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bumpkinspice0 · 3 months

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Recovery Time Chapter 8

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit (Minors do not interact!!!!!!)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: November is here, winter creeps closer, and feelings become more real.

Warnings: Like none? Typical angst, fluff, desperation??

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Chapter 8: Storm Brewing

The garden was finally bare, the soil tilled over and weeded of its dead occupants. Precious loved herbs and other plants dug up and brought inside to last the winter. Seeds sorted and stored for next year. Harvest time was over and the dirt can lay in rest for another winter. October had come and passed, the early days of November bringing a new chill to the air.

Joel helps you prep the garden soil for next year and he almost wishes he hadn’t offered. You had buckets of compost stored and ready to enrich the soil, nasty smelling stuff. Vegetable scraps, egg shells, bones— garbage really. He was helping you spread garbage around your dead garden. He’s done stranger things, he supposes.

“Please tell me this is the last one,” He sighs, dumping out the final nasty, juicy contents from the last 5-gallon barrel you rolled out.

“It’s the last one,” you scoff, raking the dumped contents evenly over the soil’s surface. “You can start putting the leaf piles on top then we’re done.”

“Thank god,” he retreats to the edge of the garden where you’d had a massive leaf pile waiting. He grabs an armful and spreads them on top of the compost, “Why are we doing this again?”

“Keeps the soil healthy.” You dust your hands off and grab a fistful of leaves for yourself, “You gotta put back what you take out. The parts you don’t use decompose and make the soil healthier. Circle of life and all that.”

“And the leaves?”

“Extra barrier and extra compost.” You step closer to him and he does his best to ignore how that makes his heart speed up ever so slightly. “Use what’s around, ya know?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” He grabs another armful of leaves, “But it was good this year? The garden?”

“Better than other years. Only got good at it the last two years or so.”

Joel wasn’t much of a farmer. Hell, he killed nearly all of his houseplants. The idea of constantly managing something so delicate was intimidating. Game hunting was easy in comparison. Straight forward— almost literally. Point and shoot. Set a trap and leave it. Hunting didn’t take skill, it just took luck. But growing food… That was a whole different story.

Your storages were plentiful from what he saw. You didn’t really seem to keep track of resources used because of it. Much more lax than Bill. If he had to guess you probably easily had enough for 6-8 months at the moment— But he can’t help but wonder how much you’d used on him. How much did he take from you? The question that’s been constantly on his mind lately.

He’d brought back some meager kills. That turkey and a good handful of rabbits. Was it enough?

“Thinking you got enough to make it through the winter this year?” He asks before he can stop himself.

You pause, he’s not sure if it’s from his sudden forwardness or because you’re actually thinking about it, sorting through everything in your head. He sees your expression drop a little bit— his unspoken words evidently being heard loud and clear.

Will you be fine without me?

He hadn’t brought it up in weeks, him heading back to the QZ. You hadn’t either. Christ he’d been healed for just as long and he still wandered around here like a lost puppy. What was he waiting for? You to chase him out with a broom in hand? Or maybe for you to tell him please don’t go.

He had to. He had to leave and him lingering around you like a ghost was making it all the more difficult.

“It was a good harvest this year,” You finally answer, kicking out more leaves in your path. “Winter can be unpredictable, though. For extra assurance, we should probably think about getting bigger kills if we—”

You pause again, your back to him. He can’t see your face but he can guess what’s painted across it. Panic. Blushing embarrassment. You said it twice, the forbidden word.

We.

You’d both been dancing around referring to each other as a pair since he got here, now you were the first to let it slip. He knew what we meant. We meant I’m thinking of you. We meant I’m planning a future where you’re there. We meant don’t leave.

He doesn’t say anything, the pleasant afternoon soured by him asking silent questions. Joel didn’t like being so timid. It’s not who he was. He was a blunt, straightforward man— often to a fault. He wishes he could still be that emotionless with you. It’d make everything so much easier. Instead, he lives in fear of hurting you. Of bringing the curtain down on this small little paradise you’d given him. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. It’s time he gets back to what he was actually good at.

All things must come to an end, even the good things. He had to come back to reality. Joel just had to pull the trigger… but when?

He tosses a final fistful of leaves onto the barren garden and stomps off to the edge of the property.

“I’m gonna set up a few more traps.”

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A bloated awkwardness had settled between you both since this afternoon, and you have your stupid mouth to thank for it. The damn thing always got you into so much trouble.

You said we. You desperately wanted to try and recover and blurt that you were referring to you, Gus, and Lily, obviously, but that would have made the whole situation ten times worse. You just blurting whatever came to mind had gotten you into this mess.

How had Joel become such an integral part of your life in such a short time? He’d crawled into your heart and made a home there without even trying. From day one you knew he wouldn’t stay, and yet that never seemed to matter.

You’d told him six weeks for his estimated recovery time. It only took a glance at the calendar to see that specific date had come and gone. He’d been recovered. Walking strong with newly healed over scars. He was a picture of health… and he was still here. That meant something.

He hadn’t mentioned the QZ once. Not even people inside it. He’d been vague, at best, about what he’d done there. The only family you knew about was his brother, who was likely now hundreds of miles away. What did he have to go back to, you wonder. You’d never asked, but then again he probably wouldn’t tell you if you did.

Maybe you’re waiting for him to ask. Ask if he can stay here… but you probably made your feelings about that rather clear… right? Maybe you have to ask, then. Ask him to stay. Tell him how you feel.

The fear of rejection is a powerful one. People underestimate it all the time.

So, instead of facing the fear, you dance around in this awkward limbo you’d made for yourself, because of your big dumb mouth.

You’re curled up on the couch while he passively plays guitar in the corner of the living room, Gus and Lily curled up at his feet like he always belonged there.

The playing stops and you dare to glance in his direction. His gaze is on the curled-up fur children at his feet, sadness pulling at his features. You can only hope what he’s thinking about.

“Hey,” he looks at you, “So… I was thinking bout somethin’.”

“That’s dangerous.” You hope, just for a moment. Hope that he’ll ask to stay the winter. Stay longer. Stay forever. Just… stay.

“Yeah,” he gives the weakest smile you’d ever seen in your life. Oh no. “I was… thinkin’ about when I should leave.”

You’d never had your hope dashed so quickly.

“Yeah?” You say, trying your best to hide the fact that your heart is shattering.

“I should… do it soon. Before the snow falls.”

You look away from him, clutching your book to your chest, “That’s… a good idea.”

He lets the silence brew in the room. God, if you thought the air between you two was uncomfortable before…

You hold back a tear, putting on a brave face. “When were you thinking?”

He’s set the guitar aside, leaning heavily over his knees. He wrings his hands together nervously.

“Tomorrow.”

The single word is like an arrow to the heart. Tomorrow? That soon? You can’t believe you’d scared him off so easily. If there was a time to tell him to stay, it was now. Beg him not to go. Tell him how you feel. Show him he’d always have a home here.

Say something. Anything.

“That’s… soon.”

Idiot.

“It is.” He nods dismissively. You don’t know why, but you really want to punch him right now. He sighs, coming over to take a seat next to you. Good. Closer to punch. “I’ve taken enough from you, darlin’. It’s time I be on my way.”

“Good, you’ve been a nuisance anyway.” You think hiding behind some sarcasm will distract from the stinging behind your eyes. It doesn’t. Still, you manage to will the tears to stay inside, “It was a pleasure you have you, Joel.”

He rests a hand on your thigh and you swear it burns. “I… don’t know how to repay you.”

Don’t leave. You want to say it so badly. That’s how he could repay you if that’s what he felt he needed to do. Is it selfish of you to want him all to yourself? Like a treasure you found. Yes, of course it is. He had a right to leave. He had a right to his own damned free will.

“Just live, that’s all you have to do,” You place your hand on top of his, “And come back to visit?”

“Of course.”

Those sorrowful deep brown eyes say all his mouth never could. Does he even really want to leave? God, you hate this. What do you do now? Do you eagerly start packing his supplies? Leave him alone? Cry? Beg? Say it. Just say it!

“Joel…” You squeeze his hand just a little tighter. His expression lightens, just a little. “I…” I don’t want you to leave. “I’ll miss you.”

Coward.

He breathes out a small smile, squeezing your hand back. Can he feel it? Your heart breaking.

His other hand comes up to rest on your cheek. “I’ll miss you too, darlin’.”

“Joel…”

This was too much. He was too much. You can’t just sit idly by while this happens. You can’t just watch him leave without fighting just a little. Without speaking your peace. If you don’t, you know you’ll regret it forever. You have to do something. Do anything.

You come crashing into him, your lips finding his immediately. He moans into you, his other hand coming up behind your head to pull you in closer. He wanted this too. Good. You crawl on top of him… or he guides you down to the couch, you’re not really sure. It doesn’t matter. You had him, here, right now. When your words fail you, this is how you can tell him. Tell him to stay.

His hands trail down from your face and squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rake your hands through his hair in a frenzy, just needing more. All of him. Oh god, he felt so good already. His tongue comes out to explore your mouth, you open with a desperate sigh. He was eager. He was willing.

He was yours. Right now he was yours.

Your hands drop to his belt. You feel him flinch under your touch.

“Darlin’... I…” he breathes between your lips. Whatever he was going to say dies on his tongue. His hips raise up in encouragement.

“Joel,” you moan as you undo the buckle, “Joel, I—”

A mighty gust of wind shakes the cabin, testing its very foundation. You both jolt upright, the moment completely ruined by shock. The windows rattle with newfound intensity. The bones of your little home creak in protest.

A storm was coming.

“Shit…shit,” you grumble, climbing off Joel, much to your disdain. You walk over to your little weather station by the front door, three little mounted dials that Art always swore by. A thermometer, a barometer, and a hydrometer. The temperature had dropped significantly since this afternoon, dwindling down past freezing. The air pressure was dropping rapidly, you swear you see the needle moving before your very eyes. Yep, the telltale signs of a storm. When you glance out the window your heart drops.

The snow had only just started to fall, small white specks starting to blanket the ground, and it was picking up speed. The sky was barely visible, the undoubtedly massive clouds whited out by an oncoming freeze. It was going to be a blizzard—a big one.

“What is it?” Joel comes up behind you.

You groan, wishing so badly you could ignore it and take him back to the couch and continue where you left off— but you know you can’t. You’d said earlier that winter was unpredictable, and that was true. Early snow meant more work that had to be done now before it got worse. Preparations done to assure your safety. More wood inside, more water in the tank, relocating the chickens, bringing up more food from the cellar— You could both do it before the storm got worse. If you hurried it’d be done in an hour. Then you could get back to… everything.

You were likely going to be snowed in for a few days. Maybe it’s a sign, you think. A final gift from the almighty to get Joel Miller to stay just a little longer. You’ll take what you can get.

“Winter came early.”

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #Joel Miller #tlou #the last of us #recovery time

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cutesmokes · 4 months

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‘Come back down to earth, kay?’

Summary: After the incident revolving around the boy on the roof, Nene couldn't stop her mind from spiraling. It's winter break now and even after the bathroom ghost promised that she would have her answers, she couldn't help but worry. (Un)fortunately for her, Hanako knows her more than she could even begin to imagine.

Author’s note: HOHOHO!!!!!!! Surprise @duckymcdoorknob ! I'll be your secret santa this year~! Thank you so much to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this year. Good GOD this is a long one. It's been a while since I've written anything but wow I've really had fun not only writing this but having the excuse to finally rewatch this anime~! Happy holidays my dear/p I hope you enjoy this little story about our favorite bathroom ghost~! (its just a tad edgy in the beginning and at the end lol. Yay for overthinking/j)

Cw: very brief mention of murd3r/ some overthinking

Word count: 1526

Who was he; that boy on the rooftop, why did he look almost identical to the ghost in the bathroom? Hanako looked so.. Scared, maybe? What was that look in his eye- all his courage and confidence That practically drained from him as was what the stranger said true? Did he really… murder someone?

Nene cringed as she swept the bathroom floor, the coarse bristles of the broom licking over the floor, the soft sound the only thing audible in the empty school. The world outside was gray and cold, clouds blanketed the dull sky, threatening snow. School had let out early and Yashido stood shivering with a cold that only anxiety could bring. Before she had actually dared to challenge the legend of the Seventh wonder of her school, she would have been home by now; lounging in something cute, the soft twilight cooling the night as she babied her beloved hamster, but now she was here- spending most of her freetime in the girl’s bathroom.

She sighed to herself, smiling slightly as she let the broom rest against one of the walls before dusting herself off. She found that, within the last few months, she hasn't minded her chores so much anymore. Sure, she still felt obligated to somehow repay Hanako for all the times he's saved her- it was almost embarrassing how extensive the list was. She always seemed to get herself into trouble but Hanako was always there to save her. It almost made her feel.. Special. She shook her head, denying even the slightest possibility that she could like the ghost more than just a friend. The last time she let herself believe that, it ended in more hurt feelings as she cried into his arms. She really was silly.

When she looked up, bright gold eyes met her amber ones. with a high pitched scream, she jumped back, almost tripping over herself as she turned back to the ghost boy, who was not trying very hard to hold back amused snickers.

“UGH!! You startled me!” she shouted with an aggravated stomp of her foot. Hanako hung upside down, floating almost weightlessly in front of her as he chuckled.

“Oh come on, Yashiro, you've been so jumpy lately! What's going on in that head of yours, hum~?” he asked playfully, tapping his pointer finger against her forehead. She turned away from him, going to pick up the broom to return it back to the closet, Hanako not far behind.

“Its nothing- I've just been in my own world is all.” She muttered nervously, smiling with a dismissive wave of her hand as she walked away from the closet. Once she got home, she could think things over, or, better yet, distract herself from all this bust HAnako wouldn’t have it. He knew her better than just about anyone, probably thanks to the bond they shared due to the mermaid’s scale. Still hovering over her shoulder, his fingers rapidly poked over her cheek and down her arm. Annoyed, Nene swatted at his hands,

“Hanako! Knock it off!”

“Not till you tell me what’s wrong~!” he said in a sing-song manner, chasing after her like a child. Seeing the stairs that led to the roof’s exit, Nene ran like her life depended on it. Hanako had gotten so mad last time and she did not want to risk repeating that. Her shoes clicked noisily against the cold wooden steps as she made it to the roof, not without clumsily tripping over the last step and falling through the unlocked door however. As soon as she tumbled out onto the rooftop, the cold wind nipped at her skin, making her shiver- she really wasn't dressed to be out in the cold, she didn't even have her coat! None of that mattered as the apparition appeared in the doorway, his silhouette darkened by the dim lights leading to the stairwell. Nene watched in silent terror as Hanako walked towards her, smiling as he always did, hands hiding behind his back. The poor girl found herself closing her eyes, maybe if she just closed her eyes hed go away-

Cold fingers cupped her cheek, gently turning it upwards. When her eyes fluttered open again, she found the apparition’s enticing eyes dangerously close to hers again. She felt her heart flutter, making her turn away. Darn him. Hanako just continued smiling as his hands freed her face, only to intertwine with hers, making her squeak.

“Now now, it's just me~! Friends talk, remember~?” he coos, but Yashiro just turned away again. The boy huffs, pooting just a little.

“You used to make me laugh, ya know. You're so easy to annoy~!” he paused for a moment, thinking- had he ever heard her laugh? He couldn't remember… he smirked slightly, subtly reaching to experimentally squeeze her side.

Almost immediately, her legs kick out in reaction to the electric shocks that shoot up her nervous system. Nene attempts to roll away from the tingling sensation but finds herself trapped, slumped in a wedge made by the walls of the safety rails that lined the roof with the mischievous ghost above of her. She tried to make herself look angry, but with her cheeks already warming, she knew it would be useless to play anything off.

“Hanako!? What was THAT!?”

The boy just scooted closer to her side, scooping her up slightly so that they now lay against each other, side by side.

“Oh! Just checking if you were ticklish or not.” he said casually, his words light, almost sounding excited.

“See- my twin and I used to have battles all the time- it was really fun!” he seemed sad, remembering things Nene couldn't even begin to imagine. Just as quickly as it came, however, the sadness in his tone was replaced with the bouncy, perky tone returned. A hand rose into view , fingers wiggling slightly before he continued.

“Seems to me like you could use a good laugh, Yashiro~” was all he said before fingers quickly began spidering across her stomach. Almost immediately, Yashiro bursts into panicked giggles, kicking and thrashing the best she could.

“haha-HAnako! Y-hohou you big jerk! Stahahp!”

“Hum… let me think… nah~! You have to tell me why you were sulking again.” he taunted, fingers bouncing across the top of her leg before rapidly squeezing over her knee. The response was a high, girly squeal, before Nene sank down farther to the ground. She shook her head, not only as a way to decline his little “Deal” but as a desperate attempt to decrease the feeling of delicate fingers across her knees. She knew she couldn't go on like this much longer, but she was feeling suborn. She tried shaking her hand free of hanako’s grasp but the ghost was strong, his fingers traveled down underneath her knee, fingers tenderly clawing at the skin that hid beneath her black tights.

Her growing laughter turned silent due to the sudden change and intensity. She tried to sit up, but only tumbled into the 7th wonder’s lap as her bright, squealing laughter returned. Chuckling along with her, hanako finally released her hand, only to grab onto the school girl’s hips, squeezing in a new found rhythm. Yashiro’s feet stomped on the cement, her dainty hands latching onto Hanako’s wrists as she called out between squeals.

“OKAYHAHA-!! Okahahay- please! Stahahap!!”

Fingers scamper up her ribs, jumping up to her shoulder and gently feathering into the crook of her neck before they remove themselves completely. The girl’s hands cup over her chest as she tries to take deep breaths in between her giggles, eyes closing as she grounds herself. Before long, Nene was able to sit up, whipping a tear of mirth from her eye with Hanako waiting, watching with that smug look on his face. Nene took one last breath before beginning to voice the concerns that had been bothering her for weeks. The longer she rambled, the faster she talked, her hands waving around as a way to accentuate her words. It was only when she seemed to start repeating herself was when the bathroom ghost interjected, gently grabbing her hands with his own. Yashiro gasped slightly as she is pulled out of her rant before meeting Hanako’s gaze.

“Hey. it's really cool you wanna know everything about me. No one’s really done that before, and.. I'm glad its you- but you have to be patient, okay? I promise I will tell you everything you want to know when I'm ready, but for now, just come back down to earth, ‘kay? I've missed you.”

Despite the chill from not only the wind, but from hanako’s hands as well, she could feel a warmth deep within her chest, growing across her cheeks as she blushed softly. Nene became lost in Hanako’s honey-like stare; soft and sweet, feeling tears well up from how touching his words were. He was right. He may have been a tease, but he never broke a promise.. Her smile became more determined as she nodded. She really did trust him, despite all his secrets.

Neither of them noticed that it had begun to snow..

#squealing santa 2k23 #sfw tickling community #ghostie's stories #TBHK tickles #lee! Nene

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reefer-reelz-n-reviews · 1 year

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010)

Smoking: Papa Smurf {I had attempted to rolls some jays for the movie but for some reason they wouldn’t stay sealed 😥}

Here is the little description from Disney+ “A modern-day sorcerer must make his seemingly average recruit into the ultimate apprentice.” I feel it sums it accurately. Now for my high mind to write this week’s entry 😊

We start off with a background on the 3 sorcerers that worked under Merlin, James A Stephens, and the evil Morgana, Alice Krige. We have Nicolas Cage playing Balthazar and Alfred Molina playing Horvath the dueling for good and evil. Then we get a glimpse a little more into the future of a young boy named Dave who is found out to be the Prime Merlinean.

Now we go 10 years later and adult Dave is played by Jay Baruchel. The voice of Hiccup in How to Train Your Dragon. I love the relationship Dave has with Bennet, played by Omar Benson Miller. Bennet wants to help him not be by himself and spend time with friends so he doesn’t get stuck in his science projects alone.

Nicolas Cage coming into save the day by turning wolves to puppies while riding a giant metal eagle. I mean can you talk about an entrance!

One of my favorite parts is coming up. The fight in China Town, and on top of that during a festival! We have the fight between Balthazar and Sun-Lok played by Gregory Woo. He has this really cool power where he turned one of the festival paper dragons into a real dragon and chase Dave around. I love how they use the confetti. Its just floating down gracefully, and then they use magic to manipulate it as well.

I’m watching the movie right now on Disney+, but I also have the DVD as well. In the special features they go into details about how they made the Merlin Circle because they didn’t want it to be put in but have it be real. Now I don’t remember a lot about what was said, okay okay, any of what was said ahahah, but I remember thinking it was interesting lol.

Watching Jay try to make a plasma bolt is hilarious! It’s like a whole training sequence where he is basically failing, and failing hilariously.

Now we have Horvath trying to get some more help by reaching out to Drake Stone, played by Toby Kebbell. He uses his sorcerer abilities to be a magician and make money by doing shows. Very good looking and killer accent 😍

There is a Star Wars reference in this movie. Thinking about it. I wonder if in some how Disney new that 2 years after this movie came out they would take the Star Wars franchise?

Then they is the wonderful scene where Dave leaves his lab to be cleaned by his magic. This scene was done with a lot of people in green outfits being different kinds of cleaning supplies. It is an ode to the scene in Fantasia where Mickey Mouse puts on Merlin’s hat and does the same thing with the brooms and mops. They did a REALLY good job putting it all together.

And I just got a 10min interruption by a cat. Calcifur apparently needed my attention for a little while lol.

Snack Break!

I got this way too huge slice of cake. Its soooo good and coconutty 🤤

Can’t believe I’ve gotten almost 600 words in and haven’t even mentioned Dave’s love interest Becky, played by Teresa Palmer. They have a very cute relationship that buds throughout the movie.

Now we get to the last battle. Morgana has been brought back through the 3rd sorcerer Veronica, played by Monica Bellucci. Morgana’s soul is connected to Veronica’s and she is trying to complete the ritual she was stopped from in the beginning of the movie.

We have Balthazar and Horvath battling each other while she is shooting fire balls up in the sky and no one in New York is paying any attention to it. Nor was I for the last 5 mins lol. I got distracted on my phone for a minute there.

Dave gets to battle Morgana in the end, and you know, stuff happens. Once again, trying not to ruin stuff here lol!

Hope you enjoyed this week’s review! Till next time ❤

-RRR

#james a stephens #alice krige #nicolas cage #alfred molina #jay baruchel #omar benson miller #Gregory woo #toby kebbell #teresa palmer #monica bellucci #the sorcerer's apprentice

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lostonehero · 10 months

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Ah this started so sweet

Then Micheal needs a hug

Henry sighs and pokes at the dinner on his plate. His shareholders were ecstatic at the amount of press the museum was getting. They were all in for the open nights. Which wouldn't be a problem if he knew who was coming. Searching the museum turned up nothing, and the kids were quiet.

William was wearing a purple button-up and black slacks, his eyes glowing purple as he swayed, floating back and forth. It was his form of pacing since he couldn't really walk anymore, outside of his mind that was.

Henry sighs, leaning back in his chair. This wouldn't help any of them if they continued to fester on the what ifs. "The kids went quiet, and we won't know anything till this new spirit comes."

"We can't just wait." William huffs eyes glowing brighter.

"We don't have a choice, William." Henry snaps, slamming his hands against the table. "Do you think I want to wait here like a sitting duck waiting to be shot? I can't help the kids, and they won't tell us anything. All we know is that whoever this will be is bad, and the kids want to punish them."

William's eyes dim to a normal purple color. "Henry...."

Henry took a breath, relaxing. "I didn't mean to lose my temper, I just we can't just fester on something we can't change." He looks at his old friend. "We need a distraction. I need a distraction." He corrects, not wanting to speak for William.

.....

William sighs, staring at Henry. "So why are you asleep?"

Henry frowns as he lays down on William's couch in his office. "Well, I need a distraction. The range is closed, and Jen chased me off with a broom, Micheal is asleep, and Jeremy is working. I also finished my current projects and puzzles. I also can't pick up a shift at the pizza plex because it's illegal to work that many hours, even on salary." Henry sighs. The waiting wasn't getting any better, and it's only been two days.

William, for his part, has been cleaning up his mind office? The reflection of his mind space. He didn't really have a name for this place yet, but he has been going through his memories, leaving Henry alone for the most part. "Right... not that I mind the company, but...." He stops and sighs. "I can't really entertain you."

"William, you aren't a toy, and I'm not looking for you to entertain me." Henry curls up in the couch. "I think if I try anything else, Jen will end up calling Margaret."

"You're still close to her?" William bites back the sting of jealousy. She was Henry's ex-wife, key word ex, but Henry still talked fondly about her. He didn't like that.

"I mean, yeah, we're still friends. Maybe I should ask James if he wants to set something up."

"James?"

"Oh yeah, you don't know who that is." Henry stretches on the couch. "That's Margaret husband. He's a good guy. Terrible cook, though. Don't tell him I said that."

William blinks. "Margaret remarried?"

"Yeah, after Charlie.... we got divorced only a few months after that." Henry has a flash of black in his eye, but it's gone just as fast. "She had 4 more kids. They consider me their second dad. They are good kids."

William walked over to sit I the loveseat next to the couch Henry was laying in. "I'm sorry..."

"Enough with the sorry." Henry flicks William's leg. "You'll have to meet them, along with the grandkids, and I won't let you eject yourself from my body."

William raises his brow. "They want to meet me?"

"Can't imagine why?" Henry let his southern drawl out. "You are sharing my body."

William's fkrm flickers, and he's wearing his cowboy shirt again. "I'm hitching a ride." He grumbles and covers his face when Henry starts laughing.

"Sure, but you've made yourself comfy." Henry sighs. "You've been quiet. What have you've been doing?"

William sighs, welcoming the change in topic. "I've been organizing. Being alive, or well, being attached to a living person comes with raw emotions, like a live wire. I'm trying to see if I go through my memories, I can handle it better." His outfit changes to his purple button-down and black slacks. "I unfortunately haven't done what I desired to, but even my worst drinking days, I still have bits of those memories left."

Henry moved and sat up straight, staring at William. "What are you saying?"

"I don't think I've met most of the kids in the animotronics. I can tell you the 9 I killed their names and faces, but...." He frowns and rubs his temples. "The others, I don't know who they were. I mean, I do now, we shared the museum for over a decade." He sighs, leaning back in the chair. "Henry, I don't have anything on them, not even a shattered piece of a broken memory."

"Will..."

"But I know that can't be right, there are so many kids Henry, and so many animotronics. The museum is huge." He sighs, covering his face. "I can't make sense of it. I'm a monster, I'm a child killer, ok we've got that, but I remember every kid. Even in the drunken haze, I can't wash that blood off my hands."

Henry reaches out and places his hand on his friends knee. "William, please relax." He frowns, not liking what the new implications are. "When was the last time you saw Clara?"

William flashed purple with that name but quickly relaxed and sighed. "Maybe a week before the springlocks went off. I really wanted to get away from her, I thought if I could just use the old suit, she would just leave me be. I was drunk, though, so I wasn't thinking straight. I just wanted to stop." He sighs. "I deserve that pain, the failure, the kids told me." He takes a breath. "The kids told me in the museum that I didn't. They said it hours for me to finally die. I don't think they like listening to my wheezing."

"William...."

Fresh blood was on William. His shirt looked like it had been through a shredder. "I remember dying, I remember my last breaths, I can feel the springs in my body. Jumping into you took away that dull ache, the constant reminder of what had happened. Henry, my body, my bones are still locked in place, still broken frozen in that suit. I-"

Henry cuts him off, pulling him into a hug. "William, that's enough. For better or worse, we're in this together now."

William holds onto Henry like he's his lifeline to everything. "I- I don't think I hurt the others." He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want Henry to let go.

Henry pulls away, keeping his hands on William's shoulders. "I don't think you did either."

William swallows, fighting against his entire being to not lean into Henry's touch. "You believe me?"

"Of course, my old friend." Henry, let's go and return to his seat.

William bites back a whine at the loss of touch. "Do you think..."

"Clara was the one to kill the others." Henry doesn't let William finish his thought.

"But why? And how? I wasn't there for her to use." William frowns. "I was her puppet." He stops. "I rather we discuss something else now."

Henry pauses and grabs William's hand. "Alright, fine, something else."

William holds on confused but follows his friend outside his office. "What are we doing?" He was still bloody, and Henry could see chains around his neck and arms.

"Well, we're in my head, and well, how about some old memories." He smiles, pulling William into his home, his mind. "I'm sure I can dig something up to brighten the mood."

William didn't look convinced but let himself be dragged to a door. He did recognize the door. He knew he replaced this door after they had an accident while the kids were at school, and that's why they never tested their animotronics at home again.

Henry pushed open the door to the memory.

Henry had baby Charlie on his hip while William was on the couch holding little baby Micheal. "I thought you said no work with the kids." Henry says, placing Charlie in the playpen.

William sighs. "Clara wanted a personal day, and that meant no Micheal in the home." Pure blue eyes stared up at William as he chewed on his father's shirt. "I don't think we can waste another day."

Henry chuckles. "You can put Micheal down, Willy. It's not like he is able to climb out of the pen yet, and he's only two months older than Charlie."

Henry watches his friend make no move to put his son down. "I can work perfectly fine like this. We are designing not building anything."

Henry smiles softly. When did William pout? He looked like a wonderful father. He blinks and shakes his head. "Ok, ideas, ideas." Henry mumbled, watching William lose focus as he tried to get Micheal's attention.

"You're a little minx, a little thief, a little cute fox." William smiles as Micheal giggles.

Charlie moved herself to her stomach and was content flailing her limbs. Henry knew better than to pick her up. She knew how to throw a tantrum from being bothered. He pauses, and a fox could be a good idea. "A thief fox?"

William hums. "Yes, he's my little heart thief, a little foxy thief."

Henry smiles, writing the note down, and a little design next to it. They weren't going to get much more than that done.

Henry shut the memory closed, looking back at William, whose outfit has changed to jeans and a purple shirt. "I thought you would like seeing Micheal that little again."

William smiles and nods, and he wipes his eyes. "You still remember that? How did we even get foxy from that? Thief to a pirate."

"I dunno it made sense to you." Henry smiles playfully, punching William.

"Yeah, yeah, it was just baby talk." He smiles. "Thanks, Henry."

Henry pauses. "It's odd, I've never been able to pick and review memories like this before, like they were pockets of time I could rewatch."

William sighs. "That may be my fault. When you're dead, your life, everything is laid out before you, emotions or whatever affected you at the time are washed away. You are left with your memories, not tarnished by opinions or emotions. Granted, I don't know what happens when you move on. The kids do, but they don't move on." He shrugs.

Henry pauses. "So I can go through anything?"

"Anything you can recall." William looked at Henry, who looked deep in thought.

"Hmmm, maybe..." Henry raises his hand, and the area shifts, and a door William didn't recognize was in front of them. "I didn't actually think that would work."

William blinks, looking at Henry. "What's this?"

Henry doesn't answer and opens the door. The smell of rain and the cold wind are felt through the memory.

Henry was running, covering his head with a folder. He stood out of the dreary scenery like a sore thumb. White button-up and suspenders tan pants that look like they were used for nothing but farm work. He ran under the roof of the building out of the rain. He knocked into someone.

William knew what this memory was. It was their first meeting.

"Excuse me, I'm lost." Henry sweeped back his wet hair from his face. "I'm looking for the entrance hall, I think I missed a turn."

"You missed your country." The taller brunette sighed.

Henry chuckles. "I'm Henry, and you are?" He holds out his hand.

"Not looking to get wet..." the man sighs. "You aren't lost. The doors aren't open yet."

"Oh great." Henry smiles again. "I got here on an exchange program for engineering. Say, how do you feel about robots?"

The taller man smirks, trying not to look interested. "I believe I'm here for the same program... William."

"Huh?"

"William, that's my name." The guy smiles it looks like he was really out of practice.

Henry grabbed his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, William. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about this place."

The man grimaced at the wet hand but sighed. "I suppose I could."

"Great." Henry smiles, and the door on the memory shut.

Henry chuckles. "I can't believe we both forgot that the orientation was pushed to the next day. How long did we spend out in the rain?"

"Long enough, we both got sick and almost missed our first day of classes. William sighs and smiles.

......

Jeremy was lying in Micheal's lap, staring at the mkrror above him. "Do we have any updates? All I have to report is that the music box is still playing."

Micheal shrugs, looking up at the mirror. " Kids are still quiet. Did you finally learn how to change clothes?"

William rolls his eyes. "Does this look like something I'll wear?"

Micheal snickers, covering Jeremy's mouth. "Don't translate, I know that look of annoyance anywhere."

Jeremy giggles.

Henry smiles. "I am on a mandatory leave from working."

"You broke into the pizza plex and went over the entire code with a fine tooth comb." William sighs.

"It's not breaking in if you're the one who made the locks." Henry waves his hand. "Besides, I'm salaried. My hours shouldn't count."

"That's not how the labor laws work, Mr. Emily." Jeremy hums. "And you're the owner technically, and the board thought you were working too much. It's only been a week."

Henry sinks into his spot on the couch. "I want to be prepared. None of us know what is coming or who this will be. All we know is that the kids hate them, and we know how hard it is to get all of those kids to agree on one thing."

"What have you been doing to pastor time?" Micheal says, giving a look to his father.

Henry hums. "Jen won't let me help her. The range has been closed due to a break in, I've been using my weights and going for a nice walk around the neighborhood. I do have a few small building projects I finished. I might start a few more."

"Maybe you should take this time to relax, Mr. Emily. I'm sure whoever is dying will take their time." Jeremy looks to Micheal then to William.

Micheal sighs. "You're as bad as father."

Henry chuckles. "Micheal, you haven't been resting enough either."

Micheal looks away. "I've had things on my mind."

.....

Micheal froze as he sat alone in the museum. The music box had stopped. Something moved from the display, and the lights went out one by one. Micheal held his flashlight and held his breath as he stepped forward.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he could feel eyes on him from all directions. He grits his teeth as his light clicks on, and he makes his way slowly towards Ballora.

A soft female voice makes Micheal drop his flashlight. "Oh Micheal, you came to visit me?"

Micheal stepped back, one two, and he was running. He ran till he was in the security office. He shoved himself under the desk and hugged his knees.

"Micheal, come on out. Mommy is looking for her son." Her voice claws at Micheal's ears as he shuts his eyes and covers his ears.

"Micheal, you know I hate playing this game. Come now, you don't want the table time again." Her voice keeps playing.

Micheal couldn't breathe. It was too much, he couldn't, he couldn't.

"Micheal, come out here. Your mom misses you. Why don't you listen to your mother? You're being a very bad boy, Micheal."

.....

Henry didn't even put on his glasses when he grabbed the rining phone from his bed. "This is Henry Emily." He yawns, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

A woman spoke on the line. It was the head of the morning security. "Mr. Emily, I know I was not to call unless it was an emergency."

Henry was fully awake as he sat up. "Is everyone ok?"

"The new night guard." She pauses. "Sir, there's blood, and you told me to call you before the police." She swallows. "I've followed the blood, and I found the night guard, his name is Micheal."

Henry swallows. "Vanessa, I want you to listen to me carefully." He hears a conformation on the other side of the line. "Block off the room till I get there. I'll take him."

There is a short pause. "Understood, sir, shall I tell anyone?"

"Let me handle it." He hangs up the phone. He can feel William in his office. He can't risk anymore time to get him out.

....

Henry looked like a mess. He fumbled with his own security card as he entered the building. He looked like a mess, his hair not properly brushed, his shirt wasn't tucked in, and he put on an old pair of blue jeans. There wasn't any effort to cover up or to look proper. He took a breath. "Vanessa, show to me to him."

His head guard nodded and guided Henry to the security office. "He is under the desk, careful sir there are puddles of blood."

"Thank you, Vanessa. I wasn't extra eyes on the Ballora exhibit, and I'll do matientice later today." Henry motions for her to leave as he enters the office, shutting the door behind him.

The smell of blood reached him first, then the sound of scratching, and finally, the sight of his nephew, he was scratching at his arms to the point they were bloody and ribbons of flesh were torn off next to him.

Henry swallowed, stepping forward. "Micheal?" He walked around the small puddles of blood. "Micheal, it's your uncle." The scratching stopped, and Micheal trained his eyes on Henry.

Micheal has crammed himself into a corner under the desk. His own fingernails were stained red along with his hands. Blood dripped from his chin. He was biting at his hands first.

Henry swallowed a scream when he stepped on a pile of fingers. He took a breath. "Micheal, can you come out? Do you need me to get you to a hospital?"

Micheal stared at Henry, eyes unfocused and glazed over.

Henry dials 911.

....

Henry hated hospitals, he hated the smell, he hated the lighting, and he hated what they meant to him. The chair was stiff and uncomfortable. The TV played a random drama of the week that he couldn't pay attention to. The smell of disinfectant and the murmur of machines. It made his skin itch.

The talk with the police was easy. The cost of the clean-up was pennies. The waiting, the waiting, the waiting alone. He felt as if he was back the day Charlie was killed. Back at the station body numb as he was asked to identify her body. William was still in his office. He didn't know. He didn't see. He didn't tell Jeremy, what kind of man was he?

A nurse tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you Micheal Afton's uncle?"

Henry nodded. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"You can come see Micheal now." The nurse helped him up, and Henry for the first time since William he wanted his cane.

It didn't get better when he saw Micheal. He had a leather mask around his mouth to prevent biting. His arms were wrapped in heavy, thick bandages, and his hands had thick leather mittens to prevent scratching as well.

"He's sedated. We couldn't get him to stop..." The nurse pauses. "This was an extreme stress response. We don't know what caused it, but his history can give us insight."

Henry nods, his voice quiet. "Can I stay?"

"The police will be back to ask more questions."

"I know." Henry pulls a chair next to Micheal's side. "You poor boy, I won't let anyone harm you ever again as long as I stand."

The nurse lingers for a moment before leaving the two alone.

.....

Jeremy hated hospitals. If he didn't need the 6 month checkups for his head injury, he wouldn't go. He hated the smell and the look from the doctors and nurses. He knew his scar was massive, and he knew that he stood out. He was well known to this hospital. Hell, the doctors still knew him on a first name basis.

The text from Henry didn't help his growing anxiety about the situation. "Uh, I'm here to see Micheal Afton, I'm his partner."

The nurse at the desk tapped away at her screen and pointed down the hall. "He's the 6th door down, his uncle is already inside." She didn't even look up from her chair.

Jeremy deflates and heads over. He nearly fainted when he saw Micheal. He didn't even notice grab him when he swayed.

"Easy kid, I don't think they will let you two share a room." Henry sighs.

Jeremy laughs, it's a bitter noise. "How?"

"The head of security found him." He frowns. "I called the police. He did this to himself. We don't know what triggered it. William doesn't even know yet."

Jeremy let's Henry bring him to a chair. "Do you think it's because..."

Henry frowns. "I can't ask the kids until tonight. I don't want to leave till Micheal wakes up."

Jeremy nods. "I will stay if he doesn't by tonight."

...

Micheal knew the sounds around him as he pulled himself from the haze of the medications he knew he was under. He cracked his eye open and groaned. His arms felt like that were on fire, and his hands felt like lead. He scanned the room he was in, and he felt the needles in his shoulders and saw the ivs.

"M-mask..." He groans.

Two men were by his side almost immediately.

"Micheal...." That voice that was Jeremy.

"Do you need the doctor?" That one was Henry.

Micheal frowns. "I-i." He chews his lip. "Dad?"

Henry frowns. "He doesn't know yet. He hasn't left his office."

Micheal felt like a child. He wanted his dad to comfort him. He wanted his dad to chase away the bad thoughts. He wanted his dad to protect him against his mom. He swallows. "I want dad." He sounded tired and weak. He wanted the father his siblings talked about. He wanted his father to hold him and tell him everything was ok.

Jeremy glanced at Henry and then back at Micheal. "Mr. Emily can get him."

Micheal tries to pull his arms closer and realizes they were strapped to the bed. He whimpers. "I let her back in my head." He sounds defeated.

Henry knew what that meant, and it made him feel as if he swallowed iron.

Micheal shut his eyes. "Uncle Henry, can you ask Father to come out?" He flounders, he sounded so small. "I'm sorry."

Henry shook his head. "I'll drag him out if I have to." He brushed the brown hair put of Micheal's face. "I'll get him...." He stops watching Micheal face relax, he fell back asleep.

Jeremy nods. "I'll tell the doctors."

...

Henry sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair. He didn't feel William, anywhere else, but his office, his own mind, not his. He sighs, shutting his eyes. Opening, he was in darkness, eyes adjusting to the decimation of his home, his mind. He swallows and traces his claws along the hallway.

Every step creaked, and broken glass laid beneath his feet. With each step, the crunch got louder. Broken sparks from lights hung overhead as he made his way to the light that escaped from his friends door. Placing a clawed hand on the door, the other he wedged in the crack, he growled and ripped the door open.

William grits his teeth and cries out as he feels the door ripped open. Henry stood at the entrance, a monster of his friend. He felt claws on his neck as Henry tightened his grip on the doorframe. "H-henry?"

Henry took a breath as he looked at William, black eyes stared into William. "Get out." Henry growls.

"W-what?" William steps back and yelps when Henry charges and grabs him. "Henry, what did I..." William can't finish his thought he isn't in his office. Claws weren't around his throat. A heartbeat hammered in his chest.

He gripped the handles of the seat he was in. He was breathing, he had a heartbeat, and he was in control. He didn't want to be in control. He cracked an eye open, the room was.... opening the other eye. This was a hospital room.

He saw Henry, he was dark, a clawed hand pointed to the bed. William's eyes followed the direction his friend pointed to and his breath caught in his throat. Henry's heart hammered in the body he was using.

Henry didn't say anything. William got up. His legs were shaking as he moved forward like he was teaching himself how to walk again. Legs heavy with gravity, he pushed himself to Micheal's side. He couldn't speak. It wouldn't be his voice.

William brushed the hair out of Micheal's face. He couldn't speak. Micheal's eyes opened, and Henry was back in his body. He gripped the railing, steadying himself. He felt empty, no, not empty, William was still there. He felt distance.

Micheals eyes trained on someone he never thought he would see. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he swallowed. "Father?" His voice is hoarse, and he weakly pulled at the restraints on his hands as he tried to reach for him.

William felt small. He could feel a whirlwind in his mind, too many emotions, to many feelings at once. He stared down at Micheal. He didn't know what he did he just needed to be here.

"Micheal." William smiled he could feel tears drip down his cheeks. "Micheal, my little fox, what happened?

A rush of emotions surrounded William like a hurricane. "Father, I'm sorry." Micheal whimpers. "I-i."

William stared at Micheal. "My little foxy boy, you have nothing to apologize for. You don't need to apologize. You're safe, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Micheal was crying. He couldn't help it. His father was saying everything that he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to hug him. A pain look flashed across his face as he could feel stitches pop from his movement as he struggled against the restraints. He blinked, and his father was gone, and Henry was staring at him. No, he was holding his head.

.....

Jeremy led the doctors in the room. "I think he popped his stitches." He watched a nurse assist Henry, whose purple eye was bleeding.

"I'm fine, help Micheal." Henry pushed the nurse away, rubbing his eyes. It felt as if his entire being was slammed into, like something crashed inside of him. He felt like throwing up and passing out in the same breath, and his head pound across his skull. He looked up and saw William again. He had vanished, but he was dry heaving and was shaking like a leaf.

"Are you ok?" The nurse asked again, offering a napkin to Henry.

Henry nodded and took the napkin. He didn't realize his eye was bleeding. "I am fine." He took a breath he didn't realize he was holding and felt full again. Did William jump to Micheal? Is that why he felt so empty? It didn't hurt when William entered his body before.

Micheal was awake and staring at the doctors, who quickly replaced his bandages and removed the restraints. "Thank you." He barely gets out, turning his head to his uncle.

Henry looks over, staring at Micheal. "Are you ok?"

Micheal shuts his eyes and sighs. "That's a loaded question." He gives a strangled laugh. "You're the one bleeding from the eye."

Henry frowns. "Micheal?" He turns his sight to William, who is paler than normal.

Dry heaving again, he gags. "Bloody.... fuck...." He flickers, and his clothes are jeans and a purple collar shirt. "Micheal is banned from the fucking hospital." William groans as he coughs.

Micheal seems to relax. "Uncle Henry." He looks at Jeremy. "Jeremy." He looks up at the ceiling. "I'm at the hospital. I'm ok, no, I'm recovering." He corrects.

Jeremy smiles and rushes over to his bedside. "I love you."

"I love you too." Micheal smiles softly. "I want this mask off."

"That can be arranged." Jeremy chuckles.

Henry blinks his eye isn't bleeding anymore. He pauses. "I think I might have your fingers still in my car."

"What?" William appeared next to Micheal, looking at his covered hands. "Did he lose his fingers?"

Micheal turns his his head to face Henry, and he laughs like the weight of the world was off his shoulders.

#william afton #immortal micheal afton #micheal afton #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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londonhalcyon · 2 years

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WIP It’s Wednesday???

Bullied tagged by @dumpsterhipster, and I’m counting @unoriginal2tall’s post as a tag for this week too. Tagging—really whoever wants to join at this point.

Because I’ve been in a state of “AAAAAHHH!!!” lately (you know the one?), my writing has been limited to plotting and jotting down the occasional random snippet. So, I have something new today: all my progress on a certain Skyrim fic. It’ll be a while before I complete the full thing (because, as always, The Mad Witch), but I’ve been getting my ideas down now. Introducing my West Weald-raised Last Dragonborn, Ivy, who is very much at her limit.

“This one says you are not Khajiit,” Khayla purred. “You are an Imperial wearing Khajiit fur.” The traders laughed, as they always did at jokes at Ivy’s expense, and she was forced to smile and laugh with them.

All of Skyrim seemed convinced they knew what Ivy was or wasn’t far better than she did. The Nords were convinced she was Khajiit, which was the only name the Hold Guards called her when they were in a good mood. Cat, when they were in a bad one. Rug, when they wanted to kill her. All synonymous with thief. But the Khajiit were convinced she was not Khajiit because she did not talk or act like one, so she must have been Imperial. But the Imperials laid no claim to her either. If they did, her fathers would have given her an Imperial name.

[Somehow we get past the intro.]

It had been raining for a week. Ivy enjoyed the rain. Loved it, even—when she was able to listen to it from beside a warm hearth in a nice inn. Not when she had to trek for hours on the road to Whiterun.

With each step by weary step, it made her fur heavy, as if she was wearing plate instead of leather, and her skin was uncomfortably damp where it had worked beneath her armor. She wasn’t convinced this weather wasn’t the work of Sheggorath, because when rain was all she could feel and smell and hear, she was this close to giving in to insanity. A pleasant pitter-patter of raindrops on a roof was relaxing, but this torrent that was running in her eyes and roaring in her ears had her in a state of paranoia. Visibility was so shite the smudgy trees could have been made of dragon bones and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her hand hadn’t left the hilt of her sword for two hours—ever since she had walked right into a smudgy wolf that had been as startled as she was. The bite it had given her arm wouldn’t kill her, but it had pissed her off.

The longer she walked, cold and drenched and on the verge of tears, the more she wanted to shout her rage at the sky. She had, repeatedly, but her wimpy Thu’um had failed to clear the clouds for more than a few minutes at a time, leaving her even more angry than before, with extra exhaustion to boot. And gods fucking dammit why hadn’t she taken a horse?

[A rage-fueled walk later, Ivy makes it to Whiterun.]

Ivy wanted nothing more than to sit down with a hot meal by the fire, but she knew before she even opened the door to the Bannered Mare she wouldn’t be allowed to rest that easily. When she stepped into the delightfully warm inn, water dripping off her whiskers, Hulda looked seconds away from launching herself over the counter to chase her back out with a broom. “No, absolutely not,” the proprietor scolded, a stern finger raised toward the corridor. “If you plan to stay, you take a bath. I still haven’t got the smell out of the blankets from last time.”

Barely restraining herself from whining like a cub, Ivy pulled her pouch of gold from her bag. She knew she stank. A wet Khajiit smelled only slightly worse than a wet Nord and only slightly better than a wet troll. It was the fur, and hers was the thickest it had been since coming to Skyrim. Lately, bandits’ threats to turn her into a rug had begun to sound less like intimidation and more like genuine interest.

She placed extra Septims on the counter, in addition to the usual room fee. “If I may have some stew as soon as I get out.”

“Don’t leave the fire till you’re dry and that may be arranged,” Hulda agreed.

[Ivy takes a bath and returns. For simplicity’s sake, there’s one in the inn.]

Ivy thanked her as Hulda placed a wooden bowl in her hands. Having spent the whole bath feeling sheepish, she said, “I can pay for new blankets.”

Hulda squeezed her shoulder, in a much better mood now that a filthy cat wasn’t making a mess of her establishment. “Don’t let it trouble you, dear. I have plenty more. Between you and me, you don’t want to know half the things guests have done with the blankets in that room.” Then Ivy was distressed about something else entirely.

#wip wednesday #skyrim #tes #skyrim fanfic

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riofann · 2 years

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Bird problems

You guys there’s a bird that cascaded down my chimney and out the fireplace this past Saturday(I’m assuming for the first time cuz it was the first time for me to see this) . It flew into a room and I opened the front door started cleaning cuz I needed to anyway hoping it’s gonna follow the wind. So I go into the room it flew into bang around don’t see it. So I closed the front door thinking it’s gone I walk into the next room guess who’s by my foot?! So I jump around cuz it’s flapping it’s wings I can’t even get the door open properly because now it’s chasing me around the house! Eventually I open the door and just leave that area and continue to clean. So as the sun was beginning to set I went banging around didn’t hear anything, so I thought okay it’s gone. Sunday comes I run to Lowes to get an animal mesh something so this doesn’t happen again! Come back fumble with the mesh and command strips all is good, it’s tight enough it shouldn’t get through.

So Sunday passes nothing, Monday nothing, this Tuesday, yesterday guess who comes flapping around the fucking corner.

And it’s coming from a room I visited earlier in the day! I look at the wire mesh I’m seeing small feathers so I’m like okay did you get through?! Or were you in hiding?! I had left the house briefly for an appt. So I decide this time I’m going to open the back door and the front let it choose its exit. Everything is open concept can’t trap it in a room. I text my friends they suggest when it’s flying towards you run out the door. I tried that, little shit hit a U-turn and returns to the same fucking room it flew into initially. So I’m like okay let me clean up! I can’t focus on work I abandoned my work laptop all together (they would have to get in touch with me via postal mail at this point, because the laptop was in the one of the rooms it was ping ponging through)

The thing about this bird it doesn’t CHIRP/ MAKE A SOUND! Just flaps its wings! So I can’t locate it if I wanted to trap it, because all I hear are fucking wings, flapping through the air!! Scary ass sound! Had it chirped or tweeted I probably wouldn’t be scared shitless, but it DOESN’T. So I hear it flapping around I runaway I can’t deal. Air is flowing through the house from both doors so eventually it leaves. I don’t know when all I know it wasn’t in the house when I had someone come and look early evening around 5/6PM.

Now picture this I’m banging on everything looking like a crazy bitch, broom in hand I’m banging on top of kitchen cabinets, fridge, I’m getting under the couches, on top of the china cabinet all of that! Because fucker you ain’t staying in this house terrorizing me!!! The guy that came to check it out said hey let’s put boxes in front of the fireplace until you get a screen for the top of the chimney. Perfect I fill in some spaces with Styrofoam from the box my work laptop came in. I go banging around one last time before I retreat to my room. Silence, nothing, my body is starting to calm down.

I’m traumatized at this point because the thing chased me around the house 2x!!! So this morning I’m still shaken! I have to get some stuff from the living room but I stay in my room till afternoon! I do the same thing I did the night prior grabbed the broom and went banging around just in case.

As soon as late afternoon hits TODAY! The HORROR sounds of WINGS FLAPPING coming down the CHIMNEY!

So I hop up off the couch, abandon work again, and grab the first thing I can and start banging on the box! I’m screaming, I’m making noise. Not today not tomorrow I can’t do this with you birdie! I get some more Styrofoam reinforce the spaces between the box and the rock fireplace (it’s not a flat surface) so I’m banging around trying to scare it thinking okay you can’t get in anywhere so you should just fly on up this chimney and GTFO!

The little shit hasn’t left!

I have declared psychological warfare! I turned on YouTube and I am playing 48 hours of scary bird sounds! The next is a weird sound that irritates birds.

In between all this I’m texting my mother what does she suggest?! Feed the bird! Give it some water! She loves birds! I’m like you aren’t getting chased around this house lady! I have calls to lead and attend how do you want me to do that with a bird that doesn’t chirp but it’s wings sound supersonic flying around the house?!

And yes I have looked for a nest I’ve swept beneath and on top of all surfaces there’s nothing that I found.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. My theory is that it’s a baby bird but still like no adult bird came looking for it. I don’t hate birds I actually like them, from a distance! Emphasis on a distance. But this bird it’s just eerie it when it gets in it refuses to leave one particular room/space. I can’t coax it out so the best thing I can think of is to make it inhabitable in the fireplace and inaccessible to my home.

Do any of you bird lovers/watchers know what type of bird it could be? Or why it doesn’t chirp? Its a black bird with some white feathers, it’s not big like crows/ravens, just a small little black bird. I’m located in the south east of USA.

Edit: A butterfly flew towards me and I about came out my skin. Soooooo I’m gonna need some time to recover mentally lol this damn bird.

#bird proofing #bird problems #wildbirds #birds #garden birds #mute birds #bird expert #birdlovers #bird lovers #bird people #usa birds #american birds #bird watching #bird watcher

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daily-thoughts96 · 1 year

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A lot of people don't understand why I don't give the people that screwed me over another chance. Here's why. They disrespected me. All they wanted to do was tear me down. Make me believe lies instead of the truth. I prefer truth over a lie. When I cut people off, it's because they disrespected me, or even disrespected someone I love very dearly to my heart. These are the things people have done to me to hurt me, and disrespect me in different ways.

My biological mother: Cut her off because her narcissism was getting in the way of being myself and growing as a person. She also blamed everyone else but herself. Most importantly, she talked down on my husband, then proceeded to take jabs at my little sister, which frankly, will never sit right with me. Also, she abused my two younger siblings and blamed me when CPS was called on her, and now her kids are taken away.

My aunt(adopted mother): She passed away in 2019 right before her birthday. Which is not why she was cut off. She also was a narcissist, but only to me. She emotionally and sometimes got physically abusive to me. She locked me in a half bath, and chased me around a kitchen island with a broom. She also made me feel like when my grandma passed that I was a waste of time because I didn't cry in front of her. Flight or fight reaction, which I didn't learn till later that's what I did. But she passed and my sister suffered. I had nothing against that. But I had no contact for years because she still didn't accept me, and tried breaking my husband and I up.

Father(adopted dad): Called my sister horrible things, which makes me think he did the same.

Step mother: She's behind the horrible things but at this point I'm done with the crap lies. She's delusional at this point, and brings back to my bio mom being narcissistic and controlling in every way.

My oldest sister in law: She has treated me like an idiot since the day I met her. She attacked me after the fact of something her brother(my husband) made a decision. She talked to him, but proceeded to berate me and make me the bad guy. And also said I wasn't apart of the family even though I was married to her brother.

My second oldest sister in law: Pretty much chose the oldest sister side and just didn't give my husband a chance to say a thing about it.

Exfriend: tried breaking me up with my husband(fiance at the time) at my best friend's wedding. She was jealous of my relationship and who I was with. Probably because I found happiness.

These are things that disrespected me in one way or another. I grew from each of these experiences and continue to grow and learn. My healing journey is big and whether people understand it or not, I'm putting myself, my husband, and my little family first before anyone takes me down with it.

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bigshotautos · 2 years

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i hear they got out on good behavior.

#deltarune #spamvil #jevil #spamton #spamton g spamton #ok character tags out of the way time to be insane #i like to think kris sets jevil and spamton loose on castle town ecosystem as long as they don't kill anyone. jevil is complying.#lancer probably also came to like jevil in the time he met them in the inventory and itd be funny if he issued a blanket pardon #without actually knowing what jevil did #anyway this addison here didnt know that the disgraced cyber city superstar dates only off of card kingdom's most wanted list #theyre banned from the cafe now but its okay they wait by the dumpster like animals for the day old pastries #till they get chased off with a broom #card castle darkners would have a much bigger problem with jevil than cyber city darkners would have with spamton is all im sayin!#oh yeah sorry this post is long as hell also #its my first time making a comic longer than five panels and im still learning #sequential art is the devil and im weak to its siren call #my art

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thegreenparis · 3 years

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La squadra in a horror movie

Im a big fan of horror movies so I decided to give hc’s on what popular trait and survival/death rate they would have if they are in a horror movie!

Risotto

-The quiet one who probably knows something is up and doesn’t reveal a huge thing till the near end of the movie

-Is suspected first as a killer cause of his looks

-Investigates areas but is cautious and always brings a weapon

-Somehow finds all the weapons in areas to defend himself and the others

-The strong person who ends up having a fight scene with the antagonist (it’s a 50/50 if he will win. If its in the middle of the movie he’s screwed but if its near the end of the movie he probably survives)

-Actually thinks rationally and carefully

-Survival rate: 75% He’s pretty strong and he is a good leader so he can make sure people survive. However the 25% is that he either fights with the killer in the middle of the movie or he gets killed off for nearly solving the mystery behind stuff.

Formaggio

-The funny comic relief dude who probably thinks it’s all a prank before they find a dead body.

-Isn’t likely to be first killed but definitely dies in a movie depending on his luck.

-If he sees the killer anywhere near him he just runs away. He doesn’t care if he breaks a window,door or set up a trap in the house he is running away faster than mf sonic.

-Probably got injured while running and either gets his wounds treated or the killer catches up to him and ends him

-Would climb up on a building to hide (even tho he would climb on a tree)

-Carries a small shit weapon like a broom because we all know broom beats knife

-Somehow even after being in the killers grasp he tries to play it cool to escape (it doesn’t work)

-Survival rate: 40%. He has a high chance of dying due to the comic relief type and the “it’s a prank” type. However due to his high agility he can maybe escape the killer.

Illuso

-Okay he is that prick nobody likes but gets better in the movie

-Definitely had a scene where he tried to knock the killer out to buy more time

-Is pretty tall so he can’t hide anywhere

-Is also likely to be an accomplice killer for many reasons like money and blackmail

-He’s alone the entire movie which is anxiety inducing. He never partners up with anyone.

-The killer does catch up to him and Illuso tries to hide but his height betrayed him as he probably was killed upstairs in a house and then thrown outside (which alarmed the others)

-Don’t tell me he wouldn’t push someone to their death in order to escape.

-Survival rate: 65% He is pretty okay in movies but pricks always take the bait and considering his height he can well- Die. Plus if he’s an accomplice he obviously dies.

Prosciutto

-The detective. Probably knows something is up at first.

-Would sacrifice himself for anyone to escape and run away.

-Okay yeah he carries a gun the entire movie but somehow couldn’t kill the killer

-Investigates strange noises like an idiot

-Seems like the person who would back away when they have fallen instead of getting up and running away from his killer

-Okay yeah he definitely got tied up before dying

-Was probably dragged into a mess he doesn’t want to be in

-Survival rate: 20%. This man cannot survive despite being the detective and carrying a weapon. He can play hero all he wants but he def dying.

Pesci

-The only one with common sense to not do stupid shit that would end up with them getting killed

-Final boy/girl type. He is probably the only survivor left if the rest was killed and he would lose his fucking mind and survive for them

-Somehow survives due to the others helping him constantly

-Always sticks with someone else despite them just sacrificing themselves for him

-Gains confidence throughout the movie and probably ends up killing the killer with someone else.

-If the killer probably kills him he would be chased until he broke his leg or something. Just beaten until he couldn’t move and then killed afterwards

-Is good at hiding

-Survival rate: 95% He’s pretty smart In horror movies (despite never seeing one)

Melone

-Alright this dude can hack any camera or phone or whatever so basically he is the one with great technology knowledge.

-Also the healer cuz of his smartness with biology

-Probably was the reason a killer was coming to kill him and the gang

-Oh he definitely died first alright. If they are the problem they are in the first three to die.

-Okay ngl I feel like he would walk into a trap and die

-No the have sex and die trope does not exist for him.

-Survival rate: 10%. Man can survive if he just uses technology and medical shit when he doesn’t die first,second or third. But it’s a low chance he would ever outrun a killer.

Ghiaccio

-Kinda tricky. He’s like the hotheaded motherfucker who challenges the killer to a dual

-Seems the person to taunt the killer and wind up dead.

-Okay his screams are LOUD. If he screams then you know where the killer is at

-Just grabs anything near him for self defense

-If he escapes the killer he goes to his car to escape but oh no no no. The car either won’t start up or the killer had his car keys and just like as if the killer was ghostface,they tap on the glass revealing his car keys and he knows he’s done for. So yeah it’s the cars fault not him.

-Dies outside the base definitely.

-His glasses probably broke as well so yeah another clue for a dead body!!!

-Survival rate: 15%. He’d be so focused on escaping he accidentally dies like an idiot.

Sorbet:

-Big reveal time he is the killer but what if he was a victim instead.

-Killer chasing him? He pulls out so many weapons that he chases after the killer (unless he’s the killer don’t test him)

-Survives until the very end to just die.

-Is the type of character to give great plot twists and caries the whole movie

-Goes into dark rooms as if he isn’t a pussy

-Okay now back to killer sorbet. He definitely has all the great creative kills instead of just a knife in the stomach. Like deadass he pushes one of the gang members onto a spiked fence.

-Mhm chainsaw lover

-Survival rate: 90% as a victim/survivor. Very strong and can and will survive if there wasn’t a plot twist or the killer is stronger than him. As a killer it depends cause well- Most killers get a sequel and some just die immediately. But I’ll give him a solid 70%

Gelato:

-One of the accomplice murderers from Sorbet. But as a victim,he just turns against everyone.

-Imagine being one of the victims and you suddenly attack the others to make sure that they would stop killing but it only makes you suspicious. Yeah that’s Gelato.

-Has good hiding places tbh

-Lights off. No matter what. Nobody is in the bathroom trust me killer.

-When he dies he probably has a brutal death

-Now Killerlato aka Killer Gelato. He also has creative ways like suffocating someone with a sleeping bag and banging them against the wall in case of struggle

-Probably made sure any escape route wasn’t possible like cars,motorcycles,phones etc.

-Despite being an accomplice he definitely fucking dies.

-Survival rate: 10%. Sorry he cannot survive.

That’s all for now 🐊

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drowsy-writer · 3 years

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Snadgers and Casts — regulus black x reader

Summary: After a mishap during Quidditch practice, Regulus is sent to the hospital wing. Good thing Reader's there to cheer him up.

Warning: nothing except for tooth rotting fluff

Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff and goes by she/her pronouns. Also for those who haven’t seen gravity falls, there’s a picture of a snadger at the end :) thanks for reading!

Everyone knows how violent Quidditch can get. Some people fell and broke a few bones, others got their jaws shattered by a Bludger, and an unlucky few met their untimely ends whilst chasing the Snitch; all in all, Quidditch was not a sport for the faint hearted. And Regulus Black was far from faint hearted. But invincible? He was not.

Laying in one of the beds within the Hospital Wing, Regulus fiddled with the bandages littering his fingers as he waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back from her daily rounds. Quidditch practice that day had gone on like usual until one of the newer players, whose name Regulus ought to know but forgot, miscalculated a hit on a Bludger and sent it barreling towards Regulus. The hit itself wasn’t too painful but the impact was powerful enough to knock Regulus off his broom and hit the ground with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Now, sitting with an obnoxiously large cast on his right leg and bandages lining both his fingers and face, Regulus sat in his bed with a deep frown.

“Any higher,” Madam Pomfrey had said whilst putting on the cast,” and you’d have much more to worry about than a broken bone.”

Regulus huffed as he tried to move his foot around, only succeeding in wiggling the toes that were peeking out from underneath the cast. He supposed it could’ve been worse, like diving head first into the stands or slamming into a wall, and had half heartedly agreed to Madam Pomfrey to ‘take it easy’ the next couple of days. Regulus chuckled to himself. As if he was one to take anything easy.

“You look like shit,” a voice said. Regulus looked up and despite his best efforts to maintain his signature scowl, the corners of his lips jutted upwards as his friend since 2nd year walked towards him,“must’ve been quite the fall, eh? How’d it feel?”

“What kind of question is that?” Regulus furrowed his brows in amusement as he saw [Y/N] drop her bag into the chair next to her and plop herself down on the edge of the bed,” you know you can use the chair to sit, right? It’s not a coat hanger.”

“Oh, I know,” the Hufflepuff smiled as she leaned back and ran a hand over the cast,” just that I want’ta get a closer look, is all. Heard McLaughlin was the one that made ya fall. Cute kid but an utter clutz I hear.”

“Has terrible aim, too.”

“You’re telling me,” [Y/N] giggled. She looked back at Regulus and the smile that danced on her lips grew wider. Regulus straightened his back and subconsciously swallowed an invisible gulp of air.

“[L/N]?,” Regulus’s voice wavered,” what are you planning?”

“Nothing. Why’d you ask? Something on my face?” [Y/N] smiled again and, jumping up from the edge of the bed, rummaged through her bag until she pulled out a thick, black sharpie. Regulus’s eyes shot up and his back, despite the frigid air of the hospital wing, began to sweat.

“Don’t you write anything stupid on me, [Y/N].”

“I’m not writing on you, Reg. I’m writing on your cast.”

“It’s still on me, though.”

“Potato, tomato. There’s a difference.”

‘That’s not how it—,” Regulus sighed as he slumped further into the mattress, watching as [Y/N] shuffled over to his foot with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes,”—just don’t write anything stupid, please.”

“You already said that,” [Y/N] said as she began to doodle. The sound of marker on fiberglass stung Regulus’s ears and he recoiled slightly, jerking his leg away from [Y/N],” hey! Stop moving! You’re gonna mess it up.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Regulus mumbled. As the room fell silent, Regulus watched as [Y/N] continued to draw on his leg. A soft smile played on his features as he watched [Y/N]’s face contort in concentration, tongue stuck out in deep thought. He felt a familiar warmth blossom in his chest and slowly creep up to his cheeks. As his face reddened, Regulus quickly looked away and found that the small scratches on the bedside table were far more interesting than whatever his friend was doing.

Sparing a glance towards [Y/N], Regulus saw her smile once again and stand up triumphantly.

“Take a looksie, Reg.”

Shifting his foot around so he can see, Regulus couldn’t help but hold back a quiet laugh.

“Is that supposed to be a snake? What’s wrong with its head?”

“No. It’s a Snadger,” [Y/N] pointed at the crude drawing and circled her finger around what appeared to be a head of a badger placed on the body of a snake,” y’know? Like a snake and a badger?”

“Sure. But why’s it look angry?”

“It’s not angry! It’s smiling. Can’t you see the teeth?” Regulus’s smile grew wider as he watched [Y/N]’s cheeks turn red in frustration. Combing a hand through his ebony locks, Regulus looked back down at the drawing and laughed once again. [Y/N]’s face turned a shade darker as the Slytherin continued to laugh,” what’s so funny? At least I can draw.”

“No, it’s just that—,” Regulus took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back at [Y/N], watching as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other,”—thank you, [Y/N]. I needed a laugh.”

“Course you do. You’re always so uptight about everything,” [Y/N] said. She threw the marker on to the chair and plopped herself down on the bed next to Regulus, ”bet if I shoved a coal up your ass, there’d be a diamond in a week.”

“Very funny, [Y/N],” Regulus sighed as he glanced down at his bandaged fingers and picked at one of the loose Band-Aids. A [S/C] hand stopped Regulus from picking it any further and caused his gaze to flutter upwards. With a lopsided grin, [Y/N] laughed as she intertwined her fingers with Regulus’s. He raised a brow,” what are you planning now?”

“Nothing,” [Y/N] leaned closer to Regulus and the Slytherin swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Eyes drifting from [Y/N]’s gaze to her mouth, Regulus felt his own mouth get dry as the Hufflepuff whispered in his ear,” just can’t wait till you read what’s on the other side.”

“What?” Regulus’s face paled.

[Y/N] let go of Regulus’s hand as she jumped off the bed and threw her bag over her shoulder.

“See you tomorrow in class, Reggie,” [Y/N] smiled as she spun around and began to walk towards the Hospital Wing’s doors. Regulus quickly sat up and leaned over, a mix of panic and confusion drenching his features.

“What did you do, [Y/N]?! What did you write? I told you if you wrote anything stupid—!”

“Oh, calm down, Black!” [Y/N] called from the door,” it’s nothing too ludicrous! Well I mean—all that matters is that it’s funny! Don’t worry about it! Everyone’ll get a kick out of it!”

“Merlin, what did she—?” Regulus tried and failed to raise his leg,” [Y/N]? [Y/N]! Hey! Get back here! Tell me what you wrote! [Y/N]!”

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here’s a Snadger :) and yes, reader wrote the snadger and drew hearts around it as well

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagines #reader insert #hufflepuff #slytherin #slytherpuff #fluff

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kirislut · 3 years

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cleaning with you

a/n: i cleaned the house yesterday and couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like is sakusa was helping hehe, also i’ll be honest i based y/n’s personality off of me oops, and sakusa is a little bit out of character? he’s just more softer that’s all oops and special thanks to @icejins and @peach-pops for looking this over hehe. sakusa maid art here

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none!

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the ring of the doorbell had you running downstairs. when you got to the door you stood there for a moment; you were not expecting anyone so who could it be? you unlocked the door and pulled it back just enough so you could peek through first. you were surprised to see who was on the other side. “sakusa?”

you swung the door open to see the black, curly-haired male at your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”. sakusa gave you a blank stare as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as to why he was there. “i’m here to help.”

“help with what?” again, you received the same stare. “with cleaning.” sakusa stepped past you and headed inside. as he took off his shoes and put on the house slippers, you shut the door and locked it, though you were still confused. “how did you know i was going to be cleaning?”

“atsumu told me. since you couldn’t hang out with us, i figured i might as well still visit and help.” the male stood up and faced you, his white mask hiding the faint blush on his cheeks. he still couldn’t believe he decided to go over to your house, by himself. when no one else was there as well, not even your parents. he was nervous, it was his first time being alone at your house. “you’re not trying to get into my pants are you?”

“WHAT NO!!” sakusa whipped around to face you, his eyebrows knitted together in shock and slight disgust. he would never do something like that, and if anything, he was kinda excited to clean. there was something grossly satisfying to it. you just laughed at his reaction, “ok ok, don’t make it sound that bad. don’t knock it till you try it.” you finished your statement with a wink, making the male blush behind his mask.

sadly for you, you couldn’t see it because of his mask, but you assumed he was flustered from what of his face you did see. you decided not to comment on it and led him into the house, “are you really ok with helping me clean?” sakusa hummed in acceptance. usually, you’d try to refuse, but you knew it would just be a losing battle.

“if you could put the dishes away and load the dishwasher, that would be really helpful.” sakusa nodded and headed to the kitchen as you would over to your speaker. you plugged your phone in and started to play some music. you grabbed the broom and began to sweep up the dog hair and whatever else was on the floor. sakusa went to the kitchen and started to unload the dishwasher, putting the clean dishes away. he made sure to put on the rubber gloves on the counter before, to be clean, of course.

you hummed along to the music, swaying with the broomstick as you swept up everything. one of your favorite songs came on which caused you to gasp. you pulled the broom close to you then started to dance around the floor with it. sakusa heard the commotion and glanced over, seeing you gliding around with the broom and singing as well. he couldn’t help but smile just slightly. it was just a little bit cute.

you caught sakusa’s stare and grinned at him, “wanna dance with me instead?” his eyes widened from the surprise of being caught, he quickly looked down back at the dishes. you just chuckled and went back to sweeping, grabbing the dustpan, and collecting all the hair and such. you dumped it into the trash then grabbed a bucket and mop to start mopping.

sakusa finally finished up putting everything away and loading the dishwasher. he pulled the gloves off, washed his hands, then decided to take off his mask as well. he felt comfortable enough to have it off now, the place was currently being cleaned anyways. “what else could i do?”

“you already helped enough sakusa! i just need to do one more thing after this, then i’ll be done.” sakusa pouted his lips out, squinting at you since he guessed you purposely didn’t say what you needed to do so that he couldn’t do it. he glanced around the space, trying to figure out what else needed to be done. everything looked neat and put away. he guessed you already did a lot before he came over.

on a closer look he saw some dust collecting, he guessed it was the last thing that needed to be done. sakusa looked around for a duster, and after finding one under the kitchen sink he went to work dusting. you spotted him dusting and pouted since he figured it out, “sakusaaaaaaa, please you’ve already done so much i feel bad.” the whine just made the male shake his head. he didn’t bother to turn around so he didn’t see you approaching him.

you leaned up to him and pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, catching sakusa completely off guard. he turned to you, a bright blush staining his cheeks as he stared down at you in shock. so while he was distracted you snatched the duster out from his hands and dashed off, “(l/n)!”

sakusa crossed his arms over his chest as he just glared at you, not wanting to chase down after you. “come on (l/n), just cut to the chase and give the duster back.” you once again pouted, hoping to be able to have a little bit of fun with him. “i still feel bad about having you do so much, let me treat you to some snacks after,” sakusa tapped his elbow as he thought it over.

“fine, now give it back,” you walked over and handed the duster back, then finally went back to mopping. you both finished up a little while later and left to head to the nearby convenience store. when you walked you immediately grabbed sakusa’s hand and dragged him off to the ice cream section. for what felt like the millionth time that day, you had sakusa blushing again. especially since you didn’t let go until you went to grab the ice cream and you wanted.

when sakusa picked out his, you paid for them both then started to walk back to your house. you walked together in happy silence, eating your frozen snacks, “thanks again, i really appreciate it kiyoomi.” sakusa glanced at you, surprised to hear you say his first name. however, he couldn’t help but smile when you said, “it’s fine (y/n).”

just like sakusa, you smiled at the mention of your first name. “really? maybe i should hire you as my maid then~” sakusa rolled his eyes at the suggestion, “no because you’d only pay me with snacks.” you laughed at his rebuttal because he was kinda right, it sounded like something you would do.

“but if you need help cleaning again i wouldn’t mind really, it’s fun cleaning with you.” he glanced over at you, glad to see you were smiling and blushing from his compliment. he was glad to not be the only flustered one. “well i guess i’ll be looking forward to cleaning from now on,” you grinned at the idea. from now on it wouldn’t be a chore. instead, it was something fun and enjoyable for you and the boy you were interested in.

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karlyanalora · 3 years

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Old Man Willis

Do you ever stop to think how Old Man Willis died? I’ll tell you how it happened; it was from stubbornness and pride. For Old Man Willis was a tight-fisted man, who hoarded his gold every way you can. He wouldn’t pay for heat and he wouldn’t pay for cooling. His garden was black because he wouldn’t pay to water the grass.

A pretty young witch lived down the road, a little girl with a pet toad. She loved Old Man Willis and made him dinners. He didn’t chase her off because food didn’t come cheaper than free, but he never told her thank you. He wouldn’t even open the door. But she always greeted him with a smile at the store.

One day the little witch’s baby brother got sick and daddy didn’t know what to do. Mommy was dead and even on broomstick Aunt Bertha wouldn’t arrive in time. Our little witch, Patience was her name, gazed forlornly out her window pane. And what did she spy? The plants and nettles to save the baby’s life in Old Man Willis’ garden.

She begged and she plead and she cried. “Don’t you know my baby brother will die?” But Old Man Willis smelled money and he wouldn’t let Patience into the garden.

“Well, dear, what’s the price of a life?” he asked with a sneer, pretending to smile.

So Patience broke open her piggy bank and sold all her toys and all her pretty things that brought her joy. She knocked on the door and held out her fist. “Mr. Willis, take this.”

He counted her money, all fifteen dollars and thirty-four cents in nickels and dimes, and he found it lacking. “Not nearly enough, dear, but I’ll take it for the nuisance of your knocking.” He closed the door and Patience could hear it locking.

Now Patience was a good girl, always done the right thing, but sometimes that requires some trespassing. She hopped the fence, with her toad standing watch, and gathered what she needed.

She’d plucked the last nettle with her bare little hands when her toad croaked in warning. She flew down the road on the back of her broom, but not before Willis had squashed her brave little toad.

Aunt Bertha arrived the next morning to a scene of rejoicing. The baby would live thanks to Patience’s healing.

Aunt Bertha hugged her dear niece and said “I’ll take it from here.” She paused and cocked her head and said, “Dear, what’s with the tear?”

And so Patience spoke of all she had lost and all she had suffered, for she was a very honest little girl. Aunt Bertha grew redder and redder till her ears blew steam like a kettle.

Now the rage of a witch is a terrible thing. When angry their known to be incredibly mean. But Patience, it was clear, held the old man dear. So Aunt Bertha cooked up a terrible plot in her big black pot.

Old Man Willis woke with his head stuffy and his nose leaking green. His throat was hurting something obscene. Patience saw him hacking and brought him her sandwich.

“My Aunt Bertha says she’ll make you better for fifteen dollars and thirty-four cents.”

He waved her off. “It’s only a cold, now get lost, you little snitch.”

By dinner, the man had started to itch.

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Fifteen days and thirty-four minutes Willis suffered. So much so Bertha regretted her spell. But the magic was cast and it would not lift until Willis relinquished fifteen dollars and thirty-four cents.

When Willis awoke to purple polka dots he suspected witchcraft. When he broke his left femur, Bertha confirmed it. By day thirteen he wrote on his will concerning his things “burn it.”

Willis knew the terms and conditions, how to end his misery, but refused to believe it. “This will teach you to bully me!” he yelled. “I won’t part with a penny, I’ll do fine on my own. After all, it’s only a cold.”

When he died you’d have thought they were burying a mummy.

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Learn a thing or two from Old Man Willis. Misery is bred with greed. Never turn down a child in need. Pride comes before the fall, and above all, beware the ire of witches.

#whumptober2021 #no.8 #Definitely just a cold #OC #fic #death #sickness #animal death #witches #good witches #my writing #original something

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Yugioh Season Zero: The Yo-yo Crimes of Jounouchi Pt 2

OK, last we left off, we were in a different Youtube video. This one I grabbed off of 2 different videos (you’ll see their watermark in the corner change) and it makes me appreciate the quality that our other episodes have been, honestly. A little bit of compression going on in these, just to give you even more of that nostalgic feel of watching a bootleg anime from the 90′s your brother got from his weird high school friend’s Napster account.

Because this is done with subtitles on, it takes more caps to cover it. Part of why I rewrite the dialogue in these recaps is to help abridge stuff, and so consider yourself warned...there’s a lot of caps in this one. For most of you, that’s probably not much of a problem. But I’m just letting you know because...I sure wasn’t expecting it to be over 40 caps for half an episode, and I’ll probably just type less to make up for that. (Tumblr keeps Erasing All My Words anyway, so this is for the best, but that’s a tech issue I already went into in another post.)

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So, to start off, Yugioh and co. walk up to a bar like a really weird version of a bar joke and are like “do you know where we can find the yo-yo gang?” And, much like a video game npc, the bartender was like “I know EXACTLY what you’re talking about, and I heard every part of their intimate conversation. Let me give you all the details, children.”

Hey, PS, there’s an entire Wikipedia entry about the bar joke. And that is wild. Apparently the first bar joke was from Ancient Sumeria, and Wikipedia was like “Here is the Sumerian joke, but we Do Not Get it. Please don’t try to get it.”

The joke being: "A dog walked into a tavern and said, 'I can't see a thing. I'll open this one'."

Damn. I can’t believe the Sumerians were onto meme humor before we ever invented memes. They were in the Galaxy brain over there in the land before time, holy crap. Depositing their memes knowing that 7,000 years later mankind would look at the world’s first joke and be like “I don’t get it!” while all the millennials and zoomers with our MB of nonsense memes on our phones are like “No. I get it.” Good on you Sumerians, that is freakin the best joke ever made. 7000 years to get to the punch line of confusing the hell out of all us. Bless.

They promptly tell Miho that everything was resolved and that she should go to bed and she was like “Cool!” and exited stage left. Bye, I guess. Anzu also went home, but she didn’t have to be tricked into doing it, she just went the hell to bed.

(PS, I just realized that if I want to write less...I should probably not look up Wikipedia articles about the world’s first ever bar joke. But y’all, habits die so freakin hard, and I just feel like it’s very pertinent to this Yugioh recap, although I know it’s really not.)

Yuugi and Honda decide to visit the warehouse and harass Jounouchi. In the context of the show, they’re going out of their way to pull their best friend out of society’s systemic downward pull of a life of crime and most likely turning into exactly like his Father. But, the way that it’s storyboarded makes it look a lot like these kids just show up out of the corner and this gang was like “Damn it, again? OMG small children, please leave us alone!”

Honda hands over the symbolism sash, to which Jounouchi symbolically says “Nyeh.”

And Honda didn’t take it very well.

After tending to his kidneys for a little while, Honda decided to go back at it again at the Krispy Cream and do some sort of insane parkour over this completely ordinary fence.

Ah, the very first instance of real duel law where you duel over a relationship. In later seasons duel law is invoked for things like Mai’s marriage and the right to date Tea (and then just kind of forgetting you ever won the right to date Tea twice). But to think the very first time was Honda dueling for the right of Jounouchi to be part of nerd gang because Jounouchi had fallen to the dark side yo-yo gang across the street run by some 40 year old man with blue hair.

How many times is Honda gonna fight with a broom? Like are they just magnetized to his location? where are they even coming from?

Freakin janitor powers over here, put him in a Final Fantasy style RPG. I want to see what his limit break would be.

Not like it matters, because Hirotani very quickly explains why these yo-yo’s are at all a threat.

Which honestly shouldn’t be...so lethal? Seems like the weight is all you need, not really the spikes. But it’s at least stronger than Honda’s janitor stuff.

Unfortunate for Honda that he just destroyed an antique.

So with lightning reflexes, Yuugi does what he does most:

The death yo-yo ricochets back and does this little itty bitty scrape to this guy’s face and he’s real bothered by it. Although it’s like...well dude, you’re a 50 year old high schooler, I don’t think people will notice the scrape compared to everything else falling apart in your life.

And so then the Yugioh Season Zero team was like “oh shoot is it time to torture Yuugi???” and they got hella excited.

Like I thought it was just Yuugi’s class that were a bunch of disturbing criminal disasters, but I guess it’s the whole city. Like...was Yuugi’s class the good school?

I mean, it can’t be, there’s no way...

but like...is there a good school in this universe? How does anyone survive till graduation? If you so much as disgrace a yo-yo, you will get the torture treatment that I sure did expect in Yakuza games, but not so much in Yugioh, tbh.

Just a reminder: This is the third time we’ve beat up Yuugi this episode. Within the first meeting of Yuugi and Hirotani, he beat the tar out of Yuugi within eye shot of Jounouchi. So like...Jounouchi was reallllllllllllllllly lax on that deal, right? Like...he took his toot sweet time to realize “yeah this just ain’t ever gonna happen.”

And then the yo-yo wars begin.

Just like Solid Snake crawling through the radiation chamber.

Hirotani throws his Fyper-yoyo, Jounouchi intercepts with his Eireboy, and Hirotani’s completely terrible yo-yo just flies off the string again because Hirotani should have just sticked to using his fists. No wonder they wanted to recruit Jounouchi so badly, their yo-yo game is so off.

We never get a door to darkness in this episode, dipping our enemies into mind horrors. Instead, we get home-alone style traps. But, this makes sense. Not only do the show makers have to make Yuugi avoid solving problems with magic in front of Jounouchi, they also have to make it Jounouchi’s choice to leave Hirotani behind. If Yuugi did it for him in like...some sort of duel law situation...then that sort of leaves out Jounouchi’s choice in the equation.

Not like this ever really comes up in later seasons, since who even follows through with duel law and marries Mai? But like, it does feel like Season Zero calls out the later Seasons a bit in this regard. Honda got beat up because he tried to win Jounouchi back by force (or game, I guess.) That was just another form of coercion on the heels of Hirotani’s. What Jounouchi actually needed was to make his own decision to leave.

...most other anime I’d be like “I’m sure that’s just a translation error” but not this one.

So Yuugi runs to the roof where Jounouchi will never see this.

My audible sigh reading this line about fight club roof.

These stupid gang members went into Yuugi’s native territory, not just a fight club roof, but on a warehouse? They were dead before they arrived.

This was like maybe 3 frames of animation in just rapid succession, it was pretty silly and good.

Reminder that like 4 minutes ago, Yuugi was about to get like executed on a meat hook.

Speaking of getting executed on a meathook:

Hope you like the idea of glass in your eyes, because this anime’s got it.

They chase Yuugi around, in a sequence that was done mostly to conserve frames, so you rarely saw the ground until this shot:

Lots of falling down this episode, but unlike Tea, who fell from a warehouse ceiling once and just kind of rubbed her ass after and was like “ah damn it.” these guys won’t come out of it virtually unscathed.

Also, Honda is here now:

Jumping off of his symbolic sash trapeze, he decides to do in Hirotani for good.

Hey so like...walk the dog is a fairly gentle walk that a yo-yo does slowly on the ground right?

Just pointing out how sensitive Hirotani’s fingies are.

And he...didn’t appear to be dead, so I don’t have to add to the bodycount...but it’s gonna be a real long road for recovery.

And now, with the gang back together Jounouchi is back at school knee deep in make up assignments he’ll probably completely ignore since we know that in a years time, these fools are going to be trapped on Pegasus’ island, and at that point school will be just that place you talk about when you try to remember why you’re friends with Bakura.

---hey aren’t those chairs attached to the desks?

Because...holy crap, Anzu.

Honestly this is what you see before you die, but I guess Jounouchi died off screen after the episode ended, so I don’t have to add him to the deathcount (again). RIP.

Alright! That took like...8 tries to get Tumblr to save this one, but it managed! (well...I guess “managed” isn’t the word you’d use for a typing program that takes 8 tries to save)

Next time, we’ll be back to S5, for an arc I’ve heard is kind of boring. We’ll see. If it truly is, I can condense episodes into fewer posts. Or maybe it’s a secret gem? I guess we shall see.

And if you just got here this is a link to read all the Season Zero recaps from the start:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yuugi-muto/chrono

(there’s also a link to read all the Yugioh posts we wrote from the start in chrono order but straight up, this file won’t freakin save, and I just can’t even will myself to look up that link again. It’s on the home page of this blog on the right.)

#YGO #yugioh #yu gi oh #Yuugi Muto #Jounouchi #Honda #Anzu #Miho #yo yo gang #Hirotani #Yuugi and the gang do serious property damage

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