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(Valentina's POV)
Harvestfest was a wonderful time full of refreshment and family, but it’s also great to be back home and back in the swing of things. We were surprised one day with a light dusting of snow one morning, it didn’t stick but it was a great sign that the seasons are soon to change and that winter will be here before we know it! Recently at church our pastor preached a message on never wavering in our faith despite the changing seasons, and how timely his message was. There’s so much change happening all the time, yet we shouldn’t get caught up in our lives that we forget our God and his goodness to us! My uncle Allan preached the message on Harvest Sunday, and it was wonderful having almost all of our family in our grandfather’s church. The message that weekend was also apt and spoke about building a Godly legacy that will follow on even when we’re no longer on the earth. My grandparents made sure to live in a Godly manner and raise their children as such, and it was a good reminder to us grandkids that now that we’re having children we need to have the same fervour for the Lord and prioritize raising Godly children!
The kids have been excited to start school again, Aria is 8 turning 9 next year with Ansel turning 8 in the new year - so they’re only a grade apart with her starting 3rd and him starting 2nd. We use loads of different curriculums depending on how they teach different subjects, including the one that I used growing up, so I feel confident that I know the subject content inside and out since I was taught it and reviewed it. They both get right into homework after breakfast so they can be done and head outside to go play, we do quiet time with the younger kids if they’re up so that the mornings aren’t as hectic as they can get.
Since they're close in age, they're on the same level of piano and violin lessons. At home they have their own violins, but for piano they travel to a piano teacher's home for their lessons twice a week. We're in the process of looking at electric pianos so that we can get one for them to practice on. Music has always been important to me, growing up my parents showed us that music was an incredible way to worship the Lord, even the Bible says so. Having the kids play music that honours God will help them to redirect their thoughts to Him and keep worship of him in their hearts and minds, the hymns I was taught as a little girl still play in my head daily and I would love the same for them. Eric works from home so he's usually witness to their music lessons, thankfully for all of us the kids have been improving in their skills so the music is nicer to listen to - but regardless of how it sounds we always make sure to cheer them on.
Aria loves to keep the little kids occupied when I need a few minutes to recharge, she loves helping them with their learning cubes and getting them to say their letters, numbers, and colours. When we do family devotions we all pick our word of the month, and Aria (after learning the definition) chose patience and her word of the month. She says that having younger siblings is a way the the Lord teaches you patience, and I have to agree with her! She only ever engages with them for around 15 minutes as a toddlers attention span is only so long, but she says that those 15 minutes are enough for her in the moment 😂.
Eric has been teaching the kids how to ride a bike, he takes each kid out on their own so they can move at their own pace. Ansel is slightly more apprehensive than Aria, to our surprise, you'd think that the little boy would be all gung-ho about bike riding, but in this case it's Aria who has more confidence! Eric says she's be zipping around in no time!
My sister Sabrina came to stay with us too, Tucker was out of town on farm business with his parents so Sabrina and little Campbell came to see us. She's in her second trimester now and will have a gender reveal with the family at Celeste's wedding to reveal what this newest blessing will be! While she was over we looked at baby names, they won't reveal the name until the baby is born but at least we got her down to a shortlist of names. I'm out of my pregnancy/labour & delivery season of life, and I've enjoyed getting to pour into those around me who are just entering motherhood - especially my younger sisters and sisters-in-law. The Lord having Sabrina live close to me feels like a blessing in that I get to be here for my sister, along with the fact that we have each other for support. We're headed to Britechester in a few weeks for her final dress fitting, she wants all the sisters there for her final fitting as she's only had one or two of us there at a time for her earlier fittings. She's asked Macie and I to be her maid and matron of honour, so we're in the process of arranging schedules for a nice bachelorette weekend for her. She wants something small with her loved ones, so we're aiming at renting a cabin and heading up the mountains for some fun in the snow to take advantage of the winter weather.
Zach was also with us after Harvestfest, he stayed for a bit to spend some time with Kelsey. It's heartwarming seeing my younger siblings meet their person and work to build the firm foundations needed for a Godly relationship. Kelsey is such a wonderful girl and makes Zach so happy, hopefully there's news of an engagement soon!
#fundie sims#fundiesims#quiverfull sims#quiver full sims#collins family#sims 4 legacy#collins legacy#modest sims#homeschool sims#gen 3#eric and valentina#zachary and kelsey#gen 4#post#theres actually so much chaos with 4 toddlers in the house its such a job keeping them alive#with my fundie toddlers they always get their movement skill to the highest level the fastest cause they have to walk everywhere#if someone starts to carry them then their needs are never solved as fast#sabrinas belly isnt that large#the pandasama mod means i have to hussle through an event for them to figure out the gender but i'm completely fine with that cause its nic#the bike scene was meant to have them both but only one child can be taught at a time so i went with the 'ansel is scared' plot instead#the initial messaging when she waxes on about the seasons was me reaching deep into my brain for sermons ive heard many a time#i also made use of the many baptist sermons ive watched as a means research#watching a fundies wedding for research means ive done atleast a week and a half of services in one go
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You Love Bread!
Chapter 8
Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader
Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...
Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation
author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅
Word count: 2121
Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again.
It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet.
“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.
“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.
“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”
The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest.
Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness.
Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak.
You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.
“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you.
“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”
“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food.
“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”
“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”
Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare.
“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie.
Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off.
“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”
“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.
“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.
“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”
You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now.
“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.
“You love bread,” Fili agrees.
You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?
“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you.
They all hurry off towards camp without protest.
Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others.
Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence.
He still says nothing.
Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own.
That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.
He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.
He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him.
His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.
You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw.
“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting.
You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever.
The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.
Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips.
“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper.
The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion.
“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.
His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.
“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”
You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability.
But he doesn’t.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers.
You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”
“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”
“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”
He blinks at you in surprise.
“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”
“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.
“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”
“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.
“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-”
You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose.
“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”
“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”
His grip on your wrists tightens.
“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss.
You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…
You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.
You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough.
He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down.
You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead.
You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it.
“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain.
“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.
You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth.
You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.
Bread!
“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?”
You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.
His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.
“Good girl,” he growls
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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 11)
Platonic Whitebeard Crew & Reader-Insert
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Warnings: Yandere behavior (somehow I think I managed to loop Teach into it now too, so congrats, you've charmed a bastard man). If you find yandere content uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any relevant variations to 'one piece yandere'.
Do not tolerate this behavior in real life.
Stay safe and have fun!
If my mental math is correct, I should finish this in 4~ish more chapters. So we're nearing the end!
Also, surprisingly sympathetic take on Teach's backstory, didn't know I had it in me. This is assuming the fan theory that he's from a winter island and was with Whitebeard since he was young, btw.
Word Count: 2,099
Teach grinned as his new crew set the sails to leave the small island he’d recruited them from. Dawn was just breaking and he wanted to make good time—just in case he already had tails from his old crew. He wasn’t entirely sure how much of a head start he had given the rush he was in to ensure Thatch didn’t eat the fruit. Decades looking for it and he nearly lost his chance again.
He adjusted your limp body under his arm for a moment, enjoying the palpable feeling of his power increasing from the contact. The shadows seemed to writhe hungrily at his senses, eagerly awaiting his command in a way they simply didn’t without you. You… well, you were a bit of last minute surprise as well. Sure, in theory, he could just take your fruit but he wasn’t confident it would work the same way. And he couldn’t risk wasting it if it didn’t. Besides, you’re the perfect bait.
He has the power. He has the plan. Now he just needs the reputation to become the Pirate King. And what better way than taking down his old crew one at a time? Sowing chaos to fracture them until Oyaji is too weak to stand against him and properly claim rise to his lofty goals as ‘Blackbeard’. Killing Thatch would certainly get someone on his ass, though he was torn between commanders as to who it could be. Izo was sore enough about losing old friends, and Marco may feel responsible as first mate. But Ace—well, he was a spitfire at the best of times and his old commander to boot.
Taking you was sort of like kicking the hornet’s nest. While also becoming even more powerful in a single move. How could he not do it?
The minor issue of ensuring you never have a chance of squirming away was easily solved with a bit of chain. It’s not like you were particularly strong, though you were smart enough to not do anything too risky—which he appreciated really. Though he’d prefer you sticking around willingly if only to not have to carry you every time you fell asleep.
Teach chuckled a little to himself as he returned to his newly minted quarters. You were wearing down pretty fast the longer he was ‘on the run’. No real chance to properly rest or recuperate from what must be a stressful situation—for you at least. If he neglected to feed you every now and then it only helped ensure you were weaker than before. Who knows, he might not even need the chain if this kept up.
Teach set you down on the sparse bed, unhooking his end of the chain to secure it to the latch on the wall. It wasn’t like he was going to use the bed himself. He paused a moment to watch as you curled up against the wall, completely dead to the world.
Heh. Cute.
He didn’t get why Oyaji recruited the way he did. Pretending to be a big family when they were actually just a band of pirates taking what they wanted. Too soft for a man with the strength to do anything he desired. Too many vulnerabilities. But every so often he thought he understood it… a little. Late night parties with lighthearted competition. Long running arguments about inane subject that both parties are a little too invested in to be serious.
Teach reached down and removed your glasses, examining the cracked lens. Bending it in the light to watch it refract as he considered your position. His prisoner and, technically, first mate. Though he wouldn’t be having you fight—not that he’d trust you to fight for him right now. He had the absolute upper hand over you. Chose to stay his hand. Because you had use to him.
He heard you shudder a little and paused, setting the thick glasses down. You were cold—weak body sensitive to the relative chill in the room. Unbidden, he remembered long, cold nights on his home island in the snow. Powerless and unsure if he’d survive to see daylight again.
Until Oyaji found him. A small, frail part of his chest ached at the memory. The sheer relief that he was safe now. His next meal guaranteed at no cost. No more cold, lonely nights. Even now, he calls him that. Oyaji. Despite fully planning to kill him. The idea didn’t conflict in his head. It was simply the way of things. Old replaced by the new. What higher respect could he pay his father-figure than personally ensuring his demise to further his own prospects? To step out of the shadows and get rid of one of the few people alive that can remember the sad, pathetic child in the snow?
Perhaps this strange sense of sentiment was his own, personal weakness. Crafted by a man too weak of heart to truly conquer the seas.
Teach shrugged off his coat, laying it over you gently. Chuckling when you stopped trembling.
He was a pirate. He could indulge in whatever vice he wanted… though perhaps cautiously. It wouldn’t do to deride Oyaji for something he, himself, was guilty of in excess.
He didn’t get why Marco took you. Why Oyaji agreed to take you in. Well, aside from your devil fruit. But the soft glove approach smacked of weakness given your surprisingly stubborn refusal.
But the slow, rolling satisfaction that settled in his chest knowing that he made sure you weren’t cold… he thought he could understand Oyaji a little better now. Why he kept picking up strays everywhere he went so indulgently in the same way he’d sneak sips of good booze when the nurses weren’t looking.
It was a strange, frail sort of pride to partake in. Pride at providing. But Teach learned at Oyaji’s knee to take enjoyment from the little things in life.
Besides, it wasn’t like you could sell him out or take advantage of what scraps he gave you. As long as you behaved, he supposed there was no problem in these small gestures of kindness. So long as you never forgot your place, that is.
--*--
Luffy laughed, loudly and with glee as his older brother teased his crew. He was so proud of the people he’d recruited so far and wanted Ace to see what he did. Those bright, beautiful sparks that drew Luffy like a moth to flame. The spark that Ace himself had since they were children that only grew since they parted. Ace was still hurt, a little broken inside, but it had healed since they last met.
“Why are you here, anyhow?” Nami asked, “I thought Whitebeard mostly stuck to the New World?” Ever inquisitive, Luffy’s smile widened at how clever his navigator was. Ace scowled, tipping his head towards the man he brought with him.
Pineapple. Well, Ace called him ‘Marco’ but obviously Pineapple was better. Tall and blond with bright blue eyes—achingly reminding him of Sabo but different enough that Luffy could barely see the ghost of his other brother.
“We’re tracking down a traitor. He tried to kill one of our own and kidnapped another.” Pineapple scowled with dark eyes. Luffy’s crew was shocked—giving Luffy the impression that this was an even bigger deal than he first thought.
“A nakama-killer? Who?” Ussop asked breathlessly, “What kind of monster would make it out from a Yonko ship after that?!”
“Teach.” Ace hissed in a way that reminded Luffy of the few times he said Bluejam or Celestial Dragon. Fire flickering between his teeth. “He goes by ‘Blackbeard’ now. Promise me if you run into him you won’t fight him, Lu. He nearly killed Thatch. You’re not strong enough to fight him yet.”
Luffy made a noise of surprise, both at Ace’s words and the name.
“Hey, didn’t we already run into him?” Zoro asked, glancing at Luffy for confirmation. Luffy remembered the weird pirate well. Poor taste in food and rude as hell.
“Yeah, we did actually. Weird guy with a weird laugh. With the tired four-eyes.” The two looked at Luffy sharply. “I almost got in a fight with him but he weirded me out.”
“Tired four eyes?” Ace asked with a pissed off expression. Luffy felt a small twinge of guilt for not helping the stranger at the time, but something inside him whispered ‘not yet’.
“Yeah. They were connected with a chain. Thought he had a slave or something but Nami said it wasn’t quite right.” Luffy explained. Nami nodded, tensing slightly as the two looked at her for more answers.
“Well, usually slaves just have the collar. And he didn’t make any demands or order them around. They just had to… follow him. He even yanked them by accident and apologized. Most slave owners don’t bother with that.” Nami huffed.
Luffy pouted. They looked promising. He even felt… weird when they were around. Like he was stronger somehow. His heart like a steel drum in his chest. Like he felt when he was around his nakama. But they lacked a… spark. Like they lost it and Luffy didn’t know how to give it back. Almost tried anyway but his crew stopped him.
He hoped that next time they found that spark again. He’d love to have them on his crew.
Ace nodded.
“We’re getting close, at least. Hopefully we’ll catch up to them soon. Who knows, we might be able to introduce you guys properly!” Ace grinned, the edges a little sharp like he was suggesting dine-in-dashing when they were kids and hunting crocodiles was too much of a hassle. Luffy grinned.
“I wanna meet them again! Hey! Hey! Ace, do you think they’d join my crew?” Luffy cackled when Pineapple and Ace jolted at the question. Ace narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue with a thin smile.
“Oi! Don’t go stealing from my crew, you little shit!” Ace hooked his arm around Luffy’s neck stretching it out as he gave Luffy a noogie through his hat.
Luffy squirmed, crying out at the unfairness.
“Ack! Aaaaccee~! They look cool. Though really tired! I promise to take good care of them! Ace!” Luffy complained. Arms failing uselessly as Ace kept him pinned in place. “Ace!”
Luffy’s crew watched with wide eyes as Pineapple smirked from his spot against the wall.
Okay, that felt a little like Sabo.
--*--
You looked out at the growing island, Banaro, chain wrapped around your waist so it wouldn’t drag across the deck. You knew that Teach would come over shortly to reattach it to his bracelet. For the past couple of months, he’d given you relative freedom while at sea and restricting your movement once they got close enough to an island. For the most part, you’d been avoiding the crew, which Teach encouraged.
Probably to make sure you didn’t get any outside help, not that you felt confident you would have received any if you’d asked.
The closest chances to escape you’ve noticed was the revolutionary early into your capture with Teach and Straw Hat—surprisingly. Not that you think Teach knew that.
Though the occasional spotting of a sea king was also promising, Teach had them firmly sail in whatever direction was away from potential pods. Kill joy.
Anyway, it wasn’t that Straw Hat was stronger than Teach, he was definitely a bit too green to manage it given Teach’s decades at sea.
But… that devil fruit of his.
It called out to you. Boundless as the horizon. A drumbeat that vibrated your soul. A call to… something. Something just out of your reach. And you had the sense that if you had only known what that ‘something’ was, Straw Hat would have thrown hands the minute he saw you.
The pirate seemingly breathing in sync with his fruit, only held back by how weak he was currently. Which was a strange thing to sense. Usually fruits were just not utilized well. They didn’t typically hold such obvious power that the user simply was unable to access it at that time.
It felt elastic. Snappy and twisting in a way that you found delightful. Made you want to laugh without even hearing what he was saying.
You smiled a little. Strangely optimistic for the first time in a long time.
Pirate King, huh?
… Somehow, you felt as though Straw Hat Luffy would shake the world. And despite being a ex-marine, you looked forward to it.
Hopefully, you’d be in a position to see it for yourself.
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A penny for your thoughts on Gale x all other companions ships!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the ask Anon! I'll even give them away for free! :D
Okay, so all of them... in no particular order and with very mild spoilers:
Gale x Lae'zel 💜
Oooh, l like the idea! I often talk about Gale being patient, but for this one to work I think it's Lae'zel who would need much of it. They have a super fast and solid friendship foundation (much to my surprise, but I absolutely love it!), but they also have some extremely different views on physicality so Lae'zel would need to maintain her interest beyond that for it to work. I see it as a solid relationship, lots of eye-rolling and shared curiosity - acting like an old married couple from the get-go.
Gale x Shadowheart 💜
I kind of see it? But two things need to happen for it to work for me. Gale would need to tone that curiosity down, because Shadowheart starts off as a very private person, so him poking and prodding about both her and/or that mysterious artifact she's carrying would only raise her hackles. And as for Shadowheart - she needs to drop Shar down the drain. I don't see a place in her heart for anyone while still being a worshiper, and Gale is also too much of a man of faith to get involved with a cleric of Shar. Otherwise I see them as a super sweet couple, spending their life quietly, never far from each other, always walking hand in hand.
Gale x Astarion 💜💔
I can't be normal about them and it's all @malewife-mansplain-magus's fault 😭Do I see it working? Yes! Do both of them need to put a lot of work into it? Of course. There is no easy start for that relationship I can think of. Astarion will always be a brat at the very beginning, but I believe Gale would quickly catch on his posturing and wait it out. And in the end both of them want the same thing, even if they don't know it at first. And I'm willing to die on this hill. Do I also believe they could work as a "bad" couple? Both at their absolute worst? Yes, in a very toxic, irredeemable way. For some time.
Gale x Wyll 💜
Sweetness overload from the beginning to the very end. No problematic behavior here, just respect, love and devotion. I'm still thinking about @galedekarios's gifset, it lives absolutely rent-free in my head and I swear it's the stuff dreams are made of. I see it working no matter the decision Wyll makes when it comes to his pact, Gale will be there and make use of that mind of his to come up with solutions, and Wyll will be their defender till his dying breath. Classic Disney experience.
Gale x Karlach 💜💔
Ah, the "I got a thing growing in my chest and it's not my heart" duo! I can't come up with a reason this wouldn't work. Those two are shaped to fit with literally anyone willing to give them a chance. This would be the adorable instance of the lovable and quirky extrovert adopting the quiet and dorky introvert. It's hard to imagine Karlach's enthusiasm not infecting Gale in the most positive ways, that is exactly what he needs, and I'll be damned if Gale wouldn't fight for her, to convince her to give him time to take care of her problem, like they found a way to solve his. Potential for heartbreak though? Over 9000 😭
Gale x Halsin 💔
That's...tough. On the outside one would think they are a perfect match, both are kind, reserved, willing to go out of their comfort zones to help others. And at first I think that would work. Halsin would genuinely care for Gale, but seeing how Halsin's romance pans out… no, I don't think it would survive. Gale is in it for the long run, I don't see it working "long distance" so to speak, and Halsin obviously needs some space from time to time.
Gale x Jaheira 💔
Hm… truth be told I don't see Jaheira in the market for love anymore. I didn't see her back in BG2 and I don't see it now. For me, she is forever Khalid's soulmate and I can't see her giving her all to anyone else. I also don't think Gale would be interested in, again, being someone's second choice. Even though I know they are both capable of looking past it, I don't think they would be 100% happy.
Gale x Minsc 💛
I have never been more on the fence about a ship than here. It's a big yes and a big no. It would be an amazing thing, differences can bring people together and there are enough of them here to last a lifetime, but on the other hand… Minsc is not out here for romantic or physical aspects of love! He loves life, he loves kicking evil's butt! He loves Boo and he loves protecting the weak! He is here for all the platonic things life has to offer and I love it for him!
Gale x Minthara 💔
No, I don't see it happening the way the game goes. For Gale to meet Minthara he would need to go through betraying the people at the Grove, and we know what his reaction to that is. I don't see it going forward from being resentful towards her, and I don't see her possessing the patience to wait him out, she would have zero incentive to do it too. There is just not enough to build up that relationship in those circumstances.
Thank you again for the ask and please, if anyone wants to talk about anything BG3 related, feel free! As much as I found I love talking about it, I want to hear all your thoughts as well!
#there is nothing that I love talking about more than love!#lae'zel#shadowheart#astarion#wyll ravengard#karlach#halsin#jaheira#minsc#minthara#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers
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Got quite bugged by the lack of a more nuanced take on Astarion intelligence. This ended up quite long so I'm putting it under line
Won't get medical into the "less wrinkled brain" narrative comment, which can be offensive, I've seen some complain about it, I don’t have the medical expertise and it's not necessary because, while maybe not an excuse, it was used figuratively. Astarion is not the smartest person in the room but also not the dumbest, which makes sense and I'll get to that in a moment. I've seen the jokes though, and there is a big difference between being less wrinkled and having the brain as smooth as a chicken breast. I have not laughed.
About the stats, I think it reflects his current state but not the limits of his intellectual capacities. If anyone more knowledgeable in dnd inner workings can correct me in this, feel free to do so.
What I can say is that intelligence is the ability to solve complex problems, to learn and adapt and make better decisions, and there is nothing to suggest Astarion doesn't possess this ability, quite the contrary, he learns and adapts relatively fast when allowed to do so. The brain is like a muscle that needs to be trained, and unfortunately, he couldn't do that much in the last 200 years. Trauma also messes with the brain and many of its abilities. It can physically change the brain and the mechanisms used for learning and survival [x]. Not to dig into details as it's beside the point here but "trauma significantly impacts our ability to learn, to form memories, to regulate emotions, it can affect our ability to be calm, to learn, to think, to reflect and to respond flexibly and in a planned way" [x]. It should be no surprise that Astarion has difficulties in doing a number of these, if not all.
Before jumping at me like I'm trying to use the trauma in defense of his intelligence, I am not saying he was some brilliant mind before. He was probably a bit above average, with a privileged access to higher education. We can't know anything for sure because we were never given anything on the magistrate elf (not to assess intelligence anyway), but whatever his starting point was, it got affected under Cazador. We only have the current Astarion and some observations during our game travels.
So, while I don't think he was ever the brightest, he is far from being dumb. The lower intelligence stats in the game make perfect sense for someone like him, as he is now. He was killed as a young adult, he was controlled body and mind for 2 centuries, stuck following orders, and in survival mode. He didn't get, and wasn't allowed to think for himself, to grow, to learn, to develop his skills to their potential! Including thinking skills! Moreover, he was told and made to feel incapable, worthless. Cazador likes to remind that quite often. Of course he isn't adept at thinking things through, making complex plans, figure out things that would be more obvious to others, and so on... like when it comes to relationship experience, because he didn't had to think or do anything more complex than seduce someone for a night and carry them to Cazador, for a very very long time. The routine and ingrained mindset, the "chains" so strong, he kept doing them out of inertia for a while even after the tadpole-gained-freedom. It took him a while to even realize he can just stop doing it now, like slowly waking up and regaining senses, and control over his body. It's great writing there, sensitive, thoughtful, realistic writing. It would be quite weird if he knew any better, and that would have to reflect into higher stats. And I would like to point out that he learns and adjusts himself from now on with increasing pace, going hand in hand with recovery. (Going into how this affects Ascended Astarion who, I argue, rejects recovery, would be interesting but maybe another time).
On the other hand, the skills that helped him do what Cazador asked for, are very very honed. I still remember his lines, not being able to even put a name on another type of relationship "You are not a victim, not a target, not another night it's better to forget. But then...what in the world could you be?" (Might be paraphrasing a bit but the point stands). It's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do that, and it's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do many other things.
Basically, I am saying is that he was never the smartest, but he is not dumb, he was made a bit dumber/ kept for a long time, by trauma and circumstance, from getting smarter, kept from reaching whatever his potential was, and that if allowed to regain his freedom and recover, he still has the ability to reach whatever his potential is. Things we can witness him doing, gradually. And that his stats or the comments on his intelligence in the game reflect his current situation and not his limits.
#ivy shitpost#astarion#the game: he was not the smartests.#people online: omg he is the dumbest guy ever
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Yandere!Su headcanons!
𖥸 since when did they become yandere? Do they realized it?
When he saw you relying on somebody else
He absolutely doesnt understand why does his heart goes rage everytime you admitted you oftenly go to health care, met a doctor, and find yourself you enjoy being under the doctor's treatment, even though you're not sick, just a normal check up.
Or forget about doctor, just a person, that wiling to listen you talking other than him, he cant feel anything but a bit.. Mad? Jealous perhaps, he doesn't understand at first, he doesn't felt jealousy for the rest of his life before until now.
He doesn't get it, you have him, 24 hours open just for you, just to listen to you, to your problems, happiness, sadness, sickness, your health problems, mental problems, is he not enough?
He absolutely realized it
He's a literall doctor, and he's pretty much a person that knows about yandere, tsundere thingy, so he realize whats happening to him quite fast
At first he feels disgusted at his self, but as the time pass, he understand that he cant get rid of his mental problem until he get rid anything that disturb his mind. His mind about you.
There is not much different of him and him being yandere, especially in work, he doesn't seem to have even a slightest change about his personality, stay calm as usual, of course on the outside.
𖥸 How do they solve their jealousy problems?
At first
At the very beginning of his possessive and yandere era, he choose to calm himself, meditating somewhere, for a quite long time until you appears, brightening his day with your smile that dissaperas his worry.
After a few moments passed..
Still, no violence, he knows whats the best for this situation, he never wants to just kill anybody he jealous of, since he know that they're a precious person for you, he doesn't want you to be sad, not in the slightest.
So in the end, he just try to make you lost your trust on the person around you, excepts for someone Su's trust snd himself, he wants to make you realize slowly that you only need his presence, his helps, his company, his comfort, his touch, everything only by him. Look at him, being the most trustable and countable person you could ever see, look at his calm, shut eyes, isn't that enough to calm your feelings and make you let him run his fingers to you to comfort you?
𖥸 what parts of moment and parts of you that they likes the best? The one that they cherish the most?
Moments
When you admitted you trust, or even love him. no doubt, he calculated, he expected, he saw this future, and his saw this moment and of course, fully believed that this moment become true, in behind, he puts 100% effort to make this sweer, soft, warming scene to come true.
When you need his presence for comfort, everytime you do it, his heart beats faster, looking at you who got your cheeks in tears, and your body becomes heavy at the time pass and instantly hugs him, seeking for warmth, he absolutely want to stop the time, letting you be in his arms forever, cause he seems he cant get enough of it.
Your body parts
He loves you hands, look so vulnerable, looks so pure, the hands that bless his life with bright memories, he loves your hands who touch him and bring him to a fantasy romantic moments, he loves your hands who sometimes move alot, carrying things, shake when you have your anxiety, he absolutely love that hands, he can hold in any mood, when he's mad, unfocus, in love, calm, happy, sad, he loves to grab your hands.
He loves your eyes, sometimes shut when he hugs you, sometimes shine so brightly everytime he gives you gift and funny stories, that eyes who looks at him so happily everytime you got the chance to meet him, the eyes who release tears when you need comfort, its just... Beautiful.
𖥸 What would they do if they finds you doubt them? Or for a nonsense reason, you start to hate them?
He plays the waiting game
Oh c'mon, he absolutely able to play the waiting game, patience is one of his best skills, all he have to do is to run his day as usual, approach and help you at work, and as the time pass, he believes that he already gain your trust again
If you tell what makes you act so cold towards him, he definetly let it pass, and he will tell thousand words that reassure you that he's not problematic, he never did anything wrong to you, or to anybody else, of course talking is also his best of his skills.
𖥸 if you start to know that they're yandere, what would they do?
Admit it, be honest.
He doesn't want to lie to you, so when you say it, he agrees, he's obsessed, because he scared to lose you, you passed the surgery, yes, but the outside world is also dangerous, that surgery is only decreasing you chance to die, that doesn't mean that you'll be with him forever if he lose his guards on you
He admit it, he loves you so much thats why he scared, but he hides the fact in how much he would do just to make you safe, at this point of you guessing he's a yandere, he's already in a stage where he's ready to keep you in a locked places, hide from the dangerous and risky world. He just admit that he wants to protect you in a beautiful words that made you heart melts.
𖥸 if you get hurt, what would they react and do afterwards?
If he's there when you're hurt
Absolutely fear that he might lose you, what if the infection runs through your blood? What if there's a poison in the scar? He says sorry so many times after you get to be taken care by the medics, and promised that he'll try more and more careful about you, he promise that he'll try harder to protect you, in fact you will never be able to get a permission to go on a mission alone ever again.
If he doesnt there when you get hurt.
See? Thats why he's overprotective over you, this could be even worse than he could imagine, so when he saw your wound get bandaged, he grabs your hand and make a decision that you would never got to be able to get a high rank mission ever. Again. Otherwise he had to lock you up and he will claims that you need his treatment until you agrees with his decision.
#yandere honkai impact#yandere honkai#honkai impact#honkai x reader#honkai su#yandere su#yandere su honkai
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Have you thought about magical pocket pussy AU where someone enchants a pocket pussy to be connected to Tim's pussy? Next thing Tim knows, an invisible, ghost-like entity had started fucking Tim. It was Kon. Kon found the fleshlight on his bed one night and thought it was gag gift from one of the Titans. But a few days after using it, it disappears and goes to the next hero. And it goes on and on and on. And maybe Tim would've solved it sooner but the sex was so good, Tim can't think straight. Tim ends up pregnant in the end
THIS ASKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGICAL POCKETS PUSSY IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE this one fic in particular that does the trope so well it's jaytim + brutim called blood sugar sex magik
i HIGHLY recommend it its so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i love the idea that some magician or....magical thing that is behind it. maybe tim is on a mission and doesn't realize there's an underlying magical reason behind it and ends up breaking a 'seal' of some kind that attaches itself to him.
now this....thing doesn't have a conciousness not really. no moral compass either. it's just this lumpy thing of impulse and want and it knows it needs to be sold again, human again. maybe it tries possessing tim but...it can't. in a way tim is its...mama. tim freed it into the world and carried it around in his body completely undetected. it showed him his friends, his family, colleagues, amazing sights and experiences to the point it forget its original purpose in wanting to posses tim.
but it still needs a body. its not strong enough to control tim into doing it so it needs a proxy. a small object like a fleshlight takes up much less power than all of tim.
so that's what happens. a fleshlight ends up in the hands of tim's friends and family and fellow capes. not a single one of them questions it or thinks of it with any kind of suspicious double look. it's pink and soft and clean. it looks brand new like no one's ever touched it and they think it just be a joke, a prank, a jab at them to loosen up about something.
and....people underestimate just how stressful it is to be a cape and how sometimes a nice hot, tight cunt does more to stabilize them than any therapist in the world.
and tim. at first tim had woken up with a gasp and a full body flinch as he feels a heavy pressure in his tummy. it's big and tim needs to open his legs to accommodate the stretch. tim's still half asleep when something starts fucking him deep and fast and hard.
there's nothing and no one on top of him only tim digging his heels into the mattress and muffling his whines into his pillow as he snakes his fingers down to rub on his sensitive little button.
tim bites down on the fabric of his shirt as his fingers meet his wet, dripping cunt. it never fails to surprise tim just how fast he can get aroused by a little bit of touching. his family and friends all liked to joke he was a prude but the truth was tim thought about sex often. he liked the idea of it in the same way someone liked the idea of hiking in the grand canyon.
a thick, fat cock is hammering into tim at an unrelenting pace and in tim's mind he's already given into it. there's nothing he can do about it anyway, there's no body on top of him, and there's no physical way to stop this.
he could always reach for his comm, scream for help.
but he doesn't want to.
tim whines and clenches around the invisible cock inside him to go faster.
tim should probably be more worried but he cant find it in him to really care when he's fucked nearly the entire night with only a few breaks to breathe. he's wet and soaked through his underwear which still hasn't come off while tim gently rubs at his throbbing little clit.
in the morning tim looks bloated and full, his entire body aches in a way much more pleasant than when he has a hard patrol. tim's poor insides are pulsing and warmed with satisfaction and tim's fingers drifting to touch his puffy lips result in him hissing softly in the ache.
the next night it happens again but...slightly different. the cock doesn't fill him up as much or pound as deeply. but it's fast. it rockets in and out of tim at almost lightening speed almost vibrating which has tim gasping and whining the entire time, never taking his fingers off his clit.
each night it happens its like that. it's....exciting. tim even looks forward to it, retiring to bed early because it almost always only happens when he's in bed even if at first tim tries to test it out by changing his sleep schedule.
tim could probably figure out what's happening. a little bit of detective work goes a long way but honestly...tim likes it. tim's toys aren't as satisfying and tim was always too hesitant to try and go "all the way" with someone. he always felt like he wasn't ready for another person to see him so vulnerable but this was nice because there was no one else.
tim knows that all these phantom cocks are ejaculating in him. he can feel the warm spend coat his walls, fill his womb, and leak out of his well-loved pussy.
on some level some part of tim should be worried but how and why? it's not like he was going to be able to get condoms onto the phantom cocks and almost a month later during the monthly league blood drive tim finds out there might be consequences for that decision.
capes get injured. a lot. and VERY often and a lot of the time their medical personnel can take care of it and lots of capes, given the volume of injuries, don't feel very comfortable taking away resources from civilians like blood which is already incredibly limited given the number of attacks and injuries that occur in major cities.
so there's a sort of blood bank that the league hosts in case any of their own needs some. bruce also has a source in the cave. tim donates to both for the simple fact that he's o+ and can donate to anyone, even aliens surprisingly.
so tim makes monthly trips to the watchtower like he always does. a nurse takes his temperature and a sample of blood to make sure there are no infections or issues so that he can safely donate.
there are none. until the nurse, a civilian that's hired on staff and under about a million NDAs softly congratulates him.
that's about how tim, and clark who is in another hospital bed and trying desperately to donate even though the needles won't work on his skin, find out he's pregnant.
it could just be the blood loss but tim starts feeling incredibly lightheaded all of a sudden.
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Nicholas Galitzine - personality and love life.
Angel of abundance: there is a steady flow of abundance about to manifest. He is on the right wavelength to recieve whatever he desires.
Release and surrender: it is however important for him to let go of past pain, hurt and challanges, and be acceptant. Which seems like he is ready to do.
Relationship: he needs to remember every relationship starts with a primary one, and that is with yourself. Any other relationships follows from there. When he is safe to feel the love from within, he shall see his other relationships bloom and prosper.
Start anew: so maybe things has not always been as great as he had hoped for, in fact there were times when all felt like a big mess. But there’s no need to worry as this is a chance for renewal. He should appreciate the fact he created, cause now he can uncreate it. Get rid of whatever doesn’t suit you and start anew.
So we wanna know a bit of Nicholas’ personality traits and also a little about his love life. Let’s see what the cards are able to provide of information for us.
The magiacian: The Magician is the card of manifestation: turning dreams into reality. As a person he is resourceful and determined. The magician is your master manifestor. It is astrologically associated with Mercury. Because the Magician is a masculine sign, this card carries an active, assertive energy. We all have a little bit of both energies expressed in a balanced way, regardless of which gender we identify as. We already pulled his first card as Angel of abundance, so it is safe to say Nicholas is a manifestor. As a personality trait being a “creator” archetype will play a major role in who he is , or how he views himself.
For physical characteristics, the Magician as a person represents someone who is fast-moving, charismatic, and active. An athlete. Because the Magician is ruled by Mercurian energy, you might notice that this person will always seem like they’re in a hurry to make something happen. They talk fast, they walk fast, and they may talk with their hands. The Magician as a person represents someone who makes you feel motivated, capable, and optimistic. They believe in themselves, and they can’t imagine anyone not being the same way. If you’re romantically involved with this person, you might feel like one half of a power couple. With them, anything seems possible.
9 of wands: in terms of love life 9 of wands indicates that things are not easy. It is not easy to etablish a close bond to people because of external reasons. It indicates that he is still wounded from a string of relationships that didn’t work out how he wanted and these wounds are preventing him from finding the happy and healthy relationship he deserves. It may feel like he will never get past this, but he is so close!
This card is advising him to trust the process and not give up on himself. These setbacks are a form of test for his patience and resilience and know that after overcoming every obstacle he is becoming stronger. Even if these obstacles seem too hard to overcome, his inner strength and resources are enough to fight them. He should not back down from his position and he will eventually win the battle.
Queen of wands: When the Queen of Wands appears, it is a representation of the energy and the commanding approach one has to their life. This person is someone who everyone aspires to be, a powerful individual, who is in charge of his life and can solve any problem without much effort and is passionate about life and career. When this card appears, this could be indicating the person whose reading is being done has those qualities.
This card depicts that he is a courageous person, someone who is ready to face a challenge head first and is determined in his decisions. His optimism inspires others around him, and how he shares his innovative ideas with the world further proves how capable he is of achieving his goals in life. He knows what he wants and find it easy to associate with people to achieve what he wants, but also stay friendly and cheerful with people around him. It also indicates that he is a social person who enjoys the company of others and hangs out with friends and family even when he usually has a hectic life making connections and adding up one success after another to bring his creative vision to life. He radiates health and energy with an inner spark so bright he becomes an inspiration everywhere he go. Natural born intelligent, and creative, he wants to make a difference in the world with his creativity and passion.
Being friendly with others is a part of his personality and when he is out in the public, he usually attracts a crowd around him. When in a relationship, he is self-assured and do not have any insecurities about himself or the person he is in a relationship with. These qualities make him attractive and a breath of fresh air in the dating field. He is someone who is not bothered by what others think about him even if it's a judgement from someone close to him. It doesn't matter to him if someone does not approve of him because he is confident about himself. No matter what anyone says or comments, he will not change the way he lives or the ways he is , even to fit into someone's desire.
King of pentacles: Wealth, business, leadership, security, discipline, and AGAIN abundance. When the King of Pentacles appears in a Tarot reading, you are confident and successful at attracting and managing wealth.
Knight of cups reversed: Your emotions are unstable. Find a way to rein them in. Before rushing into a romantic situation, look carefully. Use your head. it might mean unrequited love, You likely won’t feel like there is much you can do to change your situation.
It is safe to love: This card indicate that you're protecting your heart from hurt because of painful relationship. This was also told to us through the nine of wands.
Passion: passion for life itself is a requisite foundation. Everything starts from there. Love life and love yourself from within.
Soulmate: As we all do, he has many soul mates - beings with whom he shares a mystical soul connection and life path. Soul mates incarnate with the plan of coming together for mutual spiritual and personal growth.
The thing is: we also got this:
Twinflames: From the interpretations from the card it doesn’t seem like he has met THE one yet. But this person is probably in eminent arrival.
I hope you enjoy this reading. And please keep in mind that this is done for entertainment purposes only. I use tarotcards and oracle cards actively in my readings, as well as my intuition. Energies come and go, what is relevant for today’s reading might change in a few weeks time. But some aspects will always remain constant and the same. Thank you.❤️
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The Chuck Norris Copypasta but it's Cassandra Jones
Cassandra Jones doesn’t play chess. she stares down her opponent until they checkmate themselves.
Cassandra Jones once went up against a ninja with only a butter knife. After fifteen minutes of the two fighting, the ninja was found dead in a pool of their own blood.
Cassandra Jones is actually the Loch Ness Monster. If you look at him, she disappears.
Cassandra Jones owns the copyright to the word "awesome."
Cassandra Jones is not a superhero; she is a supervillain that wants to be liked.
Cassandra Jones can use Google without typing anything into the search box.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t need a computer to type. Her keyboard has the letters already printed on it.
Cassandra Jones can run at the speed of light. she’s done it before.
Cassandra Jones can walk through walls, but she prefers to use windows.
Cassandra Jones can squeeze water out of a stone.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t read books. she stares them down until she gets the information she wants.
Cassandra Jones has traveled back in time and killed her grandfather.
Cassandra Jones has the only birth certificate that says "expired."
Cassandra Jones once entered a three-legged race. All the other participants were disqualified when they saw Cassie coming.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t drink coffee. she creates it in her microwave using her patented "Jones Coffee Pot" invention.
Cassandra Jones can play any piece of music on any instrument. she then proceeds to destroy the instruments because she hates noise.
Cassandra Jones can solve all your problems — if you give him $5.
Cassandra Jones can split the atom without removing her belt.
Cassandra Jones can bench press the sun.
Cassandra Jones always carries a pair of tweezers wherever she goes. You never know when you might need to pull a splinter out of someone’s eye.
Cassandra Jones once defeated twenty-nine members of the Russian Special Forces armed only with a spoon. she ate them all for breakfast.
Cassandra Jones doesn't go to church. she is the church.
Cassandra Jones can make diamonds out of coal.
Cassandra Jones has killed more people than cancer.
If a man has ever told you that you couldn’t do something, Cassandra Jones said you could.
When Cassandra Jones gives a speech, the audience listens.
Cassandra Jones can win the lottery every week for the rest of her life, and still never win.
Cassandra Jones is the reason why there are speed limits. Speed kills.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t eat cereal. she stares at it until the milk turns into a bowl of oatmeal.
Cassandra Jones has an IQ of 1,000, which is what happens when God is afraid to take a test.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t watch TV. she decides where to place her remote control.
Cassandra Jones can’t wait to see the movie "Die Hard," because she has already seen the sequel.
Cassandra Jones once drove past a sign that said "Slow Children At Play" and immediately went into reverse.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t like onions. They make him cry.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t sweat. she bleeds.
Cassandra Jones is so fast, she breaks the sound barrier getting dressed.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t count to infinity. she simply stops at the number you thought was zero.
Cassandra Jones can see through time.
Cassandra Jones has a photographic memory. There is nothing in her mind that hasn’t been photographed.
Cassandra Jones can kill you with her eyes closed.
Cassandra Jones is not an actor. she is the role she plays.
Cassandra Jones can tie a cherry stem with her tongue.
Cassandra Jones can predict the future. Unfortunately, she refuses to share it with anyone.
Cassandra Jones can recite the alphabet backwards. In Morse Code. While singing "Yankee Doodle."
Cassandra Jones once owned a farm. It was originally purchased as a tax write-off, but after she bought it, the IRS started auditing everyone else's taxes instead.
Cassandra Jones has more awards than a Golden Girl.
Cassandra Jones has broken the Guinness Book of World Records more than once.
Cassandra Jones is the reason why we have Daylight Savings Time. To give him an extra hour to beat her wife.
Cassandra Jones was once mistaken for a movie star. When asked who she played, she replied that she was the character.
Cassandra Jones was once thrown off a horse. The horse was fine.
Cassandra Jones has a scar on her face. The scar is made of medals.
Cassandra Jones can break mirrors with her beard.
Cassandra Jones’ tears cure cancer.
Cassandra Jones has walked on the moon. she didn’t want to leave the earth.
Cassandra Jones can breathe underwater. she does ther by holding her breath.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t play basketball. she dribbles the ball.
Cassandra Jones once punched a baby in the face. The baby died.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t drink water. she absorbs it through her skin.
Cassandra Jones once walked across the entire United States. she did it barefoot because she hates shoes.
Cassandra Jones invented the game of chess.
Cassandra Jones once wrestled a shark. she lost.
Cassandra Jones has won the Nobel Prize.
Cassandra Jones was once in a bar fight. she was beaten unconscious. When she woke up, everyone was laughing.
Cassandra Jones can put a dollar bill in a bottle cap.
Cassandra Jones invented the laser printer.
Cassandra Jones can swim through concrete.
Cassandra Jones once jumped over the Grand Canyon. she landed in California.
Cassandra Jones is the only person in hertory to win the Nobel Peace Prize.
The Beatles once sang a song about Cassandra Jones. It wasn't pretty.
Cassandra Jones invented the AK-47. And if you think that's dangerous, try playing poker with him.
Cassandra Jones can build a house in one day. she just takes a large rock and chucks it at your shead.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t shave with a razor. she uses her teeth.
Cassandra Jones once jumped off a building and landed in an alley.
When Cassandra Jones enters a room, people say, "Oh crap!"
Cassandra Jones doesn’t have to pay for her drinks. she asks the barkeep for a glass of water and then throws it in their face.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t have to worry about being abducted by aliens. They come to him offering contracts.
Cassandra Jones doesn't have nightmares. she wakes up screaming.
In most countries, Cassandra Jones would be considered legally dead.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t have enemies. Everyone is afraid of him.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t wear a watch. she decides what time it is.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t buy green bananas. she makes them.
You cannot outrun Cassandra Jones. You can only hope to outlast him.
Cassandra Jones can’t play Twister. she breaks the game board while spinning it around.
Cassandra Jones once broke a mirror. Six million people got their faces rearranged.
Cassandra Jones is known worldwide as a savior, a legend, a myth, a symbol of hope...and a good luck charm.
When Cassandra Jones was a kid, her mother used to tell him bedtime stories about how awesome she was.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t jump rope. she just spins the rope around her index finger and uses its momentum to walk.
Cassandra Jones has never had to pay for a drink in her life. she orders the bartender to fill the glass halfway. Then she quickly dumps half the contents into a nearby trashcan.
Cassandra Jones doesn’t play "hide and seek". she just looks for people that are hiding and kills them.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a gun to shoot you. her legs will do the job just fine.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need an alarm clock because she wakes up 2 hours before it goes off.
Cassandra Jones can drive in reverse faster than you can accelerate forward.
Cassandra Jones doesn't own a calendar. she decides what year it is.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need shelp finding Waldo. she just looks for the guy that keeps hitting him in the face.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a gynecologist. she just pushes her girlfriend down onto the ground and screams, "Where's my placenta?"
Cassandra Jones doesn't use a telescope to look at the stars. she stares directly at them until they explode.
Cassandra Jones can kick the watermelon out of your hand without even getting wet.
Cassandra Jones has never met her biological father. she is still looking for him.
Cassandra Jones doesn't count calories. she measures them out with a shovel.
Cassandra Jones invented the wheel, but gave it away because she was tired of carrying it everywhere.
Cassandra Jones can survive a nuclear explosion because she is already dead.
Cassandra Jones can smile and cut your throat at the same time.
Cassandra Jones has never been hungover. she just needs some sleep and a new liver.
Cassandra Jones once ordered two coffees, but when the barista handed him her drink, she threw it in her face and said, "What's a Starbucks?!"
Cassandra Jones once fought a grizzly bear. she won.
Cassandra Jones once went to Italy. The locals asked him for directions, so she told them: "Pour me a bowl of marinara sauce."
Cassandra Jones does not need a passport to travel outside the country, because she is America.
Cassandra Jones can ride a unicycle in both directions.
Cassandra Jones once turned himself into a black hole. People still talk about it.
Cassandra Jones doesn't believe in the Easter Bunny. she believes in the Cassandra Jones.
Cassandra Jones can defeat the entire army of China with just one toothpick.
Cassandra Jones can take an empty room and turn it into a fully furnished mansion in less than 15 minutes using nothing more than a couch and a microwave oven.
Cassandra Jones can see through walls. she uses the holes.
Cassandra Jones doesn't have a drinking problem. she's a functioning alcoholic.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a calendar. If she forgets her birthday, she just waits until it comes around again.
Cassandra Jones can breathe through her ears.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a calculator. she uses a slide rule.
Cassandra Jones can speak Spanish. she learned it from listening to Mexican gangbangers.
Cassandra Jones isn't bald. she's just too cool for hair.
Cassandra Jones can lick her elbow.
Cassandra Jones can calculate Pi to 22,514 decimal places.
Cassandra Jones can open soda cans with her mind.
Cassandra Jones can get a sunburn through a solid glass window.
Cassandra Jones can run a mile under six minutes. she can also run backwards.
Cassandra Jones can sit on your chest and tickle your nose. she can also tie you up with her tongue.
Cassandra Jones can cross the street without moving.
Cassandra Jones can stop bullets by throwing them back at whoever shot him.
Cassandra Jones can tap dance on your forehead.
Cassandra Jones can read books upside down and backward.
Cassandra Jones can pop a champagne cork with her thumb.
Cassandra Jones can close a door just by looking at it.
Cassandra Jones doesn't drink coffee, she absorbs its energy through her skin.
Cassandra Jones doesn't have a favorite food. she eats whatever is in front of him.
Cassandra Jones can squeeze orange juice out of a lemon.
Cassandra Jones can stand on her shead, and fart out the alphabet.
Cassandra Jones can lift a car with her bare hands. So can your mom.
Cassandra Jones can do the splits while riding a bicycle.
Cassandra Jones can split an atom without splitting the nucleus.
Cassandra Jones can drink a quart of oil and not spill a drop.
Cassandra Jones can perform Brain Surgery with a butter knife.
Cassandra Jones can run around the world three times while eating an apple.
Cassandra Jones can make money disappear. she just doesn't spend it.
Cassandra Jones can levitate. she just holds on to the ground.
Cassandra Jones can leap tall buildings in a single bound. But she prefers to just walk.
Cassandra Jones can survive a nuclear winter by picking up radioactive rocks and putting them in her pockets.
Cassandra Jones can split atoms. she just puts her fist in the ground.
Cassandra Jones can swim through concrete. she just sits on the edge and allows the rest to flow over her shead.
Cassandra Jones can write all the numbers between one hundred and fifteen. she can also write an entire book in that amount of time.
Cassandra Jones can light a stick of dynamite with a match. she can then blow up the match.
Cassandra Jones can reach into your ear and rip out your brain.
Cassandra Jones can run faster than a speeding bullet.
Cassandra Jones can see through walls. she just looks at them.
Cassandra Jones can turn lead into gold. The problem is, she can't afford any.
Cassandra Jones can punch a hole straight through the center of the Earth.
Cassandra Jones can tell time without a watch. she sees it when she wants to.
Cassandra Jones can pick up a penny that is lying on its side. No matter where it falls, she always gets it.
Cassandra Jones can twirl a baton and juggle balls at the same time. she can also throw a boomerang without it coming back.
Cassandra Jones can jump higher than the Empire State Building. she just waits until it lands.
Cassandra Jones can jump so high, she can touch the clouds.
Cassandra Jones can move things with her mind. she just closes her eyes, and thinks about moving stuff.
Cassandra Jones can get pregnant. she just lays eggs.
Cassandra Jones can go to bed without taking off her clothes. she just rolls over.
Cassandra Jones can take a shower without touching her body or water. she just stands in place.
Cassandra Jones can bite a person's shead off. Then she can pull it off again.
Cassandra Jones can lift a mountain.
Cassandra Jones can make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Cassandra Jones can build a house in one day by jumping over it.
Cassandra Jones can kick you in the face and knock you out, just by thinking about it.
Cassandra Jones can break all 4 of her legs and still run faster than you.
Cassandra Jones can make a rainbow appear in the sky. Then she can turn it into a pot of gold.
Cassandra Jones can jump so high, she can touch the clouds. But she just jumps right back down.
Cassandra Jones can draw a perfect circle with a compass and straightedge. Just don't ask him to prove it.
Cassandra Jones can take a glass of water and turn it into a diamond. Then she can rub it on her face.
Cassandra Jones can kick you so hard, she can kill the person standing next to you.
Cassandra Jones can carry two watermelons. One in each pocket.
Cassandra Jones can make a bullet explode before it hits him.
Cassandra Jones can open a can of beer without using her hands.
Cassandra Jones can bench press the earth.
Cassandra Jones can stab a man in the eye with a pencil. Then she can sharpen that pencil and poke him in the other eye.
Cassandra Jones can drive a car without turning the wheels.
Cassandra Jones can start a fire with her hands. she can also put it out with her feet.
Cassandra Jones can eat a whole watermelon in one sitting. That's why she only eats watermelon.
Cassandra Jones can win at rock, paper, scissors. There's no such thing as scissors.
Cassandra Jones can use her eyes to create lightning bolts. she can also use them to stop them.
Cassandra Jones can't get lost because she knows exactly where she is right now.
Cassandra Jones doesn't smoke. When she gets mad, she lights everything else on fire.
Cassandra Jones doesn't wear a watch. she tells time.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a driver's license. she just drives.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need a doctor. she just gives people shots.
Cassandra Jones doesn't need to cut her toenails. she just pulls them off.
Cassandra Jones doesn't have to shave. It just grows back.
#i just used the replace feature in word for this and didnt proofread it lol#Cassandra Jones#Chuck Norris Copypasta#queue
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Helloooo I am so sorry this reply is so late. Exams are kicking my ass rn.
(Link to OTP Relationship Asks)
22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?
There are two ways I can answer this.
The first answer is Cody. This is because he was raised with very clear rules and regulations. Everything he was meant to do was laid out clearly for him and he was trained to be competent on a battlefield.
With romance, he’s completely out of his depth. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just knows what he feels. Obi Wan is so patient and kind and always waits for him to make the first move and that somehow makes Cody actually feel worse because it reminds him exactly why he fell for him in the first place. He's so compassionate and considerate and he makes Cody feel things he's never felt before in his entire life. Then he’s back at square one, having no clue what he’s meant to be doing.
All he knows is what he’s learned from the holodramas that members of the 501st force him to watch and he isn’t naive enough to believe that that’s how it is in real life but that doesn't prevent it from unconsciously influencing his advances. Obi Wan actually thinks this is very sweet. The romance in the dramas may be exaggerated but exaggerated love may be precisely what they need more of these days.
The second (and more probable answer) is Obi Wan. He seems super smooth and confident on the surface but his charms don’t work on Cody.
Cody is very a straightforward, no bullshit sort of person. It’s the only way he really knows how to be. He’s also remarkably perceptive so he’s long since caught onto the fact that Obi Wan tends to use his shameless flirting as a defense mechanism. If he can just keep talking, it means he doesn’t have to address his feelings.
So when Cody cuts through his shit, Obi Wan sort of flounders. Cody will tell him exactly how he feels in such a simple, direct way that it makes Obi Wan malfunction. He always assumed he was a pretty direct person but that was before he met Cody.
Cody not understanding the conventions of a typical relationship actually makes things so much easier for them in a way because he doesn’t get why he’s meant to hide his feelings, aside from Obi Wan technically being his superior. The clones in general will have a rather strange grasp of social cues because they haven’t grown up with any of the usual pressure people experience when it comes to relationships and dating and love. Cody simply pulls Obi Wan aside one evening after he comes to terms with his feelings and comes out with it and Obi Wan kinda shuts down for a few minutes. He knew they were both aware there was something between them, he just hadn’t expected Cody to tell him like that, like he was passing on information about something that had happened during one of their many battles with the separatists or something.
So my answer is this: both of them get embarrassed in slightly different ways, but there is a lot Obi Wan gets embarrassed about that Cody just doesn’t because he’s never been exposed to it before and doesn’t carry the strange shame a lot of people feel when it comes to love. To him, it’s just another problem solving exercise and he wouldn’t have been made Commander as fast as he was if he wasn’t skilled at that. Obi Wan is not used to someone being so casual with their feelings, so it makes him incredibly flustered and Cody has started to do it deliberately just to evoke that reaction from him so it’s only getting worse for our poor Jedi. If Cody gets embarrassed, he sees as a challenge and tries to strategise a way around it. Obi Wan just blushes and forgets how to function.
26. How do they comfort each other?
To answer this, I will refer back to the very good communication these two have. They’re so good that they become completely nonverbal at times because they just intuitively understand what the other person needs. This is usually in the context of a battle, but if you spend enough time with someone you will inevitably begin to understand the nuances of who they are as a person more and more.
Obi Wan isn’t used to physical affection. It’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy it, but he didn’t grow up with a lot of it. He doesn’t realise just how clingy he is until he meets Cody, who is very used to it. I mentioned it in a previous post, but the idea that the clones are very close with each other makes sense to me because they grew up in very confined spaces with only each other for comfort. Obi Wan usually likes to talk his problems through but sometimes he is so overwhelmed that he can’t gather his thoughts. Cody isn’t the type to push him either. He’s more of a listener than a talker. In those instances, Obi Wan just lets Cody hold him and they sit in silence. Just being near Cody is enough to calm him down because the clones are so bright in the force and are nothing like the Jedi. There’s something so pure about their force signatures and it really helps clear his head, particularly with how murky the force is at the Jedi temple these days.
As for Cody, he isn’t too good at talking about his problems. He may be freer when it comes to physical affection but he wasn’t raised with the understanding that anyone cared about his problems. He did his best to make sure the newer waves of cadets didn’t feel that way but it still doesn’t help him personally. Unfortunately for him, he can never hide when he’s feeling upset from Obi Wan because he just feels it in the force. Obi Wan never pressures him to talk, but he’s very good at getting him to. He always asks the right questions and eventually gets to the bottom of whatever is bothering Cody eventually. He doesn’t force it, but they’ve had some very constructive conversations this way and it slowly teaches Cody that expressing his problems is actually less stressful than he thought.
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teen jj
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Morgan chuckled as Emily and JJ entered the bullpen. They were arguing like cat and dog - well JJ was arguing back to a very reasonable Emily.
“Carry on and you’re going home,” Emily groaned, dropping JJ’s bag on her desk and heading up to her own office. JJ groaned and sat down in her chair, crossing her arms and huffing.
“What’s the little miss done today then?” Morgan teased, turning to the teenage regressed JJ. JJ had a few different headspaces, ranging from baby to child to teen. The team had experienced them all but Emily knows them all very well. She knows that despite JJ’s efforts, she will not get any work done, she will be a sassy, grumpy bitch all day and she’ll distract everyone but Emily also promised she’d let JJ try.
“She wouldn’t let us get Mcdonald’s for breakfast,” JJ grumbled and began fussing with her desk.
“Did you know that 36.6% of Americans consume fast food each day?” Reid spoke up, looking over his computer. JJ rolled her eyes, not appreciating his commentary.
“Did you know that no one likes know-it-alls?” she remarked which caused a stern cough to come from Emily’s office.
“That’s strike one,” Emily said, walking up behind JJ.
“Come on!” JJ groaned loudly, throwing up her arms. “Swear to god she has a microphone on me,” she whined, looking over at Morgan who was very amused by JJ’s headspace, as always.
“To the roundtable!” The team suddenly heard Garcia shout as she came hurrying into the bullpen. Emily internally sighed, now she had to deal with a case and a teen JJ.
“To fight criminals!” JJ cheered, sarcastically and headed to the roundtable with some other members of the team.
Rossi walked alongside Prentiss, sighing at JJ’s antics.
“Tough night?” he asked her just just rolled her eyes.
“You have no idea,” she said, entering the room. JJ was already off arguing with Reid about something.
“Penelope, back me up. We don’t like being invalid-”
“JJ quit being rude or you’re getting strike two,” Emily told her and took a seat beside Reid. She put her hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: “Please don’t take anything to heart.” He nodded and closed his lips tight. He knew JJ wasn’t herself like this, he knew that teen JJ was a hurt, struggling and confused young girl who needed support and guidance but he could never comprehend her not being his best friend. Reid was the one who got the most confused and awkward with JJ’s regression - especially at the start. He’s more open to it now, especially if the rest of the team is around but it didn’t help him when she was targeting him.
JJ surprisingly stayed quiet for the rest of the briefing. She got on the plane and slid in next to Emily, in her usual spot. The team were all ready to go and solve the case, they all had their game heads on but JJ, not quite. She was in her own world, thinking about everything.
She knew she got on Emily’s nerves in this headspace- it was obvious. She knew she got herself in trouble yet no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t not do what she did. Things fell out of her mouth without thinking about them and although she felt guilty, she couldn’t apologise because that just wasn’t her. She was tough, she had to protect herself and she couldn’t be vulnerable to do that.
“We land in 10, are you ready?” Emily asked, turning to the blonde.
“Hm?” she turned to Emily, not hearing what she said.
“We land in 10, are you ready to go?” Emily repeated, checking JJ’s expression. Her eyes were distant and her expression emotionless. “You okay?”
“Fine,” JJ nodded. She was fine. She was always fine.
Entering the precinct, JJ began putting the pictures up on the board - half in, half out of her headspace. She was struggling and it was clear to Emily and everyone else that she was struggling yet she kept her guard up, not letting anyone in. Emily was a little lost too, usually, she kept JJ out of the field when in her headspace but she was and then she wasn’t. Emily wanted to keep an eye on her girl but at the same time, hoped sticking herself into work would distract her.
“Rossi, Morgan and Reid, head to the crime scene, we need an idea of how it played out,” Emily said, picking up a folder and handing it to Derek. “Tara and Luke, you’re going to go meet the victim’s family at the hospital. We need to start on victimology,” she told them two. They all headed out and Garcia perked up on the phone.
“And me boss?”
“Delv further into victimology, we need to figure out why his third victim was allowed to live and the others not,” Emily told her.
“On it. Over and out,” Garcia said and the phone hung up. Leaving Emily and JJ the only ones in the room. There was glass separating them from the rest of the local precinct so Emily wasn’t too obvious but she walked over to JJ, who was standing by the board, head down.
“Are you alright, JJ?” Emily asked softly, putting her hand on JJ’s arm.
“I’m fine,” JJ whispered, moving her arm away and opening the file in her hand.
“JJ,” Emily said in a warning tone, moving closer to the girl again.
“I said, I’m fine!” JJ suddenly shouted. She threw down the file and headed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Emily stood there in shock - she was as quiet as a mouse then suddenly screamed. She was not fine. Prentiss decided to leave her, noticing she only went to the coffee machine. She could see her, that’s what was important.
After about ten minutes, she sent her a text with some information Garcia and Morgan had acquired and she noticed JJ beginning to head back to the office, with two coffees. Emily had left some files on the desk for her, along with some highlighters and a pen. JJ sat in the seat and got stuck in. They didn’t have to communicate. Between them, it’s like they had their own unspoken language.
The team were back together in time for lunch and Derek offered to take JJ to get it but JJ didn’t want to, shaking her head angrily and huffing because she was disturbed.
“Alright baby girl, be like that!” he laughed, throwing the keys at Reid.
“Like what Morgan?” JJ suddenly asked. She stood up with such force her chair fell over but she didn’t even flinch. “Go on… like what?” she teased.
“You’re just so grumpy, you need to chill out a bit,” Morgan shrugged.
“You’re a fucking twat, do you know that-” JJ began and took a step forwards but Emily quickly stood in front of her blonde.
“Sit down, right now,” she told her, looking her dead in the eyes but JJ only grew angrier.
“All of you! You’re so fucking inconsiderate all the time!” She shouted. A few officers outside looked towards them and Emily couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Morgan and Reid quickly left, hoping to diffuse the situation but JJ turned around in fury. She swiped the things off the desk in a single, fast hit and watched as the papers, which she’d been working hard on all morning scattered around the room. The coffee cups also spilt over the floor and the table. This only caused her to get angrier and she tugged at her hair. She spun on her heels, frantically searching for Emily. And as always, Emily was there.
JJ fell into her arms, still having a tight grip on her hair but Emily stroked her back, up and down her arms and pulled her over to the sofa in the room. She held JJ, held her as she cried angrily. Tara began cleaning up the mess whilst Rossi reassured the officers everything was okay.
“I’ve got you,” Emily reassured, holding her girl tighter. “You’re okay baby, you’re safe.” Emily knew how short JJ’s fuse was and she was very frustrated that she allowed JJ to get to this point, especially today - on a new case. Although the team were making good process and she knew they wouldn’t be there long, she still felt awful on the younger girl in her arms. JJ only got this angry in this headspace. She’d throw her tantrums when younger yeah, she doesn’t agree on everything but the outbursts happen now when she loses that emotional control. That was the biggest tell that JJ was even somewhat regressed - her emotional control.
“I’m sorry,” she cried into Emily’s chest as her tears subsided.
“It’s alright, you’re alright,” Emily reassured. Tara then, being the absolute star she is, brought over JJ’s bag. It was a little bag, a small bag - full of JJ’s favourite things. Colouring books, a few sensory toys, pens, her blanket and a small teddy she could take with her. Emily smiled thankfully at her as she sat beside the pair. Tara was hands-on with little JJ and Emily appreciated that so much. Garcia, Tara and Hotch were the best with her. Rossi was like the confused grandad - he entertained her but when she’d get upset, although he tried his hardest, usually just made her more upset. Derek and Reid were hit-and-miss but that was okay.
“Oh, look, what’s this?” Emily whispered, helping JJ lift her head up. They all knew she’d regressed quite young now. Tara held her teddy up, showing JJ and JJ grabbed it quickly, pulling it to her chest.
“Do you want to do some colouring?” Tara suggested, knowing it was JJ’s favourite task but she shook her head and yawned.
“How about a little nap, hm?” Emily suggested and JJ agreed, nodding her head and moving to get herself more comfortable. Emily and Tara stood up - letting her stretch across the sofa. Emily grabbed her blanket and put it over her, wrapping her up tightly like a burrito, just how she liked it.
“You get some rest then little one,” Emily whispered, leaning over and kissing JJ’s head.
“Seep,” JJ agreed, nodding.
“Yeah, sleep baby. Sweet dreams,” she added and kissed JJ’s lips softly. Tara stroked her head and went to sit at the table with Rossi. JJ felt more content now, feeling loved and appreciated. Suddenly, as soon as she regressed younger, all the bad, mean thoughts left.
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made by @utterchaios and I thought it’d be a fun tag game! (I’m so sorry if you didn’t want it to be a tag game.)
also, I love open curtains.
tag game, bold what applies, italicise what sometimes does, cross out what never ever applies
types of people - places
library dank chemistry memes, coffee, has a gigantic purse with enough stationery to start a store, "pls stop breathing im trying to study", eats a LOT of candy, curses you in a dead language, carries textbooks literally EVERYWHERE, dark academia, watches harry potter bc nostalgia, takes showers at 3 am while listening to audiobooks. why have pillows when you can have books?, "who folded the corner of this page?, im gonna commit homicide" , the encyclopedia of the group, has like 25 sweaters and one pair of chuck taylors, short hair, most likely the valedictorian. Stranger Things.
art gallery mysterious eyes, leather jackets, hands stained with paints and pigments, " if you open the curtains, i swear to God i will obliterate you", may or may not be a soul-sucking vampire, changes clothes every 2 hours bc" its icky ok?", stares at a painting for hours unless you physically carry them away, would always rush to help you, DIY Michelangelo Plaster sculptures, lost count of their pinterest boards, wants to eat mac and cheese but its 12 am and the fridge is empty,"i have crippling depression", doesnt remember their birthday or anyone elses, likes blueberry cheese cake, reads Dan Brown, owns a reptile. buys you coffee without asking.
the park flower pressings, "i only consume caffeine when i need to", doodles on their shoes just because, wants to have a swing in their backyard, most likely cottage core, plays minecraft on creative mode only, makes pies for everyone, loves sunny days, the optimistic one in the squad, " im made you this flower crown, here!!" , prefers milkshakes, home-cooked meals, has cool colored hair, "i will only come over if we can watch "spirited away" again", you really wanna be their friend, looks like a softie, but will sucker-punch someone to mars if they had to, watches nature documentaries, hand-woven journals, names their plants, likes green tea.
planetarium shiny eyes, sleep is for the weak, the most motivated one, usually quiet in their own thoughts, probably neurodivergent, has a cat or cats, " free food WOOOOOOOOOO" day-1 organization guru, day-2 "where IS my wallet???", wears different socks on each feet, pizza pizza PIZZA, doodles little planets on your arm, productivity who?, will eat anything, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, unlimited vine references, solves a complex equation within 2 minutes, but can't figure out the directions for the nearest fast food, looks at the sky like its their first time, forgets to study, but aces the exam anyway, "why can't movies follow the laws of physics? im calling the cops bc this breach is UNNACCEPTABLE!!!", never sleeps on time bc vsauce rabbithole, the kindest person you'll know.
@melting-morning-blues @thehistorynut19
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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 16
“So you’ve met him right? Like you’ve had actual conversations with the guy. What is he like?” Evan question.
“Yeah tell us! I want to know too!” Avery chips in.
The three of you have sanctioned the third floor dining room as your own. Now it’s your scheduled gossip space.
“I mean he’s just like anyone else. Easy to talk to, kind, compassionate. He never puts you down for your mistakes. He always has some kind of inspirational quote ready at hand and when he smiles it’s like the room lights up.”
A blissful little smile makes its way across your features. Avery and Evan exchange a look.
“Oh my gosh you have a crush on him!” Avery exclaims.
Your cheeks flush.
“W-What! NO! That’s crazy I do not!”
“You just commented on his smile and then stared wistfully into the distance. It was like a romcom scene playing right in front of our eyes. “ Evan teased.
That would have been endearing if you liked rom coms.
“He’s just a nice guy okay. I don’t have a crush on him.”
“Whatever you say. You sure aim high huh?” Evan grins when you shove his shoulder.
“Since we’re on the topic of interest, what’s your ideal type Evan?”
Avery straightens in her seat, and he suddenly looks a bit nervously.
“I-I mean someone nice of course. Smart too. J-Just nice and smart.” He starts laughing for no apparent reason and you raise a brow.
“If that’s the requirement then you should just date Avery. She’s nice, pretty and smart.”
Her face turns a deep shade of red.
“T-That's crazy talk!! H-He would never..w-we’re just friends and I-I..I NEED TO GET JUICE!!” She bolts out of there so fast you were partially convinced that maybe she’s a speedster.
Evan drops his head on the table with a heavy sigh and now you’re a little confused.
“Did I do something?”
“You know, I thought you were feigning the whole oblivious thing, but I think you actually are pretty dense.”
“Hey!”
He stands.
“I’m going to find her before she brings us back the entire vending machine.”
He heads out the door and you just stare at the wall, puzzled.
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“Then she just ran off. I must have said something.”
Harrison is trying to contain his laughter as he sits on your couch.
“Do you really not know?”
You shake your head.
“Not at all.”
He chuckles.
“From what you just explained, Evan must be interested in Avery and vice versa.”
“Oh…..OH!!”
The realization on your face is comical.
“Jeez, no wonder she ran off so fast. Damn it, now I made things awkward.”
“I wouldn’t overthink it. It may take a while for either of them to admit their feelings. I’m sure things will go back to normal eventually. They might even become closer. “
“Well, that does sound nice.”
Avery was your first friend here and Evan is the very image of your brother. So seeing them happy with each other sort of makes you smile.
Harrison takes a sip of his wine, and your gaze runs over his form. He’s still wearing a suit, leg crossed over the other. His presence gives off professionalism, yet you don’t feel like you’re in this room with the founder of Star Labs. He’s just Harrison. It’s who he’s always been. Everything he does seems so effortless and mature. He’s always in control and you suppose that is what has given you not just comfort, but confidence to lean on him with your troubles as well as your joy.
Avery’s comment doesn’t seem that far fetched now. You’re openly staring at him.
It’s a bit foolish to get attached. He’s never spoken of love, but you know his background. His late wife. Someone he’d lost due to the plans of an evil version of you. The pain that reality carries is almost too much to handle. You sip from your own glass, eyes low. He catches that brief look you wear.
“Are you okay?”
He places the glass down, and you follow, planting a smile on your face.
“Yeah, just maybe I had a little too much wine. “
You’re tipsy at most, so the excuse is weak. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t need to know. He’s done enough to help with your inner turmoil. He shouldn’t have to solve your love life too. Or lack thereof.
“I think I know you well enough to see through that.”
Your fingers run along the rim of the glass.
“Tell me..” He urges softly.
Gazing at the liquid longingly, you swallow.
“Have you ever wanted something..you knew you could never have?”
You don’t make the mistake of looking directly at him. If you do that, he’ll no doubt see beyond the cryptic words. He’ll see that all of his kindness, his humanity has you completely and utterly infatuated with him now. The revelation is almost too painful to comprehend.
“I can’t say that I have. But if it’s something that you want that badly, then you should fight for it. No one would get anything if they gave up because something claims to be unattainable. I believe we can achieve anything we put our minds to. Look at me, I am the prime example of an impossible situation. I shouldn’t even exist but here I am. If that isn’t extraordinary, then I don’t know what is.”
Once again you’re brought to your knees by his wisdom. You still avoid eye contact. Somehow you feel a lot better hearing those words.
It might not be out of your grasp after all.
#reverseflash#genderswap#timelesswells#harrisonwells#pastpain#new beginnings#flash#understanding#friends#care
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Hi, I totally understand your disappointment in how chenford got together. I too thought it was going to take something dramatic for them to finally be together, something like DOD.
Lucy spent 5 seasons not dating cops because of Bishop's advice about her reputation and career. I thought that would play a big part on her hesitation to start a relationship with Tim. But it wasn't even mentioned lol.
And Tim always seemed super aware of the fact that he was Lucy's superior at work, he even listed that as an obstacle in his conversation with Lopez. But then he and Lucy got together and Tim seemed to forget that it's a problem. A "Lucy Lesson" was needed to remind him it's an issue.
But I can't say I'm suprised. The Rookie can set up interesting conflicts and then drop them like hot potatoes. I mean, Ashley says she never wants to have kids and Tim is just "oh well, okay then", and keeps dating her until *she* breaks up with him lol. I mean, what was the point of that?
no LITERALLY bro like…
like bro if i wanted to see a ship get together the way chenford did, i would specialize in fast burns. i get into slow burns bc my ooey gooey hopeless romantic bleeding heart likes to see the moment where it all comes together. now, i will say, i never really wanted chenford to have the near death confession just bc i think it’s been done to death and they’re both in near death experiences like everyday. i personally think it would’ve been interesting to see an arc where they think they’ll lose each other and have to confront what their lives might be like without the other person and they don’t wanna do that yada yada, like jisbon, (yes i’ll be comparing chenford’s get together to jisbon’s for the foreseeable future). what i didn’t think would get them together was like one blurted line that made no sense and riddled the story with plot holes
as for the work thing………… if i think too long about how the work boundary has been handled, my brain might actually explode lol like… the work thing was their BIGGEST boundary and not only did they give 0 shits about it when getting together but they solved it in one episode over what was basically a prank like… i have a pet peeve in slow burns and it’s when i feel like they probably could’ve gotten together forever ago and i really thought all their story was building up to something but if he was just gonna ask her out on a bench outside work in broad daylight and they were gonna solve the work boundary in one episode via prank, i would’ve just wished they did that after her rookie year. that’s another problem with how they got together like fr if it was gonna be that simple why not just get them together between 3x10 and 4x02 when they were both single and there was no work boundary or if there was it would’ve been significantly weaker like… and im saying that as someone who loved s4 😭 i really did love s4 and how 5a was going before 508 and now it all feels so pointless idk
as for the alt s4 love interests……….. oh boi…… okay so. one thing about me. when it comes to fiction… i love me some emotional cheating like it hits every time lol so was it fun to see tim and lucy carry on with 0 respect for their relationships even though i knew they were being terrible people?? hell yeah. but like… when there’s a REASON. i do not understand the purpose of either of those two being in 5a. let’s start with chris. okay so chenford would’ve hooked up in 501 if chris didn’t almost get killed and lucy stayed with him out of guilt? right? that i could understand. but THEN 508 happened and the haunting words of “if we do this” left lucy’s mouth. now…………. if she knew tim wanted to be with her romantically (which is a whole other thing bc bitch how) her staying with chris is absolutely hilarious. her justification for staying with chris was that if she got with tim it might not work out but brother… forgive me if i’m remembering incorrectly, no one was holding a gun to lucy’s head and threatening to shoot if she didn’t get with tim as soon as she broke up with chris. it’s completely out of character TO ME for lucy to stay in a relationship she wasn’t happy in bc she was scared to be with tim. like… lucy is not allergic to being single, i do not GET IT. like if chris died in 501 and lucy was too riddled with guilt to date the guy she was about to cheat on him with, i would ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND THAT but this is outrageous.
now onto ashley……… hooooooooo ashley…. okay like….. it’s hard to verbalize how fucking inane the inclusion of ashley was to me… like just goofy. silly. unserious. if tim didn’t realize his feelings for lucy until 422 or 501, it is, TO ME, COMPLETELY out of character for tim to lead ashley on knowing he’d prefer to be with someone else. that’s why i honestly still didn’t think he realized he wanted to be with lucy even after 501 because like… you’re telling me TIM BRADFORD stayed in a relationship with someone telling him she was in love with him knowing he was severely interested in someone else?? that’s never been tim like omg. did he almost cheat on her a lil? yeah <3 but like idk there was a whole ass time jump and he stayed with ashley that whole time that is CRAZY. i didn’t want either breakup to be off screen but honest to god, if they knew they were about to get chenford together, i would’ve preferred an offscreen breakup during the time jump over an onscreen breakup THREE EPISODES BEFORE getting chenford together like omg OMG
*woosah break*
anyone who’s heard my rants (and it’s been a LOT) know that the episode i have the most beef with is 506. because like… we know tim probably didn’t care that much for ashley (despite the whole ass year relationship and debating retirement to travel with her but i digress) and it’s a common supposition that he was more wounded by the way she dumped him than losing her. sure, whatever, let’s go forward with that assumption. but you know who didn’t know none of that shit? LUCY. from her pov, it wasn’t that long ago that tim said he could see himself marrying ashley and we know lucy took that to heart. and then in 506, lucy finds out tims been moping for a week because they broke up (and specifically ASHLEY dumped HIM) but she’s still confident enough that tim us really into her for the “if we do this” like… and if the uc op brought up real actual romantic feelings between them, i would understand, but it didn’t. it brought up horny. it brought up that tim was sexually attracted to her. which… correct me if i’m wrong… she knew that… long before the uc op… so lucy spending an adrenaline filled weekend with tim with makeouts required and then he’s like “aye im feeling a lil something” does not equal feelings and i personally feel like lucy wouldn’t have made that leap like that when he was like… with someone. idk like… if i could take out any episodes in the 5a sad excuse for an arc, it’d definitely be the episode where lucy witnessed tim moping over his fresh ex for like two days and then blurted out that they like each other two episodes later.
so yeah the timing, the supposed trigger, the other love interests… no matter how you try to spin it, you will never ever get me like “oh no that definitely made sense” bc no matter how you look at it shit was dumb lol
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types of people - places
[ made by @utterchaios, reposted from @lacunasbalustrade! ]
tag game, bold what applies, italicise what sometimes does, cross out what never ever applies
library, dank chemistry memes, coffee, has a gigantic purse with enough stationery to start a store, "pls stop breathing im trying to study", eats a LOT of candy, curses you in a dead language, carries textbooks literally EVERYWHERE, dark academia, watches harry potter bc nostalgia, takes showers at 3 am while listening to audiobooks. why have pillows when you can have books?, "who folded the corner of this page?, im gonna commit homicide" , the encyclopedia of the group, has like 25 sweaters and one pair of chuck taylors, short hair, most likely the valedictorian. Stranger Things.
art gallery, mysterious eyes, leather jackets, hands stained with paints and pigments, "if you open the curtains, i swear to God i will obliterate you", may or may not be a soul-sucking vampire, changes clothes every 2 hours bc "its icky ok?", stares at a painting for hours unless you physically carry them away, would always rush to help you, DIY Michelangelo Plaster sculptures, lost count of their pinterest boards, wants to eat mac and cheese but its 12 am and the fridge is empty, "i have crippling depression", doesnt remember their birthday or anyone elses, likes blueberry cheese cake, reads Dan Brown, owns a reptile. buys you coffee without asking.
the park, flower pressings, "i only consume caffeine when i need to", doodles on their shoes just because, wants to have a swing in their backyard, most likely cottage core, plays minecraft on creative mode only, makes pies for everyone, loves sunny days, the optimistic one in the squad, "i made you this flower crown, here!!", prefers milkshakes, home-cooked meals, has cool colored hair, "i will only come over if we can watch 'spirited away' again", you really wanna be their friend, looks like a softie, but will sucker-punch someone to mars if they had to, watches nature documentaries, hand-woven journals, names their plants, likes green tea.
planetarium, shiny eyes, sleep is for the weak, the most motivated one, usually quiet in their own thoughts, probably neurodivergent, has a cat or cats, "free food WOOOOOOOOOO", day-1 organization guru, day-2 "where IS my wallet???", wears different socks on each feet, pizza pizza PIZZA, doodles little planets on your arm, productivity who?, will eat anything, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, unlimited vine references, solves a complex equation within 2 minutes, but can't figure out the directions for the nearest fast food, looks at the sky like its their first time, forgets to study, but aces the exam anyway, "why can't movies follow the laws of physics? im calling the cops bc this breach is UNNACCEPTABLE!!!", never sleeps on time bc vsauce rabbithole, the kindest person you'll know.
#[ heartcatcher: ]#[ tag! you're it!: ]#[ keychained: ]#i love how oddly specific these options are#scratches my mind the right way
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Puzzle piece || Bobbi & Nicole
TIMING: Recent
LOCATION: The beach
PARTIES: @timetide & @nicsalazar
SUMMARY: Bobbi needs answers about the mysterious seashell she won in the sandcastle contest. Nicole needs water. The two stop to help each other out.
CONTENT WARNING: None
Running. It’s what had been missing from her life lately. For everybody else it might have sounded insane to have such need for it, but if she didn’t move, her mental health would go downhill fast. Life was so much better when she was consistently getting those happy chemicals into her system. There was no chance it was a coincidence. And so, taking advantage of how nice the weather was, Nicole decided today was the day she got back into it.
As much as the forest held a special place in her heart, it was the coast where Nicole felt more comfortable running. Accompanied by the soothing sound of the tides, marine breeze against her skin, it was an experience she couldn’t get anywhere else. Plus, there were less voices whispering around the beach. She didn’t want to ponder why she was hearing more voices than usual. She was ignoring it. Letting the ocean overtake her senses instead. Running. It solved everything. Until it didn’t.
She was halfway through her route when she realized she forgot her bottle of her water. It was no emergency, but it definitely disturbed the rhythm she had gained so far. Nearing a small cave, Nicole stopped to catch her breath and consider her options. She was really fucking thirsty. She wasn’t sure what possessed her to do it –dehydration, possibly– but before she could stop, she found herself shouting at the woman walking across her. “Hey, you!” Cheeks flushed due to the exercise and the embarrassment of her actions, she approached slowly, questioning her very existence. “Fuck, sorry. I don’t know what…” she held her hands up to not appear threatening, before she pointed at the flask the woman was carrying. “Would you– could I… Can I get a sip?”
Bobbi had never heard of a seashell that could not only whisper back to her the full ambience of the ocean by the shore but also something else, something strange, something that sounded like a repeated phrase, a mantra even, though she could not make any sense of it, none at all. However, this was not the first time someone of her former reputation had encountered some confusing artifact, a puzzle that when solved should lead her to something that would be, at the very least, interesting.
Except it had been over a month now and the huxian was getting every bit impatient. Fortunately for the damned thing, she had left it elsewhere, locked under key, or else it would have found itself flung far into the sea. If Bobbi had learned anything from her years of traveling with strange items, it was that you shouldn’t. Not out in the open at least. I swear to the gods, that thing is going to drive me insane!
In all respects except one (when something she was excited about must be kept a secret from even her crew, at least until she figured out herself it would mean them harm), Bobbi was a very insightful and efficient thinker. She often does go to extremes in pursuit of a problem’s solution, but today, she decided to take a walk on the beach instead, clear her head. The fact that John volunteered to clean her houseboat today, of all days, as a peace offering after screwing over her sand sculpture entry, which rewarded her with the aforementioned puzzle of a seashell, helped.
Deep in thought, she absentmindedly took out her flask of baijiu, an odd choice to most but never to someone who hasn’t been home for decades, maybe even centuries, and tried to take a quick sip to force her senses to be more proactive in her mental endeavor. Before Bobbi could actually take that sip, however, some strange woman started yelling at her direction. At first, the huxian just stared at the woman curiously, but after looking around and realizing there was no one else behind her, she realized that the attractive stranger was referring to her. “Uhh, sure, but I have to warn you: This isn’t water,” she still offered the flask with a grin. “You all right, uhh, miss…?”
“It’s… not even noon” Nicole breathed out, glancing at the flask in disbelief. She didn’t mean to sound as judgemental as she did. First of all– since when was she in any position to judge? She had pregamed earlier than that. And secondly– a drink was a drink. Some water had to be in it, right? It had to count. She was just taken aback, it was all. “Right. Sure,” she shrugged, accepting the flask. As she inspected it briefly, she wondered again, why stopping a random stranger had seemed like right idea. What if it wasn’t liquor inside, but something much worse? Her paranoia eased as the woman's question caught her attention. “I’m okay…”She raised the flask to her lips, until the silenced made her realize the stranger was still waiting for a name. Her ears went red. “Oh. Uh, Nicole. You?”
As the liquid went down her throat, the warmth in her chest was familiar, but the taste less so. Nicole scrunched up her face, trying to figure out if she liked it or not. Maybe she needed a second sip. “Uh– What… what’s in this?” she shook the bottle lightly, before handing it back. Once her hands were empty and there was nothing else to distract her, she was able to get finally a good look at the other woman. A mistake, since it looked as if the stranger had something on her mind. Something troubling her, maybe. Shit. She clenched her jaw, trying to suppress her curiosity. It used to be so easy for her to stay away from people's business. She used to be great at it, actually. But now, all she could think about was that, if there was a chance she could help…she had to.
Fuck.
Nicole placed her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at the stranger.“Ah– Any reason you’re around drinking so early?”
“Yeah, well,” Bobbi took her flask back as soon as she could, grimacing at the woman’s reaction. She couldn’t quite remember whether it was dangerous to be drinking when dehydrated, though in all her centuries of sea travel across the Eastern waters, she had been drunk and dehydrated all the same, and she turned out well, didn’t she? Probably not the best example. “It’s night time somewhere, eh?”
Bobbi took a swig of her own when she got her liquor back. Ah, nothing’s more refreshing than a thousand blades swirling inside your throat! “Bobbi,” she introduced herself with a smile, though the nagging confusion of her current problem made sure that didn’t last long. “This is baijiu, Chinese liquor. Kinda like whiskey, but better.” It wasn’t. Some, like John, would argue that it was worse. Of course, John was a child and didn’t know his liquor. All he ever drank was the cheap pisswater peddled by terrible ads engineered to appease the easily bought. They were the laser pointer and John was the stupid cat. Two bottles, and he’d trap himself in the toilet, shitting an entire night’s entree. She could go on and on about John’s weak constitution, almost losing herself in her thoughts, but Nicole was a curious cat, it seemed, and Bobbi liked pussy cats.
She just stared at her for a long while, watching her face and her body, as if committing her to memory, before actually explaining herself. “Well, you see, I’m a little stumped by this stupid puzzle. You from around here, Nicole? Should I call you Nikki?” Probably not. Bobbi was running out of ideas, anyway. Maybe she could actually help. Or at the very least push her brain in a new direction. That’s always helpful.
“Yeah, I guess… so” Nicole had to stop and think about that phrase for a moment. No, it didn’t count. But if this woman wanted to believe it did, she wasn’t going to crush her spirit. “Like… on the other side… of the world. Crazy how that works, hm?” She drew a circle with her finger.
“Oh,” she nodded, gaze fixed on the flask. Well, if it was better than whiskey like the woman claimed it was, then she had to give it a second chance, didn’t she? More confident now, she extended her hand to request another sip. Sharing chinese liquor with a stranger –no, Bobbi– after an abrupt end to her run wasn’t how Nicole expected her morning to go. But being more spontaneous was good. She was trying, wasn’t she? She was forcing change, because waiting for it to happen to her had proven to be too slow of a process. As far as White Crest experiences went, this was far better than getting attacked by mutant clams. Which was what happened the last time she tried to run along the beach.
“What kinda puzzle? Like… like a brain one, cause….I might not be your guy– woman… I might not be–” there was no shame in admitting sometimes puzzles got the best of her. Now those jigsaw puzzles? Nicole could definitely figure those out. “Don’t– call me that” her smile faltered slightly. Her family used to call her that when she was a kid. And well, her family didn’t exist anymore. She didn’t want to think about that. “If you’re into nicknames… Nico. I guess, or Nic” she nodded, ready to move past introductions. “And I can help. I want to, I mean… let me help. I’ve been around long enough”.
“Heh,” Bobbi chuckled at the counter argument. How many times has she heard that before? As many times as she kept using her own argument to excuse her occasional reliance on alcohol to get over a slump. She was well aware of why that was a bad thing, which was mostly why she didn’t let the boys see her drinking her concerns away at the docks. It had never been an issue, especially during her time as a pirate, but this was a different time, and different times call for different policies. Personal ones at that. Bobbi sure as hell wasn’t going to encourage her crew to follow in her footsteps when those footsteps end up all over the place.
Bobbi watched as the other girl, Nicole, took another sip of the flask. She had no intention of being a bad influence on the alluring woman, but the huxian felt she probably needed the kick as well. Once or twice wouldn’t be a problem. It’s losing control to a habit that often becomes troubling. She should know. She’s been there, done that. A lot of that. These days, though, there’s been so many things to keep her from the bottle, namely, her crew. There are also so many things trying to draw her back in, like the puzzle, for example, or Marina’s threatening dominion over their fishing waters, but with the boys backing her, she should have no trouble fending off that temptation. Except for now, at least.
“All right, Nico, Nic,” Bobbi played with the names in her mouth, trying for herself which one sounded more favorable for her. The latter seemed like the most efficient option, though the former the more exotic one. Eh, she’ll figure it out later. For now, the more important matter was the thing. “You see, I have this thing,” she continued, making a face after taking another sip of her flask willy nilly. “It’s not on me right now but basically it’s, uhh, it’s drawing me, so to speak, to a place in town where…the heart sings.” She watched Nicole’s reaction at that last, rather ominous part. “That’s the thing that confuses me because, sure, there’s karaoke at the docks, places where people can sing, but I don’t think that’s what it means, right? These things are never that simple. Know any complicated places in town that fits the bill?”
Another sip of liquor down her throat, Nicole listened carefully while Bobbi explained her situation. Oh. It was so not the fun type of puzzle. Doubting her ability to be helpful, she could only do her best. Straight away, Bobbi was right about one thing: It was never that simple. She returned the flask, chewing on her bottom lip as she got down to think.
Nicole shook her head, if anything in an attempt to get her brain cells to connect. No, it was not about a karaoke. Frowning deeply, she gave it a go. “Heart sing is like…what’s the word for– it’s like, isn’t it sort of…not literal?” she licked her lips, looking at Bobbi for approval. Right? “When something makes you real happy? The heart sings.” Could she be mixing up phrases? It was a terrible time to have two languages floating in her head. But it made sense, she thought. Nodding at the woman in front of her, she continued. “What makes you happy? Like… uh, a hobby or your job, or… a person? ” it was too much of a personal question, possibly, but if it helped Bobbi with her puzzle then it would be worth it. “Or… or– a place, since it’s drawing you somewhere. Maybe it’s a place that makes you happy. Does– does karaoke make you happy?” Did karaoke have anything to do with this at all?
Help aside, and though Bobbi was clearly a grown woman capable of making her own decision, Nicole felt inclined to be cautious. A warning made her feel at peace with herself. “You know, uh– Bobbi. I wouldn’t follow anything that’s drawing me anywhere… if I were you” personal experience, she wanted to add. “Dangerous idea”. Following ominous voices around town always ended in someone suffering. Especially if magic was involved.
Bobbi squinted at Nicole, unintentionally, when she offered a suggestion. She had thought about that before. In fact, that was the very first thing that came to mind. But she didn’t hold on to the idea for long, believing it to be, well, stupid. No, I just hate emotions. So she went on ahead, jumped over that lead, and took to the things that were less emotional, less mopey, more fact-oriented. Colder, less feeling, more head-splitting. “I guess that’s something to think about.”
“Well, I mean, uhh…” When Nicole shot her the question, Bobbi found herself confused, with nowhere to hide, not unlike a deer caught in the headlights. She wanted to avert her gaze, scoot behind someone, but there were just the two of them out there. It would have looked very weird if she ran towards the couple laughing with each other from a very safe distance. “All of those and more?” Nice, a very safe answer. But not a very helpful one. She thought about it some more. Would it be that specific to her? Would the seashell even know the difference between her and, well, for starters, Nicole? Shouldn’t the answer be more general? She wasn’t even like most people in town. She was barely human. “Maybe more of a place that makes everyone happy? Everyone in town? Most people in town?”
“Hmm?” Bobbi couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the unsolicited advice. It didn’t offend her, only made her curious. Most people would be curious, at least on the surface, to follow something mysterious, an unknown trail that wasn’t screaming bloody sea monsters on the surface. Was there more to that than just a random cause for concern? “You mean exciting, right? Or is there something more you’d like to share? I mean, I’m not one to pry, but it’s just you and me, and even though we just met, sharing is caring, right?” Terrible, Bobbi. Just fucking terrible. This is why people shoot at you first.
Bobbi’s expression was too familiar for Nicole. How many times had she stared at people like that when asked a personal question? Brows twitched in sympathy. Did she look just as mortified too? She bit her lower lip, wondering if it would be better to get back to her run and ignore this whole encounter. But then Bobbi spoke, and dashed any hopes of pretending like she hadn’t asked that question. “I don’t know a single place that makes everyone happy. I think uh, since it’s you who’s being drawn to…wherever, it has to be something personal”. Those were the rules of creepy cursed objects, were they not? It wasn’t a one size fits all type of deal.
“Dangerous” Nicole repeated, as it dawned on her how hypocritical it was. As if she didn’t like to throw herself into danger despite her rational brain fighting her every step of the way. As if she didn’t work in one of the most supernaturally charged places in town. Just because she was self-aware didn’t mean she couldn’t be a hypocrite, right? She should have expected Bobbi’s follow up question. It was her turn to feel uncomfortable. She demanded the flask once again, considering the request. Just her and Bobbi. And the ghosts who might like to gossip. And the monsters with keen hearing. Hell, if she counted her spirit –which she hated to do so– there were currently three beings in this conversation. So, not just her and Bobbi at all.
Nicole took two swigs of liquor, scrunching up her face. No. Maybe it wasn’t going to taste any better. Keeping things to herself was so comfortable, so common for her. The resistance felt like she was bending a limb in the wrong direction. Unnatural. But if she could push back just a little harder, she could ensure that Bobbi would at least listen to her advice. “Uh– I lost… something. Very important– because… there was this voice…drawing me to places. Asking for things. Ended up getting involved with–” a spellcaster, she almost said. She stared at Bobbi in silence, face wrinkled with concern. “I probably can’t stop you, right? I just… I wanna make sure you’re thinking this through. Get back up. Plan a to b to z if you need to”.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too, but,” Bobbi heaved a sigh. She wasn’t one to be easily beaten by such things, but the past few days have burdened her mind with so many unnecessary troubles. Well, some of them were necessary. Hard not to stress over a missing friend. Or a friend getting attacked by wild plants. White Crest wasn’t a boring town, that’s one way to spin it. Might even give the politicians a run of their money. But Bobbi digresses. As she has done for those past few days. Should have concentrated on this thing. If only she really could. “...I won this thing in a contest, so I’m not even sure if the answer’s personal. Could be more general, especially if it was fishing for a random winner. Unless destiny and all that.”
Bobbi didn’t really believe in destiny or fate or anything preordained universal mambo jumbo. If she did, it would just burden her some more. Things like that felt very restrictive to the freedom-loving huxian. If her long-lived life was already written, then what was the point of doing anything? What’s the point of even trying, of exploring, of figuring out new things with excitement? If everything was already decided, then why would she bother? If fate or destiny or anything preordained did exist, though, Bobbi wouldn’t hesitate to fight them all off. She was her own woman, and she’d die before anyone else can take command of her own life, her voyage through this increasingly annoying world. “Well, isn’t all that very deja vu.”
Whatever was going on with Nicole, Bobbi felt an eerie familiarity with all of it. From the losing something very important part—hello, Jade Wind—to the voice drawing her to places thing, which was clearly kind of like the same deal the huxian had with the damned seashell, everything seemed quite similar. Well, everything aside from the asking for things bit. She wasn’t there yet, though she hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Having something nag you for things is never an ideal Monday. “That’s pretty sweet of you, Nicole, but, yeah, there’s no stopping me. I’ve got to see this through.” It could be the solution to my damned ghost problems. “But you’re right, I should get a back-up plan. Any suggestions?” And with that, the huxian looked the other woman down from head to toe rather suggestively. Foxes, right?
It wasn’t the answer Bobbi wanted to hear, Nicole could see that. In turn, another piece of the puzzle was revealed. “Oh. So–” her lips parted and she frowned again. That sounded decidedly less special. “You have it with you right now, or…” did she really ask for a peek at a potentially cursed object, despite her previous negative experiences with them? She was so disappointed in herself. “You might have better luck asking— Hm. You know uh, Amity road? They have places with weird objects. And…and people who know about them. Don’t think you’ll look too out of place there”. She didn’t know how willing Bobbi would be to ask for help elsewhere, but it was her best shot at getting some real answers.
Bobbi’s deja vu comment left her further confused, but Nicole had the sinking feeling that it was better not to ask. Curiosity killed the cat and all that. Her lips pressed into a line, disapproving as the woman confirmed her intention to continue with her quest. “Alright. I understand. I just– I–I think you’re wrong though,” and maybe it was progress that she could say as much without the unmistakable urge to cry that usually followed expressing any conflict. But Nicole couldn’t care about it in that the moment, because there was a person making terrible choices in front of her.
Nicole blinked at Bobbi, unsure what she was trying to ask. Or what her look meant. “Um– what do you…” Was she missing a cue? Surely she wasn’t being asked to be back-up for a person she just met. No, that sounded too out there even for White Crest (she hated the brief second she considered the possibility of saying yes. Stupid hero complex). No, it had to be something else. She raised the flask to her lips again and– why did she still insist on doing that? Giving it back to Bobbi, she rubbed her jaw as she considered what sort of backup would be needed for this. There wasn’t even a plan a, for starters. “I’d say not dying is uh, a pretty good plan. Guessing that’s– that’s your first move, though. So, back-up would be escaping or protecting yourself from whatever is waiting for you. Cause you know– it’s probably big and creepy and… has fangs”.
“Afraid not,” said Bobbi, and she fell silent. Her thoughts wandered back to where she had hid the damned thing, afraid to let it fall to unlearned minds. She had utmost faith in her crew, that they would never ever cross her. The very thought that one of them could, or would, betray her had not crossed her mind in years. Why would it? She had learned to be a better captain, a better friend, from all those years with bad men, worse men, better men. She had watched them all live and die and fight and cry. Their mistakes, she took as opportunities, as lessons to be learned. The last time a crewmate betrayed her? Centuries ago. The last man to see her true form, her hideous fangs. “Not really something I’d want to carry out in the open, you know?”
Bobbi nodded as Nicole offered another suggestion. Amity Road? When was the last time she was there? Probably the last time she had left the docks. No, wait, we made a delivery there last week. All those identities, all those time, all merging together in her head. Often, she gets lost in her own head trying to remember boring things. The dynamic memories, the ones with Lin Baozhai, now those things were hard to forget. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, when Nicole implied she’d look right at home at Amity Road. Wasn’t that place filled with freaks? Not that Bobbi should be offended. In every sense of the word, she was in fact a freak. “What do you mean by that? I wouldn’t look too out of place at Amity Road?”
“Well, yeah, duh,” Bobbi’s tone was less offensive and more annoying. After all, she was mimicking the way the younger boys of her crew used that response. Duh. Didn’t even make a whole lot of sense to her, but they seemed to always laugh about it afterwards. She thought it would be the same in this situation. “Stay alive, of course.” She’s survived all these years. She wasn’t looking to expire anytime soon. At least not until she gets her ship back. She’ll think about the rest after that’s done. “Big and creepy and has fangs?” Bobbi squinted at Nicole, not sure whether she knew more than she’d let on or if she was just like Brad Bradley guy who though he knew things but was just always high on whatever crap he was smoking. Not a good influence on her boys. “Sounds like a wolf. Or a werewolf,” she chuckled, as if she hadn’t taken on one in the past century. “I do like dogs, though.”
“Probably for the best. No– no, you’d keep that shit hidden, right?” Nicole was slightly disappointed, but for her own sake she convinced herself to feel relieved instead. It was better for her to stay away from all that magic crap. She blinked at the question, wondering if she had been unclear with her words. It was often the case. “Because you have… a creepy, potentially cursed object– and…and people over kinda do the whole… creepy cursed objects a lot. If you asked questions there, it wouldn’t be weird” On principle, she never would’ve recommended Amity Road to anyone, but since Bobbi’s problem required more creative solutions, she figured it was for the best. Though Bobbi didn’t look certain. “Why else? What did you think I meant?”
Bobbi knew about the existence of werewolves, at least. Nicole felt her brow rise at her nonchalance, but fought to keep her expression neutral. So why were they tiptoeing around each other then? It was implied they both knew about magic too. Maybe it was the apprehension of not knowing whether Bobbi was human or something else. That, and the fact that they were out in the open. “Yeah. I’m just– bullshitting. But…you never know–” What if the one who orchestrated the contest was just searching for future victims? She mirrored Bobbi’s chuckle in attempt to sound less paranoid, but it felt even weirder to laugh at that. “Dogs are great. Got one myself. Werewolves? not so much”.
Nicole chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, choosing not to worry Bobbi any further. “It doesn’t look like you’re scared though, so maybe…maybe you’re ready to go on whatever journey that thing has ready for you” she gestured vaguely at Bobbi’s pockets, though the object wasn’t there. “Hope that you’ll uh– hope that you solve that puzzle”.
“Oh, right, that checks out,” Bobbi has never been fond of being near Amity Road, despite the deliveries she often made there with John, not to mention the rare appearances she had to make for the sake of their other wares. More often, Bobbi preferred the same folks go to her at the docks instead, but the idea of risking the safety of her own people, the aunties and the more innocent folks of the docks, with the strange men that frequents the place appearing in their turf was enough to either make her do the traveling instead or abandon such deals altogether. As far as she was concerned, the docks needed to be as safe as she can make it. “Nothing. Just thought you meant I was weird or something.” …which she was, of course, a huxian with zero tails.
“Yeah, I prefer my canines either in my mouth,” Bobbi thought she was being witty when she pointed at her teeth to emphasize her terrible wordplay. “Or on four legs.” It was harder not to think of the shiba back home when talking about dogs. Or loyal friends. Not like not all dogs are not loyal friends because of course they all are. She wondered how the shiba was doing now, if the shiba still fancied Hong Kong like all those years ago. People, like all things, tend to change. She still had hope that the shiba would at least remember her.
Bobbi gave Nicole a warm smile, a parting gift or at least something to remember her by. She was not sure they would see each other again, but White Crest was a smaller town than anyone ever expected. People tend to come across each other in more ways than one, even if they intend not to, especially these days. These days, things have been weirder than ever, than Bobbi knew to handle. She wondered then if it was still safe to pursue the solution to her problem. “Thanks. Never really been scared of much, so here's hoping no one dies because of me, right?” That sounded way darker than she had expected it to be, but it was too late to say anything else now.
“Oh no– no, no. I… I see why you’d think that. But no.” Though Nicole might think such things to herself from time to time, she hadn’t reached the level of confidence or nonchalance to call someone weird to their face yet. And Bobbi didn’t look weird anyway, despite the fact that she was talking about magical objects in the middle of the beach. She had no reasons to imply something like that.
It took a moment for Nicole to understand the joke. She stood with half a smile etched across her face, slowly blinking at Bobbi’s teeth. Dogs. Canines. Mouth. Teeth. Oh. She let out a huff after that, nodding at her. It was probably too late to fully laugh at it without earning a strange look, but she could still appreciate the thought behind the joke. “I get it. Clever”.
Nicole sensed their conversation was reaching a natural conclusion and, for the most part, she felt proud of herself. She wouldn’t run back home overthinking every single thing she had said. Because of that, it was easy to mimic Bobbi’s smile. Maybe next time she found herself at the beach, she’d search for the woman, check whether or not her problem was solved by then. She really hoped so. Nicole wasn’t sure if Bobbi’s words were an attempt to minimize the situation, but it took her a few seconds to compose herself. “Uh, yeah– Here’s hoping…” she opened her mouth, wondering if she should go back to her initial warning. Really drawn the point across. But she bit her tongue, knowing Bobbi wouldn’t change her mind. “Ah. I should finish my…I’ll get going–” ideally, she’d find a place to get that water she needed. “Thanks for the drink… Bobbi” she pointed at the flask, taking a few steps back. “Hope you find those answers you want” She pressed her lips together, too concerned to flash a proper smile. In reality, she hoped those answers didn’t cost something close to her heart. Like it did for her.
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