#when i literally called her just minutes before to ask her instructions on how to prepare a certain soup for myself and she told me to wait

[ouchhq]

venting :-) sorry

#sh tw !! #i am so tired of my mother #last time i saw my therapist i talked about how she drives me insane but still i feel so guilty for getting mad at her because i know she #has issues and literally can not reason but i get so frustrated and exhausted #she took like 9 days off of work to ‘take care of me’ (her words) after my surgery and i didnt ask her to do one thing all these days excep #help me make food and come up with stuff for me to eat bc of my diet rn and thats all #she has been doing her thing all these days like literally just sleeping on the couch and going out with her friends and going shopping and #only made me food herself once (1) in over a week #and i didnt say anything bc i know i cant say anything to her if i dont want to get her to start screaming but today i couldnt take it #i was painting all morning because i am extremely stressed and anxious to make a fucking portfolio to find some work and idk what they thin #i do in my room all day probably sleep but i dont !! im up until 1:30 am working every day even now despite having just had my jaw cut into #pieces and stitched back together #and she went out to the post office for me for a second and then spent the rest of the morning shopping and came back at 12 and had the #audacity to get mad because i hadnt made any food for myself or for anyone else yet #when i literally called her just minutes before to ask her instructions on how to prepare a certain soup for myself and she told me to wait #because she was gonna do it instead #like ??????? #and when i told her i had been busy working all morning and that the whole point of her being home from work was that she said she was gonn #make stuff for me she started screaming like an insane person that i was accusing her and it wasnt fair and i was mean and rude and that sh #does EVERYTHING for me and im ungrateful #and when i say my stomach sinks to the floor every time i hear her yelling #it is ingrained into my brain #i have nightmares about her tantrums and her yelling #im so tired #and it always ends with me getting the urge to hurt myself and i want to cry but i cant because my face hurts when i cry and i am not #allowed to blow my nose bc of my surgery so im just here. swallowing all of this once again

[archangeldyke-all]

EEEEEEE how bout reader finding Sevika hot whenever she fixes stuff or builds things around the house and quite literally not leaving her alone. Like yes Sevika you hammer the nail 😍. Reader would be STALKING Sevika around the house whenever she’s working.

ppppfft this is so real.

men and minors dni

there's just something about it...

the first time sevika does some kind of housework for you is in the very beginning of your relationship, in the middle of your second date.

you'd had plans to go on a picnic, but the weather and rain had other plans, so you ended up cooking for sevika in your apartment and watching a movie together.

sevika asks if she can snoop while you cook. you grin and give her permission, banning her from the top drawer in your room (hoping that it will make her look, hoping to see the sweet flustered look on her face after getting an eyeful of all your underwear and sex toys)

she doesn't, though-- she finds something else more interesting before she can get to your drawers.

"what's this box?" sevika calls from your room. you sigh.

"my new desk. i've been too lazy to build it, so it's just waiting there." you say.

"huh..." you hear.

it's the last thing you hear from her for thirty minutes.

at first you think she's gone back to snooping. then, you think maybe she went to the bathroom. then, you think she fell asleep in your bed.

when you finally put the food in the oven, you decide to go see what sevika's gotten herself up to.

you almost die when you find her on her hands and knees in your bedroom, building your nearly-complete desk.

she'd taken her sweater off, rolled her button up sleeves up her forearms. her tongue is sticking out of her mouth, her eyes focused on the instructions, and her muscles are flexing as she screws two pieces together.

you must make a noise. you must whimper or gasp or something, because sevika's head flies up a second later to look at you.

"what? did you want it in the living room instead?" she asks. you just blink, gulp, then try to speak.

"uh... this is fine. y-you didn't have to--"

"fuck off, you're cooking, it's the least i can do." sevika says.

(the food ends up getting burnt that night, because you park your ass on your bed and watch sevika finish your desk-- not hearing the oven beep because you were too focused on her arms.)

she figures out your appreciation for her handiness about the same time that you guys start living together-- both of you moving to a new apartment.

you aren't sure what tipped her off-- the time you tripped and broke all the ceramic dishes you were carrying into the apartment when you got distracted gawking at sevika as she fiddled with the garbage disposal in just a wife beater; the time you spent an uninterrupted hour watching her install a towel hangers in the bathroom; ...maybe it was the time you made her fuck you after changing the oil on your car-- her hands leaving streaks of dirt and grime on your body as her tongue worked against your cunt...

either way, she figured it out pretty quick.

and now, she tells you each time she's going to be doing any kind of handy work.

last weekend she built a bookshelf. you were supposed to help, to read the instructions for her, but you were way too distracted ogling her to read.

the second she was done, before she could even place anything on the shelves, you dragged her to the bedroom and got your hands on her.

she teases you about it relentlessly.

"this is doing it for you? really?" she asks from the top of the ladder where she's changing a lightbulb. you giggle and shrug.

"it's a pretty good view of your ass from down here. and it's hot that you're so handy." you say, your hands stabilizing the ladder for her.

"it's a lightbulb, babe."

"just take the win, sevika." you say.

she cackles.

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 14

Who is this talking to Ringo? Press? A boy scruff? Someone who wants their project produced by Apple? He tries George too.

Again, I love the "freak-out" as John calls it. They really could've had so much fun together under different circumstances. (Different being neither of them ever dated John) But John's so sweet saying, "Id like it to be part of her new LP. Our new LP."

I wonder what Robert Fraser thought of the beard.

Why are we playing 20 Flight Rock now, Paul? It's just overlayed over a montage to change "scenes", but I wonder what the real context was.

Billy. What a little ray of sunshine honestly.

"So what should we do that's fun? Besides work?" I feel like every day, John has a little adorable quote, and this is today's. Words to live by.

I don't remember if Get Back includes the "Oh Darling" version where John's answering back between lines in conversation with the lyrics. I sincerely hope so. Peter Jackson was probably like "well I can only include so much homosexuality before people have too many questions."

Ringo, you smooth criminal. I love that he just has this trick he learned as a teenager that the Beatles were all impressed by, back when Ringo was the scary gangster with the car and the beard, and he still does it for them like ten years later. It's so endearing.

Another cute John and Yoko moment: "It's just that screaming all the way." "Poor John." "Yes, it's so terrible." She's teasing him and being sweet to him at the same time. Cuties.

George asks Paul where his Rickenbacker is. "Isn't that one much better?" And Paul makes up some shit about the Hoffner being lighter. You nostalgic little bitch. Poor baby.

John's little guilty look at the camera when he's almost just taken something on film. It's cute. He looks like a naughty kid. But it's kind of a cool moment. It shows just how relaxed and natural he is. He's not performing for or worried about the cameras at all. What we're seeing of him today is just him. You know? Idk I think it's nice.

What's with the little pigeon noises in the middle of a recording, guys? They're so weird smh

Poor Glyn. He's just trying to do his job and he has to deal with fucking Leopold and Leob over here. He gives them some instruction. There's a look between the two of them. And then it's all, "Don't interrupt" "Hey son" "Stahhs when" "Hey" "they're recording. We're bloody Stahhs you know." "Look fuckface. Don't comment." "The cheek." The impenetrable wall of Lennon and McCartney, folks.

"Well, we'll have to do it sitting down. Or we get too excited." It's heartbreaking to me how obvious it is that they're still just having the absolute time of their lives together and that, as John put it, "the minutes are crumbling away."

Literally what the hell is with Dennis smacking Paul's ass (as like a 'good job, your band wants to put your song out as the single' I guess) and nobody reacting? Linda would've been like "ope, time to find a new head of Apple films." (Dave Spinoza on RAM, anyone?) He really does look so proud of himself, though. Happy for you, baby.

Oh, right, that's what Robert thinks. Paul looks like his working class fantasy. (DH Lawrence. Victorian Miner.)

And I'm just going to add this, since Peter Jackson REFUSES. Paul: Can't afford to mess around here, you know. Then

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[libraford]

I don't mean to keep talking about work shit but I'm back in that place where I like what I do and want to continue to do it, but there are parts of it that are starting to wear on me personally.

Work bitching under the cut.

We have a whole new crew this season except for me. And my boss is getting more stressed out because of her bosses, which means that when the new crew has questions it falls to me. Which is fine- the person who trained me was real knowledgeable and I'm decent at coming up with solutions to problems on my own.

The new people think I'm 'very chill.' But the truth is that most of the problems they're fussing over are things that I've encountered before and I know how to solve them or who to call if I can't. Sometimes my solutions aren't perfect and the overhead bosses notice that we had to rig something.

My immediate boss wants perfection. I told her that I can't promise that. She still thinks that I can do that, but I've never been a perfectionist. She will show you every hair out of place, every wrinkle in every collar, every misplaced crop.

Well?

Our subjects are children and children are imperfect. I didn't wash my hair for a year in fifth grade because I had constant earaches and didn't want to get my head wet. Sometimes kids are just funny looking- they make weird faces when you tell them to smile, they bug their eyes out, they don't sit still. Like I'm sorry, parents, that your kid doesn't sit with perfectly placed hands and a natural smile- but that's your goofy kid. Love and cherish their goofy years.

With most kids, I have a few tricks for getting them to fix their shirts and hair, get into the correct pose, and somewhat approaching a natural picture smile. But when you're doing 60 subjects a minute, some of them are not going to be perfect.

Yesterday I had a student who was special needs, did not like to be touched, and had specific wants for her photo. Her mother died last month and she wanted a photo of her holding the locket with her picture in it. Its the cutest photo ever.

They'll see that I went off-book. They'll see that her skirt isn't perfectly pleated. They'll see that she has some stray hairs.

I made an accommodation for this child. I accepted that we weren't going to get it perfect, but we were going to get a photo that her grandparents were going to cherish forever. Its truly an adorable photo. If I waited for perfect, I wasn't gonna get it.

Another kid was having a bad day. She was crying. I had to take her picture while she was crying, which is insult to injury for a kid who is having an internal crisis. We weren't going to get perfect.

I instruct the special needs teachers to send their kids to me because I'm very patient and I know some tricks and I know my equipment and I know how to make some adjustments to make it easier that some of my new photographers might not. I may not get perfect. I hope for happy, I hope for 'looking at the camera.' Its a win if I get both.

When I'm doing yearbook candids, I do fast and good. I have a system that allows me to take a rather high volume of decent photos that I know will look good in a yearbook without interrupting a class to get them. You literally can't get perfect here except on accident. They're kids in their natural environment.

When I'm doing sports candids I aim for volume. I know where to stand to get the best shots. If I take enough pictures, occasionally I get a really good one. But I don't look for perfect. I can't be like 'hey basketball dude, could you twist your hips a little bit to get that flattering curve of your spine?' Not happening.

I learned to work fast because I am being asked to do multiple things within a short time frame, so I learned how to process tasks in an efficient way: learning the typical building layout to minimize my workload and prepare for certain hiccups that happen often.

I mention them to the new people. I tell them that I am good and fast because I have done these things for three years and I am familiar with thinking on my feet. Often, I have to get things done quickly so that I can go help the new photographers who are struggling. If they prefer to go slow and focus on details first, that's fine. I will focus on volume and speed, I will pick up the slack while they are still learning.

I am told that I am going too fast. I need to slow down, focus on details, get things right instead of get them done.

But which would you prefer? That your kid was just a little messy for their photo or that I didn't take their photo at all because we ran out of time? Last season, one of our photographers had an emergency and I had to photograph nearly 800 students by myself.

The boss was shocked that they were good. Glad to hear we were expecting garbage.

Yesterday, while at a job, the boss was there to help one of the new photographers with one of the more complicated tasks. The new photographer felt that she was being pressed to go faster than her standards would allow. I told her afterwards that speed comes with time, there are some things you can't account for, and it wasn't necessary to push her that hard.

Our other new photographer is a 'perfectionist' and she takes so very much time getting every hair and every position and every expression, but she struggles to put up her equipment every time and if there's a problem she shuts down and can't think of a solution.

I have to be able to set up quickly so that I can make sure she has an extra hand to help her with issues. I have to photograph quickly to make sure that if she needs help I'm available.

And her photos are not really that much better. I'm often coaching her on cropping, on posture.

Slow does not equate perfection. Every person I've met that calls themselves a perfectionist is a perfectionist until it comes to the actual job.

She wants me to do class groups. Every time she trains me on class groups, there is some reason that I have to hop onto a solo unit. The first time it was because one of our photographers, another perfectionist, was taking too long and it created a bottleneck. Last time, it was because our other photographer went into labor and the remaining photographer was slower than hell.

So I'm learning that my speed and ease is an asset in these situations, but in situations where speed is not an asset then I should slow down- which experience tells me that if you slow down you're not guaranteed to do better.

Earlier in the week, I was showing one of the new girls how to do a dance backdrop setup. I had her look over my shoulder while I did the white balance and then exposure. I had shown her how to do it on a previous day and this was just reinforcement. Its also something that we do literally on every job, just in a different context- she should understand the concept and I gave her the option to raise any questions.

The boss told me that if I'm training someone how to do something I should show them how to do it, then mess up the settings on purpose for them, and then have them fix it. We were running behind schedule and I had actually been on schedule to leave like two hours prior but chose to stay so that we could work on this project together. I was not intending on training anyone.

She asks me why I don't want to become a trainer.

Its not usually like this. Usually, I can coast a little. But I'm filling the shoes of a couple people that had to sit this season out and now she's busting my chops to be perfect when 'perfect' was never my goal.

I dunno.

Its exhausting.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Don't Hurt Yourself part 4

AN: We have reached the final stop on our train ride of angst. Let’s do it!

Synopsis: After finding out the truth behind Melanie's lies, the unexpected happens and Jack has no one to blame but himself. Will the love that you two have for each other be enough to overcome everything that’s happened?

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Read part 1 part 2 and part 3 first

Thank you to my loves @sinsandsuccubus​ @softtcurse​  @mortirolo​ and @jackharlowsthings​ for helping me 😘🥰

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It was safe to say that after Melanie had orchestrated this elaborate lie in order to break the two of you up, you were just done.

You had always defended her against anyone who spoke bad of her and this is how she repays you?

There were about three more weeks to go before your due date and you had been on strict bedrest ever since the last Melanie incident all while deciding to tell Jack you were leaning towards being legally separated from him since when you mentioned divorce, you thought he was going to have a coronary right then and there.

Not that you should care because this literally was his fault. 

But, you knew that you needed him and knew deep down that you didn’t want to be away from him as much as he had put you through.

He was literally the love of your life and you didn’t want to do without him and really couldn’t see yourself without him ever since the two of you had met.

The fight with Melanie just about ended immediately once Jack had pulled you off of her. You admit that deciding to do that wasn’t the best idea but you had been so frustrated and so angry that you didn’t even think twice. 

It definitely wasn’t your best moment, but she had it coming.

Jack of course was having an entire meltdown and was trying to make you go to the hospital to get checked out to make sure that you and the baby were okay.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

“Get in the car now!”

“I can drive myself, Jackman!”

“You aren’t going to be driving yourself anywhere after what you just did! Newsflash, but YOU’RE PREGNANT!”

“I KNOW BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED, IT WAS YOU WHO KNOCKED ME UP!”

“Get in the car, Y/N!” Jack said as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“No.” You replied as you closed the door that Jack had just opened and you could tell that his patience was wearing thin.

Extremely thin.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask nicely one more time. You literally just scared the shit out of me with what you just did. So can you please get in the car so we can go to the hospital to make sure you and our daughter are okay?”

“Fine, but you’re buying me food after.”

“Not fast food with too much salt because you already have high blood pressure.”

“The only reason I have it is because of dumbass number one and dumbass number two.”

“BABY!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT, JACKMAN!”

“The quicker we do this, the quicker you get your food.”

“And the quicker I go to sleep to get the hell away from everyone and everything.”

You were now in a patient room in the emergency department and shooting daggers at your husband.

“Mrs. Harlow, you need to understand that you have preeclampsia and it’s serious so you need to take being on bedrest seriously. We need to closely monitor you and the baby every few days to make sure we don’t have to deliver her early.”

“Wait, what?” Jack asked and it immediately sent him into overdrive. 

“As long as the baby is in her, she’s going to continue to have high blood pressure and it should resolve once she has it. However, if things start to get a little more complicated, it might be necessary for us to do a c section.”

“But she still has more than two months to go!”

“I know and that is why we need to take this seriously. Strict bedrest and only going to your doctor’s appointments. Understood?”

“Yes.” You muttered but rolled your eyes as soon as she had left the room.

“Everything else looks fine so I’ll get your discharge instructions together. Give me a few minutes.” 

You then looked over at your husband with pleading eyes. 

“You better not ask me for McDonald’s fries because the answer is no.”

—

Jack had taken it upon himself to come over as much as he could when he wasn’t working and if he was, he made sure to give things to Bianca to give to you. He always brought food that was healthy and he made sure that no one was sneaking you anything. He just about killed Urban when he caught him trying to give you a cheesesteak with extra cheese and a large order of fries.

“Jack is this…. Is this a fruit parfait?”

“Yes.”

“I want grease.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“The baby wants it.”

“No.”

“Just a piece of burger?”

“A piece of…. Y/N, cut the shit. No. Final answer.”

“Well at least it’s pretty. That’s about the only thing we got going good right now.”

—

“I thought you said that you had a few more days before you had to leave again?” You asked your husband, trying not to pout but failing miserably. These hormones were something else. Yesterday you cried because Jack put the wrong color socks on your feet.

You wanted pink ones, but Jack put on your lime green ones and it was all she wrote.

You cried for twenty minutes even after he had fixed his mistake. 

“I know, but a few things had to get moved around and there really wasn’t anything I could do about it.”

“Play the ‘my wife is pregnant card’”

“My wife might be pregnant, however, I need to keep a roof over her head. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay.” You answered while sniffling. 

“Shit…. Y/N… are you crying?”

“No.”

“Why are you lying to me when I’m looking right at you?”

“Just hurry up and get here.”

—

“You said that you would be here an hour ago!” You exclaimed through the facetime call. It looked as if Jack was driving.

“I know, I promise I’m on my way now.”

“I’M SO BORED!”

“We can watch a movie when I get there. Go ahead and pick one out now.”

“Harry Potter, final answer. Now are you bringing me food?”

“Yes, I got you soup.”

“Soup? What the? Jack, I want to clog my arteries. Soup is not going to allow me to do that.”

“Keep going at the rate you’re going and you’ll end up with a 95% blockage. I am not getting you anything greasy and don’t ask me again. If you ask Urban, I’ll kill him too.”

“Uh, okay. First off, that was one time.”

“And that’ll be the last.”

—

It was now around 2 in the morning and you hadn't been getting a lot of sleep. For one, you were tired of being pregnant and also you hated to say it but you missed your husband.

You sat up and that literally just about took you ten minutes to do and you noticed that something didn’t feel quite right.

You made a motion to stand up and that was when a gush of liquid immediately hit the floor.

“Oh shit, oh shit, not now! You aren’t supposed to come for another three weeks! Fuck!”

You grabbed your phone and immediately called your husband who groggily answered.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“No, absolutely not! YOUR DAUGHTER DECIDED SHE WANTED TO COME EARLY! MY WATER JUST BROKE!”

“Oh fuck, okay just get dressed and I’m coming.”

And that was when you felt your first contraction.

“Oh my fucking shit, I…. oohhh this hurts so bad.”  You said as tears began to prick your eyes.

“Is anyone there with you?!”

“No, Bianca left a few hours ago when I told her that I would be fine and look what happened!”

“Okay, just breathe. I’m on my way now. Stay on the phone with me. Do you have your hospital bag?”

“Yes.” You went over to the closet and got it off one of the shelves and set it on your bed while you went to find some fresh clothes and to take a shower. You didn’t anticipate her coming any time soon and felt that you might be in labor for a few hours before she decided to make her appearance into the world.

“If I get quiet, I’m just taking a shower, but I won’t hang up, okay?” You told your husband as you began to slip off your clothes that you were wearing and place them in the hamper.

You honestly couldn’t believe that the next time you walked into your front door, you would have your daughter in your arms. 

“Okay, just be careful. I’m ten minutes away.”

“I will.”

Once you had gotten dressed and taken many breaks due to the contractions hitting you like a ton of bricks, you heard the front door open and Jack making his way up the steps.

He saw that you had a pout on your face and immediately asked you what was wrong.

“Y/N, you okay?”

“No. I can’t see my feet to put my shoes on.”

“I got you, mamas.” Jack responded bending down so that he could help you when he heard you let out a groan that immediately startled him.

“Just a contraction.” You responded trying to reassure him. At this point you didn’t know if you were trying to get Jack to calm down or yourself.

“Let’s get you in the car.” Jack said while helping you stand up. You would have lost your balance if it wasn’t for him holding you.

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

However, you were far from okay and it was only a matter of time before everything was happening at once.

“We need to deliver this baby and deliver her now.” You hadn’t even gotten completely settled in your hospital room when your doctor blurted that out at both you and Jack who were now looking absolutely terrified. The only thing that had happened was them taking your vital signs. 

“Wait, what?! My contractions aren’t even that close!” 

“Your high blood pressure. The longer we wait, the longer that it could cause more problems for you and your baby.”

“And she’s early!” Jack exclaimed while beginning to pace on the far side of the room. 

“One thing at a time. Let’s focus on having a safe delivery first. We’re going to give you something to help speed up your contractions in the hopes of us not having to do a c section.”

All you had was a blank look on your face as everything was being explained to you.

“Okay.” You responded as the nurses began to help you into a hospital gown and place an IV in your arm.

The only thing that was on Jack’s mind is the fact that this was his fault.

You weren’t diagnosed with high blood pressure until after the entire blow up with the Melanie situation.

He honestly didn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to either you or the baby.

You had to call him several times to get his attention as the nurses had finally gotten you settled and had left the room.

“Oh um, yes?”

“Are you okay? I think they need to give you something to calm you down too.”

“I just…. I’m fine. I just worry about the both of you. I’ve caused enough problems the entire time you’ve been pregnant and it seems like it’s one thing after another.”

“We’re not focusing on that now. She’s our priority and that’s it. One thing at a time.”

“I can’t lose you. Either of you.”

“And you won't, so stop talking like that.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Come here.” You told him as you moved over on the hospital bed so that he would have enough room to sit next to you.

“Listen to me and do not interrupt. You aren’t going to lose either of us, but if it comes down to it…”

“Y/N!”

“Jackman, stop. If it comes down to it, you better choose her over me.”

“But!”

“No. Promise me. Promise me right now.”

“How can I promise that?! I don’t want to live without my wife!”

“I know, but please, just promise me.” You noticed that Jack’s eyes were beginning to water and you felt bad for laying such a huge thing on him in this moment, but it needed to be said.

“I promise.” You could tell that he definitely hesitated with his answer.

The nurses explained that your blood pressure would be monitored every fifteen minutes to make sure that it wasn’t getting to the point where medicine would need to be given. Jack had called your parents as well as yours even though he was hesitant to do so since they were there and heard about him being unfaithful toward you. He also called Bianca and your sister and was actually surprised that they picked up the phone.

Everyone was now in the waiting room anticipating her arrival.

The contractions were getting closer and you knew it was only a matter of time before you would be able to meet her. As long as no other complications would arise. 

The only person that you actually wanted in the delivery room with you was your husband, simply because you knew if you had brought someone else at the moment that they would be shooting daggers at him the entire time and that was the last thing that you wanted.

“I feel like I have to push, can’t exactly explain why but I do.” You said to the nurse who was checking your vitals and she looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hold on! Don’t push yet!”

She raced out of the room and you assumed that she was trying to find your doctor, but it seemed like your daughter wasn’t waiting on anyone and she was ready to come out now.

“Oh shit.” You felt a weird sensation and simply reached down and felt your daughter’s head and looked at your husband with wide eyes.

“What?!”

“Umm….. I think I can pull her out.”

“What do you even mean?! You haven’t even pushed!”

“I know, but… looks like she was ready to come out.”

“Babe! Just wait.”

“She isn’t waiting for anyone clearly!” You said as you gave one small push to get her other shoulder out and there she was.

You quickly grabbed her and placed her on your chest while Jack was simply looking at you in awe and a little bit of shock.

You heard her first cry and was in amazement that you and Jack could have created something so perfect.

Ten fingers

Ten toes

And a head full of curly hair which resembled her fathers.

Just then your nurse came back into the room to see your daughter now placed on your chest.

“Well, it looks like she said I’m ready and I’m ready now.”

“She’s going to be just like her mother in that sense.”

“Do you have a name yet?”

“Amara Brielle Harlow.”

–

You had just finished feeding Amara and collapsed on the couch face down and groaned.

It had been awhile since you had gotten an adequate amount of sleep and was struggling to stay awake.

After she had been born, Jack had moved back in despite your protests because he told you that there was no way in the world that you would be doing this by yourself. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want him there, it was the fact that you were still hurt. Despite it being pushed in the back of your mind since you had your daughter to focus on, you knew that he was going to be a good father. To come back from what he did and be a good husband? You weren’t sure. 

“Go upstairs and lay down.”

“I will in a minute. As soon as I get enough energy to do so.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before you flipped yourself around and looked at your husband. It had been a little awkward since he moved back in and it was as if you didn’t know how to act around your husband anymore. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I… just… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” You responded and turned your body so that you were facing him.

“Are we… are we really separating?”

“Don’t you think we should?”

“No!”

“Of course you would say that.” You responded and rolled your eyes. 

“Y/N, please. I know what I did almost ruined us but I literally cannot see myself without having you in my life.”

“Where do I even begin to learn how to trust you again? I’m just going to be walking around with high blood pressure all the time because I’m scared my husband is cheating on me again?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Well, I didn’t think that it would happen the first time but it did.”

“I was going to suggest we go to a marriage counselor.” You were quiet for a few seconds before you looked back up at him.

“I don’t see myself being with someone else…”

“But you were… you know… with someone else.”

“I… I know but…”

“Look, I’m going to be honest. I wanted to literally kill you when I had found out what you had done. But, I remember the night when my water broke and when I had been laying down. Before it had broken, I remember almost being in tears because I missed you so much.  I absolutely hated that feeling. I missed the person that you were before I had learned about what you did, we were happy then, at least I was and I thought that you were. And as much as I thought that I could live without you, I can’t and I am so mad at myself for that and mad at you for making that a reality for us.”

“Fuck, I hate this.” Jack muttered while running a hand through his curls.

“Like that feeling is probably never going to go away. The feeling of me being insecure wondering if I’m good enough for my husband.”

“But you are! More than enough!”

“If I was enough, there would have been no reason for you to cheat on me with her.”

“And there’s no excuse for that and I don’t even know why I did it. I know you want an answer, but I just don’t have one for you.”

You simply sighed while shifting on the couch to a more comfortable position.

“If we do this, Jack, my heart can’t take being broken a second time. You need to be all in.”

“I know and I don’t want to break your heart for a second time, the look on your face is something that’s ingrained in my mind and I never want you to look at me that way again. I’m all in, 100%. I’m not losing my wife if I can help it. I have another person to think about now and I want to be the best role model for her. She’s going to grow up seeing what a healthy relationship looks like and she’s going to know that she deserves the same thing. I will literally do everything I can for you to forgive me and build your trust again.”

You simply looked over at him before getting up and moving to sit on his lap.

“I’m willing to do this. You are literally the only person I want and I want her best for us as well as our daughter.”

“One more question then.”

“Go ahead.”

“I got your necklace fixed and I still have your ring….”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Help me put them on.”

If you try this shit again, you gonna lose your wife

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[ohbuckie]

I’m thinking teenage Becca angst where she gets into a minor car accident and hits a pole or something bc it’s winter and slippery and she’s totally fine but the car is totaled but all Bucky hears in her phone call is “hit a pole with my car” and he’s losing it.

OKAY FUCKK (i literally did not even consider proof-reading this so if it's ass. Lol. we all have our moments i guess.)

Bucky sits next to you in bed, wearing just boxers, crew socks, and his charming wire-frame glasses. With soft muscles on display, you're thankful that Becca won't be home from her friend's house until later.

"I'm gonna smoke in a minute, if you wanna come out with me." He offers, and turns to look at you.

You stare at his lips, at his scruffy facial hair that makes him finally look like somebody's dad, and at the tattoos that creep up his neck and behind his ears. You almost forget to respond. "I'm okay tonight."

He nods in understanding and swings his legs over the side of the bed, sifting through drawers to find sweats and a hoodie to protect himself against the chilly winter weather. He takes a preroll from the nightstand drawer and leans over the bed to kiss you carefully before he steps out.

It only takes a couple of minutes before he comes back in, hysterical. He smells like weed, which is to be expected, but you know he couldn't have finished the joint he took with him so quickly.

"Bucky, what's wrong?"

"You have to drive- Rebecca crashed her car, she's-"

"What?" You stand from bed quickly, pulling on the first pair of pants you find, which happen to be Bucky's plaid pajama pants. All of the worst possibilities flood your mind. You start to choke up. "Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's by, um, fuck, she's by the convenience store. Please, you need to drive."

"Bucky, is she fucking okay?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and you forgive him quickly for yelling when his voice cracks and he wipes a tear from his cheek.

You slide on a pair of shoes and hop into the car, following Bucky's navigation instructions and screeching the car to a stop when you spot her car and then her, standing with her arms crossed on the sidewalk, analyzing the wreckage her poor CR-V has been reduced to.

Bucky's already holding her face, inspecting every inch of her, asking her if anything hurts by the time that you get out of the car. You take an extra jacket from your backseat and wrap it around her before Bucky envelopes the both of you in a massive hug.

He sniffles and holds her head against his chest while she cries, too.

"Are you sure nothing hurts? Not your head or your spine or your chest or anything? How fast were you going—did the seatbelt get you?"

"I swear I wasn't speeding or anything, it's just slippery, and I've never driven in the winter before, and-"

"It's okay, Becca, I know. It's alright." He kisses her head and squeezes her tighter. "That's not what I'm asking. I just want you to be okay."

"I'm okay, dad."

You notice Bucky's hand shaking almost violently when he moves it to zip her borrowed jacket, and you know it isn't because it's cold outside. "Can I go sit in the car?" She asks quietly. "I'm so fucking cold."

You nod and kiss her forehead. "Of course you can."

She climbs into the backseat and shuts the door, and you watch her reach into the front to turn up the heat. You turn to Bucky and wrap your arms around his neck. He drops his head and starts crying again almost immediately.

"I know, Bucky, I know. It's okay—she's okay." You rub his back and he quickly starts fully sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not trying to cry-" He tries to breathe deeply but it hardly works. "I just feel like I'm gonna fucking throw up. I'm just always so scared for her and I was so afraid of this happening and I know that it could've been worse, but-"

"It's alright, Buck. We'll handle it. Right? She'll be okay."

He nods and swallows thickly.

After about another hour of reporting her accident, calling a tow truck, waiting for it to arrive, and helping Bucky quit imagining all of the ways in which it could have been detrimentally worse, you end up at the emergency room.

They examine her quickly and give her a Tylenol for the sore bruises on her chest from her seat belt. While Bucky's outside smoking a cigarette and you're waiting for the final results of the x-ray they took of her chest, she tells you that she just wants to go home. You agree.

She practically lays across the backseat when you finally make it to the car.

You arrive back at home almost three hours after you first left, with Becca half asleep in the backseat and Bucky anxiously holding onto the handle on the door. You say goodnight to her downstairs, but Bucky walks up to her room with her, bringing her a glass of water and an ice pack for her swollen—not broken, thankfully, just painful—ankle.

You brush your teeth and resume the position that you took a few hours ago, this time feeling significantly more tired. He joins you soon enough, resting his head on your chest silently, firmly planting a hand on your waist.

"I love you." He whispers against you, kissing your shirt softly. "I'm really glad Becca's okay."

"I am, too." You push your hand down the back of his shirt, rubbing your thumb across the soft skin of his back, mulling over the stress of the night.

He sighs. "I wish I'd finished that joint, though. Probably wouldn't have cried so much."

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[white-weasel]

Ideal Hypothetical Saw Film Reroll episode(s)

(This is something I’ve been thinking about as I’ve watched through the movies and @afoxnamedmulder also formally asked about it so I took that as full permission from him to just start spewing my every thought about these two things together. This post is hyper niche and for literally like 3 people but idec lets gooooo)

So the first thought is if the Film Reroll crew were to ever reroll Saw it would obviously be the first one. It’s the most culturally relevant one and the one that most fits with what I can see the show doing. In the case of rerolling Saw I, ideally the players would not have seen the movie. Like I said, since this is the most culturally significant one this might be hard but I’m gonna go off of both vibes and play style for this one and just hope that it works

For the GM it’s gonna be Paulo. I just feel he could do the cramped space of the bathroom justice and bring in new “challenges”/obstacles to keep things moving.

Playing Lawrence Gordon, and this is gonna sound crazy please bear with me, I think we get Carolyn Faye Kramer. My reasoning for this is that the Lawrence of Saw I is someone who, despite his task being to kill Adam and cut off his foot, does not actually have the ability to do it until the very end when his family is threatened. If we put Jon or Scott here, Gordon is shooting Adam within the first 15 minutes of the movie. Carolyn I feel can play someone very conflicted about the choice and also won’t immediately jump to trusting whatever Jigsaw is saying on the tape. She’s willing to cooperate with her fellow player and only if she’s pushed to take things into her own hands will she start trying to make moves, which I feel is fitting. (Also she’s the only cast member I feel like we can say 100% has never seen these movies lmao lest we forget the infamous Friday the 13th “I know who the killer is” fiasco” happening because she doesn’t like scary movies)

My first choice playing Adam Faulkner-Stanheight would be none other than Joz Vammer themself! I think they could really get the tone of the character down full stop. The mixture of outbursts and jokes, but then also throwing things at the wall to see what sticks in getting them out of there. I feel like Joz also would not accept the zero sum game presented by Jigsaw and would work to find a way for both Adam and Lawrence to get out together, which is really what you need for this movie. In my heart I feel like Joz has seen the movie, but for this scenario I would hope not because…

The twist in this reroll would be there has been a 3rd PC the whole time: Zep Hindle. I would LOVE for Tim to play Zep. He could 100% play this quiet, envious guy given instructions to carry out his part of the game. My imagining for this would be he and Paulo had a session before the main game that was all about how Zep handled the set up stuff with Alison and Diana.

And then I’m envisioning the bathroom game sessions are happening on a Zoom call or the like, and Tim is sitting with Paulo in his apartment, letting him know what Zep is doing if/when phone calls to the outside world are happening and stuff. Also Paulo could totally call for “breaks” in recording where he’s actually conferring and rolling with Tim on what Zep is doing. The knowledge Zep gets is basically the equivalent of him getting to know stuff because of the camera set up in the movie. This would probably be a logistical nightmare to actually record, but I like to think that the payoff would be awesome. Like it gets revealed there was a secret third player in the episode, Joz and Carolyn are shocked, and then the edit goes back in time to show key tidbits of Tim’s turns and such. They could even release the full audio of it then on Patreon lol

The reveal at Zep being a PC rather than an NPC also kinda parallels/coincides with him not actually being Jigsaw from the original movie too. He’s not the one actually making things happen, he’s all a pawn in the game as well

HOWEVER I also had the thought - if the crew does Saw they don’t HAVE to do the first one. They didn’t do the first Friday the 13th and hell, their first episode is literally Back to the Future 2, not the first movie. If the crew just wanted to do a Saw episode to focus on the trap aspect when they’re playing, I think they could play as the Fatal 5 from Saw V (blatant Saw V bias showing here, don’t look at me, but also I genuinely think this is the group game most conducive to being rerolled). It’s also very likely that none of them have seen Saw V, so the “twist” with the traps being all survivable wouldn’t be known to them

It was between Saw V and Saw II because those are the two group games where all of the participants are free to work together and it’s not reliant on one person. I like Saw V better because I feel it can be self contained more than II. With II you have to deal with the fact Amanda is in on all of it and idk I feel like that just doesn’t work as well for a ttrpg setting. Casting for this one is a lot more vibes based and I have less concrete answers, so I’m open to suggestions

GM - Paulo once again. King of making this all work

Ashley Kazon - Carolyn (don’t know too much about Ashley but I want Carolyn in this movie and feel she could work this)

Charles Salomon - Scott (he could do it. He could bring the smarmy vibes and even though he wouldn’t know the line “I’m an Investigative Journalist for 👆The Herald👆” he would know it in spirit)

Luba Gibbs - Jon (first of all, we don’t get Jon to play women enough on this show. I love him playing Annabelle in Jumanji. Secondly, I think he can play Luba’s cut throat nature well. However I also wouldn’t mind Lisa in this role. I think she could play it well also)

Mallick Scott - Andy (he might be a bit too sedate for this, but also he’s the one I trust the most to play into the inevitable guilt complex that would be put on his sheet so)

Brit Stevenson - Kara (she could 100% do corporate woman who cares only for her own survival until she realizes that she doesn’t HAVE to care only for her own survival. I believe in her)

No twist in how the gameplay happens here, the only fun thing would be to see if the cast would be able to figure out Jigsaw’s message in that they can all actually work together to get through the traps.

FINALLY the most self indulgent thing and the thing they would never actually do because it technically wouldn’t be the movie itself is they would give us an apprentice campaign with the mainline apprentices working together before the start of Saw III/Saw IV, each of them with their own specific, secret objectives they’re hoping to achieve:

GM/John Kramer would be Paulo

Amanda would be Joz (Fairly self explanatory I feel. They have the range to play her. They would GET her)

Lawrence would be Andy (I feel Andy could pull off apprentice Lawrence. Lawrence strikes me as someone in the shadows during his apprentice work, biding his time, and I can see Andy bringing that sort of thing to Lawrence. At the same time there’s some room to develop apprentice Lawrence’s motivations and character so I would be interested in seeing what he’d do for him)

Hoffman would be Scott (Hoffman was the hardest for me to pin down in this line up but I think I like Scott as my pick for now. Open to more thoughts about this one though.)

In every scenario there would be will rolls up the wazoo. I feel like will stats in this would be fairly normal, it would just be the penalties that would make the rolls hard. So I like to imagine that cutting your own foot off is probably a -5 penalty or something, but if you’re in immediate, imminent danger or you have credible reason to think your family is in danger you’d get some bonuses back to make it a less tricky roll. Also numerous fright checks would also be on the table I’m sure, as well as senses of duty or different traits people will have to resist. I think building the character sheets for this would be fun, though it would be interesting to see how it would get balanced out by Paulo when actually playing

#can you tell I’ve thought about this question before? lmao #film reroll #saw franchise #(not gonna use all the saw tags since this is more film reroll related but also. still gotta tag it) #I’ll read back through for grammar and typos later hopefully there’s nothing too glaring in this #white weasel talks #long post

[ghostoffuturespast]

@reilleclan-blog since you asked...

I try not to make my VP process a secret, there's literally nothing to hide, all the tools I use already come with the game, I utilize techniques anyone can learn, I don't do any fancy post-editing (other than rotating), and I think VP should be accessible for everyone.

I took these shots at "Star Lake", which is technically an out of bounds asset - you drive over this thing in the Star Ending of the game in the tank with Panam, so it requires some cheese in order to get to this location. I got inspired by a couple other bloggers here with their trips down to "Langley" (@arachnophobic-larantula & @mynonsenseistingling) and decided to go on a road trip myself. I spent about five hours exploring out of bounds and went all the way from the SoCal Border Checkpoint up to the Oil Fields. (I'll post my tourist photos another time. Technically, I'm still stuck behind the fence at the oil fields, but I'll figure it out later.)

If you need some detailed instructions on how to cross the border in vanilla versions of the game and get to Langley (and yes, you do need the fortified ankle cyberware, double jump will not cut it), this video is helpful:

If you're trying to get to Star Lake, once you cross the border follow the road south and when you get to the intersection head east. If you roughly follow the curve of the border wall and the ridge that splits thae map between in bounds and out of bounds, you should bump into it.

It was dark when I got to the lake, so the lighting actually wasn't optimal but I stopped because the ground was shiny. It took me a minute to figure out what the heck I was looking at, but funny thing about this lake is that it's just a reflective texture suspended over the lake bed, it's not even water. You can drive and walk through it.

Once I realized the lake was just texture, I walked in, popped open the camera, and started swinging the thing around and playing around with all the effect settings and the poses just to see what I could get. And that's the process for all my VP. I mainly rely on whatever lighting I can find, intersting locations, angles, and juxtaposition, because those are the techniques you have the most leeway with on console and in vanilla photomode.

Anyway, the shot on the left was one of the first pics I took at this location. With how dark the water is and the limited amount of light, I realized that a shilouette style photo was only gonna work at a distance. But I wanted to see what else I could get, so I went the opposite direction of what I thought I wanted. I turned V around so her back was facing the moon towards the light, pretty much maxed out the exposure and brightness settings, bumped up the contrast a smidge, cycled through the poses (Night City Strut is always a favorite), put the field of view down to 15, rotated the camera angle 90 degrees, adjusted my camera to frame the shot how I wanted. Boom. Photo on the right.

P.S. If you do venture out of bounds, make a save file from before you cross the broder (do not overwrite it just in case you need an easy exit out) and save often and keep multiple save files while you are out there. You will die and you will get stuck and there is no fast travel. Also, make sure you have a decent amount of eddies on hand, insurance kept charging me everytime I called a vehicle. Fucking rat bastards...

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[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: 4

Helen banishes Steve into his room.

“We should check on the others.” You say, you need something else to focus on so you don’t panic spiral over Steve. “Nat lives with Clint and Pepper lives with Tony.”

“Go. You’ve been maskless in here and you’re not showing any symptoms. Shower and go.” Helen says and you nod. You don’t look at Steve, if you do you’ll break.

You move out of the med bay and into the showers where you take a quick shower, cry a little and then head out to check on the rest of your friends.

You knock on Nat’s door, when she doesn’t answer you let yourself in.

“Natalia?!”

“She’s not here Nox. They had a call for help an hour ago.” FRIDAY informs you.

“Who went?”

“Carol, Kamala, Natasha and Wanda.”

“Where is Pepper?”

“Stark office.”

“Tell her I’m on my way.”

“Of course.” You hurry to the elevator and make your way upstairs, it’s not long before you’re up on the level of Pepper’s office. She greets you at the door.

“Tony?” She asks, her face pale and anxious.

“He’s okay, his temperature is down but he’s still unconscious and not because of me. I came to check on you. How are you feeling?”

“Fine but Happy isn’t here, I was about to send Peter over to check on him.”

“Not a bad idea. Tell Peter to keep his mask on, it has filtration right?”

“It does.”

“Tell him it stays on.”

“I will.” She promises her phone in her hands, “you’ll keep me updated on Tony?”

“Of course. Let me know about Happy.”

“Why don’t you stay? It’ll only be a couple of minutes. They live in the same building now. With May gone Tony made sure that Peter had somewhere safe and Happy volunteered to keep an eye on him.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“I know, Happy will never admit it but he’s got a real soft spot for that kid.” Pepper says as she calls Peter, when he answers her worried gaze meets yours.

“Peter? Are you alright?” She says then pulls the phone away from her ear with wide eyes. She puts the phone on speaker and you’re greeted with hacking coughs.

“Ms. Pepper? I don’t,” he coughs a few more times, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Peter where are you?” You ask your worried gaze meets Pepper’s.

“Nox?”

“Yea Spider. Where are you?”

“Home.”

“I’m on my way.” You don’t wait. You sprint downstairs and to the garage.

“FIRDAY, get me directions to Peter.” You say tugging your helmet on. Tony had made the display screen like his, with the ability to show you the fastest route, warn you about any hazards and communicate with the team.”

“Directions uploaded.” She says as you tear out of the garage and up a ramp that leads to the road.

“Order me a car to follow me.” You don’t know how else to get Peter back to the tower but you’ll be able to get to him faster on your bike. “Also tell Helen where I’m going.”

“Okay Nox.” FRIDAY says as you tear through the streets. At one point you’re up on the sidewalk because of abandoned cars. What the fuck is going on? It literally looks like the apocalypse.

At one point a woman yells, “Avenger!” And you screech to a stop. You’re four blocks away from where Peter is but you can’t just ignore a civilian.

“How can I help?” You ask the woman not removing your helmet.

“What is going on! All these people are sick! The hospitals are overrun and we haven’t even heard from any of you!” She yells and you realize that she just wants someone to yell at.

“We’re doing our best to figure it out.”

“Where’s Ironman!”

“Working. He’s working.”

“So he’s not infected?” She asks and you suddenly get a bad feeling.

“FRIDAY,” you whisper.

“Running facial recognition.” She says as the woman snaps,

“What?“

“We should have more information Friday.” You lie, “I have to go.”

“No.” She reaches for your arm but you knock it away and gun it away from her.

“FRIDAY who was she?” You ask as you watch the woman stalk down the street and out of your review mirror.

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I’m still looking but what I’m coming up with doesn’t make sense.”

“Tell me.” You instruct as you pull up to Peter and Happy’s building.

“It was the face of a woman who is not where that woman was.”

“Explain.” You say as you punch in the code for Peter’s building, it had shown up on the screen of your helmet when you’d looked at the keypad.

“That face belongs to a woman named Everly Winston. But when I track Ms. Winston she’s exactly where she should be. At work.”

“What does she do for a living?”

“Paralegal.”

“No siblings? Like a twin?” You ask punching the button for the elevator. Happy lives on the 40th floor and Peter is on the 37th so you won’t be walking up the stairs.

“No, I am 100% certain that is the face of Everly Winston but that it was not Everly Winston.” She informs you as the elevator slides open and you get in punching the button for Peter’s floor.

“What the hell?”

“Indeed.” FRIDAY agrees as you take the elevator up. You hurry to Peter’s door and pound on it. You hear him coughing and pull out your lock picking kit, something you’ve always carried due to constantly locking yourself out of your apartment. After a couple seconds you’re into his apartment and Peter is on the floor coughing, his whole body shaking with the effort.

“Nox? Get out. You’ll,” he has to stop talking to cough, “you’ll get sick.”

“No I won’t. Go to sleep Pete.” You tell him softly cupping his face and he doesn’t fight it just sinks into sleep. You heft him onto your back and head back out of the apartment.

“FRIDAY, tell Helen and Pepper I have Peter and will be checking on Happy as soon as I get Peter into the car.”

“I’m sending some bots to help with Happy.” He is quite a bit bigger than you so this is a good idea.

“Do it.” You agree as the doors slide open to the elevator. To your horror there’s an older woman already on the elevator. You get on, Peter over your shoulders and she doesn’t even bat an eye.

You get him downstairs as the car is rolling up, you open the passenger side and shove him in before buckling him and shutting the door.

“FRIDAY where are my bots?”

“Incoming. You have a message from Steve.”

“Don’t-“

“Hey Doll, I’m fine. I’m feeling fine.” His rich voice fills your helmet before you can stop it, “I just wanted to check on you. FRIDAY updated me on your weird encounter. I think the woman was wearing one of those masks that Nat used when we took down Pierce. There’s a glitch in the video just before you push her hand away, by her chin, that means she might be Hydra and might have changed her face. Be careful. I love you.” You let out a soft breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“FRIDAY, keep your head on a swivel.” You tell her,

“On it.” You know she’s scanning your area for any danger now. You move back into the apartment building and after locking Peter’s door you head for Happy. He’s in bed, barely conscious so with a gentle touch you put him to sleep too. The bots take him out gently and you lock the door behind you. He goes into the back seat of the SUV and you lead it through the streets on your bike.

“FRIDAY, connect me with the lab.” You say, as you get closer to the tower.

“You’re connected.”

“I have Peter and Happy. We’re on our way back.”

“Good. What’s it like out there?”

“Apocalyptic. Cars are abandoned, hardly anyone is out, it’s weird.”

“So others are sick?”

“It seems so. At least according to that shady woman.”

“Shit.” Helen says and you hum in agreement. Shit is absolutely right.

“We should be there in less than five minutes. I have the SUV following me, but it looks like it’s just plowing through any vehicles in the way.” You tell her watching the SUV crash another car out of the way in one of your rear view mirrors. “Oh, yea that’s what it’s doing.” Helen laughs and you know it’s not that funny but it’s nice to hear a little bit of joy.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but that was so funny.” She says and a smile pulls at your lips. “How long until you’re here?”

“We’re three blocks out.”

“We’ll be ready for you.” You don’t know where you’re even going to put these two. Maybe you can move some of the more stable guys into a quarantine room? But that’s the problem, are any of them actually stable?

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Part 4 of Hell Diver!!!!!

[I promise the other requests are coming soon too but this story just comes so much more easy to me and I honestly needed a bit of an easy fix to get back into writing after volume 2 lol]

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no explicit warnings. swearing. mention of shitty friends and strict parents

Chapter 4: Hamster Wheels

The rest of the day had gone by insanely slow. Most days had already felt like they took an eternity, but that Monday… was some cruel joke from the universe. The minutes just would not pass while the hours took on forever to finish. People around you were suffocating you. Not in the literal sense. Just in the "could everyone please shut up for a second so I can finally hear myself think!" insanity. Since lunch hour, all you wanted was to be alone, which was almost impossible in high school. And the feeling of guilt over what you had done to Eddie didn't make any of it any better. 

Once that final bell rang, you stormed out of the classroom, speeding towards your locker to grab your jacket. If you were quick enough, you could get it and get the hell out of there before any of your friends caught on to you. 

'Hey.' Well, it was nice to dream. You were, of course, too slow. Mary walked up behind you. Her smile was broad in the type of menacing way. 'We were gonna go get some milkshakes. Wanna come?' 

'Uhm, no, I can't. ' Usually, you would never have even let the thought be put up for consideration. How could you say no to a milkshake that would most likely be paid for by some cute guy ha! But now, a place where all those people would be was the last place you wanted to step a foot in. 

Mary raised a brow, hearing your unexpected answer. 'Oh. Got plans then?' 

'Yeah, I got to study for the chem test.' 

'That's not until next week, though.' Why couldn't she just let it go? 

'I know, but I really need to nail this one or my mom will kill me, so I'd rather start early.' That must have done the trick, for Mary's whole demeanour relaxed. All your friends knew how overbearing your mother could get. She was that kind of tough love kind of parent, who really just wanted the best for you… even if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind for yourself. 

That was why you had had to lie to her about why you had come back home so much later than agreed last weekend. For all your mother knew, you were at Stacey's for study club–  it's what all of you had decided to use as a cohesive ruse in case your parents started asking questions among each other. If anyone needed an excuse or an alibi, study club is where it's at. You had never really found a use for it before, never having been much of a party person nor had a lot of guys asking you out, which your parents didn't approve of, but Eddie… 

Well, you didn't have to think much about that. No matter how you would put it, there was no way that your parents would let you within a ten-foot vicinity of the guy. He was what they called a "degenerate". Those you had clear instructions to stay away from. And Hellfire… well, let's not even bother. 

'Have fun then,' Mary said with the last twinge of a smile before walking away in search of her boyfriend's arm to hang onto. The second she was out of earshot, you let out a deep sigh and closed your locker again, letting your head fall forward and lean against it. The cool of the metal was pleasant to the touch, heavily contrasting the actual texture of the door as it had bumps and the edges in the slits were sharp, pushing into your forehead. 

You bumped at it again, then again, but quickly stopped, feeling someone's eyes on you. 

And when you turned around, they were hard to miss. The pair of puppy brown eyes, glancing at you from across the corridor. Eddie saw you as he walked out of the building. Had he been walking by, and you hadn't even noticed? Did he hear you talk to Mary again? Well, at least you hadn't been talking about him this time. There was nothing to worsen the situation anymore. 

As you made your way outside, you wondered if you would ever get the chance to talk to him. Would he ever let you come over to his trailer again to talk about D&D? Would he still let you join the campaigns? Hellfire? 

You hoped so. 

By the time you reached your bike, you could see a cloud of dust practically trail behind the same van you had seen at his trailer. It drove off at high speed. If only you could get out of there so quickly… but the wheels on a bike still went waster than just your feet. Sure, you would have preferred to take your dad's car again, but you only got the keys for that on the weekends.

The road to the town library was a relatively simple one. It mainly was following the road leading out of the parking lot of the school, down Main and taking the third crossing to the left until you were greeted with the sight of the large and old building. Even if it had only taken you about fifteen minutes to get there, the scorching sun above you made sure you felt the energy be sucked out of you from the exercise. With deep breaths, you locked your bike again and walked up the small steps to the entrance. 

Inside, the air was colder but not cold in any way. Even worse, it was stuffy, with no proper ventilation anywhere. You could practically smell the dust of the old books that no one had bothered to borrow in the past few decades. 

You walked past the front desk, giving Doris a kind smile as you passed her workstation, as you knew exactly where you wanted to go. 

For years already, the library had become somewhat of a sanctuary for you. A safe haven. Not from anything in particular. Probably just "life" in general. Whenever people started to feel like a bit too much, and you just wanted to get away, you would come here, grab the first book that sparked some kind of interest, sit in a corner, and read until it was time to get back home again. That is kind of how you found your love for all things fantasy. It was the purest way of escapism. 

You walked straight ahead, through the aisles and aisles of books, to the section you had basically devoured already. Today, you weren't in the mood to search for something new. You needed something familiar that you could grab and go and get sucked into all over again. And you knew exactly where it would be. 

Where it should have been. 

'What?' you said to yourself as you mentally went down the alphabet repeatedly. M… N…O…P. It should have been there, that orange-yellow, almost gold, cover. It practically jumped out of the shelf, and yet… it was nowhere to be seen now. 

You had almost given up the search when you noticed the familiar colour in a gap between books. Lying on its side, the spine called to you from the other side of the shelf, its neighbouring aisle. You had no idea what it would be doing there, but it didn't matter. It was there, and you could easily reach it. 

With your hand already stretching out to it, your heart pumping with excitement to have managed to find the book, you almost scared yourself to death when suddenly you saw something else between that gap of books. The back of the head, looking at the books across, and locks of dark curly hair. 

With a shriek, you pulled your hand away. It couldn't have been that loud, but in a quiet and almost empty library, there was no way he hadn't heard you, and you could just about see him turn in your direction before you knelt down. Keeping your head down, you walked as quietly as possible out of the aisle, hoping to get far away from that library section. Why was this happening right now? Why was Eddie Munson the only other person there with you? While all you wanted was just some peace. 

Not that he wouldn't give it to you; he wasn't the problem. You knew you were. Your mind had already started spinning at the idea of "Eddie". Should you go up and talk to him? Or maybe better ignore him completely? The guilt from school, the same guilt and gnawing feeling in your stomach you had been trying to escape, was coming back even stronger. What was he doing there? Would he just take some books and leave, or was he planning on staying longer, like you? And in that case, could you let yourself stat as well? Maybe this had all been a giant mistake, and you should just go home, but no, this was your idea first. Even if you had no idea when Eddie decided to visit the library, you knew for sure you were the first to come up with that idea. 

Yeah, you were spiralling, and it had taken less than a minute. 

You had, however, made it over all the way to a different part of the building. The letters on the covers of the book had become all blurry in your head, the language not processing what the words were actually saying to you anymore. A feeling in your gut, or perhaps the vast acoustics in the room, told you someone was approaching, so you pulled out the closest book to you, trying to read the back cover of it as Eddie Munson turned the corner. 

'y/n?' He seemed genuinely surprised to see you when you turned to look at him. 'I thought I saw you back there.' He smiled, making you remember to smile as well; your whole body had really started to feel miles away. You blinked slowly, before pushing out a smile and a sheepish laugh. 

'Where?' You played dumb, and thankfully, Eddie went along with it. 

'The fantasy section.' He cocked his head back in the direction of the bookshelves you had just escaped from. 

'Uhm, no, I think you must have been mistaken. I've been here the whole time.' You went back to pretend-read your book. Eddie, still enjoying this little play you were putting up, took a step closer, letting his arm lean on the shelf. 

'Are you sure? Because I could have sworn, I heard you.'

'Oh yeah? What did I say?' You had no idea where this cheekiness was coming from, as it really was not you, but Eddie was bringing out plenty of new sides to you. 

'It wasn't so much words more like a–' he copied your little shriek, 'It kind of sounded like a hamster, if I have to be completely honest.'

'I do not–' you cut yourself off quickly, 'I do not think hamsters are allowed in here.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, so then it must have been something else, shouldn't it?' He was coming closer and closer, his smile only getting bigger while your heart only started beating harder and louder. Eddie must have heard it by then. 

'Well, I've just been here the whole time, so–' 

'So you've said,' he chuckled, 'And I'm sure… The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money' he peeked at the title of the book you were holding, and so did you, realising you had ended up in the Economics section of the library. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you looked back at Eddie as he continued: '-is a fascinating read, but I really think I had seen you back there.' 

'What makes you so sure it was me?' 

'I suppose it is a bit of a far stretch.' He was now entirely leaning on the bookshelf. 'I mean… we are the only people in here, so the chances of it having been you are… pretty small.' 

'Ha ha,' you rolled your eyes, putting the General Theory back in its place. 'You still have no proof, Munson.'

'I guess I don't. See you later then.' He let his weight fall back on his feet as he straightened up, tapping the book he had been holding on the shelf before turning around. The bright yellow cover made your jaw tighten. 

'Mhm, see ya.' You let yourself roam the Economics section once more, just waiting for him to walk away… with your book. 

You waited a few seconds, but he didn't seem to be going away any time soon. He stood there, a few feet away, arms crossed with a big amused smile. So, you looked back at him, getting a bit annoyed now– you weren't even annoyed at him, just at everything in general. But you pushed it back when you gently asked: 'Can I help you with something?' 

'No, no,' he shook his head, 'I'm good thanks. Was just wondering when you would ask.' 

'Ask what?' 

'For the book.' He showed it to you again, almost taunting you with it. 

'Why-' 

'Here,' he put it down on a shelf near him and started walking backwards. 'It's good. I'm sure you'll like it.' 

'I know.' you reached out for it, unable to hide the smile from seeing one of your favourite books. 'Uh- but, thanks.'  

'Don't mention it.' And with that, he disappeared into another aisle. You looked at the cover of the book, being greeted with the image that in itself had already brought so much comfort to you. As you walked between the shelves to your usual sitting spot, you let the pages slip through your fingers. It was a bit unconventional for a public indoor space, as you didn't go for one of the designated reading spots or one of the large desks in the middle of the room where people usually did their reading. 

You liked to sit down in one of the corners of the library, around the biography section, where the books could quite literally embrace you from all sides. There was a window right above you, too, so the natural light was better than the artificial yellow glow from the old lamps. You sat down on the ground and started reading. 

 In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part…

You read about ten pages, but quickly realised you had barely comprehended anything that was happening on the pages. The words flew into your mind and immediately left as soon as your eyes moved on to the next. If it weren't for the fact that you had already read the book a few times in the past year, you would have no idea what was happening. 

The thought of Eddie Munson having picked out the same book you had wanted to read was occupying your whole being. And the fact he had just given it to you… it made you feel even worse about everything that had happened at school. 

You couldn't just sit there and read, so you got up and started looking in the hopes he hadn't left yet. 

You went through every aisle, turning each corner, hoping you would see him standing in all his Eddie Munson glory that you had slowly started to miss whenever he wasn't around. 

Eventually, you found him at one of the large oak tables. A whole pile of books next to him, as he was scribbling away in a notebook and only looked up from it when you were standing in front of him. 

'Hey,' you said, waving, for some reason. 

'Hi.' he said, a bit unsure, not knowing what you had come for. He glanced down from your face to see you holding the book close to your chest. 'Done already?'

'Oh, no, couldn't really get into it today.'

'That's a shame.' Eddie looked down to scribble down some more words onto the paper. 'Do you want to–' he pointed at the chair opposite of him. 

'No, I uhm, I just– wanted to apologise.' You held the book tighter for a bit of support as it let you focus on something besides Eddie's piercing gaze on you. The way he had his head, slightly crooked, in curiosity for your next words, made a warm and fuzzy feeling grow in your stomach. 'Since I'm sure you had heard what I had said at school, and that was really a shit thing of me to do.' 

'You have nothing to apologise for, y/n. Heavy is the head that wears the popularity crown.'

'I'm not popular,' you scoffed, 'but that's not the point. I don't want you to think that I'm like, ashamed, or something, to be seen with you. You're a really cool guy. But people are so cruel and well, we are not exactly the types to usually be seen together, and then that is just fuel for others to be nasty, to either of us.' 

'We are in two separate worlds, and you're scared that if we spend too much time together, those worlds will collide and will end in a giant disaster?' 

'Sorta… yeah.' He had phrased it so much better than what you had managed to come up with while you had been searching for him. 

'I get it. And I'm not mad, either way,' he said, closing his notebook. 'I get how it is; school sucks, and for what it's worth… I'm scared of my friends seeing me around you too.' 

'What?' your heart dipped a few inches down to your gut. 

'Yeah, what will they think when I start ditching them to hang out with the prettiest girl in school.' 

A warm feeling crept up on your face, and you suddenly couldn't look directly at him. But your peripheral vision still let you enjoy the glimpse of his smirk at you, trying to process the compliment. Then, you needed to change the subject, so you looked at the books he had stacked up on the table. Most of them you recognised to be different Dungeons and Dragons manuals, giving you an idea of what he had come to the library for, but you still asked: 'What are you doing?'

'That is highly confidential and secret information, my dearest y/n, so I unfortunately can not tell you.' 

'You're working on the next campaign?' The campaign he had told you to join. The excitement started bubbling up inside you. 

'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you,' he whispered the words, already looking around himself as if the walls had ears. You doubted anyone in town would care what he had been up to and what he had written in his notebook, and perhaps you wouldn't even have cared if he hadn't made it so enticing to know. 

'C'mon, there must be something you can tell me?' 

'As the Dungeon Master, I have taken an oath to protect and keep the secrets of the world, and there is nothing you can do sway me to your dark side.' 

'Nothing?' you quizzed, giggling at his antics. 

'Nothing,' his dark eyes were so serious, yet you could tell he was having the time of his life right there. More thoughts interrupted your moment, that you quickly pushed aside. Flirting would not be the right direction for this. If it had been some guy offering you a milkshake, you would have gone for it, but you and Eddie seemed to be really hitting it off. Even after these very few interactions you've had with him, you could tell that a great friendship could come out of this, so there was no need to go and ruin this now just for a silly joke about the campaign.  

Maybe, not even that deep down, you did want to walk across to him and pull him by the collar and kiss him, but those thoughts were quickly stomped down. He was a nice and good-looking guy. Obviously, you felt a slight urge to do it. But, it didn't mean anything. 

'Ok, fine, I give up.' You put a hand up in defeat, 'I'll just have to wait like everyone else.' 

'That you must,' he would have said something else, but he was suddenly caught off by a deafening thunder rumbling outside. You could immediately see yourself having to cycle back home in that storm. Where had it even come from? It had been a perfectly sunny day when you arrived at the library, but when you looked out from the windows, the sky was dark grey, and the rain was hitting the glass hard.

'Shit.' Was all you said in reaction to the thunder. 

'What's wrong?' Eddie asked, looking up at you as you still had not sat down.

'Nothing, I'm just gonna have to cycle back home in that.' The once silent library had been entirely taken over by the rain pounding on the outside. 

'I'll drive you,' he got up, grabbing his notebook. 

'What?' 

'Most people reply with a thank you,' he quipped, 'but you can put your bike in the back of my van, and I'll drive you home.' 

'Why?' Your responses weren't getting any better, much to Eddie's amusement. 

'Let's say it's an investment. By driving you home, I'll make sure you don't catch pneumonia or some shit and won't be then eaten alive by endless guilt.' 

'I wasn't really planning on going back home yet,' you admitted, and you could have sworn Eddie's shoulders slumped lightly. 'But can I maybe join you here, for now?' 

'Go right ahead.' And you took the seat opposite him, opening up your book again as Eddie returned to work. Every few pages, you would look up and see him work, flipping through the books around him, tapping his pencil on any surface in a random beat. At one moment, he looked up at you as you had been at him, thinking you were bothered by the drumming. 

'Sorry,' he smiled, stopping subtly.

'No, you're good.' You told him, giving him a smile before going back to your own book. It was very pleasant, the two of you being together yet not. Joined at the table but separated by your own doings. He had his campaign; you had your book. 

At some point, you got so into your book that everything else slightly faded away, and you were only brought back to the real world when ring-covered fingers tapped the top of the book spine. You looked up and met Eddie's eyes, as he leaned over the table to reach for the cover. 

'What's up?' 

'Just checking in,' he shrugged. 'Just let me know when you want to go home, yeah?' 

'Mhm,' you nodded, 'but if you want to go now, that's fine. You don't have to wait up on me; I can just cycle home later.' 

'That is pretty selfish of you, y/n– since you know how guilt-ridden I will be if anything happens to you–  just to go and suggest that.'

You had no response to that, and so you continued your ventures on parallel sides of the table until the sun was starting to set once again, making the skies even darker than they were to begin with. The librarian walked up to you to announce that the place would be closing soon. 

'If you're not planning on checking anything out, be a dear and put them back,' she told Eddie with a kind smile, to which he saluted. Almost a second after the woman left again, he was up on his feet, collecting the books in his arms. You were about to reach for his notebook to help him out, but he grabbed it quickly, taking it between his teeth, letting the pages flap about as he walked. 

'I can help,' you told him, seeing how heavy the books seemed. 

'Thank you, milady, but I shall go on this quest on my own.' None of the comedies you had watched in the cinema matched up to the comedic timing of Eddie having said that and almost immediately falling over by stumbling into the chair he had been sitting on previously. 

'Are you ok?' You asked apprehensively as he regained his balance. With the notebook still in his mouth, Eddie's response only came out as a disgruntled muffled sound, but he seemed to be doing fine. 

You hadn't finished reading your book, but it wasn't your plan anyway. You had just needed to escape for a little bit, so that had been accomplished… whether it was the actual act of reading of your companion in it… 

Eddie put all of his books back, one by one, so you did so as well with yours. Obviously, you were done much quicker so you came back around into the aisle in which he was standing, and without a moment for protest, grabbed the top books in his arms. 

'This shall be no solo quest, today, my good sire.' That was enough from you to leave him speechless. With a chuckle, he let you take the books; noticeably, they were all lighter than the ones that remained in his arms, but still. Somehow, it had become a bit of a competition to see which one of you would be done first. You only had one final book left to place, but it was on one of the highest shelves, just a bit out of your reach. 

'Wait,' before you could ask what was going on, Eddie grabbed you and pulled you up just high enough for you to reach the shelf you needed. It had been a surprise, so the squeak sound that you had made earlier, which Eddie lovingly commented on its similarity to a rodent speech, came back up. 

'Did you hear that?' Eddie said, putting you back on the ground. 'I think the hamster came back.' 

'Hamster or not, I won.' 

'Only because I let you.' He smirked, and you became very aware of your proximity to him. With your back against the bookshelves, you had nowhere to back away, and Eddie was so close that your chest was nearly touching his. 

'Now, why would you do that?'  You asked softly. There was no need to whisper. The library was soon closing, and you were the only ones still there. Not to mention, you hadn't exactly been quiet before either. But this situation called for soft, intimate tones. 

'I'm not sure… maybe it's because I like your smile.' Now it was his turn to leave you speechless. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to process what he had said, which was even harder since he was so close. When he reached out to brush some hair out of your face, you had to suck in a breath. His calloused fingers only ghosted over your skin, but an electricity sort of spark shot through you. 

'We should probably go,' you mustered out, 'before she locks us in.'

'Wouldn't want that.' Eddie's voice had also become much softer, almost a whisper. You could have sworn his eyes had, again, whisked down to look at your lips, and that idea made your head spin. It would only be even if you did the same for him now, right? Just a quick glance at his lips. They were perfect, just like the rest of him… 

'Come,' he said, so close to you now you could feel his words on you. 

'Huh?' You blinked slowly. 

'Let's get you home.' and so, he took a step back. The emptiness between you felt personal, almost internal. Like by stepping away, he had actually ripped something out from between you. A bandaid ripping at your skin, leaving a weird tingly sensation behind. 

Eddie's van was parked just behind the library, which is why you hadn't noticed it on your way inside. The rain had started to slow down, the lightning and thunder hadn't been heard for well over half an hour, but it was still pouring heavily. You grabbed your bike as quickly as possible, and Eddie had already opened the car's back doors and was waiting for you inside. He didn't wait, just grabbed the front of the bicycle and pulled it inside, then offered his hand to help you in. 

'Thanks,' you sputtered out. The two minutes in the rain had been enough to thoroughly soak you, so you were definitely glad to take Eddie's offer and let him drive you home. 

It was a short drive, in which you mostly tried to get some information out of Eddie on what he had been working on. 

'C'monnnn, tell me something. Anything.' 

'What would you like to know?' he asked as he turned a corner into your street. 

'I don't know.' 

'That doesn't really help me, sweetheart. You got to be specific, otherwise I could go on for hours and maybe not even tell you anything worth your while and we'd waste both our times.' 

'That's impossible,' you laughed, 'You could never waste my time.' 

Eddie clutched onto the stirring wheel, stopping the car as you near the house. Before you had started driving, you decided it would be the smartest thing not to drive up all the way to the front lawn, so your parents wouldn't see you step out of some "random guy's" dingy van. 

'Maybe next time I'll let you hear all my secrets.' he put the van in park, and you thanked him again. Then, you both climbed out to the back to get your bike. Eddie opened the doors and jumped out, taking the bike out and again helping you make the little jump. His hand fit perfectly around yours, and even though you were standing quite steadily, neither of you let go. 

'Hey uhm,' he said, the rain making both your hairstyles worse, 'just so you know, I'm really not mad… about anything.' 

'I'm really glad for that.' you squeezed his hand, to which he pressed back. 

'Just, promise me one thing, if you can.' He wiped the hair out of his face, and you did the same. The weather should have been getting better, but it really wasn't. 

'What's that?' 

'Promise not to run away from me again?' 

I like you way too much to watch you walk away from me; that's what he had said when you were leaving his trailer. And how many times had you run anyway? Too many to count, which was too embarrassing to keep track. So maybe he just asked out of annoyance, but the fuzzy warm feeling was overcoming you anyway, which might have been a bit foolish since, in reality, you were freezing in the cold rain. 

'I'll try.'

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Hiccstrid Drabble ft. Heatheret | Parent Picnic

This whole thing is dedicated to @triumphantfury since she asked so nicely. 😘 I was working on a full on fic but this thing called plot came along and threw my idea in a ditch so I spat this out. Enjoy the fluff and innuendos!

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Zephyr and Nuffink shouted and ran about the green park expanse. Astrid sighed and let the heavy bag of toys she was carrying drop as Hiccup carefully set down the cooler full of drinks and layed out the blankets.

“Hey!” a voice cried out cheerfully. Astrid turned to see Heather waving as she walked over, a huge picnic basket effortlessly hanging on one arm. “Long time no see,” she nudged her friend. Astrid grinned.

“Oh yeah, that time we ran into each other in the parking lot six minutes ago was forever ago,” she joked.

“Hey Hic, need any help?” Eret, Heather’s husband called. Hiccup looked up to see the broad, cheerful man come up to him with his almost five year old daughter, Amber on his shoulder. 

“Nah, I’m good, thanks Eret,” Hiccup returned. “Hey Amber! It’s nice to see you!”

“Amber!” Nuffink had returned from his lap around the field and greeted his friend enthusiastically. He was already five and the two of them were best of friends along with Zephyr.

Amber squirmed wildly until Eret set her down, chuckling. Nuffink grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his sister, who was rifling through the bag of toys.

“Put everything back when you’ve found what you’re looking for,” Astrid instructed her eldest. “Wow, Heather, This thing is huge!”

“I know I didn’t have to make this much, but let’s be honest; we’re gonna eat all of it,” Heather rolled her eyes. Astrid grinned unabashedly and helped her unpack. Their husbands joined them on the blankets, chatting about the struggles with kids and car seats.

“People act like the Terrible Twos are the worst part and then you’ve gotten through it; nobody told you it’s just the beginning!” Eret was complaining. “And now she’s bigger and louder and stronger with a temper like her mother.” Heather whipped her head around and scoffed indignantly while Astrid bit back her smile.

“Oh I get you. And Nuffink’s just been getting bigger, y’know, so when he doesn’t want to go into the carseat there is literally no room left to kinda squeeze him in; if he’s not cooperating, he’s not going in and he knows it,” Hiccup ranted.

“He really has been getting bigger!” Heather exclaimed. “I mean it’s only been, what? A month? Since we last saw him but he’s already way bigger than you were at that age.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes, “Yes, thank you for reminding me how tiny I was. I am glad he won’t be so small though; being picked on sucked.” Astrid squeezed his hand in sympathy.

“But boy was he a joy to carry full term,” Astrid commented sarcastically. Heather cooed in commiseration. “Zephyr was small and on the early side, but Nuff was big and in no rush. Apparently he and his father inherited different things from ‘Stoick the Vast.’”

Hiccup sputtered terrifically and Eret choked on the sandwich he had just bit into. Astrid threw her head back and laughed at her husband’s expression. Heather wasn’t much better, forcefully patting Eret on the back as tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.

“It’s not like they haven’t heard it all before,” Astrid giggled. Her husband blushed, scratching at the attractive stubble at his jaw. It was almost thick enough to be a beard at this point. “And Heather’s totally returned the favor; I know all about Eret too.” Said man winced and swallowed his sandwich with difficulty.

“See this,” Heather declared, turning to him, “Is why I do the blowing in this relationship.” Hiccup and Astrid sniggered.

“I can blow just fine,” Eret said indignantly. “I’d be happy to provide a demonstration on Hiccup if you’re so set on seeing proof.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Woah!” cried Hiccup, waving his arms around frantically. “No need for that.”

“For the last time, he’s taken, Eret,” Astrid drawled. “Been married for like, a decade.”

“Technically, our nine year anniversary is in five and a half months.” She shot him a look. “But, I’ve definitely been taken for over a decade by you. And, y’know, best part of my life,” he continued hurriedly.

“Smooth, Hiccup,” Heather teased.

“Besides, Eret, I doubt you could look as hot as Astrid on her knees,” he smirked. His wife flushed and swatted his shoulder.

“I mean . . .” Heather trailed off suggestively.

“I could’ve gone without hearing that,” Hiccup groaned. Eret puffed out his chest dramatically.

“Auntie Heather, I’m hungry,” Nuffink announced. Heather smiled and handed him a sandwich.

“I’m sure you are, with how big you’re getting,” she told him seriously. “Are Amber and Zephyr hungry too?” The little boy shook his head vehemently. Astrid opened the cooler for him to get a drink.

“Hey, bud, that is not a soda,” Hiccup said sternly as Nuffink grabbed a can. Eret chuckled. Nuffink pouted as Astrid handed him a bottle of water. They watched the little boy waddle back to the girls.

“You’re coming to Amber’s birthday party next week, right?” Heather asked.

“Absolutely.”

#httyd drabble #my drabbles #my writing #my fics #httyd #httyd modern au #hiccstrid #heathret #heatheret #parents on a picnic #lots of innuendo #oops oh well #zephyr haddock #nuffink #married hiccstrid #modern hiccstrid

[psychospore]

Little Miss Mischief

A/N: just a quick one I made while doing laundry as I was inspired with Cam and Mitch locking Lily in the car in Modern Family as I was watching it on YouTube shorts.

OoO

Y/N: Hey kiddo, Uncle Thor's visiting today to pick you up and daddy and go to the park.

Kiddo: What about you, mummy?

Y/N: I'll be visiting mummy's friends at the Avengers tower

Kiddo: Can I come?

Y/N: Next time, sweet pea. Your uncle misses you so much and your dad is going to be there with you

Kiddo pouts and frowns at the thought of being away from you but you kissed her chubby cheeks and she giggles at your gesture

Y/N: I'm sure you'll enjoy your outing for today

Thor loudly announces his arrival upon entering through your front door

Thor: Hello family! Uncle Thor is here!

Y/N: hello, Thor. How have you been these days?

Thor: hero stuff here and there.. easy peasy..

He looks at the kid and kneels at her level. Opening his arms in a welcoming hug

Thor: Kiddo! My favorite niece! Come give Uncle Thor a big hug!

He boomed as your kid ran up to him for a hug.

Kiddo: UNCLE THOOOR!

Loki: Is my pretty princess ready to go?

Kiddo: yes, daddy

She beams in response, still in Thor's arms.

As you guide them out of the house, Loki gave you a quick peck as Thor and your kid were already alighting the car.

Y/N: you all take care, alright. Call me if anything happens

Loki: do not fret, my love. You have two gods to watch over a kid, our kid.

Y/N: a demigod for a kid.. daughter of the god of mischief too I might add

You corrected. Loki looked at you, cupping one of your cheeks, assuring that everything is under control.

Loki: I will have utmost care for our baby girl. What could go wrong?

Thor: Loki, are you going or are you planning on making baby #2 right now?

You glared at Thor with his head popping out of the driver's seat.

Y/N: Thor! Language, you have a kid there with you

Thor mumbles incoherently popping his head back inside.

Y/N: go now, and have fun

You smiled as Loki leaves to go to the car.

oOo

Thor, Loki and Kiddo arrived at the Park. Thor checking to make sure to have the car keys inside the pocket of his jacket before going out. Loki was a mess though, fumbling to bring the large baby bag he packed earlier. Pretty sure Loki could have just magicked everything to make his life easier but maybe it's because of the fatherhood feeling that he wants to make an effort.

Thor proceeds to go to Loki's side of the car to check if he needs help. Loki just closed his side of the door when he instructed Thor to help the kid get out of the car.

As Thor was about to open the door, the car beeped and he realized that it was locked. They haven't locked the car yet, he fumbled to take the keys out but realized it was not in his pocket.

Both of the gods were mortified, seeing the car keys in the kid's hand. Loki dropped whatever he was holding and started panicking, along with Thor. Thor was signalling the kid to press the little unlock button while Loki was circling the car like a hawk to see if there was anyway they could get into it.

The kid was unaffected by the chaos happening outside, as she was giggling to herself while playing with the keys.

Thor: Should we smash the windows, brother?

A panicked stricken Thor asks

Loki: No, no, no! She might get hurt with the shards flying around. Should we call y/n?

Thor: it's literally been less than 15 minutes! I don't think she will be thrilled to know how we messed up.

Loki: I suppose you have way more better idea?

Thor: I suppose not, brother. Let's just call y/n then.

Thor looked defeated. Loki smashed his phone to call you and you heartily laughed as his voice shook telling you what happened.

Y/N: *over the phone, on loudspeaker* I see that my little miss mischief there has caused trouble as soon as she got the chance.

Thor: just help us out, dear sister, please.

Y/N: alright alright, I'm sorry. I just found it a bit hilarious that you both ACTUALLY forgot you can use your seidr to open the door.

Thor and Loki looked at each other in disbelief as Loki after you both finished speaking over the phone.

Loki: I can't believe I'd end up as stupid as you brother.

Loki jokingly declares.

Thor: but you have to admit, you have quite a mischievous daughter, brother. The god of mischief getting out mischief-ed by his own young daughter.

Loki rolls his eyes but in his mind, he was quite proud of the feat his baby girl pulled out today. The kid is indeed his daughter.

Loki: let's just get her out there so we could enjoy the park.

Loki magically opens the door to find his lovely daughter grinning at him like she did not cause panic to the two gods. Thor took the keys and made sure it was with him. The rest of the day was rather tame, Thor, Loki and the kid enjoying a fun bonding moment together.

#loki fanfic #thor fanfiction #loki au #loki fanfiction #thor odinson #loki fic #loki fic recs #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson

[dasher85]

Wish I was your Lover

Wish I was your Lover

[ If Ayato has the biggest crush on you ]

Kamisato Ayato X reader | y/n | you

Inspired/lyrics based on [Wish I was your Lover - Enrique Iglesias]

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You know I got this feeling

That I just can't hide

“The head of Yashiro Commission invites you for a dinner”

“Hmm? I don’t get it, the Commissioner? Do you mean, I’m called on duty? But that’s not under my work”

The attendant politely gives you a formal invitation letter before he walks away, leaving your questions unanswered.

You sighed, before carefully reading the contents of the letter. You’d expect a series of instructions or requests but it’s really just the venue, time and date.

‘Am I… going to prison?’ you calmly thought but deep inside you knew this wasn’t something normal… like literally, you’re just a diligent worker trying to find mora and this person is someone even your boss can’t do anything about.

‘Is this a polite way to give a warning?!’ a terrifying thought suddenly washed over you.

I try to tell you how I feel

I try to tell you but I'm weak

Despite all the doubts and troubling thoughts that were eating over your usually calm mind, you still manage to drag yourself to the location written on the letter.

‘Am I… just in time?’ you thought but actually you’re thirty minutes earlier than the appointed time. 

You stood in front of the restaurant’s door, carefully dusting away the invisible dust on the fabrics of your outfit, fixing the already neat ribbons on your wrist before you stepped in.

“Miss Y/n?” the waitress asked, just to clarify that it was you.

You nodded and showed her the invitation letter you received yesterday.

“Ah yes. Come, I’ll take you there” she smiled, before leading you the way.

You thought you'd be seated at the end of a group table where you can only see the Commissioner's face from a distance but this wasn’t the case. Your once calm heart drastically becomes affected by the indescribable nervousness you were suddenly feeling as you came into the reserved room. 

“Please do make yourself comfortable” He smiled while elegantly gesturing a hand to take the seat opposite him.

At this point, you were mentally freaking out but managed to calmly cover your expression with a polite smile.

Personally, the Commissioner doesn’t look anything like how a menacing person you could’ve imagined… in fact he brings out a calming air around him but… that status he holds, terrifies you.

He seems calm and composed as he stylishly does a motion to arrange the sleeves of his white coat. Unbeknown to you, he’s just as nervous as you. He initially thought of many extravagant greetings before your arrival, two hours prior but now that you’re actually here, his tongue is tied.

Yes, the so-called commissioner who’s almost good in everything is too stunned to speak…

Words don't come easily

When you get close I shiver

He only half expected you would come and accept his vague invitation but when you actually did… only god knows how happy he was.

Ayato genuinely wants to compliment you, about your appearance, your outfit, your hair, your beautiful eyes but… you smile one time in front of him and whoosh… his brain becomes blank.

“Do you wish to order any other side dishes?” he asked while trying so hard to make sure his gaze would occasionally look elsewhere just so he wouldn’t make you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable. To him, looking at you this close, by only a table apart was an opportunity he could not easily let go of.

“It’s alright, I wouldn't want to trouble you with the payments” you politely declined.

“Don’t worry, take it as a compensation for taking your time coming here”

“Then…” you carefully scanned the menu before wanting to reach it with your index finger but surprisingly he too was in sync with you. You both almost end up touching each other’s hand but the reflex was quick to draw back.

You nervously gulped while Ayato was quick to ask the waitress that he would like to add into the order as a way to save the moment. 

“Have you decided?” he asked as if he didn’t know already about what you were going to order. Perhaps if you weren’t too focused on keeping your expression in control you would notice the slight tremor in his voice.

I watch you when you smile

I watch you when you cry

Honestly it does feel suspicious to be suddenly eating dinner with the higher ups that you’ve never even once had a conversation with… perhaps you’re just taking this too seriously, maybe this person has just lost a bet with his friends and you’re just caught in between?

‘Relax… it’s just a job offer’ you try to make guesses just to convince yourself and make things in a better light especially when he’s been nothing but a good host to you.

Unlike you, who only know him because of his social status, Ayato at least knows about your favorites, similarly as the back of his hand. Other people would definitely be guilty of spying on someone to obtain this information but for him that wasn’t the case… let’s just say he’s been quite a good observer.

Ayato first saw you when you were being terribly scolded by your boss for some mistakes you did, by then you were already in tears. Out of his own curiosity, he walked into the shop, just a step inside and your boss already quickly rushed you to the storage room before she politely greeted him with a smile.

“Welcome Sir”

Ayato shook his head with an amused smile before he casually walked away, leaving your boss clueless. He didn’t think much of it but rather treated it as a slight enjoyment to scare away those people who think they’re the superior of everything.

Later on the same day, he saw you again. It was only the second encounter but he already recognized that it was you. You were seated by a bench while happily giving a piece of your food to a stray cat. He smiled before passing by you.

He had many other random encounters with you but one has made quite an impression for him. You didn’t do anything, nor did you even notice him at that moment but he truly believes it was a miracle. At that time, he was feeling quite drained out because of his responsibilities, even the Dango milk tea in his hand wasn’t helping him to feel any better.

‘If that Miss walked past in front of me right at this moment… That’s impossible, there’s no way-’ he tried to deny his own request but seconds after that, he was left in awe. Just like how he said, you walked right past him while drinking the same drink. His mind becomes clear as if all his problems were solved.

He actually thought he'd been bewitched but truthfully… Ayato wasn’t able to deny the growing feelings that were slowly taking over his undisclosed heart. He’s been thinking about it for at least a few months now and by now he absolutely realized that there’s not even an Onmyoji that could help him. If the universe keeps on displaying this person to his eyes, then… why not take the chances.

And I still don't understand

I can't find the way to tell you

One by one, the plates of food were served, slowly filling the once empty table. You both eat in silence but still in a calm mood. After all, food are meant to be enjoyed no matter what the situation might come up next. 

You thought, it’s only normal to dine quietly as a way to be polite. However, he was the opposite, he could barely muster up even the simplest of conversation. As a sudden feeling of hesitation washed over him, thinking you’d prefer to dine in a quiet manner instead.

He purposely ate at the slowest pace he could, just so he could rack his brilliant brain with ideas. Ayato wants to say it so bad… he wants to admit his heart out loud but he knows there’s no way he could do it. It’s just impossible… at least not right now. The least he wanted was to scare you away. He needs to let go of the idea.

He disappointedly sighed before eating the last spoonful of warm miso soup.

I wish I was your Lover

I wish that you were mine

“Sir, if I may ask…”

“You can call me Ayato”

“Right, of course.”

“Ask away.” he smiled, seemingly eager to listen to your question.

You didn’t think he would be so quick to let you call him by his name when it was just your first meeting with him. 

“I was wondering why I’m called here, is there anything important for me to address?”

“Yes and no”

You smiled, feeling slightly amused by how you couldn’t understand what he meant by that. However that reaction of yours suddenly made him frown and you quickly composed yourself, thinking you must’ve infuriated him in some way.

Truthfully, Ayato was just a little frustrated that he’s locked away, unable to make his wish come true. You’re right there, in front of him smiling so innocently and yet he’s unable to reach you.

Don't try to run away

There's many things I wanna say

“As the head of the Yashiro commission, I would be grateful if you’d take this job offer”

He wasn’t even trying to sound as if there was a choice for you to refuse.

“As a personal assistant? I’m not sure if I’m capable of handling such complex tasks” you spoke unhesitatingly admitting to your doubts.

“Here are the requirements, weekly payments, and of course day off” He hands out a file of papers, revealing all the information you need. 

“You can start working next week. My attendant will assist you” he adds as if you have already agreed.

He knows it’s a better deal than working with your current boss. It would be almost impossible to refuse… but if you still did refuse, god knows what he would feel. He has so many things to say to you but all of it needs time.

“I’ll give it a try…” you happily smiled.

He chuckles overjoyed by the small progress he has achieved.

Just wanna be your lover

Just wanna be the one

Let me be your lover

Let me be the one

“My attendant will escort you home”

“I wouldn’t want-”

“Consider it as a privilege for accepting the offer” he didn’t even let you refuse.

You could only nod and accept it before thanking him for the kind gesture.

Although you thought he would leave the venue first but instead he casually bring you to walk along with him, to exit the restaurant. It may seem a simple act but to you, it's not.

“Would you be interested to spend some time with me tomorrow?” he suddenly asked moments before stepping out of the restaurant's door.

“Hmm?”

“It’s just to sign some papers…” he quickly adds while opening the door for you.

“Alright… but I’ll be off work at five tomorrow”

“Not to worry, my attendant will come by to get you”

As you walked home escorted by his attendant, Ayato stood there for a long while until you were no longer within his sight.

“We’ll get there… soon”

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A/N: enjoyed writing this way too much XD 

Who’s here already saving primo for Ayato’s unknown banner just because he was mentioned by Ayaka & even before any leaks exists? 

Model: Mihoyo

Shader: Manashiku

#kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact ayato #genshin headcanons

[touchoflaughter]

Ok guys I need help- I fucked up completely and I need some really good advice 🥴

So most of you know my classmates by now (I wrote plenty irl stories about them ⟪ part 1, part 2, part 3 ⟫). Summarily: I'm the only girl in this man domain (learning a craft) but I'm getting along really well with the boys. We mess around all the time and have lots of play fights where I manage to whoop most of the guys asses due to my long-lasting experience in martial arts. But lately they discovered a fatal weakness of mine- and they overuse it completely!

GANG TICKLING is the worst

So after New Year's Eve Phil promised me his New Year resolution is to not tease me anymore and I actually believed him (don't ask me how I could be this naive)- so... it didn't even take him 10 minutes to start his poking attacks again, followed by countless more.

That was two days ago. In the meantime he somehow managed to win all the other guys over! His efforts seem to pay off finally...

Let me tell you about only one situations from today: (There are too many actually but this is the worst one so far)

I not only get attacked continual (mostly sneaky and from behind... these cowards) but also had one of our classmates coming up to me, when I tried to fill in an important document. Let's call him Aiden.

His Hands formed claws and an evil smirk appeared on his face. I sighed and shook my head in a defensive way: "Don't! I've had enough." (You gotta now it was 4 pm and I got tickle attacked all damn day. There was no embarrassment left. I lost. I didn't care about my tough facade anymore.) Before he could even answer me, Phil stood up from his desk and was right on the spot (surprise 🙄).

"Oh yeah! You gotta tickle her like this!", Phil showed him a pinching movement with is fingers and grinned. "Wait, let me show you!"

"NO!", I protested insistent.

"Yeah I think you'll have to show me in order for me to get it right.", Aiden played along and smirked at least as much as Phil who came closer quickly.

"Godammit! Don't!", I didn't want to but I had to stand up from my desk to make a few quick steps backwards.

"What's the matter shorty- can't take it?", Phil mocked while Aiden laughed at his teasing. Then he made some quick steps forward so I turned around and ran. Yes, I ran for my dear life. I couldn't take another attack with others watching and enjoying the show!

But I straight bumped into Joey who was working next to me. I tried to at least hide behind him, hoping he'd defend me maybe. We usually get each other in deep shit but if it really matters, we're there for one another.

Not this time obviously- ugh 😩

He turned around and smiled down at me, shaking his head like a disappointed parent whose daughter got in trouble again. Aiden and Phil caught up to us and immediately pounced on me.

"Johehey! Heheeelp!", I screamed helpless and in panic but Joey didn't even took this into consideration.

While Phil went for my ribs at once, Aiden did his best to capture my arms and stop me from breaking free. Joey came to ACTUALLY HELP him so both got a free hand to tickle me. (I'll get him good for this betrayal!!)

IT WAS THE WORST you guys. I couldn't help but laugh and scream and try to shake them off without success. The whole class was literally forced to follow the action. I noticed a few comments but I was too deflected to actually get what they were saying.

But just wait! The most embarrassing part is yet to come: They didn't stop until our teacher entered the room to check on us... only to find us like that:

Three grown men, kneeling on the floor, tickling a young woman to insanity with a bunch of guys standing around them, watching and commenting the scene.

Our teacher seemed to be overburdened by the situation but managed to instruct them to get off of me. He knew we're friends so at least we didn't have to explain it was not a sexual assault but oh god that was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life...

Even after that they did not stop! It seemed they developed a taste for it... to see the good: I got two more days left. Only two more days. Can't get any worse than that, right? Right? 😰

#tickle community #sfw tickles #tickle attack #irl tickles #tickle story

[strawberry--bride]

Admin-san what are some kiseki and subaru headcanons? I would love to know more about their father-daughter moments ^_^

Thank you very much for this ask and showing interest in my little baby. uwu

These headcanons were written together with @subaruwu since they have a much better grasp on Subaru than I do. (I fail as a Subaru stan, I know. :'')

My headcanons (from Kiseki's POV)

1. Kiseki developed a strong connection with her father from a very young age onwards. As a newborn, she would never sleep alone in her crib and could only fall asleep when Subaru would take her into their coffin and lay her on top of his chest.

2. As a toddler, she began to adapt his behavior more and more. She even picked up on his manner of speech with her first ever word being 'fuck' (くそ). -> comic here

3. When it was time for her to enter kindergarten, she was very adamant about changing her hairstyle to imitate her dad. At first she would bump into furniture because it obscured her eyesight, but she has learnt to make it work.

4. Kiseki refers to Subaru as 'papa' (パパ). As a result, Ayato and Laito now pick on Subaru by mockingly calling him 'papa-baru'.

5. Subaru can basically do nothing wrong in Kiseki's eyes. While Sharon never holds back to call Subaru out on his flaws (of which there are many, trust me), Kiseki will always take his side.

6. When they had to talk about what they would like to become in the future as part of one of her kindergarten classes, she answered 'I want to become papa's bride' without hesitation. Sharon would like to object.

7. Another time they had to talk about their heroes/the person they look up to and Kiseki prepared a whole 20-minute speech on all of the things which make her papa the best one in the whole wide world.

8. The other kids at her kindergarten and even the teacher are honestly horrified of Subaru. He came to pick her up once and saw how she got pushed by one of the boys in her class which unleashed an unstoppable anger inside of him because how dare that scoundrl hurt his perfect little princess. All the teachers and some of the other parents had to combine forces to stop him from punching the kid into another dimension.

@subaruwu's headcanons (from Subaru's POV)

i. Little Kiseki is the kind of child who wanders into the garden and makes friends with every breathing organism within a 3 mile radius. Animals are drawn to her the way they are drawn to her father as well. And besides, they're so much less scary than, for instance, other kids. It's easier to 'socialize' with them.

She finds all kinds of critters and presents them proudly to her parents so that they may greet them as well. Subaru then instructs her to place them gently back into nature…. But sometimes he fails. and then Sharon will discover a frog in the bathtub.

ii. Subaru religiously reads Kiseki to sleep every day. Sometimes, he even makes up stories: those are her favorite.

iii. Anything Kiseki wants, Subaru gets her— within reason. He should really consider himself LUCKY his daughter has such a sweet soul, otherwise she'd be spoiled rotten at this point.

iv. He can spend literal hours just staring at her. Specifically when she was a newborn, he'd just be completely enthralled watching her nap in his embrace. As we've talked about before, her mere existence has boosted his self confidence on some level. He made this perfect, sweet girl- so that must mean he can't be all bad.

v. Using a silly voice, he sometimes converses with her through Kuro-san… only when no one else is around, though!

vi. Subaru does not like having to share Kiseki's attention with his brothers. ;-; And he gets really jealous and annoying. 'this is MY baby' vii. As we know and have seen in the past, she imitates his behavior… and it embarrasses him. Kiseki really holds a mirror up to him this way. He's trying to be better, but doesn't fucking succeed god fucking damn it old fucking habits die so fucking hard.

viii. Subaru tries his best to set rules. But Kiseki doesn't always follow them. So he's like "…. aight. it is what it is." — correlates with his ass spoiling her xd. Kiseki is just… the exception in some many ways. He can't get mad at her.

ix. Subaru approaches the world with his emotions, Kiseki approaches the world with her mind. They learn from each other each day.

x. Kiseki and Subaru are both very passionate. Subaru wants to share the world with his little baby and be with her all the time but Kiseki the gemini will eventually desire freedom

#subaron #guest muse: kiseki #kiseki sakamaki #headcanons #(( I hope you like these anon! ))

[msommers]

artificer, fighter, and warlock for riya and iggy!!

i give u kees mwah // d&d character class asks

artificer: How good is your muse at picking up new tools/skills? Are they proficient with any tools? How are they at making things with their own hands?

RIYA — if she's interested in the tool/skill and it's a hands on activity, then she'll be a quick learner! otherwise it takes her a bit to pick things up either from lack of intrigue or the struggles she has with continual study of text. she's proficient with alchemist’s supplies and i have to assume that's from her fucking around and finding out through her years at the college lmao. i hate that i have to do it to her but riya's a weaponized incompetence girly and i've gotta call her out on it. she's never made anything with her own hands and she'd rather flirt her way into having literally anybody else do it before she gives it an actual try. give her proper instruction and a veeeery long period of practice, then she'd probably do an Okay job on something she has an excitement for doing, otherwise it's trash. don't waste the resources babes

IGGY — unfortunately i think iggy’s memory troubles would hinder her ability to pick up new things with ease, and contributes to the fact that she has zero tool proficiencies as of leaving vyrantium. that said she would be great at making things with her hands! as long as somebody’s there giving her instructions and occasional gentle reminders to stay on task if something else nabs her attention. she’ll be a great workhorse for the grey wardens tbh, just stick her on wall/reinforcement building when she’s not out there cutting down darkspawn and it’ll get done well enough to feel secure.

fighter: What's your muse's fighting style? Are there any weapons your muse is comfortable with, or a weapon they'd like to learn to use? What drives them to fight?

RIYA — she's a little all over the place when it comes to strategy (she'd swear there's a method to it but if you ask for the explanation you'd be there for like 15 minutes hearing the debrief on how chaotic her head is during combat), but the classic Glass Cannon is a nice default no matter what her prepared spells look like. has a little bit too much fun rushing the enemy if i'm being honest. she's best friends with staffs, a few types of blades, and technically she can handle a couple of other weapons but she doesn't particularly care for them. she's learning how to use herself as a conduit for magic instead of the bestie staff. she fights out of a desire to live, for the thrill of action, to protect her allies and those needing her aid, and to make her family proud. 

IGGY — when she’s in control of her faculties, her default is protection duty as that’s been her most frequent directive for so damn long. i, tabby the player, had it to where any activation of her lycan order hybrid transformation meant that she’d fully lost control of any logical thoughts and decision making. aka it’s her going full feral mode, only animal instinct (and rage, if that’s active) pushing her forward until it wears out, she’s knocked unconscious, or one of her runes is activated to rein her in. she’s capable of wielding whatever weapon is put into her hands because of the long decades she’s spent training and fighting, though she favors a sword or axe if given a choice. she’s driven now by a desire to do good with what time she has left, devoting her capabilities to ridding the world of however many darkspawn she can because surely it all makes a difference (she desperately needs it to make a difference, to maybe in time even slightly make up for all she’s done). tbh??? she’s probably made some kind of vow to herself to never harm another person again which motivates her efforts elsewhere.

warlock: Has your muse ever made a deal to get something they wanted? Is there anything your muse wants enough to broker for it? What would your muse sacrifice to get what they want?

RIYA — i imagine a joking thing between the clairmont kids came out of their mother being The business woman where they’d make silly nonsense deals with each other, either to have fun or be difficult depending on their mood (riya would constantly make deals to have her absence at boring events be covered by one of her brothers). she negotiated with warden recruiter rasha while in a whole ass prison cell to save bastian’s life, and would have given him anything to see it through. recently made a deal with warden commander satine and she puts that down to having experience requesting insane things from her own mother. unfortunately i think she'd sacrifice quite a lot for something/someone she cares deeply for, and she wouldn't think twice about it in the moment. IGGY — her only genuine deal would have been with the magister during the oneshot, because she was actually given something of real value in return for her efforts. any deals made with the family that had her enslaved would have been small things just to appease her or trick her into thinking they were giving more than they truly were, y’know all about furthering the control and dependence.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: ignota #me before my nap: i'm gonna wake up and double check everything here to see if it makes sense #me now: so anyway i hit the post button the moment i loaded the page