#but yeah uhhh. like i have OPPORTUNITIES like this like i have a shot at a full ride to my number one school its nuts

[myownprivatcidaho]

HAVING MU GRADUATION CEREMONY TOMORROW 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

#for my associates #2 years from now itll be a bachelors :DDD #tbh community college has been such a foothold i was surprised at how much of a starting point jt could be #cause out of highschool i didnt have fuck ALL #like my gpa didnt exist and before completing even half the amount of required credit hours i just got my ged and hauled ass #like. there was some serious educational neglect in there. i had to guess my way through the science portion simce i hadnt taken a science #course since ninth grade #somehow i passed the science section just above the 50th percentile though i have NO idea how #but yeah uhhh. like i have OPPORTUNITIES like this like i have a shot at a full ride to my number one school its nuts #like. god #idk #one of the most daunting things for me in hs that made me wanna . off myself 🥴 was that i was sure i wouldnt like #do well academically and never get into any colleges #like of COURSE thats irrational reasoning ik #but like the point is. #yeah idk how to put it into words #anyways the bottom line is that i lived. #personal

[cariantha]

Drink Had Me

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Prompt: Ethan has too much to drink and winds up on Sawyer’s doorstep in the middle of the night. Event: I’m participating in the Song Rewrite Challenge hosted by @choicesprompts. This fic is a rewrite of Drink Had Me by Jordan Davis.

🎵Hell, I was up to nothing

🎵Just sittin' home alone

🎵Yeah, I was gonna cash it in

🎵About to put down my phone

🎵And I had a message waitin'

🎵Them boys won't let me sleep

🎵So I told 'em I would meet 'em out

🎵And just have one drink

Ethan was mentally and physically exhausted. He could feel the stress he’d been carrying deep in his bones. His muscles sighed as he sunk into the comfort of his couch and rested his head on the back cushion. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, enjoying the peace and quiet of his empty apartment. 

He tried to push aside the thoughts that had plagued him. The budget crisis. The selfish billionaire. The competition with Tobias. The situation with his mother. But mostly, it was Sawyer that occupied his mind. He worried that the constant push and pull between them was nearing a breaking point.

She had recently gone behind his back and opened Pandora’s box. She compromised the team’s mission. She called him a “goddamn diva” in front of his colleagues. Worst still, it’s what she said when helping him set up his Pictagram profile. “It’s love, Ethan. It doesn’t have to make sense. I guess you just… feel it.” The words nagged at him constantly, and not because she was probably right - like she was right about everything else - but because he felt something. Something unfamiliar. Something scary. Something he hoped was reciprocated. 

DING! That sound used to annoy him, but now it made him eager to check his phone, because there was only one person who insisted on texting him. Quickly reaching for his phone, he sighed disappointedly when he saw the message was not from Sawyer.

Ethan groaned. He had forgotten that this morning, while working out with his gym buddies, he made plans to meet them at Donahue's for drinks and a game of pool. In an attempt to rouse Rafael from his suspension-induced funk, Sawyer proposed the night out. And in all honesty, Ethan only agreed because he saw it as an opportunity to spend time with her. It was only after he committed to attend that Sawyer bothered to mention she had prior plans with Stephanie, their coma patient.   

Ethan arrived at Donohue’s thirty minutes later and swore to himself he would only stay for one drink.

“... and then she said, ‘Oh, would you prefer to be called a spoiled child or an entitled jackass?’ You should have seen your face, man.” Baz, who had wandered over earlier to say hello, couldn’t contain his laughter as he told the story of Sawyer calling Ethan a diva to everyone gathered around the pool table.  

Rolling his eyes, Ethan ordered another drink while the guys racked the pool balls for another game.

“... speaking of workouts... Raf, remember when you asked Sawyer why she liked to work out? And she said because she wants to look good naked. Dude. Best response ever,” Bryce recalled with a laugh as he shared another round of tequila shots.

Ethan gladly accepted, swallowing the cheap liquor in one gulp when the memory of Sawyer standing in front of his bedroom window came to mind. 

Every time Sawyer’s name was mentioned, which was surprisingly often, Ethan put a glass to his mouth. Better that than inadvertently slipping and revealing something he shouldn’t.

“Okay, time for a round of Fuck-Marry-Kill,” Bryce announced, earning a groan from Rafael. “Since you’re so excited to play, Raf, you can go first. JLo, Shakira, Taylor.”

“Easy. Fuck JLo. Marry Shakira. Kill Taylor,” Rafael answered. After taking a sip of beer, he turned to Elijah. “Your turn. Lara Croft, Leeloo from Fifth Element, and umm… Jamie Lee Curtis' character in Halloween.”

“Damn, man. Uhhh…” Elijah twisted up his lips as he pondered his answer. “I guess I’d fuck Croft, marry Leeloo, and go all Michael Myers on JLC.”

Raising his hand excitedly, Baz jumped in. “Oh, oh, I’ve got one for Ethan… Harper, June, and Sawyer.”

The other men snapped their heads to Ethan, bracing for the explosive impact. But to everyone’s surprise, Ethan threw back another shot and answered without hesitation. “Fuck Harper. Marry Sawyer. Kill June.” 

Reggie made the announcement for last call, and at midnight he kicked everyone out, including Ethan. The inebriated men stumbled outside to wait for their rides. Ethan decided to walk for a while, and bid them good night. He strolled down the block until he reached the rose garden near the hospital. Resting on a park bench, he dug his phone from his pocket. But instead of dialing for a ride to take him home, he called Sawyer.

🎵But the drink had me

🎵Callin' you up, talkin' all crazy

🎵Talkin' 'bout us

🎵And catchin' a ride over to your room

🎵And keepin' your roommates up past two

Sawyer’s phone lit up on her nightstand with an incoming call, but she didn’t notice. She had fallen asleep a couple hours ago.

On the other end of the line, Ethan heard her voice. “Hi there, you’ve reached Sawyer. Leave me a message.”

“Sawyer,” he sighed before continuing, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the phone screen. Sawyer’s contact picture smiled back at him. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole lately. I just… I want you so fucking bad,” he confessed. “I need you to be with me.”

He dropped his chin to his chest in defeat and growled. “But I can’t have you.”

He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her picture again. “I’ve been losing my goddamn patience with this situation. I don’t want to push you away anymore. It kills me to know that I’m hurting you, but I’m still afraid of what might happen if people find out about us.”

Ethan stood and held the phone at eye level as if trying to look her in the eye. “I feel like I’m on the verge of losing you, Sawyer.”

He began to pace back and forth and rambled on. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said a couple weeks ago. It really fucked me up, because I don’t think I’ve felt like this before.”

“God, Sawyer, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” he admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He closed his eyes and whispered to himself. “Sawyer, say it back. Please say it back to me. I don’t want to be alone in this feeling.”

There was a long pause while Ethan stared at his phone, hoping for some sort of reply. “Fuck it. I’m coming over.”

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It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when there was a knock on the apartment door. Sienna, who was still up baking, checked the peep hole and unlocked the door. “Dr. Ramsey! What are you doing here so late?”

His eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of whiskey and beer. The drink and exhaustion rapidly stripped away what little control of himself he had left. Ethan steadied himself with a hand on the doorframe and answered, “I need to talk to Sawyer. I need to see her. Is she here?”

Sienna invited him in. With her five-foot-nothing frame, she nervously guided the towering and swaying six-foot-four-inch sack of muscles into a seat at the kitchen table. “I’ll be right back.”

Gently knocking first, Sienna let herself into Sawyer’s room. “Sawyer? Sawyer, wake up,” she whispered loudly.

Sawyer awoke with a start, finding Sienna crouched at the side of her bed. “What’s wrong?” she panicked.

“Ummmm… Dr. Ramsey is here.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“He said he needs to speak with you,” Sienna explained.

Sawyer threw her covers aside and stumbled out of bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. She quickly checked the time on her phone, noticing the missed call and voicemail notifications from Ethan. “I swear to God, if he’s here to drag me out of bed for another diagnostics case…” she trailed off.

“I don’t think that’s why,” her friend said, leading her down the hallway.

Once her eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting in the kitchen, Sawyer spotted Ethan sitting at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands. His body language reminded her of the times when he had felt pretty hopeless, like when Dolores died and when Naveen was sick. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Ethan lifted his head and let out a small sigh of relief recognizing her. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice tired and gravelly.

She followed his eyes to Sienna, who had gone back to her baking. “Let’s go to my room.”

Ethan stood and followed her down the hall. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him and he threw himself against the wall to keep from stumbling over. Sawyer grimaced at the loud thump, hoping it didn’t wake her other roommates. She quickly tucked herself under his arm and helped him the rest of the way.

Just as her door clicked closed, Jackie poked her head into the hallway. “What the hell was that?” she called out.

Sienna came into view from the kitchen. “Sorry, Jackie, that was me. Sorry I woke you.”

“Do you ever sleep, Trinh?” Jackie yawned, shutting her door and going back to bed.

🎵The drink had me

🎵Wantin' one more

🎵Wantin' to forget what we broke up for

🎵And doin' that make up, wake up thing

🎵I just went in there to have one drink

🎵But the drink had me

Sawyer sat Ethan down on the side of her bed, then stood in front of him casually crossing her arms. “What’s going on? Did something happen? Is this about your mom?”

His head felt like a sloshing fishbowl when he shook it. Focusing on her bare feet, he attempted to ground himself.

Getting more worried, Sawyer stroked her fingers through his hair. “Hey, talk to me.”

Slowly lifting his head, Ethan’s eyes trailed up her long legs to the oversized Hopkins t-shirt she wore. “Is that my shirt?”

Glancing down at the heather gray tee, she replied with a hint of embarrassment, “Yes.”

Sawyer braced her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance when Ethan tugged her close. Standing between his knees, he hugged her tightly around the waist and rested the side of his face against her stomach.

“I miss you,” he mumbled.

A beat later his hands dropped to the back of her thighs. His fingertips lightly caressed her soft skin, eliciting goosebumps. Lifting his eyes to gauge her reaction, he slowly slid his hands higher, palming her backside and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Ethan,” she warned, gripping his forearms to prevent his hands from wandering any further.

“I want you,” he said, kissing her belly through the t-shirt she had stolen from him.

“Ethan, you’re drunk.”

“Say it back,” he whined.

“Say what back?”

“That you still want me.”

She sighed deeply. “Ethan…” When he looked at her with desperate, pleading eyes, she took a seat on his knee. “I want you too,” she repeated and cupped his cheek, “but not like this. Not a drunken mistake.”

“It’s not a mistake,” Ethan asserted. “I know what I want.”

She shook her head. “I know you, Ethan. You’ll regret it in the morning when you’re clearheaded.”

Ethan began to protest when the nausea hit. “I won’t… I–,” he paused and swallowed, “I’m going to be sick.”

Sawyer jumped off his lap and grabbed her garbage pail just in time. Ethan wretched the contents of his stomach while she soothingly rubbed his back. When he was finished, Sawyer offered him a tissue and a sip from her water bottle. She then knelt before him and removed his shoes and socks.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready for bed. You’re in no shape to go anywhere right now. You can stay here and sleep it off.” As she stood, she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. “Scoot back and lie down,” she instructed. Ethan complied.

She met his hooded eyes, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said before unbuttoning his pants. “Lift your butt.” After carefully tugging off his jeans, she neatly folded his clothes and set them atop her dresser. Returning to his side, she tucked him under the covers.

“Where are you going?” he murmured when she stepped toward the door.

“I’m just going to clean this up and grab you some aspirin,” she answered, picking up the small waste bin. “Do you need or want anything else?”

Ethan shook his head.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised with an assuring smile.

When Sawyer returned a few minutes later, Ethan’s eyes were closed and he was lightly snoring. She turned out the lights and crawled under the covers. Hugging the edge of her full-size bed, she resisted the urge to curl up next to him, and soon dozed off.

🎵Next morning came too early

🎵Heart poundin' in my head

🎵And it took me just a second

🎵To realize I know this bed

🎵And it ain't where I belong

🎵But you got my T-shirt on

🎵I blame the alcohol

🎵No, it ain't my fault

🎵The drink had me

Ethan’s head throbbed. The sound of distant, muffled voices had woken him. He cracked his eyes open, thankful for the dim surroundings. Blinking away the fog in his vision, he focused on the ceiling. There was something familiar about the dangling light fixture overhead. A single lightbulb hung from a rope cord. The gentle breeze that wafted through the window caused it to sway back and forth in a hypnotizing motion. Aware that he was not at home, Ethan’s eyes swept the small bedroom, taking in every detail. As recognition set in, his heart began to race, intensifying the pounding in his head.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, his senses were overwhelmed with the sweet smell of her. Daring to cast a quick look downward, he found Sawyer tucked into his side. Her arm was draped across his torso, her thigh across his waist, with a foot nestled between his legs. Ethan’s right arm was at her back, holding her close. His left hand gripped the back of her bent knee, as if he had been using the leverage to keep her locked in place. She was wearing his t-shirt, and he was only wearing underwear.

He reached into the black box of his mind for any remembrance, but came back empty handed. He didn’t know what to be more upset about. The eventual fallout from this reckless encounter, or the cruel twist of fate of taking Sawyer to bed again and not remembering a damn thing about it.

When her alarm rang out, Ethan silently cursed. “No, not yet.” He needed more time to figure his way out of this mess. More time holding her body against his.

Sawyer groaned in frustration as her phone sang a melodic tune of chirping birds. As she did every morning, she buried the tip of her cold nose into her pillow and inhaled. Only it wasn’t her pillow she smooshed her face into this morning. It was Ethan’s chest. His warmth and scent aroused her senses, and she was instantly awake.

Seeing that he was too, she pushed back from him and tried to cover herself with the forgotten comforter. “Shit, sorry,” she whispered, rolling away to silence her phone.

Her surprise and embarrassment confused him. “Why are you apologizing?”

She turned to face him, making sure to keep a safe distance. “I tried to keep to my side. I must have rolled over in my sleep and snuggled up to you.”

“Keep to your side? Did we not…?”

She shook her head.

Ethan looked up at the ceiling and expelled a breath.

Sensing his relief, Sawyer swiftly climbed out of bed. “I’m going to get ready for work. Your clothes are on the dresser and your phone is charging on the desk. My roommates should be leaving soon.”

“Sawyer-”

“It’s fine, Ethan,” she said, rummaging through her dresser drawers. “We can talk about it later when you feel better. Or if you prefer, not at all, because nothing happened.” Ethan rubbed the spot between his eyes. “There's some water and aspirin on the nightstand,” she pointed out before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind her.

A while later, they left the apartment and shared a ride to the hospital, successfully avoiding the topic of last night. They limited their conversation to simple questions and one-word answers, merely enough to get out the door and on their way.

“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sawyer said, and not waiting for reciprocation, she hurried away.

Ethan watched until she disappeared through the sliding doors of the hospital’s main entrance. He cursed at himself the entire walk to Donohue’s to retrieve his car. They may not have slept together, but he still ended up on her doorstep last night and tangled in her bed this morning. He hoped once the hangover cleared, he would remember why, so they could clear the air.

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Sawyer was slow to leave the diagnostics office when their team meeting ended the next day. The tension between her and Ethan was so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to study him, watching as he stacked case files, doing his best to ignore her. “This feels like the morning after Miami all over again,” she finally spoke.

Ethan stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and braced himself for the conversation he had been dreading. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you the other night.”

She shook her head as if she didn’t care about that. Shifting her gaze out the window, she bit the corner of her lip before speaking again. “Do you remember calling me? Leaving a voicemail?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He had checked his phone yesterday and knew that he dialed her number, but didn’t recall leaving a message. “No. I only remember bits and pieces after leaving Donahue’s.” He took a cautious step toward her. “What... what did I say?” he asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“It doesn't matter,” she sighed, still looking out the window, “you probably didn't mean it.” She downplayed her disappointment with a quiet chuckle, “I never pegged you for a sappy drunk.”

Ethan stepped in front of her, cupping her chin to force her to look at him. “I meant it,” he said firmly.

“You just said you don’t remember–”

“I don't,” he interjected, “but if the result was me showing up at your door, and waking up with you in my arms, then whatever I said… I meant it.” Gazes locked on each other, Ethan gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He breathed a sigh of relief when Sawyer’s lips finally turned up in a small, forgiving smile.

That smile slowly changed to a mischievous one. Ceasing the opportunity, she started to back away as she spoke. “Well in that case…" She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I want to get married in June. A fancy church wedding and a huge reception. Oh, and let’s honeymoon in Paris! It will be so romantic.”

“Funny–”

“But you should know, I plan to keep my last name,” she continued teasing.

“You’re a brat. Get out of here,” he demanded, playfully tossing a pen in her direction as she scrambled to leave.

“Hey!” she yelped, using the door as a shield.

“Oh, and I want my shirt back!” he hollered.

Poking her head back in, she offered a deal. “If you can get me out of it, Ramsey... it’s yours. See ya!”

A/N: Ethan's drunken confession was also inspired by the song Say It Back by Nicklas Sahl.

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[aquaticpal]

WIP Wednesday - Chrysalis

So the other day I promised to share something related to this post 🙂 This is a random OoT idea that popped up a few weeks ago, and I managed to nurse it into a full-blown comic script (thanks @aegon-targaryen for listening to my blabs). Now, I have a buuuunnnch of things to do before I have anywhere near the time to draw such a lengthy comic, so it's going to sit in this script form for a long time maybe forever. Still, I wanted to put it out here so that it at least exists in this form 😌

Chrysalis

Rating: G Word count: ~2000 Tags: canon divergence, fix-it fic, healing, let's pretend this is an AU where uhhh Navi doesn't exist

[desert sand dunes - night, around a campfire]

"Hahhh... Sheik, you saved me again..."

"A couple pieces of bread and dried meat was all it took, and you went traipsing across the desert without even that?"

"I had them! It just... didn't last as long as I thought...!

I used to stay out all night in the forest and got by fine just picking a few berries... dunno what happened..."

"You have a body twice the size to feed now. Idiot." "Oh... yeah..."

"Aren't you gonna have some, Sheik? (I feel weird eating by myself...)"

"I ate earlier. No need." "Pff, I know you're just trying to avoid taking down your mask, right? (It's fine, I get it)"

"My hands are occupied."

[Link stretches out under the wide, endlessly vast desert sky, full of stars]

"Thanks for the music. It's a real treat for the last night before the Spirit Temple tomorrow."

"After I clear the last temple... that'll be it, right? Then I'll be able to see Princess Zelda?"

"...Presumably."

"I wonder what she'll be like, after seven years... Hey Sheik, you know where she is, right? Do you talk with her? Have you met her?"

"As if I would divulge that information." "I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow~"

"What if when you meet her,

she's not the perfect person that you imagine? What if she's actually selfish, or cowardly, or cruel?"

"What if she has blood on her hands?"

"Sheik."

[Link's hand has moved to the Master Sword.]

"You don't like Princess Zelda very much, do you."

"..."

"She is using you."

"She's my friend! She's not that kind of person. And I want to help her."

"Aren't the Sheikah supposed to be loyal to the Royal Family? Are you?"

"That is where my loyalty lies. The Princess can trust me to work for her goal, as can you. I have no obligation to like her as a person.

But perhaps you shouldn't trust me fully, either."

"You don't seem like a bad person. You've been helping me get to all the temples. And you've never tried to do anything bad to me even though you could sneak up on me anytime."

Besides, we're friends, aren't we?"

[plink] "You are far too quick to open your heart to others. You may have missed the past seven years, but in a world like this, there are many who would take the opportunity to strike at that openness."

"It's okay, I'm the Hero. I can take it." "You can't treat your own well-being so frivolously like that!"

"All of Hyrule's fate is dependent on you!"

"In a world like this... people need someone who opens their heart more than ever, don't they?

I'm lucky. I slept through all these years, and I woke up strong - strong enough to fight the evils in this world. Strong enough to help all the people who's been hurt and worn down by years of darkness.

So, I don't mind taking a few nicks or hits if it means giving a bit of hope to someone who needs it. It's what I'm made for.

I don't know where Zelda is, but... I hope she can see it, too. That all over Hyrule things are getting a little better, so wherever she is, hopefully things are a little brighter too."

[His optimism makes his face glow in the firelight. Sheik is silent.]

"She doesn't deserve you."

"You sound jealous." ("Don't be absurd!")

"I-I have to go." "Wait, hold--"

[behind a nearby rock formation, Sheik re-materializes, hands clenched]

===

[shot of clasped, gloved hands - Temple of Time] "...It was I, Zelda. Princess of Hyrule."

"I'm sorry for deceiving you all this time..." [Link steps forward, reaching out, hopeful]

!! [The room shakes, a crystal forms around Zelda]

[her vision blacks out, the last sight being Link inaudibly banging on the crystal]

"...Ganondorf... pitiful man..."

"Six Sages... now!"

"...the road between times... will be closed..."

"Link, give the ocarina to me.

As a Sage, I can return you to your original time with it."

[instead of giving the ocarina, Link reaches out and cradles her outstretched hand, like a wounded thing.]

"Are you all right?" "What... I..."

"You look so sad.

Back then, that time when you were talking as Sheik. You said you didn't like the Princess very much."

"It was my childish whims that threw Hyrule into ruin. I have to make amends for all the souls that suffered the price for my mistake. Most of all, you."

"Can I talk to Sheik?" "I..."

"That's just me, Link." "No"

"Even though Sheik was always behind a mask, It seemed like you could talk more truthfully then."

"Link, this isn't the time..." "This is the time! If you're going to send me back, if you want me to give you the ocarina... then at least I want to hear it from Sheik. I want to hear your true words."

"I..."

[Zelda turns away, huddled into herself]

[but silently and motionlessly, she Shifts]

"Can we go somewhere else?"

===

[Lake Hylia - the island with the warp pedestal]

"It's nice to be here without having to worry you'll run off again."

"You're not gonna run off, right?" "Link, please."

[they sit silently for a moment, looking out over the water]

"Is this what you really want? Will it make you happy?"

"This isn't about that. The people of Hyrule--" "That's not what I asked."

"...It doesn't matter." "I'm asking how you feel--" "It doesn't matter!"

[a silent moment.]

"Why do you hate Princess Zelda so much?"

"She was weak. All she could do was cower and hide. All she could do was wait while others fought and bled for her mistake."

"She befriended a brave, pure-hearted boy, only to take advantage of his kindness. She stole so much from him. From everyone."

"How can you even look at her? After what she's done?"

"..."

"After I woke up from the Sacred Realm, I met a lot of people who needed help. People who were beaten down and tired, and lost their hope and will. It was all they could do to hang on and get through each day, and some of them didn't make it."

"But not Zelda. She survived for seven years, and not only that, she traveled all across the land, even through all the dangers - all to make sure that her people were protected, and her hero could succeed."

"There would've been no hope in this land if she hadn't worked to keep it alive for seven years. And she kept this idiot hero alive, too."

"I think she's very strong. Even stronger than me. And she deserves to smile, too."

[Smiling - it's something she hasn't tried to do in a long time. Behind the mask, she is worn down, but tries feebly to mount one more defense]

"What about you? You deserve to be rewarded for your efforts and sacrifice, more than anyone."

"Wouldn't you rather go back to a world without turmoil? Wouldn't it ease your mind, knowing that you saved the lives of so many?"

"Yeah, but I'll know there's one person I haven't saved."

"The one person I most wanted to save." "Don't"

"I'll go back if you want me to. I'll do it if that's what you think is best, Zelda. But don't do it because you think hurting yourself is the only right thing to do, okay?"

"I swore, when I met you, that I would protect you, no matter what. Don't make me do something that would hurt you."

[Link takes her hand, and places the ocarina in it.]

"Please, promise me that whatever you choose... you'll do it with a smile."

[Cradling the ocarina, Sheik tries to gather her composure, but she cannot muster a smile. She looks down, defeated]

"...Will you forgive me, if I choose to be selfish?"

"You know what my answer would be. But I think I'm not the one you need to ask that to. Am I right?"

[A vision - Sheik stands looking down at a young Princess Zelda from seven years ago, bloodied and dirtied as if she had just escaped from the castle]

[Slowly, Sheik approaches and stoops to the young girl's level, and reaches out to pull her into an embrace.]

[In the real world, Sheik is wiping at her eyes]

"I'm sorry. Please stay"

[Perhaps, she's saying it to someone else, too. Link holds her, for a long time]

"Look, the sun's coming up."

[still leaning into each other, they look to the brightening horizon]

"This is a lot nicer than last time."

"When I threw a Deku Nut at you and ran away?" "Heh"

[Looking into the light, Sheik reaches up to her mask, and lowers it. She faces the sun for a moment, then looks up to face Link]

"Hi."

"It's good to meet you... at last."

[their faces are so close. She's moved to lean in and kiss him, just a little.]

"Sorry, I..." "Don't be sorry! That was nice. You're... nice."

"Can I kiss you too?" "Link, I..."

"This body... It's a male body." "So?"

"I thought you might not... like..."

"I like you. The real you. Without hiding. Without holding back."

[Blushing but touched, Sheik tucks her hair behind her ear, finally showing her full face.]

"All right, then."

[they do not hold back.]

===

[partially restored castle - Princess Zelda steps out of a political meeting, looking tired. Out of nowhere, Link tugs her around a corner for a kiss]

"L-Link! You can't just--I'm still Zelda!"

"What? Don't worry, no one's gonna see. (Promise)"

"It's not that, I... I thought you just liked... Sheik."

"I told you, I like you. Did you think I wouldn't want to kiss a beautiful princess?

Zel. You're no less kind, or brave, or hardworking, just because you're in a different body."

[she looks down for a moment, emotional, tempted to refuse. But then she looks up, with a smile.] 

"Okay."

[She steps into his arms, and kisses him fully for the first time]

===

[Fishing Hole - golden hour. Link is struggling to reel in a fish]

[Zelda's POV - Link turns, and drops his rod in excitement] "Zel! You made it!"

[full shot - Zelda is dressed in a plain, androgynous tunic and leggings, carrying a small picnic basket. Her hair is free and loosely pulled back, without a crown, without a mask.] "And you brought food!! You're the best person in the world."

"Man, I didn't realize I was starving" "You have to take better care of your own needs, Hero." "I don't have to, I've got you~"

"Here, you should have some too--"

"Oh crud - there's no more?" "I'm sorry. Supplies are still low--" ("No I'm the one who should be sorry!!")

"Well, here - I've got something for you too."

[Link pulls out a glass bottle, filled with strawberries. They're a deep, ripe red - the first splash of color in this black & white comic] "I picked them from the Lost Woods. They've just started growing back recently."

[He holds one up to her lips. A little tentatively, Zelda bites into it - and bursts into tears]

"Zel!? You okay?" "Y-Yes, I just..."

"It's been... a long time since I've had anything so sweet."

"You deserve it."

[Wide shot - she has a little emotional fit in his arms. Color is gradually seeping into the comic.]

[But eventually, the berries get finished.]

"Link - there's one more thing. I..."

[Zelda takes out the Ocarina of Time, and places it into his hands.]

"Zel, this..."

[She gives him a genuine smile, fond and peaceful.] "Keep it. I've made my decision."

[She touches her forehead to his, as they share a moment of joy] "It suits you better, anyway."

[Zelda pulls out her harp, and begins playing a tune.]

[Link raises the ocarina, and joins her in a duet.]

[The musical notes drift into the sky, intertwined over a lush, colorful world.]

#wip #zelda #zelink #shink #ocarina of time #my writing #oot my beloved

[chaifootsteps]

His line of thought was interrupted by the sound of an adult man wailing as he tried to pour more alcohol down his throat, only to miss entirely and have the thing get thrown straight to the floor.

"Satan– (hic) fucking damnit!" Blitz yelled, grabbing at his horns and pulling on them a bit. "This shit alwayss happenssss to me! FUCK!" He tried to get up from the stool, only to fall face first on the floor after missing the step. Striker only watched, with the face of someone seeing a small dog accidentally trip and fall while trying to walk for the very first time. The man was just kind of pathetic, but it was still pretty entertaining.

"Need some help down there, partner?" Striker teased, sipping his own drink. Couldn't get too intimate now, right?

Blitz stopped, moving his head slightly to meet Striker's gaze. Oh, fuck, he's being SO fucking embarassing right now. He's going to get a terrible grade at impressing the cool guy. Something both normal to fear and possible to achieve.

"Ohhhh, uhh, heyyyy Strikerrr-" He said, clumsily trying to get up by balancing himself on the stool, almost falling again in the process. "Haahh– you uhm, didn't see that, did youuu?" 

"I saw every part of it. And it was very funny."

"Hahahahahaha yeah I beeet it was you snake." Blitz finally sat back down again, holding his face in his hands. "Satan's ass… that'sss so embarassin' on my endd."

"It really is." Striker said, handing him the water bottle with a small smile. "Now come on, drink up. Don't need you throwin' up all over somebody today, yeah?"

"Yeah… probably not." He took it in his hands, brushing his fingers against Striker's gloves for a second, and then quickly turning away. "Uh… thankss. N'such."

They both stay quiet for a bit while Blitzo drinks, still kind of regaining his senses from falling, and Striker notices how his eyebrows furrow again. 

"...How come you're out drinkin' on a different ring all by yourself eh? Bird boy wasn't interested in accompanying ya?"

Blitzo's face contorts more, and his grip on the water bottle tightens a lot. Probably the wrong subject to bring up. 

"Oh, he's never fuckin' interested if the topic isn't sex. Doesn't even matter."

"Right." He coughs awkwardly. "What about ya employees? Are they not around for a couple of shots?"

"I kinda ruined their date, so I don't think I even have employees at this point.

Hm. Another miss. This comforting shit is hard.

"...Well, don't you have anyone else you can talk to?-"

"Listen, if you're trying to make me feel bad here for not having any friends, it's working, and I'm REALLY not in the mood to deal with that." Blitzo snaps, turning away

"Well, I'm not. I guess I just-" Striker bites his tongue, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. The words don't come out right. He ends up sighing, "I dunno. I figured someone like you would have plenty. You're not half bad."

Blitzo widens his eyes, like he just heard the most outrageous thing ever. "Really-?" He then coughs, looking away again. "Uhhh. I mean, thanks. I guess.

Silence falls between the two again, but there seems to be a mutual understanding. Blitzo glances back and forth between his water and Striker, who by now is just tracing the glasses' rim with his finger boredly. His eyes watch the ripples in the glass, and for a second Blitzo swears he could see him looking back with those bright yellow eyes…

"...Yer starin."

"Hm-? Oh, sorry. I'm…uh, drunk." He lied. Badly. "ANYWAY I really should get going huh! Wow, this night has been way too long-" he gets off the stool, searching his pockets for any leftover money to pay for his drink, and maybe Striker's nicety if he's got anything aside from coins. "I really should get goin', but it was nice seein' you Striker-" He takes out a few crumpled up bills and leaves them on the counter, then he turns to Striker and puts the rest in his hand. "Consider this uh, payback for not killin' me back at the harvest moon festival. Real lost opportunity, honestly, you shoulda taken it heh-"

Blitzo didn't expect to have the money put back on his hand with a certain gentleness. 

"No. I don't need your money, Blitz. And it wasn't a missed opportunity, because my offer never left the table." He gets off his seat, and puts a hand on Blitzo's shoulder, "You have potential, but it's up to you to see it. Once you end up valuing your services…" He gets closer, smiling mischievously, "Well, then you come back here and find me, yeah?" 

Blitzo felt a shiver run up his spine, but it wasn't out of fear, no. It was good. Really good. "...Yeah, I'll uh, check you out, Striker…"

"You better." He lets go, fixes his hat, and walks away. "See around, Blitz. And remember to call." 

Blitzo is confused for a second, only to notice a business card hidden between the bills on his hand. He's left in the bar dumbfounded for a moment, but eventually makes a move on to leave. He swears on every sin out there that it gets harder every day to reject Striker's proposal…stupid handsome bastard. 

[End! Hope you like it :)]

Absolutely wonderful. I read it in both their voices and wish it was canon; thank you for reminding me of just how much I utterly love these two.

#Anonymous #BlitzStrike #Helluva Boss #actual blog post

[lanternkiwi]

uhhh blue lock ramble cause i've been sitting on this thought since we found out bm vs ubers was the next game so

blue lock neo egoist league and u20 game spoilers

this is gonna sound really stupid cause of how obvious it is but i'm really really happy ego merged u20 with blue lock, specifically because of oliver LIKKEEE it's what he wanted from the beginning :(

he wants these kids to grow and he's more than happy to help them. the reason why he turned away from being a striker was because of the adults that snubbed his potential. they didn't allow him to play the kind of soccer he wanted and it killed him.

he REFUSES to allow these kids to get snubbed and cut the same way he was. he pushes himself to his own limits to push blue lock back in return. he WANTS blue lock to beat him in his prime, or else, what do they have to show for this ridiculous project?? if they can't crush the best defender in the country, they have no shot in becoming the best in the world.

now that he is apart of blue lock with BLOOMING talent with niko as a defender and barou as a striker, he's seeing both paths. the path he took, and the path he did not.

niko's becoming a defender with the same resolve he had. to crush forwards.

and barou is getting told the same things he was. barou's physique is insane and he was a center piece of the team he played on before coming to blue lock. barou moved his team around like a tyrant and scored on his own, but oliver??? oliver was the one helping HIS team score.

now that oliver is able to play with niko and barou, i'm sure he's helping both of them evolve and bloom, even if they (barou) won't want it. i'm like 100% sure niko wouldn't hesitate to work with oliver because of how good his defense is and niko wants to become a defender ssoooo

barou definitely doesn't want his help though 💀 he's probably gonna have to go isagi on him and force it and manipulate him butttt we'll see

anyways yea i'm really happy oliver is technically a part of blue lock now and i'm glad he has an opportunity to actually extend a hand out to those who are blooming. pxg might have the most up and coming strikers but ubers most definitely has the most up and coming defenders.

i wish we could've seen more of the pxg vs ubers game considering how stacked both of them are and balancing each other out in defense and offense. considering they were both able to score on each other MULTIPLE TIMES (rin twice!?!) is actually insane

i reaallyy want oliver's full potential to be reached and i really hope he helps the rest of the blue lockers on ubers develop more both as defenders and strikers (since he has experience as a striker as well) it could be a very interesting dynamic (big bro oliver is REAL TO ME) and yeah i'm just really happy ollie's still around :,) i can't wait to see him again

#guys i love oliver so much #oliver aiku #niko ikki #barou shoei #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock spoilers

[katzkinder]

Greed pair hc? :3

This is so late I’m so sorry lmao

Anyway uhhh

Contrary to popular belief, Licht doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty so long as it’s for a worthy cause. He enjoys volunteering at animal shelters and doesn’t complain even when he gets assigned the unfun tasks, like pooper scooping or cleaning the kennels and cages. He does, however, wear gloves for these tasks, as per Lawless’s insistence. The chemicals for cleaning aren’t harsh, but the amount of times you have to wash your hands after handling various things makes your skin dry and crack like crazy and it becomes painful. Licht was stubborn about it at first but relented the first time he realized he had microcuts via hand sanitizer dispenser lololol. He completely froze up and his movements became wooden as he sloooowly turned to his Servamp, held out his hand, and commanded “Give”

Lawless winced sympathetically but did NOT pass on the opportunity to tease his Eve, because when does he? No sense of preservation, that one

Licht is autistic and Lawless has ADHD. I do not accept criticism on this headcanon. I do, however, think it’s hilarious to consider that Lawless considers his most productive period to be the one when speed was legal and he never made any kind of connection with that. Neither did he ever with why coffee, particularly espresso, is so appealing to him. Self medicating with caffeine goes brrr

Licht has a weird thing about Eyes. Like, eyes in places they shouldn't be, creatures or monsters with too many eyes... That kind of thing. It's not necessarily scopophobia or trypophobia, it's just... Something the unsettles him to a crazy degree. Animals with strange eye configurations don't bother him, either, it's just... Youkai with eyes in places they don't belong or mutations that result in extra eyes? Yeah, no. Go away, he Does Not Want. No idea where this headcanon came from? It just feels right.

Lawless actually has a semi-popular influencer account on insta. Mostly foodie and book reviews or a combination of the two. He doesn't like overly sweet things but he does enjoy taking his Eve to dessert places. Seeing Licht happy makes him happy, and also he can earn brownie points by bringing something nice back for Krantz lol

Both of them hold a grudge against the Envy pair for the hotel incident. Licht because of their rough treatment of Krantz, Lawless because Jeje shot Licht in the arm. We all know Lawless can hold grudges for forever, and this is one he probably won't let go until long after their Eves are all dead and gone. It helps (hurts?) that he's accepted that it's okay for him to care for his Eves again.

Speaking of that incident, Licht genuinely doesn't care that Jeje shot him lol. Like, why would he? He's an angel, it's only natural that such a thing wouldn't have long term repercussions for him. Krantz and Lawless almost certainly cried blood trying to make him rest his arm while it healed.

Because of the contract link, Lawless ends up very attuned to Licht's sensory needs and can often feel an overload coming on before Licht does himself. It's useful, since Licht is stubborn and the type who tries to power through everything, regardless of how he actually feels. Lawless complains and complains and Licht is somewhat grateful for the excuse it gives him. He knows what his devil servamp is doing, but he can't find it in him to be mad about it. Besides. It's painful for Hyde, too.

Lawless doesn't like for people who aren't Licht to call him Hyde. It's his special name, given to him by his special person. It's one thing if he uses it himself for filling out paperwork, another entirely if it's someone he's introduced himself to as Lawless and they insist on using his Eve given name. Feels disrespectful to him. He didn't give you permission to use that!

Licht is kind of smug about it lol

#servamp #kat's katerwauling #hedgyhog lawly #servamp lawless #licht jekylland todoroki #greed pair #lawlicht #sort of can be looked at as platonic #but tagging just in case ww #asks #headcanons

[blorbo-place]

I WROTE A THING!

Practicing some one-shots set in the future of my story, set somewhere between the beginning and middle of it.

You don’t really need any info on the characters involved, except for the turtle bros, since this is just testing the waters and seeing how y’all like it.

Set in the future 2012 tmnt timeline, three turtle brothers take in a band of unruly kids and some domestic home life shenanigans ensue.

Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think

🐢 🔴 🐢 🟠 🐢 🟣

Bug being bugged

whhuh-BANG!!!

Mikey practically jumped out of his shell at the sound of the front door being slammed open so hard, it probably left a door shaped crater in the wall.

“I said I got. It,” one voice gritted out.

“If you had it then we wouldn’t have been swarmed! What would you have done if I hadn’t been there to sense them coming from a mile away, huh?!” another older voice shrieked.

Oh boy, it was gonna be that day.

As the bickering continued, a smaller voice called out, “Mooooom! The girls are fighting!” Followed by two angry “SHUT UP”s from said “girls”.

Mikey peered out around the threshold of the kitchen to see his big bro Donnie and one of the feisty younger mutants they took in several months ago fighting about pizza gods know what for the bazillionth time this week. A large brown bear carefully squeezed past the two former to make his way to the kitchen, crawling on all fours to avoid hitting the ceiling. Mikey stepped aside to let him through while a pair of twin rodents scurried under his legs and cut in front of him with several protests from the beast. “You guys wanna fill me in real quick?” Michaelangelo asked the trio.

The bear let out an exasperated sigh as he caught an apple one of the rats tossed his way. “So Grape juice and our sibling thought it would be a great idea to go searching into more ‘off limits’ areas for parts and scrap today.”

“Already sounding great,” the turtle rolled his eyes.

The bear snorted lightly. “Yeah, Raph’s not gonna be too happy about that part, but it gets worse.” Mikey made a face at that, and the twin rodents snickered through their munching.

“Y/n decided to go in by themselves because, you know, they’re hot shit and all that. But uh, yeah it didn’t go so well and we ended up digging straight into a mutipede’s nest.” He wiped away the excess juice dripping down his chin with a paw. “Remember sour worm candies?”

Mikey blinked in confusion. “Uhhh yeah, why???” The bear licked his chops, chuckling, “Imagine a bag full of the blue raspberry ones, except with hundreds of legs, and they’re about a foot long each, and there’s three hundred of them.”

“Terrible analogy, Scratch,” one of the rats snarked. “How about you come up with an analogy next time then if you think you’re so imaginative,” Scratch bit right back.

“I think I get the picture guys, thanks” Mikey held his hands up placatingly.

“WELL WE WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH IT IF YOU WEREN’T SO SET ON GETTING A REMOTE!”

All four of them winced at the new volume the argument was taking, the group taking quick glances at each other, silently asking who was gonna be the one to interrupt. The kid was as stubborn as a jackass, and Donnie even more so, especially as the years continued to stack on. Donnie had always been a bit of a hard shell since they were kids, but it felt like he was turning into a stale pizza puff that was left under the bed for too long. Take those two and put them together, and, well, bad things happen.

Creeeeak

Speaking of bad things…

“What the hell are ya two BITCHIN’ about?” a heavy Brooklyn accent growled from the balcony upstairs.

After a beat of silence, the two mutants started bickering over each other again, and Mikey took that opportunity to motion for the other three kids to scram to the back door through the living room, quickly jerking a thumb back and waving them away. They didn’t have to be told twice as they’d left faster than Mikey could eat a whole large pepperoni from the box.

“Your brother is a fucking hard ass about the way I do things-“

“HARD ASS- You LITERALLY dug the ENTIRE group a grave with the shit you pulled today!!”

Oh cheesus pizzas…

Mikey cautiously shuffled over the kitchen threshold into the entryway where the girls continued to try screeching louder than the other. Hopefully he could do some damage control before Raph ripped everyone’s heads off. Including his. He hasn’t even done anything! …Yet

The kid had crossed their arms and leaned back on one leg, seemingly unconcerned with what they pulled today. “Yeah well you were the one who told me to do it if you would be so kind as to recall that before you try throwing me under the bus,” they bit back. Donnie’s eyes widened and then narrowed in barely contained wrath as he opened his mouth to retort, but not before Mikey decided to step in before it got messy… er.

“Dudes, dudes, duuuudes let’s all chill out for a minute here,” Mikey stepped between the two with hands held up at both people. What was that dinosaur movie called again?

“Sounds like you’ve all had a really rough day today, and if we’re going to talk about this then maybe we should take a minute to br-“ His older brother smacked Mikey’s hand away- ow -and pointed accusingly at the younger mutant behind him. “NO! We’re discussing this NOW and I’m not leaving until your little pet project learns some manners and how to listen to orders!” Said kid snorted and uncrossed their arms, hands in pockets. “Well I, for one, like Wazowski’s suggestion. Getting away from your whiny ass sounds like a great idea,” they snickered as they nodded their head back towards the door and turned on their heel to leave where they came from. Donnie was physically shaking from their pent up anger about to snap, growling through grit teeth, “Ohhhh you little bug brained idiot I swear to St. Fuck I’m gonna-“ aaaaand then it got SO much worse when a harsh, guttural growl from upstairs sliced through the tension with ease.

Aw shell…

Mikey closed his eyes and winced, shoulders tensing in preparation for the next part. “No one is leaving until I’ve sorted out what’s goin on with the lot a’ya,” Raph hissed. “I didn’t even do anything man!” Mikey immediately protested. “Yet,” was Raph’s curt response. Damn…

“Raph,” Donnie sighed at a significantly lower volume, “The kid wasn’t listening to me the entire time-“ “THE KID was telling you your plan was nuts from the beginning!” the kid interrupted. Mikey could feel the frustration emanating from his brother upstairs.

“Dude it’s not polite to interrupt, you’ll get your tur-“

”Mikey go make sure the other guys are fine,” Mr. Bossy pants interrupted.

Mikey whipped around to look up at Raph. “The shell did I just say?” Mikey gawked at his brother, arms up in a mock shrug. Raph, leaning on the banister with his arms and fingers enlaced, gave a small shrug back.

“Don’t worry about this, I got it,” he spoke in a softer tone. Probably about as much an apology as Mikey would get, but he was still a petty brother, so he scrunched up his snout at the eldest before turning and walking to the back door through the kitchen.

As he turned the doorknob, he could hear some scuffling on the other side. “You dudes need to work on your ninja skills,” he snickered as he opened it. Three mutant hairballs sat on the steps outside, totally innocent of everything that could possibly exist. “Aaaand it’s rude to listen in on others’ conversations.”

“I dunno what you mean,” Scratch said nonchalantly, a tiny smirk creeping up his lips. “Uh huh,” Mikey responded, eyebrow raised. Taking the steps down and veering around the kids to face them, he put his hands on his hips and rocked on his feet. “While those three play house, who wants to brave feeding the chickens with me?”

All three groaned.

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#my writing #gremlin scrabbles #future 12!raph #future 12!donnie #future 12!mikey

[simpingcowboy]

100 FOLLOWER MILESTONE!!!

Firstly, I just wanted to thank any and everyone who has supported me <3 I wasn't sure what exactly to do for a 100 follower milestone (plus like ~15 more of you who got here within the last 4 day. You're part of this too, hi.) So I thought I'd just say a bit about myself and how I got involved with the Pedro fandom as I think it's a bit funny :)

Hello! For starters you can call me Am or A :) I go by She/They/He pronouns absolutely any of those are fine to use. I'm 21 years old and live in Chicago, IL in the US though I'm originally from Seattle! I'm Zapotec Mexican and American Lakota and just a littleee Polish (my love for perogies has to count for something right??)

Abit of what I do IRL! I work as a barista at [redacted mega green coffee corporation]! Though I do some side gigs with my poetry and painting. I'm also very into furbies!!! I have lots of them. My DS is my bestie. I unironically play the silly bands game (don't judge me). I'm also very involved in my local drag scene! Yes, I am that type of ✨gay✨ I love surrounding myself with queer creatives here and IRL!

Let's talk about how I ended up in the Pedro fandom. So it actually starts...with my ex 😅 who had a MASSIVE crush on Mr. Pascal. We'll just refer to him as X. Truthfully, I didn't care much for most newer Star Wars stuff as it was primarily a nostalgia thing for me, but eventually X convinced me to watch ✨The Mandalorian✨ with him. Now he didn't actually TELL ME that we were watching it so he could see if I also thought Pedro Pascal was hot or not...X would just continually ask me what I thought. To which I mostly just responded "Uhh I mean I like his character yeah??" And give him my character analysis of Mando lol. It wasn't until we see Mando's face in the SECOND SEASON that I realized X had a huge crush on Pedro that I then used to relentlessly tease him about.

My simping didn't really start until I saw Pedro in Narcos! Maybe it's just that I could actually see Pedro in this but uhhh yeah that did it in for me lol. Fun fact, I did try to get X to do a couples costume as Agent Murphy (him) and Agent Peña (me) that he violently shot down :( it would have been PERFECT!!! Anyways that's where I fell into the Pedro Pit. And I haven't come out yet.

I lurked on here for awhile, before finally publishing my first fic on Christmas of 2021! I had gotten COVID the week before and needed something to fill my time so I wrote The Gift Exchange. Since then I've continued posting my writing on here :)

It's been fun for me! And give me a good opportunity to practice my prose. Everyone has been so kind to me! I look forward to getting to know y'all more and to have fun writing even more!!! Thank you for reading and supporting me <3

#Am talks #milestone

[waywardstraysau]

Monks meet Misfits

By: Mod Nightmare!

Or, Hunter is a fucking feral menace and Edric tries to explain the difference between what is good and what is right to Omi, with no success

…………

“How on earth do you manage to carve that so smoothly while riding Vex?” Edric asked as the two boys were soaring through the air, a successful grocery run having lifted their spirits. Edric was clinging to his glassy, turquoise-tinted staff with trepidation, Cedric staying perfectly still on the end. Hunter, meanwhile, idly sat sideways on his own mahogany one, his palisman, Vex, flapping her wings at the front to keep them steady. The short violette shrugged, seemingly more preoccupied with detailing his latest palisman project, a Crimson Valstrax, rather than paying attention to steering.

“Vex knows how to fly on her own, and how to get back to base, so why wouldn’t I take the opportunity to work on my project?” he hummed absently, switching to his thumb claw to dig something out in the head area, “If you trusted Cedric a little more you’d know you can’t physically fall off your palisman, only knocked off by external forces.”

“Uhhh, like a giant sky lizard coming right for us!?” Edric screeched, frantically diving out of the sky just as Hunter looked back up, only to be met by a large reptilian face, stopped mere inches from his nose.

"Huh, I didn’t know dragons were a hazard in these skies," Hunter mused to himself, blinking as his new companion in the sky did the same, mirroring his confusion, “Hi?”

“Hello.”

The two resumed their awkward staring contest a few moments more, what could be said in such a bizarre situation? Neither had experience greeting unknown living entities on personal flights before.

“Uh, Dojo, why'd we stop?” a voice called from behind the face, and a teen's head popped up over the dragon’s frill, breaking the little trance of awkwardness that both fliers were in. Hunter tilted his head at the newcomer, before having to physically stop himself from scowling as more heads popped up from behind the dragons crest.

“Greetings!” Hunter replied, feigning friendliness as he forced his body to relax. If the ten gallon hat didn’t tip him off, the giant bald head definitely did, and he would be damned if he gave those monks any indication he knew of them, “What’s a ragtag group of kids like you doing up in these skies this fine afternoon?”

“We should ask you the same question, given you don’t look much older than me,” the girl, who Hunter assumed to be Kimiko, shot back, aggression laced heavily in her tone, “What idiot goes around riding on a stick in the middle of the sky!?”

“Idiots, friend, there were two of us riding staffs up here a moment ago,” Hunter hummed, peering over the side of his staff as he tucked his current project in his satchel, scanning the vicinity for any hint of icy green. Spotting his companion had oriented himself a few hundred yards below, Hunter turned back to address his new company, “Okay, good, he caught himself. And if you must know, we were on a grocery run. Not all of us have the immediate option of flying home on dragon back, friend”

“I take offense to that statement,” Vex muttered as Kimiko seemed to relax, accepting the violette's answer. The Brazilian, Raimundo if Hunter had to guess, didn’t look to comforted.

“Yeah, but… how? Why?” the leader asked, eyeing where Vex was positioned on the end of Hunter’s staff.

“Because I’m a witch. It’s what we do,” Hunter cackled, enjoying messing with the monk squad as Edric finally managed to get back up to the group, “What about you fou-five? If that isn’t a wheel of cheese there”

“I am no cheese!” Omi shot back, jumping up and sliding down the end of Dojo’s snout, meeting Hunter eye to eye as he stood up straighter, hand on his chest, “I am Omi! We are the monks of the Xiaolin Temple, here to retrieve the Cat’s Eye Necklace, a Shen Gong Wu that has revealed itself in the area, for the side of good!”

“OMI!” his human compatriots yelled down at the boy as Edric picked up on the situation in the corner of Hunter’s eye, tilting his head in faux confusion at the smaller boys proclamation.

“Shien gon- pardon me?” the greenette questioned, catching the monks off guard as they all turned to stare at him, as if he were insane, “What?”

“You- you aren’t here for the Wu? You really have no idea?” Kimiko questioned in disbelief, switching her gaze between both boys, Hunter taking on his own clueless expression.

“Uh, no? We were on the way home, not looking for whatever mouthful thing cheese-boy is talking about,” Hunter replied, subtly backing up a few feet to put some distance between himself and the smallest monk, knowing the destruction he was capable of, “Did you guys lose this… Cat’s Eye Necklace thing?”

“Kinda did, kinda didn’t,” the resident Texan replied, scratching his head under the tip of his hat, “Its a long story, probably nothin’ y’all’d be interested in”

“Probably not,” Edric agreed, tapping his forefinger on the side of his staff, three times, a signal between the two witches akin to “play along”, “But if you guys lost something, we could help you find it! Hunter here really lives up to his namesake.”

“Yup, once spotted a white rabbit we were looking for in a herd of sheep from thirty meters up,” the violette agreed, kicking his legs out a bit, “You need something found? I’m your guy”

“Ooh, that sounds most impressive!” Omi agreed with a little clap, while his companions shared a look between themselves behind his back, “Like finding hay in the needle stack! Your skill could be most useful for this mission”

“If you’re willing to accept our help, that is,” Edric chuckled, while Hunter discreetly side-eyed the other monks, who seemed to have made an unspoken decision, “And its “Needle in a haystack””

“Eh, Potato, Tomato,” Omi replied with a smile as he sat down on the dragons snout, his three other friends finally looking back at the two witches.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, we wouldn’t particularly mind if you two helped us out,” Raimundo finally spoke, while Kimiko and Clay (by process of elimination) shot each other some strange looks.

“You kidding? I’m basically a housewife to this joker, It would be an honor.”

…………….

Deceiving the rest of the monk squad turned out to be a lot easier than Hunter anticipated. Dojo was easily swayed from his suspicions with snacks, Kimiko and Clay dropped their walls with a few palisman facts, and Raimundo seemed to be comforted by how well Edric got along with Omi, even if the former was trying to breach the subject of the difference between perceived inner heroism and actual good, and failing.

“Like the fish in the barrel,” Vex purred in Hunter’s ear as the group worked their way through the ruins within the forest, checking behind every corner and in every crevice, “The noodle dragon is trying to subtly breach our magic consciousness, but all he’s getting is facts about the Malzeno in MHR from me, and frozen fish recipes from Cedric.”

"Good. We need them to have their guards down before the inevitable Showdown, I need them to WANT to wager something in anger when I pull the rug." Hunter mused, gently scratching at the back of his palisman’s frills. Clay and Kimiko didn’t want the violette too far away for whatever reason, so he had to make do with only exchanging messages between Vex and himself. Who-

“Hey, Scene Boy,” Kimiko called, distracting Hunter from his thoughts as he turned to face the smaller teen, eyebrow raised, “If one were to, hypothetically, want a palisman for herself, where could she find one?”

“Well, you don’t find a palisman, first of all,” Hunter clarified, subtly scanning the area around them as he addressed his temporary companion, “And second, a palisman isn’t some wild animal, nor is it a pet, or commodity. You can’t just buy one, you can’t own one, there are a LOT of requirements to be met beforehand-“

“I understand nothing about what you’re saying,” the girl cut Hunter off, earning herself a deadpan look from the witch as Clay chimed in.

“He means ya can’t have one, Kimiko, ya ain’t qualified,” the Texan clarified, earning himself an appreciative nod from the other boy in their group.

“That exactly,” Hunter agreed, stroking the side of Vex’s neck as she lifted her head to glare at Kimiko, “Palisman are sentient, and if they don’t… lets say vibe, on your wavelength, they will not tolerate you for any reason. Most temporarily petrify themselves in self-defense if someone other than their witch tries to cast a spell with them”

As if to prove a point, Hunter silently commanded Vex to resume her staff form, then drew a circle in the air with her, producing a pair of flower crowns that dropped down on the monks heads, which actually startled Clay quite badly.

“If you tried that, Vex would probably end up biting you instead of just petrifying herself, so we aren’t gonna do a physical demonstration of that part,” the violette chuckled as Kimiko readjusted her new crown, eyes sparkling in awe. Vex hissed at her from where she was perched, as if to warn the smaller teen to back off, but neither monk paid her mind.

“Why would she bite? Ain’t she domesticated?” Clay questioned as the trio continued further into the crumbling city, making Hunter cackle a bit.

“Nah, Vex is her own woman. She’s modeled after a vampire dragon from my favorite game, so biting is probably her first instinct when someone tries to handle her aside from myself,” the violette clarified, watching as Vex traded glares with the Xiaolin Dragon of Fire.

“Maybe she just don’t like other girls?” Clay mused, to which Hunter seemed to think on for a bit.

“I never thought of that, she’s actually been pretty aggressive with any teenage girl who isn’t my sister, Luz,” he hummed, subtly tapping the base of Vex’s staff against the ground to cast a spell under the radar, “I almost got shanked when she bit Edric’s sister, but she’s also Luz’ girlfriend, so I guess the threat was warranted”

“Wait, yer companion wasn’t the one threatening ya for that?” Clay asked, confusion all over his face when Hunter absently looked back at him, subtly leading the entire group in a new direction from his leading position, “I mean, Vex did go an’ bite his kin”

“Amity would throw me into the Boiling Sea if I DARED try the protective older brother routine!” Edric called from his position with Omi and Raimundo, the latter two having their own little interaction at the moment. Omi then asked Edric something, and the greenette went right back in to his conversation with the other boy as Hunter gestured in his direction. “What? No! Thats not a euphemism-“

“That why. The Blights don’t exactly… tolerate each other, not anymore,” Hunter replied, ear twitching a bit when he got a hit. Clay looked like he was about to continue the conversation, but Hunter raised his hand, cutting off whatever the Texan was about to say as he got into a defensive position.

The forest had gone silent around them, the sounds of nature having fled, leaving only the four-way argument that developed when Omi had said something unnecessarily misogynistic a bit before.

Clay seemed to get the hint, and scooted closer to the violette, summoning his wudai weapon as he scanned the undergrowth with suspicion.

*shuff*

“Sǐ biǎo zi!” Hunter shouted, teleporting to intercept the claws that had been moments away from slicing Kimiko’s face into ribbons. With his sudden shout, Edric and the rest of the Xiaolin Dragons quickly switched to battle stances, as Hunter threw back the attacker who’d attempted an ambush, the girl landing readily on her feet.

“Heh, guess I should’ve listened when Mistress Wuya said you’d be a purr-oblem,” Ashley, in full Katnappé attire, giggled as a group of large jungle cats slunk from the forest behind her, fur bristling in rage. The Xiaolin monks mostly groaned in annoyance, aside from Raimundo, who was shooting a suspicious glance in Hunter’s direction. “Was destroying part of our glorious Heylin fortress not enough for you kitties?”

“I believe your dipshit master was asking for it when he’d locked us up in his weird sex dungeon,” Edric growled as Hunter noticed the golden necklace fastened around the other teens neck, its gem glinting menacingly in the limited light. Using Edric’s barbs as a distraction, Hunter quietly scooted back so he was next to Raimundo, who looked ready to stab someone if things weren’t explained.

“She has the Wu you’re looking for. Give me something to wager, and I can get in close enough to initiate a challenge before someone can get hurt” the violette whispered, earning himself an offended look from the Brazilian.

“So you were-“ he begun to hiss, but Hunter slapped his hand over his mouth with a glare.

“I was NOT initially. I only know how this shit works because Edric and I were locked up by some megalomaniac a week back and his bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up about the Shen Gong Wu,” Hunter half lied with a hushed growl, eying how Ashley’s now very real tail lashed behind her, a fight mere moments from breaking out, “I wager we have about fifteen seconds before the furry orders her new playmates to start mauling, so either hand over one of the Wu, or I’m stealing your weapon and putting that up for grabs, because I am not letting Edric get hurt on my watch today”

“… fine,” Raimundo consented, and quickly passed Hunter a familiar coin he’d been storing in his pocket, just in case.

Needing no further command, the violette darted in-between the two parties just as Ashley signaled for an attack, only for the order to be cut off by Hunter grabbing onto her little accessory, which lit up with a familiar golden glow.

“Ashley, I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown,” Hunter hissed victoriously, yanking the girl down to his level, “Your little Cat’s Eye Necklace for the Mantis Flip Coin, in Trial By Combat”

“Pfft, and why would I wager my glorious little charm for that old coin? It’s everything I could ever wish for in a Wu,” the catified girl scoffed, earning herself a feral grin from the small witch as he yanked on the chain around her neck, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Because I will NOT hesitate to remove your head with the chain of your precious accessory if you don’t”

“Can he do that?” Omi asked Dojo in the background as Hunter yanked the chain again, Ashley yelping as she realized the witch wasn’t idly threatening her.

“Yeah, can he!? He’s threatening my life here!” the blonde cried as Dojo flipped through his rule book, Hunter’s glare never wavering as the consensus was given.

“According to the rules, if one refuses a Xiaolin Showdown, they forfeit any protections the rules of magic engagement provide to prevent unnecessary fatalities” Dojo declared, making Hunter grin even wider as Ashley looked back at him in horror. “So, yes, this is completely legal, and Hunter can indeed choose to kill you if you officially reject his challenge”

“Then I accept! I ACCEPT!” Ashley cried out, and her Wu vanished in a burst of golden light, alongside the Mantis Flip Coin as reality warped around the three parties, pillars of stone rising from the murky gloom. Ashley jumped away from Hunter as the land fell away into a circular arena, with a little pillar for the monks, and a separate one for Edric to spectate at a safe distance, which Vex flew off to join him on. “You’re fucking insane! What’s your damage!?”

“His damage is you were an asshole to our friend, and we hate you!” Edric called from his “seat”, before turning to look at the monks on the nearby adjacent pillar with a little grin. “And sorry to say, we don’t really like you guys either, our little truce was mostly an act”

“What!? Why? Who could we have-!?” Kimiko spluttered in shock and anger, Omi and Clay looking quite saddened as Hunter nodded up at the peanut gallery to affirm his agreement with his companion. “We don’t like Ashley either! Why-“

“I KNEW IT!” a new voice suddenly cut through the gloom, and everyone turned to find Jack himself flying over to Edric’s pillar, landing as he jabbed a finger into the greenettes chest, “You left base to confront the Xiaolin Losers while I was sleeping, didn’t you!?”

“Jack!?/Spicer!?” chorused from Ashley and the rest of the peanut gallery, sans Hunter, who was looking smug, and Edric, who was holding his hands up with an awkward smile.

“That wasn’t initially the plan, to be fair-“ Edric tried to explain, but Ashley’s shouting cut the greenette off.

“You have to be KITTEN me! That loser is that friend I was an ass to?” the blonde turned on Hunter, gesturing to Jack like he was some unpleasant pest, which made the violettes expression morph into something less than friendly, “He’s the biggest jerk in all of China! You were seriously going to decapitate me over him!?”

“Decapitate!?” Jack yelped, earning a surprised look from the monks on the other pillar. “Hunter, what the fuck!?”

“Um, excuse me, but there are more important things going on than my promise of murder” the small violette gestured to the world around them, reminding everyone of the current situation, turning back to Ashley, “This is a Xiaolin Showdown, not a circus!” He proclaimed, before pointing at the monks, then Ashley again as he spoke. “I’ll be exacting vengeance upon you five later, but she’s first on my immediate list for the little stunt she pulled trying to get us all mauled by jungle cats”

“What the actual hell did I MISS today?” Jack asked in exasperation as Edric patted him on the back.

“This is why night is usually the time for sleeping,” Edric hummed as Hunter charged for Ashley, who screamed as the violette clawed at her face, “You should have seen Hunter in action, he played those losers like damn fiddles”

“As much as it pains me to admit, your friend is absolutely right, Spicer,” Raimundo huffed, the three other monks (and Dojo) preoccupied by the spectacle that was Hunter chasing Ashley around the arena, shooting fireballs at her fleeing back, “You’ve befriended quite an accomplished actor on your break. Speaking of, where the hell did you go?”

“The country of Nunja,” Jack replied, standing up a little straighter as Edric stifled a giggle.

“’Nunja?” Raimondo questioned as Hunter closed in on Ashely below, grabbing at her faux tail with a murderous grin.

“Nunja business, fucker!” Jack cackled as Edric high fived him, as the dimensions warped once again, Hunter having pinned Ashley under a heeled boot below and claimed a swift victory. Vex darted down to join Hunter, transforming into a staff for him to mount as Edric and Jack rose into the air, Hunter joining them with the Cat’s Eye Necklace clutched in his free hand. “Now then, with that business taken care of, we must be off!”

“Wha-HEY! You can’t just-“ Omi shouted, only to be shut up as the Mantis Flip Coin nailed him right between the eyes, knocking him out cold as Jack and Edric cackled.

“Don’t fret, little monks, we are sure to meet again! We’re gonna need more Wu than this one, after all!” Hunter chuckled, winking as the trio of rouges rose into the air, ready to race back to base. “BYEEEEEE!”

With a flash of purple light, the Xiaolin Dragons were then left stranded in the ancient ruins, alone, somewhat scared of what was to come for the first time in a while.

……

I WAS NEVER DONE WITH THIS SERIES, JUST ON HIATUS!!!!

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 18 - Part 2

Ayo! Cool kids go back and read the first part before the second!

So...! Affluent Yurt! Idk seems pretty dingy to me. Also if this looks like one giant room, that’s because it is.

Oh dear god oh f*ck the Sableye found us again!!

Only a few things to talk about, really:

I did need to reset once after a nasty Monster House + Agility + Draco Meteor combo. (What is it with Draco Meteor in this run?)

You can apparently hit Ghost types hiding in the wall with Rare Fossils lol

That said, Rare Fossils did not always spare me the mercy of Normal form Rotom, who hits surprisingly hard with flying type moves.

Rotom just before OHKOing Teresa with Sky Attack:

(Side note but I first saw this video on a post about Trump getting Corona and it made me laugh my ass off for DAYS.)

This was a tough decision at first ngl. Sleep can be useful in some cases. The move has a little more PP than Smokescreen. And I’m pretty sure we go straight to the Hidden Land Precious Butte from here, so I better be darn sure about what moves I choose to keep.

Then I took one look at the accuracy for Sleep Powder and laughed it off. Four stars versus eight? Bye bye!

Speaking of... Tropius almost never needed to attack, so I have no idea what his moveset was. All I saw was one failed Last Resort.

On to the next scene!

Hey, Andrea? Uhhh, irony just called and asked for you-

...Oh darn, I was too late 😅

Even without the portrait, you can see the “eh” is just DRIPPING.

I also like how the placement of Gastrodon makes him seem like he’s a part of the team (and not just an unwilling observer lol).

Oh yeah this is TOTALLY our fault. We left ourselves WIDE OPEN to theft, a conscious choice of action YOU’VE MADE TWO SEPARATE TIMES NOW

Man, how long ago was the expedition at this point? We have no idea how many “present” days we spent in the future, so...

...Okay, maybe not that long.

*muffled yelling from the peanut gallery* “YEAH AND THEY WERE THE ONES WHO FRAMED US FOR THE PERFECT APPLE INCIDENT! LOOK I KNOW THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW BUT IT MATTERS TO ME!!”

About the perfect apple incident? Oh yeah. Source: Trust Me™

Welp, Tropius just went MIA in a fit of rage. Understandable tbh.

So onward we go into the depths...

Wealthy Shore... Wealthy... Shore... I swear that sounds familiar, but I looked at all our previous dungeons and the name doesn’t show up anywhere. It’s very possible I’ve had a Magnagate dungeon named this in GTI? That’s the only explanation I can come up with.

In any case, this section was only 5 floors and I (thankfully) had no trouble breezing right through it.

I dunno if I focused on a different spot of the picture or what, but for this scene some of these shots have drastically different lighting/saturation. I hope the inconsistency isn’t too distracting...

This is on you, mate. You do a bad job of spying on the guild reconnaissance.

Well, we’re good guys in a video game, so we kind of have to care about you. Unfortunately.

Oh, to have been a Cutiefly on the wall for that.

It’s... a little touching, really... I absolutely would have kicked their limp bodies one more time before walking away lmaoooo

But then suddenly, redemption moment!

Actually, this added dialogue happened earlier, but my shot didn’t wind up looking too good... and this seemed like a natural place to put it instead!

...And then we never see them again.

Which is honestly kind of a shame? It would’ve been nice to have some resolution here. And maybe some groveling from Team Skull because you end up saving the world 😏 (I say like they’d ever do that...)

All joking aside though... this was definitely a missed opportunity.

And a little messed up? Because until Super Mystery Dungeon, for all you know they end up dying in the cave. Talk about dark.

Well Team Water Meanies, we had a good run. Thanks for the memories 👋

“...You two, can you move?”

“What, are you kidding?!”

Don’t let their deaths be in vain, click here to move on to Part 3.

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #explorers of sky #randomizer #chapter 18

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #045

“it is being buried in wet sand, with a music box in its hand”

Your best friend gets arrested for shoplifting. Are you shocked? I'd be stunned. Would you wear uncomfortable clothes just because they were stylish? Why or why not? No. I just don't give a rat's ass about what's in fashion and what's not. I care about what's comfortable and visually appeals to me as an individual. Have you ever made fun of someone’s name? No, that's very rude. How much money do you usually get from digging in the sofa cushions? I have literally never done this. You won't get anything outta my couch, anyway. Do you truly believe that miracles exist? No. There is always a scientific explanation for how/why things happen. Would you investigate the paranormal if you had the opportunity? 150% fuck yes. I actually think I'd be quite the good investigator for a few reasons, or possibly too sensitive to it as an extreme empath, which is the type of person spirits supposedly favor communication with/through. Do crop circles fascinate you? I guess? I can't say I believe in them being anything abnormal, though, but then again I haven't looked into this topic at all. Are you familiar with the "Emo Kid Song?" I only know it includes a lyric joking about cutting oneself so I automatically don't like it. Have you joined a site just because your friend joined? Possibly? Idk. Have you tried to stay in contact with someone, but they ignored you? HAHA this was 120% Jason towards me after the breakup. I was so desperate to remain friends, and at first he tried too, but it just wasn't working. He wanted nothing to do with me. Have you ever seen a coyote in real life? Uhhh I think so? Do you have anything locked up in a vault? No. What was the best job you've ever had? I've never had a job I liked. Magenta, aqua, or coral? Coral. Would you rather be a wedding photographer or a nature photographer? NATURE. Once upon a time I wanted to be a wedding photographer because the income is fantastic, but it's just not something that's fun to me. Like, I've shot a couple weddings, and neither were fun. They were exhausting and stressful. Nature, on the other hand, is calming and exciting to take pictures of. Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Did you pull an all-nighter last night? No, but I was up very late because I couldn't fall asleep for the absolute life of me. Do you read for pleasure? Yeah. I haven't really read since I've had a laptop again, though... Are you humble? I think so. Do you like to research things? I do, yes. What is your favorite type of donut? Probably glazed. Or chocolate frosted, or cake/plain... Idk, I like donuts lmao. Peacocks or lions? Lions. I love their loyalty to one another. Which name do you like better: Jessica or Jennifer? Jessica. Have you ever looked down on someone because you thought your religious views were superior? No; I may not like religion at all, but that's not a good reason to act like I'm hot shit just because others find comfort in it. Would you rather know everything the universe has to offer, but in exchange, lose all emotions or remain the way you are now? Well that's fucking easy, hell no. Feeling is important to me. If you could live and be healthy without sleeping, eating, or drinking, which would you cut out of your life? Um... sleeping, I guess? This answer would really change with the day. Would you rather burn or freeze to death? FREEZE. Burning alive sounds so fucking excruciating. Freezing would be a lot slower, sure, but I'd still prefer it over roasting. If it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease, and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in Hell? If Hell was actually real, I'm pretty sure I would. That's something worth sacrificing myself for. Could you live without having sex ever (again) in exchange for eternal youth? You're asking someone who absolutely doesn't want to live forever. Have you ever watched a full length pornographic movie? No, porn is absolutely not my thing. I don't wanna watch five seconds of it. The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Stones. What was the worst nightmare you ever had? My dad doing something to me that we're not getting into. Do you think that Christians (and other religions) can believe in evolution? I don't give a shit. After a shower, do you get dressed in the bathroom or your room? I get dressed in Mom's room now that I use her bathroom to shower. Do you like stargazing? omg yes Do you wear socks to sleep? omg no but Girt does and I think he's an extraterrestrial for it like wtf that sounds SO uncomfortable. Have you ever been in prison? Hell no, let's keep it that way. Whose was the last bed you slept in, other than your own? Uhhh... my sister's, I think? Do you ever want to own a house? It'd be nice one day. How do you feel about men? I'm scared of them. Do you know any police officers? No. Do you have someone who considers you their best friend? Girt calls me his best friend. :') Do you know anyone who plays bass? No. At least, not that I know of. Have you ever been in a polygamous relationship? No. What is your main hobby? Doing stuff on the computer. Do you like art? I genuinely think it's one of the greatest joys in the world, so yes. What’s your favourite game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus are where it's fuckin AT. Have you ever had a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend’s mom or dad? No. Are you afraid of frogs? No, I love them! Who are some of your best friends? Besides Girt, Mazzy and Tez. Who’s your favorite athlete? I don't have one. Do you tend to use a ‘baby voice’ when you’re talking to pets? Duh. When was the last time you talked to one of your exes? Months ago. The last time you kissed someone, were your hands around their neck? Pretty sure no. Why did you even kiss the last person you kissed? He was about to head home. How old is the last person you kissed? He's 28 for a couple more months. Have you ever been called a tease? Yes. When is the last time you got sick from drinking too much? Never. What’s the last song you listened to? Hi I am absolutely fucking obsessed with "Spieluhr" by Rammstein sobs Are you one of those people who gets jealous of boys/girls your current bf/gf dated? No; I've never understood this. Like, why would I? They broke up over something, didn't they? Do you prefer McDonald’s or Burger King’s breakfast? I've never tried breakfast from BK. We don't really go there, period. Do you scrape the mold off bread or eat around it? LKAJL;AKSDFJLKASDJFLKAWDJEQW HELL NO I fucking hate mold to like a phobic degree. I can't touch it. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yep. Have you ever been hit by the opposite sex? No, thank fuck. Do you think you are a good boyfriend/girlfriend? I sure try to be. Girt tells me a lot that I am, but I feel like I could be way better if I was a more capable adult. How many states have you lived in? One. If your girlfriend/boyfriend broke up with you tonight, what would you do? Don't fucking go there, I can't think of that. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? Hm. Probably. Have you accidentally sent a text to the wrong person? omg yes Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? The only person I hang out with is the opposite sex. Do you call anyone baby? Rarely Girt. It's not my favorite term of endearment. Are you afraid of roller coasters? YES. Are you scared of snakes? Nope. Have you ever spoken to a homeless person? Probably at some point, idr. Were you ever with someone while they died? Animals, yes. It's the absolute worst. Have you ever thought about hitchhiking across the country? Definitely not. Would you still love and stay with your significant other if he or she had to have a breast or testicle removed? Duh? Doing otherwise would be incredibly shallow and a total asshole thing to do. Have you ever done something bad but you don’t regret? Yes. Do you like getting hurt? I'm not masochistic, no. [TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever thought of killing yourself? I've tried to before. Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”? Girt. Are you too forgiving? I know I am. Are you looking for a boyfriend or a girlfriend? No; I'm very happy with who I'm already dating. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, do you remember the day you fell for them? I sure do. Who was the last person you couldn’t take your eyes off? LOOK MAN I was listening to/watching the video to Emigrate's "You Can't Run Away" again earlier and BY GOD Richard is hard to look away from in it lmao The highlight of your week? Honestly, how excitedly Ryder ran up to hug me at his birthday party. I hadn't come with Mom to babysit like I normally do on Fridays, and he'd really wanted to see me. It means so much to me how much he loves me. Have you ever been called a bitch? Yes.

#lyrics: ''spieluhr'' by rammstein #survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions

[vertinen]

Ffs i cant even rant properly

I love that her child is having a breakdown literally in the next room beside her and also close to the door and she just doesnt give a fuck. Saying smth like she’s busy thinking like damn bitch

Already ranted on about how i dont want to be an architect or a stem student but i just what to be a humss student and studying arts

Ffs I DONT DRAW BUILDINGS!!!! I DRAW PEOPLE I LOVE DRAWING DIFFERENT DESIGNS I WANT TO BE A CONCEPT ARTIST NOT STUDYING MATH

Math is a small hobby i do when im bored! I dont want it to be a huge part of my life im done with that, im done with kumon and math i dont want it i want it out of sight and out of mind.

I dont care about the car if i become an engineer or an archi because fun fact my friends always leave me in the end! I do not care about a car, i can get the license sure but the car i do not care because i cant drive a car knowing i can just crash it into another car or just on a streetlife and finally be done in this fucking life.

I hate being puppeteered i hate having no control of my life this sucks i hate my life why do my friends get decent lives and be smart while im here struggling to get ahold of my life and at the same time be the dumb one! Oh how ironic that the one that acts like the clown is the dumb one, the fool oh how i wish i could just hang myself and be over

All my parents want is to exploit me.

I may not know what i want to do in my life but it sure as hell wont be this. I want to be free but if you lived with your mom for so manu years how can you leave? I have too many opportunities to leave and yet i havent took it why? Why oh why indeed.

I am a stupid clown, used only to be exploited by the whims of everyone around me.

Looked at jobs that revolve around arts and goddamn is my ass gonna be cooked 😂

Sorry im trying to cope with never going to be able to be happy with the job i’ll have in the futurr because my parents want a job that is high paying because they’ll exploit me. Basically being a slave to them so yay. Fun.

Ive cried like 2 times now while grappling with the fact that i have to find a:

1. High paying job (bcs parents want me to)

2. Said job needs to be a job that i’ll be content with AND so high i can leave my parents

Uhhh yeah no shot i can have both of these at the same time who am i fucking kidding, hell im pretty sure i cant have both of them because of my depression and mental health fucking me over that im not even getting with honors

So fuck me ig

If worst comes to worst i’ll just kill myself fuck am i going to do if i cant even get my freedom

Might as well just die in the cage, forever stuck in it as poetic and depressing as it sounds

[wrenhyperfixates]

Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Disclaimer: Picture not mine

Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.  

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I’d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Teaching a Moderately Old Dog New Tricks • S.B

(Gif not mine)

Request: could you do a older sirius x younger (tonks' age) reader, maybe he's in denial about liking her because he thinks he's too old but she doesn't think that way. — @msmb

Summary: The man you fancy has been avoiding you. Tonks gives you an idea.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of cigarettes, kissing, older man/younger woman (but reader is Tonks’ age), light mention of remadora (does that need a warning?), Sirius is a bit self deprecating, heated make out, Moody’s all seeing eye

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Inspiration hit at 1am. Uhhh Kissing can either be well written or extremely cringe. I can’t tell what category my kissing is in, so possibly sorry in advance? OotP Sirius is so hot and I will love him forever. Hope you guys enjoy. Love you all❤️

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“So how’re you and Sirius?” Tonks asks, her hair a violent shade of violet as she swings her legs over the arm of the couch at Grimmauld Place. She takes a sip of her daisyroot draught, excited for any news.

“I don’t know.” You respond, swirling your own goblet in your hand. “How’re you and Remus?”

You smirk as she almost chokes at the mention of the man of her dreams.

“I asked you first.” She shoots back after her coughing fit goes away.

“You’re annoying.” You take another sip.

“Cry about it.” Tonks huffs. “But don’t change the subject.”

“Merlin, I wish I had an answer for you.” Groaning, you run a hand through your hair. “He seems to be pulling away from me, yet again.”

“Ugh, men.” Tonks mimes a fake gag.

“I mean, he pulls me into a broom closet for a quick snog and now he won’t even stay in the same room as me!” You cry out.

The draught is sweet in your mouth as you down the rest of your goblet. “‘Ugh, men’ is right. I will never understand them.”

“At least you get a snog.” Tonks retorts. “Remus barely grazes my fingertips passing me a piece of parchment and suddenly he’s all pink and avoiding me for weeks.”

“Are they that daft, or are we just shit at flirting?” You pour yourself some more daisyroot draught.

The murky pink of the draught bubbles and sizzles near the top of the cup.

Grimmauld Place is mostly quiet, the kids were all asleep and someone paces in the room above. There’s faint laughing coming from the kitchen, but that could be one of the Black family portraits, so it’s no concern of yours.

“It can’t possibly be the latter because if I remember correctly, flirting was our specialty back in school.” Tonks winks from her stretched out position.

“Oh yeah.” You muse sarcastically. “All those people we managed to seduce at Hogwarts...”

“Hey! I snogged Penny Haywood seventh year!” She declares.

“It was a game of truth or dare! We all snogged Penny Haywood!” You exclaim, almost spilling your drink all over your robes.

“My point still stands.”

The house groans and creaks in your comfortable silence, Kreature’s dragging gait echoes through the corridor.

“Sirius has nice lips.” You sigh dreamily, your thoughts once again preoccupied by him. “Would love to snog him again.”

“You should.” Your friend replies. “At least one of us needs a proper love life.”

“But he won’t talk to me...” You childishly whine. Pouting, you drink from your goblet.

“Well maybe you should be the one that pulls him into the cupboard next time.” Tonks shrugs, waving her wand to fill her goblet once more.

“You’re brilliant, y’know that?” You perk up at her idea.

“I’ve been trying to tell you that since we were eleven, (Y/n). Can’t believe you’re just now admitting it.”

The night gets cut short after that, mostly because the two of you have work in the morning and the Ministry of Magic was already unbearable sober. Hungover at the office meant a lot more suffering than usual.

You’ve never been more thankful for Molly’s desire to put the gaggle of kids to work around the house.

Even when you get back from the Ministry the the next night, they’re all still galavanting with doxycide upstairs, letting the exhausted adults have a moment to relax.

That’s when you decide to strike.

There’s an extremely convenient and mostly empty broom closet on the ground floor close to the kitchen that is just ripe with opportunity.

Tonks gives you a thumbs up and shoots you a wink as she passes you and strides into the kitchen. You’re leaning against the doorframe, pretending to be preoccupied with checking your nails, but in reality, you’re watching and waiting for Sirius to come a little closer.

His black curls with the occasional strand of grey rest on his shoulders. His velvet burgundy blazer stands out against the dark wood and blue theme Grimmauld Place seems to really enjoy and embrace. You watch his gold pocket watch glimmer in the flickering orange candlelight and how he twists the rings on his fingers.

Your heart flutters at the mere sight of him.

He finally breaks away from his conversation with Remus before turning around and making his way towards you.

He struts closer, heels clicking against the floorboards and your hands jitter in excitement. You’ve never been one to initiate these types of things before.

“Alright, (Y/n)—“ Sirius starts, reluctantly nodding his head in greeting.

But since he’s within arm’s reach, you grab his soft lapels and pull him into the broom closet.

With a flick of your wand the door shuts and you’re plunged into even dimmer lighting.

Your hands are still tightly grasping at his lapels and you have to admit, you’re a little breathless as you fervently press your lips to his.

Your eyes flutter shut and you press your chest to his own, effectively pushing him harder against the wall. You moan, feeling him kiss back. He tastes distinctly of firewhiskey and cigarettes and you’re loving every second of it. His lips are addicting as they move in tandem to yours. Sirius’ hands trail up to the back of your skull, pulling you closer to him, something you enjoy and gleefully let happen. The closer to him you are, the better.

The heatedly deep kiss sends a thrill throughout your body. Here you are, snogging the man you’ve fancied since the day you met him, in a broom closet of headquarters. Instinctively, your heart skips a beat.

One of Sirius’ hands detaches itself from your hair and instead, trails its way down your body to rest on your lower back. A jolt of excitement sparks and flares up inside. Goosebumps erupt underneath his warm hand. He squeezes your body tighter, quickly taking control of the situation.

Unfortunately, air becomes something that you’re losing fairly quickly and when you reluctantly spilt apart, you’re extremely aware of his swollen red lips. They stand out between the dark hair of his beard.

You’re panting as you cling on to his blazer for stability. The moment your lips touched, your knees practically gave out.

“What was that for, poppet?” Sirius pants as well, grey eyes looking into yours.

“Merlin, Sirius, do I really have to spell it out for you?” You smirk, still breathless. “I fancy you.”

“You what?” His eyebrows dart up in surprise.

“I fancy you? Like I want to go out for a drink sometime. Or I guess, stay in for a drink since—“ You ramble.

“You can’t fancy me, (Y/n).” He interjects, hands slipping away from you.

You carefully remove your hands from his figure in return. “Oh.” Awkwardly, you stuff your hands into your pockets. “And why’s that, then?”

Anxiously, he begins to twist the ruby ring around his thumb. The broom closet feels a lot smaller than before and the burn of embarrassment feels even harsher.

“I think you know why.” Sirius evades the question.

Your brows knit together in both confusion and annoyance. “No, I really don’t know why, Sirius, so please enlighten me.”

“Godric, (Y/n)!” He cries out. “I’m an old ex-convict with a fuck ton of issues! You don’t want that kind of baggage!”

Sirius scowls, not at you, but at himself.

“You’re in your thirties, Sirius. If that’s old than Mad-Eye’s ancient.” You try your best to joke and make light of the situation.

However, you see that your attempt doesn’t work.

“Hey, I don’t care that you’re older than me. I like you because you’re this handsomely charming and charismatic guy that shares my issues with authority.” Hesitantly, you bring your hand up to his neck. He leans into your warm touch. “And I really like you.”

“I’d be more of a burden than a boyfriend.” He mutters.

“You’re no burden. Not to me.” You reply, stroking his beard. “Never to me.”

“I’m a bit rusty.” Sirius confides. “Haven’t had a partner since the seventies. And I’m not the same person I used to be.”

“Neither am I.” You shrug. “Mostly because back then I was a wriggling little lump.”

Sirius snorts.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” You question, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind your ear.

“I felt bad.” Sirius confesses, straightening out his blazer. “Felt like I was manipulating you by leading you on so I was trying to get you to hate me. Trying to convince myself to get over you.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t succeed in that endeavor?” You tease your bottom lip with your teeth, innocently looking at the man in front of you.

His grey eyes are kind and soft gazing into yours even after years and years of torture and misery.

He’s someone to admire.

“Getting over you is probably the hardest thing I’ve attempted.” Sirius laughs. “And I escaped Azkaban.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Sirius.” You muse, rubbing the back on your neck in embarrassment.

“Flattery will get me everywhere, poppet.” He winks in return, amused by your gesture.

“So can we give it a shot?” You ask, praying to Merlin he agrees.

“Sure poppet, why not?” He grins, his white teeth poking out from the intense red.

In a swift movement he has you flipped, your back now pressed to the wall as he passionately places his lips back on yours.

You hands tangle themselves in his wild hair, his sneaking around your waist. You tug at the locks and he hums in approval.

Suddenly there’s a large bang against the door causing it to shake on its hinges.

“Oi!” Tonks’ voice rings out.

Sadly, Sirius pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on your own. His breath hot on your face.

“Mad-Eye says that if any clothes come off he’s barging in there, so wrap it up!”

Your mutter out a curse as you attempt to untangle yourself from Sirius.

“Also (Y/n),” Tonks yells again. “knew you had it in ya.”

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[buttsmasher]

This story is for @tyohlerrr. I think you'll really enjoy this one. He submitted a fucking sexy photo to go along with this story. Take a peak here.

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Farting, Gay Farting, Farting on Tongue, Willing Victim, Teasing, Musk, Musk Play

Today has been one of the roughest days since you’ve joined the army. You and Booker somehow pissed off your commanding officer again and were made to run until he told you stop.

“Yo Books.” You say as you jog next to your partner.

“Sup?” He keeps looking ahead, following the track with ease.

“Is your ass sweating as bad as mine right now?” Booker looks over at you and laughs.

“It’s probably worse man. That shit in the canteen is fucking with my guts.” Booker stops and lifts his leg up.

PFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Your heartbeat quickens, as you watch Booker get back to his previous speed. “Fuck man, sounds rough.” You joke trying not to let your mind wander.

“I’d hate to be behind me right now, the Booker brew is toxic.”

“I know, that’s why our barracks smells like shit all the time.”

PSSSSSSSSSSS

An airy fart hisses from him as he continues his jogging. “Fuck.” Booker huffs. “I’m telling ya man, once I’m on leave, I’m finding myself a pig slut and letting him go to town.”

“What?” You laugh confused.

“You ever had a fag eat out your hole?”

“I ain’t gay man.”

“I ain’t either. I’m just saying though, you get one of those piggy fags, hoo-wee. They know how to make you come just by using their tongues.” You stare at him briefly wondering if he knows your secret. When you’re about to pass Sarge you hear Booker let out another loud fart.

“God dammit Booker!” Sarge yells and you can’t help burst out in laughter. Booker reaches out for a fist bump, which you oblige.

“Good timing man!”

“You know I’m a pro.”

You go back to focus on your breathing and how fast you're moving when Booker surprises you: “I saw you sniffing my boxers.” You nearly trip over yourself as the realization of what he just said hits you.

“What are you talking about?” You feign.

“Two nights ago, when I went to shower.” Fuck he really did see you. “I saw you pick em off the ground and huff on them.”

“Sorry man, I-I don’t-”

“It’s no biggie man, I ain’t judging.”

“It’s just-”

“You’re a little piggy and you need to get my stink in you.” He interrupts again.

“Shut up.” You go to push him but he deflects you easily.

“Look if you want to sniff my drawers it’s cool. But I can probably offer you something better.” His mischievous smile intrigues you.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s just say, when we get back-”

“Keep running maggots! Don’t slow down!” Sarge yells as you pass him again.

“I swear to god if I just had one day with him.” Booker balls his hands into a fist.

“When we get back what?” You can’t contain your excitement which makes Booker give you a smug smile. “Fuck.” You say realizing how you sound.

“So you horny-horny.” Booker laughs.

“Fuck off man! I like what I like.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be under my fat ass in no time. Hope you like rotten eggs.”

“I-I.” You stutter as you watch Booker pick up his pace and runs ahead of you. That’s when the scent hits you. You swear it smells like a skunk just sprayed someone and you cough as you fail to catch back up to him. “Fuckin’ hell man!” You yell and he gives his ass a smack while he keeps running.

After an hour and half of running, Sarge finally tells you to stop running and sends you back to your barracks where you find Booker. He’s standing there shirtless, sweat glistening off his body, and his ass is hanging out from his shorts. “Nice outfit.” You joke as you throw off your sweaty shirt.

“You think so? Thought I could wear it out tonight.” He quips as he uses his hands to jiggle his ass. You shake your head as you pull off your boots. “You think you can handle this?”

“Hell yeah, your ass ain’t anything special.”

“Oh we’ll see about that.” He pushes you onto your bed and sits down on your stomach. “I kept it nice and ripe for you piggy.” He drags his bare ass up your body and then slowly back down.

“I ain’t no piggy.” You use your hands to grab ahold of his buttcheeks.

“You will be after I’m done.” You pull his cheeks apart to be gifted with a short airy fart.

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

The warm gust of air escapes from his ass blowing across your exposed stomach, making you shiver. “You like that?” He gives you the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Stop teasing man.” You groan.

“Just warnin’ ya, I’m gassy as fuck!”

“Like I just said, your ass ain’t special.”

“Aight then.” He laughs as he twists around to plant his bubble butt right on your face. It’s musky as hell and much, much better than his boxers. You take some deep breaths as he squirms around to get comfortable. “Just remember you wanted this.” His hole gets into place right against your waiting.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

An airy fart gets blown against your nose smelling like that rotten fart he let earlier. It’s extremely overwhelming and you’re immediately seeing stars.

“Fuck man!” You cough out. “That’s rank!” You pull away slightly but he uses the opportunity to push your head so it’s trapped between his ass and the bed.

“I told ya! Didn’t wanna listen.” He pulls off his shorts completely to let his dick free. Your mind goes to the same place and you attempt to pull your sweats down over your now hard cock.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Another quiet and airy fart gets blown across your ready face and you let out a loud moan as you take a large inhale. It smells like rotten eggs and old meat. “Lunch ain’t sittin’ right, all the better for you huh?” Booker jokes as he shakes his ass on your face.

PFFFFBBBBRBRBRBRRRRR

“See, that was wet as fuck.” Booker laughs as you cough the wet fart down. You groan, but continue to keep sniffing loudly as you slowly stroke your hard cock.

“It smells great down here.” You struggle to get out. “This ain’t nothing.”

“You’re disgusting. To think I was holding all these in for you.” He hikes his leg a little higher.

PFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFTTT

“I mean, who actually enjoys this shit?” He laughs as you can feel him stroking his hard cock. The toxic fumes assault all of your senses making your eyes water and your nose burn. “Fuck that stinks.” He waves a hand in front of his face. “That’s worse than normal.”

“Yeah.” You agree as you struggle to hold back the bile that’s burning it’s way up your throat. “I love it.”

“You sound like you’re struggling down there. Need me to stop?” Booker says, concern in his voice. You remove your hand from your cock to wrap your arms around him so he doesn’t move.

“I’m fine. Give me more.”

“If you say so.” You move one of your hands back to your cock as the other pulls and squeezes his massive ass. A silent fart graces your nose making your eyes flutter as you take the rotten smell into your lungs.

“Fuck Books, you smell so good.” You can hear him laughing above you but he doesn’t say anything. And by the way he’s shaking he’s getting off on this as well. “Seriously man,” You take another large inhale. “You’re addicting.”

“Just admit it dude, you’re a piggy.”

“Not…*sniff* a piggy.” He laughs.

PFFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFF

He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Can’t lie, feels good gettin’ all this out.”

“I bet.” You smack his large ass. “Let me eat you out.”

“Run that by me one more time.”

“Let me, eat your, oh so beautiful ass out.” You say mockingly.

“I don’t know piggy. It’s kinda dangerous down there, you sure you want your tongue near that?” You don’t even respond, you just swipe your tongue against his musky ass. “Oh fuck.” Booker moans above you as he grabs onto the bed for support. “Do that again.” You do as he says and his back arches even further.

PFFFFFFF

“Fuuck.” He groans as you struggle with the terrible taste he left on your tongue. “Okay, yeah, keep doin’ that.” You don’t argue, you just keep swiping your tongue on his dirty hole and every few swipes you poke your tongue into his ass. “Shit, we should’ve been doing this, uhhh, sooner.” His body is twitching above you. “I got a big one coming piggy. Fuck, get your tongue out” You can hear his stomach rumbling, but you refuse to pull your tongue out eager to get a taste.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTFFFTTTTTTT

The loud 15 second fart gets ripped right against your tongue and your mind goes haywire. The taste is god awful, making your thrash and attempting to push him off you. At the same time you can hear him groaning loudly as you feel him shooting his load all over your chest and stomach. You’re not far behind him cumming in your hands, shooting the largest load you think you’ve ever shot.

Immediately as you finish shooting everywhere, you start thrashing about again to get him off you. He gyrates his hips for a few moments until he notices that you’re not moving as much. He pulls off you and takes a look at you.

“Shit, are you okay?” You give him a thumbs up as you cough. “I think you’ve had enough.” He says helping you sit up from the bed.

“Fuck.” You manage to get out as you look at him. He just shakes his head and pulls his shorts back up.

“You’re fucked up man.”

“Yeah, probably.” His scent is lingering and you know you’re going to be tasting that ass for at least another day.

“You need a shower more than I do.” You punch his arm but he’s probably right.

“Told you I can take it.” You brag.

“Don’t push it. I have more in my tank.” Booker gives you a hard pat on the back.

PFFFBBBRRRRR

He makes an effort to fan the fart towards you and you just laugh. “See you in the shower?” You nod and follow him, where you get to play with his ass just a little more.

[ibis-gt]

aaaand have a short drabble for a borrower cam au too bc Por Que No Los Dos. uhhh major spoilers for an agatha christie novel but it’s not mentioned by name so. there you go.

When Cam first came across the little cottage in the woods, he heaved a sigh of relief. A human this close to his home was a blessing. He wouldn’t have to travel nearly so far to restock on certain supplies anymore. Anything metal or plastic he needed would likely be inside those walls, and he might even be able to snag some extra food. He really needed something to help him bulk up a little more for the coming winter; mouse pelts only went so far in keeping a body warm.

When he got inside, it was better than he could have possibly dreamed. The occupant was clearly concerned with the aesthetic of the place. There were odd bundles of dried herbs and flowers hanging from the ceiling, overflowing pots of succulents and ferns and other pretty plants, cutesy leaf patterns painted on the walls and over doorways, little throw pillows with mushroom and forest designs on overstuffed furniture. The whole place was cozy and quaint and straight out of a picture book. And after he’d gotten a look at the pile of stuffed animals in the bedroom, he knew he was set for life. Whoever lived here adored cute little things, and what was cuter or littler than Cam himself? All he had to do was stroll right up to them and introduce himself, and it was the easy life from here on out.

Oh, sure, he’d heard the horror stories of humans getting their hands on borrowers. But he’d also heard the success stories of borrowers getting all but adopted by the humans that had discovered them, pampered and adored and given everything their heart desired. He wasn’t much for daydreaming, but he couldn’t deny that the hard work of survival wore on a body, and more than once he’d thought about trying to get himself a human. And now this wonderful opportunity had landed right in his lap.

Cam took out his hair clip and combed his fingers through his hair, trying to work out all the tangles, before giving up and clipping it back again. He examined his reflection in a shiny ceramic plant pot. Adjust the poncho, wipe a bit of dirt off his face, check for anything between his teeth - okay. All good. He was looking his best and ready to get loved on.

The cottage’s occupant was lying on his back on the couch with a book and a glass of water. He’d finished the water some time ago and was now thoroughly wrapped up in his book. It was a murder mystery, and he’d made frequent guesses out loud to himself about the killer’s identity. He made one now.

“Oh, the secretary must have done it,” he said.

“Actually, it was the doctor,” Cam said, from his position on the arm of the couch inches away from the human’s ear. “Unreliable narrator, see.”

The human shot upright with a scream. Cam smiled at him.

“Hi, how ya doin’. Look, I live in these woods, and gosh is it a tough time out there. Wolves and birds of prey and the nastiest rodents you’ll ever meet. Sure would be nice if someone took me in and saved me from this horrible life of - whoa whoa whoa oh sHIT - ”

Cam leapt off the arm of the couch as the book thwacked into the space he’d just occupied. He landed on the coffee table, momentum carrying him forward into a roll. He sat up and whipped around just in time to see the man holding the empty glass over his head. Cam tried diplomacy one last time.

“Hey, listen, no need for all this, I just - ”

The glass thunked over him, mercifully open-side down. The human scrambled off the couch and ran to the other side of the room, hiding behind an armchair. Cam stared in open-mouthed silence through his glass prison. That... had not gone according to plan.

Across the room, Luther sat with his back pressed against the armchair and tried to slow his breathing to a normal rate. That... had been a tiny man. A tiny man who spoke to him. A tiny man who spoke to him and spoiled the ending of the book. What the hell was that all about? Were there more of him? Oh god, what if there were more, living in his walls, scrabbling around and -

To his horror, Luther realized he could hear a faint tnk tnk tnk noise coming from the room behind him. Slowly, he dared to peer over the edge of the armchair.

“HEY!” Cam yelled, voice muffled through the glass as he pounded his fist against it. “This is not how this is supposed to go! Get back here and dote on me, idiot!”

Luther ducked behind the chair again. Nope. Nope nope nope. He would not be doing that any time soon.

For another solid fifteen minutes, Luther cowered from a man a tenth of his size while Cam yelled obscenities, banged on the glass, and cursed his stupid luck. He finally gave up and sat down, putting his head in his hands.

Luther waited. The silence continued for a moment. Then, he heard something that chilled him to the bone. The faint but unmistakable sound of glass sliding across a tabletop.

In an instant, he vaulted the armchair and dashed to where the book had fallen on the floor. He slammed the volume down on top of the glass, pinning it in place. Cam, who had had to use every ounce of strength he had to move the glass even a few centimeters, threw his hands up in frustration at the added weight.

“Great! Leave me here to die, why don’t you!” His voice cracked, going hoarse from all the shouting. He kicked the glass, only succeeding in hurting his foot, and sat down again in a huff.

Luther got down on his knees and peered cautiously in at the tiny man.

“H-hello?” He managed to say.

Cam glared at him and gave a sarcastic wave.

“Um, are there more of you around?” Luther darted a nervous glance around the room.

“Nope. Just me here.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” Luther ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t think I could handle more than one of you. I mean, I can barely take care of spiders, you know?”

“I believe it,” Cam snorted. Then an idea came to him. “I could, though.”

“You could what?”

“I could take care of spiders. For you, I mean. I bet you get a lot in here, right?”

Luther grimaced. “So many! Oh god, and they’ve got all those legs, and they leave those horrible webs with all those insects in them... eugh.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to have to deal with all that. You want a professional.”

“A professional?” Luther echoed doubtfully.

“Exactly.” Cam spread his arms out wide. “You want someone who can go toe to toe with them, literally! You want someone on the spiders’ level. Well, he’s right here, and available for hire for the low low price of a place to sleep and a bite to eat.”

“Hmm.” Luther considered this. He looked critically at Cam for a moment. “I bet you don’t eat much, do you?” He mused.

“And I don’t take up too much space, either.” Cam waggled his eyebrows. “Whaddya say?”

Luther paused for a moment, then said, “Okay, sure. Just don’t spoil any more books for me and you’ve got a deal.”

Cam gave a sheepish grin. “Heh, sorry about that.” He waited for a moment. Neither man moved. “Soooo... are you going to let me out?”

Luther chewed his lip. “Yes. Absolutely.”

“...When are you going to do that?”

“Right... now.”

Another long moment passed.

“Okay, but see, you didn’t lift the gl - ”

“I’m working on it! Give me a minute!”

“Okay, okay, sorry.”

They stared at each other for another moment or two.

“Buddy. This is not how I want to spend my night. Let me out.”

“AAAaaaaokayokayokay.” Luther lifted the book and the glass and shot backwards onto the couch, curling into a ball and staring at Cam. Cam stared back at him curiously.

“You are... weirdly afraid of small things.”

Luther buried his face in his hands. “I knowww,” he moaned. “I’m sorry.”

“There, there,” Cam said. “We’ll work through it together, roomie.”

#writing #cam and luther #borrower cam #the flipside! #yet another one where i just had so much fun with the dialogue #[posts this at 2am like a normal person] #expect a morning reblog