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void-occupation · 4 months

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I'M NOT DEAD!!!!!!

I have finally returned and have decided to post my most recent fixation for everyone to see. (I've been through this song and dance before but now everyone gets to see it). Also, it's not angst related?????? Who am I and what have I done with the real Void-

Optimus Prime has to repeatedly be told that he cannot in fact adopt every animal that happens to cross his path, and he has brought back everything from boxes of cats, to a stray dog, to a whole ass mountain lion on one particularly memorable occasion. HOWEVER, there is one animal he absolutely refuses to take home, and even attempts to avoid contact with at all costs. This giant alien robot who has fought in a continuous war for thousands of years will place more trust in Unicron himself (who he has literally almost died fighting) then he will in a goat. Specifically the screaming variety. The humans and most of team Prime had never seen Optimus get truly freaked out by anything - that is until he stepped into the base one day and promptly froze on the spot.

A recent sandstorm had destroyed someone's fence and a few of their goats got out. Bumblebee - taking after his sire obviously - saw the animal wandering around the desert and decided to take it back to base until the kids could find out where it lived. Optimus, who was just returning from his patrol, did not expect to return and find that the literal spawn of satan had invaded his home, and therefore was not ready to confront this secret phobia of his (especially not in front of his friends and family). So,,,, he walks in and just,,, stops. Doesn't even blink. Ratchet hasn't seen his optics this wide since he was Orion Pax. The worst part? This fucking goat is just staring him down. No mercy. Optimus can practically feel the pure malice this thing radiates as he tries to remember how to vent.

No one understands what kind of staring contest Optimus and this goat are having, but you could practically cut the tension between them with a knife. Suddenly, this goat just fucking s c r e a m s and Optimus promptly loses his damn mind. He lets out the highest pitch screech he has made in his centuries-long-life, and trips over himself in his haste to get away from this nightmare spawn standing before him.

Long story short, even after watching it happen, no one knows how Optimus scrambled up into the rafters, but he is now refusing to come down until the goat is gone, and is keeping an arm-cannon aimed at it at all times. Yes, he hears at least half of the bases occupants laughing their asses off at him, and yes, he hears Miko practically crying through her laughter, but Primus damn it he is not coming down until that thing is gone, Bumblebee so help me-

Eventually, the goat is removed from the base, and Optimus finally makes his way back to solid ground. His faceplace is practically glowing blue with his embarrassment, and he won't make eye contact with anyone for at least the next two hours, but now that the goat is gone, he's fine. He has to live with the jokes about it from everyone there for the rest of his life, but no matter how much they pester him about it, he refuses to divulge the story about the origin of his incurable fear of goats. He plans to take that story with him to the all spark (He eventually tells Ratchet and Bumblebee, the former of which promises never to tell another soul, the latter attempts to do the same, but accidentally tells Raf, who accidentally tells Miko, who purposefully ensures that everyone else knows by the end of the week. (Optimus isn't too mad, the story is actually quite funny as long as he is not within 3 miles of a goat at any point in the telling of the story.))

#optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #transformers prime #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #ratchet #tfp ratchet #miko nakadai #tw goat #as a former owner of a goat #I can confirm that they are the spawn of satan #I loved Molly #but I also wished I'd let her previous owners eat her #definitely ooc optimus prime #but that's okay #everyone is scared of something #it just so happens that the giant ass leader of the autobots is terrified of goats

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iamthemain-character · 1 year

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Sankt Milo

platonic! The Crows x reader

gender neutral pronouns (reader is referred to as “you” and the occasional “Y/n”)

TW: show-based, non-canon compliant, 2014-Avengers-Tower-fic-type of writing

a/n: milo is my favorite character. that’s all.

Shadow and Bone Masterlist

You had been absent for almost a week.

Sunday afternoon, you simply disappeared from the club and hadn’t returned since. The only reason the Crows hadn’t completely panicked yet was because you had left notes for all of them saying you had to leave but you would return (each with a special indication that you did not write this as you were being kidnapped). Nonetheless, The Crow Club felt emptier without you, and each member missed you terribly.

It was storming late that Friday, and after closing the club post-another successful night, all 6 crows were gathered around a table, enjoying a drink together. With a clap of thunder the group heard the back door slam open, then shut again. Everyone drew their weapons, hearing heavy footsteps slosh their way across the wooden floors. A figure, cloaked in shadow, stopped in the entryway from the storage rooms, and everyone waited with baited breath to strike.

With a flash of lightning, the figure’s shadows were cast aside, revealing you. A very drenched and bedraggled you, but you nonetheless.

“Y/n!” 5 voices cried out.

“Milo!” Jesper’s voice carried over the others, for even more astonishing than your return was the furry, black and white animal you carried in your arms.

The Zemeni man quickly crossed the room, but not without Nina, Inej, and Wylan on his heels. The latter three took your hands, throwing a dry blanket over your shoulders and Jesper carefully took the goat from your arms, pressing kisses to it’s head over and over.

“Oh Milo, I have thought of you every day.”

The group helped you sit down at the table, bringing more towels and blankets, and Kaz pouring you a strong drink. But despite your shivering, you couldn’t help the smile that cracked across your face as you watched your friend reunited with his emotional support goat old friend.

Wylan turned to you, an incredulous look on his face. “That’s Milo?”

Nina and Matthias had matching confused expressions on their faces, but it was Nina who spoke up. “So did you disappear without a trace for the goat or was that just a happy accident? Also why is Jesper in love with a goat?”

With a laugh, some help from Inej, and some quips from Kaz, you told the newer Crows of the treacherous and disastrous journey the group had taken through The Fold and how Jesper had formed a trauma-bond with this particular goat.

Jesper came back to your table, Milo still clutched in his arms, just as you were explaining yourself.

“Jesper was so sad to say goodbye to Milo, and I just wanted to get him back. But I didn’t want to tell you guys that’s what I was doing in case I wasn’t successful. But thankfully that sweet barmaid had sent him to her father’s farm, and I was able to buy him back.”

“Please tell me you didn’t spend too much for that goat.” Kaz’s voice cut, head turned with his classic look of disapproval.

No longer able to be scared by Dirtyhands, you waved him off. “No price is too much for our little Milo.” With a smirk you turned back to the club owner, “Perhaps we should rename this place The Goat Club?”

The table roared with laughter at the pure look of disgust upon Kaz’s face at your simple suggestion. Inej reached across and scratched Milo’s chin, a smile upon her face. “That’s not so bad, after all, Milo is like our own little Saint.”

Nina clasped her hands together, delighted at the Suli girl’s suggestion. “Sankt Milo! Oh how perfect. I am all for the changing of the name.”

Kaz’s voice broke through the laughter. “We are not changing the name, and we are not keeping it.”

Despite what he said, Wylan found himself grateful for Jesper’s arms around him as they fell asleep, because otherwise the former feared he would have fallen of the edge of the bed. Somehow, one small goat seemed to take up half the bed.

And even though Kaz swore that the goat would be sold in the morning, everyone turned a blind eye when he placed a plate of waffles down for Milo in the morning.

That was, everyone turned a blind eye until Nina realized they were her waffles.

#shadow and bone #season 2 shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #the crows #six of crows #the crow club #sankt milo #milo the goat #jesper fahey x reader #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa x reader #wylan van eck x reader #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar x reader #the crows x reader

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that-one-depressed-author · 6 months

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I can’t really believe that I’m posting this at…

*checks time*

1:47 AM!

But, I’m tired of being silent and now have the motivation and energy to come forward!

I’m here to share my experience with Melody (yanderelmk)!

Let it be known that I could not write, draw, or even look at myself in the mirror after this happened for a good month!

Hello, everyone! Those of you from the Yandere!LMK Discord Server may remember me as Goat! In this post, I will be discussing my experience with the server and its owner, Melody. I want to go ahead and tell you all to not bother Melody or her blog, instead, go straight for the block button. This post is just meant to be a cautionary tale and hopefully provide insight and validation to those she is near or has hurt.

Here's a bit of context to the events leading up to my ban from Melody’s server. I had been stalking Melody’s blog for a little bit before I joined the server, and when I saw the Shauna situation, I felt like I needed to respond. I also have extreme bipolar disorder and ADHD, and even I didn't respond the way Shauna did. So, after making an anon emoji combination for Melody’s blog, I joined the server.

When I joined, I was a social anxiety-ridden mess, but I was welcomed with open arms. My own trauma from past friend groups clouded the already well-hidden red flags. Looking back, I noticed some things.

I noticed that when I first joined the server, everything I sent (drawings, writings, character-inspired makeup, etc.) was showered with love and praise. But the longer I was there, it slowed to a stop. Meanwhile, everyone who was close to Melody and in her inner circle got most of the attention and praise. I may be petty, but I am not jealous.

I noticed that Melody did little to talk about people causing problems and simply watched from the side. When someone was saying that their character would unalive mine because I shipped mine with the same character, Melody said nothing to stop it in the channel. But, later during a private call, she admitted she was watching it happen and didn't know whether or not to step in. As the server owner, she and her moderators should try and keep the peace when she sees something wrong.

And finally, I noticed that Melody had a bad habit of bringing up things that happened somewhere else where they didn't need to be brought up. Which leads me to my next topic: the events leading up to and the reason for my ban.

A little while before my ban, someone (I don’t remember who) had sent some Twitter fan art of the LMK characters as FNAF animatronics. And we all reacted positively, a few of us including myself talking about making it an AU.

So, Melody hosted a role play. I had used one of my OCs for this little role play, mainly her human design. We went for a few hours and when we had to stop, it was six in the morning.

Now, I had not slept for the past two days and was ready to pass out on my couch after a few after-role-play messages. I believe we had started talking about what our OCs would be like in a FNAF!AU and I had brought up one of my ocs whom I made with a group of friends and was the embodiment of lust.

Someone had mentioned and compared my OC to Asmodeus, the biblical king of lust. In my delirious, sleep-deprived state, I had incorrectly worded my message. I had said that I would say Asmodeus was a former sin of lust and my OC was the current one.

This was not what I had meant, I had meant using the name Asmodeus as a reference, not the actual biblical figure. And even then, I would have shortened it to make it even more of a reference. (ex: Ozzie, Azzy, Moudes, etc.) But, for some unknown reason to me, Melody had an issue with this.

She started an argument with me about how Asmodeus was from Christian religion and that it was offensive to Buddhism or something. I’m gonna be honest, the details are a bit fuzzy. In an effort to make me look like the bad guy, she brought up another set of OCs me and my friend group had made that were based around the Ten Commandments. (Also, I didn’t even use the biblical Ten Commandments because those are paragraphs, I used the ones from the Seven Deadly Sins anime!) These OCs were mentioned in that same private call outside the server!

Melody, being more awake than me, sent several messages in quick succession, not allowing me to get a word in or get my thoughts together. And as always, the person who could get more of a word in wins. Me, being half awake and ready to fall asleep, told Melody I was going to bed and would continue to talk about this later because I was tired and didn’t feel like arguing with her.

I woke up at around five in the afternoon and decided to go into the server and apologize for how I acted and let Melody know I was ready to talk. Only to find the server missing from the list.

Confused, I went to check Melody’s Tumblr blog to see if something happened or if I was banned by mistake. Instead, I found that Melody had made a post about banning me over a picrew I had made.

I will admit, the picrew was BDSM themed and it did include Nezha. But, I was not the first person to send it nor was I the only one who participated. Melody herself participated with one of her OC and Macaque. I will also admit that I forgot to spoil the picrew I made due to being tired.

However, I am not here to get into the ‘NeZhA iS tWeLvE’ debate. I'm here to share what I experienced with Melody and her server.

Here's what could've been done instead of straight-up banning me: talking to me about the image and asking me to spoil or delete it! I was given no warning of my ban, only waking up to it and seeing the post about it! She had made no effort to message me or inform me!

Alright, now that you have all of the info and my side of the story, time for a little analysis. I am a major psychology lover due to my own mental problems and I adore learning about the human mind.

Melody’s two nicknames in her server are ‘Queen’ and ‘Mother’. She is not either of these things.

A queen looks after her subjects, a mother looks after her children. Melody, on the surface, appears to look after the people in her server. But as someone who's seen beneath that surface and experienced people like this long before I met her, she is anything but.

Melody invites people into her server, welcomes them, and smothers them with affection. Then, when they aren't so new anymore, she winds to a stop and focuses on the people in her inner circle.

Melody watches over above, looking at everything and everyone in her server with the eye of a hawk. Waiting and biding her time for them to give her a reason.

Then, when she gains that person’s trust, makes them let down their walls around her, she sees them do something she doesn't like, and she finally has her reason. She strikes.

She removes them from the safe environment she builds around them and feeds them to the wolves. She takes mentally unwell people and puts them in an unsafe environment where they can be harmed.

She wounds them so they aren't thinking straight and baits them to lash out with posts on her Tumblr blog so she can paint herself as the victim. And once they do lash out, she links the places where people can attack them in the form of a ‘call-out’.

Have you noticed the fact that everyone Melody bans and posts about, deletes their blog? Now, I am not excusing these people's actions. But, no one should be put in an unsafe environment where they can be harassed and threatened.

In fact, I’m sure I would’ve been in a similar situation had I not gotten a hold of a close friend of mine. She comforted me, calmed me down, and distracted me from Melody. Her support and love allowed me to be the bigger person and not respond, blocking Melody and removing the problem.

But, I’m stubborn and tired of being the bigger person.

Melody is a manipulator and an abuser.

Let my story be a cautionary tale on these kinds of people. And, don’t harass Melody over this. If you do, you’re no better than her. Instead, go straight for the block button.

#call out post #yanderelmk #Melody is a horrible person and I hope others can see that now

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bedrock-to-buildheight · 6 months

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you got good ass takes on minos and sisyphus hows The Lady and the Tiger by tmbg as a those two guys type of song ? I need peer review on my song associations lol. also do you have any songs you associate with any ultrakill characters ?

It's a very interesting and spicy song for those two, cause in this song, Minos' opinions is represented by the tiger, the more dangerous choice. I like it!

As for my songs for the blorbos, OH BOI YOU UNLOCKED AN UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE

Below is a bunch of songs and who they're for. Some even has explanation

Gabriel

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller - damn near a gabv1el anthem. A homoerotic AND homicidal lovesong. Literally the third line is 'I'm an idiot for thinking this was anything but blood'

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos - Gabriel to the Council

Kaiserion by Ghost - same vibe as above, with more anti-christianity vibes

Bitter Water by The Old Hellos - Minos/Gabe, in an anticipatory grief, doomed yaoi kind of way

Would That I by Hozier - highly specific Gabv1el with Minos/Gabe former relationship

Stars from Les Mis (Phillip Quast version)

The Plague by the mountain goats - imo V1 was never made to give much of a shit aboyt humans. It's almost vindictively happy at seeing humanity's hubris catching up to them at last

The Toy Soldier's Song by The Mechanisms (Gunpowder Tim vs The Moon Kaiser) - loyalty is a lot to ask of a weapon, the song

Want You Gone from Portal 2 and Still Alive from Portal

Cry for Judas by the mountain goats - 'But I am just a broken machine, and I do things that I don't really mean'

A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers - Gabriel/V2. The story of guard dogs who had bad owners

Minos

Sisyphus

Cirice by Ghost - Minos/Gabe that started out as Minos manipulating Gabe into siding with him a la Drowning Man (fic)

The Music of The Night from The Phantom of The Opera - slow, powerful and seductive. If charisma itself is a song

Ferryman by Shayfer James - despite the name, this is a Minos song. There's a certain indifference to shitty lovers and the insignificance of individual humans that fits him well

Run to You by Pentatonix - Minos/Sisyphus post-Prime. The specific amv scene I have in mind is 'Minos finds him bleeding out after fighting V1 and they share a few moments. Sisyphus realizes that maybe, he did regret one thing'

For the Departed by Shayfer James- Minos/Sisyphus, depicting their final moments before Gabriel arrives in Greed

Villainous Thing by Shayfer James - Sisyphus to Gabriel. An understanding between people who care about Doing Right, but hold too much anger to take the respectable route. Plus a bit of flirting <3

Ferryman

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives - Ferrygabe resentment song <33 They fucking hate what he made them into

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience - self explanatory

Others

Body by Mother Mother - self explanatory 2. That one piece of unadded ferryman lore hakita dropped is the gift that keeps on giving

Cupid by Fifty Fifty - lmao

Bury My Mother Pale and Slight by Amalgemotion - Virtues song. The chorus is directly calling to Gabriel as 'the knight' who will bring them freedom. I like to think that 'the king' mentioned here is God

For Narmer from Warframe- Sisyphean Insurrectionists

Like The Dawn by The Oh Hellos- Hell/Lucifer

Nothing Changes from Hadestown - The Council

Living in The Light by Ridiculon - The Council

#ask bedrock #if I get fucking read and roasted for my music taste it's nice know y'all o7

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hollybee8917 · 2 months

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Crabapple Harvest

Well, it's finally here! Thank you all for your patience and a special thank you to @joannaliceevans-fanficblog for proofing this for me!

Plot: Steve and Bucky try their hand at farming after all the fighting.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3382

“What’s on your mind, Steve? You’ve been pretty quiet lately.” Bucky Barnes stirred the milk into his coffee.

At the table, his husband, Steve Barnes, formerly Steve Rogers, looked up, “I just have been thinking about retiring. I want a life. This whole ordeal with Thanos made me realize how I just want to stop. I mean, I have been fighting for so long…”

Bucky smiled, “It’s time to stop. I want to retire too. But I don’t know if I want to stay in the city.”

Steve scoffed, “Me neither. I kind of want to leave the city and go off the grid. But enough about my desires. I would love to know what you have been up to the last three months.”

His husband downed the rest of his coffee, “Hey, you wanna take a ride? Maybe we could look at possibly moving out of here.”

Steve rose and Bucky grabbed his keys, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Bucky had been driving about an hour and a half when he turned off the highway and down a small country road. Steve knitted his brows together, “Where are you going?”

A smirk twitched on Bucky’s lips, “You’ll see.”

He made two left turns and a right before he reached a small driveway on the left. A white fence ran down either side of the long driveway. A sold sign was posted next to the mailbox. As they passed the pastures and parked in front of the old white farmhouse, Steve looked at Bucky, “Buck, why are we here? Whose farmhouse is this?”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, about that. I bought it and closed it a month ago. I’ve been looking at farms for the last three months. I wanted to surprise you. Surprise…”

“Really? A farm?”

“What? I like the quiet. Anyway, I’ve been coming up here to do some upkeep on the house. I wanted to bring you up here so you could see it.”

Sighing, Steve looked up at Bucky, “Why would you buy a farm without talking to me first? I thought we were over the secrets and lies.”

Bucky shook his head, “I may have hidden it from you but with good intentions. Come on, just give the old place a try. You may love it here.”

“Fine,” Steve stepped out of the car and surveyed the farmhouse, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

With a sigh, Bucky waved him forward, “Come on in.”

The couple entered the home and Steve was stunned. The entrance was small but modest. Straight ahead was den. To the left was a dining room and to the right was a bright living room. Off of the living room was the comfortable country kitchen. Attached to the kitchen was a small breakfast area with doors on two sides and windows on the third. Steve wandered around the house and found the library, the stairs to the second floor and the master bedroom and bath. He also discovered a further three bedrooms and three baths. Steve smiled to himself. Bucky did good. This place is incredible.

The super soldier found his way to the back yard where he found a guest house and three barns. A series of pastures surrounded the house. Steve wrinkled his nose, “What the hell is that smell?”

“Cows.”

Steve turned to find Bucky standing behind him and the blonde cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry. What?”

A sly smile crossed the brunette’s face, “Cows. They came with the property. The former owners died and the kids wanted to sell everything including the cows and horses. I think there are some chickens here too. All of the livestock was included in the cost of the house.”

“B-but,” Steve stammered, “Neither of us knows anything about keeping livestock. Hell, neither of us has ever had a dog, much less livestock.”

Bucky feigned hurt, “I had goats.”

“Yeah, in Wakanda but you didn’t really raise them. They were village goats.”

Again, Bucky feigned hurt, “I see how it is. You’re just jealous that the goats liked me better. Anyway, I’m pretty sure there are a couple of tractors in that big barn. I don’t know if they run or not. I just know the kids sold the entire property and only cleared out the house. I think someone from the neighboring farms has been taking care of the animals. Wanna go check out the guest house?”

“Sure.”

As the husbands entered the little guesthouse, Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand, “Come here.”

Bucky stepped toward Steve, “What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Steve pulled Bucky toward him. The former Captain America pressed his lips against the former Winter Soldier’s mouth. Reflexively, Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed and he sunk into the kiss with a small moan.

Steve smiled through the kiss and pulled slightly back. Ha spoke softly, “Thank you for this new adventure.”

Bucky matched his energy, “You’re welcome.”

The couple wandered around the empty guesthouse plotting what rooms would be furnished first. Inside the small building were two bedrooms, two bathrooms a comfortable open living room and dining room with a small kitchen. “What if,” Steve paused, “we paint the rooms?”

Bucky snorted, “What’s wrong with the current colors? I like them.”

“Well nothing,” said Steve, “but it would make this place our own.”

His husband nodded in agreement, “That’s a valid want, Steve, but we can make it our own by arranging our furniture and some new stuff here. We don’t need to paint unless you absolutely hate the current colors.”

For a moment, Steve considered his surroundings. Then he replied, “I think the houses are perfect the way they are. You’re right. It will just take some decorating to make it our home.”

“See? I told you. You just need to listen, Punk.”

Steve scoffed, “Jerk.”

“You love me, though.”

“I really do. Now, you said something about horses.”

Bucky smiled, “They’re in that paddock. C’mon.”

A low laugh escaped Steve’s lips and Bucky’s face fell, “What?”

“Oh,” replied Steve, “you sound like a farmer already. Do you know how many horses there are?”

Bucky scratched his jaw, “I think five.”

Steve let his eyes wander towards the field. In the paddock, he saw three horses further away and two closer to him. How do I tell Bucky that I don’t know how to care for these animals?

Barnes could see the confusion and conflict is Steve’s eyes. Putting his hand on Steve’s shoulder, he stepped closer, “Hey. I know this is new. I’ve never cared for farm animals either. We can learn this together.”

“Hey, you see that?”

“See what?,” asked Bucky as he looked in the direction of Steve’s gaze, “I don’t see anything but trees.”

This time Steve walked away silently instead of responding. Bucky’s guard rose and he reached for the knife in his pocket. He followed Steve step by step through the tall grass.

An audible gasp escaped the blonde’s lips, “It can’t be. It is! Bucky! Look!”

With a shrug, Bucky answered, “It’s a bunch of trees, Steve.”

The former superhero adamantly shook his head, “No. Look up at them, Buck. They’re apple trees. We have an apple orchard. Do you know what this means?”

Still not feeling the excitement, Bucky tilted his head, “It means we have apples.”

Steve cocked a smile, “It means that we can make extra money or we can open the orchard or the public for picking during the season.”

Both men made their way to the trees. Upon reaching the orchard, Steve counted the trees to himself then exclaimed, “We have about forty apple trees! Bucky, this is amazing!”

He reached up to one of the limbs and plucked a fruit from it completely missing the look on Bucky’s face. Biting into the apple, Steve sputtered and spat it back out, “That’s disgusting.”

A sly smile fluttered across his husband’s face, “Those are crabapples, Steve.”

“What?”

Bucky repeated himself, “Those are crabapples. They are not meant for eating by themselves. People usually cook them.”

“Then why did you let me eat one if you knew they weren’t for eating?”

“Because I did that three days ago and it’s funny.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“Punk.”

Low music filled the apartment as Bucky and Steve loaded up boxes with their meager belongings.

“Don’t forget to wrap up that picture frame, Steve.”

The blonde shot his husband an annoyed glare, “I know, James.”

Bucky threw a piece of bubble wrap at Steve and stuck out his tongue, “You know how I feel about being called James.”

“You know how feel about being told what to do.” Steve bit back, matching Bucky’s energy, “You know this would go much faster if you helped me.”

The former assassin shook his head, “Can’t, pal. I’m a bit busy wrapping up these dishes.”

He looked around the room, “Ya know, Stevie? I don’t think we have enough furniture. I mean, we only have one bedroom suite, a dining room table, a sofa, a coffee table and a tv stand with a tv. That covers three rooms. We may need to buy more.”

Steve looked around the room, “Yeah, I think you’re right, Buck. Where would we get furniture, though?”

“Oh, I’m sure there are furniture stores near the farm.”

Rogers scratched the back of his neck, “What do you say we load some of this stuff and then head to the farm?”

Bucky placed a wrapped bowl in the box, “Sure. After we unload the boxes, we can go to the furniture store and see what we like.”

A smile crossed his husband’s face and Steve picked up a box then headed out the door. Bucky picked up the tape gun and ran it over the top. He moved it over by the front door so that Steve could take it down to their SUV. Sitting back on his knees, Bucky sighed as he looked about the bare room.

As Steve held the paint roller and moved it back and forth on the barn door, he felt something brush his leg. He ignored it at first then the thing began to climb. Steve screamed, dropped the paint roller and looked down to find a calico kitten clinging to his pant leg.

Bucky came flying onto the back porch with a gun in hand, “What is it?”

Steve reached down and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of its neck. He held the meowing kitten up, “So you know that barn cat we have? Apparently it had kittens.”

Bucky lowered the gun, “Oh yeah. I found those guys yesterday.”

Steve made a face, “Seriously, Buck? How many are there?”

“I counted five.”

Bucky’s husband looked around his feet, “Well, damn. I was going to suggest we get a dog but I don’t know if we can now. Where are they hiding?”

The former assassin replied, “I think they are living in the barn or in the garden shed. This one is pretty cute.”

He stroked the kitten who was now lying in Steve’s arms, “They would be good mousers. You remember the old Hungarian man who had the laundromat down on Joralemon Street? What was his name?”

Steve chuckled, “Mr. Szilágy. He had a twenty-two year old twin granddaughters name Csilla and Szonja.”

Bucky tilted his head, “Do you remember the cat he had at the Laundromat? It was a mean cat.”

A laugh erupted from Steve, “Yeah it was. You know, I always wonder what happened to that laundromat. I imagine it’s gone now. You think the twins ever got married?”

The brunette shrugged, “Maybe. I remember that Szonja had a thing for you.”

“Csilla,” Steve corrected his husband, “It was Csilla. I think Szonja had another guy interested in her. But back to the topic at hand, what are we going to do with the cats?”

His husband sighed, “I mean, I kind of want to keep them. We just have to catch them and get them fixed.”

“WHY WON’T YOU START?!!”

Bucky chuckled, “You okay there, Stevie?”

Steve looked down at his husband, “No! The stupid tractor won’t fucking start.”

“Hop down. Let me give it a try.”

Steve got off the tractor and Bucky climbed up into the seat. With deft fingers, the man turned the key, hit the throttle and pumped the gas pedal. Instantly, the tractor purred to life.

Throwing his hands in the air, Steve shot Bucky a glare, “I hate you. Fuck this. I’m done. HOW are you better at everything?”

Then Steve stormed out of the barn. As he made his way to the house, he started to tug at his shirt. What am I doing?

He opened the door only to find a basket of eggs on the kitchen counter. These must be from the chickens. Damn, I forget to get those? I must have. Why can’t I seem to get the hang of farm life?

Sitting down at the kitchen table he and Bucky had bought together, Steve pulled his boots off and leaned on the table. The chair next to him squeaked and the former Captain America raised his head. Bucky was sitting next to him, “You okay, Punk?”

“Not really. I just feel like I can’t do this.”

Bucky leaned back on his chair, “Hey, hey, take a breath. You’re doing fine, Steve. You are picking this up faster than you think you are. This is new for me too. We’ve only been here three weeks. We’ll be old hands at this soon. Just give it time.”

The former Winter Soldier brushed his finger against his husband’s cheek and leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. Steve smiled, “Thanks, Buck. I feel a little better now.”

“Good.”

Steve shrugged the rainwater off his jacket as he slipped his shoes from his feet. In his arms he held a box of puppies. He was excited about them. These puppies will make a great addition to the farm.

The super soldier placed the box of three pups on the ground of the mudroom before taking his jacket off. Little yips from the puppies made Steve pick the box. He made his way to the back of the house where Bucky sat on the sun porch. As he approached, Steve called out, “Hey, Buck, I’m back.”

Bucky looked up from his laptop, “Hey, Stevie.”

His mouth twitched in an unamused movement, “Steve, What. Are. Those?”

The blond looked down, “Oh, I found some German Shepherd puppies. Aren’t they cute?”

Taking a deep breath, Bucky braced himself for his next words, “Steve, those are not German Shepherds.”

“What?”

“Steve, those are Wolf pups.”

The former superhero shook his head, “They can’t be. We don’t have wolves around here.”

Bucky shrugged, “I don’t know what to tell you, Stevie. Those are definitely not German shepherds. You’ve been to Germany and you know what those dogs look like. How do you even imagine that those are German Shepherd puppies?”

Steve looked down at the box in his hands then back to Bucky, “Well, what do we do with them?”

“They’re wolves, Steve. We shoot them. We don’t want them getting after our animals.”

Steve huffed, “You were in Wakanda for like a month where they named you White wolf and you suddenly know everything about animals?”

“No, just wolves,” Bucky replied with a smirk, “and it was three years not a month.”

A sad sniff from Steve made Bucky pause then he sighed, “Steve, I know that you don’t want to kill the wolves. I don’t either but the only other option is to take them to a wildlife rescue.”

“Do we have to?”

Bucky nodded, “They’re wild animals, Steve. They don’t belong here.”

Finally understanding, Steve sighed, “I know. Do you know of any rescues around here?”

“No, but I can look. In the meantime, they can be put in the mudroom.”

Steve could do nothing but smile.

Bucky wiped his brow then pulled the chain link closed against the post. Taking the nail gun, he pressed it against the pose and fired the staples into the post to keep the chain link in place. It had been four weeks since Steve had found the wolf pups and they were too big for the house. For the moment, they were in a room in one of the barns, away from the chickens. They had already tried to dig into the coop causing Bucky to yell at them and shoo them away.

He hadn’t told Steve that he was building such a large enclosure. Bucky had noticed how attached Steve was getting to the wolf pups. In all honesty, Bucky was getting attached to them too but he knew they were wild animals and illegal to own privately in the United States. That’s why Bucky had been dragging his feet on calling giving them to the rescue. Instead, they had gotten a license to be rehabilitators. He was waiting on Steve to make the move to turn them over. It had to be done soon before they got too big.

Bucky’s phone rang and he stopped, “Hey Stevie.”

“Bucky, you need to get to the house now!”

“What’s going on?”

Steve’s voice broke, “The DEC is here about the pups.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Three minutes later, Bucky walked up to the house to find Steve standing toe to toe with a DEC officer. The mayor of the little town stood behind him, smirking. Bucky stood behind his husband, “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer addressed him, “We got report of illegal wolf puppies on this property.”

Bucky shook his head, “I don’t know what you were told but we don’t have any illegal wolf pups here.”

With a scoff, the man replied, “We need to search your property.”

A gun materialized into Bucky’s hand out of nowhere, “Not without a warrant.”

Both men backed up and Bucky snarled, “You wanna search here, you can come back with a warrant. In the meantime, I suggest answering your phone.”

On cue, the DEC officer’s phone began to ring and he answered it, “Hello? Yes, this is him. What? When? They have a permit? That’s not- Yes sir. Yes sir. I understand sir. Yes sir. I’ll be there.”

He hung up the phone and looked sheepishly at the two men, “Well, I guess there’s no reason for me to be here. Have a nice day, gentlemen.”

Then he walked toward his truck, leaving the fat mayor sputtering, “What? Wha-? How?”

Bucky smirked and motioned to the vehicles, “I think you should be getting a phone call as well. Good luck.”

The fat old mayor turned around and stormed off without a word. From where he stood, Steve was confused, “Who just called that officer? What was said?”

His husband shrugged, “I called in a favor from the higherups while I was making my way to you. They shouldn’t bother us anymore. Come on, I have something to show you.”

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Steve sat on the front porch of the old farmhouse, a glass of lemonade in his hand. From the distance, he heard the howls of the wolves. The cool crisp fall air made him shiver. The whinnies of the horses made him smile. He and Bucky had been living here for a few months and things were going well.

He saw Bucky pull up in the old farm truck. Bucky slammed the door, “Hey, Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you still want kids?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean, yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re both men. We can’t have kids unless we do surrogacy or adopt.”

“I know. About that,” Bucky opened the truck door and pulled out a folder. Handing it to his husband, he scratched the back of his neck, “I did a little digging on surrogacy and I think that would be our best bet. What do you say?”

“You’re really okay with this? I mean, being a parent is going to be hard. Especially for two men who’ve seen as much war as we have.”

Bucky looked his husband in the eyes, “I’m more than okay with this. Let’s have a kid.”

A grin spread across Steve’s face, “Let’s have a kid.”

#marvel #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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laurasanchez36 · 2 months

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Charrofoxie Fox My NEW MSA X Poppy Playtime OC

Full Name: Charrofoxie Fox

Nickname: Mr Charrofoxie Fox, the little Charrofoxie Fox, Charming love (by his girlfriend, Kindness Kittycat)

Short name: Charrofoxie Fox

Gender: Male

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Age: 6

Blood Type: C

Scent: Orange Fruit

Occupation:

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

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Favourite Food:

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal: N/A

Family Members Relatives: Bravefoxie Fox (his brother)

Other Family Members Relatives:

Species: Toy Fox

Friends: Bobby BearHug, Bubba Bubbaphant, CraftyCorn, DogDay, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken and PickyPiggy, Cheerful Unicat, Lonely-Sad Goat, Storyteller Owl, Blushing Sheep, Sheepynap, Kindness Kittycat (his Girlfriend), Daydreaming Pegasus, Me/Laura (his favourite owner's toy), Sardonyx the Poltercat, Sarah/You, Samantha the Polter Dog/Kitsune, Sapphire the Dog/Kitsune,

Enemies: Catnap, Midnighty-Bat, Black Charro-Crow (his former friend) and The Prototype

Alignment: Good

Personality: Friendly, Heroic, Playful, Kind, Adventurous, Cheerful, Brave, Strong and Handsome

Likes: Kindness Kittycat's sings was wonderful, The Smiling Critters, his brother,

Dislikes: The Poppy Gas, his friends gets danger,

Hobby: Playing with guitar, Playing, Singing, Dancing

Goals: To survived from catnap's poppy gas and to defeat Catnap, Midnighty-Bat and Black Charro-Crow (Both Succeeded)

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour: Light Orange-Red

Eyes Colour: White (in the past)

Hair Colour: Light Orange-Red

Clothes: Charro Outfit

Shoes: Charro Shoes

Accessories: Charro Hat, Bow tie and Necklace with Rose

Hair Styles:

Mustache Styles: N/A

Beard Styles: N/A

Nationality:

Sexuality:

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#my new msa x poppy playtime oc #msa x poppy playtime #msa au crossover #msa au #charrofoxie fox my new msa x poppy playtime oc

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twentydaysofdrabbles · 9 months

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The Concierge Goes Tracking - Pounce (Part 18)

You don’t miss the number of familiar faces dotting the streets as you make your way over to a stout apartment complex, box of pie in hand. Women sitting at an al fresco cafe, coffees in hand. Men jogging along the street. All of them look at you, then look away just as quickly.

A small downturn of your brows is the only indication that you found any of it out of place. It seemed as though they were waiting for something. What exactly, you can only guess.

Tap tap tap go the heels of your shoes as you move from pavement, to stone, to tile. The sound echoes in the stairwell, then the hallway, until you finally come to a stop in front of a plain apartment door. There, you pause. Long enough that you can focus on the soft breathing on the other side of the door, on the soft scent of pie crust and freshly cut grass. She’s here.

Knock knock.

Nothing. Not even the skip of a breath, a slightest shuffle of feet.

You try again. Knock knock.

“Who’s there?” comes a soft, firm voice. Entirely human sounding.

You hate that you have been acquaintances with Sans long enough that the first thing that comes to mind is a knock knock joke.

“Howl.” Well, technically it isn’t far from what you’ve been doing the whole afternoon.

“...howl who?” Oh goodness, she sounds so perplexed yet curious. Is this how you sound when you react to Sans’ puns?

Well, nothing for it. “Howl you know if you don’t open the door?”

A soft snort, a stifled giggle, and finally the soft shuffle of feet. The deadlock to the door opens, along with a whole host of locks. When the door finally swings open, you have to look up and up to meet the former Queen’s dark eyes. Only slightly shorter than King Asgore, if you had to guess, with small horns, long ears, and luxurious white fur. Her broad shoulders fill the frame, her plain green dress doing nothing to hide her build.

But she...

You take her in without a shift of your eyes. She looks haggard, the fur around her neck ruffled and flattened, as though she had smoothed her fur over the skin, as if there were a missing patch. The way she holds an arm tells you that her bicep aches, that she won’t be able to lift it past her ribs. Something happened to her.

The goat monster only shakes her head at you and ushers you in quickly. “That was a terrible joke,” she says with a small smile, closing the door behind you as you step in. But not before she casts a glance at the hallway behind you - empty.

You hate that you gave into the urge to use such a joke, but it did work. Your notes indicated that she was fond of such things, and far be it for you not to use it to your advantage. “Good afternoon, Miss Toriel,” you incline your head, the pie balanced between your hands. “My apologies for interrupting your day.” Then you extend the boxed pie to her, freshly baked and burning against your gloved hands. “Please accept a housewarming gift.”

Toriel looks at you sharply, already backing away with her hands raised in a defensive posture. “I should have known--!” she hisses, fire sparking between her fingers in an intimidating show of magic.

The taste of it is heavy on your tongue, ash building on your taste buds. And yet you do not move, the pie still held before you. “Peace, Miss Toriel.” The intensifying heat in the apartment causes your breaths to linger in your chest. “I come on behalf of those who wish to see you unharmed.”

“Unharmed but captured, is that it?” the former Queen growls.

You don’t blink, you don’t flinch, you don’t move. “No. Unharmed and safe.” Slowly, you open the top of the box and immediately the warm scent of butterscotch fills the air. “I come on behalf of the owner of the Continental Hotel. She wishes to invite you to high tea with her.”

Toriel still looks suspicious, though the heavy taste of ash dies down. “A bribe.”

“An invitation.” Like the pie still held out to her. “A bribe would have been snail pie, but I have it on good authority that I would be hard pressed to find one better than what you can make.” You make sure that your tone is even, with no inflection.

The fur on the back of the former Queen’s shoulders rise. “On whose authority?” She sounds less wary even though she still looks tense. Good.

Without hesitation, you answer, “Mx Frisk.”

White furred hands fly to her snout and she gasps. “Frisk! Oh, my child,” she breathes out shakily into her cupped hands. “Please, is Frisk--is my child safe?”

“Safe and waiting at the Continental, Miss Toriel.” Your head tilts deliberately in a silent question. Why is she so worried if she was the one who left Frisk alone in the first place? You can only think it has to do with the increased activity in this area. Someone has taken an interest in her, but not in Frisk.

It’s almost as if she deflates on the spot, staggering and slowly sinking into the couch. “Oh stars...Frisk...” But she caught your question, eventually looking up from her hands and gesturing you closer. When you do, she takes the pie from your hands and smiles through her tears at the freshly baked pie.

“Please, sit. Did you want some as well?” She heads for the kitchen.

“Certainly,” you say with an incline of your head, sitting primly in the armchair adjacent to the couch from where she had sat. The former Queen bustles in the kitchen for plates and a cake knife and cutlery. Letting you inspect the apartment without scrutiny.

Bare bones, sparsely furnished. Curtains drawn. A lamp here and there to illuminate the room, but no overhead lights. A safehouse perhaps? The former Queen clearly does not want to be found.

“Here,” her paw comes out from your peripheral vision, offering a slice of butterscotch pie and a little fork next to it.

You nod, taking it. “My thanks.”

For a while, there is no sound save for the clinking of cutlery on porcelain, of the soft sounds of eating. You, too, slowly take measured bites of the pie. Not because you dislike the taste, but out of habit. Best not to ingest too much lest you need to exert yourself later.

When the former Queen is finished with her slice, she finally speaks up, her doe-like eyes fixed upon her plate. “Asgore is a fool. More heart than sense,” she bites out, her eyes flaring as she looks up into your impassive face. “I told him to stay out of human politics on that scale, but he never listens to me. And now look where we are, more eyes on us that we can afford.”

Toriel grinds her teeth, the sound louder than even the rattling of her plate as it trembles in her grip. “All I wanted...” Tears fall from eyes squeezed shut. “I just wanted to live in peace...”

You can only listen quietly, your plate cradled on your lap. It is odd. To listen to someone just...pour their heart out to you. In all your years, that has not once happened to you, not even with the Manager who can boast to be the closest to your heart and you to hers.

Feeling endlessly awkward at being unable to say anything, you elect not to, maintaining a polite expression as you listen to her.

And that seems to be enough for Toriel. The goat monster wipes away her tears and sets her plate on the coffee table, sighing heavily. “What did my child say about Asgore, when they asked you to find me?” She looks at you, gaze expectant.

Oddly enough, you find yourself compelled to answer. Interesting. “That he could not be trusted.”

Toriel nods sharply in response. “Gorey--that is, Asgore. He wants me...” She groans, as if she was struggling to force the words out. “Safe. Or as safe as he thinks I can be. I didn’t agree with his version of ‘safety’.” Though she does not gesture to her neck, you can tell what the bare ring of skin indicates.

The King wanted her safe. At all costs.

The former Queen lets her head fall back into her hands with a groan, muttering under her breath, “Fucking Alphys...”

You pretend not to hear it. For a few minutes, you stay quiet, allowing Toriel to gather her thoughts.

“Did Asgore get what he wanted?” She doesn’t lift her head from her hands.

How to answer that question. “No,” you answer evenly, placing your half-eaten plate on the coffee table. “But they are now bound by the rules of the Continental.”

At that, the former Queen stirs. “I thought that might happen,” she breathes out slowly. Finally, she scrubs at her face and sighs. “Then...” Blazing doe-like eyes burn into your dead ones. “Would you kindly escort me to the Continental Hotel, Concierge?” And from a pocket of her dress, she pulls out a gold coin.

Dead eyes flick from hers to the coin, and then back again. A polite smile spreads on your face. “Of course.”

You take the coin.

And all hell breaks loose.

#undertale fics #mafiafell au #mafiafell sans x reader #still a mafiafell sans x reader #mafiafell toriel #where she's actually not a mafia member #that we know of #the concierge #ficlet #drabble

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hriobzagelthewanderer · 10 months

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Four Seasons - A Desk in the Halls

In a warmly, if softly lit room aside from a hallway, in a particular mountain, there laid a desk... though arguably, it was both singular and multiple, in its own way.

The desk was carefully restored to its former glory with polish, magic, and an eye for adding fine details... organized carefully, if still a tad messy in places, with texts, letters, tomes, and research materials all placed side-by-side, all maintained but far from frequently sifted through.

The desk was worn, but carefully maintained - strewn with dozens of notes, books, journals, and tools for careful treatment and restoration of said literature and writings - chaotic to the untrained eye, yet everything had its place within the owner's mind, abstract or untrue as it may otherwise seem, due to the consistent presence of the owner working through it all.

The desk was worn, yet carefully maintained... covered in dozens of stacks of books, papers, and correspondences that at times forced their way to the floor and shelves beyond its reach. Other parts of the halls were less visited perhaps nowadays, but here he maintained his day-job's paper trail meticulously, never letting things fall to the wayside even with his moonlighting position to worry about.

The desk was worn, laid empty save for two things... a picture of a woman with a gentle smile, ribbed fin-like ears, and white hair, alongside a small jeweled clasp, a silver goat with emerald eyes... and a very worn, yet lovingly cleaned stuffed toy goat. Where papers and tomes would normally be, instead were rings of candles that never extinguished, surrounding the picture and mementos, changing the purpose of the furniture from one of studiousness to rememberance.

#ic #four seasons - the aspects of the fae #the fool - mainline #the emperor - fae court of the wanderer #the tower - a sinister fate #the hanged man - of classwork and vigilantism #ic drabbles #halls of krakonos

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ash-and-books · 10 months

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Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb: A disgraced soccer exec reluctantly enlists the help of a retired soccer star in coaching a children’s team in this smalltown love story in the vein of Ted Lasso and It Happened One Summer —from the New York Times bestselling author of The Spanish Love Deception. Adalyn Reyes has spent years perfecting her daily routine: wake up at dawn, drive to the Miami Flames FC offices, try her hardest to leave a mark, go home, and repeat. But her routine is disrupted when a video of her in an altercation with the team’s mascot goes viral. Rather than fire her, the team’s owner—who happens to be her father—sends Adalyn to middle-of-nowhere North Carolina, where she’s tasked with turning around the struggling local soccer team, the Green Warriors, as a way to redeem herself. Her plans crumble upon discovering that the players wear tutus to practice (impractical), keep pet goats (messy), and are terrified of Adalyn (counterproductive), and are nine-year-old kids. To make things worse, also in town is Cameron Caldani, goalkeeping prodigy whose presence is somewhat of a mystery. Cam is the perfect candidate to help Adalyn, but after one very unfortunate first encounter involving a rooster, Cam’s leg, and Adalyn’s bumper, he’s also set on running her out of town. But banishment is not an option for Adalyn. Not again. Helping this ragtag children’s team is her road to redemption, and she is playing the long game. With or without Cam’s help.

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A disgraced soccer exec finds herself being exiled after her scandal to coach a girls soccer team with a retired soccer star who gets on her nerves in this small town romance with a touch of Ted Lasso and It Happened One Summer! Adalyn Reyes was determined to make her dad proud, she’s a former model and daughter of the owner of the Miami Flames soccer team...however after a video of her attacking the mascot goes viral and her father essentially fires her, she finds her entire life turned upside down as she is now exiled to the middle of nowhere North Carolina where her dad tasks her with turning around a local soccer team... the Green Warriors. Yet the moment she drives to her new space she hits a guy with her car and basically runs over his pet chicken all the while crashing and then refusing any help and not giving any apology... and said grumpy neighbor? The current coach of the Green Warriors and a famous retired soccer star, Cameron Caldani. Cameron and Adalyn immediately get off on the wrong foot, they both hate being wrong, refuse to acknowledge that they might be wrong, and get under each other’s skin, yet when they are forced to work together and spend time together, they begin to realize that all the animosity between them might lead to some very real sexual tension. Can they find a way to help their team win while trying to work out their feelings for each other? This one unfortunately fell off the mark for me, I found myself disliking Adalyn and Cameron so much, they were just so insufferable and I really was not rooting for their romance at all. They were giving me Rebekah and Roy from Ted Lasso vibes but without any of the charm of either of the characters. The romance was bland and honestly, I was happy I even finished reading this book. I really wanted to DNF it but just kept reading it until the end and honestly, I just did not have a good time. While this one didn’t work for me if you enjoy romances with two characters who get under each other’s skin and has a soccer team, give this one a go, maybe you’ll have a better time with it than i did!

*Thanks Netgalley and Atria Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #the long game

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beniibene · 2 years

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[ It's a goat man time baby! ]

Please welcome the owner of the most famous nightclub in Vesuvia, Hellfire! and The leader of Capella of The Council of Doom, Lucio!

♦️ The catastrophe of Void; Retribution. Lucio ♦️

♦️ Info : Former Lumunious Team captain who disappeared following the final battle with The Devil has finally returned to the game as one of the most honorable Council of Doom members and the head of Capella. However, when he wasn't attending to his duties, he was typically at his nightclub, Hellfire

♦️ Weapon : Sword of Purgatory and Abyssal Claw (Sword and Demonic Gauntlet)

♦️ Fighting Style : Although Lucio may initially come across as arrogant and careless, his sword skills are phenomenal as a result of many fights in the past. Due to his deadly agility and strength, he can easily take the enemy out in a single blink.

♦️ Statgram Strength : 4/5 Magic : 2/5 Agility : 5/5 Vitality : 1/5 Control : 2/5 Support : 1/5

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iironwreath · 1 year

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Sable [Orla]

A year ago, Orla wouldn’t have been able to walk herself out of town to the farm where Elspeth kept her growing herd of goats, at least not without getting winded or potentially passing out under the sun’s eye. Westruun was cooler than the Verdant Expanse, but the trees from her former home gave shade and the breeze was fresher than the one that passed through alleys and packs of people.

They were trade-offs she’d embrace for freedom and having the good health to make the trip at all, though.

The goats greeted her with soft, downy muzzles mouthing her palms for food or pets. Pigeon the drake joined them, his silver scales pearly, puffing cool air against her arm. Zebulon and Avonlea waved a hello, but remained where they were, peacefully watching and working.

Kevin the pig was outside, too, grazing, his sable fur rusting in the sunlight—but with him was a third person, a half-orc crouched to his level. Their hair drew her eye; it was a deep red that made it look blood-soaked, dripping in an undercut over one side of their head. They were dressed casually in dark, comfortable pants and white shirt with a grey vest sewn with orange trim. The sleeves ended at their elbow; the exposed skin was lined with muscle and what looked like faded burn scars.

They were oblivious to Orla’s arrival, grinning as they pet Kevin with firm, decided scritches. Their mouth was asymmetrical with a tusk absent on the left side. Orla approached, smiling.

“Hi,” she said sunnily. “Are you Cadiana? I’ve seen you in passing around Brambleview.”

The half-orc glanced up, their smile fading. “Yes.” Her eyes, an overcast blue-grey, squinted—not menacingly, but thoughtfully. “Elspeth spoke about you, but I’ve forgotten your name, I’m sorry.”

“It’s Orla. It’s nice to meet you proper and put a face to Kevin’s owner.”

Cadiana stood, one knee smudged with dirt. Had Orla not lived alongside goliaths for the last year, she might’ve been startled by the height that unfurled before her—Cadiana was tall by half-orc standards, or so she guessed. She had learned through exposure that Krusk was a bit of an exception by being nearly goliath sized. He was larger than Cady in height and width—Cadiana had broad shoulders but was built from leaner muscle save for thighs that looked well acquainted with horseback riding.

Orla reeled her gaze up from her legs before her appreciation crossed into impolite, warmth in her cheeks. She extended a hand and Cadiana accepted, their grip ironclad. Elspeth was right about them looking intimidating, but they hadn’t done anything that made Orla feel unsettled.

“Elspeth calls you Cady, is it alright if I call you that?”

Cady shrugged. “Most people do.” He looked between Orla and Kevin, then at the goats. “Is Elspeth here?”

“No, the Thorns left for Syngorn to see my sister’s girlfriend.”

Cady’s face fell, faintly. “I missed them?”

Orla smiled sympathetically. “They can be easy to miss unless you live at Brambleview, they swoop in and out like birds. I’m sure you’ll catch them—they’re never gone for more than a few weeks at a time. Where do you live? Maybe I can find you and let you know when they get back.”

“I’d appreciate that. I stay at the First Bastion when I’m here.”

“I bet Elspeth will be thrilled to know you miss her,” Orla teased.

Cady huffed; a nearly-there laugh. “I’m sure she already knows.”

Orla nodded. “I get it. I miss them when they’re gone, too. Sometimes I think about what it’d be like to go with them, but I’m pretty sure I’d get burnt to a crisp or worse. Even when they weren’t as strong as they are now, I would. You really feel the Thorns’ presence when they’re in the city, don’t you?”

“They’ve become the guardians for Westruun. The Margrave is fond of them, so it follows that the people would be, too.” Cady’s expression twisted. “Wait. Is that what Erathis meant?”

“Huh?”

Cady scraped her fingers back through her short fall of hair. “Oh, I—had a vision from Erathis some time ago. She said…” They screwed up their face in a new direction. “I wrote it down, but I don’t have it on me. Something about the thorns protecting the rose. ‘Become one of them, should they seek your aid.’ I didn’t know what she meant at the time, but Elspeth thinks she meant joining their group in protecting the city. We brainstormed theories but never came to a definitive answer.” Cady tilted their neck, aiming their gaze towards the sky, arms crossing. “I don’t know that I was meant to join their group. I’m strong, but not strong enough. If we were equals at any point, they’ve passed me.”

“It’s kind of exponential at this point,” Orla said.

“Maybe the Lawbearer meant for me to guard Westruun just by being here,” Cady mused.

Orla could keep up well enough with the context Elspeth provided. Cady was a paladin, a soldier removed from three centuries ago, and yet Erathis had reached out and received her from across the plains of time.

“There’s no shame in that,” Orla said after a moment’s deliberation. “The world is full of more people who don’t match their strength than those who do. A lot of people protect Westruun by staying behind—like Kishore, and Krusk. And the guards, if they’re doing their job right.”

“What do you mean? The guards have to do their job right.”

Orla laughed. “Don't worry about it. But do you see what I’m saying?”

“It’s hard not to feel disappointed when one of my tenets involves being the strongest I can be.”

“That means for you,” Orla said, and resisted giving them a poke in the chest. Cady had an air of maturity and carried the weight of someone who had lived a long time, but according to Elspeth, they were only a few years older than her. “You shouldn’t compare yourself to the Thorns. You only need to be stronger than whoever you’re fighting, right? And strong enough to protect what’s important to you.”

Cady formed a smile. “I understand. Thank you.”

#no this wasn't just a self-indulgent excuse to write cady being attractive from someone else's perspective wdym #everyone in orla's family has lived for centuries it follows that she'd have some wisdom from them + elspeth #writing tag #writing: orla #orla #cadiana #tal'dorei #exandria #writing: cadiana

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