#even in dangerous situations they’re making witty comments

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hear me out

grown up percy jackson ≈ tony stark

i’m pretty sure that i am not the first person to say this. but it’s the way that they’re both sarcastic and witty, even in dangerous situations (no percy is not self obsessed or entitled like him lol)

also i’ve decided to use gifs instead of words to explain the similarities

#only percy isn’t self obsessed lol #they are VERY different but the humor is so similar #they’re both so sarcastic and sassy #even in dangerous situations they’re making witty comments #i love this comparison guys #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #tony stark #avengers #marvel #percabeth #pjo

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OPINION: Ref(e)lection: The Political Dialogue in Social Media

Photo credit: Rachelle Baldelomar

Think about the last time you talked about politics to a stranger from across the internet. How did that go? Did it leave you with a triumphant feeling, like you earned some sort of gold medal because of your winning arguments? Or maybe, you used some sort of witty meme that received multiple retweets and likes, giving you that sense of satisfaction? Seeing that there’s a lot of people out there who share the same views and sentiments as us, especially on the subject of politics, this recurring situation in which we dabble in discourse and wind up with feelings of triumph seems to be such a good thing because of the very notion we bring ourselves to believe: we’re the ones who are well-informed and, therefore, right.

Looking at it from another angle, it’s important to reflect by asking ourselves: what pushed us into doing it? What led us to decide that we should reply to this stranger’s comment? Surely, it isn’t only due to our humanitarian obligation of educating others so that they may truly know the facts, allowing them access to the knowledge we have. Rather, it’s also a chance on their part to see things from another viewpoint, to see and judge for themselves based on the facts presented. That’s a good enough reason, isn’t it? In line with this, yet another query makes itself known: did I actually succeed in educating them? After all, that’s the objective, isn’t it? And the stranger you talked to—did you have a fruitful conversation with them? Or, perhaps they just blocked you? Ah, maybe they just ignored you altogether and stopped replying?

Now, really think about it.

In today’s political dialogue in social media, there lurks a particular danger—a drag-down type of culture on one another’s opinions or intellect simply due to differing views or ideas. For example, when trying to engage in discourse, we see other netizens resort to argumentum ad hominem when they’re not educated on a particular issue or if they’re being defensive of a politician whom many of us dislike for credible reasons; calling these supporters names and using sarcasm or memes are common responses. In trying to correct them, arrogance seeps out from the resulting responses. Both parties are left with no choice but to end up frustrated, with still opposing views, yet with the same line of thinking: I was the one in the right. We end up in the same place all over again—in the trap of our own echo chambers.

To be clear, though, there is nothing wrong with discourse or the act of partaking in it. In fact, it is highly encouraged, especially now. However, the very behavior previously mentioned is something different; it’s one that’s rooted in sarcasm and arrogance, disguised through “simply educating others.” In reality, it is simply nothing more than being on a high horse. From another perspective, the act of “educating” others in this manner can even be seen as performative, too.

As this continues, the results lead to an overconfidence in our knowledge and capabilities, creating an echo chamber. According to Michael Patrick Lynch’s ‘The Chronicle of Higher Education,’ our social media feeds have been designed to acknowledge and affirm our own opinions for us. Meanwhile, any stance that’s averse to our own is reduced to nothing but incorrect—the poor opinion—and more often than not, ridiculed. These algorithms also worsen the issue of misinformation, locking us in a herd mentality in which we are accompanied by the same exact opinions and left no room for critical thinking. With this type of social atmosphere, it’s no question that there may be a possible spiral of silence as well.

For us to accomplish a better way of discourse, we must reflect on our actions and the very mindset we carry: if my objective is to educate them, then how can I do it while ensuring that they would indeed listen? Or, more accurately: how would I persuade them? If I were them, would I even listen to myself if I were approached in that manner? If the goal is to educate, then first, we must define what it means to succeed at educating someone, and then accept the reality that no one changes their stances overnight. To make someone listen is something that we should already consider a win, despite how small it may seem.

Furthermore, as we reflect, we must also keep in mind that they, too, have their own reasons for having those beliefs and views. We are under this impression that others have a lot to learn from us and from what we have to say, but what we fail to realize is that we can learn a lot from them, too. Just because their thoughts and opinions are different from ours doesn’t mean we can simply disregard what leads them to believe that perhaps, this candidate is for them, or stands for causes that align with theirs. We have to be able to sympathize with what their reasons may be, and this is especially important to consider when talking to those in the marginalized sector.

Instead of being on a high horse, we must use better ways of approach, such as viewing the contested matter from the vantage point of the other party and allowing our knowledge gaps to be filled by them. Everything gets easier with practice, so we must always be careful of what we practice. As we get used to a proper way of approach—exchanging ideas and opinions properly instead of being combative—they too are not only able to take in our own opinions, but are more open to receiving the information we’ve exchanged. And so, when we reflect, we shouldn’t forget to reevaluate how we’ve communicated our thoughts and opinions to those whose views differ from ours. We must continue to reflect on the situations we’ve faced in the past and see how things become much more productive when we are able to treat those with different opinions as people whom we can learn from as well.

Now, despite this, let’s not forget what the government can do in order to make social media a viable medium of expression for the political views of many. After all, this is social media, something they can get supervision of—and though we are its netizens, frankly, we can only do so much.

In 2016, Rappler published an article showing how the cognitive bias in Facebook algorithms was most prominent during the 2016 elections, which was heavily influenced by the spread of misinformation and disinformation of the controversial blogger, Mocha Uson. With the help of her Facebook page, MOCHA USON BLOG, along with the internet being weaponized, everything else fell into place as it brought about Rodrigo Duterte’s sweep-in votes that led to his presidential win.

Apart from this, the article also mentioned an unusual kind of AI; rather than your ordinary artificial intelligence, it is now also accompanied by what is called Artificial Ignorance. To further elaborate, Vincent Lazatin, the Executive Director of the Transparency & Accountability Network, mentioned Artificial Ignorance in a panel on Technology and the Public Debate at Rappler’s #HackSociety. He said, “You spoke about how artificial intelligence is here now, but what we’re seeing on the internet is a different kind of AI, which is Artificial Ignorance. The bots, the algorithms and the paid trolls, they are purveyors of Artificial Ignorance.” Lazatin here refers to circumstances that occurred during the same year where there had been bots—automated programs—that attacked users based on keywords, coupled with networks of paid trolls and fake accounts that proliferated back in 2015.

The article went on to talk about how these paid initiatives interact with real people, as well as the impact of Facebook’s algorithms on our democracies. Referring to the piece once again, what occurs afterwards is that it deepens the very network effect, and the aforementioned paid initiatives anchor on real people, much like Uson herself. This caused her blog to help amplify the reach of fake accounts, the very evidence of how her blog became more powerful due to increased engagement and the invisible web of actions connecting her advocacy page to ordinary netizens. We can see here that this very connection is able to take advantage of the effects and actions rewarded by Facebook’s algorithms. Thus, whatever is displayed on her page—an echo chamber in itself, all the same messages and thoughts and opinions—reaches and convinces more and more people. Albeit unfortunate, it is undeniable that it had been a very effective way to create a social movement.

That in itself should have already been something the government immediately took action on, yet it had been brushed off. In spite of experts already tackling this topic to increase visibility, the government remains silent. Their silence on the topic speaks a thousand words in itself. And from what we’ve seen in the past years of the current presidency, this silence is saying the same thing: it’s no accident. In fact, this has been their entire intention all along.

Now, obviously, the silence of these very institutions can only lead to one thing: people, victims of misinformation, unwittingly throwing around unsubstantiated arguments. They commit to said arguments, and possibly close their minds to future information given to them without even giving a chance to listen to or read the knowledge presented.

During the September 26 #HackSociety panel on Technology and the Public Debate, Stephanie Sy, the founder of Thinking Machines Data Science, said, “You’re not seeing everything. You’re seeing what Facebook thinks you’re most likely to interact with, and if you interact with something, you’ll see more and more and more of that. And that naturally pushes people into social bubbles that don’t talk to each other and engage with each other.”

We have seen just how powerful Facebook’s algorithms can be, especially in shaping reality—heck, we’re personally living through its effect (Duterte’s presidency). It has created, and continues to create these echo chambers that are proven to be harmful to democracy. If we’re not careful, the reality we have now might be much worse than it already is: the son of the dictator we’d once overthrown is aiming for the presidency, and the information surrounding him and his family is rooted in falsehood that continues to be spread around the virtual world. What happened to the followers of the MOCHA USON BLOG is no different from what’s happening with the disinformation now; the only difference is, even without Mocha Uson, things only continue to get worse with the belief of the Marcos era being a golden age of our country.

With regards to this, it’s important to remember that there are means to combat such information and beliefs when we cross paths with them. According to Robert Cialdini’s ‘Influence,’ publicly committing and expressing an opinion will give you certainty with it. There is no problem with expressing one’s opinion, as this is freedom of speech, after all. However, there is a problem with living in echo chambers; it is like a disease in the form of being closed-minded to others. Nevertheless, we’re well-aware that the government has the power to fix this through engagement with the public—it is their responsibility, and an engaged audience is a happy audience. One of the many things they can offer is simple transparency with the masses, amplifying the truth and prioritizing what the media has to offer. In this manner, people are exposed to the truth, particularly those concerning social issues. This builds more trust with the public as we’re reassured that the institutions that govern our country value press freedom.

But if there’s anything these past years have taught us, it’s that “press freedom” is not in the dictionary of this administration.

And so, without building public trust, where else do we expect people to find some sort of validation for their opinions? Without the untarnished truth to serve as a guide for their own thoughts, an echo chamber influencing them is more likely than they think. In turn, the validation—whatever it may be—causes minds to purposely dodge future knowledge, especially if they’re already long gone in this mob mentality driven by misinformation.

A paragon of this very effect is the discourse between Bongbong Marcos’ supporters, more commonly known as the BBM supporters, and the supporters of Leni Robredo aka ‘Kakampinks.’ Heck, a scene that’s all too familiar with us occurs every day. We scroll through our feed and see threads of long paragraphs (sometimes with loads of memes). There’s either so much noise (read: name-calling of one another) or radio silence (read: ignoring, blocking, and moving on). And it’s quite disheartening to see that the conversations have been little more than insults towards one another or their candidates, ultimately contributing nothing to what could be a good exchange of ideas and information.

See, there’s a difference between having confidence in our knowledge and plain ignorance. The only thing that can help us solve this problem is if, once more, we back down from insisting we must be right and see the one we’re talking to as someone who holds an opportunity for us to fill in whatever knowledge gaps we may have. If we’re not careful, the very same people we argue with will cling to their misinformation and blind support, not caring if they are right or wrong, as long as they can throw their argument out for the sake of standing their ground—or, simply put, pride.

This is the risk posed by a lack of intellectual humility. What could have been a change of mind or heart is now nothing more but a wasted opportunity.

There’s no denying that sometimes, engaging in discourse can be tiring, especially when the other party isn’t exactly as open-minded as we hoped. What’s important is how we approached them, and that the talk of politics itself was in favor of learning through healthy means of discussion. Whether or not we were successful in persuading, it’s important to know we tried our best. After an ample amount of rest, what comes after is to do the next important thing: to move on to the next person, the next people; to discuss and learn from one another.

Again, if what we aim to do in these times is to truly educate ourselves and one another, to prevent any power-hungry politician from taking the presidency, and to soon have a leader we can rely on as our president—then the best thing we can do now for our political dialogue is to allow healthier, more meaningful discussions. Perhaps this’ll make us learn not only each other’s own stances, but empathy as well, coming together in the end—one way or another.

No matter what, we must always remember and understand that regardless of who we’re talking to, we can always learn from them as much as they can from us. That’s how we can easily place ourselves on equal ground, especially in trying to persuade them to see our side. Let’s do all we can in the remaining three days—learn, discuss and tackle various topics, improve how we engage in discourse, shape our critical thinking skills, be open to new ideas, and overall improve political dialogue amongst ourselves. //by Danie Cabrera and Yeshua Galicia

#MC2022 #MC2023 #opinion #english #Danie Cabrera #Yeshua Galicia

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Heartlines by @sorrybutblog

Harry/Draco (2022, Teen and Up, 22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time? Featuring: Draco's penchant for fancy light fixtures (handmade), Harry's penchant for wearing only boxers to bed (handsome), a protracted (necessary-ish) stay alone together at Malfoy Manor, and more!

“Yeah, I mean he still annoys me.” Harry thought about it. “We spend all this time together and sometimes I just want to pelt him with small objects. Nothing that would hurt him. Just like, ping, a paper clip, or something.”

This was my first Cluefest pick (curse breaker Harry, my beloved! The “creepy nightgowns” tag might have done it too) and it instantly became a favourite. You can’t go wrong with case fic + unhinged house + forced proximity and I love how iota balances efficient and hot bodyguard Harry doing cool investigative work with a nice slow burn, slice-of-life vibes full of delicious UST. Boy, does this fic deliver! I love the initial animosity, both keeping their distance as if complete strangers, and how the forced proximity makes their dancing around each other an exciting mix of awkward tension and sweet domesticity. And the mystery running across two cases kept me invested in the plot the whole time, even as the alternating POVs stole the scene.

Speaking of, my favourite thing about this fic -  besides the kind of organic, conversational slow burn I just LOVE, feels so real - was the delightful low key humour. You know that bubbly feeling of being caught off guard by an unexpected line that make you snort out loud and go back to reread it? This fic is full of those subtly funny jokes, especially when we’re inside Draco’s head and catch him pining after hot shot Auror Potter in his offensive sleeping boxers, and offensive arms and thighs combo. Draco never stood a chane! For a quiet slow burn, I wasn’t expecting to laugh this much, and the dialogue was witty enough that I never knew when to expect it, which kept me fully engaged and smitten. What a treat!

Their personalities are also a delight, relatable and quite charming; I love Draco’s initial guarded and aloof approach, soften by his interest in tinkering with furniture and fixing things, by his gentle pining and mild self-deprecation. His recluse persona felt very realistic, a refreshing take on the “down and out” trope imo. Harry is a bit slower on the uptake - again, 100% on brand - and his friendship with Hermione cleansed my skin, especially when she teased him about Draco. On a side note, it’s interesting to notice how both Harry and Draco are perfectly content in their loneliness, each has his own routine and lives comfortable in his own skin, welcoming simple things like reading a book or having dinner in companionable silence.

Plus the way they’re so disgustingly sweet to each other after finally getting together? I live and breathe for Harry telling Draco he’s gonna teach him things, or playfully grabbing his foot, or reminiscing about being called “sweetheart” the night before (YES PLS, the way I’ve been obsessing over this endearment lately 🥺). This fic had all the things I love about a slow burn, great unhurried pacing, tentative romance, intriguing plot, charming dialogue. It did my heart so good after an insanely busy week, and I’m sure it will charm its way into someone else’s heart as well. Go ahead and don’t forget to leave kudos and comments!

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Hiya :D if you are still accepting headcanons, may I request one with Nathan Drake please? Could it be about where Sully is yn's dad and she considers Drake her brother? (If its okay later on when you play the second game I can requesr sort of like a part two of this where they notice yn looking at chloe like 👀😳) lol please and thank you, have a lovely day:)

Yes, I’m so excited to write more Uncharted stuff!! I’m really enjoying the games, and I adore Nate! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it :)

Want to send a request? Read my rules first, please!

BEING SULLY’S CHILD AND NATE’S ADOPTIVE SIBLING

Your mom had never told you much about your father

Apparently he was a one time thing and never saw him again

But you looked up information and went looking for him

It took you years to find the famous Victor Sullivan, but you did

And when you did, it was in the middle of a jungle, with someone else

A twenty something year old boy that appeared to be his son

A part of you disliked that boy, because he had been with Victor

He had enjoyed time with your father while you hadn’t, you were jealous

But as you talked with them both, you found that you liked each other

Victor thought you were smart, witty and strong-willed

So he let you go with them on their adventure, with Nate agreeing

At first you only spoke about your mother, not finding any other subject

But then, you found what your dad and Nate had to say fascinating

They were looking for some treasure, and knew a lot about history

Hearing their stories and all their knowledge was very interesting

Years passed, and you became inseparable with both of them

Nate became like your brother, and you grew to love him a lot

Even if, like siblings, you were constantly annoying each other

You also liked to tease Sully calling him dad every now and then

Even if he had asked you to call him ‘Victor’ or ‘Sully’

“Hey, dad...” “Goddammit, Y/N, you make me feel so old calling me that”

“I can always call you grampa if you feel so old”

And Nate of course joins in joking around with Sully

“Y/N’s got a point, Sully” “Shut up, Nate, I ain’t that old”

Sully kind of gets revenge, with something you think he does on purpose

Calling out ‘kid’ instead of using any of your names

So you and Nate always turn around at the same time

Not really knowing who he refers to, which only makes Sully laugh

Nate and Sully being very protective of you, sometimes a little too much

But they still teach you their adventurer ways

They give you a gun to defend yourself with and teach you how to use it

And Nate also tries to teach you how to climb stuff like him

Even if you have the feeling that he only does it to silence you

Because you’re always saying he’s a ‘monkey show off with no banana’

Which makes him chuckle despite it all even if it annoys him

Sully telling you things you didn’t know about your mom

Sometimes it’s TMI, but you and Nate stop him when he talks too much

“Ugh, Sully, I didn’t want to know what...” “Your mom was gorgeous, Y/N”

“You dirty old man, you’ve traumatized Y/N” “Don’t exaggerate, Nate”

Lots of fun, witty conversations like that with the both of them

Working together to find information and solves mysteries

Even if your treasure seeking adventures never go as planned

Teasing Nate when you first meet Elena, seeing his face

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” “And you’re obnoxious, Y/N, shut up”

In return, Nate teasing you when you come across anyone attractive

Or anyone that flirts with you even a little bit

“Got an admirer, huh, Y/N?” “No... I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I’ll have to give them the older brother talk” “Stop, Nate!”

Sometimes you bicker about stupid things, though

Even if it’s mostly during dangerous situations when you’re scared

And you have scared each other many many times too

With all those injuries, kidnappings and things that happened

It’s the price to pay to lead that adventurer life, you suppose

But with the good and the bad, they’re still your family

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!! // Masterlist

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A Vulcan Smile Part Three

[Part one] [Part two]

A/N: Lunar eclipses are ever 2.5 years on Earth. I just want y’all to know that

“How is it? Is it bad?” Joanna asked, peeping over the computer at you. “How bad is it?” 

“It’s not bad. It’s really good,” you told her. “Now go away and let me finish.”

With one last worried look, she went back to the sofa and you went back to reading her paper, but before you could make it through even a paragraph another McCoy interrupted you. 

“Is she gonna get an A?” Leonard put a hand on the desk and leaned over you to see the computer screen. “She better get an A.” 

“Leonard, I know that you don’t get to be here very often,” you turned your head slightly so that you could see his face, “but the whole helicopter dad thing you got going on is starting to drive me a little nuts?” 

“I’m the helicopter?” He met your gaze. “How many teachers make home visits?” 

“This is a big assignment.” 

“You’ve been here three days this week,’ he pointed out. 

“If you’re just going to complain, could you do it somewhere else so I can focus?” 

He looked back at the screen. “I’m not complaining.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t say anything, choosing instead to return to reading. The two of you read in silence for a moment, before a line caught your eye. 

“Looks like your snarkiness rubbed off on her,” you smiled, pointing out the line. “She’s pretty witty.” 

He looked down at you. “That was almost a compliment.” 

You ignored his comment, but the smile didn’t leave your face as you finished the paper. 

“She’s gonna get an A.” 

“She will once I fix the spelling. Move over.” He nudged the chair. “Apparently the dyslexia really is a family trait.” 

You leaned back in the desk chair. “You knew Spock had dyslexia but you didn’t know he had a sister?” 

“The details that man finds important enough to share astounds me too.” He motioned for you to get out of the chair so he could sit. “Do me a favor and tell Joanna to get ready for bed.” 

“Sure.” You got up and headed to the living room. “I do all the other parenting for you.” 

“I heard that.” 

“You were meant to,” you called back as you took a seat next to Joanna. “I’ve got good news and bad news, but I think there’s wiggly room on the bad news.” 

“Good news first,” she requested. 

“Good news is your paper is great and I’m super proud.” You held up your hand for her to high five. “Bad news is your dad wants you to go to bed soon.” 

She started to groan in complaint when she remembered your earlier comment. “You said there was wiggle room?” 

“There’s a lunar eclipse tonight. I think we convince him that staying up past your bedtime would be beneficial to your education.” 

She grinned at your suggestion. 

“That’s not gonna happen,” the doctor said as he crossed the room. 

“An appreciation and understanding of the universe is important to a young girl's development,” you told him. 

“So is sleep.” 

“She can sleep any night. She can only see a lunar eclipse every three years,” you argued.

His eyebrows lowered as his counterargument took shape in his mind. Joanna looked up at you with wide, insistent eyes and you gave her a small nod to let her know you had a handle on the situation. 

You looked back to Leonard and continued your argument before he had time to finish his, “You’ve already deprived her of the opportunity to live among the stars and learn all there is to learn about the universe while being raised by her father. Are you really going to deprive her of this too?” 

His eyebrows managed to lower further. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it once more. “I am not depriving her of anything. I am protecting her from the dangers of living on a starship.” 

Joanna rolled her eyes. 

“And now you’ve been provided the opportunity to show her the wonders of the stars safely from the ground. Don’t miss it.” 

“The wonders,” he scoffed under his breath. 

“Don’t let her grow up to be as cynical as you. Not yet.” You put your hands on Joanna’s shoulders as she did her best to look young and sweet. “Protect and foster her joy and innocence while she still has it.” 

His glare was flattering at the power of her puppy dog eyes and finally he sighed, “Fine.” 

Joanna cheered and sprinted out the front door. 

He crossed his arms. “You know she’s not gonna make it until the moon is even half in shadow.” 

“Maybe not,” you smiled, “but she’ll always remember that you let her try.” 

His expression softened further as he watched you follow his daughter outside. 

As usual, he was only half right. Joanna had stayed up to see the planet’s shadow move halfway across the moon, but had fallen asleep soon after. Her legs were draped over her father’s and her head resting in your lap as she snored softly. Your fingers weaved small braids into her hair while she slept. Quietly, you named the stars. You had started for Joanna’s benefit, teaching her the stars she could see from Earth when she was small. But you found yourself continuing long after her eyes had closed. You were barely aware of the words you were saying anymore and you were sure Leonard wasn’t paying attention. 

When you dropped your gaze from the moon you found him staring at you. Finally, the stream of star facts came to a stop. 

“Sorry,” your voice dropped an octave. “Didn’t realize how much I was infodumping.” 

“You do tend to babble,” he smiled softly to let you know he was joking. Or maybe he was letting you know that he didn’t mind. “You’re a good teacher.”  

You chuckled lightly, “Thanks.”

“But why are you here?” You raised an eyebrow at his question and he quickly explained, “If you like space so much why aren’t you working up there? They’re always looking for teachers on space stations.” 

You shuttered at the idea. “Can’t stand those death traps. They’re nothing but a testament to the federation’s hubris.” You looked back at the sky but not before you caught his smile widening ever so slightly. “I don’t know how much of this is a genuine interest anymore and how much is just affection for Spock.” 

“How’s that?”

You sighed deeply trying to figure out how to explain your complicated emotions around the subject. “Spock and I aren’t close. You may have noticed that we don’t have a lot in common.” 

“Yeah, I picked up on that.”

“Well, the one thing we did have in common were the stars. Interest in the sciences was always encouraged in our home so we could go out at night to watch the stars without being questioned. And if Sarek was gone we were allowed to just be. No pressure to hide and suppress every emotion, to stifle every human instinct.” You finished the braid you had been working on and picked up another lock of hair. “We watched every astronomical event together. Even when Spock had run away, if there was a meteor shower I could walk outside at one in the morning and find him waiting for me, like nothing had happened.” 

“Now it’s all we have left. We don’t have a shared home or parents to bring us together anymore. I haven’t even seen him in five years. But every time there’s an upcoming astronomical event, I get a subspace message detailing the event in flawless academic writing.” You chuckled. “I guess it’s Spock's way of saying he loves me.” 

“That’s unexpectedly beautiful,” Leonard told you. “I didn’t think Spock had it in him.”

#stories are probably gonna be a little shorter cuz i just started working #im not working much but goin from not seeing another person for most of 2 years to being around kids everyday is proving to be #an adjustment #also teaching myself calculus is like... so much work yall #anyways enjoy this #bones imagines #bones imagine #bones x reader #leonard mccoy imagine #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy imagines #star trek imagines #star trek imagine #gettin this in just under the wire

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Burning The Midnight Oil (Javier Peña x gn!Reader)

Summary: Javier has been burning the candle at both ends. He just needs some rest. Luckily, you’ve got your husband covered.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: oh boy um. language, non sexual nudity, brief sexual jokes/innuendo, lots of talk of sleep deprivation bc that’s a plot point here, brief mentions of alcohol and guns (maybe once each), mostly talk of food/eating, eating meat/pork (Javier does, not reader) otherwise I’d say it’s fluffy for the most part

A/N: ☄️ anon, god bless your soul for this idea!! I really love it so I banged it out in one night and here we are!!

You haven’t seen your husband in days. You know he’s exhausted, only ever showing up at home when you’re off at work. It’s a terrible situation, the only contact you’ve had with him being at odd hours over the phone.

The DEA has been all hands on deck this week, requiring their men to be there at all times unless they’re at home and sleeping; even then, they only get about six hours off at a time, many of them too wired to sleep. Javier only gets to come home every other day, usually during the middle of the day. He’s been staying up for a dangerous amount of time, in your opinion, leaving you just about ready to find the heads of the cartel and beat their asses yourself.

During the work week, you can’t complain. You have no right to. You knew when you and Javier had eloped and married that the man’s job was a baggage you’d be forced to carry as a couple. You normally didn’t mind, but when it goes into the weekend, that’s when you get mad. Not just that you don’t get your husband at home with you, but that he doesn’t get to be home. He deserves it. Javier hardly relaxes during the weekends, and essentially does not relax on weeknights until he’s fallen asleep with his head on your chest.

Saturday found you running errands, expecting Javier home by midday at the very latest. Returning home with a pep in your step and finding no Javier there, your mood and smile fell instantly. It’s Saturday; your husband should be home. They should be letting them go home, you thought angrily as you took your anger out by chopping the vegetables to go into your dinner. Surely Javier will be home by dinnertime.

Nothing. 6 P.M., 7 P.M., no Javier, just a dinner growing cold and your heart sinking. You knew Javier had got his break yesterday, and had been in the apartment while you worked, but a slightly rumpled bed was the only evidence he was even there.

At 8, you walk to the phone and dial the DEA office, specifically Javier’s extension.

Your husband picks up and his voice wrecks your heart. “Peña,” he mumbles, his voice crackly. It sounds like his morning grumble after a long night of sleep next to you.

“Javi,” you coo, heart breaking. “Baby, when are you coming home?”

Javier perches on the edge of his desk, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder. “Fuck, cariño, I don’t know,” he admits, rubbing his face. “I just woke up, I got an hour nap in the break room office. We have to keep going. We’re so close, I can tell.”

You understand his desperation, but you know exactly what he looks like now, a stubble growing thanks to his time away from home, his eyes bloodshot and drooping. His hair is probably messy and his shirt is probably all wrinkly; you’re absolutely certain he’s holding a mug of the sludgy black coffee the office brews. He’s most definitely the picture of exhaustion, and even though you can’t see him, you know your husband. He is a wreck. “I can let Saturday slide, but you’re coming home tomorrow, I don’t care how long. I need to see you and you need to be taken care of.” “I’m doing just fine,” Javier shakes his head and you can hear a flick of a lighter as he’s most likely lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not, and don’t try to pull that card with me. I know you. You’re a disaster; I can tell from your voice. You haven’t eaten and you haven’t slept and you can’t deny it. I want you home as soon as you can tomorrow, you got it? Don’t you even fucking dare try it, Javier Fernando Peña.”

The full name: ouch. He sighs and exhales the cigarette smoke, then takes a sip of his coffee before answering you. “God, I fucking love you,” he chuckles softly. “Okay.”

Another sign of Javier’s exhaustion: how easily he gives in. Javier is a stubborn man, but over your years together he’s learned that you’re just as hard to budge. When both of you are set, neither of you can be moved. Your sarcasm and wit and willpower was what drew him to you in the first place; Javier could never have a compliant, submitting partner. He’d be a mess. He needs you to ground him, he knew and still knows it. It’s why you’re married now.

“I love you too, handsome. Call me before you come home, okay baby? I want to be awake for you,” you say, a soft smile on your face. Your voice is much warmer, less jagged and rough.

It’s the way you always get Javi, the thing that makes him melt the most: when you’re snapping one second and gentle the next. God, he fucking loves you. You understand him, you don’t question him when he comes home and doesn’t speak. You read him and then you hold him, and all of his fears dissipate with his calming breath. “Okay. I love you,” he repeats again, more earnest and purposeful. He wants you to know it; he worries you haven’t felt it in the past week. It’s also another sign of his exhaustion.

“I love you too, Javi,” you remind him as you chuckle and stand. “Don’t fall asleep on the job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Javier groans and cracks his neck after hanging up, sliding the typewriter back to the beginning. Just a little longer, he tells himself, then he gets to come home to you.

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The phone rings around 5 in the morning, waking you from a restless slumber. The sun is just starting to rise, making the sky lighter and colorful from its previous midnight blue. Knowing Javier would be calling, it was impossible for you to sleep fully, leaving you in a dozing state more similar to a daydream than to any form of REM.

“Hello?” You answer with a groggy voice, hoping it’s Javier. Who else could it be, at this hour on a Sunday morning?

“Hey, dulzura,” Javier sighs into the phone. “I’m packing up my shit now. We didn’t get Escobar, but we got one of his big guys late last night. They’re bringing in some Search Bloc guys and giving us tomorrow off.”

You nearly cry in relief at his words, making a noise between a sigh and a squeal,  heavy and happy. Javier laughs softly at your noise of relief, allowing himself to smile. His vision is hazy from the lack of sleep, but he’ll be cognizant enough after this last cup of coffee kicks in. “Get your ass home, Javi,” you tell him with a voice just as sleepy as his own. “You got an ETA for me?”

There’s a moment of silence as he looks at his watch. “5:45.”

Your eyes haven’t even opened yet, and you finally let them as you look at the clock. That’s soon, really soon, and it makes your heart speed up a little as your body forces you awake. “Great. I’ll see you then. Drive safe. If you’re too tired-”

“Steve will not be driving,” he cuts you off with a grumble. It makes you giggle a little, his adamance that Steve could never possibly do something better than him, more competently.

“Just reminding you. I’ll see you,” you tell him and hang up before he can make another sarcastic comment.

He’s glad you hang up so fast. He doesn’t have the brain power for a classic witty retort.

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Javier goes to unlock the apartment door about half an hour later, but finds that his keys aren’t necessary: you’ve left the door unlocked for him.

He’d be ashamed to admit it to anyone but you, but it really does happen: Javier’s eyes water as he walks inside to the smell of cooking, the stream of soft light through the kitchen window, the sound of soft Sunday morning music drifting from the radio.

You’re at the oven, cooking, and turn when you hear a noise, grinning to see Javier. “Hey, handsome,” you squeal and rush over, wrapping your arms around him.

Javier buries his face in your hair, throwing his arms back around you. You smell fresh and clean, so soft in the fluffy robe he bought you for your birthday a few months ago now. You’re surprised to feel warm water drip from his eyes to your neck, and you pull away with a frown, cupping his face. “Are you okay, love?” You ask, wiping the tears from his eyes.

He nods. “So tired,” he admits and swallows hard. “So glad I’m home. So lucky I have you.”

You have a feeling he doesn’t have the energy to kiss you. Instead, you press your forehead to his and squeeze him tight in your arms. “Okay. I cooked breakfast. You need it. Why don’t you go take a shower?” You ask, breaking away and rubbing his arms.

He shakes his head. “My arms feel like lead. I don’t know if I can even wash my hair,” he admits, his voice a low rumble from his chest. “Just let me sleep, baby.”

“I’ll come with you, then,” you offer, already unbuttoning his shirt and working it off of him purely for comfort. You know your way around your husband’s body by now. You could unbutton his shirts blind; in fact, you have. “Come on, cariño,” you murmur and pull him along to the bathroom by the side of an unbuttoned shirt.

Once in the bathroom, Javier blinks and squints at the bright vanity lights, overwhelmed. You turn on the shower, the bathroom filling with warmth as the water heats and steam fills the air. Even in his tired state, Javier loves to undress you. He tugs the belt from your fuzzy robe, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the counter. You then strip off your respective clothes, and you’re the first to step into the stream of the warm water.

Javi doesn’t have to say anything; you can tell his thoughts from your gaze. His eyes rake your body, taking in the sight of his most beloved person on the planet in all of your naked glory. He climbs in after you, and you grab a bar of soap and get to scrubbing, covering all of Javier’s body with the cucumber-scented suds. He leans his head back against the shower wall, loving your warm hands and the hot water. If he wasn’t standing, if his back wasn’t aching so hard, he’d fall asleep here and now. He’s never been more blissful.

You rinse his body then work his shampoo into his thick hair, your fingers scratching his scalp and massaging his head. “You’re the fucking best,” Javi mumbles sleepily. You just chuckle and work the soap into his hair, stripping it of the grime and cigarette smoke of the office, until he’s wiped clean, ready to start anew.

Later, you wash yourself and let Javier enjoy the hot stream of the water. He’s so zoned out you can’t even tell if he’s awake. You have to actually check. “Javi, baby?”

“Hm?” He mumbles

“Did you fall asleep on me?” You chuckle as you turn off the shower, which makes Javier frown at the loss of warmth.

“‘Course not,” he grumbles, taking the fluffy towel from you and wiping his face.

After the two of you have dressed in fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of your bed and wait for Javier to finish. He pulls a worn t-shirt over his head, then comes and sits next to you, kissing the side of your head. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbles into your temple.

He goes to flop back but you put an arm around him, catching him. “Excuse me, Agent. I made breakfast,” you chuckle and sneak a kiss from his lips, chuckling at the way his mustache is still a little damp. “When was the last time you ate?”

Javier stares off as he considers it. It takes a while for him to respond. You nod at that. “Exactly. Come on, I made breakfast just the way you like it.”

The food is still somewhat warm when you find your way to the kitchen. Javier loves the local cuisine, always has, but something about an American breakfast makes him weak at the knees. He sits at the kitchen counter and sighs as you hand him a plate of buttered toast. “There’s your appetizer,” you chuckle and head back to the stove. Half-cooked bacon, which you turned off when he came in, sits in a pan, and you turn it back on to finish. You crack a couple of eggs into another pan, making sure they sit just right so they’re the way Javi likes them: fried. You sprinkle them with salt and pepper, humming to the radio as you cook.

The sizzling bacon makes Javier’s stomach grumble. The toast isn’t even that warm anymore, but the carby goodness fills Javi’s mouth and suddenly he’s never felt so ravenous. The two pieces of buttered toast are devoured in a heartbeat.

Bringing him a mug, you pour some coffee and his favorite creamer in. “You’d better tip me later,” you tease him with a wink as you return to the stove, flipping the bacon and putting some onto a plate.

“I will tip you anything you want, I swear,” he murmurs before sipping at the ceramic mug, the warm coffee going down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, warming him from the inside out. The A/C blasts in the apartment, making his dripping hair feel even colder.

In yet another pan, you start pouring the premade pancake mix you’d prepared before he got home. “All of this and the sun is barely up,” He muses, wandering to the other side of the counter and stealing a strip of bacon.

“Quit,” you whine and smack his hand, making the bacon fall back onto the plate. “Your order isn’t ready yet, sir. Stop harassing the cook.” When his arms wrap around you, your defenses fall. “Go sit down,” you say weakly as he kisses your neck.

At least he obeys. Javier sits in his chair and watches you intently, downing his coffee in a short amount of time.

Finally, the feast all comes together, and you present it to Javier on a large plate: bacon, fried eggs, fruit (which you know he won’t eat, but it’s worth a shot), and heart-shaped pancakes. “I wanted to make a pistol, but I’m not super artistic,” you chuckle as you refer to the fluffy cakes on the plate.

Javier shakes his head but smiles. “Thank you, dulzura,” he manages out before he digs in, devouring the plate at a breakneck speed. You’re content to watch, standing across from him. You go to refill his coffee and come back to find the pancakes completely gone.

It doesn’t take much time at all before the plate is wiped clean, the entire thing in Javier’s stomach. Food has never been the biggest concern for him; he skips meals often for work, and you suspect he hasn’t done much more than snack here or there over the past week. His eyes droop even further now that he has a full stomach, and it warms your heart. You’ve got your husband cleaned and fed; now all you need is one last step before you have your beloved Javi back.

“Alright, handsome,” you smile as you drape your arms across his shoulders. “Nap time.”

He can’t deny that. He stands, letting your arms fall off his shoulders. He pulls you around to his front and wraps his arms around you; you know what comes next in this routine. Your feet slide on top of his and Javier walks the two of you to the bedroom, you backwards and being led by him. Javier is not an overly affectionate man: kisses and sex, primarily, hugs if one of you really needs it. This is his one little act he insists on, since you don’t let him carry you.

As you waddle along, you kiss along Javier’s jaw, giving him all of the affection he missed out on in the past week. When you finally enter your bedroom, you stop as you feel the backs of your calves against the bed. You know this routine all too well. It’s usually reserved for when Javier can’t get his hands off of you, when you desperately need him on top of you, surrounding you, kissing your neck. “Wait,” you murmur and step off of his feet, going to pull back the covers.

You return to the end of the bed, standing on top of his feet again. “There,” you say with a grin, and Javi has no choice but to grin back then kiss you. “Okay, continue.”

Then your routine resumes: you fall backwards onto the bed and Javier falls on top of you. You both grunt with the impact but you smile, wrapping one arm around Javi while the other grabs the sheets and blankets and pulls them over the both of you.

Javi’s cheek is nestled against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, his eyes already shut. “Real cute. Get off of me now,” you tease and nudge his side.

His body beneath yours is all he’s needed, all he’s dreamt about while half-consciously dreaming on the apartment couch. He can feel your chest rise and fall, his head going with it. “No,” he simply mutters, his face squished against the skin encasing your beating heart. “M’comftrble.”

You can’t deny him that, you chuckle, your hands reaching down to entangle your fingers in his dark brown hair, nearly black from the dampness it holds. “Fine,” you sigh, whispering the word to him. “I love you so much, Javi. Missed you. Missed my man.”

“Missed you too, dulzura,” Javi mumbles back, but it’s clear he’s almost already out.

“How long were you up, minus that nap, Javi?” You ask.

He thinks on it for a minute, and you think he might’ve fallen asleep until he responds. “36.”

“Hours?” you exclaim quietly, massaging his scalp. “Baby.”

“I know. Had’ta.”

“Well, you can sleep as long as you need to now, love,” you murmur and kiss his forehead. He makes a soft noise of disapproval. “Just a nap. Wake me in like an hour.”

“Okay,” you lie, knowing you’ll let him sleep as long as his body needs it. “Rest now, baby.”

Javier nods and you exhale deeply, holding his head to your chest. He’s back now, your husband, and you know he’s safe, know he’s healthy and well taken-care of: you did it yourself. His breathing slows. You can feel it against your chest, the way the steady rise and fall becomes slower and slower and you know you’ve won when you hear a soft snore, his parted lips smashed against your chest.

You stay like that for a while, Javier lying on top of you and resting. It’s a comfort to have him pressed against you, to feel your husband’s body and know that he’s here. It’s even better to know he’s resting well, deeply, from the way he slumbers against your body. You intermittently kiss his head, continuing to rub his head in hopes it’ll loosen the tension he’ll surely have when he wakes.

About an hour passes, and you find yourself drowsier and drowsier as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky. Scooting out from beneath Javier, you replace your chest with a pillow to support his face. Rolling him slightly to the side, you cuddle in behind him and spoon him, your arms around him.

The quiet Sunday morning is all too perfect. You drift off too, then wake up an hour or two later and proceed about your household chores. You burn some pretty candles, clean, listen to the radio.

Javier doesn’t wake until 10 P.M. that night, 15 hours after he fell asleep.

Some nap.

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SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN RECRUIT FORM - RHIANNON VASI

(template by @shepherds-of-haven !)

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BIOGRAPHICAL INFO

name + nicknames: rhiannon vasi - rhia (by red, and later the other shepherds), sunshine/frosty/ice-queen (by chase)

titles: captain of the shepherds, the hero of haven, the dragonslayer

callsign: aethereal (possibly glacier)

gender: cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

racial heritage: hunter

age + flower day: 28 years + 12 leph (winter)

height: 5’3” (160cm)

“a female mage with waist-length tousled raven hair and attractive stormy grey eyes. you're wearing your shepherds uniform and sun medallion. you have a streak of white in your hair as a result of your hunter heritage, and your cloak sports a golden eagle clasp.”

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BACKGROUND INFO

weapon: daggers

magic specialization: elementalist (aetherai)

birthplace: maj

education: circle-trained

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MISCELLANEOUS INFO

past jobs: freelance mercenary, bodyguard, library assistant, tavern waitress (that one lasted like, a solid day and a half before she blew up on a rude customer)

likes: fancy cloaks, books, khav, stargazing, sweets & baked goods, picnics, cats, snowy or rainy weather, quiet days, inside jokes, cuddling with her friends & loved ones

dislikes: people prying into her past, pickled vegetables, enclosed and/or crowded spaces, swimming, being Known™ in haven

strengths: magic (both brute force & controlled), knife-fighting, working with children, speed, cleverness, quick-thinking, introspectiveness, honesty

weaknesses: social situations, overly stubborn, past injuries (particularly on her hands) sometimes make it hard to fight physically, brute strength, holds grudges, emotionally repressed + PTSD, has a major guilt complex & will push people away/get herself into dangerous situations to “protect them” (doesn’t consider her own safety to be an important thing, essentially)

hobbies + special skills: wood carving, studying magic/history/astronomy, writing poetry, impressive gambling skills (she’s good at people reading and has a great poker face; she just struggles when she has to like. actually talk LOL)

major arcana: the hermit

dnd morality alignment: chaotic neutral/true neutral; leans towards the good side there, though

meyers-briggs personality type: intj-t

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PERSONALITY

heart of gold / will of iron (it’s a 52-48 split- very close)

rebellious / loyal

independent / social

tactful / straightforward

bold / cautious

charming / stoic / intimidating

witty / sincere

resentful / forgiving

self-preserving / self-sacrificing (rhia claims she’s self-preserving, but she’s really... not)

book-smart / street-smart

one-god / atheist / old faith

bright mind / silver tongue / razor wits / nerves of steel

overall personality: although as a child/teen she was confident and playful, ten years of life alone and on the run have hardened rhia and caused her to retreat into her shell. she’s always been headstrong and stubborn, but now she tends to come across as rather prickly or icy to people she doesn’t know or trust. when you do get to know her though, it’s clear she’s more awkward than intentionally mean, although her personality can still come off as snarky or abrasive when she’s in uncomfortable situations or around unfamiliar faces. rhia can be a bit temperamental at times, but (though she’s convinced otherwise) she’s a good person with a kind heart who’s incredibly protective of those she cares about, no matter how much she may try to deny or bury it- she never asked for the powers to save the world, but she’ll be damned if she won’t do it... regardless of the cost to herself. she blames herself entirely for the loss of her village and is terrified of hurting the people she loves like that again, but joining the shepherds is the biggest catalyst for rhia trying her best to open up once more. though she’s always cared for them in her own way she’s now beginning to truly trust them, and with red around she’s slowly starting to show her softer side again, too.

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RELATIONSHIPS

best friend(s): red antiqua, halek prince, riel syndran, briony stormbreaker, caine

preferred mission partner(s): red, halek, blade (they butt heads, but rhia trusts his work ethic lolol), and ayla or briony. generally a team that she trusts to get stuff done & won’t give her a heart attack (i.e. working with chase or trouble can be fun, but rhia is Stressed)

friendly rival(s): probably chase a little bit, just because they tend to snark at each other a lot. they’re good friends though! she and ayla also get a little competitive since they’re both elementalists, but it’s the type of rivalry that pushes them both to improve.

love interest(s): red antiqua (ex and current)

first kiss scenario: okay but the fact that i could 100% see that being their first kiss as teenagers + a possible first kiss once they get back together... good shit. (and i do have a WIP where rhia gets injured... 🤔)

enemies: ebert, the endarkened, the autarchy, moonsilk (not really she’s just big mad + halek is her bff ajsjjsjsj)

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REFERENCE QUOTES

“she’s got a passion for learning, that one. miss vasi was the best assistant i’ve had in ages, and though i often found her reading on the job she always finished her work. very detail oriented, too, although i do wish she hadn’t left so suddenly. it always did feel like she was running from something.” (- librarian from an unnamed city in Blest)

“rhiannon’s vicious in a fight, i’ll give ‘er that much. she’s not exactly the most chatty o’ folks, but if yer looking for a good bodyguard you ain’t getting’ much better than ‘er.” (- fellow mercenary)

“i think she might hold the record for the shortest amount of time a waitress ever worked here. to be fair, i don’t really blame her for throwing a drink in that man’s face and threatening to shove her foot up his you-know-where when he made that comment, but business is business.” (- owner of an inn in an unnamed city in Blest)

“rhia was always at the top of our class in the circle; she was confident and funny, and even when she got in trouble it was clear the teachers loved her! she was always happy to help anyone with their work, too- or anything really. she was great fun, one of the good ones. i do wonder what happened in those years she was gone though, because seeing her again, it was like she was almost... sad. like a light all burnt out. i hope she’s alright; i’ve been a little worried, and i know red and neon have too. red especially, if you catch my drift.” (-panrachus )

#shepherds of haven #shoh #shepherds of haven mc #shoh oc #shoh recruit form #oc: rhiannon vasi #i’m procrastinating writing again (although i am Almost done with this rhia/red fic i’ve been working on holy shit) #but in any case: rhia has been living in my head rent free and i love this disaster woman <3 #i was too lazy to edit the artbreeder image to add her white streak or beauty marks lolol but it’s fine #i know i’ve done some art & fic with rhia but i don’t think it’s rlly touched on some aspects of her character i’ve been fleshing out? #so a solid intro post felt in order ahshjsjsjsj

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Obi-Wan’s Unusual Behaviors Towards Satine Kryze

Ft. 2am character analysis notes

 Obi-Wan Kenobi is hardly a people-pleaser. In fact, it is speculated in Wild Space that he may never have told a single flattering lie in his entire life. Prime examples of this trait would be in the TCW movie, where he has tea and friendly banter with the enemy general- he even winks at his opponent. He unashamedly flirts with Sith assassin Asajj Ventress multiple times throughout the series- even in front of others. He lets himself lose terribly in a fight during the Kadavo arc to buy Anakin and Ahsoka time, and constantly makes snarky/sarcastic commentary. He can be rather blunt, and isn’t afraid to contradict other people’s ideas, views, or tactics. He does this with Anakin throughout the series, with Count Dooku in the Dooku Captured arc, and even with Captain Tarkin in the Citadel arc. All in all, Obi-Wan is a confident man who doesn’t let the judgments of others affect the way he operates. 

That is, until mid-season two. 

Why, Cinna? You ask, voice full of curiosity. You have no idea where this is going. You’re on the edge of your seat, waiting for me to tell you. Are you ready? Do you wanna know? I’ll give you one hint- I never shut up about her.

Yes ladies and gentleman, I’m talking about Satine Kryze. 

You gasp, shocked. 

When she shows up, Obi-Wan suddenly displays multiple uncharacteristic habits. He constantly touches her, constantly checks to be sure she’s safe- which shows doubts in his own abilities as a protector, and he even seeks affirmations of friendship from her. 

He isn’t afraid to look into her eyes, but is shy at some moments, which we almost never see from him in any situation, ever, unless he’s being touched. See: the moment he’s being hugged by a Talz. 

Examples of his shyness around Satine would be the way he looks down after she teases him about falling and dropping her, or when she comments about his beard ‘hiding too much of his handsome face.’ He doesn’t instantly make a snarky or light-hearted comment back to her gentle teasing here like he normally would, instead he asks her seriously why she doesn’t like it. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

Although I would like to note he never truly looses his Obi-Wan characteristics here- he doesn’t shave after she makes the comment, but his questions show that he cares not just about what she thinks of him as a person, but physically as well. 

This adds a softer, sweeter side to the Jedi Master/ my husband, and is an indicator of a difference to all of his other relationships. Upon further analyzation, I have broken Obi-Wan’s stages of relationships into six stages of companionship.

Stage 1- Puts up walls, distant, stiff, snarky/witty, deflective, non-emotional, sometimes chiding. An example of someone in this category might be Sugi, from the Trouble on Felucia arc. (although I mean there is some sexual tension there, its probably because shes also played by Anna Graves who plays Satine, but-)

Stage 2- Friendly, cheerful, lets his guard down a little. Dex would probably fall under this section.

Stage 3- Still a little distant but will show he cares about you in some ways. Will defend you. This is probably where all his work friends go- Yoda, Mace, etc.

Stage 4- Listens to you, checks on you, jokes with you, will give you advice. Ahsoka is a good example of someone in this category. 

Stage 5- Basically Anakin. Will confess his flaws and internal struggles.

Stage 6- Satine Kryze. Cares about what you think. Probably thinks about making out with you a lot.

Now there is another important component of their relationship to discuss- their PDONAs, or public displays of non-affection. 

The over-the-top argument on The Coronet in front of the senators is a perfect example of this. While Obitine may butt heads on occasion alone, their squabbles are usually tedious and are centered around one thing: tension.

Whether it’s the tension of a dangerous situation, physical attraction, or things left unsaid, they take every opportunity to deny their tensions to both one other and themselves. This of course is aided by their intellectual and stubborn personalities, however their private disagreements are a lot more about their concern for one another than they are grandiose like the aforementioned Coronet argument. A good example of this is when Obi-Wan responds to Satine’s comment on him hurting people by fretting:

“You don’t seem troubled that I could’ve been killed back there.”

Obi-Wan could have said so many different things to counter what Satine said, like ‘Would you have preferred I stood by while they ground me/you to bits?’ But no, instead he very directly asks the question, ‘don’t you care about me?’

This is the heart of their personal arguments. However in public, not only are they trying to convince themselves they aren’t in love- they also have an audience. And since they are both stubborn, passionate, and very extra, things explode. 

Obi-Wan isn’t really disputing Satine’s beliefs- he’s known about her political views since they were young. So the argument they’re having only makes sense to me as a young Obitine argument. No, he’s convincing those around him that he could never be with her because they have different interests. 

Satine doesn’t think Obi-Wan is war-hungry, she knows that he’s almost as dedicated to peace as she is, and she’s intelligent enough to understand he just has a different opinion on how peace is achieved in the first place. So when she is accusing him of such things, she is attempting to erase their history and understanding so that their audience won’t know what is going on between them or what went on between them. 

In that episode (Voyage of Temptation) the inner turmoil felt by both Obi-Wan and Satine is palpable, and driven by the rekindled emotions which were never properly burnt out- only unhealthily buried by two emotionally constipated and overly-responsible young people. 

Their desires are coming to the surface after all these years of repression faster than either of them knows how to deal with. So, they attempt old methods of burying their emotions from when they were apart- i.e. convincing themselves they are too different, they have different goals, one of them is incompetent, etc. Except no it’s not just themselves they are dealing with, and the truth is in front of their faces so it’s harder to deny their chemistry and compatibility. 

This eventually dissolves into Obi-Wan becoming more physical with Satine, constantly needing to be around her and not being able to get her out of his mind. 

He is seen watching her defend her world when he’s admitted to disliking politics and has different views. He attempts to comfort her afterwards, even running to catch up with her and grabbing her arm, then later attempting to grab her hand. He seeks her out after she’s been avoiding him to make sure she’s okay and when she says she “didn’t want to worry him,” he replies, “on that count, I’m afraid you failed spectacularly.” 

He doesn’t say, ‘Well, I was,’ or even ‘on that count, you failed.’ 

No, he adds spectacularly, which shows that most likely all he’s been doing is worrying about her. He grabs her by the shoulders and leans his face in way too unnecessarily close just to talk with her.  

He’s shown gazing out the window worriedly while Satine is on the run. He stares at her (which is technically putting her in more danger the longer he waits!) just to watch her and how good she looks in her disguise. He even smiles like a fool at her. He only comes to his senses when police pass by. He sits with his hands close to hers and then when he’s about to enter the senate building he looks back to make sure she’s okay. 

They both touch each other like crazy in every episode, and as I mentioned before, Obi-Wan has expressed how uncomfortable he is with physicality, which shows how comfortable and trusting he is around and of Satine. 

In conclusion: Obi-Wan is soft for Satine.

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No Clue (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

PROMPT: Y/N and Bucky hate each other. Nobody knows why. Whenever someone asks, the pair just say, “I have my reasons.” Some think that something happened between them when Bucky was in hiding. Some think that Bucky did something to Y/N when he was the Winter Soldier. Some think that there’s no actual reason- they simply hate each other.

MASTERLIST

-

There was an ongoing bet in the Tower. What was the real reason as to why you and Bucky hate each other? The problem is, nobody really knew exactly why you two did. It was like an unspoken truth that you both kept to yourselves and promised to take to the grave. The only thing people knew about you two was that you knew each other before you both joined the team. But of course, everyone on the team had their own experience with Bucky and yourself, individually, more so terrible and potentially life-threatening experiences over a pleasant ones. 

“Can you not fight in front of the food?” Nat rolled her eyes, taking another spoonful of cereal to her mouth. “Your energy is upsetting me.”

“It’s not my fault Barnes doesn’t know how to say excuse me.”

“Who the fuck stops in the middle of the hallway?” Bucky hissed. “Like seriously? Who walks then just stops?”

“Who the fuck doesn’t look at where they’re going?”

“Again, your energy is upsetting me.” Nat said again, this time her tone harsher. “Stop bickering.”

“He started it.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did no-”

“I give up.”Nat stood up, taking her bowl of cereal with her to her own room. 

Bucky stared at you from across the table, his eyes burning holes through your skull. His nostrils were flared and you could see exactly where the coffee stain hit his white shirt. “So you’re not even gonna apologize for spilling coffee on me?”

You didn’t mean to make him spill his coffee. He ran into you, not the other way around. “I didn’t do shit to you, Barnes.”

“You spilled my coffee on me!” He exclaimed, waving his arms up and down to emphasize the stained state of his shirt. “And it was hot too. It burned me.”

“That sucks.”

Bucky sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “You’re such a bitch, Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

He shook his head one more time before picking up his half-empty coffee mug and walking out of the dining room. You giggled under your breath, loving the way you were able to piss him off with the smallest things. He was so fun to mess with.

You can’t lie. Sometimes you purposely did things just to piss him off. What can you say? It was funny. Bucky always reacted so dramatically whenever you were involved and it was more fun pushing his buttons than doing the paperwork you were meant to be doing. You had a way of getting under his skin. You were the only one that had that effect on him so naturally, you took advantage of it. 

Bucky’s skin got irritated by this one brand of dryer sheets. He’d break out in small patches of rashes and he would always end up having to go get medical ointment to calm his skin down. Bucky was shy as is, so him, a 100+ year old super-soldier, chunky and built, having to make himself as small as possible to go unnoticed to buy some ointment was the highlight of your long, long days as an Avenger. So of course, whenever you did the shopping, you made sure to pick up that exact brand just to make him take that humiliating trip.

He also hated Strawberry jam, stating that it was too sweet for his tastebuds. You’d joke about how he probably had diabetes because of his old age- to which he would reply with his own witty comment. Just to spite him, you always picked up Strawberry jam, even if you were a Grape jam lover yourself. He would curse you, irritated that he wasn’t able to have his PB&J sandwiches because of your practical joke. The man was attached to the snack, it was borderline unhealthy. 

But, as fate has it, he was also the only one who had that effect on you, too. Just as much as you bothered him, he bothered you. He would purposely embarrass you in front of important people and find ways to make your life just that bit harder so he could have the final laugh. 

You were the only one in the team who drank almond milk, not being able to stand the taste of regular cow milk, so whenever Steve went grocery shopping, he always made sure to buy you a carton for yourself. And low and behold, you would drag yourself out of bed at around 11AM to make yourself some breakfast and you’d find Bucky in the middle of the kitchen, a smirk on his stupid face while he drinks out of the carton of your almond milk. 

You’d start yelling at him, calling him an asshole, a dick, and just about every name in the book. Steve would come rushing in, worried at all the commotion just to walk away disappointed because you and Bucky would be arguing again. Steve would just slide you a $5 bill to buy yourself another carton of milk, just for the same thing to happen the next day. 

You and Bucky had a special relationship, indeed. And only the two of you understood it.

- 

“Sam,” You laughed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Give it up. I’m not telling you.”

“Come on, Y/N,” He whined, trailing behind you as you walked out of the training room. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“I am not telling you why I hate Bucky.”

This was a phrase you grew to memorize. It seemed like everyday someone from the team would practically beg you to tell them exactly why you hated Bucky. You were sure that they also bothered Bucky with their annoyances after they bombarded you. Thankfully, Bucky was smart enough, shocking to you, to not tell them a thing either. The team was frustrated at your stubbornness, wanting nothing else but to know what lies behind the mutual hate and absolute resentment for one another. 

You bid Sam a farewell and walked to your room, ready to take a shower. You looked down at your bruised knee from a mission for one second, not realizing someone was in the middle of the hallway to your room. You looked up to apologize but your sympathetic smile quickly turned into a scowl when you realized who it was. Bucky. “Get out of my way.”

“It’s not fun when you’re on the other side, huh?” Bucky smirked, referring to your encounter in the morning. “Now imagine getting burned by scalding coffee with that too.”

“Did you seriously wait in the hallway just for me to bump into you?” You tried to shove past him. His hard chest made that difficult. His feet were planted on the ground he stood on, not showing any signs of leaving any time soon. “You don’t have anything better to do?”

“I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Fuck off.”

“I actually had something to tell you, if you would just shut your pretty little mouth for one second and let me talk.” You could practically feel his smugness. It was dripping off his voice like sweet, poisonous honey. “We have that mission together tomorrow. Or did you forget?”

“I’m a professional, Barnes. I don’t forget.” You replied, you took a sip from your water bottle, nearly moaning at the refreshing feeling of the cold drink. “I don’t get why they choose to pair us up knowing we don’t like each other.”

He finally moved out of the way, leaning against the wall to let you pass. “They know we work well together.” 

That was true.

Despite the way you two were at each other’s throats all the time, no pair could ever accomplish a mission as efficiently and flawlessly as you and Bucky. You shrugged before walking away from him, disappearing into the dark hallway, but not before you raised a finger up in the air for him to see. 

And yes, it was that finger.

Bucky chuckled when he saw you raise your hand to flip him off. You were truly something. He was about to retreat to his own room for the night when Sam saw him, running towards him excitedly. Oh, great, Bucky thought, here we go again. 

“Buck nasty,” Sam started, cocking an eyebrow. “Will today be the day when you finally tell me the history between you and Y/N?”

“Not a chance, Wilson.”

“What the hell is wrong with the two of you?” Sam groaned, punching Bucky’s metal arm in absolute annoyance. “For two people who hate each other, you two seem to have a mutual trust pumping through your veins. You remain loyal to each other over the rest of the team.”

“What can I say? Me and Y/N are an unusual pair.”

“You two are the devil’s incarnates.”

Bucky just laughed at the comment, silently agreeing. There was something devilish about the way the two of you kept your secret between just the two of you. There was a rush, like you were in on a secret that would blow the team’s minds. Quite frankly, if they knew why the two of you despised each other, they would be shocked. Or maybe they wouldn’t. Sometimes Bucky thought that the reason was so obvious, basic even, but other times he laughed silently at the reactions the team might have upon finding out. Such a shame that he’ll never know if they’ll actually respond as he imagined because the team would never find out about the truth.

-

“Okay, now that they’re off on a mission, any updates?” Tony asked, looking around the room. 

It became a tradition in the tower to hold these meetings whenever you and Bucky were off to a mission. The team did their own individual research about your past lives and reported back to the team before you two got back home. Sure, maybe, it was a bit overboard for them to basically hold a town-hall meeting just to find out information that they truly had no business even looking into, but what were they meant to do? You and Bucky both had hard exteriors that nobody could ever crack. 

Even Steve, Bucky’s oldest pal, was left in the dark by his best friend. Every time Steve brought you up, Bucky would just get up and walk away. Even when they were in potentially dangerous situations, midst missions and all. 

There was a time when Bucky and Steve went to Russia to capture a HYDRA agent. They hid behind a shipping container for a few minutes to get some protection before running back into the field of gunfire. Steve thought that there was no way Bucky could avoid answering the question now. But he was mistaken.

“So Buck,” Steve started, checking the surroundings to make sure they were safe for the time being. “What’s the story between you and Y/N?”

Steve stared at Bucky long enough to see the brunette roll his eyes. Steve heard some shuffling behind him so he turned to look, only to find nothing. When he turned around to face Bucky, he had already emerged from behind the shipping container into the open space, blocking bullets with his arm. 

Steve sighed, “If you didn’t wanna answer, you could’ve just said that, Buck.”

Because of that story, the team understood just what great lengths the both of you would go through just to avoid answering the question. So since neither of you would ever give them the time of day, they had to do their own research.

“Nada for me,” Nat groaned, throwing a stack of papers that lead to a dead-end onto the coffee table. “It was like Y/N was a ghost story, just like the Winter Soldier.”

“Okay, whatever they’re hiding might just be the cause of the possible end of the world because this is just ridiculous.” Sam stated, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Why are they so adamant about not telling us why they hate each other?”

“Who knows?” Wanda chipped in, shrugging and returning her attention back to her phone. She was one of the few who completely gave up on trying to figure things out, following Steve. She accepted defeat, realizing that the two assassins simply did not like each other. It never bothered her personally so she let it go. “Why are we still trying to figure this out? It’s been months. I say we give it a rest.”

“I agree.” Steve replied, nodding towards Wanda’s direction. “It’s their business, guys.”

-

You leaned back on the back seat, chest rising up and down, a bead of sweat rolling off your temple. You shifted your leg to get more comfortable in the small space in the car. You looked over your shoulder to look at him, a smirk displayed on his face as his breathing mimicked yours. 

“You good?” You asked, giggling after catching your breath. 

“Perfect,” Bucky nodded, reaching over your waist to pull you closer to his body. “Always so good with you.”

You playfully shoved him off, starting to clean yourself up. You would never admit it to him but you always loved to relish these short, yet sweet, moments that you two shared. Your shirt was on the floor, next to his pants and your hair was in disarray. The windows were fogged and the car smelled distinctly of sex and fresh pine, the car freshener that Bucky picked up in the liquor store on the way home, knowing what will happen next as it always happened after every mission. You looked out the tinted window seeing the outline of the Avengers tower. “How long do you think it will take for them to finally realize we’re fucking?”

You felt him shrug behind your skin. “Who knows? I thought we’d only have to keep this up for a few weeks but it’s been a few months now and they still have no idea.”

“Some Avengers they are.”

Bucky laughed at your comment, leaning over to leave a quick peck on your lips. “Agreed.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #the avengers #the avengers imagine #marvel #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #winter soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier one shot #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine

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presenting the weirdest and crackiest but also fluffiest shit i’ve ever written, i bring you nearly 5k words of riconti snail au snippets. if you haven’t seen @skllyr‘s adorable art about them, you should!

ship: felix x ace warnings: none word count: 4850

Felix X Ace: Love is stored in the snail

Ace Visconti thought he’d seen it all; from lavish spectacles of prestigious poker tournaments to the dangerous underworld he inevitably ended up involved with, and finally to a realm where the laws of nature meant nothing and death wasn’t permanent. But what eventually takes the cake for Weirdest Shit Ace Has Ever Seen isn’t one of the otherworldly monsters hunting him or seeing one of his numerous wounds heal up right before his eyes; it’s a snail. A goddamn snail. It just appears at the campfire one day, sitting on top of a medkit Dwight reaches for and causing the boy to yelp in surprise once he sees the small stowaway. Ace doesn’t quite understand why everyone is suddenly so eager to take a closer look at a random slug instead of hearing one of his exciting and totally-not-embellished stories, but he joins the small commotion forming around the snail nonetheless. And then he suddenly sees why. The snail not only has an eye-catching light blue shell with a gaudy flamingo pattern on it, it’s also dressed up in tiny sunglasses and a baseball cap between its antennas. Ace looks down at his own pastel blue flamingo sweater and fidgets self-consciously with his shades, wondering whether he should bring up the uncanny likeness— “Is it just me, or does the snail look Ace?” Laurie asks, glancing between Ace and the bug with furrowed eyebrows. “No, I… definitely see a resemblance,” Dwight says. “What should we name it?” Claudette asks. “I mean it's a snail that looks like Ace, so… Snace?” Nea suggests. “Snace it is!” Meg decides, snickering at Ace’s misfortune. “I'm glad you're having fun,” Ace snorts, glaring at the snail for stealing his spotlight. The girls hurry to make a home for the snail in the medkit, which Ace finds all kinds of ridiculous. They give it some bandages and twigs to hide and "play" in, whatever the fuck that means for a snail, and Claud gives it edible flowers to nibble on.

Ace tries his best to ignore the snail, but when he gets back from a trial and sees some of the group passing it between their hands and taking turns to hold it, he can’t help watching them. It’s Dwight’s turn now, their leader cradling the snail in his hands and looking way too happy with the situation. “Do you want to try?” Dwight asks, noticing Ace's staring. “Uhh… sure," Ace says, not having the heart to ruin everyone’s good mood. He goes to grab the snail from Dwight's hand, lifting it by the obnoxiously colored shell— “Not like that, you absolute moron!” Jake snaps, slapping Ace's hand away. “You're going to hurt him. You need to slide him off, not lift upwards,” Jake explains, showing how to do it, plopping the snail down on Ace's hand. It's… slimy and kind of gross. The snail seems confused, feeling around with its antennas. And then, it slowly starts to slither forward. “It's kinda cute,” Ace realizes, watching the little snail face with its little shades. It's the coolest snail he's ever seen for sure, but he wouldn't expect anything less from his doppelgänger. “You go, little guy,” Ace encourages the snail, poking it gently on its shell in encouragement. The snail wobbles a bit, and then its tiny face turns to look at Ace, and— “Ew, it pooped on me!” Ace realizes and Dwight chokes on a laugh while Jake smirks smugly and removes Snace from his hand. Ace could just be imagining it, but the snail looks way too pleased with himself.

Other survivors join and, sooner or later, everyone except Ace seems to fall in love with Snace. “He's just like Ace,” their newest teammate, Kate, comments. “What's that supposed to mean, Sunshine?” Ace challenges playfully. “He's a little slimey but everyone still loves him!” Kate smiles brightly and Ace’s witty comeback dies on his tongue at the unexpected heartfelt remark.

And eventually, when their small group has expanded to over twenty people, there's Felix. And no matter how hard he tries, Ace can’t help sneaking glances at the serious German. He’s tall. Blond. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Did he say handsome? Oh, and Felix hates Snace. “This is our pet snail, Snace!” Steve introduces with an excited grin while giving Felix the tour of their modest campgrounds. “A… snail?” Felix frowns. “Yeah! Do you wanna hold him?” Steve asks, already reaching his hand into the medkit. “No!” Felix recoils away, before seeming to collect himself. “I'm, um… not a pet person.” Ace tries (and fails) not to take it personally that Felix finds Snace to be repulsive and will just scoff and roll his eyes whenever the others discuss him. What the hell is his problem, anyway?

And then, something never before seen happens; they get another snail. “Guys!” Cheryl runs into camp, looking out of breath and cradling something in her hands. “Look what I found!” Ace goes to look right along with the others, and in the girl’s hands is a pale snail with a dark blue shell and a pattern resembling a suit collar on its neck. It doesn't have fashionable accessories like Snace, but there’s a tiny briefcase next to it. “Oh my god! He's so cute!” Meg squeals, making the snail retract into its shell in fear. “Aww, he's shy!” Kate coos. “Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Nea suddenly says with a grin, glancing between Felix and the snail. Several heads turn in the German's direction, taking in his dark blue suit and pale complexion. “…What?” Felix asks, just as standoffish as ever. “Snelix!” Nea exclaims proudly. When several others join in to cheer and chant Snelix’s name, Felix just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a gesture that screams "end me".

Everyone is eager to introduce Snelix to Snace, gathering around the medkit, even forcing Felix to watch. “Look, Snace! A new friend!” Cheryl says, gently plopping Snelix down into the medkit. Snace immediately starts slithering toward him, while Snelix just seems confused, rooted in place. “Aww! He's excited!” Dwight smiles. Snace reaches out his snail whiskers in a greeting, and Snelix recoils, slinking a little into his shell. “Oh, he's nervous!” Kate coos. “Don't worry doll, Snace is nice.” As if sensing the woman's words, Snelix cautiously comes out of his shell, hesitantly reaching out an antenna. “There you go, bud!” Ace encourages his snailself. “Take it slow, don't scare him away.” He glances at Felix, standing at the edge of the group with his arms crossed. If only people had it as easy as snails— “Oh, god!” Nancy exclaims in disgust, making Ace look back at the snails. And seeing Snace groping Snelix with his antennas while backing him into a corner. “Hey!” Ace chastices. “What did I just say!?” “Someone save him!” Laurie urges, but it seems Snelix can take care of himself, turning around and slinking up the medkit’s wall. “Aww, he's running away,” Steve pouts. “Good,” Felix huffs quietly from behind the group, and Ace pretends not to hear him. He also pretends that the comment doesn't sting, after trying and failing to get through the German's cold exterior for weeks.

Quentin tries to give Snelix one of his medkits to give him a place to live, but Snelix refuses to go in until it's cleaned up. “What a little snob,” Quentin snorts. “Yeah, how weird is that,” Yui smirks and glances at Felix in a way that’s definitely not subtle. Felix just scoffs and crosses his arms but, thankfully, doesn’t take the bait.

“Guys, I think Snace is depressed,” Meg says one day, looking into the medkit with a frown. “He's not even eating!” Claudette adds worriedly. “Maybe he's dying of old age,” Feng snarks. “I heard that,” Ace shoots back without any real heat. The snail isn't the only one who is feeling under the weather, Felix ignoring him for the last few days taking a toll on his confidence. “What if he misses Snelix?” Cheryl frowns. “Maybe we should try to introduce them again!” Steve exclaims. “No way,” Yui says. “Just because they're both snails doesn't mean they have to be friends.” “Yeah, let's at least give Snelix some time to settle in first,” Jeff suggests.

“Oh shit! Help!” Nea shouts not long after their previous conversation. “What's wrong?” Jane asks worriedly, immediately going into mom-mode. “Snelix is gone!” Nea says, showing them the empty med-kit. Is only takes those three words for the entire camp to erupt into panic. “NOBODY STEP ANYWHERE!” Jane commands. Thus commences the search for Snelix, with everyone participating and even Felix looking surprisingly worried. They eventually find Snelix is Snace's medkit, where they're just sitting next to each other munching on some leaves. “Aww! He walked all the way to his friend!” Kate beams. “Look how cute they are together!” Cheryl smiles. Ace feels his face heating up upon seeing the snails' close proximity. It almost looks like they're sitting next to each other cuddling while sharing a meal. He can't believe Snelix would actually come around, not to mention go through all that trouble to be with Snace. Someone probably put him there, but nobody fesses up. “Are they k-kissing?” Dwight squeaks in surprise when the snails seem to interrupt their meal just long enough to move their tiny whiskers together. “They're snails,” Zarina deadpans. “Most likely just conversing,” Adam adds. “I'm so glad they're getting along now!” Claudette sighs in relief. “Bro… what if we kissed? And we're both snails?” Feng says, propping her elbows up on a tree stump to watch the snails together. “Best snails forever,” Meg grins, joining the gamer. Ace discreetly clears his throat and mentally kicks himself for being jealous of goddamn snails. Even if him and Felix are getting along better day for day, Ace doesn't have any illusions that he’ll ever get to kiss the handsome architect. Still, a man can dream.

The snails seem happy to share a living space together and the next day, Ace even catches Felix observing them curiously. “It's funny how well our snails get along now,” Ace says conversationally, coming up beside Felix. “I'm not that surprised,” Felix says, looking at the snails climbing over each other and seeming to play together. “Looks like he just needed a little push,” Felix says bashfully. And something in Ace's head clicks at the comment. “Were you the one who put him there?” Ace asks, and Felix immediately clears his throat self-consciously. “I just wanted to try it,” Felix explains. “Maybe it would go better, since everything wasn't so new and people weren't staring. And it worked out.” Are… are they still talking about the snails? Or their own, slowly blossoming friendship? “He's been alone for so long,” Felix continues, looking back to the snails now sharing a piece of cucumber. “He deserves to be happy.” Felix smiles an adorable little smile and Ace realizes in just how deep shit he is with his stupid crush on the man. “I've never seen Snace so happy,” Ace agrees. “Just look at his smug little face.” “I thought he always looked happy,” Felix remarks. Ace fights himself for a moment, debating on whether he should be honest or not, or if he's read the situation completely wrong. “Maybe he's never had a real friend before,” Ace says, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Felix glancing at him, but doesn't dare look away from the snails.

And then one day… “Woah—what's wrong with the snails?” Steve calls from the medkit, Claudette immediately rushing closer to check. And then the botanist gasps in shock and everyone else hurries there too. “What happened—oh. Oh,” Quentin says, face flushing red, and Ace peers over the teen's shoulder to… See the snails in the middle of snail sex. “They're fucking,” Nea states matter-of-factly. “Yes Nea we can see that,” Laurie hisses, face pink from embarrassment. “Wot the—they're both blokes, innit?!” David seems confused. “Snails are hermaphrodites,” Adam points out. “Gay snails!” Feng exclaims cheerfully. “It's not gay if they're—” Adam tries again. “If what, they don't make eye contact?” Feng snickers right back. “No, I mean if they have both male and female reproductive organs,” Adam explains, looking embarrassed now. Ace glances at Felix and sees him staring at the snails with his mouth pressed into a thin line. But… he's also blushing. “Gay snails! Gay snails!” Feng, disregarding Adam's explanation, starts chanting. Jane and Laurie eventually have to pull some of the more eager onlookers away by their ears to give the snails some privacy.

One day, Felix returns from a trial and walks to Bill’s spot a little outside camp to return a map he borrowed earlier. He never makes it that far, because he spots Ace out in the woods, looking much more focused than Felix has ever seen as he fiddles with something in his hands. Ace doesn’t even notice him approaching, and Felix takes the opportunity to freely stare at the man who’s been slowly but surely occupying more and more of his thoughts. Ace’s sunglasses are pushed up into his hair and his tongue is poking out in concentration, and it’s completely beyond Felix’s understanding how someone can manage to look both so handsome and utterly ridiculous. “What are you doing?” Felix asks, and Ace’s head instantly snaps up to look at him in surprise. “I’m, uh…” Ace falters for once in his life, lowering his hands to hide whatever he was up to, but Felix catches the glint of something metallic. “Is that a needle? Do you need stitches?” Felix asks, not failing to hide the concern in his voice. “No, I—” Ace starts, but then falters and sighs in defeat. “Promise not to tell anyone.” He doesn’t wait for Felix’s reply before reaching his hand forward, opening his palm to show Felix… A tiny pink baseball cap with a thread and needle attached. “For… Snace?” Felix asks, struggling to take in the information that, somehow, this flamboyant loudmouth is making clothes for his pet snail. “He deserves a proper wardrobe, okay?” Ace huffs jokingly but pulls the project closer to himself defensively. It’s surprisingly… endearing. “I didn’t know you sewed,” Felix says instead of voicing his embarrassing thoughts. “Yeah, well, it comes in handy,” Ace points out. “Can’t tell you how many times I had to patch up a shirt after I barely escaped the cop—uh, competition,” Ace catches himself, grinning sheepishly. Felix raises a curious eyebrow but doesn’t push the topic. Instead, an idea forms in his head that he can’t help expressing. “Could you make a scarf for Snelix?” Felix says, and almost instantly regrets asking after realizing how stupid that sounds. But it makes Ace perk up in interest, and soon a wide grin is spreading over the gambler’s face. “Sure, I can do that!” Ace beams. “Why a scarf, though?” Felix is already opening his mouth to say because he loves scarves, but thankfully is able to stop himself. “They’re stylish,” he says instead. “Well well well, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were starting to like the little slimy bastards,” Ace grins. “They might be growing on me,” Felix admits with just the barest hint of a smirk. Hopefully Ace realizes he doesn’t mean just the snails.

One evening, Ace is sitting by himself, looking at Snace and Snelix living their best life. They eat a little bit of some of the flowers Claudette gave them earlier, before Snelix turns around to leave and Snace immediately follows him. They slither away to a secluded corner, laying next to each other and doing their little snail kisses, until Snelix eventually slumps and flattens to the ground, seeming to fall asleep. Snace sits next to him for a while, before he carefully moves away, slinking back to nom on the flowers. “Putting your boyfriend to sleep, huh?” Ace murmurs quietly, not wanting to wake Snelix. “I'm jealous of your life, buddy.” Snace lifts his head from the flower, his little shades looking Ace's way. “At least one of us got what he wanted. You did good for yourself, high five,” Ace whispers, holding up his finger in front of Snace for shits and giggles. And Snace, the snail that absolutely hates him, lifts one of his antennas and briefly touches his finger in a high five before going back to his meal. “Woah,” Ace breathes, a grin spreading over his face and glancing around camp, wanting to see if anyone was around to witness the event— And his eyes meet Felix's, standing behind him, staring at Ace talking to his snail like an absolute idiot. And probably having heard everything. “It, uh,” Ace starts when Felix isn't saying anything, the German's eyes wide from surprise. “He high-fived me.” “I, er…” Felix stutters in return, before clearing his throat. “I got some moss for them from Red Forest.” “Oh, neat,” Ace comments. “Snelix just fell asleep, but maybe you won’t wake him if you’re careful.” “No, I don't want to disturb them,” Felix says, crouching down next to Ace and placing the moss next to the medkit. They watch the snails in silence, Snace finishing his midnight snack, Ace debating on whether he should bring up the previous conversation or not. “Thank you,” Felix says instead, before Ace can strike up a conversation. “…For what?” “For being patient with me,” Felix murmurs. “I know I can come across as… cold.” Well that's an understatement if Ace has ever heard one. “Hmm, I guess you could say you needed some time to…” Ace says, pausing for comedic effect while he waits for Felix to turn to look at him for the punchline. “Come out of your shell.” Felix huffs a surprised laugh and turns his head away, but not before Ace sees a beautiful smile spreading over his normally serious face. They keep observing the snails, until Snace has finally had enough of the flowers, moving to lay next to Snelix. “Oh, he's awake,” Ace comments, seeing Snelix groggily lift his head toward Snace. He pushes up Snace's shades, dislodging the cap a bit before doing another little snail kiss. “Damn, that's adorable,” Ace grins. And then there's a hand on his temple, and Ace freezes as his shades are gently pushed up into his hair. He turns to look at Felix, heat rising up his neck, feeling vulnerable without the glasses, not able to hide his wide eyes searching Felix's own in a silent question. Felix's face is redder than usual but he looks more unguarded that Ace has ever seen, gaze dropping to Ace's lips while the hand on his forehead moves to cup his jaw. Ace holds his breath, not daring to say anything lest he ruin the mood and permanently mess up his chance with Felix. His thoughts are little more than white noise and excited screeching as he tilts his head up in silent invitation, and that's all it takes for Felix to lean down and claim his lips.

“Snace is getting fat,” Feng comments one day. “What!?” Ace exclaims, offended. “No he’s not!” “Hon, he does look a little… pudgier,” Kate comments. “He’s just… bloated, okay?” Ace insists, huffing defensively. “He’s a fucking fatass,” Feng corrects. “Yeah man, he’s really letting himself go,” Steve agrees with an infuriating smirk. “Okay, rude!” Ace scoffs. “Felix—” he starts, turning to his newly acquired boyfriend for solidarity, but sees the little shit is shaking from quiet laughter instead of being upset on his behalf. “Babe! Don’t tell me you agree with them!” Ace gasps in mock offense, hand over his heart. “Every time I’ve looked at him, he’s eating,” Felix manages to point out between snickers. “Absolutely terrible, the lot of you,” Ace huffs, peering into the medkit where the completely innocent Snace is… Munching on some berries Claudette placed there earlier. “You were saying?” Feng snarks, making Ace shoot a glare her way while Felix is still holding back chuckles.

When Ace gets back from a rather uneventful trial some time later, he notices Jake staring intently into the snails’ medkit. As he walks closer, it becomes apparent that the snails are having sex. “Jake, what the hell are you doing?” Ace asks the survivalist. “They've been at it for hours,” Jake says, face just as neutral as ever and not taking his eyes off the writhing clump of snail. “I'm a little concerned by how much you like watching my snail get laid.” “Nature is lit,” Jake merely offers. So Ace shuts the medkit, feeling weirdly exposed by having his snail’s private life invaded like that. “Give them some privacy, sheesh,” he chastises Jake. “Prude,” the boy snorts.

It’s only a few days before there is another episode of, as Felix likes to call it, snail drama. “Felix!” Ace shouts, making Felix sigh in fond irritation and pause his sorting of their shared stash of items that Ace has left an absolute mess (again). “Yes, love?” he asks, doing his best impression of an exasperated husband despite them only dating for what can't be more than a few weeks. And then he sees Ace's face full of both alarm and excitement, and immediately drops what he was doing. “What's wrong?” he asks, feeling the panic quickly bubbling up. “SNACE IS GIVING BIRTH!” Ace exclaims ten decibels louder than necessary, grabbing a confused Felix by his sleeve and dragging him toward the snails' home. Sure enough, there's a small commotion around the medkit, and when Felix peers into it he can see Snace in the middle of laying eggs, Snelix by his side in solidarity. “Come on dude! Push!” Feng is trying to encourage the snail. “Shh, you're stressing it!” Claudette chastises. “I told you guys he wasn’t fat!” Ace huffs proudly. After ten or so eggs, the process seems to be over, and Snace happily slithers away to go snack on some leaves. “Oh,” Claudette says, bewildered. “What?” Ace says. “I, um,” the botanist falters. “They usually lay about a hundred eggs…” “A hundred?” Ace screeches. “Don't you think ten kids is more than enough?” “Only a small portion of them actually hatch!” Claudette hurries to add. “Maybe he's going through menopause,” Jake, not so helpfully, supplies. “I'm going to smack you,” Ace threatens. Felix just chuckles and lays a hand on Ace’s shoulder to settle him.

Excited about the possibility of baby snails, the survivors take turns watching the eggs for the next few weeks. Eventually, it’s Cheryl who screams: “Guys! An egg is hatching!” Felix rushes to the medkit before anyone else, and in an instant Ace is peering over his shoulder too, both looking at the transparent, tiny antenna pushing out of one of the eggs. Snelix and Snace are right by the eggs, eagerly waiting to meet their offspring. And then the small snail plops completely out and starts wiggling around, and Ace honest to god squeals. “Look, Felix!” he says, tugging on Felix's sleeve. “We're grandparents!” “I'm… not sure that's how it works,” Felix points out, even as he smiles at Snelix petting his child with his antenna. “I'm gonna make so much baby snail clothes for her,” Ace continues with a wide grin, nearly shaking in his shoes in excitement. “'Her'?” Felix asks, and Ace falters. “I'm, uh…” Ace explains, looking away. “You said your kid's a girl, I mean based on the ultrasound before you were taken, so I figured…” Something in Felix's expression softens, touched that Ace would remember something like that. He steals a quick kiss while everyone is preoccupied with staring at the family of snails.

“What should we name their kid?” Jeff ponders a couple weeks later, watching the baby snail climb all over Snace while Snelix anxiously hovers nearby. “Ask the grandpas,” Feng snarks. “Yeah, have you decided on a name yet?” Cheryl asks, looking up at Felix with wide, shimmering eyes. “Err,” Felix says, glancing at Ace for help. Ace grins and discreetly nods toward the eager Cheryl. “Oh,” Felix seems to realize. “Yes, we were considering Ch—ehm, Sneryl.” Cheryl gasps in awe. “She does look like a Sneryl,” Jeff agrees. “What? It doesn't look like any—” Feng starts, but at Jeff's pointed look, thankfully shuts up. “She's the spitting image of a Sneryl!” Ace says, smiling in encouragement. “Really!?” Cheryl asks excitedly, looking between Felix and Ace. “Ah… of course,” Felix says, and then the breath leaves his lungs in a pained “Oof!” as Cheryl rushes in for a hug. “Thank you! I love having my own snail!” Cheryl beams while Felix awkwardly pats her on the head and looks at Ace with an expression that screams 'HELP'.

Seeing Sneryl grow over the following couple of months, Felix takes it upon himself to start building the snails a house out of a commodious toolbox. He might put in way more effort than necessary, making sure to separate different rooms with interior walls and adding corridors to entertain the snails. “Hey handsome, what're you doing?” Ace asks, placing a kiss against his temple as he comes up behind him to see what he’s working on. “I'm building our snails a house," Felix explains. "They have a family now, a cramped old medkit won't do.” Ace stares at him for a moment, and then a wide grin spreads over his face and he suddenly looks like he’s about to combust. “You’re so friggin adorable!” Ace exclaims and pulls him into a hug. And then he refuses to let go, clinging to Felix’s back like a koala while he keeps working on the house, and Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. “…Can you make a poker room for Snace?” Ace asks after having observed his work for a while. “Poker? But they're—” Felix frowns, turning around just enough to see Ace's exaggerated, ridiculous pout. “…Fine. But you're making the furniture.” “You got it, babe!” Ace grins, before seeming to notice something. “Hey, what's that?" he asks, pointing at a drawn square on the side of the toolbox. “Oh. It's going to be a door,” Felix explains. “But what if Sneryl goes out and gets stomped on?” Ace asks worriedly. “I just…” Felix falters. “Thought that maybe they needed some freedom. Especially Snace.” “Huh?” Ace tilts his head in confusion. “He was alone for so long, I… assumed he'd probably get bored of the family life,” Felix says, looking at the ground in thought. He’s embarrassed for bringing up the subject of Ace’s loyalty like this, but once again, the snails are proving a wonderful excuse to talk about topics they otherwise wouldn’t. “That sounds like a load of bullcrap,” Ace grins, making Felix look up at him, still frowning. “I've never seen Snace so happy. He knew what he signed up for and there's no way in hell he's leaving now.” The reassurance feels like a weight lifting off of Felix’s chest, and he can’t stop the smile spreading over his lips. Hesitantly, he grabs Ace’s hand still wrapped around him, and Ace brings them both up to brush his lips over Felix's callused knuckles. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Ace murmurs, the sweet sentiment making warm affection spread through Felix’s entire body. “I, uhm,” Felix blushes, clearing his throat. “Is this a good time to point out I just had the snails crawl over the back of my hand…?” Ace sputters and immediately wipes at his mouth while Felix lets out a few quiet chuckles.

Following the conversation, Felix can’t help but read into Ace’s answer. Especially with the other survivors engaging in another round of the popular “What’s the first thing you’ll do when we escape?” game, Felix finds it difficult to focus on anything other than the possibility of a shared future. So, when he catches Ace alone, he hesitantly brings up the option of the man coming with him to Germany. “I know the possibility of escaping is slim,” Felix babbles nervously after Ace isn’t saying anything, just staring at him curiously. “But I can’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to see where you are—” “Babe,” Ace interrupts, grabbing his arm to ground Felix from his scrambled thoughts, giving him an encouraging smile. “I’d love to.” Felix breathes out a relieved sigh, returning a shaky but happy smile over not getting rejected. And then Ace smirks mischievously and Felix’s instincts scream “Uh-oh”. “On one condition,” Ace adds, holding a finger in front of Felix’s face playfully. “Um… which?” Felix asks, nerves resurfacing. There’s not much that would make him say no, and he hopes he doesn’t have to, willing to make sacrifices for a potential future together. “The snails come with us,” Ace quips sheepishly instead. Felix chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, before pulling Ace in for a soft kiss. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” Felix murmurs against Ace’s lips, silently thanking the two dorky snails that allowed this to happen in the first place.

#dbd fanfic #riconti #dbd crack #dbd #dweetwrites #ace visconti #felix richter #dead by daylight

[fandom-blackhole]

Can I please ask for a Star Wars (prequel and originals please!) I am 18, 5’1, with an athletic build, tanned brown skin, dark brown eyes, and long wavy black hair. I wear black cat eye glasses and a tomboy grunge ish type style. I am straight and an istp with some estp tendencies (esp with my close friends). My pronouns are She/Her. My favorite color is olive/army green, my favorite artist to listen too at the moment is Vixen. I am generally a really chill person and tend to go with the flow. I am a very sarcastic person and have a witty sense of humor. I’m quite the cunning person as well. I tend to thrive on my own and am very much a lone wolf doing what I want when I want. I am quite blunt and won't sugarcoat my opinions. I find it very hard to trust people and will use sarcasm and humor to cover up any feelings. I usually only open up my true feelings if I’ve been friends with you for ages and trust you. I am a little bit of a rebel. When everyone goes right I’ll find some way to make left work. Going off that I am very good at solving problems in the moment (if they’re not emotional). I suck at feelings and emotions. I’m quite detached in that way. I do however have a VERY soft spot for the underdog and will always help and boost them up. I’ve been told they’re my one weakness to soften me. I’m a digital artist, with a passion for video game design, and visual effects. I adore anything to do with art and technology. I’m also quite the sci-fi geek with a vivid obsession with Doctor Who, Star Trek and Star Wars. I also adore working out, especially kickboxing and weight lifting. To finish it off, after going through your blog I ship you with Din Djarin. I feel like you’d work well with your soft spot for children. He’d also be super intrigued by your hobbies. Hope this works and isn’t too much! Thanks!!!

Hello and thank you for sending in a ship request!

For the Prequels I ship you with Anakin Skywalker!

Your chill go with the flow personality is definitely something Anakin needs in his life, especially with just how much he throws himself into danger. He just needs a someone calm, stable, and level headed in his life because his life has been anything but since day one. Anakin grew up with Obi wan as his mentor so I don't think I really need to tell you that he loves a good natured wit and sarcasm battle, especially when the other person is on par with him. Anakin loves how cunning and smart you are and just how well you work through problems, especially when you come up with unique solutions that hadn't even crossed his mind. For that reason alone I think he will drag you into planning meetings even if they are confidential, just so he can have your input on things, plus since when has he ever followed rules lol. Anakin will always pout about you choosing the underdogs to route for  because he is anything but being the 'chosen one' and all. As for you not being good with emotions, well neither is Anakin, but I think we can all agree after watching him with Padme that he knows what he wants and when he wants it, so the second he feels something for you, be prepared for the cheesy lines, even the one about sand! Lastly, Anakin loves that you are a graphic designer and he will sometimes come to you when he is designing a new lightsaber because he, uh, misplaced the last one, he just likes hearing your input and opinions.

As for the OGs, I ship you with Boba Fett!

So yes I know Boba is technically a bucket boi, but I think you would mesh really well with more Empire era Boba. Boba during this time I feel was more cynical and appreciates someone who can think on their feet  and knows how to just move with what is going on around them, especially with a lone wolf mentality. Boba will watch you from afar and take in and note your skills for awhile before he even acknowledges you, and even then it might just be a nod in your direction. When he finally comes up to you it would be to simply ask if you would like to team up on a bounty or hunt of some sort. After realizing how well the two of you work together he will ask you to work with him full time. As the two of you work together more, Boba will open up and show off his sarcastic side and he will match you at every turn with his own comments. Boba finds it funny when you bluntly tell people things, especially if it isn't something they want to hear. Boba does and will roll his eyes at you need to route for the underdog in any given situation, but he does honestly find it kind of cute. Boba is VERY much emotionally constipated with all the trauma he has gone through at a young age, so the two of you might end up dancing around your feelings for awhile until one or both of you break.

Thank you for the ship! And I gotta say, Din would have to be prepared for me trying to steal Grogu, because he is my child lol, to the point that he would date me just so I would stop lmao

(15/20)

#500 followers #ships #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader

[today-only-happens-once]

Tropes + Sides Pairings I Love

I already have said some of these but I’mma put them all in the same place.

Magical!Exhaustion + Virgil

Desperate sword fighting to protect someone + Roman

Logan + doing something that is more dangerous than the others realize but Logan knows exactly how dangerous it is which is why he doesn’t want the others to do it 

Hiding injuries + Roman

Pushing the one you want to protect behind you + Any of Them

Surprisingly good at a skill that seems unfitting for the character + Patton

Witty quips during a fight + Virgil

Holding a very emotional character back from danger/someone by hugging them and not letting go + Patton

Defending a character by complimenting them without realizing that the character can hear + Any of Them

Being mind-controlled but your loved ones are doing everything they can to not hurt you as they try to snap you out of it + Virgil

Making a lighthearted comment to ease the fear in someone else’s eyes even though they’re in a Very Bad Situation + Roman

confessing things while feverish + Virgil, also Logan

Pent up emotions finally cracking + Logan

“If you wanna get to them, you’re gonna have to go through me + either Virgil or Roman

recognizing that a character is Not Okay Emotionally and calling them on it but in like, a v gentle way + Patton

Collapsing and being barely-caught by another + Virgil

Grounding someone who is freaked out + Logan

having your fears and pain put on display in front of the people you love despite you trying to hide it from them + Patton

Burst magic born out of of righteous anger after a loved one gets hurt + Virgil 

Runs themselves straight into the ground trying to take care of others when a character is ill/unconcious/etc. because they’re afraid of their feelings catching up to them + Logan

#this got long woops #sanders sides #tropes #feel free to use these as prompts if you'd like #but i am not accepting prompts #im just yeeting this list onto tumblr #tw angst #tw injury #tw peril #tw passing out #lemme know if i need more tags here

[nightwingshero]

For the Writing Meta Asks 1, 6, 7, 10, and 20?

Thank you!!! Under the cut because this got way too long. 

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I am currently working on a few scenes of Blair’s canon! One where she goes supernova, one where she first joined the Legends, and the other is when Jax is seriously hurt and they capture Vandal Savage. I love her interacting with Martin, Jax, and Ray. But also her, Leonard, and Mick can be a lot of fun too. It’s like writing the nice fun part of a horror movie or a drama before everything goes really really bad. Blair’s canon is up and down, and sure, she’s witnessed some bad stuff, but Leonard disappearing is just the first of the losses she suffers. But I’m almost done with the supernova piece! So that’s exciting! 

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I have so many, honestly. But so far its Blair, Veronica (Batman OC), Emma (CoD OC), Wren, Whitney, Quinn, and Dahlia. Dahlia is just...she’s something else, let me tell you. That mouth of hers and that pride? Gets her in trouble a lot, but she’s so cunning, and so very close to the Shelby boys, she’s just so much fun. Especially when she has Rosie! Wren is fun because she’s so grey of a character, so complex and very very emotional. Wren is a part of probably some of my best writing. Emma is fun because she’s such a hardass Marine and takes no shit. She’s my first OC ever, and she does what’s right no matter the cost. Writing her with Roach, Yuri, and Nikolai is just...a ride, for sure. Veronica is fun mostly because I love DC and the Batfamily. I’ve always wanted an OC that worked closely with Selina Kyle, and I have it. Luckily, I can also use her in Young Justice with @water-writings oc from time to time, because it gets interesting. Whit is fun to write because she’s so different from what I’m used to writing. But her arc is a favorite of mine, and I love her growth, especially when she kills her husband. Quinn...is an overly confident and witty character that drives Wren nuts for more than one reason. But I love it because he ties in Miller from Jacob’s story, and mixes things up a bit. He’s honestly a strong, brave character that I wasn’t expecting. Plus, he’s part Russian, and I love writing when his accent slips a bit! 

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

Oh, I have no idea. I have been told by some people that my description and show of emotion with my writing is really noticeable, some have even made the comment of it being like a scene from a movie? Because it plays out perfectly in their mind or whatnot. And I think I would say that’s accurate, and whether other people agree or not, I’m not sure. I think I focus a lot on the details to make it feel real, like you’re actually there, or you’re experiencing it right alongside my characters. I want it to feel real enough for you to connect and appreciate, if that makes sense? I do first person 99% of the time, but take a moment to make the observations that make it feel somewhat third person--just taking note of possible emotions and thoughts of others without fully knowing it that is what they’re thinking. I try to get enough detail in there to show it, but I try to also make it vague. It’s honestly a good read of the room, and the observations of the scene is always different for each character. For example, if in a dark bedroom, Wren would notice the moonlight streaming through the curtains, while Whitney would notice the type of curtain is it, and Blair would be looking at something completely different (I mean, she’s a space person, so in any normal situation probably the moon, but not in this example), like looking for a light or something to make the dark room not dark anymore. Different characters call for different observations and a different feel when being written. 

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Chaotic and torturously detail-oriented. I normally write in order, but as of the past year, I’ve done things out of order, and I jump with wherever my inspiration takes me. I take note of every detail I can for a scene, not too much to overwhelm, but enough to make it feel real...and this is embarrassing to admit, but uh...whenever there’s a scene that my character is going to be in, I go back and rewatch it for the correct dialogue, reactions, and details of movement and what actually happens in that scene. Like, the arrest of Joseph Seed, I had to make sure the wording was correct and that I had his movements timed perfectly because I am one of those people that has to have everything perfect. Luckily, I don’t have to do this too often with some of the fandoms I write in. Its the Arrowverse and Peaky Blinders that makes it more of a hassle, because there are key episodes and key scenes that are vital for Blair (Kinsley, Carmen, and Gabriel too) and Dahlia in those shows that I have to go back and capture. I just like to be thorough when I write canon scenes like that. Any other time, I’m throwing on the OC’s playlist and listening to the right songs that capture the mood I’m looking for, and go from there. Much like Blair’s supernova piece. I threw her playlist on shuffle and went for it. 

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Okay, this is a dangerous question for me, I could go on forever. When it comes to symbolism, Whitney and Wren all day, for sure, are my favorites. Most of my symbolism for them derives from Greek mythology, Wren being Nemesis reincarnate, her being the Judge (hence my icon), the gold apple (which also ties in for Whitney as well), Whit being the Mother of Eden’s Gate and her ties to Hera, just...lots and lots of Greek mythology. There are some biblical ties there as well, but more for Whitney than Wren, and not very many. I’m always throwing in callbacks and foreshadowing in my writing though, I can’t resist. Blair once calling Leonard “Frosty the Snowman” as a joke? Yeah, that hits heavy when he “dies” and loses his memories. My writing is usually laden those, and none immediately come to mind (they will after I post this, just you watch), and it’s fun because there’s like...a moment when you’re like “hmmm, interesting”, only for it to come back a chapter or two later and make you go “omfg!!!! that’s the thing!!!” or just a callback that makes you smile, because who doesn’t love a good reference? I love them, so I throw them in where they fit. That’s a consistent throughout my writing, no matter the character or story, because there’s always something. Now, as for character and relationship development? I always get excited when I watch relationships develop, and there are always subtle but vital moments that you pick up on. Wren staying more with John, Leonard being more protective and close with Blair, Alfie taking more of an interest in Dahlia and spending more personal time with her, like...it’s the little things that shift and change. The character development is more fun for me and more personal, because it’s like investing all this time in making a plant grow, and watching proudly as it blooms. Some are more subtle than others, Wren growing more and more grey and her becoming the bad guy when you don’t really see it until it happens, Dahlia’s values shifting and changing. While others are more obvious, like Blair’s trauma affecting her and her growing as she harnesses her powers and becomes stronger. Everything I do, everything I build and create, is put together with great care and planning. Most, if not all, things happen for a reason, especially with meaning and symbolism. Sometimes I worry I go overboard, to be honest. 

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[okayoonoh]

HENDERY’S FAMILY

a/n: i honestly can’t believe that i’m almost done with the first part of the series! thank you for sticking with me and i hope you continue to as i still have a ton of ideas for more scenarios and all that good jazz!

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WONG KUNHENG

he has 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy. his son is the middle child. wong xiuying is his oldest daughter, 3 years later, his son wong mochou was born and 3 years after that, his youngest daughter wong zhangjing was born. 

WONG XIUYING: >> as a baby <<

i know i have probably said this about ever baby girl

but she’s a princess

i definitely feel like hendery would be an amazing girl dad

like he has a lot of sisters

so i feel like he really understands girls well

and he would show that with his daughter

i def feel like no matter how prepared he thinks he is as dad, he manages to mess up but make everything so funny

like the first time he changed her diaper?

he made you laugh so hard, post labor you had to change your pants (that seems like a tmi pero giRLS CHILD LABOR IS NOT PRETTY AND IT’S DEF NOT OVER AFTER THE BABY. YOU DEAL WITH STUFF FOR MONTHS AFTER)

and that was gross talk with amy time™ lol

anyway

out of all of the babies, xiuying is the giggliest

like i feel like even when she cries, she’ll giggle

for some reason, when she just looks at her dad, she just starts laughing lol

and like even when she cries, if she sees hendery, she’ll just laugh

i feel like hendery is one of the best uncles

like all of the kids love him

and its the same especially when it came to his daughter

there honestly would not be a day without laughter

like xiuying would manage to make you laugh

hendery would manage to make you laugh

your household is just full of giggles even before xiuying could properly talk

pero, back to the princess thing

like she was such a gorgeous baby

she inherited hendery’s HUGE eyes

and whenever she giggled and smiled

oh man

like she was just so beautiful

like she’s just naturally so pretty

she has the prettiest smile too

like there was just so much happy and joy in your life because she was there

hendery would just be so happy around her

like he could be super duper tired from tour or from practice

like really exhausted

but the second he sees xiuying

oh man

his energy is instantly restored

just knowing his happy daughter is there, all of his energy is back

hendery is there for everything tho

like he’ll stay by her even when she’s crying like there’s no tomorrow

regardless of how exhausted he is, he’ll do everything for his little girl

>> as a child <<

she’s still so pretty

like she’s in so many dramas and commercials and ads and everything lmao

she’s so iconic tho

like she’s so funny

she inherited hendery’s funny bone

tbh all of the kids did

pero yeah

everyone always think she’s like a docile little thing

buT LMAO SHE’LL SHOW THEM REAL QUICK

WHAT AN AMAZING SENSE OF HUMOR THAT SHE HAS

SHE’S REALLY SO FUNNY THO 

like she really is

she’s so witty 

and her reactions are the best

even tho she’s in dramas and such, she laughs really easily

they really do get frustrated with her doe

but she makes it up bc the end product is really really good

she’s straight up a crackhead tho lbr

she can out hendery the man himself

like maybe a younger hendery could keep up with her

but as hendery gets older and he has more than just xiuying

poor thing is starting to get pooped lol

she’s best friends with xiaojun’s oldest son, xiao zhangwei

like zhangwei loves to sing and won’t stop singing

and she can just keep up with him

like he’ll just be singing ever song he knows

and she’ll be in the back with a tambourine lol

she just vibes so well with zhangwei

but whenever they’re together, it’s so chaotic

it takes at least 4 people to watch just the two of them bc they’re just so chaotic lmao

her biggest flaw really is the fact that she can’t really control her energy

like she doesn’t know when to calm it down

it’s all okay tho

she’ll eventually learn dw

but yeah

tbh she’s such a funny older sister

she wouldn’t do anything super dangerous with her little siblings

but like she’ll just say the weirdest and funniest things

like she’ll scream at the top of her lungs

“MOCHOU POOPED HIMSELF MOM!!! IT STINKS!!!” 

like she’ll scream scream that lol

she takes compliments well

whenever she gets complimented she just says “THANK YOU!! YOU’RE ALSO PRETTY!”

she’s a charming little ball of craziness

>> as a teen/adult <<

honestly

she kept her crackhead personality

but she can get really serious when needed

like when it comes to her career and her family and such

she’s super serious

but in other situations

she’s honestly the funniest

xiuying becomes a really good older sister

like if her younger siblings are getting out of check

she’s really good at keeping them in line

xiuying is def not scary

but like her siblings just naturally listen to her

she becomes a model/comedian/tv personality

like jaehyun’s son, jung leon, she’s just so beautiful and so funny lol

she honestly could care less abt like being super “feminine” and stuff to maintain her model image yknow?

like tbh

she probably tried to reserved and calm and such

but her personality just is too powerful lmao

she would slip a lot

her manager would scold her and stuff whenever she did slip up

and it got to the point where her manager just gave up lmao

they just let her do as she pleased and she skyrocketed in personality after that

but yeah, tbh, she really does take her career seriously

like super duper seriously

xiuying wants to live an honest life tbh

like she takes her career seriously, but when her manager told her to maintain a pristine image, she didn’t sit well with it

bc the image they wanted her to maintain is simply not her

she talked to her manager abt it and they understood and let her do as she pleases

and it really did help everyone in the end

she’s still zhangwei’s best friend

zhangwei joins a band and he’s the lead singer

xiuying knows zhangwei better than anyone tbh

they def don’t get together tho

like they’re the best example of platonic, heterosexual, best friends

to be 100% honest

xiuying has a huge thing for the drummer of his band lmao

ofc she goes to zhangwei’s concerts to support him

but her true reason to go is to see the drummer lol

everyone gets along so well with her

like literally no one seems to have anything bad abt her

if they do and they talk abt it, she’ll just agree lmao

like someone will say “your nose is too big.”

and she’s like “yeah, my nose is pretty big. it’s okay, it allows me to smell yummy food easier and better then.”

or like

“your eyes resemble the eyes of donkey from shrek”

and she’ll be like “omG REALLY? HE’S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THANK YOU SM”

she takes hate the best out of all of the kids

like if someone is struggling bc they get some hate comments, she swoops in and pats them on the back and is like “dw. xiuying is here. let me teach you how to deal with the haters.”

but yeah, she’s really goofy and so gorgeous and just a well loved person :,)

WONG MOCHOU: >> as a baby <<

he’s also so pretty as a baby

he also inherited hendery’s big eyes

pero

his eyes are lowkey kinda creepy

like it was endearing with xiuying bc she smiled a lot

but mochou is super duper serious lmao

like he loves to stare

and it was lowkey kinda creepy

but overtime, when he smiled more, it became endearing lol

for sure, hendery and xiuying’s reactions were the best lol

like hendery and xiuying would be playing with mochou, trying to get him to smile

and mochou is just :|

he’s not mad

he’s actually quite happy

it’s just he wasn’t really the smiliest baby

xiuying and hendery would just have the funnies reaction

mochou is quite a looker tho

even tho his eyes creeped all of you out

from an early age it was very clear that mochou would be a talker

he was babbing from the second he knew he could makes noises

and hendery would hold out entire conversations with him

for example

mochou: aaaabbaaaa taaa maaaa

hendery: you know, that’s an interesting point, i’ve never thought about it like that before

mochou: daaaaaa aahhhpoooo

hendery: no, it’s definitely crazy, i totally agree. so tell me, what are your opinions on the current state of our economy?

mouchou: baaa

hendery: good insight, my son.

mochou loved to imitate you guys while you talked

like if you said “i love you!”

he would babble a reply that is really similar

even tho xiuying would play with mochou a lot

mochou was really good at playing on his own

xiuying loves to just explain everything to him

like every little detail about everything

she’ll bring him the most random things and just explain everything she knows about it

mochou was most definitely cared for by xiuying

he was just a sweetheart who creeped you out from time to time

>> as a child <<

omg 

he had the biggest imagination

and he let the world know it

like he was such a creative kid

mochou would make a new world whenever he played

like if mochou and xiuying were playing together

mochou would create an entire new world and xiuying would just be so excited the entire time

like

xiuying: “sO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE HOUSE IS A SPACE SHIP???”

mochou: “YES!!! CMON, IF YOU GO TO THE WINDOW YOU’LL SEE A TON OF DIFFERENT PLANETS!!!

xiuying: “OHHH MY GOSH THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

all of the kids love to play with him because his imagination is just so crazy

he’s still a huge talker

mochou is amazing at carrying conversations

like he’s is a pretty social bee and loves to talk to everyone

he loves to tell everyone everything

mochou belongs to the 127 squad

meaning he’s best friends with jaehyun’s son, jung leon, jungwoo’s second daughter, kim jieun, and haechan’s second daughter, lee haeun

when the 4 of them are together

you need at least 10 people watching them

by themselves? they have a ton of energy

all together? oh no

when he does get tired, he loves to draw

mochou is naturally talented at drawing

in all forms that require creativity, mochou is naturally talented in all of it 

he was naturally really good at singing

he was naturally really good at learning instruments

he was naturally really good at painting, sketching, drawing, doodling

he was naturally really good at writing

mochou has a lot in his brain and the best way he could get it out was through drawing and painting

even tho as a baby, he was kinda stoic and such, he made of for it as a child

he became just a smilie as xiuying

xiuying and mochou have the sweetest relationship

xiuying likes to scold mochou even if he’s not doing anything wrong

mochou just smiles and listens to his sister.

even his younger sister liked to torment him a bit

but tbh, he would just take it

he loves his sisters to death

he would let them play with him as they’d like, he was honestly just chill  about it

hendery would sometimes take mochou on “man” dates

but tbh

it’d just be the two of them getting ice cream or something like that lol

hendery grew up with a ton of sisters so like I def feel like he would be a little confused with how to raise his son

but I mean, if his mochou was more on the feminine side? so what?

hendery loved mochou for who he is

omg, both boys would be so whipped for the girls tho

like if hendery was watching all of the kids, he would for sure end up dressed up as a princess

mochou too

when you came home, hendery would have a princess dress on him that def doesn’t fit bc it’s xiuying’s dress

mochou would be covered in head to toe with makeup

and hendery would be talking in his girl voice about being the beautiful queen of the land

it’s the best thing ever tbh

>> as a teen/adult <<

he becomes a creator/director for movies and such

like his creativity is so amazing and it remains the same way until he’s an adult

and the world needs to know his stories and such

he vibes well with yuta’s daughter, nakamoto akari

they both have such an amazing imagination and they both just want to share it into the world

he honestly follows in akari’s footsteps bc like she has a bit more experience in this field than he does

mochou for sure works in the same animation studio she works at

and together, they just build the coolest worlds ever

they def have their own ideas and stuff

but like if they work on a project together

they lowkey can just sync up and like they barely need words

everyone else who works in the animation studio is like???

bc like akari would talk to mochou for like 2 min

and then he just nods and starts drawing

then she starts drawing too

and like the characters from the drawings look virtually identical

it’s crazyy

they’re on the same wavelength

he for sure still parties hard with his 127 squad

like during work, he’s serious and straightforward

but like leon, jieun, and haeun would pick him up at the studio and he’s screaming for some reason lol

not out of fear,

out of excitement bc he’s ready to PARTY HARD WITH HIS FRIENDS

i feel like mochou would have the same exact sense of humor hendery has

like

as an adult, if hendery and mochou were just spending some time together

it sounds like there’s two hendery’s in the room

and oh no

tbh

mochou? he’s getting all of the ladies

i feel like he would be the type to have a different girl fall for him each week

i also feel like he’s too clueless to reject or accept their feelings

omg one time

while he was at a work seminar

one of the people he met would write her number on a tissue or something

and she would hand it to him

and he would be like “thanks! my nose was a little stuffy”

thEN PROCEED TO BLOW HIS NOSE IN THE NAPKIN

he would be so clueless and just throw it away

and like he def didn’t do it on purpose

he would just flash her a smile and act like nothing happened

bc to him, nothing happened other than a nice person gave him a tissue bc his nose was stuffy

mochou is a funny one, that’s for sure. 

WONG ZHANGJING >> as a baby <<

she’s really nice and sweet and such

zhangjing is the maknae of all of the kids (for now)

she’s the baby baby

anD EVERYONE TREATS HER AS SUCH

like all of her siblings, she was just such a pretty baby

zhangjing was most def the most delicate out of all of her siblings

she was just the smallest

zhangjing looked like a little doll

compared to all of her siblings

she was the calmest and the most docile

zhangjing wasn’t excessively giggly like xiuying

zhangjing wasn’t creepy like mochou

she was just sweet and kind

everyone in the entire group is so whipped for her just bc she’s the baby

like whenever the entire group is hanging out, there is for sure someone holding her at all times

the boys just switch off who gets to hold little zhangjing

omg jisung would hold her for a sec and like want to place her on the ground

and instantly EVERYONE excluding hendery would jump and and be like “jiSUNG NOOOOOO”

poor jisung would be too shocked and just stay frozen with zhangjing in his arms

hendery would step up and be like “guys... it’s okay. zhangjing can go on the ground, she’s not made of paper.”

the boys just thought little zhangjing was too good for the ground lol

omg hendery for sure lives for the compliments whenever someone calls zhangjing pretty

like if she’s on a baby carrier and one of the boys would gush over zhangjing, he’d say the funniest things

like “oh thank you, made her myself! this beauty was made on a fun night around 9 months ago.”

feel free to smack him on the arm for saying that

zhangjing’s natural cuteness just made everyone around her melt

tbh, if you look at his kids all together

all of them are so pretty

like it’s crazy

zhangjing also got hendery’s eyes lol (all of your kids have them lol)

but her stares aren’t as creepy as mochou’s were

tbh, zhangjing’s eyes were always busy

she loved to take in the entire world through her eyes

bc of this, she was a rather quiet baby, simply bc she was spending most of her time observing the world

>> as a child <<

lmao tbh

she’s sunshine

she’s the cutest 

zhangjing honestly looks so innocent

the entire group still maintains the “doN’T LET ZHANGJING TOUCH THE GROUND” sorta mentality

even tho they all know that she’s fine and can do whatever she wants

for some reason, she just gives off the vibe

maybe it’s bc she was the youngest at one point

she’s best friends with lucas’s youngest daughter, wong lina

lina’s personality is actually closer to hendery’s personality

while zhangjing’s personality is closer to lucas’s

like lina can be upfront about her crackheadedness and just does whatever she wants lol

zhangjing is just purely happy practically all of the time

when something makes her sad, oh no

everYONE IS LIKE “NOOO WHO MADE YOU SAD WE’LL FIX IT DON’T CRY”

if you see zhangjing cry, you are 100% going to cry too, guaranteed. 

omg like one time

you would come home from visiting your parents or something like that

and for some reason, your entire family is in the living room and their all crying

your heart drops bc you think something bad happened

so you instinctively hug all of your babies close and ask

hendery walks over and envelops everyone into a group hug, dramatically sobbing

you try to get him to explain and through a ton of sobs and hiccups he manages to get out something like “zhangjing started crying because she figured out lina is going to be gone visiting thailand for the next two weeks.”

you take a look at your youngest and immediately start crying too

why? you don’t really know. but seeing zhangjing’s crying face just triggered it for you

tbh, at this point, zhangjing has superpowers lol

anyway

she remained as a super curious girl

like if she’s every put into a new place, she’ll spend the first 10 minutes just observing

most kids would just run and play without thinking too much

but zhangjing would slowly and carefully take a look around, taking in all of the details of the entire place

she loves all of her siblings

they all baby her lol

zhangjing is just so observant and curious and for some reason, is really good at making people feel emotions they didn’t think they were feeling at the moment lol

>> as a teen/adult <<

she becomes an actress

her roles are usually the innocent girl and such

like if you’ve seen my first first love story

she would play roles like oh garin (from my first first love story)

zhangjing is the sweetest honestly it’s so cute

like she plays that role really well

sometimes when i see that role, i can get annoyed a bit

but zhangjing does it in a way that it doesn’t really annoy people

she keeps her energy levels

and she keeps her puppy like personality

the group still babies her a bit, but it’s not too bad anymore

she still maintains her natural cuteness lol

like she’s for sure really tiny

so it’s just natural for her to be on the cuter side

she adores her siblings so much

zhangjing would cancel her schedules just to see all of xiuying’s shows

during her breaks, she would be catching up on all of the news pertaining to mochou

zhangjing still remains curious

everytime she’s on a new set, she’ll roam around everywhere just bc

she hasn’t played a lead role yet so she doesn’t need to be dressed up and ready right away

omg tbh, sometimes they would have to edit her out of the window in a background

just bc she was wandering and she didn’t know they were filming lol

they all forgive her tho, dw

it’s not a big deal for the company

now is it her natural cuteness that is making everyone okay with it? idk.

she’s the quietest out of all of her siblings

and she has a hard time making good jokes like they do

zhangjing doesn’t cringe at the jokes

she actually likes them a lot!

she just has a hard time making them herself lol

which is fine bc her siblings definitely make enough for her share lol

whenever zhangjing is around lina

they both talk each other’s ears off

out of all of the friendships of kids, lina and zhangjing are the most talkative

they just have so much to tell each other all of the time!

they maintained their friendship even tho they took two different career paths

zhangjing was the baby of the group for a couple years, all before the next wave came (this “wave” refers to the on the way families!)

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here’s hendery’s gang of mini-hendery’s!!! i hope you guys liked it!

the fact that all three of them look like hendery does resonate with me and i wouldn’t have written it any other way lol

anyway, my request box is open! give me some inspiration plz!!

- amy <3

#cznnet #nct #nct imagine #nct as dads #dad nct #hendery #wong kunheng #huang kunhang #dad!hendery #dad!nct #taeil #taeyong #yuta #kun #doyoung #ten #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #lucas #mark #xiaojun #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #YangYang #chenle #jisung #nct fluff

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The Pogues + Sarah and their Hogwarts Houses:

John B - Slytherin

JJ - Gryffindor

Pope - Ravenclaw

Kiara - Hufflepuff

Sarah - Hufflepuff

My reasons are under the cut, please hear me out okay?

John B is a Slytherin.

I’m not saying that because I think he’s evil, because he’s not, but because he exemplifies both Slytherin traits and a Slytherin attitude towards the world. Slytherin’s are ambitious, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. John B is the leader of the Pogues, no question. They follow him, trust his judgement, and back his word around other people. On their own, they bicker, but John B always has the last word. So, he’s a strong leader. He’s ambitious, he wants to find the Royal Merchant gold and believes he will. He is also smart, as seen when Peterkin comments he used to get all A’s, and that coupled with his goal of finding the Royal Merchant gold makes him achievement oriented. Now you might think he’s not cunning, but he thought up the plan to get Kie and Sarah to bond and move past their differences, and it worked. So, cunning. He’s a Slytherin.

On top of that, Slytherin’s are willing to put others in harms way to protect things but very unwilling to put themselves in harms way unless they really care. John B doesn’t care who gets hurt in his quest for the Royal Merchant and then his quest to avenge his father, but if the Pogues get hurt that’s where he draws the line.

JJ being a Gryffindor makes sense.

Gryffindor’s are daring, chivalrous, reckless, and short-tempered. JJ is the wildcard of the group, while also being the second-in-command after John B. He’s daring, he puts himself out there constantly whether it’s trying to impress people or making it obvious he doesn’t belong in an environment (remeber Midsummer?). He goes all in, to the point of recklessness constantly. He’s got a very short temper, the Pogues know what sets him off because they’re close, but that doesn’t mean they’re out of the firing line when he gets angry. And he gets angry a lot. Despite all that, he’s very chivalrous, helping Kie into the boat at the beginning of episode 1 being a good example, and he is constantly helping his friends without asking. He’s a Gryffindor.

Additionally, the biggest difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor is that while Slytherin’s don’t put themselves in harm’s way unless they care, Gryffindor’s do the opposite. Gryffindor’s will let themselves be hurt as long as other aren’t, and only with people they really care about will they hurt other people. JJ is constantly putting himself in danger to save his friends, i.e. going to jail for Pope. When he finds out John B is most likely dead because of the Sheriff’s station, that’s when he physically attacks someone else.

Pope being a Ravenclaw makes sense too, not just because he’s the smartest but because he exemplifies other Ravenclaw traits as well.

Ravenclaw’s are intelligent, witty, original/have a strong sense of individuality, and accepting. One of the first things we learn about Pope is that he is very different from his parents and they don’t quite know how to handle him. Despite this, Pope is very much his own person and never lets himself become something he’s not for his parents. He has a strong sense of who he is, even amongst the Pogues where he’s different from them by being more intelligent. He’s also witty, JJ may have good one liners but Pope has these great off hand comments and some of the funniest parts of the show come from him reading a situation and then making a joke (Example: the ‘Be safe bro’ but outside the Crain House). He is also very accepting of the others and their issues, factoring those into his plans and thoughts instead of trying to work around them.

Kiara as a Hufflepuff also makes a lot of sense.

Throughout the show, she is the one referring back to the ‘Rules of the Pogues’ and their friendship. When Pope wants to bail on finding John B for his scholarship interview, she’s the one pushing for him to stay and help John B. Other Hufflepuff traits she has besides undying loyalty are hard work, dedication, and patience. Hard work comes from her working under her parents at The Wreck, she's considered rich enough to not have to work (being a Kook) but does so anyway without complaint, showing an appreciation for hard work. This also shows her dedication, because instead of complaining about working she buckles down. She is also dedicated to finding the Royal Merchant as soon as it becomes something the Pogues are searching for, which plays into her undying loyalty as well. Finally, she has a lot of patience for the Pogues as her friends. They are constantly putting each other in danger, fighting with each other, despite being an incredibly tight knit group, and she not only has the patience to put up with that but has the capacity to forgive when things go too far. With the whole Sarah issue, she forgives not only Sarah for what happened between them, but also ends up forgiving the group for putting her in that situation. After that, Sarah is considered one of the Pogues in her mind and her loyalty extends to Sarah as well.

Sarah as a Hufflepuff is probably the one I debated over the longest.

Sarah has some traits of the other houses, but I firmly believe she is a Hufflepuff at heart. Despite the fact that she pushes people away constantly, she really truly does want people close to her, people who care about her. Throughout the show she seems to be searching for that, and we learn that when she finds it that kind of loyalty scares her so she runs the other way. We also know that she is hard working and dedicated, when she learns about the Royal Merchant search, she thrusts herself headlong into it without a second thought. When she bonds with John B and the other Pogues, she becomes loyal to them in the same way they’re loyal to each other, and they accept her back. She has a huge capacity for patience and forgiveness, as seen by her patience with John B before they get together despite knowing he was attracted to her and knowing she was attracted to him, and when she forgives the Pogues after they trap her in the boat with Kie. Her loyalty also plays into her patience and forgiveness, as she forgives John B for pulling a gun on her after he finds out her dad killed his dad, and then immediately sides with the Pogues after learning the truth about her family.

If anyone has any arguments to contradict mine, please let me know! I could be wrong but these are my feelings.

#outer banks #obx #john b routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #just my thoughts #margii thinks aloud #hp #hogwarts #hogwarts houses

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Manipulating a God | chpt. five

Synopsis: Trying to break the information out of Loki during the attack of 2012 wasn’t exactly the easiest task, but it was a challenge you were willing to take head on. So, what happened when a master manipulator tried to get information from the God of Mischief?

Series warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, blood, and gore

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Loki

A/N: I am so happy to be back writing on here. I apologize for the unannounced hiatus, I was dealing with personal issues and couldn’t find the motivation to write, but I am back and stronger than ever! I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays and may all of your 2020 wishes come true! Much love. xoxox

PS. There is a major storyline/timeline change here but don’t worry, it’ll match up with the movie timeline soon enough!

I know this chapter is shorter, but the next one will be a lot of fun!

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For the millionth time that morning, Fury repeated the same question, “What did Loki say again? Give me the quote.”

Groaning and throwing your head back (also for the millionth time) you replied the same way you had all morning, “He said ‘the power I could find here on Earth is beyond anything your human brain can comprehend.’ Word for word - ish.” 

Fury placed the pencil under his chin as if he were contemplating the meaning of life and all existence, looking down at the notepad in front of him which only had that one exact quote written, no other details or clues or even doodles scribbled anywhere else on the small lined paper. For about half an hour, the two of you had been sitting here discussing what the God of Mischief had said, but nowhere nearer to deciphering anything. Thor, who was currently your best hope in this grand old mystery, was off paying his dear brother a visit in the meantime but hadn’t actually spoken to you all day so he was of no help thus far. 

In the half an hour you had been meeting with Fury, you had downed about eight coffees and your mind was having trouble staying focused on just the one quote, the meaning of it practically lost to you with the amount of caffeine flowing through your bloodstream. Your hands slightly shaking, eyes feeling fuzzy, you tried your best to keep focused and find any ideas flowing around your imaginative mind that could help out. But, in all honesty, you were blank.

Of course, you barely had any knowledge of ‘Outer Space’ in the first place, having only recently come in contact with your first-ever ‘aliens’ this week - and they were both nothing like you had expected from reading sci-fi and watching Star Trek. And that right there was the extent of your knowledge. 

“What if he’s looking for someone powerful? Instead of something,” Fury thought out loud, mumbling to himself as he started tapping the pencil to his chin. Mumbling a silent agreement, you let out a dramatic sigh as you continued sinking into your chair, bored of the endless circle of conversation that continued feeling pointless to you. No point had been proven and nothing could be confirmed or denied since Fury’s space knowledge didn’t seem to exceed your own.

“God, pick yourself up a little bit, Stark,” Fury spoke in disappointment at your slouched figure, “You’re worse than a seven-year old child after you’ve had your coffee.”

Chuckling at his comment, you sat properly in your chair, straightening your back like a stiff board and intertwining your fingers on the glass table like a posture-perfect model, “Is this better, Corporal Fury?”

“Y/N, I’m not messing around here, the fate of our planet is kind of resting in your hands.” 

Joking around was kind of your thing — you were a Stark after all. You knew that sometimes it got in the way when trying to hold a serious conversation (like right now), but there was nothing that could stop you from blurting out sarcastic or witty comments when people were relying on you for important answers.

You leaned towards him, a gentle smile on your lips, “I know, Fury, I’m just trying to bring some light to this dark situation.”

Fury nodded slowly, pointing down to the empty notepad in front of him, “Then try to shed some light on this.”

Dropping your smile, you pulled the notepad in front of you, staring blankly at the meaningless quote in front of you, “Have we ever considered that maybe Loki’s just messing with our minds? After all, that’s what he’s known for. This could just be an empty threat.”

“It’s not.”

Thor decided to make his entrance at the right time, arms crossed and a frown etched upon his bearded face — clearly, he had just come back from meeting Loki. He sauntered slowly over to the table and my eyes didn’t leave his figure. Something about the way he was standing gave me a feeling he was about to give us some information regarding what we’d been sitting in here discussing.

“Care to spill the beans, Thor?” 

“Sorry? Spill beans? I do not under—” 

“You don’t understand, yeah, I know. Just tell us what you think Loki means,” your patience was starting to wear thin with the Gods and their mysterious way of speaking. Still leaning over the table to direct your full attention to the blond hunk, you tensed your shoulders as you prepared for any kind of answer. 

“There’s this belief on Asgard, and most of the universe, really, that there are these things called the Infinity Stones,” Thor spoke, treading carefully as if detonating a bomb. The words meant nothing to you, and he seemed to notice this as he began to elaborate.

“There are six Infinity Stones, and they’re the most powerful things in existence. One is in Loki’s sceptre, and as you see, it’s been able to turn a few of your best men into what you have called ‘flying monkeys.’ They are dangerous and if in the wrong hands, can create catastrophic events throughout our knowable universe.”

Letting the knowledge sink in as if you were listening to science fiction theories, you pressed Thor to go on, “What’s that got to do with us?”

Thor grimaced, as if the answer tasted bitter rolling off his tongue, “He believes that they are here on Earth. If these stones got into Loki’s hands, it would be the end of your life here on this planet.”

You processed this sudden turn of events, sitting silently as you plotted a way to prevent Loki from getting these so-called Infinity Stones, even though you strongly doubted something so powerful would be casually sitting on your planet without your knowledge, “On Earth? Seriously? Out of all the planets and solar systems and shit, why would they be here? Don’t you think we’d know about them?”

“You only just found out about them, and you’re not a regular person. So, no, you wouldn’t know about them. Especially if they’re safe.” Although you had just met the rock-solid God, you could sniff the honesty coming off of him as if you’d known him for years.

Sitting back in your chair as if hit by a literal brick wall of information, you turned to Fury, “What the fuckin’ hell do we do now?”

Fury raised his eyebrow, thinking over the scenarios in his head, “We plan a meeting and discuss. I’m going to gather the team. We meet in fifteen minutes.”

And without another word, Fury left you in deafening silence with Thor.

- - -

Within fifteen minutes, Fury stuck true to his word, and the rest of the Avengers had groggily piled into the room. Thor explained the Infinity Stone situation and how they worked, even talking once more about Loki’s sceptre — which apparently homed the ‘Mind Stone.’ That explains the mind control.

“Has he mentioned the Infinity Stones to you, Y/N?” Tony asked, sarcasm laced in his voice almost in disbelief of the turn of events.

“Nope,” I replied casually, popping the P, “I haven’t really spoken to him much, so maybe next time I’ll try to bring it up, I dunno.”

“No — no, we can’t let Loki know that we know,” Thor’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb went off in his head, “If he finds out we’re onto him, he can very easily cause irreversible damage. I mean, I’ve never seen Loki willingly sit in a cage like this, it’s probably a part of his plan. So, we keep our mouths closed and let events unfold, I’d say.”

“Let events unfold?” Fury spoke up, “We are not letting that psychopath sit back and live his little life in that cage as if it were freakin’ Disneyland. Y/N, you’re going back in there for conversation. Find out the location of the Infinity Stones and his plan with them.”

I ran a hand through my hair, sitting upright with a tight smile, “Fury, I hate to disagree with you, but... I disagree with you. Look, Thor’s right, we can’t let him know we’re onto him about this because he can easily just... get out of here, or call his little backup boys or something. I’ll go talk to him and try my best to get everything that I can from him, but I doubt he’ll give in that easily,” I let out a sigh, trying my best to ignore the looks that everyone was giving me, “Just, give me a few days.”

And that’s exactly what Fury did.

-

Sitting face to face with Loki got less intimidating every time I did it. Probably because he looked sicker every time I saw him. Not that he was any less captivating — his blue eyes held numerous mysterious emotions and the smirk on his lips proved that he had secrets I wanted to know, but the fact that he looked as if his entire life was crumbling before his eyes made me feel like my job might just get a little easier.

“You’re back,” Loki smirked at me as I walked into the room. For the first time in about three days, I wasn’t wearing a tactical suit — meaning I didn’t feel as on edge, my body finally getting to experience comfort. My y/h/c hair flowed loosely down my shoulders and rested on my plain white t-shirt which was tucked into a tight pair of jeans.

“Yeah, hi,” I smiled, my mind replaying what Nat and I discussed this morning. 

Be kind to him. Understand him. Relate to him. 

Relating to Loki might be the toughest challenge out of the three, but my mind was witty enough to come up with something that made sense.

“I’ve persuaded them to let you eat if you want,” I smiled, looking down at the brown paper bag in my hand and held it out, “I’ve got a bagel and a hashbrown. I don’t know if you even eat, but this is good shit in my opinion.”

“I do not want it, but I appreciate the effort, Y/N.”

The way my name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down my spine, and I mentally smacked myself for focusing on it. He sat in the corner of the cell, leaning against the glass wall with his green cloak wrapped around him. His eyes looked more sunken in than last time I saw him and a part of me felt bad knowing he was probably losing his mind in here.

“If ever you do need anything, though, you can ask me — I know how to get my way with these people,” I smiled at him as kindly as I could, sitting down in the small chair in front of the glass.

He chuckled, eyes raking over my body quickly before locking back with mine, “Change of heart from our last conversation, wouldn’t you say?”

Now it was my turn to laugh slightly, remembering the last time I spoke to him and how different the encounter was, “Doesn’t change the fact that you will do as I say, but, I am human and I do have feelings. I’m not too good at the ‘being mean’ part. Even though I act like it.” That was totally a lie — I could slam and call out people in an instant — but I needed to play the role of a sweetheart if I wanted to get him to believe I had good intentions. 

“You don’t seem like someone who has trouble being mean,” Loki scoffed, shrugging his shoulders backwards.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” I raised an eyebrow at him, glaring him down as best as I could.

“Decipher it however you want,” he leaned his head backwards and gave me a weak smile. Something about him looked incredibly off and as much as it seemed like he was faking it for help, a tiny sliver of my mind told me he was being genuine and he needed help.

“Uh, so, how have you been?” I tried to strike up a casual conversation, still trying to figure out a way to pop the Infinity Stones in. 

He gave me a quizzical look, “Just peachy. What do you think? I’m bored.”

I smiled down at the ground, an idea popping into my head, “Well, what if we played a game? To get to know each other? Like, Never Have I Ever or 20 questions?” 

Loki rolled his eyes, “No, thank you. You seem incredibly boring.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” I scoffed, flicking a strand of my hair over my shoulder, “I’m bored too, this will give me something to do.”

Loki’s eyes flickered with an idea, and as he opened his mouth I knew I’d regret giving him the option to play.

“What do I get out of this?” He smirked coyly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rolling my eyes, I pointed to the brown bag on the floor, “Food, duh.” There was nothing else I could possibly offer Loki — nothing that was good, anyways. I knew he’d ask to set him free, but that was not an option in anyone’s books.

“Not good enough, princess,” he shook his eyes, eyes playfully tracing my figure.

“Well,” I began, “You also get me as a friend!” 

The playful smile disappeared from his face, “Oh, yeah, that’s totally what I want.”

“Stop being a bitch, Loki, and just ask me a question.”

He placed his fingers on his chin as if pondering the situation for a moment before his eyes lit up and he shot me a toothy grin, the dark ideas swirling around his mind ready to break free from their cages. Was I going to regret this? Yeah, probably. Was I going to back down? No.

“Fine, let’s play.”

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