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sarahjtv · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 327 Spoiler Analysis: Home Sweet Home

OH MY GOD, GUYS!!! DEKU GETS A BATH!!!! 🎉🛁 🧼 My broccoli boy finally gets squeaky clean, gets some sleep, and we finally get some R&R time with the Class 1-A kids. It’s not close to the happy-go-lucky days of old, but it’s some time with the kids nonetheless. I’m glad Horikoshi put some heart and humor in this chapter because god knows we needed it. But, let’s be real, this is the calm before the storm:

The chapter starts off with what everyone and Horikoshi has been wanting for Deku since he went on his mission: A motherfuckin’ bath 🛀 🧼🛁! Kaminiari and Kirishima lead the Class 1-A boys to carry Deku into their side of the UA Alliance bathhouse (looks real nice btw) and give him a good power-wash. The whole sequence is very comical! The boys are rushing in and poor Deku has this O_O face on him like “what is happening?” 😂 We also see some of the boys butt naked 😳 It’s clear that Horikoshi had fun drawing this thing and it was fun to read 💚

Bakugo is with them of course and you can actually see his scars from when Shigaraki stabbed him. He’s not bleeding, but you can see those scar patches on his skin. I’m curious of how fan artist are going to draw him from now on. I would like to see that fan art 👀

There’s also some bubble sfx coving Bakugo’s crotch and a translator said it might say dick or penis. I’m curious what the officials will say.

But, Bakugo being Bakugo is still aggressive towards his classmates. More playfully than before, but still. He reminds everyone that he still intends on being the best there is and that everyone is still his rivals (also friends, Bakugo). HE EVEN MAKES AN ATTEMPT TO CALL DEKU IZUKU! LIKE HE ALMOST SAID “DEKU” BUT HE CHANGED IT TO IZUKU AT THE LAST MINUTE! AND DEKU SAYS THAT CALLING HIM DEKU IS JUST FINE LIKE THAT ANGER THAT ORIGINATED FROM THE NICKNAME ISN’T THERE ANYMORE AND IT’S A FREINDLY NICKNAME BKDK FRIENDSHIP GROWTH YOU LOVE TO SEE IT 🧡💚

After Deku’s bath, he’s sitting in the commons talking to the rest of Class 1-A. Well, most of them. Mina tells Deku that Ochako and a few other students went to bed after everything became ok again. So, I definitely didn’t see Tsuyu, and it looks like Shoji, Aoyama, and Hagakare weren’t in this chapter either. Ochako I understand; her speech must’ve been emotionally taxing. Aoyama and Hagakare are the top suspects for being the traitor in the fandom and this isn’t helping their cases. I don’t know about Tsuyu and Shoji though. They’re both mutant-types, but characters like Ojiro or mutant-like people like Jiro, Mina or Tokoyami didn’t get outcasted. Horikoshi did hint that Shoji would be getting something soon. But, I really am just speculating here.

Now that Deku’s back, everyone has questions for him. Though I understand why, this has gotta be overwhelming for Deku. At least they’re not mad at him for hiding OFA. They seem very understanding actually.

Then my ❄️🔥 boy, Shoto Todoroki, comes in all handsome right out of the baths 💙 He’s drying his right side while you can see a steam cloud on his left. So, it is canon that Shoto drys himself naturally with his heat. His entrance is so pretty that even Mineta’s questioning it (shut up, Mineta, you’ll never be as beautiful as him). And yes, I might be a Shoto simp, don’t judge me I see y’all too 👀

Anyway, Shoto asks everyone to let Deku sleep since that was pretty much the whole reason they brought him back. Problem is, Deku can’t because he really needs to apologize to All Might for abandoning him. AND AFTER HE SAYS THAT THERE’S A DETAILED PANEL OF SHOTO POINTING TO ALL MIGHT LIKE “UH, MIDORIYA? HE’S RIGHT THERE” AND ALL MIGHT LOOKING FROM THE WINDOW LIKE A HORROR VILLAIN WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE 😭

All Might comes in and apologizes to Deku for not being able to support him when he needed it, but Deku says that All Might support him more than enough. Mina also scolds All Might for not saying anything when he left. She wants All Might to apologize to everyone for that. Though I’m glad Deku and All Might have reconciled (I honestly thought that last convo between them was going to be THE LAST for a hot minute), Mina has a point. All Might did bail on all of them without any warning. Kinda messed up in general.

All Might apologizes and he is going to fight with everyone regardless of his physical state so that he can see that flame continue to shine. However, he warns the kids that they got info on the villains and that the final decisive battle is coming soon. If the whole “Final Arc” thing hasn’t been hammered into your head, there you go. I’m also glad that Stain’s speech did end up motivating All Might further. Who knew?

So, All Might is off to help Endeavor since he’s got unfinished business to take care of. But, the kids are wondering why Endeavor (and probably Hawks) isn’t entering UA entirely yet. Shot reminds them that Endeavor is still connected to Dabi and that his presence alone would cause more discourse. People’s minds can’t change that easily. Shoto of all people would know.

As Deku FINALLY SLEEPS 💤 and Shoto puts a blanket over him (possibly warmed by his left side 🔥) 💙💚 Shoto acknowledges how his presence might be making people anxious too even though it’s not his fault at all (thank you, Kirishima for doubling down on this btw ❤️🪨). But, things are different and Shoto’s going to show that so that everyone can be at ease like he wants as a hero. There’s even this sweet small smile on his beautiful face as he says this. He’s grown so much and he’s pretty to boot I love him so much *HANDS IN FACE* 💙❄️🔥

EVEN KIRISHIMA’S CRYING FROM HOW MANLY SHOTO IS I LOVE THESE KIDS!!!!

And now Jiro steps up and says her piece. That she knows how hard it is to convince everyone to change their minds for the better. Like with those two critics from the Culture Fest. Even so, they accomplished this before, so she thinks they can do it again. She even gathers all the band members to emphasize on this. I love how Jiro uses her earphone jacks to rally the band and how she literally drags Bakugo by the shirt for a cute group shot. None of these kids are afraid of Bakugo anymore LOL 😂! Also, Momo is the tallest out of all of them in this line up shot (except for Bakugo who’s still being dragged on the ground). I think she’s roughly 5ft 6-7 inches? She’s the tallest of the girls I know that, but damn. She towers all of them. Even me... She’s also very pretty in this shot and it’s her birthday as I’m posting this, so happy b-day Momo ❤️

And we get a beautiful panel of Jiro leading everyone to make sure that they’ll go beyond with making everything better than it was before. We get a nice group shot of the rest of the class agreeing with her with a smile including Shoto with a small one (did I mention that I love him?) 💙💙💙 And Deku’s in the center still sleeping away. I hope he has good dreams *kisses forehead*💚 And go Jiro for stepping up to the plate too 💜! All these kids have grown so much. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Finally, the last pages show Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist going somewhere, maybe Tartarus. They got info out of Dr. Ujiko via polygraph and the Nomu Research Group at Central Hospital. They predict that they have 2 months until Shigaraki’s ready to go again, so they’ll need 1 month of preparation. But, the info Stain gave All Might gave them more info. His letter ended up being a personal letter to All Might (Stain really is that nuts...), but there was a microchip in the blade Stain left containing the security records from Tartarus. It’s not stated how this info affected the mission at hand, but it sounds like it has to do something with the time frame. So, I’m curious if they have less time to prepare or more? Given how this is the Final Arc, Imma say less.

Finally, the teaser asks “How are the villains moving?” I wonder if that means we’re switching to the villain’s next week. I would love to hang out with the kids more, but I would also like to know what our villains are up to. Like, where the hell is Himiko Toga? Is Spinner still questioning shit? What happened to Mr. Compress after he mauled himself to help Shigaraki and the others escape? Also I think we need more info on this dude’s backstory given he’s the grandson of the famous Robin Hood villain who’s name definitely didn’t escape me... 😐 Is Dabi laughing his ass off from the utter chaos he started? Is AFO still smiling like the evil mastermind he is? Is Shigaraki as crispy as he was earlier? I was going to ask about Twice but... 😭

So, yeah! Love this chapter. Really good transition chapter into whatever happens next. I’m kinda sad we didn’t see Deku fight off more past villains during his vigilante days. We got Muscular and Overhaul and I think that’s it? Didn’t see any of Overhaul’s minions or that teeth-blade villain (Fish-something?; he broke out, but we haven’t seen him since) or Re-Destro or his goons. I don’t count as Gentle or LaBrava as villains anymore and they were never truly evil to begin with. Regardless, it was a really cool arc to see a more dark side of Deku. I’m really glad Horikoshi made great use of his bunny hood and metal mask finally. Deku really did look demonic for some time. Also, seeing Deku badass is always a plus. And seeing the deconstruction of hero society and the possible reconstruction of it was really good too. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows, unfortunately, but we can do our best to make it that way.

I’m also glad that we finally got our kids back in top form. Not just being heroes, but being teenagers too. They all had great moments especially Iida, Ochako, and now Shoto as they should. But, Bakugo’s apology was peak for me. Over 320 chapters of development and build-up lead to that moment and it really is one of the best in the series. It lives in my head rent free.

So, we got 1-2 months in-manga-time until what is probably the final battle of the series. God, I can’t believe we’re actually nearing the end of this series. I started reading it back in 2018 when shit was rough for me. I found this series after listening to the music and reading the hype around it. I watched the show then I read the manga and it really helped me. Saved me from a dark place actually. I will miss this series when it’s done and I will be greatly for the joy Horikoshi has gifted us. I’ll try to save the farewells for later. I’d say this series has at least 1-1 1/2 years to go.

Me @ the kids and All Might:

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dovechim · 5 years

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twist n’ dunk (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 3.6k

➾ part of a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon

➾ warnings: plenty of lactation, slight food play, oral (f), time skip, unprotected sex, lactation incorporated into intercourse, good old impregnation kink

➾ a/n: finally, this is my answer to how many pups they had :) that aside, im posting this to celebrate our golden boy’s birthday. happy birthday jimin, thank you for being a light in my life 🔆

“Why did you even invite them over if you were going to be so huffy about it?” You watch as your husband paces back and forth, nostrils flared and fists clenched in an attempt to control himself from mauling the two other male wolves currently sitting beside you on the couch.

Correction, sitting is far too vague of a description. More specifically, Jeongguk has his cheek on your rounded belly as his eyes remained focused on the television screen in front of him. Taehyung has one hand protectively on the other side of your belly as he tries his best to manage his game controller with the other. Meanwhile you are trashing both boys at Mario Kart.

Somehow you feel it’s because the normally competitive Jeongguk is far too distracted by the warmth of your belly to get upset about losing, and Taehyung is good naturedly letting you win. The only person who’s not having any fun whatsoever is Park Jimin.

Actually, the only reason why Jeongguk and Taehyung are here right now is because you made him invite them over, reason being that you need to spend some time with someone other than Jimin for a while. As much as you love your husband, sometimes pregnancy gets tiring and you just want an afternoon to have a break from him and his incessant worrying about his pups and just play mindless games.

So really, as jealous and fuming mad as Park Jimin is right now, your needs come first and he can’t object. He mutters that he needs the three of you out of his sight before he stalks to the kitchen and closes the door to try and make himself forget that you’re currently in close proximity of two very horny, very single male wolves.

Jeongguk’s nose twitches a little just as the round ends. He’s careful not to place too much pressure on you as he shifts his head to glance up at your breasts just above him. “Something smells sweet… are you lactating?”

At the mention of it, you look down and notice a wet patch on your shirt. Towards the late stage of your pregnancy, you began to leak every now and then, but it wouldn’t be very substantial. Just a few drops, but irritating enough to cause you to have to change your shirt.

“Oh pause, I need to get a new shirt,” you sigh as you put the controller down even though there’s no such thing as pausing in Mario Kart. Nevertheless, the two boys on the couch beside you drop their controllers obediently as well, not even taking advantage of this opportunity to win their first match.

“Jeongguk-ah, have you ever tried breast milk?” Taehyung says curiously as he glances at the wet patches on your chest. With their ultra-sensitive noses, you’re sure that they could probably smell the milk as well. It’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises what’s going on.

“Of course I haven’t,” the youngest looks as if he’s in a trance, he can’t stop himself from staring at your breasts. “When would I get the chance to? No one we know is pregnant except ______.”

You’re about to push both of them off just so you can get changed, but the fascination on their faces make you pause. Would it really be so bad if you sated their curiosity? After all, it’s not like either of them would get the opportunity to do so any time soon if not from you. It’s completely harmless.

And obviously you wouldn’t let them drink from the source; Jimin would throw a fit.

You reach under your loose shirt to pinch one nipple, feeling your finger wet with liquid before drawing it back out. Holding it in front of Jeongguk first, you glance nervously at the kitchen door.

“Just a little bit. Don’t tell Jimin.” You offer your finger to him, and the delighted youngest licks it gratefully, closing his eyes as he tries to get every single drop.

“It’s sweet, sweeter than normal milk,” his eyes open wide. “It’s thin but sweet.”

“Let me try please,” Taehyung begs from your other side, and you sigh, reaching back under your shirt to milk out a few more drops from your other nipple for him to taste. Likewise, he licks your finger gratefully.

“It’s like almond milk!” Taehyung exclaims as he glances longingly at your breasts, as if he wants more.

“Alright, that’s enough to sate your curiosity right?” You grumble as you start to push the both of them off. But then, you feel your breasts leak a little more onto your shirt, causing the wet patch to grow substantially. Usually you just let your breasts produce whatever they have and then change your shirt. But pinching and milking them this time must have stimulated a larger flow than normal.

You can feel both wolves’ rapt attention on your chest.

“Just a bit more, you’re leaking so much,” Jeongguk says with a small whine in his voice. “It’s such a shame to waste it.”

“What? I can’t let you do that, you know Jimin would rip your balls off if I let you do that,” you try to talk some sense into the youngest wolf, but all he can see is the wet patch on your chest.

Taehyung sighs and gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “He’s right. It’s all going to waste…”

Suddenly Jeongguk sits up with bright eyes. “I have an idea! Wait here please!”

His begging is so earnest that you sigh, watching him spring off from his seat and run into the kitchen. You hear Jimin’s voice as Jeongguk rummages for something in the kitchen, and then he’s back a second later with… a packet of oreos.

All you can do is stare at the youngest wolf in confusion as he rips the packet open, takes out an oreo and positions it in front of your chest.

“Noona, please. Just squirt some on my oreo.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that, I love milk and oreos,” Taehyung gasps as he reaches for a oreo and holds it in front of your other breast. “I’ll take this side, so you can do us both at the same time!”

“I’m not aiming my tits at an oreo!” You exclaim in indignation. “I’m not a cow!”

“What are you doing?” Jimin appears from the kitchen, eyeing the three of you suspiciously as if he expected something else to be happening. But upon seeing this very strange sight of Jeongguk and Taehyung holding two oreos in front of your chest, the alpha wolf is visibly confused.

“We’re out of milk in the house, and we wanted some oreos,” Jeongguk says innocently. “Noona offered to help us out.”

Jimin’s gaze hardens as he turns to you. “You did?”

Your jaw drops at how easily Jeongguk just threw you under the bus just to stay in his alpha’s good books. But you’re thankful that when Jimin’s alpha side is angered, his more rational brain is hindered so he’s still trying to figure out the meaning of “help us out”. It takes him a while to arrive at the right conclusion.

“How would you even do that? You don’t mean…” his eyes finally drop to the front of your soaked shirt, and then he realises. “Are you… are you lactating?”

His eyes seem to grow a few shades darker as he takes in this new piece of knowledge. The two younger wolves visibly cower before Jimin.

“It-it was just so sweet and I thought it’d go well with oreos…” Jeongguk’s small voice pleads for leniency, but Taehyung elbows him hard in the ribs to shut up and stop making things worse.

“You tasted her already?” Jimin questions, his eyes shifting to Jeongguk and a low growl starting up in his chest.

“N-not straight from me obviously,” you laugh nervously as Jimin’s expression grows darker and darker. “I just collected some on my finger and…”

“Get out. Both of you.” Jimin’s tone brooks no arguments, and neither do the two wolves protest.

They nearly trip over each other in their haste to get to the door, and meanwhile you peel your sticky and wet shirt away from you in discomfort. Under his watchful gaze, you don’t dare to say a single word as you wait for your alpha to punish you as he deems fit.

“You let them taste you before me?” His tone of disbelief only adds to the undercurrent of fear that shoots down your spine. You should have realised this was a bad idea right from the beginning when Jimin was shooting you jealous looks.

“You never let me taste you before,” his anger dwindles down into a pitiful whine, and your heart softens.

“I’m sorry baby- I just…” You struggle to find the words that would appease both the human and alpha side of him.

But Jimin has long ago decided what he wants, and he kneels down in between your legs. “Since they tasted something of mine, I want to have something they’ll never have a chance to taste.”

His hands are on your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. The scent of you immediately makes him salivate, though you’re not quite that wet yet. He starts by kissing your inner thighs, and the way he looks up at you over your rounded belly, eyes filled with hunger and need, is enough to make your breasts ache for his touch too.

You can feel your nipples leak a little more liquid, and you whine to draw his attention to them. You desperately want to feel his hands on your breasts, let him clean you up with his tongue.

“Nowyou want me?” Jimin watches as you desperately cup your own breasts as if to offer them to him. “Why should I get sloppy seconds? Why not get Jeongguk and Taehyung to suck on those for you?”

“No! Only want you,” you gasp as you pull your shirt up to expose your leaking nipples to him. The sight of you, round and full with his pups and leaking milk profusely, desperately whining his name is exactly the ego boost Jimin needs.

Without you realising, your thighs are now slick with arousal. Jimin pretends to ignore the agony you’re in and licks at your inner thighs instead, making his way toward your clit as he feasts on your pussy the way he likes it- messy, noisy till your arousal coats his chin. He spares you no mercy as he laves your clit with flat licks, two fingers gently spreading your lips and penetrating you shallowly.

You’re so close to your orgasm that you can feel it, but it’s not enough. You need to feel his mouth on your nipples, sucking the milk meant for his pups.

Thighs twitching and cheeks flushed, you reach down to grasp one of his hands desperately, needing to feel your alpha’s touch on you. Your breaths are coming in sobs in your chest; you feel like an absolute wreck. Breast leaking milk down over your rounded belly, thighs shaking and pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jimin, please!” You cry out, squeezing his hand hard, and that makes up pause in licking your clit and glance up with questioning look on his face.

“Please what?” He prompts, continuing to rub your clit. You know you won’t be able to cum like this, not unless you feel his mouth on your breasts.

“Suck me. Want you to taste the milk meant for your pups,” you admit in a small voice, utterly ashamed for having reached such levels of desperation.

Finally satisfied, Jimin smirks in victory as he rises to his feet, bending over so that his mouth reaches your breasts but keeping two fingers buried inside your cunt. His palm is snug against your clit as he keeps it still, and when he takes one nipple into his mouth, your walls clench around him in response. A few light suckles from him is all it takes to trigger your orgasm, and Jimin only moves his hand very minimally to help you ride it out.

“Dirty girl. All it took was a few sucks and you came all over my fingers,” Jimin is still licking his lips as he squeezes your other nipple, watching droplets of milk dribble out. “You’ll feed our pups so well.”

***

“Oh fuck,” you exhale as you rummage around your bag for the one essential item you can’t do without these days. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“What happened?” Jimin turns to you in alarm. “The pups are ok. We left them at my parent’s house for the weekend, remember?”

You turn and glare at him in annoyance. Does he think you’re an idiot? “It’s not about the pups.”

“Then what?”

“I forgot my breast pump, I must have left it there,” you sigh as you check your bag again to make sure it’s really not there. “I only have one, and it’s such a long drive back…”

“I’ll just ask them to bring it over in the morning,” Jimin says as he opens the door to let the both of you in. “It’s too late now for them to drive here…”

“I know, but Jimin…” your voice trails off in a whine, and your alpha turns to look at you with concern etched all over his face. You tell yourself that he can’t possibly understand what it’s like, and it’s natural that he would be this clueless. “I’m so full, I need to pump now. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”

“Oh.” He registers your situation, and his eyes begin to dart around in a panic. “Oh my god. I um… I don’t know anyone else who might have a breast pump. Do we have a spare at home? Should I run out and get one? But all the stores are already closed and-“

By now the tightness in your breasts almost makes it feel as if they’re going to burst if you don’t pump right this second. Maybe it’s because they’re half wolf, but breastfeeding four of Jimin’s brats has ensured that your supply is higher than the normal human female. Your breasts are constantly full and leaking, and you rely on your trusty pump at least four times a day.

Your bra feels unbearably tight, so you reach to undo it, and the material is already soaked with milk. Jimin’s eyes zero in on your nipples against your shirt immediately like the horndog he is, and you can almost see him start to salivate.

Letting him taste your milk while the pups weren’t out yet was one thing, but now that his four little bastards demand every single drop you can produce, you don’t have enough to spare to fulfil his fantasies. Besides, once Jimin gets a taste of your milk, he tends to become insatiable. But now, seeing as the pups are safely at your parent’s house with enough milk to last them the weekend…

“Get over here,” you demand as you sit down on the bed, taking off your top in one smooth motion. Your breasts are heavy and warm, and dying for some relief from the pressure. Jimin looks as if it’s his lucky day as he makes a beeline for the spot beside you, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging them.

You direct his mouth onto your left nipple, already imagining the sweet relief as his lips close around them. He sucks earnestly, and as milk floods his mouth, you sigh in pleasure, the soothing rhythm of feeding along with the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around your nipple is all you’ve been waiting for.

Jimin has your full breast in his hand as he sucks greedily from you, once his mouth is full from the first few sucks, he glances up at you as if asking what you want him to do with the milk. He knows you usually store your extra milk for the pups, but…

You make eye contact with him, lips still wrapped around your nipple and cheeks rounded with your milk. Then you take pleasure in telling him something you’ve always wanted to say.

“Swallow it all.” You say, and Jimin obeys, and inwardly you do a dance of victory. How the tables have turned. All those times you gave him blowjobs and he put his thumb on your chin and asked you to swallow. Granted, you still think he got the better deal seeing as your milk tastes way better than his cum.

After a while, Jimin starts to develop a slight cramp in his neck, so he makes you lie down so he can position himself comfortably on his side, propped up by his arm as he continues to work at your breast. This act of feeding from you, the mother of his pups, has him feeling strangely vulnerable. Even though he’s no stranger to incorporating lactation into your bedroom play, something about today is different.

In fact, all these thoughts in his mind is making him hard, and involuntarily he grinds himself against your thigh.

You glance down to see the outline of his cock against his grey sweatpants, and with one arm wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him securely suckling on your breast, you reach down with the other to push down his pants and close your hand around his cock.

He mumbles a soft ‘fuck’ against your breast as you start to jerk him off, focusing your attention on his swollen head. The whole act is sinful- you feeding him milk meant for his pups while you jerk him off- but you can’t say it’s the most depraved thing you’ve ever done with Park Jimin.

Jimin detaches his lips once the flow of milk slows to a stop, and switches to the other breast. Your hand on his cock is getting him to his end far too quickly; it’s been ages since he last blew his load. The both of you have been so busy with all the pups that it was hard to get in some alone time.

“Can I ride you?” Your request comes out of nowhere, and it’s only then that Jimin notices that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together for quite some time.

“Fuck, get on my cock now,” he sits up and helps you push your skirt up, tearing your panties as you stroke his cock a few more times just to tease. “Slowly, we haven’t done this in a while.”

His warning makes you inch yourself cautiously onto his cock, feeling the stretch and burn. It’s the first time you’re feeling him inside you in a while, but your body remembers it and adjusts as you sink to his base. Jimin throws his head back and groans, hands tight around your waist as he clenches his thigh muscles in an effort not to cum.

“So fucking tight, even after you gave birth to all my pups,” he regains his composure to see how well your pussy takes his cock. “Should I keep you pregnant constantly? Hmmm? I think a round belly and tits leaking with milk is a good look on you.”

Your walls clench hard around him at the thought of it as you start to ride his cock slowly. The mention of milk has you pushing your other breast towards him, and Jimin gladly takes it into his mouth and starts to suckle once more. His hands help you to bounce gently on his cock as he continues to feed from your leaking breasts.

The harsh sucks from him are sending you closer and closer to your orgasm, but you can’t cum until he drains your breast. So Jimin works even harder to get every drop from you as he fucks into your cunt, wanting and needing you to cum first before he can seek his own pleasure.

He brings one hand up to pinch your nipple, causing a stream of milk to squirt onto his tongue as he gladly laps it all up. He continues the pressure on your breast as he milks you. “Look at you, riding my cock while I suck on your breasts. Look how fucking dirty you are. I bet you love it hmm? Love being the mother of my pups. Be a good girl and cum on my cock now so I can fill you up with even more babies.”

Jimin keeps sucking at your nipple as he reaches down to rub your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to come undone around him, his name on your lips as you walls squeeze tight around him. The warmth of your pussy contracting around him pushes Jimin over the edge as well as he spills his cum inside you. You collapse onto his chest as Jimin wraps his arms around you, still thrusting in and out to prolong his orgasm and motivated by habit to fuck his cum as deep as it can go inside you.

“How am I gonna feed your brats without thinking about just now?” You whine against his shoulder even as you feel his cock slowly slip out of you, and his thick cum starts to leak out.

“How am I gonna watch you feed them without wanting to fuck you?” Jimin muses back, his cock twitching at the thought. “You just look so fucking hot like that. They’re so lucky they get to suck on your breasts every day.”

He says this last sentence with a slight pout as he strokes through your hair.

But the feeling of his cum on your thigh makes you realise that you could easily get pregnant again this soon. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom! I’m not ready for more yet!!!”

“I’m so lucky to have you. You gave me such beautiful pups,” Jimin sighs happily, feeling as thought he is the luckiest man alive and oblivious to your annoyance as he grins like an idiot to himself. “I can’t wait for us to have more.”

#bts #ksmutclub #btsmaknaenet #bts smut #bts jimin smut #bts jimin

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lucarioisinthevoid · 3 years

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Bonbon...just bonbon. Just bonbon stuck to his hand. And he has to make a choice to put up with bonbon, or cut off his own hand.

(Amazing idea that I cut short due to being so fucking tired and filled with writer’s anxiety to the MAX, smashing my head into the keyboard, but not wanting to keep abandoning the damn blog. Hope this is still fine though! I really need to cut back to shorter asks again, I should have considered that before making a “series” of this. At least it’s going to be done soon!)

Sometimes, your brain tells you to do stupid things. TRULY stupid things. Henry certainly was no stranger to it, not at all. Though usually he had a little bit more… of a reputation what to uphold. ‘What is the worst that could happen?’ That was the standard question to consider, the one thing to maintain at the forefront, while also eying the potential benefits of the risks. What was the worst that could happen? Usually death. That has prevented Henry from doing quite a few nonsensical actions, ranging from petty theft of objects he never needed, to making himself a name as a Serial Killer. Nonsensical ideas, with no rewards, and potentially risky chain reactions that could lead to the destruction of his entire work. It was for the better that they had gotten buried in his mind again, Henry would have been even more upset with himself now, looking back on his life, otherwise. Yet, now? Nothing was stopping him from the worst. Death? Never heard of ‘em. If you only wake up again in the same place as you were before, death lost its biting edge, it became old news, hardly worth a second thought. And this led to more and more bad ideas. However, today’s bad decision had taken the cake. Henry had sat down behind the desk just a moment ago, the night barely even started. Only few animatronics were roaming, thus it wasn’t anything to pay too much attention to. Maybe a few interesting conversations would come out of it- but that was it. So, instead he began picking apart the office. It wasn’t the common one, it was made out of steel and darker than the regular one, instead there were blinking lights shining- pizzas made out of plastic and glass, stage lights to the sides, and the eyes of two animatronics that were- probably not capable of coming to life. Probably. A shiny mask of Funtime Freddy’s and- The Puppet. The OTHER Puppet. God, when was it that he had designed and planned out THIS robot? It must have been when- … never mind that. Prying his attention away from the frozen machine, peacefully smiling, with its eyes glowing golden- Prying his attention AWAY, he turned to the table, where the small handpuppet of Bonnie was sitting. The panel to the side, filled with buttons and levers, was also interesting, but he would look at that later. The little machine seemed like a great opportunity to inspect if the animatronics were actually still working as they should have in reality… or if perhaps they were only plastic shells, filled with only the intent of the soul that created this place. He wasn’t sure what it would tell him about the maker… however more information was always useful. It was a light machine, in general. Its weight would still surprise anyone who wasn’t familiar with machines, but all in all? A lightweight, nothing to note. Peering into the opening, the Pink Guy noted that it was unnaturally dark inside of there. Even if he held it directly under a light, there seemed to be a void inside, swallowing all light, making it almost impossible to see any mechanisms that were in place. And that was when the terrible idea hit him. Usually there were a few criteria that thoughts of his had to pass before being translated into an action, like ‘why’ and ‘how’ and ‘what if’- due to his currently freedom of basically anything, it swiftly skipped past these hurdles. Before he knew what he really was doing, he put the little bunny onto his hand- Where it instantly clicked shut, grabbing his arm tightly from the inside. The lights flickered wildly, before the lighting changed to the usual “caught” atmosphere- Quite alarming. Now, there were two options- either a creature has come in from the outside while he was disracted, or BonBon was about to maul him. Seeing as the machine started twitching and booting up, the latter one seemed more likely, so Henry watched the creature with mild interest. What a funny way to kill him. The vengeful soul was rather creative, he had to admit that much. The bunny looked from the left to the right- Then up at Henry, who stared down at him somewhat unimpressed. For a moment both sides stared at each other in silence, then BonBon crossed his arms. “Put me down.” “Oh, I would if I could and in more sense than one. But you seem to be grabbing me.” “Where is Freddy!?” “On the wall, as far as I can see.” Looking at the mask, the bunny frowned for a moment, then swiped its claw over Henry’s eye and cheek, only barely missing the eye itself. Deep red scars were left on the cheek, blood slowly starting to drip down from it, a disgusting feeling in the Pink Guy’s opinion. “NOT FUNNY!” “DO NOT ATTACK ME.” “THEN STOP MESSING WITH ME! JUST BECAUSE I’M SMALL YOU THINK YOU CAN MESS WITH ME, HUH!?” Again he tried to attack, Henry only barely being able to hold him back. “I CAN EAT YOU. I CAN HURT YOU. AND I WILL IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHERE MY FREDDY IS!” “I DO NOT KNOW.” “THEN FIND OUT!” “IF YOU STOP ATTEMPTING TO HARM ME, I MIGHT.” Finally, Henry was able to let go of the bunny, it wasn’t trying to rip him into pieces anymore. God, that little rat was a little stronger than he liked. “Last time I saw Funtime Freddy- or at least a thing somewhat resembling him- he was in the vents. Thus, the choice- do you want to let go of me and inspect them, or do you want to stay here and search the other rooms first?” BonBon- Benjamin, right? He thought he could remember him being called Benjamin before- looked at him angrily again, then his ears dropped. “I- don’t- I can’t! I don’t know how to! I think YOU did something to make me unable to let go, this isn’t my fault!” Finally, the aggression that had started to build up inside of him subsided, as he recognized this behavior easily. Benjamin was still a child, probably has not been very old when taken and not having been dead for more than a year or two. Raising his other hand, he tried to calm the boy down. “Alright, alright… I did not do anything, but if neither of us can separate from the other, we might have to look together. Would that be okay with you, Benjamin?” Wrong thing to say. “Wh-Who told you my name?! You don’t have a RIGHT to use my NAME-“ Something within Henry SNAPPED, the aggression returning, double as strong. “Please, CALM DOWN.” Finally, this seemed to shut him up. Perhaps it was the heightened aggression in his voice that helped- and while Henry didn’t enjoy trying to scare those weaker than him, this time it seemed to be necessary. This seemed to be the damn reason why that bear was borderline mad and always happy to throw this thing around. Looking at the little thing the man slowly shook his head, then took a deep breath. “Are you calm now, Bon? Good. Good. Amazing.” His tone had changed now, much sharper and colder than before. If it worked, it worked. “Let us have a nice walk now. A nice, long walk, you and I, both of us, maybe we will find Freddy, maybe we will not. And you know what, while we have this walk, we could also have a nice long talk about you. What brought you here, specifically.” “I- I don’t want to-“ Abruptly Henry moved his right hand, where Bonbon was located, almost smashing it into the wall. “Oh. I seem to have slipped. How CLUMSY of me. What were you saying?” It was a bluff. Of course it was. He wasn’t so pathetic as to try and harm a kid. But he also felt sick and tired of being in such a ridiculous situation. For a moment Bonbon stared at him nervously, his jaw slightly tremble, as he was caught between wanting to try and live with the situation, in hopes of it not getting worse, or if he should lash out, here and now, trying to kill the human he was attached to. “Only a little walking and a little talking and maybe we will find Freddy too. Do you not want that?” The easy way out. Old habits die hard. Most people preferred the devil that they knew. Including returning to familiar situations again and again, reenacting them, even if it had hurt before. The small machine pressed its ears against its body, clearly distress, but finally he nodded wordlessly, drawing a smile out of Henry, who was now more than willing to pretend he hadn’t very obviously threatened the kid before. “Fantastic! I am sure we will have a lot of fun. First and foremost, I would like to know, what is the last thing you remember from before waking up here…?” Maybe he would be able to make it up to the bunny a little while on the go. He did somewhat feel bad for him. They slipped outside the office. No animatronics in sight. And Henry for once was looking forward to a long night.

#henry miller #Henry in hell #BonBon

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forallyourikemensengokuneeds · 4 years

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Secret santa present

Title: Carving a Tradition

Fandom: IkeSen

Suitor: Masamune

To: @selenecrawford

From: @darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts

A/N: Happy Holidays my dear. I how you have a time as rewarding and joyful as this tale.

The hall was perfect. It had taken a lot of work and the enlistment of almost half of the castle staff to pull it off but the main audience hall of Oshu Castle was finally looking a lot like a modern-day Christmas.

It was hard to locate the items she had in mind but thankfully she was going out with a guy who’s name not only opened doors but the ability to acquire and procure the things she wanted. Small paper lanterns had taken the place of fairy lights. Intricately cut paper became fine decorations attached to folded paper garlands in festive shades and was hung around the room, draped over the original ornamentation of the building.

The Lord of the castle was cloistered away in the kitchens working on variations of the dishes she had described to him as a traditional feast. This was something he had most looked forward too during their discussions on the holiday so it was no surprise when he announced Oshu would have its own winter festival and he was preparing a feast for everyone.

There was one item that she had had her heart set on. The focal point of the celebration as far as she was concerned. A tree. It had been a request that she entrusted to her friend Sasuke. Being from the future as well, she felt if anyone could find a tree closest to the one she desired, it would be him. A 10-foot-high spruce that apparently had a complicated scientific name making it sound like it had more of an education than she did was the result. Swathes of thin fabric clung to the branches along with paper cranes and tiny fans. Yes, today was going to be the day that she could reveal her creation to her boyfriend. Just one last finishing touch…

“Hey Kitten you got a minute I need you to try this dish for me!”

Balanced on a chair attempting to attach a star to the top of the tree the Princess stopped in her actions after hearing Masa drawing closer in the hallway.

“Masa? I told you, you couldn’t come in till I said so!” She called out as she adjusted herself to get down.

“I know that and I’m not coming in I was just going to open the door a little and get you to try this food.” After saying this the large sliding door began to move. She rushed towards them imagining that they would somehow open completely if she didn’t, but before she could take more than a few steps disaster struck. 20 lbs of furry chaos flew past her as it rocketed through the small gap in the doors making its way towards the biggest and most fun looking thing in the room.

“NO!”

A loud creaking announced the inevitable ground-shaking crash as the 10-foot tree was knocked flat to the ground as if it had been hit by a truck. The paper ornaments scattered to the four corners, which only served to entertain the Tiger cub more as he then took it as a fun idea to begin chasing them as if they were falling leaves in the garden.

The Princess’s cry had Masa cursing under his breath as he broke his word and pushed the doors open as wide as he could with one hand the other resting on the hilt of his sword as if he was waiting for an attacker to present themselves. His eye roamed the room not really taking in any of the decorations until it settled on the impudent kit mauling at something that looked very much like the things Mc had been making in her room. Balls of string, paper origami shapes…

“Shogetsu you bad cat get back here now!” He chastised the cub but it was all too late. The branches of the once decorated tree were crushed and broken on one side. The decorations were all in different variations of broken, unravelled and chewed. It was a disaster.

Mc moved in slow motion as she made her way to the fallen symbol. Her hand trembled a little as she picked up one of the fabric ornaments she had made especially. It had two small figures on it and one large cat. The text “Our first Christmas” was embroidered on it. She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, scream or cry.

“Hey… Mc? Mc? I have been calling you for the last few minutes and you haven’t said a thing.” Masa placed his hand on her shoulder attempting to get her to look at him and when she did, he thought his heart was going to stop. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused with unshed tears. The emotions flickering like a candle in the darkness were moving rapidly unable to settle on any one single reaction. “Kitten?”

“I’m sorry Masa. I just wanted to show you what a real Christmas looked like and I failed.” Her voice was small and weak. It hadn’t been her fault and yet she was taking all the blame. It was so like her. Her kind heart was one of the things he loved about her. Loved and hated. She could have stood to be a little more selfish at times. He would have given her everything. He still would give her everything. Wrapping her in his arms he watched as the tiger left the room oblivious to the aftermath of turmoil it had created.

“Come on Mc it’s not the end of the world. We can get another tree.”

“No, we can’t.” Her voice was muffled in his chest but he could still hear the stifled pain in it.

“Why not?” He pulled back a little so he could see her. He didn’t really understand why this was so important but it clearly was otherwise she wouldn’t be so upset. And if it was important to her then it was important to him too.

“Masa it’s Christmas Eve. There is no way we can get a new tree here from the same place we found this one in one night. It’s impossible. I mean it took 3 days to get this one here.” She sounded defeated and not at all like the girl he knew. Her shoulders were rounded as she slumped with her mood.

“Hey now.” He took his hand and tilted her chin to look at him. “Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is? You want a tree I’ll get you a tree. There is no such thing as impossible.”

“But—”

“No but’s. You just wait, Kitten. I’ll fix this.”

It was around noon in the castle by the time the real buzz started to hit a fever pitch. Everyone had been invited by Masa to attend the party and so naturally all members of staff were dressed up in their finery. They still insisted on helping with serving for rest of the guests but there was no doubt that the idea of dressing up had put them all in a festive mood.

The one person who had been the most excited now looked to be the most miserable. Mc had sat in her room attempting to make new decorations for a tree that no longer existed and glancing over at her fabric bauble. The tragic look on her face didn’t change or shift no matter how much time had passed. This was bad. An unhappy Princess meant an unhappy Masa and that was no one’s idea of fun.

It was about the eighth time she had tried to fold some paper when she finally gave up and stopped forcing herself to try to march on. Masa had been kind and sweet as always in his support of her but this was something different and she was not sure how he would manage to keep his word this time.

*Knock, knock*

“Kitten? It’s me.”

“I’m not very good company right now Masa. I have to prepare for the party as well.” She tried to brush off his visit to gain some time to prepare herself. She needed time to correct her mood before she saw anyone.

“Don’t worry bout any of that all you need to do is turn up. But I really need you right now Mc. I have to get you to check things for me so I can tell if I did a good job or not?” He sounded like a pleading child. But he also said he needed her. It was those words that had her moving automatically to greet him. Suppressing a groan, she got up from the floor and tottered to the door. Masa was standing on the other side as lively as ever.

“What am I checking?”

“Come with me I’ll show you.”

They walked in silence to the scene of the crime. Mc’s heart lurched at the memory. She knew it sounded silly to be so emotional over a tree for one day of the year but there was so little here that felt like her modern-day roots that she had become a little emotional.

“Ok now. I don’t really know what it was supposed to look like but I think I did it.” He said as he paused by the doors.

“What did you do?”

“The impossible.” There was a twinkle in his eye that she loved.

“Masa….”

“Hey don’t look at me like Yoshi does I didn’t do anything bad. Just open the door if you don’t believe me.” Masa grumbled whilst encouraging her to slide the door.

Inside was the same room now tidy and free from tiger attack signs. The decorations that hadn’t been broken were all being used to decorate the tables and raised seating. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. In the centre of the room where there had once been a majestic spruce there now stood a tree carved into shape made out of ice.

Her eyes followed the surface of it the limbs were all separate levels but also had incredible looking carved decorations on its surface. It sparkled in the lamp lights making it look as though it was covered in glittering stars.

“Masa… y-you did this?”

“Of course.” He said proudly puffing out his chest a little whilst still nervously checking her reactions. “Do you like it, Kitten?”

She turned to him and immediately dragged him into a tight embrace.

“Like it? Masa I love it! I had no idea you could carve like that.” Mc pointed at the ice sculpture. Her face was beaming a pure and natural smile. He felt like he could breathe again for the first time.

“Sure, it was just like carving that root vegetable for Halloween.” He shrugged trying to play it cool and hoping she would ignore the heat growing on his cheeks as he had a sudden thought about just how adorable she was.

“Why did you?”

“For you Kitten. I know you wanted to make this the best Christmas ever for me but I also wanted to be able to do something for you too. I realise Shogetsu playing with the tree was unplanned but I’m still a little happy he did that because now I can say I helped too.” He admitted his own small shameful truth a little happy to have it off his chest.

“Masa… you always help me. I was just trying to do the bits I could do because you were doing so much in the kitchen.”

“Well now, aren’t we a pair?”

“Sure are.”

“Do you like the tree Kitten?”

“Yes. I think everyone should have one.”

“Ha-ha that’s great but I don’t think I have enough ice to make that dream come true for you this year.” His laughter reverberated in the room, filling it with the first round of joy it would see for the night.

“It is missing something though.” Taking the ornament from her sleeve she placed it next to the ice tree. “There. Now it’s perfect.”

“Agreed.” Masa kissed her brow looking at the fabric ornament feeling his chest grow a little warmer. She was always cute but there were times she was so cute he genuinely thought he was going to overdose on her sweetness. “Merry Christmas Mc.”

“Merry Christmas Masa.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikémen sengoku #ikésen #secret santa #2019

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edorazzi · 5 years

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Well, here we are again! Twitter said yes to a review post for a Miraculous magazine that suddenly showed up in my local area. ‘Tis the season after all, and by that I mean someone bought it for me as a joke birthday gift and I was way too happy about that.

I’ve done previous reviews of the Miraculous Christmas calendar, Easter egg set, superhero fashion dolls and action figures, so let’s dive into the unknown world of merchandising yet again!

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4 FREE GIFTS! PACKED WITH ACTIVITIES! MEET THE KWAMIS! PRANKS & LOLS! CUT-OUT MEMES! FANGIRL ALERT! NAIL ART! 100% OFFICIAL! I’m overwhelmed! It feels like I’m having a seizure just from the packaging!!!

I should preface this by saying I haven’t bought a magazine like this in years. Possibly ever. I read things like the Beano, Animals & You and the odd Disney Princess zine when I was a kid but I have no idea what to expect from a free-gift-packed kiddie magazine in 2019. If the outside is anything to go by we’re in for a wild ride.

I’m noticing that it says “Miraculous #20″ on the back. Does this mean I’ve missed 19 previous issues? I’m genuinely a little upset by that. My local area is a complete dry zone for Miraculous so I haven’t had the chance to pick these up.

First step: let’s separate everything out and get a look at these freeeee giftssss. Except they aren’t free, because this magazine was like £3.99. This does seem to be the current trend - it’s kinda rare to see any kids’ zines without the excess packaging crammed with ‘free’ stuff. Is it really too expensive to just produce the magazine? Probably, in this economy.

Chat Noir is revealed on the cover! He was on the back of the plastic jacket, but it’s still nice to see the kids as a front-cover duo. Apparently we’re going to learn to draw Pollen, too, which sounds fun. I’m actually liking the look of the gifts as well, but we’ll get into those in a minute.

This hairbrush............. is adorable. Oh my god. It’s pretty cheap and flimsy but it functions the way it’s supposed to, and the Ladybug design has been taken into account in a better way than “it’s red/black, that counts” (lest we forget the UTTER BULLSHIT of the Christmas calendar, and YES I’m still mad about that). I don’t know how well I expect the outer sticker to last, but if it can take a bit of wear and tear this would be an adorable little travel brush. Nicely done, lads!

These nail stickers? Also adorable. They remind me of the kiddie makeup sets I had when I was little, back in the early 00s when plastic stick-on nails and decals were all the rage. Are they still a thing? That’s nice to know.

There are 13 designs (that I can count) - a Queen Bee mask, Chat Noir pawprint cake, macaron, cupcake, heart-print cookie, Ladybug stud, flower, lightning bolt, love heart, Marinette heart, bee, fox tail and star. The majority are directly related to the show and that makes them feel special. No Carapace though? :(

I’ve put a little Marinette heart on my furthest finger. At the time of typing this up (about a day later) it’s still firmly in place. I haven’t really knocked it around, granted, but it’s not flimsy enough to fall off after five minutes either. It’s also really cute to look at. Guess I’m still a decal-loving 2004 girl at heart......

These stickers though!!! Wow! They’re those holographic and slightly-puffy kind and they feel like pretty good quality, and the designs are so cute! I can’t fault these, they’re absolutely adorable. I immediately want to stick them everywhere.

So I’ve stuck them everywhere. I’m especially proud of the light switch pun. My room looks GREAT.

I saved these “mystery stickers” for last because I’m weak for the thrill of mystery bags, and there wasn’t anything on the packaging to indicate what kind of designs to expect. And OH!!!! OH, IT’S MY BOY!!!! Look at him!!!!

I made jokes with the Christmas calendar about all the Chat Noir items being stolen ahead of time, but that’s definitely NOT the case with this magazine. I have been SPOILED with the presence of my cat son.

These stickers are similar to the sticker sheet (and the Chillin’ Out design is reprinted), but they’re puffier and non-holographic. I’m deeply allured by the “decorate your phone or tablet” suggestion on the packet, but I’m going to see how the previous stickers withstand the wear-and-tear of my laptop lid before adding any more. If I damage these beautiful Adrien stickers I’ll be devastated.

Those are our free gifts! They’re actually very fun and cute, I’m really happy with them! I guess now it’s time to get into the magazine itself...........

I genuinely almost forgot the magazine was the main part of this package. I figured I was done, but we’ve barely even started! Here’s a splash page of the kwami. Kwami with a capital K? Kwamis? I still feel like it should be singular-lower-case-k-kwami. I’ve never been happy about this “miraculouses” business either.

But is that--

It IS!!!! It’s Nino!!!

I guess this is the new flavour of Miraculous tie-ins. Now they’ve broadened out to a full team we’re seeing a lot more of Adrien alongside the girls, and Nino is the elusive hero who shows up once in a blue moon. At least this time his name isn’t in the title of the gotdam show.......

Anyway, I can see I’m supposed to draw my “fave Kwami”. Better get to it.

Felix just wants a break. Just one break. But not in this magazine.

Speaking of seeing more of Adrien (and, tragically, less of Nino), this is the kind of splash page I want to see! Both kids are here! The banner themed with Marinette’s signature flowers is a nice touch too; that’s associated with her arts ‘n’ crafts in the show already and it makes sense to apply it to the creative portion of this magazine too.

I LOVE the promotion of Chat Noir nails as something the little girls buying this magazine will definitely want to try. I’d expect them to do Marinette vs Ladybug nails, but instead we get a boyish option! Hell yeah!

I’m a little confused by the Queen Bee masks apparently going on the Chat Noir nails though. I guess they’re friends? Is this secret AdriChlo confirmation? Watch out, Marinette, Kagami’s not the one to be worried about.

SURE WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE SOME TURTLE STICKERS FOR AN ALL-BOYS THEME BUT I GUESS NOT HUH

Next up is a short merch catalogue (why would you put the big bold arrow pointing right to the underoos.....). Would those Chat Noir socks come in my size? Asking for me.

Then there’s......... this page. FANGIRL ALERT. God. It’s like the Ladyblog, if only the Ladyblog ever gave a heck about reporting what Chat Noir’s up to.

THE SPELL WAS BROKEN AND THE FANDOM IMPLODED WITH JOY.

I really have to wonder what age range this is meant for. Do kids know what a “fandom” is? Do little girls consider themselves “fangirls”? I guess most kids have enough internet access to figure it out these days (all the hashtags and LOLs and memes speak volumes), but I can’t imagine being young enough to fit the target range of this magazine while also knowing these terms. I dunno.

(Also, the definition of ‘implosion’ is ‘an instance of something collapsing violently inwards’, so I’m not sure that’s the word they’re looking for. Unless the return to the status quo in Dark Cupid and the continuing stagnation of the love square was enough to make people quit in frustration? Probably.)

I’m filling it in, of course. Because I must.

I gave up on the pre-approved ratings system pretty much right away, but I think this is an accurate rating of my LadyNoir opinions.

I might be kinda cynical about it here, but I am actually pretty fond of how this magazine sells Ladybug and Chat Noir as a couple. The show’s portraying it as very onesided lately, with Chat pining over Ladybug who has absolutely no interest in him (Glaciator was a TERRIBLE episode and I’m still hurting from it), but reading this zine I’d guess they were already dating. It’s cheesy, but in a nice way.

I have to laugh at “the most amazing thing about this super duo is that they always look out for and protect each other” though. Chat’s usually pretty focused on LB, sure, but there are endless instances of LB using Chat as cannon fodder and just generally abandoning him to get mauled by akuma while she carries out her personal private plan to save the day. Maybe we’re just focusing on the better-written episodes, huh?

Moving ahead. I’ve been dreading this page since reading “Plaggs Pranks & LOLs” on the back of the packaging. I feel hatred in my very bones just looking at it.

I like that there’s ONE instance of the term “ladybird” in the joke column. This is a UK-based magazine and that IS the word we tend to use over here - “ladybug” is an Americanism - but it’s like they’re worried kids could have got to the middle of this magazine about a superhero named Ladybug and then not understand the bug jokes. Maybe whoever was writing this page slipped up?

OH NOOOOO. MARINETTE, NOOOOOOOOOO.

THIS IS WHY FELIX GOT RID OF YOU, PLAGG. THESE ARE ADRIEN’S PROBLEMS NOW.

(mmm whatcha saaaaay)

I mean........... YEAH, I guess, but we absolutely did see Plagg destroy Felix with an entire shelf of heavy books. I guess he’s nicer with Adrien. It’s all fun and games until someone has a nervous breakdown in the library.

I do love the concept of Tikki getting glitter-bombed by Plagg through the mail. She just curiously opens up the little letter which got slipped into Marinette’s purse, and-- WOOSH. One entire wall of Mari’s room is glittery except for a little Tikki-shaped silhouette.

Next up is a two-page comic which is absolutely adorable! Look at those little chibis! The warm and soft colour palette! This is nicer than most of the official Miraculous comic book art I’ve seen, I hope they keep giving this artist work.

Nino’s here too (and he looks great!), and I like the touch of Marinette and Adrien playing as each other’s superhero characters. Adrien even wins the match, though I guess there’s something to be said about Ladybug beating Chat Noir (again)......

It does raise the question yet again of where this tie-in merchandise is coming from! They’ve had action figures, a movie, music video features, now an arcade game... Who’s getting the royalties here? Who’s profiting? Is this how Fu can afford to buy all those rare ingredients for the magic potions?

Over the page we have an activity to Design your Secret Lair! Right away I love the Marinette theme of the page, the soft pink and flowers, and the drawing space looking like a page in a binder with marker tabs and everything.

I have to design my secret lair, of course:

What do you think? I’m very creative. I’ll need an adult to send in the drawing of my hideout but I think I’ve really got a shot at those unicorn headphones.

Now we’re on to puzzles and character pages. I don’t know what ol’ Gabe is doing trying to meet a 13 year old girl in the dead of night without telling anyone, you’d think if he’s got that much free time on his hands he could be spending it with his son.

I don’t know how those points in Ladybug’s power profile are awarded or what they mean, but you can tell this is a fan magazine. Official sources would have put her at a 10.

Standard House of Villains page! Most of these were good episodes but I’m deeply offended Riposte isn’t on here. Maybe her motives weren’t dramatic and cartoonish enough to be up in the ranks with Glaciator and Gorizilla?

“Cat Noir’s dad is also the evil Hawk Moth”, huh? I mean that’s not WRONG, but is it really something to put in his power profile when Adrien doesn’t even know yet??? Feels like we’re kinda jumping the gun on the poor boy. What if he picks up this magazine?

Apparently he’s one point weaker than Ladybug (seriously???), two points faster, equally as agile, one point less skilled and two points less cool. Despite all those lesses he still comes out at an equal 9, which is a relief! These kids are a team, putting either of them below the other would have been a big no.

I did the colouring page too, naturally. Je suis un artiste.

Now we’ve got a page fresh from the Ladyblog, a Miraculous quiz! Not a lot of excitement, but it’s nice to see Alya getting her own section.

I like that the qualifications of “you could be Ladybug herself!” are knowing what city Marinette lives in and what school she goes to. Well done, Mari! You’re doing your best!!!

TEACHER I AM SO HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I gotta say, I’m not so sure about decorating donuts with fondant. I’ve never tried it so I could be wrong, but it feels like rolled icing instead of frosting(?) would be too heavy for an entire donut. The texture is totally different.

I mean I guess if you’re going to load your kids up on sugar you might as well go all the way. They’re going to look like they’ve eaten something horrible with all that black fondant, but they’ll have fun. Adrien would love these.

WHERE’S NINO. THIS IS JUST UNFAIR. You’ll have four out of five heroes, then a double of Marinette and Tikki? Maybe this just goes to show how little memorable dialogue Carapace has.

Though if “Spots On!” is Marinette’s dialogue and not Ladybug’s, why are the other transformation phrases attributed to Rena Rouge and Queen Bee instead of Alya and Chloé? Surely they could have picked something better for Marinette to justify having her on this list twice instead of Nino.

The next page brings us one of those flowchart quizzes! And ouch, yet again the absence of the other heroes is obvious. I can understand not including Chloé here since she’s technically not a “friendly” character yet, but no Nino? Alya and Marinette are close friends, but Adrien doesn’t really hang out with them without Nino around. Having the three of them together just seems strange.

I do like the little fashion page! They’re all cute and affordable and easy to find on the high street here. I’d love to see how other issues of this magazine are structured; is there a different fashion spot every time? Styles to channel each individual hero would be adorable.

Moving on to a tutorial for a Ladybug notebook! I would have made this, but I didn’t have the time nor a notebook to stick it to.

Between this and the donuts, it seems weird that these designs are based on, like... an actual beetle, eyes and antennae and all. Shouldn’t it be Ladybug’s symbol? These come across more like “fun animals” arts ‘n’ crafts instead of themed after Miraculous specifically. I think if I made this (or decorated the donuts) I’d miss out the head and match the spot pattern to Ladybug’s symbol.

The hidden message design is adorable though. I can see this being a craft kids are super proud of.

Another activity page! I didn’t have a go at these but they’re pretty standard. It’s cute that the coded message designs are the same as the stickers and nail decals!

Also, apparently Ladybug’s ‘secret’ is “LB mask + heart + CN mask”, which was (somehow) stolen by Volpina. Is that the secret Hawk Moth was talking about earlier in the magazine? Is he blackmailing Ladybug with revealing she has a crush on Chat Noir? How did Volpina ‘steal’ this secret? Is LadyNoir finally reciprocated???? THIS IS A WHOLE EPISODE IN ITSELF, I NEED ANSWERS--

Next page we have an ad for another girly magazine (Quizzes! LOLs! Celebs! Cringes! Puzzles!). I think I’ll pass, no matter how appealing that giant microphone pen is.

And a “Miraculous Identity” quiz! Tikki’s apparently super fickle with her wielders, three seasons of relentlessly praising Marinette and now she’s telling us we’re the Chosen Ones. You can’t fool me with those big ol’ eyes.

My inner superhero is Marvellous Fox, by the way. Though yet again I’m noticing we don’t have turtle options...................

And on the back cover... the memes. Oh, sweet lord, the memes. They’re hashtag-SoRelatable! And I can cut them out to keep! Oh boy!!!

Is this what kids do when they have limited internet access? Cut fresh memes out of magazines and carry them around? I need to know.

That’s a very sinister Ladybug at the bottom of the page though. What’s-- What’s she going to do to me if I don’t cut out and keep these memes. Ladybug what are you going to do if I d--

Well that brings us to the end of the magazine! And yet again I’m surprised by how much time it takes to just put a bunch of photos together and write about them.

This is a neat little magazine all in all! The ‘free gifts’ are pretty nice, there’s a fair amount of content and the whole thing is pretty cute for young fans of the show. I could see myself buying this again - if it ever shows up on shelves, Miraculous is so scarce around here that I fully expect it to disappear again after this one issue - just for the free junk, but it would be interesting to see how they’d structure different issues too!

I notice we never did get that promised tutorial on how to draw Pollen; the one advertised on the cover. Was the “draw your favourite Kwami” activity supposed to cover that? I’m not sure that really counts.

If you got this far, thanks for joining me on this Miraculous journey! We’ll meet again whenever I get another piece of weird ML merch to cover. Bien joué!

#miraculous ladybug #josie talks about things #josie's art #i really should get a review tag #ANYWAY there's a bit more art in this which isn't just the header image so give it a look!#and felix features a couple of times because WHY would he not on edorazzi dot com

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writtingsofspn · 5 years

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A Bit protective

Request: The 14ish reader who is Sams daughter is hurt so Dean and Sam take care of her

Warnings: As the cap would say “language” and a hurt reader,

A/N: So I wrote this then realized it may not have completely been what the requester wanted so if this is the case please feel free to tell me and I’ll write something new for you. Hope you like it tho!!

“How about a nine-letter word for symbolize?”

You took some time to count out the letters on your fingers before answering “represent” in between bites of cereal.

Your dad just nodded, the same small proud smile on his face that he always got whenever you did the crossword puzzle together.

“A high-pitched cry that starts with s?”

“Scream?” You asked

Your dad just shook his head “seven letters, ends with an H”

“Oh, screech”

He scribbled the word down in ink, the only man you knew who could and would do a crossword puzzle in pen. You know he knew the answers to all of these, they weren’t exactly hard clues, but as your uncle Dean explained he liked to think of it as something the two of you did together. Something that wasn’t supernatural related that is. So you did the crossword puzzle with him nearly every morning, something you didn’t necessarily dislike.

Speak of the devil your uncle walked into the kitchen just as your dad was about to ask you another question, ignoring the situation at hand as he set the laptop he was carrying down on the table in front of the two of you. “I think I found us a case”

Your dad eyed you nervously but didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to read the article. Hunting when it came to you was a very conditional thing, there was a list of rules that probably spanned six feet in length had they been written down about when you could and couldn’t hunt. Not on a school night, not if grades aren’t where they needed to be, not if you’re sick, not if you were in the demographic of people being killed, etc.

You understood why your dad was being protective, you’d been on enough hunts to know they’re a serious thing that can go wrong very easily and very quickly, but you still couldn’t help but feel frustrated by the amount of persuasion it took to get you on a case.

“group of middle-aged men and women found all mauled to death by what look like animal marks. All of them teachers at a local high school. All of them found within a three day time period within their own homes, their hearts all missing” Uncle Dean explained, looking mostly at Sam as it had yet to be decided weather or not you were tagging along on this one.

“Werewolves?” You asked, leaning forward to look at the article as well

“Bingo” Your uncle nodded “if I had to guess angry parents or even kids”

“Sweet, let’s go” You tried to rush, hoping to skip over the trial and just be able to push yourself into the car with no conversation.

“The deaths are surrounding a high school you’re not going” Your dad grunted as he stood up, sending your uncle a glare that screamed ‘back me up’.

“nothings happened in a high school” You tried to reason “the only victims are middle-aged people who happened to work there”

“Which means the kids at this high school could be the werewolves. The answer is no.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in frustration. You were on a three-day weekend from school there is no way you were just going to sit around the bunker that entire time. With a deep breath you pulled out your biggest puppy dog eyes and pouted slightly “uncle Dean”

Your uncle sighed, running a hand through his hair before glaring at your dad “you really expect me to say no to that”

“I do”

“but…she could be of some help” You could see the hesitation on your uncles face as he admitted it. Fighting off a grin from your own face as you turned your gaze to your father who stayed silent. “she’s a high schooler, she could get information more easily than we could posing as FBI agents”

“You want to send my daughter into a high school attended by werewolves?” Your father asked in disbelief. The conversation evolving before your eyes as if the two had forgotten you were in the room.

“they’re not going to attack her during a school day in front of all the other students. And as long as she stays by our side outside of school” At these words he looked in your direction, making sure you knew what was coming before continuing “she’ll be safe.”

You could have squealed at the sight of your dads face. He was actually considering it, this would be the first time you were allowed to do something on your own on a hunt.

“Not to mention” Your uncle continued “it may just be a parent of a kid”

Your dad let out an exasperated sigh, finally looking in your direction giving you a chance to use your puppy dog eyes on him. “fine”

Without any hesitation you jumped into the air and wrapped your arms around your dad, him chuckling before doing the same. “you’re way too excited about this”

“nonsense” You laughed before letting go of him and giving your uncle a hug in thanks before heading out of the room, you had some packing to do.

You’ve never been so excited to go to school before.

You’d practiced your story with your dad all morning in lieu of a crossword puzzle. He recently received a job offer at a law firm nearby so you moved from Idaho in the middle of the semester. It wasn’t a hard story to remember by any means but you could tell he was nervous and you were walking on thin ice so you humored him, even changing your outfit three times after he vetoed it.

He drove you to school in your uncles car, dressed for his meeting with the principle, going over even more rules as he drove. If you find one of them don’t engage, flee any dangerous situations, blah blah blah, you’d honestly stopped listening ten minutes ago, simply giving him a head nod every once in a while.

The building he pulled up to was small, significantly smaller than your current school, one story, looked as though it housed a max of eight classrooms.

“I signed you up for all of the advanced courses they offered” Your dad explained, looking through the paperwork he had to fill out to get you in “but it’s a small school, hopefully that means you can get information easily and get out”

You nodded, reaching for the door handle, eager to get started when you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N I’m serious” Your dad was all but pleading at this point, forcing you to turn around and actually pay attention, looking him in the eye as he spoke “be careful and trust your instincts. If its too much there’s no shame in telling me that”

“I know dad” You assured him with a small, sincere smile “I’ve got this”

He forced a smile back at you before getting out of the car and walking you into the building.

You were placed into advanced English and math, those being the only advanced courses they offered, and remedial science and history with an art extracurricular. Not too bad a schedule.

The classes roughly aligned with what you were learning at your usual school but given that you weren’t staying you didn’t put too much effort into paying attention, focusing more on talking to as many people as you could. This you were remarkably good at, it paid to be the new girl in this situation, everyone was curious about you and eager to talk, you were fresh meat.

So even though schools was by no means bad you were still eager to leave, practically running out of school up to your dad and uncle who parked out front. Your dad eagerly engulfing you into a hug, relieved to see you were, well, still alive.

“Did you find anything out?” Your uncle asked cutting right to business.

“Not yet” You shook your head, running a frustrated hand through your hair “the teachers who were killed weren’t liked by the students but none of them seemed necessarily happy that they were dead.”

“but it went ok?” Your dad asked “you can not go tomorrow if you want”

“No it went fine” You assured him with a small laugh “it was kind of fun I met a lot of people”

“Alright just try not to draw unnecessary attention to yourself” He warned as you and your uncle shared an eyeroll that was not missed by him.

“I think its too late for that Sammy” Your uncle said with a smile. The two of you followed his gaze to a kid you recognized from your math class, looking in your direction with a smirk on his face completely ignoring the conversation his friends were having around him.

“He’s probably just looking at the car” You brushed it off, hesitating as you saw your dad cross his arms and clench his jaw, maybe he was looking at you.

“just go talk to him” Your uncle pushed, enjoying the look on your dad face as he ushered you back across the street.

“I can’t believe your pimping out my daughter for information” Sam growled, watching as you walked up to the kid with a huge ass grin on his face, immediately bringing you in for a hug, a girl he knew for less than a day.

“’Pimping out’…really Sammy”

Sam looked over at Dean, hating the smirk on his face before heading back into the car mumbling that he couldn’t watch you interact with that kid anymore. Dean laughed, taking one last glance at you before following his brother into the impala.

“You know she gets that from my side” Dean smirked, pointing over at you as you laughed at whatever the kid said, placing your arm sweetly on his. He had to admit you were good at flirting.

“We are the same side” Sam shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and doing anything to avoid watching you.

“You know you’re too protective of her” Dean couldn’t help but laugh “don’t pimp out my daughter, don’t use my daughter to pick up chicks”

Sam just glared at his brother, relieved to see you on your way back to the car, practically skipping.

“So how’d it go” Your uncle practically sang as you got into the backseat, urging the heat not to rush to cheeks.

“Good I think.” You said as you shut the door behind you “he said a group of them meet up every night at this place in the woods to smoke”

“So no useful information” Your father jumped in making your eyes roll.

“Well he said he must have some good stuff cause they always black out and wake up covered in random bruises”

“Sounds like they’re it” Your uncle agreed, starting the car.

“Do you know where and when”

“Of course” You winked making your uncle laugh.

“Anything else?” Your dad mumbled, not sharing in the same mood as your uncle and you.

“Yeah actually” You said as you pulled a piece of paper out of your pocket “reason number 432 I should get my own cell phone”

Your dad took the paper from you, unfolding it to see a phone number written in blue pen “reason number 432 you should not get your own cell phone”

Your dad held your gun out inches from your fingers “when was the last time you practiced”

“Literally yesterday” You sighed “Uncle Dean took me”

Your dad looked to his brother for confirmation, only giving you the gun after he nodded in response. You checked the clip, making sure it was packed with silver bullets.

“When were you supposed to meet them?” Your uncle asked you.

“Around ten” You answered, checking your phone “its elven now so things should be underway”

“Alright I’ll go in first” Your dad started to devise a plan before you cut him off.

“Shouldn’t I go in first?” The two men stared at you in silence, waiting for you to explain further “in case they are just getting high”

“Absolutely not” Your father brushed you aside without any thought, immediately jumping back into his original plan “Y/N follows me in and Dean you bring up the rear”

“Dad I’ll be careful, I’ll stay hidden we just don’t want to spook them if they are just kids”

“Y/N it is too dangerous you are not experienced enough to go in first end of story”

“Fuck this” You mumbled under your breath before marching up to the house without them, opening the door and walking in before either of them could stop you.

You immediately crouched behind a corner and ducked your head in, careful not to let anyone know you were inside. After clearing the area in front of you you got ready to move, grabbing the corner to steady yourself when you heard a growling from down the hallway. You turned your head, seeing nothing but a large figure and glowing eyes. Without any hesitation you fired at it, relieved to see it drop to the ground.

The door to the house immediately busted open to reveal your father looking very pissed behind it. You started to stand up straight, bracing yourself for an on slot of “Who do you think you are” and “what do you think you were doing” when out of nowhere you were hit in the side and tossed to the ground. You yelled loudly in surprise, you could hear growling and the tearing of clothing but didn’t register any feeling immediate, screaming in fear until you heard a gunshot and a large mass slump on top of you.

You looked down at your torso and could see nothing but blood, you were absolutely drenched in it and your first reaction was to freak out. Your eyes went wide, and your arms started to claw at the ground to pull you away from it.

“Y/N, Y/N!” You could hear your fathers voice, trying to catch your attention. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes as wide as yours just making you panic further. “Y/N are you ok?”

For the first time you stopped to think, staring down at the thing on top of you, you honestly weren’t sure you were ok. You knew you were struggling to breathe but you attributed it to panic. But the more you thought about it the more a pain in your torso began to register.

“my-my my stomach” You stuttered out, your hands reaching towards the area. Your hands were shaking, that had never happened before.

Your dad leaned down towards the area, carefully picking the werewolf off of you as he tried to distinguish between your blood and its.

He immediately swore under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, as he picked the thing off of you.

“Dad?”

He ignored you completely, yelling out Dean’s name before leaning down and putting his arms underneath you. “Y/N this is going to hurt”

You fought all inclinations to scream as he picked you up, tears prickling your eyes as you clenched your hands.

“I know sweetie I’m sorry” Your dad started apologizing, his voice shaking heavily as he did so.

“Dad am I going to die?” You asked him as you leaned your head against his chest, the cold air biting as you were carried outside.

“Not on my watch” You could feel that even he didn’t believe his own words, undercutting them by immediately yelling “Dean hurry the fuck up” back at the house.

Dean came running out of the house, freezing at the sight of you with wide eyes.

“Dean!” Your dad yelled again, snapping your uncle out of his trance as he unlocked the doors.

Your dad laid you carefully into the backseat and got in behind you, laying your head on his lap and taking off his shirt and pressing it onto your wound making you groan loudly.

You watched your dads expression as the impala pulled away from the house, you could see him silently will your uncle to drive faster.

“Daddy” You called out to him, using a name you hadn’t called him since you were a kid. Sam took notice of this, staring down at you with drawn brows. “Daddy I’m scared”

You could see his lip quiver at your words, he was trying to stay strong for you but the façade was quickly fading. “I know sweetheart” He silently tapped Dean’s shoulder, begging him to go faster. “I know”

You could feel your eyes getting heavier as you struggled to stay awake.

Sam watched as your eyes started to close, keeping a hand on your wrist to monitor your pulse just in case as he slowly started to break down. He fought to keep his breath steady but every time he looked at you he was sent spiraling again.

“Dean what if Cas doesn’t come?”

“Cas will come” Dean grunted as he weaved in and out of cars, ignoring the angry honks he got in response.

“But what if he doesn’t”

“We both know Cas is very protective of Y/N” Dean sighed “he’ll drop anything to come”

Sam only nodded and tried to tell himself that Dean was right, tried to tell himself that you were going to be ok, but every minute it got significantly harder. He could feel the lump in his throat threaten to burst as tears welled in his eyes. He blinked to try and get rid of them but that only caused them to spill over and run down his cheeks. “Dean I can’t lose her”

The pain in his brother’s voice killed Dean as he pushed the petal down even further. “You’re not going to Sammy”

Dean was right, Cas showed up immediate, not asking any questions before he pressed two fingers to your forehead and doing all that he could do. Sam just feared that it wasn’t enough.

It had taken too long to get to the bunker, your pulse was slow and weak by the time they had pulled up, you had lost way too much blood as well and Sam was covered in it. They immediately laid you in your own bed, figuring it would be the most comfortable place for you until you woke up.

For the longest time Sam had refused to change, refused to shower, refused to leave your side at any time. Only doing so when Dean promised to sit there and yell if anything changed.

Dean made him a sandwich everyday, knocking on your door before walking in to replace the plate that had food from the meal before, always practically untouched. “Sam you need to eat”

“No I need my daughter to be ok” Sam growled in response.

“How are you supposed to protect her if you’re starving” Dean tried to persuade him.

“I couldn’t protect her in the first place” Sam all but whispered “doesn’t change anything”

Dean furrowed his brow and set the plate down, sitting down beside his brother with his back resting on the wall. “Sam you know this isn’t your fault right”

Sam just grunted and stared at you, begging you to wake up.

“Sam you couldn’t have known-“

“My gut told me not to let her come on the hunt” Sam interrupted him, putting his face in his hands “I knew it was a bad idea, but I let her come anyway it’s my fault”

“But you didn’t know” His brother objected “it was a feeling, the same feeling you get every time she comes on a hunt”

Sam paused, his lip trembling “I distracted her…She was fine until I started to yell at her…She-she could have seen it coming if I hadn’t”

“Don’t do this to yourself Sammy” His brother all but begged “it’s not anyone’s fault, what happened happened and no amount of self-pity is going to change that”

Sam sniffed and wiped at his eyes, doing his best to swallow the lump in his throat “really? You’re giving me a lesson on self loathing?”

Dean chuckled softly in response. “If I get you a drink will you eat that sandwich now”

Sam paused for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Thanks Dean”

Dean just smiled in response and pushed himself off of the ground, pausing as Sam spoke again. “Dean…Do you think she’s going to be ok?” He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Dean looked back at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath “She’s a fighter that kid of yours” He said with a chuckle “I really think she will”

Sam nodded and looked at you as well “god I hope so”

#Sam Winchester #sam imagine #sam one shot #Sam Oneshot #sam x reader #SPN #spn fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn oneshot #spn imagine #supernatural #supernatural oneshot #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine

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leotheloafus · 5 years

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About the Muse

Y’all

I spent an hour writing a post for this and Tumblr had the audacity to tell me there was an error and deleted it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways :) The lovely @fluttyseed tagged me and this looked like some good ol’ fun. Haven’t posted much about my rowdy OC’s, so here ya go: Deputy Delia Flint! Also want to make one about Sedona, her sister/reluctant cult babe, and some of Sedona’s kiddos who take the main role’s in ND storyline.

Name: Delia Flint

Favorite faceclaim or Picture: of all my FC characters, Delia’s visage has alluded my drawing skills the most. I can see her perfectly in my mind, but can’t for the life of me find a good faceclaim. Am relatively happy with this sketch, tho:

Two Head-Canons:

1) On her wicked scars - Delia’s first trial with Jacob strays from the canon. She hadn’t run into the Whitetails yet, so the plan for her to kill Eli wasn’t one Jacob had in mind. Instead, he threw her to the literal wolves and she had to fend off a pack of judges by herself. She did her best, but one mauled the right side of her face, leaving her partially blind and scarred.

2) Later in life, Delia comfortably floats between using she/her, they/them, and he/him pronouns. Sedona, fresh from living in California and expanding her own education on sexuality/gender, introduced her to the idea of non-binary folks existing pre-Reaping. Something about it resonated with Del at the time, but she felt like she was too old to make that change publicly. Oddly enough, Joseph is the first to strictly refer to Del as they/them once she takes the role of the Judge and others in New Eden follow suit.

Three Things your muse loves doing in their spare time:

1) smoochin’ gorgeous gals

2) gardening; v fond of her plant babies, particularly the herb garden she cultivates outside of New Eden @ her private abode

3) brewing and/or finding the perfect cup of coffee: Delia spent her early 20′s as a barista at a short-lived coffee house in Fall’s End. Learned how to make any and every drink you can possibly think of (frappes were surprisingly popular among the mountain folk of Montana), but she prefers to take her cup mostly black with just a dash of cream

Seven People your muse loves:

1) Sedona (baby sister, best friend, partner in crime)

2) Faith (eventual partner, few years after leaving the Bunker. Yes, Faith lives, I’m a sucker for my flower wife :’)) )

3) Sedona’s kids: Ace, Uri, Junia, and Areli (doesn’t meet them until the events of New Dawn, but family is everything to Del and she’d die for these kiddos)

4) Companions in 5 that she switches between: Sharky, Hurk, Grace, and Jess

5) Wheaty (Sedona's bff, surrogate lil’ brother)

6) Her Dad (he died when Del was a teen, but they were very close)

7) Ethan Seed (He’s an absolute little shit who never realizes how much Del cares for him, but she’s tried to provide a gentle, guiding, parental role where Joseph so blatantly failed)

(is this more than 7? Yes. Do I care? Naaahh not really)

Muse’s Greatest Fear:

Delia is terrified of heights. Once an avid mountain climber (Dad owned a rock climbing business), after her Dad died in a horrendous fall, she couldn’t bear climbing, hiking, even driving up some mountain pathways. She does her best to combat this fear once the Reaping rolls around and she’s forced to venture to all corners of the county, but hell if she didn’t almost fall off a radio tower or two when she accidentally glanced down

#FC5 #fc 5 oc

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hillnerd · 5 years

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Why I’m not cool with Drarry, Dramione, Drinny, or Dron: a rant

They are big NOtps for me. [if you are pro any of those ships, this post is not for you and you won’t like it.]

Ok- this is not me trying to shame anyone on what they like- this is just me going off on why I don’t personally like it, and how I see it approached often in the fandom. Started thinking about it when I saw the Pro-Dramione post on HP confessions, but didn’t want to post this there, as I knew it’s turn into a ‘thing.’ :P I’m definitely overly sensitized from my own stuff and taking shipping of abusers/victims way too personally today, so I’m going off in a post I probably shouldn’t- but I just can’t help myself.

I don’t hate Draco, actually. I know it sounds like it (and just wait til I really go off!)- but I find him interesting and like reading stories where he grows and changes and take responsibility for his terrible actions. I like drawing him every once in a while (have some Drastoria.) I’ve even had him show up in some fics from a long time ago- because I find him interesting.

Now in fics/art/comics people tend to skip the hard part of Draco’s redemption and just get straight to the ‘juicy/fun part’ of Draco getting with whomever. I get it. That’s the fun part of shipping.

But for me, personally, I just get grossed out having the happy!shippy things going on, when there is so much history there and I didn’t get to see it addressed. It’s literally a weird trigger for me that makes me physically shudder.

The talk about it as a ‘beautiful story of forgiveness’ makes me get sick to my stomach. I’m not exagerating. It really makes me have a physical reaction. I’m a mess though (As so many of you on here know, as I am a book that is way too open). So I tend to physically react to things that relate to abuse type stuff. :P

Now I really do believe that people can change for the better- and think Draco ended up doing this- but I really reaaaally don’t like people becoming romantically entangled with their abusers (or someone who abused their loved ones.) That is a dynamic that I find appalling. He wasn’t just a bully or doing harmless schoolyard teasing. He was a straight up abuser.

Mostly approaching this from the Anti-Dramione pov- as that was what I was reading:

So he began as a terror of a bully/abuser- This is a kid who threw around the equivalent of racial slurs on the regular. Tried to get an innocent animal killed. Went out of his way to emotionally torture her friends. Helped get her and her friends in the clutches of Umbridge (who physically and emotionally scarred students.)

If it had stopped there- maybe, just maybe I could be less averse to those ships? Maybe. It’d be hard work on his part, but maybe I could do it?

Then He physically assaulted her friends, and almost killed two innocent students (Alicia and Ron (the boy she loves)). He let murderers into the castle filled with kids and helped get Ron’s brother mauled. He had a chance to join Dumbledore and didn’t.

Then- during the war- he didn’t just sit and idly watch bad things go down. If he had, or better yet- if he had HELPED, I would have a different take on these ships. But no- during the war he actively helps the dark side. He dueled Harry and Ron when they were trying to save Hermione from Bellatrix and an approaching Voldemort (Hermione btw was about to be handed over to Fenrir, who it was implied was about to either r*pe her or tear her to shreds?) He tried to take Harry to Voldemort (who was gonna murder Harry).

Like.... I just can’t come to terms with all that going down- and any of them being ok with him intimately. You think she should forgive that? Not only forgive that- but then become entangled romantically with him? Or Harry should? Or Ron should? Ginny should? People honestly think there are enough conversations and actions that make it feasible?

Like I said- most fics/art/comics I see skip over all the steps he’d have to take to even be friends with them just to get to the ‘fun’ part of things. Again, I understand why.

For me I can appreciate Draco in things- It’s one thing for him to build relationships and friendships with people who he didn’t abuse/barely witnessed the abuses- but people who were there through the whole thing? It’s a big ol’ blech from me.

I’ve been in fandom for a long long time- and most fics typically skip over all that actual redemption very quickly- like one to two conversations of ‘I was really awful’ ‘you were, but I understand why- so let’s be friends’ and... yikes...

I am actually a very forgiving person. WAY TOO forgiving. I forgave a ton of abusers and bullies way more quickly than they deserved- and am working on it- because it just kept inviting those types back into my life. So these sorts of dynamics make me sad.

I want characters I’ve always liked and admired the strength and bravery of to continue to be that- to stand up for themselves and those they love. You can forgive others- but letting them into your life that intimately after all that history is really troubling for me.

Because it’s not just your relationship that would have to have this level of forgiveness- it’s also all the other relationships in your life. He abused all of them- horribly. He needs to work hard to gain the forgiveness of ALL of them- and it’d be messed up to be in a relationship with someone who would be a triggering nightmare for your friends. Like... You just can’t do that to people you love and friendships you value.

‘I know he abused you, and almost got you murdered multiple times by his own direct actions- but we had a conversation and he’s being nice now- so let’s all collectively get over years and years of his abuse because he’s hawt and sowwy.’

Blech

The implications of it all just make me feel uneasy.

#anti-dramione #anti-drarry #anti-drinny #anti-dron

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crowned-ladybug · 7 years

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Light of the full Moon

Egotober, Day 05

Egotober list by @ego-surveillance-squad

The moral of the story is that they need to get some fuckin blinds

I wasn’t gonna write much for this challenge, but none of my drawing ideas for this day were good enough, so here, have my shitty writing instead. Though I might actually draw something for this fic at a later date.

Hey @magic-marvin-protection-patrol may I interest you in some fluff?

Characters: Marvin, Jackie

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none. It’s just a big bunch of fluff. Also, they’re dating.

Marvin is angry at the Moon. Yes, that giant, stupid, glowy thing in the sky that shines in his face and doesn't let him sleep. He's gonna fight it.

Jackie finds that very amusing. He also finds it impossible, unless somehow Marvin knows a magic trick to make the Moon tiny enough to be shut away in a jar or something. Which in turn would mess up a lot of things on Earth, so Jackie would prefer Marvin not do that.

It's easy for Jackie, Marvin thinks, because he has the side of the bed where the Moon isn't currently being obnoxious.

"I hate the Moon," Marvin grumbles, lying on his back with arms crossed over his chest. "Stop laughing at me, Jackie."

Jackie doesn't stop laughing at him. He looks at Marvin with an awfully amused look on his face and Marvin kind of hates him for it. Except he doesn't. Jackie is kind of impossible to hate.

"What kind of hero are you, not even willing to fight the Moon with me?" the sentence that starts out serious devolves into badly-contained laughter by the end. But before Jackie could stop him, he rolls out of bed. "Come on, Jackie!"

Jackie stares at him without moving an inch. "You're not seriously gonna fight the Moon, are you?"

"Pfft, of course not," Marvin shoots him an mocking look before making his way over to the door and stumbling over his own slippers. "I wanna go outside."

Jackie had sat up when Marvin assured him that he was not indeed going to fight a celestial body, but he falls back down in protest immediately upon hearing his wish to go outside. "Marvin, it's the middle of the night. Why do you want to go outside in the middle of the night?"

"'Cause it's pretty outside!"

"God damn..." Jackie runs a hand down his face. He's still astonished by Marvin's ability to go from "I want to fight the world" to "let's just stare at it in wonder" in two seconds. He's just sad there's no quick way from either of those to "let's go to sleep, like we should, because it's the middle of the God damn night".

"Fine, you don't need to come then," Marvin shrugs and he kicks his slippers off before putting them on again because he had put them on the wrong way the first time around.

Jackie groans as he shuffles out of bed and snatches a jacket from the back of a chair because unlike Marvin, he's actually aware of the fact that during the night it gets cold outside. "Heck no, I'm not letting you get mauled by a werewolf out there or some shit."

"How chivalrous of you."

"Shut up and get a hoodie or something," he rubs the sleep from his eyes, glasses in hand because if he had put them on first he wouldn't be able to see shit for the rest of the night. Marvin beams at him as he starts towards the door, now wearing a big hoodie that is very obviously Jackie's, and Jackie finds it impossible to stay grumpy. "I hate you," he mumbles fondly as he follows Marvin outside.

They have the privilege of not even getting their slippers dirty. They just climb onto the roof and settle there comfortably. Yet another good thing about living in a tree house in the middle of a forest.

The full Moon is bright as all Hell and Jackie shoots it a resentful look once properly he stands up on the roof next to Marvin. Now he's the one angry at a celestial body for not letting him sleep. Or for not letting his boyfriend sleep, who in turn didn't let him sleep, but that's unnecessary details.

Marvin on the other hand is ecstatic. The sky is almost completely clear and there's stars everywhere. And Marvin is a big nerd who loves stars and space and everything that has to do with them. Even the Moon.

"Whoa, look!" Marvin breathes in awe as if he hasn't seen a cloudless night sky ever before. He sits down, a little clumsy because his eyes never leave the sky, and he starts pointing out constellations to Jackie.

Jackie is just too sleepy for this. He places himself behind Marvin and tucks his hands into the front pocket of Marvin's hoodie, leaning against his back and putting his head on his shoulder. He listens, still, but the constellations all have fancy names that he can't remember or even make sense of, and weird shapes he loses track of within seconds.

It doesn't seem to faze Marvin. He rambles on about his stars, about mythology and science and magic. When he stops for a moment, he nudges Jackie with his shoulder, laughing. "Are you still awake?"

Jackie hums a "yeah" and kisses his cheek lazily. He might like having a proper sleep schedule, but he loves seeing Marvin happy more. Even if he has to sit on the roof in the middle of the night with him.

"Should we go back to sleep?" Marvin chuckles, but his voice is gentle.

"Nah, we can stay here if you want."

"You're already half asleep," he says it as if it proves anything. "Come on, we can go back inside."

"I never said anything about being awake, mind you," Jackie mumbles. He nuzzles Marvin's shoulder and he starts considering actually falling asleep right then and there.

"Okay, true," Marvin nudges him again. "Come on, I had my fun. But we should do this when we're both awake and prepared for it."

"You've only come to that conclusion now?"

"Shut up and enjoy the fact that I actually did," he shoots back without malice. Slowly he untangles himself from Jackie's arms despite how comfortable he is. "Come on, sleepy head."

Jackie hits the mattress as soon as he can and Marvin has to get his jacket and glasses off him before he just falls asleep like that. Jackie thanks him with a lazy smile.

"I promise we can go stargazing some other time," Jackie mumbles when Marvin pulls the covers over the two of them. Marvin is surprised he can still form coherent sentences seeing how sleepy he is.

"Alright, thank you," he kisses Jackie's forehead and pulls him into his arms, and he's not sure Jackie even hears him or if he's already asleep. "G'night."

The Moon's light has already moved enough to let them both rest.

#marvelsepticeye #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #egotober #egotober 2017 #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #writing #gosh this was fun to write #look at them being cute #yes i am 100% the person who gets all the cues as to what every prompt wants from me #and then blatantly ignores all of them

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Young Flame - Mark - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

A/N I hope this chapter is fine for you guys and was kind of unexpected idk? I just hope you like it!

Three days later

Living here had been so much more better than you had originally thought, the people here were so nice and caring even though you had literally known each other for three days. There had been no major incidents like what had happened on your first day here and you had got to see how great of a family everyone was. It was better here, the supernatural world had been made out to be such a nightmare but in your case it was the human world which was like that. Although you shouldn’t speak so soon since these were only a handful of the supernaturals living in this world, plus you hadn’t had much luck when you first found out about them with the werewolves and that. But this felt different, the atmosphere was different, everything was different and you liked it.

You lay in your bed, the morning light shining through your curtains and making various patterns along your walls. It seemed early, too early, yet you were wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep even if you tried. You decided to just stay there, that was the easiest option that prevented the need to get up and face responsibilities. Apparently that wasn’t going to happen.

‘Y/N! Taeyong hyung told me to tell you to get ready.’

A voice you recognised as Sicheng’s said.

‘What on earth for?’

‘School~’

Just that word alone made you shoot up from your comfortable position. Surely they weren’t going to send you back, not after everything that had happened, not after. You shuddered from the thought of it, there was no way you were going back to that hell hole, not in a million years and if that meant fighting every supernatural here then you would be more than happy to do so.

‘Oh wait I should be more specific, it’s home schooling. All the dreamies have to go too~’

You sigh in relief, you could bare this at least. A small smile crept onto your face at the thought of being able to go to school with the boys, you didn’t really know how smart everyone was or how they were going to be in class but you could give it a good go. From what you’ve seen Renjun definitely seems like the student that doodles all over his notebook instead of writing down the notes, Mark seemed like the kid who tries his hardest but is easily distracted, then there’s Chenle who just doesn’t pay attention at all and is too busy laughing at the class clowns Haechan and Jaemin, now that you think about it Jeno seems like the only one who’d pay attention in class and would at least try and get Jisung to take notes of some sort.

‘Right I’ll be as fast as I can!’

You yelled, jumping out of bed and running towards the closet.

None of this was what you had imagined at all, everyone sat there silently writing down notes. Not a single word came out of Haechan’s mouth, not even Chenle let out one of his glass shattering laughs. This is no fun You thought to yourself whilst fiddling with a pencil. The notes in front of you showed exactly how bored you were, you had drew just about every animal possible and were now onto drawing the boys wolf form. You hadn’t even noticed Ten hovering above you looking at every drawing diligently.

‘Taeyong we have quite the doodler over here.’

He said making you jump out of your skin, all attention was on you making you shrivel into your seat. Taeyong sighed and walked towards your desk reaching for your sheet of paper. He took one glance at it and let out a deep chuckle.

‘Is this really how you picture me as a wolf?’

He muttered amused by your drawing, you lightly smiled up at him and gave him pleading eyes in hopes you wouldn’t get into trouble.

‘Okay everyone go outside for a break, when you return we’ll learn about different supernaturals rather than maths maybe Y/N will be more interested in that. But Y/N you will need to get your notes off one of the boys later.’

You nodded and rose from your seat following the rest of the boys who had already made it out of the room.

You all were sitting under the same tree as before lying lazily due to the heat. It was nice being with the younger boys, they were all around your age and you somehow felt closer to them. You loved the relationship they all had too, how they were all like a bunch of brothers, it was nice being in an environment like that.

‘Can we just talk about how Y/N is totally Taeyong’s favourite.’

Haechan suddenly said making everyone sit up and face him. They all nodded in agreement, even Mark which surprised you as you always saw him as the favourite.

‘How can you even say that I’ve been here for like 0.4 seconds?’

‘It’s been four days what are-’

He was interrupted by a deep growl that had erupted from Jeno, the atmosphere turned serious as everyone turned to look where Jeno was glaring. Jisung was in obvious discomfort as he frowned to himself. You were confused as to what was going on, was there danger? You didn’t think anyone knew about this place and if they did they came here for help not trouble.

Jeno had rose from his crouched position along with Jisung, he stood protectively in front of his younger brother releasing another growl from his throat. No one asked what was wrong, if they did that could just trigger him even more. You squinted at whatever had gotten Jeno so riled up, in the midst of all the greenery you could see an outline of another wolf. You let out a sharp gasp, the wolf was brown, just like the main wolf that had chased you not too long ago. Surely he didn’t know you were here? How could he?

Your face turned pale at the thought of it, once the wolf stepped out of the woods you turned away not wanting to cause even more of a scene. It was too late Mark had already noticed something was wrong and turned to you in concern. No one seemed bothered about the large brown wolf that was slowly making its way over, only Jeno and Jisung.

‘Y/N what’s the matter? You’ve turned really pale… Haechan go get Taeyong and Jaehyun, quickly!’

It was getting harder for you to breath but you tried your best not to worry too much, if no one else was bothered then it was probably nothing. But then again why was Jeno so worked up? Just as you thought that there were several sounds of tearing and soon there were two wolves. The brown one was sitting and it looked as though he was smiling whereas Jeno was standing in a fighting position and growling over and over again.

Jisung looked lost, as though he wanted to help Jeno out but he looked to scared to do so. You forgot about your own problems and got up, walking towards Jisung. You placed a hand on his shoulder to attempt to comfort him, he smiled at you weakly and looked slightly better now he had someone by his side.

Before anyone had gotten time to register the situation more sounds of ripping clothes were heard behind you. You turned to see a large wolf bounding towards Jeno and the other wolf. You had never seen Johnny’s wolf, you were told he was a very big wolf and had fur that was almost pitch black but it had the slightest tint of blue present, you couldn’t even imagine that he was that large. He was taller than you whereas Jisung was only half your size and Jeno only slightly bigger than that.

Jeno stand down you know Hansol doesn’t mean harm

But alpha he-

Stand down

Right okay alpha

You weren’t too sure what you were hearing, it was like when you were getting chased before and you were able to hear their thoughts. You looked around and it looked as though no one else was understanding and the look of confusion stained their faces. Taeyong had arrived now along with Jaehyun and they walked towards the wolves.

‘Mark take Jisung inside, Renjun you take Chenle we can’t be having him get over excited. Jaemin Haechan stay and Y/N…You should probably go in as well.’

Y/N? Is she a human? You let a human stay in a house full of supernaturals are you insane? You even have a vampire did you not think about this? You’re putting her in danger by keeping her here.

‘I’m not in danger.’

You replied to the wolf, even though he wasn’t actually speaking to you and you weren’t too sure if you should’ve spoken up about it or not. Everyone looked at you in shock, even the wolves looked at you in disbelief.

‘You, you understand them?’

Taeyong asked you and you nodded, noticing the attention was on you yet again.

‘Okay well just wolves, go get sorted please and change we’ll talk about this inside. Y/N wait in the small hall for us, we need to talk.’

Everyone sat in silence their brows burrowed with concentration. You felt self concious knowing they were thinking about you and your new found talent, you didn’t want to speak up about it though.

‘I…You…We should… Y/N. I think I know why I was able to reach you when you needed help.’

You looked at Taeyong confused, you always thought it was because you prayed hard enough to allow him to reach you, you didn’t think of any other possibility. As though Jaehyun could read your mind, which you really wouldn’t be surprised if he could with his magical abilities, he smiled at you.

‘Taeyong can’t usually hear human’s prayers for help, not unless there’s something special about said human.’

All eyes were on you although they never really left you. So you were special? You always knew that you weren’t exactly normal but heck was anybody? This whole time you had had a special something and out of everything it was that you could understand werewolves when they phase. It wasn’t the greatest talent you’ve got to admit but least it was something. This little something was what allowed you to be saved from getting mauled by a bunch of werewolves, but then again this little something made you aware you were about to get mauled by a bunch of werewolves, you couldn’t really win with it.

‘You having this ability was what allowed me to reach you Y/N, but as of yet we don’t know the extent of it and what other perks there is… that’s why we extremely advise you stay here until we do and you take lessons on how to reach the extent of it.’

You sighed at the thought of taking even more lessons, the one you had today was enough to put you off of them for life. But then again you were curious as to what you were capable of, with training would you be able to understand just regular animals? That was something you were willing to find out.

‘Okay, where do I sign up?’

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Sometimes you just want a nice, long novel-length (or thereabouts) STAR WARS fic to sink into, maybe you’re going on a long car ride or maybe you’re visiting family without regular internet or maybe you just want some kissing to happen in that novel-length fic! I mean, canon is amazing and wonderful, but sometimes you want to pick up something and have the undercurrents finally rise to the surface, so here are some of my favorite Obikin and Obianidala novel length fics! (Last Updated: 2017.05.17) ✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ventress & dooku & ahsoka & cast, 97.3k wip There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. ✦ Ouroboros by bedlamsbard, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 458k wip Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions. ✦ Seed by bell (bellaboo), obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme, NSFW, 44k When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote. ✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & dooku & mace & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, time travel, 101.5k wip Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. ✦ Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, dark themes, dark!obi-wan, 73.7k wip Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. ✦ flowers for a ghost by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & cast, modern au (sort of), 42.2k Anakin Skywalker’s had a rough go of it, from being imprisoned to losing his hand to remembering an entire past life. He’s only looking for a place to stay the night when he comes to Obi-wan’s doorstep. ✦ The World Undone by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & maul & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 143.3k Anakin Skywalker, proud symbol of the strength and purity of the Jedi Order, is the target of a strange and handsome Sith named Obi-Wan, whose only goal seems to be pulling Skywalker down into the dark with him. ✦ you knock me out, i fall apart by blackalien, obi-wan/anakin/padme & han/luke/leia & ahsoka & cast, 64.8k wip ( aka: the one where anakin was a sith lord for literally an hour, everyone is alive, and they’re actually happy ) ✦ World Come Undone by crazyundeadfairy, obi-wan/anakin (maybe?) & luke, 68.3k wip Unexpected things happen when ObiWan takes Luke to Tatooine. ✦ Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 60.8k wip Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem. ✦ Clarity by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & cast, 73.7k wip Anakin’s jealousy leads to the start of something new between him and Obi-Wan and a lot of frank discussions about things they should have talked about but didn’t in canon. ✦ White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand. ✦ The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka, time travel, 185.1k Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean life will be easy. ✦ Sigh No More by edenwolfie, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & luke & leia & cast, 158.2k wip Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better. full details + recs under the cut!

✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ventress & dooku & ahsoka & cast, 97.3k wip There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. I’ve done several recs for this fic, which are collated on this post, but am writing a new one to encompass the entire fic rather than piecemeal, so those that are new to this fic will have a better one to hopefully encourage them to read it! This is another fic I’ve been reading pretty much since the beginning and would immediately read it as soon as a new chapter dropped and will have a tough time writing a coherent rec for it–there’s a reason it’s so massively popular in the fandom, because the writing is absolute joy to read, that it’s almost 100k of Anakin’s point of view where he’s a completely #Relatable emotional mess, in that sort of hilarious and utterly engaging way. It combines that with the just as delightful Soft Sith aesthetic/dynamic that is so, so much fun with these characters and writes an Obi-Wan Kenobi who is charming and charismatic, but so much more dangerous, where he’s so much more selfish and all that insight and precision and lethality to him are turned to much more dangerous avenues. The fic sparked a ton of trends in fandom (especially helping to popularize Soft Sith!Obi-Wan, for which I am forever grateful) and, once you start reading, it’s easy to see why, there’s just something to this fic that is really special, it’s an Obi-Wan/Anakin fic, but the kind that I would recommend to anyone who is one the fence about them, the kind of fic that draws new fans into the pairing, the kind of fic that may not be their canon selves, but keeps enough of their dynamic and is just plain ridiculously hot and delicious, that it hits all the right buttons for the ship. There is still Anakin being so tremendously strong in the Force, but such an utter disaster in his personal life. There’s Obi-Wan who makes things seem easy, but has worked incredibly hard to get where he is. There’s Anakin being absolutely and completely turned around and confused and not knowing which way is up, really wanting someone to follow, and Obi-Wan who may not tell him everything, who may be kind of manipulative, but there’s such a solid foundation of genuine care there. All of this is balanced together so well and then written with a plot and an incredibly deft hand, so that every single scene sparkles and draws the reader in. It’s that Obikin fic that I will go, “Here, read this if you’re thinking about getting into the pairing.” because I think it does the groundwork for showing what a fun pairing they can be, while also just being a scream of a fic. ✦ Ouroboros by bedlamsbard, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 458k wip Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions. Wake the Storm: So, I pretty much sunk into this fic and didn’t come out again until I’d read the whole thing, I just absolutely couldn’t put it down! My only caveat is that, while the build-ups and suspense are stellar, you just kind of have to roll with that the fic is not as strong at reveals. The way the fic is structured, there’s a lot of “omg when will Character A find out about Character b????” that don’t necessarily happen or happen late in the fic or aren’t pieced together when they should be or aren’t dwelled on for long. I don’t think this is a huge detriment, so long as you know what you’re getting ahead of time, though, because what the fic is about (Anakin skipping around the timeline and other universes, dragging Obi-Wan along with him) is absolutely fantastic. The writing is incredibly engaging, it’s the kind where I find this far more readable than a lot of professionally published books, that the plot structure and pacing of the scenes is all rock solid for me. (Tbh, probably the only reason any caveats occur to me at all is because the fic as a whole is so well written.) The characterization is lovely and gets at the heart of what I wanted–where Anakin experiences the destruction and tragedy that happens, his horror at it solidified by the time he finds out his connection to it, as well as his interaction with Obi-Wan is strengthened up because of what Obi-Wan has been through and how he’s seeing Anakin again and how much time he’s had to think over the events of Anakin’s future. The plot is interesting and the fic spends time with each world but doesn’t linger and there has clearly been thought given to setting all of it up, but it blends into the story perfectly, like… you know those fics you can pick up and just read and read and read because they’re so engaging and written with such good pacing that you don’t want to put it down, that even when it shifts gears, you find yourself rolling right along with it because you want to know what happens next? That’s what this fic did for me, I was so curious about where it was going next and how this was all going to affect them. While this story itself is gen, you can tell that the story is heading towards Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme, so it spends time building Obi-Wan/Anakin back up and shifting it to romantic instead of platonic, that it doesn’t happen here at all, but you can feel how desperately Anakin loves Obi-Wan and how Obi-Wan has been given the time to really reflect on feelings and attachment and on Anakin in general, so that I believe it. Plus, I’m a sucker for all the little touches, like Anakin sleeping on Obi-Wan or the way he touches Anakin after he goes through a tough time, it got me right in the feelings place, to go along with the intriguing greater story. I am now going to proceed to dive right into the monster sequel fic and probably roll around in my feelings some more. Queen’s Gambit: I haven’t yet finished Queen’s Gambit, but I’m including it on this list because I enjoyed the first fic a lot and I think I can safely recommend the sequel already. ♥ ✦ Seed by bell (bellaboo), obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme, NSFW, 44k When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote. I love how this fic started out as an excuse for fuck-or-die blowjobs, but then went and developed feelings and an actual plot. That is my favorite kind of thing! But what really gets me about this fic is that everything is so carefully considered and given so much thought, that the miscommunication between Obi-Wan and Anakin takes so long to resolve (but without being dragged out too long just for the sake of drama or padding the fic) is central to the story and such care is given to show how these two characters misunderstand each other and why they clash and things so often go off kilter with them. The entire point of showcasing that miscommunication is to nudge the characters into a situation where they have to face it and actually work to resolve it. This is not a smooth path, especially not with feelings being brought to the surface, that both characters have to work through. Obi-Wan meditates and tries not to burden Anakin with his feelings and balance being a Jedi with what the heart of the man wants, which works so well because Obi-Wan has never been about denial of feelings, but instead about letting them go, about accepting them and releasing them because he has another path that he’s chosen to walk. So what happens when he finds that these surfaced feelings are stronger than he intended and he doesn’t want to let them go? The fic works hard to bring him to a fork in the road where he has to choose one path or the other, that both are important roads for him, and the choice is legitimately difficult. It takes care to show that Obi-Wan isn’t perfect, he doesn’t always understand Anakin, he’s human and Anakin gets to him, but also that Obi-Wan is someone who knows himself very well and is emotionally stable, that the difficulty is in the choice, not the knowledge. By contrast, Anakin is just an emotional mess who doesn’t understand Obi-Wan, but also doesn’t really understand how to process anything, that he’s all instinct and reaction, but that doesn’t make his feelings any less real or there. This is a fic that is about Anakin struggling to understand Obi-Wan, struggling to understand his own feelings, struggling to not make all the worst choices–there’s a moment later in the fic where he could make an absolutely disasterous choice and keep an important secret from Obi-Wan, but he’s struggled through so much (and become so much more trusting, because his relationship with Obi-Wan is closer) that he makes a better choice. The fic is just as much about dragging Anakin into making better choices, tiny bit by tiny bit. And about how Anakin is just never going to be an independent person, he’s always going to be dependent on those he loves, and that Obi-Wan has to come around to understanding this and accepting it about him. It’s also a fic that may not be centrally about her, but Padme has a very real and very present role in the fic. Anakin’s love for her is just as valid as his love for Obi-Wan, that he thinks of her while she’s not there, that he’s terrified of losing her, that the conversation he has with her about Obi-Wan is painful and difficult because he leads with his heart, that actions that might be manipulative in others (like wanting to be with two people and have them approve of him being with both) are just who Anakin is. He’s still selfish and probably entirely hypocritical (he would never share either of them the way he wants to share himself), but it’s never done with artifice, he clings to both of them because he’s so insecure and needy, he’s desperate to keep both of them, he’s an absolute mess, and the fic never denies that. It doesn’t deny that this is painful for everyone involved, because it’s not easy for Padme to share her husband, it’s not easy for Obi-Wan to feel like an intruder on someone else’s relationship, and it’s not easy for Anakin to know that he’s asking for so much, but terrified of losing either one of them. I love that this fic holds Obi-Wan and Anakin apart because Obi-Wan is very much “if you’re going to do something, do it right” and he holds firm on that, he draws a boundary and keeps it there, that he’ll reassure Anakin in other ways (the element of Anakin asking for Obi-Wan’s total honesty when Obi-Wan won’t budge on starting a relationship until they’ve worked the problems out was so satisfying for this!), but he won’t cross lines that shouldn’t be crossed, like, yes, that is Obi-Wan’s character and exactly what Anakin needs from him in this relationship, just as Padme doesn’t react happily to the news that Anakin’s in love with Obi-Wan, but she has such emotional openness and care that she provides the warmth and acceptance that Anakin needs, the two of them filling in the different jagged edgegs of Anakin’s character. Which is what I mean about this fic giving such thought and care to each scene and character, that I can pull all of it apart and it holds up to that scrutiny for me, that it may not be the longest fic I’ve ever read, but it’s certainly one that knows the characters it’s writing and what it wants to do with them and what motivates them. It’s a fic that starts out as cracky, but then uses it as a character exploration and is just really damned satisfying to me for it! ✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & dooku & mace & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, time travel, 101.5k wip Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. I’ve done several recs for this fic, which are collated on this post, but I’m sticking with an earlier rec that won’t give too much away, but still hopefully tells you why you should read one of my favorite fics: I cannot tell you how in love with this fic I am, how much I love what it’s doing on both a plot level and an id-pleasing level. The fic first got me with these little moments of Ben (older Sith!Obi-Wan) and the way he would crowd into Anakin’s space, the way he would touch Anakin, the way he would run a hand down Anakin’s back or shove him up against the wall when he was getting out of control, there was this quiet but powerful intimacy between them, both dangerous and something very genuine there. It’s so incredibly good, the way Anakin curls up against Ben’s side or wriggles onto his lap, the way he so very much wants affection from his once-again-Master, the way Ben knows this after all they’ve been through together and the lives they’ve lived and this second chance, the way he absolutely is manipulative and much more iron-handed than he was before, but some part of Anakin feeds on that. It’s so well written and there’s such charm and sparkle to the writing, it’s that sweet spot between just exactly what my id wants and the more rational part of me that is impressed with the world-building and plotting and character motivations, that I legitimately respect the fic. It’s such a great example of what Obi-Wan would be like if freed from the restraints he puts on himself as a Jedi–he has power, sure, but it’s also such intelligence and insight, such lethality and being predatory in all the right moments, the way you really, really understand how Obi-Wan is dangerous when he puts all of his skills to less noble purposes. And the plot is good, it’s a great cast of different versions of the characters, the older versions having been dumped back in time and are running around to fix things in their own way, including a time out to go free the slaves on Tatooine and, of course, have more run-ins with the Jedi. I love that there are light saber battles, I love that they’re not just idling around, they’re doing stuff, moving the pieces around from the shadows, in addition to their complicated relationship developing further. I am H O O K E D on this fic and it’s honestly one of the most satisfying I’ve read in the fandom yet, it’s one of those that I pretty much drop everything else to go read when there’s a new chapter, it’s one that I’m torn between tripping over myself to read everything as fast as I can because I want more and forcing myself to go slower becaus I want to savor it, it’s one of those that I never want to end, but also I want all of it to be able to read everything right now. ✦ Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, dark themes, dark!obi-wan, 73.7k wip Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. I’ve done several recs for this fic, but am writing a new one to encompass the entire fic rather than piecemeal, so those that are new to this fic will have a better one to hopefully encourage them to read it! I feel like I hardly know where to start with this one, because it’s another that I’ve been reading as each chapter comes out and I think it might be my favorite of the author’s work. It’s a fic that initially caught my attention, despite the seemingly incompatible concept of the character, but what got me is that this isn’t canon Obi-Wan, but he shares so much of the traits of him, like what Obi-Wan would be without his unbreakable morals and faith from the movies and the show, that if you changed those things about him, you would get this fascinating look at the way he uses that charm and gentlemanly manner and incredibly insight to do such terrible things, to focus on the person he loves (Anakin) more than anyone. And that’s the other thing that gets me, the way their relationship is played, that it takes so long for Anakin to come around is to the fic’s credit, that it’s not dragged out beyond what it should have been, that instead it needed that space to show the way he was stripped of his defiance bit by bit, just tiny step by tiny step. That this is never portrayed as healthy or anything other than Stockholm Syndrome, the fic is very aware of what it’s doing, but there’s a dark charisma to it, that I find myself rooting for it, even when it’s clear that it’s a terrible thing. The fic is very good at balancing those two things–the fascination with that dark yet beautiful dynamic, obsessive love that can still be genuine in its own way, even as it’s awful. It’s charming, even as you don’t forget that Anakin has been conditioned into this, you still see the layers being peeled away from him to get at something that’s underneath that, something that says a lot about who Anakin Skywalker is. It’s a modern AU, it’s a serial killer!Obi-Wan AU, it’s a story about Anakin being manipulated into dependence on him, it’s a lot of things that I might normally not be that keen on, but between the fic visibly embracing those things while still keeping so many echoes of their original selves, while hitting all those elements that made so many of us fans of Hannibal, that it’s honestly one of my favorites in the fandom. ✦ flowers for a ghost by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & cast, modern au (sort of), 42.2k Anakin Skywalker’s had a rough go of it, from being imprisoned to losing his hand to remembering an entire past life. He’s only looking for a place to stay the night when he comes to Obi-wan’s doorstep. I’ll note ahead of time that I haven’t finished this fic yet, but I’m far enough in that I want to include it! It’s the first part of a long sort-of-modern-AU where the characters are reincarnated into current day Earth and are all kind of giant messes, especially Anakin, and this is the story of him trying to recover from just how much he’s been damaged along the way. Not only is there his previous life as Darth Vader to contend with that haunts him, but also the terrible things that have happened to him in this life, the further terrible choices that he’s made that landed him here and weigh him down. It’s a fic that’s a very long, slow process (and very much a slow burn between Obi-Wan and Anakin) because there’s so much for Anakin to wade through and so little progress he can make at any given time. There’s so much about this fic that’s bittersweet and haunting and lovely in a really heartbreaking way–it’s moving towards the better, step by step, but it’s a long road and it’s fragile and brittle the whole way there. But, ahhh, the relationship and the utter need Anakin has for Obi-Wan and how this situation is both id-pleasing (accidental Force bond, yessssss, give me that always!) and all about doing the slow, almost daily life of recovery, both for Anakin himself as a person and for his relationship with Obi-Wan. There’s a sneaking plot here as well, there’s a lot of characters they run into, there’s an expansive world unfolding here, but at it’s heart it’s a fic about Anakin’s recovery and trying to piece himself back together–trying to find the will to want to piece himself back together, after everything. And the length of it is necessary (even as I scream at them to just kiss already) to show that that’s something that’s not easy or quick. This is a lovely read and I’m adoring it so much. ✦ The World Undone by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & maul & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 143.3k Anakin Skywalker, proud symbol of the strength and purity of the Jedi Order, is the target of a strange and handsome Sith named Obi-Wan, whose only goal seems to be pulling Skywalker down into the dark with him. I’ll note ahead of time that I haven’t finished this fic yet, this rec is based on the first 2/3rds of the fic, but I’m far enough in that I want to include it! Oh, I hardly know where to start with this fic! I admit that it took me a bit to get into, for personal reasons (I usually turn right around at fic where someone other than Obi-Wan trained Anakin if it isn’t a complete disaster, I’m not a big fan of Maul’s character/thought Dooku or Sidious would have been in his role), but those aren’t really criticisms, they’re just things that popped up on my own personal radar. I mention this because, if someone’s tastes are like mine, I want to encourage continuing with this one because once the story kicked into gear for me, I just got swept away in it, I kept reading and reading because I wanted to know where it was going. Once Obi-Wan and Anakin started interacting regularly, once the attraction between them was unable to be ignored (even if it took awhile for some resolution!), and once the main mystery of the story got underway (which I would say was about halfway through when I read this fic), it became a really well-plotted and paced story. The fic does so many things that I really love about it, right down to the language has shades of something like poetry but the author makes it work, it never had me doing that, “wtf does that even mean” feeling, but instead… oh, like when they finally have time to be together, when they have just enough space to breathe for it and there’s a line that really struck me: Obi-Wan only drove in harder and faster, a shooting star in free-fall along its own doomed line toward earth until it flashed and burnt itself out in its own flare of beautiful white heat inside the velvet night of Anakin’s body. What might have been too flowery in another fic, I really loved this line, I love that it was highlighted their relationship, how passionate this Obi-Wan was about Anakin, how desperate Anakin is to clutch at something, to have Obi-Wan in him, as a steadying presence and to fill him up, that that’s both a culmination of the long attraction between them and shows how their relationship works here. Because this isn’t canon, but it still has so many elements of it, the way they care about other people (especially Anakin and Ahsoka’s relationship has several meaningful scenes, it’s very much an important part of Anakin’s character), but they revolve around each other, Anakin still needs Obi-Wan like that. The reveals take awhile to happen, but they’re worth waiting for, because they’re satisfying and so interesting, the slow pealing back of the layers and hints, until we finally get proper flashbacks and you understand how the characters came to where they were. The author knows how to pace a story, how to write something long without feeling like it was dragged out, that it takes its time, but it’s not padded to hell and back, and that kind of solidity is incredibly appreciated. It’s one of those fics that just feels… smooth and solid, one of those that’s satisfying to have such a long fic that knows where it’s going and you can feel that even from the beginning, whether or not it grows some here and there or expands in a few unexpected places, it keeps on topic and is paced just right for me. And, of course, I enjoy so much the way Obi-Wan and Anakin are slowly coming together here, that it’s a long path for them to take, but each step forward is sure-footed and will get there. ✦ you knock me out, i fall apart by blackalien, obi-wan/anakin/padme & han/luke/leia & ahsoka & cast, 64.8k wip ( aka: the one where anakin was a sith lord for literally an hour, everyone is alive, and they’re actually happy ) This fic was my happy place for two days straight while I read it, because it’s everything I was hoping to get from it–it’s a collection of non-linear scenes spanning from ROTS to probably twenty years into the future, showing the snippets of their lives, the family they all build together, while balancing something so incredibly charming with the occasional moments of absolute heartbreak. Primarily, this fic is definitely about making a happy family AU, whether it’s Anakin keeping the people he loves close or eventually he and Padme convince Obi-Wan to join them or giving Ahsoka a family to come home to or getting to see the twins grow up, but it’s also about how Anakin is never going to be entirely emotionally stable and about how Ahsoka bears the scars from being too young in the war and about how Obi-Wan is so solitary for so long and about how it’s not always easy to grow up a Skywalker for either Luke or Leia. The fic is really good about making those moments genuinely serious, it’s not really a cracky fic and the serious moments are genuinely serious, and it’s… I think of it as being like The Clone Wars show, only trending in a positive direction instead of negative, where sometimes it’s heartbreaking, sometimes it’s ridiculously charming, and sometimes it’s just straight up cute fluff, but all of it is well done. And I cannot convey enough of that sense of charm, that kind of sharpness to the happy AU that makes it so good to read, the kind that makes it straight into my fannish heart, rather than just me seeking out fluff because I need it to soothe me. This one captures my feelings and my imagination, it’s ridiculously engaging and one of those fics of my heart. ✦ World Come Undone by crazyundeadfairy, obi-wan/anakin (maybe?) & luke, 68.3k wip Unexpected things happen when ObiWan takes Luke to Tatooine. Oh, lord, this fic. I cannot tell you how hard this fic grabbed me and would not let go until I finished it! There are a couple of caveats: The first two chapters are fairly slow, a lot of monologuing over things actually happening, but once Luke starts talking, it kicks into gear and doesn’t let go. It’s also a WIP and hasn’t been updated in a few years, but the author has gone years between updates before, so you never know, but more importantly! You get so much of the good stuff in what’s already here! So, while I would have loved to have had the rest of the fic, I’m genuinely content with what we had here as well, because let me tell you about my feelings on Obi-Wan raising Luke, who is this amazingly sweet little moppet that I was instantly in love with, as well as Anakin eventually finds out and tries to steal Luke away but gets in his own way too much and finds himself trapped in a situation that he’s not sure how to get out of. I was initially skimming ahead to just read the confrontation between Obi-Wan and Anakin when they saw each other again, just to see if the fic picked up, and found myself getting sucked in because the fic does a great job with each scene making me want to read the next and the next and the next, so I had to go back to my original place and then I just hungrily read the entire thing because Anakin wants to take Luke and kill Obi-Wan, but he can’t because he wants Luke to love him and that won’t happen if Luke knows he killed the only father he’s ever known, yet Anakin still burns that Obi-Wan has taken Luke, despite that Obi-Wan has always talked about Anakin to Luke, always told him stories, and Luke can already feel that there’s still love there, no matter how much anger and hate is held onto, sometimes on both sides, after all that’s happened. It’s one of those fics where they’re forced to be semi-civil to each other again, but underneath is all this emotional tension and hurt that made my fannish heart absolutely ache while reading it, yet was delicious candy at the same time because it hit my id perfectly. Getting well-written fic that does justice to the iddy concept it has is such a rare treat in fandom and I love this fic for doing that for me! It’s one of those situations that I would dream up without trying to properly justify it in my head just because I wanted it, but the fic actually sold me on it and doesn’t shortchange that Anakin is full of rage and hates Obi-Wan, even as you feel how much of it is borne out of still loving him. Obi-Wan is fantastic, he’s so steady and solid, but that doesn’t mean he’s passive or without his own anger on Anakin’s actions, even as he’s still willing to try to help him again. And Anakin feels so right to me, that he’s not there yet, he’s not doing any of this for the right reasons, his love for Luke is still selfish and obsessive, but there’s hope in him and you can see the sparks of maybe something still good in there. And I’m labeling this as Obi-Wan/Anakin because the author has written slash fic for them before and the relationship is very central to the story, even if there’s no kissing, and Anakin’s relationship with Padme is very important and I just really, really was hit spot on by this fic, okay. So good. ✦ Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, time travel, 60.8k wip Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem. This is a fic I read very, very early on in my time in Star Wars fandom, so I can’t say how it would hold up for me if I tried to go back and read it, but it will always be one of those fics that’s dear to me because it helped tip me from shipping just Anidala into also shipping Obikin and Obianidala. And so I’m leaving the rec as I originally wrote it, as I think it does a good job of conveying my reaction to the fic! I have two caveats about this fic before I begin: It’s a WIP that hasn’t been updated in about a year, so I’m not sure if it will be. But it gets enough satisfying stuff in so even though it ends on a cliffhanger, I found it absolutely worth reading! And that it’s very fast in the beginning, there’s not much time to build up suspense before the reveals are already happening. This isn’t a fic I wound up reading for the suspense or reveals by the time I got into the thick of it, this is a fic that’s about the building relationship between Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme. Previous to this fic, I’d never shipped anything but Anakin/Padme, so their relationship being strong here, being absolutely important to Anakin’s pov, while the shifting nature of his relationship with Obi-Wan is slowly changing, works for me, it eased me in at just the right pacing and made me actually really, really want it. What the fic does the most beautifully for me, though, is how Anakin is so beloved and so special and so brilliant, but he’s also an obnoxious pain in the ass, the way Padme and Obi-Wan both love him dearly, but he’s also a dumbass, oh, that worked for me because that’s exactly it, that’s how they relate to him. The plot part of the story was interesting as well, I definitely want to know where things are going, how this will affect history, and I love love love that the PT characters were the ones thrown forward into the OT’s time, that’s where my heart really is, and this fic just completely and totally charmed the hell out of me! I especially appreciate that it gently eased me into shipping this OT3 in a way that worked for me and got me to be able to actually see it. ✦ Clarity by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & cast, 73.7k wip Anakin’s jealousy leads to the start of something new between him and Obi-Wan and a lot of frank discussions about things they should have talked about but didn’t in canon. This is one of those fics that I’m going to write a terrible rec for, which is frustrating because I very thoroughly enjoyed it and it’s one of those that’s… one of those solid reads in that it’s satisfying and having 60k+ of it to tear through was a delight because I really got to sink into it and it has so much… idk, it’s not quite breathing room, because it’s not really slice-of-life, there’s events happening and things moving towards Big Events, but at the same time, I feel like there is breathing room for the Obi-Wan/Anakin relationship to develop, especially as it doesn’t crowd out Anakin’s relationship with Padme. It’s definitely focused on the Obikin side of things, much of the point of the fic is Obi-Wan settling into his feelings and the new direction his life is taking, that it’s… I love that it’s not this big, huge, overtly emotional thing, because that’s not who Obi-Wan is, it’s much more still-waters-run-deep that works for me, like this is someone who may struggle with feelings, but he knows how to get to where he needs, and there’s this really just… warm and comfortable air between him and Anakin for so much of the fic. I think maybe that’s my favorite part, now that I’m trying to put this into words, that even when there’s shit happening elsewhere, when the plot stuff ramps things up in later chapters, there’s still a warm connection between Obi-Wan and Anakin, I trust that they love each other and they know they want to be together, that Obi-Wan knows himself and Anakin is still kind of a mess, he’s just got almost no self-control, and thus Obi-Wan tempers him and puts him back when he needs it. The three of them (Padme as well) have this… they don’t necessarily fit together perfectly, but there’s the sense that they’re working on it, that Obi-Wan and Padme fill in the various edges of Anakin’s character, how the three of them just fit together, it really is supremely satisfying. And there are loads of little touches (I love that Bant gets several good scenes! I love that Obi-Wan’s path is departing from the Jedi, but not in a judgmental sort of way! I love the way Obi-Wan and Anakin meditate together! I loved Obi-Wan being in the room with Palpatine and Anakin, so Anakin follows Obi-Wan’s lead instead and it subtly changes so many things!) and I love that this is a fic that’s about gently turning Anakin’s relationships to the better, that I felt good reading this, even as I’m eyeing future chapters with trepidation. ✦ Sun Kissed by Vee017, obi-wan/anakin & mace & yoda & cast, nsfw, dark themes, past sexual abuse, 81.7k wip Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing. Buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another. I admit, I usually turn right around at fics like this, I’m not big on AUs where Obi-Wan didn’t become a Jedi or where Anakin was never found and instead became a sex slave, but I liked the author’s other fics and I was terribly curious about this one, so I picked it up and found myself just sort of quietly falling in love. When I read the summary, I had a lot of expectations about the tropes, based on previous experience with this kind of fic, but this one surprised me where there’s something really almost gentle about the way it writes the characters and their relationship, how it’s been almost 80k and there are definitely feelings and being in love, but they weren’t really in the right place for a relationship yet. The fic does a lovely job of establishing Anakin’s healing process and their daily lives, that it uses this time not to just drag things out, but to clear away the things that need to be cleared away first, that Anakin has to truly be ready, not just wanting more with Obi-Wan, but truly being ready to go there, and this fic gently keeps them on that path. And that’s what really makes me enjoy this fic, that it’s well written in a way that’s easy to read, but also well written in a way that builds something here, that I can legitimately enjoy beyond just iddy kink reasons. I’d have read this story with or without the tropes! And it’s hard to believe that it’s as long as it is, because it was just so easy to pick up and read and read and read, there’s something so smooth about the pacing and writing style, something that pulls me along without me even realizing it! And I love that there’s enough resolution by this point that I think the WIP factor doesn’t matter too much–though, it’s been in progress for ten years now, it still gets slowly updated, so I don’t doubt that it’ll continue to be so. It’s a fic that I went into expecting it to be one of those early 00s types of fics that were cheesy and appealed to my id for the OTT kink, but instead found a fic that was much more gentle than expected, that took its time and wasn’t about dragging out the angst forever, but instead that healing took time and that the majority of the fic was actually pretty calm and laid back, the most exciting parts (previous to the most recent chapters) were Anakin’s frustration with himself to not be over his past more quickly, that he still had nightmares sometimes. Sure, once things start heating up, there’s more action and plot going on, but at its heart this is still a fic about being a slow burn relationship and it hasn’t strayed from that–I have no doubt that it’ll get there, but I love that it’s taking its time to do so, because the journey there is the important part. ✦ Second Chances by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & han/luke & ahsoka & leia & cast, de-aged fic, 121.3k Leia wasn’t convinced inviting evil incarnate to join them in fighting the Empire was exactly one of Obi-Wan’s brightest ideas. This is a delightful cracky fic where, mid-ANH, the Force decides to de-age Obi-Wan and Anakin by about twenty years and then Anakin decides to defect to the Alliance and be a scary over-protective helicopter parent when he finds out Luke and Leia are his kids and also oh yeah falls totally in love with Obi-Wan. And then more characters from The Clone Wars and Rebels are pulled in, the plot goes off in its own direction, and it’s this fun, easy to read fic that I just sailed through! It’s very long, but it’s focused on a fairly large cast of characters (though not so large that you can’t keep track, especially since they’re all characters you’re invested in already) that’s about the greater web of connections between the SW characters. I picked it up for the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship, which is actually a relatively small part of the overall story, it’s really more a group fic about how Vader defecting to the Alliance changes a lot of things, and it’s about Anakin angsting a whole lot about trying to balance himself and his emotions and not always doing a stellar job of it, it’s about the people he’s hurt along the way and how some are able to be won over, but others take a much longer time. I read practically the whole thing in a single day, that’s how easy it was to sail through, and it’s one of those delightfully tropey fics where I’m just so here for de-aging fic (why is there not more in fandom?? I want it!!) and it was nice to have a longfic to sink my teeth into again! It’s one of those stories that really hits a person’s id if you’re into this kind of thing and I am definitely in fandom to read about helicopter parent Anakin Skywalker who’s practically the same physical age as his kids. :D :D :D ✦ White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand. I do have a couple of caveats about the fic–it hasn’t been updated in close to a year (but it’s also been in progress for over 10 years, so the author does keep coming back) and the beginning of the fic (probably about the first third at least?) is very much the plot moving the characters rather than the characters moving the plot, that they don’t really react to things in a way that feels organic to their own motivations, but rather where the scene wants them to go. And I do have some trouble wrapping my mind around the idea that Anakin wouldn’t be all over his kids, even as the fic gently nudges him away from them because of jealousy and then fear for Padme’s life. I mention these things because I want to encourage readers beyond them (as I always do with recs) because it’s a story that I read over the course of a couple of days and the writing is really smooth and just so nicely sailed along and it very much has a plot and does a really lovely job of balancing the five rotating character povs (Obi-Wan, Anakin, Luke, Leia, and Han), of throwing this tangle of characters together and keeping up with group scenes. The fic’s plot is absolutely intriguing and the author is taking their time with it without feeling like it was dragged out, it’s almost sort of hard to believe that it’s a fic that’s over 100k because it was just so easy to keep reading and never felt bogged down or padded out just to up the word count. And once the fic settles into the story, as Obi-Wan and Anakin discover more and more about this future, as they’re thrown into a situation where Anakin has to face what he’s capable of (once he hears about Vader) and how the fic sort of… balances between trying to reconcile that/fix it and also just sort of avoiding it by going I WON’T DO THAT I WILL AVOID IT, which is actually a pretty perfectly Anakin Skywalker reaction. The author also knows how to write UST while still giving some resolution, that Obi-Wan and Anakin are very attracted to each other and it’s being thrown into this mind-boggling situation where Anakin desperately needs someone to help and support him, he desperately needs someone to cling onto, that seeing this future where the Jedi are gone and this horribleness is possible, that finally breaks that last hurdle and jams them together. I love that Padme may not be here, but Anakin’s love for her never is dialed down a notch, that so much of why he wants to go back is to save her, that he still loves her just as furiously and obsessively as ever, even as he loves Obi-Wan as well. And the sex scenes were lovely, the way Anakin is desperate to grind himself against Obi-Wan is lovely, as well as the brief moments where Obi-Wan’s hands slide lower down his back, not quite ghosting over the prize there, but the implication of the future, that one day he may open Anakin up and push into him is there, and just the right amount of promise of it. But also! The later chapters are starting to get into just what all is in this world, what’s left that they might still remember, that they’re still working to uncover just what happened, both to them and to this world that may be their future. And I do love that it’s Leia who pushes for them not to change things, because they worked damn hard for this future, because they fought and bled for it, because she won’t give up this hope or gamble it away on something that might be better or might be worse, that who she is, everything that’s made her Leia Organa, could disappear, it makes perfect sense that she would try to convince them to stay, and it allows the fic the time and room to explore these characters from the past in this future. It’s a fic that’s definitely a WIP and may take a long time to update again, but I greatly enjoyed what was here and it was just so very easy to sink into and I appreciated having that over the past week! Plus several Obikin kissing scenes yes thank you! ✦ The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka, time travel, 185.1k Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean life will be easy. At the time of this post, I’ve only read about half of this fic, but it fits theme and I wanted to include it! But it’s definitely a rec based on half the fic so far: I could have sworn I’d done a rec for this fic before, but I cannot find it anywhere in my files, so I’m going to assume I haven’t actually and do one fresh. I am always here for Obianidala fic and I’m always here for time travel fic, so I picked this one up and tore through pretty much all of it over the course of a few days! I do have a couple of caveats about it, the biggest being that the Jedi are used as antagonists, even against established canon (like, they’ve specifically said they don’t keep people against their will, that they wouldn’t force Anakin to stay), which can be jarring sometimes, so you gotta roll with the premise of them being villains, but when the fic is all about the domestic trio learning to figure out their relationship, the fic is at its strongest and it’s just really heart-warming and delightful. It’s a long fic, so it’s a bit of a slow burn, not in that there’s lack of resolution, but in that there’s no hurry to get there before everyone is ready, instead it’s a much more natural pace that I really enjoyed. I love that it’s a Padme time travel fic as well, because I very rarely see one about her, especially because she doesn’t know everything that happened and it gives her a chance to work through what happened between her and Anakin on Mustafar, that she has to work through all that fear and mistrust, because this Anakin hasn’t done those things, but she has to process that they did happen, that it could have happened, and that’s something that takes quite awhile to get over. There’s also some lovely Padme & Ahsoka friendship scenes, there’s a whole lot of Padme telling people what she knows, there’s a lot of Anakin having to deal with feeling kept out of the loop, that he’s still got anger issues and isn’t emotionally stable, but Obi-Wan and Padme have better tools this time around, there’s a good amount of Obi-Wan/Anakin relationship building, and there’s a lot of satisfying fixing of the timeline, including killing Palpatine plot! The fic is at its best when it’s about the breathing room the Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme trio has or when they’re interacting with Ahsoka, when the story is going towards fixing things, that’s when my heart is happiest and I just really had a lot of fun reading this, especially since it was lengthy and I loved being able to tear into it and read read read for so many pages! ✦ Sigh No More by edenwolfie, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & luke & leia & cast, 158.2k wip Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better. I believe I’ve recommended this fic at least once before? But now that it’s up to 22 chapters, I’ve caught up on the fic and it was time to write a fresh rec for it. I do have a few things you need to just roll with the fic for–that the characters go hide out on Tatooine instead of fighting back, that Obi-Wan is often more indecisive than he would be, that Anakin’s emotional problems tend to go away more easily than I think they would. But the point of the fic is to write a really long, really revel-in-it story about the domesticity of these characters on Tatooine, to just wholly embrace digging into the slice of life stuff in this remote, isolated area where it’s just the three of them + the twins + Ahsoka. It’s a story that has the room to breathe with the characters, that it’s not about dragging things out, but instead that the whole point of the story is that slow, incrimental moving forward with the relationship(s). It’s a story that I pick up when I want something where the characters are (for the most part) taken away from galatic level action and instead are given something like a peaceful life (as much as one can get post-ROTS, of course) and I just want to roll around in something that’s hopeful and kind. The length is nice as well, because it really gets across that this is a story that’s meant to be a slow burn and a slow build even once things finally do catch fire. As mentioned, I don’t feel like it’s dragging things out, but instead that the slow process is the whole point, that it’s about building their relationships, their life here, step by step. It’s domesticity and slice-of-life and really reveling in it to the fic’s heart’s content. But also omg I admit I’m definitely here for the sex scene, because Anakin and Padme are adorable, Obi-Wan and Anakin had a very pretty frottage scene earlier, but then chapter 22 was exactly what I wanted–where they finally have the time and both are in the right place for something more intense, something deeper. And, boy, does Anakin find that he enjoys being held down, that he has Obi-Wan’s attention all on him, that he likes the way he feels when he’s pressed down onto the bed and held there, when he’s filled up with Obi-Wan, who opens him up with such care and affection, until there’s no other noise in his head, that all the anxieties and fears and insecurities are pushed out, as Obi-Wan pushes into him. I’m really not kidding that I will read that a thousand times because Anakin needs it a thousand times and Obi-Wan being able to give that to Anakin is so good for him as well. There’s also a lot of cute stuff with Ahsoka coming and going, watching the twins grow up, and more! But I can’t lie, I’m here for Anakin Skywalker, my precious child, getting the happy life I always wanted for him.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obikin #obianidala #fic recs #star wars fic recs #moonlight's giant list of fic recs #(long post under the cut!)

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Interview with Rob Crow, circa 2012

Crow says you need to be “a real music nerd” to appreciate Devfits: Devo in the style of the Misfits and vice-versa. When I hear he's playing a benefit for UCSD's Ché Café, I jump at the chance to witness this spectacle.

After scuttling about like any good roadie, setting up his equipment, Crow steps into a corner and wrestles on a suit constructed of duct tape, a creepy skin-toned mask, and thick geeky glasses while a film clip of his five-year-old son instructs the audience to buy lots of merch and tell everyone how well the show went, "even when it sucks."

He bursts out onto stage and takes hold of the mic, which is hopelessly tangled around its stand. After belting out his first lines, he brandished the offending machinery and commands, “Please undo this thing from here.” I grab it and unravel it awkwardly, nearly spearing him in the process. He nevertheless tells me, “Thank you very much,” and forges on.

I'm charmed by his manners, but moments later my opinion shifts when he charges his way through the audience, trailing the mic wire behind him heedlessly. Me and two other spectators barely squirm our way out of a firm trussing-up, and I twist my shoulder in the process.

Yet his performance is hauntingly beautiful, especially his rendition of the Misfits song “Hatebreeders.” (Devfits (Rob Crow) @ The Che Cafe on 01.07.12) The herd of UCSD students seems mostly bemused. Near the end of the set Crow tells us that he’s “been coming to the Ché since way before you were all born, and that's not hyperbole."

Crow steps back into the corner and removes the duct tape suit. I watch him chat with a few fans, and after they help him pack up and he's at liberty, I approach. He greets me with a handshake and another thank-you for detangling his mic. His sweet demeanor makes it easy to screw up the courage to ask if he'd consider an interview.

"Sure!" he agrees. "You know I do 'em all the time, for my podcast. Can it wait a few minutes, though?"

I assure him I'm not going to interrogate him tonight, that I meant to schedule for another time. He looks relieved, pulls some rolled-up t-shirts out of his bag and spreads them out on the merch table, scribbling in Sharpie that they’re available for at least a $10 donation to the Ché. Again I am impressed by his gentility.

I email to ask if I might pick his brain at his "Super Amazing Happy Funtime Night" at Bar Eleven. The poster for the event intrigues me; someone pasted his torso onto a horse's body. He looks natural as a centaur. "Sure!" comes the scarily succinct reply again. I hope the whole interview won't go this way of brevity.

I sip a Monkey Paw Sweet Georgia Brown Ale while he painstakingly plots the trajectory of his projector. Then he upends a bag of 99-cent store toys: 20-piece puzzles, bubble wands, foam airplanes, barrels o' monkeys, and paint-by-numbers on all the bartops and booths. I grab bubbles. Then, again, he retreats to the corner and pulls on... a gorilla suit. Only then does he visibly relax, stationing himself in between the turntable and the bar. The smirking bartender, Justin Bess, hands Crow a beer. I start with what I hope is an innocuous question: why the gorilla suit? 

“’cause I hate thinking about what to wear,” he states matter-of-factly. I blink, at a loss. He adds that often he wears it around the house and forgets to remove it between home and the recording studio.

He downs a draught, then pauses and looks at his cell phone. “My Words are piling up,” he laughs, showing the screen with a long list of Words With Friends requests.

He busies himself in switching vinyl – so far I've heard King Crimson, Metamatics, Nomeansno, The Locust, Dead Ghosts, Electric Light Orchestra, and Neil Young. Does he remember the first album he bought?

"The soundtrack to Over the Edge, a phenomenal movie," he answers immediately. "It's the truest movie about the seventies I've ever seen. Cameron Crowe called it the greatest soundtrack ever. And I spent a lot of money on The Ramones and Cheap Trick."

A glance at the stream of videos on one screen informs me that "Your Masonic friend thinks very highly of you! You should be proud!"

"Where do you find this shit?" slips out of my mouth before I think about it. He chuckles: "I delve."

I inquire as to when he realized his voice is such a beautiful instrument.

“When I was a kid, I always thought I was gonna be a guitar player. The first band I was in [Heavy Vegetable], we didn’t know who would sing, so we’d take turns. I remember we’d go into the bathroom, which we thought would have an awesome reverb effect – which it didn’t -- and sing into this machine, and there was this giant boa constrictor living in the bathtub –"

I can’t help but interrupt. A boa constrictor?

“Yup," he affirms without elaboration, and rattles on: "And I’m standing over the toilet, all wrapped in this snake, with a drink in one hand and a mike in the other, trying to sing this dumb song – everyone liked it. And I thought, ‘Oh, okay.’”

He notes, in fact, that he likes his singing voice but despises his speaking voice as “super-annoying.” I respond that his speaking voice is very pleasing and radio-friendly on his podcast.

“That’s super-edited,” he replies. I shoot him a doubtful look. “Well, I’m being hyperbolic,” he admits.

A Western saloon-fight with dogs as cowboys starts up on the screen, and I remember that Crow said in an interview with popmatters.com (Contrary Opinions) that he does not like dogs.

In the same interview he says he dislikes the Beatles, confessing that “It’s also just really fun to tell people that you hate the Beatles and watch them flip out.” I wonder, therefore, if he’s merely being "hyperbolic" to be provocative. I mean, who doesn’t like dogs unless mauled when young? Does he really hate dogs?

“Ummm, nah," he says vaguely, distracted by a stubborn wrapper on a velvet paint-by-numbers set. "Well, it just depends,” he hems.

He seems disinclined to explain what makes a dog odious or not, so I switch gears. On the cover of his newest solo album, He Thinks He’s People, one of his signature illustrations shows a stick-figure in the doghouse under a starry sky with two feeding bowls labeled “calzones” and “Speedway Stout.” Is Speedway Stout his favorite local brew? “Pretty much. But it’s not something I could drink twenty of in a night.”

I ask, does he get his calzones from Etna’s?

“Noooo, no Etna’s,” he intones firmly. “Luigi’s. Not Pizzeria Luigi’s, who does have the best pizza in San Diego, but Luigi’s At the Beach, in Mission Beach… I’m from New Jersey; I know my calzones. Every year my family and Pushead’s meet to go there.” My eyebrows shoot up, and he pauses to gauge my reaction. “You know who that is?”

I nod. Pushead is a fixture in the heavy metal and punk scene. I best know him for his grotesquely gorgeous Metallica album art which features skulls, twisted body parts, and lots of fire and ooze and gore, beautifully rendered, a stark contract to Crow’s signature stick-figure art.

I mention off-hand that the San Diego Reader called his cover art 'crass.' His eyes flash and his heretofore soft voice increases an octave. “You know, I’ve never NOT been misquoted in those two magazines [the Reader and the San Diego City Beat]."

The white stick figure upon a black background is Pinback’s little unassuming avatar. After a show at the Belly Up I had watched Crow dutifully draw dozens of the unique pictures on tickets, stolen set-lists, and whatever else fans brought up to him. I ask him now, why a stick figure?

“Early in Pinback’s career, we wanted to do everything ourselves,” including album art. He pauses, meditatively, then surges on: “I feel the stick figure represents the Everyman, with all its foibles or alienation or loneliness… it means a lot to me in its sameness. It’s zeroing in on the darkest parts of mortality."

I in no way expected such a profound, introspective reply, and before I feel I’ve grasped it, he continues: “I think art’s pure escapism. It shouldn’t be the purpose of art to really express joy. I mean, through art one should know what true happiness is; but once you know the real states – this whole life-deathy thing we’re in – it becomes this mobius strip…” He trails off and laughs shortly.

“I’ve been in a mid-life crisis since I was 18… manaically depressed. I don’t want to call it a perpetual e-motion-al machine, because that’s just horrible –“ I stop him to demur, because I love wordplay. He shakes his head and continues:

“But to not be able to enjoy the best parts of life because it’s all worthless… worthless!... there’s no hindsight in death – even wasting your time feeling shitty about it is just a waste of the time you have left but you STILL don’t feel great – it’s endless feedback.”

I think of the song “Scalped” from his album. Crow’s plaintive, prophetic voice cants, “I suggest you don’t waste your time... /Don’t kneel to the alter.” When I first read this line, I thought “alter” as opposed to “altar” was merely a [sic] in his handwritten lyrics, but now I think he punned on purpose, implying one shouldn’t live in a constant off/on, binary state. When happy, be happy: don’t dwell upon sadness, or impending mortality. And conversely, if sad, then address it and embrace it, as Crow does with his music.

Then again, maybe he’s just a weak speller. But given his penchant for Words With Friends, that’s improbable.

Does he mind that his solo album wrapper boasts a sticker declaring it "The new album by one-half of Pinback!"? He blinks; it's news to him.

"Does it?... No, I don't mind. What I DO mind is when they call me the Pinback 'Frontman.' It's 100% a collaboration." [with Zach Smith] I ask if he attended Torrey Pines with Smith.

"Errrrr, I got kicked out of all the schools in Oceanside," he states somberly.

Crow's buddy Tony Gidlund, who has listened to my questions with half-lidded and somewhat suspicious eyes, mutters something to Crow, who notes they might not make it. I look at him quizzically. “In-N-Out," Crow explains. "We always try to hit it before they close.” I ask him what he gets, because every late-night fast-food aficionado I know ritualizes what they order, especially after a solid drinking bout of the sort he put in tonight. “Grilled cheese with onions” is the reply.

“Are you vegetarian?” I venture. “Yup! I used to be vegan, but I couldn’t keep it up – It’s awesome, though. I recommend it.”

“But I love eggs,” I frown, “and besides, the chickens GIVE us the eggs, don’t they?"

He looks thoughtfully at his beer and says, “You’re very close to a Woody Allen monologue right now.”

He seems wont to self-effacing mannerisms. His 2007 solo album Living Well features a song called “I Hate You, Rob Crow." He flips off his own reflection in a recent video, “Sophistructure” (a perfect slice of his hypnotic mesh of visual and sonic). And he introduces his podcast, "Rob Crow's Incongruous Show," by styling himself "San Diego's Foremost Overrated Indie-rock Manchild!"

Meaning to explore this theme of self-flagellation, I instead blurt that I think he’s brilliant. Incredulous, he leans over asks me to repeat myself, then utters a short ironic bark of disbelief. “What?! Look at me! I’m in a monkey suit playing with dinosaurs!”

When I mention this to my pub-mate on the right, she nods sagely and says, “He doesn’t revel in himself. He’s an artist but not... pretentious. He’s a creative genius. I mean—“ she breaks off and gestures at one of the screens, currently occupied by a band of skeletal warriors from Jason and the Argonauts who, eerily, are shimmying to the death metal music in perfect time.

As he's packing up, he mentions that today was technically his one day off. "I should've spent it with my mother," he says, mostly to himself. I ask him how his wife feels about his late-night solo projects, and he says that as long as her vampire shows have recorded correctly, she is content.

I ask him if he liked having the last name ‘Crow’ growing up. “No, I didn’t enjoy it especially.” I tell him I really like crows, and instead of giving me the odd look most normal folks do, he says, “The other day there were 43 crows in my yard.” He counted them? “Yup. But when I went to get the camera and they flew away.” Typical Crow behavior.

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Young Flame - Mark - Chapter 4

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Three days later

‘Y/N! Taeyong hyung told me to tell you to get ready.’

A voice you recognised as Sicheng’s said.

‘What on earth for?’

‘School~’

‘Oh wait I should be more specific, it’s home schooling. All the dreamies have to go too~’

‘Right I’ll be as fast as I can!’

You yelled, jumping out of bed and running towards the closet.

‘Taeyong we have quite the doodler over here.’

‘Is this really how you picture me as a wolf?’

He muttered amused by your drawing, you lightly smiled up at him and gave him pleading eyes in hopes you wouldn’t get into trouble.

You nodded and rose from your seat following the rest of the boys who had already made it out of the room.

‘Can we just talk about how Y/N is totally Taeyong’s favourite.’

Haechan suddenly said making everyone sit up and face him. They all nodded in agreement, even Mark which surprised you as you always saw him as the favourite.

‘How can you even say that I’ve been here for like 0.4 seconds?’

‘It’s been four days what are-’

‘Y/N what’s the matter? You’ve turned really pale… Haechan go get Taeyong and Jaehyun, quickly!’

Jeno stand down you know Hansol doesn’t mean harm

But alpha he-

Stand down

Right okay alpha

‘Mark take Jisung inside, Renjun you take Chenle we can’t be having him get over excited. Jaemin Haechan stay and Y/N…You should probably go in as well.’

Y/N? Is she a human? You let a human stay in a house full of supernaturals are you insane? You even have a vampire did you not think about this? You’re putting her in danger by keeping her here.

‘I’m not in danger.’

‘You, you understand them?’

Taeyong asked you and you nodded, noticing the attention was on you yet again.

‘Okay well just wolves, go get sorted please and change we’ll talk about this inside. Y/N wait in the small hall for us, we need to talk.’

Everyone sat in silence their brows burrowed with concentration. You felt self concious knowing they were thinking about you and your new found talent, you didn’t want to speak up about it though.

‘I…You…We should… Y/N. I think I know why I was able to reach you when you needed help.’

‘Taeyong can’t usually hear human’s prayers for help, not unless there’s something special about said human.’

‘Okay, where do I sign up?’

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