#I just love all the trivia involved. I love to know things

[awesomehoggirl]

Yeah we drag race and affiliated media blogging atm . i was gonna keep it off my blogcause im trying out this thing called being normal about my interests But I could only hold off for four months

#okbut still four months is a long time not to post obsessivelyabout something which is my every waking thoughtt #I just love all the trivia involved. I love to know things

[l0vedoe]

Yandere!Lucifer X GN!Reader

Hi! My name is Kay, and it's my first time posting something on Tumblr (I don't know how to use this)

I've been really obsessed with Lucifer and I saw a Yandere!Lucifer fanfic that I loved a lot, but sadly there's no part 2 :( So, I decided I would write MY OWN Yandere!Lucifer fanfic! (Also without a part 2..) Here is the one I got inspired by! So, have fun! <3

Sorry if it's a little weird at first, english is not my first language and I'm still learning it!

Part 2 here!

Words: 3787

Synopsis: Your friends found a ritual that can bring Lucifer to your world and, unfortunately, you accepted to participate.

You were sitting on a pile of cushions with your arms crossed, not believing what you and your friends were doing.

A few days ago, one of your friends, Lesley, had found a ritual that could summon Lucifer, the King of Hell, into the human world. You knew that your group of friends were obsessed with those sobrenatural things, ghosts and anything with horror involved. You liked it too, but among them, you were the only one who didn't enjoy getting directly involved with these things. You liked the trivia, the facts, the stories you heard on the internet, but participate in rituals? Ha! No, certainly no. You were sensible enough to know that you shouldn't be messing with these things, whether you believed in them or not. You weren't scared, you just didn't want to disturb whatever exists out there.

Even though you didn't like the idea, you accepted, not knowing why though. Maybe it was because your friends kept insisting...

And there you were, in a dark room in an abandoned house that Lesley had found so that you all could perform the ritual.

You watched your friends as they prepared everything. One of them was making a large pentagram on the floor, while another was placing six candles around it. As soon as they had finished, the three of them stood inside the pentagram, looking at you as if that was all that was missing - and it was.

"Come on, you agreed to do it, remember?" Lesley says, holding out his hand to you.

"Unfortunately."

You said, standing next to your friends.

Lesley took a needle from his pocket and pierced everyone's finger, letting them each drip their own blood onto the pentagram below. Gab, your friend on your left, held out a lighter so that you could light the candles one by one. As soon as you had finished, you all left the pentagram and the atmosphere became more tense.

This couldn't turn out good.

"Lucifer, lord of the red skies, hear my sublime call, show us your true power and appear in this circle!"

When Lesley finished speaking, silence prevailed in the room... for a long time. Since you came here you believed it wouldn't work, but your friends really believed it would, so they were all very disappointed when they saw that nothing happened.

As soon as you thought to say something, the pentagram glowed in a gold so bright that it didn't seem real. It glowed so brightly that if you looked at it for too long, you would surely lose your sight, so you all looked away until the light ceased, and it did. With your vision still blurred, you turned to face the pentagram again and sighed in shock.

There, in the middle of the pentagram, was a short, blond man with pale skin. His eyes were yellow, his teeth were sharp and there was a red circle on each cheek. His clothing appeared to be of high quality and class, a red shirt covered by a white jacket with veiled details, matching his pants in the same color. His hat was also white, with a red band, a golden crown, an apple and a golden snake. A lot of information in a single hat, to be honest.

The man looked confused and annoyed as, with one hand, he was dusting his clothes.

Not only you, but all your friends looked at the man with admiration and amazement. “It worked..." they all thought.

No one said anything, they were too surprised to be able to formulate a single sentence.

"I knew Lucifer was a fallen angel, but I thought the fall would have affected his appearance?"

You say, analyzing the whole figure of the creature in front of you. He was pretty, you had to say.

Lucifer sighed, looking extremely bored with the situation.

"I thought no one knew the summoning ritual anymore, but it seems I was wrong." he says, looking at everyone in the room. "So...?"

He waits, with a judgmental look on his face.

Lesley wakes up from her thoughts and starts talking frantically.

"Oh, Great Lord Lucifer, King of Hell!" Lesley bows, followed by all her friends too, except you. Lucifer smiles. He liked those nicknames. "We're really, really sorry to bother you. We were just curious about whether this ritual would work or not, we didn't want anything to do with you."

Lucifer rolls his eyes. Of course, he had to have been summoned by a bunch of curious mortals...

"You see, I was taking care of very important things when you summoned me, and I am unable to return to my duties unless one of you makes a deal with me." Lucifer gestured his hand gracefully in the air as he spoke. You had to admit: the real devil was not at all what you expected. You expected a tall, red-skinned, goat-legged creature with long horns and a tail, but this...? It was laughable.

But of course you didn't laugh.

Lucifer turned his gaze on you, giving you goosebumps. His gaze on you was something you had never felt before, and it scared you. He was a shorty man and yet he was making you afraid of what might happen to you if you stepped in the wrong place.

You swallowed.

"I'm waiting!" Lucifer raised his voice, making everyone shiver. "Which one of you is willing to make a deal with me, hm...?"

Lucifer had an amused smile on his face as he analyzed each individual in the room. One shaking his legs, another trying to look away, another thinking about what to do to get rid of the blond man and, finally, you, who even though you were afraid, didn't seem to be letting your guard down. You looked at Lucifer with courage, and Lucifer liked that. He really did. When was the last time he saw someone like you? A long time ago, that's for sure. Most of the humans who ended up meeting Lucifer, willingly or by accident, used to be so scared and afraid that they would sometimes beg Lucifer to let them live with their souls in peace.

Souls... Lucifer never cared, really. Most of his deals didn't involve receiving the souls of humans in return, he had no interest in that, he just asked for anything that came to mind. Most of the time, something very silly. He didn't even like making deals with humans, it’s just time he wastes to satisfy the will of mortals.

Seeing that no one would take the initiative, he decided to do it for them.

"Since you guys won't make up your minds, leave it to me. Eeny-meeny-miney..." Lucifer began to choose, and when you saw that he was going to end up with one of your friends, you interrupted him. "Hm?"

"I'll make a deal with you if that's what it takes for you to leave us alone."

Lucifer smiles. He was loving your attitude.

"Are you crazy? You shouldn't do that! He is going to take your soul!" Lesley tried to warn you, worried about you.

"At least it'll help you not to mess with things like that again."

You say harshly, stepping closer to Lucifer.

So that's what you were afraid of? It was nothing new for Lucifer.

"All right, then. What's your name, dear?" Lucifer says, approaching you.

Everyone was looking at you worried and afraid. You liked your friends, but they were the kind who fucked up and left it to you so you could resolve things. Always.

"What do you want? My soul? Possession of my body?" You ignore the question the blond man made, leaving him a little frustrated, but without showing it.

He laughs.

"No, no, no! I don't care about these things, really!" He puts his hand on his chin and closes his eyes, seeming to think deeply, until he snaps his fingers, thinking of something. "Oh, I know! You're going to dance for me dressed as a duckling!"

You look at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust. Was this really the King of Hell that everyone was so afraid of?! You hold in your laughter.

"All right." You reach out to shake his hand, but he interrupts.

"Don't you know how deals work, darling?" he asks in a mocking tone, amused. "You need to tell me what you want in return."

"Oh, is that so?" you ask and he shakes his head positively. Actually, there was nothing you really wanted, you just wanted him to go away and for you to be able to come home soon. You should never have agreed to take part in that. "Oh, I don't know, man... give me a chocolate cake and we'll be fine."

Lucifer laughs softly. You seemed as bored as he was, and your boredom amused him too much.

He grabs your hand, and you automatically felt your casual clothes change into a yellow jumpsuit with a hood that had a duckling face on it.

You sighed. What a humiliation.

You danced a children's dance that you learned as a child, and you could see how Lucifer was enjoying it, his eyes shining, his cheeks reddening and a smile on his face. He clapped his hands frantically.

When you finished your dance, he sighed, snapped his fingers and your clothes returned to normal. A second later, you were holding a plate with a chocolate cake on it. It looked delicious.

"It was a great deal. I hope I never see you again!" Lucifer said, finally disappearing into a golden dust.

Your friends were wide-eyed and dumbfounded. They gave you a quick lecture on how you could have used that deal to get anything and you decided on a chocolate cake. You could ask for thousands of dollars, you could ask to have whatever you wanted, have as much power as you wanted, and you still decided on a chocolate cake?!

You didn't care, saying goodbye and making your way home while holding your chocolate cake. You were sure to devour it as soon as you sat down on your couch.

~

After that incident, your days went by as normal. You wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. Wake up, work, come home, sleep.

It was a routine you got used to, and it was good to be used to things, you weren't the type who liked new things.

However, after a week or so of performing that ritual and summoning Lucifer, you began to feel strange. You felt watched almost all the time, it was uncomfortable even to take a shower and this was something that was really bothering you. You've never been sensitive to these things, what was going on?!

In addition to the feeling of being watched, you also began to see figures out of the corner of your eye and hear voices calling you. You could have sworn you were going crazy, it wasn't normal.

You sent a message to Lesley, telling him what you were feeling. Lesley didn't care much.

Lesley Bff: idk, it must be in your head

Lesley Bff: I felt that way too during my first ritual

Lesley Bff: but you know what?

Lesley Bff: Lucifer could be watching you 👻

You laughed.

You: if he's not back in his hole, I'll send him back there myself

Lesley could be right. You've never taken part in a ritual before, so maybe it affected you more than you expected.

You sigh, smiling at the thought of being anything else. "How silly..."

You head for the kitchen to get some water. Opening the fridge, you take out your jug of water and fill a glass with the liquid, putting the jug away again.

As you bring the glass to your lips, you notice a blond man on the other side of the dining table.

You continue to drink your water.

Wait...

You spit out the water, looking back to the front and no longer seeing the man there.

"I need therapy…" you say, putting a hand to your forehead.

"Everyone needs it, dear." When you hear the familiar voice, you're startled and turn around so fast that you drop your glass on the floor, shattering it. "Wow... Do you get that excited just by seeing me?" The blond smiles debauchedly.

"What the fuck..." that's all you managed to say. "I didn't summon you, damn it! Get the fuck out of here!"

You demand, making the demon in front of you laugh.

"It's that way of yours that made me fall in love with you!" he says, still laughing.

What?

You look Lucifer up and down with disgust. How strange was it to have a religious figure, who you believed existed only in your imagination until a week ago, tell you that he's in love with you? Answer: very. ABSURDLY.

"Dude, I don't want any trouble, just do me a favor and leave."

You say, calmly, but Lucifer didn't seem to hear. His smile remained on his face, it seemed to grow with every detail he appreciated about you. It was as if he was hypnotized. You could notice his pupils dilating and his cheeks starting to turn pink.

He moves closer, making you take a step back to keep your distance.

"I'm afraid I can't…" he said, still smiling, but now without showing his teeth and without looking you in the eye. He was analyzing your body, your baggy white T-shirt, your plaid pajama pants and your matching slippers.

Your posture was as if you were ready to run at any moment. Lucifer noticed, after all, he didn't want you to run from him. Why would you run from him?

He took a step forwards, coming closer again, and that was the exact moment you knew you had to run. You weren't an idiot, you ran, you ran as if your life depended on it and, at that moment, it really did.

As you climb the stairs to the second floor of your house, you enter your bedroom and lock the door. You didn't think it would help much since your enemy was a demon who could easily teleport to where you were, but you still did what was possible at the time.

Trying to think of many ways to make the demon go away and get you out of this, you are interrupted by a voice on the other side of the door.

"Darling, please..." the voice was sly. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk to you..."

You didn't trust him. You couldn't trust him. He was the fucking devil!

You didn't answer, and a silence remained. You tried to look through the keyhole, to make sure he was no longer there and you could finally get out. As soon as you put your hand on the handle to open the door, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You automatically turned round and punched Lucifer in the face.

"Get away from me!" You screamed, and before you could run away again, golden chains wrapped around you, preventing you from moving. "What the...!"

"Look..." Lucifer begins, caressing the cheek you punched. "I just want to talk, that's all."

You didn't want to listen, you were just trying to free yourself from the chains that bound you.

Lucifer continued.

"Your attitude that day captivated me, and I found it so attractive how you didn't show any fear. Not to mention, of course, that your dancing was incredible." he smiled. "I couldn't help myself and started watching you ever since. I couldn't stop thinking about you for a second. I've spent the last few days just watching you from hell. I've watched you sleep, you eat, you work, you shower..."

This last part seemed to have had a different effect on Lucifer.

Until now, you really believed that you could escape him, but as soon as you realized that it was impossible to free yourself from the chains, your body withered. You knew there was nothing you could do.

Even so, indignation and confusion overwhelmed you. What was this guy saying? In love with you? Really?

You looked at Lucifer angrily, while he looked at you as if you were all he wanted.

"I've been so lonely these last few years, and as soon as I started watching you I wanted to be with you even more and more..." he said, hugging himself and looking at random corners as if he was fantasizing about a thousand different things. "So I give you the honor of moving in with me! In hell!"

You widened your eyes. That couldn't be real. It couldn't.

Lucifer, the fallen angel, wanted you to live with him in hell?

You laughed. Of course it was a joke. If you accepted, he would steal your soul and you wouldn't be free for anything else. Yes, that had to be it. It was a way of persuading you, tricking you, so that he could get what he wanted.

You took a deep breath, recovering from your laughter, and kept your eyes on Lucifer's hopeful gaze.

"No!" you said, loud and clear.

You didn't want another deal, you didn't want to go to hell, you didn't want Lucifer! You just wanted to get back to enjoying your holiday peacefully watching whatever was on TV, you didn't want anything new.

Hearing you refuse, Lucifer's expression changed from a smile to disappointment. He couldn't believe it. Why were you turning him down? He was the King of Hell, he could make you powerful like him, give you anything you wanted! What was stopping you from accepting?

"Why?! I can give you anything you want! Power, money, comfort and lots of chocolate cake! Please accept it..." he looked sad, but deep down he hoped you would say yes. "I love you..."

His last words made you even angrier. The devil himself was confessing to you, you no longer feared him.

"But I don't love you! I want to get away from you, your hell and everything that surrounds you! I don't want power, I don't want money, I want you to go away!"

You scream, spitting out the words with hatred, not even caring what the blond guy might feel. You couldn't stand it any longer, the chains were tightening your body with each passing minute, you just wanted to go back to your normal life, without demons, without rituals, without anything weird.

You noticed Lucifer with his head down, quiet, and wondered if now he would accept it and leave you alone. Unfortunately, he wouldn't.

As soon as he raised his face, you noticed his eyes filled with a bright red colour, his horns began to appear from his head and his tail appeared behind him. Clearly, he was very angry, and now you felt genuine fear of what might happen to you now.

He began to smile, a fearsome smile that showed his sharp teeth.

His voice was slightly distorted. The chains squeezed you tighter and tighter.

"I am Lucifer, King of Hell, and it is not you who will change that." he approached, still smiling. "I can do whatever I want, and I want you, and I'm going to have you, whether you like it or not."

With those words, the chains disappear and you fall to the ground in pain. They were already suffocating you.

As soon as you calmed down, you looked up to find Lucifer staring down at you without smiling now. He snapped his fingers, forming a portal beneath the two of you.

Before you could fall, Lucifer caught you. You had your eyes closed, afraid to open them and see what you feared. You only felt Lucifer holding you until he finally stopped on the ground and released you. You open your eyes and realize you're in a spacious room, with a large bed with crisp sheets. The walls were dark, as was the floor. There were several pictures of Lucifer with a beautiful woman and a little girl and lots of rubber duckies scattered around the room.

You looked out of a window to see the red sky on the other side.

You were in hell, alone with the angel who had fallen from heaven, with no idea how to get home.

You despair, your breathing quickens and becomes heavy, cold sweat begins to run down your face. You turn around and find Lucifer taking off his jacket and hat and settling down in the bedroom.

You keep your distance as he starts to approach with that same smile as before, until you slam your back against a wall, making it easier for him, who could now approach you.

He came close, standing inches away. His hand caressed your left cheek, while the other took your right hand, bringing it to his lips so that he could kiss it.

"Let me go…" you plead, your eyes filling with tears.

Lucifer looks at you, smiling even more.

"No." he says, in the same tone you used when you told him that. "I tried to make it as friendly as possible, but you wouldn't co-operate. How could I keep the person I love close if I didn't force you to stay here with me?"

"This is not love...!" you say, without looking at him.

"It's your idea of love that's wrong, darling..." Lucifer's face moves closer to yours, his hand still caressing your cheek. "That love you humans appreciate doesn't exist, it never did. Love where the two live happily ever after only exists when one of the people involved makes it happen. And that's exactly what I am doing right now..."

He kisses the corner of your mouth, and you shiver at the touch of his lips.

Why you? What was so different about you that Lucifer needed it to be you? Since Lesley came with that, you knew it wasn't a good idea to do that ritual, you'd never done such things just because you knew it was never a good idea. You didn't want to mess with whatever was out there because you knew you could end up in trouble, and yet you agreed to take part in that damn ritual...

Look at the state you're in now: being forced to be Lucifer's prisoner.

"Don't worry, it won't be so bad." Lucifer says, now hugging you and putting his face into your chest.

You wanted to cry, scream, punch Lucifer until you couldn't, but you were afraid of what might happen if you did. You remained silent, cried silently, without moving a muscle.

Once again, your friends fucked up with things and you had to deal with it.

Just a quick reminder: This is just a fanfic, I don't like the idea of a yandere in real life. In real life, this is crazy and toxic, I don't support that.

So, if you guys liked it, let me know! You can also ask for me to write something about Lucifer again (I'm not doing other characters yet).

Thanks for reading! <3

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Ooh! A wonderful interview with Rich Keeble who played Mr. Arnold (the one with the Doctor Who Annual :)) in S2! :)❤

Q: In Good Omens 2 you play Mr. Arnold, who runs the music shop on Whickber Street. Were you a fan of Good Omens before joining the cast, and is it challenging to take on such an iconic story which is already loved by a huge fanbase?

A: “There’s always pressure if you’re working on something with an existing fanbase and people might have an idea already as to how you should be approaching something. To be honest I was aware of the show but I hadn’t actually seen it before I was asked to get involved. I knew it was something special though! I remember talking to Tim Downie [Mr. Brown] about how when you tape for certain things you know if something’s a “good one”. Of course by the time I was on set I’d watched Season 1 and read the book. 

I had an interesting route into the show actually: I was asked at the last minute to read the stage directions at the tableread on Zoom, and Douglas [Mackinnon] the director called me up to discuss pronunciations of the character names etc. To prepare further I quickly watched the first episode on Prime Video, and I was very quickly drawn into it. A couple of hours later I was on a Zoom call with David [Tennant], Michael [Sheen] (with his bleached hair), Neil [Gaiman], Douglas and the whole team, including Suzanne [Smith] and Glenda [Mariani] in casting. After that readthrough I asked my agent to try and see if she could shoehorn me in and she came back with a tape for Mr. Arnold saying “you play the piano don’t you…?” They wanted me to demonstrate my musical playing ability, so I rented a rehearsal studio room in Brixton for an hour and filmed myself playing piano (and drums just in case), then I did my scenes a couple of different ways and I guess it wasn’t too terrible!”

Q: During episode five you mimed to music written by series composer David Arnold alongside a real string quartet – this must have been very immersive! How did it feel to work with David, and bring the ball to life?

A: “I actually didn’t meet David Arnold sadly, but I did work with Catherine Grimes, the music supervisor who is lovely. David was at the London screening but I missed an opportunity to go and say hello to him which I kicked myself about. 

I remember before I was in Scotland there was a bit of uncertainty as to whether I would need to play anything for real or not, so I practised every day playing loads of Bach and other music I thought was era-appropriate just in case they asked me to do anything on the fly. So yes, it was very immersive as you say! They sent me three pieces of music to learn which I practised in my Edinburgh apartment on a portable folding keyboard thing I bought. They introduced me to the string quartet (John, Sarah, Alison and Stephanie) and I tried to hang out with them when I could. On the day we all had earpieces to mime to. I had to mime while listening out for a cue from Nina [Sosanya] from across the room, then deliver my dialogue and carry on playing, which was tricky! The quartet and I helped each other out actually: Douglas would say something like “let’s go from a minute into the second piece of music”, I’d look at the sheet music and whisper “where the hell is that?” and one of the quartet would say “we think that’s bar 90” or something. Here’s a little bit of trivia: the shooting overran and the string quartet couldn’t make the last day, so they found some incredible lookalikes to replace them for the scene when we get lead out of the bookshop through all the demons, although I think they also kept them deliberately off camera.” 

Q: What did you think of your music shop when you first saw the set? Did you have a favourite poster or prop?

A: “I thought it was incredible! It could’ve been an actual music shop with all the instruments hanging up with the “Arnold’s” price tags on. The attention to detail was incredible, well IS incredible as I understand it’s all still there. It’s hard to pick a favourite to be honest. I did a little video walkaround on my phone at the time so maybe I’ll post that if I won’t get in trouble. Interestingly the shop interior itself was elsewhere on the set to the shop entrance you see from the street. You walk out of Aziraphale’s shop, over the road, through the door of the music shop and… there’s nothing.” 

Q: Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

A: “I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

Q: How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

A: “Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

Q: What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

A: “This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

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[nap-mak]

LOTR in a modern world headcanons? I think yes.

I did this on one of my old accounts that i ended up deleting for some reason, i don’t remember, but here. Back on my Lord Of The Rings BS, let’s gooooo. This’ll be the fellowship with everyone intact, no one is dead.

As always requests are open and let me know if you want more!

LOTR x GN! Reader, general headcanons for if you had to take care of them today, in 2023. Enjoy!

The ring most likely has no power in this dimension, so yay Frodo is free from torment!

Sam loves watching cooking, gardening and home renovation shows, and he gets very invested in the former two. You learn a lot you didn’t really need to know from his commentary

Once Pippin learns about pyjamas and fuzzy slippers he never goes back, you literally cannot get him out of them

Boromir and Aragorn, being human and coincidentally two of the most responsible members of the fellowship, are the easiest to take in public to the grocery store and such.

You can pass off the hobbits (if they cover their ears with their hair) as children, and Gimli is your friend with dwarfism.

Gandalf you can pass off as your grandfather, and Legolas looks pretty normal if you cover his ears.

Pippin is the type to bounce in his seat in the car and ask “Are we there yet?!” every 5 minutes

Frodo really likes to draw, especially when there’s so many cool places and movies to draw inspiration from.

Movie nights? No horrors. The hobbits are terrified by ‘em.

Movie nights are literally so difficult because they all have such different tastes

Merry really likes James Bond movies.

Pippin is obsessed with nail polish when you introduce him to it. Boromir gets his repainted every time the polish come off. His nails need serious help after a while

Pippin and Merry often start pillow fights, and drag everyone else into it

If you have space for a garden or plants in your home, Sam is on it. He finds it calming, so now you have some home grown plants :)

Taking the hobbits in public? Bad idea. You can trust Frodo and Sam, but Merry inevitably drags Pippin off to do something dumb and possibly dangerous.

Gandalf has an old man rocker. There is no discussion.

The hobbits do the classic “getting one sibling to ask for fast food because whoever’s in charge will say yes”, they get Frodo to do this because he has the best puppy dog face and he’s unsure about asking for things normally.

Pippin and Merry cannot handle too much caffeine or sugar or they go crazy

You thought Legolas’ hair was good before? He steals your hair care products and his hair is literally perfect.

(He’s also willing to do skincare with you, not that his face needs it. Again, flawless)

Game nights are so chaotic. You can’t play a lot of games since they don’t know what many things from this world are, so games like Trivia and Charades are off the table

Gimli and Legolas verse each other in video games, often enough it ends with Legolas winning and Gimli rage quitting

Aragorn is so responsible he’s literally the perfect man to do anything with, and he can hold the fort down if you need to leave

Pippin is so clingy, he trails you wherever you go and asks you random questions but it’s adorable

Boromir insists on carrying your stuff, bags of groceries, all that

Frodo often goes to the library to find new books to read, with you of course

There’s a whole debate on whether 3D or 2D animation is better, i would not get involved if i were you.

Pippin and Merry are also avid fans of quoting their favourite movies, once they see them

Legolas and Frodo are the best listeners, they will just sit there and not judge or try to give you advice they just. sit there. like the perfect men they are.

Legolas would have a meme for everything. Like any situation. You text him like “PIPPIN FELL DOWN SOME WELL WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WELL HELP” and he just has a meme that fits the situation perfectly.

Frodo and Legolas would watch Avatar: The Last Airbender together because it’s their favourite show. Aragorn jumps in also.

Those three are also avid tea drinkers.

Boromir likes Game Of Thrones. I don’t know anything about it, he just does. Please confiscate Pippin while he does.

Pippin gasps dramatically whenever a plot twist surprises him.

Sam loves to cook, and he does a lot of cooking in the house once he arrives. You two just work together in the kitchen (if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you) and have nice sweet conversations

Legolas is great at doing people’s hair. If you ask him to, he’d probably agree, though he’d probably be a bit flustered as that is a courting ritual in his culture.

Ask Legolas to talk to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so heavenly istg-

The hobbits get sleepy when their hair is played with and it’s adorable

Won’t lie this hyperfixation came back then it circled back to TMNT and today i watched these films with my friend and now i’m back to LotR love. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks.

Anyway, I think that’s about it from me, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

If you want to request, rules are pinned on my page! Let me know if you want a general part two or a set of modern headcanons for a specific character. I love LOTR in the modern world content so much.

Have a good day, and remember that you are loved!

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Part 1 Part 2

Steve is annoyed. He's trying his hardest not to be but there it is, burning low in his throat as he bites back another bitchy comment that he would really love to let fly. He keeps reminding himself that they are kids, teenagers who have been stunted by trauma and may be a little immature in areas that don't involve fighting interdimensional beings. They deserve time spent ragging on each other and if they want to include him in the teasing then that really is proof that they accept him.

But he's not an idiot, just because he's a little bit slower than the nerds who he has adopted doesn't mean he's stupid. He takes the average amount of time to make connections, it's not his fault his friend's brains all run at the speed of a supercomputer.

"Henderson, I'm not going to tell you again, watch your tone dude!" Steve allows the half bitchy comment to land in a lull of conversation so all the brats hear it, "Besides, I haven't agreed to anything yet so I don't know why you're all arguing who gets stuck with me."

The whole thing had started with the opening of a new café in town. It was across from the arcade so naturally the kids clocked it immediately and had been anxiously awaiting the grand opening. Plans were made, funds were acquired, rides were begged for and the end result was that Steve, Eddie and Nancy shared babysitting duty on the opening day. It had been a pleasant day really, Steve was happy to have adults to talk to while the kids terrorized the new shop owners. This may have been where it started to go off the rails, he realizes now. Once the lovely couple had realized they had been invaded by baby geniuses they became enamored and in a clear bid to appease and possibly distract, the next time they had visited there were signs up announcing a weekly trivia night.

The problem was the team size limits. No more than six people to a team, and Erica had made it very clear that she would not be the odd man out because of her age. In fairness, the party hadn't even suggested it, they knew Erica was a force to be reckoned with and so the splitting into two teams had commenced and now she was a hot commodity that both teams wanted. Steve was having the opposite problem.

"Nobody is questioning your numerous good qualities Steve, I'm just saying that picking you first on my team isn't like a brilliant strategic move," Dustin stumbled over the words trying to make it clear that he wasn't wanted without putting his free rides in jeopardy.

"Enough! Nobody agreed that you got to be a team captain anyway and you're being a butthead. Here's how this is going to work, adults are the team captains," Eddie's edict was met with a flurry of protests from The Party yet he continued. "Complain all you want but the more whining I hear about it, the worse it is for your characters during the next campaign!"

That shut them up, Steve wondered what he had ever done before Eddie joined their family and had real leverage to hold over them to get them to behave. Gave in, was the answer but he preferred to ignore that part.

"I'm a captain and Steve's a captain-"

"Wooooow, why aren't Robin and Nancy the captains, you misogynist?!" Max was spending too much time with Robin in Steve's opinion.

"You're spending too much time with Robin, first of all. Secondly, Robin and Nancy aren't here so they forfeit the rights to team captain. As I was saying, Steve and I are captains and we will divide you as evenly as we can. Even with Robin and Nancy we still have an odd number so we'll have to split 6 and 5 to a team. Tomorrow at movie night we'll roll to see who gets more players and then we'll divide our teams with everyone present. What say you Stevie?" Eddie ended his proclamation by turning to look at Steve, who realized he was blushing a bit at having Eddie defend him to the assembly of assholes.

"Sounds good Eds," of course he was going to agree when it was Eddie asking. He turned back to the table in time to catch a raised eyebrow between Max and El but chose to ignore it. "And, as captain and procurer of the movies, I'm vetoing any horror movies so don't even try it!"

"Freddy's Revenge is finally out though! I thought we agreed to watch it!?" Eddie's protest was the loudest.

"A creepy burned dude who kills you in your mind dreams? No thanks, we absolutely did not agree to that and I'm vetoing it forever. Watch that shit with Robin, besides, it doesn't even have Johnny Depp in it so what's the point?" Steve catches another look between the girls but this time Erica joins in, he's not sure what caused it that time. Maybe the reference to Vecna was too much. "Come on guys, seriously, pick something happy for once."

"'Mind dreams' says the team captain," he catches Mike muttering under his breath and stares him down until he gets a half shrug which is as good as he can expect as an apology from the teen.

Part 2 Part 3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #ficlet #Mike is being a little shit #Dustin needs to watch his tone

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I’ll do anything you say ( if you say it with your hands) part two

part one

Summary: it’s the long awaited next date.

Content: 18+, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, first time, after care, smut with plot

Word count: 8600

You’re back at work the next day. Penny is already in your ear begging for every single detail of last night.

“You’ve got to tell me more than just that,” Penny sighs, finishing a latte for a customer.

“Did you expect me to give you a play by play of everything?”

“Duh. Of course I did. You have to give me more than ‘Oh, it was good,’ because that is not enough information,” she protests.

“Fine. It was… nice. I helped him make spaghetti for dinner, because he struggled to make it by himself. The man cannot follow a recipe. Then we watched 10 Things I Hate About You and did some other things…” you pause, not telling her any more detail. “And then he walked me home because I forgot to tell my neighbor to let Socks out for me like a dumbass.”

“Expand on what ‘other things’ means.”

“No.” You’re blunt. She isn’t going to convince you to talk, especially not now.

“Come on! Can you least tell me if you guys, you know…” she trails off, a smirk on her face as she pries for more information.

“We didn’t go all the way, no. We are having another date this weekend, but I don’t know what we will do. Matty hasn’t told me the plans yet.”

“I think we both know what the plans are,” she replies, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t think I’ve told you to shut up enough during this conversation.” At this point, you turn your body away from her, hoping she will drop the topic while you make yourself a coffee.

“You know you love me.”

“That’s debatable.”

Matty walks in the shop three days later. The rain is pouring outside down outside, making his curls damp against his forehead.

“Hey, how are you?” you ask him from behind the counter, starting on his drink after ringing him up. His order is second nature now. You could do it in your sleep. 

“I’m good, a bit damp though,” he laughs. To prove his point, Matty runs a hand through his hair, shaking out the water onto the floor. He has on a rain jacket, but no umbrella in hand, obviously the reason he’s completely soaked.

“I can see that. Do you not own an umbrella?”

“I lost the last one I had, haven’t got around to buying a new one, yet.”

“I think you need to get on that. You do live in London you know.” You joke, handing him his coffee. His hand grazes yours as he grabs the cup. Despite the cold rain outside, his hands are warm on yours.

“You got a few minutes to talk? I wanna talk to you about our next date, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, yeah? Sure. I can take my ten.” You walk over to Penny to let her know. Her eyes narrow at you before she looks at Matty, giving him the same expression. He raises his hand in an awkward wave at her scrutiny. “Can you not stare him down like that, Penny?” you ask before walking out from behind the counter to follow Matty to a table. “So, what’s your plan this time? please tell me it doesn’t involve cooking.”

“I, for one, think the food was great.”

“Because I did most of the work,” you correct him.

“No, the plan is not for me to cook again. I’ll work on my skills, and we can try that again another time. Actually, there’s going to be trivia at one of my favorite pubs this Friday. I was thinking we could go to that, and then maybe go back to my place afterwards…” he doesn’t continue his sentence, looking down at his coffee.

“Back to your place, huh? Yeah, I think we can do that,” you chuckle. “I’m excellent at trivia, though. I can get pretty competitive.”

“That makes two of us, love. I can pick you up at 7:00? That way we don’t have to walk to the train.”

“Going to be my chauffeur for the night? That sounds good to me.”

“I have to make up for the disaster dinner somehow.”

You chat with him for the rest of your break. Matty takes up most of the conversation, explaining the new sound he was working on for the band. You listen closely, even though you struggle to keep up with the crazy he ideas he throws at you. Most of the time, you just nod along and smile, hoping he can’t see through you. His eyes always light up when he talks about music. With that look in his eyes, you could listen to him all day. He could be speaking a foreign language for all you care, but you would hang onto every word.

Unfortunately, the ten minutes go by fast, and your break is over. “I gotta go back to making coffee for grumpy people,” you sigh, getting up from your seat. Matty gets up at the same time.

“I’ll see you this Friday,” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. When he lets go, his lips meet yours in a quick peck. The innocent display of affection makes blush run to your cheeks, turning your face cherry red. “Bye, sweetheart,” he says before walking out the door, back out into the rain before you could say another word.

Penny is on you the second you’re behind the counter. You knew she had to have been watching you both like a hawk the second you sat down.

“So… you’re at the kissing-in-public stage now? Wonder what that means you get up to in private.”

“Penny, oh my God, it was just a peck calm down.” The heat still burns at your cheeks.

“Just saying!”

Friday comes along fast. Knowing the date would be at a pub, you decide to wear something simple. You put on an oversized white button up and tuck the shirt into a pair of black slacks. After looking in the mirror, your hands undo a few of the top buttons, letting a bit of the black bralette you’re wearing show. At exactly 7:00pm, you hear a knock at your door. “Well, you are right on time,” you say after opening the door. He’s wearing a pair of jeans with a band tee, with a warm trench coat over top.

“I’m known for being punctual.” His gaze drifts down from your eyes to the open buttons of your shirt. You take the opportunity to tease him a bit.

“My eyes are up here, you know.” You tease. “Let me grab my coat really quick and we can head out.”

“I was just looking at your… necklace, it’s really pretty,” he counters.

“Oh, I’m sure that’s exactly what you were doing.”

“Well, you can’t wear a top like that and expect me not to look, darling. You look lovely by the way. Let me help you with your coat.”  Like a true gentleman, he slides the coat over your arms before the two of you walk out the door. Once you make it outside, he opens the passenger side door, letting you get inside.

The ride to the bar is short. Matty has on the car radio on a low volume while you exchange conversation back and forth. He makes a bit too much eye contact for your comfort, but it’s hard for him to keep his eyes on the road when he can look at you instead.

“Matty, you need to watch the damn road! You’re going to hit something at this rate.”

“Just admiring the pretty girl in my passenger seat. I can’t help it, love.” There’s a smile on his face as he reaches for your hand. His eyes dart back to the road, but his hand holds yours, resting on top of your thigh. The size of his hand engulfs your own; the warmth from his fingertips sinking into your skin. It stays there, encasing your hand until you arrive at the pub. His hand grabs back of your headrest while he backs up into a parking spot, looking over his shoulder.  “What drink you want?” Matty asks when you make it to the bar.

“I think I’m feeling a vodka cran tonight.”

“I was expecting something a little bit more adventurous from you.”

“Let me enjoy my vodka cranberry in peace. What are you going to get, a glass of wine?” You’re halfway joking, but he proves you right with his next sentence.

“Yeah, actually. I would get the bottle, but I don’t want to get too wasted anyway. Want to remember every second of tonight.” A smirk runs across Matty’s face as he turns to the bartender to tell him the drink order.

After the bartender makes your drink and pours Matty’s glass of wine, Matty leads you over to one of the open tables, guiding you with a hand at the small of your back. The heat from his hand radiates through you, especially when his hands travel up your back to take off your jacket. He places it on the back of your chair then does the same with his own coat.

“Okay, so what’s the prize for winning trivia? There’s gotta be something or there wouldn’t be this many people here,” you ask, gesturing to the room full of people as you settle into your seat.

“Cash prize is a two-hundred dollars, plus a free drink, but I don’t think we have a shot at winning to be honest. Some of these people are real pros and come every week.”

“Maybe we should make our own wager then. Whoever answers the most questions correctly wins a reward.”

“Oh, sounds like you got something in mind. What kind of reward are we talking about?” Matty asks.

“I bet you could probably guess if you tried.”

“I’m sure I could, but I thought we talked about you using your words on our last date.”

“Fuck off,” you exclaim, cheeks flushed. You take a quick sip of your drink. The alcohol couldn’t set in fast enough.

“How about this, winner gets to do whatever they want to do first tonight when we get to my place.” His voice is low as he speaks, like he doesn’t want anyone to overhear him. “Does that work for you, darling? Good enough of a wager?”

You gulp. Voice caught in your throat. He isn’t easing into this. “Uhm, yeah. That works.” You struggle to meet his gaze. His brown eyes look through you, reading you like a book right in front of him. “Going to tell me what you’re thinking of doing first?” you ask.

“That’ll ruin the surprise,” he chuckles. Before you have a chance to counter his statement, the host of the trivia announces himself with the microphone. He’s quick to explain the rules. Players can work in teams, or by themselves. Players have to write their answers in pen on the answer sheet in front of them before the answers are reveled. And of course, the person or team with the most correct answers wins the cash prize.

“Ready to lose, babe?” Matty says, confidently. Only a hint of humor in his words.

“Strong words for a man who never finished his GCSEs.” You counter.

“Trivia isn’t all about book smarts.” The announcer formally begins the trivia night, and Matty practically eats his words at the first question.

“Alright everyone, hopefully you remember the basic solar system. For our first question, what is the smallest planet?”

You write down you’re answer quickly, and flip the answer sheet over, not trusting Matty to keep his eyes on his own paper. “We are starting off easy tonight. I got this one in the bag,” you declare.

“Calm down, darling; I think everyone knows this one,” he smiles as he writes down his answer, turning his sheet over as well. After one minute, the host announces the answer, which is Mercury. The exact answer you wrote down. Matty did not have as good of luck, though. “The fuck? I could have sworn it was Pluto.” He protests.

“Matty, Pluto isn’t a planet. It hasn’t been for over a decade now. I’m guessing you didn’t finish your science GCSE?” you poke fun at him. Matty shoots a look right back at you while you take another sip of your drink. Your academic knowledge doesn’t help you for the next question.

“Throwing it back a little bit here with this next question. Who was everyone’s first friend on the MySpace?” the host says. Without much thought, you jot down a name on the piece of paper, knowing you had no chance of getting the right answer. When the host says the answer after about a minute, you put a sarcastic expression of defeat on your face and sigh.

Matty, on the other hand, smiles happily across the table. “What? You didn’t know about Tom from MySpace?”

“Never had a MySpace,” you laugh. “Facebook was the rage when I was in school.”

Trivia night continues and the competition between you and Matty only heats up. It goes back and forth for most of the night. He gets an answer right, then you don’t, and vice versa. Or, you both answer wrong. You finish your first vodka cranberry during a brief break in the trivia, so you start to excuse yourself from the table to get another drink. Matty stops you. His hand catches your wrist when you stand up.

“I’m cutting you off, love. Don’t want you to get drunk. I have a lot of plans for later.” Although there is a smile on his face and lightheartedness in his voice, you can’t ignore the look in his eyes. They practically devour you.

You decide to mess with him a bit. “Feeling a little bossy, are we? I can handle my liquor you know.”

“Not taking any chances and look,” he gestures to his wine glass, still on his first one. “I’m limiting myself, too.”

“What a proper gentleman you are tonight,” you reply as you sit back down. He keeps your hand in his, enjoying the touch of your skin.

Matty does way better at the trivia than you expected. He nails every question that has to do with music, pop culture, and especially football. For the most part, you’re able to answer the other question categories.

After the final question, you both tally up your scores. There’s no shot either of you won against the another teams, so you don’t even bother to turn in the score sheets.

“Well, love, let’s see who won the competition, shall we?” He reaches over to grab your answer sheet, comparing it to his. “I think you have met your match. I beat you by a whole ten points.”

“No fucking way!” you exclaim, grabbing the papers from his hand. A strong laugh leaves his throat at your reaction. “There’s no way I lost by that much.”

“Look with your own eyes, then.” The paper backs him up; he completely blew you out of the park.

“I think this was a set up.”

“I told you I’ve been to a few of these before. Those GCSEs not help you much?”

“I guess not,” you laugh. “So, what’s your little plan then? Since you won and all.” Your heart rate up at the thought of his plans. The pulse loud in your ears.

“Let’s just go to the car, yeah?” Matty stands up, putting on his own coat and helping with yours. He leaves a cash tip on the bar for the bartender, then guides you out of the bar back to his car.

The tension in the car is thick. His hand rests on the inside of your tight. It’s only slightly above your knee, but the touch of his fingers gives you goose bumps. The car ride, feels like hours as you both sit in silence. He doesn’t answer when you ask him what he is planning. Matty just smiles and looks at the road, telling you to be patient.

However, patience isn’t easy when you know what is going to happen next. When you know that tonight is the night. Every time his hand squeezes your thigh a fire shoots through your body.

When he finally gets to his flat and parks the car, it takes everything in you to not leap out of your seat. Instead, you wait for him to come around and open your door, like he he’s been doing all night long. On the elevator ride up to his apartment, you expect him to touch you. For him to kiss you and put his hands on you. But, he still doesn’t. As you enter his flat, you think he’ll finally kiss you, or do anything really.

“Why don’t you take a seat on the couch. Do you want a cup of tea?” Matty says nonchalantly while he walks to the kitchen, setting up some quiet music on a blue tooth speaker. You roll your eyes at him, sighing. He continues though. “I’m going to make myself a cup regardless. Sure you don’t want one?”

“Okay, fine.” You hear him start the kettle before returning to the living room. Although, he doesn’t sit on the couch next to you. Matty walks over to a set of drawers by his TV, grabbing something. It’s only when he sits down on a stool across from the couch that you make what he has in his hands, a deck of cards. He pulls them out and begins shuffling the deck on the coffee.

“What on earth are you doing?” you ask. To say you’re confused is an understatement.

“Shuffling a deck of cards. Can’t you tell?”

“I’m not blind, Matty. Why are you shuffling a deck of cards?”

“Because we are going to play gin rummy.” He finishes shuffling the deck as the kettle goes off, so he goes to the kitchen and pours two cups of tea. Matty hands you a cup before sitting back down on the stool.

“Did I misread something? Why are we going to play a card game?”

“Because. I won the trivia night, and we agreed that whoever won got to decide what we do first. I am choosing to play gin rummy.” The look on his face is comical. His big brown eyes crinkle as he smiles right back at you, like he wasn’t teasing you.

You don’t think you can wait any longer. You want him now. No, you need him now.

“Matty, will you just touch me already?” There’s a needy whine in your voice that you can’t control. “Please?” His jaw clenches at your words. He’s holding himself back.

“It’s all about building tension, darling. It’s more rewarding if you wait a little bit.” He doesn’t stop there, continuing to tease after a brief pause. “Going to be a good girl and be patient for me?”

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, hiding your face in your hands. Blood rushes to your cheeks, heating your face up. A heavy blush falls over your entire face.

“Now, do you know how to play? Or do I need to walk you through that too?” he smirks, setting the deck of cards face down on the table.

“I know how to play. Are we doing first to one hundred points wins?” he nods his head, and you both draw a card from the deck. His card wins so he deals out the cards. “Does the winner get a reward this time?” You wanted to know if you were getting yourself into another competition with him.

“I think the reward is the same no matter who wins,” he chuckles but doesn’t elaborate as his stare into yours. It doesn’t take long before they trail down to your chest again. You both go silent as the game begins. You and Matty take turns to draw cards and discard others, attempting to be the first to have only sets of melds in their hand. The tension could be cut with a knife. His gaze is heavy on you as he tries to read your face and guess what you’re going to do next. You nearly have gin before Matty suddenly knocks his cards on the table, ending the round.

“Can’t handle the pressure?” you ask as you display your hands. It’s obvious once your cards are down that your hand is better than his, which gives you 25 points, plus the value of his unmatched cards, 33 total points.

“Well, fuck. That wasn’t a good choice,” he laughs as he shuffles the cards again. “Am I about to find out that you’re a secret prodigy at gin rummy or something?”

“It’s all a game of luck, Matty. But yeah, you just so happened to pick the card game I’m quite good at playing.”

“Give me a run for my money then.” Matty insists.

“I didn’t think we were playing for money.”

“We aren’t.”

The next round goes by quickly. Once again you enter the same dance as last time, however this time you manage to reach gin before he has the chance to knock out. He groans loudly when you call out, revealing his horrible hand.

“Shit, that’s rough. With how many unmatched cards you have, if my math is right… that should be 55 points!”

“God, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“You started it, Matty. Don’t start a fight you can’t finish.”

“Watch it, love.” His eyes darken.

Your winning streak runs out on the next round, he gets gin before you do. He’s awfully proud now, even though he’s only won once. You keep cool as he shuffles for the next round, one more win and it’s in the bag for you. As you get closer and closer to calling gin, Matty makes the same mistake as he did in the first round, choosing to knock out. He knows that if you reach gin, it will be over, so he takes a risk. The cards land in your favor, though, your hand having less unmatched pairs than his.

“I think that means that I win, Matty. Do I get a reward now for being so patient?”

He walks over to you and sits on the couch right beside you. He still doesn’t move though, taking a second to look over you. God, you are so beautiful to him. He could spend all day just looking at you. You interrupt his thoughts by wrapping your hands in his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. The sudden action surprise him a bit. A subtle groan escapes his lips as he catches up with your movements. It’s heated and needy. His mouth moves against yours in a fervor as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip. You happily let him into your mouth, and a whine leaves your lips. His mouth swallows up the sound. Electricity runs through you as his hands touch your body. First, they meet the sides of your face, tugging you in closer by your jaw. Next, one of his hands trails back until his fingers intertwine in your hair. He’s not gentle with it, tugging harshly on your locks to draw another moan out of your mouth. With his other hand he grips your waist, urging you to straddle his hips. In an instant, you grind against him. Your hips move sloppily, but all you can think about is the release he gave you last week. You want his hands on you again.

“Matty, please,” you beg after separating from his mouth. His hands still hold your hips firmly to the bulge growing in his jeans. Brown eyes stare back into you, completely blown out. Your eyes drift down to his lips, which are now swollen and glistening. They’re begging to be kissed again, to be pressed up against your own.

“What do you need, baby?” His fingers dig into your hips. You pray they’ll leave a bruise for you to admire tomorrow. His eyes search for any sign of hesitation on your part.

“I need you to touch me again.” There’s a nervous break in your voice. Although you want this more than anything, the anxiety begins to seep through.

His hand detaches from your waist to hold your jaw. You feel the rough calluses on his thumb as he rubs your cheek gently. It’s taking everything in you not to drown in those kind, brown eyes. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He seals the promise with a chaste kiss on your lips. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Matty guides you to stand up, taking your hand as he leads you to the bedroom. His hand is warm, grounding you and keeping you steady. Rough compared to your own, but still so gently when he holds you. Your hand trembles a bit in his grasp, and you know he can feel it, too. He squeezes your hand, trying to offer you comfort however he can. Once you’re in his room, Matty’s hands rest tentatively on your waist. “Are you comfortable, love? You can back out any time you want to, just say the word.” His voice is serious as he talks. Completely genuine. It doesn’t matter how much he wants this. He would never do anything against your wishes.

“Just a little bit nervous.” You break away from his gaze, looking down at the ground before your next sentence. “But I want this. I want it to be you.”

“Can we get started with what your reward is?” He has a cheeky smile on his face as he tilts your chin so you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“What might that be?” Your voice unintentionally comes out in a whisper. Matty leans down. His lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine when he speaks again.

“I want to taste you. That okay?” His voice is gravelly, sending heat between your legs.

You start to nod, but quickly remember Matty wants a verbal response. “Please.”

“That’s a good girl. Going to make you feel so good.” His lips move against your neck, sucking at the skin. The feeling of his tongue against your pulse sends electricity through your body, making your hair stand up on end. He breaks for a moment, taking his time to unbutton the front of your shirt to reveal the lacy bralette underneath. “I’ve been wanting to see this all night,” Matty whispers while his hand squeezes your breast through the bra. “Wearing this just to tease me. Such a naughty thing.” A choked sound leaves your throat as he begins to suck at the revealed skin. His teeth scrape against a certain spot on your collarbone, making you jolt.

“I didn’t know having just a few buttons undone would have you this worked up,” you tell him.

He looks up at you. The brown ring around his eye small in comparison to the size of his pupils.

“You always get me worked up. Could be wearing a garbage bag for all I care.” His eyes dart back to your chest. Eager to see more of your skin, to mark up every inch of your body. “Can I take it off? Want to see you.”

“Yeah,” you whine. Skilled hands pull the bralette over your head, leaving your chest bare to him. Matty’s mouth falls open at the sight of you.

“Fuck. God, you’re gorgeous, love. So fucking beautiful.” An unabashed moan leaves your lips as his mouth takes in your nipple. His tongue swirls around the bud, before his teeth graze it, once again making you tremble. He pays your other breast the same attention, tongue scalding against your skin.

Matty stands back up to full height, towering over you. “Sit on the edge of the bed for me, yeah?” His voice is commanding, but his eyes haven’t lost any of their kindness. You listen, stepping backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed behind you. Matty’s gaze sets you ablaze as you sit down, slightly spreading your legs. Snapping out of his trance, he quickly removes off his t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. He’s panting, struggling to catch his breath. With his eyes locked to yours, Matty takes a few careful steps forward before falling to his knees. His tongue wets his lips as he looks up at you. Matty’s hands linger on your knees, trailing up your thighs. His fingers avoid touching your center, finally resting on the waist band of your pants. His tongue traces where your pants meet your waist. The sight is erotic. He’s already worked up, straining against his jeans.

“Lift your hips for me.” Matty whispers. Your hips raise for him, and he slowly drags the fabric of your pants down your legs. His hands are rough on your knees as he pulls your knees farther apart, leaving enough space for him to rest between them. His warm, swollen lips touch the skin of your thigh, leaving kisses all the way up. When he reaches your inner thigh, you jump as he adds teeth, determined to mark up the skin. He wants to be able to see the marks later. A physical sign that you’re his. Your skin muffles the chuckle that leaves his throat at your reaction. The slowness movements torturous. “Matty, please. I need you.”

“I know you do. Can see how wet you are, darling.” He runs a finger over the wet spot forming on your underwear. Matty mouths over the fabric, saturating it further. He nuzzles at your clit through it.

“Fuck.” You cry, craving the feeling of his tongue on you.

“Let me take these off then if you’re so needy.” He discards the fabric and takes no time to run a broad stroke along your center, collecting your wetness on his tongue. The feeling instantly makes you scream. You’ve never felt anything like it before. The sensation much different than his fingers. His tongue movements are precise, circling your bud. Your hands wrap in his hair, fighting the urge to grind into his face. He breaks free from your grip for only a moment to tease you.

“I knew you’d taste sweet. I could stay between your legs all night long.” When his mouth goes back to your cunt, he traces over your entrance, not fully pushing his tongue inside.

“Matty—” you croak. Your hands pull hard on his curls, making him groan at the pain. It seems the pain only spurs him on, though. He moans into your cunt while he fucks his tongue into your entrance roughly, holding your hips still as you squirm. With every movement of his tongue, his nose nudges against your clit. His arms flex as he holds your hips down, trying to keep you still. You put up one hell of a fight. Hips jolting in his arms.

He moves back to your clit, alternating between lapping over the bud with quick, delicate strokes and sucking at the bud. Whines leave your throat as you struggle to catch your breath. Matty’s tongue is relentless, building heat up in your stomach. He grabs your legs quickly, throwing them over his shoulders so he can hook his arms underneath your thighs. His strong arms hold your center to his mouth, not letting you pull away from his tongue.

You gasp at the new fervor he has against your cunt. He’s licking your center like you’re his final meal, completely burying himself in your cunt. Ecstasy overwhelms you head to toe. Your hips rut against his face, chasing pleasure. The grip in his hair is the only thing grounding you right now, pulling tight. The fire is building by the minute as he quickly circles your clit. “Matty, I’m close please,” you whine. Your thighs clasp around his head, holding him there. Matty’s fingers dig further into your thighs in retaliation. He sends you to release the second he delivers one final, harsh suck on your clit. The euphoria overwhelms you. Cries of Matty’s name leave you in broken sobs. Your hips jolt against his face at the shocks of your orgasm. The world is hazy around you. The only thing you can feel is his tongue continuing to work against you through your high, wet and hot against your clit.

When your thighs unclench around his head, Matty beams at you with a dumb smile on his face, completely blissed out that you came on his face. “How was that, sweetheart?” His voice is cocky. Matty turns his head back to your inner thighs to leave soft kisses on the bruises forming on the skin. You forget to answer him, wrapped up in the way he looks between your thighs. A wet sheen is still all over his mouth, lips swollen and red. His hair is wild from your hands pulling at it, standing up in all directions. He nips your thigh again to get your attention. “Well?” his eyes brows raise while he waits for your answer.

“It was good.” You really didn’t know how else to put it. His tongue made you see stars. Matty raises off his knees to hover over you on the bed, standing between your thighs. He kisses you recklessly before he speaks again. The taste of you lingers on his lips.

“Just good? That’s all you have to say?”

“I already miss when your tongue was occupied.” You joke.

“Oh, I can go again if you want? Meant it when I said I could stay down there for hours.”

“Please. I need you, Matty.”

“You have me, darling.” He knows exactly what you want, but he wants you to ask for it. The sight of him standing in front of you, still mostly dressed, makes you more aware of how bare you are. His eyes devour you, still waiting for a verbal response. At first, Matty stares at your lips, still swollen and puffy. His eyes shift down your neck and chest, admiring the way the marks from his mouth clash with your skin. Out of instinct, he goes to palm himself through his jeans, groaning at the pressure and wishing it was your own hand.

It doesn’t take long before you give in and tell him exactly what you want. “Fuck me. Please.” Your voice is desperate. You want him more than anything. You need him more than anything.

Instead of teasing you further, Matty’s eyes soften as he steps forward to hold your face in his hands. His thumb traces over your lips, delicate and tender. “Alright, baby. I’ll be gentle. Promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I trust you, Matty.” He smiles before he kisses you again. At first, it’s soft and sweet, but it becomes frantic. One of his hands leaves your face to hastily undo his belt, and his jeans are off the next second. His hand grabs your hand, pressing your palm to his hard length covered by his boxers. A loud groan breaks free from his lips as he separates from your mouth. “Do you feel how hard you make me? That’s only for you. Can you lay back on the bed for me?” You listen quickly, shifting up on the bed. Your eyes linger over large bulge in his boxers. The fabric is strained and wet with precum.

Nerves course through your veins at the thought of his cock inside of you, stretching you out. You’re on fire, practically leaping out of your skin. Only his touch can calm the burn. His hands move to pull down his boxers, releasing his cock. Beside the bed, he opens the nightstand, grabbing a condom and holding it in his hands.

“Um,” you interrupt before he opens the package. “I’m on the pill so you don’t have to use one if you don’t want to.” You’ve waited so long for this moment. You want all of him, and nothing less.

Matty struggles to hold himself together. It’s obvious you don’t know how much that sentence fuels him. The thought of being the first one inside of you already makes him ache. The added lack of separation only increases his desire for you. He refuses to pressure you, though. “You sure?”

“I want to feel you.” Your legs part, letting him see the sheen dripping down your thighs.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he pants.

The world around you slows down as Matty climbs on top of you. All that matters is you and him. His hands rest beside either side of your head, holding himself over your body. The gentleness still in his eyes from earlier. Those kind eyes calm you down instantly. He lets his body lay down fully on you, connecting you skin to skin. When the head of his cock lines up with your entrance, you gasp.

“You ready?”

“Please,” you whisper.

With your confirmation, Matty slowly pushes into you, stretching you out. A breathless groan leaves his throat from the feeling of you so warm and wet around his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist. The rough calluses on his fingertips dig into the skin, steadying himself as he sinks into your cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut. Although he’s going slow in fear of hurting you, the ache from his cock makes a whine leave your mouth.

The pain is welcomed, though. You’ve never felt so close to someone. Never felt so full. As he goes deeper and deeper, you feel yourself stretch around him, allowing him to fill the places deep inside you. The places that you never knew you needed him.

Matty peppers kisses on your cheeks and neck, desperate to comfort you when he sees the expression on your face. “You’re doing so good baby. Feel so fucking good. Almost there.” His voice is strained, like he’s barely holding himself together, falling apart at the seams. Your hands clutch his back, gripping into his skin. He will have some bruises of his own tomorrow to look at.

When he finally bottoms out, he lets out a loud moan. His hands on your hips tighten, grounding him as he stills deep inside of you. He checks on you quickly. “You okay, sweetheart?” He searches your eyes for discomfort, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He wants this to be perfect. His chest heaves, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, I just…” You take a deep breath, the feeling of his cock filling you up is indescribable. A mix of pain and pleasure. “Just need a minute,” you sigh. The longer he’s inside you, the more the pain fades away. Your body begins to welcome his, almost like it was made for him all along.

“As long as you need. Just tell me when to move.” His voice is calm and caring, not rushing you at all. Matty remains still, cock twitching as you tense around him. He fills the time by kissing your neck. His teeth are completely out of the picture this time. Instead, his lips and tongue delicately smooth over your skin, lingering over the marks he gave you earlier.

When you finally feel ready, you thread one of your hands through his hair while the other digs into his back. “You can move,” you gasp.

“Alright, darling. Tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop.” He kisses your lips before he rests his forehead against your own. His eyes are locked with yours while he carefully begins to move inside of you. He’s holding back. Soft groans leave his open mouth. Matty struggles to keep his eyes open as pleasure overwhelms him.

It doesn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. Both of your hands grip his shoulders. Before you realize you’re doing it, your nails sink into his skin, scratching down his back. “Fuck—” he cries out, not exactly in pain, though. As he continues to thrust inside you, bliss starts to replace the ache inside of you. Your body molds around him. Small whimpers leave your mouth, electricity building in your gut. You need more. Now.

“Matty. Faster. Please.” You cry out. Your legs wrap around his waist, needing him to be even closer to you. You don’t have to tell him twice. He speeds up his movements. His cock grinds in and out of you rapidly, hitting the spot deep inside of you. Your back arches in response. The sensation is overwhelming, running through you all the way to your fingertips. Matty’s fingers, hell, even his tongue is nothing in comparison to his cock. All of those years waiting for a guy were worth it. You have him. You have Matty, and that’s all you need. He fits perfectly inside of you, stretching you like he is made for you.

“Shit. Such a good girl for me. You’re so beautiful, fuck.” His words are breathless. Sweat builds at his brow, falling down the side of his face.

The eye contact melts you into a puddle. It’s intimate. Raw. His forehead still rests on yours. He wants to see you, to see every expression your beautiful face makes. “Kiss me, please. Need you to kiss me.” You beg, needing to feel his lips again. His mouth collides with yours recklessly. It’s messy, but it’s perfect. Matty bites at your lip, letting his tongue sooth over it. You moan into his mouth as his hips snap into you, bringing you closer to the peak of pleasure.

Matty knows you need more from the way you’re squeezing his cock. You’re almost there. One of his hands releases your hip. At first, his hand stops at your lower stomach, pressing down firmly.

“Feel that? Feel my cock in your stomach?” he asks with a broken groan. You shutter at the pressure of his hand.

“Fuck, Matt—” you cry out into his mouth. He moans, cock twitching inside of you when you pulse around him. His hand only stays on your stomach for a moment, traveling down to circle your clit carefully, not wanting to over stimulate you. There would be a chance for that another day. You whimper when his fingers touch you. The heat in your stomach builds rapidly. You are about to snap.

Matty is in no better shape. His hips lose their precision, and he’s trembling from pleasure. He’s doing everything to hold himself together. Moans leaving his lips in rapid successions. Nothing has ever felt more right to him than being inside of you. Your face, your body, and the sounds you make drive him closer to release. When your eyes meet his, completely blown out and in pleasure, he can’t stop the words that leave his mouth.

“I love you.” The phrase leaves his mouth in a groan, like he’s been holding himself back from saying it. It’s true though. His words aren’t a heat of the moment expression. His head falls into your neck, hiding his face from your gaze while he speeds up his hips once again, igniting you from the inside out. You gasp at his words, crying in pleasure as you get closer to your orgasm. You entangle your hands in his hair, pulling his head from your neck so his mouth connects with yours. You kiss him with more passion than you ever have before. It’s a clashing of teeth and tongues. Hot and needy. You hope the kiss makes it clear just how deeply you care about him. You need to tell him though, to use your words like he would want you to. Your hands in his hair pull him back harshly, separating your lips. “I love you too.” Your voice is thin and weak, almost unlike yourself. In an instant, a wide grin breaks across his face. It’s perfect. The moment is perfect.

His hand speeds up on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. You’re on the edge of the cliff about to fall off. You try to tell him. “Matty I— Shit, I’m—” Your words fail you, breaking out into helpless whimpers as you hold onto him tighter. Your hands move to his back holding him close. You’ve definitely broken skin by now, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“I know, baby—” He stutters in the middle of his sentence when you pulse around him; he’s nearly about to break. “Come for me. I’m right there.” Those words send you over the edge. You come around him while he rests his forehead on yours, continuing to move through your orgasm as he chases his own release. The rest of the world melts away. Pleasure shocks through you, pulsing through your veins. You’re completely overwhelmed with the feeling of him, gasping his name over and over again. Pure bliss and euphoria wash over you.

Seeing you completely in pleasure underneath him, and hearing you cry out his name so desperately is what sends him over the edge. “Fuck—” he groans. He thrusts a few more times before he completely falls apart, spilling inside of you. His warm cum fills you up deep inside. “God, fucking love you so much,” he gasps, voice nearly unintelligible. You watch as his mouth falls open above you as he loses himself inside of you. You’ve never seen him so lost in pleasure. Words of praise continue to fall from his lips throughout his orgasm before he finally collapses on top of you.

You both lay in silence for a moment, holding each other close while you try to catch your breath. You feel fuzzy, still trembling from the release. Your hands rub at his back, attempting to sooth the nail marks. Matty is the first to say something, worried that you’re shaking from something else entirely.

“Did I hurt you?” Panic paints his face when he meets your eyes.

“No, no. Not at all.” You assure him quickly with your hand on his cheek. “That was perfect. You were perfect.” His lips meet yours again, kissing you softly. When the kiss ends, you are suddenly aware he is still inside of you. “Okay so… what do we do now?” you ask, utterly clueless. They didn’t go over this part in sex ed. He chuckles at your statement, not in a mocking way, though, rather just at the innocence of the question.

“I’m going to take care of you now, sweetheart. Going to pull out, okay?” You nod in response. You wince as he moves out of you, feeling entirely empty without him. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

He returns from the adjoined bathroom quickly with a warm washcloth in hand. His hand meets your knee, indicating for you to part your legs for him. He stares for a moment, hesitating with the washcloth.

 When you feel his cum drip out of your cunt, you realize what he is staring at so intensely.

“Are you looking at something interesting?” you tease with a raised eyebrow. He snaps out of it at your words, meeting your eyes again. A light blush appears on his face, growing redder by the second.

“Sorry. I lost myself for a second there.” Matty begins to wipe you off. His hands are delicate and gentle as he presses the warm rag to your center, careful around the sensitive skin.

“No need to apologize. Just didn’t think you would be so into that,” you continue, playing with fire.

His eyes cut back to yours. A shade darker than before. “I just cleaned you off. Are you trying to get me to fill you up again? Because I will. Gladly.” There’s a slight joking tone to his words, but you know his claim is serious. Dead serious.

“I’m already too sore for that.” You smile back at him, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks.

“I think I know of something to help.” His hands wrap around your waist, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you down gently on the counter, discarding the washcloth in the sink. He walks over to the large bathtub and begins running the water.

“Running a bath? How romantic.”

“Consider it an early apology for how sore you’ll be in the morning, love.”

When the bath is full, he stands you up before he settles down in the bath first. He winces as his back meets the water, stinging in the marks from your nails.

“I’m sorry about that… I’ll be more careful next time,” you say as you step in the tub, sitting directly in front of him.

“Don’t worry about it. I liked it,” he replies. Matty doesn’t waste a second to wrap his arms around you, letting you fully lean back on him. The hot bath water sooths every ache in your body. His hands run over you, massaging your skin. They rub over your arms, and then your stomach. There’s nothing sexually charged about his movements. He’s simply tracing your soft skin, clueless of how he got so lucky to have you in his arms. The water and his touch nearly lull you to sleep before he speaks again.

“Can I wash your hair for you?”

“It’s not two-in-one, is it?”

“Do you think the curls on my head would be intact if I used two-in-one?” he laughs. “Scoot forward a bit and lay back for me.” He lets your hair fully submerge in the water before applying shampoo to your scalp. His fingertips massage your scalp, and you find yourself humming peacefully at the sensation. After washing the shampoo out, he repeats the same process with conditioner. Just when you think he’s about done, Matty grabs a loofah from the side of the tub lathering it with his body soap. Smells of bergamot fill your nose as he rubs the loofa over your body.

“Want me to smell like you, huh?”

“That’s just a bonus of taking proper care of you.” He takes his time to rinse the soap off of you. You’re completely clean. “Come on, let’s get you dried off.” Matty wipes away the water on your body with a clean towel, drying himself off quickly with another one next. He guides you to sit on a chair in the bathroom. “Be right back.” He says, walking back into the bedroom. Matty returns wearing a new pair of boxers, holding a t-shirt and another fresh pair of boxers in his hand. He helps you get dressed, pulling the boxers over your hips before putting your shirt on.

“Going to dry your hair now. Don’t want you falling asleep with wet hair.” He takes out a hairdryer from underneath the sink and begins to dry your hair. He runs his fingers through your scalp as he maneuvers your hair to make sure it’s all dry. Matty is focused on the task, biting his lip in concentration.

“Do you do this every time? Or are you just trying to impress me?” you ask after he turns off the hair dryer.

“I’ll do it every time if you want. I’ll do anything you say, love.”

Matty carries you back to bed, getting under the covers right after you. You lay your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat rings strongly in your ear. His arms wrap around you. You’ve never felt safer than with him.

“I really do love you, Matty. Never felt like this before,” you admit, pressing soft kiss to his neck.

“I love you, too. I’m so fucking glad I walked into that coffee shop.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy imagine #the 1975 smut

[ordon-pumpkin]

Percy Jackson spoilers and criticism below.

I see people complain about how the show just has the characters figuring out things way too quickly (I completely agree with this.) Then I see people complaining about that criticism saying things like “Oh it makes sense! They would know that because Annabeth’s been at camp, Grover is a satyr, and Percy’s mom taught him about the myths!” However, there is a difference between them knowing about the stories and them IMMEDIATELY figuring each potential trap/situation out and zapping the energy from the scenes.

These same instances in the book usually involve a feeling of unease, something feels off, things seem kind of familiar, and it slowly dawns on them what they are dealing with OR they are escaping one situation to be thrust into another and don’t have time to think about it at all. There’s tension, there’s drama. I’m here for it. The show on the other hand? Oof.

Also the circumstances in which they encounter these situations in the book greatly influence how things go. They are human(ish) after all and them getting into these messes makes them easier to connect to as characters. Let’s break it down a little more there.

- With Medusa they were lost in the woods and hungry. The smell of food lured them in. They were hungry children dang it! From the circus lol (Honestly, this instance didn’t bother me too much in the show when I first watched it because it was early on before the knowing things too soon became an ongoing theme.)

- With the Lotus Hotel and Casino they were tired and feeling grimy, having just traveled in the back of a truck with a bunch of animals in horrible conditions. It was scorching hot outside. They were absolutely exhausted and wound up there where a doorman invited them in and it was a relief to have somewhere to take a break, recoup and figure out their next move. Once inside they had access to a shower! There were snacks. Plus the place was incredible. It also showed their interests with Annabeth being drawn in to trivia and city building games, Percy liked the bungee jumping! Grover played a reverse hunting game! Percy figured out the trap by asking a guy using 70s slang and dressed to match, what year it was. He kept asking and getting different answers. Then he was able to snap Annabeth out of it by describing spiders, which he knew she had a fear of from the Tunnel of Love ride. (This whole scene in the show was such a let down, so was the Tunnel of Love scene but I’ll leave that alone for now.)

- With Crusty they were on the run and dashed into the store. This encounter is one of my favorite moments of Percy’s quick thinking in the books btw. Also his absolute lack of hesitation to slice someone’s head if they mess with his friends. Percy is smart. He’s very street smart actually. In the book this scene shows that really well. (The way I paused the show in frustration and almost turned it off when the episode started already at Crusty’s with the line “I know who you are.” Like of course. That’s just how we’re telling this story now. Check. They met Crusty. And he doesn’t feel like a threat at all. But they met him I guess.)

The exhaustion and the circumstances in these instances in the book and getting into these traps aren’t the trio being “stupid.” They were moments that set up the situation to feel more relatable, alive, tense, and interesting. The show’s changes have taken away most of the tension from these scenes. Them knowing and catching on to things so quickly is lazy and it is incredibly boring. It just feels like they are checking off a list of places from the books they wanted in the show, while losing the entire energy and impact of those locations and scenes.

To me everything in this show feels like it’s at 20%. The humor, the stakes, the tension, the personality, the freaking lighting (why is so much of this show so hard to even see?), the whimsy, the magic, the charm. It’s all so dialed back and watered down. The book is a roller coaster of making you laugh and putting you on the edge of your seat with the tension and situations these kids get into. It’s campy, it’s intense, it’s crazy, and so energetic. The show feels bland in comparison. Idk how you manage to make Percy Jackson feel boring but they did it.

I’m not asking for it to be an exact copy of the book. I’m just disappointed with how dull it is. When it’s boring and it’s a scene that was the furthest thing from that in the original version then YES I’m going to compare it and wonder why there were changes to make it less interesting. In fact, my favorite scene in the show so far is actually the taxi in the parking garage scene. It captured the energy and vibe of Percy Jackson really well and it’s a scene not in the books at all. The energy is important and this show is lacking severely most of the time. It has some really good moments (back to that 20% thing) but overall it’s such a let down.

We have one episode left of the season and I don’t exactly have high hopes of it making things better. It just makes me sad because I wanted to love this series. The incredibly talented cast, a major studio behind it, passionate people being involved including the author, amazing source material… I look at all of the ingredients and it should be amazing. But I’m pretty disappointed right now.

#pjo tv #Percy Jackson and the olympians #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson spoilers #pjo #pjo tv critical #pjo tv crit

[maximilliansblog]

Welcome Home Hyacinth Theory 🏠🪻🐛

Hello Tumblr! Most Welcome Home theories are just little bits and pieces or “Wally is evil, guys look!”/”Wally is not evil! He is a goober!” etc.

This theory is fully fledged and provides a plot and evidence. I call it the Welcome Home “Hyacinth” theory, after the myth that it is based on. This will be a very long post so here is a TLDR: Julie kills Eddie while they are playing croquette-bowling out of jealousy because he is getting too close to Frank, who is supposed to be her boyfriend/best friend within the show. Either just Eddie or everyone involved gets replaced, except for Wally, who witnessed everything. This is why we have all of those videos of Wally dissociating.

I have been sitting around in my toom rambling to myself about this theory like a madman for over a week so I decided to share it.

Please reference this post from @/partycoffin (the creator of Welcome Home) when discussing Welcome Home and be respectful in the comments and reblogs.

Extra information from @theneighborhoodwatch:

Welcome Home Observation Document

Welcome Home Livestream Trivia

Welcome Home Archive Links + Backup Screenshots

Fanmade Welcome Home Wiki (I don't recommend the Fandom wiki)

Extra information on exploring the website from @angel-lyah:

Welcome Home Website Secrets

Alright, let’s get into it! I have evidence to back up every single one of those claims, and I will include it in this post.

I want to be very thorough with explaining this. I’ll start by establishing that there are three main plots within Welcome Home (that I have noticed, anyways):

The plot of the late 60’s - early 70’s TV show, Welcome Home - only related to published episodes, books, audios, etc. that would have been shown to the public at the time of airing Welcome Home

“Behind the show” - feelings and actions of the puppets outside of the show (such as Frank and Eddie being a couple, or Frank being nonbinary)

The Welcome Home Restoration Project - people working to restore the TV show, Welcome Home, and find any and all information related to it and who made it

Okay so for the rest of this essay, when I mention BtS, it is related to the “behind the show” plot. I will color these things blue. When I write WtS, it is related to the “within the show” plot. I will color these things green. When I write WHRP, it is related to the Welcome Home Restoration Project. I will color these things pink. I will also mention things that have been said either on Clown’s Tumblr blog, Clown’s Twitter, or old streams. I will say CS, meaning “Clown source” to denote these things and color them orange. Clown source and behind the show areas often overlap, so Clown source information is dominant over behind the show information (if it is both I will just color it orange). Good? Good.

Now let’s establish our characters (only the ones related to this theory) and their relationships to one another. We’ll go alphabetically, starting with Eddie, then moving onto Frank, Julie, and Wally. 

I’m going to assume that if you are reading this, you have already visited the website (clownillustration.com) and have a basic understanding of who Eddie is. So I will only focus on the elements of his character that will be relevant in this theory.

Eddie (WtS) is clumsy and overworks himself. He is often dragged into Julie’s games. His house (post office) looks like this:

Note the hyacinth flowers and the butterfly. Eddie (BtS) loves Frank. (CS) He is married to Frank in one art on Clown’s Tumblr. BY THE WAY IT TOOK FOREVER TO FIND THIS IMAGE!!!! THEY ARE IN THE BOTTOM LEFT CORNER!!

Frank (WtS) is Julie’s boyfriend as it is implied that they are a couple within the show (I know a lot of us don’t like hearing this, but remember the three plots) (also for everyone that is going to argue with me on this, go look on their little profiles in the neighborhood section of the website and come back to me) and best friend. His house looks like this:

Note the sunflowers. Frank (BtS) loves Eddie.

(CS) As I said before, in one art on Clown’s Tumblr, Eddie and Frank are married (you can tell by the rings on their fingers in that image) . Frank is nonbinary but uses he/him pronouns (Clown refers to Frank on his blog with only he/him pronouns, so that is what I will use. Nonbinary people do not have to use they/them pronouns! Pronouns are not equal to gender!)

(WtS) Julie is a rainbow monster. Her thing is that she likes to make up and play games. She seems to be very strong (perhaps related to her being a rainbow monster), as she can easily lift Wally and is indirectly referenced to [throw a baseball very well] by Barnaby in the Live Interview audio. She also incorporates bowling into a lot of games where it is unnecessary. She seems to be immature, which is usually used to make her a playful character. Her and Frank are a couple. In several arts, her horns are different shapes or even nonexistent, implying that she has some ability to change her form. Her house looks like this:

Note the heart motif throughout the design. (BtS) Julie is best friends with Frank. (CS) She is genderfluid (she is only referred to using she/her pronouns on Clown’s blog, so that is what I will use). 

(WtS) Wally is the main character in Welcome Home. His house is alive and is named Home. Home is often considered to be a ninth neighbor. Wally often communicates for Home. (WHRP) Wally signs Home’s name in the guestbook (as Home does not have hands) (please stop with the tentacles I have seen the art please stop for the love of god where did that even come from). (WtS) The other neighbors frequently ignore and talk over Wally, but he doesn’t seem to mind, saying that he loves all of his friends in the live interview audio.

Okay so now that that is established, let’s look at some promotional art. Promotional art is not necessarily canon and may contain outdated designs, but may hint at the plot of Welcome Home. 

There is one more artwork that I would like to add, but it is on Clown’s KoFi. Here is a link to it that you can look at if you are subscribed to Clown’s KoFi:

[link to Clown’s KoFi here]

I won’t describe the image because some of you may not be subscribed to Clown’s KoFi. But if you are, you will see that the image supports my theory.

While we are discussing that image, I would also like to say that I believe that the puppets are some kind of biological organisms. I don’t have much evidence for this right now, but I may make a theory in the future. 

We will come back to those promotional arts soon. Right now, let’s look at Frank and Eddie’s houses and discuss some symbolism and mythology.

Frank’s house has sunflowers outside of it. Sunflowers are a symbol of Apollo. Eddie has hyacinths outside of his post office, obviously a symbol of Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus and Apollo were lovers, but Hyacinthus tragically died. Let me tell the story so we have context. (I am really into Greek mythology by the way, it’s always been a special interest since middle school but I am also a Hellenic pagan, you should follow my witchcraft and paganism blog, creatively named @maxiswitchcraftandpaganblog)

So Apollo, god of the sun, art, archery, and LOTS of various other things, loved Hyacinthus, who was a mortal Spartan man. And Hyacinthus loved him too, by the way. The god of the (west? don’t feel like googling it) wind, Zephyrus, was jealous of Hyacinthus, because he also loved Apollo. 

One day, Apollo and Hyacinthus were playing discus (like frisbee but the frisbee is giant and made of metal, kind of like a shield). Apollo threw the discus to Hyacinthus, but Zephyrus blew the discus off course with the wind, causing it to hit Hyacinthus in the head and kill him. Apollo created the hyacinth flower from Hyacinthus’ blood as he died, but in some myths made him a god. (read more on Apollo and Hyacinthus here)

I’m going to draw some parallels here. Frank = Apollo, Eddie = Hyacinthus, Julie = Zephyrus. Now Frank’s and Eddie’s parallels make sense because of the flowers, but where did I get Julie=Zephyrus from? Recall that (WtS) Julie and Frank are supposed to be a couple. Now, (BtS) Julie may or may not like Frank in that way, but she certainly enjoys being close to him as his best friend. Since she is already established as an immature character, it would make sense that she would be jealous seeing Frank get closer to Eddie.

Pause. So WtS, Frank and Julie are together. BtS, Frank and Eddie are together. If these are separate, then what is Julie jealous about? (WtS) Frank has been seen getting closer to Eddie even in the official material of the show. An example of this is him telling Eddie that he works too hard at the end of the “Eddie’s Big Lift” storybook record. So his BtS love for Eddie is leaking into the WtS canon. That is a problem for Julie, who is supposed to be Frank’s girlfriend WtS. So she comes up with an idea to fix this, much like the jealous god, Zephyrus. 

So what does she do? Let’s turn our attention to the “Just So” song demo. This song was never finished with instrumentals, and for a reason. The puppets function as actors in the show, as it is obvious that they have their own free will, and Julie does something that the writers do not expect later in this episode. So the song was never finished because the episode was ruined. 

In the “Just So” song demo, Frank and Julie are about to play croquette bowling. It was supposed to be just croquette, as Frank put on his croquette bow tie, but last minute, Julie added bowling to the mix. 

Wally knocks on the door and interrupts their song, saying that Home wants to play croquette bowling too. This implies that Julie told someone else that they would be playing croquette bowling after she added bowling. I feel like Wally and Home overheard Julie telling Eddie that they would be playing croquette bowling. This would make sense, as Wally often stands by and listens while the other neighbors talk. It is not unusual for Eddie to participate in Julie’s games, either, as we see from Julie playing “business woman in the big city” with him. [add a photo]

The song recording ends before we see them playing croquette bowling together. But I have a piece of evidence to tell us how it ends. Look at this promotional art again.

You probably assumed that the figure in the back was holding a hammer, but that could actually be a croquette mallet!

It’s covered in some gory-looking stuff, probably from Eddie. Now look at the flower. Whose eyes look like that? Almond-shaped, round pupils. Only one character: Wally. Wally was a witness, which would make sense for him, since he often watches on as the other neighbors do things. 

Julie is holding the flower in front of her, looking innocent. This is a stretch, but I think that this might be symbolism for her saying that she didn’t do it on purpose, Wally saw the whole thing, ask him! And Wally doesn’t know what to do. I don’t know what he does from there.

Maybe this image is a clue? I genuinely don’t know. Once again, promotional art is not necessarily canon, but we can use the concepts from it in theories.

This next part is also a bit of a stretch. The neighbors having a memory of something like that happening would ruin their “acting” (I think they are just being recorded as they do what they would naturally do). The show can’t have that. The solution? Replace everyone involved. 

Now go back and look in the promotional art section and look at that art of Frank. It looks like Frank is laying among extra puppet parts. They have extras!

And this is why Wally is dissociating in the videos we see when we click on the bugs. They did not replace him, because like the neighbors, they didn’t even notice he was there.

Okay yeah that’s the theory. It was really hard to get this into a coherent Google Doc and gather all the links. I was just rambling to myself about this in my room over and over pacing around for like a week. But yeah here you go, hope it's a good theory, sorry if it's not lol please be nice to me

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[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Under Age Drinking, Under Age Marijuana Use, Violence and Displays of Toxic Relationship Acts. If I missed one, please let me know.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Rafe throws a party in an attempt to see Y/N. Y/N finds out a heart breaking truth. 

Masterlist

Rafe knows Y/N is ignoring him. No matter what he tries, she never so much as utters a word in his direction. So he is giving her some space. He could say that he isn’t throwing a party for the sole purpose of hopefully seeing Y/N for a split second if she chooses to come, but he’d be lying. Normally, he goes from room to room to check on people. Today, he is in the kitchen, guarding the stuff he bought specifically for Y/N in case she shows up. He sees someone reaching for the hard kombucha in the fridge, “Touch that can and I will throw you out of my house faster than you can say kombucha.” The person quickly closed the fridge and exited the kitchen. “You better not be opening that Oreo package,” he threatens to Mason, who Rafe knows has been eyeing the package. 

“Dude, come on. I told you that she isn’t coming. She went to something that Wilson is holding. It sounded fancy. So let me just have one, please,” Mason begs while he inches toward the package again.

“Still you never know. Maybe she’ll get bored and stop by?”

“I love you, dude. And I want to see you guys together, but I think it’s time to call it. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” 

“I know my chances. I still have hope though. We are meant to be, I just know it.”

———

Y/N sits at the dinner table with all of Wilson’s friends. He is having a dinner soirée. Honestly, Y/N is bored out of her mind, but Wilson is her boyfriend and this is typically a girlfriend's duty. La Bleue Fleur is catering and the topic of conversation is that uninteresting Civil War documentary that Wilson made her watch.  Y/N is pushing around the leftover garnish on her plate as she is the first person to finish eating. “Y/N, what did you think of Timothy Satonis’ masterpiece?” Allen asks, looking toward the girl. She is caught off guard by the question because she has mostly been left out of the conversation. “Uhh, not gonna lie, I zoned out during the movie. Docs really aren’t my thing,” she replies to the group, which causes them to look at her with horror in their eyes. The group is awkwardly silent for a second before Wilson directs the conversation to something Y/N can be involved in, “Did you guys know Y/N is Cassie Y/L/N’s daughter?” 

This sparks a conversation between the dinner guests. “Have you met her?” Hailey questions excitedly. Wilson smiles with pride, “Yes, I have. We met when I took Y/N to Midsummer. Later on,  I gave her a manuscript of my book when I visited Y/N’s house the other day. Hopefully, she can pass it on to her publisher and it gets published.” Y/N finds it strange that Wilson would say it like he was the one to ask her to Midsummer when in reality she is the one to ask him out. “That is an amazing idea. Y/N, what is your favourite book of hers?” Josh inquiries. “Um, probably Murder in The Deep. The series is inspired by my love of murder mysteries and the main character, Arabella, is modelled after me. So it feels pretty personal and sentimental to me. She even mentions me in the dedication and named a murder victim after me.” “I see. Wilson did not tell us you were one of those types of readers,” Josh remarks with judgement in his tone. She turns towards Wilson to see if he will stand up for her. He doesn’t, so Y/N once again zones out as everyone else continues talking about her mom like she is not there. She feels a little uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything to avoid making anyone else feel the same way. 

After dinner and dessert are finished, the evening continues in the family room with a game of trivia. Y/N is usually good at trivia as she is on track to being valedictorian and she loves to know random, obscure facts. However, this game of trivia is all related to the same topics, which bore her to death. “If you’re a fan of Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, and Miles Davis, which museum in Kansas City will be music to your ears?” Allen reads from the card. Hailey rings her bell quickly, “Amerian Jazz Museum!” The group claps at her answer. Y/N didn’t even know there was a museum only for Jazz music, let alone that it was in Kansas City. Hailey takes the next card, “Bela Bartok and Romantic composer Franz Liszt are typically considered the greatest composers to emerge from what European nation?” Y/N wants to be included in the game, so she tries to take a guess at the answer and rings her bell, “Is it Germany?” Wilson shakes his head in disappointment and she can see the embarrassment in his eyes. “Of course, it is not Germany, Y/N. Everyone knows they are from Hungary. If you do not know the answer, then do not bother answering the question,” he chastises and Y/N feels as though she is a child. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Y/N excuses as she gets up to find the bathroom, hoping to escape the situation. Y/N knew she should stand up for herself, but she didn’t wanna make a scene because that would also be embarrassing. She is walking back to the family room when she hears her name being spoken. She stops just outside of the family room archway, hiding behind the wall. “I do not understand why you are dating her. She has no substance at all. She is vapid and I do not know how you can spend so much time with her,” she hears Hailey complain. This absolutely guts Y/N because this is another one of her insecurities. When compared to the intelligent life of the part, Elizabeth Huntington, she felt uninteresting with her more reserved personality. However, nothing prepares her for the feeling of what Wilson says next. “It is about looking at the advantages. Y/N may be vapid, but I got to meet Cassie and hopefully, I can be mentored by her. It is the only reason why I asked her out. I heard a rumour that the Y/L/N’s like to spend time on the beach where we met. I figured I was bound to meet one of them eventually.”

Y/N could continue to just stand there and be sorry for herself, but her blood is now boiling and she decides to stand up for herself, no matter how much she wants to cry right now. She steps out from behind the wall, “I may be vapid, but at least, I’m not a lonely boy, who is so obsessed with an author that I stalked her and her family. It is so sad that you used another human being just to get your boring ass manuscript read. My mom showed me the manuscript and we both agree that you sound like a giant stick in the mud even when you write. You don’t have to worry about putting up with me any longer because we are over!” This isn’t her finest moment, but she storms out in a hurry. She can only make it so far before she realizes that she could not walk home all the way. Her vision is blurry, meaning she could not see three feet in front of her. 

She decides it is safer to call someone to come pick her up. She takes out her phone and dials her brother’s number, “Dude, why are you calling? Are you a boomer? Anyways leave a message at the beep.” Voicemail. She calls her parents and gets voicemail again. Right, they are staying on the mainland for the night because her mom has a back-to-back book signing there. She goes to call Lacey, but notices she has a voicemail from her friend. “Y/NNNNN, I love youuuuu. Before you ask, I amz totes not drink. Drink. Drunk, lol. Okay, maybe I am. But, I wants you to know I loves you. Alsoooo, I total- total- totally made out with Derren. He is so h-” The voicemail cuts off before Lacey could finish her drunken rant. This causes Y/N to stop crying for a second and giggle at Lacey’s drunken antics. But the realization that she only has one other person to call whom she felt comfortable with makes her feel anxious because she is not even sure he is going to answer her call after the way she has been ignoring him. 

———

Rafe sits on his couch with Elizabeth on his lap and her tongue down his throat. He was able to convince her that saying Y/N’s name during Midsummer was a mistake, which leads to them having been making out for the last ten minutes. Even with the raging music of the party, Rafe could hear the beginning notes of “The Book of You and I” by Alec Benjamin. It is the ringtone he assigned for Y/N. He must admit it is a strange song to have chosen because it talks about a breakup and he and Y/N haven’t even started their story. The song reminds him of her and he knows Y/N loves the song just because of the mention of a book. She loves the idea of a love story being a book of the two people in the relationship. He immediately pulls away from Elizabeth, leaving the girl frustrated again to go answer the phone somewhere quieter. The song couldn’t even make it to the second note because Rafe answers it. 

“Y/L/N, are you hurt?” he immediately interrogates with worry seeping into his voice. With Y/N ignoring him for the past couple of weeks, he knows it must be serious if she is calling him right now at night. “Ca- Can y- yo- you pi-pick m-e u-u-up, please?” he hears her struggle to say through her tears. Rafe’s eyebrows knit together in concern, “Absolutely, send me your pin and I’ll be there immediately.” Y/N whispers a meek okay and goodbye before hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to ask further questions.

———

Once again another party ended early for Y/N’s safety, but seeing as Rafe threw the party just to get her attention, he had no problem with ushering everyone out of his house as fast as he can. He doesn’t even wait for everyone to be gone before hopping into his jeep and driving off to the location Y/N sent him. He held very little regard for his own safety as he drove past stop signs and red lights. All that matters is making sure she is safe. He finally gets to his destination, the end of Wilson’s driveway. Y/N sits on the decorative rock in a full-on sobbing fit. Rafe jumps out after double-checking he put the car in park. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her into his neck without saying a word. After a few minutes, she calms down enough to tell him what happened. “He was only dating me to get to my mom. He said I was vapid and I know it’s true, but it just hurts to hear someone else confirm it.” Rafe blood boils at how Wilson made Y/N feel, “You are not vapid. You’re a rose. When you meet a new person, you are the bud. You are more reserved around them. But when you start to bloom, your passion, love, and joy start to show. Just like how when a rose starts to open up you start to see the beautiful red colour that hides within. Wilson was just too selfish and boring for you to do anything interesting with him.” She smiles up at him and nods her head in understanding. “Wait, here for a second. I’m going to go do something real quick before we leave,” he explains before getting up and walking toward the front door.

Rafe knocks on the auspicious door and waits for Wilson to open it. “What are y-” Wilson tries to say, but he is interrupted by Rafe’s fist punching him in the face. “Come near Y/N again and I’ll do a whole lot worse,” he warns, running off toward Y/N. She stands there shocked at what just happened. She giggles at the image of Rafe coming towards her. He grabs her hand as he passes by and drags her toward his car. Once he helps her up, he goes around and drives off, watching in the back mirror as Wilson and his friends finally catch up to the street. Rafe pulls out his phone to play “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, which causes Y/N to fall into hysterics.  

Rafe drives Y/N to Tannyhill because he knows her parents aren’t home and that Mason is probably still in a guest room with Amanda, even after the party is ended. “Where is everyone?” Y/N ponders out loud as she sees the empty house. Mason told her about the party Rafe was throwing. “Sent them home when you called,” he informs her without skipping a beat. He says it in a matter-of-fact way that she knows he doesn’t want her to feel guilty. The car stops and they see Mason come out to join them outside. “Dude, where did you go?” Mason pauses when he sees the tear-streaked face belonging to his twin. “Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” “Wilson was only dating me because of mom,” Y/N mumbles, attaching herself to Rafe. His being there during her time of vulnerability has caused her to feel comfort in his grasp. Mason’s face contorts into anger, “HE DID WHAT! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” Y/N quickly goes to her brother’s side and puts her arm out so he can’t get past her. “Don’t worry. Rafe already punched him for me,” she assures her brother, who pulls her into a hug. “Mace, you didn’t pick up your phone.” He grimaces and places a kiss on her forehead, “I know, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, Rafe was there,” she whispers in the nook. “Should we go home?” Mason asks. “No, can we go to the balcony?” She replies, looking between Mason and Rafe. Both boys nod and follow her to her desired destination. 

Rafe and Y/N make a quick stop to get her more comfortable clothes, so Mason goes to get some snacks. Rafe goes past his room, heading towards Sarah’s room. He looks back to check in with Y/N and notices she isn’t following him. She is paused at his door, waiting for him to follow her. “What’s wrong? Sarah’s room is this way,” he points in the direction of the room. Y/N looks at her feet while shifting her weight between the two, “Actually, can I borrow some of your clothes, please? They are comfy.” Rafe smiles at her suggestion, “Of course, you can, Y/L/N.” he takes her inside. He gives her a plain gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. It may be a mundane outfit, but Rafe loved how she looked in his clothes. She is practically swimming in his shirt because he is so much taller than her and she had to tie her sweatpants very tight so they wouldn’t slip down so much. They both giggle at her constant need to pull up the pants as they head to the balcony. 

———

Mason sits opposite from Y/N and Rafe with a joint in hand while Y/N cuddles herself into Rafe’s arms. They’ve been talking about anything and everything just to cheer Y/N up. “Why the dude never used contractions was so fucking weird. He sounded like such an old person,” Mason jokes while taking a drag of his blunt. Rafe laughs, “Those stupid button-up shirts he’d wear all the damn time. With his name monogrammed onto them. He looked like such a douchebag in them.” This continuous mockery of Wilson has cheered Y/N up. “I caught him ironing the collar of it. Only an asshole is that uptight,” she joins in while taking a swing of her hard kombucha. The boys nod in agreement. Mason snubs out the joint and gets up from his seat, “I’m gonna head to bed. Y/N, you cool if we sleep here?” She nods; originally, she was supposed to sleep over at Wilson’s house. With that, Mason leaves the two alone. 

They sit in comfortable silence, drinking their drinks and looking up at the stars. She has now shifted so her head is on his chest and his arm is around her neck. Y/N opens up the pack of Oreos placed on the coffee table in front of them. She untwists the top of the one she picks up and gives the bottom with the cream on it to Rafe. Understanding what she wants him to do, he grabs the bottom and eats the cream for her before handing it back to her. Y/N and Wilson never had this unspoken language while they were dating. “Why doesn’t anyone love me for me?” She wonders as she gives him another Oreo. “Someone does. He’s just waiting for you to be ready,” Rafe whispers without realizing that she heard him. She looks up at him from her position and he looks down at her. She closes her eyes and starts to lean in to kiss him. No matter how much he wishes he could lean down to meet her lips, he knows this isn’t the right moment, so he pulls away. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I would rather our first kiss be when you are feeling less vulnerable and are 100% sober,” he tells her. Disappointment is written all over her face, but she knows that he made the right decision. She would prefer their first kiss to feel more right and not just because he is there being sweet to her after a breakup. She nuzzles back into his chest and they go back to just enjoy each other’s company. Her light snores tell him she has fallen asleep and instead of waking her up from her slumber, he picks her up and takes her to the other guest bedroom. He tucks her into the bed and admires the serene look on her face as she sleeps. He lightly kisses her forehead and goes back to his room to welcome the sleep. 

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[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere characters had mundane hobbies...

And by “mundane” I just mean “non-extreme” (aka, no base jumping, no paragliding); we’re talking, like, doing puzzles or going for a pleasant hike. If all these hobbies existed and Cosmere characters weren’t busy fending for their lives all the time, what might they get up to?

1. Szeth: Frisbee golf

We already know that Szeth is great at paintball; I just feel like he’d be weirdly good at frisbee golf as well.

2. Renarin: Speed Rubik’s Cube

Renarin likes to fiddle and have something for his hands to do--I think solving a Rubik’s Cube would be fun for him. And I threw in “speed” (aka, trying to do it as fast as possible) because Renarin loves to jump into things wholeheartedly.

3. Kaladin: Indoor Rock Climbing

Kaladin has already gone rock climbing in two books--he makes his own rock wall in the chasms in Book 1 and climbs down Urithiru in Book 4. He even knows that he should be using “rock dust” for his hands. I think some nice, non-extreme, indoor rock climbing would be good for Kaladin. Bonus: he’s not afraid of heights!

4. Shai: Stamp Collecting

(I’m sorry)

5. Eshonai: Hiking

Eshonai loves to go out into the woods and explore, see new places and people and things. I can see her getting into hiking.

6. Raoden: Coding

Before he even had powers, Raoden already liked to memorize Aons--and from what I understand, AonDor is basically coding. 

7. Tien: Rock Collecting

I mean, this is literally just canon. I have to imagine that he’d also enjoy whittling since that is again, simply canon. 

8. Shallan: Crochet

Okay, so Shallan does already have hobbies in canon: like drawing, for example. But I think she’d also enjoy crochet--all those patterns coming together, her Spren humming excitedly...

9. Adolin: Sewing

Even while trapped in Shadesmar, Adolin is able to sew himself a new outfit. If he had time and materials, he could definitely make some cool clothing. 

10. Mare: Gardening

I mean, she loves flowers. If she were alive when her planet could support flowers, I think she’d love to grow some.

11. Sixth of the Dusk: Birdwatching

If he wasn’t, you know, desperately trying to survive at all times, I feel like Sixth of the Dusk might enjoy some nice, relaxed birdwatching. 

12. Wax: Puzzling

Normally Wax is putting together the pieces of deadly mysteries that will impact the fate of his planet. Maybe he’d find it a nice change of pace to just put together colorful cardboard instead!

13. Rysn: Extreme Couponing

Listen, Rysn once leapt off of a cliff to talk to a god to make a deal. Clipping coupons would at least have the advantage of being safer than that, no matter how “extreme” she gets.

14. Rlain: Amateur Radio

Amateur radio tends to use morse code, which is a form of communication Rlain might find comfortingly rhythmic. Plus, amateur radio lets you connect with people, but no one can see you or judge you for being a crab person. 

15. Vin: Parkour

Even without powers, I can see Vin running across buildings and climbing things she’s not supposed to climb. I think she’d have a good time.

16. Jasnah: Crossword puzzles

Yes, I am basically calling Jasnah a nerd here, but also, I think she’d probably really like crossword puzzles--knowing things, understanding obscure trivia, solving puzzles that aren’t about the end of the world...

17. Dalinar: Tunnelling

I dunno if this is just a Reddit phenomenon, but apparently some people just really like to dig long tunnels underground? And Dalinar sure had a great time digging out that latrine that one time. Perhaps that was a sign that his true love is burrowing deep, deep underground.

18. Taravangian: Fantasy Football

I don’t know a whole lot about Fantasy Football, but I believe it involves creating your own imaginary team of players and then using their actual, real-life performance to get points. So you have to be good at predicting how people will act, skilled at long-term planning, and have a deep desire to win. It’s like Taravangian’s diagram, only nobody (hopefully) dies!

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[coralcatsea]

Can't all of that usuk things be seen as brotherly love or someone who is important in your life but not in a romantic view? Not hating, honest just thinking

Your ask is about this post, right?

So looking at my examples, you can interpret it that way with some if you want, but with others...not so much.

I hope you actually want to hear me out, because this might get a bit long. Apologies in advance. 😅

-I can't imagine how awkward it'd be to view them as sıblıngs considering some of the suggestive things they do in canon. Personally, I think it'd be pretty weird to grab/tug on a sıblıng's apron when there's nothing underneath and say it "matches them well".

-If someone talks about your sıblıng being good looking, I don't think most people would get flustered enough to start sweating and trying to play it cool. I feel like the sıblıng equivalent would involve something more like eye-rolling.

-For the cake one, sure, you could interpret it as them being goofy in-universe, but from a meta perspective, putting an item that is so heavily associated with you on top of the cake seems to me like putting the wedding figures at the top. It comes off as intentional fan service, which Hima often likes to include.

-For Valentine's Day, the scene with Alfred and Arthur is paired narratively right alongside the shippy GerIta stuff. Additionally, there is a note that says this:

"In Europe, it's traditional for lovers to give gifts to each other."

"In America, giving gifts is also mainly done between lovers."

It does indeed mention male to female, but only to give cultural trivia about the difference between Europe and America. The important part is the emphasis on lovers, and we all know Hetalia doesn't shy away from same-sex shippy moments – as evidenced by Germany proposing to Italy in the very same strip. Speaking of proposals, one dynamic that closely parallels Arthur/Alfred is that of Antonio/Lovino, and Antonio tried proposing to Lovino in the manga.

I digress.

-Sıblıngs typically don't suggest ideas like dressing in sexy outfits and swaying their hips provocatively. Which reminds me, I forgot to include a similar scene in my post where Alfred intentionally has Arthur wear a Robin costume that shows off his legs. Yes, intentionally.

"Also, didn't you notice your costume is from the movie and mine is from the comic?"

Of course Alfred would notice. There's no way a big Batman fan like him would've chosen Arthur's costume carelessly, but instead of answering why Arthur has the skimpy version of Robin's costume when it doesn't even match his, Alfred instantly deflects. He then proceeds to tell Arthur to stop crouching and show – ...something. Based on what Arthur is covering, the logical assumption is that Alfred is telling Arthur to show off his legs.

-"Are you fighting like an old married couple again?" Self-explanatory. If they were sıblıngs he could just say, "Are you having a sibling squabble again?"

-Cardverse is a canon AU by Hima, and Alfred and Arthur are the King and Queen. Magical Strike is also a canon AU, in which Alfred has a fαthεr who is the company president. No other fαmiliαl relations are given. Arthur is a salaryman who simply works for the company.

-There's the scene where Arthur is dying that plays on the "near-death love confession" trope.

-Other characters comment on their relationship...

Again, if it was brοthεrly they could just call it a brοthεrly quarrel. It comes off to me more as teasing friends who could potentially have romantic feelings for each other.

-Tony sees it, too, teasingly commenting "Love me bubu. Kiss me bubu," in reaction to Arthur and Alfred's conversation. He doesn't normally say things like that, either.

-Terms like "big brοthεr" in Hetalia shouldn't automatically be taken literally. They are used in a more Japanese sense (e.g. calling a somewhat older person who isn't related to you "big brοthεr" out of respect). France calls himself "big brοthεr" to literally everyone and even Norway refers to Denmark as "brοthεr".

-Regardless of how you interpret their usage of "big brοthεr", Arthur decides against being called that right away, Alfred himself rejects the idea of it during the Revolution, and Arthur later claims their relationship is "not like that" and fumbles for a way to describe it, mainly considering himself as more of a former mentor or boss.

So I believe that after the Revolution, it's most accurate to consider them as coworkers or friends (who may or may not be attracted to each other).

_____

At the end of the day, you can interpret it however you want. But with how often USUK fans are given a hard time for liking this ship, I wanted to point out that we're not pulling this stuff out of nowhere. It's hinted at and given shippy fan service moments just like several other ships.

I only really disagree with people constantly insisting they MUST be fαmily. Romance vs fαmiliαl are NOT the only two options. I would honestly like to see more non-shippers just let them be friends. Just because I ship it doesn't mean others have to, and just because some perceive it in a fαmiliαl way doesn't mean everyone else must view it like that, either.

And to those who do decide to hop aboard our ship, welcome! We have lots of variety to offer and are always glad for more people to have fun chatting about ideas with.

#ukus #usukus #usuk #answered asks #hws #Hetalia #aph #Hetalia manga #hws england #hws america #aph england #aph america

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Alex Rider season 3 unhinged liveblog ramblings scribbled during first watch. Spoilers, obvs. (also fair warning, I am not particularly a fan of Tom or Kyra lol)

Episode 1 - Widow

S2 recap trivia - Alex's therapist is Molly Doran from Slow Horses and married to Alan Blunt IRL

Malta: Ok, so we're not just going to pretend it's Venice lol.

Creepy old men already hitting on Alex. Standard.

"After this we're out of leads." How do you even have any leads in the first place? Oh ok, Smithers' phone. Terrible security protocols from him, leaving that much historical classified data on it.

"Find the Widow - surely he could have given you an address?" First thing Tom's ever said I've agreed with lmao

Aaaand within a second he's back to being deeply irritating, okay.

Yassen living rent free in Alex's head, you love to see it.

"They've got this picture of me being the responsible one." Have Tom's parents actually met him?

Ooh Razim mention.

You maybe want to clean that wound before whacking a dressing on it Alex?

"Do you think you'll ever lose your appetite Nile?" Spat my drink.

Damn, no harem pants then. Scrubs up well tho.

Listing Levin in the opening credits than having him be only a S2 flashback should be a warcrime.

Episode 2 - Lab

"This weapon is called pork sword, wait, no, shit, wrong USB."

"Julia Rothman. Definitely a wrong un." Spat my drink again.

Do Crawley and Pritchard not warrant helmets and visors? Are they somehow immune to shrapnel?

So, room 6, wired to blow, yes? It's what I'd do…

Oh yeah sure guys, they're going to still be sitting there, all unmoving in the dark, for sure that's a person, and not a Massive Trap.

Thereeeee we go. Agent mince. Top of your class huh, well you're certainly at the top now, and down the sides and partially out of the window.

I know there's the whole 'characters don't know what genre they're in' thing but you are literally in the 'working for MI6 genre', you are up against people notorious for booby traps and blowing shit up, why the fuck would you touch something that hadn't been declared safe first? Apart from anything else you're fucking up the scene before forensics get there.

"I love you man." Vom.

Alex: breaks into super sekkrit lab. Also Alex: doesn't have the faintest fucking idea what he's looking at, so not really helpful.

COMICALLY LARGE BOMB KLAXON.

Episode 3 - Enemy

"Welcome to Malagosto." OooOOooh.

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a fic writer's perspective but it does seem a massive anticlimax to immediately let Tom and Kyra know Alex is okay? Like, you could have got a good couple of episodes of angst out of that uncertainty.

"Do you want me to kill them?" Oh God yes please.

Why the fuck have they plugged the USB directly into the network rather than an isolated PC? 'Hur dur we checked it first', you literally believe Scorpia are smart enough to not be bluffing about the nebulous death threat but you don't think they could hide something on the hardware? Fuck's sake lads. Amateur hour.

Is this Home Secretary meant to be Suella Braverman? Or Priti Patel maybe lol. (Equal rights and all that, and if it had been a white male character I don't think I would have thought twice about the dialogue but having both your two new female characters be immediately proved wrong/ massively patronised/ blown up ain't hugely comfortable viewing tbh).

HOW MANY FICS INVOLVING ALEX GETTING FUCKED ON THAT BED HAVE JUST BEEN BORN?

"Are you suggesting we break into a dead man's house?" "It's not like he's going to be there." 😂

"He became a very close friend of mine." Fnar.

Omg making Alex read his father's love letters is hilarious.

Alex: you could have faked that news report Also Alex: handwriting can definitely never be faked (how is Alex even familiar with his dead father's handwriting? wouldn't recognise mine)

Ugh please stop trying to make Alex/Kyra happen.

Alex up the vent shaft. I hope they're sitting casually at the top going - you could have just taken the stairs love.

If he's climbing upwards, why is his hair dangling like he's upside down? Have they filmed this like 60's Batman, and he's just crawling along a horizontal set lol.

Alex never once asks about his mother does he. Given the shagger-John route they seem to have gone down you almost think Julia would be in a better shout of getting Alex to switch sides by claiming to be his mother.

And - yeah, Alex's recruitment just doesn't feel that convincing here. Adding Tom/Kyra/Jack so much to the mix has changed the feel of his life a lot, and TV verse Alex has had a lot less fucking over by the Department by this point too. And Rothman feels too creepy to be effectively convincing him of anything.

"I want you to meet your tutor." FUCK YES FINALLY 🙌 (may have rewound that part several times lol)

Episode 4 - Recruit

Nicaragua: 18 years ago OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

Baby Yassen is adorable, I'm in love.

OH MY GOD THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE FUCKIN SPIDER THING

OH MY GOD THE REVEAL OF HIM STANDING OVER THE SLEEPING ALEX I'M DEAD

(Ok, I'm calm again. For now. We continue.)

"You killed my uncle" - all the hundreds of ways this conversation has been written over the years and Yassen's just like lol get over it 😂 (here for it tbh)

Rothman: He's one of our best Yassen: One of? Bitch.

Yassen watching Alex train like 👀👀

"Did he ever tell you you're no fun?" Oh you want to have FUN with Yassen do you?

Yassen bitchslapping Alex to fuck, both hilarious and hot.

Oh, you want to be WET wet.

"Matteo's the guy with the blanket." Why is that so funny.

Omg Yassen stepping in to protect his boy and humiliating Nile in the process lol. And Alex doing what Yassen tells him, because of course he does 🥰

"This one is my responsibility" 🥰🥰

"What about love, friendship?" Alex has only known Yassen five minutes and is already down bad.

"Kind of lonely though, right?" Yeah, Yassen needs you at his side Alex, so step up and stop being a whiny little bitch about killing people.

Never get in the first taxi, rule one of espionage.

Yep, called it. Tom's like: I'll have my fucking tip back in that case.

This scene is so dark I have no fucking idea what's going on, I thought Nile had attacked Alex, but apparently not. Is Nile officially part of this exercise or not, it seems really unclear lol.

The power of friendship and sparklerabbits saves the day, apparently. Yawn.

Jesus, we really ATE with this ep, huh.

Episode 5 - Revenge

"Would you rather your arms around me, or my arms around you?" Way to make it creepy Tom you skeevy fuck.

"Can we focus please?" "We're multi-tasking."

Sure Grendel, rock up to the super sekkrit spy base in a massively conspicuous car why don't you?

"Yassen will give you everything you need." Oh I BET he will.

Feels sloppy them not removing the diffuser from the vent tbh.

"What does this say?" Alex hasn't inherited John's neat handwriting then lol. Alex leaning into him like that > me making noises only dogs can hear.

"You've put lockpick?" "I left my last one in Nile."

Ooh, suicide pill, nasty. Kind've pointless though, given they've been left with the evidence anyway.

Yassen in Alex's bedroom again, likely place for him to be.

"I don't want you to fail. I don't want you to die." 🥹💕🥰

Yalex roadtrip, let's goooo.

Disappointed they're not making Alex do the Entrapment infrared acrobatic sequence here lol.

If this is Yassen's idea of a date it definitely needs work.

So no surprise scorpions then? Can't have shit in Detroit Malta.

"Why? Why did she kill him?" Well taking things at face value here he was a highly murderous member of a terrorist organisation, so you know, kind've her job.

Yassen does like a casual lean, doesn't he.

Episode 6 - Target

Alex and Yassen have shacked up in London, hope there's only one bed.

Now they're in the back of a van, SO many opportunities for shagging, they're spoilt for choice.

Yassen's impressed look when Alex reels off all the security details, so proud of his boy.

"What happened to my mum?" Finally he wonders lol.

"And I'm good at it. You could be too." 🥹

"You think Alex killed him?" I mean, he was also there with a notorious assassin, so probably not, y'know.

Domestic Yassen cooking Alex's dinner and also cooking him a gun lol.

Smithers' "How I've missed you" ahahaha. Smithers/Kyra much better pairing tbh.

"He's actually quite good at this stuff." Smithers' little snort lmao

Time for Alex to be blacked up/ dunked in a teabag bath/ gussied up. Although he still looks exactly like Alex afterwards, which feels less useful lol.

"You love him, don't you?" Yassen loves him more. I have to say Alex had far more chemistry with Syl, and frankly for that matter with Tom. I really don't get the Kyra agenda.

"It's a dry hole." Alex's worst nightmare.

Is Alex going to look through Mrs Jones' knicker drawer?

Episode 7 - The Shot

Mrs Jones and her tall murderous hobbit son lol. Otto really looks about 58 here.

Hope they bill him for her fucked up fridge.

Is that Bath? Oh, it is.

Mrs Jones casually throwing Alex back into play lol. Maybe she can have a little revenge for him trying to shoot her.

"Everyone breaks into houses." Jack's face lol

Ewww put him down, you don't know where he's been (Yassen's bed, almost certainly)

"Remember they can't hurt you unless you invite them in." "That's vampires."

Yassen arguing in favour of going to rescue Alex MY HEART

"Sit down. I'm going to tell you a story. About your friend, John Rider." HOLY PLOTHOLE TIMELINE PATCHING BATMAN

"John was embedded inside Scorpia for three years." Not the only thing he was embedded in by the sounds of it.

Alex seems to be hallucinating again lol.

Yassen, maybe psychoanalysing your insane boss isn't the safest thing to be doing?

"It's quite mad Julia." Yassen really gives no shits omfg

"I know my place." Yes, at Alex's side.

I like how Julia thought telling Yassen she'd killed John would do anything other than piss him off lol.

Episode 8 - Invisible Sword

"But you do owe me a new fridge." LOLLLLLL

Crawley feeling like a spare part during this lift convo, hahaha

"Smithers, you can do me some kind of tracker, right?" "Yeah, if you promise to keep it on you this time."

Alex is like ohshit I'm gonna die fr

"Not for the agents. They undid their seatbelts." Eyyyyyyyy 👉

Aww they've given him a little baby assassin outfit, how cute.

Where's Yassen, has he just fucked off to the pub?

"For the head of Scorpia, you're a really bad liar."

Laughing at all the other Scorpia agents having to listen to this convo about their boss like we are not paid enough for this shit 😬

"Everyone else is getting what they want, let me have my cereal."

Protecting his boy to the last. Yassen really is purely on Alex's side, we love to see it.🥰

And OMG HE LIVESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌 (I voted yes in that poll, I had faith lol)

Well that was - far more fanservice than I dared hope for, after the meagre pickings we got in the first two series. Yalex supremacy to the motherfucking end, let's go.

#alex rider #alex rider spoilers #alex rider season 3 #yalex

[chipchopclipclop]

love ur baldurs gate 3 oc so much. idk anything about the game but i genuinely likes him. i wish hes a real character bc i would buy the game for him

thank you anon i know this message is weeks old but ily and also im going to use this ask as an excuse to dump information about him now (swagdor lore (swaglore)) for anyone who cares

general stuff;

hes 49 years old as of game time

necromancy wizard, learned scholar, heavy interest in the boundaries between life and death and undeath, researching different types of resurrection unrelated to god worship (just not a big fan of asking for favours yknow)

stoic even keeled personality, reacts neutrally or stone faced to most things (this does not mean hes uncaring, hes got a curious nature). he used to be very showy and loud when he was younger, he finds that now very embarrassing

used to be a leader of an adventuring band in his 20s, fell apart when his group were defeated in battle leaving him lone survivor, wasnt a necromancer back then

has a distinct lack of self regard, half of him believes he'll be more of use untethered to the chain of mortality (undead in some fashion, or just thinking his corpse more functionally useful) the other half is just still struggling with survivors guilt (lol)

wanders around looking for old crypts and tombs to help his arcane pursuits, do-good's alot accidentally while he does, though most people get scared of him when he reveals the necromancy magic so hes got a mixed reputation (has some sort of misnomer like The Specter of so-and-so that wyll probably recognizes and laughs about)

will go along with just about anything if it amuses him, and has a weird sense of humour. hard to catch off guard or fluster, he yes-and's people alot to see how far they'll go with something or out bluff them (sometimes this causes them to try and beat the shit out of him)

truthful about his feelings when asked, but rarely volunteers his thoughts on things of his own accord, this gives him a weirdly mysterious image at first to most people

treats his raised corpses with care befitting living beings outside combat, and used to even raise some for company even if they were functionally just puppets.

he likes skeletons more than zombies (smell…)

his fake in game quest line is called 'The Wandering Necromancer' and involves inquiring about his old adventuring days of times past and learning why he's so into skeletons. He eventually reveals his past and you can bring up his groups old misadventures (oh my god you were the backstreet boys???) and he is very embarrassed by it. He reveals his group was felled by a lich, and he never found their bodies so hes always been curious on a way to speak with them again somehow.

plot continues BLAH BLAH eventually you find out that lich is still around and swagdor's old friends are now in its undead service so you go to kill it <3 but on the way he considers if he should take the lich's place so he can have his old companions around again (even if they're in his undead service) and try to give them some semblance of new twisted life again. You either help him with the preparations (yay phylacterys) or go bro you need to Move On. Man. and instead choose to release their souls when the lich is killed.

swagdor is stronger as a lich but also becomes even more detached from concepts of mortality (his sense of danger is basically nill now regarding others... its okay if u die ill bring u back somehow :) <- unnerving smile) and also all his dead friends are talking to him in his ear so he's constantly got a sense of being away from everything.

unliched swagdor moves on properly and begins The Healing Process (better late than never king) and seems more present in current ongoings, finding a place he can really set his feet. He's also less obsessed with death but sees his necromancy instead as a means to help and speak with wayward souls of the dead.

useless trivia corner: his names swagdor bc i based him off an old div2 oc i made when i was playing that game with aqua, where i used one of the randomly generated names they gave me and put the word swag into it (lol) i now am using his div2 swagdor's adventures as a semi basis for his new bg3 versions background thats why his younger versions outfit is based off that one captain armour set i never took off in that game

#chitter chatter #anonymous #swagdor <3

[minotaur-asterion]

The voices, and when they watch scary movies:

Hero can handle a bit of spook, but most psychological horror movies carry the risk of having to pause to calm themself down. Or, if someone else is there, Hero might lean against them for comfort

Stubborn is partial to the Alien and Predator franchises, or just monster movies in general. It does some CocoMelon shit to them. Absolutely absorbed for the entire runtime. Grinning and clapping at deaths

Paranoid can’t watch, but she can’t look away. Constantly rambling about what the characters should be doing to survive. Can’t sleep afterwards, although she feels a little better if someone’s keeping watch for her while she lays down

Broken can only watch scary movies with someone else to hold onto and snuggle. Mostly so it can bury its face in their chest when it’s scared. Has a deep appreciation for practical effects and older horror movies

Hunted doesn’t truly understand the television. “Why are we watching them suffer? We have to help.” Shocked and appalled that anyone would watch this kind of stuff for fun. Same guy who watches birds on the tv thinking they’re real

Opportunist loves slashers! He just keeps talking and talking for the entire movie about useless and random trivia about everything from the actors and directors to the kooky dialogue. It’s more fun to watch with friends because of that!

Cheated screams at everything. I mean everything. Even when there’s no actual spooky things happening, he squeals in terror. Prefers watching horror movies alone

Cold watches quietly the entire time, intently. Doesn’t miss a detail. At the end he sits there for a few minutes thinking about everything and goes about his day as normal. This is also unironically his idea of Netflix and chill

Skeptic likes to throw out theories while watching the movie, he’s very engaged. Especially likes movies involving serial killers and detectives- including Saw. Doesn’t always watch the traps when they activate though

Contrarian loves shitty horror movies! Shitty CGI! Shitty fake blood! Shitty characters who die shitty, shitty deaths! He also makes sure to hold onto someone who looks scared if he thinks it’ll help calm them down

Smitten- oh goodness. By the time the movie’s over he’s trembling. But he’s brave! He only hides under the blanket once he’s alone! He prefers romantic movies over that *torture porn* the others insist on watching

Doubting has trouble focusing on movies, and it has to be a very specific kind of movie to keep his attention. Other than that, he’ll just watch quietly and then go back to whatever project he’s working on after

Flinching doesn’t like scary movies. Please hold her. Feels so bad for all the characters all the time even if she doesn’t like them

I think Meek would rather die than watch a scary movie, and die she probably would- heart attack as soon as she sees a knife

Obsessed doesn’t know what a movie is :^(

#slay the princess #slay the princess headcanons

[theharecares]

About me

Welcome to my nonhuman space! You can call me Randi. I'm new to the community as a whole and still trying to pinpoint some specifics, but in general terms, I'm deitykin and my theriotype (?) is a hare (lepus townsendii)

Slightly more about me here

Fun facts below cut

Age: 17

I'm an INFP, a cancer, and I have green eyes

Pronouns: they/it

I enjoy art of all kinds, I do performance arts and I draw. I admire musical talent greatly. I like pretentious writing and things written in pre modern english. I love typing quirks, its like a treat for my eyes. I love songs that make no sense and songs that tell stories. I like having plants and animals to tend to. I love spring and summertime, it makes me feel very alive. My favorite scent is sweet pea, I also like citrus. I like knowing things, everything, gossip, trivia, anything but math really. I only don't like math because I don't know how to read it.

I was raised in a very sheltered christian household. I've been exposed to enough public schooling to not totally live under a rock but I still feel pretty disconnected. Social media keeps me in the loop pretty well but other than that I'm not very involved with most people in my peer group. This isn't a pity brag but it did shape how I see myself and my nonhumanity. I've been treated like an animal, I've been treated like I'm not really there, I feel like I don't quite belong with people but I'm allowed to stay and play pretend for awhile.

I don't have many DNI criteria. I don't like apologetics or evangelism. There's the basics, too, of course, no phobes or zoos or anti's. Just don't hate too loud. I am a singlet and will not engage in syscourse. As long as you aren't hurting me or anything else, feel free to do you. I don't feel the need to go in depth here because anyone who wants to be rude won't read this anyway.

I'm always looking for friends, start a conversation with me in any way you see fit, I'd love to talk.

#about myself #alterhuman #nonhuman #alterkin #otherkin #otherkin community #rabbit therian #therian #therian community #therianthropy #wolf theriotype #otherkin safe #kintype #otter therian #otherkin stuff #wolfkin #reptile therian #rodentkin #robotkin #deer therian #therian tips #cryptidkin #kin things #dietykin #demonkin #divinekin #angelkin #godkin #deitykin #vampirekin

[moltz23]

Three Houses Trivia (& Analysis): How the writers roadblocked a Revelation-like route with impunity.

It’s no secret by now that Three Houses has no Golden Ending/Route where everyone lives and/or the big conflict is solved without the involved factions taking huge casualties, much to the chagrin of fans. IS & KT were even asked about it in a developer interview back in 2020, mainly because a previous entry in the series did feature one: Fire Emblem Fates:

In all four routes the player can go through, each story ends with Fódlan at peace, yet somehow there’s still this air of sadness. In Fire Emblem Fates, Revelation served as the all-encompassing “route” that wrapped up the games’ story. Was there any reason you didn’t make something like Revelation again?

Kusakihara: If we had created a route for Three Houses like Revelation was to Fates, that route would have definitely ended up being perceived as the “correct” route. In Three Houses, each route is its own history, and we wanted players to be able to decide that for themselves. In this game, the leaders of the three houses have their own unwavering beliefs and worldviews that are unique to themselves. We wanted to model the story and its themes after a dilemma that was grounded in reality, so from the beginning there were never any plans to make something like Revelation.

Yokota: I actually really love the big all-encompassing finales, but Kusakihara-san was so passionate about not including it we decided not to go with it. I also felt like we might just end up doing the same thing we did in Fates… I was pretty worried about it, so from the beginning I had decided I’d just go along with Kusakihara-san’s decision.

From a writing standpoint, I haven’t seen much talk about the specific decisions made for this purpose, which is why I wanna tackle the topic here.

To make things more interesting though, the focus will lie in how the Silver Snow route (the first story written for 3H) handles the conflict. After all, if there were truly no plans to make a definitive story branch, then we should be seeing some cues of it on this path alone.

Oh, and I know this is a given, but there will be spoilers for Three Houses (and almost none for Revelation).

With the introduction out of the way, let’s set the relevant context:

Fire Emblem Fates, and Revelation

Fates' artwork was something else man...

Fire Emblem Fates was released back in 2015 in Japan, and 2016 internationally for the 3DS. One aspect marketing made sure everyone would know about was its branching story. And while before Three Houses, Fire Emblem was no stranger to the idea (given games like Binding Blade and Sacred Stones had branching paths which converge later), no game beforehand had previously based its entire narrative on this idea.

Fates was advertised with two main routes which, unless you had the Special Edition, Korean, or Digital version of the game, were sold in separate cartridges: Birthright, in which Corrin supports the Japanese-inspired Hoshido opposing Nohr’s invasion; and Conquest, where instead Corrin’s loyalty falls to the Western-themed Nohr seeking to invade Hoshido. A third path, Revelation, was also announced ahead of time, but not much was said about it beyond being a third option where Corrin sides with no one, and players would need to pay for it sometime after Birthright & Conquest’s launch unless they got the Special Edition (good luck getting it through legal means nowadays, given the E-Shop’s dead and all).

Either way, regardless of the story chosen/bought, the plot’s main goal always lies in finding a way to end the war between the 2 main factions. Of the three stories, Revelation is the only one where by the end, the solution reached allows both sides to come out relatively unscathed, while also directly dealing with the main source driving the war. This is why in the developer interview quoted, the devs talk about Revelation being perceived as the correct path.

In contrast, Three Houses has no such solution, nor were the developers - by their admission - interested in making it happen. As a matter of fact, I dare say that if one analyzes all the key pieces and the nature of their involvement with the game’s conflict, we can find instead three roadblocks complicating the possibility of a Revelation-like route ever happening.

These, for those wondering, are the following:

1. Edelgard: Agency, and Rise to Power

She who commands her crimson destiny.

Silver Snow’s starting point from a story perspective is the conflict between Byleth and Edelgard (according to the game’s director), with the latter going from a big ally and deuteragonist during the first half of the story, to a major antagonist. Edelgard’s character, and her circumstances in which she assumes this role, is the story’s first identifiable roadblock.

As a quick backstory recap: In Imperial Year 1174, Thales (post body-snatching Lord Arundel) leaves the Kingdom along with Edelgard, and establishes a public partnership with the Adrestian Prime Minister Ludwig von Aegir under his Arundel disguise. With the assistance of House Vestra, Ludwig – in secret – had Edelgard and her siblings captured, and allowed his Agarthan partners to experiment on the Hresvelg children for the sake of, in Edelgard’s own words, “create a peerless emperor to rule Fodlan”, all while the actual Emperor was unable to do anything due to previously losing a power struggle vs Ludwig and the Adrestian nobility 3 years prior.

With only these events at hand, it’s clear Edelgard was intended in-universe to be a puppet emperor/super soldier hybrid meant to have the Empire wage war and conquer Fódlan. In any other instance, this context gives the narrative an easy way out for defusing the war; first by rescuing Edelgard, and then by spending the rest of the story dealing with Ludwig + Thales & their allies. That way, Edelgard is able to rise to power at the end and bring official closure to the conflict.

It’s right here however, where Edelgard’s own agency in the story shows the cracks with the idea, as the Black Eagles Route’s first half establishes:

Edelgard has her own bone to pick with the Church - one of the enemies she would inevitably face during the Empire’s conquest - and the social system it helped cultivate in Fodlan under Rhea’s leadership. Also-

Edelgard has been in talks with some of Ludwig’s own allies behind his back to ensure she reaches the Imperial throne on her own terms (which leads to her surprise coup from Ch. 11). And it’s all but stated this is possible because-

Edelgard has no qualms with waging war as long it’s a means to an end (see point 1), to the point she even assumes a secret persona - the Flame Emperor - to stage attacks against the Church before her coronation.

At many points in Part 1 of Black Eagles, Edelgard is even seen testing the waters with Byleth, confiding a bit on her ideology and plans for the future to see if they would be willing to stand by her side once the time comes, before finally relenting and continuing her plans as previously established before Byleth came into the picture.

These facts flip our understanding of the conflict and the key players driving it on its head. And this is considering only how Edelgard factors into everything, because with our other two parties involved, it gets even more complicated:

2. TWSITD: Scheming Outside Their Comfort Zone

Credit to sageofanys for their interpretation of Cleobulus btw.

In the context of Fire Emblem, “those who slither in the dark” stand out like a sore thumb due to how alien they are. For the sake of this post however, I will only focus mainly on how the group’s used in the narrative they were originally created for, as it showcases our second roadblock.

The group assumes the role of the puppeteers behind the scenes, having already infiltrated the antagonistic faction of the story (the Empire) and using them to achieve their goals, while also playing a noticeable role in the backstory of some key players of the conflict. And given the archetype they follow, it appears there’s a clear cut way to stop them: just deal with them directly - while avoiding their puppets as much as possible - and bingo. Problem solved.

…Which would be a viable solution, if it wasn’t for Three Houses complicating the slitherers’ job, forcing them to work outside their comfort zone:

Remember when I mentioned Edelgard did some deals behind Duke Aegir’s back? Well, the Agarthans were part of those deals too due to utilitarian (manpower, assets and tech) and practical reasons (Edelgard is not in a position to get rid of them normally), foreshadowed and implied midway through Part 1. This results in-

Having the puppeteers lose much of their agency in the story once Edelgard assumes the Imperial throne. As mentioned earlier, the “puppet” in question gets control of the Empire once she assumes the antagonist role, and has her own reasons to wage war and conquer. This begs the question: How much control do the slitherers even have in the story once the war starts? Their uncertain input is even compromised further because-

Their success is entirely dependent on Edelgard winning. The slitherers have no trump-card nor a “revive this ancient evil” button freely available which could potentially make the need of a war pointless, meaning that once Edelgard and her Empire is taken care of, they have no choice but go into hiding to scheme again in the future, which is what happens in the story. Lastly-

They are acting on borrowed time. In spite of all their bravado, smugness, hi-tech toys, and hubris (heck, partly because of it), Edelgard, thanks to their established alliance with TWISTD and her own spies (ie. Hubert.) eventually gains the info needed to get rid of the group once their assistance is no longer needed, proven through Hubert leaking Shambhala’s location to Byleth after him & Edelgard are hit with a sudden case of death. Meaning that by the end, any potential win the slitherers gain is bound to become a pyrrhic victory.

So to wrap up this part, TWSITD’s purpose in Silver Snow’ main plot can be summed up as the following:

Remove Jeralt from the story, which leads to Byleth fusing with Sothis while also (unintentionally?) foiling Rhea’s plan for them in the process, which would otherwise never happen without their involvement.

Give Edelgard the means to remove Rhea from the story between Chapter 13 and 19.

Wound Rhea lethally near the end of the story, unwillingly setting her up as the Final Boss.

And speaking of which-

3. Rhea: Snow in the Crimson Gardens

Not so immaculate as she wants you to think.

All I have covered so far comes from the antagonist-side of things. But because Three Houses' story is not done throwing wrenches at our understanding of how the war happens, it seems natural it would add one last, final roadblock within the main supporting roster of characters. And who else to give it than Rhea: Archbishop of the Church of Seiros; leader of Fódlan’s main religion; and Byleth’s boss for all of Part 1.

Within the narrative, Rhea’s role in the plot is very straightforward:

In the Academy Arc, she gives Byleth missions in the story for them & their class to do, while also delivering exposition whenever necessary.

Then in the War Arc of Silver Snow, she has to be rescued from the Empire, delivers one final piece of exposition the story teased late into Part 1 (what is Byleth and what’s up with their mom), and then becomes the Final Boss though circumstances beyond her control.

None of this is really a problem for writing a definitive 3H route. The crux at hand however, comes when we learn about Rhea’s character, painting a different looking picture:

She’s quite secretive, being her reasons for hiring Byleth as a teacher the best example of it in the story, as her vague justification for it puzzles Seteth (her right hand man), Jeralt, and even Edelgard.

As the story goes on, it’s also clear Rhea’s preparing and testing Byleth for something, later revealed to be their status as Sothis’ new vessel - with having them sitting on Sothis’ Throne the intended final step - which, not only doesn’t pan out as planned, it’s also something she kept everyone in the dark about on purpose up until it was too late.

Her answer against insurrections and direct threats against her authority is execution.

She is willing to cover-up truths if it means safeguarding the reputation of Crests and Nobility.

The last two points in particular stand out a lot considering that in Black Eagles’ story, these facets of Rhea’s character are often highlighted right next to Edelgard’s in adjacent events, further showcasing their differences.

Take Chapter 3, for example:

“Even if our enemies are the gods themselves... we must never lose sight of our goal. [...] Really, I'm just like Lonato. I, too, will be the sort of ruler who's willing to risk the lives of my citizens in service of a higher cause. It's not possible to change the world without sacrifice. Dying for the greater good is not a death in vain.” - Edelgard in A Harsh Reality

“I heard some of the students were...hesitant about fighting militia. However, we must punish any sinner who may inflict harm upon believers, even if those sinners are civilians. I pray the students learned a valuable lesson about the fate that awaits all who are foolish enough to point their blades towards the heavens.” - Rhea in Report: Garland Moon

And Chapter 5:

“I have already heard Gilbert's report about what happened. See to it that you keep what transpired at the tower to yourself. People would lose faith in the nobles should rumors spread of one using a Relic and transforming into a monster. All regions of Fódlan would fall into chaos. We must avoid that at all costs.” - Rhea in The Lance of Ruin 

“People believe Crests are blessings from the goddess, that they're necessary to maintain order in Fódlan. But the people are wrong. Crests are to blame for this brutal, irrational world we live in. Their power is granted only to a select few, whom we elevate and allow to rule the world. Have you ever wondered if the only way to create a truly free world is to dispense with the goddess and the Crests?” - Edelgard in Crests: The Good and the Bad

The more the plot progresses, the more it becomes clear that both Edelgard and Rhea are not on the same wavelength, are up to their own devices, and that neither is willing to show their cards before their plans have reached completion. This ultimately causes tension, telegraphing to the player that both sides will eventually crash against each other, but without making certain when and how it will happen (one can guess Edelgard will throw the first stone, but…?).

Thus, with these 3 roadblocks set in stone, the seeds of Fodlan’s main conflict are allowed to blossom unopposed, setting the blazes of war loose.

… And all this is just as far as it goes in Silver Snow. Due to my self-imposed restriction, I deliberately didn’t cover stuff like:

Edelgard’s beef with the Nabateans and their involvement in Fódlan (which Silver Snow hints at but never elaborates upon).

The circumstances in which Dimitri’s rage and madness is unleashed towards Edelgard and the Empire.

The complicated relationship between the Alliance and the Empire.

What’s up with the TWSITD’s “Javelins of Light”.

What’s up with Nemesis coming back only in Verdant Wind.

And all the stuff that Warriors: Three Hopes shows, elaborates upon and makes clear with little room for ambiguity (like the fact Duke Aegir and Thales have history together), plus how the war happens in its timeline.

As a conclusion of sorts, I wanna say that: while I appreciate and see the potential of an hypothetical Revelation-like route in Three Houses, to me, it’s abundantly clear that’s simply not the kind of story IS and KT ever intended to write. Considering the sort of roadblocks at play, a major rewrite is required to even start entertaining such an idea, which would need to drastically shake the foundation of its story, lore, and characters as it currently is, to the point it’s worth raising the question if it would be far more practical to just start from scratch and create a whole new universe altogether…

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