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UHMM I HAVE A GOOD IDEAAA! UHHHHHHH HOLD UP , UHHMM OH CAN YOU MAKE AN LITTLE STORY WHERE CHARLIE WALK IN ON CHRIS AND Y/N ARE DOING THE DEVILS TANGO . 😈😈💗💗🙏🙏

my eyes only (part 5)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, choking, degradation, they get caught, cursing, cheating

** i’m not promoting cheating in the slightest, this is fiction. please do not cheat on anyone.

“holy fuck, chris!” i screamed out as his hips slammed into mine, creating a smacking sound.

we both sat on our knees on the bed, as he pounded into me from behind.

he held me against his body, one hand held my own behind my back, while his other rested against my stomach.

“still think i’m annoying?” he rasped into my ear, me eyes rolling into the back of my head at his ruthless pace.

“i’ll do this all fucking day until you answer me if i have to”

his thrusts were so deep, i was seeing stars. he somehow managed to knock the wind out of me with every movement of his hips.

“you don’t wanna answer me?” he asked, snaking the hand that was on my stomach up to my throat. he squeezed lightly, and i swear i almost came right then and there.

i let out an embarrassingly loud moan, prompting chris to choke me again.

“oh, you like that ? what a slut, getting fucked on your best friend’s cock” i bit my lip, trying to hold back the lewd sounds that desperately needed to be let out.

he bit my ear lightly, making a string of moans leave my lips.

“none of that, ma. wanna hear every single sound come out of that pretty mouth”

he used the grip he had on my neck to turn my face towards him, placing his lips against mine in a rough kiss.

our tongues danced against each others, drool dribbling down the side of our mouths.

when he pulled away, our lips were still connected by a string of saliva.

he suddenly pushed my front half down, pushing my face into the mattress by the back of my neck.

i moaned out at the harshness of his actions, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

my mouth hung open as he smacked my ass, groaning at the way it jiggled under his touch.

“god, i could watch this all day” he said as he continued to squeeze and slap it.

the irritated skin began to sting from the treatment, but the pain only added to the pleasure.

enjoying his fixation on it, i began to shake my ass back on him.

“fuck yes, ma. keep going, don’t fucking stop” he spoke as his hips stilled.

he watched me as i wiggled my ass against him, rolling my hips back and fucking myself on his cock.

“holy shit, you’re unreal” he mumbled under his breath as i continued my movements.

i pushed myself onto my hands and looked back at him.

“you like that, baby? my ass was made for you” i spoke in a sultry voice.

his eyes rolled back as his hands wrapped around my waist.

“for you to touch” i reached for his hand, moving it to my lips to place a kiss to it.

“to feel” kiss. “to look at” kiss. “to worship” kiss. “to ruin” another kiss.

“to cheat with” i heard a voice from behind us.

i let out a scream, my heart beating out of my chest as i went to cover the both of us in a blanket.

when i turned my face towards the door, i was met with an angry charlie.

“yo, what the fuck dude? how long were you standing there?” chris asked.

“seriously? that’s your concern?” charlie asked, narrowing his eyes at chris.

“yes, actually. you were probably enjoying the show” chris spoke.

“chris!” i said as i slapped his chest lightly, shooting him a glare.

“but seriously, how long were you standing there?” i asked, finding it weird how he chimed in at just the right time.

charlie’s face scrunched up before he spoke, “just…get dressed. we’ll talk when you’re decent” he spoke before shutting the door behind him.

honestly, charlie is an odd guy. he freaks out about small stuff, but when it comes to big issues? he’s weirdly chill about it.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely mad. he’s just oddly calm about the whole situation.

“he’s…not as mad as i thought he’d be” chris said as he started to get dressed.

“honestly, he probably saw it coming. i’ve been distant lately and he keeps on bringing up the nudes” i said as i pulled my clothes on.

his eyes widened at that, “he knows about those?”

“yeah. plus, he’s convinced that you’re in love with me” chris halted his actions at those words.

“what?” i asked, noticing him freezing up.

he swallowed harshly before shaking his head, resuming his actions. “nothing, that’s just kinda insane”

for some reason, his words hurt me. i tried not show it on my face as i finished pulling on my clothes.

we continued to fix ourselves up in silence, giving each other awkward glances when the other wasn’t looking.

“you ok?” he asked as i made my way to the door.

“just, stay here. i’m gonna go talk to him” i told him before leaving my room, closing the door behind me.

when i walked out to my living room, charlie was sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap.

i gave him a sheepish smile before beginning to talk, cutting right to the chase.

“look, i’m sorry” i started.

“no, you’re not” he breathed out. “i know you’re not, because if you were you wouldn’t have cheated on me”

i let out a sigh at his words.

“but it’s ok, i cheated on you too” my eyes widened at that.

out of everything he could say, those were not the words i was expecting.

“and that doesn’t make what either of us did ok, by any means. i shouldn’t have done that to you. but you were barely talking to me or hanging out with me, and i knew you were gonna leave me for him eventually” he said.

“and i know i have been horrible to you, and i shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you like that. i know you felt trapped in our relationship, and for that i truly am sorry. i shouldn’t have made you feel like you couldn’t break up with me”

this is the charlie that i got into a relationship with.

i don’t know what happened between now and then that made him change so drastically, but it was almost a relief to know that i wasn’t just being naive in thinking that he could still be the person i once knew.

“it wasn’t all you, charlie. i shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with you knowing that i had feelings for chris. that wasn’t fair to you, and i am sorry for that”

“and yes our relationship was fucked up, but that didn’t give me the right to cheat on you. it’s just-”

“you’re in love with him” charlie cut me off. “and i’m not gonna stand in the way of that anymore. you deserve to be happy”

“so do you” i nodded at him.

“damn, look at us. having a real conversation like adults” charlie chuckled.

“never thought i’d see the day” i said.

“ok, well i’m gonna go” he said as he patted me on the shoulder awkwardly.

“bye charlie” i laughed, as he left.

“that was so fucking awkward” i said to myself as i made my way back to my room.

when i pushed my door open, however, chris was gone.

the only evidence of him having been here was my open window, which let in a cold breeze.

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life-winners-liveblog · 4 months

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Watching Last Life session 4

Part 1

Martyn: You almost set your house on fire?

Scott: I... am not going to respond to that.

Martyn: You definitely did.

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Grian: You forgot about checking in on the base didn't you?

Scott: Yeah... we did...

Scar: That's something I would do.

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Pearl: pfttt.

Scott: Pearl?

Pearl: I am sorry Scott but you being surprised that the Southlands are in the South is hilarious.

Scott: Hey!

Scar: That's also something I would do! I think we should talk more often! Oooh! We could drink something together!

Scott: Are you...hitting on me...Scar? Because I am not intereste-

Scar: No!!! Why would you think that?

Scott: That's a common way to ask someone out-

Scar: I... I- I realize that now! that you have just mentioned it just as you probably realized that I don't always... say things like I want to! It just came out that way faster then I could think about it.

Scott: It's ...fine... and sure I am cool with hanging out more?

Scar: Perfect!

Grian: *whispers* Scott, I am a bit worried about Scar, he seems very... lonely... he always wants to be with someone...it reminds me of how Pearl was with me...at the beginning.

Scott: *whispers back* Yeah I have noticed that too... I am waiting for him to open up about it at his own pace, don't want to push it...

Grian: Alright.

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Martyn: And the base was on fire, was waiting for that to happen.

Scott: I left for five minutes! How does lava burn wood when there is a literal wall between them!??

Grian: It happens sometimes I guess.

Scott: Does it?

Grian: Oh yeah, something similiar happened to me...uhhhh... when was it actually? Before the cannibal murder party definitely-

Scott: Excuse me the what now?

Grian: But after... it happened when I was younger, don't remember exactly when.

Pearl: Grian... can you...uhhhhhhh go back to the...cannibal murder party...part?

Grian: ... ...No.

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Martyn: Will he be the boogey this time around?

Pearl: ooooooh.

Scott: No, I wasn't.

Grian: huh

Scar: Awwwwww. :(

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randomfanboi · 1 year

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Masseur

Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.

Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+

Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.

Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.

Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.

Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.

There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.

Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.

Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.

“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.

Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.

“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.

Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.

You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.

It was hard and big.

You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.

Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.

“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. Your mouth was magical, he hadn’t felt anything like it.

Placing a hand on your head, a devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.

You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.

Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.

Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. He slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue, you tasted so fucking good and your moans only encouraged him. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, he placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. He then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance

You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at him, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, his hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while he placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.

Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.

You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.

Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.

Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.

His cock hit it. That special spot.

You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.

After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.

Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“SHIT!”

“PAUL!”

“Y/N FUCK!”

The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”

You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.

…

“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”

…

“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.

…

You were organising the massage towels after another successful massage. You quickly had to get these things organised as your next session would start at any moment now. Just as you finished with the towels, knocks were heard by the door as someone opened it. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out your named. You smiled making eye contact with the man who fucked your brains out a week ago. “Paul… same procedure as last time?” You said whilst taking off your shirt. Paul closed the door behind him and chuckled. “Of course.”

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Breathless P3

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Kinda Sad

Requested: thank you so much for that, the end nearly had me in tears tho. please a part 3 I need this Part 3 ?? Please Part 3 Please

Warnings: Asthma attacks, medical issues

I woke as I often did with a wheeze and a cough, I felt Jack's hand on me. He had rested his hand on my chest, not in a sexual way. But just resting there just under my breasts so he could feel my every breath. I don't imagine he slept much but I know he wouldn't want it any other way. I looked around the room seeing the various items littered about the place, the various trails and errors of trying to find anything that even soothed the damage that grew day by day. I slowly sat up and that woke Jack too.

"Morning,"

"Morning-" He yawned sitting up and stretching his back, "How are you feeling?"

"The same," I sighed leaning on the headboard,

"Alright, not change at all?" He asked and I shook my head, he forced a smile and kissed my cheek, "Alright, I need to get to work. You're going to be alright by yourself?"

"I'll be okay,"

"Good girl, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, see you soon Jack."

"See you soon," he reassured kissing my lips gently and sweetly he caressed my cheek before he got himself out of bed adjusted his clothes a little better and blew me a kiss before he headed off to work.

I milled around for a while trying not to do much but I wanted to wash up, I felt dirty and slimy so I got some water and began to give myself a basin bath slipping off my nightie to give my body a good clean. As I did I noticed how breathless just the mere action of washing myself was becoming but I pushed through not wanting to leave myself half-clean, but I had to stop and wheeze trying to get my breath in.

"Uhhhhhhh Hello y/n..." Jack spoke up behind me

Well that certainly didn't help my breathlessness, I grabbed my sheet and wrapped it around me as tight as I could as I turned and tried to get my breath in "HI!"

"Hi. You uuhhh you warm?"

"I wanted a bath." I gasped

"Ohh why didn't you say I'd have got the nurses to draw a bath for you."

Ohh now he tells me! "I didn't want to be a bother."

"You okay?"

"Just a little... out of breath. from the shock."

"Sit down," he told me gently making me sit on the bed and checking me over helping me through our usual steps to try and steady my breathing getting the machine and checking my breathing "That is... very low. You were just having a bath?" he asked and for a moment I glared "You were stood naked I don't know what else you where doing."

"Like what?"

"Anything that might have made you... breathless?" he winked,

"I was just bathing." I glared

"Alright, I only asked." he chuckled "Medicine time then."

"Noo Jack please-"

"No medicine no kisses."

I pouted but open my mouth

"That's a good girl" he cooed giving me horrifically tasting medicine, he smiled and kissed my lips once I took it, "Now are you okay? I can stay if you want me to?"

"No I'll be okay, I just have to take it a little slower. You go on back to work Jack."

"Alright, just be careful," he said getting up and kissing my head "You looked extraordinarily beautiful by the way" He smirked at the door

"What in my sheet?"

"In the sheet, without the sheet, both are very beautiful. But I like one a little better" he winked,

"Go work Doctor Boy."

"I'm going, I'm going." he chuckled heading out back to work,

I woke to a very strange sensation indeed, as I felt Jack's lips on mine, his body over mine, I was shocked but I kissed him back which made him pull away, so I slowly opened my eyes seeing him over me in the same state he came to bed, but his eyes red and teary, panic across his face.

"What's wrong?"

"You- You stopped breathing- I - I thought" He gasped in panic and fear

"And you thought to kiss a dead body?" I giggled "Weird of you, Prince Charming?"

"I was giving you mouth to mouth!" he argued, "and then when you were breathing.... yeah I got excited you were okay and started kissing you."

"Any excuse" I smiled kissing him, "How long did I stop?"

"Not long. But longer than I was comfortable." He said, "You're getting worse... and I don't know how to fix it." he admits "I have no idea what to do, and every textbook, or case study I read... just tells me you're going to die."

"Then what do we do?"

"I am going to fight. I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive. Even if I have to breathe for you" he smiled giving me a kiss "I'm just afraid to leave you alone... I think I'm running out of time."

"Thank you, Jack, but... I don't want you to suffer because of me."

"Too late. Y/n I'm in love with you. I can't bear to see you like this. if anything happens to you I will suffer that much I know."

"Ohh jack... I love you too!" I smiled hugging his chest

"I am so very thankful to hear that- I was worried I- I wouldn't tell you before it was too late."

"I was too, I just... I don't want to leave you a heartbroken mess like my mother left my father."

"We both know you can't stop that."

"Then please, when I am gone. Do not grieve for me forever Jack, Please. Allow yourself to love again and find a girl who you could spend forever with."

"Please do not ask this of me." he caressed my cheek

"Please Jack, it would pain me more to see you wither away in grief for me."

"... I will move on. if it would hurt you more. but know you shall always be the light in my heart."

"And you will always be mine." I smiled "Please, no more tests, no more trails, just hold me close and make me smile"

"You can't ask me to give up on you."

"Please, Jack."

"....Alright, if that's what you want" He nodded tears flooding down his cheeks he laid back down and pulled me close never wanting to let me go,

"Can I, have one? Please?"

"One." He sighed "Go on, where have you been hiding them?"

I giggled and pulled the box from under my bed

"Again?"

"You wouldn't check the same place twice." I giggled taking one and lighting it on the candle laying back to slowly inhale and exhale

"That really makes you feel better?"

"It's calming."

"Give it"

I sighed and handed it over and he tenderly tried it coughing up as he did

"Fuck- hang on..." he said trying it again "they kinda have a bit of a relaxing function... opens up the chest Ironicly. You said these are specifically asthma cigarettes right?"

"Yeah, thorn apple leaves dried and rolled," I said taking it back

"I mean the smoking is still bad, and I am mad at you for it you know."

"I'm still mad at you for not knocking and walking in on me naked."

"Awww don't be mad, I didn't see that much."

"Didn't you?"

"Maybe I did." He smirked "I couldn't help but look."

"Umm" I mumbled laying on his chest as I finished the cigarette

"One more test?"

"What for?"

"I wanna see if these do anything?"

"Alright" I sighed so he grabbed the device and I breathed as usual

"....I mean, yeah you are a little bit better actually."

"I told you."

"Yeah yeah, the issue is the good of the leaves is being outweighed by the fact your smoking them..." He said, "You know what, I'm going to spend an hour downstairs running some tests I'll get the nurse to watch you as you sleep, if anything happens they'll let me know, that okay?"

"Okay Jack" I nodded giving him a kiss

"Good girl, I'll be back soon"

I smiled laying in bed, doing my best to keep my breathing steady. And after a few hours, Jack returned.

"I am a bloody genius!"

"... I know you are,"

"Awwww thank you, sweetie." He cooed clearly not expecting me to say that, "But I may have solved it!"

"Really!"

"Maybe, so it appears thron apple leaves do work the issue is your smoking them which it dulling the effects that's why you feel calm and relaxed but it doesn't help your breathing all that much, and our medicine I've been making you take is doing something too but only small we have to give you in big does and even then it doesn't last long, but I think I know the answer." He explained as he revealed a ... pot.

it was... well a vase. a white vase with painted flowers but there was a stopper in the top much like the breathing device and some kind of tube thing...

"what is it?" I asked

"It is... an inhaler."

"Inhaler?"

"Inside is a liquid form of the medicine so you're not taking it you're breathing in the vapours, and thorn apple leaves coating the inside, all you have to do is when you feel breathless you breathe in through the bottle, out your nose. It will need changing daily but it should work."

"Should?"

"...I tested it. Made me feel a lot better. Will you try? for me?"

I nodded and took it close to me I was nervous but he smiled so sweetly, so I gently breathed in feeling this feeling like my chest was pulled open like I could breathe in double what I did before, my chest soothing, and I let a breath out my nose, I took in another feeling so so much better, better then I thought I ever would feel.

"So?" he asks very worried

"Thank you so much, Jack!" I smiled hugging his chest

He held me close and listened carefully "You're not wheezing?"

"No, I feel so much better."

He quickly made me check with the machine and my breathing was double normal if not more "I love you so much Y/n! I can't believe it... you're gonna be okay." he hugged me closely his voice teary

"well we don't know for sure but, I feel better than I ever have before! Thank you so much I love you Jack"

"Y/n... Will you marry me?"

"What!"

"Marry me? Please. weather this gives you a week, a year, or the rest of our lives I want to spend it with you"

"Ohhh, Jack... Yes!" I smiled squeezing him tight but I felt a little breathless from the panic of it all so I grabbed the vase and breathed in feeling it fix my breathlessness "Better, I can't thank you enough Jack. And I'd be thrilled to marry you"

"I can't wait to marry you either" He smiled kissing my lips sweetly.

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aprillikesthings · 9 days

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So I am fascinated by how some fandoms just...spontaneously end up with some tropes repeating over and over in fic (especially explicit fics)

Like, I've never been in a fandom that had many coffee shop au's, but I know there are fandoms where they're super popular. There are fandoms with absolutely massive amounts of omegaverse and fandoms with like, none.

And sometimes it's obvious why a particular fandom ends up with a popular fic tropes: Steven Universe fandom has a lot of high-school au's. She-Ra has a lot of university au's. (These are probably the same authors at least some of the time!)

But sometimes it's a complete fucking mystery to me???

And a thought/question about explicit catradora fics under the readmore:

With the obvious disclaimer that I have not read a double-digit percentage of the explicit catradora fics on ao3 (seriously there's 1,668 of them as of right now), I have read uhhh maybe a dozen or two dozen of them?

And I'm dying to know: why is tribbing (i.e. rubbing your vulva on someone's body; sometimes the other person's vulva but in this fandom usually their thigh) so INSANELY COMMON in catradora fics?

I say this knowing that before I even read fics in this fandom, I'd already written my own tribbing scene into my current WIP! So like, I'm including myself here. I didn't even know it was such a huge thing when I wrote it. Like, I think it was the first sex scene I wrote for that fic. So it wasn't just from seeing it in other fics, which would be the obvious reason.

So imagine my surprise and amusement when I started inhaling fics and "rubbing off on each other's thighs" is INCREDIBLY common in catradora fics, whether they're pre-canon or mid-canon or post-canon or non-fantasy au or those au's where they're on modern Earth but all the partially-animal characters are still partially-animal, so like, Catra works an office job but still has cat ears and a tail (I admit I love these)

So now I'm sitting here going: why is that the sex act so many of us write???? Like we might also write oral and fingering and whatever else, don't get me wrong.

If it was just canon-ish fics I could sort of see it: I could imagine a situation where all of us are looking at Catra's claws and possibly-rough tongue and going uhhhhhhh...hm. But...everyone manages to get around that! We decide that Catra can retract her claws. Either her tongue is closer to a human's or Adora's into it lol.

I've had some theories.

My first thought was that rather than "take turns" they can kiss and face each other the whole time? And we really want that for them? (But...there are other sex acts where you can do that.)

But maybe also it's the kind of thing that is the obvious next step when frantically making out (as one might when you finally get to kiss/fuck the person you've loved and wanted most while also actively tried to hurt for the last multiple years...don't mind me just having. feelings. again. ;_;) and not wanting to separate for even a second???

I mean I say this knowing a couple of weeks ago I posted about how the first time I made out with another girl, when I was 17, she shoved her knee into my crotch and I nearly came even though we were both fully dressed lol

So are we all basing it on our own first times with another girl? Because I know that's why I wrote it.

Anyway, likely nobody will see this post lol, BUT, if you read or write she-ra/spop fics lemme know if you've noticed this (like seriously is it just the fics I personally happen to have read?) and if you have theories

Because this is not my first f/f pairing or fandom for which I have read and/or written a ton of fics (lol), but this is the first one where like, nearly every explicit fic has had "rub it out on each other's thighs while making out, either dressed or naked" in it lol

#spop #catradora #april writes

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Tinytopia Chapter 7: Endless Rebirth (Part 3)

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to my beta/sensitivity reader @appelsiinilight!

In this chapter: Jax’s true nature is further illuminated, which causes even more friction with Moon.

***

Everything was quiet out in the park.

Until a hand shot up from under the ground, followed by a second, the frantic swimming motions of someone trying to dig themselves out. Eventually a head came up too, gasping in its first breaths.

A body came next, hauling itself and laying out limply in the dirt. Wings flickered. The creature coughed up some sort of mucousy liquid, emptying its lungs.

It then wobbled to its feet and started running, as though it already knew exactly where it was going, bare feet thumping in the dirt.

And it was still quiet in the park, because the creature was a pixie and, at that size, could barely make any noise at all.

***

“Psst. Thistle. Hey, Thistle.”

“Mhhmm?” Thistle pushed himself up off of Moon’s chest fluff and rubbed his eyes.

There was a pixie leaning directly into him, their face millimeters apart. At first he thought it was Marigold, but…

“Ah!” Thistle yelped, scrambling backwards. “What–Who–Who are you?”

The new pixie looked remarkably similar to Thistle himself, except for the fact that he was covered in dirt and wearing nothing but a mishmash of leaves for clothes. He tilted his head, sending a cascade of shiny black hair over his shoulder. “Hey, good morning!” He spoke Pixish with a lilted accent like Thistle’s own–but unpracticed, as though somehow also not a native speaker.

Marcy, awakened by Thistle’s shout, sleepily struggled to disentangle herself from her sheets. “Thistle, I’m coming! I’m–oh.” Her movements became less frantic as she realized Thistle was not in danger. She heaved herself out of bed and came over, sitting at the desk chair.

“Good morning!” the new pixie said.

“Good morning,” Marcy said. “It’s so nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“How did you get in here?” Moon was considerably less excited, hair uncharacteristically frumpled.

From the desk leg there came grunts of exertion and the sound of tiny claws scratching. It was Jax, putting to use his newly acquired climbing skills. “I let him in,” Jax said, finally reaching the top and pulling himself over.

“Uhhhhhhh. Okay,” Thistle said. “Do you two know each other?”

Jax gave a knowing grin, then scurried up and leapt onto the new pixie’s shoulders, the two moving in perfect sync. “So, so I need to admit something,” Jax said.

“You know how I said I could grow a new body?” the new pixie said.

“Well the first one doesn't actually need to die,” Jax said.

They both flourished in perfect unison, as in-sync as the sentence had been–half in Pixish, half in the accented English of a borrower, but not missing a beat as it switched between the two.

“Uhhhhh…” Thistle said, completely unsure what to make of that. “Okay? So you're…both Jax?”

“Yea!” they both said, again in perfect unison. Thistle wished they'd stop doing that. It was kind of creepy.

Marcy’s gaze was alight with curiosity. “Are you a hive mind of some kind?” Keep your questions in, keep them in, don’t overwhelm them, you always overwhelm everyone with questions. She felt like she was going to explode.

Thistle knew that the English word–and the human concept–of a hive was a bit different from the way pixies used the word. And a hive mind was something else altogether. He'd read about it on Wikipedia. “Like–Like a group of people who all share the same thoughts and feelings?”

“Um, if that’s the word to describe it, then yeah, I guess!” Borrower-Jax said, and Pixie-Jax held up a peace sign like they’d seen Thistle do on occasion. “I couldn’t very well call myself that when I only had one body, but now I got two! I’m just a baby one!”

It made sense, in a way. If a hive mind grew by adding new bodies, then its age would be measured by the number of people in it, not the usual developmental milestones. It explained perfectly why Jax was so young, yet had the body of an adult borrower.

And now apparently had the body of an adult pixie as well.

Oh, this was… something. This was something completely alien. Thistle had thought meeting humans and incubi and naga and dryads was an adventure, but this was completely unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Anyone he’d ever met.

Moon apparently had the same train of thought. But he looked wary rather than excited. “And what exactly is all that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not going to try and assimilate anyone, are you?” Thistle rushed to add.

Both Jaxes blinked.

“Into your hive mind,” Thistle clarified. “Assimilate someone into your hive mind. Like, make them part of you.”

“How on earth would I do that?” they both said.

“Well, I don't know. I don't know how hive minds work.”

“Thistle is just concerned about everyone's safety,” Marcy explained. “We think of hive minds as something people are forced to join.”

“Join me for what? Dinner? An adventure? I wouldn't force anyone to do anything, honest!” The sentence ping-ponged back and forth between the two bodies. Two mouths, two voices, two different languages, one mind, one fluid train of thought. The pixie’s voice was significantly higher in pitch than the borrower’s. It was…disorienting.

Marcy hesitated. “The pixie… where did it come from? You didn't like…. take someone, did you?”

“Take someone?”

“Like kidnap someone. Hijack their body. It's just you? This body?”

“Oh, I grew it,” Pixie-Jax said. “It's me 100%. There’s nobody else in here.”

“O-oh okay. That's cool,” Thistle said, equally overwhelmed and excited. “How does it, like….work? How did you become a pixie too?”

“I copied you!”

Thistle fluttered his wings. Jax could just…become a pixie? For the purpose of being friends with Thistle? “That’s so cool! So you just–modeled off of me? And grew a second body?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s so cool that you can do that. Oh, you know what that means! I have to teach you how to be a pixie the way Violet was teaching you how to be a borrower!”

Pixie-Jax hopped up and down and clapped his hands. “Yeah!”

Moon watched with obvious distaste as the two pixies got each other more and more excited. He hooked a hand around Thistle’s arm. “Thistle, can I talk to you over here for a second?”

He dragged him to the corner of the desk. Jax watched them go, then shrugged and turned his attention back to Marcy.

“You can’t seriously intend to have Jax stay here without knowing more about him,” Moon said in a harsh whisper.

Not this again. Jealousy really did not suit Moon. “Well, I let you in without knowing anything about you.”

Moon went red. “But that–that’s different!”

“How is it different?”

Moon pawed at the ground with his foot. “I don’t know. But you didn’t even ask Jax any more questions! I’m just…concerned for your safety, is all.”

Are you? Is that really the problem here, Moon?

“I’m just saying it might be prudent to figure out more about what kind of creature this is before throwing ourselves at it wholeheartedly. I’ve never seen anything like this, and neither have you. Jax is something completely foreign to everyone here.”

Thistle turned to look back at Jax. The borrower and the pixie were swinging playfully from Marcy’s fingers in perfect unison.

“...Okay,” Thistle relented. That was a good point. Maybe Thistle was letting himself get too swept up in the excitement of meeting such a strange and interesting creature, and having more pixies to play with. It’d been lessening with Marigold here, but he was always letting his loneliness overcome his good sense.

Ooh, what was Marigold going to think of this? He got giddy at the idea of sharing this, then forced himself back on track. Best to wait to introduce Marigold to anyone else and just focus on Jax for now.

“Okay, Jax,” Thistle said, spinning back around. “Um, I want to ask you a few more questions if that’s okay.”

Pixie-Jax let go of Marcy’s hand and landed on the desk, and Borrower-Jax plopped down onto his shoulders. “Sure,” they both said.

“So, um…” What to even ask? Moon was right. Thistle didn’t know the first thing about whatever kind of creature Jax was. “I guess… How did you just grow a second body? Did you…just emerge fully formed from the ground again? Where do you come from?” This was the question Jax hadn’t wanted to answer earlier.

Pixie-Jax nervously wrung his hands. Borrower-Jax drooped his ears. Oh no, Thistle thought, heart sinking. Maybe he IS hiding something. Maybe Moon is right to be suspicious.

“Why don’t you want to tell us?” Moon demanded. “What are you hiding?”

“I’m sorry!” Borrower-Jax cried, slapping his hands over his face.

“I’m scared,” Pixie-Jax said, buzzing his wings. “I’m scared of getting found out.”

“Found out what?” Moon pressed.

“All right, calm down,” Marcy said, gently scooting Moon back from Jax a little bit. “You’re getting a bit intense.”

Moon looked at her venomously.

“It’s okay,” Thistle coaxed. “We just want to know about you, that’s all. We won’t hurt you.”

Both Jaxes refused to make eye contact. “There’s part of me that’s underground. It’s rooted in the soil, and it’s where I make new… me’s. But I think if anyone ever found it and dug it up, they could really hurt me, or even kill me for real. That’s why I’m scared to talk about it.”

Marcy’s eyes sparkled. Thistle could tell she was valiantly restraining herself from asking a million and a half questions.

“Okay,” Thistle said. “So that’s, um, like the ‘real’ you, and you just kind of…spawn bodies out of it by copying people you run into?��

Jax nodded. “That’s why I just–you can’t tell anyone, please! It’s so scary.”

“We won’t,” Thistle reassured.

“That really is cool,” Marcy breathed.

"It’s hardly original, though,” Moon muttered. “Lots of us can copy other people. It’s nothing special.”

“But it’s more than just copying, isn’t it?” Thistle said. “You actually, like… incarnate as that species. It’s permanent. And unlike Moon, you don’t just copy the appearance, but the abilities too. So you’re just, um, like one person made up of multiple bodies of different species?”

“That’s so cool,” Marcy said. “You’d be able to adapt to any lifestyle perfectly.”

Jax beamed. “Yeah! Thistle, will you show me how to be a pixie? Please?”

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

Moon watched with suspicion as Thistle grabbed Pixie-Jax’s hand and ran off.

***

“So, every creature has some way of getting the magic that they need to live. Most of us make it like a plant using photosynthesis. Some of us are predators and steal it. But everyone needs at least a little, like they need food. Except humans, I guess, but they don’t use magic.”

Thistle looked at Marcy, who was sitting on the couch hanging over the armrest to watch Thistle and Jax with fascination as they interacted in Thistle’s castle on the floor.

“I think,” he amended.

Pixie-Jax nodded. “Right. My borrower body was generating its own magic as I was collecting items and learning from Violet. Just like she said. Borrowers collect things.”

“Yeah, and pixies get it from forming social bonds.” Thistle hadn’t made a close enough connection with Jax to make that happen yet, but he could feel them getting close. This could push them over the edge. “It makes magic for the people on both ends, too, so that’s why Severa doesn’t need to hunt.”

Jax buzzed his wings and his ears twitched. He clearly hadn’t learned how to moderate the finer points of his body’s nonverbal communication, so every emotion was splashed all across his face and body for everyone to see. “I, I see. So, so how does Moon make it?”

Moon appeared on the back of the couch, face sour. “By basking in moonlight,” he said. “It’s quite simple and efficient, probably even moreso than-”

“He can also just steal it,” Thistle said dismissively. “But he doesn’t do that anymore. But let’s focus on pixies for now, kay?” He took Jax’s hands. “We’re gonna be friends!”

Moon dipped out of sight behind the couch, and Thistle heard the disturbing yet telltale sign of Moon transforming: bones snapped, skin ripped, hair grew. He reappeared a moment later, crunched down into the form of a pixie. God it was weird. He had the same face and everything, but now he was the same height as Thistle and his features were all cloaked under the visage of a pixie.

“I would also like to be friends!” Moon offered, hands extended. “Let me join!”

Thistle eyed him warily. “Come on, Moon, we’re already friends. You and I make plenty of magic together.”

“Then let me help show Jax how it’s done!”

Jax bounced with excitement, hands still in Thistle’s. “Let’s! Let’s!”

Thistle sighed. “Fine.” He extended his hand and Moon joined them, making a trio of hand-holding.

“Now what do we do?” Jax asked, wide-eyed.

“Well, normally we do some sort of activity together,” Thistle said. “But it can come at any time. Just anything that makes a connection between us.”

“We could ask each other twenty questions,” Moon said. “I’ll go first. Jax, how did you copy a borrower if you claim you’ve never met one?”

Thistle was thrown off, because–he hadn’t made that connection. Moon had a very good point. But he’d said it in such an accusatory way, it was obviously motivated by spite. Moon had definitely saved that question to ask it at a disruptive time. “Moon,” he scolded under his breath.

“What? We were all wondering it,” Moon said coolly.

Jax didn’t seem to notice the hostility. “Um, I’m not really sure. That was my first body, I think, so, so, however my species does that. When we’re born, I guess? I don't remember. You don’t remember how you were born, do you?”

“I do,” Moon said. “I remember everything about how I was born, from the moment I left the womb.” That couldn’t be true, surely.

“Then I’ll ask question nineteen! Um, Moon, how were you born?”

“The moon herself gave birth to me, setting me as a swaddled babe gently into the lushest, most luxurious garden she could find, where I grew up eating ripe fruit and succulent berries in paradise until I decided to grace the mortal plane with my presence.”

Jax looked completely enraptured. Thistle twitched his ear. “Moon, come on.”

“Now you ask a question, Thistle!” Jax said cheerfully.

“Um, okay,” Thistle said. “Moon, why are you allergic to being straightforward?”

Moon furrowed his brow. Jax waited for the answer expectantly.

“Growing up eating moonberries gave me terrible allergies,” Moon answered. “If you’re not exposed to allergens in childhood, you develop a horribly sensitive nose as an adult. My turn again. Jax, what is it you want from us?”

“From us?”

“Here, at the house.”

“Moon,” Thistle said in a strained whisper. “Come on.”

Jax did not seem bothered, though. If anything, he got more excited. “I’d love to make friends with everyone in the house!”

Thistle found his youthful enthusiasm adorable, and–ah, yep that was enough to push them over the edge. A flare of magic flickered between Thistle and Jax.

“Ooh!” Jax said. “I think that was it! That was it, right? We did it!”

“Yeah!” Thistle said. “You’re a natural at it!”

Moon’s very stoic face was scrunched up in an expression that suggested he was trying not to cry. There was very pointedly not a connection between Jax and Moon, or even between Thistle and Moon.

“What’s wrong?” Jax said. “Are you okay?”

“Well, good for you!” Moon snapped, throwing Jax’s hand away from himself. “I’m glad it comes so easily to you! It must be nice to be able to be so stupid and trusting and have people fall over themselves to take care of you!”

Moon stormed off, yanking the pixie disguise off, which fell off and dissolved into smoke.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jax said. “Is he mad at me?”

“Stay there,” Thistle said. “I’ll be right back.”

He followed to find Moon standing in Mochi’s cat bed. He’d pressed his face into her side, like he was screaming into a pillow.

Thistle walked up and pulled his shirt sleeve. “Come on, Moon, don’t get mad at Jax. It’s not his fault.”

Moon pulled his head out of Mochi’s fur. True to his statement about allergies, his eyes were watery and he sneezed. “No, of course not, nothing could ever be the fault of poor innocent Jaxy!” Moon slapped Thistle’s hand away. “Why are you so excited about him?”

Thistle’s ears went down as he scowled. “Moon, come on. Don’t be like this.”

“I’d love to, if-”

“Moon, stop being jealous!”

Moon looked offended, hand on his chest. “Jealous? I am not jealous! I’m merely-”

He stopped. Thistle stared at him.

“You were supposed to cut me off before I could offer my explanation.”

“...what?”

“There’s no end to the sentence I’m merely-! I was counting on you to get mad at me and cut me off so I didn’t have to finish it!”

“Moon, can you please just be normal?” Thistle exploded. “Why are you like this?”

Moon drew back, his expression turning from exaggerated offense to genuine hurt. “I-I-”

Oh, no. No, no. Thistle had… definitely gone too far with that. “I’m sorry,” he rushed to add. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Go play with Jax, then, if you want to play house and be normal,” Moon snarled. He dashed up the stairs and out of sight.

***

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Ranking all the Jesuses from every version I've watched/listened to so far

without further ado let's get into it 🙌

Ian Gillan - 1970 Original concept album

The True Doer that you cannot outdo. The og who made this role what it is today. And since the og album was were I got my start and obsession with jcs, I have a huge fondness for him. There's just something so- so... about him. His vocals? Insane, fantastic, the golden standard. His Gethsemane is Everything. He raised the bar so high (literally lol) and made this role harder for everyone that came after him and I respect that. I also love his characterisation. He is a rockstar and he knows it. Adore this whiny ass messiah and his dramatics. 9/10

Ted Neeley - 1973 movie

Sad little mouse man. He's like some small rodent to me. His gethsemane is iconic, but beyond it I don't care to much about his Jesus. He's perfectly inoffensive, but I find him a bit boring. Poor guy also had the disadvantage of performing against Carl Anderson, who's too powerful and who commanded every scene he was in, outshining Jesus. Tedsus is not for me personally, but he's definitely not bad. 6/10

Camilo Sesto - Madrid 1975 album

I like him! He reminds me of Ian's Jesus but sadder (love to see it). Really good vocals. That 'POR QUE' ate. And his Gethsemane in general too. I don't have that much to say besides that, but Señor Sesto is really good in this role. 8/10

James Whitson - San Jose Civic Light Opera's 1990 production

Uhhhhhhh. Watched this in a discord watch party and for half of it we were thought this was Ted. It wasn't. Don't really know what to say, there wasn't anything really memorable or notable about him. Also has the disadvantage of being pared up with Carl Anderson, except it's even worse here. If Carl was anywhere near him, no chance I was paying attention to Jesus. Um... he chased Santa out of the Temple! That's something! 3/10

Steve Balsamo - 1996 London revival album

Steve Balsamo Jesus, my dearly beloved. How can you not love him. Just rewatch his Gethsemane for the 1000th time. His vocals are out of this world, man has organ pipes in place of vocal chords. Props to him for actually crying in gethsemane and still killing it. Absolutely fantastic. And his beautiful hair and those brown eyes really add to it. He's such a sad pathetic man, it's great. No complaints 10/10

Glenn Carter - 2000 movie

I'm shaking, please buy him brown contacts. I am a glensus hater, although I have to admit that during my second viewing I didn't dislike him as much. Easily my least favourite gethsemane (lmm excluded), except his delivery of "what you started, I didn't start it", that was surprisingly good. Again, I'm a hater but bonus points for the entertainment factor. 4/10

Paul Nolan - 2012 Broadway revival

BORING! Sorry your trouple doesn't save you from being so incredibly bland. It's like looking at a white wall that has just been painted over and you're watching it dry. Gethsemane is solid vocally, I like his interactions with others. But Jesus himself? No thanks. The staging of the crucifixion was so great, but then there he is with his mouth agape like a baby bird being fed and unconvincing "suffering". Also, no blood? 3/10

Ben Forster - 2012 UK Arena tour

THIS IS THE ONE. My roman empire. My most dear blorbo. He's been living in my head rent free for months. I love him so much. He's just so incredibly stressed out and angsty and pathetic and constantly on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. His gethsemane is my favourite. Just pretty much everything I could want from a performance of it. The way he curls up on the floor? The little moments when his voice breaks a bit from emotion?? The knee thing??? Great, fantastic, stunning, no notes. Also I adore his costuming, finally Jesus is given something more interesting. 11/10

John Legend - 2018 NBC

Hot take, but he's not nearly as bad as people make him out to be. He's just fine. I do enjoy his voice, Poor Jerusalem is especially good. Although I don't love his acting in the second act, but I really liked him in the first one. This Jesus just seems really nice and friendly and I love that. Gethsemane is solid vocally, even without the G5. Anyways he's not bad at all! 6/10

Andrew Latobesi - 2018 Villanova College

This was another wildcard from the watch party. Jesus didn't stand out much because we were all a bit distracted by Judi. And Mary. He was bland and the acting was not fantastic, but this is a high school prod, and for what it's worth he's not bad. Gethsemane was solid enough considering everything. The crucifixion surprisingly hit, good crying there. ??/10 since I don't think it would be fair to rank him against all those adult professional performers.

Jack Hopewell - 50th Anniversary North America tour

The only Jesus that made me cry while watching. He suffers real good (and looks very pretty while doing so). He's just so- so... I just wanted to wrap him up in a soft blanket and give him a kiss on the forehead and feed him soup. Tbh I think he's one of the best vocally too. His high note is my fav. Gethsemane in general is just great too. Love how much he's just some silly guy who then has to face the Horrors. He's just very cute :] 10/10

Jeangu Macrooy - 2024 Netherlands national tour

The most poor little meow meow Jesus ever. He's so pathetic it's great. Him smiling and being happy was also so cute. Really good vocals too, man killed those high notes. His gethsemane too... Jeangu Macrooy absolutely steels the show and it's fantastic and incredibly heartbreaking. Want to see his performance again so so badly. In the meantime everyone should check out a snippet of his performance 10/10

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ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingreaux), (pl: adri and mallory [oc]) source: original content word count: 947

uhhh UHHHHHHH

you know >_>;

Also introducing an old oc of mine, Mal. She's super goth, and a trans woman who changed her name to Mallory Practice because she's a badass that does burlesque and thought her stage name would be cool to have legally. Her gimmick is sexy nurse. I love her to pieces.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

"I'm gonna go take a smoke break, actually maybe watch the counter for me?"

Adri's head abruptly lifted from the surface of the checkout counter, unflatteringly disoriented.

"Wha? Oh shit, yeah okay, Mal."

Mallory regarded him behind raven-colored bangs, her ever-crimson lips pursing into a line.

Then she huffed.

"Not that it matters, your boyfriend has been chatting up the clientele the whole time you were dreaming about him."

The comment was brazen, and Adri's face went red.

"D-don't say that word, Mal!" he hiss-whispered.

He could FEEL Mallory's eyebrow raise despite being unable to see it.

"Say what? Boyfriend? That's like, what he is, right?"

Silence.

"Stop denying the boyfriend allegations. Doesn't he like, live with you? I told you how fucked that is, right? Because that's kinda fucked. You met him like what, a few weeks ago? A month tops?" Mallory's tone wasn't judgmental so much as blunt.

Technically, and he would never tell Mallory this, Akingraeux had moved in only a couple DAYS after they had met. Per their… Arrangement. But he couldn't exactly say, 'Hey, he's an old god that's starved for faith and I'm stupid and gay, so I said I'd give it to him.'

"Well he's… It wasn't in a gay way, he just needed a place to stay. He was… Inbetween homes? A-And he works from home, so how is he supposed to do his job if he's homeless!" Adri realized he had descended into frantic rambling, which was never a good look in Mal's eyes.

"Right," was all she said and this time, there WAS a tint of judgment to her words. Then she sighed, pulling out a box of menthols and shaking one out. "Well, if slash when he turns out to be a jackass, I'll totes drag him out of there by his hair if I need to. Though he kinda looks like the type of guy that'd like that."

"MAL!"

"ADRI!"

Adri's pout incited a Mallory smirk before she made her grand exit towards the back of the gallery. He made sure the clicking of her heels was out of hearing range before he came from behind the counter and made his way to the front of the shop.

Aki was there, his arms folded over his chest as the bell over the door rang, signifying that someone had just left.

"Stop scaring off the customers," Adri commented, crossing his own arms and craning his neck to look up at Aki as he stood beside him.

"I'm NOT! It's so hurtful that you would say that, have you considered people might actually want to come talk to me?" Aki mock-pouted, contrastingly wrapping an arm around Adri's shoulders and giving him a little shake as he was wont to do.

Adri couldn't help but crack a small smile, his cheeks heating up.

"Was that Kylar, then?"

"Del, actually. Birthday shopping and all that jazz."

Adri blinked.

"Oh shit, is Kylar's birthday coming up or something?"

Nodding, Aki screwed his mouth to the side thoughtfully.

"Yeah, wondering if we should get him something and/or what."

Adri mimicked the expression, finding himself leaning into Aki's side. He was always so warm. And he smelled nice. And-

"Uhhh, we could cut out the semantics and let him have first pick next market? No charge, obvs," he managed to keep himself from sounding flustered, though his face had reddened marginally.

"COOL, SO GLAD I ASKED YOU TO DO YOUR JOB, YOU'RE THE BEST, ADRI!" came Mal's voice from the back of the shop.

At the sudden scolding, Adri winced but smiled all the same.

"She's not being cruel, that's just her brand of affection. Buuut I'm sure you're acquainted enough to know that by now."

"Oh yeah, totally. You introduced me to your friends, biiig step. We'll be wed in no time," Aki squinted with an instigative grin, and Adri knew that he could feel the way his heart thumped wildly at the comment.

"N- Y- I-"

"Shhhh, don't talk. You're just so sexy when you speak eloquently to me," Aki mercilessly continued his onslaught of teasing.

"S-Stop it! You're so mean to me!" Adri ultimately pouted, ducking out from under his arm and standing with his back facing Aki.

Aki laughed, returning his arms to their position over his chest.

"Don't say that so loud, Mal might drag me out of here by my hair."

"She said she thinks you'd be into that."

"Oh, I am."

Checkmate, Adri's face burned again.

"I'm gonna goooo back to the gallery, I think some of the prints need restocked," he half-muttered.

"You want me to stay out of your way?" Aki inquired with a tilt of his head.

Silence.

"Ohhh, you want my company. How veeeerrry scandalous, being on the clock and all."

"D-Do whatever you want!" Adri whirled around now, biting his lower lip in embarrassment.

"Hah! What I want," Aki approached, his torturous advances continuing as he tilted Adri's head up, "is to spend a little quality time while you do what you love."

Adri hadn't expected something so romantic, his wide eyes blinking. He was unaware of how those eyelashes fluttering affected Aki, whose smirk widened further only slightly.

"O-Okay… Thanks," was all he could bring himself to say, turning his head to the side, as was the only way he could escape eye contact.

Aki let out another 'hah!', releasing Adri's chin to ruffle his hair.

"Of course," he replied, passing Adri as he began to make his way to the gallery. He paused, turning his head around enough that Adri could make out a pleased squint through a gap in his hair. "That's what boyfriends are for, right?"

#self ship #self shipping #virus fics #the reveries of my mind

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What do you think would have happened if Nerevar survived Red Mountain? How would the Chimer treat him?

i think i've mentioned this before but. i think it would have gone uhhhhhhh bad.

see before nerevar, the chimer and dwemer did not get along. the chimer were typically quite religious and worshipped the good daedra. the dwemer didnt actively worship any daedra or aedra; they had no need for it and would at times actively antagonize their chimer cousins' gods to prove the gods were fallible.

but the dwemer had a lot of power behind them in terms of machines and a lot of land, stretching underground between vvardenfell to the heart of skyrim. and the chimer were currently being occupied by the nords for reasons they didn't know. if nerevar wanted to truly drive them out he would need to do more than just unite resdayn but ally himself with the dwemer to bring them into their cause and fight united. which a lot of chimer probably didn't like. they didnt get along with the dwemer at all and the chimer and dwemer did not see eye to eye. but they came around to the idea because nerevar basically said "look. dumac and i are friends despite our differences. we have a common goal. if we can be friends and work together, you can tolerate the dwemer and learn we can be so much more if we set aside our differences."

when the dwemer were found to be making the numidium it was seen as a huge betrayal. not just of nerever, but to every chimer. this was proof the dwemer could not be trusted, at least to them. i dont personally believe kagrenac had any ill intentions making the numidium besides personal defense and basically as a way to prove they could do so even if they wanted to. we dont know if tensions between the chimer and dwemer were rising or if this came out of no where either. but i cannot stress enough how dangerous the numidium is: it is catastrophic if used incorrectly. in c0da it has literally destroyed nirn and made it inhabitable. this is like finding out your allies who live on the same land as you have made fucking nuclear weapons "just because" and then have actively denied having it and call you insane for saying they did. it looked like, to the chimer, the dwemer were intending to annihilate them.

which then brings into question nerevar. nerevar was the most hurt by dumac denying the existence of the numidium (again we dont know if he knew or not, he could have been ignorant to what kagrenac was doing), and nerevar was the one who rallied them into war against the dwemer. the war of the first council was absolutely horrible. house hlaalu, one of the founding great houses of morrowind, lost almost all their warriors. entire families were wiped out. the dwemer machines were decimating people. we dont know what exactly kagrenac did to the heart of lorkhan--maybe it was a last ditch effort to power the numidium and wipe all the chimer out, maybe it was to try and help the dwemer escape to a higher plane of existence, maybe it was something else entirely. but they all vanished. the war was officially over--except now there might be nords and orcs also involved i guess so there may be stragglers theyre dealing with on that front.

if nerevar survived entirely, i think it's very obvious what would have happened. because it was his idea to ally with the dwemer in the first place, it would be seen as his fault the war of the first council happened. sure, they probably wouldnt have driven out the nords, but by this point i think a lot of chimer would have probably believed there was another way of accomplishing it without giving any power to the dwemer.

sermon 11 talks about this actually in the 36 sermons i think:

There is once more the case of the symbolic and barren. The true prince that is cursed and demonized will be adored at last with full hearts. According to the Codes of Mephala there can be no official art, only fixation points of complexity that will erase from the awe of the people given enough time. This is a secret that hides another. An impersonal survival is not the way of the ruling king. Embrace the art of the people and marry it and by that I mean secretly have it murdered.

here vivec is talking about how people's opinions always change. a true king understands people cannot be fixated on one thing forever. if your people love say, skooma, loosen legal restrictions. then people can have more and more. but take care to introduce a new, more potent drug, in a way murdering the skooma trade people so beloved. (analogy from the new whirling school who discusses the 36 sermons in more depth)

and nerevar is a folk hero: the mer who united the great houses of resdayn. the beloved warlord. the champion of azura. the son of boethiah. man who embodies the ideals of the good daedra. he has enamored his people, their biggest fixation and pride. what happens when he has fallen?

vivec knew (or perhaps later reasons) that killing nerevar was the best way to keep control over the people. make him a martyr, a saint, a hero. then move on to something else. and while that is probably exploitative, i can't help but see some of the logic in it. because without that, uhhhhh it would have gone to shit. the people would have all blamed him, and wanted nerevar's head on a pike. they would blame him for all of the deaths in the war of the first council, because there would be no war of the first council if nerevar had never made the council in the first place. maybe the dwemer would have never found the heart and made the numidium if he didn't give them the power and resources to do so.

and then the great houses, who were already only barely united, would dissolve into infighting and old rivalries, especially with new power vacuums being opened up within the houses and larger government. people would be fighting and killing each other for petty squabbles, and also because: there is a fucking giant world ending weapon in that mountain they want to get their hands on by any means necessary and figure out how to power.

as much as i hate to admit it, killing nerevar and becoming gods might have in fact been the best outcome. otherwise i do think the chimer would have wiped themselves and at least half of tamriel out (if they didn't cause landfall entirely). nerevar would have died by the hands of a mob, or lived in exile and disgrace, being blamed for the fall of his people. with the tribunal they control the tools of kagrenac, keep the secret of the heart of lorkhan, and guarded the heart. by introducing new living gods who could preform miracles they shifted away the anger enough to keep people from outright trying to destroy every other faction in morrowind/resdayn. they made that anger productive, and made a new scapegoat with house dagoth (which. also was shitty of them).

i think killing nerevar was a mercy. preserving his legacy and honor rather than letting him live in disgrace. keeping the peace of their people. protecting them. it was horrible, yes, but there was no real solution where everyone was happy and no one dies. not in this story. i have speculations on if the tribunal knew that at the time or not, or if they were motivated solely by personal gain, but it is the truth.

maybe there were other ways out and other ways the story could have played out. other solutions where nerevar could keep the peace and stop the fighting. but after the tribunal used the tools (called "the red moment") history kinda rewrote itself and the world shifted so that was the ONLY outcome that ever could and would exist. so it is impossible to say. maybe circumstances in a different timeline could be more favorable, but i doubt it.

tl;dr: the chimer would have wanted nerevar fucking dead and then killed each other and potentially a bunch of other people with their in fighting and race to get to the numidium. nerevar would die or live in disgrace being branded as the man who was responsible for the downfall of the velothi people. the chimer were petty and rude and violent and vengeful and would not have taken it laying down.

#morrowind #nerevar #tesblr #tes lore #the tribunal #ALMSIVI #the 36 sermons of vivec

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silentreigns · 10 months

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Thoughts and opinions on that F1 Nation podcast that just dropped

I listen to f1 official podcasts pretty often and I was intrigued by what Christian Horner had to say about the latest news so here we go. The timestamps are from 14:55 - 28:00 if you're trying to listen on Spotify. I only screenrecorded a small section that stood out to me.

Christian Horner did not say Yuki's name ONCE. And I have a problem with that. And this implies a couple of things: Yuki isn't even considered in RedBull's long term plans. Like Christian explicitly said that this AlphaTauri run is a test to see if Daniel would be ready in 2025.

They talked about how the discussions for the 3rd redbull driver thing came up in Mexico 2022. And I have already discussed how I feel about that GP on other posts. I just found it funny I that I made long posts about it, not thinking it will be brought up by official F1 media today.

If Horner had reservations about Nyck de Vries, why was he allowed allowed in the AlphaTauri seat? Because Helmut Marko is an idiot who can't think about the long term plans. I feel like he just does shit on impulse and if his unreasonably high expectations aren't met, he sacks drivers in the most unprofessional manner.

Helmut Marko you suck at your job and you should retire with all these poor driver showings that have happened under your supervision

Christian Horner also didn't say anything along the lines of "best wishes for Nyck de Vries for his future endeavors" maybe WWE spoiled me too much but I would expect someone in a high position of power from a notable company to make some kind of statement like it.

I don't think RedBull have even considered the possibility of Checo bouncing back. They mention supporting him but I don't feel like those words are genuine. Like he's not even in RedBull's future plans past 2024. What if bro doesn't even want to retire and still wants to be on the grid? I guess that doesn't matter... people have already decided that he's getting the chop with everyone making guesses on the 2nd seat in 2025.

Horner says that Daniel's 7th lap would have put him in the front row for Silverstone's quali. But I read online that he set a laptime of 1:27.415, which would have put him in front of Alex Albon in p8. I do know that he was testing harder compounds during the tests because Pirelli want to ban tire warmers (and I can do another rant about the new tire regulations that might be coming in). But I am still confused, was that variable factored in by Horner's statement?

I rolled my eyes so hard at this part like uhhhhhhh if you say so girl. It's hard to believe this given the team's history. These words are kind of empty because they feed drivers who are struggling to adapt with the car to the wolves (the media).

RedBull will hyperfocus on the results produced from here to Abu Dhabi. Yuki outperforming the McLarens in the earlier races (this is an example) will mean ~nothing~. If I were them, I would give Yuki a run in the RedBull to really gauge where he's at compared to Daniel.

What is the plan if Yuki and Daniel go 6-6 in head to head competition? My guess is that it will be good enough for them to really consider Daniel for that 2025 seat. They are really pushing for him. Just look at how much media coverage this is getting.

#f1 #formula 1 #christian horner #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #nyck de vries #sergio perez #checo perez

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tarisilmarwen · 10 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "The Forgotten Droid"

Chopper goes on an adventure and makes a friend!

Already putting our Quasar to good use I see.

And Hera's using the map data from the ritual in "Legends of the Lasat", nice nice, love that that little element came back.

Hi Ketsu, not that it's not nice to see you but again I am sorely missing the legwork behind why you're buddy-buddy with the actual legit Rebellion this time. And NO the Forces of Destiny shorts do not count, you can't rely on outside material to fill in the gaps for you in a story that you're supposed to be telling in the main work.

The Sequel Trilogy was really bad about this and frankly some of the live action shows suffer a bit from this as well *coughbookofbobafett*.

Rebellion immediately running into the logistics problem that their carrier needs a lot of fuel, lol.

You know what I'm going to say, this is a really pretty location.

-squint- Do we revisit this station in "In The Name Of The Rebellion" or did we just reuse these assets?

Sabine patting Chopper on the dome. <3

Lol Chopper just full-body yanking on Ezra's leg to get his attention. And then Zeb and Ezra roasting Chopper. Such a sibling thing to do. XD

Chopper shows a remarkable array of emotion for an orange box.

Oh hey a fanfare! Haven't had one of those in a while.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Leftover smoke from Chopper's rocket following his wake.

Offscreen blaster shots immediately after the scene where Kanan cautions them to do things quietly lololol.

I love this gag. This episode is hysterical.

The little "arm movements" with Chopper's manipulators is really good, like right here it's a very clear, "Uhhhhhhh-oh." gesture.

Lol the Stormtroopers immediately assuming that the leg strut theft and the fuel theft are related.

I mean they are but still.

I really like this location.

These background Stormtroopers sound so tired at the constant Rebel activity lol.

Right, at this rate I'm just going to be laughing at everything I guess.

AP-5! I love him, he's so deadpan and anal-retentive about everything.

People are so mean to the droids in this universe sometimes.

And thus begins a beautiful friendship. <3

You can absolutely make out Chopper's dialogue in this episode.

Chopper and AP-5 bonding about being in the Ryloth campaign. <3

Oh hey, more examples of the Empire as the bloated state wasting useful valuable resources on menial tasks. (Applicable!)

Awww AP-5 telling his first lie.

I love the sheer Looney Tunes silliness of how Chopper "fights" the officer.

"Still a terrible plan." AP-5 how I love you.

Chopper's triumphant dome twirl when they jettison the cargo and troopers. <3

"No, the first one to the bridge is not the captain!" Chopper is an actual child lololol.

Ooooh that pissed look on Hera's face, ha ha.

Ezra still not enjoying leaving people behind.

They don't have time to debate it further as the Empire found Phoenix cell in the middle of its wandering through open space. (How it's not revealed but I don't blame people back when this first aired for thinking there was a mole and it was Ketsu, since she's the one who suggested the Yost system which we later find out was already compromised.)

AP-5 pettily dropping the leg so he can cheat and take the captain spot LOLOLOLOL.

Chopper calling AP his friend awwwwwwwww.

Ketsu's assistance gets the TIEs off their back long enough to dock with the stolen fuel.

"You owe me one." I mean... she really doesn't.

Hera just looooves her exciting landings huh?

Hera fullnaming Chopper lol.

AP-5 already being super useful to the Rebellion by relaying that Yost is Imperial-occupied and finding them a new planet on the fly.

LOL Chopper just whapping the officer with the leg.

Awwwwwwww AP-5! Choosing to help Chopper and calling himself Chopper's friend in return. <3

Ooof, ah yep, he dead. With a blunt force hit like that to the chest and head that officer is definitely 100% dead.

:((((((((

ATOLLON, YAY!

AP-5's okay! :D

Lol the confused looks on Kanan, Zeb, and Ezra as the droids immediately fall to bickering.

Droid shenanigan episodes can be hit or miss (see TCW fandom's hatred of the droid arc) but this is all win material for me, Chopper making a nuisance of himself is hilarious and adorable and his budding friendship with AP-5 makes the episode unexpectedly heartwarming in places.

Plus! We resolve that pesky season-long problem of needing a safe base and collect another ally. AP-5 doesn't get to come to Lothal alas, but I'm sure the Alliance put him to very good use doing inventory on Yavin. :)

Gonna see if I can knock out "Mystery of Chopper Base" today too.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #liveblog

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So, uhhhhhhh.

Howdy y'all. Been a minute since I've really been around here. I mean, yes I've been reblogging and stuff, but like...that's roughly all the time I've had to do? Just pop in for a bit or so, reblog and head off again.

Gonna do my best to keep it short, but I'll also put it under the cut to keep the base post short to most. Here goes nothing, I guess?

TL;DR: A family emergency back in June literally caused my entire summer, which I had originally planned to be my most creative and focused time for projects and art and stuff, to be watching after and living with a family member up until the first week of October to make sure they would be okay. I then took a week vacation this past week to visit my girlfriend and I was so relaxed I didn't do anything else, either. I am gonna need time to get back into the groove on here as I process and reassess what I wanna do for my blogs for the rest of the year and from here out.

To start, I am very glad that I made sure my great uncle was fine for sure, the whole time I was living with him. I just also realized that, now that it's over, being his immediate caretaker for three-to-four months? Life really stole my summer and everything fun I wanted to do this year. It sucks. It's not entirely his fault, but hrrrrmgle.

So, June. I was hearing how wet and frequent his coughs were and was trying to get him to go to Urgent Care/go see his primary (which he assured me he didn't have one when I always am the one making his appointments for him), but he continued to refuse and fight me the entire way. He does this to everyone who tries to tell him how to do something he doesn't want to hear, so I just took it and knew he'd realize sooner or later this was a losing battle on his side.

That came the day he went for his dentist appointment and he ended up having a cardiac episode in the chair before they started. They called me right back and I took him to the hospital. They gave him so much stuff to bring his heart rate down, like holy shit. Thankfully, since the dentist didn't start with anything, there was nothing to worry about with drugs fighting with other drugs. I stayed there until his stepdaughter finally got off of work and I was allowed to go home after a pretty draining and traumatic day.

Oh, that reminds me. I said it wasn't wholly his fault about how this summer turned out. That's because there's another character here, his stepdaughter. She will be referred to as S from here out. While I'm at it, Great Uncle will also be R and S' daughter will be K. K is pretty cool, though, so you probably won't see her here as much as the other two, considering.

So, S is an interesting lady. She is about as old as my mother and acts like she's 22 still. Nothing against her wanting to be that way, but it made it very difficult to genuinely talk with her or see her at any point that wasn't on her time and when she was in town. Most of the summer, she barely came to visit despite everything. Every weekend, she went out partying or camping or out of town/state because she couldn't handle all the stuff with R. You can guess who that fell to, obviously. And the fact that S assumed I was gonna take care of him for her anyway, bleh. Yes, as he's family and I care about the people I care about, but assuming all that and I had to find this out later and from someone else? Not a great impression there.

Took a dinner break here, so where was I? I visited him in the hospital when I could, mostly. He was moved around so much and going through procedures and the like I barely caught him in passing. The day he was let out and moved to rehab, however, I was sure to go visit him ASAP. I made sure he was settled, met the nurses taking care of him and the schedules for medication.

He didn't have an amazing time there, according to him. However, this is because of two very important details: He didn't want to be there and wanted to be home already and that he needed to complete rehab to get home. You can probably imagine where this is going, yes. He refused to do his bare minimum of exercises and the like and then wondered why they were keeping him longer, even though they wanted to see him go and make a full recovery.

Another detail that's important is that one of the doctors in the hospital sent him to rehab with a defibrillator vest. This doctor apparently didn't explain it to him, any of his nurses at the hospital, none of them at the rehab center and most of all, me. So, this was a 6-pound burden for us all that reeeeally pissed him off especially. The damn thing would beep for any reason and while there was a book for each beep, every message shared the same beep! You wouldn't know the reason until you cross-checked the manual! And the damn battery pack kept nailing him in the shin, too. Augh.

Eventually, after a short time and a big tantrum from him that required S and I to be there for his patient review (in which S also had a breakdown because of this), he finally realized he couldn't get out until he kept the vest on and did the harder exercises to build up enough strength to be let go to go back home. And then he was, about the second to last week of August. And that's when I moved in to be his caretaker and help him with stuff around the house while he got used to it again.

The longest part came next, all his follow-ups with doctors he saw in the hospital to give him a clean bill of health to drop the defibrillator vest fully or drop it to get an internal one installed. All these follow-ups took end of August through to the end of September and his patience for everything was so worn thin. Every little thing agitated him and he never wanted to do anything extra outside of what he HAD to do. It was very frustrating for everyone involved trying to help him, myself included.

Finally, we came to October 2nd. The day he finds out about the vest and his medical stuff going forward. We go in and see the doctor. He's a very nice man and he's doing his best to do his job and let R know that, while he should be okay to take off the vest now, he needs to still be careful as he could plummet in health at any moment if he overdoes anything or even does super nothing (ya know, stagnant type nothing). Of course, R only heard that he could take the vest off and that's what he was waiting for. He was suddenly very energetic and headstrong that the doctor then quickly tried to let him know we'd still need to see him in a few months and make sure everything is okay. He even offered we come in later in the week for him to get a light defib shock to fix his heart rate from afib.

This, of course, is not what R wanted to hear. He was done, as far as he was concerned, and didn't want to do anything else. It started with a 'No.' and soon turned into a full screaming match, only from his side, to the doctor just trying to make sure he'd be alright going forward. Once the doctor realized there was nothing he could do to change R's mind, mostly from a motion from me that it wasn't worth the argument, he dismissed us as professionally as he could and everything. We left and I grabbed his card, just in case anything happens, ya know?

We're downstairs and he's so proud of himself for that outburst. He got what he wanted to hear and wasn't going to take anything else for anything he didn't want to hear or realize. We went to lunch and I just sort of clammed up for the rest of the day because it wasn't worth the effort. He didn't apologize after he calmed down or anything. He was just so proud of himself and it pretty much made me feel nauseated.

Since that was just a week or so ago from this, he started to get a big head. He was good to go and didn't need anymore doctors or meds and or anyone to help him. He started getting visibly and vocally frustrated with me, so I figured that was a good time for a short break from each other. Went back once or twice to get my stuff like clothes and food from living there for two-to-three months and then saw him off that last Saturday for October 7th. I was so anxious and everything, especially with hoping he'd be alright while I was gone.

I told S and K I'd be taking a week vacation and then go back to pre-cardiac episode (once a week every Wednesday or whatever day if he had appointments). Never heard back from S, but I thanked me for everything I had done all summer and said my kindness and love would be paid back in time. One of my great aunts, married to one of R's brothers, said the same thing. I believe them both when they said that too. I didn't need it, but I guess affirmation and validation that I did a good thing was worth it, after all it had taken out of me.

And then I went to Missouri to visit my girlfriend (@somechubbynerd ) for a week. I was so relaxed and so forced to not do anything I didn't have to that I sort of just existed in a time and limbo of bliss? I have high anxiety as it is and, not feeling it for the first time in years, I sort of didn't know what to do with myself?

My girlfriend helped loads with that, though, by guiding me through places she wanted to take me and spend time with me. We cuddled and watched YouTube together. We baked cookies and made a chicken fettuccine dinner together. We went to the zoo together and then to one of her favorite restaurants in the same day. She made me so at ease and helped me be myself for once that I sort of just was so mind-numbed into pure bliss and peace with myself.

It felt great, looking back, but I just genuinely didn't know what to do about it. I hadn't felt that in years and I am still feeling it as I write this now. It feels so nice and so calming. This is awesome, given that I actually went in to urgent care for a panic attack that was gonna put me out for a few days, back in June/July. It sucked so much, but I'm glad they helped me recover so quickly. I couldn't afford to be down for too long. I am so essential to everyone around me and to be there for them, even if I know that they all can't always be there for me.

My girlfriend, as well as a few others, made me realize I probably need to start saying no more. Not because it's to be a bastard, but I can't give myself away like this again and again and get so little in return or no time to recover from the last thing. Obviously, I should still do stuff on a basis I choose, but yeah. Maybe I should say no a little more. It also made me realize that, while not anyone's particular fault, my summer was stolen from me. This summer was planned between my girlfriend and I, as well as a few mutual friends, to work together on art, writing and projects we have been invested in for a year or more and have to keep putting off due to life and work stuff. This was gonna be the summer we were all available...and then we weren't.

I'm still processing these last three months and the year or more so far, since I finally had a break long enough to realize what's going on with myself and my life and someone to bounce my thoughts off of that I couldn't with family. It has opened my eyes a bit more about my circumstances and what the near future might hold for me. I miss my girlfriend so much already and I felt so bad I wasn't crying as much as she was when she had to drop me back off at the train station, but I guess I was still processing it too?

Yeah, still processing things. Probably for a bit, too. I'll probably need some time to ease back into things here. All my blogs and what I was doing before sort of disappearing for a long time and also being interrupted from a lot of threads I wanted to continue or even start. I hope you all can be patient and understanding with me and I'll do my best to do the same. I love y'all and nothing will ever change that, okay? I just need some time to figure myself out again. Yeah. Just need more time...

#the goober speaks #irl stuff #long post #auuuuugh

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Can I

Media - Star Wars The Force Awakens Character - Petty Officer Thanisson Couple - Thanisson X Reader Reader - First Order Prisoner Being Transported Rating Smuttish Word Count 686

I sat inside my cell bored out of my mind, nothing but a bed built into the wall and a table by the door, I sat on the bed lazily in this scratchy red prisoner jumpsuit they supplied me with even if I had undone it and pushed it away as much as I could. I was being transported on the finalizer to Xmexa the prison planet in sector nine. They had always threatened me but I didn't think they really would... Until I... stole a blaster and tried to escape from the cells on the Tansmin docks.

The outer door opened and I wondered some first-order boy, He came through with a tray unlocking the electrified second door and heading in.

"Dinner. Prisoner 897."

"Thank you," I sighed, "You're not the usual one?"

"Humm? Ohh! A bunch of the troopers have reinforcement training." He says as he sets the tray on the table. "I'm a petty officer usually,"

"I see," I nodded,

He nodded and I noticed he was lingering, not sure why and then I noticed his eye line. He stood his eyes staring at my breasts where my jumpsuit was unzipped and pulled down, revealing my cleavage,

"Hey! My eyes are up here petty boy."

"Sorry!" He jumped looking away blushing, "Sorry I uhh..."

"What?"

"It uhhh I've been on the finalizer for two rounds now... kinda been a while since I uhh... you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah... sorry again."

"It's fine."

"what-"

"It's fine. I don't care." I sighed, "Look all you want,"

"Really!"

"Yeah," I shrug, "You've been on here a while and I'm bored out of my mind so go ahead."

"...You really don't mind?" He sheepishly stepped closer,

"Nope, Look all you like."

".... I ughh... thank you," He blushed quickly he knelt on the floor of my cell beside my bed and stared longingly at me and my body, I laughed and just let him clearly he was happy. I even spotted him drooling, "Can uhhhhhhh can I uhhhh I know its uhh-"

"You wanna touch them?"

"...Yes please,"

"Go on," I rolled my eyes,

"Thank you!" he happily jumped forward his hands grabbed my jumpsuit and he began to grope and fondle my breasts, "Uhh... Uuuuughhhh... Ohh fuck-"

"Really?" I chuckled,

"I have been stuck on this ship for two rounds of duty that's six cycles. and I share quarters with five other guys." He complained, "Please.... uhhh just let me have this,"

"Alright you have fun," I laughed,

"Could I uhhhh... could I take your jumpsuit off?"

"You can go on,"

"Thank you!" He smiled almost ripping open my jumpsuit to expose my bare breasts by how he was really drooling and breathing hard as he grabbed my breasts fondling them and groping them in his hands, I couldn't help but chuckle it was kinda adorable seeing him so needy, his hips even slightly bucking the more he groped, "can I uhhh can I please..."

"Yes?"

"... it's a long shot... but I am...Begging you... Please... can I..."

"whatever it is you can do it,"

"Really?"

"sure go on,"

"Ummmm!" He groaned as he moved and kissed my sternum keeping his head between my breasts as he fondled and groped all but motorboating me, it tickled so I laughed and petted his blonde hair,

"Whoa! You really are desperate aren't you?"

"Ummm mhm...." He groaned between kisses and gropes,

I chuckled and moved him away a moment making him whine but I moved my hand to my jumpsuit zip and pushed it as far down as I could pealing it off me and opening my legs, "You think you can last long enough for me too?" I asked him

he started with wide eyes and gulped, "Uhhhh... no." He said, "But I by god I will try!"

"You think you could... be my usual guard from now on? dropping off my food and such it would certainly keep us entertained for the rest of the trip to Xmexa"

"It would... Okay! deal!" He smiled climbing onto my bed to kiss me but he pulled back, "ohh uhh I uhh I don't know your name..."

"Y/n,"

"Hi,"

"Hi, and you are?"

"Ohh right.. Thanisson,"

"Pleasure so... shall we?" I rubbed my nose on his,

"Ohhh god yes!" He groans pulling me back to kiss him.

#tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #thanisson #officerthanisson

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 20/?: For the Future

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6 , Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

*Chapter does contain spoilers from “For the Future,” as will all future chapters.

“Ay, Madre de Dios,” Camila murmured, “He really did a number on you.” Her hands brushed his face. “Those bruises around your eyes… I don’t like this. I really wish you’d gone to a hospital.”

Jason stared intently at his knee, the only thing in the world that wasn’t blurry or spinning. “Mmmmmmmmm, psh, this is nothing compared to the time he stabbed me. Ow.”

“Sorry, but this is going to hurt a bit. It’s a wide cut, I need to stitch it shut.”

Jason hissed in. “Okay. Okay, do it quick, please.”

Willow took his hand. “Stay strong, lord of crows.”

Jason squeezed. “Thanks,” he squeaked at another pinprick. He shut his eyes, biting his lip to hold back any more sounds. Camila was quick and steady, and before he knew it, a gentle hand touched his shoulder.

“Jason? Sweetheart?”

Jason opened his eyes, then squeezed them shut when Camila’s face blurred and spun. “Mhm?”

“Can you open your eyes?”

“Please don’t make me,” he whispered.

“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?”

“Mmmmmmmmm…” Jason forced his eyelids open, blinking hard. “I’ve got it, it’s fine. Just… a little…”

“Jason?”

“Hm?”

“What was it you were saying?”

“Oh. Dizzy. It’s a little bright out here.”

“Mhm. Willow, do you know if are there any doctors nearby?”

Willow shook her head. “Maybe in Bonesborough we could find a healer, but not out here.”

Amity paced back and forth in front of the portal. “Luz has been in there a really long time, right? That’s not just me?”

“Maybe it seems like that to us, but there’s a time-warping effect inside?” Gus suggested, “We don’t know how long we were in there.”

“Well, Camila came through at the same time, so shouldn’t Luz be here? I’m pulling her out.” Amity reached through the portal. “Eugh, it feels weird,” she murmured, then pulled backwards.

Luz tumbled out, knocking both of them over. “Uh?”

“Luz!” Amity helped Luz sit up. “You were in there so long we—we thought you got stuck behind!” She cupped Luz’s face in her hands. “Are you… hurt anywhere?”

Luz glanced back to the fading doorway. “I’m… I’m fine.” She lowered Amity’s hand. “I saw something. Or… someone? But it was probably just in my head.” She climbed to her feet. “Any sign of… him?”

I’ll come back.

Jason shuddered, his face itching where Belos had touched him.

If he knew I followed him in…

“Jason!”

Jason blinked awake. “Ngh?

Hunter slung one of Jason’s arms over his shoulder, helping him to his feet. “We need to get moving. Belos has a head start, and…”

“Jason needs a doctor,” Camila agreed, “Argh, when I get my hands on Belos…” she twirled her bat. “Bam. This mama’s hungry for vengeance!”

Gus grinned. “Now that is a fight I’d watch.”

Jason took a couple of faltering steps with Hunter’s help. “Let’s get mo—” his right leg buckled, and Willow dashed forward to take his other arm.

“Easy. Here—”

The ground split beneath them, and vines twisted out of the dirt, pushing Jason up and moving him in a wave forward. The vines roiled and swayed beneath him, but Willow’s grip held him steady.

“Oh—thanks.” Jason closed his eyes again, shutting out the world that flashed by in a whirl of red trees and grass.

Keep it together.

Hold it steady.

The vines came to a halt, and Jason opened his eyes again.

A world of blue slammed right up against the usual red of the boiling isles. A sparkling star leapt across treetops, leaving behind a trail of light and sparkles that settled in pristine waterfalls.

“Uhhhhhhh…” Jason blinked, rubbing his eyes, but the blue and stars were still there. “It might just be the concussion. But…”

“No,” Hunter replied grimly, “I see it, too.”

“Ah. Fantastic.”

“Ahh!”

Camila dashed forward, throwing her arms out in front of them. “Kids, stand back! Who knows if that monster is alive or not!”

Amity winced. “Actually, the titan skull is normal. Everything else is…”

“Wrong,” Luz finished.

Willow shuddered. “Guys? What’s on top of the skull?”

Jason dragged his eyes up from the fields of blue to the skull, his heart throbbing in his throat. The skull was demolished, half of the bone gone. A floating ring graced the titan’s remaining horn like a crown, eerie and white against the blue backdrop of the sky. Of course he’d known that the skull was falling apart when he’d left, of course. But he hadn’t expected…

“Phoenix,” he whispered, “Phoenix was up there. Is he—”

He has to be okay.

He has to.

Camila promised he’d be there when I got back.

“I don’t know,” Luz murmured, “But maybe we can get some answers in Bonesborough.”

Jason half-slid, half-trotted down the slope of the hill. The sparkles were nauseating, glittering and pulsing and making his head spin and ache worse than it already did.

“Willow? Is there a way you can make… specific plants grow?”

“Yeah, is there something you need?”

“Aaaaany chance you could grow some sleeping nettles and dreamsbane?”

Her face scrunched up in a squint. “That’s an… interesting… request.” She drew a circle, and the plants popped up at his feet. “What do you-?”

Jason pulled three dreamsbane leaves and one sleeping nettle leaf and shoved them in his mouth, chewing and swallowing with a grimace. “Eugh, that’s bitter.”

“Ack! Jason!” Willow grabbed his shoulders. “I’m right here, don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I’m strong enough to carry you when you pass out.”

Hunter and Gus slid down the hill towards them. “What’s going on?”

“Jason ate sleeping nettles.”

“What?! Why?!” Hunter turned from Willow to Jason. “Jason, why?!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Jason rubbed his eyes. The world was still too bright and sparkly, but the headache was starting to reside, as was the sharp sting from the gash on his head. “If you eat sleeping nettles and dreamsbane in the right proportions, it makes a potent painkiller.”

Gus sighed. “Do we want to know why you know that?”

Jason chuckled darkly. “If Mole and Auric ask you to help them test out herb combinations, say no.”

Amity waved at them from ahead. “We’re almost there!”

“Almost… where?”

“Home,” Luz whispered from behind him. She pushed her way through bushes into a clearing where a massive stone house sat. Jason tilted his head back, staring up at a broken stained glass window. Graffiti covered the walls, and a single, round hole marred the door.

Camila frowned. “What is this place?”

Luz stepped forward slowly, as if in a trance. Her hand rested on the doorknob for a moment without turning it. Her shoulders rose and shrank in a sigh, and she pushed on the door.

Creaaaaak

“Welcome… to the owl house.”

Willow, Gus, Amity, and the Nocedas filed in, but Hunter stayed outside, pacing back and forth. Jason half-sat on the windowsill, watching him.

“How’s Flapjack?”

Hunter quit pacing and leaned against the wall next to the window. He opened up the makeshift sling he’d tied out of the top half of his costume, revealing the little palisman. Flapjack had gone completely dormant, green staining his makeshift bandages. Hunter gingerly stroked the palisman’s head.

“He hasn’t woken up. He’s stopped bleeding, but… Jason, how do I know if he’s just sleeping or if… if…”

“Hey—hey, he’s okay, Hunter. He just needs some time to heal. He’s still… mostly? In one piece. I mean, like, he hasn’t fallen to bits. He’ll be fine. I think.” Jason heaved a sigh. “I wish there was some kind of palisman doctor or something we could take him to.”

“What about Caleb? He carved Flapjack first, do you think he’d be able to help?”

Jason’s heart clenched in his chest.

“I…” He twisted the bottom of his shirt in his hands. “Do you think he’s…”

“Oh—I’m sure he’s okay, I mean, getting stabbed didn’t kill him, I doubt much could, right?!”

“Right, right, I just… do you think he waited?”

“What?”

“Do you think he waited for Phoenix and I to get out? I mean, I hope not, I hope he took everyone and left when the head started to fall apart, but… did they look for us? What if home got compromised? What if he left, and I can’t find him again?! What if… what if…”

Hunter pushed himself off of the wall, waving his hands. “Hey, no, Jason, I’m sure… he wouldn’t…” The color drained from his face, and he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh. Ohhhhhhhh. Jason, Belos is a liar, you know that, you can’t possibly think—”

“That’s the thing! I don’t know if he was lying!” Jason buried his head in his hands. “I’ve heard that story a dozen times, about how Dad met Mom and left witch hunting behind forever, about how Uncle Belos couldn’t accept his new life and chased him down and ended up trying to kill him, I’ve heard them tell it so often, but I never thought to ask…” Jason dragged his hand down his face with a groan. “I always assumed that Dad told him, and he just didn’t agree. But what if he didn’t? What if Dad just… left? Without letting him know why? What if he did just abandon him?”

“That doesn’t excuse what Belos did to him, to us.”

“I know. I know that. But…” Jason sighed. “I don’t know, I guess I always thought Dad was the good guy.”

“He still is. He’s just… complicated.”

Jason leaned his head against the cool windowpane. “There’s so much I want to ask him.”

“You’ll get the chance. You’ll find him. And the rest of your family.”

“Mmm.” Jason lightly socked his arm. “At least I’ve got you, huh?”

“Sap.” Hunter twisted his hands. “Speaking of… him… would you really have done it?”

“Done what?”

“Traded yourself? For me?”

Jason sighed. “It… wasn’t that simple. If I’d offered him an outright trade, he would have known I wasn’t really on his side, and he would have found a way to double cross me and get both of us. I had to make him think that I wanted to go with him regardless, and then convince him that it was just a bad idea to have you along so that he’d let you go. So… I couldn’t really ‘trade’ myself for you.”

“Oh. That’s… pretty smart. I guess that’s why it came so close to working.”

“I just… I couldn’t let him get that titan’s blood, even if it meant giving up the ruse.” Jason rubbed his arm. “But… yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, if I had been offering a trade, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I promised Phoenix that I’d keep you safe. And I want to keep you safe.” Jason sighed again. “I’m sorry I failed in the first place.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

A spark of blue streaked across the sky, and Hunter’s spine went rigid. “Was that-? HEY! IT’S EDA AND KING!” he yelled.

The door slammed open, and the others sprinted out to meet them. Hunter pointed to the blue thing. “They were on that shooting star!”

Jason squinted. “How did you see them?!”

“I don’t have a concussion and I didn’t just down sleeping nettles.”

“Fair enough.”

“More importantly, how are we supposed to follow them?!” Camila demanded.

Jason and Hunter both huddled up close to Willow, while Luz stood with Gus.

“Don’t worry,” Amity assured Camila, summoning her staff, “I’m a safe flyer.”

“Flyer?!” Camila yelped.

Willow summoned her own staff. “I think all three of us should fit. You can do it, right, Clover?”

The palisman buzzed in affirmation, and Hunter pushed Jason on behind Willow. “I’ll stay on the end to keep you from falling off.”

“I can—”

“Head injury!” Willow reminded him.

Jason sighed, and let Hunter get on behind him. “I’m fine.”

Hunter clicked his tongue as they took off. “Head wounds result in dizziness, confusion, and often lapsed judgement. Since you’re having trouble walking, I don’t think you have great control over your limbs right now. Even if you took painkillers, that doesn’t heal you.”

“If you were on my flyer derby team, you’d be benched,” Willow agreed, “It’s okay, you can rely on us!”

“I don’t like this team-up very much,” Jason grumbled.

Willow swooped through the sky, coming to a stop in a town square. The streets were empty—not a single witch or demon in any of the stands or houses.

Or, at least, that was what Jason thought until Camila screamed. He whirled around to see her backing away from a lamppost, then quickly hiding her bat behind her back. “I—I mean… hello, good sir? Heh?”

Luz pressed on, trudging through the streets. The others were quick behind her, but no matter where they looked, it was empty streets, empty stalls. Just endless boarded up windows and graffiti. And if the blue star from earlier had landed here, it was gone now.

“Where are Eda and King?” Willow asked.

Gus shuddered. “Where is… anyone?

Jason brushed his hand over graffitied lines. Hide your children.

“What happened here?”

Hunter stuck his head in an alleyway. “Something’s coming!”

Gus gasped. “Witches?”

“Demons?” Willow guessed.

“No, it’s… sparkles?

Hunter yanked his head out of the alleyway and started to run. He was followed by a wave of blue, gold sparkles glimmering and rushing through it like fish in an ocean. Jason whirled around, motioning everyone towards another alleyway.

“Go, go, go!”

Hunter grabbed Jason’s arm as he passed, yanking him into the alleyway. Jason squeezed his eyes shut, turning his face away from the dizzying display. The afterimage of the wave danced across the back of his eyelids, burned in.

“Jason?” Hunter whispered.

Jason opened his eyes again. The town had been completely transformed, full of bright pastels and rainbows. And… people. Or, at least, Jason was pretty sure they were people. They didn’t move, instead just stood, as if posed and held by wires.

“What’s wrong with them?”

Willow gasped. “Dad?!”

The people shuddered to life, and immediately started screaming, running around the square as if there was an invisible box keeping them from going into any of the houses, or down any other streets.

Willow dashed forward, trying to push through the streets towards one of the puppets. “Stop! It’s me!”

Hunter ran out after her. Jason started to follow, but one of the panicking people immediately slammed into him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Jason’s head hit the ground, and he wheezed, the pastels blurring and tilting out of place. Their glowing eyes stared lifelessly into his, their jaw still open and screaming.

Jason shoved at them, trying to push the witch away, but they kept moving as if they were still up and moving around. And their body didn’t feel like flesh, it felt… hard. Like wood, or maybe porcelain.

Luz and Amity hauled the witch off, dodging flailing limbs. Jason scrambled backwards, not trusting himself to balance on his feet. The moment Luz and Amity let go of the witch, they scuttled onwards as if the fall had never had happened.

“What—” Gus yelped, “—was that?!”

Hunter pulled Willow back to the alleyway just as a nearby wall exploded outwards, releasing some… creature. It was huge, and feathery, and… held together with stitches? Jason blinked, but the little white lines didn’t go away.

“Eda?” Luz whispered.

That’s Eda?

The creature shrieked, chasing the citizens around.

Do we help?

Will we just make things worse?

Can they stop running, even if they want to?

The beast cornered one of the witches, but before it could hurt him, a beam of light slammed into the ground. Jason buried his head in his arms, blinking spots out of his vison.

“Fear not, citizens of Bonesborough!” a high, young voice called.

Jason looked up, and his heart sank in his chest.

The Collector.

And King.

But Phoenix wasn’t with them.

The Collector hopped off of a star—the one they’d seen shooting over them at the owl house. “I’m here to stop this beast’s mad rampage!”

On the star behind him, King gave the Collector a thumbs-up. “I believe in you, Collector!”

The Collector beamed, shooting a return thumbs-up and winking. “Thanks, best friend! Light glyph, go!”

The Collector opened their palm, and bursts of light sparked out of their hands. Jason’s head throbbed, the starbursts throbbing in shifting color even after the light faded. The owl beast shrieked and fell to the puppets’ applause, and an elderly woman crawled out of the skin.

“Oh, hooray,” she said flatly, “I’m normal again.”

Jason’s jaw dropped. “That’s your Eda?” he whispered to Luz.

“No. That is not Eda.”

“That’s Terra,” Amity clarified, “The ex head witch of the plant coven.”

Terra straightened up with a groan. “Who’s got a pint of apple blood? Hoot hoot.”

The Collector groaned. “Time out, everyone, time out.”

All of the citizens went back to their stationary positions, and the Collector stormed towards Terra. “Terra, for the last time, Eda doesn’t sound like that! She’s got more of a—like a-a cool aunt vibe who pretends to be all cold-hearted but actually cares a lot!”

Terra crossed her arms. “Ugh, you’re a real thorn in my side, you know that?” She jabbed a finger at the Collector. “I’ve had it with you and your stupid little dog! Ugh, whatever. All I have to do is play Eda the Owl Lady and I don’t get turned into one of those things, right? Then let’s just continue.” She widened her eyes, putting her chin in her hands. “Ooooo, I like musicians!” she singsonged.

The Collector held up one hand, a crescent moon hovering above his palm. “You’re not being very nice.”

Terra’s eyes widened. “Wai—”

The moon shot out, slamming into her forehead. She shuddered, then went still, her body stiffening and going blank like the other witches around her.

Jason’s heart thumped so hard in his chest he couldn’t hear anything else.

Phoenix.

Mom.

Dad.

Cherry.

Silver.

Meleager.

Cyrus.

Horus.

Hamlet.

Sam.

Joseph.

Had this happened to them? They’d been right there, at the head, would they have had enough time to get out?

Did Phoenix even make it long enough to become a puppet?

Did the Collector even notice him, or did he fall?!

“Jason! Jason, breathe, sweetheart, breathe!”

Jason sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Strong, warm hands gripped his shoulders, and Camila’s eyes flicked across his face, wide and worried. “That’s it. Breathe. You’re okay.”

Breathe.

Just breathe.

“Where are they?” Jason choked. The square was empty again, the pastels turned back to muted colors.

“They’re gone. They flew off.”

Hunter paced the square. “We should follow them. Belos is probably trying to get back to the Collector!”

Gus shook his head. “I-it looked like they were… playing a game.”

“Yeah, with some kind of… messed up version of my life!” Luz sputtered, “King must have told them about our adventures!”

“Do you think everyone who was turned into a puppet gets locked in the Archives?”

Luz clambered up onto a crushed stone platform. “If they do, then that’s where we have to go.”

Jason staggered to his feet, leaning on Camila. “Let’s go. Let’s go now.”

I have to find them.

“You’ll never make it,” a voice echoed from the rooftops. Two teenage witches and a demon stared down at them, and the one in the middle, face marked by stubble, smirked. “Because you guys are LOSERS!”

Jason squinted at him. “…I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Mattholomule?!” Gus yelped, as the teen sputtered.

“Willow!” one of the other teens squealed, jumping down and slamming into her. “You’re here!”

“I’m here,” Willow agreed, hugging her back, “It’s good to see you, Skara!”

Hunter gestured at the town. “What happened? Where did you come from? How are you not…?”

The trio glanced at each other. “We should get moving,” Skara piped up, “We’ll tell you on the way.”

“On the way… where?”

“Hexside,” Skara called over her shoulder, “Come on.”

Jason let go of Camila, wobbling closer to Willow. “Are you okay?”

She caught his arm, steadying him. “I’m not the one who just had a panic attack. Or the one who can’t walk straight.”

“I know, I know, I’m not one to talk. But…” Jason fumbled over his next words. “Your dad… and you don’t know where the other one is?”

Willow’s grip tightened, just a little uncomfortable. “Yes. That… is… the situation I am in.”

“I just… I get it. Not… not knowing where your family is, if they’re okay, and knowing that some of them… aren’t okay. I understand. And… I know it’s hard. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m. Fine.” Willow’s fingers were digging into his arm now, and plants started to sprout at their feet. “I’m not the only one who doesn’t know where family is, I’m not the only one with problems, I—I—I’m fine.”

“Willow, it’s okay if—”

“Yep. I know. It’s okay if I’m not fine, but I am fine, so it doesn’t matter. I’m fine! I’m fine.”

Sure sounds like it.

Jason nodded along. “Mhm. Okey. But if you weren’t fine. Hypothetically speaking. Obviously you are. But if you weren’t. You could rely on us. You know? Lord of bats and house of crows, remember?”

“Right… Glad we got that cleared up.” Willow cleared her throat, turning her face away from him. “So, Skara, what exactly happened here?”

Jason sighed. So that had gone spectacularly. And if the plants still sprouting in their wake were any indication, she was only going to get worse.

Not that you can judge about pushing down your emotions, Jason.

Skara shrugged. “Since the golden guard—I-I mean Hunter—told us about the Emperor’s plan for the Day of Unity, Principal Bump allowed students and teachers to camp out at Hexside.”

“We thought we could handle whatever the emperor threw at us,” Matt piped up, “But when the draining spell hit… we realized things wouldn’t be quite so simple. After the adults recovered…”

Skara shook her head. “That’s when the Collector’s spies showed up. The grudgeby team snuck out and tried to hold them back, but…” She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Matt nudged her shoulder. “It didn’t work. Bump and the adults were turned into toys and taken away! We’ve been hiding here ever since. And somewhere along the way, I went from being Mattholomule to Mantholomule!” He stroked his chin, smearing his ‘beard’ across his face. Jason heard a snicker from Camila, and Willow made a face next to him.

“Shhhh,” Skara scolded, throwing out her hands and stopping them dead in their tracks. A blue star whirred overhead, its eye roving over the land. Mattholomule beckoned them forward, pushing a piece of wood away from the door of Hexside. Jason tilted his head back. Sure, he’d never been to school in his life, but this dilapidated building covered in graffiti and boarded up windows didn’t exactly seem like one.

“It didn’t use to look like this,” Willow whispered to him.

“Ah.”

Skara waved a hand back and forth. “We did a little redecorating these last few months. So let me welcome you… to New Hexside!”

She and Matt pushed open the doors, revealing the most bizarre bazaar Jason had ever seen. Students ran each other over and yanked resources right out of each other’s hands. Stands sold T-shirts and candy and what looked like they might be illicit potion ingredients.

“Mmm,” Gus gagged, “This does not smell great.”

The three from outside led them past squabbling students and ferocious anklebiters, halting in front of a statue depicting a witch doing a trick on a skateboard. The bottom read “In memory of the coolest principal ever, Principal Bump, AKA, Princey B.” Matt sniffed.

“This is a statue of Principal Bump, who risked his life for ours.”

Camila smiled. “It’s so nice to see teachers getting the respect they deserve. I think?”

Jason let go of Willow, sliding down the side of the statue with a sigh. His hand landed in something squishy, and he carefully stared up and away from the ground.

Don’t want to know, don’t want to know, don’t want to know.

“Willow!”

A girl in blue hugged Willow from behind. A scrunchie made of thorny vines graced her hair, and a fishhook stuck out of one ear. “I’m so glad you’re back!” She turned Willow to face her. “Your orchids have become sentient and started a war with a roving band of kindergarteners. Please help.”

Willow made a face. “I’ll take care of it. In the meantime, Viney, is the healing homeroom still operational?”

“More or less. We’ve tried to keep it a neutral first aid zone.”

“Great. Do you think you could help our friend Jason here? He’s got a pretty good concussion.

Jason gave Viney a thumbs-up from the ground.

“Yeah, I can take a look. Uhhh…” Viney glanced from Jason to Hunter and back again. “Soooooo, is he… oh, is he like that Phoenix guy?”

Jason surged to his feet. “Phoenix? You’ve seen him? Is he oka—agh—” Jason blinked back black spots, swaying.

Stood up too fast.

Viney whistled sharply. “Whoa—I’m sorry, Jason, I haven’t seen him since before the day of unity.”

Right.

Phoenix went to Hexside.

Stupid.

A griffin crashed down next to Viney, clucking and nuzzling her. “Ah, thanks Puddles. Good girl!” She tossed the griffin a treat. “Alright, up you go. It’s easier to get through the crowds this way, and I’m… not sure you should be walking.”

She hoisted Jason up onto the griffin, clambering on behind him. “Healing homeroom, Puddles.”

Jason buried his face in the griffin’s neck feathers. “Thanks, Puddles,” he murmured, “I know someone who’d be ecstatic to meet you.”

Puddles squeezed herself into a classroom, tilting to the side and dumping Jason unceremoniously on a cot.

“Puddles,” Viney scolded, “Sorry, we’re still working on being gentle with patients. Alright, let me just…” She drew a circle in the air, and her eyes glowed blue. “Mhm. Mhm. Oh, ow. Alright.” Her eyes faded back to normal, and she grabbed a potion and syringe. “Okay, Jason, along with a few broken ribs, and the gash I’m sure you’re very aware of, you’ve got a pretty bad fracture right at the base of your skull. Concussion, obviously, but the fracture is the real big issue. Luckily, I’m going to take care of it, you’ll be feeling better in no time. This is just gonna be a liiiiiittle priiiiiick—” Viney jumped forward, sticking him with the needle and pushing the plunger.

“Ow!”

“Sorry, the kindergarteners tend to get flighty when they need a shot, forgot I was dealing with a grown person.”

Jason blinked at her, his limbs going heavy. “Uh… what… was… in…”

Viney guided him to a lying position on the cot. “Just a liiiiiittlle sedative while I fix your skull. Nothing to worry about, I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine.”

“Just relax”

…

“Are you a traitor too, ear hook?!”

“Boscha, he’s not a threat, whatever the others have done. He’s badly hurt! Just let me heal him!”

…

… “-mora—”

“Go, go, we have to help them now!”

Jason blinked at the ceiling, his limbs still numb and heavy. “Hngh.”

“Heeeeeey, buddy.” Viney leaned over him. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmrrgh. Less dizzy?”

“I’ll take it as a win. I did most of the heavy lifting on that fracture and concussion, but you should probably get it looked at by another healer every so often until it’s completely healed. Bones take a while.”

“Mhm. Where… is everyone? Are they all okay? What happened with Boscha?”

“Oh. You heard that, huh?”

“Yeah—or some of it, anyway. What ha—”Jason’s finger twitched. “Oh—hey, look. I can move.”

“Yeah, sedative should be wearing off. Um, so, Jason. You… sort of missed a lot while you were out. Like, a lot. Luz and the others… left. They went to the archives.”

“What?!” Jason tried to sit up, but only ended up straining his head upwards. “Wha—No—Viney, you have to help me go after them, I have to—”

“Hold up. Gus left a message for you.”

Viney opened her hand, and an illusion of Luz, Hunter, Willow, and Camila appeared over it. Luz waved. “Hey! Sorry, Jason, we have to go, and you were still passed out when Viney left you. It was all pretty intense. My palisman hatched, Kikimora tried to kill us all, Willow nearly destroyed the tunnel system… it’s been crazy, and we have to go like now.”

Hunter nodded. “I know you wanted to come with us, but I think you should go find your Dad. You need answers, and you won’t find them up at the archive. It… might actually be better this way. You never would have left us if you were awake, but… I think you need to. If we see any other Grimwalkers at the archives, we’ll find a way to let you know, okay? Oh, and… Flapjack woke up just when I needed him. He’s still not fully recovered or conscious, but I’ve been able to use my flashstep magic, so I think he’s going to be okay.”

“You were right,” Willow piped up, “I wasn’t fine. I was… missing my family. And I know you’re missing yours. Go find them.” She squinted menacingly at him. “And don’t even think about following us because you think you need to protect us. I’ve got it, house of crows, you can trust the lord of bats!”

A smile worked its way onto Jason’s face, and this time, he managed to sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the cot.

“We’ll all watch out for each other,” Camila promised, “We’ll keep each other safe. Promise me you’ll look out for yourself?”

“He can’t answer you,” Willow whispered, “It’s not a call.”

“Oh. Still. If you can find any way to contact us and tell us you found your family, please let us know you’re alright.”

Tears started to bubble up in Jason’s eyes, and he reached towards the illusion, fingers stopping just shy of actually touching it. “Alright,” he whispered, “Alright, I promise.”

“We have to go,” Luz piped up, “Jason—we’ll miss you. Thanks for all of your help. When all this is over… we’ll meet up again, okay?”

“Yeah,” Camila agreed, “I’m looking forward to meeting your family. We’ll see you soon.”

The illusion disappeared in a puff of blue smoke, and Jason wiped at his eyes. “See you soon,” he repeated.

Viney lowered her arm. “You need a moment?”

Jason shook his head. “It’s a long walk. I need to get started.”

“Walk? You’re not walking.”

“Uh?”

Viney laughed. “Pflbt, you think I’d really let a friend of my friends walk all that way alone? Through Collector territory? When you’ve barely been here a day? Come on. You’re flying with me and Puddles.” She peered out the window. “Ah, alright, we can go now. The skies will be clear until morning.”

“What? How come?”

“It’s Collector’s bedtime.”

Jason blinked at her. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. Let’s go. Unless there’s still sedative coursing through your veins.”

Jason wiggled his fingers. “Mmmm, seems fine.”

“Great!” Viney yanked him up onto Puddles. “Sky high, Pudd—no, no, no, through the door, Puddles, through the—”

Puddles crashed through the window in a hail of broken glass shards, cawing and unfurling her full wingspan. Viney whooped as the griffin soared through the air.

“Awwww, good girl.”

“You’ve had to keep her inside?” Jason guessed, “Made her stir crazy, huh.”

“Yeah, griffins have to stretch their wings, but if she goes out in the day, she’ll definitely get caught. Where are we headed?”

“Nestled under the third rib. There’s a small town, and we live a bit out from there.”

“Third rib, huh? What a coincidence, that’s where Puddles came from!” Viney patted the griffin’s neck. “You ready to go home, girl?”

Home.

Jason mouthed the word to himself.

I hope they’re still there.

I hope they’re okay.

Viney directed Puddles down, steering her deftly between trees and finally coming to a landing with a jarring thud that rattled Jason’s teeth. Viney slid off, offering Jason a hand. “Shhhh, listen.”

The forest was much more quiet than it had ever been before. But even so, Jason heard a shout, and the sound of splintering wood, as if something was attacking the trees. He and Viney flitted through the trees like ghosts, ducking around and peering out to see if the area was safe before moving to the next tree. Another crack sounded, this one followed by the thud of a tree falling. Jason saw a blue star embedded in a tree, its eyes blinking repeatedly.

“What the…”

“Who-oa,” Viney gasped, “I want whatever can do that on our side! Come on!”

She darted forward, peering around a tree. “Oh! Jason, Jason, I found Phoenix! Hey, Phoenix!” she called, waving, “Do you remember me? Probably not, but I’ve got someone here who you will recognize!”

Jason sprinted towards her, stumbling to a stop at the top of a steep hill. Phoenix was at the bottom, two or three more stars lying prone in the grass around him. They were splattered with green, and as Jason watched, the green slowly removed itself, wriggling and moving towards Phoenix. Jason’s stomach dropped, and his heart thumped erratically in his chest.

“No,” he whispered, “No, no, no.”

Viney came up behind him. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

Jason threw his arm out to keep her from getting any closer. “We’re too late. We’re—that’s not Phoenix.”

Phoenix turned around to face them as the last of the cursed mud reattached itself to his arms, forming horrible claws and shifting across bone in a nauseating wave. Jason’s head throbbed, and the scar on his back burned like fire, itching and crawling.

I’ll come back.

“Belos beat us to them.”

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