#I like the idea of them interacting already in the cave but eventually forgot about it once they grew up

[kurohaai]

suggestion: draw some of your fan trolls as little baby grubs?

Her big accomplishment today: climbed over a rock and a grubmate! 🗻✨ Grub Ofi likes to climb on things (and grub Das' just chilling)

Thank you for the cute suggestion! 🥺🌸

#grubs #fantrolls #Ofelia Asvini #Daseer Wanlyn #homestuck #hiveswap #doodle #Kuroha Ai #return of the croisson #I like the idea of them interacting already in the cave but eventually forgot about it once they grew up #request #emmiri-bumble

[iamknicole]

Chapter Four

Warnings: Cursing, 18+, excuse any typos

Author's Note: I'm glad yall are enjoying it so far. Thank you for the asks you're sending in. Don't forget to interact and share the poets as well, that helps me a lot with all of this! Tell me what yall think of the addition of the texts. Also any gifs I use belongs to @annoyedkayah2395 ! I forgot to say that before but they're all made by her! My favorite gif maker! Enjoy!

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Chapter 3

For the morning and most of the afternoon Jon and Trinity kept the couple apart trying to get unfurnished out of both of them. The only way they were going to be able to help the way they agreed to was to do so. The mystery behind Nadine's attitude towards Zilla plagued them and from the outside looking in, the married couple knew not trying to figure it out would be detrimental to the young couple's relationship. While Jon and Zilla played the game in his man cave, Trinity and Moriah were sitting on the floor in her vanity room going through her wigs. 

"Have you talked to your mom since Zilla said what he said?" 

Moriah shook her head as she brushed through a hot pink wig. "Nope, I'm sure she's not happy. She was already mad that I hadn't called her in three months but I just couldn't."

"Couldn't what?" Trinity asked picking up a wig to brush. 

She shrugged haphazardly. "I couldn't deal with her. On top of the stress of starting my job, Zilla's training and maintaining our relationship, I couldn't deal with the smart shit she says and the jabs she throws. The only reason I even called her was because Zilla said something."

"How does it make you feel when she says something about your relationship or Zilla?"

"It pisses me off, it always has. I hate it."

Trinity nodded. 

"Did it stop during the eight years he was gone?"

She scoffed, "No, it just wasn't as frequent. I was mad at him but that didn't mean that she could say the shit she was saying, you know? When I was a freshman in college was when it started to taper off a little."

"Cause you were away at college?"

"Nope. Cause I started dating this guy," Moriah explained softly, "But once she found out that he was a pre-med and that he came from money, it picked back up. About how he was such a better choice and could do this and that for me."

Trinity raised her brows and shook her head. "Did that hurt your relationship with him?"

"Eventually. We were together two years too long."

"What happened?"

"We went to Georgia for Christmas break because I missed my dad, I talked my mom into going and that was a bad idea." She chuckled. "The whole time she was telling my dad how great Thomas was and all that other crap. And I remember seeing my dad looking at him with this hard face, when I looked at Thomas I realized why."

"What happened?"

"It was because he had this big ass grin on his face like he was enjoying being talked to at the expense of someone else. At some point, him and my dad were able to talk and it made my dad like him even less. Christmas morning he kept alluding to asking me to marry him, my dad flat out said no."

"He clearly wasn't a good person but I'm sorry that was your mom's fault. She made him feel like that was okay."

"You're right but he was also really arrogant, he just hid it well majority of our relationship."

"So what happened? Did he propose anyway?" Trinity asked switching out wigs.

"After my dad said no, my mom stepped in to say her peace and my dad asked me what I wanted to do. Told them that I wasn't ready to get married, I was barely 20."

"You weren't ready or you didn't wanna marry that specific person?" She asked with a brow raised making Moriah laugh. 

"Both," she said quickly, "And my parents knew that, my mother was pissed. Then he made this big scene saying how I was stupid for even thinking about Zilla, he called him something else, and for thinking that I would have a good life with a felon. My mother of course agreed, telling me not to ruin my life."

"The nerve. He showed his true colors then."

"Yeah so my dad kicked him out right then, after he left my dad and mom argued. About what, I'm not really sure. I went to my room to call Ma and tell her Merry Christmas."

"That's sweet that you and her talked while he was gone." Trinity cooed passing a satin wig bag to her. "It sounds like your parents were on two different levels. Were they always like that?"

Moriah carefully placed the wig into the bag then at back on her hands. "Yes and no. From what I remember when they were married, they were happy but my dad bit his tongue a lot for her except when it came to me."

"Yeah? How long were they married?"

"Uuuh they got married like three years before I was born and got divorced a little bit after my eleventh birthday so fourteen years. A long time."

"Damn, why did they divorce?"

She shrugged. "All I know is my dad left his job at the time for his dream job and we were gonna have to move to Georgia and then I went from crying cause I was gonna have to leave Texas and Zilla to crying cause my dad was gonna have to leave me."

"Were they acting any different beforehand?"

"My mom was. She was so mean especially to my dad. That was when she started to vocalize to Ma that she didn't like Zilla or us being friends. Before it was just in the house, she'd tell my dad and me and occasionally say it while she knew he was in the house."

Trinity frowned, "She was taking her divorce out on yall?"

"I don't think so, I don't know really honestly."

"So let's talk about something that you do know," Trinity suggested with a small smile, "You gotta set boundaries with your mom, Rye."

She sighed sadly. "I try but she doesn't care. She tells me to stop being dramatic or stop being a baby."

"If she can't respect your boundaries then you need to have consequences. She's your mom but she doesn't get to disrespect you or your relationship." Trinity explained, maintaining eye contact. "You love him, don't you?"

"Of course."

"You wanna stay together?"

Moriah nodded. 

"Then you need to do what you need to do. If you don't, you're gonna let her ruin your relationship."

"Yeah … I know. I gotta figure something out."

Down in Jon's mancave, the men were playing Tekken 7 having conversation here and there outside of the trash talking. Between the married couple, Trinity had a much better way with words and getting information slyly while her husband lacks that certain skill.

"You been talkin to your woman?" Jon asked keeping his eyes on the screen, pressing buttons. 

Zilla glanced at him a few times out the corner of his eyes, making sure not to let his character to beat. "Huh?"

"Have you been talkin to Rye?"

"Uuh I live with her, I talk to her every day."

Jon sucked his teeth. "I mean about yo feelings, Uce. You letting her know if you good or if you're not good?"

Humming, Zilla focused back on the game. That was the same question his mom asked him damn near every day. He wouldn't say it out loud but he was tired of that question. 

"She know I'm good."

"That mean no," Jon laughed, "That's ya woman, man. You don't have to hide shit from her. Especially when she already know when you not good."

He shook his head. "Nah, she don't. I'm good."

"Sayin that don't make it true," Jon reminded him putting his focus back into the game for a moment to make sure he didn't lose the round, "Tell me this. After you zone out and you get ya bearings back, is she watching you or staring?"

"I mean yeah but her ass always starin a hole in my face."

"Okay, does she have the usual look in her eyes or is it different?"

"Ion know," he shrugged, "Different."

"Okay so she know, I'm telling you. Yall known each other long enough that she know when you not okay and you know when she not okay. What's the point of having her if you can't talk to her?"

"I can talk to her, I just don't want to. Therapy was enough talkin, ion wanna talk about it no more." He responded honestly. 

Jon paused the game to turn to his cousin. "I know you don't want to but it's good to talk about it. That shit gon start coming out in other ways that won't be good for you or your relationship."

Zilla sat back on the sofa, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Ion wanna make her sad with my sad shit. Especially when she gotta deal with her weird ass mama."

"Do you care if she tells you her sad shit?"

"No," he answered quickly. 

"So why you think she care of you tell her your sad shit?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Shit hard."

"I know but it's worth it. Start small then grow, you'll feel better. I'm telling you."

"I hear you."

"Yall got a six hour drive back, use some of that time to start."

The phone call with his ex-wife still fresh on his mind Hassan decided to reach out to someone he knew would understand his feelings and thoughts. He would always love Nadine but her actions would always have a wedge between them. He sat in his den with the football game on mute and the phone call on speaker.

"Did our children call you to be a referee?"

Hassan laughed loudly, "Nope, that is a job meant solely for you. Neither of them ever like my referee style. How are you, Leata?"

"I'm pretty good. How about you?"

"I uuuh," he thought rubbing through his beard, "I'm alright. Didi called me yesterday."

Leata laughed, "I'm sure that was fun. What is it about my son this time?"

"It was them both apparently," he chuckled, "Rye hasn't called her in three months and as a thank you Zilla told her about them getting busy on the sofa."

Unable to help herself, Leata laughed loudly into the phone. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know he shouldn't have but I'll be dammed if she didn't bring it in herself."

He laughed, "My thoughts exactly. But apparently that conversation gave her the urge to check on our babygirl. Although it's obvious that he's taken very good care of her."

She snorted. "That's obvious. She's going to visit them?"

"Ha! You know she's not going right now. She's wanting me to go."

"Awwee and you're gonna do it for your dear Didi," Leata joked. 

"Negative," he answered jokingly, "I told her I would but I was already planning on going down there. I was calling to see when you were gonna visit."

"I'm not sure, I didn't wanna crowd them. Plus I was kind of hoping they'd come back for Thanksgiving or Christmas."

He hummed thinking, "Well Thanksgiving is next month so maybe they will. I can't wait that long or Didi will be up my ass. I'll probably go in the next couple weeks."

"She won't," she laughed, "She's too busy up Rye and Zilla's ass but okay. If they don't come for Thanksgiving, I'll probably go down there. If you wanna come down."

"That's no problem. Make sure you invite our favorite person."

Leata whistled. "Favorite is generous but of course. Moriah would never hear the end of it."

"Right. We'll talk soon. Call if you or our kids needs anything."

"Same to you, Hassan. Make sure you check on your Didi."

While Hassan and Leata spoke, Nadine was making a phone call of her own. She had spent most of the day before into the night doing searching until she found what she was looking for. The conversation with Zilla burned her up on the inside, he had beat her at her own game momentarily. 

A deep baritone voice flowed through the line. "Hello."

"Well, well, Dr. Gardner. How are you?" 

"I'm not doctor yet but I'm well. Who is this?" 

"Nadine Parker. It's been a little while, Thomas. How's medical school?"

"Oh yes ma'am. It's been pretty good. How have you been? How's Moriah?"

Nadine smiled hearing his question. "I'm good. Moriah is fine, she moved out to Florida. She's working at Lakeland General now in the emergency department."

"Is she really?" He asked excitedly. "I'm in pediatrics there."

Nadine feigned surprise. "You do? Such a small world."

"I'll have to go down and see her. Is she single?"

Nadine groaned softly, "Unfortunately, she's not but I'm sure seeing you would make her come to her senses."

"Who is she's dating? Is he competition?"

She scoffed and laughed. "God, no. The jail bird could never compete with a doctor, son."

"Future doctor," he chuckled, "But noted. Do you when she works next?"

"Tomorrow, 7am to 7pm."

"Great, I'll be there tomorrow. Is she really with that felon?" He asked with a hint of laughter. 

"Unfortunately she is. He's the one who moved her to Florida to wrestle of all things," she spat. "But it works out because you're there and you can show her the mistake she's made."

Thomas snorted, "Wrestling? I definitely have nothing to worry about, they drop like flies anyway. Thank you for calling me."

"Oh no, thank you, Thomas. You're saving my baby. Save my number and keep me updated."

"Yes ma'am. Have a good day."

"You too, son."

Happy with herself, Nadine did a little dance as she typed out a message to her daughter. The sun was going to start shining for her soon, all she had to do was be patient. Though she would have to suffer for a little bit longer, it would all be worth it to be rid of the man in her daughter's life. 

Moriah's phone went off as they were leaving Jon and Trinity's neighborhood. The rest of their time visiting was spent with all four of them together, talking and playing. Their lives aren't bad in Orlando at all but it felt good to be with family for a few days as that's what they were used to. 

"What's wrong?" Zilla asked seeing the frown on her face.

She shook her head. "Nothing, my mom texted me but it's weird."

"Weird how, Fat?"

"Ima read it to you," she responded still confused, "I love you guys. You both are gonna have an amazing day tomorrow. Call me after work, sweetheart."

It was Zilla's turn to frown. "That don't sound like Ms. Nadine. She either high, in distress or plottin."

"Exactly and knowing my mama, she's plotting." Moriah sat quietly thinking then groaned. "You don't think she's gonna pop up, do you? I'm not prepared for that."

He shrugged, "Ion know but if she does she can have the bedroom and we'll take the sofa."

Moriah pushed his shoulder, laughing. "Whatever you're about to say or thinking, just don't."

He laughed. "I wasn't gon say shit but I'm glad you and me on the same page. She better stay in the room if she don't wanna see Zilla and Fat gettin busy."

"Isayah Fatu! If she's in town, you're not getting any."

"Bullshit," he laughed, "If that makes you feel good to say but I know the truth, Fat."

"And what is the truth?"

Zilla looked at her from the road, a wide smile on her face. "Don't act like you don't know. Them nights that you stayed at home instead of with me, what happened most of the time?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Fatu," she answered trying to keep her laugh in. 

"You don't remember texting and calling me to come over after she went to sleep?"

"Nope, I didn't do that."

He laughed, "Oh you didn't? So you ain't call me poutin when I would tell you no? And I guess it wasn't you that sent me them videos either?"

She shook her head starting to laugh. "Nope, nope and nope. Wasn't me."

"You sure? I still got the videos," he grabbed for his phone and she snatched it laughing. 

"Don't do that. I did not have sex with you in her house."

"You ain't sex with me in her house? Oh right cause I fucked you in her house. Got it." 

Moriah covered her face laughing. "Fuckin hate you. You didn't have to say that. Filthy ass mouth."

"And you love it too. Don't you?" He asked in a lower tone. 

She stared at the side of face. "I'm not doing this with you."

He put a hand on her bare thigh as he drove, squeezing. "Tell me you love it, Fat. Come on."

Looking between his hand and his face, Moriah scrunched her face playfully. "Fine, yes, I love it."

He hummed, "You love what?"

"Zay, no."

"Ima leave you alone when you tell me what I wanna hear."

She huffed softly, squirming in her seat. "I love your filthy ass mouth," she mumbled.

Smacking her thigh, he moved his hand back to the steering wheel, a smirk on his face. "That's my girl."

"You are a demon. Just 100% pure demon."

"Yeah and you like that shit too," he laughed. 

The couple rode quietly for the next couple hours with Moriah going in and out of sleep. As he drove, Zilla thought about the conversation he had with Jon and tried to work out how to start the conversation. 

"You have like a date or anything yet?"

"For my debut?" He paused got her answer. "Not yet. I got a meeting with Shawn tomorrow I think it is too talk about all that."

"Let me know so I can make sure I'm off and so I can make sure your family is there cause you'll forget."

He chuckled a bit. "Appreciate you."

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah but it's kinda fucking me up though."

Moriah listened quietly, giving her all of her attention. 

"I'm excited but kinda sad too. My pops ain't ever missed nothin so I still expect him to be there," he explained keeping his eyes on the road, "And when I don't see him in the crowd or wherever I am, that shit gets me."

"Baby," she pouted as she reached over to rub the back of his neck, "He's not there physically but he's always there. You remember those pictures from your first match? The photographer was complaining and worried cause he thought you were gonna hate the pictures."

"Was he? Why? The pictures was dope." He asked glancing quickly at her. 

"Yeah, because no matter what angle or where he moved that bright light was in every single picture." She laughed a little. "And when he was talking to me and your mom about it, your mom looked at the pictures, looked at him and was like it's just his dad, don't worry. So nonchalantly and she laughed with me saying how he was determined to be in your pictures."

Hearing that made him feel somewhat better, he remembered looking at the pictures thinking that same thing about the light but kept it to himself. Knowing that they thought the same thing let him know that he wasn't just trying to make that true. 

"Damn," he smiled, "That's crazy. Sound like em though."

"It does. I know that you're still gonna scan the crowd for him, just know that he'll be there and he'll let you know. Hopefully it won't be a bright ass light all the time," she joked, "But either way, he's gonna show up for his baby boy."

He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it then locked their fingers. "Thank you, Fat. I needed to hear that."

"Don't thank me for that, it's what I'm here for. I'm good for more than just cooking for you and getting busy, you know."

He laughed heartily, "Noted, baby. Ima remember that."

After dropping Moriah at the hospital the next morning, Zilla went to the Performance Center instead of going home for a couple hours. Hardly anyone was there that time of morning which meant less people for him to talk to and more time to get a workout in. While he was walking on the treadmill, he felt a hand on his back and stopped the machine immediately. He snatched his headphones off then turned around with a dial on his face. 

"My bad, man. I ain't mean no harm. Just wanted to come speak, that's all." The man explained. "Trick. Good to meet you."

Zilla nodded wiping his face with his towel. "Shit, you good. Nice to meet you too. Zilla."

Trick smiled a little, "You already know I know who you are. Ain't no need in acting like that, man."

He shrugged modestly. "I appreciate that but I'm just me, just Zilla."

"Whether you Zilla or just Zilla, we know you are and you better know that shit too. Especially around here."

Zilla squinted at his words. "What that mean?"

"Some of these people around here vicious is all I'm sayin."

"Mmm, I hear you."

"Listen I know we just met and you have no reason to believe me but I'm bein sincere," Trick told him sincerely, "Me and Melo dealt with it, shit a lotta good people went through it. Just tryna look out for you. From one man to another."

Zilla nodded, he was unsure about Trick and his words. They sounded sincere enough but in this world he could never be too sure. 

"I gotta get to a meeting so ima move around." 

Not waiting for a response, Zilla went to the locker room to change before his meeting and thirty minutes later he was sitting across from Shawn Michaels. 

"I won't keep you long, I know you have stuff to do around here but we need to talk debut for a second. I like to involve talent in their storyline and for them to be comfortable with what they're doing," he explained clasping his hands, "When you're comfortable the work is times better. Understand?"

"Yes sir, I got you."

"Alright so that being said we were thinking the last week of November. Gives us all enough time to work things out. Does that sound good to you or do you need more time?"

"Nah, that's good. I can do that."

"We think you'd work great as heel unless you think face is something you wanna try," Shawn paused, "Booker thinks highly of you as heel though."

Zilla shook his head, "Heel. I like being heel. It's fun for me bein like that."

Shawn nodded, writing a few things down. "Alright, heel it is. I'm gonna get with Hunter and Paul to come up with a little something for you but we also want you to come up with something too to bring to us. All of our resources are open to you, talk to your cousins I'm sure they'll help you out. I can put you in touch with some other guys that wouldn't mind helping you either."

He nodded thinking it over. "Alright, I'll let you know if I need em."

"You have a week before you meet with myself, Paul and Hunter. So don't wait too long."

"What's wrong, baby? They said it was an emergency. Are you hurt?" 

As soon as the charge nurse told Moriah it was an important phone call from Zilla, her heart was in her throat. The few feet to the phone felt like miles because her mind had automatically went to the worst. 

"Nothin wrong, I'm not hurt, Fat. Breathe, baby." He assured calmly. 

"Toni said you said it was an emergency. What is it?" She asked still stressing. 

He chuckled, "Its a emergency but not a bad one. I promise."

"Zay," she sighed trying to calm herself and her nerves "Don't scare me like that."

"My bad, baby. She just wasn't tryna give you the phone and I needed to talk to my baby. It's important."

She exhaled on a chuckle. "Start talking and hurry up, fool."

"Zilla got his debut date, baby!"

Moriah squealed alerting few of the doctors and nurses around her including Toni. She whispered an apology. 

"When? When? I'm gonna take off for it right now."

"Tuesday after Thanksgiving! They gon keep me heel too."

Moriah teared up a little but quickly wiped her tears away. "I'll be there in the front row with my sign. I'm happy for you, Zay."

"That make me feel good. Thank you, Fat."

"You're welcome. I'm taking you out to celebrate my first day off. Somewhere special." She said softly. 

He chuckled. "Word? I'm lookin forward to it."

"Good but I gotta go. I'll see you when you get here and do not block the door again."

"You need curbside service though," he laughed, "Don't work too hard. Zilla love you."

"Moriah loves you more, Zilla."

After she hung up, Toni came to stand to her left with a knowing smile on her face. Toni had been extremely welcoming to her and friendly since her first day. She was older than Moriah but it didn't bother them. 

"From the squealing and the smile on your face, am I to assume that there was nothing wrong?" She asked in a hushed tone. 

Moriah giggled. "Maybe."

"Uhuh so what did Mr. Man want? Did he interrupt my ED to say he was thinking about you?" She joked. 

"Noo," Moriah sung out, "He got some good news and wants to share it with his baby."

"What was it?"

Moriah smirked playfully. "I would tell you but don't wanna interrupt your ED even more." 

"You're on my list, DeBreaux."

Moriah laughed going towards the room, she heard her name being called. 

After her shift, Moriah gathered her things then went to the nurses station to talk to Toni. She was wasting time since Zilla was running a few minutes behind. She didn't mind as she knew he spent a little more time at the PC to talk to Booker.

"What are you getting into tonight?" 

"Nothing at all since I gotta be back here in the morning. Pick dinner up, eat, and fall asleep to whatever movie we pick out." Moriah laughed. 

Toni rolled her eyes playfully. "You are such a old woman. Why don't you and Mr. Man go out?"

She shook her head. "Cause I know he's tired from training plus he's grumpy when he's tired."

"He grumpy or you're grumpy?"

"Who's side are you on?" She asked jokingly. "We are gonna go out when I'm off though. Gonna take my man on a date."

"Ooooh a date, huh? Should I get the pregnancy tests ready?"

"Absolutely not ma'am. No babies, not right now. But what you can do is go ahead and approve my day off."

"It's not even November yet, Moriah," she laughed, "Hell, we ain't even hit October yet."

Moriah pouted at her. "It'll be October in a few days but pleeeease. I wanna make sure I'm off and I'm there. Oooh I got an idea."

Toni folded her arms, laughing at her younger coworker. "What's your plan?"

"You should take off too and come with me."

"To a wrestling show? No ma'am plus I'm not gonna be in town." Toni laughed at her pout. "Dr. Miller coming in hot."

Before Moriah could say anything, Dr. Miller was standing right next to her prompting her to take a step over. She smiled politely. 

"You heading out, Moriah?"

She looked at her bag and purse,  making Toni laugh softly, then back at the doctor. "Yup, I am."

He laughed a little. "I didn't notice your bag and stuff, I'm about to head out too. Been a long day."

Moriah nodded slowly and looked to Toni for help, who just shook her head laughing.

"Right so I was thinking um," he trailed off trying to find his words and nerves again. 

While Toni and Moriah waited for him to spit it out, Zilla walked into the ED. He had been calling his girlfriend with no answer so came in to check on her. His face scrunched when he laid eyes on her and saw the doctor standing close to her. Waiting for a few nurses and patients to pass in front of him, he approached his girlfriend from behind and slid his hand around her neck to her throat, gently leaning her head back. He kissed her lips a few times before letting her go, allowing his hand to rest on her waist. 

"You okay?" She asked looking at him. 

He nodded, sizing Dr. Miller up. "I'm straight. You ain't answer so I came to make sure you was aight."

Toni covered her laugh watching the scene unfold in front of her. Moriah checked her phone seeing the missed calls. 

"Oh I'm sorry, babe. I was talking to Toni and then Dr. Miller came up. Which let me not be rude … babe, this is the charge nurse, Toni and this is Dr. Miller," she said sweetly, "Yall this is my boyfriend, Zilla."

Toni stuck her hand out to Zilla still laughing, "Finally I get to meet Mr. Man who interrupted my ED."

"My bad, Toni," he laughed, "Ima do it again though."

Toni laughed. "For your sake it better not be a real emergency cause I'm not giving her the phone again. Dr. Miller, don't be rude. Speak."

Dr. Miller looked between all three, actively tryna avoid the scowl on Zilla's face. "Not ride, just didn't wanna interrupt. Nice to meet you. Zilla is it?"

Zilla tilted his head a little. "That's what I said, uce."

Moriah glared at Toni, who kept laughing. "Okay so yall have a good night. Let's go, babe."

"Wait, wait," Toni called out reaching across the station to grab Moriah's arm as she tried to go, "Don't you remember that Dr. Miller was about to tell you what he was thinking. Go head, Dr. Miller. Tell Moriah."

He scratched the back of his neck, "Oh I uh I was just gonna see if Moriah wanted to get a drink with me to relax after work. As uh as … as co-workers."

Moriah mouthed to Toni that she was gonna hurt her as Toni continued to laugh while Zilla held Dr. Miller's stare, silently daring him to look away. 

"She good, uce. I got all the relaxation she need. Come on, Fat."

Moriah waved to them before leaving. When they got to their car, Zilla helped her in before going to the driver side. She watched him as he drove, a slight frown on her face that made him laugh. 

"You always watchin me, man? What you want?"

She pushed his arm, "You know what. Why you do that?"

"Do what? Come check on you?" He laughed. "I was being a good boyfriend."

"By scaring that poor man. He was so nervous, Zay."

"Good, he should be. He was too close to you. Talkin bout gettin a drink, fuck outta here." He fussed as he sped through traffic. "Thought you was gon go for that? Naaah, not my Fat."

A smile slowly made its way onto her face, she poked at his face. He swatted her hand away. 

"Chill with that."

She kept going. "Is my Zilla jealous? Is that what I hear?"

"Ain't nobody jealous."

"Mmmm … you felt some type of way. You've never seen anybody flirt with me? Not since you been out." She teased.

He looked over at her for a moment not saying anything. 

"Its okay, I kinda liked seeing you like that. Plus Dr. Miller is a lot. I've been turning him down for the last month."

"Let me know if he bother you again."

Moriah giggled. "Yes sir."

"Aight now, you enjoyin it a little too much, Fat." He chuckled. 

She shrugged playfully. "After dinner are we calling your mom or did you already call?"

"I wasn't gon call her without you. She'd be mad if I did that anyway, whenever I talk to her she stay askin if I checked on you and if you got what you need."

"Yup cause I'm her favorite, not you."

"If it wasn't for me, yall wouldn't even know each other," he exclaimed playfully. 

"Oooh the jealously bug just bit you up today, huh?"

"Since you got jokes, you gon be at work tomorrow with bites."

She stopped laughing. "Wait, that's my funny. Don't do that."

"Ooooh it ain't funny no more, Fat?" He laughed. 

"Noooo. Last time you did that, I had bites everywhere when I met your grandma. And my mama thought you was beating me up."

"Shit, I was just not in the way she was thinking. But that was your fault cause you thought you was funny. I'm funnier though, Fat."

She folded her arms, pouting. "What if I say sorry?"

"Too late for that, babygirl. Just prepare yourself."

Thomas got off the elevator a quarter pass seven, making a beeline for the emergency department. One of the patients he was helping with needed assistance so he wasn't able to leave in time. Making it to the nurses station, he went to Toni.

"What do you need, Thomas?" She asked not looking up from her paperwork. 

He looked around as he spoke. "Nurse DeBreaux, is she here?"

"No, she's not," she answered now looking at him, "Why are you looking for her? There are plenty of nurses in Pediatrics where you are assigned."

"I needed to ask her a question about a patient that was in the ED," he lied quickly, "It's not an emergency. When does she work again?"

"I can call her for you, Thomas."

"No, just tell me when she works. I'll come back."

Toni hummed. "Tomorrow at 7am."

"Thank you, Toni. I owe you."

"Uhuh, don't get yourself into any trouble now."

He flashed her a quick smile before leaving. Toni sat with the interaction for a moment, replaying it in her head. Something felt weird to her but she brushed it off.

#AAO #Zilla & Moriah #Zilla Fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

[lmkqueenwrites]

Kings AU

Hello!

I finally got the guts to make a sideblog and post LMK stuff so here’s my AU. Called the Kings AU

This is a oneshot for the idea. Information will be given after a couple more oneshots

Questions can be sent as asks or comments! I will answer either way!

First meeting

Chapter 1 MK’s pov

Information on AU

Chapter 2

Words: 1016

AO3 Link

Qi Xiaotian hopped around the ship happily with Mei happily following. "You sure are excited for this trip!" She commented. He laughed "Of course I am! We're going to the home of the Monkey king! The being all of heaven feared!" Tang approached with a small correction "The Monkey king hasn’t been seen here in many millennia. It’s more likely for us to see the Shadow king" Xiaotian rubbed his neck in embarrassment at the mistake he had gotten so excited he forgot.

Mei tried to pick up the mood, "You've told me the Shadow king had amazing powers too!" And it worked as both the teacher and their pupil lit up and Xiaotian spoke up, "Of course! He isn’t called the Shadow king for nothing! He can control the shadows forming and bending them to his liking!" Mei chuckled. She already knew most of this but it made her friend happy to talk about so she would sit through it again.

When they got there the sun was setting so they agreed to set up camp and look around in the morning. The group was all in a deep sleep getting ready for the adventure the next day. All expect one who couldn’t sleep. Xiaotian looked around at the campsite and then at the full moon. He could definitely sneak out. They would check the area when they all woke up, but it was too enticing for him. This was the home of the monkey kings! Xiaotian got up quietly just because he couldn’t sleep doesn’t mean he should wake the others.

He ran off towards the forest. He knew a place he wanted to see. He had read enough books that he hoped he knew where he was going. The forest was lit up by the full moon but was eerily silent. Xiaotian felt like he was being watched. Eventually the explorer reached a river and smiled. All he had to do now was follow the river upstream!

As he followed the river, he realized some of the eyes watching him were curious monkeys. Then one loudly called. Xiaotian looked around and noticed the waterfall he was looking for. But what wasn’t what the monkey had called for. On top of the waterfall was a figure. And it was staring at Xiaotian illuminated by the moon behind it. Then it faded as soon as it had appeared, and the monkeys went back to staring at the explorer.

He knew he should be afraid. He was messing with immortals. But yet he kept going. He climbed the cliff and went through the waterfall curtain. Suddenly it was like all the light from the moon was blown out and darkness engulfed him. He knew that wasn’t normal and shivered. He had a good idea who was doing this, but it didn’t make him any less scared. No one had interacted with the king in millennia. What if he wasn’t friendly? Xiaotian knew he should run. But he was so close!

So, he stepped forward deeper into the pitch-dark cave as he tried to talk to the king who was probably somewhere in this darkness. "I’m sorry for invading. I’m not here to steal from you. Or damage anything. I’m just a curious explorer. My group is sleeping at the beach" Silence for a good minute. Then some of the darkness receded. Xiaotian lit up at the sight of a house. He tentatively walked up to it looking it over in awe. He shivered. The darkness felt like it was constantly watching him. It probably was. Not wanting him to lie and damage something.

He was careful as he walked in the open door. While the outside looked immaculate the inside looked like the room of a child. Things strung everywhere. But what shocked Xiaotian the most was the fact that everything was so old. Millennia old! The inside of this house hadn’t been interacted with in millennia. He carefully stepped over things and didn’t touch anything which seemed to appease the darkness as it receded more.

The light that flooded the house made it much easier for Xiaotian to see and step over things, but he was noticing a pattern. None of this stuff fit the personality of the King of Shadows. So, he asked the shadows still lingering around him. "Who does this house belong too?" The darkness didn’t reply in words, but it gently drew the explorer's attention to some clothes. Xiaotian being the history nerd he was had instantly recognized them. They belonged to the Monkey king!

He knelt down curious. To his surprise the shadows did nothing to keep him from messing with the clothes. But not wanting to break the thin line of trust he only tried on the head piece with two long feathers and moved to a nearby mirror. He smiled like a child trying on their parents’ clothes. But he noticed something behind him in his reflection. He turned around to see it better. A small black cat who sat there. Xiaotian blinked confused at the cat but moved to place the head piece he had back, so the shadows didn’t get mad.

When he turned again the cat was gone. He shrugged. With his exploration of this house coming to an end Xiaotian left. The cave was now lit up by the full moon no longer suffocated in darkness. But it was time for him to go back to camp. He needed at least a little sleep so that he could explore more in the morning.

As he climbed down the cliff towards the forest again the monkeys greeted him. He was confused but started heading back to the beach. After a moment he realized the monkeys were making sure he actually went back to the beach. But he got there faster than he had gotten to the waterfall, so he guesses it’s a win. He walked quietly up to his sleeping bag and tent and went back to sleep thinking about what he has seen and what he will see in the morning. He couldn’t wait.

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[elentiyawhitethorn]

When Passion Rules the Game | Part Four

CW: NSFW, language

Part Three//Part Five//Masterlist//2976 words

“Shut up,” Aelin hissed, elbowing Elide. “Aedion can’t know about this.”

She had told Elide and Dorian everything about her last encounter with Rowan (save for what had happened after), and they both refused to stop bringing it up. Aelin swore to herself that she would never gossip with them again, but she knew she would cave eventually.

Elide was currently standing next to Aelin at the work party they were attending, pointing out Rowan and telling her how hot he looked, just to rile her up. As if Aelin didn’t already know.

And Aedion, her cousin, was making his way over to the pair of them. Unaware of Aelin’s inner turmoil, he marched up to them and said, “How’s everything coming along?”

“Great,” Aelin said with a smile. “I already got Chaol Westfall to donate to the organization.” They were hosting a fundraising event for their newest branch, a charity revolving around children with limited education opportunities. They had only been here for fifteen minutes, and Chaol, who Aelin suspected only agreed because he had a crush on her, had donated quite a sum after she sweet-talked him into it.

Aedion grinned. “I knew every time you convinced Dad to get you another ice cream or a new pair of shoes, you were made for bigger things.”

Aelin laughed. “You’re horrible.”

He grinned. “What about you, Elide? Good day?”

Elide rasied an eyebrow. “If successfully corralling Aelin around the room counts as a good day, then I’d say so.”

“I’m not that hard to manage,” Aelin protested with a scoff.

Elide snorted. “Whatever you want to tell yourself.”

Before she could respond, someone cleared their throat in a microphone, tapping it experimentally. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention.”

It was Lysandra Ennar, another friend of Aelin’s who often worked publicity events such as these. While everyone else turned and focused on the speaker, Aelin started making her way across the room.

“Thank you all for attending tonight. May I welcome your main speaker tonight, the CEO of Terrasen Corp., Miss Aelin Galathynius!”

Aelin reached the podium with perfect timing, stepping up and taking the mic from Lys with a smile. Then she turned to her audience.

The speech went well. Very well, in fact. Aelin loved many parts of her job, but this was her favorite. Making a difference.

And Aelin excelled at talking to crowds. She made eye contact with different people in the audience, kept her features light and apt, but solemn at the right times, and most importantly, she spoke from her heart. Every rich donor in the room had teared up by the time she was through with them, Aelin noticed proudly.

Upon the completion of her speech, she wandered the room and spoke further to individual people. With Rowan.

That was the other thing. Rowan’s job here was the coordinations director of this new project. Which meant not only was he required to be with her tonight, but they had been working together closely all week.

It had been one week and one day since the incident, as Aelin was starting to call it. Things had been tense, but each had done a good job of sticking to their work and getting things done. Now, on a Saturday, they were launching this new project to the public. Aelin was excited, and no amount of interaction with Rowan could diminish that.

Once Aelin finished up wrangling a healthy sum out of Meave Cadreson, much to everyone’s shock and Aelin’s eternal joy, she stepped out covertly, heading away from the main room and down the hall. Standing so close to Rowan and watching him walk around in a fucking tuxedo was getting to be too much for her. Aelin had done plenty tonight, and no one would notice if she slipped away for a few minutes. She walked toward the elevator, deciding that she could straighten up a few things in her office just to take her mind off him.

Just before the doors could shut, a hand appeared between them and pulled enough to have them automatically opening again. Rowan.

He stepped in the elevator, and Aelin watched in silence as the doors slid shut behind him. Glancing over to the control panel, Aelin realized it was a long way up.

“You left your own event.”

Aelin smiled, pretending the way he crossed his arms and the elevator started ascending didn’t turn her on. “I’ve done enough. I just thought I should catch up on some work.”

Rowan nodded. He didn’t explain why he’d caught up with her. And that was the end of the conversation.

Aelin’s office was on the sixtieth floor. It was a long and arduous journey (read: Aelin is impatient), and she even brought paperwork to sit on the elevator’s floor and do some days. Her employees found it amusing.

But today, there was no paperwork. There was just Aelin and Rowan.

They were staring at each other, staring becasue there was no where else to look. And an indecipherable expression began to cross Rowan’s face.

“You look stunning tonight, Miss Galathynius.”

He was right, in fact. In the long red dress she had on, she knew how she looked, especially to the male prospective donors. Aelin smiled a bit tightly, trying not to be as excited by this comment as she was inclined to be. “You look quite handsome yourself, Mr. Whitethorn.”

Oh, how Dorian would laugh if he could see them now. He didn’t work in the office building, so Elide had discreetly snapped a photo on her phone to show him. Dorian had laughed endlessly, claiming that even though he was straight, he would do anything “that beauty” asked of him. In other words, they both sucked.

Floor eleven arrived. The silence lengthened. Aelin felt the need to say something. “You did well tonight with the people. We made the right decision in hiring you.”

Rowan smiled. “Thank you.”

Floor twenty-four.

Aelin averted her eyes, feeling awkward as fuck. In the faint reflection of the metal walls, she could make out him still watching her. His gaze dipped lower and Aelin cleared her throat, turning back to him. His eyes immediately snapped back to her own.

“Why are here, if you don’t mind me asking? More work to catch up on?” Aelin kept her tone even, but her hands were shaking with anticipation. She clenched them into fists and hid them in the skirt of her dress.

Rowan smirked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this man was not allowed to smirk at her. It did unspeakable things to Aelin.

“I just thought I would accompany you. This is your big day, after all. I didn’t think you should be alone.”

Aelin nodded faintly. “I see.” Her voice was slightly out-of-breath.

They reached floor thirty. Halfway there.

“Do you ever think about it?” Aelin asked, not letting herself review that question in her head before it popped out.

Rowan knew exactly what she was talking about. “Of course I think about it. Every fucking day. You have no idea how much torture it is to see you in those gods-damn pantsuits. Or now.” His gaze shamelessly dropped to the dip in her dress. While this dress wasn’t nearly as revealing as what Aelin had been wearing when she met Rowan, it still didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

Maybe they had both had too much champagne.

“I think I have some idea,” Aelin replied.

Rowan looked back at her. And took a step forward. Aelin licked her lips.

The elevator dinged. How had the last half of the ride passed that quickly? Shaking herself out of her reverie, Aelin stepped out, grateful. There was a camera in the elevator.

“Come with me,” she said, but it was more of a request than an order. Allowing Rowan to decide if he wanted to go through with this.

He nodded, and Aelin nonchalantly walked down the hall a short ways, heading for the door to her office on the right. As soon as they were both inside and the door was locked, Rowan was upon her.

Aelin gasped against his lips as he pushed her against the door, pinning her wrists. She kissed him back passionately. Only two weeks of denying herself since their initial meeting, and Aelin was pent-up, desperate to feel him again.

Rowan broke the kiss, pressing his body even harder against hers. “You look so fucking perfect in that dress.” His voice was a gravelly heaven, a sound that Aelin had been dreaming of.

She moaned quietly. “Rowan,” she gasped.

Rowan started kissing her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.

“Oh, gods, Rowan you can’t…” Her voice was barely audible, a pleasured whisper.

“What is it, baby?” he mumbled.

Aelin almost forgot what her protest had been, then remembered and said, “You’ll leave marks. There’s no fucking way I’m walking out of here in a dress and a scarf.”

Rowan hummed, debating this, then stepped back. “Get on your knees.”

It was all Aelin could do to hold back a groan at the words. She knelt, as instructed.

“Good girl,” Rowan murmured.

Aelin pressed her thighs together in a pathetic attempt at quenching her desire, and reached for his pants. She had been wondering what it was like to taste this man for far too long. Her sanity probably wouldn’t have survived if Aelin never got to.

She pulled out his cock, giving it an experimental pump. Rowan groaned, the sound like a drug. Spurred on, Aelin twisted her wrist, delighting in the sensation of having Rowan’s cock harden in her hand.

She leaned forward and placed her lips on him. Small kisses to his cock had Rowan growling ferally. “Aelin.”

His tone was not one to ignore. Knowing there would be consequences if Aelin didn’t do as was expected of her, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

The groan that tore from Rowan’s mouth as she bobbed her head forward had her heart speeding up. Or stopping altogether; she couldn’t say. Aelin made an O with her lips and took him deeper, relaxing her mouth around him.

Rowan reached down and grabbed several strands of Aelin’s hair, tugging them lightly as he got a hold on her. She groaned softly, both from the sensation and from the knowledge that she was entirely at his mercy.

Rowan praised her as she moved, not yet controlling her completely. Aelin took him deeper and deeper with each bob, sucking the delicate appendage a bit too much, secretly pleased with the hiss the movement drew from his throat.

“You want me to fuck your throat, sweetheart? I will if you don’t behave.”

Both of them knew that Aelin was not opposed to that idea.

In response, she sucked harder, flattening her tongue and letting her teeth scrape against his cock.

Rowan tightened his grip on her hair and thrust into her mouth. Aelin moaned around his cock, and the vibrations had him cursing. He started moving harder, setting a brutal, punishing pace.

Aelin felt his tip hit the back of her throat, and she slid a hand down to the hem of her dress. Before she could get her hand where she needed it, Rowan said, “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?”

The only light came from the cracks in the window shades, pulled closed, and she didn’t realize he would be able to see her. Aelin could only whine in reply. He didn’t stop fucking her mouth.

“Maybe I’ll let you come tonight if you’re good. But you have to listen to me.” Rowan’s voice held amusement, clearly taking pleasure in her struggle. Aelin reluctanly pulled her hand out of her dress.

He whispered some more dirty praises to her, as well as a few threats, and Aelin couldn’t help but feel relieved the only other people in the building were sixty floors below them.

Rowan thrust into her mouth with one last groan, then paused. He pulled her off his cock, ignoring Aelin’s pleas to keep going, and yanked her to her feet.

“I’m going to come inside of you, you little slut. Do you understand me?”

Aelin nodded desperately. “Please.”

“Bend over.” Rowan nodded to the desk.

Aelin pushed some papers aside, then bent over, gripping the edge of the desk in anticipation.

Rowan pulled her dress up, then slid her panties down. Aelin lifted each ankle in turn after he dropped them, leaving her sex bare and exposed to the chilly air. They always ran the air conditioning too much in this building.

Rowan, apparently done toying with her, gripped her hips. He lined himself up with her entrance, and Aelin gasped as she felt his cock part her folds. “Please,” she whispered, for extra measure.

Rowan chuckled, then slid in. All the way.

Aelin buried her head in the desk, gripping the end tighter. He buried himself inside of Aelin with one thrust, groaning breathlessly. She didn’t make a sound, just held on for dear life.

Way too soon, Rowan started moving. He leisurely slid into Aelin, then back out. The pause between thrusts started lessening as he picked up speed.

“Look at you,” Rowan muttered. “You and your tight little pussy.”

Aelin’s toes curled painfully in the high heels that she was having trouble standing in. Rowan’s fingers started to dig into her hips tighter, and Aelin felt exhilarated by the knowledge that he was marking her, that there would be evidence of this the next day and she couldn’t just dismiss it as a dream.

Rowan slammed into Aelin, his balls slapping her clit, and she cried out. He didn’t let up, moving harder and deeper with every thrust. The sweet pain of his fingers digging into her hips was enough to have Aelin groaning as she came.

Rowan cursed as she tightened around his cock. He moved impossibly harder, using Aelin to chase the same pleasure.

Aelin thought she heard some sort of ding, but quickly dismissed the thought as Rowan came inside of her, filling her so delightfully. She sighed, intoxicated from the feel of him.

Rowan muttered a few more praises as he pulled out of her. Aelin shakily stood, still using the desk for support. Before she could say anything, a knock sounded on the door and they both froze.

“Aelin? You okay? I just wanted to check on you since you’ve been gone for so long.” It was Elide’s voice.

The handle started to turn and Aelin yelled. “Wait!” The handle stopped moving. “Um, I’m just…”

“Just what?” Elide asked, suspicious of her tone.

Aelin thought for a moment. “Doing some paperwork.”

“And I’m not allowed in to see you committing the scandalous act of paperwork? What are you actually doing?”

“I… spilled something on my dress so I’m changing into my spare work clothes.”

“Liar,” Elide called. “You’re probably mooning over Rowan again, aren’t you? Maybe you’re even—”

“Elide!” Aelin squeaked. She didn’t dare face Rowan.

“Oh, gods, is he in there?” Elide started laughing. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” Aelin hissed. “Go away.”

Elide’s laughter got louder. “Just letting you know, people are going to start wondering where you are. You might want to finish that up pretty quickly.” Elide was still laughing to herself as Aelin her heels clicking down the hallway.

Finally, absolutely petrified, Aelin turned back to Rowan. In the semidarkness, she could make out a smirk, but that was about it.

“You told your assistant about us.”

Aelin tried not to shiver at the word “us.” She crossed her arms. “She’s one of my best friends, okay. She won’t tell anyone.”

Rowan hummed amusedly, then—thank the gods—seemed to drop it for now. “So, Aelin. Miss Galathynius.” She barely stopped herself from frowning at that. “Will this be… happening again?”

Aelin knew better than to ask if he wanted it to. He clearly did. “It can. But just to be clear, it won’t earn you any special treatment. And if you chose to end this at any time, there will be no repercussions for you. No matter how this ends, your job will not be affected in any way.”

Rowan nodded. “I’m glad.”

“And we won’t be doing this again,” Aelin continued, waving a hand around her office. “I am a professional, and there will be no more office hookups. This stays out of our careers. And,” she added, “when we are here, I am your boss, and you will treat me with the respect I deserve. There will be no talk of this while we’re here, no glances or innuendos. And this is just sex. Nothing more.”

Aelin was a CEO, and she had to be good with words and contracts to make it to where she was now. This was a mixture of both. It was easy for her to decide how to arrange this, and Aelin wouldn’t have this backfiring on her.

Rowan nodded again, agreeing. “I understand, Miss Galathynius.”

Aelin cleared her throat. “Perhaps now that the awkwardness has abated, you can refer to me as Aelin? Most of my employees do.”

“Only if you call me Rowan.”

Aelin smiled. Then she said, “And, I know I’ve already said this, but I would like to make this clear—you are allowed to stop this at any time, no questions asked.”

An expression Aelin didn’t recognize in the darkness came over Rowan’s face. “I appreciate it a lot. Thank you.”

“We should go. We’ve been missing for too long. I should head over to the bathroom and fix my hair.”

“Of course,” Rowan agreed. “Aelin.”

She tried to pretend hearing her name on his lips didn’t melt her heart completely, but it was a losing battle. If only Aelin understood what feeling like that meant.

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[gayfrenchtoast]

Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

#decendants #decendants 3 #mal #carlos de vil #jay #harry hook #uma

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Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

#forzen #hlvrai forzen #hlvrai #hc time #PLEASE let this show up in the tags this time i will actually cry if not i spent so long on this

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The Future is Bright, Chapter 5

[Chapter 1 (Beginning)] // [Chapter 4] // [Chapter 5 - you are here!] // [Chapter 6] // [Chapter 10 (End)] (FFN)

It’s time for our crew to get some answers! Maybe some time to cool off is all they need... but it couldn’t hurt to see how the future’s changed.

Summary: What would happen if Cole had indeed had a reflection in the tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master? How would that have changed his life later? What would it have been? This story follows what might have happened if he had seen something, and what it was; who he would have become. What if his future was already decided?... (Rated T for safety. Alternate title: the Cosmic Spoilers AU.)

Chapter 5: Reflection

A couple days later, Cole, Jay, and Nya were on board R.E.X. to the tomb. Lloyd had been vehemently opposed ("No way! I am not about to see another prophecy for my future, you can count me out"), so it was just the three of them. Cole didn't say so, but he preferred it that way, just going with his two closest friends. He knew he could trust them, no matter what he saw. Not that he couldn't trust Lloyd, but this was especially close to home. He didn't want to share it with everyone.

When the three finally reached the maze and had dusted themselves off from the sliding fall, Nya looked around with an excited grin on her face. "Wow… this place is amazing!"

"Yeah, it's really pretty," Cole said with a smile, admiring the faraway ice. "Kinda forgot how nice, honestly."

"How could you forget?! Look at it!"

"I don't know? I just did!" He chuckled. "We came here once, and I had other things to think about."

Jay laughed. "Okay, well, I have to try something now. I've been wanting to for years."

Cole looked over at him. "Yeah? What?"

Jay grinned obnoxiously, before shouting at the top of his lungs. "ECHO!" 

The sound bounced off the ice, echoing through the cave. It faded slowly, almost turning into a sort of ringing, but eventually subsided.

Cole snickered. "Really? You come back here after years and the first thing you do is shout 'echo?'"

"Oh, shut up!" Jay laughed. "Okay, you know what's better?"

"Well–"

"Rhetorical question!" He turned back toward the maze. "NINJA-GO!"

Nya rolled her eyes, smiling. "You are so nutty, Jay."

"You love me, though."

"I do."

Cole grinned at their interaction. "We're almost to where we saw the visions. You ready, Nya?"

"Uh… yes?" She raised an eyebrow, but her demeanor was still cheerful.

Jay rolled his eyes. "That's not really an answer, Nya. Just saying."

"Well, it's kind of an answer," Cole defended.

"No it isn't! I mean, her answer should be an answer, not a question, if you asked a question." He paused. "...Wait, that made no sense."

Nya took his hand, cutting him off. "What did you see in here, Jay?"

Jay nodded. "Okay, it's been a while, but basically I wear an eye patch and look awesome."

Cole grinned at him. "Hold on, Jay. Didn't you say there was something else, too?"

"Whaaat? No."

"Uh-huh. Something about another person?" He winked at Nya.

"I thought you couldn't hear me saying that!" Jay exclaimed.

"Not my fault you talk in your sleep."

Nya laughed. "Sleeptalking, really?"

Jay looked between the two of them and blanched, blinking a few times. "I– you– You listen to me talk in my sleep?!"

Cole couldn't help laughing loudly. "You were talking really loudly, and I was awake drawing! It was only once, anyway."

"Stupid shared dorm room," his best friend grumbled.

"Not like we use it any more. Come on."

Still bickering, the three approached the ice wall. It shone in the light, reflecting the little bit of light there was and casting a glare at the same time. Its ice was the palest blue, with the shadows and illusions of many more walls behind it, all fractures and fractals and fragments that no mind could really come to know.

Cole looked up at its towering heights. Once again, it reminded him of how small he truly was... even the Master of Earth was small in comparison to the rest of the world. In history's opinion, his troubles might seem small. He would seem small.

Still, Cole eventually looked to his companions too, and they all gazed up in their awe.

Nya's voice was low. "FSM…"

"Pretty cool, huh?" Jay nudged her with his elbow.

She grinned at him. "This is amazing! No wonder you guys got lost!"

"Well, it is a maze," Cole noted, trying to shake off his thoughts. "We don't have to go in to see the reflections, just down to get out. It's easy enough."

"Then let's not waste any time!"

The three approached the ice, and Jay grinned as he caught sight of his. "Whaddaya know? I still have the eyepatch."

Nya laughed, speaking under her breath. "That brings up some interesting memories..." Then she looked at herself and smiled, pausing. "...Wow… I look really happy. I'm all dressed up for some reason."

Jay grinned and put an arm around her. "Yeah, you do. Just look at that hair! You're gorgeous."

She giggled. "Jay! Come on!"

"What? It's true! You look amazing in the future!" He kissed her cheek. "Just like your mom– not that I like your mom, but y'know–"

"Jay. I get it." She laughed. "You're so sweet."

Cole rolled his eyes at them and approached the ice, tuning out their lovey-dovey conversation in favor of focusing. He had to know his own future, just once more, to be satisfied. Would it be what he saw before? What was he going to see?

He reached the ice and focused, looking intently, and there it was. Future Cole looked him in the eyes, and was familiar.

The man in the mirror was almost just like him. His hair was only the slightest bit longer that Cole's current hair– he must have grown it out since he last saw the reflection, because the difference was small, but it was identical to last time. His eyes in the future were the same as the present, which now had that orange glint they always seemed to carry. There was the orange scar on his temple, too, and its easy understanding with the Day of the Departed come to pass. Physically, Future Cole was identical to Present Cole.

The clothing, of course that stupid clothing; it was the same as what he'd seen before, too. His reflection wore white robes with blue accents, with a woven pattern reminiscent of clouds and a belt that clasped with his dragon emblem. Future Cole's clothing was a dead ringer– this thing he wore was Shintaran, not Ninjagian. Add half of a yin-yang pin set, pinned to his chest just above his heart, and it was clear to see... nothing had changed.

Cole sighed heavily. "My reflection's the same."

Jay turned, then moved over to look, leaving his own reflection where it sat. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah." He nodded at Jay, and the two came over to look. "Identical. My future hasn't changed." He looked back at Future Cole, who looked at him in equal disappointment and hope. "Most of it's already come true."

Nya hummed. "Guess so, if you mean the scar. Those really are Shintaran robes."

Jay grinned. "So it's just like what you thought!"

Cole sighed again, avoiding their gaze. "...Yeah. It's exactly what I thought." He looked back at the reflection, then paused as he spotted something. "Actually, I take that back. I don't remember a gold and white smudge next to me..."

Nya squinted at it. "I think it's part of it, Cole."

"Well, why would there be a smudge? All of me is right there."

"Maybe it's another person. You said that two people can show up in these sometimes."

"If there was going to be another person, wouldn't it just show her like it did for Jay?" He looked behind himself, but there wasn't anything there. "Maybe it's just dirty."

"Nah, it's got to be a person." Jay scrubbed the ice with his sleeve. "That's got to be intentional, Cole."

"Come on, all this detail and they leave that part out?" He gestured at it. "That's the part I'm stuck on!"

Nya put an arm around his shoulders. "Well, hey. Do you really want to see that part?" He looked at her oddly, and she continued. "You have to figure that part out the slow way. The journey is the best part, and maybe the ice only shows people that you're certain will be in your future."

He sighed. "Well… I guess, you're right, but–"

"No buts!" Jay interjected. "You know where to look, start looking! You have to let go of wanting to control what happens and let it happen!"

"But–"

"No buts!"

Cole groaned, giving Jay a dark look. "Fine! Fine, I'll let it go!"

"Good man!"

"You stink."

Nya rolled her eyes. "Hey. Chin up, Cole. I bet you already kind of know who she is. Take the clues it's giving you and use them. Maybe Vania can help?"

"Yeah!" Jay added. "You can describe it to her, get her help."

Cole paused, thinking about it. "Well… I guess it's not a bad idea. I brought a sketchbook and pencils."

"There you go! We can stay all day while you draw. I've got stuff to try here!"

Nya shook her head, stepping back as Jay began to mill about. "That makes me incredibly nervous."

Cole laughed. "Same here, but I'm not gonna question it." He grabbed the bag he'd brought and dug around, pulling out a sketchbook and some pencils. "I won't take too long."

"You've got time." Nya smiled at him. "Just have fun with it."

"Yeah." He smiled back. "Okay. I guess I'll get started."

Without any more ado, Jay and Nya wandered off into the ice maze together, hand in hand. Cole tuned out the echoing sounds of their voices for the millionth time, instead picking the pencil he'd use to start the base of his sketch. It was light in his hand, and he spun it between his fingers a few times, watching it turn.

When he finally looked up again, he stared at the reflection, trying to make it out. The gold smudge seemed almost more defined, or clear, or something. As he looked at it, he slowly came to understand what it was... gold and white. Someone's golden hair and pale complexion, and white clothes. It hadn't looked like a person before, but that had to be because the person's skin was a very light tone; whoever she was, she was a Shintaran. What a surprise.

He sighed heavily. "Just get started, Cole," he muttered to himself, beginning to sketch. "Get it over with and get out of here, then you can be done with this stupid tomb. You never have to come back here, you never have to think about this again, you can just get the future over with and stop worrying about what's going to happen there and with Vania and with everything."

"What?" Jay called from somewhere indistinct, voice echoing eerily as he responded. "Did you say something, Cole?"

"Nope!" Cole called back, immediately resolving not to talk to himself more. "I didn't say anything!"

"You sure?"

"I'm sure! Don't mind me!" He turned back to his reflection, muttering more quietly. "Just got to start drawing the stupid thing…" He put pencil to paper, consigning himself to sitting there for a while.

Slowly, under his hand, the sketch came together. The light pencil lines slowly darkened, the pose sharpening into something he understood, the frame becoming secure and solid. It was a man, standing tall and broad, and slowly the details filtered in; the robes, the face, the hair. He sighed, letting his pencils shade as his mind wandered. This was him… this was what he was going to become. Was he ready?

Whether he was ready or not, Cole knew he had to face the future sometime. Might as well be with a reference drawing, to keep in a book or put on the wall.

When Cole colored it, Cole made sure to add in the golden smudge person. Hopefully it would help him later.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfic #OLST fanfic #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago vania #cole brookstone #jay walker #nya smith #princess vania #vania #colania #cole x vania #vania x cole #vanillacake #vanillacakeshipping #ninjago au #the future is bright

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Baby Moron | Steve Harrington

masterlist found here

pairing - Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader word count - 2,947 warnings - Stranger Things 3 spoilers A/N - this is for the anon who requested it AGES ago and @probablynotfinnwolfhard @linkispink1995 @exquisitebts and the anon who voted for this!

summary - You and Steve were in love, and all he wanted was to protect you- and that was before he found out you were pregnant. And now, trapped with the Russians and drugged out of his mind, Steve wouldn’t let a thing happen to you.

At 18, your life was not exactly going to plan. You did not plan to get pregnant, get kicked out of your parents’ house, and start living paycheck to paycheck with Steve Harrington.

You and Steve had been dating for a little over a year when you got pregnant. You were just glad he didn’t abandon you. You could deal with your parents disowning you as long as you had Steve.

And the two of you weren’t in this alone either. Steve still lived at home, and you had moved in with Hopper and El. It was challenging at times, but you were just glad you had the support of your friends.

You were searching for a job, but you kept coming up short. Steve’s job at Scoops Ahoy didn’t exactly provide you both with enough money to eventually support a child. You were so grateful that Hopper fed you and let you live with him for free, but you couldn’t mooch off of him forever. You needed a house of your own and a crib for a baby and formula and diapers and toys and clothes and more and more and more. Minimum wage from an ice cream parlor would not pay for that.

Still, you were grateful for Steve. He could’ve run away when he found out you were pregnant, but he didn’t.

You were about two weeks late on your period. You had been feeling increasingly nauseous. You were crabby and tired and irritable- all more so than usual. You went to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test as nonchalantly as you could, your eyes constantly on the lookout for someone you knew. Luckily, your parents weren’t home, so you burst into your house and headed straight to the bathroom.

The few minutes that it took for the test to show the results were agonizing. You searched the kitchen cupboards for a timer and set it, then paced back and forth in the bathroom. You chewed on your thumbnail the whole time. You weren’t ready to be a mother. You and Steve weren’t ready for those responsibilities. Steve. Steve wouldn’t stick around, that was for sure. What would you do without him? How would you do this without him?

The timer went off, and you snatched up the pregnancy test.

Positive.

You sunk to the ground, leaning your back against the cabinet and burst into tears. You couldn’t let go of the pregnancy test. Maybe if you squeezed it tightly enough, you could change your fate.

You loved kids, but you weren’t ready to have one. Hell, you felt like you were still one yourself.

You knew having an abortion was an option, but the idea of that scared you more than actually having the baby. It wasn’t that you were morally against abortions, it was just that, now that you were in a situation where you could actually get one, you weren’t sure you could do it.

If you weren’t 100% sure, you knew that option was out the window.

The next step, you knew, was to tell Steve. You had to do it right away, because the longer you put it off, the less likely you would be to do it until it was awkwardly late. You called Steve, trying to sound as calm as you could, and told him to come over. As soon as you opened your front door, he could tell something was wrong. He could see it in your eyes. You walked with him into the living room and sat down beside him. He tried to reach out for your hand, but you pulled away.

Steve thought you were breaking up with him. He started racking his brain, trying to think of what he had done. He was already ready with a hundred apologies for anything that came to mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

Okay. He was not ready for that.

“You, you’re, what did you say?”

You took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant, Steve.” He didn’t say anything and wasn’t even looking at you. You expected this, but it still hurt. “I’m so sorry, Steve. Maybe I forgot to take my birth control? I don’t know. I’m so, so sorry.” He still didn’t say anything, and his eyes were still on the floor. “Please say something.”

Steve heard the crack in your voice and finally looked up. He had tears in his eyes, but he didn’t look mad. Your heart felt a little more at ease. “You’re keeping it, right?” he asked. You nodded, and he sniffed. “I’m gonna be a dad?” He didn’t sound angry. Maybe a little scared, but not angry. A tear fell from your eye as you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “But you don’t have to, like, support-”

“Whoa, hey, what are you talking about?” he said. You finally let him hold your hands in his. “I’m going to support you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” Steve said, wiping a tear from your cheek. “No, of course not. I love you. And now we’re having a baby?” He laughed. “This is, it’s nuts. It’s not exactly how I expected our lives to go.”

“I know,” you said, feeling your lower lip quiver. 

“But I love you,” he said again. “And I’m totally ready to go down this road with you.”

“What if I can’t do it?” you asked with a sniff.

“You can do it,” he said. “Cuz you’re not gonna be alone, okay?”

“I’m gonna go crazy,” you said, putting your forehead in your hands. “I’m gonna turn into a crazy pregnant lady.”

Steve laughed again. “If you go crazy, we’ll go crazy together.”

Steve got a job at Scoops Ahoy right after that. Now, a little over two months later, he hated it. Not because it was a particularly bad job, but because he was an 18-year-old soon-to-be dad wearing a sailor uniform serving ice cream to children. You deserved better than that. He hated that he couldn’t give you something better than that. You didn’t mind at all though. Mostly because Steve’s job meant you could get free ice cream.

One day, Steve told you about this crazy Russian message he, Dustin, and his coworker Robin had heard over Dustin’s radio and decoded. When he said they (along with Erica Sinclair because of her convenient and small size- good for squeezing into small spaces) were going to try and find the underground Russian base, you told him you were going with him.

“No way,” he said as soon as the words left your lips. “You’re not coming.”

“And why not?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“Did you not hear what I said about the guards with guns?” he asked.

“I did,” you said.

“Okay, well then that should explain it!” he huffed, throwing his hands in the air.

“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m going with you.”

“You’re pregnant!” he shouted. You were having the fight at your house in your bedroom, but Hopper was out with Joyce and El was out with The Party. You didn’t want them to know about the pending Russian base infiltration, so you were glad they were gone.

“I’m not even three months along!” you said. “I’m already getting bored with you and Hop basically putting me under house arrest. I just want an adventure.”

“Then we can go on a road trip or something!” he said. “I’m not letting you risk your life for this.”

“If you really thought it was a life threatening journey, I don’t think you’d be letting Erica Sinclair go with you. Or Dustin for that matter.”

Steve knew he would lose the fight no matter how hard he tried. He considered telling Hopper, but that would probably get him and Dustin in trouble as well. So, he just caved.

The hardest part of you tagging along was that no one knew you were pregnant. Steve couldn’t ask you repeatedly if you were okay because the others would think he had gone crazy. All he could do was bite his tongue and let you handle yourself.

When you got in the storage room, Steve opened one of the boxes to see what was inside. The contents inside were, well-

“That’s definitely not Chinese food.”

You tried to get a closer look at the contents of the box, but Steve held out an arm to hold you back. “No,” he said sternly.

“What do you mean, no?” you sassed back.

“Just step back, okay?” he said. “This stuff could be dangerous.”

“No, not okay,” you said. “You die, I die, Steve. We’re a team.”

The others were watching your interaction, but no one took notice to the way you put your hand over your stomach. Steve, however, did.

When the elevator fell to the ground floor, you toppled over amongst a pile of boxes. Steve jumped to action as soon as the elevator stopped moving. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” you said, pushing yourself off the ground. “In fact, I’m great now that I know that Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve put his arm around you, pulling you close to his side and kissing the top of your head.

There were a few fleeting moments where you thought you were going to be okay. You made it out of the elevator, Steve won the fight against the Russian, and you found what was happening at the base. Sure, finding another gate wasn’t exactly a win, but you at least now had something to tell Hopper or some other authority about once you got out. But then, you didn’t get out.

At least you, Steve, and Robin didn’t get out.

The Russians split the three of you up to interrogate you individually. “Steve!” you screamed as they dragged you away from him.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve shouted. “I swear to God, don’t touch her!”

When the door between the two of you closed, you felt utterly defeated. They tied your arms behind your back, and one of the Russians tilted your head up to look at him. “Who do you work for?” he asked, his accent thick.

“I don’t work for anyone,” you whimpered. “Steve and Robin work for Scoops Ahoy. I swear, we didn’t mean to come here.”

The Russian slapped you across the face.

This was not going to end well.

They eventually brought you back into the room with Steve, and Robin was there too. “Steve,” you cried, trying to walk over to him. The Russians held you back though, walking you where they wanted you to go. They sat you on a chair so that you, Steve, and Robin were making a triangle shape with your chairs. Steve was unconscious, and Robin was fighting against her restraints. “What did you do to him?” you sobbed.

“Your friend needs a doctor,” the Russian said. “Good thing we have the very best.”

You were trying to keep your chill. You were jealous of Robin who was acting so strong. Granted you tried to cut yourself some slack. Pregnancy hormones and all.

“He’ll be okay,” Robin told you, trying to reach for your hand. You felt her fingers graze yours, and you let out a sigh. Robin started screaming for help, and you focused on not breaking down into sobs again.

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

Both you and Robin breathed out sighs of relief when Steve woke up. “Are you okay?” you asked him.

“I’m fine,” he said. “How’re you? Are you hurt? Did they hit your-”

“I’m fine,” you said, cutting Steve off. “I just want to get out of here and go home.”

The three of you tried to bounce your chairs over to a table where you saw a pair of scissors, but you all fell to the ground. Your broke apart from each other, but you were all still tied to your respective chairs. “Great,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna die in an underground Russian base.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Robin said.

“At least I don’t have to worry about my parents giving a shit,” you said. “Since, you know, they don’t speak to me anymore.”

“Stop talking like that,” Steve said. “We’re all gonna make it out of this, okay?”

When the Russians came back, planning to inject all three of you with some drug, Steve protested as much as he could. “Don’t give her any!” he said, pulling at his restraints to try and get to you. “Don’t give either of them any! Stop!”

They, as expected, ignored him and shot you all in the neck. It didn’t take long for the drugs to come into effect, even though the three of you didn’t think anything was happening. When the Russians came back, you, Steve, and Robin were in a fit of giggles. “Who do you work for?” the Russian asked.

“Scoops,” Steve said. He snickered. “Scoops Ahoy.” The three of you laughed. “Except (Y/N).”

“No, I don’t work there,” you said, shaking your head.

“She’s just my girlfriend,” Steve said. “My girlfriend carrying my little baby.”

“Baby?” Robin repeated.

“Oh my god,” you said, your eyes growing wide. You started to giggle. “We haven’t told anyone except our parents.” You looked at the Russians. “How about that? You guys are part of our journey.” You looked down at your belly. “Hear that little person? These crazy Russians know you’re in there.”

“You’re pregnant?” Robin said. “Congratulations! That’s awesome.”

“We’re gonna name it Moron,” you said. “After these stupid Russians.” You all burst out laughing until the Russian man pulled out some sort of weapon and pointed it at your head. “Ooo, that’s shiny,” you said. “What’re you gonna do with that?” You looked down at your belly again. “What do you think they’re gonna do little baby? Good things or bad things?”

“Soon there will be no little baby for you to talk to,” the Russian said. What they were about to do clicked to Steve before it clicked to you and Robin at all.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, wait, stop!” Steve shouted. “Stop, stop, don’t hurt her!” He hesitated for less than a second. “There was a code!” he said. “We heard a code!”

And just like that, Steve confessed everything. Just as quickly, Dustin and Erica came to the rescue. You all stumbled along, rushing out of the base. “Guys,” you said to Dustin and Erica. “I’m pregnant. Did you know that? Stevie boy knocked me up!”

“Is she serious?” Erica asked Dustin. He shrugged, still looking around trying to figure out what to do.

“I’m serious!” you said. You lifted up your shirt, trying to show off your barely existent baby bump. “It looks like a food baby, but it’s a real baby! Little baby Moron.”

“Baby Moron?” Erica repeated.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on. We need to hide them.”

You, Steve, and Robin sat in a movie theater, munching on popcorn while Dustin and Erica tried to figure out what to do next. But when the three of you started to feel sick, you rushed out of the theater and to the nearest bathroom, puking up all the drugs in your system. “Fuck,” you mumbled, leaning your back against the stall door. “Are you guys okay?” you asked Steve and Robin.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked.

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, pressing your hand to your forehead. Steve slid under the stall and joined you in yours.

“How’s the little one?” he asked, pressing his hand to your stomach.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “I think we’re both okay.”

“You really are pregnant, huh?” Robin said from her stall.

You laughed lightly. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

Slowly but surely, the three of you completely came down from your high. Robin ended up telling you both that she was a lesbian which resulted in the three of you hugging on the bathroom floor. That was how Dustin and Erica found you.

When you all found your way to the others, Steve pulled you aside. “I want you to go home,” he said.

“What?”

“Go back to Hopper’s,” he told you. “It’s safer there. I’ll come to you when this is all over.”

“You’re kidding right now, right?” you said.

“(Y/N), please don’t argue with me,” he said.

“I’m not leaving you, Steve!”

“I can’t lose you both!” he shouted. The others turned to look at the two of you, but neither of you batted an eye. Your face dropped as Steve’s eyes filled with tears. “Alright? I can’t lose you both. I need you to keep yourself safe and-” He cut himself off by laying a hand on your stomach.

Those who didn’t know of your pregnancy -Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy- looked at those who did -Hopper, El, Dustin, Robin, and Erica- with wide eyes. The others gave awkward smiles like kids caught keeping a secret from their parents.

Again, you and Steve were oblivious.

“Steve,” you whispered, laying your hands on his cheeks. “I’m not leaving you, okay? You die, I die, remember?”

“Please-”

“I won’t raise a child in a world you’re not in,” you said. “End of discussion. So-” You turned back to the group. “-we’re all going to make sure that doesn’t happen, right? We’re gonna win this.”

Seven months later, you gave birth to James “Jim” (Y/L/N)-Harrington, a healthy baby boy weighing in at seven pounds, eight ounces and measuring 20-inches long. Steve was by your side, Hopper was in your heart, your friends were in the waiting room, and a shiny diamond ring was on your finger.

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[writerman]

I adore your writing!! I was wondering may I send in a prompt? A modern au where Bard is a barista and Thranduil goes to get coffee but Bard keeps mispelling Thranduil's name on purpose until Legolas has to tell his dad that "Hey, dad the barista is flirting with you nbd" and he and Bard's kids end up making bets on which of their dad's will cave and ask first over coffee and homework (Legolas has college papers and he helps Bard's kids who are in elementary, middle and high school respectively)

Hey, thank you so much! I am very sorry this has taken so long to respond to. Life and all that jaaazz. I really hope you enjoy this.

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“Soy latte extra hot for… Tendril?!”

TENDRIL?

What on EARTH?!

He could keep it together, he would absolutely not make a scene in the cafe. But really, this was the fourth time Thranduil had gone in to grab a coffee before work and had his name butchered by the barista.

Today had to be the worst, it wasn’t even a name! 

What was more annoying than the name is that the barista was just smiling at him as though he knew exactly what he had done. Instead of addressing it Thranduil merely paid and stalked out each time always noting that he didn’t have to use that particular place. 

It was just that… as much as it annoyed him to no end seeing his name misspelt every time, he really enjoyed the coffee, it was close to work and, as infuriating as the barista was, he was also extremely good looking. 

Was that enough though? 

Apparently, yes. 

The whole name thing had been forgotten by the afternoon, and so when Legolas invited him out for lunch at the same place Thranduil accepted without a second thought. 

It was not until he entered the cafe that he remembered his visit earlier that day. 

Archer Coffee was a nice place, decorated to look more like an old tavern but with a modern twist with free WiFi and USB charging built into the tables. A family run business Thranduil had heard but it wasn’t something he was interested in looking into. 

All in all his experience there had not been awful, even the name thing he could overlook most days just that morning had pushed him over the edge for a split second. When he told Legolas the teenager gave his father a blank stare before bursting into peals of laughter.

“What exactly is so funny about someone being incompetent in their job?” Thranduil groused, his eyes were on his son but he was not given an answer and so moved his gaze to the menu. 

After what seemed like far too long, Legolas finally found his composure and clasped his hands together on the tabletop like a kindly old man might when about to reveal a pearl of wisdom to a youngling. 

“Dad, please tell me you’re joking and you know full well why he spells your name wrong?” There was a hint of pleading and amusement in his son’s voice when he spoke and Thranduil got the feeling he had completely missed something in his interactions with the man who made his coffee. 

He had, hadn’t he? 

Oh no. 

To save his pride, if that was even possible at this point, Thranduil drew himself up, his back ramrod straight. “It is obvious that the man does not like me. Though, I’ve not quite worked out why perhaps it is because I do not tip?” The response from his son was not comforting especially when he saw Legolas blanch thankfully recovering quickly but he did glance over to the serving counter before he spoke. 

He was definitely searching out the tips jar. 

“Uh… you should definitely tip. Why haven’t you been doing that and also the reason he is-” Whatever Legolas was going to reveal was cut off as a small girl barrelled into his side and hugged him all the while repeating his name over and over. 

Two other children appeared, one of them peeled the young girl from Legolas’ side and the other greeted him more appropriately. But it didn’t seem to bother Legolas at all and he got to his feet almost immediately after the girl was removed. 

“Sorry dad, my tutoring group is here. I forgot- ah, let me make it up to you later!” He grabbed his bag from down by his seat and waved off his dad before moving off to another table. 

Thranduil had no time to question his son but he had to admit he was equal parts frustrated and proud. The young man had a good head on his shoulders, while he would like to think it was mostly his influence, Thranduil could not help but think the boy was more like his mother. 

A pang of grief grabbed his heart for a moment but it was gone as soon as it had arrived. They had been without her for so long and yet it would oftentimes hurt more in sudden moments like this one. 

His phone buzzed on the table and proved to be a decent distraction from his spiralling thoughts. 

The barista obviously has a crush on you. 

The message was short and very to the point but Thranduil could only stare at it in confusion because is that how people flirted these days? They purposely angered the one they like? 

But of course, it was! 

Oh, how had he been so blind, hadn’t Legolas’ mother wound him up to within an inch of his life? Hadn’t they spent most of their time throwing jibes at one another until their friends had practically forced them to ask one another out? 

“One soy latte extra hot.” The cheerful voice had Thranduil jump and he scrambled to shove his phone into his pocket. “Ah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” A chuckle followed and Thranduil’s coffee order was placed in front of him. 

“Is that your son?” The one-sided conversation continued and when Thranduil looked up to the one that had spoken they were now looking over at Legolas sat with two other younger teenagers and a small girl. 

“Ah, yes. It is.” It was all he could manage because this man stood beside him, this man that smelled like coffee and something fresh along with cloves was divine and maddeningly distracting. “I did not know he was tutoring on the side,” He offered more hoping he sounded cool and collected because his heart was beating so fast he was sure it might actually burst. 

“He comes in a lot. My kids love the way he teaches, as you can see they are his biggest fans.” Thranduil, in his state of shock, turned almost mechanically to look at his son and the barista was right, the children did seem rapt as Legolas spoke quietly to them. 

The younger child, she was interested but as she likely could not understand what Legolas was talking about spent more time colouring in her book than joining in on the conversation. 

“They are your children?” Really he already knew they were given that the man had already insinuated as such but Thranduil was having a hard time working out how to make conversation now. One handsome face and his confidence was obliterated because his heart wanted to do all the talking but couldn’t quite connect with his mouth and brain to do so. 

It was an overly romantic thought and Thranduil didn’t think he still had that kind of thing in him but apparently, it was just waiting for the right person and the right moment. Although, how could he be sure Legolas was correct and that the barista did actually like him? 

“Yep, all three terrors belong to me. I’m Bard by the way.” An introduction finally and it was casual enough that Thranduil could offer a smile and say nothing more but instead his mouth threw that idea out of the window. 

“Are you the owner?” 

Bard beamed upon hearing the question and gives an enthusiastic nod.

“Sure am! This place belonged to my parents who bought it in the 70s, when I got my grubby mitts on it I gutted the place and gave it a more modern look. Best thing I ever did was take this place on.” No more was said and Thranduil could not continue the conversation as Bard was called away. Thranduil had to try very hard not to be disappointed and busied himself with drinking his coffee, he didn’t have much time left before he had to get back to work so the peace was quite nice. 

Meanwhile, on the table containing the kids, Legolas watched the interaction closely and when Bard walked away he leaned back in his seat and smiled. 

“So, how much do you wanna bet it takes both of them at least two weeks to ask each other out on a date?” Both Bain and Sigrid scoff at this and set their pens down. There was no way they were going to be able to study now. 

‘With the time it took for your dad to work out he was being flirted with two weeks is too short a time frame.” Sigrid mocked and her brother nodded in agreement from beside her. “And he didn’t even work it out himself, you had to tell him!” 

That was fair enough. 

“Alright, so if they don’t ask each other out we have to do it for them?” Bain suggests and to that Sigrid and Legolas agreed. 

Eventually, Tilda piped up. 

“Will daddy marry your daddy?” 

The three older kids exchange a look before they shrug at the little girl.

“I think they will.” 

Legolas mentioned that they would just have to wait and see but secretly he had quite high hopes for the both of them. Even if they had needed help with being nudged in the right direction. 

#Barduil #Coffee shop Au #Bard #Thranduil #The Hobbit #Writing prompts #strippergeneralgrievous

[asclepyus]

If it’s alright, then more headcanons about Chaldea’s Unofficial Mom Association adopting Asclepius please??

ABSOLUTELY (Some of these are gonna be slightly Mother’s Day centered even though the day has passed already it’s fine)

Mother’s Day wasn’t a thing back when Asclepius was alive, so becoming a servant and finding out it had become a national, yearly holiday initially just made him go “well damn that kinda sucks” and didn’t think much of it since at the time he was summoned the next time said holiday came around was a year away, he had more important things to focus on at the time and honestly forgot about it

Chiron has secretly been Worried Centaur Dad™️ since he found out about the holiday as well and knew Asclepius in particular was probably gonna have a hard time once it came around, and honestly had plans to spend the day with Asclepius to try and make sure he wasn’t feeling too down about the whole thing (basically Chiron is the best dad ever and has a special attachment to Asclepius since he literally raised him from a newborn thank you for coming to my ted talk)

BUT THEN. Europa is summoned to Chaldea a few months later, and of course her first natural instinct is to start Mom’ing those she recognizes, but particularly the Greek servants. Asclepius is among them and at first he’s VERY averse to the idea of her calling him her “grandson” and trying to fuss over him, he’s a grown adult and is very well adjusted thank you very much he doesn’t need someone to take care of him. Of course Europa doesn’t care and continues to mom him until Asclepius finally caves and is able to admit to himself that okay damn this is actually really nice and something he’s needed for a really long time. (The breaking point was when he finally let Europa give him a big ol mama bear hug and he will never admit to a single soul that he may or may not have teared up over it) Europa continues on as usual and is ecstatic over his sudden change of heart and becoming less stubborn about this

I don’t really have much in depth to add to this one at this point in time cause no thoughts head empty but that comic with Chacha and Asclepius I posted about earlier..... there’s something extremely poetic about both of them losing someone who was “burned by the sun” (Asclepius’ mother being killed by Apollo, the sun god, Chacha losing her son to raging flames). They each give something to the other that they’ve been missing and filling a void the other didn’t realize was there and I just think it’s neat. Also I’m crying.

I’m putting Artemis here because she was basically the only older female figure he had in his life growing up, and I’m sure she cares a lot more for him than she lets on. Aaaaand as much as she hates Asclepius calling her “Auntie” she will allow it one (1) time on Mother’s Day because yes okay that’s what she is to Asclepius and she likely helped raise him so she feels Responsible for him

I don’t see Asclepius interacting with Raikou much honestly ? The Potential is there but generally I don’t see their personalities mashing super well, especially considering Raikou’s Madness Enhancement. But, that doesn’t mean that Asclepius hasn’t been caught up in a stray hug or two after patching her up after a fight, he doesn’t really try to fight it and he convinces himself it’s because she would absolutely beat him in a fight and not because the maternal attention is nice, however misguided.

Irisviel is another one I don’t see him interacting with often, if at all, but I see her being really sensitive to other’s emotions? She always picks up on the very minuscule pang of envy/sadness when Asclepius notices any of the mother servants interacting with their kids/those they raised, and a part of her wishes she could do something to alleviate that, but she doesn’t tend to act on those thoughts due to the Holy Grail influencing her personality.

Mother’s Day rolls around and Asclepius is absolutely being fawned over by Europa and Chacha in particular, and he’s just ??? What is happening ??? Artemis thinks it’s the cutest thing and joins in, and basically Asclepius is just in a Mom Sandwich the whole day despite his halfhearted protests. Chiron is extremely happy about this turn of events, and Europa eventually ropes him into spending the day with them as well because she’s going to mom him too goddamnit they’re one big happy family

#it is almost 2am as im posting this so sorry if this is all over the place FJSHFKGK thinking is hard #but just.....my boi........he needs a mom pls give him one........ #and theres just such a special place in my heart for chiron being especially protective of asclepius #chiron wasnt raised by his own parents and im sure because of that he feels a bond with asclepius #anyways #give me found family or give me death #thank you for the ask pika !! #sorry it took me so damn long djsgdhf my brain is not cooperating with me #beanmaster-pika #ash replies

[imagine-shenanigans]

This one’s for @goth-tiefling​! Sorry for the wait! <3

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Selkie Corrin + F!S/O

Male Corrin

If I’m getting the mythos correct - which by all means I may not be! - I believe that there’s at least one myth out there that says male selkies are summoned when the woman they’re after cries seven tears into the ocean! For this however, I’m going to call it “cry seven times” for variety’s sake.

Since the two corrins are PRETTY MUCH THE SAME i’m going to implement my own headcanons for them to differentiate where M! Corrin is a bit more sensitive, and f!corrin is more ruthless. (Which is literally based on nothing than my own heart, and the box art having f!corrin with nohr and m!corrin with hoshido)

Anyway, I imagine that Corrin has been watching your little seaside town for some time, and had noticed you slipping down the beach one night. Climbing up and over the wall of rocks that divided the area with practiced ease, he watched from his place on the rocks farther out. He watched as you slipped further down, until you had neared a small little cave.

He’d seen you before - he knows most of the town’s residents, or at least the ones who come down to the beach regularly. He’s seen you interact with others of his pod before, though he himself had never felt the need to come too terribly close to the shore. They’d always been so tame around you... though really, the only ones who were aggressive were the normal seals. And, well, sometimes the higher up members of his other relations.

The only real time he’d ever come onto the shore while humans were there was when he’d been a child... and it was so long ago he could hardly remember it, but he’d never forgotten the kind little girl who had picked his coat up and dusted the sand off of it for him when he’d dropped it and tripped. She’d bandaged his knee up and helped him calm down.

And... that was really the only extent of his knowledge of humans.

But when he gets the urge to follow you into the cave, he’s so taken aback by what he finds that he can’t process it.

You’re seated in the shallow end of the water, sobbing violently, bordering on wails as you curl in on yourself. He’s never seen a human cry so... horribly out of nowhere. He’s seen humans wail as ships have brought back their dead, or they’ve cast bottles out into the ocean, but to have seen you seemingly fine for a moment, and then so violently sad the next... it scares him.

He gets as close as he dares without alerting you to his presence, and watches for a long moment, before slowly making his way out of the water. He stays in his seal form, and inches closer to you. 

Doing the only thing he can think of... he rolls onto his back, and slaps his stomach with his fins. The absurdity of it makes you laugh, and you eventually stop crying so badly, breaking off into small sniffles laced with laughter.

Eventually, you leave, as does Corrin. 

But he watches the shore the next day, and the day after that... until you’ve appeared again. And five more times, you return to that small cave, sobbing into the waters hopelessly. He soon comes to find that you’re locked into some sort of obligation, though he doesn’t know what. Your village had taken you in, and you’d been working wherever needed help most over the years, ever since your parents had died when you were young. There were no others your age, and so despite the affection most of the villagers had for you, you often felt like an outcast.

He comforts you, going from simply entertaining you with tricks to pressing himself into your arms, letting you sob into him until you’d tired yourself out. Sometimes you spoke of how silly it was, that you’d found your only friend in the form of a seal. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, you tell him, eyes red and puffy from crying as you sigh softly. 

On the seventh night he finds you, you’re shivering and cold as you sob weakly into your hands, the thin nightgown doing nothing to keep out the chill. 

You know he’s there, even as your back is turned to the water, and you tell him that you’re to be married in the morning. That you don’t know the man you’re marrying, only that he’s said to be wealthy, and kind, and generous, but the whispers of the elderly women are full of pity as they share tales of his misdeeds and mistreatment of the women he’s sought to woo in the past. 

You trust their wisdom and knowledge more than the men who have sought to marry you off, but you have no idea how to get out of it as the marriage has been arranged for the benefit of the village, and nobody could stop the elders once they’d made their decision. 

Corrin feels tears well in his eyes as he emerges from the water, shaking his coat off of his shoulders as the weight of the decision he’s already made presses into his chest.

He wraps his coat around you, sinking to his knees and hugging you tightly. He backs away and explains who he is... what he is... and that he’s sorry to have been pretending for so long. But you gasp, tears in your eyes, and hug him so tight he nearly topples over with the force of it. 

You remember him, from when you were a child and you had been visiting the town with your parents. You remembered the strange, white-haired boy who cried when he skinned his knee and looked like he would cry harder when you’d picked up his coat for him, as though he expected you to rip it out of his arms and never give it back.

He smiles, and sniffles, and presses a kiss to your lips. His fingers curl tighter around his own coat, wrapping you up tighter than before. He entwines his fingers with yours, and you press your foreheads together, glad to be reunited with your first love. When he speaks, it’s with such hope in his eyes...

“I’m so sorry... please... let me take you away from here. I promise I’ll love you for all of our lives.”

You’ve never been so happy to say yes.

Female Corrin

The first time she had seen you, Corrin had fallen in love.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t love - but she certainly was smitten with you. You were so pretty, and funny, and you’d played with her all day along the beach as a child, on one of the rare days that she and Silas had snuck out and away from their parents and the rest of the pod. Silas had been forced to leave, which left Corrin all alone with nobody to play with. 

Then you’d arrived, and she’d eagerly approached the only other child (or person, for that matter), and found that you were visiting as well. Your grandmother lived on the next island over, and you and your parents were waiting for the boat to arrive, so they’d sent you off to play as they prepared gifts for your grandmother.

She eagerly takes you by the hand, and pulls you towards the shore, where the two of you played for hours until you’d had to leave for your boat. You’d even made her a friendship bracelet, and taught her how to make one for you - something she eagerly treasures even years later when she’s all grown up and swimming along the shore of a new island. You’d promised to meet her again, and she’d kept up the hopes she’d see you along the coast of the area she’d lived in all of her life once more... 

One day, however, she spots a pretty young woman along the shore, helping the sailors load the fish into carts to carry to the market. You’re new to the little village she’s been frequenting, and she’s intrigued. She watches as you return, day after day, bundled in coats too big for you. 

Eventually, she spots you reclined on the beach, in a secluded little area that’s hard to get to, and she can’t help but get closer. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she approaches, giving a short bark as you jolt upwards, staring at the seal approaching.

She butts your knee with her head, and rolls onto her back.

She’s the strangest seal you’ve ever seen, but you laugh, and shake your head as you gently stroke her head.

And so the routine continues for some weeks - you come down and visit the beach at least once a week, and Corrin relaxes with you. 

One day, you’ve just arrived at the beach on a warmer afternoon than usual as of late. She begins approaching, swimming fast through the water with excitement, when she spots the friendship bracelet hanging from your wrist.

She’s out of the water faster than you can process the fact that a scantily clad pretty girl has just thrown herself into your arms, clinging so tight you almost can’t breathe. You definitely can’t breathe for a moment when you collide with the ground, but then the memories come rushing back and the two of you are crying.

Corrin frequents the beach every day after that. The two of you talk for hours upon hours, reconnecting after so long apart.

Corrin takes her coat off one day, and leaves it by the rocks. She’d asked Camilla... who had told her of the test, and lurks nearby in case you fail, even though Corrin had assured her you wouldn’t.

She tells you about the fact that if a human takes her coat and hides it, she’ll have to stay with them until they return it. Sometimes, this results in marriage, but eventually the selkie returns to the sea. 

At the end of the day, she turns to leave, pointedly leaving her coat behind. As she moves to dive into teh water, you call her name, and wrap her coat around her. What would she do if she forgot it, and someone stole it?

She grins, ear-to-ear, and quickly wraps it around you, pressing a kiss to your lips as she envelops you in a hug.

“You’ll have to hold onto it for me then! So nobody else takes it but the one I love.”

#corrin fire emblem #fire emblem #fire emblem fates #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #goth-tiefling #monster asks #i apologize for e begging but im still poor fjaksld; #i'll probably only add my ko-fi link to super long posts and ko-fi requests #for simplicity's sake #and fics probably

[nikatyler]

Oooh boy. Why do I feel like I should go straight to the replies, or else I will start talking about having a crush again? No one cares, I’m annoying, I’m sorry. Yesterday around midnight, I actually caved and told my best friend because I just couldn’t keep my feelings to myself any longer, and I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. I didn’t want to tell her at first because we kinda tend to turn this kind of stuff into jokes, but I guess she did figure out that this time, it’s serious serious - THERE WE GO I’M OVERSHARING AGAIN I AM AN IDIOT. Anyway did I mention I love her? I don’t deserve her. She’s the best, you guys don’t even know her but I just wanted to give her a little shoutout because damn, thanks for yesterday, I thought I would explode. Also, she has an important exam in a week, so if you could send positive vibes her way, that would be great.

By the time you’re seeing this replies, I think I’m playing with Realm of Magic. I’m so excited! Last time I bought a pack on release day was with Seasons. I’m not sure who I will play this with yet. Maybe with Lucian and his girlfriend. I really hope you can somehow turn an alien into a spellcaster, even if that means he’d no longer be an alien. I don’t mind that. Whoops, hold on, was that a spoiler? Yeah, uh, Lucian is a teenager in my game at the moment, he has a girlfriend and he’s not very alien-y and I don’t care about that. Honestly…when have my aliens ever been alien-y? Miracle was the only one and she hated that (and 2019 Ronnie hates that she hated that but 2017 Ronnie didn’t know any better, long story).

Witches are something I’ve wanted in this game for a long time, so they better be good or else I’ll cry. Next up…I know everyone wants university, and I think we’ll get it, but to be fair, I don’t care about it that much. I’ll be playing university irl so I guess that makes sense. 😂 I would really like something like a band game pack, where you can form a band and have concerts and write music and…just do musician stuff, I guess. I was hoping bands would be added in Get Famous but nah, it was pretty much just acting…which I still haven’t explored. 🤦‍♀️ But yeah, band game pack is like my dream. I’m guessing it could be retro themed too, and have many references to some iconic bands?? Imagine if it was like 70s-80s inspired. Imagine THE HAIR. Did I mention I will defend weird 80s hair until the day I die? Yeah. I would really love that. I’m not saying I think a pack like this will happen, but it would be an absolute dream if it did.

TL;DR: I have a crush, I’m playing Realm of Magic and I want a band themed game pack.

autistichatkid replied to your post “Oh wow guess who’s putting nsb on long lifespan because even though…”

psa: you can use mccc to customize lifespan length!!! i dont like how fast normal goes but long is like. So Long. so i use mccc to make everything just a Lil Longer

I know you can do that, I don’t know how but it’s possible, yes! I’m not sure if I want to go for that though, I mean MCCC breaks with almost every update and knowing me, I would forget to fix my settings every single time. I think I’ll just use ea’s long lifespan and then age up people when I feel like aging them up.

desira-sims replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

Care to share some of your favorites? I’ve been in a music listening mood but feel in a rut.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

I also don’t listen to e. g. often nowadays and… Their latest album was not my cup of tea except for song or two. And my music preference is now “whatever pleases my ears” even if it will make anyone else’s ear bleed��

Yeah sure, I can share my faves from 2-3 years ago! I’m not saying “from the genre” because I know some of these aren’t that symphonic, at this point it’s all a blur to me, to be fair. Besides, I stopped caring about genres, so…yeah. Just pointing that out so no one comes for me like “how dare you say band xy is that genre”. 

Anyway, 2-3 years ago I really loved Nightwish, Within Temptation and Sonata Arctica, those were like my holy trinity, I would listen to them all the time, every single day. The latest WT album wasn’t really my cup of tea, I like their older stuff way more. SA released a new album last week, I kinda liked it but it wasn’t love at first listen. I’ll have to go back to form an opinion on it. Again, their older stuff is better in my opinion. Nightwish…I don’t know if it’s still going on, but people really liked comparing the three different singers they’ve had, and I don’t know why, I think they’re all amazing in their own way. I believe I’ve read on Instagram that new album is coming next year and I’m so excited for that. I don’t think there’s a Nightwish album I disliked.

I also really liked Delain and…Stratovarius, I think it was called? One summer I also listened to Epica a lot, but then all their songs started sounding the same to me. Sorry to any Epica fans that might be following me 😅 And I’m fairly sure I’m forgetting someone, but I believe there should be playlists on Spotify easy to find.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Updates”

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to create a possible spouse(( but I hope there’ll be other possibilities!XD

And good luck!

There definitely will be! Lately, I kinda hate every sim I create, sooo…I’ll leave that for someone else :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “That morning, when Vanessa was leaving for work, I had a bad feeling….”

I don’t like this!

I didn’t think this would freak people out so much…but it did…and I’m really sorry :D

1o8percent replied to your photoset “Roxanne: Maybe if I go to bed, it’ll just come to me in a dream. I…”

I’ve definitely had story ideas come to me in a dream. I got several ideas for my completed legacy that way, so good luck Roxanne!

When I’m writing something late at night and I get stuck, it actually helps me to turn off the computer and go think about the story in bed. And ta-da, I suddenly get ideas! Some of them get lost as soon as I fall asleep, but usually the right direction stays in my head and I’m ready to pick it up as soon as I sit down to write again.

igglemouse replied to your photoset Roxy, the interaction said “feel tummy”, not “take the baby out of…”

She just can’t wait to meet her new sibling XD

That’s actually terrifying D:

brightlysimming replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Aa!! That’s so great! I’m happy you had a good time!!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Congratulations! I hope you’ll have fun there! ��

I’m still not over that last weekend. Everyone was so nice and kind and fun and I loved talking to these people so much, uni will be great with them ;-; 

The best surprise to me was that there was this person, and they would come to me a few times and ask if I wanted to hang out with them away from the drunk crowds?? (we’re Czech, of course 95% of people who went to that trip got drunk in the evening -_- :D) And that was just so nice? I’m not used to people wanting to hang out with me. Also, we had great time together, if they called now I would quit everything to hang out with them :D

I’m about to start crying again. To all you lonely people struggling out there, trust me, it gets better, you’re not always going to be lonely and miserable. I thought that would be my case, but nope, things are starting to look better. And they will eventually start looking better for you too, I just know it. Don’t give up <3

lilleputtu replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

she’d look so cute with short hair! also it’s the sims, she can insta regrow it it’ll be fiiiiine

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

One of the best things I ever did was put Cassandra Goth in a pixie cut. Doooo eeeet.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

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deathflowertea replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

1 & 4 are ��

I think it’s official, we’ll be chopping Sunset’s hair off, yay!

desira-sims replied to your photoset “Meet the Teens! These guys will join my two girls, Crystal and…”

School and real life comes first, but I’ll be excited to see these simmies pop up when the time comes. ��

So am I! I’m not sure what to do right now. I want to play RoM, but when I come back to my NSB…do I finish Sunset’s generation requirements first, or do I just slowly start throwing these teens in? Kind of like I started working on Ross’s aspiration when it was technically still the Mint gen. Eh, I’ll figure it out.

tashsim replied to your post “URL Song Tag”

have to get up at 5:30 for a next month. feel your pain..

That’s not great D: I think I’d have to do that too, if I wasn’t moving to a dorm in Prague later this month. Spending so much time on the train and having to wake up so early would kill me.

elisabettasims replied to your post “Ahh, of course. I kinda forgot that I would get tan in summer, today I…”

I feel this on a personal level.

I kinda never had to deal with this before because I’ve been using foundation only for a year or so. And I’m fairly sure I’m using a lighter one now, because I definitely didn’t feel like a vampire last September :D

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Scarlett: “I saw you helped extinguish the flames too.” Talia: “I…”

talia… wyd

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Scarlett: “Well, uhh, you didn’t mess up, so…” Talia: “I’ll stay, but…”

TALIA… WYD

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Meanwhile the contestants who have nothing to worry about gathered…”

talia you might be safe this time but you definitely should NOT be thinking you have nothing to worry about after… Earlier

I hate how this turned out D: I’ve noticed that sims in my game aren’t fond of the “enthuse about…” interactions. And then it ruins things like this.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Madeleine: “Yes! Did you see that? Today must be my lucky day!”

Don’t boast too much, love!

She’s really doing great though! Maybe she didn’t make the best first impression, but she’s been working really hard ever since.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been…”

What’s the name of the song? I love everything connected to fireXD

It’s “We Didn’t Start The Fire” by Billy Joel! Warning: It’s super catchy.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I absolutely fell in love with these cute pants some time ago but I…”

I think I will overuse these pants now:D So thank you for introducing them in the first place:D And for shoutout!

I was glad to help! And… I remember those girls!

Thank youuu! I’m a “high waisted everything” kinda girl, so of course I had to recolour these so I could use them even more often. And I’m glad that I’m not the only one, I mean, the reblogs and likes on this post are insane.

And yay, glad you remember them! Juliet and Amber were easier to recognize, I guess, but the other two, Lily and Lavender…I haven’t posted them too much, ever. I forgot how pretty they were *-* I will definitely use them as my models for recolours and stuff.

dandylion240 replied to your post “I didn’t expect to come up with a whole backstory for Caleb and…here…”

I like your ideas for him though

Thank you so much! I’ve been seeing him on my dash a lot lately, so it’s kinda weird seeing like three different versions of him at once, especially when someone makes him do things my version of him would never do :D

whysimstho replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

#5 Sunset signs here dad up for Simdr #6 it’s lit

1o8percent replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I’m intrigued by the last one.

desira-sims replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I don’t approve of the second one. No tears! I’ll gladly take more of the 4th and get the feeling she’s a little tired of seeing it all the time. Fire is also bad, but I guess the conversation was to good to stop. And that last one. Oh that’s great.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

Why is Ross crying? Nothing better have happened to Caleb

*evil laughter*

I love how you guys assume the worst. I mean, I’m not surprised. I tend to accidentally kill my sims a lot this year. Well, you’ll find out very soon what is actually going on in these!

Also, just a side note, that child in picture #4 is Lucian and he’s not a girl, but I will admit he looks like one (and I’m fairly sure he knows that too and is okay with that, I mean, if he didn’t want to look like that, he’d beg for a haircut), so no worries. Just throwing it out there.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Aw he looks adorable! It makes me love him even more,

elisabettasims replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Salim is hard because he’s already pretty good looking, etc. He’s the dad of one of my sims who I did a BC with and founded my legacy on her, LOL(Anissa Hoffmann, she has her mom’s last name). Though I guess REALLY Salim and her mother are the founders but, I didn’t start a legacy until after her BC.

I agree, he’s definitely one of the few miracle townies who don’t need fixing.

Also, thank you!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ugh, I hate this already. Can I go back to being an adorable evil…”

You can be an adorable evil child instead!

Oh, she will be.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Gwyneth: “Ready to age up, sweetie?” Avery: oh mum you bet”

Why is Gwyneth so cute I can’t even describe it!

Her cute face is the only reason why I thought “well, I could try a BPR I guess…”

Seriously. I’ve never really cared about berries, I’ve always prefered vanilla sims and berries were just something I created in cas from time to time and then never touched again. I still prefer vanilla sims and kinda doubt I’ll ever start another berry save.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Right…so now you’re a middle aged mum with a midlife crisis and a…”

I HATE THAT STUPID HAIR AND HOW IT SHOWS UP ON EVERYONE WHEN THEY AGE UP. *coughcough* Sorry. Had a bad flashback seeing that.

I hate it so much too! But actually, wanna hear a deep dark secret? I once used it on a sim…unironically. Like I actually thought it was cute.

I was 11 though, so that makes it okay, I think. I hope.

#replies #autistichatkid #desira-sims #tiny-tany-thaanos #1o8percent #igglemouse #brightlysimming #lilleputtu #elisabettasims #deathflowertea #tashsim #toxoplasmajuice #dandylion240 #whysimstho

[blogenana]

Doctor Who - Earthshock Live Review

So I have my crisps and lemonade and im ready to continue my journey through classic who - idk why I just started live blogging it...

• People are climbing

• So they've found something- an alien I'm assuming- why do humans always tamper with things we shouldn't

• Oh they haven't found something theyre looking for people

• I hate how classic who drags on so slowly

• Sinister music

• 'probably nothing" foreshadowing...

• Okay get to the killing already

• YES FINALLY HELLO DOCTOR

• Wow I forget they must have their own rooms in the Tardis

• Lots of books in Adrics room

• "why should that interest me" ooh okay Adric getting a bit sassy

• Why's he fed up

• looool "I'm tired of being considered a joke" "why am I being constantly teased" maybe because you're annoying and you make sexist remarks?

• oh chill

• The doctor don't have time to deal with this

• aww okay Adric being jealous that Nyssa and Tegan get more attention from the doctor than him is kinda cute

• 'I give you my word' 'just as you gave your word to Tegan" okaaaaay go off (spoiler alert) ik Adric dies in this because I saw a spoiler so this is very sad foreshadowing that the doctor will break his word to Adric about making time for him- kinda sad

• I hate the celery stick

• okay Adric kick off

• Doctor can't take criticism which is interesting because the last time he was probably ever blamed for something was One with Barbara and Ian. I don't remember any companion ever criticizing him like this before

• 'Well it can wait' you'll regret that

• "I'm tired of being an outsider" this would make sense if we had seen him being an outsider before - in my opinion Tegan is the outsider as she's new and not as mathematically advanced as the others. also I would say that Adric is the closest to the doctor out of all 3 so his point isn't really valid

• I guess this is the writers way of making adrics death more tragic

• ooh Adrics theme

• I swear he was an outsider amongst his own people too

• 'the tools would go missing" why do these people never take the hint

• forgot Adric was from e space- tbh what was the doctors plan when he did demand to go home eventually- did he wanna travel with him till he died?

• "e space is another universe, there isn't a taxi service that goes back and forth"

• Romana mention!

• "im not waiting around while you plot the course to your own destruction" the doctor has never experienced a companion death before - also foreshadowing

• "you know I think since his regeneration he's become decidedly immature" this is funny also like 4 was soooo mature

• I like Adric and Five's relationship

• the actor who plays Adric has gone better

• Nyssa is the most mature out of this entire group

• "breathe deeply and relax" why is Tegan a meditation instructer out of nowhere

• the doctor didn't take much convincing

• lol the doctor bopping Tegans nose was cute

• Ooh Dinosaur bones

• let me guess - the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs was an alien spaceship or aliens killed them

• Someone screamed

• Ooh yeah she be dead

• Okay the villains look like they're wearing gimp costumes

• Reminds me of American Horror Story Murder House & the leather monster

• Aah doctor who giving a lesson on how the dinosaurs were killed. We love a show that educates

• Did I mention how much I hate the celery stick because I hate it honestly whose idea was it

• Bro chill why is this man grabbing the doctor like that what he do

• Calm the fuck down mate

• Gimp people be shooting

• Okay they may be androids but they'll always be gimp people to me

• Android vision

• CYBERMEN!!!! DAMN

• Why they gotta hit us with the plot twist like that i wasn't ready

• The Cybermen looks sad

• Hehehe the face is funny

• Gimps be strong

• Why do the Cybermen sound muffled

• I find it more creepy when they have human voices than Robots because it makes It more real that these machines have humans in them

• hHaven't seen them in some time

• I love Tegans sarcasm

• I'm cracking up at the Cybermen voice

• 1 gimp down 1 to go

• tThe gimps be dead

• 'prepare to activate the devise" dun dun DUN

• Damn the Cybermen be skinny

• I'm bored i want doctor/cybeman action

• Okay it's getting intense

• Cybermen be SHOOK

• "cyber technology is too advanced for earthlings" figure it out then mate

• He's recognised the Tardis

• THE BEST DIALOGUE "TIME LORDS, BUT THEYRE FORBIDDEN TO INTERFERE"

• THIS ONE CALLS HIMSELF THE DOCTOR, AND DOES NOTHING BUT INTERFERE

• YESS PREVIOUS DOCTORS VS CYBERMEN

• I'm geeking out

• Imma watch this bit a few times hang on

• Aah I loved that it was so cool bloody hell I'm a nerd

• The 2nd Cybermen looked shocked while he was watching

• "have you no emotions sir" classic

• "Adric do you have a moment" "I'm hungry" Okay I like him in this one he's a mood. Why is he suddenly likeable the ep he dies

• "all part of the daily routine" see what I mean

• Well your daily routine Is gonna end soon

• He doesn't wanna go home!!

• Doctor is relieved it's cute

• Ah this is sad

• It would be easier if i didn't know he was gonna die

• Cos I do like their relationship

• Okay we're being introduced to new people

• "you're beginning to bore me" the writers knew

• I'm trying really hard to concentrate I've zoned out

• Ah the doctor has got my attention "I want to announce my presence, see what the reaction is" course

• aaaand the doctor is caught and he's being accused for murder again

• Don't they have cctv just check it

• "apprehended why can't he just say caught" me in English classes

• 'even under the threat of death he has the arrogance of a time lord"

• I thought Cybermen had no emotions but this Cybermen just said he wants the doctor to suffer for their past defeats - revenge is an emotion which is v ironic

• Hh SHIT the Cybermen are walking

• lol tegan " im just a mouth and legs" she's such a mood

• The Cybermen music is cool

• The doctors face when he sees them

• Aah the soldier has betrayed them

• Why is it that whenever there's a women in charge the men who is second can't handle it and goes rogue

• iIt's such a typical trope

• The dialogue for the doctor is great

• "you know them"

• "oh yes, we go back a long way"

• Haha "I'm surprised they didn't mention me" 'well perhaps you overestimate your importance" "oh I doubt it" doctor is and will always be that bitch

• The doctor is doing doctory things

• "that's very clever" "oh it is" the doctor bragging about how clever he is starts here

• Damn tegan she just shot a Cyberman

• Flashback to "the doctor makes people into weapons"

• Finally the doctor vs Cybermen showdown

• Lol I knew they would kill the betrayer

• "our records indicate that you have a fondness for earth" (especially earth girls)

• "this time we shall succeed in destroying the earth" no you won't mate

• Ah the Cybermen coming out of plastic Wrap is a throwback to the 2nd Doctor Cybermen story

• Tegan looks like a badass with the gun

• So they're destroying the leaders of various planets before they destroy the Cybermen

• Tegan has no idea what she's doing

• I love how Five says the most savage lines with the most polite tone

• He could tear you down and look like he's complimenting you

• Tegan has been caught

• Cyberman in the Tardis is weird

• 'who is this woman' - 'no-one of consequence' - 'thanks a lot - gotta love Tegan

• Okay wow that scene between the doctor and the Cyberman about emotions gave me goose bumps what a thrilling scene

• The Cybermen has a point- he can control the doctor because he has emotions

• I'll never get tired of the debate about emotions between them because it genuinely feels like the Cyberman defend the concept of having no emotions to defend their existence

• Five looks hot when he's defending emotions

• Fuck they need to leave Adric behind

• Shit I'm getting nervous

• His theme is playing!

• The Doctor looks conflicted

• Adric leaving his hand out after the doctor let go...

• "I'll see you soon" this is the actors best performance because you can see in his eyes he knows he won't

• The Doctor has never had a companion die before so he walks away without looking back

• "it will once you start getting rusty" Tegan is funny

• Adric is plotting

• The Cybermen say they have no emotions but forcing Tegan watch her own planet getting destroyed is extremely sadistic

• Clever Adric

• The Earth looks different

• Okay so Adric's cleverness is what gets him killed because he knows he can crack the code

• The Dinosaurs! I knew it!

• Oh crap Earth is safe but Adric doesn't know that

• I think this comes down to Adric wanting the doctors attention and wanting to be the best to have his attention

• The Doctor has his pin!

• Five suffocating and shooting a Cyberman is shocking to see

• Adric whyyyyyy

• This Cyberman walking towards him is bloody persistent

• "Now I'll never know if i was right" such Adric last words

• Id like to believe he was

• Damn.

• The Doctors face. The fact that it could have been avoided if he just left the ship

• Adric is the first companion that died on the Doctor's watch

• Adric died thinking the Earth was going to be destroyed and he could have stopped it

• The credits!! his gold star! the silence! this must have been a shock to the viewers. If i didn't know beforehand through spoilers I would be going crazy

• Earthshock had it's ups and downs, the downs in regards to the pace of the plot however the story was good and the Cybermen were fantastic especially their interactions against the doctor. Tegan and Adric were great. Nyssa didn't really have much to do. Davison was amazing. I liked the writing.

• Also I liked the structural shift of the story to the cave androids to the bomb to the spaceship to dealing with The Cybermen to saving Earth and then to Adrics death

#Doctor Who #Earthshock #Fifth Doctor #5th Doctor #Adric

[thespleenoflorkhan]

TES OC Answers For Alta Adalrica

Under a cut because there’s so much god damn text.

1. It’s a little unreasonable for everyone in a Middle Ages-esque fantasy to be perfectly literate, and writing with quills was considered legitimate labor! How well can your oc read and/or write? How detailed is their quest log/journal, if they keep one at all?

Alta is very literate; she mostly taught herself how to read as a child by going through her parents books and trying to learn all the stories they had in them.  She does not keep a quest journal, but does compose several songs and poems based on things that happened in her adventures, first as assignments from the Bards’ College to show that she’s not slacking off in her studies while she goes traveling, but later when she realizes that she’s quickly amassing her own legend and wants to keep as accurate a report of her life as she can for future generations to learn from.

2. How educated is your oc? Did their parents teach them, did they have a tutor or were they apprenticed to a master, or did they attend a university? What university? What are they educated in? How long did their education take? (Learned skills like blacksmithing count here too!)

Alta had tutors as a child, and as an adult studied in various different vocations before settling on bard/historian.  She’s shadowed priests, taken classes, and had apprenticeships, making her very knowledgeable about a wide variety of academia.  After settling on bard/historian, Alta then traveled the Empire to learn more about the various peoples of Tamriel, taking in their stories and learning their songs.

Alta came to Skyrim with the express intent of joining the Bards’ College in Solitude to continue her education, and starts off her story having attended the college for a few weeks already.

3. Does your oc have any kind of crafting skills that either aren’t in-game or don’t have as much importance in-game as they would in real life? (For example, can your oc sew or weave, etc? Are they skilled in any kind of art? Can they make jewelry or work glass? Are they musicians? etc)

Since Alta is a bard, she knows how to compose music and poetry, and play a few instruments.  She can play the flute (badly), the drums (passably), the lute (very well), as well as the Nibenese mandolin (exceptionally well).  Alta prefers playing the mandolin to the lute, but the lute is more widely found in Skyrim and her mandolin kind of got broken into a billion pieces early on in her adventure, so.

She also knows how to: sew, cook, book bind, skin and debone a carcass, make and sustain a fire without flint/magic, purify water for drinking, pitch a tent, and take care of her various weapons/instruments, such as restringing her bow or lute (and making a new string from scratch if necessary) and doing light mending to her mace’s handle.

4. What pantheon does your oc worship? If they worship the Cyrodiilic/Imperial pantheon, does that include Talos? If they secretly worship Talos, how do they justify hiding it?

Alta worships the Cyrodiilic pantheon (Stendarr in particular) with one alteration: she worships Shezarr in favor of Talos.  She first found mention of Shezarr as a child and was so stricken by the idea that the world had a whole ‘nother god that people just forgot about, that she started offering him her prayers as well.

When she grew older and learned more about Tiber Septim, she started leaving Talos out of her prayers because she didn’t want to venerate someone who’d done such terrible things, and by the time she’s an adult and running around Skyrim as the Last Dragonborn she’s left him out entirely.  If asked, Alta would say that being dragonborn herself, Talos is too familiar to her to be worshiped, and it would be like asking a child to worship their older sibling.

But in truth it’s because she just thinks he’s a dick.

5. How religious is your oc? Do they come into conflict with others over their beliefs? If their patron deity told them to do something extremely undesirable or against their moral compass, would they do it? Would your oc sell someone’s soul for a corn chip?

Alta’s Stendarr worship is very important to her.  She keeps an amulet of Stendarr on her at all times and always makes a trip to the nearest temple of the divines or wayshrine to Stendaar in whatever city she goes to to thank him for safe passage.  Though many of the virtues Stendarr embodies are things she would be drawn to anyways—mercy, compassion, charity, protecting your fellow man, and providing aid when you can to as much as you can—she feels better when enacting these virtues because of Him.

However, considering Stendarr is also the enemy to Daedra, that means that for a good chunk of her adventure, Alta has a fair amount of difficulty interacting with Orcs, Dark Elves, and to a lesser degree Khajiit because their racial pantheons include the worship of Daedra.  She tries not to judge them or think less of them, since Stendarr makes no distinction between worshipers and heretics, but it does make her uncomfortable for a long while.  She gets better about it later, which is quite the boon by the time she goes to Solstheim.

During the Dawnguard questline, Alta had great difficulty reconciling Serana her friend with Serana the vampire Abomination she was obligated to destroy.  Eventually she decided that as a mortal she doesn’t need to be held to a Divine standard, and would prefer to make a mistake in the eyes of her god than to let someone’s please for help go unanswered just because they’re not alive.

6. Does your oc have a family of origin? How many members of their FoO are still living? Do they have a good relationship? How much contact does your oc have with their FoO? How in-the-loop is your oc’s FoO about your oc’s being Dragonborn/HoK/Nerevarine?

Alta has a mother and father that live in some city in Cyrodiil that I’ll decide later when I eventually get around to playing Oblivion.  She has a fairly good relationship with them—her birth father passed away when she was younger and her step-father was the one who encouraged her to see the world while she was young, while her mother encouraged her studies and skill-training, hoping that her daughter would become someone important one day.  I don’t know yet if she has any sibling but I’m leaning towards no.

Alta sends letters to her parents every few months or so, and has ever since she left home years and years ago.  Since she does a lot of traveling, she directs all her mail to a certain city or village that she spends a lot of time in in any particular region—Solitude, for example.  She doesn’t tell her parents about being the Dragonborn until after Alduin has been slain, but does tell them about occasional things she’s done, like take the plunge off of Bard’s Leap Summit and become thane of various holds.

7. What social class was your oc born into? Did they change classes at all? How?

Alta was born middle class, and remained fairly wealthy until she set out on her own.  Then she got robbed a whole lot.  For a good chunk of her initial adventures in Skyrim, Alta was strapped for cash and mostly made a living by eating what she could hunt/forage and getting coin by playing in inns or trawling through caves.  As she went on adventuring, she went up in ranks to an upper-middle class adventurer-poet, a mid-high class thane and folk hero, a high class politician and war hero, and eventually finishes her story years later as the Dragonborn Empress of the Fourth Empire.

8. How politically active is your oc? Are they obviously influential, or is their influence more subtle?

At first, Alta is not very politically inclined.  She becomes Thane of Morthal a few weeks after clearing out the vampire problem on her way to the Hall of the Vigilant when she makes the return journey back to Solitude, and didn’t put much thought into the position aside from spending one week in Morthal per month for a while since if it’s a political position it must be important.

Since she’s so rarely in any one particular hold for long, Alta doesn’t do much political maneuvering, and doesn’t hold much sway over the courts of each particular jarl.  However, as she travels more and becomes more well-known, she gains a good amount of sway with the jarls themselves, since she’s not only a folk hero, but someone who travels between the holds all the time, and has insight into what’s going on in each of the major cities.  

For the longest time, her political aspirations were just “end the Civil War in Skyrim.”  As time went on, they shifted to “stop a second war with the Thalmor”, to “defeat the Thalmor”, to “unify Tamriel into the Fourth Empire”, to “rule justly and fairly as the Empress of the Fourth Empire.”  I would say that at that point she’s very politically active.

9. What unplayable faction would/did your oc join, if any? Why?

Aside from being very active among the Bards’ College (which I’m counting as unplayable because you can’t actually do anything if you join), Alta is technically considered an Initiate among the Vigilants of Stendarr due to the fact that she keeps getting involved in Daedric Fuckery and bringing them artifacts to watch over.  She doesn’t actually have any clout within the organization and it’s mostly just so the Initiates are more apt to take her to the Keeper when she swings by with a new artifact, but still.

10. How trustworthy is your oc? Would they ever change opposing factions?

Alta can fairly reasonably be expected to keep her word.  She’s not going to die over keeping a promise, but she’s not going to lie to you unless the matter is very important.  She also prefers not to pick sides at all in a conflict until she’s reasonable sure that she’s made a good choice, i.e., joining the Imperials because a Stormcloak victory would weaken the Empire and that’s just what the Thalmor wanted.  Once she’s made up her mind, it’s going to take a lot to change it.

11. What is your oc’s main source of income, if they have one besides plundering tombs and adventuring? If they’re mercenaries, are they part of a company? Does your oc own their own business, and if so, what is it?

Alta makes a lot of her money by playing for tips and requests at inns, as well as penning new songs and poems for Viarmo to publish once word gets out that the Dragonborn walks amongst us and their adventures can be your to hear for a small fee.  She’s also published a few books based on strange findings or stranger happenings in Skyrim

The position of Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold probably has a salary, but Alta doesn’t feel like she’s earned it, so she doesn’t take it and just has that money pumped back into the Arcaneum.

12. Is your oc good with finances? Bartering? How long can they keep the money they make? 

I’d say she’s good with money!  Alta is pretty good at sums and estimates, and has a fairly good idea of how much most objects are worth at fair market value due to traveling all over Tamriel and seeing all kinds of different markets to value things in.  She rarely keeps a lot of money on her though since coins are heavy and noisy and easy to misplace.  Most of her money is either in investments with various businesses around Skyrim, or split between banks in all nine holds with her housecarls instructed to use the funds to maintain the household while she’s away.

13. Does your oc have any particular rivalry or mutual dislike with any NPC?

She utterly loathes Elenwen for all her Elenwen-ness, and after the Battle of Windhelm (which ended in Ulfric being forced to surrender without the promise of a glorious death for the bards to sing songs of), she’s really grown to dislike Ulfric Stormcloak.  She disliked him before due to his stubbornness (as well as Tullius’s stubbornness) during the war meeting at High Hrothgar, but him laying down his weapons and asking to die struck her as an act of unforgivable cowardice since he was the one who wanted to die fighting instead of just surrender quietly, and especially after he and his sad little war had given Alduin so much power and caused Skyrim so much strife.

Alta also dislikes Delphine, but that’s more because Delphine’s just rude as hell and lowkey using you to enact a vendetta against the dragons than anything truly unforgivable.  They only become easier allies after a forceful reminder that the Blades are supposed to serve the Dragonborn, not the other way around.

Oh wait that said mutual UHM probably the one girl in the bard’s college who says’s she’s better than everyone.

14. How well-liked is your oc? What is their reputation, if they’re well-known? Are they simply liked/disliked, or are they respected but feared, or personally liked but not taken seriously, etc? Do major factions consider your oc an important player?

I want to say Alta is fairly decently liked?  Or at least as much as a non-Nord in Skyrim can be.  in the beginning she was just a pretty good bard who was always ready to help you out if you needed her to, and then things got more complicated when she was recognized as the Dragonborn.  Since word doesn’t spread fast and there’s no photography in Skyrim, Alta basically has three reputations: the Dragonborn’s, the Bard’s, and the Imperial’s.  Her identity as the Dragonborn is more liked than her identity as Alta Adalrica, and her eventual identity as a renowned bard is probably liked the most of all since bards don’t have to make moral choices.

To the Bards’ College, she’s pretty much just another bard, albeit an especially famous one.  She’s the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, but the professors mostly just consider her a fellow scholar who doesn’t yet realize her talent since she claims to not be worthy of the position on account of only knowing a handful of Restoration spells but is one of the only people alive who can Shout.  The Dawnguard and the Vigilants consider her to be a valuable addition to their ranks, but mostly just another person on the team.

The Forsworn hate her for killing Madanach.  The Dark Brotherhood (or what’s left of it) probably hate her for killing everyone.  Valerica is the only remaining Volkihar vampire after Serana became human and mostly doesn’t care so long as Serena is safe, like at worst she’s peeved that the Dawnguard killed all her minions.

The Companions and the Thieves’ Guild Do Not Know Her.

15. Does your oc have a horse/other mount? A pet? How did they get this animal? If they were given the animal, do they have the money to maintain it? How careful/careless are they with their animal? What do they do with their pets while adventuring, especially on dangerous quests?

All Dragonborns are required by law to adopt Meeko.  So she did.  Meeko lives in Silian Manor with the rest of Alta’s children, pets, and followers.  Alta does have the money to maintain Meeko, though initially she just fed him scraps from hunting and preparing meat in the wild.  After coming back home from Solstheim she also adopted the Steadfast Dwarven Sphere, who mostly just scoots around the floor of the house like a steam-powered roomba.

Alta has tried to keep a horse over the course of her adventures, but they generally end up getting stolen or killed.  After the second dead horse she just said fuck it and stuck with walking and carriages.  Once she came out of the Soul Cairn though, she would end up summoning Arvak to ride on if she needed to go somewhere too far to walk since she doesn’t have to worry about him dying.

16. Does your oc take their time as they travel, or are they purposeful? How do they survive in the wilds, especially if they aren’t hunter-types? How dependent is your oc on civilized society?

Alta sets out intending to go quickly and do only what she needs to do, but she keeps stopping in various buildings or caves for shelter during the night only to end up fighting trolls or wiping out a bandit camp.  And that’s not even getting into “I was halfway to my destination when someone implored me to help them with a thing and I couldn’t just say no.”

She’s able to survive fairly well in the wild, but has no idea what to do if she runs out of plants to forage or animals to hunt, so her ability to survive is ultimately limited before she’s forced to return to civilization.  Additionally, unless she’s traveling somewhere, Alta would get bored to tears pretty quickly in the wild.  She needs her books.

17. What does your oc like to eat? How much food do they eat? Can your oc cook, and can they do it well?

Mostly, Alta just eats whatever she can hunt and forage while she’s traveling on the road.  She keeps a few containers of fresh and dried herbs/spices, and she knows how to look for wild edible plants and fungi.

Alta is a fairly decent cook when she has access to a full pantry, and she enjoys baking things.  He favorite food is mammoth cheese, something that she can, and has raided giant camps for when doing bounty jobs for the various hold jarls.  If you introduced her to fried mammoth cheese it would probably blow her mind.

20. What does your oc wear in the city/settlements? In the house? When travelling, but not adventuring or expecting combat? Do they vary their clothes depending on what hold/city they’re in? If they don’t, why not (e.g., if your oc wears the same outfit to tend their garden or lounge around the house as they did to meet Ulfric or Elisif, why?) Does your oc have a good or bad sense of fashion? How many clothes does your oc have?

Alta wears regular civilian clothes when not adventuring.  If she’s traveling, she’s almost certainly going to end up in combat at some point, either with a bear or a bandit so it’s just practical.  If she’s going somewhere she needs a specific outfit for, she just puts on her Vampire Armor and keeps her normal clothes in a travel bag.  Alta has a decent sense of fashion, but she prefers styles from her native Cyrodiil that aren’t popular in Skyrim, and thus comes across as kind of unfashionable.  I would say she has enough clothes to go two weeks without having to to laundry.

21. How picky is your oc about their gear? Do they have different equipment for different adventures, or is it the same suit of armor for everything (not counting upgrades like from steel to ebony)?

Alta pretty much has the same equipment for everything.  She packs lightly for more maneuverability, and prefers her Vampire Armor over Scale Armor or Elven Armor because it’s more versatile—you can disguise Vampire Armor as a fashion choice at a party or use it to fool vampires from a distance, but you can’t really do the same thing with a suit of Elven Plate.

She’s used a few different weapons over time, settling on a bow for primary combat and a mace to fall back on.  Starting with a carved wooden club and a simple hunter’s bow, she ended her journey with a dragonbone mace and the Bow of Auri-El.

22. How does your oc acquire their clothes, and from where/whom?

Alta mostly buys her clothes, though she will occasionally sew them herself.  She gets a lot of clothes from Khajiiti traders as well.

Her primary set of armor though, came from very early on in her adventures through Skyrim: she’d taken a stop in Morthal on her way to the Hall of the Vigilant after exorcising Sheogorath from the Blue Palace and receiving the Wabbajack, and got roped into dealing with the vampire problem there.  After dealing with Morvath and almost getting killed for not having armor on, she swipes a set of Vampire Armor from his lair and wears that for most of her time adventuring in Skyrim.

23. Can your oc swim, and how well? Have they ever swam in the ocean, or only lakes/rivers? Remember, it’s much harder to swim in the ocean than in a lake!

Alta is bad at swimming.  She knows how to float, and she knows how to paddle, but she’s not going to be able to fight a current and she’s not going to be able to swim quickly.

24. How easy/difficult is it to rob your oc? Pickpocket? Bribe?

When she’s starting out?  Having been a scholar all her life whose only combat experience was hunting for sustenance, it’s really easy to rob/pickpocket her.  Later, when she’s a more experienced adventurer, it’s still fairly easy to pickpocket her, but she keeps several small caches of coin/valuables on her person to make sure that losing one or two isn’t that big of a deal, and she’s a good enough combatant now that outright robbing her is hard.

Alta can only be bribed if: the thing she’s being asked to do is something she would be okay with doing afterwards, and the bribe is something other than money, like rare books or fried mammoth cheese.

26. How helpful is your oc, and why? Are they helpful or kind even during difficult situations? Are they pragmatic, or do they have a hero syndrome?

Stendarr teaches that you should always help your fellow man if you have the means to do so, so even when she doesn’t want to help, Alta will at least try to do something.  She will try to be pragmatic about things, but that doesn’t always work.

Alta is naturally helpful and tries to diffuse any difficult situation she comes across as best she can before taking action: for instance, after finding Aventus Aretino performing the Black Sacrament and mistaking her for a Dark Brotherhood assassin, she sat him down with a cup of tea and talked to him about why he wanted Grelod to be punished so badly and why he felt assassination was the right way to go before making a visit to Grelod herself.

#alta adalrica #headcanon #god there's just #so much #this took me literal hours

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The Inevitable Saint Seiya Rewatch, Episodes 16-19

i am legitimately unsure how to respond to seiya fucking murdering a lady

- Hyouga, why the fuck would you leave your invincible rosary at Ikki's grave. TAKE THAT SHIT TO MU AND HAVE HIM RESEARCH IT HADES WILL NOT STAND A CHANCE

- ah yes, time for delicious toei filler

- In all seriousness, this filler is goofy and ridiculous as fuck, (OH NO THE BUGS ARE STEALING MY COSMO!!!) but I actually do like some of the character moments a lot, and I like the idea of the core group + Saori having time to bond and really become a team before shit starts really going down, and before Saori realizes she's a goddess.

- I have to wonder, though, if you're going to make filler to try to buy time while Kurumada smokes weed and makes shit up, why would you go with a really obvious "evil Pope" plotline? Seriously, it should be super obvious that eventually the manga is going to have its own plans for the Pope and Sanctuary, since he was a big figure in the first chapter/episode. Like, if the anime went to do completely its own thing, that'd be fine, but the halfway measure where it tries to weave weirdly back into the manga is just, uh, strange.

- Not that projecting Saga onto Toei's Evil Pope (complete with Evil Harem!) isn't the funniest fucking thing, don't get me wrong. Wait until they find out how much he loves being an owl!

- I mean, yeah, the montage of trainees dying horrifically by the hundreds is brutal and disturbing, but... is it really that much harsher than the picture we get of regular Saint training, considering LOL NINETY DEAD KIDS WHOOPS? I dunno...

- Marin and Shaina are both legitimately really cool characters. Saint Seiya ladies in general are cool as hell, you just wish that they got more focus, Saori included.

- The way Toei tries to inject RACISM!!! as another reason why Sanctuary evil feels a little weird, considering that, like, half of their Gold Saints aren't from Greece either...

- A wild Aiolia appears! The early stealth appearances of the Golds are a lot of fun. (Imagine how much more fun they could be if they were actually seeded in with, like, intent!) At this stage if you're watching blind you probably have no idea to make of this guy, who is also the narrator for the episodes...? It doesn't feel like he's obviously been set up as a "future opponent", but he's also not going out of his way to oppose the bad guys, either... but he does seem to be Marin's friend, so hmm...

-  It just seems like the kind of thing that'd be fun to play with, expectations-wise, if you're going to revise the series with hindsight in mind. In a way that, you know, gender-swapping Shun is not. What? Did I say something?

- Man, though, a Silver Saint like Shaina who is willing to shit-talk a Gold like Lia to his face... yikes. That's sort of nuts. You really do get no respect around here, do you, Aiolia...?

- have i mentioned lately that i'm in love with saori

- "Why are they after the Gold Cloth?" UH, BECAUSE IT'S A GOLD CLOTH, GUYS? HYOUGA, SHIRYUU, YOU TWO WERE TRAINED BY FUCKING GOLDS. SEIYA YOU'VE LIVED HALF YOUR LIFE IN SANCTUARY. YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THIS IS KIND OF A BIG DEAL?

- "Our magic warriors were secretly behind every major historical event ever" was cringe in Madoka Magica and, uh, it's cringe here too, sorry!

- I'd loooove to see a more elaborate process of Saori slowly realizing and coming to terms with being Athena. More Saori content in general, pls.

- AH YES, THE SHUN SHOWER SCENE

- AH YES, THE SHIRYUU WAKING UP WITH KIKI SCENE

- I really like seeing the Bronzies do stuff like run around town doing "normal" activities, like Shun jogging, though! Shun is cute! CUTE! I even like seeing Seiya hanging around with the orphanage kids and setting up Miho for extreme disappointment.

- SAORI STANDING UP TO AND SASSING A SAINT WHO JUST BLEW HER HOUSE UP BY HERSELF I CAN'T IMAGINE BEING THIS BADASS GOD

- her expression change when seiya shows up though hnnnnng

- The setup is dumb filler, but I like the underscoring that Saori is HARDCORE (ignore me, protect the Cloth!), the Bronzies meeting up to discuss what they should do, and Seiya's not-super-personal rationale at this point for going to rescue Saori. I actually do think their relationship has nice progression, the fact that ideally there would have been more focus on Saori realizing her Foundation is pretty fucking evil aside.

- wait, you guys are going with hyouga's plan? seriously? oh shit..........

- AND THE CRYSTAL SAINT APPEARS. MY NEMESIS

- oh my god i want to see camus demonstrating this hilarious ass leg freezing technique. 'donk' sound effect and all. why would you deprive me of this

- i like how even the crystal saint, someone who is obviously defined as very much a 'nice/good saint', will cheerfully watch his student get mauled by a polar bear as part of his training though

- I'm not sure if it's more plausible that CRYSTAL SAINT failed to warn Hyouga that "hey, even if you freeze their legs, they can still punch you" or if Hyouga heard and just forgot...

- Shiryuu and Kiki are too late to reach the cave, watching them fly away in a helicopter because this is a filler arc. Wait, Sanctuary uses helicopters? Is there a helipad in Saga's house? Is it equipped with a personal bath? I need to know these things, dammit!

- I would seriously watch an entire fucking episode of just the Bronzies and Saori sitting in a room together discussing battle plans and other serious business, punctuated by Seiya and Saori occasionally flirting, and Hyouga occasionally invading Shun's personal space. A+++ quality episode right there.

- GHOOOOOOST SAAAAAAAAAAAAINTS

- poor shaina, getting filler villain-ized. but on the other hand, i kind of like her more in the role of 'ruthless and threatening villain/supporting character' as opposed to having a crush on seiya, ngl.

- Saori shitting on Tatsumi is always the greatest thing. But even that aside, even with the GHOOOST SAAAAINTS, I... like the idea of more elements of the Graude Foundation and their interactions with the actual world getting involved in this conflict?

- ghost saints tho...........

- I also really like Saori already showing she's growing up and changing the way she thinks. She has this perpetually troubled air about her even in the Ikki arc, so even though there's not as much focus on what's going on in her head as there SHOULD be, it's plausible she's really mulling things over, re-evaluating them, and internally struggling so she can be up to this task she doesn't fully understand. Rather than being smug about Graude's capabilities like Tatsumi and like she was in the early episodes, she's already thinking about the impact of their actions on the world at large. Because she rules.

- Really wish we had some aspect of her more directly confronting the fact that her grandfather was an evil fuck, but it's one of those things I feel like I can probably headcanon too, I suppose.

- shun and the nebula chains mvp all day every day

- i like how seiya is sitting there playing sad guitar and hyouga and shiryuu huddle together and are just like "man seiya's guitar sucks" “i know right”

- Saori's growth is great because she really feels like an actual character to me? There's an awkwardness about how she's trying to approach the Bronzies and bond with them that feels really organic and endearing, but she's trying very hard. I really like touches like Saori trying to say the reason she came was because she was worried about them, and Hyouga and Shiryuu sort of exchanging this skeptical glance. It's what makes things on Saori's end sort of easy to 'headcanon', so to speak.

- I love this whole idea of Saori randomly chucking her jewelry into the ocean to 'show her appreciation'. Because it's so fucking weird and awkward. This is a gesture that doesn't actually mean anything to the Bronzies - they're totally like "huh? uh, okay" - and objectively it's a dumb useless thing to do, but you can tell she, as a young girl, has really been wracking her brain over how to SHOW that she's growing to care about them, and... and came up with this? Uh, it seemed like a good idea maybe? And her self-consciousness continues to come through, the way she can't even look at the Bronzies as she explains what she's trying to say is that their lives are more important than any Cloth.

- In growing this way, Saori is already vastly different from her grandfather and even Sanctuary, who obviously didn't value life at all - but Saori is trying to figure out and navigate this new way of thinking and caring on her own. Of course it'll be clumsy as hell, but there's also a real earnestness to it. Saori is so great...

- THE HYOSHUN IS VERY REAL. even in the midst of dumb filler, i love the way hyouga is so consistently attentive to shun. why is hyouga the only one who reacts to shun getting pulled underwater and then tries to save him? shiryuu was right there too... i mean...

- (the answer: hyouga is crushing on him hard, but)

- shun catching hyouga on the cliff against THE EVIL BUGS too ffffffffff

- NEBULA CHAIN! PULL IT UP!

- "Shiryuu, what happened!?" "I DON'T KNOW." and then we never speak of this again. sounds legit tbh

- holy shit did seiya just fucking murder a lady

- seiya just totally cold-bloodedly murdered a lady

- AIOLOS DID YOU JUST FUCKING WINK AT SEIYA AFTER HE MURDERED A LADY THROUGH YOUR HELMET I..................

- no, but seriously, she's fucking lying helpless face down on the ground and seiya fucking punches her to death what the fuck. even the way the shot is framed. and then you get to hear her scream in pain as she's being fucking punched to death. like seiya could have seen an opening and punched her as she was falling from aiolos's sucker punch, but while she's literally lying on the ground is really... uh...

- WELL, UM, MOVING ON I GUESS... SAINT SEIYA!

#rewatching sts #aquarius camus did nothing wrong

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Day 2 - who we are

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Pull: Shalebuck Horn Action: Writing

Altera woke to the sun in her eyes. The moment she cracked them open, light spilled in and blinded her for a good ten seconds. So you could say she didn’t wake up in the best of moods. The first thing she noticed was, of course, the fact she’d slept through the night and dammit she’d have to deal with another day in the sun. The second thing was that there was another dragon under Ora’s other wing. She leapt to her feet, instantly defensive and not caring about the way Ora’s wing slapped her own at the action. “Who is this! When’d you get here! Ora, why didn’t you tell me! Good gods we don’t need these surprises Ora!” Her shouts startled her companions awake, both looking alarmed and, honestly, a little scared of her. Good, she thought, don’t surprise me like this then. Ora stammered, while the other dragon - who had four eyes? what on Sornieth? - blinked rapidly at her before he spoke. “Sorry! I just kind of stumbled across you guys last night, and you were asleep, and I was tired too, so this guy let me sleep, and now you’re yelling!” His voice wavered, but it was better than the mess of broken syllables Ora was making.

Altera narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, opening her mouth to bite out a retort when she noticed something. Her nose twitched at the new smell, metallic and tangy and - That’s blood. And it was coming from the new dragon. For a moment she studied him, taking in the various scrapes and cuts that she hadn’t noticed before. Huh. “The hell happened to you?”

Four-Eyes blinked, suddenly looking lost. Why, she had no idea; her question was perfectly reasonable, thank you very much. He waited a moment, expression changing from lost to vaguely uncomfortable, before he said, “Er, I just… scraped myself up a bit.” Wow, I never would’ve expected that. “Yeah, no kidding. Let me see.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she was already nudging (if it could be called nudging) Ora out of the way and stalking the last few steps to the other dragon. He tried to shimmy away from her, but she grabbed him with both paws to keep him from moving as she checked him over. He was covered in minor injuries, little smears of dried blood speckled over his body. She drew her eyes further down his body, searching for anything major- “You’re an idiot. An absolute, complete and utter idiot, how in the seven damned hells were you walking around like this?! Do you not know how to help something this easy to fix?!” She bared her teeth at him in deep annoyance, eyes still locked onto his right hind leg. One of the joints looked out of place, which to her easily indicated it was dislocated. Four-Eyes looked afraid for a moment, before working into a panic as Altera moved her paws closer to his leg. “Waitwaitwait no don’t tou-” He broke off with a slew of very colorful swears as she swiftly moved the joint back into place with a ‘pop’. She nodded, then stepped back as the other dragon shuffled quickly away from her. “Gods, warn a dragon when you’re gonna do that!” She shrugged. “If I warn you, you’ll move away before I do it. Now quit being a little hatchling and stop whining, you’re all fixed. You’re welcome.” She plopped herself down and casually began working her teeth into the fur around her wrist. Four-Eyes stayed where he was, eyeing her warily. Good. Ora, who until now had stood back and watched, dazed, as the other two ‘interacted’, stepped forward. “How’d you know how to do that...?” Is he serious. Altera stopped what she was doing to fix Ora with a Look. “Because I’m not an idiot like the both of you apparently are. What kind of nomad doesn’t get taught how to fix simple injuries?” Ora tilted his head. “I’m not a nomad?” Four-Eyes just grumbled, “My kind of nomad I guess…” Yep, idiots. That’s something that wouldn’t get fixed overnight, despite how much Altera would love it if it could. She let out a long, long-suffering sigh. “Alright. Okay. What are you two then? What kind of dragon, what kind of nomad, and you,” she said, pointing at the newcomer, “I still don’t know your name, so what’s that too.” The newcomer stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “I’m a mirror. Y’know, one of the most nomadic kinds of dragon there is? Living in packs? That’s our whole thing?” Now it was time for her to stare at him. “Never heard of em. Name?” “Serkalem-” “Pack?” Serkalem paused, looking away. “Don’t have one.” Hm. That was odd, right? Whatever, okay, it’s not like he’s the only one here who’s odd. Altera had to wonder though, if he never had one, or if he used to. He had to have been born somewhere, right? Again, whatever. She turned to Ora. “Okay, your turn.” Ora froze, and honestly, could he just talk without some reaction like that? “I’m not a nomad. And, uh, I’m a coatl?” Altera nodded. “If you’re not a nomad, then how’d you get out here?” “I… don’t know. You asked me yesterday.” “Look, look, I forgot. How do you just not know how you ended up in the middle of the desert?” Ora quickly began to look frustrated. “I don’t know! I was with friends near the Pillar, then suddenly I’m here! I really don’t know!” He’d begun shouting, but the moment his mouth was closed, he looked nervous. “Sorry.” Altera opened her mouth to ask something else, when Serkalem decided to pipe up. “Hey, you’ve been asking us all these questions, how about some for you?” That guy had guts to interrupt her like that, she had to admit. Didn’t mean she liked it. “Don’t interrupt me again. But fine, you want to ask? Ask.” “How’d you get out here? And you seem so concerned about us being alone, but what about you? We don’t know anything about you except that you’re infinitely angry.” Yep, the guy had guts. Well, it’s not like she particularly cared what they did and didn’t know about her, so she nonchalantly said, “Well, I lost my group and family in a cave-in, and I’ve been wandering around this desert since. Happy?” Serkalem seemed to think about that for a moment, before he nodded slowly. There was a look in his eyes, something that only stayed for a second, but Altera caught it. She had no idea what it was, and it passed so quickly she thought she might’ve imagined it. Hm. She looked around at Ora and Serkalem, everyone’s questions seemingly satisfied. Her companions looked worse for wear, and they were both young, like her. Ora was stout, with short legs and a blunt snout. Serkalem was long and lanky, with gnarled horns and long fangs. Altera knew she didn’t look much better, with shaggy, badly-cropped fur and dull cloth haphazardly strewn over herself to protect herself from the sun. Speaking of the sun… It was already late morning, now. Gross. She turned her face south and said, “Well, I don’t want to sit here much longer. You two can come along if you want. Take some of these, they’ll help.” She unwound a few bundles of cloth from around herself and tossed them at her companions, who quickly draped the fabric over themselves. Satisfied, she lowered her head and began her march anew.

Ora watched Altera and Serkalem as they walked southward, trudging along like they’d done this all their lives. Like they had been doing all their lives. He was tempted to follow, so very tempted, but what if his parents came for him? What if his friends were still looking? He couldn’t just leave when they could - no, would - find him. But he’d been waiting for days now, and the short companionship he’d had with the other two… he didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to be alone again. It was so lonely out here with nobody else, and if he had to be alone any longer, he didn’t know what he’d do. I’m sorry, he thought, as he stood and made to follow the others, I’m sorry. I’ll find you eventually. I’m sorry.

- well they're back to moving! currently they're in the western shattered plain, and are moving southward towards the outer crags of greatwyrm's breach. - Ora is kind of a fourth-wall breaker. i couldn't come up with a background for him, so some "strange outside power" just so happened to move him into the right place to meet the others. wacky - the title of today is the same as Who We Are by Imagine Dragons

#my lore #fr lore #lost and found