#i made him extra babey

[soupbabe]

Unfit (OPLA! Klahadore/Kuro x Fat! Reader)

While Kaya offered up her expansive collection of clothes, Reader can't find something that fits them.

Self indulgent fic time babey!! It's been rough lately, I've really been wanting to write something like this.

Warnings: Insecure reader, lil bit of angst and out of character comfort from Klahadore<3

Standing alone in front of a mirror, you frowned. You're sure Kaya had good intentions in providing you and your crew nicer clothes. Her wardrobe is so big that you can't blame her when she insisted that you'd find something. Yet, her kind words didn't stop the growing pile of pants you couldn't button all the way next to you. Taking a deep, but shakey breath, you took off the piece of clothing and added it to the neatly folded stack that hid behind a privacy screen. The evening was supposed to be fun, easy. All you had to do was be on your best behavior until Luffy and Usopp secured the ship. Even Nami and Zoro were able to let loose with some drinks and a fashion show. Instead, you're curling in on yourself, in your underwear, and trying not to lose it over a pair of pants.

Though, left on your lonesome, negative thoughts spiral quickly. Mumbling reassurance evolved into scolding. "You're supposed to be a pirate. Pirates don't care about shit like this. They don't care about pants..." You felt your face burn in embarrassment. Seeing everyone grab all the clothes they wanted and it'd fit like a glove made you feel delusional, stupid.

A gentle knock on the wall made the neck on your hair stand straight. "Hello? Y/n?" A smooth voice called out. You froze in place, eyes wide at the realization: It's Klahadore. Swiftly wiping away at your eyes, you took a deep breath and responded from behind a privacy screen. "I'm here." "Dinner starts in 5 minutes, everyone is expecting you to join us. You're not plotting something, are you?" Jolting, you reach out and try to put on the shorts you walked into the mansion with. Though in your panic, you tripped over a pant leg and knocked over both the tower of clothes you laid out before and the privacy screen that hid you from the butler's view.

A small gasp emitted from Klahadore as he peered down at you on the floor, your pants barely hanging onto your hips. "My word.. are you alright?" You laid there frozen in terror, hesitant to take the hand he reached out. Your gaze was glued to the ground, the embarrassment was just too much. You wanted to sink into the walls of dresses and jackets and suffocate beneath the satin. A gloved hand traced the outline of your face until it held a firm grip on your chin. Tilting your face upwards until your eyes met his, Klahadore spoke up. "I asked if you're alright. If I'm not mistaken, I told you to dress nice too and you're in the same clothes you came in here with. What's taking you so long?" His questions felt like demands, as if you're being interrogated. His voice sent shivers down your spine, everything he says is tactful. Like he wants you to shake under his gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat and your pride, you speak up. "I couldn't find anything to wear... nothing fit." Your voice grew dim towards the latter half of your admission, but that's what all it took for Klahadore to smile, to be pleased with you answering back.

As he withdrew your hand, your face burned bright. With any luck, you'd faint and no longer have to talk to him. "I was worried of that happening. Unfortunately, Miss Kaya shot down the idea of giving you extra clothing from the servant quarters." He tilted his head to get a better look at your puffy eyes and flushed face. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Nothing.." "I don't like liars, Y/n. Tell me what's on your mind." His tone, while commanding, felt softer. It's like he's butler first, human later. He's only being kind after getting what he wanted after you.

"I'm just tired of not fitting into things...no matter what I try, I'll always be too big for stuff." You scowled. "I just..I just want to look nice. I want to look and feel good like Zoro or Nami. I don't want servant clothes, Kaya promised we'd look our best and I want to actually feel like it." You felt your nose sting and your eyes water. Klahadore watched you intently, hearing your voice increase in anger and intensity. Taking out a handkerchief, the ex pirate captain wiped away the tears that highlighted your chubby cheeks.

"While I don't have the means to provide you with what you want specifically, I want you to stay here. I'll be back in a minute." He sat you down on the ottoman that sat in the middle of the room and vanished into the dark hallway. However, Klahadore was a man of his word. Within seconds he returned with a folded outfit in hand: black dress pants and a white button up shirt. On top of the outfit though, were a couple of jewelry boxes. Inside revealed a golden necklace with the silhouette of a cat and a matching ring with a similar insignia. "Consider it a gift. It's something I've held onto before Miss Kaya's parents took me in, I think it's time for me to let it go." His smile was small, genuine.

Klahadore waiting outside patiently as you tried on the clothes he's given you. From outside the screens, he could hear a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, disbelief, enjoyment. "Did I choose right for you?" He asked, to which you strutted out to answer his question. Your shirt was tucked in, though largely unbuttoned to show off your chest and most importantly, the necklace. "How does it fit?" You spun around and Klahadore drank in the view. You never hid your curvy figure, only accentuated it. While he holds himself to a high standard, he can't admit that it didn't drive him mad.

He walked up and smoothed down the wrinkles on your shirt, his touch lingering on your shoulders and soft waist. "Fits like a glove." He stood tall wants more and linked his arm with yours. "Now, it's almost time for dinner. It'd be a shame to keep Miss Kaya waiting."

#klahadore #Klahadore x reader #one piece klahadore #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece live action #captain kuro #Captain kuro x reader #x fat reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader

[ccraccz]

Hello! May I request a GN reader x Ezreal or any of the Heartsteel boys (you can choose which ones you like) going out on an arcade date with the reader! I hope this isn't too much, thank you ^^

Arcade date

characters: Ezreal x gn!Reader, Aphelios x gn!Reader

Ezreal

He'd totally brag about being so good with arcade games during the drive there

Only to be gobsmacked at how good you are on the claw machines and shooting games

Here he is thinking he'd be able to get you something from the prize counter

Only to get his ass kicked by you

Poor babey

Ezreal's sulking now

That is until he found your weakness

Driving games

His best weapon is your worst enemy

He got first the whole time

That made him happy

Laser tag? LASER TAG

If you're on the same team, you guys are winning that game by a land slide

Opposite teams?

He's targetting you whether you like it or not

Your group still wins though LMAO

You're just that good pooks

Dance dance revolution

You guys try it out and he falls on the floor three times and twists his ankle twice

He now has a grudge with DDR. Never getting on that thing ever again

Yk those VR Rollercoaster things?

Yeah, he'd get so scared going through the dinosaur one

He's so me

But he'd go ham on beat saber LOL

He'd prolly be one to buy food from the arcade restaurant tho

I will say, those arcade fries hit DIFFERENT

He'd also probably take you to chuck E cheese before you tekk him to bring you to another arcade place LMAO

He comes out with all the extras you got from the claw machines as the things from the counter in his hands and you holding the drinks

Augh he's so cuteness!

You definitely get him some type of plush that looks like him tho

A green little rabbit or something LMAO

He'll ask for so many kisses because you embarrassed him 🧚‍♀️

Aphelios

AUGH I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN ITS CRAZY

Other than that, he's such a God at arcade games!

The arcade is literally like a second home to him

He knows these games like the back of his hand

He'd devour in motorcycle driving games, rhythm games, claw machines

Hell! He'd even get the jackpots in most games!

He didn't even struggle on DDR 😭 he's that good!

The only time he'd probably struggle are those vr rollercoasters , mostly because it's so loud, and he just doesn't like how public your reactions can be lmao

He'd just freeze up in the end and not hit any of the virtual bugs that you need to kill💀

Either way, you guys come out just minutes before the arcade closes, hands filled with bags

He literally bought every expensive thing from the ticket counter for you

But he doesn't go as low as to buy you food from there

So you guys then go to a restaurant and eat, and after that you have some fun in the car and at home 💙

You have to thank him in a way 🙃

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HAHA I LOVE THIS ASK SM THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING LOVE!! 💙💙💙

#heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel #heartsteel aphelios x reader #heartsteel x female reader #heartsteel aphelios x male reader #heartsteel aphelios x gn reader #gender neutral reader #heartsteel ezreal x male reader #heartsteel ezreal x fem reader #heartsteel ezreal x gn reader

[slashersteve]

Let's Kiss

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: It might be the end of the world, and you're for some reason worried about having never been kissed. Steve decides to change that.

warnings/extra tags: friends kissing tm, friends making out tm, reader spirals for a second here, gets a little heated but this isnt my nsfw blog, cursing, beta read, edited by me and autocorrect babey

note: forgive me for writing slowly :') i wanted to experiment with writing more kissing scenes and decided it was a perfect time for you to kiss steve till you were stupid. Thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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For the third time in your life, it felt like the end of the world, but unlike those times, this time felt as if it actually might be. And you were…not okay if you were being honest. Everyone who was piled into this stolen Winnebago that Eddie Munson hot-wired was not okay, but they seemed to be holding it together better than you. 

When Steve Harrington drove into an open field so that you guys could properly prepare for your battle with Vecna, who was also known as Henry Creel, but also 001, you thought the fresh air would be just what you needed. You were wrong though when you thought of Vecna though, as the guy had shown Nancy some big, big plans of his that had to do with opening up a massive gate in the middle of Hawkins.

In response, you and everyone else here had big plans too, some that involved baiting him with a still cursed Max while the rest of you venture into the Upside Down to try and kill him before his plan could come to fruition. Honestly, it was a good plan, especially with Nancy basically leading all of you, and you couldn’t poke many holes into it…except for one…or some. 

What if he didn’t take the bait with Max? What if Dustin and Eddie’s plan to distract the bats didn’t work? What if you step on a vine and alert the guy? And what if he literally knows everything you’re planning at this exact second and you’re all walking into a trap? 

You don’t usually freak out like this, in fact, you had once prided yourself in your ability to be calm and collected in nearly every situation, but there must be something in the air right now or Vecna/Henry/One somehow got into your head or something because you were on the verge of a whole panic attack. Even Robin was more calm than you were (or at least appeared so).

“Preparation is key,” Nancy had said when going over your plan again when you questioned if it would actually work. And she was right, the first time you were in the Upside Down it was by chance (or force as the bruises around Steve’s neck still gave you uncomfortable chills and dread), but this time you’re going to be practically armed with all the shit you just bought at that angry hick store Eddie suggested while Max baits Vecna. 

God, the thought of anything going wrong made your chest hurt, and you wanted to vomit all over the grass next to Nancy and Max’s feet as she sawed off the barrel of the shotgun.

“I’m- I’m going to go and change,” you said quickly before that could happen. They both glanced at you, and Nancy told you that was fine all the while it looked like Max could see right through you. 

“She looks like she’s about to bail or something,” Max said, watching you make a beeline toward the Winnebago where Steve and Robin were currently sitting outside of. 

Nancy hummed as she returned her focus on the felony she was committing and said, “I’m sure she’s fine.”

You didn’t say so much as a word when you went into the Winnebago and closed it, making Steve and Robin glance at one another before Robin was continuing to make their Molotov bombs with kerosene and empty alcohol bottles. 

Steve’s eyes lingered on the shut door a little longer, noticing your odd demeanor, before reluctantly turning his attention back to the Molotov bombs as well. 

It was in the Winnebago when things took a turn for the worse for you.

You had just finished changing out of your tattered clothing from your first trip in the Upside Down, and now wore the exact same camouflage shirt Steve was wearing and some new pants. You started to spiral, essentially, your thoughts coming at you fast and all at once, thoughts about what could potentially happen and go wrong, about possibly getting killed, which led you to think about a lot of the things you hadn’t done yet. 

You wanted to graduate and attend the college you were already accepted to, then graduate from there, and maybe find a significant other there or something to at least experience that. It was just insane to you that you experienced what it’s like to breathe in the air of another dimension before anything inherently romantic.

It made you wonder if your life would ever be…just normal.

That was when the door was being opened and Steve was walking in without any regard to look specifically for you. When his eyes landed on you, they suddenly squeezed shut and he said, “Shit! Sorry! Were you changing? I’ll just-“ he blindly stepped backwards, knocking into the back of the passenger seat. 

"It's okay! I'm done anyways," you told him, and he opened only one eye slowly before opening both.

"Still, I should've knocked," he laughed awkwardly as he stepped back into the Winnebago and said, "Molotov's are done, Eddie and Dustin's spears and shields are made, Nancy committed a felony...I say we're almost ready."

"Oh," you said a bit shakily, "So soon?"

He nodded, and said, "Yup, we should probably leave soon if we want to make it at sundown."

You dropped your eyes for a second, and forced the nervous exhale from coming out as everyone was on as much edge as you were about everything, and you didn't need to burden any of them with your doubt.

"Are...you ready?" Steve asked suddenly, and you glanced up at him.

"I-" you shut your lips to gulp nervously, then opened them again to say, "I...don't know..."

His eyes looked thoughtful as they stared at you, and he nodded, "Yeah...me either to be honest." He laughed weakly as he leaned on the side and crossed his arms.

You looked up and kept your gaze on him this time as he sighed deeply, "Just talked with Robin, and she thinks it might not work out for us..."

Your heart dropped, "Oh."

"But...she also said that we're crazy, and that...if we don't try and stop him then who will," he licked his dry lips for a second, "And she's right. Whatever happens...we win..or lose...at least we tried."

It was a bitter thought, to think that even if you go in prepared and ready for battle things can still go south. You needed to sit down immediately, and once you did on the couch in the back, you dropped your head in your hands at the thought of the endless possibilities.

"Is this what our lives have been leading up to?" you asked suddenly, voice quivering, "Battling a sadistic clock obsessed guy with powers like El and bad skin who snaps people's bones because he wants to open a giant gate to take over the world? What ever happened to normal lives, you know? Why hasn't our only problems been oh am I going to pass this physics exam or oh my god is he going to call me back? You know normal problems that normal people experience?"

You were rambling in a similar manner like Robin might, and it caught Steve off guard as you hardly ever did anything like that while Robin does it often.

Also, you already looked and sounded like you were defeated before the final battle even began, and Steve disliked that a lot.

"Hey, hey, we beat this guy? Then we'll have those normal problems," Steve tried to comfort you, "If this guy is really the big threat, and we manage to put him down, that'll be the end of everything...hopefully."

You moaned dreadfully, completely ignoring Steve, "There's just so much I should be experiencing, I don't understand why I experienced what it's like to climb up into a ceiling and fall out of the other side before I experience, I don't know, a first date? A first kiss? I know that stuff's not super important but still, it would be nice."

Steve tried to speak, but you were continuing on, your thoughts venturing to other matters besides yourself and it was making him even more concerned with your current state.

"And it's not even just me, like those kids out there? They're so young, one of them is literally cursed, like what the hell is up with that? It’s so fucked up!"

You were continuing to ramble and asking rhetorical question after rhetorical question that Steve had to actually go over to sit next to you and grasp your shoulders to make you stop and look at him.

"Hey!" he said, slightly shaking you as your eyes met, "All this is not helping anybody, especially yourself. I think the same things sometimes, and I wish I had some kind of explanation for you, but I don't even know it."

You stared blankly at him, and he sucked in a tight breath and continued to say, "What I do know is that we really don't have normal lives, and you know, at this point we just kind of have to to live with that-"

"But-"

"I also know," he cut you off, "That if we're going to go down there and try to put an end to this then we need to be prepared and level-headed you know? So...just...tell me what I can do to make you feel better."

His final request was odd to you, as you didn't know what he could do. He could tell you everything was going to be alright, but you'd know it was probably going to be a lie to try and calm you down. Steve knew as much as you did, and it sucked for a moment because you were expecting him to know more. Still, the question did make your heart swell up because of how genuinely nice he was, just being here with you and talking to you, wanting to make you feel better.

You instead took in a deep breath, trying to calm down the pacing of your heart stemmed from your blast of anxiety, and now the typical feeling you get when around the guy as you said, "You...you don't have to do anything. I'm sorry...you're right, tonight could be the end of the world, we're all nervous, but I'm the only stupid one ranting about never having kissed anyone."

You rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, and turned away from Steve to look at the ground.

Beside you, Steve shifted in his spot, and said "You don't have to apologize...I just almost lost you there for a moment."

You laughed weakly, but didn't reply.

Steve looked at you thoughtfully, and cleared his throat gently before saying, "For the record...I don't think you being worried about things like a first kiss is stupid."

"Yes it is Steve," you replied immediately, "In the face of the end of the world? Yeah...it's stupid."

"Well, I don't know, they're probably thinking about things like that too..." Steve trailed off, "Just because you're the only one voicing it doesn't make it stupid."

You pressed your lips together, and shrugged weakly at him in response as you leaned back on the couch now, the top of your head smacking lightly against the back window.

You weren't looking at Steve, because if you were, you probably would've caught a shift in his gaze that meant an idea was coming about, whether it was good or bad, you wouldn't have known until he said it.

And after a few seconds of silence, he did tell you, except you refused to believe you heard him right. 

"What?" you asked, wanting him to repeat it so you don’t look silly.

He coughed into his hand nervously and said, "I could kiss you right now...you know...give you a sense of...normal or something...or to like…cross that off your list."

Steve wasn't looking at you as he repeated himself, which was just as well, because you felt your cheeks heat up and your jaw slightly drop. Not sure if he was just teasing you or something, you muttered, "Normal...normal friends don't kiss each other, Steve."

He laughed breathlessly, and ran his hand over his mouth for a moment before replying, "Friends do help each other though...also pretty sure we established we're not normal."

Now that made you laugh, not a weak or breathless one like before, but a genuine one and you said, "Yeah...that's definitely true.”

He was looking at you now, brown eyes staring right into yours and you saw then that he was serious about it, serious about kissing you and letting you experience at least that before tonight.

It wasn't like you hadn't thought about it before, if that warm feeling he always gave you when he was around, even now, said anything. You've thought about it even before you were friends, when he was a stupid jerk in high school who never looked twice at you but still made you weak in the knees.

After getting to know him more, you wanted to do more than just kiss the guy. You wanted to go on dates with him, hold his hand, make him laugh...all those romantic like things you've only seen in the movies. Would kissing him right now, in a moment like this, be a good move?

At your silence, Steve began to move to stand as he was saying, "God yeah, you're right it's not normal. I'm sorry I offered and made it weird."

Your hand was flying upward to capture his wrist gently, and when your eyes met, your thoughts went away as you realized you had made your answer already. You gave him a single nod, and then said, "Let's kiss."

His gaze remained on yours then, his expression softening slightly as he waited a few seconds before settling back down in the space next to you.

The atmosphere changed drastically then, the color within the Winnebago a pretty golden shade, bouncing off of Steve's face and his brown eyes as they bore into yours. You never really noticed how soft of a brown color his eyes were, maybe because you’ve never been this close enough to see them.

His next question had tore you out of your mesmerized gaze, asking you in a soft, quiet voice you never heard him speak in if you were sure it’s what you wanted.

You nodded, and said in a breathless voice, "Yes I'm sure."

Your heart was beating out of your chest, this time for the reason that any second now you were going to be kissing Steve Harrington, the once King of Hawkins High, and now one of your closest friends. You were nervous, and you were scared, but no more than you were scared about what might happen tonight.

He was just so close to you though, instead of the usual cologne he wore that drove you mad, he smelled like the earth and the pungent smell of the kerosene they used to create molotovs. It really proved that it wasn't just his cologne that drove you mad, it was simply him.

It was him just being here and this close that’s what made you this way, what was making you forget for a second that the end of the world was hours away. Your breath had even hitched and he gently reached upward to cup your cheek, a gesture that made you feel more heat spread across your face and chest.

His eyes flickered to your lips then as he began to move in, and you tensed up as you felt his lips gently graze over your own before they pressed fully against yours.

Though it was just a peck, just two lips touching, you practically melted in your seat when you felt his slightly chapped lips on yours. Your eyes even fluttered shut for a second, and any doubt of this being a bad idea faded at once as you returned the kiss.

When he leaned away from you after a few seconds, you opened your eyes to meet him and he asked with a small smile on the lips that were just on yours, "How was that?"

You were practically breathless as you replied something incoherent, and Steve tilted his head curiously at you, not understanding what you had said, and to be fair you didn’t know either. Your eyes fell back onto his lips, instead wondering if they were tingling like yours currently were, and wondering if he too felt the fire that he ignited in your chest by that simple kiss.

Steve had noticed your eyes had flickered back to his lips, and he exhaled deeply, and moved his hand underneath your chin to make you meet his gaze again. You blinked almost dreamily up at him, and he asked you in that same sweet, soft voice that would be added to your favorite things about him… "Want to do it again?"

Oh, how fast you said yes.

He didn't hesitate after your answer, pressing his lips fully onto yours to quite frankly give you another best first kiss of your life that you were sure nobody could beat even if they tried.

His experienced lips moved against your inexperienced ones, taking control and taking your breath away all at once. His lips were slow and steady on yours, gently sliding along yours and it was you who tilted your head gently in order to deepen it just a little more.

Steve's hand had moved from your chin, rather moving to the back of your head as he exhaled for a moment right onto your lips, and he asked, “Is this okay?” in reference to how quickly heated this kiss was becoming. You responded to him by leaning back in, and he chuckled as you recaptured his lips onto yours.

You didn't know what you were doing, since you've made it clear you've never kissed anyone, let alone like this, but it felt like you were doing something right as you tried to return his kiss with the same intensity as him especially when he hummed against you, his lips slightly vibrating on yours and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

When you felt the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, it sort of brought you back to yourself for a moment and he was leaning away again, his cheeks were a blush pink color and he said, “Fuck I’m sorry. We agreed on a kiss, and I’m trying to stick my tongue down your throat.” 

He laughed awkwardly at his own words, and you could only sit there and stare at him all starry eyed, your prior concerns with the end of the world all but gone for even just a few seconds and you replied, “I…I don’t mind.” 

Now you felt like the awkward one when he just stared at you, except you didn’t notice that his eyes were just as starry as yours, and then, the soft brown of his eyes shifted and darkened at your response and you were kissing again, picking off right where you left off. 

Your lips parted and you felt him slip his tongue inside of your mouth, now really drinking you up and your hands flew upward to his sides, sliding them underneath his jacket and you felt him shudder against your hands as they touched his firm back above his shirt that matched yours.

The honest truth was you weren’t thinking about what this may imply, with how good Steve was kissing you and how intoxicated you both were quickly becoming on each other. It didn’t occur to you that Steve has probably been wanting to kiss you like this for a while now.

With your arms around him, you pulled him almost on top of you, your head smacking back against the window again as his tongue explored your mouth and all your worries just floated away as your mind was becoming fuzzy on him and the feeling he was bringing out of you.

“Steve,” you mumbled his name with a voice that was even unrecognizable to you, and it only urged him further, drinking up the next murmur of his name and you dragged your nails into his back (being wearing of his bandage) now feeling a sort of heat settling in the pit of your stomach as he practically devoured you in this Winnebago.

There was no telling where this might’ve gone, or how far either of you would’ve let it go, as Eddie was entering the Winnebago with a slam of the door saying, “Hey! So we’re- holy shit-” 

The rest of his sentence was cut off at the sight of the position you and Steve were currently in. He had come in so fast and unexpectedly that neither you or Steve pulled apart quick enough so Eddie saw, well, everything, especially Steve nearly on top of you and his tongue in your mouth.

All you really could do was pull your lips apart from each other and look at the metalhead with similar, wide eyes.

“Uh…yes?” you asked awkwardly after a few seconds of silence, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment rather than whatever Steve had been making you feel.

Eddie stared at the both of you for a second longer before he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, some of us need this to change in, so if you want to make out- there’s an entire field out there,” he gestured around almost dramatically, and you blinked a few times, “Right yeah, so I’ll give you guys a moment.” 

Neither you and Steve could properly respond to him as he was out of the vehicle in record time and you could hear some mumbling after the door shut and then Dustin saying quite loudly, “What? No, they’re not together- wait- what?”

A harsher wave of embarrassment came over you this time, realizing what had just happened between you and Steve, how heated it had gotten from a single peck to Steve’s tongue in your mouth and you pulling him on top of you. Your eyes trailed back to meet Steve as he leaned away from you, and your hands were falling to your lap. You wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out was a flustered breath at the loss of warmth you felt underneath his jacket. 

Thankfully, Steve spoke for you, and he asked after an awkward, light cough, “Are you uh- feeling better now?” 

You sat up more, flashing your eyes toward him before you looked down at your lap, noticing you were twiddling your thumbs nervously and all you could do was nod. Steve’s eyes stayed resting on yours, and before you knew it, he put his hand over yours. 

Your eyes lifted to meet him again, and you could see there was a small, almost shy smile on his lips before he said, “I think I want to take you out on your first date too, if we end up saving the world.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and asked stupidly, “As like…a friend thing?” 

He chuckled at your response, and shook his head, “No…no not like a friend thing at all…to be honest what just happened…if it wasn’t clear that wasn’t a friend thing either, I’ve been wanting to do that forever.” 

His cheeks were still flushed, and his voice was still soft and low, only wanting you to hear him. And the way he was looking at you? His eyes were so intense, so adoring. Has he always looked at you like this and you just never noticed? 

You stayed staring at him with a soft, surprised gaze, genuinely taken back by all this, and you decided right then and there that you were going to kill Vecna/Henry/One just to go on this date with Steve and maybe kiss him like you just had until you couldn’t breathe anymore and without interruption. 

#my titles are the worst i am SO sorry i can never match just hold me </3 #this might be one of the final imagines as i wanna focus on cant cheat fate #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #reader insert #female reader #lys writes again

[muertawrites]

Thinking of jobs Eddie would have after graduating: mechanic (based off the tiktok tour of his trailer), a chef (he goes from making weed brownies to expanding and experimenting with more foods without weed), works at a music store, works at the library, works at the craft store, and leaves hawkins with his band and makes it big

mechanic!eddie

yes. yes yes yes yes yes YES. i wholeheartedly believe that this man has a love for muscle cars and vintage rides. and like. that's what he would specialize in. he would gush constantly about whatever collector car he's fixing up and modern!eddie would be sending you pictures all day. like "babey look. i made the engine work" <3 he'd be way too cute

he'd also just be generally pretty handy? like anything that's wrong with your car / in your apartment he has a solution for. he knows exactly what that weird noise is and just how to fix it. will take payment in snacks and s*xual favors. will honestly do it just bc he cares.

also eddie in coveralls? sweaty and covered in grease stains? hair pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of his neck or with a bandana tied around his forehead? artists please help a girl out i am dying

chef!eddie

eddie munson can't cook. idc who says what, that's canon.

he'd be a pretty stellar bartender tho.

music store!eddie

has to be reminded not to molest the guitars on his downtime or call them pet names around customers. still great at his job, tho. likes helping people out and giving advice about hardware and stuff. fixes guitars on the side for extra cash. gets promoted to manager within a year.

library!eddie

wouldn't last long in general circulation. he's too noisy, has too many opinions, and likes to read too much at the desk. librarians are generally pretty bitchy and uptight so they wouldn't appreciate his enthusiasm (based on my own experience working in a library).

would be a great teen programmer though. loves coming up with fun activities and getting the kids psyched for summer reading. hosts a d&d club and teaches kids how to dm. the librarians still hate him but he's good at his job and gives kids a safe space to hang out so they let him stay.

craft store!eddie

kind of just does this so the income from his "side business" looks a little more believable. still has fun asking people what projects they're working on and helping them find the right paint for figurines. looks hot af in a red apron.

love the idea of him flirting with me every time he checks me out (... at the register obviously lol). would spend even more time at the local craft store than i already do just to be able to talk to him.

rockstar!eddie

i actually feel like fame wouldn't really be for him? he doesn't like the idea of a record label tell him what to do, so he produces independently with gareth and jeff. they actually find some pretty good regional success and end up working for their indie label full time - both with their band and as sound engineers / managers / promoters.

corroded coffin gives me serious rush vibes. they write music about fantasy books and even tho they rock hard on stage, they go home after a gig and read. they like to party with their friends rather than fans and groupies.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanon #mechanic!eddie #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #corroded coffin #rockstar!eddie

[daily-wof-designs]

Design Process - Guidebook

Sawgrass - pretty standard mudwing design. i gave him embedded emeralds and a tail band to signify him as royal

Egret- trying to incorporate pale mudwing designs. i gave her orange to represent the "beak" of an egret.

Anhinga - I gave her both orange and pale markings to tie her to egret's design

Bayou - pale blue teardrop gems because shes a nervous wreck :heart:

Copperhead - i gave him copperhead snake patterning and blue flowers from his rainwing bf

Possum - i tried to invoke possum patterns in his design. did it work? eh

Olive - standard green mudwing but the red represents how sometimes olives are stuffed with red peppers. i have never eaten an olive in my life

Coypu - have you guys SEEN coypus. they have orange teeths

Moccasin - i assume tui meant moccasin as in the snake and not the. shoe? so i designed her after the snake

Taupe - i designed her after taupe (animal) but also a little bit of taupe (color)

Warthog - pig boy

Wisemind - ew. gross

Python - python patterning. i kind of made her similar to anaconda's design

Jacaranda - PURBLE. i love her design. in my hc ancient rainwing queens had skeleton markings. shes so silly i love her :heart:

Comet - I gave him the markings i usually give prophets but blacked out instead

mindhealer - purble^2

Bonecruncher/Greentalon - the wiki lists them as 'bonecruncher' but they wanted to be called greentalon so that felt mean : (. potted plant bc gardener

Beryl - pink skywings i love you

Jasper - im really proud of the lighter stripes he has. like a jasper

Tailwind - blacksmithing skywing. so cool. basically a desaturated canyon design

Canyon - i gave him p similar colors to tourmaline just to add onto that extra layer of hate scarlet had towards her daughter. gaudy.

Firestorm - Basically my scarlet design with a slight orange gradient. Scarlet was the only daughter she ever liked so it makes sense theyd be similar

Snapper - red snapper

Cardinal - baby boy :heart:

Igloo - brick pattern bc igloo

Snowstorm (Father) - white snowy pattern bc snowstorm

Snowstorm (Brother) - the cloak i gave him signifys he works at one of the temples mentioned in this section

Caribou (Bard) - standard icewing with caribou horns. and brown eyes bc i couldnt resist

Caribou (Mother) - same cloak as brother snowstorm. teal icewing. brown eyes.

Caribou (Sister) - similar design to her father, just with caribou horns. and brown eyes

Caribou (Grandmother) - green icewing real...

Caribou (Daughter) - babey... i made her slightly more purple than the bard

Caribou (Friend) - orange icewing omg....

Caribou (Princess) - one of my fav designs ever. brown icewing. im love her. her horns are so big.

Snowstorm (Advisor) - at first i wasnt sure about the dark blue but i think i dig it

Monarch I - I made those gradient face masks indicative of silkwing royalty, plus the frilly antennae and the massive wings and silk glands on ankles. eye wings bc thats p common in moths

Monarch II - sun lady : ]

Diadem - literally my monarch design but blue

Cicada - my lady cicada design but more pink

Tawny - technically they never say her tribe but considering this is before the hivewings split off i can assume shes a beetlewing. lightning pattern on her elytra bc shes mentioned during a lightning storm.

Magnolia - white and pink frill like magnolia flowers. lichtenburg scar on her face and neck

Tortoiseshell - similar to my tortoiseshell i design but with more hivewing features. map holder and aviation goggles bc clearsight said shes good at aerial mapping

Zelkova - split down the middle bc twins.

Silverwash - literally my monarch design but greyscale minus the wings. since shes the first "silkwing" mentioned in the book of clearsight i figured shes probably one of the early queens from when the tribe first split and gave her some slight beetlewing vibes (the extra snout horns)

The Prophetess - clearsight inspired, also a little baphomet coded maybe? it didnt come through in the final design but whatevs

Rowan - clearly based on romeo from romeo and juliet. red and heart patterns

Juniper - clearly based on juliet from romeo and juliet. blue and heart patterns

Ash - clearly based on anne from anne of green gables. ash trees are not orange but anne had orange hair

Guava - clearly based on gilbert from anne of green gables. guavas are pink : ]

Linden - linden trees have yellow flowering so i tied her to my sundew design. also i think she and sequoia were in lesbians with each other

#not designs #housekeeping - design process #guidebook

[alloutofgoddesses]

PJO TV Thoughts

S1,E6

(There will be book mentions/spoilers)

Can’t lie to y’all im on my second week of this semester and already just so eepy

Okay the first line does tell you exactly what’s happening in this dream but I was so confused by it being Percy’s headmaster from Yancy

Anyway omg I swear you can see Luke in the reflection like it’s gonna be so obvious it’s not Clarisse on rewatches

WE GOT “Little Hero”

Cracker Barrel! What o would give to eat at a Restaurant rn

A SECOND SEAWEED BRAIN HAS HIT THE PERCABETH TOWERS

(I am aware others have made that joke)

Omg hi Luke

Good not being sus Luke

ARREST HER?!?! Percy wtf

Luke I’m positive you would know what Ares is like

OOP if Luke picks up on it IMMEDIATELY…

The episode is titled “A Zebra Takes Us To Vegas” AND WE INLY GET A SECOND OF A ZEBRA ON SCREEN?!?!

Anybody else see the Geia fashion billboard or just me

Way to be obvious about it

“I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm/where the music don’t stop for life” I think that Levitating was chosen WITH INTENTION for these lyrics only

ODYSSEY MENTION

Graphic novels do count

ODYSSEUS MENTION

Oh besties… the lotus eaters have upgraded darlings

WISE GIRL WISE GIRL WEE WOO WEE WOO IT’S HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

The fact that they haven’t shown Grover eating garbage yet… cowards. COWARDS.

I do think that them knowing takes tension out of it but they think that it’s okay unless they eat something

CASTELLAN LORE ALREADY

A Saytr?? I’m saying that TV screen image is a sun so APOLLO MENTION

A gay satyr?!!! The subtext

Oh? I’m compelled certainly what kind of magic does the Lotus have to convince satyrs Pan is there

DREAM TALK

Like you can see extras wearing dated clothes but it’s just not the same

Also I’m waiting for others to find the di Angelos, I know I’m not gonna be able to find anything

(If they cut it out I will lose it)

Are the employees also under the spell? I would have to assume so

Uh oh Grover is forgetting

HE’S HERE

The way his face fell… I’m afraid LMM is eating as Hermes

BTW I saw someone say LMM was a bad choice as Hermes because canonically Hermes has the most children and they don’t think LMM is sexy enough for that… girlie do you not remember what happened when Hamilton came out be SO FOR REAL

At first I thought I wouldn’t be able to seperate actor from character but he’s doing such a good job that’s Hermes I’m sorry (no I’m not)

ORPHEUS MENTION (I’ve helped others [get into the Underworld] before)

Are the fields Italy? Once again folks I’m not gonna be able to find it so I’m reaching out to

Someone looks back I’m guessing

Oh babey the lore the tension

HEY WHAT WAS THAT

My guess is something to do with Gabe or as one brilliant Twitter user said, Percy’s first time at boarding school

YEAH ANNABETH MOVE BABY YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT

(Also how the fuck can Hermes do that)

Sure buddy see you next season

“This was all just a waste of time. We don’t have time to waste.” Oh Annabeth I’m so sorry for what you’re about to learn

I love all the helmets and stuff really lets you know what’s going on

Oh noooooo oh boy oh buddy oh wow that hurt

Sorry he’s making Hermes feel so empathetic which is exactly how he is in the books. He’s good!

OOP

Were those the di Angelos? They were brunette and small (still reaching)

Oh so that’s why they mentioned days earlier I see

HIS KEYS?

Are George and Martha on there are they wondering what’s happening

CENTRAL AIR BABEY

Oh no Percy’s forgetting too

Just rip him out and leave besties

Oh geez they’re never leaving at this rate

Damn there’s that fatal flaw again Percy

RIP Grover playing a human hunter game I will never forget you

Annabeth it was good it really was but you’re right. He is the god of thieves.

Oh boy now we know why they let him drive though

Me when I first started learning how to drive standard

Just in case you forgot Percy is a New Yorker

Oh NO bestie got distracted looking at the princess (his words not mine though I agree) next to him

NO DON’T TURN OFF THE LIGHT I WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE ANYTHING

What did I just say. What is happening on screen

Oh boyyyyyy

He’s just three apples tall

Oh it’s so much worse underwater

SEAWEED HAIR

Wait… were AFTER the summer solstice? WHY

Exactly Percy you gotta finish it

YEEAHHHHHHH

Four?!?! What about ‘you will fail to save what matters most in the end?’ He better lose one I stg

Next ep trailer

Okay so who’s eye is in the credits what do we think

Crusty’s!

Desert and terrible forest?

Okay yeah he definitely loses one or uses one to trick someone or something he said said “you guys leave with my mom”

Oh wait what if he uses it on Crusty… Disney let Percy actually be violent

SWORD FIGHT NEXT EP? At least the beginning

HOLD FAST MOM OHHHHHHHHH OUCH

BONUS: Hermes in cat form

#if you scroll to the end there’s a surprise :) #it’s not spoilers I promise it’s just a cute pie #PJO tv #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[eiseryn]

Feeling not that great lately so I took a bit of time to fill in this ship meme made by @/gibbarts for Vail x Lei! I have their ship name as Vailei (which is just me smushing their names together) but my friend has brought up Leil which is tempting just because it's fun to say... I think we'll stick with Vailei for now XD

I used some headcanons for this because NGL Vail doesn't have enough screentime in the canon campaign so I had to just fill in some blanks XD This is why he is also my OC now cuz I've made so many headcanons to fill in the blanks that he's prob a diff OC than the KP imagined XD

I realize their faces are kinda babey in this. That is because I did this in like 1 hr so it's very messy sorry. I still had a lot of fun filling this out and thinking about them <3 my OTP 🥺🥺🥺

OC lore under the cut (as per usual of course)

More explanations about how I picked this even though you didn't ask 😎

Big spoon Vail / Little spoon Lei. They could def swap though but this is their usual formation if they're spooning. Little spooning is def by Lei's request but she'll big spoon him if she wants him to feel extra comfy!

Lends clothes (Vail)/ Borrows clothes (Lei) - This is self explanatory. I already drew Lei in Vail's hoodie. She really likes to "borrow" his clothes, as in, she'll wear them until they don't smell like him anymore and then return them to him XD. I do have this funny quote thing so I headcanon he steals her fuzzy socks. I'll draw that one day :3 But I also think it would be hard for him to borrow her clothes even if they're similar heights because he has a SIZ of 65 (muscle mass) and she has a SIZ of 50 which means she's probably built like a stick XD

Pet names - Vail seems like the type of person who calls people by their name/ what they want to be called. So he would prob call Lei "Lei" which is something she even requests at the end of the campaign! (Before he called her "Doc"). Lei is definitely into pet names though! In the cyberpunk universe she probably calls him "my love" 🥺

Introversion/Extroversion - this one was kinda hard NGL. Lei is def more introverted but she isn't suuuper "Ew people" cuz she is a doctor and forced to interact with people. Because Vail likes to talk/ramble, I put him as slightly more extroverted but he didn't have enough screentime so XD I couldn't confirm this theory. He didn't seem that open to talking with Liam in the campaign but it could have been due to lack of time who knows 😔 By comparison Vail is prob more extroverted than Lei at least.

Affection through words (LEi) / Affection through actions (Vail) - Lei is both LMAO cuz her love language is physical touch. But she also expresses affection through her words! This is especially true because if she doesn't like you she won't even bother talking to you. But if she likes you, she'll say sweet things to you/compliment you AND if she really really likes you she'll be physically affectionate! Vail is def an actions person XD I mean we're talking about the guy who bought her a cat for her birthday. I think sometimes she can feel a bit sadge if he doesn't verbally validate her/ have words of affirmation for her but they work with it 🥺

Confesses first (Lei) / Waits for confession (Vail) - THIS ONE IS CANON LMAOOO. Although the first time they hung out it was him who initiated, she has to make him ask her for dinner XD and then when she said it was date he was like ayo alright XD

Bugs - I feel like they're both capable of bug squashing so I put them around the same level... now I feel like if we want to dig into catboy vail his should be reallyyy far into it but I'm not changing it for now XD maybe in an updated one sometime down the line

Drives car (Vail) / can't drive (Lei) - this is also canon XD Vail drives around bikes so he has to be a decent driver, although I didn't see DRIVE in his invested skills according to the stats the dm gave me so like 🤔🤔 Lei has the base DRIVE of like 20? So I mean she can drive. But it's not great XD I would say she's just not very confident, esp in the slums where people speed a lot. She prob felt safer in the Middle district.

can't cook (Vail) / makes dinner (Lei) - Vail prob never had a chance to learn how to cook and he says "food in the slums generally sucks" XD But Lei is a good cook. I mean she cooks drugs so she has to be good at cooking food too (COPE). I just want her to be a good cook so therefore she is.

PDA - Lei likes PDA! She wants everyone to know who her man belongs to, but I think she'd be more like into handholding and clinging to him. The other stuff she prefers to do in private :3 Although she's def up to giving him cheek kisses here and there. Vail probably doesn't particularly mind, if it makes Lei happy :)

Overprotective / Chillgoing - THIS WAS HARD. Lei is def on the overprotective side, especially when it comes to her loved ones, she gets very desperate. But I mean I would imagine Vail would be protective if she were in danger. But overall he's supposed to be a chill dude so I imagine she's just chill. Like oh you're going to Prism HQ and killing some jerks? I'll come with <- maybe something like this LOL

Relationship experience - It is canon Vail has no relationship exp (like me frfr) but Lei's had 2 relationships in the past, so she has more exp than him.

(WARNING: NSFW IMPLIED) HORNY METER: I feel like they're quite similar in levels of horniness. I think mostly Lei has to initiate because Vail is shy uwu about those types of things. But once he's in the mood and the switch has been flipped... pray for Lei LOL. He will let her have control as much as she wants but if she wants him to dom... it's over for her XD a Runner and their stamina y'know... In my headcanons, he is secretly quite horny just never had the chance to express it. He is a young man after all 😔 But he has really good self control :) His willpower is 70. Lei was not supposed to be super thirsty but she is played by me so.... y'know... some stuff happened XD

AWKWARDNESS METER: Lei isn't super super awkward but there are definitely situations where she has no idea what to do, especially to circumstances that are new to her. For example, needing to learn how to do a runner's job XD that was hard for her. In highschool she was def much more awkward but she's grown out of her shell a little. In terms of this relationship, I imagine she gets awkward because she doesn't quite believe she's in a relationship with him XD (she'd be like "really? Are you sure you want me?" and he's like "yeah we had this convo last week") Vail is pretty chill so I think he's barely awkward. I imagine he's only awkward as he's new to this whole relationship business :)

JEALOUSY METER: Vail is not supposed to get jealous so hence why there's like nothing there for him. I would say he either 1) feels secure in his relationships + trusts Lei and 2) Would want the best for her so if she finds someone that makes her happier than him, he would easily let her go. Lei though... is much more insecure than he is. It's something that I would develop for her if she lives XD in the future, because she is slowly gaining confidence in herself! :) She is a capable woman, she simply needs to realize that. But yeah she's the type to get jealous, if she sees him with women who are prettier and younger than her. But she is lucky because he doesn't

#OC #my oc #lei #vail #ship meme #oc ship meme #know my ship in 5 min #oc ship #vailei #lei x vail #vail x lei #my art #(kinda ????) #get to know my ship #original character #oc lore #oc lore dump #i love my ocs

[sennaverstappendiary]

barcelonian grand prix ✩ 04.06.2023

so... i can't lie. there are a few races this season that just didn't stick around in my mind like many others, and this is the first one i unfortuntately don't have many personal memories with, except one or two. however, rewatching the race and quali highlights: this was NOT a boring race as many people say it is‼️‼️‼️ not the best race of the season by far, BUT, george russell saves the day by trying to be insane 😁😁😁💥💥 and if i dig deep enough, i will find some memories, rest assured!

this race week was the first one i watched while not being in uni 💕💕💕 i mean, i'm still enrolled, but summer break BABEY 🌞🌞🌞😁😁😁✨✨✨ which was incredibly perfect and fun!! i think i vaguely remember being quite hungover while watching this race... which LMAO of course i was. i was practically always tipsy during may-june (NOT in a toxic way in a very girl slay way actually 🍷🍷🍎🍎🌞🌞🌞👍👍👍) so that's good‼️‼️🥰🥰 i was also very very into fic-writing back then, i wrote my infamous p19 fic in this very race weekend (jeez i wonder why 😵😵😵😵💥💥💥)

qualifying was fun to rewatch, knowing max got pole LOL‼️‼️‼️‼️ what wasn't fun was that i forgot this weekend was p19 weekend. charles. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔🙅🙅🙅🙅 THAT SHIT made me very sad, even rewatching. suffice to say at this point in the season i had been properly rbr charles coded already so i was manifesting some 2024 shit LOL (guys it can still happen shut up) 🙏🙏🙏🙏✨✨✨✨ i also forgot hulkenberg qualified p3 lmfao that was a funny surprise 😁😁😁😁😁 max slaying like usual also made me very happy to rewatch yaaay 💌💌💌 ALSO CHECO FLOPPING PLEASEEEE GOD. please look at this extra gif below my pookie emma made that shows christian and adrians reaction to this bs 😵😵😵😁😁😁😭😭😭😭

the race was also fun! mercedes had a pretty good weekend, even though both drivers seemed unhappy dfjfgdfhgd 💥💥😭😭😭 whatever... the race highlights showed max twice the whole race: at the start and him crossing the finish line LMFAO so uh pookie too good for da world 😁‼️‼️‼️ nah but it was fun... always something special to see max win barcelona of course, knowing it was his first 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰 my cutiepie... and george really really put his pussy into the race lmao he was GOING for it 🔪🔪🔪 which was entertaining thank you mr russell... ALSO MAX GRAND SLAM 3!!!! AND 25 SECOND GAP!!! MY BABY!! 💕✨💘🥺💌🥰🥰🥰🌞🌞💘🥺🥺✨✨✨🥺🥺💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

all in all not a race i'd go back to to watch often, but with it being one of max's amazing grand slams, and with the mercs bringing some entertainment (though i am ALWAYS entertained enough by watching max's gap grow), it's definetely one i enjoyed revisiting 🌷🌷🌷 i feel like this race also represents me getting into the flow of race weekends, if that makes sense!! the novelty had worn off, the love had (and has) not 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕 that's how i know this is REALLY special 🥺🥺🥺

✩ song of the race: duvet - boa

fuck it, i'll put THE prosenna song here, because i haven't yet. this series is obviously focused on the 2023 season, but believe me, this fucking song and prosenna in general made me love f1 as much as max did 🥺🥺‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕

#catalunyan gp 2023

[sebsxphia]

heard you have the post harry concert depression (so valid I do the same thing) so I’m sending you two strong daddies who carry and bounce you on their hip or knees for a impromptu dance party with all your favorite harry styles songs so they can try and cheer you up. lots of snuggles and kisses if you’re still feeling sad. if you’re justifiably fussy, they give you your fav paci, do some skin to skin, and read you alllllll the peter rabbit stories cause it’s well known that they do the best voices <3

drink lots of water and be kind to your brain, sending you two daddies and all of my love <3

cammmmm my baby! my love! my angel! you have no idea how happy receiving this message made me 🥺🥺🥺 i was feeling so tender last night and i just kept re-reading it over and over and it was such a huge comfort for me, thank you so so so much for this my love and for sending my two favorite strong daddies! 🥺💗

ohhh their methods of cheering you up would be the best. bobby is making you your favorite comfort meal in the kitchen, with you on rhett’s hip, harry styles playing softly, and him bouncing and spinning you around in time. they’re both singing to you gently and letting you process it all by listening to his music. when you eat, harry is still playing in the background with you now on bobby’s lap, and bouncing you in between rhett feeding you sneaky mouthfuls of veggies!

they know how fussy you’re going to get and any tears are quickly soothed. they let you wriggle against them as you do skin on skin, nibbling at your favorite pacifier to keep you stimulated. oh oh oh and lots of peter rabbit stories too with the voices! they’re extra understanding and let you have three! stories until you’re conked out on their chests 🥰

heheh i just love this so so so much and i just love you so so so much my love! i’m drinking lots and trying to be kind, i promise! i’m sending you two daddies and all my love right back at you babey! 💗 i hope you’re being kind to yourself too pls and thank u 🥺🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #peachystenbrough <33 #💐 these are for you!! #robert bob floyd #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x little!reader #bob x little!reader #sebs agere

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Omg Em!!!! Chapter 11!!!!!! I loved reading about the whole fam meeting Rhaenar and Aelys!!! Luke was fucking HILARIOUS!! I was like omg that's so me!!!! 😂! I loved Athfiezar and Caraxes meeting the waddle babies! I was like 🥹! How fucking sweet. Ugh and Daddy Daemon wanting to take his babies up in the sky?!?! Like fuck yes! Poor Babey having to deal with him! And oh shit the King is in Dragonstone and WTF Larys is dead?!? Plot twist! Ugh I'm so excited for ch12! Great work as always Em❤️ -🔥

AAAAH, thank you so much, 🔥! I'm so glad you enjoyed!

Luke was a little turdburger and I love that for him. Writing him vs. Baela is always hilarious as heck to me. It's curious that as they grow, it seems Jace becomes the more combative one and Luke the softer one? I'm gonna have to work on an inciting incident to make this translate for the series, dunno what I'll do for that yet. Rhaena is FOREVER angel-baby.

I had to include an Athfiezar-Caraxes meeting scene! The noodlebois have been hanging out for some spotlight time for aaaaaages, so it was awesome to have them feature. Daddy Daemon is gonna get the honours of taking them up (I don't like the idea of them taking one each cuz I feel like it implies subconscious favourites? IDK, better for one to take both up, and it's most important to Daemon so he can have the win this time - plus, Athfiezar refuses to be saddled, and I can't imagine Babey risking hopping on his back without one AND with the extra weight of the babies strapped to her). Daemon wants the gloating rights over Vissie T!

Lol, Vissie is AT DRAGONSTONE! It made sense to have there be a reveal like this, especially because Daemon's hired guys to get the job done off-screen. I have this LOL idea of him bitching in his head about not getting a letter before the King dragged his behind off the Iron Throne at the beginning of next chapter. Bitchy!Daemon is the best Daemon.

I'm so happy you liked, 🔥! Gonna try and start Chapter 12 tonight, so we'll see how that goes!

#fanfiction comments

[meilas]

Socks Reviews POTO Stockholm 2016 Act 1

Old!Raoul looks dead. He's barely looking up at the auction items. The guy holding the monkey music box is staring directly at the camera and he looks scared. Swedish occasionally sounds close enough to German/English that I am getting confused as to what language I'm watching this in. jfc everything was so quiet and then the music is so loud This is a really nice shot of the chandelier rising. A couple light flashes synchronised with the drums. Honestly this looks so much cooler than when I saw the show on Broadway. Clearly I need to invest in a pair of opera glasses if I'm going to go to see any more shows that come my way because I always end up sitting in the way back.

This Piangi is a tiny king The way the slavemaster snapped the whip right behind the one manager and made him jump XD This Piangi forgot his sword on the ground and had to wave madly for someone to hand it to him. The camera work for this is so steady. Way to go, filmer. Piangi looks so into Carlotta when she's singing Think of Me. King behaviour. The one manager stops the other when he starts clapping early. The fallen backdrop has only been raised partway and there's three guys who keep looking under it and just interacting with each other behind it. Excellent. Raoul is blonde and looks so babey Meg sounds like a teenager. Christine sounds, well, older but not old. And I love how their voices sound together. One is a bell, one is a chime. The phantom is angry here, I actually jumped Oh and we're back to the nasally tone at "I am your angel of music" damn it Joback, you gave me hope and immediately let me down. He does sound better on the bridge. Let's see how is MOTN goes. How tall is Joback? he's barely taller than Christine oh that was an energetic cape removal, and a fairly decent self-caress He certainly is touching himself a lot during MOTN. Like his chest and stomach. And hips. Not. elsewhere. Okay that was a great high note. Why can't he sound like that all the time? Decent sprawl. Glad we could see it. But it looked like Christine had second thoughts about kissing him, rather than noticing anything that might have stuck out about him 😏 Another hip stroke jeez my dude Christine flinching when he starts crawling toward her is great. It's not his face at this point, it's how Weird he's being. OH OH He reaches toward her with his right hand, and exposes his face for several seconds and she just stares at him before slowly looking away. And she looks directly at him again when she returns his mask. This Christine is fantastic. Raoul is so much taller than everyone. lol Meg almost tripped running up to announce the Phantom of the Opera, and that looked like a struggle for her to run offstage No screaming of "the BALLET" here but he did run into a couple of the dancers. Ooooh we got to see an extra cape twirl from the shadow phantom in his last appearance. Usually he just fills up the entire backdrop but this time he swished the cape and then ran off to the left. Witness it here:

Christine's rooftop cape is either white or a very pale shade of blue. Her countess dress is also very pale, and I love it. so much better than the radioactive cupcake tint she wears in other productions. Chrstine sounds great. It's an AIAOY so I guess R/C fans will be happy. Okay that was a very gentle kiss. Very nice. They sound great together! Sad man time! That is a very small angel statue. This guy barely does the minimum. Sadder! More emotion! At least he shouts. Safety harness spotted.

#socks reviews #phantom of the opera #poto #peter joback #Youtube

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Seeing you know South Park, what epithets do you think they would get if the South Park characters were part of the Epithet Erased world? I know it’s a weird crossover question, but I am curious.

I have put too much thought into this since receiving this ask. It got me thinking about how the subject of inscribed and mundies would be handled by a town like South Park. Specifically, I have a feeling they'd have some focus on mundie discrimination, aka lexism, and focus on deconstructing it, because that's kinda what South Park with a lot of things. The amount of nuance the show in general might display had it these plot lines, I don't know. It's a little more than what you asked for, but this made the gears in my brain absolutely turn. So here's which characters I think would be inscribed and which I think would be mundies, what the inscribed's epithets are, and what this would bring to the plot.

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Eric Cartman

Mundie

Very bitter about it.

Internalized Lexism - Targets Kyle out of jealousy and Butters out of hypocrisy.

Cried to his mom to "Get him an epithet" once.

Pretended to have had an epiphany more than once.

Teetering on the dangerous edge of attacking other mundies and attacking inscribed for "needing special powers to succeed at life."

Supports or abhors Bliss Ocean depending on the day.

Kyle Brofloski

Epithet: Verbose

Quickly developed public speaking skills.

Aces vocab quizzes and essays.

His essays are only rivaled by Wendy's, who's known for being able to spot causes-and-effects that everyone else seems to miss, including Mr. Garrison.

They once did a group project together.  It was the most eloquent, well-thought out presentation Mr. Garrison had ever seen.  He gave them an A and extra credit.

Everyone still gives him shit for the Super Best Friends speech.

Accidentally joined the school paper's writing team because Jimmy's skill at persuasion gives Kyle's own speaking skills a run for their money.

Stan Marsh

Mundie

Really doesn't care one way or the other whether or not he ends up with superpowers.

Has pretended to have an epithet before, both as Ranger Stan Marshwalker and as Toolshed.

Makes a lot of jokes like "My epithet is addicted" or "My epithet is depression."

And just has self-deprecating humor in general.

Kyle and Wendy hate these jokes and have asked him to stop on multiple occasions.

They care him. 🥺

Kenny McCormick

Epithet: Cycle

It keeps happening

What keeps happening?

Shouldn't it be obvious?

What do you mean you don't remember???

Immortality (and subsequent everyone forgets) aside, a lot of loops happen near Kenny

It's hard to say if Kevin becoming like their dad is because of Kenny's epithet or not.

His epithet is one of the reasons he is a legit superhero instead of just pretending.

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

Mundie

Happy with his lot in life- as always.

Never pretends to have powers, even as Professor Chaos.

Is certain that he doesn't have an epithet because if a Shuriken to the eye doesn't trigger an epiphany, nothing will.

Craig Tucker

Epithet: Cavia

Has not had his epiphany and probably never will.  Hasn't even realized he has an epithet yet.

Knows the word Cavia (The genus of Guinea Pigs) but never put two and two together because Cavia is such a strange word to be inscribed with.

Thinks the special feeling he gets when he says it is just The Autism because guinea pigs are one of his special interests.

(The other special interest is space!)

Tweek Tweak

Mundie

That twitchiness is one hundred percent Tweek babey!  (Okay some of that twitchiness is actually the meth he doesn't know his coffee is laced with)

Kids in his class used to tried to guess what his epithet was because it seemed like he had one.

His favorite guesses were "Jitters," Kinetic," and "Spaztastic."

The last one was obviously meant to be an insult but he owned it so well that people started to think it was cool.

After his ADD diagnosis, people chilled on trying to guess his non-existent epithet.

Clyde Donovan

Epithet: Insect

Has strange looking eyes because of his epithet; he wears colored contacts to hide it because the kids made fun of him for it.

His eyesight is perfect though!  His eyes aren't compound, but he still has a bigger periphery than most folks.

Also can talk to bugs.

Could have used this power to be a super cool superhero like Mysterion and Call Girl, but instead uses it to cheat on tests.

Kenny and Wendy lament the fact that Clyde wasn't serious about his role as Mosquito.

Around high school some antennae sprouted up, poking through his hair, and he panicked hardcore about it.

He tried to hide them with a hat but they ended up being super sensitive (because. y'know. Bug biology) and when he covered them up it put him through a lot of pain.

He ended up having to openly have them.  Luckily, by that point pretty much everyone had mellowed out and wasn't mean to him about it (excluding Cartman, but everyone started to ignore him at that point).

Tolkien Black

Mundie

Cartman tries to prove that Tolkien has an epithet so hard based on arbitrary things that are in-universe "inscribed stereotypes."

This pisses Tolkien off to no end.

He's also sick of Cartman always asking him why he doesn't want to be inscribed when "having an epithet is clearly better."

Tolkien ends up not only calling out Cartman's stereotyping, but also Cartman's internalized lexism and how he uses it to hurt himself and others.

It really makes Cartman think, though obviously he doesn't actually learn anything from the experience.

When he sees that Cartman hasn't grown at all, Tolkien (rightfully) responds with apathy and basically just shrugs and goes "that's his loss."

Jimmy Valmer

Mundie

Cartman once asked Jimmy what it was like to be both disabled and a mundie.  Jimmy told him to fuck off.

After Tolkien called Cartman out for his internalized lexism, Jimmy came up with an entire comedy routine centered around bashing how stupid lexism was.

Cartman laughed at the routine and once again learned nothing anyway.

Convinced Kyle to join the school paper's writing team.

Nathan is also a mundie, so their rivalry remains unchanged.

Timmy Burch

Epithet: Thoughtful

Though he cannot speak out loud, he has telepathic powers that allow him to communicate.

Despite this, he doesn't really like talking telepathically with many people (He's not a fan of how it feels).

Usually he only uses telepathy to talk to his parents, his teachers, and Jimmy.

The game of superheroes is the only time any of the other kids heard his telepathic voice.

This dislike of using his telepathy is why he doesn't become a hero for real.

There have been some effort from his parents and teachers to start using his telepathy as a main form of communication, but Jimmy and some of his other friends have encouraged him to do whatever makes him comfortable instead.

Most of the adults see it as a "cure" he's not taking advantage of while Jimmy and Timmy see it no differently than they do their mobility aids.  Still, talk of a "cure" makes his telepathy even less appealing.

Note: With the context of the game, and given that there's no good in-universe explanation for how the telepathy worked in TFBW, this seemed like the obvious choice. However, I wanted to make it so that it didn't "cure" Timmy's disability. This was the middle ground I came up with. I'm absolutely willing to workshop this is anyone finds that it needs improvement.

Scott Malkinson

Mundie

Kind of got teased by other kids for "Having the epithet diabetes."

Like the "spaztastic" situation, it was meant to be mean but he ended up owning it.

Unlike the "spaztastic" situation, it didn't become cool, people just stopped saying it.

Afterwards, nothing else really happened?  Even with all the epithet-guessing trends in their school, Scott kinda fell on the wayside.

Trust me, this was not a bad thing.

Wendy Testaburger

Epithet: Network

Skilled when it comes to linking concepts together.

Became a superhero like Kenny when she heard about Mysterion for the first time.

Had chosen her hero gimmick because she was skilled at using technology- she didn't actually have her epiphany until her first encounter with a villain who wasn't Butters.

Could also be a detective given her abilities.

Bebe Stevens

Epithet: Gerrymander

If it sparkles and pleases, she will now sway the vote.

Very good at convincing people to think or act one way or another.

Even better at convincing them not to act at all.

Knows she has an epithet but doesn't actually know what the word is yet.

Some of the kids call her a liar, but most of her friends and (shockingly but also not) Cartman believe her.

She has no clue what the word Gerrymander even is.

Has her epiphany in the middle of a high school political science class.

Sylvie would attack her on-sight, methinks.

Red McArthur

Mundie

Has managed to slip under the radar in terms of school "epithet crazes."

She hasn't been targeted by Cartman like Butters or had kids guessing at an imaginary epithet like Tweek.

Never had a phase where she thought she might have had an epithet or flipped through the pages of a dictionary to find something that resonated.

Basically, the mundiest mundie who ever mundied.

She is content this way to.  She has a very happy life!

Nichole Daniels

Epithet: Whimsical

Her epithet doesn't do much; it can make her eyes and hair appear iridescent at times and gives her a quick-witted sense of humor, but that's about it.

She's also a fantastic story-teller and fairly artistic, but it's hard to tell whether or not this is a result of her epithet or not.

She has a love for all things fairies, and she really relates to Craig when he talks about his special interests because she feels similarly about fairies.  She and her parents have flip-flopped over whether this is completely an epithet thing or if there might be some autism mixed in.

This kind of debate is not uncommon in neurodivergent inscribed kids.

She had her epiphany shortly before moving to South Park, but had a little bit of imposter syndrome over it, sometimes believing it to be a false positive despite it having a physical effect.

She overcame her imposter syndrome with help from the other girls and Tolkien.

Heidi Turner

Mundie

You don't even want to know what being in a relationship with Cartman was like for her when his lexism bullshit was involved on top of everything else.

Girlie, you can't fix him.

Became a little insecure about being a mundie after breaking up with Cartman, but the other girls helped her overcome it.

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Sorry if this was more than you were expecting; like I said, this made my brain go brrrr. Feel free to send more asks about this crossover, I'm willing to spend more time pondering this AU (or literally anything else that someone wants to see mashed-up with Epithet Erased).

#south park #epithet erased au #epithet erased #starry talks about not writting #anon ask #ask answered

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

The Post Break-Up Box of Shame

WOO chapter two babey. This is it for this one, there's not gonna be a chapter three, but I might tack on some extra scenes! Tell me if there's anything else you want to see with this concept!!

Summary: Crowley's car is throwing fit, and the lesbians are here to save the day. As if he's going to let them.

Word Count: 2501

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Chapter 2: Some Bloody Conspiring

“Oh my, we were wondering if you two would be back,” Maggie was approaching him fairly rapidly, and Crowley made it his mission to approach the Bentley rapidly-er. “What on earth happened? Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, just peachy.” The door of the Bentley, which usually swung right open on his arrival, was suddenly stuck. “Come on you little- oh here, take this.” Crowley shoved the box of plants at her, and Maggie struggled to grab onto them in time, lurching forwards slightly to take hold.

“Careful!” she insisted, adjusting her grip on the plants so they didn’t fall.

“Right, yep, sorry about that. Would you stop throwing a fit?”

“Excuse me! I’m-”

“Oh not you,” Crowley told her, waving a hand dismissively. “This blasted door won’t open. Although, while you’re here, we should have a little chat- aha!” The door to the Bentley suddenly popped open, and Crowley cheerfully swung it aside.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you too, actually.” Maggie offered out the plants to him, and Crowley took them, shoving them in the backseat.

“Right, right. Yeah, Muriel, the new angel at the bookshop? They’ve got no clue what they’re doing, quite frankly, when it comes to human things, so you really don’t have to worry about rent. She tried to get me to take it to Aziraphale, but obviously he doesn’t need it either-”

“Yes, Aziraphale, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“-so you can just hang on to it,” Crowley continued, completely ignoring her attempted interjection. He shut the door of the Bentley. “In fact you could probably go get what you already gave her, just tell her I said it was alright or something, tell them it’s some sort of human thing.”

“Crowley, I’m not really worried about the rent. I mean, thank you and all but… well but really I just wanted to talk to you?”

He reached out past her to open the door of the Bentley, which would preferably be followed by the steps of getting in the driver’s seat and speeding away. Ideally with some Queen playing, not any of that loverboy nonsense, but some good old Bohemian, or a ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ for the road. All of this was prevented by the fact that the door would. Not. Budge.

“Why?” he asked her sharply, tugging on the handle. “Have some more winning advice to give?”

Maggie winced, looking at Crowley pitifully as he continued to struggle with his car. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well then?”

“No.”

“Well… well what happened? Maybe it’s not all a lost cause, you know?”

Crowley scoffed, gave up on the handle to turn and face her. “Not a lost cause, right. Hey, just wondering, have you seen him at that bookshop lately? Or anywhere, really? Nah, right? Seems lost to me.” He rapped on the window. “Do you at least want to open this, or are you going to continue to be difficult?”

He mostly expected the Bentley to stay quiet, maybe a small part expected the window to indeed roll down. What Crowley was not expecting was for slow, soft classical music to start playing from the speakers. “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

“Hey!” some passerby shouted.

“Yeah, hey to you!” Crowley shouted back, looking up to see Nina crossing the street towards him. Maggie waved. He groaned. “Hello Nina, do you have anything large and heavy I could use to break-”

“No! I’m not going to help you throw your little tantrum out here.”

“Oh alright. Oh- great, thank you for that.” Crowley walked away, heading to try the trunk of the Bentley, which Maggie and Nina used as an opportunity to conspire.

“What’s gotten into him?” Crowley heard Nina ask, not at all quietly.

“Well,” Maggie started, at the very least trying to whisper. “He said it didn’t go well, when he tried to talk to Aziraphale.”

“Oo, what happened then?”

“I don’t know, he won’t say anything else about it.”

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing we can do then, hm?”

“Oh Nina, we can’t just ignore him. I know you know how rough heartbreak is, we should help him out.”

Crowley muttered a string of curse words at the Bentley, turning to whatever languages he fancied after he ran out of English ones. Nina sighed loudly enough for him to hear, and probably for all of heaven to hear as well.

“Crowley!” she shouted.

“What?” he demanded. The Bentley was still, no matter how hard he tried, refusing to let him in.

“You want to come inside and have something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. Was just heading out, really.”

Maggie leaned to look over at him. “Seems like it’s still jammed. Maybe you should call someone, and come inside while you wait,” she offered.

Crowley sighed, leaning against the Bentley, fingers tapping against the side of the car. “You,” he muttered to it. “You are going to have to pay for this later, you understand?” The classical music fell on a slow decrescendo until it stopped completely. Crowley tried the door again. No luck. “Yeah,” he called over to Nina and Maggie. “Yeah, alright, lead the damned way.”

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Crowley stared at the ceiling of the record shop, eyes scanning over the various posters pasted there. His fingers were loosely curled around a mug of coffee and bourbon (although it could really be more accurately described the other way around) where his hand was splayed on the rug next to him. It was a nice rug, really, good and soft, so long as you ignored the headache-inducing waves of color and design.

“Well… I think that was awfully brave of you,” Maggie finally spoke up, finishing the silence that followed his sad little tale.

“Yeah, real brave,” Crowley agreed sarcastically. “Not brave enough though, was it? Cuz he still ran off to heaven.” He dragged a hand down his face and let it muffle his speech. “Couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.”

Another silence, during which he didn’t bother to look over and see what Maggie and Nina were doing. Probably more bloody conspiring. He understood their frustrations now, with all the poking around in their love like (necessary as it was). Now that the roles were all flipped, he’d very much just like to be left alone.

“Well, maybe he just needs some time. I mean, Maggie and I are still figuring things out, taking things nice and slow, because I just ended things with my old partner. Maybe after all of your heaven and hell nonsense, he just needs a bit of a break.”

“Then he would’ve taken a little break instead of running off to be the archangel of heaven.”

“I know but-” Maggie tried to intervene, but Crowley had actually decided he had more to say on that matter, unfortunately enough.

“Heaven!” he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, bringing the mug with him as he stood, half-full contents sloshing around. “I know he’s always had a soft spot for the bastards, but I thought we were moving on from the heaven = good, hell = bad nonsense. They’re all homicidal idiots, you know?”

Crowley spun around to face Nina and Maggie, unfortunately spilling a bit of his drink onto the aforementioned carpet. Ah well, probably no one would notice. They were both staring at him with blank confusion.

“Alright,” Maggie started, with enough forced optimism Crowley could tell she really had to hype herself up for this conversation. “Alright, we might not know much about heaven and hell and archangels and what all that entails, at least not as much as we might have thought, but we do know at least a little bit about relationships and you two need to talk.”

Nina nodded sharply. “Can’t solve anything if you aren’t on the same page. Or the same planet for that matter. Not entirely sure where heaven is, but I’m pretty sure it’s not here.”

“It’s not,” Crowley confirmed, leaning back on one of the record shelves. “Don’t worry,” he added glumly.

“Right, well since you seem to know where it is-”

“I’m a demon!” Crowley interrupted, spreading his arms out with dramatic flourish. More of his drink splashed onto the carpet below, which earned him a glare from both Niana and Maggie, so he waved a hand to miracle it away. “I can’t just go waltzing up to heaven just because I fancy a little chat with my mates, now can I?”

(Crowley, of course, very much could do this. He’d proved as much when he put on a very nice outfit, commandeered an angel turned police officer, and poked around in all their stuff. However, he was hoping Nina and Maggie would sort of just take his word on it, because he was really trying to drop this particular conversation topic.)

“Well I don’t know!” Nina exclaimed, and Crowley got the sense that they were getting a bit fed up with all this angel-demon nonsense. He’d drink to that– he was getting pretty fed up with it himself. “I don’t know if you can, I’m not particularly sure what an archangel is, or who this metatron fellow is, or what exactly happened at the meeting, or what has even been going on. I have no goddamn clue. But what I do know is that you and Aziraphale are clearly head over heels for each other, practically married, and you need to get up off your asses and do something about it.”

Crowley took a sip from his cup, drained the whole thing actually, and then placed it on one of the shelves, carefully balanced. He’d been gearing himself up for a good shout, because if Nina got one, then he felt like he’d more than earned it. Unfortunately, standing on that ugly, but very comfortable carpet, leaning against shelves packed tight with unsold records, looking over at the two of them, Crowley found he wasn’t feeling very shout-y. Just plain wasn’t in the mood for it, much as he’d like to be.

“I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

Apparently no one had anything else they wanted to add.

Crowley tapped his shoe on the floor, wondered if the Bentley would be out of its mood if he decided now would be the time to drive away. He really just wanted to take a long, long nap.

“So, um, what are you going to do now?”

That was a good question, sadly enough. Crowley was getting tired of good questions; he wanted some real shitty ones. Muriel was good at asking shitty questions, maybe he should go talk to them again.

Instead he pulled his glasses off, rubbed his hand across his forehead, and looked up to the ceiling. “Dunno,” he said. “Sort of had a plan there with- we were the plan, you know? We were always the plan. For the last couple of millennia, we had our own side. And then if there was nothing else to do, hell usually kept me busy enough. Now there’s just a whole bunch of bloody nothing.”

Crowley decided then and there that he didn’t care if the Bentley was ready for him, he just needed to get out of that record shop. He shoved his glasses back on. “Then again, I’ll figure it out, don’t really have much of a choice I suppose.” Crowley headed for the door, turning his back on them as soon as he could. They started conspiring immediately, he could tell, but they were getting good enough at it that he had no clue what they actually said.

“Crowley, wait!” Maggie called, just as his hand was on the door. Gah, so close.

“What?” he demanded, or well, half a demand, half a whine, as he turned around.

“Well, I was just thinking, since Aziraphale is, um, taking a little break from Earth right now, and Muriel doesn’t really know what they’re doing, maybe you should help run the bookshop.”

Crowley snorted. “Yeah, for sure. Real bookshop-ist, I am. Now, I’ve really got to get going, you know. Plants to water, ducks to feed-”

“Oh come on now,” Nina interrupted. She crossed her arms, just to prove some point. Crowley wasn’t really sure what it was, but he was pretty sure it was working anyway. “I’m sure you know all the little particularities Aziraphale had about the place. And someone has to make sure no one actually sells the books, right?”

Crowley considered that for a moment. Sure, he’d already told Muriel that she wasn’t actually operating the kind of bookshop that sold things, but that could only go so far. And he hadn’t even gotten around to mentioning the organization system, or how you had to treat books so you didn’t mess them all up, or what was off-limits and what wasn’t, and someone was going to need to replace the fire extinguishers every so often.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll think on it,” Crowley said, trying to convey in tone how much he was not going to think on it. (He was absolutely going to think on it.) “But if that’s all…” he trailed off, giving either of them the chance to interrupt. “Great, see ya around, thanks for the drinks.”

They both waved as he finally opened the door, each calling after him with their own goodbyes.

“Drive safe!”

“Stop by sometime.”

And as the door swung shut, Crowley looked over his shoulder to see they were already, indeed, conspiring.

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The Bentley sat waiting for Crowley when he got back, and the door opened without a single threat, which was a welcome surprise. “Well, thank you, you dick,” he muttered softly. Crowley slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed it shut.

He just sat there for another moment. The plants were probably throwing a fit in the backseat, not at all happy to be back in the car after adjusting nicely to their cushy bookshop life. Crowley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, stared out at the road, watched as the rain began to trickle down. It left misty drops on the windshield, like stars, like alpha centauri, like the pillars of creation, like all those galaxies, oh so long ago.

Crowley groaned, let his forehead slam into the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glovebox pop open, and out spilled a wave of caramel candies. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, straightening back up. “I get it. I…” he sighed. “I miss him too, you sensitive old sot.” He sighed, dragged a hand down his face. “Alright, come on.”

The bell over the door rang out cheerfully, announcing Crowley’s entrance into the bookshop. Unsurprisingly, not much had changed since he was last there. Muriel peaked out from behind a shelf, their two hats still wobbling precariously on their head. “Oh, hi Crowley!”

Crowley put down his box of plants, and looked over at them. “Muriel, great.” He cleared his throat, grinned at her. “I’d like to apply for a job.”

#good omens #good omens 2 #fanfiction #duck writes #ao3 #i love making the bentley an actual character #it misses its other dad :((((( #again i might write a little follow up to this #i like the idea of muriel sitting crowley down and forcing him to do a job interview #before they're willing to 'hire' him #“i'd like to apply for a job” #“okay great! i'll see when i can fit you in for an interview!” #“what” #crowley's like YOU KNOW ME??? #and muriel is offended he thinks she'd show FAVORITISM

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Poisoned Beauty: Musings on Flower Language in the 4th Kuroshitsuji Art Book

After seeing the cover art for the fourth Kuroshitsuji art book (and the card included as an extra with purchase from Animate), I started to wonder about the potential symbolic significance behind the flowers attached to O!Ciel’s hat (How on earth does babey boi wear that massive headpiece without falling over?! But I digress).

At first glance, the petal formation reminded me of the labernum tree. In flower language, the labernum is associated with pensive beauty or the state of being forsaken. Considering his emotional isolation, the tragic loss of his family, and the bleak fate which awaits him at the end of the contract—not to mention the fact that many of his allies have turned their backs on him in the wake of the twin reveal—the latter meaning aptly describes O!Ciel’s situation. And our boi’s expression in the artwork itself is thoughtful, albeit guarded: A wicked mind doubtlessly cooking up new schemes of villainy beneath that elegant veneer.

Moreover, every part of the tree contains an alkaloid known as cytisine, which is poisonous to humans, causing nausea, vomiting, and (in large enough quantities) drowsiness, headache, and confusion. At least one work of Victorian literature, Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, uses laburnum’s toxicity as a metaphor for moral degeneracy. Lord Henry, who lures the innocent Dorian into a life of vice and hedonism, is associated with this plant as early as Chapter 1 (“Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum”), a nod to his poisonous influence on the protagonist’s life.

Once again, this easily relates to our smol murder nugget. Though presenting a golden facade to the world, O!Ciel’s soul has been corrupted (“poisoned,” if you will) by Sebastian’s demonic influence and his own dark choices, with harmful ramifications that extend beyond the earl himself to damage the lives of those around him. Note also in the illustrations above how the flowers seem to cascade down the right side of his face, where the eye bearing Sebastian’s contract seal is located, thus partially obscuring it from view. A hidden evil lurks behind their splendor.

There’s just one problem, however: I’m not entirely sure those flowers are from a laburnum tree. Perhaps my eyes deceive me, but the branching pattern of the decorations on O!Ciel’s hat might bear a closer resemblance to Koelreuteria paniculata, sometimes known as the golden rain tree.

Alas, I couldn’t find much on the potential symbolism linked to this tree, although one source claims that golden rain trees have traditionally been planted over the graves of scholars in Japan (obvious connection with mortality). Another Kuro-adjacent fact here is that its mature leaves can be made into a black dye…but if I attempt to reach any further, I’ll dislocate my shoulder, so I’d best stop there. 😅

If any folks with greater botanical expertise or a more thorough understanding of flower language have additional insights to share, I’d love to hear them!

#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji art book 4 #o!ciel #sebastian michaelis

[nemo-done-dirty]

The Hades Crew Goes Camping

Valvatorez brings his family to the surface world for some fresh air. The expected amount of chaos follows.

THAT MORNING--

-Val commands Fenrich to pack as many sardines as possible. Fenrich knows that his lord usually consumes 30 sardines a day, and a standard issue can of sardines contains 5 sardines each. He packs 5 cans per day so Val will be slightly hungry so he can tempt him into drinking some blood as a supplement.

-Artina brings like 4 extra cans and completely obliterates his plan

-Artina also brought weed

THAT DAY--

-They go to a beautiful lake in the middle of the woods and humans are there. Fenrich goes Vanargandr and scares them all off. Val praises him for this.

“All is for my lord“ count +1

-Emizel brought a GameBoil. He is playing evil Tetris. Fenrich confiscates the Gameboil. Emizel brings out a second Gameboil, which also has evil Tetris, when Fenrich is not looking.

-Val is actually weak to the sunlight, and it’s a bright, beautiful day. He’s decked out in full fisher gear covering all his skin, including a classic “Humans Fear Me; Fish Also Fear Me“ cap.

-He is wearing his cape over it, though

-It’s actually been several hundred years since Artina was in a forest, so Fuka is, functionally, the only person who knows what they are actually like. She tried to warn Emizel about ticks, but he insisted on wearing shorts anyway.

-Desco is fighting a raccoon. Val, being her legal guardian, responsibly tells her to stand back so he can dispatch the raccoon.

“MY LORD! YOUR SHOTS!“

-Fenrich, being Val’s legal guardian, responsibly steps in to actually dispatch the raccoon.

“All is for my lord“ count +2

-Artina has to do so much first aid

-Eventually, Val starts fishing, chatting casually with Artina as the kids splash around.

-Fuka and Emizel got in a splash fight. In spite of Emizel tapping into his powers as an actual grim reaper, Fuka wins through SHEER determination... and also cheating, because somehow she’d been hiding her baseball bat this whole time.

-Desco catches a bass with her teeth. Artina says, “Oh! That can be dinner to-” Desco swallows it whole “-night or nevermind I guess.“

-Val shrugs. It’s vastly inferior to sardines, anyway. Artina’s sigh is deeper than her love of money.

-Fenrich set up camp because everyone else completely forgot. Val is proud and remarks that he expected nothing less from Fenrich’s keen foresight.

“All is for my lord“ count +3

AS THE SUN SETS--

-It’s marshmallow time babey

-Desco is holding a stick with a marshmallow in each tentacle.

-Val took ONE lick of a marshmallow and wretched, disgusted by the idea of eating sugar and bones. He roasts a sardine on a stick instead.

-Emizel complains that the girls are hogging all the marshmallows. Fenrich made sure to put extra aside for him. Artina noticed this, and wants to tease him, but she decides not to. Half because the moment is sweet enough to leave on its own, and half because she thinks if she points it out, he will eat every last marshmallow out of spite.

Anyway she tries to light a blunt on the fire

Val puts his foot down, “Not in front of the children! At least wait until they’re asleep!“

“Ok Mr. Vampire. I’ll wait for the munchkins to be asleep.”

Fuka shouts, “I am NOT a munchkin!!“

Val shrugs, “I wouldn’t allow her to light up in front of  prinnies either.“

This causes exactly the kind of fight you would expect.

Desco lights up, “If everyone is training now, can Desco eat their marshmallows?“

Emizel laments, “Can’t we at least go camping without causing more problems for ourselves?“

Val and Fen sneak off a little later for a walk. The moon is full and shining on the water in a way they just can’t ignore. Fuka calls it “walkies.“

THAT NIGHT--

The woods are scary at night, especially when you don’t know what an owl is

Desco caves in first and runs into Val and Fen’s tent to sleep next to Val.

Fuka’s next, “not because I’m scared or anything, but Desco will feel better if I’m here.“

Emizel doesn’t want to be left out. Also he doesn’t know what an owl is.

Fenrich is annoyed by the massive amount of children and goes to sit outside the tent, but then Artina shows up like “Aw are we all sleeping in a pile?“

“Yes and there’s no more room,“ He says before going back into the tent.

Ironically, Val gets annoyed by how many people are piled all over him. He turns into a bat and sneaks out, going to sleep in the kid’s tent

#valfen #disgaea 4 #mine #my partner drew the art though <3

[arealcrow]

Oh Adina, babe?

✨❤️ 🍀 🍩

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

adina - i believe i was looking biblical names on behindthename . com babey. everyone in his family has either biblical names or names from iconic literature.. just felt like the vibe for a family of tieflings constantly trying to write themselves into legend

st carmine - he's red. it sounds cool <3

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

ohhh hard one for him, a lot of his memories are tainted with death and betrayal. one thats easy and pure in his memory is getting his tattoo when he was 18. he'd spent forever working on ideas for the design and how it wanted to look, with the help of mona and the artist the family had commissioned for the piece. it was something that brought him closer to both his twin and his mom, who were already connected through their runes. his tattoo didnt get any magic like theirs' until his pact boon, but he's always had to work a little harder for what he wanted.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

i made him for one of the very first campaigns i played in, which fizzled out before it ever really got going lol so he was shelved for a long time. i wanted to play an ultra-acrobatic rogue.. someone who could hide up in the rafters and do sick flips. my dm had just gotten scag, which had the variant winged tieflings, and so adina was born

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

juniper belvedere.. why does he have beef with a teenager? is it as petty as it sounds? yes. mostly its the fact that juni just won't Trust what he says and that he hasn't actually put the party in any danger (yet. shes right not to trust him, he just hasnt given a good reason yet lol) the other part of it is that theyre the younger sibling of someone he has feelings for, so theres a measure of older brother-ly petty annoyance thrown in there. for extra flavor

#adina st carmine #ask meme #ask #stir-fried-kilometers #'why do you have beef with a teenager' is my new favorite thing to say about an oc