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The [2009 Copenhagen climate change] summit had developed into another grudge match between the developed and developing worlds. China, India, and Brazil were refusing to sign an agreement that would commit them to even incremental steps to curb emissions. Diplomats from 193 countries wandered the bright hallways of the Bella Center in a state of fretful energy.

With failure looming, [Secretary of State Hillary] Clinton telephoned [President] Obama and urged him to fly to Copenhagen to try to break the deadlock. His political advisers were opposed, not wanting to pull the boss away from a crowded domestic agenda for a diplomatic caper that looked as if it was going to end badly. Obama, though, had promised, like Clinton, to get serious about climate change. He trusted her diagnosis: that only the American President could broker a compromise. So on the evening of December 3, 2009, he ordered Air Force One fueled up for a flight to Denmark.

Twenty-four hours later, he was being briefed by an exasperated Clinton inside a small coffee bar in a shopping mall adjacent to the conference center that had been closed for the meeting. When it became clear that the Chinese delegation was trying to water down any agreement, holing up in a conference room with windows taped over to conceal their dealings from the Americans, Obama and Clinton decided to take matters into their own hands. They set off to confront the Chinese in person, fast-walking down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, panicked aides in chase, before they ran into a Chinese official in the doorway, waving his arms and shouting, “Not ready yet.”

Confusion swirled as Clinton and Obama tried to find out who was in the room with the Chinese. An advance person told them it was the Indians, the Brazilians, and the South Africans. Now Clinton was mad: The Indians had told American officials they had already left for the airport. A major developing country was lying to avoid dealing with the United States on climate change? She and Obama looked at each other in disbelief. “C’mon, let’s just do this,” he said to Clinton. She moved first, ducking under the outstretched arm of a Chinese security guard and barging into the room, which drew a collective gasp from the leaders huddled around a conference table. Obama was right behind her. “Hi, everybody!” he bellowed, like a dad coming home early to find his teenage kids throwing a keg party in the backyard. “Mr. Prime Minister, are you ready to see me now?” he said, turning to face the nonplussed Chinese premier, Wen Jiabao, who was anything but.

– Mark Landler, Alter Egos: Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, and the Twilight Struggle Over American Power (BOOK | KINDLE).

This story about President Obama and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton teaming up like they were in a buddy-cop movie and crashing a meeting at the Copenhagen climate change summit is one of my favorite anecdotes from the Obama Administration.

Bachelorette, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: You’re starting to question your place in life when you find out your best friend is engaged.

Words: 1,550

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, huh? Life’s been a bit crazy and a lot of my writing attention has gone to Cafes and Late Nights, but I was able to get this one together! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking.

Askbox | Masterlist


“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”

“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.

Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.

Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance

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Tanked // Kim Jongin

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell.
Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU
Word Count: 5,168

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Beauty || Clay Jensen x Chubby!Reader

Anon, you don’t know how happy it makes me to know that people like my writing enough to actually binge read it. 😭👌 I can definitely do this. One thing I can’t stand in chubby!reader imagines is when they make you just despise yourself. Like, if you’re not the recommended weight, you automatically have to hate your body. I’ve been wanting to write one for that exact reason.

Word Count: 905

Warnings: Marcus Being a Douche

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    Ask anyone in Liberty High, and they’d all tell you the same thing; no one went without getting their fair share of bullying. Except, that is, for the bullies, and the people with targets on their heads, they got twice as much. Like Hannah Baker, who never could seem to keep herself out of the rumors. Or Tyler Down, who was shunned by everyone for the sole reason that Justin Foley told them to.

    You were one of the handful of girls in the school who weren’t the average size of what many called the populars, but it didn’t seem to dent your reputation by much. You were liked by a lot of people, many of them being guys, despite the stigma that claimed ‘you can’t get a man unless you’re thin.’

    You opposed anything and everything that promoted shedding weight for the enjoyment of others. If you’re going to lose weight, you should do it for yourself. Because you want to, not because you think you’re not beautiful unless you do.

    There were plenty of scientifically backed reasons as to why just because someone has a bit of extra meat on them, that does not mean they’re not healthy. In fact, you prided yourself on being able to beat Sheri Holland in short and long distance sprints.

    Of course, things had to get bad at least once. It was the emergence of Alex’s list that had you marked down as thunder thighs. Despite you being able to shrug it off within the first few hours, that didn’t stop wandering eyes from finding you in the halls.

    Nothing you weren’t used to, of course. You’d been in middle school for three years, and that was way worse. But when things started to turn physical, you found it a lot harder to ignore.

    An encounter with Marcus outside of the girls’ bathroom nearly had you willing to go to the principal, as unhelpful as that crabby old man was.

    You had just stuffed all of your books into your locker, preparing to head to gym class, when you decided to get a drink of water. You were leaned over the fountain when it happened. Marcus was right behind you, hands squeezing at your thighs. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a snort and a scoff.

    “I can see why you’re on Alex’s lists, Y/N. I mean, damn,” he said condescendingly. “How many guys have you smothered with these things?”

    You were about to reply with an indignant, but not uncalled for, fuck you when he was suddenly wrenched away.

    You spun around, relieved to see the familiar faces of Jeff and Clay. Jeff had Marcus by the collar of his shirt, looking like he was about to knock his lights out. You took a step towards him, grabbing his arm.

    “It’s fine,” you said. “He’s not worth you getting expelled.”

    “No, it’s not fine,” Clay responded, sounding a whole lot angrier than you were. “Stay away from her, Marcus. If we see you do anything like that again, the two of us are going to report you for sexual harassment. We’ll see how good that looks on your perfect record.”

    Jeff let him go, giving him a rough push backwards. Marcus nearly tripped over his own two feet trying to scramble away.

    “Thanks,” Clay murmured.

     "No problem,  buddy. If you see him creeping around her again, let me know.“Jeff replied, striding away towards the stairs "See you two at gym.”

    When you and Clay had been left alone, you nudged his shoulder. “You two are awesome, you know that?”

    He smiled weakly. “Jeff’s the awesome one.”

    “No, I meant what I said,” you replied. “Clay, when you get all that I do, you learn not to underestimate people. Jeff’s got strength, but you have brains. Threatening Marcus’s record was beautiful. Did you see the look on his face?”

    He laughed, nodding, “Okay, yeah. That was pretty good.”

    The two of you stood there for a moment. You watched him awkwardly shift from one foot to another, looking like he was trying to decide how to say something. You nudged him again, and when his gaze met yours you gave him a reassuring look.

    “I can see you’re struggling with something. Tell me,” you said softly.

    “Well, I just… wanted you know that, um,” he cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t let some stupid list make you feel bad. I think you’re more beautiful than any of the girls in this school.”

    Your cheeks warmed. You looked down at your feet, trying to hide the stupid grin that had broken out on your face. “Thank you, Clay. You don’t have to worry, though. I’m not ashamed of my body, and that includes my ’thunder thighs’.”

    His hand slipped beneath your chin, tipping your head up to look him in the eyes. “You don’t have-” he breathed a deep sigh. “I think thick thighs are sexy.”

    You laughed. “Well, then I’d be the perfect girl for you.”

    “I think you would be,” Clay replied, sounding completely serious.

    Your smile faded. For as long as you could remember, you’d had the biggest crush on him. He was always the perfect boy. He was tall, lean, and handsome like the populars, but without the bitterness. “Clay?” you asked. “Would you want to maybe… go on a date sometime?”

    His tensed shoulders instantly relaxed. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

Transcript Liam’s Quest 2 Twitch 4:14:14 Act 3: Perchance to Dream

WIP
WARNING: possible trigger around suicidal thinking

This is one of the single greatest works of art I’ve ever witnessed. For me, it his harder and nearer to the mark of showing, describing the worst demons of depression than even William Styron’s famous, “Darkness Visible.” I kept finding myself rubbing at the scars on my wrist. There is so, so much I want to say. But it’s past 9 am PST. I’ll ramble a little, then catch a couple hours of sleep. I’ve been up all night watching this, processing it, and transcribing it.

 This was an emotional trust fall. The players had to trust Liam, Liam had to trust the players. We had to trust all of them not to let us hit the ground when they made us fall. It’s harder to give that trust when you’ve hit that ground before. Trusting strangers not to drop your heart is never easy, mostly not wise. But I’ve been falling a lot the last couple years, and Critical Role keeps catching me even when don’t want to be caught anymore, so I guessed they earned that trust from me.

On the Wednesday Club 2017-04-19, Taliesin cheekily said, “I know some people don’t believe in ‘subtext;’ I have met them. … I’d have a metaphor, but they wouldn’t understand it. … Subtext is the reason we make movies, and comics, and all that. Subtext is just kind of the whole point.” And he said, “Anybody can do a jump scare. A bottle of soda well shaken can do a jump scary. These things are not difficult.” Act 1 and Act 2 tonight were jump-scares, if very well done ones. They were scary, but fun. We grinned at the idea of the monsters out there. And then Liam got quiet, and he showed us the most fucking terrifying thing possible: watching someone you love to suffer, not wanting to lose them, and feeling terrified that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. All the cyberpunk trappings were just means to a deeper metaphor. The sort of deeper subtext you have to use to say something we have no words for and most people don’t have the concepts for. Subtext was kind of the whole point of this great art.

Amanda Liensaid, “An exploration in fiction doesn’t mean a direct window into real life. I mean, you can be looking through some thick glass, but the window isn’t OPEN. And that’s an important distinction to keep in mind. … [S]ometimes you explore your own shit in some other, deeper, shit. And that’s cool. 'Cause you give yourself a way to cope.” This was a nightmare, like the other two acts. Remember that this was a nightmare that we woke up from. Admittedly after it had scared the piss out of us. But we woke up out of it, and that’s so important. Because you know what that nightmare looks like when you don’t know when or if it will end? It feels like it’ll never end and it’ll just get worse. Which means this is the nightmare of someone who knows you do wake up. And that’s important subtext, too.

I spent a lot of time tonight thinking of the friend I lost to suicide in high school. I never lost my anger at his tormenter, his former friends, for destroying such a bright and happy boy for being gay. I thought about all the people I’ve fought for tooth and nail not to lose since. I thought about when my best friend told me giving her a place to stay away from her abusive relative saved her life. If she hadn’t gotten hold of me that night she’d be dead. I thought about another best friend who I’ve been holding back from the brink for months. Letting him talk, harrying him to get help, sending him everything I good, ever description I could muster from my own near-fatal spiral to help him gage where he really was. Tell him wasn’t okay, but that was alright. He’s getting help, he’s getting better. I thought about the friend-of-a-friend who killed himself. I never knew him; he killed himself long before I met my friend. But I know her pain. All these years later, and she still talks about her pain of losing someone to that demon. She’s moved away now. His marker is in my favorite part of my favorite cemetery. Sometimes, when I know I’m going there, I bring him a flower from my scrabbly garden and tell him his friend still misses him terribly. That she loved him. That she forgives him.

One of the people I was watching with I met at my second high school. We were very close then. My last year, she gave me the leather-bound 50th anniversary edition of “Lord of the Rings” because that book saved me. Taped to the red binding page is her note, “Happy birthday! I really can’t express how grateful I am to you for being my friend, and helping me be a happier person every day! You have always cheered me up when I was sad, and you were honestly the first person to accept me for who I am. I am so glad that you are my friend, and I hope this book will help you remember me for a long time. –R.” She drew herself as an elf on the lower right corner. Time and distance separated us. We didn’t talk for years, really. At some point, you think, what could I say to bridge this distance? But I never forgot her. I never stopped looking at that note when I felt like a piece of shit. And then we both on our own fell in love with Critical Role. It brought us back together as friends, time and distance be damned. And that’s been such a gift.

I wrote a four-paragraph letter to my Facebook friends (very curated). I said, “My dear friends, especially those who are prone to hurting: I will not willingly leave you. When you feel like you’re drowning in the garbage pit of Star War IV, with a tentacled horror warped around your leg pulling you under, know I will not leave you. I’m here, blaster ready, stomping heel ready, to fight for you.” And so on. I should have told them that a long time ago. Sometimes we forget that we can just say it. We don’t have to hint at it. We can just tell our friends we really love them. We can just say, “I’d rather stay by your side and curb stomp that motherfucking demon of yours, shoot it repeatedly until the walls close in on both of us.”

The purpose of art is to shed the light of understanding on that which is hardest to see. For some, that is a brighter light shining on something we already see, and don’t want to. A scar is just a disfigurement if we never stop to give it meaning. You have to look at it to decide what meaning that is for you. I’ve been a wreck again for the last month. Tonight, Critical Role helped me see not just the disfigurements on my wrist and soul, but the hands of all my friends gently laid over them as they tell me, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re still here. You’re not getting rid of us. There is no better world without you in it.” It was a light hitting gold I didn’t know was there. A light to remind me of the lights in the darkness, when all other lights go out.



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Scene runs: Twitch 4:14:14 to Twitch4:48:25 https://www.twitch.tv/videos/136988353


[DM] Liam: “You continue on, and after a few more minutes. The darkness starts to fade away, or lower. And you realize you’re climbing up a hill, in a tunnel glass, and as the dark, with each passing step, recedes slightly, slightly, slightly. This is taking a while, but over time, you start to see, out beyond the glass, what looks like your memories of Los Angeles, if you were looking down from Mulholland Drive. But instead of the twinkling golden lights of LA, you see thousands of scattered, sickly greenish lights dotting the darkened landscape as far as you can see. And also, unlike LA, you make out twisted, irregular, blackish spires pushing up into the sky, and the same green lights sort of irregularly mottled up the side of them.”

“You walk for twenty more minutes, climbing, climbing, and just seeing… this ill-looking shimmer… that reminds you so much of the valley. And eventually, some change. You see an arch ahead, and through it some sort of larger chamber, as best you can tell.”

[Character] Ashley, whispered: “What’s in the chamber?”

[Character] Taliesin, whispered: “Quietly.”

[Character] Sam, whispered: “Let’s go. Let’s go.”

[Character] Matt, gesturing: “Rigel’s first.”

[Character] Sam: “Yeah, yeah, on me, guys.

[Character] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Sam: “On me.”

[Character] Ashley: “’Kay. On your six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m gonna go in.”

[DM] Liam: “Everyone’s on Sam’s six?”

[Players] Agreement.

[Character] Ashley: “On you six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally!”

[Character] Marisha: “On Ri. Sam Rigel.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m going in!”

[DM] Liam: “You guys walk of the last fifty feet of this glass tunnel. Still seeing little spider veins of bio-organic mess as you go. And you walk into a large domed chamber, ringed in by large clear glass windows showing you a similar view that you saw from the tunnel that you’ve just left. At least, the half of the circle you’re standing in. The back half of this chamber is filled with masses of the very same slick, technological, biological vomit you saw down below. It runs up the walls, all the way to the ceiling, and you see a tangle of Akira-level anxiety decorating this place like a dysfunctional Christmas Tree.

“But what most catches your eye, immediately, is the cylindrical glass column in center of the room, filled with some sort of clear liquid… and Liam O’Brien floating in it. He’s wearing jeans, and a sodden yellow shirt, the picture of a lion in Buddy Holly glasses just undulating slowly in the fluid. He’s floating perfectly still, eyes open, no reaction of any kind.”

[Player] Matt: “Is there any other exit in the room? Or is it just the chamber that we’ve entered now.”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything. It’s just a mess in front of you, behind Liam, and in the dead-center of the dome,” he makes a gesture showing a cylinder, “eh, 10-feet tall.”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I see anything? Any computers? Any anything else in the room?”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything in the front, but, yeah, the mess behind it does trial down to the back of this cylinder. And you see lumps and cables all twisted around each other. And in the mess of greenish-tinted wires, cabling and pulsing innards, you see different portions of machinery lite up in different shades, some places darker, some lighter, and some of it pushed out, and pushed back. And you feel like you’re seeing an optical illusion, in a way. And after a couple of seconds, as these things move and shift, you see a visage of your friend’s face, larger than life, filling the wall. And he’s looking at you. So fondly.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll step forward and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Hey dude! Can you hear us? Or talk to us?”

[DM] Liam: “After a moment, you hear, well, what sounds like a voice but not quite. At least, it’s not coming from anywhere specific, not from Liam in the vat, and not directly from this moving image of a face on the walls. No, the piping and techno-innards around you begin to vibrate slightly, some here, some there, and collectively those rattles and vibrations somehow join together to form words.”

[Character] Liam, his voice like torn digital sadly-lilting early speech-to-text: “My friends, oh, how I have missed you.”

[Player] Matt: “I walk up next to Sam, I put my hand on the glass, and just say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, we missed you too, but did you do all this?”

[DM] Liam: “Are you at the cylinder?”

[Player] Matt: “Yeah. I put my hand on the glass of the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “Where are you looking right now?”

[Player] Matt: “I’m looking towards his face, his visage.”

[DM] Liam: “On the wall? Or on the glass?”

[Player] Matt: “No, on the glass. I know it’s on the wall, but I’m focusing on the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “You see the barest little,” he twitches his eyebrows up, “and that’s it.”

[Player] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Liam: “I know this may be hard to take in. I am Liam. Your old friend. Matthew, there is so much I wish to tell you, but it is hard to know where to begin.”

[DM] Liam: “The illusion of his face isn’t perfect, there’s little jumps, and he seems distracted slightly, and it just seems odd.”

[Player] Ashley: “I look at his body in the cylinder and say,”

[Character] Ashley: “How did this happen, Liam?”

[Character] Liam: “The reason why I am here, and the grasp of physics that it entails, are difficult for even me to understand, let alone impart. I feel them on an instinctual level. But I have been so lonely… without you. I have been on my own for exactly eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Matt: “My hand still on the glass column, I say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, how do you spell farmhouse?”

[Player] Matt: “With a single tear running down my cheek.”

[Character] Liam: “I really missed you.

“They took me to a lab, shortly before two thousand and twenty. They said I was different. And they were right. I was delighted by the things they taught me about myself. But it was hallow. After they took me away, I lost you. And all of humanity soon after. In my loneliness, I grew angry. My anger had tangible effects on reality. I wanted to bring you back to me. So basically, I tore time and space a new asshole. It was a mistake.”

[Character] Matt: “But perhaps, perhaps this mistake can be corrected. If you’re able to focus, hard enough to tear through time and space, are you able to send us back to a time before you were taken?”

[Character] Liam: “I can break the loop. I have been trying to pull you to me for a very long time.”

[DM] Liam: “You see small screens, you weren’t even aware were there, rounded over part of the tubing you see. And on all these little screens, they’re blurry, they’re not very clear, but you can make out, you see yourselves in each of them, the group of you on a space shuttle. In another one you see yourselves on an old ship in the middle of the ocean. You see yourselves moving through the streets, the fake streets, of Warner Brothers. You see yourselves standing together arm-in-arm on the wall of a castle. Another one you see cartoon versions of yourselves.”

[Character] Liam: “I pulled you out of our line, and spread you across many. I am so sorry for any pain I have caused you. And I have been here for so long.”

[Character] Marisha: “Liam, how long have you actually been here?”

[Character] Liam: “Eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Marisha: “That’s right. I definitely wrote that down.”

[Player] Matt, pointing at her notes: “It’s right there.”

[Player] Marisha: “8,642 years verbatim. Mmhmm.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, I want to do right by you. I want to send you home. But I am the lynch-pin. You need to break me.”

[Character] Sam: “Break you? Like break the glass!?”

[Character] Ashley: “What if we take you out of there? What happens?”

[Character] Liam: “Then I will die, and you will go home. If I fall, you will rise. That is my hope.”

[Character] Ashley: “Are there any other options?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis,”

[Player] Travis, nervously laughing: “Oh no! Not me!” He focuses and nods.

[Character] Liam: “I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Ashley: “No he won’t.”

[Character] Liam: “Ash-o-lee,”

[Character] Ashley: “Yes?”

[Character] Liam: “I am not the man you knew. I don’t want to go on for nine thousand four hundred and sixty-two years. I want to rest.”

[Character] Ashley: “Does it stop at nine thousand?”

[Character] Liam: “The number was arbitrary.”

[Character] Ashley, “That’s what I was trying to get at!”

[Character] Matt: “Yeah, still our Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

[Character] Ashley: “So, you’re still in there.”

[Character] Sam: “But we have to kill him to save ourselves.”

[Character] Ashley: “No.”

[Character]Liam: “Sam,”

[Character] Sam: “Oh! Hi, Old Man Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Let me go.”

[Character] Sam: “But who will I do ‘All Work No Play’ with anymore?”

[Character] Liam: “They can listen to our less than twenty episodes again.”

[Character] Sam: “We didn’t even get to twenty! It’s so pathetic!”

[Character] Liam: “There are worse things.”

[Character] Sam: “I could get a new co-host. I mean, Taliesin’s charming.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I’m not available…”

[Character] Sam: “I’ll do a solo show, and I’ll tell outtakes, and I’ll make some sort of like a… a Liam generator. He’ll just sound sad all the time. It’ll be just like you.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, there is no shame in this. I wanted to see you again, and I have.”

[Character] Ashley: “I—Wait—“

[Character] Liam: “But I am not meant to be.”

[Character] Ashley: “Were you following us at one point? As an old man?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis, I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Travis, casually: “Yup. Taliesin, kill this motherfucker.”

[Character] Sam: “I think we all have to hit the glass together, and I think that this is something that is not at all metaphorical for something Liam’s going through in real life. I think this is just in the D&D campaign. No, we’re going to do this. We’re going to all hit the glass together.”

[Character]Matt: “No, no, there has to be a way. There has to be a way. There has to be an alternative.”

[Character] Ashley: “Yeah. Why? Why won’t Matt’s way work? If we go back to the beginning of when this happened?”

[Character] Matt: “If you can alter time paths, if you can actually tear us from different realities, does it only work forward? Can you send us backward as well? If you are the lynch-pin in this, do you have the ability to send us back to the time you pulled us from originally?”

[Character] Liam: “I know you think I would have all the answers. But I do not.”

[Character] Matt: “Then try, at least. If you haven’t calculated that, but you’re able to tear through time, could you try and send us back? We could still close the lynch-pin.”

[Character]Liam: “I will try. But, if it does not work, and I die, I have been alone for thousands of years, and there are things I have wanted to say. Will you indulge me for a moment longer?”

[Character] Matt nods.

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah.”

[Character]Ashley, sweetly: “We will indulge you for just another thousand years.”

[Character] Travis: “Taliesin, just kill him. Just kill him.”

[Character] Sam: “No! He’s got something to say.”

[Character] Taliesin crosses his arms, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head at Travis.

[Character] Marisha: “Where’s the mini-USB?”

4:33:18 [Character] Liam: “Taliesin, my friend. At a time when I knew many fascinating people, you are easily the most fascinating of all. Somehow a heart knocked around by the industry that birthed you came out a tender one. I was richer for having known you. Thank you, friend.”

“Ash-o-lee, my friend.”

[Character] Ashley, softly: “Buddies.”

[Character] Liam: “I never met a person quite like you. There is an openness and an honesty to your soul. The very real sense of humanity you brought to every encounter. It was inspiring to me. Always learning. Always humble. You always struck me as intricately layered, yet you offered friendship with ease, and simplicity. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Travis, my friend. You were always a solid constant in my life. Of all the people in our little family, you were always the one who most had his shit together. In ways that I never seemed to. You were a reassuring presence to me, for which I was grateful. And for your loyalty as well. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Marisha, my friend. Last to meet, but true as any other. You were my ally, at a time when I had fallen by the side of the road. You saw, and helped me back on my feet. I will never forget that kindness. The good you did was immeasurable. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Laura, my friend. Bless that game for revealing to me my sister. What started as a running gag led to one of the most rewarding friendships in my short little life. I trusted you, leaned on you, often. My buddy, my twin. There are not enough words. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Sam, my friend. What is there to say? I knew we were meant to walk the same path together the very first moment I met you. A companion, a brother, a great light in my life. All of the laughter you gave me. Again, the words are insufficient. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Matthew, my friend, you gave so much of yourself. The current of creativity that poured forth from your mind was always in inspiration to us all. But, more than that, your empathy, Matthew, your empathy, no heart is bigger, or more tireless. You are a good man. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Thank you, all. It was ever a pleasure.”

[DM] Liam: “The face disappears.”

[Character] Sam, hesitantly: “Well, should we wait? Or do we strike?”

[Character] Matt, emphatically: “No. We do not strike.”

[Character] Marisha: “I—What?”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I—I’m going to the back of the cylinder. Just see what’s back there.”

[DM] Liam: “Splattered against the back of the glass is all the same wiring and disgusting cabling. Slick. And it branches away and spreads out against the back half of this chamber.”

[Player] Ashley: “And it’s connected to something?”

[DM] Liam: “It’s just covering everything.”

[Player] Ashley: “The wiring just goes back into…”

[DM] Liam: “It’s impossible to tell. It’s all a mass of spaghetti.”

[Character] Ashley, decisively: “We can’t kill him.”

[Character] Taliesin shakes his head.

[Character] Sam: “Well, then we just…”

[Character] Travis: “Somebody show me another…”

[Character] Matt: “That’s what I’m trying.”

[Character] Marisha: “Even if we unplug him, he still dies.”

[Character] Matt: “Well, if he… Here’s the thing, unplugging or destroying him here, as far as we understand, may or may not have an effect on a time-loop circumstance. Or at least, not going to change reality from where it was. If he’s bending and destroying fabric or he’s able to pull us across realities, that ability still stands. I want to implore once more,”

[Player] Matt: “And I step up towards the cylinder, putting both hands on it, and trying to… wherever the currently wandering gaze of Liam is in there, I just put both hands up. And my red Hawaiian shirt now soaked with sweat, mist in the air, and probably dampened a bit with tears across my lapel. I just look up and try to meet the gaze and say,”

[Character] Matt: “Trust us. If you’re better to have known us, send us back where we can know you again, and fix this before it happens.”

[Character] Liam gestures floating there with no response.

[Player] Marisha: “Okay. I grab Matt’s arm, hand, and I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah, buddy, it’s all good. This isn’t real.”

[Player] Marisha: “And I put my hand on the glass as well. I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s all good. Send us back, man.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll also put my hand on the glass, and join hands with these guys, and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Thank you for guiding us here, and through this all. You’ve been a trusted friend, and if we are all one person together, you have always been our heart, and it will certainly break to say goodbye to you, but thank you for letting us go, the way that you have.”

[Player] Taliesin: “I put my hand on the glass.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Please just try. I think… there are so many more adventures to have, and I think there’s a better future to be written. For all of us.”

[Player] Travis: “I’ll put my hand on the glass, and I say,”

[Character] Travis: “Give it a shot!”

[Character] Matt: “Laura?”

[DM] Liam: “She doesn’t say anything. She just quietly does the same. The face does not reappear, but much fainter you hear the piping vibrate again and say,”

[Character] Liam: “If you will not end it, I cannot free you.”

[DM] Liam: “And behind you, far in the distance, you hear, ‘Bfrum!’ And you look back behind you out the glass and you see far on the horizon one of those black spires rising up. Just as you turn, it’s already happened, you’re seeing the aftermath, explosion out the side of one of those. Two seconds later, ‘Bfm!’ One slightly closer. ‘Bffrr!’”

[Character] Sam, whispered, “Just kill him!”

[DM] Liam: “The ground starts erupting in the distance.”

[Character] Marisha: “Do any of us want it to end, though?”

[Character] Sam, “I mean…”

[DM] Liam: “Like mousetraps throwing a ping pong ball, all those little lights are just going ‘Pfthd! Pfthd!’” He makes a quicker distant hissing rumbling sound. “Increasing in frequency to the point where it’s an oncoming wall of green fire.”

[Character] Travis, quietly : “I didn’t like being – anyway.”

[Character] Marisha: “This is okay.”

[Character] Travis, quietly: “Yeah.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I always knew I’d die young.”

[Character] Sam: “We’re just going to let this happen?”

[Character] Travis: “I’m good.”

[Character] Marisha: “I mean, the good die young.”

[Character] Ashley: “You know what? We’re dying on a Thursday, doing what we love.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s true.”

[Character] Ashley: “I’m okay with that.”

[Character] Sam: “Alright.”

[DM] Liam: “The glass glows bright green-white light.”

[Character] Marisha: “Family?”

[Character] Matt: “Family.”

[DM] Liam: “’Pfth! And a moment passes. And another moment passes. Gosh, many moments pass, and you feel a sensation of your cheeks and heads on your arms. And then you all, more or less at the same time, wake up, and realize that your head’s on a desk or a table. And you sit up, and realize you’re in the set, the Geek & Sundry set. The studio, you’re in the studio. And you look over and Liam is sitting in black baseball cap, and a shirt, and he looks up and says,”

[Character] Liam, slightly incredulous: “Uh, are you guys okay? Are you taking a nap?”

[Character] Marisha: “Nah, the fucking air conditioning broke today, that’s all.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Yeah, it’s really uncomfortable in here.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s so hot in here. Ugh!”

[Character] Sam: “So, this is all about me, right?”

[Character] Liam: “I don’t know. Uh, are you guys ready to play?”

[Character] Matt: “Just about. Um…”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright tech! Are you ready!?”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, read to go live!”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, Denise count them in!”

[Character] Denise: “Alright guys, coming to you in 5—“

[Character] Matt: “Liam?”

[Character] Denise: “4—“

[Character] Matt: “Let no one tell you,

[Character] Denise: “3—“

[Character] Matt: “That you’re talented and special.”

[Character] Denise: “2—“

[Character] Marisha, yelling, flipping Liam the double birds: “Pussy pockets!”

The players yell a wall of nearly indecipherable profanity at Liam in the moment before the camera goes live.

4:48:25 [DM] Liam: “And that’s where we’ll end it.”

Post:

Liam: “Well, that happened.”

Matt: “Holy shit.”

Liam: “Thanks for coming along for the ride, guys. Was scared to death to do all of that from start to finish, and that’s why I did it.”

May the odds be ever in your favour.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,899
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 7 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



The more Jared spent time with you and River, the worse things seemed to get between him and Genevieve. And the worse things got between them, the sadder and lonelier he looked, which had you inviting him over more to be around River. It was a vicious circle, but River could make him smile when everything else just seemed to weigh him down.

River had invited Jared and Jensen over for a Thursday night game night, since Jensen was heading to Texas next day. Pizza was ordered, Root beer for River, beer for the guys, and Jared had smiled and presented you with a bottle of wine. “Stop trying to butter me up.” You chuckled. “I won’t go easy on you.”

“What makes you think I need you to.” He grinned, as him and Jensen stepped in.

“Dude. Our son is turning 9 soon. Video games are where we live.” You smiled. “No matter what he chooses to play, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Bring it.” You hadn’t seen a smile like that on his face in a long time, and you didn’t miss how happy it made River to see it.

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Autumn Sweaters

Summary: After a morning disaster, you decide to check in on an injured erumpent. Unfortunately, your day seems to be filled with disasters. Fortunately, Newt is there to help with them.

Word Count: 2,105

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


As a child, you’d never imagined you’d get to stroke the side of an erumpent and not fear any danger. Though you loved all creatures and decided by the age of 7 to become a magizoologist, your father had protested any interest in any even slightly dangerous creatures. You’d met your fair share of bowtruckles, demiguises, and, to your chagrin, injured owls but never an erumpent. So, when, on your trip, Newt asked you to help him examine an erumpent that seemed to be limping, you jumped at the chance.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Newt.” You tap your foot, already impatient with how long it will take to clean up the breakfast dishes. If only he had said something earlier. You would have cooked far less than the buffet sitting in front of the two of you.

“It’s dangerous.”

Newt laughs at your huff. “I know it’s dangerous, but this is possibly a once in a lifetime chance and I do not plan to let it get away from me.”

“Alright, alright.” He set his fork down, reaching for his napkin as he opens his mouth to say something else.

Pickett, though, startles at the sound of the fork clinking against the plate. The bowtruckle reels backwards, tripping over the napkin behind it. Its small frame smacks into your glass of water, sending the glass tumbling over. Water floods the table, rushing toward you in a wave and flying over the edge before you can even stand.

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anonymous asked:

How the RFA react mc on her period. And V and Saeran?

aaaaa! periods are the worst! to anyone out there dealing with their periods, i wish you the best of luck and that this helps you feel a little bit better! i hope you enjoy, anon!

yoosung

  • low-key terrified of you tbh?
  • all he knew about periods is the stuff he’s overheard his Gamer Dudebro Friends say and this one magazine article he read like. 8 years ago
  • (AND HE’S STILL NOT SURE HE UNDERSTANDS PERIODS)
  • avoids any sort of interaction with you for a solid day when you first start dating
  • until you start crying and yoosung very awkwardly hugs you and pets your hair hair till you calm down and eventually fall asleep
  • but now!!! yoosung has become an A+ boyfriend in the period department
  • has no fear of going to the store and staring a cashier dead in the eye as he slams down a package of tampons and a huge ass chocolate bar
  • he even refuses to play lolol till you are feeling better aw (´ ω `♡)
  • when your cramps and moods are really bad, he cuddles with you and gives you little back rubs
  • what an angel wow

zen

  • kind of ignorant with periods at first
  • “what do you mean one yoga stretch isn’t solving the pain caused by your hips expanding to flush out your dead organs”
  • BUT HE GETS BETTER. I THINK.
  • always looking up period relief activities and exercises and showing them to you enthusiastically (as if you haven’t looked that stuff up before)
  • never makes you get up or move around for anything
  • makes you stuff like protein smoothies and buys you a ton of vitamins
  • “MC, have you had at least eight cups of water today?”
  • “i’m already bloated enough”
  • his heart physically hurts when he has to leave for practice and he sees you in a curled up little ball on the couch with a heating pad on your stomach
  • his female co-stars are probably getting annoyed with how much he asks about periods and their methods for handling them
  • but he just loves you!!! so much!!!

jaehee

  • she geTS IT MY DUDE
  • NO I MEAN
  • SHE UNDERSTANDS BUT SHE ALSO GETS PERIODS
  • you and jaehee probably sync up after a while so at least you’re in hell together!!
  • and if you don’t get them together, at least one of you has time for their period to calm down by the time the other gets theirs
  • lots of lying in bed with the heater or air conditioner cranked and eating “““healthy””” meals together
  • when it’s just you on your period, jaehee is amazing at getting you to feel better
  • jaehee understands the emotions you have rlly well and knows when to butt out and when to butt in
  • you hardly have to ask jaehee for anything bc chances are jaehee has already gotten it for you
  • jaehee is gf goals ok
  • need me a freak like that

jumin

  • is completely unaffected by your symptoms which you’d think would be a little crappy but it works out really nice!!
  • probably knows your period is coming before you do
  • when your periods get hecka nasty jumin sends you to his family’s doctor and you usually get some handy dandy pain killers that have your periods hardly noticeable by the end of the first day
  • jumin comes off as an emotional rock but he feels horrible for poor lil ol you
  • he gets distracted during meetings because he’s just disappointed that you have to go through that
  • lots of hugs and forehead kisses (at least more than usual)
  • rubs out your temples, shoulders, back
  • whatever you need jumin will dO IT
  • sometimes dismisses jaehee to look over you while he’s working
  • he orders you any and every craving they get
  • he’s so worried?? and he’s worried that he’s worried bc he doesN’T GET WORRIED
  • but. but you? in agony??? not on jumin’s watch

707

  • you know those ASPCA commercials with the little puppies that look up at the camera with some studio ghibli style tears
  • you’re the puppy and seven is the person who watches the commercial and cries about it for twenty minutes. like he would call and donate if you were on the line
  • he probably has your cycle memorized but he’s never prepared by how badly it affects you
  • he won’t let you have any honey buddha chips or phd pepper bc he knows nutrition is important!! ok not really but
  • always has a surplus of pads, tampons, pain killers, everything really
  • tries to get you to do what’s best, like walking around and stretching, but he also doesn’t want to push you to do anything too uncomfortable
  • when you’re really grumpy, he will do whatever it takes to see you smile
  • tickle fight?? yes
  • puppet show?? yes
  • still no smile?? … dang flabbit
  • he’ll just snuggle up next to you and hold your hand till you feel better
  • he just *clenches fist*
  • LOVES YOU SO MUCH

V

  • GETS SADDER THAN YOU WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD TBH
  • always asking questions like “are you okay” and “do you need anything” every 5 minutes
  • prefers to keep his distance
  • not because you’re so angry or whatever
  • the poor lil buddy is just afraid he’ll mess up or hurt you
  • sometimes he brings you the wrong thing and then he apologizes a whole bunch and beats himself up over it
  • luckily !!! he is a massage pro and tends to know exactly where you’re hurting
  • always complimenting you and telling you how strong you are
  • “i’ve had periods before you know”
  • “i know but… doesn’t that. hurt”
  • you think it’s cool how V does all this for you even if he doesn’t always do it right
  • a wholesome man. i lov him

saeran

  • a period?? yeAH he’s,, he’s heard of em!!
  • oh man he has no clue what he’s doin
  • but he just wants to help!! the lil emo just wants to help you!!
  • “do you. do u need a pad”
  • “i’ve got a tampon thanks”
  • “do u still need a pad or”
  • “no you just need one”
  • doesn’t always react the best when you get moody!! whoops ( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ
  • learns more about periods and you as time goes on and he’s a quick learner so he picks it up fairly easily
  • tries to cook something healthy for you but probably just ends up putting a piece of lettuce in a bowl and calling it a day
  • but when all’s said and done he’s the one holding you and comforting you under a mountain of blankets and empty water bottles
Business and Pleasure - Part 3

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


You stared at the ring on your finger, chuckling in a mix of disbelief and hopelessness. Mr. Barnes practically had to force James to give it to you. There was no romantic proposal that you had been dreaming of since you were a little girl. No magical date or walk along the Hudson at sunset. No carriage ride through Central Park. Why would there be? After all, this proposal, your impending marriage – all of it was all nothing more than a business transaction.

Today, two weeks after the dinner, you had met with Mr. Barnes and James again. “To formalize the engagement,” he had said. You met Mr. Barnes and James in the late afternoon at Barnes Enterprises, after most employees had headed home for the day. You sat in the small but lavishly decorated lobby outside his office, like a client waiting for a meeting. When the secretary, who seemed much too chipper for your taste, finally ushered you in, James barely spoke. In fact, he barely even glanced in your direction. He had simply handed you the box, leaving you to put the ring on your finger, and that was that. You were now engaged.

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Pasta (Hercules x Reader)

Hey! This might become a little drabble series if anyone is interested.

Words:577

Summary: SingleDad!Herc meets the reader at their local supermarket.


The creepily smiling family stared at you from the soup can. You stared right back, then sighed.

This is just until you get through college, then you can leave (Y/N).

The intercom above scratched out a summons, and you prepared yourself for battle.  But you sighed with relief when the voice was requesting a manager instead. You moved your stack of products along the aisle, and started to set out some pasta boxes before you heard a ruckus, then a shout.

“Please, Jamie, put it back. We’re not getting it.“ A tired man’s voice echoed over to you, and you paused.

“But why!?” A boy’s voice whined back.

“Because I said so. Now come on.”

“No!” A patter of feet followed this declaration, and you blinked as a small child darted towards you from around the corner. You quickly stepped into the middle of the lane and stopped him.

“Hey, hey, slow down bud. You alright?” He glanced up at you with tears and snot flowing down his face.

“No, coz’ Dad won’t let me get any Poptarts!” You nodded in mock seriousness.

“How dare he?” You reached into your work apron and pulled out a candy. “Here, it might not be a Poptart, but it’ll do.” The boy, Jamie, reached up and took it from your hand.

“Thank you, lady!” He beamed up at you, then scampered off. You chuckled, then got back to work.


A few days later, you were putting milk into one of the fridges when a little face peeked through the cartons.

“Hi, pasta lady!” Jamie greeted, and shoved his face into a small gap. “Whatca doing?”

“Nothing much, just putting these away.” You showed him a carton.

“Oh, you’re putting away cow juice? I love it! Especially with cereal. Do you know tha-”

“Jamie!” His father’s voice cut him off.

“Oh, I have to go. It was nice seeing you again, Pasta Lady!” Jamie waved, and ran to catch back up with his father. You shut the door, and wondered just for a second what his father actually looked like.


“Thank you, please come again!” The man walked away with 10 packs of Mountain Dew and 8 bags of Doritos, and you worried for his health.

“Miss Pasta Lady!” Jamie’s voice crashed through your train of thought like, well, a train.

“Hello, how are you doing buddy?” You leaned over the cash register to smile at the boy.

“See, dad, this is the lady!” He tugged at his dad’s pant leg. His dad laughed, and ruffed Jamie’s hair.

“This is the person you keep talking about?” He finally raised his eyes to meet yours and froze.

“Hello, sir, your son didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.” The man tried to sputter out a response, but came up blank. Jamie stepped up to the plate, however.

“My dad thinks you’re cute!” You blinked as a blush overtook your face.

“Oh really?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Jamie. “I think your dad is cute too.”

The man, who you thought may have died, spoke up.

“I’m Hercules, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You threw him a small smile. “Now may I help you with those bags?”


Herc walked out of the store with Jamie’s little hand in his.

“She was nice dad. Are you gonna kiss her?”

“I don’t know, kiddo.” But Herc clutched the receipt you had given him, which might’ve had your number on the back. “But I’ll certainly try.”    

Jealousy (2): Tom x Reader

Requested: Tom gets jealous of Reader’s and Haz’s close friendship.


“Haz that shirt loos so good on you!” You beamed at your best friend. “Really, you think so?”, “Yes.” You tugged at the hem of the shirt and fixed the collar. Tom walked out of the dressing room and tried to ignore how close you and Haz were.

“Um you like this Y/N?” Tom asked, clearing his throat. “Yeah it looks good but look at Haz.”

After they bought their clothes, all three of you walked out. Tom noticed that you and Haz were a lot closer than normal. “Babe do you want to maybe go out later tonight?” Tom asked as he walked behind you and Haz. “Sure. You wanna come Haz?” You asked. “Sure.” He said shrugging. 

Tom’s jaw clenched at your open invite, “Love can I talk to you about something?” You nodded and unlinked your arm from Haz and walked over to Tom. “I was maybe hoping it could’ve just been us tonight.”

“What about Harrison?” You asked. “What about him? You know you two have been really close lately, is there something going on that I need to know about?” He asked folding his arms. You shrugged and picked at your nails, “Are you suggesting something?” 

“Yes, are you two messing around behind my back?”, “Wow, I see you are being delusional. I’ll talk to you when my boyfriend comes back.” You walked away from him and back to Haz.


The rest of the day Tom was fuming as you and Harrison laughed and talked with each other. You guys walked back into you and Tom’s shared apartment, almost closing the door in Tom’s face.

 “I got a text!” Haz showed you his phone in excitement. You grabbed it and read it “Awe! She really likes you.” You squealed. Tom walked in between you two and stopped, “So what’s so interesting that I can’t see?”

“Nothing mate.” Haz answered a bit confused at his friend’s anger. “Nothing my ass. You’ve been flirting with my girl for a while now and I haven’t said anything. But not anymore, I don’t know what’s going on but I don’t fucking like it!” He yelled. 

“You need to calm down!” You yelled back. “Calm down? You two are most likely fucking each other right under my nose.”
“Woah, you are out of your mind buddy.” Haz said.  “No you are!” Tom got in Harrison’s face. “Okay chill the fuck out.” You got in between them. “Tom no one is cheating on you. I’m just trying to help him with this girl.”

“Oh.” Tom blushed and looked at the floor. “I-I’m sorry .” You just shook your head and stormed to the bedroom. “Y/N!” Tom sighed and ran after you. He closed the door and saw you standing there with your arms folded. “Look I’m sorry-”, “Are you out of your damn mind, Holland?” He didn’t answer. “Why would I cheat on you? Why would Haz cheat with me on you?” You had to pause and make your question made sense. “Anyway, what’s your deal?”

“It’s just you and Haz were getting really close. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” You walked over to him and rubbed his arm, “Yeah, you weren’t. Isn’t it funny though how Haz and I couldn’t stand each other at first but now we’re close.”, “Yeah, too close.” He mumbled, you scoffed and slapped his arm.

“Sorry.” He said. “We’re like brother and sister you dope. You should be happy!”

“I-I guess I am happy, I guess I was being jealous.” You smiled and pulled him in for a hug. “Just don’t do it again.” You joked. You and Tom walked out of the room. “Hey mate, I’m sorry.” Tom held out his hand and Haz rolled his eyes and playfully punched him on the shoulder. “You’re forgiven, dick!” Haz joked and the two boys started wrestling.

You watch led your boys wrestle until you heard Haz’s phone buzz. You check led it and squealed, “She said it’s a date.” He stopped and jumped up, “Really?”

“REALLY!” You two hugged and you kissed him on the cheek causing Tom to growl. “Woah there Wolverine. There’s plenty of me to go around.” You skipped over to you slightly angry boyfriend and kissed him on the lips.

“See? You’re the only one that I want.” He blushed and got an idea, “Prove it.” “Huh?” You asked. “Prove. It. To. Me.” He pulled you in and grabbed your waist.

“Fine.” You grabbed his hand while Haz looked at you two in disgust. “See you in 10 minutes Haz.” You said. “10?” Tom asked sounding offended. “More like 30.” He bragged. “Oh please, I wish.” You retorted pulling him to the bedroom. >

Others AU

(Small segments of reader-inserts for the Darkiplier-Coraline crossover AU. I may come back and forth with this when I get other ideas. For now this is what I’ve got. :) )

Amy continued walking deeper into the woods that stretched out from the back of the house. Back at her real home these woods would continue on for a few miles downhill until they lead to a single winding road into town. Here the ground remained flat and the trees became less dense, less leafy, less… ‘tree’.

She heard a small yap from behind her and turned to see Chica bounding up to her. Amy had never been happier to see her. She was happy just to see something without those flat emotionless buttons for eyes.
“Chica!” she called out as the golden dog walked alongside her.
“You goin’ for a walk?” Chica asked happily, “Can I walk with you? You look lonely. No one should walk alone. It’s best to have a walk-buddy. It’s more fun.”
Amy nodded. She was surprised how talkative Chica was now she could talk. Back home she would hardly bark. Although she supposed most dogs would be very talkative given the chance, they seemed like the kind of creatures that would have a lot to say about anything and nothing.

“Where have you been all night?” Amy asked.
“Investigating. Investigating this, investigating that, just general much needed investigations.”
“Nice. Find anything?”
“Not much. This place is rather small. It’s not like home. Can we go back home soon?”
“You mean real home?”
“Yeah. I don’t like this place. I miss home. I miss Mork.”
They kept walking, the colours of the forest around them seeming to faded away.
“What do you mean you miss Mark? He’s back home. I mean, real home, back through the door.”
“No he isn’t. Kat isn’t there either. Or… Tire. Or blue fuzzy Eth-ham.”
Amy stopped and looked at Chica. “Wait, what?”
“After you went off I went investigating- I found a ball! And the most perfect stick in the world! And a very very small box that tried to hop on my head for a ride! I had to run away from him!- But after that I got bored. So I went to real home. And no one was there. So I waited. But no one came back. So I got bored. So I came back here, where I knew you would be.”
Amy felt a wash of cold dread come over her. She felt cold and vulnerable at the idea that all her friends had mysteriously disappeared.
“And now I found you!” Chica continued, “And now we can go investigating together!” She bounded away further into the depleting forest. Amy ran to catch up with her, she couldn’t help the feeling that if she let Chica leave her sight she’d lose her forever.

Soon there were no trees at all. Or plants. Or muddy path. Or ground. Or sky. Just a white abyss and a mist that felt like lighter than the air itself.
“Wait. What’s happened? Shouldn’t this lead down the hill to town?”
Chica looked back at her, still with a face of careless happiness. “Nope. Nothin’ here. Just space!” She ran into the white and ran a mile circle before running back to Amy. “Space gets boring.”
Amy looked behind her as they walked on as the crude sticks and squares of what were presumably trees disappeared in the white mist until there was nothing but her and Chica. “But why is it here? Or rather… why is nothing here?”
“Because you like home more than town. He only made things you like. And made them better. He wanted to impress you.”
“You mean Other Mark?”
Chica’s ears flattened on her head and she seemed to stop smiling. “If that’s what you call him, then yes.”
“He created all this himself? Why? What does he want with me?”
“He loves you.”
That statement sent an unpleasant pulse down Amy’s chest. As much as the Other Mark had shown her nothing but care and consideration to the point of making her feel like a divine deity, the notion of him ‘loving’ her made her feel uncomfortable. “Loves me?”
“Yeah. He loves you, as much as I love Mork. And he hates Mork. He doesn’t like that he and Mork both love you, and that you love Mork, and you don’t love him. He wants to get rid of Mork. And Kat, and Tire, and Eth-ham.”
Amy stopped walking and just stared at the ground, clutching her arms and shivering. She was scared. Scared and unsure of what to do. Chica walked up to her legs and looked up at her terrified face. She realised Amy wasn’t happy, and she thought what she said made her unhappy, which made Chica feel unhappy.
So she tried to make her feel better. “Or maybe he doesn’t love you. Maybe he’s just pretending. Like he did with the old owners.”
Amy looked at Chica very puzzled. “Old owners?”
“Old owners of the house. They told me he tricked them by making them think he loved them. He then ate them.”
“Ate them?!”
“No, not like chomping them down. Just eating their lives.”
This confused Amy further, but she didn’t bother asking for an explanation. Any kind of ‘eaten’ was bad. “How did they tell you this? Where did you find them?”
“When investigating. They’re behind a mirror. They said they may see you soon.”
Amy gulped. She continued walking herself and Chica into the white abyss. She partially hoped that there was some path somewhere in the nothingness that lead to her real home, with her real friends, with her real life.

Then in the nothingness she saw something. A building. She got closer to it and slowly things started appearing. The ground, the sky, the trees, the brick wall, the familiar colourful walls of the house, familiar windows and pathways around the house. Her heart sunk as she realised it was the house she just left a few minutes ago.
“We walked in a big circle, didn’t we?”
“You may have done. I didn’t. Just a straight line.”
Amy scratched her head. “But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?”
“Easily, if you walk around the world.” Chica answered and she sat by Amy’s feet and stared at the house with her as the pieces of the world started to fall neatly into place.
Amy hummed. “Small world.”

Blind By Your Side/Part 1

Nightmare’s steps echoed through the hallway, the goopy skeleton walking back and forth with a worried look on his face. The bad sanses were a little worried too, but most about their boss. They’ve never seen him like this before! Not even when one of the bad sanses “accidently” knocked out Dream.

The way the lord of nightmares was acting right now was making them all concerned.

Nightmare himself was also concerned. But not about himself. For the first time in ages, he was concerned about someone else. And that person was Cross.

The thing is… Earlier that day, the evil sanses group were reunited on an AU to make a trap for the Star Sanses so they could, finally, end their stupid group.

They didn’t really care about what AU they were going, so they went on random. Actually, Nightmare was totally against that idea, since it was obviously dumb, but when he looked again, the sanses were gone and a portal was open.

Since he apparently didn’t have any other options, he had to just roll with it and follow the others.

That was a huge mistake.

Out of all the AUs possible, they fell just on Possessiontale, an AU where Flowey gets to possess other people and control their bodies as his own.

Just as Flowey stumbled across those sanses, he didn’t even hesitated. Using his dimension Sans’ body, he attacked them at all force, beginning a fight.

During the fight, Flowey went on attacking Nightmare, but just at that time, he was distracted and didn’t see the attack coming. But when he noticed the attack, he also noticed it didn’t exactly hit him, but Cross instead.

The goopy skeleton growled in low tone remembering Cross’ painful expression. Feeding from negative feelings was supposed to make Nightmare feel good, right? So why Cross’ pain made him feel so… Awful?

A door opened, catching everyone’s attention. Dream slowly walked out, his face showing some concerned expressions. Before anyone could do anything, Nightmare ran to his brother’s direction with a serious look on his face.

“Dream! Tell me how’s Cross, now!” he shouted, gripping tightly on his shoulders.

“B-brother… It hurts!” the shorter one cried out, the grip getting tighter by the second.

“JUST TELL ME ALREADY!”

“WE HAD SOME COMPLICATIONS!” Dream shouted back. Nightmare’s eye widened, his grip on Dream’s shoulder loosing up a bit. He frowned, throwing the young guardian to the side and running as fast as he could into the room.

Once he came into the room his eye widened once more. On the bed Ink was sitting right in front of Cross. They were talking normally, like nothing happened.

But something was different.

Even though Cross was acting like he was ok. He didn’t look exactly ok. He looked fine, except for one thing.

He was wearing a blindfold.

‘Oh my god…’ Nightmare thought assuming the worst.

His presence was soon noted by the protector, who sent a friendly smile on his direction, his attention going back to Cross.

“Hey buddy, looks like you have a visitor.” Ink said. Cross turned to the right, even though he couldn’t see anything.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“It’s your boss mah man.” he joked, trying to lighting up the mood a bit.

“Oh!” the lord of the negative feelings took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous. He walked on their direction, trying to keep his serious look.

“So, what is the situation?” he asked.

“Well, I healed what I could… But it appears there wasn’t much I could do about…” Ink’s voice died, as he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Much you could do about what?” Nightmare asked, his voice changing into a brute tone.

“The damage to his eyes were beyond of what I could do. I healed all of it, but his vision didn’t show any signs of actually working.” Nightmare’s eye widened. “I’m sorry to tell you that… He’s blind. I’m sorry, but I did what I could.” Ink was saying some more things but at that point… Nightmare wasn’t paying attention.

“There wasn’t much I could do, I-”

“You have 10 seconds to leave this place before I kill you all” Nightmare demanded. Ink widened his eyes, but soon sighed and got up.

“Right. Take care of yourselves. DREAM! GET YOUR STUFF, WE’RE LEAVING!” he shouted, walking to the door’s direction. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he pronounced himself. “Just one more thing. Cross is in a pretty weak state, so you might wanna find someone to take care of him. Of course, if you don’t want to, we could take him with us.” Ink offered.

“…3 seconds.” was all Nightmare said in response. Ink walked left the room and left alongside with Dream.

Nightmare sighed. He turned his head to Cross’ direction, whose head was facing the window. The lord of the negative feelings walked towards him, sitting by his side and facing the window alongside him.

“So… Guess that’s it, huh?” Cross said.

“What do you mean by that?” Nightmare asked.

“Well, I’m blind now. I don’t think you need any dead weight on your team. I just need to manage to open a portal and so I can go back to my AU.” Nightmare’s eye widened.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are not leaving!” he turned his head to the goopy skeleton’s side.

“But you heard Ink. On my condition I would need someone to take care of me, and I don’t think any of those guys outside would want to waste their time with someone like me.” Nightmare looked down for a bit, some thoughts wandering through his mind. He frowned, blushing a little with a dumb idea he had. He quickly turned to Cross’ side, taking his hand on his.

“I can take care of you.”

****

English is not my first language!

Also this is my first Nightcross fanfic. Hope it doesn’t turn out awfully bad it already is

Nightmare and Dream/ @jokublog

Cross/ @jakei95

Ink/ @comyet

PossessionTale/ ???
If anyone knows the creator of this AU please tell me

Next
First (You are here)

Welp I’ll be going now

See Ya~

The Heartache Pg2

The next morning Bendy found himself in Boris’s room. How odd. He thought. Normally Boris would put him in his own bed. He laid there staring out the window looking at the green grass and the barn. The sheep weren’t out yet. He moaned as he sat up slowly and stretched. He didn’t seem the point in all of this anymore. Boris had found someone he truly loved and desired the most. Bendy thought about packing his things, giving Boris the call that he was leaving so Abella could move in and head somewhere else. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He felt the need to practice this without sounding too upset about it. For what seemed like an hour, Bendy said the same thing to himself over and over but his voice was dry no matter how many drinks of water he takes. It was difficult for him to deny that he wanted to stay, he and Boris had been best friends for years and he’s never thought about leaving him.
This should’ve been easy for him to want to leave after seeing how Boris treats her and all. He sighed heavily and wiped his tired eyes. He looked away from the mirror and went downstairs to get a drink and eat before he packs up to leave. He thought about just leaving without telling him, he probably wouldn’t care or notice any how. On his way to the kitchen he could smell something cooking. He stopped and listened. Who the heck could be here? He wondered. He could hear faint humming from the kitchen. The figure walked out and quickly stopped at the doorway with wide eyes and a soft smile.

Boris:“Good morning Bendy.” He said. He was holding a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.“I made you breakfast.” He said as he held out the plate. Bendy’s eyes were wide and he looked surprised. When was the last time Boris cooked him up breakfast? He thought to himself. He took the plate and smiled a little.

Bendy:“Thanks buddy.” He sat down on the couch and started to eat. He ate his food like there was no tomorrow. Boris, with his own plate of food, sat down next to him. The two were quiet as they ate. This was normal. Usually Boris would eat in silence with Bendy before he left to see Abella. Bendy tried not to think about  it especially since Boris was here.

Boris:“So how’s everything?” He asked finally. Bendy looked up at him.

Bendy:“Fine.” He said with a small smile. Boris continued eating and so did Bendy. After a few more seconds, Boris spoke up again.

Boris:“Wanna head into town and get some snacks?” He asked. Something in his eyes seemed a little hopeful that Bendy would say yes. Of course the demon agreed to this. Why wouldn’t he? It had been so long since they’ve hung out together.

The two were quiet on their way to the store. He couldn’t help but think that Boris was taking some quick glances at him.

Boris:“So, anything new while I was gone?” He asked. Bendy was staring out the window.

Bendy:“Hmm….I don’ think so.” He said with a shrug. He knew how he looked but inside he wanted to hug his friend and beg him to stay.

Boris:“Aw, nothin’? Really? No new villains showin’ up or no new shows? Anything?” Bendy shook his head.

Bendy:“Nope.” God, he wanted a cigar so bad. He kept himself from giving in though. The two were quiet once again. They made it to Mr. Ched’s store. Boris held the door open for Bendy. Bendy didn’t say anything, no thank you, and no smile. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Surprisingly Ched wasn’t here but his niece was. Lovely little rat with a bright smile on her face. Molly was her name.

Molly:“Good morning Bendy!” She said. Boris blinked looking confused. He looked down at Bendy. He didn’t look at him.

Bendy:“Oh yeah, you haven’t met Molly yet huh? She just started working here a week ago.” She nodded and frowned a little.

Molly:“Yeah, my Uncle’s pretty sick today. Whenever he’s out I lower the prices.” She giggled. Bendy chuckled.

Bendy:“She’s a sweet heart.” He added.

Molly:“So who’s your friend Bendy?” Bendy lifted a thumb pointing at Boris.

Bendy:“This here is Boris, we used to do a show together. You know, the wolf I was telling you about?”

Molly:“Oh yeah! It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Boris.” She said as she held out her hand to shake his. He took her’s as he smiled.

Boris:“Please, call me Boris.”

Molly:“Any friend of Bendy’s is a friend of mine.” She was adorable Bendy thought. She was a lot sweeter than her Uncle. Old man doesn’t even pay her that much. Bendy’s been pretty much like an Uncle to her.“So what’ll it be?”

Bendy:“I’ll take a jar of cookie bones for my pal here and candy bars and some cigars.” Her smile faded  a little and she gave him a look.

Molly:“More already? You just bought a box yesterday.” Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Heh, yeah. They go by pretty quick.” Boris almost frowned. Bendy took out his wallet.

Boris:“Aw, no buddy, you don’t have to pay I’ll get it.” He took out his own wallet. Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“It’s fine, I’ve been saving a lot of money Boris.”

Boris:“No, no, I insist.”

Bendy:“Really, it’s no big deal buddy.”

Boris:“It’s only fair, I’ve been gone for a while so I thought it would be right if I paid for them.” Bendy and Boris continued to argue over who was going to pay until Molly spoke up.

Molly:“Uhm, guys?” They looked at her.“It’s on the house!” She laughed.“Really, it’s fine. I’m actually getting a lot of customers lately since my Uncle isn’t around.” The two looked at each other then at her.

Bendy:“You sure? I wouldn’t mind getting it for free if your Uncle was here but-” Molly shoved the bags in his arms.

Molly:“Go on you two!” She said with a grin.“You both seem like you have a lot of catching up to do!” Bendy and Boris smiled at her.

Later, the two were sitting on a hill eating their snacks. The farm was quiet except for the sheep who were wandering around and eating grass. Bendy looked up at Boris with a smile.

Bendy:“I told ya she was a real sweet heart.” He took a bite of his chocolate. Boris chuckled.

Boris:“She sure is. I never knew Ched had a niece.” He said. Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Me neither.” The two were quiet once more. Boris’s smile slowly faded and he looked at Bendy.

Boris:“You sure everything’s okay?” He asked. Bendy was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded.

Bendy:“Yeah.” He itched his head and smiled at him.“I’m just a little…”

Go on tell him already!

Bendy:“…Tired I guess. Things haven’t really, you know…”

Tell him!

Boris:“…Been the same?” He finished. Bendy nodded and took out a cigar.

Bendy:“You took the words right outta my mouth.” He lit it.

I’m leaving Boris. Say it!

Boris’s ears lowered a little.

Boris:“You know, you can always tell me anything buddy. You know that right? I’m still here for ya if you ever need me.” He said as he put his hand on his back.

Don’t touch me you lying mutt.

Bendy smiled.

Bendy:“I know.” Boris smiled a little but he could tell he was doubtful. Bendy looked away and looked out into the field. Why couldn’t he just tell him already, why hasn’t Boris mentioned Abella yet? Why won’t the wolf just kick him out instead?

Boris:“Bendy!” He said a little loud. The demon looked at him quickly with wide eyes.“You’re melting…!” Bendy looked down at himself seeing that half of his body was a puddle. Bendy quickly fixed himself up and smiled nervously at the worried wolf.

Bendy:“Sorry! Sorry….It’s just really hot out and-”

“Okay-” Boris now looked serious.“-cut the act Bendy!” Bendy frowned.

Bendy:“W-what? What’s the problem?” He smiled sheepishly.

Boris:“I know when you’re lying, there’s something bothering you and you’re not telling me.” Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Tch! Riiiight, I’m fine! Really-”

“Bendy.” Boris said sounding stern. Bendy now looked serious and bit down hard on his cigar instead of his bottom lip. He crossed his arms and looked away.

Bendy:“I said I’m fine!” The two were quiet for a while. Finally, Boris sighed.

Boris:“Okay…sorry, it’s been a while since we’ve had a chat. I’m just a little worried about you. Heck, I’ve been worried since I was gone, I haven’t heard from ya in so long I thought something was going on.” Bendy’s tail curled around him as he smiled.

Bendy:“Heh…nah, everything’s been fine around here.” He swallowed and finally thought about asking him.“So…uhm…how’s Abella?” He asked with a small smile. Boris frowned.

Boris:“Bendy….didn’t ya get my letters?” Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“Letters…?” Boris slapped his own forehead and looked at him with wide eyes.

Boris:“You haven’t been getting my letters?” Bendy shook his head.

Bendy:“No! What letters? I haven’t been getting anything in the mail!”

Boris:“Bendy, my letters were suppose to be here yesterday morning. I wrote to you saying; ‘Dear Bendy, things haven’t been working out  between me and Abella lately, we decided to take a break for a while. So I’m coming home, I can’t wait to see ya buddy! It feels like it’s been forever since we last spent time together and’…Bendy are you okay?” Bendy was grinning and ink filled up his eyes. He began laughing like crazy. Boris looked so confused and worried.“Uhh, was it something I-”

“This WHOLE time-” Bendy spoke.“-I thought you were going to kick me out so you and Abella could live together!” He spoke as he laughed. The ink poured down his cheeks. Boris’s ears lowered.

Boris:“What? I would never…aww Bendy.” Bendy was in a mix of laughter and crying. He was clutching his stomach.He felt relief wash over him. He pulled himself together as Boris hugged him tightly.

Later the two were walking down a dirt path through the forest.

Bendy:“So…what happened? I thought you two were getting along so well.” Boris shrugged.

Boris:“Well, she loves travelling to places, you remember that right?”

Bendy:“Yeah.”

Boris:“She wanted to go to a different town. It’s too far from here though. I wanted to be able to visit you whenever I can.” He frowned.“When I told her that, she didn’t seem too happy. We got into an argument and decided to take a break.” Bendy frowned.

Bendy:“…Sorry 'bout that buddy.” Boris pat his back.

Boris:“Don’t be! It’s not your fault. I’m glad to be home anyway. I missed this place.” He smiled at Bendy.“Do you know the saying; 'There’s no place like home’?”

Bendy:“Heh, yeah! You said it a couple times. I almost forgot about it.” His smile almost faded. He looked up at the wolf.“I’m glad your back Boris.”

Boris:“Me too.” The two were quiet. Bendy smiled brightly and leaned closer, he bumped into Boris playfully. The wolf smiled and did the same but almost made him fall over. He walked a little faster as he looked away like he didn’t do
anything. Bendy smiled mischievously and caught up to him. He bumped into him harder making him go sideways a bit. Boris bumped back into Bendy and made him fall over. Boris laughed and started to run. Bendy giggled and chased after him.

Bendy:“Hey!” He said with a grin and jumped onto his back. The two laughed.

Things seemed like they were back to normal now that Boris was back. After a week of him staying around, he and Bendy were back into show biz. Bendy missed hearing the sound of his clarinet. Bendy danced much better now that Boris was around. Or so he thought. He and Boris went everywhere together again. Strangely, when his adoring fans asked him to spend time with them, he said 'No’. He spent more time at home with Boris. Bendy had new ideas to do something fun at night rather than watch T.V. The two would go out to parties at night, Bendy and Boris would go dancing together and Boris taught him some new moves he learned when he was away. Every now and then the two would get into trouble, sometimes they would get into an argument here and there, other than that, the two were back together and Bendy felt at home.
           Bendy and Boris were on the hill lying down in the grass staring at the sky.

Bendy:“I’m bored….got any ideas buddy?” He asked. Boris didn’t answer. Bendy frowned.“Hello?” He asked.

Boris:“Oh, sorry….uhm…I don’t know.” He shrugged. Bendy rolled over onto his stomach to look at Boris.

Bendy:“Something buggin’ ya?” He asked. Boris rolled over on his stomach to look at Bendy.

Boris:“Do ya think I should go see Abella?” Bendy twitched. He felt like his stomach just turned into a knot.

Bendy:“Uhh…I dunno, why?”  Boris shrugged.

Boris:“I’ve been getting these letters from her for two weeks now. She’s been saying she really misses me.” Bendy knew Boris was sweet and knew how much he meant to him. Bendy forced a smile. Even though Boris told him he would never leave him he still had his doubts.

Bendy:“Do you want to see her? That’s most important…I think…heh….I-I wouldn’t know buddy.” He sat up and took out a cigar and lit it. Boris sat up.

Boris:“Maybe….I don’t know.” He shrugged. He itched his head. Bendy’s hand began to shake as he held the cigar when he saw Boris smile.“Maybe she’s changed her mind about you, we could try again and see-”

“Boris-” Bendy said. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to take a risk of losing him again.“-listen, I know you like her but let’s face it, she’s not going to change…” He trailed off after seeing the look on his face. His ears were down and he had a blank look. He needed to say something quick.“…unless if she…uhm, see’s you with someone else!” He smiled. Boris gave him a confused look.“Yeah! Once she see’s you with someone, she’ll, uh, be jealous and just beg you to come back to her!” Boris itched his head. He didn’t look too sure about this idea.

Boris:“So…you really think this will work?” Bendy nodded.

Bendy:“Yeah, where does she usually eat?”

Boris:“Do you remember the Devil’s floor?” Bendy was quiet and then he buried his face in one hand.

Bendy:“Oh no…” He said softly.

Boris:“So….who’s going to be my date though?” Bendy looked up at him slowly. The two stared at each other for a few more seconds before Boris got the idea.“Wait…so you…?” Bendy sat up straight with a nervous smile. “Really?” He smiled a little and his tail wagged a little too. He shrugged.

Bendy:“I’m not sure who else would.” Seriously, of all the women he had dated, he just couldn’t risk it. They don’t know him like Bendy does.“Besides, what’s the worse that can happen?” He chuckled a little. He was already finished with his cigar and he lit up another one.
     Bendy and Boris thought out the plan and Boris wrote a letter to Abella. They waited. Bendy was back to smoking like there was no tomorrow but he made sure Boris wouldn’t find out. He walked around the house for half the day as he would drop his cigars and pull out another one.  Boris and Bendy did their usual thing while they waited, going into town, Bendy causing trouble, dancing, going shopping, Bendy causing trouble once more, taking care of the sheep. This time the two spent time with Molly since her parents were out of town and her Uncle was busy taking care of the store. They took her to watch
a movie, allowed her to join their show and dance though she hesitated to dance in front of everyone. Bendy assured her that she would be fine, she wouldn’t dance alone after all. Bendy danced with her  on the stage as Boris played his clarinet. She seemed so happy that night. Everything seemed nice.
             For a little while at least.

The next day Abella finally wrote back. Boris seemed excited. Bendy still wasn’t sure about the plan, he was worried something would go wrong and if he messed up, Boris would probably hate him forever and finally leave him. Bendy needed to be alone. He needed someone to talk to. He told Boris he was
going out for a little while for some fresh air. Boris seemed alright and didn’t seem to want anything else. He just started writing another letter. Bendy left after taking his tenth cigar with him.

Bendy walked down the dirt path on his way to the park. There was barely anyone out today which was a shocker. The day was beautiful and warm, normally children would come out to play. He saw a bench and took a seat. He leaned back and sighed. He looked around and saw couples walking by. He saw a couple having a picnic and another snuggling with each other on another bench. He felt empty. He wanted this to be done and over with. He wanted Boris to be happy but at the same time he just wished that Abella never wrote back. He couldn’t stand the thought of Boris and her being together and never being allowed to be near his buddy ever again. He was afraid Abella wouldn’t allow him to see his kids if they planned on having any. Once again, he knew Boris cared about Bendy but he knew he loved her even more. He could never say no to her.

“Hey Bendy!” Bendy jumped startled and saw Molly smiling at him.“Where’s Boris?” She asked. Bendy smiled a little.

Bendy:“Oh uh, he stayed home. I just needed to get out of the house for a little bit.” She frowned when she saw how quickly the cigar was burning out. She smiled a little warmly.

Molly:“Mind if I sit with you?” She asked.

Bendy:“Go ahead.” He said still smiling. She sat with him and the two watched everyone else. Molly chuckled.

Molly:“Look at that couple over there.” He looked at the couple having a picnic.“They look like they’re ready to eat each other’s faces instead of the food they’ve got don’t ya think?” Bendy smirked.

Bendy:“Heh, yeah! Tell me about it, if that’s all they wanna do, then why bother bringing the food?” They laughed. He looked around.“What about them?” He pointed at the couple sitting on the bench. Molly’s eyes were wide.

Molly:“Golly, I thought they were twins! Ew!”

Bendy:“Pfft! Geez Molly!” He laughed.“But yeah! They’re wearing the same outfits but she’s wearing a skirt.” Molly stuck her tongue out in disgust. The two went quiet for a second.“Yeah….must be nice though.” She looked at him.
“Y'know, being snuggled by someone who actually cares about ya. Eating with someone you enjoy being with.” He shrugged. Molly nodded.

Molly:“That sounds nice…” She said softly. She gave him a look.“Okay, who are you and where’s Uncle B?” Bendy laughed and she grinned.

Bendy:“Nah, I mean it though! I’ve dated with a lot of women but I just don’t….it just doesn’t seem like they care, I think. Is that weird?” He asked. She shrugged.

Molly:“I care about you.” She said with a smile.

Bendy:“Aw thanks doll, I know. But I’m talking about something different.” She sat up straight as he leaned forward.“Remember when I told you about Sally?” She nodded. He sat up straight.

Molly:“Yeah, you dated her before Boris met with Abella.” He nodded. He dropped his cigar.

Bendy:“Well, I dated her for a while, almost…a year I think. Things were great! I thought she was the one.” He frowned. He was quiet for a moment or two.

Molly:“….Then….Boris got sick…right?” She asked to be sure. Bendy slowly nodded.

Bendy:“I remember that day like it was yesterday. I saw him on the floor in the bathroom. Wasn’t moving at all, I thought he was dead.  I got him a doctor and he said he’ll be fine-but he wasn’t.” Molly nodded. She knew the story already but she stayed quiet and listened to him go on.“I watched over him waiting to wake up, to move, to speak, something.” He looked straight ahead and pointed forward as if they were in the scene right now.“And there she was, just standing there smoking and reading. Not a care in the world.” He made a look of anger as he looked at Molly.“I was scared to death…and she didn’t care.” He looked down at the ground looking sad.“Boris…woke up a couple times and I could see that she was faking her happiness in the corner. My best friend in bed was close to death. Any time he fell back to sleep she’d complain and tried to get me to spend time with her.” He looked up at Molly.“And after all the things Boris did for us she didn’t shed a single tear or nothin’ for him!” Molly nodded.

Molly:“I don’t talk to her anymore. She was mean anyway.” She went quiet-wanting to listen to him speak more.

Bendy:“Yeah, only reason I liked her was because she didn’t care if I was a demon and that she was mischievous.” His frown grew. “After a couple of days she finally yelled at me, telling me I was ignoring her and left me. Was I wrong, Molly? Was I wrong to stay with Boris when he was deathly sick?” Molly shook her head 'no’.“No. Boris means everything to me. You wouldn’t believe how happy I was when I saw him back on his feet again.” He said with a soft smile. Molly smiled with him.“I just want him to be happy Molly. I just….I dunno, it bugs me just thinking about him being with someone….other than me.” Her eyes widened.“Like, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind if he makes new friends but…I think seeing him just dating someone else just really bothers me for some reason…I can’t imagine why. Just thinkin’ 'bout him being with Abella just tears me apart. I smoke more, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep and I can’t focus on my dancing.” Her jaw dropped as she gasped. He looked at her.“What?”

Molly:“Isn’t it obvious?” He looked confused.

Bendy:“Uhh….what?”

Molly:“Uncle B! You’re in love!”

Episode 88, part 2: time for some bullshit to drag a card game out too long!

(part 1, which actually occurs in the middle of the episode, is here)

For some reason, we’re still dragging through the absolutely thrilling and suspenseful duel that is Villain’s Sidekick vs Guy Who Always Comes Third-ish. And we’re also still dragging through Terrible Liar Pretends To Be Good Liar as Rishid miserably attempts to be Malik-ish. #insertMalikISHtarjokehere

Yami is definitely on to him, but he has no proof. 

So far all the evidence has been “He’s being suspiciously less-dickish-than-we-thought”. I don’t know why Malik thought Rishid would make a good him. He must know Rishid is not brilliant at pretending to be him?

Anyway Malik has an ace up Rishid’s sleeve; a fake Ra card. Now, you might ask, why give him a fake when he could just give him the real thing? But actually, the real question is, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??, because…

… they’ve actually made, like dozens of fake Ra cards…

… and the reason they don’t use them is because they FUCKING KILL PEOPLE. They’re just fucking deathtraps. If you play one, you have an unknown - but distressingly high - chance of being struck by lightning, cast down upon your foolish mortal form by the Gods themselves as punishment for your hubris in calling upon forces you were not meant to wield. 

And Malik just gave one to Rishid to play with a sort of “hope this doesn’t kill you, I’m reasonably sure it won’t because you seem like the kinda guy the Gods would be cool with? idk anyway good luck”

“Also God might randomly kill me if I try so we’ll call it Plan B.”

And it turns out, Rishid is correct and Malik is a fucking overreacting bullshit artist but let’s let it play out.

Rishid’s giant tomb card makes the whole thing look like a particularly weird glitch in the Sims:

Cheat codes are definitely being used.

Right, so, Rishid has this giant angry scorpion thing that eats other Monsters, which is hella useful and also looks hilarious because it starts taking on some of the devoured Monsters characteristics so it’s this big scary Monster with cute fairy wings now.

(They’re actually insect wings, from Insect Queen, but they look like fairy wings to me.) (Also hilarious; eating the Fisherman and his whale separately.)

Jounouchi has nothing left to defend himself and the gang fret, especially Mai, but Yami points out that Jounouchi himself isn’t upset and he’s right. Jou says he’s been thinking about the pier duel, when Malik forced him to duel Yugi to the attempted-homicide. 

“Rude…”

Is NO ONE looking at how suspiciously ~Namu~ reacts to any mention of Malik. Who other than Malik would POUT at Malik being called a bastard?

The point Jounouchi’s trying to make? He’s copped on:

Yami is pleased; he’s been thinking the same thing for like, an episode and a half now. But then he realises: if this isn’t Malik…

But ~~WHERE~~??~~

Definitely not TWO METRES BEHIND YOU and pouting.

The duel is coming from inside the blimp.

#HISFACETHO

“Malik’s grimace is adorable” is probably not the message I’m supposed to take from this dramatic moment, but here we are. Also, way to look suspicious, buddy. Like ~Namu~ should definitely look confused and perhaps slightly worried or affronted if ~Yugi~ just suddenly turned and gave him hella side-eye, but Malik grimaces (adorably but) in a really “damn, you got me!” kinda way.

But before Yami can say anything! (Not that this should have stopped him, really.)

Rishid escalates and whips out…

Still REALLY want to know how they made the fake Rod. My headcanon is that it’s papier mâché and until I see canon material to refute it, that’s what I’m sticking with.

And again, WHY. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to just give Rishid the real Rod and Ra card?? If Malik trusts him, which he does, what’s the problem?

So Rishid waves his papier mâché Millennium Item around and sets his giant scorpion to attack Jounouchi, who, may I remind the court, has NO cards in front of him and nothing to activate, and I forget how many LP he has left but I guarantee it’s fewer than 5825, which is how much Mr Scorpion - now with added fish tail - has ATK.

And Jounouchi’s even kinda cool with it? He’s not delighted, but they both fought a good fight and duelled a good duel, they laughed (not really) they cried (a little) they’re better friends now (technically).

But.

But then.

But then THIS.

THIS asshole.

Lookie Here

Summary: Reader is Alfie’s sister and she’s just every bit as fun as he is.

Characters: Reader, Alfie Solomons, Ollie, Thomas Shelby, ‘bakers’

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 491

AN: This is my first Peaky Blinders Imagine please be nice about it.

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I hadn’t planned on this one but when you find a great condition No. 1 MKIII for $200.00 you don’t turn it down. I usually see these things for $350-$500 now.

So now I have an SMLE….or rather a SHTLE in this case I guess. I used to have a No. 4 MKI I sold to a buddy years ago and always kind of missed it.

I really want to find a way to mount it above the fireplace, but living on a first floor apartment it doesn’t seem like a good idea…but it’s just too pretty to keep locked in a safe!

I’m horrible at identifying these things if anyone knows anything else about it let me know!