#all the way down here I'll add something that some people may not agree with

[friendlessghoul]

Did Buster ever have a favorite leading lady? I'm partial to Sybil Seeley but he seems to have gotten along with most of the actresses he's been paired with . . . Natalie aside.

I don't think Buster outright said he had a favorite leading lady. I would say he probably was very partial to Dorothy Sebastian (their onscreen chemistry is noticeable... you can imagine what they were like offscreen...)

I think Sybil is the majority fan favorite (and mine), you can see the kind of chemistry they had, and it's unfortunate that they couldn't have more films together. (But sent him a box of orchids and a note wishing him luck for The Buster Keaton Story)(Nice read about Sybil)

I personally also really like the chemistry that he had with Marceline Day. From the beginning you can see how sweet she is on him (and they're really cute together).

Should probably do a match off poll for top 5 best leading ladies. There's also Brown Eyes and Josephine, the two best animal leading ladies. The Committee was pretty sure on who was the least favorite was to probably work with, just because she was inexperienced, and Buster did not have a choice in the matter....

Used to seasoned Sennett veterans like Alice Lake and Sybil Seely, he plainly saw her as a drag on his momentum. " The scenes we threw in the ash can!" he complained. "Easy scenes! We got a good picture; we could have had a fine one. But, my God, we previewed it eight times! Went back and re-shot scenes like mad." - Buster Keaton on Margret Leahy for Three Ages (James Curtis, A Filmmakers Life, pg 226)

So Yeaaah... Maybe I'll actually make a poll. (I have other ones I'd like to make).

#ask #leading ladies #all the way down here I'll add something that some people may not agree with #but despite being Buster's wife #I find Natalies chemistry with him...not..so..great.. to put it kindly. #I think she has better chemistry with Joe Roberts in Our Hospitality than she does with Buster... #but thats my opinion...:D

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hi! Can you please write part 3 of bale batman x assistant reader as his wife? And how he handles jealousy after their marriage? Thank you 😊

Hello!!

I actually wrote something about this a little while ago, but because I feel like just linking the post is a bit of an asshole move, I'll add some of my thoughts!

I hope that's okay <3

Here's my previous post :)

~Fi 🐝

(My inspiration for Bruce has been dwindling, I desperately need to watch the movies again)

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡

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He will always, ALWAYS call you his wife. More than your actual name. He has to keep reminding people that you're unavailable and that you're his and his alone. Bruce perks up immediately whenever your name is mentioned. He's policing all of his employees at this point lmao

maybe someone talks about you to a coworker about how innovative you're thinking for the company is, that you're kind and exactly what this industry needs and Bruce just pops up out of nowhere like "who are you talking about? Hm? Oh, my beautiful, amazing, perfect wife? I couldn't agree more."

He gets so stealthy after being in the batman business that he scares them half to death because he's just there all of a sudden. After hearing some of the complaints the employees make (you're not at work as often anymore after Bruce insisted you focus on some hobbies instead) you're seriously contemplating putting a little bell on him just so you don't have to worry about anyone getting a heart attack.

He always has to be touching you in some kind of way. His go to is a hand on the small of your back or on your thigh when you're sitting down, he loves holding your hand, too. His thumb will brush over the cool metal of your wedding band and it puts his mind at ease.

Every single employee knows not to flirt with you, even as a joke. Not after Jake suddenly disappeared after Bruce caught him sweet talking you... (he may have a received a strongly worded letter from his landlord ((Bruce)) and, what do you know, for some reason, any other living opportunity in Gotham is unavailable right now)

He brings you flowers at least once a week (or until the ones he gifted you before can't hold their own anymore and wilt). They're always fragrant and bright in color, whatever is in season right now. And they stand nicely on your desk in a beautiful crystal vase that catches the light perfectly. He catches himself looking at them more than he he would like to admit.

Or, more specifically, he wants to see if he can catch you admiring them. He's gotten a new appreciation for these small things since you came into his life. They way you cup the delicate blossom and inhale its sweet scent is a picture he will dream of forever.

Bruce makes sure that you're only addressed as Mrs. Wayne (unless it's someone close like Luscius or a very nice coworker of yours) making it clear to everyone, again, that you're his. He gifts you a necklace with his name on it, which you wear proudly, and Bruce can't help but grin when he sees his name glint in the sunlight against your skin.

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I'm so sorry for kinda half-assing my Bruce posts lately, but I can barely write anymore 😭

I usually write at night but I'm tired then too so I'm like "Oh, I'll just write during the day." BUT GUESS WHAT I'M ALSO TIRED DURING THE DAY

Fucking iron deficiency istg

I basically sleep all the time and when I do write, it's not a lot bc I'm literally falling sleep halfway through so yeah

#bumblebeesfromvenus #bale!bruce x reader #bale!bruce wayne smut #bale!bruce wayne #bale!bruce wayne x reader #bale!batman x reader #christian bale #bruce wayne x reader #the dark knigth rises #dark knight trilogy #nolanverse

[ronaestrider]

The Magister's Report

"Silvermoon Ranger says: "Straight and true, that's the way," repeats the dutiful Silvermoon ranger in Farstriders' Square.

Ruthar offers some advice to the young recruits. "Just a little firmer in the hand is all, and a touch higher. Once again."

“Or, set that silly stringed stick aside and study magic,” Bey'ron adds, smirking.

Ruthar looks over his spectacles to Bey'ron. "Ah, Lord Everblaze. Arcane shot comes a little later on, I'm afraid." He gives the Farstrider a pat on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he offers softly, shifting away from the training ground.

Bey'ron follows wordlessly, stepping aside and out of earshot of the fledgling Farstriders.

Ruthar nods respectfully in greeting. "I didn't expect to see you quite this soon, Magister. I hope all is moving along well?"

“Mm, quite well. Magistrix Starfrost finished her analysis of the ruby communicator.” Bey'ron holds out his hand, palm up. It's...empty. But not for long, as a flash of emerald flame briefly engulfs his hand, then vanishes leaving a miraculously un-singed scroll.

Ruthar watches as the scroll appears in the Magister's hand. "Lady Starfrost continues to amaze with her talents and expedience. Do send her my most sincere thanks for what must have been a laborious task." He looks down to the scroll. "Is this the full account or a summary of the findings?"

Bey'ron lifts and lowers the scroll, as if weighing it. It's... quite a roll of parchment. "I'm told it encapsulates everything. From the moment of desertion, to my encounter with her in Valdrakken."

Ruthar raises his hand. "May I?"

“I insist. I grow weary of holding it.”

Ruthar smirks at that, taking hold of the report. It is indeed a hefty heap of parchment. He gently removes the seal and takes a look at the first page to find the smallest of writing squeezed onto the pages. "Well, this will take some time to digest. I don't suppose the Magistrix offered you a summary before handing it over?"

“From what she told me... it's a rather boring read. Our wayward Farstrider friend spent most of her days wandering the wilderness. Restocking supplies every now and then, but nothing even remotely hinting at Alliance sympathies or connections.” Bey'ron shrugs, idly inspecting his gloves. "Four years of camping under the stars and drinking water from streams. Can you imagine such mind-numbing monotony?"

Ruthar doesn't seem as elated as one may expect at the news, his mind moving quickly. "It is hard to imagine, to be honest. A Farstrider of such skill and dedication shifting to a semi-nomadic lifestyle for an extended period." He holds the parchment up. "This report certainly holds the truth, in any case."

“Indeed. The mundane, boring truth. With how contrite and self-depreciative she was, I expected -something- compromising, if I'm being honest. I suppose her guilt really does stem from a betrayal of her sense of duty.” Bey'ron sighs, as if disappointed. "But not any -actual- betrayal."

Ruthar looks down to the scroll. "If one admits to defecting, you would think there would be a strong reason for it."

“Stronger than turning her back on her people? Her friends? Her mentor?”

Ruthar nods. "Indeed. I would expect there to be something truly weighty to cause such an act." He sighs. "Alas, here we are. She will still have to testify, of course. If, for some reason, these contents don't match her statements, that could be an entirely different situation."

Bey'ron raises his brow. "You think she may be lying about having kept the ruby on her person at all times?"

“I merely posit that there are many possibilities and factors to take into account. If she agrees to a hearing and her testimony matches the contents of the report quite effectively, then I think this matter could be resolved quite quickly.”

Bey'ron nods slowly. "Mm. So be it. I'll bring her to you this week, and we'll put this matter to rest once and for all."

“Is she currently in residence at your manor? I will have the Farstriders draft up a notice that will need to be sent her way informing her of next steps.”

“My manor? Certainly not. She's rather free-range, going where she pleases. I have my man Kynlea Sunstriker escorting her, keeping me apprised of her movements and locations. Last word I received this morning, she was in the Twilight Highlands.”

Ruthar nods. "Of course, though should I assume you have a way to get a missive into the hands of your agent Sunstriker?"

Bey'ron smirks. "Naturally."

Ruthar nods. "Very good, I'll have the missive sent your way for proper forwarding. Do you have the gem with you as well?"

“Mm, I do. Would you like to keep possession of it as well?”

“It could be considered evidence, so best to keep it paired with the report if possible.”

Bey'ron nods once. He snaps his fingers-- and a rift of darkness tears open beside him. Thannos materializes from the darkness, holding a small decorative box. The creature holds it out for Ruthar to take.

Ruthar looks to the formerly-bartending minion with a small hint of disappointment before reaching down to take the box. He lifts the lid to ensure that there is indeed the necklace in question within.

Bey'ron snaps again. Thannos emits a hollow echoing groan... before vanishing from sight! The box does, indeed, hold the ruby necklace in question.

Ruthar gently closes the lid. He opens to thank the creature but realizes it is now gone. "Excellent, it looks like everything is in order. Your work has been and continues to be of great service, Magister."

“Mm, I'm well aware. Magistrix Starfrost helped as well, of course. I'll pass along your appreciation.”

Ruthar nods. "Please do. I would imagine that you would both be encouraged to participate in the proceedings considering your involvement, should you be willing."

“I expected nothing less. In truth... I worry Miss Li-Mei will flounder and panic on her own before a Farstrider court. Given how generous and invested I am... I'm of a mind to serve as her Counsel in this matter.” Bey'ron sighs. "She's very obviously wracked with guilt. I've seen even the most stoic of Spellbreakers crumble and break down in testimonials. It's for the best, I think you'll agree. I imagine you'd wish to yourself, but... given your history with Miss Li-Mei and position among the Farstriders, such would appear... improper, hmm?”

Ruthar raises an eyebrow at that. "She would of course be welcome to include someone to serve on her behalf, though I'm not sure the Farstriders will see the one who reported her return and assigned her protection as impartial. Not to mention that she is in your service, now.”

Bey'ron smirks. "You're only pointing out further reasons it would be -prudent- for me to serve as her Counsel. She came to me, seeking guidance. She works under my employ. Counsel isn't meant to be impartial, Ranger Captain. That's the duty of those passing judgment.” Bey'ron chuckles, and shakes his head. "I'd be poor Counsel indeed, if I didn't argue from the grounds of her presumed innocence, don't you think?"

Ruthar taps his lips at that. "Perhaps," he offers. "I will pass such an offer along with the evidence. Should Li-Mei reply to the missive with a request for you to serve as her representative, then I am sure it will be fairly considered. Certainly your status in Silvermoon speaks volumes as well.”

“Of course. The decision is, ultimately, hers. Should she wish to represent herself in this matter, I'll merely attend.”

Ruthar nods. "We shall see how she replies to the proceedings. If her return to the ranks is truly what she desires, than I would expect nothing less than her full cooperation."

“Certainly so. I'll be sure to pass the summons along to her, through Sunstriker.”

Ruthar nods. "Excellent. I will get all this submitted presently. Is there anything else I can do for you this evening, Magister?"

Bey'ron shakes his head. "Nothing at present, no. But should something arise requiring your expertise or guidance, I'll not hesitate in asking." he smirks.

Ruthar removes his glasses. "Within reason, of course," he says, returning the smirk.

“Mm, of course. For now, harmonious cooperation between us is its own reward, don't you agree? Exemplary, even. If only it were so that the Magistry and Farstriders all worked together so well.”

“I do, and I do mean that sincerely. It is indeed great what can be achieved beyond the unfortunatley common pettiness.”

“All for the good of Quel'Thalas. Perhaps in time, such cohesion will be the rule, rather than the rare exception.” Bey'ron waves his hand, chuckling. "Ah, but we can wax philosophical another time. We both have much to do, yes?"

Ruthar nods. "We've come a long way, but there is always more work to be done. I appreciate your work setting such a strong example. I greatly look forward to continuing in kind. But yes, you are correct." He holds the report aloft with the box atop. "Much to do, indeed."

“I'll leave you to it, Farstrider Captain. Best wishes in reviewing that... verbose report.” Bey'ron stifles a chuckle. Barely. "Until we meet again, Sunwell guide."

Ruthar chuckles at that. "I've read worse. Sunwell guide, Magister. Do be on the lookout for the courier within the next few days."

Bey'ron bows his head politely, before turning to depart.

#ruthar #ronaestrider #rositsa #syrielle #bey'ron #farstriders

[xxxdizzy19]

𝕲𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖉 Big post about my sarentu oc

With release of 1.03 update I decided to start a new game and came up with a final design of my ikran and my sarentu boy, at last (you can't even imagine how many times I changed their appearance). Anyway, Zandar is still Zandar. He's the only character I feel comfortable with, his face type, etc. Ikran is final as well (red is my favourite). Now we are truly bonded, lol I beat the game at least 2 times and Pandora still won't let me go. The world is so beautiful I can't. I'm sure many of you will understand. By this point I had already thought of Zandar's personality. I want to share with you my thoughts about his personal characteristics and his relationship with other Sarentu kids. I'll use some old screenshots you might have already seen !!! WARNING, big amount of text and some SPOILERS for those who haven't played yet !!! 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚗

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 My imagination is so sad to be honest, yet I wanted to add a little bit of personality to my boy instead of sending the same endless screenshots. I really love to read about others original characters tho and it is inspiring. Zandar feels so ordinary compared to them. The only thing I can say about him in general is that I imagine him not being that shy and unconfident in his behaviour like the main hero of the story sometimes, and he's not that diplomatic and kind as them too. Less patient, more impulsive in his actions, but he's honest, a straightforward person.

Nah, Zandar is not some kind of "badass guy". He's simple, maybe not that much mysterious and interesting for someone, and I like it this way. Somewhere deep inside he's just as hurt as Nor is, but he's much better in hiding it and instead of pouting Zandar prefers to act. Peaceful Sarentu ways of solving problems it is something Zandar does not understand yet.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚒'𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊 tandem of brute strength and elegance

Ri'nela is his mental safe harbour. In their chatter he finds comfort. He admires her wisdom, optimism and hope for the future of the Sarentu clan. He believes in her, trusts her, and wants her to become a tsahik one day. Therefore, he provides her mental support, shares the burden of leading people, offers any help that she may need, though she never asks, being stubborn and proud in her own way. Zandar even started to think that perhaps he has developed romantic feelings for Ri'nela after all, yet even the single thought about that itself is already enough to scare him away. He believes that Ri'nela is too good and kind for such hardened person like him. She's such a pure soul in his eyes. Zan is not even sure if his feelings can be mutual, because Ri'nela has always been soft with him, so the poor guy doesn't want to bother her. The irony of the situation is that he has no fear of battle, but is afraid to show what's going on in his own heart. He doesn't have the right words and has a hard time imagining himself in any kind of relationship to be honest. This is why Zandar understands Anqa's feelings so well and gladly helped her with Priya.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘'𝚕𝚎𝚔 RDA's nemesis

Growing up among humans, Zandar quickly realized that RDA understand only language of power. No peace with those who want to take your home and kill Pandora's wildlife for fun and trophies. Ahari's death made Zandar even more ferocious and extremely cruel, especially towards RDA. No surprises here. He does not remember his own father, but he found shadow of him in So'lek. Almost every day they hunt down RDA soldiers together, including those who were involved in extinction of So'lek's clan. Young boy loves to listen stories of an older warrior about his journey, sitting by the campfire and drinking zangke. He is on the same level of thinking as So'lek, so they both agree on a lot of things.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 older, younger

One of those things, for example, is Teylan's inner desire to please humans, especially Mercer. After everything they have witnessed at TAP, Teylan's "obedient dog" behaviour made Zandar sick. RDA humans understand only language of power. Still, he loves Teylan like his own brother and after Mercer's defeat he tries his best to help him feel more na'vi, to find his own way among their people using the example of Kametire, but sometimes he's too harsh with Teylan. Anufi and Okul help them a lot. And under Solek's small guidance, Zandar teaches Teylan to hunt and fight. When Teylan is ready (and if he wants to do it), Zandar will help him to make a bond with his own ikran among those who flies Clouded Forest skies.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚘𝚛 the lost one

Common grief unites injured souls. Zandar, his sister Ahari and Nor were always very close, because they had the same thoughts about human "culture and civilization". After Ahari's death Nor and Zan became even closer friends. Boys shared a deep respect for each other and stronger than ever before, they were both determined that they should not let RDA erase their na'vi identity and destroy their home.

Not a single day goes by without Zandar thinking about Nor. He misses him and often wonders where he could have gone. Zandar decided that when things at headquarters were more or less sattled he would go on a journey to find his best friend.

Zandar is very protective of their little Sarentu family. The bond these kids share is the only weakness he has, but in the same time it is his biggest strength. So he'll keep fighting for all of them, for their future. In the name of Ahari and mother, Kataru. For the only home he has, for Pandora.

#avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #afop #na'vi oc

[ferretwhomst]

time to talk about my shitty self indulgent toh raeda + aladarius centric vampire au!!!!!!!!!!!! this mostly started as a shitposty thing that i thought up while listening to a few songs (namely these three) but guess what i came up with lore. it's a thing now.

(by the way this post started as an explanation but ended up with me writing a whole story so uh. watch out for that. everything's under the keep reading!)

everything is mostly the same except it takes place WAY before luz's arrival and also a. alador separated from odalia way earlier in this (still technically married?) and b. lilith defected from the emperor's coven earlier, mostly because ... i felt like it.

basically, darius and raine both are well known figures in their respective covens, but one day they both just... mysteriously vanish. eda hears the news and despite not talking to either of them in years, she can't deny that she's worried about them. eda contacts alador (who she also hasn't talked to in years) and asks him to help figure out what the fuck happened to both of them. he agrees.

eventually they come to the conclusion that the two of them were ambushed by vampires. everything they've found seems to add up but they don't have much concrete evidence. nor do they know for sure what happened to raine and darius- for all they know, those two are dead. so alador and eda do what any normal people would do in this situation: go out at night looking for raine and darius.

at this point eda contacts lilith for help, because she knows lilith has a decent amount of knowledge about vampirekind. she's right, but unlike eda and alador, she's unwilling to go out at night to look for raine and darius- she's worried about safety. vampires are notorious for their aggression when they're craving blood, after all. she would much rather stay indoors and research. plus, someone's gotta stay back with a backup plan just in case something does go wrong.

eda and alador are fine with this, and they go out every other night exploring the boiling isles, looking for raine and darius. for awhile, they don't find a single trace of the two. they stop going out as often.

one day eda convinces alador to come with her to the knee. they've been here before several times while looking for darius and raine, but eda swears she saw someone moving in the shadows when she'd been there during the day. alador isn't very optimistic about this- in fact at this point he's totally convinced that darius and raine are dead, but he goes along with eda, if only to entertain her.

he's fully zoning out as she drags him along, almost on the verge of falling asleep then and there... until she suddenly yanks him down behind a bush, punches him in the arm with a little too much force, and silently yet vigorously points in the direction of two cloaked figures before them.

...and THAT is where the whole thing Really kicks off. eda and alador start going out more regularly at night for a chance to see darius and raine. they realize that they may or may not have a thing for vampires (as one often does). lilith is clueless to this development and continues to warn them about the Dangers of Pursuing Vampires not knowing they intend on pursuing those vampires Romantically. etc etc

here are some doodles of The Guys. the designs aren't final at all but i will make more art of them soon and figure it out <3 (and also of lilith!!! i haven't drawn her much and i haven't come up with a proper design for her either but eventually i'll get there ASDCSKLD)

edit: HELLO!!! if you're interested in this au you should check out my askblog @owlsandbats :-)

#i hope you as the reader are imagining yourself sitting by a campfire with me as i dramatically enact this story to you #toh #the owl house #alador blight #darius deamonne #aladarius #the blight deamonnes #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #lilith clawthorne #lilith toh #ferret rambles #tvh au #<- my tag for this funny little thing #i am obsessed with making raine look like a Creature. idk why

[distortedkilling]

Welp. I'm putting it under a read more so if people want to ignore it, they can. But because it was made public and for the sake of transparency at the accusations/implications hurled, I feel more comfortable posting about it than not. Not even for my own sake but because one of the best people I know is involved who is always patient and considerate with tags and being informed of peoples triggers.

@photosensitive-despair

I just want to say I find it convenient we were blocked and that my second ask where I'm clearly in agreement with the majority of what they're saying was posted, solely because I disagreed with the method of how this was approached. Nice to know the way they voiced having been treated is exactly the treatment they give others when they voice a criticism and ask for basic respect.

Additional unasked for advice: If you can't hold a debate or conversation in advocation for something you believe in, then you need to study and reflect more on what you're doing - wait to go public. In life, you are going to be criticized and questioned and if you can't handle some nobodies on the internet both agreeing, disagreeing, and criticizing you on a bare minimum level, then you are only going to hurt your cause more than help it. Especially when you throw accusations and implications and behave as shown below. Take it from an actual fucking activist who has been advocating mental and physical disabilities and equal rights since before you were born.

Where it began. Quen and I were just dicking around and her ask was reblogged. Neither of us have an issue with the blog's purpose, mind you. We're very much in support of correcting trigger warning tags being used incorrectly. Quen went ahead and corrected those tags.

Quen originally changed the tags on this post to the ones they requested before she decided to remove the icon as a whole and add context because of the reply that was given to our asks to remove the post from their blog. My dumbass just forgot to screencap the initial change but by the effort she made I think it's evident she followed through.

Cue my ask. Quen's is in their reply that follows. For the sake of transparency, I know my text tone isn't always pleasant and no one likes to get confronted/scolded, which is why I addressed how I wanted to sound to avoid confusion but alas.

Their reply. I don't disagree with the majority of their efforts, neither does Quen.

And then the second ask I sent which conveniently was ignored before they blocked us. I tried to clearly explain we supported what they did and where our only criticism was. As well as requested again to please remove our post from their blog.

After I had sent that, for the sake of showing with action my solidarity to their cause, I reblogged their post on tags. And I aim to keep it up and keep on reblogging it because I believe in their cause. Even if the people behind the blog I'm less enthused regarding, it's whatever. I'm an adult and a tired one at that, I see a cause I support and I'll support it even if the people are behaving poorly. What I won't do, though, is sit quietly when they are in need of some feedback on their conduct, however. People, especially advocates of something, don't become better activists by living in an echo chamber. They need to hear criticism in order to make sure they are reaching as many people as they can for their cause. That includes doing things in a way you may not like or get a lot of results with, like privately messaging people instead of making this public and snatching peoples content.

I hate doing this nonsense and I'm grateful I actually don't have to do it often at all since I usually am surrounded by competent adults who know common sense and how to communicate. I sent an ask off anon so they could reply to it private since messaging wasn't possible. Their choice to go public tied my hands a bit here. Especially with the following post here that doubles down on their accusations and implication of either of us being ableist. Honestly.

Finally, my favorite form of Tumblr mentality and behavior. Blocking people for giving valid and justified criticism. People who agree with you but still made frustrated and concerned commentary on your conduct. People who, I don't know... explained their discomfort and boundaries and requested you meet them halfway are shut down without any construction communication. Hm. Quen and I are literally implementing and supporting your cause and yet this is how you respond and behave.

Glad to know the level of professionalism here with this post they dropped. Brilliant. Congrats, you are officially behaving the exact way you said others treat you with. You've become what you despise and officially are hurting your cause by living in an echo chamber instead of having a constructive conversation and having basic respect for other people.

I support your cause, I don't currently support your ability to constructively advocate for it if this is how you behave.

And lastly, anyone who made it this far, please respect their cause and even reblog their post. It's very informative. Their conduct is rude, yeah, but I don't want hate thrown their way or any such shit. I just wanted to address for the sake of transparency this because it affects my friend and myself. If anyone has questions or wants stuff clarified, you know you can DM me.

Anyways, take care. Be safe. <3

#ooc #honestly honestly honestly. i've had more nonsense on this blog than i have in the last three years of rping on other blogs lmfao #TRULY A CURSED BLOG asfdghgjh #the tumblr culture of disrespect is unreal

[rose-lizzzy]

Shrub doesn't question that she ended up back in the Undergrove, although she figured the demon had done something. She returns to some scattered chores she had to do.

She may only be here as a host for Xornoth and to assist him in his mission, but she's not going to let this place look ugly.

In the midst of her chores, while she was knee deep in mud and mushrooms, a purple glint catches her eye and then Gem appears near where she was working.

"Hi Shrub!" The wizard greets her cheerfully, as if she hadn't just been tormented by a resident of the gnomes body.

"Oh! Hey! What's up?" She asks with an oblivious tone, as if she didn't have an idea what she was here for. Well, the wizard had sent a note asking if they could meet and talk about "corruption", but she was pretty sure there was more to it then that.

"You said you wanted to talk about corruption?" She adds on. She wanted to seem oblivious but not too oblivious, or else the wizard might get suspicious. She seemed to be one of the smarter ones around this place. Definitely one to be careful around.

"Yeah! Do you know about the stuff? Dark red, spreads, really annoying, ruins a good build."

Shrub sighs. She just doesn't see the beauty and purpose in it. "Yeah, it's been around here quite a bit."

"I see.." She opens a book and scribbles in it before looking up. "Can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure! Wanna come in and sit? I can get you some mushroom stew too!"

Gem ponders before agreeing "I wouldn't mind a place to sit while we talk. I'm good on the stew though, I have food with me."

She nods and heads to her little house "Alright!" They settle into her home in the hill, the tree growing through it. "So what do you wanna ask me?"

"Well first, what do you know about the corruption?" She asks, pen ready and book open to write down whatever she says next. She would need to be careful with her words, if the wizard is going to write them down she can't say something wrong and contradict herself later, Gem would definitely catch her.

"Well......I guess...I know what it looks like obviously. It spreads pretty fast, it's squishy...." What else could she say that isn't helpful without obviously trying to keep info from her? "It can...sometimes....get on people too...and spread.." No! Why'd she say that?? That was too much!

"Really?! How do you know that? Scratch that question, I'll come back to it. Xornoth said you might know about the stuff? Why is that? Have you dealt with it before?"

She grumbled internally. First for some reason her mouth spit out too much and let her know people can be affected, and now she's getting thrown under the bus by her own partner?

Well....partner was stretching it a lot... He was more like her master...a puppet master controlling her but she refuses to admit that to herself. She's her own person. She's not corrupted! Definitely not...

Gem clears her throat "Uh...Shrub? You there?"

Oh right. Her. She's still waiting for an answer. "Where I come from....it was attacked by the stuff...all of my people are gone, taken because of it. It took over them. I tried to run I -" she cuts herself off, shaking her head. She didn't try. She did. To them she did run. "It followed me. I ..managed to escape through a portal before it got to me but it must of come through behind me." There. That was right. She escaped, it didn't get her, the demon only followed her. It didn't use her at all. No way.

"Oh Shrub...." Gem replies softly, rubbing her shoulder with one hand and wiping the gnomes face with the other. Why was she...? Shrub reaches up and touches her cheek, only to come up with a wet hand. She was...crying?

No...the corruption had been good. It was good. It's her purpose now. Why was she crying? Maybe just subconsciously she was really trying to sell the story to the wizard, trying to push her innocence.

Yeah that's it.

They exchanged a few more words, but she wasn't fully paying attention. She only came back when Gem gave her a hug out of nowhere.

"Alright, well...maybe I can come back another time. Take care, Shrub." And she was off, leaving the gnome speechless and confused.

#empires smp #shubble #empires shrub #shrub berry #empires smp s1 #shrubnoth au

[tuxebo]

sometimes i want to get back to writing long fics, but then i remember i have mouths to feed (yes, you). anyways, i was talking about the viktors in my last post's tags and i wanted to elaborate on that.

okay, when i say rookwood is husband material, i never said he was good husband material. while the reason you relationship would work is because of small moments that are really sweet. you may think he's changed, but he'll act like it never happened right afterwards.

the way you meet is probably the most tragic part of it all and sets the tone of the rest of your abusive relationship. so, you happened to be a halfbreed (wizard x smth, most likely veela or siren) that he planned on selling but decided to keep for himself. alternatively, you could have been trying to protect some animals from poachers but he still took the animal and you. he's a greedy scoundrel.

he won't hurt you, per se, but he will trophy wife the life out of you. personally i wouldn't mind that, but i could see why many people would. this isn't your average trophy wife, this is something else. he brings you everywhere in a "buy animals or materials from me and you might bag yourself a beauty like this one" kinda way. at the same time, you would not be the beauty the customers bag because your his, gout a brand and all. mhm, he 100% puts his name on you somewhere.

now, you may be confused. that isn't husband like at all, and i agree. we need to look into the finer details here, my dears. in letters, on the rare occasion he doesn't bring you along as some marketing ploy, he writes your name like it is that of a saint's. you can see in each pen stroke, it is some of the most gentle movements your lover has ever made. after long days of hard work, yelling at his workers and standing around as they do all the work, he finally has time to think about you as he winds down.

he holds you all the same as well. like a creature he want's to be gentle with but has no clue how, so as a result he just watches from afar. you have your own room and he has his, objectively yours is just nicer, and you have people waiting on your every need and want. he won't bother you or talk to you the longer you are together, aside from times you'd bump into each other in his manor or stand face to face with only a bookshelf between you.

someone very similar is another viktor, viktor krum. now he is not abusive unlike someone we know, he's definitely a watcher as well. he shows his care and love with his eyes, and sure there's more as well.

now not entirely unlike rookwood, he will drown you in expensive things. look at him, he's been a professional quidditch player since before he even became an adult, he's a wealthy guy; by ethical means, i might add. he doesn't only lavish you in clothes or jewelry, but whatever hobby or career it is you have. you like astronomy? have a planetarium! you're a writer? have the entire library from beauty and the beast. your wish is his command.

which brings me to, he is so princess bride coded. if you take nothing from this post at all, take this one thing. he has a similar phrase to "as you wish" that he says whenever you tell him something, while it may seem like a "whatever, i'll just do what you say to get it over with" response, he actually means to say "i love you" each time he says it. it is rare that he goes out of his way to speak, even rarer that he outright says he loves you, but in his eyes and actions you know he means it.

krum is actually very smart loves, think about it. if you want to go on about a certain topic, he'll keep up just fine. for starter's, he's read the books he's seen you read in case you want to talk about it, also he's just a naturally intelligent guy. it's how he could keep up his grades and quidditch, a lot of things he just knows.

pause, he does that thing where he'd very, very gently bounce his leg while you're sitting on his lap and telling him something. vodka in one hand and a look in his eyes that one would have when look at their entire world. oh my, hand placement on the waist too, not even in that kind of way but he's just o perfect.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s chronicles ˚｡⋆ #want to talk octavian next #i need my own viktor krum like a rose needs water #the fact that i could go on #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader

[skyrimissol]

Welcome to Skyrim.

How do I start this? Dear Diary? no that sounds like I'm some Nord child writing about a crush. Look, I don't know who you are but if you're reading this, you're either very bored or have a morbid sense of curiosity. So, let's just start at the beginning.

I was trying to cross the border and the imperials picked me up. To their mind, everyone not with them is a storm cloak. I mean, unless you're a Dunmer, then lumping you in with the other side just makes a convenient excuse for your murder. You may not want to read that, but it's true. In war, if you're not an ally, you're an enemy. No one is neutral. At least, not to the stormcloaks or imperials.

Anyway, I made my way out of Helgan and made my way to Riverstead. Now, I don't know about other people, but narrowly escaping death by rampaging dragons, really makes me consider what's important in life. And random drunks blubbering in the street does not even move the needle on importance

A random ranger making some comment about my ignoring said drunk ramblings did get the sharper edge of my temper though.

Come to find out his name is Bishop, and he was looking for his long-term companion: a wolf. That makes a lot of sense for his grating nature. But hey, I wouldn't want to leave the animal that I was super close to alone in the hands of bandits, so I agreed to help him.

The local merchant asked us to stop by a place called Bleak Falls barrow and recover some golden claw thing for him. Yea sure. why not. I'll add it to my list of things to do.

ANYROADS: We headed off to find Karnwyr (that's the wolf by the way. And I called it, he DOES like me more than Bishop, but I digress). On our path to find Karnwyr, we stopped off at Whiterun. I needed to pick up some spells and I had it on good authority this guy who worked for the jarl had what I wanted.

I was going to stop and talk to the jarl too, but he was busy in some sort of courtly meeting thing, so I just left.

I figured Skyrim was relatively civilized, you know, minus the giant magical lizards flying around. I was wrong. On our way to find Karnwyr, we were attacked by necromancers, wolves, and bandits. BANDITS! What the heck are the soldiers patrolling the roads doing? Does the Jarl know how useless his men are? Oh! wait! that's what they're doing! Bishop just reminded me of the Falkreath soldier and the Whiterun soldier that were fighting over a prisoner on the side of the road. *sigh* He got away while we watched. Their loss.

Along the banks of the river, we found a broken-down house with a shrine and a dead body. I did the sensible thing: looted the body and prayed at the shrine.

We were passing some ruins of a stone tower and might have walked on by if we hadn't heard some cursing and sounds of pain. I absolutely had to investigate. It was required. It seems this old, abandoned prison was a hidden Thalmor torture dungeon. Not Dibella's type of dungeon either, this one isn't fun, or consensual.

It seems the Thamlor's latest victim has a pair of lungs on him. We rescued and healed the guy, Kaidan by name, and helped him get his gear back. Many Thalmor died that day. I regret nothing. I probably should.

Oh! Here's something I remember that makes me shake my head. Bandits have zero sense of self preservation. Look, I expect wolves and other wild animals to attack us out of nowhere but BANDITS? IF you see three armed and armored travelers, they would not normally be the first choice of "targets" but bandits man, I'm telling you. So yea, we killed them and freed their prisoner because we've decided we're chaos incarnate now.

Kaidan helped us rescue Karnwyr. it was a very touching reunion. Bishop tried to be a tough guy, but you could tell he really loves that wolf.

The nearest town was Riften and we all wanted to sleep in a bed that night, so we made our way to town and the inn.

Riften, now here is a story worth preserving. The guard at the door said some drivel about "visitors tax" Kaidan offered to distract him while I picked his pocket. I opted to make the guard piss his pants instead and got him to open the door.

We made it to the local watering hole with little more than some local thug's attempt to intimidate us (the boy can't help himself but spill the beans about everything going on in town. I wonder how he gets off calling himself an "information broker". )

I got us rooms and was about to indulge in a mug of Black-Briar mead when I noticed a note. Something about someone waiting for me in Riften Jail. Well shit. Now my curiosity is piqued, and we all know that is never a good thing. So, I pack up and head to the Riften jail.

Some fast talking and a quick look around later, and I'm staring at a blue Khajiit who is convinced he tried to kill me. I don't know this guy at all, but he's absolutely convinced. Since I'm not one to kill an innocent man, even if he asks, I tell him if he wants to pay back some debt, he can work it off.

I gear Inigo (that's his name by the way) up with some stuff I looted from the bandits who jumped us, he grabbed a dragonfly in a jar, and we made our way back to the inn.

I'm going to get a bath and sleep in a bed. Tomorrow our band will make our way to Bleak Falls barrow.

#skyrim #modded skyrim #kaidan 2 #inigo the brave

[matan4il]

I'm not saying I love the donor storyline at all, but it is what it is, so I gotta wait for the payout. I hated Eddie leaving the 118 last season also, but the payoff was good. For me, at this point, I think it's more that it was told messy. I imagine they wanted it to be the cliffhanger? But by doing that again told messy. Here are my reasons...

Eddie, I actually don't fault his initial reaction for 2 reasons. In his world, "sperm donor" isn't exactly a word that would tackle you. He's besties with Hen and Karen, after all. Second, he also found out in the same moment Hen has known. So Buck chose not to tell him. I think no matter what, it's logical for him to have been shocked and taken a moment to get to the real issue of it it all.

Maddie, see above because it applies to her. Sloppy pacing of a storyline because they want her reaction for the back half.

But the biggest issue is Buck because I don't understand what he's thinking. I walked away thinking he sounded naive, and that made me disappointed. The impression that he will golden retriever out and over step with them. However, I wasn't sure last season how he would react to Eddie leaving, and he exceeded my expectations there, so fingers crossed.

I guess I could be wrong but I'm just trying to give some hope to anons. Last season had the same pacing problem to me also. I'm not sure I love this new style.. The potential of the arc though could lead to some pretty amazing thing though.

If the idea is bringing Buddie full circle, then it has the makings of a pretty good confrontation between them finally. But maybe I am being just as niave as Buck and will hate to conclusion too. Till then, I remain hopeful.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask.

Regarding most of this, all I can say is I agree, and it's a part of what's a bit frustrating about this storyline. Regarding Buck last season, I think it's implied he was a little lost puppy in denial for a couple of months that happened off screen, between 510 and 511, and where 5b entered is exactly when he was starting to accept that this was really happening. And then he got drunk, and while drunk, kissed Lucy. Which, I kind of find it amazing to see I'm getting more asks about the donor storyline this season than about her last one, and maybe a part of it is that it didn't stretch for as long? Maybe, IDK, but I guess it says something about how much the sperm donor storyline is stirring people up. But absolutely, remaining hopeful is a good way to go about it!

If I may, I'll also add in this ask with some similar themes:

I get people being frustrated with the Buck storyline. Trust me, I do, and I am. However, now that it's here, I'm hoping it could very angst. You write so as a writer can't you see what the potential could be.

For instance, we meet Conor in Buck Begins when Buck discovers he was "born for defective body parts." Now, if something happens to the baby, it will just reinforce the idea. Especially having Conor word it like that, I came and asked you for bodily fluids.

Finally, Buddie talking about the will revelation. Eddie not understanding why Buck doesn't realize he's a father. Buck expressing he feels he's a back up plan.

Or you guys were talking Fried Green Tomatoes the other day. Could be as soft as just that scene where Ruth offers to leave so Idgy can settle down, and she replies I'm as settled as I want to be. In Buddie terms it could just Eddie being like why are you giving up your chance as a family. And Bucks response is like Idgys, I already have one.

Again, I have no clue how this all goes, but now that it's here, I hope we get some sort of scenario like above. I'm not trying to make it all about Buddie, but those boys need an intervention!!

Hi Nonnie! Thank you as well.

I wanna start by saying that, while 911 is def not the Buddie show, it’s totally okay if that is the main thing for you. The way I see it, life is hard enough as is. Fandom should bring us joy and a bit of rest from the hardships. So whatever makes you happy about the show, is legit. If it’s only Bathena? Legit. Only Chim? Legit. Only Buddie? Also legit. It is an ensemble show and that’s good to keep in mind for your own adjustment of expectations, but if you want to? You’re absolutely allowed to wanna focus on Buddie without having to apologize or explain that. And yes, they do need an intervention.

Now as for the sperm donation story, looking at both of these asks together, it sounds like maybe there's an impression that I’m very upset by it. It’s incredibly kind of you both if you wrote me to comfort me by offering ways that it can be good, but I’m honestly not that upset. I wouldn’t be posting about this storyline that much (or maybe even at all) if I didn’t keep getting asks about it. I’m not very fond of it, there are parts that are frustrating because I'm not fond of the direction, and 'coz even if the show was gonna tell the story, it could do a better job of it, but I also don’t think it’s a disaster, and I believe how I’ll end up feeling about the whole thing overall depends on how things will unfold in 6b. And I have said that there are good directions this could go in, but yeah, it really all depends on the resolution (like many stories TBH... sometimes a story starts great and then the resolution is so bad, it ruins all of the good build up). Which brings me to what I always say about speculations, that I prefer to stay away from them. I don’t wanna build them up by dreaming about all the good stuff a story can bring, I don’t wanna get depressed by thinking of all the ways the story might disappoint me. I’m okay with stating how I feel about what we’ve seen so far and then just... waiting and seeing what happens next. I do think remaining hopeful is a good thing! And I'm happy to be sharing your asks so everyone can see the potentially positive things that might come our way in 6b.

I appreciate your kind anons! And whatever you do or don't celebrate, have a great day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #connor #connor is basically my tag for the sperm donation storyline #ask #anon ask #911 speculation #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[something-about-sunflowers]

hi!! i'm the anon who sent the message abt ur post + victim-blaming. i just wanted to reiterate, i have no stake in that discourse and add that if anything, i agree with the broad points of your post at most (again, i only go here in a secondhand way. what the fuck is going on with someone's boss cutting off their subordinate's toe, making their subordinate eat it, and then being called the victim of that situation. help what the fuck).

to clarify, i sent that ask in good faith, and it was sent mainly because of the fact that the framing of "[character] is too competent to be abused by [other character]/you must think negatively about [character]'s competence to assume he could not get rid of a hypothetical attempted abuser" makes me very uncomfortable and i wanted to point out i thought ur wording may be harmful. i do not think that you are intending to make a point about irl victims of abuse and am not accusing you of anything — sorry if my original ask didn't make that clear enough! i don't think you are attempting to hurt anyone and i very much am not trying to get you to take down ur post (or anything similar?), i just believe it can be incredibly harmful to frame the subject of escaping or avoiding abuse as being about competency in any form, and at most i would ask you to reconsider that wording.

Right, so. I think the main issue here is: You're lacking the context. You say you're coming at this in good faith and, again, I'd like to believe that so I'll respond in kind.

I'm just gonna kind of rapid-fire some of the context and we'll go from there, we don't have to actually get into it and to be honest I'm probably not going to respond if you message me again because I really don't see this conversation going anywhere productive, since, we've established that I'm not talking about real people.

The boss who did the maiming (cutting off the toe) and forced autocannibalism is the one certain people say is being abused by the subordinate that he did it to. Said boss - Ed - is literally, essentially, the boss of everyone around him at any given point, he's well liked as well. The subordinate - Izzy - is supposed to be his second in command but has no way to enforce his own authority because Ed isn't enforcing it, he's significantly less well liked than Ed. He's literally nearly murdered by the people he's supposed to be in charge of and all it takes for it to stop is an absent request by Ed for Izzy to bring him tea. As an example of how well liked and respected Ed is in comparison to how disliked and disrespected Izzy is.

Izzy says some mean shit to Ed - which, arguably, doesn't really seem to faze him much? - and apologizes later for it. He makes some deals behind Ed's back - for what he thinks is Ed's own good (I'm inclined to say he's not entirely in the wrong, for what it's worth, not all good but not all bad either) - accepts what he considers to be fair punishment for it (a punch in the face, for the setting I'm inclined to agree it's fair). Imperatively, after he says the mean shit and apologizes, he's trying to leave. Ed is the one who insists that he stay.

Another important thing to note: Ed has experienced abuse. His father was abusive towards his mother and while it's never shown or directly implied on screen, it can be inferred fairly easily that he was abusive towards Ed as well. Ed murdered his father. And while he has some trauma centering on directly murdering people as a result he has no qualms about having other people do the murdering for him. He orders a man skinned with an escargot fork, tied to something 'very heavy', and thrown overboard for being racist at him (fair). He's, arguably, committed several other murders directly and simply rationalized away his own involvement in the resulting deaths 'technically, the fire killed those guys'. This is what I mean when I say he could easily get rid of someone in Izzy's position (social and professional standing) who was trying to abuse him.

I could go on.

Regardless. I'll admit that maybe my wording in my response wasn't the best, though I maintain that my original post has nothing wrong with it. A misunderstanding on your part due to lack of context and by way of it not being a conversation with you does not fall on me.

My issue with the idea of the characters' competence in relation to the possibility of an abusive relationship is, actually, that I don't believe there is that disparity in their respective competency levels - at least not as wide as all that. I don't believe they're in an abusive relationship but it's not because I think one is too competent to be a victim. My mentioning their competency at all is because the same people who insist that it is abusive also insist on the disparate competence levels. It's infantilizing Ed to say that, even though he's so much better than Izzy in every way, Izzy still has this power over him. And again, I have to stress, Ed is the one in a position of power over Izzy in multiple contexts. It does reflect poorly on their interpretation of Ed to imply that Izzy is abusing him.

All that aside? I am not responsible for your discomfort and discomfort is not harm. I do try to be considerate in my wording but, as I said: I cannot, will not, and should not have to preempt every potential read of the things that I say. We understand that I'm not talking about real people, but fictional ones, that should be the end of this. After that, if you are still made uncomfortable on my views or my wording, the onus is on you to remove yourself. You came to my ask box. Anonymously. I do not know who you are to block you - and I'm honestly not quite sure how reliably tumblr blocks accounts of anonymous askers - you are more than welcome to block me for the sake of your own comfort. I will take no offense. I am a strong advocate for curating your own spaces online and the block button is my best friend.

Again, I'm not likely to respond if you send another ask. I honestly can't see this conversation going anywhere productive, as, we're really just talking in circles. That said, I hope you have a nice day, genuinely. And I do recommend actually getting the context and watching Our Flag Means Death, it's really not as serious as all this, it's got its darker moments but - ultimately - it's a rom-com. I'd maybe advise avoiding the wider fandom though, find yourself a small group and stick to it (ideally one that understands that anon hate, harassment, death threats, sui-bait, and doxxing are bad things regardless of what the target thinks about fictional characters - there's some crazy people in this fandom and they're best avoided).

#the dork is being a dork #the dork answers #izzy hands #the izcourse #just wanna stress again though: discomfort is not harm #something making you uncomfortable is not (inherently) harming you - or anyone else for that matter

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1052: Kyoukgen Special Outing Date!! (King of Fighters)

2:23 p.m. at Biggs' Tailor Made Shop........

Marco: (Inside the Dressing Room) Are you sure this suit would look good on me? Been a long while since I've worn one....

Robert: (Smiles Softly) Trust us, Marco, you're gonna look a like million bucks with the suit we picked out for ya.

Yuri: Just imagine: you walking into some fancy, boring rich people's party while everyone present, turns and pays attention to you, not just another guy in a suit, but as Marco Rodriguez......(Slowly Moves her Hand Up to the Side With a Huge Smile on her Face) the big, firm, extraordinary, handsome devil of the Kyoukgen Karate!

Marco: Handsome Devil of Kyoukgen Karate, eh? Not a bad ring to it. But I am far from being the most handsome guy out there. At least not in comparison to Robert.

Robert: (Flips his Front Hair With a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Well, my natural beauty does have no equal and competition~

Yuri: (Turns to Robert With a Smirk of her Own) Does the name "Benimaru Nikaido" ring any bells?

Robert: ('Scoffs') Sparky wishes he could keep up with me.

Marco: Isn't he that playboy model who won a lot of KoF tournaments?

Yuri: Yep! Robbie boy over here been jealous of him since day one. It's kinda funny.

Robert: No it isn't. And so what if the guy won more tournaments than any of us combined? I'm still richer than him!

Yuri: True, but he's still a pretty solid hit with the ladies though. Some of which are high class models themselves.

Robert: But are any of them a ponytail, braided cutie who can kick ass? (Gives Yuri a Peck on the Cheek) I don't think so~

Yuri: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Robert!~ You're being too modest~

Robert: (Smirks Playfully at Yuri) Hey, I ain't the one constantly kept boasting about how cute you are. I just happened to wholeheartedly agree to that statement.

Yuri: Oh really?~ Well, I just so happened to be a form believer that you, Robert Garcia, is the most handsomest stud around~ (Winks at her Man Beside Her)

Robert: More handsome than sparky?~ (Raises an Eyebrow)

Yuri: ('Sigh') Yes, Robert. You're more handsome than sparky. Very much so~ (Kisses Robert on the Lips)

Marco: You can quit the flirting now, lovebirds! I'm finished changing!

As the door opens, Marco walks out of the dressing room wearing a nicely tailored made, white tuxedo, black dressed pants, and a rich, silver tie.

Marco: (Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth a Bit Nervously) So......how do I look?

Yuri: (Gasps Loudly With a Big Smile and Sparkles in her Eyes) Marcoooooo!~ You look amazing!!~

Robert: (Smiles Proudly) And a very handsome devil I may add. (Moves a Nearby Mirror in Front of Marco's Viewpoint) Take a look for yourself, bud.

Marco: (Takes a Look at Himself in the Mirror, Much to his Genuine Surprise) Huh. Well, I'll be damned. I do look like a million bucks.

Robert: Told ya! Consider this one a gift from me to you. On the house.

Marco: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait, you're seriousluly buying me this!?

Robert: (Happily Nodded) Yeah, man. Can't have you going to this upcoming VIP party with us next week, without wearing something more sophisticated, which you're invited to by the way.

Yuri: SURPRISE!~

Marco: VIP party, huh?.....Sure, if it beats being in the restaurant all night, then I'm down. (Bows to the Couple In Front of Him) Thank you for the invite.

Robert: Nah, there's no need to thank us. We're just happy to have you along for the ride. (Gives Marco a Playful Smirk While Pointing a Finger Gun at Him) Just try not to rip it to pieces with your manliness this time, 'kay?

Marco: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) You're still going on about that?

Yuri: (Pouts at Marco With her Hands on her Hips) Of course we are! Like, we get that you love our karate style and showing off your manly side or whatever, but you gotta ease up on the shirt ripping! Speaking of which, how were you even able to do that so easily anyways?

Marco: I'm......not really sure actually. But master did said that my Kyoukgen spirit is stronger as each time passes.

Yuri: (Gives Marco a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Kyoukgen spirit?

Marco: (Simply Nodded) Yep. He told me all about it when we went training in the mountains that one time. Legend has it that the spirit and influence of Mr. Karate himself will start coursing through one's veins each time their training progresses. Of course, It'll take a very long time before anyone could match up against Mr Karate himself, in terms of strength and endurance, but we all have to start somewhere, am I right?

Robert and Yuri starts looking at each other for a few seconds in silence before turning back to Marco.

Robert: You see.....(Sticks Both of his Arms and Habds Out at Marco) This right here is EXACTLY why you need to go out more.

Yuri: And luckily for you....(Happily Stands By One of Marco's Shoulder While Robert Stands by the Other) We'll be the only two sane ones to help you see more of the clear skies in no time!~

Marco: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) You know, I don't always spend my time cooped up in the dojo all day. But I suppose a few outings or so with you two aren't too bad of a time waster, so thanks for that I guess.

Yuri: No problem!~ Now, can we hurry up and buy this suit already? I'm starving like crazy really!

Few Minutes Later Outside of an Italian Themed Restaurant........

Yuri: (Takes a Bite of her Ordered Meal Before Beaming Up With Pure Satisfaction) ('Mmmmm') Wooow!~ This has to best risotto I've ever tasted!~ So heavenly~

Robert: Yeah, it's pretty good, but you have to try out these lamb chops. (Takes Another Bite of his Meal and Enjoys It) They'll to die for! Ain't that right, Marco?

Marco: ( Looks Down Plays With His Food in Silence With the Side if his Head Resting on his Knuckles) ....................

Yuri: Marco?

Marco: (Comes Back to Reality as He Looks Back Up to the Couple) Hm?

Yuri: (Stares at Marco With a Worried Frown) Is everything okay?

Robert: Is the lamb chop not as good as you hoped it would be?

Marco: Oh. No, it's not that. It tasted great actually.

Robert: (Smiles Brightly) Right? I'm thinking we should making one of our own and added it to the menu once we get back home. Give it's own flare, persino l'unicità! (Chuckles Lightly Before Frowning) But no seriously, Marco, what's wrong?

Marco: I've been thinking.

Yuri: About?

Marco: My place here in the Kyoukgen Karate. Ever since Grandmaster Takuma appointed me as the head chef of the BBQ restaurant and when master declined the thought of me joining your team for the fifteenth KOF tournament, I.....guess I couldn't but to feel....inferior to you guys as of lately. Like my contribution to the Kyoukgen's name, means little to nothing to any of you anymore, master especially. ('Sigh') I dunno, maybe I'm not working as hard as I thought I was? I know I still have a long road ahead of me, but how long will it takes for me to not keep falling behind? Or should I stop everything, pack it up and just......call it quits?

Yuri and Robert stares at their Kyoukgen artist in dead silence as if the words that came out of his mouth struck a cord within them in some way.

Marco: (Starts Feeling a Bit Awkward by the Silence) A-Actually, forget everything I just said. (Chuckles Awkwardly) I'm only rambling on about my own dumb dilemmas like I always do, so.....uh.....(Slowly Takes Another Bite of his Lamb Chop Before Swallowing It) Y-Yeah.

Robert: Marco, I....that....can't be any more farther from the truth at all. You're one of the most dedicated and hard working person our dojo has to offer. Even more so than Ryo and Master themselves.

Yuri: Robert's right. You always do whatever you can help us keep the dojo and restaurant in their place, you became a huge inspiration to most of our students for as long as any of us could try to remember, and you're a hell of a lot more stronger than you're giving yourself credit for right now! Remember that one time in training, Dad threw you like five wooden boards and you headbutted all of them at ease? I always thought you're the coolest guy ever since then.

Marco: You have? T-Thanks. (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Mama always said I have the hardest head of the whole family. But it nowhere near as impressive as you breaking those boards with your....(Starts Blushing a Little While Looking Away) Uh.....

Yuri: My big, fat butt?

Marco: Yeah. That. It's creative and very effective force of attack, in more ways than one......

Yuri: (Giggles Softly) Aww, thank you~ I always do my best to put my two best assets to good use in battle. So much so that I gave it an attack name: Swallow Wing.

Marco: (Starts Nodding in an Impressed Manner) That sounds like a decent name for an attack.

Yuri: Right? I came up with it all night and everything! (Crosses her Arms and Pout) But bro and dad says I look unprofessional and un-lady like every time I use it.

Robert: (Shrugs) Hey, if it's effective enough to knock anyone out, then who cares what those two pagliaccis think. (Chuckles Lightly....Which Now Turns into a Bit of a Goofy Laugh)

Marco silently turns to Yuri with a bit of weirded out look on his face.

Yuri: ('Sigh') Don't mind Robbie-Boy over there. He's always get like this whenever my butt attack gets brought up at any conversation.

Marco: You don't say.....

Yuri: Uh-huh. Like, I get that we've been dating for a while now and that I packed a whole lot of impact and junk in the truck since then, but this is getting ridiculous at this point!

Marco: ('Sigh') Let's just hope your brother and father doesn't see him actin' like a perverted fool anytime soon.....

Yuri: Oh they've already catched him doing that multiple times before and it most ends with him receiving a broken nose. (Smiles Dreamingly at her Boyfriend) Still, i think he looks so cute when acts all silly like that~ Makes me wanna kiss his face, you know?

Marco: If helps him sleep at night. (Starts Snapping his Fingers in Front of Robert) Oi! Robert!

Robert: (Finally Comes Back to Reality) Huh? What?

Yuri: (Raises an Eyebrow) Don'tcha think we're getting a little off topic here?

Robert: (Immediately Remembers What's the Original Conversation Was) Oh! Yeah! Uh...('Clears Throat') You're right. (Bashfully Fixes his Shirt's Collar) Sorry about that of all, Marco. I was.....lost in my own thoughts as per usual is all.

Marco: (Crosses his Arms, Unimpressed) We noticed.

Yuri: (Giggles Softly at Robert Dispense)

Robert: Yeah....B-But actually going back to the topic at hand here, all of the reasons Yuri and I listed just proves that you, Marco Rodriguez, contributed a whole lot to our team than you think. And I'm sure your master would think and say the same too, no matter how thick headed he is at times.

Yuri: (Groans in Frustration While Having the Urge to Not Rip her Whole Hair Out) To an egregious tea!

Robert: Yuri!

Yuri: (Sighs While Pinching her Nose to Try Calming Herself Down) Sorry, sorry. I know we're getting off topic again and junk, but that jerk has been pissing me off nonstop as of late. I mean, first, he kicked me out of the team for being the weak link, and then had the nerve to chose King over Marco after he was willing to spend a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR training in the moutains with him, for.....WHATEVER REASON, cause it sure as hell wasn't because he finally used that thick skull of his to find out that she had a crush on his dumbass, that's for sure!!

Marco: I always thought that was the reason he chose her over me. To get close and development their bond long enough to admit their feelings to one another.

Robert: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) Trust us when we say that we both wish and thought that were the case too, bud.....But of course, every time I tried to tell him that King might have feelings for him, he always denies it and thinks I don't know what I'm talking about. Hell, even when that poor girl hints after hints of that being the case, he STILL gets oblivious over the whole thing, it's infuriating! And I think King is starting to get tired of it too.

Yuri: Oh, I can TELL that she's having enough of his crap! Remember that night when Ryo made this big speech about how we stopped caring about our dojo or whatever? King walked out the door at one point during the whole thing and was already long gone before we went outside shortly after. Fast forwarding to a day later, she texted and said that something came up for her to leave at the last few minutes. (Crosses her Arms Again) I swear, if that's not a clear sign of her giving up, then I don't know what is anymore....

Marco: Maybe there actually was something that came up at the time. I don't know King as much as the rest of you do, but she doesn't seem the kind of woman who would make lies out of the blue like that.....Right?

Yuri: Well....I mean...she is the most honest out me and Mai since we first met one another. ('SIigh') So I guess I could be blowing all of this out of proportion.....(Starts Pouting Again) Doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at Ryo.

Marco: Hey, I get it. I mean, I'm having mixed feelings about all of this, but I completely understand why it's upsetting. Sorry that he cut you out of the team like that.

Yuri: (Turns Back to Marco With a Small Smile) It's fine. I'm sorry he didn't give you a chance to join at all. (Starts Frowning Again) Among others things.....

Marco: Other things?

Robert: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away) Yeah, this might be a long time coming, but we really wanna apologize for leaving you behind for an entire month to watch over restaurant on your own like that.

Yuri: We're supposed to be a team, family even. And yet, here you are, getting left behind and cleaning up behind our messes. Some friends we are.....

Marco: (Smiles a Bit Reassuringly) Hey now. There's no need to feel down about all of that. It wasn't easy watching over the restaurant at first, but my crew and I were still able to pull through for as long as we need to at the time.

Robert: (Smiles Back) And we really couldn't thank you enough for that. You ever need us for everything, don't be afraid to give us a hollar, alright?

Yuri: (Hugs Marco's Arm) We love you, Marco. And if we have to prove how much you mean to us on daily basis, then so be it. We're up for the challenge.

Robert: (Points his Finger Guy at Marco Before Winking) Anyday of the week, amico.

Marco: (Smiles Sheepishly) You...really don't have to go out of your way to do that for me. Having you two as my friends is already good enough for me as it gets. You're good people.

Robert: (Happily Nodded) Ditto. I honestly believe this will be a start of an actual friendship.

Yuri: (Smiles Brightly) Yep!~ And we're gonna be sticking together like super glue from here on out, so you better get used to it, Marco Rodriguez!!~

Marco: (Chuckles Lightly) Fine by me. I'm having the time of my life already.

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#king of fighters #art of fighting #marco rodriguez #robert garcia (kof) #yuri sakazaki #ryo (mentioned) #king (mentioned) #takuma (mentioned) #humor #team bonding #pure friendship #cute romance #fluff #robert x yuri #takes place a month after the art of fighting's ending in kof 15 #i would've tried making last year a few days after the game came out #but i didn't know how wrote any other kof characters besides shingo and co. #so better late than never i suppose lol

[devilishychubbyqueer]

Self Hypnosis 101

Hi there! You can call me Devil or Robin. I'm a 24 y/o queer, plus size hypno enthusiast, and I practice self hypnosis! This is just a little list of things I think are important to do during sessions and a general primer on the subject! This isn't a strict guide, so please take this with a grain of salt, and add/subtract as you see fit!

(I'll also be documenting a typical self brainwashing session of mine in writing soon~ so stay tuned for that ♡♡♡)

Let's get started!

Self Hypnosis is simply that- hypnosis done by yourself. No hypnotist needed. While couple or group hypnosis may be preferable for some, lots of us don't have that option for various reasons. So self hypnosis is honestly a good way to go, even if others don't talk too much about it. Here's some important things to know.

1. Be safe.

Above all, you need to keep yourself safe before, during, and after the sessions. This may sound like a no brainer, since you're the only one performing any hypnosis, but be mindful of a few things.

Are you in a safe place to do a session? Are you feeling well enough to do a session? Do you have time constraints? Health needs? That kind of list is important! It may seem like obvious answers, but it's good to know what they are, and if need be, write them down.

Another thing to be mindful of is safeguarding. Not everyone needs one, but some of us(like myself) get swept up in the headspace of hypnosis, and if pushed enough, can be coerced into letting others use our triggers. If this is not agreed upon, if it's pushed until you say yes, that's a BIG danger.

Self Hypnosis is something I started to be safe, and the first thing I did was install a Red Light trigger. That's essentially a very simple trigger to trip, allowing someone in trance to be able to think clearly when something feels wrong, and wake up safely but quickly. For me, it was easy to link it to the idea of being unsafe and therefore waking up to establish safety, but some people might need a phrase or physical trigger. That's fine.

The way I did it, I installed this trigger with a few trances just to reinforce, with a script I wrote out. I've since gotten rid of the script, so as to avoid avoid twisting it against me.

Aftercare is also super important, to be fair Just be safe, make safeguards, and take care of yourself during play, as you would during other kink activities ♡

2. Your wants are important!

Since you're the only one performing the hypnosis, it means you get to indulge in any fantasy you like! So long as it doesn't hurt you or anyone else, go for it!

It may feel strange to indulge in what you want at first, since oftentimes those who are kinky will be criticized and made to minimize, but this is time you set aside for yourself!

If you need to, write down what you'd like to do. Whether that's create triggers, explore a fantasy, or create long lasting effects. Have fun with it! You can always take it back if you don't enjoy it, and no one is there to stop you. As long as it's safe and you aren't hurting anyone else or yourself, try it out!

3. On the topic of self brainwashing.

Now, I know that's proooobably why most are here. Self brainwashing is something I've been doing for a while now, like any dom might do for a consenting, enthusiastic sub. Some say it can't be done, but I think it can!

Brainwashing, in essence, is training the mind to naturally gear towards something. Mostly, it's a fictional concept. However, doing it for fun can result in some lovely results~

If you want to self brainwash, it might be smart to find an outside source such as a visual or audio that gets you into that state. Reinforcing the triggers you want could be as simple as writing out what you want and reading it while under trance, posting while deep under, or finding audio files that emphasize the thing you've been looking to train yourself into.

My example is that I wanted to become aroused and addicted to hypnosis(loosely, not actually, this IS just a fantasy), and I know from experience that masturbation has a funny way of blanking the mind. So at first I found myself some files, some spirals, and set some time aside to rub my mind away.

After a while, I started snapping during these sessions, finding mantras to repeat, and slowly backing away from external sources. I kind of Pavlov'd my brain into associating the snaps with trance, the mantras with obedience, and stroking or edging myself with going deeper.

Now, if I snap in a safe place, my mind can drop like a stone and cause instant arousal, crossed eyes, etc. It took a long time to train to this state, and not everyone has that time. That's okay! Everyone has their own pace.

But I do think it's possible because I myself am doing it~ I've got a few next steps for myself but as for you, keep trying new things out. Find what works and stick with it! Find a goal and see what you can do to ramp up to it safely.

4. Listen to your body.

Some kinks are unrealistic in how far one can push a body. And while it's fun to engage in fantasy, just be careful not to overdo it. Give your body a break or switch things up if you're starting to experience pain or something unexpected. Retrace your steps and see if there's something you can change to make things better!

Nothing should well and truly HURT during play unless it's intentional. Be careful with your body and listen to it. If you need to stop or slow down, there's no shame in that.

I hope this helps somewhat. I know it's a long piece, but I hope it gives some insight! If anyone has questions, feel free to hit up my asks ♡♡♡

I am not the authority on self brainwashing, btw! These are all things I think are important, but they may change for you! I'm just a dork trying to branch out his experiences and indulge himself. You should do the same!

Be safe, have fun, and happy brainwashing♡♡♡

#hypnokink #nsft #hypnosis #self brainwashing #not actual hypnosis #brainwashing #love yall!

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Stop Adopting My Friends (Chapter Three)

Summary: This is Part Three of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Part One was Oopsie Baby which you can read here.

Part Two was Promises Kept which you can read here.

Part Three follows Bex when she's returned home from college and is getting to know Jay's friends at the CPD.

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead Warnings: Not much of any for this one. Bex gets sick and there's a bit of puking, but that's it. A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D Click here for Chapter One.

Click here for Chapter Two.

Chapter Three

“I know what you’re up to,” Jay said to Bex one Saturday morning at their favourite diner. It was a rare breakfast where it was just the two of them. Usually at least two people from CPD or 51 was crammed into the booth with them.

“What am I up to?” Bex asked around a mouthful of bacon.

He pointed his fork at her. “Gathering up all of Intelligence to add to your flock like the mama chicken you are.”

“There’s something off about that comparison, but I can’t put my finger on it.” She gulped down some juice while she pondered.

“I just think it’s hilarious that you can’t meet anyone without trying to tuck them under your little chicken wing,” he laughed, making a goofy face at her.

“Getting a little offended and confused by the poultry references here, Jay,” she said. “But also, you’re one to talk.” Bex folded her arms and smirked at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, concentrating on spreading jam on his toast.

“Oh, how about meeting up with Sam to talk about him going to the Academy?”

“He had questions,” Jay exclaimed. “Was I supposed to say no?”

“I don’t know that paying for his lunch was necessary,” she laughed and he waved her off.

“He’s a good kid.”

“Mm-hmm, and how about helping Malia pick out a car? She said you were the only one who gave her advice she understood. And you helped Faith get her background check expedited so she could start her volunteer gig on time. And—”

“And what’s your point?” he rolled his eyes at her with a smile.

“I’m saying stop adopting my friends before you get all judgey about me ‘mama chickening’ people,” she said.

“You started it,” he laughed.

“No,” she pointed a finger at him. “This is not our fault. We were raised this way. You know whose fault it is?”

Jay burst out laughing.

“Chris,” they both agreed.

They’d learned from the best.

Bex didn’t regret the acquisition of a single new chick (dammit, Jay). All of those CPD folks, they might think they were doing okay, but they needed more people in their circle.

More people was always better. That was a fact.

***

November came and Bex’s life was still a whirlwind. She had been working like crazy at her different jobs for a few months now and the schedule was more than a bit hectic.

Late nights at Molly’s and her band gigs. Early mornings at the diner or the bakery.

Volunteering at the hospital.

Freelance art gigs and trying to work on her graphic novel in between it all.

Plus keep up with her friends and family.

Her roommates complained about never seeing her outside of band practice and gigs so she carved out some quality time for all of them.

She was burning the candle at both ends. Wasn’t even much of a candle at this point.

Chris sat her down at Molly’s one night and tried to talk her into quitting at least one of the jobs.

“You’re running yourself ragged, Bex,” he said. “For what?”

“I don’t think you really have a leg to stand on when it comes to telling someone not to work too much, Christopher,” she said, giving him the side-eye.

“Hey,” he said. “I have work life balance, okay? I do know what that is. Not too sure about you.”

She managed to change the subject, keeping him at bay for now. She was twenty-two years old. She could handle a little insanity in her schedule. Bex was determined to make enough money to make her own way and not need to ask her brothers for help.

The problem was she wasn’t making enough from her art alone at the moment and most places weren’t offering much in the way of hours. She had to work multiple jobs to equal the wage of one. The one plus side was that even working multiple jobs left her with some flexibility to keep working on her art and that was what mattered.

She would be fine. She was making it work.

Until she wasn’t.

Eventually, burning the candle at both ends left nothing but a puddle.

After a day of missing the bus and freezing her ass off outside before boarding the next one and getting crammed in between a pile of coughing, sneezing individuals, Bex got sick.

Not that she was going to admit it. She got sent home from the diner when she tried to start her shift and felt herself getting woozier as she made her way home.

Her head was killing her and her whole body ached. Her stomach kept doing slow turns and by the time she got through her door, it was all she could do to make it to the couch and collapse in a heap.

Maybe she was a little bit sick.

Bex groaned, pulling out her phone to text Chris. It was probably a bad idea for her to go in that night.

***

Jay

Jay walked into Molly’s after his shift and immediately got flagged over to the bar by Chris.

“Hey, Jay, can you do me a favour?” Chris asked, leaning in.

“Sure thing. What’s up?”

“Bex called in sick tonight,” Chris said with a frown.

Jay raised his eyebrows in surprise. Bex was never sick.

“Yeah,” Chris agreed with the look on his face. “I know,” he said. “Even when she was a little kid, she hardly ever got sick. Or at least, would never admit it. Never wanted to bother anyone.”

“That’s—”

“Trust me, I know,” Chris said. “We’ve talked about it, but she still basically has to be dying before she’ll even admit she’s not feeling well. Do you think you could go by and check on her?”

“Of course,” Jay agreed immediately, already heading back out as Chris sighed with relief. “I’ll text you and let you know what’s what.”

It took him no time at all to drive over to Bex’s place. Her roommate Faith let him in and pointed him down the hall to her room.

“Fair warning,” Faith said. “She’s definitely super sick, but also grumpy as hell. She won’t let any of us go near her to try and help so, uh…good luck.”

Jay sighed and knocked on Bex’s door.

“’M fine,” was the growled response.

“Bex,” he called out. “It’s Jay.”

“Go ‘way, Jay,” she groaned. “I’m fine. Don’t want to get you sick.”

“You can’t be fine if you’re worried about me getting sick,” he argued. “I’m coming in.” Jay opened the door and squinted into the darkened room. A lumpy pile of blankets was all he could see. “Bex?” He peered over the top of the pile, catching a glimpse of her messy pile of hair. “Can you come out for a sec?”

The pile grumbled and then shifted until her head emerged.

“Hey, buddy,” he said softly. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Gross,” she muttered.

“Gross like…” he prompted.

Bex sighed. “Headache, body aches, dizzy, and pukey.”

He reached out a hand to rest it against her forehead and left it there. Bex stared at him after a few seconds. “You have no idea what you’re checking for, do you?”

“Not a clue,” he admitted. “You do feel warm though, but that just might be the eight thousand blankets you have on you. Do you have a ther—”

She made a noise and scrambled out of the bed, stumbling out of her room and across the hall into the bathroom. There was the clink of the toilet seat going up and then the sound of Bex puking her guts out.

He headed out into the hallway. Faith was already in the bathroom, holding Bex’s hair back shushing his sister as she apologized between choking sobs. This was definitely not good.

Malia was lingering in the hallway beside him. “Do you guys have a thermometer,” he asked her.

“Maybe?” She dipped into the bathroom and rummaged around in the cabinet and drawers. “Aha!”

Jay took it from her with a nod and then switched spots, taking her place in the tiny bathroom. Faith was wetting a washcloth and dabbing at Bex’s face.

He crouched down beside her. “Hey, we should really take your temperature. Do you think you can handle that?”

She nodded weakly and took the thermometer in her mouth. Jay frowned at the readout once it beeped. “102,” he said. “That’s definitely a fever. Have you been able to take anything, Bex?”

“Can’t hold anything down.”

“Okay,” he said, moving closer. “Let’s get you back to bed for now.”

“I’m okay, Jay.” She tried to wave off his hands. “I can do it.”

“Hey,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “Let me mama chicken you, okay? It’s your turn.”

“Do you—do you mean ‘mother hen’?” Faith asked tentatively.

Jay paused. “…maybe.”

Bex laughed weakly and then groaned.

“Mama chicken, mother hen, whatever,” Jay said, reaching around Bex to get her to her feet. “Just let me help you, okay?”

She let him half carry her back to her bed, got her settled in and then stepped out into the hallway. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his recent contacts before hitting call.

After a few rings, a groggy voice answered. “Jay?”

Shit, he didn’t think about the time and the fact that it was an hour later in New York. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Sorry to wake you up.”

“It’s fine, I was just napping,” Will said. “I’m on call. What’s up? Something wrong?”

“Bex is sick,” Jay said, hurrying to fill the silence when Will didn’t respond. “It’s not just a cold, she seems really sick. And I’m sorry to bother you, but I just don’t really know what I’m doing here. Chris is at Molly’s and Cindy’s stuck with the kids. You’re my only hope here, man.”

“Jay, relax, it’s okay,” Will replied, sounding a bit more awake at least. “What are her symptoms?”

Jay rattled off everything he knew.

“When’s the last time she ate? Has she kept any fluids down?”

“I don’t know. Let me ask her roommates.” He held his hand over the phone as he conferred with the girls. “They said she hasn’t been drinking much since they got home because she keeps vomiting and they’re not sure when the last time she ate is.”

“Okay,” Will said. “Getting fluids into her is going to be important. And you need to watch the fever. If it keeps going up, you might have to take her to the hospital.”

That gave Jay pause. “You think it might get that bad?”

“No,” Will said quickly. “I think she’s going to be fine, but it’s good to know what to look for just in case.” There was a pause before Will spoke again, tone gentle. “It sounds like she has a bad flu, Jay, but I really think she’s going to be okay. She just has to ride it out. I can give you a list of things to pick up though that might help.”

“Yeah,” Jay said, nodding while he grabbed his notebook from his pocket. “That would be good. Shoot.”

He made note of everything Will said to pick up, plus the directions for medicine to try and bring down Bex’s fever and schedule for fluid and temperature checks. “Okay, got it,” he said, breathing out heavily. “Hey. Will.”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks, man.”

Jay was about to sign off when Will spoke again. “Let me know how she’s doing later, okay? Just…keep me in the loop.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Jay agreed, surprised at the concern in Will’s voice. They said goodbye and Jay patted down his pockets, looking for his keys.

“I can take the list,” Malia offered as she came into the living room.

Jay glanced at her in surprise.

“I’m not great with sick people,” she explained, looking a bit sheepish. “But I’d still like to help.”

“Oh, okay, sure,” Jay handed the list over along with some bills from his wallet. “Thanks, Malia.” He appreciated being able to stay there to keep an eye on Bex. After sending off a quick update to Chris, he braved the bathroom to do some cleaning up and prepare for the next round.

Jay stayed overnight, sleeping on the couch and getting up every hour to check Bex’s temperature and get her to take some fluids in. By the morning, her fever was gone, the vomiting had stopped, and she was looking halfway human again.

“Thanks, Jay,” she hugged him as he got ready to leave.

He hugged her back gently, feeling pretty awesome about being able to help out. “I’m the mama chicken champion,” he said.

“You totally are,” Bex agreed with a little grin.

***

She had completely bounced back the following day and was catching up on everything that she’d missed while she was down and out.

Opening up her email, she was surprised to see one from Will checking in to see how she was doing. She wrote him back with the update and thanked him for helping Jay get her through it all. They actually ended up having a mini chat via email, going back and forth and getting caught up.

It was nice.

Less nice was Chris sitting her down when she stopped by for dinner the next night and reading her the riot act for juggling too many things.

“I know, Chris,” she said, trying to stem the flow of words erupting from him. “You’re right.”

“I am?” He stopped abruptly. “Yeah. I am. That’s good. So what’s the plan?”

They looked over her finances and agreed be okay to quit the bakery and reduce her hours at the diner. They were the jobs that paid the least and she’d rather work late nights, than early mornings. She’d hopefully be able to give up the diner soon as well.

“We can cut back your hours at Molly’s too,” he began.

“Noooo,” Bex cried. “I love working at Molly’s. That’s when I get to see everyone the most. It’s not even like working for me.”

Chris grinned and shook his head at her. “Okay, fine,” he said. “For now, but I reserve the right to visit this conversation.”

She snapped off a salute. “Yes, sir.”

“Smart ass.”

After seeing everything all laid out with Chris, she realized exactly how busy she’d been. He didn’t even know about all of the band gigs so when she added that in for herself, the big picture was pretty overwhelming.

Being sick had forced her to take a step back and look at things more objectively. The new plan was a good one. She could afford it and it would give her more time for her art.

This was good. Things felt like they were back on track.

She went shopping and started putting together a lasagna as a thank you for Jay. She made his favourite M&M chocolate chip cookies too and then, after a little nudge from the back of her mind, a batch of peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies too.

“Hmm,” she muttered to herself. “Wonder who those are for.” It’d become clear soon enough. It always did.

Once everything was ready to go, she packaged it all up and headed over to Jay’s. She wanted to surprise him so she hadn’t called in advance so of course, there was no answer when she knocked. She got out her keys so she could unlock his door.

At least she could stash it all in his kitchen and leave him a note with reheating instructions and to say thanks. They could catch up later, but at least this way her thank you meal would be waiting for him when he got home.

She juggled the containers in one arm while she unlocked the door and walked in. Closing the door, she turned around and nearly dropped everything on the floor.

A man was standing beside Jay’s couch, eyes darting around like he was looking for a direction to bolt in. His clothes were rumpled and he wore a dark beanie over messy hair, his face covered in patchy stubble.

He looked sketchy as hell and yet…familiar.

Bex took a small step forward causing him to take a step back. She peered at his face and it was the eyes that made it all click for her.

“Mouse??”

Click here to read Part Four in this series: If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

(Here is the link to read Stop Adopting My Friends on ao3.)

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[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 70 APPENDIX

Well, a lot has happened this book just gone, the kings called their banners proper and the numbers went up and down like a pogo stick, and about as dangerous, everyone has been doing their best despite having a really bad time.

We lost some NPCs non-POV characters, and I for one will miss Luwin greatly. MVP.

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There is one thing I would like to talk about today: I do try to give each character a fair go when I read their chapter, but sometimes irl stuff does affect how I'm interacting with the text and the characters, if you feel that I've been unfair to a character in my over simplified chapter summaries, it is okay to let me know.

I bring this up because I was very unfair toward Theon during one of his chapters, and someone pointed it out to me. I changed the summary to apply blame properly, it wasn't a problem, especially since they were right.

This may not apply for the main body of the review, because that's intentionally an opinion bit, whether we agree or not. But the summary parts, those are an easy edit.

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Current Drinking Game List: Lemon(s) "Roughspun" Valyrian Steel Dragonbone (either raw or as a weapon) “Is this dream a vision or psychological issues” “If I look back, I am lost.” "The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors" D&D Suck at their Job (case by case judging) someone wishes they have/had wings Ruby/rubies

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And we also have the Kill a Creep Game: Any time a creep creeps on someone we invent an imaginative death for them

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ALSO: I do like when people have things to add to my thoughts in the replies or tags, I am not here for hate though, so if you over aggro, you will be blocked. I'm (imo) pretty chill about what constitutes hate in fandom terms, but try to stay off the bad faith takes and vilifying. If you're worried about stuff you've said in the notes or tags, if I haven't blocked by now about it, you're fine.

Also, also: if you said something, and were expecting a reply but I didn't, I am so sorry. this is about a DM I forgot I had received until it was to late to reply without it being weird. 😅 but also the replies I get that I don't reply to.

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A STORM OF SWORDS

Moving into the next book, I am going to do it in two parts, Steel and Snow, and Blood and Gold, just because thats how my physical copies are split, and it breaks the 80+ chapters into two 40-ish chapter books. It gives me more half way rest days, and given how nail biting the action and emotions are getting, I'm going to need them.

I have been thinking about adding some more rest days, but we'll see when we see.

Thanks for being with me on this quest, I'll see you all tomorrow!

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #acok #asoiaf #a chapter a day reading

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5+1 sambucky for the WIP meme? 👀

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This is my newest story and I'm still working out the 5 moments (a post asking for thoughts has been sitting in my drafts for a few days) but it follows five moments were people around Delacroix misinterpret something from Sam and Bucky and assume they might be on the fritz for some reason (I want to add in some "helpful" shenanigans but we'll see). For instance someone thinks Bucky gets "stood up" on a regular date (it's a babysitting emergency). A stranger visits and gets too friendly (it's a team member). They don't buy c*nd*ms at the store (broken ribs). And then one time everyone realizes they're definitely not breaking up.

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"You know, only the first glass of sweet tea is complimentary, sweetheart," Denise said, refilling Bucky's glass for the fourth time that afternoon.

"Now, when have I ever left here without paying for all my sweetness, darling?" Bucky drolled back. "And I told you about that sweetheart thing. I call you that."

The older woman tsked at him and waved her hand, and the pitcher of sweet tea, dismissively. "I've been callin' people in this restaurant sweetheart longer than you've been alive," she said.

"You know that's not true," Bucky said and downed half his glass.

Denise refilled it. "It is. I'm just like you. I wear my age very well."

Bucky laughed and tilted his head to her. "Alright, ma'am," he acquiesced.

"Still no Samuel?" she asked, even though someone had just come through the door and she should really focus on them.

"Not yet," Bucky agreed, glancing at his silent phone. "But that's alright. I've got all the company I need right here." He grinned up at her and cheersed his glass against the pitcher.

"Well you just let me know when you're ready to eat, sweetheart."

"Will do, doll," Bucky agreed.

Denise made her way around the small sandwich shop, refilling drinks and taking orders. She kept an eye on the door and an eye on the third booth: the one with the window where the old oak outside drooped a limb close enough to see the birds when they nested there.

It had been Sam Wilson's favorite since he was eight years old and smuggling baby birds into the restaurant to share his water with.

"Is Sam around?" she asked Erica at the front breakfast bar.

The local post-woman nodded with a mouthful of crab on rye. "He accepted a package for Miss Sarah just before I got here. Why? Is he about to go off and do Captain America things?"

Denise shook her head. "Not that I've seen. He's s'posed to be on a date." She nodded over to Bucky, who had broken for the first time in fifteen minutes and was checking his phone again.

Erica looked over as well and shrugged. "Well maybe he is doing Captain America things."

"Without his sidekick?"

"I don't think that's what... You know, maybe he's just running late." Erica scattered chips over her plate and ate two at a time.

"Do you remember him ditchin' that pretty little thing he was with in high school? He just up and stopped showin' up here. No warnin'."

"He joined the Air Force," Erica pointed out drily. "He got busy."

Denise tsked and hummed at the same time. "Tell your girlie to watch out. Sam Wilson may be single again."

"Oh, you're gossiping for the sake of my daughter," Erica pretended to realize, just a little sarcastic. She grinned at the old waitress. "Just accept that those two were two you couldn't matchmake together."

Denise trained her eyes back on Bucky, who was laying out too many bills and hurrying from the restaurant. He circled back to down the rest of his drink.

"Sweetheart, I made your sandwich already," she called, stopping his second hasty retreat. "Would you like Sam's as well?"

Bucky glanced around the shop before nodding. "Yeah, I'll take it to him," he said and shot her a thankful, if strained, smile. "Thanks so much, darling." He leaned over to kiss her cheek and then hurried away.

"You ever notice how he flirts with everyone but Sam?" Denise asked as the door closed.

Erica looked at her with wild mirth, finished chewing, and said, "Now I know you're making things up. Those two can't stay away from each other. Do not make this into something it isn't," she warned lightly. "We don't want a repeat of the Roberts boy."

"That boy needed a good kick in the rear," Denise defended and watched Bucky turn opposite the direction for his and Sam's little house.

"Miss Sarah lives in that direction," Erica said without looking, like she could read Denise's mind.

Something is going on, Denise thought loudly, just in case she could.

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