#heres to an aright month!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nomizombie]

[rises the moon] 🌒🌓🌔(comforting boyfriend!König after a bad dream)

[SFW/Fluff/Comfort/wittle bit of angst?] ; he has a nightmare and you comfort him, self esteem issues, established relationship, gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, written in second person, i lied i dont know how to write angst 🥲

[A/N] ; i just realised how the poll couldve been taken differently… sorry if yall were expecting boyfriend könig to comfort you!! (-_-;)

“Liebling?” A quiet voice called out from behind you.

You peered at him from the living room, eyes roaming over the giant man in your hallway clutching his pillow. You had awoken from thirst in the middle of the night, now reading a book on the couch to help your mind fall back asleep.

“Yeah? You alright?” You asked, a little worried by his body language.

When he didn’t respond you dropped your book, quickly rushing over to him.

“König? Something wrong?” You asked again, now much closer. He was breathing heavily.

He stared at you for a moment before averting his gaze and shaking his head.

“Oh- baby..” you clutched his face through his balaclava. He never took it off in front of you.

Through the dim light of the moonlight, you could faintly make out his teary red eyes, eyelashes still wet.

“Bad dream?” You continued, concern knitting your eyebrows. It was normal. Night terrors came with the job. He had been discharged for months but they still followed him. Every night.

He nodded meekly before dropping his head onto your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body, enveloping it, caging it.

He was never one to talk about his feelings. Too weak. Too vulnerable. He was gonna get hurt if he was ever weak around you. What if you judged him? Hated him? You can’t love someone like him.

“No… its just…”

He took a deep breath. You could feel his weight lifting before resting back down on you.

“Sorry for interrupting your reading, Schatz…”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles with your thumb. Your way of telling him that didn’t matter right now.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Okay?” You spoke softly, like a little breeze flowing past his ear.

You waited for a response but instead he grumbled before sinking more of his bodyweight onto you.

“Tired?” You asked him, hand still on his back.

He nodded, humming quietly.

You slowly pulled him back to bed, arms still wrapped tightly around your middle. Even by the time you reached the foot of the mattress, he still refused to let go.

“Hey, you need to let go or else I can’t lay down.” You tugged on him gently. His eyes stared at you for a second before opting to pull you into bed. The two of you fell on your sides, his arms continuing their tight squeeze around you.

His body shuffled closer to you until his head was tucked into your chest and his legs were entangled with yours.

For a moment, neither of you said a word.

“It felt so real.” His weak voice spoke.

You pulled him a little closer. Wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

“Yeah?” You replied softly, pressing feather-light kisses to his temple.

“…you got hurt and I- Fick- there was no way and-“ his voice cracked a little.

You rubbed up and down his back.

“Hey, its alright. I’m aright. I’m right here, König.” You muttered softly against his head.

“I know, but it was so real…”

He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Y-Your blood- it was cold… so cold.” He shook against your body, still struggling to inhale and exhale.

The two of you had had this night many times. Sometimes you were out and he would call you crying. Some nights you woke up to a sweaty trembling mess curled up into your side. And some nights, the other side of the bed was cold, with him staying up and watching TV to avoid sleeping.

You threaded your fingers through his hair gently.

“Just another dream okay? I’m always going to be here for you.” You smiled down at him.

He stared up at you. His eyes widening before crinkling as tears spilt down his cheeks.

He quickly pushed his face against your collarbone. Out of your sight. Hidden away. A bad dream was one thing. Crying in front of you would just be more embarrassment and shame for him.

“Sorry.” He said, muffled against your shirt.

“s’okay… it’s okay.”

The two of you laid in silence. His heavy, stuttering exhales and your soft breaths. He pulled his head away from you and looked up at you with his red, tear-stricken eyes.

You stared at him curiously. What was he going to do now?

He slowly reached a hand to his face and started peeling his balaclava up, before stopping firmly at the centre of his nose bridge.

“Can I…?”

You nodded. “You don’t have to ask. You’re my boyfriend.”

He pulled you down to him, awkwardly pressing a kiss to your lips before releasing.

“I’d probably be a mess without you.” König said under his breath, barely stifling a voice crack.

“Me too.” You softly smiled.

dividers by @mmadeinheavenn

tysm for reading! pls support me with a like or a reblog to this post if thats okay :))

#. ˚₊‧꒰ა 🧟🧠 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ #°˖ ⊹ ꒰✒️꒱ ♡ #boyfriend!könig #fanfic #könig #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig fluff #könig x y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #konig x reader #comfort #call of duty x reader #call of duty

[spooky4u]

Spooky Month Lore! AGAIN!

Oh yeah, we're doing this again. For those not in the know, last year I did a basic summary of an ARG that was taking place last spooky month. And this year? I'm doing it again! So, strap in folks, because it's more complicated than last time. And like last time, spoilers for Spooky Month 5.

Alright, so at 3:48 on the last Spooky Month, the TV static hid a familiar looking pattern.

Here we go again. Scanning this code brings you to this image.

Now this image is blurry as all hell, so to change that you got to look at the URL and see that it's a '.webp' image. changing the URL so that it ends in '.jpg' gives us a clearer view.

Aright, we got three links to go to and one incomplete imgur link. For now, let's focus on the patient file. Typing that URL in gives us this.

Now, if you look back at the TV image you see 'Patient #__'. So, it seems that the patient is '#RN'. But then what's the deal with '5f6-7s2'? Well, here's the thing. If you google 'RN 5f6 7s2', the first few results show that it's connected to the chemical 'Plutonium' or the abbreviated version 'Pu', giving us our current answer 'Patient #Pu'.

But that isn't the final answer. I'll explain in a bit, but for now let's go back to the tv image and type in the imgur link for the picture frame.

Now as it turns out, SrPelo tweeted out that the font for the image was a bit confusing and led to people not being able to get into the image. He corrected it on twitter, but incase that tweet gets deleted, here is the link.

www.imgur.com/vMTf01K

Amazin. Now when I first saw and messed around with this image, I think I got the wrong message out of it. Changing the light values of this image took out some letters in a peculiar way.

YOU ARE ERY N

Now, I was on the right track, but I thought that this was like, a name reveal for Skid, with his name being Eryn. Maybe that was intentional, but that wasn't the main thing I was supposed to take out of this. Changing the values in a different way gave me this.

As you see, the letters that disappeared: E, V, T, H, I, G. They all had a different color compared to the rest of the text. But even within the disappeared letters, the letter V stands out as being a slightly different color. But where does that take us? Let's go back to the TV image and focus on the picture frame.

"#_lowcase". This implies that we are looking for a number and a lowercase letter. Taking the letters and rearranging them gives us:

'E, I, G, H, T, V". The number 8, and the letter V.

And putting that in the format that the phrase is demanding, we get '8v'. So, the solution to the picture frame imgur is '8v'.

One more link, and it's a YouTube link. punching that in gives us a security cam video.

Security_Camera_VIDEO_131518190503150405 - YouTube

Now if you watch the video, the security light in the bottom right goes bonkers around halfway thru. This is morse code. I'm not going to show you the beeps and bops as I don't have it off the top of my head, but all you need to know is that it translated to something like this.

"B . U P C A S E C . Y "

There was more that it translated to, but it was kind of random compared to what we have here. Assuming that the periods indicate a new letter, turning that phrase into a three-digit input gives us this.

'bCy' And that's what we take away from that video. Back to the TV image!

We are now going to try and construct that imgur link on the red book. Seeing that # sign on the 6th digit gives us a clue that '8v' are the last two digits, as 8 is the only number that can fill that numbered slot. But where does that put 'Pu' and 'bCy'? Well, to figure that out, let's look one more time at the patient file.

See that undercase p at the very beginning of 'pATIENT', a seven letter word? Seven letters... Seven needed imgur digits... That lowercase p not only indicates that 'Pu' goes first, but it also says that the P needs to be lowercase. And that only leaves one place where 'bCy' can go.

Plugging this link in gives us this.

Oh god,

LATIN.

Don't worry, you don't need to translate it, we're only working with individual letters. Though, to be completely honest, I'm not sure how well I'm going to be able to explain this. But I'm going to try my damned hardest!

okay, so...

I circled 9 different looking red symbols. The bottom right one is hard to see, but if you zoom in enough, you'll see. Some symbols have just dots, one of them has just a line, and some of them have dots and a line.

This is a numbering system.

Maya numerals to be exact. Basically, if you have a horizontal line, add 5 to the number of dots that are above it. We have numbers 1 - 9 here. The exact number of digits that are missing from the YouTube URL at the top of the image. So, presumably, if we had each digit that each numeral related to, we could fill in the YouTube URL in the numeral's order! But what does each numeral correspond to? Let's get the easier ones out of the way.

We have 4 numerals that are directly correlated with a digit. 5 is right underneath an uppercase K. 6 is underneath an uppercase V that was edited to make it an uppercase W instead. Same with 9 but lowercase. And 7 is correlated with a lowercase z. So right now, we have this for our YouTube URL.

____62KWz_w

Great start!

...But now what? The rest of the numerals are floating in dead space with no obvious correlation to a specific letter, and it would take forever to try and brute force it. So, what do we do? I now take your attention to the key to this entire puzzle.

A melting candle. Looking into the melting wax, do you see what seems to be drops of red surrounding what appears to be a red circle? Here's what you have to do. By taking a low opacity version of this pic and overlaying it so that each of the remaining numerals sit inside the red circle, we would see that at least one of the drops of red overlays on top of certain letters, correlating a letter to its numeral value. 5 red drops, 5 remaining numerals. Here's what it would look like when it's done.

(Btw, I was in a spooky month ARG discord server when I was trying to figure this out, and it turned out I was the first person to get the URL correctly! This is the image that I shared with the people there. We wouldn't have been able to do it if we weren't all in the same server sharing our different strategies for this puzzle, so shout out to all of them!)

Reconstructing the URL with the values that we got, with the numerals giving us order, gave us this video.

Spooky. Taking that audio and putting through a spectrogram gives you this.

However, if you listen closer to the audio, there is more morse code. Translating that code into words, and thus the final answer to this ARG gives you this.

"DON'T HIDE IN THE DARKNESS JOIN WITHIN MY BRIGHTNESS FOR THE VESSEL HAS ROTTEN YOU WILL BE NOT FORGOTTEN"

And that's the end of the ARG! The last ARG had a result similar to this, with a rhyming passage to finish it off. So, it's safe to assume that at the end of all the Spooky Month ARGs we will have a completed poem through all the rhyming passages.

That'll be cool to figure out, but until next time. Stay spooky!

#spooky month #skid and pump #sm skid #sm pump #spooky month ARG

[augustvandyne]

DUDE ILL KEEP SENDING SHAUNA ONE SHOTS NO ONE WRITES FOR HER LITERALLY..

Okay, so Shauna x reader about how she is helping Shauna through Jackie's death. [They are together but in secret]. Reader tell Shauna that they love her and they get rescued living out their lives together. [ I have so many ideas.]

You write beautifully. I'm glad you are eating these up hahah.

aww thank you! i really am loving these ideas, so keep them coming. don’t be afraid to send more than one at a time either!

i also remembered (after i wrote this whole request) that the cabin burnt down.. just pretend that didn’t happen?

aright here it is.

the light

You were really dying out here.

And so were many others. You could feel it. You were a very empathetic person. You could always feel what your best friend and girlfriend Shauna was feeling.

And these feelings didn’t make you feel any better when the team captain, Jackie Taylor, froze to death overnight.

You could feel waves of sadness overtake you as soon as you woke up that morning. You felt very cold. It was very bright. And it all hit you at once. The cold, the snow, the death.

Shauna was crushed.

You can only think that it’s been a handful of months now, and at this point you weren’t really sure how to make her feel better. She insisted you just sitting in the cabin made her feel better.

You were trying your hardest and you wouldn’t stop until you saw a real, genuine smile on the doe eyed girls face.

Everyone was outside trying to figure out how they were going to eat tonight. If everyone thought they were starving in the first winter, the second hit even harder.

The two of you sat by the fireplace, because it was one of the only warm places in the freezing cabin. You read to Shauna. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice was captivating Shauna’s attention at the moment. But the only thing you could think about was Shauna, whom was laying in between your legs.

You’d suggested it would keep you warmer, but you really just did it to keep her closer to you.

It was no secret to the rest of the team, that you’d had a crush on the girl. You were working up the courage to convince Shauna to tell the rest of the team about your guys’ relationship before Jackie’s death, but the girls passing took all the light out of Shauna’s eyes. And now.. you didn’t want to push.

You stutter over a word for almost the twelfth time, and Shauna turns her head.

“y/n. Are you okay?” A caring look was spread on her face, and it took everything in you not to lean down and kiss her. “You’ve been stuttering a lot. And that means somethings wrong.”

“I should be asking you that,” You give a half smile, dropping the book onto the ledge by the fireplace.

“I promise I’m okay,” Shauna turns to rest her head on your chest.

You run your hands through Shauna’s mess of a hair as you think about how your life would have been if the crash never happened.

The two of you would be public, at least to the soccer team. Jackie would still be alive. You would be a senior now. Only one more step and you would be in college to pursue the job you’ve wanted since you were ten. You could finally say-

“I love you,” Your confession has Shauna lifting her head and looking you in the eyes.

“What?” Shauna looks taken aback, and it has you wishing you had the power to turn back the time.

“I- I love you?”

“No, I heard you,” Shauna’s eyes begin to well with tears, and for a second you believe she’s going to break up with you. “And.. I love you too.”

You let out a relieved sigh, which has Shauna laughing.

You pause. You haven’t heard that sound since the first few weeks you were out here.

Shauna pauses as well, a big, genuine smile overtaking her features. You look into her eyes and see the light again. She leans in a gives you a big kiss.

You’re glad to see the big bright smile, as well as the light again.

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

Not even a week after the two of you said i love you, everyone that was left was rescued.

You were so grateful. All you wanted to do was go home to your bed. You wanted to get back under your yellow blankets and get back to school.

But most of all you wanted to cuddle Shauna without having to worry about anyone watching.

Soccer wasn’t going to be the same. And you were beginning to think it never would be. Everyone was drained to the core.

The school gave the team the rest of the year off.

They would have to repeat their senior year, but the school figured it was better for the girls to get the trauma free from their heads before returning.

The team went their separate ways.

Lottie’s parents sent Lottie to a doctor to get shock therapy which wasn’t necessary, but they insisted.

Your parents weren’t very attentive. You didn’t even think they realized you were gone until a whole year went by.

Shauna stayed at your house for the most part. And you were grateful for her. If she didn’t stay at your house you were sure you would be having nightmares to the point you would be up all night crying.

You got yourself into therapy. You were doing better with Shauna by your side.

You were taking Shauna on a date tonight. One of the first tastes of normalcy since before the crash. You took her to dinner and a movie.

The two of you steered clear of any horror movies for the time being, and settled on a good, cheesy comedy movie.

It feels amazing to really laugh. And even more amazing to see the girl you’re in love with really laugh after so long.

You swore to yourself that you were gonna marry that girl one day.

And you did.

#part 2?? #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman

[elisedonut]

i like the concept of hogwarts being like semi-sentient? and having like it's own magic in a way i've seen it around a few times and i really like it

but i really really like the idea of it trapping people in a time loop like just repeating the day over and over again why would it do that? idk soulmates? it likes some students and don't want them to leave yet? something needs to be done before they leave? the school is tempermental and just feels like it?

anyway yeah im thinking about an au where percy just gets trapped for like 6 months if its with someone else and for what reason depends on the day some ideas that have circled in my head include

Percy being fully by himself because the school just likes him and doesn't want to let him go yet

Percy being trapped with Draco because the school decided it would be good for Draco because he did something really fucked or something

Percy being trapped with Remus because i don't know having a teacher involved is fun and could open up possibilities that otherwise would be cut off like easily leaving the school, people believing them a little easier also the idea of a time freeze causing Remus not to turn and as a resulting having a few months where Remus just doesn't have to deal with it interesting also i like Lupin

Percy and all the quidditch captains and head girl and it actually being something that happens every year for 7th years just with how long maybe being random

Percy being trapped with Marcus preferably in a situation where Flint is like obsessed with him(has a crush because i love it) and it maybe even being his fault they're trapped was it an accident or intentional? i don't know

Percy being trapped with Oliver in a situation where they are either already together or like really close to it because one of (or both of) them are scared of things changing after graduating even though they are excited about their futures' i feel like it would 100% be an accident for this one like the school went oh? don't want to leave aright! i can do that for you!

Percy being trapped with the twins or any of the siblings i just think it would be interesting and force them to interact a bit which would be good for them preferably in a situation where it's not a very well known thing so all of them are confused as hell

Percy not being sure if Luna is actually trapped with him or just being Luna for like a month because he does keep seeing her in different places and when talking to her she sometimes says stuff that could be referencing that she knows that day is repeating but she's Luna and a second year so he's just so confused (bonus points if she really isn't and it's just like her being just more in tune with it or something) (also can easily be tacked onto any of the others because it's funny)

Percy being trapped with Harry because i like anything that forces them to get to know one another and because i think while Harry would not be like ecstatic being trapped with Percy specifically but would be happy about not having to leave Hogwarts so soon especially if this happened first or second year

if you made it this far through my ramblings here's a little Percy picrew i made

#percy weasley #perciver #flintley #oliver wood #marcus flint #draco malfoy #luna lovegood #harry potter #remus lupin #having so many characters tagged feels weird but i felt like posting these separately would be weirder #look at me though most of these are not even shipping im proud of myself #also i love time shenanigans im sorry #and if you think you saw this twice no you didn't #i had tech difficulties

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

ty @alexturnersmommy for the tag!! 15 questions/15 mutuals - right. here we go

1. are you named after anyone?

nope. wish i could say more but its simple as that 😭

2. when was the last time you cried?

oversharing and its bitter aftertaste ahhh fuck it. sobbed my face off few days ago on monday at my grans grave

3. do you have kids?

nah. jesus do i want kids? ehhhh- nah no youre aright

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

...probably. nevermind - yes. one of the phrases i say the most is "aw you've only went and done it havent ye." in a really angry voice when someones done absolutely nothing- which is really confusing cause i also say it in a less angry voice when someone does something really good?? ah

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their voice!! i find it really easy to like someone if their voice sounds nice and also the opposite, do love a good accent.

6. what’s your eye colour?

hazel ig?? ive got central heterochromia so the centre of my eyes are brown and the rest is green.

7. scary movies or good endings?

good ending all the way. having said that, i am an avid agnst enjoyer so put your characters through hell as long as everything works out <3

8. any special talents?

uhhh i can moonwalk and half stand on my head- that's fun at parties 😭

9. where were you born?

glasgowwwwwww... like 3 months before i should have been 😭

10. what are your hobbies?

writing (shameless plug: read my fic ahhh its my pinned post), playing guitar, sticking ungodly amount of posters and magazines on my wall and uhhh love a good wee dj sesh i wont like *record scratch*

11. do you have any pets?

got a cat called derrikk. aye.

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

does dance count as a sport? eh what the hell. dance, sailing if you count it as a sport- longboarding...if you can count that as a sport 😭 used to do basketball.

13. how tall are you?

oh here we go. i'm 6'... let me tell you i am unstoppable (very much stoppable im an unbalanced bastard) in heels

14. favourite subject in school?

music tech and drama - only class where i can just chuck on my headphones and listen to music while editing projects stuff and in drama i love a good wee bit of the spotlight

15. dream job?

wanna be a film writer and director!! #my first screenplay is a mile long and very much unfinished

oh heres the fun part (remembering tags has to be one of my weaknesses) no pressure/dw if youve already been tagged!: @ballad-of-what-could-have-been @uhbasicallyjustmilex @rainymongerbanditweasel-blog @smokinnicsuckindic @mileskanex christ my memory is actually gonna be the death of me, anyone who wants it, you're tagged!

#oversharing and its bitter aftertaste #kidding #this was alot of fun!

[abbatoirablaze]

Angels & Demons, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of murder/death.

“It’s time, my child…”

Aria looked at her ring in horror, seeing the names lighting it up. 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester.

Her breath stole away in her throat as she turned it, hoping to be transported to the spot where they were. 

And she gasped when she saw that it was in a motel room. 

Blood had seeped into the sheets from their bodies.  And Aria felt compelled to kill the two hunters that were going through their stuff. 

But she was frozen in place as she heard a voice whispering into her ear, “this is not your choice.”

She tried to fight against it but couldn’t.  And as the rage built within herself, she screamed, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to harm the two men that had killed Sam and Dean. 

But then she froze. 

Where were their souls?

Had another reaper already claimed them?

“You’re here for a different reason, Aria.”

“WHO’S THERE?”

“This was meant to happen,” the voice proclaimed, “now you need to help them come back…”

“Come back?”

Everything went pitch black. 

There was no explanation as she felt herself being pulled past what she’d known and thrown into something too unfamiliar to herself. 

But when she turned, her heart felt like it was breaking.

July 4th, 1996. 

Bobby had been called away on a more intense hunt than John was, and you, Dean, and Sam were in the middle of some field, celebrating on your own little fourth of July.  Sam had just turned thirteen a few months ago, which made Dean halfway through being seventeen.  And she’d just turned nine. 

Dean had found some illegal fireworks and wanted the three of them to be able to celebrate the fourth. 

She felt dizzy as she watched the fireworks light up the field the three of them were standing in.  She and Sam were dancing among the falling streams of explosives, while Dean stared on, looking at Sam and her with such happiness.  She couldn’t believe that she’d never seen how he’d looked before. 

And then it all disappeared.  And Dean was standing alone in the field. 

“Sam?” he asked, turning around, “Hannah?”

He stopped when he saw her, standing halfway between baby and himself. 

“What did you do?” she asked slowly, tears pulling at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, “what did you and Sam do, Dean?”

“Why are you here?”

“I-I don’t know…” she said quickly, backing away from him, “i-I heard someone telling me that-“

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“I didn’t do anything, Dean!” she answered, “all I know is that I was drawn to the motel room and then-“

“The motel…”

She nodded, “we have to get back, Dean.  Something is wrong!”

He nodded as well, agreeing to put whatever was going on for the time being on the backburner as he led her to baby. 

“Dean.  Dean!”

Dean looked around the car, until he’d recognized that Cas’ voice was coming from the speakers.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked her.  Aria shrugged, and Dean looked at the radio, “Cas?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he confirmed, “I’m here!”

Dean and Aria got into the car, “you got to stop poking around in my dreams.  I need some me time!”

“Listen to me, very closely,” he said urgently, “This isn’t a dream.”

“Then what is it?”

“Deep down, you already know.”

Dean looked at the windshield for a second and took a deep breath, “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.”

“Where am I?”

“Heaven.”

“Heaven?” Dean asked, glancing to Aria, “then why is Hannah here?  How did I get to heaven?”

“Please, listen to me. This spell, this connection-it’s difficult to maintain,” Cas admitted, “I don’t have much ti-“

“Wait, if I’m in heaven, where’s Sam?”

“What do you see?”

“What do you mean, what do I see?” he asked.

“Some people see a tunnel or a river, what do you see?”

“Nothing-m-my dash,” he stuttered, “I’m in my car, with Hannah.  I’m on a road.”

“Aright, a road.  For you it’s a road,” he confirmed, “follow it, Dean.  You’ll find Sam.  Follow-“

But the connection cut out.  Dean looked to Aria, “Hannah-“

“Aria-“

“What?”

“My name, it’s Aria, Dean.”

“Wh-what are you really, Aria?”

“The daughter of death and another reaper,” she admitted, “I-“

“Why am I here?” he asked, “did you bring me here?  Why don’t I remember-“

“I didn’t bring you here, Dean,” she said quickly as she reached for her ring, “I saw your name on my-where’s my ring?”

“Your what?”

“My ring!” she said nervously as she began to search the car for it, “my reaper’s ring.  It shows me who died, and allows me to transport myself and their soul.  I-“

“Great, so find your ring and take me to Sammy!”

“That’s just it, Dean.  It’s missing!” she cried, looking back to him, “when I was in the motel room to collect your souls I had it  but-“

“You were there!”

“I arrived after,” she told him, “I went to collect your souls, but they were already gone.  And when I got there, someone was stopping me from killing the hunters that killed you and Sam, and-“

“WHO!”

“I DON’T KNOW,” she yelled in anger, “I COULDN’T SEE THEM.  I COULD ONLY HEAR THEIR VOICE!”

“So, an angel?” he asked, “an angel must be doing this to trick me so that I say yes to Michael.  And they have Sammy now too!’

“W-we’ll figure this out, Dean, I promise!”

“you’re damn right we will,” he growled, starting the car and driving down the road, “were’ gonna beat these assholes at their own game, get Sammy back, and come back.”

The rumbling stopped, and Aria ran into the room, “guys.  We have to go!  Now!”

“Hannah?”

“Uh, Aria, actually!” Dean corrected.

“Dean what the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs!” Dean tried to joke as he made his way to the stereo and started messing around with it, “Cas!”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked.

“Like you’ve lost your mind!” he said nervously.

“Castiel talked to him before in the car’s stereo!” Aria answered.

“He was using this ‘phone home’ radio thing,” Dean confirmed as he hit the top of the stereo once more, “Cas!”

“I can hear you!” Cas answered, appearing on the television.

“CAS!  HEY!”  Dean replied, “so uh, So I found Sam.  But something-something just happened!  There was this weird beam of light!”

“Don’t go into the light!”

“Okay, thanks Carol Anne!”

“Castiel is right…going into the light is a bad thing!” Aria confirmed.

“Aria?”

“I’m here!”

“Use your ring to bring them back with you-“

“She lost it!”

��Oh no,” he muttered, “this is very bad.”

“I didn’t lose it,” she argued, “someone took it from me before they brought me to Dean.”

“Not what…who!  Zachariah.  He’s searching for you, and he must have used Aria as a way to get to Dean.  He’s tracking the three of you through your greatest memories.”

“A-and if he finds us?”

“It’d be bad!” Aria answered.

“Bad, bad how?”

“You can’t say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you’re dead!” he answered, “so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies!”

“Great.  Problem solved!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Cas argued, “you’re behind the wall.  This is a rare opportunity.  Reapers don’t even get to see what’s back here.”

“It’s true!” she confirmed when Sam and Dean looked at her.

“An opportunity?” Dean asked, “for what?”

“You need to find an angel.  His name is Joshua.”

“Hey man, no offense, but we are kind of ass-full of angels here, okay?” Dean asked, “you find him!”

“I can’t!” Cas growled, “I can’t return to heaven!”

Dan and Sam stood in silence for a second, “so what’s so important about Joshua?”

“Rumor is, he talks to god!”

“And?” Dean asked, “So?”

“You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell god has been saying?”

“Geez, touchy!” Dean sighed.

“Please,” he begged, “I just need you to follow the road.”

“Why, Cas?”

“Caitlyn never resurfaced after they unleashed death.”

“YOU TOLD US CAITLYN WAS SAFE!” Dean growled.

“I-I don’t know where she is,” he admitted, “but Joshua would know.  He would-“

“And why would he know, Cas?” Sam asked, “why would it matter where Caitlyn is?”

“Because Adam and Caitlyn could have also been vessels for Michael and Lucifer,” he told them, admitting a half truth, “and with Adam gone, and Caitlyn missing, if Sam doesn’t get back down there, there’s a chance that Lucifer might go after her.”

The two brothers looked at one another, horror filling their mind as the angel’s words processed. 

“What road?” Sam asked.

“It’s called the axis mundi,” Cas answered, “and it’s the path that runs through heaven.  Different people see it as different things.  For you, it’s two-lane asphalt.  The road will lead you to the garden.  You’ll find Joshua there.  And Joshua can take us to god.  Who will tell us what happened to Caitlyn and return you two to Earth.  The garden.  Please.  Hurry!”

“Why aren’t we seeing any of your memories, huh?” Dean growled, trying to break away from his argument with Sam while he looked at Aria, “Where are your greatest hits, huh?”

“I don’t get to have a spot in heaven Dean,” she admitted tearfully, “i’m a Nephilim.  That means when I’m gone, I’m just gone.  There’s nothing for me.  I end up in Purgatory.”

“Purgatory?”

“She doesn’t have a soul!” Sam said quietly. 

The two brothers looked away from Aria, the moment much more solemn than it was a few moments ago.  Until what was a spotlight shown down on the trio.

“Zachariah!” she urged, eyes going wide.  She grabbed each of the brothers, and began pulling them towards the woods, “GO!  GO!”

The three of them ran until they found a  drop in the ground, where they could hide behind a fallen tree.

“Wow,” Zachariah said dryly, “running from angels, on foot.  In heaven.  With out-of-the box thinking like that I’m surprised that you three haven’t stopped the apocalypse already!”

He snapped and the darkness turned into daylight as he turned, “Guys.  What’s the problem?  I just want to send you back to earth, that’s all.  That is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones.  You’re on my turf now.  And by the time I’m through with you, you’re gonna be begging to say yes.”

“Run!” she urged, pulling the brothers with her.  He turned once more, seeing them heading down a path.

“Guys, come on.  you can run.  But you can’t run!” he teased, appearing in front of them as they rounded a corner.  They turned, trying to outrun him, but stopped once more when they saw a man in a pair of jeans and a black wifebeater, with a gold cape and a luchador mask. 

“Hurry.  This way!”

“What the hell?”

“Follow him,” a voice within Aria urged, “Follow him!”

“I think we should follow him!” she told Dean as she started walking towards the man.

“What?” Dean asked, eyes wide, “are you on something?  That guy looks like a psycho!”

“A psycho who’s trying to hide his identity from angels.” she pointed out as she pulled Dean along, who in turn pulled Sam with him.  They went a few steps further and he drew a sigil on the door, before ushering the trio in.

“Wait.  Who are you?” Sam asked.

The man pulled off the mask and cape and turned to them, “buenas dias, bitches.”

“Ash?”

He clapped and the place lit up.  It looked similar to the roadhouse, “welcome to my blue heaven.”

“My god,” Dean chuckled as he stepped down into the main bar area, “The roadhouse.  It even smells the same.”

“Bud, blood, and beer nuts,” he admitted, “it’s the best smell in the world.  HOw about a cold one.  Up here.  No hangover.”

“So, no offense-” Sam asked as he put two cans on the bar.

“How does a dirtbag like me end up in a place like this?” Ash asked, cutting him off, “I’ve been saved man.  I was my congregation’s number-one snake handler.  And thanks here, to this pretty little thing for vouching for me at the pearly gates.  Yeah.  I was told bout what you did for me, sweetheart!”

Sam and Dean looked at Aria for a second, and she looked away, taking a sip from the beer she was handed.

Chapter 15

#supernatural #angels & demons #angels #heaven #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #zachariah #ash harvelle

[moonlight-tmd]

Aright so- i had an idea. Here i vaguely explained how i think new cybertronians are made. And i wanted to expand on that idea.(please go look, it's not very long and it's important to this)

I have read multiple fanfics and posts about transformers having robot equivalent of human bits- that doesn't sit right with me. So i made my own. [I used Bee as a reference]

So the most common is for Newsparks to be created in artificial chambers and then transferred into protoforms for Sparklings to come online. Then they are transported into Cybertron's version of an orphanage- Carequarters, and are up for adoption until they reach younglinghood(more on that later).

TW: it's nothing bad but just to be safe- robot reproduction and naughty act talk. Plus some details about sparklings, age and growing at the end.

They have 2 slots on either side of their Spark Chamber[4 in total]. Each slot has 2 parts that close it. When transformers interface, the slots open and glowing cables[Tendrils] are released, these things are very sensitive. Now i'm skipping on all the dirty play stuff- for the full course the Tendrils need to be intertwined with the Tendrils of whoever the transformer is interfacing with. Once intertwined, those Tendrils send pulses or energy to the other thus providing pleasure.

On the bottom side of the Spark Chamber is a cover for the Reproduction Strut[commonly called a 'Spike']. The cover has 4 sections that close it. This cover is only opened when both partners want to to create a Newspark, the transformers interfacing don't have to be Conjunxes for it to work. Once the two get on with it and are both content, the cover slids open and the Spikes intertwine with each other. Unlike the Tendrils that are connected to the outside of the Spark Chamber, the Spike has an output sensor on the inner side of the Spark Chamber, meaning that when the energy pulses travel thru it, they go directly into one's Spark.

Now, there is also a way for the slots and the cover to be opened manually. This is either done when one has technical issues with their parts... or when one is "forcing an interfacing without consent."

Interfacing without the Spikes intertwining has nearly impossible chances of creating a Newspark since the energy pulses stop at the Spark Chamber, not the Spark. When the Spikes are intertwined the chances of creating a Newspark are high, but it's mostly the matter of how high is the voltage in the energy pulses of either partner. If the voltage is too low then nothing will happen. The Newspark usually is created inside the Spark Chamber of the transformer with lower voltage than their partner.

The Newsparks are carried inside one's Spark Chambers until they reach their full size, depending of how big the Carrier and Sire are the outcomes are either; the Newspark being transferred into a protoform without trouble or having to be extracted early due to risk of outgrowing the Carrier's Spark Chamber. The risks are; it can get snuffed out, get absorbed into the Carrier's Spark when not transferred in time, or break into multiple Newsparks- last one isn't exactly bad but it can be if one isn't prepared for more than 1 Sparkling. The carrying process usually last from 4-5 Earth Months.

After transferring the Newspark from Carrier's Spark Chamber to a protoform, a Sparkling's frame is fully developed around 12 Earth Years*1. Their frames can change and grow even after they reach the full development, but it is very slow compared to the speed of development. *1 Note that it's Earth Years, i have absolutely no fuckin idea how long that is on Cybertron. Their alt modes start to come it at 5EY old.

Side note; a fully developed frame does not mean the transformer is an adult. Transformers reach the age status: -Youngling [teen]: 10+ Earth Years -Young Adult: 1.5k+ Earth Years -Full Adult: 3k+ Earth Years -Elder: 15k+ Earth Years

A transformer that's been made due to the influence of the AllSpark is automatically considered a Youngling.*2 *2 A protoform can be onlined using an AllSpark Shard[shard will turn into a Spark], it is still a Sparkling and will go thru development. Transformers don't have genders, so a Sparkling is either referred to as It or They. That is held until the Sparkling starts speaking and they choose how they wanna be adressed[Speaking usually starts at 1EY old but they are asked the question at 3EY old].

I will be using this as a reference when writing, thank you.

btw, all of my general ideas about transformers/tfa now have a tag "transformers headcanons" on my blog, so go check that out if you want.

#transformers #maccadam #tfa #long post #sparklings #interfacing #tfa headcanons

[old-daemon-farts]

Here's to Psyche, Edgar Allan Poe's daemon.

I've always read this as a moment between him and his daemon and I know other daemians have also pointed it out as well.

Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;

The leaves they were crispéd and sere —

The leaves they were withering and sere:

It was night, in the lonesome October

Of my most immemorial year:

It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,

In the misty mid region of Weir: —

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,

In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,

Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul —

Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

These were days when my heart was volcanic

As the scoriac rivers that roll —

As the lavas that restlessly roll

Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek,

In the ultimate climes of the Pole —

That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek

In the realms of the Boreal Pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,

But our thoughts they were palsied and sere —

Our memories were treacherous and sere;

For we knew not the month was October,

And we marked not the night of the year —

(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)

We noted not the dim lake of Auber,

(Though once we had journeyed down here)

We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,

Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent,

And star-dials pointed to morn —

As the star-dials hinted of morn —

At the end of our path a liquescent

And nebulous lustre was born,

Out of which a miraculous crescent

Arose with a duplicate horn —

Astarte’s bediamonded crescent,

Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said — “She is warmer than Dian;

She rolls through an ether of sighs —

She revels in a region of sighs.

She has seen that the tears are not dry on

These cheeks where the worm never dies,

And has come past the stars of the Lion,

To point us the path to the skies —

To the Lethean peace of the skies —

Come up, in despite of the Lion,

To shine on us with her bright eyes —

Come up, through the lair of the Lion,

With love in her luminous eyes.”

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,

Said — “Sadly this star I mistrust —

Her pallor I strangely mistrust —

Ah, hasten! — ah, let us not linger!

Ah, fly! — let us fly! — for we must.”

In terror she spoke; letting sink her

Wings till they trailed in the dust —

In agony sobbed; letting sink her

Plumes till they trailed in the dust —

Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied — “This is nothing but dreaming.

Let us on, by this tremulous light!

Let us bathe in this crystalline light!

Its Sybillic splendor is beaming

With Hope and in Beauty to-night —

See! — it flickers up the sky through the night!

Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,

And be sure it will lead us aright —

We safely may trust to a gleaming

That cannot but guide us aright

Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.”

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,

And tempted her out of her gloom —

And conquered her scruples and gloom;

And we passed to the end of the vista —

But were stopped by the door of a tomb —

By the door of a legended tomb: —

And I said — “What is written, sweet sister,

On the door of this legended tomb?”

She replied — “Ulalume — Ulalume! —

’T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober

As the leaves that were crispéd and sere —

As the leaves that were withering and sere —

And I cried — “It was surely October,

On this very night of last year,

That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! —

That I brought a dread burden down here —

On this night, of all nights in the year,

Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?

Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber —

This misty mid region of Weir: —

Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber —

This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”

Said we, then, — the two, then, — “Ah, can it

Have been that the woodlandish ghouls —

The pitiful, the merciful ghouls,

To bar up our way and to ban it

From the secret that lies in these wolds —

From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds —

Have drawn up the spectre of a planet

From the limbo of lunary souls —

This sinfully scintillant planet

From the Hell of planetary souls?”

#daemonism #daemons #daemon au #kinda

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Puppy Love - Uncle Eldis Pt. II

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - i see y'all in the comments :)

Prompt: Ever since you and Elvis watched your friend's kids, you've been trying to get pregnant. It's not working out and you're feeling pretty down but Elvis has a surprise for you. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: None!

Rating: Pg, v soft   ||     Word Count: 2042

A/N: not me accidentally posting this before i edited it 💀 im driving to cincinnati right now for a baseball game and just edited this in the car on 4 hours of sleep. send help y'all

Read part one here!

🦋 mila

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You lean against the car window, letting your eyes trail along the passing landscape. The green and yellow waves of grass are blotted with black and brown cows, grazing lazily in the hot Tennessee summer heat. You smile sadly as you pass a small farm and see a young family in front, a beautiful woman chasing around a small child. It's a lovely picture and one that you desperately crave for yourself.

Ever since you'd babysat for your friend's kids, you and Elvis have been trying to conceive. You've both been trying so, so hard. The sex is always enjoyable, of course, but it's not achieving the result you want: a baby. Eleven months of making love and taking pregnancy tests only for them to come out negative is starting to take its toll on you. You know that it can take time, but you're slowly losing faith. You just want so badly to be a mother.

"Ya aright, hunny?"

You feel Elvis' warm hand on your thigh and glance over your shoulder at him, offering a small but weak smile.

“Yeah, baby. Just…thinking is all,” you respond, not feeling up to hashing over your feelings again.

“Bout the baby?” Elvis asks and you cringe. You bite your lip to keep your eyes from watering and nod.

“It seems like I’m always thinking about that nowadays."

"It's gonna happen for us, baby. I know it will. Maybe we could...see a doctor or somethin. Maybe there's somethin we can do," he suggests.

Although you appreciate his effort, that's exactly what you're afraid of. You're terrified of the idea that something could be wrong with you, that you would need surgery or some kind of operation to fix you. You're terrified of discovering that you could never have children.

"Maybe," you reply quietly, shifting your eyes back to the window to watch as trees and barns flash alongside the car. "I'm just getting so impatient, you know? I just...I want that baby right now. And I know we're ready for it so why isn't it happening."

Elvis says nothing but reaches over to squeeze your hand. You sigh in response, closing your eyes to try and get some semblance of inner peace as your husband drives along the bumpy and winding country roads.

All of a sudden, you feel the car jerk to the left and start to roll down a long country dirt road. You snap to attention, sitting up and turning to face Elvis.

"Elvis, what's going in? This isn't the way home."

"I know, but don't you worry ya pretty lil head bout it. I'm takin you on an adventure."

A soft smile breaks across your face and you settle back into your seat. Your eyes return to the window to watch for any familiar signs. You're grateful, actually, to have something to think about other than your emotions. If there is one thing Elvis is skilled at other than singing, it's surprises. They almost always improve your mood and they're usually a lot of fun. You're completely alert now with the challenge of trying to guess what he's cooked up this time.

The sun is at its most golden angle, casting a gorgeous orange glow across the fields and farmlands that you whizz by in Elvis' flashy purple Cadillac. You must look lost with an outrageous and expensive car like that zooming through these desolate areas.

Your eyebrow quirks in curiosity as Elvis pulls up to what looks like a nice little country home. There are animals everywhere, every kind of animal you might associate with a farm. There's a big field to the left with a few brown horses swishing their tails in the air, white and black speckled cows grazing, and some chickens gathered around a bright red coup. You even catch a dog or two sprinting around the front yard, a couple of small kids chasing them around. An elderly couple are sitting on a large wraparound white porch in a couple of wooden rocking chairs. You smile at the couple as Elvis pulls into a makeshift parking spot on the gravel drive and turns the car off.

"Aright this is it," is all Elvis says before hopping out of the car and rushing around to your side.

You pop open your door and he takes it from your grasp. You climb out of the car with a confused expression resting on your face. Maybe you're here to visit some of the animals? Buy some country products like jams or eggs or veggies or something?

"What are we doing here, Elvis?" you ask. He neglects to respond and, instead, takes your hand and leads up toward the porch where the older couple are rocking slowly.

"Hi there," Elvis shouts, waving a hand at the couple. They both smile in return, the woman standing up to come and assist you.

"Welcome to Beverly Farms," she says in a voice that's deep and strong despite her old age. "What can I help y'all with today?"

You glance over at Elvis and squeeze his hand to tell him that you would like to know the answer to that question as well.

"We'd like to look at ya pups, please?" Elvis responds, gazing over at you with a toothy grin.

A big smile starts to spread across your face as you stare up into his beautiful bright blue eyes, which are extra sparkly in the gorgeous lighting. In that simple moment, you remember why you're so incredibly in love with this man.

"Alrighty, jus follow me back this way," the woman, perhaps Beverly herself, gestures toward the back of the house and begins to walk down a skinny dirty path.

As you walk around the home, you latch your hand onto Elvis' arm and pull him close to you. He leans over to press a soft kiss to your head, and you pull his fingers to your lips.

"We got a few different breeds right now, mostly retrievers and labs but a few mutts we ain't sure bout. We're runnin at about $100 per dog, without vaccinations or fixin or nothin like that. We got em separated, boys over here and girls over there."

She gestures to two pens, one pink and one blue.

"Feel free to get in there and play with em. Jus don't take any puppies our cause we don't want em escapin," she explains with a smile. "Let me know if there's anythin I can help y'all fine folks with or if ya decide on a pup you wanna take home with ya."

You smile, nod, and thank her. She turns to trudge back to the porch, leaving you and Elvis alone with the puppies.

You shoot Elvis a hug grin before rushing over to the pink pen holding the female puppies. There are a few sleeping in the shade, nestled into the grass and mud inside the pen. A few others are excitedly jumping at the wire, trying to get your attention with their tails wagging furiously. You smile and crouch down to stick your fingers through the wire and boop their tiny black snoots. Their soft golden and brown fur curls around their eyes and ears. Their puppy breath burns your nostrils, but you wouldn't change anything about them.

Elvis crouches down next to you, placing one hand on your back and the other over the top of the pen to pet some of the puppies.

"Decided on a girl, didja?" he asks and you nod.

"Girls are easier to take care of. And they're cuter," you joke before standing up and swinging your legs over the side of the pen.

As soon as you're standing inside of it, a swarm of puppies attack your legs, trying to climb up your jeans. You giggle as you reach down to pet them all. Elvis follows your lead and immediately picks up a tiny brown puppy. He lifts her up toward you, his hand circling around to support her tummy. The puppy's legs flail through the air as she tries to wiggle around to lick Elvis' face. He chuckles and sticks his lips out for a kiss. The dog’s hot pink tongue darts out, leaving nasty saliva streams everywhere. You laugh and shake your head. 

“She’s very cute but a little too excited, I think. What about this one?” you suggest, quickly bending over to lift up a little copper-colored pup with the same fur.

You rest your face against her body, hearing her poor little heartbeat racing a million miles a minute. She barely even reacts to you snatching her up to hold her in your arms.

“Nah, she’s too calm. We need an in-between dog.”

"Thank you Goldilocks," you laugh.

You feel a little overwhelmed as you try and parse through all of the fur and eyes and noses that are staring up at you. Just as you're about to reach down to pick up another puppy, you hear Elvis yelp. You whirl your head around to see that he's fallen on the ground into the mud.

He's leaning back on his elbows, getting attacked by a horde of puppies. They're running on top of his chest, under his legs, into his armpits. He's desperately trying to fight them off but isn't very successful since he's laughing so hard. You giggle at the adorable sight of your handsome husband wrestling a bunch of puppies. You briefly allow yourself to imagine that they're not puppies but children. When you sense a familiar sadness in your chest, you banish the thought. One puppy, in particular, climbs onto Elvis' chest and just lays down, her little tail swishing frantically back and forth.

“Oh! That is sooo cute,” you shout, gesturing at the puppy. “That’s the one.”

You run over to Elvis, lifting the puppy from his chest and holding her under your armpit as you use your other hand to help Elvis up. He lets a few final laughs escape his lips as he stands. He leans down to examine the puppy, holding her tiny paws in his fingers and pressing his nose to hers. She licks his skin and barks. Elvis chuckles again.

"Yeah, she's the one," Elvis agrees as he reaches to brush some mud from her little wet black nose. Her tongue immediately darts out to follow his fingers. "What should we name her?"

"How about Goldie? It matches her fur and she is our little Goldilocks puppy," you suggest and your husband's eyes light up.

He reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek, gazing into your eyes with an overwhelming sense of compassion and love. You can't help but smile and lean into his touch.

"Goldie it is. Let's go make it official so we can take her to her brand new home."

You follow him back around to the front of the house, nuzzling your face into Goldie's soft fur. You get all of the official documents signed and even purchase a small pink collar and a few toys that the Beverlys are selling. You clutch tightly onto the newest addition to the Presley family and climb into the car. You let Goldie rest on your lap and she curls up into a ball, falling asleep almost immediately. You stare down at her, already totally and completely in love, as Elvis starts the car and pulls out of the gravel drive. Your fingers gently stroke the fur on her head.

"I know this ain't exactly what ya asked for," Elvis says with a little shrug. "It ain't a baby, I mean. But while we're tryna work through whatever's wrong, I figured maybe this'd be a close second?"

You smile sweetly at him, reaching to grasp his fingers.

“She's perfect, Elvis. Thank you baby.”

He glances over at you with a handsome smile, squeezing your fingers before refocusing on the road. A few moments of silence pass before you speak up.

“I do still want a baby, though.”

“I want that too, darlin,” he agreed. “Oh no, I guess we’ll just hafta try again when we get home.”

He looks over at you and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You laugh quietly, being careful not to wake the sleeping puppy in your lap.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x Teen!reader - learning together

Hi, do you wanna write a part two of learning together? (Thomas Barrow x Teen reader) 😊 - Anon💜

Part two:

Thomas spent as much time with you as he could before he had to return to work, though most of it was sat in silence, neither of you knowing what to say.

And then you started work, and you were trying to get used to being a kitchen maid.

“No! Not those ones (Y/N)!” Mrs Patmore scolded.

You looked at her and put the dishes back, furrowing your brows a little.

“Oh Daisy you do it!”

“Yes Mrs Patmore!”

You stepped aside to watch the girl grab the right dishes and you frowned, they looked the exact same to you.

Sighing, you looked around the bustling kitchen and just left, making your way to the door you stepped outside and closed it, sitting on the little step.

Even now after two months you were still struggling to get everything right, and you didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

Nothing you did seemed right, maybe you weren’t cut out to be a kitchen maid.

Resting your arms on your legs, you stared down at your gloves hands and clenched your jaw a little bit.

“Oh (Y/N) why are you out here?”

You looked up and quickly stood up to look at Mrs Hughes.

“Nothing Mrs Hughes, I just don’t feel so well is all.”

“Oh dear, are you coming down with something?”

You shook your head a little bit.

Mrs Hughes looked at you and she sighed.

“Come with me.”

Following her back through, she took you to her sitting room, and closed the door, gesturing for you to have a seat so you did.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” She asked softly.

“It’s nothing Mrs Hughes, really…”

“I don’t quite think it’s nothing, do you? Is it anything I can help with? Perhaps I can get Thomas to come and talk with you?”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, no it’s okay. He’s busy I know he is, and with Carson a footman short he needs all the help he can get I know. I was wondering.. perhaps could I have tomorrow off?”

“Whatever for?”

You looked away.

“I want to go see my mama…”

“Oh dear, let me see what I can do for you, go ahead and get yourself some rest aright? I will be up shortly to let you know.”

“Thank you…”

You left and made your way to the stairs, stepping aside so someone could come down.

“(Y/N)?”

You flicked your eyes up at your uncle.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, fine thank you.”

You quickly rushed away and he furrowed his brows but he couldn’t chase it up any further, he was in a rush.

You sat on your bed and took a deep breath, just staring at the wall until there was a knock on your door and you stood up.

“Mrs Patmore has agreed, she believes you and I are running some errands so I must come with you if that’s alright?”

“I.. should prefer you to be there actually. Thank you.”

Mrs Hughes nodded and closed the door as she stepped into the room.

“Have you spoken to Thomas about any of this?”

You sat down and she sat down in the chair.

“No… I don’t quite think… he would understand or care if I am to be honest with you..”

“Oh of course he would care. He seems rather concerned for you. If it’s something you cannot bring up with him maybe I could on your behalf?”

“I doubt that would change much, but I suppose if you think it best.”

“I’ll have a word with him tonight, you get some rest, and come down when you are ready.”

You nodded your head.

Except you didn’t come down, you stayed up in there all evening, just sitting alone with your own thoughts.

Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea, to just sit there and rethink about that night, the night you had lost everything your entire world, your mother, your life, your sense of being and you guide in the darkness.

You tried to fight your tears, but you couldn’t, so you sat on your bed, head buried in your knees as you softly cried.

You didn’t even notice the fact the door had been opened, and Daisy had walked into the shared room.

“Oh (Y/N)…” she whispered.

She stood there a little unsure what to do.

“Daisy? What’s the matter?” Anna asked.

“It’s (Y/N), I came to bring her down for supper and.. well… I’m not sure I should now..”

She quietly closed the door and Anna frowned heavily.

“Why not?”

“She’s.. crying..”

“Go get Mrs Hughes, tell her, I will stay with (Y/N).”

Daisy nodded and rushed away, and Anna walked into your room, walking over to your bed she sat down on the edge of it facing you.

“(Y/N)…” she whispered.

“Leave me be…” you whispered.

“I can’t, not while you are like this. What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and shuffled away from her when you felt her reach out to touch your arm.

“Don’t touch me..”

“Okay, I’m sorry. We can just sit here in silence if that’s what you need.”

You said nothing and she looked to the door as it was opened and stood up to leave the room, closing the door behind her.

“What’s going on?” Mrs Hughes whispered.

“She seems rather distressed about something, she’s crying and won’t let me near her.”

“Will she not tell you what it is?” Mr Carson asked.

Anna shook her head.

“I believe I know.” Mrs Hughes sighed.

She explained to them what had gone on earlier that day, and that you seemed rather upset about it.

“Well it’s understandable, the poor girl lost her mother but is there really nothing we can do?” Mr Carson asked.

“I said I would speak to Thomas, and tomorrow we are going to visit her mother at her request.”

“Right, I’ll bring Thomas, perhaps she would be willing to talk with him.”

Mr Carson rushed away to find your uncle, and he was found stood in the drawing room serving tea.

“I apologise my lady, but I was wondering if I could take Thomas, I can serve your tea in his absence.”

“Of course Carson, but is everything alright?” Lady Cora asked.

“It’s (Y/N), Thomas’ niece my lady, she is rather distraught at the moment and no one can talk to her.”

“The girl new kitchen maid? I heard what happened and such a dreadful thing it is, how is the girl?”

“Not well I’m afraid, she does not seem to be coping very well I’m afraid.”

“I’m sure, it is a rather horrid thing.” Mrs Crawley said.

“Indeed it is.” Lady Cora nodded, “of course Thomas May go see her.”

Thomas set the tray down.

“Thank you my lady.”

Thomas rushed away, and he made his way to the end of the gentlemen’s hall, and Mrs Hughes unlocked to door to let him through.

She quickly spoke with him and showed him to your room and he carefully walked in.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered.

You looked up, wiping your tears on a handkerchief.

“Thomas..?”

Shuffled over, you sat on the edge of your bed and he walked over, sitting next to you.

“Why are you crying?”

You took a small breath.

“I… don’t think I’m suitable for this life…” you whispered.

“Is this because of Mrs Patmore? Because if it is ignore her, she’s a crabby old woman.”

You shook your head.

“It’s.. it’s everything! I cannot seem to get a single thing right, and all I do is mess it all up! And I get angry, frustrated! Then I come up here at night, or I am alone and I feel sad, and alone! All I do is dream of that night, and I cannot get it out of my head…”

You sniffled a little bit.

“I’m sorry…”

“You have every right to be angry (Y/N), you lost your mother. That is a hard thing, so if you are angry, then be angry. If you want to cry. Then cry. Nobody will think any less of you.”

You looked up at him, and your eyes welled up again.

“I don’t think I can do this…”

“You can, and you will. We can ask Daisy to help you, or Mrs Hughes if she knows how to. We can get you through this.”

You sniffled a little and nodded your head.

“I hear you’re going to visit your mother tomorrow.”

“Will you come with me?”

“You would want me to?”

You nodded your head.

“Please?”

“I have a half day, so yes, I will.”

And he did, Thomas came with you and Mrs Hughes, and they both stood back while you knelt in front of your mothers grave.

“Should you want to say your peace to her?”

“No. We were never that close.”

Mrs Hughes looked up at him.

“You aren’t upset?”

“Why should I be? I never much liked my sister husband neither and I never grieved for him. The only good thing to come of that marriage is that girl there.”

“She’s grown on you.” Mrs Hughes smiled.

“She has not.” Thomas huffed.

They stayed with you, and then took you back to Downton, and you sat in the servants hall while everyone rushed around.

Thomas came in and he sat next to you, lighting his cigarette.

“What’s going on in that head?” He asked.

You glanced at him.

“How will I live up to these expectations…? I’m tired. And I want to know how I can move on when i have lost my patience..”

“Moving on times a long time, perhaps you never will, but you also don’t need to live up to anyone’s expectations. As long as you live up to your own No one can ask for more.” He said.

You nodded your head and looked down at the table.

“Will I make her proud enough…?”

Thomas froze for a moment and he sighed, standing up, he placed a hand on your head, letting your rest your head against his side as he looked down at you.

“You have made her so incredibly proud. I may not have spoken with her much, but when I did she always told me how proud of you she was.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Uncle Thomas..?”

You titled your head to look up at him.

“When I fall will you show me how I’m supposed to get back on to my feet?”

Thomas gestured for you to stand up and you did, and he hugged you and you froze.

“Of course I will. If you fall (Y/N), I will be right behind you to pick you up again.”

You slowly hugged him back, a little bit unsure.

You began to cry again, and he put his cigarette down, holding you tightly.

“Let it all out…” he whispered.

He stood there holding you as you cried into him, and he closed his eyes, just standing there.

“You’ve been holding this in for too long, so you must let it all out now before it hurts you any longer.”

You nodded and sobbed out a small thank you to him, and he said nothing.

After a while of you just crying, you stepped back and wiped your tears on your handkerchief, and you sniffled a little bit.

“Come on.”

Thomas took your hand and took you to the door, and around the corner and you gazed at the sun set.

Standing behind you, your uncle placed his hands on your shoulders.

“We’ll watch the sunset, then afterwords, we will go into the kitchen, and Daisy will give you an explanation on everything you will need to know.”

“And if I get it wrong…?”

“Then you try again.”

You nodded your head and Thomas looked down at you before turning to the sunset.

You were a good kid, and he knew you always were a good kid, but even now you were a good kid, just trying to get through life.

You were his niece, and he needed to take responsibility for you and help you, because he realised keeping you at arms length like he did with everyone else was harder than he thought.

You needed him, you needed your uncle, and he couldn’t bare to stand there and watch you cry and struggle

#downtown abbey #downton abbey x you #downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

[singlecrow]

🦈🦋💌!!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I was going to say, ahh, well, I cheat at things and don’t write for characters I find tough to write. But I find Margaret Houlihan hard to write and have been doing her a lot lately. She’s tough because you have to keep her interior monologue straightforward: Margaret doesn’t like words, she likes action, emotion. It’s hard to keep paying attention to that.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Well if recent months indicate anything, probably Hawkeye Pierce. (probably it’s always been Hawkeye who’s my favourite!) How much fun, to write a character who loves wordplay and silliness and wit, is well-read enough that you can throw literally anything into his dialogue as a literary allusion, and can honest-to-god make a speech and capture room. He canonically speaks for paragraphs at a time and then goes silent again for pages. I love Hawkeye. I tend to write him largely in line with my own interior monologue, and no one has ever complained.

As well as him, though: Hilary Tamar. Hilary (gender unspecified) is the main character of a series of detective novels by Sarah Caudwell, which come up as a yuletide fandom every year and I love them and I love writing for Hilary in particular, but it is impossible to explain why without an example. Here is me, writing in Hilary’s voice:

“Further to your last: there is no necessity in the slightest that you return. Your postscript in particular embodied the magnitude to which you have misconstrued the situation in London. I have no doubt that the lawyers of Edinburgh and Glasgow, should there be any such, continue to have need of your expertise and a precipitate departure will neither endear them to you nor assist with matters here. I assure you that Julia is quite well. Now the charges are dispensed with she is wholly at liberty. There has been no injury to life or limb. There was a perhaps some trifling damage to the fabric of the building but the litigation arising thereof may be dealt with in camera, if one may repurpose the term, and there is no reason at all for concern.

However, if it should set your mind at rest such that you may lecture unimpeded, if I recall aright, on the Purpose and Perfidy of the English Chancery Bar, I may perhaps offer you the following account of events.”

I was particularly proud of the Purpose and Perfidy of the English Chancery Bar.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

SADNESS. No, that’s not true. Actually, it’s Star Trek and daemon AUs. I’ve done about ten Star Trek AUs, all for fandoms that aren’t an obvious fit (my favourite ones are the MASH one, the West Wing one, and the Big Bang Theory one - yes, I had a weird time in the summer of 2014 and wrote a lot of Big Bang Theory fic without ever seeing the show, it was bad, it was a bad time, but it’s a good story). The daemon AUs are fewer but just as tropey, again my fave is the MASH one but the Star Trek one is also good fun.

I also love a five-things fic and am always unhappy they’re now well out of fashion. My last two have been “four things that never happened to Jonathan Sims, and one thing that never happened to everyone else” and “five times Aziraphale attempted to tempt humanity and failed, utterly and completely, in service of God’s plan”.

(you can still ask me things!)

#mash #tma #hilary tamar #my fic

[sweetmurmss]

Ulalume

by Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul— Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll— As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole— That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere,— For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)— We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here)— Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn— As the star-dials hinted of morn— At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn— Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said: "She is warmer than Dian; She rolls through an ether of sighs— She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies— To the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes— Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust— Her pallor I strangely mistrust: Ah, hasten! —ah, let us not linger! Ah, fly! —let us fly! -for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed in the dust— In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybilic splendour is beaming With Hope and in Beauty tonight!— See!—it flickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming, That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night." Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom— And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb— By the door of a legended tomb; And I said: "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere— As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed—I journeyed down here!— That I brought a dread burden down here— On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon hath tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber— This misty mid region of Weir— Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

#edgar allan poe #October #ulalume #me #my face #selfie

[monkiebois]

Feel free to ignore this if this is spoilers, but I'm curious. How did Macaque react the first time he saw Mei’s heat stroke/sick spells from the Samadhi Fire?

theres actually very few things that are spoilers from the kids past. so i dont mind any questions about it especially since its likely gonna take another month for the ask blog to start bc of this dang comic :)

(sooooorrry lilac i stuffed this in my drafts cause this was getting long and i had to go to bed)

(im writing this when im almost done with this writing bit and ooooh boi lilac what have you done/ evil pos)

aright writing this as i finished writing this and oh boy oh boy oh boy this one needs some MUSIC

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"k-kiwi...whats wrong?" Macaque asked, his hands shaking around her small frame. She had asked to rest with him on his folding chair while he was watching Mk. she seemed tired to he hesitantly let her sit next to him only for her to crawl onto his chest and sleep there.

but something was wrong, she seemed tired but now she wouldn't respond to him, she whined as if she was having a nightmare. He checked her forehead and she was burning up.

"sh-shit mei, mei open your eyes!" Macaque was now sitting up and holding mei back with his arms, her eyes were scrunched up, her tails wrapped tightly aroun herself, her ears folded back and sweat trailed down her face unnaturally.

"Papa!" Mk rushed up to Macaque and emmediatly put his attention on Mei "wh-what do you know whats happening? Mk baby whats going on with Xiaojiao" Macaque asked, his voice wavering even more by the second.

"she needs baba! Baba said that if Mei ever got really really hot to get her to-" Suddenly Macaque scooped Mk into his arms and they dropped. Macaque gripped Mk tighter as he yelped due to the sudden fall but when Mk opened his eyes they were back inside of the house and Macaque gently set him down.

"WUKONG, WUKONG!!" macaque yelled out, grasping Mei tighter to his chest. she was hot to the touch, burning his skin through his clothing but he only held on tighter as he searched the house for the girls father.

"W U K O N G!!" He screamed one final time as he finnaly ran into Wukong with adult form Nezha right behind him.

"whats wrong plum, wha-" Wukong froze at the sight of Mei in his arms and the pure fear and panic written across his body.

"sh-she wasnt moving and wouldnt respond i-i didnt know what to do" Wukong took Mei into his arms "Mk told me to bring h-him to you"

Wukong turned to Nezha "Nezha, explain to Macaque whats happening. Ill take care of Xiaojiao" Wukong stated then turned away to leave.

Nezha watched Wukong take Mei into another room and sighed before turning back to Macaque.

Nezha noted to himself how Macaque kept his stance stiff and straight up but the way his eyes scanned across the closed door wukong was behind, how his tail twitched anxiously and his hands twitched open and closed. he was even pale.

Nezha would have found it hard to believe that the man who proclaimed he never needed anyone, that he was only here so Xiaotian wouldn't die from poor care, and that he had nothing else to do, was so genuinly concerned for his little sister if it wasn't for those telltale signs

"Mei...has the samadhi fire"

With those words what remained of Macaques cracked mask finnaly shattered, his eyes widened as he looked at Nezha.

"only a piece of it, she was born with it...which is why we cant remove it. but sometimes, since she's so young, her body cant handle its power and she overheats. wukong is trying to remove the excess magic a-"

"remove it!?! god's i knew Wukong would be shit with kids but removing the excess magic?!" Macaque suddenly snapped his entire demeaner went from scared out of his mind to angry and determined as he stormed past Nezha. Nezha tried to grab him but Macaque's arm turned to shadow and slipped through his grip.

Nezha called after macaque and followed him into Xiaojiaos room where Wukong sat on her bed with Mei in her arms.

"wukong don't you dare remove her excess magic, i swear to the god's do you have any idea what that will do to her?!" Macaque snapped almost slamming the door on Nezha before noticing him and leaving it open.

"you.stay," Macaque pointed at Nezha then turned back to wukong "you both need to hear this because apparently no one in this house understands magic!" Macaque groaned while weaving something blue between his fingers.

"Youth magic is unstable for a reason. its shaping itself. she might have fire type magic because of that ring but it needs to shape itself to Mei and her soul so that she can control it in the future." The blue within Macaques hands shaped into small glass like cubes.

"you know ice magic?" Nezha asked.

"very little, i can only make cubes that dont melt" Macaque now weaved purple through his fingers and wrapped the ice in what looked like his shadows. when he was finished a small ice pack made of no-melting ice and shadows rested in his hand. He approached Wukong who had her tail wrapped around Mei and looked about ready to cry.

Macaque hesitated but then sighed and put a hand on Wukongs cheek. "its alright, you didnt know" Macaque comforted as he kissed her forehead. he moved to Mei and shifted her arms so that h could slip the ice pack into her arms and she could hold onto it like a plush.

"has it been getting worse?"

"yes" Wukong said defeatedly.

Macaque kissed her cheek this time "taking her magic was why, but she's still young so it hasn't caused any damage" Macaque stepped away from Wukong and folded his arms "it might be rough but she needs to sit through it, if she doesnt her magic will only get more and more unstable because it cant develop. since she has the samadhi-well, a piece of it, her body and magic need to learn to live with each other and survive-"

"b-but what if it doesnt?" Nezha asked, macaque turned to him and also noticed a little curious monkey hanging onto his leg.

"it will, she has a seal on her magic right?"

"yes"

"then she'll be fine-"

"but what if she isnt, we cant soley depend on what works for everyone else. Mei has a piece of the Samadhi fire what if she gets worse no matter what we do and then her body cant handle it anymore!" Nezha snapped.

Macaque stood silently, his tail swishing as a million replies ran through his head. instead Wukong stood up and handed Mei to Macaque so she could hold Nezha .the moment Wukongs arms wrapped around the lotus prince he instinctively turned to his smaller form and Wukong had to adjust his arms to hold Lil Nezha up.

"its alright Lotus, this is whats best for Mei"

"taking her magic would only make her more unstable as she grows older, she needs the chance to develop" Macaque said shifting Xioajiao in his grip.

"we'll all be there for her, I promise," Wukong said as she scooped up Xiaotian into her arms as well.

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After that conversation Macaque made more Ice-he hated the ice, despised it. but Kiwi needed it and he was not going to deny her this comfort--and filled up a bathtub where he set her down and let her rest. the ice was colder then normal ice and the water hissed upon touching her skin but one Macaque was able to sit her down within the tub she seemd to relax. So Macaque sat on the closed toilet seat and let out a big sigh.

"thank you" Wukong said from the doorway.

"dont thank me, i just-"

"you didnt want to deal with my moping because i hurt my kid, you only helped because the kid deserved a chance, you didnt help because you actually genuinly cared....i know, i know. I think after three years of raising these kids with you ive heard all of your excuses" Wukong ranted, chuckling when Macaque turned his head away and huffed.

"say what you want, i think we both know just how much you care about these kids...and not just Mk....Xiaojiao, heh even Nezha"

Macaque didnt face Wukong, merely kept his head down as if the floor was the most interesting thing at the moment.

"god's" He finally groaned, burying his hands in his face. "what the fuck have i gotten myself into..."

Wukong blinked, then approached Macaque slowly "i cant...i cant be a parent" He sighed.

"what do you mean, Macaque youve helped me with so mu-"

"there's more to parenting than just, knowing the basics wukong!" Macaque snapped, causing wukong to flinch away the hand he was reaching out.

"i am not a good person, maybe i was back on flower fruit mountain but not anymore. that person is dead and gone and im just...im just a fucked up replacement" Macaque said, running his fingers throug the black fur on his arm.

"Maca-"

"Im selfish, im manipulative, i have hurt people for no good reason. i just wanted someone else to feel the exact same pain that i felt when i was abandoned and betrayed!" Macaque barked grasping onto the black fur on his arm.

"i cant be a parent...i cant-i cant hurt them..." Macaque's voice broke into a sob as he pulled on the black fur.

Wukong slowly approached Macaque and kneeled in front of him. Raising a hand to rest on his cheek and she pulled him forward to kiss macaques forehead.

"ive been watching you and when im not Nezha never takes his eyes off of you...in three years you havent hurt Mk or Kiwi. you love them as much as we do. we all have our flaws plums...but you care enough about those kids to change for the better" Wukong comforted as she wiped away faling tears with her thumb.

"but what...what if i fuck up." Macaque whispered, leaning into Wukongs hold.

"then own up to your mistakes and do what you can to fix them... there's no such thing as a perfect parent. But taking responsibility and growing from your mistakes is what makes a good parent" Nezha said suddenly back in his adult form and standing by the doorway. he looked between Macaque and wukong before turning away.

"...take it from someone who's had to deal with shitty parents..." Nezha finished before turning and walking away.

"i think he's finnaly warming up to you" Wukong smiled at Macaque who raised his own hand to hold Wukongs hand on his cheek and embrace the warmth of this intimate moment.

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yeah he uuuuuh, had mixed feelings.

concern, panic, fear....but because of that sudden fear his denial phase was shattered and he finally accepted that hes a dad.

#i tried writing this last night but then brain went "NOPE wanna make this big bad angst but brain not working do it tommorow #shadowpeaches #purple hyacinth #spring gardens #consequencesau💫 #six eared macaque #monkie kid macaque #macaque x wukong #lego macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong lmk #sun wukong lego monkie kid #monkie kid sun wukong #monkey king lmk #lmk monkey king #lego nezha #nezha lmk #monkie kid nezha #lmk nezha #nezha #lmk mei #mei #lmk xiaojiao #long xiaojiao #monkie kid #lmk mk #mk lego monkie kid #qi xiaotian #qi xiaotian lmk

[dakotakazansky]

Ghost • Fifteen

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,407

Kota

The next few days off came and went, we got Tate and Javy all moved in and unpacked, and it was finally Monday, our first day at Top Gun. Jake, Javy, Tate and I all walked in together, the guys first, Tate and I following them. The guys sat down in the third row on the left hand side facing the podium, Tate and I taking the second row in front of the guys. 

No sooner than we sat down we heard a loud scoffing. I turned to the right so I could see this little prick in the front row. I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to not let the scoffing get to me, but the little snot nose pipes up, "Damn since when did they allow girls to be pilots and WSO's together?" 

I felt the rubber band feeling snap in my chest and I knew I was about to raise hell. "Listen here you misogynistic piece of work.." I feel Jake's hand on my shoulder trying to stop me from starting this.

What I didn't notice was the rest of the class had filed in and our instructor was standing in the back of the room. I shrug Jake's hand off my shoulder, and my father's arrogant attitude that was passed down to me fully came out, "Well if you'd like to know, the plaque for the alternates is down in the little boys room." The sound of wincing "ooo's" and "ohh's" and even a quiet "ouch" were heard throughout the room. Our instructor wore a very proud smile on his face even though I couldn't see it.

"Well tell me how your name looks, on it when I smoke you." This asshole replies. "Oh I won't be needing to, you can tell me all about it yourself." I hear giggles and snickers erupt from various points in the room. What I wasn't expecting next was the familiar booming voice, "Aright you guys, settle it down, we got class to start." 

Just like that, the smug look I was once wearing was wiped clean off my face at the sight of Ron "Slider" Kerner, my dad's old RIO. I mutter under my breath just loud enough for my friends to hear, "Well fuck, not even 5 minutes in yet, and I've already made our first rival, and we don't even know names yet." I smack my palm against my forehead, and scrubbed my hand down my face, sinking further into my seat. I heard mockingly from Jake behind me, "I tried to stop you darlin'." I sheepishly mutter to my friends, "I'm sorry guys." 

Slider goes over the spiel of how we are the top 1% of naval aviators, and how many hops daily we'll take and what time will be spent as classroom time. He continues on about how he's going to find our limits of flying, and then break them, and mold us into even better pilots than we were before getting here. I was only partially paying attention to it all until I heard, "You're all dismissed, be out on the flight deck in 20 minutes. Ghost and," he looks down at his sheet trying to make sense of the pricks callsign "Pig? I want you both outside my office at the end of the day!" 

I think to myself, his callsign is Pig, well if the way he got that callsign was anything like how he acted earlier, it was very fitting then.

Everyone gets up to leave, to make our way towards the flight deck when I feel a strong grip on my shoulder, "Ghost can I speak with you for a moment?" I look back to see Slider's hand on my shoulder, I nod to him and look to my friends, "I'll meet up with you guys in a minute." 

Once everyone has filed out of the room and it was only Silder and I left, he pulls me into a giant hug, "Little Kazansky, like father like daughter." He says laughing to me. I hug him back, "Good to see you again Slider, I didn't hear from dad that you were a Top Gun instructor now." 

He looks down at me smirking, "I have been for quite a few years kid, actually since a few months before your 18th birthday. We didn't tell you because we knew eventually you'd show up here." He pauses for a moment, "But don't think I'll go easy on you since you're your father's kid and I've known you since you were born." 

We both laugh, "Never thought you would Slider, you know how hard it is being Ice's kid anyways?" I say questioning him, "Everyone already thinks I got where I am today because of him and not my own hard work and dedication." He nods to me, "You'll survive kid, I know you, you live off spite anyways, so keep proving them wrong." 

He pats my shoulder, "Better get out there." He says, nodding towards the flight deck, "Yeah you're right, it was great seeing you again though!" I say running out of the classroom and over to my friends. 

"What was that all about?" Javy questions once I finally approach the group. "Uhh, if you guys promise not to mention anything at all, ever" I pause as they all nod to me, "Our instructor is my dad's old RIO." They all go wide eyed, and jaws dropping at the news. "Okay guys pick your jaws up off the floor, it was just us reconnecting for a moment."

Everyone gathers in either the ready room, or is in their aircraft. Tate and I aren't scheduled yet for training in the hop yet, so we are sitting in the ready room, her talking with Javy and I'm sitting on the couch reading through one of our textbooks. 

Unfortunately for me, Jake got paired up with someone else in the class who I haven't learned the callsign or name of yet, but fortunately it allows me to just sit and read. That is until Pig comes over and smacks my textbook out of my lap. 

I bolt out of my seat, squaring up to the guy, "What the hell is your problem?" I ask angrily. "You, you're the problem." He replies. I give him the coldest most dead stare ever, if I stared any harder you'd have thought I'd kill the boy where he stood. 

"Pick it up." I said glaring at Pig. He scoffs, "No way." I cock my head slightly to the left, the sure fire you're about to be dead look, "Pick. It. Up." I watched as the hard exterior that Pig tried to hold broke, he picked up my book that he slapped out of my lap, and shoved it into my chest, before stomping away.

As I sat back down with my book back in my lap and flipping to the page I was on, I heard mumbles and murmurs throughout the room, "Damn what a cold bitch", "did you see that glare, she's gonna rule the Pacific Fleet one day", "she sure put Pig in his place easily." 

I attempted to go back to reading but was too lost in the thoughts of what just happened, how was I already his problem, do we even know each other? I also thought about the comments made from people in the room, I was so lost in thought I didn't even notice Jake had finished his hop. I felt the couch sink down to my right and felt an arm sling around my shoulder. 

"Woah Kota what's wrong?" Jake asks what seemed almost frantically. I guess I never lost the scorned glare off my face. "Huh?" I say finally leaving my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Jake asks again. 

"Javy and Tate have been over there talking this entire time," I start while pointing to our friends, "So I came over here to sit by myself and just read the textbook. Well next thing I know my textbook is being slapped off my lap and Pig is standing in front of me angrily." 

I look around the room to see where Pig is but I can't find him. I continued, "Well then he brought out the Kazansky anger," I pause Jake nodding knowing all about it from our time in the academy and when hearing stories about my dad, "So in true Kazansky fashion I commanded him to pick up my book after asking what his problem was. He said it was me. He picked up my book, shoved it into my chest and stormed off." 

I melted into Jake's side as he took in the story I just told him. "That guy is such a prick, just try not to let him get to you darlin'." Jake says rubbing my arm. I was starting to get comfortable in Jake's arms when I heard my name, my WSO and Javy get called. I thought to myself, thank god it wasn't Pig. Without thinking I kissed Jake's cheek before I got up and ran over to my plane for inspections before we got going on our hop. 

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Jake

I felt shocked for a moment, I couldn't believe Kota just kissed my cheek like it was nothing. I walk over to sit next to the radio to listen in on how their hop is going when suddenly I'm approached by Pig. "So we meet again Seresin?" I cock my head to him, "Do I know you?" I question, "and also what's your problem with Kota?" 

"Seriously don't play dumb." He replies back. "Listen man, I don't know you, I for damn sure know Kota hasn't done a thing to you. So why don't you just leave if you're going to try to pick a fight, because honestly buddy it's not going to go in your favor." I say getting quite irritated at the man that just pissed off my girl. My girl, I've never thought of Kota in such a way before, but honestly I like the way it sounds. Pig stomps off again like a toddler who just had something dangerous taken away from them for their own safety. 

I get lost in my thoughts of Kota being my girl, and what the hell Pig's deal is, that I'm fully brought out of those thoughts when I feel two small arms wrap around my waist from behind.

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Kota

I return from my hop with Javy and Tate and I run over to Jake who doesn't seem to notice we're back. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his back for a moment. "Hey Kota, how was the hop?" He asked, turning around once I released him from the hug. "Oh it went as well as it could, Slider got us all out, we definitely need to try harder." I say knitting my eyebrows together while I think of scenarios that could have been better. 

Tate comes over with Javy in tow, "Hey Kota, I saw what Pig did earlier, how about tonight we have a girls night, Jake and Javy can have a guys night, and we can just decompress from our first day at Top Gun?" I look over to Jake who nods, "That sounds like fun, I'm down." Tate gets giddy, "Okay I'll come over later to help pick out an outfit with you." I look at her confused before she says, "We're gonna go out and have a nice dinner, maybe a drink or two." I nod, "Thanks Tate that sounds nice."

The rest of the day goes by without any more confrontations. I make my way towards Slider's office and wait outside, Jake comes to find me. "Hey you want me to hang back and wait for you?" He asks. "Nah, I'll be fine, I'll meet you back at your truck." He nods, gives me a hug and then walks off towards the parking lot. 

About ten minutes later Pig walks up and leans against the wall across from me. I act like I don't notice him. Slider yells for Pig to come into his office first. Pig shoulder checks me as he walks into the office. I lean against the wall listening to Pig get yelled at. I think to myself, shit Slider is really giving it to him, I wonder what else he did to get him this mad. Must've been something before class other than his comments towards Tate and I. 

Five minutes later, Pig comes out, grumbles a "Sorry" to me and continues on walking. I hear my name called. I walk into Slider's office,  and stand at attention until he releases me. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. "Relax Kota, you're not in trouble, I just wanted to call you in here to make sure you're okay" Slider begins, "but I am going to have to tell your father about this encounter." I look at him pleading, "Slider please, no he doesn't need to know." 

Slider laughs, "Oh he's definitely going to know that his cocky arrogance has passed down to his daughter, he's so going to get a kick out of that." I chuckle, "Is that so?" Slider smirks, "Kid the last time I heard anything like that phrase come from a pilot to another was when your Dad and Maverick were facing off to show who was the best. Also are you okay after earlier, you almost crossed a line. I could see you were gonna go after him had I not stepped in. Kota, I don't want you to lose this chance." 

"Slider I promise, I'm not going to waste my chance here, it's been my dream since the Academy." I put my hand out to shake his to show I mean good on my word, and he shakes my hand. "Alright kid, if he gives you any more trouble than the two instances that happened today, let me know." I nod to Slider. "You're dismissed, see you tomorrow for class." 

I walked out of the office and met Jake at his truck, he asked me what happened, and I told him everything. We went back home where we met Tate and Javy outside our house. Tate and I went to my room to get ready, while Javy and Jake went out to the back porch for a drink. Jake and I were not ready for what would eventually become of this night.

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[brynnmclean]

I have no patience and have been gently ordered to have dinner with my siblings, so will have no more time to write this evening, so!  Here is a snippet of the beginning for the next part of the Uncorrupted Mairon AU:

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They’re halfway up the road to Tirion when Huan makes the strangest bark Írissë has ever heard and he charges on ahead toward a figure in the distance.  Írissë’s mare startles which Írissë can’t blame her for because she’s startled too—and so is Tyelko, judging by the sharp profanity he lets out and the swift swing up onto his horse’s back to chase after his dog.

It didn’t sound like a bad bark, Írissë thinks when she’s settled her horse and begun catching up.  Relief floods through her when she sees Huan enthusiastically mauling a nér with affection rather than menace.  Tyelko grasps Huan’s scruff and starts hauling him off the stranger, who stays on the ground for a moment, flat on his back and blinking up at the sky.  Írissë dismounts and offers a hand out to him while Tyelko wrestles Huan back, still swearing.

“Sorry about that,” Írissë says for all of them, trying not to laugh.  Tyelko’s ears flush when he’s embarrassed and the way she braided his silver hair back this morning means they are right on display and are as pink as Huan’s lolling tongue.  The stranger scrubs his arm over his face, cleaning off the spit-shine of a wolfhound with his sleeve, then he lets Írissë haul him up to his feet.  “He’s usually better behaved than this.  Are you all right?”

The stranger exhales a laugh, sounding winded.  Írissë automatically starts brushing him off like she would one of the other Hunters, even though a scan of his face doesn’t bring up any familiarity at all—in her defense, it had been a solid month with Lord Oromë’s Hunt and not even his Maia are precious about touch.

Also in her defense: being around Ainur so often means that she is well used to the way their power makes the small hairs on the back of her neck prickle, so it really does takes her registering the light beard on his face to realize that Huan has barreled over a Maia and not an elf in the middle of the road.

Luckily, Huan barks again before she can blurt out something ridiculous.  The wolfhound rolls over onto his back, tail thumping the ground furiously.  Tyelko puts his hands on his hips and grumbles down at the giant, overgrown puppy and then gives in and pets his belly.

“I’m all right,” the Maia tells Írissë, running a hand through his hair and then picking up a discarded pack on the ground, setting that aright, too.  His hair is a rich brown color, falling in shoulder-length, loose waves, except for a small braid along the right side of his head.  Pearlescent sea-shells catch Telperion’s light—and that’s strange to Írissë’s eyes because the beard-scruff says Aulë’s, but the shells say Ulmo’s.  The Maia turns a burnished gold gaze to Tyelko and smiles.  “Thanks for the rescue.”

#an uncorrupted mairon au #halbrand #aredhel #celegorm #and the best boy: #huan #years of the trees #rough drafts

[nancypullen]

Creeping Toward September

Shhhh. The last three days we've woken up to temperatures hovering between 58-60 and I don't want to scare it away. I know it's still August, summer is still spreading her fiery breath around, and we're a solid month away from really pleasant weather, but this sneak peek is wonderful. Our daytime highs still soar to the 80's, but I'll take that cool morning kiss and dream about fall. I haven't posted in a week! We had the sweet grandgirl for three days and had a ball. We returned her Monday afternoon and then I took Tuesday off. I didn't lift a finger. Since then I've been cranking out earrings like my life depends on it. I still need to make cards and if I have time, do some of my altered art watches. I'm working on earrings first because they require more time. First I condition and blend the clay and decide what sort of pattern or look I want, then I roll and cut, and into the oven they go. Once they're baked I do a little sanding to smooth the edges, then they get an acrylic glaze and go into my little UV machine. When they're all pretty and glossy, I drill holes and put them together with jump rings and posts. None of it is hard, but it is a bit time consuming. I am building an inventory though, and that's the goal. My plan for Artisans on the Choptank is to have one display of autumn and Halloween earrings, one display of the local high school colors, and one display of just really FUN earrings - all colors and designs. I've made several pairs in the high school colors, and right now I'm in the thick of the autumn batch.

I'm really digging the gray, gold, and white. I was actually just using up scraps when I made those, but I may make more.

I won't be charging much because I know how imperfect these are. I'm not using high end findings, I'm still a bit clumsy with the whole process, and I'm simply not a perfectionist. If anything has to be exact, I'm not your gal. But for a few bucks, surely the ladies of Caroline County would like some fun earrings. I guess I'll find out. I'm planning to post this sign at my booth.

I may also have a little sign with a "days until Christmas" countdown. It's closer than you think.

So, that's what's keeping me busy. I'm happiest when I'm creating, so it's been a good week. I can't wait to complete the earring plan and get started on the cards. I've roughed out a couple of ideas.

Come on over to my booth and buy a gift for the fancy gal in your life and a card to go with it. One stop shopping! I have the Square thing for my phone so I can swipe a card, I have appropriate displays for my wares, and I'll have this banner on the front of my table.

That's me! I think that since my first foray into the craft fair world is in September, I'll use an orange table cloth and maybe some mini pumpkins with that banner. Keep it simple, but noticeable.

I'm trying not to over invest because this may be a flop. Or I might decide that I hate sitting at a booth all day. That banner was $7, my time is free (seriously, what else am I going to do?), and my supplies are mostly inexpensive. Clay is cheap. I don't want this to become a money pit of a hobby. Hopefully I can sell enough to pay for my spot at the event. Booth space for the day is $50 and it's only four hours! I think that's steep. Maybe I'm naïve.

Aright, enough about that. You've probably fallen asleep while I yammered on about clay earrings. B-O-R-I-N-G. Sorry. Honestly, I can't share a zillion photos of the grandgirl (which is what I want to do) and there's not much else happening around here. The mister is still running far and wide doing his photo stuff. The last two evenings he was at Summerfest. That's Denton's BIG send-off to summer, celebrating harvest as well as sending the kids back to school. They don't start school until after Labor Day here (throwback to my childhood!). Anyway, at Summerfest there's a lot of good music, dancing, food, fireworks, a play area for kids with giant sides and bouncy houses, and so on. I probably should have gone, but I end up attending those sorts of things alone. That's no fun. I figured I'd stay home and use those hours to produce inventory (I was trying to avoid saying earrings again). Last year I tried to enjoy it, but I had horrible sciatica pain and I was still feeling puny from a double bout of covid. I did enjoy the music though!

Heyyyyy, speaking of pain...guess who is living practically pain-free these days? Ol' Grancy has found the perfect recipe for feeling whole again! First, movement. Walking for just 30 minutes every morning and being diligent about my stretches and some core work has made a huge difference. I'd like to get a treadmill and increase my waking time. I used to do 3.5 miles every morning and it set the tone for the rest of my day. That was before my ankle surgery. After the ankle surgery I tried so hard to maintain activity, water aerobics, Jazzercise,etc. I even had a routine before Jazzercise - ibuprofen one hour before class, after class I'd drive home with an ice wrap on my ankle and then elevate it. Stupid, huh? THEN WE MOVED. That move was when I hurt my back and the sciatica stuff started. If you want to know how much true sciatica issues hurt, brawny boxer Mike Tyson uses a wheel chair when his flairs up. So PT, stretches, and walking had reduced my pain by about half. I'm not bragging when I say that I endure pain well. That's just how I'm made. An ER nurse once called me "stoic". But that doesn't mean it's not exhausting. It takes a toll, it robs you of joy. It's no bueno. That's when someone I love and trust told me all about gummies. Let me start by saying I've never smoked pot in my life. I've never had a negative view of it, it just wasn't my thing. I've never been a drinker either, I don't care what anyone else drinks or smokes, it just wasn't for me. Do you, enjoy your life, none of my business. Maryland recently legalized marijuana, like so many other states, and people are becoming more educated about the plant, the products, and the benefits. What I knew could have fit in a teacup. I learned that medical marijuana is often used for chronic pain with great success and no side effects. I cringe at the thought of using prescription meds with a long list of possible and horrifying side effects. I was already living on a steady diet of Tylenol (not good) that only half worked. So when that dear person explained to me what she uses and how, I was intrigued. Fast forward to visiting a dispensary and telling the very helpful person at the counter, "I don't want to get high, but I'm old and I hurt." She said, "Gotcha." Because I am a lightweight with everything from alcohol to cold medicine, I tried one quarter of a gummie to start. One fourth of a CBD/THC gummie and I am a perfectly normal, not high, PAIN-FREE person! I am astounded. I knew that THC is used for people who are suffering with conditions from cancer to Lyme Disease, but I assumed that those patients were trading lucidity for relief. Maybe at higher doses they are, I don't know. Still, better than so many of the alternatives. So this plant, possibly put on Earth just for this purpose, criminalized and stigmatized (with the help of big pharma who wants your money), is the simplest solution of all. Of course, just like alcohol, there are people who abuse it. Alcohol, oxycontin, all sorts of legal things are abused. People are people. I'm just saying that 1/4 of a little gummie candy allows me to move through my day without pain and feel like myself again. No expensive, addictive drug with scary side effects - just a plant. Hallelujah. I may regret sharing that, because plenty of people will judge without researching. I'm okay with it. I know what I know. I'm not a drinker, a smoker, a pill taker, or a whiner. I'll just say that if your state has been smart enough to legalize it, and you have any sort of chronic pain, I'm happy to answer any of your questions about my experience. I'm still learning, but I can tell you that it's been a miracle for me. I'm dancing again! No foggy brain, just relief.

If anyone had told young me that old me would be chewing up pot candy, I'd have called you a damn liar. Old me is wiser, thank goodness. Alright, it's past time for me to get some chores done. I've already cleaned the bathrooms but I definitely need to water a few things outside. A couple of days ago I tidied up the gardens and hacked down about half of the spent sunflowers (because I'm pain free!). I stuck the heads into a staked planter so the yellow finches can keep enjoying them.

Once I finish outside I can get busy painting eyes on these ghosties and giving them some glitter.

Can you tell I don't use my good baking sheets for making earrings? Some eyes, some glitter, and some posts and they'll be ready to go! I'm not going to do very many cutesy earrings - just these ghosts and some pumpkins. I don't want to get too stuck on holidays, I'd rather do seasons. Anywho, wishing you a wonderful Sunday. I hope that yours is as busy or as quiet as you like. Do something that delights you, whether that's a lazy afternoon in a hammock with a book or a deep clean of your space. Take care of yourself, body and soul. It's important. Sending out loads of love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy