#his grumpy expression is everything 😂

[magalidragon]

we will always have the weirwood tree | a Things We Left Behind AU | teaser

Broken men break women. Jon Snow was broken. And Daenerys Targaryen was beautiful.

Happy Birthday @youwerenevermine !

This is the long awaited Lucian x Sloane AU. It had everything you love and more. Enemies-to-Lovers, Grumpy x Sunshine, second chance romance, feral Jon, badass Dany….WE LOVE IT ALL!

As I have already said I didn’t finish the first chapter and decided to go all in and just give you the full 10k smut chapter 😂 But until then, here’s a big teaser.

LOVE YOU BESTIE AND HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!!! 🥳 🎂 🎉 🎈 🎁 💕

Super sneak peek after the cut!

Jon took a deep breath and opened the door, unfolding himself from the Range Rover. A blast of frigid air pushed his coat back and he reached up to anxiously push back some of his unruly black curls. He didn't mind the cold; it suited him. He ignored buttoning up his coat and strode down the drive, crossed the yard, entered the godswood on one side, and went around the massive weirwood tree-- ignoring the worn branches that stepladdered up to the bay window that looked directly at his childhood bedroom-- out the back gate and around the edge of the house to the front porch.

He didn't even have his knuckles lifted to knock on the door when it exploded open and a silver-haired, elegantly coiffed man flew out, smacking into him. "Jon!"

"Vis," Jon sighed, patting the man's back. Vis was older than him by at least seven years, but there were times where he behaved far younger. He figured that he'd be a mess. Vis was never one to handle anything rationally or professionally. He carefully extricated himself while at the same time turning Vis around and marching him into the house. "You made it in alright?"

Vis wiped at his eyes, nodding. "Yes, the plane was a bloody nightmare, they wouldn't even bump me from business to first class, can you believe it? I didn't even get a lie-flat seat on the flight!"

"Sorry to hear, call me next time I would have had my plane get you."

A set of pale lilac eyes widened greedily, even through the grief etched on his thin, pointed face. "Oh? Well I will do that." He beckoned him into the house. "Come on in. We ordered pizza, but mine is without carbs."

Jon didn't even know what that was supposed to look or taste like. Ash, he expected, and he politely declined, holding his hand up even as Vis was trying to offer him a slice. "No thanks, I already ate."

A cool, icy voice floated down from the staircase behind him. "Don't you know Viserys, vampires don't eat actual food. He only drinks the blood of innocents."

<i>And there she was.</i>

He didn't even need to turn around. In fact, he thought if he did, his knees would either give out because of the intense <i>want</i> she invoked within him. Or he'd snap and say something he would regret because of the intense <i>fury</i> she also invoked in him. There had been no one in his life who could make him swing from emotion to emotion on either side of the pendulum except for her.

<i>Daenerys Targaryen</i>

Dany, to her friends. Satan's Majesty to him.

He held his breath, turning his head a fraction to glance at her, a bemused expression settling on his face. Tonight she wore fuzzy pink dragon slippers on her tiny feet, a pair of dragon scale-like leggings in vibrant purple, and an oversized Winterfell High Track and Field sweatshirt that had seen better days, the dark gray wolf mascot on the front almost white from so many washes. Her silver hair, the same shade as her brother's, was bound up in a variety of braided knots, some of it left loose to cascade over her shoulders. There were a few faded pink drinks within it, probably a remnant from an All Hallow's Eve costume a couple weeks ago.

Unlike her brother, her eyes were more vivid, lavender with a flame held over them. It matched the fire that was always bubbling under her surface, unleashed whenever she felt passionate about something. Which happened more often than not.

Daenerys was nothing, if not passionate.

Especially for the ones she loved.

And he hated her for it.

It was that same passion that betrayed him.

And he couldn't forgive that. Jon Snow <i>never</i> forgave and he <i>never</i> forgot.

Plus, she was the epitome of Before. And the reason for After.

The funny thing was, Dany frgave and forgot either. It made for some awkward encounters over the years. Encounters which always left him aching, wanting, sometimes <i>begging</i> for more. Things he had suppressed in himself over the years. Weaknesses. Failures. It was why he never came back here if he could help it and when he did, he tried to always avoid the house beside the weirwood tree.

Yet it seemed he'd been here more often than he ever had before, checking on things...on people. On Aemon.

Now Aemon was gone. But he as here, wasn't he? That's all Aemon could have hoped for at this rate. Even if he never had understood why his beloved great-niece and his beloved...whatever the fuck Jon was suddenly couldn't bear to be in the same room as each other without tearing each other's throats out.

He nodded to her. "Your majesty." He affected a fake bow, exaggerated and theatrical. He straightened, smirking at her, pushing down the surge of attraction. It seemed his body— notably his cock— had never received the memo that Daenerys Targaryen was off limits. She was the bane of his existence. She was the most obnoxious, annoying, infuriating, and downright ridiculous person he had ever met.

As she walked by, the top of her head barely at his eyesight, she scowled at him, giving him the finger. Her nails were purple with smiley faces on them. He hated them. "Fuck off, why are you even here? Vis, you know when you invite vampires into the house they can come in whenever they want."

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKA!!!!! #🥳 🎂 🎉 🎈 🎁 😘 #Lucian x Sloane AU #feral Jon is on his way! #fic teaser #things we left behind au

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Friday Everyone! Lets dive into our next ep.

1x05 'The Round-up'

Tim being excited about the round-up is actually pretty cute. He’s like a kid in a candy store. There’s an excited spark there it’s adorable. This clearly means a great deal to him. Shock surprise Tim Bradford is competitive. Who would've thunk?

Lucy is about to see the extent Tim is willing to go in order to win this competition. She's about to see a side to Tim she hasn't experienced yet. First would be his incredibly competitive side. She's about to see how serious he takes this. Second is a side that shocks her. Him being super nice and flirty with someone. Her reaction to seeing this is priceless. She has no idea who this person is with Nell but its not Tim LOL

Tim is giving it his all to Nell. Laying it on super thick. Lucy’s face as Tim flirts with her. I’m dying. She’s like who are you? And what have you done with Tim Bradford? Melissa's facial expression is killing me 😂 She must feel like she is on another planet while Tim works his magic.

Naturally she was quick to be on his ass about keeping it fair. Never misses a beat with him. Cracks me up. Always ready to speak her mind with him, this time she backtracks wasn't worth it to hang out in the drunk tank haha He's ready to do anything and everything to win this whether she's on board or not.

Even though she’s not supposed to be his ‘Pollyanna’ that doesn't stop her from bringing up Nell. She knows what he’s doing is wrong. Using his charm and good looks to get what he wants from her. He clearly thinks it’s harmless... Where she knows what he’s doing isn’t ok. She's doing more than just a 'Favor' Timothy and you know it.

He's always so defensive when's she’s calling him on his shit. Lucy has his number and he's still not used to it. So naturally he shuts down the convo before it can go any further. Goes right back into hard ass T.O. mode. Its a default for him when he's not wanting to deal with something with her. That tough love coming out in lieu of continuing with Lucy's line of questioning.

I couldn't find a gif set of the DUI call they get. But its a good scene for them. You see Lucy questioning Tim and his motives. Their suspect has been impaled and bleeding out. Tim reading his rights just until he about passes out. He demands to get a blood sample before he's loaded into the ambulance. Tim claims to get him in a jail cell and not to lose evidence.

She is wondering if he was trying to get their suspects blood because they should or because it was good for their score. When the man was bleeding out in front of them. It clearly shakes her when he tells her their suspect doesn't get a pass just because he got a boo-boo. Then tells her to put their score on the board once they get the blood. Which is conflicting her further. She’s not sure why he’s pushing so hard to win this thing.

They go to lunch after where Nolan only serves to piss her off LOL She’s clearly grumpy in the shop after her lunch talk with Nolan. So Tim tries to engage her and talk about the DUI they had. Reminding her that what they did was the right thing. That its their job pretty or not. It's all about ‘maintaining perspective.’ Right before they get their next call about a armored truck being stolen.

Her throwing his words right back at him shortly after they get this call is primo. I’ll always love how Lucy calls him on his crap no hesitation whatsoever. He tries to deter her with 'tough love' and all it does is spurn her on. I love their dynamic so much. She refuses to be anything but herself with him. Speaking her mind even when he clearly doesn't know what to do with it.

Naturally he replies defensively cause he’s not used to a worthy opponent like her. She returns fire with him no matter what. That part of their relationship is so key to them. Her challenging him. There was an article where Eric said ‘Lucy returns fire with care. ‘ 100% what she does. She's not afraid to fight this man who's clearly made other rookies tremble. He’s definitely never experienced this with any other rookie.

I love Talia and Angela rigging the competition for him. Their secret way of showing him they care, and know what this means to him. It's obvious to Lucy there is an emotional component to this for him. She just doesn't understand why. It's why she jumps in on the conversation.

Lucy of course thinking it might be better for his healing to lose. Not be so caught up in this. She’s always looking from the perspective of how to help Tim. How she can best protect his emotional stability. To her makes more sense to have him let it go.

Angela shuts it down with her reply. Lucy realizes this is cathartic for him whether he knows it or not. Then concedes to Angela’s point. Tim is clearly still a hot mess still when it comes to Isabel. To let him have one thing that doesn’t send him completely off the edge about her is huge. That look of realization is written all over Lucy's face. So she lets it go after that.

We get to the end and yay Tim and Lucy have “won” the competition. Tim owes Nell a drink. We do see Tim does grow in this ep. (Because of Lucy of course). Not that he is realizing that at this point. But he does realize she’s right and he’s been leading Nell on. Owns up to the hot mess he currently is and lets her know he’s married and it’s complicated. Her reply is hilarious ‘I don’t do complicated’ baha

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Not really a lot of non chenford side notes for me in this one.

Just getting past the cringey post breakup stuff with Lucy and Nolan. Lucy nailed it at the beginning of the ep. ‘You were on the rebound from 20 year marriage this was never gonna last.’ Sure wasn’t one of many reasons it wasn’t going to.

Thank you all once again for the comments, likes and reblogs they do my heart wonders. Feel free to comment should you choose 😊 Do my best to get another ep or two done this weekend.

Till we meet again in 1x06 :)

Gif credit to the amazing blogs below.

Chenfordsource

Chenfordgifs

therookiecentral

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #1x05 The Roundup #s1 #summer rewatch #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job

[dranna]

Comfort in the dark

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Includes: POV Lucius, which halfway through will be POV Severus, hurt/comfort, breakdown, feeling of dread and death, fluff at the end, not beta read, let me know if I left something out

Thank you for the request @tea-and-magic , I’m sorry it took so long ~

a/n: I saw the movies long ago and I don’t like the books (mainly because they are pov harry, sorry :’) ). I apologise if some things doesn’t make sense canon wise. So I’m certainly making things up here lmao ^^’

@giosnape thank you for the short and info filled summery of the books 😂🫶

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“Dark times we live in.”

As everyone’s been saying.

Recently Fear’s been silently sitting,

On Unmarked souls and Servants,

Creeping in homes and jolly feasts,

Choking their voices away.

With Fear came Darkness and Cold,

Spreading like snow,

Covering the Warmth and Sun,

Suffocating the blooming flowers of Trust.

Lucius was breathing in

The chilly night air,

Which he thought could never feel again,

The Dark Lord had risen to full fame,

Freeing his slaves from their graves.

The Dark Lord—

He Who Shall Not Be Named,

Holding all dread above heads,

How to have the courage to look,

Into those icy snake-eyes that ruin?

Lucius was thinking while he froze,

Onto the spot he was looking at the Moon.

Terror constrained his heart,

It’s long nails leaving wounds and alarm.

He looked at the Moon again,

As if begging for calmness.

She was the only light source that night,

Not even her Starts visible on the sky,

She gave off a chilly yet comforting light,

Blinking at Lucius from above.

I can’t stay here,

They will find me and—

No, this can’t happen.

He would torture me and mock,

With those reptile eyes and high pitched voice.

I can’t go home—

Home?

I don’t even have my mansion anymore,

It’s part of His kingdom for a while now.

His mind raced as he started to walk,

He didn’t know where or why,

His legs carried him silently towards a house.

Yes it’s His,

Like Everything,

One snowy touch and it’s belongs to him.

And Narcissa and my Draco?!

Are you alright?

Where are you?

Has he started to work his ‘arts’ on you too?

I hav—need to help you,

But I can’t!

He started to sob,

While his lonely steps echoed in the dark.

I can’t I can’t I can’t,

I can’t go back!

To see Him and feel His presence!

Goosebumps ran through his body,

While he felt coldness flowing through him.

“I ca-an’t”

The word breaking through his lips,

He felt freezing and desperate,

Sinking to his knees and stare,

Into the void he was in.

Tears started to flow down his white cheeks,

Growing bigger every minute.

His mind was slow and foggy,

Showing him only pictures of Him,

His thoughts couldn’t sail away,

From His thundering storm,

Locking Lucius under icy water.

He felt the numbing feeling in his bones,

But acting against it was impossible.

“Lucius!?”

A new voice entered his mind,

Which sounded familiar,

It was slow and deep,

Mixed with disbelief.

Lucius lifted his gaze and saw,

A man with crooked nose,

A shocked expression on his usually grumpy face,

Shiny dark hair melting into the darkness.

He looks.. I know him,

But I’m so tired I can’t think..

“Malfoy? Malfoy can you hear me?

What on earth are you doing here?!”

He sounded agitated and hused,

Looking over his shoulders as he knelt besides the blond one.

He shook Lucius’ shoulders gently,

But the other man was so far off,

He couldn’t feel anything.

“I-I’m so s-scared.”

A tormented whisper left the crying man,

Which made him sob harder again,

The crooked nosed professor stood up,

Taking away his warmth.

Gently, long, skilled fingers lifted the kneeling man,

Holding up in slim arms.

Lucius didn’t register what was going on,

He only felt friendly arms holding him close to a chest,

Carrying him to god knows where.

He must have fallen asleep or lose conscience,

Because he woke up in a bed,

However it wasn’t his,

He was in a tiny room,

Filled with the smell of herbs and books,

The walls were covered with books, plants and notes,

Making him feel safe somehow.

It was a messy room,

But organised,

Everything had its place,

Left out or tucked away.

Next to the bed was a fireplace,

Omitting heat and light,

Illuminating a thin figure,

Sitting on the only chair,

Reading next to the bed.

You could’ve mistaken his calm and collected,

But the line of his mouth betrayed him.

“Severus?”

Immediately to his name,

He moved towards the lying man,

Sitting beside him on the bed.

Severus’ face mirrored worry,

Both for his lovers’ health and because of Him.

“How do you feel?”

“I.. I feel nothing.”

To this reply Snape’s heart broke in half,

Oh dear Lucius,

Who was always so confident and cocky,

Now a shell of his beautiful glory,

All of his shining light is dead,

I can’t even find a sparkle there.

And it’s all because of Him!

He is the destroyer of everything.

He killed Her..

No, not thinking of it now,

I won’t let Lucius’ fire burn out too!

After decided this in this head,

He took of his shoes and climbed in the bed,

He covered him and his lover with is only blanket,

Hugging him tight,

While placing kisses on his head.

“Everyone will be alright,

I promise.”

It was stupid of him to promise such things,

When he had no power above anything,

He was just a floating leaf,

On the muddy stream,

Going where he flowed against his will.

But he couldn’t do anything else to release the other’s pain,

So he continued whispering reassuring words into his ear.

With every word and gentle kiss,

Lucius started to relax,

He sank deeper and deeper into the the others’ presence,

Breathing in his unmistakable herby smell.

They stayed there the whole night,

Listening to the fire and each other’s heart,

The icy fingers ceased to stop,

Warm entrance took away their place.

And they just stayed and stayed entwined to one another,

Drifting into peaceful dreams.

“Thank you Severus.”

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Thank you for reading ~

My writing requests still open

#severus snape #snape #snucius #poem fic #severus x lucius #snape x lucius #Severus snape x Lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy #lucius Malfoy fic #snucius fic #snucius fluff #hurt/comfort #oneshot #snape fluff #poem #ao3 #severus snape fic #snape fic #lucius malfoy fanfiction #snapedom

[organchordsandlightning]

7, 9, and 16 for the fic writer ask!

from the fanfic writer ask game

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

sad. sad sad men realizing they want to live on this bitch of an earth 😔😔😔

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

I gave my big philosophical rambling rant in the last post, so now I'll just throw in a few lines that I like 😂

(from Peer Review, Sherlock Holmes - Holmes is Grumpy that Watson is making him look cool)

Evidently, Watson’s expression made his opinion on the matter clear. Holmes sighed and pressed the last paper in with the rest of the manuscript. “I have no desire to be idolized, Watson. The longer one stands upon the stage, the sooner they realize how the luminaires burn.”

(Who Are You?: [probably my favorite of my Star Trek Pieces - Kirk and Spock are transported back in time to Iowa and San Fran respectively, running into their 18-year-old soulmates who are respectively Not Doing So Hot. Kirk takes the interesting tactic of being completely honest with young!Spock, telling him that he is trying to meet back up with his husband - adult!Spock.]

“You want to return home to your husband that much, to risk angering my father further?” Spock asked, and – huh. Jim didn’t recognize that emotion on Spock. His eyebrows had pulled together, but Spock’s eyes seemed about as wide as dinnerplates. “To … me?” “Well – yeah?” The question seemed obvious to him, after everything that had happened. “Not only would he do the same for me in a heartbeat, he’s … you know. He’s my world. Sort of comes with the whole t’hy’la thing, doesn’t it? ‘Parted from me and never parted’.” The Vulcan phrase made Spock flinch, but he didn’t look displeased to hear it. Instead, Spock just stared into what felt like Jim’s soul for a long pause. Man, he wished he could figure out what bounced around that thick Vulcan skull every now and then, before Spock simply nodded. “I believe you.” “Hah – was that in question? You were putting a lot of faith in me if you didn’t believe my whole ‘I’m from the future’ thing.” “No. I have believed that for some time. I believe when you said that, in the future, I will be happy. I will be happy if I have someone like you in my life.”

16. How long is your longest fic?

Full series, that'll be the Lighthouse Series (Malevolent), coming in at 234, 714 words. Singular fic, that'll be Knowledge is Power (but Love Won't Hurt) (TMA), coming in at 156, 862.

#thank you for asking juri!

[nerdy-spooks]

I was a Teenage Werewolf.

Werewolf Edgar Frog Au.

Part 3: Don't Fear the Reaper.

Authors note: A les intense chapter with lots of angst and brotherly love. I hope you enjoy it. I love writing sad stuff lol 😂 not proof read so their might be mistakes I apologize.

Everything was happening so fast- Alan was going to die, He just knew it he was going to die at the hands of his own brother, He awaited for Pain- but it never came, instead when he opened his eyes he was met with the terrifying creature, that apparently was his brother starring down at him, head tilted to the side, Alan was still pinned and his mind was spiraling he was at a loss for word's and actions. As Alan Starred up at Edgar with Widened eyes he realized his words seemed to have effect on Edgar, And old legends always said to call a werewolf by their name to calm them down so he tried again. "Edgar...? I-It's Me Alan...You're Brother." He murmured Nervously as he bit his lip, Edgar seemed to Calm down at Alan's word's he slowly let go of Alan's shoulder's and stood up, Alan slowly backed up eventually standing, Edgar looked down at His brother with such a sorrowful yet fearful expression Edgar still hadn't moved so Alan took a step forward to him.

"Edgar I- I don't know what's happened to you...It's going to be okay, I promise." Alan took another step forward approaching Edgar, in response let out a low Growl as he desperately backed away almost as if he was scared. "You're scared aren't you...I know you're probably so scared but don't worry I'll help you, Please Edgar....Frogs Stick Together after all.." Alan pleaded taking a step forward, he placed his hand over his heart. "I can help you, Plus I promise to definitely not tell Mom and Dad-" Before Alan could finish his sentence Edgar took off on all fours running upstairs. Alan cursed silently under his breath as he ran upstairs after Edgar.

Alan wasn't sure what he would find when he went upstairs but he Came across a sight to break his heart, Their was Edgar Curled up in the corner of their room making what Alan could only describe as Whimpers, Edgar had his face hidden into his hands, Alan Sighed as he slowly walked in. "Edgar...." Alan called out to his brother in a melancholy voice. "Please, Just let me help you..." He began walking to his brother cautiously obviously he wasn't sure how his brother would react. Alan kneeled down to his brother, carefully sitting. Edgar much to Alan's delight he slowly moved his arms from his face, nervously peering up at his brother with tears in his golden inhuman eyes. Alan Sighed. "Well....I almost thought I lost you there for a moment... almost thought you would shred me." Alan Chuckled. Edgar just whined in response to his brothers word's clearly upset at being reminded of his actions earlier. "Ah- Sorry too soon..." Alan Mumbled.

Edgar layed back down with a huff, Alan smirked. "Ah, back to the grumpy brother I know hm?" He crossed his arms, Edgar rolled over facing away from his brother. Alan couldn't help but chuckle at That response, he was so relieved that he was brother wasn't acting like a raging monster, after all Werewolves in comics and legends were always uncontrollable beast's but Edgar wasn't acting like one now thank goodness. "Don't Worry Edgar.... we'll both get through this. I promise I'll protect you." Alan Smiled softly as he looked over at his brother, Edgar still had been facing away from Alan slowly drifting off to sleep due to exhaustion from his transformation and because of finally feeling safe in the presence of his brother.

The Sun had Finally Risen in Santa Carla, The warm orange light seeping it's way through the curtains of the Frog Brothers room. Alan had fallen asleep at some point once he realized Edgar was asleep in the night, However he was awoken by a soft groan coming from Edgar who sat up rather slowly, Everything in the room was a blur for him, He felt sick and woozy, his body still aching In pain from the previous Night...The Previous Night- Alan! He mentally Screamed.

He turned in a frantic panic only to calm down seeing his half awake brother slowly sitting up rubbing his eyes. "Edgar....?" Alan asked sleepily. "Alan..." Edgar mumbled nervously. "About last night...I'm sorry...so sorry, I don't mean to hurt you." Edgar said as he looked away. Alan shook his head. "Oh, No, No Edgar it's alright you didn't hurt me- I mean you almost did but it's okay. I'm going to help you figure this out I'll help you through thi-" Edgar turned to swiftly look back at Alan as he spoke up. "Why are you helping a Monster?!" Alan was stunned as he sat there for a moment before finally speaking. " Because this Monster is you, My brother, My Brother who I care and love deeply." Edgar finally snapped as he burst out sobbing at His Brothers words, as hard as he could try he couldn't deny how horrible he was feeling and he didn't have strength to bottle up those emotions anymore, Alan without a second thought quickly sat by Edgar pulling him into a hug. After a bit Edgar spoke. "I Hate it when I cry...." Edgar woefully confessed. "I know, but don't worry I promise Well get through this together." Alan said with a sigh, Edgar Nodded as he pulled away from his brother wiping his tears. "Yeah, I know." Edgar smiles softly as he playfully punched Alan in the arm. "God I hate being emotional." Alan just merely rolled his eyes, Although in the back of his head his mind was racing as he tried to figure out how to help his Now Werewolf Brother.

Hooray part three is done! Lots of Angst and softness in it I know, But I love giving the Frog Brothers complex feelings and emotions, seeing them have to drop their tough guy act for once. I hope you guys liked it. I'm also thinking about writing some X Reader fics with the Adult versions of Edgar and Alan because I love them as adults their so like- Nerds lol 😂 I'll drop a poll for that and you guys can go vote on it lol.

P.S Congratulations to those of you who have realized that the chapter names are literally just don't References.

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #werewolf edgar frog au #werewolf edgar frog #Edgar Frog #Alan Frog #my writings #my writing

[lenievi]

I think the whole jaded McCoy thing is a classic case of fandom taking a particular moment or minor trait and expanding it to smother more accurate characterization. It’s been a while since I’ve watched tos in it’s entirety so forgive my memory lol but I feel like McCoy does get…frustrated on occasion. Frustrated might not be the right word. But he is often more level or even I think optimistic or hopeful at times but he has occasional morose moments or he gets in a debate and might try to be grounding. Does that make sense? Anyway I think that some AOS characterization might bleed through (and I say this as someone with a lot of affection for AOS) and result in potentially flawed characterizations such as energized and overeager Kirk and grouchy done with everything bones replacing a more somber but good humored Kirk and sometimes dry humored but also twinkly eyed McCoy. That’s just my take though.

Yes, it definitely is the classic case of taking one thing/facet and running with it... (plus AOS influence on newer fans - I'm talking as if I wasn't a new fan lol - AOS itself was influenced by pre-AOS pop culture) and it's not that I don't understand it, it's just a bit frustrating that it's kinda the default. What's McCoy like? He's grumpy, done with everything and tired, and mean to Spock. (If people like spones: mean (affectionate) lol) He's an "old country doctor".

And yeah, he gets frustrated, he gets tired, angry, stressed... so does Kirk. But McCoy as a character is strongly tied to both Kirk and Spock as a tool to show their emotions when neither of them can. He gets angry or frustrated because Kirk can't. He shows his worry about Kirk by lashing out at Spock to do something because Spock can't show he's worried. BUT when Kirk or Spock starts to act emotional, he isn't. He grounds them (he often serves as a grounding tool for Kirk). Basically, he's got layers. But I digress....

And just to be clear, this isn't about fanfics. I believe that people can use whatever characterization they want in fanfics and explore all kinds of things, all kinds of dynamics, all kinds of character facets. This is about how the show, and I'm primarily talking about the 5ym only, is viewed and talked about (not about fan creations). And I understand it's hard to keep up the characterization straight when you have 5ym, TOS films, and AOS, or when you don't watch the original series much anymore (I re-watch the show fairly frequently, but I will still find new aspects of the characters every single time). It's just a bit frustrating, that's all (but it's kinda funny that a post I didn't actually tag with any searchable tags, got almost 100 notes...) And sometimes I will make a post and then someone will react in the tags with these "preconceived notions" (not always just about McCoy) that are missing the point of my post, so that's double frustrating 😂 (please don't stop talking to me in tags though 😅)

But basically, McCoy doesn't hate Starfleet, his primary feelings about Kirk and Spock aren't "you're so annoying and I'm tired", he doesn't want to retire, he's not bothered by the missions... and he doesn't think of himself as old.... not during the 5ym. He most likely has and expressed most of those thoughts in The Final Frontier when he's like 60 - but it's mostly a facade, and most importantly, it isn't 40+yo McCoy during the 5ym mission.

(anyway, just my opinion written in a very messy way, and it might be wrong and incorrect 😅)

#why is this so long.............. #replies #honestly i just might lack the ability to understand and interpret what people actually mean who even knows #it's not that there aren't moments when McCoy is X it's just that those moments aren't his default #and it makes me a bit confused why that is what is always brought up #it's similar to 'kirk is respectful to spock/women because of y' while ignoring all the moments when he isn't

[rebelquilled]

❛  i always feel better with you by my side.  ❜ Main Xayah! ( ...I can't remember if I sent this in or not, I got distracted. Feel free to delete this if I did) 😂

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE STARTERS - @charmerquilled

HAND SMOOTHED THE MAP out before her, trying to rid of the wrinkles that continued to fight against her. the humid air was thick, and feathers felt a sense of heavier from the moisture settling as a layer over top. a FLICK sent a few scatters, wishing the coming storm would move through already. as exciting as the raging of lightning and thunder could be, it was delaying her plans, causing her to rethink ideas and once more approach strategies that had been considered. whilst pondering a s p l i t and a t t a c k idea she had concocted, rakan's voice broke through the musings. silence gripped her, no that she was startled so much as her focus had to pivot from destruction to the gentle compliment he prompted. chin raised, golden hues lands on the mirroring color of his feathers. she swept over him with her vision before finally coming to settle on his expression, where genuine love and admiration was evident. each crinkle of his eyes, each tilt of his lips... she wanted to kiss him right then, but the leader refrained herself. it was a time of concentration, not falling for his smug compassion. "of course you do. everyone feels better when i'm on their side." her own confidence b r i m m e d her tone, and there came a sly look to cross her face. it was half a joke, preferring not to give him satisfaction immediately for his praise. leaning forward, nails pressed into the parchment, edges ripping ever so slight at the pressure. the lhotlan woman wasn't concerned, the far reaches weren't what she examined closely. tongue clicked the roof of her mouth. sobering, gaze flittered elsewhere, almost like she were embarrassed. as much as she adored him and loved to spoil his ego, sometimes she felt a rise of self consciousness at her lovestruck behavior. she USED to be so far from such a being; love was a waste of time in this world. outside of love for her people and rebellion, at least. now rakan was trying to steal her entire schtick and replace it with him. "we're a team. it's easier when we fight together... i appreciate your assistance, as well. but sometimes it's better if we split up. i'm still thinking, though. too much time is allowing for too many possible plans of attack... and who knows what changes the storm will bring to everything. weather is as wild as magic."

#charmerquilled #&&. verse ( main ) #five paragraphs earlier: this'll probably be a short reply #me now: 🤡

[r6shippingdelivery]

I don’t know what I’m doing! But I hope I’m doing this right! Ca-can you do 👉🏾👈🏾🥺 Thatcher x Thermite. My sweet babies 4, 16, 29, 43, 49

I think you're doing great!

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Thermite! It's rare that it happens, since Thatcher tends to wake up ealrier/sleep less than him, and then there's also the times they aren't even in the same location and can't sleep on the same bed and/or room. But when everything goes right, and they can sleep in a little, Thermite will wake Thatcher with kisses on his face, so that he "starts the day without the usual grumpy expression". He also says that with a wide teasing grin, jfyi

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Neither is exactly scared. However, Thatcher knows the kind of damage storm can do on the sea, and he gets a bit worried about his boat and how many repairs it will need next morning. And sometimes, if the thunder is sudden and catches him unaware, Thermite freezes and will have flashbacks of explosions that went wrong, like the accident with Aruni.

29. Who is the better cook?

Ehh... I'm gonna pick Thermite but only because I think bbq meat is slightly better than frying all food as I imagine Thatcher doing 😂

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Thatcher! Mostly cause that's one thing that always worked for him when going on dates, and he's delighted that Thermite is also appreciative of it. Both cause he likes to see Thatcher handle a weapon, and cause plushies are cute. And the one time somone mocked Thermite as being less than manly for it, he goaded them into a competition and walked away with another cute stuffed animal - after utterly annihilating them, ofc.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Depends! Thatcher refuses to let Thermite drive when they're in the UK, and Thermite feels more comfortable driving himself whenever they're in a country with "normal traffic rules".

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #tauruscookie

[levi-my-beloved]

I remember finding your page and instantly falling in love! I just wanted to give you some kudos and tell you how incredibly you write. I love that you take the time to be descriptive and specific with your language, it’s so immersive as a reader. You write Levi so well too, he is not too crude and strict or too gushy. I think you understand his character so well and give him more life then we see in the manga or even in the anime. I have read everything on your blog and love it all. writing and reading has always been an escape for me from the hardships of the real world and your stories have provided so much comfort to me this past year or so. I have been dealing with some family, rough mental health and loneliness stuff and this year has been really hard. I could always find stories on your page that breathed a bit of life into me. I’m rambling… but I just thought i should share the love with someone who has helped me when times where hard. Please please take care of yourself and know that you touch people with your writing. I hope you are doing well :) sending big hugs through the screen ❤️

Ps. If you ever need another beta reader… keep me in mind 😂

despite being a writer, i find myself unable to form any words. i actually don't know what to say???? only that, yes, i 100% had to look to the ceiling to try stop myself from crying.

thank you. so much. for even just clicking or tapping on my little icon and checking out my blog. i cannot express how much things like this mean to me. i'm so so sorry you've been going through a tough time, but i cannot convey just how honoured i am that my little stories about a grumpy little man can bring even a bit of comfort and happiness. it really does make all the late nights and frustrating writer's block worth every moment.

fuck i keep rereading it and crying again GODDAMNIT

it seems you have broken me anrbeguiebqrgb, i just really don't know what to say other than thank you so so so much. it's just, really heartwarming to know i can help someone in a way i don't even realise, and whilst it's a large part of the reason why i write, it's just overwhelming to know it does reach the people who need it most, and it does help in the ways i intend it to.

i appreciate the support so so so much, so thank you for reaching out with this. it's genuinely made my week <3

#essa's inbox #the lovelies <3 #i had to like #pause when responding to this #i don't know why it touched me the way it did but #i literally kept tearing up at the idea of helping those who really need it #just with a passion of mine #i never really thought this would ever happen so #yeah #i'm emotional kspruibgiyob #you got me with this

[marvelfanfics1]

Imagine little reader and Daddy Loki where she dresses up as Thor and has a plushie mjolnir with her for Halloween and Loki gets all jealous about it😂

Halloween outfit

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, slight jealousy, aged up Peter, pure fluff

A/N: Ohh, he would be so annoyed by it 😂

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"Otay, you ready Daddy?" you asked excited for him to see your outfit.

"Yes, little one. Come, show me or we gonna get late" he said reminding you of the party uncle Tony is giving.

"jus' a second" you fiddled with the last thing of your outfit and opened the bathroom door. "'M mighty!"

Loki sat there his eyes widened and mouth agape. You stand there, dressed as his Brother. A full body onesie designed like the armor he wore in the battle against Ultron and a red cape of course, and not to forget you were holding up a plush Mjolnir.

"What do you fink?" you asked spinning around.

"It's- uh... I mean- you are dressed as..." he coughed and you frown a bit.

"'M da Goddess of Thunder," you said and dropped your arms, seeing he wasn't excited like you. "You don' wike it?"

"Oh, no, I love it. It's just you really want to go as your uncle?" he asked and you nod your head, jumping in his lap and he kissed your cheek. "all right, let's go or we're gonna be late"

When you arrived at the party the others snickered when you walked past them and teased Loki, but you were holding his hand tightly.

"Ah Brother I'm glad you came and brought the little one..." he trailed off and looked at you he gasped. "You're dressed like me!"

He picked you up and you held your hammer high up, while Loki just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, he decided to get himself something to drink.

"M mighty wike you"

"You're indeed and you look amazing too a true goddess," he said and let you down. When you looked around you couldn't see your Daddy.

You wandered around and got some compliments for your costume and saw Peter, who wore an Iron Man costume with a cloak like uncle Strange has.

You found Loki sitting on the couch with some other people and with a grumpy expression.

"Daddy?" you poked his shoulder and he turned around to face you.

"Everything okay? You need a change?" he asked and you shook your head, slightly embarrassed, and made yourself comfortable on his lap. "What's wrong?"

"You not happy. Is it because of ma costume?" he gave a defeated sigh and wrapped his arms around you.

"Little one, I love your costume and I love to see you happy. Daddy was just...a bit jealous, I guess" he confessed and you looked at him.

"Daddy, I lub you more than anything. No costume will change that" you said and squeezed his cheeks together and kissed his lips. "Come, me and Petie wanna go get some sweets"

You bounced on his lap and he chuckled standing up and following you and Peter going trick and treat in the tower, all organized by Tony.

Loki watched you and thought about what you said. You indeed love him more than anyone, but it didn't mean that he couldn't change the red cape into a green one with a snap of his fingers.

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#little!reader #little reader #submission #daddy loki #loki x little reader #loki x little!reader #daddy!loki x little!reader #daddy loki x little reader #daddy!loki #loki laufeyson x little!reader

[wizardofrozz]

Prompt 30: Howl

Familiar!Thor Odinson x Witch!Reader, Witch!Wanda Maximoff x Familiar!Vision, Witch!Natasha Romanoff x Familiar!Clint Barton, Witch!Steve Rogers x Familiar!Bucky Barnes, Witch!Tony Stark x Familiar!Pepper Potts, Platonic Witch!Sam Wilson x Familiar!Peter Parker, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 2,950

Warnings: swearing, threats of violence

A/N: So I’m a little nervous about posting this one but I love the idea so I hope someone out there enjoys it lol and I’m not sorry that I keep writing about witches 😂 Also, side note, the familiar x witch relationship can be viewed however you want, I didn’t specify (regardless of how I perceive it). The only familiar x witch pairing I specifically indicate being platonic is between Sam and Peter.

The sun barely peeked over the treetops, bathing the sky in rich oranges and yellows as the small village came to life. Halloween was one of the most anticipated days of the year, especially for (Y/N) and her coven, who helped orchestrate the village festival every year. Each of the six coven members participated somehow, whether it was selling goods or entertaining the local children. (Y/N) was finishing boxing up the last few items that she, Natasha, and Wanda had been working on since last year when a sharp yelp jolted her away from her task.

           “Why did you do that!” a now human voice shouted, followed by footsteps. Vision lumbered into the room, glaring over his shoulder at the black hawk hopping in behind him.

           “What happened, Vis?” (Y/N) asked, leaning a hip against the table she was working at.

           “Clint attacked me,” Vision huffed, glaring harder at the bird. The only way to describe the bird’s face was smug, which was interesting for a creature that shouldn’t have the ability to show emotion with a beak. (Y/N) shook her head, biting back a smile as she glanced towards Vision again.

           “I was bored,” Clint snorted, now standing on two legs and leaning against the doorframe. His traits were bleeding together, meaning pitch-black wings fluffed out behind him, indicating his comfort level. On the other hand, Vision looked entirely human for once, his jaw still clenched as he shot the other familiar a dirty look.

           “Cut it out,” (Y/N) scolded, pointing a finger at both men before returning to her task. “Don’t make me get Nat and Wanda.” At the mention of his witch, Vision huffed, and the next time (Y/N) looked around for him, she found a small terrier at her feet.

           “Why are you getting Nat and Wanda?” Nat asked, shuffling through the front door.

           “The boys are fighting again,” (Y/N) sighed, wildly gesturing over her shoulder as she scanned her list, double-checking she had everything.

           “Clint,” Nat warned, narrowing her eyes at him. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, giggling at Clint’s grumpy expression as Vision’s tail thumped against her foot.

           “Sorry,” Clint grumbled, crossing his arms as his wings disappeared. Vision tilted his head, one floppy ear hanging away from his head; eventually, he huffed through his nose and padded out of the room in search of Wanda.

           “Are we almost ready to go?” Nat asked, coming up behind (Y/N), Clint now perched on her shoulder, preening his feathers.

           “One more thing!” Her footsteps nearly drowned out her voice as Wanda ran through the house; she stopped at the table, panting slightly, and dropped a bag into their box of goods. “Now we’re ready,” Wanda huffed with a grin.

The trio weaved through the busy road, taking turns pulling their small wooden cart. Despite Vision’s irritation about it, Clint sat perched between his shoulders, bobbing as Vision walked next to Wanda. Nat caught (Y/N) watching the two familiars with a pained smiled and bumped shoulders with her, grabbing her attention.

           “You’ll find yours,” Nat whispered, elbowing her. (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing, forcing her eyes forward again. (Y/N) tried not to let her mind wander too much; she’d rather not think about the possibility of not having a familiar to bond with like the rest of her coven. That train of thought always brought her mood down, so instead, she focused on the lively festival; (Y/N) smiled when she caught a flash of blonde hair ahead.

           “Evening, ladies,” Steve greeted with a smile. (Y/N) noticed his arms moving slightly and glanced down, watching his fingers comb through the dark fur of the German Shephard at his feet.

           “Steve,” they chorused, smiling before turning their attention to Tony.

           “What am I, chopped liver,” he chuckled, throwing his arm over Nat’s shoulder. The three women rolled their eyes, earning a pained gasp from Tony, which only made them giggle. (Y/N) shook her head and squatted down, scratching under the dog’s chin, smiling when his eyes started to close.

           “Didn’t feel like socializing tonight, Buck?” (Y/N) hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his muzzle before standing again.

           “He was cranky when we left earlier,” Steve snorted, nudging Bucky with his knee. Bucky laid his ears flat, angling his head towards Steve to give him the equivalent of a glare, sending Steve into a fit of laughter.

           “Where’s Sam?” Wanda asked Tony, smiling when she glanced at Bucky’s grumpy expression.

           “Boo!” Sam’s feet slapped against the ground behind Wanda, sending her stumbling into Tony, her mouth open in a silent scream. The group exploded with laughter, and despite her efforts to glare at Sam, Wanda joined in but still punched him for good measure. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak once she finally reigned in her laughed when a solid mass of fur slammed into her legs, sending her stumbling into Nat. 

           “Jesus, Peter!” (Y/N) scolded, shooting a glare over her shoulder. Her anger didn’t last long when she turned to see the giant chocolate lab wiggling with excitement; once she acknowledged him with a kiss on his soft head, he ran for Bucky, jumping around in front of the other familiar.

           “You okay?” Sam asked, appearing at her side.

           “Yeah,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Thankfully, he didn’t break my damn leg.”

           “He missed everyone,” Sam explained with a shy shrug, smiling as Peter tried to get Bucky to play. (Y/N) covered her mouth, trying not to upset Bucky as she watched Peter jumping and bowing, wiggling his entire body as Bucky stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the other dog.

The entire coven froze when a howl cut through the night air.

           “Wolves this close can’t be a good sign,” Tony mumbled, glancing around the group. “Should we send them home?” Tony vaguely gestured between Clint, Vision, Bucky, and Peter with one hand while stroking the outside of the bag hanging across his chest where Pepper must’ve been sleeping, with the other. Each of the witches approached their companion, leaving (Y/N) to stand alone, awkwardly shuffling her feet.

           “Bucky’s staying,” Steve grumbled, glaring down at his companion.

           “That means Peter’s staying,” Sam added, scratching between Peter’s shoulders.

           “Clint and Vision will be back,” Wanda added, watching Vision trot down the street as Clint corkscrewed through the air above him. Nat, (Y/N), and Wanda giggled at the scowling feline face poking out from Tony’s bag; he sighed, turning away from Pepper with an exasperated expression etched on his face.

           “She’s pissed I woke her,” Tony provided, jutting his hip out to bounce the bag off his leg.

           “Alright, come on,” (Y/N) urged, noticing the crowd growing now that the sun had fully set. “We have jobs to do.” She shooed her coven away, steering Wanda and Nat through the crowd towards their tent.

Clint and Vision appeared without a tail or feathers to check in before disappearing again, apparently wandering off to help Steve. A steady stream of villagers funneled into their tent to ask questions or buy some of their soaps and trinkets; by the time the crowd thinned out, the three were exhausted.

           “I need something to drink,” (Y/N) sighed, rolling her head back and forth, wincing when her neck cracked. “Want anything?”

           “Yes!” Nat and Wanda shouted together, startling (Y/N) back a step.

           “Alright, my god,” (Y/N) laughed, brushing through the tent’s entrance. Lanterns blanketed the small square in a warm glow, illuminating the villagers wandering about; (Y/N) quickly stepped out of the way of a group of screeching children that nearly took her legs out. Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N) pushed through the crowd, waving at Tony when he glanced up from his palm reading. She decided to step away from the hoards of people for a moment before finding something to drink; she lingered at the edge of the forest that stretched opposite her tent, silently watching the leave rustle in the breeze.

           “Well, hello, darling.” (Y/N) jolted, straightening her spine as she screwed her eyes shut, praying the owner of the voice would leave her be for once. Of course, that didn’t happen. Brock moved closer, crowding into her personal space, looming over her shoulder. “Don’t ignore me, dear. I only came to say hello.” (Y/N) turned to look up at him, flinching away when she realized how close he was standing; an ugly grin spread across his face, making (Y/N)’s stomach turn but she kept her face neutral.

           “Hello, Brock,” (Y/N) grunted, turning her eyes back towards the forest, venturing a few steps into the trees. Brock had a reputation for making women uncomfortable like he was always planning something, but sadly, he was an incredible blacksmith.

           “How is Halloween treating you?” Brock matched her steps and suddenly, (Y/N) realized her mistake; she spun to face him, glancing around for a quick exit, but he stepped closer, his broad chest filling her view.

           “Wonderfully, as always,” she replied, trying for a tight smile that seemed to fall short.

           “Are you sure nothing could make it better?” (Y/N) instinctively leaned away from his touch, but he persisted; his fingertips brushed her neck as he swept a few strands of hair away.

           “I should be getting back to my coven,” (Y/N) rushed out, lunging forward to get around him. Her stomach clenched when his hand closed around her arm, yanking her a bit too forcefully, in front of him again.

           “Now, now, no need to be rude,” Brock scolded, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m only making friendly conversation.” His grip loosened, and he started to gently pet her arm, his eyes flickering over her face as his tongue traced his lower lip like a hungry animal licking its chops.

           “Please,” (Y/N) whispered, recoiling as he moved closer. She screwed her eyes shut, praying he would back away on his volition when she felt air puff over her face along with a pained grunt. Her eyes flew open to find the space in front of her empty and quickly glanced to her right, and all the blood drained from her face.

Brock was on his back, cowering away from the snarling beast standing over him. The wolf was enormous, and its golden fur twinkled in the soft lantern light spilling from the festival. Its lips pulled away from razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping from its mouth as a blood-red tongue flicked against bright white teeth. When the animal made no move to attack, Brock scrambled away, kicking dirt wildly as he tried to get traction; once he was out of sight, the wolf seemed to settle, its teeth clacking together as its mouth closed.

(Y/N) stood paralyzed, her eyes growing wider as the wolf turned to face her, slowly wandering closer; she started to tremble as it approached until it abruptly sat down at her feet. She slowly uncoiled herself, tilting her head, and found herself giggling when the wolf mirrored her. Startlingly blue eyes blinked back at her, somehow seeming to glow in the low light; the wolf suddenly whimpered, bobbing its head forward.

           “Hello,” (Y/N) whispered, slowly squatting down. The wolf shuffled forward, making her flinch, but she didn’t back away, letting the animal move closer; it bowed its head, offering it to her and something deep down urged her forward. (Y/N)’s fingers brushed through the coarse hair before she let her palm rest between the animal’s ears. She gasped when magic reached for her, coaxing her own power forward, and warmth rushed through her veins; the flair of magic slowly died down, but she could still feel the connection in every cell.

Blue eyes blinked up at her through golden fur before its features started to shift, and she let her hand fall away, gaping at the creature morphing before her eyes. Golden fur turned into long dark blonde hair as muscles moved under sun-kissed skin, but his eyes never changed.

           “Hello,” he rumbled, his voice gravelly from disuse. A warm, gentle smile spread across his stubbled face as he sat back on his heels. (Y/N) noticed how physically imposing the man was, explaining why his animal form was enormous.

           “You’re my familiar,” (Y/N) whispered, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

           “That I am,” he laughed, and the sound was deep and rich.

           “What’s your name?”

           “Thor,” he offered, his smile growing. “And yours?”

           “Oh, of course! It’s (Y/N),” she giggled nervously. She opened her mouth to say something else when she heard the faint echoes of Wanda and Nat’s voices calling for her. “I’m sorry, but we’ll have to pick this up after I check in with my friends.” (Y/N) got to her feet, brushing away any dirt, giving him a pained look. Thor got to his feet and (Y/N) gasped at just how tall he was because now she had to tilt her head up to see his face.

           “What form should I take?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

           “Whatever makes you comfortable,” (Y/N) assured, leaning around him to check if she could see her friends nearby. “My coven is fairly laid back; we’re more like a family, and that includes our familiars. We respect each other, and we want everyone to feel comfortable.”

           “Oh,” Thor hummed, looking a bit worried before smiling again. “Well, do you want to have some fun then?” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, chewing on her bottom lips for a moment before she nodded; Thor’s smile shifted into a mischievous smirk. (Y/N) blinked, and Thor was sitting at her feet, golden fur glistening in the moonlight, and it dawned on her what his plan was.

           “Oh yeah, you’re definitely my familiar.” Thor’s tail thumped against the ground happily; (Y/N) kept giggling as she urged Thor towards the crowd, glancing around for Nat or Wanda when she emerged from between two tents.

           “(Y/N)!” Wanda yelled from a few feet away, pushing through people and nearly knocking (Y/N) to the ground. “You scared us!”

           “Sorry,” was all she could get out before villagers started to notice the giant wolf trotting into the festival. (Y/N) could barely hold back her laughter because Thor was prancing; he came to a stop a few feet away, plopping down in a sitting position.

           “Oh, you found…Woah,” Steve breathed, skidding to a halt a few feet from Thor. Just as Sam and Tony jogged up next to him, Bucky and Peter came barreling around a tent, barking and snarling, putting themselves between their witches and Thor. They both fell quiet suddenly, and Bucky started to creep forward, his nose twitching as he searched for Thor’s scent, but Thor stayed perfectly still, his blue eyes following Bucky’s movements. Once they were within a few inches, their noses almost touching, Bucky’s hackles lowered, and he plopped down, and Thor’s tailed started to thump against the dirt. Peter was hesitant at first but eventually followed suit, settling on Bucky’s right, his tail sweeping dirt into the air.

           “Peter,” Sam scolded, but his familiar only blinked at him.

           “What the hell are they doing?” Nat whispered, clinging to (Y/N)’s arm. A crowd had gathered, silently watching from a safe distance, their eyes focused on the wolf more than the dogs.

           “I think that’s enough,” (Y/N) chuckled, prying Nat’s fingers from her arms and stepping away.

           “(Y/N) are you insane!” Tony shouted, moving to follow only for Sam and Steve to stop him. (Y/N) ignored the calls from her coven, moving to stand at Thor’s side; his giant head tilted back to look up at her, his tongue sliding out to wet his nose, and she laughed, carding her fingers through the fur between his ears.

           “Oh, oh,” Wanda squeaked, animatedly smacking Nat’s arm. Sam, Steve, Tony, Nat, and Wanda moved closer, stopping a few paces behind Bucky and Peter, their eyes flickering between (Y/N) and the wolf leaning into her leg. A few tense, quiet seconds passed as the realization dawned on them, and as expected, Tony threw his hands up, breaking the silence.

           “Of course, your familiar is a fucking wolf!”

3 months later

(Y/N) and Steve shuffled through the door, desperate to escape the freezing air, and sighed heavily as they slid off their coats, embracing the warmth blanketing the house. Steve wandered towards the kitchen, mumbling something about food, and (Y/N) followed the rumble of voices from the living room. She found Peter and Clint huddled over a book on the communal desk, Vision sprawled across the armchair with a hand covering his face, and Bucky and Thor lounging on the couch.

           “You’re home,” Thor commented, keeping his eyes on Clint and Peter talking amongst themselves.

           “We are,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her arms on his head, and leaning her weight onto him. “I’m surprised the place is still standing.”

           “Hey,” Bucky whined, shooting her playful glare. “Just because you guys leave for a few hours doesn’t mean we’ll turn into a bunch of animals.” Steve’s sharp laugh echoed through the hallway as he stumbled closer, and Bucky’s face lit up at the sound. (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back and dropping her hands to Thor’s shoulders, his silent laughter jostling her some.

           “That was awful,” (Y/N) whined, pulling her lips into her mouth to stop a smile from spreading.

           “I second that,” Vision added, raising his free hand.

           “I thought it was pretty funny,” Steve argued, ruffling Bucky’s hair as he passed.

           “Shut up,” (Y/N) laughed, wrapping her arms around Thor’s neck and resting her chin on his head.

(Y/N) settled into bed that night, staring out her window, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. As (Y/N) lingered at the edge of sleep, a long, comforting howl cut through the quiet darkness, and she smiled, finally drifting off.

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@marvelfansworld​

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #magic au #spooktober #thor #thor odinson #god of thunder #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #pepper potts #tony stark #bucky barnes #sam wilson #peter parker #witch reader #clint barton #vision

[wyverian-lady525]

Omg, I just found your blog and I love all your stuff! I am tying to binge read everything, but there are just so many posts... Forgive me if I have an unoriginal idea. So: Kyle is being his grumpy self, much to the annoyance of Rider. No matter how much Rider tries to tolerate Kyle and be nice to him, he eventually hits a nerve and sets Rider off. The rest is up to you. Hopefully they make up...!

Thank you! And no, this is always good stuff😂😁

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Tension

You’ve about had it with Kyle’s attitude. He can have fun navigating through this den on his own.

You tried to be the bigger person. You wanted to improve yours and Kyle’s relationship considering how things were.

But man, that attitude of his was making things difficult.

The hunter has complained about everything. You didn’t understand if that was just his nature, or he was acting that way because you were here. Judging by Tsukino’s exasperated expression, you were guessing the latter. Ratha looked about ready to eat him as he sighed once more.

“Why are we here again?” He asked while folding his arms. You bit back a snarky remark. This has been around the fourth time he’s asked that.

“I’m looking for eggs.” You simply responded and you could hear a frustrated sigh at your vague answer.

“Why?” He asked in a more irritated manner.

“I need strong monsters for the Rite of Channeling.” You explained while pinching the bridge of your nose. You could feel a headache coming on.

“That’s weird.” He finally said after a few seconds. You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking as you slowly turned to face him.

“What’s weird?” You said in a terrifyingly slow tone. Even Ratha looked afraid. Kyle, however, was unfazed by your steely gaze. 

“Using monsters like that. It just doesn’t seem just.” He said with a small shrug.

“You’re one to talk about being just with monsters, hunter. You nearly killed my monstie!” All that pent up rage you’ve been holding in came out like raging tigrex.

“He was a danger to others!” Kyle growled back trying to make an excuse for his actions. Tsukino facepalmed as she watched you whip around and hop on Ratha’s back.

“You know what? I just can’t with you right now! Have fun getting out of here without me!” You hissed before urging Ratha to fly out of the den, even more pissed that you didn’t get your eggs.

A couple seconds of Kyle just standing there passed by. What just happened? 

“You didn’t realize your attitude?’ Tsukino asked like she could read his mind. He turned to give her a perplexed stare. 

“You were acting like a child that poor Y/N had to put up with.” His palico teased as Kyle blushed from her words. Then he turned to look back where you disappeared. Was he really acting so grumpy?

“We should probably apologize.” He grumbled while tensing his shoulders and marching forward.

“We?” Tsukino snorted before following: “You mean, you should probably apologize.”

All it took was a couple turns before he suddenly realized he had no clue where he was going. What made things even better was that Tsukino wasn’t paying attention on their way in, so she was unreliable at this point. A couple more twists and turns left Kyle at a wit’s end. He was about ready to yell for you in hopes that you would take pity, but a sudden glimmer caught his eye.

A couple steps forward brought him to an opening where a mountain of eggs sat.

“So, this is what they were after?” Kyle said more to himself as he went towards the nest.

“So, it would appear.” Tsukino responded as she followed, keeping her eyes and ears alert for any sign of danger. Kyle knelt beside the eggs and was awed by all the shapes and colors.

“Perhaps bring one back? As a peace offering.” His palico suggested and Kyle hated to admit that she was right. Finding one that was shinier than the rest of them, he scooped up the rather heavy egg and marched out. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He grumbled after a few seconds of walking. Tsukino snorted again stating that he should be glad it’s a peaceful walk rather than how most of his egg quests go. Usually running for dear life from an angry rathian, and then ending up covered in slimy yolk.

He didn’t respond to her remark.

What felt like a millennium (and his arms being near dead), he finally found the light at the end of the tunnel. To his surprise, you were sitting there by a small fire with Ratha not far behind you. Upon hearing his steps (and heavy breathing), you looked up.

“Kyle?” You asked, confused by the sight. The hunter didn’t respond and just plopped the egg down by your feet.

“You’re still here?” Was what he said, and Tsukino was in the background praying to the moon above that you guys made up. 

“I wanted to make sure you got out alive.” You admitted quietly while standing up and rubbing your arm, looking anywhere but him. For once, he was touched by your concern. A couple seconds of awkward silence passed before Kyle cleared his throat.

“I found an egg.” He said while gesturing mildly to the egg by your feet. You giggled at his actions, and he got all flustered.

“For me?” You asked with a smirk while kneeling down to inspect it. Ratha came over to give it a sniff before looking rather pleased at the egg’s quality.

“Well, I’m not touching it.” Was the hunter’s moody response as he folded his arms and looked away. You rolled your eyes at his attitude but was grateful that he went through all the trouble to bring it to you. 

With a grin, you picked up the egg to do what you wanted to do from square one. Kyle decided to keep his mouth shut for once and watch this happen, even stubbornly asking if there was anything he could do to help.

While no apology was actually said, Tsukino considered this a win for her hunter.

#monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter stories #mhst #mhst2 #kyle #kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle #monster hunter stories 2 kyle #mhst2 kyle x reader

[hobis-hope94]

How The Avengers Would React to Finding Out You’re Deaf/Hard of Hearing:

Avengers x GN!Reader

Tony Stark:

He’d be shocked at first, since you got so good at lip reading he didn’t really noticed. He caught sight of your hearing aid and knew straight away; he didn’t ask questions. You two would spend hours learning sign language together.

Steve Rogers:

He’d have a few questions. All very respectful and kind. His protection over you would grow ever so slightly, but he still knows how strong you are and steps back unless you ask him for help. You two have your own secret form of communication that you two do when you don’t feel like wearing your hearing aid.

Peter Parker:

He’d think it’s super cool. He’d be so geeky about it, you’d find it adorable. He’d think it’s really cool, and sometimes when you feel down about having to wear a hearing aid or being HOH, Peter would always make you feel 3,000% better.

Stephen Strange:

He’s a doctor, not an audiologist, so when he finds out you’re deaf/HOH, he reads. He reads A LOT. He’ll do whatever he can to make sure he can understand the certain struggles you have and he’ll be respectful as well.

James Bucky Barnes:

He understands you the most. He understands why some days you feel different and on the days you don’t like having to explain to literally everyone you’re deaf/HOH, he’ll be right by your side. You two will spend ages telling each other what you love about the other. Since loud places can be daunting to you, you and Bucky would sneak off (he doesn’t like loud places either) and spend the evenings cuddled in bed watching sitcoms.

Vision:

He’d be curious. “Vis, you can ask questions, I don’t mind.” You’d say more than once a day. You’d giggle at the fact that you’re the one teaching a smart AI all the terms and meanings of being deaf/HOH. He’ll make sure you ALWAYS have spare hearing aid batteries with you just in case.

Loki Lefyuson:

He’d be very curious. But wouldn’t ask too many questions. You two would sneak off together to cause mischief. Oh, being able to “turn your ears off” is fantastic when Loki goes on and on about how much he doesn’t like Thor. You’d learn to 98% of the time to switch your aid off as soon as you’d hear Thor’s name being said in a grumpy tone. It’d take him a while to realise that you’re not actually listening. It’s a good job you’re cute and he loves you, because he finds it funny.

Thor Odinson:

He’d never shut up and constantly ask you questions. “Do you have a shower with it on?” “If it rains, is it dangerous?” “Could i try it on?” “No, Thor you cannot try my hearing aid on” you’d always laugh. Thor would love you regardless and honestly you’d find his questions amusing and adorable.

Natasha Romanoff:

She’d notice straight away. She’d love you all the more, she wouldn’t ask any questions. She’d always make sure she’s sat next to you during debriefing because sometimes it’s hard to focus on Fury’s lips, so Natasha would mouth everything that’s just been said back to you. She’d be protective over you during missions, but she knows you’re pretty badass and can hold your own.

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda would be SO CURIOUS. But because she’s shy as well, communication between you two got off at a tricky start. At first she didn’t know you were deaf/HOH, she thought you hated her, and you thought exactly the same - that she hated you. Once you two figured it out, you both laughed. You two are stuck together like glue after that. You can read each other just by facial expressions, and sometimes a MILLION words are said when no talking is actually done.

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AN: this was fun to do! Also yes, I’m hard of hearing (I have a hearing aid above my right ear). There are rare days where I don’t like being deaf, and yes I’ve had some of the questions Thor asked the reader asked to me 😂😭

Have a lovely weekend ✨ I hope to get back to writing fics soon, I’ve been in a little writer’s block 😭

#avengers #mcu #marvel #tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #vision #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #bucky barnes #Captain America #iron man #the falcon and the winter soldier #loki series #thor #wandavision #black widow #hard of hearing #HOH!reader x Avengers

[mrsgiovanna]

My lovely friend @thequeenofthenightgentlyweeps and I were musing about our hcs and the topic of little Bruno fishing came up🥺 and I thought of this crack fluff scenario featuring her wonderful OC Aria Hertz 🥺🤲😂 thank you so much for allowing me to use her ❤️🐞

In an outing to relax, soak up the sun and treat their former capo, the team had decided to take a weekend fishing trip to the small suburb on the coast that Bruno had grown up in.

It had been Aria's suggestion to go there specifically, as Bruno had been speaking about the happier moments he shared with his father during his childhood, she had picked up on the fact that he was missing his father. She wanted nothing more than for her beloved to recieve some comfort after being the person who everyone else had leaned on for so long.

As soon as she mentioned this to Giorno and Bria, it was decided that they would all go along, it allowed the raven haired man a chance to relive some of his happiest memories, while still having his most loved people around him.

So, that very same weekend everybody had made their way to the little suburb. After settling in and making sure everyone was rested enough, they made their way over to the marina to the boat Bria chartered for the trip, fully equipped with all the paraphernalia that they would need to fish.

It had been years since Bruno had even picked up a rod but the nostaligia had softened his features in a way that nobody had expected. It melted Aria's heart to see how moved Bucciarati was by the gesture, linking her arm through his as they boarded the boat.

Almost everyone listened to the crash course that Bruno had very graciously agreed to do, Abbacchio choosing rather to sit this one out and nurse an expensive bottle of wine in the relaxing atmosphere.

Almost everyone had been successful, catching and releasing a few fish here and there, Narancia challenging Fugo to a contest, but the blonde would not be tempted. Even Aria and Giorno who were somewhat reluctant and wanted to initially sit this session out had been skilled enough to reel in a few prime specimens.

Bria however, had been sitting in front of her rod, wearing a grumpy expression on her face after many false alarms of seaweed and other debris, she had all but given up, accepting her failure, until her line had began stirring again.

Giorno had gone over to help his disappointed girlfriend, wanting to see her smile at least once before they went back to shore. Aria had also made her way over, wanting to see if Bria's luck had finally changed. Unfortunately, that would not be the case, however, not wanting his love to be further disappointed, Giorno used his ability to change the piece of seaweed into a tiny little seabream; it was all he could muster in the time he had to avoid detection, however it was all she needed for her mood to change, being completely taken with the cute little thing, she immediately released it back into the ocean, with an accomplished smile.

Bruno who had been watching the scene unfold from the far end of the boat had shared a knowing look with Giorno, the younger of the two gesturing to him to keep it to himself, which he did with a small chuckle.

"Tesoro did you see that?! At least that wasn't a complete fail," said Bria, sheepishly sinking into arms.

"Of course amore, it wouldn't have been a failure either way... Look at how relaxed everyone looks, thank you for organizing everything bella mia," replied the Don, placing a soft kiss to her temple, while tightening his arm around her. Bria had looked around at everyone calmly enjoying themselves and was lost in the scene, thankful for the happiness of her precious family.

Soon enough, Bruno had steered the boat back to shore, it was close to dinner time and everyone was starting to get peckish. Giorno and Bria had exited the boat first, wanting to make sure that everything was still in order with the dinner reservations for the group. They were slowly followed by everyone else, however Bruno had lagged behind, grasping Aria's hand just as she was about to disembark.

"What is it my love? Have we forgotten something?" asked the flaxen-haired beauty while patting her pockets and checking her bag.

"I just wanted to thank you amore, I know this was your idea... I don't know how you're able to read me as well as you do... But this was exactly what I needed," cerulean eyes searched for one's that mimicked the moon, as he lifted her face to meet his, kissing her gently.

Blushing furiously, he couldn't help but smile at the shy girl, wrapping a protective arm around her, they both left to join the others. It was a long road, fraught with challenges, but he was happy, his friends were safe and he had the one he loved most, safely ensconced in his arms... It was charmed indeed.

#BriGio #BruAri #jjba oc #oc tag #bria adal #Aria Pamina Hertz #Selfship Sunday #self shipping #friends ships #Giorno x Bria #Bruno x Aria #Crack fluff #jojo's bizarre adventure #giorno x oc #Bucciarati x oc

[caffeineaddicted-noonie]

Hi ya! Is if okay to ask for a matchup? I saw one of your recents and I honestly really like them! Plus, after scrolling some, it seems we have similar interests so I'll be hanging around for a while. 😄 I hope you're doing well!

I'm a heterosexual female who's an INTP 5w6. If I had to label how I look it'd be "Casual Walmart". Just give me the same clothing in different colors and a pair of shoes. I don't care for looks. Also, the same goes for people too. I care more about a person's character, personality, and their actions towards the people around them. I can't stand people who think they're better than everyone and treat potential friends like tools. Moving on. 😅

To a stranger, I'm either the quiet shy type or the grumpy antisocial introvert. It takes a while for me to become comfortable around people and it takes longer to be friends or in a relationship. So a lot of people don't get to see the real me. I'm actually outgoing when I'm with close friends or relatives. I'm more expressive about my favorite things or when talking to friends. I don't feel uncomfortable asking them questions that are usually "wrong" to ask in general. I will drop everything if it means helping that person, within reason. I'm not afraid to be bluntly honest when it's needed. "Loyal as a dog" until the person proves repeatedly they ain't worth it. I'll just leave or keep a long distance if that's the case. There's much more but that would be a book worth. 😂

I can make some pretty awful dad jokes. I enjoy teasing my friends and younger siblings. (I love being the oldest. 😁) I enjoy photography, writing nonsense after midnight, stargazing on my truck, playing video games, collecting Marvel/DC (anything), and the smell of pine trees after a rainstorm. My main dislikes are cats, anyone that repeatedly hurts my family or friends, messes that can be easily cleaned, and needles.

Eyo @comic-gamer02!!! Thank you for the compliments and I have a feeling we could get along well and fast ^^ I hope you enjoy this <3 🌘🖤life and love~🖤🌒

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

EYELESS JACK 💙

patience invites… log 1 - friends 🌹

+ As we all know, Jack or EJ is an introverted person or being or demon boy. He is also one of the ’doctors’ in the creepypasta household. + However, he is actually an ambivert! I headcanon that for him and no one can make me change it òuó + He looks like an introvert because he’s just lazy to interact with the people around him. + You on the other hand, is quite different from him. He’s lazy to talk, you’re uncomfortable to talk to the ones around you. + So there you were, all alone, on a single couch in the living room. His favourite spot to sit in the whole damn world. + He notices that you sit there a lot and just do…basically nothing. + Besides sitting and staring or playing with whatever you were holding. + He doesn’t mind, he’s just weirded out to why. + You didn’t talk to anyone at all. I mean, everyone was there…including Slenderman. But, you were just…silent. + Until! Jane asked what you wanted to watch. ”Uhm…whatever?” you said with an awkward smile. + Well guess what, there is a movie called ’Whatever’ from the year 1998. + However, you grew familiar with the creeps. As the days go by, you got more comfortable with them and you interected with them more often. + EJ notices. One day, when you were sitting on his favourite seat in the world, he said, ”Hey, that’s actually uh my sofa so…” ”..oh..*you got off and went*” He just watched you go and he sat on his sofa. + HOLY CRAP WERE YOU EMBARASSED. + Why? You sat at his sofa almost everyday without knowing it was his. You babbled abd babbled to Jane about it. ”I SAT ON HIS SOFA. HIS. SOFA.” ”uhuh, and I don’t see the-” “THE PROBLEM. IS THAT I WAS QUIET FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND JUST WELL, SAT THERE!” ”uhuh..first thing first, calm down,” + so you went up to him and apologised, he had his mask off at that time. ”Oh..it’s nothing..” he said with a small cute smile and pats your head. + OK, ANOTHER EMBARASSMENT BECUASE HE JUST PAT YOUR HEAD SOFTLY RIGHT AFTER HE GAVE YOU A PRECIOUS SMILE + oo crush~ + You babbled again to Jane, and she concludes.. ”You have a crush on him huh?” ”,,ò>ó,, duh” + Lucky you, he wanted to be friends. But he didn’t straight up tell you of course. He just showed you he wanted to, with actions. + He hang out with you often, walking around, having lunch, accompanying you after midnight. + teach him to play video games please. It’s not that he’s never played, he’s just really bad at it. ”What’s the triangle icon for,” ”It’s-“ ”What about the square?” ”That’s for-“ ”Is the circle supposed to be pressed?” ”Let.me.finish.” ”ok” yeah, xbox controllers can be very confucing huh? + He’s soft spoken af. + Your outgoing, helpful, and expressive personality, he’s jealous of it. The good kind of jealous (>u<) He really admires thet about you.

love is in the end log 2 - lovebirds ❤️

+ who confessed first? Kinda, you. + It was excidental. You didn’t mean to tell him that he was adorable. ”Why should I take the rabbit ears off?” ”Just do it!*you attempt to take it from his head*” ”*chuckles and grabs your wrist* Why?” ”BECAUSE YOU LOOK ADORABLE AND MY CHEEKS ARE BURNING” ”o- then why would I?,” ”JACK!” ”pfft-“ + He is a tease! (ahhh) + he may be soft, but he is very very over—protective. He will ’mark’ you, with your consent of course. + He advices you to think before literally dropping everything just to help someone, ”You yourself is way more important,” he’d tell you that. + Your blunt honesty makes you look strong and confident. He loves that about you. + But! That does not mean he will not interfere with your problem. He will stand either behind you or glare at anyone that has a problem with you. + (Why do I feel you are easily flustered? Maybe you are) he literally loves to tease you, probably a 24/7 hobby (ahahah) + he’ll sometimes take pictures of you sleeping and put it on your mirror or show you when you wake up. ”This is one of the cutest photo of you..” ”Really? which one— I AM DROLLING IN MY SLEEP IN THAT ONE!” ”Exactly!” ”JACK!” + When you go stargazing, he’d probably bring a telescope with. He really loves to admire you when you stargaze because when you do, your eyes outshine the night sky itself. You’ll be laying on your back while this man on his side, looking at you. + ”Are you even stargazing?” ”No..” ”Why?” ”Because I’m moongazing…” ”The moon is not out Jack..” ”yeah, but if I were to call it ’stargazing’ it wouldn’t fit the name…” ”Why is that?” ”Because there are a lot of stars and one of you..so,hence..moongazing..” + I see him as a Marvel fan, but, he would also be interested with DC. ”Wait…Batman has 4 Robins?” ”Yeah, wait, no, he has one,” ”Then who’s Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake..” ”They WERE his Robins..” “Ohhh..damn..he really loves orphans huh..” ”lmao what” + He doesn’t understand why you dislike cats but he just shrugs it off. Ok, he’s a ’doctor’. Therefore, he keeps needles in a place where only he knows where. + He will love you endlessly. Peppers kisses for fun. Cuddle when bored. You two, very wholsome. AF.

<< here you go! Your cat dynamic!!>>

HIYO! I am so sorry this took so long ^^” Hope you have a great day and Take Care! <3

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta matchups #eyeless jack #eyeless creepypasta #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta eyeless jack #eyeless jack creepypasta

[meimi-haneoka]

Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Extra Chapter 3&4: Comments + JP-ENG translation differences

If anyone was waiting for this: here it is, my combined post for the mini extra chapters 3 & 4 of Clear Card! 🤣 (yeah, with chapter 55 less than 10 days away, I definitely enjoyed my vacation and took my damn time) These mini chapters were so mini (barely 5 pages each, while the first two were 6 pages each *cough*) that I felt like it was a good idea collecting them in just one post. There are some comments to be made about the translation but overall nothing serious (nothing on "Mana" levels, yeah I'm gonna always use that one as a yardstick from now on, cause that was honestly ridiculous and I hope we reached the peak and we're never going to see a trainwreck like that anymore). These mini chapters are still interesting because, aside from providing some sweet couple moments, they're also useful "bridges" to connect chapter 54 to the upcoming chapter 55, lessening the feeling of discontinuity due to the 3 months of wait between one chapter and the other. How? Let's go under the cut to find out!

Extra chapter n. 3 - Yukito & Touya

Extra chapter n. 3 is fully dedicated to the super loved ship TouYuki 😊 Following the previous pattern, they also appear in the cover page as little plushies, Yukito is sitting on a moon stand while Touya is sitting on a globe. The japanese text on the cover says "If the power of that wish is really strong.... The "promise" between Yukito and Touya is..." I'm a bit unsure about the first line because I don't know if it's a truncated version of 強ければならない (in that case it must be read as "must be really strong").

The story is very simple and short, our two young men have finished their shift at the ice cream parlor and are changing out of their uniforms while talking about their plans for dinner: Nakuru is dead on set to eat nagashi soumen, a typical japanese summer dish - and I'm surprised the ENG translation this time actually bothered to add a side note for it, although I wonder if whoever decided to write "she's fortunate enough to be in Japan in the summertime" has ever tasted what summer in Japan is really like. Anyways, Yukito is totally on board with Nakuru's idea and he wants to invite Sakura and Syaoran too. Touya of course makes his automatic grumpy face when he hears about Syaoran, but Yukito teases him and then, just like that, he blurts out "Oh, by the way, now I can use a little bit of magic!!" Geez, never change Yukito 🤣the nonchalance with which he said that made everything almost anticlimatic! 🤣Touya confirms that he knew something was up, when he and Nakuru went to the Tsukimine Shrine, and Yukito apologizes for not discussing it with him first. Touya gets worked up a little and offers to the fans another kabedon scene, or should we say locker-don scene? 🤣 He expresses all of his frustration for not being able to protect the people dear to him when they get in danger, and warns Yukito to not get hurt...him, and his other self too! Yukito can feel all the love and care from Touya in that enraged warning, and thanks him.

So yeah, there wasn't much that could be messed up, but the differences I have noticed are:

- In the ENG Yukito says "I can use magic now", while in the JP there's a very small but important detail added: "I can use a little bit of magic now!", signifying that what he can do is still pretty limited (and we've seen him summoning that barrier + Nakuru explaining that from now on he'll be the one deciding when he'll turn into Yue, retaining all memories of it)

- also Yukito doesn't exactly say "he's like family to you now" when talking about Syaoran, as much as it sounded good... He wouldn't expose Touya that much right on his face 😂 He actually used a verb, mitomeru 認める, which literally means "to recognize" but in this context it's used to indicate when you recognize someone's value (because you didn't, before) and you kinda "accept them" in your space. So yeah, even if Yukito didn't exactly use those words, I wouldn't know how else to express this "recognition" in English, so I guess "he's family to you now" can work (even if very blunt and probably overboard)

- In the last panel Yukito doesn't say "I thought you were most mad at me" (this caused confusion to me at first), but actually... Touya "the thing that pisses me off the most, more than you not discussing it with me, is people dear to me getting hurt" Touya "and what pisses me EVEN MORE off is being unable to do anything, when that happens" Yukito "You said 'the most' but there was actually something above that 😁" Touya "Shut up" So Touya is basically kinda mad/worried that Yukito will get into some trouble with the new powers, so he's warning him to not get hurt in the process 😁 (that's why Yukito replies 'thank you' after that) And Yukito was messing with him with that "there was something above 'the most'" 🤣

I found this mini chapter really cute and it surprised me to have yet another proof of how assertive Yukito can be when he decides to do something. As I've said in one of my previous replies to an ask, he knew what Touya thought about him taking "initiatives", so he didn't even need to discuss it with him. He once told him "if you really must, do what you decided to do", and Yukito didn't need anything else. Touya doesn't seem particularly offended either. The trust between these two is really heartwarming, and it goes to show how strong the bond between them is 😊

Extra chapter n. 4 - Eriol & Kaho

As it was easy to guess, after Touya and Yukito came Eriol and Kaho. We find them in the shape of little plushies just like everyone else, in front of a big window opening on a garden at night. The text reads: "Eriol Hiiragizawa and Kaho Mizuki. They think about Sakura with love, from the far away land of England"

Although, I'd like to point out to the editor that they've actually chatted about Kaito the whole time and Sakura was mentioned only in the very last page 🤣🤣

In this very short but meaningful extra chapter, CLAMP teased our thirst for answers to the many mysteries of Clear Card, and since the previous one was connected to chapter 54 (with the whole "hurt the people dear to me" matter), I actually predict this one will be connected to chapter 55. You'll see, what Eriol and Kaho talked about in this chapter will come out in chapter 55 too. It's definitely not by chance that they ended up talking about him, after all.

And summarizing the mini chapter, it really just comes down to this: Kaho finds Eriol still awake and checking out some strange piece of papers with the logo of the Magic Association on them, which Eriol explains are "documents with information regarding Yuna D. Kaito". It seems like it was very difficult to obtain them because apparently these papers were treated with magic. They contain his supposedly "spectacular war records", but Eriol adds that he might have understood a little bit better "why someone like him would start travelling with the girl". He adds that it's because he's also someone whose personality is a little bit twisted by having powers too strong, just like Kaito. It seems Eriol found something in common with him. Kaho passively aggressively scolds him telling him that yes, the fact that he didn't keep his promise to rest up does make him a little problematic! 😂 Eriol finally lies down on the bed and ends the chapter with the strong hope that Sakura will be able to show to Kaito what really matters the most, and in the meantime he will do everything he can from here, in order to help Sakura and the people who love her.

This mini chapter was a surprise, because I imagined it could be about Eriol and Kaho, but I thought they would be talking about Sakura and her situation with the powers, I would've never imagined they'd talk about Kaito the whole time. 😂 This extra chapter also came exactly at the same time of the CLAMP Space of July 30th, in which they talked for the first time about Kaito, and in some quite understanding terms too. You can find the translation of that particular bit of the Space as a pinned post to this blog! In that period I thought there was some kind of "message" that CLAMP was trying to pass through. That maybe Kaito isn't what everyone think he is. That there might be much more to him, and Eriol feels similar enough to him to get a hunch about what he's doing.

I also am a bit curious about Kaito's "battle records". They did say, during the flashback of his past, that soon enough there wasn't anyone capable of beating him anymore, but now I really wonder what's the nature of these "battles".....are those with the members of the Association, as a "practice"? Or.....are those...battles triggered during the "tasks" that those bastards gave him? The matter does concern me, and from what I could see, it sparked the curiosity of the JP fandom too.

Another thing that surprised me in a good way, is seeing Eriol affirming that he could grasp a little bit better why Kaito would start his journey with Akiho because they have a similar personality, twisted by the strong power. It seems almost as if Eriol wanted to say "I understand where he's coming from" or even "I would've done the same".

About the translation, the things I have to point out are:

- On page 3, in the ENG version Kaho asks for a confirmation that Kaito had kept all that information hidden with magic, but actually in the JP text there's no indication that it was Kaito doing it. Maybe it was the Association itself that kept it hidden. Who knows.

- On page 4, what actually the Eng translation left behind is that in that sentence Eriol says そんな彼が. It's a nuance, but he's basically saying "I have a feeling I grasped a little bit why someone like him would start a journey with the girl" -> "someone like him" -> "the reason why someone who has a brilliant battle record like him, so in theory a dangerous, belligerent person, would start a journey with that girl"

- I wonder if it was necessary to write "little" beside "girl", since the word used in the JP version is 少女, which is the correct term for a girl the age of Akiho. "Little girl" is probably more apt to translate the word 幼女, which indicates a girl younger than 7/9. They could've used "young girl" or just "girl", imo.

- Kaho's passive-aggressive remark to Eriol was much more striking in the original 😂😂 ENG, Kaho: I'm more concerned about your wellbeing, didn't you promise to rest up?" JP, Eriol: Maybe it's because we both are "magicians whose personality was skewed by having too much magical powers" JP, Kaho: indeed, you promised me you would sleep yet you didn't keep that promise, I do think that's a bit problematic 😊

And that's basically it. As you can see, it isn't much (thank god, it would've been awful if they managed to mess up even in such a small amount of pages!) but still some interesting bits. I really liked both of these extra chapters, even though my preference goes to the fourth one for obvious reasons. But also because I missed Eriol and it was so good to see him again! I feel like this extra chapter built the hype for chapter 55 skillfully, and I hope we'll see some powerful revelations, in less than 10 days!❤ Aren't y'all excited?? I am starting to get nervous, I admit it! 😆 See you soon!! 😉

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