#and her vision is in the middle of it acting as the center of the flower

[mahiiimahiiii]

office hours

a/n: rizzard in his happily married middle aged glory, God dropped this plot in my head. finally posted, sorry for all the teasing. '

Cw: fear of voyeurism (and kind of like threatening it??), named tav, dw the door is locked, off-hours fantasy, gale is a bit chunkier, rizzard in his middle aged glory, notes on tav still looking young, (not similar life spans), lunch, notes on tav being a brown person, worship, uncomfortable (yet satiating) sex, sloppy as hell sex, breeding, notes of pain from cervix, squirting, ear play, vers gale, spit for lube (and the soreness that ensues), gale wears glasses, he also wears sock garters, I have a vision ok…….., whispering & dirty talk.

(Tav is a teifling with brown skin and some vitiligo pigmentation, she has curly hair that forms a little halo around her head, bangs with side pieces that fall longer than her typical length of hair. She is a bard!)

read here, or under the cut!

The halls of Blackstaff were magnificent as always, perfectly so. Decorated with filigree and the faint shimmer of enchantment. The halls were harder to navigate, ever turning, and ever changing.

This made delivering lunch weekly on your day off mostly difficult. Your husband, the wonderous gale of Waterdeep- or perhaps now, just professor Dekarios. he had said ‘just will the path into existence’, which you earnestly thought was stupid.

You had always been practical with magic, being a bard helps with that. But you stressed slightly, how many hours, perhaps minutes did he have left to eat and relax. And how many minutes would you have left for chores, and dinner prep.

Busy, busy, busy. Never a dull moment.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you found his lecture door, his soothing voice echoing out in waves from the crack. Still in lecture! You gingerly slipped through the door, careful not to let the hinges creak behind you. Chalk tapped against the chalkboard as he sipped gently at a mug of tea and cleared his throat continuing with his speech. His hair was thrown back into a loose half up and down messy bun, staticky hair poking and prodding out like new spring buds. He wore a new suit vest, a stripped pattern with an argyle tie, and a light blue button down, paired with the same-colored magenta slacks. His tie pin was one of a crescent moon, (he had been on a theming kick recently). Today was on magic in other areas, written on the board were a

couple pooled questions by the students. Does music automatically equal magic? How do paladin oaths work? Is It possible for magic to be innate?

He finished off his mug tapping at pages to read on the board, waving off the students and their cloaks that looked way too large for them. A stream of bobbing heads, ears and horns followed out the door. You had to maneuver around the groups of students, slowly moving their way out, a few stragglers lounging around the professor’s desk.

“I hope I’m not too late- “you approach him, setting the tin of food wrapped in a handkerchief onto his desk.

He beamed when he laid eyes on you, cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “you’re right on time, I’ll see you in the office, I just need to help a student with a spell pronunciation- then I’ll be with you.” He caught a finger under your chin, kissing your brow. His breath smelt of an earthy green tea, sweetened with honey, and the zeal of lemon juice that followed. He turned his back to you, helping the student to write it out phonetically. You heard his bright praise as the thick office door closed behind you.

The office- you remembered dearly, you helped assemble. A room with high ceilings, decorated with diagrams of spells and sheet music. One wall was clad with photos of his family, a portrait of both of you front and center. Small linocuts of your companions sat on a bookshelf nearby, as well as tomes discussing your previous acts, which he so proudly showed off. He had asked for a new cupboard to house all sorts of dried teas, which he unhinged the doors of and installed onto the walls, framing them with delicate laces. It mirrored a little alchemical shop. The walls were a cozy and warm purple with white and brown accents. He had a little hearth and big windows facing the bay, a window ajar, the new tressym kitten may have gone out exploring. Tara the second, Gale called her.

The door creaked open as you admired the wall of portraits, you jumped within your shoes, tail swishing in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry little love, have I frightened you?” he kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying gently. His lips found their way up to the shell of your ear, nipping it gently. He spun you around, taking in your new sundress, yellow with pops of white blooms, a pair of lacy socks and brown kitten heels to match.

“You look positively divine- are you sure there wasn’t other intentions behind this?” he cocked a brow, the settled in features of his face creasing with mirth.

You’ll be completely honest with your feelings, jobs, children, life in general has led you two apart. Intimately it seems-

This you had no problems with, as gale had all the love in the world for you. He made sure to show his affections readily and often- with you in turn.

To this- you sheepishly nodded, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Perhaps there was motive… if you’ll oblige me of course.”

Something new swirled into his eyes, a fiery spark of desire. He cracked a grin turning heel to the door. “Shame lunch will be spoiled then; I do have an appetite for something else in mind. And I wouldn’t be a smart man to waste an opportunity like this.” With a quick flit of his fingers a secure spell of arcane lock was cast. His lashes dropped in amusement, striding over and draping himself over a dark velvet fainting couch near the small hearth of the room.

You bent down, unlacing the leather straps around your ankles and stepping out of the heels, setting them down beside his desk. He mirrored you, taking off his tanned loafers and crystalline spectacles.

“You look rather dashing today, I had meant to tell you before you left for work.” You glided over to him, tail wagging as he made space for you to settle into his lap. You clambered over him, your limbs not as refined and delicate in their actions as they once were. You settled into his lap, conscious of the warm throb in his pants. You quirked a brow, as he ground up against you his hands cupping and fondling your ass.

“Already my love?”

“Already…” his words were feather light, a wonky smile plastered on his place. “I am always ready for you.”

You bent over cupping his chin, thumbs and fingers running over the rim of his ears. He groaned gently into your mouth, his lashes fluttering. His hands wove into your hair pulling you close, one leg bouncing against the floor. You hummed, rocking your hips in time with him, the sensation felt delicious on your neglected clit. You ran your tongue against his lip, he bucked his hips in response- mouth falling open sightly. You ran a hand through his messy hair gripping the base of his waves eliciting a whine from his lips. You connected panting mouths again, warm groans spilling into your mouth as you found a rhythm of pressure. His hands settled and gripped your thighs, pressing your warmth onto him for stimulation. You ran a tongue along the indents of his teeth and the ridges of his mouth, the kiss became sloppy as you gently sucked on his tongue.  He broke away, hands shuffling to unbuckle his taught pants. He paused, watching you remove the flowing dress revealing the lacy blue set of underwear, completed with pink ribbons near the ruffles.

He sighed, shoving down his pants and taking off his sweater. He bemusedly slowed down catching your eyes as he slowly undid his button-down shirt.

A whine caught in your throat, crawling towards him- shuffling his hands away to undo his buttons. Once partially removed your ran a hair through the swirling patterns of hair on his chest.  You fit yourself into his neck, kissing the shell of his ears, nibbling and biting at his lobe. He shuddered, his hands going back to busying themselves to filling with your form. You kissed down his chest biting at him with your sharpened teeth, he squirmed under your touch- his hand gripped the back of your curls.

You glanced up catching his eyes, he nodded. You unlaced his boxers which crackled at your touch, tugging them off his legs and tossing them somewhere. You exhaled, tail thumping against the cushions in slight excitement. Gale pursed his lips and averted his eyes, pink warming his already rosy cheeks. You kissed down the happy trail that lined his soft stomach, inhaling the scent of him contained by his skin. Rose water, oak, pine and musk, he smelt wonderfully fresh.

He was slightly self-conscious of this newer version of him, a body softened by age like a ripe peach. You thought it fitting- the softness of course- he aged well. You cupped his sides, squeezing them gently. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” you ask softly.

“Many times-why do you ask?” he quirked a brow.

You shrug, lifting his thighs around your hips, giving them a firm squeeze again. “Thought I’d remind you.” You mold to his body, thighs rubbing together adding pressure to his already neglected member. Your lips mark their place down his neck, staining his skin a soft pink from your lip balm.  You made your way down again, making sure your lips marked every surface of his skin. His hips strained for movement but found none to meet it.

You marred his inner thigh with bite patterns, his skin breaking into patterns of pink and red. Your tongue ran its way up his perineum sending flames to his stomach, a squeeze to his heavy sack had him tensing beneath you.

Your nose buried in his happy trail once more- you let out a contented sigh.

His hips bucked slightly his cock tapping your chin. “My dear- be kind please- “

You grinned “gale, I don’t intend to be kind- perhaps I’m trying to enable your behavior for later.”

He let out a strained moan, his lids scrunching shut. “God id like that so much- please- “

“Like what now gale?” you teased pinching the head of his pink cock, rolling the skin up and down.

His hips strained again, a low hiss through his teeth. “Gods, you know- I don’t want to spell it out, hells.”

You stopped your slow steady strokes to kitten lick the head of his member, his fists began to clench and unclench. “I’d like to hear what you’d like, professor Dekarios. Lecture me- if you will.”

He swore under his breath one open, “you-!” his chest heaved, trying to buck his hips up from under your heavy hand. “Fuck- fine- I want to be in you- I want you to bloat with my seed. Gods-! Want everyone to know your mine- so help me- going to fuck you over my desk-.” His breathing was labored, his thighs clenching under you. His eyes went wide as he covered his mouth, poor gale was surprised by even his own vulgarity.

“you’d like to try for another child Mr. Dekarios?” you squeezed his balls sucking gently on his inner thigh.

“By the weave-! Yes-!” he sounded exasperated, his lip quivering.

“Very well, you’ve been good. I suppose you’ve earned your treat” you lowered your mouth onto him, a groan rolling through his throat. You dragged your tongue against his skin, the salt refreshing to your taste. You found the small spot on his head and rolled your tongue against it. His hands shoved down your head, burying your head into the patch of curls framing his cock. He shuffled his hands moving to your horns squeezing and fondling the base ridges. Your moan reverberated around him, he lifted his hips, the garters that held his socks squeezing the meat of his thighs.

You tapped his hip, the wizard’s grip loosening from your roots. The air around you smelt like him, you sputtered a little coming up for air. His face was flush, lips gently parted in gasps for air, curls clinging to the sides of his face. Gale’s eyes, taken over by the darkness of his pupils, held only desire and need.

You cupped his ass, a growing grin on your face as your lips found his length again. He rolled his hips up, thighs snapping like a steel trap around your head. Youd hope that perhaps you’d die this way, buried in your lovers’ thighs. A heel to your back cuts off some oxygen making your head spin. You glance up at him, his eyes pressed shut in focus. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking him further into your mouth, feeling the muscle in his thighs tense at the sensation.

“li’ia- “he gasped “my darling- I’m certainly close- I’d feel bad if you didn’t have your fun as well.”

You let out a muffled acknowledgement.

His legs loosened around you, his hand gently rubbing at the sore part of your scalp. Your lips leave with a soft pop, lip balm well and truly smeared against his skin. He hissed at the cold, maneuvering around you to stand up.

“Desk.” His voice slightly roughed as he commanded. He followed you, catching small kisses on the back of your spine. He sighed happily as you bent over the desk, almost like a planned muscle memory. Gale’s knees popped as he knelt, tugging down the delicate lace of your underwear. He maneuvered to rest in the space between your hips and the desk. The professor tapped a leg to push up on the desk, giving access for him to be nestled into the wetness of your cunt. His tongue lapped a stripe between your folds, he shifted one hand on your thigh the other groping needily at his cock. You watched him work, hand steadying yourself on his desk. A framed page of your journal that you gave him of the two of you rocked gently against the desk.

Gale hummed, his lips buzzing around your clit, nipping at the bud carefully. His tongue dipped inside of you, laying it flat against your core to rock at an easy pace. He nipped the inside of your thigh, signaling his contentment. you lifted your leg out of its slowly cramping position, setting it on the floor. The wizard made his way up your body, hands squeezing and fondling anything it could touch, his lips placing gentle kisses up your stomach.

“Come- sit upon your bone throne.” He chuckled at his own bad joke, sharing a cheeky grin with you. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Someone with a lovely pair of thighs must sit for that feat to be achievable.” You pressed against him; his member throbbed in the small amount of space between your stomachs. The pads of his fingers trailed over your skin as he walked past. Seating himself with legs spread for better access to him.

You settled on his thighs, spitting a couple of times into the palm of your hand. The mixture of slick and spit in your palm coated his twitching member, running and cupping your hand against his length, he let out a low warble. Carefully, and as delicately as you possibly can manage, you lifted your hips and guided his tip to your awaiting entrance. He held his gaze in your eyes, both of his hands supporting your hips.

You lowered.

A brilliant flare of fireworks went off inside your head, the heavens parted for some foggy clarity of how neglected you were. Your walls stung and clenched protectively at the stretch; gales hips quickly snapped upwards out of reflex adding to the tinge of pain at your core.

You held a hand on his chest and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “hurts- hurts.” Your tail strained behind you, every part of your muscles tensing.

“Come here- “he wrapped an arm around you, sheltering you with his arms, your nose found the notch in his neck and pressed small weepy kisses into it. His thighs flexed under you, impatient, but concerned at the hurt that he may have caused. He kissed the crown of your head, rubbing at your back in slow motions. “Let me remove this off of you” he whispered; words filled with reverence. You rocked your hips back, a pressure shifting to nestle itself under your bladder and against your cervix. Gale hooked his thumbs underneath the hemline of your cotton bralette.

“I like these- where did you get them? Lovely color too, suits such pretty brown skin. Then again, my star, you look delicious in any color.”

“I do find that reds make me look too red though.”  She hummed thoughtfully, “in Mephistopheles, it is better to wear blue. Within infernal societies we tend to note our heritage by the color of our skin. I often get mistaken for a teifling from Avernus if I wear red.”

“Blue doesn’t look as lively on your pretty face.”

“Oh shush. The recommendation was from a lovely spawn, who recently moved to the underdark.”

“He didn’t move until now? It’s been ten years!”

“He had to convince his partner, my love. Halsin doesn’t want to live without sun so easily. He sent me an assortment of things, new fabrics he said.”

“Perhaps I have let him in too much on my fashion tastes. Never again will I gossip with Astarion.”

“A wise decision, that one.” You chuckled.

He tentatively rolled his hips as a retort, hands finding the swell of your breasts. His head nestled in the crest of your chest, hands cupping your chest, fingers nimbly pinching your nipples. Your thighs tensed again, another, but thankfully smaller ping of pain emanating through your lower abs. “Would this be more preferable?” the pads of his fingers brushed against your throbbing clit, sending little electric sparks to your toes. Your exhale told him all he needed. He curled an arm around your waist, throbbing inside in tandem of your clenching walls. He pinched and massaged the mound, your tail beginning to wag. Your core warmed to him, the stretch and pain completely vanishing. He slowly rocked his hips, a hand cupping your ass,

reclining against his chair, his eyes all but rolling into the back of his head. “Gods…” he whispered. “Oh, how I long for you… oh how much I wanted this.” Words burbled from his lips, slightly incoherent. “Gods, if any of my colleges caught me like this- I would be fired for sure-! Oh, but they would truly witness what a goddess looked like.”

“I can’t grant you powers gale.” You chided, though secretly flattered. “I would gladly worship you instead of Mystra…my devotion- its eternally, irrevocably- only yours. God if they could watch, only to witness your own glory.”

“it’s a good thing I offer my light to you, beloved.”

“Oh, it’s such a good thing indeed. A little part of me wants to show those who would witness us what it looks to worship- what it means to be- utterly devoted.”

“My dearest gale- you are babbling nonsense; may Cyril bless you with the wit and constitution to say something meaningful.” You tease, adding a playful roll of the hip.

He rolls his eyes, aiding the lift of your hips up and down his length. “With you I forget myself, we are a one connected entity. You are my lifeblood.”

“You say such sweet things” you capture his chapped lips in a kiss, the rolls of your hips and the slick pooling at the cleave of his ass wrecking an echoed cacophony in the padded room. He pants into your open mouth, his hips pacing varying from quick snaps to slow languid thrusts into your warm and waiting walls.  The wizards’ fingers rubbed against your clit in circles, pressing the rest of his fingers into your lower abdomen to stabilize his wrist.  His fingers buzzed with a slight enchantment that he rasped into your mouth in-between nibbles and kisses.

You kissed his crows’ feet that crinkled around his eyes, the furrows of his brow from focus, and the mismatched dimples in his cheeks. The curl that settled itself in the middle of his forehead bobbed gently.

“Do you want me to-?” he stammered, biting down on his lip. He was close, his hips jumping at the chance to be fully sheathed inside of you. “I wanted to- if you’d like- I know we’re getting older, but I don’t think just a cat- would be my desire... to propagate- “he continued to babble. “My mother would- greatly appreciate, a child- from her only son.”

“She isn’t satisfied with a cat?” you pretend to be against between hearty sighs.

He bit his lip again, his eyes closing, overstimulated by the sensation of how tight you were around him. You braced his shoulders for better leverage, his head hit the back of the chair, gasping out for release. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, bumping your hips into his vibrating fingers.

“Hells- yes- id love that- Gale I’d love to be a parent with you. There is nothing that would make me happier- “he cut you off, shoving your hips into him, fully sheathed he could finally combust within you. His lips found yours for a feverish kiss, wrapping his arms around you. You ran white hot in your core, a series of fire rockets blasting off in your loins, sending dizzying signals into your head. It was like he cast cloud of mist into your head. He rocked his hips a couple of times, your walks milking him of cum. Ropes of cum spent directly into your awaiting womb. Another flash of heat, you felt a deep pressure release onto his hips below.

You press your foreheads together, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“Can you take the day off- “you murmur into his skin, a soft sinking feeling inside of you as he went soft. His seed within you dripped out and mixed with the rest of the liquids pooled in the seat.

He snuggled himself into your shoulder, watching your tail wag idly. He finally sighs, “I have classes in thirty minutes or less…but! You are welcome to stay in my office until you feel better.” He chuckled softly “earnestly, I’m not entirely sure I want to get up. My hips hurt.”

“You poor thing…” you kissed the crown of his head, scratching small circles into the back of his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up then- I’m certain we made a destructive mess.”

“No mess can withstand the realms of magic.” He puffed his chest out with pride.

You glared at him slightly, though you gave in and finally patted his cheek. “Fine, do your magic.”

He pumped the air summoning things to help clean up. With you, he took the utmost care.

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[canonicallyalive]

Let Your Heart Ignite // Alastor x Female Rabbit!Reader - Part 1

[ Author's Note: This is kinda boring since of course, she just arrived in hell. ]

Part 2

18+?Warning: Violence, Gore, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Cannibalism?

MDNI..

Characters: female rabbit!reader × Alastor , Other Demons.

Sypnosis: Y/n was surrounded by a gang of drug dealers in an alleyway, she just arrived in hell yet already experiencing a blood boiling event. To her suprise, a tall red deer demon has come to pass by and saw the chaos happening in sight.

Part 1 : First Day in Hell

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After my mission that failed successfully, my vision began to fuzz as my heart slowly stops beating, i closed my eyes and took my last breath. But then, i feel my... body..? no, i feel like i'm falling... awfully slow. Until i finally reached the ground, laying down, i finally opened my eyes and the first thing i see is the empty red sky with a massive pentagram above me. It came to my mind immediately from the moment i first looked at it followed by the sound of screams and explosions nearby, i knew it, this is Hell.

“Ugh... Fuck.” I sat up and stretched myself, i noticed my skin is different and pointy claws fading to my dark colored hands that's reflecting a red glow from my eyes. Then, i felt a bumpy thing behind my lower back and i feel it squeezed on the ground. “Could it be..” i spoke to my thoughts, there's only one way to find out.

I placed my hand on the center of my back as i slowly moved lower, until my hand reached a fluffy texture that gave me a weird reaction. i slightly twisted to take a look and dear god, i have a tail. Does that mean i have ears too? I checked as i moved my hands up and reached my long ears that also gave me the same weird feeling when touched. Until it clicked, I'm a Rabbit Demon.

I didn't realize i was in the middle of an empty road until a red limousine almost ran towards my direction, luckily i immediately ran to the side of the road before it would hit me. The car didn't even pull over as if they saw nothing, this is hell after all. I tried taking deep breaths after that sudden suprise, and finally calmed myself down.

One of my ears twitched to the side as i hear footsteps approaching this way, also hearing the sound of their voices as i hurriedly ran towards a nearby alleyway and hid beside a large garbage bin, hoping to not get caught. I peeked slightly to see what was happening, it was a gang of demons exchanging something from their hands.. “Is that.. drugs?” You mumbled to yourself. “Mm.. This is some good shit you got there bud!” One of them said as they all giggled mischievously, they were enjoying their time with the drugs on their hands. Until one of them glanced on the alleyway and noticed a pair of ears perking up on the side of the garbage bin as they pulled a pistol from one of his pockets and pointed at my direction, realizing that I've been caught. I moved my ears down and pulled my head back from peeking.

“Shit.” i muttered to myself. “Show yourself, you little bitch.” The demon's footsteps are getting closer and immediately grabbed my arm with it's other hand “Wait- hey!!” I yelled and pulled away from his grasp as i ran yet another demon pulled my ears and pulled me off the ground. The demon started to look at my figure from head to toe, as his frown turned into a smirk. He scoffs “Ha! Would you look at that. A weak little lady, hiding behind a garbage bin?” the other demons started approaching him as they all laid their eyes on me as i struggle to escape from the demon's grip. “What's a sexy little rabbit doing here?” the other demon asked with a sultry tone, as they creeped their filthy hand from my ankle up to my knee, and under my dress then stopped.

Sending me chills of disgust as they caress their thumb on my thigh , my sclera turned from yellow to red as my iris turned white, my eyes glowing in anger. “FUCKING LET GO OF ME!” I raised my feet and kicked the demon's face as hard as i can. My act made me hit the wall hard and fall to the floor, it damaged my head and it bleed, my vision and mind couldn't focus but i try to get myself together. “You cunt.. agh!” The injured demon screamed in pain from the severe impact that damaged his face, the other demons started pointing their guns towards me as they move closer. “You better behave your ass, or you'll receive the consequences.” The other demon said yet my ears are ringing, unable to hear what they are saying as i crawled to the edge of the small alleyway. I just arrived in this place, yet i'm already gonna be fucked up by these bullshits.

“Now now, is that a proper way to treat a woman?” I heard a voice of a man coming from the outside of the alleyway, the voice sound like it came from a Radio? I couldn't confirm, i'm too focused on getting myself together and i refuse to pass out. “And you are?” One of the demons asked as everyone, even myself, looked at the man from the outside of the alley that was now walking towards them. He is wearing red pinstripe coat, underneath is a red shirt, with a black upside down cross as the design and a black bow with a oval shaped ruby on the center. Lastly, a long black pants with red cuffs at the end and a red oval-shaped monocle over his right eye, and a pair of pointy boots. He also wears a bob styled red hair with black at the ends, he has the appearance of a deer which is the ears and small pointy antlers, along with a impossibly wide smile on his face. And right now, he's looking at us with his glowing red eyes.

“Apoligies for my sudden intrusion, allow me to introduce myself!” he acts so formal and polite even in a situation like this? how... I snapped my head back from staring him to the situation i'm in, this is my time to escape while he keeps them distracted. I slowly got up yet i leaned against the wall to try to regain more energy to move as the man introduced himself infront of them with his radio filtered voice, which i find cool, keeping their attention towards him.

“I'm Alastor, Pleasure to be meeting you, Quite a pleasure!” he spun his spade shaped cane with an eye on his microphone that is attached to it behind him as he reached his hand towards the demons to offer a handshake, but they refused. I didn't listen his name clearly due to my physical state, i began to run past them as fast as i could. “Stay out of this Mr. Smile Freak before we coul- Hey! Come back here!” They we're about to chase me but the red demon immediately blocked their way “I told you to fucking stay out of thi-” the demon's words got cut off as they started to feel something piercing through his chest, Black Tendrils?

“Oh dear! where are your manners?” He complained, static filled the atmosphere as the surrounding glitches. “Woah, what the fuck?!” The group of demons yelled to him, he can sense the fear inside them, and he finds it amusing. “Well, this will be so much entertaining, won't it?” I already reached outside the alleyway and ran away for dear life while the floor rumbles as i hear their screams of terror, i don't wanna stay and wait any longer.

Alastor's Pov:

Blood scattered all over the alleyway, corpses are on the floor after i finished dealing with those filthy demons. I wiped my mouth clean with a towel that i spawned out of nowhere “Thanks for the early yet delicious meal, my dear fellows!” I spoke while turning himself against the corpses and walked out from the alleyway. “I apologize it took long, my dear-” I stopped, seeing that the rabbit demon was nowhere to be found. I shrugged it off the thought that she might be heading back to her place right now, that i scared her that it made her run away without informing me nor appreciate my help.

“We'll meet again, next time. I'm sure of it!”

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I suck at this ik

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[youn9racha]

Wet Dreams

requested by: anon

pairing: bff!felix x bff!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: felix developed an odd and sexually frustrating infatuation towards you, to the point he has dreams of things he would wish to do to you, yet he has to hide it from you so as to not drive you away from him, until on a certain night came that made reveal everything...

warning: piv, sexual dreams, perv!felix, some perv!reader, masturbation (both fem and masc), voyeurism (?), blow jobs, rushed ending

words: 3.1 k

a/n: ik i said i was gonna do a chan smut, but i intially was set with this lix fic that never seemed to finish, but thankfully i did <3 idk if anon is inactive or not (hopefully not) but if you're still active hopefully you enjoyed it <33

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

“Mmh, yes Felix, you fuck me so well!”

Your whines echo through every corner of the room as Felix inserts himself in and out of you at a good amount of speed where it was fast and hard enough to give you pleasure. He looks down with grunts and heavy breathing, seeing your breasts bounce along with the rhythm of his cock hitting the right spots through his blissed-haze vision.

“Oh, God, (y/n), do I—mm—do I fuck you good?” Usually, he would have felt pathetic at the way he whined out the question, but at that moment he did not care about how his usual deep vocals turned into a high pitch mewl, he finally got to feel you in a way he never would have thought of being in; fucking his crush, his best friend, and making you feel so good as he would hope.

“Yes, yes, you do,” you repeated the ‘yes’ like a prayer indicating how well he is performing as the head, as well as the loud pornographic-like moans that spill out of your mouth. It triggered something within Felix as he suddenly found himself going faster in you, making you straight call out his name, hoping that he could make you come with him simultaneously.

“Oh, Felix! Oh fuck, I’m so close!”

He whines and groans as he grips onto your hips to make his penetration deeper, “me too, baby—ah! Fuck! Please come with me…”

He begged as he was going faster but suddenly, he noticed her voice was silent. Fearing he was hurting you, he slowed down and regained his vision only for you to suddenly disappear and see a body pillow in place of you. He blinked in a confused and sat straight as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around the room to look for you.

“(Y/n)?” Felix called out as he suddenly heard a whisper, that vaguely sounds a lot like you, and is repeating the phrase repeatedly.

“Wake up, Felix… Wake up…”

And suddenly Felix felt his eyes open up to the ceiling, gasping for air and panting. He got up and looked around his room for reassurance that what just happened was a reality or dream. He looks at the time and sees it was 4 a.m. He sighs in frustration into his hand and shakes his head. “Another fucking dream,” he mutters as he wipes his face down before widening them again. He throws his blanket away and looked down at his boxer shorts only to see them stained in a big dark patch in the center.

“Ugh, fucking hell,” he cringed, “it’s like middle school all over again… it’s too much,”

This was Felix’s third wet dream of the week. Recently Felix has been getting those erotic dreams and you would think he would enjoy them, which he won’t lie and say he doesn’t, but he was mildly disturbed over how repetitive those dreams were. They were practically the same; Felix fucking someone repeatedly and then gets rudely interrupted as soon he was about to come. But it wasn’t just anyone, it was you.

You and Felix have been friends for as long as you two could remember. You two went far back and enjoyed each other’s company, so much so that recently you both moved in together to make living easier and affordable. He always has thought of you somewhat platonically for the most part. He didn’t know where the sudden romantic—sexual—admiration come from; all he knows is that since the moment he realized he had developed feelings for you, he had been dreaming about you in a not-so-amicable way.

He feels guilt, but the sight of you splayed out naked for him truly sets him off and these dreams are not helping him in any cause. It’s all he thinks about when he jerks off as well, he would envision his fist to be your warm walls wrapped around his cock and just ride him all day and night. It doesn’t help that the minute things you would do would trigger it; like when you laugh at a bad joke of his or wear something simple like a sundress with a ponytail on, just the small things you could do would make him hard instantly. But he couldn’t risk throwing away years of friendship for his sexual needs, he would push that to the side for its sake. So, it's just him and his hand or perhaps his fleshlight for now.

Flash forward to today, where Felix got up from his bed to take his boxer off and switch it out for a new one. Once wore a new fresh pair, he noticed himself starting to lose sleep. He didn’t bother trying to go back to sleep, especially since he doesn’t have work today, so what’s the harm in staying up? Felix got out of his room to the hallway to wash his face and brush his teeth. On his way there he passed your room and paused as if he was a deer seeing headlights. if it weren’t for his slight alertness, he would have missed the whimpers that came out of your room.

Felix furrowed his brows in confusion at the sound especially when he got back and got closer to your door. Initially, he thought you were in pain of some sort, as you were muttering a bunch of ‘ah’s and ‘fuck’s. Whatever that is happening didn’t stop him from the blood getting to his head, and he ended up grumbling at himself for letting himself feel turned on by the noises you were making. You could be genuinely in pain, and he’s over here being grossly aroused by your hisses. But his guilt faded as he heard his name in a dragged-out, almost pleasurable, moan.

“Felix… mmm…”

Felix had his eyes widened as he realized the two possibilities of what was happening behind the door; you were either masturbating to the thought of him or also been having a raunchy dream.

“Fuck…” Felix muttered to himself as he got closer to the door, to have a better hearing. He sees that the door is slightly open, not too wide where he could notice, but enough where he can see your bed. The lower part of your body was covered, but you were laying naked in bed, one hand was on your breast, pinching your nipple, and the other was also covered by the door, but it is a no-brainer that you were pleasuring yourself. Not just pleasuring yourself though, but you were masturbating to the thought of him, Felix, your best friend. The mere sight of you calling out his name and playing with your tits could easily make Felix come on his pants.

While he hates to admit it, Felix felt like a pervert from the moment he started having dreams of you in a bawdy way. He likes to maintain his usual respectful demeanor and banters with you as friends would, but it doesn’t change the fact each time you show any skin, whether it’d be your cleavage or your thighs or any body parts you show, he’d want to take you at this moment. His disgusting thoughts about ways to make you scream out his name inhabit his brain without paying rent and it’s not like he’s going to send an eviction letter, especially not at this moment.

Who would have thought that this whole time you must have thought of Felix the same way he does of you?! Certainly not him. Either he’s an oblivious person who doesn’t read between the lines or you were good at hiding your signs of interest, he would have not thought you felt the same due to you actively going out on dates. ‘That must explain the failed relationships’ he thought to himself.

He pushed that thought to the side and proceeded to look at you pleasuring yourself, but this time he begins palming himself, as he admires you from afar, and enjoys being the audience. He sees your out-of-view hand start to go faster, followed by the squelching noises of presumably your fingers going in and out collecting your juices and your moans getting louder before you slow down, presumable edging yourself. The sight of you sighing in your masochistic decision to stop before going back to pick up where you left off drove Felix insane as he took his cock out and started to stroke along at your pace, biting his lips to not make a sound.

‘What am I doing? This is so messed up, regardless of if she’s thinking of me or not’ Felix was thinking rationally but it was too late for that, especially not when he already is jerking off. The pace of his hand matches up with yours, even as far as edging himself when you do so, but he had to keep his lip bitten to not reveal himself being in this situation.

“Oh… Felix…” you hissed out as you started to pick up the pace once again and Felix does the same. You found yourself finally almost orgasming but stopped. This time however wasn’t because of your conscious choice. Felix wanted to have a greater look at you, and his attempt to open the door slightly but not enough to alert you failed miserably as the creak of the door deafens the room, replacing it with the sound of your heavy breathing and wet noises.

You gasped as you closed your legs and covered yourself with the blanket as you looked at the door. You see Felix in the doorway, “Felix, what are you doing—” your words were interrupted as you noticed his compromising position; he was hunched slightly with his hand holding the shaft of his cock, as if he were rubbing one out. You two looked at each other flabbergasted as you two realized what was happening.

“Were you looking at me this whole time?” you shyly asked.

“Uh… yeah,” Felix responded equally bashful.

“Well… why didn’t you come in?”

Your question caught him off guard, even though it shouldn’t, considering the obvious call out for his name while you were rubbing your swollen clit and inserting your fingers, imagining him instead of your digits. It was rather dumb, and he sure should have walked in, but it was too late, especially since his hand was already on his hard cock.

“Um… well… I-I didn’t know if you’d react negatively, even though you were calling out my name and such…” Felix nervously rambled, letting go of his shaft and placing it back in his boxer, and proceeded to fidget with his hand. He notices that you were staring at his cock which looks like it was about to burst through his shorts, and he could only gulp as he blushes at the way you were looking at him, eyes filled with lust.

“Come here,” you seductively invited by facing him and sitting on the edge of your bed. Felix obliged as he walked up to you, you put on fake innocent eyes as you were looking up at Felix as you pushed down his boxer shorts. His glistening head was freed from its restrain and slapped Felix’s lower stomach, shuddering in response. You looked down at his cock, slightly drooling at the sight, getting on your knees before having your eyes up at him as you wrap your hand around it.

“Tell me, Felix, how long have you thought of me?” You said whilst stroking him, squeezing at the ideal places to elicit any noises coming out of him, which worked as he moaned in pleasure rather than answering your question. “Has it been long?” You asked, still maintaining the slow pace.

Felix could only mewl as a response, but he managed to nod at your question, making you smile and tilt your head in curiosity, “words, Lixie…”

“Y-yes, been thinking about you… for…fuck.”

His words were scrambled, incoherent in response. You would edge him right there, but you decided against it, thinking it wasn’t the right time. Instead, you smiled at him before you lowered your gaze to his cock and then back to him as you slowed your hand movement. Felix had his mouth agape, unsure of what was to come, but that quickly changed when you wrapped your lips around him, letting out strings of moans coming from him. He started to pant when you began to bob your head, looking up at him teasingly while you swallowed him whole, his head hitting the back of your throat. He fought every urge to not buck himself into you, but the pleasure you were giving him was making him go wild.

He feels himself getting closer and he begins to cry out and whines, “(y/n), I’m so close… stop… I don’t want to come like this…”

You enjoyed hearing how his deep voice was transformed into a high-pitched subby mewls, which you carried on bobbing to elicit more of his cute sounds. However, what you didn’t expect was having your hair pulled back by Felix, pulling your mouth out of his cock, creating a pop sound. He held a gentle yet firm grip on your hair, facing you up at him, as he pants and hisses at the sensation of the air-conditioned cold air hitting his saliva-coated cock.

“I said, I don’t want to come like this…” He whispered, his dark eyes lasered back at you, “get on the bed.”

His submissive side suddenly disappeared and in came this side of Felix you didn’t expect to see, which you didn’t mind whatsoever. You instantly obliged as he strips his shirt off and reveal his defined toned body to you, the body you’ve examined for so long. You weren’t completely innocent either in the realm of perversion, you had spied on Felix when he changes and/or showered, and you would ogle him the same how he would look at you the same way.

Your memory lane was disrupted when you heard the door shut, you looked up at Felix and see him carry a foil wrapper of a condom which he ripped with his teeth. He must have gotten a spare from his room while you were reminiscing, but it doesn’t matter as you prepared yourself by spreading your legs while he takes the protective cover and wraps it around his cock, pumping it slightly to make sure it stays secure. You bit your bottom lip in excitement as you looked up to him while he lines himself against your glistening hole.

“Ready?”

“Go all in…”

That’s all Felix needs as he inserts himself within your velvet walls, resulting in strings of moans and curses coming from both of you. After a few adjustments, Felix began moving in a steady motion to be cautious and fearing to not harm you. While you admired his kind gesture, you felt that you weren’t going anywhere if Felix kept at this pace.

“Go deeper, Felix,” you breathed out against his ear. He looked at you, his freckled face flushed in ensuing pleasure, “what?” he blurted out, his sense of self-being slightly out of it.

You took it upon yourself by wrapping your legs around his waist, your heel digging into his bare back made him realize what you were saying, and almost instantly Felix started to pick up speed and drill further in you just as you were told.

Your moans echoed exactly how you would in his dream, he lifted himself off you to have a good look at you as his cock constantly bore itself in and out of you. This was exactly like his last dream, you splayed out in your bed, breasts bounced to the beat of his cock slamming into the desired spot, skin slapping, and moans of each other’s names coming from both of your mouths were the only sounds being played in the room. His hand gripped your hips firmly as you yelped out his name and whined along with it as your head falls back.

Felix began running his hand through your whole body as he groans out about how good you feel around him.

"Oh, god, (y/n) ... you feel… so fucking good,” he breathed out followed by a groan as you occasionally clench around him. “Oh, how I wish this wasn’t a dream,” he mutters, not realizing what he was saying, which made you chuckle through your moans.

“Oh, baby, this is no dream…” Your voice was cut by your uncontrollable moan before continuing, “this is too good to be a dream…”

The way you were speaking to him drives him even more insane as he speeds up and his growls increase in volume, as well as your mewls and yelps. You felt your ropes tighten to the point of it snapping, “Lixie… I’m so fucking close…”

Felix was not far away from you as shown by the irregular speed and depth he was going, so he began encouraging you to come along with him. After a few more thrusts in and out of you, he came inside the condom with you following along after he thrusts in you to make you reach your orgasm and to slightly overstimulate himself.

After catching both of your breaths, Felix pulled himself away from you and removed the condom off himself before tying it and throwing it in the trash. You could only lay there still panting at the ungodly yet unbelievably pleasant session you had with your so-called best friend. You see him walking up to you to sit next to your laying body, unsure if the red face was from abashment or from the sex you two just had. How can he act all shy and cute as if he didn’t fuck you so good you almost saw God?

“Hey, you alright?” he asked in a caring manner while massaging my side. Can’t believe those caring hands were the same that bruised my hips… can’t say I’m one to complain.

“I’m doing excellent, you?”

“Oh, I’m doing wonderful,” he responded enthusiastically, his Australian accent thickened for some reason. You two looked at each other admiration spread through your gazes. Neither of you knew where all this was coming from, but you two didn’t care; the appreciation you two have for each other was very prevalent by the second each time you two hung out. While you two are too tired to speak of this matter, you were certain that he is feeling the same you were feeling and could possibly make a change in the relationship… but hopefully for the better.

And to think this all started from a messed-up dream you both had for each other…

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[chouettecrivaine]

yes i paid attention to the poll results this fic is just becoming an absolute UNIT so it took a while. anyway here is the preview for the current wip, as promised!

genshin impact // lyney x reader // gender neutral reader // Capucine is a fic-specific OC think of her as a mentor figure or something to your character milf alert

The audience's cheers suddenly died down, excited whispers taking their place. Everybody seemed to know what was going on, so Lyney didn't bother to explain as he fiddled with the machine for a moment. In the lull, you leaned over to ask Capucine what was going on.

"I think that's a number generator," She answered, sounding thrilled and nervous all at once. "He's going to pick a volunteer!"

Lyney straightened his posture and struck a practiced pose, gesturing to the machine with one hand. He began to rouse the crowd, teasingly dropping a few hints of what might make him inclined to pick a standout individual himself. After a brief moment, Lynette pressed the button without his permission, allowing him to make a good-spirited remark about how straightforward she was. 

The three numbers spun in a blur, eventually rolling to a stop at different times. The first slot stopped first, showing a large zero.

"Oh! A volunteer from the ground floor it is, then!" People up in the balconies groaned in disappointment. Lyney offered comforting words as the last number rolled to a stop, showing a nine. An aisle seat.

By the time Lyney finally looked back at the machine, the entire number was displayed. He laughed and pointed out into the crowd, drawing imaginary swirls in the air before finally resting his hand while pointing right at you.

If he could see your face in the crowd, he didn't appear phased at all that it was you - but he also didn't look like he planned it. You were too busy shrinking under the stares of everybody else to observe him under much scrutiny. A part of you wanted to decline, but the moment you opened your mouth to do so, the entire auditorium burst into cheers, encouraging you to make your way to the stage. If you tried to say no, your voice would be drowned out for sure.

With no other option, you sighed and stood out of your seat. Capucine gave you two encouraging thumbs up when you looked back, which made you feel a little more confident. Squaring your shoulders, you made your way down the carpeted aisle. Lyney beckoned you ever closer, his smiling widening when you reached the stairs leading up to him.

As soon as you were up the final step, Lynette stepped behind you and ushered you to the middle of the stage without truly touching you. Removing his hat, Lyney bowed deeply and grinned playfully at you. He looked like he was about to say something to you, but a sudden movement in your peripheral vision drew your attention from him as a large box was lowered to the stage. The gilded frame held sparkling maroon panels on each side, catching the light as it came lower and lower before finally resting just above the stage.

“With such a lovely volunteer, this next trick should be a piece of cake.” Lynette breezed behind you as Lyney talked, opening the front panel and revealing a cozy interior with stars dangling from the ceiling and metallic paper decorations in the back. You stared at the swaying decorations from over your shoulder, wary, almost like you expected something to jump out at you.

Lynette placed a hand on your shoulder blade, startling you enough to make you jolt. Her lips barely moved as she whispered to you, “Don’t worry, we’ve recently maxed out security on our audience-centered acts.”

From the corner of your eye, you gave her your most pointed yet subtle glare. Was there something you should have been worried about? You supposed Capucine hadn’t been far off when she accused you of living under a rock. Keeping up with the news wasn’t your highest priority, yet you could tell you were missing something. Lynette kept her cool front, though, and gave an imperceptible nod towards the audience, signaling you to look ahead. The stage lights washed out most of the crowd, save for the faded images of the very front row. Their cheers hadn’t relented, the noise so overpowering you could barely focus on the fact that they were all staring straight at you. 

“Now-” Lyney announced, taking a step to flank your other side. You hadn’t realized he was walking around the box and showing the audience that the box was solid on all sides. “Our newest assistant will step into this box and, at your word, disappear!”

A noise of awe brushed over the crowd. Lyney turned a cheeky smile your way, offering a hand and asking, “Shall we?”

Not knowing what else to do, you turned and grabbed his hand, allowing him to lead you to the box and keep it steady while assisting your step up. All the while, he murmured his instructions softly.

“Don’t be surprised if you feel a little jostling. The box will be lifted off the ground - but not by much! I won’t let anything happen to you,” He explained, leaning his top half into the box after you. “The door will open once when you’re in the air. Once you close it, just make sure your whole body is behind the tape line on the ground. Okay?”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you glanced around the box without moving your head so the crowd wouldn’t get suspicious. The hardest part would be closing the door, but you’d been assured twice that they wouldn’t let you get injured. You could take being lifted a few feet off the ground with ease. 

When you nodded, Lyney grinned widely. “I knew you were a star. Oh, and we’re trusting you to keep our secret. I’m sure you’ll help us out, right?”

He winked and twirled around before you could answer, addressing the crowd once again with a lengthy preamble. While he kept their attention, Lynette closed the door of the box, sealing you into the darkness with a firm click. Immediately, the noise from outside became muffled, blocked by the solid door. The soundproofing alone boosted your trust in the stability of the contraption. A few moments passed and you stood absolutely still, not wanting to shake the box and distract from Lyney’s crowd work. You heard him call something out and the answering roar of the audience, then the box shook for a moment before you began your ascent.

Unsure, you braced yourself with your palms flat against the sides of the box, focusing on your even breathing. While you weren’t panicked yet, you knew how easy it would be for your threads to unravel if anything went wrong. The rising motion of the box was smooth, safe for the initial jostling, and you had a surprising amount of room with which to orient yourself. Though you had been told that you wouldn’t be held too high, the slow progress made the ride feel eternal. Eventually, you were shaken slightly once more when the box halted. You could feel yourself gently swaying above the stage and took a cautious step back, just in case.

Then, as you were warned, the door swung open wide. You lifted an arm to shield yourself from the bright lights, giving yourself a moment to adjust. One step forward proved that the box was more stable than you thought. Gaining a little more confidence, you took two more steps to the edge of the opening, gripped the side of the frame, and reached for the door handle. The audience was clapping politely for your ‘bravery,’ and you swore for a moment that you hear Capucine above everybody else. As you swung the door shut, you paused for a brief second when you locked eyes with Lyney. He gave you a thumbs up, and you nodded back before shutting the door.

Once again in the secluded darkness, you stepped back until you were pressed against the wall. With the dim light filtering in through the cracks of the door, you saw the strip of tape that you were supposed to stand behind. As the crowd began counting down, you were left to wait.

From the top of the box, a thin panel began slowly falling, the lowering controlled by some gears you could barely hear turning in the wall beside you. The walls were double layered, you realized, to hold the mechanisms - that explained how well they filtered out the noise. The panel landed softly on the floor, and you knew then that the same metallic stars were pasted to the other side, blocking you from view…and giving you the illusion that you’d disappeared.

The only indication that the door had opened was the sudden increase in volume from outside, filled with what you imagined were shocked gasps and conspiratorial whispers. The moment simmered for as long as Lyney held it, allowing their disbelief to be cleared and their astonishment to grow. The audience was eating everything he was feeding them - you didn’t even have to see them to tell. You could hear it in their voices, feel it in the air as plainly as you could feel the clothes on your body. When the spotlight was on him, Lyney was in complete control, from the shows to his image to the people watching on.

Finally, the box was lowered once again and the panel lifted itself up. You stepped into the middle of the box, right where you were before the trick truly started. When the door opened again, the world was flooded in a prickling white light while the crowd shrieked and applauded. The noise washed over you like a wave, all at once before fading into the background. You had preemptively covered your eyes to shield them from the light until a shadow blocked most of it for you. Blinking, you lowered your arm when realized it was Lyney standing in the doorway, haloed in the golden spotlight and holding his hand out to you.

“See? Told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” He said, smiling softly. You felt something lurch in your chest and wished you could blame it on the box settling. Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his, certain that the careful way he curled his fingers around yours was deliberate and soft. Magic and excitement may not have been your usual scene, but you let Lyney pull you into the spotlight anyway for all the theater to see.

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[blindmagdalena]

This headcanon/fic hybrid has been updated and partially rewritten to have a proper beginning, more fleshed out middle, a new ending, and better perspective. You can find it here! Anonymous asked:

Lionlander?! Idea!

What if I'm some way somehow S/o ran into Homelander and a whole scenario played out like the Lion with the thorn stuck in his paw and Homelander being the lion of course and little s/I bring the mouse lol. I can imagine it now! Homelander being in some situation where he can't believe he actually needs help (not sure what kind of situation that would be lol) uhhh how could the great Homelander get himself stuck in this mess?! Then little short adorable s/o comes along just ordinary and minding her own business and notices poor Homelander in his situation she doesn't laugh or get scared despite his grumpiness towards her instead she just smiles sweetly and comes over and helps him... Being completely warm and friendly wanting to make a new friend rather than run away...

OOHHH you know, I've been pondering the repercussions of a possible "kryptonite" for Homelander being discovered. An Anti-V, if you will. Imagine he's soaring through the sky and hears something whistling through the air behind him. Some kind of projectile? a small missile, maybe? It's nothing he hasn't handled before. It could blow up in his hand and he would be fine.

In that split second he has to react, he decides to forego dodging it, and see where it's coming from, honing in his vision, except as it gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. What the fuck? His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him in the chest, fumes filling his lungs and coating his skin. He feels like he's been turned inside out. Suddenly he's plummeting towards the ground, and crashes directly into your backyard, an eruption of snow and yard furniture.

He's out like a light, and when you muster up the courage to approach him, he's not moving. Oh god, he's not breathing. In your panic, your brain shuts off, and you act without thinking.

When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No, compressed, hands over his chest, pulsing again and again in a rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he shoves you away from him, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.

You should have flown back thirty feet with a shove like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body feels heavy. He's having trouble breathing, and his heart is pounding.

"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in.

He's wild-eyed, breathing erratic, and you're afraid he's about to put himself into cardiac arrest. He may not have his usual strength, but the brutal way he punched his palm into your chest was still no joke.

"Homelander!" You address sharply, trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. What if whoever tried to kill him is coming for him? "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."

Maybe it's something in the tone of your voice, equal parts authoritative and compassionate, or maybe it's the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.

It's pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.

You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag and a first aid kit. As you lean over him, he sees a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his palm.

Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it. You startle, looking down where he touches. You now notice the beginnings of the bruise, too. "Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as you can muster. It stings where he presses his fingers in, the skin tender. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.

I'm not worried about you, he thinks numbly. "That should have caved in your chest."

"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another. "I think these need stitches," you say, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak.

What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, and then thinks to give them CPR?

"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. Homelander catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the pain is beginning to abate.

Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent.

Thank fucking Christ.

"Okay," you say tentatively. Instead, you continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing it from his temples, down his jaw. Homelander watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.

He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head, though only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, he almost forgets you're strangers.

"What're you doing?" He asks, voice low, nearly a growl.

You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight. It's uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for the feel of it.

"I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."

"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?"

Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on baited breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.

Looking back up at you, Homelander evens his expression. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. "I need to lay low awhile." Though he can feel his powers steadily returning, it would be foolish to fly before nightfall. Whoever shot at him could have another round loaded and waiting. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.

You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.

"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."

"Stay here," Homelander says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.

Homelander watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.

After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first, but grows gradually more clear. Of all the commotion he's becoming aware of, he fixates on your breathing to drown out the rest.

After an hour, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas, even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.

From his observations , he's learned the rhythm of your heartbeat, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.

"I think it's very lucky for you that I am so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so utterly charming, Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.

"Oh, steady. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does. Homelander stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.

Homelander's lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it.

"Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.

You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.

Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hung in the doorway makes him smile deviously.

Without warning, Homelander puts his hands on your waist, and pulls you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you. He hears your heart begin to race, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.

When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed prettily from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears.

"What... was that?" You ask, dazed.

"Mistletoe," he purrs. You look up when he points, and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You ask playfully, your shoulders relaxing. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."

It's Homelander's turn to chuckle. "Oh, no. I haven't said thank you yet," he says, hands lingering on your hips. He'd only meant it to be a quick thing, but now you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licks his lips.

There's still a couple more hours until sundown. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll figure out exactly what the fuck he got blasted by. For now, he owes you a proper thank you, and himself a little Christmas treat for his trouble.

#hahaha I CHEATED and made it christmas themed!!!!! #this got WILDLY out of hand it was too long to post as an ask lmao #homelander x reader #homelander x you #my writing #depowered homelander #gonna have to go back and make that a proper tag since it's a running theme now #this definitely started as a headcanon and then went off the rails #ask and you shall receive #darling anon

[evelynpr]

How IN LOVE are the Genshin cast with the Traveler? An ANALYSIS of the cast's affinity for them based on voice lines, events and other media!

This goes for both Aether and Lumine, and even Paimon occasionally for the friendship/family tier! If there is anyone or smth I missed please feel free to add I love studying character relationships!!! Of course you are free to interpret these differently, or see it as "something more" if you wish hehe ;)

Lowest Tier : Friendly-er

These characters are here because they are not the type to have many friends, but traveler is special to them, not romantically

Raiden Ei - I interpret their relationship as one that is trying to build a stable friendship, but still recovering from past events slowly. Ei has done a lot of harm both directly and indirectly at the traveler, but has gone through the events of the quest to re-center herself in which the Traveler helped greatly. Deeply thankful is what I'm lead to believe, but casual is still iffy because of Ei's acts of cutting off all close connections in the past.

Shenhe - She is very protective of the traveler, because they were her earliest friends (yes Paimon too) and her story does revolve around her learning to fight for others (I find their friendship very sweet, but not romantic at all since Shenhe has a much longer way to go in understanding social relationships) (I'm kinda surprised I've never seen someone ship this romantically actually-)

Diluc - Definition of a Gentleman when it comes to the traveler. He always offers his support, gives his hand-picked grape juice to them for free, etc. He always sees them in high regard and trusts them greatly (but you could probably say he does the same for Kaeya, Jean, Adelinde, Elzer, basically anyone he sees as family)

Ningguang - She says herself that she keeps her friends few because of the dangers her enemies pose on those who are close to her, but as Liyue's protector she puts great trust in the traveler. Her hangout imo shows that she generally trusts us more than a business partner but as a friend (very wholesome, but nothing more than that and that's cool!)

Razor - Traveler is Lupical. Razor is inherently very protective of the people he cares about because of feeling like he failed to protect his lupical in the past (I believe that's the story behind his vision). So obviously it is not romantic, but his interactions with the Traveler, Paimon, his family and friends are just so special and heartwarming especially in his latest event (SO SWEET I LOVE FOUND FAMILY)

!! SPOILER FOR WANDERER'S STORY QUEST !!

Scaramouche/Wanderer/babygirl/whatever you named him - He clearly doesn't have that many companions (or even any at all), even less those who he shows any sign of vulnerability to. Personally I see it as one of the most interesting traveler relationships in the game yet because they both do not fully trust each other, nor fully accept the other as a friend, but because of him revealing his trauma and past to him, and also the traveler also revealing a part of their own mind and longing, they have an understanding of each other like no one else does. (I do not see this as romantic, but more like a camaraderie which may lead to a deeper connection in the future)

Side note: Most of the playable cast are friends with the traveler, I point out these people specifically because they don't show vulnerability often, or already have other of friends so these relationships have another level of importance to the character.

Middle Tier : Flirty~

These guys are sweet talkers, may or may not be into the traveler

Kaeya - He kinda just talks like that if you ask me. He genuinely cares for the traveler and the other Knights and his family, but his language is just one of the ways he puts on his persona (As Razor would put it, his "fake smile")

Lisa - "Hey cutie-" makes me feel things, ok. Other than that though, nothing tells me she's into the traveler any more than a flirty way? I mean she appreciates them for their skills and support but I think it ends there?

Kazuha - man is a sweet talker honestly. Of course he also cares for the traveler deeply, but his poetic and colorful language is from his own nature, and the traveler generally has a special presence (His language IS very pretty if you ask me haha) (I feel some would say its more *suggestive* than others so that's up to you already lmao)

If there's anyone else you think has a rather *flavorful* way of speaking to the traveler, please do let me know :> If you think these have deeper meaning though, that would be interesting

Above Average Tier : Very sweet, could be something more?

Pseudo-canon material (the comics and hangouts are great man)

Thoma - You give him flowers in his hangout, and in another ending he gives you his omamori which is very sentimental to him. Thoma is generally an incredibly sweet person, so interpret it as you please haha <3

Heizou - This is pretty romantic if you ask me (depending on your taste). He keeps saying how much he wants you to be his "partner" (technically in the investigation sense), and has dialogue about how he feels comfortable around you, it's very sweet and has potential. Not to mention "Traveler, you are so dreamy~" (I swear this guy is 80% fanservice but do you see people complaining?)

Noelle - Her hangout was really adorable, it had a very innocent and young long vibe throughout it and it's just cuteness overload :> (What I would call a babyship)

Childe - Chilumi (not counting Aether) is basically canon in one of the side comedy comics, but in game, it's implied they do battle for fun, traveler does still keep their guard up around him, but his story quest shows he puts great trust in the traveler despite their differences.

Highest Tier : VERY interested, in love even

These are all in game, and pretty canon events (Teapot lines may still be questioned on how canon they are, but further reinforce the mindsets and affinity for the traveler these characters have) (of course it still has headcanon and my own stupid simp heart but bear with me okay?)

Albedo - He always talks abt how interested he is in you (not just scientifically anymore lmao), and suggested for you to live (totally not with him) in Dragonspine. He also trusts them more than others quite explicitly. He is, I believe, deeply enamored by them because of their kindness, strength, intelligence and reliability because the traveler is the person he is most comfortable with. They are the reason he wants to interact with others more as well (Shadows Amidst Snowstorms +Teapot highlights this). The teapot lines are just the icing on the cake, man is making a MOVE on the traveler for REAL by asking him out and showing how he wants to spend more time with them.

Xiao - I feel like despite how common this pair is, it's quite overlooked just how much Xiao trusts and admires the traveler. Xiao is very sensitive about people calling him by his name to use it to control him (that is what his old master did to him) so the fact that he tells only the traveler (not just suggest mind you) to call him anywhere anytime using HIS NAME, are massive displays of vulnerability, trust and protectiveness. (I believe that protection is his main way of showing affection because others are currently an anomaly to him) Xiao also both literally and emotionally feels a calming presence around them because of their healing ability and kindness. He also just can't say no to them, and wants to understand the traveler more even if it means in partaking in "dumb human activities"

Ayaka - She sees so much freedom and beauty in the traveler it is so sweet, and it's quite obvious how much she wants to spend time and be closer with the traveler emotionally (maybe I am just a simp but please she is so tender and sincere) It is also mentioned repeatedly how much she talks about them in very high regard. Once again the teapot lines are just the sugary coat on top with "May I...hold your hand?" being one of them (I screamed like I just won 50/50 in one pull with that line)

!! SMALL SPOILER TO WANDERER'S STORY QUEST !!

The old lady of the Kamisato Estate also mentions how thrilled Ayaka is every time they're around, and also talked about how talented and admirable they are. She also implied that they are Ayaka's "Knight in Shining Armor" and that she talks about them all the time. Idk if you need anymore convincing at this point of how much Ayaka likes the traveler after that.

SIDE NOTE : I find it refreshing and fascinating how the genders actually seem quite mixed and what relationships characters have with the traveler are varied. I really appreciate the writing team for the amount of detail they put into them!

AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW!!! This is my longest post yet soooo THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR AND ACTUALLY READ THIS!!

#some media lacking here are web events and prob other teapot + voice lines #ofc i have my own traveler ships but I tried to not tie them too heavily to the making of this list #so glad I finished this only after scara's quest #raiden shogun #raiden ei #Shenhe #Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #Ningguang #scaramouche #wanderer #the balladeer #scaraether #scaralumi #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin lisa #lisa minci #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #Thoma #genshin thoma #heizou #shikanoin heizou #genshin noelle #childe #tartaglia #EvelynPRtext #evelynpr genshin

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes.

If you haven’t read the first three Acts, I highly recommend catching up before starting Act IV. CLICK HERE to check out the first chapter of Act I on DeviantArt!

I hope you enjoy! 💕💕💕

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Riri had always dreamed of this day. From the swishy, pink dress to the three-inch high heels that forced her to exaggerate the sway of her diaper butt, she was barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She supposed it was funny that while most girls dream of being a bride or a Maid of Honor, it was the role of the bridesmaid that she’d always had her eye on. Looking down the aisle, her vision was obscured by Ellie, who preceded her in the wedding processional. This kept her firmly in the middle of the pack as the assortment of bridesmaids and groomsmen approached the altar.

Not that Riri minded. She didn’t need the attention of being first in line like Ellie did, nor was she interested in Stacy’s role as Maid of Honor. The idea of being the absolute center of attention and having to make some big speech in front of a bunch of people made her queasy. No, the middle of the wedding party was perfect for her. She smiled softly, her heart warmed by her love for everyone around her. 

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Heavy, lustful breaths filled the Padded Palace’s dimly lit nursery. The smell of sweat, sex, and messy diapers clung to the air, making it dank and musty. Raising her quivering right hand from its mushy padding paradise between her thighs, Riri was at a loss for what she’d done and what she’d allowed to happen to Connor. She slumped down in her spot against the drawers of the changing table, letting the fallout of a half-dozen shameful climaxes radiate off her.

Likewise, Connor was equally floored following the number of Big O’s he’d had. Though, unlike Riri, he hadn’t the foggiest idea how many brain-melting orgasms had occurred within his brown-coated padding, having given up counting by the time he hit double digits. Or at least, that's what it felt like. For all he knew, it was all just one giant, unending orgasm brought about by the ceaseless buzzing of a pink pocket vibrator. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t so much as pry his eyes open. All he could do was lay in the middle of the nursery in a state of mind-boggling bliss.

“Hey Connor, are you still with us?” asked Stacy, waving a hand in front of his narrow eyelids to test his consciousness. Other than a momentary grumble, the sissified and baby-brained caregiver was out like a light. Perfect timing too considering the massive yawn that Stacy let out as she clicked off the egg vibrator. A speedy glance at the analog clock hanging above the doorway showed the hour hand pointed up at one while the minute hand was pointing downward at six, meaning it was far, far past her usual bedtime, “Wow, it got late fast. I swear I used to be better at staying up this late.”

Ellie, meanwhile, did not share in Stacy’s late-night fatigue. “Y’all are weak. It’s only 1:30!” she said, her sleep schedule in a constant state of flux thanks to numerous all-night gaming sessions. If anything, the ongoing sleepover only elevated her typical post-midnight energy kick. With Stacy seeming like a hard no and Connor out of commission, she turned to the only other person she could, “How bout you, Riri? Wanna pull an all-nighter?”

“Oh…uh…no, I think I’m good,” said Riri, sounding a tad more honest than she realized. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly in the mindset to be put on the spot. At least Ellie’s question snapped her out of the zoned mental state she was in. Pushing herself off the ground, she climbed onto the changing table in desperate need of a fresh diaper.

Unfortunately, Ellie wasn’t too elated by the news that she was on the verge of becoming a slumber party of one. “Ugh, fine! You two can be babies and go to bed. Connor and I are gonna stay up and gossip about both of you,” she said, sprawling out on her stomach next to Connor’s near-lifeless figure, “So, Connor, what did you think of your first ABDL sleepover? Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Mumbling incoherently in response, it was safe to say that Connor was in no position to answer complex questions. He raised his head slightly for a second before thumping it back down against the carpet conked out.

For Stacy, Connor’s nonsensical babble was the final straw when it came to Ellie’s antics. “Ellie, quit messing with Connor. Don’t you see what a sleepy baby he is?” she said, chuckling at her own deadpan, “In fact, since you’ve got so much energy, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fix Connor a water bottle before bed? Can’t have him dehydrating after all those cummies.” She padded the front of Conor’s diaper for emphasis, feeling an abundance of power as he shuddered from head to toe.

“Ugh! Fine but not because you told me to. I’m only doing it for Connor,” replied Ellie, sticking her tongue out at Stacy before hopping to her feet and exiting toward the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes at Ellie’s brattiness, Stacy waited until the spunky redhead had left the nursery to will herself to move. After kneeling in front of Connor’s diaper for over an hour, the relief she felt when stretching out her legs was euphoric. She cracked each knee before shifting herself toward the top half of Connor’s body. “Okay, Connor, I need to you to wake up for just a second,” she said, wanting to make sure they didn’t fuck the senses out of him entirely. Snapping her fingers on each side of his head, she watched his eyes flicker open and shut, unable to fully regain his cognizance, “Do you at least know your name?”

“C-Con…Con…nie…” muttered Connor as his eyes sealed back up.

“Close enough,” shrugged Stacy, who was too tired to need one hundred percent accuracy. 

However, while Stacy paid no mind to Connor’s flub, the same could not be said for Riri. Pausing mid-diaper change, her head whipped in Connor’s direction. She wanted to investigate more but with Stacy present, the best she could do for now was make a mental note of this for later.

“Annnnnnnd we’re moving. Very good,” said Stacy, failing to hide her condescension as she helped Connor sit upright. While out of it, he was at least still able to move in response to Stacy’s guiding hands. That being said, while Connor may have had a slim frame, Stacy wasn’t exactly a heavyweight, making the prospect of moving him beyond this point alone more daunting, “Hey Riri, could you give me a hand? We need to get the perv to his crib.”

Glaring at Stacy’s cruel nickname for Connor, Riri had half a mind to ignore Stacy altogether. Sadly, doing so would leave Connor with only Stacy to care for him. “One sec,” she said, rushing to finish taping her diaper to her hips.

Together, Riri and Stacy hoisted Connor up by his arms and carted him over to Skye’s crib, laying him down right as Ellie returned with a bottle in hand. “Aww! I wanted to tuck him in,” she whined, hoping to be a part of as many “firsts” for Connor as possible. Approaching the crib with the water-filled baby bottle in hand, this misstep would not deter her from a night of playing caregiver, “This means I get to feed him. It’s only fair.”

“Yeah, fair-shmair. Gimme that,” said Stacy, promptly yoinking the bottle from Ellie’s unsuspecting hands, “Besides, there’s no way you’re big enough to feed someone else. You’re like the smallest one here.”

Puffing up her cheeks, Ellie’s face turned red with rage. “Nuh-uh! I’m plenty Big, thank you very much!” she said, her defensiveness amplifying her immaturity. Not that she was prepared to acknowledge that as she doubled down, “And weren’t you supposed to be sleepy? Little babies shouldn’t fib. It’s not very-” She cut herself off, abruptly reaching forward to steal the bottle back from Stacy.

Tragically, Ellie’s reflexes were nowhere near as good as they were when playing video games. Having seen Ellie’s next move from a mile away, Stacy dodged Ellie’s advance effortlessly. She then used Ellie’s momentum against her, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking it down harshly to shock Ellie into submission. “Little babies also shouldn’t backtalk. Maybe you need to be reminded of that,” she said, landing a single smack on Ellie’s crinkly bottom.

It may have only been one hit but that was more than enough for Ellie. Between that and Stacy’s vicious tone, her heart was beating with genuine fear. Though, this wasn’t the kind of fear that made someone hide under the covers. This was an erotic kind of fear, propelling her to obey or else see further wrath inflicted upon her. Usually, Carol was the only one to have this kind of effect on her so for Stacy to trigger this reaction within her now was a display of power she was unprepared for. “O-Okie,” she said, her arousal growing yet again.

“There, that’s more like it,” said Stacy, claiming the vacant role of caregiver that Connor had left up for grabs. Positioning herself next to Connor in Skye’s crib, she leaned Connor into her before presenting him with the rubber-topped bottle, “Open wide, baby. Mama Stacy has something that’ll make you feel all better,” she said, carefully easing the bottle in between Connor’s lips and tilting it upright like she’d see Mal and Latasha do numerous times. She smiled cruelly as a fiercely dehydrated Connor eagerly lapped up the bottle, “There you go. So docile and pathetic. Letting yourself lose all control…in more ways than one. I wonder what Latasha will think when she finds you like this. I’m not so certain she’ll want to keep a pitiful pissbaby on her payroll. Don’t worry, though. If that happens, Mama Stacy will let you come live with her…as a dolly, of course.”

“That’s enough!” shouted Riri, refusing to stand idly by so that Stacy could live out some caregiver revenge fantasy, “You had your fun with Connor but he’s still the one actually in charge here. Do you really think Latasha will fire him for this? We both know this whole charade is over as soon as she’s home. She won’t just let you take over her nursery because you want to.”

“WRONG!” yelled Stacy, trumping Riri’s volume by a significant margin, “THIS is an ABDL roleplay daycare. If I want to be a Big moving forward, that’s MY decision. I pay to be here, same as you.”

Stepping back from the crib as her confidence faded, Riri could argue a lot of things but she couldn’t deny the truth in Stacy’s statement. There were no rules barring anyone from participating in caregiver RP. As much as she wanted to fight Stacy on this, her only real argument had fallen flat, leaving her with no choice but to stand by and let Stacy have her way.

Stacy didn’t need a verbal response from Riri to know she had won this round handily. A sadistic smirk formed on her face. Having put both Ellie and Riri in their places, she resumed her feeding with Connor. This was her nursery now.

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[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts headcanons :)? also what show would you have them do if there were a s5 :D

oh my goodness yes hsmtmts headcanons! I have some that I’ve been thinking about so apologies if this is a horrific mess that jumps all over the place :) also this is going to be very very long so apologies 🥰

after the whole “Romeo and Juliet announcement” for Christmas they get twin golden retriever puppies, one for each of them, and name them Romeo and Juliet. Juliet belongs to Ricky and Romeo belongs to Gina. Romeo is affectionately known as ro or romey and Juliet is affectionately known as ju or juju. (pretty sure this one has been said by people already but I LOVE the idea of it and i had to add Juliet)

furthermore on the Romeo and Juliet topic after Mack leaves Quinn asks Ricky to step in 😍

this is more down the line but I have a vision for in the future when Ashlyn and Maddox want kids. they want to adopt though, and as soon as they find the perfect little red haired munchkin Maddox immediately goes to the hardware store and buys tons of paint and they redo an entire room in their cute little cottage for their kid. idk why but that just came to me in the middle of the night, I had an image in my head of Maddie FaceTiming jet covered in paint laughing/crying as they finish up the room.

jet asks Kourtney out at the big New Year’s Eve party at Ashlyn’s. Enough said. she giggles and accepts and the two become a power couple and a force to be reckoned with.

ricky and Gina continue to meet in the secret stairwell and he continues to climb up through her window even after their relationship goes public

We don’t know what ej is majoring in (at least I don’t remember) so during the middle of his freshmen year he switches it to education. he becomes a teacher and goes somewhere else (somewhere in the Midwest maybe?) to teach middle school sports.

ricky pursues music through college and ends up becoming a famous singer/songwriter/music producer similar to nini but he ends up writing a lot of the songs and soundtracks for Gina’s movies.

Gina pursues her acting career and ends up becoming a total rockstar but she never changed her values and who she is. her and Ricky attend every premiere together

when Dewey gets too old to run camp shallow lake anymore, guess who he asks to take over? Maddox. she happily accepts and moves her and Ashlyn and their red haired baby (ash and Maddie are not married yet btw - can you adopt and still not be married? Dumb question maybe lol) over to California. and one day as they’re going through each of the cabins seeing what shape everything is in, they stop by the honeycomb bunk. Lo and behold as they walk in is a magnificent beautiful romantic picture before Maddox, with a huge framed picture of her and Ashlyn and tons of wild flowers and all her favorite guitars and things. She turns around… and there’s ash with a ring. Ashlyn doesn’t even get to pop the question until Maddox screams and tackles her, laughing and saying “I have to show you something!” She pulls ash behind her over to the theater barn and there is almost an identical setup on the stage, except all of Ashlyn’s favorite things. and now Maddox has a ring. You can guess how it ends. (sorry this one was super long but once I got started I couldn’t stop)

ricky has always enjoyed doing public things for Gina, as we’ve seen. He’s always shouting about his love for her in public, serenading her randomly as they walk through town, etc. well his proposal is exactly the same. They’re on the red carpet for a movie Gina had been kicking butt in (literally, it’s an action movie). (like everyone else has said, they got married young. You decide what age you want specifically) Ricky had been acting a bit nervous and Gina didn’t know why. once they got on the red carpet, in the very center of all those cameras and fans, Ricky took her hand and got down on one knee. Gina’s jaw dropped as Ricky gave the most beautiful profound speech in the world since “I love you forever” and immediately Gina started crying as she said “yes yes infinity times yes!” and everyone cheered and Ricky gave her the biggest hug of his life and spun her around did not let go of her for the rest of the night. *side note: when a reporter asked Ricky if he was nervous about proposing to Gina since it’s very public and what if she says no, Ricky replied with a “that’s not why I was nervous at all. No, I wasn’t nervous that Gina would reject me. We’ve been dating for so long, it’s just- we just get each other. We complete each other. I promised her forever and I’m never going back on that promise. because I do love her forever. No, the only reason I was nervous is because it’s so loud here and I didn’t know if she would hear the things I was saying. I was speaking from the heart! and because I’m on tv being recorded, obviously, what if I mess up and do something stupid? but no, I wasn’t worried at all that Gina would say no.” 🩷 (this one was also extremely long sorry!)

Saw some other rina headcanons (sorry this post might be a lot about them bc I’m in love with them so yeah) but one of them was Ricky gets Gina mystery childcare’s every Valentine’s Day and she literally knows who they’re from but plays along anyway because he’s adorable

Carlos and Seb continue to be a little on again off again through college but eventually settle down in a far-style version of glamping with a huge fancy central house and then a rusty old barn for Seb to do this thing with the cows and such

they have both boys and girls and Carlos insists on having a quince for every one of them (I’m thinking big family…)

all of the respective couples when they have kids name miss Jenn as the godmother 🥹

kourtney is a cat person. idk why. but you cannot change my mind. she’s gonna be a crazy old fashionista grandma with tons of cats telling her grandkids stories while her is half asleep next to her waking up every so often to say “and then I…” and then falling back to sleep

speaking of jetney, jet needs 60 million pep talks before he proposes to kourt - it takes a LOOOOOOOONNGGGG time

i imagine their proposal to be somewhere like iconic. idk I don’t have any ideas where - maybe somewhere overseas?? Kourtney makes her Sharpay dreams come true

Kourtney becomes a world renowned fashion designer and jet is just along for the ride. they have twin boys and a girl and he raises them while working some boring 9-5 job but he loves raising his kids and teaching them all about music and their mama since she’s gone a lot. But they FaceTime every day after school whenever Kourtney’s away for her job, it’s the best part of any day

jenn and mazzy love New Zealand so much that they end up moving there once miss Jenn retires (don’t worry, it’s not for a long time) and when everyone goes for a big reunion party to celebrate the 25th anniversary of hsm4

mike and Lynn don’t actually get back together… do they actually get back together in canon? Or are they just like more friendly towards each other and not so standoffish? Because I dunno, a divorce is very final and then getting back together just offsets the whole change thing Ricky’s gone through. But anyways, that’s just me

nini goes on tour Ricky and Kourtney’s freshmen year in college and Kourtney comes back from Lewis to see her perform in Salt Lake City. nini gets everyone prime seating - even Emmy and jet and Ricky - and they all go and have the best time ever. Ricky and nini don’t kill each other on sight and turns out nini is the biggest die hard rina fan ever and ends up writing a song for them on their wedding day. her and Ricky go back to being better friends and things aren’t so tense after they have a huge raging private concert between them too where they sing all of the thoughts they’ve ever had about each other and just let it all out. It’s very therapeutic for them and helps them understand each other a bit more (same vibe as portwells lil thing in season four where Gina apologizes to ej)

and I’m out of characters soooo more hc and what show they do on the way!! Hope you enjoy!

#hsmtmts #cant believe I ran out of characters #This was such a good ask!! #I’m definitely going to be making a part two answering what show :) #hopefully it won’t take forever #I’m on break so this week I will probably have time #thanks for reading! #rina #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #hsmtmts season 4 #ej caswell #kourtney greene #madlyn #carlos rodriguez #ashlyn caswell #maddox hsmtmts #jetney #jet hsmtmts #emmy hsmtmts #miss jenn #benjamin mazzara #ricky bowen #seb matthew smith #and anyone else in the show lol I’m too tired to tag the rest of them #there’s too many people in this show fr lmao

[where-is-francis]

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝘿𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙣 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙?

[𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩

𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙮

𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨]

𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝!𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄: 𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

Before You Interact || Part I

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Weird things have started happening in Hawkins. When Eddie is nowhere to be found, he asks for help from the only person who might be able to navigate the situation. (Based on the songs by Secret Shame)

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him [fem-aligned DNI, you have enough stuff]

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Part angst, part fluff

𝘼/𝙉: Yes this took forever to write. Yes it’s going to take forever to read. Yes I’m going to make this a full blown series bc I love to torture myself. Acting like Secret Shame was around in ‘86 bc they would’ve done MAAAD NUMBERS with the goths. Hope you guys enjoy having my cats tho; I love them dearly and had to add them.

𝙏𝙒: In depth description of nightmare-vision hybrid, Eddie switches between (Y/N) and calling you Salem as a nickname, mention/use of drugs (weed), character death (Fred), lmk if I need to tag for anything else.

In the shadows of a setting sun, you stood in the forest. The thick foliage that grew from the branches of pine trees created a cloud above your head. Beneath your beat up Chucks were dead leaves of darkened orange scattering the ground. The forest was familiar; not in appearance, but in a gut feeling.

Train tracks had divided the forest floor into two parts, splitting it so simply like they nearly grew in with the fauna. Colors that might have been were now gone — you were too late for them; leaving only lifeless browns and grays. You began walking, quickly crossing the tracks, and entering the new tree line.

There wasn’t much of a motive or goal in mind. In all honesty, you couldn’t remember what you were doing out at night in the first place. But still, you continued — like a pull string was tugging gently at your body. The energy of the forest was strange, like it was empty. There were no birds singing, or squirrels chattering. As you looked around, there were no animals to begin with.

Sound only came from the leaves and twigs that crunched under your shoes. Just in the distance was an abandoned bike. A shudder ran down your spine at the sight of it — why would anybody leave their bike in the middle of the woods? You really didn’t want to stay and find out, so you curved to the left and kept walking.

The trees seemed to turn more gray in color as you continued on. Even though the forest was silent and only occupied by yourself, it felt like you were being watched. Every single step added to your uneasiness until you found a barren clearing.

It was a perfect circle of gray grass in the midst of the woods. The plants that grew upwards were nearly blue in tint. You could see a walkie talkie in the center of the patch that rang with garbled static. But not just any static; Should I Stay or Should I Go played as the chorus repeated itself.

Each repetition brought on a more sinister sound, like it was descending further and further into the words of Satan himself. When your eyes moved up from the walkie, you saw a girl.

She looked familiar, but very out of place. The gray surroundings seemed to blend into her clothes, but short red hair was nearly vibrant enough to make you wince.

“Can you see me? It’s been so long. I don’t like it here.”

You wanted to go talk to her — see if she needed help, or knew where you were — but after saying a name, she faded to smoke. You could feel the pressure building up in your throat to block it from making any noise. People began emerging from the tree line to invade the small circle you were standing in.

“We’ve been building it.” They chanted.

You were panicked at the sight, and bolted in the opposite direction of the hoard. The oak and pine trees had started to turn into a singed bark. They looked like they’d been burnt, and every footfall sent dust and ash flying into the air. You were quick to pull the collar of your shirt to use as a makeshift mask, but the chanting crowd behind you was keeping you moving.

One tree that came into your line of sight was a lot thicker. In the center was a grandfather clock, emerging from the trunk like a deceptively benign tumor. This time, a girl’s screaming rang through. She was nearby. Upon further inspection, the other side of the tree had another hole — but it was boarded up from the inside.

You began to panic, telling the girl you were going to help her, and started forcefully kicking at the boards. All of the hits landed like you were fluffing a pillow; it wasn’t going to budge.

“I’m trying! I’m trying, I promise!” You yelled.

“Don’t leave me here! Don’t leave me here!”

In a last ditch effort, you started slamming the boards with your shoulder. Part of one broke and sent the odor of mold and mildew flying in the air. The girl that was trapped inside began to reach her hand out, occasionally looking through to see where she was grabbing.

But she didn’t have eyes.

It was Chrissy.

Once again the crowd had approached, but it was led by Billy. Unlike Chrissy, his eyes were wide open — tears welling up and streaming down his face with an unwavering voice.

“Just be very still. It’ll all be over soon.”

The girl began to wail. “Eddie, don’t leave me here!”

You kept running, faintly hearing Chrissy’s screams fade to nothingness. All of the ash and dust gave way to a new land as you neared another tree line. It was all blue; red lightning flashing silently in the skies above. The large house seemed to hover above the ground as a marionette on strings.

Something inside your gut knew the house. You’d seen it before. It was huge and sinister, but you wanted nothing more than to escape Billy’s crowd; leading you to crash full-force through a back window. As you got up, you could only feel the floors — not the glass shards that snagged into the fabric of your clothes.

Like the walkie in the field, there was a radio playing Dream a Little Dream of Me. It repeated in the same way but shocked you when the line didn’t begin to distort. You were looking for a weapon and a place to hide all at once, but the house was only filled with old furniture. You saw two large pocket doors and began to go through them, ending up in a dining room.

A man and a woman sat with two kids at the long table of a grand formal dining room. The song from the radio in the other room had stopped, and nobody at the table noticed your appearance. They continued on with dinner like in a TV show, carelessly eating from the expensive plates. It all felt so fake and staged; contrasting greatly to the other rooms that had been left to decay.

You ran up beside the man, crouching to a level where he might be able to see your face. “Can you hear me? Hey — we need to leave! He’s coming!”

As the words left your mouth, you didn’t know who you were referring to. But it certainly wasn’t Billy.

Nobody in the family so much as batted an eye at your warning; it was like you were a ghost. But if somebody just made dinner, they had to have knives in the kitchen. Across the long room was another set of old wooden pocket doors. With a bit of force, they slid back on the hinges and presented a new scene.

It was a boy with glasses, staring out into the road as a car went up in flames. The road sign at the side of the road was too fuzzy to make out the state route number, but you instantly knew it was in Hawkins. Orange and red flames licked at the totaled car with glass shattered and spread beneath. The boy beyond the doors could only turn to look at you, flames being reflected in his glasses.

“You can stop this.”

The doors you’d just opened had slammed shut on their own, causing you to stumble and fall backwards. Once again, the family eating dinner was unfazed by the events. No, not just unfazed — they were completely and utterly unaware.

You began to try another door. This time it was the kitchen pantry. There was nothing abnormal at first, just a long and skinny room with shelves and cans, and a window at the opposite end. Just beyond the warped glass panes was a boy in a basketball uniform screaming for mercy. It sounded like he was losing a fist fight.

“It’s not too late! It’s not too late yet!” He shouted, but you didn’t know who it was directed at.

This time, you closed the door on your own. If you couldn’t manage to break some boards in the woods, there was no way you could help. And it hurt to admit it. While still panicked, you stood completely frozen in the kitchen.

“No, Billy, please — it’s not true—”

“I think you wanted me to die that day. We both know it, Max. Is it so hard to admit?”

At the sound of her voice, you turned to see your friend backing into the foyer. A sickening version of her older brother began to morph as he walked her back through the hall. The two passed a large grandfather clock, whose hands spun wildly, going backwards at dizzying pace.

“You can’t fight it, you knew it was coming.”

The voice didn’t belong to Billy anymore — at least it wasn’t his alone. There was a haunting and gravelly second voice that seemed to echo from every crack and crevice in the house. Finally feeling like you could move again, you dodged through a second entrance to the kitchen; it was further in the back and would let you get close to Max without crossing Billy’s path.

Max watched in horror through burning eyes as blood began to stain her hands. It had a mind of its own and soaked the sleeves of her windbreaker, trailing up her arms like some sort of leak. Billy’s wound on his abdomen seemed to pulse and spread in the same way; the blood soaked through his white tank top as he got closer to the young girl.

It was horrific. You couldn’t move or make any noise to help her. The puppet of Billy moved his glance from Max to you, cocking his head to the side. He saw you, but you’d seen everything you were meant to. He reached out a shrouded, claw-like hand to the point where it was just a small space away.

“Now you’ve seen what I have planned. It’s time for you… to go.”

The jolt that ripped through your body was enough to shake the entire bed, and disturbed the pair of cats that rested on the pillows. You were covered in a thin layer of sweat paired with a heaving breath. It wasn’t unusual to have a panic attack after a nightmare, but everything you saw was so vivid and so real.

You began to slowly ground yourself in the only way that seemed to work. Unable to speak, you repeated ‘head, shoulders, knees and toes’ in your mind to calm down. A few lines went by and you could whisper the words. A few more and you could do the motions.

It was strange but soothing, almost like being rocked to sleep. You were no stranger to waking up disoriented, but this felt different. As soon as you woke up, the nightmare was ejected from your memories. It was as if it didn’t exist anymore.

Eddie was still asleep beside you, even throughout all of the commotion that just happened. You turned to see how peaceful he looked while dead asleep as the sun casted rays over his pale skin. In the far window of the bedroom was where you hung the sun-catcher. Countless mornings were spent admiring the many vivid colors that flooded the walls and ceiling, but now they draped over Eddie’s bare skin like a silken sheet.

Even though he still needed to get cleaned up, he was still gorgeous. A sharp jawline, lips that were always just a bit pouty, and that mess of brown waves — you just wanted to take in every single detail for the rest of your life.

The duo of black and orange cats began to wake up and stretch. One classic ‘downward dog cat’, another, and then a scrunch that practically begged for belly rubs. Val let out a pleased yawn as your (s/c) hand made contact with the creamsicle-colored spot on her stomach. Dracula, however, was very much impatient for breakfast and gave you a glare strong enough to kill.

You slid from the bed without disturbing Eddie, leaving him to sleep as much as he wanted. The sight of his Hellfire shirt and dusty black jeans on the floor prompted you to scoop them up, figuring he’d probably feel better if they were washed. Your eyes wandered up the side of the bed to his closed ones. The dark gray duvet was being held tightly in his hand (most likely keeping you from stealing it in the night), while the other draped off the bed. He was too tired to even set his beloved rings on the nightstand that was mere inches from where his arm now rested.

It occurred to you how hungry he’d be when he woke up. Even if it wasn’t for a few hours, he could just reheat whatever you decided to make. With dirty clothes in one arm, you cracked open the door to let the cats go downstairs first. Something about the midday was peaceful, but especially considering everything that was happening. Your bare feet padded down the carpeted hall and down the stairs before landing on the hardwood.

Though you’d lived in the same house your entire life, it was routine to reach the bottom of the stairs and wish you had socks on. The smell of your mother’s perfume still lingered in the air where she’d forgotten to put it on until she was practically out the door. Off to the side in the dining room, the newspaper was open and left with a completed crossword puzzle — the only sign your dad had left for work. You made your way into the kitchen with the cats and contemplated what to make for breakfast.

A short lavender-colored bench that sat by a large window was quickly occupied by two cats as they waited for their own food. You mindlessly scooped some into separate bowls, then carefully set it on the bench. Even though they were sisters, they weren’t very keen on sharing.

With the cats taken care of, you moved back to the fridge and tried to decide what to make. The duo ate in peace by the window, occasionally sparing glances as you wreaked havoc behind the counter. Your memory of the dream from earlier was now somewhere far gone, but the energy from it lingered. It was impossible to recall even the vaguest of events from it, but it still left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

What had gone on? It wasn’t typical for you to forget a dream completely. Especially if it had been bad enough to have you feeling disoriented after waking up. You sighed and continued to crack some eggs into the pan, hoping the memory would come back with time.

Upstairs, Eddie groaned in annoyance as the sun trailed his eyes. He used a hand to block it for a split second before not recognizing where he was. Instead of the dusty boat in his dealer’s shed, he was wrapped in soft bedsheets. The brunette moved to take in his surroundings and remembered the events of the night before. He came to your window for help, you had a vision, some lights exploded, and he passed the fuck out.

With a voice still hoarse he started to ask the time, but the opposite side of the bed was empty. You weren’t there. The rest of the room was barren as well. It was only him.

“No, no — fuck!”

The sensation of his heart picking up in panic was enough to pull him from the comfortable bed. There was no trace of you or indication of where you’d gone. Eddie’s mind began to reel and send horrible images to the forefront; the mere thought of you ending up mangled like Chrissy made him nauseous.

With a layer of cold sweat covering his body, he bolted to the hallway to look for you. The bathroom was empty, same with the master bedroom and office. Every empty room made the contents of his stomach claw in an attempt to be released. His doe-like eyes began to burn with the familiar sensation of tears beginning to form.

You came into the other male’s view at the perfect time, causing him to slide to a halt. You weren’t a tortured puppet splayed out on the ground; instead, you padded around the kitchen with Val on your shoulder while making breakfast. The tv in another room was cranked pretty loud — suddenly making sense why you hadn’t heard him the commotion upstairs.

In tune to whatever was on MTV, you turned around and jumped at the sight of the brunette standing there. His breathing was heavy and face streaked with tears. Val hopped from your shoulders when you shook them in an attempt to get her off. Your heart sank into your stomach at the sight of Eddie all worked up.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” A hand reached out to grab Eddie’s, but he retracted and used it to wipe his face instead.

“I’m fine, just that fucking incense, man. Always bothers my eyes.”

The lie wasn’t believable in the slightest, but you didn’t want to push. He sat down at the counter as you returned to flip the slices of toast in the skillet. Val sat next to the brunette and gazed up at him with wide eyes. Eddie returned the look, scrunching his nose in a playful way while leaning closer. Even though she wasn’t exactly social, there always seemed to be a bit of favoritism shown towards Eddie.

With the eggs done, you plated them and passed them across the counter, before turning to grab the hot sauce. Your form caught the male’s attention as he faced your back, gladly watching you finish the toast. At first the feeling was strange; the entire town had been convinced in a single day that the Eddie Munson was a Satanic and ritualistic murderer. If his name hadn’t already been dragged through the mud enough, it just got even worse. But even in the mess, there was you.

His best friend with the most gorgeous eyes in Hawkins. His best friend with the warmest heart (and bed) who believed him before he so much as clambered in through the window. Even though his bandmates loved him dearly — and he returned their affections — Eddie wondered if they would’ve done the same thing you had if he’d turned up to one of their places instead.

You carefully watched as he poked at the last bit of food on the plate, while his own eyes were glazed over in thought. It wasn’t rare for him to zone out, but the expression on his face was unreadable.

“I threw your clothes in the wash before you got up. I’ve got extra towels and some pajamas drying if you wanna shower or something when you’re done.” Your voice pulled him from his previous thoughts.

At the offer, the other male hastily finished his breakfast and went upstairs. He wasted no time running the water as hot as possible. It was hard not to notice how nice your house was, especially as the brunette stood in the large bathroom. Something about the upscale fixtures and colorful tiles made him feel a bit smaller, a bit out of place as he entered the shower.

Hot water hitting his back was enough to earn a small groan of satisfaction. Every drop combined with the rising steam began to flood the weighted stress down the drain. It was impossible for him to keep one subject close in mind without jumping to another. Even after the constant movement from his train of thought, something specific continued to come up.

Things with you felt different and that was only made more obvious with the relative silence of the bathroom. Eddie’s feelings for other guys weren’t unusual and only caught up with him a handful of times; always trailing at his heels like a thin cloud of fog. Eventually he was suffocated and couldn’t speak a word of them, like once they’d come out of his mouth he wouldn’t be able to run away.

All that running just led him back to you.

The way your arms rested over his during the night, not once leaving his side. His bare back pressed just close enough to your chest was enough to keep him sane. To keep him safe from everything that had happened. Was he foolish to be thinking about you this way, given the timing of it all? Your friendship was somewhere between best friends and partners. And although he desperately hoped that, one day, it would be the latter — the lines were still blurred between them.

Having decided it was enough of the internal monologue, Eddie finished in the shower and stepped out. He felt a bit better, staring comfortably into the hazy mirror reflection; though still small in comparison to the somewhat expensive room, he was beginning to feel like himself again.

Across the hall, your door was cracked open, granting Eddie a glance at your relaxed state. Said door was nudged open carefully and he entered the room in search of one of the (many) shirts that was left at your place.

Nothing needed to be said.

Something about his build was so elegant in such a way you couldn’t pinpoint. His body was hand sculpted by the gods, but he remained blissfully unaware. Small freckles dotted his back just beneath the ends of his hair, similar to constellations that you’d spend a bit too much time trying to make out. His tattoos always seemed so dark in comparison to his pale complexion like they were brand new with fresh ink.

His brown waves splayed out over his shoulders and trailed down just enough to cover the tattoos on the left side of his chest. Of course you’d seen them before — he never stopped showing them off — but seeing them all displayed at once was enough to put you in a trance.

Outside the carefully decorated walls, dogs from other yards began to bark and growl. Eddie’s brows furrowed as he glanced from the window and finally found the cause of the canine disturbance. He immediately dropped and stumbled backwards a bit, falling on his ass.

“Shit—! Uh, Salem? We have a fucking problem!” His voice came out hushed through gritted teeth.

Just beyond the branches of the tall oak, you saw the issue. A cop car was parked on the street in front of a neighboring house while two deputies talked with the older man next door. There weren’t any sirens or lights, which was enough to be thankful for, but the current situation was far less than ideal. In your stunned state, Eddie took it upon himself to close the curtains, making sure nobody could see him do so.

The look of fear was back again. It rolled in beads down his face like the extra water that stayed tucked into his hairline. Though inevitable, it was only a matter of time until they came to ask if you knew of Eddie Munson’s whereabouts. You searched around the room in a panicked state and tried to come up with an option to keep him safe.

There was no telling if the neighbors saw him the night before — no indication as to whether the place would be searched. But it was better safe than sorry.

“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” You grinned nervously.

Confused, the other male shrugged. Just beyond your bedroom door and in the hallway was a box in the center of the ceiling. It had been a hasty addition to the house — and your dad was sure to mention that every time a leak sprung up. Luckily that last minute addition made it rather inconspicuous. You reached up to grab the small pull to open up the hatch. The folding ladder cascaded down to the floor.

Eddie gave a blank stare. “You have got to be shitting me.”

“I know, I know, it sucks — but this is our best option right now.” You groaned. “It’s just a precaution.”

So he started to climb. The small ladder teetered a bit under the new weight but had been steadied by your hands. Every so often you would glance to the door to make sure they weren’t there yet. Eddie muttered and cursed under his breath and brought a hand up to swat at the spiderwebs near the entrance.

He had reached the attic, though crawlspace might’ve been a more apt description. As expected, it was pitch black in any crevice that the light couldn’t reach. But if it was between getting covered in some spiderwebs or being hauled off by the cops — the spiders were looking a lot more friendly.

Down on the second floor you had started to fold the ladder again. Eddie stopped it before the door could be shut all the way.

“Do you even have a plan?”

“Of course I have a plan.” You grinned like it was nothing.

He seemed to take a bit of comfort in your words. The door was shut, and you reached up to hide the pull string. Hiding him was the easy part, and soon you’d have to face the hard part alone.

The rooms downstairs echoed with a few loud knocks on the front door. A knot in your stomach worked itself tighter and tighter with each knock from the door. Though merely a few steps away, the path from the staircase to the front door may as well have been a mile long. Your hand trembled a bit as you turned the doorknob.

Callaghan and Powell turned to meet your eyes and stony expression. Any nerves or fear that were grasping for dear life had been swallowed down far enough, instead replaced with a hardened facade. They stated your full name as a question, to which you nodded, and let them continue.

“We were wondering if we could talk to you about Eddie Munson?” It came as more of a request than a demand.

No matter how much easier it would’ve been to deny and slam the door in their faces, it wasn’t smart. You opened the door and gestured to the desolate living room. A simple look of fondness took over for a minute as they began to glance at the family photos on the wall. It was as if, even for a split second, they forgot about the entire situation.

The aged floral couch shifted uncomfortably when you sat down on the end. The officers followed, Powell taking a seat at the edge of your dad’s chair and Callaghan on the corner of the coffee table. Their eyes shifted from each other, to you, and back again. Once finished, they asked how you knew him. And then when you’d last seen Eddie.

Your nose scrunched a bit in faux annoyance. “That douche bag? Friday night. We had a club event going on during the championship game.”

Lying definitely wasn’t a skill you’d boast about to most people, but it did come in handy. You weren’t just good, you were too good. And if it meant lying to keep Eddie safe, you’d do it a million times over.

Callaghan took out a small notebook from the breast pocket of his uniform and began to fill it with chicken scratch. The officers asked for you to continue the story.

“There’s really not much to tell — I’m sorry about that. We did our club thing, and as soon as we were done, I came home.”

“I’m guessing you and Eddie aren’t on the best terms?” Powell asked, quickly gaining confirmation.

“Nope. He asked me if I’d be willing to help out with the band, and I said yes. We had a couple practices and whatever, then I was kicked out nearly as soon as I joined. No explanation or anything.”

An hour or so passed as you continued to feed the lie to the officers. A lie that Eddie pissed you off just enough, and with the end of the campaign, you’d be withdrawing from Hellfire. Though it was for the brunette’s safety, the words still left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Every set of insults gnawed at the flesh in your mouth and threatened to set it ablaze like the afternoon sun beyond the windows. In the back of your mind it began to circle — how could anybody think that Eddie, your best friend, did this? At that point, you’d just repeated anything that you heard in the hallways at school. The lies you fed them were believable but it still felt disgusting to say such things.

Sufficiently satisfied after your last retelling of the faux drama, the two men exited in the same manner in which they came. Even if it wasn’t a lot, you managed to buy some time. The weight of the situation slowly faded as Eddie backed down the folding ladder after the coast was clear. It wasn’t an ideal spot, but he didn’t seem to be complaining. Not verbally, at least.

You both silently maneuvered back to the bedroom. He held out a small case and lighter and looked to you with a raised brow. You nodded, gesturing for him to open the far window to smoke. The nervousness was back. Eddie was antsy and uncoordinated, nearly to the point of dropping the small lighter as he pulled it out. While you laid on the bed, the brunette began to crack open the window and light up.

One joint turned to two, and two nearly became three until he was met with an empty case.

Inhaling the smoke left his voice a bit rougher. “Shit,”

“Yannow, I hate to break it to you, but chainsmoking isn’t gonna help.”

Normally you two would’ve cracked a smile at the sarcasm but this time it had fallen flat. He knew you were right, but it was all he had to try and stay calm for the time being. A fuzziness had begun to invade his senses and paint the room a bit warmer in shades of yellow and orange. The familiar feeling of a confession bubbling to the surface hit him like a train as his eyes caught yours.

He imagined it so many times before in a similar scenario, though he would’ve preferred one less stressful. Your eyes caught his and it was like he was being tugged by an invisible force, just close enough until his hands rested on either side of your legs on the bed.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look gorgeous in the moment. Eddie’s half lidded doe eyes scanned over the features of your face, carrying an unreadable expression and circling through every detail like it was the last time he was going to see it.

You broke the silence. “Alright, what’s on your mind, man?”

He didn’t want to confess to you while he was high. What he wanted was to have some romantic moment and just say it when the time was right — not when the world seemed like it was about to end. Not when his life was turned in 180 degrees.

Eddie moved from the bed and stood in the center of the room, his feet pacing nervously.

“I tried to wait for the right moment, I did, (Y/N) — but… but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. You know me better than anybody else. I feel like I’ve been chasing your heels for so long now,” he emphasized by quickly looking at you again, “just… I don’t know, what do you think?”

While Eddie silently prayed that you got the message, your entire world stopped spinning for a few moments. The thought of a confession from him started a wildfire in your chest that worked outwards in a rippling wave. When you didn’t say anything, his eyes met yours again, but they lingered. Even the posters and pictures that cluttered the walls seemed to wait in anticipation of an answer.

You gave the male a weak smile. “I think that you’re very stressed and a tad bit high right now, Eds.”

“No, don’t say that!” His words came out as more of a shout.

Without much thought, he was back to the same spot on the bed with his hands resting on either side of your thighs. He was laying it all on the line in the center of your bedroom. No romantic gesture, and no song like he wanted — but with as uncertain as things were, he had to get it out.

“Don’t say that it’s the weed—! Look, everything is so fucked up right now. I have no idea what’s going on but I’ve been thinking about this since I first met you. A-and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine — just… just let me have this. Please?”

Time had completely stilled in your room. Here was Eddie Munson, your dramatic and eccentric best friend, confessing his feelings. Most of his outbursts were a mere show followed by a cheeky grin. This was different — his sweet brown eyes watered and hands trembled beside you. For the longest time you hadn’t known what to do about your own feelings, so they would always get shoved aside. You felt cheated. Wronged, even. The events of the past few days were so strenuous that they stole any hope that the brunette had of telling you when the time was right.

His brows furrowed lightly while he looked between your eyes and your lips as if he was asking permission to kiss you. The second you gave the smallest nod, Eddie had seized your lips. One of his legs slotted between your own and he held your face with both hands. It wasn’t what you’d expected, but at the same time, it was exactly how you thought it would be. There were too many words to describe the feeling, to describe how it felt to have him. But it felt right.

You moved your lips against his softly and you’d begun to lean back onto the bed. Eddie didn’t want to stop, but pulled away anyways. He now hovered above your form with hints of rose on his cheeks and ears. Though beauty took many different forms, none of them compared to him. His big doe eyes that warmed up when the sun hit them just right, the mismatched dimples on either side of his smile, and god that voice — so many features you’d happily point out and compliment for the rest of your days.

Eddie Munson was perfect.

“Stay again tonight.” You demanded in a whisper with the taste of weed still on your mouth. “I need to know that you’re safe.”

The other male’s forehead came down to rest against your shoulder with a pained nod. His pinched expression was a sign that he was breaking a bit again. And it hurt. You’d seen him cry more in the past day and a half than he ever did in the past four years of friendship. No amount of letters regarding a repeat of senior year or rejections from bars because, ‘sorry kid, not the kind of atmosphere we got goin’ on here’ compared to this.

Your hand resting on the back of his shoulder caused him to let out a shaky breath of relief. It seemed to be that the breaking was a much kinder and much more gentle way. Though maybe breaking wasn’t the right word; that had already been done — and this was the very beginnings of being put back together. Eddie smiled again. That genuine, gorgeously mischievous grin.

It was unclear how the two of you fell asleep that night. Neither one of you could quite remember but it didn’t matter much. The brunette laid in a deep sleep with his body shrouding your own. His head had been placed so carefully over your chest so he could fall asleep to the sound of your heart beating. While you teased him for how cheesy it was, he didn’t care. The steady hum that reverberated from your chest was a reminder.

A reminder that he was safe. That he was loved.

Unlike the previous morning, there was no dream for you during the night. It seemed that the hours were one giant blank or a skip in time. Underneath the light of the morning sun, a shrill siren forcefully pulled you and Eddie from the deep sleep. From the sound of it there was a bit of distance, but not much. You bolted — tripping the entire way — to the window in an attempt to get a glimpse at which road it was coming from.

The two of you could hear the roaring vehicle approach from the state route. Eddie had crawled from the bed to stand by your side, his hand in a death grip on your own. You both shared a glance and a sinking feeling, but continued to listen.

Beyond the tree line that created dense woods behind the neighborhood was where the sirens were headed. Not for your house, that was certain. There were multiple cruisers that followed in a line, one after the other, until they disappeared behind the pine.

Eddie swallowed nervously. “You don’t think… that somebody else, do you?”

He turned to you in hopes of gaining some comfort — but that isn’t what happened. Your eyes were glazed over and out of focus as you stared out the window. A stabbing feeling erupted in your head and spread outward to your eyes. You grimaced in pain, rubbing a hand over the spot. He watched as the life and color drained from your cheeks like it was trying to escape your entire body.

“You okay? What’s going on?”

“Yeah, just… migraine out of nowhere.”

A blatant lie. Eddie’s attention turned back to the window mere moments before feeling you falter. You were dizzy and lightheaded with the pain seeming to steal your stamina. Anything that resided on the desk beneath your hands shook as the tabletop bared your weight. Like the previous night, every light in the room was thrumming with a rush of too much power. Smaller lamps flicked on and off in a strobing pattern and were accompanied by clicking noises.

Your hearing had faded and what was once clicking noises had turned to the ticking pendulum of a grandfather clock. It was only then that you recalled the nightmare. The hoard, the house, the voice that made your blood run cold — the images were thrown into the forefront of your mind like a floodgate that had been opened. Your irises had begun to expand and swallow what remained of the outer (e/c) rings.

Eddie snapped his fingers in front of your eyes. “Hey, hey! Can you hear me?”

Every light in the room stopped pulsing completely and now started to glow as bright as possible. Whatever was controlling the lights had reached and turned on your stereo. It was like you were having a vision again but this time it was worse. Your body was standing frozen in your childhood bedroom, but your mind was back in the nightmare. Eddie looked around in horror at the makeshift light show.

Lyrics of a song were repeated through the room while the hellish vision came to an end. Not just any song — the same song from yesterday. In a fog you could see the boy in glasses as he stood in the center of the road. And it all made sense. Some sick kind of foreshadowing.

Your body had gone cold. Any sensation, anything that was touching your skin didn’t even register. It was like all of your nerve endings shut down at once and your brain had gone with it. At the sign of your body starting to go limp, Eddie attempted to get you onto the floor in safety. Every moment that you laid unresponsive was worse than the last.

A heaving gasp and coughs left your body as you transitioned back to reality. Luckily, the lights in the room didn’t burst — but any power in the house had been exerted and shut off with a loud snap. The stereo on your cluttered bookshelf continued to hum the song lyrics, eventually ending with an abrupt cut like it had been turned off by hand.

You weren’t nearly coherent as the nightmare pulled away. Its claws that sunk into your skin had retreated and left you dizzy in the mix. Eddie’s voice was still a muffled mess, but he kept asking if you could hear him. The only thing that filtered through the cotton in your ears was the song.

And like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place, it clicked.

“The song.” You mused absentmindedly.

“What?”

Eddie gazed (up/down) at you and scanned your face with worry. So many questions circled his mind but the answers could wait. And they would have to. He was more worried that your mind had gotten scrambled during the incident.

Your room had finally stilled again. The brunette was taking his time to check on you, and gave a small noise of dissatisfaction when you shooed his hands away. Moments before, the black stereo rang out with a familiar song.

“Last night, the same song played when the same thing happened. But now I remember the dream from last night. It wasn’t a dream — more of a vision? Nightmare? Whatever, the point is that — that song. It didn’t make sense until now, but—”

“—Who Died in Our Backyard.” He finished.

A bit on the nose. You two turned to look out the window again. Just beyond the lush greens of pine trees in March, there was a boy who’d fallen victim to this creature. Like Chrissy. Like the others that you saw in the first vision. It left a hollow feeling in your stomach and chest — what had any of them done to deserve this?

You sat in the shadows of the bedroom in an eerily quiet house. Maybe if you’d been able to remember the nightmare, you could’ve saved the boy.

Eddie wanted to tell you it was alright. He wanted to make you feel like it wasn’t your fault. Though every attempt to find the right words only resulted in nothingness. Now you both shared a guilt — he felt responsible for Chrissy, and you felt responsible for the boy with the scar on his cheek.

You had slung your arms around your boyfriend’s torso and pulled him close. It felt awful, but something inside of you was relieved that it wasn’t him that had been taken victim. His cheek had pressed to your own and brought a faint warmth back into your body. Beneath your palm and the tattoo of a zombie was Eddie Munson’s beating heart. A strong, rhythmic drum that brought comfort into your life.

You began to think out loud. “Whatever is doing this, there’s gotta be a way to stop it. In my vision there were a few people, but I only recognized one of them. If we can talk to them — maybe we can stop it. Maybe we can save them before they get hurt.”

Eddie nodded sternly. “Alright. Who is it?”

“Max — Billy’s sister. You wouldn’t know how to find her, would you?”

“Well, considering my place is deemed a crime scene, that’s kind of not an option.” He offered you a sly grin. “However, I do know somebody who could help.”

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In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch5 To Go Back

(Warnings: Some drinking in the background.

Yes. Kokushibo is demon while the rest of his family is human. In this timeline one of their ancestors was demon and Michikatsu just happened to be the only one who inherits it, which also implies to any further children he might have.)

Step after step. Day after day.

His legs carried him closer and closer towards the destination of the festivities. Music played. Many people celebrated. Lots of guests coming forth to celebrate the creation of a new union. The birth of a new family soon. The joys of holy matrimony and true love.

"Shameful behavior."

He commented to himself watching as one of the men drunkingly pulled his laughing wife into his lap, giving her a big kiss to her cheek, and holding  up a large mug. "TO LORD TSUGIKUNI AND HIS NEW WIFE!! MAY THEY BE HALF AS HAPPY AS ME AND MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE LADY HERE!" The wife busted out laughing high pitched giggles in her husband's lap as he pulled the mug back chugging down the sake. 

A loud laughing fit emanated throughout the crowds followed by wolf whistles as the man went back to smothering his wife back with affection as she just laughed. It made his eyes roll and a sigh escape his lips at the sight. Truly degenerate. Now he remembered vividly why he preferred staying away from celebrations and festivals if he could help it. However this one time he couldn't stay away. It was required for him to at least make one appearance. If he didn't then he'd be looked down upon and get punished later by his father. Although by the scent of alcohol in the air as the sights of his father's men acting like drunk idiots everywhere, he already was being punished.

He wanted to arrive the day before the celebration but he had underestimated how long the woman with turquoise eyes would take and despite him hurrying, he was too late. He heard the sounds of loud laughter a mile before he even saw the outskirts of the city and was hit with the reek of alcohol long before he even stepped foot inside the city and made his way quickly through the throngs of people and towards the center. His senses were attacked by the strong smells to the point he had to place a cloth around his nose and mouth in a dire failed attempt to fill it. The crowds were terrible. Pushing against his body uncomfortably so and bumping his arms annoyingly so. And his father wondered why he preferred meeting outside his home city. 

He was hoping to at least wait until the day after the official celebration but he knew lateness would also be frowned upon if he didn't have a good excuse for it and unfortunately he had none. So he'd have to brace himself and push through it like every other uncomfortable experience of his. The bright lights sent his eyes' sensory vision haywire with all these lanterns hung about so he only had the middle pair open for now. He'd deal with the headache later.

Although he supposed he should be grateful that he made it on time considering it took him a few days travel to get here. The small village was one he discovered on his way back home from the latest battle grounds, and honestly he hadn't known that it was even there. Didn't know it even existed until he made camp one night and had been disturbed by a woman with big turquoise eyes bumping into him in the middle of the night. The plan was to originally arrive a few weeks early in the city, find a gift that was acceptable quickly, then deliver it to his brother with a quick congratulations and leave right after to see his father for future battle plans against the Kibutsuji forces. However his plans changed when he stumbled upon the small secret village in the forest pass. Why stay longer in the city he hated when he could just buy something from the village and present it to his brother and leave right after? Even if he was a little late he could avoid the stupid crowds for a while longer. However he would no doubt he dealing with the aftermath of a massive headache later. 

The loud laughter, music, and other blurring noises blending together from the crowds was mixed together in a vile assortment of stupidity. The only thing to remedy this would be to seek shelter at the one place he was dreading a lot because of a certain burgundy haired man the same height and weight as him. He always hated his meetings with family. Always so...

Self depleting. Tiring. Dreadful.

With a sigh he pushed through the crowds faster, pushing a drunk shoulder aside harshly as the idiot tripped and fell face first into the dirt, his comrades howling in drunken laughter at the sight. He hated this! Despicable behavior. And most of these men would be troupes in the upcoming years if his father's peace talks with the head of the Kibutsuji Clan failed once again like it had a couple months ago. Dammit. He should be back there accompanying his father instead of wasting time with this stupid celebration. He almost wished someone had struck down the messenger bird that carried the news about his brother getting engaged. He had been annoyed with the news but his father had been down right furious.

Furious at all of them.

Furious at his brother for getting engaged without his permission or even consulting him. Furious at his mother for going ahead and giving his brother permission as the matriarch of the Tsugikuni Clan. But most of all furious at him. For not already being married before his younger brother even got engaged. He was the eldest. He should've already been married off with at least one child on the way. As heir to the entire clan he should've been doing these things. To succeed. To excell long before his brother did. However the long and hard war had taken up much of the time he had for the last three years. It was his existence and trust his father had in him that called him to the war. His brother was left to train the troops and only be called to the battlefields if both of them were preoccupied with important matters or needed the extra back up. Otherwise it was training or going back to spend time with their sickly mother. He didn't want to be here. He should be at the peace talks to balance his father's temper but-

"Go home! See what Yoriichi has been doing while we're out here bleeding in the dirt!"

"I would be more use to you here."

"DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME, BOY!! You will do as I tell you without question! I won't have the entire Clan humiliated by having people think I can't control my own sons and wife! Go see to that message and make it seem like I had a say in it!"

"Then would it not be more effective if we both attended the engagement ceremony?"

"I have to attend the peace offering Kibutsuji extended. If I left then I'll be seen as weak, and I am not weak! Go attend and see what treachery is going on there without me. If neither of us shows up, then I'll become a laughing stock in front of my own people! I will not have it!! ......And check on your mother while you're there. If your brother is neglecting her needs while running whatever fantasy he's dreaming of, there'll be hell to pay."

"Of course."

If nothing else he's only here for his mother and nothing else there. Yes. He'd see what was going on here, but then he was leaving right after. The closer he got to the main building, the more annoying things became. Possibly because of the pounding headache he had now. Which was why he was glad that at least the guards stationed at the entrance of his home weren't drunk and complete stone faced and serious. A perfect result of his brother's hard training. Which both angered and relieved him to no end. It took no time at all for them to recognize him even before he lowered the cloth over his face to stare at them.

"Open the doors."

They did so immediately, silently without even saying a word. One guard giving a specific coded knock on the door before a loud clicking noise of a thick lock undone before the thick doors was opened from the other side allowing him in and away from a lot of the noise. Not all but a good portion of it was blocked by the fifthteen foot walls and the distant smell of alcohol was slightly dulled by the lush gardens stationed in and maintained throughout his home. Beautiful flowers blooming everywhere, some exotic and only grown within the confines of his home. Some relief flooded out of him but there was still the lingering dread of what was to come. A half growl left his lips.

"Let us finish this."

The hat above his head was removed allowing him some freedom from him for a while. Six eyes popping open one after another in view of everyone and everything around him. Terrifying to most anyone who saw him. And most did cower or look away from him as he began walking straight through the garden and towards the main building. More guards were stationed around the estate or walking around on patrol. Most bowed as he walked past trying their best to not look him in the eyes. Good. Meant he was still largely received as stronger than them. Let them be afraid. He paid no attention to any of them making his way inside the building in search for his mother.

His brother could wait.

The large man caused many a servant and guard to keep to themselves as he made his way through finely furnished walls filled with paintings and other fine things only they could afford. Fine life for him to live outside of the battlefield. The only thing he could do for now was make his way to his mother's bed chambers and push open the door once he arrived there. The door creaked open loudly as he looked into the room...

Empty.

The bed laid bare and empty. Neatly made blankets covering the soft futon. It had looked completely unused and unslept in. It looked like his mother was up to her habits again and not resting like she was supposed to, and his brother wasn't doing anything to make sure that she did! Again! His anger rose as his soaring headache throbbed from his head, although he did not show it outwardly.

"Where is my mother?"

A passing servant girl no older than sixteen jumped in shock at his sudden voice looking wide eyed in fear at him. She had been trying to just speed walk by without him noticing looking down at the basket of laundry she held but it seemed she'd be spoken too after all. Her eyes shrank as a hard gulp swallowed down her throat.

"Answer me."

"L-Lady Akeno is in the west garden w-with Lord Yoriichi, Sir!," the girl squealed out of fear like a mouse trembling like she had been dunked in ice water.

His body stiffened up. His fist nearly crushing his hat from the sudden revelation. "...I see."

The girl whimpered out in fear, curling up on herself more as the man turned silently and stiffly walked out of the room and down the halls. Of course she was there. Of COURSE HE was with her. OF COURSE HE HAD TO RUN INTO HIM SO SOON!! He felt dread and anger filling up his veins like boiling water the closer and closer he walked towards the west garden. The west garden was the most beautiful part of the giant garden surrounding the estate with a large koi pond and a few statues, so of course his mother would choose there to relax. Where else would she be but there?! With every step closer and closer to the west garden, he became more and more angered. His father would be seeing a lot more blood shed from him on the battlefield after this! His anger would be taken out on whatever unfortunate enemy soldiers that crossed his path later-

"Aniue?"

He froze.

...no...No. NO!!

"Michikatsu, my son. Is that you? I fear my sight might be going too."

He didn't move. Didn't blink....But he had no choice in the end not to look. His head turned. Three wide eyes stared. Pupils shrank. Before he snapped his head away, two pairs of eyes closing and disappearing melting back into flesh and disappearing from view. 

"It's been so long. Come here and greet your mother."

He could hear the smile in her voice. The happiness of seeing him after months on end in the battlefields. That's why he granted her the comfort of a normal face. It would put her more at ease. Her comfort was something that he wanted especially now. So when he turned to her, a face of a normal man now, he tried his hardest not to make his anger known outright.

"It's been a while..Mother."

An older face smiled at him. Her soft features worn and tired with wrinkles and eye bags showing her age. Her long black hair already leaking grey strands through them. Yet despite all of that, she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her long silk robes trailed the floor and pooled around her feet as she smiled at him. On either side of her was another younger woman around his age...and another man whom bore a striking resemblance to-

"Elder brother!"

 A soft smile on a face mirroring many of his own features smiled back to him in the same happiness as their mother. Plume red eyes softly crinkled up in a smile as burgundy hair the same shade as his own framed them handsomely. 

Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

It's no wonder why many women fawned over him more than himself. His soft nature, and handsome features was a more desirable one compared to his usually frightening one. Now thinking about it, it's not a surprise that his younger brother actually managed to get engaged first. His earrings swayed annoyingly as he tilted his smile at his brother. His hands held their mother's body up on her left side while the strange woman he'd never seen before stayed next to her right doing the same.

"I'm so happy to see you here, Michi!," Yoriichi greeted.

He bristled up at the nickname before frowning. "Don't call me that."

"Are you still insisting on being called 'Kokushibo' outside of the battlefield as well? The kanji for that is blank death, and that doesn't suit my aniue at all." He smiled warmly at him making an embarrassment arise in him.

"If I had it my way, you'd call me by my fighting name."

"Enough." Their mother wriggled one hand out of the woman's before motioning for him to come closer with a smile. "My son. It's been too long. What brings you back home?"

Despite his body screaming at him to stay away, he approached anyways and took the hand extended to him. "I returned to check on your health while Father attends the peace talks. You should be in bed resting instead of walking around this late." Yoriichi should've made sure of that!

Her expression soured before she sighed. "That man. All he ever thinks about is his own wants. It's a miracle he hasn't died from his blood pressure yet. I'm perfectly fine to walk around my home as I please. I'm sick not dead."

"You should listen to Father and the doctors. You'll only get worse pushing yourself. He won't be happy to know you aren't obeying them."

"Well you let me worry about your father." And he often wondered why Yoriichi didn't listen to him. "Did you just come home to see only me?"

Ah. She must've been referring to the hell storm outside. A.k.a Yoriichi letting the entire city get wasted for this stupid celebration. He stiffened up his jaw but held his composure in front of their mother.

He nodded. "Yes...Father insisted that I come and see who Yoriichi decided to wed." His hardened gaze finally looked into the patient eyes of his brother and his anger flared anew. "He was very displeased by the sudden news. Strange you never mentioned anything about this before."

"Not true. I told him that I was in love but he dismissed me as he usually does," he spoke calmly with that smile, "I took that as he wouldn't care if I married her either, but it's customery to let all our family know about my engagement."

"And you'd let out people get drunk and act like fools?" He challenged with a deeper frown. "It's a disgusting and disgraceful sight out there! Our men acting like vile pigs! What if there was a surprise ambush? Or an emergency that called for more troops being called out? They wouldn't be able to do anything being more useless than a blinded three legged horse!"

Despite his anger cracking through, his brother's smile never wavered. "There's no danger right now, Michikatsu. Everyone has been so weary and tired from all this fighting. They can use one night of celebration and joy after three years of war. Besides we have something worth celebrating don't we?" 

Aren't you happy for me? That's what his words and eyes were secretly asking him but he wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"One night is all it takes for us to lose everything! Do not allow something like this to happen again." His brother's smile wavered. "You still haven't even told me who you intended to marry. Father would like to know at least that fact."

"You've already seen her." Yoriichi's head turned. His head turned. And both stared at the woman beside his mother he hadn't recognized. "Michikatsu, this is Uta. I've chosen her to be my bride."

The woman seemed to look slightly nervous when he stared at her but smiled nonetheless. "Hello! You're Michikatsu! Yoriichi's told me so much about you. I'm so glad we could finally meet."

This woman...This woman was both what he DID ...and didn't expect Yoriichi to fall for. Didn't expect her because judging by how she looked, she was a mere commoner below their social status in her plain clothes. Something their father would NOT be pleased with or would have permitted. Did expect because honestly...he absolutely looked like someone his brother would fall for. Someone not bound in politics. Her big dark eyes made her face look cute and the cloth tied around her head gave her a soft of homey look that could get someone to relax easily. 

He couldn't help but sneer at her in his mind and think of how much more prettier she'd be if she had more color in her eyes. Turquoise to be exact. That was such a lovely and unique color. With rosey cheeks and a polite smile and an attitude that could put him in his place politely without losing her cool and didn't treat him differently despite being a demon-

He shook his head upon realizing the strange looks he was getting  from the three of them before clearing his throat. "I see..And where did you meet her?"

"We met two years ago." His brother smiled fondly at the woman, Uta, in front of him. "Kibutsuji's forces had wiped out most of the east side of our territories. Uta was one of the survivors we brought to the city for sanctuary. We've bonded since, and fallen in love."

He could almost gag on how sickly sweet this was. Nothing like he'd ever interact with his wife whenever he did get married as heir to the Tsugikuni Clan.

"Dear, have you visited a bakery before coming here?" He hummed looking back at his mother. She gazed at him in a confused manner. "You smell strongly of foods."

Foods? What could she- Oh. Oh right. He's almost forgotten about the entire reason why he was here. Silently he reached into the folds of his haori coat and pulled out a small cloth bag before bracing himself from anger and held out the bag to his brother who blinked in surprise.

"Here. An engagement gift to you and your bride. You'll find it acceptable."

Yoriichi gained a look of surprise but then smiled widely at him before taking the bag from him. "Brother...You got me a gift."

"It would've been improper of me if I didn't give you a customery gift." He bluntly said. It's nothing more than a mandatory custom to be upheld to avoid any unwanted drama.

They all watched his beaming brother just smile fondly at him before opening the bag and reaching his hand inside. The strong smells of cinnamon and mint rolling through the air as his hand grabbed something and pulled out a green object. They watched as Yoriichi held up the green rose shaped object that smelt like mint instead of a rose.

"How curious."

"What is it?," Uta asked taking it from him to ponder in her own hands. "....It smells of mint but looks like a green rose."

"It's a carved soap," he explained making them all look back at him. "I came across a carver whom carved soaps and candles into interesting shapes. I thought it'd be appropriate for a small gift."

"Aw. It's cute," Uta gushed looking at the little mint rose as Yoriichi went back to curiously rummage into the bag.

His own eyes widened when a wave of cinnamon hot them pulling out the red candle and pausing as the carved in pattern of the sun. Yoriichi stared at the object in his hand for a long while before dropping the bag and reaching his other hand out to run his fingertips delicately over the patterns. No doubt taken aback by the detail of it. 

"Yoriichi?" Their mother questioned turning her attention to the candle he held and was also taken by the sight of the beautiful sun pattern. "Oh my. How lovely, and what a pleasant fragrance."

"It's what they call a 'scented candle'. Apparently they mix oils and spices into the wax in order to produce a desired aroma. The carver whom carved the soap also carved artwork into candles. I had her customize it just for the occasion."

His mother looked back to him blinking. "She? Are you telling me a woman made these?" 

"Yes. Two women, but the only one who deserves praises is the one whom carved them into artwork. The other...was highly unpleasant." 

His mother hummed. "Strange. Usually you don't see young women doing such work-"

"I love it." All looked back to his brother as he looked up with a bright, fond smile. "It's beautiful, Michi. I'll cherish it always."

He had to force his eyes away from the softness of his eyes before he could be embarrassed. "Tch. It's just a candle and some soap. Don't treat it like gold."

"It's better than gold. You obviously put a lot of thought into these. I'm so lucky to have you as a brother."

He didn't dare look up at him. He wouldn't allow himself to be embarrassed anymore than he already was. He fulfilled his obligations, and he would leave right after he made sure his mother got back to bed. His mother however was still looking over the candle in fascination, Yoriichi letting her run her own hands across the carving. So pretty. Such detailed work.

".... Michikatsu." He looked back to his mother. "Who's the name of the woman who carved this?"

"I do not know. She didn't say and I didn't ask."

"She does fine work. ..Do you perhaps think you could get me some like this? I think they would look so lovely decorating the book cases. I've never seen anything like this before and they would be such a nice addition to the home."

He blinked. His mother..wanted more of these candles as well? He continued staring at her for a long moment before nodding. "I can certainly get you as many as your heart desires, but it's getting late. You should be getting back to bed."

His mother sighed. "I swear you boys worry too much about me."

"And you worry to LITTLE-!?" He immediately ducked just in time to avoid his brother's attempted hug and sprung a few feet away bristling. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Aniue, you're such a good brother!" Yoriichi held out his arms with a wide smile. "Come here and let me thank you!"

"NO! Stop acting like a child!" He continued to back up as Yoriichi approached before gaining a panicked look. "I mean it, Yoriichi!"

"Elder brother!"

"CEASE THIS CHILDISH BEHAVIOR!!" 

Both women just watched as Michikatsu panicked before turning and running away with his smiling brother right behind him smiling shouting at him to desist his madness. Eventually Uta slowly blinked before looking at the older woman.

"Do they always act like this around each other?"

"You'll get used to it soon enough." Her eyes glanced back at the candle with a hum. "But it is strange."

"What is?"

"Michikatsu spoke a little fondly of the carver...his tone shifted to a softer one when mentioning her."

"What...does that mean?"

Her eyes glanced at her oldest who cursed as Yoriichi finally caught him and gave him a hug despite the grimace his older brother gave him.

"I'm not sure...but I think it will be interesting if it develops further."

#in the moon's shadow #yandere kokushibou #kokushibo x reader #kny kokushibo #kokushibo #kokushibou #yandere kokushibo #kny michikatsu #kny yoriichi #Kny #kimetsu gakuen #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer michikatsu #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu tsugikuni #yandere kokushibo x reader #Yandere Michikatsu Tsugikuni

[galaxysharks]

Y'all can thank Olli for this one! Called me old!

Fantasy AU!

They were out lounging by siren pool, Maddox and Nini playing a game where Nini cast a spell that made Maddox's thoughts into visions, currently being projected on the stone wall next to them. The idea was like charades, Maddie sees a word and projects what shes thinking to get Nini to guess what it was. It was helpful cause most of them are conceptual, and hard to act out.

EJ and Ashlyn were arguing over the sunblock, Jet and Carlos were playing keep-away with Ricky. They were tossing his script over the pool, since can't jump out without flipping Kourtney and Gina's floaty rafts.

This goes on until Carlos gets tired, but he passes the script to EJ who had lost the argument and had to wait to use the sunblock. He then goes and joins Ashlyn who had sat with Nini and Maddox.

They watch two or three rounds with the prompts being something like 'the taste of steak' or 'the feeling of getting away with a good prank'. Nini does a pretty good job honestly. She probably would have been doing better if Ashlyn didn't keep randomly appearing in the middle of the projected thought, but either way the gist of the assignment was fulfilled.

At some point though, Carlos notices a thin scar horizontal on Maddie's cheek, right by her ear. Thinking nothing of it, he asks what it's from.

Maddox stops suddenly, and the image that had been forming a rainforest shifted to a downpour, the sky turning black and angry, a thunderclap rattling the drinks on the side table.

A blank stare past Nini's head, Maddox was unresponsive to their prodding. Nini panicked, but realizes she couldn't stop the spell, the werewolf's unexpected turmoil quite literally playing before their eyes.

The commotion had gathered the attention of the rest of the wildcats, with many of them glancing at Jet for an explanation, but he looked as confused as them. This wasn't a memory he was part of......

As Maddie falls further into her mind, the spell's range expands to accommodate, spilling out across the pool and over the patios. Concerned and a bit frightened, the wildcats collect together off to the side, not knowing what will happen, but knowing Maddox enough to not want to be front and center.

The laughter reveals itself seconds later, a group of many humans crowding the vision. They have a variety of weapons, knives, lead pipes, a bat.....

And their actions are warranted, as no sooner did they move did the sound of scrambling and laughter flood their minds. Gone was the forest and pool, instead the towering brick walls and slab floor of an alley appeared. Along the facades, fire escapes and graffiti painted the Wildcats' vision.

Out of the fog Maddox, or at least a Maddox stumbles into their view. She's in her wolf form but tiny, not yet to her full size, not even close. She's covered in blood and her fur is burnt on her upper arms and neck where chains of sterling silver are dragging behind her.

Three of them spring forward and catch a hold of the chains, each pulling them a different direction, holding the wolf still between them. Her whimpering has escalated into whining and thrashing, but clearly she'd been chased some way, her exhaustion evident.

"hey little bitch, you snapped at me. All I was trying to do was be nice. But that's okay, we know how to handle freaks like you....." the ringleader turned to her followers "Jonathan, you've got it right? It would be such a shame to leave such dangerous behavior uncorrected"

"Now say it with me...." she paused to collect the group.

A boy walks from behind the crowd, leather hanging from his fingertips. The three holding the chains tightened their stances as the crowd surged forward. Fur and blood mixing with the rain as they pinned Maddox.

The laughter was deafening, the air had grown thick. Try as she might, Maddox's claws scraped uselessly against the wet pavement. She felt the skin on her nose split as long nails dug in. The smell of blood and leather, mixed with the awful cologne of the crowd made her feel sick.

As the leather clasps were closed and tightened, Maddox felt her jaw bones creaking at the strain, and her cheek split as the silver buckle burnt through her fur and skin.

The next several minutes passed in daze as Maddox tried to fight through the pain. The humans had secured her chains to the fire escapes on either side above and had left her hanging head down.

Camera flashes and laughter filled her vision as she dangled, quickly losing the fight with gravity and consciousness.

The last thing she heard was the ringleader starting up a live broadcast, standing in front of her 'game'.

"BAD DOGS GET MUZZLED"

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts maddox #high school musical the musical the series #hsm the series #hsmtmts season 4 #fantasy au #im an evil person #read more #if you dare

[mariacallous]

This week’s Climate Ambition Summit and the United Nations General Assembly focused on “accelerating action” on the Sustainable Development Goals (SDG) highlight what young people across the globe already know: Today’s world is marked by complex challenges—the climate crisis, increasing levels of conflict and displacement, rising authoritarianism, and the diverse social and economic effects of a global pandemic—that intersect with historical injustices, including gender-based violence and discrimination, economic inequality, ableism, and racism. These realities make up the lived experiences of today’s children and youth, yet the great majority of education systems around the world do little to prepare them to not only navigate today’s challenges, but to be agents of positive change in their own lives, in their local communities, and on the global stage.

While the past few decades have seen great strides in “getting kids in school,” we are still lagging far behind in ensuring that being in school is meaningful, that learning is relevant, and that young people themselves are engaged as active participants and decisionmakers in their own learning pathways.

Efforts focused on expanding educational opportunities for young people often overlook the importance of supporting the development and exercise of agency. A fundamental component of full and equal participation and key to educational achievement, agency refers to the power, capacity, and ability to recognize and voice one’s hopes, make decisions about one’s life, and take action in body, speech, and mind.1 Agency sits at the nexus of the individual and her community. At the personal level, agency implies the development of a diverse set of skills, knowledge, beliefs, and behaviors. Yet the ability to act upon these beliefs and behaviors is often “culturally constrained” by external forces that influence young people’s lived experiences. Feminist authors, for example, center their definitions of agency not only individually, but in community with others, recognizing that agency must be situated within larger social structures and necessarily involves an analysis of power relations impacted by class, religion, race, and gender, among other factors.

For adolescent girls around the world, agency is a practical issue rather than a theoretical concept. Every day these girls make conscious decisions about their lives and futures, in their families, schools, and communities, while they navigate larger social structures, norms, and systems. Accounting for this daily struggle is vital to improving learning opportunities and life outcomes for youth and their communities. Yet the agency of young people, especially that of girls and young women living in the most marginalized contexts, is often misunderstood, unrecognized, underdeveloped, and/or actively stifled.

Since May of 2022, the Center for Universal Education (CUE) at Brookings has worked to explore agency through the Learning and Action Alliance for Girls’ Agency (LAAGA), a community of practice comprised of 23 leaders in gender equality in and through education from 18 countries across Africa, America, Asia, and the Middle East. All LAAGA members are alumni of the Echidna Global Scholars Program, and the LAAGA initiative grew out of their desire to engage more deeply with their peers from across the globe as well as CUE’s commitment to catalyzing opportunities for collaborative learning and action.

LAAGA envisions “a world that values the knowledge and dignity of girls and young women, listens to their voices, and supports them in taking action to shape their own lives and those of their communities.” This vision, as well as LAAGA’s structure, operations, research questions, methodological approaches, analytical frameworks, evidence products, and action plans are the result of iterative processes of co-construction that are grounded in feminist and collaborative approaches to research and practice that emphasize action-reflection and participation. In partnership with CUE, LAAGA is focused on co-creating shared ideas and understandings about the development and exercise of girls’ agency within diverse contexts in the Global South, and it seeks to put these ideas into action working with girls, their families and communities, practitioners, and policymakers.

Through this co-creative process, LAAGA members identified the need to bring a critical lens to research on “girls’ agency.” This meant first questioning the very definition of agency, a concept developed primarily by researchers, funders, and policymakers situated in the geographic Global North and measured with indicators that often have very little relevance in the context of adolescent girls living in marginalized communities. For example, being without a cell phone or a bank account may be more indicative of a context marked by systemic poverty and social and economic exclusion than a “lack” of agency on the part of a girl.

Other questions In LAAGA’s early development have included: What does “agency” mean, how does that vary by context, and who gets to define that? What do we mean by “girls”? Which girls, when and why? How does agency vary from situation to situation and who or what affects this, and why? And perhaps most importantly, how might we center girls’ voices, perspectives, and lived experiences in the research process?

In response to this initial phase of critical questioning, LAAGA has spent the past year designing and conducting research that aims to understand the nuanced nature of the development and exercise of girls’ agency with and for girls in four systematically marginalized communities, including:

The Feni District of Bangladesh, a coastal community affected by floods, cyclones, and tidal surges where socioeconomically marginalized girls and their families face extreme poverty, violence, and chronic climate events.

The Karamojong region straddling the borders of Kenya and Uganda, a nomadic pastoralist community in which 80% of residents live below the poverty line and face interclan conflicts and insecurity associated with cattle rustling.

The mountainous Lao Cai Province of Vietnam, where 70% of the population identify as ethnic minorities and girls struggle against linguistic exclusion, harsh weather, complex terrain, and limited social networks.

The mining district of Zvishavane in Zimbabwe, where, coupled with extreme weather and political instability, girls confront child labor, sexual abuse, and early marriages associated with poverty and a mining-based economy.

LAAGA’s research, which will be presented at a public event on November 7, is already beginning to enrich our understanding of what agency means for marginalized adolescent girls, how they express it in ways both small and large, and how practices, policies, relations, and norms at the family, community, school, and system level can more effectively center girls as transformative—and thriving—agents of change.

[constantvariations]

V9C5

Got that post-workout bliss and a plate of pizza rolls, so I’m raring to go!

Post Ep: whoever decided the rusted knight “twist” should step on a lego every five minutes for the rest of their lives

Wait why is Ruby running? The last episode ended with the caterpillar being dropped through the floor by the cat, so are they running from the cat? Was the growth yogurt ready, and if so did they grab it ($50 on no)

“I’m so glad the four of you are still the four of you.” Is this excluding Little because they didn’t get hit with the Character Arc tm dust? (Now that I think about it, why didn’t Little have a vision? Did we just not see it or are they immune somehow?)

“You’re the one who ditched us in the first place” okay, Weiss, firstly Ruby stopped following the cat so that’s mostly on her. Secondly, why are you being antagonistic to the one creature you can’t afford to offend because it’s the one creature who can get you to the tree?

“...someone return to the Ever After.” How can you return to a place you’re already in? Is there a reprogramming center or something? If you veer too far off from your role you get reset? Reminds me of the re-educators of the Dragon Age Qun

They’re really laying on thick the whole “Everything is what it isn’t, and what it is, it wouldn’t be” (shout out to that one Shinedown song from the live action Alice in Wonderland)

All this talk of what happened to the caterpillar just sounds like a shitty mishmash of the Ship of Theseus, Schrodinger’s cat, and a reset button

So the Red King underwent the Ever Again program (I’m just gonna call it that, roll with it) and came out a kid? Was that by design or does everyone basically get reborn? Does that mean the racoon hasn’t been Agained since Alyx?

Oh they call it Ascension? How Devil May Cry of you. Also I ain’t calling it that. I like my Agained verbage

“Nose hair from a leprechaun.” I am half expecting a Rocket Racoon bit here

Straight up ditching someone you know is acting off because ~ew nose hair~ is... something else. And there goes Blake trailing after Yang’s coattails again because we! need! that! bee! bait!

This cat is far too lenient with these assholes. They just straight up jumped on his head without asking because who needs to respect people’s autonomy amiright fellas?

Goddammit bring the cat back right now I can’t stand Little’s voice and cOmEdY

Okay all the lights going out one by one is hella creepy gg

“I thought this was lost forEVER” why does Ruby sound like a highschool girl complaining about drama this deadass made me burst out laughing Also, is that the same sword from the Red Kingdom or a different one?

Okay the android is cool as shit I will admit that. The chain as hair is absolutely fantastic

Was that Summer in the axe blade? An axe is not what I would have expected of a Ruby clone. Those are hard-hitting and slow, usually used by the tanks, while Summer and Ruby’s figures suggest more agile approaches. If it were more of a hatchet size, I could see that, especially as a dual-wield

Pocket dimension blacksmith shop? Sign me the fuck up please

I think I’m going to strangle Weiss. You literally just saw her standing in the middle of the road, staring at and talking to nobody, and you fucking whine? I hope someone stabs her with her own tiara jfc

“It contains a mother’s promise” BITCH WHEN WAS THIS ESTABLISHED AND WHY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF TO GIVE AWAY I’M GONNA BURN A FIRE HYDRANT

“We do not ascend” oh you mean die? That thing you said didn’t happen here? Dying? Was there even a second reading of the script or did yall just smoke with the originals?

Yes Ruby go right past the hostile creature instead of literally any other direction. Yall deserve whatever hell you make

Why is Ruby carrying everyone constantly? Their legs aint broke girl. Go be a distraction while they go for the yogurt goddamn

The giant jackrabbit’s cool ngl

Like how one scoop only grew them to doll sized but whatever was left after it was splattered grew them all to the right size

The jackrabbit’s name is Juniper. Both cute and cringe

GODDAMMIT IT HAD TO BE JAUNE

WHY

HE FELL LAST

THAT SHOULDVE BEEN YANG

FUCK YOU CRWBY

#rwde #god we all knew this was coming but goddammit why did it happen #there is absolutely no damn reason why the v last one should be there for years when everyone else had minutes #'hur bur dur magic dimension' stuff it up your ass #the magic is called authors pet and its arcane focus is the narrative #jaune is a fucking black hole of a character #i hope he dies #i hope we all die #god they spent so much fucking time on the logistics of the ceremony that barely anything happened #again #if that shit dont come up later i'm stealing smth outta their house #thats probs gonna be how they de age jaune #also what did neo do to the og jabber? did she fucking eat it? is she animorphing things now? wtf #p much the only thing i actually liked was the blacksmith. make the show abt that guy rn forever kthxbye

[silvermistanimelover]

The Family Dinner

Ah, yes. The disaster of a dinner. So many wonderful faces.

Take Mariano’s mom for example, looking like she wants to slap Félix for spitting all over her and her son.

Julieta: You good, sis? Pepa, through clenched teeth: Fine... just... sunny.

And here Pepa knos she screwed up. Or maybe she’s always making that face of anxiety. Seriously, someone needs to take her out to the middle of nowhere and Storm because locking her emotions away like this is not good for Pepa’s mental or emotional health. Julieta just looks ready to snatch her daughter away and hug her to death.

And poor Mirabel! That is a FULL BOWL OF SOUP, might I say. Do you know how hard she’d have to knock her noggin against the underside of the table to make not only her own bowl of soup but her father’s next to her fly up that high? Poor girl probably had a concussion by the time she met Bruno.

The freakin’ expressions in this scene. I love it so much. Mirabel: Act Natural, act natural, just get the proposal done with and then handle the chaos and hope mom doesn’t kill me Isabela: What the hell are you doing? Mariano: Mom, are we sure we want to join this family? You see this shit too, right?

Looking at Isabela’s concerned and confused expression right after Luisa was asked to bring over a piano and walked off in tears, I suddenly realized that Isabela would have no idea that Luisa’s Gift is on the fritz. So to her, her strong little sister just trembled and cried for seemingly no reason, obviously afraid of something. And to top off her shit pie, she’s about to be proposed to by a guy she doesn’t even LIKE.

MARIANO’S FACE WHEN HE’S SHOVED OUT OF THE CHAIR HAS ME CACKLING!!

Also, just realizing that these cracks that’re appearing as Mariano’s proposing are likely caused by Isabela—who in no way wants to marry this man. And also likely caused by Dolores, whose heart must be shattering as she watches the man of her dreams propose to her cousin.

Okay, also...

Here we see the dining room table literal seconds before the coatis (the little racoon animals) leap up there and drop the vision.

Which slides perfectly towards Abuela knocking only the two wine glasses over. So... where did all that food in the center of the table go?

Anyone else notice that Camilo sprouted a mustache before baby-fying?

Aw, man. Félix looks ready to cry.

#Encanto #encanto details #what a terrible dinner #I feel bad for Mirabel #Actually I feel bad for most of the family #Luisa needs a hug #Seriously though this family cannot keep secrets

[four-loose-screws]

FE7 Novelization Translation - Chapter 7 Section 5

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Chapter 7: Those Who Slither (“False Friends” in localization) (Section 5)

"Grr, thieves really do have no shame…!” Guy exclaimed as he dodged the repeated attacks of the pirate before him, then sliced twice into the man’s torso, leaving an X-shaped wound behind.

Guy was currently away from the grueling fight unfolding on the battlefield, and fighting alone as he aimed to make it to the southern village. 

Their newest member, Erk, had requested them to help his employers, and Eliwood and Hector both agreed. And so, in order to protect her, they decided to have someone go to the southern village. However, they were currently in the middle of a difficult battle. Without many allies to spare, they decided to have Guy go alone.

Originally, Erk was going to go as well, but the only other ally they currently had who could provide long range support from the rear line was Rebecca, so they were short on people. That was why they decided that Erk would immediately join the battle.

And to make matters worse, a group of pirates knew that a battle had started, and were trying to take advantage of the chaos to attack the village. Guy was the one stuck with fighting that difficult battle to save Erk's employer in the village.

But for someone like him, aiming to become a swordfighter of Sacae, such foes were no match.

"And this is the last one!" Guy aimed his sword at the pirate and swung it straight down.

The pirate tried to repel the attack with his axe, but Guy managed to change the course of his swing ever so slightly, and the hilt of the axe sliced the pirate's neck.

After confirming that the pirate was spurting blood and had collapsed, Guy rushed to the southern village.

Erik did not seem to have positioned any soldiers in this area, and the pirate he just defeated seemed to indeed be the last one, as he did not see any other people.

Without any other significant obstacles in his way, Guy arrived safely in the southern village.

"Now all that's left is to… What was his name? Erk, I think? All that's left is to find his employer."

He looked all around him, then decided to start walking towards the town square in the center of town for the time being.

"Huh? Ah, um, are you…?"

When he noticed the young woman that came into his field of vision, he suddenly gasped.

Her shoulder length crimson red hair, dark green eyes that looked like they could draw someone within them, and dainty, slim body all accentuated the ephemeral aura she radiated. 

The horse next to her stood right alongside her to protect her.

When she saw him, her beautiful face twisted into a frown. "...Are you another of the Marquess' messengers? Please take your leave. My feelings will not change."

"W-w-wait! I'm not a messenger from the Marquess!" He started to act completely out of character, blushing as he continued, "I'm Guy! Y-Your employee Erk asked me to come here!"

"Oh my! I'm terribly sorry. Please… forgive me…"

"I-I-It's okay! A-Anyway, the son of Marquess Pherae and brother of Marquess Ostia will guard you. C-Come with me!"

His face was now completely red. 

His words made her smile.

"Thank you, Guy. My name is Priscilla. I am pleased to make your acquaintance… Hm?"

"W-What's wrong? D-Do you doubt me? I-I really am here by their order, after they accepted Erk's request for assistance…"

"No, you are injured."

"Huh?"

She pointed one of her slim fingers at Guy's right cheek.

It must have happened when he was fighting the pirates, but it was just a cut, nothing unlike what he was used to sustaining every day.

But even for such a tiny wound, Priscilla used her Mend staff to heal it.

"There, it should be healed up now."

"..."

"Please do not hesitate to reach out to me whenever you are injured." She said with a carefree smile on her face.

When Guy looked at her with that expression on her face, he felt his entire body heat up.

'I really didn't need her to heal a cut like that… …What a strange woman.' He thought, so flustered he could not keep his emotions under control.

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With the addition of the mage Erk, the tide of battle gradually shifted in Eliwood's favor. 

They had a solid vanguard in Marcus, Lowen, Oswin, and Hector. Flanking them were Eliwood, Matthew, Bartre, and Dorcas, waiting for their moments to strike and trap the oncoming Laus soldiers with their pincer formation.

Behind them were Rebecca, shooting arrows to support them, and their new member Erk, utilizing his spells to make even more of their enemies run away in fear.

Before this large enemy army, Eliwood and his allies were successfully holding their own.

The person most agitated by that scene was Erik.

"Grr, they're better than I thought… Hey, someone, I don't care who! Go to the castle and bring back as many reinforcements as you possibly can!!"

Unable to accept his inevitable defeat, Erik made one of the soldiers nearest him his messenger.

If reinforcements just came to help them, then they could crush Eliwood's army.

As someone who lacked true combat experience, Erik's only hope was in sheer numbers.

ー

"Lord Erik is struggling! I have come to request reinforcements!!"

"What?! He is requesting reinforcements this quickly…?!" Hearing that his son was in danger drained all of the color from Darin's face. 

Ephidel, standing next to him, did not even try to hide his disappointment. "...To think that he is unable to bring them down even with those numbers…" It had been a waste to simply place their hopes in Erik. That was what his tone conveyed in his muttered words as he began to walk towards the door.

"Ephidel? Wh-Where are you going?"

"Placing Lycia's takeover on your soldiers was far too heavy a burden for you. I will tell my master of what occurred here, and the Black Fang will leave this place."

"A-are you telling me that you have come here to abandon us?!"

Darin's face became even more pale than it had when he learned that his son was in danger. He clung shamefully to Ephidel as the man attempted to leave.

Ephidel looked down coldly at him and said in an icy tone, "You yourself are the one who said that it would be trouble if Ostia learned of this, are you not? Marquess Darin of Laus."

"I-It was. I can no longer turn back! I-I beg you! One more… Just give me one more chance! I will produce results that will satisfy Lord Nergal!!"

Ephidel, looking at Darin making his desperate pleas, thought carefully. ‘Actually, there might still be a way we can use this man…’ 

There were many uninjured soldiers left at Laus Castle. ‘If we make good use of them, then they might still accomplish something…' He decided, keeping a level head, then turned towards Darin and said solemnly,  "...In that case, gather the soldiers at the castle immediately, and we shall regroup elsewhere."

"N-No… Are you telling me to… abandon my castle… and my son?"

“Would you fall together with your son for his own blunder? You have our master, Lord Nergal’s, support, and he will give you the throne of a united Lycia… It is unthinkable anything would be so important that you would trade away that opportunity, is it not?”

“Yes… Yes, you're right. I… have a great duty as the person who will become the king of Lycia!"

If he was in his right mind, then Darin probably would have rejected Ephidel’s plan. He was greedy and lecherous, but not so cruel that he would abandon his beloved son.

But he was lost in his sweet dream of becoming king of Lycia, and lost the ability to think clearly. Ephidel’s words comforted him like a deep sleep…

“You can still have another child or two. Do not be so foolish as to allow temporary sentiments to cause you to falter."

“...” Darin could not find a response to Ephidel’s words.

He closed his mouth and looked up at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over. An image of himself as the King of Lycia flashed through the back of his mind.

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#fire emblem #fe #fe7 #fire emblem 7 #the blazing sword #fe7 the blazing sword #lyn #lyndis #hector #eliwood #japan #japanese #translation #gba #game boy advance #novel #light novel #fe7 novelization translation

[superman86to99]

Superman ‘86 to ‘99 Extra: Erica Durance Saskatoon Expo ‘22 Panel Transcript!

Art by @donsparrow​

Our own Don Sparrow had the privilege of hosting a panel centered on Smallville’s Erica Durance during this year’s Saskatoon Expo and got to ask her about killing it as Lois Lane, Supergirl’s mom, and her many other projects. She, in return, got to receive the original inks for the awesome artwork by Don seen above, so it was win/win. Here’s a full transcript of the panel as transcribed by Don. Enjoy!

RELATED: Some years ago Don also got to interview his famous pal Tom Grummett, so here’s the link to that interview in you’ve never seen it.

VAGUELY RELATED: And speaking of Tom Grummett, check out our recent post about his return to Superman comics in the new Earth-One series (which was accidentally posted privately first, so it looks like not a lot of people saw it).

Don:

Hello Saskatoon Expo!  How good does it feel to be back? It’s very exciting.  My name is Don Sparrow and I am Saskatoon’s resident Superman expert, and therefore the host of this panel.  How many Saving Hope fans do we have here?

(Some applause)  

We’ve got a few.  How many Supergirl fans do we have here?

(More applause)

A few more.  And how many Smallville fans do we have here?

(Big applause)

We got a whole bunch.  So, without further ado, let me introduce: Many fans know Erica Durance as Lois Lane from Smallville for which she starred for seven years on the show.  Most recently, she was seen on the CW series Supergirl as Alura Zor-El.  Erica was a producer and lead actress on CTV’s hit medical drama Saving Hope, playing the role of Dr. Alex Reid, for which she garnered Canadian Screen Award nominations in 2013 and 2017. Her many notable guest appearances include Harry’s Law, Charlie’s Angels remake, Stargate SG1, Andromeda and Tru Calling.  Durance’s film credits include her tour-de-force performance as twin sisters in the Italian film Jemelle.  She also starred in the Hallmark movie Wedding Planner Mystery.  In 2011, Durance was nominated for a Saturn Award, and a Teen Choice Award for Best Actress for her work in Smallville. In 2012, Hello Canada Magazine listed her as one of Canada’s 50 most beautiful people, and Buddy TV ranked her #9 on its TV’s 100 Sexiest Women. Durance is a supporter of a very worthy cause, World Vision Canada and lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her husband and their three sons.  Please give a warm Saskatoon welcome to Erica Durance!

(Applause)

Erica:

That’s quite a bio.

Don:

I read the whole thing.

Erica:

Well done.  

Don:

Welcome here.  So, I’m going to start off with a few questions, we also do have a microphone in the middle, which we’ll open up pretty quick here.  So, welcome to Saskatoon.

Erica:

Thank you.  Thank you for having me.  First thing I want to say is: out in the audience today is my second mother, and her daughter Deanna, who is like my adopted younger sister.  Now, Cathy—where are you?—there she is—is the reason that I act or sing at all. So, I was five years old looking for something to do with all of me, and my emotions, and I found Cathy, and I followed her around like a lost puppy, and then she decided to adopt me.  So, she lives here in Saskatchewan, and I wanted to introduce her.  

Don:

That is very exciting.  (To Cathy) Well, thank you for giving us Erica Durance.  We are thrilled.

(applause)

So we’re gonna get to some Smallville questions, but my wife—who is in the audience--and I are huge Hallmark movie fans.  I’m not afraid to admit it, we love these movies.  And we’ve noticed some of your post-Smallville roles have tended to be more wholesome family entertainment.  We’re very excited about “Colour My World With Love” which looks really interesting. Is that an intentional direction you’ve gone in as an artist, or is it a reflection of being a parent?  A bit of both?

Erica:

It’s a little bit of both.  I want to put out things into the world that are positive, that families can join around, and watch together.  And just takes a little bit of the load off of life, which is--in this world of information, where we get it just crammed down our throats all the time, and yes, we do need a sense of reality, and what’s actually going on, and all those kind of things—people desperately need stories that are hopeful, and kind, and well, and we know we can sit down and no worry about some kind of horrible thing happening (laughs).  And so it was partially that, and partially the fact that it provides for me a way to take care of my two boys, and they’re still really young.  They’re five and seven, and so these jobs are very short.  We shoot all these movies in fifteen days so I’m able to stay at home, go out, do that, come back, and jump back into motherhood.

Don:

That’s excellent.  And many are filmed in Canada as well, so that makes it easier.

Erica:

Yes.

Don:

Moving to Saving Hope: I’ve read that your family comes from a faith background, and thinking of Alex Reid being such an evidence-based, and just the facts sort of character, was that tension of medical procedural and supernatural drama, by the end of it, a challenge?

Erica:

Well, yes and no.  I think it was really good for me to take on something where I would be challenged to think the opposite of the way I was taught, all growing up. And so I wanted to take a character that would basically just embrace only science, and learn about that way of life and way of thinking of things, and then slowly having to adjust to the fact that there may be something else out there.  That we can believe in things, and that there is a higher power, there is something to believe in.  Plus to be honest, I loved all the science, I loved all the doctor stuff.  By the end I thought I was a doctor. (laughs) I got an honourary degree from the chief of surgery (laughs).  

Don:

The jargon could be a mouthful, and you did very well with that.

Erica:

(laughs) Thanks.

Don:

Were you ready for that show to end? Are you ever ready?  I know the life of an actor means every job is fairly temporary.  Do you think there were places they could have gone with those characters?

Erica:

No, I think that show was ready to be wrapped up.  I think that we wanted to end it a certain way, and we did and some people loved it, and some people didn’t love it. But it had finished its journey, and I certainly had as well in that particular character.  And then practically, I was pregnant again.  So I had both my sons while I was shooting that show, and it gave me a newfound appreciation for women that work and have their babies and try to do it all.  So I was ready to enter that chapter of my life.

Don:

Excellent.  So, Lois Lane. Perhaps your most famous role.  How did you approach taking on such an iconic role?  Did it help that you were playing a version of Lois that was less established?  Or was it more pressure, not having that framework?

Erica:

No, it was absolutely my saving grace! (laughs) Because I could just say, you know what?—this is a whole new story we’re telling. It’s an origin story, so then most people…well, there were some people who had a problem with it, but you know, for me when I got it, it was such a surprise.  You know, I’m this girl from Alberta, a small farm, I’m out in Vancouver just kind of trying, auditioning for things here and there. And then this opportunity presents itself.  I remember telling this story a couple of times.  I just said “you know, I’m not doing this, because they’re going to pick somebody from LA, it’s just the way it goes.  And I don’t know if that attitude coming into the audition somehow had an opposite effect, but I felt like I just got swept away with it and all of a sudden I was just filming, and then you just go with the flow.  And I depended so much on the creators of the show, and where they wanted to take her.  Many, many people were upset that Lois was there early, because that’s not the mythology.  But that filming still happened in a day and age where you could shut out some of the excess nonsense, right, so you’re not constantly inundated by opinions of everybody all over the world about what they want or don’t want.  And yeah, I just took the stand that, well I’m sorry if you don’t like it—then don’t want it.  You don’t have to watch me. (laughs)

Don:

Exactly.

Erica:

But I think I kind of wore them down through the years and then people seemed to kind of accept her.

Don:

Well I think that was what made Smallville so unique was the Clark Kent persona—the nerdy, bumbling Clark Kent persona—was an invention of Lois Lane.  That had never been done before, and I just thought that was so cool, I just loved it.  

But take me through the early days of that show, being introduced to that show.  It’s a hit show and you’re playing one half of one of the best romances in fiction, and then in a very early scene, you’re dodging a naked guy in your car.

Erica:

Oh yeah! (laughs) Yeah, one of my first scenes was shooting that. And they do that to us all the time, when you’re filming.  You end up doing what would be considered the most awkward scene.  But I just embraced it because it would be awkward anyway and of course, what we show you guys we see is not all of what we see. It’s much more tame than what people think it is.  But I have to say it was kind of embarrassing, right, because I had originally booked the background.  I was an extras agent, so I had booked all of Tom’s photo doubles and all of that kind of stuff and all of a sudden I’m sitting in here and I’m working with the guy so that was (laughs) awkward, and so that kind of birthed the whole part of Lois that was neurotic and a little bit odd and everybody thinks it was a real choice, but it was me just trying to embrace the fact that here I was feeling like an imposter working on this show.

Don:

Very unique trial by fire.  

Erica:

(laughs) I’d love to say that it was methodically thought out, but it really wasn’t.

Don:

“I demand that I dodge a naked guy in my first episode!”

Erica:

(Laughs)

Don:

One of the things that stuck out to me in your interpretation of Lois Lane was that it was quite egalitarian in the show’s treatment of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Not to get too in the woods, but there’s a great moment in an early episode where your character gets separated while you’re fighting some commando types, and you see the panic on Clark’s face, as he realizes he’s left you alone, and you must be in danger, because Lana was in danger every episode.  And as he comes over the hill to check on you, and unlike Lana, we see that you’re handling these guys just fine—your kung fu moves—so is that fun to play? The damsel not in distress?

Erica:

Yes! (laughs) Yes, that’s why I liked it. Kristin’s character got a bad rap on that and if any of you have ever met her, or been at a convention you see that what a strong and independent wonderful woman she is.  And one of her biggest frustrations was that she was in this space that she never could rescue herself. But we all realize that we are given those role and we’re meant to play them out and it’s part of the gig. And so, when people say “oh I love how you did Lois and she was so independent and amazing” I always say “and I thank you for that, but I also lucked in a role where they allowed me to do that”.  And I really liked that I would pick up a script and one episode I would be doing lots of stunts, and be really feisty and then the next episode I would be the lady that needed help, and I would get to be vulnerable and all of those things and people wondered about that and they would ask me about the consistency of that. And I said, first of all if you knew me you’d know I am very contradictory and you never know which personality you’re going to get in the morning anyway. But human beings do contradict themselves, so you’re going to have her do that sometimes, and then the next time it’s going to be--you know--she’s going to be right back in his face again.

Don:

And sometimes you’re a vampire.

Erica:

And sometimes I’m a vampire, or—I think I was a zombie once, that one was really difficult.  The one thing I will say, as the years went on, I would get a little bit lippy about it, was the fact that we’d be out in the middle of the night, usually fighting bad guys, it’s cold, I’m wearing heels and a very skimpy dress, and (Tom) comes out with his workboots, and about five layers of clothes on and he’s so comfortable, and I was like “Ok, wait a minute”.  So I remember doing a couple of things like that which were taking it up even a notch, because I’m fighting, and I’m kicking, but I’m running up the stairs backwards wearing high heeled boots, right, and I pointed that out occasionally. And they didn’t care. (Laughs)

Don:

Well, we appreciated it, your sacrifice. I’ll ask one more and then maybe we’ll open it up to the floor for a bit.  

Returning to the role of Lois Lane recently, in the Crisis storyline. Comic fans, particularly Superman fans, as you sort of hinted at, can be passionate about what they like, or don’t like.  So a big decision like Clark giving up his powers in the wrap up there could be one of those divisive things.  How did you feel about it, and what has the reaction been at these kind of shows?

Erica:

The reaction has been really really good. I think because it was a less is more scenario.  And how do you insert them into that universe that already has a Lois and Clark?  All those kinds of things.  And beloved characters that, you know, are set in stone in a certain way in people’s minds.  And so for the most part, people were really really excited about it.  And anytime they asked Tom (Welling) about how he felt about it, he was so positive about the way he was portrayed, that he had wanted that, and I think people kind of fell along, into line with that, because it’s how he felt about it.  He was fine.  And I still got to bug him, which is nice.  I had like four lines, and I still was in his face, which was great.  

Don:

It was like a high school reunion.

Erica:

It was like “ah, Tom, you need it.  Somebody’s gotta do this to you.”

Don:

And if people didn’t like it, it’s just an alternate Earth.

Erica:

Yeah, exactly.  And, just switch the channel if you don’t like it.

Audience Member 1:

Hi, I’m Greg from Moose Jaw.  I’m sure I speak for everyone here, but you certainly couldn’t have gotten to the show soon enough.  You made the show, and I don’t care what anyone else says.  You could have been there from season one, it would have been perfect.

Erica:

Oh, thank you. (applause)

Audience Member 1:

Just a question I had there, was there anyone that you enjoyed working with most, or any funny story you have with someone there? Just someone that you got along with, or developed a friendship with?

Erica:

Well, It would be really fun if I could make a joke and say ugh I hated everybody, but I was known as the one that was there that was always very keen to be there, with lots of energy and excitement and everybody else either had been there for a long time, or just had a different personality.  I got to know Cassidy Freeman pretty well when she came in in the latter seasons.  So Cassidy, and Laura (Vandervoort) and I, we hung out a lot.  Kristin we kinda didn’t see each other too much.  We’re actually much better friends now, after the show. We see each other quite a bit.  I loved working with Justin Hartley.  We laughed a lot.  We were both the new people on the show at the time, and so we had a really great camaraderie.  But yeah, I’d say working with Tom, because I did it so much.  I was just lucky that we got on very very well.  And our personalities matched.  We understood each other, we had the same sense of how to work, and the way we wanted to work.  It was really cool.  

Don:

Excellent.  While we wait for another question from the floor, I’ll ask another one here.  I know you’re a busy actress, with a thriving career, so you don’t get as much downtime as you probably want, but what is your current binge watch, when you’re at home.  

Erica:

I just finished watching Sanditon on PBS.  I love PBS and British shows, so I just finished watching that one.  Do you guys ever have that, too?  Where you know you sit and watch lots of Netflix, and Amazon, but then somebody says “what’s your favorite” and you’re like completely blank. I know I finished watching a ton of stuff.  Let me think about it.  The name is gonna drop in when the panel is over and I’ll yell it out somewhere, but that’s one of them. 

Audience Member Mike Fisher (head honcho for the convention):  

Yeah, I can’t remember if I had a bigger crush on you or Justin when you both came on the show

Erica:

(laughs)

Mike Fisher:

You guys were such a breath of fresh air.

Erica:

I mean, you know what we did do, is we compared waists and I think his waistline was probably as thin as mine.

Mike Fisher:

I just don’t know if that guy is human.  

Erica:

(laughs)

Mike Fisher:

He’s like an experiment from another planet.

Erica:

He is! He is.

Mike Fisher:

He is.

Erica:

He never slept, he ate doughnuts all the time.  

Mike Fisher:

What?

Erica:

Yeah.

Mike Fisher:

That is so frustrating to hear.

Erica:

All the time.  And I would be sitting there with a tuna cup, and I was like, “I hate you”.

Mike Fisher:

Yeah I know. I’ve seen Tom eat at conventions, and I’m like what is happening? These guys just get away with murder.  

Erica:

They’re so lucky, they don’t seem to get old and wrinkly, or leathery. Everybody goes “Oh you look so handsome, you’ve really grown into yourself”

Mike Fisher:

Distinguished. When you get older, right, it’s “distinguished”.

Erica:  

Distinguished yeah. I don’t get that.  

Mike Fisher:

So, shoutout to Three Hills, shoutout to the prairies. I’m just wondering, when you move to Vancouver, when you’re doing work in LA, was there a part of you that felt like you weren’t going to fit there? Just where you grew up wasn’t a match for being in LA with the way you were raised?

Erica:

Absolutely!

Mike Fisher:

So how did you deal with that?

Erica:

(Laughs) How much time do you have?  I really just tried to see it all with a bit of a sense of humour.  I am who I am, I couldn’t be anybody other than who I am, and so you just take it or you leave it.  But I tended to withdraw quite a bit. Especially in a new scenario, so that I could kind of observe the room, observe how everything works, and find my way to fit in.  But I didn’t ever change who I was.  They just either had to accept it, or not.  But it’s a very foreign kind of world to be in.  I still look for that revolving door to kick me right out the back.  That they have in the saloon.  Why am I still here?  You can’t, and I don’t want to change who I am.  But really, you can’t change that first blueprint of where you came from.  And I’m proud of it.

Mike Fisher:

Thank goodness.

Erica:

(laughs)

Audience Member #3:

Hi, Mike from here in the city.  My daughter wanted to say hi, because she’s super nervous.  She wanted to ask a question but she’s super nervous. First I’m going to sing your praises, like everybody else, honestly since Margot Kidder, when you came to be Lois Lane, I have compared every other Lois to you since you made your first appearance, you were fantastic. Not just how you look, your act, everything was just perfect.  So far no one’s come even close, to me, my personal opinion.  I’d like to see a lot more of that.  So to my question, when you came back many years later to play Lois again, with Tom on the crossover, and then plus doing your appearance on Supergirl, was it easy to get right back to that Lois role, and go into that kind of world again, or was it like riding a bike?

Erica:

It was like riding a bike.  The thing about playing in Supergirl is that it just felt a little bit surreal.  It was like that I was the adult in the group, and I was watching these kids.  And it was some of the same sets, a lot of the same gags.  It felt like it was home, but not quite.  And you were there to do the support piece. It came around so quickly for me.  I’d just had my son, and then they called and they said could you come and do this part, they had their other actress ended up going and doing other things, and so, it was just again, like most things in my life, I don’t plan for it, and I end up on set looking around going “Ok, so now I’m Alura, and I’m Supergirl’s mom”.  As far as the Lois thing, it was really cool, and that’s how you know you’ve met people in your life, or people come across in your life that are just—it’s as if you’ve met them before.  And that’s how it is with Tom and I.  It was always like that.  When we first met, it was really easy.  We didn’t see each other for ten years, and I showed up on that set, and it was so easy, it was so nice, it was like coming back home again.  So we had great laughs and a good time.   

Don:

So shifting back to Hallmark for a moment, and Christmas Stars—a favourite around our house by the way.  You got to sing!  

Erica:

I did!

Don:

Was that something you’d love to do more of?

Erica:

I would love to.  I’d love to do it in a way that wasn’t so rushed. Again it was very new for me, and I ended up showing up there and working with JT (Hodges), who is really great. He wrote the songs.  And I got a cold.  So I was basically singing the whole time with a cold—(turns to Kathy) Kathy—not in my register at all.  Here’s my debut singing, and I’m doing alto, which I’m not an alto. Anyways, it was really fun, it was just something different.  Originally, I wanted to be on Broadway, and do theatre, where I can mix it all up, and it would be spontaneous, and fresh every time, and so that was as close as I got to mixing some of the things I’d love to do

Don:

So far.

Erica:

So far!  That’s a positive way to look at it.

Don:

Saskatoon doesn’t have an NHL team so you’re safer here than most cities.

Erica:

Kinda.

Don:

Kind of.  Is there a hockey team you grew up cheering for, or cheer for now?

Erica:  

Oh.  I grew up cheering for the Calgary Flames.  Because I’m from Alberta, and I was closest to Calgary, and I always felt like they were the underdogs. Because at that time—this is gonna age me—but the Oilers had Gretzky. And I was like “ughh, they win every time!”  So I just had to cheer for Calgary, and there’s still that competition, every time I go to Alberta, if I’m in Edmonton or Calgary, boy those two do not like each other. Just some principle.

Don:

A little vocal.

Erica:

Yeah.

Don:  

Is Tom Welling’s cartoon gonna happen?  This cartoon Smallville he’s very excited about?

Erica:  

Let me text him. (laughs) You know what?  I’m always the last to the party.  Whether it’s Smallville, or their thing.  I think that it’s definitely in the works, but that’s as much as I know.  And then they’ll call me and be like “are you gonna do this thing”.  And I’ll say “yeah, sure, of course.  I’m game”.  I hope so.  How fun would that be?  I would love that.  Yeah.

Don:

So we’ll do some rapid fire.  

Erica:

Oh! Ok.

Don:

Pizza or tacos?

Erica:

Tacos.

Don:

Beatles or Stones?

Erica:

Stones. (pause) I feel like I’m being judged harshly (laughs)

Don:

No, those are both correct answers.

Erica:

Ok, ok, ok!

Audience Member #4:

Hi, Matthew from Saskatoon.  Any thoughts of…(trails off)

Erica:

(helpfully) Any thoughts…

Audience Member #4:

Any chance of being in the Marvel cinematic universe?

Erica:

If they would answer my calls.  (laughter) Nobody answers my calls!  I don’t have the right number.

Don:  

That is a good question.  So if you could play—I mean we saw you sort of as Wonder Woman, on Smallville—so if you could play any other superhero who would you want to be?

Erica:

Other than Wonder Woman? I still want to be Wonder Woman. I still think she’s the best.

Don:

I think there’s a few people who would want to see you play Wonder Woman. (applause)

Erica:

I still think it would be fun.  But I’m not gonna do anything now, because Gal (Gadot) is out there, so forget that. (laughter) Way too stressful.  I could talk about the new Hallmark movie I just did.

Don:

Yes, please do.

Erica:

“Color My World With Love”

Don:

Yes!  You were promoting this a bit on your Instagram, and it looks very interesting, so please do.

Erica:

Yeah.  So it’s coming out on June 12th, and I got to play the mother of the lovely Lily D. Moore.  And it is a story based on her love life, and her falling in love, and what I like what they’re doing with Hallmark right now is they’re trying to tell different types of love stories, and not just the basic “guy meets girl, they’re both of the same socio-economic status or whatever” there’s no levels, it’s just the one love story.  Which is fine.  But now they’re starting to do the love stories where, for example, just my love for my daughter, right?  How do I raise my child?  How do I let her go?  How do I let her experience love and see the world through her eyes, and make mistakes, and fall in love, and get hurt? And all of those things, and so, yeah, it’s a good show.

Don:

And we don’t see performers that look like her (Moore has Down syndrome) on TV enough, and so I’m really excited to check that out, and I’m just excited to have Hallmark quality movies year round.  Same with the mystery movies—they don’t have to be in a Christmas resort town—

Erica:

(laughs) We’ve done enough of those!

Don:

We like those.

Erica:

We laugh about it, too.  We’re like “are we in a cherry orchard or an apple orchard, there’s always the red truck” but I like to watch them myself.  There’s always that red truck in every movie!

Don:

I’ll have to add that to our Bingo sheet.

Erica:

(laughs)

Don:

We have a few entries on the bingo sheet.

Erica:

So you do like a Bingo game when you’re watching Hallmark?

Don:

Absolutely. Yes.

Erica:

That’s good.  It’s safer than a drinking game.

Don:

(laughs) It’s safer than a drinking game! Exactly. The kids are in bed, we’re gonna—

Erica:

No, but I joke.  They’re good movies, and they make people feel good, and lots of people gather around and watch them together.  

Don:

Absolutely.

Erica:

(There is a gap in the questions from the audience) You’re all so polite.  I love Canada.

Audience Member 1:

I wanted to give someone else a chance, but I definitely have more questions.  I just wanted to hear a bit more about your auditioning process on Smallville, and stuff like that.  How you got there, who was involved in getting you in, and what it was like, your first foray, I just like hearing origin stories.

Erica:

Oh, Ok.  I just went through the regular audition process.  You just go in, in Vancouver and you give it a go.  I was actually brought down to LA before that, so I think I got Lois because I was brought down earlier, and I went in to audition for a show called Tarzan, and there was a very very well known director named David Nutter, who launched a lot of these shows—he actually launched Smallville—and he saw me in the audition room, and he brought me to LA to audition for his show, and that’s where I met Warner Brothers.  And they signed me onto what’s called an exclusivity deal, which is—I would only do something for them.  And that year I ended up doing Gramercy Park, which was a pilot for them, and so I kinda got on their radar.  And as things happen—nothing happened.  That is a lot of this business as well, you can shoot a ton of pilots and nothing goes.  And we went a full year, and then the Lois character came out and I remember my manager was so excited, “oh four episodes, you get to play Lois, its gonna be amazing, you’re gonna go in for this” as I said, I didn’t want to do it.  I was kinda pouting.  So I went in to audition, and then what happens is they take you down to test, and so you go down to LA, and you go to the studio first, and you just go into this room—they make the process really stressful for the actor, as stressful as possible.  And they all sit there and eat lunch and judge you, and you’re usually in a real like theatre, so they’re like in these riser chairs, and you come in, and do your audition.  So you have to pass the studio first, and if the studio likes you, then you make it to the next round.  So you’ll know right after, because they’ll basically say “kay, thanks, bye, go home” and then you’re with like four or five other girls, and then it slowly goes down. So then I went to the network, and then I waited and waited, and didn’t hear anything.  And I was about to get on my plane to Vancouver, and that’s when my manager called and he goes “you’re playing Lois!” and I went “No way!” and I yelled really loud in the airport.  And then what I didn’t realize—and I’ve told this story a ton—that was the Friday night, and then on the Saturday, I went to the studio to take pictures and do the whole deal, and I was just gonna meet Tom and say “hi”.  And I was like Ok, cool, part of the team, I can do this. We were supposed to read a scene we were doing on Monday. I didn’t know if he didn’t like me, I would get fired! (laughs) So, and he’ll deny that to this day, but I know that it was the final hoop that I had to go through that if I didn’t meet his standards of not annoying, and not threatening, not making his life difficult—that I would not be working on Monday.  So—phew—I’m glad I didn’t know that! And then I ended up working on Monday, and then had to shoot that scene where I saw him scantily clad, and that was awkward, because I barely knew him.  And the rest of kind of history.  And what was really great about Tom is that he understood what it was like to be part of a show with almost no experience, and so four years later, he meets this person that’s thrust into a rather large role, and in that way he took me under his wing, and he kinda showed me the ropes, and gave me hints, and helped me out with some things that I was awkward about.  And I think that was kind of a basis for such a good friendship, and it helped with our work.

Audience Member 1:

Perfect, good to hear, I appreciate it.

Audience Member #5:

Thanks so much for joining us in Saskatoon.

Erica:

Thanks for having me.

Audience Member #5:

There was a question about Marvel Cinematic Universe, but is there a character or a franchise that you would love to be involved with in the future, or anything like that? That you can see, like, oh I want to be in a Star Wars movie, or something like that?

Erica:

How do I put this? As an actor, I’m game for anything, pretty much, that’s respectable.  Like I’m at a point where I want to do stuff that I’m not ashamed of, and that I don’t want my kids to be embarrassed about what their mother is doing.  But, you know I’ve never really had to project, and go, I’m gonna work toward this particular job, or that particular job.  And I lucked into two jobs that lasted really long, and I’m getting jobs offered to me so to have the imagination to sit and go, of I’d love to go do this.  I’d love to work again, steadily, but I really love series work.  I don’t want to do really dark independent movies that depress me, and depress people that watch it.  And sometimes, in certain acting circles, that will diminish me quite a but in their eyes.  But I’ve gotten to a point in my life where if something is a little bit too dark, I just don’t want to be in that zone.  So I am quite happy to play on a network TV show, like a procedural; little bit of crime, little bit of sci-fi. I’d like to bring sci-fi back into things because it makes it so much more fun.  Because you can become other characters whilst being a detective or something.  Maybe something fun like that.

Don:

Excellent.

Audience Member #6:

(Nervous) Hi.  So have you ever considered like going into like voiceover animation, or would you prefer to just like stick to doing more live action, just out of curiosity.

Erica:

I would love to do voiceover, which is why I’m hoping that Tom (Welling) and Mike (Michael Rosenbaum)’s thing works, because then I could do that.  You see how I’m just like, ugh, why pursue it if there’s other people who are gonna give me the job?  No, honestly I would.  And I think there is a bit of a misunderstanding, that it’s something that’s easy to get into.  I find that you get onto a highway, or a certain road as an actor, and you’re in that space.  And there’s many of us that would love to try those other things, but the opportunity isn’t always there.  But I think it would be such an interesting way to use my craft and figure out how to make something come alive by just being in the studio, and rolling in there and doing that. And seeing what the wonderful artists could do with it.  For sure.

Audience Member #6:

Yeah I hope it happens.  Good luck.

Don:

So I think this will be the last question, the guy with the appropriate shirt (wearing a Superman t-shirt)

Audience Member #7:

Are you going to go on Michael Rosenbaum’s podcast again soon.  I watched it this morning

Erica:

Yes.  He is relentless.

Don:

That’s a good word.

Erica:

No, we just did another one. We did one a year ago, and he keeps calling “are you gonna do it, are you gonna do it?” NO, I don’t want to do it, I don’t have anything to talk about, what am I gonna talk about?  So there’s another one coming out, and I get quite nervous, and just texted him the other day, I was like “did I say something weird in our interview?” “No, it’s great.” It will come, and then you guys can judge it.

Audience Member #7:

Right on, awesome.

Don:

On behalf of Saskatoon Expo, and everybody here, and Superman fans everywhere, we just thank you for your body of work, and for coming here today, we have so appreciated all these answers and just your presence.

Erica:

Well thank you for having me, and for your lovely questions, I hope you guys have a really great weekend. Bye!

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