#man i really wanna play some more its been so loooong

[lilyharvord]

I saw another anon on king mavens page ask how Cal would react if mare died and they didn’t wanna answer bcuz it’ll make them go into a depressive state. So if u don’t mind how do YOU think Cal would react if Mare died. If u don’t wanna write this u don’t hv too tho

I too saw annie's response, and while it makes me super sad to think about as well.... I've thought about it... I may have started writing a fic about it once (it was like once chapter), and I had an idea. So I'll give you my branched ideas. They're loooong so I have put them under the read more.

idea 1: Mare dies before they are married, before anything.

It's horrific. People are shocked... the little lightning girl? Dead? Impossible. Cal doesn't immediately hear about it, he's so busy he's doesn't know something's happened until he walks into a room and everyone goes quiet and slowly looks at him like he might collapse right then and there. He finds out because Farley pulls him aside. She takes him away from everyone to a quiet little garden with a fountain and tells him what happened. When he hears, he just sort of gives her this confused look, like HE doesn't understand, doesn't believe. Then he sort of sinks down onto one of the benches and just sits there. Doesn't move, doesn't even seem to be breathing. Farley thinks he'll explode in a ball of heat and rage and pain, but instead he just gets really really quiet, and really cold. The air around her gets so cold her breath fogs in front of her. He asks her to leave him alone and she does. He sort of draws into himself after that, doesn't really speak to anyone, spends a lot of time running and sitting at his desk and staring out the window. He attends the funeral but is quiet the whole time, he only speaks to the Barrows and even then, there isn't much to say that wouldn't hurt either party. After that he BURIES himself in his work. He gets so good at it that one day he looks up and ten years have passed. He's still got the stack of letters they wrote to each other, and he even has the letter he had been drafting to send to her on the front where he lost her. It ends with the phrase: I miss you. And god does that ring true. He miss her like a limb he lost. It feels like a part of him was torn away, just like with Maven, just like with his father, just like with Nanabel when she passed a few years back, just like the hole his mother left without him even knowing it was there. He visits her grave that year, just sort of sits under the little tree they planted, looks out at the mountains as the sun sets behind him, and talks to her like he does with Maven, tells her about everything that's happening. After a while, he just falls quiet and sits there, digging his hand into the grass and dirt right above the grave, like he can dig down to her, like it's her skin and he can still feel it's warmth. He swallow really heavily and then says: I never met anyone else that made me feel the way you did... I don't think I ever will. You were it. You were going to be it. And then he gets up and leaves. He runs into Gisa down in the Ascendent, they grab coffee at what was once Mare's favorite coffee shop, now it's Gisa's. They talk about everything, never mentioning Mare. Gisa only asks once if he's seen anyone, and he just shakes his head, and she gives him a tiny smile and says: she wouldn't have minded... well if a random bolt of lightning came from the heaven and struck you, then I guess you would know she minded. They laugh about that, and then he leaves cause he has an early flight home. When he gets back, he puts the letters in a box and then puts that box in a drawer. He never sees anyone else though. Doesn't even really fool around with anyone either. He tries once, and the whole time he just thinks about her, thinks about all the what if's and could be's. He apologizes profusely to the girl and says that it's not going to work. Something in her understands, some weird warmth that she gets that makes her pull him into an extra tight hug before she leaves from his little apartment in Archeon. He doesn't mind being alone as much, he has his friends and a strange little belief/hope that someday, he will see Mare again. And when he does he is going to pull her into the tightest hug and never, ever let go again.

idea 2: Mare dies after they are married and have at least 1 child

This one hurts far more. He knows she's on missions, and they made a pact to never be on missions together so that if the unthinkable happens and one of them does die, Coriane will have the other at least. Its a god awful early hour of the morning when there is knock on the door. Coriane is sleeping in his and Mare's bed, she had a nightmare and immediately came for comforting snuggles. He thinks he's dreaming when the knock comes again, a little more instant this time. He gets up, and Coriane sleepily trails after him, curious as a cat always. When he answers the door, he picks her up and is still sort of half asleep. When he sees the young soldier standing on the porch in uniform and the most pained look on his face, he is suddenly wide awake. The soldier reaches up and removes his hat before pulling out an envelope with the official Montfort seal on it. He holds it out and quietly says, "I'm sorry."

When Cal takes it, he worries that his hand is shaking, but it is perfectly still, Coriane is falling asleep on his shoulder, not even aware of the ramification of what this little envelope means. And he just sort of looks up at the man and asks, "Do the Barrows know?" The man blinks before saying, "Protocol dictates immediate family are informed first... spouses are immediate family along with children. We leave it to them to inform the rest...I'm sorry again sir." Then he gives a little clean military salute and leaves. Cal stands there for a long time looking at empty space, wondering what comes next, what he is even supposed to do. Coriane answers for him: by lightly tapping his cheek and whispering that she's cold. He closes the door, and sets the letter on the little table by the door. There are already four other letters there. One, an invitation to Farley's wedding to Cordelia at the end of the month, and another is a letter from Julian addressed to all of them, most likely about his trip with Sara to see the land north of Montfort. But there is her name in beautiful script on both envelopes. There is her favorite jacket hanging on the peg she always hangs it on. There is the book she left on the table, chaptered at the exact part she was on. There is her favorite mug in the sink because Coriane asked to drink her milk from it last night. She is everywhere in the house, and yet that letter means she will never be in it again. Those were her things. They not longer are. He carries Coriane up the stairs and puts her back in their his bed and then lays next to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she sleeps, a tiny smile creeping to her lips as she dreams, completely and blissfully unaware of how her life has fundamentally changed now. Then he rolls and stares at the ceiling, but the tears come and they don't stop as they fall silently. He gets up and showers at dawn--he didn't sleep-- and cries a little more there. He has to crouch down under the scalding water and bite down on his knuckle to keep from sobbing out loud and waking Cori. It's pitiful, and he knows it. She would be furious with him for not being honest about how he feels and trying to hide it like its some ugly thing. But it feels ugly, a twisted ugly thing in his chest that is screaming and clawing at his insides. He stands, turns the shower off, steps out, shaves, does his morning routine, and then wakes Coriane and gets her ready. She's still sleepy, doesn't understand, asks him when mommy is coming home, when she will be back so they can go to the market and get ice cream. He says they'll go today, but his voice shakes, even as he tries to hide it. Then he takes her to the Barrows, tells Ruth and Daniel to gather all of them together. When they are all sitting before him in the living room, packing it to the brim, he takes out the letter and reads it. There is a horrible silence when he finishes and folds it before putting it back in the envelope. Ruth slowly pulls Coriane toward her and then lifts her into her lap and hugs her so tightly Cori actually whines about it for a second before she sees the look on Cal's face. They all sit in the kitchen after that and Ruth makes tea and she makes hot chocolate for the kids and gives Coriane an extra 4 marshmallows. The kids leave to go play and the adults sit and discuss the logistics, where is the will, was the a will? Do they have to adhere to anything if there isn't one? Would she want to... to be buried on Tuck with Shade? The will would probably say. Should they do that if there isn't one? Ruth offers to take care of Coriane while Cal deals with everything, settling paperwork, etc. etc. Then everyone kinda starts talking about everything again, and he just sits in silence and stares at this knot on the table that Mare pointed out to him because she said it looked like a turtle on its back. He traces it a few times, just sort of thinking about that moment and all the other times they would be in this kitchen doing dishes after family gatherings etc. Farley watches him from across the table

before getting up and nodding for him to follow her outside. Everyone pretty much doesn't notice them leave, or they pretend not to notice. They sit outside on the back porch in silence, just the two of them. After a little bit, it starts to snow. The first snow of the year. Farley holds her hand out to catch the flakes and says quietly: "I hate that it doesn't rain when these things happen. It always feels like it should be raining." He nods silently in agreement, and then she sets her hand on his shoulder, and he bends forward, letting the weight of it drop his head into his hand. He doesn't cry again, he honestly doesn't understand why he feels nothing now, just emptiness, and numbness from the tips of his fingers all the way to the tips of his toes. Even with Maven he didn't feel this way. He felt something then, something biting and hot like a pan that he touched when it just came off the stove. They sit like that for a long time before Coriane comes outside, and slips underneath his arm to snuggle against him. Farley gets up and leaves then, sensing she's said her peace and he understands she's there if he needs her. He holds Coriane close when the back door closes, and she whispers quietly to him, "Mommy's not coming home, is she?" and he just squeezes her once in answer. She frowns and stares out at the snow for a second and then turns around to face him and cups his cheeks in her little hands like she had seen Mare do a hundred times when Cal was in the middle of an especially hard day. She looks at him with a very serious expression for a child and he can see Mare in her when she does that, in the crease of her brows and the slight squint in her eyes. In the hint of chocolate brown in the curls of her hair. She will be furiously beautiful like her mother, and he had a feeling someday she will break a man's heart like his is breaking now. She looks at him for a good little bit and then says, "don't worry, I will take care of you." And he laughs, knowing that Mare always said the same thing. He pulls her close again and whispers with a thick voice, "it's my job to take care of you. But it's just us now... we have to take care of each other."

The funeral is in the spring. Cal pushed it off. Mare hated the winter. Even though she had happier memories of it now, her childhood and the painful clenching of her empty belly were like a permanent stain on the season. He would not bury her in that time. When the snow thaws and the ground melts, they release her ashes on a hill and leave stone for her on a hill under a tree, with a view of the mountains. There is a long line of epithet underneath her name: beloved daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother. Staring at it, Cal wonders if she knows just how important she had become. If she knew that she wasn't just a captain, or a figurehead that brought a centuries old regime to its knees. Everyone leaves after, the Barrows going last, but Cal and Coriane stay. Cal just sitting in the grass next to the grave, the wind in his hair while he watches the mountains for a little while. Coriane sits on the grave, probably not the nicest thing to do, but she does, and traces Mare's name over and over again on the stone with her little finger. "Mommy had a long name." She says as she traces the four names on the stone. Cal hesitated to put his name on there with hers, but he adopted the Barrow name as much as Mare took the Calore one when they married. And in the very, very short will she had drafted, that he almost didn't read because reading it made everything real, she asked that he put both their names on it (but to put his name before hers and she even made a little quip at him in the will about it which made him laugh, even as it made him cry). He glances at Cori after she says that and nods. She then crawls into his lap and they sit watching the mountains before Coriane says, "Uncle Julian says that when people die, they become the dirt that feeds the trees and the grass... do you think mommy is happy to be tree food?" He laughs and hugs her really close before saying, "She's not tree food. That dust we let go of today was mommy. She's on the winds now, traveling everywhere."

He does not remarry, no matter how many years pass, and how many women try to infer that it might be for the best if Coriane had mother in her life. He thinks its a stupid notion that he can't raise his own child on his own. And its hard, god is it hard. But he does it. He makes Coriane Barrow Calore into a women that Mare Molly Calore Barrow would have been very proud of. And he holds onto the notion that someday, when he dies, and they scatter his ashes, that his will find Mare's and they'll be together again that way.

#ANyway #holy shit i'm crying now #like I am actually crying #(*ask lily*) #(*shut up lily*) #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #marecal #and... have some angst on this lovely wednesday #holy SHIT #that hurt #I think I actually have to write a fic now #if only to cry while I do it #I DID NOT HAVE TO ADD THAT ENDING TO THE SECON ONE #but I did #so there #I made myself sadf #):

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hello! Can I have a scenario where Jafar catch a little girl who is a street rat and was trying to steel from the palace. He decides to let her go but she keep coming back wanting him to take her as his apprentice. "I want to learn from the best wizard" she said. Thank!

Hope this is cute! ^^ I needed / need to practise writing Jafar some more. 

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“Oh… “A joyful smile and laugh rings out from the Sultan after his eyes roam off of Jafar and to the space behind him, in boredom from the conversation. He points with a stout little pointer finger at whatever’s amusing him. “Jafar, I believe you have a companion there, behind you!”

“What? My lord, I… “Sweeping his cape back with a curved hand, Jafar twists in around and looks around… then down… and scowls. “Oh, its you again.”

The little girl raises her hand and smiles at him, excited to be noticed after listening to such a loooong, boooring discussion about farming and grain. “Hi!”

Instead of patting her head or saying anything back to her, Jafar promptly turns back to the Sultan and pastes an apologetic smile on his face. “Sir, I found this urchin skulking around yesterday and sent her back to wherever she comes from… seems she doesn’t listen to directions, though, regrettably. Forgive me, I’ll handle it right away- “

“Oh, truly, don’t bother yourself about it, Jafar! She isn’t a trouble!- Just a little girl. Hello dear, what’s your name?” The Sultan, sweet and naïve man that he is, is completely taken with your little street rat charms already and passes Jafar to hold his hands excitedly behind his back and talk to you.

“I’m Y/N! And I’m five years old!” You hold up your hand again, cheesing at your five fingers, demonstrating how old you are. “Who are you?”

“This is the Sultan, you disrespectful little! - “

“Jafar! Please! She isn’t expected to know me, she’s just a child.” Propping his fists on his hips disappointedly and appalled his Vizier’s behaviour, causing Jafar to roll his eyes as soon as his boss’s head is turned, gripping his staff tightly between his spindly fingers. “Allah! Don’t listen to him Y/N, he’s just a silly grumpy man. I’m Sultan. Its lovely to meet you.”

“What I meant, sire, is that the thieves are concocting new ways to steal from you all the time! This little girl could be a deceitful plot, sir.”

With every word that comes out of Jafar’s mouth, the Sultan becomes more and more disappointed. What- does his vizier hate children?? How can that be! “Jafar, I want you to stop this nonsense at once. And I’m ordering you to go feed this child, she looks skinnier than the horns on an oryx- I dread to see what her concaved little stomach looks like under that cloth she wears. Now, go. I’m very busy!”

As the Sultan turns around and bids you a good day, and then totters off to another room to no doubt, play with some more toys or find his wayward daughter to bother, Jafar assess the beaming child looking up at him. Then, just as she’s about to open her mouth and say something, he starts for the door and sweeps out of the room. “Oh, sure, ‘nonsense’. It’s not as if you pay me for this kind of advice, or anything. ‘Grand Vizier’ my snake- hurry up, urchin!”

“Oh, coming!!” You exclaim, already having been trying to catch up with his ridiculously long strides- Now you’re running.

When you two finally arrive at the kitchen, which is on the first level when you began on the 3rd, you’re exhausted and basically flop onto the nearest stool. But you’re too short to actually get on it without climbing, which would be too strenuous for you in the moment, so you’re just holding it for dear life and hoping you don’t die from lack of air. As Jafar orders the kitchen staff to prepare you something quick, you just pant like a dog onto the seat of the stool.

He turns around to see this and rolls his eyes again. “Alla’s sake, you’d think a street rat would be more agile then you.” As if this is all a huge stress on his shoulders and you should be beyond grateful for his attentions, Jafar picks you up and sets you on the stool. Now you sigh and drop your cheek onto the kitchen bench. Jafar settles himself in the bench across from you, and sets his snake staff against the table next to him. “So, did you come to prosper where you failed yesterday? Because if I were a little thief like you, I wouldn’t seek my former capture out on the second attempt. I’d avoid him.”

“Ah… “You finally pull yourself together, and unstick your little cheek from the wooden, lacquered bench. “No! I came looking for you.”

Jafar raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Why?”

“Your magic! I wanna learn!”

… “My what? I’m sure I don’t know what you refer to.”

“The magic! It made the Sultan mans eyes go swirly and red, and you used that.” As you point at the snake staff, Jafar’s confusion and, now, frustration grows and his lips turn down in a scowl.

“But… that was up on the 3rd floor again… I found you at the entrance of the palace?”

You stretch your toes out under the table, as they sway in the air can’t touch the ground, shrugging under the mans hard gaze. “I followed you down there! I tried to think of a way to ask you, but then you saw me and sent me away! I want to learn the mag-”

Jafar pipe sup quick, stopping you from saying anything else incriminating around the kitchen staff. Hopefully, they were too busy to hear all that business about the Sultans eyes going ‘swirly’, as it is. This is a predicament- of all the issues Jafar foresaw in his plan to find his lamp, this little twit didn’t even make the list. Damnit. “First of all, little urchin, you need to stop saying the word magic around these… “He looks around suspiciously and lowers his voice. “Servants. For one, because its sorcery; Not ‘magic’. And for a second reason, because people can’t know about it. It’s a secret. Do you know what a secret i- Oh of course you know what that is. Anyway, for that reason, I cannot teach you. Now wait silently for your food, eat it, and begone.”

Pouting, you put your hands on the table in earnest. “But! -“

“What did you not understand?”

Before you can open your mouth again, a plate with delicious smelling, warm steam wafting off of it and into your face is set on the bench in front of you. The chef mutters something about that being leftovers from the Sultan and the Princesses’ lunch but your eyes widen at it. Just the portions are more then you’ve ever seen, never mind the smell! Quickly, you get to eating away.

You lick that plate clean before you’re done with it.

Its silent for a moment, as Jafar’s still stuck in his thoughts that he entertained himself with while you ate, before you speak up again, ripping him from his mind. “I’ll work really hard!”

Sighing and massaging his temple, he turns back to you. “It’s not about work ethic.”

You cross your arms, glaring stubbornly back at him.

You’ll be back.

___TIME SKIP: A Couple Weeks Later / CHANGE OF POV___

“Oh, Jafar!~”

Oh Jafar!~ = Jafar’s least favourite phrase as of late, because it always comes from the Sultan and it is always a precursor to something about Y/N. She has invaded his life and he can’t seem to remove her from it- she just keeps coming back! And, he tried to make her public enemy number 1 by telling the guards that if they see her, they should immediately expunge her from the premises… but she just made Razoul her friend and now she basically has free roam! She basically lives here!

Ugh, how Jafar would just like to drop kick her and her cute little smiles to Tim Buk Tu.

Nevertheless, Jafar has a job, a goal, and a reputation. So, he follows his Sultans voice to the throne room and, on seeing Y/N’s sleeping form curled up like a kitten on the floor by a wall, looks tiredly to the Sultan. “My apologies, sir, I’ll extract her.”

“Oh no, don’t be silly. I just called you to move her to my chair,” His throne?? “She’ll be far more comfortable there. I would do it myself, but its clear you’re the only one she trusts around here. You must have really bonded these past weeks with her, Jafar! I’m proud of you! Now, bye!~ I’m going to look for Jasmine. Be careful to not drop Y/N! Hoo hoo.” Giggling away like he does, making Jafar feel like the only adult in the room, the Sultan hops off the find his own terror as Jafar heaves a great sigh and strides over to the child in question.

Heaving her carefully up by the armpits, Jafar holds her up in front of him like a teddy bear- she’s that small, and light. And even with the feedings she’s been allowed here at the palace, she’s like this. Looking grim, Jafar mutters. “You’re the bane of my existence, you know.”

“I… I just want… “She’s only half awake, head still lolling forward and eyes still closed, holding onto dreamland. “To learn from the best… wizard… “

“Sorcerer.”

“Y… yeah… “

“Well, you’re certainly persistent.” He sighs, irritated, but giving her her dues as he brings her forward and rests her on his chest as he walks her to the throne. “And I am the best.”

He feels a little giggle and sticky hot breath against his collarbone before he puts her on the throne, watching her curl up again in the same feline inspired position as before when she was on the floor.

“Get sleep… Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night Jafar...”

She might be sorcerer material… but she has a long journey to go before she even touches my staff.

[gayregis]

I've listened to the part where Geralt talks with a very ill Cahir about Ciri and vengeance... it was one of the most emotional parts of the book by itself but also thanks to your take about the lost innocence of Ciri ! I felt it thrice hard in the feelings! Also, do you have thoughts on the declared love of Cahir for Ciri? Personally I see it as disturbingly romantic, let's say. Thank you for your commitment to the books and sorry to bother you

omg thank you for the ask. first of all i have to say you’re not bothering me!! tbh i have been loving getting asks because it gives me an opportunity to like bring more discussion to the witcher community... 

i feel like although reblogging pretty gifs of characters/landscapes from tw3 and any good fanart i can find is nice, my FAVORITE thing to do is write or read a really long textpost about the witcher books, i really like the discussion aspect of fandoms where people post their reactions and opinions to the content they like, because you get a bunch of shared reactions and differing opinions.

so no this is NOT a bother at all, and its nice especially to get asks about topics that i have strong feelings about but have not made posts about yet, like this one

ok, as for the actual topic: i hate forced heterosexuality, so you KNOW i hate that canon cahiri! it was out of line from sapkowski and imo, it came out of absolutely nowhere in tower of the swallow, it wasn’t something built up to or foreshadowed at all, so it felt not only weird in context but weird for sapkowski as an author.

my main problem with canon cahiri: i think it’s super creepy!

first of all, let’s discuss the age difference. cahir in baptism of fire is estimated to be “not over 25,” which i see as putting him around 20 to 25 years old, and i usually take the median of this which is around 23. while this “not over 25″ comment is said in the context of the hansa to remark upon how young cahir is (i believe it’s thought of by either geralt or dandelion, and geralt is around 60 years old and as a witcher he looks 45, and dandelion is 38 in tower of the swallow), and how cahir is described as a young man in time of contempt to illustrate that he has a sense of innocence to him as ciri cuts him down, his age gap with ciri is super innappropriate for anything to occur between them, since she is 10 or 11 during the massacre of cintra (as stated by geralt in something more), so she would be around 14 at thanedd, and 15-16 during baptism of fire to lady of the lake. so sapkowski deemed it fit to pair a 23 year old man with a 16 year old girl. this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this, what with essi being “not over 18″ and shani also bein around 18 / college age, and yennefer canonically looking around 20. listen, the man has some messed up values when it comes to women’s ages. we have to take it upon ourselves as people who like the not-weird parts of canon to understand how worldviews and personal biases affect one’s writing, and change it for ourselves to make it right so we can continue interacting with it, if we so choose (tldr: retcon some shit when it’s fucked up in canon).

now, before someone argues that “it’s fantasy medieval world, medieval relationships between men and women were just like that,” believe me, i am aware. i study ancient greece/rome and men who were in their 30s were most often paired with women in their teens as part of their arranged marriages. that is how their ancient societies functioned more than 2000 years ago. the issue is that this is a fantasy world, in which societal norms and laws do not have to conform to real-life earth history, and this is the work of a modern writer writing in the 1990s. it’s not “just how the times were,” it’s deliberately choosing to include an age gap like that to be something canonically acceptable by their society/ies.

also, one could argue that the age gap would be fine once they are older, like, when ciri becomes an adult she is already medievally-style betrothed to cahir so they start dating when she’s like 20 and he’s like 27. eh... that’s still an uncomfortable age gap, at least for when they’re in their 20s. people in their older 20s have more life experience than people in their younger 20s. but at least it wouldn’t land cahir in modern-day jail.

it’s still just an uncomfortably large age gap, and if you think about it, it’s even creepier considering that cahir met ciri when she was a helpless child around 10 - 11 and it just makes the bathing scene excruciatingly creepy too if you put it in the context that he eventually would fall in love with her. it even begins to not be about strictly age, but about life experience, development, and power imbalance within the relationship. i mean, he did literally kidnap her.

cahir in tos calls ciri a “woman” when she is like, 15 or 16 (with the rose tattoo) (to anyone reading, please don’t come at me with that “the age of consent is 15 in poland, just because it’s 18 in the US doesn’t mean your laws and culture apply to everyone” ... please do not try and justify this with laws, legality is not morality. only saying this because i’ve seen it in other posts). like.... hm! don’t like that! she is a teenager... he is in his 20s... this should not be occuring.

sorry for the loooong explanation, but every time someone brings up the subject of age gaps on tumblr it turns into crazy discourse with everyone trying to justify it.

but yeah, CANONICALLY cahir would have been 16-21 (median 18) when he met ciri at 10-11, and 20-25 (median 23) when he declares his love for her at 15-16. that’s ... not good ... to put it more into perspective, these are their ages on a traditional school system path: a 18 year old is a high school senior, an 11 year old is a 6th grader. a 23 year old has been out of college for 2 years, a 16 year old is a high school sophomore. ITS NOT GOOD

my other problem with canon cahiri: it’s boring and contradicts sapkowski at his own game.

all of the witcher is about taking fantasy tropes and inverting them, like you can’t have some random peasant kill a dragon, you’d need a professional, and also guess what, the dragon isn’t evil but a dad trying to protect his wife and child.

all of the characters in the hansa (as well as the four main characters of geralt, yennefer, ciri, and dandelion) are inversions of the tropes they represent. for some examples, milva’s trope is something like the hot action girl who only exists to be the only girl in the company and to be sexy eye candy. instead of falling into this, she is actually an action girl, not bothering with sexiness and appeal to the gaze of a male audience but a “get shit done” type, who also dresses and acts “like a man.” regis’ trope is all vampire tropes ever. he/vampires in the witcher doesn’t/don’t fall into any of the traditional european vampire myths like burning in sunlight, needing to drink blood to stay alive, being disdainful of humanity, having aversions to garlic, belonging to a super-secret orderful society that lurks in the shadows and controls everything like puppetmasters, etc... instead, he is the epitome of redemption arcs and overall “goody-goodiness,” understands humanity perfectly and does things out of his good nature. i already talk about regis too much, so i’ll quit it. 

cahir is an inversion of every knight trope ever, particularly the evil knight. he scars ciri’s memory as a night terror, but actually is not ... a bad person. he’s just some guy, pressured by his family and his society to do what he saw as an assignment like a college kid might see their final essay assignment posted on canvas. except you know. the final exam was to kidnap a girl. and he got an F on that and failed the course (ie got thrown in prison). ANYWAYS, cahir is meant to be this inversion of the knight tropes, so WHY, WHY, WHY make him become the knight trope of being the one to romance and to save a hapless princess? if we’ve learned anything about ciri, it’s that she’s the inversion of the princess trope! she KILLS PEOPLE. she ALMOST KILLED CAHIR. she can defend herself and kill for herself, she doesn’t need the knight trope going to protect her! 

heterosexual romance as the Big Reason and Motivation behind all of a character’s actions is tiring, annoying, boring, and not well-thought out. it’s so base and not unique, it doesn’t fit in with everything else about the witcher.

how i would fix it: not make them fall in love.

cahir already HAS a motivation to find ciri and to help her. he needs to APOLOGIZE. he needs to say, hey, i’m sorry i kidnapped you and ruined your life, i made peace with your dad, he doesn’t wanna kill me anymore, i can only hope that you can forgive me too after i SET THINGS RIGHT. 

as opposed to regis’s arc (i swear i am not playing favorites with regis, i just tend to compare and contrast regis and cahir’s redemptions because they are quite different yet they join the hansa side by side so they’re bound to be compared), cahir actually can find the one (not many) people he wronged, and set things right on his own accord, not go forth with a larger mission to assist all humanity, or whatever.

i think cahir also had this WONDERFULLY UNDERUTILIZED anti-imperialist message as part of his character that pains me to see being swept under the rug for some cheap lame romance story. sapkowski already created some anti-war sentiments with the battle of the bridge in baptism of fire, and he tried to create anti-racism sentiments throughout the book/at the end of lady of the lake. anti-imperialism fits with the rest of the saga as a message.

the fact that cahir was instructed by his family to hate the northern kingdoms, despite the fact that they were related to northerners, is really profound as something to happen to a character, and holds a lot of meaning in today’s society. the fact that he broke, finally, after he lost ciri, just completely lost his mind and had to be restrained because he was wailing so hard, because of the pressure that this society put him under to succeed and achieve pride for his family, is such a great example of the tragedies of society. then he speaks out against his leader and is jailed... and yet, after this, he gets to learn from his mistakes and redeem himself as a good person, and his character has developed SO much. he is not doing what his country wants him to do, he is not doing what his family wants him to do. he is doing what he wants to do because it is the RIGHT thing to do. that already is such a powerful message, he doesn’t need anymore character motivation!

so yep that’s my thoughts on why cahir is a good character asides from all that forced romance biz

#ask #cahir #ciri #master-dellamorte

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We’re there, Kid (3)

Summary:Tony wrapped his arms around the kid who had barreled into his chest with a broken whisper of ‘Mr.Stark’. He almost joked about the kid’s obsession with trying to hug him but stopped when he realized something that sent a chill down his spine. The kid was crying.

His shoulders shook under Tony’s hands as he took shuddering breaths, a wet spot formed on Tony’s T-Shirt. Tony tightened his hold, what could have happened to the kid in the last few hours to do this?

—Peter finds himself back in time before everything happened. Somehow it is too much and not enough at the same time.

Part 2

Peter woke up with a start, going from sleep to wakeful in a single instant, his hand lashing out to grab the wrist that was about to touch his face. It took him one second to realize whose hand it was and another to feel internally horrified that he could have easily broken May's wrist if he hadn't subconsciously controlled his strength. 

"May?", Peter whispered, his voice laden with sleep. "Wha'?"

May who still seemed to be in shock, quickly pulled herself out of it and proceeded to glare at Peter, "Get up Pete, we need to talk."

Peter sat up slowly, letting go of May's wrist gently and running a hand through his hair. May seemed to be gathering her courage, she crossed her arms and Peter recognized the look on her face with an internal sigh. It was her 'I am gonna parent you whether you like it or not' look, it usually appeared when May convinced herself that she needed to be more strict with him.

"Look, I know I said I was okay with you being Spider-man and all but we made a deal, Pete. You get to continue this hero stuff as long as it doesn't interfere with your studies, "

"But it's not," Peter insisted.

"Well, apparently it is cause you decided it was okay for you to leave school halfway through the day without a word and then return home as if nothing happened. This can't go on, Peter." 

Peter leaned back, suddenly tired. "It wasn't that,"

"What?"

"It wasn't anything Spidey related," He managed to say, his voice breaking a bit as the events of the day rushed back into his mind. Peter mentally prayed to whatever deity that was out there that this was actually happening that it wasn't some fever-induced dream.

May sat down next to him on the bed, her anger fading away in wake of his obvious sorrow, "Pete," she said in a soft manner, "Are you okay,Honey?" 

Peter choked down a chuckle, knowing that it might actually lead to him bawling his eyes out again. He heard that sentence way too many times in the past four months that by now the answer was a reflex of his, 

"Yeah, I am fine," He pretended he wasn't holding back from rushing out of the window once more and going back to the compound. It took everything in him not to run back to Mr.Stark.

May clearly didn't believe him, she just waited silently for him to continue. 

"I'm fine May, really. I just...uh-It was stupid. Flash was being a jerk and I wasn't feeling well anyways so...it was rash, I know. It won't happen again, " 

May stared at him for a while before dropping the matter, it was clear he had no intention to continue the discussion, "Yeah, that'll be ideal really. But Pete," She waited for him to look at her, "You know you can talk to me about stuff right? I know you didn't want me to make a complaint against Flash but just-anything...anything you wanna talk about, I'm here," 

Peter almost broke down right there, almost admitted everything that was going on, the empty feeling he had for the past few months, the pain and loss, how hard it was to do anything.

Almost.

Outwardly he just nodded his head and said, "Right,"

May reminded him that as it was Sunday she would probably have night duty and left to get ready.

Peter watched her go.He couldn't tell her, he couldn't be that selfish. He knew how these stories ended, if he was in the past he couldn't babble to anyone about the future, not even Mr.Stark. But he needed help, a sudden idea flashed through his mind and it might be stupid, it was something at least.  He got up from his bed and opened up his Stark Tablet. He took a deep breath before typing in 'Doctor Stephan Strange'

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There wasn't any recent news about Doctor Strange, it seemed like the surgeon (and wasn't that a shock, he was a real doctor) had disappeared a few months after his accident.  And while that was disappointing, he was sure he could find one way or another to contact the wizard. 

It was weird seeing him in pictures without his extravagant attire, even more so when looking at him reminded Peter of endless space, of the battle he didn't think he'd survive but he managed to somehow. It reminded him of death.

There was a reason Peter had pulled back from everything Spiderman and Avenger related since taking off his uniform for the funeral, and it definitely wasn't him being too busy.

Finally, after hours of research Peter finally reached the conclusion that there was no way to approach this delicately, he'd just have to barge his way into the wizard's lair ( what was it called again?) and speak to him. 

Doctor Strange had been missing for over a year, it was enough time for him to...gain his powers or whatever, wasn't it?

Well, there was only one way to find out. Peter cast one glance at the spidey suit peeking through the wardrobe, then turned away and pulled on his sneakers.

Even if he'd only visited the lair once, he was pretty confident he'd be able to make his way there. He double-checked that he had his phone with him and grabbed a web shooter on the way out. It never hurt to be prepared.

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Peter struggled not to fidget as he stood in front of the plain door of the not-so-plain place. He took a deep breath and raised a hand to knock on the door when it opened with a creak, which seeing there was no one visible through the glass panels on the door, was kinda creepy. 

Peter made a face, he didn't remember the lair being this...disorienting. Maybe it was because the last time he was here, he'd focused most of his energy trying not to scream at the sorcerer (Spoiler, he failed). He straightened his back and walked in with a confidence he didn't feel. 

"Who are you? And what is it you seek from the sanctum, trespasser?", spoke the kinda familiar voice. 

Peter looked up the stairs where Doctor Strange's friend, Kong? Wong? was standing. He looked tense.

Peter prepared to say what he'd rehearsed in his mind multiple times on his way there but what came out was, "I don't think it classifies as trespassing when you open the door for someone, I mean you kinda invited me in, not to say that I am not grateful for that but-"

"What is it you seek?", Wong cut him off, asking in a more stern voice. 

Peter stopped his rambling and got to the point, "I wish-ah, no, I need to speak to Doctor Strange? Like, Stephen strange?" 

Wong looked expressionless, " Stephen Strange isn't here." 

"What?" Peter managed to control his tone, even if he did feel like screaming out loud " But-But, that's not. He should be here, the time is right. He is a wizard, isn't he? He has to be here!"

Anxiety gripped his insides, Strange was supposed to be here, what was he going to do now? What if he wasn't even a wizard yet? What if him telling Wong the doctor's name somehow jeopardized the doctor becoming a sorcerer? How was he-

"Calm down, Kid. He's just not in right now," Wong shrugged a bit, walking down the stairs. His tone changed as though he had realized that Peter meant no harm." Though I would like to know who you are and how you knew of the sanctum, only those that know its location can see it." 

Peter let out a relieved breath and absently nodded, "Yeah, I know. It is like Harry Potter style wards, right? Like the Fidieus "

Wong looked like he didn't know whether to be insulted or not. 

Peter took a deep breath, " Look, My name is Peter Parker. And I- Just tell Doctor Strange it's about the stone, alright? Just tell him I need to talk to him. Can you do that for me, Please?" 

"What about the stone?" 

Peter turned around startled, and there he stood, Doctor Stephen Strange, In all his wizardry glory. He looked unimpressed.

"What about the stone?" The doctor repeated the question, raising an eyebrow.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, then stuffed his hands in his hoodie's pocket, "Its.....a loooong story." 

Strange crossed his arms, "Well then it's good that we have the time, yes?"  He opened one of his magical portals, showing the view of a study room with a table and chairs.

Time. Peter felt like laughing. No, they didn't have the time. There was never enough time.

They walked in.

Strange waited for him to finish his tale, asking a few clarifying questions on the way but not giving any input. In the end, Peter's throat felt hoarse, his eyes burned from the effort of not crying. He kept the story as informative and emotionally distant as possible.

"-He snapped away half of the universe. I was one of them, I got snapped away too."

A sentence, just a sentence not showing the tragedy that lies behind it. It was hard enough living with the whole battle playing in his head constantly, he couldn't bring himself to tell all the details. Not the painful ones, the deaths, the loss.

"He...I-Iron man saved everyone. He used the stones to destroy Thanos's army."

Screams. Tears. Burning flesh. Him, screaming. 

"And then you found yourself here, no idea how?"

Peter forced himself to nod, He took a huge gulp of the water Strange had provided him halfway through the story. The water helped soothe his throat a bit. 

"Thanos. You said he needed all the stones to work?" Strange was frowning, looking bothered.

Peter nodded again wondering where the doctor was going with this. Strange stood up from the chair looking agitated.

"It doesn't make sense," Strange's hand seemed to gravitate towards his necklace.

He's from space, he came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.

"Yes, it does. Come on, Mr.Strange" Peter stood up as well, "All we need to do is destroy the stone." He pointed at the necklace, "No stone equals no gauntlet and the universe remains protected." He pleaded a bit, remembering how stubborn the Doctor was about protecting the stone but surely even he could see that it was the only probable plan, a foolproof plan.

"Not possible," He shook his head.

"Look, " Peter took a calming breath, " I know you're like the protector of the stone and stuff but it didn't work! All it did was destroy half of the population,  you can't protect the stone. Even if we destroy the other stones he'll just use this one to bring them back!" 

"Mr.Parker-" Strange began.

"He'll find you and it will begin all over again. You have no idea what it was like and now that we have a chance you won't even-" 

"Mr.Parker!" 

Peters's mouth snapped shut, he was breathing heavily. Strange was pursing his lips. 

"It is not possible to destroy the stone, " He held up a finger when it looked like Peter was about to interrupt, " because it was already destroyed," The necklace opened with a click, it was empty. Strange looked at him intently, Peter didn't have any idea what he looked like. All he felt was shock. Disbelief clouded his mind.

"Destroyed?"  But it couldn't have been destroyed, this didn't happen before! The stone was fine and Strange gave it to Thanos and-and-

Strange nodded, "Destroyed. Five years ago, during the-"

"New York invasion." Peter breathed out, the words hanging in the air between them as silence took over both of them. What was going on?

#Marvel #Irondad #Spideyson #spiderson #tony stark has a heart #protective tony stark #peter parker #timetravel #fix it #Hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #fanfiction #We're there kid #I just need Tony back #tony stark

[thehyperkraken]

EDIT: yall idk why the actual fic isnt showing up in the tags but this shit is, bc thats literally the opposite of what i wanted, but for the love of god read the fic first and/or instead, that’s the thing i spent more than 20 minutes on: [link]

Hey random idea dump for that one fic i done did yeehaw... it’s almost longer than the fic itself but jesus christ i need to get these ideas out of my head and throw them into the internet ether, seriously don’t read this its a goddamn mess

So ghjkdf the actual plotty part of that fic came from that one b99 bit... the Bone one.....u kno

Arthur: Come on, Dutch. The O'Driscolls thing isn't the problem. You're in a bad mood because you've been so busy planning this heist that it's keeping you and Hosea apart. You two just need to bone. John: Oh no... Dutch: ...What did you say? John: Don't say it again! Arthur: I said you two need to bone. John: Oh my god... Dutch: (with barely contained fury) Hhhhhow Dare you Arthur Morgan, I am thIS GANG'S LEADER!!! You have NO RIGHT to comment on my sex life— (5 minutes later) Dutch, standing on top of a table screaming: BONE?!?!?! (10 minutes later) Dutch: What happens in my bedroom, son, is NONE of your business— (20 minutes later) Dutch, jumping up and down on the table: BOOOOOOONE!!!!!!!!! (40 minutes later) Dutch: And don't EVER speak to me like that AGAIN! (storms off) John, sunken down in his chair in horror: Why the hell did you do that? Arthur: (shrugs) They need to bone. John: Gross, Arthur! That's our dads!

And then like a day later gfdhkg

John: Oh hey Dutch! I know you don't want to talk about Hosea, BUT, I had an idea— Dutch: No need, John, it's all good. John: So... your fight with Hosea is over? Dutch: Yep. John: Because you finally figured out a plan for the heist...? Dutch: Nope! Arthur, excitedly: Because you guys—? Dutch: Yyyyep! Arthur, looking smug: Knew it. John: Ugh... Arthur: (leans down close to him) See, what happened is, our dads had sex— John: UGH, SHUT UP!

Another inspiration I had was John Mulaney’s bit about zoning out for John with adhd,,,,, the part where he’s like “the doctor was reading me the results of a blood test, it was IMPORTANT that I LISTENED, but NO, I zoned out, I was like, I’m just gonna stare at the wall and think m’thoughts” that’s why I wrote the part where John was like “ehhh attention deficient something something disease” bc it made me laugh gjhggdjh

Dutch: so the doctor says you have ADHD John: (thinking about minecraft) what?

Also unrelated but blease consider Arthur teaching John to drive like

Arthur: are you watching the road? John: ........I am looking through the windshield Arthur: John: .......and I’m not gonna hit anyone...... Arthur: John: ....but no. I’m thinkin’ about minecraft

(Also I don’t know anything about ssb I’ve played it once and hated it, minecraft is my og video game love, but Abigail beating John at ssb is funnier, I’m a fake gamer boy :^( rip)

ONE MORE INSPIRATION THAT ONE VINE ITS MY FAVORITE VINE

Arthur: are you drinking coke for breakfast? John: yeah, what did you have for breakfast? Arthur: ........nothing John: (sipping his drink) I’m doing better than you, then

Anyway onto ACTUAL IDEA STUFF HOORAY

So when Dutch and Hosea decided to adopt, they agreed they wanted to take in kids who needed good homes the most, so they were specifically looking for older kids who would probably age out of the system and wind up on the streets

They met Arthur who was a clearly depressed and gender non conforming thirteen year old who hated everyone and everything and wasn’t getting the Love he Deserved, and Dutch was like “I want THAT ONE, with the SAD EYES”

Arthur tried to push them away at first, cuz he absolutely didn’t trust anyone, and some part of him believed they’d just give him right back up for adoption if he disappointed them in any way. But he eventually learned that they were good guys who really just wanted to help him, and they weren’t gonna abandon him if he wasn’t the perfect kid they always wanted

(he probably told them about this fear eventually and Hosea just snorted and was like “if we wanted a perfect kid we woulda got a cabbage patch doll. something that wouldn’t scream or make a mess” and Dutch was like “yeah! or like a 27 year old with a job and their own house and kids of their own. pre-made grandkids” and Hosea was like “or a cat” and Arthur was like “...okay”)

Anyway it took a loooong time but Arthur eventually trusted them enough to come out to them as trans, without really knowing the proper words for everything, just knowing that He Is A Boy And That’s That. As much as Hosea is the one the lads go to to talk about stuff and get comfort and Wise Dad Advice, he probably told Dutch first bc he was more uncertain how he’d respond and he wanted to get it over with in the worst way possible.... like, if they were gonna react badly, heap all the bullshit on in one fell swoop

I imagine he did it off the cuff too, in response to something Dutch said, like Dutch was like “u get back here right now young lady” and Arthur was like “first of all I’m not a lady, I’m a BOY, and second of all FUCK you, I do what I WANT” and Dutch was like “groovy. you’re grounded.” Arthur was like (offended) “don’t say groovy... don’t try to be hip” and Dutch was like “no it’s totally tubular that ur a boy. It’s absolutely funky. You’re fucking grounded though”

Then he went and told Hosea like “congrats! it’s a boy” and they helped him transition and they didn’t tolerate a single person misgendering him the whole time. Like before he’s even begun transitioning, they’re literally at the doctors office to discuss it w/ their doc for the first time, and a nurse is like “ms. morgan?” And Dutch is like “INCORRECT” and the doctor is like “what seems to be the problem (deadname)?” and Dutch is like “FOOL! THIS CHILD WAS LABELED INACCURATELY, WE REQUIRE A GENDER RETRACTION” and Hosea’s like “please stop yelling”

Anyway probably about a year later they got John when he was ten and Arthur was fifteen. Arthur was a little bit jealous like, wow, am I not enough kid for u, but Dutch and Hosea always planned on getting at least two bc they wanted them to have siblings, and they know John came from a pretty abusive situation, so Arthur can’t be too mad at him. At least until he met John and realized what a fucking brat he is

Since John was younger and way more desperate for affection, he immediately loved Dutch and Hosea just bc they were nice to him, he was ready to call them his dads within the month but he was nervous that it was too soon and they’d be weirded out. But I imagine he got triggered by something and had a meltdown and they got to see just a glimpse of what he’d been through, and Dutch and Hosea were falling over themselves trying to comfort him and tell him they love him and now I’m making myself cry :’^(

Anyway... from that point on John was like “these are the only dads I’ve ever had and I would kill a man for them.” He gets in trouble quite a bit bc he’s Naughty, but Dutch and Hosea always make sure to punish him fairly and never yell or be physically intimidating with him or permanently take away his stuff, like they make him do chores to earn back the right to use the xbox or something. And they always explain to him exactly what he did wrong and why he’s being punished and talk to him about how he can make it better or what he can do next time, or if there’s a root problem, like he’s acting out bc he’s overwhelmed with school work or smthn, how they can help him. Especially after he gets diagnosed with ADHD

And of course they do all this with Arthur too, but they make a special concerted effort with John bc he’s The Baby :^) and Dutch somehow maintains an attitude of “idk what ur talking about, John has never done anything wrong ever in his life” every time he gets in trouble meanwhile Hosea is like “what do you MEAN, he’s a GREMLIN” fjfjfhhf

Arthur was probably diagnosed with depression and anxiety at some point... it was probably a long process to get him to even admit he had a problem bc he didnt wanna bother anyone... Arthur also probably came from an abusive situation from the way canon Arthur talks about his dad, but Arthur is much more the type to be like “i’m gonna keep all my feelings inside, and then one day, i’ll die” whereas John is like “i will SCREAM if i get a papercut”

[EDIT: i woke up in a cold sweat at 4 AM with this in my head so now i’m putting it here

Charles: So, Arthur... Do you wanna talk about your feelings? Arthur: No. John: I do! :) Charles: ...I know, John. John: I’m sad! :) Charles: I know, John.

i’m sure it’s been done before but it’s so good. ok now back to our regularly scheduled programming]

In regards to Arthur being trans, John doesn’t really Get It, Arthur tried to explain it to him once and John couldn’t care less, all he knows is Arthur used to be a girl or something, there’s tea involved probably, and John is thinking about minecraft again... he has 2 am thoughts about it sometimes and comes to Arthur like “what IS gender” and Arthur’s just like “hm. big mood”

Dutch is “Dad” and Hosea is “Papa” or “Pa” or “Pops” or “Dad, No Not You, The Other One” or “Other Dad.” Hosea really doesn’t mind at all, he wouldn’t care if the kids called him Hosea or mom or anything else, it truly isnt important to him. But Dutch Loves being Dad. Every time they call Dutch Dad he grows three times stronger and 10 years are added to his lifespan. Dutch is an Alpha Parent, he 100% goes to every parent teacher conference and bake sale, he’d go to every game and concert too if either of his kids had a single athletic or musical bone in their dumb little bodies. I guess the school probably hosts art galleries sometimes to display art the kids make, Arthur always has a drawing in one of those, and Dutch will absolutely go just to brag about his cool son.

Dutch is the Fun Energetic Dad who embarrasses the boys in front of their friends but can always be talked into taking them out to get ice cream. Hosea is the more quietly anxious dad, he makes sure they do their homework and keep their rooms clean and shit, and he's the one the kids always go to talk to when they’re having problems... like Arthur will rant for an hour and a half about high school drama and Hosea will patiently listen to all of it and when he's done he’ll offer to kick the other kids’ asses for him, and Arthur’s like lmao but Hosea Means It.

Hosea is also the one the kids go to for help on their homework because Hosea and Dutch have five brain cells between them, and four of them belong to Hosea. Dutch is like “suddenly I don’t remember basic math, time to make shit up” and Hosea is like “I must become an expert on 1820s Chinese history in two days for my beautiful sons”

I have NO idea what either of their jobs are, I wanna say Hosea is a lawyer or smthn but idk, Dutch is probably like......................a used car salesman LMAO...... they clearly make a lot of money (or maybe STOLE SOME) bc I gave them a huge house w/ a pool gjhkdhg

Anyway more about THE KIDS

They go to a school that is a combination middle school and high school, bc that’s what my school was like

Mrs. Grimshaw is the strict and irritable principal with a secret soft spot for kids, Mr. Pearson is the cafeteria cook, Strauss works in the office, I wanna say Rev. Swanson is a weird but friendly janitor or something lmao. Uncle is Dutch & Hosea’s annoying forever-drunk neighbor who everyone barely tolerates fjfjhfh

Micah is The School Bully but like bc this is a cutesy high school au and I can do what I want, he’s not actually like a violent racist or anything he’s just a bad mad sad kid who is a huge dick

Bill is Micah’s Bully Henchman, he’s generally not as much of a dick as Micah is, but he punches whoever Micah asks him to bc they are the closest thing to friends that either of them have

Trelawny is a new student who just moved from another school and he’s that fucking Weird Magician Kid who can’t hold a conversation longer than five seconds without saying “wanna see a magic trick,” tried to do some unimpressive card tricks for the school talent show, unironically wears a cape, etc.... Arthur stood up for him when he was getting pushed around by Micah and Bill so now Arthur has +1 more weird friend

Karen is the Popular Girl who somehow knows everyone, is probably a cheerleader, everyone is either extremely intimidated by her or thinks she’s gonna be a stuck up bitch, but she’s actually just super fucking chill and nice, WILL stab a man for her friends, she won’t hesitate bitch

Tilly is Karen’s bff who was getting bullied by *shakes fist* those dang foreman brothers.... Karen stood up for her and Tilly was like “no don’t u will get hurt!!” and Karen was like “ha... fool... cheerleaders cannot die” and whooped ass with her gymnastics skills and somehow got the foreman brothers expelled. So now Tilly is like “I owe u one (1) Life Debt” but Karen is like “nah it’s chill just come to target w/ me & we’ll call it even.” Tilly is just tryna get shit done and do her damn homework but everybody else is going on adventures and being nuisances so of course Tilly has to go too bc come on....... who do you take her for, some kinda two-bit GEEK? NO WAY

Mary Beth is a quiet nerdy girl who’s always reading or writing and never talks in class or anything. Karen and Tilly became her friends thru sheer brute force, Karen just sat by her one day n was like “sup” and Mary Beth was too shy to ask her to leave. They were surprised to discover Mary Beth is actually pretty nice and funny when you get to know her and also the Biggest Lesbian Alive

Sadie is a BAD BITCH... NOBODY fucks with Sadie, not even Micah, Sadie is the girl who when some dipshit boy spreads a rumor that he had sex with her, she agrees and tells everyone she pegged him and he cried after, she hasn’t given a fuck since 2007. she climbs on the roof to get lost frisbees. one time she got the gym coach to agree to give her an automatic A in the class if she did 100 push ups in 5 minutes. Then she Did That. She might have pulled several muscles in both of her arms but She Did That. Karen, Tilly, and Mary Beth (but mostly Karen) approached her like “damn that was sick” and Sadie was like “yea i know” and then they were friends

I literally don’t know anything about Sean I’m sorry...... maybe he’s a transfer student who becomes friends with John, they play Minecraft together and Sean boobytraps the houses John builds. Sean is the only living human being who understands how redstone works and he uses his powers for evil

Molly is going to a nearby community college and is working at the high school part time as a TA and she is like 19-20 or smthn so the kids all think she’s The Hottest Shit,,,, like they think she’s just the coolest hippest person alive, but also she is Very Attractive so fuckin everybody has a crush on her, most specifically Javier and Mary Beth. She ineptly tries to flirt with Dutch every time he comes to a parent teacher conference bc she’s dummy thicc and thinks it’s friendship goals that Dutch lives with and has adopted children with his Best Bud Hosea

The teacher Molly is TA for is Charles Chatenay, an all-grades art teacher who takes his job WAY too seriously, like dude chill they’re high schoolers. His class is where Arthur met Albert, bc Arthur loves drawing and obviously Albert loves photography. They were both like “wow he’s cute” but were too shy to talk to each other for more than basic pleasantries, until one day Albert’s Big Project was ruined a day or two before he was gonna turn it in, and Arthur helped him fix it.

They’re so sweet on each other it’s unbearable, they’re both Soft Boys so they fuckin blush if they make eye contact...... the most bold either of them get is when Arthur is feeling insecure about his body and Albert gladly tells him how perfect and handsome he is in every way, and he wishes he was half as gorgeous as Arthur is, and Arthur is like (offended) um, excuse me, how dare u insult my beautiful boyfriend in this way?? They both wanna grow beards so while they’re still going thru Changes they excitedly bond over their facial hair......... they run up to each other at school like LOOK AT MY NEW CHIN HAIR and the other one is like WOW!!! GOOD JOB

Javier has a big lovely family who spoil him rotten and tbh love to spoil his friends when they come over too, his parents are in a constant and devastating game of dish-gifting with Dutch & Hosea, Arthur and John have eaten more of Mr. & Mrs. Escuella’s tamales than any other food, neither Dutch nor Hosea are very good cooks but luckily Javier has plenty of aunts and uncles and cousins who are happy to occasionally take one of their unimpressive lasagnas or cakes from a box mix

Lenny’s cool dad in canon is the high school au dad of Charles and Lenny, he and Charles’s mom amicably divorced and he got remarried to Lenny’s mom, who is a Cool Stepmom to Charles. Charles and Lenny go stay with Charles’s mom all the time, in fact she was around so much when they were younger that she practically helped raise them both. maybe she gets a gf and Charles and Lenny have so many moms and are so loved & cherished like they fuCKIN DESERVE

Kieran is the weird horse girl at school, he’s Lenny’s age, they become friends when they’re forced to sit next to each other and they’re both too awkward and shy to say anything until they’re paired up on a project together bc everyone else in the class already paired up and they were the only ones left gjkhfd.... John wants to dislike Kieran bc Lenny is HIS friend now, but Kieran is a sweet lad with a mean dad.... His dad is Colm O’Driscoll, Dutch & Hosea’s other neighbor and Dutch’s sworn enemy

Dutch expects Kieran to be as shitty as his dad, but he is a SWEET BOY, and as soon as they realize his situation, they tell Kieran he can come over whenever he wants and spend the night any time, he doesn’t have to ask or anything, but Kieran is super respectful and always asks permission and always tries to come over when John or Arthur are there so he can go under the pretense of hanging out with them, bc he doesn’t wanna intrude...

Once he came over when Hosea was the only one home and he was like “hi Mr. Matthews are John and Arthur home” and Hosea was like “no sorry they’re out” and Kieran was like “oh... ok sorry I’ll just go then” and Hosea was like “absolutely not” and brought Kieran in and made him snacks and wrapped him in many blankets and watched a kids movie with him until he fell asleep on the couch... when Dutch came home he was like “??? new son ???” and Hosea was like “yea I guess. oops”

When Kieran gets older they help him become an emancipated minor and get a job and his own place (even tho he knows they’d let him stay with them if he wanted) and he changes his last name to his mom’s maiden name Duffy... Colm and Dutch glare at each other over their fences and Colm is like “enjoying stealing my son?” and Dutch is like “my son now” but Colm really doesn’t care bc he’s an asshole... and even tho they don’t legally adopt him, Kieran’s like “I’m more of a Van der Linde than an O’Driscoll” and oops i’m making myself cry again :’)

And yes Abigail does eventually teach John how to play stupid super smash bros. She’s Pro Gamer level of competent at nearly all video games and John has the biggest heart eyes for her, the end thank u for listening

#the suffering of john marston. 13 #filler tag 1 #filler tag 2 #morgason #trans arthur morgan #vandermatthews #rdr2

[thestaffofgrayson]

1-100 for the unusual asks, you meme lord

Mmmmkay so I cant help being sassy but also wanna give a real answer so we gonna do this -> Anything in parenthesis is a real answer everything else is sass central station

1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  Im a dank soundcloud rapper check out my soundcloud at nobodycares540.soundcloud.fuck (I dont really use any of em tbh)

2) is your room messy or clean? *glances over* clean (m e s s y)

3) what color are your eyes? All 16 of em are different colors actually (blue)

4) do you like your name? why? No because its not Jojo (Yes!!! Love the name Perrin gonna be honest)

5) what is your relationship status? *sets status to its complicated* you could say im a bit of a player (deathly single)

6) describe your personality in 3 words or less? Im sorry who? (Described meme lord)

7) what color hair do you have? Minecraft Steve Brown (Ver Ver Pink)

8) what kind of car do you drive? color? No I run like sonic next question (nope fuck driving fuck boulder)

9) where do you shop? Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh (For what Next question)

10) how would you describe your style? Goku Black cosplay (Goku Black cosplay)

11) favorite social media account? The one with the Z U C C (Tumblr fuck snapchat)

12) what size bed do you have?  Uuuummmmmmm my size OBVIOUSLY next questions (Dont know tbh queen maybe?)

13) any siblings? Little shit brother (thats not even a joke)

14) if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?  Why this world fuck you what about mars (uuuuhhhhhh no idea gonna be honest)

15) favorite snapchat filter? Oh man! Love this one altho its not well known what ya gotta do is hit the delete button and when it asks if youre sure say yes :D (they change so often I dont pay attention)

16) favorite makeup brand(s)? Whatever it is Genji uses as eyeliner (dooont wear makeup)

17) how many times a week do you shower? I get clean by rolling around in the snow so maybe like 3 times a year (depends usually once a day with exceptions)

18) favorite tv show? I dont watch tv I AM the tv (The Office or if its Anime then Jojos Bizarre Adventure)

19) shoe size? M Y   S I Z E (size 10)

20) how tall are you?  hOWs ThE wEaTHEr dOwnTHeRe (5′9 - 5′11 somewhere in there)

21) sandals or sneakers? Gadget Shoes (legit those are cool but sneakers)

22) do you go to the gym? I think theeessseeee muscles speak for themselves (nope but I do martial arts)

23) describe your dream date  Killing all mortals and achieving a state beyond that of a god (iiiii dont know I dont really see myself going on a date)

24) how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? Why do YOU wanna know (no really why tho)

25) what color socks are you wearing? Well I’m at home on the sofa playing sonic the hedgehog and typing up responses to an ask on tumblr that about 5 people are gonna see. That being said, Dragon Ball orange. (not wearing em but I have a fuzzy pair of polar bear socks my friend Ana sent me that I love!)

26) how many pillows do you sleep with? Wait what do you mean not everyone sleeps with 25 pillows are they mad? (One for my head, one on each side, smol pillow, pillow pet)

27) do you have a job? what do you do? I am assistant regional manager at a paper supply company named Dunder Mifflin. (Not currently but I’m gonna apply to Gamestop and Costco here soon)

28) how many friends do you have? Toooooooooooooo many I hate mortals (honestly I’m too lazy to try and count rn)

29) whats the worst thing you have ever done? Well I haven’t seen Mulan don’t call the cops (Iiiiiiii’m not sure I guess cheated on my Chinese final freshman year but hey I needed to pass that)

30) whats your favorite candle scent? V o i d  (I dont use candles that much and I shooouuulld)

31) 3 favorite boy names Jo[seph] Jo[estar], Jo[taro Ku]jo, Jo[nathan] Jo[estar]  (uuuuhhhh I like my name so it would be Perrin, Joji, Donovan)

32) 3 favorite girl names Jolyne Kujo there is no 2 and 3 (Jolyne yes I know but I actually really like the name, Perrin is also a girls name so, Milly)

33) favorite actor? Shrek from Shrek the musical (Robert Downey Jr and Chris pratt)

34) favorite actress? Taylor after she sasses me and acts like nothing happened (Millie Bobby Brown)

35) who is your celebrity crush? McCree (Matt Mercer)

36) favorite movie? UM IS THIS A QUESTION LIKE??? OBVIOUSLY THE SHREK AND BEE MOVIE CROSS OVER SHREK B: HONEY AND SWAMPS (I LOVED Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok but Secret Life of Walter Mitty’s stuck with me for a loooong time)

37) do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I don’t read cuz I’m not a NERD (I mean actual books I don’t ask me about it another time but comics I sure do I love the Marvel Civil War storyline)

38) money or brains? They say Money can’t buy happiness but it can buy me more games! Eat that SUCKERS (Honestly brains because then you can be smart which can make you a lot of money. So many more benefits)

39) do you have a nickname? what is it? Perriushium, destroyer of life and bringer of the new age (Pey given to me by my brother when he was still a baby and couldn’t say my name)

40) how many times have you been to the hospital? Enough to be immune to every disease known to man NOW IM UNSTOPABLE MWAHAHA (none for any of my own conditions or injuries but for family stuff about twice)

41) top 10 favorite songs All Star, All Star, All Star, Chum Drum Bedrum, All Star, All Star, All Star, Never gonna give you up, All Star, All Star (Bloody Stream, Sono Chi no Sadame, Flying Battery Zone, Stardust Speedway, Stand Proud, Goku Black theme, Halo theme, The Apparition, Shovel Knight main theme, Hooked on a Feeling)

42) do you take any medications daily? I take a shot of cold hard whiskey when I get up (nope I dont have anything)

43) what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) The largest organ of my body I’ll tell ya that much (I honestly dont know?? Smooth and soft I guess?)

44) what is your biggest fear? The Communists lol jk Communism is the only way (I’m not so sure on this one gonna be honest I do fear something I just cant think of it at the moment)

45) how many kids do you want? I mean I’m a 16 year old teenager in high school with no job and no relationship that being said 5 (NONE EVER NOPE 0 KIDS)

46) whats your go to hair style? Super Saiyan 3 (Idk I just kinda comb it to the left)

47) what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) All Star. Wait fuck wrong quest- (Two floor medium sized house) 

48) who is your role model?  Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh (uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh)

49) what was the last compliment you received? A like on my post we did it guys we hit one like so I’m here making this 1 like special (I was told that everytime my friend see’s my dyed hair it absolutely makes his day :D) 

50) what was the last text you sent? Yeah that’ll be $5000 for the kill nice doing business with you (Maaaannny pictures of Genji Shimada)

51) how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL????!!!!!?!?!?! (It kinda faded over the years my last strands of belief were gone by 12)

52) what is your dream car? Odie’s car from Garfield Kart (The Mach 5 from speed racer there’s a street legal car look it up)

53) opinion on smoking? Jotaro does it so I do it too (PSA: Smoking doesn’t make you cool or look cool you’re just killng your lungs. I won’t try and make you stop as long as you’re aware I don’t want you smoking around me and you understand the consequences)

54) do you go to college? After that SAT I meeeaaaaannnn McDonalds might be hiring (I’m still in High School but I want to)

55) what is your dream job? To stand in a corner for 8 hours with a lamp shade over my head and make a clicking sound every so often (I would like to be able to draw, animate, design and/or play games for a living. Achievement Hunter would be a fantastic job but I doubt that’s happening)

56) would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? I wanna live in a cloud In the sky and abduct people to harvest their DNA and make clones which I can fight to the death with (eh somewhere quiet and disconnected from people tbh)

57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? They fetch pretty high prices on eBay you’d be surprised (Nope I dont use them at all I bring my own and take my own)

58) do you have freckles? My face is a giant freckle little known fact (not really thank god I would look real bad with em)

59) do you smile for pictures? *leans in* I’m gonna let ya in on a secret kid. I wait until the photographer is just about to take the picture and then I hold a middle finger over my face to block the proper shot. Do it enough times then they’ll be payin YOU to get the picture done (I do but I only open my mouth slightly)

60) how many pictures do you have on your phone? They’re all of people I’ve killed because they showed me a stale meme dont worry about it (960 exactly and they’re all either memes, fan-art, or my cute friends)

61) have you ever peed in the woods? Ew no I don’t go outdoors thanks (Yep once on a school field trip in which we hiked to the top of a mountain it was fun)

62) do you still watch cartoons? Well I mean SOME ONE spoiled my belief in Santa earlier so I’m a bit too old for that now. I have a boring desk job thanks LAZLO (I do spongebob is really funny to me still and I LOVE the original Teen Titans)

63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? McWendy’s next question (I dont eat either so)

64) Favorite dipping sauce? Drip dip dip I’m boutta rip please i want to die (I dont use dipping sauce either call me a heathen all you want)

65) what do you wear to bed? Well I take off the clothes I wore for the day, take off my earring, ring, necklace, eyes, hair, 3 layers of skin, and call it a night (Pajamas mostly and sometimes sweatpants)

66) have you ever won a spelling bee? *Obligatory Bee Movie Joke* (I’ve never even heard of a spelling bee in any of the schools I’ve been to)

67) what are your hobbies? Well I like to kill all mortals #ZamasuWasRight  (I enjoy martial arts, drawing, video games, game design, and walking around my house with nothing to do)

68) can you draw? UH BOI YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ART IS UNTIL YOUVE SEEN A SHITTY JOJO DRAWING OF MINE (I mean yeah but not well)

69) do you play an instrument? Electric Triangle (Actually, I play the Violin but not super well)

70) what was the last concert you saw? SORRY WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF THE CONCERT (I’ve never been to one that seems like the opposite of fun for me personally I hate hyper loud music, people, and crowds)

71) tea or coffee? Coftea next question (tea. I don’t drink caffeine if i can help it)

72) Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? I need my sugar sonic rings (Again, Don’t drink caffeine)

73) do you want to get married? I’m already getting married. MARRIED TO THE LIFE OF CRIME THAT IS UP TOP (I mean I would like to one day)

74) what is your crush’s first and last initial? My  Self (I don’t have anyone I’m crushing on)

75) are you going to change your last name when you get married? What’s crimes last name? Smigglesworth? (If my partners last name is something with an S cuz then I can be PJS)

76) what color looks best on you? You know the color mario turns when he uses the super star? T-that (Pink and Black)

77) do you miss anyone right now? PPFFFFFT NOOOOO WHATS A FEEL *CRIES* THOSE ARENT TEARS ITS JUST SWEAT IVE ANSWERED A LOT OF QUESTIONS OKAY (I miss all my internet friends :(  *cries*)

78) do you sleep with your door open or closed? It is neither open nor closed it is in a hyper dimensional state between open and closed in which no mortal can enter or exit but also cannot be blocked from passage (clooossed because otherwise the cats are gonna kill my fish)

79) do you believe in ghosts? I mean how else would I make a long and successful career as a ghost buster (I do!)

80) what is your biggest pet peeve? My pet, Peeve! Biggest one I know! (depends on for what tbh the other day a guest speaker was talking to the class and this kid was playing music in his headphones really really loud and it pissed me off)

81) last person you called? Called what? Called them a nerd? A good bean? A meme? MAKE MORE SENSE YOU ******* **** *** ******** (Well according to my phone, the name listed is “Mom”)

82) favorite ice cream flavor? I’ll ice your cream if you’re not careful (Vanilla with chocolate syrup mixed together is hella everyone GO TRY IT)

83) regular oreos or golden oreos? The fuck is a golden oreo?? (No seriously, what the actual is a golden oreo)

84) chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? *mario invincible star song plays as I flash color and dash down rainbow road* I’ll have to think about it (rainboooowww!)

85) what shirt are you wearing? Well I…. You see… The thing is…. excuse me for one second (yeah I can’t think of sass to this one but my favorite shirt! Sonic mania that my friend Tasha bought for me and I love it!!!)

86) what is your phone background?  RYUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!! “What do you think of this color? Is it not beautiful?” If you dont know those HOW DARE YOU LEARN THEM AND WE ARE WATCHING DRAGON BALL (Genji lock screen and Goku Black home screen)

87) are you outgoing or shy? Does THIS answer your question >:D (Outgoing when I want to be, but I’m antisocial so it’s like I CAN be outgoing and personable but it’s highly on my terms ya feel?)

88) do you like it when people play with your hair? My hair is a pride to my race the Saiyans hair is a sacred thing I will advise you not to touch it (YYYEEESSSS I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT BUT THAT HARDLY EVER HAPPENS)

89) do you like your neighbors?  …..the what? Never heard of it before is that a type of appliance? (I mean they’re chill we don’t interact a lot which I’m cool with)

90) do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Nothin can cure this ugly face fest of spring 2018 (I use face wash when I shower which is typically right after school not sure why it matters but there ya go :V)

91) have you ever been high? “I’m high on LIFE maaaannn” -Incorrect Shaggy quotes (N o p e  never have don’t plan on it)

92) have you ever been drunk? shots ShotS SHOTS SHOTSSHOTSHOTS (nope but I will one day maybe in College years)

93) last thing you ate? The shattering realization that my friends will keep saying OWO to me every chance they get (Pancakes! asked for french toast but I loooove the breakfast food so no complaints)

94) favorite lyrics right now someBODY Once Told Me The World Is Gonna Roll Me… (The lyrics to Bloody Stream dude it’s a  g r e a t  op)

95) summer or winter? Sorry I’m on Mars weather its ZXAR right now (eeehhhh winter cuz then I have an excuse to be inside and it’s also the ski season)

96) day or night? I am the darkness. I am the night. I am BATMAN (Night honestly I’m a fan of the darkness)

97) dark, milk, or white chocolate? Plllleeeeaaase its like asking if you’re heart is pure of evil or not. Dark Chocolate is a sin (Milk chocolate is the best chocolate fight me on that)

98) favorite month? See, some may argue for their birthday months, christmas, new beginnings to the year, but I say there’s only ONE spooky time :3 (Altho I’m one of the fools that’s gonna have to go with March because it usually has my favorite kind of weather for where I live)

99) what is your zodiac sign  I refuse to go by Zodiac signs until Ted Cruz is proven to be the Zodiac Kill————–”OLD MEME ALERT THIS IS THE MEME POLICE”   “I AINT GOIN BACK TO JAIL”  (Cancer! I wear a necklace of my sign all the time fun fact for ya)

100) who was the last person you cried in front of?  Me after writing all these (Don’t know actually I try not to cry in front of people ever)

#Perrin answers #Thanks for the ask! #About me

[spideyxchelle]

Peter's a freak because he was in band. You may leave the band but the band doesn't leave you. I don't make the rules (as in band kids being the freak in the sheets/ those kinky 👀)

OHHHHH MY GOOODNEEEESS. so, fam, fun fact. i work for an orchestra. love me some orchestra music. sorry if this is nerdy af. and like longer than I expected. it got out of control. nsfw.

also, the piece I included is loooong af and really weird but is an absolute masterpiece. if you have 30 minutes take a listen. be prepared that its got its moments of off-the-wall craziness but its beautifully balanced with some of the most melodic, gorgeous sections ever put to score. 

Peter Parker lived for band before he got bit by a spider and became a spandex-wearing superhero. lived for it. he spent the better part of middle school playing the violin poorly, learning how to read music and scratching out basic mozart like a dying animal. but in middle school he takes up the horn and its like his whole life shifts. its a bit of a struggle at first, he’s small and his lung capacity is only so much, but he can read music from the violin and the conductor at their middle school really spends individual time with each and every one of his students.

so when it came time to take electives in high school he didn’t even hesitate. he signed up for band. and freshman year is awesome. sure, carrying around his horn case between classes is a little bit like having a gigantic target LITERALLY on his back. but when he enters the music room seventh period to play its all worth it.

they’re not very good, lets be real. but its not about talent for Peter. its about community. feeling like a part of being something bigger.

there is one person who is in band that is actually good. and its Michelle Jones. his freshman year he doesn’t talk to her much because, she’s what the kids call, fucking terrifying. but she plays the oboe like a champ. he can’t take that from her.

and, he’s not gonna lie, her carving reeds with her knife in the middle of the cafeteria is the most badass thing he’s ever seen.

it’s the most lowkey threatening display of power he’s everwitnessed in his fourteen years but then, the story goes as follows: Peter gets bit by aradioactive spider just before Christmas his freshman year, his Uncle Ben getskilled because he refuses to act three weeks later, and by the new year he isthe fighting crime as the prototype-Spider-Man. he stays in band and roboticsbut, then, on the sixth month anniversary of him gaining his powers Tony Starkshows up in his living room and turns his life 5000% upside down. he’s in Berlinon mission like a REAL LIFE AVENGER….and then he’s dropped back in his lifelike it never happened. 

the two months of school are spent wishing for a phonecall that never comes. sophomore year starts and in one foul swoop he’sdropping band and robotics club….and decathlon. and he’s fighting Vulture andgetting his suit privileges revoked and it’s not even halfway through Octoberwhen homecoming happens and he gets his suit back and an Avenger offer fromTony

even though he decides to ultimately protect the little guya little bit longer….Peter doesn’t rejoin band or robotics club. 

he hasn’tpracticed his horn since June. he’s so out of practice that even their crappyorchestra would suffer from his playing. but he misses the familiar weight of his case on his back ashe dodges and weaves in the hallways. 

MJ, who has assumed the captain role in decathlon, alwayshas her parts on her for whatever they are working on in band. and that is howthey connect. over music.

she leaves her parts in the auditorium one day and he findsher the next day and hands her the music. “you left this,” hemumbles. she squints at him but takes her music, “you couldn’t have textedme? I would’ve grabbed it last night so I could practice.” he flushes,“sorry, I just…” the truth? he’d spent the night pouring over thepages and reading along to a recording of the piece. “don’t,” sherolls her eyes, “thanks for getting this to me, Parker.”

and that seems like that’s that. but she sits with him andNed at lunch. the latter seems mortified. but she looks right at Peter,“you put markings in my score.” he gulps, “I listened to Berlindo it. I like some of the tempos and markings better than what’s in that.”“so you just decided to write all over my music?” “yes,” heowns. she gives him a once over and takes a bite of her sandwich,“okay.“ 

that’s how it begins. she starts to purposefully leave hermusic behind at decathlon practice. and he takes it home, every night, and addshis own markings. it’s not like being in band, but it’s pretty damnclose. 

and then, his chem book goes missing. he’s certain he didn’tlose it with the latest backpack but he can’t find it. until the next day atschool it’s in his locker. he opens to the chapter they are reviewing in classand it’s got notes in it. ideas. in MJ’s hand writing.

it’s not the most orthodox friendship, their back and forthnote markings, but it’s how they communicate. and Peter looks forward toreading her thoughts on everything: science, English…especially history. hercommentary is gold. but sticks to her instrumental parts only. and he’s got ahunch that she knows he misses it. she’s freakin’ brilliant. of course shedoes.

but then….his Stark notebook goes missing. the notebookwith all of his webbing formulas and suit designs. it’s like his private diaryon all things Spider-man and she’s got it. no one else would take it. only MJ. he’s not sure what the fuck to do. like, MJ is a friend. butshe’s the weird, we-don’t-really-talk-just-share-notes kind of friend. ifthat’s even a kind. 

and he’s not sure if he trusts her with Spider-man. 

he spends the whole night warring with himself over whetheror not to call MJ, to text her, to put on the suit and go to her apartment. buthe resists.

and so, the next day at school, he takes a deep breath andopens his locker door. his notebook is propped up against the left wall of hislocker and when he opens it there is only one sentence written in MJ’s messyscrawl.

I like Black Panther better.

his face erupts into the most outrageous grin and that isthe first moment his chest tightens at the thought of her.at lunch, MJ joins, as per usual, what is notusual is her offhanded comment, “so I have some thoughts on improvements on thewebbing.” Ned chokes and Peter pales. Ned elbows Peter, “dude, whatthe hell?” “calm down,” MJ sips her tea, “I found hisdiary.” Peter huffs, “it’s my design journal. not a diary.”“It’s a diary,” she shrugs.

Ned puts his apple juice down and looks between them, “what’s going on?” “i want in to whatever superhero dumbness you’re both up to,” she shrugs, offering Ned some of her chips. he grins and steals a few. “i say we let her help,” Ned chomps on chips, “guy in the chair could have a sidekick.” “not anybody’s sidekick,” she drawls. and peter groans. 

but MJ on team Spider-man is kind of awesome. she’s around nearly every day after school and on the weekends. but because she’s around all the time, she stops stealing his books to put notes in and stops leaving her scores out for him to write in. he tries to reason that it shouldn’t sting. she’s around every day now. but it does. because their weird note ritual was just for them. he always felt really close to her doing that.

and….no markings means the last connection he has to band is severed. 

he misses the notes but by the end of sophomore year he has more pressing things on his mind. like he’s growing crush on MJ and Thanos. the second of the two rips him out of school and launches him into FUCKING space. without notice. without warning. 

there is no time. the end of the world doesn’t wait for him to leave a note behind to Aunt May. the Avengers call and Peter jumps. 

that means, for the entire month of May, Peter is one of those missing kids. one that is on the news and has posters. and May is inconsolable, Ned is worried sick and MJ feels wrong. like, she has this sinking feeling in her stomach that something very bad has happened. Tony Stark hasn’t been seen for a month either. but Stark Industry’s insists his on a retreat. 

MJ knows what that means. and she knows whatever retreat Tony is on, Peter is there, too. 

they’re on some freakin’ planet that Peter can’t even pronounce when he thinks he’s going to die. actually, he’s pretty certain. his chest is trapped under Thanos’ foot and his life begins to flash before his eyes. he knows its like a Peter Parker greatest hits reel. and so many of the memories he holds on to as he blacks out are of May, Ben, Ned….and MJ. she’s in more of them than he would have expected. and god. he doesn’t wanna die.

Tony saves him. at a cost. and the war is won. 

when they fly back into Earth’s orbit, Happy silently drives Peter home. neither of them know what to say to each other without Tony as a buffer. and Mr. Stark’s death lives in this car. 

when he knocks on his front door, a little worse for wear, May throws it open and sobs. she yanks him into her arms and squeezes. he clings back, “hiya May.” she slaps him on the top of his head, “don’t you hiya May me, young man. where have you been?” he hiccups, “Tony is dead.”

the two Parkers collapse in the doorway together and hold each other tight. 

he returns to school three days later and everyone looks at Peter like a ghost. he’s been gone for a month. his return is jarring. the teachers all looked thrilled to see him. but he knows he carries around his trauma like a cloud floating above him. everyone can see he’s fucked up. they just don’t know about what.

Ned doesn’t even care. he’s just so happy to see his friend, to have him back. and Ned’s voice makes Peter feel so normal. 

he avoids his locker all day, he doesn’t want his books or his notes or anything. he’ll just sit in class, thanks.

but at the end of the day, he needs to grab his history book to do homework. and when he opens his locker he’s shocked. 

there, pilled nearly to the top of his locker, is music. sheet music. hundreds of pages of it. music he’d never heard before, composers he’s unfamiliar with. and on every piece is a note from MJ. about why that specific piece reminds her of him. its like hundreds of pages of love letters. each one with music to echo her sentiments. 

he leaves his history book behind and drags all of the scores home. he grabs his computer and begins to listen to each one. some are as short as three minutes, others are as long as a half hour. one for every day he was missing. some pieces are sweeping and romantic, others are furious and angry like she was spitfire mad at him for being gone. 

the last score at the bottom makes him confused. it can’t quite decide if its romantic and longing or furious or devastated, it twinges like heartbreak. he turns it over to the back and reads her note: today was the first time I considered you might be dead. and I can’t forgive you for getting yourself killed. I really hope you’re not. come home. 

he suits up. 

he didn’t see MJ at school that day. and he finds he can’t wait until tomorrow. 

he slips into her window and yanks his mask off of his face. he tries to ignore the smell of the smoke from his unwashed suit. it still smells like war. 

but then, he sees her sleeping in the moonlight. MJ, he thinks, he yearns. he’s not how long he’s felt this strong. maybe it was the first time he had heard her play the flute, or that first day he felt his chest tighten, or maybe it had been something innocuous. like a day she wrote him something ridiculous and silly in her notes. he can’t be sure how it started. only that now, in this moment, she was here and he was alive. and that was enough. 

he gets on his knees beside her bed and touches her face, “MJ?” she stretches and mumbles. he smiles, and tries again, “MJ?” he grabs her hand and kisses the back of her hand, “MJ.” 

her eyes flutter open and, damn, how had he spent a month without her eyes? she looks at him like he’s a figment, a ghost. and maybe he is. that’s how he’s felt since he’s come back. until, really, he heard all of the music she had picked for him. it breathed some life into him. 

she sits up, possessed, and asks, “are you here?”

he kisses her hand again, nodding, “got back to school today. you weren’t there.” she stares at him, “couldn’t bring myself to go, 30 days. it was 30 days since you’d disappeared.” “yea,” he swallows, “i know. uh, Tony’s dead.” and he hates how his voice cracks. 

her face softens and she pulls him into the span of his arms. he finds a home there for a long while. until he feels the way that music had made him feel: alive. MJ was like music, he thinks. sometimes sharp and furious and brilliant but always beautiful and full of feeling. 

“i got your scores,” he says. MJ shakes her head, “i don’t want to talk about those fucking scores, Peter.” he flinches, “i’m not ready to talk abut Thanos.” 

she shakes her head, “I don’t want to talk at all.” she kisses him like its the best and worst idea. she can’t quite decide. his heart thuds like timpani, loud and significant. 

their first kiss is not sweet or tender, it is a lot like that last piece. a mix of all things. not one emotion. the breath of human emotion. he can taste in the span of a second all of her anger at him and all of her affection. 

its intoxicating. 

his hand hits the drone on his chest and his suit falls away. it pools on the floor and he joins her on the bed, his body covering hers like a blanket. “you idiot,” she bites his mouth and he hisses, “you don’t get to leave without saying goodbye.” “i was saving the world,” he grabs a handful of her breast over her clothes. she arches up into him, “the world can wait.” 

he tears off her night shirt because he wants access to her milky soft skin. she sleeps without her bra, he’s happy to report. and he can’t help but be the most curious teenage boy about it. his mouth lavishes the nipples and they pebble under his teeth. 

he has done this once before, at band camp, but getting a girl’s top off is the farthest he had ever managed. band camp is a lot of kinky fuckery. but he’d only gone one year. 

so beyond the belt, he’s a little lost. but he’s eager. and angry. he’s so angry. war took something from him. his therapist would later tell him it was his innocence. now it just feels like a raw and angry wound. 

he bites at MJ’s breast and she groans, hooking her leg around his waist. “we should talk about this,” he heaves, his roaming hands cupping at her ass. “or,” she counters, her tone harsh and put-out, “you could shut up and fuck me.” 

a feral, raw groan rips from him, “yea, or that.” 

left only in their underwear, Peter could feel the warmth of her core radiating against his boxers. lacking experience, he begins to rut against her. and if its meant to feel better without clothes between them he’s 100% sure he’s gonna die. like, straight up.

his wide hand cups the back of her head and his thumb tilts her head back so he can ravish her neck. kisses and bites accompany each roll of his hips. her breathing is so heavy and hot against the top of his head. “peter,” she keens and he sucks on a pulse point. something he learned at band camp. 

“i thought about you,” he shares, his voice thick was sex and emotion, “every day I was away. and when I thought I was gonna die…” his fingers slip between her panties and rub at her core. she sobs in pleasure. “….you were there in my thoughts. I might’ve help save the world, but you saved me.” a searching finger presses inside of her and she says his name. he echoes her name back.

she turns her face to hide in her pillow, the sensations building up in her and his finger moves in and out of her. “stop being romantic,” she chides, “i don’t want romantic.” and he knows what she really means is i wanna know you’re here, i’ve missed you, don’t leave. 

so he guides another finger inside of her and sucks at her chest. as he leaves little bruises on her skin, he tells her things. how beautiful she is. how wet she is for him. how he wants to taste her. how she’d like it. 

and she climaxes around his fingers. he feels the flutter of it around his hand and he almost tumbles after her, but he refrains. he makes certain to watch her face as she falls apart and when she catches her breath, he smothers her mouth with a kiss. and only pulls away to suck his fingers clean. his eyes blazing. 

she tugs on his hair and kisses him filthy as she shimmies out of her panties. she tries to edge him out of his boxers but he stops. he doesn’t even recognize his voice. its rough and low. “condom?” she nods, leans over to her bedside table and grabs the foil for him. 

he rips it open with his teeth, shucks his boxers off and slips the condom on. he props each of his hands on either side of her head. and gives her a significant look. she nods and he pushes into her slowly. she’s tight but wet enough from his earlier actions that he is able to bottom out in her without much effort of his part. her mouth falls open and he can tell its a bit of a stretch for her. “you okay?” he asks. she nods, “fine. just…different. more pressure than I’d have thought.” 

his strokes are hollow and small at first. warming her up. getting used to the feel of her warmth stretched around him. but it feels like murder to him. the little death, the french call it, and now he knows why.

and he tries to remain under control to be kind and sweet but one thrust is particularly hard and she arches off the bed and digs her nails into his back. so he tries it again, for science. and the same thing happens. 

he chuckles, low, “holy shit, you’re…” he thrusts and she moans “….into this.” MJ glares up at him with a lot of fury to which he responds with a pointed thrust and her eyes roll back in her head. “yea,” he affirms for himself, “you absolutely do.” his rhythm moves from experimental to paced and hard. “tell me I’m wrong,” he grabs her thigh. she can’t. she can barely speak. just little, soft noises. 

in an inspired moment, he pulls out and she whines. which is adorable, okay? he grabs the thigh he was holding and adjusts her one leg so its resting on his shoulder. spread open wider for him. so when he pushes back in, he goes deeper.

they both breathe together. and there is no time for idle chatter now. they are both chasing a finish line. they want to cross it. together.

this new position is rubbing against her deliciously and she falls over first. he follows moments after. their whole world’s white out. 

when he comes to, peter rolls off of her and MJ groans. the leg that was propped up she slowly lowers to the bed and she begins to hiss at the stretch. “fuck, Peter,” she rolls her eyes. he ducks his head in embarrassment, “sorry.” she thumps him on the arm, “it was good. just…a girl needs to stretch if you’re gonna do that.” “did I hurt you?” he worries. she shakes her head, “no…it was good. really good.” 

the moment after feels vulnerable and soft. he turns her over in his arms and she snuggles into him. which fuck. he could get used to. they lay in silence, basking. and then, peter heavy with sleep begins to tell her everything. Thanos, the war, Tony. all of it. 

they talk until the sun peaks into her bedroom to start the day. and its everything.

they eventually part, they both need to get ready for school, and as peter puts on his costume to exit through the window he has an inspired thought. he ducks his head back in the window, lifts his mask and kisses her. she looks shocked. this stuff is easier in darkness. but he wants more than just moments hidden in the night. he wants her in the light, too. 

without another word he leaves. to let her stew.

when they get to school, both looking exhausted for reasons, MJ rolls her eyes at him put slips her hand into his. 

and then, seventh period rolls around and Peter walks into the band room with his horn case strapped to his back. MJ is carving a reed and stares at him when he enters the room. he grins at her, even winks because he’s feeling bold, and shuffles his way past the winds to the brass.

their conductor smiles at him and welcomes him back to band. no one seems more shook than MJ. she is staring mouth open at him, like WTF PARKER. 

he takes his horn out and not much has changed except that he’s insanely rusty and any range he had is pretty much lost, but the band sucks. so its fine. its more that its fun. and he does have a ball. especially when he hears the oboe solo soar over all of the terrible teen playing. he smiles around his mouthpiece and misses his entrance. but, god, MJ.

after class, she catches up with him in the hall and slips her hand into his. “you gotta practice,” she informs him, “you suck bad.” he laughs and tugs her under his arm which is a bit challenging because she’s a touch taller, “wanna practice with me?” “no way,” she shakes her head, “you’ll distract me.” he grins and she continues, “besides, i only practice with people who don’t slide all over the place, Parker.” “hey, woah, its been a few months, be nice.” “nope,” she shrugs and kisses him quick before heading off to English. 

and band proves to be so much more fun when your girlfriend is at band camp with you. but that’s another story for another time. 

#headcanon ask #trash can