#i've put a lot of feet forward in my time on this earth and i've always been the starter for things and ive been rejected plenty

[mercurygray]

Hii Merc, could I please request #11. "the lover in the sky" for Fred and Brady? Thank you <3 — @shoshiwrites

Thanks for letting me take my time on this one, @shoshiwrites! I hope you don't mind Fred's having...a bit of a crisis.

There was a shiver in the air.

Fred hefted the empty coffee thermos into the back of the jeep, grateful that it had been a busy day and the thing was mostly empty. She was glad she'd thought to bring her tanker jacket, earlier - the warm one with the good zipper that fit nicely over her uniform coat. Summer was still cool, and night out on the tarmac cooler still. She'd left Ken and his crews with fresh coffee, the last of the day, and now it was time for home, and bath, and bed.

"Fred!" Lieutenant Brady's voice came up out of the rising dark. "What brings you out here?"

"Passing out the rest of the coffee. Ken said it was going to be a long night." She paused, and followed his eyes in the direction of the plane, Brady's Crash Wagon in large friendly letters on the side. (Everyone had heard that story, about how he'd brought the thing in from Greenland on no wheels, and they'd renamed it shortly after.) "I could ask you the same thing."

"Checking in on her," he said with a smile. "Looks pretty good, doesn't she?"

"I wouldn't know," Fred admitted with a good-natured shrug. "I've never been inside one." Not even for a little barnstorm, she wanted to add, before someone starting laughing about the absurdity of working at at airbase and never having actually been inside a plane. City girls don't take plane rides at county fairs - and Clubmobile women take boats to Europe.

Brady, however, wasn't laughing. "Do you want to?" he asked, sincere as anything. She snorted, and then realized he was serious, and shrugged in assent. "Are your fellows all done inside, Herb?" Brady asked, shouting under the belly towards the mechanic and his box of tools.

"It's your ship, Lieutenant," Herb said. "I'll leave the stairs out, for when you both need to come back down. You got a flashlight? It's getting mighty dark out here."

Brady waved his and Herb nodded and let them be, Brady steering her towards the tail of the plane and the hatch with its folded down stairs. "Here, you'd better take this," he said, handing over the flashlight, warm from his pocket. "Once you get up top, go along the gangway and watch your feet."

"Don't you want to go first?"

He shook his head. "Ladies first," he said, and waved her on forward.

It was dark, here in the tail of the fort, the only light the two large panels in the sides with their machine guns standing at the ready. She fumbled for a moment with the flashlight until it finally turned on, the small beam casting here and there over the inside of the plane. It felt like being inside the attic of an old house, seeing the ribs of the aircraft jutting out of the walls at regular intervals, the panel of the floor creaking as she made her way around the guns and the bubble of the turret and its enormous oxygen tank, carefully passing by a chair and radio to an even smaller gangway, and passing between an enormous empty space. "Bomb bay," she heard Brady say behind her. "Careful there, there's a step up past the turret. Go left once you're up there."

The step up was over a large opening that must have led to the nose - the light was slightly better down there. Fred hoisted herself up and tried not to move anything, flipping the flashlight off to appreciate the scene in the last bit of light from the sunset. All of this to put a piece of metal in the sky.

Brady climbed up into the right-hand seat, pleased as anything. "How on earth do you manage all of this all at once?" Fred said, trying to make sense of the buttons and switches, each with a name and label more arcane than the last.

"It's just practice," he offered, "A lot of flight hours. And there's a checklist we go through when we start - fuel levels, pumps, ignition switches. Then we pump and prime the engines and start them one by one. Put your hand here," he said, gesturing to the handle between the two seats. "When we're ready on the runway for takeoff, you'd push this forward -" his hand closed around hers on the double-handled throttle - "and away she goes."

She felt strangely powerful, her hand gripping the bar of the throttle, empowered by the feeling of his hand on top of hers. "So," he said. "What do you think?"

Fred looked out the windows once more. Around them the airfield was deep orange and purple, the sun nearly finished setting over the distant tops of the trees. They weren't all that high up, here in the cockpit, but it was still somehow both wonderful and strange to see the field from this height, and pick out the lights just starting to come on in the distance, the pairs of headlights winking and swerving out of the gates.

"Amazing," she said, her voice full of emotions she didn't know she had. All of this could go up into the sky, and fly and fight and come back down again. Day after day, week after week. Hundreds of men, in hundreds of planes, all of it part of one vast, uncountable effort, beautiful and yet terrible in its beauty.

She looked over at Brady, sitting sideways in the copilot's seat, one foot dangling over the door below, and didn't even have time to think about what was happening before he'd leaned over and kissed her right in the middle of her laughing lips.

Time stopped for a moment, and for a bare second it was only the two of them in the dark, breathing together, lips warm.

"You look so pretty now," he offered, almost breathless. And then his smile fell, and the light went out of his eyes. "Fred, please, say something."

There was pressure behind her temples, a high whine between her ears, a magneto that wasn't powering on. Words failed to connect. "…I think I need to leave."

She didn't quite know where she was going - she'd left the flashlight up front with him. She stumbled down out of the cockpit, taking the easiest route out and launching herself out of the pilot's door onto the dark ground below, the asphalt jarring her knees and eating into her hands.

Somewhere behind her she heard him call her name in the dark, but she was starting the jeep and fumbling it into first, hands shaking against the wheel and feeling like her whole heart was about to burst in her chest the same way she had in the cockpit, filled to the brim with the thought of all that love and all those lovers in the sky.

Her heart was still pounding when she parked and made her way back to the Clubmobile, leaning her forehead against its smooth, safe metal side. It's against the rules. This is against the rules. He kissed me. John Brady kissed me.

And the loudest, strongest thought of all - no one told us at training what to do when you don't know if you don't mind.

#asked and answered #shoshiwrites #tds cinematic universe #freda torvaldsen #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #john brady x oc #masters of the air oc

[supercap2319]

"Dance with me."

Y/N turned to see Ikaris smiling at him, hand stretched out. Behind him the throng of people were dancing to the beat of the music. Something fast and catchy. Definitely something to get people moving on the dance floor. The only ones sticking out like sore thumbs were Y/N and Ikaris. The Eternal has a warm smile on his face.

Y/N was no stranger to the Eternals. They have been on earth for 7000 years. In secret of course, to preserve humanity from the Deviants, and all that they stood for. So, it was kind of surprising to see Ikaris here. The Eternal who betrayed his family and tried to destroy the world for the rise of a Celestial, was currently standing in front of Y/N.

"Hello, Ikaris."

"Y/N. How about that dance?"

"No, thanks. Dancing Isn't exactly my forte." Y/N admits. "I've got two left feet."

"I can teach you. You here by yourself?" Ikaris asked, eyebrows raised.

"Umm… no. Steve and Bucky are here somewhere. And I was just over here–"

"–What? Guarding the bathroom door?"

Y/N tried not to roll his eyes at that. "Funny. I just came here to watch them. They didn't exactly have stuff like this back in the day."

"Neither did I, and I'm perfectly fine by myself." Ikaris countered.

"Why are you here?"

"DJ. I'm DJing at this club."

"Why aren't you doing it then?" Y/N asked.

"Done for the night. Now, I'm going to drink and dance the night away. All I need is a partner in crime. Interested?" Ikaris offered his hand once again for Y/N to take.

"Why me? I'm sure you have a lot of other people who you could dance with."

"True. But you're more fun. Unless you're scared?" Ikaris winked.

"I'm not scared." Y/N huffed. "I just…"

"You can't dance can you?" Ikaris teased.

"Shut up!" The younger male growls.

Ikaris pays him no mind as he gets into his space and puts his hands on his hips and pulls him close as Houdini by Dua Lipa plays on the speakers. Time is passin' like a solar eclipse

See you watchin' and you blow me a kiss

It's your moment, baby, don't let it slip Come in closer, are you readin' my lips? Ikaris chose that exact moment to lick his lips and innocently bite them as Y/N looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing? This is touching without consent."

Ikaris rolled his eyes as he pushed their hips together and slowly gyrated them. "Oh, please. Don't start with that crap. I'm just having fun. Loosen up."

"I am loose."

"Oh, I'm sure you are." Ikaris smiled filthy.

"And we're done." Y/N tried to get away, but Ikaris pulled him back. "Look, I'm sorry. Please? Just one dance?"

He looks like a lost puppy dog with his salt and pepper hair and blue eyes. Damn him. Y/N sighed. "Okay, fine." He grabbed Ikaris's own hips and started to sway to the beat of the song. I come and I go. Tell me all the ways you need me. I'm not here for long.Catch me or I go Houdini.I come and I go. Prove you got the right to please me. Everybody knows. I'm not here for long. Catch me or I go Houdini.

Y/N puts his hands around Ikaris's neck and brings them both closer together as the Eternal's eyes flash gold and Y/N surged forward and kissed him. Mixing fingers inside his hair as Ikaris bites back with his own kiss.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #ikaris x reader #ikaris x male reader #Ikaris #eternals #mcu eternals #richard madden #Richard Madden x male reader

[sarawritestories]

You Found Me

Harry Wells x Fem Reader Feat Oliver Queen

Alright @yetanotherwells hopefully the tag works!

A/N: Ever since the Arrow episode of season 9 aired, this story has been in my head, not wanting to leave, and i wanted to share. That being said: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 9 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Also, this is my first story im sharing on here, and i would greatly appreciate any feedback!

Content Warning ⚠️: brief talk of grief, little bit of angst, and a whole lot of fluff

Summary: With the return of Oliver Queen, Y/N begins to think of all the other people who she lost at the hands of crisis. Oliver then gives her a precious gift before he has to leave.

The West-Allen household was set ablaze with chatter, laughter, and clinking of drinks to celebrate the return of Oliver Queen, even if it's a temporary return. Barry was out making sure that Ramsey got to Iron Heights with no problems. Y/N sat by the fireplace observing the joy and happiness of all her friends, especially Oliver.

She was elated to see her oldest friend. Though with every happy memory and joyous moment she had that night, a somber thought or memory would take its place. She began to fall deeper in her thoughts, spinning the diamond ring on her finger, her mind trailed to the Grumpy Scientist that put it on said finger.

"I know that look," Oliver's voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he took a seat next to her. "Where did you go?"

Y/N gave a small smile, "I'm happy to see you, Ollie, I've missed you."

Olivrr reciprocated the smile and nudged her shoulder with his, "I've been keeping an eye on you, so much so, I want to thank you." Y/N furrowed her brows, and his smile wavered only for a moment. "For keeping Felicity company and taking care of her. I miss you both often, but affection is not going to make me forget my question." He grabbed her hand, "Talk to me, Y/N."

She released a sigh, "Good to know you're still insufferable." They both laughed, "i am happy you're here. It's just when i see you that i can't help but think of all the other people i lost due to crisis." She glanced down to her wedding rings, tears pooling in her eyes.

Oliver followed her gaze and gave a nod of understanding, "Harry," she nodded as Oliver pulled her into an embrace. Tears began to streak Y/N's cheeks.

"Ollie, every day feels like my heart has a hole that keeps growing that might swallow me whole." She sniffled, "I never even got to say goodbye to him."

Oliver rubbed soothing circles with his thumb to comfort his grieving friend. Then, an idea struck him. He pulled away from the embrace as Y/N wiped her tears from her face. "I've interfered plenty with the multiverse tonight, but i have one more thing to do," he rose to his feet.

Y/N gave him a confused look, "What does that mean?"

Oliver held out his hand that she took cautiously. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, causing her eyes to widen. He pulled away, still holding her hand, "That's all i can tell you, unfortunately, but maybe this could bring you some peace."

Excitement and nerves bubbled over as she gave the former vigilante a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Oliver, Im going to miss you!"

Oliver smiled as Y/N made her way toward the exit, "I'll miss you too, Y/N."

~2 hours later~

The breach opened, and Y/N stepped out onto the parking lot. Though the place was familiar, there were parts that were new to her. As she faced the building of the parking lot she was standing in, she gasped. Wasting no time, she ran into Earth 2's S.T.A.R Labs.

Walking in, she became overwhelmed with senses. The most potent being the familiar smell of him. A rush of memories hit her, the first time they met in the cortex at Earth 1, their first kiss, their first date. Before she drowned in the sea of memories, she pressed forward toward the elevator.

Y/N pulse began to beat rapidly as she approached the second level. She smoothed out her knee-length dress to remove some of the persperation on her hands. The doors opened, and the office was just how she left it. Everything looked in place and the same.

Cautiously, she walked up to his desk, papers with his handwriting cluttered the desk. She grabbed the frame that was on his desk. Fresh tears blurred her vision of her, and Jessie kissing both of his cheeks in front of a christmas tree from the West Christmas party. "I miss you so much, Harry," she put the picture back on the desk.

"I've missed you too, Princess." The familiar voice caused the young hero to straighten her spine. She turned around, and her eyes met Harry's crystal blue ones.

"Harrison," Y/N whispered under her breath, a rare moment where she called him by his full name. His hair was shorter, clean shaven at the sides with his curls up top, and he was in a suit with a full smile on his face. He was even more handsome than she remembered.

He rubbed his hands together nervously. "I know you may have a lot of-" he couldn't finish the sentence as she leaped into his arms, burying her face in his neck. Harry returned her embrace his hand held the back of her head.

"You're real," she whispered.

He chuckled, "I'm real, Princess," he pulled away to face her again and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.

"I don't know how this is possible. I knew that the multiverse was being restored, but I didn't think that it would restore the people." She stepped out of his grasp and was speaking a million words per minute. "What about your intelligence did that come back? What about the council? Jessie?"

Harry stepped in front of his wife and cupped her face in his hands, "Y/N, can I kiss my wife now?"

Y/N smiled and nodded. Harry pressed his lips on hers. He tilted her head to deepen the kiss. After a few moments, they separated for air, and he grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. "Tell me something, how did you know where to find me?" He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her back against his front as the sun began to set.

In the distance, Y/N saw a hooded figure in green, who gave her a nod before disappearing. "I had some help from an old friend." Harry kissed the top of her head as they watched the sunset on Earth-2.

#harrison wells #harry wells #the flash cw #harrison wells x reader #harry wells x reader #the flash #the flash fanfiction

[madderruz]

thank u for postin wips of ya falin cosplay i been wanting to do her for so long but had no idea where to even start, actively taking notes as you make it!

amazing work cant wait to see how it all turns out

Absolutely I'm glad to help!! Here's some detail stuff that isn't really clear from the photos:

-the shirt that I'm wearing is actually a shirt and a shrug. The shrug is a stretchy knit fabric that I glued probably close to 800 real feathers on. Initially I used that quick dry fabric glue and it worked for some of them, but going forward I think I'm gonna switch to hot glue, just because it does have to move a lot in the process of putting it on.

The other shirt is a layer of power mesh sewed to a lace back (I decided to do lace for the back because in a lot of references theres feathers but you can also see her musculature like shoulder blades etc. So I figured something lacy and see thru would work best there.) And then theres a feather ish fabric sewn to the power mesh on the front. Keeping the brood patch visible was very important to me, but I don't want my stomach hanging out, hence the mesh.

The reason I did a shirt and a shrug instead of just a long sleeve shirt is because, if necessary, the shrug is there to hide any sort of harnessing that may be needed to keep the body (the centaur ass as I call it) level. It's not clear if I'll actually Need the harness because the body and the back legs are being made in a way that they'll just kinda roll across the ground as they move. The original plan was to have them completely articulated, but with the weight of it all its just not possible.

- if you do make this and need to make the digitigrade pants, MAKE A DUCT TAPE DUMMY to get your pattern!! If every fursuit maker on earth does it YOU DO IT TOO. I didn't do it and trying to get the pattern off of that myself was a maaajor pain.

- the stilts are flashy, they're the major thing people notice, but they are NOT without risk and need for training. The ones I have I made myself with dad's help following a build log from Willow Creative and a buunch of other videos, instructables, etc. There's a lot of ways to do them. I used aluminum slats, but wood is a cheaper, easier to work with choice, and there are many videos and tutorials for how to do it with wood.

The way that mine are built, with the toe stop, there is quite a bit of pressure on the front of your foot. If you have experience with high heels you'll probably have a better time than me. I've walked on the fronts of my feet forever, and I regularly roller blade, and even then after about 20 minutes my feet will start to ache. I'm hoping if I work with them like any other exercise they'll get easier, but who knows. I'd definitely say if you Want the look but without the hassle, look into pure digitigrade padding and fursuiting. It's still a hassle just in a different way lol.

Thank you once again!! There's a lot of ways to do these, and you could even make one in a way where all of its on your body (like wings with a shoulder harness, tail with a belt), or I've seen some where it was more translated to a dress....it's all cosplay! It's for fun! I'm a crazy person and making this for a contest so keep that in mind lol!! If you do ever make yours, send it to me!!!!

One last thing, if you have a cosgear account, I'm on there at Maltrock !!

#asks #thabks for letting me talk your ear off lol

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 22: Worthwhile Confrontation

Summary: A rough encounter at the market leaves Loki feeling guilty.

Word Count: 2,896

Author's Note: Some cursing in this one. I realized we haven't had any cursing in this story so I thought I should mention it.

Masterlist

Loki had been attending the market with you in the past weeks. Today, unfortunately, his princely duties took priority. He and Thor were meeting with Brynjar and some Midgardian journalist. An Æsir crafter was joining the market in town, and this was seen as the ideal opportunity for the press to do a feel-good piece about the progress of the Asgardian refugees. Loki had not been terribly keen on the notion, especially the idea of him participating, but Thor assured him this would reinforce the support for the Æsir building their community here, as well as allowing Loki to be a part of it. Thus, the afternoon found Thor and Loki dressed in their traditional Asgardian garb as they walked into town.

Brynjar, the stout grey official, was waiting outside the city hall. He smiled brightly. "Thor! Good morning!" He shook Thor's hand before turning to Loki. "Loki, it is good to see you again." It wasn't a lie. Loki restrained his surprise as he shook his hand. "And you as well." "Come, come, they're already inside and we can get started." He was bubbling with excitement as he opened the door.

The interviewer seemed a little star-struck to be speaking to Thor, but was generally pleasant. The brothers spoke about how grateful they were to find a place to rebuild on Earth. How kind and accommodating the locals had been. How much progress had been made and plans for the future. A photographer took some photos of the gods with Brynjar, first at the city hall, then again at the market, where they met with the Asgardian vendor. They took a quote from him about how well his first day had gone.

The press took their leave, and Brynjar and the brothers meandered through the market. By the time they reached your booth the day was coming to an end, vendors were beginning to pack up and customers were gradually drifting towards the exits. Khadija was on her way out, Thor was disappointed to find that Hani didn't attend today. Brynjar mentioned a particular vendor he wanted to introduce Thor to. Loki lingered in front of your booth as they ambled away.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the corner post while you were packing away your wares, sleeves once again pushed up to your elbows. "Quite a lot left over today. Did you really fare so poorly without me?" "Strangely, this was the best day I've had in weeks. Maybe it was because I had fewer distractions." "No, truly, I'm concerned." His brows were knitted in feigned worry. "Will you be alright, financially? We may be able to arrange a loan...." "You might have a point. If I can't put food on my table, you and Thor might starve to death." You grinned. He broke character with a smirk. "Well-"

"YOU!" An enraged shout cut him off. Loki straightened and looked down the aisle of stalls. A large man stood at a distance with tight shoulders and balled fists. He continued shouting as he began stalking toward Loki. "You son of a bitch! I'd heard you were here but I didn't believe it!"

He was speaking English. His accent sounded like it was from America. No. Loki realized as cold dread washed over him: His accent was from New York.

Loki squared his shoulders and kept a calm expression as the man hurled expletives and stomped forward, red-faced. He was running through scenarios to avoid a physical confrontation. Then a figure stepped between him and the charging man. It was you.

You stood with your feet planted firmly and your head up, staring down the stranger. The man slowed his advance. "What the fuck is this?" "BACK OFF!" You shouted in response.

You shouldn't be doing this was all Loki could think as he watched you confront this man who outmatched you in every dimension. The man spewed vulgarities at you and Loki was startled by the ferocity in your voice when you replied. Ash was by your side, hackles raised, but the stranger didn't seem to take notice as he began forward again, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. Loki grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you back while raising a shield of seiðr between you and the would-be assailant.

"You fucking coward! Hiding behind little girls like it'll save you?" The fool actually struck against the wall of magic. You flinched. "Come over here! Come take the beating you deserve!" "You're a fucking idiot!" You yelled back at him on Loki's behalf. "Back off! Go home!" Loki pulled you back another step, despite the fact that the seiðr was in no danger of giving way. The man's temper flared at your response. "You bitch! I should-"

"Is there a problem here?" Thor appeared, calmly striding into view. The man immediately deflated at the sight of the Avenger in his full regalia. "He... he shouldn't be here." Thor nodded, glancing at Loki before returning to the man. "I understand your concern. Come, let us take a walk." He motioned for the man to join him as he began walking. The stranger gave Loki one more resentful look over his shoulder before reluctantly allowing Thor to lead him away from your booth, back the way he had come.

Loki spoke your name and dropped the seiðr. You didn't respond. He circled around in front of you. Your eyes were fixed in the distance, watching them leave. You let out a slow, shaky breath and Loki could now see that your pupils were constricted. You had been terrified. Guilt sank its teeth into his heart. He set his jaw and wordlessly put an arm around your shoulders, leading you back behind your booth. You let him, and when he gently pressed you to sit down onto one of your crates you allowed that as well, placing your hands in your lap. Naturally, Ash was glued to your side.

Loki noticed you absentmindedly tracing your scar with your fingers while you watched the ground. He wondered if you knew you did that. This was not the time to ask. Instead he knelt down and stilled your hands by taking both of them in his. You didn't make eye contact but he was reassured by the fact that you didn't pull away. He looked up at you and couldn't stop the frown that drew across his face as he observed the state you were in. This was his fault.

"I'm fine." You offered. It wasn't true. "You shouldn't have done that." He tried to keep his tone soft, but bitterness still crept in. "He was going to attack you." Your voice was quiet and your eyes seemed to look anywhere but his face. "He's a mortal. He couldn't have caused me any harm." "Yeah, but what would the headlines have said?"

That gave him pause. It was an aspect he hadn't considered. Even if he hadn't thrown a single punch, "Loki of Asgard in a physical altercation with a human" was a story that could easily be twisted to his detriment. There were plenty of people who would love to tell that story, he was sure. "Two humans in a yelling match", on the other hand, wasn't even remotely noteworthy.

"I suppose you have a point." He admitted. "When are you going to realize that I'm always right?" You looked at him now, with just the edge of playfulness returning to your voice. "I wouldn't say you're always right. Perhaps half the time. At best." He smirked and squeezed your hands before he released them and stood. "It's definitely more than half the time." You spoke mostly to Ash, who had now placed his head in your lap.

There were still a few items out on display, Loki began packing them away. "You don't have to do that, I can get them." "I can say with complete confidence that, for today, you have done quite enough."

You didn't fight him on it. He finished packing up your wares as Thor approached the back of your booth, placing a concerned hand on your shoulder.

Thor looked at you, then to Loki. "Is everything alright?" "I'm fine." You repeated. It still wasn't true. Thor looked to Loki skeptically. Loki put on a nonchalant tone. "The poor mortal has been overwhelmed without my assistance today. Just entirely lost." "It's true." You smiled weakly. "I'm completely useless." "I think it's only right that I help her pack her things home." Thor gave him an understanding nod. "Very well. Do you need my assistance?" "No, I think we have things well in hand now that I'm here." You scoffed a laugh. "I suppose, then, that I'll see you at home." Thor gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, then left.

"Shall I go fetch Breidr, then?" It wasn't actually a question. "I'm okay. I can go get him." You put all the confidence in your voice but Loki could see the uncertainty in your eyes as you looked out toward the market. "Darling, you've already admitted to being completely useless. There's no sense in putting on airs now." Every flimsy laugh he pulled from you felt like a victory.

He left you at the booth with Ash. As the distance grew between him and you, his confidence flagged. He found himself nervously watching every movement nearby. He couldn't afford to step into another confrontation. Eventually, he simply decided to wear another face. It was a nondescript human that led Breidr back around the market. He dropped the disguise as he drew close to your stall. You were sitting on the ground now, hugging Ash close to you, your face buried in his neck. Perhaps he shouldn't have left you there. Loki made a show of being very focused on the horse as he approached, giving you plenty of time to hear him before he saw you, and by the time he brought the wagon level with the booth you had stood and straightened and made yourself presentable.

He packed the wagon and allowed you to help to a certain extent. Being busy seemed to ease your mind. Soon he was sitting on the bench seat with you and Ash and Breidr was slowly drawing the wagon home.

The ride was quiet, which gave Loki the space he needed to wallow in his guilt. He had put you in that situation. His presence at your booth, his presence in this timeline, had caused you this grief. He looked at you, with your eyes still distant, and couldn't help but feel shame. If ever there was a sign that he did not belong here, it was seeing someone like you suffer for his sake. He did his best not to wear these thoughts on his face. You would be sure to console him instead, which was the last thing he deserved.

The wagon was stowed and Breidr set loose in the field. After the work was done you drifted over to the low stone wall on the far side of your property, away from the road. You looked out over the hills, the glinting sea visible in the dwindling sunlight. You had pulled your sleeves down, either from the bite of the cold or because your activity no longer called for it. You still didn't speak as you leaned forward against the wall. Loki needed to say something.

He stood next to you and cleared his throat. "Thank you, for putting yourself in harm's way on my behalf. Even if it was terribly foolish." "I didn't put myself in harm's way." You looked up at him with a slight smile. "I knew you wouldn't let him hurt me." That was true, he wouldn't have allowed it. "Regardless. I shouldn't have put you in that position. I apologize." "You didn't put in that position." You said it sternly, you were finally starting to sound like yourself. "The guy who decided to deal with his feelings by attempting to fistfight a god put me in that position." "I caused the situation." He struggled to keep his frustration contained. After a moment he let slip, "I shouldn't be here." You frowned. "You have just as much right to be here as anyone else." "That's just it, I don't." Loki lost his grasp. "I don't belong here. Fundamentally, I am not meant to be here." You scowled and crossed your arms. "That's bullshit." Loki sighed and looked out over the hills, at this world he had selfishly thrust himself upon. "You don't understand." "So explain it." Loki looked at you with a mix of frustration and fondness. "You wouldn't believe me if I did." "You would be surprised."

Perhaps it was the challenge, perhaps he wanted to prove a point, or perhaps he simply needed to say it to someone in this moment, but Loki found himself telling you everything. Taking the Tesseract in New York, the TVA, He Who Remains, the timelines breaking free, and finally his coming to this particular branch of the multiverse. He was surprised that you seemed to accept everything he said. Even the alligator. You listened quietly, nodding, occasionally asking a question, but never seemed to doubt.

When he was finished, you stood against the wall with your arms crossed over yourself biting your lip in thought. The sun had dropped below the horizon, as it did earlier and earlier this time of year, but the sky was still illuminated by the remnants of twilight.

"Thor, our Thor here, he watched his brother die?" You looked up at him, wearing an expression of pained sympathy. "Yes. Then I intruded into his world instead." Loki said grimly. "When I said I'm not meant to be here I wasn't being poetic. I was speaking literally." "Loki." Your voice was sharp, it startled him. "You've lost someone you loved before. Yes?" One face immediately filled his mind. "Yes. Yes of course." "Is there anything you wouldn't give to have them back?" "I- I suppose not." "Just because someone took you from where you were, it doesn't mean you aren't meant to be here." Those words struck him deeper than you could know. You shook your head in disbelief. "You came here and brought Thor his brother. That's more than enough. You belong here, if for no other reason than that." You wrapped your arms closer around yourself. "I won't speak for you, but having some asshole yell at me for a minute is definitely worth that." He breathed a quiet laugh. "I suppose if it's framed that way...."

Silence stretched between you for a moment. He looked at you and noticed you were straining. Practically fighting against yourself, your arms grasping tightly at one another. He realized what it was. You were holding yourself back. He briefly watched you with amusement. He was in your debt, to be certain. At least, that's what he told himself was the reason for what he did next.

"Alright, enough if that." He straightened from the wall and stood to face you, opening his arms. Your eyes widened. "Loki, you don't have to-" "Nonsense. I can see your turmoil. You're on the verge of hurting yourself with the strain. Besides, it's the least that I owe you for today." "Really, it's okay-" He rolled his eyes. "Stubborn mortal."

He took you by the shoulder and pulled you into an embrace. Your reluctance vanished and you wrapped your arms around him in return. You squeezed him and sighed, and he could feel your tension release. A weight was lifted from him as well, he hadn't even been aware it was there.

You stepped back with a sheepish smile. "Thanks." He leaned back against wall. "No trouble. I'm quite used to women being unable to keep their hands off me."

Your laugh was bright, and the sound brought him a second wave of relief. You wore a smile as you looked out over the hills again. The dark had crept in, the sea was now only discernible by the lights of passing ships.

"I'm glad you came here. Even if there are some humans who aren't." Loki hummed. "When I first arrived, I had intended to avoid all such nonsense by simply remaining sequestered for a hundred years, waiting for Midgard to forget me." "Well, I'm happy you didn't stick to that plan. I'd be long gone by then." It was a mere statement of fact, an obvious consequence of your mortality which Loki was well aware of. He wondered why it stirred a flash of panic in his chest. "Yes. Also, could you imagine? An entire century with only Thor for company?" You laughed. "Stop it!" You tried to quell a shiver, then nodded toward your house. "Come on. There's probably something in the kitchen we can eat." He and Ash followed as you started toward the cottage. "You know, I've always liked the idea of the multiverse." You looked back at him. "How many versions of me so you think got the chance to meet you?" He smirked. "Only the lucky ones." You rolled your eyes. "Fine. How many versions of you do you think I convinced to be my friend?" You opened the door, bathing the both of you in the warm light of your kitchen.

His smile softened as he repeated, "Only the lucky ones."

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#loki #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki & thor #slow burn #loki mcu #loki fanfiction #mcu loki #no y/n #reader insert

[actual-bill-potts]

hi! i just wanted to drop by and say, i think your last prompt fic rewired the chemistry in my brain. i've been rotating that interaction between finarfin and olwe in my mind for hours now. that's probably the best take i saw on them & and on why finarfin didn't return immediately after the first kinslaying. that was amazing and your writing is wonderful

also i'm in love with your "and all our towers cast down" fic, with your portrayal of finrod and his trauma, it's honestly fascinating

hope you're having a good day/night <3

omg tysm for this incredibly kind message!!!! it literally made my entire day. tbh i didn't expect much of a response to that ficlet bc it was such a struggle to write - Aegnor and Angrod are not characters I think about often and Alqualondë is so odd narratively to me bc it feels like it should be a major turning point for everyone but it kind of...isn't? So this was my best attempt at making it make sense in my own mind. I need to write a full meta post on the subject soon haha to put my thoughts in order. I'm so glad you liked it!! Though I don't really write about them much, Olwë and Finarfin are such interesting characters to me so I'm glad they came through properly.

And thank u so so much!! i have absolutely adored writing towers, it's so much fun to explore the character dynamics and really dive into leithian and make everyone's choices make more sense in my own brain. in my mind finrod's death is really what sealed the doom of nirnaeth, cuz politically fingon lost so much with finrod. so i am really looking forward to exploring the ramifications of his survival and how the events of tol-in-gaurhoth affected him. i really see his role in leithian as him finally snapping and being like I'm going to help this person I love no matter the cost. I've always headcanoned that a big part of the reason he went to middle earth was to support both the nolofinwions and his own people who loved feanor. and in middle-earth he's had to make the hard pragmatic choice so many times, between splitting from turgon pretty much forever, letting his brothers go to the front lines, sending balan's people to the front lines, constantly smoothing things over between the Fëanorions, the nolofinwions, the doriathrim, the bëorians, and the laiquendi, and at the point of leithian he's just seen so much of that work burst into flames around him and he basically pulls a fingolfin. he's like fuck what happens to me, fuck what happens to my kingdom: thingol is insane, two of my brothers are dead, pretty much all of balan's people that i worked so hard to help are dead except this one guy who is determined to go on a suicide mission. so im gonna help balan's descendant and no one can stop me.

But now he's survived and he's going to have to reckon with...all of that...with fingon who just lost his father to a similar impulse, and with orodreth, and with himself. and of course sauron's mind games didn't help him any. so he's in a pretty bad headspace right now and is going to have to deal with a lot of the losses he's just been shoving away and not looking at up until now.

Anyway sorry for the ramble! I'm just very passionate abt this project lol.

Also, I know you like Finarfin, and this ask made literally my whole entire day, so here's a Finarfin+Finrod snippet for you! I hope you enjoy <3

That morning, Arafinwë's eldest son does not so much walk into the dining room as swim. He is encased in layers upon layers of swishing fabric that billow before and after him, making it necessary to sway carefully to avoid tripping; his hair, loosed and straightened, falls nearly to his feet, and keeps tangling about his knees; and he looks inordinately proud of himself.

Arafinwë glances at Eärwen in bewilderment, wondering if wardrobe-related madness is a symptom among the Returned that he has forgotten about. She looks just as confused as he feels, if significantly more amused.

"Good morning, Finrod!" he says aloud. "Er - is there a special occasion?"

Finrod moves carefully to his chair, then sweeps his massive skirts behind him, swiftly moves the chair out, and sinks into it with a whoosh. He looks up cheerfully.

"Good morning, Atya, Ammë!" he says, beaming. "No special occasion - this is cultural. It is the latest in Vanyarin fashion!"

"Is it?" Arafinwë asks weakly. "It seems - difficult to move in."

"Oh, yes," Finrod responds, grinning even wider. The effect, in conjunction with the sparkling, billowing skirts and tangled hair, is nearly blinding. "That's the point, you see! It is intended to emulate the care with which the Valar must move, encased in the forms they take to walk among us. I thought the idea was fascinating. And the fabrics they use are so beautiful!"

"Ah - that is indeed interesting," Arafinwë responds, wondering who among his mother's people he will have to take aside later for a quick word on not telling Finrod about Vanyar fads. "Surely it is not intended to go out in...?"

"Oh, but of course it is!" Finrod says. "I plan to go out to market as soon as we are done breakfasting, to experience the full effect. Would you like to come? It could be quite interesting."

"Alas, your mother and I must hold court soon after breakfast, and cannot join," Arafinwë says without much regret.

"You must tell us about the experience, though!" Eärwen chimes in, sounding as if she is suppressing laughter.

"Ah, very well," Finrod says cheerfully; and after he has breakfasted he does indeed rise carefully - barely snatching his garment away from the remnants of jelly on his plate before it can be stained - and swim out of the room.

Eärwen and Arafinwë look at each other and burst into laughter.

"The skirts!" Eärwen gasps, "The folds! It will take him an hour to exit the palace!"

"Oh dear," Arafinwë says at last, wiping his eyes. "Oh dear. Was he like this before?"

"He was!" Eärwen exclaims. "Do you remember, he used to creep into your father's closet and try on his best robes? Then he would swan about the halls, trying not to trip."

"I had forgotten," Arafinwë admits, a smile curving his lips, "but you are quite right. He always did love beautiful clothing. I only hope that his pursuit of high Vanyarin fashion will not send him home with a broken collarbone."

"It is so good to have our son home," Eärwen says abruptly. "Our children gave me such joy. I had nearly forgotten."

Arafinwë reaches across the table to take her hand. "It is," he agrees. The image of Finrod leaving the room, having to angle his hips to fit through the door and bundling his hair about himself so as not to trip, floats across his mind and he chuckles again. "Do you remember when bustles were all the rage, and Artanis got caught on a turn of the stairway? She was furious."

Eärwen's laughter is a welcome peal, more light of heart than he had heard in years. "As I recall, it was Finrod who convinced her of their merits in the first place."

"She did not take his advice on fashion again, after that!" Arafinwë agrees. He cannot stop smiling as he begins to gather up the breakfast things and neaten his own robes. It feels as if his heart is singing within him: Our son is home. He is home. He is home!

#my writing #finarfin #earwen #finrod #silm fic #nice people saying nice things #the silmarillion

[deepslumbrrr]

“In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.”

If you're like me, then you too spend a lot of time thinking about 16th Century sculptor and painter Michaelangelo.

It's okay. You can admit it. This is a safe space. I'll be the first to admit I think about Michaelangelo at least three times out of every week—and for good reason! You see...

Stephen King once said that writing a story is like being an archaeologist.

You use the tools of your craft to unearth something truly special, careful not to damage or break apart the greater whole.

Sometimes, you find a little seashell, preserved just for you, as if it was waiting all along for you to put it against your ear. To hear the rising swells of the ocean; the vast, indefinite blue.

Sometimes, you find a Tyrannosaurus rex. The legendary king of the tyrant lizards, what with its rattling iron maiden ribcage and its enormous, eyeless skull. Grinning, gleefully, up at you. Its teeth like sabers; it's so happy to see you. It's been waiting all this time—for you.

Creativity, or rather, the act of creating, may sometimes feel that way. It could feel, like it does to Mr. King, and like it does to me, that the act of creating is not unlike the act of searching, finding, unearthing, preserving, and displaying. You found this—it's all yours—now try and dig it out of our ancient earth without missing even a single piece.

Our Renaissance man Michaelangelo had the same idea. In every one of his marble sculptures, perfectly preserved within that solid rock, was his vision made manifest. He only needed to chisel it right out—to trim away the fat, the fluff, the unneeded. Then, when he was finished, he took a step back and admired his creation. He admired every seashell and T-Rex he had ever freed.

I've been thinking a lot about the book I'm going to write this year. In just one month, its changed shape many times. I'm not sure if it's a seashell or a T-Rex myself. Every time I brush something away—kneeling in the dirt and the mud as I am—I find something else. A groove here. An impression there. A stray fragment, or a broken tooth?

What kind of treasure will I dig up for us? What's been hiding beneath my feet all this time, waiting for me, willing to greet me with a great big smile, or the great blue sea?

I look forward to finding out with you. ❤️

#slumbrrr #writing #on writing #thoughts #writing advice #tips #Michaelangelo #Stephen King #the book

[blackkatmagic]

It's always so exciting when you suddenly reblog a lot of one character because I feel like it's always a sign that there's ~something~ in the works just waiting to make my day

;)

“A sorcerer?” Fay demands, and Jon winces at the clatter of dishes in the background. Fay isn't much of one for household chores at the best of times, and interrupting her while she’s doing dishes likely isn't going to help anything. “Jon, I thought you were keeping things quiet—”

“I did,” Jon says, though since he’s sitting about thirty feet from a corpse, it’s potentially not as convincing as it could be. There's a pause, disbelieving and judgmental, and he sighs through his nose. “I think he was the mayor.”

“Jon.”

“Fay. I couldn’t leave him alive,” Jon says quietly. He curls his fingers around the sharp-edged black stone in his hand, then breathes out and tosses it back into the cave. The black-shrouded form is just visible from where he’s sitting, but he doesn’t otherwise move, doesn’t make any attempt to hide the body just yet. “He was preparing a ritual that needed a human heart.”

Fay doesn’t ask if he’s sure, doesn’t ask how he knows. She’s silent for a long stretch of seconds, then sighs quietly. “Give me the name of the town,” she says. “I’ll call Nico and make arrangements. Can you last a few days in the woods while he gets everything settled?”

Jon raises a brow, amused that she even has to ask, and lets his silence speak for itself.

There's a pause, then another sigh, this time full of annoyance. “Yes, yes, I know. But you're somewhere coastal, aren’t you? It gets cold.”

Jon doesn’t ask how she knows that when he very definitely didn’t tell her. “I’ll be fine. It’s summer.”

Porcelain shatters with a crash that makes Jon twitch, and Fay huffs, then turns the water off. “Fine,” she says tartly, though not to Jon. “If you want to be clean, wash yourselves.”

Despite his exhaustion, despite the pull of dark, cold earth so close, Jon smiles. The sound of dishes washing picks up over the other end of the line, but Fay's footsteps move away, out to somewhere full of birdsong. Jon doesn’t comment on that, either, though Fay is technically within the same time zone as him and it should be midnight for her as well.

“Is it a nice town, at least?” she asks, and Jon hums.

“Nicer now,” he offers, because he honestly doesn’t know. He’d arrived in the darkness and immediately been drawn to the source of the ritual, the sorcerer, the working. The lay lines here are tainted, and Jon can guess that Palpatine was pulling from them—and putting back into them—for a very long time.

Fay snorts, and Jon can hear the rustle of fabric against bark, the gentle creak of tree branches. She’s probably up a tree, he thinks, smiling a little. T'ra has been a bad influence. “The coast there is rather pretty,” she says after a moment. “Maybe you can find a place to stay on the beach.”

Jon breathes out, curls forward. He rests his forehead against his knees, closing is eyes, and doesn’t let himself look back at deep, cold earth.

“I've been dreaming about a lighthouse,” he admits, because Fay will never doubt him. “And an alder tree with its bark stained red.”

Fay is silent for several long moments, then makes a quiet, thoughtful sound. “The Goddess tree,” she says. “Did you know that when alder is drowned, it hardens into stone?”

A shiver slides down Jon's spine, like a cold wind through his bones. He doesn’t open his eyes.

Fay doesn’t need a response, doesn’t wait for one. “I'm sure you’ll find your lighthouse. But be careful with that tree. Alder is an odd thing.”

So am I, Jon doesn’t say, because Fay has little patience for anything approaching self-pity. “Will anyone come looking for the body if I bury it?” he asks.

There's a pause, and then Fay hums. “Burn it,” she says. “Underground. And bury the ashes. No one will find it that way.”

It’s hardly more difficult to set a fire than fill in the tunnel, and Jon doesn’t protest. “The lay lines here have gone dark,” he says. “Not dead, but…”

“They’ll repair themselves eventually, I presume,” Fay says briskly. “One man can't change the course of the tides forever, even if he can divert them temporarily. But keep one eye to them, and call me if they don’t seem to be improving.”

“Thank you,” Jon says, quiet, because he knows how little Fay likes phones, how infrequently she leaves her wood. The fact that she’s willing to contact Nico is already more than he was expecting, but—it makes things far easier. Jon doesn’t speak to others much.

“Be careful,” Fay returns, and her voice is something warm, close. “Don’t spend too long underground.”

Jon swallows, glances back at the tunnel, the cave, the corpse. “There are veins of obsidian here,” he says quietly, and Fay sighs, sad and a little tired and a bit rueful.

“Mind the edges,” she tells him, and then hangs up, and Jon pulls the phone from his ear, then curls a little tighter for just a moment. His palm burns where the obsidian rested, and the cave pulls at him like dark, cold hands, but—

Did you know that when alder is drowned, it hardens into stone?

Fay says a lot of things, and some of them resonate through the world and some of them don’t. Jon doesn’t know why this of all things rings in his head, but…better to mind it. Better to listen. Fay is an old, old thing, and beyond that, Jon's dreams of the lighthouse and the alder have drawn him here like a loadstone. That must mean something.

Letting out a breath, Jon pushes to his feet, slides the phone away in his pocket, and goes to burn the mayor’s body.

#i will wade out #foxjoncody #my writing #kat answers

[chaotick-musings]

Sett's marriage proposal to Qadira

(This Drabble was originally written by me almost 3 years go, but I've never posted it. Since @thegoldentigress mentioned it, I thought I'd put it here too so I can properly save it. I thought of changing some things, but I decided to post it as it was so it can be properly archived I hope you like it)

“Mommaaaaa she’s going to laugh at me!” Sett was squirming inside of his tuxedo, truly finding a tailor that could do a proper suit for him was a half of the hassle, and the other half was trying not to destroy said suit while he put it on. Black and White, like his Momma recommended, with a golden bow tie and gold rings, and finally the braid decoration that Qadira had done for him.

“Oh nonsense my dear! You’ve been planning this moment for almost half a year!” By ‘he’ has been planning; his mom meant ‘she’ had been planning based on the information that Sett had given her. The usual procedure was Sett mentioning something that Qadira liked, his momma giving him an idea, and then Sett finding the expert and putting in the money for it. And indeed, a lot of money was put forth for this little, as well as a lot of planning and talking to the rest of the fighting ring.

As far as Qadira was concerned, today was meant to be a special exhibition match on the beach in the middle of the night, with some ‘high profile moneybags’ coming to watch and throw money. Sett told her to come in her best dress, since she wasn’t fighting, and that she had to be punctual, so as the clock was reaching 12, he had to make sure that everything was in place.

His Lieutenants (that his momma thought where just co-workers), were making sure that everything was in order, talking to the musicians he brought from Kumungu (he couldn’t find her specific tribe, but thought that perhaps those were enough), to the people in charge of the fireworks, to the flowers…it was a small army moving around and working their way all over the beach getting ready for--

“Here she comes Settrigh!” His momma screamed, giant ears, did wonders for listening in. Everyone went to their positions as the silhouette of Qadira started forming from the horizon. The first thing that happened was the music, a small orchestra building up her entrance, as they played the song he had selected. “Ode to the Ocean Queen”, seemed fitting for the occasion of a water-controlling tigress.

When she was 20 metres away, the fireworks began, filling the night sky with a vast array of colors, especially gold, orange and crimson Their colors, before exploding in a sea of teal with a huge golden heart on it. He can see her face of confusion, and she’s about to stop, when his momma (bless her soul) walks up to her and gives her a hug. Locking arms, they walk forward together into the ‘path’.

Plumerias and Hibiscus on the edges, and a golden teal carpet mark the way towards an extremely nervous wolverine, who can only think of how absolutely gorgeous her girlfriend is as his lieutenants begin to throw flowers onto the path. A pack of Stellacorns are commanded to fill the sky, dancing on top of them with the fireworks, while other elementalists dance in rythim with the music, fire, water, ice, earth, sand, seem to tell a story, about a wolverine finding a tiger in a beach…and their travels together.

All of that was an explosion of color that filled the beach all around them and then…

She’s here.

Right in front of Sett.

His momma let’s go of her and gives her a little push so she is only a few feet away.

Time freezes, the beach goes quiet as everyone waits for him to talk. Clenching his fist to steel himself, he kneels down, the moon reflecting from the sea behind him filling him with a silver glow, the only sound being that of the tigress gasping in shock and covering her mouth.

“Qadira… when I was a boy…I didn’t think I could ever love anyone that wasn’t family…I was beating blue and black so many times, that eventually I only knew how to beat people back.” Sett’s voice was very soft, almost quivering and doubting, as if remembering his childhood was that painful. His mom was sniffing and holding back the tears of happiness from behind Qadira. “When I grew up…I learnt to care for people aside from my Momma. I learnt what it meant to have … ‘coworkers’ you have to defend and protect, but…I can’t honestly say I love them, I care for them deeply but not that way…”A small glance to his Lieutenants who all gave an understanding nod before he continued.

“Specially you…god, how I hated your guts when I first saw you, you acted and sounded exactly like the type of person I hated, and honestly I could not wait for you to be gone and then…” A small chuckle escaped his mouth, looking at the ground for a bit, before locking eyes with her “And then we spent that night together just…talking. Enjoying our company. Slowly you’ve taught me more and more about life, that there’s more to it than it just being  a giant ring where you beat people up or you get beaten up.You taught me to love….you taught me to love you…”

“I love you, Qadira” Slowly he produces a small box, opening it to reveal a gold ring with a beautiful diamond on top. He can feel some tears escaping his eyes from his eyes and he thinks how foolish he must look. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to make you happy, and I want to be happy so….”

“Will you marry me?”

Silence. Eternal silence as she begins to cry, her hand moving towards the ring and…

“Yes”

Laughter, cries, music, fireworks, and much much more fill the night sky. But Sett can only pay attention to the woman around his arms. The woman he loves so much. The woman he’ll marry.

Qadira Marmoris.

His fiancé.

#ic #drabble #long post #OLD post #from like back in 2020

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e1 out of the darkness, into the fire (w. jeremy carver)

i'm feeling very dispirited about my ability to watch the entire series, gotta say. i'd been kind of looking forward to s11 because i have some vague notions of a few of the episodes. ah well. tally-ho

dean sucked up by the darkness straight away, great (scrolling through my internal rolodex of ladies i very vaguely know of from fic. amara??). turns out our nice boy is just taking a nap with the flowers

sam's hair situation looks improved, looks like they let it grow out so it's uneven in the back and flipping up in parts again instead of a shaped smooth bob situation

they're getting a little more creative with the effects with rolling in the flashbacks, which is neat. though using the same effect (differently but similar enough) for dean and sam's recollection, less neat

cas has progressed to rabid wet kitten i see

JENNA Rebar. I sought cover. I fell.

😬

all right so. just the moral calculation of culpability in all the rando human deaths at scale due to ye olde brothers. letting lucifer out i think is zero sum, they were pushed by heaven and hell to make it happen. sam saved a lot of people by jumping into the cage to lock lucifer (and michael and poor adam) back up, that's gotta add a good number in the black. (cas has got some big negatives with the whole god-stint and releasing the leviathans i wager. oh and the whole angels falling business). choosing for sam to live instead of closing the gates of hell forever, well that is less definable but seems like a big fat red number on dean's tally, but probably less than would have died with lucifer and michael duking it out? so if we consider them one (ofc) they're still in the black. this business with the darkness though, is a lot more definable and in your face if we're seeing this hospital full of dead people on their first jaunt out post evil!twister. curious what kind of guilt they're gonna lay at sam's feet. he gets squirrely when it's people in the way of having dean. anyway. i think y'all might be the bad guys 😔

moving on, finally.

oh funny, the deputy was the original fen in the magicians which i've definitely mentioned before while watching this. aha, she was in 7x22 with rick worthy (dean fogg on the magicians, spn alpha vampire). those light eyes and dark hair are very striking and memorable

did they scrimp on the makeup budget or something?? looks like he's sewing up a vulva and not even bothering to lift her shirt. UNSANITARY, BRO. hope she's up to date on her tetanus too. and gets some antibiotics to boot

that's some weirdly lit cleavage. also, dean already lied to sam about what went down with her? SIGH. so. tired.

this lighting got him extra haggard looking. why didn't he just kill the zombie whatever, especially after hearing the baby crying? wtf is going on.

the little yawn 🥺

MARN’S HUSBAND You just sit your tush down, okay? Just let me get this out. I've been thinking a lot about what you said -- and -- and I know, I lost my chickens when you put it out there. But it's not every day that your wife tells you that she wants to watch you get a party started with your best friends. I mean, am I right?

this whole interlude is... something. aaand straight to maternal death. sigh. and dad's gonna die too. great

giving 2x9 croatoan slash 2004 dawn of the dead vibes

DEAN And how long is that? And when they infect others, how long is that? No, we stay here, that baby dies. We did this, Sam. Okay? We broke it, we bought it.

indeed. why don't you tell sam about the dark cleavage lady then

CASTIEL Sam, Dean... goodbye. It may be some time before we see one another again. DEAN Wait, Cas. Cas!

LOL okay. couldn't squeeze in any details i guess

MINION 1 It's just, you barely escaped assassination. You're arguably on the run from the most powerful witch on earth -- not to mention an angel of heaven and uh... CROWLEY And? MINION 1 You didn't call for help until after the orgy?

come now, minion 1, do you truly expect otherwise

sam's talking big picture logistics and dean's just like wtf is the other option right at this moment

DEAN We have a plan, okay? It's the same plan as it's always been. In order to get out, we go through. SAM And? How's that been working for us? DEAN We can't save Cas if we're stuck in some hospital, okay? Just like I can't strap on a time machine, go back, and tell Cain to shove that Mark up his ass or stop you from releasing the darkness. Now, have we made mistakes? Yes. Hell, yes. And we can analyze each and every one of them over a couple of frosties when we're old and farting sawdust and out of this room! Right now, all I can do is I can gear up, I can head out, and I can save that freaking baby, which is exactly what I'm gonna do.

when they get old. together. right.

SAM Dean, if we don't change -- right now -- all of our crap is just gonna keep repeating itself. DEAN Okay, I-I don't even -- what?

i'm with you on this one, dean. what

SAM There is always a cure. You just have to want to find it. DEAN Yeah, how are you gonna find it if you're dead? And around and around we go. SAM Saving people means all of the people, Dean. Not just that baby. Not just each other. I unleashed a force on this world that could destroy it... to save you. DEAN And I told you not to. SAM And I'd do it again. In a second, I would do it again. And that is what I'm talking about. This isn't on you. It is on us. We have to change.

(i hate that my thought process legit is, take yourselves off the board, go to heaven, do not pass go)

so i guess sam's guilt caused a come to jesus moment about killing the people (rabids??? zombies) who we've seen already have an inherently short shelf life even without intervention. guess that's why he refused to shoot one despite the crying baby. this doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. i can see sam having this thinking, but not in this situation and moment.

poor woman stuck watching their messy drama play out. i hope they're packing her a big ass duffel of formula and diapers. did you know when you give birth in a hospital, you can take all that stuff you don't use in your room with you? stock up, folks

SAM Get Jenna to the car. Get her and the baby somewhere safe. DEAN Without a shot. And what are we gonna do about those things on our tail? SAM They won't be on your tail. DEAN No way. SAM You said it, Dean. We broke this. DEAN Yeah, we broke this, okay? We did. SAM I heard it in your voice when you agreed to take that child. I get it. You do what you do. But you've got to let me do what I do, too.

be bait?

quelle surprise sam locked himself in with a zombie. oh and got zombie juice in his mouth. STELLAR PLAN, SAM

MIKE Her name.. is Amara.

okily dokily. so we think the baby's named amara but it's actually dark cleavage lady? do i get a gold star?

and lucifer slash michael is all riled up in the cage, even greater

DARKNESS For the same reason that you'll never hurt me. (She pulls aside her dress to show the Mark of Cain on her collarbone) We're bound, Dean. We'll always be bound. You helped me. I helped you. No matter where I am, who I am... we will always help each other.

great great. it's like a neverending fucking romcom where an ever growing percentage of sam and dean's problems are caused by lack of communication. but we don't even get the catharsis of a good kiss at the end. i am so tired of it

i need to lower my expectations again so i can stop being so disappointed

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x01 #gore #laci j mailey #jeremy carver #sam's hair

[dreamerchildunofficial]

Expedition to the Underground I

(6:30am)

(A soft yellow light illuminates the grass below the camera. The view shakes a little before it's tilted upward, revealing the source of the light to be a small, glowing glass ball floating a few feet above the ground. Looking past it, the top of Mt. Ebott is also illuminated by this light against the dark backdrop of the eternally October sky.)

(The view continues to shake as someone off screen mutters inaudibly under their breath before the camera starts to dive back toward the ground.)

Frisk: Fuck!

(A hand catches it before it hits the ground, and the camera is raised back up, facing the slowly lightening horizon and the top of the mountain again. After a few more moments of shaking, the view is stilled. Frisk, still off camera, breathes an audible sigh of relief.)

Frisk: Finally.

(A hand reaches out and grabs the orb before the camera starts to move forward as Frisk begins to walk toward the summit, and they stop just as they crest the peak. There is an entrance to a large cavern a bit of a distance away from them with the path into it sloping down at a steep angle into the depths of the mountain. More rocks forming the outside of it stretch further beyond where the eye can see. The camera view turns to look toward the left and right, but there's nothing more than the rocks and grass.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(Their shout carries across the still morning air, but they don't get a response.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(They wait a few moments, but all is still.)

Frisk: Asriel Dreemurr!

(Movement disturbs the earth near the entrance to the cave and rapidly approaches the camera. In a flash, a couple of small rocks get flung toward it, but it moves deftly out of the way before they can make contact.)

(Flowey appears out of the earth with a scowl and crosses his vines.)

Flowey: Would you keep that quiet! What if someone heard you?

Frisk: Is there anyone up here at six o'clock in the Angel damn morning to hear me yell that?

Flowey: Well, no, but you didn't know that!

Frisk: Flowey. It's so early in the morning that most people aren't awake, and almost no one climbs all the way up here anyway.

(Flowey rolls his eyes and eyes the camera directly.)

Flowey: You look ridiculous with that thing on your head.

Frisk: Well I needed to put it somewhere, so I could keep my hands free.

Flowey: I don't see why you need it at all.

Frisk: So that we can record what we find on Tumblr, and the Players can help us remember what we saw? Remember?

Flowey: Yeah, sure, but what makes you trust the Players in the first place? I thought you hated them. And it could be that this is their fault in the first place. Why would they tell you anything helpful?

Frisk: I– I don't hate all of them. The ones I've talked to are pretty kind, and they weren't even the ones who possessed me in the Underground.

Flowey: And how do you know that? Wait, let me guess. They told you they didn't do it, and you just believed them.

Frisk: …

Flowey: Oh my Angel, you are so stupid.

Frisk: They seemed genuine!

Flowey: You need to stop hanging out with Papyrus as much as you do and hang out with Undyne more instead. Having a bit more mistrust would do you some good.

Frisk: And having a bit more trust would do you some good! Besides, Papyrus' method of interacting with people is really effective and leads to a lot more good things happening for everyone. By showing kindness and trust, he's gotten world leaders to listen to him a lot more and be more willing to get things done that would help monsterkind!

Flowey: I think you have done more to make people listen to us than Papyrus ever has by being the ambassador first when you were younger and cooler. I mean, the very first thing you did when you met the Chief Executor for the first time to talk about monster rights, you threatened to pee in his coffee if he didn't start listening to you when he tried to have you, Asgore, and Toriel thrown out of his office, and when he insisted, you actually pulled down your pants and started running for his desk. What happened to that Frisk?

Frisk: Flowey, I was seven! Why would you say that on camera?

Flowey: Because everyone deserves to know how cool you used to be.

Flowey: Also because you used my name that no one else is supposed to know on camera.

Frisk: They're the Players. They already know you're Asriel.

Flowey: Yeah, whatever.

Flowey: By the way, did you give a cover story to Toriel and Sans about where you were going?

Frisk: Yeah, I wrote them a note saying I'm going to study in the library with MK and afterward, I'm hanging out with you, and I don't know when I'm going to be back.

(Flowey snorts.)

Flowey: What if they call MK to confirm that?

Frisk: They won't, but if they did, MK wouldn't rat me out. They sneak out of their house all of the time to go do whatever they want whenever they want, so they get it. I've covered for them before too, no questions asked, and I know they would do the same for me.

Flowey: If you say so.

(Flowey turns and moves a little closer to the entrance to the cave.)

Flowey: What was the other thing we were supposed to look for besides the save points?

Frisk: The Core. Razoolio suggested that something might be wrong with it, and that's what's causing the time loops. And this might also have something to do with Gaster and a December Holiday from a different world disappearing and ending up somewhere called the Void? I'm not entirely sure how that's connected to be honest, if it is at all, but I guess that's something we should keep in mind.

Flowey: I don't see how any of that is connected either. Even if it does have something to do with the Core, Gaster fell in decades ago, and you just said December isn't even from this world. How could any of that be connected?

Frisk: I don't know, but I know it just is! Probably. Along with... shorebirds?

(Flowey turns back to face them and gives them an exasperated look.)

Frisk: Okay, maybe that's not important to what we're doing here right this second, but I remember it is supposed to be important. And I just have a feeling that there could be a connection! And even if there isn't, I think we should keep that on the back burner because we should still try to save Gaster and December too, don't you think?

Flowey: I'm only helping with this because I'm sick of looping. Don't drag me into doing things for people I don't know or barely remember.

(Frisk sighs.)

Frisk: Fine, I'll worry about that, but later.

(The camera starts moving forward, following Flowey as he and Frisk continue walking toward the entrance of the cave.)

Frisk: Razoolio also said that, um, I should also try saving if we do come across a save point. They said they had an idea, but they didn't really elaborate on it.

Flowey: Well, I hope your trusting in random strangers on the internet pays off for you.

Frisk: I think it wi–

(Frisk stops moving suddenly as they fall silent. Flowey stops too and looks back at them with confusion.)

Flowey: Frisk?

Frisk: Do you hear that?

(From within the entrance of the cave, Small Shock plays quietly.)

Flowey: Hear what?

Frisk: The– The music.

Flowey: What music?

Frisk: The music coming from the cave?

(Frisk turns in a circle to look around their immediate vicinity, but all they can see are the same grass, rocks, and clear skies growing steadily lighter with the coming day.)

Flowey: Frisk, there's no music coming from the cave. Are you alright?

Frisk: No! There– There is, Flowey! It's the same music that played when– when I was about to fight Asgore or– or–

(Frisk's breathing quickens, and they look around the area again.)

Frisk: I thought you were going to scout out the area before I got here! That's why you decided to leave before me!

Flowey: Frisk, I did! There's nothing here! And what are you talking about the music that played when you were about to fight Asgore?

Frisk: Weren't you there? You were following me all the way through the Underground multiple times, you have to have heard it before!

Flowey: Yeah, of course I followed you every time you fought Asgore, but there wasn't any music! There wasn't anything to play music from in the room with the Barrier.

Frisk: No, before the– wait. You... You didn't hear the music that just kind of... existed in the atmosphere?

Flowey: ...No?

Frisk: …

Frisk: I think we should go home.

(Flowey rolls his eyes and continues heading for the entrance.)

Flowey: You can go home and be weird if you want, but I'm going to figure out how to stop this mess.

Frisk: No! Flowey, wait–!

(Flowey burrows under the ground at the cave's entrance and disappears.)

(The camera stays trained on the spot where he disappeared for a few moments before Frisk quickly looks around at the mound of rocks on either side of the entrance and making up the cave itself. They run to the side, leave their glowing orb floating in the air beside them, and pick up a couple of medium sized rocks. Then they grab their orb again, and they run into the cave.)

(The music gets louder the further down the path they go, and they have to slow down to keep themself from falling on the steep slope. When they eventually make it to the flat floor of the Underground, the music starts to get quieter again, and they find Flowey a little further inward, waiting for them and smirking.)

Flowey: I knew you had it in you.

Frisk: Flowey, I'm not kidding, we need to go. Right now.

(Flowey frowns.)

Flowey: Jeff Angel, Frisk, I haven't seen you this freaked out in a long time. It's just an empty cave now. You know that.

Frisk: It's– It's– It can't be empty right now. There has to be something here, and– and it's not safe for us to be here.

Flowey: If there is something down here, then aren't we supposed to find it anyway? What if whatever it is you think is down here is what's causing the loops?

Frisk: …

Frisk: Then– then I– I need to find a save point and use it before whatever is down here finds us because I can't– I can't–

Flowey: Okay, how about I give you a minute while I go scout out the next room. Eat something, drink some water, do whatever it is you need to do to calm the hell down.

Frisk: But I don't want you getting hurt!

Flowey: I'll just be in the next room, Jeff Angel! Besides, I'm very capable of defending myself. Just stay here for a minute.

(The camera moves up and down as Frisk nods, and Flowey moves through the doorway leading deeper into the Underground and out of sight.)

(6:55am)

(Frisk takes a few deep breaths. They turn to grab their water bottle from within the side bottle pocket of their backpack, and they open it and take a long drink. After they put it back, they bring their hands up which covers the camera view slightly as they press the heals of their hands to their eyes. After a few minutes, they bring their hands down again and sniffle.)

Frisk: Flowey? Are you okay?

Flowey: Yeah, this room is clear! But you should come look at this.

(Frisk takes another shaky breath before they start moving forward toward the end of the room.)

(As they move forward, Small Shock fades out completely, and a new song, a slowed down and distorted version of Memory, begins to fade in, coming from the room beyond.)

Frisk: What the hell?

(Frisk moves through the doorway and into the hallway leading into the next room. Flowey waves them over and points at the ground right next to the doorway where the last save point Frisk ever used floats a few inches above the ground though it's much different now than it was eight years ago.)

(The save point is glowing much more faintly, and it's sort of blurry, like a layer of static is surrounding it. It flickers erratically like a flame in the wind even though the air is completely still, and as Frisk takes a few hesitant steps toward it, it becomes clear that the music is coming from it.)

Frisk: I... I don't think it's supposed to do that.

Flowey: I don't think so either.

(The camera view gets lower to the ground as Frisk crouches down.)

Frisk: Can... Can you at least hear the music coming from this?

Flowey: There's music coming from it?

(Frisk sighs.)

Frisk: Never mind.

(Their hand reaches out to touch it, but they stop themself just inches away from making contact.)

Frisk: I– I don't...

(They turn to look at Flowey who is looking at them uncertainly.)

Frisk: Do you think I should save here? I'm just... It doesn't look normal, and I'm afraid of messing something up. I haven't done this in years, and honestly, I didn't even think these still existed until time started looping.

(Flowey looks past them and back at the save point.)

Flowey: Yeah, maybe we should find a different save point.

Flowey: It's weird though... The way it's flickering.

(Frisk turns to look back at the save point.)

Flowey: It doesn't look like it has any sort of pattern to it, but it kind of looks like it might be repeating?

(They both stare at the save point in silence. On observing it closer and for a longer period of time, it does look like the save point is flickering a certain way for about a minute and a half, the same length of time for the full song to play, before it pauses for just barely a second, and then it flickers the exact same way as before, repeating the cycle and song over and over again.)

Frisk: Do you think that confirms it that this is what's causing the loops?

Flowey: I think so? It is at least strange. We should still go check out the Core and maybe the other save points too on the way there. You still need to save, and even if this is the cause of it, we still don't know why it's doing it. Maybe the Core or something somewhere near here will have the–

(Flowey goes quiet, and Frisk snaps their head in his direction.)

Frisk: Flowey?

Flowey: Is... is that the song you are hearing coming from it?

(His voice is quiet, and his gaze is far away.)

Frisk: The song that plays from your music box except slower and... weird? Like it's somehow distorted?

(Flowey nods slowly.)

Flowey: Why is...

(He shakes his head and looks down at the ground.)

Flowey: I just remembered... My sibling, back when we were both alive... they used to make fun of me for having that old thing all of the time. They thought it was dumb that I still had it and said it was for babies.

Frisk: Your– your sibling. I think I... No, I know I know them! I think they told me one time that they only made fun of you for it because they were jealous about the fact that it was a gift from your parents that you had since you were a baby. They never actually thought it was dumb.

(Flowey looks back up at Frisk sharply.)

Flowey: Frisk, what the hell. That's not cool.

Frisk: What's not cool?

Flowey: You pretending to know them? They died a century before you came to the Underground.

Frisk: Y– yeah, but they're a ghost now. I... I met them when I first fell. I think?

Flowey: They're not a ghost, Frisk; I watched their soul leave my body as we were dying. They're gone.

Frisk: But they're not! They're...

Frisk: …

Frisk: Oh my Angel, they're missing. How could I have forgotten that?

Flowey: Frisk, stop this, this isn't funny! They can't be missing because they're dead, and you never knew them.

Frisk: Flowey, why would I be joking about this? And more importantly, why do you not know they're alive? Or, well, a ghost.

Flowey: I don't know why you're lying about this, but if they came back and were a ghost, they would have told me!

Frisk: I'm not lying! Look, I– I know–

Frisk: …

Frisk: Chara. Chara is their name. And Chara told me one time that once when they were still new to living with you, and Mom, and Asgore, they had a nightmare so bad that they couldn't sleep for days afterward, and you decided to stay up with them one night. They were really grateful and touched because no one had ever done that for them before and kept them company after a bad dream. And after that night, their nightmares didn't affect them as badly as they did before.

(Flowey's voice is quiet and shaking.)

Flowey: How do you know that?

Frisk: Because Chara told me!

(Flowey raises his voice.)

Flowey: Frisk, just stop it! I don't know how you know that, but you don't know them! You can't know them! They're gone!

(Flowey burrows into the ground and disappears.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(There's no response.)

(Frisk sighs and backs up against the wall before sitting down on the ground.)

Frisk: I wasn't lying though, why didn't he– oh.

Frisk: Shit, I wasn't supposed to tell him that they were around.

(The camera tilts slightly upward as Frisk leans their head against the wall.)

Frisk: Where are they though? Why aren't they with me?

(The air is still and quiet for a while save for Memory playing on repeat from the save point.)

–

(7:15am)

Frisk: They're in the Void too. I remember now, and they disappeared around the time the loops started happening. That's why the loops are probably connected to the Void thing. And the Lurkers...

Frisk: …

Frisk: I need to get them out of there. I need to stop the loops from happening. I need to find Flowey. I need... Fuck!

(Frisk bolts upright and sprints down the hallway, deeper into the Underground.)

Frisk: I need to save! Before anything bad happens, I need to save!

(They enter the next room and slow to a walk, panting slightly. They look around the room, holding the glowing orb out in front of them, and when they see there's nothing in here, they quickly make their way to the hallway connecting this room to Asgore's old throne room. They stop just inside the doorway and try to peer inside.)

(The room is so big and so dark that even with the help of the orb, only the first forty feet into the room are visible. The ground is covered in a thick layer of dirt and fungus, the flowers that once resided in this room long since decayed. Frisk looks to their left by the door and down at the ground, and the second save point is just barely visible. It's so much more faint than the first save point, and there's no music coming from it. It is flickering in the same pattern, however, and the blurry static surrounding it mutes its yellow color almost to nonexistence.)

Frisk: I– I can't use that one either. Shit.

(They start to run again before they stop suddenly and shake their head.)

Frisk: Wait, why am I running? I brought my scooter for a reason.

(They twist to take their backpack off and put it down on the ground. They unzip it, and they pull out a fairly wide, thick piece of metal with some hinges. They place it on the ground and unfold it, snapping all of the parts into place to make it a full sized scooter without wheels. They put their backpack back on, snap their orb into some sort of thin harness on the front center of their handlebars, stand on top of it, and press a button on the handlebars before gripping them tightly. They rise off the ground, the blue glow of the underside of their scooter just visible on the ground in the camera's point of view. They twist the right handle of their scooter a little bit, and they start moving at a brisk pace out of the room.)

(Frisk slows a bit when they exit the throne room to look for the save point outside of it, but it looks just the same as the second one. They shake their head, twist their handle again, and zoom even faster down the hallway toward the Judgment Hall.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(Their call as they fly by goes unanswered.)

(They make it to the end of the Judgment Hall, and once again, the save point that resides there is little more than a slight discoloration of air.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(Their voice echoes down the hallway, but there's no response.)

(Frisk zooms out of the room and pauses just for a moment outside of the elevator that would take them to the entrance back to the Core, but they shake their head before flying down the hallway back toward Asgore's old house.)

Frisk: Flowey!

(There's still no response.)

(Frisk comes to a stop at the foot of the stairs up into the house. They dismount their scooter and drag it with them up the stairs.)

Frisk: Flowey? Are you in here?

(Nothing.)

Frisk: Look, I'm sorry! I– I forgot you didn't know. I forgot Chara told me they didn't want you or anyone to know that they were back. I tried to reason with them a few times to let me at least tell you I think, but I don't remember why they didn't want you to know, and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before.

(The only response they get is the silence of the dark house.)

(Frisk's breath catches in their throat, and they bring their hands up to their face, temporarily blocking some of the camera's view again as they press their hands against their eyes.)

Frisk: One crisis at a time, Frisk. You have to find a viable save point.

(They take a deep breath before they grab onto their scooter again and take it with them as they make their way out of the house.)

(The save point outside of the house looks just the same as the others, so Frisk mounts their scooter and takes off again, racing through New Home as fast as they can.)

Frisk: I just need to make it to the Core entrance. If the save point there still looks weird, I'm just going to try to save there anyway. And hopefully– hopefully Flowey isn't in trouble. And maybe I'll– I'll find him there.

(They race down the extremely long walkway until they reach the turn, and they whip around it so fast, they almost fall off their scooter. The silence stretches on down the next walkway, eerie and still. The houses and city layout below and beyond this walkway aren't visible anymore because the lights that once lit up the Underground have long since gone out, along with the rocks plugging up the holes in the ceiling here and there.)

(7:50am)

(After a long while, the monotony of seeing only the road ahead of them with the help of their orb is broken by a strange fog gathering in front of them. They slow down uncertainly for a moment before they speed up again and push through. The further they go into it, the thicker it gets until they can barely see a foot in front of them, and then the fog begins to dissipate.)

(Soon the fog is completely gone, and Frisk stops their scooter and looks around and behind them.)

(The fog is no longer there either.)

Frisk: What the hell was that?

(They stare behind them a little longer, and then they get back on their scooter and move away.)

–

(8:00am)

Frisk: Okay, it should not have taken this long, I should be at the Core by now. Right?

(No sooner than they say that, the orb lights up a turn in the path.)

Frisk: Finally!

(They turn down it and speed along for a good distance before they slow down again.)

Frisk: Wait, where's the other turn? I should have gotten to it by now; it wasn't that far of a walk to get to the elevator. Was it?

Frisk: Hey, and wasn't I supposed to pass the other elevator that would take me back to the Judgment Hall again by now?

(They stop for a moment and turn to look behind them. All they see is an empty expanse of road leading back into the darkness.)

Frisk: Whatever, maybe I'm misremembering it.

(They continue forward.)

–

(8:05am)

(Frisk finally makes it through the rest of that walkway, but they skid to a halt and curse loudly when they see where they are.)

(They've stopped right back in front of Asgore's house.)

Frisk: What the fuck? How am I back here again?!

(They dismount their scooter, stomp over to the left wall, and lean it against it. They take their orb back out of its harness, and walk briskly back into the house.)

(It's just the same as before. Empty, dark, and quiet.)

(Frisk inhales deeply as if they're about to shout again, but they pause and let their breath out quietly.)

(Down the hall toward the bedrooms, they can hear crying.)

(Frisk quietly makes their way down the hall and sees that the door to Chara and Asriel's old room is slightly ajar, and the crying is coming from inside. They push the door open slightly and peer into the room.)

Frisk: Flowey?

(Flowey looks up at them from the foot of Chara's old bed, and he scowls.)

Flowey: Go away, Frisk! I don't want to talk to you!

(Frisk takes the tiniest step back.)

Frisk: I– I'm so sorry, Flowey, honest. I remember what happened now, and Chara... I tried to convince them to let me tell you or for them to tell you themself, but they didn't think they deserved for you to know them anymore, and they were too afraid of hurting you again.

(Flowey gives a short, deep, and guttural laugh, and his eyes go dark. Frisk takes another small step backward.)

Flowey: They were too afraid of hurting me again? That's the excuse you're going to give me?

(His voice is deeper and scratchier than normal, and the camera tilts slightly as Frisk winces.)

Frisk: W– well, more specifically, they knew they didn't treat you the best when you were both alive, but you still thought the world of them, and they didn't feel like they deserved for you to think of them so highly. And they also didn't want to be the same kind of person to you anymore. So I guess that meant... they didn't want to be anything to you anymore at all. They– they just wanted for you to move on.

(Flowey grows some longer vines to raise himself higher on the bed.)

Flowey: They were my best friend!

(His shout echoes throughout the entire house.)

Flowey: How am I supposed to move on from that? Why do they get to make the decision about whether or not they get to be anything to me anymore? That should have been my decision! Mine!

Frisk: I tried to reason with them, Flowey, I swear! But I couldn't get through to them!

Flowey: So you lied. You lied to me. You lied to everyone. And didn't you just tell me an hour and a half ago that I needed to trust people more?

Frisk: …

Flowey: Exactly.

(Flowey crosses his vines and turns his back to them.)

Flowey: Is there anything else you've been lying about that I should know about? Like, where is Chara, or maybe even why the loops are happening in the first place? Because who knows what you actually do or don't know!

Frisk: I– I don't know why the loops are happening, and... I heard that... that Chara is stuck in the Void too. With Gaster and December.

(Flowey snorts but doesn't say anything else.)

(Frisk takes a shaky breath and walks into the room, and they sit down on Asriel's bed, the old springs creaking and groaning under their weight.)

Frisk: I didn't remember that they were stuck in the Void until about an hour ago? And I found that out from the Players on tumblr. At least, they're convinced that they're in contact with our Chara. Like I said, tumblr is somehow connected to a lot of different universes and timelines. I don't know how they got there, and I– I can't talk to them. Razoolio tried to link their page for me, but it just glitched out on my phone. And they might have– have tried to reach me once I think. But I couldn't see who actually sent in that one ask, and it was just gibberish.

Frisk: Um... But I'm pretty sure that they disappeared around the time that the first loop happened, and every time the loop resets, I forget about them again, so they might be connected to it?

Flowey: …

Flowey: Do you happen to remember anything else about what happened before the loops started?

(He doesn't turn to look at them, and his words are like venom.)

(Frisk looks down at the ground.)

Frisk: …

Frisk: We got into a fight.

Flowey: Do you know what about?

Frisk: …

Frisk: No.

Flowey: Is that the truth?

Frisk: …

(Flowey sighs.)

Flowey: Let me guess, they swore you to secrecy on that too.

Frisk: Kind of, but not really. I... I just don't want to talk about it. Not right now. It's– it's not relevant.

Flowey: How do you know it's not relevant?

Frisk: Because it's just not!

Flowey: Okay, then how do I know it's not relevant? Is it some other big secret you're keeping?

Frisk: …

Frisk: Something weird happened when I tried to get to the elevator that goes down to Core. The save point just outside of that elevator was the next one I was going to check out because all of the other save points I've seen are weird and faded too, but not as weird as the first one at least. But as I was going down the walkway, I ran into some weird fog, and then a long time after that, I somehow got turned around and ended up back here again.

Frisk: I want to try and save at the save point outside, but then I think we should figure out what happened and what the fog stuff was.

Flowey: So you're just going to ignore my question?

Frisk: …

Frisk: We only have so much daylight, Flowey.

(Their voice is quiet, and Flowey sighs.)

Flowey: Fine. Let's get this over with, so that I don't have to talk to you or even look at you anymore.

(Flowey's voice is back to normal, and Frisk looks up to see his face is normal again too though he's clearly still pissed off. He hops off the bed and moves out of the room, and Frisk follows suit.)

(8:25am)

(Frisk and Flowey make it back out front of Asgore's house, and Flowey moves to hang back a little ways away from the save point while Frisk places their orb to hover in the air near it. They move to crouch down next to the save point, and they look up at Flowey uncertainly.)

(Flowey moves his vines in a go ahead motion.)

(Frisk takes a deep breath, and they slowly stretch their hand toward the save point. They pass their had through it and make a fist.)

(Then they gasp in shock and panic as they rip their hand away from it, falling backward in the process.)

Frisk: Shit, what the fuck?!

(They groan and bring their hands up, covering the camera completely for a moment before they move their hands away, still jostling the camera a bit as they try to press their hands against their forehead.)

Flowey: Frisk? What happened?

(Frisk takes a few deep breaths before they respond.)

Frisk: It was so weird, I– Well, first of all, it shocked me, which it has never done before, but the shock wasn't that bad. It mostly just surprised me. But then I got like... sensory overload? I just got really really dizzy and faint, and it was like my brain was being overloaded with information. I– I can't tell what information, but it was just a lot and really really intense.

Frisk: The even weirder thing though... usually when I use a save point, it almost feels like... a question is being asked? Like, I'm making some sort of connection with something, and that something feels like the embodiment of a question, and then if I feel like, a sort of positive feeling, I know I saved, but if I feel a kind of negative feeling, I know I didn't.

Frisk: But with this... even though I felt like I was being overloaded with information, I didn't feel any sort of connection at all! I– I couldn't reach anything. At least, not anything I could control.

Flowey: That is strange.

(Frisk looks back over at him, and his frown looks just a touch shy from unbothered.)

Flowey: Do you want to try to save at any other save point? Or are we just going to go try and find the fog cloud or whatever?

(Frisk sighs.)

Frisk: Well, I definitely don't want to experience that again.

Frisk: But I guess... Maybe it would be worth it to try and save at the first save point. The one with the music. Because that one is different from all of the others, so maybe something new will happen.

Flowey: Alright. Are we going there now, or back to Core?

Frisk: I know it would make more sense to try and reach the Core now since we'd be closer to it now than if we went back to the entrance first, but I think I should try to give saving another shot before we find ourselves in a situation we can't get out of.

Flowey: There's also the elevator by the Judgment Hall. Maybe if we go in the elevator and then back track, we'll run into the fog again, but on the side where we can still keep going to the Core when we need to.

Frisk: That's a good point.

(Frisk stands up and grabs their orb before walking over to their scooter. They snap the orb back in its harness, and then they look at Flowey.)

Frisk: I uh, brought a small basket I could attach to the scooter, so you can catch a ride too if you want.

(Flowey gives them a withering look.)

Flowey: I'd rather die.

(He burrows back under the ground and disappears again.)

(Frisk looks down at the ground and sighs. They take a few moments to take a few shaky breaths before they look up at the ceiling and shake their head slightly. Then they drag their scooter into the house and down the stairs before they mount it and zoom back toward the entrance to the Underground.)

–

(8:50am)

(Frisk slows to a stop in the room with the last save point. Memory is still playing in the same distorted and glitched fashion as it was before, and the save point's muted glow looks so much brighter and more defined compared to the save points elsewhere.)

(Frisk dismounts their scooter and leans it against the wall before they take out the orb and suspend it in the air again. They go over and sit down next to the save point, and they wait in silence.)

(A few minutes later, Flowey pops up out of the ground by the scooter, panting slightly. He shoots another glare at Frisk, but this time it has less heat in it.)

Flowey: Do you... happen to... have an extra... water bottle?

(Frisk nods and takes their backpack off, setting it in their lap. They dig through it until they find a miniature water bottle, complete with straw, and they hand it over to him.)

Frisk: You left this on the counter, so I thought I'd fill it up for you and bring it with me.

Flowey: That makes it sound like... I live with you... This isn't even mine.

(Flowey grows a bit and starts drinking as Frisk responds to him.)

Frisk: Right. I just like keeping things around that I know could be helpful for my friends. So does Mom and Sans.

Frisk: That said, you know you can take it with you when you go back to... wherever you keep your things. Right?

(Flowey closes the lid around the straw and hands the bottle back to Frisk.)

Flowey: Friends is a bit of a stretch as of right now. And what's the point in taking it if it's not mine?

(Frisk looks slightly away from him.)

Frisk: Well, I guess I can't argue with that.

(Flowey glares at them suspiciously before looking back at the save point.)

Flowey: Have you tried to save yet?

Frisk: No, I was waiting for you.

Flowey: Why?

Frisk: In case something bad happens? This save point is weirder than the others, and the other one overwhelmed me really badly.

(Flowey snorts.)

Flowey: I guess you have a point.

(Frisk puts the bottle away and puts their backpack back on.)

Frisk: Well, here goes nothing.

(They stretch their hand out toward the save point and make a fist inside of it.)

(The music suddenly gets really really loud, and the save point flashes with bright light. Flowey scrambles backward closer to the wall, and Frisk shrieks and jerks their hand back out before they fall backward again and try to scramble away from it as fast as they can.)

(As soon as their hand is out of the save point, the music gets quieter again, and the save point's light goes back down to it's semi-visible, muted state.)

(Frisk breathes hard for a minute before they sit up again and look down at their hand.)

(It's bright red like they got burned badly, but the color is already starting to drain away and go back to their normal skin tone.)

Flowey: What the hell was that?

(Frisk takes a couple more deep breaths as they try to regulate their breathing.)

Frisk: I have no idea. I can tell you one thing though, and it's that I definitely was not able to save.

(Frisk and Flowey continue to stare at the save point a little longer.)

Flowey: I think we should go now.

Frisk: I agree. To the elevator?

Flowey: Yeah. And this time I'm going in the basket, but don't talk to me.

(Frisk nods, and when their hand returns to normal, they give it a couple of shakes before they open their backpack again and take out a little basket. They stand up and attach it to the center of the handlebars on their side of the scooter. Flowey climbs in as Frisk grabs their orb and attaches it to the harness again, and then they mount the scooter themself before they drive off back deeper into the Underground.)

–

(9:10am)

(Frisk stops the scooter right outside of the elevator outside the Judgment Hall. They dismount it and bring it with them as they move toward the button, and they press the button to call for the elevator.)

(The doors don't open.)

(Frisk presses the button again and taps their foot impatiently.)

(The doors still don't open.)

Flowey: Well, either the Core is still shut down, or if someone did reactivate it, they didn't divert power to this elevator at the very least.

(Frisk sighs.)

Frisk: I doubt anyone would go there and not activate these elevators because walking or riding a scooter between the entrance to the Underground and the Core takes an annoying amount of time.

Flowey: Unless they did something wrong when trying to activate the Core, and they never got the chance to get this operating again.

Frisk: That's fair. I guess we're going the long way then. Hopefully this time we'll be able to actually make it to the Core entrance.

(Frisk steps back up onto their scooter, and they zip down the walkway further into the Underground.)

–

(9:35am)

(A light fog gathers in front of Frisk and Flowey, and Frisk brings their scooter to a stop just at the edge of it.)

Frisk: This is it. This is the fog I was talking about. I don't understand why it's here.

(Flowey climbs out of the basket and moves closer to the cloud before waving a vine through it.)

Flowey: There aren't any openings to the surface anywhere near here anymore. How did this even form?

(Frisk gets off their scooter too and walks closer to wave their own hand through it.)

Frisk: I don't think it's supposed to be able to. We're not near any water, so it can't be from that.

Flowey: You said that you went through this, and after a long time you ended up back at Asgore's house?

Frisk: Yeah, and I never saw the Core entrance.

(Flowey backs up a bit, and he looks up at them.)

Flowey: I have an idea. I'm going to go back a little ways down the path, and once you don't see me anymore, go through the fog again.

Frisk: Why? Do you think the fog is here to turn people around?

Flowey: Possibly. I don't know how else you would have skipped the Core elevator and ended up going backward. Unless, you know, you're lying about that too.

Frisk: …

Frisk: Okay, yeah, I deserved that one.

(They get back on their scooter and turn to look at Flowey again.)

Frisk: I'm ready whenever you are.

(Flowey nods, and he moves away back down the path.)

(Once he's out of sight, Frisk takes a deep breath, and they push through the fog.)

(The fog gets thicker again, but they keep going. Soon it gets so thick that only the ground within a foot of the scooter is visible against the light grey surroundings, but after a few moments, the fog slowly dissipates again until it's gone completely. Frisk looks behind them to see that there's nothing there except empty walkway. They sigh then continue moving forward.)

(After a couple of minutes, they stop again right next to Flowey who is crossing his vines.)

Flowey: Guess that settles that.

(Frisk lets out a snort of frustration.)

Frisk: Does that mean something is wrong with the Core and we just can't get to it? Or does this not have anything to do with the Core at all?

(Flowey throws his vines in the air.)

Flowey: How am I supposed to know?!

(Frisk shakes their head.)

Frisk: I don't know what we're supposed to do now. I can't save; we can't get out of New Home. The only things we found here were the weird save points and memories of–

Flowey: I don't want to talk about them right now unless you're willing to tell me what the argument was about.

Frisk: …

Frisk: The only things we know so far is that the save points might be the things causing the loops, but we don't know how unless...

Frisk: …

Frisk: Yeah.

(Flowey glares up at them.)

Flowey: Yeah.

Frisk: …

Frisk: Maybe we should go back to Asgore's house to regroup. I can stop the stream then and open my ask box up for suggestions with the Players to see if they can help us get anywhere with this.

(Flowey snorts.)

Flowey: Yeah, have fun with that. What I'm doing though when we get back there is going to sleep.

Frisk: Fair enough.

(Flowey climbs back in his basket, and they set off back the way they came.)

–

(10:05am)

(Frisk takes their orb out of its harness once they bring the scooter in the house with them. Flowey climbs out of the basket and makes his way over to his and Chara's old room where he turns to give Frisk one last glare.)

Flowey: Wake me up if you find out anything useful.

(Before Frisk has a chance to respond, he slams the door shut.)

(Frisk looks down and sighs. They walk to what used to be the living room, and they suspend the orb in the air to light up the empty room before sitting down on the ground. The camera shakes slightly and moves upward before being brought closer to the floor and then over Frisk's lap.)

Frisk: Oh yeah, I should probably say before I turn off the camera. Um... If any of you can help us figure out what's going on or have other ideas that we should try while we're down here, please send them into my inbox. I know it's been a while since I've been online, and I'll answer the asks that I've gotten between the last time I was online to now next loop after all of this is over.

Frisk: Thank you all for already helping as much as you have, and I'm looking forward to talking to you all again after I turn this thing off. Which I'm going to do right now.

#[time stamps are generalizations to show time passing because I don't actually know how long talking takes lol #let alone movement. I have an idea of how long it would take to get from the entrance to the Underground to the end of New Home #but not really the minute details of places in between] #Dreamer Child #lore from the Frisk #✨ #Frisk is Live #Flower Boy

[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CCCXXXXI

it's been like, actual weeks since I've done one of my beloved tags. it's also been actual weeks since I've added anything to my wips thanks to this prolonged exhaustion but I've decided 'tis time to do one anyway. I have a lot piled up in the stash, after all. @spacetimewraithwrites

easy (the illusion, 2011)

I knew they were there. There was a definitive weight attached to my ankles that surely hit the damp earth repetitively as I ran. I just couldn't feel them. Slint had said this would happen. I'd tried to warn myself against it, to remember that lies flowed out of his mouth easy as blood from a wound. Then he'd forced my chin up and I looked into his eyes. They were all wrong; sometimes Slint told the truth. After all, I couldn't feel my feet.

Sharp sunlight on the river water hit my vision like a spear. I flinched, lost my balance and tumbled down the bank. A hand grabbed my arm as my legs dangled over a great tree root. Torash hauled me back up the bank and forced me forward.

"We can't cross here, the water's too fast." Even while hurried, his voice contained a trace of humor. "They'll be on us before we reach the other side. I know your feet hurt, but keep running!"

early (29 days of october, 2011)

Only a trick, just a trick, and his sword flew from his hands, leaving him panting before me on his knees, my sword point held wavering at his throat. Another five long seconds stretched out, but I couldn't move. I had not fought with someone who didn't want to kill me in a long time. Finally my arms dropped; I blinked as exhaustion seemed to overcome me. Strange, I could go on for hours before needing rest in a fight, but here my knees were buckling, my sword falling from my shaking hands.

In another moment Morren and the other ranger had their arms on mine, helping me over to lay nearer the fire. "Why can't I stand?" I asked groggily.

"Because Alfdan put something in the wine you drank this morning. You didn't sleep last night, and you hadn't slept a whole day before that. You were supposed to wake sooner after exiting the portal, then start sleeping in the early evening. But he was right, you have a strong body. You keep fighting." Morren's voice held a note of admiration, but I was too confused to acknowledge the compliment. My head fell onto his arms as sleep claimed me.

enter (the forest deep, 2011)

Enter, stranger, into the forest deep Be wary on your journey From here to mountain steep Lurking, quiet, in the shadows of the trees Sits many an unearthly beast Could give you cause to flee Softly, stranger, treading on the moss In this forbidden hollow Where you dare to cross Moving, silent, stirring on the wind Echoes of some voices gone Perhaps they are your kin

exist (the illusion, 2011)

Now Torash came from the opposite side of the fire. "Aline! Verain, why haven't you taken care of her?"

Verain shifted her eyes to meet his. "What are you talking about?" She moved my hands. "It's incredible. There's not a mark on them. I didn't know you were so tough. Is this a spell?"

I couldn't think of what to say. Yes, it's a spell, Slint did something to my feet! I can barely see them, I can't feel them, and you say that they're perfectly whole! But nothing came out of my mouth. Torash's face was incredulous in the firelight.

"Look at her feet. How can you say there's not marked? There're blisters all over them, and--, I can see her bone on this one!" Torash reached as if to touch my left foot, but I scooted away from him, pulling myself to a standing position by scrabbling up the tree at my back. As soon as I let go I fell over, though, and tried to ignore the strange knowledge of sticky liquid running from where my feet should've been, up my legs, almost to my knees. Was it blood? Can something bleed if it doesn't really exist?

effort (white, creased, 12. times new roman, 2021)

opinions are easy to have and easier to give, but poke quite a bit upon receiving, so in an effort to save my skin and my sanity, I maintain my right to have and not share everything, to present to you that wrinkled bit of sentiment and let you divine what you will from it; if you believe something false about me in the end I still won’t mind, for I never lied to you, I never was a wall.

empty (words for a poem, 2011)

It's hard to find the picture Of what you want to say When the words that you're looking for Just seem to fade away Right when you set your hands Upon the empty page Your fingers want to roll with feelings But instead there you sit And stare And age

behind, before, below, between. BONUS: believe, beware. @blind-the-winds @athenswrites @zmwrites @zoya-writes @did-i-do-this-write @spacetimewraithwrites OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle #alliteration agency

[hellbornhades]

(SUMMER)

As summer began to make its way, the couple had a lot to prepare for, especially in terms of finances. They were able to remodel the inside of their home and finally make a plan for their wedding, but that involved using a bit of their savings, so they're funds are pretty low.

With their new financial situation, Jaylah thought it was time to publish her books. She wasn't expecting fame to come out of it though… but boy does she make it look good.

And of course after a few days of being in the limelight, Jaylah had to admit, being famous wasn't as fun as she had hoped… yes she's finally being noticed by her job as a writer.. but now she's got to put more effort into everything she writes.

Just a few more days, and I'll be off of work for my wedding and honeymoon, Jaylah thought to herself.

During the next day, Travis was finishing some Wedding preparations while Jaylah slept, he just so happened to spot one of Jaylah's stans, waiting for her outside.

He grumbles to himself: "Got damned Sim stans… figuring out where we live… I told Jay not to give out too many autographs."

Travis decided he would handle this himself and let Jaylah rest, she's been working nonstop to produce a new bestseller on top of planning a wedding and just didn't want to add this to her plate.

Travis: "Look, I don't know who you are or how you found our home, but you need to go. Jaylah is just like any other Sim, she works and eats and has hobbies outside of this fame she's started to gain, just like the rest of us. Now, can you respectfully climb back down the hole you came from before I call the cops!"

Random Stan: "Oh, I uh… look at the time? I must be on my way!"

Despite Jaylah's newly developed fame and how hectic things had started to become for the two, the couple still had their eyes looking forward to making the best of their wedding day.

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(The Next Day)

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It was officially Jaylah and Travis' big day. After careful planning and much preparation, the wedded-couple-to-be reserved their wedding at a secluded and quiet spot in Sulani.

Excited was an understatement, these two have been dying to tie the knot ever since they made their relationship official.

Now standing face to face, Jaylah could swear her heart was beating so loudly that maybe even Travis could hear. Jaylah took Travis' hand and smiled, taking a slow, deep breath and began to recite her vows.

Jaylah: "Low and behold, it's finally the day of our union. The day our lives become one forever. It's one thing to talk about a life together and another thing to truly jump in and get our feet wet; to go forth and set our new lives in motion. Today, this very day, will be the start to our forever life."

Travis could no longer hide his giddy, nervous excitement, occasionally erupting into giggling fits like that of a teenage girl.

Jaylah smiled, continuing on: "Words are beautiful, but actions are what holds so much more meaning. Memories may fade and be forgotten, but together we can always create new ones. The past will always be important, but the future holds so many unforeseen possibilities. With all meaning and sincerity, I will love you forever and ever, Travis. Even when our vessels are returned to the Earth."

Travis took Jaylah's hand and started his vows, gently pushing the ring up her finger: "Gosh, I wish my vows were even close to being as beautiful as yours, but you, my dear, have always been poetic with your words. However, my eyes have never seen so clearly as it has since I've met you. The path I walked once complicated and rocky, has now grown smooth and clear of obstacles with you by my side. Often times, I wonder if I am floating. When I close my eyes, I dream of you and only you, just to awaken to see your beautiful face still fast asleep. My ears have never heard anything as sweet as the day I heard your voice say 'I love you.' My soul has found it's other half and I'm so eternally grateful that it's you, Jaylah."

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#the sims 4 #ts4 simblr #the sims community #hbh #hellborn sims #the sims gameplay #sim stories #ts4 simmer #hbh griffin legacy gen 1 jaylah #sims story

[tetsuro-wulf]

The Wulf's Eye: RP Journal #117 | Spring comes Marching

Most of this moon [March] seems to have me on my feet! Not only that, but a rise of newfound students of mine.

Several youngsters came out to my Kenjutsu class, all being my friends' kids that is. The one who stuck out to me the most would be Hinami. I can see why Ranmaru has taken such a liking to her, if that much was obvious.

Lately I've been teaching Akai how to transform into his kitsune.. and what I assume to be an addition; oni-half the same way I do as my wolven form I've taken more. It warmed me to hear Akai wanted to shift more, having seen me in my other form a lot too. Its come forward more n' more since ascending and pushing for my movement of Balance. I want more to be exposed to the existence of yokai, so why not start by exposing it to folks more?

Eiri, on the otherhand, recently approached me about learning how to FIGHT.. rather than how to KILL. Since, well, they're an assassin. Two completely different things if you look at it in a certain light, so I was pleased. I've started by introducing Eiri to the term of 'endurance' our first 'test' session. I'm glad to have assassination on my side, as I intend to slowly shift what Eiri knows into what they want to learn; how to last in proper battle.

Oh, oh! I ended up taking my company to the Yokai Realm's antique district. At least one of many that I favor-- considering my explanation of such a place at our Starlight gathering, they seemed all for going. We had some.. interesting encounters. I think Haruko ended up buying a pornography book? Ah, well.. He's young. Li and I bought matching plates, and we got me a 'study guide' scroll on Earth, given Li has been teaching me that so far. Just last night, we planted flowers tooo..! Well, 'planted' is an understatement. He showed me how to channel my Chi into the land, which connected to the seed of flowers planted, which gave them growth. SO we grew many.. and MANY around headquarters in time for the Bonfire!

I could go on and on about such a treasured moment, ah.. rather bold of me to have hinted here and there about a future together. Haruko and I the other afternoon chatted in my office about.. my plants to propose to Li, finally. I want to do it at Hanafubuki. How could I not? At a FLOWER viewing. Haruko was very very excited which.. was a relief. It warmed my heart when he insisted on helping me grow flowers to give to Li. Reminded me of how I accidentally proposed when Li and I first met by gifting him flowers. Hah! This time, though, will be real.

I'm excited to call someone my 'husband'. I'm excited to have a ceremony that I can call mine. I'm excited to put a ring on him.

..And it's only next month..

03.21.2023

#ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv writing #wulf journal #wulf journals

[the-firebird69]

So we're talking about when he gets to Mars it's quite a ways out and he went into the weight lifting room with Hera for the first time and she said he's quite a ham went down he's picking up 400 lb he's a big fella he's been working out on Earth and lifted up as said there's something weird about this and he's playing around with it lifting up pretty quick doing some curls putting it down and they came in and said put that down and stop fooling around and he said why it's really light and they said why is it really light that's what they said and it said it's marked for Mars I said it's marked for Earth but it's Martian weight so she be like 200 lb and I said yeah probably so it's probably remarket and you and Hera spent the whole day marking it up correctly. And you're starting to think what is this some kind of scam and people are watching and said it's kind of to figure out if we're watched or not and I'll suddenly start getting something his perspective is kind of different so we all are laughing he came into the cafeteria and we said I'm sorry about the weights thing and said I think I figured it out it's a lot lighter here I'm going to have some problems trying to stay in shape and we said we're not going to be here too long and you'll be back to normal gravity and she's going to be in heavy gravity and we need love and attention and you said oh oh yeah it's two weeks or something like that and she's smiling and saying I do need you now sit here and you smile when I say it so I know what I'm saying and they don't like you to kiss in public sometimes you do but I feel good I feel like we're going to be together forever and it's fine I'm sure it's fine but it'll be wonderful we have a huge future but the future we're going to have being together having lunch and dinner and being friends forever and best friends and lovers it's really all we were wanted in the first place and that's what it's going to be lots of the times so I'm looking forward to seeing you because that's what I want to know and you're right being in charge is a responsibility it's a lot of pressure but we can get through it together and yes we can he says and we have done a lot together and it's coming out right now and it's going to be a little bit of a storm and we're going to cover that over there if we have to we'll move you if we have to but we can't let the storm stuff happen and what you say is we have to knock some of them down and they say it's true too so we're going to start doing it and they take a major beating in the next few days I appreciate it I do too that's a funny story well why is it marked for here why does it run for Earth it's kind of weird it's like who's been to Earth or something if we get that we mark it all we're remarkable not us oh you creep it's a dumb joke so we're going to be fun together it's going to be good you'll be fine you'll remember you remember too much no I remember it all used to Snicker at me and think I was cute and you'd say what am I going to do without you no I didn't say that no but really they were a lot and I couldn't stand it but that's not why no you'll see why it's going to be great won't be just fine it's going to be every person every woman's dream is to be Queen and so I see what you're saying... What's funny is they were too but really they weren't running it on my side I just see what you're saying that's kind of awesome I'm looking forward to that too a lot and I'm leading and I'm really here but I do need you here and promise me not to fart so much dammit I'll go outside your room I've had enough of this to be our room okay

Hera he's making the farting sound and I'm cringy it's terrible it says a lot worse than you think probably remember looking back at tapes so I remember it you're walking away you look a hundred feet away from my house in the backyard and then rip one it's really loud lol

Zues

Oh Jesus Christ this is terrible get those to a room

Daniel

Haha what the hell does this mean I can't fart in front of you but boy do I get a rip one I do it all the time

Stan

Well having a good time and we're watching all sorts of things happen but this is the point right here where there's going to be an invasion and seti here's it. I just stress signal so they're listening now to the Moon with some of their arrays and a whole bunch of others are

Thor Freya

Olympus

[tadpal]

tiny vent!! inconsequential in the long run!! dw about it!! it's a non issue no trigger warnings just little pining vent! read or don't read idc

#thinking about how even tho people have admitted to liking me after they got over their crush #ive only ever been asked out as a joke. and how i've gotten stood up multiple times even when i have asked people out #and how it kind of sucks to like. not be desired in the way it seems other people get desired. like why dont people just ask me? #im approachable? ive been called non threateningly pretty like 6 times so im like quite sure that its not bc im Too Hot #am i too visibly mentally ill? do i flirt too much with everyone?? whats going on?? #i've put a lot of feet forward in my time on this earth and i've always been the starter for things and ive been rejected plenty #and idk i just think its time for me to be wooed u know? i think i should be the one who gets asked to things. #i also want dates that i dont have to plan and unexpected gifts and to be flirted with and given special affection and attention #i want to get surprise hugged and casually touched and have hands rest on my waist and have someone check up on me in groups and like #when will someone look after me? its rotten work sure but maybe it wont be to someone u know? #i think ive done enough romancing i think someone should like me enough to put themselves on the line for once. #but idk maybe i expect too much.... its not happened yet so like. rip #sorry for pining publicly. fallen into multiple romance hyperfixations and valentines day is approaching #and people keep getting crushes and telling me about them (which is cute!! i do like being in the know) #but it means i have a lot of time to think about what i want #and rn i think its mostly to be wanted