#morrie is the only one doing Okay here
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wanna talk about your OCs I would love to hear about your OCs who are they 👀
Oh dear. Sorry I forgot I hadn’t posted this it was in my drafts lol Doing my historical OCs because, well. I wanna and I feel like if I delved into any of my fantasy/sci-fi ones we’d be here ages
Fred Norefleet.
Of all the naval and broadly maritime ocs I have conjured over the years, he’s the most pathetic. By god is he trying his best, but he has continuously come up short in everything he’s done. He tries so hard and his life until recently was just other folk deciding what he was gonna be for him. He’s silent unless spoken to, tends to miss the forest for the trees, stares at you really intently when you’re talking, wishes more than anything to disappear into the background and his first words were probably “I’m sorry.”
That being said, he’s deeply loyal and supports his sisters and uncle financially with his wages. He’s a prime navigator and very detail-oriented, a team player and quite sneaky when need be and might actually make a lieutenant if he didn’t have a spine made from celery. He’s also quite sensitive about his lack of any formal education, receiving the good chunk of it when he became a midshipman. Quite protective, especially after the wreck as a kid. Became a bit of a chronic helper and control freak after that. Absolutely shit at fighting but an excellent sailor. Once dug shot out of his own hip, made it into a coin and carved a ship on it to give to his Friend. He’s that kind of person. He’s trans.
Morwenna Norefleet.
If Fred’s first words were “I’m sorry” then Morrie’s were “WASSON MATE.” The older of the twins by a minute, she and Fred were stuck together like glue until he went away to sea. She taught herself to read by studying the Bible and writes regularly to her brother. As both of them swapped names and gender, they’re quite close. She wants to open her own public house and inn or at least buy one (all the papers in Fred’s name of course). She’s a total flirt, especially with the out of town tinners and any “foreign” sailors (upcountry), even though she’s never settled down what with the whole trans thing. Morwenna embroiders very intricate flowers and landscapes. She once tried to do a ship for her uncle and it was less of a ship than it was a box with sticks. When Fred wouldn’t speak after his shipwreck and time spent stranded when they were 11, she felt really hurt. Especially when he went away to sea the same year, she was really lonely and would often sit in the St Juliot’s graveyard and cry privately. Nowadays she’s alright! Constantly worrying about her brother but also, she’s looking after her other sisters and their children and her uncle and working in an inn and working in the pilchard cellar. Her hevva cakes are amazing. She’s the strongest person in this family, has a deeply rooted sense of self and has boundless self confidence without ever being arrogant. Community and family are what’s important to her most of all, she teaches what she knows of Cornish to her little family members and teaches them to write and read and once hit one unruly patron so hard he woke up crying.
Callum Tredwen.
A mess. Is actively being hunted down by his own brother, is an ex-navy lieutenant, a mutineer and now smuggler. He’s on a suicide mission. He’s a lesbian and has an extremely doomed and unspoken relationship with his first mate. He’s probably committed multiple war crimes, he took a 21-year old doctor hostage and kidnapped him. He ought to be dead but he just won’t die. He’s a dick. An asshole. He’s all the confidence of Morwenna but without any compassion for others (lies, he does, he just rarely acts on it), the anxieties of Fred without any of the perspective. He hits first to avoid ever being hit himself. He refuses to let himself be loved or taken care of. He’s gotten his dearest friends killed and his own self maimed. This man wants blood and he’s going to get it, whether it’s his own or someone else’s. It’s been years and his gender is still “eeeeh.” The 2nd messiest fucker.
#sorry it took so long#morrie is the only one doing Okay here#like yeah she’s got problems#but tbh she deals with them better than the other two#Tredwen and Fred interacting is so fucking funny to me#they couldn’t be further apart and yet share so many similarities#I love Morwenna though she’s so fun#she’s having her own adventures while Fred is having the worst time of his damn life. boys about to punch in his final card ya know?#she’d KILL him a second time if he did tbh#go to the underworld and drag his ass back up to kick his ass and hug hi#she’s a good sister!#she and the uncle are BFFs it’s great#I can’t write cis characters they all become trans or some flavour of queer#my BOYS (and GIRL!)#thanks for the ask!#ask#oc
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Kacey Dutton x reader
Readers out with kayce she hears a familiar voice and knows it's her abusive ex so she starts to run but kayce follows her in the restroom she tells him kayce calms her down " stay with me "
Dutton's Are Better
We got off of the truck walking inside the local bar. I found a spot near the bar that had two empty bar stools available. The bartender came over and we each got a beer. Kayce shifted the black cowboy hat on his head looking at me. “Sorry this isn't nothing fancy for date night.”
“It doesn’t have to be. I've had a whole life of it.” Turning my head in the direction of the young Dutton.
Kayce sent me a smile back. “Yeah.”
Kayce and I had met the day after his sister came into a confrontation between her and my father Roarke Morris. The company he works for wants to build an apartment on the land that the reservation and the Dutton families own. I first believed it was a good idea to make some change but seeing it now it would be horrible to ruin this place. “So what is so different about this date night then any of our others.”
“Why do you want to know?” He asked me sitting his beer bottle down in front of him.
I take a drink from my bottle. “You told me this was going to be a little different than our others. I wanna know how?”
At first we thought we'd always be enemies for as long as my father wanted to help destroy his way of life. He showed me the ranch one day when I was curious and wished to see it for myself. From that evening on some spark was born that we couldn't deny. Kayce reaches down into his pocket while getting down from his stool. “I was thinking we did this back at the ranch. But here works too I guess if you don't need some big spectacle.”
“Kayce, I'm serious. You could propose to me with a lollipop ring for all I care and I'd be happy - wait, are you actually proposing?”
Sure enough before my eyes Kayce John Dutton lowered himself down on one knee. “Y/n, I love you. I didn't think I would give my heart to anyone else after my divorce and then you came around. I thought we were going to tear the other apart by how much we fought. But somehow we've made it past that. So will you marry me?”
“Yes. I will-”
“Y/n, is that you?” My entire body froze where I spun on my feet seeing a familiar guy walking up to me.
I gulped nervously, bolting away from Kayce only uttering one name I wished I could forget. “Dylan…” Spinning in my boots throwing my hair around in the air leaving the young Dutton on a knee in front of me.
“Y/n!” Kayce called my name getting up from the ground.
Rushing my way through the hallway to the bathroom I pushed through the door. Shutting it behind myself I plastered my body up against the door. “He can’t be here now…he said he would never live out here.”
“Y/n, hey are you okay?” I heard Kaycee’s voice on the other side.
I croaked feeling a tightness in my chest beginning to form. “I’m fine, Kayce. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Did I do something wrong. I should have listened to Beth when she said proposing was too soon for us.”
I snapped at him. “No that’s not it.”
“Then what has you freaked out?” Kayce asked with concern in his tone.
I slowly turned around on my feet staring at the door figuring he was standing on the other side of the wooden door. “I saw my ex Dylan say my name out there. I never thought I’d see that abusive asshole again in my life.” Threading my fingers into my hair I knotted it up, sniffing through tears I didn’t want him to hear me sobbing.
“Y/n, listen to me. Please let me in. I can hear you crying darling.” Kayce spoke to me and before I knew it he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He stands in front of me gently closing the door behind him so we had privacy and locked it too. “Y/n?…”
I parted my mouth open slightly, mumbling out his name until I broke down sobbing. “Kayce…”
“Woah hey hey. Come here, darling.” He paused, opening his arms out for me. I raced into his embrace clutching the fabric of his brown jacket in my finger tips.
I cried into his chest for the next few minutes until I lifted my head up and he wiped the fallen tears on my cheeks. “What if he’s here to try and win me back?”
“That won’t be happening, baby. I love you and I’m hoping that you feel the same and I can slip a ring on ya. That sends a clearer message than anything…but only if you want to.”
I squeezed his hands in mine realizing I never told him my answer. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Kayce.”
He smiled reaching inside his jacket drawing out a ring. The ring was simple with one jewel in the middle that I got to look at when he slid it on my finger. “Don't worry about Dylan if he tries to come over and touch you I'll set him straight.” Kayce holds out his freehand and grabbed the door to open it with his other hand.
“Thank you, Kayce.” I placed my hand in his and we walked back to our seats. The evening went fine till we tried to leave so Kayce did end up knocking my ex on the ground with a punch. Thankfully no charges were put on him since we later found out from the sheriff that my ex Dylan was plastered drunk.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
#kayce dutton#kayce dutton x fem!reader#kayce dutton x reader#kayce dutton fanfic#luke grimes#yellowstone series#yellowstone masterlist#yellowstone imagine#yellowstone x reader#ask box is open for anything#yellowstone#wattpad fanfiction#requests open#comments really appreciated#yellowstone fanfic
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so, after trials and tribulations and many many insults thrown the way of bad quality vhs, i proudly present you: the translation of the video of vale's eighteen birthday!
when there were long pauses between the dialogue, i put the timestamp before it. my comments are between [] .
video and translation under the cut :)
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Vale (VO): the “Valentino Rossi production” presents, in collaboration with the idiots of Tavullia, this epic footage.
Vale(VO): Valentino Rossi, the man, the rider, the moron, turns eighteen
Vale(VO): there’s a new name in the register of the Carabinieri [cops] of Tavullia, it’s him, Valentino Rossi, the kid with a man’s body and the IQ of a boiled zucchini. He gets from his father a great shaft and the brain of the chicken he used to keep on a leash. Valentino Rossi, the man, the rider, the moron, when he gets interviewed he says about himself “I’m Valentino Rossi” and then he loses his focus. He doesn’t like to define himself a nepo baby because he doesn’t know what it means. The one who merges the spirit of a rider with the hair of a folk drummer. Everybody seeks him, everybody calls him, but once they get to talk with him they mourn the loss of the answering machine.
Vale(VO): contacted by the Philip Morris International for a contract of billions, he declines the offer because he doesn’t smoke. Valentino Rossi, he rocks! And the Aprilia makes a wheelie.
Vale(VO): the next one will be his second year of competing in the world championship, but he still thinks he’s riding on a minibike, and he’s perpetually desolated because after the chequered flag he can’t find the turtle on his helmet. Nowadays, he’s the only rider paid by the Japanese to stay with Aprilia. Let’s enter his kingdom, his home, thing that sometimes he can’t do because he topples over in his ape car in the parking lot below.
(4.44)
Boy1: Marshall
Boy2: Oh, let me look at the video
Boy1: Marshall
Boy2: C’mon, get out of there
Boy1: Marshall. What then?
Vale: How are you?
Boy2: Nice, with the Marshall starting
Vale: Cosmic
[i have honestly no clue what this conversation is supposed to mean. It might be an inside joke, or they could be taking about an actual marshal of the Carabinieri]
Int: Valentino Rossi, how does it feel to be eighteen?
Vale: eh, how does it feel... eighteen years old, it’s an important age, we’ve all become a bit older, I have – rather than we have – gotten more mature compared to when i was younger, you don’t do the things you used to anymore, we’re all way calmer, basically now is... now it’s time to leave the fun behind and to get serious
(6.26)
Vale(behind the camera): Come on! Super risky!
Vale: Do it here!
Vale: Go again!
Vale: Now it’s sure [unintelligible] get down!
Vale (after the guy “jumps” with the bike): You need, you need the feeler gauge to measure how high he jumped! We measure it with gauge! (laughs)
Boy: even the wheels!
Boy: vale?
Vale: eh?
Boy: turn it off
Boy: incredibly-
Vale: wait, wait- okay, now go, a comment on this sensational jump- super high, a jump out of this world, done by Michele
Boy: incredibly, the wheels touched the ground even on the [unintelligible]
Michele: that’s thanks to the suspensions, really... optimal, that let me-
Vale: a question Michi, wait-
Michele: -all this speed, and...
Vale: I’m zooming on you... but how did you do it?
Michele: Oh God, i don’t-
Vale: fucking hell, it was sensational, a-
Michele: the good thing is-
Vale: -mind-blowing jump
Michele: did you see how i got down?
Vale: ah- fuck, no
Michele: you didn’t see it?
Vale: it was out of the thingy, out of the lens and.... now we try the calibre and we measure [unintelligible]
Voices: Whooo, let’s go!
Vale: show off!!
Vale: now we will show you a trick, that even Orfei [name of a famous circus]- Orfei came to Tavullia and asked us to perform it. Look. It’s on the verge of the unpredictable
(8.46)
Boy1: Oh god
Boy2: another Panda
Boy2: three motor scooters, incredible, incredible!
#valentino rossi#motogp#lesbian vale#finally finished it oh god the audio it's barely intelligible half of the time
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Alfons vs Roger event (Part 1)
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
Crown’s relationship is perfectly balanced.
Though they couldn’t be considered friends or family, there’s an unspoken connection and trust.
—Well, except for a certain “pair”.
Alfons and Roger: Unbelievable.
Kate: Did something happen? You two said that together the minute you came back from the mission.
Today, Alfons and Roger were supposed to be chasing after a serial killer who had caused quite a stir.
Roger: Al, if you’d drawn him over, I could’ve sent him to the after life in a heartbeat.
Alfons: Wow, you’re putting the blame on another? Had I not chased after you, you would have dropped dead.
Roger: I’m gonna wrap those words with a ribbon and give them back to you.
Alfons: Then I’ll wrap that ribbon around your neck.
Kate: Um, so what happened to the criminal in the end?
Alfons and Roger: William happened.
Meaning William, who seemed to have gone ahead, took care of the criminal instead of these two who couldn’t work together at all.
Kate: Regardless, I’m glad the criminal was caught.
Alfons and Roger: I’m not.
Kate: Huh?
Alfons: Every time I go on a mission with Roger, my delicate heart gets another scratch. Ahhh, woe is me!
Roger: What delicate heart. A delicate guy wouldn’t come at you himself. (•̀ ⌓ •́)
(This sort of sight isn’t surprising anymore)
Alfons and Roger have known each other since they were kids.
Had they been old friends, they would’ve gotten along exceptionally well. However, it;s the complete opposite for the two of them.
(I have a feeling that these two have the worst relationship in Crown…)
Roger: Geez, I can’t deal with this anymore.
Alfons: Oh, then be my guest. Please leave Crown and live as you like.
(A Crown resignation emergency?!)
I look around, but unfortunately, I seem to be the only one around to intervene.
(What do I do, what do I do? Ah, I got it!)
Kate: You two! I won’t give you any chocolates if you keep fighting!
Alfons and Roger: Chocolate?
Roger: Oh yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day today, isn’t it? No wonder the city was bustling.
Alfons: I heard you were making “sweetheart chocolates” last night, Miss Kate.
Kate: How did you know?
Alfons: I’m the well-informed Mr. Sylvatica.
Last night I was baking sweets with the maids when they encouraged me to make some “sweetheart chocolates”.
(I was planning on eating them all myself…)
Roger: Sounds good. I was gettin' tired of fighting. Let’s have a contest, Al.
The winner gets Kate’s chocolates and serves the loser. How’s that sound?
Alfons: It’s the best of the worst of preferences. Yes, I like that.
Kate: Hold on, what is this?!
Alfons: So, what sort of contest are we doing? Anything beside a fistfight is fine.
Ah, how about this. We have two shots of vodka, one of which is poisoned. A game with no hard feelings that can be won immediately.
Roger: If one of us kicks the bucket, then there’s no point in the servant rule. Then-
The games the two kept suggesting were so outrageous that it made me dizzy.
(At this rate, a city or two is going to get blown up. What the heck do I do?)
Victor: O~kay my cute cursed ones! This nonsense stops here.
Kate: Victor!
Victor: You two fight the moment I take my eyes off of you. Bad, I say. Bad!
Alfons/Roger: It’s Roger’s fault./It’s Al’s fault.
Victor: I’m not blaming anyone.
I don’t mind the contest, okay?
However, I don’t like negative games where the other dies from poison and things like that.
I can’t afford to lose either of you. That’s not cute at all.
Kate: ……Not cute?
Victor: So here’s my proposal.
Remember my friend, Viscount Morris?
Alfons: He’s the rich eccentric who owns a luxury cruise ship.
Victor: Yes, yes. The viscount’s beloved niece’s birthday is today.
A birthday party will be hosted in one of his estates.
The girl in honor has fled. I believe she went out of the country on vacation.
Alfons: She’s a runaway horse, isn’t she? Perhaps a consequence of being raised like a princess. A pity.
Victor: The viscount came to me in tears, so I considered going as her double…
Roger: If the lady suddenly became huge and burly, that’d make a failure of a party.
Victor: Therefore, Kate. I want you to pretend to be the lady.
Kate: I knew this was where the story was going.
Victor: Haha, you’re becoming more like Crown!
So, Alfons, Roger, I want you two to serve as Kate’s caretakers so that she doesn’t get exposed.
Roger: But what’s that gotta do with our contest?
Victor: Hm, that’s actually a good question!
How about you compete for “friendship points” while acting as caretakers?
Kate: What are “friendship points”?
Victor: Simple. You get a point if you’re friendly to the other.
Oh, and the judge is Kate of course.
Roger: So the winner’s the one with the most points and gets Kate’s chocolates.
The proposal was completely unexpected, but it sounds like a good way for the two to get along.
Kate: I think it’s a good idea. I’ll also help the viscount.
Roger: If the little lady’s fine with it, then I’m game.
Besides, it sounds like we’re gonna get kicked because of this pointless fight.
Alfons: I feel as if I’m being forced into something troublesome, but I’m fine with it.
I’d also like to put an end to this pointless fight. Well…
She and the chocolate will ultimately be mine.
Roger: You sure? I take what I want. You ready for that?
Alfons and Roger looked at me, and I blink in return.
Alfons, in an overly gentlemanly manner, shook Roger’s hand.
Alfons: Let’s have a fair, “friendly” match, Roger.
Kate: Ah. That’s one friendship point for you, Alfons!
Roger: What? Damn it, that was dirty.
Alfons wipes his hand, which had touched Roger’s, with a handkerchief.
Alfons: There’s nothing clean or dirty in this contest, is there Miss Kate?
Victor: Mhmm, it’s charming how they’re becoming fast friends. Fabulous!
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WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO?
WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO? FEM!READER X EDDIE DIAZ
APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES
SUMMARY: while waiting in the waiting room to hear about his best friend, eddie thinks about what the world would look like without her, one he doesn't want to live without.
inspired by what would this world do? by maren morris
cw: death, swearing, blood, graphic injuries (please let me know if i missed anything!)
lowercase is intentional! wordcount: 1.2k
a/n: this is the end of the hq series <3 i wanna thank everyone who’s supported this series this last year, i cannot wait for my next one !! thank u thank u thank u <33
IT WAS ONE SIMPLE CALL.
a call that shouldn’t have gone so far south as it did.
a simple 9-1-1 call for an elderly woman needing medical attention, turned into eddie diaz performing CPR on his best friend, trying to save her life. she had taken two steps back into the street, not seeing a car speeding towards her, before she got hit.
eddie watched in horror as her body flipped, the gut-wrenching scream y/n had let out, before her head hit the pavement, and she was out. he saw the life immediately come out from her, and her breathing come to a stop, before the 118 was able to do anything.
“c’mon!”eddie yelled over the commotion of sirens in the distance, knowing bobby had just called for backup, “c’mon peaches! don’t give up on me now!” the sirens got closer, but eddie never stopped. he refused to. not where there was a chance he could get his best friend back to life.
“eddie!”
eddie’s head swung back as he was pulled away from the h/c girl, ready to fight whoever had grabbed him, before he saw it was buck, and the paramedics from the 113 had taken over, loading y/n up into their truck and speeding off.
“what the hell!”eddie shouted, feeling emotion rise up in him, “where are they taking her?!”
“to st.johns.”buck told him calmly, trying to keep it together for the both of them, but deep down, he was scared beyond belief for the girl he considered to be like a sister to him. “i almost had her back!”eddie felt tears prick at his eyes as he swallowed the sob that threatened to escape his lips, “i can’t lose her.”
“i know.”buck squeezed eddies shoulders, trying to comfort him the best he could, “we’re going to meet them at the hospital. we’ve gotta be strong for her.” eddie nodded, locking down his emotions before walking back towards the truck, seeing something shimmer from the corner of his eye.
walking back towards the road, eddie crouched down, before letting the piece of metal slide through his fingers. his brown eyes glanced down, seeing the angel wings y/n always wore around her neck, splattered with blood.
his hands shook as he walked back towards the truck, trying his best to stay put together for not only y/n, but the rest of the 118. ‘she had to be okay. she had to.’ eddie thought as they sped towards the hospital, sirens and all. he didn’t know what he would do without her.
and he didn't want to know.
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IT HAD BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE THEY HAD GOTTEN TO THE HOSPITAL,
and still no word on y/n, leaving eddie sitting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, with an uncomfortable feeling, one he absolutely hated.
his fingers ran over the jagged metal wings, with his leg bouncing anxiously up and down, thinking over all the times he had with y/n, and what she would miss if she wasn’t here. glancing up for a moment, he noticed someone walking by with a peach in their hand, causing his thoughts to stop racing for a moment.
peaches.
it was a nickname only eddie had called the woman, after a spur of the moment meeting between the two, and y/n southern drawl had poked out. he had soon learned the girl was from georgia, and had left for the same reason he did.
to get a new start in life.
it took awhile, but the two had become vital in each other’s lives. from y/n picking up chris from school when carla couldn’t, to eddie giving y/n a place to live after she got kicked out from her apartment. they meant so much to each other. she was the glue that held the 118 together.
life would go on for everyone. the brides would walk the isles in june, the evening news about fires the 118 had put out that day would continue running, they would continue going out to calls, but it wouldn’t be the same.
not without the girl from athens georgia that he loved, and his son absolutely adored. how was he going to tell chris? how would he explain that the woman his son looked up to, spent so much time with and adored so much was gone?
‘no.’ eddie thought, shaking his head slightly, refusing to think of the worst outcome in this situation. he refused. y/n was going to be fine, and he knew it. she had to be.
he knew there would be constants in life, with the sun setting into the ocean every night, picking up chris every friday and taking him out for ice cream with buck, but the only constant he wanted in his life was at risk.
what was his world going to do without her?
eddie didn’t know, and he refused to know.
it felt like hours before a doctor came out, and the entire 118 rushed towards him, hoping for the best news possible.
it was the bloodied scrubs eddie first noticed, making him sick to his stomach knowing it was her blood, and then he noticed the look on the doctor's face, knowing something wasn't right. the final nail in the coffin was the words that came out of his mouth next.
“her injuries were too extensive, there was internal bleeding, and we weren’t able to stop it.”the doctor told them, and eddie saw bobby, hen, and chimney’s face’s fall.
“so what are you saying?”buck stuttered, and eddie felt tears prick at his eyes once more, not being able to stop them from falling this time, knowing what the end result the doctor was about to say.
“i’m sorry, we couldn’t save her.”
eddie felt his heart shatter in a million pieces as he stormed out of the hospital, and he could hear the cries of his coworkers behind him, knowing this was about to destroy all of them.
she couldn’t be gone. she couldn’t. he couldn’t lose her. he refused to.
but here he was, with a loud sob ripping through him as he sank against the truck that sat outside the emergency room, realizing he had just lost the girl he loved the most.
what was he going to do without you?
#eddie diaz#humble quest#humble quest writing series#eddie diaz x reader#911#9-1-1#evan buckley x reader#evan buckley#911 on fox#911 spoilers#evan buckley fanfiction#evan buckley x y/n#eddie diaz x y/n#eddie diaz fluff#eddie diaz fic
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Queer Books November 2023
🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!
❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck
🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt
💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root
💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse
💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright
💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey
❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess
🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes
💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon
💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry
💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor
🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor
❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin
🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam
💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel
💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed
💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt
💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen
❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes
🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams
💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng
💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree
💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske
🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull
❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle
🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas
💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James
💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess
💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor
💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh
🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson
💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith
💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer
💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry
🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris
❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta
🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart
💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield
💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak
💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James
💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat
❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green
🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White
💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson
💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver
💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett
🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo
❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa
🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook
💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman
💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison
💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si
💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr.
❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid
🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers
💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater
💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson
💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans
🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham
❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan
🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran
💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling
💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir
💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff
💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali
❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside
🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl
💛 Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis
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🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles
❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer
🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose
💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters
💚 System Overload by Saxon James
💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne
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❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont
🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne
💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey
💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson
💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde
🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin
❤️ The Queer Girl is Going to be Okay by Dale Walls
🧡 Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black
💛 Leverage by E.J. Noyes
💚 Alice Sadie Celine by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
💙 Godly Heathens by H.E. Edgmon
💜 Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher
❤️ To Kill a Shadow by Katherine Quinn
🧡 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa
💛 For Never & Always by Helena Greer
💙 A Demon’s Guide to Wooing a Witch by Sally Hawley
💜 Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 8 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù
🌈 A Carol for Karol by Ann Roberts
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I literally woke up in the middle night because I needed to rant about this okay there are so many things that I love about the Bruce Timm Batman Universe and so many things that I hate with a passion
because without the Bruce Timm Batman Universe we would not have Batman Beyond which is one of my favorite series; it is deeply flawed but I kind of love it's flaws, most of them anyway, but the thing is right? at some point some executive said to the writing staff "hey no you can't have dead Jason Todd in your show" and like okay fair - children show can't depict dead children that's fair - but then years later the writing team was like "Hey what if we did something worse than kill a kid what if... What if we f****** Take a kid Have the Joker kidnap him Torture him Brainwash him And then have him kill the Joker Only not really And then He's still screwed by the end... Would that be better?" And it's like no! no it would not! What is wrong with you?! But that's what they did A full seven years before under the Red Hood was Published and Jason Todd was officially resurrected they were like "you know what? we're not going to have a dead Robin we're going to have something worse" and again it is arguably the worst thing about Batman Beyond and the Bruce Timm Universe - Do I love the idea of Terry McGinnis fighting the Joker? Yes of course I do! it's brilliant! I love it because Terry is such a different Batman than Bruce Timm's original Bruce Wayne. Long long before Grant Morris Had his run of the comics with Dick Grayson as Batman We got a Batman who told jokes and made quips! And was hilarious! And also badass! And then we got to see him kick the Joker's ass! and I love that! But God I hate that it had to come at the expense of poor Tim Drake - and sometimes I think that the writers maybe have always hated Tim Drake? and I don't know why and I can't prove it but that's my theory.. if I'm being honest here what I believe happened, and I don't feel like looking this up but I'm sure someone could, I feel like the writers wanted to bring back the Joker but they were like "we can't do that he's got to be dead by now" and they were like "all right how do we get him into the future" and then someone was like "hey why is it that Bruce is all alone in the future like not even dick is around?" and someone else was like "oh! oh what if? what if they're not around because something happened in the family to the last robin?" and they were like "wait we can't write a story where Robin dies that's Jason Todd's story and we were specifically told don't do that" and they were like "just hear me out - let's make it worse"
Tldr: I have complicated feelings about "Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker" and its 3am
#batman#batman beyond#return of the joker#bruce timm#under the red hood#jason todd#tim drake#bruce wayne#dick grayson#terry mcginnis#barbara gordon#ramblings#shut up rae#i need to sleeeeep#its 3am#is this anything#i cant even call this analysis its just nonsense
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“Teach me then”
Eren x fem! Reader
CW: Smut, skimpy outfits, cussing, lowkey bimbo Y/N, implication of shortness, hoe ass Eren, Y/N cheating.
Enjoy <3
Eren went over the question for the tenth time and you just was not getting it. He was getting impatient cause he had a party to go to and get dressed for. Only reason he was here was for the extra cash.
Little did he know you had a small plan in you midst.
“Ohhh I get it now you carry over the 3 in the calculator.” You grabbed the calculator and you’re spaghetti strap to your tank top slipped to the side.
As you purses out your lips you typed so your lip gloss could shine better. You saw his frustration slip away as your top slowly became undone as you typed.
“Is this right?” You put the calculator on the table and your breast rested on the table. You rested your hand on your head as you pouted. He grabbed the calculator and then looked at you.
“Yeah this is right.” You started to yawn.
“You want some soda Eren.” You got up and those shorts where borderline underwear. When he looked up from his watch his eyes shot open from the sight.
“Umm yeah hurry up I got this party to go to.” You put your nail at the tip of your lip.
“Oh yeah some girls did say you where going, how many did you plan on getting with?” You walked off into the kitchen so he could follow you.
Stupidly he got up and followed behind you.
“A couple and I was going to smoke some weed.” He finally answered resting his back against the counter.
“Oh really.” You started to go into your fridge, and bent down to get the sodas from the drawer.
“Oh that sounds fun.” You subtly shook your ass as you got the drinks. Once your got them your strap was getting dangerously low.
“Fix your shirt strap.” He said watching you as you walked next to where he was laying at.
“Oh I’m sorry.” You giggled lightly.
“You’re fine.” You looked down and them gray sweat pants where working over time.
“Um Ren.” He looked from his phone and your eyes met.
“Can you get those chips in the cabinet. I would but I don’t want to climb the counter.” You smiled, and he followed your request. His shirt rising seeing his v line and how sculpted his chest was.
“Eren I need help in one more subject, I promise you won’t regret it.” You used your finger to motion him to follow you.
Once you got to your bedroom door.
“Wait till I say come in okay.” He nodded and you ran in your room. You started to pull your pants and panties down, just leaving that tight ass spaghetti strap top on.
“Okay you can come in.” He opened The door. And immediately he started to smile about it, guess when you been through everyone it don’t phase you.
He spread open your legs and started to adore your clit. He then forced your mouth open with his fingers, your spit all over his fingers. He started to finger your pussy while his thumb treated your clit.
It wasn’t loud but you made small lewd noises along with your wet sounds.
“I’m sorry for think you where stupid. You just needed some good dick huh?” He started to go faster with his finger as his veins protruded.
“Answer me sweetheart.” You where trying to hard to talk but your couldn’t, only make those adorable noises to him.
“Yes~.” You managed to say through your pleasure crisis.
It was so good the only thing you could do it hold his wrist with both of his hands. He kept going till he saw small amounts of cream on his fingers.
“Why’d you stoppp~.” You whined.
“What was that nickname you called me princess?” You could hear him pull down his boxers and pants.
“Com’on tell me.” His voice so Intoxicating.
“R-REN~!” He put himself inside of you. It was so much to take in, you’d never had this big before.
As he was making himself a brand new snug spot, you’d make you noises once again and occasionally call him.
Then he began going at a regular pace, your tank top was staring his journey of being undone. As he was pumping he watched you, the way your eyes where lidded and how your mouth slightly open for your cute moans and mewls.
You squeezed around him so tight, it was like nothing else. The way you’d instantly reach out to him while you where overstimulated, drove him insane. You where so hot and didn’t even realize it.
He started to pump harder ready to risk it all and cum, but did he really want to go this party or let this perfectly good pussy go to waste. He pulled out and you started to whine at the lost.
He laid in the bed.
“Come here and sit on my face.” Your eyes widened a bit.
“What if you can’t breathe.” You said as you sat on your knees in-front of him.
“Don’t worry about that come here.” You did as you where told and sat on his face. As soon as you balanced yourself he started to lick. Your eyes started to fly back grabbing onto his chest for support. He took his hands and held your hips as you bucked against his tongue.
It was so good you wanted to treat him too. So far he’d been putting in all this work. So your bent foward and finally paid attention to how long it was. Your eyes grew big as you saw it.
“All of that went in me!?” You thought.
Then you put your mouth around the tip licking your tongue on it as you where getting used to the girth in your mouth. You could feel the shallow breaths come from his mouth when he paused. That simple manner felt so good against your clit.
Then he went back to eating like it was his last meal. You tried to suck him but the only thing you could do was moan on his dick. If you asked him that was enough cause he had to hold himself back so much.
He then tapped your ass to signal he was done. When you got up you put yourself on the center of his chest.
You two shared a look both of you where seeing if it was okay to kiss, and you too went in for a kiss. He pulled you up from cupping your ass, it was too deep and passionate to feel like a one time thing. It was intoxicating and taking over all your thoughts.
Soon your tongues swirled and danced against each other. Small smacking sounds could be heard throughout the room. When you two finished kissing and pulled away the saliva trail went between the both of you.
Your tongue still hung out a bit and Eren took his thumb to it. Looking up from his laying position. “Open baby open.” You opened your mouth lewdly as he held your tongue. He took some spit from your mouth and started to lather it up on his dick.
“I have lube you should of just said that.” You got up from his chest and went to your bedside table. Your ass on pure display. Eren sat up and started to smack it and play with it while you digger through your drawer.
“Eren stop I’m trying to find~.” One hard smack was all it took for you to just keep searching. Once you found it you went into Eren’s lap. Your back was against his chest and his dick was between your thighs as yo lathered it up.
He purposely moaned and groaned in your ear as you pumped him. His hand wrapped around you with no where to go. After a few minutes you just wanted to keep hearing it.
“Hop on baby.” His said the air from his breath against your ear and he began to kiss your neck.
“Okay.” You used him to brace yourself as you inched your way down. He couldn’t take it much longer so he just slammed you down.
You moaned out in surprise.
“Take it easy baby.” He took your hand and rested it onto of the bulge he made. He started to help you go up and down and you rested your head against his shoulder.
“Fuck you feel so good.” The only way you could reply was moans. He kept you in motion, while you just took it all in you couldn’t even move.
“Turn to me baby.” His voice and dick had you in a trance. You just followed every word you where seeing the power he had.
When you turned to him he smiled at you. It was so seductive like he was tell you “I know your fucked up you like it don’t you.” You couldn’t even be mad cause you did.
You started a kiss as you bounced up and down, your ass slapping against his thighs. He just held you face and when you pulled away to moan he’d tell you. “Take it baby good girl.” As your eyes closed and the moans grew louder the farther you went down.
You looked so beautiful you him, no matter how fucked out you where you looked like a princess. He laid you on the bed cause he saw how tired you gotten. You held your legs next to your head and looked at him with big eyes. He rubbed some more lube on and started to rub his tip on your clit.
“Haa.” You took a loud breath as you shook your clit had gotten so sensitive after all his games. He then went in and he started to pound. Your moans filled his ears once more, it was music to him no different form a hit on the radio.
Your lips that where once covered in lip gloss where now covered in pre cup, All plump and swollen hickeys littered your collar bone as well. This was something Eren never did to a girl he didn’t want to leave a remnants of himself on none of them… but for you he’d leave as many love bites as he could. He didn’t want nobody else to have this.
And whoever did have it before him is a fool. He’d never been so close to tapping out so many times in one session. He finally met his match.
He picked you up for the grand finale. Then the door bell rang. You both look down the hallway, Eren carried you to the door his dick still all up in your guts.
“H-Hello~.” Your voice had been soft contrary to your moderately loud one.
“Hey Y/N it’s me.” It was your boyfriend your face ran cold.
“Hey babe.~” Eren laughed against your ear.
“That’s the guy that isn’t hitting right huh? He doesn’t deserve this pussy.” He started ramming your while you held onto him trying to control your moans.
“You gonna let me in Y/N?” He’d sounded confused.
“N-N-N.” Your eyes where flickering so much as you started to squirt on his dick.
“No.” Eren answered for you he made his voice loud and clear. Your squirt and moan’s for Eren where audible through the door.
You started to grasp onto Eren as you continued to cum. He soon same right after your high your boyfriend had left from the door by now.
“I’ll gladly take his place.” Eren said kissing your neck to leave more hickeys. You grasped onto his hair as he did, you know what you did was fucked up but it’s Eren Yeager after all.
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MOON TIME
Most of where they've landed is completely obscured by dust storms, and there's a makeshift encampment built around where the bridge lands. There's plantlife, too -- mostly scrub brush and ivy -- but as they land they're immediately in initiative as they try to hide from anyone who might be in this encampment or coming across the bridge behind them.
There are MOON WOLVES???
There's a bell in the encampment and they ring it to summon moon wolves.
With a darkness spell for cover, FCG uses the staff they got to make a passwall through a cliff.
god the fact that Laudna is the only one who can see through the darkness spell and is actively giving directions to a blind Ashton to get them to the exit, just like Morri's trial--
The gravity on Ruidus is about the same as on Exandria -- it differs slightly, but not enough to impact their movement or anything.
Also, it's a great little detail that there are also reilorans on this side of the bridge that are scared shitless of this conflict just like some of the Vanguard members were on the Exandria side.
Nope, they're not moon wolves, they're moon lizard-panthers with a jaw like that one fucked up drawing of Yoshi, and the reilorans are riding them.
Once again, FCG's abysmal spell save DC is a genuine problem. Like, I get that Sam's bit is that he doesn't know how to build a cleric, but having a spell save of 15 at level 11 is...... riding a line, for sure.
FCG update: "It's not luck, it's faith, so it's okay." Their Changebringer coin gives them a luck point (presumably once per day). They reroll a nat1 stealth check to save the fucking day as the Bells Hells flee into the encampment and hide amongst the Ruby Vanguard members. Interestingly, Sam is playing it like FCG didn't actively use the coin, rather that FCG believes it just spontaneously happened at the will of the Changebringer, which is actually really fucking cool.
Distractions save the day, and they successfully cast gaseous form to escape. As they do, they get some info about Ruidus' atmosphere: though there aren't active storms at the moment, there is a constant wind.
MID-SESSION LEVEL-UP! I'll have a separate post for this :)
With a nat20, Chetney is able to guide them as they traverse across the surface of Ruidus as gaseous clouds. He uses Exandria to determine the direction they're traveling, which means that Ruidus is not only tidally locked to Exandria, but that it is also orbiting at the same speed Exandria is rotating -- it's literally tethered by a rigid line.
They're trying to make for the city that they saw in Ira's scatterscope, but it's a long way off, and they need to rest.
Rather than being the occasional storm or hurricane on a clear surface, Ruidus' atmosphere looks more like an occasional clearing, an occasional eye of the storm, in a sea of hurricanes and dust. (a Hamilton reference? in MY 2024??)
As they fly, they see 13 beasts gliding through the storm: they're buffalo-like, with six legs and high haunches, bolting across the surface of Ruidus and leaving cracked earth in their wake. They have furry hides that curl around over a dozen horns that wreath their face, running at a full sprint toward a dust storm. (Travis provides us with some top-tier Texan insight: buffalo and bison will charge toward a dust storm to get through it faster.) The creatures are bovine, vegetarians (square, flat teeth), and prey animals. There are a handful of younger ones, but full-grown, they're about 10 feet long.
They leave the buffalo alone, though, and find shelter in a nearby mountain range to take a short rest. They find that it's cold here; the storm cause the temperature to drop.
In the cave they're resting in, they find the remnants of an old camp. Chetney uses grim psychometry on it, and finds that it was used by a traveler sheltering from a storm; the traveler's mount bolts, and is swallowed by something in the wastes. They still, hold their breath, but the ground beneath them quates -- they try to find somewhere to escape, upward, to the surface, but there is no escape, and the shadows take the traveler, too.
There's definitely no connection whatsoever between the thing in the crust of Ruidus and the fissures that open throughout the Hellcatch Valley. Nope, none at all
As Imogen rests, she notices that there's an ever-present reddish energy that sits around her and the entire landscape. It's like she can see the magnetic field of a planet, but it's centered on her and Fearne -- centered on the Ruidis-born. It's like that energy never went away, was never expended -- there's an ethereal tether between Imogen and Fearne.
Also, this might be nothing, but Matt refers to Ruidus as a "planet" multiple times here.
It's like all the Ruidis-born are part of a living network -- and Fearne and Imogen both gain an additional character feat: they can "share magic." Imogen can expend her sorcery points to give Fearne spell slots, and Fearne can expend spell slots to give Imogen sorcery points.
This basically confirms that everyone else in the Bells Hells is not Ruidus-born; but it does raise questions about whether Fearne and Imogen can sap spell slots/sorcery points from people like Otohan or Liliana, and vice versa.
Chetney will keep his eyes peeled for "anything Seelie in nature." Again, this definitely has no implications regarding his shadow-touched feat whatsoever.
As they rest, Imogen reaches out to Predathos. It doesn't take long for the feeling to take her, the feeling of dropping out of her own consciousness -- "you feel that overwhelming presence, that vibrates like the most ancient snore. You feel that connection, that welcoming earnest draw, like you've never belonged to anything more in your life, and you feel that tug down. Down. Down. And then you feel it shift as it notices you. You hear in your mind, in your soul, in every atom of your body, you feel it -- welcome home. Join us. Wake us. They're not even words, they're just emotions that your brain can try to comprehend -- the way that it swallows you, shapes you, the steel will you tried to build just breaks you, and you let it all in. When you do, you are pulled deeper into the darkness, and you can see hundreds of little red lights here -- so many of them. One that looks like Fearne, one that looks like your mother -- and they're all moving down. And you feel all of you -- connected and networked, and they're all looking toward you. You hear them once more. Wake us. Do you resist? [Yes.] The series of red threads, bridges between all of these Ruidus-born -- they gather, and are still gathering, for what purpose you don't understand but now you do -- to wake them, wake it -- they get stronger, and you pull back, and in the memory of being a child being lost in these dreams, you scream, and the darkness shatters." Imogen's eyes, her spiderweb scars, glow red like an ember, and Laudna cradles her.
Whatever is sleeping inside Ruidus, it isn't awake yet. There is still time. But Imogen doesn't know if she can fight it again -- and she denies that she herself is the "Chosen One." It's everyone, every single Ruidus-born -- including her, including her mother, including Fearne.
Orym thinks that Imogen is their way in, their way through. He is pressuring Imogen, not to give in to it, but to feign complacency. But Chetney has a different idea, and Laudna agrees: that Imogen might be the key, not to Predathos' salvation but to its undoing.
This entire conversation has the air of someone trying to figure out the end-game while they're 1/3rds through the book.
They remember the Emperium, which very much sounds like a faction of Reilorans who want to preserve Ruidus as it is without the influence of either Predathos or Exandria.
During that vision, Imogen saw that there were maybe two dozen exaltants, the "true, final evolution of what the Ruidus-born was intended to eventually be" -- and dozens of others, like Fearne, who supported that network.
Otohan and Liliana are both exaltant, but we know for a fact that Ludinus Da'leth is not Ruidus-born. We got hat ages ago, when we learned that he was jealous of Ruidus-born -- unless that jealousy was feigned, in which case we need to completely reevaluate Ludinus' intelligence.
To be 100% honest, I'm still pretty sure that Ludinus is a warlock with maxed charisma, not a wizard with maxed intelligence.
Orym recognizes that with Imogen, the things that makes her the Bells Hells greatest risk is also what makes her their greatest asset. They decide to stay on Ruidus to gain more information -- and they learn that the Emperium is the faction of the Reilorans who are aligned with the Ruby Vanguard, so there's another faction of Reilorans who are not a part of that faction, who would be on the Bells Hell's side.
Another storm approaches, so Laudna stuffs Pate into the bag of holding and they all set off toward the city they saw before.
But for the record, they do take the Reiloran juggernaut they took (turned into a possum, put into the bag of holding, and then released and killed) and tear it into pieces.
Ashton, in a very Caduceus moment, also takes the seed from the All Mind's Burn and considers placing it here. Imogen and Ashton concede that they should take the seed and plant it closer to the core of Ruidus; they put it away, and loot the Reiloran instead.
Now that the reiloran is gone -- though FCG specifies that they keep the "limbs and head" -- Pate goes in the bag of holding. They all revert to gaseous forms, and they continue for hours until night begins to set. They find another mountain range in which to rest, but they notice that all the mountain ranges here seem to resemble the spines of ancient creatures. They see herds of beasts, then the flickering lights of a village -- a ranch, with abodes and ranches built into the side of this mountain. It's a unique parallel to Imogen's upbringing, to see similar arrangements of livestock and tenders below them on the fucking moon.
They fly closer, and gather that this is a tiny town -- no more than a thousand people. Everything here is simple -- smoothed rock or dried hutch, a popcorn vibe between the houses and livestock pens. Around 20% of the population is reilorian; the majority of the rest are a shorter, squatter folk, swathed in heavy robes, that the Bells Hells have never seen before, almost like statues moving though air.
There is no Vanguard armor here, but more Emperium -- and they're the minority. They're acting like a religious militant presence, similarly to what Team Issylra encountered in Othanzia.
Still, they come to a town, and attempt to fit in. It's almost like whoever's looking at it substitutes their own familiar with what they're seeing as unfamiliar.
As they decide to search for an inn, it gets darker; the interior of the abodes they're near take on a bluish tint. There is no air of violence here, but people are on watch; from what Chetney can see, there are no open mines or quarries here, but there are clusters of villages without farmland --the only cultivated plantlife he can see is this reddish flora, from which the bison eat, grows.
It's a storage room, just shelves of supplies, training weapons, harnesses. but they all reconvene in the shed as a reiloran sheds light on the chamber where all of them are -- "no, no, wait--" Imogen's persuasion check succeeds. "Oh! Woah. Who are you?" They speak in common, and that's where we end.
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Hello! I hope you’re having a splendid day, I was wondering if you’d care to share your thoughts on Small Potatoes? I find it fascinating in terms of Mulder and Scully’s relationship, especially Scully’s side of it.
aw hey darling, thank you so much!!
(some earlier chats about small potatoes: here and here)
(light mentions of in-universe SA below the cut)
“gillian was a little nervous about the scene between scully and fake mulder. she didn’t want it to seem like all scully needed to give in and kiss mulder was to get a little wine in her. i didn’t want it to come across like that either. but i told her that these two characters had such a history and had such a great deal of affection for each other that was always just under the surface, and this was more about the two of them loosening their inhibitions just a little. this was not a complete stranger, this was mulder.” - vince gilligan
small potatoes is kind of…..embarrassing for her!
3 things, babes
1/
this moment here, when "mulder" scoots in closer to her, she looks apprehensive, like she doesn't trust it...before leaning in and opening her mouth.
when "mulder" shows up at her door on the weekend with a bottle of wine, she questions it multiple times, even asking him if he's okay, asking him what's going on, clearly concerned. they do spend a lot of time together, and they do talk to each other, but rarely without another direction; rarely without being on the way to another goal.
but ultimately, she quiets her instincts (dana!!!!!) and her unease. she wants to spend time with him, with no excuse or cover. she wants to drink wine with him on a friday night and tell him all about her prom date. she wants to be close to him, and she wants to kiss him.
(worth pointing out that in dreamland ii, scully figures out that morris isn't actually mulder only after he invites her to dinner...from learned experience, she believes body-switching more plausible than the idea that he would be openly interested in her. bleak!)
2/
now, we don't get to see real mulder's journey in this episode, but it's safe to assume that when he escaped the hospital: the first thing that he did was rush scully's apartment.
van blundt is a predator, but not through violence or coercion. his M.O. is that he's lazy, small, and opportunistic. he assaults women by shifting into men they already want to be with, in order for it to appear consensual to them, and all of his previous victims were mislead by him disguising himself as their husbands.
when van blundt takes mulder's identity, mulder is aware enough to burst through the door of scully's apartment franticly and immediately.
3/
awkward and embarrassing!
a month later, mulder visits van blundt in prison per his request, where he tells mulder, "i was born a loser, but you're one by choice."
mulder has opportunities, and he does have choices.
as they walk out, scully keeps her hands in her pockets (she'll keep them to herself) and says, "i don't imagine you need to be told this, mulder, but you're not a loser."
the choice that he's made, that he's making, is alright.
(also, no girl, he does not need to be told that. he walked in on you practically jumping "him." but he's her favorite person.)
all in all......small potatoes takes the underlying tension of episodes like never again (and later, detour) and makes it blatantly unavoidable.
she wants this kind of attention, enough to bypass red flags and lean into it, but that’s not the choice that’s being made. and sometimes that’s uncomfortable to realize.
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unreal unearth first impressions
OKAY REALISING I AM RELISTENING TO THIS ALBUM FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME JUST TODAY ACCIDENTALLY SO IIM GONNA QUICKLY WRITE DOWN MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS BC IM ALREADY BEGINNING TO ACTUALY THINK ABOUT THINGS AND LOOK AT LYRICS AND READ OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINIONS, so here is an only slightly tainted not quite first impression of unreal unearth from me (obviously the singls ive heard before but)
de selby (part 1) i turned on the album sitting in the absolute dark, ten minutes past twelve at night, this started playing, cue instant tears. i think i was just hit with 'this is the most beautiful thing ive ever heard' and i wasn't expecting that from de selby 1 for some reason. and when the irish kicked in that just. no words, just crying and im what two minutes in. i wasn't even thinking about what he'd been saying about connemara in the dark and mirrors of people you used to know (i'd seen him talk about it, but purposefully skipped the actual song when it came up online) it was just. de selby 1. and the part as gaeilge
de selby (part 2) sexy groovy silly fun, it's really growing on me, thinking about 'i'd still know you, not being shown you
i only need the workin' of my hands' also i cant wait to read third policeman and look at this completely differently
first time the beginning was jarring, and then at the lyric about his name i kind of :( i also liked the lethe/liffey parallel, it's so very hozier of him to do that. god the push and pull of there must have been something off from the beginning? if every time they called him baby he died? something like that was my first interpretation, now im wondering if it's because it's not his name and they're the one that made his name sound wonderful for once. intellectualising that part of the lyrics kind of ruins it for me ngl, i think it's more about how it feels, i think it feels like contrast like not knowing if it hurts or is wonderful. little detail of when he says come here to me and it sounds so casual and irish like come here to me tell me, i really love it. and the final lyric hurt. really impeccable timing for a breakup album like
francesca why can't i listen to i'd tell them put me back in it for the first time again WHY CAN'T I LISTEN TO I'D TELL THEM PUT ME BACK IN IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN AND REEXPERIENCE THAT. my favourite thing from this hozier era might just be that music video (over all the other ones help)
i, carrion (icarian) is just really devastating. sunlight but what if you wanted your heart to be torn to shreds. the imagery is so vivid
eat your young is growing on me too, the lyrics are just so good. they're just SO GOOD, their rhythm is so satisfying they fit together so smoothly, and at this point it's just as fun and danceable as something like de selby 2
damage gets done is kind of pop? it made me think of the bones ft marren morris
who we are [had to remove a section here] the vocals are otherwordly. the drums are gorgeously frantic. quietly it slips through your fingers love??? falling from you drop by drop??? HOLD ME LIKE A KNIFE???makes me physically ache
son of nyx i'm so glad this is here, an instrumental was something that really could put me back to where i was mentally with de selby (part 1). first thing i thought was i can't wait to learn the piano part. i've seen people say this, but it does seem like the obvious, it's an instrumental that just belongs in a movie
all things end all things do end so real. very cool how much of a direct inflence gospel music is
to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuarithe) i can't wait to relisten to this one again and again, the parallels between being a child warming up a bed and jumping to later in time with a lover aaaa so tender NATURAL AS ANOTHER LEG AROUND YOU IN THE BEDFRAME AAAA
butchered tongue A FAVOURITE A FAVOURITE foreigner's god but softer, how can i listen to this and ever leave ireland how can i listen to this and feel like this and be packing suitcases what is wrong with meeeeee. the violin and the instrumence. jesus christ. instantly picturing my road signs when he started singing about the native ones
anything but THIS SONG STARTED AND I INSTANTLY STARTED SMILING COMPLETELY INVOLUNTARILY, THOUGHT OF ALMOST (SWEET MUSIC) i started thinking of bright lion king imagery before he even started talking about stampedes and hoofbeats. and the vocals here too, so overwhelmed by how cheerful and joyous it sounded that i really didnt pay attention to lyrics, so it'll be cool to look deeper later
abstract (psychopomp) the production here i was very unsure about, because there was something that made me think if it were more rustic/intrumental and less modern, it might have hit me even harder, like there might have been a way to elevate it further. it made me think of colours and purples and reds and oranges, another really visual song, like i, carrion. it's really gorgeous. SEE HOW IT SHINES will be in my head for a long long time... ugh it's all so bittersweet and sad and beautiful. all my love and terror there balanced between those eyes what a line
unknown / nth if you've scrolled through my accunt for longer than a second you know how i feel about unknown / nth
first light i was hit with such intense terror that this was the last song of the album. what am i supposed to do for the next decade without music to look forward to while andrew goes back into hibernation under bray train station jean jacket lost and found or whatever. so i didnt play and instead did this musing on how beautiful the vocals throughout the album are and how funny it was in the zach sang interview when he talked about singing instead of playing instruments when recording songs because he's 'better at singing than most intruments' and his producer just wouldnt replace those voice recordings and that's why there are so many choirs and zach is basically like 'you absolute weirdo no one else has the talent to do that but ok' (affectionate) (paraphrasing). i love the drums so much. i love the strings so much too. A VOICE YOUR BODY JUMPS TO CALLING OUT YOUR NAME :(((((((((((( imagining hearing this in the 3arena and having colours break out across the whole ceiling ill remember those lights during no plan in 2019 forever im an indoor concert girlie forever what they can do visually is so magical.. i saw a good omens edit of this today already i love you good omens fans
not to sound like a broken record i wish swan upon leda and through me the flood and love of were on this and maybe even but the wages and
#hozier#unreal unearth#crow#de selby (part 1)#de selby (part 2)#first time hozier#francesca#i#eat your young#damage gets done#what we are hozier#son of nyx#all things end#to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuairithe)#butchered tongue#anything but hozier#abstract (psychopomp)#unknown / nth#first light hozier
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A Wolf in Newsie's Clothing
A/N: Just to warn you all, there will be descriptions of werewolf transformations scattered throughout the fic. There is one in this chapter. Content warning for body horror- if you wish to skip it, scroll from 'It gave no answer' to 'Jack, having walked home from the theatre, began to climb the fire escape'.
Word count: 1,953
Awoosies masterpost
It was a balmy mid-September, 1899. Two months had past since the momentous strike, and newsies in all boroughs were still- well, not drunk with the victory, but certainly tipsy with it. Unfortunately, this also meant that the opposing side to the strike were still saddled with the bitter aftertaste of defeat.
In Manhattan, in a place known by all as the Tombs, a sharp-eyed man in a prison uniform ran his fingernails down the walls of his cell. Tonight was the night. All he had to do was wait for the night, and then they would be out of here and the plan would be put into action. Everyone that had landed him in here would be dealt with, one by one.
He vowed it on the rising moon.
"Notice anything today?" Specs giggled into Romeo's ear.
"I sure do." Romeo replied with a knowing smirk.
The 'anything' in question was one Morris DeLancey. Usually the strong and silent type, seen standing behind his brother and tossing bundles of papers to him, he seemed more evasive and even a little... scared? Oscar eyed them all with the same cold, hostile expression as usual. As the newsies went up to collect their papers, they threw a few light-hearted remarks Morris' way.
"Scared of your own shadow, Morris?"
"Hey, earth to DeLancey!"
"Aww, are you scared of little old me? Don't worry, Morris, I ain't gonna touch you."
Crutchie was next to get his papers.
"Don't worry, Morris." he quipped. "We ain't gonna bite."
His words seemed to snap something deep inside Morris. Suddenly, he was dropping his papers and falling backwards as the younger DeLancey leapt forwards and sank his teeth into his arm, drawing blood. He seemed almost savage, staring at Crutchie with wild eyes until his uncle and brother dragged him off.
"What the heck was that?" Jack asked, running over to Crutchie and standing in front of him protectively.
"Hey, if your pals hadn't been winding him up, Kelly-" Oscar began, then was cut off by Morris, who was sitting on the ground by the newspaper cart, his head in his hands.
"I's sorry." he muttered, panicked. "I's sorry. I dunno what happened. I's sorry..."
Crutchie grabbed onto his crutch from where it had fallen and stood up. He retrieved his papers from the ground and gave an uneasy laugh.
" 's alright. Sorry, Morris. I shouldn't'a pushed you."
He joined the other newsies where they stood, ready to leave for selling. Buttons approached him, pulling his own neckerchief off and wrapping it around the wound.
"It don't look infected." he mumbled as he worked. "But be careful with it. And don't go spreading it that Morris DeLancey bit a man like a rabid dog. Oscar'll probably break your good leg if it gets out.
"Finch squeezed his shoulder gently.
"You okay, Crutchie? That was a pretty bad tumble. Is your leg alright?"
"Hurts a little. My arm hurts a lot, though. It's all tingly and achy."
"You'll be alright, I'm sure. You're hardier than most, Crutchie." Henry reassured him.
Crutchie smiled, and tried his best not to think about the look that Morris was giving him. It wasn't resentment, or bitterness. It was horror, guilt, and worst of all, pity. Refusing to catch his attacker's eye, he slipped his papers into his bag.
Mush was last to get his papers, and then they all spilled out onto the streets of New York, their wares held high above their heads. Trying to put aside the oddness of the morning, Crutchie took a deep breath in and started calling out.
"Extra! Extra! Six convicts escape from the Tombs!" he paused, then lied, "All convinced'a homicide! Real dangerous folks! Read all about it for only two cents!"
Jack was usually away in the evenings. Either he was at the theatre, working on a backdrop or a cartoon for Pulitzer, or he was at the Jacobs family home to see Davey. Crutchie didn't mind, it wasn't as if Jack was neglecting him and his friend always made sure to take a few evenings a month to be at the lodging house. This evening, however, wasn't one, so Crutchie was downstairs playing cards with Race and the twins.
"Snap!" Mike exclaimed triumphantly, throwing his hand down on top of a pile of cards.
"Mike, we's playin' poker." Race sighed.
"I thought this was whist?" Ike asked.
Crutchie laughed. "We agreed we was playin' blackjack!"
All four threw their remaining cards to the middle of the table, landing in a scattered mess of red and black across the wooden surface.
"Fifteen minutes 'til bedtime!" Specs called from where he and Romeo were sat with one of the few books in the lodging house.
"Yeah, we know. We ain't ten-year-olds any more, Specs." Race retorted, huffing. "Looks like we's got just enough time for another proper game before we's gotta sleep, fellas."
Crutchie yawned slightly. "I'm probably going to head up early, actually. Today's taken a lot outta me." He scratched at the neckerchief around his arm.
"Don't scratch at it!" Buttons called from across the room. "It doesn't help it heal."
He beckoned Crutchie over so he could look at the bite wound. With deft fingers, he undid the strip of fabric and let it fall away to expose...
"It's... healed." Buttons said, a small gasp in his voice.
Crutchie peered at the unbroken skin. "...huh. Funny."
"Funny 'ha ha' or funny 'peculiar'?" Tommy Boy asked with a grin.
"Funny 'medically impossible'." Buttons shot back.
Crutchie yawned again, and scratched at the skin. The itch from the morning felt like it was back with a vengeance. "Look, fellas, I'm going to go to bed. I'm really tired. See you in the morning, okay?"
For a second, Buttons looked like he was about to stop him and say something. But he let it go, and waved goodnight as Crutchie left to climb the fire escape up to the penthouse. He flopped down onto his mattress at the top, discarding his crutch against the railings with the familiar thud of wood on iron. The sun had almost set and he watched the pretty colours bleed into one another. He fully expected to fall asleep to this.
Here's the thing- he didn't. No matter how hard he tried, he'd suddenly been provided with a burst of new energy and adrenaline. He scratched at his arm nonchalantly, wondering when Jack would be back. Maybe they could stay up all night talking, like they used to. He'd like that. With a sigh, he gave in on trying to sleep and sat up. Inside, in the lodging house, he could hear Specs and Race supervising the others as they prepared for bed.
...wait, he could hear them? He paused in his itching to frown slightly. Odd, he'd never heard them before. It was possible (though unlikely) that they were being louder tonight. He was distracted by a faint cramping sensation in his stomach as the moon started its ascent into the sky. He groaned faintly, rolling onto his side. The itching on his arm got worse, and it started to spread until it felt like there were pins and needles lying just beneath his skin. As the itching worsened, so did the cramps. He made faint wheezing noises as they wracked through his body.
"What's ha- happening..." he whispered to the moon.
It gave no answer.
Crutchie wanted to scream as he felt his bones rearrange themselves under his skin. Whining softly, he bit his lip with sharpening teeth to avoid waking up the others.
"J- Jack? Help me, please, help me. Why aren't you here... what's happening to m- meeee..." he croaked out as his mouth twisted outwards.
His quiet cries and mumblings turned to whimpering and soft, pained snarls. Another set of cries Jack wasn't answering. His fingernails lengthened to claws on his paws that scrabbled all over his body, desperately trying to ease the itching as golden brown hair swept across it. A tail pushed out from his spine, caught and restricted by the seat of his dungarees. He panted and wept with exhaustion as all the details slotted themselves into place, then curled up on the mattress, swamped by his own clothes.
Jack, having walked home from the theatre, began to climb the fire escape. He'd gotten halfway through Medda's newest backdrop- this one of Central Park- and finished his next cartoon for Pulitzer. On his way up, he passed windows through which he could see rooms of his sleeping friends. Softly, so that nobody but him would ever know it, he smiled to himself. Since the success of the strike, he'd found that Santa Fe wasn't really what he'd needed. It was just a better life in New York- and his friends were one of the things making it better. He reached the top step and hopped up onto the roof.
"Crutchie? Are you still awake?" he asked, scanning his 'penthouse' for any sign of his friend. "Are you sleeping downstairs tonight?"
A soft barking noise caught his attention, and his breath caught in his throat as he turned with wide eyes towards the source of it.
"Hey, big guy..." he whispered, backing away from the animal. It regarded him with intelligent, hazel eyes.
"What are you, a coyote? You'd be a long way from home. They gots coyotes in Santa Fe. You from Santa Fe, big guy?"
It chuffed softly, making no effort to attack. Jack smiled nervously and held his hand out for the canine to sniff. Its tail waved happily behind it as it rubbed its face against his outstretched palm and fingers. He couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"You're pretty friendly, ain't ya? I'll show you to Crutchie in the morning. He'll like you, I can tell."
His hand moved to scratch behind its ear, then a little further back until he drew it back like something had burnt him. For all this time, he'd been so focused on the animal's face that he didn't notice it was wearing fabric. No, not just fabric. An entire outfit.
"What the- what the... WHAT?" he exclaimed, scrambling backwards. The coyote- no, wolf, that was a wolf, coyotes didn't have ears that round and were probably friendlier when faced with a panicking human. But it probably wasn't even a wolf. He didn't even know, and that's what scared him. It is easier to deal with something that is clearly an animal than something that looks like an animal but does human things.
"I- clothes? You're... you- clothes?"
The wolf stood and tried to get closer to him, and stumbled backwards as he screamed. It tried to shake off the clothes that hung loosely around its canine frame, as if it thought that would make him less scared. He saw the battered dungarees now, heard the click of rosary beads against one another, gasped as he saw the wolf's right back leg drag slightly across the mattress while the other three legs moved easily.
No. No. It couldn't be.
Tears streamed down his face at the thought of it, but he couldn't deny the evidence of his own eyes.
"C- Crutchie?" he breathed, reaching out a shaking hand.
#newsies#uksies#newsies fanfic#awoosies#if you liked this then please consider reblogging it <3 it encourages me to post more stuff and puts an extra smile in my day#crutchie morris#jack kelly#cw body horror#hitch writes what he knows
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Vaguely Summarized WIPs!
I was tagged by @gummybugg (here), and @tabswrites (here)! I already did this one recently for my current main WIP "Of Starlight and Beasts", so I'll do one for "Enchanted Illusions"!
An assortment of different lives go terribly off the rails and there's only one jerk to blame
Dark magic is certainly an unusual way of proving a point. It's also a good topic to discuss over tea.
"Hello, we're new in town and it gets so much worse -"
Stealing blackmail info from the authorities with the homies.
Local girl tries to get her necromancer bf to chill tf out. Its a work in progress (:
Crashing at a teenage vampire's castle. He's surprisingly happy about it.
"Will someone please explain to me what is going on?" (part 1) - tearfully brought to you by an older brother yet again on the verge of a mental breakdown
Lots of stabbing, shooting, and running. Also, let's jump off a train
Screwed up family secrets and hella uncomfortable dinner parties
Assassination attempt gone wrong and top ten ways to kickstart Harriet's revenge arc
Vampire fails successfully at "How To Human". Thinks he's nailed it.
Confessing your undying love to your gf at a crypt. Special edition.
Gaston wannabe makes things dangerously uncomfortable and gets yeeted an express ticket to the afterlife
Turns out that making a deal with the eldritch, soul-consuming, clearly immoral demon lurking in the decrepit catacombs of the city while throwing a pity party half a decade ago has ✨consequences✨and you should've seen them coming
"We made things a lot worse and now it's everybody's problem, but at least we've got a plan. I think. Look, okay, it's 10% of a plan -"
Tagging: @mk-writes-stuff, @eccaiia, @the-ellia-west, @memento-morri-writes, @little-peril-stories, @littleladymab, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @doublegoblin, @oh-no-another-idea, @cowboybrunch, @ybotter, @thepeculiarbird, @crowandmoonwriting, @your-absent-father, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jasperygrace, @jay-avian, @willtheweaver, @saltysupercomputer, @winterandwords, @autumnalwalker and OPEN TAG
#vaguely summarized wip#wip tag games#wip enchanted illusions#writing#writers#writerblr#writers on tumblr#character writing#my wips#my writing#writeblr#my characters
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(I hate tumblr mobile. Anyway. Imogen is pregnant. She’s in for a beautiful surprise days before the baby is due. This is completely self indulgent but there ya go. Enjoy.)
Imogen sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery facing out the window, watching as the sun began to set on the day. It was not yet breaking through the horizon, but she wanted to take in as much of the sun and relax as she could, having just spent much of the day decorating the nursery with Laudna’s help.
A set of beautiful oaken furniture that was made by Chetney with his colleagues from Oltgar’s new shop had been delivered by couriers earlier in the day. After paying the group of young half-orcs a rather generous tip to move the several large, heavy pieces of furniture inside and upstairs into the nursery, Laudna was finishing putting clothing and other necessities away into the various chests and drawers they had to offer.
Imogen had mostly provided moral support at this point, using her magic to help where she was able but otherwise very limited to what she could do physically. She was due any day now, so it was just a matter of when this baby was going to arrive. She hoped it was soon, the anticipation and not knowing was killing her.
Laudna finished laying out a purple blanket that she had crocheted on the crib’s bedding and walked over to where Imogen was sitting. She sat down at her feet as Imogen continued to rock back and forth in front of the window, the sun now beginning it’s departure below the horizon. Imogen, sat unevenly in the chair as she was leaning toward one side for comfort, placed a hand on Laudna’s shoulder as the two of them watched the sun go down.
“I can’t believe she’s going to be here any day now,” Imogen said.
Laudna craned her head back and looked at Imogen, appearing upside-down to her. “Any day now,” she said.
(Read more below the cut or on AO3)
They still had not decided on a name. They had a few conversations about potential names, they even took suggestions from their friends but none really spoke to them. Even now, just days before the baby’s arrival, they had nothing. They’d agreed that they would wait until the right name came to them, even if it took some time after the baby was born, but they wanted to pick the right name for her.
“Maybe after we meet her, she’ll just tell us her name instead,” Imogen spoke up after a moment’s silence.
Laudna chuckled at the thought, before retorting, “perhaps you could just read her mind as soon as she’s born.”
Imogen laughed, before that quickly turned into a slightly morbid curiosity. How would that work? Could you read a baby’s mind? She shook her head of the thoughts, not wanting to wander down that rabbit hole.
“I just want to do right by her,” Imogen said as she sighed. Laudna turned away from the window to face Imogen, putting her arms across Imogen’s lap and resting her head on them, looking at her longingly.
“You’re going to be a great mother,” Laudna said. “You’re very strong, very capable, you’re compassionate, and she’s going to love you.”
Imogen smiled at hearing this. She never got tired of hearing Laudna compliment her, or telling her that she is capable. Imogen appreciated that reminder more than Laudna would ever know.
“You’re going to be a great mother, too” Imogen said. “Don’t forget that you’re just as much her mother as I am.”
Laudna smiled and winked at Imogen. “Okay, mom.”
It was not clear just how Imogen became pregnant. That was a question that would be a mystery for the ages, as she’d never had any sort of intimate contact with a person who could have done this to her naturally. The two of them could only presume that one or both of them were afflicted by something during the solstice, or on one of their many trips to the Fey Realm to visit Fearne and Morri, that they were unaware of. All they knew was, after many trips to several Clerics, their baby was going to be a healthy baby girl, and that she would soon be here to grace them both with joy and happiness.
After some time, the sun had finally set; the oranges and reds had receded to deep purples before it all slowly gave way to the dark of night. There was no Catha out, not yet tonight at least, but for now the starlight over their little home here in the outskirts of the Heartmoor Hamlet lit the night sky, numerous beyond count.
Laudna got up from the floor and reached her hand out to Imogen. “Come, let’s go eat dinner,” she said as she helped Imogen to her feet. Imogen was the first to leave the nursery. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Laudna said. Imogen smiled and left the room, heading to the kitchen.
Laudna, meanwhile, headed for their bedroom and walked over to her nightstand. She grabbed Sashimi from where she was sitting and headed back into the nursery as she called out into the house, “Pate?” Entering the nursery, Laudna walked over to the crib and lifted the blanket that she had just laid down not a little bit ago. She took Sashimi and placed her in the crib, laying the blanket gently over her.
Laudna called out again, a little louder this time, “Pate?” It would take a moment before he actually appeared, as he had been floating around the house invisibly out of boredom. She learned this as he came into the nursery a little too fast and flew into the door, causing it to swing open without anything apparent hitting it before becoming visible himself shortly after impact. “Ow,” he said as he picked himself up. Laudna was now standing before him by the door, and she was reaching her hands down to him.
“Pate,” she said as he clamored up into her palms, “once the baby is here, your job is going to be to watch the nursery at night. Do you understand?”
Pate was looking at her very attentively. “Yes ma’am, I can do that.”
“We’re going to practice, okay?” Laudna stood and turned so they could both look into the room proper, glancing particularly at the crib. “Do you see Sashimi there, in the crib?”
Pate had now noticed that his birdhouse mate, Sashimi, was nestled in the blanket in the crib. “Yep, I see her alright,” he said as he looked back to Laudna.
“You’re going to pretend she is the baby. Now,” she paused as she stretched her hands out to the dresser she was standing besides, “don’t make it weird, but you are to pretend like you are watching the baby. Don’t actually do anything, but just get used to spending some time in here, okay?” Laudna looked upon Pate and he straightened his posture at these words, understanding the gravity of the request that she was asking of him.
“Got it, you can count on me,” Pate said, perhaps a little overeager but Laudna trusted him through watching criminals before, surely he can manage a baby.
“Good boy, Pate. Now, go on,” she said as she patted him on the head before exiting the room. The last she saw was Pate flying over toward the crib, and perching on the side before beginning to sing some horrible nursery rhyme. Laudna was about to stop him, but she thought better of it and let him go for now.
Meanwhile, Imogen had made her way to the kitchen and began to pull out everything for dinner. They’d had a pot of everyday stew on the fire that she figured they could ladle a few helpings out of and into bowls with some potatoes, something simple for the evening. She dug into her extra dimensional cupboard and pulled out the sack of potatoes, finding a few quality spuds and beginning to clean and chop them up. While she got the potatoes on to boil, she began to mix various herbs and seasonings together and prepare the stews when Laudna emerged from the nursery.
She walked over to Imogen and wrapped her arms around her from behind, her embrace enveloping all of Imogen and the baby as well. Imogen craned her neck back so it was at the side of Laudna’s and smiled, giving a sigh of relief. “Do you mind,” she asked softly. Laudna released her from her hug and stepped aside.
“I would be happy to,” Laudna said. She showed a hand out as if to lead Imogen to the table, guiding her and pulling a chair out before stopping. “Actually, wait,” Laudna said. “Lets eat out in the sun room tonight.” Imogen smiled and nodded, and kissed Laudna’s cheek as she made for the sun room just off of the kitchen. Laudna blushed as she turned and began to tend to the potatoes and the rest of dinner.
As Imogen crossed back through the kitchen an exited out into the sunroom, a modest but spacious enclosed outdoor space, the darkness of the night struck instantly, the starlight not enough to light the room comfortably. Imogen sent her dancing lights up into the space, illuminating the room with a soft dim glow that didn’t otherwise distract from the starlight that was visible. Imogen sat down and put her feet up on the footstool that accompanied the furniture set, and began to relax.
As Imogen really let her walls down for the day, she opened her mind and began to listen to the silent hums of the world going by. The usual silence and stillness that was present of the wind blowing the trees, of crickets chirping and owls hooting, mingled with the silence that lack of other minds presented to her - other minds except for the soft, sweet melody that Laudna’s mind emitted as she came within “hearing” distance, of course.
In, and out, Laudna’s mind would come and go as she would flutter around the kitchen. Imogen didn’t mind. She loved the silence, but she loved the sound of Laudna’s mind even more.
Laudna’s mind drifted out of range again, this time for an extended period. Imogen let herself just rest in the silence for a moment, feeling the most relaxed she had felt in so many years.
That’s when she noticed it. A new sound was heard amongst the silence. Not suddenly, not immediate. It seemed very faint, fading in and out, but this was the first that Imogen had caught it.
Imogen sat up, putting her feet back on the ground. She peered around the corner, she could not see Laudna. She thought to herself and focused again on the silence. Another soft, quiet, but benevolent melody. Not unlike Laudna’s, but it wasn’t hers. Imogen noted that it was still very quiet. She almost didn’t notice it, were it not that it’s literally the only sound she can hear right now in the silence, and only now that Laudna was well out of earshot, as it were.
Imogen got up. “Laudna?” She began to think, Could it be, but she had to be sure. She peered around the corner, and still no Laudna there.
She walked back into the kitchen, not finding Laudna there. She walked back across the room towards the hallway leading to the stairs when the melody of Laudna’s mind began to become more audible. “Laudna? C’mere,” Imogen shouted once more.
Imogen walked back out to the sunroom, keeping her mind open, hearing only this soft, quiet melody for these few moments until Laudna lingered back into range. “What is it darling, are you okay?” Laudna approached and sat down next to her, taking her hand. “Did something happen? Is it the baby?”
Imogen looked at Laudna and then glanced down at her stomach. “I … I think I can hear the baby,” she said.
“What do you mean,” Laudna asked looking rather puzzled, before elaborating as if the realization was dawning on her in real time, getting her words out with a stammer, “you can- her mind- are you able to hear her mind?”
Imogen was grinning cheek to cheek, tears forming in her eyes. “Yeah, I-I think I can,” she said with emotion coming through now, “I was just sittin’ here, and I could hear you here and there as you were moving, but then you must have gone upstairs and so it was silent for a minute, and that’s when I heard somethin’ new.”
Laudna gasped at this, still clutching Imogen’s hand, as Imogen gave hers a little squeeze “Oh, Imogen, that’s so exciting! Why, I was just joking at first, but … oh goodness, is there anything she’s saying, what can you hear? Is she speaking to you?”
Imogen’s face lit up as she looked at Laudna. “I can’t hear much, and its not… it isn’t anything coherent, in fact, it’s the opposite. It’s nonsensical, but not in a bad way. She’s not saying anything, there’s no words, but… she’s musical. In fact,” Imogen reached out and took Laudna by the hand, “it sounds like you.”
Laudna’s mouth fell open as she processed this. “She… her… it sounds like mine?”
Imogen nodded, “yeah.” She sniffled now, beginning to cry a little more intensely. “It’s quiet, and just a little discordant, like its still tuning, but, it’s beautiful, and it it sounds a lot like you Laudna.” She squeezed Laudna’s hands once more, Laudna seemingly in a state of simultaneous shock and happiness.
They both sat there for a few minutes as Imogen shared her telepathic bond with Laudna, and let her listen to what she heard. Much like they had sat together and felt the baby kick, this was a new experience for the soon-to-be mothers, one they had not expected. Laudna pulled a chair close and just held Imogen’s hands for a while as they continued to listen.
“So this is what I sound like to you?” Laudna asked, her heart warmed by the thought.
Imogen, who had had her eyes closed for a little while as they just sat and enjoyed the melody, now opened them and looked at Laudna. She took a deep breath and gave the biggest smile. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Laudna smiled in return, leaning forward and kissing Imogen gently. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” Imogen replied.
As Imogen’s telepathic bond wore out after some time had passed, Laudna wiped the tears from her eyes. Imogen closed her mind for the time being, and just looked at Laudna as she in turn looked at Imogen. They both just smiled at one another, before Laudna took a breath. “Dinner?”
Imogen nodded, and moved to get up before Laudna rose and stuck her hand out. Imogen smiled, taking her hand once more, and standing to her feet kissed Laudna one more time before side-stepping her to head back into the kitchen. Laudna smiled and wiped another tear from her cheek as she turned and headed in behind Imogen.
Time passed, dinner was served and eaten, and Laudna had finished cleaning away the mess of the evening when Pate began to float down the stairs. Imogen had retired to bed by this point, but Laudna was still up in the sun room. Catha had just begun to appear in the sky overhead from their home’s perspective and was now shining her light down rather brightly, filling the space of the sun room with enough visible light that you could almost think it were midday.
As Laudna sat there, she heard a groaning coming from the kitchen, and as she turned she spied Pate coming around the corner.
“Pate,” she said as she stood up to intercept him in his path, “I thought I told you to watch the baby, what are you doing down here?”
“I got bored,” Pate said with much emphasis on the latter word. “I am not fit to be a babysitter, I’m sorry,” he crooned.
“Well we’re just going to have to practice,” Laudna said as she stuck a hand out and plucked him from where he flew. “Come here,” she sighed as she shoved him into the scruff of her hair on her neck, draping him over one shoulder very loosely whilst exiting the sunroom. “We’re going to bed,” she added as she then walked through the kitchen and heading down the hall to the stairwell.
Laudna double checked that the front door was locked, and then made her way up the stairs into the now softly lit hallway, Catha’s light spilling into the second floor hallway from the windows at the end. She crept quietly into the bedroom, slowly opening its door when it began to emit a gentle creak in the stillness of the night. Almost immediately, Laudna stuck her finger out and a faint purple glow flashed and sparked at the hinge of the door, before she continued to open it, it now completely silenced by her spell.
She tiptoed over to her side of the bed, inconveniently on the far side of the bedroom, as quietly as she could while passing Imogen, trying her best to not wake her. She crept by carefully, the wood floors thankfully staying silent tonight and not creaking themselves as they’re wont to do.
Having made it to her side of the bed, she removed Pate from her shoulder and placed him on her nightstand. “Goodnight Pate,” she said as she pat him on the head once more. He hopped down onto the ground and scurried over to the makeshift cot Laudna had made for him several months ago and began to curl up there for the night.
Laudna, meanwhile, slid into bed and pulled the blankets up over her gently, the final act of her trying to remain as quiet as possible while Imogen slept complete. She let out a soft sigh, believing that Imogen had not stirred as Laudna came to bed, and let herself loosen up, her guard lowered.
A moment passes.
“I’m still awake,” Imogen said abruptly, and loud enough to startle Laudna considerably. This made Imogen chuckle a little, as she had also heard Pate groan from his cot on the floor before rolling over.
Laudna sighed in feigned disgust, “Every. Time.”
“You could just ask if I’m asleep,” Imogen said as she opened one eye to look at Laudna, seeing the dramatics unfold. Laudna resisted arguing; she hated to disrupt Imogen’s sleep, and Imogen knew this, but truth be told Imogen usually couldn’t sleep unless Laudna was there anyhow. Tonight was a little bit different, though.
“Why are you still awake anyway,” Laudna asked, Imogen’s singular eye now closed again. “You’d gone to bed some time ago, I thought for sure you’d be asleep.”
Imogen shifted in her position so that she could be more upright, meeting Laudna more eye-to-eye now that she was attempting to keep her eyes open.
“I just couldn’t stop listening to her,” Imogen said as she glanced down, “and as you came to bed, hearing your mind just mingle in with hers… it’s just magical.” Imogen was looking back at Laudna now, smiling from ear to ear, unable to contain her joy. For so long, she only knew pain and frustration when it came to maintaining the walls that kept others’ minds from being perceived. But now that she was realizing that she had not only Laudna but also their child who weren’t so intrusive in her life — in fact, they were soothing — her emotions swelled and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Laudna smiled as she too couldn’t help but get misty-eyed, knowing how long Imogen had suffered with this ability. She placed a hand on Imogen’s, prompting Imogen to turn her hand over and lace their fingers together.
The two of them continue to lay there as their eyes grew heavy, slowly falling asleep. The night was still and calm, quiet through the house, all except in Imogen’s mind. She let the walls stay down, listening to the symphony that played for her, and only her, as a beautiful angelic voice began to fill in the gaps. It was a soothing, soft velvety voice delivering a glowing aria that filled Imogen with love and hope.
Imogen opened her eyes. That was it.
“Aria,” Imogen whispered under her breath. “Her name is Aria,” she whispered out loud to Laudna as she gave her hand the most delicate of squeezes, unsure if she were still awake. Laudna, still just awake, smiled as she nuzzled into Imogen’s neck and kissed her.
“Aria,” Laudna repeated to herself. “It’s a beautiful name.”
They both squeezed each other just a little tighter as they settled into their slumber. With a new peace and tranquility in her heart, as she held onto Laudna’s hand, Imogen closed her eyes and fell asleep to the most beautiful lullaby she’d ever heard.
#critical role#fan fic#cr fan fic#fan fiction#critical role fan fiction#critical role fan fic#imogen x laudna#southern gothic#imogen temult#imogen#laudna#imogen is pregnant#just a self indulgent piece#imodna#Limogen#fluff#cr fluff#fan fic fluff#critical role fluff
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I know the 4kids dub is terrible, but what do you think of each main cast English voices in general do you think they fit for who they are?
Just for you, I went back and got a quick refresher on the English voices, because it has actually been so long since I saw any significant portion of the dub that I genuinely forgot how some of them sounded. For reasons of the dub episode listing being a mess due to cut episodes, meaning that I have no idea where to reliably hear which character talk and thus had to pick a couple episodes at random, I'll just go over the signers if that's okay.
So, first off, Yusei. Honestly, purely from a voice acting standpoint, I think Greg Abbey is perfectly fine. The fact that his dub Yusei voice is one of the voices that stuck with me is a testament to that fact, I think. I'm not too hot on how they changed Yusei's personality in the dub, but that's on the writing, not on Greg's performance. And for what it's worth, I think he does a decent, more sarcastic Yusei. That said, in emotional scenes, I do think he lacks some of the oomph that I adore Yuya Miyashita for in the sub. That guy has a pair of lungs on him, whew. But Greg gets a solid 8/10 from me.
Then, we have Jack. Jack, to me, has arguably the best dub voice. Not only does the over-the-top accent Ted Lewis does make him sound suitably arrogant and haughty, there's also a really cool headcanon I've seen floating around again recently that I think goes perfectly with it—namely, that Jack has a Cockney accent (commonly regarded as a lower-class British accent) which he picked up because he wanted to sound posh, whilst not realising that what he's speaking still outs him as a former lower-class citizen. (If somebody could point me to the op of that headcanon again I'd be grateful, tumblr search is being as useless as ever.) The only criticism I could offer is that I do think Takanori Hoshino's even deeper voice in the sub fits Jack just a smidgen better than Ted's. But for these two, honestly both work for me. 10/10 for the posh accent, cheers.
Next up, Aki. I don't necessarily think Erica Schroeder does a terrible Aki voice, but tbh, between her and Ayumi Kinoshita, I prefer the latter by far. It's mostly because of the vocal range, though, which in fact recently came up with a tumblr mutual of mine. Ayumi simply manages to reach deeper registers, which works especially well towards the first half of the show, when Aki's still occasionally making threats as the Black Rose Witch. Erica's performance by comparison isn't terrible, but it's on the whole a little more higher-pitched and soft, almost, whereas I feel like Ayumi gives Aki more depth with her performance, because especially during the Fortune Cup and Dark Signers arc, Aki isn't just the girly female lead, so it fits that she wouldn't sound like it, either. Also, I feel like it was a bit of a missed opportunity that they didn't give her a slightly more posh accent in the dub, too, given that she comes from a very well-off family. So 4/10 for Erica.
As for Crow. With him, I have the opposite problem. The performances Clay Adams and Tom Wayland give are fine character-wise, but their voices honestly sound a little too deep to fit the character well for me. Shintaro Asanuma, by comparison, sometimes breaks out into these higher-pitched squawks in moments of outrage, which I think fit Crow perfectly. It also contrasts his voice better with those of Yusei and Jack. That said, I find it funny how all three of them seemed to share the idea that Crow would have a slightly scratchy voice, as befits his namesake. Also somewhere around 4, maybe 5/10.
Then we've got Ruka/Luna. She's probably the one I have the weakest opinion about. Cassandra Morris and Eileen Stevens both do a decent job with her, though I have to admit I have a bit of a weakness for the specific softness Yuka Terasaki gives her in the sub. But both (or rather, all three) work decently here, I think. 7/10, not bad, not stand-out.
And finally, Rua/Leo. I'll admit, I don't like the performances Morris and Stevens give here (again) nearly as much as Ai Horanai's Rua. I think it's because Horanai's Rua sounds like a much more believable, excited young boy to me. She captures his exuberance and occasional embarrassment in a way that feels less performative than the two English VAs do to me. That said, Leo's personality still tracks perfectly, so 6/10 for the English VAs.
(Let me tell you one thing, though: It was weird hearing the dub voices again after I've stuck to sub watching for so long now. Both in a good way (they're so funny) and a bad way (Crow, are you hoarse?).)
#yugioh 5ds#yusei fudo#jack atlas#aki izayoi#akiza izinski#crow hogan#rua (5ds)#ruka (5ds)#ask the orchid#geez how long has it been since I've last seen the dub#at least six years I think#oof that makes me feel older than I am#anyway hope this satisfies your curiosity and thanks for the ask!#orchid rambles#also unrelated but yes I absolutely had to look up all the VA names#all of them did a good job and deserve to be credited
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Din Djarin x Reader playlist?
SAY LESS. Okay, so this is a messy ass playlist. Basically, it has no real thought to it, but was created solely on vibes. If I heard a song that screamed Din Djarin x Reader (specifically for 'A Fresh Start') then it made the list.
side note if someone who is artistically inclined would like to make me a cute little banner for this story i would love you forever. i am good at one thing and it is sometimes stringing words together in a coherent and amusing way.
Hello My Old Heart The Oh Hellos
"Hello my old heart/ It's been so long/ Since I've given you away/ And everyday I add another stone/ To the walls I built around you/ To keep you safe."
Kill For Your Love Labrinth
"I'll kill, I'll kill for a little drop of your good love/ I'll rob and steal stars to keep it lit up in your world/ The alphabet need only U and S/ Cause all we'll ever need is us."
die first Nessa Barrett
"But if one of us dies/ I hope I die first/ Cause I don't wanna live without you/ I don't wanna ever learn/ How to fall asleep without you."
Ocean (ft. Khalid) Martin Garrix
"You could put an ocean between our love, love, love/ It won't keep us apart/ You could build a wall I would run it up, up, up/ Just to get to your heart."
I Could Use a Love Song Maren Morris
"I could use a love song/ That takes me back, just like that/ When it comes on/ To a time when I wouldn't roll my eyes/ At a guy and a girl/ who make it work in a world/ That for me so far just seems to go so wrong."
ceilings Lizzy McAlpine
"Bed sheets, no clothes/ Touch me like nobody else does/ Lovely to just lay here with you/ You're kinda cute and I would say all of this/ But I don't wanna ruin the moment."
Oh My Stars Andrew Belle
"Everything you see is ours, or it could be if you would try/ I wish you would, I wish you might, oh/ If everything you've said to me has been true, oh/ Then all my stars are leadin' me to you, oh."
The Anchor Bastille
"Morning, noon, day, or night/ You were the light that is blinding me/ You're the anchor that I tie to my brain/ Cause when it feels like I'm lost at sea/ You're the song I sing again and again/ All the time, all the time/ I think of you all the time."
Castaway Brett Eldridge
"If I got smart, I'd trade my wings for your heart/ And I'd promise to never chase the wind/ I look up at the moon, but all I see is you/ And I'm reminded I need your love again."
this is what falling in love feels like JVKE
"I got a lot on my mind/ Got some more on my plate/ My baby got me looking forward/ To the end of the day/ What you say?/ You and me?/ Just forget about the past."
Parachute Kyndal Inskeep & Song House
"Who knew/ I'd be falling like I am with you/ Heart's up in my throat that's what you do/ Love is pretty scary when it's true/ And oh we know/ Every step is like walking on a tight rope/ Gravity is begging me to let go/ Love is pretty scary when it's true/ Afraid of height but you're my parachute."
To Hell & Back Maren Morris
"Now heartbreak ain't a competition/ But I took it in a landslide/ The skeletons I wanted to bury/ You liked out in the light/ You didn't save me/ You didn't think I needed saving/ You didn't change me/ You didn't think I needed changing."
Powerful (ft. Ellie Goudling) Major Lazer
"There's an energy when you hold me/ When you touch me, it's so powerful/ I couldn't leave if I wanted to/ Cause something keeps pulling me back to you."
Dandelions Ruth B.
"I think that you are the one for me/ Cause it gets so hard to breathe/ When you're looking at me/ I've never felt so alive and free/ When you're looking at me/ I've never felt so happy."
Crashing (ft. Bahari) ILLENIUM
"Hey, are you really this good?/ Damn, are you really this good?/ Baby, you're just like a drug/ I'd bottle you up if I could."
Tell me what you think? Is there one song here that you think really encapsulates Din and our reader?? Do you have a suggestion or a song you think of when you read A Fresh Start??
#the mandalorian#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#a fresh start#playlist#mando x you#mando x reader#mandalorian fanfic#mandalorian x reader#mandalorian x you#din djarin
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