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alicerosejensen · 6 months

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Tags: Dad!Leon(Older), Leon is the girl's father; fluff.

Warning: There are none.

He was really afraid of becoming a father. It's not so much the news of your pregnancy that scares him, but the likelihood that an innocent child may be harmed. His child. Leon is paranoid to worry about you and the baby. He'll probably get drunk before he puts that thought in his head. Don't get him wrong, he wants a family, he had plans after completing the police academy to get married in a few years and have two children, he still wants a family, but his fear devours this desire entirely because he knows that if something happens to the child and you one day, he just won't survive it.

It takes two to tango so I don't think he'll start getting angry and blaming you for everything. Leon just needs a little time, but when this happens and he thinks it over, he will want to transport you to some place that he thinks is safe.

You might have to get into a long debate with him, but this guy doesn't want anything like the Winters family to happen to his family. If someone kidnaps his child, he will simply go wild.

Due to the fact that he is a government agent, all information about you is classified. Also, if a bioterrorist attack suddenly occurs, you will be quickly evacuated along with your child. At least that's what Leon wants to believe.

The house will be nice and simple (perhaps like the Baker's house but without additional extensions) I think Leon likes something classic and cozy rather than modern and abstract. It is unlikely that you will be against it, especially since he does not skimp on quality items and excellent appliances.

Your child will definitely have a great room at all stages of growing up. But when the baby is born, Leon will still insist that the baby girl sleep next to him and with you for the first time. He would have put her in the middle of the bed, but since it was not safe, he agreed to just put the crib on his side. He's just calmer that way.

“Look, I found a catalog with a whole selection of cribs. There are different options, classic, round, even some very strange ones, what position should the child lie in?”

You will laugh, but in the end you will find the right option. Not too expensive, but first you need to explain to Leon that the baby in the first months of life will definitely not be whimsical in which bed he sleeps on. Leon, of course, knows this, as well as the fact that many of the toys that he has already ordered will not be needed by his daughter until at least six months, but he cannot do anything about it.

Choosing a name is a whole challenge. You two will have a debate about this when you find out the gender of the baby. Leon will want a simple name and will roll his eyes when you read him rare names from your notebook.

"Laura, Mary, Ashley, Sarah, Jessica, Kate? These names are for weaklings! Need something crazy and original, right?"

It will really be difficult, but he will win and his daughter will have a normal name.

When his baby is born and Leon holds her for the first time… you will see tears running down his cheeks. He would have kissed this pink, swaddled bundle of joy, but he just sat there, held her in his arms and cried from the fact that he was now the father of a little girl.

This girl will be lucky as hell. Her father would literally give her the whole world at her whim so you're a little worried that she might grow up spoiled. However, while she is a baby, your only problem is the fact that your daughter loves to be held in her arms because Leon constantly carries her around the house, showing her things and telling her some stories.

Leon will wake up at the first cry and immediately try to calm her down. Change a diaper? hungry? If you are not breastfeeding, Leon will easily prepare the formula and feed her. Sometimes you think that he is a better mother than you.

The best toys, a special children's area when your daughter begins to explore the world around her, beautiful and comfortable onesies. Your daughter will definitely have a bodysuit with the inscription "daddy's princess"

A stern special agent in the White House and on missions, Leon becomes an affectionate bear at home.

He is a truly caring dad. Watching cartoons with her, coloring coloring books, playing games when she grows up. This child is the only person who can attack him from behind and Leon’s reflexes simply won’t work.

Often he needs your help and advice on what to do best. He will especially need your help when her first childhood love and first broken heart happen. Because he can get really angry at anyone who causes his baby any pain. He really doesn’t understand how it’s possible not to love her, but more on that later.

At the age of 3-6 years, Leon can only be seriously shocked by some accidental injury or illness. Be serious but he will panic even if it is a common cold. You will have to work hard so that he doesn’t drop all his business and take your daughter straight to the doctors for all the examinations. Of course, you will dissuade him, but he will repeatedly check the baby while she is in bed. He will kiss her on the forehead and lie with her for a while so that she does not worry (even if she was initially calm). It would also literally break his heart if Leon heard you sneeze.

She will definitely be daddy's princess. She almost literally walks on his head, does her dad's hair with pink bobby pins and combs his bangs, and paints his nails with polish. Leon allows her to do almost everything to him. But of course he won't come to work with pink nail polish.

Support any hobby. It could be dancing, drawing or playing football. The main thing is that she likes it herself.

What Leon definitely won’t allow is to look into his safe where he stores weapons and ammunition. The password will be complex and only he will know it. This is one of the few things that Leon forbids his child.

He, of course, loves his baby and is ready to do anything for her, but… he won’t have a second child. Every time he returns home, a terrible thought comes to his mind: “What if something terrible happens to my family.” He often has a nightmare in which you and your daughter have turned into zombies, so he will need a drink.

I think one day, when your daughter woke up, she left her room and went down to the first floor, holding in her hands the plush bunny with whom she usually sleeps. She saw her father sitting at the table with a bottle of whiskey as he simply looked thoughtfully into his glass.

Leon, of course, immediately noticed her and looked at her. God, tears will immediately flow from his eyes when he stretches out his hands to her and your daughter runs to him. His arms wrap her tightly in his arms and pull her onto his lap. You will see this picture and the perplexed look of children's blue eyes turned to you when your husband is just sitting at the table, holding his beloved child and crying because he is fucking AFRAID!

You understand why Leon behaves this way. He finds it difficult to get rid of these thoughts because of his job. He survived Raccoon City, Tall Oaks, saved the president's daughter in Spain from parasite-infected fanatics, and a whole bunch of other crap that you probably don't even know about. He has every reason to be afraid and sometimes you regret that you did this to him. Although you know that Leon loves your daughter with him, the very thought that something like this will happen to her simply destroys him to the core.

Your little girl wipes the tears from his cheeks and kisses her daddy on the cheek, telling him that he doesn’t need to cry. Leon simply presses her too tightly, feeling her scent. If he could put an end to zombies and their creators once and for all…

Leon will take her and you back to the bedroom. Next to the two of you, he will be able to sleep a little peacefully, but you know that his sleep is never sound.

You try to talk to him but he pushes you away. He really loves you, but he hates it when people mess with his brain. Of course, whiskey is a bad medicine and Leon himself does not want his daughter to find out that her dad sometimes has the weakness to drink, thereby ignoring his problems, but still… no matter how hard he tries to be perfect, he is not perfect.

When your daughter goes to school, Leon will rejoice at any of her successes. She will also help with homework as much as needed. He will explain everything in detail, clearly and without shouting (sorry, this is a sore subject for me).

He will not always be able to attend school events, unlike you, but if possible he will not miss them. However, he asks you to record everything on camera.

Oh yes, on his desk at home there is a framed family photo of the three of you in the park, joyful and carefree.

So, adolescence is…complicated. Leon understands that his baby will begin to grow up and has no problem organizing small changes in her room. And he also understands that hormones are coming into play. Sometimes screams and anger accompanied by loud slamming of the door are simply inevitable.

That's the time when he can really start to get angry and swear in response, so you realize you need to cool his temperament… The truth is that you really have to punish your daughter when she crosses all boundaries.

Nevertheless, if something suddenly happens, she will always run to Leon, knowing that he will protect her. He may be angry, but as mentioned above, he will do everything possible so that nothing happens to his family.

Partying with friends at night? Absolutely not! Never! Have pity on the old man's heart. Leon will find a bunch of reasons not to let her go anywhere at night. After all, there will be alcohol, shitty guys who can offend her or get her drunk and take advantage of this by ruining her life. Perhaps Leon will exaggerate, but until the age of 16 he will definitely be adamant about this. Sometimes being the daughter of a government agent just isn't possible.

And then, before letting her go to the party, he will sit her down on the sofa and give her a long lecture, telling her to always watch her drink, drink only what she pours for herself or is poured in front of her. If are distracted, do not drink under any circumstances, but take another glass! If someone pesters her, he will show several self-defense techniques and immediately tell to call him. Well, the cherry on the cake - he still won’t allow her to stay there all night. He also won’t bother with calls, but she will need to respond to all his SMS, if not… he will come right away.

Even you yourself will get tired of this overprotection, realizing that Leon often goes too far.

But you ask your daughter to be more lenient towards her father, because he is simply worried about her life. However, when you are young and have not seen what Leon saw, it is difficult to understand his actions and behavior.

There will be conflicts and there will be a lot of them.

The only thing that can make your daughter understand the actions of her father is if someone kidnaps her and confronts her with the infected, forcing her father to go to another wilderness inhabited by the infected. (bad version of events).

Leon will immediately go after her, promising you that he will return her safe and sound. He remembers how he saved Ashley, but she was already an adult girl and not a teenager who, at most, had seen horror films on TV.

Leon, like Barry or Ethan, is ready to kick the ass of any bastard who hurts his baby. In any case, he will do everything to save her.

I imagine this concept as a teenage girl hiding behind her father's back, holding on to his kurta or vest while he shoots enemies, sometimes throwing improvised objects like bottles or stones, stunning the opponents.

After returning home, she will hug you tightly and cry for the hundredth time, promising her father that she will no longer contradict him.

There is no need to say what condition Leon himself will be in after this personal rescue mission. All three of you will experience extreme stress after what happened.

In a good scenario, bypassing the kidnapping, peace between father and daughter would most likely have come much later, when the teenage years would have been long behind us. Probably this realization would have come to her when her naive view of the world ceased to be naive and she began to understand what her father had been struggling with for many years.

Oh yes, about first love. Leon would definitely be vigilant and keep a close eye on everything. He has a whole database and he will immediately run through all the boy’s data, having learned everything about him, and yet he doesn’t really like the idea that some dubious guy is hunting for his daughter.

If Leon realizes that this is an ordinary bastard who runs after every skirt… well, he will find a way to take him away from his treasure. If not and he's just a normal guy… he'll just watch and give a couple of warnings.

The first parting… Leon consoles as best he can, but he has no idea what to do. He himself got drunk and slept through his first day of work, but this option is definitely not suitable. That's why he needs your help again.

"Movies, books, maybe give her something? What can I do to stop her crying into her pillow?! I don't know what else to tell her!"

In the end, he will gain strength and give a good speech, comforting your daughter's broken heart. After all, life does not end with one boy who, in Leon’s opinion, only proved that he is not worthy of his daughter.

He's a good dad. Not ideal, but your daughter wouldn't want it any other way. Of course, she is sad that he may not be home for a long time and sometimes he is too suspicious, but he is her dad who will move the earth for her.

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transwicky · 6 months

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Ollie and Wicky eloped.

Everyone feels offended and they think maybe the others got invited but the truth was nobody did.

They eloped winter break junior year, but everyone thinks they got married after graduating.

Until Bitty is stressing out planning his and Jack's wedding and Ollie is like "this is why we eloped junior year" and Bitty freezes and stares at him.

"Junior year?"

"yeah. My student visa was expiring for the year and we had plans to get married anyways, so Pace' suggested eloping earlier than planned so I could get a green card. Fuck, Tango was literally the only one there as our witness and to tell immigration "yeah they genuinely love each other, it's kinda gross how in love they are with the PDAs" so. We never had a real ceremony, just did paperwork for it. It helped that we were broke college students who had been dating since our freshman year."

Bitty is floored.

He texts the others asking if they knew.

They are all HORRIFIED to know they've been thinking the worst of Ollie and Wicky when the only person who went was the freshman that was the honest and genuine tadpole that Wicky pretty much adopted, and probably because there was no way immigration would not believe the kid.

Bitty hesitantly asks if they'd want a ceremony, and Ollie shrugs.

"it's not a big deal to me overall. I think it'd be nice, but I don't need one. I think Pacer would like it though, but his family is also kinda fucked up so I don't know for sure how he'd feel about it. I've offered though. He said no."

Bitty asks Tango.

"He and his cousin planned their weddings when they were eight, Bitty. He wants a ceremony. He doesn't need one, he knows that, but he wants one, he just doesn't want Ollie to think it's something he needs to do to like, prove they love each other or something. It's from the fucked up childhood. His mom was kinda stupid. Said weddings were proof that they love each other. So Wicky says no when Ollie offers 'cause he remembers that and doesn't want Ollie to feel like he has to do it as proof, because he already knows Ollie loves him. It's stupid. People are stupid. Why are people so stupid?"

"Good Lord, that's the million dollar question, Tango."

And so he talks things out with Tango.

Tango gets in touch with Wicky's cousin.

She gives him the old baby wedding planner they did as kids, and the one Wicky had started when he and Ollie first made plans to get married after graduation (the baby one was for cute little laughs at what 8 year old Wicky wanted, it wasn't actually what Tango asked her for. Nobody is complaining).

She sits Ollie down. Tells him what their moms told them as kids, and that Wicky will never tell him he wants a ceremony because of it, and especially since they're already married.

So Ollie has to finish planning things. They can have the ceremony on the day they actually got married ("Make it romantic! He'll love it!") And it can be in their backyard, even ("where doesn't matter, so long as the people you both care about are there!").

SMH is invited, that much is clear.

Bitty is Ollie's best man, Tango is Wicky's, because Ollie knows Wicky wouldn't want anyone else there unless it's Johnson (which is true).

But Johnson is allowed to wed people legally, they have no idea why, but he can, and Ollie knows Wicky would LOVE that.

The ceremony really is in the backyard, and it's covered in snow, and Wicky comes home from work to their friends and families over and holy shit Ollie did all of this?!

And his dad just grins, gives him the suit he got married in, and his own father got married in, and his father had married in, and Wicky is crying by the time he's standing with Ollie at the end of the aisle, with Tango as his best man, and Johnson is the one marrying them.

He whispers thank you before Johnson starts talking.

It's absolutely everything he could have wanted for their wedding.

#idk #its almost 6pm and I thought of this and had to get it out #enjoy #omgcp #ollie omeara #pacer wicks

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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Such unsmiling people

The comment that moved me the most after posting that August 10 diatribe came from a very special blogger, @myrthil23. I promised her a longer, thoughtful answer, so here it is.

I share with her way more than meets the eye and with a bit of deductive skills, you could easily place us very specifically on an European map. To be honest, I was surprised (and then absolutely thrilled, of course) to find someone like her hanging on in here. But this is not the only reason prompting a response - her comment made me think a lot about a couple of relevant things.

For those who loathe foraging for reblogs, here goes:

In the colorful Shipper family, the Eastern Europeans are (supposedly) the unsmiling ones. This is one of the stubborn clichés that informed the Western gaze, especially in Communist times. Unsmiling, foreboding and unfathomable people: I am not smiling, I am laughing while writing it, because if anything, Myrthil, @zeya-zg, a couple of others and I do share a superb ability to use bullshit-o-meters, an unsinkable sense of humor and a hefty dose of sarcasm. All of these are basic, compulsory street smarts if you want to survive, God knows how, a nuclear winter of sorts.

Imagine you grow up in a world with empty supermarket shelves but permanently sold-out concert halls, where trivial details such as cotton swabs, potato chips (crisps, heh), political parties or The Last Tango in Paris are virtually unknown. Imagine your family is either cautiously aligned to some public idiocy they loathe everyday at home, teaching you at the same time to never talk to strangers. Or even worse, a political pariah, for reasons that have everything to do with the way you sip your tea, as Ella Fitzgerald would say. The latter situation (mine) was something very much akin to a civil death. And you just knew you could never be, for imbecile but firm reasons, an architect, a lawyer or even an epidemiologist: jobs way too sensitive to entrust the enemies of the people (and their spawn) with.

What is left for you, then, when the view from your window, in 1982, is something not very different from this photograph:

(side note: these people are staying in line to buy 1 kilogram of sugar for each person, which was the monthly allowance fixed by law in my country, from 1980 to 1989; you could only buy those with Government-issued tickets, not unlike what happened in the UK during WWII or what you can see in series like The Handmaid's Tale)

When all is seemingly lost, you will still have, in no particular order: books. Music (including piano lessons). Sports. Each other (although that was overall more complicated than it seemed). Going to the opera and never taking off your winter coat inside, but enjoying every second of it. Impromptu dinners by candlelight during power outages ("wir machen ein bisschen Stimmung"/let's make a bit of atmosphere, grinned my aunt). Foreign languages (a must). Fits and giggles and jokes galore. And the ability to adapt to just about anything, anywhere.

When change finally reached us, many had the almost surreal opportunity to go West. Some came back, others didn't, simply because they chose to continue elsewhere their pursuit of happiness. And yes, Myrthil is right, that fabled West was always something to behold and measure up to. In my case, it was almost too easy, but then I consider myself really lucky: going to live in Paris, at 18, felt both as homecoming and being left alone (and with unlimited credit) in a candy store.

So, here we are. We may have discovered Sylvia Plath a bit late, but I think we are decently knowledgeable about Chaucer. We sometimes may sound Edwardian and if we do, you should probably blame C.E. Eckersley's Essential English (this is how that life-long affair started, for me). And if anything, we bring another, perhaps even more inquisitive, angle to these strange things we are dealing with daily, in here.

But for the love of Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, don't you ever dare tell us what to think and with whom to talk. Don't call us stupid. Don't call us liars. Historical reasons prompted a durable allergy to sanctimonious speech and yes (I can only speak for myself) I will always, always react. Because we do not deserve the arrogance of people who have no idea of how it really was to grow up somewhere in Eastern Europe during the Eighties. Oh, and something else, lest I forget: being pariahs never bothered us - we can cope.

Other than that, we should go along just fine. :)

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PS: @claraisabelcampohermoso, you probably don't know how your gif made me smile. Nadia will always be Nadia: a humble, warm person with a terribly heartbreaking story.

#fandom #Youtube

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jumpingjoltiks · 7 months

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Some thoughts about Chandelure Hybrid!Ingo x GN!Reader

Below the cut for length. Fluff in the first half. NSFT will be past the divide halfway through. Specific warnings for that portion will be there.

Ingo usually floats a half inch or so above the floor. It feels natural for him to float, but he knows most humans find it uncomfortable, so he compromises.

Music, and especially dancing is a big part of Chandelure hybrid culture.

He would looove to dance with you

The "courting" dances of chandelure hybrids typically come in two flavors-

Upbeat and bouncy: These dances can be both platonic or romantic. Samba, Swing, and Foxtrot are all common.

They're mostly just meant to be fun, and to encourage compatibility and cooperation.

Because they aren't necessarily romantic, this kind of dance can be used to "test the waters" of a relationship without any expectation, sort of like subtly flirting.

Ingo is especially playful during these dances. He'll swing with you about and around until you're both falling into each others arms and giddy laughing so hard you can't stop. He feels like this is right where he belongs when he's dancing with you.

Romantic dances are slower and more serious, like a waltz, tango, or bachata.

The steely fire in his eyes when you dance a waltz with him sends shivers of excitement down your spine. You get the feeling he's looking right into your soul - and maybe he is!

He's an exceptionally graceful dancer. When you move together, the whole world fades away until its just the two of you, hearts beating as one.

Ingo is always warm, but he tempers his flames when you're near so you don't burn up.

He's your personal space heater. Cuddles after a winter walk are so so very warm and cozy! He likes to be near your heart because it's the closest he can get to feeling your spirit. Listening to your heartbeat is very soothing.

Hide under his coat for extra warm snuggles when Gear Station gets chilly!

Be prepared. Litwicks naturally flock to him so you might have a small gaggle that shows up from time to time.

He'll be over the moon if you show them affection. He loves to see them. It makes him think about having a family one day.

Nsft below this point. Warnings for: Massaging, temperature play, warm oils, wax play, non-penetrative sex, and one (1) singular spank

Those firm hands run over your arms, down your back and legs, massaging a warm and musky, floral-scented oil into your muscles.

His hands are big and firm, calloused from hard work and pokemon training, and they feel so nice along the sides of your body, kneading into your muscles and rubbing out the tension that builds up each day.

By the time he's done, you're relaxed and pliant in his arms, ready to melt away for him.

The scent is so relaxing - and he likes smelling it on you after. It's a nice memory of being together (it also helps others of his kind know you're taken)

On tamer nights, he'll slide in behind you and run his hand down your body, between your legs, and rub you so gently until you release in the softest orgasm of your life, the world fading to a mist of white - leaving only you and him.

When you look up at him with those eyes, still hazy from orgasm but so full of adoration, he falls even deeper in love with you.

He loves wax play, though that's an admittedly more common kink among chandelure hybrids.

He's always very careful with material choice and temperature. Unlike fire-type hybrids, humans can't have wax too hot without getting hurt.

Ingo is very choosy with his candles - he likes those with extra smooth wax that he can run his fingers through.

It looks so pretty, dripping onto your skin in all those colors. He likes to observe the patterns it makes on you. He especially likes the red marks it leaves once its all over.

He loves to make trails of wax that his hands or tongue will dutifully follow.

The heat is nice, but never too overwhelming unless you want it to be. Because he's a fire type, he has some control over how warm it burns.

Each drop that hits your skin stings with a hot flash of pain that feels so nice. The heat radiates against your skin, lingering even as the wax cools.

It seems to pierce right through you, sending waves of heat straight down to your core.

If you think you're done once the candle is gone, you're wrong. He can remelt the wax with just a touch, sending rivulets down your bare chest and stomach.

Better still down over the curve of your ass, where he'll give your round cheeks a firm smack to shatter them.

As it cools on your skin, he'll blow on it to send shivers up your body. If your back isn't arching and you're not shaking from just his breath on you, he won't be satisfied.

Checks in with you periodically throughout to make sure you're doing okay.

"Is it too hot, my dear? Does it feel nice? Tell me where you want me to drip it..."

After your session is done, count on him to take care of you. He'll peel away any remaining wax, offer you a soothing shower or bath, and smooth healing aloe and lotions over your skin. He wants you to be in good shape for next time, after all.

#Was this an excuse to write wax play with Ingo? Maybe. Am I ashamed about that? Not a bit.#ingo #gear station after dark #ingo x reader #submas x reader #x reader #my writing #pokemon ingo x reader #chandelure hybrid ingo #chandelure hybrid au #hybrid au

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painful-pooch · 3 months

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Captain Down

The time for waiting is over! Here is the debut to the Hostage Arc! I hope this is a fun little chapter to start things off with. Please enjoy!

Bru Bru tag list: @cpt-winters, @redd956, @straight-to-the-pain, @technom0ose, @actress4him, @whumperofworlds, @i-eat-worlds, @inscrutable-shadow, @gala1981, @thethistlegirl, @ocean-blue-whump, @noirineverysense, @steelandblood, @crash-bump-bring-the-whump

CWs: military whump, war, gunshot wounds, blood, injury, bombing and explosions, gunfire, death of random soldiers

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“Do you have your eyes on the target, Kieran?” Bruno asks, leaning against the wall, huffing from the quarter mile sprint he just had to do after he was spotted. He tilts his head back, groaning while the heavy gear he has on makes him sweat unbelievable amounts. He doesn’t have time to wipe the sweat dripping from his brow or nose, his fingerless gloves gripping his weapon tightly. It wasn’t even a terrible run, but with the sun burning them from above, it makes it more unbearable to even be out. A mission is still a mission, however, and it makes the man even more committed to getting the job done. “Kieran, you better not be napping on me. Respond.”

He hears the crackling of a mic coming to life, followed by a sarcastic, “You know, Bruno, it’s kind of hard to find a target when a bunch of Tangos (targets) are all after your ass. Give me a minute.” Kieran has a smart mouth on him, but that’s what you get when the Navy has to give away one of their best SEAL operators, especially one so skilled with a sniper.

“A minute? Wow… seems like you are losing your edge, Navy boy,” Valdemar’s voice comes in, gravely like an Army Sergeant’s voice would be after screaming nonstop. A chuckle or two later, he continues, “I am surprised Bruno over there can even run as fast as he did. Fuck, he left a cute little plume of dust in his way. How are the joints doing, old man? I think I could hear them creaking all the way over here. No wonder everyone was on you.”

Bruno can’t help but growl back playfully into the mic, “Valdemar, you damn asshole. Shut your mouth unless you have something important to say. What have I said about keeping the channel clear of any unnecessary bullshit? Keep your vest on, your ears clear, your eyes open, your head on a swivel, and your mouth shut.”

Kieran’s humming is all Valdemar gets in response from the prideful Naval operator, instead Miranda’s voice coming in. “Leave Kieran alone, Val. The man has better eyesight than your Army ass. Shit, give me a second-“ the sounds of gunfire and a thud on the ground made Bruno’s heart pound loudly in his ears.

“Miranda,” he breathes out, taking a moment to check his surroundings. She was always so ballsy and trying to prove her worth on the team. It doesn’t matter how many times they all told her, she just has to work unbelievably hard while putting her own life at risk. It came with the territory and the occupation. They are the ones making the real changes in the world, and yet their names will never be entered into the pantheon of the greats.

They are destined to remain in the shadows and only be seen by the select few that were granted the right and clearance to even know who they were. Out of the entire military, they are the small crew that felt like a real family. They ate out together, lived together, laughed together, cried together, and so many other things. They have his back and he will make sure they are safe in return while offering them the best leadership he can impose.

He can’t deny that Miranda is good at her job, but his worry keeps rising until she laughs, “Damn, the bastard almost had me. Kieran, what’s the sitrep (situation report)?”

Bruno sighs to himself, his helmet digging into the bricks of the building he is using as cover. He takes a chance to peek around the corner, but the whizzing of bullets launched his way forces him to take cover once again, the next volley of them chipping away at the corner of the building. “Fuck! Okay… just breathe. You have been in these predicaments before. Come on Kieran…” He doesn’t bother saying anything into the comms, waiting for his sniper expert to handle the mess.

“Sitrep isn’t too great, guys. They are holed up real good at their vantage point. I know where they are at, but I can’t take the shot without giving away my position. I can move and get a better angle at them. Guidance, Bruno?”

Shit. That’s not the answer Bruno needed, but it is what it is. He clears his mind of all the noise around him, trying to get to the part of his head where he can think out of a problem. He’s a sitting duck where he is at, but maybe he can get lucky. “From where you saw them firing, do you think I could mask my location with smoke?”

“What the hell are you thinking of, Bruno?”

He can’t help but smirk in response, a small weight off his chest when he laughs, “You heard me, Kieran. Can I use smoke or do you think a flash bang can do the trick? I am trying to get to the next few buildings but I need your help.” While he is waiting, he takes his canteen of water, taking a swig to then spit out the dirt and dust coating his mouth before finally drinking a few gulps. He needs to be hydrated if he’s going to really be doing something half crazy.

“Bruno,” Miranda calls out from the comms, “I really hope you aren’t about to pull your usual stunt of risking your life. Maybe just sit tight and call Lukas in for an airstrike, yeah?”

“That’s a lot of gall coming from the girl that plays with explosives and death on a daily basis. Also, I am not wasting a good airstrike on just me. Kieran, you better give me an answer or I am going to get fucked real good by the tangos,” Bruno huffs back, reaching into his pouch to grab a smoke grenade just in case.

“Alright. I got it. Bruno, I need you to throw the smoke as close to them as you can. Then use the thermal scope and pick out a few. I can handle some of them too to take the heat off. Other than that, I don’t see another way out. What’s the verdict, Sir?” Kieran sounds like he played out a few scenarios and picked the one with the best outcome. That’s what he needed from the man.

Bruno flips the switch on his assault rifle’s scope, seeing the blue haze on it to show it’s on. “Perfect. On my mark, Kieran.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and getting his body ready to react fast. He takes off the pin from the ‘nade, counting off, “One. Two. Mark.” He rolls around the corner, throwing the smoke grenade as it sends out a smoke screen to obscure everyone’s vision. There’s a gunfight going crazy now, Bruno on the ground firing away at all the blips coming into view on thermal, the blasting sounds from the mountain near them giving away Kieran’s position, whether he liked it or not.

He can hear shuffling over the comms, Kieran’s voice quick and short. “Position compromised. Running two klicks eastbound. Approximate time to wait ten mikes. Copy?”

Valdemar grunts back, “Copy, Kieran. I’ll be the closest to you once you’re there. We have a few more people here than we thought. Possible intel miscount, Bruno. What now?”

He just finally got to cover, the barrel of his rifle turning to a reddish hue from the heat building up. Bruno barely has a chance to breathe when the news comes in and his eyebrows furrow. “Wait… The count shouldn’t be off. This was validated plenty of times via the NSA, STRATCOM, and the folks over in DC. Oscar, what the fuck is going on?” He busts his way into the building, aiming around and clearing the vicinity prior to making his run up the steps in the stairwell, getting to the fifth floor and getting into a rundown office. He better make his nest now, flipping a desk on its back to press up against a window, using it as both cover and a thing to lean back on, his eyes on the door to the stairwell in case anyone followed him. “Oscar, I need something, now.”

There is frantic typing he can hear, and that is never a good sign. He sets up his gear where he needs to, taking the chance to wipe the sweat and dirt off his face, his eyes on the tablet he has set out. There’s a grid map showing his position in relation to the others and where the main target, who is the main reason why they are there, is. He keeps his composure though, waiting for Oscar to explain himself and the faulty data compiled from multiple three letter agencies.

“Sir… something isn't right. There's more movement from the enemy. ISR (intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance) operations are alluding to a possible betrayal," Oscar breathes out, the clicking and typing starting up again. It's so quiet now, almost as though a pin could drop.

The waves are crashing in Bruno's head now, the man needing to come up with a solution. His options are either to continue pursuing the main target or fall back and go back to the drawing board. He stares up at the ceiling, his eyes tracing the fallen wires while he attempts to strategize. With that, he glances back down at the tablet and with a gruff mutter, he announces, "We aren't letting these people get away with what they've done. They've killed too many innocent people. If I let them slip through my fingers again, I'm going to lose my shit."

"Alright, Captain America, so what's your plan?" Miranda shoots at him, and he can feel as though she's staring right at him, even if she's so far away.

Bruno snaps his fingers and goes to type in the tablet, each tap another step closer to the end goal. "The plan is to aim a barrage right down the middle of their forces. Force them to split up and we rip through them like nothing. Lukas, can you handle helping us out from up there?"

The voice of the young and cookies pilot Bruno's ever heard of comes through the earpiece, "Oh I can handle just about anything, Bru Bru. General Kane got me a nice Reaper MQ-9 drone for Christmas. Have you seen what that baby can do? I'm talking about Hellfire missiles and whatever other toys I requested. What are the coordinates?"

Bruno manages a small grin and laugh, the corner of his lip rising. He remembers what it was like to be a real fighter pilot, and he knows how long Lukas has been working towards becoming a drone pilot as well. "Good. I'm sending them over now. Fire when ready. Those in quadrants three and four need to take cover."

He puts the tablet away the second he's done sending the location, taking a few more to drink away some of his water and prepare for the long haul as they won't be making it back for dinner. Things seem to be going his way and then his earpiece screeches in his ear. He jumps in surprise and rips it out, grumbling about stupid technology before placing it in his pocket, replacing it with the backup headset. It takes about another minute or so, but yet he hasn't heard the sound of explosions or missiles. "Did I miss anything?"

What Oscar comes through with doesn't sit well with him: "Sir? Nothing happened, but Lukas is having some trouble from his end getting the coordinates, but he just got them. Thank you for revising them for him."

There are alarm bells ringing, and his heart starts to pound to the drums of War. He scrambles to his feet and starts running towards the stairwell, his voice rushed and full of worry. "I didn't revise a damn thing. I sent him the right thing already. Oscar? Lukas? What the fuck is goi-"

The blast cuts him off as he holds onto the railing, barely keeping himself from tumbling down them. His eyes widen when looking back at the office, now engulfed in flames. That missile was aimed right on him, and he can hear the whirring of the drone closing in again and he returns to his attempt to make it out of the building, concrete pieces and debris falling on him. "Stop the airstrike!" He roars in retaliation, reaching the ground floor of the building.

The door is blocked from the other side and he's attempting to bash through it, but it refuses to budge no matter how hard he tries. No one is on the comms anymore, and he feels as though everything is falling apart around him. His eyes are now darting around the building, seeing the stress of the bombardments cracking the walls, the lines zigzagging to the ceiling.

"Of fuck," he huffs, realizing that if he doesn’t get out soon enough, the building is going to collapse right on top of him. To hell with the mission and to hell with the comms being down; this is survival. He turns away from the door and runs down the hall, coming to a halt when he sees a window inside a room flooded with fire. “You gotta be kidding me.” The building shakes again from the next blast, and it forces Bruno to grit his teeth, his own fire burning inside of him. He’s not ready to die yet; not to a building. It’s not a fitting end for a man like him. “Here goes nothing.” He locks the rifle to the chest plate’s hooks, ripping his pistol from the side holster. He aims it straight and true and pulls the trigger, launching the bullet right through the window, shattering it upon impact.

He jumps over the flaming debris of the desks and fallen file cabinets, thankful that he has enough gear on to keep him from getting too burned, the sweat now freely flowing down his face. Still rushing to the window, the final blast hits the floor above him, parts of the ceiling crumbling down just as he vaults through the broken mirror, not bothered by the glass cutting away at his uniform and face. The stinging from the sweat, fire, and glass just pushes him over the edge, and he catches himself on the dirt floor, coughing. Just in time to see the drone pass by him one more time, but nothing comes from it thank the heavens.

He stands up and moves away from the building, his heart still pounding away in his chest. Hiding away in one of the alleys, he groans and wipes away at the slick red coming from his face. “Someone. Better. Have. An. Explanation.”

His comms are only returning static until finally there is a voice beside his own: “Sir, I think there's enemy interference. Someone is trying to get in and find our locations. I am trying to scramble the signal, but they got a hold of you. I don’t know about the others.”

Bruno tenses up at that and it hits him that someone ratted on them. No one should have known they were there. No one should have prepared reinforcements so quickly. No one should have tried to murder him with his own drone. It was a trap, and he had to get everyone out before things could get any worse. “Everyone, head to the second emergency rendezvous point. We have been compromised. If there are signs of adversaries there, make it to the third point. Move it!” He reholsters his pistol and rearms himself with his trusted rifle, treading along.

When he makes it to a major street, something doesn’t feel right to Bruno. It’s this weird feeling someone gets when they are in a room, but they can sense another person in there. It only gets worse the closer he is to the edge of the alley. He has to sprint across as fast as he can, and so that’s what he does. He dashes as fast as his legs can carry him and the extra hundred or so pounds of gear… and that’s the second an immense searing pain hits him right in the calf, making the man fall to the ground. Only then does he hear the crack and boom from the sniper rifle. He just got hit, and he’s still in the open. He forces his body to act fast, pushing himself to get to cover, his back leaning against the wall. They know where he is. It’s only a matter of time. He rips off his helmet and looks down to see the damage. His right leg is the one that feels as though there’s a small fire inside of the gunshot wound, blood already seeping through his fatigues.

“Hit. I’ve been hit,” he groans, but there’s nothing on his comms again. He reaches into his shoulder pocket, pulling out a small pouch. Using his teeth, he tears open the sterile tourniquet, reminding himself of the steps Khrystyna taught him. He gets the belt strapped and then using the stick on the tourniquet, he begins to twist it, cutting off his blood flow. The pain is getting worse, the man clenching his jaw so hard when he cuts away at his pants to find the wound.

To his dismay, he sees both an open and exit wound, and he takes a deep breath. “Okay… there’s a big ass hole in your leg. Time to pack it. Dammit, why me? Move faster…” He rolls up the cut fabric, rolling it up and proceeding to bite down on it before he takes the gauze from the first aid kit he had, shoving it into his wound without waiting. He screams into the fabric, the back of his head digging into the wall to distract himself. He wants to cry, but he instead just pounds at the ground with his free hand. Just as he’s done, he can hear the sound of someone rustling near him. He takes his pistol with one hand, his body trembling from the shock and anger ripping through him. Waiting for the person to come around the corner from his left, he doesn’t catch the person to his right rounding the corner and firing into his side. Bruno gasps and turns quick enough to fire a few rounds into that soldier, returning his attention to the one he had initially heard, taking them down as well when the opening presents itself.

His breathing is ragged, his hand reaching to where he felt the slap of a bullet. Wincing, he pulls his hand back to see that there’s now a bullet lodged in him, finding the one part of his torso that wasn’t shielded by the vest, plates, and gear. It’s getting hard to breathe, and he stares up at the sky in search of an answer to his problem. It takes him a few minutes to patch up, getting up while using the wall to lean against, limping his way towards his team. The corners of his view are blurring and turning to black, almost like the beginning of tunnel vision. He trips over some broken stone and slabs of brick, screaming silently when one of the pieces digs right into his side. Struggling to his hands and knees, his head snaps up when the one person he couldn’t have near him speaks.

“Bruno?!”

Khrystyna runs up to him and helps him sit against the wall, her eyes so calm and yet her voice is full of worry. “Hey, you are going to be okay. We are really close to where we need to be. I need you to tell me what’s wrong and what you need me to do, Sir?”

Bruno isn’t fully there. His mind is on the fact that this entire time, he was leaving specks of blood and a trail for his enemies to follow. If he dies, and they find him, they are going to take Khrystyna and do the most awful things to her. If he doesn’t die and they both get caught, they will use her against him, and he would be responsible for her dying due to his loyalty to secrecy. Even though she is one of the strongest women he knows, she won’t be able to carry him the entire way, and he’s only getting weaker by the minute. The answer was there the whole time.

He knows what he has to do, and so when he coughs up a bit of blood, he reaches over to take Khrystyna’s pistol, aiming it at her with tears in his eyes. “You need to get away from me right now if you know what’s good for you.”

#izzy writes #whump #bruno stenberg #miranda ryker #kieran ashton #valdemar ackermann #lukas kazemi #oscar cortez #khrystyna paszek #military whump #war #gunshot wounds #blood #injury #bombing and explosions #gunfire #death of random soldiers #guns

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canarydarity · 1 year

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strawberry wine (and all the time we used to have)

They hadn’t thought it worth it to ready both horses to pop over to Grian’s for a quick minute, so they’d just shared the one. Of course, a quick minute it was not, and the brief welcome back visit turned into why don’t you stay for dinner, which turned into I think I have some ale, which turned into, well, sharing one horse riding home in the post-midnight darkness, full and a little bit tipsy.

Which was how Tango knew with certainty by the way Jimmy was slumped behind him—head resting on the back of his shoulder, his forehead to Tango’s neck—that he’d fallen asleep. Jimmy’s sleep-slackened hands, which had once been wrapped around Tango’s waist (for practicality reasons, of course, they were sharing one horse, after all) had fallen loose and rested on Tango’s thighs.

He made sure to keep their pace slow, trying not to jostle them enough that the lack of a true hold would cause much of a problem. They weren’t that far from home, anyway, and Tango didn’t mind going slow.

The night was cold, but Jimmy against his back was keeping him warm, and Tango could hardly complain about that. It was quiet, but only if you were talking in terms of speech or manmade noise; crickets and cicadas were singing in loud conjunction, and leaves and branches rustled in the wind picking up the melody; the occasional night bird would call out, and it’s friend or long-lost lover would reply in kind.

Jimmy made a small noise in his sleep, and Tango chuckled, adjusting his grip on the reigns and doing his best to keep them steady. In the distance, he could almost make out the lantern light that marked the end of their long dirt drive, and Tango felt undoubtedly a little disappointed; he would take a few more minutes of this ride if he could. Then again, when it came to Jimmy, he’d always take a few more minutes whenever they were offered.

And he’d remind Jimmy of that whenever he needed him to, as it seemed he often did; by design or not, Jimmy was stuck with him now, and Tango would wheedle and barter for as many minutes as the universe would give them.

Tango remembered a night soon after they’d first settled down where Jimmy had sat him on the couch and started talking very seriously about a curse; it was meant to be a warning, but he twisted his hands together as he explained that it always came too late to change anything, and so it was labeled a curse instead. After time, it seemed more like a burden. Where Jimmy went, disaster followed—or so he’d said.

Tango wasn’t inclined to believe in curses. He’d initially wanted to laugh, actually; he didn’t, because Jimmy seemed deeply unnerved yet certain about what he was saying, and Tango would never laugh about something that was upsetting him. It wasn’t even that he didn’t think there was any truth in it; he believed that things had happened to Jimmy and that his luck was more rotten than most—but he would be damned if he believed Jimmy had anything to do with it; that Jimmy called it upon himself simply by existing; that he, in some cosmically fucked up way, asked for it by finding happiness again and again, taunting some sick version of fate. No, Tango couldn’t believe that.

How could something as wonderful as him—as them—ever be cursed?

That was what he’d found so laughable. And he’d think it again a thousand times in the months that followed; when they’d tamed their first horse—the same one Jimmy had fallen off of an hour later, trying to ride before they’d obtained a saddle (Adequate, the same one they were sharing now); when their first winter came and Tango learned that Jimmy practically nested when it turned cold, layering every single blanket and pillow in the house into one pile as if he’d never be warm again; when he saw the way that Jimmy always somehow expertly knew what every animal needed with just a quick inspection (especially the cows, as those were his favorite).

Surely no curse could attach itself to such things. There was no room for that kind of poison to grow here, there were no roots for it to latch onto. Tango would make sure to stop it before it could. They were careful—safe, even; they double-checked the crops for infestation and they inspected the house and the barn for disrepair and they did the latch on every window on every floor before going to bed.

Still, sometimes he felt time loom a little too heavily over them, or became too aware of its presence. In the end, he’d decided it didn’t matter how much of it they got: he’d take all that he was offered. And if some of that time had to be reserved for these extra safety measures and reassurances, he would not tire and he would not complain; not if they eased Jimmy’s mind, even if only slightly.

Not if it got Jimmy to stop looking at him like he was calculating how much time they had left. He’d been doing it a lot less than he used to; after that first discussion about curses and time and the not-mentioned-but-still-thought-of end, Tango would sometimes catch Jimmy’s gaze lingering on him, his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth a thin line. It took him some time to catalog that look and understand what Jimmy was doing: bracing. He was running the numbers on all his worst-case scenarios and determining their end, when he’d need to be ready for it by.

Tango didn’t want Jimmy looking at him and wondering when he’d be gone. Then again, wasn’t he doing the same thing, now? Reminiscing on them before they’d even ended?

Maybe this weirdly-insistent cycle of grief rehearsal that they were stuck in was the curse—daring them to waste all their time worrying about their ending, and therefore, bringing it about themselves.

Tango didn’t think it was a bad thing to miss things—to know you’d miss things; to know you had something good and didn’t want to see it leave. To be aware that when—if, he would not validate the idea of a curse by saying when—things ended he’d wish they hadn’t.

If he could lose Jimmy, he would; but he can’t, so he won’t. It was as simple as that.

And, anyway, things had been better. Time seemed to move slower in the recent months. He’d catch Jimmy humming in his free time instead of performing doomsday math. He’d brought home more animals—the second horse, the cows, some chickens—let himself get settled. And occasionally—just occasionally—Tango would find him making a mindless comment about the future; he’d say, in a few months, we could— or what we should do next year instead is—

Progress; they’d been making progress.

Jimmy had said he was a disaster, he brought disaster—but disasters were only disastrous because they could have been prevented and weren’t. Tango didn’t mind the extra precautions, not if it meant they got to have this, and not if it meant more nights like this one—Jimmy feeling safe enough to fall asleep without notice, sharing one horse, exhausted but in the good way; in the way that meant a hard days work had passed and a night with friends was enjoyed.

The stable was just up ahead, and he’d definitely have to wake Jimmy up to get him inside. When he felt like he’d stalled as long as he could—because the night was indeed cold and getting colder and the longer they did this the higher the chance one or both of them would fall became—Tango eased them to a stop right inside the barn door, giving Adequate a good pat as he did.

“Jimmy,” Tango jostled his shoulder a little, hoping to wake Jimmy up without startling him too much. “Jim, hun. Wake up.”

Jimmy shifted a little on his back; it really would be their luck to make it all the way home safely, but then have Jimmy fall off the horse as Tango tried to wake him up. Tango reached one of his hands backward, knowing it’d be useless at that angle but keeping it there just in case.

“Jim, hey…Jimmy, wake up!” He turned his head to the side trying to look behind him as much as he could.

At this Jimmy did startle awake, and had Tango not felt it in the weight being removed from his back then he would have in the way Jimmy frantically grabbed his waist again when he tilted just a little. Tango grabbed his arm as well, and Adequate took a step or two in place.

“Woah, woahwoahwoah, okay,” Tango said, trying to re-instill calm.

But Jimmy was too tired to panic, anyway. When they were once again secure all he said was, “oh my gosh, I fell asleep on the horse!” In a way that Tango knew was more for his own sleep-deprived processing than Tango’s needing to be told.

“Yeah, I know, cowboy!” Tango laughed in reply, regardless. “You must’ve been tired.”

Jimmy climbed down from Adequate and Tango glanced to the side where he knew he’d finally be able to see him again. He watched Jimmy rub a hand over his face, not bothering to erase the bewildered expression away when he did. Tango laughed at him again, fondly, and Jimmy caught his eye and smiled back.

“I cannot believe that just happened, I’m—oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, you had to ride back with me like that the whole way didn’t you? I didn’t mea—” Jimmy’s expression was turning from shy amusement to disbelief to worry and then even further past that as it often did.

“Jim?”

“Wha—yeah?” Jimmy stopped, one hand on Adequate’s reigns the other on the horse's broad shoulder. He looked up at Tango, eyes wide.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, right—alright.” Jimmy smiled, “need help down?”

Tango did not need help down, but he sure would like it. He grabbed Jimmy’s outstretched hand, swung his leg over Adequate, and dropped to the ground. He watched Jimmy lead Adequate back to his stall, whispering to the horse as he went.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Adequate, hope we weren’t too much trouble for you. You’re a good horse, though, aren’t you, yeah…” Tango smiled as Jimmy paused; others might think he’d just run out of things to say, but Tango knew he was giving space for Adequate to respond as if the horse actually would.

This moment—if he could only have just this moment over and over again, he thinks he’d be okay with that; if they couldn’t have all the ones passed it or as many as they could grab in a mad dash for more, Tango would happily live here, right now, floundering under the weight of such quiet satisfaction and impossible domesticity. It doesn’t even have to be this one specifically, he’d take any of the other dozen like it. This was the kind of mundanity he’d never get bored of, not if it saved them all the rest.

He understood then, with sudden clarity, that the privilege of having had this would always be worth more than the chance of losing it. The following realization hits just as hard; that Jimmy must have known this too—must have known it all along —or he would’ve turned tail and ran before his diaster-formulas had even finished computing.

“Tango?”

Tango looked back at Jimmy, standing before him yet again, a concerned look on his face; Tango was not often the one caught lost in thought.

“Ready to go home?”

Home—he could have said ready to go inside, or simply, ready to go considering they were really only a 50-foot walk from their front door, but he’d chosen to say home. This house, this place they’d built and lived in together that was really so much more than the walls and roof it was made of. Tango would never forget the first time Jimmy had off-handedly called it home a few months ago; he hadn’t gotten used to it since, and he didn’t think he ever would.

Tango smiled, “ready as I’ll ever be, partner.” His fake country accent wasn’t good, but that was why he did it.

“That was… bad,” Jimmy said—though he laughed, which Tango considered a success.

“Howdy partner,” he emphasized the accent more this time, spinning Jimmy around and pushing him towards the door. “Yee-haw! rootin’, tootin’, and shootin’...I don’t know. What else do cowboys say?”

“Tango, oh my gosh, stop.” Jimmy pushed him lightly as they started on the path toward the house, but Tango swiftly recovered, swinging an arm around Jimmy’s shoulder when he came back (which was somewhat of a feat, him being a bit shorter).

“Oh come on, give me another one. You oughta know, don’t you, mister strong-and-capable ranch hand. Cowboyificate me!”

“Tango, those two are not at the same thing,” Jimmy protested.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying to me—my accent’s probably not even that bad!”

The concept of time was so far away as to have been forgotten again as they made the short walk to their front door; for all they knew, there was only this, this picture—Tango teasing Jimmy, Jimmy pretending to be upset about it and indulging him anyway. It was always these moments, the random inconsequential ones that made Tango forget about it all in the end. The amount of time they might not have, the possibility of their ending being predisposed, the concept of missing something he hadn’t yet lost. Tango wished whatever time they did have left was exactly like this; filled with endless moments of meaningless nonsense—he wished they could feel such peaceful insignificance forever.

(love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder or whatever it was the song said idk. read on ao3 here)

#blatant strawberry wine by noah kahan propaganda #no one look at me im embarrassed #this is digustingly soft and i hhngghhdfjkg #folks this songs ruined my life if you cant tell #i recommend you listen to it before or after or during reading every. line of this fic is based off that song.#worm writes #strawberry wine #team rancher #team rancher fic #double life #double life fic #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tango tek #tangotek #life series fic #rancher duo

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hybbart · 1 year

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Would you ever consider drawing the day when scar had to leave the hospital because of the skulk? I’ve been picturing it in my head but it would be very cool in your style (I’m also a huge scar fan and I love how you draw him) it’s totally fine if you wouldn’t want to draw that though, since it’s not really part of the ranchers’ story

I probably won't, cause I don't plan on doing any flashback days or side art really, and Scar's a character I struggle to draw how I want him to look, but mostly I think whatever I could draw or write is going to be mostly disappointing compared to it being a blank spot. Honestly if I was writing or animating it I would probably just skip over it entirely, have Scar draw a blank on exactly what happen, or something more symbolic and unreal? I think those types of things are scarier that way.

I can give a bit more detail on Scar's whole situation, though, below the cut.

Scar and Cub were buddies pre-apocalypse, specifically Cub was Scar's doctor and they were having a meeting when it all went down.

It was a children's hospital they hauled up in because they specifically wanted to save the medical equipment there for any children that might have survived.

The real reason they didn't clear the place out was because people in story didn't know how the zombie disease or sculk worked. The two were hoping they could maybe figure out a cure before people started figuring out zombies couldn't be saved once zombified.

The sculk came from a lab room Cub was using.

Scar stayed for quite a long time trying to appease Cub's sudden changes but eventually he had to get away or be consumed as well. He spent a lot of time unknowingly making it worse by doing so.

Scar is very much Not Okay with having abandoned his friend, especially knowing what little he knows about sculk (that the host is alive and it is possible to sometimes recover from it)

His experiences with Cub are a big reason he attached himself to Grian and is still trying to find a cure for The Thing We Do Not Mention (Grian's requested phrasing because Grian is also not all too accepting of his precarious mortality). He does not want to lose someone else to it and does everything he can.

Both are quite terrified of the upcoming winter and if they'll get enough sun and heat to keep it at bay.

Grian treats Scar a lot like Tango treats Jimmy, which is to say fretting over him and making sure he's okay while actively ignoring his own issues. He just does it in a much more Grian way.

Part of Scar still really hopes they'll be able to go back and save Cub one day.

#raau ask #raau notes #raau notes: character

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popsicle-parfait · 2 years

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Spontaneous Pantalone Headcannons

Theme: Pantalone with a Snezhnayan Reader!

CW: slight (?) yandere themes, mentions of guns

Requested?: Nope!

A/n: I wanted to make more posts so I decided to do this! Also I'm making these up as I go so bear with me!

When taking a loan from the local bank for your mother, that's when you saw him.

Your nose was red and you had a basket filled with pastries, trying to keep them warm from the harsh everlasting winter.

At first you didn't seem to mind his presence back then, especially because you didn't know him then.

But one thing that caught your eye for sure was the gaze he held, it was one filled with knowledge; and power.

You didn't think anything of it until you kept meeting up with him during financial excursions, once was a coincidence but 5 times? That was a pattern.

What you didn't know was that day when you locked eyes with the harbinger, he just knew you were different

You weren't the average passerby that would quake in his sight or question his presence, no your being screamed intelligence and poise.

At first he would notice little glances of you every now and again, nothing noteworthy--at least, that's what he thought.

You weren't aware of it, but there was a time where you had a small discourse with some foreigner in an empty street.

You told the man that you refused to give him your valuables, he obviously thought you were an easy catch and continued to push your buttons further.

Then, that was when it happened, you had a vision. Your hidden emblem hanging from your fur coat shined brightly as you pulled out a small pistol before firing a warning shot past the foreigner's head.

Realizing his almost death, the man ran away in terror after apologizing vigorously.

Pantalone was entranced, that look you had on your face, it was ice cold; and that, my friend drew the harbingers attention.

Ever since that encounter he's wondered what it would be like to melt your frozen walls, to be the only one who you show your true feelings to.

Oh how he longed to waltz with you under the moonlight and kiss your skin as the violin rang through the room.

It may not have interfered with his missions, but he did think about you; there was never a moment where he wasn't.

He wondered what it would be like to see you smile, to whisk you away from your somber village life and give you one full of elegance and luxury.

And as time moved on, you finally gathered enough ambition to move the first chess piece

The conversations you two would have always left him wanting more, and it made you feel wanted in the same.

Little meet ups turned into dining at fancy restaurants and subtle laughs turned into enchanting gazes with eachother.

Your cold heart melted when he'd call you "dear" or "beloved" and his eyes shined with satisfaction when you blushed in slight embarrassment

Long walks along the terrain were very common with you two, especially during the night when the stars glistened above.

You'd visit him while he worked on his financial services, helping ease the workload little by little as the two of you found the atmosphere comfortable.

Cuddling together and sharing each other's coats were the little things you two enjoyed when you could.

And if you two ran into trouble along the way? Well, let's just say that their body no longer exists.

You would do anything for each other, even dancing upon the graves of your enemies when it comes down to it.

Pantalone never gets jealous, simply because he knew just how much organs sell in the black market; and because you'd never let them get away far enough for ruining your time together.

Your relationship was like a tango with ice at your feet, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, he is a harbinger.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #nb reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non binary reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fatui #shneznaya #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin headcanons

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DO YOU HAVE ANY. U dialtown or dsaf headcannons idk if this was aske d buuut

yes. many. here's the dialtown ones. get comfy cuz were gonna be here for a while

- After being flattened by Mademe Mediocre, Bunny became partially disabled and uses a walking stick.

- Abel helped Bunny with his recovery and it was friends to lovers :)

- Jerry's dogs all attack him and his wife when they get home from work, but in a loving way

- Randy's jacket is torn to hell and back, and he refuses to get rid of it

- Oliver likes fnaf, and he explains the lore to the people hes closest with. Mr.Dickens didn't understand any of what he was talking about, Norm got lost like 5 minutes in but didn't have the heart to tell Oliver, Randy somehow understood him, and Gingi wasn't paying attention the whole time

- Mr.Dicken's wife's name was Julie and she owned a flower store

- Randy is autistic

- Gingi ate a rock once while Norm just kinda...watched

- Billy owned a fidget spinner. I say "owned" because he threw it at someone and never got it back

- Randy doesn't know how to cook for the life of him, but he does know how to make pancakes so at least he has that

- Callum and Marla are very affectionate towards each other to the discomfort of everyone around them

- Oliver has ADHD

- Gingi named each of their kids after the person it reflects. The horse is Carmel, the raccoon is Stromboli, the emu is Olive, the monkey is Squatch, and the eagle is Norman

- Gabby has a ton of candles around her shop that she changes for the seasons

- Norm absolutely despises winter and will spend all of it angerly sitting in front of the fireplace

- Karen clicks her pens when she's trying to concentrate, and it drives everyone crazy

- Gingi has bits of fur around their neck that grows as the seasons change and it gets colder. It's shortest in summer

- Pierre, Stabby, and Shooty are all friends

- Oliver lets his friends go through the scareshack for free sometimes

- Hobo was once paid to do a cartwheel, fell on his face, and was knocked out. He woke up a day later in some random dumpster near the center of downtown Dialtown

- Mingus is transfem

- Karen and Randy sometimes draw together. Karen is good with realistic things while Randy's style is a lot more cartoony

- Tango's favorite song is Living Island by Pogo

- Gabby loves talking with her customers, especially young teens who come into the store

- Oliver and Hobo watched a cheap rom-com they found in the dollar store once, and the night ended with Hobo breaking the disk over his knee and frisbee-ing it out the window. Oliver was just...too stunned to move. They don't talk about that movie.

- Abel is pretty good with card tricks

- Gingi acts a lot like a cat

- Callum and Marla met during one of Callum's early campaigns. Marla showed up to all of them and after a few, she slipped her number into his pocket.

- Randy's father was a priest and his mother ran the church he preached at

- Gabby hates the smell of cigarette smoke because she was around it so much as a kid

- Mingus has a pearl necklace that belonged to Marla that she wears a lot

- Oliver's music taste consists of: Lemon Demon, Will Wood, IDKHBTFM, Two Door Cinema Club, Brittany Spears, and Tally Hall

- Gingi behaves and is nice around Karen, but the second she leaves it goes back to being a gremlin

- Randy has severe religious trauma

- Norm hates any and all modern music. The only one he tolerates is Lord Huron

- Milton loves listening to Callum's rambles

- Finnaly, Mingus and Gingi act a lot like siblings

I told you I had a lot. This isn't even all of them, I'm just getting sick of typing.

#dialtown

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peaceteaa11 · 1 year

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Ladylike

Part Two of Ladylike

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: 18+ actual doing of the devil tango

Warnings: 18+ (Run away minors! run!), mentions drinking, pining, one night stand turns into more. Lots of fluff. Mutual pining.

Summary: After finding out they both have feelings for each other the reader and Eddie decide they should have a repeat of last night but sober. Forming a relationship is next on the list.

A/N: Hello lovely babes. I am sorry I've been so inactive. Fall semester really grabbed me by my hair and started to pull me every which way, and not in a sexy way. Anyways here is the second part of Ladylike. I hope you all enjoy! More parts of Love Luna and My Rockstar will be out soon. I am on winter break so I have plenty of time to write which is such a relief. Anyways, as you know I only proof read these once so there will be mistakes, my apologies. My requests are open again but just for winter break! So if you have a little blurb you want to see send it my way!

Word Count: 2.6k

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

Little gremlins turn around. This is not for your precious eyes.

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Eddie pushes you back onto his bed causing a fit of giggles to erupt throughout his room. He crawls on top of you and connects his lips to yours again with a small hum. You can hardly believe it. You had been dreaming of a moment like this with Eddie for years it feels unreal, especially now that you could remember every movement, every graze of your cheek. Eddie's finger tickle their way up your side as he cups your cheek. Suddenly he pulls away from the kiss and stares at you laying beneath him.

His eyes are soft and deep, sparkling in the morning light. "I know that we... uh... we already... mmm..." He takes in a deep breath and sighs heavily as he strokes your cheek gently. He tilts his head to the side, his hair shifting causing water droplets to trickle down onto your left shoulder. "This is different than before. This is... how I've always dreamed about it. After the heartfelt confessions, the passionate kissing comes in, and then you finally let me see all of you. This is… but this is different from last night. It’s so…”

“Real.” You hum softly pushing his west bangs from his eyes. He nods quickly.

“You sure you wanna do this… again?” He smirks towards the end of his question and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Don’t ask stupid questions Eddie.” You grab both sides of his face and pull him down into you. He chuckles as his lips meet yours. He smiles into the kiss. His lips a bit chapped but so soft.

He pulls back suddenly. Whining a bit as his lips leave yours. “I wanna hear you say it.” He smirks down at you but his eyes are soft, pleading. Begging you to say that you want him. He looks so needy. “Please.”

You feel your stomach clench, warmth building up inside of you. “Eddie. I want you. I want to do everything we did last night. Again. And again. And again.” You watch as Eddie’s smirk falls from his lips. His mouth falling open slightly as he looks down at you. His hips grind into yours slightly.

“Everything… you sure you’ll let me do what I did last night now that we’re sober?” He chuckles obviously trying to distract you a bit from the blush flooding his cheeks. You giggle and smile up at him. Batting your lashing your lips curl into a smirk.

“I might let you do more.” You can’t help but laugh at Eddie as his eyes go wide. He shakes his head and pushes out a breathy laugh.

“You’re gonna kill me.” Shortly after these words leave his lips Eddie slides his knee in between your legs causing a gasp to sound through the room. He quickly moves to your neck. Leaving small kisses a purple crescent moons down your neck.

Your fingers tangle in his wet curls pushing him closer to you. Wanting to melt into him. He hikes his knee up closer to your core. You gasp once again. “Eddie…” you whine feeling his lips curl into a soft smile as he drags them along the delicate skin of your neck.

“Grind on it.” He huffs before leaving a harsh bite on your shoulder. You moan loudly. His breath filling your ears. “Com’ on Princess. Grind on me. Pretty please?” His voice layered in tender teasing. You slowly start to grind against his knee. Whimpering at the stimulation.

“Eds.” You whimper feeling jolts of pleasure due to the mixture of riding his knee and his lips sucking on any exposed skin he can reach. “More. I… I need more Eds.”

“Oh god.” His voice shakes a bit as he pushes his knee up more. “Never stop calling me that okay? Never.” His hips move slightly as he tests the waters.

“Go ahead Eds. Please.” You can feel his need in his pants growing larger. Without hesitation Eddie start grinding against your leg in sync with your movements on his.

His whines start to cloud your mind. So needy and soft. His head still tucked into your neck, his breath hot and sweaty in your skin. He whimpers a bit when your fingers tug at his hair. “Mmm. I need you. Please. Let me…” his voice shakes and is cut off by a moan. His body shakes against yours.

“You’re a lot needier than I remember Eds.” You tease and he shakes his head against your shoulder.

“No alcohol to keep me cool. Can’t hide.” He huffs. “Can’t hide how much I want you.” He groans as his hands slide under his shirt that you are wearing. “Let me fuck you. I need to. I need you.” He whines loudly.

“Mmm. Okay.” You sigh pulling him close again but only for a moment before he breaks out of your grasp. He sits back on his heels and stares at you. His hands rake through his hair and she smiles.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He smiles sweetly and you feel your heart thud against your chair. You smile up at him trying to savor the look on his face. “Take my clothes off… except my shirt. Keep that on.” He orders without room for argument. Quickly he gets off the bed and strips out of his pants. He looks back over to you and smirks. “Come on love. Don’t make me wait.” You slowly start to pull his boxers off of you tossing them to the side of his bed while he stands there watching intently.

“Where the needy Eddie from before?” You tease a bit as you pull your panties down and toss them away as well.

“He’s still here. Believe me. He’s just incredibly horny right now.” He chuckles as he climbs back onto the bed hovering over you. You giggle as he runs his hands up your sides hiking his shirt up leaving your completely exposed.

“I like horny Eddie.” You smile as you twirl a section of his hair around your fingers.

“Well, then I promise when it comes to you mylady, horny Eddie is always lurking in the shadows.” He smirks a bit as he begins to kiss down your stomach. Your muscles tighten as he get closer and closer to your cunt.

“Mmm. How often to you think I’ll be able to call him from the shadows? Will he be up for daily adventures?”

“Mmm. Yes.” He kiss your pelvis softly and you whine a bit. “He craves adventures. Especially when they involve such a fair lady.” You giggle a bit.

“I thought I wasn’t a lady- oh god.” Your mind goes blank as Eddie shoved his tongue deep inside you. Lapping you up. He sucks gently at your clit before swirling his tongue around it. You gasp and your hands grip his hair tightly. “Eddie!” You moan as he slides a finger inside of you. Your back arches off the bed, head digging deeper into his pillows. He hums softly. Pulling back slightly.

“Hips down.” His free hand wraps around your leg and pushes your hips down in the bed. “Good girl.” He smiles as he adds another finger. He goes back to swirling his tongue around your clit. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you. His rings hitting your rim with each thrust. You behind to helplessly grind against his face pushing him into you.

“Eddie. I can’t. I…” you whine fisting his hair. “Eddie I’m gonna cum.” Eddie nods. He sucks harshly at your clit and quickens his pace. Pumping his finger in and out of you quickly. He hums. The warm knot in your stomach tightens so much you’re sure it’s unhealthy. “Eddie. Eddie. Eddie!” You chant his name like a sacred prayer as your stomach erupts into a warm bliss. You scream out quite loudly. Eddie continues to suck and pump you until your eyes return to the front of your head. You look down at him as he laps up all your juices. You whimper as the soft stimulation. He chuckles as he pulls his fingers from you. Sucking on them immediately.

“You taste fucking amazing. And you sound like a goddess.” He smiles as he crawl over you once more. “Also for clarification. I never said you weren’t a lady my love. I said you didn’t act very ladylike… there is a difference.” He smirks as you still work on catching your breath.

“Kiss me. Please please.” You whine and reach up for him. He smiles softly. All jokes fading from his mind replaced by pure adoration. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. Gently gliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You gasp a bit letting him shove his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dance around one another as he explores your mouth. After a few minutes as gentle making out you softly push his shoulder back. He pulls away and looks at you with sad eyes.

“What’s wrong? I could do that all day. Please let me…” suddenly needy Eddie is back full force. His fingers gripping your hips softly.

“Okay…” you smile as you run your fingers along his cheek. “But can’t you fuck me while you do it?” You watch as a link tint cover his cheeks. His ears turning red.

“Okay. Yes. Yes god yes.” He smiles as he clumsy shoved his boxers below his ass and pulls his dick out. You gasp a bit and his eyes meet yours. “You sure you want to?” You nod and lick your hand before wrapping you hand around his length. He gasps so loudly your suck in a thankful breath that no one else is around. “Oh god.” He falls forward. Both his arms catching him as his palms hit the mattress on either side of you head. “Oh my god. Your hand. It feels so good around my c-cock.”

You pump him slowly just trying to add slick to his veiny cock. He was already plenty hard. “I need you inside me Eds.”

His eyes squeeze shut and he smiles. “Mkay.” He whimpers a bit before opening his eyes netting yours. His hand guides yours away as he lines himself up with your entrance. He glided his tip up and down your slit causing you to moan. “You sound so sweet baby.” He quickly places a kiss on your forehead and slowly slides himself inside you. Both of you gasp as he bottoms you out.

“Oh god!” You cry out. Your arms wrapping around him. Your nails digging into his back as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Kisses now.” He whines looking into your eyes with such a sweet smile. You nod and your lips are connected once again.

You moan into his mouth causing his speed to increase as if he can’t get enough of you. He hums against you, the sound of your bodies filling the room. All your sense feel overwhelmed. A familiar warmth builds in your stomach. Your nails scratch down Eddie’s back as he thrusts into you harshly and grinds against you hitting all the right spots.

“Faster.” You whine into his mouth and he chuckles before sucking on your bottom lip.

His hips start to slam into your fast and hard. You cry out. A white haze building in your mind all you can think of is Eddie. His smile. His eyes. This is everything you’ve been waiting for. You wanted everything Eddie had to offer you. And you have for years. The fear you felt this morning washes away as you melt into each other. Eddie likes you too. That’s all you need. You start to cry out feeling your high starting to unfold.

“Cum for me.” His voice falling into your mouth is all your need. Your eyes roll back into your head, your nails digging so harshly into the skin of his back you are sure it will leave harsh marks. You can’t help but laugh from the pleasure. Your breath fleeing your lungs.

“Eddie. Please. Please cum.” You whimper still riding out the ends of your high.

“Mmm I’m gonna baby. I’m gonna. Where do you want me?” He whines a bit and you can tell he is unbelievably close, barely holding on. You pull his chest down to your and he moans softly into your neck again.

“Inside.” Is all you can manage.

“Baby… are you? Oh fuck. Are you sure?” His thrusts still harshly hitting yours. Both of you shaking. The after shocks of your high causing you to twitch.

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Oh f-fuck.” Much like you. That was all his needed. You can feel his hot load paint your walls. You whine feeling him release inside you. His whimpers fill your ears as he shoved his face into your neck. “Baby. You’re. Amazing. Fuck!” His sloppy thrusts cease as he completely collapses on top of you.

“You’re heavy.” You chuckle a bit as you soothe his hair.

“That’s rude.” He chuckles with you and snuggles closer to your neck if that is possible.

“Eddie…”

“Let me just stay here. Inside your for a little longer. Please?” His hair tickles your nose as you shift a bit.

“Okay.” You smile. This really is everything you have wanted for years. The bliss, the pleasure, the sweet moments, Eddie.

You and Eddie lay there together for what feels like only minutes until you hear the trailer door rock open. “Eddie! You home son?” Wayne’s voice rattles through the small area. You startle a bit. Your eyes flash open. You look toward Eddie’s door. And shake him a bit. He slowly lifts his head and whines.

“What baby?” He moves slightly and that’s when you realize you both fell asleep and Eddie is indeed still inside you. He tries to snuggle back into you when suddenly Wayne calls out again.

“Son?” Eddie’s head pops up and he quickly looks toward his door. You both listen as Wayne starts to make his way back towards Eddie’s room.

“Oh fuck.” Eddie whispers. He quickly pulls out of you causing you to whimper a bit. “I know. Im sorry baby.” He tilts his head sadly as he jumps off the bed. He pulls his boxers up as he places a kiss on your lips and rushes to the door. He cracks it open just in time to stop Wayne from coming in. “Hey Wayne. Sorry. I was napping.” Eddie chuckles. You look at his back and blush deeply as you notice all the scratches.

“Alright. Well. Whatcha want for dinner kid?”

“Oh uh. Burgers?”

“Alright. I’ll start up the grill. Meet me outside?”

“Yup. Sounds good.”

“Want a beer?”

“Sure.”

“Alright.”

Eddie closes the door quickly and turns to face you. He smiles softly and pushes his now dry hair from his face. “We somehow slept through the day.” He chuckles and instantly jumps back into bed. As he starts to curl up next you again. Pulling you close.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He looks up at you with big brown puppy eyes and you smile.

“How you gotta get me outta here?” You question sweetly.

“Mmm. I’m not. I’m gonna keep you in here forever. I’ll bring you back a burger and a beer what more could you want?” He smirks and kisses your neck.

“That sounds so nice but… I need do need to get home. My mother is gonna kill me… although… I could just say I was at my dad’s.” You smile at him and he nods happily.

“Do that.”

“You can’t keep me forever though. At least you cant keep me in here forever. I need to be walked at least two times a day.” You giggle and he chuckles at your joke.

“We’ll figure it out. Just not tonight. Tonight you stay here.”

“Two nights in a row? Sounds like you’re trying to lock me down.”

“Desperately.” He chuckles.

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It's not my best work but I hope is satisfies your desires my beautiful babes.

Peace and Love, Babes xxx

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jyou-no-sonoko19 · 1 year

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I guess I should tell my Goncharov origin story because honestly I took one hell of a route.

The first thing you need to know is that (unsurprisingly) Gonch was huge in Japan, known as ゴンチャロブ: 憂鬱な冬 (”Goncharov: Melancholic Winter”).

The second thing you need to know is that I first came across the film in a drive-sharing LAN at some point early in uni (this was eDonkey/eMULE days, very early 2000s), which was mostly anime but a bunch of live action films made it in too. And it was a dub.

A very brief history of the Gonch in Japan: December 1973: Theatrical release November 1983: 10 year anniversary of the film, released on ~*~laserdisc~*~, with a very functional, stock-standard dub. Then came December 1997, DVDs were very shiny and very new, and distributors were clambering for the titles to re-release and motivate regular people to spend that sort of money when their video tapes seemed perfectly fine.

The folks behind the laserdisc release had bellied-up, and Osaka’s SukinaBANG! (who mostly put out dubbed Spaghetti Westerns at the time) picked up the rights and put in a ton of effort on re-dubbing, using popular voices in the 90s pop and anime scene. Including Kaoru Akimoto -- yes, as in “Dress Down” Kaoru Akimoto! -- who was cast as Sofia. And you’d best believe that meant she wrote a brand new song to tie-in to the release of the dub.

And the thing is, they didn’t just put a different track over the credits. Anything throughout the film that could properly be called a song was replaced, with glorious abandon. I mean, it’s no more anachronistic than the original, right? When you get down to the nitt and the gritt? It’s not like there was an entire lack of synths used in “Mia Cara Sposa”, now was there?

Anyway, long story short, the first (second, third, etc) time I saw The Tango Scene, they were dancing to an incredible electro-pop number called “BE MY BABY”, which Akimoto released as an extremely limited single, available through Tower Records (apparently stock didn’t make it far outside of Tokyo, so pretty much the Shinjuku/ Shibuya/ Ikebukuro hub) paired with the DVD. And when I tell you that song haunts my dreams to this day...

“Be my baby, soko ni odotteru! Be my baby, kono yoru, owatteru!”

It charges me rent at this point. And when I finally saw the scene in English it was like... a) okay well this is an EXTREMELY DIFFERENT VIBE, and b) you’re telling me the original song is basically revealing the entire finale, while I was over here singing about how the champagne is sparkling off the dark waters of the bay??

And honestly? I recommend this experience. It’s not the first time I’ve watched a film/series dubbed before the original, and it gives a really interesting dual experience, because you get to see it through a foreign interpretation first -- the difference in archetypes/ voice casting across cultures is hugely interesting! -- and then go into the original as if it’s just another version, it doesn’t hold the same ‘holy’ weight to it, and I think that’s neat. Especially with a film as culturally distinct as Goncharov.

#Goncharov #Goncharov 1973 #ゴンチャロブ: 憂鬱な冬 #Oh yeah also there's a scene that was cut from the original theatrical run that made it onto the laserdisc #and subsequently as a bonus item on the DVD #which actually removes all ambiguity from Katya's scene in the dinner car (she did get the letter she just chose not to open it)#unreality

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siriannatan · 1 year

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Winter's Canary 3/3

Tango sometimes thought about what Jimmy was up to in Hells. Especially after meeting his player equivalent. In a death game organised by one of the friends, he met on hermitcraft. It paired contestants with soul bonds making them share their lives, pain and hunger. And to a lesser degree feelings which led to some awkward questions from Jimmy. Like why Tango would sometimes get sad. Saying Jimmy reminded him of an old friend seemed to work well enough.

Inspired by the wonderful Hells To Pay AU by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown.

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AO3 link for those who prefer to read there

Warnings: Mind Control, Mind Manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, In a way, Mysterious Potions, Hells Scott, Hells Jimmy, Harpy Jimmy, Scott is evil, violence

Not that they had much chance to discuss it, being the first pair out. Tango would take full responsibility for it. It was a bit hard to focus for him when his mind wandered back to where he was from.

He wasn't down about the loss for long. Decked Out kept him so busy he had little time to think about other things. At least until Grian's weird rift opened and a whole bunch of hermits, Tango included went through.

It turned out to lead to Empires. The server Jimmy was on and spoke fondly of. They got scattered all over, Tango guessed the rift wasn't stable enough to transport them properly. Not that he knew much about this kind of stuff. Luckily he happened on Shelby's little mangrove swamp house and, after getting an amazing hat, she got him reunited with his friends on a massive tour of the whole server. And met the other Jimmy once more.

He felt a bit bad about staying in Gobland, initially before hermits settled in their own spot. But he did not want those thoughts plaguing him. Besides, he still visited Tumble Town and Jimmy didn't seem to mind even if his and fWhip's relationship seemed tense at best. He was a bit more interested in Scar which might have stung a little bit.

It was during one of his Tumble Town visits that all that's good went bad. Namely, a hells resident appeared in front of them looking panicked. Tango vaguely recognised him as Tinker or the other fWhip. Well. More like fell out of the sky screaming in panic.

"Ahh. Not... you're not him..." the redhead panicked seeing Tango and Jimmy. "Hi, Tango. This where you've been?" he laughed nervously while looking around. "I really can't stick around..." he mumbled trying to stand up and instantly failing.

"You okay man?" Tango asked helping him up. "I'll explain it a bit later," he tossed to Jimmy with a tense smile. Tinker had freeze burns. There was only one person in Hells who used ice. "You got Minor angry?"

"It's not from Minor. He's got a new hunting bird... Our Jim... I have no idea what and when he did to him but..."

"Tut. Tut. Tut." a sudden slow noise had Tinker freezing. "Running away is one thing but rumours... that's just terrible," Tango recognised the voice as Jimmy's hells almost instantly. It was almost as it used to be but... a lot colder and... "You're lucky Scott wants you alive Tink. Otherwise you'd be dead already," he hummed landing right behind Tinker.

Tango understood what Tinker wanted to say. Jimmy has changed. His feathers were much more muted gold, almost as if they were frosted over. His brown eyes were cold, skin even paler with sickly visible veins. And his wings were bigger and much more like an owl's than a canary's.

"Tango?... Tango... Hi. It's been a while. How are you doing?" Jimmy seemed confused for a second but quickly shook it off and, while easily picking Tinker up with one hand, waved at tango with a quite emotionless smile.

"I'm great... What happened to your wings?" Tango asked, trying to hide other Jimmy behind himself.

"Nothing bad. Just a side effect of a little thing... Would you happen to know where a Chromia is? Scott said he's waiting there... I'm supposed yo bring Tinky to him so he can apologise, right Tinky?"

Tinker wiggled and tried to get out of the avian's grip but it was all for nothing. Whatever the wings were a side effect of seemed to increase his strength by quite a bit. "I do..." Tango said, a bit hesitantly. If Minor was near Scott... It was best they cooperate for now.

"Can you take me there? Don't worry about other me, I'm a bit busy. Scott wants Tinky," Jimmy was still smiling while creeping turning his head nearly 90 degrees to the left. Not blinking, with no hints of the smile in his empty, dead eyes.

"Sure..." Jimmy nodded before Tango could. "What did he do to your Scott? Are you fine with the nether?"

"Is nether warm? If so then not much... And Tinky said he'd do a thing for Scott and then didn't do it and tried to run... Very rude," Hells Jimmy huffed, shaking Tinker a bit. "No fainting," he scolded shifting his grip so he was not choking him too badly.

"We can fly then, it's a bit far but it should be fine," Jimmy nodded.

Somehow Tango found himself at the back. Flying behind two Jimmys, one holding Tinker and giggling about Scott... What in the Hells sake did Minor do to Jimmy? Was the guy lying when he let Tango out of Hells? Did he... No. Jimmy would not...

His mind was no less confused when they reached Chromia. And the sight of two Scotts sharing a tea was not less confusing. Not one bit.

"Scott!" Jimmy let out a happy hoot, no longer paying any attention to his guides. "I found him!" he added shaking a terrified Tinker.

"I see Jimmy," Minor smiled slightly as he set his cup aside. "Thank you for the delicious tea, my other self, but Jimmy does not deal with warmth too well, so we'll be off... Hello Tango. It's been a while. I hope you're happy with where I landed you." his smile grew a little as he noticed the blaze. "Oh. And a second Jimmy, how cute," he chuckled opening a portal.

"I'll die... I"ll freeze..." Tinker panicked, trashing in Jimmy's grasp.

"It won't be that fast no need to panic. Go on first, I'll be right behind," he encouraged a happily hooting Jimmy to go through the shimmering gate of ice. No protests, No snarky comments Tango would have expected from him.

"What did you do to him?" he could not help but ask just as Minor was about to leave.

"Nothing much, just made sure the temperatures of my lair did not bother him," Minor smiled coldly over his shoulder. "Don't worry, he's staying with me fully willingly," he chuckled, not sounding at all convincing, and also went back to Hells. Leaving Tango confused and regretting a lot of his life's choices.

There was a heavy silence hanging over Tango, Jimmy and Scott. None of them was sure what to say after that brief but one-of-a-kind interaction. It was the sheriff that spoke first. "What just happened?" he asked flopping down to the ground.

"Well... you two just met your Hells..." Tango said, slowly, not sure how to describe it. He had no idea how and why Hells worked and existed. "Hells is a different dimension. A mesh of overworld and nether with no End. It's destruction and death wherever you go and look... A terrible place and... I'm originally from there. There's an actual player Tango or whatever his name is out there... I never looked..."

"So that was me? But not quite?" Scott hummed when Tango stopped talking.

"Yes. From what I understand, we, Hells are... sort of twisted parallels of players. A certain aspect of theirs tuned up to a thousand... Other Scott, Minor, is a manipulative and cunning and cruel man of ice and frost. Very powerful... He's the one who let me out of there... Jimmy took me to him after I used a favour he owed me... I think I brought him into Minor's trap..." he sighed feeling himself heat up in frustration.

"Did he know what kind of person Minor is?" Jimmy asked, resting a hand on Tango's shoulder. The blaze hybrid could only nod. "It's not your fault then. I'm sure he knew what he was getting into... What was that... favour he owed you?"

Tango sighed. "The respawn in Hells is a bit faulty so if things like wings get too damaged before you die it will not fix them... I saved his wings one time... I think it meant a lot to him. There was nowhere else I could go to get out... I had to get out..." he mumbled, staring into a panic spiral.

"Who did he even bring here?" Scott asked in a desperate attempt to change the topic. "He looked like fWhip..."

"Tinker. And you got it, he's the other fWhip. He's good at setting up very destructive traps so most try to not get him angry with them. Apparently Sc... Minor asked him for something that was too much and he tried to get out of it... Can we not talk about that? I hate that place..."

"How about we pet llamas instead?" Scott offered and nearly pulled them to the garden. There was nothing like a llama cuddle pile to lift a mood.

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Icy Gutter Troubles? Here's How To Melt That Stubborn Ice.

Winter: a season of warm cocoa, snuggly blankets, and... icy gutters? Yep, you read that right. If you've ever had to battle frosty gutters, you know it's a chilly challenge. Let's dive into the frosty details and see how to send that stubborn ice packing. Why Bother With The Big Freeze? Before we whip out our winter toolkit, let’s chat about why frozen gutters are more than just an aesthetic issue: - No flow, big woes. When water can’t make its great escape, it can cause backup problems. - Heavy ice can be a literal drag, pulling down your gutters. - Beware the icicle! Beautiful but sneaky little hazards, especially if one decides to break free. Some Traditional Tricks And Why They Might Trip You Up Many well-meaning folks, in their icy plight, often lean into some classic methods. But here's the cold truth: - The Salt Saga: It melts ice, sure. But toss salt up there, and you might just be fast-tracking your gutter to Rustville. And let’s not forget the unhappy plants below once that salty concoction drips down. - Chemical Capers: Super melters, but also potential planet harmers. The residues from some chemical deicers are neither plant-friendly nor kind to our waterways. How To Thaw Out A Frozen Gutter If you're hunting for a smarter solution on how to melt ice in gutter, meet your new best friend: Safe Thaw. - Kiss Corrosion Goodbye: Safe Thaw isn't in the gutter destruction business. It’s gentle on your metalwork and promises no nasty surprises like short-circuiting your outdoor lights. - Season-long Superhero: This isn't a one-hit-wonder. Sprinkle some Safe Thaw, and you're golden for the entire chilly season. - What's in the Mix?: Think of it as a winter cocktail. A unique blend of modified crystalline amide core, with a splash of glycol and a dash of traction agents. Melted ice, with a side of safety. Diy Hacks For The Brave At Heart Safe Thaw is the pro's choice, but if you're in the mood for some home remedies on how to melt ice in gutter, here they are: - Warm Water Wonders: Pouring hot water is like giving your gutters a warm bath. Quick relief, though it might be a short-lived party if the temperatures drop again. - Heat Tape Tango: Consider it a heating pad for your gutters. Install, turn on, and watch the magic unfold. To Sum It Up: Let's Melt Away Those Icy Issues Winter is all about enjoying the cozy indoors, not fretting over how to melt ice in gutter. The next time you're scratching your head, wondering how to melt that ice, remember: that not all solutions are made equal. Skip the quick fixes, and instead, reach for a product like Safe Thaw. It’ll keep your gutters flowing and your winter spirit glowing. Stay warm and ice-free, my friends! Read the full article

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Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes or pie with your grandma? No. One of them was in her eighties by the time I was old enough to cook/bake with her, and the other was a raging alcoholic who didn't even know who I was half the time, ha.

Do you burn incense? No, but I do burn scented candles.

Do you smoke weed? Nope. The smell is awful.

Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? No, thankfully not. England is pretty "safe" in that respect. We do get floods most years but nothing serious thankfully. Occasionally I need a day off work due to road closures but otherwise life carries on as normal for the most part. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? McDonald's or KFC.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over Planet Earth? No. I don't think aliens would have any interest in this dumpster fire of a planet, lol.

Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? Yeah - lately it's been Dr Pepper but I do like Pepsi Max and Tango as well, depending on my mood.

Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? It depends? I mean, if close friends/family do it it's just kind of normal to me, but I wouldn't want to be with someone who burped in a cinema or fancy restaurant or something.

When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? I'm not close to any of my cousins.

When was the last time you saw a bird? What kind of bird was this? I have no idea, there are birds everywhere around here. It was probably a pigeon, blackbird or seagull.

How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I was about six.

Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Alex, yes. I've actually never known a John my age before.

When was the last time you painted a picture? Years ago. It's been at least a decade if not more.

What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? I'm not a fan of hot dogs.

Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? In the kitchen.

What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? It depends on my mood, honestly. I have a few favourites.

Has someone seen you naked in the past month? Yeah.

How many concerts have you been to? Maybe 8-10 overall, but not for a long time now.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? What wouldn't be right about it?

Last thing you drank? Dr Pepper.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? I've had my nose pierced for 13 years now.

Would you ever donate blood? I can't donate blood. They've never been able to find a vein.

Have you ever driven without a license? No.

Are you ticklish? Yep, extremely.

What are you listening to? The final Lord of the Rings is playing but I'm really not paying it much attention, it's just background noise really. I might even put something else on.

Describe the main problem with your last relationship? He was a compulsive liar.

What’s on your shower curtain? It's just plain glass door.

What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? None of them really.

Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? No.

Do you like turtleneck sweaters/shirts? No. I love the look but they make me itch and sweat so badly, lol.

Do you find hands attractive? Not especially.

Do you think it is silly to give names to vehicles, or other inanimate objects? No.

Do you ever wear a robe? When it's really cold in the winter, yeah.

Is there a hair color/style you really like but don’t think you could pull off? Blonde hair.

Out of all the Disney/Pixar animal “sidekicks”, which one is your favorite? Maximus from Tangled! <--- yes! Or Sven from Frozen.

If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? Nope.

As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? I never played Neopets or anything like that, really.

Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? No, just because I have no idea how to care for them.

What shop/store/brand would you model for, if given the choice? No thanks.

If I search your room will I find birth control? No.

Have you ever witnessed a birth? Only on television.

Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yes, in school.

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? No, we're married.

Which Scooby-Doo character are you most like (Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, Velma, the monster, Scrappy?) I've never watched much Scooby-Doo.

Describe your dream wedding where money is no option. I'm happily married already, I have no real desire to spend loads of money on what is basically just one day.

Do you have a birth mark? Where? Does it look like anything? Yeah, on my chin. It looks like spilled food, lol.

If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? Sunsets, the sea, my family and my animals.

What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? You're asking the wrong person, I've never been interested in religion and I've certainly never believed in any kind of God. What person in the Bible do you most closely identify with? Nobody.

If you were to write a book what would it be about? I have no real desire to write a book.

Who do you admire the most? I don’t really get the concept of admiring people. < Same, I always struggle when faced with this question. Idk…I just don’t care enough about anyone to hold this kind of lasting feeling for them. <--- yep.

Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? I didn’t have any heroes.

If you could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? Poverty.

The last piece of roadkill you saw, what kind of animal was it? A fox I think, or a squirrel.

Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? Yes. I didn't know he was in a relationship at the time, though.

Who/what is the last thing you kicked? The kitten's little furry ball toy thing. List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) I saw my mum on Friday and we spent the day together. All the cats went off their food so we had to find a new brand they'd all eat and that wouldn't give them the shits. I finalised my plans for next weekend when we go to Manchester. I rediscovered my love of Dr Pepper. We finally got round to ordering a new bed.

Do you like The Hunger Games? The books were okay but I wasn't really a fan of the films.

Random fact about the person you love/like? He loves fishing.

What would you do if your ex contacted you? Block the number. How many pets do you want? And of what? We have three cats and a dog which is plenty for us. In an ideal world I'd have a horse but there's no way I could afford it or have the time for it right now, to be honest.

Have you ever asked someone out? Yeah.

Is the last person you kissed a virgin? No.

Who makes you the happiest? My family and my animals.

Has someone smacked your butt in the past week? Yeah.

Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or laying down? Standing up. What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? It's pretty freaky to think about.

What was the last zoo/aquarium you went to? Uh, just the local one. It's pretty crap, really.

What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern? Angela, Reena, and I were discussing the alcohol options we can have tonight when we have our sleepover at my place.

Who is your closest friend of the opposite sex? What’s the best thing about him? Probably Hans. He’s funny and has got great advice for everything.

How did you meet the person you fell hardest for? Online dating.

What was the last alcoholic drink you had? I think it was just white wine.

What did you last take medication for? A headache. What was your favourite thing about the person you fell hardest for? His overall personality.

Are you a strong swimmer? I'm not a bad swimmer but I wouldn't say I was strong. I haven't really swum properly in years, to be honest.

What is your favorite combination of colors? Purple, green, grey and black.

When was the last time you screamed out loud and what were the circumstances? I can't remember.

Can you describe your father in one word? Stubborn.

What’s the first movie you ever recall seeing? Pocahontas or Lion King.

Do you still watch movies intended for children? Of course, all the time.

What was your worst fear as a child? Have you overcame that fear? Bears. And I mean, I'm not exactly going to come across bears in rural England, lol.

What’s your younger sibling’s name? I don't have any siblings.

Have you ever had a churro? Yeah, I love them.

How is/was your chemistry class in high school? I hated chemistry.

What was the first thing you ate today? Peanut butter and banana on toast.

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