#he is so goshdang sweet

[yashanightdevil]

TOJI FUSHIGURO x F! READER

MDNI! 🔞 SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!

Tojified simps y'all. Heavily smutted Istg. 🔞🍋

Kill me y'all, this goshdang thing just pop up in my mind. Now enjoy y'all Toji simps.

You know your fuck when your against the bed helpless as the man towered over you, fucking you like there's no tomorrow. He'd fill you up with his cum and still doesn't feel satisfied so he'll fuck you deep and raw you swore you could've seen stars at that point. You'd whine only for him to get riled up again and again and doesn't stop. His stamina as fast as ever.

Toji would tease every part of your body, caressing your breasts while also pinching your nipple to stimulate you further. Nothing could have prepared for you when Toji started carrying you while still connected from behind and pinned you over the wall, reaching your farthest and deepest insides, a bulge would appear time to time as he thrust into you roughly like a wild animal.

Your moans are music to his ears and he would whisper sweet nothings to your ears telling you "One more and will be done I promise" and you know it was a big FAT LIE.

His cock would ravage your insides and he would bite every inch of your body, his favourite being your neck and thighs.

"To.. Ji... T-Toji.. Nghh.. Angh!.. "

You moaned everytime he hits that certain spot making you a stupid mess but he still loves it knowing fully well his behind all of it. His smirk ever so obvious as he devoured you like a prey.

"One more sweet heart, one more.. " he'll murmur again and again only for you to fall for his tricks, and there you are bend over, his fingers in your mouth as you licked it with fervor and his other hand groping your breast with full attention while his fat cock lodge inside your sore, soaking, wet, cunt.

By the end of it, Toji would comfort you. Giving you the best after care and cuddles with you to sleep.

#anime simps #animesmut #animefanfictions #jujutsu kaisen sorcerers #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji thirst #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro oneshot #smut smut fic #anime fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen simps #jujutsu kaisen smut #we'll need holywaters #i need to touch some grass #smut #lemons

[snailythefan]

Hi Snaily! How have you been? Im here for a pretty serious ask.

My boyfriend has been drawing for a while, I honestly think he's doing real good. But recently he's been feeling down about his art, he doesn't know why he should bother improving his art if his style is *basic* to some people, and it hurts a lot for him. He knows he should be drawing for fun and not force improvement to stress him out, but there's only so much I can do as his loving partner who doesn't draw at all.

So... what was it like for you, Snaily? When you started drawing many years back, how did you not feel like shit looking at how it could be better but you don't know how? What advice can you give to a beginner artist?

(You can answer this privately if you want btw, and ask me for his art if you need to see them. Much love <3)

hi peng!! always nice to hear from u! I'm gonna reply to this publicly because to be honest i can't resist to give this kind of advice to any and all beginner artists (but i am putting it under a readmore because as you know i love to ramble and this will get LOOONNNGGG and will Truly be The Ramblings of a Mad Man (gender neutral))

firstly, since I hear that he feels hurt by the idea that people out there might find his style "basic". That's a rookie mistake (that literally everyone makes when they start getting Serious about Art). The mistake being Caring Profoundly About an Outside Audience that's Ever Watching and Judging.

Which I literally cannot blame him or anyone for it, ESPECIALLY in this modern social media landscape where newer artists feel like they gotta get GOOD at the VIRAL RAT RACE so you gotta get that sweet, sweet validation in the form of likes, reblogs, retweets etc etc.

So that's my first tip I suppose: don't fall for the entrapment of being obsessed with getting any and all sorts of SWEET VALIDATION during your art process. This is hard to condition yourself to! I myself fall prone to it! It's actually kind of natural. Even if the validation you seek isn't online, surely you're expecting it from your peers or teachers or family members or whoever gets to look at your sketchbook (or you know, your medium of choice).

You want people to notice your art and all the effort you put into it. It's okay! DO welcome those who do!! But never NEVERRRRRR NEVERRRRRR commit the mistake of placing the value of your art on how much praise it gets from others. That's a one trip road on having an Absolute Bad Time. THE ONLY PERSON you should be looking to make happy with your art is YOURSELF first and foremost!!! Always!!! This is the Golden Rule!!!

So people (imagined or otherwise) think his style is """Basic""". Okay! That's literally not a crime anyone can arrest you for!! So what if you're LITERALLY starting and your art looks """basic"""!!!!!!! WHAT IS THE CRIME HERE!!!! CAN'T MY MAN JUST CREATE IN PEACE!!!! LET HIM COOK!!!!!

If he's starting out, i think it's pretty expected of him to just have a "basic" style you know? He shouldn't be ashamed of it! The best chef in the entire world right now didn't start making The Most Delicious Food To Ever Grace Anyone's Plate on DAY 1. They probably started with a goshdang sandwich. Many of them maybe. Until they could make the Perfect Sandwich even in their Sleep and only until then they felt ready enough to explore Further Possibilities In The Kitchen.

(Is this metaphor working? I sure hope it is!)

Anyway.

"How did you not feel like shit looking at how it could be better but you don't know how?"

Well that's a fun question because to this day I get extremely frustrated whenever I realize my Art Level isn't up to my standards. But THAT'S OKAY- even in my case!

If you're Serious About Art (as in, you LOVE making art) you'll constantly feel like you're having to catch up to artists that are doing MILES better than you. Which happens to everyone. Truly it's only the curse of having A Good Taste In Art (so you automatically Set Standards For Yourself based on what you personally consider Great Art).

So again, something to not be ashamed of. But also something to Learn To Live with. I get it!! I truly do!! You see some guy online who apparently is only 14 and they're already making compositions with complex perspectives and an amazing sense of color theory and you'll want to bite off your hands!!!! But you can't let that stop you!!

You're just gonna have to learn to Fail, Constantly. Failing Gracefully! Sucking At Art Again and Again!

You might think this conflicts with the Golden Rule (i mean, if you're not happy with your own art- then what's the point yeah?)

But it's all about Love babey. Loving the process of failing constantly, because deep down you REALIZE you're learning how not to suck little by little.

It's also an exercise in letting Spite guide you. So what if you're bad!!!!!! What if you've somehow committed the crime of being A Bad Artist!!!!!! The cops will never catch me fucker!!!!! SEE HOW I DESECRATE THE HOLY ACT OF "CREATING GOOD ART" AHAHAHAHA!!!! LITERALLY NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!!!! <- the attitude to Have. Yes you gotta be prepared to be Unhinged and to have active Disdain towards 4th Plane Entities that are probably judging your art quality. (Unless my experiences aren't universal and nobody else feels a salacious self-satisfaction whenever they draw something that looks like an affront to The Universe, knowing they can just Try Again).

Anyway those are the benefits of sprinkling a little Spite alongside all the Love for the process of Making Art.

At the start you might feel like you're only making bad art. So! Own it! unironically my life philosophy is that everyone should make more BAD ART!!! ARTISTS OF THE WORLD UNITE TO MAKE MORE BAD ART, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS!

that's for the mental approach at least.

So, what about the technical side? How do you actually take all those feelings of inadequacy and wrangle them into something productive that will help YOU get better at the art you want to make?

with the warning that i am a self taught artist so i might not the the perfect person to ask, but truly the most IMPORTANT skill you want to hone is OBSERVATION and COPYING WHAT YOU OBSERVE.

Basically you're gonna study the artists you like! You're gonna stare REAL HARD at the details in the art they make! And THEN. You're gonna try to copy THAT! Hell, you might even want to TRACE what they do at first** (**THIS ADVICE IS FOR PRACTICING. DO NOT TRACE AND THEN POST ONLINE FOR OTHERS TO GO "hey man wtf this is just you tracing X Artist" DO NOT!!! DO THAT!!!) just so you get a feel for what they have in their art that You Don't and learning how to slowly replicate that.

That's how I learned the ropes at least. Literally printing manga panels and then tracing over them during my Peak Weeb Years. Ah little snaily, how time flies. Another thing i liked to do was watch speedpaints of artists i liked but at like -2x speed. So it was a slowpaint and i could STEAL THEIR SECRETS <- another valuable art skill

Anyway, that's what I think it's the most important (to observe!)

...but also you might want to either take art classes OR watch a buuuuunch of tutorials on youtube for The Basics (basic anatomy! shading! values! color theory! perspective! gesture drawing!!!)

You feel like shit about your art? Fine! Then realize your life is your own and you have the absolute power to change that directly!! GO ON YOUTUBE AND LEARN THOSE BASICS!!!!!! don't be like me and struggle this much with perspective after years of making art!!!! (Though in all fairness, even those good at it struggle with it lol)

So! I am all out of advice for a newer artist.

TL,DR: YOU WILL SUCK A LOT AT FIRST BUT THE MORE YOU PRACTICE AND LEARN ABOUT YOUR FAILURES, THE MORE YOU'LL LOVE TO SEE YOUR IMPROVEMENT AND EVENTUALLY YOU'LL BE ABLE TO DO THE ART YOU WANT TO MAKE.

Peng if you could forward this to your bf i would be very grateful. Good luck to you two!!! Thank you for reaching out!! And remember!! Never give up!!!!!

#ask box #pengdaw2nd #*rips off shirt to reveal shirt underneath that says I LOVE ART AND ALL IT ENTAILS*

[ablatheringblatherskite]

58, 48, 38, 29 for the personal questions ask game!

--Rain on Main

HIIII SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE, RAIN. TY FOR THE ASK!

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Uhhh, either New York or London, so I can see a show on Broadway or the West End!

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

OH I had an answer for this before, but I forgot it... but maybe something funny, like a silly reference, or a song lyric, or a memory verse? OOOH or maybe that line from Les Mis, "To love another person is to see the face of God."

38) Where is your best friend?

A few hours away from where I am :(((

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

*inhale*

The Phantom of the Opera,

Raoul de Chagny,

and Hadley Fraser (I'm literally listening to one of his songs as I write this 😭).

I mean, POTO is my favorite musical now, as well as my new favorite book!! Like, being genuinely honest, ever since I listened to the album and started reading the book, I haven't really been able to stop thinking about either since. It's just so goshdang FUN. I actually consciously paused reading the book just before the end because I didn't want it to end 😭 (now the reason I haven't finished it yet is I just haven't had the time wjdhwhdb). But anyway I love the music (in the musical), and the story, and the THEMES WHDHWHDHWHDH, and the CHARACTERS especially. Raoul my baby boy, my beloved 😭😭😭 he doesn't deserve all the hate he gets :(( he's just a baby. a himbo. a precious little idiot. a golden retriever of a boy. who loves so so much and so so hard that it hurts 😭

And Hadley... well, I don't want to say I'm obsessed with him, because that sounds disrespectful. But... you've probably seen my simping hours posts 😭 but he genuinely seems to be a really sweet guy, and I really love his work!! His acting and singing abilities are absolutely incredible, and I love watching him perform. Do I also have a crush on him? Yes, but can you blame me 😭 i am but a simple teenage girl, and he is a good looking man 😭

Unique personal asks game!

#Little Rain! #asks #ask games #SORRY SIMPING HOURS

[lilfellasblog]

I tried to choose a question but, I'm pretty interested in answers to all those tbh

You. I like you.

Talk about the first ship you ever had. - Tiencha (Tien Shinhan/ Yamcha), which is why I'm very sympathetic to those also suffering in rarepair hell.

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life. Destiel, Tiencha, Analogical

What’s your current OTP? Oof, I think I gotta go Prinxiety! So much potential for angst with hurt/comfort.

What’s your current NOTP? You know, I honestly can't think of any tbh.

Do you have any poly ships? For my OTP question, I originally answered LAMP/CALM, so definitely that!

How do you feel about love triangles? I think they can be intriguing if done well. If there's cheating involved, it would be pretty difficult for me to feel sympathy for the cheater.

How do you feel about RPF? It's fine, do whatever you want. Fanfic has always been for fans, not for creators. Purity culture and entitlement needs to stop. It's like seeing a sign that says "Snapping Turtles", jumping in the pond anyways, then yelling at the people who put up the sign after you lose a couple pounds of flesh.

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character? Tbh, the closest I've gotten is wanting different characters to adopt me and take me from my home. But I don't think I've ever romantically shipped myself with someone.

Do you have many ships that never got together at all? *cries in All Of Them*

Do you ship any characters that have never met? Huh. I don't think so tbh.

Talk about your favorite first kiss. Well in college there was- Oh! You mean fictional characters! :3 I think Virgil's first kiss with Roman in Healing Broken Wings is my favorite.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together? *cries in It's Never Happened*

Has a ship ever broken your heart? In fanfic? Yeah, I've read some sad endings before and that's usually not my jam.

How do you feel about will they/won’t they? I'm fine with it so long as it ends in "Yes they will!"

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”? Analogical, actually!

Talk about a ship you initially disliked. I think when Remus first appeared, I had a hard time imagining him with anyone because of what a gremlin he is. I've come around to the trash rat tho.

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically. Destiel.

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship. Season 6 of Supernatural. Destiel. >:(

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself? Kind of? I've done spite fics with spite ships.

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping. Tiencha, or Tien Shinhan/ Yamcha. They'd be so cute together!

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against? Any ships that are part of fandoms I'm not in. I guess maybe Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers? They have such different values and ethics. They literally need a threat to the entire universe to come together.

Which of your ships have the best chemistry? Oh Analogical, easily. Royality too I think.

Which of your ships deserve better writing? Tiencha :(

Do you mostly ship canon pairings? Lmao no.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar? Yes I have! Crowley/ Aziraphale.

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to? Not really, it's kind of all over the map.

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life? Tiencha.

Does shipping come easily to you? Yes, I am trash.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic? Definitely not. I was a Potterhead, and I still don't really ship anything there.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships. Harry Potter, Marvel, DC Comics. I'm not in those fandoms tho.

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love. Roman is playfully protective of Virgil, and Virgil teases him by dramatically swooning.

Share five must-read fics. "Unexpected Destinies" was my first fic that I got into. Destiel fic, very complex and interesting AU. I think it got deleted during a LiveJournal purge tho. I got really into the "Battle Scars" series for a hot minute. Disabled Goku/ disabled Yamcha. "Perfect Attendance" by Periwren is great hurt/comfort starring Roman and Logan. "Welcome to the Neighborhood" by LeFay_Strent is absolutely hysterical. Shenanigans with Remy and Virgil, background Prinxiety, baffled Logan, it's a good time. And "War is Hell (but crushing is way more awkward)" by Jasper01 is incredible in so many ways! Funny, tragic, accurate, romantic, sweet, heartbreaking, all the things!

Name your favorite fanartist(s). So many fanartists have moved away from Sanders Sides, so I'm having a hard time thinking of many. To make sure I cover everyone, if there are any recs please let me know and I'll signal boost!

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP. *Googles fanmix* It would appear I have none.

Recommend 1-5 shipper blogs. Gosh, so many of the shipping blogs I follow have become inactive in the Sides fandom. So! If any of you shipping blogs would like a shout-out, lmk and I'll signal boost!

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for you ships? Fic. So much fic.

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP? I mean I'm partial to Healing Broken Wings AU. As for trope, I'm a sucker for angst with hurt/comfort.

Do you like and use ship names? Definitely! Much faster to type.

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself? I'm taking the word "fictional" literally here, because there is someone I'm in unrequited love with that I'm working on dealing with and I would really love a relationship with this person even though I know any hope is fiction.

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be? Prinxiety, and that Roman would get some goshdang therapy!

#roman sanders #logan sanders #prinxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #supernatural #dragonball z #remy sanders #this took me an hour I think

[nulltune]

plots please! I want to write more with you since forever but I can never decide on muse and plots egergewaheth

OHHHHH LULLYYY!!! I'M FEELING SO EPIC AND FLATTERED AND EMBARRASSED AND HAPPY HERE...... SGGKJSKFK DO U KNOW THAT'S LITERALLY ME @ U THO !!!!!!! PLS ngl for the longest time i've been so 😳😳 seeing ur blog (and i remember one of the first things i thought was how pretty your icons are!!) and goshdang do i wanna write with u and all of your muses!! i can 100% relate tho- i'm always the most indecisive ever when it comes to multis (cuz i love all dem wonderful muses!) and i have z e r o (0) ideas on how to start things up lately orz BUT!!! here are some thoughts i have 😳👉👈 for all ur muses! (minus tesla and shd because unfortunately wiki was a barren land 2 me and my mind started drawing a blank 🧎‍♂️) BUT AAAA I'M ALL EARS TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABT THESE TOO! these are just my intial thoughts on seeing their profiles on your page + wiki (i'm a fraud of a fate blog tbh my mind is only full of hakuno-) but i would love to hear ur top three from these ones too mayhaps.....!!!! 😳 under the cut bc it's long as Heck-

meme, closed! @summoned-anima

sherlock: fate extra materials say that hakuno has some amazing detective skills (what with all the lil "quests" you do in game and all) so i think some situation that forces these two to cooperate on their wits would be real interesting! i just thought of these two working together on an escape room or sth and damn would i be willing to place my bets on these two being the first to finish it 👏👏✨ which also makes me think: they'd work pretty well as allies or comrades — which is pretty funny too, considering how the another ending ce is one of the best ce reccs to pair up with sherlock ☆ — but as friends.... 🤔 well what i'm saying is that!! i see that "little regards to emotions" on your sherlock's page and boy do i sense some interesting things coming for when that clashes with hakuno and her extremely emotionally-driven and relationship-oriented self! would they butt heads?? would they be an iconic brain-and-heart combo?? lots of possibilities tbh! and also!!! this one is kinda random but i hc my hakuno to be a pianist (the human she's based off is a pianist and the npc would naturally have those skills as well, but she's just not aware of it yet-) and i remember sherlock being able to play the violin so -vague hand gestures- idk sth abt it would be cute methinks..!! it'd be sweet if they could play together too 🥺

caenis: i see his line saying he hates the ocean and I VERY MUCH NEED TO SEE HIM AND HAKUNO GO TO THE OCEAN NOW THANK U VERY MUCH- on hakuno's side! she's spent all her life in a damn academy in a damn virtual world, so i'd just love to see her explore the world in general.. an ocean or just the sea is especially high on that list because se.ra.ph was like the digital sea you see-- and in the arenas, she'd always get a view from in the ocean rather than looking at it from above. it'd be a new experience for her!! and paired with caenis's hatred for the ocean, i feel like it'd be Intewesting 👀 i see caenis having a sweet tooth as well and as someone who loves candy, they can be a sweet tooth squad!! they also have the brutally honest aspect in common and i gotta say,, seeing the line he has for musashi, i'd love to see him potentially calling hakuno out for some of the stuff she does (prime example: hakuno being a very good-hearted and kind person but firmly believing she's bad because she's done some bad stuff) and idk much abt caenis, but a two-way street in character development would be -chef kiss- ! let them both help each other become better mayhaps 🤲🤲✨ ALSO.. i see caenis having a pair of animal ears and idk what type it is exactly (bunny ears??) but this must be said--!!! hakuno loves fluffy-wuffy things and would absolutely want 2 pet--

douman: hakuno's a huuuge history buff so she'd most definitely know about his history and all that, but i, da mun, am not <3 GDJDJSJ will be googling up his background and life story sooner or later but for the time being!! just speaking on the things i've witnessed on the dash from here to there- hakuno and her curious self would most certainly be curious about this clown alter ego that's apparently been causing a ruckus. NGL I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DOUMAN'S WHOLE DEAL IS- and yes i finished shimousa but gotdang is my goldfish memory a struggling binch-- but me thinking about hakuno and her pure innocent nature has got me very Hm 👀(TM). and i will be embawwassing now and admit that i couldn't find as much info abt douman as i liked so i went snooping thru ur posts a lil 🏃‍♂️ AND PLS HE'S H*RNY⁉️ DGJEHCJS my hakuno's a demisexual too so her encountering the very horny douman would probably be so 👁_👁... for her dgdjjehc but!!! fun and laughs aside i am-!!!! actually eye-ing this veeery intently because love and lust is a pretty dang interesting topic to delve into!! i think i saw a post of yours saying sex is his substitute for love and i raise my moon girl like simba-- who i can very much see bluntly speaking out her mind on that matter... trying to understand where he's comibg from but not hesitating to say her bit on how she thinks that's futile and that he'll never obtain happiness that way 😳

enkidu: these two....... THESE TWO........ 🥺😭. artificial beings!!!! learning to be more human together mayhaps-- honestly one of the biggest themes with my moon girl which i'd love 2 explore with everyone's favorite lancer here! and listennnn, it was heavily implied that a berserker enkidu is a servant hakuno could contract with based on compatibility alone (nasu may not have explicitly confirmed it but it is Canon in my heart ok 😤) and i think there's sooo many ways to play off of that (disclaimer tho! it'd be most definitely alright if enkidu doesn't remember her at all! that gives us some angst potential to play with too >:3 ^_T) hakuno remembering enkidu from their beserker form and then interacting with them as a lancer..... hakuno not remember them at first but slowly regaining her memories of them from se.ra.ph as she interacts with their lancer variants....... lots of ways 2 go about it! ANDD i feel like flowers are becoming a decently prominent thing with my hakuno and i do recall enkidu's valentine gift ces being flowers too so-- i dunno how or why but i want something flower inspired for them.....!!!!! OH AND AND since they both dress pretty plainly, it'd be cute if they could dress each other up! i'm also thinking about them doing each other's hair because there's this one super super adorable art of hakuno braiding their hair which i adore oh so very much 🥺

pepe: BEING 100% TRANSPARENT HERE-- I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED LB1 😳...... but!!!! this is a duo that honestly intrigues me So Much because i've heard a lot about how pepe and hakuno have A Lot in common (which- for my hakuno could be both a good thing and a bad thing.. my hakuno definitely has a very deep and unique sense of loneliness, so having someone so similar to her would be both comforting and frightening methinks...) case in point-- this post! (also- random but op's brain is so huge and i love reading their thoughts abt hakuno so much -chef kiss-). i feel like there can be sooo much potential for them to develop more as people thanks to their interactions, and i feel like they really could get along! i can honestly see a pretty damn wholesome friendship too tbh 🥺 and characters who seem so incredibly different on the surface but actually share a lot of deeper themes and things in common is a personal fav of mine okok!!! 😤👏💯💯✨ also a big fan of the concept of pepe and hakuno absolutely slaying and breaking gender roles ✊✊ (pepe being more feminine-like and hakuno being more of a tomboy herself). AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT here's a random silly thought that i just have to say too-- i can imagine hakuno gifting them a plushie of pepe the frog... solely because they share a (nick)name..... VDDGFKEHDJ

elijah: CONSIDERING HOW MY HAKUNO IS VERY MUCH LIKE A PINOCCHIO THAT WANTS TO BE HUMAN-- this duo intrigues me very much yes yes 👀✨ hakuno doesn't have the best opinion of herself (putting this very very lightly-) and views herself as a sorry attempt of a living being really ^_T so i feel like she'd expect elijah to dislike or look down on her to an extent (which is honestly how she's been conditioned to feel like with anyone ngl but she's Especially feeling it after his "something you like" line heeheehoohoo!) — his own opinion of her is totes up 2 u tho! hakuno's journey is most definitely becoming more human from the blank slate she was once was and she's oh so very human at her core, so i'm real intrigued to know how elijah would feel and interact with all that!! speaking of... ELIJAH NOT BEING HUMANE IN HIS CORE IS SO INTERESTING TO MEEEE!!!!! also provides a pretty Intewesting contrast to hakuno too. i am a fool so i know thing abt elijah but 👀👀👀 am very much open to learning more via ic interactions! him telling hakuno his story perhaps...... (if they get closer ofc!!) and damn i am c h omping my hands rn bc if this moon girl manages to get to bond lvl 5 with him-- and even if not!! like with enkidu, i can def see her affirming his humanity and caring for him regardless!!

mycroft: I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SEND YOU AN ASK FOR HIM FROM MY OLD AS HECK INBOX CALL TBH-- but!!!! i want them to be teatime buddies !!!!!! it's just something that sounds real wholesome to me okay.. 🥺 AND LISTEN- it's perfect because even back in the moon cell, hakuno would always like to have cakes with the tea that sakura brewed... also-- like with caenis, sweet tooth squad!! i feel like they could get along on that aspect as well? OH BUT SAME WITH SHERLOCK i am very much 👀👀👀👀 because gotdang do i love thinking abt the dynamics of hakuno and a more rational muse..!!! hakuno's a bit (read: A Lot) of an overworker herself too, but she's of the mindset that it's fine if only she's the one bearing all the weight, so i can most definitely see her pesking approaching him quite frequentky to ask if there's any way she could help out or lessen his load. definitely encourages him to take better care of himself and rest!!!! a hypocrite ahaha- OH AND PLS KNOW THAT THE PROGRESSION OF HIS BOND LINES MAKE ME CRY AS WELLLL 😭😭 and i'm sorry but i just know hakuno is that brand of stubborn that just won't leave him alone!! (in a good way tho!!)

#summoned anima #&&. out of #q. #THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN BTW 💞💞 PLSS I RLLY WANT 2 INTERACT WITH U ALREADYYY #also-- we should exchange d.iscord handles perhaps... 😳😳👉👈 #would be vv open to plotting more with u if u'd like! #OR HONESTLY EVEN JUMPING STRAIGHT INTO INTERACTIONS IS A-OKAY WITH ME TOO-- #see where the wind takes us~~~ or sth like that! #and once i get more info abt t.esla and shd i Will be rambling abt them as well okok!!!!

[soberyinragingyang]

s m i t h e r s (for the ask thing)

favorite thing about them

I guess the fact that he’s just... refreshing. You don’t see many characters like him, you know? Everything about him is opposable. Evil but still incredibly sincere, an everyman but with a rich, emotional personality. Submissive and syncophantic, but... by choice!

Even his sexuality, like it’s very clear that he’s gay, yet at the same time it’s pretty easy to forget about it. And I like that he’s closeted, too, I think writers tend to forget how relatable that is to queer people and not something to be glossed over (like a certain episode did... *bitter*)

least favorite thing about them

Disregarding his flanderization, I would say my least favorite thing about him is

Uhm... well there’s nothing about him I don’t like, but I do wish he wasn’t... idk, it’s not wasted potential, because this character is a legend, but I wish they’d done even more with him. I wish we’d get a spin-off by the old writers (or a new team of people who care) of him and Burns. It’d be a romcom adventure with elements of mystery ✨ I take no criticism

favorite line

Literally everything he says is gold... “No, sir. Who would you like killed?” being one of my favorites just bc it’s so absurd and his face when he says it.

Pictured ^, the face of a man ready to kill/get someone to kill.

But my all-time favorite has to be “I’ll show you how to use a phone, you boob!” because A: I’m sure he picked up ‘boob’ as an insult from Burns’ vocabulary, which is hilarious. B: He then proceeds to bang the phone into Homer’s head C: this is then followed by “It’s for you.”

brOTP

Him and Marge ❤️ I’m glad some writer had the vision to point out they’d make a good pair of friends and I really like to think about their relationship evolving, especially considering Marge has a bit of a crush on him (which is like... good taste). I also think it makes his dynamic with the other characters really interesting.

i.e he hates Homer but that’s his best friend’s wife, I can imagine him saddling Homer up with the worst duties just bc Marge told Smits about a fight they had, during tea the day before, haha.

And then there’s the fact that Burns is attracted to Marge (again, good taste) I feel like he’d be impressed by Smithers’ capability of forming a relationship with her, although he’d completely miss the point of it being purely platonic. I feel like to him, a man and a woman can be friends as much as two men can be lovers: not!

OTP

Burnsmithers!! (duh) I thought it was the best when I watched the show as kid and that opinion’s only been revived today haha. Don’t really have much more to say about this I haven’t already said except that there’s so. much. to. draw. and the amount of fics I have in the works, goshdang. I’m so in love. I apologize once more to everyone for being so bad at finishing things and putting them out there :<

nOTP

Uhm... none? I’m not really a nOTP kinda person except for the stuff that creeps me out, but I can’t really think of a pairing with Smits that makes me does that. So yeah, nah, shipping galore.

random headcanon

He got his first Malibu Stacy at the age of 15 with money from a parttime job (aka his own money, not his allowance) just to say ‘fuck you’ to his parents for not letting him have one as a kid. He wasn’t even interested in playing with it anymore, but it still made him feel like he was taking pride in an aspect of himself that others have condemned him for. A fascination commences...

unpopular opinion

I feel like I have many unpopular opinions about Waylon lol... the one that’s most important to me, I guess, is that he’s not a cinnamon roll!! I know he’s friendly and cute and sweet but... he’s not a good guy haha.

And what matters is that he enjoys not being a good guy. I know that’s less apparent in the newer seasons where it seems he’s only along for the ride on Burnsie’s schemes, but I really feel like he’s the kind of guy to actually take pleasure in corruption, malcontent and stepping on others from time to time.

And this relates to his dynamic with Monty as well. He doesn’t like Monty despite him being evil, he likes him because he’s evil. He doesn’t want to ‘fix’ him or whatever, I’m sure he sees some humanity and warmth in him but goodness? Benevolence? Nah.

He’s clearly been shown to try and gently steer Burns away from carrrying out any plans that are borderline twisting-mustache-villain evil (i.e taking candy from a baby, stuff that’s just not attractive anymore), but that’s it.

song i associate with them

‘Two’ by Sleeping at Last. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory but man, do I love a song that fits with the kind of character that would throw themselves into peril if it meant anything at all to their loved one, no matter what.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrDzd4ufypE

favorite picture of them

That’s a hard one cause he’s always my favorite thing in every frame ever, especially when he’s wearing that incredible dress shirt + sweater combo

Like boye does he look good in casual wear...

HOWEVER I’m afraid I’ll have to go with The Classic on this one

Bc malicious Smithers is best Smithers

#Anonymous #answered #WOW this turned into an essay and also answered like... 2 weeks later? #thanks for asking about my boy I could go on about him for days #abt

[skelemira]

GIVE THE UL SNAS AND ROWAN LORE PLS PLS PLS I NEED THIS

OK FINALLY DONE WITH ART AND ON THE BUS HOME LET'S *DO THIS*

But before I start I should say this is not my characterization, it's actually how my bestest friend @hyacinthlanes characterizes him (she's also the one who drew my pfp btwwwwww I love you Saphhhhhhhh)

Aight so these two motherhuggers are the cutest fRICKING couple you ever will see. So I actually lowkey uh forgot how they met, I don't even think I set it in stone, I think I started writing a oneshot about it and then just straight up didn't finish it lol but I think I'm gonna go with that they meet at Muffet's.

(btw when I refer to Sans and Papyrus hereforth I mean UL Snas and Paps)

So Paps has a bit of a sweet tooth, nothing major just a bit of a craving for pastries now and then, and he knows Muffet is good about not making her pastries with an ungodly amount of sugar, so he pops by every once in a while. So one time he goes to Muffet's and he sees a new waitress. Now Muffet has *never* hired somebody to help her, so that immediately caught his attention. He noticed that she was a little bit awkward, clearly new to waitressing, and a little bit clumsy every now and then, though she seemed a bit more fearful of Muffet when she made mistakes than he thought was brought on by Muffet being a spider.... Especially because Muffet seemed to be acting extra sweet to the waitress. The waitress eventually got to him, asking for his order before stopping herself and apologizing, introducing herself as Rowan and then asking for his order again.

He brought out all the charm he could, and by the end of the conversation he had even coaxed a giggle out of her. It wasn't even much of a giggle, and she quickly stifled it, but he knew in that moment he would do anything to hear her full blown laugh. (In a completely platonic way, dw there is no jealousy. Though perhaps it might go a different way in an au 👀👀👀)

He went home and Sans noticed he was much more upbeat than normal. Usually when he went to Muffet's he was happy but he would go straight for a 5 mile jog to "burn off the sugar", but this time Paps just went into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner, humming merrily.

Eventually Sans pried it out of Paps about the new waitress and how adorable she was, and you just KNOW Sans is a sucker for adorable things so he decided to pay Muffet a visit (though he would definitely get Grillby's after to "atone").

Yeah so uh it took a couple of weeks for him to get around to going to Muffet's, not that he was dreading it, he just takes his sweet time to do something he says he's gonna do.

He steps one foot into Muffet's and curses under his breath.

Because he sees Rowan tentatively confident, making a joke with Muffet as she wiped down a table, and the ensuing giggle had a burst of magic zip through him, apparently so much that Muffet paused in her laughter, her gaze going to him and raising one eyebrow.

(I really just ended up writing a whole thing huh XDDD)

He saw a glimpse of that confident radiance peeking through the walls that seemed to be slowly crumbling and he became resolved to break them down, if just to see what was hiding behind them.

It started with him trying out various comedy routines as she took his order, anything to hear that giggle again (oh my stars she likes *puns*), and it eventually turned to flirting (her blush is *adorable* and he loves it more than anything) which eventually turned to him asking her out. She said yes <3 (obviously lol) and they started going out.

So obviously my boi Sans has some trauma, we hc him here as asexual, but I mean either way being forced to be in constant heat is gonna have some nasty consequences even if you weren't asexual, plus he feels like in other people's eyes he's been reduced to just sex, plus a lot of other stuff that I'm not going to mention bc that's Saph's territory lol (Btw forgot to mention Rowan is panro-ace like me <3 bc self indulgence XDDD)

So having a girlfriend who is also asexual and doesn't *at all* expect sex or even really want it most of the time if at all and who's basically like a best friend but also romantic is just. Exactly what he needs. Their dates are just the cutest and they both understand the other has trauma so when one has days where the "air is heavy" (basically days where it's hard to move or hard to breathe, like the air is too heavy to move through etc) the other is just there for them. ANYWAY they're too cute your honor

So eventually they move in together, think cottagecore and you've got basically Rowan and Oberon's house, they're adorable and their home is so cozy.

There are so many little moments that are just adorable I can't even think of them all but eventually they get married.

I love. Their wedding okay.

Like have you seen that post of a couple that invited their friends to a party they said was a costume party but it was actually their wedding? Yeah that's them. Except the people know it's a wedding, they just can wear whatever the heck the want, the wackier the better. Their wedding is outdoors and full of shenanigans and laughs and I don't quite remember who I had officiate, it might've been Grillby or my friend's sona, but ik Muffet was the maid of honor.

Tho since they shared so many friends it wasn't really a split situation, the wedding parties were all just kind of mixed together. Rowan was barefoot and it was by the edge of a forest so it was very nature-y (Rowan gardens like a LOT I mentioned it like offhand in the last post).

Super super cute.

Now RANDOM TIDBITS

Sans' favourite food is apple pie. Why? Because Rowan smells like apples. (Or it's her scones bc goshDANG they are good).

Rowan's favourite color is the purple of Sans' eyelights.

Sans (with Papyrus' help) builds Rowan a greenhouse with floating pink magic lights and it's the most romantic fricking place ever.

When their relationship is first starting to get serious, they plant a tree together (a Rowan tree aha). (If/when they have kids, the kids would play underneath that tree).

Sans' favourite colour is the red of Rowan's hair (it looks pink in the picture but it's kind of a pinkish red, like a pink lady apple).

Rowan and Papyrus have such a good relationship with each other man. Like when Paps finds out Rowan is drinking **EVERCLEAR** every night he is like absolutely Not you uncultured swine (affectionate) and so he starts up a Wine Night with her. Every Thursday he brings a new wine for them to try while maybe doing a puzzle or just chatting or baking or something. Together they become wine connoisseurs (bro I spelled that right the first time without autocorrect look at me go)

Ok I'm rambling at this point but uh yes <3 you're also free to ask me random questions about these two if you'd like!!!! Thank you so much for the ask Hyper beloved <333333 literally Saph is like almost the whole reason UL Sans is my husband now lol.

#ask #oc #Rowan beloved #UL Sans #Underlust Sans #Sans x OC #x sona?? #anywhodles #I love these two okay I live vicariously through Rowan just to get some goshdang cuddles

[sister-dear]

For the ask game: Linked Universe. :D I'm sure you've got some hot takes for us 😘

The first character I first fell in love with: OMG I don’t remember? Pretty sure most of my current favs are also the characters I first fell in love with - Wild, Legend, and Four. Sky came just a tad later.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Sky and Four! I never finished Sky’s game and straight up haven’t played any of Four’s. The combination of Sky’s kind-hearted but competent portrayal in the comic along with the fandom’s interpretation of him having a chronic illness really appeals to me. I also love transformation gimmicks and Four has two of them, plus his utter willingness to just. Throw down with anybody. Hyrule and Warriors have also both grown on me over time. Love Hyrule’s carefree until he’s handing you your ass attitude. I love the fandom interpretation of Warriors as a bisexual disaster, plus his experience of war on a mass scale in a position where he’s actively leading people means he has a very different background and perspective to the rest of the group. 

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Nobody? There really is not a single LU character that I actively dislike, just some I like more than others.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Going off script a bit, but. The utter lack of variety that the fandom takes when it comes to the character’s religious attitudes can get pretty irritating. Not all deeply religious people are obnoxious about it! Not all atheists are going off on mental rants against the gods with every other breath! Not everyone who goes through hardship winds up hating their religious figures because of it! Almost all of these characters should by all rights be polytheistic! Nuance, people! Give me the nuance! *cough* Ahem. Hylia. 

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Time, though it’s more that his games remain some of my favorites and I was so disappointed when LU didn’t use any of the parts of the character that appeal to me. Give me that Time who bounces around between body sizes, who uses magic and music and masks all at the drop of a hat! And my favorite interpretations of his personality are either sweet, socially awkward, or Legend-style angry, rather than that aloof irritation thing LU Time has going on. Still like the character, he’s just near the bottom of the list of Links I like in LU.

The character I would totally smooch: Nobody, but goshdang Sky and Twilight both look like they’d give amazing hugs. Provided they took off the chainmail. Chainmail ain’t comfy. And any of the nature lovers in the group would be fun to talk shop with.

The character I’d want to be like: It will surprise no one that my answer is Sky. 

The character I’d slap: King Rhoam. Wait wrong fandom. XD Ok I love Legend as a character, he is one of my favs, but he would absolutely drive me up a wall if he was actually standing in front of me.

A pairing that I love: SunflowerAro put me on to queerplatonic Legend/Ravio and. Yes. Love it. Give me that delicious aroace rep. Also you all already know this but SKY AND FOUR FRIENDSHIP. YES. Also Four&Twilight with their shared secrets, Sky&Legend chronic illness solidarity, Wild&Hyrule genderqueer adventure buddies... I could go on. The huge variety of potential platonic combinations are what keep my interest in this fandom alive. 

A pairing that I despise: Not a specific pairing and despise is a strong word, but the comic-canon romantic relationship are all m/f. That certainly doesn’t mean the fans can’t interpret those as bi, ace, poly, etc. Or come up with other pairings of their own. But the lack of queer rep in the comic itself does bother me. (The only one of those ‘canon’ relationships I’m not overly fond of is Twi/Midna. Never really shipped it and have yet to find anything that’s changed my mind. Again, despise is a strong word.)

#tumblr game #ask game #wow that's a lot of words up there #sister went off #oops

[arcanesupern0va]

Down With The Rickness; Ch3: Scene Of The Crime

Summary: Vindicators 3: The Return of World Ender? Never heard of him either.

A/N: Thank you for reading this far and thank you so much for your continued support. ♥ So I think the next one is gonna be a Halloween inspired one. I watched a movie last night that I really wanted to just force Rick into so I think that's what's going to happen. Probably won't be anywhere near as oooey gooey as this one was but I can't resist making Rick a goshdang sap because it's my god given right. Hahaha. Be sure to let me know what you think! Unless it's mean and just generally not constructive in which case pls don't because I am soft and my feelings bruise easily.

CW: Thar be Drunk Rick here. And blatant use of an episode.  Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 6704

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Masterlist

~Rick In The Water~

|Ch2: Silhouettes|

Surprisingly, it was a horrid stench that woke me up, along with Morty gently nudging me into consciousness. I groaned, rolling over and bringing the blanket up to cover my nose and save me from the horrendous smell that had permeated the room.

“C-Come on Aunt Nova, we gotta go,” Morty murmured, shaking me again before standing up and moving away from the bed. “Rick, uh- He had one hell of a night last night.”

Whatever I had been imagining didn’t match what I found in the conference room. Rick was splayed out, completely coated with shit and sleeping peacefully despite it. I clasped my hand to my face trying desperately to purge the image from my brain before it made itself at home. I turned to focus on Supernova and Morty, turning my back on Rick completely.

“Good morning. Looks like your boyfriend had a long night,” she remarked. My cheeks burned as I peeked around her despite myself, seeing the full extent Rick’s mess went to. “Crocubot, why don't you escort Mr. Sanchez to a more comfortable spot so that someone can… clean up his diarrhea.”

“Whoa, I'm nervous about my first mission,” Noob Noob declared proudly, entering the conference room toting multiple weapons.

“Actually Noob Noob, you have a new mission,” Supernova told him coldly, flicking her wrist to replace the weapons with a mop.

“Got damn,” he said sadly, resigning himself to his new “mission”.

“Vindicators, prepare for arrival. Worldender dies today, with or without Rick’s help.” She ordered, leading us to the ship we would be descending to Worldender’s hideout planet in.

My head was still reeling as the ship took off from the main ship and soared down to Worldender’s planet. Morty kept me calm, explaining the different Vindicators to me before we were forced to drop down onto the planet from midair. Vance grabbed my waist with a sly grin, pulling me uncomfortably close to him before jumping out of the back and landing safely on the ground below. I pulled away from him quickly, only to be confronted with the pungent smell of burning flesh and rotting corpses as I surveyed my surroundings. Most of the planet seemed to be composed of corpses and bones and it just reinforced my assumption that the vast majority of space was just disgusting. Vance offered me a handkerchief to cover my nose with but I politely declined, not wanting to offer him any more of an ‘in’ than he already thought he had. I used the sleeve of my shirt instead, pressing it against my face hard enough that the skin ached around my nostrils from the pressure.

“A-Aunt Nova, are you okay?” Morty asked, looking up at me with concern plastered all over his face but noticeably unbothered by the smell.

“Y-Yeah,” I coughed, unsurprised the air tasted as bad as it smelled, “how are you so relaxed right now? This place fucking reeks.”

“Oh, Rick implanted me with a scent filter for my nose. There was a planet that smelled like burnt tires and rotten eggs and he got tired of hearing me complain about it,” Morty explained, “Sure, it’s based off Rick’s preferences so I haven’t smelled lavender and sweet pea in over a month but whatever you’re going through looks like it sucks.”

“So you can’t smell anything right now?” I asked, astonished.

“Nope,” he shrugged, “right now all I can smell is your shampoo and Vance’s cologne.”

“Must be fuckin’ nice,” I grumbled, staring at the ground ahead of me as we followed behind Supernova.

Drones approached us at an alarming pace but Supernova made quick work of them using the powers of whatever the “Star Mother” was. We advanced, only to come to a total dead end. This time it was Alan Rails’ turn, somehow creating a train to blast through the wall so we could advance further.

“Is it just me, or are their powers a little… stupid?” I whispered under my breath to Morty, only to earn an annoyed sigh.

“You sound just like Rick. These are actual superheroes, Aunt Nova. Most people just get movies but you’re actually in the presence of people that do everything they can for the better good,” Morty chastised.

“Like, I get that but even you have to admit they’re pretty lame. I mean, sure Supernova uses powers from some ‘Star Mother’ but like, the one guy is literally just an amalgamation of ants? And Alan can just call on the power of trains? Ghost trains? In what way could that possibly be helpful other than complete and utter destruction?”

“You don’t get it-”

“Aah! Gun Turret,” Million Ants interrupted us.

“Are you alright?” Supernova asked, concern flooding her voice.

“Yes. I only lost 400 ants. My queen is laying more,” he assured her as the holes in his chest mended in front of us, “I am back to one million ants,” he announced proudly as a look of relief flashed over Supernova’s features.

“Someone wake up Sanchez,” she demanded, glaring as she watched Crocubot toss Rick gracelessly onto the ground as Vance bent over him.

“H-Hey, wait- What are you doing?” I started nervously, as Vance pointed a finger at his face. Supernova shook her head briskly at me, holding up a hand as the tip of Vance’s finger opened and a blue gas emerged from it.

“Ugh,” Rick groaned, his bloodshot eyes taking in his surroundings as he familiarized himself with his location. “Oh, christ.”

“Oh, good. You’re up,” Supernova remarked sarcastically.

“Barely,” Rick growled, pulling himself to his feet.

“Rick, we're taking fire from an automated turret. Can you bring it offline?”

Rick grunted in response, pulling out a thermos as we watched him mix chemicals to produce a small creature. He held the plump creature over his eyes, squeezing it and relishing in the relief the liquid it produced offered.

“Ahh, that’s better,” he sighed, blinking away the bloodshot in his eye and looking around the room. His eyes fell on me and for a moment, a look of fear passed through them. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Rick!” Supernova shouted, irritated by the delay.

“I can’t help if I can’t see,” Rick shot back, shaking away his concerns for a moment and pulling out a small roving device that scurried over the floor into the line of fire. The top opened to allow a transparent disc to absorb the bullets before it spit out three compact discs that morphed into small robots. They climbed on top of each other, propelling themselves up onto the turret and fixating themselves over the barrel. Rick winked at me before jumping in front of the turrets in a ‘ta-da’ pose and I felt my heart drop as the turrets began shooting. I’ve moved to go after him, to pull him out of what I assumed to be certain doom but he turned to face me, grinning like a madman as the turrets fired until they exploded.

“And that’s how you do it, baby.”

“I could've just used a ghost train,” Alan grumbled, shoving past Rick and continuing through the door.

“Really? You don't say. You would have used a ghost train?” Rick gloated, rolling his eyes as he looked around the room. “H-Hey, everybody, the ghost train guy would have used a ghost train!” The rest of the Vindicator and Morty pushed passed him, mumbling under their breath and shooting looks of disgust and irritation at Rick as they passed.

“Is there coffee?” Rick asked, stopping Morty as he pressed on past his grandfather, the disgust and irritation even more prevalent on his face than the rest of them, “H-Hey, Morty, can you be a pal? Grandpa left his coffee maker on the ship. Y-You know, the French press thing?”

“Get it yourself,” Morty shot back, going around his grandfather to follow the rest of the team. As I passed him, that same look of fear covered his face as he looked me over, making sure I was okay. Once he seemed satisfied, he turned away to follow the group silently. We navigated the halls to Worldender’s lair in silence, Rick focusing in on Morty to avoid having to face me.

“You’re sni-uuuuurp-ppy this morning,” Rick remarked, following closely behind Morty while also keeping a watchful eye on my progress behind him.

“Just focus on the mission, alright,” Morty snapped, not interested in anything his grandfather had to say at this point.

“Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry. Oh, you're right. Ooh, real serious. Gotta take it real serious, huh?” Rick said mockingly, glaring at the back of the Vindicator’s heads.

“Rick…” I called out gently, trying to relieve Morty of the punishment of dealing with his hungover grandfather. Rick turned to face me finally, a bit too eagerly for his liking it seemed as he groaned and stopped in his tracks to wait for me to catch up.

“H-Hey, Nova,” he grumbled as I caught up, “You shouldn’t have come.”

“And what, miss out on all the fun?” I chuckled. “Seems like you’ve had one hell of a night.” I watched him carefully, trying to ignore the part of me that was simply relieved that he was awake.

“Yeah, I got, uh, upset,” he shrugged, sidestepping a corpse as we entered a large room.

“I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” he said, cutting me off. “What are you even doing here? You know this is supposed to be incredibly dangerous right?”

“I figured you’d be here,” I shrugged, holding my arm against me and rubbing it.

“Jesus,” Rick muttered, shaking his head.

“Son of a steam engine! They're all dead!” Alan interrupted before Rick could say anything else. I took the room in only to find it littered with corpses, posed in various sex positions.

“Why would Worldender do this to his own men... and several women?” Crocubot asked, confusion leaking into his robotic tone.

“Well, he is the Worldender. The guy ends worlds. Kind of his thing,” Vance said, rolling his eyes. Rick kept moving forward, not interested in the massacre only to step on a hidden panel on the floor. A large hook bearing a corpse swung down from the ceiling in front of us, leaving Vance to cry out in horror, “What the fuck?!”

“It’s Worldender!” Supernova exclaimed, “What happened to him?” Worldender let out a weak moan, alerting us that he was still alive. I stared in horror as the monster on the hook gurgled in agony at us, unable to form any true speech.

“I sense his life force is fading,” Million Ants remarked, moving closer to take a better look.

“Million Ants, ladies and gentlemen! The ant colony with the power of two human eyes!” Rick snarled, unable to help himself. Worldender sputtered some more before an organ flew out of his mouth. “All right. Short mission, good mission. Remember when Alan wanted to use a ghost train? See you guys in Vindicators 4. Morty, Nova?”

“Rick, whoever did this is an even bigger threat than Worldender! We can't leave now!” Morty exclaimed nervously, looking to me for assistance.

“He's right. This is far from over,” Supernova insisted, hovering over to Rick.

“Well, have fun with that. But we have a comet girl, a monorail man, two assholes, and a full alligator to meet in, like, an hour,” Rick dismissed her, ready to head back through the door to the lair. As he turned to leave, however, a large shutter descended in front of him. It missed him by a hair as all of the exits sealed up immediately and left only one remaining door. The Vindicators and Morty prepared themselves for a fight but Rick grabbed my arm and dug into his lab coat for his portal gun, only to come up empty.

“Shit,” I murmured, the real terror of the situation descending on me quickly, realizing whatever had locked us in here truly had us stuck and Rick didn’t have a way out.

“I sense the presence of a greater evil,” Million Ants remarked looking around the room as if whatever it was would pop out at us immediately at his revelations. A large monitor descended from the ceiling, much to my surprise and it immediately cut to a video of a very drunk Rick.

“Check, check, One, two. Okay, is it recording? Good. Hello, Vindicators. Welcome to your reckoning, babyyyyy,” Drunk Rick held the last word out as we all turned to look at him.

“Well, it's official. I had too much to drink last night,” Rick remarked sheepishly, not quite meeting my eye.

“Rick, what did you do?” I asked nervously, my eyes darting around every corner.

“To be honest with you, I don’t really remember,” Rick admitted quietly, his eyes still trained on the monitor.

“ If you guys are watching this, you're, you know, the Vindicators,” Drunk Rick slurred, adjusting the camera to assure he was in the frame.

“R-Rick… buddy…” Vance started, training one of his wrist-mounted pistols on Rick as he looked him up and down cautiously, “What’s, uh, what’s going on?”

“Obviously, I came here last night during a blackout,” Rick told him flatly, gesturing up at the screen.

“Obviously?” Supernova demanded, exasperated, “You came here and defeated our arch-nemesis while so drunk, you don't remember doing it? That's something ‘obvious’ to you?”

“Look, I'm a lit-little more complex than you guys and, no offense, but I've always suspected that a lot of what you do in a year could be knocked out in a couple of hours,” Rick replied nonchalantly. Supernova opened her mouth to speak again but instead trained her attention on the screen.

“...So I thought, why not just do your job for you so we can have a little fun game,” Drunk Rick mumbled, pointing to the left where a spotlight flashed on and illuminated a large board with each of the Vindicators on it along with a defining trait for each of them.

“Rick, what did you do?” I demanded again, eyeing him nervously myself now.

“Is this a ‘Saw’ thing?” Morty asked angrily, moving closer to the board to investigate closer, “Are you ‘Saw’-ing the Vindicators?”

“I’m a drunk Morty, not a hack,” Rick snapped, looking around the room nervously.

“I certainly hope you idiots didn’t bring Nova with you because if you break the rules, lose the game or try to leave, you will die. Like in *uuuuurp* ‘Saw’,” Drunk Rick finished clumsily. Rick’s eyes met mine nervously and my mouth went dry.

“Well, I-I-I think we've seen enough. I'll just figure out how to unplug this,” Rick hurried off quickly looking for a plug while the rest of us stared up at the screen as Drunk Rick continued his tirade.

“Okay, here we go, room number one. The Vindicators are known throughout the galaxy, but do they know yourselves? Do you know yourselves? Match your... your shit, your... your gimmicks with your faces and y-you get it, it's a matching thing. And do it in three minutes, or you'll *uuurp* all die.”

“Screw this, I’m not playing his game,” Vance declared. “I'm gonna find us a way out of here.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, Vance. He said we'd die if you tried to leave,” Rick reasoned, stepping in front of Vance, “I really don’t give a fuck about you but I can’t let Nova die, why in the hell did you assholes let her come again?”

“I informed her of the risks yesterday, she seemed assured that you would keep her safe,” Supernova told him coolly, much to his irritation.

“Th-this guy probably knew she’d be too stubborn to listen to any of you assholes so here’s hoping he didn’t go too crazy with the booby traps.” Rick was trying to convince himself as well as the rest of us as paced back and forth.

“Why are you acting like that's not you?!” Vance demanded hysterically.

“What part of ‘blackout’ don't you understand? I thought you drank?” Rick snarled, looking up from the floor.

“Like cool drinking! Like sexy drinking, not this psycho trailer-park shit!” he bellowed, looking around the room for some kind of reassurance that he was in fact not the crazy one.

“Vance, stay calm…” Morty said cautiously, bringing Vance’s wrath down on him instead.

“Oh, so you're the leader now because we gave you a jacket?! You're the learning-disabled kid we do photo-ops with!” Vance reamed Morty, his breathing quickening with every syllable. I moved to step in, to defend my godson against the sudden onslaught from his heroes when he shook his head at me quickly and swallowed his hurt.

“Okay, ouch, but-”

Vance began hyperventilating fully again, fanning his face against the red that was inching its way up from his collar. “Okay, this... this is triggering me. I need space. I-I need SPACE! FROM THIS!”

Before anyone could stop him, Vance engaged his rocket propellers after eyeing a conveniently placed vent in the ceiling. He shot his way up to it, ripping away the grate and flying into it. Sounds of saws and gunshots echoed as we could do nothing but watch as Vance’s legs contorted in agony before plummeting back down and landing in front of us. We stared in abject horror as one of the rocket boots kicked back to life and started flying around the room leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

“I really wish I could say I was sorry about that one,” I murmured numbly, staring at the rocketing foot until Crobubot finally took aim and shot it out of the air. “What the fuck is going on right now?”

“H-Hey, Nova,” Rick started, moving closer in an attempt to comfort me but I winced away from his touch, “it’s gonna be okay, I’m not going to let-”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't crush your windpipe!” Alan interrupted, grabbing Rick by the throat and holding him against the wall.

“Wait, no!” I grabbed Alan’s arm, trying my hardest to pull him away from Rick. I may not be able to reconcile all of this away right now, but I still couldn’t bear to watch him hurt. Alan looked over his shoulder for a moment, pushing me down to the ground with a malicious glint in his eye that was all too familiar before returning his attention to Rick.

“Because my epidermis is laced with a nanofiber defense mesh,” Rick answered coldly, strange electricity covering his body before Alan was launched back away from him. “And because, like I said, I don't remember last night.”

“I told you not to invite this mummified motherfucker back!” Alan bellowed from the ground, shooting a dirty look over his shoulder at Supernova.

“Alan, I'm not proud of what's happening here, but if you keep coming at me or if you touch another hair on Nova’s head, there's gonna be another passenger on that ghost train,” Rick snarled, taking a step toward him and leaning down to really drive his point home.

“Guys!” Morty called over to us, “I figured it out.” While Rick and Alan had been fighting, Morty had taken to solve the puzzle Rick had set up for the Vindicators. “I figured I didn’t want to die so I better actually figure this shit out before this asshole gets us killed.”

“Congrats! You did i-uuuurp-it!” Drunk Rick slurred proudly when the monitor flashed back on. The door opened, revealing our path forward.

“It was a bit. All of the descriptors apply to all of you,” I murmured, reading the descriptors and matching them up to what little Morty had told me about the Vindicators, “Drunk Rick's point is that none of you are very special or different.”

“That's always his point,” Morty affirmed, despondent.

“Let's just get through this as quickly as possible. Then, we'll deal with the three of you,” Supernova said contemptuously, hovering past Rick and me.

“Th-Three of us?” Morty exclaimed, looking heartbroken before he turned his ire to Rick, “I hope you're proud of yourself!”

“Uh, I kind of am. I saved the goddamn universe.”

“That's not the issue, Rick!”

“Ahh, it would've been if I hadn't.”

*+*

We made our way through the next room, losing Crobubot in the process. Drunk Rick appeared on another monitor again, this time sporting a deerstalker cap and presenting a large map for the puzzle of the room. Crobubot’s confidence had chosen to reveal even more questionable backstory about the Vindicators from when Rick hadn’t been with them. This time it was concerning an entire planet they had to destroy because they couldn’t locate their target at the time, something called Doomnomitron. I was stuck watching in real-time as glimmers of hope and respect Morty held for the team started to rapidly deteriorate. Rick pointed out that he could’ve just created a device to seek out Doomnomitron but apparently it had been Alan’s call not to call Rick back.

Morty solved the puzzle yet again and the in-fighting only worsened as we made our way into the next room. This time Drunk Rick was wearing one of my old Hawaiian t-shirts, holding up a coconut filled with more booze.

“Aloha... means hello and goodbye in Hawaii. But, uh, aloha means... has nothing to do with this room,” Drunk Rick sputtered as his head rolled around loosely on his shoulders. “I'm so fucking drunk. Nova’s going to be so mad at me in the morning. Jesus Christ, she better not be in here with you.” Rick’s eyes met mine, unspoken apologies and frustration boiling over. “Ugh, okay, here's the deal. I-I want to rest my eyes for a little bit. I'm--I'm not going to sleep. I just... just need to rest my eyes, so let's make this one simple. Just try to hit some three-pointers.” Lights came on to light up a basketball hoop and a small bomb rigged to blow. “Let's say... you have to hit... five three-pointers in... five minutes or, I don't know, the whole place--the whole planet will get blown up with a n-neutrino bomb. And try to make it a-a lesson about yourselves like, like how... selfish you a-are, or something. Also, Hawaii,” he rambled, his head resting on the desk for a moment. This time, however, the video didn’t cut out and just continued playing as Drunk Rick struggled to keep the contents of his stomach within.

“Jesus Christ,” Rick murmured, staring at himself on the screen before Morty grabbed his arm and dragged him over the neutrino bomb.

“M-Maybe I should take N-Nova to Hawaii,” Drunk Rick mused, stifling down the urge to vomit as he rolled his head back and forth on his workbench, “She thinks I hate her… The fuck is she thinking? I can’t even get up in the morning without thinking about her.”

“O-Oh,” I blurted out, my eyes glued to the screen as Million Ants and Supernova made quick work of the Three Pointer Challenge and Alan Rails started accusing them of some alleged infidelity. Rick’s eyes were still trained on me, however, much to Morty’s chagrin as he continued disarming the bomb without Rick’s help.

“I mean, s-she’s not the brightest when it comes to my work but sh-she’s just brings me so much peace. Like a stupid amount of peace that I don’t deserve,” Drunk Rick continued almost incoherently, “She doesn’t expect me to be the s-smartest guy in the room and sh-she’s never wanted me to solve all of her p-problems even though I’ve tried like hell and p-p-put more effort into her problems - oh, fuck I’m gonna puke - th-than I’ve put into anything else in my life. I-I-I don’t know, sh-she’s just so-so-so special to me. And sh-she keeps asking me what’s wrong and I-I-I don’t know how to explain it to her. I-I-I can’t get drunk and tell her, I mean look what do when I’m just mildly irritated with Morty,” he rambled. I couldn’t stop the watery giggle from falling out of my mouth as my eyes flicked to Rick again. He and Morty were struggling with the drunkenly improvised bomb but my small outburst didn’t go unnoticed by Supernova behind us.

“Something funny to you, girl?” she hissed, her voice wavering. I tore my eyes away from the screen to find Alan, well, everywhere. While I had been enraptured in the drunken ramblings of the emotionally closed-off man I’d fallen in love with, Supernova’s affair with Million Ants had come out into the open. The fight had turned deadly when Supernova had confirmed Million Ants’ superiority in the bedroom, leaving the sentient ant colony to defend the woman he loved. The fight ended when Million Ants possessed the Ghost Train Conductor or whatever the hell he was and exploded him from within, surprisingly killing the “undead” man.

“I-I-I wasn’t- I-I-I didn’t,” I stammered as she descended towards me at an alarming pace.

“You think you can just wander through here while all of my friends are killed at the hands of your… boyfriend,” she spat the word out as though it left a disgusting film in her mouth. “Who’s to say you deserve to live when my team has reduced to shambles.”

“You touch her and what happened to your friends will seem like a day in the park after I’m done with you,” Rick threatened lazily, barely looking up from the bomb as Supernova drew closer.

“Rick!” I squeaked, trembling as the cosmic grew closer, the energy from her righteous anger pulsing around her.

“She’s not going to do shit,” Rick said dismissively, focusing in on the bomb as Morty’s attention was drawn away. “There we go. Disarmed.”

“Y-You’re supposed to be heroes!” Morty bellowed, standing up to face the cosmic atom bomb in front of me. “She hasn’t done anything to you! Leave her alone!”

“Morty- Don’t,” I urged him, as he moved closer to the ticking time bomb in front of me. His words seemed to have an effect, however, and the pulsing around Supernova shrunk as she stood down.

“You will all pay for Rick’s crimes,” she declared coldly. With a flick of her wrist, cuffs appeared around our wrists. “I don’t want you three disappearing once this is over, all of these deaths are on your hands.”

“Oh, come on, maybe a couple of them, but definitely not the train guy,” Rick scoffed, quickly searching the black bands around his wrists for a way out but coming up empty.

“All of them,” Supernova hissed, launching one of the planets hovering around her into Rick’s groin. I moved to rush to his side, only to be launched away from him with another of her planets. “Not so fast. Rick won’t leave you behind, judging by his drunken ramblings, so you’re what I like to call… insurance.” Million Ants made the final three-pointer, allowing the door to open to one final room. It was a simple room, only a small pedestal sitting in the middle of it.

“All right, by now, I've been pretty clear that I think the Vindicators are full of shit,” Drunk Rick slurred on the monitor, taking a bite out of his piece of pizza, “But... you do have one thing I'll never have and probably another that I probably won’t have much longer. The first is the only part of the Vindicators that has any value to me and the second the most amazing thing in the room, besides me. So if you know what they are, place them on the platform. Guess wrong and the pla-planet will explode. And probably the solar system, 'cause I kind of fucking eyeballed the neutrino bombs on this one.”

“So what's the trick? Morty, you're the Drunk Rick expert,” Supernova asked callously, looking between Morty and me.

“I think for the first one... no matter what we put on there, we die. He said it's the part of the Vindicators he values. That means nothing. He wants our last moment alive to be spent knowing how few fucks he gave.”

“Jesus! Okay, open to second opinions!” Supernova glared, looking around at each of us.

“I-It could be Morty,” Rick admitted reluctantly.

“What?!”

“Hey, I don't know,” he shrugged. “I mean, look, when I get drunk, I get stupid and emotional and there's no logic to it. We all heard all that shit from the last room. It's, like, possible I got so drunk, I felt like I was losing Morty to the Vindicators, and maybe this is my way of saying ‘Okay, you can have him, but only if you know how important he is, otherwise I'll kill you.’”

“That is a... really specific guess,” Million Ants remarked.

“Look, I... there's nothing in the room but us. I'm just using logic to connect some dots. It's the best guess I've got.”

“But you're betting our lives on it,” Supernova said accusingly.

“I'll cover that bet. I get it,” Morty said smugly, heading for the platform.

“Wait, Morty, I think you're making that smirky face because you're misinterpreting the moment,” Rick said urgently, “I am not being coy about some hidden love for you. I want to be really clear that, if anyone has a better guess, like, if I gave you an amulet last night, or-” A loud ding rang out and everyone let out a sigh of relief before a chair shot up and scooped up Morty.

“Oh, shit,” Rick swore, staring at the now-empty platform.

“Alright. The second one?” Drunk Rick demanded expectantly.

“Well, go ahead, Nova.” Rick nodded at the platform in frustration.

“M-Me?” I stuttered. “I just watched that thing eat Morty. I don’t think I’m in a hurry to hop on up.”

“Look, he said the most amazing thing in the room. It’s definitely none of these assholes. Do you really think I’m going to hurt you, drunk or not?” Rick said flatly. I walked up to the platform hesitantly, glancing at Rick one last time before another seat appeared, dropping me into a cardboard Tunnel of Love.

“Jesus Nova, couldn’t just stay out of the line of fire could you,” Drunk Rick chuckled, twisting his hands over as I floated down the long tunnel. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick and I’m really sorry you had to go through all of these hacky shenanigans to prove my point to the Vindicators and Morty. I brought you down here because I just didn’t know how to tell you how much I was struggling with all of this. Watching you hurting- Seeing you walk out into that lake and not come back up. Jesus Nova, you know you’re everything to me, right?” His voice cracked and the tears welled in my eyes instantly. “It’s not like I can’t relate though, believe me. When I came back, it was just to give Beth some closure before I killed myself but when I saw you- when I saw the way you looked at me, something changed in me. For once, I can’t explain it.

“I’m sorry for leaving you with these assholes too, by the way. I thought you were going to come with me like you usually do and when you didn’t I just- I don’t know, I took it personally I guess. I got about twenty minutes away before I shut my damn ego up and flew back.” The cart pulled up to the final monitor and much to my surprise, Drunk Rick was crying. “I can’t do this without you, Nova. Please, despite all of the logic in your brain, please don’t give up on me.” I bit my lip, fighting back tears as I stared at the broken man on the screen in front of me. “So just, you know, think about it okay? Whatever you want, I’ll accept but I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I couldn’t just say this to your face. I’m just… so sorry. Alright Nova, I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later.” The cart sped back up the track and soon I was being raised back up through the platform. Morty looked less than amused standing next to his grandfather but I started to rush into his arms, only for one of Supernova’s planets to launch me back to her side.

“Not so fast, girl,” she hissed. The room shuddered and the entire platform began rising from under us.

“I sense this means we’re not dying,” Million Ants said, surveying the room.

“Not all of us,” Supernova said darkly, using her telekinesis to hold Rick, Morty and I up by our throats.

“Sweetheart…” Million Ants started gently, moving toward Supernova.

“Just let Titty-Bean do this, Snuzzles. It's for the greater good,” she replied irritably.

“Titty-Bean?--”

“Greater Good?--” we sputtered under her force-grasp that grew tighter with each movement.

“It's like you said, Morty: there's no right or wrong,” Supernova hissed, hovering closer to Morty.

“Never said that!”

“It's the galaxy's faith in the Vindicators that keeps the galaxy secure!”

“Yeah, I feel safer already,” Rick muttered sarcastically.

“No doubt. Who do we make the check out to?” I replied, meeting his gaze for a moment.

“Titty-Bean, listen to me. When you came to me, I was merely a sentient colony of ants. It was your beliefs, your pursuit of justice, that taught me to be a man,” Million Ants said soothingly, pulling her closer to him. We fell to the ground, sputtering for air as Supernova became distracted with Million Ants. Rick pulled me into his arms, desperately clinging to me for dear life as he patted my hair down.

“When did it get so complicated?” she asked mournfully, nuzzling into his hand.

“Who knows? But we can make it simple again.”

“You were always the romantic,” she remarked sadly before taking a step back from him, her eyes narrowed. “Which is why you can't leave either.” We watched in horror as she dug her hand into his chest and extracted his Queen Ant, crushing it in her palm. “Goodbye, my love.”

“Damn! She double-crossed Snuzzles!” Rick exclaimed, pulling away from me momentarily as she descended upon us.

“Silence! I'm going to enjoy this,” she hissed, raising her hands in front of her. As I buried my face into Rick’s chest, airhorns interrupted her attack as the platform finally reached its destination.

“Let's give a huge thanks to Rick Sanchez for killing Worldender, putting this awesome party together, and for booking one of the hottest talents out there: Logic!” an announcer called out and a spotlight descended upon us. Supernova lowered her hands, realizing the sheer volume of witnesses surrounding her.

“Look at that. Geez, I must've planned a whole party. Invited a bunch of people. Not bad, Drunk Rick, not bad,” Rick said, pulling himself to his feet before extending a hand out to me and pulling me to my feet. As Logic started a song about the Vindicators, Supernova slipped into the crowd, much to Morty’ dismay.

“Rick! Supernova’s getting away!” he shouted, pointing at the section she disappeared into.

“Oh well,” Rick shrugged, dancing along to the song.

“But… she was trying to kill us!” Morty retorted.

“Morty, twenty people try to kill me every week. I end up getting high with half of 'em,” Rick assured him flatly. “J-J-Just enjoy the festival, alright? I’ll worry about her later.”

It looked like just about everyone had gotten an invite as Beth, Summer, and Madi squeezed through the crowd over to us. I hugged Madi tightly before Summer pulled her into the crowd to introduce her to some of the friends she’d made adventuring with Rick.

“So, I’ll just assume nothing is going to happen to her here?” I asked Rick nervously, watching her hair bounced as Summer pulled her behind.

“Look, I invited Beth to this, she should be safe.” I narrowed my eyes at him, unconvinced but he just groaned, grabbing my hand. “Come on, let’s party.”

*+*

When we finally got home, the exhaustion from being in a life or death situation hit me like a truck. The moment I fell into my bed, I was out like a light. When I finally woke back up a day later, I was surprised to find Rick sprawled out next to me, sleeping peacefully with his arm draped over me. I carefully extracted myself from underneath him and made my way to the bathroom, desperate for a shower. As I opened my door, I found Morty headed in the same direction.

“O-O-Oh, hey Aunt Nova,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. “W-Were going to take a shower?”

“Y-Yeah, but you go ahead. I waited this long, I can wait a little bit longer,” I assured him, moving to head back into my room.

“I-I-I heard what Rick said, in the Hawaii room,” he said quickly, grabbing my wrist. “I’m not saying I was wrong about him, but I get what you see in him, I guess. A-A-And, I guess how he feels about you too? He’s still a dick and piece of shit a-a-and you deserve better but-”

“It’s okay Morty, I understand,” I assured him quickly. He looked relieved, waving as he headed for the bathroom. I went back into my room to find Rick stirring, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as he looked up at me.

“I was starting to think you were in a fucking coma, you know,” he yawned at me.

“I don’t know, something about almost dying just makes me really tired, not sure what that’s all about,” I shrugged sarcastically. “Speaking of which, we should probably talk about all of that.”

“Yeah, I get a little… dramatic when I drink. Sorry about that,” he groaned, standing up and stretching.

“Well, yeah. That was something else, but I’m talking about what happened when I got up on the platform,” I said cautiously, watching his face for a reaction.

“What about it? I don’t remember anything from that night? I probably just called you like, super pretty for five minutes,” he said defensively. “Did I say something fucked up? Morty was not happy with me after coming out of his.”

“N-No, not quite,” I chuckled. “No, it was more along the lines of you being worried I was going to leave you or whatever. You know that’s never going to happen, right? A lot of bad shit has happened since you’ve been back. I’ve been kidnapped, you killed my husband and maybe even my parents but you haven’t fucked up nearly as bad as you may think you have. I probably wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you.”

“Well, I mean, if that Rick was going to come kidnap you then you would probably just be stuck living on the Citadel and hella fucking confused,” Rick argued awkwardly.

“So not the point,” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. “Look, all I’m trying to say is you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. Effectively, you’re stuck with me.”

“Are you okay? With everything that happened?” he asked hesitantly. “Being with me, it’s not a normal life and it never will be.”

“Rick, not to sound cliche but my life has literally never been normal. As long as you bring me home now and then so I can see Madi, I could literally care less. Just don’t leave me, okay?”

“Nova, I told you already, I don’t think that’s possible,” he assured me. “Even that twenty minutes I left you with the Vindicators and Morty was hell. I tried to get back as soon as I could but by the time I got back, you guys were gone.”

“Look, I get it. I’m not going to say it was okay because it wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination but I get it,” I reasoned. “I was drunk and being a dick.”

“Welcome to the club, sweetheart,” Rick laughed, holding his flask up in solidarity. “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Oh, I hope not. Putting my neck on the line all the time is half the fun of being with you.”

“I love you too, brat.”

+Ch4: Every You, Every Me+

#rick and morty #rick x reader #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #Rick Sanchez/reader

[bing-of-the-squirrels]

Y'all seem to have fairly different interests. Are there activities you two bond through? Is there something one of you has been teaching the other?

🛹I tried to teach King how to skateboard, but since I’m- admittedly -not great at it, he didn’t do too well either,,,

🛹So instead I taught him about dancing.

🛹I told him that it’s an art that involves “sharing”; you share the moves, then put your own twist on it, and that’s how the art of dancing- freestyle and otherwise -evolves.

🛹He was shy about his dances at first, but he soon got into it and danced with me!

🛹For my personal interests? I love dance (albeit, unprofessionally), skateboarding, rollerblading- basically, physical activities, even if I’m not great at them. I also enjoy running this blog a lot!! I’m learning about so much and I’ve met some great people on here :’)

🦌*cough* @fromthedeskof-darkiplier @fromthedeskof-warfstache @yandereplier-official @commercial-break-down @blind-radio-waves fuckireallyhopei’mnotforgettinganyonei’msofuckingsorryifihave *cough*

🛹I also really fuckin love King, and I love being in his arms and kissing him and,,,, hhh I’m in love

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👑I taught Bing about nature’s magic, how to take care of the Earth in the important little ways, and how to take care of the squirrels!

👑His lesson about dance has stuck with me, and so when we danced together we shared our moves... It was lovely!

👑My personal interests include nature; squirrels; keeping my kingdom clean and healthy; and going to Bath & Bodyworks to smell the candles,,, I like the arts, too, but I enjoy doing the little things a lot!

👑I too have enjoyed meeting the people here and running this blog, and I love Bing so goshdang much :’)

👑He’s really sweet and gentle behind the scenes, and he loves being held... and I love to hold him :3

#🛹Bing #👑King #Anonymous #🦌Mun #Ask #Long post #🦌Fun fact: I learned about sharing in dancing from a professional dancer on Twitter #🦌Also to the Anon I’m really sorry it took so long to reply! I’ve been drafting this for days and kept forgetting I’m sorry

[ganymedesclock]

Now, all of that said, am I also sad about Narti? Absolutely! I’m just gonna shove all of my careful “this is not the end for her” meta off the table and say that from pure selfish feelings alone, I want her back. I want her to be okay. I may think that the writers are deliberately instilling these feelings in me but boy howdy are they succeeding.

Narti didn’t deserve that! It was awful! It is probably the only plot twist in VLD that I can say I genuinely hate and the only thing keeping me from being louder about that is I have to assume our writers have an actual good reason for it because they’ve had that for everything else they’ve done.

(you wonderful, beautiful salamander. sweet baby I want to give you the world. I don’t get like this about characters that often.)

If anything, half the reason why I’m so goshdanged salty about people using Narti’s fate as a stick to hit Lotor with isn’t because I somehow don’t think Lotor stabbed her, it’s that everybody seems to want to forget he did that because Haggar used Narti as a disposable spy against her will and Lotor by all accounts seems to have no idea that Narti didn’t betray him intentionally, because unlike Haggar, Lotor thinks about Narti as an autonomous person and not just a tool for his use.

(and then of course I’ve seen content acting like the surviving three generals are sad baby birds nesting under Haggar’s thoughtful wings or that oh she’s their mama now, like it’s not 70% Haggar’s fault that there’s only three of them and she has yet to show any particular remorse for her role in what happened to Narti. Yeah, Lotor did the actual stabbing but he’s also done the Actual Regret.)

And I’ve salted about this before, but it’s really not subtle how Narti comes up way more often in discussions of “Lotor is mean and evil” than she does in any discussion of her own qualities.

Like I’m really sorry I pick on the Blade of Marmora fandom that much- you guys are just minding your own business building hopeful things out of how most of your faves are dead and have maybe two lines to their name- but Regris is basically just a vague armored form with a cool tail and if people can make elaborate feats of speculation, shipping, and include him and flesh him out in various AUs and other fanworks, then what’s the deal where Narti who explicitly has a mysterious past fresh for delving theories and headcanons, cool spooky magic, a mysterious immortal cat buddy...

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Narti #I am begging you fandom please come play in this sandbox #Narti is so dang interesting.

[airris-fr]

Lair Review - VioletChachki

@violetchachki-fr​ OH NO I LOVE EVERYONE

WHY DO I LIKE THIS DRAGON?? IT HAS ALL OF THE THINGS I DO NOT LIKE AND ZERO OF THE THINGS I LIKE, SO HOW YOU DO THAT???? alSO WTF THAT’S A GEN ONE HOLY SHIT CHACHI

oH NO I love her!!! what a sweet lady ;w; I love the rainbow undertones of maize iri and I love that she is absolutely draped in riches but sounds like she would give it all up in half a second for the good of her people, yaknow?? what a wonderful, wonderful clan leader you have!!

your renaissance painting dragon!!!! I love him so much, I think about him every single time I see your avatar and he fills my heart with abSOLUTE JOY

I’m???? gonna cry holy shit chACHI you made the most perfect, sweetest lady!!! you did!! everyone go look at her bio and feel your problems melt away

dassa gen 1!!! I am?? would look better with wind eyes (I’m not biased or anything what are you talking about) but I can forgive it bc gEN ONE (prismatic silks are so good I need to get some of those idk who I’m gonna put them on but I’ll figure it out)

he looks like a smoothie and I love him

I remember this boy!!!! you posted about him looking A++ with ice, shadow and water fest apparel and you’RE GOSHDANG RIGHT HOLY WOW LOOK AT THAT

HER ART MADE ME WEEP TEARS OF JOY, THAT IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN

his art is also so good??? you’re killing mE okay!!

I see you covering up those plague eyes and that is sO CLEVER

I feel like he could throw down with Zeus and win so he’s an automatic fav, kick his ass, love!!!

BUTTERFLIES!!! they pop so well!! especially with the silks matching the dragon so well, it all pulls together really well and draws your eye!!

I’m in actual??? shock?? love??? confusion?? right now because how the hECK IS THIS DRAGON NOT STAINED

You”RE TELLING ME PEACH PIN/TRAIL LOOKS LIKE THAT AND NO ONE TOLD ME??? SHAME ON YOU ALL

eta: literally matches the color of the sunrise out my window right now that is SO RAD OH MY GOD

the familiar matching here is GOD TIER wow!!!! what a good job this makes me so happy familiar matching is so goooooood woW!!

remake of little red riding hood where she could deFINITELY kick my ass and I would 100000000% thank her for it, I don’t even know why I get those vibes bc it’s not like she is wearing armor or anything maybe I just Feel That Way about female nocturnes??

...

I want to smooch her

overall: 10/10 LAIR TOO GOOD

#airris reviews

[sapphireclaw]

Let Me Make it Up to You (Chapter 2)

Back at it again with this goshdang fic. It’s illustrated now because I love to suffer! Also ft. this song because I am a sucker for Adam Young and also it’s a love song about ghosts. What’s not to love?

once again, this was inspired by a post by @ectoimp which can be found here.

click here to read the first chapter.

It didn't take long for Lewis to 'wake up.' Only a few hours later, his body reformed from his anchor and he felt much better. He marveled at how quickly he regenerated for a moment. Usually it took up to six hours, sometimes more when he felt particularly drained like he did earlier, but this time he was only in his anchor for somewhere around three hours.

Lewis phased out of his coffin and asked a passing deadbeat what time it was. The little pink ghost mimed a clock's hands with its stubby arms, showing that it was approximately four o' clock. Lewis nodded to the ghost to dismiss it, but the deadbeat tapped his shoulder after he turned away.

"What is it?" He asked. The little ghost hid one arm behind its back and reshaped its antenna-like head protrusion into a familiar split cowlick. "Arthur? Something's wrong with Arthur?" Lewis questioned, alarmed. The deadbeat shook its head and mimed sleep before it shook its head again. "He's awake?" The deadbeat chirped happily and nodded.

Lewis thanked the little ghost and hurriedly floated up through the floors. Why was Arthur awake at four in the morning? Did he even sleep at all? Lewis worried for the blond's health. Arthur was usually so energetic, and with him on the road and running on only a few hours of sleep, he was bound to crash at some point. Probably behind the wheel of the van, with his luck.

Lewis arrived at Arthur's room and phased right into it without knocking. Sure enough, the blond was awake, sitting on the bed with his laptop in his lap. Lewis had thought the bags under his eyes couldn't get any darker, but they did.

"Arthur!" Lewis exclaimed.

The blond shrieked shrilly and practically threw the laptop at the trespassing ghost. "HOLY SHIT DON'T KILL ME!" He screamed.

Lewis easily caught the laptop before it could crash into him or the floor and instantly felt guilty for scaring Arthur, but he just couldn't help it. It was one of his ghostly quirks. Now, however, he wished he didn't have it. Arthur was panting and clutching his chest with his flesh hand, wide eyes wild and trained on the ghost in his room.

Lewis raised his hands in surrender and floated closer to the bed. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, but you shouldn't be up! What are you even doing? You should be sleeping!" The ghost grabbed the comforter from the mattress and flipped it over Arthur's head. "Go to bed."

Arthur's fear and confusion gave way to anger. He shoved the blanket off and yanked his laptop out of Lewis's hand. "None of your business." He mumbled. He looked annoyed and defensive, but most of all he just looked tired. Arthur stubbornly opened his laptop again. "I don't know why you're so concerned. I don't sleep much nowadays and I'm perfectly fine."

Lewis would have raised an eyebrow if he had them, but he settled for floating over Arthur's shoulder to catch a glimpse of what he was doing on his laptop. The blond was quick to shut it and glare at the snooping specter, but Lewis had already seen what was on the screen. It was a word document, mostly blank, simply titled 'nightmare' and the day's date. The only word on the document was 'green.'

It was then that Lewis realized exactly why Arthur was awake and he wanted to bash his skull into a wall. He should have seen this sooner. Arthur was having nightmares. He was somewhat prone to them back when Lewis was alive, but he only had bad ones once or twice a week. Now, however, Arthur had the buried memory of that night in the cave under his belt. Lewis wondered what he saw. His best friend's death, or the loss of his arm? Lewis didn't think he wanted to know. What he did want was to hug Arthur. He wanted to tell him that everything was okay, but he couldn't. It hurt to watch his friend suffer, unable to comfort him.

"Nightmares, huh?" The ghost said awkwardly, fingers twitching where they rested on the bed next to Arthur's hand. He wanted to touch the blond. Hold his hand. Do something.

Arthur hunched his shoulders and drew his arms close to himself defensively, an angry and embarrassed flush on his face. "So what? I get nightmares, no big deal. I don't remember what they're about when I wake up, anyway." Arthur looked disappointed as he said those last few words, staring down at his laptop sadly. "I wish I did..."

He knew he was dreaming about what happened that night, Lewis realized. Arthur was trying to remember by writing down what he saw before it left him. It was obvious that despite all these months since the incident, Arthur hadn't learned anything important from his nightmares. Lewis wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or sympathetic.

He did know one thing, though. Arthur had to sleep. There were only a couple hours of darkness left, but Lewis could easily make the room perfectly dark after it was light out. Arthur needed at least four more hours of sleep, but he was likely to have another nightmare in that time. Lewis searched his mind for something he could do, and soon came up with an idea.

Back when he was alive, he would sing Arthur back to sleep when he had a nightmare. The three of them sleeping together in the van or a motel always helped keep the dreams at bay, but sometimes one slipped through. Lewis was always there to help him get back to sleep. Vivi, too. Obviously he couldn't do that now, but he could offer the next best thing.

"You know..." Lewis started. Arthur turned to look at the ghost sitting beside him. "The Deadbeats love to sing. I'll bet if you ask them nicely, they'll sing you to sleep. They would probably sing to you the whole night if you wanted them to."

Arthur looked thoughtful, and a bit embarrassed. "I'll, uh... keep that in mind." He stared at Lewis for a moment longer, brows furrowed and expression confused as if he were trying to figure out what the ghost was thinking just by looking at him. Finally, he gave a little smile and shrugged. "Vivi was right. You really are something. You have to be the strangest ghost I've ever met, but... I'm glad for it. Thank you- er, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Arthur looked even more embarrassed now.

Lewis internally panicked. What was he supposed to say?! "Ah... I- um... I don't remember my name." He managed to say. "J-Just call me whatever you like." Lewis retreated from the room after that with a quick, "Sleep. Please. Or I'll hide your laptop," said over his shoulder

He didn't notice the searching look in Arthur's eyes as he watched the ghost leave.

Once he was out of the room, Lewis quickly asked a couple Deadbeats to go in to both keep an eye on Arthur and to offer their talents. The little ghosts were ecstatic to have the opportunity to sing for someone, and happily phased through the door and into the blond's room.

Lewis stood there for a few minutes. Soon, the soft sound of music filtered through the door, followed by quiet singing.

"I saw a ghost on the stairs,

And sheets on the tables and chairs,

The silverware swam with the sharks in the sink,

Even so, I don't know what to think."

Lewis quietly chuckled to himself. It was ironic that Arthur would choose that song, but it was a good one to fall asleep to. Sweet with just a touch of melancholy. He remembered singing it to Arthur a few times before. Lewis felt a little spike of pain in his heart. How he wished to be the one singing to Arthur. It was an odd feeling, considering the fact that he was completely prepared to kill Arthur just the day before. Now, though, that rage was gone. Love and guilt filled the space in his heart where it once resided. Bittersweet.

Lewis reluctantly floated away from Arthur's door to check on Vivi. In a few hours, he'd start making breakfast. He was excited to cook for someone again, even if he couldn't eat what he made himself. It was nice to do something for his friends. Lewis sang quietly to himself as he floated through the halls of his home.

"I've been longing for,

Daisies to push through the floor,

And I wish that plant life would grow all around me,

So I won't feel dead anymore."

A few Deadbeats heard his song and appeared at his side, humming along. Lewis gave the little ghosts an affectionate pat. He didn't know what to do for the next four hours besides cook. When he was alive and had time to kill, he would clean, but the mansion was always spotless upon creation. He supposed he could see what he had to cook for breakfast. He hoped Vivi didn't eat all the food he had stocked up. The only reason he had it was for when he killed Arthur to 'protect' her and take her in.

Lewis winced at the memory and stopped singing. He felt so foolish, to think that Arthur willingly murdered him. He had put so much thought and planning into his scheme to kill the poor man to protect Vivi, yet Lewis didn't spare much thought on reviewing the actual events of his death. He just hoped he wasn't too late to mend their friendship.

Lewis shook himself out of his dark thoughts. There was no use in wondering, all he could do was try to make up for what he did. Starting with an amazing breakfast for his two friends.

He floated across the main hall and into the kitchen located under the arch of the left staircase that branched off of the main one. The kitchen was big, identical to the one back in Pepper Paradiso, with plenty of counter space and a large stove.

Lewis opened the fridge located next to the stove and scanned its contents. Vivi and Mystery had wasted a lot of food when they made those sandwiches the day before. He would know, he felt every piece of meat, cheese, lettuce, and bread pelt him as he flew into them.

Lewis groaned. He'd spent the last of the money he took from his corpse on that food. He refused to steal, and instead tried to make himself look normal and buy groceries for Vivi on his own. His disguise just didn't work. If he didn't concentrate at all times, his 'skin' would become transparent and show his skull underneath, and he couldn't figure out how to change his black suit into something more casual. Most alarming, his eyes were larger than they should have been, more like the sockets on his skull face. Not to mention the fact that they were pitch black. The only reason he was able to get the food in the first place was because he threw the money at the screaming grocery store cashier and ran away.

Lewis really didn't want to do that again.

Sighing, Lewis closed the fridge and left the kitchen. He couldn't start cooking right then, anyways. It was at least four hours, he hoped, until his friends would wake up. He wanted them to sleep longer, particularly Arthur, but Lewis knew that they didn't like to stay still for long. It was one of the things he loved so much about his friends.

Smiling internally, Lewis glided through the mansion, searching for something to do. He eventually decided to retreat to his 'room' and do some remodeling. There was no reason for it to continue to be dark and scary anymore. When Lewis was done renovating, the room was smaller and looked more like a bedroom than a crypt, but with a coffin. Lewis debated on whether or not to get rid of the coffin too, but decided against it. He was still a ghost, and the coffin was fitting. Lewis was allowed to be dramatic. It was just who he was.

The room still lacked that lived-in feel, though. Lewis chuckled a little to himself. Maybe lived in wasn't the best word. Even so, there were no personal items in the room at all. It was nothing like his bedroom in the apartment he and his friends rented back in Tempo. There were no alpaca plushies, or Sailor Moon posters. Lewis wondered what happened to that stuff after he died. He hoped they didn't get thrown away. He remembered that he kept some of his belongings in the van. Maybe they were still there?

A few minutes later found Lewis ransacking the van for his stuff. At first he didn't find anything. His box of things wasn't where it was supposed to be. In its place was a plastic tote of what looked like spare parts for Arthur's prosthetic. After he moved that, however, he found a small cardboard box, shoved as close to the van wall as it could be, completely out of sight.

The ghost dragged the box out and studied it. It looked like a shoebox with an old, worn label that Lewis couldn't make out. It was light, and he couldn't hear anything bounce around when he shook it, but Lewis was still curious about its contents. It was obviously hidden for a reason, most likely by Arthur. So, without wasting a moment longer, Lewis opened the box.

Lewis stared for a moment, confused. He pulled out a medium sized, well-loved Alpaca plush with soft lavender fur that barely fit in the box and held it in his hand. It was one of his favorite stuffed animals. He'd had it since he was a little kid. It was always on the shelf above his bed back at the apartment, never in the van. Lewis realized that Arthur must've taken it out of his room and put it here. Why?

Lewis returned his attention to the box, where a piece of purple cloth lay bunched in one corner. The ghost carefully sat the stuffed animal in his lap and reached into the box to pull out the cloth. He was surprised to find that It was one of his ascots. He owned a lot of them, but most were his favorite shade of purple. The one in the box was one such ascot, but it was rumpled and had what looked like oil stains in a few spots.

Lewis stared at the two items in confusion. Why would Arthur have these hidden in the van? Well, if Vivi saw them, she would surely ask questions that Arthur didn't want to answer again, Lewis surmised. If that was the case, why keep them in the van at all?

Upon closer inspection, Lewis noticed a few blond hairs stuck in the material of the alpaca's fur. With a pang of sadness, Lewis realized why Arthur kept the two items in the van. They were for comfort. Arthur likely tied the ascot around his own neck, or maybe his wrist, if the oil stains meant anything. It wasn't hard to believe that the blond would cuddle with the plush when he missed his best friend. Arthur was the one to give him the alpaca all those years ago, after all. It was important to both of them.

Feeling both touched and sad, Lewis collected his two belongings and left the van, sure to put everything back the way he found it. The ghost slowly made his way back to the crypt, and lovingly placed the stuffed animal on a conjured shelf right next to his coffin. The ascot he neatly folded up and slipped into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

Somewhat satisfied with the crypt for now, Lewis returned to the upper floor and found, much to his dismay, that it was only five thirty. He'd never had such a problem with time before. Days always seemed to blur by when he spent them stewing in hatred. Now, he seemed to have greater awareness of... everything, really. All he could think about before was exacting his revenge and getting Vivi back.

Now Lewis was bored out of his mind. He searched and searched for something to do, when he heard the quiet singing of a passing deadbeat. Music! He hadn't written a song since he died! He could probably conjure a copy of his trusty violin and some blank manuscript paper. Hopefully the paper wouldn't vanish forever when he deconstructed the house.

It took a few tries, but Lewis was able to create a working violin. The paper was easy to make, but now that he had everything he needed, he was stumped on what to do next. What kind of song did he want to write? He wanted it to be happy and bright. Then, Lewis remembered that he already had an unfinished song he'd started a few months before the cave fiasco. It had been coming together nicely, a sweet little song of love. It wasn't even for Vivi, specifically. It was for both his friends.

Lewis smiled to himself and tried to call up the manuscript for the song, and was pleased when he was able to conjure a perfect copy. The ghost gathered up the papers and his violin and sped off to find a secluded room where he could work without worry of waking his guests. He knew the manor like the back of his hand, so it didn't take long to find one such room. Once he was there and ready to play, he ran into a small roadblock. He had no chin or neck to rest the violin against. It took a few minutes of fiddling and altering to figure out, but Lewis was able to hold the violin just under his jaw. It was awkward, but he was determined to make it work. With no further delay, Lewis happily began.

As he fell into the familiar routine of tuning his instrument and testing out what notes fit best, a pleasant warmth began to bloom in his chest. It wasn't like the blistering heat from the fire of rage that used to drive him. This was a soft and controlled flame that made him feel warm all over. He was happy, the happiest he'd been since he died. It made him feel more alive somehow.

As Lewis played, he didn't notice the colors of the manor become brighter, and the dim halls become less dark and foreboding. He didn't notice the gaggle of happy Deadbeats that joined him in his song. He didn't even notice the deep crack in his dull anchor recede just a little, and its color brighten to an almost turquoise glow.

Lewis let himself get lost in his music, twirling to and fro gracefully. All else fell away. It felt so good to let everything go and just enjoy himself. He'd almost forgotten how playing felt. He didn't realize how much he missed it until he relearned what he was without. It seemed he was rediscovering a lot of things in the past several hectic hours. It was confusing, and he still had some conflicting feelings, mostly about Arthur, but even those were beginning to fade away. Despite the confusion, despite the sudden changes, despite the guilt, Lewis knew that what was happening was good. It was good for him, and it was good for his friends.

The ghost worked on his joyful, lilting melody for what felt like mere minutes, but must've been hours, because one of the Deadbeats tapped him on his shoulder. Lewis was startled out of his concentration and lowered his violin to look at the little ghost questioningly. The Deadbeat trilled and flew over to a shuttered window that definitely wasn't there a minute ago, and flipped up the cover. It was bright and sunny outside.

"Oh, dear." Lewis said as he flew over to the window and checked the position of the sun. It looked to be around seven or eight o' clock, give or take. He wasn't very good at telling time that way. "I'd better get to making breakfast before the others get up."

Lewis hurried to the kitchen. He felt sad to leave behind the pure joy he felt in that room, but he reminded himself that he enjoyed cooking just as much as he enjoyed playing his violin. Even though Vivi usually made dinner when they were home, Lewis's cooking was saved for special occasions when they could splurge on the more expensive ingredients he was used to working with. He loved what he did. It was just another thing he needed to rediscover.

However, as Lewis opened the fridge to gather ingredients, he hesitated. It had nearly been a year since he last cooked. Lewis was worried he wouldn't be able to even do it anymore, considering his sense of smell and taste were non-existent. All of his senses other than hearing, sight, and touch to some extent, were dulled to a shadow of what they used to be when he was alive.

Lewis shook off those thoughts and rekindled his determination. He had to be optimistic. This wasn't for him. This was for his friends. Even if he couldn't smell or taste what he was making, he would do his best, and that was all that mattered. Hopefully the end result was palatable.

The ghost didn't have much to work with, only a carton of eggs, a gallon of milk, raw bacon, a whole ham, and some vegetables. Things that Vivi couldn't or wouldn't put in a sandwich, obviously. Though she probably would have tried anyways. She got food poisoning on more than one occasion from experimenting with meals.

Lewis considered what was left in the fridge and ran through his arsenal of recipes for something suitable. Omelettes came to mind. Or maybe a breakfast quiche. Arthur didn't much care for most quiches, though, despite enjoying other foods with the same ingredients. Arthur wasn't a picky eater, though Lewis questioned his friend's palate sometimes when it came to a certain favorite pizza, but even he had some dislikes.

Lewis pulled out the carton of eggs, cherry tomatoes, a bag of spinach, the bacon, and a half-empty bag of shredded cheese. He noticed with some amusement and slight disgust that he was down two sticks of butter. Who put butter in a sandwich? Vivi and Mystery, apparently.

Lewis deposited the ingredients onto a counter where he could work and ran through the recipe in his head. As he began preparations, Lewis quickly found himself falling back into routine. All of his previous worries left him, and he worked with confidence as soon as he started.

It felt just as natural to simply create the utensils he needed as it was to use them. It was just like what he felt when he played his violin. As Lewis chopped the spinach with practiced hands, he felt everything come back to him. The joy of cooking he'd completely forgotten about in his previous rage now filled him with warmth and contentment.

Lewis prepared the spinach and tomatoes with ease before moving on to cooking the bacon. He cut up a few strips and put them in a skillet. He paused above the stove, and eyed the burners. Curious, he decided against using them and instead simply held the bottom of the skillet and let his hand ignite with spectral fire. Lewis laughed when the bacon began to sizzle. He was his own personal stove. He couldn't stay like that long, though, because he needed two hands to beat eggs, so he lit one of the burners and let the bacon finish cooking there.

While he waited, Lewis cracked eight eggs into a bowl and whisked them. It was at this point that the ghost began to hum, which in turn attracted a pair of wandering Deadbeats. The little specters curiously watched their keeper cook, as they'd never seen him do it before.

Lewis paused in his humming and said, "can one of you grab me the salt and pepper shakers?"

The smallest Deadbeat of the two happily did as asked. Lewis was bemused to find that he now had a sack of flower sitting on his countertop. He stopped beating the eggs for a moment, took the bacon off the stove, deposited the meat onto a plate and poured the grease into a bowl before he addressed his charges.

"You guys don't remember what salt and pepper is?" He asked them. The Deadbeats shook their heads in reply. Lewis smiled sadly. "I guess it makes sense. Most of you were almost faded away by the time you found me." He sighed. Lewis rolled up his suit sleeves and turned to the gaggle of ghosts floating in his kitchen. "I guess I'll just have to teach you. I could use some help around the kitchen." The Deadbeats looked absolutely thrilled and immediately began to sing and twirl around the room. Lewis knew that he would regret this decision later.

With Lewis attempting and failing to instruct and command the little ghosts, the simple task of making breakfast became a whirlwind of flour fights. While Lewis quickly put a stop to the fight by telling them to sing a song to direct their boundless energy elsewhere, the mess still remained.

They were happy to sing, and chose the song that was sung to Arthur. It was odd how the Deadbeats seemed to have a hive mind when it came to music. If Lewis knew a song, so did each and every Deadbeat, and if one was singing, the others knew and would begin singing the same song even if they were on the other side of the mansion. While the ghosts sang happily, Lewis quickly cleaned the kitchen. He just couldn't stand cooking in a mess.

It didn't take Lewis long to clean, and went right back to work on breakfast with his Deadbeats when they began the next verse. It seemed now that they had a second outlet for their energy, the little ghosts were much easier to direct. Lewis put one to work on preheating the oven, while he explained everything he was doing to the other, knowing that if he taught one, the rest would know.

"See, salt is a seasoning, and pepper is a spice. Technically spices are also seasonings, but salt isn't a spice. Anyway, with seasonings, especially spices, you only put in a little, unless you're trying to make something spicy. Get it?" Lewis looked up from his pepper shaker and bowl of eggs at the Deadbeat to see if it was listening. The poor thing looked confused. Lewis chuckled and put away the pepper. "You know what? Disregard all that. Just remember that when you're helping me make food for Arthur, don't use a lot of pepper. Arthur can't handle anything spicy." The Deadbeat seemed to understand that, and nodded excitedly.

Lewis beamed proudly at the ghost before returning to the bowl of eggs and explained the recipe to it. He was just about to add some of the leftover bacon grease to the eggs when he felt something tap his shoulder. Lewis just barely stopped himself from dropping the bowl in surprise and turned around quickly. He saw the other Deadbeat floating behind him.

"What is it?" He asked. Then, he noticed the lack of music. "Why'd you stop singing?" The Deadbeat cooed and tapped Lewis on the forehead. "You want me to sing with you?" The Deadbeat nodded excitedly and let out a happy trill. Lewis smiled internally. His little charges always seemed to enjoy themselves most when their keeper sang with them.

Lewis chuckled and finished adding the grease to the eggs and mixed them. "Alright. You guys must really like this song. Where were we?" The ghosts began to sing once more, and Lewis chimed in. His deep baritone melded well with the Deadbeats' higher voices. His heart pulsed to the beat, a tiny crack just barely visible against its happy yellow glow.

"I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest," Lewis sang joyfully, swaying from side to side as he whisked the mixture in the bowl. "Someone grab me those sauté pans." He said between lines, gesturing to the mentioned pans that hung above the stove.

"The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time,"

Lewis accepted the pan and poured half the contents of the bowl into each. He didn't bother with the stove and simply used his spectral fire again. He rested a pan on each of his flaming palms and carefully danced around the kitchen with the singing ghosts.

"A quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus,"

Lewis felt light and warm, as if he were a spark drifting up from a fire. He'd missed this. Missed feeling so free. He didn't realize how stifling and restraining his rage was until he let it go. If he could still enjoy things like music and cooking and the company of his friends... maybe being a ghost wasn't so bad. It wasn't great, but he could live with it. He felt more alive than he did before.

"If I were to pluck on your heartstrings, would you strum on mine?"

Lewis returned to the counter with the pans and spread cheese, bacon, spinach, and shredded cheese liberally over the half-cooked sheets of egg. He conjured a spatula and folded the omelettes in half. Both pans went into the oven.

As Lewis closed the oven door, he took a step back and beamed down at the two Deadbeats excitedly watching the omelettes cook through the glass. He felt proud of himself. He didn't need to taste or smell anything. He just needed to rely on his instincts and visual cues, and he could cook just as he used to.

"You've still got it, Lewis Pepper." He declared.

Then, the tiniest of gasps from behind him made all of Lewis's elation and warmth leave him in a rush. The ghost spun around and froze at the sight he was met with. There, in the doorway of the kitchen, stood Arthur.

"...Lewis?" The blond whispered.

#mystery skulls animated #Mystery skulls #msa #msa fanfic #msa fic #sapphireclaw #good!lewis #msa AU #long post

[riessene]

30 Day Watcher Challenge

DAY 7 | STATS&CLASS

Give us a rundown of those sweet, sweet base stats. Do they line up with how you envision your watcher from a roleplay standpoint, or are they more gameplay based? Do they line up with your watcher’s race and class? How did they begin training in their chosen class? (Bonus! Will they be multi-classing in Deadfire?)

So I have three pics of lvl 11 Niye stats:

Basic - With gear - With gear and barbarian Frenzy in a fight

i should really invest more in Int since my goshdang AOE attack depends on it but i haven’t done WM yet so there might be something to help with that.

They are for gameplay rather than roleplay but Niye is decently intelligent but a bit of a dumbass by choice. And he IS very strong in canon so there’s that.

I hc frenzy is something less of a classic fantasy barbarian Rage and more like a bullet-time state of mind where he hyperfocuses on his enemies and is unable to feel any pain or impact.

I’m absolutely going to multiclass in Deadfire!! I’m thinking Cipher but I’ll look at what synergizes with Barbarian best since it has unexpectedly became my FAVE class.

#30daywatcherchallenge #pillars of eternity #watcher #niye #me being OP? its more likely than you think

[chocochipbiscuit]

I live!!!!

Holy crappola, the past few weeks were intense. We ended up without Internet for longer than expected, and my work was super-busy. I fully expect the super-business to continue until after Christmas (because hi hello guess who’s covering Thursday through the holiday graveyard!) after which it’ll go to a different kind of business. But at least I’ll be online more. :P

More deets under the read-more, pew pew. Including some stuff about being sick (emetophobia warning) and friendly racism with the in-laws!

The move was exhausting, as expected, but at least everything is unpacked. Still need to get a couch for entertaining people, I want to sort out the kitchen a bit more (like put in pantry-liners, which I had wanted to do BEFORE we started unpacking but he didn’t find any and I couldn’t go without cooking for two goshdang weeks), and we have a lot of recycling and things to put out because apparently recycling here is only every other week, even though trash is weekly? Eh, weirdness.

The puppies have adjusted to the move, and I was violently ill for a bit because I managed to get a triple-whammy of pink eye, stomach flu, and sore throat! Also resulting in me calling sick for the first time in all of the three years I’ve worked there. (Maybe all six years including the time I spent as an intern?) Nothing convinces coworkers of illness like going, “Are there more people in the lobby? No? Good. I’m gonna go be violently ill now!!!!” and then vomiting in the toilet.

(My coworker originally asked if I was joking since apparently I still manage my professional cheery face even when ill! I had to announce “unfortunately not” before scuttling off to the restroom. But eh, I made it to the restroom at least. And then still finished my shift because honestly who’d be able to cover if I left at 3am? At least it didn’t get too bad until I got home. Which either says admirable things about my work ethic or terrible things about capitalism, depending on who��s telling the story!)

I felt pretty bad about not being able to help unpack things, but considering that even folding laundry put me down for a four hour nap (seriously, I spent more time sleeping than awake), the SO just tucked me in and fed me tea and chicken soup for a few days.

We made Christmas cookies with my mother-in-law the other day, which was really nice. It’s not a tradition I grew up with, but it was a lot of fun. I spent most of my time mixing the batters while my mother and brother-in-law shaped the dough and took things in and out of the oven. We made snowballs (or Russian tea cakes? my mom and dad always called them butter cookies, which are very similar except for the powdered sugar), peanut butter blossoms, and pecan tarts. I also have dough for jam jewels, butterscotch pecan, and sugar cookies sitting in my fridge right now since we didn’t finish baking all of them.

The only downside is that my mother-in-law is a really, really sweet and well-meaning white lady who just. Simply doesn’t get why talking about how racist the South ‘used’ to be or how she just loved Loving or how she once knew this Black/Japanese interracial couple who dealt with horrible things back in the 70s or how this lady’s sister was murdered because ‘you know they just didn’t like non-whites back then!’ is not exactly light-hearted warm “haha look how far this country has come, right???” conversation, especially not when talking to someone who is a child of an interracial marriage and is in fact, in such a marriage.

(Fun fact! I took the coward’s way out and just bit my tongue and stared in the mixing bowl and while these moments are infrequent they happen just often enough that I should really start preparing a script for this. In the meantime, Mash-Up Americans is helping me through.)

I try to take solace in the fact that she is still a generally very considerate and caring person, she’s one of the people least likely to get violent or aggressive if I talk things out with her, but blegh. Sometimes I take a look at her compared to her mother and like goddang. I can at least recognize that she came a long way.

(For the record, this is me venting. I am not anticipating or expecting solutions or sample scripts, just screaming to get it off my chest with someone besides my SO, who yes, acknowledged the Very Weird going on but also didn’t say anything at the time because sometimes you just hope if you let it pass then the Weird will exhaust itself and the other person will take the silent hint that this is not a fruitful path of conversation!)

On a lighter note, I spent some time putting together Christmas packages and cards, plus had a 2 hour phone call with my parents. My personal highlight was my dad asking if I knew what fanfiction was and me having to take a few mental beats before replying that yes, I am familiar. (For the record, it was in context of different takes on the Bible and religious texts.) It’s funny to think about how my relationship with them has changed as I got older, and how now it’s easier to see them as people outside their ‘roles’ as Mom and Dad. It’s not always easy or stress-free, but it’s very rewarding.

Just. Exhausting. :P Bubbly and cheery as I can be, I’m an introvert and need my recharging time. I haven’t even turned on my laptop until now. I’ve read a lot of fanfic off my Kindle, written a lot of notes in my notebook, but it’s mostly brain-spaghetti that will take me a while to catch up on.

Speaking of catching up, have you seen Black Emporium? So much rarepair goodness! I was in the middle of a recs post that probably won’t get posted until after New Year’s, but check it out. :) 

Plus I wrote things!

Rough Translation: Hardaar fic, because gdi I will make F!Adaar/Harding a portmanteau if I want to! Size difference and some feverish speculation on the relative size of strawberries.

Another Wonder of Thedas: Alistair/Zevran consentacle goodness, and ideally will ruin blackberry jam for you forever!

Open Doors: A five times fic for Aveline/Isabela, for all the times that Isabela’s showed up on Aveline’s door at the arse-end of midnight.

I’ve got some other things on the bubble, but that’s pretty much constant for me. The things that have been really exciting me lately (at least in my notebook) are:

Secret Samol: a FatT exchange, no more details until it goes live but I am excited! :)

@acc0rdion got me back into my Borderlands feels and just how much I love Athena/Janey. Jathena is a good ship name and I love them and I have feels for them!!!!

all the consentacles in Black Emporium got me thinking about Leliana/Morrigan again, and like. Yes it is very much a smut prompt but I also have complicated feelings about their relationship and motherhood and just how they spend their time between Origins and Inquisition. It’s weird and thinky and I love them but dunno if that’ll actually get written anytime soon.

original mermaid femslash, which is also weird and cerebral in many ways but it’s stuck with me long enough that I might take a run at writing a second draft

I would like to do another ‘year in review’ type of thing for my fics and fandom goals for next year, but I’m still collecting my thoughts on that. The blush prompts from the past few years were also really fun, but I don’t know if I’ll do that this year just because even though I love prompts, it’s not like I have a shortage of ideas. I already know that a) most of my ships are rarepairs, and b) some of the ships I have such specific takes on the characters and canon that even if ships already exist, I want my take to exist too, if that makes sense?

OH BOY this was long and rambling but hi everybody, hope you’re doing well! What’s new in your lives?

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the garrison | arthur shelby/nurse!reader

@yjrevolution wanted arthur and his nurse and i wanted arthur to be goshdang happy so here is what i made

You double checked the letter one last time, comparing the scrawl on the page to the careful lettering on the side of the building. You knew it was the right place. You’d already checked and double checked, and triple checked. But just one last time.

Pushing through the doors you realised it was even warmer than it was outside, even with the fires pouring out onto the street. The close air of the pub met against your skin and made it prickle. It was louder in here too, another feat, given the banging and ringing from the furnaces. You made your way over to the bar, scowling at men as they knocked shoulders with you.

“Hey! ‘Scuse me?”

“I’ll be with you in a minute”

You sighed, leaning your forearms on the bar, clasping the letter between your hands. The atmosphere in here was making your head spin and you flicked your eyes around.

“Sorry, it’s busy tonight”

“I noticed. I’m looking for someone – Arthur Shelby? He mentioned this place and I-“

“What do you want with Arthur?”

You looked back over your shoulder to the man’s voice, eyebrow quirked at the interruption.

“What you doing listening to someone else’s conversation?”

“It’s a public place. One we own. So, answer the question”

“…Tommy…and John”

He looked up from his lighter as you pointed at the men in turn.

“You’re Tommy, right? His little brother?”

He pocketed the lighter again, using his now free hand to pull the cig from his mouth.

“Yeah, he said you were the narky one. Here”

You held out the letter and crossed your arms while you waited for him to scan it.

“You’re the nurse?”

“Aww, he talks about me. That’s sweet. Is he here?”

“No”

He held the letter back out and you waited for him to elaborate. When he didn’t you rolled your eyes, snapping it from his fingers.

“Well, thanks for being so helpful, Thomas”

“He’s at home”

He signalled a guy over through the crowd.

“See her to the house”

You fidgeted, swaying in place a little.

“Oh, well. Thanks for the help. Thomas”

He nodded and turned, letting John shut the door behind him.

-

You marched over to where on of the guys they’d brought in last night was tussling with the attendant. You’d heard the muffled shouts halfway down the corridor and steeled yourself for another fighter.

“Good morning, soldier”

He stilled immediately, turning to you, breathing heavy. You quirked an eyebrow at him, interlacing your hands behind you.

“Are you going to lie down of your own accord or do I need to ask Johnson to punch you spark out?”

The man let go of the attendant and you nodded for him to leave, moving around the bed.

“You’re disturbing the other patients. Lie back”

“Where the fuck am I?”

You didn’t reply, fluffing the pillows up behind him so that if he wouldn’t lie back down, at least he could sit without straining his stitches.

“I said-“

“Oh, I heard. You were quite audible” You tapped his forehead “Lie back before I punch you in the gut”

He looked you up and down, huffing, but responding.

“There, isn’t that better? Well, at least we know your ears still do work. That’s good. I wasn’t sure for a minute there”

He set his jaw, refusing to look at you. You smirked to yourself a little, perching on the edge of the bed.

“You’re at a hospital at a base on Lemnos”

“Fuck’s Lemnos?”

“Greece, Mr…”

You rose to check the hastily written tag attached to his bedframe. There were 20 new men in this hut alone and keeping track of who was who when they were in and out all the time was taking up too much of your time.

“Shelby”

You sat back, looking him over. He looked exhausted even though he’d been asleep for almost a day. He’d woken briefly in the night, muttering and sputtering, and you’d wiped his face with a cool cloth and shushed him back to sleep. He’d been delirious with the dehydration and the shock of the wound and proposed to you twice over that time, when he hadn’t been crying.

“I was at Gallipoli”

“Yes, you were shot. Not too badly, if they’d got you’re here soon enough you’d probably be back out by now but it took them so long to ship you out here I’m afraid you weren’t in the best shape. You’ll need a while to recuperate”

“They’re not gonna put me on a ship? I don’t wanna die on one of those fucking ships”

“You’re staying right here on the ground for now. We’re headed for Malta in a few days”

He looked away again, shaking his head and getting agitated.

“I’m not dying on one of them fucking ships”

“You won’t be on a floating hospital, it’s a transport.

This is the Australians’ base and while they’re being entirely lovely in hosting us, we really are supposed to take British lads back to Malta.

You’re stable, you just need to rest, and since your unit is being cycled out anyway, you’re coming with me Mr Shelby. No arguments. I’ll be by your side whenever you need me to be”

You watched as his eyes darted about. You could see he wasn’t dealing well. Not that many of the guys here were.

“Mr Shelby-”

“Arthur. Mr Shelby’s my dad. Though…he’s called Arthur too, so…”

You smiled at him, and he laughed a little at the way you raised your eyebrows, trying to hold in your laughter.

“Yeah…I’m an idiot”

“Oh no, I don’t believe that”

“No?”

“No”

“And why’s that?”

“An idiot would have carried on arguing with me. You listened, Mr Arthur Shelby but-not-that-one”

You stood, filling a glass with water and handing it to him.

“You listening makes me think you are in fact, pretty fucking smart”

You smirked as you walked away, going to check on another soldier.

Mr Arthur Shelby. Might need to remember that name.

-

You were glad to be out of the pub and walking back down the half-empty streets. The terraces lined your way like trenches but at least there was space and air out here. The guy Tommy had sent to escort you hadn’t spoken a word to you and you hadn’t tried to make him.

He stopped in front of a house, banging the door with his fist and you came to a stop next to him. When the door opened he threw a ‘Tommy sent her’ and turned, walking back the way of the pub again. You watched him go with a scrunched brow, shaking your head when he disappeared out of sight.

“Who are you?”

You turned back to the young guy, so young he can’t have seen the war. Lucky.

“I’m here to see Arthur”

“Who are you?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him your name. He turned to shout back into the house.

“Oi, Arthur!”

“What?”

You smirked at the sound of his shout back.

“Woman here to see you!”

“What bloody woman? Oh, fucking hell, if it’s that-“

You leant forward into the doorway a little.

“It’s no-one you’ve knocked up, you daft twat! Now come get this lad to let me in the house already!”

It took a minute but his head popped round the doorway and you waved at him.

“Fucking hell. Oi, Finn, move!”

He nearly slapped the boy out of the way as he walked past, and you laughed as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, God, I forgot how tall you were when you’re not on your arse”

“Shurrup. Right, get in”

He kept his arm around your shoulders as he guided you in, kicking the door shut behind him. You ended up in a kitchen and a woman sat with a quirked eyebrow, sipping tea as you entered.

“Oh, hello. I’m so very sorry about shouting”

“Arthur…you going to introduce me to the lady?”

“Oh, right. Pol, you remember me telling you about that nurse?”

“Vaguely”

He introduced you properly and you corrected him when he gave your nickname rather than your proper one, intent on making a good impression. She seemed like she’d appreciate a little formality.

“Pleasure”

“Yes, from what I hear”

You laughed, turning back to where Arthur stood looking like a teenager bringing home his first date.

“What’ve you been telling her?”

“Nothing! Nothing! None of that”

You raised your eyebrows at him, smiling.

“Sit yourself down. Tea? God knows Arthur won’t offer it”

“I was just getting round to it, Pol”

You mouthed to him, ‘your aunt?’ and he nodded back.

“You the nurse who knocked him on his arse?”

“Uh, oh. Yes. That would be me”

She pushed the cup over to you and smiled.

“Welcome, sweetheart”

-

Polly had long since left you and Arthur had snuck out a bottle of something from the cupboard, spiking both your teas until you may as well have been drinking from the bottle from all that was left in it.

“And then the horse goes fucking legging it, jumps straight over the fence and out the field. Terry comes running out, pants barely over his arse and starts hopping after it, the mad fucker. Anyway, we ended up finding the pig out the back of the vicar’s place”

You took the bottle back off him while he was distracted laughing and took a swig.

“Here I was thinking you were going home to a quiet life”

“Oh, not me, Arthur. Never me”

“Yeah…know that feeling”

You slid the bottle back over to him and settled back in the chair. You’d been balancing your toes on the edge of his chair but now you flicked your shoes off and crossed your ankles on his lap. He brought his hand down to circle around your calf and you let your head drop back, wiggling until you were comfortable.

“How do you live so close to the furnaces?”

“Ah, you get used to them”

“No…it’s too hot. Too loud”

“Only house I’ve ever known”

“Some days when it’s this warm…I have to sit in a cold bath. Can’t get anything done”

You laughed without humour, eyes sliding out of focus as they traced the pattern of the wallpaper behind Arthur.

“I get prickles if it’s too warm. Do you remember my skin then?”

“You were so blotchy I thought you were one of the patients first time round”

“You were half unconscious at the time”

“Never too out of it for a pretty face”

You rolled your eyes but smiled all the same.

“When my skin starts prickling, I could be anywhere, but I’m back there. The fucking heat, I’d never felt anything like it”

He hummed, his hand still tracing pattern up and down your leg.

“It’s the smell of water for me. Sitting water”

You swallowed heavily, almost gagging as the smell hit you even here.

“God, I remember”

Arthur nodded, his head low, concentrating on his fingers work as he circled around. You sat in the stillness for a while. Both of you alone, but together. When you’d had enough of thinking you sat back up, bending at the waist to reach for his face.

“When did you grow this out?”

He let you pull your legs back down so you could move towards him, ending up crawling onto his lap. His hands ran over the plain of skin at the side of your thigh and he looked up where you sat above him.

“Soon as I got back”

“Hmm…I don’t know if I like it”

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying…I remember when you had a face under there is all”

“I still do”

You quirked your head, scratching at his cheek.

“You’re gonna feel different”

“What you on about?”

You reached down and tilted his chin up to better meet his lips.

-

“This is absolutely not allowed!”

“Calm down”

“No, I will not fucking calm down, Arthur! You’re going to get me shipped to God knows where!”

“Better give me a kiss before you go then”

“Oi!”

You play slapped the side of his head and he responded by lifting you up, sitting you on the half wall that enclosed the ‘hospital’ grounds. You shrieked at the movement and he threw his hand over your mouth, both of you laughing. Sneaking out at midnight to mess around with one of the soldiers under your care was not the smartest choice you’d ever made but then again you’d signed up to be a nurse in a war that you swore would never end. Might as well enjoy yourself.

“Arthur! You’ve probably tore your bloody-“

You pawed at the hem of his shirt, trying to get a look at the mending wound beneath it.

“Oh, eh up. She’s trying to get me naked already”

“Shut up!”

You laughed, running your fingers over his side.

“No…you managed to not greatly injure yourself. It’s a miracle”

He dropped his forehead against the side of your head and you turned to nuzzle at him. Your arms found their way around his neck and you dropped kisses to what skin you could find.

“If the matron catches us, she’ll have my guts for garters, I tell you. She was very explicit when we signed up that there was to be no fraternising with the patients”

“Then I won’t fraternise you”

You both breathed out a laugh and you turned to rest your chin on his shoulder, hugging him to you but watching out across the island.

“Thank God it’s cooler tonight, at least”

“You don’t like the heat, do you?”

“Can’t fucking stand it”

His head turned and he pressed a kiss to your jaw. You closed your eyes.

“What happens after this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…if this thing ever fucking ends…how am I meant to go home and carry on? How can I ever…”

“We just have to”

“Arthur”

“We just have to”

You sighed, leaning back but keeping your arms looped around his neck.

“How are you going to do that?”

He looked at you confused.

“What does Mr Arthur Shelby but-not-that-one want to do with his life?”

He considered for a moment, looking out at the water behind you.

“I want a pub”

You smiled.

“A pub?”

“Yeah. I want the Garrison”

You blinked at him.

“It’s a pub”

“I got that”

“You didn’t look like you did. You looked confused”

“I often look like that when you speak, Arthur”

“Oi!”

You laughed. The only time you seemed to laugh recently was with Arthur.

“What do you want? You still gonna be a nurse?”

“What else am I gonna do with myself? Go back to the farm and pretend it never happened?”

“Could do”

“Nah, don’t think so. I’ll go back but…”

You’d brought one hand down while speaking to pick at the ground down rocks that littered the wall, flicking them away and tracing shapes in the dust they left.

“You’ll marry some posh guy and sort yourself out, I know you will”

“Oh will I now?”

“Yeah, who’s that one you told me about? With the big house on the green?”

“Richard”

“Yeah, him”

“I hate Richard, he’s a twat”

He scoffed a laugh.

“He’s rich. He likes you. You could do worse”

“I could do a fucking sight better”

“He’ll look after you”

“I don’t want looking after”

“Too much excitement to be had?”

You looked up through your lashes at him, hand gripping the stone below you.

“Is that what you’re gonna do? You got some girl you never told me about waiting back home for you? You gonna marry her and buy a pub and go home to pies and a crop of kids? Be Mr Respectable who runs the local?”

“Not bloody likely”

You quirked your lips at him.

“Find me”

“What?”

“When all this is over. Give it a year, yeah? And if you’re not smitten with Mr Richard Posh Pants by then, you come find me”

“At The Garrison?”

“Yeah…at The Garrison”

-

He still slept unsettled, twitching and muttering to himself. You’d hoped being back home, the passage of time, might have soothed him slightly. His arm tensed under your head and you brought a hand up to grasp around it, soothing him with your touch.

“Arthur”

He hummed in his sleep, brow furrowed.

“Arthur!”

He woke with a start, heaving air in through his nose, jaw clenched. He stuttered about for a moment before he looked down to you. He sighed, dropped back to the pillow, and ran a hand to smooth back his hair.

“Sorry, love”

“It’s alright. Want to talk about it?”

“No. No.”

“Ok”

You readjusted your leg where it lay over his and looked over his face. He laughed to himself.

“What?”

“Never had you be so nice to me in a bed before”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, lifting yourself up on your arm.

“Not my job to keep you in line anymore. I’m not here in a professional capacity”

“And yet your bedside manner is better now?”

“Oi!”

He smiled, running a hand over his eyes. He dropped it to his chest, looking over at you.

“Come here. I haven’t held you in a year, what you doing all the way over there”

You shuffled over, laying on his chest and snuggling in under his chin.

“I missed you”

“I missed you, too”

“You’re not leaving are you?”

“No”

“Good. Because I need you by my side”

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