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chaoticparker · 2 years

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only you, babe

tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: working with your ex is terrible, your ex causing you to stay late is terrible, but seeing your ex crashing from the window is also…terrible

w/c: 2.2k

warnings: canon typical violence, ex’s/enemies to lovers

a/n: sorry i didn’t post this sooner! traveling/time zones messed up when i was planning to post this :) ALSO THIS GIF <33333

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Peter has had his fair share of embarrassing moments, infact, he would argue his whole life was one big embarrassment. From consent name calling from Flash, not to mention his all-around clumsiness, it wasn’t hard to believe that he had his more difficult moment then some of his fellow peers.

And it only got worse when he got a visit from that particular spider.

From sticking to his desk that made him sit for a suspiciously long time, to accidentally denting a couple of lockers, he was more of an outcast than before. The only place where he didn’t feel like too much of an outcast was in his Oscorp internship; yes nerdy, he knows, but at least he’s not the only nerd there.

“All right everyone listen up.” One of head scientists, Dr. Barr, called all of the intern’s to attention. “With the Conner situation and the millions of lawsuits against us, Oscorp can’t afford to make any more mistakes, so everyone here will be working alongside another intern.” Groans echoed throughout the lab. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just pipe down everyone and let me get through this. I need my morning coffee.”

“But we all have our own project we are focusing on, how will we work together?” One of the interns, Gwen, piped up from the middle of the crowd. The interns started mumbling in agreement, annoying the head scientist even more.

“You’ve each been paired up with someone who has a similar focus as you, so just, I don’t know, compromise. Any more complaints?” No one spoke up. “Good. Now, Stacy and Lin, Bennent and Ramos…” Burr started to read the names off and Peter’s mind started drifting off, wondering how his Aunt’s doing, thinking about when he can practice this new skateboard trick he’s been working on; anything other than his lab work.

“Parker and L/n, Roberts and Vargas…” Peter swore when he heard your name alongside his, his eyes locked onto yours. You had an annoyed face, one that matched his. “All right move along, get going, chop chop.”

He went over to his lab desk, which just so happened to be next to yours. “All right let's hurry this up. I’m sure you have somewhere else to be.” You said, in a clearly aggressive way. “You always do.”

He sighed and sat down at his stool next to you. “Again with the being late thing? That was one time!”

“And then you didn’t show up to our other fifty dates.” You mumbled. “Anyways, what are you studying? I’m researching how to strengthen healthy cells to nullify the effects of cancerous cells. What about you?”

“How to use different types of animal cells to help humans.” He stated simply. “Without turning everyone into lizards of course.”

You smiled while you wrote it in your notebook. “That will be easy I guess, just see how different animals fight off terminal cells and how we can use it to help people.” You looked over to see him tapping his pencil against his notebook filled with scribbles and a bunch of doodles, Peter didn't notice, his mind was elsewhere.

It seemed no one in the lab really wanted to combine projects, everyone had their head down doing their own original project instead—you and Peter weren’t an exception.

After giving a title to your project, you both called it a day and ignored the other, going back to your work. People would only talk when the head scientist came around, when Peter noticed Dr. Burr came around the corner and had a certain feeling that he was going to them.

“Hey, y/n, I finished—“ Peter slid and bumped into you, causing you to drop the vial of liquid that was in your hand, shattered all over the floor.

“What the fuck, Peter?!” You yelled, causing Burr to pick up his pace and to come over to you with even more haste.

“What was in there y/n?” He asked, stepping back when he noticed the spill, most likely worried that it was a dangerous chemical.

“Just an fermented compound that I started yesterday.” You sighed, glaring at Peter. “Now I’ll have to stay late so I don’t get too far behind.”

“You mean our project.” Peter smiled off your mistake, awkwardly laughing that was definitely suspicious. Burr didn’t care though, he just mumbled to clean it up and walked away.

“I can stay late if you want.” Peter offered as he got the dustpan and brush to clean up the broken glass. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I’ve heard that enough times from you.” You mumbled, walking away to the supplies room to fetch another beaker.

The rest of the day didn’t go by as easily. Peter's breath ticked you off and he couldn’t stop checking his phone. But you weren’t being an angel to Peter either. You were constantly writing, and while that in itself wasn’t so bad, you would push your things on Peter's desk. And it’s not like Peter is the most organized person ever, he didn’t need to be more cluttered.

He felt annoyed first, then guilty after. He knew you got like this when you were mad, unstable as he would call it—never to your face though. Maybe unpredictable would be a better term, he thought.

When you were together and upset or angry, you would always let it be known in some passive aggressive manner. It wasn’t until he hit three missed dates that he would be on the receiving side of your anger though. And when he finally thought you were past that, here we are again.

Officially, the internship ends daily at five pm, but being the ever overachiever, that is every Oscorp intern, most people didn’t leave till six—Peter included. Normally you’d be with the bunch leaving and piling into the elevator, but with today’s events you need to stay a little longer to remake the liquid that peters so gracefully caused you to drop, making you extend your day too far into the night.

While you were dealing with that, Peter was casually fighting criminals.

“Come on guys, don’t you have lives outside of all of this? Maybe like a date or something?” Peter reasoned, shooting a web to one of the criminals then punching them in the face, taking off the mask in the process. “Ohh, maybe not with that broken nose—hopefully your mafia has good health insurance—“

“Shut him up.” One of the mob members whispered into their coat. Peter only realized this too late as he heard a gunshot and felt a spark of pain in his back.

“OH, FUCK!” Peter collapsed on the ground and tried his best to get up, raising his wrist to shoot a web but the criminals ran away before he could do anything about it. Peter knew he couldn't chase after them, not in his condition; he also knew that Oscorp was a couple blocks away that was unoccupied beside you.

He hated that he was really considering going to you for help, in doing so revealing his true self. He should’ve told you about his little side hustle from when you first started dating, but him being too anxious to do anything that could potentially damage the relationship, decided not to.

Yeah, irony was a bitch.

Slowly getting on his two feet, he thought about all of the arguments you’ve had within the past year. The one you both had today wasn’t even in the top ten worst ones. But no matter the circumstance, they all had to deal with the fact that Peter was for one, “not only physically but also emotionally unavailable”, then how he “had no time for anyone in his life”, and always ending it with him being an “apathetic whore”.

He got out his phone and pressed your contact, simultaneously shooting a web and pulling himself onto the roof. Eventually, the ringing stopped, “Hello?”

“Oh thank god you didn’t block me.” He sighed in relief, and also from his struggle getting up. “Are you still at Oscorp?”

“Yeah, because someone destroyed my work and now I have to start over.” You grumbled and Peter bit his lip. “What does it matter to you?”

“Well, I first want to start off by saying I’m really sorry-”

“Are you drunk again?” You questioned. “I can’t do any more of your drunk apologies. I’m blocking you-”

“No! No!” Peter winced in pain as he swung to another roof, slowly getting closer to Oscorp. “Look, I’m hurt, can you just get some medical supplies out for me? I’ll be there soon.”

“Peter, I was just about to go and I don’t really want your excuses.” You sighed, thinking that Peter was just playing with you and trying to get on your good side again. You’ve heard too many “I’m sorry”’s from him, but you could never really accept his apologies unless he had a legitimate reason he would cancel on you.

“Please!” He begged, mixed with a small yelp. “I’ll explain everything too, I just need you to–fuck.” His breath was heavy and whiny from the pain. It hurted to hear it, melting your heart just enough.

“Okay-”

“Leave the window open in the lab, I’ll meet you there.” The line went dead and you began to wonder why he would ask that. Did he need fresh air? But more important things clouded your mind. “I’ll explain everything.”

That was enticing, but you wanted to keep you guard up and be disappointed by his shity excuse–

“Y/N!” You heard a crash from the window and turned around to see the spider-man, clad in the blue and red suit and blood.

“PETER?” You dropped the vial that was in your hand, mimicking a similar glass breaking from this morning. You raced to him and rolled him over, confirming your suspicions as you pulled off the mask.

“Heyyy—oh.” He gripped his back in pain. “Help? Please?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You cleared a desk and helped place him on it. “I’m going to give you some anesthesia, but do you know what’s wrong before I do that?”

“Bullet, back.” He barely got out and you just nodded. Luckily, you had everything on hand thanks to Oscorp so you were soon able to knock him out and start operating on him, ripping the suit off in the process.

You were surprised that you didn’t put the pieces together beforehand. All of those nights where Peter knocked on your door with a black and blue eye, bruises littered along his arms and all through his back to his legs. You knew Peter was no cheater, but you never would have guessed that the reason he’s been so spotty with all of your dates was because he’s in a skin tight suit, swinging with literal webs, saving lives as the famous spider-man.

You hated him for those unanswered texts and missed dates, but now, you feel like a dick.

An hour later, you were sitting, watching Peter’s chest move up and down. Your hand going to hold his hand without a second thought. Peter shouldn’t be waking for another half hour, but you felt twitching in his hand and then saw his eyes fluttering. You grabbed a small flashlight and when he first fully opened his eyes you shined the light, holding it open so you could check to see if he had any sign of concussion.

He started smiling, then giggling which essentially put your worrying at ease. “Heyyyy, pretty lady.”

You sighed, relief flooding your system, but when you realized Peter couldn’t quite fully smile, you felt that worry creeping back.

“I get you’re spider-man, but you have to stop doing this to yourself.” Your voice was quiet but firm, soothing for Peter to hear.

“I think you are too scared that you’ll end up falling for me?” Peter tried gesturing to himself. “Do my bruises make me too sexy?”

You laughed, a much needed smile on your face. You figured that even though we woke up earlier than expected, the anesthesia still had that laughing gas effect of making Peter act high, but you doubted it would last long.

“Not really-“

“Here, lemme flex.” He pushed himself much to your protest. He couldn’t quite control his strength and it was a shocker how much stronger he was. “Look at these.”

He held his arms up and flexed, you had an unimpressed face which he just groaned at. After a beat of silence, he spoke up. “Does this explain everything?”

“Yeah.”

More silence.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about all of this.” He gestured to himself. His voice was now slowly losing his flirting tone and now turning more quiet and guilty. “Truly.”

“I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you.” You sighed, sitting down on your chair. Peter held out his hand and you took it, something you did while you were still in your relationship. It felt like everything that needed to be said was said, and now, looking at the boy with those brown eyes and fluffy hair, all that resentment had disappeared, giving you closure that you wanted, but also a new chance with someone you thought of as your soulmate.

“Can I take you out for pizza?” Peter asked. “Like a thank you date?” Peter bit he lip nervously and you could see a little bit of blood trickle from his lip.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled, squeezing his hand.

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charlotte-headcanons · 3 years

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Hey! How have ypu been? 2,3,6,7,9,15 Who else but Monty (Kata, Brulee, Peros too :D) yeah it's a big order!

Phew, that one sure took a while! But everything for you, friend 💕💕 We're alright, hope you've been well too! ✨

Some practicalities first: We decided to organize this answer by characters, for maximum space to go into detail on each headcanon! Some headcanons pertain to our modern AU rather than to the One Piece canon as we found these headcanons worked better for a particular prompt: we'll indicate those at the start of each bullet point!

Send us a number and a character and we'll post headcanons!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: Mont D'Or is a librarian by passion and a prosecutor by profession. He opened up and manages his own library in the early mornings and late evenings, but in-between that, he works on court cases. He might be overworked, and is definitely a workaholic but he hardly ever slacks off on either of his careers; and he's notorious for being professional, convincing, and very attached to every case. Highly principled unless Mama orders him to do something for her, he refuses to prosecute those he doesn't believe should be prosecuted, and for those he wants to face justice - he will get so heated that he might get reprimanded by judges for yelling or by cops and detectives for joining their investigations uninvited. His sister, Galette, is his secretary, and she follows him around everywhere, helping out however much she can!

3. Drinking headcanon

Mont D'Or... might have a bit of an alcohol problem. It's not that he gets drunk often... but he does drink regularly. Essentially, every time his siblings piss him off, he takes a sip, so you can imagine how many sips accumulate throughout the day. His prefer drink is red dry wine and he mostly drinks alone, without witnesses, not to give a bad example! To get really drunk, he would have to drink a lot; but if he does get drunk, he mostly gets more explosive than usual or somewhat lagged out, processing all information input slower than normally.

6. Musical headcanon

In Mont D'Or's eyes, the main function music has is to help him either focus or unwind. For both of these roles, he enjoys classical music most - think especially something akin to Wagner. He despises loud music and prefers instrumental pieces, although he is also an opera enthusiast. His guilty pleasure, discovered quite recently, could also be lo-fi kind of music! It calms him down a little, even though he doesn't like to be caught listening to it, as his expressed music-related opinions are overall quite snobbish.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

Mont D'Or would gladly cook if he had the time for it; but being as busy as he is, he is forced to depend on others and on ordering food throughout each day. His tastes encompass rather fancy cuisine: he adores charcuterie boards and seafood, refuses to eat fast food, adds cheese to pretty much everything that is remotely acceptable like an apple pie and calls it an acquired taste. Besides that, he always likes to have a cookie with his black coffee; considering how much coffee he drinks every day, that is a lot of cookies consumed!

9. Childhood headcanon

As a child, Mont D'Or was known as just a nerd. He was way more shy and less aggressive than he is now; it was only over time, having been ridiculed by some siblings for his unconventional (in this family) interests, that he toughened up and learned to stand up for himself. Ever since he learned to read, Mont D'Or was a frequent visitor to all libraries of Totto Land. At the time, there weren't that many, nor did they have impressive book collections, so soon enough, Mont D'Or started reading books way above his age target group, and by the time he came of age, he was disappointed to find out that he has already read every book currently available within Big Mom's territory. At first, little Mont D'Or wasn't quite sure what he can offer to his family of murderous pirates: he wasn't strong nor all that ruthless, and his strengths could be found rather in the areas that wouldn't be that useful for sailing or plundering. He also felt lonely before Galette came along, and he could most often be found alone, or around Compote, who had a soft spot for her smart little brother. Eventually, Mont D'Or figured out that strategy and organization were the areas where his family could need him, though; from there, he moved on to transform from a quiet nerd into a pillar of Big Mom Pirates’ planning.

15. School headcanon

Besides setting up many more libraries in Totto Land than it once had, Mont D'Or took it onto himself to kickstart a proper education system in his mother's territory. In the past, none of the Charlotte siblings went through formalized education, rather having to learn from experience or directly from Big Mom, other pirates, and from each other. Now, Mont D'Or makes sure that teachers are recruited to Totto, and at least basic schools (available universally) are established!

Modern AU: It is probably not surprising that at school, Mont D'Or would be a straight-A's student. Stellar at every test, he would however not be all that liked by the teachers due to his behavior problems. His temper and lack of respect for authority if the authority is wrong would both make him a troublesome student to get in conflict with. He'd absolutely correct the teachers on their mistakes, and if they dared refuse to acknowledge their faults... he would yell. 😔

Katakuri, Brulee, and Perospero under the cut!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: As we discussed in a previous post, Katakuri would definitely be every parent's dream child, aka a doctor and a lawyer in one! A neurologist and an advocate, Katakuri would be very close to burnout, and wouldn't really actively work in the law field anymore, not wanting to infringe on Mont D'Or's turf. He would definitely work too much, but telling him to rest would hardly be a solution: with his perfectionism, he would not be able to sleep unless his task was carried out well. He wouldn't like his job all that much, really, but he'd still keep it to continue supporting his younger or less talented siblings with his money; and not to disappoint his mother, of course.

3. Drinking headcanon

Katakuri refuses to drink alcohol, finding every possible excuse to not be pressured into it. First of all, he just doesn't want to show his mouth, lay down, or do something even more embarassing for anyone to see if he gets drunk. More importantly, though, he is scared of falling into an addiction as a coping method, so he prefers to just avoid the temptation altogether. If possible, he'd rather not be around drunk people, too!

6. Musical headcanon

Katakuri enjoys all kinds of music and has quite a diverse tastes, with some of his favorites coming from indie rock, metal, cute pixel music, grunge, and more. He is quite embarrassed to share the music he listens to, so when possible, he listens to it on headphones. When he's fully convinced that he's alone, he might sing a little or bob his head to the music he enjoys; if listening to songs around people, though, he'll keep a fully straight, unmoved face.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

As the supreme donut lover, Katakuri actually has a secret bucket list of all flavors of donuts he wants to try! He cares about the textures of food a lot, and generally prefers soft and chewy things. To set him apart from Luffy, Katakuri also doesn't really like meat, with few exceptions! Sometimes, Katakuri joins Perospero in his morning tea drinking sessions, and it was from his older brother that he learned to like his tea very sweet. As for cooking, he tried it as a child, but found to have little patience for it back then; now, he'd probably do way better if he tried to cook, but just like Mont D'Or, he just doesn't have the time!

9. Childhood headcanon

Katakuri is probably the Charlotte that changed the most since his early childhood. Before the Brulee incident, he was actually a rather lazy, even if talented, kid. To get him to train, an incentive of donuts was always necessary; and having been highly influenced by Daifuku and Oven, he also used to be a bit of a troublemaker. If anyone made fun of him or annoyed him, they would always see Katakuri throwing hands - he was far more eruptive than now and didn't really care what others thought. Brulee getting hurt because of him, though, had a life-changing effect on him; and it effectively molded him into the hardworking, serious, troubled person that he is now.

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: Despite starting off as a troublemaker who slept through the boring classes, these days Katakuri is a model student, and many teachers marvel at his transformation. He is just as good in sciences as in sports, and often represents his school in various competitions, regularly winning too! Although he gets A's in everything, his favorite school subjects remain the humanities. After school, he revises the lesson material for exactly an hour every day, but doesn't need to study much before tests, having a great memory and a kind of sixth sense for filtering out important information. Despite not wanting to be in the spotlight, he's very popular with fellow students and a lot of classmates have secret crushes on him, girls or guys!

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: As we headcanon, one of Brulee's main hobbies is tending to her herbal garden, and she knows a lot about the healing properties of plants! Naturally, then, she would gladly choose pharmacy as her career path: the calm atmosphere combined with helping others would fit her vibe perfectly. Besides that, she would also work voluntarily babysitting the children of her siblings; the kids would always be kind of scared of her at first, but soon enough they would outright cry whenever she would have to leave even just for a moment.

3. Drinking headcanon

Brulee drinks alcohol rarely and in small amounts; mostly as an addition to a good dinner. She is an extreme lightweight, so anything more than one glass of her favorite white wine results in her becoming way more clumsy than usual and inevitably getting a next-morning headache. To avoid this, she makes sure to never drink more than she knows she can handle!

6. Musical headcanon

Another classical music lover, Brulee would enjoy something akin to Schubert's songs most! Even though she isn't the best at it, with her voice being just a bit too nasal and too scratchy, Brulee likes to sing (especially ballads and lullabies!) and often hums while working. Having a bit more free time than most of her siblings, Brulee also managed to learn some instruments, albeit she only ever stuck to the basics and simple pieces. The piano is the instrument she plays rather well, so she can teach her younger siblings how to play a few easy songs if they so please; very recently, she also picked up the violin, and she enjoys practicing it although, so far, the sounds she can make hardly resemble what she would like to hear.

7. Food/Cooking headcanon

Brulee cooks a lot and enjoys doing that a bunch! She's quite experimental and healthy with her recipes, and prefers salty foods as well as meat or soups. As a result, she is one of the few bastions that keep some of her siblings from succumbing to dessert-only diets. Once in a while, she bakes bread too; since she always cooks way more food than she needs, she often ends up sharing or donating it! You can almost always smell something cooking up in her hut; even if Totto Land has so many high-level chefs, Brulee still likes to make her own, homemade food herself.

9. Childhood headcanon

As a child, Brulee was much more anxious than she is now. She was always a bit awkward and clumsy, and kind of bullied for her witchy appearance by the other children in ports and in Totto Land. Over time, she learned to embrace herself, though; in the stories her older siblings told her, she always identified with the witches, and she later proceeded to amplify this image of herself as much as possible, instead of resenting it!

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: Brulee would be a mediocre student, who'd be kind of picked on, at least until Katakuri got all set on defending her! Her favorite school subject would be history, and she'd also enjoy some parts of biology - though she'd much rather learn about plants and animals than the human insides. Always a sweetheart, Brulee would enjoy secretly making her classmates happy with little anonymous gifts; each birthday or Valentine's Day, anyone could count on at least one card from a secret friend, who everyone would suspect to be her, as she isn't all that great at hiding.

2. Job headcanon

Modern AU: Perospero would be an interior designer, but really, one of a kind. Even if just designing a chair, he'd see his work as art and himself as an artist, and he'd act accordingly. Cracker Any architect unlucky enough to have to work with him would end up in despair as he'd blatanly ignore the technical limits and capacities of a building for the aesthetic. Likewise, his clients would have to be prepared for many unexpected decisions and costs: Perospero would not take orders from them but always stick to what he thinks looks good, no matter how intricate or expensive. Effectively, the only clients brave enough to employ him more than once would be the rich and extravagant ones: those would appreciate his work immensely, while anyone remotely more practical would have to complain.

3. Drinking headcanon

Perospero parties and gets drunk quite often, although he exclusively drinks overly sweet cocktails and never drinks outside of a social context! When he has too much to drink, he gets either hyper, horny, or annoying - or all three at once - depending on his mood. Whichever it is, he also loses all understanding of personal space, gets a lot more touchy, and much more likely to lick everyone and everything. At the end of the night, he has the tendency to pretend that he's much more drunk than he actually is, too, hoping that someone will carry him home like the princess he wants to be; though most of the time, it just ends up with Daifuku pulling him back by the leg.

6. Musical headcanon

Perospero loves to sing, especially publically, and he's surprisingly good at it! damn I really got a stroke first time I heard him sing, like, my man, how can you sing so well with an entire tongue out wtf Perospero explain. His preferred repertoire of music to sing includes all sorts of songs from musicals; as for music to listen to, he ranges between musicals and hyperpop, or any music sweet and bubbly on the outside but disturbing and horror-like as it develops!

7. Food/cooking headcanon

Perospero does not cook on principle, insisting that they have the chefs for it. His diet as a whole is downright atrocious; he adds sugar to quite literally everything, acts dramatically, as if he was poisoned if forced to eat anything not sweet enough, and mostly lives off candy. His 'tea' can hardly be called that anymore, considering that it contains more syrups and sugar than tea itself. Basically, Compote gets chills whenever she sees him eat and continuously marvels at how the fuck he is still alive.

9. Childhood headcanon

Having to take care of his siblings early on, Perospero didn't get much of a careless childhood. Once Linlin was unable to keep all children with her on the Rocks Pirates ship, by the time he was 8, he was put in charge of all the younger siblings she left in a port (while Compote was looking over the ones that stayed with Linlin on the ship). Perospero looks back at his childhood fondly, though; he liked ordering his brothers and sisters around, liked being in charge, and especially loved being admired and looked up to as the eldest sibling role model. Once Katakuri became a new favorite of the family, Perospero was so jealous and grumpy for a while that he even went through a rebellious phase of trying to run away; he came back less than a day later though, having cried his eyes out once missing his family and homesickness kicked in, never to try to leave ever again.

15. School headcanon

Modern AU: At school, Perospero would definitely focus on socializing way more than on learning. Among the teachers, he would be known as a smart but lazy kind of student, doing the bare minimum for most classes, though excelling in art and music. He would have mostly girl friends, essentially running his own mean girls group; together with them, he'd always come up with excuses to not exercise during P.E. so that his looks don't get ruined and so that he can just spend the time gossiping about the guys instead. If someone got on his bad side, Perospero would also not be above bullying them, although he wouldn't do that in a conventional way - rather, he'd just make his victims severely uncomfortable, getting way to close, switching between flirty and dangerous tones, and making them feel trapped before just backing off and laughing. An absolute menace to society, even in a modern AU 😔

If you managed to get through all of this, we salute you, soldier 🎖️Hope you enjoyed, though! ✨ It was sure fun to come up with. Thanks for the ask! 💕

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courtlyharlequin · 4 years

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omg this event you've made is so adorable 🥺🥺 congrats on 100 followers too btw! 🎉🎉 for my request... I'd like to order a Lavender Rose White Mocha with Cater please !

The Only One

Warning(s): female reader, mutual pining, slight angst, slight fluff at the end

A/N: Aww thank you, Marzi~ And I’m at 250 now. Whoops lol. This took so long to write because I wanted to make it angsty even though it was supposed to be funny.. I literally can only write angst. It’s kind of sad. But Cater is good angst material ohoho~ But don’t worry it’s just a little sad not heart wrenching. I hope you like it

Cater took a liking to you. More than he would've liked. It was silly, after all. You were just another regular at this coffeeshop. There were a handful of you, but out of all of them, he just had to like you enough for it to be labeled as a crush by his colleagues. His juniors poked fun at his "special treatment" towards you. But what of it? There was nothing. He simply thought you were down to earth and nothing more.

You were mundane, nothing striking about your appearance. You were pretty, yes, but you were pretty in a way where everyone looked at you for a moment, concluding that your appearance was a little above average, then turn away and rarely ever steal a glance at you again. You dressed comfortably and did not care much about how others perceived you. You dressed for yourself, nothing sparkly, nothing that stands out too much. To someone like Vil Schoenheit, a fellow barista, you would be named a potato on the spot. If you were a potato, you would be Cater's favorite potato. But, you're not a potato. You were more like a yellow carrot. A simple vegetable, but striking in your own, unique way.

Punctual, you were. You came to the café every day at the same time to order something to-go and leave within ten minutes. The only exception was on the weekends because you reserved those days to catch up on sleep lost during the week whilst selling your soul to the oh so prestigious Night Raven College, the school which he also attended. He saw you around, but never properly conversed with you.

He preferred keeping his fondness for you as a customer as just that– fondness. Fondness from afar. He liked this invisible bond you two had, how he just knows what you're in the mood for, how he prepared a shot of espresso especially for you, and left it on standby, waiting for you to claim it.

There was nothing more than that. You weren't even friends. He was content with the fact that he could even talk to you at all. Perhaps it might be a self-projection, but he liked you because you seemed to have everything Cater ever wanted– an appearance that wasn't over the top and a distaste for all things eye-catching and glittery. But most of all, an authentic personality. You were real. There was no pretending. You didn't beat around the bush when ordering your initial order– the rosé latte.

"I just wanted to see if my soulmate is here," you smiled.

But they weren't. Or so you said.

"He's not here, I guess..."

Anyone would have been crushed, but you... you shrugged it off and came back the next day and the day after that and the day after that. You came every, single day.

Cater made sure not to touch on the subject of soulmates during your conversations. A little part of himself hoped that you were "the one", but he knew from his sisters' horror stories, that love does not always last. From their tales, he was much more cautious and hoped for someone while aware that they won't be around forever. "The one" is not just the person you first lock eyes with in a hallway. "The one" is always your first kiss or your first time. "The one" could be from a different universe. "The one" was unrealistic.

When he had met you, it was love at first sight and also love at first response. When you admitted that you believed the rumors about the latte unlike the many customers who denied the fact that they were desperate for love, Cater was taken aback by your honesty. He was bewitched by it.

Part of him was hoping that you would say that he was your fated lover though he acknowledged that the chances of that happening was as slim as Vil's stiletto heels. At the moment, he was completely, and utterly infatuated by your simple appearance. He had subconsciously projected his idea of "the one" onto you, hoping, by the love of god, that you were his soulmate. He knew it was a long shot from the start.

Nevertheless, when you said that there was no soulmate for you at all, it hurt. For him. For you. But, if there was one thing Cater was good at, it was faking a smile and hoping for the best. And he did just that for you.

"Ah... don't worry, (y/n), they're bound to be here for sure!" he winked.

God, it was painful.

Some time passed after that and the way his heart throbbed at the thought of you not having a soulmate, and that he was not said soulmate, only festered. You came every day, on the hour. As punctual as ever. As vivacious as ever. You came as if the concept of soulmates did not exist. You came happily. You talked to him so easily as if he was not the one who witnessed your pitiful epiphany. Not that he questioned it, of course. He never wanted you to leave. He wanted to spend more time with you and defy fate just to be with you, but he kept his distance.

On the contrary, you concluded that he was holding back on something, but you did not want to push your luck. You didn't even have to ask. His body language displayed dejection, a slight discomfort. You often wondered why he was so chummy with you compared to the rest of the regulars in the shop. It was probably out of pity after your first encounter. But in truth, you had found your soulmate. Were you certain that he was your soulmate? Of course not. There is no certain way to confirm it. You've watched other girls come in and simply declare that someone was their soulmate after sipping that latte.

"How did the other person feel?" you wondered.

You were unsure as to how to go about it so you just left it at that. It was so silly. But what's even more absurd is that a drink could help one find their "one and only". You decided to go with your gut... even if you took a liking to a certain quirky and peppy barista. You wanted to get to know him more.

Part of you wanted to shout: "I'm your soulmate!", but that was ridiculous. That declaration was something the other person cannot decline. It was unfair for "your soulmate" if they did not feel the same way. If you had shouted: "I'm your soulmate!", it would be more of an obligation for the other person to love you. You did not want that for him. But... you did like him. A lot. You took it upon yourself to mold a relationship with him more organically.

You came to know that despite Cater's appearance, he was a coffee nerd at best. He liked to make small talk with you, talking about how stainless steel cups were the absolute bane of coffee and how ceramic cups were superior. Cater appreciated the fact that you were a woman of culture, who used ceramic cups for her to-go orders, who understood his coffee trivia or his random talks about events on Magicam.

While no significant bond formed between the two of you, one could say that you knew each other well enough to be acquaintances. There were rare occasions he shared Magicam posts with you, ones that he found worthy of wheezing whilst waiting for an order with a particularly long assembly process:

"Pfttt, (y/n)! Have you seen that video of a chicken running around in pants?"

"No? Wait! Is there such a thing?!"

"Here–"

"No!! It's probably really cursed like that picture of Professor Trein in stripper attire!" you yelped, covering your eyes.

"Okay fine. Have a picture of puppies instead."

You turned your attention back to his phone, only to regret it the moment you saw the post, "Cater!! I said I didn't want to see it! Now I can't get it out of my head..."

"It's funny though isn't it?"

You stifled a laugh, "I suppose. But it's very wrong at the same time. Animals and clothes don't go together, usually."

"Hmm... I think they weren't meant to be, but they still look good together. Like dogs look good in clothes. You can confirm that with Professor Crewel's Magicam page. It's like ahh- what is it called- oh! A happy accident! That's what that artist called it right?"

"But it looks so wrong on a chicken."

"Now are you saying a chicken can't pull off jeans?"

"Well, maybe?"

"I'm just messing, (y/n)," he chuckled, turning back to work on your beverage, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

You watched his back in silence. When he was done with your order, you thanked him and left the café.

That night, you searched up the video yourself, wondering why you found it funny the second time around. It shouldn't be funny, but it was.

It became apparent to you that Cater liked those animal videos. He showed you the next day as well.

"They're cute," you said.

In truth, they were. Were they his favorite kinds of posts? Perhaps. He did like adorable animals, but he leaned towards posts about music. Or at least, the side of the personality he showed to a majority of others did. Cater wanted to be himself around you. He tried. He showed posts about kittens and puppies to you to stir up a casual conversation. It worked most of the time. However, he also wanted others (and you, of course) to like him. Whenever his classmates came around, he would cease conversation with you or, if he was showing you a post and could not put his phone away fast enough, he would swipe to his more "manly" posts, the ones about skateboarding tournaments and such.

"Yea–"

"Mornin', Cater!"

"Pfft! No, they aren't! Oh but check this out instead! There's a new set of headphones and it sorta matches my skateboard, dontcha think?" he nervously shrugged, turning to his colleague, "Mornin', Ace!"

"Can I see the headphones too? They sound so cool!"

"What kind of upperclassman would I be if I didn't show my junior something like this," Cater grinned.

A struggle, it was.

After you left the café, Cater cursed himself. Did it come off as rude when he abruptly halted the conversation to greet a fellow barista? Did it come off as rude when he changed the subject of the conversation the moment Ace came onto the scene? He sure hopes not. He loved to make you laugh. Many have told him that the opinions of others don't matter, but old habits die hard. He's always been a people pleaser even if they weren't looking or listening to him rambling to you about animals.

Well, whatever, right? This was his poor attempt to flirt with a crush without being too direct. Cater didn't know why he even tried. You probably found your soulmate already. You might've met him after you left the shop outside on the sidewalk or something. Cater was content with seeing you every morning before you headed off to school. There was a time where he was mopey about it, but he needed extra cash so he chose that course so he could work the morning shift at this café. Now, he was glad he had late start classes if it meant having one on one time with you. He loved to talk to you; he also liked the days where you sat in the silence, listening to the clinks of cups and spoons.

Cater wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but he wasn't the dullest either. He was perceptive as one would say. You came here around the same time every day– always wanting to try something new, but always leaning towards the drinks with subtle floral. He liked how your nose crinkled whenever the fragrance was too strong, meaning you would have a hard time swallowing the concoction. From there, he assured you that he would dilute the flowery flavors for your sake, thus opening your options. Your grateful beam was what he lived for these days. Your giggle was like jingles of bells, like how fairies talked. Seeing you on a daily basis was his dose of caffeine. It brightened his day. He hated how he waited for you and panicked when you were just a few minutes late. You were always on time. You always ordered to-go but stayed for a few minutes to dilly dally with him. Cater wasn't one for routine or rules. He never understood Riddle, his coworker, for always wanting things to be a certain way– all day and every day. But with you, he understood the redhead just a little bit more.

And because he more or less understood Riddle's need for things to be in order, today was an off day. You were late. Very late. Later than usual. Later than ever before. It was the weekend and you slept in, meaning you swung by around early noon when the sun was at its midpoint in the sky. It was sundown now. Moreover, it was raining. Cater assumed that you stayed home because of the rain, but it was not raining in the morning so what kept you?

He hated himself for relying on you as a source of happiness. How could he not though? You made his heart race a thousand miles per hour. You weren't that pretty. You were plain, but he liked that. He was confused as to why... but he liked the fact that you did not invest your time in over-the-top ensembles. He liked how your lashes were of a decent length and how they didn't look like butterflies were resting on your eyes. He liked how your makeup if you were wearing any on a particular day, enhanced your natural beauty rather than make you look like a clown.

Cater liked, no– loved, you more than he should've. You were not meant to be with him. He was not your soulmate and you were not his. It was like how people were meant to fall in love, but could not be together in the long run. You didn't have to say anything to him. He knew that he wasn't meant for you. You deserved someone real, someone unlike him.

The barista smiled sadly as he wiped the last speck of dust on the worktable. Yes, you deserved better than a café fling. You deserved better than a facade that was molded so that he could survive school.

He stared out the rose-tinted windows. The rain poured like an endless stream of tears. There was not a soul on the streets. Cater turned to deposit the rag into the to-wash bin. The door chimed, signaling a new customer. Oh boy... he was not in the mood for this...

"Hey, sorry, we're closed right now!" he said, feigning a peppy aura.

"Cater..."

"(y/n)? What are you doing here? And you're soaking too! Wait let me get you a towel. I'll be right back–"

His body reacted before his mind could process. Before he knew it, he was right by your side. He was close enough to touch you, but he only hovered, waiting for permission to lightly hold you by the shoulders.

"No, no, Cater... It's fine. I just wanted to talk to you," you whimpered, taking his wrists and bringing them to your shoulders.

"You're freezing! Sit down. I'll make you something to warm you up."

He ran back to the counter, whipping out his supplies and getting to work as fast as his hands could allow him to.

"No, listen, this will be quick, I promise. I don't intend to waste any more of your time than I already have."

You obeyed, making yourself comfortable at one of the barstools.

"You've never wasted my time, (y/n)," he said, staring intently into your eyes, sliding you a to-go cup.

That was... fast. You hoped Cater wasn't waiting for you all day, just to give you this beverage. The cup was filled to the rim with whipped cream and lavender sprigs. It looked like something out of wonderland, something the Mad Hatter would serve Alice if it had to be something other than tea. His viridian green eyes peered into your soul. It was hard to decline. Hesitantly, you took the cup, taking a sip out of it. Ah... warm. Thank goodness he wasn't waiting for you. Or was he? You weren't sure how brewing coffee worked, but you knew he always kept a shot (or was it a pot?) for you on the side. He seemed distraught. The last thing you wanted was for your beloved barista to wear such a raw and broken expression.

"Did you wait for me all day?"

"...Yes, but don't worry about it! It's not your job to come here every day. How's the mocha though? I made it in such a rush that I don't know if I eyeballed the ingredients properly."

"Mocha? That's new."

"Oh yeah! That's a Lavender Rose White Mocha! I heard lavender is supposed to have calming effects. Thought it would help you with whatever you're dealing with."

"How thoughtful of you."

"I know, I know," he smirked, "Now, answer my question: what are you doing here so late? And in the rain with no umbrella or coat too!"

"I wanted to see you."

"You could have seen me in the morning," he groaned, flopping his upper body onto the counter.

"I needed some time to think about exactly what to say."

"Well, you're here now. Shoot."

You inhaled, "I'm your soulmate."

Cater shot up from his sprawled positioned, eyes glistening, brimmed with excitement– a flood of emotions. You could not tell if they were positive or not.

You continued before he could say anything, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything before. I just... wanted our relationship to develop organically."

"There's a 'but' somewhere in this, isn't there?" he smiled sadly.

You nodded, "Our relationship developed organically, alright, but I feel... like... you don't deserve someone as ordinary as I am. You like to skateboard and you like to raise the cutest mandrakes for the fun of it... and I... I'm just a girl who likes people with interesting stories, people who lead lives without a single pause. I like you, I do, but I feel like 'the one' for you is so much more than what I can offer. I feel that is so unfair for you. Just because I drank something and declared that you are mine does not mean that you don't have a say in this too. I didn't know how to tell you, knowing that you would probably want someone better. I tried. Every single day since I tried that damn latte... but I couldn't... I always chickened out..."

"(y/n)..."

"But, now that I told you, I can finally let you shine like the star you are. Thank you for everything, Cater."

"Wait, (y/n), I also–"

"I don't need your pity. It's okay," you sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips, "I just wanted to do that... at least once."

And with that, you bolted out of the coffeeshop in embarrassment, in regret, and woe. You ran as fast as you could. It was so stupid!! The sole concept of someone to be "made for you" was so superficial, unreliable, and unrealistic. You hated how you fell for the idea of a soulmate rather than the person himself, believing that Cater was the boy for you. But that's burdensome for someone who never felt the same way. He would have liked a "cooler" girl not a plain Jane, vanilla kind of girl. The rain masked your tears. It truly hurt you. Your heart was so detrimental.

"(y/n)!! Wait!"

You stopped to turn around to meet the owner of the voice. It was all too familiar. You had spent at least ten minutes with him every day for a couple of months now, after all.

"Cater?"

"S-Slow down... I'm in the light music club, not track and field," he wheezed.

You did not heed his words and spun your heel, preparing to run off to your dorm once more.

"HEY!!! LISTEN!!!" he yelled as he tackled you with a bear hug from behind.

"No!"

You squirmed, but to no avail.

"Cater...What is there to listen to? I'm just in love with the idea of you being my soulmate, not you... I doubt that you would ever fall for such a simple girl like me without that latte. You're so cool and trendy. I could never be your lover! T-That's just not fair to you!" you sobbed, the tension in your muscles relaxed in his grip.

"Who said anything about being fair?! You just jumped to conclusions without asking about my feelings!"

"I still don't think we belong together. We're on completely different levels."

"CHICKENS IN PANTS!" he screeched as his grip on you tightened.

"What??"

"You heard me. Chickens in pants... They're not meant to be together, but they exist anyhow and they look really good together in my opinion. So if you feel that way about not being "meant for me" then think of use like that! But for your information: I actually really like simple girls! I really, really like them a lot! I like you too, idiot! I like you a lot! You're not interested in how 'cool' I am and I couldn't care less about anything flashy. I need a break from that lifestyle. You're just that for me. Please accept my feelings."

He nuzzled the back of your neck. You felt the trail of hot tears running down his cheeks.

"Pfttt. Okay. I accept. On one condition though: I'm the chicken. I don't want to be the pants," you laughed.

"Deal. Let’s head back to the café. The rain isn’t going to clear any time soon. We might catch colds.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” you hummed as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“You know, this could have been way easier if you just told me that you were my soulmate from the get-go,” Cater exasperated.

“I don’t like the idea of soulmates. I think you’ve heard me say it a thousand times before. I don’t think ‘the one’ exists at all. I feel that nobody should be projecting their fantasies onto their lover and expect said person to fulfill that ideal. I was a hypocrite though because I ended up assuming your type and who you would like. I apologize for that.”

“Ahhh so formal! So deep! I never thought about it that way. And.. I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals too.”

“They weren’t that mixed. I just felt like you wanted a girlfriend who had the same aesthetic you had.”

“Those signals were definitely mixed. I… grew up in a place, a really well off place where even the streets shimmered. It was so sparkly. I also had two sisters so I ended up taking a liking to cute things and such. Turns out that in middle school and beyond don’t like pretty boys from sparkly places who like cute things. I’ve been hiding behind something myself. I’m actually not that cool, you know, especially for hiding behind this cheerful persona.”

“I guess we’re both in the wrong now.”

“But since, we’re chickens in pants, we can do anything together!”

“Oh my god, Cater, no!”

“Yes!”

“I already have my work cut out for me already… Oh! We’re here, let’s dry up. Wait? Did you really leave the shop unattended just to chase after me?”

“I forgot about that, oops!” he shrugged.

“Well, your managers aren’t here so it should be alright.”

“Wait! Before we go in, I want to take a picture.”

“Cater, we’re soaking wet and it’s still raining.”

“Just for a second, okay?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Say ‘soulmates’!”

“Soulmates…” you rolled your eyes.

“Cute. Caption: I finally found her. Oh and for the tags– hashtag: soulmates, hashtag: chickens-in-pants, hashtag: rainy-day-kisses andddd posted!”

“Wait. Chickens in pants?”

“That’s our new shtick now!” he winked, kissing your cheek and opening the café’s door.

It was then and there you finally let all of your emotions out in the form of a hyena’s laugh.

It was then and there you finally let all of your emotions out in the form of a hyena’s laugh. The real Cater was quite dorky. You were hoping to get to know him more and in turn, he did the same for you.

Because for you, there are no such things as soulmates or “the one”, it was just a person who would walk alongside you. And that person, as fate would have it, was Cater and he was the only one for you.

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My Mystic Messenger Opinions

(That no one asked for)

Zen

Character: 8/10 I know a lot of people think Zens annoying but I find him endearing. One of the best things about this game is the complexity of the characters and I love that Zen’s cockiness is actually how he hides his insecurities. Even though he’s egotistical about himself, he’s never shallow with MC. He says multiple times that he doesn’t care about MC’s looks. He loves her for who she is and shows this in how he makes an effort to get to know her and be her cheerleader everyday. An underrated thing about Zen is how emotionally intelligent he is. He’s great at helping the RFA members when they need emotional support (Yoosung’s grief over loosing Rika, Jaehee crying from the stress of her job and MC’s shock at almost being kidnapped).

Route: 2/10 Zen is a great character and he deserves a better route. The false rape accusation plot is horrible and offensive. Also, his route functions as an introduction to the game’s plot, so it’s exposition heavy and lacks action. The creators said that the lesson of his route is that when our insecurities are handled in a healthy way, they can push us to be better people. I love this message and I wish it had been highlighted more in his route.

Romantic Potential: 9/10 Zen is arguably the most dateable of all the characters. He’s a bad boy without being sketchy. He’s protective without being possessive. He’s kind without being a pushover and he’s smart without being pretentious. His biggest drawbacks are his overconfidence and and how busy he is with working. There aren’t any glaring red flags.

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Jeahee

Character: 7/10 I love this adorable theater nerd! She comes across as formal and stuffy at first, but reveals herself to be passionate and funny the more you get to know her. I gave her a lower score because she does have a strong personality that rubs me the wrong way sometimes (her jealousy of MC in Zen’s route, her lack of sympathy towards Jumin in her own route and her general rudeness towards Yoosung). She is the most mature of the RFA though, so her exasperation is warranted. Being mature and grounded also makes Jaehee the least complex Mysme character. I’ve got a lot of respect for her though!

Route: 5/10 Getting to engage in discourse about capitalism and the patriarchy? Amazing and hands down the best part of her route. It’s really inspiring to see Jaehee stand up for herself and choose to follow her dreams. I think it’s important for every young person to hear that they should have a positive work/life balance and demand that their employer supports that. Other highlights are Seven helping Jaehee by making the Power Point presentation for Jumin’s cat project, getting to fangirl with Jaehee over Zen and the creepy stalker plot. I thoroughly enjoy her route and the only reason the score is so low is because some of the other routes are seriously incredible.

Romantic Potential: 8/10 Jeahee doesn’t have any red flags either. I think she’s perfectly capable of having a healthy, romantic relationship with MC. The biggest issue standing in their way is Korea’s bias against lesbian relationships. As a fellow coffee lover and theater enthusiast though, I could definitely see myself or someone similar having a happy life with her, even if it might have to be in secret.

Yoosung

Character: 6/10 I can’t stand people who aren’t competent. Yoosung is a terrible cook, he barely cleans and he doesn’t pay attention to his studies. On top of that, 80% of his personality is that he’s a gamer AND he’s in love with his “dead” adopted cousin. Yuck. ~ But ~ I understand that he’s depressed and depression can seriously effect someone’s executive functioning. Taking all of those negatives away, we’re left with a young man who’s trying to his best to be taken seriously, which is something I can relate to. It’s nice to see imposter syndrome represented and I admire his loyalty to his friends.

Route: 8/10 This route is sooo good! Who can forget the night when the RFA starts being aggressively stalked by Minty Eye? And the pic Zen takes of a believer looking at him through his apartment window...chills. His route only gets better from there when he infiltrates Mint Eye with Seven. This is the first time we get to see the twins interact and damn, is it confusing. But in a good way!! The biggest drawback is that MC is stuck in Rika’s apartment and doesn’t play much of an active role in the story.

Romantic Potential: 7/10 Despite all the negatives I listed about Yoosung, I do think he’s capable of have a healthy, romantic relationship with MC. Yoosung is also the only true sub of the RFA men, which is a definite plus for some players. Yoosung’s yandere side is a huge red flag though. MC better watch out if she doesn’t dote on him as much as he wants. Once he falls for her, he’s all in.

Jumin

Character: 5/10 Unpopular opinion, but I hate Jumin. I understand that he’s some people’s guilty pleasure though. Jumin’s good aspects are that he’s intensely loyal, an animal lover and has a dry sense of humor. I appreciate how devoted he is to the RFA and it’s members. He offers to help Zen multiple times (albeit rejected), sends everyone body guards in his route and pays the hospital in the SE to keep Saeran’s identity top secret. What I’m not a fan of is the way he obsesses over MC and traps her in his house. This isn’t the first time he’s shown obsessive tendencies either. Seven explicitly states that Jumin acted this way with Rika in the past. Huuuge red flag.

Route: 3/10 His entire route is fraught with rich people problems. I’m supposed to sympathize with him for an arranged marriage? All he had to do was say no. His father couldn’t force him. He’s possessive of MC because women have only ever wanted to be with him for his money? Not an excuse. Elizabeth going missing was a vaguely interesting story line, but Jumin’s relationship with his cat was cringey enough to overshadow the drama of it for me.

Romantic Potential: 3/10 Jumin has some serious issues. He’s never had a good female role model which has given him a deep seeded hatred of women. Remember when he tells MC that respecting women goes against his core beliefs? Yikes. Then, after meeting a woman who respects him and he actually likes, he locks her up and tries to change everything about her (cutting her hair, buying her a new wardrobe, teaching her the ‘proper’ way to walk, etc). We’re supposed to believe Jumin learns to be better by the end of his route, but he still proposes to MC after only a week of knowing her! I’m having a hard time picturing Jumin in a healthy relationship.

Saeyoung

Character: 10/10 I’m not saying Saeyoung is a good person. Far from it actually. But he IS very well written and extremely interesting. In the other routes, Saeyoung is energetic and funny, bringing much needed humor to heavy moments. It’s always a joy being in a chatroom with him. Then you have the reveal that he actually hates his job and that he was faking his personality, all to a sad and slowed down version of his theme song. This plot twist shook me to my core. What makes him so well written is that the devs did a good job dropping hints to his real personality in the other routes that players might not notice during their first play through.

Route: 9/10 This route is a wild ride from start to finish. This is when the plot threads from the other routes come together and start make sense. This route has secret agents, assassins, a deadly bomb, kidnapping, an evil twin, a powerful cult... It’s action heavy while still carrying enough emotional weight to make me cry every time. Saeyoung’s route is heavy and emotional and sooo worth playing.

Romantic Potential: 6/10 Saeyoung has a shady job and a complicated past. Choosing to be with him means putting your life in danger every day. If you’re okay with that, he’d be a decent romantic partner. He’s a little rough around the edges, but I do think he has potential to become more like his ideal self (God Seven) after reading his AE. He’ll always have that mean and serious side to him, but I don’t think he’s hopeless.

Character: 4/10 He’s low-key the worst. I sympathize with his trauma from being abused by Rika, but I don’t understand why he feels the need to fix everything by himself. Rika might be the source of most problems in this game, but V is partially responsible for standing by and letting her get away with everything.

My first issue with him comes from encouraging Saeyoung to join the agency. I know Saeyoung didn’t have many options, but how was encouraging him to train to become a hacker and assassin the best option?! On top of that, he stalked Zen per Rika’s request and took creeper photos of him, failed miserably at protecting Saeran and don’t get me started on how he loves Rika unconditionally. V has some good characteristics but I really don’t care about those when he’s so terrible otherwise.

Route: 10/10 This route is *chef’s kiss* the BEST. I wouldn’t call it a romance since Vs barely in it but damn is it riveting. Saeran is the perfect amount of loving and unhinged, MC get’s to know Rika on a personal level and V finally gets to be active instead of just reactive like he is in all the other routes. It’s also satisfying to find out how much V has been keeping secret and to get a glimpse into Rika’s psyche. But what really makes V’s route stand out among the rest is that there are spy action scenes like in Saeyoung’s route, but the player also gets to spend time in Mint Eye.

Romantic Potential: 7/10 I’ll be honest. I don’t think V will ever be able to move on from Rika. He’ll always love her, as evidence in his AE. Besides that drawback, I do think he’d be a good romantic partner for MC. V was never the issue in his past relationship with Rika. She was the abusive one and he was 100% the victim. I think he would treat MC just as well in their relationship as he treated Rika.

Saeran

Character: 7/10 I know I’m not the only one who loved the suave and cunning Saeran of the main routes who, after getting the therapy he needed, became an adorably shy and awkward man. Sadly, that’s not the character we got in AS. Instead, we met Ray, the split personality of Saeran’s psyche. Ray is charming and sweet as well as possessive and manipulative...which is something I’m into. But it’s not for everyone. Saeran’s real personality in AS is revealed to be angry and abusive and not at all similar to who he was in the main routes. I’ll give Cheritz props for writing a fairly accurate portrayal of disassociative identity disorder, but I think Saeran’s characterization is inconsistent. I get the impression Ray was an afterthought when creating AS.

Route: 7/10 A mixed bag for me. I really enjoy any chatroom/scene with Ray. He’s undeniably creepy, but those scenes were entertaining in a dark romance kind of way. On the other hand, the Saeran scenes had a lot of unrealized potential. Abuse is never cool. All his route needed to fix this was a scene where Saeran explained to MC that he was pretending to hate her to appease Rika and the other believers. While this fake hatred is implied, I think it needed to be outright stated. It’s also hard to believe that Saeran overcame his DID in the course of one night. I know all routes are limited to 11 days, but this one needed more. Highlights of this route are Saeyoung being kidnapped by his father and of course, dark Yoosung with Elizabun.

Romantic Potential: 7/10 I truly do believe that Saeran could go on and live a happy life in any of the endings where he escapes Mint Eye and receives therapy. While we only get a glimpse of what an emotionally stable Searan looks like, we know that he was kind and attentive with MC. Saeran is a giver and would do anything to make MC happy. Red flags are that Searan is still clingy at the end of his route. Yoosung makes a comment that he’s always holding MC’s hand when he sees them together. Also, his DID is something that will occasionally return and that’s something MC has to go into their relationship knowing.

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your-world-with-nct · 3 years

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— 2020 has been a wild year for all of us and let me start this off by saying well done to us all for simply making it through this crazy ride - if surviving this year was your biggest achievement, that’s completely okay, and i am so proud of you for being here today !! despite the many, let’s say, mishaps, that have occurred this year, both nct and nctzens have been key in my 2020 and i couldn’t be more grateful for them, so i decided to make a little appreciation post of my own before the year ends 🥰

— to my followers ;

my petals !! i can’t believe i started off this year with around 300 followers and i’m now nearing 600 🙈 this account has grown so much this year and it’s all thanks to you. if you’ve ever come across my blog, liked or reblogged a piece of mine, sent me an ask, or pressed that follow button, i want you to know that i am so grateful for you and thank you for enjoying my works 🥺 hopefully 2021 will carry the same positive energy here on your-world-with-nct as it has this year and i’m hoping that you’ll be seeing a lot more fics in the near future 👀 once again, i love you petals <3

— to my dearest mutuals ;

@emistoomultifandom

em bubs !!! i know i could easily do this on any other app or even irl but i just wanted to thank you for making my year 🥺 my lockdown wouldn’t have been the same without us constantly texting and fangirling and our ty track/bfc reunion on my birthday was elite. and obviously this new school year has been an adventure and a half so far, with all the lunch time shenanigans, revision sessions, and exam stress, but i can’t wait for the rest of it 🙈 i am so grateful that i had you by my side during 2020 and i am eternally thankful that i’ll be able to go into the new year with you by my side once again 🧡💚💜

@misfitneo

bella - my first mutual, my tumblr mum - it feels like just yesterday that you wrote a beomgyu blurb for me after seeing my pink theme; now you’ve finished college and i’m applying to colleges 🙈i know we haven’t been able to talk as much recently but that doesn’t mean i appreciate your presence any less - i’m so proud of you for getting into med school and pursuing your dream 🥺🥺 i hope that this year treated you well, and that 2021 treats you even better 💞

@nsheeteeish

loml, almost birthday-twin, fellow leo and xiaojaem stan, fave writer - what do these things have in common? they all apply to v, or, yeet anon, if you remember the days where i ranted to you about my crush and you were a baby stay 😪 not only have you delivered such amazing content on ur writing and gif blogs, but you have provided so much comfort and joy to me whenever we message with dilay 🤧 i look forward to checking your blog every day for new posts and my twt and insta notifs in case you’ve sent me something or you’ve seen what i sent you 🙈 the fact that you think of me when you see certain things just warms my heart and you’re just such a caring person in general, thank you for being a part of my 2020 v, all the best wishes for your 2021 🖤

@cloudyangers

dilay !!! my resident yangqi and the person i think of straight away whenever i see yangyang 😚 i remember when you first requested that e2l chenle blurb back in 2019 and now the only chenle stan between us is v 😁 finding you on this app again after i forgot what ur skz blog’s url was, was just amazing and i don’t know what my tumblr experience would be like without me being able to reconnect with you 🥺 thank you for being able to make me laugh effortlessly with our lack of geography knowledge and our random antics, i will always look forward to seeing the username @cloudy_____ on my dash and screaming over renhyuckyang (+ sungchan 👀) with you for years to come 🤍

@nctsoftarchives

andi bb, my fellow dad!johnny stan 🥺 seeing you post a jaemin birthday blurb for me after your return to tumblr was so sweet and i can’t believe your first post after coming back was dedicated to me 🤧 i remember the day i first messaged you and you were gushing over how you were a big fan of mine and i said the same about you - we were just going back and forth about how much we love each other’s work 😌 you are such a talented writer and you are so full of love - wishing all the best for you in the coming new year babie 🥰

@jensungf

coming across leyna’s blog after reading that jsmr fic was the best decision, because not only have i befriended a brilliant writer, but also a jensung enthusiast who is just the kindest 🥺🥺 i think now would be a good time to tell you that despite jeno’s bias wrecking antics back in august, i actually bias jisung now 😃 i know we haven’t talked in a while, because of our busy schedules, but i hope you’re resting well and i hope that 2021 won’t be as hectic for you 💟

@doyoungcore

joyce, i know we only started talking recently but the serotonin boost both you and your works have given me this year is just incredible and i am so thankful for your warm personality on your blog and for your amazing fics 🤧 i started off as a silent reader who gushed about your writing in the tags but now i’m friends with such a talented writer and we just casually ramble about doie and jaems biases and writing struggles,,, wow 🤯 (btw took some of ur tips on editing headers 🙈) i hope that next year we can expand our friendship and that i can continue to give you the feedback you deserve 🥺💕

— favourite reads of the year ;

i have reblogged all of these to my main @/lovelycharm05 before, but i just wanted these masterpieces on here with everyone since these fics are so memorable and enjoyable to me <3 (beware there is lots of me gushing over how f&%#ing good all these writing techniques and plot devices are - can you tell i’m an eng lit nerd)

@nsheetee - moonlight café

obviously v released so many iconic pieces this year but this series was just *chef’s kiss* coffee shop au’s are the cutest to me because you can do so many different things with them, and you truly showcased that through each members’ part. although i am nahyuck biased (out of all the 00 liners), i have a soft spot for jeno’s part 🥺🤧 but that doesn’t mean i’m not obsessed with jealous jaems and cocky hyuck 🙈

@notnctu - to all the j’s i loved before

the very first work i ever read of yours, joyce 🥺🥺 i remember seeing an nct network reblog this and after reading through the summary of the series, i was enticed by the plot and i read most of your masterlist whilst waiting for the next parts 🤧 the main character’s relationship with each ‘j’ was unique to them and their interactions were just so sweet to read (except jaemin’s >:( why did my ult’s part have to be the angsty one 😤 jk jk i loved it anyways) special mention to ‘cupid’s arrow’, because that fic was an emotional rollercoaster and i loved that almost as much as i love bestfriend!jungwoo in the last part 😌

@misfitneo - lee haechan’s pride

it would be a sin if i didn’t include this in my top reads this year, pun intended 😌, especially since i have a weakness for mafia aus. i haven’t had the time to read mark or renjun’s parts yet, but from what i read in this fic, i’m sure theirs are just as good, if not better. the storybuilding and the development of the plot are so detailed and intricate and that is what i love in a fic. i already reviewed this on my main with a lengthy description of my favourite parts so i’m gonna keep this short and sweet - if you love haechan, mafia au’s, and enemies to lovers, you need to read this !!

@jensungf - passing clouds + only forever

these fics hit different now that i bias jisung 😭 ‘passing clouds’ was pure angst and as much as it hurt, it was written so beautifully and i loved it so much. ‘only forever’ healed the jisung shaped hole in my heart and made me fall in love with him all over again. the first love vibes he gives off is unbelievable and that innocence was presented perfectly in this 🤧 side note: never let jisung bake for you even if it’s as a peace offering 😖

@hyucksie - in the long run + second first kiss

although ‘sweet talk’ and ‘silent treatment’ are also contenders for some of my favourite fics of the year, these two have taken the cake 😌 the concept itself of time travel and mark and y/n seeing their future child was so creative and the mixed emotions that the characters experienced seeing their future were executed so well and the ending when their actual future selves remembered the day they time travelled 🥺🥺 not to mention the sequel doesn’t feel forced at all, the story flows well, and jealous mark is a cutie 🥰

@luvdsc - not clickbait

i’ve been following cat after i first read ‘i turned my best friend into an e-boy!! (and kissed him)’ and ever since then every piece of hers that i’ve read is simply breathtaking and so engaging. her style of writing is so unique and whenever i read anything of hers i feel so immersed in the fic. the dreamies as youtubers and tiktokers was such a cute concept to me and the little comment section at the end of each fic is probably my favourite part 😳 the way each member’s fic connects to the plot of another is perfect and their cameos in one another’s fic >>> (jisung telling y/n about the tiktok challenge in mark’s fic + cameraman jisung in chenle’s) i could keep talking abt this series for a lot longer but i’ll end it here, also i can’t wait for norensung’s parts 💞💞

@pwarkhans - the neo academy

i’ve probably mentioned my love for ‘the umbrella academy’ before but THIS !!! this series just made me love it even more 🙈 despite yangyang’s part being the only one that’s out, that and the prologue are interesting enough and seeing the 00 liners in this alternate universe is honestly amazing jxjwjxkw jaemin as three and hyuck as two is everything. the brothers’ relationship, especially in yangyang’s part, is so complicated yet so cute and i can’t wait for the rest of the members’ parts 💘

@yongtxt - vintage

when i first stumbled across this series, i was immediately intrigued by the plot, and not just because it was about rapper!mark and singer!y/n🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 the side characters (dreamies + doie and jisoo) were so funny and well-written and the plot >>>> i was so invested in the twists and turns of the story, the relief i felt when the conflict was finally resolved and we got our fav musician couple !!

@byunbaekby - apartment b23

i only found this series recently but wow am i invested in the plot already 😭😭 the conflict in the story is realistic and feels like something you could actually relate to. norenmin’s friendship/bond is so strong and evident through the story and the side characters are my babies (heejin, shuhua, lia - ily 🤧) i can’t wait for the rest of this series since i am a sucker for the perfect balance of angst, fluff, and crack in this 🥰

— favourite works of the year ;

unfortunately i haven’t had enough time to release any fics this year, and i’m hoping that that won’t be the case next year, but here are my top 5 favourite blurbs that i enjoyed writing and reading <3

1:48pm -> dad!johnny

one of the most popular blurbs on my blog to this day 🥺 honestly i get why, who doesn’t love dad!johnny? hyejoo is literally so adorable here and the family dynamics make me soft all over again whenever i reread this piece. also everyone’s reactions and replies to this are so heartwarming because everyone’s just whipped for the suh family 🙈

1:05pm -> soulmate!taeyong

i love soulmate au’s but something always irked me with the permanence of your soulmate like ,,, what if you end up falling out of love with them? then what? that inspired me to write my own take on soulmates, where they aren’t found, but made. taeyong’s character here is just so full of love and you know how much i love lovable boys 🤧 (ever wondered why i ult na jaemin...?)

12:13pm -> boyfriend!mark

7dream!!!! i don’t usually write domestic fluff even though it’s one of the genres i indulge in the most 😔 but when i do, i go all out because everyone needs to know how soft i am for my boys >:( mark’s love for the dreamies is so unique and i love their friendship so much, i had to write about it when i first heard about the 7dream announcement which i definitely did not cry at

11:40pm -> boyfriend!jeno

this was one of the first requests i ever got and i was just so touched than someone personally requested something from me AND it was jeno 🥺🥺 everytime i read the tags under this, everyone is just gushing over jeno and like,,, same 🙈 this type of fluff >>>

waking up with wayv -> wayv reaction

when em first requested this, i didn’t exactly know how to write something for each member without being too repetitive, but in the end, i loved the mini plots i wrote for them and it’s just one of my underappreciated faves 🥰

— favourite releases of the year ;

just a few of my favourite albums that got me through online school and revision sessions for offline school 🥲 ft. lots of nct + october albums bc that month was PACKED

nct 2020 - resonance pt1 + pt2

nct 127 - neozone: the final round

nct dream - ridin’

wayv - awaken the world

superm - super one

enhypen - border: day one

twice - eyes wide open

txt - minisode1: blue hour

seventeen - semicolon

stray kids - go live + in life

itzy - not shy

conan gray - kid krow

if you’ve managed to read all the way to the end, congrats for putting up with my lengthy and very sappy sentiment and sorry that you had to go through all of that 😭😭 thank you for being a part of my 2020, i hope that the new year allows us all to have a fresh start and brings us the opportunities we didn’t have this year. happiest new year to you all 🥳 (even tho it’s not 2021 yet when i’m posting this :))

#nobody tagged me in this but i saw loads of ppl doing it so i was like >:( i wanna do one #and by loads of ppl i mean joyce 🙈#this was a lot longer than i thought it would be but i have a lot to say lmao #end of the year wrap up #mutuals ✨

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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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Twi YouTube AU?? 👀

dlgjk ok i dont have a coherent au idea i just like the idea of like.

alec being this confident youtuber man who does all sorts of shit, like funny vlogs and maybe some sketches with his siblings or some lets plays or something, idk, he’s just a popular youtuber like, idk, fuckin markiplier or something, you know, kinda does a lot of stuff. maybe some fashion/interior design shit? idk? but like. he’s pretty popular and if there’s any list on tumblr that’s like “some queer creators you should try watching” he’s always up there because he’s pretty open about being gay. maybe at first he wasn’t in the earlier youtube days but he had a pretty emotional coming out video and everyone was like “holy shit”

meanwhile magnus is like, a quietly popular youtuber, you know? kind of a niche audience, but with decent numbers. he does a lot of things, like vlogs about being trans. like, oh my god. magnus documenting his transition? would that even be a thing? wait oh my god is this mundane au, or is this canon? because twi magnus who’s actually a warlock with a youtube channel would be hilarious but maybe not a good idea. you know what? how about a mix. he’s mortal and was born in modern times and all, he’s like the same age as alec–idk why but i’m thinking he’s like a few weeks older or a month or two older than alec and alec jokingly teases him about being old–but he like…. still has magic, because why the fuck not. actually, you know what? fuck it? it’s an au where magic is just openly a thing. not even necessarily canonverse magic, just. some people have magic. magnus does little tutorials and shit, he has a real talent for it and he’s actually really powerful but he hides that. (possible plotline: some paparazzi discover he’s like, a level ten mage, and it’s a scale from 1-10 and 8 is the most powerful u get most of the time, there’s been a few really famous 9s and there’s been one 10 ever and that was fucking merlin. you feel. because why not. idek fuck.) anyway he has little diy make your own magical charms and weaving enchantment and safe summoning circles and tips for writing magical contracts and shit like that. he’s this cute little nerd but he’s like incredibly knowledgeable and he knows how to teach it in a way that’s understandable and accessible? and he answers questions in really clear ways, and he does amazing demonstrations that look so cool people accuse him of editing but he’s just That Good. and he’s like, actually a really well-published wizard/magic scientist, he invented the fucking portal, but probably under a pseudonym because he doesn’t really want the attention. (his last name is fell in honor of his mentor. yes. although if he does multiple ones he may or may not also use loss, santiago, rollins, etc.) anyway he’s just so fucking good, he has all these videos explaining magical theory in pretty easy to understand ways (maybe going from really simple to like “i understand the basics here and am ready for the technical terms but need an overview” videos you know.

also he doesn’t just do magic videos, because i said so. also maybe some blogs, and like. because i want to. some fashion/makeup tips. and it’s weirdly endearing because it’s not something you’d expect since he doesn’t wear makeup that often–although a) there are def gifsets of his full makeup looks on tumblr, and b) when he does occasionally decide to wear lipstick or eyeshadow or whatever, most of his fans are like omg yes!! u look cute! also headcanon: twi magnus wears less makeup in general but he still indulges in nail polish. mostly dark/muted colors on his fingers, but bright silly colors on his toes. NAYWAYWYA

also magnus bane is his chosen name because he wanted something cool and wizardy sounding and undeniably masculine.

also he’s so fucking sweet like look his videos are pretty popular because they’re just handy but he’s not exactly like, a super popular celebrity or anything, you know? but when he does meet fans he’s so incredibly sweet and he does selfies and he’s very appreciative of his followers? he’s so genuine?

and alec is way more popular–not that he’s not kind and appreciative of his followers. it’s just the thing is, magnus and alec are totally opposite sides of youtube. alec is friendly charismatic completely non-magical youtuber, he plays video games with his sister and like, does vlogs and reaction videos and shit you know. magnus is out here with educational tutorials and excited rambles about magical theory. (i feel like sometimes he accidentally starts doing groundbreaking research for a video and forgets to like, publish it first, and people are like wait what the fuck holy shit)

but then they fucking meet.

and a) they’re Instantly smitten. b) this will eventually result in the weirdest collab ever.

like NO ONE would expect magnus bane, tarot reader and tutorial on magic diy and shit, occasionally does makeup videos and little vlogs and talks about Issues sometimes, to collab with typical hot vlogger gamer man alec lightwood. but it happens, and somehow it’s the best fucking thing ever.

i’m not sure how their channels collide. maybe alec plays a game involving magic and magnus talks about all the ways it’s right/wrong but it ends up just being bantering and giggling and magnus may or may not end up leaning into him on the couch their sitting on and giggling as he makes a stupid joke with the character in the game and immediately everyone’s like…… we ship it

not that i support irl shipping but u know how it goes, everyones like “damn they’re cute” and they’re both openly queer so there’s that. i mean, still not cool, but you know

but really tho they keep doing collabs after that and become actual friends and both start kind of….. doing things for each other’s channel? magnus does a thing like “interview with someone who knows nothing about magic” and we just see a total mundane take on magic and honestly it’s really interesting for both of them, we have more “magnus, who’s an Old Soul and despite having a youtube channel is actually not that great with technology, raphael does all the editing, tries to play video games and kinda fails at it but he gets the hang of some of them”?? he likes puzzle games and mariokart, he does NOT like super smash bros because “THE CHARACTER NEVER DOES WHAT I WANT IT TO ALEXANDER” “you’re just jealous bc i beat ur ass” “you wanna play mariokart again, lightwood?!”

magnus does a tarot reading for alec, alec does a vlog with him just like “day in the life of alec lol :P” and there’s moments where he just comes up behind magnus like “hey what’s up” and magnus, who’s in rumpled home clothing, sees the camera and chuckles and kinda half heartedly waves it away, and the audience loses their mind at how cute he looks lkdhjgfh

they just become actual good friends, you know? it’s weird bc you wouldn’t think it would work but it really, really does

also on of alec’s fans at some point tries to make a transphobic crack at magnus during a livestream and alec goes OFF on his ass and it’s trending for the next week, the clip goes viral, it’s like “HIMBO GOES OFF ON HATERS FOR BEING TRANSPHOBIC TO HIS FRIEND/POSSIBLE LOVER?” and alec apologizes to magnus for all the attention it brought them but magnus is like “it’s okay, we can use this” and they end up using the hype to do one of those charity livestreams youtubers do and all the proceeds go to something like mermaids or the trevor project, you feel? they’re like “suck it transphobes look at all this money you got trans ppl” khjfgh

ok but eventually they do get together, not on camera, and while it’s slow at first and kind of secret (from the internet, not from friends and family) they’re also not super subtle. they know they’re not, but they’re just sort of like “it’s no one’s business, we’ll announce it when we’re ready”

and honestly tho they love each other so much

also i’ve just decided it’s not uncommon for strong magic-users, even like, level 4 or 5 and up, to have marks, so while his cat eyes are usually glamoured maybe he showed them after a q&a or in a vlog or something? and there are like. lots of gifsets of this, okay, and like, lots of thirst comments. which are like, this weird mix of slightly uncomfortable, really flattering/validating, and embarrassing (in a good and bad way). anyway, magnus has cat eyes in this au, because i fucking said so.

ANYWAY back to their relationship, they’re in love

how did they meet? maybe at a con they bumped into each other, or a totally random fan was like “y’all should do a collab” and everyone was like “what”

or maybe a mutual friend and fellow youtuber, meliorn, who is a nonbinary youtuber who fucking has a sword don’t question me, introduces them?

idk. but when they meet they hit it off instantly and flirt and end up getting coffee and they don’t date for a while (maybe mutual pining/misunderstandings like “oh he doesn’t like me like that, but it’s okay, we can still be friends :)” or something lkfgjhfgh) but eventually they end up getting together

how? no idea. let me think about it.

idk why but im thinking they’re filming at magnus’s apartment and they’re on his couch and just. late night. they’ve finished up filming but they’re still bantering and maybe playing some video game like mariokart or watching a movie together and just. magnus is leaned all the way into alec, just snuggled up and pressed close against him, alec ends up putting an arm around him, and alec cracks a joke or teases him and magnus sits up a bit to like, poke his chest or flick his nose (you know what i mean? like in an otp person a shifts, still kinda sitting in their lap, and is like [playfully hits shoulder or boops nose or something] and now they’re making eye contact and person b ends up pulling them into a soft kiss???) anyway THEY MAKE EYE CONTACT AND ALEC PULLS HIM INTO A SOFT KISS and alec almost pulls away when he realizes what he’s done but magnus makes this soft little happy noise and leans into him, kissing back, and they just end up kissing for a bit and when they break apart alec is just looking up at him with breathless wonder and magnus is looking down at him with that same soft reverence and alec blurts out something like “you’re magical” and magnus just loses it and he’s giggling and leaning against alec’s chest and alec starts laughing too and magnus can feel the vibrations in his chest and it’s just so nice and pleasant and wonderful and they may or may not end up making out

they have to talk about it in the morning when they end up falling asleep together in magnus’s bed, cuddled close, but they find, to both of their delights, they both want to date and be in a serious relationship and it’s so fucking good ok

they go to dinner and the transition from friendship to romance is a little awkward but so worth it, especially when they realize HEY IT’S BOTH YOU DONT STOP BEING FRIENDS WHEN YOU DATE. i mean like, they didn’t not know that, but it’s like, idk how to explain you know they’re kinda like “are we doing this right” and then they’re like “fuck doing it right we can keep cuddling on the couch and giggling and bantering over stupid shit and watching dumb movies and kicking each others asses in video games it doesn’t matter we just also kiss and have dinner more often and sleep together and also we may or may not be in love”

also they’re That Couple. they’re like straight to the honeymoon, they’re domestic from the first week. magnus is casually doing magic around the house (imagine: he just dyes his hair on a whim and grows it out a little bit and alec is like “i love u no matter how u style ur hair and stuff, and like, ur usual look is so fuckin cute and handsome, but also I Love This.”) but like he’s like (casually summons small ball of light to read book at night) (casually makes alec little protective charms–side note alec def makes him some of these too, but he asks magnus’s old mentor, ragnor, and two of his friends that can do magic, catarina and dot, to enchant it, since he can’t himself, and having magic woven by people who care about him will make it stronger. oh mhyhogfd) and just like. magic used to be something he mostly kept to himself (this def has something to do with his parents–his mom, who he thinks killed herself because of his eyes/magic, his birth dad who’s a powerful sorcerer–level 9, actually, and they think magnus is level 8 for a long time–who was an abusive fuckstick) and then he started doing youtube and it was a kinda show, a gift, something to share, but still not really something he just used openly in front of people he cared about (other than his close friends, since most of them do magic too anyway) but with alec it’s so easy to do that casually?? it’s so easy to just feel comfortable and safe????? yes

anyway they do eventually “come out” as boyfriends, maybe something short and sweet like just. a tweet of magnus sleeping curled up on alec’s chest and he’s like “god i love my boyfriend

they were already not subtle but now that they’re not hiding it they’re so fucking blatantly in love tbh. they do one of those boyfriend tag videos and it’s fucking adorable, at high request they do some couples games kind of videos, like the newlywed game and fuck marry kill (mostly on alec’s channel but magnus has a few, too) and it’s just HIGH QUALITY FUCKING CONTENT

also originally i was just thinking something along the lines of “in canon verse, twi alec is instagram famous/famous on social media and he gets cute tarot boyfriend and is like look at my cute boyfriend and then magnus’s small insta account mostly for his business gets a fuck ton of new followers and alec’s gets a considerable amount too” and now i’m imagining everyone from their respective audiences first thirst-following the other, then actually getting invested

but really tho they’re the internet’s hottest couple for a while it’s great

for some reason i’m picturing them doing a live tour now, with like, accessible tickets and magnus does magic live on stage and idek what else they’d do tbh but it’d be fun as fuck

anyway this au got away from me

me: i dont have any real coherent ideas

also me: [vomits a 2,500+ word ESSAY]

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #twi #twi malec #trans magnus #long post #youtube au

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absentlyabbie · 5 years

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summer fling anon here (no points to me for reading comprehension, it seems!). as for ship, dealer's choice (but always love flommy, if the muse takes you there!)

lol but you get points for getting back to me so it evens out

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it happens the summer before felicity graduates from college.

she’s offered an internship over the summer from queen consolidated, a move that tells her they’re likely to offer her a job once she completes her dual degrees. there have been other companies, other offers, but queen consolidated is the only internship that pays. scholarships and her loan cover school, but off terms mean going home to vegas–to her mom–because a three month apartment lease in boston is more expensive than a part time job waiting tables would ever cover.

so she accepts the job, the company-provided studio apartment, and the plane ticket, and makes her excuses to donna that the internship is crucial to her job placement opportunities.

(it’s not. she’s going to have her pick of companies after graduation, and she knows it. but the idea of returning to the sweltering, glitzed up city of her birth, to whatever tiny little apartment donna’s in now with an a/c that probably only sometimes works, cramped together with her mom and her mom’s bad dates and long hours and brittle-bright questions and suggestions for how felicity should dress and do her make up and who she should flirt with… it’s enough that she’d probably have chosen one of the unpaid internships elsewhere and just taken on an afterhours job, if qc hadn’t offered so plumb an out.)

so to starling city she flees, ready to explore and be someone else for three months, to try on an idea of the future, of where she might work and live and who she might become.

the work is fun, if not as challenging as she might like. the internship was for their it and cyber security division, and it could be steady work, and if she chooses qc, she could probably play her cards right to secure a transition to the research and development department, where all the cool new toys and programs get made on the cutting edge of tech and science.

the downside is that her fellow interns all seem to click–but not with her. it’s a familiar problem, and felicity can’t pretend she’s surprised even if she is disappointed. she’s used to not fitting in, to not quite knowing how to connect, to making awkward or downright bad first impressions as her nerves and her mouth run away from her. now as in college, even among nerds she struggles to feel she belongs. it doesn’t help she’s younger by all of them by about two years, and only just legal to drink.

so after hours she finds herself with too much free time and no one to spend it with. she’s explored all the coffee shops and bookstores nearby, checked out the cute deli bistros and found where to get the best matzo ball soup. all alone.

she’s had about enough of it almost three weeks in, and now the work week is over and the other interns are planning an evening out clubbing and they may be talking near her but they’re not talking to her. it takes summoning all her courage to blurt out, butt in: “i love to dance. can i come?”

she of course breaks in when it’s most awkward to do so, and the conversation is stiff and uncomfortable all around–but they invite her along. it’s enough. of course it is. by the end of the night, she promises herself, they’ll all be friends.

only they’re not. she feels like a tag-along from bar to club to second club, and she knows her hair and makeup are right and her heels are high and her dress is hot–she’s not donna smoak’s daughter for nothing–but looking the part still doesn’t make her fit. she talks and no one listens, she volunteers information about herself and someone changes the subject, she asks questions, but someone else is louder.

it’s not malicious. it’s just not… right.

and then they leave without her.

she doesn’t think they did it on purpose. there’s only five of them altogether, and two were already drunk by the second club and a third was on the way. maybe they all left as a group, maybe they all went their own ways. the result is that almost an hour into the third location she’s fended off drinks from strangers and made two circuits of the dance floor and she hasn’t seen any of the other interns in at least twenty minutes.

she’s alone, she realizes. chooses to accept. goes back to the dance floor and throws herself into the music, works up a sweat. when she has to shimmy away from a second pair of aggressive hands and hips, she retires to the bar for hydration.

the guy on the stool next to the one she chooses seems to notice her when she arrives but, blessedly, doesn’t try to engage with her. the bartender serves up her water, and she finds herself in companionable silence–or the variety of that with thumping bass and periodic drunken shrieking–with the guy in the crisp blue button up that matches his eyes.

she doesn’t remember, later, how they start talking, or who said something first. it might have been her being startled by the bartender’s flirting as he pushes at her a complimentary basket of fries, or it might be him having a brief, falsely cheerful conversation on his cell phone and scowling after hanging up.

he ends up sharing her fries as she tells him about the not-friends who left her, and he tells her about the actual friends who left him to go make out somewhere else. they complain back and forth for a while and–there it is. the surprising connection, the feeling of familiarity, like he’s someone she didn’t know she knew.

it helps that he’s a little awkward, like her, cracking some jokes so bad they loop back to being funny, even sticking his foot in his mouth. (it’s charming the way his ears turn red when he blushes.)

it also helps that he is, in fact, really, really hot.

“tommy,” he tells her, offering his hand.

grinning, she takes it. “felicity.”

he doesn’t shake her hand, instead using it to pull her to her feet with him. “let’s dance.”

and they do. and he’s good at it. so is she–of course she is, she spent too much of her childhood with showgirls and casino dancers to not get some good guidance on how to move well. but his feet don’t trip or step on hers and his hips move in sync and his hands are always just the right touch, the right pressure, never roaming too much or clinging or grasping.

it’s good. it’s fun. they dance and laugh, and then they just dance. it’s strange, both unexpected and yet inevitable when the charge goes from sheer fun to sparking.

their bodies get closer, and the way they sync begins to feel like a promise of other rhythms, other friction. the heat simmers, touch lingers. the first kiss feels less like the first than one that had somehow already begun, just one of many. when it intensifies to the point they’re no longer dancing, they stop, pull back–

and she suggests calling a cab. he asks, “your place? or mine?” on the sidewalk outside the club, as the cool night’s breeze does nothing to chill their fire.

she chooses her little rented room, and they barely make it through the door before they’re pulling at clothes, tasting the salt on each other’s skin.

they set quick boundaries, laughingly ask the right questions, and tumble into bed. it’s good. better than good.

after, they end up talking. they keep it light. she doesn’t talk about home. he doesn’t talk about that sad flash in his eyes when he mentioned his friends who left him at the club for each other. they talk about the things they like, the dumb things that annoy them, their favorite movies and tv shows and books and music.

“this was perfect,” she says quietly, in a brief lull. “i needed this.”

her embarrassment is quick. “not in a weird way! it’s just been lonely being here, not knowing anybody, and you’ve been, i mean, just really fun, and that was perfect.”

he laughs. “i know. i know what you mean. i needed this, too.” and then he pins her to the mattress again, grinning. “but this was pretty perfect too, by the way.”

a little later, in the quiet, they agree that they’d like to do this again. that this was what they needed in all the right ways. fun. light. a good connection and a good time. they exchange phone numbers but not last names, and make plans to meet up again.

over the next several weeks, felicity sees tommy many more times. she doesn’t tell him where she’s interning, or what school she’s going to, only that it’s back east. he doesn’t tell her about his family, or his friends, or what he does for work or school. they explore restaurants and take in shows, go dancing and drinking and watch movies at her little one room apartment. she likes that they keep what’s between them there, because it’s a temporary place that doesn’t say too much about her, and going to his place would say too much about him.

it’s so easy. she doesn’t know if they’re friends or just lovers, but it feels like both. a summer fling. it’s not a Thing with a capital T. they both know she’ll be leaving, and that this will end when she does. they’ve agreed to delete each other’s numbers when the time comes.

and mostly it’s just that simple. fun and connection and funny stories and good food and really great sex. every now and then, she has to stop herself from spilling something too real, too personal, too vulnerable, the warmth of his skin against hers and the beat of his heart under her cheek, the night dark and gone soft with quiet, it’s almost too tempting to whisper more, to share more and ask for more.

sometimes, the brush of his fingers down her arm before he takes her hand on the street, the fond sparkle of his eyes over a candlelit restaurant table, it makes her pulse race in a way that’s not wholly about the physical attraction. sometimes, when he looks at her and it lingers, and the smile on his lips has gone small or just gone, she thinks maybe he’s doing it too, holding back secrets behind his teeth that want out, holding back feelings that want to take root and weave the connection into deeper, more sustaining ground.

but it’s just fun.

it’s just a fling.

they manage to keep hold of the lines they drew at the start all the way to the end, no matter the close calls. it ends fondly, but it’s still an end, so there’s always a sting.

tommy walks away with his phone to his ear and the name “oliver” teasing and light and secretly weighted on his lips.

felicity gets on the plane to boston and deletes his number but not the photos they took. over the next year, through the fall and into winter and out through spring, sometimes when she gets lost in the flow and switch of the code, she finds herself with the hum of that song he liked to sing in the shower on her lips.

after she accepts the leather-bound diploma and returns the cap and gown, she opens her email to see the offer from queen consolidated. it’s still IT. the dollar figure isn’t quite as high as a couple of other offers. but, she tells herself, she still liked their research and development department better than the others. she still thinks she could make her way in IT, earn a transfer to real challenges, real excitement.

and she already knows so much about the city.

so she writes her acceptance response, opens an apartment finder website, and looks forward to the arrival of summer.

#flommy #felicity smoak #tommy merlyn #arrow #arrow fic #long post #Anonymous #asked and answered

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton Characters: Dash Baxter, Wesley Weston, OC - Character, Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Ghost Writer (Danny Phantom), Andrew Riter Additional Tags: Soulmates, Reluctant Soulmates, countless headcanons, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, my canon now, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Identity Reveal, will tag with progress, No Betas we die like fools Summary:

Casper High is a school that has several clubs, including the Occult Club, which Dash should've stayed very far away from no matter what Wes said. Now thanks to the conspiracy theorist, Phantom was pissed at him and the jock and hero were soulbound by a spell that Wes had fudged and Dash had mispronounced. How's he gonna make it up to his hero?

The soulmates fic that only my best bro really wanted out of me, which my brain was forced to provide.

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In hindsight, Dash should've stayed away from the occult club altogether. Sure, Wes had said they were gonna use some magick ritual they'd figured out to summon phantom, but people generally wanted to think they could do that and a club at school was the least likely to succeed. But Weston had been confident and Dash wasn't gonna pass on an opportunity to meet his hero without an attack happening.

So he'd gone along with it, even demanded to be the one to do it when they started. There was a chalk circle on the floor, candles, and one of em had a fuckin needle to prick themself with for it. Whatever, Dash wasn't unused to a little pain - he busted his knuckles on nerd's faces sometimes. So he got a drop on the circle, and he said the chant, and the candles turned green instead of reddish-yellow. But while the room went dark and cold and started looking like the night sky had come down to grab them, Dash may have fucked up a word in the book.

There he appeared, in a flash of light so bright Dash had to squint. Sky blue skin, a halo of white hair, freckles that glowed green and that ghost hunting hazmat suit of his. While Phantom was looking around like he was dizzy, Dash felt something. He Saw it, even, a line of bright silver that came out of his chest and turned toxic green before ending at the DP on Phantom's chest. Frowning, Dash looked over at the head of the club. "The fuck is this? A cord?"

"Oh no… oh no no no." The head nerd, a brunette with glasses and a mint green shirt, grabbed the book in Dash's hand and read what he'd said. Then his head whipped over to Wes and the basketballer backed up, his camera flashing the recording light. "You fucked up the summoning ritual!"

"Austin, I swear I was just-"

"This is a binding ritual, Wes, it binds the spirit to the target object - the circle, it looks like?"

"Pretty shitty binding," Phantom said, turning everyone's attention back to him. The blue-faced ghost was floating all around the room, soft green inner light casting weird shadows everywhere. "I'm nowhere near it. What is this thing between me and Dash though?"

"… Fuck." Wes quickly played back his recording on his camera to listen to what Dash had chanted. Dash could hear the moment he fumbled the words and Wes paled when he heard it. "That was the wrong subject word-"

"So you've bound Phantom's soul to Dash's soul now, is what I'm translating here. Cause that, wait lemme.” Austin grabbed the camera and replayed the video a few times while Dash dealt with a sea of complicated emotions. Confusion, shock, anger, resentment, anxiety. Those last three weren’t new per se but they felt… off. Not his. “Wes this is a permanent binding what the fuck?!”

“It wouldn’t’ve been permanent! We coulda scuffed the circle and the thing he’s bound to would be gone!”

Phantom reached down and grabbed the ginger by his shirt, lifting him two feet off the ground. His eyes were blue and gold and red, that dim green aura was now white and yellow and flaring up in arcs. “So lemme get this straight, Wesley. In your insane attempts to prove me as the still-living son of ghost hunters, you decided you'd bind me to a chalk circle. Which might bind me to the chalk itself, tearing me apart to keep myself connected to since you're a fucking hack."

"I-I-I hadn't uh thought of that, b-"

"And instead of that you let Dash, a jo- no THE Jock, read off the spell and so now you've bound me, irreversibly, to another person's soul. Did I get that right?"

Wes nodded the slightest bit, his entire frame shaking and Dash couldn't blame him. Dash was entirely up for pummeling Wes for fucking up his hairbrained scheme, but Phantom looked like he was about to rip Wes apart. He had fangs and his hair was turning into a cloud of fire that sucked all the heat out of the room instead of pushing it out into everything. Wes' shirt was frosting over and Austin and his band of merry freaks were shivering.

"When you get to the afterlife, Wes, I promise you a world of pain. And if you do something so fucking stupid and dangerous that it risks my safety and the safety of everyone else around you again, I'm tossing you to the police by your Fucking underwear!" Wes was dropped on his ass and Phantom growled, fading from sight. There was a Pop, all the pressure in the room shifting, and Dash rubbed his head with a groan.

"Wes you fucking idiot! Now Phantom is pissed at me and it's your fault!" Phantom may have decided not to give Wes what he had coming to him, Dash didn't have superpowers to worry about getting out of hand.

And so Dash had detention that day for wailing on a fellow school athlete.

“I swear I’m going to shatter his camera into a million tiny pieces and make him eat them,” Danny growled and struggled with not breaking his locker when he slammed it shut. The lights overhead buzzed louder and shone brighter from the energy pouring out of him, and Danny took several deep breaths. “Not only was what he wanted to do stupid and dangerous, now I’m fucking - what, Soulmates? With him?”

“Chill, Danny, I’m sure we can fix this.” Tucker pulled his sash from around his shirt and with a flick, it became a scepter once more. Holding out the golden rod over Danny, a look of concentration passed over the geek’s face while azure light bathed Danny’s body. The green thread leading off toward Dash was highlighted, though the silver threads leading to Tucker, Sam and Jazz were also visible and even the blue ones trailing off to his Mom and Dad. Tucker’s magick wrapped around his green thread and for a moment, Danny was sure that it’d be cut and all of this would be over and dealt with.

Tucker’s scepter was knocked out of his hand and clattered loudly on the tile floor of the school and the green thread shone brighter than before, seeming to have simply soaked up the magick. Danny’s growl was deep in his chest this time, and one of the lights blew a fuse. “That’s fucking ridiculous! He just read off the spell without even knowing what it did, why would that be stronger than the Pharoah’s command?”

“The language might not be from this world, Danny. We’ll have to ask Andrew if he knows how to undo it.” Sam patted Danny on his shoulder and he leaned onto her, embracing the calm of her aura. The bell rang and Danny pulled his hood over his head, pulling it shut over his face with the drawstrings. “C’ mon, let’s get you home and we can head over to see him right now.”

Danny grumbled as he was pulled along by Sam and Tucker outside to the parking lot, where all three of them pulled out their hoverboards. Danny mounted his star and nebulae covered creation and slipped on his helmet. The one he’d made for Tucker was gold and chrome-colored, a techno styled F on the bottom of it, while Sam’s was black with creeping vines appearing to weave all around it. It had been fun building these boards with Tucker and personalizing them since they made flying to school easier on them all. Magnetic boots locked in place, Danny slipped on the remote control glove and took off, followed closely by his friends into the even sky to the envious stares of their schoolmates.

The only ghosts that got in their way home were Skulker and the Box Ghost, and while Boxy was easy to take down with a few well-placed shots, Danny had to split off a Phantom copy while still in human form to take down Skulker, which sucked because he didn’t have the energy to make one as strong as he normally was in ghost form. With a kick to Skulker’s head that removed his helmet, and a swift click of the button on the Thermos, Skulker was dealt with and they headed to Fenton works.

Descending the stairs of the Fenton home to the basement lab and finding it empty was a blessing, mostly available due to Sam and her meddling in the business affairs of Fenton Works. Getting to the Ghost Writer’s library from there was a cakewalk, and soon they were knocking on his doors.

“Andy, I have a problem and I need your help fixing it!” Getting no reply for a moment, Danny took a deep superfluous breath and whined loudly against the door. “Aaandyyyyy!” The door opened inward fast enough that Danny hit the floor, and grumbled something rude about Vidya playing cruel pranks on him.

“Don’t pretend that Vidya doesn’t love you about as much as she does me, Danny, you’ll never get away with a lie that flimsy.” The baritone laughter of the Ghost Writer, otherwise known to a few as Andrew Riter, met Danny’s ears and a shark-toothed smile greeted Sam and Tucker. The librarian in grey and purple invited them deeper in to sit on couches and cushions scattered about the shelves of the library and cups of coffee and tea set themselves down on the table before them. “Alright, what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?”

“This time it wasn’t one of us, actually.” Sam nudged Danny with her boot and he slumped against Tucker, taking a long sip of his tea. “An idiot, Wes, tried to bind him to a circle during an event that the Occult Club was performing to summon Danny, but they let Dash Baxter read it and when Danny appeared, apparently Dash stuttered the wrong words and now he and Danny are bound by the soul. As far as we know.”

Andrew adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowed at Danny as a trio of books flew to him and Danny repeated the spell for Andrew to decipher. “Give me a couple of days to look this one up. Artificially created Soul Bonds like that typically break with the right spell and if both parties agree to sever the link.” Tucker groaned while Danny buried his face in his hands.

“I have to convince Dash to unlink himself with me? Wonderful. Fuck me, I guess.”

Tucker patted the ghost boy on his shoulder and Danny whined.

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whats up my dudes !!! i am bee, i’m 19 & i never fuckin learned how to stop using this exact vine reference in all my intro posts !! i will be playing my Babe andromeda black. but first a lil bit about me b4 i start 2 ramble about andromeda: i’m always a slut for the Aesthetic, i’m a math Nerd aaaand im probably ?? way too in love w fitzwilliam darcy. also i will Always want to plot so if u do too please hmu !! nyways u can find out more abt my daughter andromeda under the cut !!

- ̗̀✰ • 【 XU JIAQI, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER 】 ❝ did you see ANDROMEDA BLACK on the train back to hogwarts ? they’re a PUREBLOOD in their THIRD year as a TWENTY-year-old SLYTHERIN. apparently they’re the RECUSANT around the grounds; most likely because they give off an aura of rain on dark windows, the heavy sweetness of red wine, ink-stained fingers, a tempest barely contained within a girl. of all the social media platforms, they’re definitely most obsessed with their INSTAGRAM; probably because they’re SELF-RELIANT, but also INTROSPECTIVE. however, on the new manifest app in mr. carlos’ english class, they’ve already managed to anonymously steal the username: NIMUE. ❞ ┊ 「 bee, 19, est, she/her. 」

PINTEREST !!

rec·u·sant ( noun. ) a person who refuses to submit to an authority or to comply with a regulation.

aka just a fancy way of saying rebel !

( rain on dark windowpanes, the heavy sweetness of red wine, ink-stained fingers, greyish purple of dawn, cold bones, fastening the clasp of a silver necklace. dark curls escaping from pins, starched white shirts under wool coats, cold coffee dregs and burnt out matches from a guilty cigarette. fog over the scottish moor, the soft tick of a grandfather clock, stars peeking through an overcast sky, the stark echo of a single violin. the pages of a book turning in a library past midnight. holy places long since abandoned, the simmering wildness of a bird caged, and the ancient ache for freedom. a tempest barely contained within a girl. )

PRE-HOGWARTS !!

andromeda & her mother have what u can call a strained relationship. from her moment of birth, druella saw everything andromeda did as an act of rebellion, whether it was a childish question asked in the wrong place at the wrong time, or getting so absorbed in a book she forgot to come down for dinner, or a bit of accidental wandless magic born out of a moment of frustration. every day was a trial against andromeda, with her parents acting as the judge, jury and executioner, & over and over again she was found GUILTY.

andromeda never meant to defy her mother, at first, but no matter how hard she tried to please druella, nothing she ever did was quite good enough. there was always some fault, whether it was a lock of hair tumbling free from its pin, a corset come unlaced, posture ruined from hunching over a book. her wrists were too bony, her lips were too thin, her skin too easily flushed.

[ TW ABUSE ] it didn’t escape andromeda’s notice that every flaw her mother criticized was one druella shared as well, and when she grew older she realized her mother’s dissatisfaction with andromeda was merely a product of her own dissatisfaction with herself. but that didn’t feed her the nights she was denied dinner for her ‘ misbehaviour ’. it didn’t take back the days andromeda went unable to speak thanks to a punitive silencio, and it didn’t grant andromeda’s wish to have a real mother who loved her. [ END TW ]

did druella love her children ? who knows. maybe she did, in her own twisted way. but druella was first and foremost a business woman, and her main trade was her daughters. andromeda grew up listening to endless warnings that her mother would “ never be able to find andromeda a husband if … ” and then came whichever grievance she’d chosen to focus on that day.

it cannot come as a surprise that andromeda learned to live in the shadows, away from her mother’s disapproving glare; that she learned to rely on herself and herself only, that she learned to watch & observe & test the waters, to think before acting. ( of course, druella did not approve of this either, and informed andromeda that no man would want a girl who was so serious all the time. )

her parents often dragged her and her sisters to various pureblood functions, where andromeda stood off to the side in uncomfortably starched dresses, disappearing like smoke any time someone looked like they were heading over to strike up conversation. she would explore the pureblood manors, all silent footsteps & watchful eyes, making observations on how the wizarding world’s elite lived their lives, noting separate beds in the master bedrooms & half-empty whiskey bottles in the washrooms. it seemed like everyone was only looking out for themselves in this world, trying to further their own social status and wealth.

at home, she would escape to the roof with a book, whether it was a history of warlocks or the kind of torrid romance novel druella pretended she didn’t read, dark eyes hardly looking up as the sun sank lower in the sky, fingers blackened with ink by the time she closed her book and descended into the house to face her mother’s wrath that she missed her piano lessons.

is it strange that such a cynical girl could have such a yearning for beautiful things ? or would that merely be a side effect of cynicism, to long for something to thaw a hardened heart ? andromeda loved beautiful things, perhaps a bit too much, but she did not trust them. nothing beautiful was made to last, and if it was, it wasn’t truly beautiful. sunsets faded to darkness, books ended, lovers grew apart. the inherent transience of beauty made andromeda crave it all the more.

HOGWARTS !!

hogwarts was a breath of fresh air for andromeda, the chance to experience life outside her parents’ regime. to her inquisitive, probing nature, an ancient, magical castle full of history & secrets was paradise, let alone all the classes it housed. and the people — andromeda had never seen so many people in her lifetime. hundreds & hundreds of students filled the castle, all with their own thoughts and lives and desires. an introvert by nature, she didn’t interact, merely observed. she made best friends with the library & the constellations, sneaking out of the dorm to sit with her legs dangling over the fifty-foot drop of the astronomy tower, eyes finding her constellation, andromeda, and wondering if her fate was written in the stars too; drunk on the beauty of an untamed scottish night.

the unidentifiable yearning she’d always kept tucked inside a corner of her heart ballooned until she could hardly stand it. it was a yearning to be something more than the perfect pureblood wife her mother was trying to groom her to be, a thirst to prove herself in some way she didn’t even understand yet, and it was this ambition & drive that got her sorted into slytherin.

if druella & cygnus had thought andromeda was unmanageable before hogwarts , when she wasn’t even trying to be, she was downright wild when she returned for winter break in first year. now that she knew life could be better than what she was currently living at home, she buzzed with a restless energy that alarmed her parents. andromeda may have been troublesome before, but this was bordering on dangerous. druella made the decision that andromeda would not be returning to hogwarts. [ ABUSE TW ] this sparked one of the worst fights they’d ever had, and culminated in a rare but unforgiving physical beating. [ END TW ]

eventually druella conceded, and andromeda was allowed to return, but she was much more cautious now. she only made friends who her parents would approve of, she kept her nose clean, and at home, she played the part of the dutiful daughter. there were still small rebellions, though — long curls cut short with a silver flash of the kitchen scissors; a nicked pack of her father’s cigarettes smoked cross-legged on the roof, coughing into her fist so nobody would hear. as she got older, she paired the cigarettes & book with red wine , the finest she dared steal without risk of being caught. this was her escape, her small patch of beauty in an ugly world.

andromeda keeps to herself at hogwarts as much as she can. the only people she spent time with were those her parents approved of, and she didn’t like most of them. she threw herself into her schoolwork instead, easily landing herself a spot among the top students.

but she loves hogwarts, loves it with all her heart, as so many abused children do – it’s a safe haven, a place where she can at least pretend she’s free. she loves learning everything that she can ( in fact, she was very nearly sorted into ravenclaw ). her favourite place to be is the astronomy tower, and she still escapes there whenever she’s feeling a bit too claustrophobic.

she was chosen to be a slytherin prefect for her year and although she thought she wouldn’t like it, she’s grown to enjoy the position. not for the power it gives her over her fellow students, but for the escape it brings. she can associate with people she would normally never talk to, and roam the castle freely past curfew. and andromeda isn’t a naturally nurturing person, but she’s found that she enjoys talking to and helping the younger years. she sees their wonder at hogwarts in their eyes, the same wonder that she felt, and has grown quite protective over quite a few of them.

she’s technically in slug club, due to her prowess in potions and her illustrious family name, although she hardly ever goes – she does not like slughorn at all, nor most of the people he’s selected to be in his little club. other than that, however, andromeda doesn’t make a habit of joining clubs or teams or anything that would involve her being forced to interact with people.

PERSONALITY !!

those who don’t know andromeda might say she’s aloof, proud, detached, all flint eyes & sharp edges. and they wouldn’t be wrong. andromeda’s habit of keeping to the shadows has carried on into her hogwarts years, and as an introvert, her solitary nature can sometimes come off as downright anti-social. she’s naturally pensive, and her pensive face just so happens to look pissed off.

she finds it hard to trust people. she’s so used to a world shaped by selfishness that she rarely meets someone she doesn’t suspect of having ulterior motives. after all , beautiful people, like beautiful things, are temporary. everyone turns ugly sooner or later; everyone’s claws are eventually revealed.

andromeda carries an unmistakable air of wealth that, although entirely unintentional, can rub people the wrong way. she has a taste for the finer things in life — an aged wine, a silken scarf — and sees no reason why she shouldn’t enjoy them. she’s well read & well bred, and has a vocabulary and accent that can seem pretentious to some.

but those who do know andromeda, those precious, precious few, know of her vivacity, her independent streak, her love of learning, her dry humour, the dimples that appear with every mischievous smile. they know the fire she’s kept hidden in her heart for so long, and the proud, apathetic mask she slips on so easily whenever she’s hurting.

MODERNISMS !!

listen as much as i love the idea of andromeda in a modern age, it’s mostly just bc of the wealth of information that’s available to her ? like staying up ages watching random ass videos & falling into a black hole of wikipedia articles & having 12 languages on duolingo and a streak on khan academy. fuckn nerd ass

but social media ? not for this bitch !! i really have Tried to get her to use social media so i can do fun sc threads & such but she wont listen to me smh. u know when u meet someone cute & you’re trying to stalk them online but they either dont have any social media or it’s just like an empty acct with no posts ? shes that bitch. she’ll text people but she hates the like …. publicity of social media. doesnt trust fb at all ( and she shouldnt !! zuck shes onto u ) and probably has a snapchat someone made her get but she consistently replies like 3 days late, breaks streaks, has a snapscore of like 304. what a mess. shes a grandma. understands & enjoys memes but never uses them or references them. if andromeda black references a meme around u then u know she trusts u implicitly

she’s wary but intrigued by this new english class. she dreads to think of the reaction it’s getting from pureblood families like hers, but she recognizes this for what it is: an escape. an opportunity.

she chose her username nimue after the famed lady of the lake from the stories of king arthur and the round table. she’d loved those stories as a child, and was especially drawn to the mysterious witch, half-good and half-bad, who trapped the kingdom’s most powerful wizard inside a tree to gain her independence, who gifted the king with his famed sword, who was there when the great golden age of the kingdom rose and who was there when it fell.

OTHER !!

gender / sexuality: cis female / bisexual

birthday / zodiac: jan 11 / capricorn

mbti: intj

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

temperament: melancholic

patronus: raven

amortentia: dried ink, pine, petrichor, dark chocolate

that was ??? ridic long so bless u if you read all of that mess. im Too Lazy to list wanted connections rn, maybe i’ll do that later who knows. but anyways pls plot w me & let me love u down

#mhq:intros #( *｡✧ 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑙 ┇ OOC . )

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felix culpa, one.

pairing: namjoon x reader word count: 3.1k content: mafia!au, angst

prologue, one, two

“So… He is a teacher?” Seokjin asked while going through the file his partner got him once again as they waited for any sign of Kim Namjoon leaving the building.

“Professor.” Hoseok corrected, his eyes attentive to any movement on the main entrance.

The eldest just nodded and kept reading to collect data. He didn’t know much about that case and needed to keep up with his partner - an expert on whatever was related to you - if he wanted to do a good job.

But still, it didn’t make sense to him that you had such a loving and healthy relationship for almost ten years with the man they were after in order to make you talk. For all he had learned about enders - the most common word for mafia’s assassins -, every single move they made in life was highly planned in order to take advantage of it or survive through it and, so far, he hadn’t seen anything special about Namjoon for him to be so precious to you.

He was a chess lover mathematician with a passion for literature; had a stable job, travelled as much as he could and had quite a nice, enviable lifestyle - and had no connection to the world you were a part of. Professor Kim didn’t have any military relationships for you to take advantage of, not even from the times of his service. He also had no relation to any government program aside from social and recycling ones and was most definitely not related to any illegal organizations.

In a few words, he was nothing but an ordinary man.

Then why him? If you didn’t marry any of your mafia fellows nor a military to spy on, then why did you marry Kim Namjoon?

This question kept clouding his mind. Maybe because it was obvious that you were still so in love with him even a year after the divorce papers were signed. You weren’t over your relationship with him just yet and it also added to that main question that took care of Seokjin’s head.

But he wouldn’t get the answer just yet since Taehyung started to tap his shoulders frenetically at the sign of their target, getting to shower himself with his snacks just like a child in the act.

“He’s out and in sight, boss.” the young officer announced a pitch higher than his usual tone as he still chewed a bit of his cheeseburger.

“Let’s go get him, then.” Hoseok voiced, finally leaving the car with the pair right behind him.

From the moment Namjoon saw the trio walking over him on the university campus, he knew it had something to do with you - you had done something and they came for him to try to get information or Detective Jung just had a brand new questionnaire for him; either way, he knew he’d be answering something.

It was one of the few moments where the thought of you made him bitter. Usually, he’d just stick up to the promise he made you and would only remember the good times - the ones where he had no idea of what you actually did for a living.

At least they learned to wait for the end of the classes, he chuckled to himself as the policemen approached him.

“Professor.” as usual, Hoseok was the first to speak, greeting Namjoon with a respectful nod.

“Detective. Officer.” Namjoon mimicked his tone and actions, turning to Taehyung on the next second before staring at the only unknown of them.

“This is my partner, Detective Kim Seokjin.” politely, the professor also greeted the eldest before turning his gaze to the one he was most familiar with.

“Can’t say I was expecting to repeat myself, but since it seems necessary…” Namjoon smirked with his eyes glued to Hoseok’s. “I honestly think there’s nothing else I can do to help the invest-”

“We have her.” Detective Jung cut him off, getting wide eyes in response as he took a deep breath before proceeding. “And she wants to see you.”

“What?” his voice sounded louder than the usual, even shaking a bit.

“I said they just brought the professor in.” the boy on the other side of the line said as calm as he could. “It was a personal request of hers and now both of them are in here, what do I do?”

“What do you think you should do?” Yoongi spat back. “Bring me the fucking nerd!”

He didn’t even wait for a reply, throwing the phone against the cushions before letting out a deep, loud amount of curses. You were bringing him much more trouble than he expected and the fact that everyone under his word now seemed complete retards compared to you made it even worse.

“The nerd?” a soft and chuckly voice crossed Yoongi’s office until it reached him, making him lift his gaze to find one of the most trustworthy figures approaching him. “Are you seriously bringing him in?”

“What do you think, Jimin?” he asked back, not refraining his anger. The youngster, on the other hand, simply smiled.

“I think that’s a plan that might work.” Jimin shrugged. “If you know how to execute it…”

The moment you heard the commotion outside your cell, you knew they had found him. A deep sigh left your mouth in relief. For a moment you thought they wouldn’t make it, that there was a chance of it being too late but now you were sure Yoongi hadn’t turned his threats true just yet.

“Boo Y/N.” the young recruit guarding your cell called you out, making you smile sheepishly at him.

“Jeon Jungkook.” you greeted friendly, standing in front of him and lifting your arms so he could handcuff you and lead you to the interrogation room.

The smile started to fade just a few feet away from the place you supposed to meet your ex husband. And how you hated that term. You refuse to believe that, unto the law, he was worth nothing but that ridiculous title for you when, in fact, he still meant the world to you.

A familiar face awaited for you in front of the room and you couldn’t hold back a smile. Last time you had seen Kim Taehyung he was nothing but a coffee-boy-kind-of-officer. Hoseok was too stressed out about losing you again to take him seriously and it was nice to see that he was a few steps higher. He was a nice kid, he deserved this.

“Mrs Kim.” he half bowed as you were finally in front of him and you just nodded back. “Let me know if you need a glass of water.” Taehyung said while opening the door for you and you could feel the honesty in his voice, being thankful for the heads up. It was not like you didn’t know it wouldn’t be easy, but the reminder was pretty welcomed.

Once you saw him, your brain had to recall your body about how the whole breathing thing worked at the same time your heart needed a reminder to slow down its pace. Namjoon was as peaceful as ever and you knew by his clothes that he had been dragged all the way from the university to the police station. A shiver crossed your spine the moment your eyes found each other, reminding you of how much you missed to have his gaze on you. But it only lasted for a second before he turned away to the couple guards scorting you.

“This won’t be necessary.” his serious, deep tone brought you one step closer to home, whatever it was. Your eyes never left Namjoon so you couldn’t see the confusion on Jungkook’s face, staring at the highest authority in the room.

“Release her.” Taehyung said simply and soon the guard did as he was told. “Now clear the room.” once again, confusion filled the brown eyes that searched for Officer Kim’s answer that didn’t seem willing to repeat himself.

A sigh left his mouth the moment the two of you were alone - as much as a camera and a few pairs of eyes could allow you to. There was a different atmosphere now, a not so peaceful one, making questions rise out of nowhere inside of you. When Namjoon locked his eyes on you again, you panicked. There was no sign of the love you once found there and it scared the hell out of you.

“Take a seat.” he was putting some effort to keep that tone with you and it broke you down than you could actually understand. Was it that difficult to be sweet with you? “How are you?” Namjoon had his eyes on you, it was true, but the way he avoided your stare… You never learned how to mask that kind of pain and it was pretty obvious in your lack of reaction. “You asked to see me.” he spoke when your silence became too long for him to take. In response, you nodded frenetically.

“Yes, I did, I…” shaking your head, you tried to recompose yourself, finally staring at him. “How are you, Namjoon? How’s life going?” it was as weird for you to speak to him like as it was for him to hear. In your lifetime, it was the second time you called him like that to his face and it clearly took him by surprise. The first one was when you met.

“I-I’m good.” he did his best to keep his character. “Nothing much has changed since… You know.”

“I see… Still living on take out, I suppose.”

“Yea, I guess you can say so.”

“And err…” you gulped, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on his while a lump formed in your throat. “Have you found someone?”

You had your answer in less than a second:

His eyes turned into a thin line while looking for something on the floor as his eyebrows knitted together, his bottom lip automatically shaking a bit as his hands grabbed on the edges of his chair. You weren’t supposed to find that out.

Damn, that glass of water was needed.

Breathing deeply, you tried to categorize that pain as one you were familiar with. A stab on your torso seemed enough so you put your chin up and decided to act as if you have actually been stabbed by some rival.

“Why do you want me here?” he finally managed to ask, his eyes fixed at some point of the wall behind you.

“I defied Yoongi and now he wants me dead.” the change in your tone and posture was drastic to the point of Namjoon not recognizing you. This time, the was the one in pain. You turned your business mode on and with that one, he had no idea how to deal with. “But, obviously, he can’t just put a bullet in my head.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes until they found the camera, letting every word roll out of your tongue in a way that would leave no doubt in that room nor in the one Hoseok was watching them from. “He needs to put it where it hurts the most.”

“In me…” Namjoon concluded in a whisper and you smiled before turning back to face him, swearing you could hear your favorite detective cursing from afar, acknowledging all that went through your mind. “You planned this.” it almost felt like an accusation as it left his mouth, his eyes blazing at yours. It had you thinking if that’s what you had become after all, Namjoon and you, but not for a second made you tear down your walls.

“You’re welcome.” you said coldly before standing up, your eyes and feet wandering around the room. “Hate to admit but Detective Jung is good at protecting people. Better than me at least.” the last part came out with a chuckle. He tried to ask you something but you ignored him to the point you couldn’t even understand his question. “He’s kinda nuts and gives you the nerves, but you’ll be safe as long as you’re with h-”

“Y/N!” he called out a bit louder, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face him. “What are you going to do?”

His eyes weren’t on fire anymore, they had something else you had seen before.

It was fear.

He feared for you.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.” you simply said, hearing the bitter chuckle fill the room on the next second.

“Of course, I forgot that’s how you deal with things.” his sharp words flew all the way to hit you, but you had been there before. “You kill peop-”

“If that means you’ll keep breathing and living your perfect life then yes, I do.” your voice didn’t fail you once and it was a huge achievement since your throat decided to play you again, so you turned away in order for him to not notice it.

“Stop and think for a minute, Y/N.” Namjoon tried to control his intonation again, making it sweeter. “You turned yourself in, let these guys handle this.” his hand flipped on air as he referred to the police. “Let them help, let them protect you…” you shook your head avidly.

“I’m not the one who needs protection, Joon, you are.” you swore to yourself that was the last time you’d stare at him for the amount of pain it was causing you. You simply couldn’t take it. “I know how to deal with Yoongi and now that you’re taken care of, I need to solve this on my own.” you took a deep breath as your heart bust in another race, not really ready for the question that was about to jump out of your mouth. “Are you happy?” after this, you weren’t the only one out of breath.

“What?” he gasped, his eyes locked on yours.

“With her. Are you happy?” keeping yourself conscious to wait for his answer would be a simple task if your lungs weren’t on fire. You didn’t want to hear that nor did he seem willing to answer, but you needed to know. “It’s a simple question, Joon, just answer it. Does she make you happy?”

“Yes!” Namjoon answered on the same urgent, tired tone you used a few seconds ago. Breathing became harder for you. “I mean, I guess, I don’t know?” his whole face frowned in confusion as he tried to understand your point. “I can’t see where you want to get with all this, Y/N-ah…” he whined and unconsciously, you stepped back and closer to the only way out.

“You have to live enough to find that out, then.” you answered as emotionless as you could, a bitter and painful smile gracing your lips for less than a second. “I think it’s our turn to talk, Hoseok-ah.” you spoke a little louder and it didn’t take two seconds for the door to open, revealing Taehyung and his apologetic eyes. “That thing we talked before… I might need it.” you tried to sound playful and the officer simply nodded as Namjoon finally paced in front of you, giving you one last glance before leaving the room. “Please, keep him safe.” you pleaded in a whisper and once again, Officer Kim nodded towards you.

“We will. Don’t worry.” he assured you before closing the door.

Once they were gone, you let yourself lean back on the wall, your head falling back against it too until a thud could be heard. You found it hard to solve your breathing problem with just a couple of deep sighs and that was just another example of how much power Namjoon had over you. The thought of him with another woman, holding her in his arms, caring for her, loving her was too much for you to handle.

The door opened up again, slightly, and you stole a glance of Detective Jung before he entered. His eyes glassed the same feelings you found in Taehyung’s just a few moments ago and it made you have an idea of how wrecked you were. There was something else too and that, you couldn’t stand.

“Pity me again and I swear to God, I’ll break your neck.” you shot, watching him shake his head before a grin showed up on his lips.

“That’s not your style.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement but you were grateful. He’d keep Namjoon safe and was even trying to make you feel better. What a world you were living on!

“Let’s make it quick.” you huffed before throwing dragging yourself back to the chair you occupied not long ago.

“Of course, I can’t wait to tell you just in how many ways your plan is meant to fail.” his eyebrows were up when he took a seat in front of you, seriousness written all over his face.

“As if it would change anything…” you scoffed and his eyes sharpened at you. Detective Jung as you knew and hated was back - and you were glad to see him.

“I guess you’re not going to tell me how you’re planning to break out of the best police station in the city…” you cocked an eyebrow, the edge of your lips along with it as you leaned back on the chair.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s way more fun when you figure that out yourself.”

“We can help, Y/N. If you speak the right words, we can hel-”

“You’re helping already.” you cut him off, coldly. “By keeping Namjoon safe and I’m grateful for that.” you pointed out. “Now all there is left for me to do is to deal with that bastard and get the hell back in here.”

Hoseok was ready to shoot another sequence of words towards you when the last part of your statement left your mouth. It was unlike you. You had escaped every single time and you were quite good at it, which was the main reason for him to hate you. You would live up to your word and kill Min Yoongi but what was that speech of coming back?

“I have to pay for my sins, don’t I?” you answered his silent question with a chuckle.

What are you up to?, Hoseok thought as he tried to analyze you.

Silent fell between you and tension rose but it became a secondary thing as a couple shots were heard before the lights went down. You didn’t need a full second to realize what was happening.

“What the f-” you didn’t even let him finish his thoughts:

“Yoongi.”

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2017 Arkansas Times Craft Beer Festival preview

Dozens of breweries, hundreds of beers, food, music and more.

Beer lovers, rejoice. The party of the year is just around the corner. The Arkansas Times Craft Beer Festival returns to the Argenta Plaza (Sixth and Main streets in North Little Rock) on Friday, Oct. 27. The festival, which benefits the Argenta Arts District, has sold out in the past, so you'd be wise to pause reading this and go to centralarkansastickets.com and buy your tickets in advance ($35, $40 at the door). The festival will serve up samples of more than 200 beers from more than 50 local, regional and national breweries.

There will also be eats, included in the ticket price, from a dozen restaurants: Cregeen's, Arkansas Ale House, Old Chicago Pizza (North Little Rock and Conway), Skinny J's, Doe's Eat Place, Damgoode Pies, Vino's, Flyway Brewing, Southern Table, Burger 21, Santo Coyote and Whole Hog NLR. Plus, sponsor Edwards Food Giant, aka "the meat people," will be grilling up bratwursts. Bluegrass bands The Creek Rocks and Beste & Clarke will perform.

The event runs from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m., rain or shine. Read on for a preview of the participating breweries and what they'll be pouring.

ARKANSAS BREWERIES

BIKE RACK BREWING CO. Local beer nerds are sure to be swarming to this tent to sample what star Arkansas brewer Josiah Moody has been doing at Bike Rack since he joined the Bentonville brewery in February. The former Vino's and Damgoode Pies brewer, who also has his own Moody Brews label, came to Bike Rack amid a massive expansion in May that included a new brewery and taproom in a former Tyson plant at 801 S.E. Eighth St. The new brewery allows Moody and Co. to produce in a day what the setup in the original — and still open — location along the Razorback Regional Greenway allowed them to make in a month. Bike Rack will be pouring its Epic Trail Amber Ale, Slaughter Pen IPA and Urban Trail Golden Ale at the festival.

BLUE CANOE Come by the Blue Canoe table for some brew and to hear about the Little Rock beer maker's massive expansion plans. Before October is out, the nearly 3-year-old brewery plans to move its home base to 1637 E. 15th St., a 20,000-square-foot building that used to house the old PC Hardware. The Blue Canoe taproom at 425 E. Third St. will remain open. Blue Canoe East will have pool, shuffleboard and foosball tables, video games, Baggo, horseshoes and darts. Get more details while you sample Blue Canoe's Razorback Rye, Whoo Brew and more.

BUFFALO BREWING CO. The Water Buffalo sells supplies to hobby brewers and winemakers, gardeners, cheese makers and soda makers. Last year, owner Nolen Buffalo (real name) opened Buffalo Brewing Co., a microbrewery and taproom in the back of the store. There you can find beer from local breweries, expert home brewers and Buffalo Brewing Co. Much of what the fledgling brewery will be serving remained to be determined at press time, but you can count on finding the popular Luau Pineapple Wheat.

CORE BREWING CO. The Springdale brewery's novel expansion plan has been to put English-style public houses, often with beer and little else on the menu, throughout Arkansas just about as prolifically as Starbucks. They're in Bentonville, Fayetteville, Fort Smith, Springdale and North Little Rock (and there might be more; it's hard to keep track). For the craft beer festival, head brewer and owner Jesse Core is sending Behemoth Pilsner, Hazelnut Brown, Toasted Coconut Brown and more.

DAMGOODE BREWING Damgoode's mini empire — with three pizzerias in Little Rock and one in Fayetteville — got into the beer business in 2015, when it moved into the former home of Boscos Restaurant & Brewing Co. in the River Market district. Check it out at the festival to get a sample of Ready, Set, Gose, a German citrus saltwater sour beer; Red Ribbon Golden Ale; Arkansas Amber; and Arktoberfest, a German lager.

DIAMOND BEAR Arkansas's first production brewery — founded 17 years ago — has embraced one of the trends sweeping through the industry: It's now canning four of its six year-round brews — Pale Ale, Presidential IPA, Southern Blonde and Strawberry Blonde. Meanwhile, the brewery continues to roll out its Hibernation Series of barrel-aged beers. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to get a taste at the fest. Guaranteed to be there are the IPA, Pale Ale, Rocktoberfest, Southern Blonde, Strawberry Blonde and Two Term.

FLYWAY BREWING Can we all agree that many, maybe even most, beer names are bad? In that spirit, North Little Rock's Flyway Brewing deserves extra credit for a cohesive name scheme. Its name is inspired by the Mississippi Flyway, the migration route that takes birds over Arkansas to and from Canada and the Gulf of Mexico, and accordingly all of its year-round beers have migration-themed names: Bluewing Blueberry Wheat, Early Bird IPA, Free Range Brown Ale, Migrate Pale Ale and Shadowhands Stout. At the fest, the brewery will be pouring all those beers, along with its Coffee Cake Stout and Magdalene Tripel.

LOST FORTY BREWING After four expansions since opening in late 2014, Arkansas's largest brewery by volume expects to produce 15,000 barrels of beer by the end of the year. We expect the expansions will continue. The Lost Forty taproom is constantly packed; the beer is prominently displayed in retail stores everywhere. The experts have given the brewery acclaim, too. In October, the judges at the Great American Beer Festival, the largest commercial beer competition in the world, awarded Lost Forty's new-this-year Logger Rita Vienna Lager a silver medal in the Vienna lager category. It's the first GABF medal for an Arkansas brewery since 2008. Lost Forty didn't know what it would be pouring at the festival at press time, but considering it's holding a big launch party for its barrel-aged Nighty Night Imperial Stout on Oct. 21, here's hoping there'll be some left over.

OZARK BEER CO. After moving its brewing operation late last year from the outskirts of Rogers to a historic building on the square (109 N. Arkansas), Ozark Beer Co. has kept growing in 2017. This summer, it began canning its Ozark IPA and distributing it — along with cans of American Pale Ale, Belgian Golden and Cream Stout — throughout Northwest and Central Arkansas. The brewery also collaborated with Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art on 61 Eyes California Pale Ale, a beer inspired by a recipe Crystal Bridges found among famed architect, inventor and thinker Buckminster Fuller's papers. The beer uses Citra hops that have been cryogenically frozen on the vine, which makes them much more potent than the dry hops brewers typically use. It's a process that could revolutionize brewing, Marty Shutter, director of marketing at Ozark, said. If you know the secret handshake, Shutter might let you try some 61 Eyes and maybe, just maybe, a sip of the much-coveted Bourbon Double Cream Stout (or BDCS), a 10.1 alcohol-by-volume cream stout that ages over the winter in bourbon barrels. The American Pale Ale, Belgian Golden, Cream Stout and IPA will be in full supply.

REBEL KETTLE BREWING CO. Rebel Kettle has a lot going for it: a brew-crew led by brewer and part owner John Lee that's terrifically talented and boldly experimental, a menu of delicious Cajun-flavored pub grub and an outdoor stage and spot to play cornhole and enjoy the weather. Stop by the Rebel Kettle table and hear about the brewery's grand ambitions to keep growing, and sample Delorean Dynamite, a Berliner Weisse-style sour; Don't Fear the Reaper; Nightmare on "C-Street" Black IPA; REDRUMPUM Imperial Pumpkin Amber Ale; and Show 'Em Your O'Fest Oktoberfest Märzen.

STONE'S THROW BREWING Little Rock's favorite neighborhood brewpub was at the vanguard of the craft brewery explosion in Arkansas when it opened in 2013. It's grown since — adding in 2015 a biergarten with six large picnic tables out in front and an annex for added seating inside — but it's still cozy, a perfect spot for a happy hour pint or a night of Arkansas trivia. Stone's Throw will be pouring Kavanaugh Kristalweiss, Cran-Apple Cider, Shamus Stout and Amer Belge Belgian IPA.

SUPERIOR BATHHOUSE BREWERY The first brewery to open in a national park and perhaps the only brewery in the world to use hot spring-fed water to make beer, Superior has become one of downtown Hot Springs' must-visit attractions. With massive windows across the front and a large front porch, it's an ideal spot to people-watch the tourists parading down Bathhouse Row. Open with tasty food and beer from other beer makers since 2013, brewer/owner Rose Schweikhart couldn't begin brewing her own beer until 2015 because of the lengthy federal permitting process. Come see why it was worth the wait and see if her beer cures what ails you. It will include the DeSoto Golden Stout, Fouke-ness Monster and Udder Chaos IPA at the fest.

VINO'S The state's oldest continually operating brewery, Vino's continues to brew reliably delicious beer. Is there a more refreshingly delicious pale ale in Arkansas than Vino's Firehouse Pale? Owner Henry Lee has kept the winning formula largely the same for 27 years: pizza and calzones, beer and live music. We couldn't get info on what Vino's plans to pour at the fest by press time.

REGIONAL

ABITA BREWING CO. Abita's brews are made with unfiltered, untreated water from an artesian well in the piney woods of Abita Springs, La., just 30 miles north of the Big Easy. Rigorous environmental preservation standards and a tradition of donating to causes like disaster recovery make it clear that care — both for the Earth and for fellow man — is fundamental to the company's ethos. Taste two of Abita's year-round brews, Andygator and Purple Haze, or try a limited release or seasonal beer, like the Peach Lager, from the Harvest series.

ANTHEM BREWING CO. The brewers at Oklahoma City's Anthem Brewing Co. are passionate about bringing joy to people's lives via their taste buds. They see their menu of distinctive brews that intermingle the flavors of the Old World with the New as their own anthem to the world. Check out their OK Pils, Arjuna Witbier, Uroboros Stout, Golden One Belgian-style blonde ale, and the Anthem IPA; they're confident they'll have you singing.

BOULEVARD BREWING CO. Boulevard Brewing Co. is a household name, with 600,000 barrels rolling out each year. Among the fresh and distinctively flavored products available at the festival will be Tank 7 Farmhouse Ale — a grapefruit-forward ale with a peppery, dry finish — and three examples of the brewery's Rye-on-Rye series, the creation of which begins with a rich, tawny rye ale that is then mellowed in the warmth of charred oak rye whiskey casks: Rye-on-Rye 2016, Rye-on-Rye Classic Sazerac and Rye on Rye on Rye, which is aged twice.

COOP ALE WORKS Hailing from Oklahoma City, COOP Ale Works once again brings a lineup that packs a major flavor punch. COOP calls its F5 IPA "a belligerent hop reckoning"; it has a straightforward malt body to ground the citrus, grapefruit and pine notes produced by the unique hop amalgam. Native Amber offers a nuanced malt with an energetic dry-hopped finish. A spin on the year-round DNR, the limited release Cask-it Series Rye Barrel Aged DNR has undergone the aging process to further enrich the character of the Belgian-style dark ale, ripening it into a bouquet of aromas. Spare Rib pale ale is back again, with its late-hopped flavor and mild finish.

DESTIHL BREWERY Destihl Brewery knows how to follow a curious hunch and end up with a distinctive and flavorful new product — lots of them. With a beer list as long as it has, its narrowing down what brews to bring to the fest must have been a tough task. What made the cut? Synchopathic Apricot and Here Gose Nothin', both from the Wild Sour series; Weissenheimer, a south-German style hefeweizen; and a specialty bomber to be determined.

GHOST RIVER BREWING CO. Memphis brewery Ghost River Brewing takes its name from a section of the Wolf River that's about 50 miles east of the city, where the river widens into a large, still opening; the surface looks placid, but a powerful current cuts a channel beneath — the Ghost River. In the same way, this brewery's attention to detail and its vigilance in creating a consistent product are unseen forces for the many who enjoy the brews. Available to taste will be the Riverbank Red, Ghost River Gold, Grindhouse Cream Ale and the 1887 IPA.

GOLDCREST BREWING CO. In 2015 a beer was reintroduced to the world when Little Rock resident Kenn Flemmons recovered the recipe for "The Original Memphis Beer," Goldcrest 51, which hadn't been produced since 1954, when the Tennessee Brewing Co. closed. The 51 will make an appearance at the festival, of course, and so will the Goldcrest Premium Bock. Don't miss the chance to have a taste of Memphis history.

GREAT RAFT BREWING Shreveport's Great Raft Brewing prides itself on creating "real" and unpretentious beers that play well with the spicy and bold culinary culture of the South. It'll be pouring Southern Drawl Pilsner, a mild, traditional session lager; Commotion Pale Ale, a hop-forward, slightly sweet pale with a pleasant finish; Reasonably Corrupt Black Lager, a black lager with dark malt sweetness; Buffalo Trace Barrel-aged Creature of Habit, a coffee brown aged in Bourbon barrels; and the Grace and Grit IPA, which has tropical aromas and bitterness balanced by honey malt.

INDEPENDENCE BREWING CO. Austin's own Independence Brewing Co. presents a lineup of its indie-spirited, smooth, full-flavored brews — just in time to celebrate its 13th anniversary. Stash IPA, which the brewers describe as a "dank, resinous hop trip," is a perfect storm of four types of hops: Nugget, Columbus, Galaxy and Summit. Power + Light is an American Pale that is crisp and lingers, with a hint of grapefruit. Austin Amber's toasted malt flavor and smooth finish are a match made in heaven with rich, heavy, comfort foods. Liberty Lunch takes the IPA a different direction from Stash; it's a tropical breeze of an IPA. And the Redbud Berliner Weisse will be a favorite among sour beer fans, with its lemon-tart effervescence.

LAZY MAGNOLIA Lazy Magnolia is Mississippi's first packaging brewery since prohibition was enacted in 1907. This year, it'll be pouring at least one beer, its signature brew: Southern Pecan. The brewers claim that it's the first beer in the world to be made with whole, roasted pecans. Full of unique character but easy-drinking, its recipe had to be perfected to accommodate nut oil without losing any of the flavor.

MOTHER'S BREWING CO. Mother's Brewing Co. is, in the brewers' own words, "Springfield's bottoms-upping, five-slapping, wise-cracking, keg-tapping team of craft beer lovers hell-bent on brewing and sharing the love." In that spirit, it'll be pouring two of its brews at the festival this year: Uncanny, an American pale ale with an intense hop character, and Oktoberfest, a Märzen lager.

PINEY RIVER BREWING CO. Ozark homebrewers-turned-pros Joleen and Brian Durham are the hearts and minds behind Piney River Brewing Co. From their 80-acre farm, brewery and taproom "BARn" in Bucyrus, Mo., they are bringing a few of their best-loved brews for all to taste. Float Trip is a blonde ale that took home the gold in the "Best American Wheat Beer" category of the 2017 U.S. Open Beer Championship. Black Walnut Wheat is an American-style wheat with the aroma and finish of black walnuts, and at the 2017 Open it won silver in the "American Wheat Dark" category. Hopheads will want to head straight for the Missouri Mule IPA, and River Access lager will satisfy others who want an easy-drinking beer.

PRAIRIE ARTISAN ALES Playful and eccentric brews are the order of the day, every day, at Prairie Artisan Ales in Krebs, Okla., and they're bringing the fun to the festival this year with an adventurous beer list. Apricot Funk is a sour ale aged on apricots that achieves just the right tartness level; Birthday Bomb! is a new iteration of the brewery's popular Prairie Bomb! (a beer that some might categorize closer to dessert than beverage); Flare is a gose ale brewed with orange and coriander; Twist is a saison farmhouse ale; and Vape Tricks — a tongue-in-cheek critique of vaping culture — is a kettle-soured ale conditioned on cherries for "around a month."

SAINT LOUIS BREWERY (SCHLAFLY BEER) As the largest locally owned, independent brewery in Missouri, the Saint Louis Brewery is better known for the name of its flagship beers, Schlafly. It's been a cornerstone of the brand to focus locally — within a 300-mile radius — and, lucky for us, Arkansas fits in that area. Served up at the Schlafly tent will be the Pumpkin Ale — perfect for this season — which tastes like a slice of pumpkin pie; Kölsch, a golden ale that's available year-round; and the White Lager, which was originally a seasonal offering but satisfied so many that it has been upgraded to full-time status.

SHINER BEER This family of Texas beers is iconic for the state, and since Shiner Beer got its start in 1909 every drop has been brewed in a small-town brewery with 6 million cases in distribution nationwide. Shiner Bock is the MVP, an American-style dark lager, but also on the tasting table will be Shiner Light; Shiner Cheer, a holiday dunkelweizen brewed with Texas peaches and roasted pecans; and Shiner Golden Ale, a light-bodied ale dry-hopped with Mosaic hops, giving it its tropical notes.

SWEETWATER BREWING CO. Surely you've been seeing SweetWater Brewing Co. everywhere since its distribution expanded, but if you haven't yet had an opportunity to taste the Atlanta brews, the festival is your chance. Triple Tail is a seasonal offering that approaches the IPA from a tropical perspective; Goin' Coastal takes a slightly different tack, as an IPA that packs a pineapple punch; Hop Hash Easy IPA is the IPA lover's IPA — fruit forward and with what the brewers call a "one-of-a-kind chewy, gooey, resiny mouthfeel"; and Blue is a blueberry wheat that is subtle and fresh.

TIN ROOF BREWING CO. Baton Rouge's Tin Roof Brewing Co. has a similar origin story to so many of the South's exceptional breweries: None of the beer close to home satisfied the owners' tastes, so they made their own. Tin Roof will be pouring two favorites from the beer list: Voodoo Pale Ale, a thicker and hoppier-than-typical pale ale, and Juke Joint IPA.

WISEACRE BREWING CO. Memphis is home to Wiseacre Brewing Co., which will be represented by five of its brews. Named with the Sanskrit word for "bliss," Ananda IPA is dry hopped and juicy, delivering on the high hopes the name inspires. Tiny Bomb American pilsner is made with German and American pilsner malt and inundated with 50 pounds of local wildflower honey, delivering a sweet clover finish. Adjective Animal (i.e. "Grumpy Giraffe, Funny Ferret, Sophisticated Owl, Ostentatious Ocelot, Cantankerous Coatimundi ... you know the drill.") is as hop-forward as they come. Oktoberfest is a traditional Märzen — smooth, clean and malty.

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ALPINE BEER CO. Hoppiness equals happiness at Alpine Beer Co., a small-town brewery tucked into the foothills of the mountains just outside of San Diego. It'll be represented by Windows Up, an American IPA chock-full of Citra and Mosaic hops.

BALLAST POINT BREWING CO. The story of Ballast Point Brewing Co. begins in 1996 as a local San Diego beer making hobby shop called Home Brew Mart, where building a brewery out back set two friends' dreams in motion. Since then, the brand has seen unchecked growth, expanding into larger, newer facilities, though the original Home Brew Mart still stands and serves as a tasting room for Ballast Point beers. At the festival, Ballast Point will serve three IPAs, a blonde and a sea monster (no, this isn't a "walk into a bar" joke). In the tradition of West Coast IPAs, Fathom IPA is easy-drinking with enough depth — orange and pine notes — to leave an impression. Ballast Point's Sculpin IPA is what the brewery recognizes as its "trophy beer," an award winner that's hopped at five separate stages with lots of fruit and a serious sting. Take that recipe and twist it with grapefruit, and you get Grapefruit Sculpin IPA. Bonito Blonde is a tribute to the ever-gorgeous and sunny San Diego weather. And that Sea Monster? It's an imperial stout that reaches into the darkest depths of a traditional oatmeal stout.

BALL'S BREWERY Eccentricity and authenticity have been at the root of Bell's Brewery right from the start. Selling beer in Michigan since 1985, Bell's Amber Ale is the backbone of the brand — toasted sugar and malt balances with herbal and citrus hop aromas, all with a crisp, bitter finish. Two-Hearted is a smooth and easy IPA with pine and grapefruit notes. Before you taste the two signature stouts, Kalamazoo and Cherry, try the robust Porter to bridge the gap.

BRECKENRIDGE BREWERY Skiing isn't the only game in town in Breckenridge, Colo.; there's plenty of drinking to be done, too. Though the production capacity of the original brewery has long since been outstripped by demand, the beer is still served there, at altitude. The newest Breckenridge facility, purchased in 2015, is a 12-acre, "farm-inspired campus" in Littleton. Not only is this the site of the 100-barrel brewhouse; it's a public attraction, complete with restaurants, bocce ball courts, wraparound porches and a majestic view of the Rockies. Creating a leisure paradise for beer lovers proves the brand's focus on customer experience. At the festival, the brewery will be pouring Vanilla Porter, Nitro Vanilla Porter — the addition of nitrogen creates a more velvety mouth feel — and Mango Mosaic Pale Ale.

CALDERA BREWING CO. Though canning — rather than bottling — is now commonplace among craft breweries, Caldera has been micro-canning since 2005, making it the first craft brewery on the West Coast to brew and can its own beer. More important than the can, however, is what's inside. Caldera will pour Lawnmower Lager for drinkers who like it nice and easy; IPA, for those who don't mind a little hop aggression; and Mogli, a chocolate, bourbon, oak-aged Imperial Porter, the creation of which was inspired by the loss of one of man's best friends.

CARSON'S BREWERY Carson's Brewery, in Indiana, speaks craft beer in an entirely different language and appeals to a different drinker. Taste the award-winning beers it will have on offer, and find out if you like your beer with a sharper edge. Git-R-Done cream ale — a beer honoring Larry the Cable Guy — will be served, as will Brown Cow brown ale and its richer partner in crime, Vanilla Brown Cow. Red Dawn amber wheat, Demonik Double IPA — the bitter finish of which the brewer describes as "sarcophagy" — and Ripa, a red IPA, round out the list.

CASCADE BREWING This Portland, Ore., outfit is leading the charge in the "sour beer revolution." Cascade will be serving the same four ultra-premium, oak barrel-aged, lactic-fermented Northwest sour ales that it presented at last year's festival: Apricot, Blueberry, Kriek (aged with cherries) and Strawberry, which is also aged with vanilla beans.

CLOWN SHOES BEER The unpretentious vision of Clown Shoes Beer is to be "free and a little crazy." What that translates to in the beer is an ethic of play and creativity, recovering styles of beer that had fallen from favor or had stagnated. The brewery is bringing some prime examples, like Undead Party Crasher, an American imperial stout; Mango, an American Kolsch dry-hopped with Huell Melon Hops and flavored with natural mango; and Chocolate Sombrero, a Mexican-style chocolate stout.

ELYSIAN BREWING Elysian Brewing operates four restaurants and a full-production brewery in Seattle. With that much territory, this is a beer maker with some crowds to please; thus its reputation for creating brews that are classics, as well as more experimental ones. The brew it's selected to share at the festival is called Space Dust; it's an IPA, with what the brewers call "pure starglow energy," with Chinook hops added first, to bitter the beer, and later additions of dry Citra and Amarillo.

FOUNDERS BREWING CO. Founders Brewing Co. attributes its success — six World Beer Cup medals, four European Beer Star medals and three Great American Beer Festival medals — to its refusal to play to the middle and try to please the masses. The brewery's passion is making beer for people who have a passion for beer: people like them. Try the All Day IPA, the Dirty Bastard and the Porter from the year-round selection, or take Mosaic Promise for a spin, an elegant golden ale showcasing only two ingredients: Mosaic hops and Golden Promise malt. If you're a coffee lover, the Breakfast Stout specialty beer will get you going; it's brewed with flaked oats, bitter and imported chocolates, and two types of coffee.

GOOSE ISLAND Since 2011, Goose Island has been owned by Anheuser-Busch InBev, yet it has never wavered in product quality or innovation. It still earns the respect it garnered among craft beer drinkers. The tasting list is enticing and runs the gamut of taste profiles. 312 Urban Wheat and Goode IPA will be poured alongside vintage ales Lolita, Halia, Sofie and Gillian. Bourbon County Stout poses a striking contrast and will have people lined up.

GREEN FLASH BREWING CO. San Diego mainstay Green Flash Brewing Co. approaches beer making and business with the same ingenuity — from partnerships with other breweries (like Alpine Beer Co., see above) to pushing the boundaries of barrel-aging and bottle-conditioning. At the festival, it's serving up West Coast IPA, a double IPA; Soul Style, a bright and tropical IPA; Passion Fruit Kicker, wheat ale with passion fruit; GFB blonde ale; and Ideal Belgique, a bottle-conditioned grand cru Belgian-style dark ale from the Cellar 3 collection.

KONA BREWING CO. Kona Brewing Co. made its debut in Hawaii in 1995 with Pacific Golden Ale (now called Big Wave Golden Ale) and Fire Rock Pale Ale. Longboard Island Lager was added to the beer list three years later. Approximately 10 other styles of beer are brewed and served at the brewery's pubs. Today, Kona's three mainstay beers are distributed throughout Hawaii, and it is the top-selling craft beer in the islands. Longboard Island Lager and Big Wave Golden Ale — both of which are distributed throughout the continental U.S. — are up for tasting at the festival.

LAGUNITAS BREWING CO. Lagunitas Brewing Co. has multiple hubs, in California, Washington and Illinois, a structure that the brewer relates as a way to unify the "beer-loving diaspora" from coast to coast. Lagunitas returns to the festival this year with a tried-and-true lineup, including its ever-popular IPA; a reinvented pale ale, unfiltered and fresh-hopped, called Born Yesterday; American strong ale, Brown Shugga; and hop-forward 12th of Never.

LEFT COAST BREWING CO. Family-owned-and-operated Left Coast Brewing Co. is located in San Clemente, Calif. The independent brewery started in 2004 and since then has expanded into more than 25 states and seven countries. Demand is driving its growth, with awards and recognitions aplenty, and the 3,500-barrel operation is now surpassing 11,000 barrels a year. Don't miss the chance to taste Hop Juice, a triple IPA; Asylum, a Belgian-style tripel ale; and VooDoo, an American stout.

NEW BELGIUM BREWING CO. New Belgium Brewing Co. began operations in a tiny Fort Collins, Colo., basement in 1991. Today, the third-largest craft brewer in the U.S., New Belgium produces seven beers year-round and releases seasonal brews throughout the year. Taste the amber ale the maker is best-known for, Fat Tire, along with its reincarnation as Fat Tire Belgian White. Also try Voodoo Ranger IPA; Accumulation, a white IPA; and Dayblazer, an easygoing golden ale.

NORTH COAST BREWING CO. In 1988, North Coast Brewing Co. was at the forefront of the craft beer movement. Between then and now, the California brewery's product has been recognized with 110 national and international beer awards. At the festival, it'll be pouring Old Rasputin Russian imperial stout, Brother Thelonious Belgian-style abbey ale, Scrimshaw pilsner, Puck Petit Saison and Pranqster Belgian-style golden ale.

OSKAR BLUES BREWERY Now a three-site operation, Oskar Blues Brewery began in a basement in Longmont, Colo. The brewer also claims the title of "original craft brew in a can," a choice that it says keeps beer fresher by protecting it from light, makes it more safely portable, and is widely recyclable. For festival goers they'll be serving up Dale's Pale Ale — the brewery's linchpin — Mama's Little Yella Pils, Pinner Throwback IPA, Old Chub Scotch Ale and Death by Coconut Irish porter.

SAMUEL ADAMS (BOSTON BEER CO.) Samuel Adams beer made an auspicious start in 1984, when Jim Koch brewed the first batch of Boston Lager in his home's kitchen using a recipe that reached back to the 1870s, when his great-great-grandfather had a St. Louis brewery. Just six weeks after Jim Koch presented his Samuel Adams Boston Lager to the public, it brought home the "Best Beer in America" award at the Great American Beer Festival in Denver. From there, the brewery's success has skyrocketed; Samuel Adams is the second largest craft brewery in the US. In addition to the trademark lager, Samuel Adams will be pouring Winter Lager, Octoberfest, Rebel IPA and a special brew still to be determined.

SHOCKTOP Another brewery that operates within the Anheuser-Busch InBev framework, Shock Top predominately creates citrus-centric flavor profiles for easy-drinking wheat beers. For the festival, it'll be pouring Belgian White, Sunset Orange, Ruby Fresh and Inner Beauty.

SIERRA NEVADA BREWING CO. A true craft beer forerunner, Sierra Nevada helped define what craft beer making in America could become. Now a much larger operation, the brewery is still known for consistency and flavor. Taste a pour of the Pale Ale; Otra Vez, a gose-style brew with a cactus twist; the cult classic Bigfoot Barleywine-style ale; and the Torpedo IPA.

SIXPOINT BREWERY Brooklyn's Sixpoint Brewery cites "mad science" as its guiding philosophy, claiming that the madness and the science are both necessary for making superior beer. They operated as a draft-only brewery in Red Hook until 2010, when they began canning and distributing further afield and have been tweaking, improving and releasing new formulations ever since. Early this summer, Sixpoint began releasing all of its ales raw and unfiltered, while also incorporating new building block ingredients. The two brews it's serving up this year are Resin double IPA and Sweet Action blonde.

SQUATTERS CRAFT BEERS Last year, Salt Lake City restaurant group and brewery outfit Squatters Craft Beers came to the festival as a guest of Wasatch Brewery, and it's back again this year, this time serving Off Duty IPA, Hop Rising double IPA, Outer Darkness and Full Suspension Pale Ale.

STONE BREWING When Beer Advocate names your brewery the "All-time Top Brewery on Planet Earth" not once, but twice, it's time to add that blurb to your resume. Stone Brewing has been there, and its growth seems unstoppable. It comes to Little Rock with five noteworthy brews to pour: the IPA, the Delicious IPA, the Go To IPA, Ripper pale ale and Arrogant Bastard, a Bourbon barrel-aged ale.

TALLGRASS BREWING CO. Former geologist Jeff Gill got up the nerve to leave his career and start Tallgrass Brewing, when, one night over dinner, his wife asked him what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Brewing was his answer, and as of 2015 the operation moved into a facility large enough to meet the growing demands on their production, as one of the top regional craft breweries in the Midwest. Two fruit-flavored wheat ales top the list of their festival offerings, Blueberry Jam and Raspberry Jam; Vanilla Bean Buffalo Sweat and 8-Bit Pale Ale round out the selection.

VICTORY BREWING CO. Pennsylvania microbrewery Victory Brewing Co. was founded in 1996 by childhood friends who first met on a school bus in 1973. Victory now serves craft beer enthusiasts in 29 states dynamic beers that meld European training with the spirit of free thinking and innovation. Victory brews that will be poured are Dirtwolf Double IPA, Golden Monkey Belgian Tripel, Prima Pils and Sour Monkey Sour Brettanomyces Tripel.

WASATCH BREWERY In 1986, Greg Schirf opened the first Utah brewery in the resort destination of Park City, and he named the operation for the Wasatch Mountains, east of Salt Lake City. In July 1989, Schirf opened the first brewpub in Utah at the top of historic Main Street in Park City. Schirf, in fact, proposed the bill to the Utah Legislature in 1988 to legalize the operation of brewpubs in the state, of which there are now 12. The beers the Park City brewery plans to pour at the fest include Devastator Double Bock, Ghost Rider White IPA, Polygamy Nitro Porter, Evolution Amber and Apricot Hefe.

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HIRTER BIER Austrian beer maker Hirter Bier is presenting two beers for your enjoyment: Privat Pils, which is brewed with ancient Bohemian recipes with an extended aging period, and, Hirter Morchl, a beer lover's beer, with a dry malt effect on the palate and a faintly bitter but well-rounded finish.

STIEGL Another Austrian beer maker with a rich history, Stiegl, will be serving its popular Grapefruit Radler, Zitron-Lemon Radler, Goldbrau and Pils.

2017 Arkansas Times Craft Beer Festival preview

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