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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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since sarah n mitch are taking a break from the band, could you write a blurb abt babysitter!y/n?? like did she stay home or is she still on tour w harry??

nanny on tour

i really really really hope you like this ! let me know your thoughts

BABYSITTER!YN MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Life couldn’t get any better for YN and Harry at the moment.

Even though they just celebrated their first anniversary together a few months ago, it felt like their relationship had been going strong for years, deciding to move in together after Harry’s Los Angeles residencies were done with the promise of a bright future.

However, not everything had been easy for them and they had to face a big challenge for their relationship in the middle of Harry's NYC residencies, when they had a pregnancy scare.

"Okay, let's not panic," Harry said when YN told him about her period being late after many days of feeling sick, taking her hand in his. "We'll figure this out together."

And they did.

After being by her side when she took the pregnancy tests that came out negative, he promised her that it would´t change their relationship, it would only make it stronger.

And now they were on their shared Los Angeles home where they were staying for a few days before embarking on the next leg of Love On Tour; Australia, New Zealand and Asia.

Harry was excited to say the least, not only because he was finally going back to playing for those crowds, but also because YN was finally going to be able to actually attend the shows, since Sarah and Mitch decided to step back from the tour life for a moment and focus on their baby son.

"I can't believe you're finally going on the road as my girlfriend and not Mitch and Sarah's nanny." Harry said as he watched her throw stuff on her suitcase from the bed, they were catching their flight to Australia early in the morning.

"I'm excited," YN told him, a small smile showing, "I'll finally have the full Love On Tour experience, huh?"

"And then some." he replied with a smirk on his face, and YN's packing up was long forgotten as he pulled her to the bed with him.

The next morning, they woke up early and headed to the airport to catch their flight to the first stop on the tour, Perth. As they arrived at their hotel, Harry watched as YN's eyes widened in amazement at the sights and sounds of the bustling city. They spent the day exploring together, trying new foods and taking in the local culture.

As Harry prepared for his first show, YN watched in awe as he rehearsed with his bandmates. It was a part of the show she rarely got to see since she was on the road working, and as she watched him command the stage and do what he enjoyed the most, she felt herself falling even more in love with him.

When the time to get dressed for the show finally came, Harry's nerves about YN being in the crowd and watching the show for the first time kicked in.

"You're going to be amazing out there," YN said, taking his hand in hers.

"I hope so, I don't want to disappoint you." Harry replied, his nerves still getting the better of him.

"Come on, how on earth could you disappoint me, lovie? You're Harry Styles, that's like, impossible" YN tenderly said, rolling her eyes with affection.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her words. Even though he was one of the biggest stars in the world, YN had a way of making him feel like a regular guy, and that was one of the things that made him fall for her.

"I'm just a guy with a guitar," Harry said, pointing to his instrument.

"And an incredible voice, and cool outfits, and a nice arse too" YN added, standing up and walking over to him, making him laugh and pull her closer.

"I'm going to miss you while you're on stage," YN spoke again, her voice soft and sweet, making Harry melt, "But this time, I'll be right here when you get off stage and not all the way back in the hotel."

Harry instantly smiled at her words, excitement taking over her body, "I'm going to miss you too," he pulled her close and gave her a kiss, "I'll be thinking of you the whole time," Harry said, his forehead pressed against hers.

"Go make me proud, rockstar." and with a final kiss to her lips, Harry was ready to take stage

That night, YN stood in the crowd as Harry performed for thousands of fans. She felt a sense of pride and admiration wash over her as she watched him sing his heart out on stage for the first time as his girlfriend. When the show was done, Harry rushed backstage where YN was waiting for him, held her tightly in his arms.

"I'm so happy you're here with me, Nanny." he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm happy to be here," YN replied, smiling up at him. "I can't wait to see what other adventures we'll have together on this tour."

As they headed to the next city, Harry felt a sense of excitement and contentment wash over him. He knew that having YN by his side on this journey would make everything even more special, and he was grateful for every moment they had together.

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rollercoasterwords · 1 month

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hiiiii i hope life is good! just wondering if you've read any good fics lately that you'd reccomend ? :~)

simply have not been reading v much fic the past year or two my peak fic-reading year was in 2022…however have enjoyed some r/s oneshots + a few drarry fics over the past few months!

crushed ice by sectoren @sectoren is a really fun r/s oneshot in which s keeps showing up 2 r’s part-time jobs…had me giggling & kicking my feet etc…

your hand in mine and other brief, annihilating intimacies by superloonyluna @superloonyluna is another r/s oneshot w absolutely beautiful writing in which s is a performer in a traveling theater troupe & r is their last minute stand-in for the leading man <3

revolvevlover by firethesound & zeitgeistic is a drarry fic that actually killed me…technically a oneshot as well but it’s 56k words so. harry is an assassin who gets assigned draco as a mark…ending made me wanna throw my phone at the wall 🤧

nor all that glisters by sweet_sorrow (sweet_s0rr0w? i can’t tell w the ao3 font…) @sweet-s0rr0w is another drarry fic in which draco starts taking felix felicis post-war during his house arrest 2 try and turn his life around 🤭

completely different fandom but read the end of the world by fernwithy a while back which was a fic abt haymitch’s hunger games & really liked it <3

have so many fics on my to-read list as well that i simply haven’t gotten around to yet…if anyone else has recs they’d like 2 share please feel free…

#ask #fic recs #<- i also have this tag u can look thru…#also being serious abt the recs feel free 2 share rn im rereading middle grade fantasy series i liked as a kid 2 de-stress…#but my other go-to comfort read is drarry fanfic lmao. i do need them 2 fuck at some point tho filter set 2 E 🫡#only problem w that is i’m picky abt sex scenes so if i read an E fic that gives me too many personal icks then i abandon it…#but when u find a GOOD one. nothing compares…#have not read a longer r/s fic in ages feel like i’m pickier abt their characterizations….

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strawnarrries · 9 months

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Hey, this might be a little weird, but I have this thing where I always feel like I’m going to throw up during seggs. Could you please make a imagine or smtg abt the reader having to stop Harry during seggs bc they feel like they're going to throw up, and Harry comforts them bc they are embarrassed? Again, I apologize for this; it's ok if you don't want to do it. Anyways I love your posts.

aww thank you so much!! and of course! I hope you enjoy :)

Deep grunts were spilling from his lips as he moved in and out of you. It felt good. He always made you feel good, but right now, you couldn't focus on anything but the nausea taking over. You tried to fight it. It's happened many times before and you're not completely sure why, but every time you have sex, you feel like you're about to throw up.

"Okay, Harry, stop, stop, stop," you whimpered, pushing at his tattooed chest.

He immediately pulled out of you, eyes wide in worry, "What? Did I do something?"

Your relationship with Harry was fairly new, 3 months to be exact, and you've always been very embarrassed about the nausea that sex brings you in past relationships. You and Harry have had sex only a handful of times and the nausea has been tolerable, so this is the first time you've actually had to face it head-on with him.

"No, I feel nauseous," you hummed sitting sideways on the bed, hanging your legs over the edge with your back towards him.

"Are you sick?" he asked, scooting closer to you, hand rubbing circles on your bare back.

You sighed, not wanting to have this conversation, but knowing it has to be done, "No, this happens. I dont know why but every time I have sex I feel like I'm gonna throw up. Most of the time it's tolerable but right now it's really bad."

"Do you want some water or something?" he asked concerned.

"No, I'm fine. I never actually throw up, I just feel really dizzy."

He hummed in response, the embarrassment and vulnerability sinking into you quickly. You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"Harry, I'm so sorry."

"There's no reason to be sorry. You can't control how you feel. I just wish there was a way I could help you."

You groaned, "It's just so embarrassing."

"Why? It's just me." he soothed, adjusting himself so he was sat next to you, his bare thighs brushing yours.

"I just wish I could enjoy sex like how everyone else does. And I feel bad because I know it's annoyed my partners in the past when I'd have to stop and I really, really like you and hate to make you feel that way too, like I hate that I've ruined it for you."

"Woah ruined? You haven't ruined anything for me."

"Yes I have, I just did."

"Babe, stop beating yourself up over this. It's okay. You can't help what you feel. It pisses me off that boys in the past have made you feel that way. Please never, ever, ever feel like you've ruined sex for me. I dont like you because of the sex, Y/N, I like you because you're you. We could never have sex again and I'd still date ya."

"You would not," you giggled at him.

"I mean, It'd be fuckin' hard but I'd try for you."

"You're gonna make me cry."

"Why?" he grinned.

"'cause you're so sweet to me."

His smile widened and he pressed his lips to yours sweetly, "C'mon, let's get dressed and we can cuddle and watch a movie. Your choice."

"So you still like me?" you asked, wanting that last bit of confirmation.

"Of course, I still like you."

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Manipulating Death

(not my gif but i don’t know how to give credits, soo....

(Series?) Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

Warnings: possible trigger for Sirius death (but it will pass, trust the process), tiny angst and my trash writing

a/n: So I decided to write a story abt Harry having a sister and her having a special connection with Regulus so I just decided to do it and transform it into a possible series cause I don’t think it would fit in a one shot.

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Solely one pair continued to fight, apparently not noticing Dumbledore's arrival. Harry watched Sirius dodging a red lightning coming from Bellatrix's wand: he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better than this!" He screamed, the voice echoing through the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him right on the chest. The smile still didn't vanish from his face, but the eyes were wide open.

Harry let go of Neville, even though he had no conscious what he was doing. Yet again started to jump down the steps, pulling the wand, at the same time Dumbledore was also looking at the bed frame.

Sirius took an eternity to fall, it seemed; his body described a gracious arc and he dived with his back in the ragged veil. Harry saw the fearful and surprised expression on his devastated and once pretty face when he went through the arc and disappeared beyond the veil, that fluttered for a moment like a strong wind was blowing, and then became static once more.

Harry continued looking at the arc, ignoring Bellatrix's exaggerated screams, waiting for his figure to come back triumphant, a playful smile on his lips.

What finally got him out of that state was the shoving that almost led him to the ground; someone came running and pushed him out of the way, desperately trying to get to the arc and leaned forward, one hand only on the outside, but the body was fully taken by the veil.

"What the..." Harry heard, very close, only then realizing he only didn't fell because Lupin's hands stopped him.

With one big thrust, two people came out. The one that shoved him, carrying the heavy and pale body of his godfather.

The boy felt like he could finally breathe again, stumbling to get closer to Sirius, being followed by Remus.

Making sure that the Black was there, he really came back, now he could finally look at the person that had dived into the veil to save him. It was a girl, with dark clothing and shaky hands that adjusted Sirius on the floor.

Throwing himself right by the man's side, Harry tried to pronunciante a thankful sentence, anything, but the words were choked on his throat.

Looking back, the girl noticed Bellatrix became angry, so she put a hand on Sirius shoulder and held out the other one in Lupin's direction, which he took by reflex, and they were transported.

Harry fell on his knees on a carpet, in an ample but dark living room that reminded him of the house on Grimmauld Place, with upholstered chairs and paintings in the walls.

"Are you... Who I think you are?" Lupin asked, taking two steps behind and looking at the girl with a question mark on his face.

"Now's not the time, Remus." She answered simply, taking off Sirius' coat. "I need you to get me that second drawer." She instructed, pointing at a small closet in the corner of the room.

"Will he be okay?" Harry questioned, noticing how pale he looked like. Plus, he hadn't moved since.

"Yes. But I need to act quick, he came back from the dead way too fast, his body didn't had time to get used to it."

The boy felt his stomach drop, he really would've died. And he couldn't have done anything to stop it.

Lupin came back with a drawer full of potions glasses for the girl that, without even looking, pulled three different and layed them right beside her.

"How are you alive?" The professor asked, kneeling down and looking at her like she was the one that resurrected.

"I could ask you the same thing, godfather." Commented, looking at him with a sided smirk while opening one bottle and pouring half its content inside Sirius' nostrils with the help of a medicine dropper.

"Godfather?"

"Nice to meet you, Harry." She said, her smile expanding. "I'm your twin sister."

His eyes went wide. She did, actually, looked like the pictures he'd seen from his mother..

But still...

The girl kept herself nonchalant with her own words and continued the process of healing Sirius, whispering spells she knew like the back of her hand and using potions whenever was needed.

"My... what?"

"It's a really long story." She shrugged, cupping Sirius' face, fingers touching his temples, shaking ans murmuring phrases in Latin the boy did not knew.

After a few seconds in silence, where the two of them tried to understand what was happening, Sirius started squirming, his body trying to raise from the floor but giving up right on cue.

The Black's eyes started rolling and his mouth hanged open in a silent scream, the lights started flashing and the entire house seemed to shake.

The glasses in the drawer jingled and the windows knocking, making Harry feel like he was in one of those thrillers Dudley used to watch and wasn't able to sleep after.

The girl held his shoulders, making the spasms stop and got him to lay on his sides, opening his mouth and keeping his hair away from the face. Sirius started forcing his throat, choking and spitting as if he was about to throw up.

Harry expected some sort of sticky liquid to come out of his mouth, the normal in times like this; however nothing til that point seemed normal, so why would that?

What looked like the longs and dark legs of a huge spiders started so stretch out of Sirius lips, as if he had swallowed Aragorn. A black and fluttering form came out his body and stood up, one pair of red glowing eyes looking at Harry.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you." The girl assured. "Just can't let it escape."

Right on schedule, the figure trotted off the door and the Potter grunted in frustration.

"Let it be." Sighed, nesting Sirius on her lap as he was catching his breath. "The house is sealed anyway."

"What was that?"

"A death possessor." Explained, gesturing Harry into handing her another bottle. "When someone dies very suddenly, a possessor invades their body and it has to do quickly turn off the five senses from when you're alive to when you're dead." Continued, opening the orange glass from her brother.

"After some time it starts do bend to your soul, so you can't return to the living layer of the world, cause it will be completely attached to you and won't let you have your life back. That's why most resurrection plans don't work out." She concluded, holding Sirius chin to make him drink, when the man started to mumble.

"Lily?"

Remus held his breath, the Black was still very shaken and couldn't realize that wasn't his friend.

"Hey Sirius."

"Is it really you? Where's- Where's James?"

"James' busy right now." She replied, keeping her face slightly turned so he couldn't really see her. "But come on, speak to me. It's been quite some time. Remember that time we talked by the Black Lake?"

Sirius' breath hitched and everyone in the room could see the tears staring to run from the corner of his eyes to his ears.

"I was trying to convince you to give James a chance." He told, a faint smile on the lips. "That he had sheltered me from my parents, and that he's a good person." His voice was just above a whisper, choking mid-sentence because of the crying.

"And you remember what I answered?"

Remus frowned. Why was she doing that? Leading Sirius to believe he was really talking to Lily, instead of bringing him back to reality?

"You said it made sense. And a week later said yes to a date with him." Sirius sniffed and coughed, his body shaking weakly. "That's why you two started dating."

"And I owe you for that one, Sirius." The man smiled through the tears. "But now you need to wake up." And turned the bottle on his mouth, the fluid escaping on the edges and the Black's eyes shut at the same time.

His body went numb on her arms, but the chest still rising and lowering lightly, indicating he as alive.

"Why did you do that?" The marauder asked, having the girl's eyes on him. "You're not Lily."

"I know" She nodded, carefully living Sirius asleep on the carpet with a pillow on his head and started standing. "But it's easier for him to believe he almost died and then saw his childhood friend than that he died and his best friend's daughter who is supposed to be dead saved him and now he's here."

Harry shook his head. Even he still didn't knew what was going on.

"He'll have a lot of things to get used to, and his body need some rest. So many changes in short time can cause damage. Last time something like this happened, he spent twelve years in Azkaban, so..."

A loud banging was heard coming from above and she sighed.

"You really couldn't handle that for me?" Questioned out loud, looking at the stairs.

"I'm busy." Someone replied, muffled because of the distance and a door closed.

Remus and Harry stared at each other, there was someone else?

"Well so am I, saving your brother by the way, you little fop." Countered, rolling her eyes.

A latch noise and hurried steps coming downstairs led to the reveal of a slender man, a little older than both Harry and the girl, black curls falling on his forehead leading to dark but pretty eyes.

Looking between the man lying on the floor and the new figure, the resemblance was clear, but if Sirius was the last Black alive...?

"Regulus Black?"

The man's eyes lifted from the sleeping human and finally took in the other two in the room, nodding to the older one. "Lupin."

"Seems like today's the day of coming back from the dead..." He spoke slowly, one brow arched at the younger Black while viewing every inch of him.

"Well, now that you're here I can go and deal with the possessor and you can deal with this." The girl said, gesturing in circles to them before sprinting upstairs.

"She was never really good at handling people." Regulus said after some time, trying to break the ice between them.

Harry took a step forward, for what his godfather had said, his little brother was a Death Eater and even though, allegedly he had died trying to leave the Dark Lord, there was no guarantee he would be gentle.

"Sirius said you were dead." He pronounced, his hand itching to reach for his wand. "Murdered on Voldemort's orders."

"You died." Lupin added, but the boy remained silent. "I remember it. It was right after Lily and James got married."

"That's... a long story." Regulus sighed, looking with the corner of his eyes to the stairs, almost wishing the girl would be done soon so he wouldn't have to explain it all by himself, but he knew better.

Then, an idea popped on his mind.

"And I think Sirius would like to hear it." Watched his brother sleeping, perhaps peacefully for the first time in the last fifteen years. "So why don't you tell Harry about his sister, I'm pretty sure you have no clue what's going on."

The boy looked at his professor, but spoke before him.

"Why would I trust anything you say? You were a Death Eater last time I checked."

"You're not trusting me by staying here or listening to me, you're trusting your sister." Regulus replied, his hands were on his back, standing up straight and looking nonchalant. "And if you think Y/n Potter would be evil, she wouldn't have saved Sirius in the first place."

"But she saved you." Remus countered. "I'm assuming you didn't faked your death to escape Voldemort, otherwise you would've asked for Dumbledore's help when he returned. And I don't see any reason why choosing to raise James' daughter would be good to you. Plus, she having saved you before explains why she seemed so calm handling Sirius."

The Black boy sighed, "Would you like a cup of tea so we can talk about it? I'm pretty sure you're tired. And when he wakes up, he will need some food." And without letting room for response, he started leading the way to the kitchen.

Harry breathed deeply, what the hell was happening?

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thesharktanksdriver · 6 months

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Hey! Its me again! :D

I love the fact that Reader plays a ukulele to distract themselves away from their thoughts, it's wholesome oml.

*THE TOXIC GOSSIP TRAIN FLASH BLACK*

(ALSO Your post abt Zoro and reader is so funny and gives me the giggles- I love platonic one piece ITS SO UNDERRATED)

Anyways, I have a few random memes and incorrect quotes for your reader and the Determination! Series! Hope you'll like it! :)

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*this takes place after Zoro just joined Luffy's pirate crew and Reader is tagging along*

Luffy : Hey Zoro! I just have one question for you

Zoro : What is it Luffy? *His arms behind his head trying to nap*

Luffy : What color is an orange?

Zoro : Luffy you bonehead, the color is just the same as its name. Just like a lemon *he is proud of himself*

Reader : *questioning their decisions*

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Crewmate : You're smiling. What happened?

Young!Buggy : What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Reader : Shanks tripped and fell down the stairs today. *Treating shanks broken nose*

Young!Shanks : *with a broken nose* >:( jerk (to Buggy)

: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

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* they're eating dinner*

Reader : Can you pass the salt?

Shanks : *throws Buggy across the table*

— 🛎️ Anon!

Hi!!!!!!

Never thought I’d be getting the honour incorrect quotes for my series from someone else : D

I shall also post some as well

Nami: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Luffy: Okay, but what is updog?

Sanji: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Ussop: No, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Y/n: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Zoro : Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Nami: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Ussop: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Zoro: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Luffy: What’s a henway??

Nami: Oh, about five pounds

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Y/n and Luffy: Thanks fam!

Ussop: Oh no.

Zoro: Sounds fake, but okay.

Sanji: *A flustered mess*

Nami : Can I get a refund?

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Ussop: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Zoro: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Y/n: Oh wow, my childhood innocence and My will to live! I haven't seen these in years.

Sanji : I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Nami: Mental stability, my old friend!

Ussop: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

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Y/n: *dies*

Luffy: Timer starts now! When are they coming back? I say two months!

Zoro: Bullshit. One month.

Ussop: Nah, half a month.

Sanji , sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Y/N JUST DIED!

Nami, scratching chin in thought: One week.

(This one is wayyy to real lol)

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*after the Squad has been separated for a few years*

Luffy: So what have you been up to recently?

Zoro: Leading a revolution with Sanji.

Luffy: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.

Zorro: *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome!

Luffy: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Y/n ?

Zoro: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Ussop?

Luffy: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break them out later. Nami?

Zoro: Cult leader.

Luffy: Yeah, that sounds about right.

#platonic #answers #determination!#🛎️ anon

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shadowofmoths · 11 months

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on desktop i dont have emojis does this count :3c :3c :3c :3c :3c :3c

IT COUNTS ilysm <33 ok um:

jim henson tried to get frank oz to play big bird . but frank had had to do a kind of disastrous full-body muppet for a commercial once and for the rest of his career would refuse to do full body muppets

dr teeths original name was leon "doctor" eltonjohn dontshoot (the pianist) which makes me laugh every time

frank oz is incredibly funny as a muppet performer but was like, so intense and strict when not performing that his coworkers would try to stay out of his way

don sahlin, who worked in the muppet workshop and is credited with solidifying the classic muppet look, would rig up tiny explosives in his coworker's desks and set them off when they were in the middle of something, which inspired the muppet crazy harry who just blows shit up

jim was never precious about the muppets themselves, he would take them off his hand and then just throw them to the side and his kids grew up playing with old discarded muppets. one time caroll spinney (who played big bird and oscar) saw him toss ernie aside and gently scooped ernie up and told him jim didn't mean it. i happen to be on caroll's side here those are my FRIENDS treat them GENTLY.

i just learned this today and it made me laugh until i was crying . frank oz talking abt how miss piggy loves kermit said, adn i quote, "She loves the frog--my God, how she covets that little green body!--but the frog doesn't love her." like, who TALKS LIKE THAT. its hysterical god its my favorite part of this jim henson bio so far its absolutely hysterical to me. she covets that little green body....

#asks #long post #SORRY

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satelitis · 9 months

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okok so this is gonna be all of my hs2 comments throughout the season

!! HEARTSTOPPER S2 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!

TAO AND ELLE 🤬 get your asses together already

omg imogen she is so pretty !!!

who the hell is this guy?

nooo they’re separated!!! ))):

BEN GO THE HELL AWAYYYYY STOP TALKING TO MY BOYFRIWND ABOUT HIS BOYFEIWND

:0 CHARLIE IS REJOINING RUGBY??!

EW HARRY GO AWAY 🙄

why is charlie the only one in different clothes—

STOP YELLING AT NICK NEOW

OMG TARA AND DARCY MY FAV LESBEANS BESIDES DORCAS AND MARLENE IYKYK

ew elle is weirdly flirting w/ tao 🤨

omg if my bf doesn’t get me oreos for our 2 month anniversary then i don’t want it 🤦‍♀️😐😐

OMG CHARLIE RWMEMBERD NICKS FAV CHOCOLATE SHHEJEJEHHWHEHHEHEHEHEBS

NOW THEY ARE MAKING OUT IN THE LOVKER ROOM AND ALMOST GOT CAUGHT 🫢

🎶BOYKISSSERRRRRRR 🎶

“No more kissing at school 😡 it’s too risky 😣”

OMG TORIII ML 🫶🏼

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OUT OF MY LEAGUE BY FATT SNJSJSJSKENNENSNEJSNSNSNNBDDBDBDBBSSBBSBEHSHEHHEB THIS SONG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMYOMGOOMGOMYOMYOMGOMGOMYOMGOMGOGMOGMGOGKMTOTKTOTRNWJHWBSGWGWGWGWHWBHWBWBWNSNSBSNWB I LOCE THIS SONG CAUSE U ARE OUTTA MY LEAUGEWEEE ENJSJSJSNENNENSBEB SCREAMING HEHSBEHEBEBBEHDHEHEHEHEHSVSBEHEBEBBEBEBEBEB OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG ok i’ll shut up now

omg issac—

CAUSE U ARE OUT OF MY LEAUGE ALL THE THINGS I BELIEVE YOU ARE JUST THE RIGHT KIND YEHA U ARE MORE THAN JUST A DEEAM!!!

omg they invited imogen 🥺🥺

omg charlie tryna help nick come out to imogen is everything 🥺🥺

WHAT THE FUCK TAO AND ELLE ABT KISSED?!?

pov nick:

OMG IMOGEN KNOWS ABOUT NICK AND CHARLIE —

“i’m bisexual actually” 😜

FUCK NO NOT IMOGEN HAVING A CRUSH ON BEN🫣💀

take a drink everytime i say omg

:0 THEY KUST KISSED INNFRONT OF EVERYONE well they’re friend group but still

“bye” 😋

“bye” 🤭

charlies parents need to gtfo—

“no hankypanky” SHUT THE HELL UPPPP

EPISODE 2!!

charlies teachers need to get out

uhm charlie’s mom gtfo now let them be gay around each others houses

IGH EW NICKS STUFID BROTHER 🙄

awww their texts ))):

OMG TAO AND ELLE JUST NEED TO CONFESS ALREADY LIKE TAO BETTER ASK ELLE TO PROM OR I WILL BE THROWING HANDS

ew ben ugh GO AWAYYYY 😤

“i told you my rules and now you’re here till the end of the day😐” SHUT THE FUCK UP

…

….

BEN COME HERE IM THROWING HANDS I AM TAKING MY FUVKING SWEATSHIRT OFF AND I WILL PULL THAT BROWN SHIT ASS HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP AND DRAG YOU THROUGH THE RUDGBY FIELD BY YOUR NOSE HAIR

anyway 🤭

you and nick are NOTHING alike get that through you’re dumb thick ass scull

ACTUALLY DAVID HE DOES AHVE A GF ALA ME AND HE ALSO HAD A BF NAMED CHARLIE SO GTFO

omg felix 🥰🥰🥰

naomi !!! 😚

we love taos mom <33

“is that elle? she’s so pretty!! :DD” omg :(((

bens gonna throw hands w/ nick i just know it

awwwh charlie snuck out again!!

taos smile is so cute

DAVID STAY TF AWAY FEOM CHARLIE

i can definitely tell who got the good genes

:0 HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT…..

I- omg

“i just wanted to meet the guy who turned my little brother gay” STFUUUUUUU 😤

olivia coleman better drag his ass

Charlie )): babes you gotta eat… )): i feel so bad for him ☹️

awh the voice memo ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️💗💗💗💗

EPISODE 3.

OMG TAO COMING TO TERMS W/ HIS FEELINGS 💗💗💗💗💗

“ik you and charlie are really good mates 😄”

the coach just walked in on them lmaooo

we stan the coach!!! and her wife 💐💐

OMG THEY FINSIHER THE EXAMS AND HISOry thing!!

OMG TARA!! she just… oh no… i mean oh yes but in an oh no way ://

THE GAY TEACHERS HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

omg a boy just invited issac to the party hehehehe

they really thought they did something by not letting the boys and girls share a room

tara, darcy, nick, & charlie :

OMG TAOS HAIR I—

OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGOGKGMFNT HE JUST ASKED HER OUTTTTTTT 🫢

AWWW AYYAYAYAAYTAYAYAYYYYYTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

awh he is willing to go see a movie he hates but she loves just for her )):

“Look after him or you die :))”

why the fuck are those popcorn things so huge?

oh no oh no oh no oh no tao and elle nononononononononononononono )):

i hate this fucking party i would break down then and there that is WAY too overstimulating

toriii stopp )))):

oh my god i need to skip a couple scenes one sec

ok phew they’re just having tea now

*sighs*

EPISODE 4.

kit conner speaking french is EVERYTHING

everyone being so surprised nick can speak french is so funny.

BEN YOU FUVKING RAT CALL IMOGEN A BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL DRAG YO STANKY ASS RN AND PULL UR HAIR WE WILL BATTLE IT OUT RN NO BOXING GLOVES DISS MY BABES IMOGEN AGAINANDN I WILL DRAG YO FUVKING FAKE ASS

anyway

EPISODE 5.

CHARLIE HAS A HIVKEY????

OK SO ELLE KISSED TAO AND CHARLIE IS MEETING NICKS FAD

TARA AND DARCY )):

OKOK DORRY I GOT SO LAZY W/ EPISODES 4&5

EPISODE 6.

tao and elle are so cute 🥰

OMG— NO NOT THE TRUTH OR DARE ARE YALL 5 😭

“I dare charlie to kiss Ben 😻” shut the fuck up

OMG I CALLED THE TRUTH ISTG

OMG NICK IS COMING OUT — OMGOMGOMG IM SO PROUD OF NICK :D WHY AM I CRYING ☹️☹️☹️☹️

darcy has food poisoning 😶

omg they’re adorable wtff

nick is a right side of the bed person…idk how i feel about that tbh

WHAT THE HELL AM I WATCHING I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS—

🫣🫣🫣

ok phew it’s not escalating

:0 oh no. Oh no. do it and i will turn this off bc now i’m scared—

DARCY SAID IT GUYS

ONG GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS KISSING !!!

awwh nick ml )):

EPISODE 7.

TARAS FOLKLORE POSTER IS EVERYTHING

ugh ben just go away

CONGRATS ELLE 🥳🥳🥳

oh no tao )):

I LOVE TAOS MOM SO MUCH!!!! AND NICKS MOM!!!

Charlie’s mom can fuck off tbh

I would kick Charlie’s ass at Mario Kart tbh

“Oh my god they’re gonna kiss!!!” I love darcy sm

UGH BEN STOP BOTHERING CHARLIE FUCKING NUT 🙄

AWH NICK ASKING CHARLIE FO PROMMM

CONANANNANANANANANANAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN IM SCREAMING @masivechaos

Awh issac )):

I— NOO TAOO

Issac representing aroace is amazing

OMG KMGOMGOMGOMG CONANANANANANANANANANAN WNWNNANNA CONAN I LOVE TOUUUUUUUUU

i’m so confused

OKAY OKAY

DARCYS MOM FUCK OFFFF

AWHHH OMG ITS SO CUTE THE PAINTING IS ADORABLE I LOVE IT ))):

tao )):

OMG BEN GO THE HELL AWAY YOU FUCKING RAT DIEEEEEE

ben get your half assed apology out of here and go take a shower musty ass

YEAH CHARLIE DRAG HIM BUTN HIM AT THE STAKE 🥳🥳🥳

YEAH YOU DONT HAVR TO FORGIVE HIM!!!

david go away

HES GONNA TELL THE DAD ISTG

oh my god

DAVID SHUT THE FUCK UP 😐 ACTUALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP !

DAVID HUSH DAVID HUSH KEEP YOUR ASS UP

david im gonna kick your ass

AWWWW NICKKK )))):

DRAG THEM NICKS MOM WE LOVE YOU 🫀🫀

AHH WE STAN TORIIII

YAYY CHARLIES MOM IS COMING SEOUND :)))

why are they doing dishes in the dark 🤔

OMG DARCYS MOM GTFO STOP RN OKG OMGOMG DARCY GOT KICKED OUT— i’m crying now what the hell

EPISODE 8.

”Boyfriends ❤️ (Im bi, actually)”

GRAHHHHHH

AWHH TAOOOOOOOOOOO AND ELELEWKWLLWLWLWLWWLelw AHHHHHH MY HEARTTTTTTTT

wait wait where is darcy?????

OMG WE LOVE THE SUPPORTIVE FRIEND GROUPOO

tao and nicks friendship >>>>

AWWW CHARLIE AND NICK IN THE SUITS ARE TOO CUTE ☹️☹️☹️💗💗

OMG THE RADIOHEAD REFERENCES ARE SO 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

awh darcy )):

we love how supportive of a gf tara is!!

omg elle’s dad jsjsjsjej

ELLE IS SO ORETTY!!!!!!

SUMMER OF LOVE THAGS SO CUTE ?!??

THE SET UP IS ADORAVKE ?!?!?

issac bringing a book to prom is everything

nicks friends give me mixed signals but atleast they’re supportive !!

TAO AND ELLE DANCINF ARE SO ADORABKE

GAY TEACHERSSSS

…IMOGEN

OMG DARCY!!!! TARA NOOOOOOO DONT GO TO HER HOUSE ACTUALLY DO GO TO HER HOUSE AND YELL AT HER STUPID MOM!

bitch ass mom 🤥

AWWHHH

crying again 😃

them just saying i love you to each other over and over again ))):

OMG TAYLOR SWIFT , CONAN GRAY & BEABADOOBEE IN THE HEARTSTOPPER SOUNDTRACK?!?!

awh charlie )):

nick helping charlie is everything

OH MY FUCKING GOD— THIS WAS , I JUST , THIS SEASON WAS … IM SO , 9.5/10 BSBSBDBS OK BYE!!

#──★ ˙dals declarations !!

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funnywormz · 2 years

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Drama, Empathy, and Composure hehe

drama: who would you be in elysium?

hmm, idk if im interpreting this question right but if i was in elysium i think i would probably be some kind of nerdy bio-entroponeticist probably lol. entroponetics fascinates me so much despite being an entirely fictional field of study and the little mentions of the pale's effects on biology and the species that live around the pale make me so rabid........... the effects of the pale are referred to as "radiation" but idk if they mean ionising radiation or something else, and it only seems to have mental effects rather than physical ones from what we see in canon, although admittedly we only get to hear small snippets abt it in the game. i would love to study it and the effect it has on living things

empathy: who is the character of all time? explain.

i mean. i gotta be generic and say harry and kim here. harry is so easy to empathise with and care abt despite the fact that he's ultimately a pretty shitty awful dude, and i appreciate that a lot. he's such a fun character to play as at times but also heartbreaking and frustrating (in a good way) at others. kim, conversely, keeps himself on a tight leash and is overall pretty reserved and "cool", but beneath it all he's deeply flawed in his own way and is also just kind of a nerd lol. i love them both so much.

excluding kim and harry though, ruby and klaasje are my favourites. their relationship is very complex and more than a little tragic, and they're both very interesting characters in their own right. ruby is independent and self sufficient but seems to have a kind heart deep down, while klaasje seems to rely on others and human company and yet can be quite callous and will throw others under the bus to save herself. klaasje especially is such a complex character, you can never fully trust her and yet there's truth woven into everything she says. ruby is more openly blunt and honest, which i appreciate too. she's tough but she clearly would rather not hurt anyone, and is loyal to ppl she cares abt. klaasje is a victim in the situation but she put ruby in the line of fire to save her own skin and in the end there's no excusing that, but also it's understandable why she did it. idk they're just both very interesting

composure: would you rather sit on an anthill for an hour or stand in a river of leeches?

lmao i genuinely thought abt this one when it came up in the game and i gotta say im with kim on this one, i pick the leeches, although it depends on how many and how long for. leeches are very cool and fascinating animals, so i would enjoy being around them for a while and wouldn't mind getting a bit bitten. ants are lovely too, but when they are mad at you then they very much WANT to hurt you to make you go away. an hour is a long time when you're getting bitten and/or stung by a lot of pissed off ants, and depending on the species it could be rlly excruciating.

leeches on the other hand, have evolved to have a painless bite, because they don't want their host to even notice that they're being bitten, so they can suck their blood in peace. they actually use a form of anaesthetic to numb the bite area! so it wouldn't hurt at all. it's also easy to remove them, as they don't latch on/bury themselves in skin/leave teeth behind like other parasites do, so it would be easy to just gently pluck them off. of course, in large numbers they can theoretically cause anemia and even death from blood loss, but im assuming in this scenario there aren't enough of them to kill someone. and like i said, they are easy to remove and the bites are painless. so even if there were lots of them, you could just keep on picking them off before they took too much blood.........

im also just a big fan of all invertebrates and that includes leeches! they're worms in the annelida phylum, which also contains earthworms and polychaete worms, and based on my username it's probably pretty easy to infer that i am a worm enjoyer lol. i would totally let a leech bite me and take plenty of pics. so leeches it is, for sure :-)

#SORRY I USED THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE A LITTLE MINI INFODUMP LOL #ask game #disco elysium

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chryzure-archive · 1 year

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a century later, and now you ask?

ALT TITLE: somebody take pet names away from gil. he literally has anxiety?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: got a little too serious thinking abt chrysi’s death and the way it makes her think of azure while writing this. suddenly i am thinking abt chryzure instead of chrysigil. on chrysigil day. oh no :((

———

The first time Oz yelled at Gilbert after they reunited was on a lovely spring day, deep into one of Chrysi’s week-long spring cleanings. She’d assigned the three of them—Oz, Alice, and Gilbert—the kitchen, citing that the last time she’d tried to deep clean the kitchen, Gilbert had yelled at her.

He vaguely recalled the incident—not being able to find anything in the entire kitchen from Chrysi’s relocation of every implement, plate, and spice, for reasons she hadn’t specified—but he had half a mind that Chrysi dramatized the whole incident.

Either way, it meant that Gilbert wouldn’t have to brave the children’s closets and the dusty mess under their beds. He, himself, had been yelled at by Oz when they’d been children, and he would rather have Chrysi be the one to deal with accidentally throwing away some item of dubious value to Oz than have it be him ever again.

At least, he had—before the argument.

Oz slammed down the cast-iron pan with enough force to make Gilbert worry for the granite countertops.

“What do you mean you don’t call Chrysi by any pet names?” Oz cried.

Gilbert didn’t know how they’d gotten here. He also didn’t know why it upset Oz so much. It was a bad time for it to come up—when he was looking particularly ridiculous with a polka-dot bandana pushing back his hair (tied with a bow, courtesy of Chrysi), large yellow rubber gloves (well, glove—Gilbert didn’t like wearing the prosthetic after the majority of 100 years spent with one arm), and a blue gingham apron (he didn’t want to comment on this. He’d been gifted it by Chrysi sometime fifty years into their wait, and it held up remarkably—even if now it was only good as a clean-up apron).

“Now, wait a second,” he started. He held up the scrub brush in his hand as a defense. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yeah,” Alice chimed in from atop the counter, not helping in the slightest, “what do you mean you don’t have pet names for her?”

Gilbert shot Alice a harried scowl. “You don’t actually care about that.”

Alice smiled wide in that feral, Alice way of hers. “Answer the question, Seaweed Head.”

He opened his mouth, but Oz cut him off before he could say anything.

“And even if she doesn’t, I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest, face twisted in disapproval. “Why has she even stayed with you for so long?

Heat shot across his face in an old, familiar way that he hadn’t experienced in well over 100 years.

“We don’t need anything like that between us,” Gilbert protested.

Oz clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes. The cross of his arms tightened in unison with the eye roll.

“Serious,” he continued, feeling more defensive by the second, and his ears burning hotter still. “She’s never said anything one way or the other. It doesn’t matter.”

Alice sighed noisily from her perch. Gilbert glanced at her to find that she had stretched her hand up to the top shelf to search for the cookie jar he’d hidden up there.

Catching his look, she narrowed her eyes at him. Daring him to call her out.

He pursed his lips. With one arm, he didn’t think he could chastise her the way he used to—complete with lifting her entirely off the ground and setting her elsewhere. And besides, he had a rubber glove on. It made his grip less certain.

Her eyes narrowed further, all the way to slits. Whatever she saw there made her scoff.

“Useless,” she proclaimed decidedly.

Gilbert was not going to be insulted by the girl with her hand in the literal cookie jar. “Hey—”

“Indeed,” agreed Oz.

Electricity jolted through him, a hurt he didn’t know he could sustain after so long. He turned to find Oz’s eyes glinting like shards of green glass.

At his attention, Oz lifted his chin, a fearsome jut of his jaw.

“You said you waited for Alice and I until you guys got married, but who’s to say you’ll even get married when you don’t care enough to give her a pet name?”

Gilbert bit the inside of his cheek. “What—do you not want us married?”

The thought made him want to cry.

Expression darkening further, Oz snapped, “Of course I do! That’s why I’m trying to fix your mistakes!”

The ceramic lid of the cookie jar clattered shut behind them, followed closely by the sound of Alice flopping back into a more comfortable seat than before.

From his periphery, he could see Alice holding four cookies in hand. In any normal situation, he’d be nagging at her that too many cookies would make her stomach hurt. In this situation, he would’ve nagged at her.

But then Alice said, “Even that blonde bastard has a nickname for Chrysi already.” She crunched down on a cookie thoughtfully, her normal arrogant expression swapping for a simpler, wide-eyed look at the ceiling. Her mouth twisted to one side. “He calls her Princess.”

Oz recoiled at this information. “Still?” He shot Gilbert a dubious look. “You let him call her that?”

Gilbert shifted, heat collecting under his collar. He’d become a bit more comfortable with Jacks’s presence in recent years. To deny Chrysi’s friendship with him was to abandon her as a lover—though sometimes Jacks made it a little too clear that he’d rather that happen.

Whatever. He dealt with Jacks’s obsession with Chrysi, and Chrysi dealt with his brother with the same patience. Well—probably with more patience than Gilbert dealt with Jacks.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he protested.

Oz stared at him pityingly.

“100 years didn’t change anything,” he said. “You’re still totally hopeless.”

Alice chomped on her cookie in agreement.

And though Gilbert wanted to argue, he couldn’t help but look at himself from the outside view—with his ridiculous bandana headband, a 1950s apron, and his single arm with its single rubber glove—and he, too, wondered why Chrysi was still with him.

Should he have given her a pet name?

—

“What about lovebug?” Alice offered from her position at Gilbert’s left shoulder, her hand poking from the spot where his left hand once had been. She held a pen aloft in her hand, despite the fact that it wasn’t her dominant hand in the slightest.

Together they sat on the ground—Gilbert in cross-legged front, and Alice kneeling behind him. Oz bent over the paper from his perch on the couch. And Alice’s arm moved in the space that Gilbert’s left arm once took up, one hundred years ago.

The way her hand moved gave Gilbert the impression that he’d gotten a possessed fifteen-year-old’s arm grafted in the place of his old one. What was that movie Chrysi forced him to go see in the theatres twenty years ago?

…He couldn’t remember. But the hand was possessed, and the way Alice decided she’d play his left arm for the day brought back memories of the cool air of the theatre and Chrysi leaning her face into Gilbert’s shoulder sleepily.

“Um,” he said.

So far, the brainstorm for pet names hadn’t brought up anything that really caught his eye. Sweetheart sounded too childish for Chrysi, darling too formal, and Gilbert had never really been able to call anybody sunshine, for how absurd the nickname sounded in his voice.

“Write it down,” Oz said. He eyed Gilbert doubtfully. “We’ll need any help we can get.”

Gilbert frowned up at Oz as Alice dutifully scratched out the letters onto the paper. “I don’t know how many of these really seem like names that Chrysi would like.”

Like… any of them. Not a single one suited her.

At least, not coming from him.

“You don’t know that,” Alice said cheerfully, her face pressed somewhere behind Gilbert’s left shoulder. Her hand scribbled out something else sightlessly. “I think she might like buttercup.”

“Like the girl from The Princess Bride?”

She paused. “The hell’s that?”

Gilbert took a deep breath.

Oz peered over Alice’s half of the list before Gilbert could chastise Alice.

“Well, you know,” he said, voice breezy, “I don’t think that lice is a very kind pet name.”

“What?”

After an uncomfortable moment of jostling around Gilbert’s left side—his scars still bothered him at times—Alice poked her head out from under his shoulder. Now it looked like he’d grown a mutant head in addition to a possessed arm.

He closed his eyes. That wasn’t a very pleasant thought.

The paper crinkled in Alice’s hand.

“No, that says love!” Indignance colored her tone.

Tilting his head, Oz squinted at it.

“Oh. Never mind. That’s a good suggestion.”

Gilbert eyed the scratchings on the left margins of the page. He still couldn’t quite figure out which one was meant to read as love—or lice, as Oz thought it read.

Suddenly, Gilbert was exhausted.

“Is this really such a good idea?” he asked, thinking of the happy moments with Chrysi reading a book aloud and talking to him from her perch on the kitchen island. They’d gotten by just fine.

Oz’s sharp green eyes cut to him and narrowed.

“Jacks has a nickname for her,” he reminded him.

Ugh.

“Gil?” Chrysi called from the floor above.

His head snapped up. That same horrible anxiety he’d thought he’d left behind reared its ugly head in his chest, wrapping about his heart in a stranglehold.

“Yes?” he called back. Fortunately, the only hint of his inner turmoil was a slight tremor.

Oz jabbed him in the side.

He bit down on a yelp, but he couldn’t help the spasm that wracked his body. Instinctively, he curved around the electric shock in his side—a delayed attempt to protect himself from Oz’s sudden attack. Instead, he merely crashed onto his side.

Alice pitched forward onto their page of pet names. The paper protested—it had already been subjected to worse and worser nicknames, scribbled out in both the heavy, non-dominant hand of a fifteen-year-old and the morose hand of a century-old man.

It took Gilbert a moment, but he managed to flip onto his back to shoot Oz a glare, feeling distinctly like a beetle at the hands of a cruel kid-god.

“Are you going to help with laundry or not?”

Oz indicated their brainstorming page, crinkled underneath Alice’s scrambling limbs.

Biting down on a heavy sigh, Gilbert crossed his arm across his chest like a corpse in a sarcophagus.

“I’ll be right up, dear.”

“Oh.” Chrysi hesitated. “Alright?”

His eyes drifted closed.

Inwardly, he scratched dear off their list.

—

“Good morning,” Gilbert tried on another day, “darling.”

Chrysi rolled over in the bed to shoot him a narrow-eyed look.

“What did you do wrong?”

“What?”

“Sorry. Knee-jerk reaction.” She sat up, her eyes still narrowed in the sunlight. “Why’d you let me sleep in so late?”

Gilbert didn’t want to answer, mostly because he was curious about what could’ve possibly happened before he’d been with Chrysi to instill such a strong auto-response that it persisted after a century.

Well, no matter.

Clearly darling wasn’t in the cards either.

—

Oz came skittering around the corner before Chrysi did. Though even if it had been Chrysi, Gilbert still would’ve sent the hot pan into the air from the jolt that went through his body.

The pancake he’d been making (caramel M&Ms sprinkled in, because Alice had insisted on using up a packet she’d brought home from school) flew straight up into the air. It hit the ceiling with a hearty thwack. And up there, it stayed.

The same couldn’t be said for the pan.

Gilbert leapt back from the stove before the burning metal hit his feet, a colorful curse on his tongue.

Oz screeched to a halt, his mouth open in an O. “Are you alright?”

Well, as luck would have it, Gilbert was not alright. It was one thing after another, ever since he’d woken that morning to their cat on his face (one hundred years with Chrysi aside, there was still an element of anxiety up close and personal to a cat—especially when said cat was suffocating him under his weight), he’d had to take a call from Glen and set up an out-of-town trip for the end of that very week (annoying, since he’d been actually excited to go to Oz and Alice’s first parent-teacher conference), and he was certain a rainstorm was rolling in (on account of his whole left side set ablaze with agony. The usual.)

He took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“I’m,” he said, “fine.”

Oz looked unconvinced. Gilbert couldn’t blame him. It took a deep inhale-exhale for him to speak a single word.

He ached to grab his lighter and his box of cigarettes, but Chrysi’d been trying to keep him from overdoing it most days—and besides, Gilbert didn’t like smoking while he was preparing food.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gilbert stepped back from the remnants of disaster.

“I can help?” Oz said, uncertainly.

“No!”

Oz drew up short.

“It’s okay,” came Chrysi’s voice around the corner—then she was there, holding a bag of groceries that Gilbert needed to finish their dinner. She smiled when Oz looked guiltily at her, her eyebrow arched. “Unless you’re looking for an excuse to procrastinate on your homework?”

His eyes brightened. “Are you offering?”

“Nope.” Her gaze flashed over the state of the kitchen—pausing on the ceiling. Her eyebrow raised incrementally.

Gilbert flushed.

She continued, “But I bet you could finish it in ten minutes, tops. Then you won’t have to worry about it for the rest of the night.”

Oz loitered at the base of the stairs, frowning.

Chrysi rolled her head in his direction. Her smile dropped in favor of a vaguely amused line at her mouth and an unimpressed heavy-lidded look. “Go on.”

“Fine.” But that didn’t stop his desperate glance at Gilbert, begging him to set him free.

Gilbert mostly couldn’t stop wondering if and when the pancake would peel off from the ceiling and fall atop his head. It would be the icing on the cake of this miserable, miserable day.

What was more concerning was that it wasn’t coming off at all.

Oz tramped up the stairs, footsteps dejected.

Chrysi waited until he’d reached the top before she turned to Gilbert.

“You’d think I’d doomed him to essay work,” she drawled, “when I know for a fact Mrs. Lee only hands out fill-in-the-blank assignments and a video to go along with it.”

He cracked an anemic smile, then flicked off the burner. No need for the house to go up in flame too. “I think Oz would prefer an essay. He’s too smart for fill-in-the-blank.”

“Good point.”

Chrysi walked into the kitchen and set down her bag of groceries. Gilbert saw her eyes catch on the pancake again. Her mouth twitched.

“Don’t laugh,” he begged. He didn’t know if he’d laugh with her or cry instead.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She bit her lower lip to battle the hitched corner of her lips. Her eyes remained glued to the ceiling. “Do you think that’s going to come down at any point?”

Gilbert couldn’t say.

“Maybe we could get a chisel,” she suggested, as if he’d answered. “Or Goo-Gone. Do you think Goo-Gone works on something like that?”

He shrugged. “Who knows?”

Chrysi planted her hands on her hips. Her eyes grew thoughtful as she gazed up at the half-cooked pancake. Whatever she saw there made her come to a decision.

“Yeah, okay,” she said after a beat. “I think I can get a ladder and a sponge and Goo-Gone it away.”

Wait, what?

“Er…” He stared at her worriedly. “Don’t do that. Don’t break your neck, love.”

“I wouldn’t… Huh?”

Gilbert blinked. “What?”

“What did you call me?”

And that was strike three.

—

He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He’d become tense at the thought of Chrysi coming around the corner, uneasy with the rapidly narrowing list. Lovebug, as suggested by Alice, reminded Chrysi of ladybugs, and he’d spent the rest of the day squinting in the sunlight while Chrysi hunted for them in their garden. Buttercup ended similarly, though then Gilbert had to also help Chrysi with the weeding—and his shoulder ached from the prothstetic he forgot he didn’t like as much as going one-handed about the world. Angel made Chrysi laugh, and sweetpea made her groan so loud that he’d forgotten what his sentence was going to be in the first place.

His head hurt.

Just when he was going to call it—Oz would be displeased, but Gilbert truly didn’t want to try and fight Jacks with an equally groan-worthy pet name—Chrysi walked into the living room with a sheaf of papers in her hand. Clearly aggravated, she rubbed her forehead.

“Can you take a look at these, Raven?” she asked.

Gilbert leapt up, stiff as a board.

“Absolutely,” he said. Then, unnaturality burning acidic on his tongue, he rushed out, “Honey.”

Hand still tangled in her hair, Chrysi paused to shoot him an odd look.

He froze. He hadn’t even reached out for the papers. Now they were just staring at each other, the word he’d uttered sitting between them like an awkward child that accidentally ran to the wrong parents.

Her gaze flickered over him, mouth hitching. In what sort of expression, Gilbert couldn’t say. Anxiety black-spotted his vision—another mainstay of a set of nervous, humiliated emotions he hadn’t felt with Chrysi since last century.

Why’d Oz have to bring up something like that?

“Oka-a-ay,” Chrysi replied. She tilted her head. “Thanks, peanut butter.”

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

She handed him the papers instead of replying.

“Alice bit another kid at school yesterday. We have a meeting with the teacher.” She paused. “Again.”

And with that cheery note, Chrysi walked from the room.

—

Chrysi still had nightmares sometimes. They both did.

They’d gotten better over time, but…

Well, Gilbert had no clue what Chrysi went through when she’d died. All he knew was that he was grateful she didn’t stay dead.

If she had, he thought he might’ve gone insane waiting for Oz and Alice alone.

That night, Gilbert woke to a suspicious lack of Chrysi in the bed, and he knew precisely what sort of nightmare had struck her this time. She always went wandering whenever she dreamt of that night in the Abyss—before it had returned to the golden-lit dreamscape with Alice’s twin sister, the Intention, and they’d visited regularly with the rest of the Baskerville clan.

Normally, he let her wander. But, with Oz’s fear of Gilbert losing Chrysi, he also found himself wondering if maybe he hadn’t been attentive enough to Chrysi’s needs.

So he pried himself off the bed and stumbled blearily through the house. No amount of rubbing at his eyes cleared his vision—which was just as well, with the blackness of the house. It wasn’t like he needed to see anything anyway.

He found Chrysi in the downstairs living room. She hunched over on the edge of the couch, holding a rod with a string and a feather on the other end, only the light of a lamp perched on the set of drawers to see by.

Half-heartedly flicking the feather, Chrysi looked blindly over the room.

Gilbert eyed the shadows—but not even their orange tabby showed himself. Odd.

“What’re you doing?” he whispered.

“Oh.” She stopped waving the feather around. Slowly, she leaned back in the couch, until she reclined over the armrest, her eyes foggy with sleep still. “Raven. You’re awake.”

He stared down at her, worry tightening in his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“Can’t a girl play with shadow cats on her own time without being questioned?”

“What?”

She smiled wryly. “Don’t worry about it. Here.” She scooted a bit on the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come here.”

Gilbert obliged—mostly because standing there in the shadows alone unnerved him, just a little. Though Chrysi seemingly wasn’t playing with their cat, he couldn’t be certain Megalomaniac wouldn’t come pouncing out of the shadows to attack his leg. It he did, they’d have a cat flung off into the nothingness and two kids wondering why someone yowled like the damned in the middle of the night.

Squeezed between Chrysi and the arm rest, Gilbert thought only of the way their shoulders pressed tightly together. Sometimes, only that connection made things manageable.

He breathed out long and low. He laid his head atop Chrysi’s.

She paused, then leaned her head down slightly, pressed into his shoulder.

Gilbert’s neck would protest later, but for right now, he didn’t mind.

“What was it tonight?” he asked softly.

“What is it any night?” she replied. She pressed harder against him. “Just… before.”

Gilbert waited for her to elaborate, but she didn’t.

How frequently did she do that? How frequently did Gilbert let her do it?

“Before what?”

Her sadness filled her voice, made distant by her fatigue. “Before everything became something I could handle again.”

Oh. He knew what that meant.

Back when Azure died.

Gilbert didn’t get anxious or jealous anymore. Sometimes, he even wondered if he would’ve gotten along with Chrysi’s dead fiancé, if they’d ever had more than two conversations. He hoped so. At least he knew that, in the last moments of clarity, Azure was happy that Gilbert could be there for Chrysi.

But he knew what those nightmares did to Chrysi. She’d been the one to find his body and she’d been forced to take the brunt of Azure’s father's rage when she did. He couldn’t even fathom the agony she felt when she realized that it was Mordecai LaFaye who had his own son killed.

“I’m sorry,” was what he mumbled.

She sighed and shrugged—something he felt more than he saw. “It’s over now. At least when I’m awake.”

Gilbert frowned.

He wrapped his arm around her, feeling distinctly useless. This was the best he could do.

He wished he could do more.

Chrysi began nodding off, nestled against his shoulder. She pressed into his side.

The weight and warmth of her felt so familiar that Gilbert wanted to fall asleep here too. The temptation only tempered itself with the knowledge that they’d both wake up sore and uncomfortable.

What cruel god made it so that a position comfortable enough to fall asleep in would only mean pain upon waking?

“Alright,” Gilbert said, fighting the sleep threatening to overtake him. “Let’s get up, dream girl.”

With a half-asleep, delirious laugh, she stirred against his shoulder.

“Dream girl?” Her voice lilted like a lullaby, unfiltered from the cleverness that normally trapped her in the daytime hours. “You have never called me that before.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a quick kiss across the lips.

When they pulled away, she looked at him with sleepy, gold-sparkling eyes.

“Where in the world has your head been lately, Gil?”

Heat colored his cheeks, but Gilbert allowed himself a tiny, sheepish smile.

“Worth a shot?”

“Sure.” She laid her head on his collarbone.

Gilbert anchored her to him with his arm and stood. With her grip around his neck, he lifted her easily. “Never again?”

Chrysi hummed sleepily against his neck.

“No,” she answered. “Probably not.”

No surprises there.

Gilbert sighed.

—

Chrysi finally snapped after a week. Honestly, Gilbert couldn’t blame her for it. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d chosen that particular pet name, besides utter desperation. Even Oz called it a last resort—but they couldn’t have known that Chrysi would have such an aversion to all the other, more acceptable nicknames.

He walked in from the en suite bathroom, toweling his hair dry. Chrysi sat on the bed, reading. Lamplight haloed her curls and gilded the slight furrow to her brow.

Gilbert couldn’t tell what that meant. Once, it was abject horror in response to step-cousins being reincarnated lovers. Another time, it was delight at a character being blown up in half by gingerbread-scented smoke. Just because Chrysi was an expressive reader didn’t mean that he knew what the expressions meant.

She didn’t look up as he came in. “Are you coming to bed?”

“Yeah, babe.”

Ugh. Even just saying it, Gilbert wanted to crawl out of his skin. Like all the others, it sounded wrong coming from him.

Lifting her chin, the book in her hands snapped shut. Chrysi tossed it onto the nightstand and sat back, threading her fingers together in her lap. She eyed him seriously.

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

Gilbert hesitated, the towel slipping over one of his eyes. His heart rate kicked up. “What’re you talking about?”

She opened her hand and gestured vaguely. “I have not heard my name from you in over a week. What’s going on?”

The whole week crashed down on him. The nervousness that he hated, that he’d tried to leave behind, and the weird looks Chrysi shot him, and the entirety of Oz bothering him over it. His limbs trembled, weak from coiling and tensing like a wrung-out towel.

He dropped the towel to the ground and crawled onto the bed.

On instinct, Chrysi opened her arms.

He gladly took the invitation.

Gilbert laid his head on her chest, curling his arm around her. Her heart steadily beat under his ear, warm with each breath she took.

Fingers already carding through his hair, Chrysi asked, “So what’s been going on, Gil?”

Shame flushed his cheeks. Somehow, he’d gotten swept into one of Oz’s ridiculous schemes. Things really didn’t change, not even after a century apart.

But he didn’t want to admit that to Chrysi.

“I feel bad,” he said instead.

Her hand swept his hair away from his face. “Oh yeah? Why would that be?”

He tilted his head, just so that his ear pressed closer to the thrum of her heartbeat.

He’d almost lost that once. No, scratch that—he had lost it, once. And still, despite that, he’d never given Chrysi a term of endearment. What was wrong with him?

“Jacks calls you princess,” he mumbled.

This made her soothing strokes pause.

“Hmm.” The noise vibrated through her chest like a purr.

Gilbert allowed his eyes to close as he settled into it. One hundred years with Chrysi meant a bit of desensitization to his fear of cats.

“He does,” she agreed. She tapped a thoughtful pattern over his skull. “Does it bother you? ‘Cause I can get him to stop. Easy.”

He shook his head. He wasn’t expressing himself right.

“No, I mean… the pet name… thing.” Ugh. He wished he didn’t have to explain this. Even just speaking it aloud made his face burn. “It’s just… I feel bad.”

“You already said that. I also still don’t know why.”

He wanted to bury himself in Chrysi’s arms and not think about it. The honeys and the sweethearts and the dears, darlings, loves. For some reason, none of them sounded right when he thought about using them in the place of Chrysi’s name.

Gilbert mumbled, “We’ve been together for over one hundred years and I still only call you Chrysi.”

She paused. “Well… yeah.” Her nails scratched lightly at his scalp. “Have you ever considered that I like being called Chrysi?”

He didn’t say anything. He hadn’t, not really. He hadn’t thought about the way he referred to Chrysi in the first place—the first time that it had been brought to his attention was when Oz complained about it.

She laughed and it warmed Gilbert’s ear.

“We’ve been together for over a century, Gil. I guarantee you, that’s more than enough time for me to have brought it up, if it really bothered me.”

He shifted. “Really?”

The smile in her voice wrapped around him like another hug. “Of course. Why, did Oz make you feel bad about it?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Oh, Raven,” Chrysi groaned. “Oz said you needed to propose to me publicly with a diamond ring, remember? That didn’t work out, now did it?”

“Well,” he started.

“He also dressed up like a girl and followed you when you went out with Dahlia to ruin your relationship with her,” she reminded him.

He grimaced. It wasn’t his best moment. “Oz really wants you as a sister-in-law.”

“And he’s super sweet for that. But he’s already got me as one.”

Gilbert lifted his head.

Chrysi’s eyes lingered on the ceiling, lamplight making her eyelashes angelic. Her mouth relaxed into a faint smile.

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful.

Her eyes flashed down to him, the curve of her mouth twisting uneven.

“Well, I didn’t stay with you for over a century for no reason. Just call me Chrysi like you always do, and there won’t be any problems.”

He smiled embarrassedly. “It is a bit silly, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Gil.” Chrysi beamed at him. “That’s why I fell for you in the first place.”

#w.mine #s.chrysigil #happy anniversary :) i do not think gil is capable of giving pet names actually

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a merlin, lotr and marauders era hp matchup/ship request? Thank you! My pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual.

Personality: I originally come off as quiet, and aloof. It can seem standoffish but I don’t mean it too I just don’t trust very easily and am uncomfortable with strangers/new environments. I am my best when I am by myself or with my closest friends. With my closest friends I’m quite open, fun and talkative especially when talking abt things that interest me. Im quite the good listener as well when it comes to my more extroverted friends. Im also introverted, imaginative, creative, individualistic, reserved, structured and picky in my own way, all sprinkled with a little bit of sarcastic humor.

Hobbies: Digital Art is probably my biggest hobby. If I could I would spend all day at home with my trusty tablet and stylus drawing with an audiobook of my favorite novel/tv show running in the background. Apart from art I absolutely love working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. Lastly I love playing video games, spending time at comic book stores, the movies and coffee shops.

Interests: I work in the digital media arts and love creative coding, interaction design, and computer graphics. I think my favorite thing is that combination between the artistic and the technological.

Love language: this one is definitely acts of service.

Thank you!

oh hello again, i remember you from last time! because you got a hobbit matchup back then, for the lotr matchup i definitely am going to specifically use lotr characters, so hopefully you'll enjoy this one too! (it is a good sign you came back, isnt it?) btw sorry i couldn’t work your digital art into this well, all of the worlds kind of dont have tech? but you can imagine that its digital

for merlin,

I ship you with

Gwen!

- Guinevere is as sweet as they come, but that does not mean that she’s not totally fierce too. It was easy for you to fall for her, just as it was easy for her to fall for you.

- She adores watching you work on your art, especially when you give it to her after. She has a whole drawer in her desk just for all the pages you draw onto. When you work, she’ll read a book, though she most often won’t read and instead stare at you over the rim of it. She’s not very subtle, either, so even if you’re concentrated you can basically feel her eyes burn into your hands.

- She always blushes when you do something for her, though you do it often. She’s used to doing the work around the castle, so when you suddenly pick up the things she’s supposed to carry or take the books from her hand or sweep when she’s busy otherwise, she doesn’t quite know how to react apart from thanking you and smiling so deeply her dimples show. You think it’s the moments she’s the most beautiful.

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for harry potter,

I ship you with

Remus Lupin!

- Remus is as out of this world as you are. He matches you perfectly, your sarcasm meeting his halfway out of your mouth, your quiet exterior but chaotic mind the same his is. With him, you can share anything and everything and not fear misunderstanding.

- The first time he saw you working out, he dropped the things he was holding and had to try three times to make a spell work that would put his broken ink bottle back together and the spilled black ink back inside it. After that, he watches you whenever he can. He doesn’t join in, even if you ask him to, he’ll just deny it, and he’ll always have some parchment or book in front of him, but both of you know that that’s a ruse and nothing else so that he can stare at you train.

- You absolutely turn every conversation into a sarcasm competition, and every snide remark that you can think of he’s also thinking of, and then it’s “who can say this faster and win”. Sometimes you team up and throw so many sarcastic comments at your friends for doing something stupid that James will end up screaming and dragging Sirius and Peter out of the room while you’ll turn to look at Remus and the two of you will double over with laughter.

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for lotr,

I ship you with

Haldir!

- Haldir is quiet, he thinks before he says or does anything. As an elf, he has the time to. Unlike you, this doesn’t change when he gets to know someone better. He’s always like that, but you don’t mind - you can sit for hours in silence with him, especially outside. While you draw, he’ll braid your hair or read a book or work on some paper or just sit and enjoy the time to think.

- It’s different though, very different, when you work out with him. While you focus on the body itself, he, as most elves, uses bow and sword, and he’s as talented as none other with both of them. But he lets you walk him through your routine once, and he does the same for you. The both of you rather stick to your own things, but you do gladly practise together. He’ll use an old sword for training as you do your best to sweep his feet from under him or get his face, and when you lift him up, he shoots at trees and later on, orcs.

- He’s not as used to physical closeness, so he won’t be the guy who necessarily cuddles up to you, but when you ask him to hug you or kiss you, he always will. And when you do something for him, especially when you take out an enemy that was his to fight, he gets the deepest, most genuine smile on his face and always catches you in his arms, pulling you close to him and placing a kiss on your head. Or, well, not in battle, but once you’re both safe and sound again.

can’t tell if you’ll like your results, so if you don’t, gladly come back for another round!

#matchups #harry potter matchups #marauders #marauders matchups #lotr #lotr matchups #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin matchups #gwen #guinevere #haldir #remus lupin #young remus lupin #x reader

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