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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - No Way Home

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Summary: A sorcerer casts a spell to help a boy get into college, and you end up with a chance to see the love of your life in another universe again. | Takes place during Spider Man: No Way Home.

Warnings: (+18), explicit content and language, detailed smut, fingering (both), oral (r giving), mainly top!reader, angst with happ(ish) ending, a lot of easter eggs, really fluff, a bunch of magic, and some domestic cabin!Wanda. || Words: 8.762k

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It was a very odd thing that the memory of young Peter Parker first removing his spider mask popped into your head over coffee.

You put down the spoonful of sugar, blinking half confused at the sudden memory, and were turning to comment to your co-worker about that funny thing you just thought about when you noticed the cut in the line of reality behind you.

No one seemed to notice. People kept walking and talking, you saw someone pushing the mail cart. You frowned slightly at the three-dimensional slice in front of you. There was a colorful crack in the air as if someone had cut out a piece of a landscape and placed it in the center of your office commode.

Sighing, you left your coffee cup, ignoring your colleague's curious glance at the untouchable drink and approaching the crack.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" She asked, but you just forced a smile, watching the instability in front of you. It was growing larger until it became the size necessary for you to cross. And yet, no one around noticed anything strange.

"Yes, Louis, everything is fine." You assured her by taking another step forward. "I'll be back in five minutes, okay?"

"Where are you going? Our shift already started." She rationed but you didn't answer further, stepping inside the crack.

The second you arrived, you knew it was a different universe. You could feel her.

After almost six years, you could feel Wanda again. Her magic, miles, and miles from wherever you were but it was still here. You could also feel that whatever the hell it was that brought you, it was going to bring other things too.

Taking a deep breath, you raised your hands and began muttering blocking incantations. It wasn't your spell, and you honestly had no idea who was the idiot trying to break the multiverse, but with luck, you wouldn't have been the last one to arrive and could prevent, even if only briefly, other cracks from forming.

As soon as it stabilized, you took a deep breath and lowered your hands, your eyes returning to normal coloration.

Technically, the conditions of your conditional parole said that you should return home now. But in your defense, it wasn't you who opened the cracks and being able to feel that the spell was still in the air, you knew you would be given only a little time. And just one second with her was worth risking everything.

Portal spells were always difficult for you. But after a few attempts, stumbling between convenience stores and rocky mountains, you finally calculated right and ended up in a large open field. You noticed a small hut in the distance and chuckled to yourself as you realized that the magical presence had gotten much bigger here.

Wanda was inside.

She was studying, astrally speaking, but the second you stepped onto the grass, she stopped half a movement from preparing the tea and turned her face to the window. She saw your figure in the distance, looking around like a tourist, and moved quickly to close the bedroom door, before stepping out onto the balcony.

The smile on your face faltered when you first saw her.

"Are you lost?" That's what Wanda asked, her voice serious and almost hoarse from lack of use, just how long she had been speaking only mentally.

"I'm sorry, I..." You started half confused, a hand on your neck. "I'm looking for someone."

"You're in the wrong place, then. Only I live in this area, and the next town is two hours away." She quickly retorted as she crossed her arms. "If you came by foot, I suggest you start walking away soon."

You gave a clumsy sigh, watching her carefully. Wanda didn't like that.

Send her away, Wanda. Can't you feel her magic? She came here for you.

"I think you'd better leave." Wanda stated, but you smiled at her, your eyes twinkling.

"It's really you." You retorted with a gasping sigh, taking a step forward and Wanda's eyes immediately turned red. "Don't be scared! I am not going to hurt you in any way, I promise! I just..." You clarified very quickly and had to pause, feeling your heart racing and your chest full of emotion. "You're different from the Wanda I know."

"Excuse me?" She retorted suspiciously. "I don't know you."

You chuckled. "I am your wife."

Wanda stepped forward, now much more enraged and with scarlet magic shining on her hands. "I don't know what kind of joke you're trying to pull, but you're going to leave here immediately or I'm going to-"

"No, please listen to me!" You cut her off almost pleadingly, raising two hands in the air, but unlike hers, yours don't spear any magic. "Sorry for arriving suddenly, I came as soon as the crack happened. There is no easy way to say this, but judging by the illusion you put around, you must have known enough magic to have noticed the dimensional instability or to have sensed my magical nature. My name is Y/N L/N Maximoff, and I am from another universe."

From her expression, you thought that maybe Wanda was going to bewitch you. But she frowned slightly and asked:

"How did you realize it's an illusion?"

You smiled, so affectionately that she almost felt self-conscious. "I know all your tricks."

She bit the inside of her cheek, taken by surprise at your words.

Don't trust her. The voice in her head shouted.

"I know it's too much." You continued. "But if you can ignore the voices in your head, and let me talk to you for two seconds I would be very thankful."

Wanda swallowed dryly. She lowered her hands, her eyes returning to their normal coloration and the magic fading. You smiled at her as if she had given you the best gift, and moved closer.

"Is it okay if I come in?" You asked and she nodded, watching you intently take a step inside, a casual, relaxed posture as you took off your jacket. "It's a very lovely cottage, Wanda."

She hummed in agreement, following you inside. She twiddled her fingers as you looked around the room, and raised an eyebrow as you placed the jacket on the couch and stood quietly for a moment, smoothing the fabric.

"What is it?" she asked, and you sighed softly without looking at her.

"I'd like to see and talk to you in totality." You say, and for a moment, she doesn't understand. And then you look up, and she begrudgingly lets out a sigh.

"I'm studying, and I can hold a conversation while I do that don't worry." She says, but you smile as you put your hands in your pockets.

"Please, I won't ask for anything else." You insist.

"Why does that make a difference to you?"

You shrug. "It's you, Wanda." You retort as if it's obvious, "I want to see who you are completely."

Perhaps because she was too impacted by the sudden sincerity and affection, Wanda agreed, looking away from you and deciding that she would resume the tea she never finished. Her astral projection floated out of the room, and you watched it return to its physical form as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. Wanda realized that it had been a good thing to be handling hot water because she could blame the steam for the way her face was warming.

"What are you doing in this universe anyway?" Wanda asked, deciding that starting a conversation would make things less awkward.

"I have no idea." You say with a short laugh, putting your hands in your pockets. "Someone here is either breaking the rules or cleaning up in the worst possible way. Either way, I wanted to see you before I go."

Okay, things were awkward again. Wanda definitely didn't know how to react to the way you were looking at her or the rising tension. She cleared her throat and busied herself with getting two cups from the cupboard.

"You didn't recognize me when you arrived." She says as she brings the cups to the countertop. You give a small smile as you approach the other end, your hands laid out on the marble.

"No, I didn't."

"Was I much different in your universe?" She asks curiously and thinks that for the sake of her poor heart, she will ignore the way you are looking at her and focus on not knocking over the teapot.

"You were." You say affectionately, putting your hands together on the countertop, and twining your fingers together.

"How so?"

You give a breathless chuckle. "Your hair was different. It used to be curly. Your eyes were dark, like your skin. You had... You had freckles from your shoulders to your ribs."

Wanda swallowed dryly. The way you talk, the way you're affected. "I'm sorry to disappoint." She tries to joke, but you smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You are stunning in any universe."

She smiles shyly, but the surprise at the compliment takes her attention away from what she is doing, and she ends up burning herself with the hot water. You're at her side faster than it happened, and Wanda feels her face catch fire when your hands are in hers - a golden magic carries the teapot away - while your warm touch turns cold, and relieves the burn until the discomfort goes away completely. Wanda shifts her gaze from her fingers covered with yours to your eyes, your face close to hers.

"There. Better isn't it?" You ask gently, and she swallows dryly, before nodding. Your hand caresses hers, and your smile is almost sad now. "Have a seat, Wanda. I'll make our tea."

She goes into the living room, mentally whispering to herself to get it together, and you busy yourself with the task of serving tea to them for the next few minutes.

When Wanda sits down, something in the back of her mind is screaming at her to send you away, but she sees you prepare the tea exactly as she likes it, without any questions asked, and she pushes the voices away, matching the small smile you flash her.

You moved very comfortably around the kitchen, not guessing where things were, but letting out a contented sigh whenever you found them, and Wanda caught herself smiling as she watched the scene. She played with the loose threads of her sweatshirt, a little uneasy - the lack of dark hold was already getting to her - and you, as if reading her thoughts - were approaching her with a tray.

After placing the item on the little table in the room, you took the seat in front of her.

"Here you go, little witch." You said, and as you leaned over to pick up the cup of tea, Wanda asked with a curious expression:

"Little witch?"

You blushed, for the first time all morning, and Wanda didn't want to admit that she loved it more than she should have.

"Sorry, I.... used to call you that." You clarify as you lean over to pick up your cup. "I don't mean to make things weird, Wanda. I know that all of this is, well, weird."

She laughed weakly, finishing a sip. "Don't worry about it, I'm used to that."

You nod as you drink. After a moment, you ask: “You didn't recognize me when I arrived either. Haven't we met in this universe?"

Wanda presses her lips together for a moment, trying to remember any similar faces, but nothing comes to mind. "No, I don't think so."

"What a shame." You say, and she sips her tea because she prefers to think she is imagining the flirtatious tone in your speech. "How old are you?"

Wanda almost laughs. This feels like a date. When you laugh, she feels her face heat up, realizing she has spoken aloud.

"Unfortunately I have to disagree." You say as you return the tea to the tray. "We were terrible at dates."

"How so?"

You smile, looking away almost nostalgically. "Well, they all ended in complete disaster. I asked you the first time, and you thought I was threatening you. I said I was going to take you out at such a place and time, and you understood it was a fight." You recount making her chuckle as well. "We ended up in a duel and our friends had to break us up. But the second time, well, there wasn't much talking."

It was starting to get embarrassing how easily you could make her blush.

"These friends, were they the Avengers?" Wanda decides to ask, and you hesitate, making her almost regret saying anything. "You don't have to tell me if you can't."

You give a short laugh, shaking your head. "It's not that." You say. "I can tell you, I just... it's hard. Sorry, I always think it will get easier but, it never does."

Wanda frowns as she watches your disturbance. You push your hair back, twist your fingers in your lap, and look away.

"You lost me, didn't you?" she deduces and you don't look at her, taking a deep breath. When you nod, Wanda sighs and returns the teacup to the tray. "Listen, if you came here to try to kidnap me or something like that I-"

"Jesus, Wanda." You cut in with a nervous laugh, raising your gaze to her. "Always jumping to the worst possibilities, in any universe apparently, aren't you."

Wanda stands up with an annoyed grimace. "Well, excuse me for not trusting an unknown witch from another universe who showed up in my garden!"

But you just bit back a smile, looking at her as if seeing her annoyed was the most fun thing in the world. "I already introduced myself, so technically we're not strangers anymore." You stated, making her let out an indignant sigh. "Why don't you do the same?"

The redhead bites her tongue. She could curse you out and continue her studies, but this was too weird for her to ignore.

"You already know my name. What else do you want to know?" She asks, and you gesture for her to sit down as you say:

"Anything you want to tell me."

"You sound like a therapist." She begrudgingly retorted as she sat down and you chuckled lightly.

"It's funny because you wish I had become one." You counters. "You used to say I was a good listener, but I know it was only because you thought I looked hot in a suit jacket."

Wanda chuckles short, rolling her eyes. "You keep saying 'you,' but it wasn't me." She says then, and your smile falters, but she continues. "I just mean that your Wanda and I are not the same person."

You frown slightly. "I don't think that's true." You say. "You had different appearances, but you are the same multiversal cosmic equivalence. It's like that coin saying. You just have to imagine that the coin has infinitely reflected faces."

"That doesn't make the slightest sense." Wanda mumbles making you smile.

"No really, it's the strangest thing in the world." You agree. "But that's how it is. You sound different and look different from the Wanda I knew, but you are the daughter of the same people, have the same absolute points in your timeline, and drink tea the same way. I want to know you because I knew every part of my Wanda, and you are just an extension of that."

Wanda sighed, running her hand over her eyes. "All right, Miss L/N, where do I start?"

You smiled, crossing your legs. "Start by calling me by your last name, after all, I proudly took Maximoff in marriage." You tease, and Wanda gives a short laugh with warm cheeks before you start counting.

If this was a date, it was the best and most different one Wanda had ever been on. Telling about her life to her other-dimensional wife made her feel so comfortable as if she had known you for years. Well, for you, that was true. And that made Wanda really sad.

"[...] anyway, we ended up going our separate ways after Thanos, and now I live here." She concluded the story. You just looked at her with an expression she didn't understand, and then sighed.

"If I make lunch will you tell me about Westview?"

The question hung in the air for a while. Wanda swallowed dryly a few times, trying to decide what to do next. The voices came back. Yelling, cursing, begging her to send you away. But you were the first person after so long that Wanda had felt such an immediate and sudden connection, and she couldn't throw it away like that.

When she nodded, you smiled, and as you stood up you carried the tea tray - now with empty cups and no cookies - into the kitchen.

Wanda also got up to occupy the chair on the countertop as she watched you move around the kitchen.

You did not hurry her at any time when she started. And talking about Westview out loud was an almost overwhelming experience. At no point did you interrupt her, or judge her, or criticize her. And when Wanda finished, it seemed as if a weight had lifted from her chest.

You had finished chopping the vegetables - the attitude of continuing to cook normally throughout the conversation was the main reason Wanda was so comfortable - and you threw the ingredients into the pot before approaching.

Golden magic turned the chair so that Wanda's body was facing yours. You smiled as you reached out a hand to her cheek, and the witch held her breath as you approached. But you kissed her forehead, and the hand went up to her hair smoothing the strands between your fingers, and almost making her melt against you.

"I'm so proud of you for letting them go, sweetheart." You whispered before pulling away to look into her face, and Wanda choked softly, the impact of your words leaving her with no reaction. "You did good to end the suffering. You were always good." Your last line was almost melancholy, and then you turned back to the kitchen, and the golden magic turned Wanda's chair around.

Her heart kept beating very fast for the entire time the food was cooking. It's a good thing that you decide to tell about your life in the meantime because Wanda is kept busy paying attention to the story and laughing at your jokes instead of that.

She is impressed to hear about everything. There were many more avengers, and many more fights as well in your universe. And even a different kind of human, fighting for civil rights. She laughed when you told her about the Falcon actually being able to talk to animals in your world, but wanted to cry when you told her that the fight between Tony and Steve had ended up much worse than in this world.

'[...] In the end, I think we all need to hold on to what we still have and move on." You concluded as you shrugged, and finalized the last of the seasoning as well, smiling at the two ready plates you served. "Here you go, Mrs. Maximoff." You said as you pushed the item on the countertop in front of the redhead.

"Thank you, Mrs. Maximoff." Wanda joked back and missed the way you looked at her because she was drooling over her food. You moved to stand in front of her, busy with your own meal. When she tasted it, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, and it was your second time blushing that day, the sound was familiar but it had been a long time since you heard it.

"Mmm, this is delicious." Wanda praises, and you smile.

"Well, someone had to get decent in the kitchen in this relationship." You joke, and Wanda laughs lightly, frowning.

"Your Wanda can't cook?" She asks.

"You can?" You retort with incredulity and surprise, causing her to laugh as you shrug.

"I think so." She says. "I try to. Well, I fixed a dish once when Vis..." But she cuts herself off mid-sentence, turning her gaze back to the food. You watch her, and Wanda sighs. "Sorry. I took Vision out of the story, because it's... well, it's hard to talk about it." She explains, and you nod in understanding. So far, you hadn't heard the name, since Wanda had told the story by only mentioning the word partner.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I think I'd like to know about them." You confess sincerely, and Wanda hesitates. She swallows dryly, but then nods and tells you about Vision.

You remain silent when she finishes. Wanda almost laughs at the thought of thinking you were jealous for a second. Two casual comments about the food later, she starts to worry that she has messed things up, but you don't seem angry. She is no longer hungry.

"What's he like in your world?" Wanda decides to ask then, because of all the possibilities, the one that maybe Vision has become a villain in your universe, and that's why you've been so quiet about the story, makes the most sense.

You finish chewing, and your magic moves around to serve you both some juice.

"Vision does not exist in my world." You declare then, and Wanda widens her eyes slightly.

"Oh." That's less worse than I expected, she almost says. "That's... okay."

You smile short, waiting for the juice and taking a long sip as soon as you serve it before speaking again.

"The mind stone, that goes in his head in this world, it is mine." You continue. "I absorbed it during a very difficult fight. It saved my life and turned me into a very powerful kind of mage. And that happened before anyone in my world thought to create a synthezoid to carry it."

Wanda stares at you for a moment. "How old are you?"

"Why do you ask?" you return, a little surprised at the sudden topic change.

"Because you sound so wise about everything. But you don't look that much older than me."

You give her a short smile. "I'm probably no more than five years older than you."

Wanda doesn't know if she likes how casual you are about everything. She leaves her fork on her plate and stares at you. "Five years? You weren't blipped?"

Your smile falters. "There was no blip in my universe."

Wanda doesn't miss her rhythm. "But you did talk about Thanos." She insists, and you sigh, dropping your fork onto your plate.

She thought you might have hit a nerve - the Darkhold voices screaming that you were lying, and it was going to hurt her - and Wanda was trying to figure out what you were hiding.

Your expression became sad, however, and Wanda regretted pressing it.

"I did. He... The mad titan came into my world same as here." You count, your fingers tugging at the loose threads of the plate duck. "He wanted the stones, and he did everything he could to get them. The battle was very different from what happened in your world. We didn't have Steve, we lost Tony in the middle, and so many others. With Thor's hammer, Natasha gave us some advantage, but it was tough. I was shaken by the deaths, I missed my punches. Somehow I think...I think I could have saved you like you saved me."

Wanda reached out for your anxious fingers on the countertop, looking at you with care. "I'm sure you did everything you could."

You sighed, forcing a smile. "No, Wanda, you did everything you could." You said. "Thanos wanted the stone, but it no longer existed in its original form. You didn't let him hurt me no matter the price."

Wanda sighed sadly, nodding. "That's how you lost me."

"The first time, yes." You declare, and Wanda frowns in confusion. You swallow the lump in your throat, pulling your hand away and standing up. "Let me wash our dishes."

Wanda wasn't going to push you to speak. She watched your back in silence, a nervous tension between the two of you. She was considering ending this, but then risked one last question:

"How did you know about Westview?"

The second you asked, she saw the movement of your hands stop on the soapy plate. You stared at the window for a moment, your back tense, and then you went back to washing.

"I'm the one who made Westview in my world." You confess, and Wanda's eyes widen. She stands silently waiting for you to continue, and you sigh almost tearfully, and she understands why you wanted to stay on your back. "I'm sorry, it's hard to talk about this."

"I know." She says sincerely, rising from her seat. She reaches up to touch your shoulder, and you sigh, taking the soap from your hands and wiping it off before turning to her, your gaze hesitantly meeting hers. "Y/N, I'm probably the only person who can understand this. You can tell me if you feel comfortable. I won't judge you either way."

With a sigh and a nod, you beckon Wanda to follow you into the living room.

This time you sit side by side, and you cross one of your legs on the sofa so that your body is facing Wanda, who decides to do the same.

At first, it feels like listening to her own story. The pain, the fear, and the confusion you both shared about losing the one you loved. But then, you tell her about your magic.

"[...] by nature, chaos and order are different at their cores. Where yours causes disorder, mine reconciles it." You explain and move one of your hands to hers. You turn your palm and Wanda chokes in surprise as with a gentle touch on her palm, you stimulate her magic outward, raising a red thread that joins the golden one that is yours in the air. "Chaos imposes a lie upon truth. Order alters the truth."

Wanda frowns, but before she can ask you are continuing.

"People had lives before Westview, right? The chaos magic overwrites that, and the pain of subjugation remains because the truth wants to free itself." You say. "When you removed the chaos, order returned it. In my world, I was already order, Wanda. What I created for those people became their life. Their whole existence erased with a thought."

Wanda wanted to say I'm sorry, but it seemed so little for what you were saying to her. So she just kept listening.

"It's harder to tell that something is a lie if the truth itself has been rewritten." You say. "The five years that should have been the blip, were mine. At some point you needed to extend Hex, right? I did that too, but from the beginning. At the core of the timeline. Chaos Magic is easy to detect, it screams and clutters. Mine is subtle. It changes every little thing, like silent cancer eating you from the inside out. I was sinking my entire reality to rewrite the fates all at once, but no one could fix what was technically right."

"How did it end?" Wanda asked, watching as the magical threads danced in the air until they disappeared.

"Only Chaos overcomes order, as only order overcomes chaos." You said simply, and Wanda swallowed dryly. She entwined her hand with yours and offered you a comforting look.

"I'm truly sorry." She said sincerely. You gave her a weak smile, and your free hand went to her cheek, stroking the skin gently. Wanda resisted the urge to lean into the touch.

"Don't be. You, or she, my Wanda, if you prefer, helped me." You say. "Without your help, I wouldn't have freed anyone. You told me it was time to move on, and you used your magic to give those people back their freedom. I am grateful for that."

"What happened to you after that?" She asked genuinely concerned and curious. You smiled, your caresses slowing.

"A nosy witch with a dark book offered me help." You confessed and Wanda choked softly.

"Agatha?"

You smiled, nodding. "But as I said, my Westview was different from yours. After losing you twice, both times with you sacrificing yourself, I wasn't going to risk losing control again. Agatha was hurting herself and trying to hurt me because of the book, so I destroyed it."

It suddenly made sense in Wanda's head why the voices were so desperate to send you away. She swallowed dryly.

"You want to destroy mine too, don't you?" She asked and your touch stopped. Your gaze stopped on her lips for an instant, and Wanda was almost leaning in when you confessed:

"I would never let you continue to hurt yourself. Any version of you."

Wanda raises her hand to your forearm. "I think it's time for you to go."

Although you don't resist the gentle nudge she gives your arm, you don't get up when Wanda does.

"I mean it, Y/N." She insists beside the couch. "This was fun, but the book is all I have to understand myself and practice magic. I'm not going to let-"

You raised your hand in the air, and the bedroom door opened forcefully, making a loud noise. Wanda jumped in fright, in just enough time for the closed dark hold to fly into your hand. Your eyes were golden as hers were red.

"Give it back, I won't ask again."

She warns raising her glowing hands, but you smile sadly, running your fingers along with the cover.

"I've barely touched it and I can hear them." You say darkly, and Wanda frowns.

"Who?"

"My babies." You say in a weeping voice. You take a deep breath though, pushing the emotions away. "They were five when the spell broke. Twins like yours, but little girls. Do you realize how many times I've heard this damn book mimic their voices in my head?"

Wanda's eyes filled with tears, but she kept her hands up. "Y/N, please..."

"Your business is not learning about magic. If it were, you would go to the Kamar Taj or study with any other witch, Agatha herself would help you, I know well how she loves a mage project. No, you want to find your children." You say and stand up. Wanda is watching you intently, ready for a fight, but all you do is spin the book in your hands, and make it disappear on a golden thread.

She lets out an exclamation and advances against you, but you hold her wrists against your chest, and Wanda realizes that the red magic coming into contact with your body just doesn't work.

"Calm down, I just hid it." You clarify to the angry figure. "I'm on dimensional probation, I couldn't destroy something from another universe without getting in trouble."

Wanda shook her head in a mixture of anger and confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"We don't get away with things like that, Wanda." You retorted. "I almost destroyed my universe, and now I'm serving my sentence. My judgment was lessened because I cooperated, and I resisted the book before it could overpower me. I don't want you to go through the same path."

Wanda tried to fight your grip, but you just held her closer, until she sank her face against your neck. "Please, I just want my children back." She confessed tearfully, and you released her wrists to run your arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"I know." You whispered without letting go, and Wanda began to cry. "One day, it will get better. I promise." You say, stroking her back from top to bottom, the other arm around her neck keeping her in the embrace, and Wanda entwines her body in yours, wetting your shirt with tears.

Wanda was exhausted, not only emotionally speaking. You could feel the requisites of dark magic in her, and you sighed as you moved your face to the height of her ear.

"There is something I want to do that will make you feel better. May I?" You ask in a whisper, and Wanda takes a moment to nod, but you wait. As soon as you have permission, your hands are glowing golden. You leave one on her back at chest height, and the other at head height, and murmur the charms.

Wanda gasps softly at every sensation of your magic on her, the electric wires running through her entire body. She can feel you completely. She doesn't know what that is, but it makes her feel so much lighter than she was, and it also dispels the voices in her head.

"There you go, little witch." You warn as you give one last squeeze around her before easing off, and Wanda follows the cue by breaking the embrace and looking at your face, so close to hers.

"W-what did you do?" she asks in a voice hoarse with crying, and before she can move her hands to wipe her face, you are doing it, and she finds it impossible not to blush.

"A little trick I learned with you, actually." You crack a short smile. "Aurea cleansing, for witches who have messed with what they shouldn't have."

"I seem like a really cool person." She jokes, and you smile affectionately.

"You were." You say, and swallow dryly at the almost guilty look on her face. Sighing, you move your hands away. "Let's have a seat, Wanda. I'm going to tell you everything I know about the kind of witch you are."

Wanda knew that this was about you keeping the book. She hesitated, but found only tenderness and sincerity in your gaze, and she couldn't deny it. Then she nodded, and you both moved out onto the balcony.

It was hours of talking about magic. Not so surprisingly, you were great at teaching. Wanda took out a notebook - to which you made a sarcastic remark about how amazing it was not to be reading something cursed for a change - and enchanted a pen to write down all the concepts and spells you talked about with her.

As the sun was setting, two cups of hot chocolate floated over to you, and the notebook closed.

"[...] I know that's not everything, but it's already much more than that damn book could ever teach you." You say and Wanda sighs as she takes a sip, looking at the horizon for a moment.

"You know you have to give it back to me, don't you?" She says and you hesitate, seeming to be conflicted by your own decisions. Wanda offers you an assured look. "I don't say that ingratiatingly to your lessons. It's just that you said yourself that you can't destroy it. I imagine your sentence also includes not being able to take it home."

"So annoyingly smart." You muttered to yourself, and Wanda smiled, feeling her face heat up. After a sip of your drink, you spoke, "Stealing something from another reality breaks some dimensional laws, you're right. But it's you, Wanda. I would break them all to keep you safe."

Taken by surprise, Wanda can only stare at you for a moment. You offer her a corner smile and take a long sip as you stare into the sunset.

There, with the orange light on your face as you sip hot chocolate, so completely unaware of how charming you looked, Wanda realizes that any version of her would fall hopelessly in love with you.

"I don't want you to do that." Wanda then says, and you look at her with confusion. She doesn't flinch. "Don't risk yourself for me. You've been through a lot, and I wouldn't want you to throw it all away because of me. A broken version of your Wanda."

Your outrage was such that you knocked the hot drink onto the wood as you pushed the mug away, and approached the woman next to you. Your magic moved her mug away, and your hands went to hers.

"Don't talk about yourself like that ever again!" You practically command. "You are not broken! You are hurt, and you need help. And that help can be compassion and care and love. And I am more than willing to give you all of those." Wanda is thankful to be sitting up because suddenly her legs are shaking. "I told you before, but I'll tell you again and as many times as you need to believe it. Wanda Maximoff, I have learned to love every detail of you in my world. And I would do that with every version of you in every universe that is or will ever exist."

You confess, and Wanda is in shock at your words, heart racing in her ears. You sigh and swallow dryly. "I know it's a lot, but it's the truth. I'll tell you how amazing you are every day if I have to until you believe it."

Blinking in confusion, Wanda frowns. "B-but you have to leave."

You squeeze your hands together before moving one of them to Wanda's face. "I have 157 more days of my sentence, and then I'll be free. If you still need someone to teach you magic, I could-"

"Yes." She interrupts with a nod, and she must be smiling as happily as you are because her chest feels like it's going to explode with excitement.

"Yes? Well, in this case, I could travel here, we could train together, and maybe one day you could even visit my universe and-" You keep listing and Wanda was just nodding frantically until she leaned her face in just enough for you to shut up and choke on your own breath.

"Just kiss me once before you go."

She asked in a whisper, and you sighed, resting your forehead against hers.

"I think I might still have a few hours left." You retorted half-heartedly.

"Then kiss me more than just once." She returned with a small smile, her eyes darkening. You broke the distance and almost melted.

It was the same as you remembered. Overwhelming and breathtaking. Wanda kissed back, almost uncertain but with curiosity. Surprised at how good and indescribably familiar it felt. she broke off, her breathing out of rhythm against you, her forehead resting on yours.

"Y/N, you feel... like home." She confessed, and you nodded softly.

"Then come back." You retorted before breaking the distance again, and this time it was even better, because Wanda slid her tongue against yours, her hands going up to your shoulders to pull you close to her.

It became messy in no time. Tongues fought for dominance as they explored each other, hands becoming brave and hearts becoming impatient. Wanda was practically on your lap, but the balcony bench was not very comfortable, and she broke the kiss with an impatient grunt.

She grabbed your hand and stood up, taking you with her. You missed her mouth but didn't have much time to complain, as Wanda pushed you down onto the first armchair in the room, and straddled your lap, her mouth returning to yours at the same second and drawing sighs from both of you.

This was deliciously dangerous. Your hands on her thighs, your tongue moving sensually against hers until it took the air out of her lungs. You knew how to kiss her. The exact right way, that made her shiver. Wanda was burning on top of you, desperate to be touched just a little more, then more than before.

She was trying to catch a breath as she broke one of the innumerable kisses you exchanged, when you moved your lips down her jaw and then her neck, the firm hands on her thighs not helping her head to stop spinning.

Every sensitive bit of skin, you kissed. Wanda had her eyes closed tightly, her neck tilted to give you more access, and one hand buried in your hair while the other sank her nails into your shoulder.

Her body was betraying her. She was trembling, so needy that she felt like a teenage girl on her first date. The affected sighs were escaping out of her control, and she felt you smile against her skin.

The only time you didn't seem so cocky was when Wanda was in control of the kiss, so that's exactly what she went for, both in her desire to feel your mouth again but also to get the little smile off your face. Pulling gently on your hair with the intention of bringing your face back to her, Wanda felt a sharp wave of heat hit her lower abdomen with the sound you let out in the action, your hands pressing her thighs against you.

"Careful, little witch." You warned in a husky voice to the look of pure desire you received. "Don't start what you won't finish."

"Who says I won't finish?" She challenges as she pulls again, now exposing your neck for her to kiss, and you gasp, your hands going up. Wanda gives up trying to win this game when your palms close against her breasts, moaning into you as she sinks her face into your shoulder.

"Look at me." You ask. She sighs but does so, and only when you are looking into her eyes do you begin to stimulate her nipples. She lets out a sharp breath, her hands moving to your shoulders as support. Your fingers draw patterns on her breasts, teasing the tip until it is hard, and then releasing. Wanda almost whimpers at the precise stimulation but bites her lips to control the sounds, her face burning from the look of pure adoration you are giving her.

Her hips move instinctively. Each time you linger longer, she throws herself forward in search of your hands, and you smile breathlessly, moving closer again to kiss her with the same strength and intensity as your hands inside her shirt.

She had never come with just that, but to all things, there is a first time. And having you kiss her like that, fingers squeezing and touching exactly where her body responded best, it was impossible to hold back the warm tightness at the tip of her belly.

Wanda only had to thrust her hips against you a few more times, at the same intensity of the stimulation of your nipples, that she came, hot and hard on top of you, her whole body shaking and vibrating in ecstasy while she muffled a loud moan on your mouth.

You were as out of breath as she was, and relaxed against the armchair as you watched her recover from her high, her hands on your shoulders and her face very red while your hands move out of her blouse to hold her waist, fingers caressing her skink over the fabric to calm her down.

“This was… wow.” Wanda declares with a hoarse sigh as she meets your eyes again, and you smile, bringing your face closer to kiss her sweetly again. She responds, but when she goes to increase the intensity you break the kiss.

"I want to feel you inside." You ask against her lips, and Wanda chokes softly but nods, and without difficulty, you lift her onto your lap. Her legs close around your waist, and as you carry her around the room she kisses you again, hungry and passionate her hands buried in your hair.

Once you reach the bedroom, you lay her down on the bed, not letting go for a moment, and lay on top of her. The kiss becomes slower and more intense, and the sighs become more out of rhythm. Wanda grows impatient, her hands scratch your back, her legs pull you down to try to increase the friction between your bodies.

When you break the kiss to move your lips down her neck, her hands find your belt and struggle to open the zipper in that position. You bite down gently and Wanda shivers, a soft moan as she loses concentration. She grumbles in frustration at failing at such a simple act and was ready to use magic to vanish all the damned clothes in the world when you laughed against her skin.

"So impatient." You commented and moved your hands to hers, bringing them away until they were intertwined at the height of Wanda's head. You kissed her again, harder than before, and Wanda gasped. It was intimate, sweet, and intense. She felt her chest heat up not only with arousal but with something else.

You were right about your magic being more subtle. Wanda only realized that you had the same idea as she had about magically removing her clothes when the cold air suddenly hit her body. She didn't have time to complain, much less to be really surprised, because the friction of your skins together, your knee meeting her center without any covering now, made her choke on her own breath, hands pressed together.

You broke the kiss to take a breath, looking at her with dark eyes and puffy lips, a look of pure adoration. Wanda looked back.

"Let me touch you too." She asked, and you sighed, giving her a peck.

"Let me taste you first." You retorted hoarsely and Wanda wasn't going to say no to that anyway. Your hands released hers, and you moved your mouth down, trailing your way with precise kisses that made her shiver with anticipation.

For a second, when your lips reached the height of her stomach, Wanda found herself having the childish insecurity of disappointing you in some way. If the version of her you knew was somehow better than this one.

You stopped your movements as you kissed her inner thighs, noticing her distance, and raised your eyes to her.

"Come back here, sweetheart." You asked over her distraction, and Wanda swallowed dryly as she found your face resting between her legs, the look though dilated with a desire also showed concern. She smiled, nodding as she moved one of her hands to your hair.

"I'm here." She assured, pushing her doubts away, and you kissed her thigh before leaning your face forward. Wanda thought maybe you were going to go slow, tentatively getting to know her, but you sank in, experienced tongue eating her like it was your second nature. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, arching her back and closing her eyes tightly, her face burning and a curse in Sokovian escaping her lips.

She could contain them, the mixed sighs of cursing in another language or the gasping moans as your tongue drew patterns against her, sliding between her folds and spreading her juices all over. You moaned against her too, appreciating the taste, and one of the hands that held her thighs open moved for you to bury your fingers inside her, sliding without difficulty and Wanda almost screamed, throwing her head against the pillow.

"Right there! Oh, fuck!" She found herself moaning loudly into the room, trying to push her hips against your fingers, but you didn't increase the speed and she could feel your smile as you sucked and licked her clit, your fingers in a slow, torturous motion inside her. "Baby, faster!" She almost whimpered, and she didn't know if it was the request or the nickname that made you grunt against her and obey, fucking her now as if your life depended on it.

Wanda moaned loudly when she came this time, her legs closing against your head, but you didn't stop, licking her as she came down from high, her body spasming against yours.

Wanda lazily gave a gentle tug on your hair to make you stop, the overstimulation making her twitch, and you did so almost begrudgingly, licking her one last time before removing your fingers and making your way up, trailing kisses all over her body.

When Wanda let out a soft giggle at the meeting of your lips with her ribs, you were static for a second. Tickles in the same place. You swallowed dryly before she noticed your hesitation, and rose to face height to meet her half-drowsy gaze, though she was watching you intently.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" You asked as you brought your hands up to your face, and Wanda gave a breathless little smile.

"Me? I feel amazing." She assures you with the lightness of one who has just had two intense orgasms. "Now let me return the favor."

"You just did, actually." You retort and Wanda frowns, but when you land your hips on her thigh, she can feel the wetness. The realization that you came with just the task of bringing her to her own high had her grunting against you in arousal, one hand going to your neck as she spins your bodies around and gets on top, a hard kiss against your lips.

As she kissed you, her fingers found their way down, and you gasped against her lips as you felt her teasing you.

Wanda smiled cockily at your state and swallowed the moan you let out as she sank her fingers into you, kissing you with the same intensity as her thrusts inside you.

One of your legs curled against her waist, and the new angle allowed Wanda to go deeper, and you lost the ability to kiss her back, the hot tightness in your lower abdomen threatening to explode any minute. Wanda met your gaze as she used her thumb to stimulate your neglected clit and the combination was enough to push you over the edge. She watched with adoration as your face contorted with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spilled into her fingers. She could never tire of watching, and she certainly wanted to see it more and more.

So she kissed you again, and again, trying to keep you as long as she could.

You lay in bed for hours, between orgasms and hungry kisses. Just as the sun was coming up again, Wanda collapsed next to you, breathless with a red face and messy hair, her body near exhaustion. Your legs were still twitching, but then you realized that it was almost time to go.

"I don't think I can go on." She confessed breathlessly with a chuckle, and because she was running her hand over her face, she didn't see your sad smile. You lay on her side, leaning your face on your hand to look at her.

"Then go to sleep, sweetheart." You suggest sweetly, and at the first moment, as she is mimicking your position to look at you, Wanda is smiling. But as soon as she stares at you for more than two seconds, and feels your fingers meet her cheek, she feels a very strong urge to start crying.

"You won't be here when I wake up, will you?" She asks softly, and before you even shake your head, she already knows the answer.

"We won't see each other again for 157 days." You remind her, and Wanda swallows dryly, immediately assuming a crestfallen posture. "Will you wait for me?"

"Every second of my day." She confesses, and you smile, moving closer to kiss her cheek. "You owe me a proper date after all." She jokes making you smile.

"Go to sleep, Wanda. I'll stay until you do." You assured, and she sniffled softly but nodded. She snuggled into your body, and you pulled a blanket over you two, but by the time she finally fell asleep, she was on her back to you.

You smoothed your hair, feeling your face wet. You quickly wiped the tears away, and wrapped your arms around her one last time before getting up.

When you were dressed, you stood at the end of the bed, your heart tightening as you watched the sleeping figure. You moved closer to kiss her forehead and smiled at the way Wanda shifted in her sleep, instinctively smiling at the feel of your touch. You swallowed and put your hand on the nightstand. When you lifted it up, a magic book was resting there.

"May we meet again, my love." You whispered, feeling the familiar energy around you. The spell was fixed, and you were coming back. Not home, because the only home you ever knew was Wanda.

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A/N: I blame this on both No Way Home and MOM news trailers. But also, i had a talk with @abimess who simply support any of my crazy ideas, and this was written last night (before KE finale, I’m taking a break to process all of that), and here it is. Part two of this can only happen once I watched MOM since I have no idea what dear Wanda will do with her life. Anyways, tell me your thoughts regarding this, and I wonder how many of the easter eggs people found it.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #avengers x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x yn #wanda x you #wanda x yn

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Some jumbled up thoughts about Elain, Lucien and Azriel + Mating Bonds

There have been a lot of conversations regarding this topic and I thought I’d flesh it out a bit myself, but these are facts/observations that as a fandom many have noticed, discussed, analysed. I just wanted to dive in myself fully.

I want to talk about each of them individually as well as, as a whole. Their emotions and mindsets, as someone who loves all three characters and wishes for all of them to get a happy ending. I will preface this with saying I will be discussing why it is very likely Elain will reject the bond and such things, so along the lines of Anti-Elucien. If you are a fan of them, thats cool, just skip this one if you happen upon it.

We are going to dive in to the following;

Lucien & Elain (their choices)

Lucien & Azriel (contrast)

Rejecting the Bond

New Bonds

Fate & THE POV

and why the writing is basically telling us everything we need to know...

Lucien

Lucien is noble male, he has a good heart and has suffered his plenty, and this is why people want what is best for him, to be the happiest he can... Unfortunately I think that in this case Elain is not it.

He is right to feel that way, just as Elain has a right to feel as she does. I think it is incredibly interesting that when we finally see from his POV we see that in a way he feels as though this has been thrust on them.

That with his last love he had a choice and so did she.

It reminds me very much of this line about Rhysand’s parents, who were an example of an unhappy mating bond.

We will deep dive in to wrong matches further down, but the fact is that mated couples are not always indicators of true paired souls, that they very well could be the couple that do not end up happy together.

I speak on Elain and her agency a lot because I feel like a large portion of the fandom like to discard it as if it means nothing, and even judge her for it but if we actually take a look at Lucien’s behaviour he is not all that more happy.

There are some key differences between them though, Lucien as a male feels their bond to a different degree than she does, and he also has been raised to believe and respect the bond. And thus he feels a certain obligation to honour it in the best way he can.

This doesn’t mean he thinks she is right for him, any further than his attraction to her (which like same dude same), he hasn’t displayed any signs that they actually aline as a couple. And I feel like SJM clearly highlights this when she sets examples of his gifts not being... well right for her.

The gloves we know she never wears show us how little they know each other as she loves to get dirty [which Feyre had told him] and the pearl necklace is then contrasted by Azriels which was very personalised to Elain.

(The rose, the secret beauty of it hitting the light etc...)

These are all deliberate moves by Sarah to showcase their misaligned bond.

And during Elain’s section I will also be pointing out some Lucien moments that really don’t read well for him. I genuinely believe he is much happier amongst the Band of Exhiles than he is when he is seen with The Inner Circus.

Elain

Here is the thing, this situation isn’t any easier on him that’s true but people need to respect Elains feelings, and the fact is she does not like him. Not only does she not like him but she shrinks in on herself, she looses all the progress and confidence she has made since the Cauldron. That is not a good sign of anything healthy.

If this is suppose to be a romance we root for why is she doing everything in her power to make it seem the opposite? If she genuinely was playing the long game she would have at least started to make them comfortable around each other, goodness they don’t even have to talk, but she does the opposite.

She emphasises that he brings out the bad in her. Again, no bueno. She quite simply does not want to be around him and with SJM’s writing I think this is highly deliberate on her part.

[And let’s be clear there are countless quotes from the other books that do NOT reflect well on their relationship but I am trying to stick to ACOSF, as it is her most recent work, otherwise I would be here all day.]

Rejecting the Bond

We have almost a two page discussion on why mating bonds are not an exact science, and that they can be more harmful than good. We are given two examples of it, with both Rhys’ and Tamlin’s parents. And then we get a very subtle hit at Azriel. This is all in the book Sarah said she began planting the seeds for the sisters journeys.

We also know from this there is a choice. But that many force it, because they feel it it right, (much like Lucien is probably doing right now, because he feels a duty and hope that it will work out.)

Then we have the fact thrown at us that a lot of males believe that their mate belongs to them and will challenge the other male, which we now have a call back to with Rhys’ mentioning “The Blood Duel”.

There is literally not one reason Sarah would put this in TWICE only for it never to happen or come close too happening. How anyone can question at this point that Elriel will happen is confusing to me, she has laid all the groundwork for it.

Now I don’t believe for a second that Lucien wouldn’t respect her choice, I think it will most certainly come down to Beron forcing his hand to wage the war we know he wants.

I think despite what Rhys said in Azriel’s POV under immense stress, TNC will protect Elain and ultimately stand by her decision.

Not only does ACOSF spend a great deal of time creating a further divide between Elain & Lucien it also add a shockingly large quantity of easter eggs about “Elain choosing bonds” “Other Mate” “What if it chose wrong?” and again in this book like in ACOMAF we bring back up a failed mated pair to remind you of it’s existence.

All possible signs lean towards them breaking the bond.

And frankly from a storytelling perspective having three perfect bonds that are basically the same overarching love story (enemies to lovers) is boring, she would want to shake it up and throw a little curveball.

Lucien + Azriel & Why I think Azriel will have a bond with Elain.

“If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate” And low and behold it is Azriel who figures out what was going on with her. Not to mention in the reveal SJM further displays that Lucien has no clue what was going on with her.

I don’t know what bridge holds their bond but I wouldn’t trust crossing it personally... :/

Further still, Lucien cannot hear her heart. Their bond is definitely not strong but you could also argue that is not an element of the bond at all but rather of her abilities perhaps. Since we know she could hear the sea too though it was nowhere close by.

But Azriel did hear her, he did pay attention and he figured out what was amiss.

It is interesting to me that people took such issue with this when I believe very few have issues with Rhys or Cassian fighting for their respective partners. Now I have gone in to it in depth about how I think that this was pure emotion and illogical on Azriel’s part, and I don’t believe he would kill Lucien so carelessly.

I think it speaks to the same blind emotion a lot of them have displayed for their mates, Lucien may have wanted to see if she was worth it but Azriel knows she is worth the fight.

And for all intensive purposes in that moment he was willing to fight for someone he believes shares his feelings.

Now let’s tackle the whole “Possessive” crap.

First of all, all of the male pairings in this series have shown moments like this, so if it is bothering you here why isn’t it bothering you at other points?

Lucien has been just as instinctively possessive from their bond, and let me clarify, I am not shaming him for that anymore than anyone else. What I am pointing out is the double standard, if anything Azriel has more reason to feel like he can fight for her because she has actually shown him care, interest and attraction.

They have actually bonded a lot more than she has with Lucien thus far.

And if they truly do have an upcoming bond then judging him on three paragraphs when we don’t know what the heck is going on is just ridiculous.

On the same note of that scene, let’s talk about “deserve”

First of all he never said he deserved her, Rhys implied that is what he was gleaning from the conversation and that it is just lust, which we know is not the case. Clearly Rhys perception is not accurate at all so to take his statement at face value and call it fact is a bit disingenuous.

Azriel wasn’t claiming he deserves her, did you read his POV at all?? He didn’t even feel like his hands should touch her let alone deserve her. Please go back and read that chapter again if you can’t see that.

Not to mention I think that the idea of FATE, and believing in hope even when the odds are stacked against you (AKA her having a mate) is actually very consistent with SJM storytelling and Az. Remember this;

The fact that he is hopeful despite the despair of his situation is exactly what people have valued about him. Not to mention after Rhys says this to Azriel he says to them;

So Rhys too believes they were brought in his family for a reason, some sort of fate.

Amren too thinks they are blessed by fate. Why is it so shocking and offensive that Azriel have a little hope that there is a reason they came in to their lives? Because he isn’t with your fav?

Let’s be honest he didn’t exactly get over Mor in ACOMAF, ACOWAR and then even ACOFAS there are slight moments, thats over a long period. Three sisters didn’t just arrive and he went TAG “I want one.”

No, he genuinely grew to care for Elain, and let go of his past, and in watching Elain not find any connection with her mate he saw it as a sign that the Cauldron was wrong, which we know it can be.

I don’t know if people are selective readers but if you think that he doesn’t care for her as a person beyond being a “sister” I don’t know what to tell you, we are not reading the same books.

ANYWAYS back on topic.

I think Sarah has laid a lot of groundwork for her breaking the bond and perhaps choosing a new one. I know not everyone is keen on another bond as they feel her free will and choice is enough, that’s fair and I agree to a point.

I just wanted to analyse the data at hand, and I do believe after ACOSF (I never thought it prior really) that they are mates in some capacity, whether that is because of the Cauldron or something that will occur... I think she has laid enough groundwork for them being Soulmates at the least. Hence why I love the idea of a Carranam bond.

There are so many parallels between Rhys, Cassian & Az that could be taken as little signs but honestly this is long enough I am sure you all want to kill me already for making you read all that hahaha

One last little morsel, it very well might be nothing but Az shouting after they take Elain is an interesting choice, it’s ambiguous enough that you can take it to mean the pain but it could also be another little crumb.

Basically with all said and done I think she will give Elain her agency back and break it.

And potentially something will occur with Azriel as a result but thats certainly more grey than the rest of it.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk!

Obviously, to each their own opinion, have fun and ship whatever you want these are just my thoughts on the text at hand!

(Also I am sorry I got like 20+ messages to get to in my inbox, yeah I kinda ignored everyone and worked on this today, sorry!!! I’ll be back tomorrow)

#elriel #elriel mates #elain archeron #azriel #acosf spoilers #acosf #acotar #azriel x elain #elriel meta #myelriel #anti elucien #anti-elucien

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I was watching a tiktok on YouTube of someone making boba tea right. And it was all very cutesy with pastel plates and cute pink cutlery and then when the person reached out to their sugar jar my brain short circuited a bit. And the reason is that they had three jars lined up and all of them were printed with anime characters making the most incredibly lewd manga porn faces. Like obviously if the person wants to own these jars by all means but in that same tiktok this person also just showed their whole face! And I. I don't want you to think I'm shaming this person but I've been noticing over and over how the divide between private and public information feels like its eroding and at such a fast pace too and its a little worrying. Like wasn't there a time people didn't admit to reading or writing fanfic because it was taboo?? But somehow its not as taboo to publicise the kind of pornography you're into anymore and I'm just so confused because like. When did this happen. Of course I recognised it too but I'm admitting this on anon and on a website where my real name or face isn't available for anyone to see and I don't want to sound like I'm pro censorship but doesn't it feel weird to see things you engage with that are, for lack of a better word extreme guilty pleasures, become more and more prevalent that it was just explicitly there in a boba tea tutorial that anyone can watch?

this is so funny like I've been thinking about this for so long and oh my god. the dissonance between the cute bubble tea and the Lewdness. I cannot fucking imagine.

my only source of hope here is that it was a deliberate gag. I say this because back in the day when I was on 4chan (yes... I know... but who can truly be surprised.) there was a running joke where if you screenshot anything on your computer, you'd leave a little easter egg in there for people to find. this was usually Google search tabs for something embarrassing or lewd, like a specific kind of particularly deranged porn, or a Google search for how to make your dick bigger or how to last more than 5 seconds or something. I am hoping that this person is doing something similar, and is putting them in the background and then not acknowledging them just to sow chaos and insanity. also it might be so they can catch people out for recognising it, in a kind of "yes, you saw me at the Devil's Sacrament, but what were you doing at the Devil's Sacrament?" kind of thing.

of course, I have also seen enough evidence in my time to know that people are wholesale freaks on the internet, and I have also rather unfortunately seen people put their whole-ass proud face up right alongside it, so truly you never know.

#anon #asks

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH131

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Chapter 131: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXI)

Save countdown: 30 seconds, 29 seconds, 28 seconds…

As time passed, Qi Leren stared at the familiar yet strange man on the throne. His mind was blank. He couldn't think, and he didn't dare to think. The unspeakable fear that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time was confirmed at this nightmarish moment - he had opened the door of the defenseless shelter and invited the polite devil standing outside to come in.

If everything from when they had first met wasn’t a coincidence, how many secrets had he inadvertently revealed?

Qi Leren was so desperate that he couldn't even think about it.

Twenty seconds, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds…

"Good evening, Leren, why don't ask my name?" Su He asked softly from the throne.

Qi Leren closed his eyes painfully. If Su He was a demon, he was definitely not an ordinary one. He had deliberately used him to come to this where the Holy Dun killed the old Devil more than 20 years ago, and what he sought was by no means an ordinary thing.

Qi Leren asked hoarsely: "Power or Slaughter?"

Su He smiled lightly and said meaningfully: "I’m the one you missed."

"Impossible, the Lord of Fraud is a woman..." Qi Leren retorted with shock only to realize instantly.

In the Witchcraft Sacrifice task, both he and Ning Zhou had been forced to appear as another gender. If the Devil of Fraud had also appeared in the task he would probably have been like them, as it would be fun for the Devil of Fraud to hide his gender... Qi Leren suddenly remembered the voice he’d heard vaguely in the underground palace: "Because it’s very interesting. It's so interesting to watch you cheat and kill each other because of despair, fear, and jealousy."

That gentle and beautiful voice made him feel cold all over. He had never heard this voice, but the tone had felt familiar. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t recognized the source of this female voice, but the tone and the habit of speaking were clearly….

"Now, do you understand?" Su He asked with a smile.

He understood. Everything was clear. Ever since Su He had first appeared in the Novice Village, he had noticed his abnormality. The so-called Novice Village bug was not only the killer, but also a laptop loaded with the Nightmare Game. But at that time, Su He had no evidence. He’d just watched him and waited patiently for him to reveal his flaws.

The Witchcraft Sacrifice was a temptation which had made him carry out a task under the Lord of Fraud’s nose, but still he’d found nothing. No, maybe he’d left some marks on him. And then he was parasitized by the seed of slaughter with an abnormal growth rate, which may have been coincidence or may have been inevitable.

Castle Cry was a trap that had been set in advance. Isabel interfered with the copy’s history according to his command, and the ignorant Qi Leren had showed his biggest flaw - the laptop had appeared, then Su He followed, and then the computer disappeared mysteriously, perhaps in the hands of Su He, perhaps by a certain force intending to hide the secret of the computer from Su He. However, in the Castle Cry, Su He had become 100% sure that it was Qi Leren.

He had been gentle and considerate, patiently dormant, and had presented himself properly. Finally, he’d received the invitation as he wished and entered the Holy City, which had always been sealed to him. Maybe at first he was just a little suspicious and curious, but in the end he got a surprise.

Really, it was a perfect scam.

"It's so funny, the incredible expression worn by a blind, ignorant human at the moment when they discover the truth..." the voice belonging to Su He echoed in the hall. Under his gentle eyes, everything was just his playthings. Qi Leren shuddered.

Qi Leren suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions. He didn't want to know his calculations, his purposes, and what kind of person the real Su He was.

His time was running out.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second... The countdown for the skill’s cooling was 0:59:59.

"Time is up." The corners of Su He’s mouth hooked upwards as he looked at him happily. "From what I know about you, you’ll save before pushing open this suspicious door. You didn't even think about resisting it. It's not like you."

Qi Leren’s breath hitched. He knew that his strength was very different from Su He’s. As long as Su He used his field, he would be crushed to death in front of him like a worm, but what if... What if Su He was careless?

It was a gamble, but what other choice did he have than to accept his fate?

Most importantly... If he died…

"Where is Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren asked.

"Isabel’s with him. Although she’s only been the Witch of Jealousy for a short time, I gave her some extra preferential treatment. A small cup of Devil's blood makes such a powerful witch that surely even her friends would look at her with new eyes," Su He said.

Isabel? She was here too? How did she get in? It must be that Su He had hidden demons in his field and brought them into the Holy City.

Qi Leren's heart was getting heavier. What should he do? Exactly what was there to do? Keep stalling? However, even if he prolonged it, the situation wouldn’t get better. Even if Ning Zhou defeated Isabel, he couldn't be an even opponent for the Devil of Fraud.

No matter how he thought, there was a dead end ahead.

No, think again, calm down... He had to at least figure out the purpose of Su He’s chess game so that he could leave some glimmer of chance for Ning Zhou.

Qi Leren tried to stay calm, looking at the huge statue of Maria holding the sword she had stabbed into the black dragon. The sword on the statue of Maria was not made of stone, but instead was a huge metal sword reflecting a sharp arc of light.

This should be the real sword Maria had used to kill the Devil, that was, it was this field’s memento of destruction.

Just pull it out and cut open the field, and the task could be completed.

"That's Ms. Maria's sword. It has a holy and dazzling power. Unfortunately, Devils can't touch it... I should thank her for her dedication and sacrifice in changing the rule over the demon world." Su He stood up and held out his hand toward the black dragon.

The space before his hand twisted and the black dragon's chest suddenly lit with a deep red light, and a burning flame burst out of its chest and flowed back into Su He’s hand.

The flame went out, leaving a palm-sized ruby with bright red flowing inside it, as if it were blood.

Apart from the seed of slaughter, Qi Leren had never been able to feel demon energy, but he couldn't help shivering when he saw that ruby.

That was a kind of evil and overbearing power, which is disturbing and fearful.

"What is that?" Qi Leren whispered.

Su He held the ruby in his hand and looked at it with great interest: "It has many names. You can call it a higher form of devil crystallization or a collection of the evil in this world, but I prefer a name that’s easier to understand. In hell, it represents one third of the kingship."

Qi Leren swallowed his saliva. One third? Where were the two remaining thirds?

"There are a lot of things I know very well, so it doesn’t matter that there’s a lot I don’t know. I never ask questions, I simply enjoy the fun of solving puzzles. However, I originally thought you knew a lot. Although I don't know where you got the clue to enter the Holy City, it turns out that you only know a little about it after repeated trials. You’re really very careful," Su He said lightly.

The unsettling feeling struck again. Although he already knew what dangerous struggle he might be involved in, the feeling of being a pawn became more and more vivid at this moment.

He can't wait for his death any longer, but he would die either way. He still had the Easter Egg. As long as his body stayed intact, it could be resurrected in seven days, but... What could he do about Ning Zhou? Even if he could defeat Isabel, then take down Maria's sword, cut her field, and finish the task, so long as Su He has the heart to kill him, he couldn't survive.

Unless he could really kill Su He while he was being careless, but was this possible?

The gap in the strength of the field made Qi Leren so desperate that he even lost his desperate courage.

"Qi Leren," Su He called his name.

Qi Leren raised his head and looked at Su He stepping down the throne’s steps. He looked at him commandingly, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with thoughtful interest.

"I’m curious, will a person who has experienced countless deaths still be afraid of death?" Su He asked.

"...They will be. No matter how many times, people are extremely afraid when they go to their death. This is engraved in their genes, so as long as there’s a choice, people always want to live," Qi Leren tried to answer calmly.

"Human beings’ desire to survive is really interesting, but it’s this kind of power that will give birth to incredible miracles." The Devil King standing on the high platform smiled at him, cut his wrist, and the bright red blood flowed into a goblet - the same goblet he had used when they had a picnic in the Garden of the Holy Tomb.

It’s just that what was in the cup now was no longer sweet wine, but sinful temptation from hell.

"For demons, 'to do aught good never will be our task, but ever to do ill our sole delight'. If someone has a firm soul, seduce him, torture him, and destroy him until his pure white soul is so dirty it falls into hell... But if you can’t, then fear it and destroy it." The Devil who enjoyed toying with people raised the goblet toward him and gently asked, "Now you have a choice: Would you like to be born of betrayal or die of martyrdom?"

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Hello lovelies here is my entry for @justkendings 1K challenge! If ya’ll couldn’t tell I’m trying to branch out and try some writing challenges this year.

Prompts were “Dude. It’s 3 in the morning.” and “I don’t suppose you’ve got a blowtorch around here?”

Thoughts are in italics. It’s also my first time writing a complete AU so be kind. Alright here we go!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Modern Neighbor AU

Words: 6,310 HOLY CRIPES THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME

Warnings: Swear words, booze and tons of fluff. Some crude humor. Tony, Bucky, and Sam being impatient and grumpy.

Summary: You’re a Nanny by day and a diner waitress by night. Steve is a first responder who gets off late. You both live in the same apartment building. Insert cavity inducing meet cute here.

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format. I own nothing but my mistakes/no beta.

A/N: I imagined this like an episode of Friends, so I took a couple of lines from the show as little Easter Eggs, lemme know if you find them. And also know I don’t own friends but I’m super obsessed and what can I say? No one told me life was gonna be this way.

Enjoy!

Saturday, 3 AM

You were certain you were going to fall asleep standing up. The elevator creaked to a stop on the 23rd floor of your apartment building and you zombie dragged your body down the hall. 1-A and screaming kids? Nope. Five-B complete with another wannabe Broadway superstar warming up their vocals to Britney Spears? You live in New York city. There’s one on every floor. You looked across the hallway when you reached your door at 3-C where 7-D sat. You’ve lived here for almost two years and have never met the inhabitants of the two bedroom across from your two bedroom. Not that you had tons of time. You were a Nanny during the day most days, and on nights like tonight you worked at a Diner.

Almost there. You could hear the siren call of your bed, a tired smile at the thought of a hot shower for your screaming feet spreading across your face as you lazily jammed your key ring into the door. You glanced at your wrist watch.

2:50 AM

Your shift at the diner aptly named “The Night Owl” had run a tad bit on the long side tonight, a gaggle of high school theater kids flooding your tables at the tail end of your shift. They were riding the high of their opening night of “Footloose”, demanding cheese fries, milkshakes, and whatever amount of Marge’s meatloaf was remaining from the day. You brushed off a piece of the aforementioned dinner special from your apron, slowly pushing the door open. Not that your attempt to be quiet did any good, the tell tale squeaking of the ancient hinges announcing your nearly KO’d arrival.

Sam was in the living room in less than a minute after you shut the door, a slightly grumpy look on his face.

“Long night?”

“Almost thirty teenagers Sam,” You fell into the overstuffed recliner, reaching to take off your sneakers when there was a soft knock at your door. “Shit, I hope I didn’t wake the neighbors.”

“Relax Y/N, I got this.” Sam walked his own groggy body to the door, looking into the peephole before shaking his head and opening the door with another loud squeak.

You leaned to catch a sight of the person, your heart momentarily stopping as your gaze fell upon the most perfect looking man you had ever seen. Please let him be a neighbor.

Blonde hair sat messily atop his head, still slightly damp from a shower that you no doubt wished you could have been a fly on a wall for. If the tight blue t-shirt that was one flex away from ripping off this walking Adonis was any indication, you would have happily offered to hold the loofa for him too.

“I am so sorry to bother you at this hour. I live right across the hall, in 7-D and I was wondering if I could borrow a cup and a half of sugar from you?”

Sam stared at him, his face void of any emotion. “Sugar? Seriously?”

“Yea you see it’s a coworker, a friend really, birthday tomorrow and I said I would make a cake for him, but ah…I forgot to buy sugar before my shift. I’m a first responder and so when I got off work everything was closed. So you see I heard your door open and thought if I could ask you before you went to bed then I had a decent chance.”

Sam’s face remained stoic. “Dude. It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Actually it’s 2:58,” You replied coolly, pulling your roommate back and replacing him. “A cup and a half of sugar is no problem at all. Give us two shakes, k?”

“Thank you SO much,” The tall drink of water gushed, you giving him a small and peppy “No problem!” before making your way to your kitchen. You always managed to keep extra essentials in the pantry, your fingers easily finding your spare bag of sugar, taking note of the half full open one. “Go back to bed Sam, I’ll handle it.”

“Be careful Y/N, I’ve seen this horror movie before.” Sam warned with a wary look at the man before walking into his room and shutting the door with a THUD.

You handed the full bag of sugar to the man, enjoying the warmth from his hands as they brushed yours. “Sorry about him, it’s way past his bedtime.”

“Your boyfriend was right to be grumpy. It’s stupid early.” You chuckled, “What? Did I say something funny?”

“Sam isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my roommate. Truth be told most of the time I want to kill him. I imagine that would be multiplied ten-fold if we were actually dating.”

“I understand.” He shuffled his slipper clad feet on the floor for a moment before snapping his eyes to yours. “Uh thanks for the…the sugar. I only needed…”

“We have plenty, and I hate measuring things at 3 in the morning.”

“Actually it’s, “He checked his cell phone, “3:14”

Cheeky. “Then you better get to baking that cake then huh?” You smiled at his flustered appearance when he hastily nodded,

“Right, thanks again!”He turned to walk into his own open doorway. A dark haired man with a goatee you hadn’t noticed before stood in a gold and red bathrobe, trying to get a look at you around his brick shithouse built dwelling mate. Probably his partner. Damn it all. You shut the door with a defeated sigh. Figures.

The door to Steve and Tony’s apartment had the terrible habit of slamming shut, the hinges like its neighbor shot but in different ways. This morning was no different. SLAM

Steve nodded to his roommate after throwing the lock.

“Who’s the babe?” Tony asked, mischief floating in his eyes as Steve fought the urge to roll his own into the back of his head.

“Obviously our neighbor Tony. She was kind enough to lend me some sugar to bake Bucky’s cake.” He held up the bag for emphasis. “See?”

“Well shit Steve if you just wanted some sugar all you had to do was ask…” Steve fake gagged as he walked past his roommate, the older man throwing his hand to his chest in mock hurt. “What I just don’t do it for you anymore? You gotta go get your sugar from other women now? Am I not enough?!”

“There is too much to unpack there Ton, so please, for the love of everything holy, just go to bed.”

“Fine. But don’t expect me to wait up for your cheatin ass!”Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Tony swayed his hips back into his room, “Next time ya see her, get her number for me?”

“Fat chance asshole, I saw her first.” Steve waved off his roommate sticking out his tongue before Tony shut the door, shaking his head and redirecting his focus to the task at hand.

It was going to be a long morning.

Saturday, 1 PM

“RISE AND SHINE YOU BEAUTIFUL MESS!”

You groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sat up in the living room. How had you fallen asleep on the couch? And when did you fall asleep on the couch? You reached for the outstretched coffee cup Sam handed you, the hot green tea sloshing in its container as you brought it to your mouth. “I see you watched the season finale of QVC. Worth the hype?”

Your middle finger was met with a pained expression, “Oh Y/N, that is obscenely un-ladylike. What would your poor mother think?”

“Well she’s been dead seventeen years Sam, so I imagine not a thing.” You smiled tightlipped at your roommate who shook his head.

“Ya always gotta play the dead mom card?”

“Hmm that depends,” You spoke to the screen in front of you, “You gonna keep wearing too tight tee shirts and pants in a last ditch effort to get a girlfriend?”

“You wound me my lady. You cut me so deep just now.”

“Whatever, don’t you have work?” Your eyebrow raised when he shook his head.

“Nah foreman gave us the weekend off since we’re ahead of schedule. Don’t you got the kids today? Or the Owl?”

“Nope I don’t got either til Monday. I’m taking the kids to the Zoo when they get back from their family reunion.” You chuckled into your cup, “I’ve actually missed the little fuckers.”

“Well you have been their nanny for the last three years. What’re ya gonna do when they’re grown?”

“Sidney isn’t even in middle school yet Sam cut me a break. I got another four years, easy.”

“Well what should we do with our new free time?”

“How about we go to the park? Grab some lunch, enjoy the sunshine. Tonight we can binge Golden Girls and drink way too much wine and order take out? My treat?” Sam seemed to ponder for a minute before nodding,

“For once you actually know what you want so who am I to say no?” You threw a pillow at him from the couch which he dodged with ease.

“Gotta be faster than…”

The second pillow didn’t miss as you squealed and ran to your room to get ready.

~~Meanwhile in 7-D~~

“No…too corny…no….not corny enough…”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, a pile of sticky notes in a crumbled heap next to his desk. Writing a simple thank you note to your neighbor shouldn’t be this hard. It wouldn’t be, if you hadn’t been so incredibly attractive that he forgot to human. He never even introduced himself! He didn’t even ask your name! Tony said to cut himself some slack because it had been so early but Steve’s ma would hang him out to dry if she knew he had been knocking on some beautiful woman’s door at 3am.

He needed a nap.

The cake was baked and already frosted, sitting pretty ready for the big night tonight. He had used some of the sugar to make a nice coffee butter cream to ice the dark chocolate cake. Steve was super thankful you had given him the whole bag, or else Bucky would have gotten an unfrosted, sad cake. That would have definitely demoted him from “Best friend status”.

As if on cue his phone vibrated with a text message from his now a year older friend in a group chat for tonight.

Get some sleep old man, we got a long night tonight. –B

Yea yea I’m goin, sucks I have to sleep during this beautiful day though –S

This weather is freaking weird. Nearly sixty in MARCH? –B

Yea and global warming isn’t real. >.> –T

On that note I’m passing out, still on for 7?-S

Yep-B

Correct, sleep well boo thang! See you soon! Have sweet dreams of me! XoXo-T

How can I when you’re a living nightmare?-S

Steve rubbed his eyes, slapping his last written sticky note on the new bag of sugar before going to his room and passing out for a few hours.

Saturday, 6:30 PM

You and Sam had a lovely time walking central park, stopping at your favorite pizza place for lunch and just spending time catching up. You’ve been best friends since high school, and with both of you being on such odd hours most days it had become pretty difficult to enjoy the moments in between. The two of you were laughing your asses off as you made your way to your door, six bottles of wine swinging in bags at your sides.

Tonight was going to be exactly what you both needed.

Sam looked down when you nearly tripped over a block on something outside your door, “What the hell?”

You lowered yours to the floor, where a new bag of sugar sat, along with an attached sticky note. Thanks again for the sugar, Sugar. The cake is sure to be a big hit. -Steve

You beamed as Sam reached down to pick it off the floor. “Looks like 7-D has got a sweet spot for you.”

“Oh Sam shaddup.” You groaned, shutting the door behind him. “He’s just being nice.”

“Yea sure, you gonna ask mister Sweet tooth out?”

“We both know I never will Sam, I’m too nervous about that kind of thing.” A defeated sigh left you as you sat back down on the couch and began setting up for the evening, “’sides, I think he’s batting for the same team. A very handsome man was waiting for him this morning.”

“Oh honey I’m sorry but there is a chance he’s like a screen door in a hurricane?” You tilted your head in confusion when he grinned, “Swings both ways? He assumed we were dating, so why should you assume they are?”

“Because they’d be the cutest couple in the whole damn building?” You laughed bitterly, setting the remote down on the table while the opening credits started playing. “Now will you call out for Thai already? All the wine shopping made me a starving Marvin.”

“You got it dude!” Sam agreed, hopping over the couch with a loud “WOOHOO” and landing next to you, picking up one of the many take out menus on the coffee table. “Usual spot or we looking to be adventurous this evening?”

“I so don’t have the strength for new tonight Sam, you know what I like.”

Sam saluted you before pulling out his phone, you turning down the volume as he ordered food.

Yea, exactly what you needed.

Sunday, 3 AM

“Sam….Sammy….” You whined, holding the broken corkscrew in a tipsy sadness. This was my favorite wine opener.

“Aww man, that was my favorite wine opener!” Sam echoed your thoughts, both of you giving your old friend a moment of silence before you ceremoniously dropped it into the trashcan.

“Our only wine opener.” You said with a sigh. Sam followed suit.

“What now? We still have two bottles to go through!”

Your eyes widened at your bright idea, rushing for the door as fast as your wine-soaked body could carry you and throwing the door open. You winced at the loud creak, hoping one day you’d remember to WD-40 the hinges. Your smile dropped when no one answered the door across the hall, turning back to Sam with a disappointed shrug. “No one home. I guess we’ll have to quit while we’re ahead.”

“That’s quittin talk!” Sam slurred, using the doorframe as a post, drifting off into thought as to how you could obtain a new corkscrew at this hour.

That’s when you heard it. An obnoxious laugh flooding the hall from the elevator, followed by loud, fumbling footsteps and a lot of cuss words.

“Jesus…Bucky…You’re such a damn lightweight anymore…What…what happened to you?” You recognized the brunette from earlier this morning, the blond god helping him hold up a dark haired man as they made their way towards their door. “Oh great and now the hot girl in 3-C is standing outside our door and we look like shit. Thanks Barnes.”

You took in their scraped and slightly bloodied appearance with a shocked expression, Sam wrinkling his nose at the smell of blood. “You guys look terrible. Rough night?”

The other half of 7-D winced when you stared at him, “We’ve been in worse scraps than this. But yeah, wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.” He gave you a soft, split lip smile. “What can I do for you beautiful?”

Your face burned up at the compliment, although you were positive the wine wasn’t helping matters. “Do….dddo you have a corkscrew? Ours broke.” You stammered, and followed it with a “What happened to you three?”

“Oh you know how birthdays parties and booze go.” Steve gave massive side eye to the man in the middle, “Someone didn’t want to share his cake I made him, sadly the rest is history.”

The drunk man in question had the good sense to look somewhat guilty as he sloppily threw his head up to look at the man, “JAMES DOESN’T SHARE FOOD!” He affirmed in a loud voice before dragging his gaze to you, his eyes widening in surprise. “Damn you…you weren’kidding Steve….she IS a babe.” The man attempted to wink at you with a black eye, you shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. “My….my name’s James but everyonecallsme Bucky. But you….you can callmewhatever you want sweets….”

“Alright Pal, let’s get your dumbass inside.” Steve gritted out with a clenched jaw as you darted out of the way. “And we got a couple corkscrews, so you can borrow one, no problem.”

“I got a screw she can have…” Tony muttered, barely missing 7-D’s free arm, letting go of Barnes in the process. He landed face first on the floor with a wham.

”YoU….YOu…ASShole!” Bucky spat angrily into the floor, trying in vain to pick himself up, “What…whatthefuck did I EVER do to you?!”

Tony scoffed, “Please, you want the short list or the long list?”

Laughter bubbled out of you and Sam while the blond quickly went into the kitchen and dug through drawers. He was back in a flash, holding out a wine opener that looked…

“That’s the same one we had!” You laughed, taking it from him while running your fingers over his as he released it with a small shudder. “You’re a life saver Steve!”

“I do what I can,” He replied with a chuckle.

“Hereally is a… lifesaver sweet thang.” Bucky said and you looked down to see he had managed to roll himself over in his inebriated state, staring at the two of you with a dreamy expression, “You two….wouldmakegreatlooking babies.”

“And I think that’s our cue.” Sam said with a tight lipped smile. “Thanks again dude, we’ll get this back to you ASAP.” You didn’t hold back your disappointment when the blond nodded.

“Take your time, and don’t mention it.” He looked at you, blue eyes making you want to drown in them, “Have a good night 3-C.”

“You…you too Steve.” You managed to get out before being dragged out of the doorway by your roommate. You stared at him when he shut the door and threw the lock, walking over to the unopened bottle with newfound purpose. “What the hell was that about?” You jumped slightly when the door across the hall slammed shut.

“They were making me nervous Y/N, I don’t like the way they all talked to you.”

“Steve isn’t like the others Sam, you need to stop being so overprotective.”

“That Bucky dude was one sentence away from getting a second black eye.”

“You’re a big baby. Now get to pouring that wine! I gotta see what Dorothy was going to say to Blanche!”

“Yes ma’am.” Sam rolled his eyes before uncorking the bottle. “Anything else ma’am?”

You had already hit resume on the t.v, grabbing a handful of stale popcorn and throwing most of it in your mouth, making a face at the pieces that fell to the floor. You wasted no time snatching the glass from him before the two of you sat on the couch, continuing your binge.

~~Meanwhile~~

“You NEED to ask her out Stevie!” Tony whined, holding the ice pack to his head. Steve shook his head, throwing Bucky a bag of frozen peas. Which he didn’t catch. Steve should have figured as much.

“I don’t NEED to do anything Tony. So shaddup already.” He warned, Bucky cocking his head in confusion.

“Why not? You said she ain’t dating her roomie right?”

“Doesn’t mean she ain’t seeing anyone else.” He admonished, getting really tired of his friends poking their noses into his personal life. Again

“What do you have to lose if she is? She’s insanely hot dude, at least get on a first name basis with her!”

He still hadn’t gotten your name. Shit.

“Alright mister Casanova, and just how do you suggest I do that?”

“Go ask to borrow something.” Bucky suggested, a little more sober than he had been a couple hours ago. Which wasn’t much, but any progress is progress.

Steve pulled a face, “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.” He smiled brightly, standing to stretch and accidentally knocking off the hideous “Better latte than never” coffee mug Steve had been too nice to throw away. He had gotten it as a gift, the eyesore coming from a female patient whose life he had saved a couple years ago. It was a nice thought, but the bright green and hot pink polka dots weren’t really his thing. “Oh no! Whatever shall we do!”

“You dick!” Tony glared, pointing to the shards of ceramic that littered the cheap hardwood floors, “We haven’t bought a new dustpan yet!”

Bucky tapped his temple, pointing to the door. “Looks like you’ll have to ask the hot neighbor.”

Steve checked his phone. 4:30 AM “No way, it’s too fucking early.”

“They still might be up.” Bucky shrugged, padding his way to the door and opening it with a dramatic flourish. He cupped his ear, leaning into the hallway. Steve heard your giggle fit from the other side of the hall, small smile creeping its way over his lips. How Fortuitous. “Could I be anymore right?”

“Alright you win this round.” Steve wiped his face with his arm, careful to avoid his split lip as he walked into the hall, but not before hip checking Bucky. “Jesus I hope she doesn’t think I’m a creep.”

He lightly knocked, hearing a small yelp on the other side followed by a gruff “I swear if it’s 7-D again I’m gonna…”

“Lay off him Sam, he’s hot and has been nothing but sweet. You rather it be the bitchy land…”

Steve jumped back when you pulled the door open, having a bit of difficulty with the new amount of wine you’ve consumed and hanging onto it as the SQQQQUUUUUEAAAK made you wince. You really needed to get that fixed. “Steve, hi…your ears burning? We were just talking about you!”

Apparently you couldn’t whisper when you were drunk. Steve found it adorable.

“No I uh, didn’t hear a thing. I got a weird question.”

“I got a weird answer.” You deadpanned, right before erupting into a fit of giggles. “Shoot”

“You got a dustpan? Bucky broke a mug and we haven’t had a chance to get a new one since the stove incident a few months back.”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “How do you leave a dustpan on a stove?”

“Hangover Breakfast.”

“Ah. Say no more. You wanna step in for a sec?”

“Uh yea, sure.” Steve stepped into your space and immediately felt like he was home. All of the décor on the walls, the perfectly coordinated knick knacks. Hell even your curtains matched. It was an elegant take on pastels and spring themes. A lovely antique bird cage with flowers hung in the window. Stunning shades of blues and purples covered the furniture and windows, offsetting the gray colors of the couch, chair and tables. “Your space is amazing.”

“Thanks, it’s all Y/N and her HGTV obsession. Thankfully it’s all seasonal.” Sam laughed, emptying his glass. “You want a glass of wine while you wait? She usually doesn’t take long but we’ve had quite a bit to drink and right now I’d bet money she forgot which closet it’s in. We only have the one but her drunk brain sucks ass.” As if on cue the two men twisted their heads at the sound of you clamoring through the small closet.

“Nah I’ll pass. I’ve had more than enough for tonight. Thanks though.”

“I FOUND IT!” You emerged from the depths of Narnia, hair a mess and shirt rumpled holding a bright pink dustpan. The guys won’t him live that down, he could already hear them now. As if reading his thoughts you offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry bout the color.”

“It’s fine, you’re an absolute angel. Thank you.”

“Hey anytime, you’re quitelovelytolookat.” You got out in one long breath, eyes wide as you hoped he didn’t catch all of that. Wine made your sober thoughts flow out of your mouth a lot easier, which was always embarrassing.

“You’re quite attractive too Y/N.” Your eyes remained wide as you stared in panic.

“How did you…”

“Easy there no need to freak out, I’m not a stalker.” Steve chuckled, throwing his now dustpan clad hands in defense. “Sam told me. Like two minutes ago.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, Sam rolling his eyes. This was so cute he wanted to puke. “Well I should get back to the guys before they figure out a way to burn the building down.”

“Right…” You gave a half smile, careful to get a good eyeful of his perfect ass as he left. The door shut with a loud creak. “He’s really cute Sam.” Sam made a face when his door slammed.

“Then do what NORMAL people do and, “He gripped your shoulders, giggles falling out of you as he gently shook you with every word, “Ask. Him out!”

“I barely know him Sam.”

“That what dates are for. Although with your track record you might as well just ask to borrow something after an hour. “

And with Sam’s brilliant idea lodged in your head you decided to do just that.

5:30 AM

Crreeeeeak

Your slightly less than sober self tiptoed into the hall, attempting to listen to the guys arguing over movies before knocking on the door. Steve answered the door in record time.

“Whatcha need Sweetheart?”

“You got any extra bags of popcorn? We’re out.”

“Sure thing, hang on.” You accepted the bags gratefully. “Anything else?”

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Blue….ok bye!”

“Bye”

Slam

Creeeeeeeak

6:30 AM

Slam

Knock

Your turn to open the door with a Creeeeeak

“Yes?”

“You got an iron?” Steve asked sheepishly, Tony, being slightly annoyed at the interruption of movie time poked his head into the hall.

“Why do you need an Iron? We have an Iron! I’m the Iron Man in this apartment!”

“She might have one not covered in cheese grease.” Steve said pointedly, Bucky looking guilty from opposite of Tony.

“That happened one time months ago! I bet it still works fine!” You gave the men a sympathetic glance.

Steve looked pleadingly at you. “Please.” You nodded, walking past a slightly irked and sleepy Sam to dig through the closet, returning promptly with an iron. “Thanks Doll, what’s your favorite movie?”

“Casablanca. You?”

“Pride and prejudice…” Your heart melted for .5 seconds before he quickly added “And Zombies.”

“Gotcha. Well, have a good morning. “

“Yea you too Y/N.”

Creeeeaaaak

Slam

7:30 AM

Creeeeeak

Knock Knock

Steve rubbed at his eyes before perking up at the sight of you in pjs, sleepy look on your own face as well.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a blowtorch around here?” You asked casually.

Steve looked stunned. “Uh….One, should I be concerned for Sam’s well being?” You quickly shook your head. “Alright…Two, why do you need a blowtorch?”

“Crème Brulee” You laughed at his reaction, his eyebrows so far into his hairline they almost got lost into his hair. An exaggeration on your part but it was still definitely a sight. “Relax, I’m mostly sober. Just hungry.”

“There is no way your custard could have set by now.”

He noticed how you looked impressed before shrugging as if it were nothing, “It has when you own a blast chiller. Being employed by two world renowned chefs has its perks.”

“I guess. Hang on.” You managed to catch a glimpse of Tony and Bucky partially glaring at you from the living room.

“I’m not keeping you guys up am I?”

“Only meant to go to bed four hours ago.” Tony snapped before grinning, “But if you come in and cuddle with me til I fall asleep I’ll consider us even.” He winked and you felt slightly self conscious for standing in a doorway in a tank top and shorts.

“Tony, go to bed. No one is keeping you out here.” Steve tossed across his shoulder before handing you the handheld heat device. “One blowtorch. “

“Thanks Steve. Want me to bring you some?” You asked innocently, cradling the blowtorch like a newborn. Bucky cleared his throat. “I think Tony and I deserve some for putting up with you two all night.” You gave a deep sigh before nodding slowly.

“Done. I did plan on bringing you some anyway, for being so nice to me. And like a belated birthday present.” Bucky’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, whipping it over to Steve at such a speed you thought it would pop off and get carried out of the window.

“If you don’t marry her I call dibs.” You held up a finger before heading back to your apartment, the door being left open for the simple fact that Sam had threatened to smother you. His hangover was coming in hot, and he was always so cranky when he had one. You put the finishing touches on the small ramekins, using the blowtorch with skilled hands. The parents of the kids you sat most of the week had taught you a thing or two after all. You carefully set them on a tray and along with a French press of fresh coffee, bridged the gap between your two doors once more.

You set the tray down on the coffee table in front of three sets of hungry eyes. “I hope you like it!” You said cheerfully, taking a minute to soak in the childlike wonder that graced the three men’s faces. They took no time digging into the confection, Bucky and Tony making nearly identical moans at their first spoonful.

“I take back all the bad things I was thinking about you.” Tony got out before moaning again, “This stuff should be illegal.” You shook your head, slowly backtracking through the door.

“I’m glad, but I should be trying to sleep now. I hope you all have a goodnight…I mean morning.” You rushed back to your apartment with a loud crrreeeeeaaaak.

“She’s perfect.” Steve gushed after nearly inhaling his dessert.

“If only you had remembered to ask her out.” Tony muffled out, going to town on licking the inside of the small bowl as if there were any stray pieces of burnt sugar remaining. “Now it looks like I’m going to have to. Really have to twist my arm.”

Steve looked at your closed door in disappointment. “Shit.”

8:00 AM

Slam

Steve raised his hand, waiting a moment to knock. He’d been an annoying asshole all night to his roommates, not to mention yours. He should just call it a night but he desperately needed to ask you out before he lost his nerve. And before Tony had a chance to. He lightly rapped on the door, holding his breath while the door creaked open. But you didn’t answer.

One extremely pissed off and extremely hungover Sam Wilson did.

“Someone better be dying 7-D.”

“Oh uh no…sorry I was uh…” Steve trailed off, looking for a way to cover his ass from the obvious wrath coming his way. “Spit it out I don’t have all day.” Sam warned, tapping his foot impatiently.

“DoyouhaveablenderIcouldborrow?” Steve shot out, the mumbled jumbled mess making Sam quirk a brow, crossing his arms.

“Come again?”

“Sorry, “ Steve cleared his throat before starting again, “Do you have a blender I can borrow? For Bloody Marys? The guys are gonna have a wicked hangover and I thought I’d be nice and make them when they wake up.”

“A blender seems like the exact opposite of what they need with a hangover but what the hell. If it gets you out of my hair.“ Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes, “Hang on.” It took Sam ten seconds to retrieve the contraption and all of its matching parts. Steve would have been impressed, if he hadn’t felt so bad.

“One blender. Now let me die in peace.”

“Thanks…?” “Sam. Sam Wilson.”

“Sam.” Steve tried the name on for size with a wide smile. “Nice name.”

“Don’t push your luck Steve, Y/N may have fallen for that pretty boy crap but I sure as shit won’t.”

“I don’t suppose you two will want a Bloody Mary later?”

The door was already closing, Sam speaking into the shrinking crack with indifference. “Not unless it’s made out of sleep. Goodnight 7-D”

Steve thought his was the only door in the hallway that could slam.

Sunday, 3PM

“Y/N we need more toilet paper!” Sam called from the closet next to the bathroom, you hastily scribbling the words down on a post it note before grabbing your keys.

“I’m on it! If you think of anything else, text me!” You rushed out the door, not noticing you had forgotten to grab your apartment keys on the counter. You always carried two separate key rings, in the highly likely scenario of someone trying to mug you. Sam looked at them, wheels beginning to turn.

~~In 7-D~~

“I’m going out to get some celery!” Steve called, grabbing his keys and slipping on some worn sneakers, “If you need anything just message me!” Slam

“Today’s the day I change the locks.” Tony said confidently, retreating to his room briefly to grab the new set. He had been waiting for both of them to be home, but with the way Steve had been with Y/N all night he had a score to settle. Groaning at the sound of the trash man outside he pressed the once frozen bag of carrots to his head, walking out and past a comatose Bucky on the couch. Tony glared. Asshole can sleep through anything.

He was counting on it.

4:15pm

You were extremely concerned when you reached the apartment building and realized you forgotten your keys, temporary panic set in before you remembered two things.

One, Sam was still home.

And two, he was a light sleeper.

You practically sprinted down the hall, paying no mind to the tall blond that was slapped against his own door in defeat, random items along either side of the doorway. As you neared your own door you noticed a small pile of items had migrated outside as well, a bright orange sticky note attached to the oak door.

“They’ve locked us out.” Steve said with a groan, bag holding celery and coffee hitting the ground with an unimpressed thud. “They’re punishing us for this morning.”

“No way!” You bit out, knocking on the door angrily, “Wilma! Open this retched door if you ever want to take a shit again!” You looked down at the ground, finally acknowledging the objects. “What the hell is all of this?”

“It the things we borrowed from each other last night.” Came the blonde’s response, you recognizing the bright pink dust pan, French press, and Iron. Among other things he had asked for in the early hours.

“When did you borrow my blender?” You asked pointedly, noticing how Steve’s face turned a slight pink.

“This morning. I got Sam.” You mouth made a perfect O shape, taking the sticky note off the door. What he said-Sam

“This note makes no sense.” You whispered, scratching the crown of your head, looking up to Steve to see his blush deepen. “What’s this about?”

“Uh….here.” He handed you his own crumpled up note.

You can come in when you’ve grown a pair and asked her out –Tony

“Oh.” You stared at the note, shifting your weight from foot to foot while your hallway partner studied your face as if it was the first time meeting you. He jumped in surprise when you looked up again at him with a beaming smile, “Well how about lunch?”

“You’re not hungover?” He asked curiously, you scoffed.

“Please, I’m no rookie.”

“Lunch sounds great Y/N,” Steve beamed his own mega watt smile your way and held out his arm, “You ever been to Kay’s?”

“I looove Kay’s!” You gushed, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall, but not before yelling loudly. “IT’S A DATE! NOW YOU GUYS CAN PUT OUR STUFF BACK!”

The three men were happy to do it, thankful for some more peace and quiet. Even if only temporarily.

Six Months Later, 3 AM

Crreeeeaaaak

“God damnit.”

Your eyes shot open to the sound of your apartment door opening, waiting for the infernal door to scream in protest before it was shut. But that never came. Instead the sound of power tools and more cussing filled the air for a few moments before the sound of rattling metal and plastic containers flooded your ears. Curious, you threw on some slippers and opened your door, walking into the living room.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Steve Rogers replacing your door hinges.

“Good morning handsome.” You called, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his solid middle, “You’re busy this morning. Long shift?”

“Nothing major, “ Steve moved so his arm came to rest around your side, “figured it was time we got this fixed. Especially since I live here now.”

“My hero,” You snarked, “whatever would I do without you?”

He snickered, “Probably kill Sam by now.”

“Yup.” You grinned when he let out a loud bark of laughter, “And now it’s just another thing you can hold over him when you see him and Tony this afternoon for brunch.”

“Copy that. Their apartment or ours this time?”He questioned, itching to get his hands on you.

“Theirs. So we have plenty of tim..” He gripped you tight and cut you off with a kiss, you responding immediately. Steve sighed and picked you up effortlessly while you wrapped your legs around him. He pushed the door shut and tossed the lock over with ease, walking both of you back to your room.

Both doors closed with a soft click.

The end.

Tagging: @kaytizzle @giggleberts @cuffski @pies-wands-and-more

#justkendingwritingchallenge #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel au #marvel fanfiction

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hollenka99 · 4 years

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Now That I’ve Played SoulScape...

This will be a spoiler review so please don't read this if you plan on playing the game yourself. Will naturally also contain spoilers for SeptiScape too so the same goes for that game as well.

General Comments

(This was originally all bulletpointed but I decided it was easier to read as paragraphs instead)

It's so good to see the -Scape (Scapeverse?) boys again. It's been over 2 years so their face design looks slightly different but that's expected when it comes to continual development as an artist. My favourite new looks are Chase, Marvin and Nega.

Also voice acting???? Hell yeah! Marvin’s expressions give me the kind of vibe that they were inspired by cat memes and his voice acting seems perfect for him.

I was just wandering around the woods, exploring the area, when Angus makes a pun involving loss. It took me by surprise and I spent a full 10 seconds being super confused by this seemingly random comment before noticing the trees. Then I just wanted to flip my laptop. I can't remember if it was Dev Ritchy or Dev Blake who claimed responsibility but I want you to know I was glaring at my screen for a minute because of what you did. Have been lowkey wondering whether Lucky Luciano was there since this happened last night.

Straight up melted when Bing saw Angus in his true appearance and they started calling each other sunflower and angel etc. Their reunion during the good end and any/all interactions they have in this game send me every time.

I spent so long just wandering around Attitude City. Mostly because I was too dumb to realise the cliffs were to the side and you could get the bus to the skating rink. At least I got to explore the place thoroughly.

Loved seeing some characters from SPG making cameos. I saw Mack’s sprite and went “Surely not... oh my god it is!”. The dialogue with Billy where he makes references to chapter 1 of GITS were brilliant.

The only issue I had was in the church because for some reason it was super laggy and quite difficult to do anything in that room. But that it is just one small area that slightly dampened the experience. Everything else in the game ran smoothly.

Chad just showing up and being like "Well... how about I let someone of your exact description have all this weed of the dankest degree for free." was iconic.

Fuck Stacy. That's all I'm going to say. But it does go to show that men aren't the only ones who are capable of being abusers and thank you for showing that.

I had to take a moment when Jackie told his younger self that they were braver and stronger than they gave themselves credit for.

I am so glad Marvin has a friend like Beau who had his back while he was being taken advantage of. The world needs more Beaus.

I loved the art on Beau's cards. If it’s mentioned in the credits, sorry because I think I may have missed it but kudos to whoever designed those cards.

I could watch that empty room all day. I'm sure there might have been an easter egg if you chose to stay in the room multiple times but I didn't pursue it. Didn't even see Angus show up because I was anticipating a mild jumpscare from [OMITTED] so my hands were covering my face.

Not entirely sure what the cause of Emma's death is. When Henrik said he blamed himself, I originally thought he might have made the fatal mistake of letting a baby sleep in his bed. But I doubt Henrik would do something that dangerous, especially since he has a background in medicine. It's more likely to be an unfortunate case of cot death/SIDS, which just makes it sadder because sometimes that stuff can simply Happen and nobody is to blame, least of all the new father who simply left his daughter alone for a short while to get some sleep.

Bing's boss battle was so tough, I swear. He kept doing that attack where multiple people suffered a fair bit of damage. I lost to him once because I did not stock up properly. Classic case of not having enough BB when shops were available then not having access to shops when I did have enough BB to buy a bunch of white choc cookies and Jameson. 2nd time lucky though.

I found burn damage is your best friend with bosses. Now I will forever swear by this method whenever I replay this game.

I managed it on my first try but man, the fight between Anti and Angus was rough too. I couldn't get Angus' code manipulation trick to work with Anti so no burns to help me this time. Plus, the guy kept freezing time and healing himself like wow, who'd be mean enough to replenish their HP mid-fight. Anyway, it ended up being a case of them continually hitting each other with occasional misses and me feeding Angus cookies whenever his HP grew yellow.

When it came to the scene where Anti gets his souls back, I honestly thought Angus would give up his chance of feeling whole with nothing to fall back on because of the card Beau showed us where someone falls off a tower. I'm really glad Angus got to have a good ending too. Both he and Anti deserve to be whole and happy.

BAD END SEAN BAD END SEAN BAD END SEAN

No but seriously, I think it's really cool that both of the SeptiScape endings are canon. I have no clue who the shadow person could be but I am hyped to eventually find out.

I can't wait for EndScape to be released and we have literally only gotten SoulScape in the past 24 hours.

Angus and Anti

Thought these two deserved their own section since the game largely revolves around them and their conflict of wanting to exist but needing Posi and Nega to do so.

That first bit with Anti's horror world creeped me the hell out. It was after 10pm, maybe around 11 even. My room was completely dark except for my screen. I was so tense the whole time I walked around, incredibly wary throughout that section. I was living when Anti confronted Angus once you caught up to him. And when Angus went to find him in the woods near the campsite? My mind kept yelling 'ThisisbadThisisbadThisisbad' as we approached.

After that first bit, I looked forward to any Anti section because I love his character. He was completely justified in his motivations. I mean, Angus admits to stealing Nega as soon as he returns to his house with Sean after their fight in the first game. If anything, I'm surprised it takes him as long as it does for him to realise [OMITTED] is the true Anti.

I really liked the truth that it hadn't just been Anti that Angus affected when he grabbed Nega. There was also Henry and that universe's Bing, among others presumably. They all deserved a happy ending and it looks like they're getting it after all these years. I think it was very sweet that they threw Anti a birthday party as an epilogue.

Oh also, seeing the dynamic between Angus, Posi and Nega was really cool. They've obviously grown close to each other in the year that's passed since the events of SeptiScape. The souls admitting they felt returning to Anti was the right thing to do was the perfect kind of gut punch. You know deep down that they're right and Anti does indeed need them but at the same time you're going "Wait no, you can't leave Angus!"

All in all, I think the whole story arc concerning Anti and Angus was really well written. You want to dislike Anti because he's the antagonist to Angus' protagonist, an aggressive one at that. But you can't help siding with both of them.

Either way, I already said it this morning when I'd just finished the game about 15 minutes before but well done. You did yet another great job with this one. SeptiScape is one of my favourite games in general, I can tell I'll be replaying SoulScape several times like I have with the first game and I have no doubt I'll be here in 2-3 years gushing about EndScape just like I am right now.

Once again, thank you for creating these games. Now go grab a slice of cake, watch your favourite movie, put an album you love on blast... whatever it is that you do to treat yourself. You've all earned it.

#soulscape #power of friends games #soulscape spoilers #septiscape spoilers #probably missed a bunch of stuff but this is mostly what came to my head this morning once I finished #I am moving up north on Tuesday but I swear I will try write a couple fics this week #I was at church today and in Many Thoughts Head Full mode because of the game

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voldemorthatesnose96 · 4 years

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belle âme

It got yeeted so I reposted it again. Sorry everyone

Robbe is a kindergarten teacher where Sander’s brother named Noah is a new student there

If you can find the easter egg, please comment!😂

For most people, children is such a nuisance. Their never-end chattering, yelling, screaming, breaking things, crying unnecessarily, throwing tantrums—well, you all know the rest. Being a parent to children is one thing, but being their teacher is a whole new level of stress. Especially when you’re working at the kindergarten school.

Almost all teachers here are complaining about the same thing every single day, and to be honest, for Robbe IJzermans; the first youngest teacher since this school was opened in 2001, feel like their useless talking is way more annoying than the child’s tantrum.

As usual, he’s the first person coming at school and minding his own business while eating sandwiches when not long after, a couple of another teachers are entering the room and groaning in unison about what kind of disaster they’ll get today. Robbe only give them a reluctant smile when he’s being asked about how annoying some students are.

Why don’t you just quit then?, he swears internally.

Robbe quickly sigh in relief when the clock strike at 7.25 AM, which means that the class is going to start in 5 minutes. After saying goodbye to other teachers, he swiftly making his way to the class.

Robbe is always have doubts in his mind, but one thing for sure and also something that he’ll always be proud of, is the fact that his students love and respect him. Robbe doesn’t know how it happens and never in his life, he ever think that these students will get along him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Not gonna lie, he always cries when his one of his student gives him a simple note after the class’s end—a very innocent note like “thankssss yuuuuu for todayyyy mr IJzermanzzz! We lovvvessss yuuu SO MUCH!” with a doodle underneath it. So far, the notes he’s getting is more than 20 now and they’re all safe inside his desk at home.

Robbe IJzermans love children and will always be. It might be weird for some people, but it’s true. Every word of it.

“Good morning, everyone!” Robbe greet them with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Good morning, mr IJzermans!” The students greets back in unison, way louder than it should be but Robbe never mind it.

Robbe puts down the textbooks on his desk and says, “we have a great news today! Anyone can guess?”

In an instant, this class is filled with students’ noise. Robbe has to calm them down for a while before they can actually answer.

“New game?” Moyo Makadi raise his hand and jumping excitedly.

“Tour?” Zoe Loockx’s eyes widen at this thought but try hard not to get too ahead of herself.

“Story-telling?” Aaron Jacobs suggest. His curly hair is looking even more curly for these past days; Wonder why.

The other boy who sits beside him rolls his eyes. Senne de Smet is always be the brain in the class and also the most composed, “you is very dumb.”

“Senne, you can’t say that.” Robbe gently remind him. “Say sorry, please?”

“Sorry.” Senne immediately obey.

“And what should we say, then?” Robbe asks the whole class.

“IT IS OKAY, SENNE!”

Robbe grins widely, feeling proud, “good job, everyone!” then he pulls out a piece of paper from his files. “Because none of you guess it right, I will reveal the answer. Drum rolls, please!”

Robbe and his students are tapping the desks together for few seconds before Robbe’s voice stop them.

“We are going to have a new friend!” He announces happily.

When his students are just looking at him in bewilderment, Robbe can’t help but feel confuse and also have this weird urge to laugh because of the faces they’re making right now; it’s like he just said something peculiar and shocking.

“What’s wrong?”

There’s only one student who’s brave enough to raise their hand.

“Yes, Jens?”

“Mr IJzermans, are you going to like this new friend more than us?”

This is WHY Robbe love children so much. Besides their tantrums and everything, but their innocence is the one that not so many people can appreciate.

Robbe examine every single face of his students and they all showing the same concern. So he says, “I will like him as much as I like you all. This is a promise. Please, don’t worry anymore. Okay, class?”

The effect of his words is gradually seen from the children’s expression.

“OKAY, MR IJZERMANS!”

“Please stay calm while I’m gone to meet him. Thank you!”

Robbe thought the new student (Robbe remembers his name is Noah Driesen) will be waiting in front of the office like other kid usually do but no; Noah is already waiting beside his classroom, looking frightened until his grips on his backpack strap is too tight.

Robbe kneeling in front of him until his height is almost the same like Noah’s, looking at his nervous green eyes and says, “you must be Noah Driesen, right?”

The little kid doesn’t answer, still too scared to say anything.

Robbe offers his hand, “hello, Noah. My name is Robbe IJzermans, your new teacher.”

But Noah still not giving any reaction.

This isn’t the first time since Robbe has been working as a teacher, dealing with something like this. So as a gentle yet careful approach, he places his hand on top of Noah’s handgrip.

“Okay, you don’t need to shake my hand but can I ask you few questions? You just need to nod or shake your head, okay?”

Even though Noah is clearly worried but he give Robbe’s request a nod. Robbe see this as a chance.

“Very good,” he smiles kindly. “The first question is, if I ask you to look at me, would you do it?”

Noah take a few second to think about it, then ever so slowly, he lifts his eyes to looks at Robbe’s warm chocolate eyes.

“It’s easy, isn’t it?” Noah smile nervously, while Robbe is trying to loosen the grip without him noticing. “The second question is, would you be my friend, Noah?”

Once again, the little kid nods but more confident this time. This make Robbe feel genuinely happy and content.

“Last question is, are you still afraid? Now that I’m your friend?”

For the first time ever, Noah finally speak, “no, mr IJzermans.”

Robbe ruffle Noah’s brunette hair, get up from the kneeling position (his legs are a bit numb) and offer his hand again.

“Shall we go to class now?”

Noah take his hand and hold it tightly, “yes, please!”

What an adorable kid, Robbe thought with awe.

It’s a huge relief that the whole class seems to be welcoming and warming up to Noah immediately. Jens even offering the seat beside him once Noah’s done introducing himself.

The class is officially starting at 8.30 AM and most of them are pleading to draw instead of doing basic mathematic. Of course, Robbe can’t refuse. Rules be damned.

“Alright, take out your crayons and drawing book, make everything that you want! Have fun!”

“YAAAAAAY!”

Suddenly Noah raise his hand, “mr IJzermans, I don’t bring anything to draw.”

A curly-haired girl wearing glasses named Luca is walking towards him immediately while bringing her crayons and colored pencils with her.

“Here! We can share!”

Robbe also give Noah his new drawing book. He always bring one or two in case one of his student is forget to bring it here.

“For you. Use it well.”

“THANK YOU, LUCA!” Noah beams. “THANK YOU, MR IJZERMANS!”

After few shouting from the students and flying crayons in the air later, they’re all finally finished with their drawings. Noah is the last kid to hand his work. But before he leaves, he asks Robbe to kneel again.

“Yes?”

“Mr IJzermans, can Noah marry you?”

This isn’t the first time Robbe is being asked for something like this from the other girl students before, but considering it comes from a boy he just teached today, Robbe can’t help but feel a bit surprised, but also happy. The determination on Noah’s face is incredible; it makes Robbe want to pinch his cheeks.

“You don’t mind that I’m also a boy?”

Noah shakes his head strongly, “no. Noah do not mind!”

Robbe place his hand on Noah’s head and softly says, “then, I’ll gladly marry you.”

“Really?!”

“Really really!”

Noah hold his yelp then plead, “can I tell my big brother too, mr IJzermans? Will you meet him later?”

How could Robbe said no that face? Or any children’s face, in general? Naaaah...

“I’d love to.”

“YAY!”

And without saying another word, Noah skipping happily to his seat while Robbe watching him in awe. Why does kids are super adorable? It hurts sometimes.

The rest of today’s lesson is going well. Even though, there’s one student named Britt Ingelbrecht, who cry because Jana Ackerman accidentally hit her head with a ruler before the class end. Robbe has to calm them both for nearly twenty minutes and being grateful that they’re finally okay.

After saying goodbye to each of the students by doing a high-five on their way out, Noah is now offering his hand, pouting slightly—perhaps thinking that Robbe is forgetting that he’s supposed to mee his older brother after school.

Robbe is grinning widely as he take Noah’s little hand and walking side by side.

“Mr IJzermans will looooove big brother as much as Noah do!”

“Is that so?” Robbe replies calmly.

Noah is skipping now, “YES!”

But then when they’re about to exit the building, Noah is pointing his finger at a boy around Robbe’s age with hair as white as freshly fallen snow, wearing black everything; making him as a living depiction of Yin and Yang itself because of the contrast between his hair and the clothes he’s wearing. The first thought that comes to Robbe’s mind about this boy is ‘alluring’, and Robbe can’t look away from him.

“That’s Noah’s big brother, mr IJzermans.”

“Oh...okay...”

Robbe stutters as Noah pull his hand to walk towards his brother, who’s now smiling brightly of seeing Noah before his eyes lands on Robbe. The same green eyes like Noah’s, but a bit darker and probably hide many deep emotions there. Robbe gulp at the thought.

“Noah, who is this?” The boy asks.

“Big brother, this is Noah’s new teacher, Mr IJzermans! He helped Noah today with drawing and ma... mathmmmatical...”

“Mathematics.” Robbe corrects little Noah slowly.

“Yes yes, numbers. Noah do not like.”

His older brother doesn’t say anything but he gives Robbe a smirk, and his heart beats fast in the matter of seconds.

“Guess what... guess what, big brother! Come on! Guess!”

“What is it, little brother?”

“Mr IJzermans agreed to marry Noah!!!!”

Noah’s brother instantly pierce his stare at Robbe again. Though, it looks like he’s more curious and somewhat amused rather than feeling weird about it.

“Is that true?”

Feel like Robbe’s tongue is tied in a knot, so he just nods once. Sincerely hoping his cheeks and his neck aren’t turning red right now.

“Noah?”

“Yes, big brother?”

“What if I marry your teacher first?”

How dare this stranger asks such question in front of his own little brother?! And most importantly, his tone is as light as a feather and very devil-may-cry like; as if this question is something he’s been asking a lot of times before?

But why why why does Robbe’s feel butterflies in his stomach?! Is this normal for everybody?!

“Sir, you can’t...”

“Sander,” he cuts Robbe quickly. “Don’t call me sir. I feel old.”

Robbe’s taking a deep breath and mildly scolding Sander, “okay, Sander, you can’t say something like that in front of a child.”

“What was your name again?”

“Robbe IJzermans.”

“Okay, Robbe,” Sander mimic Robbe’s tone earlier, also his smirk is still clearly visible. “My brother is way mature than he looks. Don’t worry too much. Right, little brother?”

Noah nods excitedly, “Noah do not mind if you marry mr IJzermans too.”

This need to stop, Robbe thought.

“Just messing around with you,” Sander assures him. “You seemed tense earlier.”

Before Robbe can make a comment, Sander speak again.

“Well, we gotta go now. The traffic’s crazy,” he takes Noah’s hand in his. “Say goodbye to your teacher, Noah.”

Little Noah let go of his brother’s hand and hug Robbe’s waist before wave his hand and say, “See you tomorrow, mr IJzermans!”

“See you tomorrow.”

Much to Robbe’s surprise, Sander suddenly asks his brother to say goodbye to his other friends, which Noah happily obey. Now, there’s just the two of them talking, face to face.

“thanks for taking care of my brother,” the bleached hair guy say so very gently. “It means a lot to me.”

“Don’t be. I’m his teacher after all,” Robbe smiles reassuringly. “He’s very good at drawing. Just so you know.”

Sander looks like he’s contemplating. But when he opens his mouth to say something, he immediately closes it again, and instead, gives Robbe a thankful smile and says, “thanks nonetheless. I’ll see you around, then? Maybe?”

Robbe nods, “sure, Sander.”

Sander

Instead of turning his body to walk towards the building, Robbe’s feet somehow glued to where he’s standing, watching these brothers genuinely care for each other really warm his heart. Though one thing for sure, the bleached hair boy, Sander Driesen, will fill up Robbe’s mind for the rest of the day.

And he doesn’t mind it. At all.

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How Psych Evolved Through the Character of Carlton Lassiter

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Early on in the Psych pilot, Shawn Spencer’s (James Roday Rodriguez) ludicrous plot to impersonate a psychic in order to solve crime suddenly takes on grave stakes: Chief Vick (Kirsten Nelson) informs him that if he’s lying, he’ll be prosecuted for hindering a police investigation. Just like that, he’s locked into his lie, and has no choice but to let it snowball—into a private eye business with his best friend Burton Guster (Dulé Hill), but also into a lucrative consultancy gig for the Santa Barbara Police Department that, psychic antics be damned, legitimately saves lives.

But while it’s the Chief who put the fear of God into Shawn, the true threat to his secret was always one Carlton Jebediah Lassiter (Timothy Omundson). In the early seasons, Lassiter was the perfect foil: a by-the-book detective obsessed with proper procedure and with hypermasculinity, who had patience for neither Gus’ high-pitched squeals nor Shawn’s supernatural “hunches.” The fake psychic’s obnoxious theatrics were nothing without an exasperated reaction from Carlton… especially as those hunches kept paying off and making this old dog all the more self-conscious about his own inability to learn new tricks.

Even moreso than their eventual tango duet in Psych: The Musical, Shawn and Lassie’s song has always been the Psych theme:

I know, you know, that I’m not telling the truth

I know, you know, they just don’t have any proof

Embrace the deception, learn how to bend

Your worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end

Yet even as Lassiter delighted in watching Shawn get shown up by other fake psychics and even threatened to be the one to someday catch him in the act, over the course of the series this seeming antagonist shifted into a comic relief role and eventually a truly sympathetic figure. As Carlton became Lassie, so too did Psych grow beyond its cheeky premise, from a potentially one-note episodic show to a serialized dramedy about a found family solving crimes in all manner of unconventional ways—a connection that was cemented in Psych: The Movie and now in Psych 2: Lassie Come Home.

It started with Shawn noticing that Lassie needed help, even if he would never say so outright—when he encountered the detective, drunk and loose-lipped and off his game, in “From the Earth to Starbucks.” Not only was he confounded by Shawn’s skills, Lassiter confessed, but it made him feel worse about the fact that he couldn’t solve what he believed was the murder of a local astronomer who seemingly died of natural causes. Shawn, Gus, and Juliet (Maggie Lawson) spent the rest of that episode surreptitiously helping Lassiter solve what was indeed a murder, all while throwing him clues without him realizing. There was a noticeable absence of Shawn’s psychic shtick in that season 1 episode, since the point was to give Lassiter all the credit, which meant making it look like Lassiter’s way of working. Shawn didn’t have to perform, aside from moments of conspiring with Jules, because it was very much a case of What Would Lassie Do?

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By the time “Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing” in season 3 and was the prime suspect in a criminal’s death, he knew he had no choice but to bring Psych in where the SBPD wouldn’t investigate. And in the case of “Last Night Gus” in season 6—well, it was in everyone’s best interests to solve the mystery of that Hangover-esque night. Over the years, viewers discovered along with Shawn, Gus, and Jules various Lassie quirks: He works out his daddy issues by dressing up as his Civil War ancestor and an archetypal cowboy. He enjoys tap dancing with Gus because it helps him sort through his thoughts. He falls in love with Marlowe (Kristy Swanson) despite her criminal record. He shares more and more of himself with these colleagues who become friends and then family. In turn, he comes to, if not actually believe in, then at least accept the idiosyncrasies of Psych—because like it or not, it makes his professional and personal lives better. At the same time, Shawn’s lie quietly explodes his relationship with Juliet, as it makes her doubt that he was telling her the truth about anything. Even after they reconcile, the ramifications of almost losing her cause Shawn to pull back from automatically playing the psychic card.

And then Lassiter winds up shot and recovering in a hospital bed, helpless in the most Hitchcockian fashion at the start of Psych 2, and there’s no question about who he’ll call.

Clearly creator Steve Franks and the other writers made the decision that if they were to have Lassiter as a presence in Psych’s present, they had no choice but to draw from Omundson’s personal experience recovering from a debilitating stroke. Yet it’s eerie how well this dramatic arc fits Lassiter’s character—Lassie, who may have become a big teddy bear by the end of the series, but who is still obsessed with (heterosexual, able-bodied) notions of supposed manliness. Carlton “Danger” Lassiter, who once said he would go out “in a hailstorm of bullets” if it meant catching a criminal. Now he has to face the knowledge that he may never walk again.

Interestingly, Juliet is not the one whose help Lassiter specifically requests, despite their history as partners. In fact, it’s likely their shared experience that makes him reluctant to put her in that position; if there’s someone that Carlton would be afraid to be exposed in front of, it’s his former mentee. How can he reconcile asking the one-time junior detective whom he showed the ropes to adapt to a situation where he’s still getting his bearings? To wit, he puts her off with a to-do list of errands—a throwback to their early days together, when he frequently invited her to “shut it” or otherwise stay in her lane.

Thankfully, one of the many lessons Juliet took from their time together in the field was to not obey orders when she knows she’s on to something. And so she returns to the scene of the crime where Lassiter was shot, follows up on ballistics, and locates the missing puzzle piece of the second bullet. Shawn and Gus get the ghosts, but Jules gets the shooter. Between being confined to his hospital room, and in the face of Jules’ own stubborn tenacity, Lassiter couldn’t have stopped her if he tried. In many ways, accepting help not asked for demands even more vulnerability from him.

What’s most fascinating about Shawn and Gus’ investigation in Lassie Come Home is that not for a moment do they bullshit Lassiter. This isn’t a case for Psych, it’s an act of love from two close friends—absolutely no psychic spectacle necessary. Now, one could argue that Shawn wouldn’t have even thought to make up a vision because, as far as he knows, Lassiter watched his goodbye video (in the series finale) all the way to the end, where he confessed the truth behind how he manages to solve so many crimes.

Instead, right before Shawn could give Lassiter the answer he’d dreamed of hearing for eight seasons, the detective popped out the DVD and broke it in half. At the time, this moment in the Psych canon, arguably more than his relationship with Marlowe or his identity as a father, was when Lassiter experienced his greatest character growth: He would rather pause time, to focus on all the good that Shawn had accomplished through his lie, than be right.

But time can’t stay paused forever; and if Lassiter is being clear-eyed about how Shawn solves his baffling hospital sightings in Lassie Come Home, then he also has no illusions about his inability to solve his own mystery alone. He can contribute his observations—credible and not—and draw his own conclusions, but he has to trust Shawn, Gus, and Juliet to be his eyes, ears, and legs outside of the prison of his room. He also has to accept that he’s not always present in the crime-solving; there’s a recurring theme in which Lassiter, drifting on his meds, opens his eyes to Shawn and Gus, or Juliet, waiting expectantly for him to wake up and catch up. In one scene where Shawn goes to ask his advice about fatherhood, Lassie is completely asleep, an incredible display of vulnerability from both Lassiter and Omundson.

Yet as we learn in his final showdown with the murderous nurse Dolores (Sarah Chalke), just because Lassiter closes his eyes doesn’t mean he’s out for the count. The way he outwits her is Lassiter to a tee: Even while slipping away from the fatal morphine drip, he has enough wherewithal to grab one of three (three!) guns he had stashed in his hospital room—just like in “Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing.”

But this time, instead of being all cool and flipping the bullet into his hand, this Lassiter is babbling to the morphine-induced hallucination of his dead father (Joel McHale) about how much it hurt to lose him, about how he’s afraid he’ll leave his daughter to grow up without a father just like he did.

The moment is played for laughs, with Dolores’ face screwing up into incredulity—this guy has a gun pulled on her, and he’s still mumbling closure to his ghost dad? But for fans, it’s tantamount to the DVD moment: Lassiter has finally found the way to be unguarded, to embrace the ridiculousness of the present moment without self-consciousness, without losing sight of the perp. Even though he has the upper hand, he’s still scared about what he’s going to do when he gets out of this room. He can put away a killer, but he can’t predict his own future beyond the hospital.

Which makes his reunion with Marlowe—witnessed only by Jules and Henry (Corbin Bernsen)—all the more moving. Another character in another narrative wouldn’t have cared if he returned to his wife in a wheelchair, wouldn’t have agonized over mustering enough strength to stand face-to-face with her. But it’s Lassiter, with specific ideas about what it means to be a man, and for him that means looking Marlowe in the eye so they can press their hands together—this time not glass between them, nor either of their pasts, but this new challenge—in solidarity.

Lassiter’s not perfect: He has a lot of toxic masculinity left to unlearn, and he owns an appalling number of guns. He’s still more conservative than not. Because he’s a cop who becomes more sympathetic, his narrative contributes to the larger cultural trend of “copaganda” on television. It’s the same problematic issue that faces the characters on Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Even if he’s lovable, and especially because of this fact, his identity as a police officer complicates the conversation around his character growth.

But within the world of Psych, he’s a character with a worthwhile arc. Like Lassiter, the series started out following a strict formula, and only after it had relaxed into something stronger than its premise—its talented ensemble, ‘80s riffs, and library of delightful in-jokes and callbacks—could it grow beyond its initial form.

Speaking of in-jokes… For the 100-plus teases, hints, and outright cameos the series gave us of its signature symbol, we all failed to spot Psych’s most important pineapple appearance. Lassiter is the pineapple! Prickly on the outside, sweet (but still tart) on the inside. Often difficult to spot, but so rewarding to find. Case closed.

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Mun Dash Game

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

Editor’s note: These are in no ranked order or anything like that, they’re just ten favorites as I could think of them.

Bismuth - Steven Universe. You may notice a theme here; I like my characters complex, their motivations valid, their decisions misguided, and their actions questioned by everyone, often including themselves. I loved Bismuth’s entire concept and I’m sad that she hasn’t had more time front and center to develop beyond her introduction as both a plot device and as a catalyst for Steven’s advancement. Same story with Jasper, though she got a few more appearances. I want to see these people grow and for the people they hurt to grow with them, damn it. Even if that growth is downward into an even worse state, I want to see it because positive or negative, emotional fallout is awesome.

Demona - Gargoyles. There was going to be a Gargoyles character here and I am basically legally obligated to pick either Demona or Thailog because I am a sucker for great voices and tragic villains. Demona’s story wins out by a decent margin because her suffering was entirely borne of her own poor decisions, many of which she felt were right at the time. She just refused to accept that she was wrong or that she could try to make things better at any time, and I was fascinated by that from the first time I saw it. This shit was in a kids’ show that predates Steven Universe by 19 years.

Baby Doll - Batman: TAS. She only showed up once (in the original animation style, anyway) but good god damn did it count. She was angry, hurt, belittled, and so unbearably lonely that when everything fell apart and the dust settled and she couldn’t kill all her problems away, she just broke down. “Why couldn’t you just let me make believe?!” is still crystallized in my head, and it still gives me little pangs when I think of it. And at the end of it all, she sobbed “I didn’t mean to” as she hugged Batman’s leg. And he comforted her. Also in a kids’ show that predates Steven Universe by 21 years.

Scanlan Shorthalt - Critical Role, Campaign 1. I bet you thought after those first three it’d probably be Vax or Percy, but... Look, the character was fantastic and the player made him that way and frankly made that campaign. He’s my go-to for when I need a good cry, and he’s why I learned to build a bard. The same man who started the campaign by asking his bestie what the worst race/class combo was and saying “Okay I’ll play that,” at the end of the campaign made the word “Nine” hit his fellow players and viewers in the chest like a sledgehammer, and nobody has topped that since. His second campaign character, Nott, has also got one of the most poignant backstories I’ve heard in a while, and man will it twist yer gut. Meanwhile both of those characters provide some of the best goddamn comic relief you’re liable to find. Emmy Winner Sam Riegel, ladies and gentlemen.

Francis - Left 4 Dead. I love this grumpy asshole biker. I love that Steam took his “I hate everything” (except vests) schtick and ran with it. I love that the trailers for the second game included him and Rochelle meeting up and commiserating on their hatred of everything, up until Rochelle says she hates his vest and he short-circuits. I miss Francis and I miss playing Left 4 Dead all the time and I yearn for a remaster or rerelease that works better with current setups cuz the original one has uh... not aged well, technologically. Francis and Zoey made life worth livin’ in that game.

Jogurt - Shining Force. This is probably the most obscure one on my list but that’s because Shining Force is an old-ass Genesis game/franchise that is, I admit, pretty generic as far as the plot goes. I love it to pieces regardless because it had some fun with it, and the character designs were wierd and some of the interactions were downright silly. Jogurt was the easter egg secret character in this game, and he’s a little hamster thing with a football helmet on. At the time you get him, most of your fighters have stats in the 20s or potentially 30s and their level is 9, 10, or they’ve been promoted to a new class; every single one of his stats is one and he had not been promoted. If you are able to keep him alive long enough to get him the XP necessary to level up just once, which takes some doing since an enemy can be unarmed and as long as they don’t miss, they kill him, you’ll get a ring called the Yogurt Ring.

When worn, it makes a character look like Jogurt. In the remake for Game Boy Advance, the image for the character shows that it’s a costume with a huge visible zipper up the back. That’s all it does. That’s the joke. And I adore it.

Freddy Krueger - A Nightmare on Elm Street series. I have a love-hate relationship with Freddy. On the one hand, creativity in horror movies--especially in the kills--is something to be embraced, and no matter what else you think of them the Elm Street movies got real fuckin’ creative most of the time. On the other...there have been nine (official) movies with Krueger in them, and only the first three were good. The remake in 2010 was disappointing because it tried to both play to nostalgia and ignore it at the same time and also made Freddy darker, which made him less fun to watch.

Still, I enjoyed the hell outta Freddy’s concept, for much the same reason that I love Chucky the Good Guy Doll so much: they’re both snarky monsters who really enjoy the horrors they’re inflicting and they have incredible presence because of the actors who brought them to life. (Mark Hammill worked with what they gave him for Chucky but uh...what they gave him sucked).

Lorewalker Cho/Margeaux - World of Warcraft. The first, because he’s voiced by Jim Cummings and he’s a knowledge-hungry panda who Blizzard has not been stupid enough to kill off thus far. In the middle of an attack by what is basically Cthulhu, he wants to you bring him research notes on Cthulhu’s fishmen. I love him and I would commit war crimes for him.

The second, because she was a bit character that had me fully invested in her and her story within ten minutes. And then Blizzard ripped my fucking heart out. And I yelled at Questifer about it. Aaaaaaaa.

Granny Weatherwax/Sam Vimes - Discworld. They’re both staggering badasses who have neither time nor tolerance for the bullshit trappings of men, while at the same time harboring a deep and abiding love for their fellow beings. They also approach that from completely different ends. They are also both unquestionably the most noble characters I’ve ever read. They are the sum of their principles and their refusal to budge. Steve Rogers could learn from them. In D&D, they’d be paladins to their core, and they’d absolutely hate that.

Spawn - Image Comics. I have, admittedly, read exactly one Spawn comic book, and mostly love him because of his design, his backstory, and the fact that he’s voiced by Keith David in all animated iterations including video game appearances (and only the animated ones were ever good--the 90s movie was fucking horrible). I am hoping the rumored new movie will make things a bit better for the live-action version, but until that actually comes out, I’m not holding my breath.

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‘Legacies’ season 2, episode 6 review: Secrets, secrets are no fun

I think we were all ready for Legacies season 2, episode 6. For Freya to make her first (and hopefully not last) appearance on Legacies and for some big plot pieces to start moving forward. And (whoa boy!), did they ever.

After last week’s big reveal about Vardemus and Clark and all that craziness hiding in plain sight, I was so ready for some hard truths to come out. And what better way to get secrets out in the open than a monster who consumes those keeping the biggest secrets? Read on for all my Legacies season 2, episode 6 thoughts and make sure to comment and tell me what you thought of the episode.

Josie visits hallowed Mikaelson ground

So, the raven-haired Saltzman takes a trip to New Orleans in Legacies season 2, episode 6 to get Freya’s help with a spell, but more so to get some motivation to not be selfish. An interesting head trip for Josie to go down, since she’s usually the self-less twin. This sudden and intense flip of her character’s core being is tough for the Josie-loving part of my heart to accept.

I mean, I get why she’s hesitant, she clearly loves Landon and this is going to complicate matters for him, but ultimately, wouldn’t having full knowledge of someone and what they mean to everyone around you better than keeping everyone in the dark? Holding Landon hostage to what he does and doesn’t remember wouldn’t pave an easy path for their relationship to travel, that’s for sure.

Also, who else had some serious The Originals pangs when seeing Cami, Davina, Josh, Jackson and Freya plastered all over the walls of Rousseau’s? I definitely squeaked and covered my mouth at glimpses of all the characters this world has brought us. It also reminded me just how much I NEED Davina, Kol, and/or Marcel to give their niece a visit. Especially now that they remember her existence.

Kym needs to get supernatural because I want her around PERMANENTLY

In classic TVD fashion, as soon as a human wants to see what goes on in the (usually unexhilarating) world of the supernatural, all hell breaks loose. In Legacies season 2, episode 6 that chaos takes the form of a zombie and a Croatoan, but more on their monster selves later.

I am in love with this new character. I want Kym Hawkins to be a frequent visitor to the Salvatore School because she is smart and witty and confident in some truly refreshing ways. She gives Kaleb so much more to do in scenes, especially since he is super protective of her, and clearly wants her to stay human. I never thought Kaleb Hawkins and Elena Gilbert would have something in common, but there you go.

Let’s table this

I love that Hope and Lizzie’s big plan to keep the Malivore puddle hidden from Mystic Falls-ians was to set up a table over it for Commonwealth Day. That alone should have signaled to both of them that the zombie probably didn’t come out of the portal. Someone would have noticed a zombie climbing out from underneath a table. And, I mean, how many monsters have had the Triad symbol carved into their foreheads? I’m pretty sure that a practiced witch like Hope should have recognized it for what it was, a spellmark, but instead, she just believes Lizzie when she tells her its a Malivore monster. And I think it should have been an even bigger red flag when the Croatoan showed up, but maybe that’s just me.

Josie gives me a Davina flashback

We knew from the Legacies season 2, episode 6 trailer that Josie was going to use black magic against Freya, but I have to take a second and talk about what she was actually doing in that scene. At first glance, I thought she was just using magic to get Freya off her back so she could get back to Mystic Falls and make up her mind about whether she wanted everyone to permanently remember or forget Hope Mikaelson.

But now, after having seen the episode in its entirety, I think she made her decision to restore Hope’s memory the minute she saw the picture of Hope and Freya smiling together on that wall. I think it reminded Josie that restoring Hope’s memory is about more than just Landon. It reminded Josie that Hope has a family out there, has loved ones who are suddenly missing a very important piece of the Mikaelson family story.

So, I think when we saw black magic throw Freya to the ground, it was Josie’s first time casting the restoring spell. I say this because Freya would have needed the heads up to travel all the way to Mystic Falls to arrive before that epic reunion with Hope in the town square. So Josie knew what she was doing before she ever stepped foot back in Mystic Falls.

‘Unhand me you turnips!’

That Sebastian. I like having him around. M.G. and Kaleb hatch an ingenious (if not a little risky) scheme to capture Sebastian, and it works like a charm thanks to the human bait, Kym. The biggest takeaway I have from this scene is that Kym is awesome and I hope they get her into as many episodes of Legacies season 2 as possible. She not only annoys the hell out of Kaleb, which is delightful, but she speaks her mind like nobody’s business. I’m telling you, I want her around ALWAYS. Can we make her a super latent witch whose powers were dormant or something? I need her to move to Mystic Falls ASAP.

Another Alyssa Chang reference!

Now that Alyssa Chang has been cast, I’m more aware than ever that Lizzie is constantly mentioning her. I can’t wait to see what adding Olivia Liang to the cast as Alyssa will do to the character dynamic we’ve been building since season 1. I’m sure she’ll fit right in, since most of our faves know her already, but it’ll be nice to not just use her as random miscellaneous Salvatore School character that gets mentioned from time to time.

The Croatoan

So, does anyone else remember learning about Roanoke in school? As soon as Kym said the name of the lost colony, I had flashbacks to one of the most enduring unsolved mysteries of American history. From this point on I knew I was going to love this episode, but little did I know how much I was about to learn about the Croatoan.

We’ll leave his creation and all that for the section about Sebastian below, but I have to say that I really liked the concept of this episode. I love the larger mystery surrounding the Croatoan. I love his whole concept and what it forces our faves to confess to. I am really glad this is a part of Legacies season 2, and I can’t wait to see what other monsters they have in store for us after this.

‘I’ll just ask him about ‘Star Wars’ and he’ll talk the whole time’

I need to take a second and just discuss how well Lizzie knows Landon. While she’s definitely not a Jandon shipper, she is so tuned into her sister’s wants and needs that she is paying attention. The second she talked about distracting Landon by asking him questions about Star Wars, I sort of swooned for the observational skills of Lizzie Saltzman.

You know who else Lizzie is not shipping? Hosie. She is so not about Josie and Hope having crushes on each other throughout their childhood. Why is she so against them dating? I’m actually really curious about this, because while I see what she has against Landon, I would think that Josie dating Hope would be a step up from Josie’s exes that Lizzie hates, i.e. Penelope Park.

That late ‘TVD’ season Easter Egg

That candle that Lizzie lit to keep Landon safe, wasn’t that the candle that Bonnie used to keep Enzo in the cabin? My heart broke to see it in use again in Legacies season 2, episode 6.

Sebastian’s history

Not only did we learn about the Croatoan, we learned the how, why, and who of Sebastian’s dessication. Except for how he ended up in the Salvatore School basement, but we won’t worry about that for the time being.

So Cassie, Sebastian’s long lost lady love, was a witch. She summoned the Croatoan to distract the Roanoke colony leadership from hunting Sebastian. She wanted the Croatoan to ferret out everyone else’s lies and leave Sebastian alone, but the Croatoan got out of hand and killed everyone in the village.

Cassie dessicated Sebastian to keep him safe (since he was a vamp that nobody knew about, AKA BIG secret stuff), and that left him unable to save her when the Croatoan attacked her. He had to watch her be dissolved in front of his eyes, and then was left to dessicate for a few centuries. As much as I don’t know how to feel about Sebastian in the present, being helpless to save the woman he loved must have been a truly awful thing to endure.

This sheriff is going to be more Matt Donovan than Elizabeth Forbes

Alaric gave this new sheriff a chance to prove she was willing to be in on the secret world of the supernatural, but she failed with flying colors. It seems that he’s going to have to keep her in the dark when it comes to all things vampire, werewolf, and witch… and phoenix, too. There are going to be a LOT of animal attacks in her tenure as Mystic Falls’ sheriff, maybe even more than during the Liz Forbes era, and that is saying something.

How cool was that spell?!

So how awesome was that spell that Josie cast to reinstate Hope into everyone’s memories? I loved how they chose to visualize it, and that the only supernatural creatures that weren’t knocked out were the two who know who Hope Andrea Mikaelson is.

This show has made some incredible choices when it comes to monsters and magic and how to bring them to the screen, and this spell was a big risk. I think it was really cool to see it as a sort of transparent curtain that only affected those that had prior memories of Hope Mikaelson.

Coming clean

This was definitely the episode for hard truths. Hope is remembered, so that starts a whole wrecking ball of secret-sharing. Hope tells Landon that she knows he almost slept with Josie. Lizzie and Josie admit to each other that they both kept the secret of Hope’s truth. M.G. brings Sebastian back to the Salvatore School and comes clean to Lizzie about how she was seeing Sebastian and why everyone can see him now. Oh, and Raf tells Hope (yet again) that he must stay away from her because of his feelings. I really need him to get on the friendship train. These two have epic friendship written all over them. There were probably a few more truths sprinkled in there, but those are the major ones.

Should Hope continue flirting with the Muggles or return to the magical?

So, now that Hope is remembered and things can get back to some semblance of normal, where is Hope going to go to school? She’s made friends and started building a new life at Mystic Falls High, and clearly Leo and Maya aren’t just going to disappear because Hope’s legacy isn’t lost to Malivore anymore. So, is there a case to make for her continuing at Mystic Falls High and maybe building herself a life completely removed from all things supernatural? Or will she re-enroll at the Salvatore School and pick up where she left off?

That Freya hug

Watching Hope get bad news from Raf was rough, considering what she’s lost and gained in the last 6 episodes, but it was all healed by seeing her reunite with her magical mentor. I don’t know if Freya is going to be appearing in any other episodes anytime soon, but I really wish we could have seen these two get more than a hug. I wanted Freya to talk about how the rest of the family is taking her sudden reemergence into their family memories. Kol, Davina, Rebekah, and Marcel have to have some sort of a reaction to this. But, at least their moment was heartfelt and gratifying. I certainly hope this isn’t the last we see of Aunt Freya.

They’ve got his eye on you

So now there is a free-moving zombie eyeball just hanging out at the Salvatore School. Random, crazy, and totally wierd, I just wonder how long before SOMEONE notices?!?!

And I only have like a hundred different theories about who could be under that red cloak now. The strangest, and least well-conceived is our new sheriff and her kids. They act all normal and human, but who’s to say they aren’t just really good, old supernaturals with an agenda.

What did you think of ‘Legacies’ season 2, episode 6?

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I was tagged by @froschimbrunnen for this Rammstein themed tag game, thanks! :D

Get to know me in 10 questions. Copy and paste the questions if you’re tagged, or if you feel like it.

Rules: There are no rules. Tag whoever you want. Don’t tag anyone. Tag yourself. You don’t have to answer all of the questions. Do what you please. Have fun.

created by: @vapor-stein

1. I’m curious: when did you discover Rammstein? I started listening to them in 2011 but I have known about them ever since Amerika became internationally popular and it was playing in the radio all the time in 2004. And because Finland is very much into metal music, Rammstein is very popular here too. And my dad has liked them a lot for a very long time so he often showed us their music videos even when I wasn’t into R+ yet.

2. Tell me your story. How did you discover them? Like I said, it was in 2011 when I got interested in them. I have never been into metal music and I always felt that Rammstein is way too metal for me too. But my siblings had got into Rammstein a bit before me and I remember doing German homework with my brother and we were listening to music, Rammstein this time. And the song Amerika was playing and I had known about this song for years and I didn’t find it bad, but also not that interesting. But I still started to feel like maybe I should still give it a try? And after the song comes their song Moskau. And that was it. That sounded actually good. And I asked my dad for the files and started to investigate their music myself and here I am now.

3. Favorite song? It’s difficult to say just one when all the albums are slightly different from each other and each album has its own best song. But I have to say that “Mein Land” is actually the first one to come in mind. I have liked it a lot ever since I heard it for the first time and it still is one of those songs that makes me feel as good as it did then. “Links 2-3-4″ is also a favorite, I really love the march rhytm in songs! And I like “Adios” a lot too, it has great drums and it’s a bit faster song too which is not that typical for them but it works really great. I also like “Zerstören” A LOT. And have to mention “Halleluja” and “Feuerräder”, those are great.

4. Least favorite song? Come on. I know you have one. I have more than one, Rammstein is one of those bands that have REALLY good songs but then also each album has several not-so-interesting songs. I guess everything just needs to be in balance :D But I mainly don’t really care about very slow songs so I often skip songs like “Feuer und Wasser” or “Rammstein”, I’ve also never really been into “Wiener Blut” nor “Stein um Stein” etc., you get the point.

5. Favorite album? Hmmm, this is a tough one. Mutter and Rosenrot have probably the biggest amount of songs that I don’t skip, and I also really like Sehnsucht, but then again I also really loved the 2019 album too, as it’s a very rare one because I don’t skip a single song. And I really like it how it sounds so Rammstein yet so different, and most of the songs have these little details that sound like they would be almost like easter eggs or tributes to their older albums, and that’s super interesting, because the songs still sound like completely new songs! So I think I’m gonna go with “Rammstein”.

6. Least favorite album? Probably not hard to count from here that it’s “Herzeleid” :D It also has some really good songs but most of the time is has a lot less melodies than the other albums and I really love music with lots of melody and layers. I think what appeals to me with this album the most is the rhythm and drums.

7. Something that speaks to you in the deepest sense of the word: a lyric? A specific song? I’m so bad with lyrics (with all bands) that I cannot say anything to this. I guess I have gone through all the songs with English translations when I was bored but I legit cannot remember the stories to more than maybe a couple of songs. I guess “Halleluja” is kinda interesing, and “Mein Land” is very simple what comes to lyrics and I kinda like it how the words go together with the sound so I guess I’m gonna say those. But I don’t have any song that would be somewhat special to me, those are the only ones I can remember now and not even that well.

8. Unpopular opinion: about a member? A scandal? Anything? Not really. I am partially a fan and I own t-shirts and all cds and dvds etc. but I’ve never been SO into them that I’d have spent hours on reading about them. I rarely watch any interviews and mostly I know stuff only if I’ve read it from Wikipedia or from their dvds. I don’t think I have even watched all of the documents ON the dvds, but I believe I have at least seen all the concert dvds :D So I don’t think I have any interesting (nor uninteresting) unpopular opinion.

9. Have you ever seen them live? Tell me what you felt. Lol yes, 4 times so far (all here in Finland). In 2013, 2016, 2017 and 2019 :D The first three were all festivals. And what I felt? Well, for starters: I always feel like dying because of the bass. They almost always (except for last year) start the concerts with the bass going up so slowly you barely notice it, then you just feel like everything is shaking and I start to panic has my heart gone crazy and then I realize it’s just the GROUND shaking. And the 2019 one was even worse and I literally felt like my head was gonna explode because they legit did all they could at making it as loud as possible, I was wearing earplugs but the bass was SO FUCKING LOUD that I’m surprised the stadium even stands anymore. The whole ground was shaking and I’m sure the sound waves kept crashing into the walls and all and making it all shake even more. So it feels very uncomfortable at first and I’d say you don’t really get used to it ever, especially not when being a highly sensitive person. That is actually the worst part for me and I wonder every time why did I go there again when it always makes me feel like I’m dying. Yet I always do that. I guess I’m just stupid.

Anyway, can’t really see a lot because I’m short and there’s so many people always (over 30 000 people at the stadium last year, that’s the same amount of people that live in my town alone o_o), but I still think it’s worth it. Especially last year it was pretty good spot after all because the light show was incredible and if you stand in the front, you definitely are not going to see all that! And the fire is always very interesting because I’m terrified of fire, but somehow in their show it’s fascinating. And fire is such a powerful element because no matter how far you’d be from it, you can still feel the warmth within seconds. The show itself is also incredible, and I cannot wait for them to release this show on dvd so that I’ll actually see the show happening on the stage too, not just the light and fire show :D

10. Do you play any instruments? If you do, can you play any song by them? No I don’t, I used to play piano as a kid but then I stopped for whatever reasons. So no, I can’t play any songs from them, tho if I ever had an electric piano, maybe I could try something. But I’m the most beginner as it gets since I was ~8 when I played and stopped playing the piano.

I think I’m gonna tag @cupcakecurl, if you want to do this one! :)

#mcrmadness' random stuff #tag games #rammstein

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 years

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The Ghost Whisperer

TW: Major character death (via suicide), some blood mention, and emotional stuff lies ahead.

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Over the course of the next several months, there have been a lot of tears, yelling, and anguish of all kinds throughout the household.

On that dreadful April day, a brother, a vlogger, and beloved father of two, was found in his dead recording room. A pool of blood surrounded his head, trickling from an open wound in the side of his head, along with a gun stained in red laying in the palm of his already pale and cold hand.

No one could have known that this would happen. But even as Henrik, Marvin, and Anti used their abilities to do every possible thing that they could to save him....it was already far too late.

For a long time the good doctor couldn’t come to terms with it. He’s saved his own creator from a fatal throat wound, and yet...despite an extensive surgery and careful extraction of the bullet, it couldn’t save Chase.

He had kept himself locked up in his office after that, trying to understand what he did wrong and how he missed the signs. Anyone who entered was immediately screamed at to get out.

But when you stepped in and brought him a glass of water..that’s when he finally cracked and sobbed into your arms for a long while. Such a simple and benign gesture reminded him that Chase used to look after his well-being, even on days where he neglected his own.

Only then did Henrik stop isolating himself from you and the rest of his family.

Jack felt like it was somehow his fault that he made his ego drive to that point, although you were swift to reassure him that nobody blamed him for the incident. When the other egos told him the same thing and surrounded him in hugs, he held onto them and cried for a while, bringing you into the embrace as well.

From there on, everyone focused on healing and helping one another through the horrific time.

Fast forward to now, when Jack brought up that the studio where Chase recorded “Bro Average” was a mess. But nobody wanted to clean it because the memories were still a bit too painful to bear. Anti had gone in there for only ten seconds and he was already on his knees sobbing when you went to check up on him.

They all had such a strong emotional bond with one another, and that was tethered to the community as well, who had equally mourned for an ego who they all loved but was gone too soon. Since the men could feel that pain, too, you knew that moving on was incredibly difficult for them.

It was hard for you and Jack, too, but one day you decided to go into the room and do the cleaning, since you knew it’s what Chase would’ve wanted. You even offered to gather some of his personal belongings and put them into a box for his brothers to keep.

They felt a bit bad that none of them were up to the task, although you reassured them that they still needed time to heal. And that was perfectly okay.

So when they all went to sleep, and you did, too, although you got up bright and early in the morning. After getting dressed and retrieving a drink, cleaning supplies, and a box, you headed to the studio and got right to work.

.............

“Ugh..how lovely.” With a sigh, you scrubbed the chocolate stains out of the carpet the best you could, remembering how Chase used to do little stunts with the candy eggs in celebration of Easter.

They were never picked up and eventually melted down with the rays of sun that occasionally seeped into the room. But you managed to make the stains almost disappear completely.

“Whew..” You stood up and rubbed your forehead, already feeling it grow a bit sweaty.

On the table you had a box with stuff from Chase’s room and this studio, including his Nerf gun, which had been cleaned thoroughly, his watch, some bracelets, tea boxes, and a picture frame of his families: with Stacy and his kids, and you and the egos.

But the strangest thing was that no matter where you looked...you couldn’t find his signature hat. You knew it wasn’t buried along with him, and yet you weren’t able to find it in his room nor in the studio.

Maybe when the others woke up you can ask them about it-

“[Y/n]..?”

Tensing up, you turned around and blinked in surprise upon seeing a pale version of Chase. He had his hat on, which had a tear on the side of his head; that was completely stained in red, trailing down his neck.

It was then you remembered your ability to see ghosts. But not in the transparent, floating, spirit forms like Marvin had told you about. Instead your gift allowed you to see and feel them in their corporeal forms.

For some reason, though, they only appeared to you whenever they had trouble with moving on...although for now you were just so relieved to see Chase after all this time and just wanted to talk to him after not seeing any signs of his presence for months.

Immediately you set down everything and smiled, tears coming to your eyes as you walked towards him. “Chase..I’m...I’m so happy to see you again.” You hugged him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

“I-I’m sorry..” His chest trembled as you felt tears soaking onto your skin. But you just carded a hand through his hair tenderly, ignoring the wetness on one side of it. He could only sob softly at the gesture, holding you tighter. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..I was so fucking stupid a-and..and I just-”

“Shhh, shhh..” You hushed him softly, although at this point you were both just crying in each other’s arms, so relieved to see one another.

Once you had calmed down, you pulled out of the hug and looked at him, wiping away a tear that fell down his cheek. “So..you’ve been haunting the room all this time?”

He nodded. “Y-Yeah..I’ve been..just doing my trickshots. Marvin probably didn’t even sense my presence..”

“I’m afraid not.” You frowned as you both sat down on the floor. “Everyone avoided this room like the plague. They just...they’re still having such a difficult time processing your..passing. Anti didn’t even last a minute in here without breaking down.”

“R-Really?” Chase sniffled, cracking a smile. “Even that asshole misses me?”

“Of course he does,” you told him, smiling as well. “He really did try his best to save you that day.”

“I thought you would be more..pissed off.”

Looking up at him, you blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I didn’t show myself until now..b-because I thought everyone would be angry with me and screaming.” He bit his lower lip, bowing his head. “I know I fucked up and...and I regret it with every inch of my..afterlife. But I can’t change the past. A-And I didn’t want to just...leave you all. So I stayed hidden. Lowkey I was expecting you to slap me instead of hug me when I appeared to you..”

“Chase..” You sighed as you took his hands into yours. “No one is angry with you. We’re all just..lost and confused. Like something was missing.”

He gazed at you once more, although the nervous look was replaced with a determined one, making you tile your head to the side in confusion.

“When everyone wakes up, tell them to meet us in the living room. I think I know what’s missing.”

...........

Once everyone had woken up and finished their daily morning routines, you beckoned them all into the living room, having them sit down on the couch. But when they saw you bring out a box with Chase’s stuff and set it on the coffee table, they all looked at you with expression of confusion, sadness, and heartache.

“Is this..all of his stuff?” Jack was the first to ask as he took the box and set it in his lap, staring down at the name “CHASE” written in marker. Then he looked up at you, eyebrows furrowing. “Thanks for this, [y/n]. I guess..we should figure out what to do with-”

However, he heard Marvin’s breath hitch and looked to see him staring at something in the corridor with wide eyes.

“Vhat are you looking at?” Henrik glanced at the seemingly empty hallway in confusion.

“I-It’s Chase..his spirit...” Marvin looked back at you. “Y-You see him, too?”

“He appeared to me this morning,” you said. “He wanted me to gather you all here. He believes that..seeing you all of here at once will help him finally rest. Up to now he was too scared to show himself, but...he’s feeling brave now.”

You saw Chase and smiled sadly at him. He nodded his head and leaned against the wall.

Tears welled in Henrik’s eyes. “I-Is..zhere a vay ve could see him?”

“Yes. Just give me a moment.” Marvin cleared his throat and stood up, taking out his spellbook and waving a gloved hand around in the air. “Videre spirituum.” With a snap of his fingers, everyone in the room except you and him felt their vision changing.

“Now just..everyone close their eyes for five seconds, and then open them.”

They did just that, and once they opened their eyes again, they glanced at the corridor to see their deceased brother’s spirit. Tears sprung in most of their eyes; even Angus was having a hard time keeping himself together.

Chase walked into the room, standing in the middle and watching everyone carefully. He was worried that any sound he made would set someone off, but he felt you nudge him arm, and he sighed, clearing his throat. “H-Hey..”

But he was unable to finish what he was going to say, as he just dropped to the floor, clutching his head as his body shook with sobs. His brothers and Jack didn’t hesitate to get up and join him, surrounding him in hugs as they both cried and gave him soft reassurances, holding him as tight as they could.

Within a few minutes, they all calmed down, but they didn’t let go of each other. Chase looked at you and beckoned you to join the hug. You smiled sadly and did just that, putting your arms around Anti and Jackie.

Then after some time longer, the group hug dispersed and everyone pulled away from each other. But you were the first to notice that Chase’s body was starting to flicker between transparency and his solid form.

“Wh-Why’s yer body doin’ that?” Anti sniffled, confused.

“I think..a group hug from his family is what he needed,” you said, looking at the ghost who nodded at you, confirming your suspicions.

“Yeah..I-I..I wish I could say more but..I guess it’s time,” he mumbled sadly. “But hey..soon I’ll be doing trickshots on the clouds, or..wherever I’m going.”

Marvin stayed silent, although he glanced down at his hands, his palms beginning to glow. But he blinked when he saw your hand overlaying one of his own, squeezing it reassuringly. Then he looked up to see you shake your head. “It’s time for him to rest.”

“[Y/n]s right. Though..you think there’s a chance I could chat with you through one of those old Ouija boards sometime?”

The magician chuckled weakly at his brother, wiping away a tear. “M-Maybe, but..it’ll be hard not seeing your face anymore.”

“I’ll always be there,” Chase said, looking at his brothers and Jack. “Even when you can’t see me.” He noticed his hands were turning invisible, and he looked back at all of you. “Th-Thank you guys..and thank you, [y/n]..” Tears filled his eyes as he smiled.��“Say hi to my kids for me.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, swarming him in one final group hug as his entire body faded away, his “thank you”s echoing until they became silent.

But even then, you all still hugged each other close, sharing smiles and tears, knowing that he was finally at peace.

#septic egos x reader #chase brody x reader #ghost #angst #reader insert #jse fanfiction

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snkpolls · 5 years

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SnK S3E19 Poll Results (Manga Reader Version)

The poll closed with 295 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results of the manga reader poll. Anime only watchers are suggested not to read if you do not wish to be spoiled about certain events! Anime only viewers, click here to view your poll results!

RATE THE EPISODE 285 Responses

This episode raked in high reviews as the rest of the season did, although less people enjoyed it as much as they enjoyed the previous episodes.

The animation was odd in the first half of the episode, but it was absolutely incredible in the second half. Overall an amazing episode, somehow making filler scenes brilliant

It was a little rushed (which is understandable), so 4/5 stars. Overall a really good episode, I think.

I will be honest: the episode was very average. The basement reveal was animated very well. Eren and Mikasa's memories also were very emotional. However, in the scene with Armin & the rest of group the quality of animation dropped harshly. I know that not every scene in the anime can be animated on the highest level, but this one was just looking really bad.

Animation quality took a drop but I still loved it!

I really enjoyed it, and seeing Faye was surprisingly moving given that I'm not really a bit fan of the switch to Marley.

The animation wasn't as good as previous episodes but I didn't really mind, especially because there was a frame in there that made it look like Levi was sMILING and I am so here for that

I've been waiting so long for this episode.

what a beautiful episode, in all ways.

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT? 290 Responses

Seeing young Grisha and Faye in Marley was the clear highlight of this episode for manga readers, with 37.6% of the vote going to the after-credits scene! Behind that at 12.1% was the scene of Eren and Mikasa nostalgically walking through their hometown, and 9.3% of respondents got a kick out of Levi opening the door in his own way.

I live for animated moments of Dad! Levi to his squad.

At first I was worried that they would just show the photo as the cliffhanger, but once we got the post credit scene I was blown away

I loved the first moments with Faye and young Grisha. Awww! Faye was so extremely cute and innocent. I would love to hug her! I thought that Historia was the sweetest as a kid, but now Faye takes 1st place :)

WHAT’S THE SIGNIFICANCE OF ARMIN SEEING THE COLOSSAL TITAN CRYING, SAYING “IT HURTS?” 288 Responses

36.5% of respondents believe that Armin is hearing and seeing Bertolt’s emotional pain over everything that’s happened to him. 27.1% think that this scene highlights part of the process of memory transfer from one holder of the titan to the successor. 12.8% feel that this is meant to highlight more the process of transferring the titan power to a new host.

A mixture of the Bert's physical and emotional pain, the transfer through paths and the extra creepiness. Bert here is behaving like a typical Japanese ghost who was killed in a brutal manner; notice the paths here are devoid of lights. Bert needs someone to exorcise him.

He's hearing Sasha saying 'It hurts' and because he's only half conscious and still possibly linked to Bertolt's memories, he's projecting it onto Bert. I think his subconscious knows he's eaten Bert at this point.

It has to do with the titan power, and how it hurts to carry such a burden of great power

Bert has been suffering too, just like Reiner, so a little bit of everything.

Foreshadowing of what Armin’s burden is going to be. He is going to have to kill a lot of people if he wants to protect the people within the walls. It’s a depressing fact for one of the more pure-hearted characters who just wants peace.

I think it’s an excellent presentation how Titan inheritors are connected both physically and emotionally

it's a pretty good summation of all those things tbh. Everything Bert went through can be summed up with "it hurts" tbh

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT CARLA’S SHORT HAIR? 291 Responses

Overall the fandom has neutral responses (33.7%) to the short clip of Carla with short hair, with just a slight edge of people (18.9%) who thought it was a good look on her. 16.2% of responses disliked the short hair.

I answered the Carla hair question with 3 because there is no "I don't care" option

HOW WELL DID THIS EPISODE ADAPT THE CORRESPONDING CHAPTERS? 288 Responses

Respondents felt that WIT did a good job at sticking to the source material again this episode, even though they stretched some scenes out with filler.

The pace was a little long but I really liked the episode's poetry and all the scenes in Shiganshina of the four walking, Hanji and her shadow reflecting next to a flower, Levi and the broken glass, Eren and Mikasa children ... it was very lyrical!

WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXTENDED SCENE OF EREN AND MIKASA WALKING THROUGH SHIGANSHINA? 292 Responses

56.2% of the fandom enjoyed the extended scene of Eren and Mikasa walking through Shiganshina, feeling that it helped to amplify the nostalgia and grief that they felt as they finally revisited their old home. 22.3% felt that the scene had a lot of emotional impact, saying that it tugged at their heartstrings. 11.6% felt the filler wasn’t necessary but still enjoyed it nonetheless.

They just came for my whole entire heart huh

Honestly, it was a little boring to watch, I want to believe that it was stretched for the sake of that masterpiece of end scene.

It was a lovely and poignant time-killer.

The walk to EM's house was really well done, it took me some tears, and i loved the additional scenes...

Somebody hug these two please and thank you. I thought for a moment they were gonna show us the untouched insides of buildings. But it was indeed pretty good.

THAT SHIT WAS ART!! I got real chills

It was better in the manga. It was badly executed in the anime.

Just seeing Hannes again made it worth it. Also it was a good throwback to episode 1.

It honestly highlighted how terrible the animation was in this episode, because the flashbacks had much higher quality

Literally my favorite part, I think it added a lot of gravity to the situation. Like we know it's their hometown, but the way this was animated really brought you back to where it all started, which also adds weight to the whole, "Oh god, we accomplished our second-biggest goal (getting to the basement) but we're still not finished at all" thing.

The concept of it was fine, and it touched my heart for the first bit of it, but it went on far too long.

HOW DID YOU FEEL FINALLY SEEING MARLEY ANIMATED? 289 Responses

We finally reached the Grisha Files™ and got to see Marley portrayed in the anime! 40.5% of respondents say that it felt incredible to finally see Marley come alive through animation, color and sound, while 38.1% marked it down as a surreal experience. 11.1% simply felt that it was neat.

I love Marley arc, seeing it animated and different vibes of music, and voice acting are very good. Can't wait what they have when marley arc fully animated

Animation was shit. Really disappointed they dropped the ball on animating Marley.

It was my favorite part of this episode. I truly love Faye. She is way cuter in the anime and so innocent. Everything about that moment was perfect.

I really dislike everything that came after the basement so reaching this point was sad for me.

DEAR GOD Y E S—

I could never picture it in my head before, and now I can! Liberio is so grey and sad!

Omg Faye is the cutest thing ever!!! I don't want to see what happend to her, I'm not ready!

I hoped they would save it for the next episode.

I’m not ready to face Marley or Marley arc Eren. Go back. Please go back.

The way they put that whole scene after the ending was weird

I never thought I’d be alive to see the day the beginnings of Marley getting animated; I know the next episodes are going to be perfection :’)

Marley music was 👌

BASED ON THE CAST CREDITS, THE MAN YOUNG GRISHA RAN INTO WAS ACTUALLY XAVER. THOUGHTS? 288 Responses

36.8% of respondents found the confirmation of the glasses man being Xaver to be an interesting detail, while 19.1% believe that this helps to further support the fan theory that Xaver and Kruger were working together all along. 15.6% of the fandom thinks that Xaver being familiar with Grisha since he was a boy makes his actions Zeke all the more disturbing.

How old is Xaver?? If that was him he has to be around 25-30 here. Which would make him 45+ with Zeke.

I believe it was Xaver all this time. It’s good to have a name with the face now.

There's no fucking way he wasn't working with Kruger. This is all connected lads

Just how fucking old is Xaver jfc also he knew grisha by name since childhood wtffff

I thought that was already obvious in the manga?

Nice easter egg, but that's all

The Xaver timeline makes sense, but it's a bit complicated.

The tidbit about Xaver was interesting. When I saw him in the anime it did remind me of Xaver since we've just been introduced to him, but I would never have guessed it was actually him. When you think about it, that day Grisha stumbled upon two people that later really shaped his life and set things into motion in the story. A nice coincidence to think of.

WHICH SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 289 Responses

It was a close call this time! 40.8% of the fandom are most looking forward to seeing Eren’s reaction to Eren inheriting his father’s memories and figuring out that Dina was the Smiling Titan. 39.4% are excited to see Grisha and Kruger meet for the first time. At a distant third, Grisha and Faye going beyond the wall to see the zeppelin got 10.4% of the vote.

Dogs are cute, Faye is cute. Combine the two, and you're shou tucker.

KRUGER

NEED GRISHA FILES

I'm not ready for Faye's fate !!! ;_;

there's so many things to look forward the next episode, initially I was pondering between the Kruger meeting and Fay's death but eventually I chose Eren's memories because I don't remember that part in the manga.

COMPARED TO THE FEEL OF SEASON 1, HAS THE DIRECTION OF THE STORY MET YOUR EXPECTATIONS? 289 Responses

Nearly 70% of respondents feel that Isayama’s story continues to get better as it goes on. 17% say that it didn’t meet their expectations from season 1, but that it’s not a bad thing at all! 8% are simply still here for the ride, but are still enjoying the series anyway.

I'm one of the apparent minority who actually prefer the tone and content of the story post-basement reveal. I've always cared more about the human aspect of the narrative, and at this point SNK is nothing if not a tale of the human condition, in all its beauty and horror.

Animation wise, I feel like aot peaked with season 2 and they just got lazy or were under a lot of time constraints while making season 3. Other than that, didn’t care for how they handled Uprising and the direction for Shiganshina has felt pretty unoriginal and hallow. I just hope the new studio can adapt the next season with quality that can match season 2 or at least season 1.

I'm ambivalent about it. I preferred the atmosphere of season 1, but I'm still interested in seeing where the story goes. For me the emotional and moral climax of the story happened on the roof in Shignashina though, and I've not been as convinced by what's happened since - so far at least.

Met and exceeded. Thank you isayama.

I will continue watching, but it feels like Isayama is making things up in the fly and doesn’t really have a clear idea of how the storyline is going to work.

This is the peak of the story for me, I look forward to the next seasons because of thar, I want to see if the direction of the anime could make the next arcs more appealing to me

I initially liked the direction in which the manga went but I am finding it hard to like the way the story progressed, and how the original characters are treated, compared to the new ones. I am really disappointed in Isayama's writing at this point, character wise.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

I love Armin

The animation quality dropped compared to the latest two episodes. The first half of the ep was kinda weird... like the hug, seemed like two different animators did it, because the lineart changes between s1 (thicker lines) and s3 style... Also they didn't do justice to Armin's abs...

Glad I'm a manga reader because this anime reveal was pretty underwhelming.

Imma say it, I didn't like that they showed a tiny snippet of Marley. I would have preferred if they'd ended on the photograph and the words "humanity has not perished". I have anime only friends who watched the Grisha/Faye scene and were like "...I feel like I don't have enough to even chew on right now?" Like it wasn't a punch in the gut like cutting on the photograph would have been, and it wasn't a full-fledged reveal so there isn't enough to go nuts over and debate and hypothesise. I mean it's still really good and I liked the episode, but the way they've sequenced the reveal isn't optimal to me.

I think they took a little too long to get to the basement. I understand why they wanted to, and the walk there was still really well done! But I think it'll now be a little tough to cram all the information they need to if they plan to end the season with chapter 90, which they of course do.

Faye is too adorable, there will be riots next week.

glad we're getting into the GOOD SHIT. give me marley

I love the soundtrack. It feels very different(in a good way) props to Sawano.

Tbh, the animation and pacing felt lacking in this episode, but we got Armin looking both like a Cinnamon bun and an Arman, and I am there for that.

I liked the story more when it was a creepy titan apocalypse instead of, well... this. But it's too late to back out now.

OH MAN, GOTTA LOVE THAT CLOSURE, IT FELT PERFECT WHEN THEY WERE WATCHING THE PHOTO AND THEN THE ENDING SONG STARTS TO ROLL OUT AND THAT POST CREDITS SCENE. JUST PERFECT

The additional material of this episode was really good in my opinion and the OST used on it was a pretty good election too, it fulfilled the purpose of make the viewer felt nostalgic, but the animation in the beggining was really "meh". And speaking about seeing Marley animated, for me the experience was literally a yelling and a "NO WAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!" I am so excited to see Grisha's backstory in colors! I can finally ear Kruger's voice, see the sunset falls down while Grisha take the photo and accept his mission, while Kruger give to him his final smile. Frankly this is my favorite "mini-story" of the manga, too shocking and enlightening. And to finish this, the appear of Xaver was too misplaced or it is just my idea? the timeline just doesn't fit into the story in my opinion. I think it was just a easter egg or something for the manga readers, I hope so lol.

For a long time I was scared that they were gonna leave out Eren hugging Armin and I'm so glad they didn't. Also the scene where Eren and Mikasa walked through the ruins of Shiganshina made my heart disintegrate. Thanks for amplifying the angst, WIT. 😭

When I read the manga, I remember fearing the idea about this getting animated because this part truly changes the entire story. But I feel that the story is getting better and better and more complex but still the same flare of Isayama Hajime's story telling.

THEY KEPT THE COLOR BLUE FOR MARLEY'S UNIFORMS I'M SO HAPPY

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