Barry’s head pokes into the dining room table, the Neverwinter Times folded into his hands. He looks down at himself, pokes his own nose. “I don’t think so? I don’t look dead.”
Lup looks him up and down, then says, “Yep, you really don’t.”
In response, Lup takes the package she’s been holding, grabs it by the ends, and turns it on its head. Letters - bundled into packs bound with black ropes, spare ones scratched on torn napkins, envelopes-within-envelopes written in deep dark ink - spill all over the table.
“What are these?”
“Consolation letters,” Lup says, grinning. She plucks the first one off the table, slits it with a brightly-painted red nail, and begins to read. “‘Dear Lup Taaco, my cult and I would like to express our condolences for your loss.’ Aww, that’s so sweet, they’re cult-bonding.”
Barry narrows his eyes. “Is that a necromantic cult or a religious one?”
“Dunno.” She tosses it aside, picks up another one. “‘Dear IPRE, sorry for your loss. We hope Barry feels better soon. We know most people don’t feel better after being dead but he’s done it before.’”
Barry drifts forward, looking at the stack in apprehension and slight awe. He picks one up at random, skims it, and turns white. “Why do these people think I’m dead?”
“Don’t know, but there’s definitely a consensus, babe,” Lup says. “Aww, someone sent a bunch of dead flowers! I’ll pass them onto Merle.”
“Lup, no, this is weird. This - this is weird.”
“Yeah, for sure,” she says, leafing through the next letters. The mound grows intimidatingly the more Barry looks at it. “What did you do?”
“I - I don’t know.”
“Huh. Maybe someone started a dumb rumor. You never know the kinda shit floating around Faerun these days.”
True? Okay. Okay, no, this is just another mystery. Maybe there are clues in the truly preposterous number of letters sitting on the table. Carefully, Barry picks the first one up, a letter wrapped in a satin ribbon and addressed in dark ink so black it almost looks tar. He tears it open gently and sets the envelope aside, then begins to read.
Dear Miss Lup,
I’m really really sorry your husband is dead. I want you to know that my mom and my dad love him too and that if you ever need someone to talk to because death is a really really bad thing then you can send us a letter any time. I’d give you my mom’s frequency but I don’t know it.
Below is an address. It’s from the far east, a remote village that Barry only knows because he passed through there while hunting for Lup a couple of years into his search.
He’s not freaking out so much as very, very confused. He’s certain he’s alive. Pulse beating in his throat and everything. So why does everyone think he’s dead?
He goes through a couple more without finding any clues. Most are of the same vein - sorry for your loss, hope you’re doing better. A couple recommend Lup some therapists in Neverwinter. Two cite him as his inspiration for practicing necromancy. He’s gonna need to pay those fans a personal visit. Probably with his scythe.
“Barry?” Lup says after a little while. She’s set the letters down and is now looking at him strangely.
He opens another one. This one’s written in blue ink. All the others have been black. Really goes to show what kind of person picked Barold J. Bluejeans, lich and necromancer-turned-reaper extraordinaire, as their favorite of the seven birds. “Yes, dear?”
“When you died, you picked up your bodies, right?”
Barry freezes. He thinks back to those ten years on his own, dying repeatedly. He’d had a process - he’d freak out, flicker a little bit, and pull himself together - with admirable speed and courage, of course. Then he’d grab his jeans (can’t leave those behind), a couple hairs, a bunch of blood (which wasn’t typically too hard to collect), the coin, some supplies, and take off for Wave Echo Cave.
He’d leave the body, though. He didn’t need it.
“Barold J. Bluejeans,” she snaps, setting down her letter with a thwack on the table. “Did you leave your corpses strewn all around this continent?”
“I only needed a little blood to make a new body!” he yelps. “I was a lich, it wasn’t like I could pick up my body and carry it with me!”
“You managed to keep the same clothes for ten years!”
“I’ve had these jeans for a hundred years, they’re precious to me!”
“That’s fair,” Lup says, grinning too widely to be angry. “So you’re telling me, these people stumbled across your dead body and thought it was you?”
“Probably,” he replies sheepishly. “I mean, in my defense, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I kinda fell off a mountain range.”
“And you didn’t go collect them when you got an actual body?” she asks, gesturing toward him.
“I was a little busy creating your body.”
Lup sighs, exasperated. She throws an envelope at him. It drifts unimpressively down to the table. “This is it, Barold. This is what you get when you don’t show up at press conferences ever. People start to think you’re literally dead.”
“I hate them,” he mumbles. “Too many spotlights and reporters and questions. I get all sweaty.”
“You’re one of the seven birds, babe. People want to know your story.”
“They already do, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, but they want to hear it from you.” She glances over her shoulder at the Taako Time™ calendar hanging on their wall and grins. “Babe, there’s one tomorrow and you’re going.”
“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “Lup, they…they suck. All the reporters and the microphones and the spotlights….”
“No arguments, dear,” Lup says, standing and crossing her arms over his head to rest her cheek on his hair. “Lucretia hates them too and she goes.”
“She was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, she’s good at that shit now,” Barry grumbles. “Besides, Davenport doesn’t have to answer questions.”
“Davenport’s at sea, babe. Getting to interview him is like finding a Shiny.”
Barry groans, tugs on a strand of Lup’s hair. It’s dyed red toward the ends. “If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.”
“I love you,” Lup affirms, “so I’m making you go.”
“Can I at least - ”
“No, you can’t wear your tuxedo T-shirt. You have to wear the sweater vest I bought you.”
Barry slumps his head toward the table. Lup slides down his neck to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Cycle forty or sixty-eight,” he asks, words muffled by the table.
“Forty,” she decides. “I won’t make you do sequins.”
“Thank the Queen.” He straightens. There’s ink on his forehead. Lup laughs, then licks a thumb and wipes it away. “Gross.”
The letters flare in the corner of his vision. Sighing, Barry tugs Lup onto his lap. She sits with a laugh, gleeful and teasing, and reaches reaching for a letter of her own. Leaning her temple against his, she slices open another letter, and begins to read.
“Wow, babe,” she says after a couple minutes. “You’re really an inspiration for some up-and-coming dark magic babies.”
“I know,” he sighs. She chuckles and ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m gonna have to go talk to them.”
Lup’s counterproposal is cut off by her Stone of Farspeech buzzing against her collarbone. She picks up without looking and says “Heyo, Blupjeans household, whaddya want?”
“Barold J. Bluejeans!” screeches her brother’s voice through the receiver. Barry jumps. “You wanna explain to me why my dining table is fuckin’ swamped with condolence letters?!”
Lup and Barry turn to stare at each other in horror. Then, right on cue, Barry’s Stone rings. He checks it. It’s Magnus’s signal. They stare at it.
“Oh Gods,” Lup groans, and picks up.
“Barry? Barry, are you okay?” comes Magnus’s voice. There are a couple of dogs barking in the background, as there always are when Magnus calls. “I heard you were dead, I know it sucks, like, serious ass to be without a body, I wanted to check in, and also tell you that I’ve got a ticket for Neverwinter on hold if you need me down there - ” he says.
Lup and Barry exchange glances. Barry begins to laugh.
Alix/Kim/Max (pls I luv them): "This... was not what I thought you meant."
I love them too dsfbghfdsfcg
“This… is not what I thought you meant,” Alix finally said, sighing at the puppy trying to chew on her roller blades.
“Yes, I’m rather shocked as well,” Max commented, holding the pup Kim had handed him as far away as he could.
Kim scowled and held up two puppies of his own. “I asked if you guys liked dogs, what did you think I was asking for?”
“Well,” Alix started, “I knew there was a tiny chance you’d get us like, one dog because we’re all three dating and it’d be nice to have one…”
“But there was no way you prepared us for four of them, Kim.” The puppy in Max’s hands wriggled about, licking and nibbling his fingers.
Kim’s shoulders slumped, and he sank to the ground, drawing Alix’s puppy’s attention to him. “I know, but you should’ve seen them! Siblings, in a box by the Seine, all alone. I couldn’t take just one!”
Alix and Max exchanged a quick glance before Alix sighed again, defeated this time. She set her roller blades down and walked over to Kim, sitting next to him and scratching the puppies behind their ears.
“Dork. You’ve got too big a heart, but-” she leaned into him- “that’s definitely never been a bad thing before. I can’t imagine it’s one now.”
Kim smiled at her, grateful and chuckling at the pup who climbed her torso to lick at her face. Looking at Max, he grimaced.
“You don’t have to take her if you don’t want, I can-”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Max interrupted, still staring at the dog he was holding away from him. “It just needs a bath before I’m willing to get any closer.” His gaze flickered to Kim’s. “You did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”
“Heh. Thanks Max, Alix. You guys are the best.”
“We know,” both chimed.
And then, laughter spilled from all three of them, happiness radiating from them and their four new additions to the group.
Jae: See.. that’s your problem right there. You genuinely think he’s crazy, rather than just supporting him. He’s your brother, he needs you more than anybody else out there. He doesn’t need me, or Kia. He needs you.
Somer: I’m h-here for him..
Jae: Not by insulting him and saying he needs a shrink, you’re not. Put yourself in his place and imagine how you’d feel if he talked to you the way you did him. (sighs) I’m a bitch, a huge one, and I own up to that. But even I know not to say certain things and when to keep my mouth shut.
Somer: I don’t .. even know what to do. I clearly don’t believe in the same things he does. (scoffs) Vampires..
Jae: I’m not saying you have to believe in what he does. All I am saying is that you need to support him, now more than ever. Let him know you have his back, ya know?
Not sure if you've been asked this before but what is your opinion on Pixis? I've been rereading the Uprising Arc and have noticed some rather suspicious moments from him. I also take it you don't trust Darius?
Until proven otherwise, I stand by Dot Pixis as being a truly good man. He respected Erwin but had issues with Erwin’s methods and motivations. I don’t blame Pixis for those feelings. Pixis is far more cautious than Erwin.
They did have an unpleasant exchange during Uprising, but I’d like to chalk it up to a combination of stress and disgust over Zackley.
Pixis knew of the government’s corruption and also suspected Zackley’s dark side. He was planning on handling both in his own time, in the safest and least destructive way possible. So maybe he was upset that Erwin forced his hand prematurely. Regardless of his feelings, Pixis stood by and supported Erwin.
I don’t think the relationship was permanently damaged. They were working well together later in the arc and in chapter 85, when we get a glimpse of the senior military waiting awaiting the return of Survey Corps, Pixis’s concern seems genuine.
As far as Darius Zackley, Ha! that man is the devil and it has nothing to do with his treatment of the royals. What I find most chilling is that despite serving together for years, it appears Erwin never once doubted Zackley. As a result, Darius Zackley was able to outsmart Erwin Smith and play him for a fool. Zackley used Erwin and Erwin never saw it coming.
I blame Zackley for Erwin’s death as much as I do Zeke. During their carriage ride, it was Zackley who planted the thoughts that ended with Erwin doubting his every accomplishment and filling him self loathing. Throughout Uprising, in each of their interactions, Zackley waged a subtle and successful psychological war against Erwin Smith.
Hello, I'm a new follower and I love your writing, your stuff is awesome. Kind of inspired from the techno-organic and robofamily ask, how would Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee react to finding out Silas used his own child as an experiment (because let's face it, if he did have a kid, there's no way he wouldn't turn them into a lab rat)?
He’s PISSED and absolutely horrified. He swore he’d never harm a human intentionally, but after seeing what Silas did to his OWN CHILD, he finds that he may have to make an exception. His first priority is to get this child out of Silas’s grasp. He’ll deal with Silas later.
Oh, she’s absolutely killing Silas. Immediately. She’s in a rage no one is ever going to forget any time soon. You think she’s pissed with Arachnid? That’s nothing compared to how pissed off she is that someone would knowingly torture their own child.
He only finds out after the others bring the kid back to base. He’s so angry that he’s shaking. However, he’s well aware that there is not anything he can do about it, so he calls June so she can help him make sure they aren’t in any danger of dying. He will fret over this child forever. He’s always scared something might go wrong.
They’re all super protective of you. Silas is never getting near this kid again.
OCtober days 20, 21, 22. I stopped drawing again with literally no excuses. =A= Finally pulled myself together and caught up today.
Rin chilln’ with his lenald companion, Roy, who is mentioned for like the third time ever. They used to be the thief buddies, then Rin found The Love Of His Life that moved into his house relatively soon, shortly after Roy realized that he should kinda leave them alone, so he did, and currently is.. Wandering somewhere else. *shrug* They’re still buddies though..
Then I drew this stupid sexy Cannelle. I like this picture.
Then I thought that the first chars appearing here kinda set up a theme. They’re.. Sin to the bone, not just pervy sin, but sin in general, wrong lifestyle and all. I pondered who else would fit the theme, oh, yanno.. Yanno. He’s (happily) far behind the first two and isn’t necessarily “bad”, but still is a walking little sin. :3c *kicked for the “little”* ow
From my300 Celebration (REQUESTS OPEN), for @thewhiterabbit42 Character: Gabriel | Prompt: #19. “I was afraid that you’d be afraid If I told you that I was afraid of intimacy.”
Words: 2,183 (w o w) Warnings: Angst… BUT SMUT AND FLUFF TOO.
*whispers* this is a continuation for It Happened One Night, cause that one made a lot of people sad. Sorry ily
Staring into them was like looking at the sun through a glass of whiskey. You could swear they had light of their own. Maybe they did, thanks to his grace.
On a normal day you would stare into his eyes for minutes, letting that solid amber warm you up. You adored how his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, causing them to almost shut close. On a normal day that would be enough to have you smiling until the next one.
But it wasn’t a normal day.
It actually hadn’t been a normal couple of months.
Are you able to do 1990 Stenbrough + Reddie headcanons if it's OK with you?
I know you waited ages for this so im sorry to be the let down I am BUT I’m gonna assume you mean 1990 as in the miniseries? and I’m just gonna do Reddie cause i didn’t really get a lot of stenbrough in that so it’s hard for me to imagine the dynamic
so uh did someone say Reddie reconnecting as adults when they all come back to Derry?? because miniseries adult reddie OWNS my ass
after they have dinner and they meet and everyone fills everyone else in on what they’re doing in life, Richie finds out Eddie’s hotel room is on the same floor as his and it’s dead ass all he can think about (i don’t remember their sleeping situation so if this is inaccurate then Tommy Lee Wallace can let me know if he has an issue)
he lies in his bed that night and asks himself in a million ways how on earth he could have forgotten those baby brown eyes or that sweet smile or the way his stomach knots when he hears him talk or laugh or do fucking anything
he asks himself this while the image of Eddie laughing and drunk and eating chinese food dances tortuously around his head and he finally gets up because he has to see him alone, and talk to him
but when he starts down the hallway Eddie is already halfway to richie’s room, hovering in the hallway - which he later admits he had been doing for twenty minutes of painful indecision - and they both give a small exhale
Richie cracks an easy smile and fills the stretch of tacky carpet between them, “can’t sleep either?”
Eddie seems to have less inhibitions for once, steps once more forward so their chests are almost touching and tilts his head back just a little to look at richie, “I changed the channel when you came on my TV the other day - how did I forget you so completely?”
Richie gives a loud gasp and looks at Eddie with complete offense, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face, “You don’t think my jokes are funny?!”
“The political stuff is getting a little old.”
“I was just telling my agent that exact same thing!”
They make their way into Richie’s room when someone pops their head out of their room to ask them to quiet down
they end up talking for the whole night, its nearly 2am when Eddie notices the time and his eyes go wide
“maybe I should go”
The reluctance in his voice is so clear, and he and richie are so close on the bed - it took no time for them to return to their old dynamic, all witty banter and underlying meanings to teasing flirts and always being close enough that anyone who looked too long might give them a problem
something about the way eddie leaned tired into richie’s side while pretending to muster up the energy to move gave the red head the strange sense of courage
“we were always different then the others, did you notice it too?”
“what do you mean?”
richie has to look away but he keeps talking (doesn’t he always?) “with each other, I didn’t see you how I saw them”
It’s so blatant that the air in the room seems to change like a switch was flicked, Eddie looks at Richie and Richie looks at Eddie and something silent passes between them, a confirmation
It’s eddie that goes in for the kiss and richie that deepens it, they don’t go any further but eddie sleeps in richie’s room that night
the next morning they cant seem to stop touching each other at breakfast, eddies hand on richies arm while he says something funny here, richies hand on eddies lower back while he moves behind him there
eddie puts together richie’s coffee - secretly decaf because lord knows richie tozier doesn’t need caffeine - and richie gets eddie a plate of eggs and toast straight from the kitchen (do you know how much disease can be transferred through a buffet?)
everyone reads the change but none of them know how to say it
finally ben lets out a loud huff that makes everyone at the table jump and says “did something happen last night because you two are acting domestic and -” he pauses and eddie’s red in the face so bev finishes his though for him
“we all had an idea that there was something when we were kids”
its out there now - just as scary as what they had to face in the sewer, maybe even more so, and no one at the table looks like they’re about to hurl their breakfast at the thought of richie and eddie so uh
so richie nods
that’s it, he just gives a cocky smile and a nod and eats another forkful of eggs and eddie just splutters horribly
“you never stop talking and now you’re quiet?!”
“if you want to tell everyone what happened last night you can go ahead eds, but i never took you as one to brag”
“don’t call me that!”
the tension between everyone eases, and they remember the real fight waiting for them
as soon as they’re done eating they go to mikes so that they can plan their approach and if eddie and richie sit tangled together and whisper soft words to each other when they start to get scared no one say anything about it
Sandy Beales tweeted about Nialls album and Liams single but nothing about Louis. It's just sad because he comments on his baby pics but nothing music:(
Sandy did tweet about Louis performing Just Hold On in February and back in December, but yeah, now that he has a single and another track out and now that we know he’s working on an album, it sure would be nice for him to get public support for his music from ANYBODY other than like…..Niall, people he’s still working with (like Paul and Helene), and his own family. The other boys have received a lot of public support, but whenever Louis comes out with something related to his actual career rather than stunts, there are crickets.
Pairing: Jughead x Reader, Jughead x Betty Word Count: 6,661 Warnings: Curse words, mentions of drugs and alcohol, I did not proof this at all… probably should have split this into two parts. Summary: Jughead and Reader reconnect at Southside High where he notices that she’s wearing a very familiar leather jacket. It’s not long until he has a jacket of his own. A/N: It’s funny but I had Acts 1 & 2 of this mostly written before the season premiere and like… jingle jangle am I right. Anyway, this is a long chapter. I like a lot of elements of it and hope you will reblog/message/interact about what your favourite parts were, too. P.S. The cure to writers block? Folding laundry.
Somewhere in between Who I used to be And who I’ll be tomorrow When the champagne blows my mind Thrills don’t come for free The price you pay for dreams In a sea of strangers I can’t find me anymore.
On Monday she and Jughead sit on opposite ends of the same table in the cafeteria. The group around them is lively, full of a buoyancy that she can’t mirror. She tries not to be obvious when she watches him and tries harder not to be pleased when she catches him watching her in return. He’s more easily dragged into conversations, open to laughter, and personable with the Serpents or kids of Serpents that sit here each day. He fits in seamlessly with the group.
She’s seen him like this, before, with Archie, Veronica, and Betty in a booth at Pop’s. His smiles came easily, his jokes flowed freely and all four of them were a shining beacon of love and friendship. But she can’t help but remember all of the times he sat in the booth and stood apart from the others on the days where his darkness threatened to break through the surface.
Even though they’re at the same table, she and Jughead don’t speak to each other and she’s glad for it. She made a mistake, exposing herself the way she did. She is cursed to love Jughead Jones the Third for the rest of her young life, but he never needed to know about it. Now that he did, though? Every glance exchanged between them felt like gunpowder keg rolling toward an open flame.
People were starting to notice–or rather, one person: Ricki Penderghast. Every school has a girl like Ricki blowing through their halls: loud, brash, knowledgeable. Not the most well liked person, but a loyal friend to be had. Ricki was the first friend Y/N made here and though she may flit away at times, she always came back to be loud, brash, and knowledgeable.
“I’m feeling about 80-85% certain that the new tall, dark, and weird kid wants to get you in the backseat of his car.”
So… Thomas is sharing these dreams then? He also dreamed about going to see the emoji movie? He voluntarily decided to see the emoji movie? Did he dream as Virgil and get tickled by me and eat some of my saltwater taffy? Did he cry outside of a convenience store and then go in to buy celery with with Puck in their dream? This dude obviously has a very active dream life if that’s true. I wonder if he remembers any of them…
Literally I was like wtf ?? He gave her the pictures back , got up and was like "thats my son!! he looks so much like me i had to leave or they would have understood everything , didn't like his mom but he's my son , mine mine mine "
And let me list all the qualities about him when I barely asked about my own daughter, yet here is her mother in front of me who I haven’t seen in 20 years. And she keeps asking me if I loved his mother, but I really want to just talk about Willie and how awesome he is. Did you know he has the same name as my dead brother, like exactly the same, not like our daughter’s stupid name that I didn’t like and is similar to my father’s name and Willie, Willie, Willie.
What are in your opinion the top 5 tomdaya receipts?
1) My number one is ironically the car pap chase snap of hers. Not the pap pics, but her own snap, which she did to ATTEMPT to damage control, but she failed to spin a story about it, so everything about it seemed to be “coupley” to me more than the pap pics alone would have. So, thanks, Z.
2) Him leaving her apartment building with luggage in NY.
3)Thanksgiving sofa closeness.
4) Him saying he was visiting his gf and all he did was stay with Z and go to her Cover Girl shoot.
5) Her being visibly jealous on two occasions concerning Tom. You don’t react like that if it is about your platonic good friend.
I bet Gabriel gets tons of visits to his office in October because he always pulls out all the stops decorating for Halloween. Webs all over, fog machine, atmospheric orange lighting, candles, eerie music and sound effects from a speaker in the corner, skeleton holding a bowl of candy,
bats all over. the works. It becomes an Overwatch tradition to stop by his office that time of year, especially to show any new recruits, ‘yo we gotta go see what Commander Reyes did this year!’