#and just went through and made a couple tweaks now

[comradekatara]

I can see your whole history in your eyes. You were born with nothing. So you've had to struggle and connive and claw your way to power. But true power, the divine right to rule, is something you're born with. The fact is, they don't know which one of us is going to be sitting on that throne and which of us is going to be bowing down. But I know, and you know.

while azula’s speech to long feng in this scene is indisputably iconic and powerful, it is also blatantly wrong. azula cites “the divine right to rule” as her prerogative to take the earth kingdom throne over long feng in their vie for power, but the divinity of the monarchy is a hollow justification for the existence of any given monarchy in the first place, not some ontological imperative that demands certain families seize and maintain power. centuries ago, azula’s ancestors claimed power over the fire nation, and her belief system is the product of the rhetoric they created after the fact to justify their power and influence over the state, and some time later, sozin’s imperialist doctrine that it is also the fire nation’s prerogative to colonize other states beyond their accepted borders. what makes this moment so effective is that azula truly believes the imperialist rhetoric she spouts in this intimidating monologue, as it was the creed she was born into – but as we are plainly shown throughout the show, her belief system is wrong, and she possesses no inherent, divine superiority over others. her facade of power, strength, and domination ultimately guards an empty myth, a lie that nearly destroyed the entire world.

BUT.

out of context, her words are not entirely wrong.

you've had to struggle and connive and claw your way to power

but true power

the divine right to rule

is something you're born with

unlike in our world, wherein the existence of divine power(s) cannot ever be truly proven, the spirit world not only demonstrably exists, but is eminently accessible. only because of aang’s century-long stasis in the iceberg was there ever any doubt of the avatar’s return, reducing the spiritual/cultural/political/global significance of the avatar to a myth, and plunging the world into unrest, chaos, and despair. but the world of avatar itself spans a vast history, in which aang’s era is merely a blip. he is but one reincarnation is the vast line of avatars, the bridge between the human and spirit worlds, the bringer of balance, chosen by the spirits. if anyone has an ontological, divinely-necessitated influence over the world, it is not the fire nation royal family: it is, quite plainly, the avatar.

#id in alt text #analysis #azula #aang #long feng #ozai #lore #ive had this post in my drafts for like two years #and just went through and made a couple tweaks now #idk why i didnt post it sooner but #i think this post is only part of a larger discussion #bc the role of the avatar in their world is actually more controversial than im presenting it here #i also wanna make more posts abt the aang & zuko imagery #of how they are the phoenixes that ozai fails to be #and the important thematic parallels between them #but this is also a second part to the 'azula tides analysis' post #deconstructing her speeches is so fun #the dramatic irony of her rhetoric #maybe ill compile those moments too #idk #theres just so much to say abt atla #i guess. thats why. i have this bloggue #hm!

[markster666]

Every Thought, You. (SFW)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Flirting, SFW, Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 958

A/N: Thank you to @persephoneblck for this base writing prompt suggestion (with my own tweaks/spin). Unedited. Requests are open.

Ever since coming to the hotel, you have felt much less alone than you have ever felt in the duration of your life in Hell. Charlie was the first to greet you with open arms before you could even knock twice on the big, wooden doors. Vaggie was aprehensive about your arrival at first but quickly grew accustomed to you, mostly for Charlie's sake. Husk simply tolerated you and Angel Dust constantly flaunted his figure to... everyone. It made you chuckle sometimes but more out of pity. Every day and night, like clockwork, you did your exercises for supposed future rehabilitation and sometimes they made you feel more alone than ever, but you never felt judged by anybody there.

Not even Alastor.

The first time you two met, he was sitting at the bar, annoying Husk for another drink. You had arrived a couple days prior and had already settled in a good amount. You walked past the bar, not even paying attention to the deer demon staring at you, wide grinned. You almost reached your room before you heard a booming radio-esque voice behind you,

"Well HELLO there my dear! Haven't seen you around!"

You felt your heart skip a beat at the sudden noise and quickly turned around, taking in Alastor's features. His eyes reflected the red of the hotel walls, beaming at you. His ears twitched a bit at the sight of you, but his wide grin didn't falter even for a millisecond. He was dramatically hunched over with his hand out to shake yours. You stared at his hand for a bit until he retreated it as a sign that he caught on to your discomfort and he stood up straight.

"Apologies my dear, your look of fear is something I am graciously used to. I just wanted to extend my welcomes to you. Please indulge in my presence if you feel it necessary, I would LOVE to know what makes you tick!"

His head ticked to the side at the final word before turning on his heel and walking off.

As the weeks turned into months, Alastor's voice no longer startled you and his presence became comfort. You thought him charming and he thought you riveting. He allowed you access into his radio tower, even on his recording days. He had memorized your favorite song and learned it on every instruement and how pancakes make you nauseous in the mornings so you prefer oatmeal for breakfast. You once told him a new cologne of his smelled like all the good things in life, so now that's all he cares to wear. He learned that you have trouble sleeping without white noise, so he'll sit for hours next to your bed, gently humming in his radio voice your favorite songs. Your heart was pure and his heart was warm.

Alastor decided that tonight was the night that he was going to be open about his continuously growing feelings for you. He had gone through several sheets of paper in an attempt to write the perfect confession note and he finally settled on one. Earlier that afternoon, he had invited you to his room to talk and you said you'd be there. You have only been in his room once before because you went in with Val to ask Alastor to get rid of Sir Pentious's Egg Bois.

He heard a knock on the door and took one last deep breath before locking in his smile again and slamming the door open before you could knock again.

"Why hello there Darling, you look absolutely ravishing as usual my Dear!"

He gave you a quick kiss on your hand before leading you into his room and shutting the door behind him, helping you shrug off your jacket before hanging it up on a nearby hook.

"Please, My Dear, make yourself comfortable!"

You walked further into his room, scanning your surroundings before stopping right in front of the undefined line of where his physical room and the forest meet. Your eyes sparkled as you gazed up at the skyline.

"Alastor, your forest is absolutely beautiful."

He walked briskly to join you.

"Ah, yes, isn't it? I imported it myself. I delight in many meals here."

The sky stunned your senses. There were fireflies flying around the trees that rose submissively to the vast sky. The lavish green of the trees complimented well with the hues of blue shading above, the glow of the fireflies adding a etherial touch to it all. The thick fog made the sky's autonomy seem endless.

"It may just be the most beautiful thing i've seen in all of Hell."

Alastors eye twitches very slightly and his ears furrow backwards.

"I have to strongly agree with you, my Dear. Every time I gift my eyes with the sight of this, it helps me remember that there are still some fine things down here with me. I may be a connoisseur in all things audio, but nothing beats this kind of visual. I would relish in it for eternity if I could."

You glanced at him to show him that you were listening, only to have your eyes make direct contact with each other. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his gaze penetrate you.

He was staring at me while he was saying that.

You smiled at him warmly as it finally clicked. He walked behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them as you both turned your gazes back to the forest.

"You, mon cher, are allowed to stay in my dreams every night. Always."

You took a deep breathe and closed your eyes, enjoying all of the sensations around you.

"And you in mine, Alastor."

#alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #radio demon #the radio demon #sfw

[ctitan98official]

Alcina is very smart

Y/N: Alci? Can you help me proof-read this essay I wrote for a class?

Alcina: *Smiles, rubs their head* Of course, draga. Let me have a look.

Y/N: *Gives her the paper*

Alcina: *Makes a couple of corrections, hands the paper back to Y/N* Here you go, draga. Your paper was wonderful, I just made a few small tweaks. I hope this helps. *Kisses them on the head*

Y/N: Thanks, babe! *Reads through the paper* Alci, this is amazing! You’re the smartest person I know!

Alcina: *Blushes, flattered* Well, Y/N, I am an educated woman. I even went to college before I started my career as a singer. Did you know that I graduated with a BFA?

Y/N: O.o *Thinks for a second, starts cracking up*

Alcina: ??? *Furrows her brows in confusion, suddenly feeling self-conscious* What’s so funny, draga?

Y/N: Does BFA stand for Big Fat Ass? I bet you graduated with honors! *Starts laughing like an idiot, tears streaming down their face*

Alcina: *Cheeks burning* What?! No, Y/N! BFA stands for Bachelor of Fine Arts! It’s a type of college degree. *Crosses her arms dejectedly, pride now hurt*

Y/N: *Finally quits laughing, wipes their eyes, puts a hand to their chin in thought* Hmm… *Grabs a handful of Alcina’s butt* You know, both statements can be true, babe.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[chrisbitchtree]

Money Can't Buy Me Love

For @harringrovelovefest Day 6!

Prompt: Can't Buy Me Love

T - 1k

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Nothing made Robin madder than knowing she was right, yet no one listening to her, which was why she was so frustrated that Billy and Steve hadn’t gotten together yet, despite her superior matchmaking skills.

She’d been friends with Steve for a few years now, ever since they’d been paired together for training shifts as newly hired employees of Scoops Ahoy ice cream shop back in their hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. It had first been a friendship of circumstance, but then they’d realized how much they had in common, and their friendship had intensified until they were inseparable.

She’d only met Billy the previous spring semester when they’d started studying together for their shared Stats class, but she could tell right away that he and Steve were perfect for each other. Where Steve was sweet and soft, a total romantic, Billy was gruff and brash, full of snark. They bickered over anything and everything any time they were together, but they had the whole opposites attract thing going on. Plus, Robin saw how they looked at each other when Steve would join them for a study session, or they’d all meet up to go to dinner or a movie. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife any time they were in the same room.

Robin wasn’t sneaky about her intent to pair them up, constantly telling them that they try going out on a date sometime, or at least bone each other, even if just to see if they were compatible with each other. She even tried to rope her girlfriend, Heather, into trying to persuade them, but she said she was staying out of it.

But try as hard as she might, Billy and Steve kept refusing, saying that neither of them were looking for a relationship right now, and were perfectly happy as friends. That seemed to be true, both of them members of the same rec basketball team, they worked out together, partied together, constantly featuring on each other’s Instagram stories, and if Steve wasn’t texting Robin, he was texting Billy. She just couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to take it to the next level and become the sickeningly hot power couple that they were destined to be.

After months of begging, she’d gotten desperate just before Valentine’s Day. She approached Billy and Steve where they sat across from each other in the cafeteria, sharing a massive plate of fries. “Ok, idiots,” she said by way of greeting. “What’s it going to take to get the two of you to take a chance on each other and prove me right?”

They both paused shovelling fries in their mouth to look at each other before turning their attention to Robin. “$20,” Billy replied, dragging a fry through the big blob of ketchup on the side of the plate. “Each.”

“Ugh, fine,” Robin sighed, pulling out her wallet and extracting two twenty dollar bills. She wasn’t exactly in a financial position to be handing out cash, but it would be worth it when these two boneheads fell head over heels in love with each other.

She handed them each a bill. “You can thank me later, you dumbasses.”

***

Robin knew their date would go well, but she wasn’t quite prepared for just how well it would go. Three days later, on the morning of Valentine’s Day, she left her bedroom and went downstairs, entering her and Steve’s living room to find him on the couch, in Billy’s lap, making out super aggressively. Billy’s hands were down the back of Steve’s jeans, and Billy’s shirt was half off, Steve tweaking one of his nipples, and it appeared that they weren’t kissing so much as trying to swallow each other’s faces.

Robin cleared her throat and they both turned. She smirked at them, her hands on her hips. “So, it looks like I was right. You two are perfect for each other.”

Billy grinned at her. “We have to admit, we were both skeptical, but you were right. We’re made for each other. Look, we got matching tattoos.”

They both pushed up their shirt sleeve to show off what was indeed matching tattoos of a date. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the date was the date before. Holy shit, they were moving faster than she could have anticipated. “Ummmmm, what’s the significance of the date?”

“Our wedding day,” Steve replied. He held out his left hand for her to inspect the silver band encircling his ring finger. “We got married yesterday.”

Billy pulled Steve close and nuzzled his cheek. “We just felt like there was no point in waiting once we got together. It just felt so right to be with Steve, I wanted to lock him in fast. And we only have you to thank.”

“No, no, no, there’s no way. I take it back. You don’t need to be together. You’re too young to be married. There’s so much fun to have out there. You don’t need to settle down. Tell me this is some sick joke.”

Steve broke first, a grin spreading over his face. He started laughing, and it didn’t take long for Billy to join in. He licked a finger, swiping it down Steve’s tattoo, which thankfully started to smear.

“Oh, fuck you,” Robin shouted, walking out of the room to the kitchen. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Billy laughed. “Because it was funny. We’ve been together for weeks, Buckley. We just didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being right. When you offered us money, it was too good to turn down.”

“Ugh, you guys suck. But I’m happy for you both. And pleased to hear that I’m right. Like I always am.”

#harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #chrisbitchtree writes #harringrove fic

[blossom-works]

Power Couple

Request (anon): Hiii!! How are you? Can I ask for a kylian request where both the reader and him go on Ridiculousness and it’s just all fluff and jokes, thanks anyway

Thank you for your request! I had to tweak your submission since I don't think Kylian would allow his s/o on a platform like that for privacy's sake. I do hope that I made you proud with this though!

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About a month ago, you and the board of your hospital agreed that it would be best if you quit your job. Now, why would you quit a job you absolutley loved doing? The reason why both parties agreed to it is because while you were on maternity leave, someone found out you worked at the hospital and told the world. People started coming to (and sneaking in) the hospital just to snap a photo or a short video of you. Some even harrassed you. It got so bad that the safety of the staff, patients, and actual visitors came to the surface.

When you told Kylian about this, he was furious. He took it to his social media and posted a statement saying that he was disappointed with his "fans" behavior. Kylian also said that he would be taking the threats and harassment towards you to court. "I do not take the safety of myself or my family members lightly. All threats and harassment made towards my wife maliciously or jokingly, will be investigated by my legal team."

You cried for days after you left your job. You truly loved it and the kids there. Kylian even asked to take a day off practice to make sure you were okay. Since then, you have been distracting yourself by being a stay-at-home mom. You loved it. You love being able to take care of your child 24/7. In fact, you took pride in it. When Matthew was old enough, you and Kylian enrolled him in daycare. It would be good for him to socialize with babies his age and people who are not you or Kylian. You hated being home alone with no husband or kid to dote on. It was just you and that big ass house.

You brought this to Kylian and you both came up with a solution. Fayza, your mother-in-law, is working on a project for Inspired by KM and she could use your help. You immediately accepted Kylian's proposal and the next week, you were working alongside your mother-in-law. Your first day was pretty easy, just reviewing the project itself and adding your little details. The following days were more hands-on work. You even had to do a small interview with Fayza about the project.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You are grateful that Fayze was there to take the lead when you stumbled here and there. While in Bondy, you met the kids there and did so many fun activities with them. From cooking and baking to playing a game of football with them. At that time, the targeted demographic did not know that you were Kylian's wife, but now, people know that Kylian's wife is supporting her husband through his organization.

Now, you are confident when doing your interviews. You added a lot of value to the organization that you ended up being named "director". A position that sits just under Kylian. You even have your own secretary! French news media went wild about how much of a power couple the two of you are. When you were given the position of director, Kylian threw a huge party to celebrate. The more projects you push out in Inspired by KM, the more your face gets recognized. You transferred the knowledge you gathered while working at the hospital and inserted it into Kylian's organization.

You and your family traveled to France a few days ago because you and Kylian have to do an interview there to talk about the latest project of Inspired by KM. Kylian's parents will be at the family home so they can watch their almost one-year-old grandson.

The two of you agreed to stick to a neutral-colored wardrobe. Kylian is wearing a white button-down and black slacks with some loafers and as always, donning a HUBLOT watch. You chose to wear something a little more dressy. A back shirt and blazer with a pair of beige, velvet pants and nude heels. You tied your hair in a low bun and are wearing an Olivia Burton watch Kylian got you for your first anniversary. Quite the power couple look indeed.

(Bold dialect will be in French)

"Mrs. Mbappe, it's well known that you joined your husband's organization because you lost your job at a Spanish hospital. How was that like for you?"

Ah, a question you have heard and answered a dozen times before.

"It was hard. I loved my job but the board and I came to a mutual understanding and agreement. Both parties agreed that it was no longer about whether or not I should keep my job, but it was about the safety of the people who worked and were administered there."

The interviewer nods and writes down a couple of notes. He then asks Kylian how he felt about the situation. Kylian just said that he was angry for you and did what he could to protect you. He calls the incident a blessing in disguise because you have done so much for his organization, and it has made the two of you closer as a couple.

"You gave birth in the fall of last year, correct? Has motherhood clashed with your duties for Inspired by KM?"

"No, it hasn't. I'm thankful for my husband's resources that allow me to work with Inspired by KM. Motherhood has made me a more nurturing woman which helps with my job at KM."

Again, he nods and writes down some notes. The interview so far is a bit redundant. His questions have been questions you have answered before, just worded differently. It does not help that the interview is a live one (with a live audience), so you cannot make any signs that show your disinterest.

"So, the recent project Inspired by KM was actually partnered with UNICEF. Can you tell me how that happened, Mrs. Mbappe?"

Finally! A question about the project that was recently launched.

"Certainly! I have always admired the work that UNICEF does and our missions align. One is just more global than the other. I shared my desire to expand KM's reach to children all over the world with my husband and our board at KM. Everyone came to an agreement and I wrote a proposal partnership to the general director of UNICEF."

"Why did you agree to it Kylian? Other than it being because your wife wanted to."

"When my love first brought the idea up, it was just the two of us. She had already come up with the project's structure and it was all very detailed. It wasn't just something she came up with on a whim. My wife did her research because she truly wished to make the project a reality. She was very passionate. She was still passionate when she proposed the idea during a board meeting. My wife supports me by cheering for me in the stands when I'm playing, and she supports me by working for my organization. I agreed because I want to support her."

The audience watching clap for Kylian's response. They even hollar when you kiss Kylian's cheek in appreciation. You are so glad that you are wearing makeup that hides your blushing face (besides the actual blush used).

"I want to bring attention to this projection screen here." The interviewer motions to the object. The projection turns on and a video pops up. The play button is clicked and when the first frame comes on, you hide your face into Kylian's shoulder in embarrassment. He too hides his face in your hair in embarrassment.

What on earth is being displayed to make you and Kylian want to hide from the world? It is a video of you and Kylian carelessly dancing in the office building. To destress the two of you, Kylian put on some music and coerced you to dance with him. Neither of you realized that Wilfried recorded the moment.

In the video, neither of you cares to observe your surroundings. Heck, one part of the video shows Kylian trying to twerk to the beat of the music. The room fills with laughter and you and Kylian are trying your best to shrink yourselves. Oh God! This entire interview is being broadcast! - Live!

Thankfully, the video stops at one minute and the torture is over. Takes a couple of seconds for the laughter to die down which does not help with your embarrassment. You are pretty sure your blushing face is showing through your makeup, but you can only know when the videos and photos of today come out. You lift your head off of Kylian's shoulder and fan your face. Kylian is busy wiping the tears of laughter and pain away from the corner of his eye.

"Well, it seems like the two of you do a great job at supporting each other." The interviewer coughs out. "In all seriousness, it's great to see two busy people such as yourselves enjoying the small moments in life. It's relatable and I believe it brings a positive message to people that they should have fun when they can."

Your husband speaks up. "I agree. It's like with football. I have to be serious when I'm on the pitch but when I'm off, I can have some fun and enjoy life. Enjoy the life I have with my wife." Kylian reaches over and holds your hand in a tight grip. He brings the back of your hand to his mouth and plants a firm kiss on it. The star athlete is never big on PDA. He always finds a way to hold onto you though. It could be hand holding or putting his hand on your waist or the small of your back. The most PDA Kylian will do is a kiss on your head or a small peck on the lips.

For the remainder of the interview, Kylian never let go of your hand. The two of you had to stay an hour or two after the interview to do some fan service (mainly Kylian). Many of his fans came up to you and asked how Matthew was doing. It warms your heart to know that there are people who you do not know, who care about your small family. You tell them how Matthew is a wiggle worm and how he loves to eat squash. He hates tomatoes and is unsure about cucumbers. Bread and cheese though, Matthew would live off of it if he could (French genes amirte).

A little far from you, you think you hear someone asking Kylian if he can teach them how to twerk. Your husband persistently declines the request that was clearly made to poke fun at him. Gosh, that video is going to haunt him forever, huh? Mentally, Kylian sarcastically thanks his father. The day was eventful for the two of you. Over the course of a few months, you have learned how to see the blessings in the curse. You found a way to help children not just in your community, but to the children spread across the globe.

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Hope my little newsletter isn't too cringy or pathetic

#x reader #fanfiction #football #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe #mbappe x reader #kylian mabppe x reader #kylian mbappé imagine #football imagine

[topguncortez]

Jake Seresin and shyreader fics are so cute!!!! What if Jake meets shyreader parents for the first time since her dad is a WSO??

paring: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!female warnings: none! fluffy (Jake's hair routine) Opposites Attract masterlist

A/N: so I mentioned before that her dad is an Admiral. . . So I had to tweak this just a bit:) This would a pre-part 1 blurb. my goal in life is to humble this cocky pilot. Also, thanks for 1.6k🤍

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Jake didn't get scared often. He was usually calm and collected, which made him a good pilot. The last time he had gotten scared was when Y/N had gotten into a small accident in the parking lot of the grocery store. She had called him letting him know what happened and if he could come get her because she was a bit shaken. Jake had sprinted out of the hangar like it was on fire, and sped to her. He had insisted on taking her to the hospital to get looked at, even though both parties walked away from the accident.

Now, Jake was terrified because he was about to meet her father, Vice Admiral James Elliot Parker.

When he had met Y/M, she had mentioned her dad was in the navy. She didn't say a whole lot about what he did other than he was an important person. Jake shrugged it off, knowing that Y/N probably didn't understand all the ins and outs of the Navy, and he was probably nothing more than a commander. But when the letter for a Naval ball he was hosting came in their mailbox, Jake nearly passed out.

"Baby, I asked you his rank! And all you said was he is important!" Jake yelled to her as he fixed his tie in the mirror.

"Well, am I wrong?" Y/N giggled as she put her earring in, "He is important!"

"You didn't tell me he was a four star admiral!?"

Y/N walked out of the bathroom, and leaned against the doorway, "He's just another officer."

"He's an admiral."

Y/N rolled her eyes, and walked up to him, grabbing his face gently in her hands. His hands went to her hips and he squeezed them, "You are stressing out for no reason. He's not one of those people who lets their rank define them. He's a nice man, and he'll like you. Admiral Kazansky can't stop bragging about you to him."

"Oh my god. . . He's seen me fly?!"

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked away from him, over to her vanity to put her heels on. James was currently the vice-commander of the TOPGUN program, working under Admiral Tom Kazansky. Since he got sick a couple years back, Admiral Kazansky had been working a garrison job, and brought along James with him. James was happy to be stationed stateside while his kids were growing up. Jake didn't even know at the time when he was in TOPGUN that he was under the lead of Admiral Parker.

"We're going to be late!" Y/N said, as she finished strapping her heels.

"I know! My damn. . . hair. . . won't. . . there! Where's the hairspray?!"

"Top drawer on the right," Y/N threw her lipstick and a small bottle of lotion into her clutch as Jake walked out of the bathroom, hairspraying his hair.

"Look good?" He asked.

"Perfect, now, put your little hat on and let's go." Jake chuckled as he grabbed his white hat, and walked over to the vanity. He offered Y/N his hand, which she took and stood her up.

"You look amazing," Jake said, and kissed her lips. The dress she wore was a simple black ball gown with a thigh high slit. The engagement ring she wore sat proudly on her finger, and she dared to add a splash of color with red heels on her feet, "He's gonna kill me for this." Jake said, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her engagement ring.

"He'll get it though. He proposed to my mother after nearly dying overseas during a mission. Came right home, walked through the door and proposed. Didn't say a word about it to my grandfather," Y/N said, "Now lets go, before he does yell at us."

"Not helping."

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The ballroom was decorated elegantly as Jake and Y/N stepped through the archway into the room. Jake's eyes immediately scanned the room looking for a man who looked like he could kill him. Y/N greeted several of the wives she had known from growing up around here.

"Where is he?" Jake whispered, as he led them over to their assigned table.

"Where's who?" Y/N asked him.

"The man that is going to murder me."

"He's not going to- Oh, Dad!" Y/N said, spotting her dad standing at their table.

"Oh my god," Jake felt his heart drop in his chest.

"Sweetheart," Jame smiled, as she left Jake's side to hug her father, "So good to see you. Can you believe it boys," James said, pulling back from her and looking at the various admirals he was standing with, "We live in the same city and I never see her."

"It's a big city, Herc," One of them said.

"Oh you know how she is, probably burying herself into that garden of her's," An older female said.

"That is very true, Mrs. Kazansky, and thank you for the types on the azaleas, they look amazing this season," Y/N smiled, "Where's mom?"

"Your sister is home, brought the kids down. Now, tell me who this blonde fellow over there is that keeps staring at you."

"Oh shit," Jake said, choking on his drink.

"Dad, this is Lietutenant Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman," Y/N said, introducing him, "Jake, this is my father, Admiral Parker, callsign Hercules."

"It's nice to meet you, sir," Jake said, holding his hand out for him to shake.

James looked at Jake's out stretched hand for a moment, making the situation a bit awkward before looking up at his green eyes, "So you're the one who proposed to my daughter and didn't even bother to ask me."

"I-" "Dad!"

James chuckled and shook his head, before slapping Jake's hand with his in a handshake, "I'm just messing with you, son. It's nice to finally meet the man who makes my little girl smile so much. Ice can not shut up about your flying skills. Says its like looking in a mirror."

"A less better looking mirror," Iceman adds as he walked over to the group, "Y/N, good to see you, sweetheart."

"Like wise Admiral Kazansky," Y/N said, and gave him a hug, "I'm guessing you already know-"

"Hangman," Ice said, "Someone tells me that you have a confirmed air-to-air kill?"

"That's correct sir, got it on my last trip overseas," Jake seemed to relax now, putting his arm around Y/N's waist as he talked with the admirals. Y/N was amazed at how well he fit in with them. She had seen her fair share of nervous junior officers talking to the "big dogs" before, stuttering and shaking their way through a simple conversation, but not Jake, and it made her swell up with a bit of pride.

"Now tell me, Hangman. . . how's your golf game?" Ice asked.

"Pretty good, sir," Jake smiled.

"Perfect. Guess we just found someone to join us on league nights, huh, James."

"Anything is better than, Mitchell," James laughed.

Jake and Y/N sat at the table with her father, Ice, and his wife Sarah. The drinks and conversation flowed nicely through dinner. Jake was given an award for his air-to-air kill, and Y/N beamed with pride as he was gifted it by none other than her father. After awards, Jake grabbed her hand and took her on the dance floor, spinning her slowly around.

James and Ice sat at their table still, Ice had his arm around Sarah's shoulders as they watched the young couple.

"Ya know, I warned her about pilots," Iceman said, "After she dated that one jackass."

"Yeah, I did too," James said, and took a sip of his drink, "There's something about that one she's got now. I kinda like him."

"I don't think you have a choice," Sarah giggled and looked back over at Y/N and Jake. She smiled as she looked down at her wedding ring, and then back at them.

"I know. . . I think he's gonna be around for a long time."

And James Parker was right. Two months later he was standing witness to his daughter signing a marriage license at the courthouse. And nearly a decade later he was running around the backyard with five Seresin kids chasing after him.

#top gun #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun blurb #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun fic #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick blurb #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fic #hangman #hangman fan fic #hangman fan fiction #hangman fic #hangman blurb #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #Jake seresin #Jake seresin fan fic #Jake seresin fan fiction #Jake seresin fic #Jake seresin imagine #Jake seresin blurb #Jake seresin x reader

[sunchaserwings]

Incoming rant about The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney, and the BBC Sherlock (no major spoilers ahead I promise).

A preface before I begin; I was never a big fan of Sherlock Holmes or any adaptation of the stories. I've seen Elementary although I was very young so I only have the vaguest of memories of enjoying it, and my roommate had me watch a couple BBC Sherlock episodes when I was a tween/young teen. My mother claims she tried to get me into Sherlock Holmes but I'm rather skeptical. Anyhow, onto the story.

Back in March my boyfriend bought me the Ace Attorney games for my birthday which included the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (or Dai Gyakuten Saiban for those who are still stuck on the pre-localization names ;p). I was on my flight home from my birthday trip after I got the news my manager fired my brother while I was out of the state and figured why not, I'd start playing the first TGAA game on the flight. I'd probably enjoy myself and I couldn't sleep.

Second biggest mistake of the year (first biggest was trusting Les Schwab to do my brake job). I. Was. Hooked. I played the first case and fell in love with Kazuma instantly (he's so Zero shaped!). I played the second case and realized that calling him Zero shaped was way too accurate. We all know what happened there. Most important to this rant, I met Herlock Sholmes (more on my opinions on him later). I could barely put the game down but I had to take a break due to finding a new job and getting adjusted. I ended up finishing the game in June or July, one of the two. I finished the final case of the first game in one long 12 hour gaming session it was that good (my back didn't thank me though).

Now, the man of the hour: Herlock Sholmes. I didn't think much of him initially. He was simultaneously charming and annoying in the second case but as I played more he grew on me. I cried when the start of 1-5 happened. He clawed his way up into like the top 7 favorite characters at the time. The ending of the game with him playing his violin made me bawl my eyes out. I. Loved. This. Game.

It took a few more months to start and finish the second game. In between Adventures and Resolve I played Skyward Sword, Minish Cap, and some others so I had a healthy break. I came back to play Resolve and finished it like two months ago. It hit me in the gut just as hard as the first game did although there are a great many things I'd tweak and do differently. But Herlock Sholmes... man, he's not my favorite but he's up there underneath Kazuma and Van Zieks.

Anyhow, I finished the game but the hyperfixation had started and would not let me go. I've never been one to go out and seek fanfiction due to... personal stuff but I had a feeling I didn't want to go probe the depths of AO3 yet for fear of crying. I started a graveyard shift at my job which severely limited my ability to talk with people about stuff and also there's so many major spoilers but very few people I knew had played the game. A thought occurred to me, however. What about Sherlock Holmes audiobooks? I have an auditory processing issue which has made listening to audiobooks hard but I decided to give it a go. Perhaps it would satiate the TGAA hyperfixation hunger.

I found the ones produced by Magpie Audio, expertly narrated by Greg Wagland. Go check him out, he has over 77 videos of Sherlock Holmes audiobook recordings and all of them are a minimum of 40 minutes, often times far more. I went through over 30 hours of audiobook in a few weeks listening to these. Sherlock Holmes is such a good character and I can understand how and why he took late Victorian England by storm. And you know what the best part is?

Herlock Sholmes is the most faithful adaptation I have personally seen as a character of the original Sherlock Holmes.

They got so many of Sherlock's little idiosyncrasies right and you can tell the entire team were genuine fans of the books. I listened to Mr. Wagland's narration *and I saw 221B Baker of the games*. Especially the jack knife impaling the communications to the mantle being referenced in the game? The sheer mess of the flat? It's so good!

My roommate (whom is also a Sherlock Holmes fan) noticed my newest hyper fixation that spawned off of TGAA and that reignited his Sherlock Holmes obsession. He was a fan of the BBC Sherlock and now recognizes it was not a very great show but it's a comfort media for him nonetheless. He just dragged me into rewatching it and... okay, it's playing into a lot of inaccurate Sherlock tropes I don't like but goddamn Martin Freeman carries the whole show. I love his John Watson because it feels like a reasonable version of a modern, younger Watson. He feels real in a way. I do like the fact that even in the first episode, it's established that John and Sherlock can make each other laugh and smile just like in the books. I don't forgive them calling Sherlock a sociopath, however (speaking as someone with a brother that has been diagnosed with being a high-fuctioning sociopath). He's AuDHD to the max and deserves recognition in that department.

All of this to say, I can trace my current Sherlock hyperfixation back to Mega Man. Finding Mega Man in 4th grade led to watching the Ace Attorney anime in late 2021 which led to playing The Great Ace Attorney and that led to listening to Sherlock Holmes. I don't know why I decided to make this post but maybe I might start live blogging this shit? All in all, this is going to be a wild ride.

#tumblr ate the first half of the original post so i had to rewrite my sleep deprived ramblings #feel like i talked too much #fuck it this is my own blog #my blog my rules #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #herlock sholmes #the great ace attorney #tgaa #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #ace attorney #sunchaser rambles

[redbuddi]

Just went through your Phantom Redux tag and I like it so far!

I'm kinda curious about the Fenton family in this concept now. Any major changes from the original you'd like to share?

Yup!

When MILF meets DILF (Apologies for the awkward Jack design, I am bad at drawing large lads, this design is not final)

A lot of the core of the OG family will remain more or less the same, but like with Jazz slight tweaks need to be made to match the newer dynamics of the story.

Like in the OG series, Jack and Maddie are a couple obsessed with ghosts and ghost-hunting, despite never having found a ghost. I do have slight backstories for them this time, but these are details that would mainly exist in the background and probably won't ever come to the forefront.

For Maddie she had always been interested in ghosts, growing up in the swamps countless myths and stories were told to her and she had numerous encounters that made her adamant that ghosts were real. She studied hard and eventually got into a prestigious college on a scholarship, where she first met Jack and Vlad, and the story from there is the same as in the show.

She is loving, supportive, and fiercely protective of her children, and this in itself fuels her desire to hunt ghosts. From an early age she was taught to fear ghosts and other supernatural entities, and she wants to protect her family from any threats that may arise. However, ironically, it's this obsession with protection that makes her more absent from her kids lives than she probably should be. Even after Danny's accident, she still is obsessed with fighting ghosts, and the fact that tangible ghost threats show up shortly after certainly doesn't help.

She is sensitive to the fact that Danny and Jazz have grown distant, but is assuming that they're just rebelling as teens do. Still, it does kind of hurt the way Jazz doesn't seem to respect her work, and how neither kids seem interested in ghost-hunting, and as the story goes on this tension will only build.

Jack, on the other hand, is from old money, a family of ultra-rich and successful scientists, but like Maddie he developed an intense fascination with ghosts that wouldn't go away no matter what his family tried. He was also friends with Vlad from a very early age, who also came from a wealthy family and shared his interest in ghosts, but knew how to keep it on the down-low. They went to college together, and when Jack made it clear that he wasn't ever giving up on ghosts, the family decided that the best thing to do would just be to give him a massive lump-sum of money on the condition that he change his last name and never bring them up again. This is meant to explain how Jack got into the same fancy college as Maddie and Vlad despite being less competent, why you never see Jack's side of the family, and how the Fenton's are able to afford all of their facilities even before it turns out that ghosts are real. Like I said, though, this will primarily exist in the background, although as you can probably already tell it does also play into Vlad's backstory a bit~

Jack is loud, boisterous, and overwhelmingly positive. He isn't stupid, as many consider him to be, but he is extremely scatterbrained and will often miss the smaller details. He loves his kids and is passionate about sharing his work, but is more understanding of their lack of interest in ghost-hunting given his own break from his family. To him, it's much more important that his kids are around and happy than that they follow in their footsteps, something that he will often help remind Maddie of. He has a slightly better relationship with Jazz because of this, as Jazz sees him as incompetent but well-meaning, but for reasons he doesn't understand Danny is even more distant with him than with Maddie. The reason for this is because while Jack isn't a bad person and is certainly more open-minded than his parents, he is still very old-fashioned, especially when it comes to gender roles and traditional masculinity. On top of this, while both Danny's parents misgender him, being unaware that he is trans, Jack is more likely to use specifically gendered language like "That's my girl", while Maddie tends to use terms like "honey" or "sweetie," which is more gender-neutral.

Jack is somewhat aware of his old-fashioned behavior and will often ask and try to understand his families experiences as woman, but since Danny isn't one, this just further drives a wedge between the two.

As a unit Jack and Maddie are hell-bent on fighting ghosts, not just researching them, and this is the biggest difference between them and Team Phantom. Danny originally also believes that all ghosts are evil, and though he and Tucker invent the thermos to put the ghosts back in the Ghost Zone, this is less out of altruistic reasons and more because Danny simply lacks the ability to destroy ghosts at the beginning of the series. However over time they learn that evil ghosts are a small minority of ghosts, and the majority of them just want to be left alone. Over time Team Phantom will pivot it's approach from fighting ghosts, to understanding them and what their needs are, as even violent ghosts can become docile and even friendly if the right conditions are met. But meanwhile, Maddie and Jack are still hunting ghosts, and thus while at first Danny could at least try to cooperate behind his secret identity, he eventually becomes actively opposed to them, as does Jazz, making life in the Fenton household even more stressful as the story goes on...

#ask #asks #danny phantom #phantom redux #sorry for the long delay i am bad at getting around to answering asks TT_TT

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i have to scream ab this somewhere bc ive just posted the first chapter of a new fic and im SO. EXCITED!!!!!

as well as this, i wanted to know - are you working on anything right now? if so, maybe you don't mind sharing a couple lines of dialogue as a teaser (bc i miss your writing alot especially after you can('t) teach an old dog new tricks)!! think of it as an ask game that i unofficially started lol.

hope ur doing good! xx

I just saw the post you made on your writing account for that, yeah!

I've had a very busy day, so I was hyped to log back onto Tumblr and see that! Hopefully, I can carve out some time to read it soon. It looks so, so good!!

"espresso" by bvckysarm

(Everyone better go read 😤)

Hell yeah, I'm always working on something 😏

Although, admittedly, it's nothing as long or grand as You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks. I'm having fun messing around with short (for me) one-shots after spending, what,, five or six months on that series? I love it to death, I do, but, Jesus, yeah, over the length of the average novel, and half a year of writing (more than, behind the scenes, I'd been planning and researching for much, much longer)... I am relishing in noncommittal one-offs, haha.

Here's your teaser 😘

“Aw, you miss me, Stevie?” He needlessly teases, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise him like a soft, overripe peach.

“Uh-” Steve starts to answer him, but he’s cut off by a reverberating moan when Bucky shoves him back and viciously re-spears him on the fake cock he’s got suctioned to the wet, wet tile wall, “-huh.”

Steve stays slumped forward against him, clinging to him, shaking all over still, but now he clings harder; his blunt nails dig into Bucky’s skin and he hisses, enjoying the heat that shudders through his veins from the other man’s touch.

“Missed my cock, that’s what you missed,” Bucky husks into his ear, grabbing his little hips meaner, digging his fingers into his flesh, pushing him back tight onto the toy, making him fucking take it.

He gasps so cutely, so obscenely when his ass thickly presses to the cold tile—taking that toy to the wide, wide base, swallowing it whole—how could he not do it to him? Bucky just wants to fuck. ‘im. up. Vicious.

“M-missed, uunnhh, missed all a’you,” Steve protests weakly, pawing at him uselessly, not as weak and sweet as he thought. Not as weak and limp as he wants to get him—he wants to make him so fucking fuck-dumb.

“Nah, I don’t think you did,” Bucky’s grinning so wide, the muscles in his face already are starting to ache, sharp, “I think I’m just a cock with legs to you,” he tweaks one of Steve’s peaked nipples, just to admire how he shudders, “aren’t I? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Could barely get you off of my cock when you were smaller, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I never understood where you put it even though I could see it, bulging through your tummy, so tight and little around me.” Bucky presses his palm there now, dragging his nails down from the swell of his tits to his clenching abs. With the right angle, he can still do it, sometimes, he can spear Steve on his dick and bend him up in a cute little knot and see his dick through his stomach. Bulging. Thick and deep inside him, fucking him until he forgets how to beg for more.

Fucking him until he forgets his own name.

“Still, fuck, I couldn’t ever believe you could fit it in that tiny hole.” Bucky shakes his head, half in disbelief, half in predatory instinct, wanting to bite Steve and tear through him, shaking his head like a fucking dog with a toy, ravenous and slobbering, “then you went and got yourself all big and your need just got bigger, didn’t it, honey?”

“S-so did you, you guh-got bigger, too!” Steve whines, trying to retort but falling flat when he starts to pant, overwhelmed.

“I did,” Bucky purrs, grinding into his hip leisurely, enjoying how hot and feverish he is, God, he really worked himself up into a mess, didn’t he? “And ain’t that good for you, honey? Anything else and you’d’a died, ‘cause you need cock like you need air, don’t you, dollface?”

I hope you're excited for the rest 😈

#asks #bvckyysarm #fandomfluffandfuck #fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

[miyagifangkai]

Surprise, Surprise!

Tagged: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Request: if possible could i request an eli x reader set in s5 with his post-hawk persona and after the championship and finding out reader is pregnant? and maybe like the ripple effect it would have on everyone else? honestly you can write whatever you’d like! thanks so much

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Surprise pregnancy, talk

of born gender, angst!!!, cussing!!

Characters Involved: Reader, Hawk/Eli, Miguel, Demetri, Robby, mentions of Johnny and Carmen

Couple Pairing: Hawk/Eli x Reader

!!!THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOFRED!!! forgive me!!!

A/N: hey! Thank you for the request! You’re always so sweet! 🥰 I hope you enjoy reading. I tweaked some things!

You stared down at the dreaded two lines on the test you had just taken. You were dumbfounded. You look up into the mirror and take in your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, “Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself.

You card your hands through your hair and take deep breath and look back down at the test. As your eyes begin to get comfortable you keep staring at your result and your mind wonders you start to think about how you’re going to tell your boyfriend, Eli, about this. You feel your heart rate start to rise. Eli was busy with other things in his life as well, he couldn’t focus on a baby right now. You two haven’t been together for a long time either maybe a couple of months. You had been best friends for years but didn’t make it official until recently. You couldn’t fathom to think about what he’s gonna say or his friends. You felt like they were going to judge you, you just knew it.

Eli had something going on today with his karate which you usually went to and supported him but you haven’t been showing up due to you feeling sick all of the time. You should’ve known since the first week with morning sickness that something was up. But you turned a blind eye and blamed it on something else. Eli started to question as well but you would always change the subject. C’mon, there was no way you were pregnant, right? Hah. Wrong.

You package the test back up to show Eli later. You weren’t sure if you were going to tell him tonight especially when he was at the championship but you had to tell him soon. You just weren’t ready to see his reaction yet. You didn’t think you’d ever be ready to see the look of sadness and regret that he was going to give you. You sigh.

You feel another tear roll down your cheek and you frown.

You decide to go to the championship to see him. You didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts and the weight of the world on your shoulders for another minute. You get dressed out of your pajamas into something more decent. With shaky hands and another sigh you grab your car keys and decide to take the test as well.

You get in your car and sit there for a few minutes not sure if you wanted to do this; were you ready to ruin his night? Or what if he loses and he’s already down in the dumps and you just make it worse?

You facepalm and lay your head on the steering wheel, “Fuck,” you groan.

You lift your head of the steering wheel and adjust yourself in your seat and start your car.

You make it before Eli is about to take the mat. He spots you and immediately runs over to you his smile quickly dissipating noticing you obviously shaken exterior.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were sick,” he questions.

You decide to shake it off and feign a smile, “I started feeling better. I wanted to come see you.”

Eli gives you a perplexed look but lets it go, “Okay then. I’m next so–”

You grab his hand trying not shake too much, “Then go!” you smile.

Eli gives you a quick hug and runs back over to his Sensei’s. Miguel catches your eye because he was staring at you. You should’ve put makeup on before you came. You were pretty sure the puffy red eyes either made you look high or upset so you knew it would have drawn attention from others.

The fight was extremely intense especially with Eli getting hurt. You almost started crying again, you weren’t sure if it was the hormones but you kept your cool. But seeing Eli lose broke your heart. You knew it broke him too. He tried not to show too much emotion but you knew him too well. There was no way you could tell him now.

Afterwards Eli approached you and you two walked outside.

You couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay?”

He nods his head, “Yeah. I guess so. Just disappointed in myself.”

“You shouldn’t be. You did great.”

“I lost.”

“That’s okay. You can’t win everything!”

He sighs, “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who lost.”

“Eli–”

He looks at you quickly, “Let’s just drop it, okay?”

Your shoulders drop, “Okay.”

You wanted to tell him. You needed to tell him. He deserved to know. You couldn’t keep this from him forever. You can feel your body temperature start to rise from anxiety and your face starts to get red.

“Babe, are you okay?”

“Eli, I have something to tell you.”

Eli doesn’t break his gaze patiently waiting for you to talk.

You feel your hands start to shake and palms getting sweaty. You try not to look him in the eyes when you say, “I’m pregnant.”

Eli chuckles, “Yeah, right!”

He soon realizes that you weren’t laughing, “Y/N, come on. You’re joking, right?”

You lightly shake your head and reach in your purse for the test. You take it out and hand it to him and he takes it in his hands.

You see his eyes go wide as he almost starts hyperventilating.

“Eli–”

“Sorry, I’m just letting it sink in.”

You swallow thickly. You were waiting for him to drop the bomb. You were fully prepared to have your heart broken. How were you going to be able to take care of a baby on your own? So many questions and assumptions start chaoctically swirling through your mind. You expected the worst, as always.

He looks at you, “We can do this.”

You look in his eyes searching for any sign that he’s joking. You pay special attention to his body language as he talks.

“Really?”

He lets out a puff of air, “I mean, I think so. Are you wanting to keep it?”

You nod your head, “I was planning on it.”

Eli develops a small smile on his face, “Okay. Okay. This can’t be too bad, right?”

You shrug your shoulders with no answer for him.

“I’m gonna be a dad.”

You start to feel the tears in your eyes, “Yeah, you are!”

He gives you a hug and then separates from you, “We’ve gotta tell the others!”

You feel your anxiety creep back up in you. You still have nothing to say about that. You weren’t sure how they were going to react. You were so afraid that they were not going to see as their friend anymore.

“O–oh–okay, let’s go tell them then,” you pretend to be excited.

Eli grabs your hand and quickly runs inside with you tagging along behind him.

Eli and you join in the group and he interrupts their conversations, “Guys! We have news.”

You look up at Miguel and Demetri knowing that they and Eli were close and you were afraid of how they’d feel. Everyone looks at Eli furrowing their eyebrows from confusion.

“Y/N is pregnant!”

You see Demetri’s face drop from pure surprise. Miguel covered his mouth to hide his slack jaw but uncovered it and gained a smile. You looked at everyone else who were shocked to their cores.

“Do you want us to be excited?” Robby asks you two.

You and Eli look at each other and smile with you answering, “I think so! We are wanting to keep it!”

That’s when everyone breaks out with their excitement and all come in for a group hug. You didn’t expect this kind of reaction from them, especially when you were thinking of the worst.

Eventually it is just you, Eli, Miguel, and Demetri together.

Miguel asking, “So what’s gonna be the name?”

You laugh, I have no clue! I literally found out about it today!”

Demetri lifts his hand to his chest in shock, “No way! You need to find a good doctor so they can give you ultrasounds.”

Miguel hums, “Mhm. True!”

Demetri continues, “What if there’s something wrong? Or what if the baby isn’t healthy or somehting?”

You hear Eli chuckle, “Calm down, dude. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“But what if she’s–”

Miguel puts his hand up to silence Demetri’s babbling, “You and my mom should get in touch! She’s pregnant too.”

Eli looks at Miguel wide eyed, “No way. With Sensei?”

You almost laugh at the boys shocked faces while Miguel shakes his head.

You say, “Maybe I should. I do need to know the ins and outs.”

Demetri says, “That’s true. This your first pregnancy. Your body isn’t used to this. What if you start losing teeth or your hair? It happens a lot with pregnant women!”

You look at him, “How do you know so much about this?”

Demetri shrugs his shoulders, “Research.”

You all laugh at him and Miguel goes on about Carmen and Johnny hooking up with a grimace on his face.

After the whole detailed conversation Miguel asks, “Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”

Eli, of course, wanted a son and you wanted a daughter.

Since the choice was a 50/50 split the boys started placing bets on what the gender would be making laugh.

You couldn’t believe how well everyone took the news. You also couldn’t believe how supportive Eli was. You were definitely expecting driving home with more tears and a dull ache in your chest. But that didn’t happen.

You and Eli were going to be parents. You couldn’t believe it.

#cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #demetri cobra kai #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai fanfic

[fourseasonsfigs]

Building Block Figs - Catching Light

Continuing on from the last Building Block Figs - Basking in the Sun and Building Block Figs - Beautiful Fight Scene in the Middle of the Lake, Part 1 and Part 2, we have this wonderful set.

These figs make me laugh - I love them so much! I don't know why, I just find them ridiculously charming.

This building block set is 1,544 pieces, measures 8.4 x 17.6 x 15.6 cm, and is rated 10 hours. I did indeed take all 10 hours to build this, if not a little bit more.

Here is the sales pic of what the finished product is supposed to look like:

Cute, isn't it? As usual, sellers do a much better job of setting the scene than I do. I will say, though, that I did make two little tweaks to the set to make it a bit more canon compliant. Can you spot them?

It'll be easier to tell as we get better pictures, so I'll get into it!

First, here's the box of doom bricks. Like the others, this came in a generic sales box, with a super handy little unsnapping tool, and a sticker with a black and white image of the set and QR code instructions.

Once again, you'll notice my line up of extra bricks from the previous sets hanging out in quasi-neat little rows. Originally I figured I'll leave them all out in case I ran short of any, but in reality, this set maker gives me extras of each color every time. Which is handy, as you will see for later posts, when I make some adjustments to the fig sets to make them a bit more canon compliant.

As you can see, there's a LOT of extra bricks left over. To be honest, there shouldn't be so many white bricks - those are from another set that I made a major change to. I'll post about that one tomorrow.

Here's the different order of assembly - I went ahead and started with the base and tree, as they suggest.

As you can see, this is a very beautiful terrain here. I did not remember this area being so green and flowery from the show - in fact, I remember it being kind of sandy and desolate, but my memory is pretty lousy, there might be a scattered flower or so. Let's check.

HUH. There is not a flower in sight, is there. Hmmm. Well, this is kind of gonna bother me. Maybe I should have looked up the inspiration before putting together the entire 10 hour plus set, huh! Well, the little flowers are easy enough to lever off.

Hmm, anyway, moving on (for now).

So a couple things here. First, as you can see, there are only two green colors. I mean, one normal color really - the light green here is actually a neon green. It's brighter than it looks here. It looks great here, don't get me wrong, but now all I can see is the very sandy terrain of that screenshot.

Second, I tried something a little different here. It actually takes a long time to sort all the individual bricks, so in an attempt to shave off some time, I decided to experiment with this set. As you can see, I dumped the entire bag out to the right and am just picking out individual pieces as I go.

You'll note it's now evening. This tree took a LONG time to build. I actually timed myself up to this point, and to get to this mostly-done state took 2 hours and 58 minutes. I was pushing hard, too, because I really, really wanted to get the whole tree done that evening before I went to bed. But there was no way. I was too tired and was hitting the point where it was less fun and more work. So, despite really not wanting to, I summoned my inner adult and called it a day here.

Fast forward through time to the next day, and I'm all bright eyed and ready to bust this tree out. And it's done! I like this tree a whole lot...I think they did a beautiful job modeling it. Imagine if they had the full Lego suite of colors and special pieces! It would be really something. I kind of like it this way though (although I would take more colors, I can't lie). It really has an old-school style charm.

You can see the grey rock there where Lao Wen will be propped up against. And of course, the cheerful greenery and pink and yellow flowers.

Feeling VERY accomplished, I put the tree aside, and moved on to A-Xu.

Yep, looks pretty good. I was a little surprised they picked the medium blue color instead of the dark blue color, considering how bright the dark blue color actually is. But this looks fine too.

I am going to proudly say that I did, in fact, knock this fig out in record time. I've put together two and a half A-Xu figs by now (the half is going to be explained tomorrow, I promise!), so this third one went like a breeze.

As you can see in the back, I couldn't help myself, I was starting to make a few little piles of the colors I was working on. The big messy pile of bricks was kind of a pain, and I had to keep resisting the urge to sort them out.

And here he is! All done. He has a very solemn no-expression on his little brick face, which is appropriate. Can you see how there's a little bit of a neck (nothing too saucy or anything), the thin white layer of his under-robe, and then the lighter blue layer? I love it. Very charming. We also have his black belt with a bit of the tails.

It was yet another evening by this time, but since I did manage to finish him before I went to bed, I did indeed sleep the sleep of the righteous.

I woke up even brighter eyed and with pep in my step, ready to rock this last fig out. 10 hour assembly time? I don't think so!

I had now made three Wen Kexing brick figures, so the fourth one was gonna be just as quick as A-Xu was, no doubt. I pulled up the instructions on my phone, and got ready to go. 95 steps for our battle-weary Valley Master, huh? Huh. That's kind of a lot. But considering A-Xu was 85, not too bad. The tree was 119, by the way.

As I looked at the picture, however, I noticed that they had Lao Wen's (virtually) omnipresent hair wispies here. Given that this red wedding costume is the one outfit where his hair is pulled back all the way, it kind of bugged me. Which is funny because I've never liked how he doesn't have the wispies with this hair style on the show. It's my least favorite look on him, which is too bad, because I did like how they at least mixed his hairstyles up some. In my defense, I feel like I'm right (so right!) about how much better he looks with the wispies with this hair style, because you could see it at the concert. And he looked spectacular.

Anyway. Warring between my extreme desire for him to have the wispies and the simple fact of it not being canon, I started to build.

I got the first big chunk done very quickly indeed. Many of these figs are done where you do a big piece, and then set it aside while you work separately on the next piece. This is where I was.

And that's where I stayed, for a long time. I built this piece three times. I had to completely disassemble the entire thing the first time I built it, because I was off on my brick count, and the second time I had to disassemble it down to the first third.

Part of the problem was the way the directions were. As you can see, they still have the first "set it aside" part showing up on the directions directly under the new piece. Unfortunately, all that red blended into each other when I rotated the image around, and it was very easy to accidentally think I needed more or less pieces than I actually did.

I went ahead and built it with the wispies, as directed...and then just couldn't do it. I disassembled half the head and re-built it again without them. I also think that this fig, just like Lao Wen, does not look as good without them, but canon is canon.

Unfortunately, it was so late and I was so tired by the time I finished him (and yet also pretty jubilant), that I forgot to take a pic of the finished fig! Yes, I literally finished this set late last night, despite my best intentions of finishing it up and then triumphantly posting about it on the same day. It did, in fact, take longer than the 10 hours build time.

It took a long time, in general. My finger tips have actually toughened up a bit, so they don't feel sore from snapping the bricks in place, but my neck isn't all that pleased with me from hunching over these various sets for so long. So, I've been taking a few more breaks to stretch and do other things.

But, I woke up early today, and very happily took this set's beauty pics in the clear light of the morning. I love it!

I love how this set all fits together. We have the tree growing over the edge of the base, and Lao Wen there leaning up against the rock. A-Xu is standing with his elegant posture, and their little brick hands are reaching out to each other. Cute cute cute!

Wow, this light is great. I clearly should get up early to take fig pics more often.

The tree looks great, I think (and not just because I spent hours building it!).

This is a good view of the rocks behind Lao Wen here, and his big ponytail (I do like this part of his hairstyle).

The green doesn't look so bad on the ground, I think. I'll pull off the yellow and pink flowers, and maybe make a brown patch on the corner closest to A-Xu. That'll keep it colorful but make it a bit more like the show.

A-Xu's hair looks great, as usual. You can also see how I removed the wispies on Lao Wen's hair. I'll get a close up later so you can see it better.

Shoot, not my best pic - can't really see any of the detail on A-Xu's glorious night-black hair.

There we go, now you can. Oops, I see I knocked a tiny piece out of kilter on the bottom of his hair, I'll have to fix that. But! Here you can see both changes I made from the instructions - the lack of wispies of course, and then I made Lao Wen's guan gold instead of white. This took a while too, because I didn't have enough yellow pieces. The only yellow I had from any of the sets was literally from the yellow flowers here and the few extra they gave me of it. I actually pulled a few yellow flowers off the base there and replaced them with green or pink, just because I needed them for his guan. I then also carefully checked to see what internal yellow bricks were covered up by the black of his hair, and replaced them with black so I could save the yellow ones for the parts that did show. I'm very happy with how it turned out! It looks just like the white one, except, you know, yellow.

I don't know why they didn't originally design it with yellow, given that it is gold on the show, and they had already included yellow bricks with this kit. Maybe they felt the white stood out more or something. Anyway, it was bothering me it was white, so I'm glad I was able to figure out a way to make it work.

Alright, we're back around! And a bit of a different angle here, so you can see the poses a little bit more clearly.

Alright, a true top-down pic here. May I just say one more time how much I like this tree! The detail in A-Xu's guan is really nice too.

The bottoms-up pics are always tough here with the bases. Not a flattering picture, sorry A-Xu!

A close up of our noble shixiong with his little hand outstretched...

...and our weary shidi. What a great set, I love it! I'm so delighted by it, I can't even tell you.

Alright! come back tomorrow, for the much hinted at next set. And the last one, for a while - I have to wait for the remaining sets to be sent to me.

(Come back tomorrow, she says, as she still has some assembly on the last fig to do! I'll wake up bright and early tomorrow, and hopefully finish up).

Material: Plastic bricks

Fig Count: 506

Scene Count: 35

Rating: They're actually both reaching for their light

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[phantomfox9]

Beacon Hills Halloween

Finale/Part 3: Derek

Derek didn’t know why he was doing this. Actually, that’s not true. The reason was Stiles. It always seemed to be Stiles these days. Derek loved him, but the spaz could be such a headache. In this case, the human wanted Derek to dress up for the pack’s Halloween party tonight. Derek was going to refuse, but seeing the hopeful and excited expression on his boyfriend’s face made him cave.

Except now looking at the “Total Dork” costume that Stiles had purchased for him from the pop-up Halloween story, he was already having second thoughts. He still didn’t know why Stiles had picked this costume for him. When he’d asked, the younger man had said he thought Derek would look hot wearing glasses. “Like a sexy book nerd,” he’d said, trying to be flirty. Derek had just rolled his eyes, he doubted anyone would believe him to be a nerd. Yes he did like to read, but with his muscular physique and grown out beard, he hardly looked like the typical dork. Certainly not like the guy on the front of the costume bag. The stereotypical scrawny nerd, with large glasses and dorky clothes.

Derek sighed as he stripped off his clothes and started putting on the individual parts of the costume. It consisted of a pair of pants, a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, a tweaked jacket, and an ugly tie. To top it all off, a large pair of glasses to cement the nerdy look.

Derek sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The clothes barely fit over his large frame, and his beard didn’t fit with the look at all. “Stiles better appreciate this,” he thought.

He left his bedroom to go show his boyfriend how silly he looked, preparing for the inevitable laughter. Except curiously, he was met with an empty loft. Investigating, he found a note from Stiles, saying that he had gone home to change and get ready for tonight, and that he’d meet Derek at the party.

Derek sighed, wondering what he was gonna do for the next couple of hours. He went back to his room and started looking through his bookshelf for something to read. He cringed internally when he realized that maybe Stiles had been right to choose this costume. Maybe he really was a book nerd after all.

After finding a book to read, he was just about to leave the room when he noticed that the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were now in the costume bag. But he put them in the bag? Didn’t he? It was just to keep everything tidy? Right? Derek looked at the bag a little more closely and became even more confused. The nerd on the cover now sported a big bushy beard. “What the hell? Did he have that before? How could I miss that?” Derek wondered. He stroked his chin, deep in thought, before freezing. His hand was stroking smooth skin! Not thick hair! He quickly rushed over to the nearest mirror and gaped at his clean shaven face. What happened to his beard?! Derek panicked for a few moments before shaking his head.

What was he even worried about? He didn’t have a beard? Matter of fact, he couldn’t even grow a beard, no matter how hard he tried. Not like the guy on the costume bag, with his big, bushy lumberjack beard. Derek couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Why did he think he should have a beard like that? What a weird thought? Derek chuckled to himself before leaving his room.

He sat down on the couch in the main area of the loft, and started getting acquainted with his book. He managed to read a couple chapters, before he started getting bored. He decided to look for something to watch on his newly purchased tv (Another example of Derek caving to Stiles’ wishes). As he’s searched for something good to watch, maybe a nice documentary, he came across a Star Trek marathon. “Oh Awesome! I love this show!” Derek said excitedly.

He then frowned, where the hell did that come from? He’d never even watched Star Trek before? Still, he’d already selected it, and it did look interesting enough. Captain Picard and his crew were battling against a society of warmongering aliens in an epic spaceship fight. Derek found himself getting quickly absorbed in the episode, and then the next, and then the next.

Derek didn’t even realize that as he was watching, the costume he was wearing became more and more comfortable. The costume no longer felt tight and constricting. Not because the clothes had stretched, but because Derek’s muscles were shrinking. With every passing minute, the werewolf lost more muscle mass. His bulging biceps turned scrawny, his beefy pecs flattened out, his six pack became a smooth tummy. The large bulge that had been straining against the front of the tight pants, grew smaller and smaller until it was barely noticeable. Before long, the formerly tight clothes fit the werewolf perfectly, and the once large and intimidating man who had initially sat down on the couch was gone. He had been replaced by a skinnier and smaller man, who looked like he’d never worked out a day in his life. Derek, who was still oblivious to his changes, jumped up when he’d realized what had happened.

“Oh Geez! I totally got sidetracked! What time is it?!” he worried. He didn’t want to be late to the party! After checking the time on his phone he sighed, “Phew, still another hour before I have to leave.” He got up and started walking around the loft trying to find what else he could do to pass the time. He didn’t want to risk getting absorbed in the Star Trek marathon again.

He didn’t even notice that as he walked throughout the loft, his footfalls weren’t nearly as loud as they used to be. His impressive size and weight used to send deep rumbles and vibrations across the floor with every step. Now each step sounded light as a feather, as the shorter man made his way back into his bedroom.

Once there, Derek found his attention once again drawn towards the costume bag sitting on his bed. It had changed again. Now the former bearded “dork,” if he could even still be called that, had been replaced by a tall and imposing man. You could tell that the bearded man was ripped, as the nerdy clothes he was wearing looked painted on. Derek chuckled, what a weird model to pick for a dork costume?

Still, Derek wished he looked as sexy as that guy. He flexed his own bicep and sighed at the tiny bulge that appeared from his tweed covered sleeve. Derek laughed to himself and gave a shrug, “Guess lifting books isn’t the same as lifting weights,” he thought.

He glanced over to the bedside end table, where Stiles had left some of his comic books. Apparently, they were comic books centered around Wolverine. Or at least that’s what he thought Stiles had told him. He hadn’t really been listening at the time.

Derek, suddenly more curious about the comic books than he was when Stiles first showed them to him, picked up the first one and started flipping through it. He quickly became invested in the complex and interesting storylines, and the amazing comic book artwork. He found himself jealous of the brooding superhero. “He’s so cool,” Derek thought, “I wish I had powers like that! That would be so awesome!”

The man was so absorbed by the comics that he didn’t even notice his connection to his inner wolf fading away, piece by piece, until he was left just an ordinary human. “Golly! I wish I could stay and finish reading these, but I've got to get to the Halloween party,” the now fully human Derek smiled.

As he got up to leave, he found himself looking at the costume bag one more time. The man on the cover had changed one final time. Where there was once a scrawny and dorky nerd, there was now a large man. He had a thick beard, and a deep scowl. The man also had red eyes, along with fangs and claws. He gave off a very threatening and imposing image, with his large muscles straining against his rather ordinary, yet tight clothes. The black leather jacket the man was wearing looked especially cool. Even the name of the costume had changed, as it now read “The Werewolf.”

Derek was confused, wasn’t it supposed to be a nerd costume? But that didn’t make sense? Costumes don’t just change? Besides, why would he want to dress up like a nerd? He was already a big nerd! Everyone told him so. He didn’t have time to change though. He’d have to go to the party in just his normal clothes.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel envious of the guy on the costume bag. He was totally the kind of guy Stiles would want to date. Not some dorky librarian like Derek. Jackson always made fun of Derek for his nerdiness. Saying that Derek was like a walking wedgie-magnet. Derek couldn’t argue with that, considering he’d been the victim of more than a few wedgies back when he was in school.

He sighed to himself as he was leaving the loft, on his way to the Halloween party. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally work up the courage to ask Stiles out on a date. Maybe. 

Epilogue:

Across town, a certain Halloween store was being packed up. The man inside smiling to himself.

“Ahh. Another year, another great Halloween. Thank you Beacon Hills. So many new lives added to my collection,” he grinned.

“Oh! That reminds me! I’m still missing one.” He waved his hand and a costume bag appeared on the ground before him.

Picking it up, he inspected the werewolf costume. “Oh this is a good one,” he smiled slyly. “Can’t wait to see the lucky guy that gets this costume next year,” he thought, before he and his store disappeared into the cool night air. 

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Thank you all for reading my first attempts at writing my own tf stories! Hope you enjoyed the series, and have a Happy Halloween!

#teen wolf tf #male transformation #costume tf

[donnetellotheturtle]

Chapter 1

Secrets revealed.

Varian rubbed his arms nervously. His new creation was almost complete. Save for testing. That was always where it went wrong. This current machine was to play music from a spinning disc. At least he knew the worst-case scenario was it simply didn’t work. Not that it would blow up in his face.

Hopefully.

But to his joy and relief, it worked. The little pin read the disc and sent the music through the horn. He grinned widely.

“Varian?”

He turned at the door to his workshop opening. Standing there was now queen Rapunzel. Her hair had grown out, ending just below her shoulders. She smiled. “There you are…” She trailed off, hearing the music. “Wow…is this your new invention?”

“Uh yeah. It needs a few tweaks but-”

“Are you kidding this is amazing!”

Varian smiled and hugged Rapunzel. She hugged back tight, then pulled away. “So, your nineteenth birthday party is tomorrow. I just needed your go-aheads on a couple of things.”

The two ran down the list. His nineteenth birthday party was going to be huge. Outside, the whole kingdom would be celebrating, but inside the royal ballroom, it would be him, Rapunzel, Eugene, Lance, the former king and queen, his dad and the other members of the order, Red, and Angry, both of whom had real names, but everyone still called them Angry and Red. He wished Cassandra could be there, but she was still gone on some adventure. Had been for years now. The letters never stopped though.

“I cant wait. Oh this is going to be the best party of the year!”

Varian chuckled. “You said that about Eugene’s birthday party a couple months ago.”

“Yes but this will be too!” She grinned. “Ooh why don’t you use your music machine tomorrow? Itll be great to unveil it at the party!”

Varian nodded softly. “Sounds good.”

Rapunzel smiled and nodded. “Ill let you get back to your work but before that I have something for you. Wait here.” She turned and went to the door. Varian waited with a small, confused frown.

A minute later, she came back in with a box, wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

“Rapunzel, shouldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Actually, this is from King Edmund. He said that its traditional in the moon kingdom for boys turning 19 to receive this the day before their birthday. And you were born there so, he thought it was appropriate.”

He blinked, then smiled and unwrapped it. As he did, he saw a compass, beautifully crafted. He opened it up, and inside, indeed the signs for all the directions, there was small painting of him, his father and…his mom. He stared at it.

“How did he…”

“Do you like it?”

“My mother…how did he know what she looked like?”

Rapunzel looked at the compass, then closer at the picture, frowning. “That’s her?”

“Mhm.”

“Shes beautiful…maybe Edmund knew her. He’ll be here tomorrow so you can ask.”

Varian nodded with a small smile. “My dad probably knows too. I can ask him!”

“Yeah. Ill let you get to it. Lots to plan!” She winked and walked out, heading over to Maximus and riding off without another word.

Varian chuckled, then looked at the picture again.

Inside the house, Quirin was sitting drinking some freshly brewed tea as Varian came in. “Hey dad?”

“Hey. I thought you were going to be in your workshop all day?”

“Well, I was going to be until Rapunzel dropped off this.” He handed the compass over to his father, who stared at it for a moment. “Where did she…”

“Said King Edmund dropped it off. Some sort of tradition. Did he know her?”

“Sit.”

Varian nodded and sat in the seat across from him. “As you know I was part of the brotherhood. Your mother, Ulla, was the royal alchemist.”

“Just like me!”

Quran nodded with a small smile. “Her and work partner made so many amazing things before the black rocks came…” He stood, went to the fireplace, then pressed a compartment on the wall. It opened up and from it, he pulled a green book. “This belonged to her…I wasn’t sure when I should give to you but…now seems like a good time.”

Varian took it and his father sat back down. The room was quiet for a moment as Varian looked at the cover. “the seven trials?”

“It was what your mother and her partner were working on.”

Varian opened it. It detailed seven trials corresponding with each surrounding kingdom including their own. Corona: Sun kingdom, Elio: Fire Kingdom, Dion: Water kingdom, Malik: Earth kingdom, Thora: Air kingdom, Estelle, Star kingdom, And The Dark Kingdom: the moon kingdom. All leading up to the eternal library, where all knowledge was kept.

“….why… why would you hide this from me?”

Quirin chuckled. “you think that I didn’t know that as soon as I did, you’d go searching?”

Varian paused. The thought had already crosses his mind as soon as he finished reading. He looked down.

“But, you’re a grown man now. You can make your own choices…I just want you to know the dangers.”

“Dangers?”

“Your mother disappeared looking for that place. I don’t know what happened to her. I can’t bear to loose you in the same way.”

Varian looked at his father. He looked so sad.

“I wont go.”

Quirin chuckled. “You will…and I won’t stop you.” He put his hands on his sons shoulders. “it’s time you have your own adventure.”

Varian smiled lightly, then looked at The book. “but…I don’t have to leave right away. I can start here! Get some information, you know… I don’t have to say goodbye just yet.”

Quirin nodded. “Yeah…I’ll help you start searching in the morning. You should get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

Varian nodded, holding the book and the picture close to his chest as he ran upstairs.

Quirin sighed softly to himself, and looked out at the fire. “Gods…guide my son. Keep him safe where I can’t protect him.”

~

Hugo sat in his tent, half asleep, when Cyrus came in. “Donella wants to see you.”

He groaned, but stood up, heading over to Donellas tent which was lit with laterns, and adorned with maps and books on the outside. He entered the tent.

“Ma’am?”

“Hugo.” She turned. “I have a job for you.” She handed a flyer to him. A birthday party for the royal alchemist. Hugo raised an eyebrow.

“…This is some random guy.”

She rolled her eyes. “This.” She pointed to the picture. “is the son of Ulla. You watch him, make sure he knows nothing about what we’re trying to do. Understood?”

“Yes but…why does it have to be me?” Hugo almost whined.

A side eye from Donella made Hugo wince. “O-Okay. I’ll go….just don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

She huffed and turned away. “If on the off chance he does know about Ulla’s book, find where it is. Take it. And bring it back to me.”

~

When the morning came, Varian was up early. He had to pack for his trip after all, and get started on searching for the totem before his party at midday. He hummed softly as Ruddinger jumped up on his shoulders.

“hey buddy.” He gave the raccoon a little head scratch. “Today’s the day.”

He finished packing and smiled, heading downstairs. His dad was already up, humming as he made breakfast.

“Dad!”

Quirin smiled at him. “Varian! I’m just making some birthday breakfast! You hungry?”

Varian nodded and sat at the table as his dad served his favorites. Bacon, eggs sunny side up, and some French toast. Quirin ruffled his sons hair before continuing cooking.

“I was going to start with Xavier to get some information on the relics.” Varian said, stuffing his mouth.

“That’s a great idea. You could also ask Ariana and Fredrick. They might have some books.”

“That’s a great idea! Thanks dad!”

“after your party, I want you to come here and pack okay?”

“Yeah dad.”

“And don’t forget your camping supplies.”

“I know dad.”

“And your alchemy supplies. You’ll need them.”

“dad.”

“Oh and yo-“

“dad!”

Quirin paused, looking at his son who was smiling. “Heh, just…be safe.”

“I will, dad. Promise.”

The two headed out to the kingdom proper not long after. The whole city was bustling with excitement. Kids kept pointing at him. Truthfully, Varian didn’t love the attention.

“I’m going to find Xavier before we meet everyone.”

Quirin nodded. “I’ll meet you inside.”

It was a quick walk to Xaviers smithery. As always it was full of soot and heat. He could hear Xavier humming a tune to himself.

“Xavier?”

“Well if it isnt the man himself?” Xavier grinned, coming out to see Varian. “your right on time. I just finished your birthday gift.”

“you should save it for the party.” Varian grinned.

“Yes, yes. But you seem to have a question.”

Varian reached into his bag, and pulled out his mothers book. “…Do you know anything about the seven trials?”

Xavier seemed a bit surprised, but nodded. “Yes. How do you know about them?”

“This was my mothers.” He pushed the book to the blacksmith who gently fingered through the pages, then nodded.

“So you intend to complete her work.”

“Yeah. I…I just need to know where to start.”

Xavier nodded. “Alright. The seven trials, created by the keepers of the eternal library and aided by Demanitus…each totem has a scientific puzzle to access them…but be aware, young man. These trials are dangerous and cannot be faced alone.”

“but the eternal library…it’s real?”

“In a sense, yes. It isn’t for the faint of soul. Legends say it will suck you in and keep you forever if it wills it.”

Varian wondered if that’s what happened to his mom.

“Very few have completed the trial. Even less have come back to tell the story. So be careful, Varian. Or you could be facing the end of your life.”

Varian nodded. “thank you, Xavier.”

As Varian walked out he felt as if he was being watched. He looked around, seeing no one looking at him. He frowned, sitting with the information that he could be going in to get himself killed.

Then he thought to himself. If he could find the library, he could find his mom. He could save her. Maybe, just maybe, he could do it. He’d have to be the smartest and most cunning he’d ever been. So he steeled himself.

He'd have to be ready for anything.

He headed into the party, seeing everyone made his heart soar. He came up to Adira. Over the years she’d softened just a bit to Varian. Now she was the only one who was allowed to touch her. But only for very limited amounts of time and always with a warning. She was who he saw first, along with Edmund, and his dad.

“hey guys.” He opened his arms to hug Adira, who accepted with a very quick squeeze.

“hey kid. You dad says you’re going to go on a trip.” She said, smiling.

“Uh, yeah…I’m going to complete my moms work.”

“Any chance you’d let me come with you? It would be good to have a body guard.”

Varian chuckled. “Thanks but…this is something I have to do by myself.”

“A boys first quest.” Edmund said. “That should be cherished.”

“Yeah…Dad said you knew my mom?”

“Yes…why I don’t tell you over dinner when you make it to my kingdom? Do you think you can wait that long?”

Varian thought it over, then nodded. “yeah…yeah I can.”

“good! I can’t wait!”

Varian chuckled, then walked further into the ballroom where everyone else was waiting. Rapunzel smiled and waved. “Varian!” She came forward with a grin, pulling him into a tight hug. “Your dad just told me you’re leaving!”

“Uh, yeah…I um-“

Rapunzel looked sad but excited for him. “Where are you going?”

“All the kingdoms. I’m on a quest, as Edmund put it.”

“really?” Eugene came up from the side, wrapping an arm around his wife. “I didn’t take you as the questing type.”

Varian blushed.

“Oh leave him alone!” Rapunzel chided.

Varian chuckled softly. “I’m planning on leaving tomorrow morning. I just wanted to stay for the party so I could say goodbye.”

Rapunzel sighed softly, then pulled Varian into an embrace. “Promise you’ll come home, Varian?”

He returned the hug. “…I promise.”

The party went off without a hitch. He ate his favorite cake, got some amazing presents which he could take on the road with him, and he said goodbye to everyone.

Late that night, Quirin and him reached the entrance to their home.

“Before you leave tomorrow…I want you to have Prometheus. He’ll be a good traveling companion for you on the road.”

Prometheus was their donkey. One who they’ve had since he could remember.

“…Don’t you need him?”

“Don’t worry about me. You’ll be better off with him. And I know you’ll take good care of him.”

Varian hugged his father again, tightly. “Thanks dad”

The morning came early and Varian ran and grabbed everything, rushing out. Only to find his dad beat him to it.

In the light of the rising sun, he saw his dad hitching up a caravan to Prometheus.

“Woah…” Varian mumbled.

Quirin looked to him and smiled. “I thought this would be useful.”

“wow dad! Thanks! This is amazing!”

He ran and hugged his dad. He smiled at his son. “You look just like her….when you find her…you let her know just how proud I am of you.”

Tears welled up in both their eyes and after a long, tearful goodbye, Varian set off in the light of the morning sun.

First stop, Elio.

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[inkdragonworks]

Not as much updates for this month, due to taking a small break to work on Tiera stuff for a bit. You should check that out if you haven't yet.

As for Pocket Adventure, I finished editing the chapter 2 script to shorten things, and working on the very last cutscene for it. That led to working more on the cutscene editor, which had it's updates carried over from Fragaria Park. A lot of fixes have been made on the editor so that I can inch closer to being able to fully edit in it, the major change being able to add/remove images that show up in the dialogue scenes.

A more interesting change is that I went back to the first tier of alternate attacks to the boxing glove, and tweaked them all to feel better. More balanced while remaining unique, I hope. The second gif here, the cuckoo bird, is able to pierce through and hit multiple enemies. Jupa's charge will create a wavey projectile that stuns any enemies it hits, and Poppin's charge causes a cacophony that hurts anything near it.

Speaking of the "tier 1 glove alts", the chest for picking one of them is moved to the start of chapter 2. Originally I put it in an optional area in the middle of chapter 2, but I think having something new to attack with after Chapter 1 is a little better paced.

I'm starting to pick at the surrounding optional areas in Chapter 2, stuff that doesn't necessarily have content to it but is meant to tease at future areas/tasks you'd do in later chapters. One of them involves the third bandit type, the Cinmin bandit, and I wanted to update his base sprite shown here (on the left), to his new one (on the right). Little changesl ike this I feel like reads better and is more pleasing.

And finally some cutscene assets. Nab, the green guy, had a bit of a big head, so I went through all of his dialogue sprites and narrowed it more, making him fit alongside PnJ more.

At the top are some other NPCs... one of which is the farmer you talk to at the end of the chapter 1 demo. I debated on it and decided to just make dialogue sprites for all unique NPCs. I think that will help differentiate whether or not you get exp for talking to them.

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October is a month I usually spend playing spooky games and drawing, so I don't expect to get a lot of game dev done. Another part of why things are sparse is my job has been picking up and it is asking a bunch right now... I expect it to calm down in a couple of weeks. I'm pretty lucky though, budget cuts halved our entire team and somehow I didn't get let go. And thankfully that government shutdown didn't happen cause then I wouldn't be getting paid at all for who-knows-how-long.

My game dev plans right now are finishing up this next batch of Cutscene Editor fixes, use it to animate the last cutscene, and then continue picking at the tertiary rooms connected between chapter 2 and future areas.

But what you can expect for sure are more pics this halloween time! Hope you enjoy them.

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[lizardthelizard]

OKAY! I have to know your thoughts on the idea of august as the author? I never really thought henry made sense as the author, & august literally was able to seamlessly add pages to the story book & had untold knowledge about the previous author. PLUS an indepth knowledge of the 'correct' version of fairytales & how magic worked in the enchanted forest despite being like 7 when he went through the portal. [have been discussing this theory with others & we all seem to agree that august shouldve been the author BUT 👀 as the president of the august fanclub I'm curious about your thoughts 👀]

(90% of the below was written last October and I'm SO sorry that it's taken this long for me to finish and publish this ask 😭😭 I was HYPED to get the ask, it was just sent at the wrong time)

HI!!!!! 🥰💕💕 It's always a delight to see you in my inbox, but ESPECIALLY with a question like this HELLO??? <3

okay okay SO .

I think that, for me, I understand why OUAT picked out Henry to be the Author. And imo, Henry ~kind of~ worked as the Author. I mean, he was the one that had been so involved with the storybook in the first place (and, in a way, bringing to life the characters in the book when he brought Emma to town to break the curse).

That said...I did read and enjoy a post you made a while ago about how Henry hasn't ever been a particularly avid reader (the most we ever see him read are comic books) and most of his focus is very specifically around THEE storybook and the change it brought him in his real life, rather than the stories and fiction itself. And, like.....you're RIGHT.

Anyway.....August. I have...mixed feelings about this.

On the surface, it's very appealing. August is already a writer. He DOES have knowledge of the previous Authors, yes, and a good handle on the storybook itself. And yes! He really does he have an indepth knowledge about the characters in book, thanks to his past in the EF. He was only a child, sure, but he was a child for a long time. He was a puppet for 20 years (thank you Season 6 for making that canon). He's met David's dad. He's seen Regina as the Evil Queen when she visited their village. He's been with Emma during several key points in her life and story.

AND YET...There are a couple of reasons as to why I can't quite jive with this theory, and one of them is simply that...He isn't allowed to be a good narrator. He's THEE unreliable narrator (he's literally named after the man that coined the term 'unreliable narrator'). And we've already seen how unsuitable Isaac was when he strayed from the path of 'recording everything exactly as it was'.

Now. I'm not saying that August would go full rogue like Isaac. But what I am saying, is that August has canonically already edited the storybook because he didn't like what was there. He took the Pleasure Island arc out of the book and hid them away somewhere because he didn't want other people reading that part of his story because he felt ashamed of it. I definitely don't think it would be a stretch for him to tweak elements of his own story (and maybe potentially other people's) if he felt he needed to. And ultimately, this would make him a bad Author.

The second reason that I can't quite support this theory is because...August is too involved in the storybook himself. To me, it feels wrong for a character in the storybook to also be the Author of said book. Isaac was literally just some dude from the 1960s that liked writing stories. Henry, although entwined with the book, was never actually in the book himself, so he can claim some distance between it too. And the only other Author that we see mentioned (?) is Walt Disney in a throwaway joke line, so...

Not to mention, despite talking constantly about 'being a writer' the only thing we ever actually SEE him writing is....The Adventures of Pinocchio. The main story he's interested in right now is clearly his own. (THAT SAID, I obviously won't deny that he loves to tell a tall tale (lemurs in Nepal, bullfighting ect). I'm not trying to deny that he doesn't enjoy telling stories, only saying that his main focus is HIS story right now).

Also, I hear you saying that August was super involved in the storybook and its history, and that he had a lot of knowledge around it (after all, he knew about the door and how to add and remove pages from the book) however, I would like to introduce here two wise old men: The Dragon and The Apprentice, both able to aid him in the Land without Magic, even at a time when August was seemingly doubting his own past/magic.

The Apprentice is particularly important here because I'm of the opinion that he gave August the missing pages from the book. I know that it's not unreasonable to assume that August typed those pages himself, but the illustrations make it a little more difficult to believe, if I'm honest. Can August draw? Yes, very well. We've seen his drawing of the Apprentice and it's very good (not to mention his skill as a woodcarver). But...to remember exactly what David's dad looked like, to the point that Killian is able to recognise him from that drawing..? Seems a little implausible to me personally.

Anyway, I've rambled a lot here but TL;DR:

imo, August is too involved in the story, too unreliable as an author, and probably not as knowledgeable about the book as he claims to be, in order to be a good candidate for the Author.

BUT!!!!! I do think it would be a fascinating avenue to explore in an AU ....👀

#august booth #ouat #I'm now imagining some kind of au where he does get the chance to tweak things #but it has this like...butterfly effect on everything and fucks things up for the whole of storybrooke #imagine. he only wants to change some of HIS story #but when he tries to erase his time at PI. he changes events around david's dad too #actually not just david's dad but also JAMES #asks #august meta

[michelleleewise]

Hey I’m kind of in a angst to fluff mood and was wondering if you could do a Loki x Reader where they have a fight over the fact Loki is too busy with things around new Asgard or the compound and she was understanding at first but then months went by and she felt unwanted. So they fight and Loki snaps at her, hurting her feelings and she storms out. And that makes him realize how love starved and touch starved he has made her and when she returns he makes it up to her. You can make it smutty if you wish and are comfortable with that. I am new to your account and requesting so I hope I requested the correct way.

Hiiii!!! Thank you so so much for sending this to me and I'm so sorry it took me so long!!! I did tweak a couple things, I do love smut but it felt more fluffy💚, not too much tho!!! I hope you like it!!!! 💚🐍

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Not Now.....

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: angst, angst with happy ending, self doubt, self esteem issues, crying, depression, fluffy ending

Summary: Loki was the most caring lover you had ever had, but when you moved in with him, things started to change.

You sat in your bed, back against the headboard with a book. Looking at the clock seeing it was past 2am you sighed closing it. You picked up your phone seeing no new messages. Loki was supposed to be back this afternoon, but he never showed up. You knew when he went to New Asgard with Thor they were going to be busy, but he couldn't text you? call you just to tell you he was ok? You looked over at his side of the bed, untouched for over week. Running your fingers over his pillow you felt a tear stream down your cheek.

When you moved in with Loki a few months ago you had thought of him ravishing you every night, cuddling into him as he held you, not lonely nights and cold sheets. You understood he was busy, working as an avenger when at the tower and helping Thor as the royal advisor in Asgard, the man was swamped. So you bit your tongue, kept your feelings at bay. The last thing he needed was you whining at him. You wiped your face, laying down pulling his pillow to your chest inhaling his scent, hoping when he got back he would shower you with affection.

You woke the next morning still clutching his pillow, sighing seeing he hadn't come back. You got up, showering and getting dressed deciding to head to the kitchen for some coffee. "Lady y/n, how are you?" Thor bellowed as you walked in. "Hey, when did you guys get back?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "last night, it was fairly late." He said handing you a mug. You nodded pouring your coffee "Loki stayed in my room last night, he said he didn't want to disturb you." He said sitting at the table. You sat across from him sipping your coffee when Loki stormed in, a stack of papers in hand.

"Brother, we must go through these trade agreements today or New Asgard will be in ruin within the month." He said sitting down "we will Loki, relax." Thor said leaning back "You are the king Thor, this must take priority." Loki said looking at him. "Doesn't y/n look lovely today?" He asked looking at you as Loki finally glanced at you "Morning darling, I didn't see you there. You do look very nice today." He smiled as you looked down. You sat in silence as he continued talking to Thor when courage struck you

"Hey Loki." You said looking at him "yes darling." He asked not looking up from his papers "would you want to go out today? We could go to the park, or the museum." You suggested "Not now, I'm far too busy, maybe another time." He said shuffling some of them around. You looked at Thor, seeing pity in his eyes you got up and headed back to your room. The next few days it was the same, he came to bed after you and left before you got up. You hadn't felt this lonely when you were single. You decided enough was enough, you got up getting dressed you grabbed your wallet and keys heading to the kitchen, you were going to take Loki out whether he wanted to or not.

You walked in, seeing Loki hunched over a stack of papers, Thor next to him as you walked up. "Loki?" You asked "yes love what is it?" He asked sternly not looking at you "I wanted to take you to lunch." You said smiling "not now love, these need my attention." He said "c...can't Thor do them?" You asked quietly as he flipped through them. "No, he cannot." He said still not looking at you. "But Loki, we haven't...." you started as his hand slammed down on the table making you jump "y/n, I told you I'm busy, does your feeble mortal brain not understand that!" He yelled, glaring at you with anger in his eyes you had never seen before.

"It's just l....I haven't hardly seen you in months." You said shakely, feeling your eyes burn, he had never spoken to you like this. His brother, and the other avengers often felt is wrath but never you, he was always kind with you. "Yes y/n, because I have responsibilities, things that must be tended to. You shouldn't need looked after like a child." He said still glaring. You looked down nodding "i...I'm sorry Loki, I won't bother you again." You said looking up into his eyes, his expression softening as you turned and walked out as fast as you could. "Y/n, wait!" You heard behind you as you made it to the elevator pressing the button "y/n.." You looked over your shoulder seeing Loki as the doors opened. You dove in, pushing the button watching the doors close as Loki got to the elevator.

"Dammit!" Loki yelled, running a hand through his hair returning to the kitchen "Brother, was that necessary? I know you are busy, and things demand your attention. But don't you think the woman who loves you deserves atleast a fraction of your attention?" Thor shook his head, walking past him to the hall. Loki stood in the dining area, rubbing his temples, picked up his phone he dialed your number, hearing it go to voicemail he sighed flopping into a chair. He thought about the last few months since you moved in with him, and the handful of times he actually shared the space with you.

He knew he had been working alot, but he never thought about how it would affect you. How many times had you fallen asleep alone, woken alone. Everytime he had planned to spend time with you be was called on business to New Asgard, or there was a mission he needed to go on. The look in your eyes when he yelled flashed in his mind, you had never looked so broken, so sad and it was his fault. He picked up his phone again, dialing a different number. He needed to fix this and he knew the first thing he needed to do.

He paced through your shared room, you still hadn't returned and he was worried sick. He had tried to call and text multiple times but to no success, calls going straight to voicemail and texts left unread. He looked at the clock, seeing it was nearly midnight and decided he was going to look for you. He grabbed his cost, slipping it on as he saw the door open slowly, your head peeking inside before you stepped in. "Leaving again?" You asked setting your keys down. "I was going to come look for you" he said throwing his coat over the chair.

"Well I've only come to grab my things, and I won't bother you again." You said flatly, walking to the closet pulling out your suitcase. "What do you mean?" He asked stepping closer to you "don't you have something to go to, doesn't Thor need you?" You asked stepping around him, refusing to make eye contact "no, I only need to be here with you." He said following you. "Mm..miracles do happen." You sighed, pulling your clothes off the hangers heading back to the living room when Loki caught your arm making you flinch slightly "love, talk to me, please." He asked looking at you, your eyes cast down.

"There's nothing to say, atleast I know how you really feel" You sighed trying to step around him. "No no no, wait...please." He said coming to stand in front of you holding your shoulders "i...I can't lose you." You heard him say. You finally looked up at him "Loki, you never make time for me. When we first started dating you seemed to enjoy my company, but who would want a feeble mortal child hanging around?" You asked shakely as be gripped your shoulders tighter "no love, It wasn't..... I adore everything about you. It's just.." he sighed "what...it's just what?" You asked sternly "i...I lost site of what truly matters." He said looking at you.

"And you are not a feeble mortal, i was exhausted and stresses and took it out on you, and I can never apologize enough for the terrible way I treated you." He said rubbing your shoulders. "It doesn't matter Loki, nothing is going to change. Something will happen and you'll be gone again." You said feeling your eyes well up again. "I resigned as royal advisor." He said looking into your eyes "y...you what?" You said "but Thor needs you, he can't do all of that." You said "y/n, he has valkyrie, and several of Odin's advisors made it to earth with us." He said grabbing the clothes you were holding tossing them in the chair.

"But your smarter then they are." You said, seeing him smile, grabbing your hand he led you to the bed, sitting on the end with you "Thank you love, but if I was that smart I would have seen what I was doing you....to us." He looked down. "I am still prince, so I have those duties, but you will never sleep alone again" He said holding your hand. "And I have spoken with Stark and he has allowed me two weeks rest." He said rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I want to spend every moment with you." He said looking into your eyes.

"I know it will take time love, but I want to fix this." He said "let me make this right, let me try, please?" He asked gripping your hand. "Ok Loki, we can try." You smiled "first things first." He said dropping your hand, pulling you to him wrapping his arms around you, holding your head to his chest "I'm so sorry love, Im going to make it all up to you, I swear." He said rocking you back and forth. Wrapping your arms around him you basked in his warmth, his scent. "I'll do whatever you wish my love, tell me what you need." He said kissing the top of your head. "C...could you just keep holding me.... P..please?" You asked shakely as he squeezed you tighter.

He got up, holding you to him as he moved the suitcase off the bed before picking you up, laying down with you, his hands never leaving you. "Try to get some sleep love, im not going anywhere." He said holding you to him as you closed your eyes. "I love you Loki." You whispered, squeezing him tighter "I love you too darling, more then anything." He whispered back, gently rubbing your head.

He held you tight through the night, never letting go. He would never let you go again......

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