#best schwing ever

[ludibriadormonoteista]

BEFORE and AFTER II

Part 1 here.

Before:

Jaune: *Yawn* Man. This Vytal Tournament sure got me tired. I hope my Team doesn’t mind me taking a nap this early in the-

*SCHWING*

Jaune: *With a Saber Pointed to his Face* …Noon.

Winter: Mr. Arc, I presume.

Jaune: T-That’d be me! Wait, were you just waiting for me by the dorms?

Winter: That’s classified. *Sheats Saber* Winter Schnee. Atlas Specialist. I have come to discuss matters pertinent to you regarding my sister.

Jaune: You’re Weiss’ sister?! Uh-! I mean-! We’re good friends! Yeah! Though I guess you could say we started off on the wrong foot…

Winter: Quite the laughable understatement, Mr. Arc. For you see, Weiss has detailed in her letters many instances where you publicly harassed her with your feeble attempts at courting her.

Jaune: Hey, I wasn’t harassing her-

Winter: In case you were not aware, Weiss is a very prominent figure in Atlas, and as such, receives multiple solicitations from wealthy suitors on a daily basis. Men with far more ambition and talent than you could ever hope to achieve in your life.

Jaune: Now, wait a minute. Just because I’m not rich, that doesn’t mean I’m not up to snuff.

Winter: Is that so? *Raises a Folder* Because this extensive background check I have on you says otherwise.

Jaune: Extensive what now?

Winter: *Reading* Lack of proper education. Zero prior experience in the field. And absolutely no training to speak of. The best I could find were your admission transcripts, which were all filled out using crayons for whatever reason.

Jaune: I had run out of ink, okay?!

Winter: SILENCE! If the circumstances were any different, I would have you placed under arrest and locked up in the remotest cell in all of Solitas! However, doing so now would violate the Vytal Treaty amongst the Kingdoms. So instead, I will advise you to recognize my authority next time you elect to threaten the sanctity of my dear little sister again. Verstehst?!

Jaune: Y-Yeah- I-I versteht(?) that, alright!

Winter: Splendid. I will be watching the tournament for the remaining of its duration. It would do you well to know your place in the meantime. That will be all. *Marches Away*

Jaune: T-Thanks, have a great day! Hahah... *Nearly Faints* Oh dear…

After:

Yang: Alright, VB! You’ve got nowhere to run!

Jaune: Knock it off, Yang! You’ve been chasing after me all morning! Can we please talk about this?!

Yang: Nuh-uh~ Ruby’s biological clock is ticking, and I’ll be damned if I let the Rose Bloodline end here!

Jaune: Don’t you think this is moving things between me and Ruby a little too fast? Can’t we at least settle for a date first?

Yang: Oh, I’ll arrange you a date, alright… WITH HER WOMB-! *Encased in a Block of Ice*

Jaune: …What just happened?

Winter: *Descending with her Maiden Powers* That should hold her for a while. Imagine my surprise it was just you two causing a ruckus around Vacuo. For a moment I thought Salem had arrived.

Jaune: Oh thank goodness! It’s you, Winter. Sorry for all the trouble, Yang and I had a disagreement and-

Winter: Never mind all that. I was actually meaning to talk to you privately about something.

Jaune: Really? Is it a mission?

Winter: In a manner of speaking, yes. Ever since you and your friends came back, I have been worried about Weiss’ sake. To think I once thought to have forever lost my sister to that blasted abyss…

Jaune: …Winter?

Winter: *Harrumphs* Alas. I have been thinking about your actions back at that bridge. You fought tooth and nail to protect Weiss despite your shortcomings. Believe me when I say you have shown yourself worthy of my sister’s hand and affection.

Jaune: Oh… Wow! Thanks, that’s a… That’s a lot to take in. I’ll be sure to think about it.

Winter: What is there to think about?

Jaune: …I’m sorry?

Winter: You misunderstand, Mr. Arc. I am not merely granting you my blessing to date Weiss. My sister deserves the best, and as your commanding officer, I demand that you provide the best for her.

Jaune: Uh…

Winter: FURTHERMORE! You are to, effective immediately, seek to copulate with my sister for the betterment of the Schnee Bloodline!

Jaune: EH?!

Frozen!Yang: !!!

Winter: With your Aura and Semblances combined, your firstborn will become a key component to winning this war, as well as generating the perfect heir to uphold both our families’ legacy! Of course, I do not plan on holding it against you in the events Weiss explicitly decides to have more children-

Jaune: Okay, STOP! Full stop! Demanding that I hook up with Weiss is already one thing! But you cannot in good conscience order me to sleep with her! She’s your sister, for crying out loud!

Winter: Exactly! She is my sister, and I intend on getting her the perfect husband! I was foolish to dismiss you before, but not anymore! Now come with me!

Jaune: H-Hey! Just hear me out for a second! What I’m trying to say is-

Winter: THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH! I will ask you one last time to not make this more difficult than it has any right to be! You can come along willingly, or I can drag you out by force! EITHER WAY, YOU WILL BE IN MY SISTER’S ARMS SOON ENOUGH!

Jaune: Y-You’re not serious, are you?

Winter: *Saber in Hands, Winter Maiden Powers in Full Effect* I WILL NOT BE DENIED OF MY FUTURE NIECES AND NEPHEWS!

Jaune: …I should get back to running.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #winter schnee #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #ruby rose #lancaster #ruby x jaune #jaune x ruby #whiteknight #weiss x jaune #jaune x weiss #yangposting

[wowbright]

Fic: Take a Bite of My Heart

Tan Hands and Tan Lines SmuttySmooty Word Challenge 2021: drag

Words: ~350 words

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Sing, don’t schwing.

I’m belatedly going through the prompts for The Tan Hands and Tan Lines Summer Event 2021 to flesh out my Mormon!Klaine universe. This one takes place directly after Happy Secret.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

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Blaine was taking a long time in the bathroom. Not that Kurt thought he was up to anything in there. Blaine was singing, and you couldn’t sing and do that at the same time. The previous mission president had said so often enough. He’d given the missionaries two options when it came to your companion being in the bathroom: the best was to keep the door open, but if you were too squeamish for that, then you could require them to sing the entire time they were in there. No one could sing and get into mischief at the same time.

Kurt had never told his companion it was his duty to sing in the bathroom, but Blaine had a tendency to, anyway. He was super into it right now, belting out at the top of his lungs, “Uh-oh, I want some more. Oh-oh, what are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight!”

Kurt knocked on the bathroom door. “You done getting pretty? We still need to drag our clothes to the laundromat before our 6 p.m. appointment.”

Blaine’s singing stopped. The door swung open. He was fully dressed, down to the bow tie Kurt had picked out for him at the vintage store, but his hair was only partly gelled in place, not in the full paste-down he wore when he was Elder Anderson. It didn't look bad. It actually looked quite good.

“Pretty?” Blaine turned back toward the sink and curled his nose at his reflection in the mirror. “I'm not aiming that high. Just trying to tame my hair. It's too humid in here. The curls keep springing back.”

A sentence bloomed into Kurt’s mind. He thought about not saying it, but he was still high from dancing in the kitchen and bending two rules in one day. “Curls can be pretty.”

Blaine smiled. It was such an open, relaxed smile. The dancing had done him good. “You think so?”

“Anyway, it's P-day. If you can wear a bow tie and call me Kurt, you can certainly be a little more loose with your hair.”

“Thanks, Kurt. I'll try that.”

Kurt didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing his companion call him by his real name.

#mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #snarkyhag's smut challenge: drag #tan hands and tan lines #my thatl

[weebtarurights]

Sakyo Furuichi SSR ( Thanks for the Delicious Meal ) - Part 3

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 

Story Title: “ A Yakuza(abbrv.) Who Likes to Save Money”

Anime’s Voice Actor: "I can never forgive a man who tramples on his own duty and humanity. I'll defeat every single one of you!" Kumon: So Cool ~! Taichi: He's dashing ! Izumi: (Everyone's already glued on screen before I knew it) Itaru: Ah, welcome home. How's the exhibition event? Kumon: Eh? Did you go to Ganayaku exhibition event?  How nice~  ! Taichi: I want to go too ! Muku: Ganayaku's main character is super cool, isn't he? He looks like Sakyo-san ! Sakyo: I don't think it'll be possible for me to do things as calmly as him if I ever get reincarnated to another world. Taichi: But I'll be surprised too if I were to have a  younger brother all of a sudden. Itaru: If I ever get reincarnated, I'll make sure to utilize all my modern language and rely on those power. Muku: Me, I want to become a knight ~. How I wish I could become a full-pledge knight ! Kumon: I want to obtain a super cool sword and become a hero ! Taichi: I want to use magic ! Itaru: How about director-san? Izumi: Eh? Me? Hm... I wonder what is it that I want.... More than anything, I'm worried if I'd still be able to make curry.. Itaru: You're as resolute as ever. If that's the case, then the title should be " The Chairman of the Troupe Opened a Curry Shop in Another World!" Sakyo: It's going to have a solid development.. Taichi: It suits her well! Muku: Ah, that's right, director-san. Please read this when you have time. It's a story of an office lady who got reincarnated to another world and fell in love with a knight. It's heart fluttering ! Izumi: Thank you. I will read it. (Heh~ the main character is an office lady. I wonder if the main character fights with a sword too, like in Ganayaku. ) ( If by any chance I got killed and reincarnated to another world, I don't think I'd be able to fight at all. I am sure to die soon if I don't rely on someone)

Izumi: .... (The novel Muku-kun recommended is interesting. It's not just about romance but how they profoundly depicted a different world view is extremely enticing too.) Fuaa... ( I want to read more but I have to get up early tomorrow. Time to go to sleep... )

Izumi..... ? ( This place.... Where am I ? This place seems familiar but I can't remember exactly....) Soldier A: You, over there ! Where did you come from? Izumi: ! ! Soldier B: You are wearing unfamiliar clothes. That's suspiciousーー。 Soldier C: Could it be, she's a prisoner of war? Soldier B: No, there's no way a prisoner of war would end in a place like this. Soldier C: She's wearing weird clothes but it's not that bad. Is she a princess of some small country? Soldier A: In any case, we can make good use of you. I'll take you with me. Izumi: Eh? Wa-wait a minuteーー. ( Looks like I got caught in a very bad situation !? ) Soldier B:  Come along quietly ! Izumi : ーー! ???: Ha !         ----*Schwing* Soldier B: Guaaahh !! Soldier A: --An enemy ! Surround him! ???: Ha !        ----*Schwing* Soldier C: Ughーー!

Izumi: (Eh? Sakyo-san....No.. Could it be, Klaus ?) Soldier: We'll retreat for now ! Shit ! Klaus: ....Phew. Izumi: Ah, Um...Thank you very much. Klaus: Are you okay? Izumi: Yes. Klaus: What are you doing here? Did they bring you here? Izumi: No-- I'm already here before I noticed. I have no idea what happened too.... 

Klaus: Are you lost? Either way, it is a bad time to get lost. It's not safe here. I will protect you to the best of my ability. Don't leave my side. Izumi:  ーーY-yes !

Izumi: ーー. A d-dream ....? ( I wonder if it's because I was reading a novel about a different world...but Klaus appeared. It’s somehow mixed up with Autumn Troupe's performance)  

Sakyo: .....Ha ! Izumi: (Sakyo-san is early as usual. He already started training for the sword fight ) Sakyo: Haa! Izumi: ...... (Oh, and he's exactly like the Klaus in my dream ) Sakyo: .... What now? You'll bore a hole through me. Izumi: No...it's just that...   (I'm sure Sakyo-san will be able to fight back if he's stuck in that kind of situation unlike me. ) I was wondering if you would follow me if I ever go to another world. Sakyo: Aah ? Izumi: ーーAh, sorry. It's nothing. Sakyo: Go wash your face if you're still sleepy. Izumi: Yes..... Sakyo: .....Geez... Well, at that moment, there's no way I would let you go alone for sure.

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T/N: Thank you L/iber for serving us SakyoIzu foods --- it’s really good!  ♡ ₊˚✧ (∩˃o˂∩)✧∘* ♡ 

#a3 translations tumblr #act! addict! actors! #a3! sakyo #sakyo furuichi #sakyo furuichi cards #a3! backstage #sakyo x izumi #sakyoizu #Autumn Troupe 7th Play #Welcome to Akebono-so

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Garth Algar

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

(Alright I forgot that Garth was driving when they went out to that club so the meeting is a little...wrong. But other than that I hope you enjoy. 

- You met Garth when you got a job at the donut cafe that him and his friends go to. You were just going about your shift like it was any other day when him and Wayne walked in and turned your whole world upside down.

- When he sees you he falls hard. You’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen and you’re wearing a jelly stained work uniform with your hair pulled up in a ponytail. You’re not working in an area that makes it possible for him to approach you even if he had the nerve but he can see you and you can see him. 

- You don’t think much of the doofy guy staring at you while you work but he’s full on daydreaming your future together. Wayne has to snap him out of his daze. 

- He comes to the shop a lot more on his own so that he can see you but you never actually talk to each other, he just watches. You think it’s sort of cute yet a little creepy at the same time. Finally him and Wayne arrive at the cafe together one day and Garth asks the boy for some advice. The blonde has no idea what to do himself but he trusts his best friend who managed to land himself a rocker babe. 

“Why don’t you just go and talk to her?”

“No, no I could never. I’m not ready yet, you know? I think I’m just gonna go, put on some Megadeth and rock out” He rambles as he stands up from his seat but as he turns to leave he comes face to face with you. “H-Hey.”

 “Hi...?” You draw out the word as he stares at you and backs up like he’s facing a wild beast. 

- After that you sort of just walk past him while he stands frozen in place, you aren’t sure what to make of him. But that little encounter was the push he needed to actually start talking to you. So the next day while you’re doing some sweeping up he nervously approaches and greets you with his usual awkward little smile. 

- You keep up a conversation with him partly because you want something to distract you from the mind numbing task of sweeping and partly because he’s cute and has some interesting quirks to him. When you have to excuse yourself to get back to your shift he quickly blurts out an invitation to a club him and his friends were going to that night. 

“Oh and we can pick you up and everything so don’t worry ya know? But I should probably give you my number so you can call and tell us if you can make it well... here.” He scribbles his number on a napkin and thrusts it towards you. 

- You tell him you’ll “try to make it” since you’re honestly still debating whether he’s a creep or not. But probably against you’re better judgement you decide to go so you call him and tell him your address,throw on a nice outfit, do your hair and makeup and stand on the corner of your street. You needed a little adventure in your life anyway right?

- Soon you find yourself squashed between two guys in the backseat of a car listening to Queen being blasted from the radio. It was a little awkward yet the blondes friend group was endearing in their own little way. Once you got to the club you could actually have a conversation with Garth. 

- He attempts to flirt with and impress you the best he can and you decide pretty quickly that you like the boy so you ask if he’d like to ditch the club and go out for some food or something. He doesn’t quite understand that you’re inviting him to a date so he says something like “Wait we can’t leave they're just starting to play the good stuff.”.

- It’s like a minute later that his eyes go wide and he realizes what you meant. He quickly asks if you’re “still hungry” and before you know it the two of you are leaving the club to go to some fast food restaurant. You end up having a lot of fun with him even though he can be a little weird. He walks you home and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before you go inside; let me tell you he nearly fainted. 

- You hang out a few more times, he visits you at work a bunch and before you know it you’re dating. Your first kiss is on your fourth date, you were sort of waiting for him to kiss you but he never did so finally you just did it yourself. After you pull him in for a quick smooch there’s really no going back. 

- He makes you mix tapes. 

- You’re called “foxy” and equally silly things like that. 

- Headbanging with him until you’re dizzy. 

- The both of you pick each other up bridal style. 

- He gives you such cute little smiles, you can’t help but love him. 

- Helping him with his laundry so that he can actually keep his clothes. 

- He has no idea how to take compliments but he likes when you give him them. 

- His glasses fogging up when you get him hot and bothered. 

- He does not know in the slightest how to react to your sexual advances, it’s almost cute how seemingly innocent he is. 

“Oh my god you’re so limber.”

- He’s a bit clumsy so expect a lot of accidents. You’ll probably have to keep a bandaid; or two, on you wherever you go.

- He rambles a lot when he’s nervous so be prepared to have to shush him at least a few times. 

- Witty comebacks that aren’t said on purpose, he isn’t being funny thats just how he is. 

- Watching him dance and lipsynch at you.

- He doesn’t know how to kiss so you’re going to have to teach him how to do it properly. 

- Helping him up off the ground after you kiss. 

- Him doing impersonations when he wants to be charming or have the attitude of someone he thinks is way cooler than himself. 

- He’s ready to “take care of it” when someone hurts you/ makes you upset. 

- He daydreams about you a lot even after the two of you start to date and he’s able to make his dreams a reality. 

- He still asks for Wayne’s advice when he’s at a loss which is pretty often. 

- Watching him play the drums and applauding him when hes finished. 

- Immature jokes. You giggle a lot when you're around him.

- He does not know how to react when you cuddle into him. He’ll just get all stiff and awkward. 

“Garth do I look alright?”

“Schwing.”

- Getting invited onto Wayne's world and making sure to watch it when you’re not. 

- He’s actually really smart, he genuinely surprises you sometimes. 

- Stealing his flannels, he doesn't know how he feels about it. 

- Going to the music store with him. 

- He’s a pretty awkward guy so you’ll usually have to do most of the talking whether it be when you’re out together or when you’re alone. 

- Getting to hear stories about all his adventures and the celebrities he’s met. 

- Making faces a each other. 

- Sharing red licorice with him. 

- If you wear a band shirt he is immediately even more in love with you than he was before (if thats even possible). 

- Letting him do your hair every now and then. 

- He get’s a lot of his ideas and mannerisms from Wayne so you’ll notice a lot of similarities between the two when you’re together. 

- He likes holding hands even though it makes him a little flustered. 

- Theres not a lot of pda because it makes him pretty embarrassed. 

- Not jealous in the slightest. It’s mostly because he’s far too oblivious to even realize that someones flirting with you and partly because it’s just not in his nature.

- Going on double dates with Wayne and Cassandra. 

- You rarely fight, he’s not really capable of it and you rarely have a reason to. 

- Getting really close to his friends and hanging out with them a lot. 

- Sitting with him on the hood of his car. 

“I love you Garth.”

“Thank you.”

#waynes world #waynes world imagine #waynes world headcanons #waynes world headcanon #garth algar imagine #garth algar headcanons #garth algar headcanon #90s movie headcanon #90s movie headcanons #90s movie imagine #90s imagine

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {27}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

***Interactive**

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Chapter 27: Boston Bound

  -One Week Later-

  You should have said no. You should have said it was way too soon for this and not felt guilty that you’d had her all to yourself for two years. You should have been selfish. If you had, then you wouldn’t be here right now; in a private jet with your parents, Nexus, Chris, Dodger, and Ella more than halfway to Boston. You certainly wouldn’t be nervous enough to shit bricks. You wouldn’t have all these thoughts and worries about what it would be like coming face to face with Chris’ family. You would be chilling in LA, or San Fran for your little girls’ birthday party.  

  “You just had to be the bigger person, huh. Had to give in to that need to make up for your actions. Uuugh, damn dummy!”

  You closed your eyes and tried to push away the voice—your voice in your head.

  “I can survive a week in Boston. I survived doing all this on my own. I survived being a new mother and opening a restaurant for the first time. I survived pregnancy while going to culinary school and working full time. I am a badass; I can survive this.”

  “How you holding up?”

  “I can survive!” Everyone in the cabin looked at you as if you were crazy. Nexus snorted as she sat across from you.

  “Relax, it’s no big deal, Vix.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nex, I am meeting his family. He’s told them about me, told them who I am and what I did.”

  “So? If he’s not trippin’ about it anymore, why should they? If he's moved on and forgiven you, why should they hold a grudge?” She had a point, but for some reason, you couldn’t get past the possibility that they would hate you.

  “They are going to love you. As sick as it is, you are beyond lovable Vix. Just own what you did, let it be known you regret it and want to move forward for the best interest of Ella. If they can’t do that, then you know they aren’t thinking about Ella or Chris.” You took a deep breath and slowly released it. “I just took a DNA test--.” Nexus began, you snorted and looked around to make sure no one was watching.

  “Turns out, I’m a hundred percent that--.”

  “Language you two.” You and Nexus giggled together, and when you looked over, Chris was watching you with a content smile on his face.

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  Once you landed, everyone quickly piled into the truck, then Chris got in the driver’s seat. You weren’t surprised really you’d seen him drive before. He tipped his hat lower and looked at you. “Ready?” You nodded because words failed you, he looked so damn good. When he smiled, the butterflies in your belly took off. Quickly you looked away and tried to get a grip.

  “You can’t lose your shit now, you still have seven more days,” you whined.

  The drive was a nice one. After fifteen minutes of going through the city, Chris pointed out every sight to everyone in the car. You could tell he was a proud Bostonian; it was cute. When he passed Dodger stadium Chris pointed it out, and Ella shouted out “doder,” which made Dodger bark up a storm. Everyone laughed like it was the cutest thing in the world. It felt almost normal, and again that scared you.

  When he left the city, you fell silent and got lost in your own thoughts while everyone else fell into conversation.

  “You are never quiet pumpernickel. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I’m fine. Maybe just jet-lagged,” you lied. Chris studied you for a moment before his eyes went back to the road. When everyone else fell back into their conversation he spoke.

  “If you’re feeling up to it later, there’s something I wanna show you.”

  “Something like what?” Chris smiled again, and again your belly fluttered.

  “For me to know and you to find out. Honestly, where’s your sense of adventure? I remember you used to have a huge one.” You smirked.

  “I remember you being at the top of Vegas’s version of the Eiffel tower, and you stripped right there.” You gasped loudly and covered your mouth. You couldn’t believe he just said that. You looked around to see if anyone heard him but saw no one was focused on you at all. Chris snorted and laughed just as you released yours.

  “Oh my god, how do you remember that?”

  “I told you, I’m an actor. I have a great memory.” You smiled and looked out the window again completely mortified. He probably remembered exactly what you look like naked ad remembered just what you did to each other at the top of that fake Eiffel tower. That thought sent a blazing heat down your spine. You remembered what he looked like too, you remembered very well.

  “So?” You smiled to yourself and decided just to do it.

  “Okay.” Chris smiled as if he’d won some type of award then looked back to the road, repeating the same word you just said. You smiled to yourself and watched the views of trees pass you by.

  Another fifteen minutes passed, and Chris was pulling into a long driveway that led to a house that looked like it was on a hill. It was at this moment you began to regret letting him convince you to stay at his place rather than a hotel. Everyone petitioned that it would be a better way for him and Ella to spend even more time together. You felt if you would have declined you would have come off as a bitch. So, again, you caved.

“Wow, this is so great. This is yours, Chris?”

  “Yes. I come out here every chance I get when I’m not working.”

  “Do your parents live close?”

  “Well, they each live about twenty-five or thirty minutes away. I have a closer place that is in the city, but I thought this would be a more low key place for the princess’ birthday party.”

  You remained silent, a little amazed how normal it all sounded. It was as if three years hadn’t passed, and he’d been in her life all along. You wondered if it should have felt that natural. Shouldn’t there have been some—adjustment time, some form of awkwardness? Your family got out the car and looked around the front lawn. It was a beautiful property, and it looked well maintained. As they talked amongst themselves you walked to the back and took Ella out her car seat. Once out she planted a big wet kiss on your cheek.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  “My mama.” You smiled and kissed her all over her face. She erupted in giggles as she wiggled in her seat. Once you lifted her into your arms you turned to see Chris watching on with a soft smile on his lips. “Da-da.” His smile widened as he approached. He bent and kissed her on the forehead as you watched. Ella touched your cheek with one hand and Chris’ with her other. “Mama. Da-da.” You peeped up at Chris, who in turn did the same to you. For a few moments, the three of you stood there, no speaking just—being. You were the one to step away first.

  “I’ll show you guys around and come back for the bags,” Chris informed.

  The six of you and Dodger walked inside where Chris gave the tour of his traditional style farmhouse. It wasn’t exorbitantly decorated or even disgustingly pretentious. It was tastefully done, and it looked like it fit his personality. It looked like he could host dinner parties one night with his Hollywood friends, but the next night chill on the couch in front of the fireplace and drink a beer. It screamed him. One by one, he showed each of the members of your family their rooms until it left just you and Ella.

  “So, for you princess, I have a surprise.”

  “Prise, prise, I wuve prise. Eye-cweam?”

  Chris snorted and shook his head. “No, not ice cream.”

  “Pony.” You pinched your lips. She’d been trying to swindle a pony from you since the day she learned the word. Chris looked at you confused.

  “She wants a pony?”

  “What little girl doesn’t?” He smiled.

  “Uh—no princess, not a pony.” The three of you came to a stop in front of a closed door.

  “Mama told me how much you love unicorns, and mermaids--.” Chris began. Ella enthusiastically nodded her head, clearly excited for whatever his surprise was.

  “So, here we go.” Chris opened the door and revealed the girliest, most unicorn and mermaid filled room you’d ever seen. Ella’s face lit up, and she squealed with glee as she wriggled free from your arms. Placing her on the floor, she bounced around the room from item to item.

  “Oonicwon, mowmaid, oonicwon, mowmaid, pink!” Everything she touched, she squealed. You stood in the doorway, just looking around at all the effort he’d put into things. The walls were a pinkish, light orangish sherbert mesh. It reminded you of the softest sunset. It was a beautiful color. On one wall her name was written in cursive letters with a dainty crown right above it. You gulped down the emotion threatening to bubble over.

  “Schwing.” You looked back to her as she climbed into the swing that was off to the side of the room hanging from the ceiling. She tried to push herself and grunted when she couldn’t get as high as she wanted. As quickly as she got on she jumped off and bounded to the unicorn teepee that was set in a corner next to a beautiful window. The room was fit for a princess and absolutely breathtaking. Looking at Ella you knew she loved it. When you looked to Chris he was watching her with the biggest smile on his face.

  Ella ran to you and crashed into your legs. “Mama, ooo see?” You nodded.

  “Yes, my love, I see. It’s amazing.”

  “Mazing,” Ella repeated. You bent down to her and whispered in her ear. She smiled and ran across to Chris and crashed into his legs.

  “Uuugh, you’re going to take me down one of these days.” He lifted her into his arms just as she threw her tiny ones around his neck.

  “Ank oo.”

  “You’re welcome, princess. Do you like it?” She nodded her head while still holding him close. It melted you. Chris looked to you, and the look on his face made yet another Teflon layer of your wall crumble.

  “God damn it!”

  Ella wiggled her way free to the floor and ran out of the room and down the hall, no doubt about to tell everyone about her amazing room. You smiled and wrapped your arms around yourself. You could feel yourself drifting to him like he were some sort of magnet and you the polarized matter. Chris walked to you slowly, and you held tighter and hoped it was enough to keep you in check.

  “Is it too much?” You looked around the room again and saw for the first time a massive dollhouse-like playhouse. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen and knew Ella would spend countless hours in there. You scoffed and shrugged.

  “Have you met your daughter? This is the child who wore head to toe pink sparkles to the park the other day. Do you remember that?” Chris laughed, and you smiled and nodded. “There is no such thing as too much.”

  You walked into the room a little more walking around him in a way that created the most distance. You stopped in front of the swing and sat, hoping to god it didn’t break under your weight. “This though—might not be the best idea. I can see her sneaking out of bed to swing and hurting herself. While she seems super advanced for her age let’s not set her up to fail.” He smiled and nodded.

  “Got it mama bear. I’ll take it down before bedtime.” You nodded and looked around again.

  “This is great though. It screams—permanence.” You looked down at the carpeted floor and shuffled your feet.

  “I mean—that’s the idea—right? Did I overstep?”

  “No, no, don’t—uuugh. I’m sorry, no, you didn’t. This is great, this—you’re great for doing this.”

  “I sense a but.” You stood and walked to him then touched his hand, hoping the action would make your words believable.

  “There is no but, you’re her father, you wanted to—.”

  “Show you that I’m taking this serious, to show you I want this, I want her, I want everything it means Vixen, all of it.”

  Biting your bottom lip, you held his gaze. You saw his pupil dilate and even felt his hand radiate with more heat than normal. Chris stepped into you and closed the appropriate space between you, and you could feel the air around you become thin and dense. Every hair on your body stood up, and then you saw his face move closer to yours.

  “Shit, he’s gonna kiss me.”

  “Vixen!”

  You jumped at the sound of your mother’s voice and backed away from Chris as if you’d just been caught doing something dirty. A few seconds later, your mother appeared at the doorway. She looked between the two of you, and you walked to her. “Yeah mom.”

  “Ella found the pool and is begging to get in.” Chris laughed.

  “That was quick.” You smiled and nodded.

  “I told you, she’s a mermaid.”

  “I’ll bring up the bags,” Chris said as he walked past you and your mother. Once alone, your mother gave you the look she always did when she expected an explanation. You stood your ground and remained silent.

  “So you are forever connected to a superstar celebrity by the child you share. What do you plan on doing about it?”

  You gaped at her. She had the guts to bring this up. You expected it, hell, some part of you was waiting for it. “What do you mean do about it?”

  “Vixen, you’re a beautiful woman, you have a lot to offer. Why not take things—further?” You scoffed and shook your head.

  “Mom, wow.”

  “Tell me you haven’t thought about it. Tell me you’ve never looked at him and wanted more. He is a handsome man sweetie. Maybe this is your chance.”

  You couldn’t believe your ears. She never seemed to amaze you. She had a one-track mind, and right now, you were it. “Chance for what mom?”

  “Love, maybe?” You snorted and laughed.

  “Love? She’s insane.”

  You shook your head just as Chris walked back in with bags. “Thanks.”

  “Mama, poowl pwease.” You smiled and nodded to her.

  “Come on, let’s pick a pretty bathing suit and get you all ready little mermaid.” Ella clapped her hands and went to the bags. “If you guys would excuse us, we have a fashion montage to start.”

  “Yayyyy!” Chris and your mother smiled at each other and walked out of the room so you and Ella could begin

Fifteen minutes later, you and Ella walked out to the backyard where the pool awaited you. She squealed with excitement, you smiled and put down the towels you held. Ella went to the edge and looked into the water. “Kristella Raelle, away from the edge, please.” She quickly backed away to a safe distance. You peeled off the t-shirt you wore and walked to the steps of the pool.

  “Ready baby?” She ran to you, and you grasped her hand to lead her into the water. Once she stepped into the water, she let loose a loud laugh. You smiled thoroughly enjoying her happiness. Once you stepped off the last step and sunk into the water you held your arms out for her.

  “Wedy mama?”

  “I’m ready, baby!” Ella squealed again and smiled, and Chris walked out, wearing a pair of swim trunks. Your eyes quickly scanned his exposed muscle and really liked what you saw. Again, the theme song for Baywatch played in your head.

“Da-da, watoh, come.” Chris smiled and sat at the edge of the pool and watched.

  “Wook!” Ella jumped from the step into your arms, and you spun her around. Chris clapped and lowered himself into the water.

  “Want to swim to da-da?” She nodded, and you set her in front of you then let her go. She did a quick little doggy paddle to an exhilarated Chris. Once she reached his arms he scooped her up and held her in the air. Ella laughed and posed as if she were Baby from Dirty Dancing.

  “Good job, princess.” You smiled. He turned to you as if to ask if you saw her. You nodded and swam to them. The three of you swam around and enjoyed the time together.

  Ella and Chris played in the water, and he seemed to love it, every second that passed he seemed to become more of a big kid, Ella loved it. He let her ride his back like he was a seahorse, and she was the sea princess. Chris let her ride his shoulders while he swam underwater like the whale and she was a talented whale rider. He pretended to be the dolphin complete with dolphin noises while Ella played the dolphin whisperer. They even played Marco Polo once Chris explained it to her, this she loved because every time Chris rocketed from underneath the water when she screamed “maco” he wiggled like a fish diving above the waves and every time he did a belly flop right in the water. Soon they drew the attention of your entire family who sat around the pool watching with adoring looks on their faces.

  After an hour, you’d had enough of the water, and after forty minutes you’d had more than your heart could take of the cuteness. You disappeared into the house to the kitchen and examined the contents of the fridge. Soon after, you busied yourself with cooking some dinner. It took no time at all before you got lost in the chopping, mixing, measuring, layering and a plethora of other actions that allowed your brain to stop.

  You were thankful for it because if it continued you were sure you’d go insane with the constant debate; it was now a three-way fight. Your head, your body and your heart all wanted different things. Your head spoke of shoulds, your body spoke of coulds, and your heart—that traitor was the worst of all, it spoke of woulds. Where your mind and body didn’t question, your heart had plenty. They were questions you didn’t have answers to, questions you would only find the answer to from him, and you weren’t quite brave enough—yet.

  “I should have known this is where you disappeared to.” You looked up from your bending position and saw Chris standing on the other side of the island. He was still shirtless, and your eyes noticed. Slowly they traveled down his torso and took in every detail. The two tattoos on his chest looked like perfect decorations for the well-formed muscle. Your palm itched to touch him. When your eyes trailed down his abs to his oblique indentations, that urge intensified. Unintentionally you squeezed the piping bag in your hands, sending white icing oozing out the tip and right onto your face. It was all so perfectly suggestive.

  “Oh fuck!” You stood and looked around for a cloth. Chris walked around the island to you with the item in his hand.

  “Here.” He lifted his hands to your face and began wiping off the icing. After a few deliberate swipes of the cloth, his movements slowed until they stopped altogether. He was now standing before you with your jaw gently held with one hand a cloth in the other. “There, perfect again. although—you’ve been perfect since—the day—I—I—I met you.” By the time he finished his sentence he was whispering. Chris grazed his thumb along your cheek, and the soft touch sent your belly fluttering.

  “I have something to tell you,” Chris began. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.

  “What?” Your voice was a breathy whisper; you couldn’t muster anything else.

  “Uh---well--,” Chris began again.

  “Vix?” You looked from Chris to Nexus, who’d entered the kitchen.

  “Yeah.” Walking to her, she looked between you and Chris. You shook your head signaling for her to let it go.

  “Ella, she missed her nap so--.”

  You sighed. “Yeah, she’ll be a grumpy mess in an hour. We’ll have dinner now and hopefully avoid the meltdown to get her in bed.” Nex nodded and slowly turned to walk out.

  “So—dinner?”

  “Ready, I was just--.”

  “Uh-huh, I see what you were doing.” With that, Nex walked out of the room, and you sighed before you cleared your throat.

  “If you wanna take a quick shower, dinner will be on the table in ten,” you informed. Chris slowly nodded then walked out where Nex did. Once you were alone again you sighed and finished the touches to the cake you were icing.

  After dinner, you tucked Ella into her new bed in her new room. She fell asleep quickly which left you sitting there just staring at her. You knew if you did this to any other kid it would be creepy, but she was yours; it was normal. You’d spent so many nights watching her sleep marveling at the tiny human you were blessed with. Before you knew it two hours had passed, and you were still being a creeper.

  Walking out the room and down the hall to your own you quickly stripped and took a hot shower. The steam helped de-stress you, and the hot water did wonders for your need to be comforted. You worked to keep Chris off your mind. It was hard, but no matter what, after a few minutes, he came right back into your head. It was frustrating. Nex would say it was a sign you were also on his mind. You wondered if that were true.

  Once you stepped out wrapped in a plush towel, you stared at the canopy bed and just like that you were back in Vegas again. It was like he was trolling you with little details from your time together. this was yet another similarity from your exhausting wedding night. You sat on the window seat in the room and looked out to the sea of dark trees. It was peaceful out here, and you knew why he’d chosen this spot. It had nothing in common with LA. As you lotioned your skin, you stared up at the moon and marveled at how big and bright it looked here. A spark of fire caught your eye, and you peered more closely out the window. Chris stepped out onto the grass and walked to the clearing of trees. You watched him climb into the hammock that was just out of sight. Once he was in it all you could see was the tips of his feet and occasional peeks of his head.

  Soon you saw clouds of smoke weft into the air, and you knew he was smoking, you bet it was weed. A nostalgic smile decorated your lips. He began swinging in the hammock, and every time he did, you saw him in full sight. He had a faraway look on his face, but somehow he still looked perplexed. You wondered what he was thinking about so seriously. You had the thought to go down to him and split that blunt but knew if you had weed in your system your inhibitions would soon be lowered and with it your panties.

  “That’s if you wear panties, honey.”

  You smirked and shook your head at the thought. Sometimes you wondered if you were your own worst enemy. Sighing, you looked back to the moon once last time. When you were a child, your mother always had you make a wish on the moon every night. It must have been some old hippie practice because every single night, you’d made a wish on the moon. Some came true instantly, and others took time. You glanced back down to Chris who looked to be looking up at the same moon and closed your eyes.

  Taking a deep breath, you had the perfect wish, the one your heart, head, and body all agreed on. “If it’s meant for me, let it be.”

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If you know you do it, then why not at least make a concerted effort to stop? Life is way too short for all of this hate, and if a headcanon or people's ship choices make someone not want to watch SPN, isn't that their choice? It really isn't up to you to dictate that and does it really affect you? Like the other anon, I am not being mean. You're a great person but sometimes it's a little much.

I think I just explained why I do it, so people can at least have correct information to make that choice on. If I just smile and let it all pass, then I do it too. It sounds arbitrary I know but not long ago I asked someone if they watch SPN and they said “Ew no, its got incest in it” and even though I loves me some wincest, I was appalled that someone actually thought it has incest in it. It doesnt. I told her thatl, “There's no incest in it, my God its the CW ffs”  and if I was standing in the same room with the person/people who said it has 2 brothers fucking in it, I wouldn't just smile and walk away, Id tell them it does not and they shouldn't tell people it does.  

Like I said, its not only SPN I do this with, its other stuff in life too and even for people as well. I dont like spreading false information or just letting it go when I know its false.  I know I could be a lot meaner about it, Ive seen people be meaner about it, whats the best way to tell someone theyre wrong? Often times its just a matter of me simply stating the correct information.  Fan: Sam doesnt like to have sex without establishing strong emotional bonds wth the person Me: Sam has never taken the time to establish an emotional bond with anyone hes ever slept with on the show (exclude Jessica because we have no idea). 

Thats an example of me just stating a fact. Sounds mean and sounds like Im throwin Sam under the bus, Im not, its just canon.  Has Sam ever SAID he wants to establish a strong emotional bond with someone before sex? No we speculate he does because he doesnt have much sex. The best we can get from that is sex isnt of great importance to him, but if its available *SCHWING!* Fan: Dean learned first aid in Hell because he was a torturer and they dont want their subject to die and it hurts me Me; In Hell youre already dead. Since They have Johns field surgeon’s kit in the trunk, he probably learned first aid from John (notice I even added probably) These are real things people have posted recently. Even stating facts sounds mean, and yeah sometimes i may even sound more mean if I know you know better ... like “Cmon, youre a long-timer, did that REALLY happen?”

I will however take full offense to you referring to it as hate. I have seen hate here. I dont go that far and you know it. 

[projectomerta]

Kindred Souls - Chapter 6: Shay

Sorry for explaining of some events of the game like no one’s heard of it before, but hey, it’s less than a paragraph. 

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1454

She entered her room and closed the door. Despite everything that happened, that led to those last three days of crying, she found herself smiling. The moment she had just shared with Shay at the Inn’s bar had done wonders for her, and it wasn’t over yet, she was just about to leave with him. 

She still had mixed feelings about going back to the name “Wá:ri”. Though it was her birth name, she’d been called “Miriam Rhodes” for most of her life. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know why her father had changed her name in the first place. She felt like it was a sign of how he just couldn’t accept her for who she was, almost as if he was trying to hide a piece of her identity. 

Wá:ri remembered that Shay was waiting for her, so she hurried to get ready. She grabbed her hair but instead of braiding it like usual, she simply ran her fingers through it and left it loose. She lifted her assassin robes by the shoulders and took a long look at them. They were black… The Rhodes’ color. She had always loved that color but now she felt uneasy about it. Suddenly she had an idea. I might be a “Rhodes” forever, but I won’t be an assassin anymore. She got a knife and took it to the hood, cutting it off by the base. The hood might have come in useful, but she felt good getting rid of one of the assassins’ trademarks from her clothing. Having done this, she put her robes on, wrapped her weapons up in a cloth, and left the room.

As she got to the entrance, she didn’t see Shay, which scared her for a second.

“He said he’d wait for you outside.” Said the Inn owner.

His voice startled Wá:ri, “Thank you,” she said.

She walked out of the Inn and immediately saw Shay waiting for her. That had been the first time she had ever taken a proper look at him. He really was handsome, especially for someone his age, though she wasn’t exactly sure how old he was. The sun shone brightly on him. From his hair arranged in a ponytail, to his chiseled face - hell, even the scar over his right eye looked good to Wá:ri… His clothes also complemented his image quite well… Suddenly the color black didn’t look so bad to her.

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” She said as she approached Shay, “Where are we going?” 

“To Collins’ house.”

Wá:ri was shocked. “What?! My siblings could show up, you know that, right?”

“Don’t worry lass, Collins is out of town, he set sail earlier today. If they’re merchants, they know who comes in and out of the port.” 

She let out a sigh of relief. Collins’ is safe. But are we safe? 

“Let’s go, then,” said Shay. 

As the two walked through the entrance, the maid came to greet them, with a forced smile on her face, which both ignored. Since they didn’t want anything, she took her leave, as Wá:ri and Shay moved to the upper floor. 

“This looks exactly as I remember it…” Wá:ri commented.

Shay looked surprised. “You've been here before?” 

“Yes,” she smiled, “I was here twice. I attended my first party here, when I was just thirteen years old.”

Shay seemed to hesitate before speaking. “Does it look that different from your house?” 

“It’s about the same size, but they obviously have different tastes,” she chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

“My father isn’t exactly this… humble.” 

She was right, as opposed to the Rhodes family ostensive showing of wealth and power, with gold touches on everything from the carpets to the cutlery, as well as the family’s color on most clothing, the Collins household looked like it had been kept the same since its construction. The walls were relatively empty, the carpets looked flat and, though some might find them boring, Wá:ri found them to be quite cozy. The rest of the house was scarcely decorated.

Shay opened the door for Wá:ri and let her go in.

“This is where you’ll stay,” he said.

“Oh, I thought you were taking me to your room.” Wá:ri joked.

“Well, it’s down the hallway, if you want to know. I’ve already told you I wouldn’t mind

a visit, haven’t I?” Shay said, with a shrug.

Wá:ri couldn’t tell how much of that was a joke anymore, but she was alright with it either way. 

She gently threw her weapons on top of the bed, and sat on the edge. Shay had taken a seat in the armchair in the corner of the room, facing her. The room wasn’t that big, it was simple like the rest of the house. Apart from the bed in the center of the room, there was the aforementioned armchair and a bedside table. It smelled like pine, something the rest of the house lacked, but it was pleasant. 

“So, why did you bring me here?” Wá:ri asked.

Shay was staring at the floor with an intense gaze. She knew she was about to see a side of Shay that was still unknown to her. With a heavy exhale, Shay turned his gaze to Wá:ri’s eyes.

“Lass… What I’m about to tell you is going to take a while…” 

Over the following hour or so, Wá:ri keenly listened to Shay’s every word. He told her about his past life as an assassin, and how he became a templar. He told her about all of the people he had to kill, people he considered friends. Le Chasseur, Kesegowaase, Adéwalé, Hope, Chevalier, and Liam, his best friend. She finally heard about Achilles, as well. Though Shay told her all of his story, his whole narrative was focused on a single event - Lisbon. In 1755, Shay was tasked with retrieving a piece of Eden from Lisbon, something she had never even heard of until that day, and couldn’t really get a grasp on what it was. His interaction with the piece of Eden caused an earthquake, which triggered a fire, resulting in the deaths of countless people. 

Now Wá:ri knew why he wanted to help her so much - he empathized with her. Just like she left her family because she didn’t understand her father’s reasoning, Shay left the assassins because he couldn’t go along with their moral code. 

What should have stopped after almost a full day of conversation, without eating, carried on until it was dark, with Wá:ri explaining her story, as well. She told Shay, who was sitting next to her in the bed, at this point, about growing up in a Mohawk tribe and about how she was taken in by her father when she was eleven. She told him about life with the Rhodes family, especially with her siblings. How Francis and Layla would always argue for no reason, but never let go of each other in any situation, how Kevin and Robbie would spend their days laughing and playing together and how she never once felt alone, even though her siblings were already paired up by the time she became a part of the family. The evening ended with both of them exhausted from crying and laughing.

They went downstairs, to see what they could manage to make a small meal out of, as the maid was already gone. They found some bread in the kitchen, but that wasn’t enough, since they hadn’t eaten lunch, nor dinner. 

“I’m going to check the cellar for food.” Shay left the kitchen.

“I’ll see what we have here, then.”  

As she looked through the cupboards, Shay yelled something.

“Shit! Wá:ri come here, quick!” 

Wá:ri didn’t hesitate for a second. As soon as she heard him yelling, she started moving. She ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could, but little after she took two steps out of the kitchen, she felt someone grab her from behind. 

Schwing.

The sound of a hidden blade unsheathing sent her heart rate into overdrive and the cold feeling of that same blade pressing against her neck certainly didn’t help. She also felt something soft pressed against her back, which meant it was certainly not Shay.

“Good evening, sister.” 

It can’t be… “Layla?!” 

“Oh, you still remember your family? How sweet of you, dear.” 

Shay came bursting into the room, from downstairs, “Wá:ri!” He yelled.

As he came into the room, Wá:ri could see his expression change from worried, to almost relieved, to desperate.

“I told you my siblings might come over…” She smiled.

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Rogue #original character #oc #fanfic #fanfiction #Shay #Shay Cormac #Shay Patrick Cormac

[askoverexposedhc]

A Lesson on Getting Mobbed.

✰ Genre: Hurt, comfort, fluff, and all things in-between.

✰ Characters mentioned: Joe, Mumbo, Doc, etcetera (aka all the active Hermits in s6).

✰ Words: 4k.

Mumbo gently pressed his head against the wall of the small glass shelter he had encased himself in. He was about to go idle for a while next to his Witch Farm, which meant he.. wouldn't be sleeping, for a while. A few nights at least. Which.. meant there were to be loads of phantoms inbound. He shrugged at the thought, got comfortable in the shelter, and waited.

A week later…

Mumbo rubbed his eyes as he jolted awake, hair askew, as well as his moustache. He yawned quietly, using his silk touch pickaxe to free himself from the 2x2 area, completely forgetting his stuff in his chest. Still groggy and not thinking, he swooped down to where his storage system was, checking how much drops he got. He didn't have the attention span at the moment to count all of the drops right now, but, he guesstimated that there were quite a few. Coming to his senses; he noticed that he forgot his stuff in the chest!

Effortlessly, he swooped back up to the ground above, grabbed his stuff and once again, came to even more senses! He didn't have his elytra on! Putting on his gear, he started to head to the shopping district in hopes to find somebody, anybody, to get this explained to him. Maybe Joe, or Doc. They seemed like they would know.

Hearing the screeching of phantoms, Doc brought out his trident. He never really liked phantoms; they were a hinder in his travels. Bad things come to people who don't sleep, however. Mumbo, however, was desperately trying his best to shoo the actual phantoms away from him. Exasperated, he tiredly tried to swat them away.

“Shoo, shoo!” He said, eyebrows furrowing as the phantoms refused to leave. Glancing up in the sky, Doc narrowed his eyes. 'Ohoho, the phantom leader came out to tousle tonight?’ He thought, already aiming the trident up in the sky. Hearing the sharp 'schwing!’, feeling the slight pain on his shoulder, and hearing the quick whizzing near his ear, Mumbo stopped trying to get the phantoms away from him and glanced down. Noticing it was Doc, Mumbo hastily tried to get his attention, trying super hard to ignore the blood running down his sleeve from the gash.

Doc let out a huff and his trident flew back into his hand. Green digits gently tapped on the handle, as he let out a quiet hum. What he realized, however, was that his name was getting called. Glancing around, he searched for the source of the voice, finding nothing. Then, he glanced up. In that exact moment, the moon seemed to align right behind Mumbo, and Doc blinked in surprise. Confused, he put his trident him back in his makeshift sling. And Mumbo, finally feeling somewhat relieved, swooped down to the ground below and landed, the phantoms flying away after. He still hadn't taken much mind to the gash. Doc rose an eyebrow.

“So.. it finally happened to you.” Stated Doc, not really.. meaning for that to sound like statement. Mumbo shrugged, crossing his arms after. “I-..I guess so? I didn't really think it'd be a phantom, instead of like - every mob ever.” He said, Doc chuckling a small bit, but then, he noticed Mumbo's gash, and his eyes furrowed. Mumbo tilted his head slightly.

“Yo-.. bro, what happened to your uh.. arm there?” Doc asked, acting like he didn't do it. Mumbo turned his attention to his arm, green eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my word..” He muttered, before Doc took his arm, and started walking him to a place where he could patch up the gash.

----

Joe let out a quiet hum, furrowing his eyes in frustration when the calligraphy pen in his hand skipped a little. “Gosh darnit!” He groaned, putting the book and quill down, so he could mellow himself down a bit. He was currently writing a poem in Enderman language, as that was one of the languages he learned before. What he had so far was;

Purple eyes and towering height,

They spawn only at the crack of night.

Found in every biome that is known,

They call the Overworld, Nether, and End their home.

Although Iskall was with them and knows their dialect,

I can’t help but try to learn it; to gain a new aspect.

But, with their queen, the ender dragon,

I’m trying to learn; what does she imagine?

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s,

I’m still tempted to

And that’s where the poem stopped. For now, at least. Joe let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He hates how difficult it is to write with claws; they always encased the pen in his grasp, now letting it move around easily. He would try to trim them, but, they were too thick to cut; they would only get scratched. To his surprise, his cat jumped up onto his lap, sat down, and mewed at him.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Joe gave the brown tabby a gentle back pet, smiling as he did such. He had been hesitant to pet her ever since this overexposure came along, fearing he would accidentally hurt her. But, apparently, she wasn't that affected by it. Gently picking up the cat, he put it on the desk, which it stayed there. “Good girl, Athena.. now, stay there please.” He muttered, picking up the quill, dipping it into the ink, and beginning to write again.

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s;

I'm still intrigued to learn it, and not misinterpret.

He sighed in satisfaction, the cat meowing once more. He glanced over to her, tilting her head. She meowed again.

Did you finish it?

She seemed to ask. Joe nodded slightly, glancing at the poem. “Would you like me t’ read it to you?” He asked in return, the cat standing up and meowing again, tail waving slightly.

Yes! She said, waltzing over to the paper.

With a smile on his face, Joe began to read the poem to her. He had gotten halfway through, before Doc rushed into the room, a very pallid Mumbo in tow.

“Joe!” Shouted Doc, the southern man jumping slightly, which made Athena run away. Joe, not looking at the two, packed up his calligraphy stuff. “Hm,” He started, looking over at the two after he got it put away. “What's u-” He cut himself off, as he glanced at Mumbo.

“Ohhhh..” He finished, walking over to the two, not noticing Mumbo's wound yet. “You finally got your exposure?” Joe asked, Mumbo nodding slightly. Then, Joe noticed the gash. Eyes widening, he gently took Mumbo's arm out of Doc's grasp, guiding him over to a chair, allowing him to sit while he grabbed a first aid kit. Doc leaned against the doorframe, aiming to not bother Joe while he patched up Mumbo.

“So.. how did this happen, hm?” He asked, Doc tensing up slightly. “Ah-.. he.. got cut by a shard of glass, and I found h-” Doc started, before Mumbo timidly cut him off.

“Uhm.. Doc thought I was a phantom, and slinged his trident at me - by pure accident!” He added, Joe furrowing his eyebrows. Doc, obviously feeling guilty, cleared his throat.

“Er.. I have to.. jet.. see you two later!” He said, before running out of the base. Joe chuckled at that, shaking his head as he finished wrapping up the wound.

Cutting off the excess bandages, he stepped back from Mumbo a little, crossing his arms. “There y'go, Mumbo Jumbo! Your upper arm might tingle now and then, and it may hurt, but! It’ll heal up!” He said, Mumbo nodding. “An’.. come back here when it needs to be re-bandaged, and if you have any more questions, alright?” He asked, Mumbo nodding once more, getting up afterwards. “Alright! Now, you're good to go! See ya, Mumbo!” He said as Mumbo left the small house. Humming a slight tune, he glanced down at Athena who was by his legs.

“How about let's get back to where we left off, hm?” He said, before picking her up and going back to the desk.

--

Joe let out a quiet yawn as he stretched out his arms, accidentally waking Athena up as a result. She mewed, irritated that she got woken up. Joe gently scratched her head with a claw, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Squinting his eyes at the clock on the wall, he tilted his head slightly. Then, he realized something.. there was a letter on his desk. Puzzled, he opened it. 'Why would one of them give me a letter when they could've just-..’ He stopped, cutting himself off before he got too deep in thought. He opened the letter with a claw. Inside it, read;

Joe;

   Ren accidentally mistook me for an actual Vex. Apparently I'm that tiny? Anyway he got my stomach slightly, but I came here, noticed you were asleep, and patched it myself.

                          See ya when you wake. - Cub.

           Putting the letter down and putting his head in his hands, Joe let out a groan of frustration which caused the nearby plants to wilt and wither away, and the room to gain a somewhat dark aura. Grabbing his calligraphy pen, and some paper, Joe scrawled something down and copied it to 11 other pieces of paper. Hastily putting on his satchel and putting the papers in it, along with a dropper, a hopper, a pressure plate, and a few regeneration potions, he headed out the door to deliver the letters. Plants and foliage withered when he walked right past him, and he picked up every now-black Rose he saw. Animals scurried away from him, as he walked past.

All hermit meeting. Noon. Sharp. Be there.

Once he delivered the letters, he made his way back to the Ministry of Truth. Oh, had it been dso long since he'd been there.. but, he couldn't dwell on memories. Not now, at least. He dropped down into the Musical ThreatER, setting up chairs in a room that would contain the other Hermits for however long it would take them. Second, he filled a dispenser with regeneration potions at the entrance, which would make it so they would have the effect. Right after he finished putting the pressure plate on the dropper, the first two Hermits arrived; Mumbo and Grian, the two winged troublemakers. Very shortly after followed Iskall. 'Seems like the Architechs came together,’ He thought as he went over to his chair, waiting for the other Hermits to get there.

Sooner rather than later, most of the other hermits were in there, waiting for this.. meeting to start.

In a perpetual state of degeneration, and regeneration..

It hurt.

Joe was unhappy, and they could tell.

Long, sharp claws tapped on the podium as Joe sighed. The room was quiet, still. Joe glanced towards the doorway as the last tw-.. one, walked in. It was Xisuma, and just Xisuma. Without saying a word, he sat down in one of the open chairs. ‘Poor Evil ‘issuma..’ thought Joe, pushing himself off of the podium. ‘If only Xisuma hadn’t banished ‘im’.’ He finished his thought, clearing his throat afterwards.

“Good afternoon, fellow Hermits!” He started, the others still quiet. “I’m a-holdin’ this meetin’, because.. within the last few days, I’ve had two instances where Hermits hurt fellow hermits,” He paused, glancing towards Doc, and Ren, then Cub and Mumbo. “I’m sure y’all know who y’are.” He finished, as Ren’s ears flattened, and Doc sunk down in his chair.

“BUT! It seems like y’guys need to know what mobs your fellow Hermits were exposed to!” He said, the others nodding and murmuring in agreement. “For some, it may be obvious, but for others, it may not. So, with this, let’s all name off the creatures we were overexposed to! I’ll start. I, Joe Hills, was overexposed to withers!” He sat down after, glancing at Xisuma slightly.

Doc said that he had always been exposed to creepers,

Ren said that he always exposed himself to dogs and wolves,

Scar said that he always got exposed to cats,

Stress said that she had exposed herself to polar bears,

Grian had gotten exposed to parrots,

Mumbo had gotten exposed to phantoms, from being AFK a lot,

Iskall got exposed to Endermen, from all the end busting,

False had gotten exposed to nothing yet,

Xisuma got exposed to turtles,

Biffa got exposed to elder guardians,

Cleo got exposed to drowned,

Etho got exposed to cave spiders

Cub got exposed to the Vex,

TFC got exposed to silverfish,

Ą̴̖̺͎͚̺̹̜̥͍ͩ͒͛̓̑̓̄ͮn͋̂̎̓̔ͨ͆͏̗̲̮̟̱̣͓̱d̞͈̣͉͎̟ͤͤͭͣ͑̋ͬ ̝̰̞̲͐ͨ̉ͥ̅̽̈́̚̕͡Ë͕̫́̆̔v̪̪̻͓͎̏̂̎̃̈́̽̐ͮi͇͇͌̅͐͌̓ͭ͛͊́l̖̰̯̝̟̉̀͊͋͆̾̓ͧͥ̕ ̞̭̲͎̝̖̝͗X̴͎̲̖͐͒̏̅́͝i̡̤̦̪͚͖̰̥̽̈͌̃̔̃͆̈́́̀s̹̏̊ͭͪu̲̰̖͖͔͈͖͐͊̅͑̋̒̈̿̚̕͞ͅm̘̐̇͋̇ạ̯͑̔ͭ̐̚͘ ͛̓͑̄̅ͥ͏͈͉̙̯̝̖̪̜͉ẅ̷͍ͧͨͦ͂̀ͮ͞ȁ͈̼͑̇̈͢ş̶͈̦̦̓͛ͦ͐̃ͮ͗̀ ̸̨̨̼̠͔̪͖̙͔̆̌̊̂͂̋̃ĕ̢̠̈̆x̪͔̻̤̃ͪ̒ͫ͗͑̎͛p͎̭͙̆̾͆͛̎ͬ͗ͧ̐͟͟͡o̧̢͚͔̙̭̳̘͆̐̃ͯͯ͒s̻̻̪̬̖͒̂̉̆͂͜e͔̬̼͐̆̊ͫ̈́ͨͣ̂̓͟d̝͙̜̤̘͔̟̾͑͆͛ͣ͜ ̺͈͔̙̩͈̠̗̅̑̿̋̆̍̉̇͟͠ͅt̷̴̻͉̣͓̙̪͇͈ͮ̈́̌̍͊ö̵̙̪̮̝̥̯̻̪́̓̈̀͋̍̐͢͝ͅ ̻̤̹́̏̐̍ͪ̀͝B͙̠̜̙̲́ͤ̑͋̚̕͡l̬̦̩̲̮̬̑ͮ͘͝a̶̬̝̘̟̯͆ͮ̊̾̏͋͜z̴ͪ̀ͯ͐͏͉̯̖̮̫̻̗͈ė̓́̑̆͏̛͇͇̝̹͙͢s̷̱͖̻͇̙̻̱̤ͬ.̛̝̝͓̹͚̇̓ͭ̕

Once the meeting got done, Joe let the other leave whichever way they liked, in which they didn't step on the pressure plate dispenser at the entrance. Tired, groggy, although a little less irritated, he honestly didn't think much of it. Well, he didn't, until he stepped on it on his way out. Getting splashed with the Regeneration II potion, he nearly doubled over in pain.

Backing up against one of the pillars of the building, Joe was trying to ignore the pain. It felt like getting stabbed with 100 serrated knives, getting them taken out, then that going on for at least 16 minutes. It was far too familiar, and he hated it. But before the 16 minutes of agony was over, a message displayed on the screen.

>joehillssays felt hurt and comfort simultaneously.

The world was quiet.

Joe rubbed his eyes as he glanced around in the space, not seeing anything around him. Everything was blank, everything was noiseless, everything was v̝͉̊ơ̴̠̦̮ͬi̞͙̪̗ͫ̑͞ḑ̴̜̻͍͗̃̃͗̌͗̌.͖̟̤̳̬̇̍̈́ͮͣ̎̀ ̶̗̙̈́ͯͧ̾̑̓ͅ. Nonetheless, he walked forward, although his heart was racing and his instincts were telling him don't go. You'll get trapped again. But he went.

 After a while, he ran into a reflection of himself, that wasn't all that convincing. He reached out a claw to get the other’s attention, but the other spoke before he could. “Greetings, Joe!” said He, the clawed one taking a cautious step back. But he didn't say a word. He waved, however, taking note of the other’s unnerving and seemingly permanent smile. In all honesty, it made his stomach churn slightly; did he fall into uncanny valley?

“You're wondering who I am, hm? Well.. that doesn't really matter to you, does it?” He asked, the clawed one shaking his head. He didn't dare speak; just in case he wasn't supposed to. “But, just to unnerve you and ease yer head, I'll answer it for ya,” He paused, glancing slightly at the clawed Joe in front of him, who had now started awkwardly wringing his hands.

“I'm you, but also not you,” Said the mirrored Joe, pausing and knitting his eyebrows. “Does that make sense? Hm.. let me put it this way; there's about..” He paused once more, counting on his fingers. “Five other Joes out there, including me and you. There's me, you, your opposite, your elemental, and the original one. It's a.. little bit hard to explain, but you'll find out.” He said, the possessed one, smile widening again. “Well, it's about time you got back to your own world, Joe! By the way it looks, False has a question for you, and they miss you!” The withered Joe was quiet, and then the mirrored one clapped his hands, and the.. 'dream’ ended.

~

He woke up in his bed, puzzled, to say the least. He subconsciously clawed the covers, glancing at his surroundings. He was at his small seaside home; right next to the Ministry of Truth. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stopped kneading the covers, and got out of bed. Before he did anything after that, he went to go clear the dispenser of any and all health potions, and removed it. He didn't want to have that occurrence again, heck, he didn't even want to think about it! Once he put the original chunk of concrete back in its place, he recreated back into his abode.

Not too much longer after, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” He shouted, putting Athena’s food bowl down after he had filled it. He walked into the main room, somewhat surprised to see False. He tilted his head, glancing at it. “Oh-.. howdy, False! Can I get somethin’ for you?” He asked, as the blonde glanced to the side.

“Ah-.. yeah, actually; I have a question,” She paused, as Joe nodded. “So.. y'know how I’m the only one who hasn't gotten mobbed yet? Well-.. after some careful thinking, I've made a decision.” She stopped, wringing her hands nervously behind her back. “Well, which mob is it, False?” Joe asked, and False cleared her throat before she spoke again.

“I want to be exposed to the Ender Dragon.” She said, and Joe's eyes widened. It was such a simple statement, but yet, he blinked in surprise. “If you don't think I'm serious, Joe, I am. I mean, like—.. you got mobbed by Withers, Biffa got mobbed by Elder Guardians, and In just figured; why not have all three of the bosses!” False explained, grinning in both excitement and bravery.

“False, I-..” Joe paused, thinking of what to say. “..right. And.. I'm assuming you want me go help you n’ such? Because, False, this is very dangerous. We'd have to re-spawn her, and to get you exposed to her without her killing you? That could be impossible. I don't have her language known yet, but..” He paused, pacing around without even noticing it. He chewed thoughtfully on one of his claws, before he came to a decision. “Give me a few days, alright? Then we can start it.” He finished, as False squealed in excitement, and hugged Joe in the process. Stumbling back a tiny bit, Joe hugged back and pat her back gently.

“Thank you, Joe, thank you!” She exclaimed, releasing herself from the hug, before starting to head out the door already. “I’ll go get the End Crystals to re-spawn her!” She said, before running off. Joe let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. He was really going to do this, huh? Well, anyway, it was best of him to go and crack down on learning the dragon’s language, for he would need it for this endeavor.

About a week later, pretty much just what he promised False, the two were ready. Joe had stayed up every night, learning the Ender Dragon’s dialect and language. He had it down packed, and he felt like they could do it. Walking into the stronghold, False hummed quietly. She had full diamond armor on, just in case things got messy, her sword, a trident, and a shulker box to put all her stuff in if needed. Glancing at Joe, she noticed that he had no armor on. “Are you.. not going to have armor?” False asked, and Joe shook his head.

“Nah. Lost it within the first day of the Wither fight, and I didn’t bother to ask anybody for some.. If I die again; then I die again. That’s that.” said he. False opened her mouth to speak again, but she decided against it. “Well.. let’s get to it, shall we?” Joe commented, but, he didn’t get to finish before False hopped into the portal. He followed close after, feeling a slight sense of uneasiness when he arrived in the realm.

“False, slow down!” He yelled after her, quickly running out onto the island after her. She was already at the spawning platform, and she was well too eager to get this done. Finally catching up to her, Joe was out of breath. He leaned against one of the pillars that was already there, catching his breath.

“O-..okay, False, could you hand me the End Crystals, and back up quite a bit, please?” Joe asked, holding out his hand for the crystals. Without hesitation, she gave the crystals to Joe and back up quite a bit. She understood his precautions; the Ender Dragon would be full of rage when she respawned, and if his.. calming methods didn’t work, both of them would be in trouble. She cleared her throat, excited yet, but still somewhat anxious.

Placing the fourth end crystal down, Joe’s hands were somewhat shaky. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he stepped away from the structure, clutching his language book to his chest. As the dragon materialized in the sky, Joe’s steady breathing hitched a bit, as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Millions of thoughts went through his head at that moment, but, the main sentence that was repeating in his head was;

Who’s the man that can conquer death? That’s Joe Hills.

Once the dragon materialized in the air, she let out a loud roar. Although the End was in the void, the wind seemed to howl, blowing False’s and Joe’s heads of hair all around. Taking a step forward, Joe cleared his throat. The massive dragon looked down in his direction, with a stare that could kill. Shakily opening the language book, he flipped through the different pages. Dolphin echolocation, ocelots and cats, wolves and dogs, creepers, zombies, spiders, endermen.. Ah! There it is, the Ender Dragon page. Looking back up at the dragon ruler, he started to speak.

He spoke what he had written down, fearfully hoping that his translations were correct. “Your Highness; we come in peace. I apologise if peace is not what you want; considering you’ve died many times. But I, Joe Hills, come here with my friend False, who wishes to become like you, in a way. As you can see, I share some traits with the boss of the Nether, the Wither. False wishes to do the same. I hope that you can find it in your dragoness heart to let this happen.” He finished, swallowing yet another dry lump in his throat.

The atmosphere seemed to calm down, the dragon’s eyes softening, and her wings came to a slow as she flew over to the ground and landed, the wings folding onto her back after. Glancing back at False, Joe grinned. Excitedly, False ran over, slowing down when she got close. Cautiously, she reached out an arm to the dragon and gently rubbed it against her muzzle. To her and Joe’s surprise, the dragon didn’t reject it, no, she purred very quietly. Looking at False, Joe smiled slightly, and she smiled in return.

“Ah.. I’ll just leave y’two here, for a bit, hm?” Joe questioned, and False nodded. Putting his language book in his satchel, he went towards the portal and hopped in, going back to the Overworld. Escaping the Stronghold through the soul sand bubble column, he unfolded his elytra and started to head home, using a rocket to take off. All the while, he put a message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

Don’t go to the End and kill the Enderdragon until False is back, y’all. She finally chose her mob!

And that’s all he put.

The next week, False had returned from the End, and the first person she visited was Joe. He wasn’t necessarily expecting somebody at his door, to be honest, but was he complaining? Not at all. A few moments after False knocked, Joe opened the door, and it wasn’t that much of a surprise, but she had definitely gained an appearance. Sapphire blue eyes had turned into deep violet ones, she had black patches on her skin, like Joe had, and the two biggest things? She had massive wings that folded up against her back, and a tail that seemed to curl at the end. Joe gasped at the sight of her, both in excitement and surprise. False grinned, and when she grinned, it was apparent that she had gained some fangs. In addition to the wings and tail, she had also gained some horns. They curled at the end, but only into a tiny swirl. Before False could start telling Joe how interesting and surprisingly comforting the dragon was, Joe sent out the message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

False is back, y’all! Feel free to conquer the Ender Dragon once more.

He sent, and then the two chatted for a while. Then, when the conversation was all said and done, False went to go tell the others. Joe sighed.

It had been a long day.

>joehillssays went to bed. Sweet dreams!

#fic #mod wither #joehillssays #docm77 #mumbo jumbo #mumbo #ove!joe #ove!welsknight #overexposed!au #overexposure au #overexposed! joe #overexposed au #sorry it's so long!! im rlly proud of it #:')

[infraarcana]

To My Doll

[You torture me, you devour me, you excite me ♣️]

(you bring me comfort and joy, I've never loved anyone like I do you ♦️)

[My beautiful and most prized possession ♠️]

(my mind, my heart, my entire soul, and my body belongs to you ♥️)

[When you are feeling like you're a monster it breaks my heart ♣️]

(when you touch me I become unhinged, I want more, I'm addicted to your touch ♦️)

[You're deliciously beautiful, every inch, every mark, every scar, every bump, every bruise ♠️]

(i cried for the first time when I was with you last night, my pink turned eyes were brighter than a diamond, my tears were black, I never told you, because I didn't want you to think I was weak, but I am for you ♥️)

[Love is a frightening experience, especially for a man like me ♣️]

(if anyone you are uncomfortable with I will kill them, no one touches my wife without her permission, if you already know who I am, touching her is a deathwish ♦️)

[You tear me apart in the best way possible, oh my love, rip me to shreds ♠️]

(you're also the most adorable and cute thing I've ever seen, I can't help but smile when you're overly emotional about certain subjects, like my in law Queenie and her species ♥️)

[I love being your prince, I love being a part of your alien race now, you're my salvation ♣️]

Please my sweet love cup, my darling, my baby boo, love me forever. I don't know what I'd do without you. I get so depressed thinking of how life was like before I met you. Angel, I can't believe I have you in my life. The way you taste and oh the way you handle guilty humans turns me on so much *SCHWING* I do love seeing you covered in blood, it makes the perfect lubricant for our love making. In both of your parts that I love filling up. I'm holding you right now and I'm never letting you go. No one's gonna take you from me.

I love you Angel, I love you Queen Angelina Christy Morow of Jupiter

*smooch*

Hisoka 🃏

P.S I know how much you love my hair down, enjoy my tasty sweet ♥️

#her magician 🃏

[the-geekenders-blog]

MEET THE CAST OF How I Met My Mother: A Back to the Future Parody Musical!!! ERIN FOSTER - LORRAINE BAINES-MCFLY "I followed you. I've been following you for two days!" Getting to play Lorraine Baines is an absolute dream come true for Erin, as Back To The Future is her favourite movie trilogy of all time! Erin has been involved with Geekenders ever since "Jurassic Parody: The Musical", and has appeared in almost every Geekenders show since! She does burlesque as "Kitty Glitter", and recently joined the Geekenders Board as an Associate Producer. She also choreographs for theatre companies around town, and produces many of Geekenders variety burlesque nights, such as "Lord of the Schwings" and "Mischief Managed: Harry Potter Burlesque". Select musical theatre credits include "Tracy Turnblad" (Hairspray - TUTS), "Columbia" (The Rocky Horror Show - Geekenders), "Janine the Velocitapper" (Jurassic Parody - Geekenders), and "Little Sally" (Urinetown - Vanier Players). Thank you to Geekenders for this exciting opportunity, and to Ross for always supporting her and being the best partner she could ever ask for. Tickets available at http://riotheatretickets.ca/

#how i met my mother #geekenders #back to the future

[todokori-kun]

The

 queen is back and I’m so freaking happy <3

‘annoyed’ nothing you say is annoying ok, I’m actually just really relieved and happy that I’m helping in any way at all. Also you listen to my rambling all the time and you supported me with my anxiety (you have no idea how much our convos helped after I first saw a doctor about it and was feeling really confused about what to do) so ‘what did I do to deserve you’ is probably what I should be saying to you.

Tbh when things are as serious as you’ve described then you’re definitely not overreacting. Like I said before, I’m always ready to listen/talk when you need to. And you don’t have to stress about replies; I honestly don’t mind at all as long as you’re ok.

Thank you Queen Luna you’re the best ;-;

Also, good news and bad news:

Bad news- A bit after I sent the last message mom apparently found out about Tumblr and decided that I probably shouldn’t get an account here because of all the NSFW content. I get why she’s worried so I guess I won’t be getting an account here for a while.

Good news- HOWEVER, I was chatting with someone on ao3 and they asked if we could move our convo somewhere else. They recommended something called Discord so I got an account there. If you’ve never heard of Discord it’s basically a voice and text chat system usually used by gamers, but it seems to be pretty popular among non-gamers too. PMing is possible there :D (The only flaw is that you can’t send very long messages, so you have to send multiple short ones, which is a bit annoying…but otherwise it’s pretty neat so maybe we can try it if you’re ok with that?)

XD yeah that’s actually pretty accurate.

*reads Luna’s message*

*inhale*

UM. DO YOU HAvE ANY IDEA HOW AMAZING YOU ARE. LET ME TRY TO BE A GOOD, SUPPORTIVE FRIEND AND TELL YOU

Yep it was one of the grossest things that ever happened to me OTL I’m still swimming but I’m taking a long break right now- a break that started because my little sister broke her toe and we were basically stuck at home taking care of her (the pool is a bit far for me to go on my own so if mom’s stuck at home so am I), and then got longer because the pool’s old and some things had to be ‘fixed’, and then got even longer because my coach is getting married (just reread that and realized that I sound super annoyed, I’m actually not, I have no problem with my coach getting married XD). I’ll probably start again around next month, though :)

Thanks ^^

Oooh are you a comic fan??? I haven’t read any superhero comics because there seem to be so many AUs(?)/different timelines so trying to figure out where to start is really confusing, plus I actually sorta prefer manga/manhwa art styles (not that wester comics are bad- a lot of them have really good art too, I just personally prefer the manga/manhwa styles (especially for the panels). Also the ecchi-ish costumes/anatomy for almost every single female superhero gets a bit ridiculous sometimes lol). Some of them seem really fun, though, and I’d like to try them out someday…

It’s really cool that you’ve been a fan of T'challa for so long, it must’ve been even more exciting to see him in the movie :D

Imagine everyone watching The Winter Soldier together. Then the  'brainwashed bucky’ scenes start.

Illumi: *stares intently at the screen*

Illumi: I see no problem with this.

Watching Civil War and Leorio goes Dad Mode and covers Gon’s and Killua’s eyes when Hisoka starts making…innappropriate…noises during the fight scenes

(Hisoka low-key writing reader insert lemons about various MCU heroes. Most likely Natasha (because she’s a lot like Machi, his only female crush so far), Bruce (how Hisoka would love to unleash the beast), Thor (he’s a literal GOD imagine how badly he could mess Hisoka up *schwing*), Wanda, and Vision (he probably liked Loki too before Loki got beat up by the Hulk and Hisoka was like ‘oh I have a new senpai’)

Then Illumi gets Milluki (his tech genius little brother) to hack into Hisoka’s computer for info and is like 'what is this Hisoka I do not understand why you derive pleasure from this trash’)

Everyone thinks Gon should relate to Tony on a personal level but he doesn’t, because despite being a sunshine angel he’s also a freaking weird kid who doesn’t hate Ging. At all. (Though that might have something to do with the fact that he doesn’t even consider Ging his parent in the first place; he never even calls him 'dad’ or 'my father’)

Killua, on the other hand, relates to Bucky a bit too much and thinks HYDRA is basically the Zoldyck family.

Everybody’s Team Cap except for Illumi, who’s Team Iron Man (“Why would you want to break the rules?”), and then Hisoka randomly shows up like 'Team Hulk ;)’

Every time Howard Stark is mentioned everyone just stares at Ging, who shifts uncomfortably

(Yeah did I tell you about the time Leorio punched Ging for being a trash dad?)

OMG. Thank you for that. I’ve seen a lot of 'Hisoka as the clown from the 'It’ movie’ posts on tumblr but never any fanart for that idea. Run, Gon. Run.

I’m considering teaching myself to animate just to make those animatics XD

(Also, random thing: it’s Chuseok over here (basically like the Korean version of Thanksgiving, I guess?) and usually, people recieve money from older relatives during holidays like this in Korea. I got about 80 dollars (50 from my maternal grandparents, 10 from my paternal grandfather and 20 from my uncle) so I’m debating on what to spend it on: It’s either a tablet so I can learn how to do digital art (I’m thinking about polishing my drawing skills for a while and then making a webcomic. My parents support this so they’re willing to pay a little extra for a tablet) or a ukulele (I like the piano but I realized a while ago that it’d be great to have an instrument that I can carry around, so I did some research and the ukulele seems good. I really like the sound so I’m willing to put some effort into learning it). Idk which one I should choose, though. Technically the tablet should be my priority but I also like the ukulele…

(and idek why I mentioned this either, guess the talk about animating reminded me of the tablet lol))

I thrive on angst. Tragedy fuels me. (But tbh HxH is a LOT darker than I was prepared for. I’m currently shipping an ant king with a genius human girl and I know from spoilers that they’re both going to die)

Yeah, she’s alive :D but apparently Kaneki is now 'dead’ (though I don’t think he is really, if Ishida kills him off now (after all the stuff with Hide? All the character development Ken hasn’t gotten yet? When he still hasn’t talked about anything with Shuu or Hinami or even Akira?) and gives us a new protagonist or something I might finally rage-quit this series.

Or not, since with all the Touken stuff and Kaneki being sorta insensitive ever since he became the OEK…maybe a new protagonist is what we need?). I was liking all the parallels with Arima in the first series until this, because it was just…um. I think my main problem with the whole thing is the freakng PACING because it just feels so clunky and awkward. This is probably one of those chapters that will be really good if Ishida somehow manages to connect it with the next chapters and has everything make sense later, but if he doesn’t do it well it’s going to suck forever OTL

At least TG finally confirmed Naki’s death, though. I mean, the ideal situation for me is if he never died in the first place, but at least a confirmed death is better than Ishida suddenly bringing him back to life after that panel with Yamori. And his death scene was handled well. (Now please just tell me that he, Kanae and Hairu aren’t coming back as Kanou-Furuta zombies and I will be semi-satisfied)

Also AOT if you haven’t read the new chapter yet spoilers but

(The-Reiner-Eren reunion I HAVE WAITED SO. LONG FOR THIS

Also Eren’s grandad ;-;

And maybe we’ll finally be seeing Annie again soon since she’s been appearing in so many flashbacks and Reiner’s probably going to ask about her if he and Eren get to actually talk

Love those hints about something finally starting to change

ANOTHER PERSON FROM MIKASA’S CLAN? I hope we see this lady again, she’s lovely

I can’t believe how much the art has improved, it actually looks GOOD now 0.0)

Aw, that’s ok! I’ll be looking forward to seeing it when you get a new skirt :D

Yeah, I’m really excited for OC’s name too…must be something important if they’re keeping it hidden for this long. I guess it’s French (or a word from some other non-English language) since 'Ciel’ is French for 'Sky’…and it probably has a meaning related to the sky since they’re twins. Idk. Maybe it’s the word for 'star’ ('etoile’) since stars are also a big thing in this arc?

Looking forward to your reaction! I haven’t read the novel yet but from what I know it sounds great :D (also I cannot resist the L + Naomi duo even if they never actually interacted in manga/anime canon)

Btw, is it ok if I ask how far you’ve gotten with the DN anime?

(Also fun fact: Ryuk was originally designed to look like a handsome young man (an 'attractive rock star’, in the words of DN’s creators. You can find a pic of his original design on google). His design was changed because the creators felt like he was overshadowing Light XD

But also, I just found a post on tumblr that said Takeshi Obata (DN’s artist) mentioned that Ryuk’s face in canon could just be a mask to hide his true appearance…which means that he could technically still look like that in canon. Wow. I actually think I have the book where it says Obata mentioned that, I have to go and check it now lol)

Watch it if you dare and prepare to weep over all the wasted potential, because now that I read/watch more about it I guess the saddest thing is that it COULD have been great. I mean, like I said, the visuals are REALLY good, L’s actor could have been a good L if not for the bad script, Ryuk’s actor/design were also super great (it’s just his role in the movie and his motivations they messed up ;-;)…

I don’t watch Avatar (I’d like to when I have the time, though, because it seems like a great show) but I’ve heard of that movie and tbh I can’t even.

Ty :D (Ayy the queen said I’d make a cute Peridot *fangirls*

You’re also my closest friend right now and I love talking to you so much <3 thank you for everything Luna.)

See this is why you’re awesome. Thank you so much ;-; (and what, did Queen Luna mention me to her parents. Did I make a good impression. Omg. (jk, jk lol))

Also: I’d like to rec a song to you, it’s called 'Lovely’ by Twenty One Pilots :D

Oh look I actually replied within a week :’)

OK ILL START W DISORD BC IM EXCITE. I already have one, from a while ago, my # is 5773! So add me whenever you want ^^ ((But please just send me a short message here, cause I turned notifs off for it, so i can turn them on again ^^)) Well, uh, here’s the thing about short messages.  If a site/app has an instant message feature, you can bet I’ll be the one to split a sentence into 10 separate messages for dramatic effect… So, uh, prepare to have 42 new messages instead of like 4 waiting when you open the app ^^

I never ever ever have any problems with listening to you. I just appreciate you’re comfortable enough with me to be able to come to me. Honestly, I truly appreciate you in my life, especially considering that you can always reassure me with your words ^^ Truly a writer’s talent :p

Well, I’m going to a psychologist soon, so we’ll see what they’ll say. Idk tho, I dont think I even care anymore. I just want this stomach thing to pass as soon as possible.

Ouch, I hope your sister is better now… I’ve never broken anything so I wouldn’t know the feeling. Aww, coaches getting married is actually the cutest thing ever XD My archery coach got married a few years back and she was practically glowing.  Ah, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have a particular stroke you specialise in or do you just swim everything? 

I could say the same about comic/manga styles. Tbh, I don’t really consider myself a comic fan? When I was a kid, I used to buy the children’s comics to ward off boredom, but never really continued after I got into reading actual books. Black Panther happened to be among those comics and I remembered him when they mentioned T’Challa in CW. I wonder if i still have those old comics somewhere… But yeah, i was pretty excited when they mentioned him XD

That viewing actually sounds amazing… I get the feeling they’d all want to do an in depth analyzation of the characters? (But idk i don’t really know the characters that well) except for Hisoka, who’s probably just schwinging around being creepy per usual. I’m torn between wanting to read those lemons and just backing the fuck away…. Probably read like a paragraph and then set everything on fire. Yeah, that sounds good. 

I presume you’re not gonna watch IT? Random, but i thought of it bc of the fanart… Tbh I won’t watch it either. I’ve never watched a single horror movie in my life and i intend to keep it that way. Unless you count Coraline as horror, which I actually would in some ways? Idk tho, that movie traumatised me. Not even joking when I say I occasionally have nightmares related to it. Advice; if you haven’t, DO NOT WATCH CORALINE. Don’t be fooled by the fact that it’s a cartoon. I mean 9 is a cartoon, but it’s also freaking dark. HAPPY TREE FRIENDS IS A CARTOON AND I WOULDNT TOUCH THE VIDEOS WITH A 9 FOOT POLE.  Long story short, cartoons are not a joke.

For some reason I confused the Ukulele with a Lute and was like ‘I’m not gonna judge, but… why?’ then i actually googled it and realised I’m an idiot.  But, um, I can’t say anything other than it’s your choice and you should do whatever would make you happier? There’s that trick of throwing a penny in the air and if you’re disappointed when it lands heads/tails, you know you want the other one. Idk, tho, both options sound equally nice!

… HxH gets weirder every time you tell me about it

KANEKI IS WHAT NOW Um, okay then.... alrighty...

guess who dropped TG again

WELL FUCK IM SCREAMING ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTER WHOAH EREN’T GRAMPA WHOAH THE REUNION However, the best part is Reiner acting like a dad during the festival

Oooh Etoile would be interesting!

I’m still at the ep where L dies ;-; I haven’t had the time to move forward, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to watch some during this weekend

Well, uh. My mom came into my room while I was writing this and had to ask me why i was crying (I’m pretty sure she thought I was having one of my all-time-lows again). The reason why I was actually crying? The song. Words can’t express my gratitude. I’d download it, but tbh I feel like I’ll start ugly sobbing again every time I listen to it...

random note, i started going to school by train! It’s actually a lot nicer than the bus and cheaper XD Idk why i put this here but yay

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Vera Black

Article by Victoria Laurey

Photo by Denson Baker

The late 60's belonged to the sounds of Jimi Hendrix's guitar and the prodigious voice of Janis Joplin, that would soon bring these two forces together. The place...Max Yasgur's dairy farm near the hamlet of White Lake in the town of Bethel, New York where a 3-day concert took place. During the sometimes rainy weekend, thirty-two acts performed outdoors in front of 500,000 concert-goers. It is widely regarded as one of the greatest and most pivotal moments in popular music history and was listed among Rolling Stone's 50 Moments That Changed the History of Rock and Roll. That pivotal moment was no other than Woodstock.

Now, here comes New Zealand born singer/songwriter, Vera Black, who has a unique heart-felt style of Folk/Soul/Rock, as she instills in her own "Modern Woodstock", to produce real music with real meaning. This unique beauty (formally known as Amanda Baker) now graces us with her gut-wrenching and mesmerizing tone in the musical scriptures that she delivers. After touring the world with her 6-piece band, it's no wonder that this Australian beauty takes us on a journey through the life of "peace, love, music, and feathers." I can honestly say when I heard this girl wale, her essence had taken me back to Wayne's World, where that 1992 audience fallen in love with "Cassandra". Black will make you go "Schwing!" soon as that first note hits waves onto your speakers. With her hit "The Fool", we would a fool not to keep our ears peeled to this Queen of feathers and life.

You are compared to two of my favorite artist such as Annie Lennox and Janis Joplin. What about these eccentric artist that inspired your particular sound?

The music I have listened to over my entire lifetime has inspired the sound I have today, I love so many different types of music, I love great singers. In regards to Lennox and Joplin, they are two passionate women and the message is clear, they have unbelievable voices and they are prepared to use them, to tell a story and tell it with maturity and conviction. This is how I hope to communicate with my music.

"The Fool" is such a beautiful and powerful song that defines so many relationships. How does this song reflect to your own experiences?

Well, I did write this song for a dear friend of mine who was going through a bad break up, I wrote it and sang it to her, to say “hey I know how you feel, and if you could put it in a song, it would sound a little something like this.” I would be lying if I said the experience didn’t come from me first. I’ve had my fair share of shitty relationships, I tend to talk very little about it, but write about it, it make’s for great venting and allows you to get on with your life.

"The Waiting City" was a film you had the chance of writing the song "The Beauty of Life" - that was performed by Isabel Lucas and Joel Edgerton- who play musicians in the film. Can you remember your initial reaction to watching that particular scene?

It’s always strange seeing someone else’s interpretation of your work, I remember thinking, you write a whole song and 15 seconds end up in the film! But it was a great experience, just having to work to a ‘brief’ and a set of guidelines makes for an interesting change in the way I normally write. This film was written and directed by my sister-in-law, Claire McCarthy and shot by my brother, cinematographer, Denson Baker ACS. I felt so proud to be apart of an Australian feature with the involvement of my brother and sister.

After performing in the Led Zepplin tribute tour around NSW with some of Australia's best musicians and vocalists, was it a challenge to sing the songs to their perfection, due in part to the people’s songs you were performing? Which songs were your favorite to take on?

It was a challenge I really enjoyed. Led Zeppelin is one of my all time favorites. I did my own take on the songs rather than trying to match up to the great Robert Plant. I opened the show with Rock & Roll, it was cool, 'coz I think the audience is always expecting some guy to come running out looking and sounding just like Plant, but surprise….. it’s me! I loved doing ‘All of my Love’, nothing beats singing with a full string section. ‘Battle of Evermore’ is such a great song, I sang the female part once sung by Najma Akhtar.

What are your top 5 songs you cannot live without? Why?

That is a very hard question….‘The End’ by The Doors would be up there…it’s the feeling I get when I listen to it…when I hear it, it’s mystical and spiritual, the tone of Jim’s voice hits that spot for me. ‘Push it’ by Salt & Pepper, I can’t imagine what life would be like without ‘Push it’. 'Lifeline' by Ben Harper, it’s simple, beautiful, it makes me think and more importantly, it makes me feel something, reminds you that your human. ‘Big Love’ by Lindsay Buckingham. He is one of my favorite songwriters, along with Stevie. The guitar alone is awesome. I once gave this to a new guitarist I was working with and told him we were going to play this song and he had to learn it. I was just kidding, but the next week he came back and he had learnt it and he was playing it perfectly, so we had to add it to our set. ‘The River Song’ by Dennis Wilson. I remember the first time I heard this song, My heart started beating really fast and my palms were sweaty, I thought….. I want to write music like that. I’m such a sucker for a Gospel Choir, which is where I started singing, in a choir.

Favorite poem or quote that you live by?

“I’m not here to be a princess, I’m here to be the Queen” Quote by Vera Black

The one instrument you wish you knew how to play?

I can play a little bit of a few instruments, enough to write songs, but I wish I was freakishly talented at piano. I would also love to be able to shred an epic guitar solo.

Did you grow up in an artistic household?

My Dad is a great story-teller and writer, almost every night we would sit around the table, eating dinner and listen to my Dad tell stories, some funny, some scary, it really encouraged our imagination. He also had great taste in music, he would often turn on ACDC’s ‘Thunderstruck’, in the morning, as loud as our little stereo could handle and head off out the door to work, it was his way of getting us up and ready for school. My mum was a ballet dancer. When I was young I would go to my Mum’s ballet class and watch, I didn’t like listening to that at daggy piano recitals they would dance to, so I would take along my cassette walkman and listen to Maxi Priest or Madonna. My brother, being a cinematographer, he has always had a camera in his hand and I was most of the time, more than willing to get in front of it. He was always making some kind of movie, or commercial about some made up product. He would often experiment with filters and gels even in his early teens, he had such patience for getting the perfect shot, he still does. My brother and I both did theatre. I performed quite a bit in musicals and I was also a dancer and dance teacher for some time.

Have you ever considered yourself as a girly girl or tomboy when it comes to your sense of style?

Definitely a tomboy, from when I was very young, I would wear a baseball cap and dressed very boyish. I always preferred hanging out with boys and being competitive, I always wanted to ‘one up’ them. I was also in the Scouts with my brother for a while, the only girl in the group. Even now you will barely see me in a dress, I love my jeans, leather pants, shirt’s with flared sleeves and waistcoats. I love wearing clothes that make me feel like a strong, sexy woman, clothes I can confidently move and dance around in and not be self conscious that my butt crack will show or boob will fall out. I love the art of dressing sexy but only revealing a little and leaving the rest up to the imagination, sometimes that can be much more of a turn on. I’m a big fan of the styles worn by Jim Morrison, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Johnny Depp, then I just add a bit of soft rock feathers, I love a look that’s timeless.

Are there any negative messages in music today you wish would change?

There are, but people need to make their own choices for what they listen to and buy. I bring a message of Peace, Love, Music and Feathers, it’s so much easier to love than it is to hate place.

Now. my family heritage is African American and Cherokee and I see that you make your own featured head-piece. Can you describe the process on how you created your own?

I come from a Maori Heritage, native to New Zealand and they too wore feathers. I just love feathers. All the different tribes and everyday people that wear them and their reasons for wearing them, and what it means to wear certain feathers. I am so fascinated with how feathers are formed and the amazing colors that are magically created. I kind of stumbled upon it, I had always worn feathers and my last trip through the States I saw some amazing feather work, it was so inspiring I started making more of my own feather pieces that represented me and my style. I wanted to make feather pieces that didn’t just look beautiful being worn around your head or down your hair, but could be worn as a necklace, attached to a waistcoat, belt or even just hanging on your bedroom door knob, it oozes great energy where ever it’s worn or hanging. I loved the whole idea of feather hair clips and I was often wearing a braided leather headband, so I combined the two. Whilst you can still take off the leather band and wear it as a hair clip, it can be looped onto a leather band and be worn numerous ways.

Tell me your inspiration behind your feather designs.

I am a big fan of the ‘Woodstock Era’. I’m sure I was there in another lifetime. I loved the style and what they believed in, I love the music and how it made everyone feel. The braided leather band represents that for me, freedom, love, peace, music…then all you need is feathers, to me feathers also represents this. I think what the Native American’s have done with feathers, is the most amazing feather work I have ever seen. I think anyone else who works with feathers will say they are inspired or influenced by the Native American style, I love it. I was very inspired after visiting Santa Fe, and the designs I saw, I started making dream-catchers when I got back to Sydney. I would really love to visit one of the tribes there, if they will have me, and teach me how to make a Native American head-dress. Through trial and error of figuring out how the feathers would best sit and fall I finally came up with some set designs that worked really well. Each piece to have it’s own personality, I would wake up in the morning and imagine what feather colors I was going to mix together, what twine and beading would match, and who it would look cool wearing it.

Who do you see wearing your designs?

I made quite a few pieces for Angus and Julia Stone for a music video shoot. They really suit feathers and wear them so well. I also made some for actress Isabel Lucas, I met Isabel from doing ‘The Waiting City’. She saw what I had made some for Angus and Julia and asked if I would design some especially for her. I really enjoyed making those for her, Isabel is the perfect example of who looks great wearing feathers. She wear’s them really well and looks absolutely gorgeous. I would love to see Nicole Ritchie wear my feathers, she suits this look really well. I would love to design special pieces for Stevie Nicks, Steven Tyler and Keith Richards. It’s the down to Earth girls and guys, that are conscious of the world around them that best suit feathers, they are not for the material girls, it would look too much like your trying to be fashionable. If you’re going to wear them you have to mean it.

Do you have a name for each of head-pieces you have made?

Funny you should ask, I did start out naming them, I had one feather head-piece that I attached little silver spoons to, I called it “Reese Featherspoon”. I started getting faster at making them and had to make a lot to have enough to sell each week, I could barely keep up with demands. I did get attached to them, so naming would have just made the attachment worse.

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Fic gift for Emily from Wiinterking

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Hi Emily! Sorry your gift is a little late (I’ve been working a lot rip). Wrecker crew holiday shenanigans, as per request c:

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The sky glowed an eerie yellow color, bathing the already depressingly brown landscape outside Jasper, Nevada, in an ugly light. The sky was heavily shrouded by thick clouds, and it was impossible to tell what time of day it was. For all Bulkhead knew, he had been driving down the old paved road through the desert for years. Everything felt liminal in this atmosphere.

It reminded him a bit of the way things were on Cybertron just before an acid storm. He quelled the uneasiness that thought brought up quickly; the only thing that precipitated on Earth was water. It was annoying if you stood in it too long, but otherwise it was harmless.

“No, I don’t need a ride home.” Miko was yammering away into her little pink cellphone. She had been going back and forth with her host parents for the entire ride from Jasper. “You’ve seen the big green truck my uh, friends have! We’re totally fine.”

It was late December, and it had been snowing lightly for a week or two now. Snow plows worked tirelessly in the town of Jasper proper; out here on the back roads they only scraped the road at dawn and dusk. Not that it mattered; Bulkhead was much heavier than an average car, after all, so the ice on the pavement wasn’t much of an issue for him. Nevertheless, he had taken extra care to make sure Miko buckled up- he could survive rolling off the road, but she might not if she got tossed about in his cab.

“Ten?” She was saying now, clearly offended by the number. Bulkhead rolled on silently. “That’s so early! We’re not even in school right now! What about like, 12?”

“Ten.” Bulkhead whispered through his speakers.

Miko heaved a sigh as dramatic as any he had ever seen, but after a few moments she relented. “Fine.” She said glumly. “I’ll be home by ten-thirty. Yeah. Okay. Bye!” Her phone flipped shut with a tinny clack and a jingle from her phone charm.

Bulkhead had never met her host parents, obviously, but he respected their patience.

“So!” Miko folded her arms behind her head, and surveyed the landscape rolling by outside Bulkhead’s window. “We got a whole day to do whatever we want, big guy!”

“I recorded the last Slash Monkey concert they aired on TV?” He offered.

“Nice.”

It wasn’t much longer before they reached the base, Miko chattering away at him the whole time. It finally started to snow again as they rolled up on the secret entrance; privately, Bulkhead hoped it wouldn’t pile up too much before he had to take Miko home that night. He could make it in whatever weather this planet could throw at him, sure, but that didn’t mean he wanted to have to slog through several inches of frozen water. And the road salt. Ugh.

Arcee greeted them as they pulled in. None of the other bots were anywhere to be seen- most likely on patrol or escaping the coldness of winter inside their private quarters.

“Ar-cee!” Miko sang as she hopped out of Bulkhead’s cab. “How’s it hanging?”

“Hey, Miko.” Arcee greeted, looking a little distracted. “Happy, uh- I forget what it’s called.”

“Christmas.” Miko supplied, removing a cardboard box from Bulkhead’s back seat. She stumbled a bit under its weight before she rebalanced it in her arms. “And Christmas is tomorrow, but my host family wants me to stay home and do holiday stuff with them all day. Snore.”

Bulkhead transformed and watched his human charge stumble across the base’s floor with passive interest. She dropped it next to the couch and immediately started rummaging through it.

“I guess Jack and Raf won’t be back free for another couple of days, then?” Arcee asked.

“Nope. Jack’s grandparents are still in town, and Raf is in like, Arizona or something.” Miko waved her hand in dismissal, before pulling out the bucket of fried chicken she had demanded Bulkhead take her to a drivethru for.

Arcee, who seemed more bewildered with each thing the human pulled out of the box, shook her head. “I’ll let you to have at it, I’m going on patrol.”

Miko immediately stopped unpacking to turn her sad puppy-dog eyes on the motorcycle. “What? You’re not leaving, are you? We have holiday fun times planned!”

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Arcee reassured her quickly. “You’ll be here all day, right? I’ll hang out in a bit.”

Grumpily, Miko turned back to her box. “Fine. But don’t go running off!”

“I won’t.” Arcee said. She turned towards the tunnel, but gave Bulkhead a knowing look before she transformed. “Try not to have too much fun without me.” She muttered.

Bulkhead grimaced at her in response, and a moment later she was roaring off down the tunnel out of the base. Bulkhead exvented softly. As high-energy as Miko could be, he had never (necessarily) led him astray when it came to Earth culture before. After all, rock bands and monster truck rallies had been right up his alley- and if Miko wanted to celebrate an Earth holiday with him, how bad could it be?

“Now, we don’t really do a whole lotta Christmas stuff in Japan,” She was saying, and Bulkhead clomped across the room to peak over her shoulder. “But I got the basics down. Plus, Americans go crazy for this holiday, so it’s easy enough to get what you need.”

She spun on her heel, and held up a string of lights that Bulkhead had seen decorating several buildings in Jasper this last month. “The first part of Christmas is decorating.”

In theory, this didn’t sound so bad, but Bulkhead quickly realized that Miko wasn’t stringing the lights up around the bunker- she was advancing towards him, with the lights outstretched in her arms and a mischievous glint in her eye. He had only taken a single wary step backwards when the sound of the elevator from the roof of the base reached him.

“Wait!” He cried, a little more nervously than he intended. He cleared his vocalizer with a short cough. “I think my present for you is here.”

Miko stopped in her tracks, a look of shock coloring her features for a moment before it stretched into pure joy. “You got me a present? What did you get me? Do Autobots even have money?”

“We don’t.” Bulkhead regrettably informed her. There had been some sweet stuff online that he had wanted but- no. Best not to dwell. “But you’re easy to shop for.”

Miko looked like she might protest at the notion that she was easy to read, but at that moment her present walked through the door, holding a gift of his own.

“Surprise.” Wheeljack threw his arms out to his sides dramatically.

“Wheeljack!” Miko cried, jumping off the couch to run to him. “Oh my gosh! Bulkhead, you got me Wheeljack for Christmas?”

“You’re welcome.” Bulkhead said smugly, pleased with the human’s reaction. He wasn’t really into whatever holiday traditions humans had- and they had a lot of them- but when Raf had explained the gift-giving part of Christmas, he knew he had to call in his Wrecker bud. He figured he couldn’t buy anything that would make Miko happier than that- and it seemed he had been right.

“Good to see you, kid. I got you a- get off my ankle, thanks- I got you a present too.” He lowered the box to her level, and she snatched it greedily in her excitement.

“What is it?”

“Just open it.”

She did as she was bade, taking a moment to figure out how to unlatch the oddly made Cybertronian box. When she finally got it open, Bulkhead furrowed his brow ridges at what he saw inside.

“A sword!”

“Jackie…” Bulkhead warned, but it was obviously too late- he couldn’t bear to take the thing away from her now that she had seen it.

“Merry Christmas.” He told Miko gleefully as she began to swing the sword around her head. “And what? She can handle it.”

“Humans are more fragile than us, Jackie.” Bulkhead said, lowering his voice so Miko couldn’t hear him over the sound of the schwing noise she was making as she sliced experimentally through the air. “She could… cut herself or something.”

“Well, that’ll be an important life lesson, then.”

Bulkhead sighed.

They watched Miko do some exaggerated moves with her new sword- which was, to Bulkhead’s chagrin, fully functional- and Wheeljack promised to show her how to use it properly. This went on for a few minutes before she suddenly froze mid-swing.

“Wait!” She cried. She set her sword down in its box carefully and jogged back over to the box of supplies she had brought with her, and dragged out one of the strings of lights. Bulkhead felt his energon pump sink a little bit. “I’m forgetting the most important part of Christmas! Decorating.”

“What are we decorating?” Wheeljack asked.

His question was met with silence. Miko grinned at him, holding the string of lights out in front of her, and glanced at Bulkhead. Wheeljack glanced between them a few times before something seemed to click for him, a smirk overtaking his face.

“You know.” Bulkhead said, no longer bothering to fight Miko’s whims. “I think this is the last human holiday I’m going to celebrate.”

#wiinterking #queenflara #fic gift #Wreckers #Wheeljack #Bulkhead #Miko #submission

[burgaholic]

AJ Bombers

Currently listening to “20 Years From Now” by New Found Glory.

After spending a small chunk of my life in Chicago, this Texas boy slowly became very fond of the Midwest. Actually, while in Wrigleyville they say, my heart grew three sizes that day. Since then, I’ve embraced their cold winters, insane accents, and the fact that inhaling fried cheese curds and pop is simply just a way of life. This newfound glory of adoration lead me straight to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Coming in, the only thing I knew about this city is that the French missionaries and explorers were coming to Milwaukee as early as the late 1600’s to trade with Native Americans, and it’s actually pronounced “Mill-e-wah-que”, which is Algonquin for “the good land”. Schwing! All jokes aside, Milwaukee is a super fun, sports loving town with a ton to offer. The downtown area is host to many unique restaurants and bars, including one of my favorite place to pop in to eat local cheese and drink local beer, Uber Tap Room & Cheese Bar. Keep in mind, this is all just a stones throw away from the headquarters and brewery of the holy beer mecca, Pabst Blue Ribbon, which definitely deserves a visit of it’s own. After all this day drinking I definitely needed to put something in my stomach, and the only thing that would fit the bill was a burger of epic proportions. After a quick scan of the land, I settled on a popular burger joint called AJ Bombers. Check it out!

Right when you walk into AJ’s you feel the warm, fun, welcoming environment. The walls are covered in aviation décor, which is a nice compliment to the industrial look of the exposed bricks, wooden booths, and painted steel tubing. On this particular Sunday, the game was blaring, the hungry patrons were chattering, and the explosive, crashing sound of bombs filled the room. Okay, I know you’re ripping your hair out and furiously yelling at your screen right now. “WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE THESE BOMBS YOU’RE SPEAKING OF? DID DONALD TRUMPSTER FIRE ALREADY START WWIII WITH ROCKET MAN??”. No. Not yet at least. These signature bombs are what makes this place unique. The bartender fills up these torpedo-like contraptions with peanuts and sends them soaring over to to random tables on a track system, all throughout this multilayered burgatory. Once it reaches the table and hits it’s target, the trap doors on the bottom open up and drop the cargo, sending them through a chute and into a bowl for your peanut eating pleasure. After I had soaked all of this in, I plopped down at the bar and knew I needed something delicious and local to quench my thirst. I settled on Green Bay’s very own Hinterland Maple Bock, which had a rich roasted malt flavor and a subtle hint of maple. It was perfect for the cool weather outside. After a few of those I decided to switch gears, put on my racing gloves, and enter myself into the Day Drinking 500. For longevity, I needed something lighter and cheaper with a bit of pizzazz. Enter Stage Right: The Schlitz Tall Boy. As far as food goes, I had done a bit of research before coming to AJB and I knew exactly what I was in store for. Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present the Bomber Burger.

They say the Bomber Burger is 100 foot tall and could win a fist fight with King Kong. Just kidding. No one has said that, but I’d be willing to start the rumor. The BB was loaded with a 1/4” pound custom blend of freshly ground beef, American cheese, bacon, lettuce, fresh jalapeno, mayo, and a fried egg, all topped with a jaw dropping (literally) deep fried mushroom / cheese bomber patty, in between two super soft buns. This is by the far the biggest burger that I have ever encountered. After I squashed the burg and unhinged my mouth from my face, I was able to bite into the beast. The first bit of shrapnel I tasted from this explosion of flavor was the bomb itself. This cheese stuffed shroom tasted like every bit of comfort food wrapped into one. Perfectly fried and crunchy on the outside, and a gooey, savory mess on the inside that consisted of portobello, Wisconsin cheddar, and Muenster cheese. The ¼ pound patty was tender and flawlessy seasoned. In Wisconsin, more cheese is always welcomed. The American cheese on top combined with the thinner style patty sends you straight into classic burger nostalgia, combining the best of past and present fun between buns. The bacon added a smokey layer that helped to intensify every bite. The fresh jalapenos are always a must in my book. The snap and the spice have become an old friend of mine that has an almost permanent residency in my mouth house. I might have got a little too carried away when I added the fried egg. It’s always a great addition to any meal, but this burger might as well be playing for FC Barcelona because it was Messi. I think the onion straws as a side weren’t really my favorite, but this insane sangwich and fried cheese curd appetizer are something I am constantly dreaming about. The Bomber Burger is getting air raided with 5 of 5 burgz.

I’m just scaling the tip of the iceberg when it comes to knowing my way around Milwaukee, but I always have a fantastic time while I’m here. I know I’ll be back to try and drink all the PBR in the city, and I know I’ll be back to AJ Bombers to dine like a king. I suggest you do the same!

AJ Bombers

1247 N. Water Street

Milwaukee, WI 53202

www.ajbombers.com

#burger #hamburger #cheeseburger #burgerporn #foodporn #travel #foodie #blogger #milwaukee #wisconsin #cheese #ajbombers

[midwesttiltking-blog]

10- Plain Speaking

Last installment was the sad story of Garrett’s demise. as we found out last time Klint is the villain, this week we get a small window into what he’s been doing. Hope you like it! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The abandoned GM plant in Lansing was fully lit and hummed with production. The parking lot was as empty as it ever was. Inside up-to-date robots and conveyors stretched from end to end of the plant floor. No employee walked the floor but production continued on at full speed. The body assembly area had been completely re-purposed creating machines of variable shape and size. Inside the main office two humans sat chatting. A man and a woman, the man wearing a suit with a scarf, his hair slicked back, he stood tall and slender. His hands clasped behind his back looking onto the production floor.

“I just don’t understand. Why do they resist? Why do they not see the truth and power of my knowledge?”

The woman laid out on a couch with a GameCube controller in hand playing Super Smash Bros. Melee. She had picked fox and moved frame perfect quickly eliminating the bots she was matched against. She was very slim and stood about six inches shorter than the man. She paused her game and smiled at him. “Cause Klint, nobody could possibly be as smart as you, they can’t see the world how we do.” Her tone was slightly sarcastic. The inflection and rhythm of her speech matched exactly with how Kevin spoke. “Besides, who cares we have each other. Don’t let those other people bring you down.”

“They are slowing down progress though!” smashing his fist against the wall as he turned back to the woman and crouched down to match her height “I want to make the world perfect for you Emma. I want us to live in a place where people actually value knowledge, and will take the time to learn what they don’t know, and we can have productive arguments among educated people.”

Emma reached out a hand and ruffled Klint’s hair “You shouldn’t do your hair like this, it makes you look like an anime villain, besides I think you look cute when it's just natural. Anyway, Does it really matter that much? Maybe some people should be allowed to just screw off. You know we made it this far without everyone being perfect”

Klint smiled and kissed her. He pulled out a phone and tapped a few buttons. Emma turned back to her game and began playing again her serious game face returning. Klint sat down at a desk and popped up a projection, a map of North America. He let out a deep sigh before speaking again. “OK let's review what has happened so far.”

Emma paused her game again and stood up “Oh sweet, we can really list out just how great I am at this...and how...OK your plans were.”

“Hey, I spent years crafting this plan, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be here. Give me some credit at least.”

“Yeah yeah, just remember who the best is while we do this”

Klint extended an arm, pointing this his finger, “yellow” he spoke clearly, marks appeared on the map. He began shading in the Midwest.

Emma struck a comical pose learning backwards and extending her arm out, her hand shaped like a gun. “Red” she closed one eye “bang” Red marks splattered across a large portion of the south and west. She then opened her hand keeping her fingers together “fwoosh, schwing schwing” she made large lines cutting through almost all of Canada.

Klint finished filling in the east coast and shook his head. Before he could say anything Emma poked him. “See, look at my part, it's like thirty-five times bigger than yours”

“I’ll give you three maybe…”

“No way! Its definitely more than three”

“Calculate area as percent, yellow against red”

On the projection a display popped up “27% yellow 73% Red” Emma put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest “See, you got wrecked”

“That isn't three times, sooooo”

“Doesn’t matter I still beat you so hard”

“I’m not wrong though. Besides I highly doubt your drawing is accurate, how can you even know you covered that much area and mine that isn’t overlapping with yours”

Emma sighed “Whatever Klint I don’t want to sit here and argue with you about this. Let's get to the next part”

“Green” Klint slowly drew a line starting from Portland as it moved east the line widened, splitting off at a few points. It ended just east of Omaha. He then moved over to the east coast. He began shading in near DC extending to the coast and a few cities south. The calculation still on display now showed “21% Yellow 60% Red” “These areas and that fucking internet troll account for the resistors.”

“Ah, that troll. I kind of love that guy. He's fighting for the people”

“Yeah but what is he really defending. He may be enlightened himself but he fights to defend a world of idiots sharing unverified information on the internet?”

“You gotta it admit, even if it is dangerous, The internet is really fun sometimes”

“Yeah but are those fun times worth it?”

“I think so, if you have a truly unrestricted platform like that, sure maybe it allows for some people to circulate in their stupidity, but it also opens paths for great-” Klint pressed a button on his phone and Emma fell silent.

She walked over and calmly sat down in Klint’s lap as he continued on. “The recon probes I’ve sent out show in the east a small military force has survived. They are going to be a problem. But when we have finished manufacturing the auto-tanks, we should be able to wipe them out pretty quick”

“Yah know, if we just went with my idea and waited to launch the virus until we had weapons built you wouldn’t have to deal with this uprising”

Klint playfully tickled her sides “Oh you are so smart aren’t you, you predicted that some military brat would survive.” His voice changed to a more serious tone “But waiting would have been too risky, you think I could have operated this plant when everybody was just living their day to day lives?”

“...yeah. It's an abandoned building nobody has been in this thing for a millions of years until we came along”

“I just think the likelihood of someone catching us coming in here was too high”

Emma sighed “OK, I don’t care, your plan didn’t work. So obviously there were better options”

“No but seriously, how could we have pulled it off?”

“Klint. I don’t care.”

“Alright alright, this line in the west though, that is what has me concerned.”

“Ah yes the ‘all of our hard work undone by seemingly normal people’ line”

“Yes… How the fuck are these people surviving. Most of the cities are stable, nobody is rioting or murdering each other, no zombies within their city limits. It just doesn’t make sense!”

“Maybe they stopped the zombies using the power of positivity” Emma jumped out of the chair and pointed to the ceiling “They never gave up hope and they took all of your silly survival calculations and threw them out the window! They made the impossible possible”

Klint laughed off the idea “Oh yeah, that thing Kevin was always going on about, how any human has the potential to be truly great if they believe in themselves”

Emma tilted her head “Who is Kevin?”

Klint looked at her with a confused expression “I’ve told you about him before. He is like you, but you know, a guy.” Klint paused for a second his voice now becoming somber “He was my best friend before the outbreak”

Emma wrapped her arms around Klint “Don’t worry, well get to see him eventually Right? When we meet him Ima destroy him in smash bros. If he is just like me a bet he’s pretty good”

Klint looked at her for a moment “yeah… yeah I’ll get to see him again. But I just don’t know if he’ll ever be the same.”

He took another deep breath “What do we do about this green line?”

“Well we can’t just march out there and tell them ‘give up, kill yourselves!’ So we just have to keep watching the recon reports until we figure out how they are doing this”

“You are right, there has to be something logical to explain what is happening here. I’m just really surprised people are surviving out there without structure. I figured most women didn’t really have the skills to survive in the wild”

“Why does it have to be women?” Emma turned to look at him, her face a few degrees away from rage.

“Well a lot of girls just aren’t really brought up to have skills you’d need, yah know like hunting, making shelter stuff like that”

“Oh and guys are any different. Don’t most of you just sit around playing video games or jerking off”

“Hey now, plenty of guys still learn those skills though, even if it is just recreational”

“Tell me Klint” Emma put her hand gently under his chin “Who cooks dinner every night, me or you? Who would do that for you without society?” Klint turned to his phone again and the conversation ended.