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celtic-crossbow · 3 months

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Whumpuary Day 23-24

Prompt: Rescue

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; strangulation.

You saw the exact moment when Beta realized it was a trap. You had argued to be the bait, which the Whisperer had eagerly accepted, his wide strides bringing him only a few feet away before his eyes changed and panic consumed you.

“Daryl, he knows!”

It was too late. Daryl barreled from his hiding place with his knife drawn, intending to plunge it into Beta’s skull while the other man was preoccupied. The behemoth caught the archer by the throat, backhanding you with enough force to send you careening across the room and into the wall at the far end.

The world tilted, fuzzy and reduced to colors and shapes. You heard the unmistakable sounds of metal clattering to the floor. Daryl’s knife. Thumps, grunts, and finally a horrible wheezing filtered through before things began to shift into clarity.

Beta had Daryl against a wall, both hands around the archer’s neck. The latter kicked and squirmed to no avail just before Beta used his body to pin Daryl in place, his only means of defense remaining were fingers clawing against the iron grip that held him at least a foot off the floor.

“For Alpha.” The Whisperer declared, his arms long enough to keep the bowman from reaching him with a solid punch. The pressure around Daryl’s throat intensified, the whites of his eyes going red when blood vessels burst. He could no longer make noise, mouth hanging open in desperation for much needed oxygen. The process was meant to be torturous, dying slowly while the larger man looked on in twisted delight. You knew what was coming. If you didn’t act, you would surely hear the snapping of bone that would leave Daryl beyond saving.

You shakily pushed yourself onto all fours, drawing the knife hidden in your boot. Blinded by rage, you prepared, calculating. It had to be flawless, lest you unintentionally hurt Daryl in the process.

You allowed the memories to flow freely, supplying you with the strength you needed: Tara, Enid, Henry, Connie. The sounds of Carol’s wailing when she saw her son’s head on that pike. And now Beta dared to try and take your archer.

You steeled your resolve when Daryl’s struggling ceased, his eyes rolling back and his limbs falling limply against the wall. Pushing from the floor, you ran at Beta before he could anticipate your attack. He thought he had time to enjoy the archer’s slow demise.

Motherfucker thought wrong.

You hit his side with all the strength you had, his shock leaving him susceptible to your attack. Your knife plunged into his back over and over, seeking spine, kidneys, whatever your blade could reach. The man staggered sideways, the sound of glass shattering when you forced him straight through the window. You released your knife and took advantage of your momentum, hooking an arm around Daryl’s waist as you twisted, snatching the bowman from Beta’s grip as he plummeted to the ground below in what you hoped would leave him a broken heap on the concrete. You wanted to rip off his flesh mask and leave him for his own herd to devour.

You and Daryl struck the floor hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. You had hoped the impact would kickstart the archer’s need to draw in a breath but he remained still, silent. Two fingers to his neck found a slow thrum.

“You don’t get to die, damn you!” You tilted back his head, pinching his nose to breathe for him desperately. It only took two rescue breaths for him to respond. A deep, painful sounding inhale that left you dizzy with relief. “That’s it. Just breathe.”

You didn’t need to wait long before he regained consciousness, the red coloring of his eyes in unsettling contrast to the cerulean blue. “Welcome back.” You smiled wetly, petting his hair.

“Beta?” He rasped, coughing harshly. You shushed him, your hand settling on his cheek.

“If he’s not dead, he’s certainly not happy.” An eager but chaste kiss was pressed against Daryl’s lips. You yearned for more, needing to feel his warmth; desperate to confirm you hadn’t lost him. His throat was already darkening into a mess of blacks and deep purples. “Don’t try to talk.” Your hand returned to stroking his hair. “Just rest. We’re safe for the time being.”

With clumsy movements of heavy limbs, Daryl sought your hand, pinning it against his chest when you offered it up.

“I will fuck up anyone who comes near you.” A less desperate press of your lips to his forehead. “I’ve got you.”

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senorabond · 5 months

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Rumor Has It (Peña x f!Reader x Pike) Series Masterlist

Series Summary: (Javier Peña x fem/afab!Reader x Marcus Pike) You've recently transferred from a promising job in D.C. to Texas when DEA Special Agent Javier Peña approaches you with his current case. Rumor has it you have an in with the FBI art crimes unit, and the DEA could use your skills and connections on a suspected narcos money laundering case. You need to do well on this case to prove yourself, but you're not sure Marcus Pike will even help after the way you left.

Reader/Character notes: Reader is fem!afab; No mention of Reader’s body size, shape, composition, or skin color.

Series Warnings: no use of y/n, previous relationship (Pike x f!reader), future Javi x Reader x Marcus (MFM/FMM dynamics), masturbation (m & f), fantasizing, Dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, workplace romance, initial slowburn (Javi x f!reader), so much yearning, additional chapter-specific warnings.

Chapter 1: The Javier Peña comes to you for help on a case.

Chapter 2: You’re reviewing the case file Javi gave you when a memory of your last night in D.C. distracts you.

Chapter 3: After a bit of a brainstorm, you decide it’s finally time to call Marcus and get his opinion (he always has the right words). Javi has opinions of his own on the matter.

Chapter 4: Marcus is still reeling from your phone call and can’t stop thinking about the last time he saw you. Peña is ready to get things moving.

Chapter 5: Peña has done more than you expected by making you the Customs Agent in Charge, and you’re already starting to feel the pressure. While preparing to give your first official brief, you reach out once again to Marcus for reassurance. The call leads you down memory lane to the last conversation you had with Marcus face to face.

Complete Evidence Locker Flashback This is the complete flashback, which was originally pieced out across chapters 2, 4, and 5.

Chapter 6: Javier meets you at the office the next day to help you with the big briefing, then shows you a different side of Houston.

Chapter 7: The case is progressing more quickly than expected, presenting the first opportunity to set the bait for the narcos. When plans for the undercover operation go awry, you have to think and act fast. Meanwhile, whatever is going on between you and Javi gets kicked into high gear.

WIP Wednesday post with a lil' sneak peak of Chapter 8!

Chapter 8 Before going any further, you set some ground rules with Javi. Then it's fucking game on.

Chapter 9 (NEW! Posted 4/5) Flashback: All rules go out the window the first time you and Marcus are truly alone.

Chapter 10 - Coming Soon!

#rumor has it fic #senorabond writes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #javi x reader x pike #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #narcos fic #narcos #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike #the mentalist fic #the mentalist

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marmastry · 2 months

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Sorry, my friend @incorrect-splatoon read you comic and just text me "Mr.Buddy is chad, hasa is ass" and now we made this.

😭😭😭 lol

Ok, but how dare u call Hasa Jobless. He's not!!! He pays for his rent accordingly and actively avoids being in debt! I haven't gotten a chance to explore it in the story, but he does repair work for machines and stuff. Ever since the tenta brella incident, he obsessively tried to figure out what he did wrong. He's been tinkering with machines when Marlin found him underground because it was the closest thing he could play with 😫💥 He's a hard worker overall!

Anyway, here's some of the jobs my OCs do.

Maya: Part timer everywhere from Salmon run, to package delivery work, etc. This is why she's always sleepy. Ink sport was her main income before.

Pike: Modeling.

Azure: Media related work. Works with Ariel.

Betta: Influencer

Marlin: She scouts for areas that can be an ink sport map. She travels the world a lot and is barely home because of that.

Bait: Tutor (He's really good dealing with kids)

Iodine: Cook. He does paid tarot reading as well.

I think that's about it?

#the only thing holding me back from exploring these lore details is because idk how to talk about machines and stuffs 😭#same with Iodine's tarot reading shit #I generally dont feel comfortable writing about things idk about lol #but yeah #i should draw Hasa with his side stuffs sometimes ((doesnt know how to draw machines RIP))#Marlin still sends money to Hasa and Azure tho despite them being independent now

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Yawns, g'morning.

I'm thinking about Vaxleth and episode 51, as. Most of us are, really. Holy shit.

And I think Vax's divine nature played a role in how Ludinus was able to set and bait this trap. I don't think we'd have gotten this outcome if Vax was still a mortal Champion, like his sister. Furthermore, Keyleth’s position as Voice of the Tempest was also critical here.

Let me explain: let's say some other half of a ship could have fulfilled this orb critera. If we pretend that any Champion could do (I think they needed the divine aspect of Vax's unlife but play along here), why not bait the trap for Vex, or Pike, or Scanlan, or Yasha?

Beyond the 'Vax is practically an angel now and has orb properties' angle, I think part of it is the sheer... everything that is mortal. If Percy was captured Vex would have any number of solutions - send Trinket in, attack at range, Rogue it up, or do the sensible thing and bring in friends. The living are variable, you can't count on them to behave as you need.

Ludinus loathes gods and their servants: of course he'd expect them to be predictable - and he'd be right! Vax is not all Vax anymore (see Dalen's Closet and Tal’Dorei Reborn), he's a deathless shepherd and servant of the Raven Queen. Why would he think this through? He has no life to lose, only Keyleth’s to save. You don’t need to consider how to use a shield, you just do. People shape their plans around the steady expectations of gods, their almost immutable domains, and Vax is divine enough for that to apply to him. They'd know he would behave exactly as he did. It could be argued living!Vax would as well, and there are several songs and historical records about him, so worst came to worst Ludinus could hope that this is maintained. But that's an uncertainty, and not fitting for a centuries-long plan.

And now the second part: it had to be Keyleth. They couldn't have used Vex to draw him out, I don’t think, as much as it pains me. Either the story of Dalen's Closet was limited to the guests and any lil kids who heard the Ballad of Derrig or it proves the Champion cannot willingly approach his sister. It took a Wish for that.

Vex has had five kids, spent thirty years protecting Whitestone, and has her fingers in the financial goings on of all Tal’Dorei. By no means does she have a small impact on the world: her smallest taxation decisions could mean poverty or wealth for thousands! But many of her biggest impacts on the future, on destiny, have already come to pass. Her adventures in Vox Machina, the children she bore, the decades of decisions she's already made (I doubt she'd be on the council for even a few years without changing much of her sphere to her liking.)

Keyleth is the Voice of the Tempest. She will, hopefully, live almost two thousand years. Imagine all the lives she will impact in that time! Directly! The Matron must be so familiar with her strand of fate because it touches so many, many others!

Even if Vax, somehow, did not remember her. Even if he was a shell of himself. This is someone the Matron cannot let die before her time (hopefully a thousand plus years from now). This is one person she would have to bend the rules for and see saved, and there's just the man for the job. She would not allow intervention for Vex, or Percy, or those nieces and nephews Vax surely watches. Not Velora, not Scanlan, not Gilmore. Keyleth, with centuries of work to do in this world, with generations to guide, is too valuable.

What I'm saying is... literally no other ship could have pulled this off. None. This was built for Vaxleth, from its very bones. You could have, say, an AU where Vex is the Champion of Ravens (wink), and this would not be certain enough for Ludinus to bank on it. Very likely, but not assured (the Matron could refuse to intervene, or they could intervene in a less 'take me instead you lil red-storm shit' way, etc.).

Evil plans bank on the inevitable. Gravity, greed, time. Their love is inevitable, a law of nature.

It could not have been anyone else

#Vaxleth is! not one of my main ships.#EXCEPT for those dozen-ish episodes where Vax is a Revenant and the angst is top tier and OH BOY DOES THIS DELICER #deliver*#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role #critrole spoilers #vaxleth #vax'ildan #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #cr c3e51 #c3e51 #campaign 3 #vox machina #ludinus da'leth #cr meta

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trulybetty · 6 months

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oct x 11 - pumpkin spice

Prompt: pumpkin spice Pairing: marcus pike x f!Reader Word Count: 3,366 Warnings: this is somewhat au? I don't know how to describe it - but honestly, outside the mentions of food, just introductions to our characters 💕 Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the changing blossom trees and celebrate the fall season. after losing your job you find yourself a part of the community which includes the towns baker who left a less than stellar impression on you. AO3: Linked

A/N: this is a departure for me, this is going to be all sickly sweet and sticky sweetness - made a teeny tiny dash of angst? This will be told in three parts through the month, no promise on when the next part will be posted - but keep an eye out. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear it!

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Something Sweet, This Way Comes Part I | Pumpkin Spice

Maplewood was a small town nestled deep in the heart of British Columbia Canada, the crisp autumn air brought a sense of enchantment. The maple leaves painted the streets with vibrant shades of red and orange, and the town buzzed with anticipation for Halloween.

At the hub of it all was Maple Delights, a mainstay of the small town that had changed owners only three years ago. Before that Marcus Pike had left the FBI’s art division on the heels of lost love and disillusions for the career he once loved. Everyone always assumed he was a dab hand with creative pursuits when he would tell them he worked in the bureaus art department. And while he had studied art at college, it had been in art history. Truth was he couldn’t paint anything worth posting further than the front of the fridge, but baking on the other hand, was a hidden talent he’d always exceeded in.

So when a late night social media scroll after handing in his notice brought him to an article on the small town of Maplewood being a hidden gem in the Northern Canadian mountains. Over the following days he’d drifted back to the article several times before a Google search brought him to the small town’s website.

Then it wasn’t too much of a stretch to click on the link for the modest page of properties both for sale and rent, curiosity baiting him, only to find the town’s historic bakery up for sale.

Dashing any thoughts out of his head he’d closed his laptop with a shake of his head, it was an absurd idea. He was an early retiree of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he had no business entertaining the idea of purchasing a bakery, let alone one in seemingly the middle of nowhere Canada.

But between the calls from friends and family checking in on him with the news of his departure from the job he once dearly loved and the end of the whirlwind romance that he’d thought was the one, he found himself late each night scrolling mindlessly, glass of wine in one hand, phone in the other, back looking at the town of Maplewood.

He did have a sizable nest egg, he owned his apartment which was now in what was considered a trendy part of town and worth a lot more than when he first purchased it.

He wasn’t entirely sure what possessed him two nights later to email the town's realtor, but within the month he was the proud owner of Maple Delights and all its contents and was packing up the contents of his modest apartment and heading north.

The previous owner had passed, with adult grandchildren who lived far away in various places across the country, and who had no interest in a historic bakery in the middle of nowhere; it had been left with no choice to go up for sale by the estate.

It had taken some modernization, not so easy a feat in the far north of BC where the local hardware store was a mom and pops situation and the nearest Home Depot was three hours away, but Marcus had made it work with help from a local contractor who’d enjoyed the challenge.

The facade had undergone a drastic change too, much to the chagrin of some locals. But when it was revealed to be a homage to its original exterior, when it was first opened, there had been actual tears at the results.

The front of the store was made up of a large window and wooden framing. In cursive the bakeries name was painted across the glass. At the front were planters at the wooden windowsill, filled with roses of various shades of pinks and whites. The climbing ivy had been stripped away to allow the brick underneath to stand out, making the white frames pop all the more.

It truly was a delight to see.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long after that for Marcus to win over the town. With his natural ability for baking and his charm, he won over any naysayers to the outsider in their town quite quickly and was soon a beloved member of the community.

Your journey to Maplewood however, was nearly not as charming.

It was a gloomy Tuesday morning when you received the email that would change the course of your life. As you sipped your coffee and stared at the screen, disbelief washed over you. The subject line was blunt and to the point: ‘Termination of Employment.’

You opened the email and read the cold, corporate language that informed you of the company's decision to downsize. Your position had been eliminated, effective immediately. There was no room for negotiation, no farewell party, just a stark message informing you that your services were no longer required.

You had worked at the job for who knows how long, because it felt like forever.

In the days that followed, you wrestled with the uncertainty of your future. You tried reaching out to your network, searching for new job opportunities in Toronto, but the job market was tough, and the competition was fierce. The bills kept piling up, and you felt the weight of financial insecurity pressing down on you.

It was one of those nights where you were texting with your friend Libby, a long time resident of Maplewood after she gave up the rat race to open a bookstore in the small town years ago. That she extended an offer that was too sweet to refuse. End your rental agreement and come up north and spend some time in the great outdoors and figure out what you want to do next.

With no other choices coming your way, you did just that.

That was three months ago.

As the days passed, you found yourself slowly adjusting to the laid-back lifestyle of Maplewood. Gone were the stresses of city life and the constant pressure to perform at your job. Instead, you spent your mornings sipping coffee in Libby's apartment above the bookstore and spent the rest of your day either helping out in the store or taking a stroll around town to take in all the unique sights that Maplewood had to offer.

Black Cat Books was wall to ceiling bookshelves and every manageable space was filled with books. It was a labyrinth, but Libby could stride through it like she was born into its midst. But ask Libby where any particular title resided? You'd find that she knew exactly how many steps it took to get there.

Libby placed another book on the shelf behind her, “He’s really not all that bad.”

You sneered, “I don’t know why this whole town is obsessed with him.”

“Says the woman who is watching him from across the street and has been for the last hour.” Libby remarked, punctuated by a disbelieving look over the top of her glasses.

“I can’t help if the bakery is straight across the street,” she raised an equally disbelieving eyebrow at you, she didn't believe a word you were saying “and it’s his bakery, of course he’d be there.” you finished, crossing your arms across your chest refusing to make eye contact.

“Sure,” she dragged out her response, “whatever you say.”

You had been in Maplewood for a week when you'd run into Marcus, quite literally run into him. Crossing the main square, you may not have been paying attention, focusing on refreshing your email for leads on work as he had been stepping up onto the sidewalk, his arms full of bakery boxes obscuring his view.

“Watch where you're going much?!” You'd exclaimed, hands on your hips and glaring at him.

He'd looked up from the ground, his hands filled with ruined boxes, eyes narrowed. “Me? How could you miss me?”

“Well if you had been watching where you were going.” You countered.

He was about to launch into another tirade when he glanced at his watch. Stifling a curse he ran a hand through his hair before speaking, his voice low and gruff. “I haven't got time for this.”

With that he quickly gathered the last of the boxes and stomped off in the direction of the bakery. Your first encounter with the town's beloved baker had left nothing but a sour taste in your mouth.

Since then, you'd avoided any and all interactions with the man and fought rolling your eyes when people would speak so highly of the American who had made Maplewood his home. After all, he was the one responsible for bringing more business to Maplewood through word-of-mouth of his creations.

“Look,” Libby pointed at the sandwich board propped outside the shop, “today’s special is pumpkin spice scones, how about you go get us some and a couple of coffees?” she suggested as she pulled some money from her purse she kept under the counter.

You rolled your eyes but still took the money, guy was questionable, but his scones were to die for. Not that you would admit it to anyone.

A quick look both ways you dashed across the street. It was the start of October, a busy month for the town. Tourists would flock in to see the changing colours of the cherry blossom trees that lined both sides of the main street that led up to the town's main square outside city hall.

The weather was getting colder, and even though it was literally steps from Black Cat Books, you'd wished you'd grabbed your toque and scarf. But before you could think more about it you were outside the bakery.

The window took up most of the front of the store, vintage lettering spelling out the bakery's name Maple Delights painted across the pane. The roses that usually filled the planter boxes outside were filled with an abundance of pumpkins of various colours and sizes. Halloween decorations filled the spaces between cake stands and trays of seasonal goods punctuated by decadent cakes decorated with tiny ghosts and ghouls.

The shop bell rang as you opened the door, the bakery was cozy and inviting with its high ceilings and hardwood floors. The smell of freshly baked bread and sugar, mingled with the spiciness of cinnamon and pumpkin spice – classic scents of fall that permeated the air making your mouth water.

A bright eyed Sarah, with a book open in front of her behind the counter called out your name, “Hey there! What can I get for you today?”

You smiled and made your way to the counter eyeing the vintage blackboard that took up most of the wall behind it. The chalk sketch confirmed that today's special was pumpkin scones, “I'll take two pumpkin spice scones and two lattes, extra hot please.”

Sarah nodded as she began preparing the order. She had been working at the bakery after school and the weekends since she turned sixteen at the start of the summer. You knew this because she got paid every Friday and would dart straight across to Black Cat Books to pick a new book bringing with her treats from the bakery.

“You should try the apple cider doughnuts!” she exclaimed as she boxed up two large scones.

“That so?” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her recommendation.

“Uh huh,” Sarah replied with a grin, “Marcus dipped them in a cinnamon maple glaze this time,” she added with a little groan of appreciation, “they're so good, and there's only just a few left.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as if she were tempting you.

You couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. “Well, with that kind of endorsement, why not. Throw a couple in too.”

As you waited for your order and made small talk with Sarah, you took a moment to look around the store. It was late afternoon, and the warm, soft glow of the autumn sun streamed through the window, casting a gentle light on the displays. The shelves, while not as full as they might be in the morning, still held an array of intricate desserts. More decorations of fake cobwebs, pumpkins, and ghosts adorned the shelves and countertops, adding to the bakery's seasonal charm.

In the background, the back of the bakery was open to the kitchen out back. The stainless steel counters gleamed in the soft light, and the usual cacophony of mixers that lined the back wall was silent for the moment. It was a rare sight, given the bakery's reputation for bustling activity, especially in the weeks leading up to Halloween.

Just then, a door swung open at the back, and Marcus emerged, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed in a deep orange flannel shirt, which seemed to accentuate the rich colors of the fall season. His tousled curled hair always gave the impression that he had just woken up from a nap, yet it added an effortlessly charming quality to his appearance. His patchy facial hair, seemingly ever-present, only added to his rugged charm.

You couldn't help but curse silently under your breath. Despite having no time for the man, there was no denying he was just as attractive as the sweet treats he created. It seemed as though every time you crossed paths, he had a knack for appearing more alluring.

“Hey Sarah,” he greeted the teen, “I can finish this up for you, I don't want you to miss the committee meeting for the trick or treat parade.” he said, referencing the penultimate celebration of the town's October celebrations.

Sarah's face lit up as she started to untie her apron, “Thanks, Marcus. You're a lifesaver.”

As Marcus took over your order, Sarah excused herself, heading towards the exit. Her parting words were aimed at both you and Marcus. “See you later!”

With Sarah's departure, an awkward silence settled between you and Marcus. The air seemed to crackle with the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks.

“Looks like you're stuck with me for a while,” Marcus remarked, breaking the silence with a wry smile. His tone was light, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, an undercurrent of amusement at the situation.

You nodded in reluctant agreement, realizing that there was no escape from this moment. “Seems that way,” you replied.

Marcus busied himself with finishing up your order, his hands deftly manoeuvring around cups and saucers. He poured the lattes into to-go cups before adding the last dollop of whipped cream to a pumpkin spice latte. The warm, spicy scent filled the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods.

As he reached out to pass you the tray of drinks and the bag filled with baked treats, your hands brushed against each other. Time seemed to slow, the atmosphere tingling with a spark that neither of you had felt before. It was a fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you suddenly aware of the space between you.

Marcus cleared his throat. “I, uh, put a cranberry muffin in there. For Libby. I know they're her favourite.”

You blinked, a little thrown off by the unexpected kindness. “That's very thoughtful of you.” You reached for your purse, ready to pay for the order, “How much is it?” you asked, but Marcus waved you off.

Marcus shook his head, grinning slightly. “It's on the house. Consider it a thank-you to Libby for watching the store the other week.”

“Thank you,” you finally said, struggling to find the right words. “That's... that's very kind of you.”

Marcus shrugged, his gaze meeting yours for just a second longer than necessary. “It's what neighbours do, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I suppose it is.”

The bell above the door jingled, breaking the moment as more customers entered the bakery, kids trailing behind their parents, all excited for Halloween goodies. You picked up the tray and bag, suddenly aware that you had to leave, but not quite ready to break the newfound connection.

“I'll see you around?” Marcus asked, with maybe a note of hopeful uncertainty in his voice, you weren’t sure.

You smiled despite yourself, “Maybe,” you replied as you raised your now full hands in an attempt at a wave.

Marcus was about to answer when the bakery's new patrons diverted his attention and you took the opportunity to leave, your head suddenly full of conflicting feelings for the man.

Exiting out onto the street, you couldn't help but inhale deeply, letting the crisp, early October air fill your lungs in hope it would clear your head. The town's signature cherry blossom trees that lined each side of the street had traded their springtime pinks for shades of orange and yellow, a change of costume in tune with the season.

Libby looked up from the book she was reading when you stepped back into the store, “You were longer than I expected.”

You felt an unexpected heat spread up your chest to your cheeks, “Sarah was working,” you quickly threw out, “she was telling me about the book she got last week.”

Libby accepted the coffees and paper bag so you could shrug off your coat, “Ooo, cranberry muffin! My favourite!”

“Yeah, Marcus threw it in there for you.”

“So you spoke to Marcus?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, an unmissable smirk on her face.

You narrowed your eyes in response, “Briefly.”

Libby took a bite of her scone, the noises she made boarded on the line of scandalous, “God, this is good.”

“Should I leave you and your scone alone?”

Libby grinned, crumbs of scone still clinging to the corners of her mouth. “If you leave me now, I'll name my first-born after this scone. It'll have a weird life, but at least it'll be delicious.”

You chuckled at her melodrama as you took your coffee out of its tray.

Libby grinned, “I swear to god, if I was remotely interested in men I'd be climbing him like a tree. Heck, I might just do it for the baked goods.”

You rolled your eyes, “Easy there tiger.”

“I really don't know how he's single, three years in this town and it's not like the women haven't been throwing themselves at him.”

“Well, maybe he is really too good to be true.” You countered, taking up your apparently one woman stance of your dislike of the man again as you took a sip of your coffee - biting your lip at your own groan at how a simple latte could taste so good.

Libby chuckled, “Or maybe you're too stubborn to see what's right in front of you.”

You sighed, unwilling to admit, even to Libby, that your stance on Marcus might be softening just a touch. “Let's agree to disagree, shall we?”

“Fine, fine,” Libby conceded, taking another heavenly bite of her scone. “But one day you'll see. Good things, and good people, might just come in unexpected packages.”

Your phone buzzed with a notification about a new job posting in Toronto. You glanced at it, suddenly feeling less of that earlier urgency to return to the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea of stepping back into the rat race seemed so detached from where you were now—surrounded by the rustic charm of Maplewood and its genuine, warm-hearted inhabitants.

You took another sip of your latte and stole one last look through the bookstore's window, back towards the bakery. Marcus was crouching down to hand a sugar cookie shaped like a pumpkin to one of the small kids in the bakery. The child's face lit up with joy, a mirror of the light that seemed to emanate from Marcus himself.

Maybe Libby had a point. Maybe good things did come in unexpected packages.

You put your phone down, screen facing the table, and looked back at Libby, who was now back engrossed in her book. But your thoughts weren't on job postings or the life you had in Toronto. They were here, on this little corner of Maplewood.

For the first time, in a long time, you weren’t thinking of ways to run back to your old life.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #something sweet this way comes #marcus pike #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader

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A full transcribe of MARCUS PIKE'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE MENTALIST

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE: (ALL EPISODES - MARCUS WAS IN 6 EPISODES IN SEASON 6 AND 1 EPISODE IN SEASON 7)

EP 16, S6 VIOLETS

Mrs Hennigan, why was your husband trying to save this painting in particular?

We’ll do our best to get it back for you.

I’m special agent Marcus Pike, this is agent Searles. You’re… Patrick Jane, right? Abbot’s guy?

What makes you say that?

Sure. I’ve heard good things about you. We’d be happy to have your input. These guys, they’re… they’re really good. And our cases don’t usually lead to homicide.

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Art thieves used to be about sneaking. Night time break-ins. Not anymore. The new generation prefers guns. This guy is the leader. He does the talking, runs the show. But until yesterday morning, he’s never killed anybody. They’ve done about six jobs between Dallas and Phoenix in the last two years, taking down about one hundred million worth in art and artefacts.

Stolen art can take a long time to sell. So our guess is they’re sitting on a lot of the art, including the paintings from yesterday's heist.

Well, they’ve only slipped up once. We found a glove a few blocks from a gallery they robbed in Phoenix. We managed to get a partial print and we got a hit. Aaron Polaski. Time for armed robbery and battery, he’s also the former middleweight boxing champ at Fulsom prison.

Yeah, we brought him in for questioning but he lawyered up quick and told the CIP. These guys are pros.

We do, but nothings popped. Doesn't seem to have a lot of friends. He hangs out a lot at a bar on sixth street.

So, how do we do that?

I don’t know what any of that means.

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I always feel a little bit like Aladdin right here.

It’s stolen.

Sometimes we just get part of a haul. We sit on the art so the crooks don’t know we have a lead and we keep it here while we investigate the rest of it.

Well, we keep a pretty tight lid. Our own secret museum.

No. Just, once or twice…

Well, I-I don’t wanna second guess you, Mr Jane, but if you wanna use these paintings as bait, the guy running this crew knows a lot about art, he’ll know this stuff is stolen.

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We ready?

What the hell’s that?

He asked him for some napkins, so?

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No, he's gonna do it… watch.

There you go.

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Pass the rice, please.

It’s a drug forfeiture. On loan from the DEA. So, what’s the story with Jane and Lisbon?

No, I mean are they in a relationship? A couple?

It’s going good. You got a nice red cross.

Yeah.

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This is Pike.

Okay, well, we, uh… we shut down the inside cameras, so you don’t have to worry about any more prying eyes, and just so you know there is someone outside the house, we’re guessing it’s another one of McCabe’s crew.

No, we’ve got eyes on ‘em. Don’t worry. You’re safe. I wouldn’t lie to you.

Well you’re… you were real good.

Well, that’s a shame. There’s a pretty good diner just down the street from you. Biscuits and gravy, if that’s your thing.

Alright, well what about pancakes?

They have about six kinds; chocolate chip, banana, all that good stuff.

Maybe, just a… little bit. I can have some sent over to you.

No, you’re right I won’t tease you anymore. I won’t even mention the waffles.

Right, well I don’t know what a canape is, but bon appetit. Goodnight, Lisbon.

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This is the part I don’t understand; we’re not gonna rob the museum?

Why not? I mean, he robs the paintings from the museum, we catch them red handed, case closed. We all go home.

Then why is he at the museum with Jane?

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How is it?

You probably like that Chicago style stuff, right?

Hmm… I'm not really in the mood for pizza. You know what sounds good? Those pancakes we were talking about before.

Do you wanna go?

Yeah. Dinner is the best time for breakfast. What do you say?

Look, if you don’t wanna go, just say so. We’re cool. It’s good, but I like you, and I think you’re a hell of a good looking woman and I’d love to get to know you better.

Let’s go.

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Uh… well, uh… Y-you-

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EP 18 S6 FOREST GREEN

Hey.

Coffee?

I made you breakfast.

Well when there’s a guest, I like to make a fuss.

Yeah?

It’s just work stuff. Listen, I was wondering if we could get dinner tonight? Or… is that weird because we went out last night? Is-is two nights in a row weird?

Okay, good. I’ll make a reservation.

Well, like I said, I like to make a fuss.

Yeah.

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I came looking for you, but they said you’re still in the woods. I’m disappointed.

No problem. What’s holding you up?

Have your people tried accessing a forestry satellite? They’re imaging that area all the time looking for fire outbreaks.

I used one once to find a guy who was running with some stolen Frederick Remmingtons.

Bye.

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No, it’s okay. I took another girl out to dinner last night instead.

Yeah.

Gladys. Eg-Eg-Egbert.

It’s the best I could do in the spur of the moment.

Oh, well, I’m glad. I’m a lousy liar, so you’re right. Actually, there’s uh, something I wanted to tell you.

That work stuff, it’s actually a promotion. The Bureau is forming a task force to deal with international art theft. It’ll be working with Scotland Yard and a few other agencies. Long story short, they, uh, they-they want me to run it. Yeah, but they want me to run it from DC.

So, I’m telling them no.

Well, I’m allowed.

I’m not a kid. I’ve been married and divorced. I know when something’s real. And when it could get serious. I feel that way about us. Do you… feel that way?

Look, one thing I know is that when you feel that way about someone, you gotta hang on ‘cause… because it doesn't happen very often.

I know. It’s okay.

What if you came with me?

I’m asking what if we went to DC, you and me, together? What do you think of that, Teresa?

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EP 19 S6 BROWN EYED GIRLS

You fell asleep.

So listen, urm… turns out my old band’s playing a gig downtown tonight. Do you wanna go?

I never told you I was in a band?

Bass. Vocals.

Yeah?

Okay then. We need a cab.

Was that “do you like butter with your popcorn” or “will you come with me to DC?”

I understand, a hundred per cent. Take your time, there’s no deadline.

You’re welcome.

Go ahead.

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I got some Thai from that place over on South Congress.

I know.

Not really, I have an ulterior motive. Just trying to make DC look attractive.

Yeah… yeah…

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Hey.

Guess what? That show we missed the other night. They’re playing another one in forty-five minutes, we can catch it if… if you guys are done?

See ya, Patrick.

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Am I interrupting?

I heard about your grand jury. I’m pulling for you. But I think you did what any good father and husband would do.

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EP 20 S6 II TOVOLO BIANCO

Oh. Oh look, Casablanca’s on. “Here’s looking at you, kid.” You know Bogart made that line up? It wasn’t in the script.

What? Are you serious?

This is not an old movie! This is a classic, you gotta watch this. You’re gonna love it.

Is everything okay?

Well, Teresa, I may not be able to read minds like Jane, but even I can tell when something’s going on.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Just wanna say that I know that moving to DC is a big thing and it might raise issues you don’t feel totally comfortable talking to me about, but I just want you to know it’s okay. You go through whatever process you need to, just… let me know when you make a decision. I’ll be here.

Well, various things, but basically it’s a love story about a woman who has to choose between two men. There’s also a baseball game on.

Yeah, let’s do that.

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Jane?

Yeah. Teresa! It’s, uh… It’s Jane…

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EP 21 S6 BLACK HEARTS

So… what are you thinking?

Well, Abbot’s right, it’s a great job. And Don’s the best.

Look, Teresa. I’ve been patient. But… I kind of went out on a limb for you. Pushed Don to pass on other candidates so that I could have you with me in DC. I mean, I know it’s a big decision, but it’s a decision you need to make.

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There you are. Ready to go?

Look, about, uh, DC. I know it’s a lot to take in and I didn’t mean to pressure you.

Yeah, I did. Maybe a little. But, it’s your life and… I just wanna be a part of it.

Are you sure?

Wow…. wow, I wish we were somewhere more romantic, but… but what the hell. Will you marry me?

Don’t freak out.

I know, I know. You need time to think about it.

There’s no pressure, okay?

You’re a tough date. Have you told Jane that you’re leaving yet?

Oh. He’ll understand.

I’ll be downstairs.

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EP 22 S6 BLUE BIRD

Hey, sweetheart, How are ya?

Yes!

Okay. Alright, alright. Text me your flight information and I’ll be there. Teresa, it’s gonna be great, you’re gonna love the neighbourhood. It’s-it’s full of restaurants, your favourite kind, I got a number to an excellent… (fades out)

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EP 1 S7 NOTHING BUT BLUE SKIES

Jane.

I was, uh, looking for Teresa.

Yeah, she probably is.

It’s for an undercover thing. So, it’s, uh… you and her.

I know. I know that. So do you have a plan?

Well, I was offering her a life. A home, a family if she wanted one. A future. Have you thought about any of that?

Well, what are you offering her? I mean, other than Patrick Jane?

Well I was upstairs, giving a deposition. I thought I would say hi. Stupid idea.

Anyway, It’s good to see you, Teresa.

Jane.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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butmakeitgayblog · 1 month

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Lexa for 3 and 8 cos I’m feeling spicy tonight 💅🏻

Tryin to get me to catch strays out here 🥴

Ok ok let's see

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Easy answer: she died.

No but seriously, the thing I can think of is probably that she clung too much to tradition. A Lot of stuff would've been A Lot easier if she'd just chilled more on the, "This is our way, KLaR-K" shit. I know I know, it's who she was. It's part of why we love her and yes there is the very really issue with that then meaning she'd technically just be moving to assimilate with the colonizers. It's a mess. I KNOW. But also if she'd just killed Titus and put a bounty on Pike's head things would've been fantastic, I'm just saying.

Also, she shouldn't have taken the deal because it was just plain stupid, beyond the whole Clarke thing. But I've gone over that enough.

8. Something the fandom does when it comes to this charater that you despise? (I'm throwing you in front of the bus if I catch hate for this lol) Making Lexa overly cold, and portraying her as though she was/would've been secretive about her relationship with Clarke. Again, I've covered this, but I feel like it really can't be stressed enough that at no point was Lexa even remotely shy about being demonstrative toward Clarke. She never, not once, denied her feelings. Even when she was being openly mocked and baited over them, she held her ground and often doubled down on them. She didn't deny them to Nia, or Titus, or Indra, or anyone else who tried her nerves too much on the subject. If anything, she always squared tf up over it. Just ask the dude who she turned into a sidewalk pancake 🤷‍♀️

Another thing, making Lexa like, weaker or more generally submissive than/to Clarke. Now, this one isn't something you see often, but it happens, and I just do not get it. Lexa was, is, and always will be, a bad bitch. Yes there were times she acquiesced to Clarke's will (mind you, when it ultimately already suited her own means) and true, at times Clarke caught her off guard enough to make her stumble in her facade of stoicism, but I hate it when those moments get blown up into a greater picture of turning Lexa into this weak almost helpless thing that has to rely on Clarke for help. Or who is submissive to Clarke's will in every way.

I mean. She was the fucking commander. She united 12 warring clans. She ruled with an iron fist and spilled more blood before she was even a teenager than most warriors did in their entire lives. Do not misconstrue who Lexa is as a person and leader with how she loves, because those are two very different things.

#bisexualseraphim #lexa kom trikru

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#31. "You came back for me" from the vague angst meme. For Ashton, naturally. ❤

Prompt Yeah. Figured someone would ask that one for Ashton "I have abandonment issues" Greymoore 😋 I'm gonna take this to the C2 Class Swap Resurrection, because I've been thinking about it on and off since I came up with it. 31 "You came back for me."

They all wait with baited breath after the offerings are made to see if Pike's resurrection spell will take.

Well, those of them that breathe. Fresh Cut Grass doesn't, and it's rather debatable if Laudna needs to or not with as far between breaths as she'll go at times.

Still, the feeling is there.

One second. Two sec-

Ashton's glass explodes with light and color as he gasps in a new breath, body bowing with the force of restored life. And everyone in the room can feel reality bend just the slightest bit from what the members of Bells Hells recognize as Ashton's strange and unique brand of magic.

That's as long as FCG waits to scoot forward to hover over Ashton's head so they can see a friend when they first open their eyes again. It's only a moment of waiting, watching their nostrils flare, catching their chest rise and fall out of the corner of his vision, alive alive alive, before Ashton's eyes flutter open.

"...Hey, Letters," Ashton softly says, voice raw from disuse in death.

"S-smiley day to ya, Ashton," Fresh Cut Grass replies, voice quavering with emotion. "I'm real glad you're back with us. Real glad."

Ashton hums in agreement as he sits up with a grunt. "Me too-"

He freezes, taking in that it's not just Fresh Cut Grass here. It's all of Bells Hells, standing around some magic circle he's in the middle of in what looks like a living room with happy smiles aimed at him. Maybe even for him.

And it seems that sitting up and getting eyes on them is all the waiting the rest of the Hells are willing to do, as Ashton finds himself buried under a pile of bodies all hugging him. Finds his ears filled with overlapping voices calling his name, expressing joy at his presence.

It's a lot.

A lot of good that Ashton never expected to have in their life, not after The Fall. They never expected to have people again, a family to call their own. Not when they'd been left behind again and again. They'd been shown how broken, how unwanted they are time after time. Then these chucklefucks fucking wormed their way into Ashton's life and just... didn't leave. And they didn't let him leave either. They fucking chased down his broken pieces, put him back together. They hadn't flinched, hadn't pulled away from what he was and is. How-? Why-?

What the fuck is up with these people?

"Oh! Don't cry! Is it too much? We can back off. Everyone-"

Ashton doesn't let them pull away. Instead he lets those overwhelming feelings fuel his tired body to shift and expand so he can hug all of his people at once. Hold them close.

Their laughing admonishments as he squeezes them tighter brings a pleased rumble out of his chest. Fuck, it's been so long since Ashton's had this.

What a fucking time to be alive.

#MQ&A #MQfic #MQ AU machine #bells hells c2 class swap au #critical role #ashton greymoore #fcg #bells hells #vague angst quote prompt

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bethanythebogwitch · 1 year

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We once again return to the series where I discuss the origins of all fish Pokémon. Today I’ll be going over generations VII and VIII. For previous generations, see here, here, and here.

You’d think that Alola being an archipelago would mean a lot of new fish, but it actually only introduced two, though I will give an honorable mention to Tapu Fini for having some swordfish or marlin elements in its design. Come to think of it, why don’t we have a water/steel swordfish Pokémon yet? Anyway, the first new fish is Wishiwashi. This very creative Pokémon is based on based on small, schooling fish like sardines or herring.

(image: a school of sardines)

Schooling differs from shoaling by behavior. Shoaling is when fish stay together for social reasons while schooling is when all the fish are swimming in a coordinated direction. Schooling fish can extremely coordinated, acting more like one large organism than a group of smaller ones. This coordination seems to be primarily based on vision and having a very fast reaction time, though other sensory systems like the lateral line, which detects movement of water and changes in water pressure, likely also play a part. Wishiwashi exaggerates the coordination of schools by having them work together as a massive predator. The size and coordination of Wishiwashi schools and their status as prey animals when alone seems to reference forage fish and bait balls. Forage fish are small, usually pelagic (open ocean), schooling fish that serve as prey for larger animals like swordfish and tuna. A common defensive measure for forage fish is to come together in a tight, spherical formation. This makes it very hard for predators to pick out individual members of the school to target and cam make the school seem like a single large object rather than a group of small ones. In real fish, bait balls are a last-ditch effort when the school is in danger of being overrun, but in Wishiwashi, it allows the fish to turn the tables on any predators.

(image: a bait ball being attacked by sharks and seabirds)

Wishiwashi also has bioluminescent properties, which is likely a refence to small, bioluminescent fish like lanternfish and flashlight fish. I think the flashlight fish is the bigger inspiration as both it and swarm-form Wishiwashi have bioluminescent patches right next to the eyes.

(image: a flashlight fish. the white patch under the eye is a bioluminescent organ)

Bruxish is easily one of the most forgettable Alolan Pokémon, but it does have some interesting origins. It is based on the state fish of Hawaii, the humuhumunukunukuāpua’a or reef triggerfish. Its name means “triggerfish with a snout like a pig”.

(image: a reef triggerfish)

Like Bruxish, triggerfish have some pretty impressive teeth used to crush through the shells and spines of prey. Indeed, Bruxish is said to feed on Shellder and Mareanie. Triggerfish are also quite colorful and many can change colors. Finally, like Bruxish, triggerfish are rather ill-tempered animals that are quite aggressive and will drive off others that enter their territory. The bulb on Bruxish may be based on the spine all triggerfish have, but it is also used for predation. Bruxish will bury itself in the sand with only the bulb exposed and use its psychic powers to search for prey. This seems to reference fish who will bury themselves in the sand and ambush passing prey, such as stargazers, and the bulb may also be based on the lures used by frogfish.

(Image: a frogfish with its lure out)

(Image: a stargazer staring into your soul)

Moving onto Galar, we have the Arrokuda line. They’re barracudas, but there’s quite a bit more to them than that. The line are very long, skinny, fast predators, which can also describe other fish like pike, and Barraskewda’s armor and head shape also bring to mind gar and sturgeons. Barracudas are large, predatory fish that attack prey using bursts of speed.

(Image: a barracuda)

The Pokémon attack prey by swimming straight forward, which is said to have a low success rate. This may reference predators attacking schooling fish. Oftentimes, changing through the school is ineffective and it will take the predator multiple passes to catch enough prey. The shapes of these predators draws from darts, arrows, and spears. Arrokuda looks like an arrow, with the three parts of its tail fin looking like the fletching at the end of arrows. Barraskewda’s behavior of impaling prey on its snout seems to be a clear reference to spearfishing Barraskewda also draws from torpedoes, with its tail fin acting like a propeller. The connection of barracuda and torpedoes is likely a reference to the Fairey Barracuda, a WWII era British bomber plane that carried torpedoes. These torpedoes could travel up to 100 knots, which is Barraskewda’s top speed.

(Image: a statue of a torpedo)

This was a shorter entry, but I decided against including generation IX as it would make the post way too long. Join me next time for the finale of this series.

#pokemon #pokemon biology #fish #fishblr

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