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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months

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Heads up seven up

Thanks @heartofnovel for the tag!

Rules: find the words I give you in your WIP, then you tag other people with new words!

My words: feeling, grip, mess, brush

Your words: wonder, stop, cope, attempt

Tagging @thepeculiarbird @awritingcaitlin @hippiewrites @sleepywriter00 @finxi-writes @little-peril-stories @mrbexwrites @pluto-murphy-writes @jessicagailwrites

Keep reading for:

Scene with Jack being sad (oof)

Psychic battle (longish but I'm proud of it)

Rose and Maddie argue oh no (tiger)

The titular portal of TSP is named (yay)

Feeling - from School of the Legends Year One

“I wonder what’s at the top,” Beau mused. “Leaves,” said Jack. “And maybe birds,” Jill pointed out. “If it’s tall enough, clouds.” “Do you want to climb it to see?” Beau asked, eyes shining. “No, thank you,” said Jack, taking three steps backward. “Given my track record, I’m going to only be okay at climbing, and just one slip could cause me to die, so no, thanks.” He turned around and went back inside, passing his dad without a word. Once inside, Jack retrieved his backpack and went to his room, closing the door behind him. Jack dug through his pack, pulling out all of the results for all of his classes, frowning at the C’s and D’s marked all over them. It didn’t bother him. It didn’t. But for some reason, there was a sour taste in his mouth, and he had the sudden urge to crumple the papers or tear them apart. His fingers clenched the papers, causing them to bend and crinkle under his grip. He sighed, loosening his hold and resting his head against his hand. “I did my best,” he murmured to himself. “And that’s all they should be asking of me.” He lifted his head, not feeling much better. He set the papers on his desk--he’d show his dad later--and then sat on the floor against it. Outside his room, he faintly heard the door open and a chatter indicating conversation. There was a knock at his door--his dad letting Jack know that he was about to make dinner, and a request for Jack to come out and spend time with his cousin. “Alright,” was Jack’s reply, but he stayed on the floor for a few more moments before getting up to join everyone else.

Grip - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

Eomma put her hand on my leg suddenly. He knows. I felt a second presence attempt to push against Eomma’s block in my mind. Eomma strengthened her barrier, but that made the man push harder. I groaned, pressing my hand to my temple. At the noise, Xiang, whose family was still on, looked up. “You alright, Jedi?” they asked. “Yeah,” I said. “Headache, that’s it.” Xiang nodded and returned to their tablet. I felt the tiniest pinprick pop a hole in Eomma’s barrier. She sealed it immediately, but I then heard the man’s voice: I know what you are. My hands tightened into fists. Eomma’s grip on me tightened as she attempted to ward the man off. Now that he got the information, he was trying to get a hold on me, just like those other Inutilia kids. I felt trapped in the middle of a battle between the two telepaths. Every so often, Xiang would look up from their tablet and ask if I was certain I felt alright. I found it harder and harder to answer them. I just hoped they wouldn’t used their powers. I glanced up at Eomma, who was beginning to sweat. She groaned as she put her hand to her temple. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, they were glowing purple. Fighting against this man was beginning to wear her out. Eomma, I managed to signal. Please, you’re going to hurt yourself. Eomma shook her head, not being able to take her mind off of the protection on mine. I didn’t want to know what would happen if a telepath’s mind stretched too far. During the hours I’d spent reading all day, there were horror stories of telepaths literally ripping their minds apart. I shivered at the thought. I gasped. Eomma, we need to tire him out. We need to push him to his limits. Eomma nodded to indicate she got the message. I felt the shield around my mind tighten. Eomma reached out and grabbed my hand. I squeezed as tight as I could. Xiang, I could tell, noticed Eomma’s eyes, even when she tried to hide it. I felt my stomach sink as they looked down, as if contemplating something. They looked at their parents, both of whom were preoccupied in either sleeping or reading, took a deep breath, and closed their eyes. I felt a third presence, briefly, as it seemed Xiang sweeped our minds just long enough to figure out the gist of what was happening. Xiang opened their eyes, glowing purple, and I felt Eomma’s barrier strengthen by a small amount.

Mess - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Rose POV)

We all stepped into the hallway, looking around. It seemed Kelsey’s explosion had affected the whole building—not just the room we’d been in. “What could possibly do this?” Noelle asked. “Kelsey,” I stated bluntly. “She didn’t know what she was doing!” Maddie shot at me. “I didn’t say she did,” I said, shrugging. Maddie was being a child. I understood. Robbie made it way too ominous what was gonna happen to Kelsey. Like, he was probably trying to protect Maddie, but make it sound like there’s some hope, dude. “Then what are you saying?” Maddie got closer to me, glaring up at me. “That she did it!” “It wasn't her! She wasn't thinking!” Maddie let out a short scream of frustration. “Maddie, you need to calm down,” I said, shocked at her outburst. She wasn't like this earlier. Earlier she was the one being blunt. “You need to calm up!” I raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t make sense, but you get my point!” “Not really.” Maddie’s eyes were blazing, almost to the point where I swore they were glowing amber with rage. “Remember what I said earlier? You underreact to everything!” “This again?” I scoffed. “Fine. You wanna know why we’re in this mess? Why your precious Kelsey did this? Because you overreacted!” “I was right!” Maddie screamed as she shoved me against the wall, seemingly taller and stronger than I’d thought. “Besides, you’re the one who found the Gateway.” “We have no idea where Lexi and Ash are!” “Why do you care?” Maddie snarled, her teeth bared, almost sharp. “You only care about yourself!” That last word came out as a growl. Her eyes I now realized were glowing amber. Her teeth were growing into sharp fangs, and I flinched as the wire connected her braces snapped. Orange and white fur sprouted in patches along her body. She shoved me to the ground. I did something I hadn’t done in years: let my fear show. For it wasn't an eleven-year-old girl that now stood above me, but a great Siberian tiger.

Brush - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“Wait,” Rose said, putting her hand up again. “Do you hear that?” Everyone fell silent. Everything else was silent. No wind rustled the grass, no trees swayed. No birds chirped. Nothing. Noelle sighed, “I don’t he—” “Shh,” Rose hushed. She slowly moved forward, then sat on the ground on her heels. “Guys, come here.” I looked at Kelsey, who shrugged, and we cautiously walked to Rose, Noelle and Gwen right behind us. As we came closer, I could see a rock about two feet in diameter. Metal by the look of it. Only, it didn’t seem rusted at all, which was strange, unless it didn’t rain in this field. “Great,” Noelle said. “A rock. Discovery of the century.” She cupped her hands to her mouth. “Ladies and nonexistent gentlemen! Rose Hernandez found a rock!” “Don’t you hear it?” Rose asked. I wondered if Noelle’s tone bothered her. “Hear what?” Gwen whispered. She dropped her drumstick and quickly picked it up. “A humming.” We were silent again. “What humming?” Noelle asked. Rose looked up. “You honestly can’t hear that?” “No,” I said. Kelsey shook her head. Rose sighed and stood up, neglecting to brush the grass of her pants. “Well, wherever Lexi and Ash are, I think it has something to do with that rock.” “The rock?” Noelle said, not buying it. Rose slid her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “I mean, yeah. It’s buzzing, like the wall.” “I don’t hear any buzzing,” Noelle muttered. “Me neither,” I agreed. “I… don’t either,” said Kelsey. “Sorry, Rose.” Gwen cringed, now tapping the drumstick on her palm. Rose ignored us. “The wall ended up being a portal or something that led here. What if this is the same thing?” Gwen’s eyebrows shot up. Her drumstick stilled. “A portal? Rose, I’m sorry, what are you talking about?”

It's called The Secret Portal, Gwen, of course it is!!!

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lurkingteapot · 7 months

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I feel you linger in the air หอมกลิ่นความรัก Ep 7

This episode was both incredibly beautiful and incredibly, INCREDIBLY anxiety-inducing – I was waiting for the other shoe to drop right up to the moment the credits rolled. The realities of Khun Yai just not clocking servants as people were never quite as obvious as when he repeatedly insisted on variations of "nobody's here" "nobody's going to see" on a property FULL of people, and it did not help my apprehension.

I loved the way the intimate scenes were filmed! Moey and Ueangphueng and what I'm pretty sure was Ueangphueng switching into Northern Thai (which most of the servants speak and I don't think we've heard any of the family speak yet) was so sweet and I was so worried. And Jom and Yai … whoa. The way expectations/interpretation of Khun Yai's request that Jom rub oil on his back differed so much between them — Jom with his 21st century background clearly expecting it to go somewhere, Yai either just not thinking that far or chickening out. The way they intercut Jom's memory with the masturbation scene … man, this episode is gorgeous. Same with the dance scene at the end of the episode. The framing, the way it's shot … incredibly pretty. And then! the kiss and the eye contact and the silent agreement? that tiny, decisive nod?? WHOA. I've seen half-naked make-out scenes that weren't as charged as this. Incredible.

I'm ever more worried for next week because it looks like Ueangphueng and Moey are going to get in bad bad trouble :(

Lastly: as I've been told some people enjoy them, my live watch notes are under the cut.

This is in Thonburi? did Thonburi get mentioned before?

oooh so it's a news story.

"there's nobody here, no-one will see" incredible how Khun Yai just doesn't seem to see servants as people even when he's in love with one

the peekaboo framing is making me so nervous

that was a pretty modern story at the time the story played out, huh. published in the 1920s …

Jom's face is like told you so

annnd now he's said it

Ming my MAN

I love you so much Ming, and Prig, too

and they're like "fuuuuck they're in trouble"

MY FAVOURITE LESBIANS please let that scene earlier on this ep not have been foreshadowing, please, PLEASE

the intimacy of Ueangphueng switching into gammueang to reassure Moey!!

oh, this is a good kiss I really like how they both were so searching going in

oof those are some gnarly scratches? whip marks?

Ueangphuengggg don't make her retraumatise herself for your curiosity, ffs

Ueangphueng, you DID ASK

oh, this is a lovely way of expressing just how sensual an action that was. Gorgeous, and incredibly well acted imo

ahaha Yai chickened out, huh. or got overwhelmed by the horny radiating off Jom. He IS just a kid.

afsdfasdfsd these shots are really framed for maximum horn, huh.

SOMEONE's not used to being a servant, and the ones who ARE will definitely gossip about that

oh man, Yai, you're not helping

I can get ZERO read on how old Lek is supposed to be, because he LOOKS 10 but ACTS 5

Mingggg!

coming right out with the "it's about Khun Yai, right?"

Jom, Ming's your friend and on your side and you better get him in on this so he can help

a is that a ZIPPER?? on a KNITTED GARNMENT? what in the anachronism

ooof

Ueangphueng is so prettyyyy

oh this is gonna go wronggggg

"do you mean 'to the party' or 'here'?" I kind of like uncle Dech despite him being clearly dangerous, at least he doesn't, idk, beat around the bush

aaaah Ming, Moey is asking about herself, too

Moey, ILU. "it's normal, just being treated as though it's not"

Ming really has it hardest, poor boy

asasfadsfadsf Yai could you NOT cause a scene, tf

this is so annoyingggg I wish these boys would THINK, Khun Yai especially

he just!! STORMED OUT!!! people are gonna come looking! wtf is he DOING!

OH that cutscene holy shit this is EERIE. them in the quiet echoing hallway, with everyone looking on.

god this episode is artistic af

oh thank f someone in the background moved, the way they're all still makes it WORSE

oooh oh no now I'm sad

they're dreaming, huh? of everyone smiling and cheering them on. when it's not going to be that, in reality.

aasdfasdfasd he's RAPPING???

oh that's a KISS, wow

boys please get a literal room but WOW I do like this, even if it's probably-definitely going to blow up in their faces

god, the silent question and tiny nod!!!!!

#I feel you linger in the air #ifylita #หอมกลิ่นความรัก #ifylita ep 7 #bl watch liveblog #my nonsense

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not-poignant · 8 months

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I hope it's okay to ask, but how are things? Looking forward to Underline The Gold on Sunday so much

Omg I'm looking forward to it too

Tbh I'm up to chapter 8 on that now so we're ready to really start pushing ahead with some of the side stories which is exciting

As for me, it's been pretty rough, anon, not gonna lie. I'm going to put this under a read more because I'm pretty honest and also because there's more than one 'I might have cancer' mention among other things:

I kind of thought I was doing fine and then it all got on top of me a couple of days ago and (self-harm mention) I ended up self-injuring due to autistic meltdown. Sometimes I don't realise how bad things really are until I'm at that stage and I have bruises and soft tissue damage to show for it. I've since talked to my doctor and therapist about it, but like...oof.

I've actually been taking a break from writing since I've hit 50k and I generally have a rule that I have to take at least 2-4 days off once I've hit that point, but I'm still pretty stuffed, but mostly for health reasons. I've written 14 chapters this month so I feel okay about the break lol.

On Friday (the day after the meltdown) I needed to have a hand X-ray (even right now, the knuckles in my left hand are really sore), see my GP for 40 minutes, talk to my therapist, organise an iron infusion (I have microcytic anemia and need an iron infusion again, which I think is my 5th or 6th - I need one about once every 2-3 years, and mostly the time between is the slow downward spiral of losing more and more iron until I'm truly fucked) and a meeting with one of the head haematologists in the state because my red blood cells are bullshit and weird (yay). Guess that explains the exhaustion.

I still need to organise a lymph node ultrasound (which is probably nothing, except there is like a 'higher than average' chance it could be metastatic cancer, since I do have tumours in my head right now that could metastasize, and the tumours are extremely close to the swollen lymph node - also I haven't had a virus).

I need to organise a meeting with a dermatologist, I need to organise a full abdominal MRI to see if I have any other tumours we don't know about, and I got an eating disorder management plan for restrictive eating, which does entitle me to like...cheaper dietitian appointments, but also formalises me as having an ED as opposed to 'disordered eating.'

On top of that I had to deal with a tribunal after my Dad had a catastrophic stroke a few months ago, and the tribunal was last month, to determine who would look after him. Our family is so broken and my stepmother so manipulative/vindictive that the government decided no one could be trusted and took care of his finances and healthcare themselves meaning none of us can have any real say in his future (truly the best outcome, but a damning one for the state of the family), and I also had to listen to my stepmother accuse my sister of being a criminal for 20 minutes with completely unfounded lies, and of course, my Dad has had a catastrophic stroke, and that's complicated. That's a whole...

That saga is so much anon, I cannot even begin to explain even the tip of that iceberg.

I've been spending a lot of extra time like scanning family photos and other things and packing items in his home for storage etc. and while that's been done now for over a month and a half, I guess the burn out started some time ago and it's just been slowly getting on top of me. Kind of the 'slowly boiling a lobster in a pot' analogy.

I've been overall quieter on Tumblr as a result of all of this, and it all just...destroyed me on Thursday, and ever since then I've been recovering.

I've just realised it's nearly 1.00am and I swear the last time I looked at the clock - which felt like 5 minutes ago - it was 11.00pm.

Oh and to top it all off I've had vicious 'not falling asleep until 4.00am' insomnia + increased nightmares because my PTSD has relapsed back into 'pretty severe.' So um, managing most nights on 3-4 hours of sleep a night, and that's bad for all my chronic illnesses, of which I have many.

Ah. Yeah. :(

Lemme rustle up some good news for you, anon, because I feel like this is just too much crap.

Bushflowers/wildflowers are really nice right now as it's turning to spring in Western Australia (it's Djilba in the Noongar seasonal system, which I prefer)

Rhubarb is in season so I'm making a lot of stewed apple and rhubarb as a comfort food.

Reading the manhwa Punch Drunk Love and enjoying it.

Asks like yours - even if all of this sounds dire - helps me to undestand that I actually do have good reasons to feel tired and that it's okay to take breaks and that's really valuable (sometimes - though rarely - people use my anon function to talk at me, rather than talking to me as a person, and I just...really value feeling like a person sometimes aslfkjsa) so while I might seem down, this has actually been nice to end my night on. Also you've reminded me that I am super excited/happy to share more Underline the Gold with people

I got some organisational stuff and organising stuff in the house makes me feel good.

I have an extremely good doctor and tbh for a long time I didn't, so like, every good specialist and doctor is worth their weight in gold. :)

I hope you're doing okay and looking after yourself / taking care anon, and that you get something good out of what remains of the weekend. <3 And for everyone who needs one, hugs are on the house.

#personal #cw cancer mention #cw self injury #cw PTSD #cw major depressive disorder #maybe you just wanted me to say that things are going good #but i assume folks know what i'm really like sdfalkfjsa #i'll generally be honest #and just give folks the option not to read it lol #anon i am on the strugglebus #i am going to bed #and i hope i'm not still awake and having flashbacks #in 4 hours #but like who knows salkfjsafs #actually last night was a lil better so maybe /crosses fingers

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i-sveikata · 2 months

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I'm so excited for the new chapter!! I've seen several asks about Vegas' insecurities and I can't stop thinking of that bit in chapter 10 where Vegas says “Is it so terrible, to want me? It must be because you can’t even admit it out loud.”

That line always stuck with me and I feel like it gave such insight. I'm craving that sweet sweet Vegas angst, I hope editing is going well!

ahhhh yay im so glad!!!! yea ouch ouch ouch this one is going to be very eye opening for that. like you are going to see vegas' inner thoughts and how he thinks about himself and the people around him who do care about him and oof.

omg i LOVED that line it is so on par with how he sees himself too because even now that pete is more obvious with his feelings vegas still is waiting for it to blow up in his face because he doesn't understand why pete still wants him and hes terrified hes going to figure out someday that hes better off without him. ohhhh much angst for sure!!!

it's not going too badly!! im about 3/4 of the way through the chap editing wise was taking a bit of a break cause ive got a headache but we are still on track for me to post tonight i would say!!

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you

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greycappedjester · 3 months

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hey! hope you’re doing well. I’m starting to reread the HQ at Hogwarts series because I needed a change of pace from my work at uni (and it’s a comfort read of mine). anywho, I was wondering if you had a favorite quote from any of your stories that you wrote and why (or just the quote if it is to avoid spoilers)? like were there any quotes that really made a scene worth writing to you?

Oooh I love this ask, thank you!

Let's see, I don't know if these are my favorite but they're lines that come to mind a lot that I'm specifically proud of (tbh I tend to forget lines until I'm re-reading one of my stories and see it and go "oh yeah, that one")

I'll try to do one per series. I can't really pick one from Past is a Mirror or Call Me Your Home At Night yet, I'll have to wait until they're more done:

ATFO:

Oof somehow this is the hardest series to choose just one line from. That said, it's a super dark line for a dark chapter but I really love the use of homophones in this one.

Dick tilts his head up to the sky and laughs.

Laughs until it hurts and it does, it hurts so much, and that just makes him laugh more--throwing his arms out like he can fly on the ground and turning in a circle in a dirt covered Gotham alley that even the morning can’t erase.

Because Robin always smiles when it’s dark. Until it’s morning again.

Or mourning again.

….Dick’s laugh fades out.

Cards:

And, eight years old and with a bone deep gravity too heavy for his small body, Kuroo Tetsuro quietly made a vow even if Kozume Kenma would never hear it.

I’m going to build a kingdom around you.

(Not a line but Tsuki and Hinata's final conversation in Shufling the Deck is what really sold me on writing that sequel)

Walking With My Eyes Open/ In Spite of Ourselves:

Honestly for short stories this series has some of my favorite conversations; but, a couple of favorite lines are these two.

But, human shoulders weren’t meant to bear the expectations of divinity.

and

A riddle, Schrodinger’s long lost love letter. Gen had proof he fell in love--was dying to try even--yet still couldn’t quite believe it. So, which was the lie?

Hq at Hogwarts:

I really love the prologue for Department of Mysteries; I wrote it waaaay before I posted it and was excited about posting it for awhile. I think the end just eally says everything about how long and how deeply Akaashi does love Bokuto.

He was bright and happy and so deeply good in a way that was everything Akaashi wanted that he fell in love by the time he took the hand.

“I’m Keiji.”

Investigators Inc.:

Truthfully, my favorite of my humorous stories; I like this exchange a lot from when their van breaks down. It just eels like it really fits all of them.

“I’m looking up directions,” Suga said, already pulling out his phone.

“But….but, map !” Oikawa held it up even as it drooped around him.

“Great,” Kuroo said, “we can use it for shelter when we’re stuck out here and have to take up foraging.”

Bokuto brightened. “Ooh, I’ve got a pocket knife!”

“Yay, we’ll need it to fight off the wolves,” Kuroo said.

��I don’t think it’s that dire,” Suga said, showing them the screen. “There’s a town pretty close by. Can’t find a taxi or a towing service, though. We may have to walk if Iwaizumi can’t fix it. It’s about an hour.”

Kuroo shrugged. “Honestly, Iwaizumi can probably fix it. He’s like the machine whisperer or something.”

“Iwaizumi cannot fix it,” Iwaizumi said from right beside the passenger window and Oikawa jumped. “The transmission’s out.”

“Then, put it back in,” Bokuto suggested.

Iwaizumi stared. “I’m seriously having all of you read a car manual one of these days."

Thanks again for the ask! Trutfully I always love hearing what people's favorite lines are; I just think it's really neat to see what sticks with people and I'm always touched that it could be something I wrote.

#hq at hogwarts #atfo #wwmeo #cards #investigations inc

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jennyandvastraflint · 4 months

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Xena Reactions S2Ep15! (I think this is one of my faves so far XD)

The awakening. And dudes being annoying

OH NO GABRIELLE!

Shdhdhs she just sloshed water on her to wake her

I love Xena fighting with a frying pan

NOOO GABRIELLE

shdhdvd "Xena, this is our only frying pan!"

"Can we cook with your juices?"

Gabrielle is not having a good day

Shfhdhd she knocked him out again

Oof, they're having a rough day

"You pinch him I ask the questions >:)"

"Heads, we take on the giant"

"Does your village have a shop that sells frying pans?" Please XD I completely understand Gabrielle tho

Are they playing guess who

"Were you killed by a certain warrior princess?" "Yes." "Well that narrows it down..."

XENA IS HUNGYYY

"You know, a frying pan would come in handy right about now" XDD

She caught her gf an eel sjdhd

PLS XENA LIKES THROWING FISH AT HER GF (ngl Vastra definitely did that)

"Another one's fallen for you" "AGAIN?"

"No I think [chainmail] would just attract a kinkier group." sjdhdhdbd

GABRIELLE USING THE SHAKRAM FOR CUTTING

"I've learned that she works in mysterious ways" She doesn't have plan

XENA USED HER SCROLLS AS TOILET PAPER 😭

Pls...

BOOB GRAB

Hmmm... No people

Uhhhh... Is this a fangirl

"And I can read" 😂

She has no strategy yet

O_O THEY'RE BATHING TOGETHER

Gabrielle lovingly washing Xena's hair

XENA SCRUBBING GABRIELLE'S BACK

"Because I do the sensitive chats"

"I'm less competitive than you are"

"Are you sitting on the soap?"

AWWW THEY'RE SPLASHINGGG

"HEY. Say goodbye to Minya" like a dog

"Wanna trade?"

CALLISTO KILLED THEODORUS "She was in my body"

There is a lot of tension here...

"You're a genius" "No"

Gareth? I think I've heard that name before

Awww, Gabrielle giving Minya her stuff to read

OH. The one who killed Goliath's family

"How are we going to get lightning bolts?" Oh, a kite

"Maybe if I run with it" she did not hear a WORD Gabrielle just said... 😂

"Have faith, Gabrielle" NOOOO SHE GOT HIT BY THE KITE

Yay it fliessss

AAAAAAH, THE STRING. My poor Gabrielle

"I think you're denying your feelings" fuck offfff...

GABRIELLE WANTED TO JUMP HER

Damn grab her boob armour

"I just gave her some advice about handling men"

I'm still a hater of the Goliath episode... Goliath loves

Xena bored? 😂

"Cut him some slack, he's just stomped an entire army"

Him just screaming at her, and she's just like :3

MINYA

"looked so good in leather?" PLEASE 😭

They're both like ...Wat

"Don't let them die on a lost cause"

AWWW THEY COMMUNICATE (*looks at the Victorian wives who could use some communication*)

JESUS HE'S BIG

She stepped on his toes after tying the kite to his belt

"Come on, handsome" djfhdsh

I love the way they utilise perspective. They definitely had two different size bones for this.

"Goliath says Hello" AND ZAPPPPPP

Oop he's proper torched

"That bunch up there looks like a big dipper" THEY STARGAZE. OR STARGAYS!?

CUUUUTE

Bwahaha Gabrielle thonked her nose 😭😂

AWWWW, SHE KISSED IT BETTER

They're so married ajdhdhfhd I love them

#v watches xena #delightful #I made Paternoster Gang art about this #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #xena #gabrielle

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sweetiesicheng · 2 years

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vernon - breakfast

word count : 631

really wish their setlist for the north american tour was the same as their concert in seoul, but at least we got a tour

"baby, don't run!" you yelled as you followed your daughter, who excitedly ran away when she saw a familiar face.

"uncle!" your daughter yelled as she caught up to seungkwan, who was just about to walk inside the building.

"who's this stranger?" seungkwan playfully asked while picking up your daughter. "hey," he smiled at you.

"hi, seungkwan," you greeted and caught up to them. "baby, you can't just run away like that,” you said to your daughter.

"but uncle's here!" she replied and you sighed.

"you guys are here early," seungkwan commented as he held the door open for you.

"vernon forgot his breakfast, figured we bring it to him before i drop her off at my mom's," i reply and walk inside with him following. "how's practice been?" you asked and you three headed to one of their practice rooms.

"pretty good," he mentioned. "y/d/n, are you ready to see your dad and your uncles perform?" he asked your daughter.

"yea!" your daughter replied, "are you going to sing "oh my"?" she asked him.

"you know what? just for you, i'll add it to our setlist," seungkwan said to her.

"yay!" your daughter cheered.

you guys made your way to the practice room and went inside. you saw some of the guys warming up and greeted some of the staff members who were also there.

"huh, who's this little girl?" jeonghan asked. you could tell he was a bit tired but was super happy to see your daughter along with the rest of the guys.

"it's me!" your daughter exclaimed as seungkwan put her down, "uncle!" she ran up to jeonghan, who had crouched down to her level, and they hugged.

"what are you doing here?" you heard vernon ask and turned to face him. he walked up to you, and you kissed his cheek.

"you left before i even woke up, figured you would need something to eat at least," you said, holding up the lunchbox with some of the breakfast you had made earlier that morning.

vernon smiled, "thanks," he said and took the lunchbox from you. "are you tired? angel was still awake when i got home last night. i heard you reading to her," he mentioned, calling your daughter by one of the nicknames he has for her.

"i'm okay. y/d/n is full of energy as always," you said and glanced over to see your daughter on top of jun's shoulders. "i'm dropping her off at my parents. i have my doctor's appointment later and other stuff to do," you mentioned.

"oh, that's right. i forgot you were going to the doctor's," vernon replied. "just a checkup, right?" he asked and you nodded in response.

vernon started eating the breakfast you made for him while you sat with him against the mirror. you watched the guys who were present talk and play with your daughter. the rest of the guys arrived and got excited to see your daughter in their practice room.

"okay, angel, you gotta go with mom now," vernon said when he finished eating.

"can't i stay here today?" your daughter asked as she ran up to you two.

"we can watch her while we rehearse," joshua spoke up, "we have plenty of people after all."

you looked at your daughter, who was nonverbally pleading with puppy eyes.

you sighed and looked at s.coups, "is that okay with you?" you asked him.

"i don't mind," he replied. "y/d/n, am i still your favorite uncle?" he asked while crouching down to her level.

you daughter shook her head, "no."

“oof…”

“ow.”

and with a sulky s.coups, your husband and his group mates were now taking care of her while you left to attend your appointment and do other errands.

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weltato · 1 year

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I'm watching the most recent US Ghosts episode (2x14 Trevor's Body) and I need to write down all of the points that make me go either "oh!" or "oh?" or "holy shit" etc. Warning for excessive use of caps lock bc I got excited and tbh this is mostly just my thoughts as I'm watching. Fangirl mode: engaged.

First thing's first: Trevor's body has indeed been found! Of course he gets fished up XD

NIGEL IS BACK BITCHES!

And the ant club, the ant club is back! They have Pete as a new member, oh my gosh I didn't know I needed to see Pete & Thor friendship so much

TREVOR'S PARENTS!? EXCUSE ME!? THAT'S SO COOL AND INTERESTING BUT KINDA MORBID???

Alberta said Yiddish words and I'm so proud of her, look how happy she looks and Sass is so resigned we love him

(side note: I'm not Jewish so I've no idea what she said but I'm guessing it's something akin to "parents" or the like, someone pls teach me)

JENKINS!! JENKINS HOW DARE YOU!! SIR!! THEY'VE JUST DONE THE KISS OK LET THEM HAVE IT STOP TRYING TO STIR UP DRAMA TF IS WRONG WITH YOU I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS GO SULK IN THE CORNER!!

He's about to get smacked I swear

He even tried to stop them getting together in the first place, man is so bitter, Nigel just talk to him and explain pls

Oh no his parents are divorced oh Trevor no I'm so sorry, look at him he looks so broken HETTY THIS MAN NEEDS A HUG ASAP

"Peter, as our resident cuckold-" 😂 Thanks Hetty

AND THE MAN IN QUESTION WALKS IN, TURN AROUND ISAAC, TURN AROUND AND WALK OUT

FLOWERRRRR Flower bestie, the one time we wanted you lucid

NOW WE HAVE TWO VERY UPSET PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE

oh no sad Trev again, aw he looks so upset bless him

oh my gosh, Jay is just sat there reading 🤣 iconic does he do this every time they're all plotting together?

aw noooo, Trev it wasn't you, it wasn't your death that did it (probably hopefully maybe) they might have had problems before who knows?? just have Sam ask them

my goodness Jay is so invested, look at him being a good husband and friend, he just accepted the parent trap idea

and of course Thor takes "trap" literally XD

Lenny and Esther, amazing names (I actually really like the name Esther this makes me so happy)

Oh no... This is the look of a man who knows he done goofed

Nigel....what did you do?? Answer me honestly, what happened??

ohno

ohnononono

Isaac has enough self-confidence issues as it is DO NOT COMPOUND THINGS!!

a respite doesn't cut it buddy, Isaac is hurt now, you have hurt him, how dare you, you're gonna have Hetty and Thor coming for you mate

damn it Jenkins!!

oh my gosh it's Nancy! the cholera ghosts are getting a shoe in the door, good for them!

"Isaac is now second most famous cuckold in the house" you didn't have to kill him again Thor

oh Alberta, no. as much as I know you're wanting to help Isaac that is not going to help

please don't suggest he goes for Jenkins this will stir up more problems

omgosh Thor you beauty

but a Puritan? really? at another household? oof, that's gonna be heavy

THANK. YOU. SASSAPIS! clever boy

and Isaac asks about the Puritan anyway 🤣 of course he does

and now we're back to Trevor- IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT I PROMISE T^T

"we're going to hell" don't tell Hetty, she can make you go down on 'em

and of course Albert and Flower watched XD that tracks with them so well

Sass being the good guy until Hetty appeared....yeah, sure pal, sure

and Hetty found it "educational" uh huh, yeah, sure thing Hetty, you keep telling yourself that

Trev looks rightfully disgusted

shouting through windows, lovely ngl I find this so awkward

yes Isaac I'm just as uncomfortable as you are buddy

Trevor 1968-2000 he's 40! he doesn't look it honestly

aww, that's actually a sweet little memorial

yay! Isaac is forgiving Nigel! yay!!

Jenkins is in fact a son of a bitch, well said Isaac It's all your fault, Jafar Jenkins

ohmygosh moving in? moving in? yes?

yes you are baby stepping Nigel but Isaac needs this let him have it

MOVING IN!

told you Trev, told you, not your fault - DAMN IT LENNY WHILE THEY WERE IN SCHOOL?? DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME SIR?

someone give Trevor a hug or so help me I will scream

thank you Alberta TvT lowkey wanted Hetty but you work too, that's so sweet

yeah, you guys ARE #couplegoals you totally are, you're so sweet, the only people that I can say are also goals are Alison and Mike

(who wants another crossover episode?)

oh so is Thor 35 then? good to know

yep, the ghosts are children confirmed

and of course we end with Trevor trying to kill Tara Reid

Ok so that was a trip and a half, I'm excited for next episode now.

#cbs ghosts #trevor lefkowitz #isaac higgintoot #nigel chessum #thorfinn #pete martino #alberta haynes #flower #susan montero/flower #hetty woodstone #sassapis #sasappis #the cholera ghosts

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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update:

i have the next two Eddie Hanahaki Disease fics fully written BUT! i am in the editing process!! i'm gonna be feeding y'all real soon.

this can mean the fics might be posted tonight - might be posted tomorrow - could be at the end of the week. so, for those who have asked me - yes, i've got something to publish soon but i don't have a fixed time or date. so, please, stand by.

i've read all your comments and trust me, i'm trying to take things into consideration but i'd like to give a warning now that if you can't handle the angst of a Hanahaki fic - DO NOT READ the next two stories i publish.

and no, you cannot send me your bill for therapy.

let's revisit that there are THREE ways to "cure" Hanahaki Disease, or a fictional disease of Japanese folklore where the victim suffers from unrequited love and coughs out flower petals. the options are to die, to get a surgery that removes all known thought of the beloved, or to confess your feelings and have your beloved return them.

SO -

Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses is the side of Hanahaki that works out where Eddie confesses his feelings and it's not too late and YAY! things work out! cool.

Tears in the Rain is the side of Hanahaki where reader gets the surgery and oh, look at that! forgets Eddie. oof.

Gone with the Sin is be the side of this folklore where it doesn't work out and yes, reader dies.

prepare how you need to, and please, be responsible with the media you choose to consume; and i look forward to your responses and reactions.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader

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vaggietheangel · 11 months

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Chaggie week:Day two teamwork 🩷

"Facts about the mysterious creatures of the night. Huh." Vaggie smiled up at the book shelf. It's just one of the many sections in the Morningstars' vast library.

She reached her hand up, her fingertips barely even grazing the third shelf. Even when she stood on the tips of her toes, it hardly made a difference.

Vaggie pulled her spear out from her boot. She reached the spear upwards, the highest her arms length could go. She grunted as she tipped the edge of the book case.

Not even close. That didn't matter. There were surley other ways. Vaggatha firmly planted her spear in the ground. Hopefully, that didn't leave a mark.

Vaggie crawled up the side of her long spear. Wobbling as she attempted to balance herself on the spear head.

She extended her arms for balance. Vaggie lasted about three seconds before she completely toppled over. She let out a small yelp of pain.

Huffing, she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She could use the books on the lower shelf as a step lader. Now, way! The covers of the books were all so beautiful. She couldn't scuff them with her boots.

"Hey Vaggie? I heard a noise, is everything OK?" The usual cheery tone of the pricness was replaced with concern.

"Oh, I'm fine, hon. Just tripled trying to get this damn book down." Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Oh, that's pretty high up." Charlie stated as she stared upwards. Even she couldn't reach that on her own. Unless...

"Hey Charlie, what are you- oof!" Vaggie was stunned as Charlie crawled underneath her.

The blonde placed her hands on the small woman's legs. Holding her secure in place so she wouldn't fall.

Vaggie's face turned red. Even though the situation was innocent, her mind went to other places for a moment.

"Can you grab it now, Vaggie?" Charlie asked as she looked up with a smile.

"Yeah- I got it. Thanks hon." She spoke softly. Still a little flustered.

"Yay!" The princess cheered as she shifted her girlfriends position. Allowing her to drop into her open arms so she could catch her bridal style.

Charlie placed Vaggie on the ground and gave her a kiss on the forhead. "Awww, a moth book for my pretty little moth!"

Vaggie giggled at the compliment. "There's a lot of interesting facts about moths. I could read some to you, if you'd like." Vaggie asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

Charlie's eyes lit up. "Oooh yes! Moths are so cool." She grabbed Vaggie's hand in hers. Running over with her to a little love seat that was next to the roaring fire.

Charlie sat down and patted her lap. Once Vaggie sat down, she wrapped her arm's around her. Drawing her in close.

Vaggie rested her head on Charlie's shoulder as she opened the book. "A male moth can smell a female over 10 miles away."

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie hazbin hotel #chaggie #chaggie week 2023 #Charlie x Vaggie #very short fic #fluff #chaggie fluff

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carterashofficial · 6 months

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I need to rant for a hot minute. Also, I would like advice from all the tumblr aunts and uncles and anyone who will give it.

So back in ye olde month of April, my boyfriend’s father moved in with us. For the purpose of this rant we’re calling him FIL.

FIL had gotten a job in our town and wanted to move out to be closer to his son, and move to a state that doesn’t have a real winter.

So mid-April I get the futon couch all made up with sheets and pillows and a blanket and the good quilt. I am under the impression this is going to last 2-3 weeks until FIL finds an apartment. Boyfriend was thinking a month. That’s fine, I can deal.

We get to June and I’m asking about apartments FIL has toured. It’s been 6 weeks. FIL has found some he likes but oof, the prices. So much more expensive out here compared to previous state.

Boyfriend informs me that his dad can’t afford an apartment downpayment until FIL gets the move-out reimbursement from New Job. Which takes 3 months. FIL has been living on my couch for half of that, might as well wait another 6 weeks until he gets the money and can finally move out.

Early July: my mother is asking when FIL is leaving. Boyfriend promises end of July. We do a pinky promise. I am starting to Not Enjoy having FIL live with us. It’s summer. It’s hot as hell. The electric bill is stupid high.

End of July: shit has hit the fan. FIL’s new job loses a lawsuit and to save money they lay off everyone who hasn’t been there a year. Including FIL. He still gets severance for 3 months and move-out reimbursement. I want to scream and put myself in the washing machine b/c again. It’s summer. It’s hot out and I can’t even sit on my couch to watch TV b/c FIL has the couch for his bed and is always playing something on the PS5. He deserves to have his own space even if he’s intruding into mine and his son’s.

August: FIL begins looking for new jobs. Gold star. Still taking up my entire living room. His comic books (that he keeps buying) are stacked up underneath my coffee tables. He has a seemingly endless supply of Diet Coke bottles. FIL is still getting paychecks for severance, but they stop if he gets a new job before severance runs out. I go with him and boyfriend to tour an apartment for him. Very nice. In his budget. Boyfriend decides to tell me after that his dad has filed bankruptcy a couple years ago and his credit is shit so he will probably not get the apartment.

Dead reader, if you’re thinking “why move across the county if you can’t get an apartment, where are you going to live?” Congrats. I had the same thought. I don’t even know what to do anymore.

September: four months now of FIL living on my couch. He is job searching. I have a little breakdown as a treat b/c as I’ve kept telling Boyfriend, this has gone on long enough and I want the apartment to go back to being our apartment, not our-and-his-dad’s apartment. I’ve now been told he will leave by end of September. He is applying for jobs out of state

October: FIL is still on the couch, and gets a job in his home state. Excellent. Yay. We’re happy. I’m told starting date is Nov 4. Scratch that, he got the month wrong. December 4th. But he said he will be gone by early November. Severance ended. He spends his days watching comic book auctions and playing baseball games on the PS5. I honestly have no idea if he’s washed the sheets. I don’t care. I don’t even want the futon anymore. I’m sure there’s crumbs stuck in the coffee table b/c this man eats sitting on the floor while watching his son’s laptop propped up on the coffee table.

November: hi, it’s the 3rd of November, and I was originally told that FIL would be leaving in the first week or two. Last night I asked what day he was leaving. “Oh, I was thinking a day or two after thanksgiving”. Aka after the 4th Thursday of November (nov. 23). Another MONTH. And this is holiday season when I go all out baking and cooking for the holidays. I can’t do it anymore. I want to feel at home in my apartment. I don’t want a 55 year old roommate, eating chips, sitting on my floor, while he watches comic book auctions without headphones (he doesn’t own any. I’ve asked. Multiple times)

He doesn’t cook. He buys 3 cases of sparkling water and puts them all in the fridge, which I then had to remove b/c there was no room for the groceries. The first month I had to remind him to clean up his empty Diet Coke bottles. FIL routinely falls asleep watching something on the laptop and when I get up in the morning, the laptop is still on, the front light is on, and sometimes so is the TV.

I’ve had it. Boyfriend is worried me telling his dad to get the fuck out is going to hurt his dad’s feelings or give him a mental break. FIL is incredibly sensitive and once cried when I implied that my parents didn’t like him. Boyfriend thinks his dad is fragile and that he needs to take care of his dad, because his dad doesn’t have anyone else. His dad has 3 brothers and Boyfriend has a sister. FIL is not alone.

Boyfriend is focusing so much on not hurting his dad’s feelings and taking care of him that I am just. I’m not supported. My needs are eclipsed by FIL’s.

So my plan is to send them both out for a guy’s day tomorrow and pack up my valuables and important stuff, and move in with my parents (who live 3 minutes away) until FIL is gone or Boyfriend has developed the ability to get his shit together.

I just. I’m done. FIL is a very nice person but he needs to get out of the apartment.

So I’m doing what I’m calling the nuclear option b/c talking and being nice isn’t going anywhere. The valuables and sentimental things are coming with me, and because I’m a petty bitch, so is the coffee table, the rug, and all but one of the pillows on the bed. Boyfriend will be left 1 bathroom towel. I’ve half a mind to take all the silverware too b/c it was a birthday present from my mom.

#Carter’s irl life drama #I just am so done

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pocket-lad · 6 months

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CH 5- Mouse Trap

“Ian!” Adelaide exclaimed, unable to mask the urgency in her voice. She tapped his chest repeatedly as she spoke. “Ian, I, um, I need to go in your pocket. Please. I can’t- I can’t meet anyone else today, especially not...” she trailed off.

Ian knew what the end of that sentence was. Kids. Adelaide had a horrible fear of them, even if she wouldn’t call it a fear. Ian personally loved kids. They were little chaos machines, which he guessed was the exact reason Adelaide didn’t like them. Without a word, he ferried her to the lip of his pocket, propped it open, and waited for her to hop in. She’d met a lot of new people that day, and he was proud of her for going with it and keeping her cool. She deserved a break.

Adelaide welcomed herself back to the musty chest pocket. Yay. She got settled then peeked her head over the edge to observe. The girl looked to be maybe twelve and the boy around nine. Adelaide watched as they ran full tilt at Hammond, knocking him to the ground with hugs and reaffirming Adelaide’s belief that children were reckless and didn’t know their own strength.

After brief introductions, the kids were the first to run out the door, bursting with energy Adelaide wished she had, and Ian sauntered down the stairs, bouncing her up and down with each step and bringing up the rear.

They approached a set of bright green cars running along a track. The kids exploded with excitement, and even the adults looked intrigued. Hammond explained how they were electric and therefore non-polluting. Adelaide didn’t understand how those things were connected, but she supposed a car that didn’t pollute was a good one. Even if they were gaudy.

The girl ran to the front car and hopped in, and Hammond directed Ellie to the second car. Ian immediately followed. “We’re gonna ride with uh, Dr. Sattler,” he said. Adelaide rolled her eyes at both Ian’s forwardness and the appalled look Alan gave him. Men.

Adelaide wouldn’t admit it, but her heart fluttered when Ian said they’d be riding with Ellie. Out of all the new giants, Adelaide enjoyed her time around Ellie most, even if she was a little condescending. At least she was friendly. And pretty … Adelaide chalked up the fluttery feeling in her chest to relief when Ian chose the car without the little girl.

Instead of getting in though, Ian wedged his way into the open car door that Ellie was trying to shut.

“Mind if we sit up front?” he asked smoothly.

“Oof, sorry,” she winced, looking at the whole empty bench seat before her. “I’m not sure if there’s enough room…Seems like Adelaide can fit, though.” She looked up at Adelaide in the pocket, who was actually above Ellie’s eye level. “If she wants to join.”

“Yeah, we’ll have a party up front. Girls only, though. Sorry, Ian,” she said.

Ian reached up and ruffled her hair with a fingertip. “Be my guest,” he said, calling her bluff. Adelaide batted at the finger overhead, but all that accomplished was making her lose her balance and tumble backward into the pocket.

From inside, Adelaide gave one sharp kick to Ian’s chest, and she felt him laugh. It wouldn’t hurt, but it got the point across. She considered staying down to avoid looking anyone in the eye after that, but that almost seemed worse. That was admitting defeat. So, Adelaide pulled herself back up over the lip of the pocket, messy hair and all. Ellie turned away and covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. If Adelaide hadn’t been red before, she sure was now. Maybe staying in the pocket would have been better.

“Jackass,” was all Adelaide could come up with, which made them both laugh more. Well, so much for dignity.

While all of this happened, it didn’t slip Adelaide’s notice that Alan was weaving in and out of both cars, pursued by the boy. Alan slid into the backseat of the rear car and the boy followed, so Adelaide ducked back into the pocket. They were in the middle of a conversation that Alan clear ly didn’t want to be a part of.

The boy’s muffled voice came through the walls of the pocket. “Because they sure don't look like birds to me. I heard that there was this, um, meteor that hit the earth down in Mexico, and made this big crater-” His voice was high pitched, loud, and annoying. Adelaide didn’t blame Alan for his aversion, but she had to admit it was a little funny watching him attempt to make the kid leave.

From the sound of it, they exited the car on the other side. She heard the kid introduce himself as Tim and announce that he would ride in whatever car Alan chose. Please, for the love of God Dr. Grant, do not sit in this car.

They walked back to the front car, and just as Adelaide started to pop her head back out, the girl approached on Ian’s right. Adelaide fell right back down again, heart beating, hoping the girl didn’t see her.

“What’s taking so long?” she complained, peering over at Alan and the boy.

“Well hello to you, too,” Ian teased. “What’s your name?”

“Sorry,” the girl said sheepishly. “I’m Lex... Who are you?”

“Ha, I’m Dr. Ian Malcolm. And this-”

Adelaide braced herself along his chest and the walls of the pocket. Ian was not going to do this again. Not when he knew about her...'aversion' to kids...right?

“-is Dr. Ellie Sattler.”

Oh, thank God.

Ellie turned around. “Hi, Lex,” she said. Then after a pause, “You know who could answer the question ? You see that man talking to your brother up there? That’s Alan. I think you should ride with him.”

“Why?” Lex asked.

“It’d be good for him.”

“Oh.... okay!” And with that, she ran off. Adelaide cautiously poked her head out of the pocket once more as Ian resigned himself to the back seat, since Ellie showed no signs of budging.

“What was that about?” she asked Adelaide curiously.

“Della has a fear of children,” Ian said matter-of-factly, though his ever-present smirk gave a hint of teasing.

“I do not!” Adelaide shot back defensively. Was Ian determined to embarrass her in front of all these giants? In front of Ellie?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Ian continued.

“No, they’re just... loud and... smelly.” Adelaide wrinkled her nose. She still felt like she had to defend herself.

“Kids don’t smell! Where are you guys getting this from?” Ellie shook her head. A confused look from Adelaide prompted her further. “Alan was just saying that the other day...You know, you two would get along well, probably.”

As if on cue, Alan got in the car next to Ian and slammed the door closed. Adelaide instinctively ducked down into the pocket but quickly reemerged when she realized he was sans child.

“Why did you do that?” he asked Ellie, exasperated.

“Do what?” Ellie answered innocently.

“You know what I mean,” he said, but he resigned himself to dropping the topic. He leaned back in his chair with a loud sigh, rubbing his hands down his face.

“ I think kids are smelly,” Adelaide ventured shyly.

Alan looked down at her. He honestly forgot she was there and was a little taken aback when she addressed him. He gave her a faint smile. “Thank you!”

Adelaide froze when he made direct eye contact with her, but otherwise showed no signs of fear. The car suddenly took off, and Adelaide was left clinging a little tighter to the lip of the pocket.

“God help us, we’re in the hands of engineers,” Ian’s voice rumbled around her.

It was then that Adelaide noticed it. There was nobody driving the car! Hammond had mentioned something about that earlier, but it didn’t really register until now.

Adelaide didn’t like looking stupid, but her curiosity propelled her to ask the question. “How do they-” her voice barely came out. She cleared her throat and tried again. “How do they do that?”

Ian and Alan both looked down at her. Neither responded for a moment, trying to figure out what she was asking.

Excellent, Adelaide thought. Ask a bunch of scientists a stupid question with an obvious answer. How could she backtrack?

“Oh, the cars!” Ian said aloud for Alan’s benefit once he deciphered the question.

“Oh, then I have no idea. You’re asking the wrong person,” Alan said.

Ian seemed to have an explanation, though. “They’re uh...electric. They run on batteries, as with all cars, or most cars, but for our purposes all cars, but the- the track below the car- did you see that?” Adelaide nodded. “It communicates with the car through uh, through electricity. The track likely has some kind of wire, and that predetermined path, that data, is uh, sent to the car.”

“Oh,” Adelaide said. That mostly made sense.

Say what you want about Ian, but he always treated Adelaide like a person. Sometimes he was a little grabby and a little rough, but he never doubted her intelligence.

That’s how Adelaide found herself learning new things every day. If she asked the question, Ian would give her the answer. He didn’t talk down to her like she was a child or like she was challenged. He assumed she had basic knowledge, and if Adelaide needed further explanation, she could always just ask.

Not that she ever did, though. It was a rare occasion to see Adelaide ask clarifying questions, mostly because she trusted herself to figure it out. She knew herself to be intuitive and maybe a little prideful, and if she truly didn’t understand what Ian was talking about, it was probably never meant for her to know.

***

“I can handle it!” Adelaide protested. “Why would you even offer if you don’t think I can ‘handle it’? What does that even mean?”

Adelaide loosely knew what alcohol did to Human Beans, watching them from afar. It usually made them louder and clumsier, so she kept her distance. Her parents had a strict rule that all alcohol was to be kept for sterilization, especially since it was so hard to come by, so nobody in their small home had ever tried any.

“It means,” Ian said, walking over to the kitchen. “you’re very small. And from what it sounds like, you uh, you’ve never had any alcohol before.” He distractedly rummaged around in the cabinets. When he found what he was looking for, he returned to the coffee table Adelaide stood on. “And it’s fun to get you riled up.” He sat on the couch and produced a bottle cap.

“Whatever,” Adelaide said with a hint of a smile in her voice.

He carefully poured some of his drink into the bottle cap and went to set it down on the table in front of Adelaide. “Don’t-” He paused, looking her in the eye. “-drink this too fast.” And with that, he set it down.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Adelaide didn’t actually know, but she wasn’t going to let him think that. She eyed the drink nervously. She’d be damned if she stood down now. So, she marched right up to the saucepan-sized bottlecap, awkwardly picked it up, and took a big gulp.

GROSS.

Adelaide nearly dropped the cap, but she set it down quickly to avoid spilling it and couldn’t help but scrunch up her face. Everything burned- her mouth, her throat, her stomach. Her eyes watered, but Ian’s laugh brought her focus back. He leaned back against the couch, his arm outstretched along its back, and he took another sip of his drink as he watched her try not to cough.

Adelaide fixed her face real fast. Or at least as best she could. She could not let Ian be right.

“A little strong?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” she said nonchalantly. It was too bad her voice came out scratchy and forced, like someone who’d been smoking cigarettes their whole life.

“Sure,” he said.

She sat on the table, using some books as a back rest. From then on, she took smaller, less frequent sips, but she felt her mind grow foggy in almost no time. Adelaide preferred to stay sharp, but she couldn’t quite remember why she felt that way. This didn’t seem too bad. This was warm. This was nice.

In fact, she even ditched her jacket. That thing never came off. Living at just a couple inches tall, heat left borrowers’ bodies faster than Beans, mostly because their skin was too thin to keep the heat from leaving. But with the fire going and the alcohol warming her insides, Adelaide had to take the coat off.

After watching some TV and talking for a little while, Adelaide grew bored. She flopped back onto the books, staring at the ceiling.

“Am I boring you?” Ian asked, though there was no offense in his voice. If anything, he was amused.

“Yeah, a little,” Adelaide said, feeling bolder than usual, and she sat back up. She looked around. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at a big box-like contraption with a bunch of buttons.

“That’s uh, that’s a computer,” Ian said.

“What’s it do?”

“It lets you look up information.”

“Like anything?”

“Pretty much anything.”

“What’s that?” she asked again, pointing to a different object.

“That’s a phone,”

“I know that,” she said, slurring her words a little. She took a second to rephrase her question. “How does it do...why do you talk into it?”

“I use it to talk to other people.”

“But how ?”

“Um, well, energy. My voice makes sound waves, and those waves get converted into- into energy. That energy travels along wires and then gets converted back into sound waves on the other end, that end being, uh, the person I’m talking to,” he explained, unsure why he was explaining how phones worked.

Ian considered what Adelaide just said. She knew that the phone was called a phone and that he talked into it. He couldn’t recall ever using the phone in front of her, which almost confirmed his theory that she watched him from the walls before they officially met.

“What’s that?” she asked for a third time, pointing at another object. Their night went on like this for some time.

At first, Ian was annoyed. He didn’t want to explain every little gadget in his house, so he kept his answers fairly short. After a while though, he realized he kind of enjoyed explaining these things. It made him appreciate stuff he often overlooked – computers, phones, even escalators – when he actually had to think about how they worked. Humans used these things daily, but they served no purpose to people like Adelaide. The perspective shift was jarring, but enlightening.

To see the world through Adelaide’s eyes was so fascinating, and he never got the opportunity. She never asked questions, was always closed off, and rightly so. It was hard to trust anybody in this world, let alone a giant, so Ian understood why she changed the subject every time he asked her a question about being small. Still, he had to admit to curiosity.

And though he wouldn’t admit it, that night made Ian feel good about himself. It made him feel like a proper father.

***

Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice played out of the car’s speakers. “During your tour, the appropriate information will be automatically selected and displayed for you. Simply touch the area of the screen displaying the appropriate icon. Welcome to Jurassic Park.”

The cars approached an enormous wooden gate supported by stone columns. The columns were lined with flaming sconces and at the top, a big red and yellow sign read, Jurassic Park. Adelaide hadn’t seen anything like it before. It was so grand, so expensive looking, and the doors opened all on their own just before the cars reached it! What do they have in there?

“What do they got in there, King Kong?” Ian voiced her thoughts aloud. What could possibly need a gate that large? Nothing Adelaide wanted to get close to, that was for sure.

As they passed under it, the voice continued. Unable to contain herself, Adelaide hoisted her body out of the pocket and scrambled up Ian’s shirt, using the thick fabric to get a secure grip. She stood on his shoulder, facing out the rear window, and watched the gates close behind them, all by themselves. The wonders Human Beans could come up with never ceased to amaze her.

“Wow,” she breathed. Her amazement was abruptly interrupted by one thought.

Trapped.

Adelaide had to physically shake her head to rid herself of that thought. She knew in her head that there were probably plenty of ways to leave if they needed to, but the gates closing reminded her of a cage. A big cage.

But Ian promised her - no more cages. Only he knew about her past and her parents, and even then, Adelaide hadn’t given that information willingly. She blamed her loose tongue that night on the alcohol.

***

“What’s that?” Adelaide continued down her long list of questions about the world around her (Ian’s home) and pointed to a bunch of boxes stacked haphazardly under the TV stand.

“Board games,” Ian said. Curious, he got up to check them out. He hadn’t touched them in ages, not since the last time Kelly was over... He should call her.

“Oooh, I want to play a game,” Adelaide said.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Ian said, wandering back over to the couch and carrying one of the dusty games. “How’s mouse trap sound?”

“Mouse trap?” Adelaide repeated. Her heart rate picked up and a nervous feeling spread across her body. A trap?

“Mouse trap,” he repeated back.

Adelaide stood up to approach the box, wobbling a bit. She thought she was doing okay, but that changed when she got on her feet. She took a second to clear her head, and when she stopped seeing double, she walked forward, only to stumble back again when he lifted the lid off the box too quickly.

“Careful there...you uh, sure you want to play?” Ian chuckled.

“Of course! ..... Um, it’s not actually a – a real mouse trap...is it?”

“No, no it’s not a real mouse trap. Just plastic.” Ian was oblivious to Adelaide’s worry.

“Oh.” Adelaide didn’t know what plastic had to do with anything, and she was still nervous, but she trusted him.

Ian got the game set up with no help from Adelaide. If she wasn’t intoxicated, she may have insisted on helping, but as it was, she could barely walk straight, let alone lift objects much larger than her.

She watched his hands work. Those massive hands, picking up the game pieces and putting them together. She remembered when he picked her up like that, saving her from that stupid bowl of fruit. That had been embarrassing. Though she still tried to avoid going near those hands, she was less afraid of them now. She was less afraid of Ian now. They still had a long way to go, but they were both trying.

“I think you just uh, roll the um, the die,” he said, snapping Adelaide out of her thoughts. Neither of them was about to read the instructions, but Ian was sure he had a general idea of how it went. It was pretty much your standard, run of the mill board game, anyway.

Steadying herself, Adelaide marched up to the die. She hoisted it up. It was much heavier than she anticipated, sending her sideways.

“Woah!” Ian exclaimed. He started to reach out to catch her, but she held her hands up to stop him, signaling that she had it under control. “You need help with that?”

“No,” Adelaide said, her cheeks burning. Whether it was from the alcohol or her ruined pride, she wasn’t sure. She stood up, brushed herself off, and tried again. This time, instead of trying to hold it, once Adelaide had it in her hands, she tossed it as hard as she could. It didn’t go very far at all, but it did roll a little. 4 .

“Okay, now what?”

“You move your mouse,” Ian explained. “Or you could be your own – your own game piece.” He laughed at the thought.

“You're hilarious,” Adelaide said flatly, but she had to admit it would be kinda funny. She looked to her left and found two statues of cartoon mice that stood slightly shorter than her. She saw that the board laid out in front of her had a path printed on it, and that path was divided into squares. She guessed that meant she was supposed to move her mouse four squares.

Picking the green mouse, Adelaide kicked it four spaces. It wasn’t heavy, but it still required some effort.

Ian picked up the die, shook it in his palm, and sent it across the table, making sure to aim it away from Adelaide. Even under normal circumstances, sending it flying her way seemed cruel, and now her senses were completely wiped.

Adelaide’s jaw dropped as she watched the die disappear into his hand, soar into the air, and get flung across the table in a matter of seconds. What took her a full minute and a lot of strength took Ian no time at all, and it was barely even an effort on his part. A pang of jealousy snuck into Adelaide’s mind, but she forced it away when she saw that the die landed on a 2. Ha .

They played like that for a while, figuring out the rules as they went. She would kick her green mouse along while he pushed his blue one with only a finger. They learned that they were actually supposed to build the game as they went along, but it was too late for that. All the while, Adelaide continued to drink, unaware of how it was affecting her.

“Why do you have this if you don’t have people over?” Adelaide asked, then froze. Even drunk, she knew that was a rude question. She looked up at him worriedly, but he wasn’t looking at her. “I’m sorry. That was mean. I didn’t mean to-”

Ian interrupted. “It’s alright. I ah, I have a kid. 3 kids, actually, but this is one of Kelly’s favorites.” He gave Adelaide a weak smile, but his eyes were distant.

“Oh,” she said. Ian had kids? That didn't feel par for the course. She couldn’t recall a time she ever saw kids in his house, but she didn’t push. Sometimes Adelaide forgot that Beans had emotions, and they felt them just as strongly as borrowers. It was hard to imagine something so big and powerful, something who could get whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, as anything other than confident. But here Ian was, proving her wrong.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because it looks like I’ve just- I've just won,” he said triumphantly.

Adelaide was about to claim that he was making up rules, but she was cut short when she watched him turn a weird plastic crank attached to a bunch of other things. She stared in awe as the crank made a long lever spring forward with a loud snap, which made a ball fall down a set of stairs, which knocked into a tall tower, which made another ball fall onto a lever that sprung a figurine onto a platform, which shook the post right next to her.

What the hell was this game?

Adelaide looked up just in time to see a red plastic piece descend toward her. The quick motion of her head allowed dizziness to take over and she fell to the ground, just as the cage fell over top of her and her green, plastic mouse.

A cage.

Panic flooded Adelaide’s mind and she curled in on herself as she was taken her far away from Ian's home. Tears immediately started to fall, and she shook violently. If she was thinking straight, she could have easily lifted the lightweight cage and crawled out, but she might as well have been back in that musty basement, starving and alone, for all she could do.

Ian registered none of this. He leaned down as far as he could, peering into the cage, ready to boast his ass off. Before he could speak, he saw the way she shook.

“Adelaide?” he whispered, confused.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, loud enough to make Ian flinch.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, hey. Hold on a second,” he said. He reached for the cage, but Adelaide heard the movement and looked up. She could barely see through the tears, her mind stuck in the past.

“Stop! Please stop! Just let us go. Let them go! Please!” she yelled.

Ian hesitated. He had never seen her act like this before, and the change in demeanor happened so fast. The only way out was through though, so he lifted the cage off her as quickly and as gently as he could. He pulled the game pieces out of the board to get them out of the way.

Adelaide barely registered the movement around her, curled in on herself once again, protecting her head and organs. She shook even harder still, muttering phrases to herself that Ian couldn’t hear.

Ian was at a complete loss for what to do. He couldn’t let her suffer, but any time he got close she screamed even harder. He resigned himself to sitting there, resting his hand close to her if she needed him, but not close enough to invade her space. They sat like that for a long time until eventually Adelaide’s shaking subsided, and she worked her way back to the present.

Slowly, she looked up. Ian’s hand was the first thing she saw, which made her jump back. Then, realizing where she was, she took a long, deep breath. Neither of them knew what to say and the silence seemed to stretch out forever. Adelaide refused to look at him.

“What was that?” Ian asked. It sounded harsh, even to him, but somebody had to break the silence, and it clearly wasn’t going to be Adelaide.

“None of your business,” Adelaide shot back coldly. Ian gave her a look that said, really? She took another deep breath. Let’s try that again. “Um...sorry, first of all. That was...a lot...um...I don’t- I don’t like cages,” she said pathetically.

“Yeah, I gathered as much,” Ian said. Very slowly, he lowered himself into the space between the couch and the coffee table so that he was sitting on the floor, maintaining eye contact with Adelaide the whole way. Adelaide scooched back a little, mostly from nerves, but also to avoid craning her neck. She was much too unstable for that. Ian continued to stare, waiting for her to say more.

“I used to live somewhere else, somewhere not here...obviously that’s what ‘somewhere else’ means, but...well, we used to live somewhere else. In a motel, I think it was called. People would come in and out and-”

“Who’s we?” Ian interrupted. He didn’t like how scattered her words were. She never got like this anymore. Something was wrong.

Adelaide hesitated. “My parents,” she said. Her eyes immediately welled up again at the thought of them, but she would not let the tears spill over. She’d already done enough crying for a lifetime.

“What happened?” Ian knew he was prying, but not until the following morning did he realize how he was taking advantage of her inebriated and emotional state. He felt bad about that night for a long time, but in the moment, he was too curious, too caught up in the shocking information.

“We used to, to survive we would-” Thinking was hard. “-well, that doesn’t matter, but there was this one person, he knew I was there. I don’t know how, but he knew. So, then I was bait, and obviously they came, of course they came. They shouldn’t have come, and maybe if they didn’t.... anyway,” She cleared her throat. “They took me, took them. They took us. They stuffed us in cages and sent us to...here, I guess. Texas, right? I was kept separate because I was, uh... breedable and um...they made me, with this one... they didn’t like that I wouldn’t eat their food, wouldn’t obey their orders or whatever, so they...just fuck those guys, man. You know? Nobody owns us.” She let out a little laugh and raised her drink in a ‘cheers’ motion, hoping that last bit was relatable. Not once did she look Ian in the eye, scared that he would see right through her.

Ian was stunned. He knew that this ‘borrower’ lifestyle was hard – they lived in the walls and relied on humans who didn’t know they were there to survive. He didn’t know it went this deep, that there were people actively hunting the smaller species.

“I'm uh...I’m sorry, Adelaide.... Hey, I promise though, no more cages. At least not if - if I have anything to do with it,” he said. He rested his hand a couple inches away and Adelaide perked her head up. He used her full name.

“Well, it’s over, and you don't have to be sorry. There’s nothing I can do now, except maybe go to bed,” she said. “I’m tired.” It was getting late, and her eyelids felt extremely heavy. Emotions were running high, and Adelaide was exhausted. Even though borrowers didn’t really experience day and night the same as Human Beans, Adelaide found her sleep schedule shifting closer and closer to Ian’s the more they interacted. Hmm.

Adelaide set a path for her hook that still dangled from the edge of the coffee table. Though she didn’t make it in a straight, stable line, she still made it. She went to reach for the hook when a giant hand appeared from the void less than an inch in front of her face. It plucked the hook off the table and sailed back into the air.

Adelaide fell back on her butt in shock, then looked up at Ian. “Hey!”

“Oh no, there’s no way you’re climbing anywhere like- like that. You can’t even stand up,” he said.

“I am perfectly capable of getting myself home,” she exclaimed, though when she went to stand up, she fell right back over and let out a small hiccup. Her vision went sideways, and she laughed at her own hiccup.

“How much have you had to drink?” Ian asked. He should have been paying more attention every time Adelaide asked him for more, and he realized belatedly how strong alcohol probably was to someone her size. Adelaide shrugged and let out a noise that sounded vaguely like “I don’t know.” She’d probably be alright come morning, just hungover.

“Come on,” Ian said, holding his palm out. Adelaide was going to protest more, but at least he didn’t grab her. Maybe she should show some kindness back.

“Fine,” she agreed. Taking her time, Adelaide pushed herself to her feet. Focusing on placing one foot in front of the other, she slowly and painfully made her way to his waiting hand. Instead of stepping on, she simply collapsed and rolled onto his palm. “Take it away,” she said, pointing vaguely into the air.

Ian snorted and stood up. He turned to head down the hallway.

All that motion made Adelaide’s head spin and her stomach churn. She was determined not to throw up, and it was all she could do to make sure that didn’t happen. She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn’t realize where they were headed until they were basically there. Ian’s bedroom.

“Wait, wait, wait, hello? You missed the entrance to the walls, dude,” she giggled. “Uhhhh, the one back behind the couch. That’ll be the closest.”

“I’m not setting you loose in the walls like this,” he said. “And I’m uh, certainly not going to be the one to- to cut open the walls when you get yourself um, when you get stuck somewhere. You’re gonna sleep with me tonight.” Ian didn't miss the way she revealed an entrance into the walls that was close to her home, something she'd been determined to keep secret. He wondered if he should bring that up in the morning. She definitely didn't do it on purpose.

“Geez, buy me a drink first,” Adeliade slurred, then continued to giggle at her own joke.

He set Adelaide down on his bedside table and laid out an old, clean T-shirt for her to arrange a bed to her liking.

Ian took off his shirt and pants and hopped into bed. He wasn’t shy about things like that, but it didn’t even matter, because when he turned to tell Adelaide good night, she was conked out in a nest of fabric.

Ian smiled and reached over to turn off the lamp. He would never say this out loud, lest Adelaide crucify him, but Ian thought she was adorable. Her stubborn attempts to act bigger than she really was didn’t read the way she wanted, but he wouldn’t be the one to tell her that. In fact, she almost definitely knew, but he respected her for trying, nonetheless.

Ian was tired, but he didn’t fall asleep for a long time. Adelaide’s story kept him up thinking all night and well into the early hours of the morning. Though the story was neither linear nor clear, Ian was able to piece it together and fill in the blanks. He thought back to their first meeting and how scared she was. Knowing what he knew now, Ian understood the fear response, and he was honestly baffled that she stood up to him. He was baffled that she still chose to interact with him after that day, that she let him carry her. Adelaide was brave, she was unpredictable, she was the embodiment of chaos. And maybe that’s why Ian liked her so much.

Light filtered in through the curtains. The first conscious thought that filtered into Adelaide’s mind was, Ow. My head.

Borrowers rarely got sick and didn’t get headaches often. Looking for the reason, Adelaide thought back to the previous night, but it was all kind of fuzzy.

Even with her eyes closed, she could tell it was lighter than usual and she could feel the heat beating down on her body. Wait... that wasn’t right. Hardly any light reached her small home in the walls and warmth wasn’t a concept she was familiar with. And whatever she was laying on was not her nest. Faint sounds of rushing air filled her ears, and she knew in that moment that she was not in the walls.

Panicked, Adelaide eyes flung open, and she sat up quickly, feeling around for her knife. To her right lay a giant underneath a set of massive blankets, its back turned toward her. She stood up and silently walked backward, assessing her surroundings, but she had to sit back down when her head pounded so hard, she thought it was going to explode.

This forced Adelaide to process what was actually around her. She knew this room. It was Ian’s bedroom. And so, the giant must be Ian. She let out a quick huff, upset with herself for panicking so quickly.

Adelaide had never slept outside the walls before. She’d never let her guard down and had never let herself be that vulnerable before. She trusted Ian to an extent, but she couldn’t believe she let herself fall asleep out in the open with him, all exposed – that was too much trust.

As she sat there, memories from last night slowly started to come back. Drinking alcohol, playing a board game, her mini freak out, opening up about her parents. Ugh. That was embarrassing. Maybe if she pretended not to remember, Ian would let it all go, because she did not want to talk about it further.

Wanting to get a head start on all of that, Adelaide crawled to the edge of the nightstand. She would put off standing up as long as possible. Where was her hook? Oh yeah, Ian took it last night and put it God knew where. There was no climbing down the slick sides of the table, so it looked like Adelaide was stuck there until Ian woke up.

It wasn’t so bad, save for the pounding headache. She was still nervous about how exposed she was, with so much open space around her. She just wanted to crawl under an alcove and hide from the world, but she supposed this makeshift blanket would do for now. No, not a blanket...Ian’s shirt. Huh. A weird feeling filled Adelaide's chest...

Despite the nerves, despite the embarrassment, Adelaide felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Adelaide felt safe.

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 76

Wow ... just wow ...

This is a good one, actually. Love LOTR, so yeah, this is great fun.

Ah yes ... Marisha is clearly NOT in the mood for his shit this week. Oh, the water spray! Yeah ... that's right ... typical Sam ... oof, this is a BAD skit ...

Laura and Ashley failing spectacular to live up to their respective character's classic accents is quite charming actually ... oh wow, has Pate FINALLY got his own t-shirt? Sweet ...

Sam: "I am Gimli, son of ... what was it?" Oh gods ...

New intro? Really? Oh shit ...

Fuck me ... I am SHOOK ... I dunno what I liked more, the lashings of Imodna or the way Fearne has such a cute and innocent smile on her face while wreaking bloody havoc ...

Matt's already having trouble with the beard. Wonderful ... Happy Halloween indeed ... XD

Aaaaaaaaagh no ... NOW he makes them roll ...

Oh, he rolled a 100? Oh ... shit no ... not a 5 ... SAMUEL FUCKING RIEGEL!!!

Ow! OW OW OW OW OW!!!

66? Please ... Taliesin: "Whose foot is coming out of my arm?"

Yeesh ... that was hairy ... but HELLO!!! Hi there, Sun Tree! Nice ...

Ooh, a greeting. Sweet ...

Marisha freaking out about hearing the Chetney voice coming from Travis dressed like Aragorn, son of Arathorn is so on point for how this session is destined to go ...

Oh man ... Laudna having traumatic flashbacks walking through Whitestone ... ouch ...

They're geeking out about being back in familiar surroundings ... ah yes, Percy's workshop. :3 Sweet ...

Tinkering? Oh, okay ... hey! Verna and Joe ... and Dancer! Yay! And Pussy 2 ... XD

Percy! Yay again! And he's just as crotchety as ever ...

Ah, so Percy and Dancer are NOT getting along, apparently ...

Whoa ... you are KIDDING ME ... NO ... NO ... IT IS NOT ... yes, it is, Allura! Sweet! All we need now is Kima showing up too and the full set is COMPLETE ...

So he has MORE of these simulacrum things. Cool ... but also not. Yeah ... crap ...

Allura knows Ludinus? Great ... but yeah, she thinks he's a douche too. Par for the course ...

The Harness is now largely RETROFITTED? Whoa ... sounds quite sleek and sexy, in fact ...

Way to go, Allura ... nice work there, clearly ...

A power still? Interesting ... the Quintessence Array? Even more so ... yeah, I figured this had the potential to be something NASTY ... yeah, good plan ... oh for ... CHETNEY!!!

The main course? Oh ... okay then ...

2 points of Fire damage AGAIN ... and a little inconvenience for Percy, too ... XD

Oh gods ... the hat ...

Children ... they're all still children ... EVERY TIME he mentions Pussy 2 ...

Allura: "This is extremely intense and extremely dangerous." FCG: "Like Chetney?" Travis (flipping his wig): "Oh baby ..."

Ashton (to Percy): "Adults are talking. Shush now." LOL

Oh, so Orym knows Allura already? Well it does make sense, of course ...

Whoa ... that was it? Oh boy ... IT'S ALIVE!!! O.O

SOMEONE ... to try it? Really?

The Vial of Cleansing Flame? Really? You're gonna start with THAT?!!!

Chet has 69 hit points ... OF COURSE he does ...

So we're really doing this ... okay then ...

Percy really is getting the short end of the stick in this at every turn and I love it ... XD

Enchanted Dishwear ... that cleans itself? Wow ... that is spectacularly crap ...

It's actually working ... oh boy ... five temporary hit points? And ... WHAT does it do Travis?

Holy fuck that us pretty choice actually ... also a little scary ...

Sam's flask ... oh my gods ... the ultimate ...

Table of Smart People ... yes, very true, Ashton ... ask the experts ...

Let's NOT Rend Ashton into a thousand pieces ... YES!!! Give it to Fearne!

Are they suggesting that Ashton and Fearne ... mate?

Allura's really gonna try going into Ashton's head? Seriously?

Aaaaaaah ... this is getting trippy ...

Dunamancy? Oh, here we go ...

Oh boy ... more Ashton backstory lore dumping! Yay! I love this stuff ...

The Luxon? Hmmmm ...

Oh shit ... the Malleus Key ... oooooh fuck ... wow, this is some heavy shit ... he DREAMS ABOUT this shit? O.O

:3 Laura mimicking the Merry waddle as she comes back to the table is adorable ...

Oooh ... is that a Mighty Nein namedrop there?

Ashton: "Wanna put a weird fire emperor in you?" Fearne: "Well, I mean it wouldn't be the first time." XD

Marisha: "Shirtcocking through Whitestone ..."

Long suffering Percival De Rolo ... XD

Laudna uses Pate to do some magical eavesdropping ... hmmm ...

A heart-to-heart with Dancer? Oh this'll be interesting, and likely really tough too ...

Wow ... this is really refreshing ... this is GROWTH ... awwwww ... yeah, we really needed this ... FCG definitely needed this ...

Ooh, some fresh info on D? Yeah, that would be helpful ... a mask? Hmmmm ... I wonder what Matt's setting up with THAT little detail ...

A hug? Really? Awwwwww ... awkward, but sweet ... :3

So Pate's listening in on Percy and Allura ... here we go ...

It's true, WE ARE currently being invaded by aliens ...

Crap, he's been discovered! Oh boy ... that is hilariously embarrassing ... he's doing the Worm? Yeah, I can imagine it's a bit disturbing ...

Oh, I love that little undead rat thing ...

Ah, food? Nice ... meanwhile the LOTR quotes continue apace ... XD

Orym is a very pretty bride, apparently ...

Discussing the particulars of the Harness ...

Large antlers? Oh! Hey! It's Keyleth! Yay!

Ah yes! The War Room! It's been a while ...

Paintings? Oh wow ... the adventures of Vox Machina! Sweet ...

Whoa ... Keyleth's MUM?!!! So cool ...

Time for a break, then ... yes, then we can concentrate on the really COOL stuff ...

Okay, here we go ...

Ah, so, the bigger picture is revealed ... hmmmm ...

The Reilora have special and specific powers against Divine magic ... ooooh ... interesting ...

Whoa, so the ongoing thing with Ruidus is making things continuously WORSE for all of magic in Exandria? Shit ... that's even worse ...

Imogen's dreams, yeah ...

Good girl, Imogen, you go ahead and mess with him telepathically ... XD

Yes. She IS very capable ...

Travis actually rolls to see if Chetney just drops dead right now ... apparently it's LOW ... oh boy ... Travis: "I'm flirting with it ..."

They are still kind of the Bumbling Fucks, but now they're becoming more powerful and important Bumbling Fucks ...

Marisha + that wig = Tilda Swinton ... fuck, once you see it, you really can't unsee it, can you?

This is what makes a bunch of heroes, right here ...

Matt: "We are not rolling for pregnancy."

Oh yeah, Caleb and Beau ... what HAS happened to them?

No teleportation to the moon ... yeah, probably not a smart move ...

Keyleth sends her mum to rally the troops and everybody grins as they quietly geek out ...

Insight check on Legendary Weapons? LOL

Oddly specific scrounging for treasure from FCG ... Percy: "Why does that sound so familiar?"

Bells Hells giving Keyleth such adorable nostalgia ...

Matt's beard is becoming comedy gold, it really is ... XD

A moment for Orym and the Voice ... :3

Keyleth advising Orym to keep an eye on Imogen due to her mother ... Keyleth: "Family ties can be ... confusing." Hmmmm ...

Does FCG know about devils? Religion check? Oh boy ...

Going on a tour of Whitestone? Hmmm ... what, go call oh Whitestone Andy? Throw some rocks at him? He was a big douche to her ...

Oh yeah, Vex was pretty fond of them all in the end, wasn't she?

They're being watched? I think I already know who this is ... Orym goes looking ... yeah, it is her, isn't it? Hello there cuteness ...

I love Gwen so much, she's such a sweetheart ...

She thinks Chetney's 4,000 years old? Awwww ... :3

Laudna introduces Gwen to Pate ... oh gods ...

Pate: "I'm very friendly ... in the presence of children." Oh gods indeed ...

Now she's showing her the Hound ... and she loves it ... ye gods even more ...

Fucking hell Ashley, how do you get 32 on an Insight check? Damn right she gets Whispers ...

Oh, she sensed something when she touched Laudna? Hmmmmm ...

Imogen, Laudna and Fearne follow her up into a room ... and now they're playing a game to try and coax her out? A group Persuasion Check? Hmmmm ...

Well this might still work ... just be honest with her ... and Laudna does just that ... then leaves? Oh ... that's really sad ...

A hatred? Oh man ... was that fucking Delilah? Damn it, it was ... bollocks ...

Planning a little Witchy Adventure after dark? Okay then ...

Ashton is wandering about with the other boys ... what, Changebringer's temple? Hmmm ...

Splitting up, now off to the Matron of Ravens' Temple ... nice secluded spot for it, definitely ... here we go ... a graveyard? Interesting ...

Oh, the Dawnfather? Interesting ... more modest and homely, at least ... here we are, Altar of the Raven ...

A statue of Vax? Oh wow ... that is awesome ...

Looking for an entrance ... oh, that was surprisingly easy ... and now it is PITCH BLACK ... hmmmm ... going downwards ...

Scrawny hairless ancient dwarf? How the hell does THAT work?

Othinon? Okay then ...

Five stone sarcophagi ... right ... so they're more symbolic, then?

Oh gods Ashton what are you doing? Dear fucking gods do not open that ... oh, very good joke there, Ashton ... but seriously, what the fuck is he doing?

And now he is SEALED INTO THE SARCOPHAGUS ... now Othinon is directing them to go into the others? Hmmmm ... Chetney and Orym and SHARING one ...

Nothing's happening so far ...

Oh shit, are they starting to trip out? Yeah, here we go ... it's very subtle but it's happening ...

Each having their own separate but similar experience, it would seem ... or ARE THEY sharing communication after all? Seems to be both ...

Oh okay ... hello there, Raven Queen ...

Now they're floating in a black shapeless void ... the Matron looking down upon them ... oh, so Ashton's going to try climbing out using one of the chains ... and it works? Now they're ALL doing it ...

The chains break? Now they're falling and she just explodes into a mass of ravens ...

Wait ... so what, was that actually some kind of blessing? Weird ...

That was quite the trip ... for all of TWO MINUTES ...

Meanwhile FCG has gone to the Horizon Temple ... oh, hello Osli! Nice to see a familiar face ...

Oh fuck ... Letters saying if something IS going to go bad he asks the Changebringer to maybe make it happen just to HIM and not to his friends ... come on, FCG ... don't destroy us emotionally like that ...

FCG really does have a very healthy relationship with his goddess, all things considered ...

So business has been particularly brisk at the temple lately ... par for the course, really ...

Sam: "Thank you, Cat Stevens." Matt: "It's the least I could do, ZZ Top."

Reconvening at the crepe stand ...

Holy shit, the guy there IS Whitestone Andy? Motherfucker ... Laudna is being magnanimous in her anonymity ...

Meanwhile Imogen is just subtly messing with him ...

Fuck, did FCG REALLY just Banish Andy? XD

Oh, NOW he finally remembers ... oh, maybe it's NOT him? Gods, I'm so confused ...

Closure ... nice ...

Back to the castle, time for rest and turning in ... Nice place go finally get some overdue PROPER rest. Reflecting on what's to be done, and what's to come ...

They almost don't let him, but Matt calls it a night after all ...

So that's that for the night ... and Happy Halloween ...

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