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"One, that's not going to work. Two, I fucking hate needles," said the corpse. "Three–Sex Pal, if that's how you get a lady's pants off, holy shit no wonder I stole your girl."
Palamedes rocked back on his heels.
"Not my girl. Unlike some of us, I've never much seen the allure of an evil cougar," he said crisply. "Good morning, Gideon."
Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
#page 368#nona the ninth#nona#tamsyn muir#the locked tomb#THE FEELS#palamedes sextus#palamedes#palamedes the sixth#sex pal#gideon#gideon nav#gideon the ninth#kiriona gaia#kiriona the first#cytheria#cytheria the first#quote#quotes#literature#book#booklr#reading#i agree with all your words gideon/kiriona/whatever#but also what a reentry my dude
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Karkat Vantas, John Egbert
Page 365-375
KARKAT: ROUGH DAY, HUH.
JOHN: karkat?
JOHN: what are you doing here?
KARKAT: IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU TOO.
KARKAT: JOHN, YOU MAY NOT HAVE NOTICED, BUT I AM THE LEADER OF AN ARMY. MY PLACE IS ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
JOHN: i suppose that is true, but that doesn't answer my question!
JOHN: this isn't a battlefield, it's just...
KARKAT: THE OBLITERATED, SMOLDERING HUSK OF YOUR FORMER HOME.
JOHN: well, yeah.
KARKAT: WHICH WAS DESTROYED AS COLLATERAL IN AN ONGOING MILITARY CONFLICT.
JOHN: oh all right, fine.
JOHN: it just feels weird to call it that.
JOHN: i guess i'm used to thinking of home as somewhere far away from all that war stuff.
KARKAT: JESUS *CHRIST* JOHN.
KARKAT: I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO LIST ALL THE WAYS IN WHICH THAT CONSTITUTES A SHORT-SIGHTED AND PUKE-WORTHILY IGNORANT THING TO SAY TO ME, PERSONALLY.
KARKAT: AND FRANKLY I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BOTHER, THANKS TO THE COUNTLESS FIRES I HAVE BEEN PUTTING OUT ALL DAY, THE ONE PRESENTLY CONSUMING YOUR HIVE NOTWITHSTANDING.
KARKAT: YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE MADE THINGS GO A BIT MORE SMOOTHLY? JUST A FRACTION?
KARKAT: IF YOU HADN'T JUST DECIDED TO WANDER OFF THE INSTANT SHIT STARTED HAPPENING.
JOHN: jeez, i'm sorry karkat.
JOHN: i had no idea how much time had passed.
JOHN: i must have gotten a bit distracted by my house being blown up.
KARKAT: NOT WANTING TO POINT OUT THE OBVIOUS, BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS A PROBLEM THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WERE UNIQUELY AND MAGICALLY EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH.
JOHN: huh?
KARKAT: YOU KNOW.
KARKAT: WITH YOUR SHOOSH THING.
JOHN: my shoosh thing.
KARKAT: YOUR SHOOSH THING.
KARKAT: THE GUSTY NONSENSE? THE GIFT OF GAS??
KARKAT: YOUR SBURB ALLOCATED BLOW JOB???
JOHN: uh.
KARKAT: THE SUPERNATURAL COMMUNION YOU HAVE WITH ALL THINGS WINDY, YOU ASS!!
JOHN: oh right, that.
JOHN: that would have let me put the fire out, maybe.
JOHN: i don't think there's anything in my skillset that would have unexploded my house though.
KARKAT: THAT'S FAIR.
JOHN: i suppose i'll add one more notch to the daily tally of crazy stuff that happened which i just have to accept as my life now.
JOHN: so...
JOHN: what else happened while i was caught up watching the symbolic representation of my former life get consumed in a giant fire ball?
KARKAT: OH BOY. WHERE TO START.
KARKAT: SO FIRST OFF, IN HINDSIGHT, TODAY WAS PRETTY OBVIOUSLY JUST ONE HUGE BAITED TRAP.
KARKAT: I SAY "IN HINDSIGHT", BUT FORTUNATELY IT WAS ALSO EXTREMELY APPARENT EVEN IN FORESIGHT TO THOSE OF US WHO SPENT A FEW SECONDS THINKING ABOUT IT.
JOHN: ...right.
KARKAT: OH COME ON EGBERT, SERIOUSLY?
KARKAT: KIDNAPPING A PERSON OF IMPORTANCE, ONLY TO LET US KNOW PRECISELY WHERE AND ON WHAT OCCASION THEY WOULD BE MOST ACCESSIBLE FOR A RESCUE ATTEMPT?
KARKAT: HAVING THAT OCCASION BE NONE OTHER THAN THE CORPSE PARTY OF A HIGHLY NOTEWORTHY POLITICAL FIGURE, WHOSE CASKET MIGHT AS WELL HAVE HAD A GIANT "KICK ME" SIGN DAUBED ON IT?
KARKAT: THERE WAS BASICALLY NO WAY IT WASN'T A FRONT FOR SOMETHING HUGE. AND IT WAS!
KARKAT: WE HAPPEN TO BE SITTING IN FRONT OF ONE FACET OF THAT HUGENESS AT THIS VERY MOMENT.
JOHN: well, when you put it like that...
JOHN: i guess we all got pranked pretty hard, huh.
KARKAT: THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR SHITTY NERD PRANKS JOHN.
KARKAT: FRANKLY I'M INSULTED THAT YOU THINK SUCH A WORD IS EVEN REMOTELY APPOSITE TO THE PRESENT SITUATION.
KARKAT: OTHER THAN TO DESCRIBE THE WAY I AM PERSONALLY BEING "PRANKED" BY REALITY IN HAVING TO EXPLAIN ALL THIS TO YOU.
KARKAT: ANYWAY, THE RESCUE ATTEMPT.
KARKAT: THIS IS THE ONLY POINT WHERE ANY SEMBLANCE OF GOOD NEWS COMES INTO PLAY, SO SAVOR IT.
JOHN: okay.
KARKAT: IT TURNS OUT THAT WE DIDN'T NEED TO PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THE RESCUING YIFFY PART OF THE OPERATION.
KARKAT: SHE BASICALLY RESCUED HERSELF WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE.
KARKAT: AND TOOK CARE OF KICKING GAMZEE'S CORPSEBOX OVER WHILE SHE WAS AT IT, IN A STUNNING DISPLAY OF EFFICIENCY WHICH THE REST OF US CAN ONLY ASPIRE TO.
JOHN: oh wow, haha.
JOHN: i knew she'd be a bit of a character, being rose and jade's daughter and all...
JOHN: but that's impressive!
JOHN: it sounds like she'd be a pretty welcome addition to your ranks then.
KARKAT: SHE'S A CHILD, YOU MORON.
KARKAT: OH, AND SPEAKING OF WHICH.
KARKAT: PAUSING BRIEFLY TO NOTE IN ADVANCE HOW MUCH I LOATHE THE FACT THAT THIS IS AN EVENTUALITY THAT THE UNIVERSE HAS *ONCE AGAIN* SEEN FIT TO CURSE US WITH:
KARKAT: THE VRISKAS, PLURAL.
JOHN: shit.
KARKAT: THEY'VE BOTH BEEN CAPTURED.
JOHN: shiiiiiiiit.
KARKAT: YEAH.
KARKAT: GREAT WORK KEEPING AN EYE ON THEM, BY THE WAY!
KARKAT: YOU LITERALLY HAD ONLY ONE JOB, AND YOU MESSED IT UP IN THE EQUALLY SINGULAR WAY IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DO.
JOHN: urgh, i know, i know. ):
KARKAT: HAVING SAID THAT, THIS WAS THE ONE THING UP CROCKER'S SLEEVE YOU COULD BE EXCUSED FROM NOT HAVING SEEN COMING.
KARKAT: I GUESS BECAUSE, ON THE FACE OF IT, IT'S JUST TOTALLY FUCKING BANANAS!
KARKAT: JANE'S PLAN FOR THIS CONFLICT HAS THUS FAR CONSISTED ALMOST ENTIRELY OF KIDNAPPING VARIOUS HIGH PROFILE CHILDREN.
KARKAT: IT'S BIZARRE.
KARKAT: AS THOUGH WE ARE FIGHTING A WAR OF ATTRITION, WHERE THE MAIN RESOURCE BEING UTILIZED IS THE OFFSPRING OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON THE PLANET.
KARKAT: IF IT WASN'T ONE OF THE CORE TENETS OF HER FASCISTIC PHILOSOPHY, I'D BE TEMPTED TO SAY THAT CURBING REPRODUCTION MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA, IF ONLY TO PREVENT THIS KIND OF FUCKSHIT NONSENSE FROM HAPPENING.
JOHN: wait.
JOHN: wait a minute.
JOHN: you said that both vriskas have been captured, right?
KARKAT: EXCUSE ME WHILE I WEEP FOR JOY AT THE REVELATION THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION FOR ONCE.
JOHN: okay, well putting that emotional outburst aside for a moment.
JOHN: how is that even possible?
JOHN: doesn't vriska, the original vriska, still have her magic alien mind control powers?
JOHN: it seems like it should be basically impossible for anyone to kidnap her.
KARKAT: YOU'VE STUMBLED ASS BACKWARDS ACROSS THE MOST IMPORTANT POINT OF THIS UNFORTUNATE DEVELOPMENT.
KARKAT: YOU ARE CORRECT, IN THAT WITH HER CASTE-TYPICAL, *COMPLETELY SCIENTIFIC AND NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT MAGICAL* PSYCHOMANIPULATIVE ABILITIES, STAYING OUT OF CROCKER'S REACH SHOULD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY TRIVIAL FOR SERKET PRIME.
KARKAT: EVEN ACCOUNTING FOR THE FACT THAT SAID ABILITIES ARE NOT NEARLY AS POTENT ON HUMANS AS THEY ARE ON FELLOW TROLLS, THEY STILL OUGHT TO HAVE TIPPED ANY ALTERCATION SQUARELY IN HER FAVOR.
KARKAT: BUT SOMEHOW, IT DIDN'T!
KARKAT: INSTEAD, THINGS APPEAR TO HAVE GONE GLOBES UP IN CLASSIC VRISKITE FASHION, AND NOW ONE OF THE MOST UNEXPECTED AND UNWANTED BUT NEVERTHELESS USEFUL WEAPONS IN OUR ARSENAL IS DOING TIME IN CROCKERJAIL.
KARKAT: THAT'S ABOUT ALL WE'VE BEEN ABLE TO GLEAN FROM TAPPING INTO THE BATTERBITCH AIRWAVES, WHICH IS A FANCY TERM FOR EAVESDROPPING ON THOSE OF HER AGENTS WHO TALK A LITTLE TOO LOUDLY IN SEMI-PUBLIC SPACES.
JOHN: jeez.
JOHN: i really screwed that up, didn't i.
KARKAT: I'M RELIEVED TO SEE THAT YOUR GRASP OF THAT FACT IS PRETTY GOOD AT LEAST.
JOHN: ):
KARKAT: HAVING SAID ALL OF THAT, AND WITH THE RECOGNITION THAT I AM CHOOSING TO NURSE YOUR BRUISED FEELINGS DURING A PLANET WIDE CONFLICT FOR THE FATE OF MY SPECIES,
KARKAT: IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO EXPEDITE YOUR GETTING THE FUCK OVER IT?
JOHN: i... hm.
JOHN: i don't really know?
JOHN: this all feels wrong, karkat.
JOHN: no offense, but when you're around, it's usually a lot...
KARKAT: A LOT WHAT?
JOHN: a lot funnier.
KARKAT: FUNNIER.
JOHN: how to put this.
JOHN: normally listening to you go on and on about how much we've fucked everything up is just very funny!
JOHN: but now it's just not the same.
JOHN: maybe it's part of what's going on with this entire reality? i don't know.
JOHN: once upon a time i would have put down your ability to pull a silly rant out of your butt as a fundamental law of physics or something.
JOHN: remember back when we first knew each other?
JOHN: it felt like all you ever said to me was how much you thought i was screwing up and being a useless asshole.
JOHN: and once i realized that you were also just a dumb kid who didn't know what was going on, i started to kind of enjoy it.
JOHN: but now it's like... the only one who's still a dumb kid is me, and everyone else has something big and important going on that i just don't understand.
JOHN: i thought that i finally got what was going on with this whole war and everything. i wanted to be useful!
JOHN: i guess i got a little too wrapped up in the feeling of something finally happening again.
JOHN: and then watching it all blow up in my face, kind of literally now that i think about it...
JOHN: it's hard not to feel even more dejected about the situation than i was before.
JOHN: and now even the patented karkat vant rant has lost all its sparkle.
JOHN: maybe if you had like, painstakingly itemized a list of all the things wrong with my plan in a comically overdone fashion or something.
KARKAT: I CONSIDERED IT, BUT HONESTLY THERE WAS SO MUCH WRONG THAT I CONCLUDED THAT THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE WOULD BE TO NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN.
JOHN: oh. okay.
KARKAT: IF WE'RE BEING HONEST, YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PLAN, JOHN.
KARKAT: CALLING IT A PLAN WOULD IMPLY THAT IT WAS A STRUCTURED SEQUENCE OF STEPS DESIGNED TO ACHIEVE A GOAL.
KARKAT: WHAT YOU CAME UP WITH WAS A CONVOLUTED MESS WHICH STILL SOMEHOW INVOLVED DOING FUCKALL.
KARKAT: AND I USE CONVOLUTED HERE IN THE SAME WAY THAT I WOULD TO DESCRIBE THE FRENZIED DRAWSTICK SCRIBBLES OF A SQUALLING HUMAN INFANT.
KARKAT: SPEAKING OF WHICH:
KARKAT: DRAWING A SHITTY PICTURE WITH "THE ULTIMATE PLAN" AT THE TOP AND A BUNCH OF ARROWS DOES NOT, AND TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE HAS NEVER, CONSTITUTED AN ACTIONABLE PLAN.
KARKAT: DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS CRITICISM WITH ANOTHER MISERABLE EXPRESSION, I AM BEGGING YOU.
JOHN: okay ):
KARKAT: LOOK.
KARKAT: I APPRECIATE THAT YOU SEEM TO HAVE DUG YOUR PAN OUT OF YOUR OWN CHUTE THE FEW MICROMETERS NECESSARY TO NOTICE THE PRECISE DEGREE TO WHICH THE WORLD IS BEING JUDICIOUSLY BATFUCKED RIGHT NOW.
KARKAT: AS HARD AS IT IS TO BELIEVE, THAT'S A FEAT WHICH NO SMALL NUMBER OF PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE OF DOING!
KARKAT: BUT NOTICING THE PROBLEM AND MAKING MEANINGFUL PROGRESS TOWARDS SOLVING IT ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS.
KARKAT: THE NEXT TIME YOU GET THE IMPULSE TO "LEND A HAND", YOU'D BE BETTER OFF CANNING IT FOR FIVE MINUTES AND LISTENING TO THOSE OF US WHO'VE BEEN TRYING TO SOLVE IT A LOT LONGER THAN YOU HAVE.
KARKAT: THIS ISN'T AN EXERCISE BEING CONDUCTED IN ORDER FOR YOU TO PROVE YOUR PERSONAL DEGREE OF MORAL RECTITUDE.
KARKAT: AND IF IT WAS, YOU WOULD HAVE ALREADY FAILED MISERABLY! SO DO YOURSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE A FAVOR AND STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE.
JOHN: well... all right. if you say so karkat.
KARKAT: I DO SAY SO, EMPHATICALLY AND AT GREAT VOLUME.
KARKAT: AND NOW THAT MY OBLIGATION TO CATECHIZE YOU ON THE SUBJECT OF YOUR OWN LIFE IS FULFILLED, I HAVE A WAR TO GET BACK TO.
JOHN: wait, hold on.
KARKAT: OH MY GOD WHAT NOW.
JOHN: you can't be leaving already.
JOHN: there's... so much we still need to talk about!
KARKAT: OF COURSE I'M SHITTING LEAVING.
KARKAT: WHAT MORE COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE FOR US TO DISCUSS??
KARKAT: PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME YOU JUST HAD ANOTHER EMOTION THAT WE NEED TO DROP EVERYTHING IN ORDER TO DISSECT.
JOHN: no, that's not what i'm talking about at all.
JOHN: karkat, we still haven't spoken about *you*!
KARKAT: ABOUT ME?
JOHN: yes.
KARKAT: ABOUT *ME*?
JOHN: about you.
KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT ME.
JOHN: well...
JOHN: you know, how you feel!
KARKAT: HOW I FEEL.
JOHN: or just...
JOHN: argh, i don't know!
JOHN: it's just been so long since we've seen each other.
JOHN: all sorts of things have happened in that time, and it doesn't feel right to just not even mention any of it!
KARKAT: LIKE WHAT??
JOHN: oh, i don't know karkat, literally anything!
JOHN: i mean, look at you.
JOHN: you are decked out in a tight body suit and have an eyepatch and everything. there is simply no way there isn't something to discuss there.
JOHN: or like, forget the eyepatch, we don't have to talk about the eyepatch.
JOHN: i feel as though my point still stands?
JOHN: there is basically a bottomless well full of stuff to go through.
JOHN: i mean we kind of glossed over it when you brought her up earlier, but what about yiffy?
JOHN: this might not come across so easily due to human troll cultural boundaries, but her existing is kind of a big deal??
JOHN: i feel like somehow i missed the part where we all sit around and talk about how strange it is that two of our friends went off and had a secret child without any of us knowing!
JOHN: is it too much to ask that we have that part now, karkat?
JOHN: i mean, maybe it just doesn't mean that much to you.
KARKAT: JOHN.
JOHN: which is a little strange, given that it ties in to the whole conflict that you had with jade and dave.
JOHN: oh god we have to talk about dave.
KARKAT: JOHN.
KARKAT: FUCKING HELL!
KARKAT: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT DAVE.
JOHN: no, this is what i mean, karkat.
JOHN: we need to talk about dave!
KARKAT: HAHA! LIKE SHIT WE DO!!
KARKAT: I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW THIS IS EVEN A RELEVANT TOPIC OF CONVERSATION.
JOHN: oh come on.
JOHN: there's no way you aren't feeling kind of messed up about him, right?
JOHN: i know i am.
JOHN: whenever i think about how things ended between you two...
JOHN: especially now that he's...
JOHN: ugh, i'm sorry. i'm SO sorry karkat. sorry doesn't even begin to cover it.
JOHN: this whole thing feels so impossibly sad.
JOHN: all i'm trying to say is...
JOHN: it's not healthy to bottle these feelings up and not acknowledge them.
JOHN: even if you aren't feeling anything right now, and i don't for a moment believe that's true, *i* need to talk about dave!
JOHN: so can we please just talk about dave for a moment.
KARKAT: NNNNGNGNGGGGGGGUUUUUUGUUGHHHHHHHH FINE.
KARKAT: IF IT WILL GET YOU TO SHUT UP ABOUT THIS TOPIC FOR EVEN A BRIEF MOMENT, THEN FINE.
KARKAT: REGARDLESS OF HOW POINTLESS AN EXERCISE I CONSIDER IT TO BE, I WILL DISCUSS WITH YOU MY "FEELINGS" ABOUT DAVE.
JOHN: okay.
JOHN: thank you.
KARKAT: ARE YOU PREPARED TO BE INUNDATED WITH NONE OTHER THAN AN UNINTERRUPTED SPATE OF HARD, UNEMBELLISHED DATA VIS A VIS MY SWEEPS-SUPPRESSED, BISCUITFELT EMOTIONS ON THE DAVE SITUATION??
KARKAT: WELL HERE GOES.
KARKAT: *DEEP BREATH*
KARKAT: YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL ABOUT DAVE?
KARKAT: HOW I FEEL IS THAT I WISH THAT EVERYONE WOULD STOP FUCKING BOTHERING ME ABOUT HIM!!!
KARKAT: ALRIGHT, SO HE AND JADE GOT HUMAN MARRIED!! BIG DEAL!!!
KARKAT: DO PEOPLE FORGET THAT I WAS THERE?? I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE IS FORGETTING THAT I WAS LITERALLY INVITED TO THE OCCASION.
KARKAT: I'VE EVEN COME TO EXPECT THIS KIND OF AMNESIAC BEHAVIOR FROM EVERYONE ELSE, SINCE I ADMIT THAT I DIDN'T EXACTLY STICK AROUND OR ACTUALLY SHOW MY FACE FOR MOST OF THE ORDEAL, BUT YOU EGBERT SHOULD HAVE NO FUCKING EXCUSE!
JOHN: wait, karkat, that's not what i
KARKAT: SO YEAH! THAT WHOLE THING HAPPENED, AND I CAME TO TERMS WITH WHATEVER THERE WAS TO COME TO TERMS WITH, WHICH WAS FUCKING *NOTHING*, AND THEN I GOT ON WITH THE ACTUAL IMPORTANT BUSINESS OF TRYING TO PREVENT THE WORLD FROM CRUMBLING!
KARKAT: WHICH, NOW THAT WE'RE ON THE SUBJECT, IS *STILL FUCKING HAPPENING*!
KARKAT: I AM UTTERLY APPALLED THAT THIS IS AN INFO MORSEL I KEEP HAVING TO SPOONFEED DOWN YOUR WINDCHUTE EVERY FIVE SECONDS, JOHN, I REALLY AM.
KARKAT: I MEAN HOLY SHIT, NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!
KARKAT: AND ONE THING I CAN SAY WITH ABSOLUTE IRONCLAD CERTAINTY IS THAT IF DAVE WERE HERE, HE WOULD SAY THE SAME THING!!
KARKAT: SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHERE *IS* DAVE??
JOHN: um.
KARKAT: I FEEL LIKE IF ANYONE COULD HAVE PREVENTED TODAY FROM DEVOLVING INTO A HEADLESS CLUSTERFUCK, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN... OKAY, MAYBE NOT HIM, BUT AT LEAST HE MIGHT HAVE HELPED DRAG YOU OUT OF YOUR DEPRESSIVE FUGUE A LITTLE SOONER!
JOHN: (oh shit.)
KARKAT: NOT ONLY THAT, BUT MAYBE WITH BOTH OF US HERE WE COULD HAVE DISPENSED WITH THIS ENTIRE SORRY TOPIC ONCE AND FOR ALL, IF ONLY FOR YOUR BENEFIT!
KARKAT: OH HI DAVE, JOHN SEEMS TO BE UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THE UNSPOKEN HISTORY BETWEEN US IS OF SUFFICIENT IMPORT THAT WE NEED TO HASH IT OUT THIS VERY SECOND IN FRONT OF THE BLASTED REMAINS OF HIS HOME!
KARKAT: yo karkat that does seem to be a strange thing for my best friend john to be concerned about given that he has spent the past five years wallowing in the depths of deepest divorce fever
KARKAT: and especially since jade and i have meanwhile been working as part of your resistance with no complaints, but sure, we can brofist each other and arrange our limbs in an unambiguously platonic way
KARKAT: a way which is also flawlessly calculated to communicate to everyone present that here are two guys who are totally and unequivocally over each other
JOHN: (oh god. you don't...)
KARKAT: THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA DAVE, AND WITH THAT MAYBE THAT WAY WE CAN WASH OUR TOUCH STUMPS OF THIS WHOLE ORDEAL AND NEVER HAVE TO SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!
KARKAT: WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, JOHN?
KARKAT: WOULD THAT SATISFY YOUR CRAVING FOR CATHARSIS ON THE SUBJECT OF DAVE??
KARKAT: WELL WHY DON'T WE TRY IT THEN.
KARKAT: IN FACT, WHY DON'T YOU CALL DAVE AND GET HIM OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!
JOHN: (oh my god...)
KARKAT: MAYBE WE SHOULD GET JADE TO COME AS WELL!
JOHN: ):
KARKAT: FUCK, WHY NOT INVITE FUCKING EVERYONE!!!
KARKAT: WHY NOT PRESS "PAUSE" ON THE RACE WAR FOR A MOMENT AND HAVE ONE HUGE FEELINGS JAM LAWNMEAL WHERE WE ALL PUBLICLY EXPATIATE OUR VARIOUS CONVOLUTED EMOTIONS.
KARKAT: FORGET PEACE TALKS, GET FUCKING *CROCKER* TO COME!
KARKAT: MAYBE THE SIGHT OF A DAVEKAT RECONCILIATION IS THE SECRET KEY TO UNLOCKING THE PART OF HER BRAIN THAT STOPS HER FROM BEING A GENOCIDAL RACIST BITCH!!!
KARKAT: HOW COULD WE HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN SO BLIND!!!!!!
KARKAT: IF GAMZEE WASN'T DEAD, YOU COULD HAVE INVITED HIM AS WELL!
KARKAT: HAHAHA, THAT'S OKAY, WE STILL HAVE A VERITABLE MENAGERIE OF PEOPLE WE KNOW WHO AREN'T DEAD.
JOHN: ))))):
KARKAT: ALL OF WHOM I AM SURE WILL BE SIMPLY DELIGHTED TO ATTEND WHAT WILL UNDOUBTEDLY BE THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT IN EARTH C'S BULLSHIT HISTORY.
KARKAT: IF THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES, EGBERT, THEN I AM PREPARED TO DO IT!
KARKAT: DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!
KARKAT: IF JUST FOR AN *INSTANT* IT WILL GET EVERYONE OFF MY CASE ABOUT THIS, I WILL STAND UP WITH DAVE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE ***FUCKING WORLD*** AND SOLEMNLY VOW THAT I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT!!!!
JOHN: KARKAT!!!!
JOHN: ugh, fuck, this is just too much!
JOHN: i thought you KNEW!
KARKAT: KNEW WHAT???
JOHN: dave's GONE, karkat!
JOHN: he's...
JOHN: he's dead.
JOHN: i didn't mean for you to find out like this at all, i thought...
JOHN: i mean, i only heard about it yesterday, but i was convinced someone would have told you already!
JOHN: apparently one minute he was there, and the next...
JOHN: none of us even know how it happened, and it doesn't make any sense that he's dead, but he is.
JOHN: he is dead and he's not coming back.
KARKAT:
JOHN: talk to me karkat, please.
JOHN: please talk to me karkat.
KARKAT:
KARKAT: HE...
KARKAT: HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE?
#homestuck#homestuck^2#karkat vantas#john egbert#homestuck^2 act 1#page 365#page 366#page 367#page 368#page 369#page 370#page 371#page 372#page 373#page 374#page 375
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im mad that, when looking up paper girls on tumblr, it only shows people (rightfully) complaining about the tv show being cancelled. although i wish there was more talk about the comics. but then again, im not really in the fandom so I can't say for all posts, I'm talking about what shows up on the tag.
i first heard about these comics from a twitter mutual who was crazy about it ,like ,four years ago. (what was i even doing on Twitter back then, god?) but I don't think I would've understood it then...
anyways, im almost halfway through the big volume with all the comics and I started reading it this morning. it feels so nice to read it two years after watching the tv show! i feel like i understand nothing, but at the same time i know more about the characters, and i love them.
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the phone numbers in question
#368#osc#youve heard of dial-a-song now get ready for dial-a-forecast#like literally thats what the page is called
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Why am I seeing people genuinely shocked that Hagakure doesn’t wear anything
“Wait so she was wearing NOTHING this entire time??” Yeah. Her costume is her being naked. Where have you been
#bnha#bnha 368#this is about the reactions to her color page so im gonna tag the chapter it was shown#hagakure tooru#mettys posts
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“Gabriel. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“You don’t know how to be careful.”
He smiles, then kisses me on the cheek and says some words, and even though they are in French I know what they mean, and I grab him to me.
He says, “How many days to your Giving?”
“Four. You know that.”
“I won’t miss it.”
And then he’s climbing over the wall and is gone.
#sorry i have nabriel brain rot#and i’m about to make it everyone’s problem#at my big age YES but this is reminding me of varociously reading YA books in middle school so i am living for the nostalgia#page 368 of half bad you will always be famous#netflix series so good i had to start the trilogy#OKAY LOOK I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO GABRIEL AT THE END OF THE SERIES#but i was still giggling and kicking my feet reading that#nathan’s first person POV is so good#i’m obsessed#half bad#the bastard son & the devil himself#books
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ok i read 40 pages of that book. it’s fine. i wish it was chain of thorns though.
#i’m too tired to read anything else tho so now i’m upset#why would a professor assign a 368 page book to be read over 2 weeks just for a 10 question quiz#think i might just take the L on that quiz frankly. there’s no way i’m reading 328 more pages in a week.#my course evaluation WILL hear about this.#beth.txt
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Peek into my Mods folder...
This is dedicated to @alltimefail-sims or anyone who needs a little help with lag!
I have several mods I refer to as "efficiency mods" that are little quality-of-life tweaks that make the game smoother for me, either by reducing lag or reducing immersion-breaking hiccups. As always, your mileage may vary, but hopefully this is helpful to someone. :) List of mods under cut to keep your dash clean.
No Intro - Whether you are trying to 50/50 your mods, testing new CC, or just need to shave time off your game loading... get rid of the cinematic intro.
Free Will Delay - Do your sims curbstomp their queue and proceed to fuck off to something unrelated? Yeah, me too, until I got this mod.
From the mod description: "[E]very time you tell your sim to do something, they will be forced to listen! …For 5 minutes. Then they get free will back again. This is probably why controlling Sims in Sims 4 feels so bad! Because you lose control the second they start doing what they're told. Even if you queue up actions, the total time is STILL five minutes- because it goes from the last direction you give your sim. So you can tell them to do 3 hours worth of stuff while paused…and they'll get control back after 5 minutes. This mod changes this timeframe to an option of your choosing, to make controlling your sims feel more rigid."
Simulation Unclogger - This is an oldie-but-goodie mod from Turbodriver that helps interrupt when Sims get stuck in an endless action loop.
Evolve/Fertilize All Plants - Kind of weird how we can Harvest All but you can't Evolve or Fertilize All, right?
No Empty Venues When Arriving - Helps with the issue of going to a community lot and waiting around for Sims to show up. May cause increased lag if you are bottlenecked by RAM.
Food Autonomy Overhaul - Stops your stupid Sims from eating ingredients, AND allows Sims who hate cooking to autonomously grab quick meals. Didn't know they wouldn't do that? Yeah. That's a thing.
Don't Do That! Version 1 and Version 2 - Removes autonomy on annoying actions that can't be affected by MCCC tuner, like reactions and some trait idle animations.
Less Obsession - Lowers autonomy for certain things without disabling entirely. I still want my Sims to paint, but I don't want them to start a new figure painting any time they are left unsupervised.
Smarter Self-Care - Makes Sims prioritize their needs better before they are uncomfortable. I only use the packages for NPCs and Pets.
NPC Relationship Autonomy Fix - Stops random Sims from breaking into your house to ask to be your BFF (and tunes the requirements so they actually have to be your friend first.)
Buy More Upgrade Parts - Allows you to buy a package of 50 upgrade parts for when you are grinding out handiness or robotics.
The following mods are all by Bienchen and don't have a direct page for each package. You can search by name pretty easily on their website. I recommend flipping through and grabbing anything you find useful - I have a total of 368 of their mods installed. Here are some highlights:
novisibleecoeffects - The aurora will nuke your framerate. I know it's pretty, but oh my god.
noautonomousbakewhitecake - Does what it says on the tin, keeps your house from being overrun by cakes.
harvestnogroupinteraction - Stops club members from autonomously harvesting plants. Those are MY death flowers!
lessemotionidles - Reduces unnecessary idle animations from emotions, great for preventing your Sims from looking flirty at inappropriate times...
lesspreferenceidles - Stops your sims from thinking about how much they like fishing/fitness/etc. when they should be doing things.
happytoddleridledisabled - Stops the idling from the Happy Toddler trait. SUPER useful for family gameplay.
laundry_buffsandsoloidlesfix - Stops or reduces idles related to laundry. It's just clothes, bro
eldertweak - Reduces elder animation idles.
hastopeewalkstyleforchildonly - Helps get your Sims to the toilet in a reasonable amount of time.
tinyhousebuffhider - I know I'm in a Tiny Home, I don't need a moodlet.
lottraiteffectshider - Hides the little floating lightbulbs around Sims heads from lot traits.
notraitnotifications - I know my geek likes video games, I don't need the pop-up every time I play.
noholidayoutcomenotification - Please don't rub my nose in the fact I forgot to celebrate.
nofestivalnotifications and nofestivalnotificationsound - Helpful when a pack is new, but years later... no thanks.
noenrollmentandscholarshipinfo - No more info screen about the two universities. I think most of us know it all by now.
nouprootplant - Never cry because of a misclick again
simschangeoutfitwhenhotorcold - Should have already been autonomous, but alas.
novisualpoliteintroeffects - I don't know if I am the only one, but the glowing really bothers me.
restaurantsittweak - Sit down and eat your dang food! No more wandering Sims.
longerprom - Takes 6 hours instead of 4 so you can actually do something.
I probably have other QoL mods that could be helpful, but these are my recommendations to start with. Love to all the modders that keep this game playable <3
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Windows by @drgrlfriend
Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
fic by @drgrlfriend
art by @maichan808 & @andavs-main
368 pages / 83,266 words
Title Font: PP Hatton
Body Fonts: Cardo, Geo
HAPPY FFWAD!!! Thank you @renegadepublishing for putting on this event in celebration!
More on the process below the cut!
I'm so excited to be posting this book! Super grateful @drgrlfriend was so down to let me bind Windows for Fan Fiction Writer Appreciation Day. This is one of my all-time favs, and I was thrilled to give it the treatment it deserves! @maichan808 & @andavs-main were also incredibly kind to allow me to include their stunning art pieces in the book <3 And thank you @renegadepublishing for putting this event together!
I wanted the typeset to be visually interesting and move around the page, without making it difficult to read. I created unique headers for each of the 28 chapters with royalty free art, and varied placement on the page in six different configurations. I also played with the text warp to make the text work as part of the image - one of my favorites is chapter 26, "Banshee", pictured above!
I used Brick duo for this bind, as part of the vision for the front cover, which was done in silver permanent vinyl. I think the rich rust color is perfect for how I would imagine Stiles & Derek's apartment building, and the silver is incredibly reflective - my favorite part is how the vinyl catches the light on the spine, and can reflect "Windows" on whatever surface it's on (pictured above). That's not an added effect, it's just doing that!
I did @tankbredgrunt's faux double-core headband with some Sulky Gutermann I bought at a secondhand store for $0.25, and it's so pretty! A bit thin to work with, but totally worth it for the multi-color effect it gives off.
And I finally got a proper crisp hinge! I think it really brings the whole book together, thank you knitting needles (even though you were a pain in the ass).
This project also marks my 100th book! I'm rapidly approaching the two year mark of my fanbinding career with no sign of stopping; thank you to this entire community, and all of the fandoms I've been able to bring this hobby to. I love how cross-fandom it is; and for an old floater like me, it's wonderful to bring all of my interests together and have something that transcends those lines.
HAPPY FAN FICTION WRITER APPRECIATION DAY!
#fanbinding#bookbinding#fanfic binding#fanficbinding#me myself and i#fanfic#ficbinding#renegade publishing#teen wolf#derek hale#sterek fic#sterek#stiles x derek#stiles stilinski#derek x stiles#drgrlfriend#ffwad#fanficwriterappreciationday#renegadelovesfic
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Nervous
Alhaitham x gn!reader
-> IN WHICH Alhaitham acted nervous the previous days. Why's that?
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"Is he okay?" Paimon asked as she looked at Al-Haitham. Kaveh shrugged. "I don't know. He's been acting like this for quite a while. I'd say a few days…? Never once have I seen him like that. If I had to take a guess, I'd say one of his studies didn't work out."
Now you might be wondering what's gotten Al-Haitham all worked up. He's been distant. Sure, Al-Haitham was one of the humans that don't like human contact and is avoiding it at all costs.
But in the last few days, he's been distant, short-tempered and nervous. Kaveh wondered what could make Al-Haitham nervous.
Al-Haitham always made sure the house was cleaned, always made sure everything was set in place and always made sure that Kaveh did all these things as well.
Oh Archons, one time Kaveh put his dirty dishes in the sink, telling himself he would clean it later,
and Al-Haitham saw it,
oh boy,
Kaveh got a 30-minute long lecture regarding his dirty dishes, why he shouldn't put them in the sink, why he shouldn't leave them there and why he should clean them right away.
That made Kaveh worry.
Al-Haitham never acted like this.
Never.
"Now that I think about it, he's been acting so strange, it's not normal anymore. Well, as normal as he can be. I'm gonna ask him later in the afternoon." Mache said his last words before following Al-Haitham,
who ran off again, because "the colours don't match". Kaveh didn't know what that meant, so he brushed it off as he did before.
Al-Haitham was pacing around the house again.
"Al-Haitham." Kaveh stopped in his tracks to follow his roommate.
"Al-Haitham." He didn't respond to Kaveh's call, still murmuring "That's not good enough." and "This doesn't fit well.
"Al-Haitham!" Now Kaveh yelled his name. Said man stopped in his tracks, locking up his roommate. "What?!" The scribe matches his energy. "Can you not just stand around and help me?! The table is off, the light is too bright and the carpet is dirty!" Al-Haitham's tone was loud and demanding. [Name] should arrive the next day
or today,
he didn't know. That's why he wants the apartment to look perfect at all times.
It's been a year since you travelled to Fountain because of your job. What if you found someone new? What if your love for him disappeared? What if you realized you don't need him anymore?
He didn't know. But he wanted to. So badly. You never gave him an exact date when you would come back. If you did. Maybe you had sent a letter telling him you would stay. Telling him you didn't want him anymore.
"You need to calm down!" Kaveh's voice brought Al-Haitham back. "I don't know what's going on with you! The previous days you've been acting strange! Always walking around, never giving yourself a break, never once stopped complaining about how dirty this apartment is or how the lights are too bright! You need to stop! You need to take a break! Please." The architect grew frustrated at the end of his lecture.
Al-Haitham was ready to respond.
But the doorbell rang.
He instead froze.
Is that you?
Were you finally home...?
...back to him?
The scribe completely forgot about Kaveh and his lecture, about his complaints and, about his doubts regarding you. Instead, he paced towards the door, maybe it's not you? He carefully opened the door.
"Al-Haitham." You stood there, smiling at him. You came back.
Back to him.
Your boyfriend didn't move, didn't speak and didn't even think. All on his mind was you and you only.
"[N-Name]?" He couldn't believe his eyes.
368 days. 18 hours and 28 minutes since he has last seen you.
Yes, he counted.
How could he not?
"Aren't you gonna give me a hug?" You opened your arms and Al-Haitham immediately responded, hugging you.
And lifting you up. "Aw, did someone miss me?" You giggled. You were so happy to be back home and finally spent time with your boyfriend again.
"Quiet," Al-Haitham murmured while burying his head into your neck. You were sure 5 minutes have passed since he lifted you up. "Hey I know you missed me and all, but can you put me back down, please? We have time." You patted his head as he let you down, even though he complained. You put your hand around your suitcase and entered his apartment.
"I see you've cleaned. How unusual of you, I wonder what else is new." You laughed, noticing him blushing because of your words. "I-I wanted it to be perfect for you. I know how you like keeping your environment clean and organized." You were going to say something, but-
"YOU HAVE A PARTNER?!" Someone you didn't know yelled from behind. You turned around, surprised. "Haitham you didn't tell me you had a new friend, less roommate. Here I thought you would be lonely during the time I was gone." Kaveh didn't know it was even possible to get the scribe to blush, but here you are, making a stammering, flustered and blushed mess out of him.
"I'm [Name]. Al-Haitham's partner. And you are the 'annoying' roommate Haitham spoke about?" You held out your hand and smiled kindly at the new person.
"Yeah sure."
#alhaitham x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#x reader#genshin#genshin fluff#alhaitham#reader#gn!reader
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@sharpidiot — making a new post since the other one is super long, but yeah, considering the position of the Sheikah at this point in Hyrule's history, and how they got there and the existence of the Yiga Clan? It's a big problem.
It's not mentioned in BotW itself, but the entire reason why the Yiga Clan exist is because 10,100 years ago, after the Sheikah helped save Hyrule from the Calamity by building the Divine Beasts and Guardians, the King of Hyrule felt threatened by them and basically attempted a genocide on the Sheikah. All Sheikah tech was ordered to be destroyed, Sheikah were forced out of the main parts of Hyrule, and Sheikah were banned from doing anything more with science on punishment of imprisonment at the least. The Sheikah who survived all this dealt with it in one of two ways: they either went on to found Kakariko Village and live in secret, or they formed the Yiga Clan and swore revenge on the royals (and more importantly the goddesses) that betrayed them.
All of this is in the Creating a Champion book, scattered throughout the history section and in detail on page 368. It casts the Yiga Clan in an entirely new light. While they can't exactly be excused for wanting to kill those that had nothing to do with the paranoid king's decision and destroy the world, we also can't say they're just bonkers or that they formed for no reason. The Sheikah were sworn to the goddesses (and Hylia in specific) to protect the royal family of Hyrule (Hylia's descendents). This was their divine duty. And then they were punished for it, exiled and had their culture destroyed and were oppressed and imprisoned. Their goddesses did nothing to help them. The king and people they had protected were the ones doing this to them. Can we blame them for turning the way they did? I can't.
But now, a huge chunk of that just seems . . . gone, from TotK. If the Sheikah tech didn't exist, then the king from 10,100 years ago wouldn't have done what he did to the Sheikah. And if he didn't do that, the Yiga Clan wouldn't exist. It makes zero sense. What's worse is there are parts of the Zonai things that are very reminiscent of Sheikah things, such as the orbs in the shrines. We could say perhaps the Sheikah inherited those things from the Zonai, but . . . that's plot putty to try to spackle the holes.
I'm still early in the game (I have only finished the Rito portion) so I do not want any spoilers for anything that comes later. Maybe this will be fixed. I hope it is. But if it isn't, then I will probably consider TotK to be yet another video game fanfic, a la Age of Calamity (albeit one that is higher quality at least).
#loz totk spoilers#totk spoilers#totk critical#sheikah#yiga clan#oh and not to mention how on the in-game bios they list the Sheikah as Hylians?#when they are not Hylians. the Sheikah are a distinct people#just like the Gerudo are#it makes me very hhhhhhhhhhh
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Crown of Exile - Chapter 5 Update
Chapter 5 is now available for the public!
Play the game here.
Please RESTART your game. Old saves will not work.
The chapter includes:
The entirety of chapter 5;
Dealing with the Nomad Tribe prisoners;
Arriving in Ishari;
Learning more about the other Temple of Ehulla;
Convincing the Ishari people to help Prince Irus;
Freeing prisoners from the Blood Guard prison;
Uncovering major revelations about a certain prisoner;
Dealing with the aftermath of these revelations;
Spend time with your chosen RO;
Introducing a new RO - Anu;
Deepen your bond with Prince Irus;
The first (optional) NSFW scene of the game with Prince Irus.
Word Count: 78 368 words.
Total game word count: 324 810 words.
Things to note:
As always, this is a first draft so expect scenes to be lacking some choices;
I wanted to include a lot more interactivity as well as more romance scenes, but I ultimately ran out of time;
Please report bugs to me via Tumblr, the game page or through this form;
The issue with the return button should be fixed and you should no longer get stuck in a loop;
For exclusive side stories posted monthly and weekly devlogs, sneak-peeks and general rambling, consider supporting me on Patreon.
I hope you enjoy the chapter and have fun!
#crown of exile#game update#chapter 5#twine game#interactive fiction#romance#fantasy#ramonag if#public release
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Fallout is what got me into TES so I feel the need to ask, would you happen to know where I could find quality fallout concept art?
flickr
I absolutely could. For starters check out the Fallout concept art by Adam Adamowicz here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/47857688@N08/albums/72157629320774861/
There's over 800 pieces by him here.
Secondly check out the Fallout wiki and search concept art. Wiki archivists have been diligently cataloging concept art for years and one of their best articles is their page for the Art of Fallout 4:
https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/The_Art_of_Fallout_4
You will likely see some pieces by TES Artist Ray Lederer in the page above and you can find a handful of Fallout: New Vegas art cataloged on the Wiki here:
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hmmm can u do gwen x fem!reader who’s really flirty jokingly or not and how’d she react to that
LUDIQUE FLIRTS
fluff : reader & gwen are friends with early stages of feelings for eachother, ykwim!! reader's a tease, gwen loves it (& her <3), quick oneshot ... lmk if yall want more characters w/ the same prompt (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
a/n : OFCCC i've been looking for an excuse to write gwen!!! this was kinda short but i really wanted to write something rn... ofc i might make this like a twoshot or threeshot... just for my bae gwen <3 this was just a thought that came into my mind after i saw ur request but i'll do i different part of this because i don't know if i really life this one
gwen is literally such a sweetheart.
the first time you had a conversation was when gwen had asked you if you had wanted to do a little study sesh with her for mid-terms. you had been assigned to be her lab partner and she didn't really do friends after ykw, so she had decided you were the next best thing.
turns out, you'd be moving up on that list to be the very best thing pretty soon.
being the only spiderwoman in her dimension while also having to try to not fail in school was hard on her. luckily for her, she always had you to take some stress off of her.
you, being the bright and smart student you are, helped her greatly through her academics, lending her notes and such as she often had to skip class to attend to her spider duties.
it was the little things you'd do that would mean the most to her. she noticed everything. those spider senses have their regular life advantages too.
she would catch you subtly sneaking glances at her in the middle of class, occasionally returning the glance as you smiled back at her, trying to play it off (it didn't work).
there were times when she was overworked and just overall done. and you were there to make things better.
"falling for me already, beautiful?" you softly smiled at a tired, overworked gwen in your arms. she had bumped into you and you could tell you had caught her off-guard by the way she quickly got up and her face flushed bright red as she mumbled a quick apology to you.
she was TIRED and even you can tell.
"ya need help?" you asked the blonde. "uh, yeah. that'd actually be a huge help, thanks." she said looking up at you, face still slightly dusted pink, matching the very ends of her hair. she passed a thick white book to you and the two of you walked down the hall to her next class as you made small talk.
surprisingly enough, after all those study "dates" you still haven't even gotten her number. she was always so focused in the work she was doing and you couldn't find it in yourself to break her cute expression when she was 'in the zone' so you just simply didn't.
unfortunately for you, that meant that you weren't gonna get her number anytime soon, if you kept waiting.
"you free for lunch?" you asked, as you arrived at the door. "nope.. still gotta study some more. you know how it is, stressing for this 43 open-ended question bullshit." "hey, private school rules." you shrugged and looked down at her books, quickly recognizing the one you were holding. "you know, you could always borrow some of my notes even if you need 'em." you looked back up at her. "of course, you'd have to owe me a favor later."
"i'll... keep that in mind" she paused as if she wanted to say something. "see you."
so, you decided to just stop waiting for a perfect moment.
"don't be a stranger." you smirked.
she walked into her classroom and sat down in her chair as she set down her books on the desk before her. "alright, for today we will be reviewing page 322 to 368. flip to page 322 now." the teacher instructed.
gwen did as she was told and to her surprise was a little yellow sticky note stuck to the page.
"(xxx)xxx-xxxx call me. -y/n"
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through the hourglass 381. brb x oc
a/n: not me being an idiot and SAYING 40 INSTEAD OF 80 AAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu
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He did something he hadn’t done in years.
He checked his yearbook. it was tossed somewhere inside their closet - to be honest he hadn’t even shown Bea that it was there. Rooster walked out of the shower and beelined towards the built in shelves, moving boxes out of the way, patting around until he finds it.
It was a thick yearbook, red leather cover. He looks down at it, exhales, then inhales, then repeats it all over again. Dr.Paulson,when Rooster told him about it, said that this should be a restart for him. To finally accept the healing he’s been working on. He got the promotion, now he had to deal with some demons.
He looks around, hearing Beatrice moving downstairs and then sits on the bed, placing the yearbook on his lap…why was he nervous to open it?
Rooster sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the yearbook heavy in his hands. He traced his fingers over the red leather cover… It had been years since he last looked at the pages within, the memories of his high school days buried deep within his mind.
With a deep breath, he opened the yearbook, the pages yellowed with age. As he flipped through the pages, faces from the past stared back at him, frozen in time. He found himself smiling at some of the familiar faces, memories flooding back to him with each turn of the page.
There were pictures of his classmates, their names scrawled in elegant handwriting beneath their photos. He lingered on each page, reminiscing about the friendships and rivalries that had defined his high school experience.
And there were many rivalries.
But as he turned the pages, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over him. He paused on a page featuring a group photo of his baseball team, memories of late-night practices and incredible victories flooding back to him.
He shakes his head, flipping back to the beginning to find his photo. He looked…crazy. But then again this was the 2000’s and everyone looked crazy then. His mustache was already thick and— was his hair a mullet???? He stares at it for a few seconds, he could NOT remember his hair like that, but it was a kind of mullet.
“What the f-” he narrows his eyes, trying to remember it…why did he…oh. That picture day he told his mom he wanted a haircut, since his hair was growing long but…but she wasn’t okay, so he decided to do it himself. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.
He looked very angry then, even while smiling.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth, looking back at his younger self with the strained smile and low brows. Almost glaring in a way…he was so fucking angry back then, so angry,so stressed so–”
“Hey.”
He immediately snaps the yearbook closed, widening his eyes towards Bea, who gave him a confused look ,”...hey…gorgeous.”
Beatrice crossed the room to join him on the bed, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in Rooster's expression. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "You seem...distressed."
Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was just...looking at my old yearbook."
“...what?”
“Oh, it’s…nothing.” he tries to put it away, “Just, you know, it’s nothing.”
Bea blinked at him, smiling in surprise, “You never told me you had your yearbook!”
"Yeah, I guess I never did," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "It's just been sitting in the closet for years, collecting dust."
Beatrice's expression softened as she reached out to take Rooster's hand in hers. "Well, why don't you show it to me?" she suggested gently. "I'd love to see what you were like in high school."
Rooster hesitated, unsure of how to respond…"I don't know, Bea," he said hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...not exactly a happy trip down memory lane."
Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand ,rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, her eyes warm. "I understand," she said softly. "But I'm here for you, no matter what. And if looking at your yearbook brings up difficult memories, I'll be right here to support you. If you want to"
She had a way of making him feel seen and understood, even when he struggled to articulate his emotions.
Always did.
With a deep breath, he nodded, his resolve strengthening.
"Okay," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll show it to you."
With that, Rooster opened the yearbook once again, flipping through the pages as Beatrice leaned in to look over his shoulder. She blinked, because he opened exactly on his picture, ‘...Roos.” she whispers, “...You never told me you had a mullet in school!’
‘Yeah,I…kinda forgot.”
“You make it look good.” she whispered, “...gosh I’d have such a crush on you if we studied together.”
Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's remark, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, lucky for me, I have you now," he replied, his voice tinged with affection. "And I wouldn't change that for anything."
Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes shining with love. "I feel the same way," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she was so sincere, only to drop her gaze back down at the yearbook, “...so, tell me a little bit about this. You did tell me some about your life in Virginia but,well, anyone here you’d like to introduce me to?”
“Ah,pft,I think you’ll meet most of them at the reunion.” he mutters, flipping a page, ‘...I can’t believe I said yes.”
She looks at him for a few seconds, she could see how much this whole ordeal made him conflicted and she felt her heart hurt for him. Rooster had so much in his mind and she always means what she says when she says she’ll respect and support his choices… “We can still cancel the flight if you want.” she suggests ,”Is that what you want?”
“...no, it’s fine.”
“You sure?”
He rubs his eyes then runs his hand down his face, “I…I need to do this, close the chapter, you know?” he looks down at his yearbook, inhaling before he closes it, “...I haven’t seen these people in almost 20 years, gorgeous….”
"I understand," she said softly, her voice quiet. "Closing that chapter can be difficult, but I'll be right here with you every step of the way."
Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I appreciate that.”
"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence, "You don't have to do this alone. We're a team, remember?"
Rooster smiled at Beatrice's words, feeling a surge of gratitude wash over him. "I know," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "It’s just…weird."
They sat together for a while longer, finding solace in each other's presence.It was then that Bea finally noticed that her husband, her very handsome and physically attractive husband, was wearing only a towel. “...baby?” she asks, “you…are not dressed.”
He blinks, “...Oh. I…forgot about that.”
Beatrice laughed softly, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "You are too silly sometimes" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go get dressed before you catch a cold."
“I mean…would you be opposed if I…you know, lost the towel?”
Oh he was relentless.
“Normally I’d be all for it baby but we have things to do today,” she whispers, albeit her eyes dropped to his jutted hipbones, “Okay?”
Rooster nodded, smirking before standing up from the bed and making his way to the closet to grab some clothes.Beatrice watched Rooster with a fond smile, feeling a rush of affection wash over her.
And something else.
Once Rooster was dressed, they settled back onto the bed, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Beatrice snuggled up against Rooster's side, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as they basked in the warmth of their love.
As they lay together, lost in their own thoughts, Rooster reached out to take Beatrice's hand in his. He squeezed her hand then brought up to his lips "I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being there for me."
Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "I love you too," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Don’t mention it.”
He smiles, his cheeks dimpling as he rubs her ring finger gently, inhaling, ‘...is it weird to say I’m kinda scared for the reunion?”
"It's not weird at all," she replied softly, her voice gentle as she caresses his chest. "It's natural to feel nervous about facing the past, especially when it's been so long."
Rooster nodded, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just worried about...what they'll think of me, you know? It's been so long since we've seen each other, and I've changed a lot since then." he frowns, “I don’t know why I am worried.”
Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand reassuringly, her touch warm and comforting. "You're still the same amazing person you've always been," she said sincerely. "And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be in your life."
Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "It’s just this whole thing with John, him being a weirdo, i don’t know…made me remember why I stopped talking to some of them.”
Rooster wrapped his arm around Beatrice, pulling her close before he continued, “I mean, he looked at you weird too.” he purses his lips, “I didn’t like it.”
Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of security wash over her. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with concern. “I do love when you get all protective.” she smiles softly, kissing his chin, “You are always so…vicious with your eyes only,it’s very attractive.”
He chuckles, arching his brow at her, “Well, you are a beautiful woman.” she blushes,dropping her gaze a bit ,”And you know,I do love all of you.”
Beatrice's heart skipped a beat at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, "You always know how to make me feel loved," she whispered, “I really like it.”
Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch gentle as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I always will," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me, Beatrice."
Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her. "”And you mean everything to me.” she whispers, touching his face, “...that’s why I don’t want you to be too worried, if you feel uncomfortable there,we leave. Plain and simple.”
He frowns, “I know…” he sighs, “I don’t know if we should take the kids to Virginia this time.”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be there for what? One? Two days? There’s no need.” he frowns, “Besides, the long travel is going to take a toll on them, you know?”
‘Well, the twins are still pretty young.” she whispers, “And Nikki…mhm…yeah no you are right, it’s better they stay here. Maybe we can call Mav to babysit them, you know?” she says softly, “They’d have a blast.”
Rooster nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing with concern. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he replied, his voice filled with thoughtfulness. "I'll give Mav a call and see if he's available to babysit."
Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "He’ll make time, you know that," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I think the kids will have a lot of fun with him."
Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, his touch warm. They always do," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to make sure our family is happy and safe."
Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they savored the moment together.
“They are.” she whispers, kissing his chin, “You know they are.” she then sits up, “Come on, there’s a lot of stuff we have to pack–” he groans in annoyance “And we better get on with it, the sooner we do it, the better,right?”
He sighs, but relents, “...fine…” with a little grin, slapping her ass as she turns around, making her yelp, “After you.”
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Selwyn "no one needs as much therapy as I do" Kane
"You called me a monster once." "Maybe you were right. It looks like I can from one."
~ Legendborn, page 363
"An unreadable expression crossed Sel's face. An emotion that could become words if given the chance, but he presses his lips into a line, burying it. "I should go""
~ Bloodmarked, page 57
"Sel's standards for his own behaviour are terribly high, it's true-and they come at a terrible cost. I can't help but think of Sel's self-recrimination. His acceptance of Erebus's charges of negligence."
~ Bloodmarked, page 208
"Only a monster could look at you and want to destroy you, Bree."
~ Bloodmarked, page 368
"I turn back to see him standing there, the fallen angel I know, more demon than ever. Not from how he appears, but by what he's done."
~ Bloodmarked, page 370
""Yes you are!" The muscles work in his jaw. His eyes shine-he blinks it away. "You are. You just have to hold on a little longer, Bree. For me-""
~ Bloodmarked, page 405
"Then, it clicks: Sel didn't caution Nick about trusting him to protect me. He cautioned Nick about trusting him with me. Because Sel doesn't trust himself with me, either."
~ Bloodmarked, page 464
"There. You understand now. You can see how, for any merlin-even a weak one-raised as a human among humans, the greatest punishment would be to cast us out of the order's service. Force us to witness our own regression. To strip a merlin powerful enough to earn the title of kingsmags of that same title would mean taking them away from their charge. Cutting them off from the immense connective power of that Oath. It's a penalty so severe that it's never been done before"
~ Legendborn, page 342
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