The long awaited Part 4 ;)

Here’s Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 (you don’t need to read them, but they provide some angsty context)

There you go! I fixed the hurt, and gave you all the fluffiest of comfort.

Sorry it took a while, I was trying to figure out kissing.

Part 4 of 4

The finale of King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Cw: angst. Pure angst.

It shouldnt be this painful. You knew death, he was both your comrade and enemy at the same time. The person who shadowed you constantly, who was merciful to the souls of other soldiers. Some said you carried on like death didnt exist. Like you were immortal, as a mockery to the one god you didnt have the will to overpower. And yet when you needed him most he was no where to be found. No dark hood and cloak in your surrounding vision just the mass murder of the enemy line you foolishly ran into.

"Where are you..?"

Its a pitiful mumble as you try moving but the spear thats embedded into your chest keeping you down doesnt make it easy. You had made a mockery of death when you took it upon yourself to rid the enemys of there leader who came to start war on your kingdom. You denied the orders of your king in a fit of your own rage and while you had killed the man who was so hellbent on bringing chaos to a peaceful land, you had been impaled by a spear.

Were you even worthy to be rewarded by the gods to allow you into their sanctuary or were you another fool who would be sucked down into the depths to join the king of the underworld? Only time would tell and it didnt seem that you had much with the way your head was beginning to spin and splotches of black began crowding your vision. Voices and sounds were all to distant no matter where the were coming from. Between the yells of orders and the sounds of those taking there last breaths you were among the many who would suffer the judgement of the gods.

King!Price who finds you in sea of bodies no longer breathing but his scattered mind tells him otherwise. You cant be dead, your his loyal knight the only way you would die would be at the hands of him when he tells you to die. Even though he can feel how cold you are he still demands you be picked up and brough back to the medical wing in the castle and 'healed' none of the other knights had seen their king as distraut as he was now. So worried over another dead.

But you werent just another dead to him. You were the man he loved, the man he cared for even when you couldnt you were his everything and more and his delusions that you were still alive kept that well fed. The medical wing wasnt empty but it wasnt full, injured knights hadnt all been brough back from the field of battle and yet you were being prioritized even though you were clearly lifeless just by the way you were hanging limply in the arms of the king as he placed you down onto a bed.

No one else was able to touch you other than him as he took off your helmet and revealed your pale face, eyes wide with fear and unmoving. He knew it deep down you were gone no longer his lover, no longer there to be the one to care for him. No you were the husk of what your soul used to be.

Death welcomes all of the souls he travels the path to the afterlife with expect for you. He had been hunting you down like a predator. With each dangerous situation you put yourself in and managed to get out of he was always there waiting for the day he could come and snatch your soul. And finally after years of waiting he had done it. He had taken the soul that had mock and avoided him for so long yet know you were his and it wasnt the gods that would decide your faith no, death had chosen you to be his sucessor. The next death would be you.

Your funeral was morbid. No one showed other than the king and other knights. It made sense with how little you talked of a spouse or a family around them that they would find out you didnt have either. But Price knew. He knew of your guilt that ate away at you even while being his strongest knight, he knew of the weight that was heavy on your shoulders keeping you from properly enjoying your existance on the planet. But he also knew you died alone and truly petrified over the dreadful life you had ending. Your grave was there to display your honor but there would be no one to ever vist because you never had anyone.

Of course over the years your memory faded from Prices mind although he desperately tried clinging to it. He found it difficult to live without you as his devoted knight until someone came a replaced you. Completely erasing you from the pages within. But you were never truly gone, you watched yourself be forgotten about. Hovered near price as he remained king and led the souls of the dead to their rightful places in the afterlife.

Fin.

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Its done. The ending of King Price x Knight Reader. I didnt know how else to end it so I decided with angst and yeah im happy with it :) i am broke so i cant pay for anyones therapy but i can give you a happy owl to make it better

Anxiety (Nero x Reader angst)

You were stressed, extremely stressed. Your workload was doubled, your co-workers were being jerks, and your day was constantly filled with stress, complications, and drama.

Today, however, was a day that changed everything. You returned home, and stalked towards the kitchen angrily, disgruntled because of everything that you had to deal with that day. That was when it hit. Unexpected and sudden, your heart rate started rising and your hands started shaking of their own accord. "Oh God," You whispered, clutching your chest and attempting to take deep breaths in order to calm yourself down.

It didn't work.

If anything, your breathing became more labored; it felt like a hand was closing around your lungs, preventing you from fully breathing. You gasped and huffed, bending over the counter, stabilizing yourself with your shaky arms.

Nero came bounding into the kitchen, tense and battle ready. "Babe, you ok?" He didn't recognize your condition, as he never saw someone have a panic attack this serious before. He was starting to freak out a bit himself, wondering what he should do and when. Eventually he decided to toss his indecisiveness out the window and do what felt right.

Nero slid forwards, took you by the shoulders, and spun you around to face him. "Nero," You gasped, tembling. "Panic attack--really bad," Nero suddenly clicked into a protective mode he didn't know he had, throwing his arms around you and guiding you to the living room. "Jus' sit down, OK? I'll go get you some water." He raced off like The Flash and returned seconds later, some water in his hand. He helped you drink, then sat down on the couch next to you and held you till your ragged breathing slowed and your heart calmed down.

Nero wasn't all that good at comforting people, so instead, he turned on some calming music and stayed by your side, keeping an eye on you and holding you close till you calmed down.

"Hey, hey, don't worry babe. I'm here."

aaaaaaaaaa more simon petrikov screenshots!! part 4 of 4 :3

more next week :]

a lovely mess

Part 4: On negative emotions not being hostile, and overcoming your ego.

Novak Djokovic, Vice Sports interview (2019) in Serbian (with English subtitles)

The One Time I Wasn't There - FINALE -

(Part 4!! You guys are amazing!)

Hearing the soft but clear tinkling of a bell, Cora bristled with confusion, and sat up.

The sheets now rested at her hip as she caught sight of the mute nurse who'd made the noise, who was now holding up a whiteboard to her patiently.

"Um... I really appreciate your message, but I can't read it. Can you turn the lights on, if that's possible?" her patient replied with a slight irritated flare of her nostrils, flicking her gaze around the room once more

Callie gestured to the lights with a tilted head, and following Cora's reluctant approval, the dimmer lights were switched on and the writing on the nurse's board was visible without it being too bright.

Frieda said a visitor was here for you. Do you mind if they come in?

Her eyes flashing with surprise, she stilled. It might be him, and then what? Her throat was closing up just at the thought of him, accompanied by the familiar bittersweet pang of longing that showed itself simultaneously.

But she nodded despite her reservations, and the freckled nurse disappeared behind the door where the lights were too bright to look at for long. Soon after, Cora looked up from a loose thread in her gown when she heard the sharp click of the metal door, and she saw him, and he saw her, and his eyes glimmered with what she thought was relief, before he quickly came to her side, holding her face in his hands where he stood.

"I need to tell you something," she blurted out, her hands firmly on his

At Cora's outburst, he took that as a sign to step back from the hospital bed, his face going back into Squeaky Mode, amicable terror no doubt wreaking havoc in his mind again, like it always did.

She couldn't always tell what he was thinking, but often, now more than not, Cora was able to read her friend like a grade-school book.

"A-are you alright?" he managed, trembling visibly until she stroked his face reassuringly, tucking his hair behind his ears gently.

"I missed you," he breathed out shakily, finally.

He offered a timid TJ-style smile, and she cracked, unable to stop herself from reaching up and closing the distance between her and him with a emotion-filled hug, and she whispered in his ear quietly, so quiet she didn't know if he heard it, while her fingers raked through his hair;

"I love you too damn much, Anthony Caruso."

About KALARA, (Part 4 of 4) :

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Hmmm, now this is an interesting ending. I do hope that Winesap and Jonathan will be able to sneak back to visit Gala from time to time, but I'm afraid that the risk would be too great. I do wonder what the punishment Kalara chooses for the evil ponies shall be...

Once the drought has driven away the crooked ponies who did this and the Tapestry of the Season has been corrected by Kalara's skilled Weaving, things can settle down. The correction will include the return of the Buffalo people and bringing some other surviving Weavers back, then yes, Winesap and Jonathan will be able to visit Gala at the new Weavers villiage.

About Kalara's revenge, I had thought of several different endings but really could not pick one. One idea was to have them rounded up by Equestrian police for embezzlement of Scrubble's treasury. Another was to have each of them hounded to death by different means and yet a third connected the last two by giving them lives full of mishaps and embarrassment including the charge of embezzlement.

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Actor Millie by artsybug0

This was a very painful story. “Are... your parents... did they...?” "Sell us out? Hurt us? No..No... We umm couldn't go back home; mother still thinks we are missing...so we gave each other new names and moved...umm now we have our jobs here." “I’m so sorry this happened to you both. It seems to have caused Belladonna to be so closed off and isolated. And it seems to have given you a positive look on everything despite the trauma you’ve both experienced. Even though she’s irritated and closed off now, I hope she doesn’t fully shut herself out from everybody. It would be a shame to lose her kindness…” "My sister hates humankind she sees them as bodies of meat she just wants to do her job and if she were to talk it's to me, she only trusts me," Apple says looking at the photo on her desk. Millie nods her head sadly. The trauma seems to really have effected Belladonna in a harsh way. “Can I ask one final personal question...?” Apple nods "Yes what is it?" Millie pauses for a moment, debating in her head off if she should ask. Is it a good idea? Would it be too much? But one thing was clear. Apple was very kind and easy to get along with, unlike her sister. If there was ever anyone to ask for information about Belladonna to, it’d be Apple. “Is there anything that I can do to make her less agitated or closed off? Or in general just make her less annoyed with me?” Apple sighs and bites her lip "Millie, dear, just give her space okay she...she just...needs time." Millie sighs. A part of her had almost already accepted this answer. “I understand. It’s clear she has a hard time trusting people. And in a way you can’t blame her, can you? All she’s experienced is pain and betrayal.” Apple simply nods and smiles.  It’s clear no more information would be gained from Apple. She was trying to be nice. Millie was about to leave when she has a thought. “Can I ask one more question before I go?” "Yes, what is your question." Apple watches Millie her rabbit ears twitching a little. “Can I ask...how did you make it through all the pain and trauma without closing your heart off like your sister?” Millie asks softly. Her eyes meeting Apple’s. Apple sighs and sits down "My sister...I... I had to move on...I don't forget what happened to me...and it changed me yes, but I had to grow." Millie nods. She doesn���t know what it is about Apple, but she makes her feel very safe and relaxed. “You’re very strong, you know that...?” "Thank you, Millie," Apple nods and smiles. Millie smiles back at her. “Thank you for being so honest with me. I’ll leave you alone now. I hope things get better for you and your sister. And thank you... your kindness has definitely given me at least something good to think about after today.” Apple nods and watches her walk away getting back to writing the next week's episode script. 

Source: Venom: Let There Be Carnage | Behind The Scenes | Part 4

This one was short and he was barely in it, so have some bonus gifs!

Source (left): HarperCollins UK, Andy Serkis on recording J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit audiobook

Source (right): HarperCollins UK, Andy Serkis on recording the audiobook of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

**(I am also currently working on a full set of gifs from both of these interviews 🙂)

Source: Andy Serkis Talks HOBBIT-ATHON: Reading "The Hobbit" 12 Hours Straight For COVID-19 Relief

Source: Andor | An Inside Look at Kino Loy | Disney+

Four.

I'm tucked snugly, quite comfortably into my 4-post bed, the curtains drawn around me, blissfully asleep in the warm and the dark. The sound of my name awakens me.

"Who's there?" I ask. It had better not be Robert Sheehan.

"Charles Dickens," comes the reply. This is what I get for reading Greg Jenner's Dead Famous before bed.

But I know that distinctive voice. I part the bed curtains. "Dan Stevens?!" I ask incredulously, laying eyes on the extremely handsome English actor in the early morning light.

"It's Charles Dickens," Dan Stevens insists. He's brought a friend.

"And John Forster," adds Justin Edwards-in-Victorian-costume.

Accepting that these British thespians are in character as their The Man Who Invented Christmas counterparts, I ask, "Are you the Ghosts of Christmas Past? Am I dreaming?"

"Neither," says John/Justin, pulling a pie sprinkled with sugar seemingly out of nowhere.

That explained nothing. I thought back to Robert Sheehan telling me his creepy Oatesian visit wasn't a dream. I then grew distracted by the state of my bedroom, suddenly filled with evergreen trees and boughs decorated with silver baubles, iridescent glass bubbles, and magical flickering candles. I smelled cinnamon and cloves; was someone mulling red wine in my bedroom?

It was beginning to look a lot like Victorian Christmas and smell like it too. My chamber suddenly possessed a long dining table on which there lay a roasted turkey, an enormous figgy pudding, and a rapidly-multiplying host of 19th-century holiday delicacies that would have made Ichabod Crane's head explode.

"And you're saying you two are not the Ghosts of Christmas Past?" I asked my guests for clarification.

Seating themselves at the table, they denied being ghosts a second time as they helped themselves to a portion of the mouth-watering feast.

"Tuck in," said Charles/Dan.

I serve myself, but soon notice how the actors favor each other's company, eat from each other's plates, and feed one another. They'd constructed an elaborate ritual that allowed them to touch one another without social judgment.

"What is this?" I wonder out loud.

"You could think of it as recursion," Charles/Dan says. "Each Christmas harks back to every other Christmas. This Christmas reminds you of childhood Christmases, which in turn retains elements of Victorian Christmas past, which in turn bears marks of earlier traditions, and so on."

"One might say," remarks John/Justin, "that, in a sense, there has only ever been one Christmas and we return to it every year. We practice the myth of eternal return when we practice Christmas." His thumb traces a line of cream that Charles/ Dan has smeared on his cheek, then eats the errant cream.

"I still don't understand why I'm here," I say.   "Why was it necessary for me to be the Scrooge in this drama?"

"It isn't," Charles/Dan says flatly. "We merely need your bed."

With that they abandon their feast and retire to my comfy bed, drawing the curtains behind them. I politely ignore their pleasured sighs as I slice into a steaming plum pie, but internally I wish they'd gotten a different room. I knew the Somerset Maugham Suite at the Oriental Hotel in Bangkok had recently been vacated.

* * *

Author's Note: Oliver Sacks wrote that Charles Dickens had a haunted mind, but didn't explain that statement and then very sadly passed away. I began to understand it when I read about the railway accident he was involved in. I now believe that perhaps Dr. Sacks also meant that Dickens was haunted by his childhood poverty. This is depicted in The Man Who Invented Christmas and discussed in Dead Famous.

But then in this podcast ( https://open.spotify.com/episode/42Lxa7D0KN8wIuYFaKwt20?si=GLdHTQOJTT6pFN4D91KNSA ) Helena Kelly spilled the absolute tea on Dickens and found out that he might have been lying about working in a boot blacking factory?! And he probably had syphilis, which he gave to Kate and the children - some of them may have died from it! - and maybe her sister too?! I don't want to slut shame Charles Dickens, but I do think I understand what Dr. Sacks meant a lot more deeply now.

But I wouldn't be sad if the ghost of Dr. Oliver Sacks wanted to visit me and talk about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38688123/chapters/97612707

     Platonically kissing your bf’s brother because he finally came around to the idea of his younger brother having a girlfriend.

[4/4] Unused Crash Team Rumble Voices (Season 2) | Friday, 12.29.2023

Here's the final portion of archived/unused voice clips found within the game's files regarding the second season of Crash Team Rumble.

Enjoy!

I have great news. You make it to the first floor way before Angwyn does.