#friend of the stream ;; mystery anon !!

[chokingonpoppies]

Your papa is grooming you and I'm so jealous of you two tbh, I need a relationship like you guys :3

awhh ! ! thats adorbz , , yeah i'd be jealous too , my whole family is , , , like , , the best ever ! ! wishing u luck on finding your place like how i found mine <3

#good luck nonnie ! ! #hello world !! #friend of the stream ;; mystery anon !! #dont even think abt trying to get that out of him tho <3 or any of mi familia they are MINE raaaaahh ! !

[metallicaislife]

Tag Team

A/N: eek I hope this turned out okay, I haven't written a smut like this before. 🙈

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 703

Warnings: Unprotected sex, threesome m x f x m pairing, oral ( m and f recieving)

If you told me I was going to end my night sandwiched between my best friends, I’d have called you a goddamn liar. 

I met Kirk my senior year of high school when I moved into the area. We bonded over music and horror, becoming inseparable. No matter what he did I always supported him. 

I had seen Cliff perform before, but we met after Kirk joined Metallica. We shared a love for pot and got stoned together, often. Discussing the mysteries of the universe, or laughing over absolutely nothing. 

I won’t lie, both are extremely attractive men, and I flirt shamelessly sometimes. Not that anything would ever come of it. I have accepted my fate as ‘one of the guys’. I don’t think either of them had ever seen me as anything other than their best friend. 

“We want to have a threesome with you.” Kirk said, not a hint of a joke in his voice. I looked between him and Cliff who stared at me expectantly. 

“You’re absolutely fucking with me.” I said as my brows furrowed. 

“No, we both think you’re hot, you flirt with us quite obviously, we didn’t want to take turns so we figured we do you at the same time.” Cliff said as if he wasn’t offering me something I’d only dreamed about.  

“Fuck off.” I waved them off and started to walk away. I think what made me angry was I never thought they’d make a joke like this. That hurt. 

My thoughts were interrupted as a strong hand landed on my shoulder turning me around. Cliff kissed me hard. A noise caught in my throat. He didn’t let up and I eventually melted into the kiss opening my mouth as he slipped his tongue in. Behind me I felt as Kirk moved my hair to the side so he could kiss my neck as Cliff kissed me. 

“Believe us now, pretty girl?” Kirk whispered in my ear before nibbling on my lobe. Cliff pulled away and I turned my head over my shoulder, locking eyes with Kirk, I nodded and he kissed me. Clothes flew and I found myself on my hands and knees in Kirk’s bed. Cliff behind, eating me out while Kirk stroked his cock. 

“Mmm she tastes like heaven.” Cliff said, his voice unlike any other time I’ve heard it. He went back to eating me until I came. 

As I recovered from my orgasm the two locked eyes and I swear they spoke telepathically. Just as I got my bearings back, Cliff entered me, finding a steady rhythm. 

“Open your mouth.” Kirk said and I complied. “A little wider, baby.” He said and I opened wide. He brought his cock to my mouth and I darted my tongue out giving it a little kitten lick. Kirk hissed and held my jaw softly. He slowly thrust his cock into my mouth and I hollowed out my cheeks. Tears entered my eyes and I did my best to suppress a gag. 

“Look at her. Taking us so well.” Cliff groaned. 

“She’s perfect. Such a good girl. Gets to feel s’good while we fill her pretty little holes.” Kirk praised. I moaned and he threw his head back at the vibrations against his cock. 

Cliff gripped my hip with one hand as his other snaked around to rub my clit. 

I came hard with tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve never felt this good before. My arms wiggled a little as I struggled to hold myself up. Cliff came soon after filling me up. Kirk pulled out of my mouth, Cliff brought me up against him. Kirk stroked his cock two times then came covering my breasts in his seed. 

Cliff pet my hair, moving the pieces sticking to my forehead with sweat out of the way. “Our perfect pretty girl.” He cooed. 

With shaky legs they helped me to the bathroom and took turns washing me in the bath, and taking showers. Kirk gave me a shirt and  found myself content as I laid snuggled between them in Kirk’s bed. My final thought before I drifted into sleep was that I couldn’t wait to let them make me feel so good again.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica smut

[snopiah]

You suggest traitor Foolish (which I do agree on) but everyone seems to forget or ignore how absolutely suspicious Vegetta is. He has multiple items that should get confiscated, the federation has just straight up given him things he's wanted, and the man consistently puts everyone else in danger by placing mines around the island for fun. Interesting how those two could so easily be traitors yet people hardly suggest the two of them could be.

-S

I’ve thought the same thing Anon! Their whole family gets a lot of special treatment from The Federation, and I’m thinking how this could connect back to Leo claiming that she and Cucurucho are best friends. There’s some mystery behind the FooliGetta fam and I really wanna see if they’re actually traitors or not.

Foolish is just too goofy to be SEEN as a traitor, but that’s exactly the greatest cover up! And other players are too scared to go after Vegetta and frankly don’t know enough about him to get to know his motives.

(I don’t watch Vegetta much bc he streams so early, but I wanna know what he really thinks about the island)

[It’s also really funny if it’s absolutely nothing. Like Vegetta is a Minecraft legend in the Spanish speaking community, so maybe that’s why he gets special treatment from admins, lol. And Foolish, by extension gets that same treatment.]

#qsmp #qsmp fooligetta #sino replied

[barbararomance]

can i request a quackity x reader where the reader is feeling really clingy and won’t let him go? fluff vibes:))

clinging closer, quackity!

synopsis! my first request AAAAAAAAAJDNSJSN a sweet urge to be affectionate drives quackity smitten by you.

read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. this story is just pure softness and adorable - positioning is quite weird.., THANK YOU ANON FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST JSJDJDJDHA you have my heart <33 you guys are amazing, i wish you guys the best , ilysm!! // make a request here!

word count! 0.4k

quackity was currently live, he was only having a just chatting stream but he does plan to play a spooky horror game later on. you watch in admiration as he banters with his online chatters, you gaze at his beautiful smile - how it angelically meets his eyes, his little nose scrunches while he giggles at a very funny joke he made. it brings a smile to your face, you were graced to be with him.. you must've saved the universe in your past life to get so lucky. "oh babe! oh my god" he notices you and pretends shock "stop looking like a creep and say hi to chat" quackity teases you and introduces you to chat. "HEYYY" you enthusiastically arrived to his stream, whilst also clinging to his chest - not noticing his cheeks tinting pink. "what are you doing pogchamp? is that how you use that?" you feign dumb. making him burst in laughter, the two of you falling of his chair - making you join his laughing. (this moment possibly found itself in a "dumb quackity and y/n moments" compilation) the two of you fix yourselves up, and you check his beanie carefully to rest assure his hair is left mysterious as he likes it, your touch making him shivering. "oh my god y/n, stop you're gonna show my hair" he playacted annoyed, and you hover your hands just a few inches far from his head pantomiming you removing his beanie and revealing his hair that only you and a few friends were allowed to see. the fun continued for a while and you simply had your arm around his shoulder, your head resting on his temple - when you shifted your position from holding his chest and kneeling on the ground to sitting on his lap and having all your fun there. you didn't wish to let him go anytime soon and he felt the same, your warmth comforts him and yours his, it brings a tear to all single quackity enjoyers wishing they had a love like yours. even when the horror show began the two of you simply clinged closer to the other, it was heartwarming. and until the end of the stream, and at the end of the day.. you didn't let go of each other. and as the moon was the only source of light left, your hand in the comfort of his - with your noses touching; the two of you clung closer in your sound slumbers, happily.

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity fluff #quackity headcanons #quackity x you #barbararomance wrote this! #to you my dear [redacted] anon ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

[casinoquartet]

[long] U TURNED ON ASKS YIPPEE!!! hi i’m that recent anon, i love ur posts so much :))) thank you for everything, and the fic you linked was incredible! that facet of swagdoons in which red is so so painfully genuinely in true love with ash, under all the layers of power plays, through the real pain of each and every one of ash’s betrayals… i will die!!!! and thank you (& your friends) for posting about the casino quartet, i am soooo thankful for the introduction to the best polycule ever. one thing i love about the casino quartet is how clown and branzy are obnoxiously public (people know so many details that they really did not need to know) (hence people feel so confident that they’re genuinely devoted & reliant on each other that they’ll try to use one against the other) (prime example: the season 3 obsidian trap), while ash and red are obnoxiously private (no one understands what the fuck is ever going on between them) (no one knows how to manipulate their dynamic, no one can properly account for their incomprehensible relationship while trying to strategize) (prime example: boosfer’s phobias video). i like to imagine that clownzy are the closest people to the internal workings of swagdoons (they see the domestic arguments & the intimacy behind closed doors, listen to their private rants about each other, were present for some of the loaded swagdoons history that ash and red don’t even really talk about themselves). also i watched zam’s first stream of the hardcore smp yesterday [8/21/2022] and i find it so funny how ash will bring up clownzy and clown will bring up swagdoons. (ash announces he’s going to recite “the bible: part 2” and reads aloud a clownzy angst fanfiction; clown says in the middle of a formal meeting that red should sit on ash’s lap because they’re swagdoons). why are they always like this. and idk if you feel much interest in the latest season of the kaboodle smp but i’m really hoping for some clown x ash homosexualities, to fill out the casino quartet dynamics. as of now, we’ve got clown immediately showing vaguely gay interest towards ash, the mysterious teleporting guy in a suit who violently glitched into a server-wide campfire meeting out of nowhere. (clown: “ooh, who are you~?” ash, who otherwise doesn’t show interest in anyone or anything besides gaining riches: “…where do i know you from?”) (ash: teleports in, kills someone’s pet cat, teleports out. everyone, rightfully: WHAT THE FUCK?! clown: shocked delighted laughter.) (everyone is stuck unable to interact with ash, who keeps ignoring all conversation to ask for valuables. but clown swiftly catches on to ash’s rhythm and uses an emerald to try to bribe ash to follow him & tell him his name, as if ash is a cat. it somewhat works.) (after ash leaves, clown tells the others that he’ll “keep an eye on” the new stranger, who will be “safe in [his] hands”.) i watched this all go down from our beloved ivorycello’s POV [7/1/2023]. anyway uh. hiiii and thank you & all you other regular swagdoonsers on tumblr for the friendly reception :) i’m so excited for lifesteal season five plotlines. for some reason i’ve been Thinking about the intro to season 5 in which everyone gathers around in a circle waiting to start, ash sees this and places himself at the center to make an impromptu dramatic speech LOL, and red is the first to step in with him to tell him to go back to his spot. i’m choosing to imagine this as another instance of the god complex bf with enough power to back it up x the only guy who can rein him in and is bizarrely casual & familiar about it dynamic. ok i’m out ✌️ love you /p

[very long response under the cut]

HI ANON!!! glad that you enjoyed my post and the fic i recced in the tags!!! it’s one of my fav fics and your post Really reminded me of it so!!! i’m glad you enjoyed it!!!!! (loves reccing fics) me when reddoons and loyalty and how it plays into swagdoons . (<- i remember i made a post responding to something i found on lsheadcanons about vampire!ash and human!red that Could be used for a metaphor about swagdoons and loyalty . something something about red Literally fueling ash out of choice)

anyways!! WELCOME TO THE CASINO QUARTET ENJOYER GANG!!!! they r my absolute beloveds, god bless. and you’re SO RIGHT clownzy would do so much pda in public and be all mushy (but in the Worst times possible . i am talking about mushy flirting while they are being chased down by the authorities while ash and red are screaming at them to stop and focus on running away. anyways) but i think?? you’re referring to the trap where branzy is held ransom by purple duo and heh as to get clown to “save” him? but yeah . they’re always so closely associated with each other that even in small things (ex someone in the start of s5 warning someone that branzy “knows a guy” in reference to clown) and since branzy is the “weaker” of the two tbh i’m not surprised if someone holds branzy for ransom again this season (i’ve heard whispers of them teaming up again this season so !!!)

but even though there’s been a lot of acknowledgement by other cc’s, there’s not any. record of someone taking advantage of their relationship yet? like you said the closest thing is the one of them is lying video but like, that video was arguably where swagdoons showed their trust the Most (esp with cheating during spilt or steal . that was SO them) but. yeah the way their relationship is very subtle . there’s no real massive declaration of love but small moments (which. i think why there’s SO many swagdoons clips that r just small gestures but swagdoons enjoyers still go BONKERS over <- big enjoyer of their streams for that reason) (and as a result i associate the song “no big deal (i love you)” by dodie with them . a lot of the one is about not verbally saying i love you but. yk. the love is still there and strong . love that song in general so <3) but Yeah i do also like the idea that clownzy r one of the Only people who see swagdoons be domestic with each other in full . something something about casino quartet being domestic and trusting each other so much here willing to stop all of the facade and be vulnerable with each other

but LMAOOOOO that hardcore stream goes so hard . the bible part 2 caught me so off guard when i watched it like LMAO????? it’s fantastic . also in that same stream zam is like “the bible part 3: ash nd red were walking down the street” and swagdoons are INSTANTLY shutting him down and telling him to stop (this is a recurring thing for some reason apparently zam mentioned swagdoons during vidcon and got hit with a ball i response but also zam did say swagdoons made out in the dennys so ???? idk anymore) but ooooo i didn’t know about clown mentioning swagdoons . maybe i should check that out (i was only skimming through the void so…that is something for me to check out)

and i am watching kemp rn too! except i am only watching from ash’s pov, which is. a time for sure. he has already made a deal with god and figured out how to exploit his glitching thing. but ash WAS looking at clown when he teleported into the campground and defrost was like O_O at clown so. tbh i’m kinda excited to see where they go since they might have a “hold up…do i know you?” moment (and if ur interested there is a fic of them …….clown and ash my beloved) (and here’s the clown and ash meowing clip if you so desire . this clip is the clip of All Time) but hearing what the rest of the conversation with the ksmp members afterwards is INTERESTING when i just watched ash teleport away and go “i hate it here’ LMAOOO ……..that is interesting of clown though……..i wanna see them together more ……like an enclosure

AND S5!!!! i am so excited for s5 of them …..idk who’s pov you watched but in ash’s pov he Did mention wanting to team with branzy, red, and clown SOOOOOOOO ………. <- he also said this last season and that didn’t end up happening . i am going off of copium /silly

but i Do think swagdoons r gonna have a more power dynamic-y relationship this season esp with the whole free market stuff (and at least. according to red’s stream today he Said that lala legion were trying to look for camelot’s old base so…….. eyes emoji. what’s up with that) BUT YEAH!!!! lots fo exciting stuff bc i’ve also heard clownzy might team up again. …….. casino quartet nation is winning

IDK IF ANY OF THOSE RANTS MADE SENSE hopefully i didn’t miss anything and i was. semi on topic BUT !!! YEAH!!!!!! love u 2 anon /p ur asks r lovely :)

#swagdoons #mcytshipping #lsshipping #clownzy #casino quartet #im a lil sleepy rn (just woke up from a nap) but !!! hope this response was good :) i always love asks and talking A Lot so !!!! #and if ur interested i can rec more fics !!! i am like an encyclopedia but for ls fics its kinda funny #and if u wanna send more asks or anything feel free to pick a name or whatever !!! as u can tell i’ve just been using. blockwars anon #but u can pick ur own name is u wish …..be free #and glad you’ve been enjoying swagdoons nation so far !!!! #a lot of people really like ur long posts so !!! glad you feel the same way too #wishing u (and anyone reading this) a good day :) #casino.ask

[bugeyedfreaks]

Slim/Grubber

Brace yourself, anon. This might become your new OTP. 😩

Gettin' The Skinny – Slim/Grubber Crack Drabble

Ace just. Didn’t. Get it.

Well, in a way, he kinda did. Kinda. There were actually many things about his friend Grubber that he couldn’t comprehend, and yet, simultaneously, completely understand. For instance, he could barely begin to get why someone so unbelievably cool hung out with his gang. Not that the Gangreen Gang wasn’t cool– in fact, they were the baddest squad of villains that lived in Townsville– but if he had wanted to, the multi-talented hunchback was spoiled for choice when it came to all of the opportunities at his disposal, the possibilities for worldwide fame and stardom that he could pursue if he so chose, yet he had decided to stick with his pals, living in comparative obscurity here in this dump (in the literal dump that the gang’s hideout resided in, no less).

Not only was Grubber super chill and super competent at a million things, he also happened to be one classy charismatic casanova, a real smooth operator, a total ladies’ man. Ace considered himself to be something of a good-looking guy too, but Grubber? He was on a whole ‘nother level. It seemed like wherever the boys would go, whether it was out to the museum to draw mustaches on all the paintings, or to the convenience store to steal snacks and shove over store displays, Grubber was the one who’d be turning people’s heads, and not just because he was actively committing crimes. It seemed like he had admirers everywhere he went, not that it was any surprise why. 

It’s just that one thing drove Ace crazy… the guy was freakin’ oblivious to it! He could have dated anyone in town he’d wanted, and yet Ace hadn’t seen him go out with a single person once, not even acknowledging anyone who worked up the courage to ask for his number. It didn’t make sense. But tonight, finally, Grubber was dressed up in a suave-looking tux he’d stolen, getting ready to go out with some mystery date he’d recently met, one that he’d been bragging about to the guys all week. Ace just didn’t get how it’d taken him this long to finally meet someone he was just as crazy about as everyone else was for him.

As Grubber preened himself in a broken old mirror on the wall, the rest of the gang sat around a wooden table they’d salvaged from outside their hideout, hanging out and playing cards. Ace leaned back in his chair as he turned to look at his friend, tipping his sunglasses down.

“Ya look fine, Grubber,” he groaned, waving a handful of cards in the air. “Quit fussin’ around and play the game with us for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, man,” Arturo said as he dealt a card on the table. “Sit down. You're already muy guapo. Alright, go fish, Billy.”

“Duh, okay!”

Big Billy drew a card from the stack in front of him, stared at it, and began to laugh uproariously.

“A-huh-huh-huh-huh! Look! This fishy’s wearing a baby bonnet!” Billy turned his card around to show everyone the cartoon illustration on it of a baby fish holding up a huge “4,” and banged his fist on the table while tears streamed from his eye. “Fishies don’t wear no bonnets! A-huh-huh-huh!”

“Ugh!” Snake slapped his cards face down on the table and threw his hands up in the air. “I keep telling you, Billy, you’re not s’posed to show us your cards!”

“But the fishies are so cute,” Billy softly muttered, pouting and rubbing the bottom of his eye as he examined his card again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“The girls?!” Snake yelped, whipping his head towards the front door as he hid behind the back of his chair.

“Chill, Snake. S’probably just Grubber’s hot date.” Ace casually slid out of his chair and headed over to greet whoever had knocked. At the mention of his date, Grubber excitedly jumped, sticking out his tongue and adjusting his bowtie in the mirror a little more anxiously.

Ace opened the door to the hideout, peering into the darkness of the night, the familiar scent of the rotting trash from the dump wafting in from outside. He’d expected to see a tall, slender smokeshow standing in front of him, but instead, he was looking into the eyes of a tall, slender, slimy blue amoeba with a beige hat on. It wasn’t just some ordinary amoeba wearing a hat. Ace knew this guy, and Ace hated this guy. It was Slim from the Amoeba Boys, the stupidest, most pathetic bunch of “bad guys” in all of Townsville: the kind that no self-respecting gang like his would ever want to do anything with.

“Ohhhh, no, no way! Scram, ya freaky petri dish reject!” Ace hollered. He picked up a battered soup can that was near the door and chucked it at him. “Get outta here! We ain’t lettin’ no Amoeba Boys on our turf!”

“What? Nah, hey, stop it! I ain’t stayin’ long!” Slim protested, cowering away from Ace. “I’m here for my date!”

“Your what?”

Grubber brushed past Ace out the door, excitedly spitting as he held a huge bundle of red roses, and hugged Slim tightly. After he’d pulled away, he slicked his pomade-caked hair back and handed Slim the bouquet.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on,” Ace stammered as the rest of the gang got up from their card game and gathered in the doorway, “That’s your date?”

Grubber whirled around and blew a terse raspberry in reply.

“Nah, I ain’t makin’ fun of ya, I just didn’t–”

A slightly angrier, longer raspberry followed, one that Ace raised an eyebrow at.

“No, what’re ya, nuts? I don’t care that he’s a he.” He jabbed a finger at Slim, who shrunk down and began to shiver. “But I do care that’s he’s an Amoeba Boy! Grubber, do you have any idea what this is gonna do to our street cred if word gets out that you’re datin’ one of them? They’re the worst villains in town!”

“Phhbbttt!”

Ace slapped a hand over his forehead and ran it down his face.

“Ya don’t care, do ya?”

“I know what it’s gonna do to my cred!” Slim said, slowly standing upright as he grinned. “No one’ll wanna mess with me an’ the boys now that I’m datin’ one of the baddest villains in town.”

Grubber beamed, standing on his tiptoes and giving Slim a loving kiss on his gooey blue cheek as he wrapped an arm around what Ace assumed were his shoulders.

“I can’t believe it. There’s no way that you’re actually dating this guy,” Snake piped up, giving Grubber a suspicious look. “You told me your date was stacked!”

“Pbbbhhhttt!”

“You said ‘stacking?’”

“Yeah,” Slim nodded. “The boys and I was busy one day stackin’ up oranges that had fallen off one of them carts outside, pretendin’ to help out so’s the greengrocer wouldn’t see us stealin’ one.” He hung his head in shame, frowning. “But it turns out he thought we were helping, so… we never actually got to take nothin’…” Suddenly, he lifted his head back up, eyes beginning to sparkle as his expression brightened. “But that’s when I saw Grubber! It was when youse guys were spray paintin’ the windows of the department store across the street. We got to talkin’, an’ I guess we hit it off… an’ then he asked me out.” He turned to gaze at Grubber, his mouth curving into a wobbly, infatuated smile. “It was love at first sight…”

Grubber responded with a heartfelt splutter, waggling his elongated eyes up and down as Slim gasped and blushed a deep blue color. The rest of the boys stuck out their tongues and groaned.

“Yuck,” Snake shuddered. “Save all that sssssappy sweet talk for your date, man.”

It wasn’t the strongest word he could think of to describe it, but Ace was certainly feeling conflicted. The whole thing was starting to remind him about a dopey movie he’d watched one time on the gang’s busted TV. It was about a guy who wore balloon-shaped pants and tights who fell in love with a hot chick who talked funny (well, all of the actors in the flick talked funny). The two of them were from families who hated each other’s guts, and from what he could remember, the whole thing didn’t end too well. He sighed. Even if he hated those Amoeba Boys, he couldn’t let something like that happen with Grubber. A friend in love was a friend he was going to support, no matter who they’d fallen in love with. 

“Alright, alright,” Ace forced a grin on his face and waved a hand at Grubber and Slim, signaling that it was time for them to head on out. “Sorry Grubber, we get it, you’re bananas for each other. Now go on, get outta here an’ have fun, ya crazy kids.” 

Grubber nodded and took Slim’s gelatinous hand, giving the gang a cheeky wink as he let them know not to wait up for him. The gang wished Grubber well, hooting and hollering and waving after him as he and his date went off to have a wild night out in Townsville together.

“Man…” Ace muttered, leaning against the doorframe as the two of them strolled out of view behind a massive mountain of garbage. “Y’know what, boys? I think we’ve all learned somethin’ tonight.”

“That you can’t judge a book by its cover, boss?”

“That Grubber’s an enigma none of us can even begin to decccccccipher?”

“Duhhhh, that guys from gangs that don’t like each other should still be able to hug and smooch and hold hands without the gangs going to war with one another?”

“Nah.” Ace wearily slid a hand into his pocket, the other grabbing the doorknob.  “We learned that our dear ol’ friend Grubber’s really, really into amoebas. And while I’m happy for the guy…” He began to slowly close the door. “…I kiiiiiinda wish we hadn’t…”

#powerpuff girls #ppg #the gangreen gang #gangreen gang #grubber #skinny slim #this was a crackship request given to me during the witching hours #and it was supposed to a drabble but you know me... writing way too much once again... #hope you enjoy! #gonna add this to my ppg q&a tag... i guess that'll be the general repository for my ''creative'' writing #and by creative i mean cursed #powerpuff q&a #cursed ships

[twigg96]

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

#thank you anon #asks are always open #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse headcanons #pickles fanfic #metalocalypse #thank you for the ask! #dethklok #pickles the drummer

[firefly-sky]

Half fish Gender neutral (afab) reader x Kenny McCormick?? Like, sort of a mermaid but instead of like having a tail they just straight up turn into a fish lol (like they have a tail AND legs, maybe they hide their fish tail under big ass pants or something, also they have gill on their neck and sides)

Sfw pls! I just want some fluff

- 🐡 Anon

of course!!

Kenny McCormick with a FISH!S/O

(kinda took inspiration from Luca-)

You were a sea monster/mermaid type creature

Your family was very strict about not allowing you to the surface because of the dirty humans

But one day, you were washed away by a rather strong current into one of the rivers/streams, thus ending up in South Park

As soon as you got up there, you realized that you were finally above the surface! But instead of flippers and fins…you had hands and feet

Your (F/C) scales were gone and replaced with flesh, which scared the shit out of you at first

But you realized that you still had your tail and the gills on your neck, and you were relieved

(imagine the tail being like-kinda long and thin and ends in what looks like a fish tail)

You didn’t know how to walk yet though and you were gasping for breath

Suddenly, a blonde boy in a parka and a mask approached

”Woah, what the fuck?”

You quickly hid your tail and put your hand over your gills and Kenny raised an eyebrow

”Guys, can you come here?”

And so, after being given a pair of clothes (and a teasing from Cartman for not being able to walk) you were on your way

They hadn’t seen your tail and gills though

You made sure to buy baggy pants and turtlenecks all the time

And soon, Kenny began to develop an interest in your mysterious nature

He often wondered why you never took off your baggy pants and turtlenecks, and why you would avoid water at all costs, and soon he began to wonder what was up with you

So, after one of your evening getaways to the lake, you took off your clothes and went for a swim

As soon as you got out of the water though, Kenny was standing there, mouth agape and eyes so wide the whites were visible all around

“Holy SHIT WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You had to come over and cover his mouth

Once he calmed down enough to be spoken to, you began to explain your case

He was probably your best friend in the group and you began developing feelings for this human

After you explained your case to him, he was sworn to secrecy

…though you two do go for swims a lot-

Late into the night he’ll come out of his house (maybe with Karen, but she was sworn to secrecy too)

And you two will swim for hours together

When he’s without Karen though he likely skinnydips-

One night, the full moon was reflecting on the lake. Kenny was on the sidelines, his feet in the lake, but nothing else. He was just watching you swim and leap around in the water like a dolphin

“God…they’re so beautiful…”

He was known to make suggestive jokes towards you all through your friendship, and now that he was so close to an actual relationship, he could hardly stop himself anymore

“God, I love you…”

You stopped splashing around in the water almost immediately, your cheeks dusted red even through your colored scales as you swam towards him

He smirks and holds your hand as he hugs you closer so you’re practically on top of him

You can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed at you.

”I said I love you, Y/N.”

Thus began your relationship

You two definitely make out underwater

(if you have water bending powers too, kinda just added that in for fun-)

If not, then he likely tugs you to the surface so you’re on top of him and he makes out with you like that

He loves petting your scales and your tail too

Def makes Sharkboy and Lavagirl jokes (calls you Sharkboy/girl/kid)

He loves watching movies like The Little Mermaid and Luca with you

He loves getting spicy on the beach with you too

Overall it’s a great relationship and your secret is safe with him ^^

Until Cartman catches you two

#south park headcanons #requested #🐡 anon #kenny mccormick headcanon #headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x you #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick #kenny #mccormick #south park #south park kenny #south park kenny mccormick #south park headcanon #south park x reader

[inchidentally]

https://x.com/safeforlando/status/1744358599604809910?s=20

so the mystery solved why Lando was in Australia. Overall, it's not a surprise to me. The only thing that will annoy me is that many people will start writing that Lando doesn't want to have anything to do with Oscar apart from the relationship in the team, that he doesn't share his life with him like he does with Daniel or Carlos. Eh.

oh babe he badgered Daniel for this invite like two ?? years ago - before he’d had any relationship to Oscar to even know what they’d be doing winter 2023/24! Lando said on stream right at the end of the season he’s had his winter plans laid out for months <3

and if anyone you see turns friendships into a competition then on the one hand DR is in fact a friend Lando knows better bc they’ve known each other for years now but also take that chance to unfollow or block anyone that stupid bc it���s got to be exhausting viewing adult friendships with middle school takes shsvsjdbnsd

and if anyone’s doing the stupid rpf ship war stuff then it’s worth reminding that DR and Heidi have gone radio silence while they’ve been rumored to basically be engaged lol Lando is DR’s little brother friend visiting

update! anon a diff anon just sent me the link - Lando’s still traveling with Martin ahavsjfbjsbdk tell those ppl that Daniel’s the one third wheeling

#inchreplies #just posting this to kill any of this dead #pls get those types of fans out of your feed babe #I think it was twitter or smth and Lando was like you never invite me ahsvsjbd

[simplydnp]

PJ on his twitch stream today said he spent New Years in London with friends, they played games and sang karaoke

p sure we solved one mystery of Dan and Phil's whereabouts!

Also PJ sang Gay Bar because no one else wanted to take the mic...

anon thank you for telling me! this is how i found out, so i really appreciate you sharing it! i'm glad they got to spend new years with friends, and board games are such a great way to do so. i also adore that they do karaoke as a squad. good vibes all around!

#thank you so much for the update!! #dnp #c.text #answered

[chokingonpoppies]

I have the biggest crush on you . .

thats real sweet but im not allowed ,,, and if im anything its well behaved sooo ,, come off anon though , or dm or something . maybe we can be friends instead !! ( padre will see EVERYTHING dont try being weird or mi familia will have your head in a basket <3333 )

#sorry anon im salem and daddys girl first slash NOT WEIRD DONTHE EIRD XONTBE EEIRD CHAT or i eill KILL YOU ALL #im glad to make friends but ket this serve as a message that i am NOT OPEN TO RELATIONSHIPS #and also that youre all getting surveyed by mi familia heart emoji #yes “youre getting groomed” anon that includes u <3333 / ref #thepublic.mp3 #friend of the stream ;; mystery anon !!

[oldshrewsburyian]

Adrien Brody fascinates me. He's incredibly critically acclaimed. but so underappreciated by the mainstream? Although sometimes his choice of projects can be... very interesting, most of his films are rated at least with a six out of ten.

On another hand, it's great to see a man who acts because he wants to try something new and different. As opposed to going for something popular just because it's popular.

Hello, mysterious Anon! I think of Adrien Brody not only as a very fine actor (obviously) but also as an actor who always does interesting work, so we would seem to be entirely in agreement on several points.

I do have to wonder about how you're defining "the mainstream"; I also wonder, in a broader sense, about how to define a cinematic mainstream in an age over-saturated with streaming. But that larger existential question aside: how narrow or fast-flowing is a mainstream if Adrien Brody is out of it? Yes, he does a lot of relatively small, independent projects (hooray) but he's also an Oscar-winning actor who spends a lot of time working with Wes Anderson. And while I'd certainly call Anderson an auteur (mostly affectionate), I don't think of his films as being niche at all. Maybe this says something about my over-educated millennial friend group.

But anyway, yes, Adrien Brody appreciation society! To your point about his niche projects, I only recently learned that he played Houdini for the History Channel. And despite my well-earned contempt for the History Channel, that is a fascinating prospect to me. Maybe it would be fair to say that many of his projects aren't "mainstream," whatever we mean by that, despite his fame.

#adrien brody #asks and answers #wes anderson #history channel (derogatory) #IS adrien brody underappreciated? #not an adjective i would have thought he was in danger of having associated with his career

[effervescentdragon]

i saw ur tags about the concert and piarles so i thought to prompt you officially? coldplay concert + piarles

this was a long time ago, anon, i hope you're still around and you like this. @sebsrainbowbicycle this one is for you actually, because this one caught my eye now when we were talking and all i could think was fix you and then yellow <3 this is a mess bcs im tired, imma fix it up sometime.

Pierre doesn't remember how old he was when he first heard the song, or what he wore, or where exactly he was. All he knows is that it made him think of Charles.

That shouldn't have been significant, because even then he knew he thought of Charles a lot more than was probably normal, or expected, or okay. Even then he knew that the way he felt about Charles wasn't how he felt about any of his other friends, or his brothers or cousins. So it shouldn't have been significant, really; except that it was, because the whole song was Charles.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed; that was Charles on the racetrack, winning the race but losing the championship, coming out of his kart and trying not to cry, making Pierre wish he was closer so he could hug him.

When you get what you want, but not what you need; that was Charles getting his wins and his podiums, getting to race as much as possible, and being late or being absent from Pierre's or Arthur's or his maman's birthdays because he was off somewhere in Europe in his kart, flying.

Tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can't replace; that was Charles with all the unfairness of the world thrown into his face, losing everything except races; Charles with his red-rimmed eyes and sincere smiles, tearing his chest open to the world, because if he showed his bleeding heart first, it wouldn't be a mystery, and they may leave him alone; Charles with his hands shaking reaching for Pierre and asking for something Pierre was always more than happy to give, until the world shook as much as they did.

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep, stuck in reverse; that was Charles sneaking into Pierre's room in France over the summer, elbows and knees sharp as he burrowed into Pierre's bed, eyes huge and shiny in the night, his breathing uneven as he tried to let go of the adrenaline and the fear and the thoughts in his head and finally fall asleep, holding Pierre's hand in his and gone by next morning like an apparition.

When you love someone, but it goes to waste, could it be worse?; that was Charles in his red team, in his red racesuit and his red car, Charles with his red lips and red dreams and red legacy, Charles with his red trophies and red blisters on his palms, rough against the skin of Pierre's neck and so gentle that it made Pierre want to cry sometimes, but he never did, only brought those hands to his lips and kissed them.

Except the song wasn't only Charles; it was Pierre too.

When you're too in love to let it go; that was Pierre, screaming at Charles to go and reaching for him when he finally did, begging him not to leave, not to go, because Pierre never wanted him to go, no matter how many times Charles crashed into him or said stupid things or didn't understand why Pierre still went down to his knees to pray; Pierre never wanted him to leave because Pierre would always love Charles more than he would hate losing, and that is something that won't ever change.

Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, the whole crowd sings, and the lights shine bright in the night, and Pierre only has eyes for Charles. Charles, who is standing right next to him, and who has tears in his eyes, even though they aren't falling; Charles who is singing along, his lips quirked in a small smile; Charles whose hand is so close to Pierre's, he feels it burn; Charles, who is so beautiful, Pierre still can't believe it sometimes, and who wears his victories and defeats with a dignity that Pierre admires, especially since he is the only one who sees him when he is stripped of all of it and finally sincere and true, and loves him either way.

But if you never try, you'll never know just what you're worth; that was Pierre, looking at the phone in their bed, his hands shaking, his lip trembling as Charles lay with his head on Pierre's thigh and said nothing when Alpine called, only smiling softly, shyly, proudly and kissing Pierre's thigh before he left the room to give Pierre some privacy; that was Pierre, all those years ago, reaching for Charles when Charles snuck into his bed once again, not a kid anymore, and finally asking for what he barely allowed himself to think about, and having Charles climb into his lap immediately and finally kiss him like the world didn't exist outside his room in France, and it didn't in that moment, nor in any following moment when it was only two of them alone together.

Charles moves his hand closer to Pierre's as the applause roars, and his pinky finger hooks into Pierre's. Pierre feels the ring on Charles' finger hit his own ring, and imagines hearing the sound which he's heard a million times before, every time he intwined Charles' fingers with his, on planes under the blankets, on the couch as they watched a movie, in bed as he was leaning over Charles, holding his hands above his head.

"And I will try to fix you," Pierre mouths, and Charles' smile widens, because they both know some things aren't meant to be fixed; some things are as they are, not good and not bad, just are, and those things they both choose to accept over and over, and it's never a hardship that isn't worth it in the end.

Another song starts, and they stare at each other for a moment, before Pierre grins, and Charles blushes, because this one; this song is all Pierre, and still all about Charles.

'Look at the stars, look how they shine for you,' everyone sings, and Charles' eyes shine as brightly as the sun, and Pierre mouths "You know I love you so," and Charles nods, and doesn't look away, only squeezes Pierre's finger tighter, their rings aligned, as close as possible.

#this is a mess im sorry im extremely sleepy but i couldnt sleep till i got it out #piarles #this is disgustingly soft and diabetes inducing #fuck it #dee i love you a lot #f1 rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites

[theflyingfeeling]

I have to agree with the last Anon. Something is off with Niko and it worries me. I mean he is more introverted than the others, but gets extroverted when he needs too. I see a lot of myself in him. I love going out with friends and organizing stuff or represent my group, but after it I need sometime for myself to recharge my batteries. And I need time at home to unwind and process everything. I am just worried that everything is just to much for him. Maybe he puts on a brave face, does his job and represents the band but takes every break he can get to recharge his batteries. I mean the tour wasn't planed. The boys them self said that the summer was stress enough and they need a break. I hope this tour will be the last for this year!

(Sorry for the unorganized rant/vent. This had been bugging me for days and I needed this to get off my chest. Here, have a cookie as a thank you for listening to me 🍪)

Just gonna hide my answer behind a read-more, because it's just my irrelevant interpretation and I feel exposed all of a sudden 😂

As I said in the reply to that anon ask, I'm gonna have to just 🤷‍♀️ with this one because I haven't noticed much, apart from the lack of social media presence in Niko's part. He seemed alright the day before they left to the States when he was on live national TV with Joel tasting spicy bell peppers, but who's to say he hadn't just put on a brave face for that too? We just can't know

I do think the fact that The HU support gig came as a bit of a surprise (at least that's what I gathered from Aleksi's streams) is something to be taken into consideration here; I really hope they've kept to that principle of 'only doing something if every single guy in the band agrees to it' Joel talked about in that podcast just a while ago. Which I have no reason to doubt; I mean, it would be pretty awful if they left on tour when some of the guys would've rather stayed at home because x-y-z, but I don't think they'd do that to each other. Then again, someone might feel hesitant saying 'no' if all the others want to accept the offer, and pressurred by disappointing the others they'd say 'yes' even if they're not 100% into the idea 🤷‍♀️ Touring is part of their job, and I'm certain each and every one of them is committed to their goals of world domination, but at the same time I wouldn't blame them if some of them wanted to just chill for a little while, because supposedly they're gonna play lots of shows next year as well, and although they may have had less shows this year in comparison to 2022, the travelling they've done especially during the past summer must have been tiring, so I do sympathize if flying across the Atlantic to spend another four weeks far away from home seems a little less tempting this time around (and what a hassle that flight was too 💀)

I also hope there was no clash of opinions regarding whether or not this tour would advance their goals the way they'd hope or anything of that sort, but again, if that was the case, I want to believe they would've talked it through. These guys have known each other for ages (especially the original five), so I like to think they all can and will open their mouth and say something if something's not alright with them, or that the others would notice if someone's not acting themselves

Of course, on a personal level, they all might behave differently in such situations. I must say Niko's still a bit of a mystery to me regarding his personality, so I'm hesitant to say what kind of behaviour would be in-/off-character for him 🤔 However, I want to believe he makes sure he gets his time to recharge on and off tour, and the same goes for all of them really. Remember that time Niko did a morning TV interview alone when Joel had suffered from insomnia the night before? They're a band of brothers, so I'm sure they'll support each other and step in when needed so that no one has to "put on a brave face" and overwork themselves into exhaustion ❤️ (obviously no one could replace Niko during a show etc. but you know what I mean 😂)

#kitchen psychology with theflyingfeeling

[mimomentomori]

i completely agree with your take on the sequels and how it failed to tell a cohesive narrative compared to the two trilogies that came before it. i'm interested to know your extended take on it if you plan on sharing them :)

Sure thing Anon!

Disclaimer: This is purely disorganized stream of thought, and while I will do my best be objective as possible inevitably someone will disagree with me so- here we go. I'll be going through each trilogy and their story structure along with some brief character insights and production analysis. Let's see how brief I can be...

ORIGINAL TRILOGY

As I mentioned in my previous post HERE, the OT follows the storytelling formula of a classic hero's journey. When writing the OT, George Lucas referenced The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Jospeh Campell, a book published in 1949 which goes through classic myths and breaks down the journey the heroes of those stories embark on to bring back a 'boon.' An excerpt from the intro of the book reads as follows;

A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.

Look familiar?

In the OT, the influence of this statement can be clearly seen through Luke's story. Originally, the OT was meant to be one film but as Lucas wrote he realized the story was so grand it had to be split into three segments.

In A New Hope, Luke ventures into the 'region of supernatural wonder' that is the galaxy and begins to learn about the Force. In Empire, he faces 'fabulous forces' and finally achieves a 'decisive victory' in Return of the Jedi, mastering the Force aka the 'boon' of Star Wars, and brings peace to the galaxy after years of civil war.

The pattern that Campell outlined has been re-contextualized and articulated by many storytelling 'gurus' including British screenwriter John Yorke. Yorke, in his book Into the Woods (a personal favorite of mine in terms of storytelling guides), breaks down stories and films into Five Acts.

These five acts were modeled after Elizabethan era plays that were written in five acts in order to align with the burning of time of candles used to light the theatres at the time. In storytelling, these five acts are as follows;

ACT ONE: Call to Action ACT TWO: Initial Objective Achieved ACT THREE: Midpoint ACT FOUR: Things start to go wrong ACT FIVE: Victory or Defeat

With the OT, the story can be broken down as such.

ACT ONE and TWO: A New Hope- Luke comes into contact with a pair of droids carrying a message from Princess Leia and meets with Obi-Wan, an old Jedi who begins to teach him the ways of the Force. At first, Luke is reluctant to leave until the evil Empire kills his family and he has no choice but to go. Teaming with a pair of rogues, the group goes to save the princess, losing Obi-Wan but eventually culminating in our hero, Luke, destroying the Death Star.

Luke received the call to action and the initial objective was achieved upon the destruction of the Death Star.

ACT THREE and beginning of FOUR: Luke is summoned by the ghost of his former mentor to seek out a new teacher on Degobah. After helping the rebels escape the Empire, Luke goes to train with this new master. However, the Empire is hunting him and his friends and eventually he leaves his training to go save his friends once he learns they are in danger. He fights Darth Vader, but loses his right hand and learns the horrifying truth that Vader is actually his thought-to-be deceased father. Meanwhile, his best friend Han Solo is frozen in carbonite and taken to Jabba's Palace by the bounty hunter Boba Fett. Our heroes narrowly escape and plan their next moves.

Luke's story continues onwards to reach the midpoint of training to use the force and eventually deciding to abandon his training to save his friends. This is where things start to go wrong and our heroes are left at their lowest point.

End of ACT FOUR and ACT FIVE: Luke returns as a more proficient Jedi Knight and together with Leia and his friends, they save Han from Jabba the Hutt. Afterwards, Luke returns to Degobah just in time to watch his mentor pass away, but not before learning that he has a twin sister, Leia. He meets again with his friends and they along with the rebellion plan to destroy the new Death Star alongside the Emperor. This proves to be a trap and Luke ends up captured. All hope seems lost until the arrival of unlikely allies (I am an Ewok defender to my last breath) turns the tide and the Death Star is hit with the final blow. Luke overcomes his anger and the Emperor's influence, resisting torture until Vader briefly returns to the Light Side long enough to save and reconcile with Luke before passing.

The galaxy celebrates the victory while Luke remains as the Last Jedi, destined to pass on what he had learned (remember this).

In a later date, I might go into detail further and break down each trilogy in a separate post but this will be looking at the trilogies has a whole story/myth. Because that's what the beauty of Star Wars is compared to other stories of a similar genre; Lucas once described Star Wars as a 'space fantasy' opposed to 'Science Fiction' because at the heart of it, in order to understand the scope of the Star Wars universe you have to look at it like a myth. If you told Star Wars and took out all of the SciFi elements and instead made it a medieval fantasy, it would still be recognizable as Star Wars. Luke is our triumphant hero, guided by a wizened mentor in Obi-Wan and later Yoda to face the evil Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine, aided by the literal Princess Leia and his rougish/comedic friends Han, Chewie, Lando, C3PO and R2D2.

These are characters that we see in so many films and stories, from The Wizard of Oz to Indiana Jones to Shakespeare's plays.

So, what about the Prequals?

PREQUAL TRILOGY

If Luke's story follows the hero's journey, then Anakin's story follows a tragedy. Instead of becoming better/stronger by the end of the story, it ends instead with the metaphorical 'death' of Anakin Skywalker and the birth of Darth Vader and the Empire. Thus, setting up the main conflict for Luke's story.

The Phantom Menace works similarly to A New Hope in that we are introduced to our hero Anakin through the eyes of a younger Obi-Wan. Additionally, we see a glimpse of the world before the events of the OT where the Jedi were abundant and revered while the Republic struggled to maintain order in the galaxy in the wake of a civil war. The Jedi Order is not without its flaws however, which warrants it's own separate post, and these flaws play a part in its own downfall and that of Anakin's. When we meet Anakin, he is believed to be the 'Chosen One' and brought into the Jedi Order after the end of Phantom to be trained despite the Jedi Council stating his emotions are too unstable. Thus, he is brought up with the idea that he is special and capable of anything as long as he follows this path.

This mindset continues to build until he reaches his midpoint aka the point of no return in Attack of the Clones, where he loses his mother and kills the Sandpeople in anger. That in itself is a betrayal of the Jedi Code and immediately it breaks him once he realizes what he's done. By the end of AoC he loses an arm in a parallel to how he himself would do to his son in Empire and prepares to fight in the Clone Wars, marrying Padme in secret.

I'm only looking at the main films of the Skywalker saga so I won't be covering the Clone Wars tv series.

By the time Revenge of the Sith starts, Anakin is a well-known Jedi general in the Republic army dubbed 'the Hero with No Fear.' This of course proves to be false once Padme reveals that she is pregnant and he starts to have visions of her and their child's deaths. Anakin is desperate to save Padme while remaining a part of the Jedi, thus revealing the crux of his downfall; his fatal flaw.

A fatal flaw is a trait in tragic heroes that will ultimately lead to their downfall/death. The best example of this, following Shakespeare and the Five Act Structure once more, is in Hamlet. In Hamlet, the titular character is obsessed with revenge against his Uncle, who he finds out murdered his father to take the throne and his mother as Queen. The flaw, Hamlet's anger and obsession with vengence, leads to not only his own death but the death of his friends and allies; Ophelia, is sweetheart, is driven mad by his sudden cruelty and drowns herself. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, his friends, are sent to their deaths in place of himself. His mother consumes poison meant for him. His uncle is defeated, but at what cost?

Going back to Anakin, his fatal flaw is coincidentally the very things that the Jedi warned were aligned with the Dark Side of the Force. Anger and Possessiveness. (I have my own arguments about this but this again requires another post and a bit more research on my part). This flaw allows Palapatine, the Chancellor of the Republic, to exploit Anakin's feelings and turn him against the Jedi, promising to save Padme.

Ultimately, Anakin falls to the Dark Side and rises again as Vader. The tragedy is heighted with Order 66 and the destruction of the Jedi Order. It is only through Obi-Wan's victory that a glimmer of hope remains for the future of the galaxy, witnessing the birth of the twins Luke and Leia. However, Anakin/Vader's anger proves to be what causes Padme's demise, choking and weakening her so she dies shortly after giving birth (highly implied to be the work of Palpatine using her life to save Vader's after he is left for dead on Mustafar). At the end of RoS, believing Padme's death to be his fault, Anakin is 'killed' and only Vader remains.

The tragedy is complete... until Anakin is revived briefly to fulfil his destiny as the Chosen One, defeating the man who manipulated him and almost killed his son in front of him. Anakin is accepted into the Force once more, appearing as a Ghost in the form he was before his fall as shown in later editions of RotJ.

When it was released, the PT was received with lukewarm reactions by the established fandom, criticizing dialogue, acting, and actor chemistry. Granted, some dialogue choices are awkward and throw off the pacing but, in terms of story structure it told an original story set in the same universe that we have come to know well and crafted more tragic context to one of film's most terrifying villains.

So... where did the Sequel Trilogy fall short?

SEQUEL TRILOGY

Again, I want to reiterate, I do not hate the sequel trilogy. I just don't understand or feel strongly for the story choices made to tell this story. Because, they didn't tell much of an original story in my opinion.

It's first weakness is that the sequels couldn't seem to choose who their hero was in the first film. The Force Awakens opens with seeing attack by the new villainous force, the First Order, through the eyes of one its Stormtroopers. It's through his eyes we see a resistance pilot captured and taken for information (hang on, where have we seen this?) about the location of the resistance base and, after witnessing the horrors that the First Order commits, desides to free the pilot, Poe and escape together.

Instead, they crash on Jakku, a desert planet, and he meets the orphan Rey-

Wait, why does this sound familiar?

Rey and the newly-dubbed Finn team up to get BB8 back to the resistance and meet Han (who has returned back to his ruffian ways...) and then Rey learns that she has a connection to the Force- wait, what?

By now I'm hoping you're realizing that once you strip away the smaller details The Force Awakens and A New Hope are basically the same stories with similar characters but slightly different wrapping paper. This continues throughout the entire trilogy with story beats such as the First Order destroying the Coresant system with a... giant... planatary sized... space station... and even copying shot-for-shot moments such as Rey and the ST antagonist Kylo Ren/Ben Solo in the elevator in The Last Jedi, with the hero insisting there is still good in the villain- sound familiar?

Because of these obvious similarities (and my AuDHD brain working constantly to find more of these patterns), my immersion in the story is broken because in a way I already know what's going to happen. There's little mystery or stakes for the consumer. By the end of Empire and in certain points of the end of Return, the audience feels the stakes rise and wonder how if possible, our heroes will come out triumphant? In the Prequals, despite already knowing the outcome, we come to know Anakin the Jedi and still root for him to make the right choice... even if we know that it is impossible.

With the sequels, there are no believable stakes that make us (or at least myself) care for these new characters.

Additionally, there is a swirl of controversy around the ST's treatment of the older characters. Namely, that of Luke Skywalker.

I will admit, I feel a great deal of frustration over the direction they decided to take Luke post OT. This is, largely in due to the fact that Return of the Jedi is my personal favorite of the Skywalker Saga (has been since I was six) and in my adult years I've come to appreciate the subtle struggles Luke faces between being with his friends and choosing isolation in order to protect them, ultimately going back to his friends after giving his father a burial. That ending was a satisfying one.

Then, the sequels just... undid that. We see a Luke who is broken and has rejected the Jedi he once seemed to strive to aspire to be in some form, and failed to do the one thing Yoda asked him to do- to pass on what he had learned.

Granted, from a certain point of view (heh), one can understand why Luke would choose isolation once he was pushed too far. The amount of unresolved trauma this man had to glance over in his pursuit of the Jedi could fill a Victor Hugo sized book. Seeing it on screen however, and after learning of a half-developed idea about why he did so, takes away from the impact I'm sure Rian Johnson was trying to achieve.

A lot of the original characters received a similar treatment, going back on most of their major character developments in the wake of an unseen tragedy in the form of Ben's fall to the Dark Side, the destruction of a fledgling New Jedi Order, and the rise of the First Order. We only see glimpses and brief flashbacks of what happened, with multiple points of view making the narratives unreliable and leaving most of the details up to interpretation.

It doesn't help that Ben's fall and subsequent redemption feels shallow and unbelievable. We are never given a full picture to the events leading to the fall, and it is made clear too soon that his 'fall' isn't really a complete seduction to the Dark Side as we see in other Sith Lords shown thus far. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is meant to be an borrowed idea of the defunct Legends canon character Jaycen Solo, whose fall we witness over multiple events and books. The BBEG reveal of a resurrected Palpatine being the man behind the curtain (again) was also borrowed from Legends.

Which, considering the Mouse declared the Legends timeline noncanon (not that they ever were technically) feels a bit like the Mouse cherry picked some details, shuffled the deck of cards with the story structures of the OT, dumped a load of nostalgia on top and sprinkled a few crumbs of original ideas to create the sequels.

On top of that, the sequels spent a great deal of time focusing on the relationship between Rey and Kylo/Ben and their role as a Force Dyand- an aspect that immediately becomes useless in their final confrontation against Palpatine in Rise. The 'romance' between them and Ben's redemption feels murky, Ben only finally putting his Sith persona to rest after hallucinating his non-Force Sensitive father (whom he killed in Awakens in a reflection of how Vader killed Obi-Wan) forgiving him.

That is, after Rey fatally stabbed him and then healed him. Not long after than his redemption is cut off when he dies, healing and sharing a kiss with Rey which on paper reads as sweet but leaves an ashy taste in the mouth.

((Disclaimer: this could also be my grey-aroace senses talking))

Because of this, the spiritual message at the end of The Rise of Skywalker, where Rey takes on the Skywalker name despite her blood-ties to Palpatine (which is also never fully explained) falls flat in the greater context of things. While a beautiful ending shot and a symbolic end to the Skywalker saga, it lacks the catharsis that the previous trilogies give at the end of their respective third films.

((Anyone who says Rey isn't a Skywalker feel free to scroll away, there's no need for that toxicity here))

Here are some details that the sequels do nicely, to end on a more positive note:

I do love and appreciate the message it leaves, that one's name and blood do not decide one's family which has been the heart of Rey's conflict throughout her story and seeing her find solace in a name that she feels best defines her, is a comfort.

The entire sequence in the throne room where Kylo kills Snoke. That was a brilliant twist that flipped the script, and the resulting battle with Rey and Kylo, Light and Dark, fighting against the Knights was spectacular visually and story-wise.

Even when Kylo reaffirmed his position with the Dark after that battle, for me that was his most believable moment as a villain in this series.

Rose Tico in The Last Jedi, I do wish they did her justice in Rise.

I actually kind of wished they didn't restore C3PO's memories, his sacrifice would have been a heart-wrenching end to this character as we know it but the scene before was touching still.

Finn's origins and his journey to find his identity after the First Order- this would have only been made better if he was confirmed to be Force Sensitive and, if they made him more of an active hero opposed to someone who was constantly running away from his past.

Leia- God Rest the Soul of Carrie Fischer. In the wake of loss, she laced up her boots and stepped right back into General Organa. Out of all the old favorite characters, hers was the only one I felt grew beyond the end of the OT instead of jumping back to an earlier point in her character development to let other characters take her place.

So, yeah that about wraps up my thoughts on the story structure of the Skywalker Saga. This is not a bash or drag of any film in any measure, merely my own personal observations and feelings regarding the effectiveness of each trilogy. Some, are better than others.

I would love to go into further detail but that requires a lot more planning and less stream of consciousness on my part.

ONE LAST THING: The over all fandom reception of the sequels was shameful and needs to be addressed. Actors bullied off social media or shelved due to r/acism and s/exism in the community and industry is a wretched practice and needs to stop. This stretches back to the prequels too, with the fandom reactions and subsequent actions towards Hayden Christensen and Jake Lloyd being absolutely repulsive. Fans and audiences attacking actors online for how their characters were written is a ridiculous practice that needs to be called out and addressed. We need to do better and separate that sector of fandom away from the main stream.

At the end of the day, this is just a story from a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

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prompt: Royalty au

Ancient One is Stephen’s mother (adopted/biological) and is ruler of Karma Taj. Stephen has to get married but his identity is always hidden by a veil or a fan he carries. The Ancient One believes that Stephen should be married to someone who makes him happy. So people try and come across the world to see if they can win the approval of Stephen. However TAO hasn’t realised but Stephen already found someone who makes him happy and that Stephen revealed his face to someone.

(If it isn’t obvious it’s the craftsman/blacksmith/knight Tony)

Sorry if this is confusing T-T

Thank you for the lovely prompt, anon! I initially wanted this to be a short n sweet oneshot, probs 2k and 3k max, but well. Whoops. These idiots decided to make their own decisions, so I guess it's a multichap now! 

Special thanks to @stopcallingmeoutfr , who not only is willing to beta read this fic regardless of not being in the fandom, but is also willing to keep up with my horrible plotting and monstrous writing. You're the best, man. 

Anyway, updates are weekly, every Thursday (or whenever I remember to. I make no promises). 

Enjoy! 

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Of Magic and Love

Chapter 1: Butterflies

The light streaming through the curtains shifted from the red and orange hues of the sunset to the calming blue light of the moon, streaming through the cracks of the windows and landing on the rumpled sheets of the chamber's empty bed. Soft laughter can be heard echoing gently around its walls, its source coming from the balcony where a prince and a blacksmith spoke under the moonlight. 

"Let me show you something, Anthony," he spoke, his voice filled with excitement. Tony looked in rapt attention as the prince held out his hand, and a swirling light of blue began at the tips of his fingers. It shone brighter than that of the moon, and soon, fluttered a blue butterfly that crawled across Stephen's palm. 

"Beautiful," Tony muttered, in awe at the butterfly that seemed to emanate a gentle glow. It flapped its wings into the night air, disappearing into the night. Stephen grinned, a smile that made crinkles form in the edges of his eyes. He conjured some more butterflies from his palm, letting them burst out in a series of flutters. 

A single butterfly flew around the blacksmith, making him turn in a circle to keep eyesight at the beautiful creature, before it decided to land on the tip of his nose. Tony heard soft laughter from beside him, and the moment he flickered his eyes and caught sight of Stephen, his breath caught in his throat, almost as if it were knocked out of his chest. 

The moonlight shone across his features, a slight flush forming on his high cheekbones from the cold of the night air. He was laughing softly beneath his knuckles, and his shoulders shook with it. 

"Beautiful," Tony repeated. The butterfly on his nose fluttered away, joining its friends. 

His warm brown eyes gazed into Stephen's, the swirling shades of green, blue, grey, and a tint of brown in his eyes never failing to enrapture him. It was like looking over the expanse of the deep ocean, where secrets and mysteries of the sea lay beneath, awaiting to be discovered.

The prince had only shown him his face a few days ago, and Tony had cherished every single chance he had to look at it. It was an honour, a show of trust, something no other person – well, no other person like him – has ever had the fortune of seeing. And Tony was forever grateful for it. 

The beauty of his face was nothing like he's ever seen before – the gentle upturn of his lips when he smiled, setting butterflies fluttering inside his stomach, the little crease between his eyebrows whenever he frowned, the little crook of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones that could cut glass… Stephen Strange had an assortment of odd features, yet blended together so well. His beauty was, undeniably, none like the other. It was captivating, luring Tony to the man. 

But just as soon, the little bubble that formed between the two of them at that balcony was disturbed by a knock that came from the door. 

"Your royal highness, the Sorceress Supreme requests your presence." A voice from the door came, and Stephen scrambled for his veil. Tony hurried to drop off the balcony, climbing down the branches of a tree he used to get up. 

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, whispering the words, but loud enough for the prince to hear. 

Stephen turned around to catch Tony's eyes, and even through the veil, the way his eyes sparkled with a twinkle told him that a smile had formed on his face. 

"Same time tomorrow." Stephen said, before he turned over his heels and stalked towards the door. 

He straightened his clothes and readjusted his veil, clearing his throat before placing his hand on the door handle to slowly pull it open. With a curt nod, the guard in front of him led Stephen through the carpeted hallway, down the swirling staircase, and into the main tower where the throne room was at. Sat on the throne was The Ancient One, who stood upon Stephen's arrival and stepped forward towards him.

"My prince," she greeted. 

"Mother," Stephen replied, giving a bow. 

The Sorceress Supreme returned it with a gentle nod. 

"Such a lovely evening, isn't it?" 

"Yes, I believe so." 

She nodded again, and then clasped her hands together. 

"Well then, I believe I shall just get to the point." 

Stephen nodded, shifting in place. 

"I have decided that it is time for you to take the throne," she said, and Stephen's previous composure gave way to that of surprise, evident from the widening of his eyes and the raise of both his eyebrows. 

The Ancient One gave a light chuckle. "It was bound to happen, eventually. It's not that I'm dying or anything, dear. I just felt it was better to… speed things up" 

Stephen gave a sigh of relief at that, but some tension still lingered in his shoulders. He knew it wasn't just that. 

"But," The Ancient One said, holding up a finger, "in order for you to claim the throne, I wish to have you married. To have someone as a companion to lead the kingdom of Kamar Taj together." 

"Married?" Stephen asked. 

The chuckle that came from his mother was unexpected. "Yes, married." 

Stephen gave a frown. 

"I have, in fact, gathered a few individuals from outside the kingdom that might be compatible for you. Some even wish to merge our kingdoms together," She said, her smile growing at every word, "isn't that such wonderful news? They have agreed to come gather in the very room we are standing in right now, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Stephen exclaimed, the initial shock giving way to anxiety. "Why have you just told me now, mother?" 

The Ancient One gave him a look. It was that look Stephen had never understood, the one that looked so innocent yet held such power, one that made his skin tingle and his insides churn, sending his mind into a swirling mass of panic. It was as if she were staring right through him and revealing every secret of his being, leaving him bare and vulnerable beneath her eyes. 

"Tomorrow." She said instead, a little smirk playing across her lips. She walked away without another word. 

Left standing alone in the throne room, – aside from the guards standing behind the double doors – Stephen gave a frustrated exhale. 

Tomorrow, her voice echoed in his mind. 

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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