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yellowhollyhock · 21 days

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Please tell us more about Donny and Angel I love these two as a couple they so cute! She’s so perfect for him and vise versa. I like to pretend when the series ended they became official they got married. Mikey is the flower girl because that’s hilarious to me and he’s genderqueer so he’s like yes I get to wear a dress. LH is best man because he’s Donny’s best friend. I am not sure what Raph and Leo are lol. I know there’s brides maid but not sure what you call the version for the groom so Raph and Leo are up there with LH.

Aaahdhhs thank you!! 💜💜🥹 I am always at any time so ready to talk about Donny and Angel.

I love your ideas about their wedding! I think since Splinter would be officiating, Raph can give Donny away (is giving grooms away a thing? if it isn't then, oh well it is now), and Leo can be the ring-bearer. Angel's friends Ashley and Jessica who I made up for the Meeting Gramma fic (it's in pinned post) are bridesmaids.

Okay so below the cut, here's some things I've been thinking about, and how I imagine his proposal!

I don't imagine them fighting often, but one thing that would definitely cause friction is his driving. In the show his bros always let him drive, but have you ever noticed how he's crazy? Usually I think it ends up that way because there's a big chase or it's just comedic, but I like the idea that he's actually quite reckless. Tbh, a lot of people I know irl who are really good at working on cars are really bad at driving safely. They know exactly how far they can push that machine and they like showing it, sometimes forgetting to factor in that there are other people on the road and such things as safety laws.

Anyway Angel lost her mom in a car crash where the other driver was at fault. She was six. Neither her nor Ryan have licenses, partially because driving is scary to them but also because they live in New York City.

I don't think Donny would take it well when Angel calls him out about his driving. This is something he taught himself how to do in order to take better care of his family. He didn't have access to the resources she did to learn (experienced drivers, opportunity to legally obtain a license), and she hasn't shown any interest in using them (he doesn't know about how her mom died at the time), so why should he take criticism from her? He gets defensive when she makes a comment, something she is not used to from him, and they both end up pushing and holding onto little things. Angel says she'd just rather not get in the car with him and if he wants to go places with her they can walk. This seems pretty inconsiderate to Don who cannot simply walk through the city, and he doubts she wants to learn how to slink around and jump across rooftops since she doesn't even want to learn to drive.

Once they've both had time to cool down, he apologizes--he hates that he made her feel unsafe, he'd be happy to walk places with her if that's more comfortable, and he'd like her to know he has asked Raph to backseat for him for a while (call him out if he takes corners too fast, breaks laws etc). With him being vulnerable and apologizing, it's much easier for her to realize and admit why it actually scared her so much, that it wasn't all to do with him, in fact she never feels safe in cars. As they've been getting closer she's been worrying a lot that she would lose him somehow. She apologizes for losing her temper and calling him out in front of everyone (everyone probably consists of April, Casey, and his bros). She tells him how much she appreciates that he's trying to do better and that of course she doesn't mind driving places with him, in fact she feels better knowing that if something does happen, she'd know about it right away.

Also kinda thinking maybe Donny teaches her how to drive, later when she asks. I think she'd still feel safer with him at the wheel, especially once he starts being more careful, but it could still be empowering for her to know.

Their proposal~~

He takes her to Central Park--they wouldn't go somewhere like that very often, but they risk it early one November morning for what he will only vaguely call a 'special occasion.'

Anyway it's not hard to stay disguised because he's freezing and wearing so many layers you can't even tell he's round. (We don't really see the turtles in winter clothes much in the show, but after all the chaos had stopped I think they'd be more comfortable doing little things for themselves such as keeping warm). They buy hot chocolates. She makes a snow angel, which he cannot stop laughing about. She keeps close by to keep him warm, which makes him nervous because the ring is in his pocket and she's going to find it before he's ready--he panics and starts a snowball fight. She's in her element. He's getting more flustered by the minute. He's still a ninja though, and holding his own--until in a moment of distraction she nails him right in the face. She's wheezing, crying, cackling and fussing all at once--and when she comes over to help him up he panics again and takes the opportunity to pull out the ring.

It's a puzzle ring. They've talked about it before, and she's never liked the idea of a fancy gem. She wears lots of jewelry, and an engagement ring of all things should be practical to wear daily, not like her studded nose rings or chain necklaces with all kids of loud charms.

He pulls it out and lets them dangle from each other; four rings, all attached to each other. "It takes some work to fit them together," he explains as he assembles it for her, "But it's impossible to take them apart." Allowing herself to get close to people has been a big deal for her since her dad left. He's still haunted by the possibility of just disappearing one day, apparently without a trace.

He's getting teary and having a hard time getting through the speech he planned so carefully. "I want that for us."

She slips the ring on and pulls him into a hug. "I want that, too." Then, as if she's only just thought of it, "Let's get married." Because she's always loved making him laugh 💜

#thanks for the ask!#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #tmnt angel #donnie x angel #dongel

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healerelowen · 10 months

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22 for ask game!

Hello Hello Cosmic!

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Oh where do I even begin. To break this down, I will make points and explain why I like it and feel like it's overlooked. (Oh it's Inscryption related obviously/lh)

-The Photographer is P03's favorite Uberbot. It's never brought up directly in the game, but have you ever noticed how P03 doesn't compliment any of the other Uberbots besides the Photographer? He calls the Photographer cool. Meanwhile with the others he either insults them or doesn't really say anything about them at all. Implies that he dislikes the Archivist because she and her librarians messy and disorganized, says "That's quite enough of that" sometimes when defeating the Unfinished Boss, and literally all of the dialoge before and after the G0lly fight. That bot is picking favorites.

Small little bit and personal interpretation of the reasoning is that P03 still. has. feelings. for. Leshy. Despite everything that happened between them, from the divorce and Act 1, P03 still loves Leshy in a bittersweet sense of being able to reminisce happy memories together but also the painful knowledge that it'll never happen again. Just some food for thought.

-Royal makes fun of his cause of death. In the game, Royal has multiple lines where he makes fun of his cause of death, scurvy. A quick excerpt from the Inscryption wiki has a bit of dialoge from Royal backing this up, reading, "Yar, life didn't give me lemons... So I died.". It's actually quite endearing and funny. But have I ever seen anyone talk about it? NOPE. Talk about Royal more please or I'll do it myself, this is a threat <3/lh

-Magnificus out right in the ending of Inscryption is like, 'My goo mage is already gone, how do you feel about that Luke? Just eject the fucking disk.' Which is guilt trip 101. This is the same guy who painted off Goobert in his own painting as a gift to Magnificus, but why he says that at the end is interesting. Perhaps he knew that Luke, and by extension us, are attached to Goobert and therefore would feel bad and turn off the game to save whatever is left. This could be read as Magnificus being more of a douche than he already is, but I think it's a bit more complicated than that.

I think this is a part of him not being able to accept death and therefore isn't ready to accept his fate. We all know that he can see the future and how his fate is already sealed, but living with it? Bearing the knowledge that he's going to die and there's nothing he or Luke can do but let it happen? Mags ain't ready to die. He even says so himself as the world disappears around him. But he ultimately disappears just like his Goo mage.

Yeah you can probably tell I think about this a lot-/lh

#inscryption #asks #cosmic

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spacedykez · 1 year

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Your the person I keep seeing post about O!Scott on my dash /pos

Please continue (Use this as an opportunity to talk about him if you want (feel free to answer this whenever you want))

OH my gosh yes O!SCOTT MY STRESS BALL MY STARBOY MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY i don't talk about him enough but OUGH HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME *slaps roof of o!scott* this bad boy can fit so much projection in him he is sooooooo sksfhaiuhdfiushaf /pos i love he omg i-

[note from future Moth: this ask was sent like 7h ago. i do not have adhd at all /sar] ok. i have composed myself. time to talk about da blorbo. okay so o!scott. da guy ever. can i be coherent about him we will see.

[hello, tails from three hours later here. let's go] o!scott is my little guy. he has a mysterious backstory and he doesn't remember anything other than floating endlessly in space :( he was left alone and he didn't know there were other starbornes :( in canon he's pretty much ur average scott smajor character. abandonment issues, pretty builds, cool aesthetic, and very gay. aka the perfect recipe for moth m0thmenace to get emotionally attatched to-

sorry Anyways. i has decided that he is my stress ball and i project aaaaaaaaaall my issues onto him /lh. so therefore captain sparklez (the other starborne) is like. angst fuel. 2 me. SO what follows is NOT canon but is my own headcanons. for angst.

o!scott is scared of sparklez replacing him/nobody wanting him anymore. almost everyone else has their own origin, and the ones who don't are just... more friendly than him. they fit in. they're creatures of this planet, and they all get along so easily. scott... doesn't. he's not from this world, and all he's known is loneliness. he doesn't trust that they won't just leave him alone. and so he has to give them a reason to keep him around. he has to keep building, building, building, to make sure he's unique. to make sure he's giving the others a reason to want him around. being the only starborne isn't enough anymore, now that sparklez is here. plus, sparklez is better than him in every way. so building is the only thing scott Can do. the one thing he's good at

taDa i angstified ur starboy <333 anyways if u wanna read my fics abt him here they are

we all need a hug - scott misses being among the stars. phil dadza's.

stars don't shine they burn - hurt no comfort scott overworks himself

stargazing - scott misses the stars. but this time he gets like. the tiniest bit of comfort cause philza takes care of him.

replaced - i commit angst of starboy for 3000 words. again hurt no comfort

man i should really write some actual like. happiness for this guy huh. i really just like to throw him against things and watch him break. anyways.

#asks #o!scott #anon-der the sea

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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Just thinking about 'there's still good in him' in regards to Vader but it becomes almost a plea after y/n and him fight, like she knows he's not a good man but she has to believe in that inkling of hope or else she will be lost to him. He wants to be good to her but the wounds of the past never truly scabbed over and he struggles to cope with having a person still seek him out after all the wrong he's done.

Vader doesn't make love easy and sometimes it's more of a punishment than a reward when he explodes and hurts the people around him. It's a cycle of him hurting people, recoiling in horror, and then justifying his isolation through the pain he inflicts, but all he ever wanted was someone who believed him to be something beyond a weapon. Regardless, it makes him anxious when he's away from her for too long. He becomes stifling and desperate to prove that he is sorry, but he lacks the patience to let her process her emotions.

She knows him to be beyond the label of the Hound, but when he belittles her, turns her away, and reminds her of why he is the Emperor's Right Hand, she needs that separation to mull over and process why she even loves him in the first place. It does mean she needs a bit of space, but Vader is incapable of giving her that. It feels as though she will abandon him at any moment and it makes his possession of her convoluted in desperation and fear.

That is his downfall; regardless of whether there is good in him or not, Vader is far too stifling for y/n to really take into account her own true emotional satisfaction, thus undermining the core of a healthy relationship - stability. Vader sweeps her off her feet and takes her along on the ride but he is unable to let her stand on her own in fear she will choose to walk away. The reader, lost in the hustle and bustle of being Vader's love, does not have the time to really think of whether he loves her or whether he loves the feeling of importance and dependence that she gives him. That is the eternal loop that is cursed upon them - is anyone really happy in this relationship? Who knows.

WHO WROTE THIS??? WHO??? REVEAL YOURSELF HOW DARE YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS /nm /lh

IM A SUCKER FOR SOFT VADER THROUGH AND THROUGH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS ANON,, the fact that he doesn't WANT to hurt reader but just cant help it. He feels as if its just his nature now to hurt those who he loves. He did it with padme, obi-wan, ahsoka, even his mom, and he didnt want to do it to you but he DOES i just 🚶🚶🚶🚶

Anon i love you dearly this is very lovely food and i cant thank you enough,,, the pain hurts so good

BUT PLEASE SOMEONE SEND IN SMTH FLUFFY BEFORE I CRY

#IDC IF HE HATES ME FOR IT #I WOULD FIGHT FOR THAT MAN #THERES STILL GOOD IN HIM #I LOVE HIM I REFUSE TO GIVE UP #ANON YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS THO I READ THIS INFRONT OF MY FAMILY AND HAD TO LEAVE THE ROOM

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roniscloud · 3 years

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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qyuoza · 2 years

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Star Crossed (LHS)

“Heeseung, you do realize stars are meant to be loved from afar right?”

Genre: Angst

AU: Idol!au

Warnings: Mentions of the reader dying, and nothing else really.

Summary: You didn’t have a long time left until your illness would consume you, so you decided it was best to let go of him while you still could.

“I guess we weren’t ever meant to be Heeseung” you smile softly, looking down at your hands.

Heeseung looks at you, confusion running through his mind. He looks into your eyes, the ones that were once filled with happiness. The ones that used to be filled with love, which now seemed to be burnt out. He couldn’t stand seeing you so exhausted and it broke him.

“Y/n, I don’t understand. What went wrong between us?” He questions, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You’re an idol and I am a fan, you’re a star while I’m only a mere person in the entire universe. Heeseung, you do realize stars are meant to be loved from afar right?” Heeseung could see the tears running down your face.

“Y/n please, don’t do this” he begged you, holding you close.

You break out of his hold, regaining your composure. It was never going to happen, given the consequences. You were dying, and Heeseung didn’t need to know that as it would only hurt him more.

“Find someone better to take care of you Heeseung, please. I’m not right for you” you sigh, keeping all your emotions at bay.

“Y/n we can make this right, tell what I did wrong! I promise, I’ll do better” he cried.

You hated seeing Heeseung so hurt, but you decided to let it all fall into place as you look into his eyes. God, you would never get tired of seeing his brown orbs, but this was possibly going to be the very last time you’d ever look into them.

“Heeseung stop. Listen to me very closely, because I’m only gonna say this once” you start, finally deciding to say it.

“I’m dying. I was diagnosed with leukemia half a year ago and I don’t have very long, so please Heeeseung, find someone to take care of you” you stare up at him, a look of shock on his face.

“Y/n, doesn’t this give me more reason to spend more time with you?” He replies, confused, but you only shake your head.

“Heeseung, you have to understand, it will only make things more difficult for us. You’ll get attached, and I don’t want that for you ok? It’s best we leave it until here. But maybe, just maybe, we might meet again in a different lifetime. I won’t be sick and you won’t be an idol, just two normal people” you confess.

Heeseung doesn’t disagree, but stays silent. He’s loved you so much and showed you what life could offer, and if you wanted him to do the same for someone else, he would. After all, he always admired how selfless you were and that would never change.

“Y/n, at least let me get one more I love you and goodbye. I know this won’t ever be the last, but this will be the start of something else for us” he chokes up.

You didn’t hesitate as you gave Heeseung a soft kiss on his lips. The last time you would ever do so, but you had hope.

“I love you so much Heeseung, thank you for everything” you smile. Heeseung pulls you in another embrace before placing a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you more Y/n. What we had was special and I will take it with me while I continue to live for you” he smiles, the floodgates finally opening.

—

Heeseung was running late to his class, but didn’t stop as he rushed past all the students in the hallways at Decelis Academy.

“Watch where you’re going Lee!” One of the students said, but Heeseung only gave a nod of his head as he continued to run.

Since the boy was careless and wasn’t looking, he immediately bumped into a girl. “Sorry about that! I’m kind of in a rush so can I get your name so I can find you later?” Heeseung says, standing up and helping her.

“It’s nothing, I’m Y/n, you are?” Heeseung froze, was it really you? It couldn’t be.

“Lee Heeseung” he smiles, looking into your eyes. Maybe the universe bring you both back together unironically, not as fan and idol, but as two normal people.

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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the last time | oikawa t.

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader wc: 1115 words, angst. warnings: slight manga spoiler with mention of timeskip!oikawa summary: you saw it coming, he didn’t. all too abrupt, oikawa realizes that at the cost of pursuing his dream, he has to give something up.

note: you may or may not listen to taylor swift’s the last time while reading :D

It really wasn’t a conversation meant to have in the middle of the bustling Sendai International Airport — where crowds are too busy going from one end to another, trying to not be late for their flights. The announcements heard over the speakers mingled with the noisy chatters of the people out and about making it hard to have a normal talk but somehow, both of you can hear each other. Your words piercing through the commotion and reaching him clearly.

“You walk past those gates and you’re throwing away the six years that we’ve spent together.” Hands shaking at the sides and eyes betraying you of the emotions that you’ve kept while you were driving to the airport. You weren’t thinking clearly when you hastily ran out of the apartment, only fueled by your raging emotions as you grabbed the car keys and almost sped past every stoplight to catch Oikawa before his flight.

You didn’t know what came over you, what caused your mind to be filled with dread and doubts when during the time that Oikawa broke the news to you, you were the happiest for him. Years of supporting him by the sidelines, staying through his highs and lows, watching as he worked himself to the bones, his efforts finally came into fruition in the form of earning that coveted spot for a team in Argentina.

That time, you didn’t think about what it would cost your relationship. Only hyping him up as he prepares himself for success as – in your own words – the best setter that Argentina has ever seen. Of course, that encouragement did so much for Oikawa’s confidence and he was determined to make you prouder of him.

But right now, as those words slipped out from your lips with no warning, that confidence is shaken, threatening to leave him a hollow of a man.

“Where is this coming from?” His questioning gaze does not do much to conceal the stricken look in his eyes. “I thought you couldn’t make it here today.”

You take careful steps towards him in efforts to avoid too much attention from the passersby. But it was only in vain as the both of you have already drawn the curious eyes of passengers, muted whispers coming from them as they watch a couple on the brink of their end.

“I’ve been thinking.” Oikawa’s heart rate start picking up, hands clasping the hold on his luggage tighter. “I’m happy for you, Tooru. I really am, but you’re off to another country to pursue what you want. To pursue your future. Where does that leave me? Our relationship?”

The gears finally click in place and Oikawa understands the radio silence from you in the past week leading up to his departure. Why you’ve kept your distance, text messages limited to not more than a sentence, calls almost none.

His voice trembles, “You can’t do this to me. Not now. We’ve talked about this!” But he makes no effort to come to you, feet rooted in place just a few meters from immigration. The look in his eyes begs you to take back your words. “You said you’d wait. It’s only a few months or a year until I settle down and earn a permanent spot in the team. Then I’ll come get you and we can start our lives together there.”

Resigned, you cast your gaze downwards. Even without sparing him a glance, you can see that Oikawa is already as heartbroken and confused as you are. But one look at him and your resolve will only crumble.

“That future… that’s what we both want, right?”

“No, Tooru.” He feels his heart shatter, leaving in its wake pieces that are incapable of being glued together. “That’s what you want.”

He couldn’t take it more, closing the gap between the both of you and cradling your face in his hands. He forces you to look up at him, searching your eyes for something that tells him you don’t want this. But he fails.

Someone said that if they’re the love of your life, then they should already be your future. But in this case, you can’t find where you stand in Oikawa’s priorities, in his future. You may be his present now, but that’s not to say that things will stay the same days, weeks, months, or years from now. People change. Feelings fade.

And it’s easy to blame it on your friends for planting that seed of doubt in your mind. But deep down, you know that there’s always been a lingering thought in your mind that questions whether staying with him is worth it in the long run.

“Please don’t make me choose. I promise I won’t make you wait for long,” Oikawa presses his forehead to yours, traces of hot tears falling down his cheek.

“I can’t stand being here and doing nothing but wait for you, Tooru.” Your hands wipe his face, caressing them with a touch that screams finality. It sounds selfish, but really, after years of giving yourself to him, you’ve thought about it long enough and have come to a conclusion that maybe it was time that you work on yourself.

While some people grow together even when apart, you have a feeling that you and Tooru have differing dreams. Too different that it was only a matter of time and distance until your relationship falls apart.

So, you went ahead and decided to be the cruel person to break Tooru’s heart just before he flies to Argentina. You figured he needed it anyway so he can truly start over, with nothing holding him back from his past in Japan. So he can only move forward.

“Calling all passengers for flight LH 511 bound to Buenos Aires. The aircraft is being prepared and boarding will start in a few minutes.”

You’re about to remove his tight hold on you, but he doesn’t let you. Only capturing your lips in a searing kiss, but it’s so much different from the ones you’ve shared before. You feel his desperation, the way he longs to cling to you for just a moment more in the way his mouth moves against yours.

When he pulls back, he gives you one final look. “You’re mean. I hope you know I can’t just move on or forgive you for doing this.”

He composes himself, turning around and pulling his luggage as he struts to the gate.

You look at his retreating back, committing to memory this image of him for the last time, before you’re completely breaking down in the middle of the airport.

“I know. I won’t be able to forgive myself too.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #oikawa x reader #haikyuucreations #haikyuu angst #oikawa angst #haikyuu one shot #oikawa drabbles #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu fics #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #really nobody asked for another angst!!!!! but here i go anyway #also not me having the last time on repeat while writing this!!!!! :p

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noa-nightingale · 3 years

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Gay Oar!!! ✨💖 - second post

After I wrote my nerdy little text about the appearance of Oar Oar in the Mansa Musa PH ep (you can find that post here), I naturally also had to write one about Sword Oar appearing in the Smallpox ep.

I honestly should have expected him to show up sooner or later after his boyfriend already did but it still caught me off guard. ✨

I’ll use my beautiful “autisticwatcher” tag for this (and if you also have to say things about Watcher-related autism stuff or autism-related Watcher stuff, feel free to use it too). Here is an attempt to justify it even though this topic probably is not inherently autistic: a) I experience every part of life through an autistic lense and b) the ways I express joy are... let’s say, atypical.

Here’s what I mean by that (and don’t worry, this is going somewhere): I am not a very outwardly expressive person. My face is kind of neutral most of the time (you could call it resting bitch bastard face), I have a voice that is often monotonous, and I don’t like showing strong emotions.

And this is what I did when Sword Oar showed up: I sort of jerked back in my chair and clapped my hands once. Then continued watching the episode with the biggest autistic grin (i.e. with what probably looked like a mild smile from the outside). ✨

Let’s get into it! Once again, it brought me great happiness to write this, and - be warned - some of this stuff is pretty specific. And once again, I did not expect that I would spend my time writing about a sponsorship part. ^-^

Enjoy! 💖

“Okay, moving along! Oh-” - “Oar are we!” Never stop with the oar puns, please. I live for the oar puns.

I think I already talked about Oar Oar’s voice and how much I like it but Sowrd Oar’s voice is equally amazing (sometimes a bit hard to understand but I can live with that - I love that voice). I also enjoyed his soft little laugh in the beginning. It was sweet.

We get a little more info on the Professor who apparently smells like “rotten cotton candy mixed with expired vinegar” (also, the sound effect after that killed me lol). Oof. Didn’t have to expose him like that lmao. I like that Sword Oar says to the Professor “I like you but you are a smelly guy” - confirming that he indeed likes him (I have one or two headcanons about this but I am... not going to mention them here, for reasons I will write about below).

The sponsor for this episode is Scentbird, and Sword Oar starts talking about “smelling seasonally appropriate” which I like - we are transitioning into autumn, the leaves will change soon, it is almost Over the Garden Wall rewatch time (I usually start my annual rewatch in October), and I just like the autumn vibes, the thoughts of pumpkins and colorful leaves and little ghosts. It’s my favorite time of the year. 🍂

Here’s a quote from the episode: “put that light sexy summer fragrances on the shelf in exchange for a thick seductive scent for the colder months”.

Okay okay OKAY you... you can’t do this to me!! >:( I have Thoughts about this, okay? Again, I am not giving you any details here (see below) but I have one or two new ideas about Sword Oar’s and Oar Oar’s relationship, and all this talk about “sexy” and “seductive” is not helping.

Like... not to get too depressed in a post about anthropomorphic oars and a sponsorship but there was a time when it was not even legal to be gay (and that time was not that long ago) and there was a time when I did not see any happy queer representation in any media. (I had Brokeback Mountain and that movie is sad as all hell; it breaks my heart every time I watch it, it is incredibly tragic, and that was pretty much the only thing I saw happening to queer people in fiction when I was growing up - struggle, suffering and death. It does something to a queer teenager, is what I am saying. And you carry that pain into adulthood, even if things do get better.)

And then look at these oars - openly gay, openly in love and openly sexual with each other. Yes I am getting emotional about a goofy little quote in a friggin’ sponsorship part, goddamnit!! Even considering all the things that are better now, queer people still get hurt and harassed and harmed and sometimes killed for being queer, and queer sexuality is still stigmatized, and it means a lot to me to have these puppets who are just so unapologetically gay and talk openly about it.

Maybe all of this is an overreaction to a tiny little quote. But it makes me happy (and sad), and I want to talk about it. ❤️

Moving on! To more queer stuff (it is more lighthearted this time, don’t worry)! :D

He mentions not having arms or legs, and that’s the bane of my existence tbh. You probably know by now that I draw a lot of gay oars art, and I have complained before about the fact that these guys don’t have hands. Do you know how many gentle things I could draw if they had hands? You can’t lovingly hold someone’s face without hands, you can’t intertwine your fingers with them, you can’t hug them without arms. So. Yeah. The audacity! /lh

(Come to think of it, Maizey and Gebra don’t have hands either. Shane Madej, sir, I am begging you, please give your LGBTQ+ characters hands!)

Here is another quote: “Let me give you a rundown of some of the sweet sweet sniffs I’ve been dancing with thanks to Scentbird.” Ugh it sounds so charming. It’s just such a charming way to put it. 🌻

He then lists some fragrances and I especially want to mention Confessions of a Rebell - Morning After, and the quote “hot nights never smelled so good”.

I AM ASKING YOU AGAIN

WHY

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

And again, I won’t go into all the new headcanons and ideas and thoughts I have about these oars and here is the reason - I don’t know how many minors are following me. Like, I don’t want to make this stuff sound too lewd or crass because I think that queer sexuality is already too often seen as something “dirty” instead of something perfectly okay and natural. Still, I will keep some of my thoughts to myself. Let’s just say, I am very fond of... all of this. 😊

Annnnyyyyways, Sword Oar lists a whole lot of other stuff, and I know that he has to talk about the sponsor, but what I am getting from this is, the guy really likes his scents.

He mentions amber+leather, he mentions lavender, and he mentions Gendarme - Sky which is a “complex and sultry blend of bergamot, cardamom and aged leather”, and I now have a few more ideas about what Oar Oar smells like. (Personally, I like “masculine” scents. Wood, leather and the like.)

Watcher has a code again (you can get 30% off). ✨

The last thing I want to mention is this: “you delicious thing, you”. I am not entirely sure if he is talking to the Professor or the audience but I am okay with both. Because a) I already have a headcanon about the oars and the Professor (which I will not talk about here because, again, there are probably some minors following me) and b) ... oh to be called a “delicious thing” by an anthropomorphic gay oar. 😘

That’s it for now. I spent the better part of three hours with this and hey, if you want to do me a favor, be kind to a queer person today (and if you are any flavor of LGBTQ+, please be kind to yourself - you are wonderful). 💖

I did not mean for this whole text to be this emotional and sometimes sad but I don’t mind it either.

Thanks for reading! ✨💕

❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜

Also, here is some of my older art. Seemed appropriate. ^-^

#watcher #puppet history #gay oars #autisticwatcher #the professor #shane madej

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talatomaz · 3 years

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fear | paige dineen x fem!teen!reader

a/n: i’ve been rewatching Scorpion lately and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. this is based around 3x17. it’s a criminally underrated show and so original. also this is the first fic i’ve written in months so, sorry if it’s shit /lh

warnings: mentions of death/coma

word count: 3.1k

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reader is paige’s 18 year old daughter and sometimes helps out team scorpion but when she inadvertently inhales poisonous fumes, she soon finds herself on the brink of death, hallucinating her deepest darkest fear

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“Here.”

You said, placing a George Washington style hat on your younger brother’s head.

“Did you know that these are called tricorns and were referred to as-“

“Cocked hats? Yes, and they were worn not only by the aristocracy, but also as common civilian dress, and as part of military uniforms.”

You explained, interrupting Ralph as he stopped adjusting the hat and looked up at you with surprise.

“I was a history major, remember? You’re not the only one who knows things.” You joked, smiling when he did.

“So why am I wearing this tricorn?” Your genius brother asked.

“Well, you’ve got a history project due about Washington and what better way to understand his actions than by getting into his persona and pretending to be him?”

“You’ve been spending too much time around Toby.” Ralph smirked.

“Hey!”

You and your brother turned to face Happy and Toby who had just entered the garage.

“I’ll have you know that I’m a world-class behaviourist.”

“Shut it, doc.” Happy said, but there was no malice in her words.

“Where’s everyone?”

“Mum and Walter went out somewhere and Cabe’s with Allie at Sly’s desk because Sly’s asleep and drooling over himself.”

“Ew.” You said, replying to your brother.

As Happy and Toby left to find Cabe, you and Ralph continued discussing George Washington. You were both interrupted when you heard your mother’s voice.

“Morning!”

Yours and Ralph’s faces lit up when you saw she was holding a bag from Fro-Yo-Ma. Ever since Walter had got himself banned after a petty argument with the manager about a loyalty card which resulted in him having a black eye, you had all been unable to attend the establishment.

You smiled when an idea formed in your head and faced your brother once more,

“Hey, how about we sneak up to Mum whilst she’s distracted and grab our fro-yos?”

Ralph nodded in agreement and you both cautiously approached your mum who was busy telling the team that the frozen treats were for after lunch. As you both flanked your mother, you glanced over at Ralph and gave him a slight nod. Then you grabbed a tub each and began to sneak away as quietly as you came but your Mum looked at you both in confusion.

“Quick. Run, Ralph.”

Ignoring your mother’s laugh, you took a hold of Ralph’s free hand and ran back to the corner of garage you were studying in.

“I got to stop leaving them with you people.” Paige said.

Halfway through eating the frozen yogurt, you heard Cabe announce that Scorpion had a case.

Like your Mum, you weren’t a genius but you did help Scorpion anytime they were down a member, especially now since Toby had said he’d stay back to help Ralph with his project.

You were a little hurt that Ralph welcomed his help more-so than yours, despite you being the History expert, but nonetheless, you brushed it off and gathered your things to join the team’s trip to Greenland.

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Arriving at the Granse World Seed Vault, you tugged at the lapels of your winter coat, trying to keep some of the warmth in you which was a large feat considering you were stuck in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere.

The winds, that could only be described as gusting, blew through your hair, further obstructing your view as you entered the building.

Moving the hair from your face, you shivered and looked up to see that the vault was desolate.

“Well, now we know why nobody ever comes out here.” Sly stated.

You all watched as Walter failed to use the key card resulting in Happy jump starting the generator using the battery from the snowcat you travelled in.

Then you all split up to go and complete your tasks.

Your Mum and Walter remained at the entrance whilst Happy started to repair the generator, Cabe went to the breakroom, Sly went to the server room and you went to find the operations centre to locate the power conduit which you needed to switch off and on again.

The dark hallway you were in suddenly brightened meaning Happy had managed to fix one of the power sources. You let out a breath of relief; you didn’t exactly welcome the idea of wandering around a pitch black vault alone where no one had been for almost a year.

You then began to cough as the vents let out some sort of yellow dust. The smell was putrid, almost making you heave.

“God, that smell is awful. So much for this being an antiseptic facility.” You groaned.

“Well, this facility self-purifies its air, but the system's been down for days, so the seeds have decayed a bit, the vents are just stirring up seed dust.” Walter said through your comms.

“Speaking of stirring up, I can only imagine what kind of trouble is being stirred up in the garage. I worry about his maturity level.”

“Mum, don’t worry. Ralph’s the most mature person I know.”

“Oh honey, I know. I was talking about Toby.”

You snickered to yourself and then stopped when you realised you’d found the Ops Centre.

“Guys, I figured out what caused the surge.”

You listened as Sly’s voice crackled through your comms.

After he had finished explaining, you spoke, “So the whole place went dark because the programmers forgot to synchronize their watches?”

“Right! But if I can get the operating system's clock lined up with Finland's, then I'll have this fixed.”

Sylvester paused for a brief moment and when he spoke again, his voice came out in a panicked whisper.

“Is anyone else getting a weird vibe? Like...like we're not alone?”

“Hey, Sly. It’s okay. Just breathe.” You said calmly before telling him to follow your breathing pattern to regulate his own.

“Good job, y/n. Sly, everything’s going to be fine. Fix the server’s clock and we’ll be out of here soon.”

You smiled at your mother’s praise and went to find the panel switch.

You enjoyed working with your Mum, loving the fact that you got to spend more time with her since starting University. But sometimes, you found yourself feeling...lonely because most of your Mum’s attention was focused on Ralph and the rest of the team.

You understood Ralph, in the broadest of terms, that was. You loved him as much as your mum and you knew her looking after Scorpion was her job but it still hurt you because you didn’t have anything in common with the rest of them.

THUD

You jumped when the door behind you slammed shut.

“Mum? I’m locked in.” You shouted out worryingly.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Our blast doors are locked too.” Your Mum said, her voice calming you with every word.

“The vault prioritizes keeping seeds safe so it must go into lockdown when it's most vulnerable, i.e. a reboot. So the doors will open in 40 minutes when the reboot is done. Everything is fine.”

Walter explained before you winced at the shriek that came through on your comms.

“Sly, what the hell?” You yelled, rubbing your ear, as if trying to sooth the pain.

“They’re in here. They’re in here.” The genius repeated as your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Sly, what’s going on?”

“Sylvester, do you copy?”

“Sly!”

You all started to shout in concern, scared for Sly’s safety, before stilling when the latter’s screams fell quiet.

“I was right. I’m not alone. It’s chickens!”

How the hell had chickens got into the seed vault? You thought to yourself.

“Hey guys. I didn’t want Sly to hear us.” Toby said.

You figured your Mum must have called him and patched him through to your comms.

You all listened as Toby explained how Sly was suffering from a psychotic break but when he commented on some yellow dust, he realised that you had all breathed in seed fungus that affected the fear centre in your brain.

You started to get even more concerned when it became apparent that Happy and Cabe were hallucinating but you were shamefully relieved that the ergot spores hadn’t affected you. You weren’t sure you wanted to experience your darkest fear, especially when you were surrounded by your Mum and the team.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Mum. I’m not seeing or hearing anything.” You reassured her, hearing her sigh of relief.

“Okay, thank god. We’ll get you out soon enough, okay, sweetie?”

You blinked, turning around when you heard your mother’s voice behind you.

“Y/N?” Paige said through your comms.

But you just blinked again, because you could see your Mum in front of you and you couldn’t distinguish the look on her face.

“Mum, what’s wrong?” You said.

“What? Nothing’s wrong. Toby. Walt. What’s happening?” Paige said frantically.

“Y/N must have inhaled the ergot too and she’s now trapped in her false reality.” Toby explained.

“We got to get her out of there, Walter.”

Paige said, near tears, before falling silent as she watched you on the security camera. She saw you sit on a chair and converse with an imaginary Paige.

“Mum, what did I do? I’m sorry.” You said, tears forming in your eyes at your mother’s words.

“I told you, I don’t love you. Scorpion is my family. They’re geniuses and you’re not.”

“Mum, please.” Your voice broke, as you started to plead with her.

“I-I can’t watch this. I need to get her out of there. Y/N, listen to me. I am here!”

Paige ran up to the blast doors and started to bang on the reinforced steel. Her attempts, however, were futile, because she knew that the doors wouldn’t open until you, Cabe, Happy and Sly had completed your tasks.

“Paige, you have to keep it together.” Toby said.

“No, my daughter is living her worst fear and I can’t do anything to stop it.”

“I know. I want to help Happy too. But we can’t until we figure out what psychological baggage the fungus is unpacking.”

“And we might need to hurry because Sly is getting unsure of foot.”

Walter said as Paige returned to his side to see Sly having trouble keeping his balance.

“God, we need to get them out of there. The exposure seems extensive which means their blood vessels are being constricted, especially in the brain meaning-“

“Less blood flow. And less blood flow means less oxygen. And less oxygen means...coma.” Walter finished solemnly.

“We have to talk them lucid so they can finish their tasks. I’ll take Happy. Walt, you take Cabe. Ralph, you have your work cut out for you with Sly. And Paige-“

“I’ll help y/n. Y/N? Y/N, honey, if you can hear me, I need you to flip the switch on the panel next to you. Y/N?”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, Mum. Please don’t yell. What did I do wrong?”

“I told you, you’re just not special so why should I waste my time with you?”

“Please, Mum. I’m sorry I’m not special enough. I’m sorry I’m not smart like everyone else. Please don’t send me away.”

Paige’s heart broke as she watched you cry on her screen.

“Y/N, I love you so much. You are special. I love you.” Paige cried, tears dropping down her face.

“Toby, it’s not working. I can’t get through to y/n!”

“Ralph and I may have come up with another idea. You need to go back to the point when these fears started and attack that seminal moment.”

“Okay, so she’s talking about not being smart enough. I can only guess that this started when I joined the team. Y/N? Baby, can you hear me?”

Paige’s voice softened as she spoke to you once more.

“Yes, Mum?” You replied, sniffling as your tears continued to fall down your face.

“Oh, honey. Just because you’re not a genius like the rest of these guys, doesn’t mean you’re not special.”

“But I’m not.”

“Y/N, yes, you are. You’ve been special since the moment you were born. Since the moment I first held you in my arms. You’re my baby, y/n. You are special in your own way.”

Your Mum grabbed your hand and held them to her heart.

“You feel that?”

“Y-Your heartbeat?” You asked, feeling the light repetitive beating under your palm.

“Yes. My heartbeat. More importantly, my heart. You are my heart, y/n. You have been for 18 years. I grew up with you. You made me into the person I am today. The person I am now. I love you so much.”

“Yes, you’re not as smart as Ralph or Walter or the rest of the team but neither am I. Y/N, you are bright, intelligent. You are twice the person I am. You care so much about everyone. Your heart is beautiful.”

Your mother gently dropped your hand in her lap and lifted her own to cradle your face.

“That’s what makes you special.” She moved to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Now, y/n. I’m already so proud of you but I need you to do one thing for me. I need you to turn the switch in front of you off and on again.”

Paige held her breath as she and Walter watched you slowly stand up on your shaky legs and walk over to the panel that had the power conduit switch attached to it.

“Done.” Your voice echoed on the security monitor.

“Good girl.”

“I’m kinda sleepy, Mum. I’m just going to take a quick nap.” Your voice quietened as you lay down on the floor.

“Uh, Toby. Y/N flipped the switch but she’s really sleepy and I can’t get her to wake up.”

“Oh god, Happy, Sly and Cabe are out too. They’re in comas. They need medical assistance stat or they will die.”

“Walter.” Paige whispered, unable to speak any louder due to fear of losing you.

“We can synthesize a treatment!”

Toby then explained the different seeds they needed to mix together to make the medicine whilst Ralph hacked the vault’s database to locate them.

Once Paige and Walter had manufactured oxygen tubes out of PVC pipes, they hastily made their way to the vault before stopping when they saw you unconscious on the ground.

Paige ran to your side, still holding her breath, and quickly checked for a pulse, relaxing slightly when she felt it, albeit it was weak, but it was still there. She ran her thumb against your cheek in a gentle caress and then followed Walter to the vault, passing the others, also unconscious, on their way.

Easily finding the required seeds, the duo made the medicine oil but when a chemical fire broke out, Walter stayed to put it out whilst Paige ran to give the oil to the rest of you.

She found Cabe first, then Happy and Sly. Once she had rendered them conscious, she ran off in pursuit of the Operations Centre where you were.

Carefully but quickly, she lifted your head to rest against her leg as she poured the oil beneath your tongue.

“Come on, sweetie. Wake up. Open your eyes. Please, God.” She murmured to herself.

You opened your eyes with some difficulty, wincing at the light above you.

“Mum? What happened?” You groaned, sitting up.

“Thank God, you’re okay. I thought I’d lost you.”

Ignoring your question, your Mum gathered you in her arms and hugged you tight against her.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

Hugging her back, you rested your head against the crook of her neck, “I love you too.”

“Guys, come on, we gotta go.”

You both looked up to see Happy standing at the door. With the help of your Mum, you stood up and she then grabbed your hand and you all ran back to the entrance.

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You had all safely arrived back home and managed to make it in time for Sly’s debate.

You sat in the chair next to Happy, slowly falling asleep, exhausted from the ordeals of the day.

Soon after you’d left the Vault and were on your way home, the grogginess of the poisonous fungus had fully left your system, allowing you to remember your hallucination. You’d barely said more than two words on the plane ride home, unsure of the right words to say to your Mum who had undoubtedly heard your fear.

“Hey, sweetie. Stay awake for a little while longer. We’re going home. Sly’s going to look after Ralph tonight.”

Your mother said, resting her hand on your shoulder to rouse you. You nodded in response and got up, following her to her car.

Similar to the plane, the car ride was silent. Not necessarily an awkward silence, but it was far from comfortable. You felt the constant glances your Mum gave you as she drove on the quiet roads. You noticed her lips part a few times too, as if she was about to say something but then stopped herself at the last moment.

Arriving home, your Mum unlocked the door and you made a beeline to your bedroom to get changed into your nightie. As you laid in your bed, you heard a soft knock on your door.

Inviting your Mum in, you saw she had changed too. She sat on your bed, the lamp providing some light in the room.

“Honey, can we talk?”

Not waiting for an answer, she got into the bed beside you and rested against the headboard.

“I want to talk about what happened earlier.”

There was no need for her to clarify what she meant.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes, y/n, we do. It broke my heart to see you cry today. And it hurt even more to hear that I was the reason why. I’ve never ever wanted to cause you any pain and the fact that I was a part of your deepest fear just-“

When her voice faltered, you looked up to see quiet tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Mum, I’m sorry.”

“Baby, you have nothing to apologise for. I’m sorry that you felt like you weren’t special. But I meant what I said back there. You are special in your own way. Yes, I love you and Ralph in different ways but you mean so much to me. I’m surrounded by geniuses all the time, and frankly, it gets tiring. So I’m glad I have you. You bring me back down to Earth. You’re my heart and soul, y/n.”

Not knowing the right words to say, you simply lay your head against your mother’s chest and hugged her close.

“I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, baby. I always have and I always will.”

Soon enough, both of your tears stopped and you fell asleep in her arms, her hands gently stroking your hair as she cradled you against her.

You may not have been a genius but you were smart enough to realise that no matter what, your Mum would always love you.

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tay6119 · 3 years

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Beach Episode BEACH EPISODE

ALRIGHT, it is time.

Finally off work and I have my snacks and way too much energy so here’s your tales of the SMP recap even thought I’m probably the last person to watch it at this point.

I hope it’s better than the last one :,)

I’m sorry this is so so long, I couldn’t help myself...

- Just wanna start by saying Karl is a real one for putting these together and putting in so much work. Great way to include less lore affiliated people

- I LOVE THEIR SKINS THEY’RE REALLY CUTE ESPECIALLY BBH

- Sapnap’s skin went from cute to like lowkey hot

- d r e a m’s skin... at least he dressed up this time

- Gog being sad to get those pity points as usual /lh

- “we’re supposed to be having fun Dream leave me alone” “I am having fun”

- basically a manhunt, but it’s off brand

- KARL’S SKIN IS SO CUTE OMG

- “wHaT cOuLd iT PoSsIbLy mEaN” more great acting from Dream

- all of them saying woah at once was really cute to me idk why-

- Dream just wants to kill everyone, staying on brand for C!Dream

- treasure hunt treasure hunt treasure hunt

- Anti-Gogy propaganda

- Karl really thought they would all work together no questions asked

- These are always so chaotic but i love it sm, nice break from everything in regular lore

- “now that George is gone”

- “I always hate you Dream”

- “George and Dream stop fighting”

- Karl is trying so hard to continue the story but everyone is just-

- “from the top you’re going to make it drop” “why does that sound familiar” BBH PLEASE

- George and dream can’t leave each other alone oml

- “there’s a prize for people rping” “what if my character is a serial killer” DREAM PLEASE

- They all fell to their deaths trying to jump off the lighthouse and into the water

- “get maximum... air”

- GEORGE that’s a volleyball

- Ranboo just straight up being drowned out by everyone else :,)

- “Ranboo read it” KARL U READ MY MIND EVEN THO IM WATCHING THIS ACTOR THE FACT

- Ranboo getting into it and like lowkey doing a voice

- “dream we’re walking together” George sounds so whiny lmfao /lh

- SAPNAP’S PIRATE VOICE

- BAD’S PIRATE VOICE

- Manifesting a gogy pirate voice even tho it won’t happen

- Dream leaving the area halfway through bad leaving shows his speedrun genes

- Chat participation :00

- THE TWITCH PRIME PROMO

- “none, we get zero” DREAM PLEASE

- “Ranboo do you think they love you enough” “no” RANBOO HAD NO HESITATION

- “It says, Sapnap is a nimrod” GEORGE PLEASE

- ALSO GEORGE’S PIRATE VOICE LETS GOOOOO

- Ranboo coming in clutch

- “Why is Dream killing everyone” “I’m not killing everyone” yeah George, he’s just killing you

- My two favs George and Ranboo boating away together <33

- I braved chat and someone said “GO MEMORY BOY GO”

- Now every time George fake cries/goes all sad boi I can’t stop thinking about Dream saying he does it to get pity and it always works lmfao

- “log off if you’re not up for it” Dream, George, and Sapnap all leave guys dteam ship is canon now

- Bad dies in lava “don’t worry I saved the book”

- George being all giggly and not paying attention while him and Dream fight ahh I’m soft

- Dream in a boat what will he do

- Dream is muted and didn’t realize

- George yells for Dream to come back to take him with ahhhhhh

- Sapnap screaming “arggggg”

- “did he fail rp??”

- “Oh my arggg”

- “me and dream, me and dream are gonna win”

- “Dream and George forever for a hundred years” GOG I CANT TAKE IT STOP

- Chat spamming DNF omg

- “Dream woke up and chose violence”

- Dream tries to kill George and then Sapnap hits him and Dream dies instead

- “ALL MY BOATS”

- KARL COVERED THE CHEST WITH SAND

- Sapnap and Ranboo duo is something we needed

- SAPNAP AND RANBOO HAVE ME SCREAMING THEYRE EVERYTHING

- “you know saying muffinhead really throws off the pirate vibe yee got going”

- Gogy gets all hype cause he find it and makes happy noises I LOVE HIM

- George is an attention whore /lh

- George becomes scottish

- “when we get back to the mainland we kill George” surprising not Dream, but BBH

- George has less of a sense of direction than I do,,, and that’s saying a lot

- Ranboo woke up and chose violence

- Dream why u so obsessed with Gog

- Sapnap and Ranboo continue to be iconic

- Dream stop speedrunning this is rp

- Audience chooses who wins lmfaooo if Ranboo doesn’t win I’ll be so upset, him or Sapnap, but RANBOO

- “it would be really funny if I won” SHUT UP DREAM

- SAPNAP CALLED RANBOO HIS PARTNER IN CRIME LET’S GOOOO

- george and dream using console to kill each other

- DREAM SOUNDS SO WHIPPED WHEN HE SAYS “George I’ll give you one more chance”

- George mimicking Dream ujhytgrfed

- THEY REALLY STOLE THE THING AS SOON AS KARL LEFT

- CORINNA GIFTED SUBS BRUH

- Dream you don’t have the right to be calling anyone a simp

- “how many subs for a whitelist” RANBOO PLEASE

- “you cannot stab my partner with yee fist”

- “I am duck beard”

- RANBOO WON WITH 73% LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

- “piggy mcpiggy foot” GEORGE PLEASE

- “everybody’s less violent now” yeah ok

- KARLNAP KISS

- RANBOO GETS 50 GIFTED SUBS WOOOOO, HE ALSO GETS THE SWORD WOOOOO it’s hella op lmao,

- 20 subs for everyone there, i love u Karl u are blessed

- “he has the sword don’t kill him RUN”

- Ranboo is literally the best i love him T_T

- Ranboo gets banned LMFAO “reason: oof”

if you actually read that all... wow

#dream smp #tales of the smp #'liveblogging'#karl jacobs #dream #georgenotfound #ranboo #sapnap #badboyhalo #mine

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bones-sprouts · 3 years

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Okay! :D Be aware both are kind of angsty...

First is the Sorrowful Song AU: Basically answering the question of “What if no one came to save Tommy and Tubbo during the final disc confrontation?”

So uh.... Tubbo... Tubbo dies... 😶

Yeahhhh... he’s Tubboo now, he a Ghost Boy...

Tommy gets put on Pandora’s Box and basically shuts down and gives up bc he feels like he has no reason to fight Dream anymore, green blob took everything from him...

Punz feels guilty for not accepting the deal and blames himself for Tubbo’s death, so much so he’s afraid of telling someone what he did so he becomes a hermit in his tower to avoid ever having to face what he did.

Tubboo wanders around for a bit, lost, until he stumbles over toward Phil and Techno’s, which give them the news that the others had known for about two weeks. Phil gets angry with the fact he tried to save them by destroying L’manburg but they died anyway, and Techno and Phil plan on killing Dream in revenge. Techno, though not as upset as Phil teams up with him to make sure Phil would be okay - he knew Phil would go after Dream with or without his help, and he wanted to make sure Phil survived. Tubboo and Ranboo bond for a bit until the little ghost wanders off toward L’manhole to find Puffy, Eret, Sam, and Quackity holding his funeral and he crashes it to everyone’s surprise.

Since he had nowhere to go, Tubboo stays with Eret in his castle (Eret said he always wanted a haunted castle) and people visit from time to time as Tubboo tends to the gardens and makes repairs on the castle when needed.

People keep trying to visit Tommy in prison and Dream won’t let them in for almost a month as Tommy slowly breaks down to a exile mindset, with Dream being his only visitor.

One day Tubboo finds out what happened to Tommy and despite everyone’s protests, goes to visit. Dream kicks him out and Tubboo, determined to cheer his friend up, begins to play his ukelele and sing the L’manburg anthem for him, a song that he knew always made Tommy happy. Despite Dream and his guards trying to stop Tubboo from playing, he does, and Tommy actually begins to hear it in his cell, and memories flood back as it moves him to tears; He’s unsure if he’s hallucinating since Tubbo is dead, how is he singing right now?

Tubboo’s singing draws a crowd - some passing by, some worried people coming to check on him, some were coming to murder a certain green blob and not expecting to see a prison - the scene inspires a few, namely Quackity, Puffy, and Ranboo to protect Tubboo and his music. Eventually tho, Dream breaks through and breaks Tubboo’s ukelele.

The next day Sapnap builds up the nerve to speak up on Tommy and Tubbo’s behalf but Dream doesn’t really want to listen, and they get into a huge argument. “It’s just singing, Dream!”

“Just singing!? Singing brings hope, Sapnap. Hope is dangerous.”

Dream was more right than he thought, because that song was just the inspiration Tommy needed to find a way to break out of Pandora’s Box once and for all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the server begin to come together to take down Dream’s reign of terror once and for all, with Phil and Techno reworking their plan to kill Dream now that a prison is involved...

Meanwhile, Tubboo is vibing (Ranboo gives him a bee) as he slowly copes with remembering his final moments in Dreams Vault and everything bad he’s been through - he and Techno are friends, he made him a flowercrown! Why... why did he kill me...?

Thoughts?

MINTY ALL YOU KNOW IS H U R T OW (/lh this au fucking hits)

bro tubboo hanging with eret is something that can be so personal,,,,,,,, AND THE UKELELE SONGS OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE I AM GOING TO CRY

#minty how do you do this #you're a wizard #minty #🍃

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stimmypaw · 3 years

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Stimmypaw reads Darkest Night! The fourth text post!

Back with these uh live reading comments! Remember those? yeah! I'm on the fourth book of Warrior Cats: A Vision of Shadows :D I read The Apprentice's Quest and Thunder and Shadow and Shattered Sky and now!! I'm here :D and boy did I have a time. Click read more to see it!

NEEDLETAIL?????????

Needletail???????????

What?????

OH???????

Wh THIS GUY IS TALKIN 2 DEAD PEOPLE????

HOW WHO IS THAT

OH MY GOD

These guys are weak and dumb skyclan is epic and sharing the territory with them is good, but of course sparkpelt isn't dealing well with change wink wink nudge wink nudge nudge huh???? (this is a nod to how I project into her and say shes autistic)

I am getting anxious for tinycloud SERIOUSLY how much longer until those kits??? Everyday you show up and its WOW my tummy ssure is HUGE AND BULGING I just Wonder Oh When They'll Be Born, probably pretty soon!!! :) and then they arent!!!! Birth dammit!!!

Cherryfall cut the sick and hurt cats some slack jeez youre Fine, youre not feeding half the forest and you have THREE medicine cats ready to help you if youre not feeling well

Bastard Cherryfall I hate you /lh

Dovewing and Tigerheart have relationship drama again. What is UP with those two I simply do not understand them

Watching Bramblestar trying to control this bizarre situation is actually funny he is so close to screaming "PLEASE dont be mad :c"

SOON WHEN???? JUST KIT THOSE KITTENS DAMMIT

Get her, Alderheart

They LITERALLY said something about sharing the territory, they were like "Stars have five points baby and we need those 5 clans togetherrrr" what else do these cats want??? I know its a big change but its necessary

Wait everyone shut up that cat is named Podlight this is so important to me

Dang these cats are really still struggling :c I wish they didnt blame each other

Harestar is so cool

What the FUCK mistystar????

God what a disaster of a gathering Starclan is gonna be so pissed everyone is doing the opposite of what they should

I was holding my breath oof

I hope thunderclan gives some territory too thats too small a space for Skyclan

Oh boy oh boy oh boy i am Anxious for these Kitties

Violetpaw is me having nightmares every night

Macgyver is a heavily gringue name and I have No Clue how to say it how the hell do you say it

Update its either Mick Guyver or Mac Guyver apparently

Its fun to see how different the sisters are from one another, I love them both

I also love their mom with the name identical to puddleshine wish I got to meet her

IM CRYING BRO........M...MDB.....NFBANN.....VIOLETPAW BELONGS MY DARLING MY DAUGHTER

Sadly Twigpaw is for gender binarism 😔 /j

Twigpaw is often in her thoughts and doesn't pay attention to anything around her and I love her for that

Bad news Finpaw is gonna lose his tail, good news I can draw his tail fin-shaped

Puddleshine surgeon moment!!!

I love Graystripe and Millie

And I love that being flirty is a part of Sparkpelt's personality, I don't know what Alderheart is talking about she's always been dandelion-headed

Ok this is epic, I’m glad we’re breaking gender roles in Warrior Cats my heart dropped when the books called Briarlight cr*ppled, that’s the thing they promised not to do anymore recently right? I’m not sure but, I could use some uh less ableism on my Warrior Cats, the series is old but the newer books should be better, so yeah, good modernize these cats babyyy

OH COOL Skyclan journey!!! Fun I hope they find someone :] also fuck Molewhisker and Cherryfall bastards.

Jayfeather is gonna miss Alderheart too much for him to leave hehehe

ALL of Starclan showed up just to call out Riverclan pahahah

oooo is shadowclan haunted?????

FINALLY TINYCLOUD IS KITTING YES GOD YES GO QUEEN GOOOO!!!!

I wonder why Twigpaw wants to stay behind, there has to be more than just the camp stuff

"I wish I were more positive like Twigpaw, but at least I'm just as scarred by the death of my loved ones as my dad :] I like being like him"

Violetpaw witnesses a car crash 😔 that was a bit messy what happened to those cars also why the hell was one of them smaller was it a bike??? Or ???? Idk what's up with it!!!

Needletail just happens to have slow-down turned on for her on the discord chat so she can only say like a few words each hour :/ why the hell is she here tho Violetpaw needs to get OVER your death!!!!

This short exchange has made me love Dewpaw

Also, I love Twigpaw, I still wonder why she stayed behind tho

Ahh, is it cus she feels too estranged from her family :c ? I wish her mom was around maybe that would help

Jee Twigpaw be a tad more empathic, I can see Twigpaw struggles with that sometimes

You can't cheer him up right now he's grieving, just find him on common ground, talk to him, don't try to make him happy just try to keep him company

Oh wow finpaw that's a dangerous thing to say I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure to never be sad because people like her because she's happy and her being sad would be bad

ALSO I JUST REMMEMBRERD UH TWIGPAW MENTIONED BRIARLIGHT BUT BERRYNOSE IS RIGHT THERE???? HE IS RIGHT HE DIDNT DIE OFF SCREEN IM SURE OF IT WAIY

BERRYNOSS IS RIGHT THERE I CHDCKED!!!! HE LOST HIS TAIL TOO AND HES A GREAT WARRIOR, TWIGPAW!!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED IT ITS MORE RELATABLE

Okay I'm glad they're getting along this is nice

Oh look twigpaw you Are like your father :] this is cute

Skyclan begins to fish competitively I'm glad

I like it when medicine cats bicker about their leader's behaviors ehheheh, Jayfeather talking about how weak Shadowclan is, Alderheart being annoyed at his father for wanting to stay silent, the others worried about the tensions this is all cheff the kisser

Jayfeather spitting the truths about how Starclan doesn't know shit, and he is very much one to speak

Puddleshine: Rowanstar stepped up the patrols :c

Leadstar: He has warriors enough for that?? Damn good for him

Dang poor Skyclan I hope they manage stuff better soon

Oooo the girls are fighting!!!

Alderheart starclan anxiety time dang

Sheep :]

Needletail :[

I'm sad Ravenpaw isn't here, this is a lovely reunion scene but knowing Barley will be alone when they all leave breaks my heart

Oh, maybe not, but if they stay I'll be sad also cus Skyclan needs its warriors

Aw man, Twigpaw is struggling :c

OUCH

I WANT SKYCLAN 2 SWIM THO......

Omg crimes

That sounds kinda possessive twigpaw!

DOVEWING?????

WhHAHAGAHAHA WHERE DID THAT COME FROM

omg tigerstar 2 real

Whats he gonna do to rowanstar???

ALRIGHT THATA OVER THEN PAHAHA

Aw, I'm glad they're having fun tho, and that twigpaw sees herself as skyclan

Alderheart, as he meets someone for the first time in a while: ARE YOU OKAY???

Blackstar protagonist moment

The medicine cats: our gods are toying with us again and destiny is uncertain

Leaders: I cannot DO this right now PLEASE leave and let me care for The Real Issues

Alderheart: YOU WILL hang out at my house Willowshine this isn't up for debate

Riverclan suffered enough and it's their turn to throw a tantrum about it, honestly good for them hsghahah

Alderheart asks his father to go on a quest to check people's feet

WHAT THR HELL IS A CANTANKEROUS

Alderheart and Willowpelt sitting there watching Shadowclan fight

This is really funny

HEWWO????

Puddleshine, in his eyes: help help

I love Skyclan

Ok this sounds like it's gonna be very very fun

Mission impossible: Escape From São Paulo

Oh, is Fallowfern deaf? That's so poggers omg I wanna see more of her

Edit: fallowfern is an elder that lost her hearing with age and retired after that happened :/ boring

I love leafstar so much

Juniperclaw: aren't you gonna punish her????

Leafstar: why

Juniperclaw: when I tell rowanstar he's gonna be pissed

Leafstar: don't tell him

Juniperclaw: the fuck is wrong with you and your clan??? Where is everyone???????

Leafstar: busy

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I don't trust abled people specially able-bodied people telling disabled people they just have to train harder and feeling sorry for yourself won't help.

But this is the closest to a positive message to disabled people we have ever had in warriors so I guess I'll take it but I want better

IVYPOOL!!!💖💖💖💖💕

Dang ivypool what a way to show someone you miss them hahaha

Twigpaw: uhhhh how's dovewing?

Ivypool: what do you mean did she do something illegal I'm sure she did

Ivypool is a seriously funny character WHY are you yelling at the young adult about your sisters illegal activities she doesn't know anything about it!!!!

Alderheart goes on an adventure

Feet inspector on the road!!!!

Jasper is so funny I love him

Omg what's he got against clan cats??? What's his sad backstory????

YEESSSS SPARKPELT MY LOVE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕

Sparkpelt your opinion sucks but I love you

I'm really really glad they had this moment this is really sweet, they hadn't talked for a while but this is genuine like, we hadn't had this sort of relationship in so long in the books with just, dialogue yknow??? THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THINGS

And the pause Sparkpelt takes between her speaking to fix what she's saying "I'm sorry for saving you :c no wait uhh not exactly but like" this is so good so natural so fun I love you sparkpelt

I get why she has a diferent opinion on Skyclan it's good for someone close to Alderheart to have a different mindset from him and for him to have someone like uh be opposites from him a lil yknow contrats his characteristics makes both siblings fun round and full of kitty do you get what I'm saying???

I love this

I love Sparkpelt, love her lil anxious moments, love her, love that she just wants to fool around with toms and enjoys Larksong but doesn't want to get serious you go girl

They wanted to write smart-ass they wanted to write smart-ass so bad

They're doing this in the rain?????

I'm quite certain Violetpaw is a young adult by this point its valid for her to go

Wh why did you let your cat out in the rain dude!!! When it comes back it's gonna dirty up the whole place it's wet out there!!!! And the cold is gonna get in the house!!!!!!!

I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH OH LORD

That was SO INTENSE AND SO FUNNY AND SO MUCH, IM SO GLAD SHE MADE IT I GOT SCARED

Oh this is so epic

That moment when your cat nearly dies and then it runs off and you go after it and then a bunch of other cats show up and start running with it

I hope Twigpaw can see the others soon

Glad to see her keeping her medicine cat knowledge ehehehe

???????

Sandynose I hate you you are so abled

Sandynose: I don't want my son to feel distanced from his peers so I'm distancing him from his peers

DOVEWING???

SANDYNOSE SHUT UP IM GOING TO KILL YOU ANS MURDER YOU

I'm so upset with Sandynose WHY isn't leafstar seeing this WHY DOESNG ANYONE SEE THIS SOMSONE PLEASE CONFORT AND LOVE MY CHILD TWIGPAW DOESNT DESERVE THIS

Angry sad upset why

Piscina

Thanks graystripe

Ok who's dying this time

Ok no one just a background cat got hurt he will survive otherwise it would be relevant

This was intense though what will happen now???

YES FINALLY

Oh this is lovely so good they're here!!! The rest of skyclan has arrived and we are all happy together

That dream felt good

NEEDLETAIL??? AGAIN

Where were you at!!!!

What!!!

Check this man's feet how many toes are there this could be good

What

Hegshahwha what the fuck is up with this guy

Okay I like him

Ohhh THATS tree

Change your name if you don't like it you sound trans already

Yeah nothing makes one smarter like dying

This is very fun I'm excited for more of whatever happening

Twigpaw :c

HIS SNIFFLES

Oh no

Hhhhnn I want Twigpaw to be happy so bad, I hate seeing her struggles

Sandynose you are so evil and very detested by me

You can and you SHOULD feel angry at Sandynose he SUCKS and he is being needlessly mean at you!!!!! There are much better ways to bring up the possibility that maybe you'd be happier with thunderclan!!! Fuck off Sandynose

Oh so Snowbush hasn't improved, maybe he will die?

Poor Alderheart

Oh fuck there he goes

Yeah

Aw man, rip to the background cat

That was a heavy death too

Aw, I was hoping the rest of Skyclan would show up before the gathering, maybe just after it???

I wonder what's going on in Shadowclan

TIGERHEARTS MISSING HUH???

The couple was kidnapped

HUH????

Oh my lord oh fuck

Can't anyone step up to lead why do they depend on Tigerheart so much???

Jesus christ

Alderheart kills his gods

This is so chaotic and funny I'm worried as hell for shadowclan but excited a lot is happening

HI TREE AGSGAHAH

Tawnypelt >:(

Puddleshine: WAIT DONT KICK HIM OUT, CHECK OUT HIS FREAKY FEET INSTEAD

Oh dear

Twigpaw :c

TWIGPAW :CCCC Man rememebr when I said I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure of being happy for others? yeah

GET OUT SANDYNOSE I DONT CARE YOURE BEING REASOMABLE FOR ONCE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LATER

I'm so heartbroken for them

Uh pdhsgahab okay then

Bye finpaw

Wow that was easy for him

This is fun

I'm still sad as hell

Okay there's a lot going on right now wow

The owl scene was funny as hell to picture, this dramatic prophetic moment and the cats just "uuggh is that a prophecy??? Nooo"

Okay so

There's some shadowclan cats missing, considering the many sleekwhisker maps I'm sure she's up to no good but I have no clue what happened to the others and I hope they're okay

Wow! That was really something

Fantastic ending to a very good book its, definitely a different energy from the third but I'm really enjoying this I'm still excited as hell!!! I got worried things would get kinda bad from here but nope!!!! Very fun stuff for now this is very very good and I am enjoying it

This is definitely one of the most fun arcs I've read so far!!! The drama the stakes the little moments everything is tying together really well into a very fun story I'm enjoying a lot!

I worry for Twigpaw and hope for her happiness, and Violetshine too, hope her and Hawkwing deal well with missing her. Tree is being interesting. Alderheart wasn't much of a focus here but always fun to see him trying to solve the damn prophecy no leaders seem to care about. Mousewhisker was okay??? Lots of very fantastic turns for all events and uh let's see where this all goes next!!!

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Kinks per cowboy! Who's into what? Also welcome to the fandom!

Aye my first ask! And thankyou nonny

Also note this is not an exhaustive list. I only did Arthur (hh/lh), Javier, John & Dutch. But if you want to see other cowboys please send them through!!

High Honor Arthur Morgan

A stable and loving relationship

I headcanon hh!Arthur as a bit of switch - he usually enjoys being dominant but is happy to let you take the reins from time to time. Lord knows that boy needs a break from carrying the world on his shoulders sometimes.

Big on praising you - you’ve heard how he talks to his horse, now imagine that times 10. Worships your body, tells you how beautiful every inch of you is. Loves to tell you what a good girl/boy you are, especially with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

Light bondage kink. Likes tying up your hands behind you or to the headboard so you can’t touch, and seeing how much you want to. And doesn’t mind some light bondage himself. Hands tied back, unable to touch every inch of your skin is the sweetest form of torture.

Can get a bit of a possessive streak, especially when he’s domming you. A light but firm grip on your neck, hickeys that are just hide-able, tugging your hair. And if you catch him in the right mood, he’s happy for you to reciprocate

Daddy kink 100%. Not huge on calling you it if you’re in charge, but loves hearing you call him ‘daddy’. ‘Sir’ works just almost as well too.

Low Honor Arthur Morgan

Dominant af. He’s in charge and likes to make sure you know who’s in control. Though he kind of loves it if you’re a bit bratty, makes it all the more fun to remind you. Loves tying you up, with the same amount of tenderness he ties up a bounty. Will gag you if he thinks you’re being too mouthy.

Big fan of edging/orgasm denial & over stimulation. The boy loves to tease you and watch you squirm and beg. Will wait until you’re practically crying and pleading (if you’re not gagged) to bring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you can’t take anymore.

Spanking for sure. Whether it’s because you’re giving him attitude or because a stranger flirted with you, he’ll happily bend you over his knee or a desk, and leave your ass shades of red and pink.

Into praise kink in a slightly different way. Mixes in a bit of a degradation/humiliation in there too. Telling you what a good little whore you are, stuff like that.

Possessive as hell. Will leave hickeys and marks where it’s difficult to hide. Will demand you tell him who you belong to while he fucks you hard. Will also happily cum on you as a way of marking you as his.

Javier Escuella

Knife play. That boy likes to play with his knife. He would never actually cut you, just wants to get your heart pumping. Plus he loves that you trust him enough to do this.Has to keep buying/stealing you new clothes cause he uses the knife to remove them.

He’s a fucking tease. Will be painstakingly slow, making sure to alight every inch of your body with desire. Might even tie you up a bit to keep you still so he can really take his time. Loves hearing you beg, and loves to make you tell him in detail what you want him to do to you.

Loves to whisper dirty things in your ear, usually in Spanish. You don’t always know exactly what he’s saying but you get the idea. Doesn’t matter if you’re alone or in public. He loves watching you shiver and turn crimson.

A fucking champion at oral. Knows exactly how to use his tongue, where to tease and apply pressure and how to make you shake and scream.

Fan of semi-public sex. Would never allow you both to actually get caught, but still loves playing with that risk. An abandoned alleyway, a storage closet, a tree not too far away from camp. Especially enjoys it if you’re the one in the more compromising position - eg. giving him head, or in a higher state of nakedness

John Marston

He’s a biter, especially your ears and neck, but honestly anywhere. Starts playfully, nipping you here and there while he kisses your skin. Slowly starts leaving marks, and loves it when you do the same to him.

I also headcanon him as a switch, depends on the mood. Sometimes he wants to take control because he lacks control generally in his day to day life. Sometimes he just wants to be taken care of.

Won’t admit it because he’s a stubborn idiot, but loves to be praised, regardless of whether he’s topping or bottoming. Tell him how good he is, how good his lips/hands/cock is and he’s putty in your hands. Or hard as rock, so to speak.

Angry/rough sex. He can get riled up pretty easily, and he enjoys the arguments that might follow from it if it leads to heated moments between you two. Tearing each others clothes off, leaving scratch and bite marks everywhere, fighting for dominance over each other.

Dutch van der Linde

This man is a daddy ok. Look at how he dresses, how he speaks. He demands respect and authority, and I think that totally translates into the bedroom. Very dominant, can switch between cruel and caring easily. One minute he’s spanking you, the next he’s gentling caressing the red marks he’s left on your skin.

Face fucking. Loves to see you get on your knees, mouth ajar and eager to please him. Will demand you keep eye contact as he slides his cock in your mouth. Takes a fistful of your hair to keep your head in place as he starts rutting against your mouth. He loves the muffled noises you make, the choked moans, the tears running down your face and the drool running down your chin.

I can see Dutch being into roleplaying other positions of authority, like a guard or a lawman. He certainly has the outfits. You’d of course play a criminal or outlaw he’s captured, where he decides to take punishment into his own hands.

A bit of petplay. He’d like you in a pretty collar, subtly engraved with his initials somewhere - so you can wear it out in public. With a matching lead of course, reserved for private use only.

Dutch loves you in some nice lingerie. Especially coupling it with tying you up. He’d tease the fuck out of you, appreciating every inch of whatever it is you’re wearing. He’d be painstakingly slow with taking it off. He doesn’t want to ruin this gift you’ve so kindly presented him with now does he?

#arthur morgan #javier escuella #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #headcanon #nsft

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skippyv20 · 5 years

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Hi Skippy! Some utter rubbish and love here for you. No truth, only ramblings and laughs that hopefully provides some light entertainment for some. Thank you very much MM Anon for letting me interpret your riddles this way, it is much appreciated fun. LH Anon :)

…… PR gestapo returns … the converted are turning …… never a Dull atonement ……

MM has come up with the ultimate Perfect Recipe for her new cookbook - Gazpacho. She has the SS team hard at work renovating this classic, slaving away in the kitchen following the mantra of HRHDoS “Fix what isn’t broken because I know better”. They have run into a bit of a hiccup with a certain vegan fanbase however who are not happy with the inclusion of pureed roast chicken, deconstructed pub chips fried in goose fat and an egg. Taste tests thus far have been ranked -41/100. The SS guys and girls will not be put off and continue the quest for perfection, what Meghan and her wallet want, Meghan gets.

Sunshine Sachs will also organise the full media event to launch the recipe book. It will be an extravaganza! MM has the jewellery merching waves to nobody and hair brush back maneuverers ready. Instagramable models (but not prettier than MM in her opinion) will hand out samples in signature leg apart stance wearing sacks and glorious wigs that are so long they drag on the ground like a bridal train. Mio has been hard at work oiling the pumps to inflate both bosom and backside padding. Darren has prepared a speech, in Spanish, he will break the internet when singing his mothers praises at 5 months old. 1 person has RSVP’d. Doria has been paid to quote from afar that the only reason she could do a marathon was through solely eating Gazpacho since Darrens birth. Whew, MM sure is a hard working woke working mother, it is very hard to pay everyone to do this work.

“So quick bright things come to confusion”… 🎼 “A spoonful of sugar”🎼

Not just a cookbook, in case you’d forgotten, MM is to be a published children’s author - Yipee! The ideas continue to flow despite no interest thus far from publishers.

“My Sh!tload of Sugars” - a working title.

All media enquires via SS. Should mail be returned to sender please contact MA

Book Synopsis: A royally regal high horsing saga of how to recruit, brainwash and gaslight your way to popularity. This book is recommended for children under the age of 1 who just like hearing their parents voices, the easily led or those with Mensa level reading comprehension who may understand the point of the text.

The meetings in New York sadly have not come to fruition. According to a well placed source, Meghan turned up at one publishing house a day late for the appointment explaining that an important previous engagement (Soho House party two days prior) had prevented her turning up on time. Not knowing what to do, the staff left her alone in an interview room for 45 minutes where wild gesticulation could be seen and word salad heard for 25 minutes, before she declared that she needed to be fed and left the building.

…… a hostage to her fortune … the grey accountants …… “ death and taxes “

It’s been a big year for MM. So many projects, so much merching, so many renovations, so many jets, so many US staff. It is difficult to keep pace. The IRS in America are not helping matters. They keep sending pesky letters, addressed to MM, The Cupboard Under The Stairs In An Anonymous Apartment Somewhere That Is Not Frogmore Cottage. It is now getting to the ridiculous stage where, giving up on convention and the royal mail service, they are now sending owls with at least 2471 letters a day to attempt to retrieve what is due to them. Neighbours of the unmarked apartment are considering going to the press about the nuisance. In a placating measure, MM has promised that she will hire someone to clean the owl poo off their vehicles daily. In unrelated news, Mio has resigned his position as a royal reporter.

…… a Scottish invitation accepted …… “Back home old thing, shame!!!”…… old habits…… new evidence has leaked…… a basket full of eggs.

FINALLY!! It has taken a while but an invitation has been received by MM from Scotland. After some tricky PR work dealing with the fact that she hasn’t been invited to Scotland during the duration of her relationship with PH, royal mail has been received, wooooooohooooo! After seeing the postmark and offical letterhead, it was all bunions to the ground, MM is packed, preened and ready to call the paps. Unfortunately, missing the details as usual and forgetting to read the letter inside the envelope, MM is in for a sad surprise.

Dear MM,

You are cordially invited to Balmoral in Scotland by HMTQ. HMTQ, along with PP and all members of the British Royal Family will have departed the estate 9 days prior. You will be gifted the temporary loan of the local police station as a place of residence for the duration of your stay. The duration of the stay is to be determined by the willingness of yourself to cooperate. LG is most anxious to speak with you on a number of matters, coded in this letter via rhyming slang for national security measures. Don’t bother interpreting them Meghan, I have noted the ‘true’ meaning in brackets to save you time during this busy period in your life.

Kisses and Hugs (promise we love you…)

Bendy Flex (think he wants some yoga advice?)

Darrens Pot and Pan (proof reading Darren’s speech at your upcoming recipe book launch)

You will incinerate this letter on receipt.

With my most Soggiest Regards,

HTMTQ

Thank you so much! You are so gifted! Oh, Mr. Skippy and I are in hysterics when you send these in! We laugh so hard, our sides hurt! Thank you so very much, it’s greatly appreciated!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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