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all-purpose-dish-soap · 17 days

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Unfortunately, Ghost finds you before Soap does.

Ghost yanks you by the elbow, cuffs around your wrists, dragging you to an unmarked military vehicle, pistol in hand.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask him.

He shoves you into the back seat and slams the door, gets in on the other side and starts the car up. You right yourself, having been shoved hard enough for your ribs to bounce off the leather seats.

He answers without looking at you. "The base." Curt, cold, and pissed. He drops the gun barrel-down into the cup holder.

"We just left the base."

"Huh. So we did." He keeps his eyes on the road. "Ain't that funny."

There’s a chance he’s not 141. As if there’s some other brick shithouse of a man who wears a skull balaclava around.

You shift in your seat. "What do you want from me?"

“Nothin' that'll feel good, I can tell ya that." He rests his elbow on the center console. “We’re gonna have a long talk."

"And then what?"

“Dunno. Maybe a bullet. Depends on how much you piss me off. Got a lot of questions to ask you first.”

Great.

You look around. This isn’t a police vehicle. Barely a military vehicle. There’s no barrier between you and that gun in the front seat cupholder. But you’re not an idiot. He knows you won't go for it, too, but he wants you to try.

You lean back, looking out the window at your side. "You can still turn yourself in. You don’t need to resort to hostages.”

“I made my choice. Not a difficult choice, considering how corrupt Shadow Company is."

“Orders are orders.”

“You always follow orders to arrest your friends, no questions asked?”

“When there’s good reason to.”

"Good reason, my ass. You're just a mindless dog, doing whatever Graves says. You think he'll protect you from the consequences of his actions? He'll toss you to the wolves in a heartbeat if it means saving his own sorry ass."

"That's not true."

"It's the mercenary way, innit. Sell yourself to the highest bidder and tell yourself orders are orders."

You brace one boot on the other, slowly working one foot free from inside. "Military’s the same. Only difference between us is you're salaried."

“I fight for a cause. Can’t say the same for your line of work. All you know how to do is gun targets down for cash and a little approval from your boss. Pathetic.”

Your heel slides loose. “No cause is clean. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen corruption in your line of work. Or a bad call. Or an unnecessary death.”

He grips the wheel, glaring at you in the mirror. “Doesn’t make it right. Sure as hell doesn’t mean you turn a blind eye to goddamn betrayal in your own ranks.”

“Some bureaucrat in a suit fumbling the bag and trying to right wrongs doesn’t make us corrupt. Graves knows what he’s doing—"

"So you knew."

Your jaw snaps closed mid-sentence. Shit.

He's staring right at you in the rearview mirror, eyes so cold they could freeze the breath in your lungs. "You knew about Shepherd. Didn't you?"

You swallow, looking away from the mirror and out the window. Your left foot finally comes free, and you shift subtly to brace your heel on your right boot, beginning to work your right foot loose next. "Doesn't matter."

“You followed orders to turn on your own allies, knowing they came from Shepherd. Knowing all he cares about is covering his own mistakes." He grips and re-grips the wheel slowly, as if he's thinking hard about picking up that handgun and ending your life in a ditch somewhere. "Welcomed us into a slaughterhouse for a fistful of cash. Bet you sleep real easy at night."

You trust Graves. He’s never steered you wrong. You were doing the right thing by following orders. That mantra is stuck in your throat. You want it to be true, but then there’s Johnny.

Ghost hasn't mentioned him by name. The Shadows never found him—he got away—but you don't dare let yourself think about the implications of him being alive and knowing about you. You put it out of your mind as soon as the thought surfaces, even. You made a deal with yourself that you'd never dwell on it again. Much less ask his very hostile squadmate about it. You’re not about to offer your arteries up to a butcher.

"Shepherd is in your chain of command, too."

"Not anymore. You and yours made sure of that."

"You didn't have to defect. Commander Graves asked you to come quietly. You would've been fine. You didn't do anything wrong, right?” You hear an edge in your tone and blunt it back down. "You didn't have anything to hide. But you turned it into a firefight."

"You realize you’re defending the bastard that sold out me and my team. You think I'd lay down, let him put us in some jail cell to rot for the rest of our days? I've seen too many people follow orders, trusting that everyone above them has their best interests at heart. Seen more than a few of them get punished at the hands of men like Shepherd. I'm not giving him another chance to betray me.” You still feel his eyes on you in the mirror, but you don't look. "You never once stopped and questioned what you were told to do? Or did it not matter because your loyalty was to your company, not the right thing?" His voice is flat. "That's the difference between me and you. I don't look for excuses to feel better about my actions. And I damn sure don't turn my gun on my allies.”

Your stomach curls with discomfort. "You had a choice. You knew how this would end for you."

"Rather be a wanted criminal for the right reasons than a gun being pointed at whoever Shepherd wants dead. And wouldn't you know it--I'm in damn good company, too. Turns out sticking to a moral code earns you a little more loyalty than payin’ cash. But you want to know what the best part of being a criminal is?" He taps out an odd little tune on the wheel, but there’s nothing warm or cute about it. The loaded gun would be friendlier to contend with. “I don’t have to follow Shepherd’s orders. I’m free to deal with this little problem as I see fit, and no one can tell me I’m wrong. If I kill some mercenaries who would arrest me on sight, that's just the unfortunate collateral damage that comes with my newfound freedom and your buddies following orders."

You consider that for a long moment. “So when do you plan to kill me?”

"Depends on whether or not I like what I hear in the next couple of hours. Might change my mind in that time. Might not." He takes his hand off the steering wheel to lean back a little. The road is empty, stretching long into the horizon. "The more I hear you talk, the more I feel like shooting you just for the sake of it. But I've got too many questions for that, so..." He lets the implied you live for now hang in the air, then taps the wheel again. "We'll see how the rest of this convo goes."

You manage to slide your right heel free. You glance up to see him looking at you in the mirror again. Your heart skips. You think he's caught you. But he doesn't say anything, and you realize he's just examining you, mulling something over.

“I don’t know what you think I can tell you, but I don’t know anything,” you say.

“Why don’t you just stay quiet and think about all that stuff you don’t know. Maybe we’ll starve you until you talk; maybe we’ll grease your palms. That’s how you operate, hm?”

He’s trying to make you angry, make you take the bait, but you don’t. You know what you are.

You keep both feet carefully lowered into your boots so as not to rouse suspicion. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you and your buddy got hurt.”

That seems to catch him off guard. He frowns. A beat passes where he doesn't say anything, just watches you. Not angry or suspicious, just... calculating. "Not worth much. And his name is Johnny. But you knew that, didn't you?"

You look away. Ghost's cell phone rings.

The sound pulls his attention away from you. He glances down at the display with a frown.

"On with Ghost." A short reply. "Yeah, I got her. About three hours out." He glances at you once as the person on the other line says something else, but after a few more seconds, you can tell he's more concerned with what they're saying than with you.

This is your chance.

With his eyes fixed on the road, you silently pull your cuffed arms under you, lifting your feet deftly through the loop of your arms.

You glance down at the gun one more time. He’s holding the phone with his left hand; driving with his right. Still, even with your hands in front of you, you’re cuffed. You won’t have a chance if you go for that gun and he gets it away from you. It won’t end well.

Plan B, then.

You push your feet back into your boots and slide yourself behind his seat.

"Hey!"

Drill Sergent voice. Busted.

He hits the brakes, drops his phone, and reaches for the pistol.

You slam your feet into the back of his seat, sending him crashing forward and trapping him between the seat and the wheel. The horn blares. The car jerks and runs off the road.

Cuffed hands in front of you, you throw your weight against the driver's side door and grab the handle. He reacts, but not quick enough, his gloved hand snatching at the space where yours were a second after you get the door open.

You dive outside, crash to the ground, roll ungracefully away from the back wheels as they roar past, and use the momentum to get back to your feet. The car keeps rolling, driver's side door still open. It's still moving fast, and you landed hard. That's going to hurt in a minute. Not yet, though.

You run.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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Idk if you take request🛐 but if you do could you do one where y/n is nervous to take her bra off in front of Eddie cause she’s on the small side but with the bra it’s giving C cup when she really has A cup. ……..😬 I feel like this is a little oddly specific but the power of Victoria Secret be having my confidence 📈 till I have to take it off then it’s like 📉

warnings: SMUT 18+, small chested reader, insecurity, lots of tit sucking, fingering, hand job, fluff, eddie being a goof

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm really not trying to be a dick here," he insisted, "and I don't want it to seem like I'm obsessed with your boobs. I mean, I am, but I don't want it to seem like that."

You giggled a little, looking down. Meeting at your usual spot in the woods started with casual conversation, but like it had once or twice before, it came back to Eddie noticing your obvious and strange habit of refusing to let him see you without your bra.

"I just— if I thought you didn't want to go further I'd let it go. But we do so much, uh, other stuff... and I still haven't even seen your tits," he explained, stepping closer to you as he bit his lip for a second. "Been thinking about them for— well, since I first saw you. Are you just trying to drive me crazy or somethin'? 'Cause, fuck, babydoll— it's working."

"I'm not," you promised, "it's not... it's not that."

"Okay," he breathed, "so, what is it? Have we not been going out long enough? Do you just not like being touched there?"

"It's— it's not about the touching..." you clarified. "It's about the seeing."

He knitted his eyebrows together for a second before laughing. "Want me to put a blindfold on? I can work with that."

"No," you sighed, "it's not— I'm just nervous, okay?"

"Okay!" he agreed. "Okay. That's okay. I just wanna make sure there isn't anything I can do to make you feel better about it. I'm not above begging."

You smiled. "Well, you don't need to beg..."

"I don't?" he asked excitedly, choking a bit when you raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean— of course I don't," he mumbled as he held his hands behind his head and made a silly 'cool guy' face. "Obviously."

You rolled your eyes and pushed on his shoulders lightly. But your playful demeanor fell as insecurity twisted in your chest again. "Just... say that you won't be... disappointed?"

"Dis—" he stopped and started again. "Disappointed?"

"Yeah!" you defended, crossing your arms.

"That's what you're nervous about? Me being disappointed by getting to see and feel your tits?" he realized, tilting his head down but raising his eyebrows. "I'm nervous I'm gonna bust in my fuckin' jeans, how's that for nervous?"

"But what if they're not..." you sighed. "What if they're not that, um... big?"

"Seriously, babe— how big they are doesn't matter. They're yours, that's what I like about them! I wanna touch you baby, that's all I ever wanted."

You bit your lip and looked away. "O-okay, because, well... I never told you but I... this is a push-up bra. I always wear a push-up."

"Why?" he asked.

"'Cause without it they're... small!" you blurted out. "Too small! I just wanted— I wanted to feel pretty, I wanted to be, I dunno, sexy? I wanted you to think I was hot."

He smiled, reaching up to hold your arms gently. "You know why I think you're hot, babe?" he asked, continuing when you shook your head. "'Cause you're funny. And weird, but cool. And you get this look in your eyes when you're talking about your favorite things, and you hang onto my arm when we're walking together, and... well, the list goes on. I digress."

You bit your lip, blinking quickly as your heart swelled.

"Point is, how big your tits are is just... something about you. It's you that I like. Not your tits. Not that I, uh, don't like your tits— but I just mean, that's not really why I like you, like, at all."

You nodded. "And you're not... mad at me, for wearing a push up, or anything?"

"Course not. If anything it's kinda sweet— and, uh, hot— that you wanted to, you know... look good for me." He stepped up a little closer to you, with a mischievous smirk on his lips. "But if you wanted my attention, sweetheart, no bra would've done the trick just fine."

"Well," you breathed, "it's not too late for that, is it?"

"Never."

He watched, enraptured, as you pulled your shirt off over your head, now with only the lacy push-up to cover your chest. This you'd done before, this you were familiar with— but knowing you were finally about to take that step and let him really see you made you all chilly and nervous.

"You're sure you wanna let me see?" he asked one more time. "I swear, I wasn't trying to pressure you, I just wanna make sure you're comfortable with me."

"I am," you promised, "just... don't get upset when you see them, okay?"

"Sweetheart, respectfully, I think upset is the last thing I'm gonna be."

You reached behind your back and carefully undid the clasp, letting out a shuddering breath as you let the straps slide from your shoulders.

As the garment fell onto the ground, you glanced away from his face, afraid of what expression you would find on it. But you heard him make a little noise, and it got your attention; and when you looked at him, you saw lust, pure lust, tinting his eyes as he stared you down.

"Fuck," he breathed, "god, they're perfect— you're perfect..."

"Really?" you asked.

"Can I feel them, babe? Please..." he begged, and you nodded.

His hands came up to rest on them gently, making you shiver as his fingers carefully squeezed the flesh. "They're... they're not too small?"

"Baby," he grinned, "you still worried about that? They're cute, they're sexy, they're— they're your fucking tits, babe, I've been waiting so long to get my mouth on these."

"Your mouth?!" you repeated with wide eyes, and he looked up to your face again to smirk at you.

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah," you replied, watching him crouch down to press his face in between your breasts, kissing your sternum, before suddenly tilting his head giving an open-mouthed kiss to one of your nipples.

Your breath caught, and your eyes were glued to him flicking his tongue out and teasing the hardened bud, before finally wrapping his lips around and sucking harder. You moaned, way louder than you meant to, and felt him smile around you. "They're so sweet, princess," he whispered, "and sensitive. God, that's so hot..."

He kissed his way across to the other one, and moaned around it as he lathed it with a wide tongue. Your hand shot up to his mess of hair, tangling in the curls as he kept up the good work. "Eddie," you breathed.

"Mhm," he agreed as he suckled on one, looking up at you with those big-ass fucking eyes, god it was overwhelming. He pulled off of it with a pop to smile up at you. "Is this good?"

"S-so good," you agreed, and his eyes fell shut as he set his mouth around you again— open wide this time, trying to take in as much of your skin as he could fit. His hands squeezed at the base of them, pushing your breast further into his mouth, making your hips rock up towards him in need.

He pulled away one more time, just an inch or two, watching closely as his fingers pinched your spit-slick peak. "Cute little nipples," he noticed, and you never even imagined him talking about your tits that way but it was weirdly sexy.

"Eddie," you whimpered, "I— I'm so wet..."

"Fuck, lemme touch your pussy, babe," he pleaded breathlessly.

"Please," you replied, and his hand was between your legs in a moment. You whined and rubbed yourself against it, feeling his fingers zero in on your clit right away even through your jeans.

That was the pattern for a while, him sucking your tits and giving little bites and kisses to the sensitive flesh while his hand expertly toyed with you through your clothes— until you got too needy and just had to quietly beg for more, please Eddie, touch me more...

As soon as he heard your demand, he roughly opened your jeans and shoved his hand inside, putting his tongue to his lips for a second as he had to force his way down against the tight denim. You both sighed with relief when he got deep enough to feel your soaked opening, into which he plunged two fingers suddenly. "Fuck!" you gasped.

"Mm," he hummed happily, mouthing at your neck this time. "So wet— are you having fun, babe?"

"Yes, yes, just— don't stop," you whimpered.

"Oh? You want me to taste them some more?" he taunted.

"Eddie!" you whined defiantly, and he chuckled as he kissed his way down your bare chest and started all over again, teasing your nipples with little pecking kisses before finally sticking his tongue out and swirling it around them gently. It made your pussy pulse on his fingers, as did the way he moaned just from feeling you like this.

"Can you come for me?" he breathed. "Can you come while I'm— fuck— while I'm sucking on your pretty tits?"

"Yeah," you nodded, whining louder as his fingers curled into your spot.

He pumped his fingers inside you carefully, your jeans too tight to allow him to move his whole hand— so he just had to slide his fingers up and down, rubbing your clit not-so-accidentally with the knuckle at the beginning of his palm. Your legs were shaking already.

"Come on, that's it," he cooed around a mouthful of your skin, moving over back to the other breast again. "Yeah, cream on my fingers, babe, know you want to..."

And you did, whimpering at his encouragement and feeling your knees almost give out. He cooed at you as he felt you come apart, even just letting the natural movements of his lips and tongue as he spoke tease your sensitive breasts. You winced when he pulled his fingers out of you and his hand out of your jeans, standing up straight again to show you what a pretty, sticky mess you'd made on him.

"Wanna suck all that deliciousness off my fingers for me, princess?" he purred, watching with a slack mouth as you opened yours and took them in, tasting your tangy arousal. "Mm, good job— that's— fuck that's good, babe..."

He lost a bit of his composure as you sucked harder on his fingers, massaging them with your tongue—

"Shit!" he grunted. "Forgot how devilish that little mouth of yours is... suck harder?"

You did, blinking your eyes up at him, before he tore his hand away to give you a big, sloppy, needy kiss with his panting breaths all over it.

His hands were on your tits again, grabbing greedier handfuls of them, squeezing almost too hard to make you moan into his mouth.

You whined when you felt his hips press forward, his obvious and throbbing erection right against your thigh through his jeans. He broke away from the kiss with a gasp, eyes dark and heavy as they stared down at you.

"Fuck, fuck, just jerk me off," he grunted as he started quickly unbuttoning his jeans for you, pulling his cock out and grabbing your hand to wrap around it. You started stroking him quickly, watching as he shut his eyes and panted and leaned his head down. "Damn, baby, that's good... just like that, m'close..."

You stroked him just a bit faster, twisting your hand gently at his tip, letting the sticky precum smooth your movements.

"Got me so worked up suckin' on your tits, babe," he sighed, "and you sound so pretty when I do it to you. M'fuckin'— shit— gonna come, sweetheart, gonna— ah!"

He grunted as seed painted your hand, dripping down your wrist, making you bite your lip as he pumped into your hand with absent-minded thrusts of his hips. "Don't stop, Eddie," you whispered, "keep coming."

"God," he choked, "you— fuck!"

You kept pumping him with your hand until you heard him whine through his teeth and knew that was the end of it— and he really had unloaded a lot onto you, come covering your hand and dripping down to the ground quickly.

"Christ," he grunted, opening his eyes again and staring wide-eyed at the mess he made. "Emptied my fuckin' balls on you, apparently— sorry."

"Don't apologize, I wanted you to," you promised.

"Can I come on your tits next time?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth in an instant as you inhaled a sharp breath. "Deal."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader

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alostlittleriverlotus · 6 days

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Oh yeah make sure neglected people get love until that neglected person is a fucking narcissist. Cause all narcissists are bad. Everything I do is intentionally manipulative or maybe they'll say I'm not actually a narcissist and are just confused or supporting them cause I've been made to feel guilty. I've been on both sides. People will believe I'm a narcissist and so therefore I'm abusive or people will not believe I'm a narcissist cause I'm too nice and just getting caught up in narcissists manipulating me to support them.

I hate the idea that my self image is not by my choice. I will always be what OTHERS perceive me as. I have always been that and it will continue to be that. People will either see someone that can't do any wrong or someone that can only do wrong. Like stfu I am a person! I can do good and bad! I have a past of being toxic and harmful esp as a teenager cause I was a fucking mentally fucked teen still in an abusive situation.

I just. I dunno. Im waiting on food so I'm very like just ranty about everything and anything. But like. Stfu. Stfu stfu stfu stfu stfu. If anyone else is needy and needs attention or reassurance then it's fine. But I have had it demonized since my fucking childhood and had my fucking meltdowns demonized as being intentionally manipulative!!! I WAS A FIVE YEAR OLD AUTISTIC CHILD STFU!!!!!

And people praising empathy as being good piss me off. Cause you know what else can also have hypoempathy? AUTISM. Low empathy is not just an "evil" personality disorder thing. Anyone can be anywhere on the scale of empathy. And it doesn't fucking matter. And anyone can be capable of good or bad. It has literally nothing to do with narcissism or any disorder.

Like wtf are anti narcissists gonna fucking do when they realize theyve done harm??? Cause you know what being someone believing in narc abuse did to me?! It made me believe that i was justified as a victim of narcissists so therefore I couldn't be wrong in my trauma responses.

Yeah. Accepting im a narcissist did way more for helping my relationships by allowing me to understand and communicate my needs than believing in narc abuse and calling my parents narcissists ever fucking did. Wtf are they gonna do when they're told about the harm they've done??? Not even related to narc abuse. I would have horrible episodes and defended myself cause I wasn't like my abusive "narcissistic" parents. And all it did was lead to more fights and more episodes and my friend couldn't help cause they were dealing with trauma responses too (people pleasing, believing it was okay what I did or that she deserved it even when I told her not to say or believe that, it's a very lengthy explanation required thing.)

Anyone and everyone is capable of good and bad and is capable of harming others. Whether it's full on abuse, even worse things, or just being insensitive and thoughtless. Focusing so much on the big bad narcissists will only continue to focus on this "us vs them" mentality that completely negates any sort of nuance and ignores the fact that harmful people, abusers, and even the worst of humanity is ALLOWED by society. It isn't a prevalence of narcissists, it is fucking bigotry. And it is everywhere. And it allows abuse to be normalized.

Big list of things I been thinking on. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm already fucking stressed and my parents won't stfu so I can think and type. Disorganized speech, semiverbal, can't thinky think.

#actually narcissistic #actually traumatized #narcissistic #narcissism #surviving narcissism #narcissistic abuse #narcissistic personality disorder #ableism #npd stigma #narc abuse isn't real #narc abuse #cluster b safe #rant #semiverbal #disorganized speech #actually autistic

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basuralindo · 7 months

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Echo of the blog!!! kindly bestow onto us the knowledge of some of the best potato recipes you've got!!! seeing the potatoes in culinary crucible have ignited the cravings for all my favorite fried dishes!! :D

Hi!! (this in a weird brain day so sorry in advance if I sound as scattered as I feel awefjakg)

Welll I actually don't cook with potatoes much, so most of my recipes are pretty opportunistic, but I have a few!

So, I mostly prefer sweet potatoes (not yams. dunno shit about yams and I don't like them). I've always used ube or murasaki sweet potatoes back home, but recently discovered there's a white people equivalent that's way more accessible in the mainland. I don't know what they're called, but they're beige on the outside and yellow-white on the inside, and they're in the sweet potato and yam section. My other favorites are those smallish yellow potatoes which I also don't know the name of, but they're pretty distinctive. Anyway, most of the sweet potato recipes work well with normal potatoes too.

Easy potato: Both these actually taste great just microwaved (wrap it in a wet paper towel and rotate it every couple minutes, and it'll cook evenly without drying out -don't forget to stab it with a fork a few times first) with butter and spices. That's my executive disfunction go-to. (if you're using regular potatoes, then once they're fully cooked, cut them in half and add the butter spices and herbs, then put some cheese over it and put them back in the microwave for like 30 seconds)

Fried potato: If I'm gonna be cooking anything in a pan, I'll set some of the sauce and oil aside and cook the potatoes with. I start them off in the microwave again until they're pretty soft (doesn't matter if they're completely done, so long as it's at least most of the way there), then cut them in half lengthwise, either coat the exposed side in sauce or just put the sauce in the pan first, then just lay them on the pan exposed-side down and press them down with a spatula while they fry! It's good to flip them and fry the other side a bit too, but not necessary if you don't eat the skins. (this is best with sweet potato)

Potato pancakes: So, I don't have any particular recipe for mashed potatoes, but I know what to do with the leftovers! My mom used to just throw leftover mashed potatoes on the pan and call it good, but my old stepfamily made latkes, so I worked out a bastard combo: Get your leftover mashed potatoes, beat an egg or two depending on the amount, and mix them together with shredded/thinly sliced cheese and whatever herbs and spices you want (measure with your heart), then just plop some decently sized scoops onto a pan with oil/butter and fry till they're golden on the outside! These don't always hold together well, so careful when flipping them.

Homefries: This is an imitation of my dad's recipe from memory, I haven't made it in a few years cause it's kinda mid, but I digress. Anyway, for this you start off with diced potatoes and let them steam under a lid (or ceramic plate, whatever you got) on the pan on medium-low heat until they're kinda soft if you poke them all the way through with a fork. Once they're soft, add oil (I prefer olive for everything, but again, use whatever you got) and whatever seasoning you want, turn up the heat to medium/medium high, and fry till golden. (my dad's always were lightly charred at the edges, I thought it was intentional as a kid, but I think he just consistently burns food. go with whatever level of crisp you enjoy)

Aaaand that's all that comes to mind right now? I made an experimental rice dish for a plane trip where I was worried the rice would dry out over night, so I fried it up with some sweet potato and a lot of added water, which worked out perfect! Sweet potato soaks up and hangs onto a LOT of water and sauce, so if you simmer the combination with sauce/seasoning until it's somewhat firm, you get a really flavorful starch base to go with a travel meal that won't dry out on you!

Good luck with the cooking! Sorry I don't have more concrete recipes for you though

(also, sauces: never underestimate the power of soy sauce-honey-garlic-ginger combo. you can add rum and balsamic or malt vinegar too.)

#asks #for quartz #recipes #echo's bastard cookbook #trash talk

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rosetintedgunman · 2 months

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February 14th

It was a very busy evening at the Moonlight Roller. Many couples had decided to choose the venue as their date night. And why wouldn't they? Those who favoured the cheesy holiday would be rewarded with bright, heart-shaped decorations, special deals that were literally too good to be true, and plenty of activities to encourage a good night out.

Except... Wilford wasn't anywhere to be found.

That was rather unusual. After all, wasn't this a holiday that was made just for him? It seemed someone else had drawn this conclusion - the person whose home he had crashed.

Dante was not one to observe Valentine's Day, but it was one of the rare times he allowed himself to indulge in a simple pleasure from his human life and read a romance novel on the couch. Wilford was on the floor, one hand holding a joke book in the air as he debated on whether he wanted to read it.

It was... surprisingly peaceful, taking the reporter's eccentricity into account. In fact, it took some time before Dante realised something rather important:

It was a good question, and one that Wilford didn't immediately answer. Instead, he placed the book on his lap and slumped against the piece of furniture.

"I don't think I'm th' expert of love I always claim ta be." Wilford leaned his head back until it lightly pressed against the arm of the couch. "I mean... I know I cared fer Celine an' all, but that love was fake since she didn't love me back. I was just an escape."

Dante hummed, closing his book to give his friend attention. "This isn't like you. Normally you'd redirect your attention to your love of your friends."

"True, but I can't really have friends hangin' in a date night zone tonight, can I?"

"I doubt it would be a helpful night to find someone single."

"Nah. With how things have been fer me, it's th' best time ta find that lover, or somethin'. My days are in order, I've barely fallen into other times, an' I'm on a good no-kill streak. I'm practically safe as a baby! But...." The humour in his voice disappeared, leaving a sense of deflation behind. "It's almost as though me bein' like this makes me feel like I gotta keep an eye out an' protect th' chickies."

"The... 'chickies'?"

"Yeah! All th' younger folks goin' through th' loops!"

"I don't think you need to worry about 'age difference' between us and adults of consenting age when those of our fate are unable to feel the progression of time in the same way."

Wilford put his book down so he could roll sideways until he was kneeling against the side of the couch. "What if they think I'm old an' not hot?"

The entity quirked an eyebrow. "You sound ridiculous right now."

"What if I'm losin' my hotness radar an' I can't find anyone of my type 'cause I dunno what that is anymore??" Truly, what a rotten fate!!

Unfortunately, Dante was not the person to lament to. "You act like I know the answer to your problems."

"Yeah. Yer smart."

"But about a matter such as love? I grew up in a loveless family and died a bachelor. I'm not a fountain of knowledge."

Wilford slumped forward until his chin bumped against the couch. "Yeah, I 'spose... I'll get all that figured out in time." That appeared to be the end of it, as his eyes half-focused on one of the back cushions. "Ya think I ever found love in between then and now?"

Dante didn't know the answer. However, he had to give some sort of response.

"Romantically? I think you did. I'm sure you'll remember something about it that will help you remember your 'date skills'."

Wilford chuckled, moving his gaze to Dante. "Yer a good friend, y'know that? I'm gonna help ya find a date. Least I can do." Wilford's offer did not go down well.

"I can barely tolerate myself most days. I won't subject anyone else to do likewise."

#(muse update)#(featuring Dante: a voice of reason)#(this isn’t implying anything between these two btw. They're bros through and through)#intern doodles (mun art)#on the tablet #(disclaimer: this is the default setting; not taking ships on hiatus into account)#(I simply think it's weird that for a man who is so full of love... he hasn't seen anyone that's caught his eye in a long time)

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Not As Bad As It Could Be (Gradually Getting Worse) Part 2

"No, no, we do not let Donnie in on this."

"Why not?! He deserves to get some closure, Leo!"

"Closure and revenge aren't the same thing! Besides, he's-he's Donnie! He won't want revenge the way you do, anyway!"

"Um, I dunno Leo. He and Raph get pretty close in butt-kicking when I mess with their stuff."

"See? Mikey gets it."

"And that's meant to convince me why?"

"Hey!"

"Look, I- hmm. I'm just saying, he's still... recovering. I think it's worse than he's letting on, I keep hearing him whimper in his sleep. I'm worried about... what we might find. And what it'd do to him."

"... Fine. I get that. But it's gonna be a while before we find out where all these missing mutants are going anyway, so if he's better by then, I say we tell him. If Slash is right, this is putting all mutants in danger, including us."

"Alright. Alright, we'll wait to see if he starts to get better. Now, um, speaking of... has anyone seen him eat today?"

"Don't sweat it bros, I ordered him an awesome keratin bomb pizza! He'll totally eat it up."

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"I'm not hungry." Donnie pushes the plate away. Mikey pouts, and Raph growls in annoyance.

"You say that every time these days, yet once you start you always scarf it down! Just skip the charade and eat it!"

"My stomach hurts again!" Donnie hugs his torso. "I-I think it must be a stress response, or maybe they- th-they ruined something in my stomach lining when they..."

Raph sets down his comic book. "Hey, your stomach itself wasn't cut open, remember? They didn't make it that far. It's probably not physical."

"Yeah, probably," Donnie mumbles, still hugging himself tightly. He eyes the pizza. "Fine, but if I throw up I'm doing it right here, on the couch."

"We'll make Leo clean it up, bro," Mikey says in a sweet tone, patting Donnie's hand.

"Make me clean up what?" Leo looks over from Space Heroes, finally tuning in to the conversation.

"Nothin', dude. Go ahead, Donnie, I'll get you a bucket or something if you need it."

Donnie takes a bite, and then another, and soon half the pizza is gone.

"Told you so," Raph says from the beanbag.

"Hey man, he was just hurtin'. Don't shame him for it." Mikey pats Donnie's hand that still rests on his plastron. "Does your stomach feel better?"

Donnie swallows his bite. "Eh... I guess? I don't know, it- it just aches all the time, and sometimes there's these sharp pains. I used a metal detector to see if anything was... left in me, but nada."

"It'll get better with time," Leo says, bringing Donnie a glass of water. "And since we're still grounded, we've got plenty of it."

"It's not grounded, it's just... biding our time." 'Grounded' makes Donnie feel... guilty, about it. Which is nonsense. He didn't ask to be opened up.

Except his whole existence asks for it. Wouldn't he want to do the same, if he was on the other end of the scalpel? Figure out how a freak like him works?

No, no, he's dabbled in unethical science once or twice, but never that badly. Vivisection is just... cruel. Cruel and cold. And after his experience, he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. No matter how much his worst enemy might wish it on him. No matter how vile, heartless, evil. DESERVING OF IT-

"You're spacing out again dude." Mikey's elbow jabs his side, and Donnie lets out a sharp yelp. He hugs himself tighter, putting his hand over the spot and glaring at Mikey. Mikey laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey guys."

"April!" Donnie perks up right away.

"How're you feeling, Donnie?" She sits next to him.

"Eh, about the same as the last week and a half."

"How's it looking?" He moves his arm just for April, and she winces before remembering to pretend it's not that bad. "Um, coming along great! It's finally starting to fill back in!"

"And it looks nasty." Mikey leans over to look, wrinkling his not-nose. "Why's it look like I can peel it?"

"How should I know? None of us have ever had this wide of a crack heal back over before."

"But you're the medic science guy."

"I'm also the hurt guy."

"Speaking of, I got some stronger painkillers if you need them." April pulls the bottle out. "Don't ask where I got them... let's just say Casey's been keeping a lookout during his fights."

"Wait, you brought stolen painkillers into the lair?!"

"Sorry, Leo, I just thought Donnie could use them!"

"Thanks, April. I- gah-" Donnie closes his eyes as another sharp pain shoots through him, gritting his teeth as he waits for it to be over. When it is he sighs, and holds out his hand for the bottle. "I'm getting tired of waking up in the middle of the night like that."

"Is it infected?" April digs in her bag. "I might have some hydrogen peroxide."

"I have plenty, don't worry. And no, it just- guh- hurts. It's possible it'll scar pretty badly, which could mean I'll have to completely adjust my entire way of moving and fighting."

"Aw, I'm sure it won't be that bad. And if it is, I'll help you come up with some new moves."

Donnie smiles thankfully at her. He's managed to regulate his feeling for her to "just enjoying having her around without wanting more" for the most part, and it's honestly a lot nicer than the former obsession.

Sometimes he thinks back on the ways he acted, and it both gives him chills and makes him burn with shame. The following her, the obsessing over her and Casey being alone together... he's glad she looked past it to remain his friend. Even if it is also concerning that she didn't cut him off.

Her being friends with a freak like him in the first place is concerning. Even though she has Kraang DNA she's more human than he'll ever be. What's wrong with her? Something must be. Something must be wrong in her brain. Maybe he can find it an fix it. She'll leave them all, though. But what keeps her here?

"Donnie?" Her hand gently taps against his cheek. "Hey, stop that. I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but I don't like what I'm feeling from you."

Donnie sighs. "Can't hide anything from you," he says with a weak smile. He takes some of the new painkillers. "Ugh, I hate looking at the crack. Mikey is right, it's growing back in layers and- oh, I might be sick. Terrible textures..."

"Here, I thought of this." April digs into her bag and pulls out a very large hoodie. "Ta-da! This should fit over your shell."

Donnie takes it, eyes widening as he rubs his hand over the fabric. Slowly, carefully, April helps him get it on.

She hands him a mirror when it's done. "There. Hey look, you're actually wearing real clothes for once," she says with a giggle.

Donnie stares into the mirror, mouth a little agape. The hood falls over his eyes a bit, hiding most of his face. It's truly huge, baggy enough that it's hard to tell there's a bulge from his shell at the back. The sleeves are too long, hanging well past his hands.

April's smile fades a little. "Sorry, um, it was the best I could fi-"

"I love it." Donnie pulls the hood forward a little more, further obscuring his face. He pulls his legs up, tucking them into it. Almost none of him is even visible, and he truly loves it. "I-I might never take it off."

April tries to smile again, but Donnie can tell it's strained. She must feel something from him, but what? He's just happy. He can barely see his stupid body, and he's delighted by it. Not even the near-blinding, dizzying pain in his torso can ruin it.

"Donnie!" April has her hands on him, and oh, he's tipping forward. "You almost passed out, I-I felt that! That didn't feel normal!"

"It's just, hhh, just healing." Donnie finds himself panting, struggling to talk through the continuing flare-up. He thinks about her words, and starts to laugh. It hurts, it hurts badly, but he can't stop.

"Donnie, you're scaring me."

"Probably just, gah, the p-painkillers kicking in," he assures through laughter and grunts of pain. "But I- ha! You-you said normal!"

"And?"

"Does any- hhhnn- anything about thi-this situation say normal t- ah- to you?"

"You know what I meant."

"I don't," he giggles, head feeling fuzzy. It's not that different from when Vizioso sedated him, actually, and the memory send another stab of pain through him. He doubles over again. "I don't h-have a clue what normal is!"

"Master Splinter! Donnie's having a bad reaction to some painkillers!"

"This is-is what happens when a freak tries some normal medicine!" Donnie laughs deliriously again, he feels all floaty.

"April, what has happened?!"

"I don't know! Casey and I checked to make sure the painkillers weren't laced with anything, but now he's just laughing and talking about being a freak-"

FREAK!

Donnie puts his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hear it!"

"My son, look at me."

Donnie can't open his eyes.

"Donatello!"

Why do his stupid guts hurt so bad?!

"April, get Raphael, I need his help carrying Donatello to his room."

And once again, suddenly Donnie is being lifted and carried. He hugs his midsection tightly again. "The freak can't even process painkiller right," he spits, then laughs. "Look at me, I have the biggest brain of the mutant sewer people! So special!"

"Aw, shut it, Donnie," comes Raph's far-away mumbling. "That's the drugs talking."

"Suuuuure." Donnie pulls the hood around his face. "Sure it is."

"Where's all of this coming from?"

Freaks

Ugly

Mutants

Monsters

"It hurts."

"... I know, bro. Here." He's laid down on a sort of soft, old, sewer-water-stained mattress, too familiar of a comfort to be a comfort. "Rest up, okay?"

Donnie starts to drift off, and the last thing he hears is Leo outside of the door speaking to Raph, voice low and very I-told-you-so.

"What was that earlier about him getting better soon?"

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt donnie #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfiction #angst

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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A Royal Spooky Fuck Up | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4,7k

Warnings: Strong language, ghost stuff, mention of death

a/n: Soooo we ended up forgetting to tell you guys something lol we thought it was pretty dehumanizing to call each of the Nathans "Lyddie's Nathan" or "Win's Nathan" so we gave them nicknames. Lyddie's Nathan is now Nate and Win's Nathan is Nats. Hope it's not confusing and that you enjoy our second quad adventure for the @sheehalloween

(Masterlist)

The year was 2022, life was just starting to look normal again, as normal as it gets. It was the end of a long eight show week in Six, where Lydia had been playing Anne Boleyn for a few months and she was rewatching The Crown.

"Oh my God," she sobbed. No matter how many times she watched the scene where King George VI was found in his bed, she always cried. "And she wasn't there, Elizabeth wasn't there!"

"I thought you were anti-monarchy?" Win said as she walked through the living room to find her wife in tears in front of the telly.

"I am! I'm very anti-monarchy, I'm practically an anarchist," she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "I mean, King George got us through World War II, he was a great person. It's just a hobby, but I don't support it, our money pays for their luxury while everyone is struggling with the energy bills... horrific!"

"Yeah, no kidding, it's disgustin'," Winnie scoffed, though she plopped down next to Lydia on the couch.

"Oh shit! Did yeh hear?" Nats cried, skidding into the room.

"Hear what?" Win asked, frowning at him.

"We just saw it online, the Queen kicked th'bucket," Nate tilted his head seeing his wife's red puffy eyes. "Oh shit, bad time?"

"THE QUEEN DIED?" Lyddie screamed. "She was okay a couple days ago! What happened? She can't just die! What the fuck? Out of nowhere?"

"Well, not exactly out of nowhere, love, the woman was nearin' 100..." he murmured.

"So much for anti-monarchy," Win grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, she was good and old, one foot in th'grave an all, y'know? People have been waiting for this for a while..." Nats added.

"Everybody knows you can be a republican and still like the Queen! It's the Queen! The only one I've ever known, the only one my parents ever knew..." Lydia tried to work through the shock. "And what's the alternative? Carrot finger Dumbo and his mistress?"

"Th'alternative? Uh, I dunno, abolish th'whole bloody monarchy?" Win muttered.

"Don't know if y'know Lyds, but um- back in Ireland we're not her biggest fans," Nate sat down, stroking her back. "Pretty sure the chants in the streets now are Lizzie's in a box... but we're all here, we love ya."

"Yeah, course we love yeh. It's gunna be okay," Nats assured, sitting down on her other side.

"They've been here forever, they're not going anywhere," Lydia clung to Nats. "Oh no! The corgis..."

"The corgis will be fine," Nate murmured. "I think you're still gettin' over Betty White and Sond-"

"Don't say Sondheim or I'll cry..." she breathed, nearly a whisper. "I was gonna meet the Queen next month, the Royal Variety Performance."

"Maybe we should turn off Th'Crown," Win suggested, grabbing the remote and turning off the television while the boys comforted her.

"Hey, would it make y'feel better if we tried t'conjure th'Queen?" Nats exclaimed, snapping his fingers as he thought of it.

"You're gonna... conjure Queen Elizabeth? Won't she be angry at us? I mean, our flat is a dump next to her lavatory, let alone the rest of her palace," Lydia pouted.

"Well then guess you'll just meet the new King and Queen when you're singin' next month..." Nate teased.

"Queen consort! Camilla could never! And the new King is a self-proclaimed tampon, no way! I wanna meet the OG."

“Well, maybe we won’t conjure her physically,” Nats mused, tapping his bottom lip in thought. “What if we used an ouija board just t’talk to her?”

“How would you even know if you were actually talking to Queen Elizabeth?” Win snorted.

"We ask? Ghosts don't really have a reason to lie, do they?" Lydia watched as Nate made her a neon pink board.

"I guess that one time Jamie just omitted the fact that he was dead... he didn't lie," he sighed heavily.

“Or if they’re evil spirits,” Win said, pitching her voice low for effect while wigging her fingers ominously.

"Don't be silly... we can all see ghosts, if there were evil spirits roaming around I think we'd know. The ghosts we see are the ones we attract," Lyddie scoffed, trying not to think too much about that possibility.

“Serve yourselves then,” she shrugged.

“Aw c’mon, Winnie, at least come out your fingers on th’plancette,” Nats said, gesturing for her to join them around the coffee table.

"Please stay with us, just... don't move it around on purpose," Lydia asked, somewhat scared of what could happen. She didn't wanna end up like the Exorcist girl or another stupid child who misused the board.

"She wouldn't do that, it's okay, none of us would... maybe me, but I'm givin' you my word," Nate assured.

“I promise I won’t take th’piss,” Winnie said, holding her hand up solemnly before grinning at her wife and placing her fingers on the edge of the planchette. “So, how d’we start this thing?” she asked, looking at Nate.

"Oh, this is exciting, it's like The Craft... only hopefully with a better ending," Lydia cleared her throat before closing her eyes.

"When you're done don't forget t'say goodbye," Nate warned. "Okay okay. Hello spirits," she nodded and he covered his mouth not to laugh. "We are holding this seance to reach a very special person, we hope you all understand. Only positive energies are allowed in this circle and we humbly ask Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary of Windsor to come forward."

For a long moment, nothing happened, and the four of them held their breaths, their fingers trembling on the planchette, but it didn’t move.

"I guess I should explain... your majesty, I'm Lydia Young, I was about to perform in the royal variety show with my wife Win. My Irish husbands are here too, but no hard feelings."

"Well, some hard feelin's, my family... sorry we can talk politics later, Lizzie," Nate shook his head just as the planchette moved to hello.

Win’s brows rose and she nearly pulled her hands away. “Holy fu—“ she breathed. “It’s actually moving.”

“Ask her somethin’ else, Lyds!” Nats urged, excitement coursing through him. He half wondered if it was only working because of his and his twin's medium powers.

"Um... your majesty, did you attend your son's second wedding reception wearing white as retaliation for when Camilla wore white to his first wedding?" Lydia asked.

"Seriously? That's your question?" Nate chuckled and for a long time, nothing happened again.

“Did we lose her?” Win wondered aloud, watching the board for any tremble of movement.

Instead of drifting towards the yes or no, the planchette vibrated slightly before moving to the letter S.

"S? what does that mean? I, M..." Nate watched it in confusion.

"Simon? Why is she talking about him?" Lydia felt another shiver, but instead of excitement, this time it was fear.

"Guys, I don't think we're talkin' to th'dear departed Queen," Winnie whispered, her mouth going dry. She wanted to pull her hands away or yank the planchette to the 'goodbye' scrawled in the corner, but she couldn't move.

"Oh well, I think we have the wrong person, so... we respectfully ask to end this seance and say goodbye," Lyds stammered, but her hand was pulled as the spirit started to spell another word.

"Oh shit... MU... MUR... Murder, that's just great," Nate grimaced, shaking his head and regretting every decision he made that day.

"Simon and Murder," Win mused. "Oh fuck... I think we're talkin' to--" her exclamation cut short as the table beneath the ouija board began to vibrate.

"Sally? Is that you?" Lydia asked and the planchette surged towards the yes. "Oh, for fuck's sake, we know he killed you, you were gonna send us to jail! For a self-defense murder!"

"Wait who's Sally?" Nate asked before his mouth fell open. "Oh... the corpse bride lookin' cunt who gave me shit for that brick on her windshield!"

“Yeah, our probation worker,” Win added.

Nats opened his mouth to ask what to do next when the lights began to flicker ominously and the planchette began to move again. “What’s she spellin’ now?” he yelped, hoping no one could hear how freaked out he was.

"Justice... oh please! You're dead!" Lydia cried, but she didn't want to upset the spirits. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry. It's just that he had to do it."

"We're good people! We never killed anyone cause we wanted to. Please fuck off," Nate pleaded.

“Let’s hang up, this call is goin’ nowhere,” Win said, dragging the planchette over to the ‘goodbye’ in the corner. “See ya, y’frigid bitch,” she muttered, wiping her hands.

“Guess she’s still pissed at us, even after all that time,” Nats mused. “Y’d think she’d mellow out after findin’ her boyfriend in th’afterlife.”

"Maybe they went to different places," Lydia pointed one finger up and one down. "I mean, Tony wasn't amazing, but he didn't do that to us cause he wanted to either. He was possessed."

"Maybe," Nate shrugged. "Can't see her anywhere, so it's over. Don't worry."

"I'll call Simon to put a Greek evil eye on his door," she jumped in search of her phone.

"I don't think Tony woulda turned violent unless he already had violence in his heart," Win murmured thoughtfully as she picked up the ouija board to put away. "But I'm glad that's over with, it gave me the skeevies."

"Probably, think we all got powers that had to do with who we are. I've always felt really vulnerable, so I got a shield. Nathan is dumb so he can't die..."

"Hey!" Nate laughed. "Don't think that's why!"

"I was afraid of bein' seen as a leech, so my power's leechin' other peoples'," Win muttered, still kinda sore about that one, even if it did come in handy.

"Don't say that, your power saved us so many times," Lyddie emerged from their room with her phone to give her wife a hug. But just as she took the other woman in her arms, the bedroom door slammed shut

Yelping in surprise, Win jumped into her arms. "D'you think...? It couldn't have been Sally, could it? We ended the seance..." she whispered, a chill running down her spine.

"She never said goodbye, but... Nate said he couldn't see anyone," Lyds held her protectively. "It was probably the wind, I left the window open."

"Right, yeah. The wind..." she agreed hesitantly, shaking her head, her voice trembling slightly. "C'mon, let's go make something to eat."

"Yeah, there's some leftover curry, I can toast some bread," Lyddie tried to not freak out for everyone's sake.

"Yummy! I'm starvin', all the supernatural shit really drained me," Nate hopped on the stool and leaned over the counter.

“Are you really not even a little rattled?” Win asked the boys as she pulled the dish of leftovers out of the fridge for Lydia.

“Nah, what’s she gunna do?” Nats scoffed, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Your mum and our brother have t'make the biggest effort t'visit. What makes Sally so powerful that she could haunt us?" Nate agreed.

"Don't worry baby, nothing is gonna hurt us, I'm here," Lyddie smiled reassuringly.

Lydia’s words placated Win for the time being, but by the time they were getting ready for bed, more strange things began to happen.

“Nate, did you filch my clean pyjamas from th’bathroom?” Winnie huffed, emerging in her towel, her hair still dripping.

"That would've been a great idea t'see you naked, but no... someone got there before me," Nate gave his brother an accusatory glare.

"I can find something for you to wear," Lydia offered, opening the top dresser drawer and screaming when the bottom one opened as well, hitting her legs.

“What, it wasn’t me!” Nats cried, his exclamation turning into a sharp shriek of alarm as his wife cried and jumped back. “Oh shit! Lollipop, you alright?”

He quickly rushed to her side and kicked the dresser door shut. Suddenly the lights began to flicker faster and faster before the door slammed shut with a whoosh leaving them in darkness.

“I’m fairly certain that wasn’t th’wind this time!” Win exclaimed, having jumped into Nate’s arms atop the bed.

"Yeah, we might have a problem," Lydia murmured, letting Nats embrace her. "How can we banish her? She's so salty for no reason! She took my brother's phone, he was just trying to get it back."

"I don't know, I'd call my priest uncle, but things were a little awkward after the... y'know, fake possession stunt," Nate shared a look with his twin before loosening Winnie's towel to get a peek at her goods. "Ooh, nice, never gets old."

She gave him a halfhearted smack to the shoulder but didn’t bother recovering herself.

“I’m gunna ignore th’bit about a fake possession, though I’m definitely curious,” she said, looking between the two. “Maybe we should call a priest though? Not your uncle, but a priest?” she asked, her gaze going to her wife.

"Do you know any priests? I've never even been to a church, my mum's a former Catholic turned atheist and my dad's a Jewish hippie," Lydia covered them all in a force field as one of her Tony awards was launched from the shelf.

"I don't know, maybe there's some 0800-priest. Do we know any pastors maybe? Or monks? Maybe your dad knows a rabbi!" Nate asked.

“No, sorry. My family never went t’church either.” Win shook her head. “Maybe we could call th’local parish? See if they can help us?” She suggested, wincing as several books exploded from the shelf.

"We can't sleep like this! Let's go over there right now, I'm not letting this cunt hurt you. Nate, get us dressed, we're leaving," Lydia demanded.

"Right now? It's late," he said, though he followed her instructions, snapping his fingers to dress all of them up. "Could be dangerous."

"Not as dangerous as sleeping with a vengeful spirit in our house. Someone will have to help us."

“Will anyone even be there at this hour?” Nats asked, quickly shutting his mouth at the look his wife threw him.

"If there isn't, we're spending the night with my parents," Lyddie shoved a few essentials in a backpack and headed to the door while covering herself and the others still.

"What if she tries t'follow us?" he wondered as they walked across the estate to the big cathedral.

"Then I guess we better hope th'priest is in," Win murmured.

As expected, the doors at the church were locked, so Lydia banged with both fists while Nate tried to unlock it.

"Hey! We need help! We messed it up and now we're haunted!" She screamed.

After several minutes of their pounding and Lyddie's screaming, the door finally swung open, revealing a very disheveled looking man.

"Yes?" He exclaimed, leaning heavily against the church door.

"There are millions of bloody priests in the world, why the fuck he's the one helpin' us?" Nate hissed.

"Oh my... this is... this is new," Lydia's legs nearly gave out when she saw him, an exact copy of Nathan but with some facial hair. Not much, but enough to make her weak in the knees.

I fancy a priest, I'm so going to hell if I die one day, she thought, even more turned on by how sleepy and messy he looked.

"What, may I ask are y'doin' bangin' on th'door at this hour?" The priest asked, his gaze taking in all four of them.

"Oh..." Win breathed, discreetly reaching for Nate's arm, subconsciously trying to remind herself that she was married.

"We're bein' haunted!" Nats exclaimed, breaking the silence. "We need an exorcism, STAT!"

"We're so sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you, but it's really urgent," Lydia tossed her hair and fixed her posture. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to this guy, it'd not like anything would ever happen anyway. "There's a vengeful spirit throwing things around the house, we were trying to communicate with the Queen and things went south. We really really need your help," she pouted slightly.

“Why were y’tryin’ to talk to th’Queen?” the priest scoffed, amusement breaking the annoyed expression he wore. “Come on in, I gotta get dressed,” he murmured, gesturing for them to follow him.

"The royals are sort of a hobby of mine," Lydia obeyed, turning agape at Win like a giddy fan meeting her idol. "Even though I'm not exactly a fan of authority... can I ask what's your name, father?"

"Get a grip, you're married! And thinkin' what you're thinkin' about a priest is a sin for sure," Nate whispered in her ear.

Win met Lyddie’s look with one of her own and had to fight to stifle her snicker as she overhear his hissed warning.

“Uh, it’s Kay,” the priest answered distractedly, leading them to his office, which doubled for a bedroom. “Sit wherever y’like, make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, gesturing to a few worn armchairs in the corner while running his other hand through his close cropped curls.

"Thank you," Lydia smiled, already grateful to Sally for being so stubborn.

Nate took a seat and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her like a dog protecting his bone. "You're shameless, woman," he scolded.

"What? I didn't do anything, and you are right. We're married, for over ten years, you should be over your silly jealousy by now. He's a man of God, I could never!" She fought not to laugh. "I just hope he can help us with the house. Right, Winnie?"

"Yeah, I hope so too," she agreed, sharing a tiny grin with her wife.

"Okay, now get me up t'speed," Kay exclaimed as he returned to the room wearing his vestments. "You said somethin' about en exorcism?" he asked, sitting down on the arm of the chair opposite them.

"Yeah, we're bein' haunted by th'ghost of one of our probation workers," Nats explained.

"Almost fifteen years ago we were arrested and had to do some community service. My brother and this probation worker were having some sort of relationship," Lydia winced thinking about it. "She passed away during an accident and today when we tried to communicate with spirits, she's the one who came forward and she's really angry for some reason. We were wondering if there's anything you can do."

Kay looked thoughtful for a long moment. "I can come and bless your house, I s'pose."

"That's it?" Nats exclaimed incredulously.

"You say that as if you can do it yourself..." Lydia gave him a pointed look. "That would be great."

"Sorry, we're not exactly wired t'trust priests," Nate muttered.

Kay winced and opened his mouth before shutting it again, deciding better not to ask. "Since I'm awake, I suppose now's as good a time as any," he said instead, getting to his feet. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, we're so sorry by the way," Lyddie got up, fixing her skirt. "That whole mess might just make me religious."

"Mhmm, the mess," Nate took her backpack so she wouldn't have to carry it on the way back.

"Oh hush, you," Win hissed, nudging his shoulder as they filed back out the church and back into the night.

"D'yeh think this'll actually work?" Nats wondered in a hushed voice. "No offense to our lookalike priest," he muttered.

"I really hope so, this has t'be worth it," Nate rolled his eyes, following behind as the girls led the way. "Otherwise we'll have t'move out or some shit."

Once back at the house Nats entered hesitantly, looking around to see if Sally was still around. "I think th'coast is clear for th'moment," he said, turning around to let the others in.

"Ah what a bitch!" Lydia gasped when she saw their stuff scattered all over the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to curse."

"You sure?" Nate held up the two halves of her destroyed signed copy of Junji Ito's Uzumaki.

"That cunt whore!" She yelped and immediately covered her mouth, shaking her head in embarrassment.

"It doesn't bother me if you swear," Kay assured her, pattering her shoulder lightly as he stepped past her, surveying the room.

Suddenly a vase fell from the mantle, smashing on the ground and making them jump. "Wow, you weren't kiddin', that's one angry spirit," he murmured.

"We have no idea why..." Lyddie shrugged, taking Nate's hand when she noticed he was staring daggers at Kay. "You'll fix my book later, right? And our trophies..."

"Ask him..." he huffed stubbornly but quietly.

"Oh come on, are you 33 or 13?"

“I can fix them,” Win whispered.

“Sometimes it’s not fair you can do that,” Nats grumbled.

"Thank you, my lovely perfect wife," Lydia stuck her tongue out at the boys.

"You're too soft on her, Winnie," Nate folded his arms.

“And you’re getting your knickers in a twist over nothin’,” she snapped back.

"If y'say so," Nate couldn't deny that fella was being more than generous helping them out in the middle of the night.

“Not to worry,” Kay said, turning back to the four of them. “I’m going to th’cleanse your house now.”

"Thank you so much, do you need us to do anything, father?" Lydia asked tying her hair up in a ponytail.

“I’m gunna sprinkle some holy water in each room as I pray. All yeh need t’do is follow me,” he explained, reaching into his robe to grab his vial of the liquid.

"Yeah, of course," she took Win's hand, not for a moment doubting that plan was going to work. It only made sense... Nate on the other hand was quite unimpressed.

Winnie squeezed her wife's hand and followed after Kay. Though she didn't believe in the whole Jesus thing, she hoped that this prayer thing would work.

"How much you wanna bet this is gunna work or not?" Nats whispered to his twin.

"I bet a threesome that it's not gonna work," he whispered back smugly. "There's no fuckin' way one of our variants is a priest... he must be a fake, only doin' it for the free accommodations."

"Deal." Nats shook on it.

"What are you two on about?" Win hissed as they passed through the living room to the kitchen where Sally had left another mess.

"Nothin'," Nate flashed her a charming grin. "Just talkin' about how much we love our wonderful wives. There ya go always thinkin' the worst..."

Kay sprinkled a few drops of holy water as they went, his voice a melodic prayer. Winnie gave the Nathans a doubtful look, but held her tongue, not wanting to disrupt the cleanse.

I think there's something wrong with me, this is turning me on, Lydia thought, making the sign of the cross and shaking those thoughts away.

Kay continued his prayers, making the sign of the cross before leading them onto the next room.

Suddenly as they returned to the bedroom, everything began to vibrate violently, but he merely raised his voice louder, unperturbed as he flung a spray of holy water across the space. "Leave this house, spirit! By the name of God, I command ye!"

"This is exciting," Win breathed, grabbing Lydia's arm.

"Oh you have no idea..." she brought her wife's hand to her chest, where anyone could easily feel her heart racing. "He's not even scared, he's amazing."

Nate rolled his eyes, trying to look as unfazed, even though he was a little bit freaked out. The lights were flickering and the sounds of the objects flying around were deafening. It all got worse until it finally stopped, leaving them in the most peaceful silence.

"--In God's name, amen." Kay finished his prayer and smiled, turning to face the four of them. "Looks like she's left."

"Oh thank God," Win exclaimed, while Nats still eyed the room reluctantly, just waiting for Sally to return.

"So that's it? That actually worked?" Nate scoffed, only thinking of the threesome he'd have to sit out.

"You're a lifesaver! This is incredible! I have no idea how to thank you," Lydia laughed, unable to contain her excitement. "D-do we pay you? Can I bring you lunch tomorrow?"

"Oh," Kay exclaimed, somewhat taken aback. "No payment is necessary, but..." he hesitated, turning his grin on her, "lunch would be nice, after wakin' me up in th'middle of the night," he chuckled.

"What if she comes back?" Nats cried, scowling at the way Lyddie was gazing at the priest.

"I suppose, let me know and I'll try something a little more advanced," he answered, frowning slightly. "But in th'meantime, maybe no more tryin' to contact the dearly departed Queen via ouija board."

"I promise we will never touch another board again, we'll let the Queen rest," Lydia nodded, already planning what she was going to cook the next day. "I'll make sure to update you tomorrow on the whole ghost situation."

"Yeah well, thanks," Nate sighed, his face unbiddenly showing exactly how jealous he was. "Let's hope she doesn't come back," the last thing he wanted was to invite him over to get rid of another poltergeist.

Kay nodded. "It was my pleasure, good night to you," he said, following them back to the front door and stepping out into the dark street. As soon as he was gone, Nats shut the door heavily and let out a loud sigh.

"Winnieeeeeee!" Lydia squealed, jumping around, it had been a few years since a new variant had appeared. "We're ghost free! Well not really, but the bad ones are gone I hope."

"Thankfully," Nats sighed, catching her around the middle.

"Guess I'll clean the mess then," Nate muttered, waving his hand to fix what was broken and get it back in place even though he swore he wouldn't do it.

Win laughed at her wife's excitement before turning to Nate and winding her arms around his neck, stretching to do so. "Thank you, babe," she whispered.

"Yeah yeah..." he tried to fight a smile. "What don't I do for you two?" He held her in turn, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She smiled, tilting her chin to look up at him. "Think we can resume where we were when I was in your lap with naught but a towel?" she purred, twining one of his curls around her finger.

"Now that's a plan," he lifted her in his arms, disappearing with her clothes even before reaching the bedroom. "So much better."

She giggled, letting out a yelp as he tumbled to the bed with her. "So glad to have our home back t'normal," she murmured, running her fingers through Nathan's curls.

"Me too, from now on we only summon the spirits we know," Nate mumbled against her lips. "I kinda bet a threesome with Nats and lost, so I'll keep you tonight. All mine."

"Guess y'shoulda had more faith then," Win teased, opening her mouth to him, grinning into the kiss. "But mmm, I like th'sound of bein' all yours tonight."

"Stop with that face, I'm not even looking and I know which face you have," Lydia turned in Nats' embrace and touched the tip of his nose with her own. "See? I knew it."

"And what face is that?" He asked with a laugh, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose.

"It's cute, you always scrunch your nose and your lips do this thing when you eat something you don't like or when you're jealous," she teased, scratching his scalp gently.

"Yeah, yeah, obviously I'm jealous," he grumbled, pushing his lip out further.

"As cute as it is when you're jealous of us, you know there's nothing to worry about, have we ever fucked another Nathan? We met several... and this is probably the only one who doesn't want anything to do with us," Lydia assured, stealing a kiss.

"I know," Nats murmured, pulling her closer by the waist and deepening the kiss.

"Good, you're the only one for me," she whispered. "Well, not really, but you get the picture."

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#misfits fanfic #misfits nathan #misfits #fanfic #timeline anomaly verse #nathan young #nathan x oc #nathan x lydia #nathan x win #otp: green apple lollipop #fic collab #sheehalloween 2022

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nonbinary-alien25 · 2 years

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That was really beautifully written, i liked it a lot!

Here are some more if you want to:

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

And please never worry about taking a long time or anything like that

thanks!! i'm glad you liked it :)

note: i started this the other night but spent probably at least an hour staring at my ceiling and listening to music and also unable to think of anything coherent to write so. alas i am writing these later than i actually wanted to, but such is life

❛ pinky promise? ❜

Ava jolted awake, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. She searched frantically around the bed, grasping at the sheets and blankets before finally making contact with Sara's outstretched arm. If she weren't in the middle of a panic attack, Ava would've taken a moment to think about how adorable it was that Sara was always reaching out for her in her sleep. Her wife was certainly quite the cuddler.

Ava breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sara! Sara, thank god," she said breathlessly as she scrambled to pull Sara up and into her arms, "Thank god you're okay, I thought I'd lost you."

"Shhh, it's okay, Aves," Sara murmured sleepily, pressing her face against Ava's neck and wrapping an arm tightly around her while she pressed her other hand to Ava's chest, "I'm okay, babe, I'm here. I'm never leaving you ever again, Aves. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

Ava nodded, letting her breath out slowly as she started to calm down.

"Pinky promise?" she whispered, still unable to let go of the remaining tendrils of fear. She held out her pinky for Sara to grasp with her own.

"Pinky promise, babe," Sara reassured, interlocking her pinky with Ava's and holding on tight.

She reached up, resting her hand against Ava's neck and rubbing her thumb gently back and forth as she snuggled closer.

"I love you. I'm here," Sara murmured as she began to slip back under the warm blanket of sleep.

Ava breathed another sigh of relief, tightening her hold on her wife's half-asleep frame. Sara was still there with her; she hadn't lost her. That was all that mattered.

wow i dunno if i can top that in terms of softness. regardless, onward!

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

Sara sat with her back against the clear wall of the Waverider's lab. She knew Ava was just on the other side of that wall, sitting in much the same position as her.

"You don't have to keep yourself locked in there, Sara. You can come out," Ava said softly.

"No. I don't trust myself," Sara said, voice low and quiet, and if the silence between them hadn't been so overwhelmingly complete then Ava might not have heard it, "The Death Totem fucked something up in me, it awakened the bloodlust. The meditation isn't working anymore and it keeps getting stronger. This is the only way to keep you guys safe."

Ava sighed, standing up and moving to the door of the lab. She made eye contact with Sara as she slowly opened it and stepped inside.

"Ava, no, what are you doing? You can't be in here. It's not safe," Sara said worriedly as she jumped to her feet.

"You might not trust yourself, Sara, but relationships are built on trust, and I trust you," Ava said calmly, stepping closer to Sara slowly but purposefully so as not to scare her, "You're not gonna hurt me."

"You can't possibly know that," Sara whispered, eyes widening ever so slightly as Ava grew closer.

"I do," Ava pressed, "You won't hurt me. I know you, Sara, and I know your kindness and your humanity. I know your morality. I know your loyalty. I know that you're fiercely protective of the people you love, sometimes even to your own detriment."

She took one final step and came face to face with Sara.

"But above all, Sara, I know your heart. And I know how good you are, even if you have a hard time seeing it yourself."

Ava placed her hand on Sara's chest, directly over her heart. She felt it beating wildly underneath her. She took one of Sara's slightly shaking hands and placed it over her own heart, pressing it down and allowing Sara to feel it beating calm and steady.

"You're not going to hurt me," she whispered confidently.

The bloodlust quieted down. Sara looked at her in awe.

"It hasn't been this quiet in weeks," she said softly, voice filled with astonishment and hints of miraculous disbelief.

Ava smiled at her softly, tenderly pushing a stray lock of hair behind Sara's ear.

"I love you. Now come home," Ava murmured, looking at Sara with so much love that Sara felt like she was nearly about to explode.

"Thank you," Sara whispered, stepping into Ava's open arms for a much needed hug, "I love you so much."

hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for the ask!! these were so so soft and sweet to write, i really enjoyed it!! as always, feel free to send more asks with prompts or requests if you'd like!

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#avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #soft and sweet sentence starters #ask #anon #drabble #ficlet #alien's writing

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parttimepuff · 1 month

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Congrats on becoming legal! What are you guys gonna do first?

"Am I, supposed to do something?" Beep asked, tilting her head to the side. "Huh… I hadn't really thought of anything on my end." Reverie admitted, his anxiety of the process having take up the majority of his thoughts. "All the more time to now, right?" Gremlin figured. "Like, what?" His niece questioned. No one had an immediate answer. "Hm…" Her father hummed, trying to think of something.

Luna was the first to speak up. "Like… you could buy things now, right? And visit new places, too." She suggested, but Reverie shook his head. "I dunno if we can really do that until Dedede tells everyone we can, though." He pointed out. "I mean, you can, Rev." Beep muttered, a guilt welling up inside him as a result. "I, well, people won't know what the heck I even am if I went out now." The Dream Fae explained.

The Matter wasn't entirely convinced. "I guess, but most people are fine with Gremlin?" Beep gestured to her uncle who shifted uncomfortably. "Mm, most of 'em. And Rev, you look enough like a human that people might think you're one." Gremlin thought. "I'm not sure I want that kinda attention, either." Reverie replied, bringing his wings closer to himself.

"At least you’ll get a pass, though." Beep continued. Reverie wanted to protest, but it would just make things worse. They both had their problems with social interaction, but they weren't comparable. "Yeah… That's, probably true." He conceded. Tension hung in the air as they contemplated what options they had. "Um… Oh! You guys could get your own place! Like Grem did!" Luna realized, looking between the others.

Beep's eye lit up at that suggestion. "With Hermit and Wiz and Lor and Orbee too?" She asked, hopeful. "Yeah!!" Luna excitedly confirmed, glad to see her interest. "That's true, you could! And probably faster than I did cause I didn't think to ask." Gremlin added. "Our own house…" Reverie mumbled, the idea almost unreal. "Does that mean Lor will get rid of our rooms?" His daughter wondered, now concerned. "I don't think she'd do that, they're special even if we stop using them." The Dream Fae assured her.

Beep said nothing, just smiling. They were special, just like their little family was special to the AI and she to them.

#ask #ic #anon #Beep #Reverie #Gremlin #Luna

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rex101111 · 8 months

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(Late, but) 🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 5 of your favorite followers🎶 (or don't, do what you like!)

oh hey! cool i get to be basic for a bit on tumblr XD seriously though my music taste is "oh i like how this sounds!" and any variety it may contain is only because i grew up with a dad really into 80s-70s rock and roll and grew up in the early 2000's which is the decade where music went fucking nuts so yeah that's it really, anyway!

You'll be back-Hamilton.

I think if I said that this was my favorite song from that musical and that I thought it was the best one this website would have hung me by my pinkie toes off a cliff. but I think it's been long enough to admit that, growing up with old school Disney movies, I have a soft spot for any songs that can recreate that distinct feel of a Disney Villain song. And this one is just delightfully twisted.

2. Hikari Sentai Maskman intro-Hironobu Kageyama.

Hard left turn I know, but a certain mutual of mine has reminded me of my love for Power Rangers and has exposed me to more Super Sentai stuff in half a year then I've ever cared to think about in all my years up to now. This theme is my ringtone, its so fucking catchy. Also the playlist of all the Super Sentai opening themes are a workout mix for me. Yes seriously.

3. P.S. I Hate You-Reel Big Fish.

I wrote a whole ass post about RBFs Candy Coated Fury album analyzing each song so I won't belabor the point here, but Ska Punk has a bad rap, it is honestly just an angry song with happy music and that helps you let those emotions out much easier. love me some trumpets.

4. Bang!-AJR

Also a band with a bad rap for being..."mid" or whatever? I dunno music criticism on this website is horseshit its either way too congratulatory or way too harsh no fucking nuance. (on tumblr? no nuance? what a shock) But yeah, if you're in the mood for 'em AJR is honestly just a lot of fun to listen to, this was the first song of theirs I discovered, so, again, major soft spot.

5. Kon~sultant-Akatsuki records.

And now a J-pop song based on Touhou! I am unfuckingpredictable! Seriously though, when i was in middle school i was BIG into Vocaloid songs, which isn't really a genre since you can make anything with Vocaloid, but that rabbit hole led me to a bunch of other fan song stuff, and eventually into the ABYSS that is Touhou fan songs. There are DOZENS of Doujin Circles who do exclusively just Touhou song covers and every one has their favorites, Akatsuki Records is mine, because it tends to lean on the "Hard Rock" side of things while still keeping the spirit of the original song alive.

And this one just a catchy song about a sneaky fox demon who's every other word is a lie meant to get her an advantage over everyone she talks to, openly bragging that "no matter what happens, I'll get mine". I love me a sneaky bastard so this is like a villain song all over again.

not gonna send this to any one but, hey! anyone who feels like give this a crack!

#broken clover #answers

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megbonney · 1 year

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✃ 03/14/23

it feels so . . good.

i miss the way things were before; when it was okay for me to be entirely self sufficient, when i didn't feel empathy or compassion, let alone care - when i was what i'd deem myself as 'normal'. now i'm becoming everything i was once against, everything i preached i'd never be. i can no longer live mysteriously anymore, be an anomaly. i always end up vulnerable, in one way or another - weak. "it's not weak to cry!" but it's harder to hold it in, no? it's easy to just let go, 'be one with your emotions' or whatever you may call it. arguably, it's harder to pretend to be numb, isn't it? it's more difficult to pretend, yeah? i always stress that there's such a big difference between 'me' and 'my brand', but i don't know what it is. who am i, really? what do i feel? am i an abuser, a manipulator? an emotionless alien trying to get any grasp on society? an object? or just a sad kid? it's hard to write and have anything make sense when my wrist itches so bad and no matter how hard i scratch it won't suffice (how do you satisfy this urge? is the way i'm thinking of too cruel?). i suppose i just miss being comfortable in being unknown, if that makes sense. now i have to open myself up. that shit sucks. if i could put my walls back up and just walk away again, i would. it's like i'm living in discomfort. my emotions don't feel real but neither does the lack of them. my empathy doesn't feel genuine but i feel it like it's the most sincere thing this world has to offer. i feel so fake. two-sided. i want to be a bad person again. it's ironic, considering how many posts on here are dedicated to me trying to be good, but i wish it was harder for people to like me. yet at the same time, i want people to feel safe with me; i want to be someone people can trust, even if they don't necessarily like me. i want to be helpful. yet i still want to hurt. i still want to know what bloodshed feels like, to be so truly gone you can't stop anymore. what does death feel like? i can't handle gore but would i be able to in that moment, that flash of rage? i wish murder was legal. the things i would dooooooooo. i don't want to hurt people. i'm just conflicted, i think. i dunno. i think i'm harmless. more of a danger to myself than others if anything. am i? am i harmful? am i dangerous?? who?? what???????? what the fuck am i?? and what the fuck am i doing here?? okay writing isn't helping me rn i'm gonna go to bed umm goodnight. :-) take care of yourself, especially you (yes, you. i'm not mad at you. just tired.) (gta please be done downloading when i wake up tysm.)

#march '23 #2023 #e-journal

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alicuntisms · 2 years

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thanks for answering my long ass asks, i appreciate it! gonna have to agree to disagree about some things lol. i do want to clarify that i DON'T put the blame on edwina, and out of all of them, she's definitely got the least power. i do get that she is idealistic and romantic and that anthony never explicitly said to her that he won't love her, but i think the same goes for the opposite - he never gave indications that he will. I'm not saying that she should've known better and that she's dumb for accepting the proposal, but i dislike many writing choices when it comes to her character because sometimes it just feels a bit scrambled all over. but the whole nobody asked kate to do anything - their father died and their mother was too consumed with grief so kate took over the family responsibilities out of necessity, i don't think it's quite the same as she simply made a choice to do so without being asked and now she's complaining. still i don't think edwina's has any part in that aspect of their dynamics, but i do think mary does have some responsibility for their situation as the only reason kate took on that role is mary's grief. nobody asked it of kate, but mary still left it to her even after her grief abated. and i love mary and kate's convo about that, my feelings are simply that they, as kate's closest family don't acknowledge enough that maybe kate didn't want to play that role, that she took on the responsibilities in an effort to help her family, and that no matter how badly it ended up, she still did it out of love for them. i agree with you about not every convo needing to happen on screen, but I still would have like to see just a little bit more of like, kate you fucked up here though we love you and understand you did it out of love and all that. and also about kate letting her sister get married to the man she has feelings for - obviously that can't be edwina's fault and i didn't mean it in that way, just that edwina's happiness clearly does matter to her and she's not scheming behind their backs out of some urge to control everything. i just love it more when family dynamics are, we've all hurt each other in some way, some more than others, and aren't perfect and not always a healthy relationship, but we love each other, and the sharmas, to me, end up a little more of kate fucked things up. I'm not trying to change your mind, just clarify my stances, though I'm getting interrupted as I write and by the time I finish the ask i have no idea what I've written. idk, to me, while i liked kate and anthony and their dynamic which I think the show did best, and don't even mind the many side plots, the season stjll feels kinda... vaguely lacking to me, a little undercooked for lack of a better term lol. love your rants even if i disagree!

oh i know you're not trying to change my mind and i'm not trying to change yours either! and tbh it's not that i disagree, i feel like we're saying the same thing with different words? or rather, i have the same criticisms but they don’t bother me that much? i dunno. i'm really enjoying this discussion tbh so thanks for messaging :)

but i totally see your point and yeah that's totally valid about mary. she was very much underutilised this season and that's definitely because the writing was all over the place. they moved away from the book plot but i don't think they did it with any real idea of what they were doing. i think s1 ends up being more cohesive as a whole because they stuck to the book plot so much better (not to say that i prefer s1 to s2, obviously i don't lol).

but i think the conversation with mary and the conversation with edwina before the ball both imply the whole "kate you fucked up but we still love you" feeling. i don't think they ever disparage kate specifically for her choices but the choices themselves. and yeah waiting until the literal last episode of the season to have mary own her culpability in that situation was a serious misstep of the show. and since the forgiveness and understanding and love wasn't explicit, i can totally see being dissatisfied with that. i think the writers just left too much up to fan interpretation. there should have been more moments where the writers made a clearer stance on the character choices. this is most obvious, of course, with how flat edwina and mary ended up being in the final product and then we end up with a sharma family that doesn't feel as close and as loving as the bridgertons are.

i just think the featherintons sideplots would have been better in polin's season. the same with theoloise or whatever they're called - it should have been a major plot in eloise's season. throwing them into kanthony's season just draws the audience attention in too many directions imo. like yeah we got sideplots in s1 but that didn't distract from the main story being saphne, you know?

thank god you love my rants cause i certainly love ranting lol

#*insert old man yells at cloud pic*

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

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I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

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They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

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He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty.

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful.

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str4wb3rrycr3p3c00k13 · 3 years

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Allow me to spend the next few minutes rambling about why yall are stupid for hating Ice Juggler Cookie just because they're "rude"

Also since idk Ice Juggler's gender I'll be using they/them pronouns for them.

So the major complaint ive seen people have against Ice Juggler is the fact that they're very passive-aggressive and rude towards people. Not rude as in like Devil Cookie rude but like Karen-level sort of rude

I can understand why, some people just don't like rude cookies, some prefer more mellow cookies like Herb Cookie or depressed cookies like Sea Fairy Cookie

My issue however is that people are unjustifiably hating Ice Juggler for being rude without seeing WHY they are so rude.

And I'm here to insert that knowledge into your skulls with 2 simple bullet points

1. Their job in the circus

Jobs aren't always fun, the very definition of a job isn't to be fun. While people can have fun or are content with their job, some people don't exactly like it for various reasons; Too stressful, bad work enviromemt, low pay, etc.

Some people could argue that working in a circus, specifically as a clown, would be a very fun job. Other's however could argue that its bloody hell. While I can't say this for anyone, I can see why that other side would say that.

Picture yourself as Ice Juggler, you're suppose to go around on stage, rolling a ball around beneath your feet while you juggly at ice cream scoops while people laugh at you. You're struggling to try and keep the ball rolling, keep yourself juggling, and make sure you don't crash into anyone or anything, coupled by having to jump from ball to ball. One slip up, and people will either laugh at you or boo in disappointment, and if you get the latter, your boss won't take kindly to that. But if you get the former, you're probably still gonna be a bit pissed because people are laughing at you getting seriously hurt. I know the intent of clowns are to be comically injured, but Ice Juggler isnt a cartoon, theyre a living breathing cookie who can get hurt. And while it may not be so bad the first time, having it happen to you over and over again could probably chip away at your sanity.

And before you ask "Well, Ice Juggler can just get a different job if they don't like it!" You're still just be assuming shit simply by force glance. The circus could probably give them decent pay and they seem to be capable of doing their job right, so they may WANT to leave their job but they may NEED to keep it, either because Ice Juggling's the only good thing they're good at (duh its in the name) or because theyre need to money.

2. How they're treated at their work place

Even if they do passionately love juggling and rolling on balls, the way their boss, Choco Cup Cookie, treats them is just atrocious

(Credit to Royal Mike on youtube for the screenshots)

An example being how Choco Cup Cookie tells Ice Juggler Cookie to shut up after judging an audition of someone, later saying "someone might hear you"

Publicity is one thing but the welfare and the freedom of your employee's speech is another, and this is clear evidence that Choco Cup neither cares or is ignorant about how Ice Juggler feels about shit.

Now some people may assume that Ice Juggler is being way too mean about the cookie's audition, but we dont exactly see what the cookie's audition was. It could have been atrocious, it could have been brilliant, we're never told this. We just know that Ice Juggler found it awful and Choco Cup found it "not so bad", which may hint at it actually being as awful as Ice Juggler implies but for now, again, its just speculation.

The point here is that Choco Cup isn't allowing Ice Juggler to voice their opinion/criticism, especially when theyre doing a task THAT GIVES THEM THAT OPTION. The cookie auditioning asked to be judged by Ice Juggler and Choco Cup, and Ice Juggler gave them their judgement, to which Choco Cup tried to shut them up for.

Aaand to make matters worse, Choco Cup's literally telling Ice Juggler that they're not allowed to express their emotions, which Choco Cup's clearly aware of, since it'll damage the circus' reputation.

Dunno about that but clearly that is a sign of some major fucking mental manipulation.

If you have to say that one's emotions will ruin your company, then honey, your company is already running straight towards hell

Especially when you have to physically shut them up. (For context for those who weren't around during this event (like me), its Banana Cookie's turn to audition and its implied that Choco Cup covered Ice Juggler's mouth giving the *URMPH*)

And before you assume that Ice Juggler is being a douche solely for being a douche

Bitch

Literally saying that Banana Cookie's performance wasn't all that bad. Wasn't great, but wasn't horrid either.

EVEN BANANA HERSELF SEEMS AWARE ABOUT ICE JUGGLER'S CRITICALNESS AND WANTS SOME OF THEIR CRITICISM

AND WHAT DID GUD OLD CHOCO CUP COOKIE DO?

Put words in their fucking mouth

Am i making my point clear?

Can you see why ice juggler is so pissed? Because their boss is literally prevent them from being anything more than an ICE JUGGLER

Literally go to hell choco cup

Sorry that this one was alot longer than part 1 but i felt like i had to expand a bit more on this cuz theres a lot to unpack here. Theres some more atrocities Choco Cupfuck has done but this is prob enough to show a good reason why Ice Juggler is rude af

Anyway i hope yall like this post and while youre valid for disliking Ice Juggler, i hope you at least understand why they have one of the reasons you potentially dislike them for. Feel free to add your optinions or anything i missed, reblog, whatever

#cookie run #ice juggler cookie #ranting #rambling #literally wrote this post after talking about banana x ice juggler with toto

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nexyra · 3 years

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RWBY's Love Language - Part 2

Hello friend ! I'm back at it with a second part and whatever character I can think of ! (Among which best boy Oscar because he deserves it, and also more adults)

Let's go !

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Oscar Pine

So ! While I love Oscar with my whole heart, honestly guessing his Love Language is no easy feat. One thing for sure : touch isn't is thing even if it's how everyone else chose to communicate their love.

I saw a post a while back detailing how Oscar is always putting his hands up as a barrier when he's scared or uncomfortable and that makes me cry a little instead but it's true TT. Anyway...

In the latest volumes we've got quite a bit of comforting Oscar-talks but I have to wonder how much of that is due to Ozpin's influence really. As a result I've decided to settle on... Acts of Service or Quality Time ! This is based on a few details : when people are upset with him in one shape or form, Oscar was always very eager to prove himself useful, give some aspect of concrete help (such as cooking a Casserole, ringing any bell ?). Plus I imagine that's the exact brand of help his Aunt would have needed most on a farm. Added to that, he always seems fairly happy to be included, be with the others no matter what's going on. Training ? Yay ! A movie with Jaune & Weiss ? Smiling puppy look. Fancy party ? Shenanigans together ! So yea, I love seeing my boy loved and hugged but please everyone settle for the loving he's most comfortable with <3

“She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself! So do I.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you guys would appreciate a hot meal after... spending all day looking for me, apparently.”

“No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.”

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Ozpin

For our favorite immortal wizard aka not quite dead Headmaster... I think the answer is rather obvious. When you're so careful with your words, but also so fiercely devoted to humanity, Words of Affirmation is a must. Ozpin constantly does his best to calm, to reassure. He's good at controlling the conversation and getting people where he wants... Except he more often than not use it to make them think and help them reach an healing ore motivating conclusion. This man is so insisten on giving and cultivating hope, so painfully aware of just how much words can change... There's no doubt in my mind that it's through these very same words that he tries to fight the darkness in others' mind, even when they don't want to let themselves be persuaded. And with some help from the farmboi, Ozpin is gaining in honesty and earnestness. And that can only help in giving comfort.

But to be honest... If you offer him a hug I doubt he'd refuse, and he definitely deserves one. Also therapy. For Oscar too. Everyone in therapy 2k21.

“Ruby. I've made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet. But at this moment I would not consider your appointment to leader to be one of them. Do you?”

“It's not every day that friends are able to come together like this. Time has a way of testing our bonds, but it's nights like these that can help keep them stronger than ever. Nights like these are ones we'll never forget.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Arc. Your journey is far from over, and the same might be said for all of you. Unlocking your Semblance isn't the end. It can still grow and evolve. Providing you are willing to put in the work, who knows what could happen?”

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Emerald Sustrai

Now here I'm gonna go ahead and say that the way Emerald has been taught to express her love and the way SHE would rather preffered to be loved most likely do not align. At the side of someone like Cinder, and even Mercury who isn't exactly the most emotionally vulnerable person; the only brand of love that gets an easy pass is Acts of Service, and that's probably what Emerald is the most used to. I can go on a mission with you. I can help. We go right back to the "I can be useful" mentality and I'm not sure she's been shown any other way honestly. Let's be real though : if someone offered a hug or some gentle words ? She'd probably pout & fuss but I hardly doubt she'd object.

“I don't care about Salem! But I owe Cinder everything. You want to fight her that bad? Be my guest.”

“I just... Cinder was the only family I ever had. She cared about me, taught me things... But without her here, I don't know if what we're doing--”

“I've been working on my Semblance. I can help. I won't tell anybody.”

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Pyrrha Nikos

What's with everyone and dedicating their whole love toward just helping their teammates anyway they can ?! Stop ! But any way, you guessed it. I'm pretty sure one of Pyrrha's top way of showing love is Acts of Service, and nothing means quite as much to her as Quality Time. For someone who's been put on a pedestal and has a hard time relating to people; both touch and words can be a bit awkward. But if they're wrapped up neatly in a training session or semblance explanations ? Well that's already a more familiar area. Pyrrha gives her whole to her friends and those she cares about. And in exchange, if anyone can simply... be there and spend time with her... May it be at the ball or simply sitting in the courtyard... I'm sure our girl would be delighted.

“Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.”

“I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise; but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. But thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.”

“I'll do it. If you believe this will help humanity, then I will become your Fall Maiden.”

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Qrow Branwen

If I say Gift Giving for the corvid, is someone gonna hit me ? Come on it's fun ! Okay, more seriously... I think this kind of love conversation is kind of a necessity for Qrow. With a semblance such as Bad Luck, making everything complicated... Qrow tries to keep his distance from those he cares about. And since he's an emotionally repressed (but caring) asshole on top of it... Well that kinda narrows down his option. You know what DOESN'T put anyone at risk but can still bring smiles on their face ? GIFTS. Shiny things, souvenirs from his missions all over the world to give to 2 smol nieces. Sounds safe right ? That said, as any good emotionally unavailable character in this show, I gotta say Qrow probably has a thing for helping out and making himself useful in relation to Oz, Tai or the rest of the inner circle. So you know what that means *whisper* Acts of Service.

That said ! When it comes to receiving some love back... Qrow probably likes everything he doesn't allow himself to have. Soft touches, loving & comforting words, spending time with a friend without his semblance making everything complicated... We know that's all he wants.

“You idiot. I know you didn't do this.”

“Look, pal, I'm not sure who you are, but you need to leave my niece alone.”

“No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good...”

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Clover Ebi

And among our newbies (and gone too soon) friends we have Clover ! Clover was a very good contrast to our dusty old crow but also a great help. Kind-hearted, perceptive and honest; he knew just how to put Qrow's self-loathing in his place and push him to give himself some credit. He always had a nice word or a joke for everyone, and visibly the rock of the Ace Ops : an expert a keeping the moral up and the mood companiable. Evidently, Words of Affirmation was his expertise. Had things gone differently, I'm sure we'd have had time for many more earnest and helpful conversations with this teal-eyed fisherman.

“It's a good thing they had someone to look up to and get them through it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn't be where they are without you. You've had more of an effect on them than you realize.”

“We don't have to fight, friend.”

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Winter Schnee

And today in the "emotionally unavailable" category we have... Winter Schnee ! TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PEOPLE ! Just - I would say look at Ruby but even she doesn't talk about her bad vibes... Nor does any of the "Words of Affirmation" peeps. Honestly what's wrong with y'all people ? Anyway Winter cares so much. Is it hidden behind professionalism and a stern *big sister* demeanour ? Sure. But it doesn't negate just how much she loves her closed ones. She's fiercely loyal, and even if she doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty and doing what needs to be done, no one is allowed to say she doesn't care. Countrary to Weiss, Winter doesn't seem as good nor as aware of the love that exists in simply *being* with people. Rather, she's dutiful and ready to help any way she can when given the chance. You guessed it, yet another Acts of Service kind of love... Maybe I'm doing this wrong XD. I'm on the fence about Words of Affirmation as well. Despite her standoffish looks, Winter has always been very open & reassuring during her discussions with Penny. But she's more stern when it comes to Weiss so I dunno x)

“I don't recall asking about your ranking, I'm asking how you've been. Are you eating properly? Have you taken up any hobbies? Are you making new friends?”

“You've grown up a bit, haven't you? You're not the little girl clinging to the family name anymore.”

“You can't just buy trust like everything else! You have to earn it!”

And that's it for Part 2 ! I might do some other characters if people suggest some but I don't have a pressing need to right now. I have many ideas of songs to apply to various characters however so that's prob what my next posts will consist of (or fun templates)

If anyone has tips to create RWBY gifs or links to download the eps in good quality I'll take it ! Good day everyone !

#rwby #oscar pine #emerald sustrai #ozpin #winter schnee #qrow branwen #clover ebi #pyrrha nikos #love language #fair game #love langauges

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