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Hide and Seek Part 2: The Bronze Girl

Character(s): Athena Uyilst, The Hidelord (@mageofspacemultiverse)

About: As Hidelord hosts an auction, a few visions of the future weigh on Athena's mind: a traitor, and a slave girl. Things don't exactly go to plan, though, and Athena finds herself with blood on her hands.

CW: graphic NPC death, blood, ask to tag

Hide and Seek Part 1: Song and Dance

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I stepped through the threshold as someone I was not, dragged by a leash fastened in the Hidelord’s hand. I kept my eyes on his back and my mouth closed. Anxiety threatened to grip my heart the closer we got to the merry-making that would welcome us below. I am not a stranger to parties, but I abhorred the ones Hidelord hosted.

A crowd had slowly filtered in: his close friends and fellow hunters with their best slaves, drinking from brown bottles and legs propped up on 'foot-rests'. They hollered and howled when we had walked in, a party effectively declared. Clove and holly dried in the window. Ribbons attached to the ankles and wrists of dancers waved to the music, loud to mark the festivities. Faces twisted in unappealing smiles, and the guests’ laughter almost sounded like an execution. I tried not to show my disgust as their spittle flew; a few rare droplets landed on my shoulder. It was worse than a circus here.

Beyond the thin, cramped opening that we walked through was a set of stairs leading to an old beech tree chair lavishly coated in layers and layers of high quality lusii fur. A gavel made from some poor troll’s horn perched precariously beside it. Hidelord guided me over, then gave a kiss to my knuckles before taking a seat. After waiting a moment so that his kiss could feel like the burning of bleach on my skin, he motioned for me to make a new perch on his lap.

"What...a...night. Welcome, you freaky fuckheads." The Hidelord welcomed, to another round of cheers and smirks from monsters just like him. "Yesterday we hunted; today, we feast on our spoils. Until then, see to it that you keep things entertaining."

Around us was a drunken revelry, one of the not-so-few occasions that this chalet would host a gathering. An auction, rather; a celebration of spoils and some chance to make wealth. I cast my eyes away from the guests manhandling available slaves, favoring to pretend it wasn’t happening at all. There’s no room for compassion here in this land, not unless there were strings attached, and I no longer had the power to intervene like I used to on the Mainland. In this existence as a bystander, I could only be thankful it wasn’t me, though I was not blind to the other warlords’ hungry looks. It was because of them, actually, that I had requested to sit upon my lord’s lap before our arrival.

My legs draped over the side of his throne as his hands rested beneath the thin cloth that hung very loosely over me, a protective but perverted claim to my body. I suppose it should’ve been obvious that I was his favorite asset, not that anyone else needed to know. The illusion of social politics is what makes the difference between life and death here in the Safari. The more someone is feared, the safer they are; if there’s ever a glimpse of weakness-- say, having a lover-- then the respect someone has for their fearsome leader would be gone. Leaders here must show a lonesome and gruesome independence to the likes of nothing that I could compare. Lovers, friends, children, anyone below a warlords rank: they’re all dangerous liabilities that could burn entire chalets down. There were not often exceptions.

Now you have someone like me: a dying breed, and with a gift for seeing the threads of time. A dangerous woman helping the stronghold stay strong, while playing the role of a fragile pet. A slave that could whisper suggestions into their crude warlord’s ear. It would be enough to set his throne ablaze. So we hide our song and dance from public eyes, and I kept my vow vigilance that he so greedily craves.

While looking away from the chaos of the party, my eyes landed on a particular warlord. The world around me had begun to drop away, and I was no longer myself. It was like I had been pulled underwater; the world shimmered and quivered around me, dusted in red. I knew what this meant, but whether I stood in the shoes of myself or someone else was always hard to tell-- but this man now before me became covered in blood. There was eagerness in his eyes, sparks of betrayal and a cruel smirk. Green stained the ground around him. I could feel my heart fall to my stomach. A slave stood by, trembling and crying. Bronze.

Then, I blinked, and a new scene played out before me. The same man, covered in blood but yellow instead of green. His body torn open, patches of skin missing from his body, and his face twisted in pain as agonized tears streamed down his face. A horn was broken. I could feel my pulse racing, and my hands began to twitch as if it could feel the texture of the horn that was once there. Anger. I felt so much anger….

I gasped and quickly sat forward, waking myself from these living dreams. We’d been in concert long enough for Hidelord to know my little signals, the lurch of my visions, the loyalty of my scent-tracking. He beckoned a servant to bring him drinks, playing the at-ease ruler without brains, but he surveyed the room with a cool intensity, looking to spot the piece of the puzzle that didn't fit quite right. There were a few that caught his attention, I could tell, but which one of them plotted was not too certain to him. As the drinks were brought over, he murmured to the troll: a sea-dweller dressed in wool rags with a bone piercing in his eyelid. This servant oversaw both gossip and the keys to the Hidelord’s personal zoo. The Hidelord knew how to play strengths, and before long he shooed them away. "Well?" His brows were expectant even as his words said little.

"You're the trapper, my dear turning knife. I will tell you when it is time. Preemptiveness does more harm than good, I have learned." I lowered my voice more, reaching back to trace a finger lightly across his throat. His eyes narrowed. "There are two possibilities. You're negotiating an asset, sharing her, and in your ecstasy you wouldn't even notice your throat cut. Or, you open theirs, covering her in their blood. Though I suppose this would give them away, once you begin to discuss your wares during this time of celebration, hm? Once someone touches it, is willing to give their life for it, you will know."

I felt a haze then, as if another vision was threatening to take me under again. A third possibility, but one I cannot see. Or, perhaps I had read my visions wrong? My lips pressed into a fine line as I turned back to glance at the crowd. The man was no longer where he should have been. I settled back into the lap and chest of my master. A few fingers parted through the locks of my hair, and Hidelord paid for my counsel with an unseen kiss to my temple. "A golden opportunity. Leeches must be cut out before they sink their teeth in too deep,” he murmured, "We'll show them our own form of ecstasy, won't we? Steal the smiles from their faces, the vigor from their bones?"

He held the glass of blood-red wine out to me, taunting me with a smirk. I did not refuse the wine, instead letting it wash over my parched lips as I drank from the glass in his hand. It was welcoming; a cool refreshment in a stale and warm atmosphere. Instead of licking the traces of wine off my lips when I was done, I brought my lips to his so he could sample, and when I pulled away he scraped his teeth against my bottom lip. I could feel his eyes linger on me as I turned away to look back at the crowd. He settled back more, letting the rhapsody spill out around us as we waited for the opportunity that I’d spoken of, his hand on my thigh just above the knee. Our song and dance, unknown to drunken eyes.

An hour and half seemed to pass at a lurid gait, until the heavy front doors jittered open and in sauntered a train of more slaves from the Hidelord's zoo. The zoo was its own form of hell: a great maze of cages just out back upon the sun-burnt cliffs. His eyes passed over each of his prizes, his potential products in turn, the fourth one drawing his-- no, both, of our gazes magnetically for a moment. Her outfit was beyond modest, and though her shoulder sank with accepted sadness, there was a glow about her. His chin tilted up in acknowledgment, and he took the horn next to the chair and gave it a quick bang across the top of the wooden chest, witnessing the whole of the party-goers go hush in preparation for his announcement.

"Well, well, well." He taunted the line of product, clutching me gently to him as he absorbed the fear they emitted and waved the guards that carried her over. "That umber would make a great deep color, don't you think, Athena? The tanning beneath the skin stiffen with heat, turning it a deep caramel. I could make you a handbag." I quietly scoffed with a scowl and said nothing, disgusted and with now prying eyes I am without the right to truthfully speak out against his taunts.

Instead, I studied the Bronzeblood within the cage. Her skin took on a soft hue of orange in the dull cascade of the sunset behind her. Her hair was long, matted, but the way it fell down on either side of her head framed her slender face well. She was beautiful, and everything about her matched my vision. I steeled myself for the trauma that was to come. I was to not care about her, just as I was to not care about any other servant in this building. No one survived being selfless in the Safari.

"You're privy to my domicile, you bastards and lepers, and you will be again!" Hidelord greeted to a harmony of snickers, "Now, as is typical, we have some lovely treats for you to occupy, if your wallet can take it. Eight prizes to do with as you please. To have a look, however, I offer free of charge." He scanned the row of patrons, splitting a grin and sipping at his cocktail. "Are there any takers? .......Nnnnooo? Well, perhaps-"

"I 'ant da one on yur lap 'ere, Hidelord!" A man with half his teeth missing cawed with a laugh, gesturing at me with his cane and licking his chops. My blood immediately ran cold and my stomach twisted in knots; I pressed myself tighter against my master-- my protection. The Hidelord rolled his eyes, cheek slouching against his wrist.

"Has there been a day that's gone by where you haven't asked for your piece, Haumme?"

"Ol take care 'er like you 'uldn't belief!"

"Shut your fuckin' trap. You're a groundskeeper. For the amount she's worth you'd have to take the teeth of everyone in this room, and then times that by four thousand, and lick the Grand Highblood's taint, and only then would you be halfway there." The dissenter's face soured and he grumbled into silence, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

Others with genuine offers soon stood and pressed their claim. The to-be-culprit caught my gaze when he stepped forward, venom evident in his eyes as he leered as though to say 'the hell are you looking at', before standing to make a claim of his own. "So much excitement!” Hidelord laughed and shook me, as if to get me to laugh along with him. Few transactions were made as time passed by slowly. I kept my gaze down to avoid the hungry eyes of strangers. I tried spacing out, thinking of anything but being here, so I wouldn’t have to listen to the survivor’s guilt that clawed at my stomach. I would be rattled to the present everytime Hidelord howled his laughter. I could not remember what time it was by the time the auction went on hold.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we'll discuss these purchases upstairs after the feast, no need to disrupt the celebration. I'll settle bidding wars, and let you tour your treats more properly." He chuckled, and the others bowed slightly in acknowledgment before the music fired up again.

In through the door after the cages came spits of roasted bone-in meat, dripping gobs of fat glistening from the flames, and great wood platters of hacked onions and vegetables. Patrons drew forward with their knives and carved their bits, some fighting to get the pieces they wanted. They ate with their hands, chewing into gristle and flesh and organ meat, wiping the blood and grease on their clothes. A servant brought the Hidelord a plate of his own, but he ignored it for now.

"There’s game to catch first,” Hidelord growled, “what do I seek, Athena?" His hand toyed with one of the knives on his belt, eager to let it feed on traitor blood.

I didn’t answer him. Fate was not mine to decide, not anymore. I learned long ago that no one could fight what was to come, to deny the inevitable. I tried not to think about that night and all the ones that followed. I tried not to think about the night I lost her. It can’t be helped; someone will be dying tonight. I scanned the crowd and once more my gaze landed on the warlord from my vision, brows furrowing and body tensing as he came closer to Hidelord’s throne. This was enough to quench Hidelord’s curiosity.

He picked up on the signal, looking sidelong for a moment before quickly turning his attention back. Hidelord spoke with his tone light; friendly, but shadowed by threats. "Jembra, you bitch, the party would've been better with you not around, pestering me for more than what you can fucking chew.” The troll who had approached the middle of the room, standing before the remnants of the roast, wore a symbol: though it was imprinted in a brand on his shoulder and embroidered on the ascot around his neck - like two swords crossing paths. The sunglasses over his eyes hid a pale amber-gold caste, and his stomach was fully obscured by pale-white dressings that may have even extended further down his legging-adorned lower half. A large C-shaped scar, long healed, drew from his upper chest to the side of his neck, and a pinky finger was missing at the joint. "And I’ll ask again. Somebody needed to see to our defenses," Jembra lightly deflected, a reedy and political color to his voice. "You mean, see to my assets?" "It's not against the code to chase yours, old friend." "Don't lecture me on the code, okay? I made the fucking code." Jembra glanced at me for a second, hands in his pockets, likely taking hold of some weapon. I could feel bile rising in the back of my throat, my fangs lengthening as my lips threatened to curl in a feral hiss. I bit my tongue to hold myself back.

"Point taken." His head cut upwards, breaking contact with me, "speaking of chasing, care to tell me about her? You know which kind I like."

The Hidelord swallowed his tongue, but his muscles tensed as he took a glance at the brown-blooded troll. Hidelord shooed me away off his lap, then gestured for the girl to be uncuffed and brought over to kneel at the foot of the steps. Jembra took a step forward and the Hidelord cracked the fingers on one hand, ready to vanquish the would-be-usurper...but not without patience.

My eyes lingered over the slave in question, cowering with tears streaming down her face. I learned long ago that this was the art of war. Once upon a time, that had been me cowering in a barricade as people laughed and touched, as if I was nothing but cattle. I felt pity for her, but I would sooner dissociate than feel the willpower to cause a change. That power wasn’t mine anymore. I turned to take a seat on the cushions at the foot of Hidelord's throne which were often reserved for his most prized slave, usually. It was rare that I wouldn’t be the one to warm them. As Jembra and Hidelord neared her, the Bronze whimpered and barked out a word that by now was almost foreign to me. My insides felt colder than the fear the other warlords put in me. "Akabri!" Akabri. A Vaelari word for something akin to mercy. A plea. A prayer. It felt as if all my breath had been taken from me. Vaelari. My birth people, long since wiped out by the Empire’s need for control. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I could not control the words that came from my mouth, and in my desperation I foolishly ignored the curious stares from the other warlords. These sounds, sounds that I have not spoken in sweeps, tore my throat raw: "Ebuto shiua! To ebu shiua!” You are heard.The Bronze girl began to tremble and sob out more Vaelari, matching my intensity. I had not even noticed the hot globs of tears that fell off my cheeks until I received a look of agitation from Hidelord. I immediately closed my mouth, fear making bile rise in my throat. I’d messed up.

All the background chatter and ambient noise faded to the chorus of a well-dead syntax filling the lodge. I could feel Jembra’s eyes on me, taking a glance as if it suddenly dawned on him that my presence was worthwhile.

"Well isn't that something? Them two know one another, do they?"

"I wouldn't know. Don't remember giving her permission to speak, though. Damn nuisance. She'll be lucky if I don't-"

"That isn't just speaking, that's understanding. I could use an interpreter." Jembra's rotten teeth almost glowed. "Name your price."

"Not for sale."

"Really now? I wouldn't say I agree." He scuffed his boot at the foot of the stairs, sending the Bronze shuddering. "You're a reasonable business-troll, great Hidelord, and everyone has a price. And to me, there's something...sweetly exotic about it. Your little bird could help me learn." He lightly, yet overtly commented. The Hidelord was not amused. "Didn't you hear the last bat-shit vagabond who asked me? Whatever price you want to match-"

"I'll give you my Lime. You remember Saphic? You're not going to turn that down, are you? For an endangered line you'd be insane, she's 500 teeth."

As the Umbre continued babbling, Hidelord's eyelid twitched, and he motioned to his guards. "For the love of the seven hells, someone shut this bitch up. Heat the brand, gag her, fuck if I care, but she's harshing the vibes in here."

"We're in the middle of an acquisition here! Leave her to speak, chum." Jembra quipped as two larger trolls approached but immediately wavered at Jembra’s gesture. "Besides, that was a poorly veiled distraction. You know, I don't think we've ever gotten to see this slave's blood first-hand.” Jembra gestured at me, and my eyes widened. “What is she? Based on your defense I'm guessing… Rareblood? No, maybe someone pretty damn important. Why don't we all find out...?" I fell silent at Jembra’s foolish threats. I tried to hush the Bronze girl to try to dissuade the others from harming her, but my attempts were fruitless. With a sigh, the Hidelord grabbed the Bronze by the hair and threw her into Jembra with a roar. If it was one thing I knew, it was that no one should feel comfortable with threatening anything of his.

The swaggering traitor caught her, stumbling backward, and Hidelord threw a dagger into the troll's foot, catching the slave's side as it flew through the air. Both shouted, but the Hidelord didn't relent, and he quickly hoisted Jembra up the stairs on his back.

I lurched forward and caught the Bronze and held her, comforting her, quieting her cries as we spoke our tongue. This was not how it was supposed to go. This was not what I saw in my vision. I cast a look over my shoulder as Hidelord grappled with Jembra. As I watched them I whispered to the Bronze, telling her to hide if she could. This had turned personal.

I turned and saw Jembra reach for the knife, and Hidelord not having a clue, thinking himself won.

I hesitated, between letting it be and intervening. I shouldn't intervene! I should have learned by now that I couldn't change fate. I couldn’t do it to protect my brother, I couldn’t fight it to protect my matesprit, what chance would that change now for someone who claimed me as nothing but property? Hidelord's future was his... but did I have a future without him? What would happen to me here without Hidelord's protection? I thought to all the hungry warlords that undressed me with their eyes. Fates be damned, what use was a lie if it was dead?

With a deep breath, I readied myself and sprung. I landed on a table, then immediately propelled off of it and onto the wall where I ran just above the crowds’ heads. Jumping from that point, I pounced, not unlike a cat. A predator. A monster. My hands wrapped around Jembra's throat, snatching him from Hidelord's grasp. I could feel eyes fall on me in disbelief, but I could not care. I lifted Jembra high enough above the ground so his feet weren't touching, my nails digging into his flesh. I took the knife from his foot and threw it aside, leaving him with no spare weapon to scramble for. For me? I didn’t need one. I grabbed one of his horns and, effortlessly, ripped one of them off. I felt the chitin and sinew of nerves snap in my hands, and when I dislodged his horn I immediately rammed it into his gut.

While he shrieked in pain I grappled the man so that he was over my shoulder, my hands still clasped around the horn. As I threw him over my head the horn sliced through his skin, ripping him open and causing blood to spray everywhere. The body crashed against the wall with a sick, wet thud. I heaved in every breath, drinking it like water, growls and snarls escaping me like a feral beast. I will keep my protection. Hidelord will not die today. I spat at Jembra’s body, cursing at him in Vaelari.

The sound in the cabin was mute, as all the onlookers’ stares landed on me. All the guards and the lords and the slaves. Hidelord included, too. I looked up at him, looking for something: acknowledgment, approval.

But instead what I was met with was the back of his hand meeting my cheek, holding nothing back. His chest heaved as he stashed the knife and retreated back to his chair, taking the glass of wine from earlier and taking a few long swigs. I stared after him as the sting caused unwanted tears to well up in my eyes. His back was turned to me when he spoke again. "Guards, two of you. Take her upstairs. I don't want to hear that awful gibberish again, and if she keeps talking help her forget it. I'll deal with her later. Two more, take all these back to the zoo. Sales are closed for tonight. One had to ruin the fucking party for everybody. The rest of you can finish your meals and ales and fuck yourselves home." He turned to one scuttling assistant with glasses too big for his face and a long gray apron. Hidelord gestured to the strewn corpse. "I doubt he's salvageable, but see what you can do. If you get some life back in him, I'll make him wish he were dead later. If not, slop for the boars, they'll be happy for a fresh meal. And if you all have any questions, shove it." He cast one look back at me before taking his seat again. I shouldn’t have felt hurt. This was the song and dance, but a well of bitterness churned in my stomach, as two guards came and picked me up by the arms. A cast a glare at Hidelord, but that quickly lost its flame and I lowered my eyes to the ground. They dragged me up the stairs and dumped me in Hidelord’s study, buried me in fists and kicks, blood and bruises. Then, they were just as quick to abandon me to their posts right outside the door.

I settled myself against his desk, pressing my back against it and pulling my knees to my chest. I could feel the bruise forming on my cheek, no doubt a ring on his had made a haunting impression. Frustration built up in me, and I lashed out at the ground with my fist-- leaving that aching now, too.

I had been face-to-face with my past, and I could do nothing to save her. I had acted out of line and saved Hidelord’s pathetic ass, but I was to be punished for it. And above all, my visions failed me.

The music picked up again with far less vigor, and it was not ten minutes before he came storming up the stairs, near-snarling for the guards to watch downstairs for any dissenters. The door slammed open as the sound of footsteps landed outside.

The great Oliveblood shook his head with a grimace, pulling out a bag of ice and tossing it on the ground in front of me. "That's for your face, bitch. If I didn't punish you in some way right away, it would've turned into a fiasco down there: owners calling for my head or dragging you out into the Safari with the others. What happened, Athena? What in the Gog fuck happened? You said to wait for a signal and then start spewing nonsense out of your good-for-nothing government beak!"

There was frustration in his eyes. Power-hungry fury, yes. His voice was deep and bellowed with guttural anger. But there was a hint of something else that was unfamiliar and out of place. Fear? Since when was the mighty Hidelord afraid?

I didn't pick up the bag of ice, basking in the pain for a moment longer, but then surmised that I might be punished more if I didn't accept his help. I reached for the bag and pressed it to the bruise.

"...She was my kin," I said, wincing at my voice cracking. "We came from the same lands. The same people. The same family that the Empire you all so gleefully ignore wiped out. We were the Vaelari, or Fae as they call it. I thought my brother and I were the only survivors." I slumped back with a grunt, tilting my head back to lessen the pain. "I shouldn't tell you any of this. You'll just see it as another fucking dollar on a price tag. Or tooth. Or whatever the hells you fuckers use. Art of war or whatever. I wish I could be so ignorant."

He crumpled into his chair by the window again, hunched over and brain working. There was a stretch of silence before he spoke again. "......I'm not gonna pretend I understand what you're feeling. Doesn't serve either of our interests for me to, either. But okay. That, that at least, doesn't make what you did entirely ass-backwards.” My brow quivered at this sudden show of sympathy. Right. Songs and dances can feign emotion, too.

“Don't underestimate the power of a price tag, though. If what you're saying is true and she's endangered, that makes her an asset. Not a troll to just throw away to anyone with a few funds." He met my gaze for a moment. "Someone I can keep in the chalet. You understand?" The Hidelord shook his head and in a surprising move, shed himself of the long jacket that was his calling card. "...I've never told you how I made this coat, or at least not the specifics. It really isn't yours or anyone's fucking business, but after tonight's little display, I don't exactly have a choice in the matter. "I've been with bitches before, and I know you know it. I grew up in the Chalet, it was built on Atalis soil by Atalis hands. Labored in and out for a commune, a place of trade without chucklefucks breathing down our necks. My ancestor had it stolen by another lord when I wasn't even pupated, and I took it from another cuck some time later, but the place has never changed, and neither has the code." He didn't meet my eyes anymore as he ran his hands along the sleeves. "My first mate was named Imniks. She was everything to me. The body, the spirit. She was a soft thing though, plucked from a pillowcase. Squishy, overt. Tried to stand up to a rival lord once. Well, he left and gathered the others and waged war on us, vowed to take my Imniks, have their way with her, and make her watch as they killed me. Burn this place to the ground. She was weak… so I gave her up to save everything that meant something to me or the others.

"But you," his pupils seared into the wall, "you aren't weak. You're made of stronger stuff. I'm not looking to give up another and I don't think you're the kind to make me, but I've been here my whole life. You haven't... They'll want you thrown in the Safari for this, and I'll do my damndest to keep you out of a real cage, but if you think your bitch ass is going to get both of us killed because of the life that kicked you to the curb, you better right reconsider your perspective."

His voice was even and scarily calm despite his clear anger, as though romanticizing his past struggles with these trolls took the energy out of him.

I glanced at him briefly, taking in his story and his words and studying him without the coat. I wanted to argue, to say that they couldn't have any influence in what he did with me because I was his, but he was right. He knew this place better, and I should know better than anyone that politics is one hell of a field to traverse in.

But, his praise surprised me. Strong? How, when I had given up on life so long ago? His words made me reconsider; if I was weaker than what he claimed, I wouldn't be able to survive here. I wouldn't have been able to match him blow for blow my first day here, prompting him to spare me. Maybe there really was a fire still in me? How long would it be until those embers would go out, too?

Despite the sting of blood that dribbled into my eyes, I ignored my body's screams as I shuffled to the Hidelord and kneeled. Humility was a powerful thing to offer, sometimes greater than a life. "You are right. I was foolish, reckless. Do what you will to punish me, and make it believable, so what respect I robbed of you will be returned."

His hair hung wild across his shoulders, which shook along with his head. A thin sickle split his cheeks, armed with teeth. "You're a crazy bird. They heard enough to be calmed for tonight. I can't promise tomorrow won't sting, though. Jembra's people will want blood on their hands. I'll see what kind of middle ground we can find." When the Hidelord spoke of middle ground, it usually meant killing a few more trolls to supplement the losses. "Lilac's hard to bullshit, though. Then again, I'm sure you can foresee what I'm gonna do, so don't get all defiant on me. It's just business."

I pressed my lips together, not liking the sound of that, but I nodded along. There was a knock on the door, and the Hidelord quickly strode over and peaked around to see a servant carrying his food from downstairs. Keeping the door mostly-shut, he took the plate with a snarl, taking a fistful of meat before putting it down on the ground for me. His teeth worked and ground flesh into pulp as he nursed the idea of what he was going to do with his prize. From outside came drunken moans and howls and screeches that I wasn’t sure were lusii or troll in nature. "But I'll keep your Fae-shmae bitch around here for now, since you ended up saving my life. Frankly killed two wingbeasts with one bloody fuckin' stone; Jembra’s always been a damn rat, but he knew better to consider a play like that. And, if they can put blood in ‘im and make him squawk again,” there was a glint in his eyes, strange and eerie and wanting. "Maybe I'll show you how to skin the bastard.”

Silence filled the block for a while. There wasn't much worth talking about anymore. No bravado, no tug-of-war for dominance; not tonight. Guards didn't care to enter, nor were there demands for explanation. He never pressed for details about my life in these moments, when things were calm and there was no face to put on. Sometimes if the silence got unbearable, he'd ask what I wanted. Tonight though, there was none of that. He only polished his knives, eventually lighting a cigar for himself to smoke. The sounds of the howls and hoots would emerge from the Safari, somewhere far away from the small shred of troll-manity they were encased inside, though even those faded as the darkness began to lighten.

When he'd gotten through his whole belt, he stood and flicked his ashy blunt into an ashtray, then stretched and cracked his back. Hidelord’s eyes lingered on me for a few heartbeats, face even and giving away nothing. "If you want to sleep, sleep in the chair. Not sure if you're risking a hunt today, but either way...good morning." Briskly, the warlord left to his bed and pulled a curtain closed behind him, leaving me alone with my bruises and thoughts.

"Good morning, dear turning-knife.”

I glanced briefly at the chair, then greedily took to it knowing that it was better than nothing. As I curled up in the chair, I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself tightly. I missed the warm arms of a loved one around me and the feeling of safety without the need of keeping one eye open. I missed friendly company with no strings attached; I missed the sounds of everyday life outside my door. But then I wondered if this was really any different than what my life had been on the Mainland. The Hidelord was just another Grand Highblood, but with green in his veins instead of purple, and having the cruelty of pretending that he cared.

And once again, not for the first and certainly not the last time, loneliness lulled me to sleep.

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Things I’d like to see happen in the new & final season of Stranger Things. Things that should’ve already been done or the beginning stages of.

In my opinion Erica Sinclair should’ve had a big character arc at this point there’s so much they could’ve done with her character development. I may be Caucasian but my sister is a beautiful woman of color & im far from uneducated on people of color especially from an era that’s my most favorite. If I had a Time Machine I’d definitely goto the 80’s and stay there. Erica could’ve had so much more added to her as a whole not just the interests of most of the main cast. She should have loads of posters in her room where’s the Billy Ocean where’s the Janet Jackson you could’ve based her style of Janet alone shit I know I’d wanna rock one of those outfits with the earring with the key in it Ik y’all know what I’m talking about if you’re cultured and seasoned when it comes to music. No Michael Jackson anything he was HUGE THEN! I’m just saying I feel like the fell flat with her it’s making my heart hurt. & poor Dustin that character I’m not ready to see him hurting grieving & I’m sure as hell tired of them introducing us to lovable characters just to use them as a stepping stone for another character it’s annoying. Give us what we want more Erica character arc & give us back Eddie not a sparkle lameo twlight vampire lame I wanna see Eddie the head from Iron Maiden if we’re getting a fucking dead Eddie still moving. I’m traumatized from season 4 I need therapy from all that I usually watch a new season and then rewatch a dozen times I can’t do it with this one it hurts way too much only because Eddie is literally my mom to a science & I lost my mom to cancer every part of him was her minus the d&d shit. He’s also my father my dads name is Edward and he’s riddled with metal tattoos & has an Iron Maiden tattoo he got when he graduated high school in 1986 too ironically freaky for me not to feel some type of way from seeing him die not to mention watching Eddie & max suffer with survivor’s guilt just like me it helped pull me out of my hell push forward. & meeting Joe quinn was very overwhelming I couldn’t even speak I still kick myself for that but I did gift him a custom guitar strap & some custom corroded coffin guitar picks with his name on everything. Ladies when I tell you this man smells like heaven lord have mercy my whole face felt like it was on fire!!! lol

#eddie munson #stranger things #erica sinclair #dustin henderson

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whatissleepeven · 3 years

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Lost In Paradise - Barbatos x gn! Reader (Obey Me: Shall We Date)

A gift for my good friend @obeymebabes, who honestly deserves more than this for all she’s done not just for me, but for a lot of people. You have impacted so many people, both here on Tumblr and on Discord, and I can’t thank you enough for it. Happy borth, Octoyeeg! Take a load off and relax!

Summary: Barb invites you to spend the day with him. Diavolo subtly plays matchmaker. You’re thoroughly confused, shocked, and then starstruck.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but Barbatos inviting you over to have tea outdoors wasn’t it.

“Would you like another cup of tea?” He asks like he hasn’t left you dumbstruck, his polite smile quirking up in amusement at your expression.

“Ah- yes, thank you.” You gingerly hold your cup out as you thank him, watching as he pours you more of the hot beverage. “Though I have to ask...what prompted you to invite me?”

“Lord Diavolo requested that I take a day off from my services to...relax.” He says the last word with only a second of hesitance, and you inwardly smile as you imagine the Prince of Devildom scolding Barbatos for working so much. “He has forbidden me from leaving the garden, though the kitchen is an exception. However, if he ends up making a mess of the place, I will have no choice but to interfere.”

You sip your refilled cup, confusion flitting across your face. “But you’re stuck here. How will you know when he makes a mess?”

“I’ll know.”

You blink at his words. He sounds certain, and when you think back on it the butler always seemed to show up at the right time whenever something happened. It’s a bit freaky to witness, but handy nonetheless.

So you shrug. “I mean...I think Diavolo’s concern is warranted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a break; you’re like a working machine.”

You say it jokingly, but you see him pause briefly. Your brows furrow. “You...do take breaks, right?”

Silence. He stands up, skillfully balancing the pot of tea and the now-empty tray of cookies. “It seems we are out of snacks. If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

You watch him walk off, his form disappearing around a bush full of carnations. Seriously, doesn’t this demon ever tire? Even when relaxing, he only seems to think about working. No wonder why Diavolo put him on lockdown. He needs to take it easy today, and I’ll be damned if I don’t help him.

Though you have to admit, being in the garden is nice. The flowers all look like they’ve been recently cared for - no doubt Barbatos’ work - and not once have you seen the grass grow too long. You’ve always wanted to visit here since your first tour of the castle, and your wish has finally been granted. You’ll have to ask Diavolo if you can visit again whenever you start to feel stressed.

Clink. You turn to face Barbatos, who gently sets down a new tray of sweets. Is that-

“Jumbo chocolate chip cookies, with extra chocolate chips.” Did he sound embarrassed? “Luke told me about how you’ve mentioned them to him the other day. It is only fair that I baked you some human world sweets, seeing as I was the one to invite you here. Consider this my gratitude for spending such a lovely afternoon with me.”

You don’t know what to say. Well, you certainly have to say something lest he thinks you’re ungrateful, so you move to speak. “Barbatos...I...”

He seems to understand, as he sits back down with a small smile. “Of course.”

You take a bite. The chocolate melts on your tongue, and you think you taste a hint of cinnamon. You give a happy hum. “Amazing as always, Barbatos. Thank you for this.”

You’re too busy eating the dessert to notice the way Barbatos’ eyes soften as he stares at you, his polite smile melting into something more genuine. It’s long gone by the time you finish, your gaze trailing out towards the blooming flowers.

“Beautiful, are they not?”

“Yeah.” You smile, getting the urge to go over and smell some of them, but you don’t know which ones are poisonous nor if Barbatos would even allow you to do that so you refrain. “You’ve done such a wonderful job keeping it tidy. Seriously, this is incredible.”

You hear him chuckle. “Forgive me for being selfish, but there is one flower that still eludes me. I wish to see it here among this garden one day.”

Barbatos? Being selfish? You don’t think it’s in his vocabulary. You turn to face him, a frown forming. “You’re allowed to have desires of your own, you kno-”

A rain droplet hits your nose, cutting off your thoughts and making you blink on reflex. Barbatos quickly takes the remaining tea and sweets indoors, temporarily leaving you outside to marvel at the light rain hitting your surroundings.

You didn’t think it’d rain today. Then again, you should’ve checked the weather forecast, but it isn’t like you’re on Earth. You briefly remember how Diavolo made a whole sun to have a beach day. Is this rain from his magic, too?

“The rain came earlier than expected. This is a surprise.”

You face Barbatos. The butler holds an umbrella as he makes his way over to you, holding a gloved hand upwards outside of its protection. He watches the droplets hit his palm, his forest colored eyes sparkling. There’s a sense of peace around him, different from the one you usually see him have. You almost feel like you’re intruding on a private moment, and seeing this serene side of Barbatos is making you feel like your heart suddenly decided to run a marathon.

He glances over at you, a peaceful smile sitting on his face. “Though there never seems to be a shortage of surprises when I’m with you.”

You don’t know what to say. Did Barbatos just compliment you? How were you supposed to respond to that, standing in the rain with him and watching as the water droplets bring out the vibrant hues of each flower? “I, uh...W-Well, I hope it’s not a stressful surprise.”

His smile sharpens into a knowing smirk, and you think you have a near-miss with a heart attack. He has no right to go from 0 to 100, but then again you didn’t really want him to stop. “On the contrary. You have been nothing but pleasant company.”

You can’t say anything for a good while. Barbatos uses his free hand to cover his mouth as he chuckles, the sound making your cheeks warm in both embarrassment and something else.

He lowers his hand once he’s done, the polite smile back in place- although it’s tinged with something warmer, softer. “Though I must admit, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

You turn to him. “Honest?” You echo.

He nods. “I mentioned that I invited you here due to Lord Diavolo relieving me of my duties, but even so I cannot fully relax. The only time I can...”

Something snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to Barbatos and bending you backwards. The umbrella is discarded somewhere behind the butler, rain falling freely on the both of you as he dips you.

He leans forward, his eyes focused on you. His bangs frame his face, sticking there once they become wet, and stars above you don’t think you can move even if you wanted to. You’re pretty sure your brain is short-circuiting.

“...is when I’m with you.”

Those words, those five simple words, were whispered into your ear. Barbatos pulls back in time to see you staring at him with wide eyes, a violent blush spreading across your face.

He smirks at your expression, eyes half-lidded in triumph and amusement. You make a mortified sound akin to that of a dying whale.

“As I said before, you’ll have to forgive me for being selfish. After all, it’s not every day that someone as special as yourself lands within my reach.”

-And all too soon, he rights you and pulls away. You’re busy rebooting as he bends down to pick up the discarded umbrella, leisurely walking back inside.

“I will package the remaining cookies for you to take home. You have my gratitude for spending the day with me; I hope to spend more days like this with you in the near future.”

There is one flower that eludes Barbatos to this day. However, based on your earlier reaction, he’s certain that he’ll see it in his garden more often.

#happy birthday bey!!#TAKE THE BUTLER #obey me barbatos #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date barbatos #om swd #swd om #swd barbatos #look at barbatos being all sly #you're his paradise #obey me fic #SIMP OCTOYEEG SIMP #gn reader #so all can read!

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aestheticaxolotl · 3 years

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V.I.L.E Headcanons

- Graham “Crackle” Calloway grew up in the poorer slims of Sydnee Australia where his parents struggled on a day to day basis to provide food for their 4 kids, Graham, being the oldest son felt the absolute need to help his parents provide for his three younger siblings. Doubling down in school, and getting the best grades he could (B’s and low A’s) and then diving into work as soon as he got out. -Graham started with small odd jobs until he got a part time gig with a rather cranky old electrician who had no love for anyone in his life. But he took Graham on as an apprentice because the stupid kid wouldn’t leave him alone. To his chagrin, the kid took to the job like a house on fire. This became important when he joine V.I.L.E -Tigress came from a troubled home to say the least. Her mom was an alcoholic and her dad was a blue-collared working class man who would gamble and chase after his dreams while squandering all the families money She resented her parents for these reasons and acted out as much as she possibly could, whether by robbing small stores or beating up younger kids on the play ground

-She started out trying to make a quick buck to help her momma pay the bills, not because she was showing kindness to her mom, but because the land lord had threatened to kick them out one too many times, and kept making lewd comments and suggestions that even Tigress would not allow her mother to take.

-El Topo’s story isn’t the happiest, seeing as his mother moved into America when he was very young, unable to afford to bring her husband and son with her at the time. Of course, El Topo’s father was not keen on being left behind and took his 12 year old son, attempting to smuggle him into America. Sadly, this would not end well seeing as El Topo’s father was shot and killed, and he was placed in foster care, unable to contact his mother.

-El Topo got out of the Foster care system when he was 18 and was homeless for a long time. He lived on the streets in Georgia, the last place his mom was having known working. He did everything he could to find his mom and was devastated to learn that his mother had moved to New York, remarried and had a daughter.

-Le Chevre’s mother died giving birth to him in Paris, France. His father being left alone to raise their one and only son, they had married young and had a baby younger, leaving the young father devastated and entirely loving of his young son. Le Chevre’s young life was full of music and love. His father worked as a caretaker in a French Theater, working up with the lights and the set pieces. -Young Le Chevre wasn’t as fascinated with the acting as he was with being high up and above the actors, it gave him a feeling of power and meaning while his father proposed that he take lessons to play instruments for the plays. HE did for about a week to please his hard working father, but took the gold star in thievery. To this day he still leaves large amounts of money on his’s father’s doorsteps as thanks for such a wonderful upbriging.

-Dash Harber grew up with a love of fashion and the stylistic life of the rich and famous. His parents, both very wealthy and distant from him, showered their son with gifts and money for doing nothing but existing. His parents ended up sending him away at the age of 15 (At his request) to his aunt “Cookie Booker” so that he could have a better, proper upbringing.

-Through his ‘Aunt Cookie’, he met the Dear Countess Cleo, who he took a major liking to the Countess, having a childhood crush on her. Cleo found the young gentlemen quiet endearing and took him under her wing, giving him the life he had know that he’d desired at a very young age. This came to bit him in the but when he started working for V.I.L.E. His parent identifying him during a caper and he had to go into hiding for quite a while. (His parents minds were wiped after this incident, as far as they are concerned now, they never had kids).

-Paperstar’s mother was a prostitute in Japan, and gave birth to her from an unknown father. Paperstar was devoted to her mother, even if she was not devoted to her daughter. She was usually there when her mother brought a man home, covering her ears when ever, what her mother called ‘Business work’, started.

-Young Paperstar started stealing from the men who her mother brought home when she was seven, doing this for many years before one man noticed and turned both Paperstar and her mother into the police. This enraged her mother and she disowned Paperstar, leaving the girl alone and vengeful, only wanting to look out for herself. (She might have killed her mom too, I’m still thinking on that one)

-Mimebomb was born in Ireland with their twin brother. When they were young their parents moved them to France. This is where they saw their first ever Mime, their mother had stopped at a shop and 3 year old Mimebomb had wandered off and stopped to watched a man with paint on his face act on a street corner. They realized they were lost and the Mime just... Scooped them up to help them find their mom and twin brother. This REALLY enforced in them that Mimes weren’t scary or freaky. (Their WHOLE family disagrees to this to this day)

-Spoiler, Mimebomb grew obsessed with Mimes and this really worried their parents. They sent him to a Psychologist, one Professor Maelstrom who was doing freelance work. Maelstrom found the phenomena rather interesting and kept track of Mimebomb for a very long time, it was Maelstrom who brought Mimebomb to V.I.L.E and showed them what their true calling was.

-Boris and Vlad.... I don’t have much for them but what I do have is rather... Boris and Vlad grew up in a very unwelcoming community. Russia at the time was very hostile towards outsiders and while their parents (They are not related, family friends in my eyes) had both of them in Russia, they were still not well accepted by their community, often bullied and beaten bloody by other kids, who forced them to clean up the mess after they finished beating them.

-This horrible childhood instilled a rather off form of PTSD and OCD in both of them that leads them to see every mess that a V.I.L.E operative made was something they had to clean up. Somehow, it was their fault and they had to fix and clean and pretend nothing ever happened.

-Cookie Booker is the Aunt of Dash Haber, she ADORES her Nephew and spoiled him rotten when he was a child, basically taking him in when he asked her too. She took great care to raise him the best she could, never having been able to have children herself, an event that let to her husband leaving her and marrying another woman.

-Cookie was also the woman who introduced Countess Cleo to Professor Maelstorm, a very monumental occasion in V.I.L.E history.

-Neal the Eel was just Neal as a kid. His mom and dad were performers in a Circus, a Magician and his Assistant. He used to adore the circus and wanted to be part of it as a contortionist/escape artist. He was bullied for his hypermobility ( similar to double-jointedness, but if it is progressively more serious it can create more problems for someone.) Causing him to end up resenting his upbringing and parents.

When Neal was 16 he began to break IN to prisons and then BREAK BACK OUT with a TON of the criminals inside. This quickly put him on V.I.L.E’s radar and they decided that they really wanted to recruit him. They made the offer and he vowed that he would never be seen as a joke like he was with the circus.

-MooseBoy was not the brightest kid in school, often picked on for being slow or stupid when he was really just a friendly kid with dyslexia. He almost flunked out of school and would have if not for this dorky looking kid who called himself “Otter”. Thus, a tense and rather abusive friendship formed.

-Otterman was the only reason that Mooseboy was able to graduate Highschool. They were a team, he was the brains (Still is) and Mooseboy the brawn (Still is). HE hated the fact that he was smaller and weaker and really took it out on his partner. Their first crime together was breaking into the school and stealing the principal’s desk on a dare.

-Spinkick and his half sister Flytrap have the same father, and different mothers. Their father lived a double life with his paramours only six miles from one and other. This affair was discovered by their moms and the two women ended up murdering their children’s father and then (unironically) falling in love with each other.

-Flytrap and Spinkick’s mothers moved in and the two kids were forced to get along, they ended up really caring about each other and watching each other’s backs and defending each other in school. Their mother’s never got caught by the way, just think about that.

-The Troll never had friends as a kid and met all his good good friends online, including Player (Plot twist?). Player and Troll got along like peanut butter and jelly, becoming a tag team in learning to hack and work with the internet system. The Troll became invested in trying to figure out how to lock down security systems like banks or Jail facilities (Seeing as his father was put in jail for robbing a back and killing a man who tried to stop him).

-This took Player aback and he began to back away from his friendship with The Troll. This didn’t matter to The Troll, he managed to shut down the security system where his father was being kept. This ends sadly due to the fact that his father doesn’t escape, but ends up dying in the break out. This caused him to draw back from people and remain in his room for a very long time.

Thanks for reading my ramble about V.I.L.E Operatives, I’ll be posting one for the Faculty soon!

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 3 years

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It's the ✨annoying little shit✨ again

The Gremlin anon😺

I'm here with my ✨update✨

I need to tell right of the bat that

THIS AFTERNOON WAS INSANE

Literally...

So, during lunch (after my roommate almost killed Miss oh honey) we started talking about the fact that Miss oh honey is always having trouble in the building where she lives cause of her neighbors

Me and and my roommate both agree that she can stay for as much time as she wants and she ended up deciding to stay for while so she can move to another house

She insisted in helping with house bills while she stays

we tried to disuade her telling her she doesn't need to but she's adamant.

So yeah, Miss oh honey ended up staying XD

But we just remembered that there is only two rooms in this house

Mine and my roommates, and since my room is quite small (those two annoying bitches are saying that it's "my sise") and my roommates room is big enough for two people, sooo...

We all know were thid is going...

Miss oh honey insisted that we shared a room since we have been living together for a long time now and also because we don't have a problem in sleeping together we should be the ones sharing

And I-

I wanted her to win the argument-

NO! I NEED HER TO WIN THE ARGUMENT!!!

I WANT CUDDLES!!!

So I teamed up with her and said that my room is almost empty (I have only my few clothes and my childhood stuffed animal in there) and guess what?

WE WON!!!

AND NOW I PANIC BECAUSE I DIDN'T THOUGHT THIS THROUGH!!!

I'm gonna be sleeping every night with a greek goddess... send help ;-;/

I'M GONNA BE SLEEPING WITH THEM FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!!!

HELP!!!! PANIC!!!!

After my panic and getting my stuff in the room, my roommate asks "You like stuffed animals?"

I FUCKING LOVE STUFFED ANIMALS SINCE I WAS A CHILD!!! I COLECTED AN ARMY OF THEM!!!! But... I lost them because to my former partner...

So I anwsered just that " I love stuffed animals and I literally had an army of them! I colected stuffed animals since I was a lityle kid! I had stuffed animals from amusement parks, other countries my parents took me to, gifts from old friends... But... My former partner didn't like that, and said it was childish and a loss space... So she forced me to get rid of them... And when I did, it was like losing memories from all those places, people, moments... When I lost them... Ifelt like I lost parts of my life, parts of me and who I am... And the only one I could keep was the oldest of them all and my only friend from many years of my chilhood... I wanted to buy more stuffed animals and get new memories but I still can't make myself buy one without feeling extremly guilty for being childish... But anyway, sorry you had to hear all this, it most stupid hearing me talkin about stuffed animals"

"What's your favorite animal?"

"uuuhh... Wolves, why?"

"Cause I'm gonna prove to you that it's not childish to like stuffed animals, and to fair, the way you talk about them is almost poetic"

I just- WHY DO YOU KEED GETTING ME GAYER!!!??? YOU LOVING CARING AMAZING DORK!!!!!

I couldn't anwser them- I WAS GAY SILENT!!! MY GAY HEART!!!

After I could do anything they just hugged me tight and told me "I want you to be happy, and I will buy you all the stuffed animals you want if that's what it takes"

Then they proceed to kiss my fohead and go with Miss oh honey to her apartment to take her stuff out and talk with Miss oh honeys landlord to take care of house buisness

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GAY GOD!!! WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO MY POOR GAY HEART!!!???

WHY!!??!! PANIC!!! MY HEART IS GONNA MELT!!!!

PLS SEND HELP!!!

So... After a while I hear the door ring and I instantly get out of the sofa to help Miss oh honey and my roommate with Miss oh honeys stuff, but thing is, it wasn't them at the door step

IT WAS MY FUCKING EX!!! HOW DOES THAT BICTH KNOW MY ADRESS!!! I MOVED CITYS JUST FOR HER NOT TO FIND ME!!!!

But there she is, in my door step, looking at me with those freaky eyes...

I froze... I was near having a real panic attack...

She said something to me but I cant remember anything, I was in shock so I don't remember anything until I see My oh honey JUMPING ON HER AND HITING HER WITH A LAMP!!!

I only noticed when Miss oh honey jumped on my ex that she (my ex) had been grabing my hand so strogly that I got bruised

Shortly after, my ex grabed Miss oh honey and was chocking her but thankfully my roommate punched the crap out of my ex

My ex fainted there and my roommate called the police while I was checking Miss oh honey

Miss oh honey was okay and I only got a tiny bruise but I just-

I feel so bad about them, especially Miss oh honey... If it wasn't for my roommate she would probably be dead, along with me

The police got there and took my ex away and OH MY GOD

FUCKING HELL!!! JESUS LORD!!!

SHE FUCKING TRACKED ME DOWN TO KILL ME!!!!!

AND ALMOST KILLED MISS OH HONEY IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!!!!

After all this my roommate gave me a stuffed wolf that I didn't let go for the rest of the day!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!! I LOVE IT!!!

But honestly I was (am still am) took shocked to gay over this like I usually do

We all stayed together and didn't even bother unpacking Miss oh honeys stuff out of tiredness

So... Yeah, my internet is being shitty today, thats why I didn't update earlier and had to erite this all over again at 00:00 (now its 1:30 am)

Hope ya'll okay and safe

Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night

(also I saw the ask about your fic and... Defence... Have you been spying on me?👀 Cause what the anon said in the ask was literally my afternoon, before all the crazy stuff)

- sleepy Gremlin anon

Jesus Christ, Gremlin anon. I’m sorry that happened to you. Sounds pretty fucking scary.

(*snort* look... I’m a weak bitch for a stuffed animal so xD)

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power106hq · 3 years

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QUEENS COURT is now LIVE! Powered by Power 106 FM in partnership with TS MADISON and KHIA. The podcast will go live at 9 PM (yes we late) every SUNDAY. Starting off with a recap of the week, KHIA will share her opinions on the biggest news stories and rumors of the past seven days. The court will then be accepting callers (anons) to send in their own thoughts about the past week. To close the show, KHIA and TS will issue out presents to the celebrities discussed in the recap. Click below to stream the full episode!

TS MADISON: We are live baby! Welcome viewers and callers to Queens Court starring myself and the legendary Ms.Khia Thug Misses! We are going to get right into the gig tonight and waste no time. Now remember that everything said is alleged unless we say otherwise. We don’t need any of these rich folk trynna get us shut down or give us gag orders. Starting off this episode we are going to be having a segment of DIVORCE COURT. Now Miss.Khia how do we feel about some alleged trouble in paradise for the West family?

KHIA: Yes, allegedly Meat Lofi and Yeezus the Goddess marriage is on the rocks due to Meatys lack of housewife abilities. Allegedly Mr. Yeezus is sick and tired of his wife not being able to be his rock when he needs her to be. The people are saying Yeezus asks his wife multiple times during the day for his meds and a crustless ham and cheese and she reportedly can’t even handle that task. Allegedly he also is criticizing her ability as a mother. Reports are saying that the two’s eldest child has been playing tee-ball for about three months now, and Meaty hasn’t showed up to one game. As a mother and wife, your job is to be there for your kids. Bitch, your baby is out there playing her heart out in the dirt the least you could do is push that van to the park and give some orange peels out to the kids. Meat Lofi, I don’t really know what else to say about these allegations. I hope that they aren’t true and you’re actually out there with the other moms on game day. What else could you possibly be doing? I’m on team Yeezus with this situation, a real woman takes care of her tribe! I’m gon’ sentence this dizzy ass bitch to a year of Home Economics classes. Hopefully carrying around them plastic babies will help you take of your own! NEXT CASE!!!

TS: Wow, okay. Moving on to CIVIL COURT we have reports of rapper Saint being involved in an altercation with the members of DVSN, who as you all should know are signed to his management label. We were actually able to get some insiders tea on what that was about. Now Miss. Khia how do we feel about what took place earlier this week between the OVO family?

KHIA: Yes, apparently the stars were out for somebody’s event last week and Saint was one the bigger names mentioned, but for a completely different reason. Now, allegedly Paint

TS: Wait Miss.Khia, who’s Paint?

KHIA: Oh, that’s what the ‘girls’ call him ‘round there on the Ave. ‘Paint Leave-A-Nigga-Shitty Arazi’ has not been paying his artist at all! Allegedly he’s been in debt for a while now due to him receiving costly services from the girls with ‘no no spots’ down there at the piers. Now the people are saying he’s been taking care of a woman by name of Dashiki but we gon get into that tea on a later date. But apparently this is the reason why his artist aren’t getting paid. This led to an altercation at the event last week where Paint got jumped by the struggling artists. I’m 100% sure this isn’t the first time Paint has been chucked around like this. Allegedly he’s been the host of annual “Arazi Bukkake” parties every first Sunday of Pride Month, so I’m sure this was familiar territory for him at first. But when them niggas started really lettin’ lose on him it became a bit too much. I’m gonna sentence Paint to three years of self defense classes and two years of personal finance classes. NEXT CASEEEE!!!

TS:

KHIA: Speaking of personal finances and leaving niggas shitty, next on the docket is Miss. Xymira Futon in BANKRUPTCY COURT. Now I’m not really gon’ spend much time on this one because I don’t believe this is her fault entirely. We the people allege that Ms. Futon has been getting played her entire career by our previous defendant Mr. Yahweh “Crazy Steve” West. It’s being alleged that Crazy Steve hasn’t been paying Cosmo and this resulted in the parking boot being clamped on her beat up ass G-Wagon. I’m Team Cosmo on this one how you feel about this shit sis?

TS: Girl, I-.

KHIA: You don’t wanna talk about this? Well I’ma leave it alone but like I been telling y’all hoes: Don’t trust no nigga, don’t trust no Christian, don’t trust no sissy?! Don’t trust Crazy Steve either. I’m sentencing Ms.Futon to remedial reading classes. Bitch ain’t no way in hell you read yo contract the way Crazy Steve swallowing up all yo’ coins. Go learn how to read and find a way to get out the asylum bitch. NEXT CASEEE!!!

TS: Okay, well. We are moving on to the COURT OF APPEALS. Now Miss. Thugga has been spotted around the beautiful city of Los Angeles for the first time in months since Señora Sabrina went on that lady’s show and told everyone that he was violent towards her. Now, Sabrina did have a lot of women and movements behind her that shamed the man but Miss. Thugga also has his believers who don’t believe the entire truth was told in the interview. Miss.Khia do we think the people should appeal Miss. Thugga’s sentence of cancellation?

KHIA: Yes, well just to recap apparently Sabrina is alleging that Thugga had been abusing her while and when they were together. She didn’t speak up about it while it was going on and we the people wanna know why? Why now out of all times would you tell us ‘bout how this man been knockin’ you in yo shit for the better half of y’alls relationship? I don’t know bout this one y’all, I’m team Thugga on this. I think Sabrina’s ultimate plan was to trap him with a baby but since she’s not able to really produce children like that, ALLEGEDLY, the plans fell through. Also the people have been saying that Thugga had already moved on to another women around the time she went to cryin’ on that old lady show. Now it all makes sense. Bitch you mean to tell me that this man been kickin’ off in yo ass for that long and you ain’t hit a Tina Turner and dart yo skinny ass across the street where grass is a lil bit greener? I just don’t believe this at all! Now that another bitch gathering up all of Thugga’s coins you wanna go to hollering bout how he been kickin’ off in yo ass? Well I’ll tell you this, for that amount of money a month bitch you should’ve continued to get knocked upside yo muthafuckin’ head! The court will appeal Thugga’s sentence and also sentence this lying ass bitch to a lie detector test so we can really see what’s going on here. Next case, I’m tired of talkin ‘bout this bitch.

TS: Oh Lord in Heaven, now we gon’ do our last segment before we start taking some callers. JUVENILE COURT also known as YOUNG DUMB AND FULL OF CUM! is now in session. Now allegedly some people spotted Miss. Chloe Love getting frisky with some D-Listers at an event earlier this week. Miss.Khia how do we feel about this?

KHIA: Well apparently Chloe “Slim Thug” Jones was seen at the drive-in party with one leg on the dashboard and the other hooked in the door handle, chile. Witnesses are alleging that Ms. Jones was sitting on the center console with her legs open wide as all outside while two other men were playing tether ball with her bean. We the people are alleging that these two men were rappers Blueface Bleedem and PontiacMadeDDG. I really don’t have a whole lot to say about this freaky ass lil bitch. I just want to ask, bitch how dumb could you possibly be to let these two melon munchers spread you open like that in the middle of a parking lot? The girls of the girls were supposedly out there trying to watch Precious in peace, but yo trifling ass wouldn’t allow them to do that? I’m sentencing yo pussy to the gas chambers bitch. CASE CLOSED!

TS: Okay that is all the time we have for cases today. The lines are open for callers if the people want to chime in and tell us how they feel about this past week. We’ll be spending the next hour talking to the callers before we get into the gift giving segment of the show.

#[ * 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻. ft. episodes. ]

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rubykgrant · 4 years

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I made a slightly condensed version of my Spooky Ref list; it still has a heck ton of movies and books, but now I combined certain categories, eliminated a few, and removed some of the titles that don’t quite fit. If you are looking for things to watch or read so you can get into the Halloween mood (or of you just like some creepy content), here you go!

Movies and Books for October

These range from children’s media to adult content, so be sure to check the ratings/reviews, this way you’ll find ones that are suitable for the right viewers. The dates of movies and names of authors for books are included to make searches easier

(a * symbol is for when a title is in both sections, a book that got made into a movie, ect)

Halloween and Ghosts

Movies- Hocus Pocus (1993), *the Halloween Tree (1993), the Nightmare before Christmas (1993), Trick r Treat (2007), Monster House (2006), Halloweentown (1998), the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1949), Scary Godmother Halloween Spooktacular (2003), Poltergeist (1982), the Haunting (1999), Casper (1995), Ghostbusters (1984), the Haunted Mansion (2003), Thirteen Ghosts (2001), the Others (2001)

Books- How to Drive Your Family Crazy on Halloween by Dean Marney,*the Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury, the Haunted Mask (Goosebumps) by RL Stine, Dark Harvest by Norman Partridge, Stonewords a Ghost Story by Pam Conrad, Deep and Dark and Dangerous by Mary Downing Hahn, Ghost Beach (Goosebumps) by RL Stine, All the Lovely Bad Ones by Mary Downing Hahn, the Crossroads by Chris Grabenstein, Wait Till Helen Comes by Mary Downing Hahn

Witch/ESP/Mental Powers

Movies- *Practical Magic (1998), *the Wizard of Oz (1939), *the Witches (1990), Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989), Scooby-Doo and the Witch’s Ghost (1999) *Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001), the Craft (1996), the Witches of Eastwick (1987), *Carrie (1976), *Firstarter (1984), *Matilda (1996), the Last Mimzy (2007)

Books- *Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman, *the Witches by Roald Dahl, Charmed Life by Diana Wynne Jones, *Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling, *the Wizard of Oz by L Frank Baum, T*Witches by HB Gilmour and Randi Reisfeld, the Worst Witch by Jill Murphy, *Carrie by Stephen King, *Firestarter by Stephen King, *Matilda by Roald Dahl, Scorpion Shards (Star Shards Chronicles) by Neal Shusterman, the Witch’s Boy by Michael Gruber

Vampire and Werewolf

Movies- Blade (1998), the Little Vampire (2000), Hellboy Blood and Iron (2007), *Hotel Transylvania (2012), Fright Night (2011), What We Do in the Shadows (2014), Alvin and the Chipmunks meet The Wolfman (2000), Ginger Snaps (2000), Van Helsing (2004) Wolf Children (2012), the Wolfman (1941)

Books- Bunnicula by James and Deborah Howe, Dracula by Bram Stoker, ‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King, Red Rider’s Hood by Neal Shusterman, the Werewolf of Fever Swamp (Goosebumps) by RL Stine, Werewolves Don't Go to Summer Camp (Bailey School Kids) by Debbie Dadey and Marcia Jones, Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause, Night of the Werepoodle by Constance Hiser

Zombies and Slasher/Gore

Movies- Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (1998), ParaNorman (2012), Night of the Living Dead (1968), *Pet Sematary (1989), Zombieland (2009), Resident Evil (2002), Dawn of the Dead (2004) Scream (1996), a Nightmare on Elm Street (1984), *I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997), Kill Bill (2003), Happy Death Day (2017), the Hills Have Eyes (2006), US (2019), Friday the 13th (1980), the Thing (1982), *the Girl with all the Gifts (2016)

Books- *Pet Sematary by Stephen King, the Haunting of Derek Stone by Tony Abott, Welcome to Dead House (Goosebumps) by RL Stine, *I know What You Did Last Summer by Lois Duncan, the Dark Half by Stephen King, The Dead Girlfriend (Point Horror) by RL Stine, Another by Yukito Ayatsuji, the Prom Queen (Fear Street) by RL Stine, *the Girl with all the Gifts by MR Carey

Demons/Possession/Afterlife

Movies- the Omen (1976), Insidious (2010), the Exorcist (1973), *Christine (1983), City of Angels (1998), All Dogs go to Heaven (1989), Fallen (1998), *Rosemary’s Baby (1968), Bedazzled (2000), What Dreams May Come (1998), the Book of Life (2014), Flatliners (2017), *the Lovely Bones (2009), Coco (2017), Jennifer’s Body (2009), the Mummy (1999)

Books- *Christine by Stephen King, Needful Things by Stephen King, HECK where the bad kids go by Dale E Bayse,* Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, Paradise Lost by John Milton, Inferno by Dante Alighieri, *the Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

Monsters/Mythology/Dangerous Animals

Movies- Monsters Inc (2001), Godzilla (1998), *a Monster Calls (2016), *Jurassic Park (1993), King Kong (1933), Doug’s 1st Movie (1999), Darkness Falls (2003), Atlantis the lost empire (2001), Sinbad Legend of the Seven Seas (2003), *the Last Unicorn (1982), Urban Legend (1998), *How to Train Your Dragon (2010), the Flight of Dragons (1982), Shrek (2001), *the Hobbit (1977), Quest for Camelot (1998), Ferngully the last rainforest (1992), Lake Placid (1999), Jaws (1975), *Cujo (1983), Deep Blue Sea (1999), Anaconda (1997)

Books- *a Monster Calls by Patrick Ness, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, *Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton, Sasquatch by Roland Smith, *the Last Unicorn by Peter S Beagle, the Moorchild by Eloise Jarvis McGraw, the Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) by Rick Riordan, the Boggart by Susan Cooper, *How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell, Jeremy Thatcher Dragon Hatcher by Bruce Coville, *the Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, *Cujo by Stephen King, Cat in the Crypt (Animal Ark Hauntings) by Ben M Baglio, Congo by Michael Crichton, Watership Down by Richard Adams, the Dark Pond by Joseph Bruchac

Dolls and Toys, Circus/Carnival/Clowns, Comedy Horror

Movies- *Coraline (2009), the Adventures of Pinocchio (1996), Child’s Play (1988), Toy Story (1995), 9 (2009), We’re Back a dinosaur’s story (1993), the Care Bears Movie (1985), Little Nemo adventures in Slumberland (1989), *Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983), *Big Top Scooby-Doo (2012), Killer Klowns from Outer Space, *IT (2017), *Beetlejuice (1988), Army of Darkness (1992), Gremlins (1984), Arachnophobia (1990), Jawbreaker (1999), Tremors (1990), the Frighteners (1996), Twilight Zone the Movie (1983), Little Shop of Horrors (1986), Eight Legged Freaks (2002), the Goonies (1985)

Books- Frozen Charlotte by Alex Bell, *Coraline by Neil Gaiman, No Flying in the House by Betty Brock, Doll Bones by Holly Black, Joyland by Stephen King, *Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, the Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, *IT by Stephen King, the Cuckoo Clock of Doom (Goosebumps) by RL Stine, a Dirty Job by Christopher Moore jr, Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (Treasury) by Alvin Schwartz and illustrated by Stephen Gammell, JTHM (Director’s Cut) by Jhonen Vasquez

Gothic/Dark Fantasy, Curse/Transformation

Movies- *the Addams Family (1991), Rebecca (1940), Edward Scissorhands (1990), Mama (2013), the Phantom of the Opera (2004), Crimson Peak (2010), Legend (1985), the Dark Crystal (1982), Labyrinth (1986), *the Neverending Story (1984), *the Secret of NIMH (1982), Anastasia (1997), Howl’s Moving Castle (2004), Pan’s Labyrinth (2006), Willow (1988), *the Last Unicorn (1982), the Princess Bride (1987), *Legend of the Guardians the Owls of Ga'Hoole, Beauty and the Beast (1991), the Princess and the Frog (2009), the Swan Princess (1994), the Thing (1982), the Mask (1994), Freaky Friday (2003), Song of the Sea (2014), Pirates of the Caribbean the Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)

Books- the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, the Shining by Stephen King, Remember Me by Mary Higgins Clark, a Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, Well Witched (Verdigris Deep) by Frances Hardinge, Poison by Chris Wooding, *the Neverending Story by Michael Ende, *Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIMH by Robert C O'Brien, a Tale Dark and Grimm by Adam Gidwitz, the Dark Portal by Robin Jarvis, Zel by Donna Jo Napoli, *the Last Unicorn by Peter S Beagle, *Guardians of Ga’Hoole by Kathryn Lasky, Owl in Love by Patrice Kindl

Mystery/Thriller/Psychological/Suspense

Movies- Clue (1985), *Holes (2003), Get Out (2017), Hot Fuzz (2007), Minority Report (2002), Kidnap (2017), Saw (2004), Wind River (2017), Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988), the Great Mouse Detective (1986), Eve’s Bayou (1997), Breaking In (2018), Cube (1997), *Secret Window (2004), Silent Hill (2006), the Sixth Sense (1999), the Good Son (1993), Psycho (1960), Donnie Darko (2001), Fargo (1996), the Game (1997), the Invisible Man (2020), Breaking In (2018)

Books- *Holes by Louis Sachar, the Lost (the Outer Limits) by John Peel, We’ll Meet Again by Mary Higgins Clark, When the Bough Breaks by Jonathan Kellerman, *Secret Window Secret Garden (Four Past Midnight) by Stephen King, House of Stairs by William Sleator, Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King, Tangerine by Edward Bloor, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, the Girl who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King

Sci-Fi/Space Aliens, Robots and Technology

Movies- I Robot (2004), the Iron Giant (1999), the Terminator (1984), AI artificial intelligence (2001), the Stepford Wives (2004), Wall-E (2008), *Screamers (1995), *Sphere (1998), *Blade Runner (1982), *2001 a Space Odyssey (1968), MIB (1997), Mission to Mars (2000), Galaxy Quest (1999), Alien (1979), ET the extra terrestrial (1982), Independence Day (1996), Spaced Invaders (1990), Buzz Lightyear of Star Command the Adventure Begins (2000), Chicken Little (2005), *War of the Worlds (1953), *Contact (1997), Signs (2002), Treasure Planet (2002), Frequency (2000), Back to the Future (1985), the Time Machine (1960), Planet of the Apes (1968), Lost in Space (1998)

Books- the Terminal Man by Michael Crichton, Feed by Matthew Tobin Anderson, *Second Variety (Screamers) by Phillip K Dick, *I Robot by Isaac Asimov, Cell by Stephen King, *Sphere by Michael Crichton, *Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (Blade Runner) by Philip K Dick , *2001 a Space Odyssey by Arthur C Clarke, a Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle, Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, the Dark Side of Nowhere by Neal Shusterman, *War of the Worlds by HG Wells, *Contact by Carl Sagan, Childhood’s End by Arthur C Clarke, Aliens Don’t Wear Braces (the Baily School Kids) by Debbie Dadey and Marcia Jones, the Invasion (Animorphs) by KA Applegate

Dystopia/Disaster, Other Worlds

Movies- Waterworld (1995), the Matrix (1999), Escape from New York (1981), *Demolition Man (1993), the Day After Tomorrow (2004), Volcano (1997), the Fifth Element (1997), Titan AE (2000), Armageddon (1998), Twister (1996), the Birds (1963), the Book of Eli, (2010) Spirited Away (2001), *Alice in Wonderland (1951), Pleasantville (1998), *the Phantom Tollbooth (1970), *the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005), *Hook (1991), the Pagemaster (1994), *James and the Giant Peach (1996)

Books- Among the Hidden by Margaret Peterson Haddix, Uglies by Scott Westerfeld, the Road by Cormac McCarthy, the House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer, 1984 by George Orwell, Armageddon Summer by Bruce Coville and Jane Yolen, the Giver by Lois Lowry, the City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau, *Brave New World (Demolition Man) by Aldous Huxley, Malice by Chris Wooding, * the Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, *Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, the Golden Compass (His Dark Materials) by Philip Pullman, *The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe (the Chronicles of Narnia) by CS Lewis, *James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl

Anime/Manga and J-Horror

Movies- Akira (1988), Perfect Blue (1997), Ring (1998), Dark Water (2002), Ghost in the Shell (1995), Tokyo Godfathers (2003), Cat Soup (2001), *Cowboy Bebop the Movie (2001), Blood the Last Vampire (2000), Pokemon the First Movie (1998), Sailor Moon R Promise of the Rose (1993), DBZ the World’s Strongest (1990), Digimon the Movie (2000), Ju-On (2000)

Manga- Claymore by Norihiro Yagi, Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba and illustrated by Takeshi Obata, *Yu Yu Hakusho by Yoshihiro Togashi, *Fullmetal Alchemist by Hiromu Arakawa, *Blue Exorcist by Kazue Katō, *Soul Eater by Atsushi Ōkubo, *Inuyasha by Rumiko Takahashi,

Anime- *Yu Yu Hakusho, *Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, *Soul Eater, *Blue Exorcist, *Inuyasha, *Cowboy Bebop, Mob Psycho 100, .hack//SIGN , the Promised Neverland, Paranoia Agent, Tokyo Ghoul, Hellsing Ultimate

Super Hero

Movies- Hellboy (2004), Ghost Rider (2007), the Incredibles (2004), Batman Beyond return of the Joker (2000), TMNT (2007), Logan (2017), Black Panther (2018), Sky High (2005), Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse (2018), Justice League Crisis on Two Earths (2010), Batman Under the Red Hood (2010)

Comics- Animal Man (New 52, 2011) DC Comics, Swamp Thing (New 52, 2011) DC Comics, BPRD Dark Waters (2012) Dark Horse Comics, Nextwave (Agents of HATE, 2006) Marvel Comics

Animated Series- Batman the Animated Series, X-Men Evolution, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003), Darkwing Duck, the Powerpuff Girls, Teen Titans (2005), Static Shock, Green Lantern the Animated Series

Cartoons and TV shows

Over the Garden Wall, The Simpsons (Treehouse of Horrors), Regular Show (Terror Tales of the Park), Adventure Time (Stakes), Scooby-Doo Where Are You/What’s New Scooby-Doo, El Tigre the Adventures of Manny Rivera, Phineas and Ferb (Night of the Living Pharmacists), Gravity Falls, Good Omens, Miracle Workers, Grimm, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, What We Do In the Shadows, Hotel Transylvania the series, Wolf’s Rain, Danny Phantom, Aaahh Real Monsters, the Munsters, So Weird, Tutenstein, Gargoyles, Xena Warrior Princess, Are You Afraid of the Dark, Tales from the Crypt, Goosebumps, Samurai Jack, Metalocalypse, Super Jail, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Futurama, the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, *Beetlejuice (animated series), Sabrina the Animated Series, the Owl House, Bewitched, Growing Up Creepy, the Addams Family (animated series), a Series of Unfortunate Events, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Star VS the Forces of Evil, Amphibia, Infinity Train, Penn Zero Part-Time Hero, Murder She Wrote, the Venture Bros, Avatar the Last Airbender, Invader ZIM, People of Earth, Star Trek Next Gen, Rick and Morty, Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Hello ^^ just dropping a quick message to tell you that I love your blog. I have tarot cards and oracle cards myself but I can't read them as good as you. Your really gifted. That erotic serie is amazing, It feels so accurate. I don't know if your request are open or not, but if they are, would you consider doing the erotic card pull for Yuta from NCT127?

thank you. yes, this is perfect for yuta, he’s amazing 😍❤️ i thought about covering him just yesterday, telepathy 😊

sexual style: 6 OF SWORDS

Okay, so. You can tell he’s come a long way. These kinds of things take the backseat: Yuta doesn’t consider sex as something primarily physical, emotional, or visceral. At least, not anymore. To him, it has a predominantly mental component instead. It’s the mindset that counts. Yuta has realized something very important in that regard. The 6 OF SWORDS is a card that always indicates someone’s moving on, they’re on a huge journey. Yuta is certainly somebody who’s had his fair share of experience, he’s seen a lot of shadow sides too, but recently, his erotic style has undergone a huge shift. Literally, a gigantic change. How I interpret it is that he might go from one expression of sexuality or preference to another. E.g. as if a switch becomes a strictly dom person, or a straight individual realizes they’ve been bi/pan all along. That kind of progression. With Yuta I find it hard to pinpoint what exactly it is, though. What the card does say is that he has sorted out his priorities big time, he’s not a fickle lover.

What the imagery of the card shows is certainly a calmer, more subdued spirit. Angsty or sad, even. This is not a bold and battling energy, he’s swapped completely to keeping things more understated in bed. His partner could be less so, but he will stay subtle. Yuta is less fiery and rough than we think, but rather, very concentrated and sobered. The latter especially. This could have happened after being overseas or after another journey; Yuta might have had sexual encounters that weren’t so pleasant at all. Maybe verbally abusive since swords represent fights and communication. So, he is so much more careful, my god. I see the 6 OF SWORDS as the sign of sexual healing. A relief. So, this is Yuta’s current pivotal energy. He is more open to receive guidance and protection. Or, he easily gives it to someone who’s been through trauma. He is humble, sincere, respectful. Non-embellishing, just genuine. That is beautiful. Look at the ferryman on the card: I get a feeling that aftercare is tremendously important to him, he enjoys a partner’s comforting presence for sure, or gives great aftercare himself.

secret kinks

TOUCHY — What we know is that PDA is super important to Yuta already, and this extends to the bedroom going by this card. Sex as just rubbing your genitals together and that’s it: Not on his list. He wants to touch his partner everywhere, and be touched in reverse. With his great long hair, I know the perfect area to caress him.

POLY — It takes two, baby. Or three. Or four. Whoever lands in NCT is familiar with group settings 24/7, and Yuta will carry that idea to his private matters. He’s accustomed to it. Nothing better than a nice gangbang to unwind. And really, Yuta can handle several lovers at once. He’s daredevil enough but stay cool and collected to coordinate.

SWEARING — It’s sort of a contradiction with the tarot card for sexual style above because it said he’s acquainted with verbal abuse of some kind. On the other hand, what I think this means is him being very likely to curse to himself under his breath between moans. So, it’s not about name-calling but giving reactions during sexy time.

DILDOES — He’s gotten softer, but this might be the area of hardcore that he keeps in his repertoire. He’s open to using vibrators, strap-ons, fucking machines, butt plugs. Anal play is very welcome in the house of Nakamoto. If he’s feeling particularly freaky, he’ll get it on with a double-ended dildo. Together with his partner, or going ass to mouth.

BITING — Cue Lady Gaga: “Show me your teeth.” You gotta know that song. That’s the motto we’re going by, Yuta is a big fan of marks and anything oral. There’s a reason he looks like a frickin’ vampire lord, neck stuff is absolutely his thing. Something else that this card indicates is also: Hickeys.

#anon #yuta #nct #cub mail 🐅#yuta smut #nct tarot #yuta tarot reading

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elizabethwydevilles · 4 years

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Jaime/Brienne Recs (or, it’s my birthday and I’ll rec what I want to)

note: this is by no means an exhaustive list of recs; this is just a short list of some of my absolute favourites.also note: the summaries for open by ssstrychnine and You Can’t Save Her by SigilBroken are not the ‘official’ summaries. they’re just my very brief attempts to give a taste of the stories.

open (t) by ssstrychnine/@oneangryshot

post 8.03, Brienne helps Jaime to shave

one-shot

You Can't Save Her (e) by SigilBroken/@chickren

three years later (diverges from canon in 8.05/8.06). angst like woah (currently consuming my soul)

WIP

our long love’s day (m) by winterkill/@kurikaesu-haru

"Brienne rejected me, more than once."

Lord Selwyn looks at the sun, high above Evenfall's keep, blinding in its midday glory. The sun Jaime thought he'd never live to see again.

"Ask her again. Ask her here. You’ve all the daylight you need, especially on this day."

complete

Battle is the Great Redeemer (m) by Lady_in_Red/@ladyinredfics

Jaime Lannister dies in a tunnel under the Red Keep, and wakes up days earlier at Winterfell. And then it happens again. And again. But he's not the first to live the same battle over and over again. Arya Stark, the slayer of the Night King, went through it first in the Battle of Winterfell.

Edge of Tomorrow AU

complete

More Than a Memory (e) by Luthien/@luthienebonyx

Brienne believes that all she has left of Jaime are memories, both bitter and sweet.

She’s wrong.

complete

The Assignment (e) by languageintostillair/@shipping-receiving

She is supposed to call him Jaime, Jaime Lannister. Her name, her new name that is now also the name she was born with, is Brienne Lannister, née Tarth. Soon enough, they said, her backstory would become her memories. His children would become hers, too. She floods her mind with a rush of renewed faith in the Cause. Infiltrating enemy territory in the most daring way possible. As a perfectly ordinary family.

An AU inspired by The Americans—in which Jaime and Brienne are spies working undercover as a married couple, with two children, for as many years as their country requires.

WIP

Confluence (e) by GRRM

“Why did you come here, then?” she bites out.

“Brienne,” he says, with infinite exasperation.

one-shot

bathe me up in light, call me when you drown (m) by janie_tangerine/@janiedean

“Jaime,” she whispers. “Jaime, what are you doing?”

“Dying,” he whispers back.

What — is he — oh, no. This has gone way beyond her oath now. Fine, she swore she’d keep him alive, but after what she saw this morning… he does have some of that fire in him left. And he does want to get out of this. And he doesn’t deserve such an undignified death. Not a swordsman like that, not a man who could fight like that, not a man whose eyes were so bright even when chained inside a dirty dungeon. Not a man who had the guts to try and steal that sword.

“No,” Brienne urges him, “no, you must live.”

“Stop telling me what do, wench. I’ll die if it pleases me.” He sounds like he’s done for, and like he has lost everything he had going for him, and gods, she gets it, she gets it, but — no. She can’t let him give up. She won’t. She never would have gone anywhere if she let that feeling get to her and he’s certainly not done for, handless or not.

Or: ASOS, Jaime IV and V, from Brienne's POV.

one-shot

silence is golden (e) by nubbins_for_all

She brought him here because he insisted on privacy and she heard from Tormund (who is still looking for any chance to speak to her, damn him) that they’d finished the repairs last night. She can’t believe it, that Jaime is still so proud after the Long Night, that he doesn’t feel he’s earned the right not to be laughed at. Sparring in front of people using his left hand shouldn’t bother him anymore.

“I was fighting for you,” he says when she tells him he’s being silly, “and I was fighting to live. I’m not ashamed to admit what gave me strength. But I don’t want any future living opponents to know how much strength I still need to make up for my…failings.”

Bullshit, she thinks.

In which Jaime and Brienne, through no fault of their own, find themselves trapped in a delicate position where being discovered would bode very ill for them...so Jaime decides to take advantage of the situation.

one-shot

It was almost Yule, and there was almost a murder (t) by greyathena

Brienne thought things were going shockingly smoothly after Jaime arrived, alone, at Winterfell to join the armies of the North. But then there was the sword through the window.

one-shot

though our paths diverge (I travel with you) (m) by robotsdance/@robotsdance

For a moment it's almost like Jaime is Brienne, out in the wilderness, on her horse with Podrick beside her.

It must have been his imagination, he rationalizes as he opens his eyes where he lies soundly in his own bed. He had been thinking of Brienne and had been almost asleep. He must have dozed off and dreamed of her. That’s all. It was nothing. Nothing at all.

Jaime puts it from his mind.

But it happens again.

Intermittent Body Swapping/ Freaky Friday AU

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Hold This Threadbare Heart at Needlepoint (e) by nire/@nire-the-mithridatist

Jaime wielded a sword well enough with his left hand, but a quill was a different beast altogether. Brienne found an ingenious solution, proposed in the form of a wager.

Or,

Jaime learned how to embroider to train the fine motor skills of his left hand.

complete

Everyone Has Secrets (e) by ellaria

Political journalist Jaime Lannister finds himself out of alternatives when Millennium, his magazine, becomes endangered by his reckless actions. Brienne Tarth, a professional hacker charged with the task of investigating him, will stumble upon more than she expected. The mystery of a disappearance ten years earlier will draw them to Winterfell, where more than one secret might be uncovered.

Based on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson.

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From This Day Until the End of My Days (m) by dreadwulf/@dreadwulf

Jaime Lannister should have returned to King's Landing weeks and weeks ago. Instead he brought an injured Brienne to the Quiet Isle and somehow ended up married to her. Now he's riding for the Vale with a strange assortment of companions on an impossible search for Sansa Stark, and Brienne won't even look at him anymore, and why does that bother him so much? Why is he even here? He should just go home. He'll do it any day now.

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If Tomorrow (e) by nicasio_silang/@nicasiosilang

There came a spring of high blue skies that never softened to summer. The churned mud of every battlefield slipped into a dream of wildflowers and the children of the realm who ran through them, children whose fears were only ever small. Every dawn a miracle, every night another debt that could never be repaid. A lifetime of such days, each one the impossible gift. A long life, long hours, birdsong, the tide in and the tide out, and trees heavy with apricots. All this, and grief. It was enough.

This is the fifth year of their marriage.

#jaime x brienne #fic recs #texty post

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Friendships are difficult

@anaid-queen Sorry for the tag but you seemed excited? Made a fic loosely based off of @superevilbeans‘ post about them texting. It’s a funky fic and my first ever Doctor Who one that I’ve posted online! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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When you’re an unreliable, adventurous space traveller normal friendships are tricky. And people who really understand you? They’re nearly impossible. River doesn’t count, by the way, and she never counted. Yes, she understood, but she was… well she was always a romantic interest, not just a friend. Sometimes, you need a friend.

The Doctor didn’t really like friends. It was part of the “angry Scottish” vibe that was inherently ingrained in him. He also didn’t like spies. Or the government. Or government-spies. They annoyed him, chattering like fools and ruling out the obvious factor of aliens in every single case- even the ones with obvious aliens being VERY OBVIOUS.

This changed, sort of. There was an analyst in the MI6 who fully believed in aliens. Of course he was a nutjob, but another vibe The Doctor revelled in was “angry aggressive nutjob”.

It made sense that The Doctor confided in this guy. Especially about… her.

Me: You know The Master? We talked about him a while back. Yeah, he’s back- well she. I mentioned that we can change gender, but I still wasn’t expecting it. Took me completely by surprise. -Doctor Disco.

Clara didn’t understand. She just straight-up didn’t. Hence trying to force him to shoot her, etc. The MI6 guy got it. Friendships and enemyships were difficult juggling acts, and sometimes a human perspective was helpful.

Me: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW!!! O: ??? Me: Okay so it’s about Missy… O: Oh no Me: They want me to execute her and yeah. She technically deserves it but also I just really, really don’t want to. O: I don’t think you should kill her- is there a work around? What’s the terms-and-conditions? Me: Protect her body for a thousand years… O: Alive or dead? Me: Great point! They didn’t specify. Thank you. -Doctor Disco.

Obviously he didn’t kill Missy. He probably wouldn’t have, even without O, but it was good. Just to know that someone else thought he was in the right.

Me: Hi I’m dying O: It’s been three months Me: No, I’ve been on the road to death for a few days not months O: Are you ok? Me: Sure, I just said I’m dying, nothing better than dying is there? O: Like as in DYING, or you gotta just go and glow for a bit? O: Hello? O:… O: ARE YOU OKAY???

The whole becoming-a-woman thing was interesting, though The Doctor’s brain was scrambled. It took ages to remember who she was and over a week to remember the last message she’d sent her friend was ominously referring to the fact she was going to die. And that this person had sent numerous messages asking if she was okay… oops.

Me: Oh hey, sorry. I regenerated and everything was really hazy, I forgot about your messages and again- I’m so sorry. Me: O? Look, I’m really sorry. O: No, I get it. O: I mean I don’t, I’m not a Time Lord (obvs), but I can try. Me: You don’t have to do anything. I’m the one that messed up. O: So how’s the new regeneration? Me: Great!😁😁😜 I’m a woman💁‍♀️ and I got a new fam and the TARDIS redecorated herself😲 and she’s gorgeous😍😍😍 and my friends are awesome and I can’t wait to see where I’ll go next!😊😁🌌 And when!!🧭🗺🌏😁 O: Cool. Me: Are you still mad? O: I mean yeah, I thought you were DEAD dead and it was not a fun feeling. Me: I get it. I can get you a souvenir if you like, we’re going to Jaxto V and they have some neat stuff. I’ve always meant to pay you a proper visit.🤔 O: I mean I’m flattered… I don’t need a gift but I’d love you to stop by sometime Me: I’ll be your gift!😁 O: Lol sure

Things happened, though. Adventure after adventure fluttered by and she didn’t visit. She meant to, and she definitely texted way more often than she used to. Not just to compensate, she was just naturally more sociable and O had the best memes.

But nothing lasts forever.

Me: Screw you O: Okay but how are you messaging from my freaky-dimension-prison? Me: Screw. YOU!!! Me:😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 O: Too many angry faces, Master- out

Alas! That is the story of The Doctor’s friend.

#doctor who spoilers #doctor who #doctor who season 12 #doctor who series 12 #thirteenth doctor #the master #the master (dhawan)#spyfall #writing #my writing #dw fanfic #dw spoilers #dw #dw fic

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - May 24th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog.

The Consolations of Philosophy multi-chapter WIP by ivorykeys09 - After five years of working abroad and undercover as the United States' top cryptanalyst, Felicity returns home with more than a few secrets. AU, no island https://archiveofourown.org/works/12042972/chapters/27267447

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Paging Dr. Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @laxit21 - When Oliver Queen gets into a car accident, he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak. He had no idea how much a chance meeting would change his life. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17262497/chapters/40595483

Summer Vacation: My Name is Felicity Smoak by @dmichellewrites - prompt: malfunction https://archiveofourown.org/works/11074743/chapters/27297582?view_adult=true

Mon Amour (My Love) by @crazycrystal10 - Oliver & Felicity meet in a coffee shop and the rest is a sweet tale of sugary sweet love. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051564

Bodyguard multi-chapter WIP by @originalhybridloverfics - Felicity needs a new bodyguard and Diggle referred her to an old friend, Oliver Queen. Unknowingly she meets the man she would one day marry. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9656798/chapters/21814571

I'd Go Anywhere With You multi-chapter Complete by @laureningall - Felicity has said many times that she would go anywhere with Oliver. They’ve already checked off so many to-dos in their new life together. New apartment, learning to parent a preteen, their engagement, elopement, and of course annulling that pesky League of Assassins sham marriage. Why has checking off that last wedding box been so elusive - their honeymoon. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12023805/chapters/27215448

Double Standards multi-chapter Complete by @felicityollies - Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar-winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them... that is until their sex tape gets released. https://archiveofourown.org/works/10676223/chapters/23636349

The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. Thelast drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368

From Somewhere Within multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Their connection has always felt natural to them, safe and secure. But others tend to fear what they don’t understand, and as far as their enemies are concerned, the world isn’t ready to accept two people who can know each other the way that Oliver and Felicity do. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16009244/chapters/37356257

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

I Can't Make You Say You Love Me multi-chapter Complete by intolauren - Felicity Smoak is a woman in her twenties who has never really been kissed, never been in an actual relationship. She doesn't know what it means to be intimate, to be loved, to be needed. She's plagued with a crippling anxiety that gets in the way of every single relationship she's ever tried to have. Her friends can't understand why she's so terrified to let someone in, why she's so terrified of life in general, and sometimes, neither can she. She's told herself a million times that she's okay with being alone; solitude is her favourite thing in the world, it's safe there, she can't hurt anyone there. But what if it's not? What if there's something, or someone, better out there, just outside her apartment building, that she just won't let herself have? What if one day, someone scares her so badly in the best possible way, someone who has been there all along, and she starts to question everything she's ever believed about herself? https://archiveofourown.org/works/8709418/chapters/19969525?view_adult=true

Back to Start multi-chapter WIP by @laurabelle2930 - Felicity left home almost ten years ago. She missed her family, the land that she'd always felt bonded to and, the boy who was not only her best friend but, also her true love. Now with the help of her family she's about to see if the boy she left behind is still just as in love with as she still is with him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16043321/chapters/37451873

(Freaky Friday) Things Ain't Goin' My Way multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - what happens when you mix an ancient textbook, an angry hacker, and an equally angry vigilante? Short answer: nothing good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6496711/chapters/14871091

Love By Contradiction multi-chapter WIP by @pimsiepim - When Felicity meets Oliver, it’s anything but romantic. Taking her best friend’s spot at a speed-dating event wasn’t exactly how she had pictured spending her Friday night. Meeting said best friend’s soulmate? Even less expected. And even though Felicity never really believed in that silly prediction a fortune teller made ten years ago, the occasion is just too good to pass up. Alena is stuck in a toxic relationship and maybe what she needs to finally get over her ex… is to get underneath someone else. Mission “Get-Alena-And-Oliver-Together” is on the way, and Felicity will stop at nothing to make sure her best friend gets her happily ever after. Nothing. Not even Alena’s lack of interest, or Oliver’s weird tendency to ask Felicity out on fake dates. The plan is perfect, the execution flawless... except for one small detail: it’s not Alena who’s starting to fall for the guy... https://archiveofourown.org/works/18550876/chapters/43969807

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Mothers Know Best mulit-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

// @emmaamelia95 // @mel-loves-all // @oliverfel4 // @green-arrows-of-karamel // @coal000 // @miriam1779 // @memcjo// @captainolicitysbedroom // @tdgal1 // @spaztronautwriter // @lalawo1// @quiveringbunny // @wrongshipper // @thebookjumper // @vaelisamaza // @myhauntedblacksoul // @lovelycssefan // @laurabelle2930 // @laxit21 //

#FabulousOlicityFanficFriday #olicity fanfiction #fic recs

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Love and loyalty personified

By Rito P. Asilo [May 3, 2019] Photo: Screenshot from Game Revealed S08E01

Article excerpt:

[...] For viewers of the series who can’t wait to hear what Iain Glen has to say about the tragic fate of his character Ser Jorah Mormont, you’ll be glad to hear that the 57-year-old Scottish actor playing the disgraced former Lord of Bear Island who has sworn fealty to Daenerys Targaryen (Emilia Clarke) is just as fond of Emilia as Jorah was of Dany. “When I read [the script for Episode 3], I thought, ‘Yes, of course! Protecting Daenerys felt right,” Iain said in the “Act of Love” behind-the-scenes video released by HBO early this week. “I didn’t see it coming. The show gave Jorah a fitting conclusion. He did his best for the one he loves.” In one of the episode’s most poignant scenes, we saw how Jorah’s ultimate sacrifice hasn’t come unnoticed by the grief-stricken Dany, who sobbed unabashedly as Drogon, one of her baby dragons, tried to comfort her. In the cruel world they inhabit, Jorah is love and loyalty personified. In the same video, Emilia enthused, “In the second-half of the battle, you strip away the sheen that she often puts on—and you’re literally looking at the bare-bones of what she’s always been, as a person. [Giving his everything] into protecting Daenerys is the most pure version of their relationship. When Dany holds Jorah in her arms for the first time, she finally sees what she has closed her eyes to this whole time. She’s seeing it, but it’s too late.” [...] When we met Iain for this exclusive interview in London, his fondness for Daenerys’ alter ego was just as palpable—and touching. Asked which character he was emotionally invested in, Iain quickly singled out Daenerys: “I’d say Daenerys—and Emilia herself. I’m not just saying this because of the storyline, but also because Emilia is just the most lovely girl and a fantastic actress. I saw her through all this journey. She arrived on the set not realizing how massive a gig this was for her. She is amazing!” “Initially, Emilia was unsure of herself—and that was part of her gift … and part of what makes her special. She didn’t know how good she is. She doesn’t trust herself, but she can’t help being good, so it’s been confusing for the people around her. She’ll do a scene and say, ‘Oh, wasn’t that sh*t?’ And I’d say, ‘No, Emilia, that was really, really good!’ “She was very young when she started, and I think she had struggled for work before that—I hope she doesn’t mind me saying this. So, the two of us working very closely together and being able to hold each other’s hand through all of that was lovely. I know we’ll be friends for life, and I’ll always keep an eye out for her and see what she’s up to.” While Emilia is on top of his list, Iain said that there are other things he’d miss about the show. He explained, “Much of how we created the characters had to do with our excellent costume and makeup team, who helped provide us with a strong outline of each character, through all that dirt and the bangles.” “But I will also surely miss Dany and Jorah’s very complex relationship. You have this man who was always in love with this beautiful princess, who wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings for her. There’s something about this bond that resonates with a lot of people. It’s going to leave a huge legacy, but it’s the doing it that we’ll all miss dearly after being in the show for many years.” “The character gets to you. I’ve been trying to undo that belt for so long, and before you know it, it’s already been a decade! That’s 10 years of our lives. You cherish the joy of seeing the show transform into this extraordinary global hit—and how much of a shared experience it is. And it’s cumulative—and it isn’t what acting always is.” “Through all that, showrunners Dan (DB Weiss) and David (Benioff) were the perfect leaders. That’s one of the lovely things about ‘Game of Thrones’—we all felt we were sharing the same success together. Which makes saying goodbye very sad—and funny. Because more than any other season, there were a lot of false endings. So, when I asked if I could shave my beard to play [a soldier] in the second World War for another project, I couldn’t, just in case I was needed for more takes (laughs).” Saying spoilers, whether deliberately or by accident, are a big thing these days. Despite the strict security measures put in place to avoid leaks, the actor said he had no problem getting access to the scripts. “We had a choice [to see the scripts],” he disclosed. “But it was wonderful that we all got to read it together. My first reaction to it was, ‘What a brilliant piece of writing!’” When he began acting in the series, did Iain think the show would become a huge hit? “I was in Bristol or Manchester when I first met Dan and David for this project,” he recalled. “Every time I’d go out for a role, I’d never tell anyone—I’m too control freaky for that (laughs). But I remember telling my wife that I really wanted this job. I said, ‘I have a funny feeling about this series.’” “The bottom line is, no one really knew how successful it’d get. The pilot season was solid, and we learned a great deal from it. Then, it just grew.” “There are a lot of reasons for ‘GoT’s’ success. But it took people a little more time to adjust to how much they liked the show, because there were big surprises they weren’t prepared to see—like watching the lead (Ned Stark, played by Sean Bean) getting beheaded, the political intrigue, the graphic depiction of violence, and all the twists in its story. It started well, and just gathered momentum.”

#iain glen #emilia clarke #emilia and iain #got cast #iain glen interview #emilia clarke interview #i need queue by my side

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absentauthor · 5 years

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Head cannon for Bucky taking care of the sick reader?

Okay, so this hc kind of had a life of it’s own for me bc I am often a sick bish who would love for someone as soft as Bucket Barnes to take care of me when I’ve got the sniffles.

Hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

- Okay, so your immune system sucks. - You're literally always sick in some way or another. - It could be a cold, a migraine, full-on flu.- At first, Bucky didn't know what to do about it.- You weren't together yet, he just had a major crush on you. - A major crush that had him looking at you like you were invincible, like nothing in this world could bring you down. - Until flu season hits.- And he kind of forgets that you're not enhanced or a super soldier and the whole 'my immune system is trash no matter how much orange juice I drink' thing. - He just walks in the kitchen the first morning that you're sick (this time) and loses his mind. - Your hair is a mess, your cute lil' nose is all red, your cheeks are puffy and you're sneezing up a storm.- You're bundled up in sweats, a blanket almost fully wrapped around you, fuzzy socks all disshelved. - It's freaky. . .but you know, also kind of cute. - "Doll, you okay?"- You glare at him and he almost pisses himself trying not to laugh. - "No, Bucky. I'm dying here and we are out of NyQuil and soup and TONY cancelled my Lifetime Movie Club subscription!"- You like NyQuil, chicken soup, and watching crappy Lifetime movies when you're sick. It's a routine by now. - Apparently, you were in the kitchen trying to reconcile your lack of soup, but it's not really working out.- Sickness wasn't your best state. - In your words, you were dying. - Okay, maybe it wasn't that serious.- Even if you were convinced that your stuffy nose and sore throat could eventually cut off your air supply, you would probably be fine in a couple of days if you took your gross tasting meds and rested. - But you had no meds.- So death was obviously inevitable. - Basically, you're being stubborn, and sniffly, and Bucky just takes charge.- "Oh, no. You're not dying on my watch. Let's go, Doll."- "But I want soup! Bucky!"- He offers his sick day services. - Making you soup, fixing your Lifetime subscription, buying you NyQuil. - You assure him he doesn't have to, that you could ride it out on your own, but he insists. - Because he's a total sucker for you. - A goner, really.

- So, he goes out. - Buys you NyQuil, tea, and the fancy Vicks tissues (bc he knows wassup and that Vicks is the cure to all ailments)- Buys you soup from that place you like (Lord knows any attempt he would make at soup would end up downright unholy)- And if the waiter asks if "someone's sick or something" bc who buys this much soup?- "M'girl is sick at home. She's downright miserable and I just wanna make her smile."- Bc he's hopeless and it's almost true and who's gonna know he's a pining jackass?- Definitely not you once you get a hold of that NyQuil.- But your cute little stuffy thank you after seeing all the little sick day gifts and obvious appreciation for the gestures are more than enough. - And when you wake up after a NyQuil-knockout sleep, in the middle of the evening, Bucky brings you some soup and even grabs a bowl for himself. - He tells himself he shouldn't bother you, but he sits by your bedside and eats with you.- You don't mind at all.- You're extremely grateful for everything he does for you that day. - It definitely doesn't help your crush on him.- But you decide not to think about it and simply enjoy all the attention and care he's showing you. - You two sit and watch all the wonderfully bad movies Lifetime has to offer. - "Is that that...Kardashian woman?"- "Yeah. She's the token celebrity cameo in this one."- "Her voice makes me want to claw my eardrums out."- "Ditto."- Bucky made sure to get those back for you.- Bc he begged Tony to renew the channel and Tony Stark is well aware of Bucky's ultimate weakness: you. - And he gets the same way when Pepper's sick, so he appreciates the common ground he shares with the former Winter Soldier. - Bucky is the one that gives you your medicine, makes sure you're warm and that you drink water or tea. - Which he can make without burning it or it tasting awful. - He even adds honey. . .bc total softie.

- When he sits a little close to you, you sleepily warn him not to get too close.- He's hurt at first; did he do something wrong?- "Don't wanna get you sick."- He wants to explain that he can't get sick, the serum works wonders. And he does. But he doesn't continue to move closer to you. - For his own sanity. - "I like you too much," You mumble a little while later, still very much half-asleep. - And his sanity was a distant memory. - You couldn't have meant that.- It had to be the cough medicine getting to you, right? - He didn't care. He sat beside you anyway. - And his heart skips a beat when you drowsily lay your head on his shoulder. - "You tired?"- "Just checking my eyelids for holes."- Yup, he's a goner.

- And that's how Steve finds the two of you.- Cuddled up on the couch, asleep, with you bundled up and surrounded by a pile of tissues, feet tucked beneath Bucky's leg to keep warm. - And he looks away when Sam pulls out his phone to take blackmail pictures.- That way he can say he never saw Sam take any pictures and not have it be a lie.

- The day after is pretty much the same. - You're sick, Bucky makes sure you have everything you need and you two cuddle and watch movies.- Completely clueless that you're in love. - When you're better, Bucky doesn't know how to spend the same amount of time with you without his feelings becoming obvious.- You being sick gave him an excuse to be as clingy and lovey as he wanted to be without it being entirely obvious that he's totally gone for you. - But it's not as big a problem as he builds up in his head.- Because once you're better, you go for broke. - You find him in the hall after his training session a couple days after you're sure you're 100% better.- (And have talked yourself into telling Bucky how you feel).- You promptly thank him for taking such good care of you and punctuate the admission with a soft peck to his lips. - A warm spark that Bucky definitely wasn't expecting but could 100% get used to. - And the rest is history. - Once you're together and sickness inevitably befalls you, nothing really changes.- Bucky is still a huge softie when it comes to sick you.- The only difference is that he cuddles you pretty much all day.- Any time he's not out restocking sick day supplies, he's your human heating pad. - Cuddles and Lifetime movies. - Who knew being sick could be you living your best life?- And you fake-protest, you still don't want him to get sick, even though you know better now.- But he's a big super soldier teddy bear with a kick-ass immune system who will cuddle his smol sick girlfriend until she's well again.- Cuz you're his girl.- For real this time.

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So Destiel. Canon probably. They're not together yet, mutual pining and self loathing abound. They're in a fight over, i dunno, Cas leaving again or Dean being reckless on a hunt..whatever your preference. Full on screaming at each other while Sam watches, until Dean gives some B.S. excuse for something then clams up & Cas growls in frustration... "being in love with you is so EXHAUSTING!" And that's how the love confessions comes out. Sam quickly exits the room and Dean and Cas have "the talk"

I love how my McKirk fic from my writing blog inspired this one :D this line in particular, right?

“But dammit, loving Jim wasexhausting.”

Anyway, sorry this took so long – asI said, I was out and about today and when I got home my brain just wouldn’tkickstart into doing anything but staring at my computer. For some reason.

So, this is 1615 words –it’s not exactly how you wanted, I think,but I hope you like it.

Also, yes, I guess I’m a LITTLE evil... for putting that read more where I did :D

Everything was as usual. Dean parked the Impala in thebunkers garage and everyone spilled out in a slower than usual fashion, one ortwo groans marking their movements as they heaved their tired bodies out of thepositions they’d been locked into for the last who knew how many hours. (Sam couldeasily figure it out, but what was the point? It was too damn long.)

“First dibs on the shower!” Dean shouted, tossing his keysat Sam, trusting him to get the bags.

Sam rolled his eyes and unlocked the trunk of the car to do justthat even as Dean disappeared around the corner. Sam caught sight of Cas,looking a little more disgruntled and disheveled than usual, frowning afterDean.

Sam sighed. “Everything okay, Cas?”

“I just wish Dean didn’t take things in such a cavaliermanner.”

Sam winced. It had been a tough case and Dean had rushed in asusual and gotten cornered. He’d been lucky not to be severely injured. No, thathad been last week, and Cas had struggled with his withering Grace to heal him.

Sam was with Cas on this one. He also wished that Dean wouldtake it a little easier. They weren’t as young as they used to be, and it wasstarting to show.

Maybe if what they were going up against were plain oldhumans, it’d be one thing, but the things they went toe to toe with on aregular basis had always been a little (or a lot) stronger and faster than theywere and age was taking its toll.

Sam watched as Cas disappeared through the door, taking thesame turn as Dean did. He looked down and realized both of them had stuck himwith all the bags.

The angel he understood. It wasn’t as if any of these bags werehis, so it was probably the last thing he was thinking about, especially as preoccupiedwith Dean as he was. But Dean…

“Dammit, Dean,” Sam muttered, even though his brother couldn’thear him. He shouldered his laptop bag and grabbed a duffel with each hand andfollowed after.

He’d only gotten halfway down the hall when he heard raised voices.Not knowing what was wrong – had the bunker been broken into again? How manytimes would this make? Amara, Lucifer, the British men of letters on multipleoccasions and those Frankenstein guys too – Sam promptly dropped the duffels,the laptop bag falling on top with a gentle thump.

Gun drawn, Sam followed the voices, swung around the corner,his heart pounding in his ears –

To find Dean and Cas squared off in the middle of thehallway, Dean only half clothed, and completely blocking Sam’s way if he wanedto get to his own room.

He blinked at the scene before him.

Normally, if Cas was mad at Dean, he gave him the silent treatment.Wonder where he got that from, Sam nearly snorted. And Dean, sure, he neverhesitated to raise his voice but it was never quite like this.

“- stop throwing yourself into danger, Dean!”

“It’s literally my job, Cas!” Dean shouted back. “Not gonnastop because you told me to! I ain’t a shrinking violet, y’know! I may not be abad ass angel of the lord, but I do some good in this world! I’m making adifference!”

Sam winced. He didn’t know if Cas could hear it or not, butthe tone of Dean’s voice almost had a pleading quality to it. A desperation andneed to be… not heard, maybe, but to have someone acknowledge that he was making a difference. Maybe forsomeone to assure him that he was?

“You can still do your ‘job’ and exercise a bit more cautionand restraint in what you do. You’re not going to make much difference if you’relying dead on the ground!”

Dean leaned forward and nearly stabbed Cas’s chest with hisfinger. “Hunters don’t always have the luxury of waiting if they want to getthe upper hand. If that means I need to take a few risks, then I’m damn wellgonna do it. Besides, I know you got my back.”

Leaning back, Dean tossed a smirk smug over at Cas, crossinghis arms over his naked chest.

Cas’s eyes flashed, and before Sam could even register hewas moving, Cas had slammed both his hands against the wall on either side ofDean, pinning him there. Dean’s face faltered, and emotions flitted over him sofast that even Sam, as used to Dean’s moods as he was, couldn’t identify them.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was gruff, but uncertain.

“Dammit, Dean,” Cas growled, frustration clear. “Being inlove with you is exhausting!”

He should leave. This was about as personal as it got…

As quietly as possible – they still hadn’t noticed him, butthat wasn’t unusual for them either – he started to slowly back away.

“I… what?” Dean gasped out. Sam nearly gasped as well. He’dknown. Of course he’d known. Thefuckers may be oblivious to their mutual pining, but Sam was trapped right inthe goddamn middle of it. He couldn’t escape it if he wanted to (and oh did hewant to!).

But to finally hear one of them admit it?

Maybe the world had ended.

Cas reeled back, realization and horror dawning on his face.He shoved away from the wall, away from Dean and looked away. “I-I’m sorry. Inever meant to say. I know you don’t feel the same way back. But…” he turned toface Dean again. “My Grace isn’t as strong as it once was and I don’t know howmuch longer I can keep putting you back together. I don’t think I can take it…if something happens to you – “

Dean stared openmouthed as Cas choked on his words, fumblingto a halt. He looked away from Dean again – thankfully, not in Sam’s direction.He was almost outta there. Just a few more steps – and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’llleave.”

He started to back away but a growl from Dean made Samfreeze and Cas’s head shoot back over in surprise.

“Why the hell do you keep leaving me?” Dean’s voice was rough and now he was advancing on Cas,the angel backing up till it was himpinned against the wall. And if that wasn’t one of the weirdest things he’dever seen. Cas could crush Dean like a bug and yet… “Maybe I letmyself get hurt, because then you’d have to stick around. Huh? Ever think ofthat?”

“I… I don’t understand,” Cas said finally.

Just say it youdumbass, Sam mentally shouted. He eased a foot back, then another.

“What did you think Imeant every time I said I needed you?” Dean’s voice dropped to a whisper, but theacoustics of the hall still made every word crystal clear.

Oh god, did that mean they could still hear every step Sammade? He froze and inspected the tableau before him. No, the two of them weretoo involved in each other to make note of anything else around him. Sam closeshis eyes and sighed in relief.

Now if he could only get the courage to start moving again.

“For my… my mojo, of course,” Castiel said hesitantly. Thefact that he believed every word he said made Sam’s heart break. “To use my angelicgifts to help you and Sam – “

“No, you idiot – those are just the perks. I wouldn’tfucking care if you had no mojo atall. Hell, me and Sam ain’t got any, and we do just fine,” Dean argued. Herethought the last sentence. “Well, usually, anyway. No, Cas. I need you. For you. Not for your angel mojo, or your gazillion years of knowledge.I need you, for your obsession overbees – “

“That was one time, Dean…” Cas made a weak protest and Samalmost choked holding in his laughter. He well remembered the wild look in Dean’seyes when he mentioned the incident with a naked Cas showing up to talk – withbees crawling all over him.

“ – and your lack of pop culture knowledge despite Metatron’sfreaky downloading thing. I need you for your sass, your absolutely gorgeouseyes, your… your insane optimism, your weird naivety, your fucking brilliantmind… just… all of you. The parts ofyou that have nothing to do with what you are but who you are. And I… I fucking love you, Cas, okay?”

Dean was breathing hard at the end of his speech. Cas wasstaring at him with wide, hopeful eyes and Sam wanted to shout to the sky butdaren’t even breath.

One more step…

One more step and he’d be outta their hair.

Then Sam was gonna go right outside the bunker and shout “Fucking finally!” as loud as he couldto the sky and get it out of his system so he didn’t spill the beans to thefirst person who called. Sam should probably let Dean decide if and when hewanted to tell anybody else.

There was a time for fucking around with his brother, andthis was not one of those times.

The last thing Sam saw before he finally made it to safety,was Dean leaning forward slowly, eyes closing, while Cas’s arms slid up andaround Dean’s neck. Their lips touched, pulled away and met again in a series ofsoft and gentle kisses.

Sam smiled at their sappiness. They probably still had more airclearing to do, but this… this should get them started on the right path.

Finally, someone he loved was getting something theydeserved.

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