#saved you for last bb so that this will be the final ask of the night bc i want people to read this tmrw <3
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I am really feeling a whole situation with like Joseph Woll where the reader is like his friend and is trying to get his attention with a new outfit. Maybe it’s a bit hot and heavy and I’m definitely feeling it being set to “dress” by taylor swift….
Oh, absolutely, bb! 🤍 Friends to lovers with Woller - yes, please 😉 This also goes out to the anon who asked for soft smut with this cutie!
Joe's such a Prince Charming, and I'm def here for it! I hope I've managed to convey your vision, with just a hint of heartache and a whole lot of romance, spiced up with a touch of smut 🤭 Please, enjoy 💓
Warnings; 18+ smut; f masturbating, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v); 🤍
Word count; 4.4K
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Dress - “I don’t want you like a best friend” I Joseph Woll 🖋️🌺⚡️
"WOAH! What a save from Woll! The game's flipping like crazy, and the Leafs are battling the Islanders! Who'd have thought it, eh? The home team was cruising with a 4-0 lead halfway through the second period!"
You found yourself holding your breath, listening to the commentators bellowing on the telly. The Leafs had been trailing for most of the game, but out of nowhere, the tables had turned, and now they were tied 4-4 going into overtime.
It was another Thursday night, glued to the TV for the Leafs' away game, and another night spent cheering on your best friend Joseph Woll as he pulled off incredible saves. And to everyone’s surprise, the game ended 4-5, all thanks to his amazing comeback.
-
No one could’ve prepared you.
When you first met Joseph Woll, you never expected the whirlwind that would follow. Not only was he a goaltender for the Toronto Maple Leafs, but he was also the kindest, most charming, and good-looking guy you'd ever met. His smile could effortlessly light up a room and his personality had you smitten right from the start. And life just wasn't the same after that.
Because Joe seemed miles out of your league. Despite the laughs and friendly banter, he never showed any romantic interest beyond friendship. So, you instead accepted your role and stood by him as his best friend.
Truth be told, navigating your feelings wasn't easy. Ever since you became friends through mutual connections, you'd been riding waves of highs and lows. You were nothing but an ordinary person, getting on with life after finishing your studies, figuring out this whole adulting thing. And he was a pro athlete, admired by many, especially the ladies.
However, his last relationship, which nearly turned serious, had ended painfully, so you remained the steadfast friend, always there to listen and support him as he concentrated on his career and avoided getting emotionally entangled.
Little did he know, his heartache only served to deepen your own feelings for him. Now that he was single, a spark of hope ignited within you, despite knowing it was ill-timed while he was still healing.
Despite the ache in your heart, you continued to be his rock, offering your shoulder whenever he needed it, whether it was about hockey or his personal struggles.
-
Watching Joseph from the comfort of your sofa in your small studio apartment, a glass of red wine in hand, was a balm for your soul. His infectious smile as the final horn sounded, and his teammates surrounded him with pats on the head and hugs for his stellar performance, warmed your heart deeply. Yet, it also stirred something more intimate within you.
You almost felt a pang of guilt as you watched the post-game interview on your phone from your bed, your hand gradually finding its way under the duvet to your lacy underwear, gently exploring your sensitive spot.
Allowing the video to loop, you listened to his voice as you increased the intensity, edging yourself closer to pleasure.
Part of you wished to stop, to redirect your thoughts away from him as you indulged in self-pleasure. However, even after switching off the interview, his image lingered in your mind, haunting your thoughts as you closed your eyes.
You pictured his long, dexterous fingers teasing your most sensitive areas, his hands exploring and stimulating you with care and desire. Imagining how he would make love to you, with tender motions and passionate kisses, filled your mind with longing.
But it was only you, your own touch, yet with thoughts of him filling your mind, you reached the peak of pleasure, his name slipping from your lips as you released a sigh of satisfaction.
You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Only the thought that you were the only one privy to this intimate moment provided some comfort, but it didn't fully alleviate the feeling. As you gradually opened your eyes and returned to the reality of your own apartment, a soft "shit" escaped your lips, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.
The boys were returning from their short road trip with a renewed vigour, just in time for the annual ‘A Night with Blue & White’ gala. A night that promised to be a dazzling affair, with the venue adorned in the team's colours, heartfelt speeches about community outreach and opportunities for children filling the air, and the Toronto Maple Leafs players dressed to the nines in their finest suits.
And to your great surprise, Joseph had asked you to be his date for the night just before they went on the road. At first, you couldn't quite believe it. He wanted you to accompany him alongside his teammates and friends for the evening, to which you naturally, eagerly accepted, the words almost tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. You had to apologise for your overzealous response, but Joe, always so sweet, simply chuckled and flashed you his charming smile.
"Don’t worry, it's just as friends, so you don’t have to be nervous, y/n," he reassured you.
As if that was supposed to ease your mind? If anything, it only made the sting sharper. Yet, with your knack for putting on a brave face, you brushed it off with a friendly smile.
"Well, I can’t help it, Joe… now I have to find a dress! I mean, I don’t have anything to wear for a gala!"
There was a moment of shared laughter as you enjoyed a quick dinner together, catching up on a few episodes of your favourite TV show.
"Oh, no need to panic! Y/n, you'll look beautiful in anything!"
Joseph's words echoed in your mind for days, accompanied by his laughter and broad grin. Did he truly mean that you'd look good in anything? Even beautiful?
You tried to push the thought aside. You knew you had to let go of the hope for his romantic affection, as he consistently reinforced that you were just his friend.
However, you couldn't resist one last attempt. Seizing the chance to dress to impress, you searched for the perfect outfit to catch Joe's eye. And if this didn't work, you resolved to find a way to move on from your unrequited feelings.
So, as the event was only a day away, you settled on what you deemed the perfect combination of elegance and allure: a long, silky black dress, with a chic neckline and a hint of skin. It struck the balance between sophistication and allure, hoping to capture Joseph's attention, as you promised yourself to go all out, bring your best self – and if Joe still saw you as just a friend, at least you could say you gave it your all. Well, except for directly telling him how you felt; but you weren't quite that bold.
Yet as the night approached, you felt nothing but confident and radiant, putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. Tonight, you hoped to gain clarity on your deep feelings, whether for better or worse, and you were prepared to face whatever came your way.
You allowed yourself a few minutes to pep-talk yourself and make a few power poses in the mirror, however, interrupting your thoughts, a knock sounded at your door. Joseph, as expected, had come to pick you up, and when you met him at the doorway, a smile automatically spread across your face.
"Wow, love the look, Mr. Caveman," you chuckled lightly, noticing how he'd let his dark beard grow out.
"Yeah, well, all the boys were doing it, so I thought I'd give it a shot as well," Joe laughed, running his hand over the scruff.
As always, he looked impeccably handsome in his dark grey checkered suit, his hair perfectly styled with just the right touch of ruggedness from the beard. Which only made it harder to accept the possibility that he didn't share your feelings.
"Well, it suits you," you merely replied, flashing him a sweet smile.
There was a moment of silence as you both exchanged smiles, until Joe shook his head, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your outfit.
"Oh, and wow, you look…" he struggled to find the words to describe your appearance. "Wow…"
It was the exact reaction you'd hoped for.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," you chuckled in response.
"It... it definitely is."
And after a few more moments of sharing admiring glances, Joe, ever the gentleman, offered you his arm as you walked to his car, ready to embark on the evening ahead.
To describe the venue as breathtakingly beautiful would be an understatement, as the blue and white lights illuminated the Fairmont Royal York Hotel, casting an elegant glow and creating a stunning atmosphere.
Everything about the night seemed perfect, except for the reaction you longed for from Joseph. Despite his proximity in the crowded room, he felt simultaneously near yet distant, leaving you yearning for more. You wanted him to see you, to truly see you.
And as the evening slowly wore on, you felt your hands tremble and your heart race as you watched him softly play tunes on the piano in the dim light. Thankfully, it seemed no one else noticed the depth of your connection to the goalie, but as everyone stood in awe of his talent, you reached your breaking point.
You'd held back for so long, the patience and desperate longing eating away at you. So, taking a large sip of the expensive champagne, you excused yourself to catch some fresh air. Perhaps you weren't quite ready to confront your own emotions, to face the truth of whether Joe felt the same for you.
So, you resolved to let it go. That was, until Joseph caught up with you just outside in the yard.
"Hey, y/n, are you okay?" he gently took hold of your hand, causing you to turn halfway to meet his gaze. But you couldn't muster the cheerful smile you usually wore. You had surrendered to defeat, allowing tears to well in your eyes and trickle down your cheek as you looked up at the tall man before you. "Oh damn, what's wrong?"
Under the starlit night sky, your gaze locked with Joe's, his hand resting gently on your arm. Despite the cold January air causing a light shiver, your mind was too preoccupied to notice. And with a final mental push, you mustered the courage to speak your truth.
"I don't want you like a best friend, Joe..."
Joseph seemed taken aback, his concerned expression shifting to one of stunned surprise. "What?"
"I can't keep doing this..." your voice trembled, struggling to hold back tears. Instead, you offered him a smile, though your eyes betrayed nothing but defeat. "I can't pretend to be just your best friend when... when I'm in love with you."
The words hung in the air, your heart laid bare and open, as your deepest secret was exposed. Now, you would discover whether it would all come crashing down or if there was still hope.
But Joseph remained silent, his deep brown eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the evening.
Meanwhile, tears welled in your eyes. With each passing moment, the ache in your heart intensified, as if a knife were being twisted, digging deeper and deeper.
The pain was unbearable.
You couldn't fathom what was going through Joseph's mind. And just as you were on the brink of giving up all hope, he finally broke the silence.
"Y/n, I..."
"It's okay," you interjected quickly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand..."
Just like that, the knife was pulled out, leaving your heart shattered into a million pieces.
"No, you don't understand..." Joseph's words cut through the air, his hands reaching out for yours, holding them tightly as his eyes bore into yours. "Y/n... I'm in love with you too."
The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had already resigned yourself to your fate, but Joseph suddenly turned everything on its head.
"What?" you gasped, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.
"Yeah, I... I think I've been in love with you for... God knows how long," he admitted with a mixture of laughter and sigh, running his fingers through his hair as if he were just realising the depth of his feelings.
"Wait... You're in love with me?”
You were utterly stunned; your head spinning as you tried to process what Joseph was confessing to you.
"Well, yeah! I was just worried you didn't feel the same... Every time I tried to flirt with you, you just... laughed it off and carried on with a joke or something," he admitted. "And... truthfully, I was afraid you wouldn’t want, you know, this kind of life, one with me and my career."
It was all too much to take in. You felt like your heart was bleeding, yet Joseph was slowly piecing it back together with his own admission of feelings. And suddenly, a rush of joy swept over you, as if all wounds had been healed, and you almost couldn't resist throwing yourself into his arms.
Closing the distance between you, you reached up to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You felt a hint of embarrassment at how eager you must have seemed, but in that moment, you didn't care. Finally, you were free, and Joseph shared the same desire as you.
Breaking apart from the kiss, you couldn't help but chuckle, the sound mingling with Joseph's laughter. "Shit, I'm so sorry... I just... I've wanted to do that for so long," you confessed, briefly looking down.
But Joseph's hand under your chin gently lifted your head, allowing your eyes to meet his once again.
"Don't worry... so have I," he murmured before leaning in to place another kiss on your lips, this time with more depth, his hand tangling in your hair as yours rested on his chest.
Both of you were lost in the moment, oblivious to the biting cold that surrounded you. And as you slowly pulled apart once more, your reverie was interrupted by cheers from some of the players who had come to find you.
"GO JOE!"
"Woohooo Woller!"
"Now you can finally stop whining about her!"
You and Joe turned to face the teammates, both of you unable to suppress your laughter.
"Oh, this is embarrassing..." Joe chuckled, a blush rising on his already pink cheeks from the chilly weather.
"Well, at least you haven't been crying..." you laughed along, still feeling the remnants of tears on your cheeks.
"Hmm, you're right about that, but then it's lucky that you're a lot more beautiful than me when you cry," Joe said with a sweet smile, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Yeah, that's probably a good thing." Another tender moment lingered between you as the other players began making their way back inside, and suddenly your body shivered uncontrollably. "Maybe we should head inside..." you suggested, giving Joe a pleading look, to which he nodded in agreement.
And true to his gentlemanly nature, Joe first removed his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, his arm still around you as he guided you indoors.
"How about we get out of here?" he softly suggested, and you couldn't agree more. The event was winding down anyway, and right now all you wanted was to be alone with your newfound love.
-
There were no words that could adequately capture the overwhelming joy coursing through your body, the sparkling endorphins igniting every nerve as Joe drove you home and walked you to the door.
There was so much you wanted to express, so many feelings you longed to articulate. Yet, in that moment, as he leaned in and your lips met in another heartfelt kiss, words became unnecessary.
Well, perhaps except for, "Want to come inside?"
Your voice was low and soft, cautious not to betray your eagerness. But you knew your desire for Joe was shining like the brightest star on a cloudless night. And thankfully, he shared the same longing.
The air in your small apartment felt heavy and charged as you both entered. Skipping the formalities, you simply took his hand and led him towards the bed. The sensual tension hanging thick in the air, as Joseph's eyes were locked onto yours, his breaths heavy with anticipation.
He could feel the rush of blood to his member as his mind raced with thoughts of finally making love to you. And as you turned around, your back to him, pulling your hair to one side, he understood the unspoken invitation.
"Take it off?" you whispered softly, and without hesitation, he let his long fingers find the fabric wrapped around your neck, gently untying it to reveal your naked breasts. Then slowly moving further down, he delicately unzipped the small zipper holding the dress to your curvy figure, letting it fall to the floor around your heels.
Left in nothing but a delicate pair of knickers, you turned around slowly, letting him admire your nude figure.
Joe had to swallow hard as he looked at you, his eyes tracing every curve before meeting yours again. "You're stunning," he murmured softly, before tangling his hands in your hair and drawing you into a passionate kiss.
You easily melted into his embrace, your tongues moving sensually as you shared the warmth of your mouths. Meanwhile, your hand automatically sought him out in the dim light, starting to loosen his tie. And Joseph felt the eagerness and desire rising within him, deftly assisting you in removing his blazer and tie.
With each passing moment, the air grew hotter, your lips seeking each other in between deep breaths, as Joe guided you backwards until the backs of your knees met the mattress. With gentle motions, he encouraged you to lie down, lifting your legs into the air, before he tenderly removed one of your heels, placing a soft kiss on your ankle, then repeating the gesture on the other foot.
You couldn't help but smile. Joe's touch felt amazing, and you hadn't even fully experienced it yet.
Standing there, your legs on either side of him, the tall goaltender admired the sight of your nearly naked body before him. It was everything he had fantasised about for months; your skin shimmering in the moonlight, adorned with tiny droplets of sweat from the chemistry between you.
And Joe felt the same warmth coursing through him. So, while maintaining eye contact, he slowly undressed in front of you.
You had to bite your lip, propping yourself up on your elbows as you admired his face and physique. And what particularly caught your eye was the growing hardness in his boxers, a clear sign of his desire for you. Merely seeing it made your pulse quicken, your cunt pulsating even without his touch.
Your heart pounded in your chest again, but this time, it wasn't from anxiety or fear of heartbreak. No, this time, it was your intense longing for Joseph about to be fulfilled. And as he gently let his fingers find the waistband of your knickers, effortlessly pulling them off, before kneeling on the mattress, prompting you to shift so he could settle between your legs, you found yourself craving more.
It was a moment both of you had been anticipating, yearning for so long.
Yet Joseph took his time. Although neither of you were novices in intimacy, he wanted to ensure it was nothing short of incredible for you. So, as you lay there, your legs slightly bent and spread open for him, he let his fingers delicately explore your sensitive heat, eliciting a soft gasp from you.
Reclining on your back once more, your hands resting on either side of your head, your body surrendered to his deliberate touch, your mind focusing on your breathing. However, it was futile as he gently pressed a finger against your entrance before slowly sliding it inside.
His movements were unhurried and cautious, causing you to softly plead for more. And your wish was his command. Adding a second finger, Joe tenderly stimulated your inner walls, feeling the wetness of your cunt as he savoured the soft sounds of your pleasure. He felt his member almost throbbing with anticipation as he let his fingers glide in and out of your centre, watching your expressions of pure pleasure, while he couldn't help the small patch of pre-cum forming on his boxers.
"Mmm, yes Joe…" you softly moaned as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you, occasionally causing your eyes to roll back in ecstasy.
The atmosphere grew hotter and heavier, your moans growing louder with each passing moment, filling the room. But you couldn't contain yourself. You'd been dreaming of Joe's touch for so long, and now that it was finally happening, it surpassed all your expectations.
His fingers alone were steadily bringing you closer to the brink of orgasm, yet you yearned for more; to feel Joseph inside you, filling you completely and holding you close.
"Joe," you breathed out softly. "Please, I need you inside me…"
And you didn't have to ask him twice. His pulsing cock was already eager to be enveloped by your tight walls. So, with careful movements, Joe withdrew his fingers, leaving you with a sense of anticipation. Yet, you knew what was about to happen would feel even better.
Stepping back onto the floor, Joseph kept his eyes on you as he gently lowered his boxers, revealing his proudly erect length. You almost wanted to call it beautiful, if such a term could be applied to a penis. Your mouth almost watered as he returned to the mattress, positioning himself between your legs, his larger frame hovering over your smaller one, before descending into another deep kiss.
Your hands quickly moved to grasp his brown locks as you felt the tip of his manhood teasing your entrance. And as you sensed the pressure of his length, you instinctively pressed your body against his, urging him to penetrate you.
"Oh yes…" you moaned, breaking the kiss as Joe stretched your core, filling you completely as your tight muscles embraced his member.
"Damn, y/n/n… you feel incredible," he muttered softly upon reaching the depths of your walls.
It was an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation, but what truly sent your mind spinning was when he began to withdraw, only to thrust back in and establish a steady rhythm.
Moans grew louder as you shared this intense intimacy, the heat radiating from your bodies with each thrust and movement. Your hands couldn't stay still, yet eventually settling on his broad shoulders, while your legs instinctively wrapped around his lower back. The lift from your hips provided him with the space he needed, and as the intensity increased, so did his actions.
"Mmm, yes…" Joe moaned as he picked up the pace, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as he felt the waves of pleasure building within him.
"Shi- Joe, you feel… oh, yes…" You couldn't even manage a coherent sentence in the heat of the moment.
It surpassed all your wildest dreams. The perfect combination of desire and passion intertwined with deep, romantic feelings hung in the air. And as Joe maintained his steady rhythm, the sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, you felt yourself edging closer to climax.
And Joe could sense it too, feeling your walls gently tightening around his shaft, bringing him closer to the edge as well. "Oh… fu-" he hummed between moans. You felt absolutely wonderful, and he worried he might reach his climax too soon.
So, observing you close your eyes, he slid an arm down between your bodies, supporting himself on the other arm as his hand found your clit. And as he could sense your nails lightly digging into his skin, he knew you were close. Then slowly circling your bud of nerves with his skilled fingers, he watched as your breaths became erratic and desperate, your moans disjointed, and your back arching, causing your head to fall back onto the pillow.
"Oh yes! Joe, yes, I'm coming…" you cried out, as he continued to stimulate your clit.
"Yes, come for me…" he whispered along with your moans. And within seconds, you let out a loud cry, holding your breath for a moment as you reached climax.
It was intense few seconds as time seemed to stand still, your mind soaring while Joe made love to you through the rush.
And the sight of you reaching climax almost pushed Joe over the edge, causing him to thrust harder and faster, driving himself towards his own release. And it didn't take long before his motions became desperate, his need for release matching the intensity while your muscles clenched around him.
So, with a final loud groan and a few deep breaths, Joe allowed himself to let go, releasing as he spilled into your depths.
It was intensely passionate, both of you sharing loud moans, surrounded by sweat and the heat of your bodies as you gradually calmed yourselves, slowly returning from your euphoric states. You didn't even realise how long the two of you remained still in that position, your core still pulsating around his shaft as Joe caught his breath and regained his strength, eventually lifting his head to place a soft kiss on your lips.
Satisfied smiles graced your faces as you shared light chuckles, and Joe gently withdrew his cock from within you, coming to rest beside you and wrapping an arm under your head, pulling you close for a cuddle.
"That was…" he breathed out softly.
Turning your body towards his, you placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "Perfection?"
Joe chuckled again at your sweet word, his other arm resting behind his head as he gazed down at you. "Perfection, indeed."
It was the perfect conclusion to a perfect night, yet also the beginning of something deeper and more profound.
#my asks#18+ smut#joseph woll smut#joseph woll imagine#toronto maple leafs imagine#nhl hockey imagine
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So I decided to read through Bramblestar's leader ceremony from the original Ultimate Guide today- and I had a thought: have you chosen what cats give him his lives in Better Bones already? Granted, I'm sure you'll gut some of the canon placements for not knowing him in life (Lionheart) or being alive by the time he becomes leader (Goldenflower, Ferncloud, Mousefur) but Bluestar imparting clear judgement is a fun virtue considering his actions are anything but. Plus, Jayfeather could always gripe about it when he argues with Bramblestar. 'Wow Bramblestar, you sure displayed clear judgement when you asked me to let Sunrise BLEED OUT IN CAMP!'
I hadn't picked yet actually! I also haven't read his leader ceremony in aaaages. I never really liked it, felt full of TPB fanservice and didn't really say a lot about Bramblestar as a leader.
(But tbf that is probably because the writers have no idea what they're doing with him. He's generically noble and they have a double standard against female characters, so they just use his man pain to make the girls in his life feel wretched without examining WHY having defiant women in his life bruises his ego so easily)
But anyway, I don't have a FINALIZED thing yet, but here's a rough draft. It's a total overhaul. A big difference in BB and Canon is that Bramblestar is leader BEFORE the reveal, and long before the Battle of the True Eclipse. So all of these picks have to be from Po3 and before.
(BB context: Firestar was killed offscreen during the Fire Scene in an assassination, Ashfur took advantage of the situation to attack the Three. It was an arson set by Whiskernose and carried out by Thornclaw, Breezepelt, and possibly Harespring. Ashfur is still on the run, suspected of killing Firestar to hurt Squilf because he failed to hurt her kits)
(also if you want FULL full context go look at BB!Hollyleaf's character summary)
Gorseclaw -- Righteousness.
His progenitor ancestor who set history into motion by betraying his siblings during Ripplestar's Rot, and whose curse continues down through the generations. He tells him he's proud. He SEES how much he's struggled. He's had to make hard choices that everyone else thought would be easy, and he understands. But he's done the right thing... and he tells him to keep doing it.
Bramble briefly feels hot with shame-- did he really have so many ancestors in the Dark Forest that he had to hear from someone so ancient? Tigerstar, Pinestar, Oakstar... this life unsettles him and sets the tone for the rest of the ceremony
Snowcarve (Snowkit) -- Opportunity.
The last time Brambleclaw saw his little uncle, he was carried off by a hawk after shoving one of them out of the way. He stands as a proud, starry adult before him: the age he would have been. He "speaks" through unfamiliar glyphs that form beside his head, and Brambleclaw knows somehow that this is the writing that he had been working on before his death. Snowcarve commands that he watch for that which he would have missed, to listen to those who are different and have new ideas, for opportunity is silent and tender. If your mind and heart are closed to what could have been, you will miss your chance and never know what you could have had.
Brambleclaw tries to bring up that he's sorry he didn't save him-- Snowcarve taps his ear and shakes his head, giving him a stern glare. The words say, "you did not need forgiveness. It was my choice and I have never regretted it." In fact, he can wave his tail and welcome the next life;
Yellowfang -- Judgement.
She asks him, "Would you ever blame a kitten for what someone else did?"
Bramble is confused, "Of course not?"
"Then stop blaming yourself for what others have done for you. I ran back into that fire to save my herbs and leeches. I put myself there, and Firestar knew that. Stop confusing blame for experience, guilt is not wisdom, pain is not good judgement."
Feathertail -- Kindness.
A little bit of understanding goes a long way. When you get wrapped up in your anger, or your fear, slow down and consider the feelings and intentions of others. You'll find that most people are good.
(He accepts the life but stops himself from arguing with her-- ok, sure, but what about everyone who isn't? He has a bit of a thought spiral wondering if the wise cat he'd travelled with had changed or if she was ever wise at all)
(Idk which elder is dying in Po3 yet, if it's Frostfur or Mousefur, but one of them gives a life) -- Confidence.
There was a time where their own judgement lapsed, and they pinned their anger on him. They apologize for it, and tell him that this life is for living in spite of that. The strength to mind that you can't control what other people think of you, and the firmness to commit to what he believes is right.
Brackenfur -- Negotiation.
To remember that every action sends a message, to understand that you must remain calm and make the right concessions to accomplish greater things. Don't let emotions like anger, offense, and spite cause you to ruin something you may have worked hard to build.
(Brambleclaw is by the halfway point totally missing the point that these cats are trying to teach him nuance and mindfulness, and mostly feels betrayed and confused. He knows most of these things... and did the elder not just tell him to have confidence in himself in spite of people who hate him?)
Speckletail -- Courage.
When everyone runs away, you run TOWARDS. People will rely on you now, and StarClan will give you the power to protect them. No storm, no beast, and no tyrant will find its way through you. When he takes the life he feels the rage and FEAR she did when she ran towards the bulldozer, the pride in her power as she attacked the human, and learns that Thornclaw was wrong when he told them she looked satisfied on the way down. After kicking him out she was terrified, but overwhelmed by relief and LOVE that her grandson was safe.
It makes him collapse, and as he gets back up he's in tears, asking "i thought this was a life for courage, you were afraid!!" And Speckletail puffs her chest up proudly, "Courage is being terrified and doing it anyway."
Swiftpaw -- Acceptance.
He has no warrior name. He has no adult form. When Brambleclaw asks him for his title, he simply says, "I give you this life to know when to accept what you cannot change, and the wisdom to see what you can't control."
Brambleclaw can't help himself, this ceremony has been a horrible experience, "what a terrible life!"
Swiftpaw dips his head solemnly, "yet without it, what a terrible death." But Swiftpaw also reminds him, this is not a part of his life that he cannot change. He can move on with only eight lives, and he will understand.
But Brambleclaw says no, "I have a clan to protect. This is one of the things I can't control."
He is surprised by how soothing the life is when he gets it though. He doesn't feel any of Swiftpaw's pain as he died. It's not about that. It's the quiet embrace of the void, the shouting as the patrol finds him and Brightpaw, falling away into silence, accepting that he is dying, and that it's okay to let go.
Firestar -- Trust.
It HAS to come at the end.
Firestar opens up by asking Brambleclaw what's wrong, seeing how exhausted he is. He responds, his voice trembling, "I hoped it would be reassuring, but I feel more lost and powerless than ever. How can I be responsible for so many people? How will I protect them all? I will be blamed for everything that goes wrong and never know if I made the right choice!"
Firestar goes hm, genuinely and sympthetically, "Those are very heavy and legitimate doubts for a new leader to have. I felt the same things when I was in your paws. He waves his tail, "So, I will give you the value that it took me many years to learn, something you were not given and so feel you cannot give. With this life I give you TRUST. You will face many trials in the near future, Brambleclaw. Your truth will crumble. Secrets will be revealed, friends will turn out to be foes, those you think are enemies may be allies, but you must not lose the ability to find the good in all of them. Remember that trust is a choice and an honor. Apply it wisely, but bestow it generously."
Bitterly, but with what dignity he can have in this situation, Bramblestar murmurs sadly, "So there will be betrayal, but I must still trust? I had hoped that you, of all ancestors, would not speak in riddles"
Though the world is blurring and the spirits of StarClan are fading away, he catches something pained and complex in Firestar's expression. Like he has so much to say, doesn't have the exact words to express it, and he's running out of time to find them.
"There were no riddles," he shouts already sounding far away, "Listen to what we have told you and you will find the way!"
(Basically he's shouting "WE WERE VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD ACTUALLY!!!")
We wouldn't get to see this happen in Cruel Season though, since it would be offscreen and not important to the plot of that book. I'd rather get it into Bramblestar's Thorns, which is about Alderheart, Sparkpelt, and the ways that they've been impacted by him as a toxic father.
The ceremony is written to highlight his major flaws. Especially the way that he's bursting with doubt, pain, and immediately tends to make things about himself without realizing. Bramblestar is a very unhappy person, and he often extends that misery to other people.
he's a tragedy to me, man. All these people turning out to tell him that love and faith exists for him and he can't even see it.
Anyway, bonus, some other thoughts for possible lives; (still possible some of these guys get swapped out)
Lionheart, his uncle, who died before he was born. He'd give a good life for wisdom but I think these others are a lot stronger.
Birchface, one of his Tigerkin ancestors in StarClan. Decided against him in favor of Gorseclaw; I think Gorse's both more interesting AND his distance is a good point of doubt for Bramble. They had to go back 4 generations to find a direct ancestor who isn't damned to hell. Birch would have just waffled about admitting mistakes anyway, still too fearful to admit that he is responsible for getting Frecklewish and Oakstar damned.
Bluestar, a leader who contributed to the death of his brother and mistrusted him when he was young... but honestly I feel she is kinda irrelevant. He didn't know her well.
Elderberry, one of his apprenticehood friends and the twin of Ferncloud/older sister of Ashfur. It could be cool for her to give a life of mercy and ask him to be rational about Ashfur's crimes (starclan won't say outright that Ashfur didn't do it because they're not entirely sure he was uninvolved until after his death in a few chapters, Dark Forest influence hiding the assassins), but it's actually a lot more important that StarClan is trying to warn him about the LEADER he will be and fatal flaws he will display for arcs and arcs, not waste a life on teasing the plot of a single book.
Cinderpelt, his cousin who died tragically. There's no reincarnation thing so she could be here to give a life, but I think the current list is a lot stronger.
Lynxkit, his oldest sister. Strongly considered her for acceptance but I think Swiftpaw's WAAAY stronger and I don't need both of them.
#better bones au#BB!Bramblestar#Bramblestar's Thorns#Leader Life Ceremony#tw death#tw animal death#what else should I tag this with? I know Swift's life could be triggering#Also say hello to Snowcarve lmao#I think my favorite/funniest overhauls are when I go in the EXACT opposite direction as the wider fanon#Sweet cute snow? nay. Snowcarve would have been an english teacher
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Sweet cream w/ flawless Tomu hehe ^-^ sending you love on this Sunday evening <3
prompt: sweet cream
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cum feeding/eating, snowballing, daddy kink
words: 1k
also hehe thank u so much anon bb <33 sending u lots of love back!!
“Is baking with cum possible?”
It’s probably one of the dumbest questions you’ve ever asked, uttered with a sleepy curiosity only a few moments after Tomura’s stuffed you full of his own, your head rising and falling with the erratic breaths of his sweaty chest.
“Anything is possible,” he snorts. “It’s more a question of why you’d want to.”
“Because s’just…It’s just leaking outta me,” you whine, pout weighting your voice, hips wiggling a little in accentuation. “Seems like such a waste.”
It’s true—you can feel it, dribbling out of your fluttering little hole in drooling dollops, thick and sticky cream smearing across your inner thighs as they clench in a feeble attempt to halt more from escaping.
Tomura chuckles, the sound somehow both fond and patronizing, his voice vibrating against your ear.
“Well, I don’t think there’s any way for me to scoop it out of you and save it for later use,” he begins, shuffling your body a little so he can nudge your head with his shoulder, gazing down at you with twinkling eyes, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But I can feed you some, if that’s what my baby really wants...”
And, oh, the gasp you emit is absolutely precious, airy and light and full of want.
“Yes,“ your breathing out, voice barely above a murmur. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
And it’s so intimate, Daddy foregoing using his fingers like he normally does to favour his tongue as his tool this time, head settling between your spread legs to scatter a few kisses along your pubic bone, sure to press an extra gentle kiss to your still swollen clit.
A cute squeal catches in your throat when his tongue prods at your hole, almost hesitantly so, as if testing the waters before it delves in, working its way past the tight ring of muscle and into your sweet cunt. It coils in on itself, forming a small hollow and using the tip to fill it with what’s left of the viscous substance.
Your hips push towards his face, instinctive and eager for more—get it all, Daddy! I want it all!— and he growls into you, large palms flattening over your hipbones and pushing, pressing you back into the mattress.
He takes his time, diligent and dedicated in his quest of licking you clean, of giving his baby every last drop of what she’s so desperately craving, what she’s so desperately needing, the point of his tongue digging into your silky walls and scraping them clean.
Finally, he’s sitting back on his heels, chin and jaw a shimmering mess, and you push yourself up on your elbows, yearning, mouth opened wide and waiting.
With a playful roll of his eyes, he leans forward, fists dimpling the mattress on either side of your body, and slots his mouth against yours.
The flavour is strong, so tart and bitter it borders on sour, a stark contrast to his inherently sugar-infused saliva. But it’s good, too, tastes twining together to create something new, something so distinctly him.
Your tongues flatten, grinding against one another in slow, rhythmic motions, languid and lazy as his cum stains your mouth, as you soak him up and swallow him down, starved for everything he can bestow to you.
And it’s so messy, drool oozing from the corners of your lips to slick your chins, rendering everything sticky and slippery, skin gliding against one anothers. Thick threads of saliva hang heavy between your mouths, glimmering in the dim light as he eventually manages to pull his tongue away from you, smirking a little at the discontented whine that sounds at the back of your throat.
“It’s, um...O-On my thighs, too, Daddy,” you tell him, stuck somewhere between dreamy and shy, cheek half-hidden in the mattress as you gaze up at him through lidded eyes.
“Greedy girl,” Tomura says, but his voice drips with adoration, head dipping between your legs again to drag his tongue along your inner thighs, thick muscle sopping up the half-dried strokes of cum, the outer layers of each smudge having begun crusting from the cool air, the heat of Tomura’s mouth melting them again.
There isn’t much left on his tongue, but he gives it to you anyway, laughing a little behind sealed lips at the cute grabby hands you make as he rises again, fingers clamping over his shoulders and tugging.
Your mouth is already open again, little tongue stuck out as far as it can be, entitled and expectant, and Tomura allows his own tongue to unfurl from his mouth, tinged with his essence, leaning down to drag it, slow and purposeful, against your own.
Your tongue curls, wrapping around his and sucking it between your teeth, lips puckered and cheeks hollowed. It pulls a soft noise of surprise from him, crimson eyes instinctually snapping open before his lips spread into a smile against your own, mouth going lax and allowing you to continue your suckling and slurping, swallowing every last drop of anything he has to give you.
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As it turns out, baking with cum is indeed possible, and the internet is full of interesting recipes, stumbling across one for cummy crepes that utilizes semen in it’s sweet cream filling and deciding that it sounded good.
Tomura isn’t nearly as into the idea as you are—Whaddya want me to do, jerk off into a bowl for you? Well, can you help me?—but is willing to give it a try anyway, allowing you to pump his cock hard and fast until he’s spurting ropes of cream onto a small mountain of powdered sugar (You cum so much, Daddy!).
The crepes are a miserable failure—you could’ve really used Kurogiri’s guidance, but there’s no way he would’ve approved of your special ingredient—the batter too thick to be spread into an even, thin pancake, but the cream filling itself turns out pretty magnificent, whipped and light and oh-so-sweet.
Lounging on the balcony as the sinking sun paints the rippled clouds in shades of magenta, you and Tomura take turns dipping your fingers into the fluffy mountain of filling and gathering peaked dollops on the tips, letting one another suck the other’s digits clean.
“Alright,” Tomura’s saying as he swipes an index finger along the bottom of the bowl, collecting the last bit of remaining cream on the pad, sticky tongue running along his bottom lip, chasing phantom sugar. “Maybe we should try cooking with my cum more often.”
#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura smut#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x smut#shigaraki x you#very fun anon thank u for this!!!#word doesn't appear until the end hehe
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lucas is ten years old, and he has made a mortal enemy. there is an owl living in the tree just outside his bedroom window and he freaking hates it, okay? it’s so loud and annoying and smug and it won’t stop “hoooing” all night long — or however you spell it. whatever. and look, lucas has never been one for violence, but there is a reason he asked his parents for a wrist rocket last christmas, and no, he hasn’t hit the stupid bird yet but one of these days he’s gonna get it, and he’s gonna take the fucker down, right between it’s freaky yellow eyes, and he’ll finally get a good night’s sleep. just you wait.
lucas is twelve years old, and he’s wide awake. and yeah, the owl is still freaking hooting even though he DEFINITELY hit its foot like, four weeks ago. but that’s not why he’s up. will’s missing, and mike’s mad at him, and that weird bald girl is messing everything up and…well. lucas isn’t crying, okay? lucas is fine, and if you tell erica anything otherwise he’s gonna hit you with his wrist rocket which is a serious threat because he’s gotten so much better. even if the owl hasn’t left yet. even if he asked his parents to call animal control because it’s been three years, you guys and it’s still yelling into his bedroom window. HOOT, HOOT, even right now. it’s fine. he’ll get it eventually, he just needs a plan. he’ll come up for a plan to get rid of the owl, just like he’ll come up with a plan to save will. if mike and dustin won’t help him, he’ll do it himself.
lucas is fourteen years old, and oh my god, he GOT IT. HE FINALLY FREAKING GOT IT. it took him half a decade, but he borrowed a teammate’s BB gun and managed to knock down its nest. and lucas doesn’t get why that was what got it to leave because it’s the most stubborn motherfucker he’s ever met, and he’s friends with dustin, but maybe it’s some kind of animal thing where you leave when your house gets wrecked and you’re too scared to build a new one. honestly, lucas doesn’t give a shit. the bird is gone, and that’s what matters. five freaking years of obnoxious hooting at 2am, over! peace at last! SILENCE at last! he wants to get up and jump on the bed, but maybe that’s immature of him. maybe he’s too excited about this. maybe he was right to tell his teammate it was to show off for a girl (which, he would’ve, gladly, if she’d come over or return any of his calls). maybe… maybe… maybe lucas should go to bed.
lucas is sixteen years old, and his bedroom is quiet. max is alive—thank god—and okay and healing and kind of happy, and vecna is dead and his friends and his family are safe and….god. they won. they won months ago, and it’s almost been a year, but lucas still has a hard time believing it. (his bedroom is quiet.) they tried so hard for so long and came so close to losing, and lucas hasn’t quite shaken that constant paranoia. “stay alert, stay alive,” is what they’d say when they went on patrols. (quiet.) he held max’s hand today and it was warm and she smiled at him, and it almost made him forget how cold her hands used to be. he remembers the hospital. he remembers the first days, when max had bloody bandages around her eyes. (quiet.) when she didn’t have the bandages, when it was just blood. he remembers holding her when she said she didn’t want to die (quiet.) and he said she wouldn’t and she needed to hold on cause the paramedics were almost there (quiet.) he remembers her dying and yeah she came back but she died. she died she died she died, and lucas’ room is so fucking quiet.
it’s ridiculous, really. the world ended, and they all lived. this is happily ever after. they saved the day.
he misses the stupid owl.
#having lumax thoughts#lucas postín tonight babey#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#lumax#stranger things#stranger things (ella's version)
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Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!
Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af
‘Friend’ the dreaded word.
What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.
Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.
“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.
“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.
Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.
news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.
How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.
Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.
Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.
Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.
Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.
Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!
“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?
That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!
Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?
I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.
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Six Days Until the End of the World
@eightnightsofmulder
@today-in-fic
Eight Nights of Mulder
Day Four: Endurance
[on Ao3]
December 2012
Dana Scully has endurance. She was never the fastest kid in gym class but she’d often win running races because she knew how to pace herself. The others would sprint and burn out in the first 50 meters, while her short legs carried her past them and through the finish line. She considered running a marathon with some friends during med school but her demanding schedule didn’t leave time for adequate training, and Dana Scully doesn’t half-ass anything.
In college, her pre-med cohort dwindled over the years as her peers faltered in the face of organic chemistry and advanced biology labs but she worked hard and persevered. She wasn’t always a good shot but she spent hours practicing aiming at cans with her father until her arms ached from holding the weight of her BB gun and her vision started to blur. It paid off when she stunned her misogynistic instructor at Quantico with her spot-on accuracy in the firing range.
Her colleagues at the Bureau, and probably even Mulder himself, didn’t expect her to last long on the X-Files. It was supposed to be a stepping stone to bigger things, an amusing anecdote in her otherwise storied career. Her father instilled in her a repugnance for giving up and an intractable sense of loyalty, but that doesn’t fully explain why she kept chasing monsters in the dark. She’s outlasted the X-Files and almost two decades later she’s still by Mulder’s side.
It’s the last night of Hanukkah and six days until the end of the world.
She doesn’t fully share Mulder’s belief that colonizing aliens will invade the planet in less than a week, and she isn’t sure he’s fully convinced either. She knows they will be together, though, when it does (or doesn’t) happen.
They spent their early days on the run chasing leads, trying to uncover the plan for colonization, and doing anything they could to fight it. But the trail has long gone cold. It’s been years since they pursued even a dead end or red herring, and she can tell Mulder’s heart isn’t in it anymore. They live small and quiet lives now. They have each other, but not their son and not the answers they spent years searching for. He cracks jokes that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if all of humanity perishes in a fiery invasion or becomes slaves to an extraterrestrial master race in a matter of days. She suspects they aren’t jokes.
It’s Sunday and she’s barely seen him all day. He burrows away in his office most of the time now. He doesn’t tell her what he’s working on and she doesn’t ask. Back when they first became lovers, a lazy Sunday without any work was such a rarity that they’d spend nearly the entire day in bed exploring each other’s bodies. She can still remember every freckle on his body but she can’t remember the last time they made love, or the last time he made her laugh. Still, she endures.
“Six days to go,” she hears his baritone from behind her and she turns to face him. She’s at the kitchen table reviewing her surgery schedule for the week ahead and doesn’t hear him approaching.
“Should we escape to Acapulco now so I can at least go out with a tan?” she deadpans.
“You don’t tan, Scully,” he says, sliding into a chair facing her. “You burn. We both know that.”
She shrugs. “How do you want to ride out our final days then?”
“I want to find our son. Apologize to him for not being able to save the world.”
She grimaces. It’s as if he’s jabbing his finger into an open wound in her flesh, a wound that will never heal.
“I’d like that, too,” she says quietly, looking down at her notes now and away from him. “But it’s not going to happen.”
“I have a lead.”
Her breath catches in her throat. They’ve gone down this road before and it never ends well.
“It can’t be him,” she says.
“I think this time it is,” he says, leaning toward her from across the table. He speaks with an urgency she hasn’t heard from him in years. For a moment, they’re back in the basement and he’s trying to convince her there’s a swamp monster in St. Augustine or a lizard man in Louisville. The stakes are higher now and the possibilities even more remote.
“There’s a boy in Wyoming. The birth and adoption dates line up,” he continues.
She shakes her head. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’d agree with you if it weren’t for the video.”
“What video?”
“Come,” he says, leading her from the kitchen to his office.
Of course, she follows him. She doesn’t always believe him but she’ll always follow him. That hasn’t changed.
He taps on the keyboard to wake up his computer. The browser is opened to a YouTube video. On the screen, a cluster of kids face away from the camera in what looks like a school playground. The title reads MY BOY CAN MOVE SH!T WITH HIS MIND.
Before she can object, Mulder clicks play. In the video, the circle of kids opens up to reveal a tall, red-headed boy with blue eyes and a nose he hasn’t grown into yet. He’s holding a toy model of the Millenium Falcon.
“Do it, Jackson. I’m filming now,” a prepubescent voice calls from out of the frame.
“You can’t post this,” Jackson says. “My parents will kill me.”
“I won’t, I swear,” the off-camera voice lies.
“Fine,” Jackson says.
He extends his arms out with the spaceship in his hands. Then, he squeezes his eyes shut, furrows his brow, and the Millenium Falcon begins to levitate. It’s slow and shaky at first, but then it rises higher and higher until it’s roughly 8 feet in the air. The crowd of boys erupt in shrieks and Holy shits!
“Damn, this is gonna get like a million views,” says the filming boy.
Suddenly, Jacken opens his eyes and the ship crashes at his feet with a thud. “You said you weren’t going to post!” He yells and lunges at the camera. The video ends.
“I had some hackers look into the IP address that the video was posted from,” Mulder says. “It’s from a school in a small town in northern Wyoming. I was also able to get enrollment records from the school. There’s only one Jackson. Jackson Van De Kamp. Date of birth: May 20, 2001. I did a little more digging and found out he was adopted, in a sealed adoption, on April 28 of the following year.”
“When did you find this?” she asks, still staring at the screen.
“About a month ago. It popped up on some of the parapsychology channels I still monitor. I wanted to wait until I had all the information before I told you.”
“How many times have you watched it?”
“Hundreds,” he says. “It’s him. Look at him. It has to be.”
“Play it again,” she says.
They watch the video a second time, then a third, then again and again. She asks him to pause on the clearest images of William’s face and she touches the screen, caressing the pixels of his cheek with her fingertip. She knows in her bones it’s their son. Even if the dates didn’t match and he wasn’t demonstrating telekinesis in a viral video, she would know it’s him.
“We can get a flight now and be there by morning,” he says.
“And then what?”
That’s the part of the plan they’ve never discussed. She knows Mulder has never stopped looking for William. They were once in the car right outside the home of a family with a four-year-old adopted boy in rural Pennsylvania before getting a call from a source that it was a trap. They flew to Utah once to identify the body of an adopted, runaway eight-year-old in a morgue. In the storm of emotions that comes every time they’ve gotten close, she always feels a low rumble of relief. Relief that she won’t have to explain herself to him. Relief that she won’t have to tear a family apart.
“We can watch him,” Mulder says. “Make sure he’s safe. I’m sure there’s a local hospital that could use an experienced pediatric surgeon. And there’s nothing I’m doing here that I can’t do there.”
“You want to move to Wyoming?” She arches her eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks. “If it’s really him.”
“What about colonization?”
“Even more reason,” he says resolutely. “I’d need to see him one last time before it all goes to shit. Even if it’s just a glance from across the street. I’d trade everything for that and I know you would, too.”
He’s right. If the world is ending, Scully needs her son to know she never gave up on him, that she isn’t a quitter.
“Book the flight.”
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OS2xBBS: My Overall Thoughts
This is severely overdue, but I wanted to distance myself from these episodes to make sure that 1) regency bias didn’t seep through and 2) my thoughts don’t get clouded by the cute, swoony moments (all the kissing!) in an attempt to mask deeper plot and characterization issues, and 3) with some difficulty, I try to set aside how desperately I wanted OhmNanon’s reunion with PatPran to live up to the OG series.
So, to address the last item, for the most part OhmNanon’s chemistry was still alive and well, save for a few hiccups. This is a testament to two very experienced professionals. That said, my biggest gripe with these special episodes was the treatment of the Pat and Pran characters that has nothing to do with the actors.
It didn’t feel like a true crossover of two beloved series but instead felt like Pat and Pran’s presence were more like afterthoughts thrown into an ATOTS script. Pat and Pran were merely there to serve Phupha and Tian’s story and that is were I take great issue. In this case, Ohm and Nanon should not have been billed as main leads but rather supporting characters that have extended guest arcs in an ATOTS sequel.
Maybe setting plays a larger role here. I’ve asked myself if I would feel this way if Phupha and Tian got thrown into Pat and Pran’s university life instead. But I can’t imagine a storyline where the inverse of what we got makes sense since PatPran are the more established couple and PhuTian have no reason to leave PPD.
My wish was that instead of a crossover, P’Aof would have let BBS stand on its own even if it meant we got two fewer episodes out of it. While we did get glimpses of Pat and Pran’s life three-years into their relationship, it felt watered down because they weren’t in their own environment but a borrowed one. So, really, more like seeing them while on vacation than anything truly concrete. A lot of ‘what have Pat and Pran been up to and where are they in their relationship’ was left to viewer interpretation, which is all fine and well if what P’Aof had to say about the state of their relationship made any sense.
Fake fighting and cute hijinks aside (Ohm and Nanon can sell these type of scenes in their sleep); what I’m after is the meatier stuff like the end of EP4, the entirety of EP5, EP10, EP11 and EP12. Where is the Pran that got choked up when Pat revealed he ran after him with his guitar; who gripped his hand when Pat volunteered to fake break up to win back Pran’s friends and wordlessly said I’m here to stay. Where is the “but I care about you more” Pran?
And where is the Pat who communicated so openly with his man? Who served as a walking advertisement of what it means to be a soaring green flag to all those who came before and after him? Why was he reduced to an amalgamation of Harry and Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber? Make it make sense, P’Aof. Pat never, ever, not once, came off as a dumb himbo in the OG series, so why was he reduced to that here?
The script could have been so much better, tighter, just more substantial. And we can't even say that P'Aof didn't have the space to include a meaningful story for them; I call bullshit on this notion. There's so much story that you can tell in a single hour. We've seen him do it with the BBS pilot.
It felt like so very little thought went into the BBS side of the story. Does P’Aof not know how to write established relationships in a compelling way? I know this can't be true because he gave us EP12, but why did it feel like he phoned it in with these bonus episodes? It’s like P’Aof knew he had both boys for a limited time and just threw the entire kitchen sink at them and anything that stuck made it into the final cut. Like, he relied heavily on the actors to bring it home for him. And that really wasn't fair to Ohm or Nanon who really did the best they could with what they were given.
I mean, even if he wanted to show the (realistic) cracks in their relationship, there were so many better ways to show this than have Pran essentially running away, avoiding Pat (basically regressing to who he was pre-relationship) and then treating Pat like a bumbling Barney Fife for following him? There was no fire in either of them to fight for or with one another. They were shown to have grown complacent (and dare I say taking each other for granted?) which is so at odds with what we got in the OG series that I was confused at what I was watching onscreen. It did not feel like a continuation of EP11 leading to EP12, in fact it felt very disconnected from their origin story.
Pat Jindapat. What they did to my guy was a travesty. They took away all his depth and cast him in the role of a bumbling idiot. Don't get me wrong, OG Pat had his comedic moments but I felt like OS2 veered so far into the extreme of 'lets bring the funny' that it fell completely flat. It was NOT funny. It was disappointing and sad to see one of my favorite characters reduced to this cartoon version.
More than senselessly reducing Pat to cannon fodder to merely serve as comic relief, I'm upset that Pran's growth from the series was essentially negated to where he became, in some ways, unrecognizable. More than once, it felt like Pran was just tolerating Pat's presence rather than basking or gravitating towards it. Again, so inconsistent for a guy who longed for his man for literal YEARS.
Gone are the days of "I'm done adapting" or adoringly staring at the space Pat used to occupy with heart eyes. I just don't get how we went from that Pran to this Pran to the Pran who readily committed his life to Pat in EP12. This in-between Pran is a stranger to me.
Final words: I'm both grateful that we got extra scenes with our boys but at the same time wish P'Aof had left them untainted.
#bad buddy#patpran#bad buddy series#i miss my boys#ohmnanon#pat x pran#bbs#late to the party as always#can't even claim to be fashionably late as this is 10 months after the fact#but I'm here and ready for discourse
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Poe Dameron with Solo reader and 22 and 43 from the list please!!!!
TO THE MOON AND BACK
A/N: hi lovely anon, thank you so much for you request, I missed writing about Poe so thanks for making me write about him, I hope this is what you expect and that you love it!!
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The night you met Poe is a night you’ll never forget, the cantina was full that day, and after you spent most of the day catching Rathtars, you tried to relax with your father and Chewie, you made your way to the bar and order your drink, it was a few minutes later when you felt someone by your side, when you look up, you saw a man, with black curls, soft eyes and with a little smile at you.
-hey- you finally said.
-Hey- he said -I’m sorry if I look like a freak.
-Don’t worry, I have it worse, at least your….
-Handsome- you laugh.
-I was going to say sorry- you couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed his blush -I’m sorry I shouldn't have been laughing.
-I’ll forgive you if you tell me your name.
-Yn…
-Nice to meet you Yn, I’m Poe- he said as he shook your hand -I know I just met you like 20 seconds ago but I feel like I met you for 20 years.
-Oh god- Han said behind him, Poe’s colors faded away when he saw who was talking -Please tell that wasn’t your punch line, because I have to tell you, that it was pathetic- he then looked at you -you’re ok, kid?
-Yes dad- you said -I’ll be there in a minute- he nodded.
-Try not to flirt with anyone else on your way, you know that Chewie doesn't like it- you rolled your eyes.
-I thought it was you who doesn’t like it when I date someone- he shrugged.
-I don’t want my little girl to get hurt, right kid- he said tooling Poe’s shoulder -If someone tries something with her, they have to come through me and my friend over there- he said pointing at Chewie, you saw the panic in Poe’s eyes.
-Dad!- you said, making him look at you -go, I’ll be there in a sec- he nodded and left -I’m so sorry about that, I’ll understand if you want to leave- he thought for a moment.
-Nah I’m not that easy to get rid off darling- he said before he got close to you -but I’ll see you later.
-Alligator- this time he starts to giggle when he notices your blush.
-I’m glad I’m not the only one who embaraces himself- he said with a wink.
The other memory that was pressed in your brain was the day the republic was destroyed. You were talking with your parents when one of the lieutenant informed you that Poe’s X-wing just landed. When Poe got out of his X-wing, he smirked as he made his way to you.
-Were you waiting for me?- he asked you, you shrugged -You’re hurting me baby- he said.
-Well, last time My husband went on a mission, he was missing for a week- you said, he smirked.
-Are you talking about that husband who is handsome?- you nod -And it’s the best pilot of the resistance?
-Second best one- you said. -Your wife is the best one- you said, making him smirk.
-Oh yeah?- he said as he got close to you, you nod with a smile -God you're lucky I love you -he said before he kissed you -have I told you how much I love you?- you shook your head -To the moon and back- you smiled.
-Oh god- your father said with an annoying gaze -You´re still having those pathetic phases.
-Dad- you said.
-I know i know, be nice to the idiot- he said rolling his eyes -I just came here to tell you that we have a meeting- he said before he leaves.
-Do you think he’s going to like me someday?- you shrugged.
-Hey you said you love me to the moon and back but you've been on the moon, sooo…
-Oh shit, no, I love you more than that- you start to giggle.
-I’m starting to understand why my dad likes to tease you- he rolled his eyes, he was about to answer but bb-8 came to you and the two of you were happy to see him again, a few seconds later another man came to Poe and hugged him, he keep saying about another girl and that they need to save her, Poe looks at you before you nod -Come on swift, lets go to the meeting and told them all this.
-We’re right behind you- he said, Finn looked at him confused.
-What just happened? Who is she?- Poe smiles.
-Come on finn, I’ll explain it later.
Now everything you lived with Poe seem so distance, as most of the soldiers were getting ready for the battle of Exogol, the two of you were sitting on the floor of your room, none of you knew what to say or do, you were just staring at the wall, suddenly he put an arm around you.
-You know I feel kind of bad being here as the rest of the world is stress- he said -but I could spend all my life here and I wouldn’t mind- you smile at him, he start to hum a song you immediately recognized -Can I go where you go?- he softly sang.
-Do you really think this could work?- you asked, he thought for a second.
-I hope so- he said as he took your hand.
-Me too, I’ll hate to raise our kid in a war- he nodded until he realized what you said.
-Wait, what?- he said, surprised.
-Surprised- you said a little nervous, you could see that he was still in shock -please say something, I’m freaking out a little, I mean we’re about to go on a battle, maybe the last one and I’m scared to loose you…- he shut you up with a kiss -You’re not mad?-
-Why would I be, I mean yes I get why your freaking out but god, since I met you, I knew I want this, you and me, having our family, and growing old together, specially the last part- he hugged you -So promise me you’ll be careful out there.
-I’ll promise if you promise it too- he nods -and please come back to me.
-Always- he said before he kissed you -stars, we’re having a baby- he said excitedly and kissed your forehead -I love you.
-To the moon and back?
-To the moon and back- he said with a smile -I also love you little moon- he whispered to your belly -by the way I’m your dad- you couldn’t help but giggle -come on darling let’s win this war.
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Hi there I was wondering if you could write some headcanons of the S/V Trio+carmin and kieran (and maybe the BB league if not then just the first two) meeting a gn or male reader who is poke-human hybrid(half incineroar) who was part of an experiment and was saved by their adopted mother
HEADCANON TIME
Anomaly (noun):
"Something different, abnormal, peculiar, or not easily classified; something anomalous."
"The legend of the hybrids is a story that has lived in Paldea longer than most. In an age long past, there was once a fearsome group of monstrous creatures; monsters that bore the forms of Incineroar, that spoke the dialect of humankind. They terrorised villages and destroyed homes, and were hunted down to what was thought to be their extinction. Some say they can still hear the horrifying screams of these abominations in caves and cliff edges to this day, but none who explore these rumours have ever come back..."
Characters (in order): Nemona, Arven, Kieran
The reader is referred to with he/him pronouns, but is otherwise kept ambiguous in terms of everything but the fact that he is VERY tall. This is purely platonic!!
[author's note at the end!]
NEMONA is the first to meet you.
I think she would meet you in the beach area we find Korai/Miraidon
It was by complete accident, she was walking around and exploring when she suddenly heard what sounded like human voices echoing from off the ledge, so she investigated, worried that someone was hurt.
What she didn't expect was to see a group of people, with arms that faded into red paws, legs that did the same, tails that swished around, a fiery belt around their waists and two red and black ears coming out of short, thick red hair!
You locked eyes, and both of you were very nervous immediately. She had so many questions! But by the time she could get her brain back together to formulate any sort of a sentence, you and your pride took off into the caves.
She doesn't see you again for a few months - she almost thinks she dreamt the whole day up - until she's exploring those exact caves in search of some houndour to catch.
She's overencumbered, of course, because suddenly their houndoom appears and they're all surrounding her and her pokemon, and she knows she's definitely screwed up
Suddenly, there's a loud, earth-shaking roar, as you emerge with your pack at the cave's only other exit. The pack of hounds flinch at your intimidating forms and flee, and you make sure they stay gone before cautiously helping this human off of the ground.
She's stunned. The rambler can't form a thought. You tower over her, and your form fills her head with so many questions that she's afraid her head will explode, but again, you're gone before she can even get them out.
So, she starts staying around the cave when she knows it's safe. She finally has the courage and the power to stop her brain from frying when she sees you, so she wants to get to know you. You see her, of course, from afar, but you don't go near her. The humans can't know.
Until she finds you anyway, and she tries to introduce herself.
You're cautious. This woman is half your height, you could literally crush her, but she's holding out her hand to you and telling you her name, as if that idea isn't looming above her like a vice. It is. She's very scared.
"....[Y/N]." You caution, shaking her hand as she beams. "So you can talk!?" She asks, making you cringe from her volume. "Yes?" You say.
From there, you grow to be unlikely friends. She swears she won't tell anyone who you are! She swears she won't let anyone know she's seen you - it'll be your little secret!
Yeah. Guess how long that lasted. Now take that guess and halve it. It took three days for her to crack and spill to Arven. Penny overheard by pure accident, too, and Nemona made them swear to not tell anyone.
"Didn't you also swear that?!" Arven had demanded. Nemona immediately changed the subject.
Finding two more humans in your den was irritating, but Nemona made you feel like you couldn't stay mad at her. This, in turn, made you even more frustrated.
Nemona likes to feel your fur and insists you're so soft that she feels like she can go to sleep on you. You deny her that leisure as soon as you can.
She likes learning about how you and your pack live, coexisting with other pokemon. You tell her it's an oddly isolating life; stuck between pokemon and human with no way of ever fitting into either category. It's why you live in this cave. It's safer here.
"Isn't it...lonely?"
"...yes. it is. but it's necessary for our survival as a pack."
Nemona feels very sorry for you, but makes up for it by always sneaking off to hang with you as much as she can.
You find you like the insight these new humans have, so you don't mind their stay.
ARVEN is very intimidated when he meets you.
For a researcher, you would've thought Nemona's story about Pokehumans would be completely blasphemous to him.
You would be wrong.
He believed her instantly, without so much as a photo of proof. It was Penny who managed to get him to realise how off that sounded.
The three of them took to researching anything about these supposed hybrids that they could. Arven was the one to find the old folkstory. It scared him.
"Nemona, you can't go back there. Look at this! These things are obviously just trying to kill you!"
Nemona is VERY quick to jump to your defense. "Arven! He saved me from those houndour and houndoom I was trying to fight! He saw that I could've been hurt and he stepped in and saved me!"
Penny remarked the unusual behaviour.
Arven wasn't buying your charity act.
"Until I see proof that these things exist, let alone are docile, I'm not believing a word." He crossed his arms.
"Great, come meet them then!"
"What?!"
And thus, Nemona and Arven set off while Penny did more research into the beings.
When your new human friend arrives to your spot in the cave, you see she's dragging along with her a blond haired man. This sets you on edge, and unfortunately, you and your pack immediately rising to defend your home gives off a bad first impression.
Arven tries to pull Nemona away, to escape, to fight back, to hide, to do anything but stand there and try to reason with them Nemona please for the love of Arceus let's GO
Nemona apologises to you for accidentally spilling your secret and it takes quite a while for you to tell your pack to stand down. You come to face them, and Arven stares at you with unhidden horror. You huff. He flinches with a whimper.
"[Y/N], this is Arven. Arven, this is [Y/N]. He leads the pack." Nemona's voice is steady but it's easy to see she's nervous. You can basically smell the fear on them.
It takes an even longer while for Arven to calm down enough to look at you properly. Multiple visits, where you aren't alone together, and then he eventually realises you don't pose a threat unless he does, which, to be fair, in your eyes he never did.
(you're pretty sure you could blink and he'd disintegrate. you don't say this, for fear that the idea will have the same effect.)
Eventually, you warm up to him and his Mabostiff companion, and he warms up to you enough to be alone with you and the pack.
He sews up some of your clothes, noticing the wear and tear of them. Like most of your interactions, it takes a while for you to let him, but once you do, he acknowledges the trust you have in him and is very careful.
Before long, he becomes your medic too. He teaches you about these wonderful things called sandwiches that you have in these events deemed picnics, and in turn he notes your behaviours and temperaments.
It's a mutually beneficial relationship. You trust him and he trusts you. He becomes your second "friend".
[For this next segment, I am going to say that the preface is that Carmine and Kieran are looking into urban legends around Paldea and they come across the one about your pack. This next section is assuming Nemona, Arven and Penny either never found you, or found you later. Consider this the other path in the road if you will! :)]
KIERAN meets you in the plateaued mountains of Paldea, on a mission to prove you're real.
In hindsight, the circumstances could've been better.
He'd been injured on the mountains by a rogue Zigzagoon, and he was currently trying to call for help.
No, as in, he was yelling 'Help'. He's a kid without a phone, man.
You hear his cries and, against your better judgement, you command the pack to hide and look for the voice yourself.
Lo and behold, you find a small boy, no older than a kit, and he's bleeding around his leg. A Dipplin and a Grigar are looking on in concern for their trainer, and, though weakened, they jump to defend when they see you approach.
Alerted by the sounds of his pokemon amping to attack, he looks and he sees you, the terrifying hybrid creature he'd read about in tales of old.
In those tales, this was the part where he became a fatality.
He was paralysed with fear, the pain of his leg long forgotten as he stared up at you.
Death never came. Instead, you kneeled and spoke to the offensive Pokemon. Just like the stories, you spoke perfectly human. Your voice was gravelly and rough, but completely comprehensible.
"He needs assistance."
The Pokemon spoke back to you. You seemed to dislike their answer.
"I do not wish to hurt him. If you want that wound to get worse, then I'll leave. But if you want that kit to keep that leg of his, I can help."
Kieran's Pokemon looked back at his trembling form, before resigning to a nod. You turned your gaze to focus on the boy, who seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack.
"I can help you, young one."
He shook his head.
"Your leg. It is bleeding."
Hating the way his words failed him, he slowly nodded.
"If you do not let me help you, that will hurt more and it will get worse. You cannot get to a Pokemon Centre from here by yourself. Allow me to help you."
Grigar and Dipplin had returned to his side and offered their concerned support once again. Soothed very slightly by his Pokemon, Kieran swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly, he nodded.
You were careful with the kit. You took him first to your pack and used some natural resources to bandage the wound and stop the bleeding. You crafted a stilt to keep his leg from moving with some wooden crutches, and then you left him near the edge of the woods, near a centre, where his Pokemon could then aid him in getting him the rest of the way.
In that time, he'd asked you some questions.
"How long have you been out here?"
"Centuries."
"And...you don't ever get seen?"
"We do. Most of your kind is violent first without thinking. That lack of trust almost made me not help you. But to go as low as those who cross that line would be to prove them right."
"So...you helped me to prove them wrong?"
"No, young one. I helped you because it's the right thing to do, and you are only small."
He was tended to quickly when he was seen by his own kind. Questions were thrown at him without even so much as the minute it took to sit him down. "Who bandaged this? Where did you learn to make these crutches? How did you get back down here without encountering any more trouble?"
He looked back at where he could faintly see your outline. You were watching him to make sure he was safe.
"...I just did." He said, refusing to elaborate.
With a nod, you disappeared into the woods, and the boy never saw you again. He didn't need to. He had all the proof he needed, and it'd stay with him for the rest of his life.
He could feel you watching him sometimes, when he was exploring the plateau with his sister. But he never really saw more than a flickering trail of embers or a rogue tail swishing as you undoubtedly left for your pack.
Your protection made him smile.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay so first and foremost, where are Penny and Carmine??
To be completely honest, I didn't know how to write either of them in this situation! I felt that Penny would be much like a diluted version of Arven, and that Carmine would be almost identical to Nemona, and maybe it's just my brain but I couldn't figure how to articulate that. So my sincerest apologies for that.
Otherwise, I hope that this was a nice little read! I liked the idea of trying to figure out how to hybrid an incineroar with a human, and I found a lot more trouble in it than I initially thought I would!
Thank you so much for this request, it was a real mind boggler to be honest, but incredibly fun nonetheless.
Send me your requests in my inbox! Otherwise, ciao for now ♡
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What do you think about the way Poe literally jolts up as soon as Finn holds him after the explosion in TLJ?
Could it be some sort of trauma related to what he endured while being captured?
Baby boy has pure and utter panic in his eyes before he sees it's just Finn, I honestly think that the aftermath of everything that's happened to him in TFA is not discussed enough.
Oh my goodness, a Poe ask, thank you so much, Nonnie 🥰
And omg there are so many thoughts that come up while watching this little scene!
To some extent his reaction can probably be explained by the fact that he is still right in the middle of an extremely dangerous situation. His adrenaline levels must be going through the roof at this point. So after what just happened, it may even appear to seem normal for his body to be in fight or flight modus at this very moment when he jolts at Finn.
However. By the time we get to the events occurring in TLJ, Poe has been in constant flight or fight modus for years. This poor and sweet and wonderful man experienced his first major traumatizing event when he was only eight years old and had to witness the death of his Mom. And his teenage years weren’t exactly smooth sailing, either, the few months that span the events in “Free Fall” alone were just one life-threatening situation after another and he was never really presented with any opportunity to recover from any of those. So when he is brought onto the Finalizer in TFA, he is most likely already suffering from severe C-PTSD.
And then, of course, there is his interrogation, which would have been enough to break any man, even one without a history of trauma. And Poe just keeps on going as if nothing happened after that. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that TLJ takes place only a few days after the events in TFA, but, uhm… to come back to your question, yes, I absolutely think that his reaction is a trauma response!
And I couldn’t agree more, it isn’t discussed enough, that’s why we need a whole Poe Dameron tv show (with 10 seasons minimum, please)!!!
But even though it isn’t discussed enough, imho the aftermath is plain to see in Oscar’s acting. Just in case you haven’t come across it yet, may I recommend this excellent post by @userpoe laying out several symptoms of PTSD that Poe shows in all the movies. I’d even go as far as saying that most of his actions that seemed to be out of character or earned him hate by the “fans” can be traced back to Poe being a deeply traumatized man. Like, e.g. his very short temper with Threepio. We know that’s not how Poe usually acts towards droids. Apart from his incredibly sweet way of interacting with BB-8 (and his love interest in “Resistance”) we literally see him behaving very different towards Threepio himself in the Poe comics. And, of course, there is that very character-revealing moment on Kijimi in TROS, and the pain you can see in Poe’s eyes when Threepio is taking “one last look at my friends”. This movie has so many moments that were most likely added for a cheap laugh by the writers but that fit so smoothly into Poe’s history with PTSD, whether it’s his annoyance with Threepio or his display of trust issues when he wonders whether Rey’s been using her jedi powers on Finn and him.
I am sorry, I have digressed way beyond your original question.
But, may I just add, apart from Poe showing clear signs of trauma, it’s also a little heartbreaking to watch how he doesn’t even take a moment to think of himself when Finn asks him whether he is all right? Apart from the wounds to his heart and soul, his body must hurt like hell after being subjected to that explosion (and I bet he didn’t even take as much as a little casual trip to the med bay) and he doesn’t even stop to give Finn a short “I am okay.” He immediately jumps to thinking about what needs to be done to save everybody else. (And of course, then there’s that wonderful moment when we see Leia mirroring his thought process which will never stop making me emotional.)
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HI SAB ILY YOURE SO AMAZING 💞💞💞
I read your response to someone else’s ask abt the arranged marriage au for cult leader geto and I have thoughts :0
Reasons why Geto would marry a non-sorcerer (arranged marriage au):
- Funding for his cult, a big time investors daughter. Just a non-sorcerer family who supports something they’re not all too aware of, and make a contract that he marry into their family for their support on a wider scale and he accepts.
- She comes from a prestigious clan and they support his ideals greatly, and ask that he wed their daughter for their continued support and funding, since they’ve failed to marry off their oldest girl… because unlike everyone else in their strict and high class family, she’s the only non-sorcerer. So since she has ties to a very high and mighty clan as their firstborn so he’s like eh ok and does it cause like yk money power influence wehee, and even though it disgusts him in the end it’s more beneficial for his cult in the long run since now they have a prestigious clan tied to them and ready for the new world he’s proposing, and with their daughter by his side they likely wouldn’t deny his cult anything.
I think this one is kinda interesting cause like he’s more likely to go for it imo since she still has some ties to the jujutsu world and understands it more than most, and he’s like twice more ‘disgusted’ by her since despite having everything needed to succeed and be a powerful sorcerer, she wasn’t born one, so she’s like a failure (angst but cute to explore if he eventually like warms up and he’s like oh noooo you’re okay you’re fine ily)
(BONUS: She’s not a sorcerer but if you go with the children route, their children would still have the potential to inherit her family’s ct which is like strong) (soz I keep bringing up kids—)
-Nanako and Mimiko (when they’re like 5 and still traumatized af having just been saved) love her and won’t respond to anyone else, terrified of most others, but have fallen in love with her since she was the only one who was kind to them in the village Geto saved them from. When he burnt it all down, he missed her family, one of the important ones, by chance, and when the girls started begging for her he reluctantly went to get her for them even though ew non sorcerer monkey whatever, and her family on the brink of desperation demanded an arranged marriage so they’re survival would be guaranteed and he was like ugh fine.
THATS ALL I GOT MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY AND EID MUBARAK IN ADVANCE CAUSE YAY ITS THE FINAL TEN DAYS OF RAMADAN 💞💞💞
ok these are really interesting ideas omg — I def am leaning towards the second one — I think that’s the route I will go with the cult leader fic 🤔🤔 I like all these idea though — but I def think reader without jujutsu from a clan would be the best course
EID MUBARAK bb!! it’s early but Inshaallah next week!!! I got my period so I can’t do the last few fasts but I’ll make them up after 💕🥹
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Aand here comes the final sunset I found in my phone gallery!! saved my favourite for last
I think the other photos are only on my computer and that's a mess so I hope you enjoyed these <3
when I catch any pretty new ones I'll send them your way! until then ^^/
WOAHH THIS IS GORGEOUS?!!!
I never know how to explain it but there are some sunsets that, even through photographs, they have the power to calm you down. They look peaceful, make you release a breath you weren't aware you were holding. This is one of those pictures 🥺 thank so very much for sharing these, my sweet Tank, getting these in my ask box always brightens my day!!!
Have another pink sunset bb, happy timezones 🥰💛
This one is for sure in the top 5 favorite sunset photos I've ever shot
#Tonee's asks#sunset content for the Sunset Hoe™#watertankafternoon#ALSO#sunsets and tides#tonguetyd#ITS US!!#💛❤️
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A/N: I have so many projects to focus on, not least of all the bday bash, and instead of literally of then, I wrote 1K for a new au I'm not sure I'll ever finish – but since it doesn't fit any of the bb categories, I might as well dump it here for ppl's amusement. Uh, enjoy?
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In the many years since he had established the Cat Bureau, Baron had become accustomed to a great many oddities arriving through his front door. Haunted dolls, river spirits, and on one memorable occasion, a singing teapot – to recount but a few.
Even so, the bride was a new one.
She stormed through the Bureau doors with enough force to send the mahjong tiles rattling (Muta was winning, but only because Baron hadn't figured out how he was cheating yet) and froze upon seeing the occupants.
She glanced back at the double doors she'd just slammed through, her ears nearly unsettling the veil, back at Baron and Muta, and then finally to the doors again for good measure. "Well," she said, probably to herself, "I suppose that does save me the trip."
Baron rose to his feet, abandoning with some relief the lost mahjong game, and instinctly reached for his top hat. His hands curled around thin air. Ah. Right. He supposed it was a tad late to grab it from the coatstand.
At least he still had his introduction.
"Hello, and welcome to the Cat Bureau–"
"Does your front door often move?"
His normal greeting stuttered. "Move where?" he asked.
The bride opened the door and seemed unusually surprised to see the Sanctuary courtyard on the other side. "You know, just anywhere else." She closed it, then tried again – seemingly for good measure. "It was a church hall door thirty seconds ago."
Ah. She was one of those clients then, picked up by the Sanctuary in a moment of great distress. He tried not to extrapolate any further, given her current, telltale attire.
"I think you'd better sit down, Miss...?"
"It was going to be Mrs Itsuki," the bride grumbled. She took one look at Muta, monopolising the sofa with obviously no intent to budge, and instead perched on an armchair.
Baron took the other seat. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"
"The problem?" the bride echoed. She motioned to herself. "Just look at me, Baron!"
Baron did, assuming that he'd somehow overlooked some glaring dilemma – but no. All he could see was a tabby cat decked out in a stunning bridal dress, even if the veil didn't quite fit around her ears. "Could you perhaps be more specific–"
"I'm a cat."
"As I can see." He finally clocked on to the use of his name, remarkable since she had cut his introduction short. "Have we met before?"
She blinked. "Well, I suppose it has been a good few years since our last encounter. Similar-ish kind of circumstances too," she added with a sheepish half-laugh. "Despite my attempts to change it, my name is still Haru Yoshioka."
It took him a moment to place the name – and then a few more to mentally dig up the case associated with it.
Muta was a second faster to compose a response.
"Chicky? Don't tell me you've gotten yourself hitched again to a cat!"
A blush rose to Haru's cheeks, visible even beneath the fur. "He's strictly human, Muta. Nearly getting married to a cat once is quite enough for me."
"Then what happened to yer?"
"I don't know! One second I'm walking down the aisle," she said, hands thrown up for emphasis, "and the next I start sprouting fur and a tail! I made a run for it, and instead of being dumped in the vestry, I stepped through into here." She slumped where she sat. "I was kind of hoping you'd have an explanation."
"The Sanctuary will often offer a door to those who need our help," Baron said, "although I must confess I have no immediate solution for your dilemma. Are you sure you don't know of its cause?"
"Unless I'm weirdly allergic to organ music, no."
Muta chortled. "Perhaps it's a wedding gift from the Cat Kingdom."
"Not funny."
"Perhaps it wouldn't be unwise to check with the Cat Kingdom," Baron said, before Muta could goad their client any further. He read the wrinkling of Haru's whiskered nose. "The Cat King you knew is enjoying his retirement in a distant corner of the Kingdom; his son, Lune, has since taken the throne."
"Oh. Well, that's okay then. I mean, I did kind of have things planned for today but, well..." She looked down at herself. "They're probably cancelled now."
x
Upon King Lune being introduced to Haru, he took one look at her dress and feline traits, and his face dropped. It wasn't so much disappointment, as it was the dawning realisation that consequences had just come a-knocking. (Baron was fairly certain he'd seen a similar breed of regret on Muta's face, just after Baron had found the remains of a cake Muta had hidden away and promptly forgotten about.)
"Oh," said the young royal. "I'd rather hoped this wouldn't happen."
"Rather hoped?" Haru echoed in dangerous tones. "So you knew about this?"
King Lune raised his paws in supplication. "Knew is such a strong word. Theorised is more like it."
"I think the lady has a right to know what you've theorised," Baron interceded, before Haru's temper could make an appearance.
"Well, it wasn't my theory," Lune said, once the Bureau and its plus-one had been ushered into a drawing room. "Natori was the one who warned me of it."
"Natori is..." Haru prompted.
"My father's advisor," Lune said.
"Not the short one who smiles a lot?"
"No, that'd be Natoru," and Lune didn't respond to Haru's evident relief. "Natori officially went into retirement when my father did – but since he was also the only one to have a handle on any of the paperwork here, he makes the occasional return trip."
"And what did Natori warn you of?" Baron asked.
Lune didn't reply immediately, instead visibly chewing over his words with an air of deliberateness that had been absent in his princely years. "He explained that the Cat Kingdom is subject to a series of... rules – or forces," he said eventually. "Like the Human Realm obeys such things as time or gravity. The Cat Kingdom has another kind of rule – that of equal exchange."
"Equal exchange?" Muta echoed.
"Favours, debts," Lune clarified. "If a neighbour kitten-sits for you, you look after their ageing parents another day. For the small, everyday things, it mostly works itself out, enough so that most cats don't even notice – the idea of repaying a favour is just ingrained into our culture, that most will naturally fulfil it."
There was a pause as his audience digested this unexpected spat of worldbuilding. Then, from Baron, "And if it were a larger debt?" He glanced to Haru. "Such as saving the life of the kingdom's prince?"
Lune's expression flickered, betraying an exact hitting the nail on the head. "Then something of equal value must be returned. Something like marrying into the royal family the individual had diverted catastrophe from." He studiously didn't meet Haru's eyes as he added, "Attempts to avoid such a repayment might have... consequences."
"So I'm a cat because I didn't marry you," Haru deadpanned. "That feels a little bit like railroading my life choices."
"It's not something we can control!" Lune insisted. "Otherwise I would consider it null in a heartbeat! But the rules of the Cat Kingdom have a penchant for... symmetry, as Natori put it, so when you tried to marry someone other than a cat royal..."
"The Cat Kingdom got pissy," Haru finished.
"That hadn't been the word I'd been thinking of, bit close enough."
Haru's shoulders slumped.
"Cheer up, Chicky," Muta said. "Perhaps he's got a cute cousin."
#the cat returns#tcr ficlet#cat writes#i dont have a name for this au yet#but yeah this is specifically based upon my hc that the cat kingdom is a kind of fey realm
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Fall Out Boy, Bring Me the Horizon, Royal and the Serpent & Games We Play – BB&T Pavilion – Camden, NJ – August 6, 2023
Stardust and Spectacle: Fall Out Boy’s Unforgettable Night in Camden on the So Much for (Tour) Dust Finale.
Fall Out Boy brought an explosive performance to Camden, New Jersey on the final show of their So Much for (Tour) Dust. Under an 80-degree sun, the band delivered an almost sold-out spectacle at the Freedom Mortgage Pavilion, a venue in the New Jersey and Philly area, on Sunday, August 6th. With a set lasting an impressive 1 hour and 50 minutes, they played classics from the band's first days as well as tracks from their latest album. The band concluded their two-month-long US tour on a high note, heading next for Japan.
The evening commenced at 6:30pm with the first opening act, the Los Angeles-based band Games We Play. Their super fun and energetic show included three original songs, among them their latest release "All My Untalented Friends (ooo la la)," along with a cover of The Killers' "Mr. Brightside." Their performance ignited the audience and set the tone for an interactive and enjoyable evening.
Shortly after, at 7 pm, Royal and the Serpent took the stage for a 25-minute set, featuring some of their biggest hits like "Nation Underdogs" and "Overwhelmed." The band delivered a stunning rendition of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," showcasing the lead singer's and New Jersey native Ryan Santiago’s incredible vocals. They wrapped up their set by expressing that this had been the best summer of their lives, having the privilege to perform alongside some of their favorite bands.
Building on the success of Royal and the Serpent's performance, the British band Bring Me the Horizon took the stage, starting their set with "amEN!" and captivating the crowd with hits like "Happy Song," "Can You Feel My Heart," and "Drown." Lead singer Oliver Sykes even ventured into the audience during "Drown," making fans further from the stage feel included. The band expressed gratitude to Fall Out Boy for being one of their favorite bands and sharing the stage with them. Their electrifying set concluded with the hit "Throne."
At 9:10 pm, Fall Out Boy emerged on stage, delivering the highly anticipated and unforgettable show that everyone had been eagerly awaiting. Making their return to the Philly area after the 2021 Hella Mega Tour with Green Day and Weezer, Fall Out Boy gave Camden a night to remember. With pyrotechnics, dazzling light displays, stage changes, and fiery effects, they treated the Camden waterfront to a 1 hour and 50-minute spectacle.
The performance kicked off with an intro of "We Didn't Start the Fire," followed by the band playing the lead single from their latest album So Much (for) Stardust, titled "Love from the Other Side."
Their set list, consisting of 30 songs, included five tracks from their newest album released in March 2023, such as "Fake Out," "Baby Annihilation," and "Hold Me Like a Grudge," as well as timeless hits like "Dance, Dance" "Thnks fr th Mmrs," and "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark." Fall Out Boy enthralled the crowd with pyrotechnics, fire, smoke, magic tricks and surprises, such as inviting Ryan Santiago, Royal and the Serpent’s lead singer on stage to perform "Dead on Arrival,” which she then said was her favorite Fall Out Boy song.
The Chicago band also treated the audience to a cover of Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" and a partial cover of Metallica's "Enter Sandman." In a delightful twist, they played two additional songs compared to the rest of the tour. Unexpected moments included a magic 8 ball on the screen, with Pete Wentz asking questions like "What song should we play next?” The highlight was the live debut of "Pavlove."
The lead singer also took to the piano to deliver a captivating performance of "Save Rock and Roll," and a medley of ‘’Jet Pack Blues / I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) / Golden.” Concluding the night with "Saturday" from their second album, the band left the audience in awe. Amidst magical props, a giant dog head on stage, fire, bubbles, and smoke, Patrick Stump's remarkable vocals, Pete's exciting speeches, and the crowd's energy combined to create an unforgettable night. A mix of nostalgia, electricity, and enthusiasm filled the summer night at the Camden waterfront, marking the conclusion of the US leg of the So Much for (Tour) Dust.
Brenda Franco
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#Fall Out Boy#Bring Me the Horizon#2023#BB&T Pavilion#Camden#Brenda Falco#Kaylee Marie#Concert Reviews
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Boy does this update have everything: births, deaths, birthdays, murder attempts. Of course when Dagmar Bertino shows up I just know things are about to go to shit, walking bad omen.
-Alright, cough up the goods, blondie! Did I say that right, Valentina?
-Yes, you’re doing great, now bite her ankle!
-You said this wouldn’t be violent!
-I also said this relationship wouldn’t work if you remained a timid flop!
-Oh Sandy, I don’t know what to do, Valentina and I are just too different.. I like walks in the park.. She likes organized crime..
-O̵H̵ B̸O̶O̸H̵O̸O, A̵T L̸E̴A̶S̷T Y̵O̸U̷'̵R̶E N̴O̵T A̷ Z̴O̷M̵B̶I̶E D̶O̵G WA̵S̵H̴E̴R🧟
The lovely Valentina takes a break from beating up the cats to give birth, now I want to remind you guys that I specifically picked Moody so he would tone down the aggressiveness of our dogs because the pet fights are out of control-
-and this is what he gave me on ALL THREE OF THE PUPPIES. So basically the only thing that changed is that they’re doofuses and pigpens now but still aggro, amazing!
Well they’re still cute, welcome to the household Servilia, Maximus, and Calpurnia❤️
I have so many slightly different photos of this exact situation that I’m constantly getting deja vu like ‘didn’t I already post this??’
UGH, ENOUGH. While I’m needlessly documenting this bullshit..
..Alcibiades dies💔 I hate how abrupt pet deaths are in this game, you don’t even get an event window and I keep missing them without saying goodbye!!!
RIP Alcibiades, you were such a good, chill boi who singlehandedly saved our cat legacy by being the feline suitor to finally manage to knock up D’vorah. I’ll miss you, baby.
Of course no death is tragic enough to stop certain robosexuals for engaging in ungodly activities. How many times do you have to be caught cheating in one day till you’re finally satisfied, Cyneswith???
Shajar returns from work and brings Hot Downtownie with her, but HD only has eyes for Sophie.
HD: Boy, I cant wait to meet Sophie :)
Sophie: Boy, I can’t wait to have some toxic interaction with Shajar :)
The kittos are here, four of them too, damn, Dobronega!
-Go big or go home.
I can’t @ all of them having your eye scar too, iconic. Now as you probably recall because I just mentioned it yesterday, my goal with the cats was the opposite than the dog one aka I wanted to make them more aggro because the dogs are bullying the hell out of them. Let’s see how we did..
FINALLY SOMEONE AROUND HERE UNDERSTOOD THEIR ASSIGNMENT, TY DOBRIE. At last I can give the cats Mortal Kombat names and they will actually fit them, so here we have Kitana, Mileena, Ermac, and Scorpion, welcome bbs!
It could be possible we have too many pets now, but as long as we’re not flashing pink I’m gonna be in denial about the lag.
-Hey Sands, whatchu doing?🌸
-S̴K̴ILLI̴N̶G̶ F̶O̵R M̶YJO̷B. E̴VE̵R H̶EAR̴D O̴F T̷H̵O̷S̶E̴?🧟
RUDE. Cyneswith might not have a job but she performs many valuable tasks around the house, such as.. uh.. oh I got it:
SETTING A FIRE IN THE KITCHEN WHILE iVAN RUNS AMOK-
-AND TRIES TO KILL HER.
Legit I don’t even know how to comment on this one, it’s already been established that when I go too long without taking Cyn out to lover-hunt she starts setting fires, but iVan electrocuting her?? I guess he was like ‘I brought you back into this world and I can take you right out of it.’
It’s another carefree night of swimming until 5am for Sugar..
..while Jojo fixes iVan’s crazy ass. Jo I don’t know how to tell you this, but when you die it might be time for iVan to.. you know, go live in a big robot farm. Called a junkyard.
-WHAT?! Don’t even think about it, he’s my biggest scientific achievement!
Your biggest scientific achievement breaks down 3 times a day, who the fuck is gonna be fixing him once you’re dead??
-I’ll commute from Hell!
Sophie returns from work, gets promoted for the third time in a row, and Shajar RUNS TO HUG HER. Do I dare even ask what on earth is going on now?
-Nothing to be alarmed about, dumbass, we made up!
-Yes, I apologized for suggesting a zombie threesome..
-And I in turn apologized for being a perfect mother and wife.
Really Soph, that’s what you apologized for?
-Adopt a different tone if you want to address me.
-Haha, get her babe!
Alright then, so clearly Sophie climbing up the corporate ladder is gonna be UNBEARABLE, but at least you two are happy.
Look who else is making up, man, what a day of love!
-Oh mommy, after my one-sided mortal enemy Alcibiades’ death I’ve been thinking, I’m so sorry I beat you up, you know how sometimes I have a little bit of a rage problem!
-Aw it’s ok, sweetheart, I forgive you!
*1 minute later*
-FUCK YOU MOM, DON’T TELL ME HOW TO RUN MY LIFE
Uh, Valentina, now might not be the best time to argue with your mother..
-MOMMY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-It’s alright, Valie, I will always be with you in spirit, but thankfully not in the flesh because I could tell you were gonna saddle me with the babysitting, so this is perfect timing!
ABBEY MY BELOVED CHONK. You were such a chadette, I’ll never forget how you attacked the wolf and crushed Jojo’s stupid werewolf dreams, absolutely hilarious. RIP queen💔
I barely have time to process Abbey’s loss when I am struck by a different tragedy: having to throw a Union birthday party. Mercifully no one except Wulf showed up, Daniel and Gunther decided they’ve suffered enough.
Alright Sugar, blow out those candles and let’s see the extent of that Don Oates genetic catastrophe.
-Don’t I get to make a wish first??
The only wish you should be making with those grades is wishing to graduate elementary school.
OK. That’s not so bad right??? I can definitely see some Cyn in there!
But the nose is ALL Don, thanks so much bro!
It’s time to roll for an aspiration and truly, I can’t even react anymore:
IS MY DIGITAL DIE FUCKING STUCK ON 6?!?! Like seriously is this gonna happen every goddamn generation??? Don’t even get me started on his incelitude-ensuring chemistry panel, any sims out there that are ripped but don’t work out, I have your soulmate right here. Literally we’re never gonna find anyone who has more than 1 bolt with this freak.
Let’s move on to Sophito who all my hopes are riding on. Don’t let me down, my little genius, roll knowledge and pursue your destiny!
-There comes a time in every person’s life where they stop and think.. ‘Am I living my life for others..’
-’or for myself’??
WELL CLEARLY IT’S THE LATTER IN YOUR CASE. So not only does Sophito pick my least favorite aspiration, but he decides to out-ridiculous Sugar in the chemistry department: Are you a chess grandmaster who lives in their parent’s basement? Then Sophito is here for you, but don’t even THINK of coming near him if you have ANY charisma. Good lord, his perfect spouse is literally Chester Gieke.
Predictably he grew up cute, but truly it’s such a small comfort. Now we wait for the LTWs to show up..
Look at Shajar interacting with her kid, you’re a real family woman today aren’t you?
Wulf, did you only attend this party to harass our pets?
-Of course not, I care deeply about Sophio and Sagar!
Yea I’m starting to ‘care deeply’ as well after seeing those aspirations, ok the LTWs are in:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
SUGAR EVEN FOR YOU THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I can’t even really make fun of it, the simple IDEA of you in the army kills me, and I’m sure it will kill you too via friendly fire. We move on to Sophito, let’s see what horrors await us there..
GOOD LORD WHY. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.
-I told you, I’m gonna live life for myself from now on!
Yea, for yourself and 50 other people apparently! You know, you didn’t even have to go through all this trouble, you could have just stabbed me in the heart instead.
-Boy do I look MAGNIFICENT OR WHAT. Those cheekbones!!!
God help me. So this is a hairstyle I associate with Jean Ralphio from Parks and Rec, and thus I was saving it for like a true HIMBO, I just never in a million years thought the ‘true himbo’ would be my ‘little genius’.
-Don’t listen to her, son, being a genius fuckboi is the best of both worlds! Now lets shittalk your mother.
Birthdays all around as Valentina’s puppies grow up! This is Servilia..
..Maximus..
..and Calpurnia! Max and Calp look HILARIOUS and normally I’d make one of them the dog heir so we could have fun genetic experiments, but I’m very emo about Abbey dying so we’re keeping Abbey-clone Servillia. Her siblings will go off to have a (clearly much better) life with Wulf and Angel.
Back to human bs, I can’t express to you guys how much trouble I’m having adjusting to New Sophito, aka Nuphito. Like the above is what he does literally ALL DAY LONG.
Oh, sorry, he also spends 8 hours a day in the hot tub. Remember when you used to autonomously play chess all day??
-Isn’t my logic skill already maxed?
Yes but-
-Am I not the most functional person in this house?
Sure-
-Then wouldn’t your time be better spent preventing some massive disaster instead of worrying about my hot tub time?
I don’t like you, I don’t like you at all, Nuphito!!!
Sandy gets demoted, gets home, and starts immediately fighting Sophie (whose face has once again glitched in that creepy perma-smile).
-I̴ WIS̶H A̸N E̷T̴E̵R̷N̴A̴L, ̵I̶NE̴S̵C̶EP̵AB̶LE W̶I̶N̵T̶E̴R O̷N̴ YO̵U🧟
-You talking to me, wormy? Have you lost your rotting brain?
Then Cyneswith shows up from the other side to admire Sophie, trapping her in a positive interaction/negative interaction loop:
-Congratulations on your amazing career progress, Sophie, you’re so smart, huhu!💗
-Aw, thanks-
-A̷R̶E Y̵O̴U SM̸A̵R̸T E̴N̴O̶UG̸H T̸O GIV̵E Y̸O̶U̷R̸S̴E̷L̵F A̶ N̷OS̶EJ̶O̵B̵, H̷A̷HA🧟
-WHAT THE FUCK YOU BROKE MY NOSE YOU BLOATED CARCASS, I WILL KILL-
-Before you kill her, Soph, let’s do our school cheer! Voooooo gerbits, huhu!🌸
-Oh, fun!
-What a crazy day, my head is still spinning.. Literally, it’s still glitched. Thankfully nothing that sleeping next to my father in law won’t fix..
Yea you do you, Soph!
Guess who became best friends with her only child after 15 years? Mom of the year, Shajar Union!
In case you were wondering, this creepy shit is still going on, I swear I’m already seeing adult Sophito’s Sandy-filled want panel, and by ‘seeing it’ I mean in my nightmares.
Speaking of nightmares, I figured Sugar is gonna need all the help he can get so I got him a teen job in the army, and this is the ensemble he’s gonna present himself in. Man, you really have a rough life ahead of you. And now, for the horrible part..
WYATT NO💔💔💔💔💔 Goddamn Sophie, she’s like one of those hospital cats that go sleep next to patients who are about to die.
-WYAT UNION, NEE MONIF, YOUR TIME- can you move a bit so I can pass?
-Oui!
-Thanks bro. WYATT UNION, YOUR TIME HAS COME
-Quel?? Whò est toi??
-I AM DEATH
-Dethe?? Je ne ûndérstàndòix.
-Oh man. Hula zombs, any of you speak French?
-Tell him he is ‘mort’.
-YOU ARE MORT
-Hiiii everyone, have a blessed day!
FFS BUTLER #4, MAYBE OPEN YOUR EYES AS YOU ENTER A ROOM
-Oòòòòh, mòrt!
-YES. HEAVEN- I MEAN, LE PARADIS, AWAITS YOU
-Tres bien, huhu! Au revoir évéryoné, je t'aime Jòjò, non be sadoix!
When I tell you guys I teared up for real. What to even say about my French-Arabian prince; he came into this legacy a randomly generated dormie with great hair and a Jojo obsession, and leaves with great hair, a Jojo obsession, and my heart. He was such a delightful presence and gave us so many great moments when he wasn’t asleep. RIP mon bebe❤️
Our Wyatt was always a giving soul and left money to absolutely everyone..
..like I’m looking around the house and EVEN iVAN has the inheritance memory..
..BUT DON DOES NOT LMAO. I CAN’T. Thanks for that final laugh, Wyatt❤️
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For BG3 Act 1 ask, 9, 17, and 31! 👀 Hope you are enjoying the holiday season! :D
hehe ty anon for sending this!! these are all answered based on my first Tav ever (whose completed save i lost after a disastrous mix up with mods rip) Bal'lia, a half drow circle of spores druid. she was my little grumpy bb and i miss her every day
putting the answers under a read more bc it got a lil long
also ty anon hope your holidays went well too and i hope you enjoy the new year!!!
9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?
hehe my OG fav will always be Dammon, but Bal'lia actually liked Zevlor the best! mostly because of his leadership skills and his loyalty to his people (in act I at least).
17. What does your Character think of Withers?
she was skeptical at first when the group found his tomb, and she never quite believed that he was just a simple scribe or whatever he introduces himself as. after a while she really grew to like him and would jokingly include him in conversations that she knew he would have no part in.
"Hey Withers! Karlach just bet me 10 gold pieces that I couldn't do a backflip in my owlbear form. You want in on this action?!"
"I do not."
31. Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story?
so Bal'lia was the product of a human mother and a Lolth-sworn drow father who was turned into a drider as punishment for abandoning his faith (he wasn't turned immediately after leaving the Underdark, but turned after Bal'lia was a toddler to reap the most amount of hurt on dear old dad).
that's all to say that she has a big big big fear of spiders and it's the one wild shape form she refuses to take. as you can imagine, going through the spider's nest and facing off with the big spider queen thing was very ~traumatic~ for her. she almost got herself and Lae'zel killed during the fight because of this fear and uh. let's just say Lae'zel had some choice words for her after they finally cleared out the den.
it's been so long since i last got to talk about Bal, i feel like i want to recreate her to play again since i don't have her save anymore. i came up with SO much lore for her it was a bit ridiculous lol
(so if anyone wants to know more just hmu wink wink wink wink)
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