Cicero and Listener gathering flowers for Mother, then killing people who're bounty hunting the Listener and then just having a cute camp/picnic while still covered in blood,,,,, that's my favourite daydream of Cici
Mother needed dragon's tongue, Cicero said. He would always bring her flowers, and make sure they were fresh and fragrant. It was sweet, and it made him happy. The Listener suspected it made Mother happy, too. So they were picking dragon's tongue off the side of the road south of Windhelm. The Listener was being careful, picking only a few blossoms from each plant to keep them growing and healthy. Cicero was less calculating, and picked whichever ones he thought best, even if that was every flower the plant had to offer. When they had a full basket of flowers, the Listener rested, sitting on the side of a stone ledge, and began to pick wild jazbay grapes, popping some of the sweet berries into their mouth and adding some to the over-crowded basket.
Cicero kept gathering flowers. They watched him flit about in the late afternoon sun, mumbling and laughing to himself and looking, gods bless him, content. “And there was the one with the, no, no that won't do, too crass. Oh, terribly, terribly crass. But perhaps if I reworded it...” he mumbled to himself, following a train of thought whose beginning and end were as obfuscated to himself as anyone else. They were so caught up in looking at him that they didn't notice the quickly approaching footsteps on the road behind them, despite the fact that they were far from stealthy.
“Well!" said Cicero sharply, catching the Listener's attention, “It looks like we have company. Should Cicero set another place at the table?” The rest of the world came back into focus, and they hopped off of the ledge to stand next to him.
“Perhaps it's nothing," they said, as the group approached, "perhaps they'll just keep walking.” They both hoped that it was not nothing, and that they would be stupid enough to make trouble. They both got their wish.
“You! We know who you are,” said one of them, a thick-accented Dunmer near the front.
"Oh?” They asked, clutching the basket of flowers like an innocent youth. A sentiment undercut by Cicero's grim laughter.
“Yeah.” He returned, stepping dangerously closer, “and ever since what you did to the Emperor you've got a mighty fine price on your head, too.” He was in leather armor, as were most of his cadre, and the leather was from cows and not netches. They hadn't traveled too terribly far for the bounty. The Listener wondered how far rumors had spread, and who was spreading them. They had gone to great lengths to remove witnesses in the past.
“Do you have proof, or are you going to execute me on your hunch alone?” They asked.
“Please. You have the jester with you. There's only one little redheaded jester in all of Skyrim, far as I know, and he's your one.”
“Oh! Cicero feels terribly special,” he said, knives already drawn. But he did like that idea of possession, that even strangers knew who he was, and who the Listener was, and that he was theirs.
The Listener smiled in that way they did, sharp and nasty, that made Cicero's heart start beating even faster than the thrill of the impending fight did. The good name of the Dark Brotherhood had been tarnished so badly that these poor men had no idea what they were up against. The man reached for the sword on his belt, and Cicero, like a well trained attack dog, pounced.
He cut the man's throat before anyone knew what was happening. A spray of blood issued from the wound and covered Cicero and the Listener and the basket of flowers, which the Listener set gingerly behind them before drawing their own weapons and advancing to join Cicero in the throng. They made quick work of the rest of the bounty hunters, who reacted slowly, as if they had been expecting the assassins to surrender when outnumbered.
“Mash and bash and swipe and clash! Ha!” laughed Cicero, sidestepping to avoid overturning the discarded baskets of flowers, “nobody gets the best of the Dark Brotherhood.” The Listener allowed themself to laugh with him. When it was all said and done, they were ringed by the bodies of the dead and dying, sitting among the flowers and leaning on each other to laugh like children. By the time they stopped fighting, and then stopped laughing, the moons had come out.
“Oh,” said the Listener, pushing away from where Cicero had clutched them in his helpless mirthful peals, “I suppose we'll have to set up here for the night.”
“Mmhm,” said Cicero, still giggling. He lowered his bloody head onto their lap and popped a blood-splattered grape from their basket into his mouth. “Whatever you say, my Listener.”
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All the kids are protective of Bruce but when he starts dating someone that makes him soft and happy they begrudgingly let him go on the date. Even if they are watching from a distance the entire time. If they make him this happy. . . They guess that person can stay.
You can say Clark Kent babes it's fine - BUT NO LIKE I SO AGREE if anything they're protective bc of Bruce's stellar bad luck in romance; especially dick and Jason. They're Bruce's early birds and eye witnesses to how he was treated, which sparked this undeniable instinct to PROTECT that stayed with them even after all these years. because they just love their dad so fucking much and want to see him have ONE crumb of normalacy
They just have very different approaches bc I can see Dick actively trying to find Bruce a partner with blind dating.
Jason holds everyone to a ' men written by women' , jane austen standard and is very unapologetic abt it
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Crystal Pool anon here, and damn... Pokémon just gave us more backstory regarding Pecharunt and crew on the official youtube channel
It... Certainly provides us a whole new perspective for the poison mythical, and now the story gets more deeper with the fact that no one is inherently taking the full blame for all the misfortune that happened
Would explain, but think it's best you watch the 5-minute vid yourself to see what I mean as it may or may not make Pecharunt and the Loyal Three more appealing(Pun intended) to you
I just watched it and YEAH OH MY GOD 😭😭😭
It's nice to get more lore on its connection to the Three and how it just wanted more affection from its owners (but ultimately went too far in trying to obtain that)
Also I recently learned that if you send one of them into battle against Pecharunt, it gets angry,,,and this video made me realize how betrayed it must have felt.
Nothing must've stung more than seeing one of its companions who died defending it return from the grave.....only to realize it found a new companion in a human, of all things
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Hi 👋🏼 sorry to bother you, I wanted to send some fic idea to you to see if you would like them, because I'm in love with your Carlos/Oscar, but my ideas concern other ships and I don't know if they're okay. Do you have any off limit ships? Or can I send any ship idea?
Like for me I have some Def NOTP and absolutely no I won't read if character A is involved and I don't know if it's the same for you. So instead of sending an annoying ask, I prefer to check if it's okay?
Thank you and have a great day 💜
anon this is such a sweet and thoughtful ask, thank you so much for thinking to check! you are so very lovely!
i have no NOTPs here in the house of antimonyandthyme anything goes! i am very willing to be compelled in any direction, in fact i am exceedingly willing to be compelled by people who barely interact at all (see: carlos/oscar kekekeke). obviously i have my faves and there’ll be some pairings i am more ambivalent towards, but variety is the spice of life ;)
please feel free to send me your fic ideas regardless of what pairing, nothing would make me happier!
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What if
Texting Saeyoung a pspspspsp 🥺
When he's literally right beside you drinking Dr Pepper on picnic 🥺🥺🥺
"You want a sip sip sip sip?"
Saeyoung's smug grin caught you by surprise. You cursed yourself silently as you looked back at the text you had just sent. Sure enough, you had accidentally started with "s" in your message, sending a "spspsps" that made you look like you wanted to summon a PhD Pepper rather than beckon over your catboy.
"Aww, don't pout. Here, I'll share."
You opened your mouth to protest--you didn't actually want his soda! But before you could voice your frustrations, the flavors of cherry and cola flooded your senses. Cherry, cola, honey, butter, and the little sandwiches you had packed in hopes of getting Saeyoung to eat a vegetable for once.
His lips were very skilled at teasing, but they were also oh so sweet.
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