, security doors are specifically designed and constructed to withstand forced entry attempts, making them a formidable barrier against burglars and trespassers. These doors are crafted from robust materials such as steel or aluminum and feature reinforced frames and hinges, making them highly resistant to tampering and break-ins.

Moreover, security doors are equipped with advanced locking mechanisms; including deadbolts, multi-point locks, and heavy-duty hinges, further enhancing their security capabilities. These features not only deter potential intruders but also provide homeowners with added confidence in the safety of their premises.

Beyond their primary function of security, these doors also offer other benefits such as improved insulation, noise reduction, and enhanced durability. By sealing off entry points effectively, security doors help to minimize heat loss during colder months and maintain a comfortable indoor environment. Additionally, their soundproofing properties contribute to a quieter and more tranquil living space, free from external disturbances.

Key Considerations When Choosing a Security Door:

When selecting a security door for your home, several important factors should be taken into account to ensure optimal protection and functionality:

Material: Opt for high-quality materials such as steel or aluminum, known for their strength and durability. Consider factors such as corrosion resistance and maintenance requirements when choosing the material.

Locking Mechanisms: Look for security doors equipped with robust locking systems, including deadbolts and multi-point locks, for maximum protection against forced entry.

Design and Aesthetics: While security is paramount, it's also essential to choose a door that complements the architectural style of your home. Select from a variety of designs, finishes, and decorative elements to achieve both security and aesthetic appeal.

Installation: Ensure that the security door is installed correctly by professional technicians to guarantee proper functionality and effectiveness. Improper installation can compromise the door's security features and structural integrity.

Certifications and Standards: Verify that the security door meets industry standards and certifications for quality and performance, such as those set by relevant regulatory bodies or organizations.

Customization Options: Explore customization options such as size, color, and additional features to tailor the security door to your specific requirements and preferences.

By considering these factors and investing in a high-quality security door, homeowners can fortify their properties against potential threats while enhancing overall safety and peace of mind.

Conclusion:

In an age where security concerns are prevalent, the importance of investing in robust security measures cannot be overstated. Security doors serve as a vital line of defense, providing homes with enhanced protection against intrusion attempts and external threats. By choosing the right security door and paying attention to key considerations such as material, locking mechanisms, and installation, homeowners can effectively safeguard their premises while enjoying the added benefits of insulation, noise reduction, and durability. With security doors in place, homeowners can rest assured knowing that their homes are fortified against potential risks, allowing them to enjoy greater security and tranquility in their living environments.

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Fog Cannons Australia: Securing Your Premises with Cutting-Edge Technology

In the realm of security solutions, Fog Cannons Australia has emerged as a formidable player, revolutionizing the way we safeguard our premises against intruders and threats. With a blend of innovation and reliability, these fog cannons offer unparalleled protection, making them a must-know topic for anyone concerned about security measures. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the world of Fog Cannons Australia, exploring their benefits, challenges, step-by-step implementation, a captivating case study, and finally, why they're the future of security.

Understanding Fog Cannons Australia:

Fog cannons, also known as security smoke systems, are advanced security devices designed to deter intruders by engulfing the area in a dense fog, thus obstructing visibility and disorienting potential threats. Fog Cannons Australia has taken this concept to new heights, offering state-of-the-art solutions tailored to various industries and applications.

Benefits of Fog Cannons Australia:

The primary purpose of fog cannons is to deter intruders effectively. The sudden release of dense fog creates confusion and panic among would-be burglars, forcing them to abandon their attempts.

Unlike traditional security measures that rely on human intervention, fog cannons operate autonomously, instantly deploying when triggered by sensors or alarms.

Unlike conventional security measures like alarms or guards, fog cannons don't cause physical harm or property damage, making them a safe yet potent option.

While the initial investment may seem significant, the long-term benefits of fog cannons in preventing theft and damage outweigh the costs.

Fog Cannons Australia offers solutions tailored to various environments, from retail stores and warehouses to industrial facilities and financial institutions.

Challenges in Implementing Fog Cannons:

Integrating fog cannons with existing security systems requires careful planning and technical expertise to ensure seamless operation.

Depending on the industry and location, there may be regulatory hurdles to navigate concerning the use of fog cannons, particularly regarding safety standards and environmental impact.

Proper maintenance and training are essential to ensure the optimal performance of fog cannons. Regular checks, refills, and staff training are necessary to keep the system running smoothly.

Begin by conducting a thorough assessment of your premises to determine the optimal placement and coverage areas for fog cannons.

Choose a fog cannon model that aligns with your security needs and budget, considering factors such as coverage range, refill options, and compatibility with existing systems.

Hire qualified professionals to install the fog cannons according to manufacturer guidelines and local regulations.Integrate fog cannons with your existing security infrastructure, including alarm systems, surveillance cameras, and access controls.

Conduct comprehensive testing to ensure the fog cannons operate as intended. Provide training to staff members on how to use and maintain the system effectively. Ongoing Maintenance: Schedule regular maintenance checks and refill appointments to keep the fog cannons in optimal condition.

Implementing Fog Cannons in a Retail Environment:

To illustrate the effectiveness of Fog Cannons Australia, let's consider a case study of a retail store facing frequent burglary attempts. By installing fog cannons at strategic locations within the store, the management was able to deter intruders effectively. The fog cannons integrated seamlessly with the store's existing security systems, providing rapid response and minimizing theft incidents. As a result, the store saw a significant reduction in losses and an improvement in overall security posture.

Fog Cannons Australia represents a cutting-edge solution in the realm of security, offering unmatched protection against intruders and threats. Despite challenges in implementation, the benefits far outweigh the hurdles, making them a worthwhile investment for businesses and institutions seeking robust security measures. With proper planning, integration, and maintenance, fog cannons can enhance security posture and provide peace of mind to property owners and managers across various industries. Embrace the fog, and safeguard your premises with Fog Cannons Australia today.

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