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illwynd · 14 days

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Utgard-Loki's Tale

I finally got to perform this thing tonight, so I guess it has reached its final form.

This poem is inspired by the traditional Icelandic rhyming poem Lokrur. My adaptation uses a bastard Kalevala metre (trochaic tetrameter), with various features of both Finnish poetry (repetition and alliteration) and Icelandic poetry (alliteration and abundant use of kennings and other wordplay), and I developed it specifically for spoken performance, in accordance with the way the story would originally have been passed along. There's some really geeky shit in here.

Also my thanks to @obligate-rebel who gave me a thumbs-up on an earlier iteration of it :D

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By men I am called Utgard-Loki

Outlands’ trickster, apt in magecraft,

Skilled in spells and in shape-shifting

One who worked his tricks on wanderers

One who wickedly deceived them

When to his threshold gods came calling

You see, all Thor and Loki knew about me was that I throw all the best parties—what else is there to do when you live way out in the Outlands?—but everyone in attendance has to be the best there is at whatever it is they do, so these two gods... they thought they’d crash my party, cause some trouble, start some fights, show me who’s boss in my own house, and I had to figure out a way to get them to head on home without actually starting a war, because, y'know, that would tend to put a crimp on the party scene. So do you want to know how I managed that trick?

Surely you have heard them tell it?

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard about Thjalfi, swiftest,

Tricked in foot-race versus Hugi

Passed by one who treads so lightly

Or the contest of the mighty

Rymr, he who calls the thunder,

Put his lips upon the vessel

‘Pon the cup all full and frothy

Froth as white as salty sea-foam

And the thirsty draughts he drew then

Drained the horn—of but a mouthful!

So it seemed by liquid’s level

Sore was he, Midgard’s protector

Falling short in simple trial

Surely you have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard how Loki, sly and clever

Set his hunger versus Logi

Chowing down along the trencher

Met the two with crumbs between them

Drawing even, feasts devoured

Loki patting bulging belly

Smirking with his smile ‘broidered

Met they then—but skinny Logi

Ravenous as wolf in winter

He had eaten all the meat…

And all the bones… and all the trencher!

Thus was Laufey’s heir defeated!

And you must have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recount it

How the grim one’s son continued

Put him forth another challenge

Boasting of his strength of body

Strength indeed of all his sinews

I set before him then the mouser

Tomcat’s father, hearth’s wee tiger

Purring on the floor before him

That he should test his might upon it

Asa-Thor bent low to grasp it

Bent to wrap his grip around it

Struggling with grunts of effort

Grunting as he tried to lift it

But one paw he barely shifted!

One paw raised above the tiles!

Purring still the feline bore it

As Baldr’s brother failed to heft it!

Fury gripped lord of Bilskirnir

And in his anger bade another

Challenger be brought before him

Said I then I thought my mother

In her youth a wrestler had been

But in her dotage still might suit him

Wroth was he with red beard bristling

Stomping on the mat before him

As Elli hobbled to her corner

But soon she did contrive to hold him

Hold him fast with arms around him

Arms like bands of stubborn iron

Till his knee did bend beneath him

Shamed was Grimnir’s lauded kinsman

Beaten so by woman wizened!

Tell me those are not the stories

More or less as you have heard them

But one voice has not been cited

One has not been heard to tell it

That is me. And if you’ll heed

I’ll tell the legend as I lived it

And each contest I’ve recounted

—true it is that I deceived them

Wanderers of Aesir kindred

But look at it from my perspective

Behold for but the briefest moment

Consider how I first had found them

Sheltering in fingers’ caverns

Cowering within the leather

Where the last night I had left it—

I swear I did not mean to wound them

Or to frighten with my snoring

I was merely heedless taken

Heedless of their headstrong journey

Thus I met them in the morning

Waking to their faces frowning

Trying to be most disarming

Not to give them cause for worry

Then they asked ME where the pathway

To the hall of Utgard-Loki!

I saw it full, the very future

Of which I’d had no foretelling

For they queried after speaking

‘Mongst themselves of doom impending

Doom that they would deal that monster

Dwelling in those halls unknowing

Well!

I endeavored to dissuade them

Placing in their path obstructions

Surely less than cruel misfortunes

Set before them my conditions

If they’d travel with my guidance

They would travel by my schedule

I would call the halts and respites

I would carry all provisions

Thus I handed them frustration

Goaded them to resignation

Alas the doggedness of gods

Was not within my calculations

So, if they’d not be dissuaded

Then ‘twas I must scheme before them

How to meet their whim for action

Without inviting my destruction

Thus I pointed them to pathway

To the door of Utgard-Loki

Once apart I shed illusion

Readied all in preparation

Waited till they came a-hailing

Thunder roaring at my doorway

And ‘twas I that granted entry

Though they did not recognize me

As they came to show their mettle

Prove their might in any challenge

Fain was I to meet their boasting

With my own skill in devising

Thus I placed the end of vessel

From which Odin’s son drank freely

Down upon the dolphin’s doorstep

Thirst could never be so mighty!

Not to drain the fishes’ highway

In this way I meant to thwart him

Meant to tactfully confound him

Meant to make him long for Asgard

Not to linger ‘neath these timbers

Then, said I to ember’s elder,

Let me place on you deception

Garb yourself in Aesir aspect

Shape the hungry tongue within you

Solid where your spark did flicker

That Laufey’s son so sly and able

Might not swiftly recognize you

As he sits down at the table

Thus I spake to Munin’s brother

Of the planned dissimilation:

Wrap yourself in men’s attire

From the ash-wood make your raiment

Lace your boots of supple leather

Then set foot upon the pavement

There to meet Toothgnasher’s wounder

There to race against him striving

Round the path of mead’s lacuna

Thus alike I worked enchantments

On the great snake Midgardsormr

On that serpent world-encircling

One that Thor once snared while sailing

Scales reshaped to furry shoulders

Still he hissed alike I tell you

That one trait you might have noted

Naught else of his essence showing

And then came the last contender

Gracious guest of all the prudent,

Spoils of the years’ survivor

By her leave I did conceal her

Veiled her hair in moonlight’s metal

Bent her back like twisted tree-limb

So Harbard’s son would be no wiser

When she set her hold upon him

In the aftermath of trials

Egos soothed with ale aplenty

I revealed to them my secret

That they would not feel too cheated

Nor would they feel too affronted

All I wished was their forbearance

Parting then as friendly rivals

So they would crave not for vengeance

For Jotuns have our share of talents

Our own place on World-Tree’s branches

Spells apart from gallows’ knowing

More are we than Aesir’s foemen

There my tale is near completed

But if my tongue’s allowed to waggle

Somewhat more of gods and giants

And the bitter blood between us

Just a few words I will venture

Fury, I have surely felt it

Anger aching for requital

For accounts all to be settled

Quenched with blood the battle’s metal

But I’ve seen no better ending

Not for bards and not for swordsmen

Than to sit by fire flaming

Telling tales with close companions

Ale in hand and sated, cravings

And all the stars above bright-blazing.

#norse mythology #poetry #my fic

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dollyyun · 2 months

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 12

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: abuse, violence, expletives, angst, heartbreaks, drama.

WORD COUNT: 10k+

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

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I haven't been in the right state of mind since last week's incident. With Jungwon leaving Seoul, some of the guys had ulterior motives towards me and Sunghoon. It fucked me up so badly that there were moments when I couldn't physically do anything and just unmoved from my bed.

Surprisingly, Minhyuk didn't demand my presence in the room where he punished me for my incompetence. Jihyun, on the other hand, had been relentlessly berating me for my mistakes and how the incident should be a lesson learned to me that I could only trust my family. It's fucking ironic, because I don't even trust the people with whom I share the same blood here in the first place.

Presently, I'm at my secret hideout, which is a garage that is equivalent to the size of the mansion's living room. As I rest on the mini couch with my head on the armrest and my arm draped over my eyes, I begin to collect my thoughts as I bask in the silence. I have been here since the first sunrise.

The Grand Prix will happen tonight, and I need to get my shit together if I want to prevail against my competitors. But my mind will always drift off to them.

The rational part of me understands why they did what they did, but the other part of me still reels from the heartbreak. To learn that they only began to become closer to me just to get me to lower my guard and cause distractions hurts me more than it should.

I mean, when I think about it, it is hypocritical of me to feel enraged and heartbroken when I am to blame as well. I willingly allowed myself to fall for their allure and for them to use me as they pleased. I'm at fault for being utterly weak and a fool for being desperate to get crumbs of their affections.

Tears start to sting in my eyes as I grit my teeth. Despite how much the truth hurts me and how badly I want to hate them, I can't. In the end, they were victims as well.

"Stella!" I hear Aera calling for me in such desperation from the outside. "Stella!"

I remain unmoving from my position as I had the door unlocked. Aera's footsteps rush towards me, prompting me to remove my arm away from my eyes before they stop at Aera, who is dressed in a racer fit with the exception of her high-waisted checkered skirt.

Earlier, I caved in and returned Aera's texts. She had been relentlessly trying to call me and get me to talk to her, but I refused. Eventually, she revealed that she didn't know anything.

I offer her a weak smile as I pat the empty space at my side, where she sits before embracing me in a hug. I sigh, hugging her tighter. At least I still have one last friend.

"Before you say anything, just know that I gave my brother an earful of reprimanding." Aera frowns after she pulls away from the hug. "I can't believe they would do this. I expected better from Heeseung."

"I'm not certain if I can blame them entirely." I chuckle dryly. "I've been thinking and collecting my thoughts. The guys, including your brother, are victims as well."

"But that doesn't justify the fact that they had ulterior motives towards you in the first place." Aera counters, scowling. "If they weren't cowards, they would've rebelled against those with power. Heck, even I rebelled, which resulted in me getting disowned just recently."

I look at her with my eyes widening. "What happened?"

"I confronted my parents about their schemes, and we were in such a heated argument that even Heeseung tried to intervene. They also disapproved of me being friends with you and forbade me from seeing you, but I wasn't about to let them control my life." Aera sighs. "Which then resulted in me getting disowned by my parents."

My eyes turn crestfallen. "I'm so sorry, Aera."

"Hey, it's fine. Don't feel bad." Aera grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly. She gives me a faint smile. "Plus, they haven't been the ideal parents to me since I was young. I was just there merely for decoration. Heeseung's the apple of their eyes."

I sigh and am about to speak, but Aera cuts me off. "Stella, listen," She places her hand on my shoulder as she looks at me with firm eyes. "Whatever happens, I'll always stick by your side. Wherever you go, I'll go too."

Tears well up in my eyes. "Really?"

"Truly." Aera smiles. "Us girls got to stick together."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The circuit where the Grand Prix is held is more massive than I expected. After Aera and I parted ways as she joined the other spectators, I'm with the other racers, loitering at the automat. I don't know why I feel disheartened when I don't see any sightings of familiar faces.

With the empty can in my grasp, I slowly crush it before averting my gaze from the other racers who are mingling about and making my way towards the rubbish. I toss it inside and turn around, but my heart stops beating momentarily when I come face-to-face with Jaeyun. My first love.

He appears to have been running, given how he is panting lightly and sweats trickling down his temple. His dark hair is slightly tousled, making me want to adjust it, but I refrain from doing so.

"Stella, I need to tell you something." He starts off, but the moment he speaks, I look away from him and attempt to walk away. "This is important!" He tugs at my wrist, causing me to jerk from his sudden touch.

I look at him with a scowl. "What do you want─"

"Rena was spotted earlier." Jaeyun cuts me off with a sense of urgency. "She was seen where we racers stationed our vehicles."

I kind of had a hunch that she would be here, considering how she wouldn't stop pestering me for the past few days about the Grand Prix and how it'll be the night I will remember.

"So what?" I ask bluntly, which throws him off guard. "Thanks for this important information."

"You don't understand, love." Jaeyun says in frustration. "Don't you know your sister? She could've done something deplorable tonight that might concern your safety."

"Even if she did something, why do you care?" I let out a shaky breath.

Jaeyun's eyes glisten. "I never stopped caring about you, love."

I look away from his eyes, because the longer I stare into them, the stronger the urge to return to his arms. "Then stop caring." I turn my back on him while tears brim in my eyes. "I did."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Determination and tenacity sizzle through every fibre of my being while my clutch on the steering wheel tightens with resolve. The blaring sound of the exhaust of my engine blares just as loudly as the other cars on the circuit.

My eyes shift to the rear view mirror, noticing Jaeyun's car approaching from behind. My foot presses down the accelerator pedal, refusing to lose against him or even some of them. Currently, I'm against seven competitors, including Jaeyun, Riki, and Sunghoon. Just earlier, I saw the bunch of them together, but I refrain from going to them just like I used to.

Focus, Stella. My better instinct tells me as my eyes harden. You can't afford to lose.

My hands multitask, going into auto mode as they operate the functions with competency. I manage to overtake Sunghoon, but there are still three cars ahead of me. Suddenly feeling a little breathless, I slide up the visor of my helmet to get some air, but it isn't enough.

I begin to cough as my throat begins to feel dry before I finally notice how the interior of my car seems misty.

"Stella." I hear Junho's voice speaking into my ear, as I have an earbud inside. "You're slowing down and losing momentum. What's wrong?"

"I'm fine." I cough once more before I grit my teeth in annoyance. "I was a little distracted."

"Focus, Hwang. You know you can't be distracted." Junho says sternly. "Make me proud. Make your uncle proud."

It's as if the mention of my uncle is the triggering point, and before I know it, I pick up the velocity, zooming past each car as though it's a vigorous beast. Sweats trickle down my skin while my heart is having palpitations.

After successfully leaving the other racers in the dust, I attempt to decelerate my car as I realise how fast my car is going, but as I hit the pedal break, nothing changes. The speed remains the same. I begin to panic, trying everything in my power to reduce the speed of my car, but to no avail.

"Stella! You're going insanely fast!" Junho's urgent voice doesn't help to alleviate what I'm feeling either.

"I can't!" I choke out as tears spring from my eyes. "Something's wrong with the functions!"

Then I hear nothing from Junho. I try again, again, and again, but nothing is working. This has never happened before, and I'm guessing Rena did something to my vehicle. I don't know if I will make it out alive.

Thud!

I almost let go of the steering wheel due to the impact I received from the side. I look out the window, and my eyes widen when I see Jaeyun's car. It seems as though he's trying to help me reduce the speed despite the fact that there would be scratches or even damages done to our cars, but Jaeyun doesn't relent.

I feel another thud coming from the opposite, prompting me to look and spot Sunghoon's car as well. They're trying to help me.

Both of their cars come closer and closer until I hear loud screeching from the outside. I try to step on the pedal break again, hoping that it'll function again. Upon seeing that the speed of my car doesn't relent, Jaeyun picks up velocity and overtakes me, but in an instant, he does a swift yet dangerous drift, with his car facing me as he drives backwards.

I guess he's pulling the brakes, because the moment the head of my car meets his, I can feel the difference in speed, but it isn't enough to stop immediately. The loud screeching reaches my ears while my heart beats fast in apprehension.

Jaeyun's tactic seems to be working even though the exterior of our cars has been damaged. Just as we're about to slow down to a stop, we hear loud blaring from my side, prompting me to look with wide eyes at two cars heading towards us with no intention to stop.

Alas, both crash into Jaeyun and me, sending our vehicles flying due to the major impact and the speed. Window glasses shatter everywhere, and my ribs start to hurt while my helmet hits the roof of my car, making me lightheaded.

For a moment, stillness envelopes me as I stay in my seat motionlessly with my car now hanging upside down while pain spikes through my body. I feel blood trickling down my head, and my hands are bearing some wounds from the shattered glasses. As my eyelids are threatening to close, the smell of something burning invades my senses.

"Get Stella out!" I hear muffled voices and yelling before the driver's door is forced open.

"Stella!" I feel hands trying to unbuckle my seatbelt in urgency. As soon as Heeseung unbuckles it, he is swift to catch me and attempts to get me out, but I ended up being dragged due to the difficulty of being hanged upside down.

My eyelids are heavy, but I persist, feeling my back leaning against Heeseung's chest while I spot Jay kneeling in front of me as he carefully removes my helmet.

"Stella." Heeseung frantically brushes the strands of my hair away from sticking to my face. My head lolls to the side, feeling heavy, and the fact that my ribcage feels painful.

"Jaeyun." I manage to utter, though in a whimper. "Is Jaeyun safe?" But my eyes shift to the view in front of me, and my heart drops.

Fire is slowly engulfing Jaeyun's car whole, and I spot Jaeyun, who has been dragged away from his car. Half of his face is smeared with blood while he appears lifeless.

"No." I begin to sob weakly as tears flow freely. It was supposed to be only me, not him. He wasn't supposed to get hurt.

"Get the stretchers!" I hear Junho bark out orders while chaos erupts everywhere.

I feel Heeseung's arm go underneath my knees while the other goes behind my back before he carries me in bridal style. He seems to be saying something, but his voice sounds far away. Before I knew it, I had fallen into the rabbit hole.

The paramedics brought Jake, Stella, and the other two racers to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, the other two racers couldn't pull the brakes, just like Stella. Compared to the three of them, Jake receives the most impact, which is why he is now in a critical condition.

"Heeseung!" Aera calls for me, jogging towards us as we wait outside of the A&E room. She pants heavily while her eyes glisten with tears. "Stella and Jake?"

I shake my head at her and sigh deeply as I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. "They're still inside."

"I don't get it." Sunoo, who is seated on the bench, speaks up with a look of despair. "How could this have happened?"

"I'm guessing Rena happened." Sunghoon says as he leans against the wall across from us. His eyes harden. "Before the race, Jake told me about Rena being spotted at where the vehicles are stationed. I'm assuming that she tampered with their vehicles."

"But how?" Ni-Ki asks incredulously. "Unless someone gave her access."

"You're right." Jay approaches us after not being seen anywhere. "Sorry. I've had to do a little investigation and do some reporting on the accident. But Ni-Ki is right. Rena paid some staff to let her in."

"Then she should be put behind bars!" Aera exclaims.

"Don't worry. She's currently being investigated." Jay rolls his eyes. "Although I'm positive her parents will bail her out."

We wait impatiently yet restlessly for the outcome of the next hour.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

After hearing the dreadful news from Jake's doctor, I decide to head to Stella's room with Aera while the guys head over to Jake's. As soon as my eyes settle on her figure, my heart aches at the sight, especially with IV drips inserted into her skin.

Stella looks utterly vulnerable as she rests. I look down at her hands, which are covered in bandages, before I tenderly hold her hand. According to her doctor, she sustained an injury to her ribcage in bruised form, and the side of her forehead needed stitching. She also inhaled some type of substance that caused her to feel dizzy. Other than that, she is fine.

"Jaeyun?" Stella mumbles, startling us as she stirs, finally fluttering her eyes open. "Jaeyun!"

"Hey, hey. It's fine, sweetheart." I move closer to her side with my hand gently touching her forehead. She weeps in silence as tears trickle down her cheeks.

"Where is Jaeyun?" She asks weakly.

I give her a sad smile. "He's in the ICU. He's in a critical condition. He received the most impact."

"He's in a coma." Aera speaks up, her voice sounds shaky. "We don't know if he'll wake up."

At once, Stella releases a sharp sob, and I can only hold her hand, feeling helpless and useless. "It's my fault." Stella cries out. "I was supposed to be the only one to get hurt, not him!"

Neither Aera nor I can offer her words of consolation. Aera covers her mouth as her eyes glisten with tears, getting emotional upon seeing Stella break down.

"He shouldn't have helped me. If he hadn't, he would be safe." Stella holds my hand tighter.

"You know he would. He would always save you in a heartbeat, sweetheart." My voice is barely above a whisper. "Just like I would. Just like any of us would."

Stella shakes her head, whimpering. "I'm not worth saving, Hee."

Upon hearing her statement, my heart seems to be shattering into pieces.

For the past three days, whenever we paid Stella a visit, she would mostly remain silent and stare into spaces. Even as we tried to get her to speak, she would either nod or shake her head. We've been dying to talk to her about what happened at the gala. She needed to know that our feelings for her still remain unchanged.

"I heard from someone that Stella had been discharged from the hospital last night." Sunoo announces as we gather at Sunghoon's crib, but silence is all he receives. With Jungwon gone and Jake in a comatose state, nothing has been the same as it was.

Everything is crumbling.

"Surprisingly, Jake's parents paid him a visit yesterday." Sunghoon attempts to start a conversation. "I thought they wouldn't care, but I was shocked to see his mother shedding tears."

"I feel bad for Charlotte." Ni-Ki says with a frown. "She was crying hysterically at the hospital."

I heave a deep sigh, leaning my back against the couch. "Everything has gone wrong since Jungwon happened."

"He didn't even bid us goodbye." Sunoo's voice wavers while he looks hurtful.

Before anyone can speak, the doorbell chimes repeatedly, followed by a familiar voice calling for us frantically. "Heeseung! Sunghoon! Anyone?!"

Heeseung doesn't hesitate to rush to the main door, which is nearer to the living room where we're at. As Heeseung swings, the door opens, and Aera rushes inside, all sweaty and looking as though she had been chased by a serial killer.

"Who invited you here?" Sunoo attempts to joke, but to our great astonishment, Aera breaks into tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Heeseung immediately holds his sister. "Aera."

"It's Stella." Aera sobs with hiccups, leaving her lips. "She's in danger."

"What?" I step forward, my brows furrowing, while I feel uneasy. "What do you mean she's in danger?"

"Mary called me, telling me to go to the address she sent to me and pleaded to save Stella." Aera tries to even her breathing, but she seems to be going hysterical. "Mary didn't even have the chance to explain everything before I heard her screaming in agony on the line, and─ oh my god."

Heeseung embraces Aera as the latter clings onto him, weeping into his shoulder. "What I heard was horrible before the line went dead." Aera then looks at us with desperation. "We need to save her."

"Of course. Send me the address." Sunghoon answers for all of us. "And you stay here put. You'd be safer here."

"No." Aera shakes her head stubbornly. "I'm coming with you guys. Stella's my soul sister."

"Hoon's right, sis." Heeseung holds her shoulders and looks at her firmly. "I don't want to risk the chance of losing you." Aera's eyes soften before Heeseung leans forward to peck her forehead.

"I'm calling for legal backups." I tell them as I whip out my phone. Thank God I have a close cousin from law enforcement who I know I can trust to help me out.

"Let's go, then."

Initially, I was supposed to be discharged tomorrow, but last night, my parents demanded that my doctor release me early. The doctor, just like any other, was scared shitless by the influence and authority my parents wielded and the fact that they're the Hwangs, so that led to where I am presently, in my bedroom, as I curl my body like a prawn with vacant eyes.

There is no doubt that my parents now know about me being a racer, given how the major incident that happened at the Grand Prix came out in the news and spread out through the media like wildfire. But oddly enough, neither of them has yet to confront me about it. The last thing I heard from my mother was her ordering Mary to take me to my room and have me well rested.

My finger begins to draw a circle on my bedsheet while my eyes follow its movement. I've been lying on my bed for the past few hours after Mary brought my medications and meals. The mansion is peculiarly quiet. Mary did tell me that everyone is in the mansion, but it's weird not hearing Rena's usual whines and my mother barking orders to the pitiful helpers.

I sigh once more before deciding to get up, slowly raising my body while my ribcage throbs, but it's bearable compared to a few days ago. It isn't healthy for me to be cooped up in my room the whole day. I need to exercise a little.

As I open the door, I take a peek outside the hallway, where only two helpers can be seen wiping the dust at every corner. Stepping outside, I begin to make my way down. Since my stomach is grumbling a little, I should check out the fridge so I can munch on anything edible.

But I halt my steps just before I nearly reach the kitchen. I am swift enough to hide myself from their sight behind the wall. I can't help but eavesdrop on them. Rena and Jihyun.

"Mom, don't you think it's time we tell Stella the truth?" Rena asks, and judging by her tone, I can tell she is smirking.

I hear Jihyun sighing wearily. "I don't think it's a good idea, Rena."

"I think it's a splendid idea! She's grown up now, so she should be able to handle the truth!" Rena exclaims. "Besides, she can't keep getting away from all the troubles she's gotten herself into just because she's the heir when she's not even a proper Hwang."

"Rena." There is a warning under Jihyun's tone. "Enough. She's your sister."

"You mean half-sister."

My face contorts into confusion. Half-sister? Is she bluffing?

Rena continues to speak with such disdain. "Since Hyunjin and Yeji are no longer here, I should be appointed as the official Hwang heir, but no. Dad chose Stella. She doesn't even deserve the title when I'm the rightful heir."

I can't take this anymore. I begin to make my way into the kitchen and finally see Rena and Jihyun by the kitchen island. Jihyun's eyes widen at the sight of me, whereas Rena simply raises her eyebrow at me.

"Half-sister?" I start off, and my tone sounds sharp and cold. I look directly into Jihyun's fearful eyes. "Tell me the truth, mother. What did Rena mean by half-sister?"

"Stella, you should be in bed!" Jihyun attempts to distract me with her chastisement, walking towards me and trying to reach for me, but I back away from her. "Stella, please!"

"If you want to know so bad about the truth, why don't you ask father?" Rena suggests, giving me a coy smile while something malicious glints in her eyes. "Go on, sister. He's in his office right now."

"Stella, don't!" Jihyun tries to reach for me again, but I am already walking away despite my rib that still throbs in pain.

After living with them for many years and learning their behaviours, maybe I am falling into a trap, or maybe it's just nothing, but I need to know, especially when it is highly related to the confidential file that I still have in my possession.

Before I know it, I reach outside of his office. I don't bother to knock as I barge into his office. His men at the side seem alarmed by my unwanted presence, but when Minhyuk raises his palm, they heed.

I breathe heavily with my eyes drilling into Minhyuk's forehead while he appears to be nonchalant as he reads through his paperwork. "No more secrets and no more lies, father." A muscle jumps in my jaw. "Tell me the truth behind my birth."

Minhyuk releases a sigh and slowly removes his reading glasses before meeting my eyes. "I've been waiting for you to confront me about it ever since you stole the confidential file."

I clench a fist. "Just go straight to the point, father."

Minhyuk chuckles coldly, enough to bring chills down my spine. "Father. I've always hated you calling me that. I'm sure you're smart enough to put the final pieces together, daughter."

He's implying that since I've read the documents in the confidential file, the final piece is an obvious answer. "You're not my biological father." I state firmly despite my hands, which are trembling from the revelation. "Then who is my biological father?"

"Let me tell you a story about the time when I found out about your mother's infidelity years ago." Minhyuk rises from his seat and strides around the table before leaning his back on the edge of his table, standing across from me. "You see, I've always wanted anything my older brother wanted, including the woman of my dreams, ergo, your mother."

Confusion clouds my head. Why is he suddenly mentioning Uncle Minjun?

"Winning over your mother's heart was easy, and so I stole from him and married her a few years later. When she gave birth to your older brother and sister, I was overjoyed, but then came the responsibilities I had to commit. I got busy with work to the point where I neglected your mother." He continues with a grim look. "I was on a business trip, and your mother got lonely. So she sought comfort in another man's arms, the one who used to be her first love. One thing led to another, your mother got pregnant with you, unfortunately."

I swallow down a painful lump. "If my birth was unfortunate, you should've killed me instead. But you didn't. You raised me in this mansion that doesn't feel like home because you made it hell."

Minhyuk smirks coldly. "I had some thoughts about killing you off, but your mother wanted to keep you. In retaliation, I forbid your biological father from raising you and warned him not to reveal the truth to you. I was lenient enough to allow him to see you and bring you out."

"Uncle Minjun." Tears well up in my eyes as I gasp softly when realisation hits me like a brick. "He's my biological father."

"Yes. My dearest older brother." Minhyuk speaks of him as though he's poisoned. "You were never supposed to find out the truth until the day you die."

"Why?" I allow the tears to flow down. "Even if I'm not your real daughter, we still share the same blood! How could you treat your own blood like this?! For years, I've done everything you asked me to, and I even endured all your torturous ways to tame me." I cry out while my chest starts to hurt. "What even is my sin?!"

"Your existence itself is the biggest sin!" Minhyuk roars at me, finally unleashing the monster that lurks beneath his $1000 suit. "You are a constant reminder of their infidelity!"

I don't even realise that Minhyuk is just standing a few metres from me now. I manage to catch the way his fingers seem to motion to his men, and before I know it, they grab my arms tight, preventing me from escaping.

"Did you know that such infidelity is unacceptable to the Hwangs? And do you know what happens to those who are born because of it?" Minhyuk leans closer to my face, and the emotion in his eyes shakes me to the core. "They die."

"You can't kill me!" I yell, struggling in their grasps. "I'm the heir! You know you need me! I'm the only one who is capable and competent enough compared to Rena!"

"I don't need you. As for my precious daughter, Rena, I'm sure she'll do an exceptional job once she's educated and groomed well." He says. "She's my daughter, after all."

I laugh humorlessly before looking up at him with a smirk. "Yeah, your daughter, alright. Do you know that Rena loved stealing what was once mine? I guess it runs in the blood after all."

A loud smack resonates throughout this room as I find my head turning sideways. My left cheek feels a stinging pain from the impact of his palm.

"Sir." Another of his men barges into the room, but this time, the sound of Mary protesting catches my attention. "I found her eavesdropping outside." He roughly throws Mary to the floor.

"Mary, she's your loyal maid, right?" Minhyuk looks at me with a sinister smile.

My eyes harden. "Don't you dare do anything to her."

"Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to do anything." He chuckles before speaking to his men. "Bring her to the 500 central warehouse and prepare the necessary equipment. Make sure to make it look like an accident."

"What about her?" One of his men asks as he nudges his head towards Mary.

"She'll be dealt with later."

But I scream at Mary, "Mary, run!"

And she does so without hesitation, swift enough to catch one of the men off guard. I hope she'll be able to escape.

"Catch her, you fool!" Minhyuk barks at him before the man quickly runs after Mary.

"What is the meaning of this?" I hear my mother's voice from behind. "Minhyuk! What are you doing?!" For the first time, my mother sounds afraid, as though she fears losing me.

Minhyuk glares at her heatedly. "Doing what I should've done years ago. Undoing your mistake, Jihyun."

The next thing I know, something hard hits my head, resulting in me losing consciousness the instant.

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When I regain consciousness, I find myself at an old-looking warehouse. I wince as my head feels heavy while my eyes flutter, looking at my surroundings. I spot some of Minhyuk's men, seeming to be holding cruets with yellowish-looking liquid as they throw the content on every wall, not missing out anything.

I try to move, but as I glance down, I realise that I've been tied to a wooden chair. I wince when I make the slightest movement, feeling pain from my ribcage that was supposed to heal soon.

"You're finally awake! I got bored of waiting." Rena speaks in a sweet yet sickening tone as I slowly look up to see her striding towards me. My heart rate spikes upon seeing a knife in her gloved hand. "Dad gave me permission to follow his men. I mean, someone has to make sure that you won't be able to make it out alive."

"How could you be this heartless?" I ask, my body trembling in anger and despair. "Even if I'm not Minhyuk's biological daughter, I'm still your sister."

"Blood means nothing to me, especially when that person was born out of infidelity." Rena scoffs. "I've always known that you're my half-sister. Father revealed it to me back in elementary school. I was furious because how could you still live freely when you're a constant reminder of mom's mistake?"

"Then why am I being blamed when I didn't ask for any of this to happen?!" My scream is resounding.

In a blink of an eye, Rena plunges the knife into my left thigh, sending my body into a shock before the pain comes. I scream, crying in agony, as she twists the knife deeper into my flesh. The pain is unlike any other.

"You're right!" Rena speaks beside my ear, taking pleasure in my affliction. "It isn't your fault that you were created because of a mistake." Rena looks at me in the eyes and smiles cruelly before she removes the knife from my thigh, which is gushing out blood. "So allow me to do you a favour by undoing our mommy dearest's sin."

I close my eyes as I await the pain, expecting Rena to stab me once more, but nothing happens. Instead, I hear Rena yelp out, and a commotion happens. As I open my eyes, I spot Sunghoon pinning a hysterical Rena to the ground.

At once, chaos erupts with Minhyuk's men fighting against some police officers while I spot familiar faces that make my heart ache.

"I got you, Stel." Riki's voice speaks behind me as I feel him cutting off the ropes around my body.

"What is happening?" I ask, confused but lightheaded due to the blood loss I'm experiencing. As soon as the ropes around me fall to the ground, I feel my body swaying, but Jay manages to catch me in front.

"We're saving you." Jay murmurs, holding me against him as he tries to steady me, but my legs wobble due to how weak I am.

"But how are you here?" I ask languidly as my eyelids feel heavy.

"Mary called Aera." Heeseung appears in front of me with a small cloth. He kneels down to tie the cloth around my thigh to stop the bleeding before continuing to clear my confusion. "Aera came to us for help, to save you."

I try to stand strong on my feet, but the pain on my thigh is unbearable, and I find myself falling into Heeseung, to whom he holds me steady. I breathe heavily as I'm on the brink of losing consciousness for the second time. "I told you that I'm not worth saving." I say to him.

Heeseung looks at me with his jaw tightening. "And I told you that we'd save you in a heartbeat."

Just as I'm about to protest, a burning smell invades my senses before I look at our surroundings in panic. One of the men manages to set the warehouse on fire.

"Get out!" An unfamiliar man dressed in formal attire barks out from afar. "Find the nearest exit!"

"No!" Rena shrieks from behind before we turn around to see Sunghoon on the ground, with blood gushing from his arm, while Rena's knife is redder, stained with blood. "I won't let you live, Hwang Stella!" Her wild eyes look at me before she charges towards me.

"Run!" Jay attempts to drag me with him, but due to my injury, I stumble and fall to the ground. Frantically, I turn around to see an incoming Rena with the tip of the knife pointed towards me.

"Stella!" Jay shouts for me in mortification while I pathetically try to back away.

But Heeseung is swift enough to grab Rena by her arm with ease and pull her away from coming towards me. As Jay tries to help me up, I watch in horror as Rena and Heeseung brawl on the ground. She reaches out for the knife frantically.

"Heeseung!" I yell, the fear in my voice is apparent as he avoids her attack, but in a blink of an eye, she plunges the knife into his stomach, making me cry out for him for the second time.

Boom!

A sudden explosion erupts. I look up in horror. The warehouse is starting to fall apart.

"Ni-Ki! Get Stella out of here!" Jay orders before I feel Riki's presence from behind. Without a word, Riki carries me in a bridal style while Jay runs away.

"Riki! Some of them are still inside!" I cry out, tears streaming down my face.

"Your safety is our top priority, Stel." Riki clenches his jaw while his eyes glisten with tears.

"No!" I cough due to inhaling the smoke that is becoming thick. "We need to save them!" But my plea goes unheard as he continues to find a way out.

"Ni-Ki! Here!" Sunoo is standing by an open door, calling for us. Riki immediately makes a run for the exit, but he almost drops me when there is another explosion. Finally, we manage to exit from the warehouse, but the second they step foot outside, the entire warehouse bursts into flames, resulting in us falling to the ground due to the explosion.

I groan in agony at the impact as I lie on the ground. I look to my sides, noticing Riki unconscious while Sunoo is wincing in pain. We can feel the heat of the flames from this distance.

"Riki." I whimper, my hand trying to reach out to him, but I wince at the pain shooting in my shoulder. My head feels heavy, and I don't even know if I can hold on any longer.

"Stella, hold on." Sunoo's hand grabs mine, but even his grasp feels weak.

Maybe we were never meant to have our own happy ending, as long as they were tied to me. My heart rate seems to be slowing down while my surroundings have become a blur. I hear muffled shouts in the background as my eyelids finally give up on me.

Then, comes the silence as well as the familiar darkness that I can now call a friend.

Am I alive? Or am I dead? I don't know. My surroundings are painted in obsidian. But if I am dead, then why do I feel such warmth coming from someone while my ears are slowly picking up to the sounds of my surroundings?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I'm not dead. Relief washes over me like a tidal wave. But I can't seem to move as my body feels heavy. I know for a fact that I am capable of making a movement, but it is as if my body refuses to cooperate with me.

Come on, Jake. Move!

Finally, I feel my fingers twitching. Then comes a familiar voice that exclaims in shock. "Jake Oppa!" Charlotte. "Jake's awake!"

After much determination, I manage to flutter my eyelids open but groan at the blinding lights on the ceiling. My body still feels weak, and my throat feels dry as sand. Heck, I feel like I've been brought back from the dead.

"Jake!" Sunoo greets me at the side, hovering over my figure. Tears glisten in his eyes as he smiles down at me. "I'm glad you're awake."

"Oppa." Charlotte holds my hand as she weeps. "I've missed you so much."

With Sunoo's assistance, I slowly sit up with my back leaning against the headboard. I take a look at Charlotte with a frown on my face as I notice how she has grown a little taller. "I've missed you too, Char."

I run my fingers through my hair, but I feel startled by how long the strands are. I look at Sunoo with visible confusion. "How long was I asleep? Weeks?"

A grim expression etches on Sunoo's face. "You were in a coma for eight months, Jake."

It feels as though time has stopped around me. My face drops, as does my heart. I can't believe that I've been in a coma for so long.

"You were in a critical condition. We even thought you wouldn't make it." Sunoo tells me with sad eyes. "But the doctor informed us that you were trying to fight. So we stayed hopeful."

"He's right, Oppa." Char rubs her eyes.

I sigh deeply. "I guess I must've missed out a lot." I chuckle, but I am only met by silence before I dart my eyes at the two. "What? I haven't missed out that much, right?" I still jest. "I can't wait to meet the rest, especially Stella. God, Stella. I haven't even given her a proper apology."

"Oppa," Char tugs at my hand. "Unnie isn't here." She says quietly.

A frown tugs at the corners of my lips. "What do you mean?"

"It means she isn't here, Jake." Sunoo mutters. "She's gone."

The only sound that can be heard in the moment is the sound of my shattering heart.

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d3sertdream3r · 8 months

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I really liked the Ahsoka show but it also felt kinda weird to me idk what did you think of it?

I have the same feeling as you, anon. Overall I liked the show, but I didn’t love it. There was a lot going on mythically/symbolically, but it didn’t all land narratively for me.

First of all, there was a big Lack of Backstory™ problem going on through the whole thing.

There was a lot of telling and not nearly enough showing. Ahsoka and Sabine are supposed to be the emotional heart of the story, but we don’t know anything about their history besides vague references.

We see in the first couple of episodes how much Sabine loves Ezra, but the general audience doesn’t have a clue who he is and once she finds him, it’s just business as usual. Their hug was great but for those who don’t know their backstory (and even people who do), it doesn’t really hit emotionally because there wasn’t enough time spent on showing their relationship in live action and them getting to know each other again after a decade apart.

We didn’t learn anything about why Morgan is so desperate to bring Thrawn back despite the fact that the Empire eradicated her people. We didn’t learn anything about how they knew each other before he was yeeted to another galaxy.

We don’t know much about Baylan and Shin’s relationship either. They’re cool and mysterious, and that’s about it. He tells her he trained her to be something more and then decides to leave her on her own in the very next episode to take her place in the new Empire. Why wouldn’t he take her with him if he wanted her to be something more?

I understand that this is part of a larger story, but every season of any show should have solid character arcs that tie into their series character arcs. I just personally didn’t feel like the character arcs were developed enough this season, largely due to Filoni not delving into anybody’s motivations beyond surface level.

I think having flashbacks between Ahsoka/Sabine and Ezra/Sabine would’ve helped a ton. It also would’ve been a good idea to have a Rebels recap at the beginning of the first episode for those that didn’t watch the show. Kenobi had a Prequel recap that was gorgeously edited and summed everything up before diving in.

As far as the cast:

EMAN ESFANDI IS THE LOVE MY LIFE!!! I adored every single scene he was in, every single mannerism and facial expression he made, his smile gives me butterflies, and his curls are to die for.

Natasha as Sabine was really good, but her character needs work. She didn’t translate nearly as well as Ezra did into live action imo, which is not Natasha’s fault at all. It was 100% a writing problem for me. The first two episodes nailed her character, but as the series progressed she started to flatten out.

Rosario feels really stiff to me. I don’t know if it’s her or the writing or both. I’m not familiar with much of her work, so I can’t really say. She just seemed really apathetic about everything despite her dialogue saying otherwise. I really love Ahsoka, so I hope her live action portrayal gets better, whatever the issue is!

Hera was given crumbs, but MEW absolutely crushed it! I’ve seen a lot of people complain about her portrayal, but I thought it was amazing. I need to see more of her immediately!!

Lars is spectacular as Thrawn, but the writing didn’t quite make him as intimidating as he was in Rebels. I want to see Lars get to chew the scenery in the future!

Other thoughts:

I feel like the Baylan/Shin dynamic is kind of what Maul and Ezra would’ve had if Maul found Ezra before Kanan did. I really hope they expand on that, especially since it was mentioned twice that Ezra is like Shin. It’s super interesting!

I want to know why Thrawn is so pro-Empire without any mention of the Ascendancy. I hope they don’t turn Thrawn into a generic mustache-twirling villain. He isn’t AT ALL, and that’s the main reason he’s a fan favorite in the first place.

I need Ezra to be in every Star Wars project going forward! I can’t wait to see him interact with all the other characters in the Mando Era!!

Anakin was awesome, but I needed him to have a deeper conversation with Ahsoka considering the last time they each other, he tried to kill her.

I need Leia and Ahsoka to interact, or at least a reference that they know each other! Ahsoka telling Luke and Leia about their parents (especially their mother) is really important to me!

Jacen is the cutest! Ezra and Jacen are going to be the most cinnamon roll master and apprentice duo of all time!!

PISSED THEY CUT BEFORE HERA AND EZRA COULD HUG!! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL!!!

WHERE IS ZEB?? IS HE SAFE?? IS HE ALRIGHT??

#Damn this got long lol #star wars #ahsoka series #ezra bridger #sabine wren #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #ahsoka tano #thrawn #dave filoni #shin hati #baylan skoll #anon #star wars rebels

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purgetrooperfox-moved-again · 1 year

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leo.... blease give us some myn crumbs , tell us more

aaaa hiiii sorry this took a minute to answer! I don’t have all the details of his character figured out yet but I do have an idea of his role in a narrative 👀

so Myn was born on Iridonia in like 48-42BBY, not sure exactly when yet. he wanted to leave Iridonia. partly as a way to get off Iridonia, he took a job in cargo transport

he was in his 20s during the Clone War and staunchly against the war in general. his philosophy was basically “surely we can all get along if we just stop fighting and talk about what we want/need” – which on one hand, yeah true, but on the other, wasn’t particularly grounded in reality. that will kind of,,, naive optimism drives a lot of his decisions both long and short term, for better and for worse

after the war ended and the Empire rose, his ideal of peaceful conflict resolution was tested and failed. he lost a lot of the props that basically kept him upright – his job, then several of his friends, then his ship, etc. etc. – and found himself back at square one again, with nowhere to go but no place to stay. through some industry contacts, he was eventually able to get hired into a Less Than Reputable smuggling crew in the Outer Rim

there's a gap here where idk what he's doing but working in more underground cells, he started hearing early rumors and rumblings about people who wanted to fight back against the Empire. of course, he dismissed those rumors as nonsense at first, but meeting a group of (highly disorganized, poorly equipped, conflicted over their goal, utterly lacking in plans) rebels planted a seed in his brain

the jobs he took were almost exclusively for different rebel cells after a while, and he developed deep-seated faith in the cause. one of his roles for them was putting out feelers, since he traveled so much, to see how widespread this willingness to fight was. he wasn't exactly recruiting but definitely out there sharing ideas and taking the Galactic pulse if you will

he is. young but not ignorant, naive but not stupid. he believes, fundamentally, in a brighter future. he has a low tolerance for injustice and will absolutely go out of his way to intervene (which can and does get him in trouble with the law). he gets a kick out of gently bullying Nocte when he goes in for emergency care check-ins

he's light in dark times. he's quick to laugh and smile and let go his own burdens. he's a breath of fresh air and cold water on a hot day. he is too good for this world, despite this world

#i'm rotating him in my brain at extreme speeds these days can you tell heehoo #myn gath #leocs #asks answered #i'm fr in the middle of moving so replies are slow!!! psa!!!#wrote this on like. almost no sleep and after a long day sorry if it's incoho #incoherenr #incoherent

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How do you think the Brothers would go about with an MC that acts like a mom/dad? Who do you think would slip up first and call them that?(Although I'm pretty sure we all know it would be Satan 'cuz he is in desperate need of a parental figure-🏃‍♂️)

Parental MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Didn’t think much of it at first. You were extra helpful, and he figured your empathy and attentiveness was just another one of your unfortunate human qualities...Until you scolded him for staying up so late, and he felt kinda whipped? Hello who do you think you are????

Can’t even get mad at you because you’re right, and now for the first time he feels like HE has to apologize?? His brothers are 👀👀👀📸

As much as it bothers every fiber of his being to be told off by a human... you're also so affectionate and attentive that it makes his heart swell. But please stop fixing his collar in front of Diavolo he begs you-

You don't let him resist. This man doesn't know the first thing about self care so it looks like you'll have to beat it into him 💪

It's the little gestures, like making his coffee some mornings or bringing his breakfast to his room, folding his clothes for him and making sure his favorite suit is pressed to perfection, and- ...now he's embarrassed. Please leave him be...

Mammon

There’s so much to get onto this man for its not even funny- His room is always cluttered, he rarely irons his clothes, doesn’t do his chores, his time management is nonexistent...

So you let into him and now he feels like he’s being torn apart by Lucifer-! What the hell is the big idea..?! Ya know you're taking to THE Great Mammon, right??

And when he tries to buck up and yell back at you? You take his PHONE. MC please it was just a prank bro please he’ll clean the tub he swears pelease...,,,

Maybe it's not so bad though. As much as you get on his nerves, you praise and encourage him so much that he can't stay mad. When he needs anything, he naturally just goes to you.

He's starting to get used to being spoiled by you. It's nice, you know? Having someone who derisively cares about his well-being and stuff... N-Not that he's happy about it or anything!

Levi

This man’s self care habits don’t exist, and that means he’s a victim of your parental instincts. His stuffy room needs a deep clean, he needs to eat proper meals, and he needs some fresh air!

Definitely rebels the strongest. There’s no way he’s listening to some normie-! ...Is what he’s say if you weren’t holding Azuki-tan hostage.

You tell him its for his own good and that you care about him, so he can’t really get mad. And this kinda...doesn’t this feel like a specific genre of manga..? Uwaah...

But seriously, being spoiled like this is way too much! You bring him meals to his room, sometimes you help him tidy up, you make sure he's taking care of himself... y-you're not trying to propose, right? He's not taking it the wrong way, r-right??

You thought he was clingy and needy before?? Just wait till he becomes attached to your hip because of all this love. He will literally do things just to get your attention. Oh nooo his room is dirty, please help him clean again oh noooo you're enabling him-

Satan

This man’s sleep schedule is so sporadic, and his room? Atrocious. You’re gonna fix that.

Not without ample resistance, though. It’s always “after this chapter, I promise”, and “Oh? Have you been watching those parenting videos on Deviltube again?” He's not taking it seriously at all-

Smooth about how he ignores your commands, but he finds himself bending a little... It's nice that you care so much about him, but only in moderation.

Satan likes being spoiled, but he'll become annoyed if he's coddled too much. Be careful not to treat him like a child. He's pretty independent in general and has his stuff together, and prefers to be the one spoiling you.

Calls you mom (derogatory) because it's funny-

Asmo

He’s used to being adored, but this is an entirely new thing! You’re so thoroughly interested in his wellbeing that he actually feels kind of... Embarrassed? What a weird feeling...

You coddle and adore him, yet you’re stern when he goes overboard. You nag him to study, and you carefully brush through the tangles in his hair, you fix the tears in his favorite outfits, you bought him that candle he was looking for...

His heart is so full, he can’t keep his hands off of you! Marry him, MC! Give him a kiss! Jokes aside, it's making him feel all giddy, even when you scold him for trying to start a party in study hall.

Really though, you're managing to tame one of the wildest brothers, and that's a feat in itself! Try not to let him take advantage of that-

Beel

He noticed how caring you were right away, and BOI did it make him happy. Beel seems naturally drawn to you, because of your gentle nature and the way you somehow get everyone into line.

They’re happier lately because of you, and he loves it. Even Mammon’s scummy behavior has improved!

But what REALLY gets him are your homecooked meals. They carry that comfort food feel, and he can taste the love in every single bite. It’s so good, it’ll make a grown man cry...

You still scold him when he breaks into the fridge or leaves crumbs everywhere, and he actually feels bad for it 😔 Sorry mom....

Now he usually goes to you for help before he'll go to anyone else. Sometimes he prefers you over Belphie... sometimes. It's not that obvious, but he's definitely become clingy.

Belphie

This brat could use all the gotdamn help in the world, but luckily you seem to have the tolerance of a saint.

His sleeping habits can’t really be helped, but you know he can do better about taking care of himself!

He’s annoying about it and asks you to do it for him. Brush his teeth please. Can you make his bed? Hey, have you seen his pillow? Let him use your lap-

Naturally drawn to you, too, like his bastard soul knows he needs a parental figure to set him straight. Does his best to have you spoil him, but usually falls flat

And when you scold him? He tries to ignore you like he does with Lucifer, but something about your lectures hits different.. Especially when you whip out the “I’m not mad, just disappointed”. He'll linger around and try to do little chores to get your attention, and forgiveness.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Bring Your Kids To Work Day | Post NWH Series P.2

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man No Way Home

Read previous series first | Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Series Pairings & characters: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/Black Cat (romantic), Benny Parker OC, Harry Parker OC, Mary Jane Watson x John Jameson, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson

Content warnings: overall fluff. profanity and banter, mentions of violence and fighting. Slight sexual tension at the end (midnight’s a cockblock). J. Jonah Jameson, Oscorp (Raimi version) | Female reader (she/her) | unedited

Ch. 2 Premise: It’s day one being back from the alternate world, and former costumed crime fighting anti-hero Y/n L/n-Parker is having to get right back to work as co-head of the genetic and scientific research division at Oscorp along side her costumed superhero husband Peter Parker. It just so happens that day is also an in-service day for their twin boys, Benny and Harry—who are in a heap of trouble for using none-approved tech gadgets behind their parents back. The boys should’ve known they wouldn’t be have a relaxing day home from school—not when you have Peter and Y/n Parker as your parents.

Note: please read my previous series first and the first part to this series before reading this, it will just make more sense honestly. I plan to update this series every two days hopefully so please be patient as you wait for updates.

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Mornings in the Parker household were always a hassle. Music blasting, counter full of food, a cat meowing like theirs no tomorrow, and the little family moving around bumping into each other as they get their stuff ready for the day ahead of them.

And today was no exception.

They may have just been in an alternate reality just twenty-four hours ago, but that didn’t change the typical routine they had. Although it may have been a little different given the boys had an in-service day from school. And the fact they were going to their parents work because they decided to be rebels and take unapproved gadgets to another world.

“Boys!!” Y/n yells while walking down the stairs. “You better be ready we need to leave in ten minutes.” She was adjusting the cuff on her suit jacket, the white attire blending in with her hair. “I need to get a new ID, so chop-chop.”

Peter was not too far behind her, his jacket over his arm and fiddling with his tie. Harry was leaving his room, backpack and lap top in hand while Benny was already in the kitchen making himself fried eggs with toast. Midnight was perched on the counter by the windowsill, his tail waving slightly while basking in the sunlight.

Harry skipped into the kitchen, stealing a piece of toast from Bennys plate making him go ‘Hey!’ Before going to scratch midnight behind the ears, making the cat purr with delight. Y/n placed her work bag on the counter, Peter going to fill the cat bowl before the two started going over what the plans were for the day.

“You look nice today,” the man compliments Y/n while placing a kiss to her cheek. She smiles and returns the compliment before he turns to the twins. “Do you boys have what your mother told you bring?” Peter said, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Harry munched on his toast, mumbling a ‘yes,’ while Benny nodded.

“Do we have to go with you guys?” Harry whined, wiping crumbs from his face. “I mean today is our only day off from school—can’t you just take the gadgets and leave us here?”

“No,” Y/n scolded. “You two are coming no ifs, ands, or buts. I told you both multiple times not to use those things until I overlooked them or work on them without my supervision and you disobeyed. So you’re gonna come to the lab and after I see whether or not they are safe to use—that would not cause harm to anyone,” she emphasis with a stern look. “—then you boys can work on them with Carl, Naomi, and your father and I. No exception—end of story.”

“Yes, mom,” they both mumbled. She gave a firm nod, taking the glass of juice Peter handed her—the man giving her a look that read, ‘teenagers.’ It made her roll her eyes by their behavior and she clicked the glass with his before taking a sip.

A few minutes pass before Y/n checks her watch and sees it was already nearing 7:45. She downs the rest of the juice, placing the glass in the sink and snapping her fingers. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late and I still need to get a new ID.” The boys finish the last of their breakfast, the woman taking her bag from Peter and waiting for the boys to be the first to leave the house before following behind them.

Peter locks the door, and they pile into the car with Peter in the drivers seat while Y/n flips the overhead mirror down so she could apply her classic red lipstick. She normally didn’t dress up for work,— and was gonna have her haired pulled up soon with a lab coat covering her, but since she needed to get her picture taken for a new ID, she wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity to not look good.

The drive was quick. They normally didn’t drive all the way into the city and instead parked on the outskirts and either walked the remainder or grabbed the subway if they were running late. Today, they left on time so they decided to walk. Peter held Y/ns hand, while the boys walked in front of them just two paces ahead. It was a little crowded as people were heading into work for the morning.

They were nearing the building when a familiar unpleasant voice rang out. “Parker! Parker there you are!” Y/n couldn’t stop the groan from leaving her mouth, already not in the mood to deal with J. Jonah Jameson. He still looked the same, compared to his alternate bald-headed version. He was dressed in his usual suit and coat, strutting toward the couple.

Benny and Harry stopped, moving to the side of the nearby building to wait for the two. Peter squeezed Y/ns hand, giving her a look of ‘behave, Cat.’ She rolled her eyes, but listened and stayed quiet when Jameson finally approached them.

“Parker,” his grunt voice huffed. “I have been calling you non-stop for over a day! Where have you been, boy? Did you not see what happened yesterday morning?” His question had Y/n turning her head, biting back the smirk wanting to form. Peter glanced at her briefly before turning to face his other—part-time, boss.

“Sorry, Mr. Jameson,” his tone wasn’t really story but the older man couldn’t hear it if he tried. “Yesterday was my day off, remember? I have been a little busy with my other job—it’s been getting pretty hectic at Oscorp so if you were trying to contact me I was more than likely occupied.”

Jameson scoffed, “yeah, well you’re going to have quiet the pile to sort out when you come in tomorrow. The Black Cat was spotted being chased by Spider-Man—I want it the story front cover first thing for the Friday issue. I don’t care what you do, but get it edited and on the streets as soon as possible.”

Peter stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “Right away, sir.” Y/n, having had it with Jameson and his overbearing self squeezed Peters hand and stepped closer to him.

“Hi, Mr. Jameson,” she gave a fake smile. “Nice to see you—.” That was a lie. “I hate to break up this—,“ another lie. “But my husband and I are running late for work—you know, his other job that involves being co-head of an Oscorp division. Yeah, you can catch up with him on the story later.”

Having not even seen the woman—despite her blinding white suit, Jameson stepped back a bit puzzled. Looking between them with a bewildered expression. “Husband?” He repeated. “You two are married? Since when—you never mentioned that you two finally got married, Parker.” Jameson knew they had kids—Peter had pictures of them on his desk, but never knew the two had stayed together all these years.

Peter smirked at Y/n, knowing what the sneaky Cat was doing. “We’ve been for awhile now, actually. Wanted to keep it under wraps—enjoy it for ourselves, you know?”

“Hmmm,” Jameson huffs, looking between them. “Congratulations then.” They both thank him and then he finally sees the boys standing to the side. “Ah—I see you have the boys with you. Is it bring your kids to work day or something?”

“Something more or like it,” Peter replied, glancing over his shoulder to see the twins messing around on their phones. “But speaking of work, we must get going. I’ll get started on that story first thing in the morning, Mr. Jameson.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the man nods with blank look. “I’ll be in touch.” Finally he leaves and Y/n lets out a breath of relief.

“God, I thought he’d never leave,” she gestures for the boys to start walking and the two follow behind. “That man needs to seriously get more editors and stop coming to you for everything. But then again,” her tone takes a more teasing approach. “You are the one who covers Spider-Man.”

Peter chuckles, bringing his arm around to pull her close so he could kiss her head. “Who else is gonna make sure New York doesn’t find out who the Black Cat really is.”

The family reach the Oscorp building with Y/n going straight to get a new ID while telling the three to head straight to the lab. Peter clocks in and gets the boys their visitor passes before taking the elevator to the level where the genetic and scientific research division was located.

After getting her ID—and having to make up a story for why she lost her previous one as well as not being at work the previous day, Y/n pulls on her lab coat and makes her way to the lab. She finds Peter and the boys at one of the stations with a table full of the multiple gadgets and tech laying across it.

“Are these all of them?” She approaches the table, trailing her eyes over the devices.

Benny nods, “Yes, mom. These are all the ones I told you about—the ones I’ve been working on.” He watches Y/n pick up one of the disks—a disk that could stick to someone and send high voltage electrocution to incapacitate its target. It was a prototype, one that needed a lot of work.

But that didn’t stop him from using it in the alternate world—when he was helping another version of his dad stop bad guys.

“I thought I told you not to use or work on this without my supervision,” Y/n brought the disk up to get a better look, seeing how her sons face consorted in confusion.

“How did you know I used that?” He asked “I mean I know I said I used some of these but I didn’t specify.”

Peter cut in, holding up the smoke bomb in his hands. “You’re little run in with the other version of myself made its way back to us, Benny. He asked if the voltage was powerful enough to make someone seize.”

“Oh,” Benny mumbled, shoulders deflating. “B-but I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He defends, looking at his parents. “I really thought I had the range set to an exact amount—it wasn’t on purpose.” Y/n signed, looking at the boy.

“I know you didn’t, honey. But that’s why I didn’t want you using these until I tested them. I knew the voltage would be strong to immobilize an opponent, but that’s why you always have to do a test run of prototypes. Otherwise someone could get really hurt.”

Benny adjusted his glasses, looking at the ground with a frown. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, son,” Peter assures. “Now we know so we can fix what needs to be done in order for the voltage setting to be stable and not too strong.” He looks at Y/n, smirk forming which she mirrors. “Let’s get to work.”

Minutes turned into hours and soon five o’clock was approaching. The day went by fast with the Parkers constructing blue prints, reading files and taking apart before putting back together all the tech needed to find the source of any problem the gadgets had. Y/n and Peter along with a few other colleagues performed the necessary test runs and trials while Benny and Harry drew up designs and formed new ideas for future work.

Benny and Y/n worked on most of the technological aspects while Harry and Peter would focus on the necessary physics and equations. During lunch, they went to the cafe down the corner—laughing at how the morning newspaper was already covering the return of Black Cat—and figured out what they were going to do for dinner.

“Can we get pizza on the way home? From Joe’s we haven’t had it in awhile?” “I’m not in the mood to cook tonight so I’m fine with that.” “You boys had Pizza yesterday morning, how about something else?” “Yeah, Harry. Something else please?” “Ughhhh.”

The last few hours at Oscorp went smooth. They had successful diagnostics and demonstrations with Y/n approving of most of the tech. There were some still in need work so—much to Bennys displeasure—ordered they were to stay in the lab until further notice. She promised the boys they would come back again and they would finish them together—although they still didn’t look to happy.

When five o’clock hit and it was time to go home, they packed up their things and bid goodbye to the other workers in the lab. Peter held the door open for Y/n and the boys, and the family made their way back to the car parked several blocks from the building.

Most people would think Y/ns feet were about to fall off with the heels she was wearing, but she didn’t look like she was struggling or in pain at all. Woman was a pro when it came to a cat walk.

They picked up Chinese food on their way out, the couple walking hand-in-hand like usual and they made it home just before sunset. With the time change it got dark quick, so they wanted to be home before night took over. They sat down together—eating while the food was still hot and made small talk until they went their separate ways.

As night came around, the boys went to their rooms to get any homework done before school the next day and Peter sat on the couch with his laptop in his lap, typing up reports for the day while Y/n tidied up a bit before falling to the seat beside him.

“Tired, darling?” He asked when she snuggled into his side.

Her head shook against his shoulder. “Yeah,” she hums, wrapping her arm against his stomach. “It was a long day, but it was fun to have the boys with us. Bring your kids to work day turned out to be a success.”

“I agree,” he smiled, kissing her head. “We’ll have to do that more—especially because they keep making new things without telling us.” He laughed, thinking about all the blueprints and designs Harry was gushing about. “If we don’t we might find a make-shift lab in the basement.”

“Don’t jinx it, spider,” she warns playfully. “That would surely burn the house down if they do that.” She laughs when he reaches over to knock the wood of the coffee table.

“Just making sure,” he winks, leaning back into the couch. Peter saves the results and closes the computer, placing it on the coffee table before falling to the side and gesturing for Y/n to lay on top of him. She does so eagerly, smiling when he extends his legs and tucks her against him so her back was against the cushions.

She lays her head on his shoulder, placing a palm just over where his heart laid and kissing his covered chest. She feels him nuzzle his face against her hair, before kissing it as well. “You hear that, trouble?”

Y/n squints, straining her ears to listen but turns up with nothing. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly,” he hums in delight. “It’s quiet.” Now she’s giggling, shaking her head as best she could—humored by his antics.

She lifts up a bit to kiss his lips, the man responding wholeheartedly. Oh how addicted he was to her kisses, as she was to his. Her hair was falling against his face, but Peter didn’t care. If anything he loved it cause it gives him the excuse to run his fingers through through the soft locks.

The man groans when she shifts her position, making her straddle his waist so she could press herself closer to his chest. The kiss heats up, but before anything could happen Y/n is pushed away from Peters lips when their cat Midnight springs right between them. He lands on Peters chest meowing, circling before perching right smack on the area between the mans shoulder and the couch—staring up at them with innocent eyes.

Although slightly flustered from the intense make out session the two were having, Peter couldn’t help but laugh at how Midnight was looking at Y/n. It was like the cat was challenging her. Asserting dominance of who the better cat is. It makes the woman scoff, though she also was fighting a smile by being cockblocked by their own cat.

“Excuse me, sir,” she narrows in playful offense. “You’re not the only cat to have this spider’s heart.” The cat just meows again, lifting his hand up like he wanted to swipe her away. She fakes a gasp, hand going to her chest. “Hey, don’t be trying to steal my man now.”

Midnight meows back, and Y/n just huffs shaking her head in disbelief while Peter laughs. “Got cockblocked by our own cat.” He grins up at her while she mumbles, ‘unbelievable.’

She rolls her eyes, reaching over to scratch the animal behind his ears—hearing soft purrs. “Guess you spiders have a way with cats.” A smirk forms on her face and Peter brings her back to lay her head on his chest, while Midnight continues to cuddle them.

“Cats are quiet and spiders are sneaky, darling. If that’s not fate I don’t know what is.”

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drachenfalter · 2 years

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So, time to gather my thoughts and observations about

LABYRINTH RUNNERS:

Right of the bat, we're starting with some Gus Backstory, featuring Willow and how they became friends. Which is great!

For a moment, I thought he was using Oracle magic, but it is Illusion magic. Just really powerful Illusion magic.

Also, we've got a chain of care/good advice, from Willows Dads to Willow to Gus to Hunter and ultimately back to Gus.

Oh, and Mattholomule is back. And he's a multitrack student now!

Also, it seems there was maybe a birthday or something we missed? Was it Willows? Was it Gus? Anyway, Mattholomule was invited.

Some background Lumity, but not enough to overshadow the rest of the episode. Good.

Gus telling Willow to talk clearly to Willow! Willow & Amity team-up! The show finally addressing that lingering resentment, and Willow finally speaking her mind!

Also, the show trying to pull a fast one on the audience with Graye pretending to be a rebel at first, only to reveal it was a trick to try and brand students without their knowledge.

Graye trying to take away Gus Illusion magic, because it was his most powerful magic, and forcing him into a coven he knows nothing about!

(Personally, I wonder what happened/is happening at the other schools right now. Did those students just accept being forced into a coven? Or did they also stand up to Belos?)

And we have some powerful Illusion magic from Gus, and some insidious Illusion magic from Graye.

(Really, Illusionist make for fantastic villains. We're really lucky Gus is on our side.)

Oh, and turns out Hunter didn't become a hobo in Bonesborough, but was squatting in Hexside instead, living on snacks and researching Grimwalkers and stuff.

(Also, how did Bump not notice? Doesn't he have those creepy hall monitors that sniff out trouble anymore? Or was Hunter simply so polite and not bothersome they didn't consider him "trouble"?)

And Hunter still had trouble admitting that he did run away and that he helped Gus because it was the right thing to do.

Short break. But just gonna reiterate, Gus is one powerful witch. And you really don't want to get on his bad side.

Willow is really showing off her power this time as well. Love that for her!

We also get many cute little moments for other characters! Skara getting excited about planning a battle! Emira slipping into Healer mode when she sees Hunter.

Also, the Emerald Entrails helping Hunter escape! (Yes, they weren't named, but it was clearly them.

Bump was also in top form this time! I don't think we ever saw him fight before, but after Escaping Expulsion I'm glad to know that he did stand up for his students this time.

(Though really Bump, this is the second time you let in someone "sent from the Emperor" that tried to take the magic from your students.)

And then we got the BATTLE OF HEXSIDE.

Everyone gets to do something!

Though I also wonder where all other students were. I know, the reason they have to keep this group so small is that they are working with a budget and a limited time frame. But still.

Also, Hexside is now openly opposing the Emperor. Which is kinda scary.

On the other hand, Hexside is a school that once destroyed its rival school rebuilt on the ruins. So, I think Bump might know what to do.

-> Now we've got Team RED, Team Clawthorne and Team Hexside on the side of the Rebellion.

Another Break. Let's talk about Huntlow/Winter.

HUNTLOW SHIPPERS KEEP WINNING.

We've got Hunter seeing through fake Willow because she doesn't act like herself!

We've got his betrayal of Willow among his worst memories.

And we've got blushing, on more than one occasion.

Yes, so far it's only on Hunters side, but Willow still was the first to defend him in front of Bump.

Anyway, still crumbs, but those are some delicious crumbs indeed.

Oh boy. Back to Gus and Illusion magic.

Damn, that boy's magic is POWERFUL.

He put MOST OF THE SCHOOL into one big Illusion without even trying!

It also puts what he did at the Graveyard into new context. I think I actually saw people argue that maybe Galdorstones do work for Illusions and Gus used them. NOPE! That was All Gus, just letting loose what he usually keeps back.

(Also, his face after the Graveyard illusion. It wasn't about the physical. It was about the emotional exhaustion, because he weaponized his trauma.)

Oh, and thinking back to Hooties Moving Hassle. The foreshadowing of how powerful Willow and Gus really are!

And Graye being such a great antagonist. He's not only using Illusions to trick people, but aiming for potential weaknesses in particular, using Willow against Gus, and Belos against Hunter.

But also, Graye keeps himself out of the line of fire, while using actors to make up for the limitation of his illusions!

(Which kinda mirrors, again, how Gus tricked Bria at the Graveyard!)

Oh, and we learn that GRAYE WANTS THE GALDORSTONES!

I wonder if he was the one searching for them in TTLGR now.

And instead of Gus getting traumatized, this episode was about Gus being forced to live through his trauma again.

Also, I wonder if the whole forcing out memories is well known Illusion magic, or just something that Graye knows how to do.

(I assume it's Illusion magic because he would have a seal, right?)

I think that's all I have for now. Anyway, we've got something for a lot of characters. But please don't forget about Gus in his own episode again.

EDIT: I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THE MIRROR GUS SWIPED FROM GRAYE.

Now that is a Chekhov's Gun if I've ever seen one. Wonder when that'll get into play again.

#the owl house #gus porter #labyrinth runners #toh discussion #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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scorpionwins · 3 years

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Alright, some of you may not know, but I. Fucking adore Moose Mason. So we'll brainstorm about him today

Sunshine baby. Sunshine

I really really wanted Riverdale to adapt the big family aspect like in the comic. The fact that Moose more or less raised his siblings while his parents were working?? I love that?? So much?? It fleshes him out quite well I think, makes him something more than " the closeted gay in denial"

So me and my friend @viknikisbae have been going apeshit with him, so my brain being my brain, has decided to overcompensate and focus on the side character. Because of course it did.

The Mason Family Faceclaims & Headcanons:

(Gifs do not belong to me)

Parents :

Joe Manganiello as Marcus Mason (Though he's named Jerry in the comics so??)

Daybreak really big brained when they casted Joe for Cody's dad- he's got The Look.

Headcanons:

Lmao kind of trash honestly

Was in the army

Calls Moose "Duke"

*straight man voice* "Not that theres anything wrong with that"

Expert hunter

The " All fathers are absent fathers" trope

Forgets he has kids

" i can't attend the meeting today. Its my kid's birthday party" " kids? People have those?... OH GOD I HAVE 4 OF THOSE!"

" I'll keep all of my emotions right here, and one day, I'll die"

Lives through his son

Tries? A bit? Idk he's complicated

*wails* " I love my dead gay son" " Moose is right there??" "... who?... OH. OH YEAH. I was just, - just joking, rich man humor. We're concerningly reality impaired."

Emilia Clarke as Marilyn "Birdie" Mason

So! We don't have much information on Moose's mom on the show. If she's a part of his life, if she's a deadbeat, or if she's even alive, but I DO like the thought of Moose being adopted and having a step mom that loves him, so let's go with that.

Plus, 6'3 Moose and his 5'2 mom. It does not get any cuter than that.

Headcanons:

Married Marcus for money, stayed for the kids. She's both the woman and the man of the house.

Bicon legend by day, bicon myth by night

" Who hasn't had gay thoughts?"

Looks cute but will cut a bitch. Tony Stark snark levels

Veterinarian, does dream of owning a flowershop with her wife and litter of children thought.

Gave Moose his nickname and started calling herself "Birdie" to make him feel better once he started getting flack for it. Because kids can be shitbirds.

Came from a conservative family that disowned her when she came out then wanted back into her life once she married a man. Most of Moose's internalized homophobia steams from that

Will punch Marty Mantle without a crumb of hesitation

The mom whose house was always fun growing up.

Bit of a helicopter parent. Just a pinch thought.

" you can't play outside! Thats where the Civil War was held!"

The parent who leans against your door and gives inspirational speeches

Siblings:

So!! Personally, I only know one of Moose's sisters is named Marsha, but that's pretty much where my knowledge cuts.

I also like the thought of them being adopted as a whole, because Found Family is the best trope and that is that.

(From oldest to youngest)

Natalia Dyer as Marsha Mason

I've actually seen an edit where she was casted as Moose's sister and I ain't shut the fuck up since.

Headcanons:

Doesn't like hunting but is the best shot in the family

" boys don't like it when you-" " that's nice" *gunshot*

" I ain't here to take your shit, her shit, his shit, their shit, or any shit that don't got shit to do with me"

Has a kill list written in pink glitter

Three ounces of whoop ass

Had a crush on Reggie at some point. forbids everyone from talking about it

Fiercely protective of her siblings. "The strong must protect the sweet." "You're like. A few months older than us." " SILENCE."

The Rebel Heart. Won't let anyone push her around, makes her own road. Wants to be independent but also needs Moose to open jars for her. A small price to pay for pickles.

The first person Moose came out and vice versa.

" Good morning! Good morning, good morning, " * sees Marcus* " not you, you can choke"

Pretends to be a lone wolf but is a high key love starved wolf after being neglected by her bio parents.

Malina Weissman as Kathrine "Kitsey" Mason

I loved her in ASOUE and she just Fits TM. Plus, I wanted to make my gay literature reference.

Headcanons:

" Kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day"

Sweet and kind but won't take any bullshit

Lives for the shock on people's faces when her, the middle schooler who likes pink and knows every word in all Barbie movies, says she wants to be a criminologist

Knows way too much about true crime for someone her age. She's having fun with it though, so no one stops her

Marcus tried putting her in therapy once but she befriended every single therapist and more often than not, they ended up on the couch instead of her.

Moose and her have horror movie marathons. Everytime there's a jumpscare Moose hides behind her, and she proposes they watch cartoons next.

Everything she knows about detectives she knows from Jughead and even after Moose and him stopped being friends, Kitsey goes to Jug for assignments. (And to update Reggie and Moose on how he's doing)

The embodiment of " 13 year olds are the scariest people you'll ever meet"

" In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in and I don't WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid notebook? That's weird."

Makes grown men cry and is proud of it.

" I diagnose you with gay"

Abby Ryder Fortson as Macy Mason

Ok, this is just me wanting big brother Moose shjs

Headcanons:

Not a whole lot- she's there for cute service sjsjs

Hides in Moose's bag to trick him into taking her to school because she doesn't like it when he's gone. Friends with all the Vixens.

Runs in the woods sometimes to scream

No reason for it she just feels like it

" what time is it?"

* S C R E A M*

" WHO THE FUCK IS SCREAMING AT 3 AM?!"

"... Sorry I asked."

She's the Bulldogs mascot

Moose is her make up model and if he has to stand 3+ hours pretending to be a mannequin just because his little sister decided her tea party is dresses only, then be it

In conclusion, Moose Mason is an underrated fave, and I WILL go feral about him anytime

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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That’s The Way (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Nothing! This is such a sweet chapter :)

Author’s notes: Another sweet little chapter with Jimmy and Y/N, with a guest appearance from Lillian, everyone’s favourite rascal ;) This chapter was honestly such a joy, and my partner in crime @rebel-without-a-zeppelin is so amazing as always!!! As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

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Y/N was in the kitchen, washing the dishes as she hummed to a tune she had just heard on the radio. She had just spent the morning baking biscuits, brownies, and all sorts of homemade goodies, and everything was still warm and cooling on a plate on the counter. Lillian’s loud footsteps reverberating through the house signalled that these delicacies wouldn’t be there for much longer.

“Y/N! Y/N!” she shouted in her high-pitched, innocent voice, as her footsteps grew closer. She scurried through the kitchen to stand at her sister’s side, looking up at her with her big eyes.

“What is it, Lil?” her sister responded, still scrubbing a bowl with a soapy sponge.

“I need you to braid my hair,” Lillian replied softly, her smile glinting in the afternoon sun.

“What for? What’s the occasion?”

Lillian’s lips pursed into a grin that she was trying to hold back. “Nothing,” she said in a sing-song tone, her head curling into her shoulder bashfully, “I just like the way it looks.”

Y/N huffed. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here,” she motioned towards the sink with her sudsy gloves; it had been filled to the brim with dirty dishes, though the mountain of tableware was lessening by the minute.

“Pretty please? I just want to feel beautiful like you,” her little sister whined, tugging on Y/N’s clothes.

Overcome with empathetic emotion, Y/N conceded, removing her gloves and turning the sink off. Crouching down to Lillian’s level, she held her hands, gazing into her eyes.

“Lillian, don’t say that about yourself. You are beautiful, truly,” Y/N coaxed earnestly.

“But when you braid my hair, I feel my most beautiful,” Lillian frowned.

Y/N couldn’t argue with Lillian, because she herself had bouts of self-consciousness and low self-esteem. Oh, the joys of being a young girl, Y/N thought, a wry grin on her lips. Ruffling her sister’s hair slightly, she replied, “Go sit at the counter and grab yourself a biscuit then.” Lillian giggled as she scurried over to the counter, reaching to grab one of each baked good from the three plates.

Y/N ripped off a piece of paper towel and handed it to Lillian so she wouldn’t leave any crumbs in her wake, as Lillian swung her feet as she sat atop the tall barstool chair and munched on her biscuit, a mischievous look on her youthful face. Y/N stood behind her, putting two elastics around her wrist.

“What kind of braids do you want, Lil?” Y/N asked, grabbing a nearby pencil to separate a perfect middle part down the back of her sister’s hair then tying off one side.

“I quite like Dutch braids,” Lillian said cheerfully.

“Okay, Dutch it is.”

Just as Y/N separated three strands of Lillian’s hair, the phone began to ring. Oh come on! Y/N thought with a huff. “Hang on a minute, Lil, let me answer this.”

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Jimmy,” a familiar voice echoed through the phone. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sound, a smile creeping onto her lips. There was a part of her that hadn’t expected him to call, though the way her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice only confirmed how happy she was about it.

“Hey Jimmy, how are you?” she replied, leaning against the wall in an attempt to look composed, though she was twirling the cord around her finger nervously, almost combusting from excitement.

“I’m well, love, how about yourself?” he asked, his soft voice coming across as calm and casual, though he was, in fact, not calm at all, unbeknownst to Y/N. His sweaty palms readjusting their grip on the phone every few seconds as they spoke would have been a dead giveaway.

“I’m doing well, thanks.”

“JIMMY!” Lillian squealed from the background, “Tell him I said hi!”

Y/N laughed, “Oh, and Lillian says hi.”

Jimmy chuckled, “I heard. A very enthusiastic little one. Tell the sweet girl I said hello, if you don’t mind.”

“I will,” Y/N giggled before a pause, “What’s up?”

“Well, I have a day off today, you see. I’m going book shopping, and I was wondering...if you’d like to possibly come along...” he trailed off, almost unsure of his invitation.

Y/N’s stomach dropped at his invitation. He wanted her company?! As much as she wanted to jump for joy and scream, she had to suppress her emotions as best she could. Lillian was sitting right there after all, and if she caught wind of her small crush? Y/N would never hear the end of it. All of St. Albans would know, given how enthusiastic Lillian can be. She cleared her throat, recomposing herself before answering, “I’d love to come along! Thank you so much for the invitation,” Y/N gushed, “What time were you thinking?”

“How about twenty minutes?” Jimmy asked, “I’ll have my driver take us, so you don’t have to worry about transportation.”

“Perfect! See you then.”

“See you soon, love.” With that, the phone clicked, signalling the man’s departure.

“What did Jimmy want?” Lillian asked as Y/N walked back over to behind her chair.

“Oh nothing,” Y/N replied, taking three strands of her hair, “just asked if I would come shopping for books with him. He’s picking me up in twenty minutes.”

“Oh, that sounds like so much fun!” Lillian said cheerfully, genuinely happy that her sister was spending time with her friend. She was not at the age to assume any type of budding romance or feelings between the two, much to Y/N’s relief.

“Yeah, I’m excited!”

“Maybe you should give him what you baked,” Lillian offered, “I think he’d like them!”

“That’s a good idea,” Y/N agreed. “Since I’m not going to be home for a while, can you help Mum with the dishes? I feel bad I didn't finish them.” Lillian nodded with a hum as she quietly munched on her biscuit and a comfortable silence settled between the sisters.

Oh, to be that young and naïve, Y/N thought as she finished braiding Lillian’s hair, no stress, no problems, no worrying about boys...

~~~~~~~~

Just as Jimmy had said, his driver was in front of Y/N’s front door in exactly twenty minutes. She put a biscuit, brownie, and oatmeal cream pie into a plastic bag and tucked it into her purse before walking out the door. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she walked towards the car, seeing Jimmy in the back seat with an open spot next to him.

“Hello Y/N, love,” Jimmy greeted jovially as the girl slid into the seat next to him. The smile on his face felt warm and welcoming to the young girl, easily returning a smile with the same emotion.

“Hi! Thanks again for inviting me to join you,” Y/N replied as the driver smoothly pulled away from her house and started down the road.

“Oh, no problem! I was hoping that I didn’t have to go alone, so I thought of you,” Jimmy grinned. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he fidgeted with his fingers nervously while he spoke. Could he actually be feeling as nervous as she was?

“That’s so sweet, thank you,” Y/N responded bashfully, smiling from ear to ear.

An unsettling silence diffused through the car, the only significant sounds being the radio playing softly in the background and the occasional bump in the road. The two, sat close to one another, felt so far away, as the cavernous quiet settled over them.

With a clearing of his throat, Jimmy spoke up, “Did you know that this is the first piece of vintage clothing I ever bought for myself?” he asked, showing off the navy blue military jacket he was wearing, adorned with several ornate gold buttons.

Y/N turned her head to look at his jacket with a grin, “That?” she answered, trying to sound serious in an attempt to tease him.

Jimmy frowned. “Yeah, you don’t like it?” he asked, slight panic bleeding into his voice at her teasing.

“Did you get it at the Embassy or something, to go off to war? Are you assuming the position of a Revolutionary War general, because I’m afraid you’re in the wrong country. And century.” Y/N said, a smile creeping past her lips as she failed to contain some of her laughter.

Jimmy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, it has a lot of buttons,” he admitted defensively.

“Yes it does,” Y/N chuckled. Then after a few moments of silence, she concurred reluctantly, “I like your jacket,” she said with a smirk.

“I knew it, I knew you did!” Jimmy laughed triumphantly, “It’s so cool, right?”

“It is pretty cool, I admit.”

“There’s also a bunch of pockets, so you can fit all sorts of bits and bops in there too. You wouldn’t even know,” Jimmy said with a wink.

“I can only imagine what you keep in those pockets,” Y/N grinned mischievously.

Jimmy’s jaw dropped in feigned shock. “What a naughty mind you have, Miss Y/N! How can you assume such a thing about me?”

“I’ve heard a few whispers about you and Jackie in my day,” Y/N giggled, “things I wish to not get into at this particular moment in time.”

“What did you hear? Who told you?” Jimmy said, an air of panic in his voice as he straightened in his seat.

“I can’t tell you that!”

“It was Jeff who told you, wasn’t it? The bastard.” Jimmy scowled, turning away from her to run his fingers through his hair. The slight tremor that rushed through them made the young woman smile. He was nervous.

“I said I can’t tell you! That’s for only me to know,” Y/N giggled.

Jimmy paused for a second, contemplating his next sentence before piping up, “Well, I should say that Jackie and I broke up actually,” he said quietly, his panic now overcome with sadness.

Y/N frowned, feeling bad for her friend. “Oh Jimmy, I’m so sorry. I can only imagine how difficult it is for you right now.” She draped her arm on Jimmy’s shoulder, hoping her physical touch would comfort him in any way. Jimmy leans into her touch, a sad smile settling on his lips.

“Thank you, love.” he nodded.

“When did it happen, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A few days ago,” Jimmy continued, “I’m actually in the same boat as you.”

Y/N cocked her head in confusion. “In what sense?”

“Jackie was married the whole time, and I had no idea,” Jimmy replied solemnly.

“Oh my gosh, that’s awful!” Y/N said, “I can’t believe she would do that to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“I guess we were both someone else’s second choice.”

Y/N’s lips downturned into a frown, “Yeah…” she trailed off, “it’s the worst feeling in the world.”

You’ll never be my second choice, Y/N thought, I’ll always choose you, Jimmy.

“I might have a temporary remedy, though,” Y/N quipped as she opened her purse to retrieve the biscuits she had packed for Jimmy. “I baked these earlier, and Lillian said that you might enjoy them.”

Jimmy smiled as she handed him the bag. “Thank you for this, I really appreciate it, love.” As little as the words were, there was a tone of genuine appreciation in his voice. He really must have been going through a dark time. If there was a way she could help, no matter how small, Y/N would take that chance.

“You’re welcome. A baked good always makes me feel better, so I hope it does the same for you.”

Jimmy smiled down at her, his heart warming at her unbelievably kind gesture. Before he could say anything else, though, the driver had pulled up to the book shop; flicking hazard lights on so the two could get out right in front. They thanked the driver and walked into the store in tanduum, arms linked.

“What were you thinking about getting?” Y/N whispered as the smell of aged paper and freshly-cut wood greeted them.

Jimmy gave her a look that screamed did you really have to ask?

“Oh, okay,” She says, drawing out the first word with a subtle laughter in her voice. “Nevermind, stupid question.” Crowley manuscripts and textbooks. She knew that. She cursed herself for not thinking before she asked.

“You’re not stupid, don’t say that,” Jimmy said gently as he rubbed her arm soothingly, walking with her deep into the shelves and stacks of books. They were so close, her physical proximity and presence taunted him, and her scent dizzied him.

Their eyes scoured through the various titles, seeing if anything caught their interests. Y/N saw the trademark bright orange spine of The Catcher in the Rye, and quickly pulled it out. She never had the chance to read it whilst at school, but it was on her mental reading list.

Jimmy watched her intently as she read the synopsis on the back cover, her irises twinkling in the golden light that shone through the store. Her lips, her beautiful lips that he dreamed about kissing one day, were pressed together in concentration. She must have just put some lip balm on, because even they were twinkling. They looked like little pillows, so soft and supple and warm…

Y/N’s face now looked at the shelf once again before glancing at Jimmy with a grin. He prayed that she didn’t see him admiring her. Jimmy simply smiled back as if nothing had happened.

“The Catcher in the Rye, I see,” he initiated.

“Yep. I never got to read it in school, and it’s on my little mental reading list. I heard it was really good,” Y/N shrugged.

“What else is on your mental reading list?” Jimmy asked, “I can help you look for those, too.”

“Hmmm,” she thought aloud, “Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk, Middlemarch by George Eliot, and Summer Crossing by Truman Capote. I also want to get The Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl for Lillian. I loved it when I was little.”

“You’re a woman of good taste,” Jimmy grinned, feeling himself falling for her even harder. He had thought it impossible, yet he was obviously proven wrong by the feeling of contentment that settled over him whenever he so much as looked at her.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing as she sheepishly chuckled at the compliment.

The two slowly walked through the aisles trying to find the titles Y/N had mentioned. Jimmy found Marjorie Morningstar and Summer Crossing, and Y/N loved the way his face lit up when he finally found what he had been looking for. Y/N was able to find Middlemarch and The Fantastic Mr. Fox herself, as Jimmy practically drooled upon sight of her when she wasn’t looking. His personal thesis of Y/N being an angel had been proven correct many times that day, but these rather intimate circumstances really pushed it (and himself) over the edge.

Crushes are so foolish, he thought, why am I acting like this?!

~~~~~~~~

Jimmy invited Y/N to go to his Pangbourne boathouse for some tea after their shopping excursion, for a chance to talk in a more private setting and scan through their purchases. He showed her around his house, since it was the first time she had been there since they had met; it was a Edwardian-Pre-Raphaelite hybrid dream, and Y/N found herself amazed with every nook and cranny.

“Next summer, you’ll have to come up so I can take you out on the boat,” Jimmy said as he showed her his boat and the view from the dock.

“That would be so fun,” Y/N smiled, “how often do you take it out?”

“Not too often, unfortunately, with all the travel and studio time.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sure that will pick even more now that the Yardbirds will be traveling more.”

“Yes, you’re definitely right. But I’ll make time next summer for that boatride,” he grinned as he led Y/N back into the house and into the living room. She pursed her lips to hold back a smile full of gratitude, but to no avail.

His housekeeper must have just put a tray of tea and biscuits on the coffee table, because it was still steaming.

The two sat opposite of one another, taking things off the tray as they pleased, silence hanging in the air. Once they were situated, Y/N daintily crossed her legs with a smile as she held the cup on top of her clothed thigh.

What a sophisticated lady Y/N is, Jimmy thought as he looked at her, I wonder what she would be like in a more intimate setting…

Shaking the dirty thought from his mind, he rambled, “So I’ve been thinking about something...the other guys in the band know about it, and they agree with me...actually, it wasn’t my idea, it was Jeff’s…”

It wasn’t Jeff’s idea. He lied.

It was Jimmy’s idea.

“Oh! What is it?” Y/N asked as she tilted her head in confusion, “It sounds bad, should I be scared?” she ended with a giggle.

“Oh no! Of course not. You see, there’s so much to say, and not a lot of time to say it, so I have to go big.”

Oh my God, Y/N thought, what if he asks me out? Jesus Christ. I hope he does. But he probably won’t. He doesn’t like me. What can this mean? Jimmy, you’re killing me! However, she sat with an expectant look on her face, trying to accurately anticipate the information.

“I was wondering...if um, if you—Oh, Christ, I’m horrible at this,” he chuckled embarrassedly with a shake of his head, a pink flush dusting his cheeks.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna do it! Y/N thought excitedly.

“Oh gosh, don’t be afraid! It’s just me! Really, what’s the worst I can say?” Y/N joked, hoping to ease his obvious nerves.

But it’s not just you, Jimmy thought, you’re so pretty and nice and smart and funny...you don’t know half of the things you do to me…

“Well, I suppose you’re right,” he said, humouring her, “The Yardbirds are leaving to go to America within the next few weeks for the Dick Clark tour, and I—I mean, uh, we, would love it if you joined us.”

Y/N’s breath rushes past her lips with a surprised, almost unbelieving gasp. They wanted her to go on tour with them?! She again had to fight the stupidly giddy smile that would find its way on her lips.

“I would love to! That is so generous of you, thank you so much! I feel like I’d cramp your style though...I wouldn’t want you lot to lose women because of me,” she laughed.

“Most of those birds are nuts anyway,” Jimmy laughed with her, “They’re too caught up in themselves to notice the other people around them. Honestly, in theory, you’d probably attract more women to us.”

“I’m that bad, huh?” Y/N smirked.

Jimmy’s face became even paler than it already was. He didn’t mean that at all.

“Oh no! That’s not what I meant at all! Sincerest apologies, Y/N, I feel terrible. You’re so beaut—”

“I’m kidding, it’s okay,” she cut him off with a lighthearted chuckle, “I know where you’re coming from.”

“Okay, good,” he sighed, relieved. Y/N smiled before an awkward silence settled over the gorgeous tea room.

“So when is this tour happening?” she asked.

“End of October.”

“Wait, shit...I’m in university right now…”

“Oh, you’re right, fuck…” Jimmy muttered, his lips pursed in a pensive line, until he almost jumped out of his seat with excitement, “Wait! I have the perfect excuse for you.”

“Really? What did you have in mind?”

Jimmy smirked. “What if...you said you were participating in a study abroad-internship-sort of program for the fall semester?”

“I’m listening,” she said with a light giggle.

“Say that ‘it’s an opportunity to explore the depths of the cultural renaissance that is the British blues scene, which has indefinitely flourished over the past few years, as well as utilizing communication and leadership skills in a practical environment.’”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, that’s good,” she nodded her head, “that’s really good. I love that.”

“Then all you need is for myself and Simon Napier-Bell to sign off on it, as well as your dean, and you’re good to go.”

“That’s genius, Jimmy!”

“Why, thank you Miss Y/N,” he said with a joking courtly bow.

~~~~~~~~

Y/N, with much pushback from the dean at her university, was able to acquire course credit for going on tour with the Yardbirds. Simon Napier-Bell, as well as other members of the Yardbirds administration, had to come into the dean’s office to fight in Y/N’s favour. All she had to do was take photographs and write a paper on it for the end of the semester.

Not too bad.

The week preceding the beginning of the tour, Y/N was so full of nervous excitement that she could barely sleep. By the time her brother dropped her off at Heathrow airport, people had taken notice of the dark circles that hung around her tired eyes.

“Y/N, you look like hell,” Jeff exclaimed as Y/N got out of the passenger seat of Tommy’s car.

“Thanks,” she deadpanned as she shut the car door, walking to the back to grab her luggage.

“My God, you have to pull yourself together,” he added as he walked with Y/N, “you look like a raccoon.”

“He doesn’t mean that,” Chris called hopefully.

“Well, I’ll sleep enough when I’m dead,” Y/N smiled as she walked over to the group at the sidewalk with her suitcase, “and I guess you’ll have to play ‘Rocky Raccoon’ to serenade me then.”

“If Y/N did, in fact, have to ‘pull herself together,’ she wouldn’t be wearing a floral dress and a jumper to an airport,” Jim said.

“Thank you Jim,” Y/N smiled, “but I do look like hell though. He’s not wrong. I’m really tired.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Why’s that?”

“I didn’t sleep this entire week,” she chuckled, “My excitement for this day got the better of me.”

“Why don’t you take a nap on the plane then, love?” Jimmy asked, “You can get sick from lack of sleep, and we can’t have you sick when we’re abroad.”

“I brought my melatonin just for sleeping on the plane,” she smiled, “and I just took a shower too, so I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Lads, we have to go now. The security line is already awful,” Simon called as he rallied the boys and Y/N together to enter the airport.

Everyone obliged, groggily entering the airport as the road crew pushed heavy baggage carts of encased instruments, monitors, and other electronics behind them. The security line was dreadfully long, but they made it through and boarded the plane with little time to spare.

As Y/N was walking on the tarmac to board the plane, Jimmy caught up to her.

“Where are you sitting? What does your boarding pass say?” he asked, out of breath from running.

“I’m in 10C,” she laughed at his disheveled state, “what about you?”

“10B.”

“Oh, looks like we’re sitting together then,” Y/N smiled.

The two entered the plane and once they got to their seats, Jimmy realized that he had the window seat.

“Uh, Y/N?” he asked, shifting his weight between his feet anxiously.

“Mmhmm?”

“Do you mind if we switch seats and you take the window seat?” he inquired, a sheepish countenance flooding his face.

“Oh no, I don’t mind at all,” she smiled as she sat down in Jimmy’s original seat, “Why do you ask? I think the window seat is so cool.”

“You see, I’m afraid of heights,” he explained as he sat down in the aisle seat, “not to be dramatic, but all the air travel has me fearing for my life.”

“Oh, I see. That’s valid,” she understood, “Planes can be uncertain.”

The two engaged in quiet conversation before the plane engine started with a roar, and the aircraft started to make its way down the runway. Once the speed accelerated and the wheels rumbled, a telltale sign that the plane would be leaving the ground any minute, Y/N noticed how Jimmy’s leg started bobbing up and down uncontrollably.

Hoping to sooth his worries, she intertwined her fingers with his as the plane ascended, sending him a gentle, comforting grin. Jimmy squeezed her hand to reassure her that what she was doing was helping. His spirits were automatically lifted, and his entire body felt bubbly as heat invaded his cheeks.

About a half hour into the flight, Y/N’s eyes were starting to droop, but she was desperately trying to fight off the sleep. She had to stay awake and not look stupid sleeping in front of Jimmy.

Jimmy took notice of her drowsiness, seeing her lightly dozing against the window, as he put a fragile hand on her shoulder. The girl woke up with a deep inhale, lightly grinning at him as if she weren’t just asleep.

“Y/N love, why don’t you take a melatonin now and try to get some sleep?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted self-consciously, “I have to give into it now.”

She took the melatonin with a few sips of the water one of the stewardesses had given to her.

“Put your head on my shoulder so you don’t wake up with a sore neck from the window,” Jimmy coaxed gently.

“Thank you,” she said with a stretch, placing her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, “‘night.”

“Sweet dreams,” he laughed.

Next to Jimmy, the soft motion of the plane lulls Y/N closer and closer to sleep. Head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, and something that was so uniquely him, Y/N slept the best she had in weeks.

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chandelier-s-notebook · 2 years

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And this is the last one for christmas, have a happy new year! May I write, and post, more next year!!

Tagglist: @sleepysnails

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In a lavish sitting room the Craft Royal Family were settled around a replica of the throne down in the main hall to get their annual family portrait. King Phil was seated on the emerald leather. At his right hand side were his two eldest sons, Wilbur and Techno. Tommy, the youngest prince, was on the King’s left.

His family were all chatting ideally about servant gossip overheard while walking around the castle, but Tommy was looking directly at the artist.

“Could you smile a little?” Crumb asked. “I’m trying to get the details in your face. That frown is doing nothing for your forehead.”

Tommy grinned. He found it funny that anyone would care about his forehead in a portrait, but alas this was his life: every last detail scrutinized.

“It’s good practice,” his dad said, “for the upcoming ball. You’ll be doing a lot of smiling for our guests.”

Tommy scowled at the King, but reattached his grin when Crumb gave him a look over her easel. “What’s the ball even for? Appearances?” He scoffed. “We should be spending our funds on the people and the infrastructure of our country, not a party for other Kings.” He looked to Wilbur for support, but his middle brother averted his gaze.

“We are supporting the people. If the other Kings see that we are strong, they won’t wage a war that they cannot win.”

“Strong? A seventeen layer cake proves we are strong? Not, y’know, let’s say fortification around our border cities?”

Techno snickered.

“Techno.”

“Sorry Phil.”

“Tommy, the other Kings will see that fortification as an act of distrust and we can’t have that. They will think that we are planning an attack, and will attack us first. It’s a balance, you can’t just go into things without considering all of the consequences.”

Wilbur coughed, “Like the rebels.”

Phil turned his head to glare at his son. “Do not speak of them. The Guard has it covered.”

“Actually—” Tommy started.

“Actually nothing,” Phil said, cutting him off with a harsh look.

Tommy took an imperceivable step backwards. “Sorry. I just figured that we’d need to talk about it eventually, and that we should do it before the other King’s arrive.”

Phil’s gaze softened a touch, and he said his next words like he was addressing a small child. “We have the rebel situation handled. The head of the Guard and I are discussing ways to deal with them. You need not worry about those people. Understand?”

Tommy bowed his head. “Yes father.”

Phil turned to Wilbur, and tilted his head questioningly.

“Yes father,” Wilbur parroted.

“Techno?”

“I was never worried, father.”

That seemed to ease the tension in Phil’s shoulders.

Crumb tapped her paintbrush on the top of the easel. “If you are all finished, I need Tommy to smile again. Gotta put that dimple in the portrait.”

As frustrated as Tommy was, he did manage to grin at the attempt to alleviate the situation. If he was ever going to get a seat at the table, it wouldn’t be with the help present.

“There we go! Perfect,” Crumb said, taking a step back to admire her work. “I’m finished if you’d like to take a look, your Majesty?”

Phil nodded and guested for her to turn the easel around.

Crumb did so and stood to the side while Phil stepped forward to appreciate the family portrait. He clapped his hands together and turned to her. “Lovely work as always Miss Boxhead. We’ll have this installed in the hall immediately, and I’ll tell the human resources department to give you a bonus.”

Crumb bowed her head, a wide smile on her face. “Thank you, your highness.”

Wilbur and Techno both gave Crumb praise on their way out of the sitting room, off to play croquet or something. Phil followed his sons, but held back to address Tommy. “You have a suit fitting this afternoon, don’t miss it.”

“I would never dream of it, father.”

Phil nodded curtly to him, and politely to Crumb. “Good day.”

Tommy sighed loudly. “Thought you said you were going to add my dimple?”

Crumb smiled. “You hate having your dimples on your portrait, I figured no one would care if I left them out.”

Tommy let out a proper laugh. “No I don’t.” He stretched his arms. “I hate these jackets.”

“The green looks very nice.”

“Sure. Not like you’re getting paid to say that about everything the royals wear.”

Crumb giggled. “Perhaps, but this juniper colour is much better on you than the indigo from Techno’s birthday portrait.”

Tommy shivered in disgust. “That was terrible,” he said through laughter. “Well. Thank you for your time, but I will be off to have fun before my fitting. Have a safe journey home.” He bowed lightly and left the room.

Tommy walked through the massive corridors of the castle and found his way to the gardens. He surveyed the area and saw many of the workers cleaning out the flower beds. Tommy smiled, this is what he wanted to do. He walked along the cobblestone path. He took off his jacket and folded it nicely, he put it down on one of the white marble benches.

He looked around again and spotted Tubbo’s mess of brown hair, with his pristinely tucked green gardener’s shirt in the red tulips’ bed. He hopped over the low wall and started weeding with his best friend.

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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Shenanigans/Adventures in which truth serum is involved?

Like.

Din out and about and gets caught by Imperial remnants because reasons.

They don’t know who he is at first, this little group of holdouts on a backwater planet in the Outer Rim, just know he’s a Mandalorian who was trying to dig them out of their little compound/bunker.

Because Grogu and Gideon and experiments an so forth, but his plans and whatnot didn’t work out this time and anyway, anyway.

It’s all an excuse to have the whole Bad Guy Monologue before they break out the interrogation droid and Din manages to take down another trooper before they get him pinned down and then it’s truth serum time.

But, you know, Din.

Not the chattiest guy around most of the time and stubborn as anything and it’s an ordeal trying to get anything useful out of him.

What they do get -

“...I keep telling him it needs to stay on the ship, but he doesn’t listen.”

Behind the helmet they allowed him to keep Din pauses, frowns. Things about the little metal ball he tucked into a pouch he usually keep on his person. Meant to give it to Grogu, but things have been hectic to say the least. “Guess it doesn’t matter anymore, though.”

Because no more Razor Crest and all.

And so on, and by this time they realize that hey, wait, it’s that Mandalorian because contact with other Imperials and this sudden interest in the Mandalorian they captured, and anyway, Plot Reasons.

So the interrogation turns toward the Rebel operaticve -

“Who?”

There’ a long moment of silence, followed by a conversation in lowered voices Din can’t quite make out but he hears something about dosage and how much did it give him and the unmistakable sounds of a blaster being fired and a body hitting the ground

(That old joke about the Empire and firing methods and so on, not that Din ever found it funny, but you know.)

Anyway, his interrogators want to know about Luke and Din is like :DDDDD inside his helmet because bot, does he have him some thoughts about Luke, let him tell you.

Awkward little silence and then a sigg from the lead interrogator/Bad Guy.

“Enlighten us, would you?”

Din cocks his head because he’s 99.9% sure that was sarcastic, but hey, they asked.

He then launches in on a long, passionate rant about Luke and all the ways he’s an idiot.

Like, while he’d been in awe and more relieved than he can say because he was under no delusion he and the others would have succeeded when Luke saved the day, it’s like. The fact Luke came alone to find Grogu and then boarded an Imperial cruiser and took on a platoon of Dark Troopers - it was all kind of dumb of him, because what idiot thinks that’s a good idea?

(Luke, clearly.)

And that’s not even scratching the surface because there have been many, many Adventures since then in which Din suddenly understood how Cara and Karga must feel dealing with him?

Just.

Wow.

“I see,” Bad Guy says, clearly regretting So Much, but wait, there’s more!

A comment about...something or other from of the Imperials has Din go on a tangent about how frustrating dealing with Luke, which forkes off onto a tangent about his eyes?

Because pretty, and so, so blue, a shade Din’s never seen before...

Which, you know, is when the Rescue happens, Luke (and Grogu) tearing the place apart - but precisely, both of them honing in on their Mandalorian with unerring accuracy.

There’s a standoff then, Imperial blaster against Din’s throat where the helmet ends.

Din still a bit loopy staring at Luke who looks -

Din’s not sure how to categorize the look on his face, but angry is a good place to start.

Bad Guy lays out the terms of what he thinks will be Luke’s surrender - Jedi and all, noble, self-sacrificing sorts - and its clear the Mandalorian cares quite a great deal about him. Surely the reverse must be true?

In the silence that follows that comment, cold and cruel and all, Din laughs.

Because, you know, Pining idiots and half the time he doesn’t think Luke likes him all that much, tolerates his presence at his school for Grogu’s sake, and -

The blaster at his throat dips, barely noticeable, and Din knows everyone in the room is looking at him now because he put too much of himself in that inrcedlous laugh, and anyway.

The drugs are starting to clear from his system and he’s a Mandalorian and disarms the Bad Guy, shoots one of the troopers aiming at Luke’s head as he turns to focus on the sudden renewed threat Din poses and then Luke’s moving.

It’s over quickly after that, Luke staring at Din over the bodies for a long moment before the blade of his lightsaber retracts and he stuffs whatever emotions gave rise to the confusing expression on his face down for the time being to go over to Din.

Injured from his capture and rough treatment during it and truth serum and whatnot still in his system and Luke helping him out of the imperial base and out of the base.

Artoo and Grogu appear somewhere in there, Artoo towing a sled holding the rest of Din’s armor and whatnot, with Grogu’s tiny little hands gripping the pauldron with their clan signet on it and soft, sad little noises at the state Din’s in.

Luke watches Din from the corner of his eye as Din does his best to reassure Grogu he’s alright, he’s fine, really, and Grogu squinting up at him because really, is that so, dad?

Luke snorts, hauling Din the rest of the way to a non-descript ship waiting for them, nothing much to look at, really.

(Feels a pang of regret because the ship he got to replace his Razor crest is in pieces now, shot down a few miles away and all, and he’ll have to replace that one as well.)

Luke shrugs because hey, X-wings are super recognizable and one-seaters and anyway, he needs a bigger ship for his school anyway, you know?

Din isn’t really following along, anymore, but sure, sure, makes sense.

Luke sighs, but it’s quiet, soft, and then Din’s sitting...somewhere, Luke patching him up and the whatnot as Artoo stows the sled with his armor somewhere and Grogu hands Luke medical supplies before he asks for them.

Luke looks at him for a long, impossibly long moment once he’s done.

“We need to talk,” he says finally, something like a smile playing on his lips when Din points out they’re doing that now. “Later, once you’ve rested.”

And then Din gets escorted to the sleeping area and tucked into one of the bunks, Grogu climbing up beside him, little hands patting Din’s face as he makes sure his dad rests.

Din and Grogu falling asleep becuase tired, and Luke watching them for a little longer before Artoo yells at him to get them off the damn planet because never a good idea to stick around an Imperial base.

They shoot off a message to New Republic forces in the area and head back to Luke’s Jedi school.

And then! When Din wakes up later he has the moment of man, what did I do -

Followed boy the moment of oh, no because he remembers and also Angst and the whatnot.

Tries to avoid Luke but while the ship’s bigger than an X-wing it’s only sightly bigger than the Crest and therefore not that many places to hide.

Din holding Grogu in his arms, tiny crunchcrunchcrunch noises of Grogu eating those cookies he likes as he watches the most awkward exchange of FEELINGS ever.

And forehead touches, Luke blushing because Din chooses to continue his education of Mandalorian culture by being, “That’s ho we kiss,” strangled quality to his voice even though (because of?) the awkward exchange of FEELINGS, and Grogu’s tiny, cookie crumb covered hands patting their faces and making happy noises and anyway, anyway, yes.

BUT ALSO.

Luke and a visit from Han, Lando and other assorted miscreants at his fledgling Jedi school and a late night game of Sabaac in which drinks are had and Luke gets to be the dumb kid Han ran into on Tatooine all those years ago again instead of all his responsibilities and it’s really kind of great?

Chewie making sure Luke gets back to his and Din’s place safely, rib-creaking hug and fond ruffling of hair that has Luke laughing and smileing ans Aw, no, Chewie, c’mon before he says goodnight.

Smiling fit to burst when he checks in on his family via Force shenanigans, Grogu asleep and a point of light, happy, content, dreaming of frogs he’s going to eat or something, and Din -

Big old dopey smile because Din is this constant, steady in the presence, stone in the middle of a river while the Force moves around him, eddies and ripples and makes his way to their bedroom.

“You’re drunk,” surprised, but fond, amused.

Luke can’t be changing his clothes, barely manages taking his boots off before climbing into the bed next to Din. Rolls on his side to look at him, familiar, lvoed face and crooked smile as he tries not to laugh at Luke as Luke gives him a Very Serious Look and tells him, also Very Seriously. “I like you. A lot.”

Because just a little drunk and a more than a lot happy with his life and especially the places Din and Grogu hold in it and feels Din needs to know that at this very moment because utmost importance, Din, it’s a very serious matter!!1!

“I should hope so,” Din tells him, pulling Luke closer, which Luke allows because he really, really, likes Din, and also sleepy. “We are married.”

Because of course they are, and also Han and Lando never let Luke live down the fact he waxed poetic about his husband the last few hands of Sabaac out of revenge for Luke cleaning them out while wearing the wide-eyed, naive farm boy look that’s worked out pretty well for him if he says so himself.

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #idk #i lost the thread early on and it turned into nothing but cliches #sorry???#technically not a fic #vagrant fic

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stitch1830 · 3 years

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How do you think the comics would have went if they went with the Zutara/Taang route? Personally, I've only read "The Promise" and "The Search."

Oooo this would be interesting, but also tons of adjustments (well, kind of...).

So I think the order is The Promise, The Search, The Rift, Smoke and Shadow, North and South, and Imbalance (Plus like, the Katara, Suki, and Toph comics, some are during the timeline of ATLA).

I don't think Zutara or Taang would happen right away as far as romantic relationships go, but their bond would be apparent in all the comic stories and you would be able to see how much better the characters are when they have their 'future partner' by their side. Both Taang and Zutara balance each other out and would provide reasonable arguments and reassuring words. I usually HC that the Gaang go their separate ways so that they can grow and develop on their own, but I can see the comics showing quick instances where they all gather to help each other.

In The Promise, I'm guessing we'd see more support from Katara to Zuko if he's the Fire Lord (and from like... all of his friends). She also wouldn't nod her head morbidly to say that Aang should kill Zuko if he starts acting like his father! :D Toph would give more push back against the whole "let's keep the nations separate" and talk some sense into him. Since the main conflict in the comic was that Zuko was super stressed and his friends thought he was crazy and that Aang was being stubborn and thought separate nations was the only way... It would be a relatively short comic lol.

The Search I think mainly revolves around Zuko looking for his Mama, so... Katara would be all over that and be super supportive. I can see a conflict in the story being Katara has a bit of jealousy (maybe resentment) toward Zuko because while she lost her mother forever, Zuko has this opportunity to find his. She'd be adamant that he keep looking for her, but would also probably be a little short with him. And then at the end they hug it out and problems are resolved because ~communication~

The Rift would probably stay the same. Minus the whole icky Sweetie parts and just romantic relationships in general. Toph and Satoru hitting it off would still make Aang a bit annoyed and jealous (a little more so in Taang/Zutara versions), Toph would be irritated at Aang's "that's just how things go" vibe and still rebel. I feel like Katara would probably talk with Toph to see why she feels that way, more sister bond/communication stuff. And then Zutara crumbs would be that Katara is all "aww, Toph likes Satoru!" and Sokka says something snarky which creates sibling banter, then Sokka replies, "You're one to talk, you're all googly eyed with Zuko and you borrow Hawkey everyday! Poor guy needs a rest." Cue furious blush and a sisterly slap on the shoulder from Katara lol. Otherwise, I think the main conflict stays the same because Taang is pretty prominent in The Rift!

I can't say I really remember the plot of Smoke and Shadow and whether or not Katara is really in this comic, but maybe it's just a Fire Nation conflict and some face-off between Azula and Zuko, and then on the side we hear about letters that Katara and Zuko send to one another while Katara is helping rebuild the SWT. Azula may use the letters as a mocking tool or threat against Zuko, to which he would not respond to well perhaps...

North and South may not even exist as a comic because... If Katara and Sokka are at the SWT a lot, they would probably protest any odd deals that were trying to be implemented. Yes, they're still teens and may not be 'in the meetings' but Hakoda would listen to his kids and I think the three of them would sniff out any troubles before they occurred. But, if there was conflict, Toph, Aang, and Zuko would drop everything to help, and I think this is where Zutara would shine and lots of awkward encounters, but tons of worry and sincere actions from Zuko. Katara is upset about some things about the SWT (I think??? I have to reread) and Zuko would be there and would always ask "How are you doing? Are you okay?" And... yeah you feel the slow burn that's for sure.

In Imbalance, I would say that the romantic lens would shift to Toph and Aang, maybe Sokka and Suki? Katara would raise suspicious eyebrows at how close Toph and Aang are becoming... But they swear they're just friends and they just know each other really well. The Taang crumbs would probably be them partnering up and working well fighting together. Otherwise, not sure if there would be a ton of changes to the plot.

And... those are my thoughts on Taang/Zutara comics! I wouldn't say that any romance actually happens until both couples are older, but we get some nice crumbs and some "what if" moments haha!

Fun ask! Thanks for sending it in, and hope you have a great day!

#taang #zutara #atla #toph #aang #zuko #katara #sokka #suki #toph beifong #atla comics #headcanons #my asks #thanks for the ask!#wingchunwaterbender #oof i went all out ope #sorry this is long lol

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sorio99 · 3 years

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Deltarune Chapter 2: Live Thoughts

So, since the new chapter of Deltarune came out, I've played it all the way through, so, here are my thoughts as I had them. Basically a live-blog, but, not live anymore, I wrote these in my notes app before.

NOTE: Obviously there are going to be ALL THE SPOILERS for Deltarune Chapter 2 in this, as well as Chapter 1. Reader discretion is advised.

Wow, okay, so I was wrong about it being immediately explained.

Various descriptions have changed, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the change to a new game, or the one to a new chapter.

I feel like Berdly is definitely a m’lady guy.

Okay, so, we’re not skipping class this time.

I really wish we could call Toriel and tell her we’re gonna be late again, but I couldn’t see an option for that. Maybe Kris told her on the ride to school.

Okay, so, Noelle is definitely adorable, and a huge lesbian.

Susie seems lovestruck too, kinda.

SHE HAD CHALK, AND SHE DIDN’T TELL ALPHYS BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE AND SUSIE COULD GO GET IT TOGETHER OH MY GOD

Okay, honestly wasn’t expecting the closet to work again.

Fricking LOVE the new transition.

Okay, so, Ralsei knows about, the real world? How, why, and what?

Oh, that, makes, a little sense? But also, if we hadn’t brought the toys over to the closet then, would they all be, dead?

AND WHAT IS RALSEI IN THIS CONTEXT?!?!

Okay, but I love the new town.

Holy shit, save points have storage, AND a spare list? Hell yeah.

So, we’re all level 2 now. I guess they moved from EXP based (or, execution point based?) to Milestone.

Love the basement for bad guys, with K. Round standing guard.

Bitch said “Child abusers live in Hamster Cage”.

Wait, he uses the hamster wheel?

I don’t know if I believe the king about his “bluff” or not. I think not, but, I don’t know.

I can see the “Susie moves to Ralsei’s castle to escape her abusive home” fic already.

RALSEI GAVE KRIS A TRASHCAN, AND SAID IT WAS FOR THE MANUAL IF HE GIVES US ANOTHER ONE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY MY SWEET FLUFFY BOY

And of course, the moss call-back.

Oh god, Susie just said “My own room, huh.” and my heart is ready to shatter.

This girl has one actual food item in her fridge, and it’s just salsa

Oh, scratch that, there’s ice, crumbs, and jawbreakers in there too?

Oh, okay, Ralsei did give her actual food.

Entering Lancer’s room gives the cartoon Splat sound effect from Chapter 1, and his bedroom is identical to Chapter 1.

Perfect.

And the sound effect, plays in reverse when leaving? Okay.

So, explore until we’re ready to leave, huh? Seems, suspicious.

Oh my god, I just realized, the LightCandy is literally the chalk Noelle gave Susie. What the fuck.

So, for giving the Top back his cake, we get regenerating SpinCake that heals everyone for 140. Nice.

Battle challenges, huh? This should be interesting.

So, we can get a ClubsSandwich, $100, or…Jigsaw Joe’s entire life savings. Okay.

Aw, Clover has separate heads in their dialogue box!

Just realized this “dojo” also has their bed. Odd.

Alright, let’s take these challenges!

Oh, so if we act with Kris, than spare with Ralsei or Susie…got it!

He has a mercy meter. There’s a mercy meter now. I love this.

Oh, of course his life savings is exactly one dollar.

I can already tell the Graze challenges are gonna be the biggest bitches.

Okay, so, being able to rematch bosses, with different gimmicks and attacks, but based on the same logic? Always amazing.

I love the little cut-ins from the other characters with certain lines, like Susie and Lancer revealing “for a price” means zero dollars.

“Cookie and Wife”?

The Blacksmith runs a bakery where he can fuse items…okay.

Imma get a Silver Card.

What the fuck, Mr. Society?

Okay, so, we’re “leaving” through the way we came in, so “surely” we’re going back “home” to the “real world” and our “family”. Sure.

LANCER was added to your key items.

Oh was he now?

And so was Rouxls, “even though no one wanted that.”

Oh, we, actually went back to the light world. Huh. Actually wasn’t expecting that.

Jack of Spades, and the Rules Card. Makes sense.

Still LV 1 here, thankfully. No murder yet.

Okay, thankfully I can call Toriel now.

…Undyne, what the fuck?

Also? This, car horn music, I guess? Is, um…interesting.

Oh, the, computer lab. Where Toby was in Chapter 1. Okay. Makes sense.

“Guess this means we can’t start our project.” I’d say the biggest obstacle is more that we have no clue what the hell this project is supposed to be.

Hmm, we could use the computer at my house, or we could have a fun Toby Fox adventure…

My house!

I knew Susie wouldn’t allow it, also, you always wanna jump in big pits? That’s, worrying.

Computer lab time!

So, computer themed, maybe?

Rouxls jumped out, apparently. According to Lancer.

Okay, this build up is creepy, where’s the fluffy boy?!

Who is SHE?!

Was

Was that Noelle’s chatter sound?

Asking for help?

OH MY GOD

ITS THE REINDEER LESBIAN

SHES BEEN TAKEN

NOOOO

And, I suppose, this must be, our queen.

Q5U4EX7YY2E9N. Sure. I’ll stick with Queen, yeah.

Oh, she’s a computer! That…that’s probably not, great?

Oh, those plugs are bad, brainwashers. Okay.

Okay, they’re both tired…but Ralsei isn’t here. Fuck.

Aiming at moving targets is hard.

2 Werewires spared, only 4 to go, I guess!

RALSEI IS BACK, YAY!

Fun Gang, back together, working to save Susie’s soon-to-be-girlfriend!

Rhythm game to start a new bumping song. Nice.

Might live blog less from here, since, you know, the game is starting proper.

God, I love Deltarune’s look and sound, it’s so clean? And expressive, and AAAGH, I just love it!

I love angry Ralsei.

First lose control laughing moment: Kris and Susie squishing Ralsei like a toothpaste tube, to play an arcade game.

Did, did I just play Punch-Out inside an Undertale?

Curing computer viruses with Syringes…sure.

Sweet is the rhythm guy! Nice to meet you, Sweet! You and Toby are great at this music thing.

Hey, Susie can act now! Awesome!

Ralsei too, because of bullying! Yay!

Now the whole gang’s dancing!

(This is where I took my first real break, to process stuff and relax, and also to sleep)

In between thought: it’s kinda interesting that, in Chapter 1, Susie basically had to be forced to care about Kris, Ralsei, and Susie, but as soon as Noelle is in the slightest bit of danger, she’s immediately like, “We have to save her or die trying”, huh?

“Reverse diss-tracks, where the vocalist puts themselves down and praises Queen…or noise music.” That’s some, interesting taste in music.

“All our songs are only 4 seconds long!” Damn, so you’re, like, Vine musicians?

So, the Knight is opening alternate fountains, that create dark worlds out of, more mundane places? Interesting…

So, someone new is leading the rebels. This, can’t go well.

Smorgasbord 2.

Oooh, a TP raising Item! Nice!

Oh, the guy who was already working for Queen is a Werewire now. Okay.

66 up arrows. Hmmm, I wonder if I can retry at some point…

Oh boy. Here’s the queens…wait what?

Oh my god.

Go kart time.

Noelle, you traitor! How could you!

Oh, okay. Berdly I believe more.

Also, “beloved”.

I love how Queen apparently didn’t even ask him.

“Light Nerds” Good one, Queen.

That’s one weird Check for Berdly.

Berdly, for God’s sakes, Noelle is a lesbian, you idiot.

You know, given this villain rant, I think I hate Berdly more than I do King. And I’ve dealt with both bullies AND abusive dads.

Oh god, Roller Coaster Tycoon murder (also Berdly is dead)

Garbage! Saved by it again.

Oh, this place looks glitchy.

Also, Susie, you’re not the king of the trash pile. You’re QUEEN of the trash pile.

Oh god, please don’t tell me she’s dying.

Okay, good, she just needed fluffy boy hug.

Fork in the path, advantageous to split up, huh? But there’s three of us, and, two paths probably.

Okay, I can either go with the Fluffy boy who might secretly be evil, or the mean girl who might get lesbian scenes…hmmm…

I’m flipping a coin.

Okay, Ralsei it is!

Oh, Susie is upset at me getting to pick.

Oh, they’re going together.

Oh, this can’t be good.

If I had a nickel for every indie game with a cat themed metropolis on my pc, I’d have two nickels. You can finish the meme.

I swear I just saw Noelle on the right. Something big in the streets, hmmmm…

Okay, definitely saw Noelle that time. Shame the Poppups, popped up.

…I get it, Toby, but I’m still mad.

Blocked 10 ads…okay, I still love this game.

God, I’m already missing my party members.

Okay, so I still have Lancer, but, I’m really hoping Noelle listens to reason, because Lancer is, not.

Oh god no, don’t fight me now Queen. And please don’t join me.

Alright, nobody likes Berdly. Figured.

God they’re so dumb.

“G-got any room for another truce?” Noelle, I would do a No Mercy run for you, of course I’m going to help you.

I can’t believe “No Triple Trucies” is even an option.

Yay! Noelle in party!

“LV1 Snowcaster. Might be able to use some cool moves.” She’s got Heal Prayer, a more powerful (but more expensive) Pacify, and a damaging Ice move for only 16% TP.

I love her.

I don’t know what a sugarplum is myself, actually.

Noelle, you have a one track mind, and I like it.

Lancer, she’s not a cream, and we’re not making her a bad guy.

Oh, and she’s scared of mice, I love it!

Ah, she’s never been in battle before, let’s see how this goes.

See? That wasn’t so bad, Noelle.

Oh, she’s a natural!

“Needles aren’t scary…” Tell that to anyone under 20, Noelle.

Also, “subtle” pro-Vax message?

Oh my god, I just love her animations.

So, the virus and the syringe are fighting…hm…

Okay, so, first, Noelle’s defend animation, also perfect.

Second, so Ambyu-lance’s bullets block and destroy Virovirokun’s…hmm…

Have I mentioned how much I love Noelle? This funky little Christmas Lesbian can do no wrong.

Oh my god, she can’t even confidently say we’re friends, and hearing Kris say it makes her happy, I love her so much.

Okay, so, Queen drinks Battery Acid. Makes sense for a computer.

Kris is so done with this shit, I can tell.

I am both scared of and loving Queen.

Oh Jesus Christ Berdly what the fuck is that.

That is not greatness that is…I don’t know. I’m pretty sure even tumblr isn’t horny for you, Berdly.

Christ, he’s gonna break Queen by being an idiot and then he’ll be the Chapter boss.

Her eyes say lying. Of course.

“I Did Not Know You Had… Nipples” that’s, a good point.

…Berdly, you disturb me.

Second lost control laughing moment: Noelle’s cardboard robot face, and Queen just saying “Wow Cool Face”

Lancer, what is the “illusory nipple technique”?

Oh, of course the music bots built the statue. Berdly would never do manual labor.

Oh, and, they built the next “big” thing…hmmmm…

Why are we, flavors of tea???

Okay, that should be all the werewires for now.

The, clothing store, sold me, a useless mannequin, for $300. Of course.

I am going to touch the cheese.

Maus!

Cheese maze, purposely ruined to spare more Mices.

Hmm, Berdly talks about Noelle’s crush. $20 says he actually thinks it’s him, or maybe Kris at a stretch.

Noelle is now immune to mice! Yay!

Oh, CD Bagel, Seedy Bagel, just got that.

Okay, sacrifice pacifist run to kill Berdly…I’m tempted.

Uh, Berdly, Noelle just one shot both your allies. I’m not alone, you are.

Jokes on you, buddy, I’ve been dodging A+ for years!

“(He hit me in the face with a tornado…)” Yes, Noelle, and I have papercuts on my eyelids. He do be an asshole.

Oh good, they both made Battery Acid Pies. Now we’re in a car together. Perfect. This is exactly how I wanted things to go.

Potassium

Who is this trash man?

Spamton, huh. Oh boy.

Oh god, this song has lyrics.

Oh joy, a mini boss on my own. Just what I wanted.

Oh, new game over screen! Nice.

Anyways, I hate this guy.

Okay, just one more deal, I think. I wonder what’s next.

I’m not giving you my credit card info, dude.

Oh damnit, 1% more.

Okay, I’m very scared now.

Oh, I lost $51. That’s, fair.

Okay, back in the car.

Oh my god, Queen loves Noelle too. Perfect.

Lancer took the mixtape! Nice!

Oh, he ate it…nice!

DECEMB…

Oh god she’s a little kid.

December.

I’m so sorry, Noelle. I really hope you’re going to be okay. We’ll figure out what to do.

Queen, why does everything you have explode?

Now the prize is on my head.

Susie and Ralsei! You’re back!

She can slightly heal me now…cool!

And she taught him Sarcasm. I love them all so much.

Uh, Susie! You can have it!

Okay, so, now Susie is both gay for Noelle, and suspicious of her. Amazing.

And Noelle is turned on by the threat of being killed. Have I mentioned I love these dorks?

The gang’s all here!

Uh, just got past fireworks, and, where’s Noelle?

Oh, okay. She was just watching Fireworks.

Oooo, catching mice minigame!

Oooo, more elaborate but simpler to control mice minigame!

Oooo, bucket hole!

Also, nice gay Noelle moment noted.

Oh no, please don’t take the perfect girl away from us!

Okay, so, I don’t like Berdly, but, Acid river? Bit much…

Oh, okay. He was never in danger. I hate both of you. GIVE US BACK NOELLE

GOD DAMNIT NOT THE CAGE AGAIN.

Oh, great, now we’re captured too. Except possibly Ralsei.

She only plays mobile games. Burn her.

For once Berdly is correct.

Queen, you are dumb.

Is that the super Mario world fade?

I don’t, next question.

No looking at my Search history!

Oh, hey, we can chat in here.

LANCER TIME!

YES I MISSED YOU YOU DOPE

Lancer, never say Pants hole again, and never say you were inside it either.

Lancer, do you still not know our name?!

So this is how they lampshade the tutorial-Toriel thing, huh?

Oh no, Lancer, please don’t die in here.

Um, are there rooms for all the kids at school?

Asriel…

Puzzle time!

Plot twist: Susie is not Susan.

Berdly is dumb.

Admittedly, I did brute force that second one a bit…

Okay, now Susie has outsmarted both me AND Berdly. This is sad.

Oh god, he’s gonna cry now.

Oh, my god, that’s what December meant. That’s why Berdly cares about Noelle. That’s why…oh god.

Oh wow, Susie’s a gamer. This is incredible Lore.

Oh wow, first Lancer’s face returns, now Berdly is Anime. I love this game.

Oh my god, Ralsei in a tux. I love him.

Alright, so, Lancer needs to go back to Castle Town, and we need to get the heck to Noelle. I hope Berdly’s plan actually works…

Aw, I wanted him to stay tuxedo…

Color Cafe, huh?

Oh god, Rouxls came here. I am terrified.

I love this hype manor song!

Toby Fox, why is there so much 3D Shenanigans in this 2D Top Down RPG???

Note: from here, I end up going to the secret of this chapter. Do not read if you don’t want to be spoiled on that plotline. Skip to where I say Pancake Batter.

Okay, I’m going back, and I’m gonna find this third blue check mark.

Okay, found it, now to get back to the guy…

Yay, fireworks, again!

East treasure’s hallway leading to Basement on 1F…

Oh dear.

So there’s a secret here after all…where is…

Found it!

Okay, how to open this lock, now…hm.

Well, one thing was in the field, so, maybe in the city?

Oh Jesus it’s Spamton.

$28, not a penny more.

KeyGen, huh…

If this is as hard as Jevil, I’m gonna be pissed.

Oh, great, just Kris going in. Again. Fantastic.

Oh what the fuck.

Oh Jesus Christ I hate this build up.

Oh, and I died on the elevator. That’s fun.

Okay, so I hate this elevator. A lot.

Okay! Took like six tries, but I made it past the elevator! Now, let’s see what’s waiting for me…

EmptyDisk…hmmmmmmmm…

Maybe take that back to Scamton or whoever?

…Ralsei, Susie, what are you two doing?

Okay, trash man, you better like this.

Oh Jesus Christ.

Okay, this is not what I expected to follow Jevil’s lead. But, let’s see what happens when I turn this disk in.

Oh, nothing happened. Sure it did. Just gonna walk away then…

Oh, wouldn’t you know it, something happened!

Okay, so big puppet robot man. This is terrifying.

THANK YOU SUSIE!

Roller coaster boss! Again! Oh good!

YELLOW SOUL!

Can’t write notes, gotta kill.

Spamton, oh my god. And it’s Neo’s outfit. How the fuck did I not realize before?

Im terrified, let’s GOOOOOO!

Holy shit is that the Undertale Game Over message??????

Many tries later

Okay, I think it’s actually Ralsei and Susie talking…

Quitting the game so they can get their healing items out of storage and buy some good ones extra later

Okay, third turn, and I’ve only been hit once! Granted, it did almost 50 damage to Susie, but, still, doing better this time!

Even more death later

Did he just, attack himself?

Is he surrendering?

I…I did it! I did it in one sitting! Minus quitting so I could grab healing items that did more than 40 HP!

Oh, he killed him by freeing him…….okay.

Dealmaker, huh? Let’s see what this bad boy is…

+4 defense, +5 magic (even on Kris?), and $+30%…”and…?”

Okay, Ralsei, you get that, Susie get’s Jevilstail, and I get many questions.

Alright, now back to the actual plot!

Oh…Kris has goosebumps, and Susie’s asking if they’re okay…no. I’m saying no.

I love these two so much. Now let’s save the adorable lesbian.

Pancake Batter. Alright, we’re good.

Sorry, Noelle, got distracted.

Mouse wheel!

Tasque manager helped!

Man, this room is big and empty, with an odd exit door and screens on the north wall. Hmmmm…

Toby!

Thank you annoying dog!

Okay, I still love this music. Just wanted to say that. Anyways, PROGRESS!

We’re tea covered now. Except Susie. She’s tea filled.

Oh god, I don’t trust Berdly with Susie.

God, Knight teased.

Duck ride with Fluffy Boy.

Okay, so, puzzle time, methonk.

High Five!

More duck ride!

Ralsei, do you wanna do the kissy?

Oh boy.

Oh jeez.

Oh damn.

Rouxls.

Ralsei, you read my mind.

Oh Jesus it’s the tank from the first game.

Okay, so, we, take houses? Okay.

I can’t believe some people thought this dork was Gaster.

Wow, I beat him in like 3 and a half turns because I blocked him in.

Another God Dammit because SOMEONE didn’t pay attention to what happened to Lancer.

His head is still blue…

Hey, Camera! Peace signs and hugs!

Mostly hugs.

Yay, more Susie and Noelle time!

Oh my god, my heart is breaking.

Okay, I love these adorable girls.

Oh boy, this is, weird.

“Point and hearts come out” or “Eat moss”. The choice of a generation.

Fair point, Susie.

She likes scary things, huh.

Kinky

Have I mentioned how much I love these two? Because I do.

Susie and Noelle are best girls ever, no objections.

Oh good, Berdly, don’t ruin this completely, okay?

I fucking knew it.

Noelle, you’re going to kill him, and that’s okay with me.

Susie, stop squishing him like toothpaste!

Oh boy, I get big “final boss” energy right now…

Werewerewire?!

Okay, so I just stole from Noelle’s room.

Okay, boss time.

Shit, I should’ve healed up.

Okay, so, I died, but, I can fix that!

So, this boss is calling back to how the town’s internet has gone out, a fact I didn’t even learn until watching other content last night when I should have been sleeping, because I forgot to talk to Alphys during the brief chance I had.

Also, now both she and Ralsei have made reference to the real world outside…hmmmm…

So I guess the plot is about Google search being evil…yeah that checks out.

Bitch, did you just funny runny way?

Hmm, I’d say 50/50 odds of him being a drama Queen vs. him trying to trick Susie into caring about him.

Yep, he’s trying to score a kiss. Berdly…get a job.

Alright, let’s save Noelle, and possibly the whole town.

The “Roaring” Knight?

Oh god, the determination…who is this Knight, what is going on, and how involved are we?

Wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT

When she described the Knight making more darkness, she said they took their blade, and showed an image of a knife. Was…was this…

HOLY SHIT IS KRIS’S NIGHT SELF THE KNIGHT?!?!

Oh. It was a giant robot. Not a statue.

Susie’s dancing!

Oh yeah, he can fly.

Resistance! Yay!

Okay, so, we sentai up in this bitch.

I wonder how the hell this story would go if we didn’t go pacifist then? Because in Chapter 1, all that really changed was how the boss was defeated in the cutscene, and like a couple details later. This is, a lot more than that.

Okay, so, three rounds of HP, punch out for her turns, just keep attacking. Got it.

Two rounds down, one to go!

Yes, eat your own Baseball, bitch!

Oh, suicide attack. Well it was just a robot.

Oh. She still has us.

Oh fuck the robot is Noelle’s mom. Fuck.

Okay, so, Queen is dead.

Oh fuck, don’t take over the world with darkness all of you, please.

The Roaring?

Oh fuck, new legend lore.

Titans, Fountains, enveloping the land in devastation. Oh jeez.

Lost eternally in an endless night…that’s not paradise. That’s hell.

QUEEN IS ALIVE?!?! AND DIDN’T KNOW ANY OF THAT?!?!

Thank you, Susie!

Okay, that’s a good ending for a second chapter, it’s dark fountain time!

Susie, please don’t turn evil.

…

And, we’re in the computer lab!

Wait, Ms. Boom? Does, does Gerson have a daughter, or wife?

Lost control laughing #3: this

I love this game so much. Time to explore town again.

Okay, Alphys does crush on Undyne still, at least.

Oops, I just let all the prisoner dogs out.

Awww, Undyne likes Alphys too!

Napstablook, I love you.

Oh shit, Asgore used to be a pig?

Oh god, this Rudy storyline is gonna be depressing all the way through, huh?

Susie, can we steal the tower of the gods?

Hey, we can actually go back to Ralsei’s dark world?!

Okay, this is gonna be interesting.

Oh thank god, we can save in the epilogue now, cool.

Oh cool, King and Queen together.

Oh my god he calls her Queenie Beanie. I love this.

So, a card and a computer fucked to make Lancer, who is a card. Okay.

Okay, so Lancer DOES know Kris’s name! Just not Ralsei’s!

New battle challenges! Yes!

Might save “Ch. 2 All-stars” for another time, though…

Perfection is the mannequin reaction.

Oh my god there’s a dedicated room for listening to music I love this

Alright, time to skedaddle back to the real world.

Okay, so Alvin is Gerson’s son, and he’s depressed. Fun.

Oh, MK and Snowy are by the creepy bunker. That’s…fun.

Okay, so, Susie scared them off after they insulted Kris, because Kris said something about the bunker…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Hey, Nice Cream Guy is one of the Ice-E’s employees! Nice!

Ah, PizzaPants. Never change.

Oh hey, it’s the little guy, who’s clone is a Gaster follower. And the bird guy’s still in the library, and the donut guy is still in his car…

Hey, Catty and Bratty are becoming friends again! Cool!

Omg, Sans’s store is open. Do I…go in?

Hell yes I do!

Okay, so, Grillby’s music still, but, different interior. Interesting…

Sans, a day and 2 years in this game are not equivalent. It’s a day and 3 years.

The trousle grows further away.

Oh jeez Susie’s been drinking the milk. Oh god.

Cool, Susie’s seeing Onion too!

Oh, never mind.

A song is coming from deep under the water…either Shyren is involved, or this is gonna take a turn.

See you, Su-

Oh! Hey mom! Meet Susie!

Pie for all!

Oh my god, Susie, my heart is breaking.

Okay, so Alphys and Toriel know about the chalk. That, kinda makes Susie thinking she’d get expelled for it, really depressing.

Okay, so, Toriel and Susie are gonna make Pie together, that’s cool. Still, pretty worried about, Kris.

Uh, I just ran the sink, and, uh…

WHAT THE FUCK

OKAY SO MY SOUL IS UNDER THE SINK, KRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY IS IT BLACK OUT THE WINDOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING

WHAT THE FUCK

…so we get a cute scene with Susie and Toriel, then Susie asks where Kris is and…they do this sometimes?

I’m very concerned.

Okay, Toriel is concerned too, enough to say “hell”. Even Susie is shocked.

Okay, so, they’re coming back, uh, okay, this isn’t good, right?

Stopped the faucet, opened the drawer, and…we’re back?!

Kris what the fuck are you doing

And why couldn’t we find Asgore in the town?

Okay, so, we’re all sleeping in the living room. I, guess tomorrow’s the weekend, probably? I don’t know?

Susie, doesn’t have caring parents, I guess?

Oh god, Susie wants them to come to our world, but, Lancer is a playing card, he can’t…I don’t know. I’ll say it’s “far-fetched”.

There’s a festival, apparently. This seems…suspicious.

I’d take Ralsei, so you could take Noelle.

She’s asleep.

That, might not be good, in this context.

Okay, so, we’re asleep too, I think?

Oh god, Toriel’s tires are slashed, that can not be good, in any way.

Okay, night time, Toriel and Susie are asleep…now what are you doing, Kris?

That, knife…

Okay, so, yep, they’re the Knight, and they just opened Darkness in their living room. This is, not, good. And, the tv’s on, and the door’s unlocked…

What the fuck is happening?

Ending credits song sounds, techno? Is this more of Don’t Forget? Or a remix? I hear the lyrics at least.

“To be continued in Chapter 3” OH IT BETTER BE, TOBY

So, yeah, that's Deltarune Chapter 2. In conclusion: this explains nothing, raises 120% more questions, and overall is still an incredible, wonderful game. I also like how each Chapter so far has been almost as long as a full play through of Undertale, and yet we're still somehow only 2 sevenths of the way through. Oh yeah, did I not mention? After completing it, it brought me to a chapter select with SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS, only two of which were available. So, you know. THAT'S FUN!

In actual conclusion, please play this game, it's free, it's amazing, and also buy the soundtrack on Bandcamp so Toby can make some kinda living.

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