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herehaveafandom · 10 months

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For the choosing violence ask game, literally as many as you can for Star Wars

oh jesus ok

I've seen people talk about Satine who believe she was weak, that she betrayed what it means to be a Mandalorian, that she didn't deserve Obi-Wan, etc. While I don't idealistically with her views entirely, I sympathize with her point of view and I don't think she was at all weak. She was trying to do what she felt was best for her people based on her knowledge of history and the current political climate. Do what you have to, queen. Also, MACE WINDU. I'm sorry that the (stressed out, under immense pressure) leader of a massive order wasn't sweet as sunshine to the rule breaking Jedi master about the rule breaking kid he picked up who will grow up to be one of the world's most prolific war criminals and murders. I admit that I think the Jedi order had its faults but I am a Mace Windu stan 4ever

hey. hey. Look me in the eyes and tell me you think Rex bottoms. That man is a fucking Dom top who gets shit DONE. He has half of Torrent on their knees for him. The way he put his hand on Echo's chest? Shoots an eel in the eye and goes fucking "Call me sir?" He had them swooning I know it. His dick game is pristine. Side note but I feel like Bail Organa gets pegged on occasion (lovingly of course he and Breha are couple goals.

Uhhh. Hm. People who are generally mad abt Mando giving up the darksaber- I completely agree that it was right choice. For two seasons we all went "lol it's so funny how mando hates being the main character! He just wants to do side quests and raise his kid! Lol it's funny how he keeps being the most important person he hates it!" and then when Mando followed through on that character by giving up the darksaber people who got pissed "BUT HES THE MAIN CHARACTER". like tell me you don't understand the character without telling me that. Also people who Hate star wars but Keep Watching It and then come onto fandom side and insult it in every way - there's a difference between being critical of a thing (I am!) and just bringing the vibe down for everyone. Yes star wars and the fandom by extension have a lot of issues. Id also have to say the racist/homophobic/generally hateful takes. Also Reylos.

I've never actually blocked anyone!

I'm not on discord server lol

YOU KNOW. Like ok if you want to ship reylo FINE but don't come to me talking about how I'm misogynistic for not shipping it. I actually have taste thanks. I'm not the world's biggest fan of master/padawan ships - qui/obi or obikin - but at least those people are generally polite and I can just scroll past if I chose.

I don't know that this has happened? If anything hate for a character makes me more inclined to like them.

Gooooood where to begin. I am the only person who knows Obi-Wan and Luke Skywalker. When people reduce Luke down to "dumb, naive, sunshine boy" it makes me mad. Yes, that is a big part of his character, and may even be most of his character in ANH, but you don't get Luke unless you understand his more mature and dangerous side. Yes, Luke is generally the optimist to Leia's realism, but I believe that is a choice Luke makes. Remember, Luke grew up on Tatooine, so he can't be entirely innocent. Luke knew how to take care of business with Jabba. If you reduce him down to dumb sunshine I feel you take away from the character.

The sequels. The sequels. The sequels. They massacred and disrespected so many characters. God. They were so wrong. Beyond that, the split canon of Legends vs Disney. I actually really like so much of the old Legends canon I'm mad it's not real anymore.

The infighting, and as said above, people who just seem to hate Star Wars harshing the vibes for the rest of us. I'm not talking about things like acknowledging the bias and bigotry in both canon and fandom, because that's important, but people who just seem to hate every piece of media put out regardless of content. why are you here. In actual fanon proper, I'm going to be honest, mischaracterization. I understand everyone interprets things differently but sometimes I'm like. Did we watch the same thing here bestie bc he would not fucking say that.

fun fact the only thing i have filtered on tumblr is overwatch. I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT I DON'T CARE

Oh easy Saw Gerrera. I understand why people don't like him - he's hard to watch - but I think he's an amazing example of the kind of leftist infighting we see in our politicial climate today. He's not my favorite character or anything, but I do look forward to it when he's on my screen.

Kylie Ron. Enough said.

Ok this is a weird one but in all the prequel/clone wars fics I read, why does everyone assume Jedi, especially Obi-Wan, have an aversion to seeing a medic?? Did I miss something? Like if it was established in canon at some point let me know bc why?? The medics are always chasing down the Jedi and threatening them until they come in to get healed...like why wouldn't they go anyway? What's up man?

well fanart is varied. I guess a lot of characters overshadowing one another.

I mean this in the nicest way possible: I don't really understand why people like Obikin. I completely agree that these men are Not Normal about each other, and they have a New Type of Relationship but...Obi-Wan has been raising Anakin since he was nine. It's not even the age gap, just...I don't get it. No shade or shame but like. Not for me. They can be strange about each other in a different way for me.

FUCK ME I LOVE A FIXIT. LOVE A TIME TRAVEL BETWEEN OT AND PT. LETS THROW CHARACTERS INTO SITUATIONS I LOVE IT. I've particularly been thinking abt Darth Vader interacting with Dooku. Idk but I think it'd be fun. ALSO I LOVE FICS EXPLORING THE VARIOUS CULTURES OF STAR WARS. Star Wars has million worlds for you to make up shit about and I love them all. YES TELL ME ABOUT JEDI HOLIDAYS OR TWI'LEK RELIGIOUS BELIEFS. Shoutout to @fialleril and their amazing series abt Darth Vader being a double agent, which really set the standard and created content that people still use today about Tatooinian Slave Culture.

CAN WE HEAR A LITTLE COMMOTION FOR REVA SEVANDER? ok so we didn't really SLEEP on her but now that Kenobi is over I dont see much stuff about her :( I love her she was amazing. Also let me shout out some favorite fics real quick - the above mentioned "Double Agent Vader", "Cosmic Oddities", a Mando/The Last of Us crossover, all of Blue_Sunshine's work but especially their series "The Desert Storm" and the follow up "Rise and Fall" about a time traveling Ben Kenobi, Deniigiq's series "center stage", Killbothtwins' series "the massive machinery of hope" (more time traveling with one of my favorite characterizations of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon). For the adults looking for something spicy (and by spicy I mean downright smut), Iridan's work "a simple thing" has not only set the standard for Bobadin works, but is one of the best fics I've read PERIOD. Booktok authors WISH they had this level of skill. It's amazing and should be turned into a novel. All of the above fics are on AO3, go check them out and show them some love!

Padme/Anakin. It is heterosexual nonsense and I love it.

Some sections of TCW. I'm not generally a military/war movie person in general, so those sections focusing on that can feel a little long to me. Generally star wars doesn't bore me though!

I'm going to be killed for this, but...Andor. I LIKED IT I DID I JUST. DIDNT LIKE IT AS MUCH AS KENOBI. Yes it was important and relevant and YES it was great. I just think maybe the tiniest bit overhyped. I STILL REALLY LIKE IT THO DONT KILL ME.

Now lets talk abtJaster Mereel can we talk abt jaster mereel ive been dying to talk abt Jaster Mereel

Din/Bo Katan. Before season 3 I would have said no but season 3 got me bitch I can't lie. It's about the fealty.

Star war's flaws. the racism and homophobia and misogyny. yikes!

I DONT CARE IF YOU HATE THE PREQUELS SHUT UP ABOUT IT

#anyway.#star wars

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elkian · 1 year

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Yanno, something I just really got (don’t @ me, I’m very bad at literary analysis and I know it) about Homestuck is that its tagline could truly be “There’s no such thing as a reliable narrator.“

The Doc Scratch interlude really drives this home, and the Caliborn Homosuck interludes(s) hammer that even further, but I’d go so far as to say the entire narration of Homestuck is inherently unreliable.

Hussie slaps “Moirails 4ever“ on GamKar but that falls apart in less than three years. Probably around a couple of months or so depending on how you interpret Karkat’s admission. Hussie dies at least once in their own webcomic while still telling it, for crying out loud.

I think this is why I tend to think that “Homestuck isn’t canon to Homestuck“, because there’s so much conflicting information being thrown at you and things being filtered through extremely biased lenses. It’s actually really neat to me, because I’m still getting the hang of making informants unreliable and biased in my own writing.

IMO, there are a lot of takes one can have on Homestuck and it’s hard to be truly, provably “wrong” because what the hell does that even mean in this context?

And this might be an unpopular one, but I think Titles could also be viewed through this lens, because pretty much all if not outright ALL of the info we get on ClAspects is from... characters. Tweenage characters who are regularly proven wrong in some way or another all the way through to the finale iirc.

I’m not saying that the Title info we get (largely from Calliope) has to be wrong, but I don’t think it has to be Right, either. We have to trust that Calli’s sources, whatever those may be, are perfectly accurate, and that that accuracy is 100% consistent across all game iterations, and that Calli has communicated that information with 100% accuracy and 0% bias.

This is all to say that I think it’s fine to view even the “official” Title info we get from her to be mutable or optional. Calliope is certainly a more benevolent narrator, but that doesn’t mean she’s totally reliable (especially when the actual writer isn’t even reliable).

#homestuck tag #elk text #4th #January #2023 #January 4th 2023 #am I explaining why i like to ignore the direction one of my favorite characters went in the endgame? also yes #actually make that at least two characters #let's not even touch on the epilogues #that said there are some really questionable character reads out there #in this essay I wi- *gets cane-yanked off the stage*

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kyupidos · 10 months

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hi asmo! i love your writing sm! since you're taking requests, id like to request kalim and ace with g/n reader who is a guitarist, or just musician in general! platonic or romantic is fine! thanks so much, and have a great day!

07/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

to be a guitaristヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘what is it like to have a friend who plays guitar, they wonder?’

characters. scarabia , heartslabyul : kalim al-asim , ace trappola ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, reader is a guitarist, fluff

📡 _a/n. first writing req?! hii anon, you’ll 4ever be in my heart <3 this one took a bit because i haven’t a clue about being a guitarist or musician in general, so i had to do some research. hope you like it! also thank you, hope you have a great day as well ^-^

kalim

— kalim is a member of the light music club, and cater and lilia, who are also members, are guitarists, so not knowing at least a bit about it would be rather troublesome for him!

— the moment he comes to the understanding that you’re a guitarist, he’s asking if you’re interested in becoming a light music club member. maybe with your experience you could help them out a bit! oh, but he understands if you don’t feel like joining though, for whyever it may be, they’ve been having trouble getting new members anyway. ( he really does hope you can help out though! )

— though on another note, he’s wondering if you’d like to come over to scarabia some time. of course, any sort of music can liven up a party depending on what it is, so if you want to play along with him that’d be great!

— be sure to say goodbye to the ramshackle ghosts and maybe even give them a goodnight when you do go, because these sorts of parties are always good, and they always seem to last up until the night. maybe kalim took ‘party until the morning’ just a tad too literally.

— don’t worry about pay, all that sort of thing is taken care of by jamil. since you’re personally close to kalim, you’re paid in frankly, whatever you want. madol, that’s the usual pay, of course. but if you want free food? it’s right there for you to enjoy. a break from helping out the light music club? might get a little chaotic, but we all need a break now and then!

— also, since you’re both into music, he’s pretty curious about your guitar skills. he’d like to hear you talk to him about it, perhaps what got you into it, how you learned, if you were a natural talent or it took you years. he wants to hear about everything! oh, and he’s sure to tell you about his drumming skills too!

— and since we’re already on about that, he’s really interested in the music from your world. he doesn’t doubt that the kinds of music from your world and twisted wonderland are similar, since you didn’t seem to be too confused be the concept of the light music club, but he also doesn’t doubt that there’s a unique difference between your music and his! and he’s very excited to listen— if, you’re willing to play it, of course.

ace

— similarly to kalim, ace is quite the advocate of fun, so he too is quite the fan of your ability to play the guitar. i believe he actually has a voiceline about how fun on-campus concerts would be, which means that he’s going to be asking about your talent quite often.

— he tends to ask questions about your world, you know, so i don’t doubt he’s asking you to play songs from your world. actually, i bet he’s going to be annoying about it too and act like one of those people who go “oh, you like [insert musician]? then name at least five of their songs”, except with playing those songs on your guitar, but ironically of course since he doesn’t even know that musician himself, them being from your world and all.

— something tells me that at some point when he gets in trouble again ( it was inevitable ), he’s going to ask you to interrupt riddle with your cool guitar skills while he gets away. some of the heartslabyul rules involve a little singing after all, so maybe riddle would be interested in your music. but this backfired because of course he’s interested in your music too, so he ends up not running too far in order to be within hearing distance. ..he gets collared in the end, but he thinks it’s worth it.

— every now and then he’ll insinuate that you should teach him a bit of guitar, and when you catch on and lend him yours to teach him, he’ll definitely be annoyed because you made it seem way easier than it looks. he commends you, because even though he’s a quick learner, playing the guitar is tough. he doesn’t know how you do it, but he’s gonna take a wild guess and say it was through a lot of hard work and dedication.

— in the end, he doesn’t find it in himself to stick to it, he’s more into basketball than guitar, but he learns enough to play one song. like, the most easiest song to play on the guitar in the universe, but he did it! he respects you more after this, because it took him like, weeks of trial and error. good on you, prefect!

— i feel like he’d be curious about if you’ve played in concerts before, or ever been on stage in general, even if it was at a middle school talent show or something. and if you have, he’s especially curious about if you’re ever smashed your guitar on stage. it’s a pretty cliche expectation i think, so you can entertain him, if you want. long story short, he’s really interested in the world of a guitarist and wants to hear about your experience.

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cosmiccandyangel · 3 years

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💝✨cute/kewl lil zodiac things✨💝

***remember loves to take what you will and leave the rest! it’s just a fun lil post! MOSTLY APPLIES TO UR SUN SIGN/identity, ego

♈️Aries: getting SO excited about winning/completing their fav/a new game, scalp massages that’ll make em purr, they give the warmest kisses

♉️Taurus: they LOVE their blankies ;p, summer sundress picnic dates, theyre the BOMB.COM with home decor, like damn I luv the rustic look we got goin on in here bb, they talk good reason into anybody!

♊️Gemini: ugh LUV how they got such quick minds, they already know the answer before ur finished asking!, theyre the sweetest with giving hugs, total cerebral nerds that get ABSORBED into fun activities and also love tf outta playing games

♋️Cancer: they give the sweetest love when they open up to you and will give u the clothes off their back just to help anybody, their space is cozy and welcoming, they give me cute old hippie lady vibes hehe

♌️Leo: drama queens/kings in SOME sort of fashion hehe but only cuz they’re so cute n interesting they just want sum of that good luvv, a silly sense of humor, always servings looks 24/7 💅🏻

♍️Virgo: always wanting to better themselves but fuckn party at the same time 😂 your nurse professionals during the day and a maiden of the Whiteclaws at night. they do no sugarcoat shit cuz they love themselves too much to talk bullshit 🤷‍♀️

♎️ Libra: they give the sweetest kisses that have their own personality I s2g. sexy nights ft. lace lingerie and some booze 🤷‍♀️ they got style and they got charm 🍀 they just wanna enjoy the fine things in life and YALL R VALID 👏

♏️ Scorpio: amazing people to confide in, there’s more to em than meets the eye which I think is why they’re so great to talk to. scorpio can endure some intense emotions yet are the Kings/queens of Keeping it Cool.

♐️Sagittarius: a lot of them do not stay in the same place 4ever, I love their openness and how much belief they have within themselves. They’re ur go-gettas and I love when they show their sweet affectionate side which is full of adoration and showing someone u basically worship them

♑️ Capricorn: BIG SISTER/BROTHER energy, they’re the friends who want you to make good choices and see u at ur best! Hard workers by day but would rather be earning money in their pjs and then splurge on online shopping later 😋

♒️ Aquarius: I find it cool seeing how different their communication can be, one aquarius might be a total chatterbox while another mumbles but still has a lot to say! They’re cute lil scientists and chemists and philosophers cuz humanity has got em feeling wack and they wanna figure it out!

♓️ Pisces: sweet baby angels(or demons 🤷‍♀️) who want to help others but gotta remember to help themselves too!! they may have big sparkling eyes, and a huge heart im talkinG HUGE. fantasy land is their safeplace as reality gets overbearing AF sometimes lolol ✨

#astrology #astrology readings #zodiac #zodiac signs #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #Leo #Virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #Capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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thatonerandomfangirlwhoreads · 4 years

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Tower Of Nero Spoilers/Rant!! (Part 6)

Okay, so... at the end of the book Apollo (NOT Lester), decides to visit all the demigods of the Great Prophecy + Camp Half Blood. So this is how those visits went (WARNING!! Percabeth, Solangelo and Frazel cuteness overload). Apollo visits all these people in the form of ...you guessed it, Lester Papadopoulos.

Camp Half Blood Reunion

Apollo goes to the big house and has a little chat with Chiron about a “cat” (Bast) and a “severed head” (Mimir) and common problems amongst different pantheons. This may be an opening for a stand-alone book *squeak*!!

Apollo meets Mr. D (whose character was fitfully redeemed, when he decided to give Nico therapy for his PTSD), plays pinochle with Mr. D and loses all the games.

He sits by the campfire with Nico, Will and Rachel. Will and Nico are sitting side-by-side, Will has one arm around Nico, who is twirling a marshmallow on a stick. Rachel informs Apollo that she is going to Paris to study art, while her parents house is being rebuilt. They discuss the voice that has been calling out to Nico and Nico says that it’s a Titan who’s stuck in Tartarus (aka Bob the Titan, aka Iapetus). Rachel has regained her prophetic powers after the defeat of Python and issues them a Prophecy, which only Nico and Will can hear, but not Apollo. That is definitely a set-up for a stand-alone Solangelo adventure in Tartarus. Yippee!!

Waystation Reunion

The Hunters of Artemis were at the Waystation and their mission to catch the Teumessian Fox. This too may be a set-up for a stand-alone.

We see some great Thalia and Reyna chemistry, where they both playfully compliment each other on being great hunters.

Josephine is teaching little Georgina all about mechanics in her machine shop. Apollo still isn’t clear about whether Georgie is her daughter or not.

Lityerses is overseeing an “elephant visitation program,” where Livia(from Waystation) and Hannibal(from Camp Jupiter) are on some kind of date. Uncle Rick has been reading fanfics and headcanons. It’s official.

Leo, meanwhile, has been indulging in some community service where he teaches homeless kids about shop skills at a local shelter and the kids like him. It’s been hinted that some of the kids are demigods.

Leo calls Josephine “mom,” who just scoffs but looks pleased all the same. She probably thinks Leo is the son she never had and Leo had said in The Dark Prophecy, that Josephine reminds him of his mom.

Calypso is loving regular mortal stuff, and has adjusted to her new life very well. Apollo doesn’t actually get to meet Calypso, because she’s been away all summer to a band camp where she is a counselor. Leo appears to be lovesick for Calypso.

It was also really cute to see Reyna and Leo getting on with each other too (It was surprising because Leo did destroy half of the Senate House when she was Praetor). Reyna was giving him advice on flirting with Calypso and asked him not to call her mamacita, and that he has to have more respect. She explains this strange action to Apollo, saying that Leo grew up without a mom so he never learnt these things, but now he has two great foster moms and a big sister(referring to herself) who isn’t afraid to smack him.

Camp Jupiter Reunion

Apollo visits Camp Jupiter, where he meets Hazel and Frank, who are both praetors after The Tyrant’s Tomb. Apollo says they are the most efficient and respected pair of praetors to ever run the Twelfth Legion.

Hazel and Frank give Apollo a tour of the Camp where they’ve installed more barracks, expanded the thermal baths and are constructing a victory arch on the main road to New Rome to commemorate the defeat of the emperors, Caligula and Commodus.

The victory arch is going to be completely plated with gold, more specifically, Hazel’s gold. As far as they can tell, Hazel’s curse is finally broken and her gold and jewels are finally safe to use or sell, as they please. They did an augury in Pluto’s shrine and it came up favorable.

Hazel hastened to add that they were not going to abuse this power, but were only going to use it to improve camp and honor the gods.

Hazel says that they won’t spend the money to buy yachts, private airplanes or big gold necklaces with ‘H+F 4Ever’ diamond pendants. Frank pouts in reply to this. This is definitely Frazel cuteness.

Lavinia Asimov fulfilled her promise to teach the entire Fifth Cohort how to tap-dance. The unit is now feared and respected in the war games for their ability to form a testudo shield wall while doing the three-beat shuffle.

The Jason Grace temple-expansion plan was still moving forward, with new shrines being added every week.

Also...Percy and Annabeth had arrived and taken up residence in New Rome, giving them two months to adjust to their new environs before the fall semester of their freshman year in college.

Annabeth, of course, is going to study architecture and Percy is unsure of his major. Annabeth is taking UC Berkeley’s Environmental design course and dual-enroll in New Rome University.

They reached the touchy subject of Jason’s death. Percy is unable to speak about this topic and Annabeth admits that she cried herself sick.

At the end of this conversation, Apollo uses his godly magic to teleport a plate of Sally Jackson’s blue cookies right into his hands and gives it to Percy.

Piper’s Reunion

When Lester arrives at Piper’s Tahlequah home, he sees two silhouettes on the edge of the roof and one leans over to kiss the other. Apollo gets flustered and switches form to adult Apollo, complete with toga and all. Both of them turn around.

One of the silhouettes, (a girl with short, dark hair and a rhinestone stud on her nose) asks Piper who this dude is and whether her dad has a boyfriend. The girl’s name, we discover, is Shel (Probably short for Shelby, I’m just guessing) and so far is assumed to be fully mortal.

Piper tells Apollo that she’s doing fine and that her dad too, has found some peace. She learns of Jason’s funeral and assures Apollo that he did right by him and will continue to as long as he remembers what it’s like to be human. Then she points at Shel and leaves.

Aeithales Reunion

Apollo was greeted by the Meliai, Meg’s personal troupe of seven super dryads. They took him for an intruder and marched him up to Meg.

Apollo found Meg digging dirt and showing her 11 foster siblings from the Imperial Household, how to transplant cacti.

Peaches was also in the scene, talking to another young female karpos, who is native to the area.

Meg hugs Apollo and they go for a little walk.

Herophile the Sybil lives in a trailer when she isn’t working in town as a Tarot card reader or crystal healer.

Lugeselwa was in the living room, putting together a rocking chair. She had been fitted with new mechanical arms, compliments of the Hephaestus Cabin.

Apollo offers Meg the reward he had promised to give her when he became a god again. Meg asks for a unicorn, which he conjures out of thin air. They promise to be friends forever and when Meg asks him whether he’ll come back, he replies, “The sun always comes back.”

A/N: Phew!! That was long. Very sorry about that. It took me 3 days to write. If you had the patience to read it, hope you enjoyed it.

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kleenexwoman · 2 years

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From "Fanfic Asks" you posted the other day: 3, 5, 19, 20

Canonverse or AUs: I wrote a ton of AUs when I was still writing a lot of Man from UNCLE stuff. Like...a lot of them. Multiple in the same story, sometimes. I usually do try to keep them related to the original in some way--even "Coffee in Paradise," which is supposed to be a fun coffeeshop AU, isn't "just" a coffeeshop AU. Which I think some readers may have figured out by now.

Crackship I love: Are you ready for some old-school fairy tale shit? Belle and the Little Mermaid. At the end of Cocteau's "Belle et la Bete," Belle is visibly disappointed when her beautiful Beast turns into a ludicrously handsome version of the guy who wants to marry her. And I can't blame her! I'm pretty sure he's a fairy prince who made the goddess Diana angry by trying to get with her (this is how he gets his curse in Cocteau's version), instead of just a little boy whose parents angered her. And at the end of the original Little Mermaid, the poor mermaid dies and either turns into seafom or an angel (depending on whether you read HCA's original depressed version or the version his editor made him write), because the prince sees her as a foundling he rescued and not a viable candidate for romance. So how's about Belle leaves her Chad, falls in love with the mermaid, finds Diana, and begs her to save her mermaid's life? Diana marries them as wife and wife and they live happily ever after. This has nothing to do with the fact that my first crush was on Ariel and I deeply identified with Belle but hated the Beast turning blonde at the end of the Disney movie. Shut up.

My favorite character headcanon: Jewish Illya 4ever. Yes, there are blonde Russian Jews who don't practice or believe and stayed in Russia, yes he could be one, yes I want him to be so he is. My great-great-grandparents were proud Communists and also proud Jews who got the fuck out of there, but I also know people whose families just went, "Yeah, we're atheist now, fine" and I guess that worked for them until the Cold War ended (because now they're in America).

Favorite fanfic or author: @teadrinkingwolfgirl writes the warmest, cutest fic I've ever read on a consistent basis. Also, for the sake of nostalgia, I am going to recommend one of my favorite fanfic universes ever at siubhan.com/sithcademy. It wasn't my first slashfic, but it was formative for a tweenaged nerd thrashing around trying out subcultures. I got a lot of GREAT music recs from that series and it's a big part of the reason I stayed interested in Star Wars (I put a little shout-out in "Colder Than the Moon" by having girl!Hux take Perkium for sleep).

#man from uncle #illya kuryakin #star wars #sith academy #jewish headcanons

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urcharactersclasspect · 3 years

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Hey there! Just found your blog, i was wondering in regards to what kind of personality a rogue of blood may have!

Sorry this took 4ever. Cracks knuckles

Generalized personalities are hard to decipher from Godtier alone, as you could realistically have a radically seperate personality from someone who has the same godtier as you but still have enough similarities between eachother in certain ethics or thoughts in other ways that it feels like they almost have the same one in terms of interests and how the aspect of blood bends around them as a person. Same with certain logical conclusions to situations each rogue of blood might have. So while there almost always is similiarities and eerie commonalities obviously not every Rogue of Blood will have the exact personality. Like, they might make similiar choices, but have wildly seperate personalities. Accordingly, when it comes to fictional characters- its not the personality alone but how they move inside the story they are inside of. The delevopments, the characters arcs, etc.

Now with that out if the way

Some common things I've noticed when it comes to protrayals of Rogues of Blood.

They usually come across as suprisingly standoffish- and the types to not be able to really handle relationships or the concept of forming connections to others, while at the same time obviously wanting them; Blood players are inherently drawn to the idea of commitments and connections, and without them they tend to be at a loss and feel like they are doing something wrong, and its worse if their connections tend to deny them the emotional rewards they crave from making them. This can lead almost any classpect of Blood to resent themselves, The rogue is no different.

Rogues in particular are seen as the types to give up their aspects to others as they feel they are unqualified to handle their own aspect properly and most everyone who is a rogue usually doesnt think their aspect fits them, which fits into this idea that they think they are lacking in it enough to deny whats actually usually obvious to everyone else, because they downplay themselves so much. They take it from other places like a surrogate placement subconciously and form their bonds naturally, and try to give it and share it with others instead of using it themselves as they feel almost entirely unattached to the aspect and taking advantage of the fact and just allowing themselves to keep and have those bonds.

So a Rogue of Blood, is someone who feels unattached to the idea of making relationships but wants to make them- like they dont make enough connections and commitments for themselves. Or maybe they really just dont out of pure fear that all their thoughts that they just couldnt handle healthy relationships is confirmed for them the more they reach out. Or maybe they push their connections or ties to others away because they feel like the people are just way less interested in making mutual ones with them, so they allow their own resentment of themselves cloud their judgement and then they wind up pushing the ties they did have to someone away and they wind up disconnecting from the rogue to someone else. Almost like passively just allowing the other person to take the connection instead bc they couldnt handle it themselves. Even when things were fine.

They will "give" the relationship or possibility of a closer connection to someone else.

Although as I type this, I realize it might be hella generalized sounding if any blood players actually read this. As Ive met several Blood players that suit radically different classes do very similiar things too. So take this with an omega pinch of salt, as blood players as a whole tend to do very similiar things in my opinion.

Blood players are the natural types with people, and they have a lot of self hate. But they love forming bonds with other people above all else. No matter the classpect or personality of the character or person. Its something blood players tend to be passionate about and have a lot of thoughts on.

In general Rogues of Blood are people who cant handle forming connections with others quite right, and they almost try to avoid making them despite desperately wanting them as a result of fear and self resentment based around their avoidance.

Pretty much almost every "Tsundere" character in Anime that happens to be a protagonist or secondary character love interest that progresses the plot comes to mind for rogues of blood, honestly. As blood players tend to be main characters and almost never side or background extras. As blood; the relationships, promises, bonds, connections, and commitments are the most important parts of almost every story you could think of in media or in books.

#classpecting #homestuck analysis #classpect analysis #rogue of blood #blood aspect #rogue class #long post

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The 3 Times Kenma Didn’t Get What You Wanted for Your Bday & the 1 Time He Did

(Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Like all friends, they remember what is most important to them, especially one another’s birthdays. However, Kenma seems to be struggling with finding you that perfect present year after year.

A/N: This is for the absolutely lovely @briswriting!!! I’m so happy to call you my friend, that you got me into Animal Crossing, and I hope you have an amazing bday today <3 :)

Warnings/Contains: Fluff, birthdays, the tiniest amount of angst. Disclaimer, I did some research on the video games I mentioned in this but none of the release dates match up lol.

Word Count: 2033

Elementary School; 5th year

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!”

“Wait, what?”

Kenma looked up from his GameBoy as he heard people talking by the door of the classroom. He saw one of his neighbors that he had bet through Kuroo talking to some of her friends and receiving some gifts and snacks from them.

Kenma looked at the desk in front of him and saw a few more trinkets and such from people in other classes. They may not have known each other for that long, but (Y/N) was the first friend of his that actually wanted to play video games rather than volleyball like Kuroo.

(Y/N) was nice, and had great taste in games; he would gladly call her his friend. So what do friends of a couple months get one another for their birthdays?

“Good morning, Kenma!” (Y/N) brought him out from his thoughts as she walked over and sat down at her desk, facing him with a bright smile. “What’re you playing?” She peered over his desk to try and catch a glimpse at what game was on the screen.

“I, um,” Kenma glanced down at his GameBoy as Pokemon: Red and Blue was still playing. He didn’t get to answer as (Y/N) already saw the screen with a gasp.

“Are you about to play the battle against Professor Oak?”

Kenma couldn’t explain it, but he felt his heart jump at her knowledge of the game. He knew that she played it, but he thought that she had just gotten it a couple weeks ago. “Yeah, I am.” He smiled shyly and quickly paused the game so he could talk to her properly. “Happy birthday, by the way. I’m sorry, but I didn’t get you anything.”

(Y/N) shook her head, waving her hands in front of her as well. “No, no! It’s totally fine! Trust me, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She smiled, moving her hair out of her face shyly. “Honestly what I keep getting from my friends gets to be too much of a hassle.”

Kenma smiled a little, finding her reasoning quite amusing; however he could tell during lunch she definitely enjoyed eating the cookies that someone had made her. He tried to think of something he could do for her, but he trusted her word to not worry too much. Besides, there was always next year.

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Middle School; 3rd year

It was late, almost too late to Kenma’s liking as he had just finished volleyball practice and wanted to do nothing than go home and finally get some rest before the weekend started tomorrow. However, he had one last thing to do.

Kenma had been hearing (Y/N) raving about the game for weeks, and he had managed to get it pre-ordered and delivered the day that it came out. Now he stood outside her apartment, hoping that she would like it.

He texted her to come to her door, and it was obvious that she was confused, but did so nonetheless. She smiled as she saw him, about to greet him, but he beat her to it, holding out a small, wrapped box for her to take.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

“Oh my god, Kenma you didn’t!” (Y/N) grinned wide as she noticed the shape of the wrapped box her friend had handed her. She opened it without hesitation, expecting to see Pokemon X and Y, but instead saw Animal Crossing: New Leaf. She felt touched that he remembered how much she wanted that game, but still looked up at Kenma with sorrow.

“Kenma, I am so sorry,” she laughed nervously, starting to feel guilty. “But my parents got me the game already along with a new 3DS.” (Y/N) knew that there was no way that he could have known, but she felt guilty nonetheless over the fact that Kenma had spent his money to get her the game.

Kenma on the other hand felt nothing but embarrassment. He realized his mistake and that he should have asked her parents if she was going to be getting the game. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if there was more than just that game that you wanted.”

Like she did back in elementary school, she shook her head. “No, you’re fine, Kenma.” She laughed softly to try and lighten the mood, but she could still tell that Kenma felt awkward about getting her a game that she had been gifted not 3 hours ago. Then she smiled. “Wait! Now that you have the game, we can play it together!”

Kenma tilted his head a little, confused. “I thought it wasn’t a multiplayer game.”

“It’s not, but we can still keep up with one another’s progress and stuff. It’ll be like when we play Pokemon and see who can defeat the boss quicker!”

Although it wasn’t Kenma’s ideal choice of game style, he still kept the game and played with (Y/N) both online and while they hung out together. Soon enough, he became addicted and got a whole level ahead of (Y/N) despite their agreement to build their islands and such together.

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High School; 2nd Year

It was raining after school, and Kuroo had decided to cancel practice due to the weather scheduled to get worse throughout the evening. Kenma felt grateful for two reasons. One, he could go home and finish his homework early before playing some more Animal Crossing. Two, he could see (Y/N) before she had her club and give her the batch of his mom’s homemade brownies that he promised her a few days ago.

Kenma was on his way towards the room where he knew she would be at, however he didn’t expect her to be sitting outside the door. He saw her phone in hand along with her backpack leaning against her. Then he caught sight of her face and rushed over as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes. “(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of her name, instinctively reaching up to wipe below her eyes before putting on the best smile she could muster at the last second. “Kenma!” She chuckled and stood up quickly to straighten herself out. “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“Kuroo cancelled it due to the weather planning to get worse. So I decided to bring you the brownies since you said you wanted them for your birthday.” Kenma reached into his bag and pulled out a small container that contained the sweets. (Y/N) didn’t say another word, just stepping forward and bringing him into a hug.

Kenma froze as she did so, not sure how to react. “(Y-Y/N)?”

“Just,” she took a deep breath to keep from letting out any tears. “Let me have this, please?”

Kenma looked at her, wondering what it was that was causing her to be so upset, but he knew that she would tell him on her own time. For now, all he did was hug her and he practically felt the tension and nerves in her body melt away, ignoring how his heart raced rapidly due to her being so close and for so long.

That year, Kenma was the only one who had remembered (Y/N)’s birthday.

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College; 1st year

It was a couple days before (Y/N)’s birthday and Kenma was stressing beyond belief. Ever since high school, Kuroo he had begun to realize that he had developed feelings for her and he never knew how to express them into words or actions.

He remembered the day that Kuroo pointed it out to him because they were playing an online game together and Kenma had managed to lose against both him and Bokuto. Needless to say it was obvious that something was bothering him and Kuroo needed to know (even if he already did).

Either way, he wanted to do what he thought would make her happy for her birthday. Some had been flops while others he felt like haven’t been the right gift, but he still did what he could.

This year however, he wanted to know exactly what she wanted.

The two of them were in the middle of playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons when Kenma thought he’d just ask via the game while they were fishing on his island.

‘btw, what do u want 4 ur bday?’

Since they were at different universities and couldn’t physically see each other, (Y/N) assumed that he would just craft/give her something in the game.

‘a cat to cuddle & love 4ever’

Kenma chuckled at her reply, smiling to himself as he typed out one himself, but (Y/N) added another response.

‘even though it’s not in the game XD’

Oh.

Kenma froze for a moment as he realized how (Y/N) interpreted his question. But he still got an answer and wasn’t going to take it for granted. He quickly got on his laptop and pulled up Amazon. Lucky for him, he found a cat plushie that he knew (Y/N) would like that would arrive the day before her birthday.

On the fateful day, Kenma headed to her dorm as he knew she was spending her birthday on a different day with her family and would most likely be cooped up side playing games (much like himself). Once he messaged her to come outside and was met with a ‘read’ text, he knew she was on her way down to greet him. When (Y/N) saw him with the stuffed cat in his arms, she ran over and hugged him tightly as she could.

Kenma almost lost his footing and fell, but he managed to stay standing and hug her back. “I know what you said you wanted a cat, but I didn’t want you to get kicked out of your dorm.”

(Y/N) laughed, shaking her head at his words before pulling away. She also took the cat plushie from him to get a better look at it before holding it in her arms. She smiled shyly at him. “Kenma, I was talking about you.”

“Wait, what?” Kenma’s eyes widened, repeating the words she said a couple days ago in his head. He felt his cheeks start to turn pink as (Y/N) spoke up again.

“All I wanted was to spend my birthday with you.” She glanced to the side, starting to feel flustered. “You’ve been my best friend for years and you’re so nice and considerate, not to mention cute,” she giggled, pausing briefly. “It’s practically impossible for anyone not to be around you and,” she met his gaze again. “I like you, Kenma.”

Kenma didn’t know when he did or what made him think it was a good idea, but he reached out with one hand and held the back of her head as he pulled her in for a kiss, which she gladly returned a second later. Once he pulled away, he smiled shyly as though silently apologizing for being so straightforward and sudden.

“Uh,” Kenma cleared his throat, letting go of her so she could have some space. “Would you like to go get some dinner?” It was obvious that he wasn’t sure what to say or do at the moment.”

(Y/N) simply shook her head, reaching for his hand and leading him into the building in which she stayed at. “I’d much rather spend my birthday eating takeout and playing video games with you. How does that sound?”

“But, it’s your birthday.” Kenma followed her to the elevator, still holding her hand.

“Exactly, so that means we’re going to do what I want.” (Y/N) giggled and kissed his cheek before stepping inside the elevator with him and pressing the button for her floor. “And I want to cuddle you while we eat and play Animal Crossing together.”

Kenma smiled, squeezing her hand to let her know his thoughts on her plans for the rest of the evening. “Sounds like a plan.” He was thankful that he decided to bring his Nintendo Switch with him.

“Oh, and that means that I want all of the turnips you bought yesterday, too.”

“Wait what?”

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'Match-Up' for Shihozaki

Hey, Shiho. Sorry, it took so long. I really wanted to get someone that complimented you and also could bring something different to the table. In your request, you mentioned you were ‘Bi-Curious’ so I wanted to play off that. And, to be honest, I’m kind of happy I went that route. The boys of BNHA are amazing, but there’s some pretty amazing girls, too. ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

I match you with...Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack)

Relationship Song: I Don’t Give A… -Missio/4Ever - The Veronicas/I Know I Know I Know - Tegan And Sara

Officially the coolest and most talented couple at UA.

I mean seriously, the two of you even came together and formed a band. (Think ‘The Veronicas’ vibes.)

You both just get on together really well. You just have similar hobbies, ideals, and opinions. Plus, I feel like your vibes really coincide with one another's.

Being introverted individuals, you guys tend to of course prefer each other's company over hanging out in a group. However, that doesn’t mean that you guys don’t get hyped up when you hang out with friends. Far from it. When around friends you guys tend to let loose more than you would at school.

Now when ya’ll hang out it usually involves having a jam session or just being in each other’s company while taking part in your individual hobbies. For instance, you could be reading a book while she’s laying down playing video games with her head in your lap. Just simple things like that.

Now, the both of you enjoy TikTok. In fact you both have a joint account, titled after your band, of course. As mentioned before, you guys are very talented, because of this you’ve managed to acquire quite a huge following. Since you guys can’t really perform outside of school, thanks to the UA’s strict rules and guidelines, you guys settled for showing your music and performing concerts through the platform. Jirou lets you manage the creating and editing of the videos. She knows how extremely knowledgeable you are on the subject. Plus, she loves watching you do your thing. She loves to ask questions because she’s genuinely curious, but also because whenever you talk about it you get this little twinkle in your eye and smile on your face that causes her heart to swell.

A typical date usually involves going into town and having a mini shopping day. Mainly hitting up the bookstore, music shop, and bakery. Sometimes you guys end up going with some friends and hit up the local karaoke bar.

Movie dates are also a thing, too. Either at home or to the local cinema.

Now Jiro doesn’t like to admit it but she loves sweet food. It’s, honestly, one of her weak spots, but don’t tell no one.

In fact, ya’ll love to go explore new cafes and bakeries to try out new desserts. Sometimes, when you guys are feeling a little daring or inspired from a recipe you saw online you guys will try to stay home and bake instead. If you ever need any help with anything you guys go to Sado for help. Oftentimes, you just end up having him bake it for ya’ll while you guys take a nap. What? 45 minutes is a long time.

Speaking of naps...

Once class is out for the day it’s not unusual for the two of you to go up to yours or Jiro’s dorm and just take a nap. Hell, sometimes ya’ll don’t even wake up for dinner and Mina as so come up and pull ya’ll out of your comas. Now, if it’s the weekend she doesn’t ever bother trying to mess with you guys.

Jiro doesn’t mind that you’re not a very optimistic person. The world can be a harsh place and people can be downright unbearable. So, she understands. Besides, you guys often end up having a lot of deep talks so she’s able to grasp your point of view on a lot of topics and issues.

You both tend to hold a ‘I give respect, if you deserve respect’ mentality. I mean so many people, especially people in positions of power, don’t deserve the respect they demand.

Aside from when you two are alone together, neither of you really show too much emotion, which is fine because you guys tend to save it for your music, anyways. Feelings are complicated and can be very hard to understand. Music just tends to be an easier emotional outlet for ya’ll.

Jiro knows you don’t like being told what to do, but sometimes it’s for your own good. This can be a point of aggravation between you two. However, it’s usually easily solved by having a deep talk. Being able to listen to both sides and see where the other is coming from is a big reason why ya’ll work so great together.

Now, Jiro is mostly confident, but there are times she tends to second guess herself and her abilities, especially when it comes to her being a hero. At times, like this she really needs you to be there for her. Just show her you love her and whisper encouraging words to her. She trusts your opinion more than anyone’s.

While Jiro can appear as being closed off and stand offish she actually has a really goofy side. I mean have you seen how much fun she pokes at Denki, especially when it comes to him short-circuiting himself. Your girl loves to drag him for that. It’s all in good fun. She loves the electric dork. He is her best friend after all. Because of this you can expect a lot of your group hang outs to be filled with their hilarious bantering. Throw in a few jokes of your own and Jiro will practically die laughing.

She respects and admires your realistic outlook about what you want/look for in a relationship. She loves that you know what you want and aren’t afraid to admit it. Jiro herself doesn’t like to sugar coat things. Heck, this blunt honesty is why ya’ll get along so well.

PDA:

Jiro while in public isn’t big on PDA. It’s a mixture of she’s shy and she believes stuff like that should be saved for the two of you when you’re in private. However, she isn’t ashamed to hold hands if you so wished.

If you two are just lounging on the couch in the common room she doesn’t mind if you lean up against her. And, if you feel like being a little bit of a tease and decide to sit in her lap you can guarantee she’ll turn into a blushing mess, but honestly, it’s just one of the many things only you can get away with. She’ll simply just wrap her arm around your waist and pull you closer to her.

Now, when in private she’s more open to being intimate with you. This mainly just involves sweet, passionate kisses. She’ll grasp your face and pull you close to her as she goes to lean in.

Jiro loves to hug you from behind wrapping her arms around your waist or shoulders. She loves to rest her head on your shoulder, especially if you're editing videos, reading or playing the piano/drums. She just loves watching you work on your passions. Sometimes, if she is in a particularly good mood she plant sweet kisses on your cheek. Only if you allow her of course. She’s able to sense if you don’t feel like being touched or kissed at any given moment.

Most times she asks for your permission before kissing you or hugging you, but there is the occasional time, especially in moments of high emotion, that she just goes in for one. She may seem calm and collected on the outside, but she actually feels a lot more than she lets on. She’s just not that good at expressing it a lot of the time. You guys are very similar in this regard and it’s one of the many reasons ya’ll work so well together. You understand each other better than anyone.

#mha #bnha #bnha matchup #bnha matchups #bnha jirou #bnha jiro kyoka #mha jiro kyoka #mha jirou #x reader #anime matchups #anime #open requests

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hi! 1, 2, 12, 13, 24, and 30!! :)

Hey Pluto:)) ahsgahs this is my first time responding an ask, also I get REALLY rambly, so bare with me x))

1. I've got plenty actually

-Thnks fr th mmrs by Fall Out Boy

It takes me back to those good times back in middle school with my friends. I had this burst of discoveries of a bunch of things that I still like today (big fob fan here). Basically the birth of the actual me:')) also as time passes by the title does justice to its meaning.

-Season 2 Episode 3 by Glass Animals

I just really vibe with this song, this is my theme song in some other universe I know it.

-Cool with you by Her's

Again, the vibe is i👏mma👏cu👏late👏 def a song to just lay down/cuddle while listening to. Also, I still can't believe both of them (her's) died in an accident, it broke my heart bc they were new artists:(( may they rest in peace.

-4ever After by Kero One and Ace Hashimoto

It's funny how I used to like a lot of edgy and angsty music (I still do lmao) but my favs rn are really vibey ones. This one makes me sp chill and happy~ I do my silly little dances around my silly little house✨

-Being Human from Steven Universe

Man this one has many feels to it. It takes me back to my friends and I watching SU in middle school, to last year watching SU's finale, the first months of quarantine, chill and happy times, and being alive in general:') I love SU and this song to death.

-Glued by Melanie Martinez

I love all of Mel's songs, this woman literally can't make a bad song, pls😭✨✨ but this song, omg this song just hits different. I can relate so much, the vibe, the rythm, the lyrics, her soothing voice?? Ma'am🛐🛐 Take my soul~

-Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh

Spanish is my first language, this song played on the radio 24/7 when I was a child. I rediscovered it back in middle school and I still listen to it today. The lyrics are so beautiful, actually, I love every song from this band too🥺💞💞

2. Many...but I'll do top 5

-Big Hero 6

-The Breakfast Club

-Every Star Wars movie lmao

-Coco

-Soul

Do you ever feel like reinventing yourself after watching a film? Yeah, same.

12. Kinda anxious bc I've exams this week but rather fine, thanks for asking🥺💞

13. Anything sweet (not much of a surprise huh?)

24. It depends, I actually have a hard time trying to relax when I get stressed, but something that I really need in order for me to calm down is to be alone. I'm dead meat if I can't get away from a crowded place or even if there's just one person in the room while being stressed💀💀

30. I don't think I've find it yet. I mean, I could say my room but that's more like my comfort place. I've been dreaming of what or who could feel like home since quarantine started. Home is rather something, someplace, someone I going to find sooner or later, I know it:'))

Thanks for the asks bæ🥺🥺 this was fun~💞

#asks uwu #pluto✨

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Addicted Chapter 20

@klaroline-4ever @cry-btch @xanderling @kol-and-elena-fanfiction @elejahforever @elejah-wonderland @morsmornte @geekofmanyfandoms @eternityunicorn Elijah walked around a tree, trailing his hand over the bark as he read the message from Rebekah. His eyes flickered to the left where a stagnant swamp stretched out farther than his eyes could see in the weak light from the moon. At its current place in the cycle he should have been able to see everything, but wispy clouds blew overhead casting the world around in deep shadows.

He pressed the phone to his ear waiting for the call to connect.

Lake des Allemands stretched out on one side, but aside from the occasional hoot of an owl all was silent.

“That was fast.”

“Good evening Rebekah,” he chuckled, moving along a narrow path.

“Kol and I split up a few minutes ago at Houma. How long would it take you to get to the Bayou?”

“I’m already here.” He followed the path around the lake. A squirrel scampered up a tree, chittering angrily at him for daring to invade its home.

“You and Nik split to look and your first thought was the Bayou?”

He could see the way her brows rose up in his mind. “It was something Elena said, about definitely believing Niklaus now.”

“So you already worked out there was a werewolf with her.”

“I worked out there was a chance,” he cocked his head to the right. In the distance, several miles away he made out the faint strains of music, but he remained where he was, unwilling to put faith in the reliability of cell service. “However it was highly plausible that she would have remained in the city, choosing to hide in plain sight.”

“That chance is gone now.”

“Are we certain of the fact?” His fingers curled around the branch.

“Positive; the only way she could be cloaked is if someone did the spell out here, and then the wolf pretty much confirmed that she is somewhere in the Bayou. Kol is moving down towards Terrebonne Bay, and I was just about to move towards Lake des Allemends.”

“Move towards Palourde instead,” he tapped the branch. “I’m already up here. What of Niklaus?”

“He knew of a few wolf packs who kept houses further out, so he was gonna start there and work his way back to the city. If I head west I should meet him somewhere in the middle, and we’ll probably still miss… three mil…”

“Rebekah?” He checked his screen as the call disconnected.

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“Hello? Elijah?” Rebekah paused to check her phone. Mud coated the bottom of her heels as her weight settled in place. She cursed and took off at a run, coming to a sudden stop when she reached an empty camp site.

She picked up her foot, resting her ankle on her knee to inspect the irreversible damage.

“Of all the days to wear suede,” she shook her head, lowering her foot back to the ground.

There was no sound coming from any of the tents, and the whole place stank of werewolf. She flipped open a couple of tents just to ensure what her ears and nose had already confirmed and to be certain that there were no signs of Elena.

As she straightened from the last tent a deep growl rumbled from behind. She spun slowly, letting her eyes follow her ears to a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

The wind shifted, carrying the wolf’s scent to her sensitive nose as the clouds shifted, bathing the beast in weak light. The hackles rose up when she took a step towards it.

She retreated to her original position, and it calmed as much as a wolf could, but it was still on high alert.

“Alright,” she put her hands on her hips, “what’s the deal? Am I encroaching on pack territory?” She moved to the left and it shifted with her.

Rebekah tried to listen beyond the site, but the wolf was growling and there was a deceptively intelligent gleam in those glowing eyes.

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It was the strangest of sensations: the further she read the less she saw the words on the page. Images flowed through her mind, placing her in the starring role of a movie she had only been vaguely aware existed.

She knew she was a decent writer – she had always thought she would be one someday – but she wasn’t that good. Not yet, anyway.

It had to be her subconscious mind at work; releasing her memories with every flipped page.

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“You were helping someone who wanted to kill her!” Davina shifted on her bed, glaring at Marcel.

“The way he phrased the information made it sound like he was the one saving her, D,” he held out his hands. “I’m not perfect. I made a mistake. Luckily I realized it before he got any useful information.”

“She could have gotten hurt,” her arms crossed tightly over her torso. The bobby pin cut into her palm. “She’s scared and lost and missing a huge chunk of her memory, and listening to you could have gotten her killed.”

Caroline cleared her throat, drawing their eyes to where she still stood on the other side of the threshold.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, because watching you light into a vampire is beyond amusing,” she gestured between Davina and Marcel, “but how exactly did you know about Elena’s memory.”

Davina pressed her lips together, concentrating on the metal in her hand. She uncurled one finger first and then another until they could see it.

“I may have slipped into her head,” she mumbled, using her free hand to twist her hair around her fingers. “I helped her with a nightmare, and then we talked. She’s nice.”

Bonnie perched on the edge of the bed, keeping her voice as level as possible. “Did she tell you where she was?”

“She didn’t want Alistair to torture the information out of me,” she shook her head.

“Alistair’s not gonna hurt her anymore,” Marcel swore. “He’s seen his last sunrise.”

Davina slowly reached for the map, unfolding the paper over the white quilt. She frowned down at the page for a moment, fingering the edges as she did.

“I’m not gonna help…”

“Davina…”

She held out her hand, cutting Marcel off. “I’m not gonna help until I know this Alistair is taken care of,” she clarified.

“I promise you he is.”

“I wanna see it for myself.”

“D…” Marcel trailed off as her jaw set. He sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Fine,” he moved to her closet, yanking grey wool from a hanger, “but you’re covering up.”

Davina pushed her arms into the sleeves, tucked Elena’s pin in her pocket and pulled the hood up over her head.

“Happy?”

“No,” he pulled her hood lower over her forehead, “but it’ll have to do.”

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Outrunning a single werewolf was easy. Outrunning two was child’s play. Outrunning three was tricky, but outrunning four was impossible.

Especially when the fourth cut off her escape followed by two more.

She paused to route another path, spinning in a slow circle as she was surrounded.

Marcel was going to get another piece of her mind. Really, who went around inverting the werewolf curse? Sure, it freed the French Quarter of one of the species vying for control, but at what cost?

Wolves were deadly enough on the one night. Giving them toxicity for all but a few hours a month was the stupidest idea she had ever heard of.

“Don’t suppose you’d respond well to ‘good doggy’?” She looked from one wolf to another. In the distance came the pop of fire.

Her eyes flicked in the direction, catching only a glimpse of orange before dark fur darted towards her.

She tossed the first wolf off, bowling its body into another. The pair of them crashed into a tree and were still.

For a moment silence reined in her little clearing, punctuated only by the laboured sound of injured animals. They would be good as new by midday, but for the moment they could be counted out of any fight.

The remaining four circled, closing in on silent paws.

“Good doggies?” She held out her hands.

++++

Her journal sat closed on her lap, lighter now as if the memories she had read once weighed down the pages.

Slow spinning started in her abdomen – whether a memory or an actual event, she didn’t know – and she placed her hand there.

“Don’t suppose you know what to do now?” Her question was met by silence and a quick flip. “Didn’t think so. That’s alright, though. You’re not supposed to have answers yet.”

Low growls traveled up the stairs and through the windows, making the glass tremble.

“Don’t worry,” she wasn’t sure if she was speaking to the baby or herself, “we’re okay…”

The room fell away into darkness.

Elena’s eyelids fluttered open. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark room illuminated by a soft orange glow.

She sat up, taking in her surroundings by the light of the kerosene lamp while rubbing her eyes. It took a moment for the scrambled fragments of her dream to come into focus.

“What is that?”

She twisted to see Kaleb rubbing a crick from his neck and glanced to the wooden table at his side.

“Did you sleep in that chair?” She stifled a yawn. The rumbling sound continued outside.

“Guess I nodded off,” he shrugged. “You okay? You had some kind of nightmare.”

“I’m fine,” she blinked, stretching her shoulders. “Someone helped me out.”

“Subconscious manifest some kind of hero for you?”

“More like a witch stepped into my head.”

“Your witch friend?” He guessed, glancing toward the screen door.

Elena swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her foot nudged a pair of boots that Eve had left her before she fell asleep. She pulled on the socks and slipped her feet into the shoes, tightening the laces to make up for the size difference.

“Complete stranger actually,” she got to her feet. “A girl named Davina.”

Kaleb froze, watching as she shuffled toward the door and smoothed down the mess that was her hair.

“She was nice. She helped me find my…” she trailed off as the images settled, slotting themselves in with her memories.

“You met Davina in your dreams?” Kaleb prompted. “Davina Claire?”

“Yeah,” Elena pulled open the screen door, stepping out onto the porch. She wrapped her fingers around a post and looked out over the water, remembering headlights flickering in the dark.

A yelp drew her attention towards the woods. It was followed by a growl, a shriek and a familiar voice swearing a familiar expletive.

She jumped off the deck, pulling her feet free of the squelching mud and running past the trees.

“Elena?” Kaleb’s cry came from behind, and she heard him running to catch up but she didn’t stop. She kept going, startling a couple of wolves who were staring off into the woods.

One of them nipped at her leggings. The material tore but she kept going, followed now by a warlock and two wolves. She had to slow when she came under the canopy of trees and pay closer attention to where she placed her feet, affording Kaleb and her self-appointed bodyguards to catch up.

“Have you lost it?” He grabbed her sleeve.

“What are you doing, darlin’?” Jackson stepped out from behind a darkened tree.

“I know that voice,” she pulled her arm free from Kaleb.

“One of the vampires chasing you?” Jackson guessed. “She won’t get close. The packs taking care of her.”

“Oh no,” she shook her head, moving towards the sound of a fight. “They need to stop. She’ll kill them all.”

“Pretty sure they’ll be the ones killin’ her, but alright.”

Jackson left her with Kaleb and the wolves, racing through the trees.

++++

Rebekah snarled, a sound she recognized and hated, while throwing wolf after wolf away. Two of them laid dead at her feet – their toxic venom running up her arms. She could feel the poison starting to work, aided by the adrenaline of the fight, and stumbled on her feet.

Her knees buckled as a wolf pounced. She rolled onto her back, raising her hands in defence to hold the grey beast back.

A sharp whistle broke the night and the world retreated to the low rumble coming from the wolf. Its belly pressed her down into the soft ground as its pack backed away.

She stared at the razor sharp fangs. The powerful jaws hung suspended above nose. It would have taken nothing for it to rip into her throat; she wouldn’t put up much of a fight. She doubted she could have aimed a decent punch at the moment.

“Oliver!”

The wolf grumbled, and then whined when the voice came again. The third time the name was said he backed off, slinking away from Rebekah’s sprawled body.

She stared up through the canopy of trees to a sky streaked through with the first light of dawn before sitting up on her elbows and seeking the man who had spoken.

She caught his eyes, glaring as much as the fever would allow.

“Your mutts need to learn some manners.”

“I’m sure he’d love to apologize, but sadly you won’t be around in a month to hear it.”

“These bites won’t kill me,” she got to her feet, staggering on her heels. Her bright eyes cut to the left as a woman stepped between two trees.

++++

His eyes flashed gold, staring down the cat through the trees. Three hours of meticulous searching and the only sign of life was the bobcat. It hissed, but ultimately decided he wasn’t worth the fight for territory and scampered off.

++++

“How exactly did you make friends with a werewolf?” Rebekah eased herself down on the edge of the dock. “You’ve been gone less than two days and managed to gain an entire pack of wolves as allies.”

Elena caught a glimpse of a bite through a rip in her sleeve.

“I just asked for help,” she crossed her arms.

“Seriously?” Her brows rose.

“Seriously,” Jackson perched on a chair. The dying embers from the fire painted his skin in light and shadow.

“Al…” Elena’s tongue tripped over the name. “He said he wanted to make sure it was true before he killed me,” her fingers danced over her stomach. “He… I don’t understand why…”

“What do you mean?” She rolled her neck back, longing for a hot shower to remove every last inch of grime.

“Jeremy, Ric, Jen… Jenna,” her voice broke on a sob. She clamped her hand over her mouth.

“She’s okay.” Rebekah cracked open one eye.

“What?” Elena blinked.

“Your aunt,” she sat up, hesitating before placing her hand on Elena’s shoulder. “She’s alright. She had Nik’s blood in her system.”

“She’s alright?” Her eyes gleamed.

“She wanted to come down here with us, but since she’s still new we thought it would be better if she stayed in Mystic Falls. Stefan’s keeping an eye on her – you know, make sure she doesn’t take a chunk out of her boyfriend or your brother.”

“But she’s okay?”

“She’s okay.” Rebekah shivered. Gooseflesh rose on her arms, and the bites burned setting her skin on fire creating an unpleasant sensation of hot and cold everywhere. She looked to where her hand was still on the brunette’s shoulder. “I carried her, your brother and Alaric into the house before anyone could see them.”

“You carried them inside?” Elena turned to face her, frown deepening when she nodded. “What were you doing at my house?”

“I…” she lowered her hand to the deck, holding the edge until her knuckles turned white. “I was gonna wait on your porch,” she cleared her throat, biting down on her cheek. “I wanted to talk.”

“You wanted to talk to me?” She pointed, leveling her finger over her heart.

Rebekah’s eyes flickered up, tracking Jackson as he moved around the yard talking quietly with Kaleb.

“My brother wasn’t speaking to me,” she sighed. “And I thought… I don’t know what I thought.” Her eyes flickered to Jackson again, tracing his features for any sign of familiarity.

“Nik’s talking to me now, but only because he needed all of us to help,” she pressed her heel down, thoroughly coating the shoe in mud. “Tomorrow he’ll go back to giving me the cold shoulder, and it will be decades before I can talk to you again… if that, so…”

She lapsed into silence, and Elena took a moment to study her face. The fever left a thin sheen of sweat across her brow, but her eyes were still clear.

“Rebekah?” She twisted her shirt around her fingers, revealing a tiny sliver of skin.

“I shouldn’t have doused you in gasoline,” she blurted.

Elena’s eyes widened and mouth popped open. “Was that supposed to be an apology?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Rebekah snapped.

She felt the corner of her mouth lift up and bit down hard; Rebekah shared more with her brother than colouring.

“You’ll understand my confusion,” she tilted her head, “since I didn’t actually hear the words ‘Elena, I’m sorry’.”

Rebekah closed her eyes and worked her jaw.

“I’m not good at this, Elena,” she shook her head. “I’ve never… I don’t…”

“Just say the words,” she leaned closer. “If Klaus can apologize I’m sure you can.”

“Nik?” She scoffed. “He’s never acknowledged remorse in his life.”

“Do you think I have so little self-respect that I’d repeatedly sleep with a man incapable of showing even the slightest level of remorse for draining me dry?” She lifted an eyebrow. Her right hand curved under the swell of her stomach.

Rebekah chewed over her words for a moment and watched the water ripple along the lake shore for a moment before she spoke, panting slightly around the words that were becoming harder to get out.

“You didn’t do anything. You were as much a victim as the rest of us, and I stalked you through the caves and would have set you on fire,” she met Elena’s eyes, holding her gaze through the pressure building in her head. “I’m sorry, and… and I swear I will never do that again.”

“Really?” Her brows lowered.

“Really,” she sighed. “Whether Nik ever chooses to acknowledge me again or not you are family now.”

“I’m not sure I want to be family.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I’ve seen your family fall apart. Your mother wants you all dead, your oldest brother won’t speak to any of you. Klaus kept you all in coffins, and Kol told me how he ended up daggered most of the time; the roles you and Elijah played in it. I don’t want you to see me as someone you’re tethered to, and you don’t kill out of obligation.”

“Then what do you want if you don’t want to be family?” Her shoulders slumped. The rough deck was looking more and more appealing.

“How about friends?”

Rebekah’s head snapped up so fast she was surprised the bone didn’t crack. She swayed slightly and took shallow breaths.

“You’d… you’d be my friend?” Her heart stuttered. “I’m not very good at ‘friends’ Elena.”

“Well,” she leaned back on her palms, “saying sorry when you do something wrong, and traipsing through a swamp in the middle of the night are good starts.”

“Sounds like you’re getting more out of this friendship than I am,” she laughed. The sound quickly turned into a wet hacking sound.

“Where’s Klaus?” Elena rubbed between her shoulder blades as she leaned forward.

Rebekah wheezed, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She shook her head quickly. “He was further out, working his way towards me, but I don’t know where he is.”

Elena picked up Rebekah’s discarded cell phone, holding it up in search of non-existent service.

“I’ve got a theory,” she put down the phone. Rebekah turned bright eyes on her and nodded. “Alistair used Jackson to prove that Klaus is her dad,” she saw Rebekah glance at her stomach. “If she can make a hybrid, maybe she can do the other things her dad can.”

Elena pushed up the sleeve of Klaus’ shirt and held out her wrist.

“Elena…”

“Come on,” she waved her arm. “Isn’t it better to know what she can do?”

“If it doesn’t work and I lost control then you could get hurt.”

“Okay,” Elena lowered her arm and stood up, calling across the yard. “Kaleb?”

“Yeah?” He paused with Jackson, both of them turning around to look at them.

She wondered if Jackson had been listening in, but then decided he hadn’t – at least not intentionally.

“Have you got enough power to give a vampire an aneurysm?”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” he smirked.

“There,” Elena held out her hand again. “If it doesn’t work Kaleb can subdue you and I’ll run inside.”

She saw the apprehension flicker through Rebekah’s blue eyes as she struggled to regain her slipping control. She held her breath as her wrist was gently grasped, wincing as teeth sunk into her skin.

++++

Caroline’s foot tapped impatiently against the sidewalk as she waited for the call to connect.

“Are you sure they’ve got service out there?” Bonnie craned her neck around. Her cell phone forwarded directly to Rebekah’s voicemail.

“One of them has to,” she stabbed the screen. Her fingers typed in the next number, pausing when the car came around the corner. “Woah.”

“What exactly does Marcel do?” Bonnie scrutinized the white sports car.

“A little of everything.” Davina tightened her sweater, using the hood to hide her face as the sun rose.

Caroline returned her attention back to the phone, glancing at the young witch. “What’s with the Grim Reaper impression?”

“There are some not nice people looking for me,” she murmured. “Marcel’s been hiding me from them.”

“What do they want?” She counted the rings, hopeful when she wasn’t instantly sent to voicemail.

“To slit my throat for a blood sacrifice,” she held her elbows.

“What is it with witches and murder?” Caroline murmured.

“WHAT?”

“Oh shit,” she straightened her shoulders. “Elena’s fine.”

“She’s with you?”

Caroline almost hated to say no at the sound of relief in Klaus’ voice, but lying never worked out well. “She’s not, but the ‘witches and murder’ was part of another conversation. The locator spell put her west side of Lake Verret. You know it?”

“I’m about twenty miles north of it.”

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Work Something Out

Characters: Dean Winchester x Teacher!Reader, Castiel Winchester

Word Count: 1,480

Warnings: just fluff, minor angst

Summary: One of your students tells a story that captures your attention quickly because it brings you back to your past and the one thing that changed your life forever.

Squared Filled: meeting the parents // Daycare Teacher au

Author’s Note: This is for @spndeanbingo and @spnfluffbingo2019 respectively and this is also based o @spn-imagines-nation imagine! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“Alright class, I hope you all had a great summer. I see new faces, and to get to know each other, I want you to turn to your table and tell each other a little bit about you as well as something fun you did this summer,” you said to your class of adorable children. “You may begin.”

Almost immediately, chatter erupted throughout the classroom which made you smile. Taking a seat at your desk, you watch their faces grow with smiles as they told their old friends and potentially new ones of their lives. The one kid you were especially paying attention to was Castiel Winchester who was so enthusiastic in his storytelling. He had been in your class for the past few years, so you knew a little bit about him. He was usually quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t like that this time. He seemed to have found the courage to be outspoken and friendly to his peers.

Teaching kids is something you’ve always wanted to do. They were your passion and fuel that gassed up your motivation for life. Just seeing their smiles when they came to you with a project they made, a paper they wrote, a test they completed, and anything else they did at school or home gave you the utmost joy. You didn’t have any kids of your own, so you thought your school children as if they were. It was always a pleasure to teach them and help them grow into exceptionally fine people. It was always hard to watch them leave after every year, but it was worth it.

As each kid took their turns, you could tune into what they were trying to say. One kid was proudly telling their peers about how he and his older sister took a round trip across the country since she was going away to college soon and wanted to do something with him. Another kid talked about the time where she had to get her tonsils removed and how much ice cream she ate because of it. Each story was more or less the same, but they were all unique in their own way.

Getting up, you walked around the classroom and stopped by each desk to monitor the things they were talking about. You didn’t know how many times kids would talk about things that their parents did or recall something of what they heard that wasn’t appropriate for school. As you approached Castiel’s table, he was still talking about his summer, but that wasn’t why you were so concerned. It was the looks on his tablemate’s faces that got you immediately tuning into their conversation.

“And then my daddy ripped off the head of the vampire! Blood went everywhere and it was so cool! I was only allowed to stay in the car, but I saw the whole thing! It was like the time he stabbed ten demons in the gut and killed them all! He and my uncle are the best monster hunters ever!” Castiel grinned, showing off his toothless smile. He apparently had lost his two front teeth as well. His friends were clearly scared, and they looked at you for help, but you were frozen, unable to move or any anything.

His story brought back memories you’d rather forget. When you were a child, your family was murdered right in front of your eyes. For an eight-year-old, that was traumatizing enough, but it wasn’t humans that destroyed your life. A nest of vampires broke in and slaughtered everyone in their trail. The only reason why you were able to get away was that there was 7 of you and only 6 of them. It broke your heart to leave, but while they were busy munching on your family, you left and ran to your neighbor’s house who called the police. By the time they got there, the vampires were long gone, but you remembered everything about that night. Even though you told the police you were asleep and caught the men already inside. Even though you told them they were human. Even though after 25 years, you could still remember their faces and the way they sunk their teeth into your parents like they were a lean piece of meat. After that night, you never encountered another supernatural thing ever but researched a lot about vampires and other creatures in case something were to happen. Your passion was children, so you pursued that knowing that if something were to happen to your students, you would know what to do. The only problem was that they were back, and they were looking for you to complete the job. You escaped them once, and they didn’t want that to happen again.

“Castiel,” you said once you found that you could speak again. “Why don’t you let your other classmates have a chance to talk. Okay?”

“Okay, Miss Y/L/N,” he sighed as he sat down properly and let the rest of the group decide what to talk about. You made a mental note to talk to him after class because unlike his classmates, you believed every word he said.

“Castiel, could I have a word with you?” you asked at the end of the day. Students filed out of the door to greet their parents with huge smiles. You have never met Castiel’s parents, but you think you might need to now. Castiel bounces over to your desk, but once he saw the look in his eyes, he grew worried.

“You’re getting that look that my daddy does when something is wrong. Did I do something wrong?” he asked fearfully.

“No, you didn’t. Where did you come up with that story you were telling everyone?”

“It’s not a story. It really happened. My daddy and my uncle are monster hunters.”

“Okay, who is picking you up?”

“My daddy.”

“Can I speak to him? Can you go get him for me, please?” you asked sweetly. He shrugged and agreed before running out of the classroom. Knowing that there was actually monster hunters out there scared the shit out of you because you knew they were there for a reason.

“Did you get into trouble?” A man with a deep voice spoke as Castiel dragged him into the classroom.

“Miss Y/L/N says no,” the kid responded. Damn, Castiel’s dad is pretty hot. No, not pretty hot, most definitely hot. He had the brightest green eyes you have ever seen, and his body was muscular but not in the way that was disgusting. He was tall, the perfect height for you. Wait, you are not meant to size him up as your next boyfriend, he was here for a reason.

“You wanted to see me? I’m Dean Winchester,” he said as he held out his hand for you to shake which you did.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Castiel isn’t in trouble. He just told a story to his classmates that scared them. Something about vampires and demons.”

“Cas, go wait outside,” Dean said immediately, and his son did as he was told without question.

“I don’t know where he got that imagination from, but he told me everything he said was real. That you and your brother were monster hunters.”

“I’m sorry, he really shouldn’t be telling people those stories,” he chuckled.

“So the part about you slicing off a vampire’s head and stabbing ten demons in the gut is true?”

“No. Look, the bedtime stories I tell can get a little animated. That’s all.”

“That’s a shame,” you whispered.

“Why is that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Those stories aren’t real,” you sighed as you took a seat at your desk. Dean bit his bottom lip because he knew you were in some kind of supernatural trouble. If you weren’t, then you wouldn’t act like this.

“What if those stories are true? That they really happened?” he asked as he leaned on one of the student’s desks. Looking into his eyes, you knew that they were true. He only said they weren’t so he could test your reaction.

“Then I would tell you that I have a problem. A supernatural one. When I was a kid, a nest of vampires slaughtered my entire family, and now they’re back because I escaped. They’re looking for me, and since you’re a monster hunter, I figured you might be able to help. But, that’s if those stories are true,” you said with an eyebrow raised. Dean got up and produced a card from his jacket and handed it to you.

“Give me a call. We might be able to work something out,” he said with a wink. After taking the card, he walked out with his son. Never in your whole teaching career had you ever thought about dating one of your student’s parents. But to hell, if you think you were letting this one get away.

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