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feeblescholarmyass · 11 months

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"I learned from the best"

in which the ever so dependant forest watcher finally over exerts himself and gets sick, forcing him to accept being cared for by you

tags: mutual pining, sick fic, mentions of backstory in the Akademiya, reader is a doctor, sick!Tighnari x doctor GN!Reader, two idiots in love, teeth rotting fluff, switches between your POV and his (you/your or they/them pronouns), kind of long, ends on a cliffhanger

a/n: once again, largely written in the middle of the night, so please excuse any formatting or grammar errors

You had been working on your most recent (unofficial) project when Collei stormed into your home. She threw open the door with a huff and scrambled over to you, looking terrified.

"Y-Y/n! Something is wrong with Master Tighnari! He won't get out of bed, and he looks paler than normal! Please come check up on him!" She grabbed your shoulders, startling you out of your train of thought.

"Collei? Huh? What do you-" you paused, thinking for a second. You had been living in Gandharva Ville for the past three years after graduating from the Akademiya, seeking some refuge from the relentless focus on scholarship in Sumeru City. You may be a doctor, but that doesn't mean you strive to be the best doctor out there. You found very little reason to stay within that place, especially with the shameful lack of privacy.

In those three years, you had rarely ever seen your senior take a break. Of course, he's finally overworked himself. It's probably nothing.

You sighed and let Collei lead you to Tighnari's home, where a suffocating silence greeted you, instead of the normal soft hustle you knew to follow Tighnari wherever he went.

"I'm fine, Collei, really, please don't bring Y/n in. They have plenty of work for themself, I don't need to bother them too." Tighnari grumbled from the floor, where he sat crumpled like a wet paper towel.

"It's too late for that," you sighed. Tighnari shot you a half-assed glare. You sat next to him and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. Almost instantly, you pulled your hand away. His skin was practically radiating with heat. "Dear Archons! Tighnari, how long have you been sick?!"

"I'm fine, Y/n. Just help me up and you can be on your way." He turned away, wavering a little as he struggled to push himself up.

"How bad is it, Y/n? Will Master Tighnari be okay?" Collei looked frightened. You glanced at her, then back to Tighnari.

"I am a doctor, it's nothing I can't handle. He just has a little fever. He'll be fine after some rest and care. There's not much more you can do. Thank you for getting me, darling." You smiled at her and motioned for her to leave. Collei nodded at you and hurried away.

"Let go of me…" Tighnari pouted, trying to push you away. He was so weak that you hardly felt the pressure of his hands against your stomach. "I'm fine."

"Liar," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. You lifted him up with little struggle, shouldering his weight as you half led half pushed him to his bed.

Tighnari grumbled something you couldn't hear under his breath as you tucked him into his bed and sat beside him. His dazed and embarrassed expression would be cute if he wasn't fighting to escape the chains of his captor- his own bed.

"Calm down, you stubborn fox. What is it you're so desperate to get done? It can't possibly be more important than your own recovery." You shook your head at him, placing a hand on his chest to hold him where he was.

Tighnari let out a long, loud sigh of defeat. "I'm not a child, so stop talking to me like one. And I'm not sick, so there's no recovery necessary."

Just seconds after his declaration of health, he sneezed and stared at you, face turning bright red.

"Not sick are you? You're a bad liar, Master Tighnari. I'm going to go make you something to eat. Do try and rest a little," you said softly.

He turned away from you, refusing to meet your gaze. You stood and gave him a pointed look, almost daring him to try and get up, then left his room to grab the necessary ingredients and medications to care for him after your return.

Tighnari watched you leave, fighting the urge to call your name. He frowned, slipping deeper under his covers. You were right, and he knew it. If he kept this up, he would be completely out of commission for even longer than if he just let himself rest now.

Now that I think about it, I am a little tired, he thought. Maybe I'll rest my eyes for just a while. It can't hurt, can it?

He closed his eyes- just for a second!- and then all was silent.

You hummed a small tune as you carted around your bag of supplies. It had been difficult for you to limit yourself to what you could carry; you always liked to be prepared.

You had decided only on the soup ingredients, medicine, and a few items to help check on the Forest Ranger once he had rested and eaten.

You couldn't help but notice how wonderful the weather was, and that it sure was a pity that Tighnari was sick, otherwise you might have been able to convince him to come on a little picnic or something with you. Not that much of a pity, though, because caring for him was almost as enjoyable, and you took any spare time with him that you could get.

It had been this way since your Akademiya days when you had studied under him. You had been younger and much more of a nervous wreck than you are now. It had made hiding that silly crush of yours hard. You really had been crushed when he had graduated and moved away. He never visited you after that. Only after you graduated a few years later had you gathered up the courage to see him again.

It was only supposed to be a little post graduation vacation, but you ended up falling in love with the quiet of Gandharva Ville in comparison to the constant overwhelming movement of the city, and the fact that your senior lived nearby was only a tiny factor in your decision to stay.

Ever since, you had taken up residence in the name of psychological study and ecological experimentation, but really you played a role closer to a village nurse.

Just as your thoughts began to wander back to how Tighnari had been as a student, you felt a brush of cold wind against your back and decided to hurry back to Tighnari's house. As nice as the weather was, it seemed that Gandha Hill was due for a storm.

You hurried back and opened the door as quietly as you could, then shut it softly behind you. Even if Tighnari wasn't asleep, you didn't want to disturb him by being too loud for his extra sharp hearing.

You set all your supplies near the kitchen and made your way to Tighnari's room to check on him.

You opened the door and peeked inside. You were greeted with the sight of Tighnari snuggled underneath his covers, with only the tips of his ears visible to you.

I guess the chill must be getting to him, you thought. Good thing I'm making soup.

You shut his door and got to work on making the mushroom soup that, if your memory served you correctly, was one of Tighnari's favorites.

The first thing he noticed was the smell. The aroma of creamy, cooked mushrooms wafted through the air and made his stomach growl. He groaned and rolled over, still too asleep to take note of how hungry he was.

The second thing he noticed was your voice. You were softly humming a tune he had memorized the sound of from the time he spent tutoring you. Even though years had passed, he still found himself muttering the words of the childish lullaby to himself when he felt overwhelmed.

The final step necessary for him to really realize he was awake was the sudden uncomfortable heat. He huffed and rolled weakly onto his back and glanced around his room. He had somehow tucked himself under every blanket at his disposal and was now dreadfully sweaty.

His stomach growled again and he forced himself to sit up, pleased to find that the nausea he had been experiencing previously had died down to only a slight discomfort instead of an immediate threat.

The sounds of cooking disappeared and were replaced by footsteps. Yours, and by the sound of it you were heading to his room. He startled at the thought, remembering how pathetic he must have looked in his sleep.

He pulled his blanket back up over his shoulders in spite of the heat to hide the red flush spreading down his neck as he wondered if you had watched him while he slept.

"Oh, you're awake," you muttered after opening his door. You carried over a tray of soup, water, and a couple pills for him and placed it in his bedside. "Did I wake you?"

"Not at all," he stammered, glancing at the cute apron you had adorned while he had been asleep. He knew you were far from domestic or parental, but Archons be damned if you didn't look like a vision with that cute little ribbon tied around your waist and your hair pushed back.

"Good, I wouldn't want to disturb your rest. I made mushroom soup, if you're feeling up for eating." You sat next to him, removing your hair from its prison and allowing it to fall back into its normal place.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I am hungry, actually. My nausea seems to have subsided, and now I just feel more weak than anything. A little feverish, too."

"Ah, then I'm glad I brought the medicine. You should take that, too." You reached over and pressed a cold palm to his forehead, pushing his bangs aside. He felt a little childish being treated like this. "Ah, your temperature has definitely gone down. At this rate you should be fully recovered later tomorrow or the day after."

"Y/n," he whispered, reaching up and taking hold of your hand. You startled, making a face he remembered well from his time at the Akademiya with you. Your eyes were wide, and you looked a little flushed. If he didn't feel so awful he might have taken the chance to tease you.

"T-Tighnari..? Do you need something?" You asked, seeming a little uncomfortable, or even flustered if he dared to say it.

"Thank you, really. I never noticed you had grown so much. I still remember you as a nervous little student that needed my help studying for biology classes." He smiled a little, pride swelling in his chest. His little junior was excelling at caring for him, rather than the other way around, like it had always been in the past.

"Psh, of course I have," you laughed, "I did learn from the best, after all."

Don't look at me like that, he thought, just barely managing to contain himself. I never could resist that look.

"Well, I really should go clean up. You should eat and then keep resting, and I'll check on you again later."

Don't go, he wanted to say. Your hand slid away from his and you gave him a little wave before leaving him alone.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling his face go hot and embarrassment wash over him. "Why did I do that! Stupid, stupid!"

He glanced at the soup you had left him and decided that it was in his best interest to do as you asked.

A few hours later, you came to check on him, as promised. You opened the door, finding him asleep, just as you had expected.

You sat next to him, observing the color that was slowly returning to his cheeks. He had kicked off some blankets, leaving a singular leg tucked under the blankets. He was shivering.

You pulled the blanket back up over his shoulders, taking care not to move too abruptly.

"Y/n…" you heard him mutter sleepily. You glanced at him, expecting to see his pretty eyes fluttering open, instead finding them still tightly shut. He was sleep talking.

You chuckled under your breath and leaned closer, only hesitating a moment before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well, Tighnari. I'll see you in the morning."

You left another dose of medicine and some water at his bedside just in case.

They kissed me, he thought. They kissed me, they kissed me, they kissed me, they kissed me.

He had wanted to grab your hand, make you stay and maybe do it again. He had wanted to throw his arms around you and pull you into a hold you wouldn't be able to escape. He had wanted to tell you how he felt.

He chose not too. Not only had you left too fast, but he was still slightly delirious and reeling from the feeling of your lips against his skin.

A part of him wanted to march out of his room after you and force you to explain yourself, while the other half wanted to hide away and never mention this again.

His only solace was thinking of the coming morning, where surely, this big game of romantic cat and mouse you had been playing for years would finally come to an end.

a/n: time for the next wip to be tackled

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: mentions of past innuendo, mentions of sex, nightmares.

Word Count: 2824

>> hellooo welcome to chapter eight! I know I keep leaving you all with cliffhangers but this chapter is pretty tame. please let me know if you enjoy it! (:

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March 2020

I have been holed up in an apartment for weeks without being able to leave. I’ve been stuck in a relationship where I wasn’t held to an acceptable standard. I have been through the wringer with my ex, trying to figure out how to get out of the tense situation without ruining our new friendship, if you’d call it that. I got through all of those things. But I had never felt so stuck before in my entire life until Austin told me that an entire movie, a person’s life story, and the hope of fans worldwide now fell on me. And I don’t know if that’s something I can get to the other side of. Apparently, I look enough like Priscilla to be her character and have enough acting experience. Besides, desperate times call for desperate measures, and if an extra has to be used in the main cast, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. But it felt like it was the end to me.

Baz decided that everything we have filmed so far will be refilmed after the six months are up. Not just because I was recast, but because he felt it would be better that way. I have to stay with Austin during these six months because I have to gain chemistry with him or instead gain chemistry back. Whatever we have going on right now isn’t a good kind of chemistry to work with, so we have to fix that. Also, I can’t really go home anyway. Everyone has been told that wherever you are right now, you should probably stay if possible. The virus has become too dangerous. I broke the lease to my apartment and had everything I brought with me here transferred to Austin’s condo, thanks to Tyler. He’s slightly upset that we can’t have movie nights anymore in each other’s apartments, but he understands completely. Jess is feeling better. Luckily, their coronavirus case wasn’t extreme, and they don’t have any long-term side effects.

Dacre and I are still friends; we’ve actually grown closer since quarantine. Sometimes it makes Austin feel weird, but he isn’t as jealous as he used to be. Luke and Dacre forgave Austin for his unhinged comment. But they made sure to tell him that even though they were cool, they would physically harm him if he hurt me again. Tom checked up on us every other day until he and his wife got the virus. His case is really bad, and everyone is very worried about him. On the bright side, Olivia has gotten a little better and has been really supportive of me replacing her part. I still feel like I’m betraying her in a way, but she has assured me that I could absolutely do this- that I’m capable of playing Priscilla. Even Priscilla herself has reached out to me to tell me that based on what everyone has been telling her, she was pleased to “have a great woman” like me to play her. That alone was enough to wake me up. I need to play this part whether I like it or not. Whether I want to be famous or not.

It’s been a struggle for the last two weeks. I had to make sure to tell Austin that I wasn’t mad at him and I didn’t hate him. And that if I was distant, I just had a lot to think about. I had to think about how I would play a serious, life-changing role as an actress with little prior experience. I really, really had to think about how to go about living with Austin again now that we had to forcefully. I also had to think about our relationship, whether it was romantic or platonic. Our characters are romantically involved, so we have to work on our dynamic. We can’t fight anymore or let anything come between us while filming, or else it would be challenging to maintain chemistry. Apparently, there’s an on-screen kiss that we have to prepare for, too. I don’t know how ready for that Austin or I will be, but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

I have decided to wait until Austin and I get out of this weird patch before thinking any harder about pursuing our relationship again. I don’t want the foundation of our rekindled relationship to be built on any hesitance or negative emotion. I told him I’d think about it, and I have, but I won’t think on it more than I have to until it’s necessary. Luckily, I think we’re beginning to move out of the awkward phase anyway. It shouldn’t be long before we’re entirely out of it.

It’s a Friday night, not that the day of the week matters anymore at this point, and Austin and I are on the couch. We’re watching our favorite show we used to binge when we were together, and for a moment, it almost seems like old times. Today was our last chill day before we needed to start working on our lines and execution. I plan on starting Priscilla’s book soon to gain more insight into her as a person. I’m not able to call her at any given time, much less see her in person, so at least I have some primary sources to gain perspective from. Austin has a plethora of sources for information on Elvis, so he has a lot to take from. I’ve been helping Austin practice maintaining his voice and accent when he wasn’t Zooming with a coach. My thoughts are interrupted when I notice what’s happening on the TV.

“I still can’t believe they killed him off like that,” I frown at one of my characters dying a painful death, even if it’s the tenth time I’ve watched the scene.

“Remember the first time we watched it happen? There’s nothing more painful than seeing it for the first time,” Austin shakes his head at the memory. We were both in hysterics the first time we watched this particular scene, to put it lightly.

“God, I know. It still hurts but not quite as bad,” I shrug, digging into the bag of hot chips I had on my side of the couch.

Austin eyeballs the bag for a moment before turning his eyes back to the TV screen, “You still eat those?” he asks.

“Yep. Sure do,” I say, popping a chip into my mouth.

“I don’t see how you have a stomach lining left,” Austin snorts as he chews on a Sour Patch Kid.

“I don’t see how you don’t have sores in your mouth,” I chide, motioning to the yellow bag of sour candy.

“Good point,” Austin shrugs.

His previously black-dyed hair is starting to fade into a weird shade of brown. He hasn’t bothered redying it since no one will see it. I thought the dark hair was a good look on him, in all honesty, but I’m partial to blonde-haired Austin. Especially when his hair was long and blonde. I would braid it sometimes when he’d let me.

“What are you thinking about?” Austin pipes up from next to me.

I shake my head, readjusting to real life after being deep in thought, “Nothing. Just thinking of old times.”

“Old times, huh?” Austin nods in acknowledgment, “How old?”

“As old as your long hair,” I giggle, almost wanting to reach out and touch the fading hair.

“I miss it sometimes,” Austin says, glancing over at me, “Especially when you’d braid it.”

“You only let me do that a few times, though. But I loved doing it,” I say with a smile.

“I never told you, but it felt really nice. I liked when you played with my hair,” Austin says, toying nervously with a Sour Patch Kid between his fingers.

“Trust me, I know. I know a lot of stuff you didn’t tell me,” I scoff, “Like when you’d secretly use some of my conditioner.”

Austin turns to me and looks a tad shocked, “How’d you know?”

“Austin, I could smell it on you. Did you think I wouldn’t know what my conditioner smells like?” I laugh, no longer paying full attention to the TV.

“Good point,” he sighs, and he looks as if he’s going to say something else but brushes it off.

“What?” I ask curiously.

“It’s nothing,” Austin swats his hand, “Just a silly question.”

“I love silly questions,” I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he mumbles.

“Just tell me,” I roll my eyes, “You’re not one to keep something in if it’s bothering you.”

Austin looks at me and sighs because he knows I’m right. His face starts blushing a little as he figures out how to say whatever he’s going to say.

“I was gonna ask if you’d play with my hair. I know that’s weird,” he says defensively, “But it grounds me. And I’m too wired to sleep.”

My heart flutters a little at his sheepishness, “You could’ve just straight up asked me, Aus. I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you anymore,” Austin jokes.

“Whatever,” I shove his shoulder, patting my lap, “Lay down.”

He readjusts his sitting position to lay down properly before resting his head on my thighs. I almost instinctively reach my hand out to run it through his hair as if it hasn’t been a long time since I’ve done it. I guess it’s true that old habits die hard. Playing with Austin’s hair was the second thing he liked to do with me, the first being kissing. I see him letting me play with his hair as a step forward out of the fog we’ve been in. The kissing is obviously something he struggles with, but I’m not pushy. I took the hint when he didn’t kiss me when we had sex. Austin thought of kissing as being the most intimate thing a couple could share besides sex. He would do it any chance he got, even if it was in public. Austin couldn't get enough. Even if it’s such a sacred action for him, he didn’t waste time worrying about his surroundings or how PDA looked to others. It was as simple as holding hands and as intimate as sex. So, for now, running my fingers through his hair was enough for both of us.

Tonight would be the first night I would have a nightmare. In the nightmare, I’m plastered on every magazine and website, being labeled and scrutinized. It’s something I always made sure to stay away from in consciousness, but now I no longer could. The feeling of anxiety that I’ve been pushing down was beginning to present itself in my dreams. I make a lot of noise when I have nightmares and thrash around a lot, so when I’m awoken by a very concerned Austin, I’m not surprised. I’m more or so relieved that the nightmare is over than worried that he’s in my room.

“Are you okay?” Austin asks, out of breath from running in here to make sure I didn’t hurt myself by accident.

“Yeah,” I sit up, pressing my palm to my clammy forehead, “Just a bad dream is all.”

“You were yelling for a second, and I got worried,” Austin says quietly as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Was I?” I furrow my eyebrows, trying to recall when I could’ve shouted, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?” Austin asks.

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Do you mind…” I trail off, wrapping my arms around myself. I try to figure out how to carefully word what I’m about to ask.

Austin misunderstands what I’m saying and gets up from the bed and heads to the door, but I blurt out my question before he can get one foot through the opening.

“Do you mind staying?” I blurt out, my face burning at my vulnerability.

It was hell the first time I had a nightmare after Austin and I split up. I couldn’t go back to sleep that night since I was so used to someone holding me until I relaxed. I had several nightmares about leaving Austin after we broke up, and every time was a struggle. I never really learned how to come down from the adrenaline by myself. I would stay awake until I had to be up the following day.

“Oh,” Austin mutters, “I don’t mind.”

I move over in the bed so he has enough room to slide in next to me. This is the first time Austin has held me since I left him. I wouldn’t consider his very brief period of having me on his chest after we had sex to be cuddling of any form. I’m a little nervous about having him so close to me without the sexual tension. It’s so intimate to have someone hold you and sleep next to you, but I think I’m ready for that. Austin lays down behind me before cautiously draping an arm over my side. I pushed my back against his chest, letting him know it was okay to touch me. He then wraps both arms around my waist protectively.

“Is this okay?” Austin whispers in my ear.

“This is okay,” I whisper back.

He relaxes into the embrace, tucking my head under his chin as I let my eyes close. I finally go back to sleep. The next morning, I wake up still in Austin’s arms. While I’m sure he’s still asleep, I take his right hand and play with his fingers absentmindedly. After a few minutes, I hear a scoff in my ear. Austin buries his nose into my neck before he speaks.

“Still in love with my hands, I see?” he chuckles against my skin.

I don’t respond but instead flatten my hand against his, holding it up to show the difference in size. Austin slips his fingers through mine, grasping my hand in his tightly before pulling it to him. He pulls his face from my neck and kisses my hand softly before laying our intertwined fingers back down on the mattress. I realized that I no longer had anything to think about now; we were out of whatever phase we were in upon meeting again.

“I think I’m ready,” I say out loud without a shred of context.

“For what?” Austin asks, his voice still deep from sleep.

“I’ve had enough time to think about things,” I say, pulling his arm off of me so I can turn over to face him.

Now that it’s not dark in here, I can see Austin came in here straight from bed because he has on no shirt. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes are still hooded from sleep. But Austin still has his full attention on me now that I’m turned in his direction. A look of realization comes across his face, but he waits for me to continue.

“I want to be with you again,” I say, looking into Austin’s eye carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, “But you have to promise me something.”

“What is that?” the corners of Austin’s lips twitch like he wants to smile.

“If you are ever bothered by something, tell me about it before letting it bother you too much or letting it eat you alive. You’ve never had a problem with that until now,” I say.

“I think I keep things in because the last time I said what was on my mind, you left,” Austin says, “It’s not your fault about how I feel, of course. But it’s just something I have to get over. Especially since you aren’t gone anymore.”

I nod understandingly, “Well, I’m not going anywhere. It’s not like I can either way,” I joke, “But I still wouldn’t want to.”

Austin puts a gentle hand on my cheek, almost testing my reaction to his touch. When I don’t pull away, he then places his other hand on my face, holding it still. His eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes.

“Can I kiss you, Ro?” Austin asks just above a whisper, his tone uncertain.

“Only if you’re okay with that,” I say reassuringly, not looking away from him.

“I am,” Austin says, pressing his forehead against mine, “but are you?”

“Yes, I’m okay with it,” I hold back a nervous giggle, “You can kiss me.”

Slowly, Austin pulls my jaw forward and connects his lips to mine in a simple kiss. I grab onto his face, deepening it a little more as I turn my head to the side. It’s so familiar- the pressure of his stupidly soft lips against mine. It makes me almost want to kick myself for ever letting him go. But the past is past. And now I’m ready to move forward with Austin like time hasn’t been lost.

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savvythepirate · 2 years

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I love you’s

Jack Sparrow :

• When somethings like this comes around to Jack Sparrow, you of course, would be the first to say those three words

• Although Jack Sparrow returns the same love, he still finds it a little awkward to be the one to say those words

• Sometimes to him, this all seems to good to be true

• But it is really true and it takes him some time to realize it

• Whenever you tell him you love him, he always says “I love you, too.” or “I love you, more.” Back to you and really means them

• The only times (at first) he brings himself to say them first, is when your really sick or if you’ve been really hurt in any way

• When it becomes a real normal every day routine to Jack, the confidence grows within him to be the first to say it more then he originally used to

• With Jack saying it more often, he starts to feel more protective over you

• Jack has always made you his first priority, even before the first time you’ve said that you loved him

• You just didn’t realize it until a little bit later

• When Jack says those words to you, you feel it bring you comfort, even for when you don’t feel that you need it

• He’s become punctual about saying those words before you’re about to do something dangerous

• He makes sure of it especially when it’s something that could cost something huge

• He does it because he is well aware that it could be the very last chance given to him if he doesn’t, if he lets you leave without saying anything

Hector Barbossa:

• From the day you first said “I love you.” to him, had he remembered like it only happened yesterday

• Reason for that being because he had felt that same love for you quite sometime now, but was very reluctant on just saying anything about in fear of rejection and/or of it possibly ruining the friendship you had now

• It took you a couple of times to say it for him to snap back into reality and saying it back to you, returning the same loving feelings

• It seemed awkward to the crew at first, but as they got used to the idea of you two being together in more then just a friendship way, they eventually warm up to the idea and are supportive of it

• Later on in the new relationship, a couple arguments occurred and one had escalated further then it should have, causing one of the men on your team to sneak behind you saying, “Don’t break up, you guys are great together.”

• Arguments are rare, but when they come, they’re usually resolved quickly

• Barbossa’s way of showing his love for you is he would take you with him wherever he goes, mainly around on the ship just saying, “Isn’t she just beautiful?”

• You loved that, but it made you blush madly enough for everyone to see

• You hold his hand and playfully move to look the other way when he tries to kiss you on the forehead or lips

• You tease him lovingly by saying, “Missed me.” or “Missed me again.”

Davy Jones

• The first time you’ve said “I love you.” to Davy Jones, those words were beyond your control. But just like anyone else, you couldn’t help the way you felt and it had needed to be said for quite sometime now

• You didn’t need more then had you expected to hear for him to say it back to you, although it’s true when you say it, you prepare for the worst

• At first, your gut instinct was telling you right. As you had said this to him, it seemed to only make him angry and pushed you away. You were convinced that’s where it’s going to leave off, almost like the best selling author leaving their audience on the edge of a cliffhanger and having them to wait to find out what happens next

• Surprisingly, that’s not where it left off, it has continued from there a couple weeks later when you were almost entitled as a goner

• Nearly losing you was what woke him up and realize that he has felt the same way towards you this whole time, only now does he come to realize it

• What he thought was going to happen, or more what he was hoping to happen was that you come up to him and tell him that again. When you didn’t, he knew then it was his turn to make the first approach if he wanted to win you back

• This was the first time he’s done this for anybody else, you were the first and this was soon noted as an extremely rare occasion

• He found it almost impossible to give even the smallest apology for what happened last time, and Davy Jones made it obvious

• It was not hard to make note that Davy was better with actions then he was with words, so what he did was mustering up a single word that was to lead into an apology, but he seemed stuck

• So instead, he slowly yet hesitantly lift his arms to wrap you in before saying what you have wanted to hear

• “I love you, too.”

Will Turner

• The first time you said it to him, it was honestly by accident

• The feeling was real of course, but what made it an accidental confession was of you thinking you were talking to your brother instead of Will Turner

• Although it took a full minute for him respond, you were already feeling rejected

• As if Will could sense it, that was when he said back to you and it was one of the most wonderful feelings you have experienced in your lifetime

• Now that the cat is out of the bag, the friendship changed into something much more serious over the following months

• The both of you really couldn’t be happier anywhere else other then in each other’s arms as you embraced

• Knowing the world was a harsh place at times, Will started to say those words every day it was without fail

• By this time, Will has already met your family and you found how much Will Turner and your brother were very much alike

• Not as in looks, but as in personalities and you mean that in a good way

• Nothing bad was ever said about Will, and nothing bad was ever said about meeting the family

• You we’re always happy to show off just how much you and Will were so much in love

• Some found it nasty if you were seen out in the public’s eye and the others loved that you two were together and supported you the whole way through

• You and Will Turner shared a lot of things in common

• Your favorite thing about him is his sense of humor

• Will’s favorite thing about you is your sweet spirit within you that has you striving to help any of those in need, as you would literally drop everything you were doing just to be there for someone else, even if it’s a complete stranger to you

• Will adores you whole, and loves holding your soft hand everywhere you go

• No matter where you might be, sometimes he’d teasingly joke about how the words “I love you.” was said for the first time

• You’d feel embarrassed about it before something actually had happened to make you laugh along

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Requests: OPEN

@savvythepirate

NOTE: I know there were a few other characters requested, but unfortunately they’re the same ones I don’t write for

I hope that’s okay, and that you still like it!

For: @justafairytailofinnocence

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being-of-rain · 1 year

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Lots of random thoughts from my Classic Who watch, season 22.

I already mentioned in my last watchthrough post how I think they messed up with Six’s characterisation (or lack thereof), but to reiterate; it seemed like a mistake to me to introduce Six by giving him a whole range of unlikable moments, from being generally rude to actively murderous, then at the end of the episode have the Doctor say he’s “stabilised” now, but not make it more clear which elements of the character are staying and which aren’t, and then leave the audience for a year’s break between seasons. So Attack of the Cybermen starts in maybe the worst possible way, a way that later stories in season 22 insist on repeating; with Peri contradicting the end of The Twin Dilemma and saying that the Doctor hasn’t actually stabilised since his regeneration. It’s easy to feel like this was set up to be an interesting and carefully created new take on the Doctor, and instead we got a bunch of writers copying The Twin Dilemma’s mistakes over and over and giving us a lead character built on being rude and cruel purely for shock value. Listen, I’ve listened to uncountable hours of Six’s Big Finish audios. I love Six. I love Colin Baker. But I’m sorry, it’s easy for me to see why both the character and his time on the show had such a bad reputation. Anyway, I still found it interesting to watch through Six’s first season, which I hadn’t explored much before. ...although Attack of the Cybermen specifically didn’t grab me in particular. A bit like the Daleks in their latest story, Resurrection, the Cybermen seemed very easy to kill. But honestly almost every 80s Cybermen death is so camp that I’m happy to watch it. Lytton was... a strange character to bring back? His betrayal of his criminal crew to join the Cybermen followed by the later reveal that he’s actually working for the Cryons and maybe ready to die for their cause made his loyalty a rollercoaster ride to keep track of. His whole character didn’t feel like it had a lot of moral weight to it (I don’t know how much the show expected us to forgive or forget that he worked for the Daleks last season but the amount I did either was Not Really Much At All), but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining to watch. My brother watched this one and Resurrection of the Daleks together, and hilariously(?) we both had assumed that Lytton would stay as a policeman after the Dalek story because it seemed like a good fit. Anything else in my notes for this one? It’s another story with bizarre music, and I think it was Lytton’s theme in particularly that felt jarringly out of place and chirpy in the bleak survival setting. The number plate on Lytton’s car reads ‘FTM’, Lytton is trans icon confirmed. The black-painted Cybermen were cool as heck. And I kinda loved the bright blues of the Cybermen’s control room (or wherever it was at the end), especially when the reds of the Doctor’s outfit stood out against it so clearly.

Vengeance on Varos kind of reminded me of The Caves of Androzani- technically it’s probably the best in the season. But there’s just... not much for me to enjoy in it. Entirely bleak stories just aren’t my jam. I can appreciate all of the meta jokes and commentary Varos does, but I just don’t take much joy from it. Is this an ironic take, since the story is sort of about audiences demanding more and more from their TV shows? Idk. Oh maybe the biggest exception is the cliffhanger where the Governor tells the camera how long to stay on the Doctor’s collapsed body before cutting, I get a kick out of that. Anything else to say... there’s a lot of killing in this one at the good guys’ hands in this one. Makes me think about how the Doctor shot down a whole bunch of Cybermen at the end of the previous story. Damnit, again it feels like I’m just making complaints that Vengeance on Varos is already being meta about. But parodying opinions doesn’t make them wrong! If doing a little meta joke is your only response to critique that doesn’t make my thoughts less valid! Fuck capitalism though, the story got that right. ...Sort of. It kind of fights capitalism with more capitalism. When the Doctor said that running out of fuel is “the one problem the Tardis cannot overcome,” I said “sure Jan” out loud. Do people still make that meme? I feel like I haven’t seen it in ages. Also, some stories around this era really like the Doctor and companion not arriving for ages. It takes them 25 minutes in this one.

The Mark of the Rani was so much fun, one of my favourites of the series. I think I knew what the Doctor/Master/Rani dynamic was, but I didn’t fully appreciate it until now. The Rani truly just didn’t want any part of anything to do with the Master and the Doctor. I thought she and the Master did of a willing evil team up, but no the Master literally blackmailed her into it. And they’re just all so ridiculous. The whole thing read so much like the Rani running into a dickhead from high school who she had hoped to never see again, and just wanting him to fuck off, and then getting exasperated that his old ex-bff also turns up and they still have the messiest drama, and she just wanted to do her science experiments in peace damnit. I feel like everything I have to say about this serial is funny moments. One of my favourite moments of sass was the Rani and Master’s meeting, where he says “no welcome?” and she immediately responds “you’re not.” Another great line is the Rani saying that she assumes the Master is up to “something devious and overcomplicated. He'd get dizzy if he tried to walk in a straight line,” which is SO true. Personally I also got a great laugh out of the Master looking down at a corpse and dramatically saying “The Mark Of The Rani” for the second time. It’s like no one heard it and thought it was cool the first time so he had to do it again to make sure people noticed. Other random things? The Rani’s Tardis interior looks so good. Since the Master’s Tardis is just the Doctor’s painted black, this feels like the first new Tardis design in the show and it’s fantastic. I love a larger Tardis interior, which I appreciate is an ironic thing to say. The Master standing in a field as a scarecrow truly was as random as everyone said it was. And him casually walking into frame while brushing straw off his outfit felt like such an underwhelming reveal, especially after his dramatic death last season that at some point was supposed to be the character’s final appearance. Also, at one point the Master mentions his hearts, but does he actually have two hearts at this point, since he’s possessed the body of Tremas? I guess it depends how much he’s used energy he’s stolen over the years to impose Time Lord biology on this body. The Doctor trying to disguise himself as a peasant in dull clothing but with his bright yellow pants still on display was funny. And finally, for some reason the posh guy who helps out the Doctor kind of sounded like Seán Carlsen to me at some points. I kept automatically thinking “oh Seán’s in this audio” before correcting myself.

The Two Doctors feels like it had the ingredients to become my favourite multi-Doctor story in Classic Who, but instead became... something else. Not 100% bad, but certainly with one massive glaring inescapable flaw. Firstly, the aspects I liked. I don’t think it’s unfair to say that The Two Doctors definitely has the most interesting plot of the Classic Who multi-Doctor stories- the other two are the type of multi-Doctor stories that revel in spectacle and celebration and novelty but with a thin plot. I liked how Two Doctors starts off from Two and Jamie’s point of view and has a fair bit of them at the start, they’re a great iconic duo to bring back to the show. And I like that Jamie gets given a key part of the story, I always think that multi-Doctor stories that more or less ignore companions are missing out on a lot of potential. Slight tangent here, but surely season 6b was deliberate? I know back in the ‘80s they couldn’t easily just put in a DVD of The War Games to remind themselves of Doctor Who history, but how could they possibly have accidentally written Two as working for the Time Lords when him being captured, exiled, and ‘executed’ (leading into the UNIT era) was such a massive part of the show’s story? I keep thinking Two Doctors was written by Terrance Dicks, but actually now that I check it was Robert Holmes. So could this be an attempt of Holmes to add context to Dicks’ mistake (if it was one) in The Five Doctors where Two knows about Jamie’s mind-wipe? Anyway, although the plot moves pretty slowly, when Six and Peri show up to investigate there’s some really fun ideas that personally I think the story brushes past a little too quickly. Firstly the idea that the Time Lords assassinated someone, which the Doctor was somehow a part of. And secondly that the Doctor himself had been killed in the past and Six has arrived late at the site of his own murder (I wonder if that was an inspiration for the Interference novels). Both of those things are greatly troubling and could’ve supported a whole episode by themselves tbh, although I do appreciate how the story only showed Two alive after the others had figured out that he wasn’t actually killed, it’s uncharacteristic of Classic Who not to spoil it’s own twists like that tbh. Some good timey-wimey plotting that I also wouldn’t expect from Classic Who. SO, now for the glaring inescapable flaw in the story... it’s really, excessively racist. Not to like a specific human race (though it probably is in some way. Come to think of it, doesn’t Jamie slip into scots at one point and Two snap at him not to talk in “that appalling mongrel dialect.” It’s for a joke, but just feels so out of character coming from the Doctor). But it’s racist to the new species the Androgums, in a way that gets more and more uncomfortable as it goes on. You can make broad sweeping claims of evil about the Daleks, Cybermen, and Sontarans because those species are totally artificially made and programmed, but you barely ever hear the Doctor go on and on about a natural species like that, and boy does he ever do so here. The Androgums are used as servants and cooks by other species (hmmmm) and the Doctor tells scientist Dastari that giving them higher intelligence and technology like time travel is dangerously idiotic, likening to Androgums to animals many times (HMMMM). The script backs him up on this, and it’s treated like a redemption when Dastari announces at the end of the story that he’s made a mistake and should never have considered the Androgum he experimented on anything other than “a lowly, unthinking creature of instinct.” Yikes! Hey Robert Holmes? What the fuck! The treatment of the Androgums honestly feels so different (the opposite, in fact) of anything else in Doctor Who, so by-the-numbers bigoted and wrong, that watching it was just a bizarre and unexpected experience. Earlier in the story it’s suggested briefly that the Time Lords may not be as pure and selflessly motivated as they like to claim (an idea which Two also argues against), so that’s always nice to hear in early Doctor Who. And at one point Six describes the Sontarans as “rabidly xenophobic,” which is fucking rich coming from him in this story. Anything else? Did Six say that he made up the Rassilon Imprimatur? Put that on the list of ‘things from the Classic series that EU writers reference while forgetting what happened next’ under that time Four hesitated to kill all the baby Daleks (and then decided to later). Also, I don’t like the stattenheim remote control. I’ll die on the hill that the TARDIS should never have an easy remote control, the possibility of that just erases the conflict in.. SO many Dr Who episodes. The filming in Seville was pretty. Unlike City of Death and Arc of Infinity, it feels like they did a lot more with their location filming than just run around the city’s streets for as much screentime as possible. I mean they did run around the streets, but for less of the story, and they talked and did other things as they ran. Finally, this story provided one of my clearest moments from watching the Classic Who reruns on ABC as a child. And that’s the scene when Stike the Sontaran is covered in acid then stumbles to his spaceship which explodes. Except we aren’t shown the spaceship, and it’s only stated to be the spaceship which explodes in dialogue. So the visuals were a wounded Sontaran stumbling around with laboured breathing and dramatic music, and then a long shot of the villa’s garden walls with a massive explosion behind it. When I was young my brother and I thought that was the Sontaran exploding, and we also thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Timelash is a story. Not a story I think I have any strong feelings about. A lot of its elements feel kind of unnecessary to the plot, but if I cut them all out then suddenly there’s no story, so idk what exactly were the core ideas behind it lol. The Doctor and Peri take a while to arrive in the plot again. I don’t know if Herbert or the 19th century as a whole needed to be in the story, but I’m a sucker for 19th century witchcraft and superstition being connected to deep-time physics or whatever, and also Herbert trying to banish the Doctor like he’s a demon was funny. And I have some issues with the ending. Do the Doctor and the Tardis seriously die dramatically in an explosion in the climax of the story, then he’s revealed to survive, and when Peri asks how he says “ I'll explain one day. It's a neat trick.” ???? How is that like.. a proofread script. Then it’s suggested that the villainous Borad has been sent back in time to be the Loch Ness Monster. But like, why does the Doctor say he’ll be around for a thousand years? Isn’t he just... a dude? And he can’t he just... leave the area? Why would he be swimming in the Loch? That one made no sense to me. Peri has a nice outfit! The Doctor admitting that he was being rude to her to keep her safe near the end was sweet. And omg Peri knows of Jo and can recognise her photograph! I’m taking this as proof that the Tardis has rooms with pictures of all the Doctor’s travelling companions <3 The evil Tekker has a great voice, which I only now thanks to Tardis Wiki realise is because he was played by Paul Darrow, nice! And the Borad’s laser that turns you into a skeleton is absolutely hilarious, 10/10 weapon. Six’s ‘catchphrase’ basically is just repeating things twice with increasing exasperation, huh? He does it more times than I realised. Makes more sense that his final on-screen words are him repeating “carrot juice” like that, but he does it in a different tone. Also I feel like it shows how season 22 writers were copying too much from The Twin Dilemma. Speaking of catchphrases I’m not crazy about, “all these corridors look the same” has certainly appeared a few times now, mostly from Peri I think but I can’t remember where it started. I know that’s a line that gets copied and parodied a lot in Dr Who stuff, but for some reason I’ve just never really liked it. Feels like it’s poking fun at Classic Who’s budget and stuff, which I know can be fun, but I feel like if its done to death as much as this line is, it starts to feel mean-spirited and missing the point of a lot of stuff. Oh well, it’s whatever.

Revelation of the Daleks is so close to something I can vibe with. I’m a sucker for a story set in a funerary house and other locations connected with death, and I appreciate the tacky aesthetic they went with that Peri comments on. The plot is a bit all over the place, but it’s made up for by some of the ridiculous and entertaining side characters. Kara and her assistant Vogel felt like they were always one line away from sliding into a disney villain song in duet, and it was doubly fun watching them interact with Orcini and Bostok who took their business of assassination with a delightful old-fashioned seriousness. I’m always happy to see Davros played by Terry Molloy even if (or maybe especially if) he’s doing something as pointless as emotionally manipulating a love-sick medical student. I couldn’t vibe with chief embalmer Jobel. He’s annoying and an asshole! I know he’s supposed to be, but I think it’s suggested he’s some sort of playboy, which doesn’t fit at all with how creepy and unsubtle he is with his advances to Peri (poor Peri). A character I couldn’t decipher was the DJ. Literally, in that I couldn’t understand half of what he said when he was using his radio voice. But also I just didn’t understand why he existed. Do funerary houses... have their own in-house radio announcers? Is there any connection between the two ideas at all that I’m missing? He also seems to do all of the security announcements in his enthusiastic DJ persona. Is he just like... a security man who got bored doing announcements in a normal way? Does he still do all his announcements like that when customers are in the complex? He’s sort of a big chunk of the story and its aesthetic, and I just feel like I’m missing something. It’s so weird and unique in a way that I love in Dr Who. But I just need one line of context justifying him, that’s all. Anyway, there’s a lot to like about Revelation, but it isn’t one of my favourites. The plot is a mess, it’s sometimes really slow and boring, it turns into just watching all the fun side characters get killed by Daleks and there isn’t really a lot which holds it all together. The Doctor and Peri must set a new record for how long it takes them to get to the actual plot. Unlike other times in the season they land pretty quickly (in pretty great outfits), but they don’t actually get inside Tranquil Repose until Part Two. They’re walking to their destination for 45 minutes. I suppose you can’t always get a good park with the Tardis. Anything else? Some thoughts on death. Davros seemingly dying only to reveal that he was a decoy and that there’s actually a second Davros was... unnecessary. Peri totally killed a guy, that must mess her up a bit. And is this the first time the Doctor morbidly dwells on his own death? I suppose that’s appropriate for what was almost the last story in the show.

#my thoughts #six #peri #cybermen #master #rani #two #jamie #davros #daleks #Hoping to write all these up before the end of the year!

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gins-potter · 3 years

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Which episode is the 200th within the scope of the season? My theory is that they’ll cliffhanger is Matt is going to leave to Florida or something to help raise the darden boys. Everyone thinks they’ll come back to Chicago but idk they could pull something where they try to make people think he’s going to move out to where they are.

Okay I have a meeting starting in 14 minutes but I want to answer this before the show's start which is also in 14 minutes if I'm time-zone-ing correctly, so here we go doing this quickly and hopefully without betraying anything people have told me.

So the 200th episode is x05 which is two weeks away (assuming there's no unplanned hiatuses between now and then).

My sources (aka my friends who pay way more attention to permits and bts pics than me) have said that Jesse Spencer has been seen filming for x04, x05, and x06 (x07 hasn't started filming yet) so any theories that he's leaving the show in x05 are pretty much confirmed incorrect.

From certain things I've heard/have been implied to me your theory could very well be correct and my own theory is that there might be a cliffhanger regarding Casey in x05 (but again I don't think it's that he's leaving the show/CFD/whatever). He's been seen filming for x06 so my theory is that while we might see at the start of that episode, he might also have reason to miss a few shifts after that. There's also been mention of a visiting lieutenant in an interview (I'm very scatter-brained atm so I can't remember which one it was in sorry) which sort of confirms Matt is going somewhere (again I think it's highly unlikely he's leaving the show so it's more likely to be some kind of plotline that has him leaving Chicago for a bit). I'm not sure where exactly this storyline will end up, maybe the Darden boys will end up in Chicago, maybe Casey rectifies it when he goes wherever he's going (possibly Florida?) I'm not sure but I'll be very interested to see.

#oc spoilers #one chicago #chicago fire #matt casey

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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BIG Pockets - R. Mendes Imagine

NOTE: here is a (kind of) continuation of my Raul and bookworm!reader imagine because when some of my biggest supporters in my shawn/triplet writing lately ( @bucky-ish and @saysweartogod-og ) vocalize how much they love bookworm!reader and want just “a crumb more of this couple plz” you bet imma give a whole ass L O A F in return! Enjoy your bread lovelies, bon a petit ;)

As an avid adventurer of novels, space was always a priority of Y/N’s. Everywhere she wandered around campus, the backpack slung across her shoulder thumped with her class’s textbooks and binders, and always a smaller sized work of fiction. If not her backpack, then her purse at times where she went to read on the lush grass of the lawn during summer, or better yet, a hammock strung between two trees and oscillated by the irregular winds. But there are certain times where the word luckless and her crossed paths. These “dark times”, that she had come to label as such, were fueled by the simple equation of one larger-sized book, too little and occupied of a backpack, and most importantly, women’s fashion.

Normally, the third variable was not an issue in the warmer months. It allowed Y/N the excuse to wear oversized cardigans and hoodies with ample room for average-sized books in their large pockets. But when the springtime sun melts away the last few inches of Toronto snow from the local university campus, it is a signal for Y/N that, yet another clothing change was due.

The woman had spent many days in her past, searching for reasonably priced clothing which also gave the functionality of space, but it proved to be a challenge. Nearly every pair of jeans she searched through the clearance racks irritated her fingernails when digging at the faux pocket seam on the back. Dresses with pockets were also hard to come by, especially when none of them were visually pleasing in their pattern or sculpted her body to a rectangle immediately after slipping them on.

After several, futile trips—save for one where she found a pair of reasonably priced sandals on sale—Y/N concluded the endeavor pointless and opted for carrying whichever current read in hand wherever she traveled. Whether it be to the dining hall, the laundry room, or even her boyfriend’s apartment. Especially to her boyfriend’s apartment.

Though she found it uncouth at first, Raul assured her after numerous visits that watching her lose herself between pages and spines was as therapeutic to him as the activity was to her. Sometimes, when Raul was too busy struggling with an assignment to participate in a movie, or bath, or more intimate things, she settled with splaying her body across his couch. He would guide her legs up to take a seat at the far cushion and endure his mental anguish while rubbing her calves for the hour following as Y/N was left transfixed by the world being constructed before her eyes. Other nights, when the street noise or occasional, heavy storm left Raul sleepless, he would implore for her voice—soft, compared to the hard patters or raucous honks—to send him to sleep with whatever chapter, page, paragraph, she was about to begin.

One morning, Y/N awoke to an empty bedside and her book on the nightstand. It was easy to decipher, with Raul’s absence, that it was a Thursday and he was most likely at his morning lecture encompassing one of the many subtopics of pediatrics. The small black clock illuminating ‘8:23’ in a vibrant green proved Y/N correct. As she shifted to set her feet against the shag, carpeted floor, and let her toes begin furling and releasing the smooth fabric, a faint ding is heard from beneath the pillow her head was resting on not too long before. Upon bringing the electronic up to her face, she opened it to find a new text message from the man who never seemed to leave her mind, no matter how often he left her alone in his bedside for morning lectures.

The cold front from last night is still moving in. Bundle up, buttercup!

A small blush rose on her cheeks, as well as a smile, from the nickname Raul was sure to use at every opportunity possible when around her. Y/N then felt an appropriately timed chill run across her body and litter her skin with goosebumps. Her eyes fly to the window which Raul had opened marginally the night prior, to preserve the air conditioning, and she quickly darts up to move the framed glass back into place while blowing out a breath.

She turns to gaze at yesterday’s outfit, long forgotten on the floor as she was now donned in a pair of Raul’s boxers and a tee shirt. While the solid jeans would somewhat guard the harsh winds, she was unsure about the long-sleeved shirt and the scant protection it would offer her in her eight-minute trek back to her dorm. Another ding demands her stare to return to her phone screen and discover a second text from Raul.

Don’t forget about breakfast on the counter.

Y/N took the opportunity to ditch her current dilemma and traversed out of Raul’s bedroom and to the small kitchen. When her frame reaches the doorway, the smile forming on her lips was unstoppable and full of appreciation for the man she was happy to call hers. Beside the plate of eggs and bacon, formed in their usual shape of a smiley face, sat beside his leather jacket with a small sticky note.

Bon a petit and bundle up, buttercup!

She found it appropriate to send a reasonably long string of heart emojis in response to Raul’s earlier texts, before doing as instructed. After gathering her small number of belongings and swaddling her body in the dark leather offered, she was out the door. Unfortunately, she had difficulty juggling the larger sized book, phone, keys, and wallet on her walk she decided to take a pit stop at a nearby tree. Though Raul’s leather jacket held smaller pockets for her items, the main cause of irritation was the novel. Her hand was beginning to cramp from the struggle of carrying it with her for the last few days. Y/N tried justifying the idea of chucking the bundle of pages into the nearest bush she would come across in her journey but found no reasonable arguments to do so. Rather, she rejected the idea almost immediately due to the massive cliffhanger a specific chapter concluded with last night. While Y/N laid awake a few minutes after wondering, she determined that sleep was more important and closed the book with a longing sigh.

The woman was losing strength in her fingers and warmth in her body at the same, drastic speed. And when she was ready to deem the idea of carrying it back to her dorm a futile matter, her eyes caught something shining from the interior of Raul’s jacket. She tugged it away from her body and gasped in awe. The shining object was a zipper, connected to a very large, book-sized pocket,

The giggle that left her lips a few moments after resembled that of a schoolgirl near her crush. With no further hesitation, she unzipped the mouth and separated the roomy fissure to fit her book snugly inside of it. After closing it back without struggle, Y/N acknowledged that her hand would no longer have to suffer through the rest of her walk with a whispered cheer and small happy dance. Eventually, she collected herself and carried on with her steps feeling tens of pounds lighter than the minutes before. With this discovery, the girl whips her phone out of one of the smaller pockets on the exterior and taps furiously against her keyboard.

Where did you get this leather jacket????

Hell if I know, Shawn gave it to me years ago for Christmas. I can ask for him and see…why?

I need one. It has pockets.

I think all leather jackets have pockets, buttercup ;)

But these have BIG pockets, for BOOKS!! :) :) :) I. NEED. ONE.

Okay, okay. I’ll ask Shawn as soon as I’m out of class and we’ll get one for you

Can your buttercup keep this one safe until then? Please?

Send me a picture?

The girl didn’t hesitate to hold her phone app and shamelessly snap a photo of herself, bundled in his jacket, a hand on her hip and bombastic smile to prove how comfortable she felt in his second skin. She received his reply within seconds.

Alright, only because you look so damn cute in my clothes ;)

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ohallthecrushes · 4 years

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Wherever you go I’ll find you //Joker x Reader // part 2

A/N: This was in my drafts for a week I think. I haven’t posted it sooner, cause I couldn’t find a good way to end this part and again I ended it with cliffhanger. Damn, I’m sorry. xD Part one is HERE for those interested in this story. Enjoy. :)

@call-me-harley-quinn

Summary: Arthur is so ingrained in his Joker persona, he forgets that his S/O has only seen Arthur. Not knowing him anymore, she runs. When Joker realizes this, he is devastated and does everything he can to find her. After days of searching, he finds her and takes her back. She is scared out of her mind, but it ends up being a beautiful reconciliation.

Contains: mention of blood, physical fight

Word count: 1420

You turned your head to look directly at it, and you couldn’t tell what exactly were you looking at.

- Arthur, what... What the hell is this?

He looked the same way as you and chuckled.

- That’s Randall - he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

When he saw your confusion, he pointed to his head, his index finger tapping his temple.

- I had to beat out of his stupid head the idea of me being his boy.

His chuckles turned into a short laughter, a kind of laugh you hadn’t heard from him before. A madman laugh.

You shook your head, still confused.

- Is this a joke? That’s a red paint on the wall, isn’t it?

He nodded his head at your first question and shook at the second.

- So this is a joke and it’s not a red paint? - you asked confused and disturbed, glancing back at the wall. The splash was huge and it looked like someone had killed somebody here. What the hell was that?

- Hey, Kitten... - he started, placing a hand on your cheek and turning your head away from the wall - There’s a lot for you to catch on, but can we leave it for another time? I really missed you and-

- No - you objected shaking your head and standing up, you felt like you were starting to panic, there was something very wrong, you could feel it in your bones - Explain that to me, please. What is this? - you pointed at the red splash, your voice raised and your hand shaking - How’s that Randall? And what happened at Murray’s that you don’t want me to see? What exactly are you right now? What’s this new persona? How were you reborn? I haven’t been here for a week and now I’m home everything seems to be different. You are different. And why didn’t you answer my calls? You didn’t call me for three days! Three fucking days!

He was looking at your outburst with his hands trying to catch yours to comfort you, but you shook them off, causing him to furrowed his brows in bafflement. He didn’t realize that you hadn’t talked for three days, he really didn’t. Everything had been melting into one moment, he hadn’t been aware of the time passing by.

He watched you with a concerning look on his face. As Arthur, he would start to panic as well, seeing you being so upset with him, it would make him want to comfort you and apologize to you as soon as possible. He wouldn’t let you just be upset on your own. He would have to take care of your emotions first, putting his own aside.

But as Joker, he was... irritated. Still worried about your well being, but he wasn’t in any rush to apologize to you or comfort you. He had made his one attempt and you’d rejected his hands, so he wouldn’t try again. Not until you would be calmer.

- What this is all about, Arthur?

Arthur... I’m not him.

- Joker, babe - he corrected you with a soft but firm voice - I’m Joker now... - his words sounded like they were supposed to explain you most of the things and he seemed to be proud of his new name. He thought that his new name was the best way to start with.

After all, he couldn’t wait until he introduced himself to you.

You blinked at him with a clear confusion visible on your face. His words didn’t ring a single bell in your head.

- I’ve worked hard on my new image and I think I’m pretty good looking now, don’tcha think? - he raised his arms to the sides and smiled - People of Gotham’s already loved my image.

- What people? - you asked being more and more concern about your boyfriend, but also seriously angry. Not only he looked different, he acted different. You did not recognize your Arthur anymore.

- Definitely not Randall - he joked as he laughed with this mad laughter that he had done before and you took a step back, feeling more and more scared.

You glanced at the splash of blood on the wall and the ugly truth came to your mind.

- Y-you killed him? - you asked doubting your own judgment - you really killed him?

He looked at you lowering his head slightly, a dark grin appeared slowly on his face.

- Mmhhhmm - he nodded - he was a bad boy, he knew that that gun he gave me would put me into trouble. He came here to make sure that I’d be the only one to blame. Can you imagine that?

You slowly took another step back and he noticed that you were trying to distance yourself from him. He didn’t get why though. Were you scared because of the blood? Because of him?

- No, no, no... this... - you looked at him with tears in your eyes - This isn’t you...

- Y/N, c’mon, just let me explain... - he moved in your direction but you stepped aside, behind the table. He took a few steps and you did the same, walking around the table, facing each other, mirroring each other’s steps like some sort of dance.

But the piece of furniture wasn’t the only thing that created the distance between you now.

- Y/N... - he started again, warning you with his tone to stop and stay in place, but you didn’t want to and weren’t going to.

As you both made a full circle around the table and you had a clear way to the door, you commanded your legs to run over them as fast as you can.

- The door is locked, babe - you heard his slightly irritated voice behind you and his footsteps as he rushed to you.

You were grappling with the lock with shaking hands while he moved over you and you felt his hands on your waist grabbing you and pulling you away.

- No, let me go! - you yelled as you jerked from him, trying to free yourself. But he only tightened his grips and let out a low growl, dragging you further into the apartment.

He scared you by this even more, you’d never expected from him to use force on you. He’d never done this before. He’d been nothing but gentle and considerate with you ever since you’d met. But this... This was physical fighting, this was harmful and scary, and at this moment you realized you were dealing with a dangerous man.

- Y/N, please, just... try to- - he started as he tried to think of a way to calm you down with words, but he doubted you would even listen to him.

- Let go of me! - You cried out as your legs were up in the air and you started kicking in utter panic. Your feet mostly hit nothing as you weren’t even aware of what you were aiming at, just trying so desperately to free yourself. But one particular kick struck the spot between his legs and he let go of you, instantly placing his hands onto his aching balls, curling up into a ball.

You fell on the floor, landing on you knees. You felt bad for hurting him like that, but you couldn’t know if he wouldn’t hurt you if you didn’t try to escape from him. He killed Randall after all, there was a big fucking bloody spot on the wall showing what your boyfriend was capable of. You weren’t going to stay and see what else he could do.

As the tears started streaming down your face, you ran to the door like hell, out on the corridor, tripping over your feet and beating your personal best time at running over a short distance. You ran down the stairs and you almost fell a few times, trying to run faster than you physically could. You left the building and Joker behind but you didn’t stop there as you continued to run down the street, away and away. Far away from him. Whoever he was now. You didn’t know. He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. He wasn’t Arthur. He wasn’t whom you had seen and kissed a week ago. He wasn’t the person you remembered and loved. He was... As he had told you so:

Joker.

A murderer.

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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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Oh my, your ideas are great, Mimi!! I personally find it so meaningful as someone who wants to try chasing a career in something I don't have a lot of experience into (I'm also the person who asked for advice as a starter in volleyball, haha, that's why I said that I forget about identifying myself).

Also, in the same universe of A Glimpse of Yellow???! What???! That's so exciting! And an amazing way to connect both stories. No pressure too, but I'm really excited for it! I wish you all the good luck possible in your process. 💛

- ✨ anon

(In case anyone is wondering, we're referring to the ideas in this ask.)

Really??? That's so cool! What career are you trying to get in to? I'm... not like that? I'm usually sooo self-conscious wherever I try something new. But somehow I did that with writing. I don't have a lot of experience writing and even hated it but that changed these past two years? Creating stories is the creative outlet I never knew I'd like this much. :)

Yeah!!! I think I'm having too much fun brainstorming for this Osamu fic idea that Suna's like, don't leave me hanging here. lol. And I left you all on that cliffhanger too. 🙈😅 But I do plan on finishing A Glimpse of Yellow before starting the Osamu one. I might even do a similar title name like Tones of Red or something like that. lol.

(You're the volleyball person too? Did volleyball club start yet?)

#mimi answers #✨ anon

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OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin.

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic.

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED

WAIT

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE???

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him.

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP

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OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did

Wha

fkin cliffhanger no please no

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did.

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

#live blogging #one punch man #opm #season 2 #finale #spoilers #garou #Saitama #genos #bang #bomb #phoenixman #anime #king #long post #im so sad right now oh my god #opmiss mumbling #s2e12

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stereksecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @Bloodspeckledraphael!

I hope you enjoy this fic, I had fun writing it! Hope your holidays are happy.

Read on AO3

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A Mistletoe Kiss

“I told you, dad, you’ll have to settle for the early release copy.” Stiles said. He was pacing back and forth, waiting for his flight to arrive so he can get back home in time for Christmas. It was bad enough he had been screwed over with his flight delaying a few hours to ruin his chance of getting connecting flights because of a snowstorm but hopefully he’ll squeak on in just before Christmas Eve ends. If he hadn’t had to come out here to meet with his editor in-person about the first book in the new Starlit Snow series (He had wanted to call it The Adventures of Billy Bob and Bobby Bill but was cruelly shut down. He would’ve found a way eventually to call the two men those names, not his fault deadlines exist.)

“I think I deserve to find out what happens to Drake. That was downright cruel of you, leaving that last book off where the prince found out Drake had been lying to him all this time about who he is.” His dad, John, said. Stiles could imagine the face he was making, the stern look that has made some newer deputies fear him but hasn’t worked on Stiles since he was a teen. Repetitive use of it through the years had removed any power it had once had on Stiles as a little kid.

“That was your fault! You’re the one that mentioned wanting to see what happens when the truth comes out and even suggested that cliffhanger when I was in the middle of writing a different plot for the next book of the series. I trashed all that hard work to do the reveal in this new book instead of later on in the series. My editor was threatening my Star Wars collection, even the signed DVDs! Now we’re boarding soon so who should I expect to pick me up at the gate since you’re too busy with a case and abandoned your favorite son to the cruel whims of fate?” Stiles made sure to whine the last sentence in the most annoying way he loved to use on his dad.

John sighed at the sound, then replied, “It isn’t cruel, I’m having Derek Hale pick you up. Remember, the guy you drooled about when you saw him on that skype call? He couldn’t look at me without blushing for weeks after some of the stuff you said out loud. I had to pull him aside to get him to stop and we got to talking about you. I made sure to tell him all of your faults and flaws but I think that just made him more interested, not less like I had hoped.”

“That isn’t fair, anyone would drool over someone that gorgeous. And he should take the compliments since he must get those every day and conveniently forget about them when he picks me up so it isn’t awkward. And you talked to him about me but you gave me nothing to work with here! If you’ve done the work to charm him with the Stilinski charm, you could at least have thrown me a bone about the guy. All I know is his name is Derek Hale, the guy works for you and about the fire that almost killed his family. He doesn’t even have a Facebook for me to stalk him on!”

“Because the last time I told you about a deputy in detail, he ended up in one of your series as the person that died first. It was suspicious how accurate you were describing the guy’s physical features so I take it you found him on Facebook?”

“Well he sounded like an ass since you were usually complaining about that guy. Don’t lie, you threw a party when he transferred to another area. Now I’ve got to go, love you, dad!”

“Love you too, kid.” John said, call ending. Stiles put his phone away, readjusted his glasses, grabbed his suitcase and boarded the plane. A few more hours and he’d be home at last and in time for Christmas.

Stiles walked out of the gate with his luggage rolling behind him, looking around for Derek Hale. He hoped the guy wouldn’t make him sit and stew for a while as payback for the embarrassing comments, it’s not his fault the man’s ass in the deputy uniform would make even angels weep and he blurted out that very thing to his dad on that tragic skype call. Perfection like that requires forewarning to protect Stiles’ bisexual heart. Speaking of perfection, he finally spotted the deputy, not in uniform but a soft-looking sweater with thumbholes. It was beautifully ugly with a terrible approximation of a wolf with antlers and a red nose and the best part is it looked handmade. It wasn’t the cheap capitalist ugly sweater that some child had probably slaved away in some sweatshop on but was a gift from some old lady, maybe his grandma. His grandma was still alive, right? Stiles think she had gifted the police station sweaters one year but doesn’t remember what his dad had done with his ugly sweater.

Never mind, the guy had spotted him and was heading for him, something hidden behind his back. He pulled it out when Stiles was close enough to make it out through his smudged glasses. Welcome back, Mischief, it read. Someone had obviously blabbed about that nickname and Stiles would make them rue the day they thought to tell the guy gifted enough to pull off ugly sweaters about that nickname. Knowing his luck? Stiles figured his dad probably is the culprit and could only pray he hadn’t gotten into the more embarrassing childhood stories with the guy. The thing with the pickle and toothpaste was a dare from Scott and Stiles won’t back down from a dare.

“Stiles? I was told to look for the skinny guy about my height with ugly old-man glasses and you fit.”

“I will have you know these glasses are a classic look. It is not my fault philistines think they’re ugly. And you’re Derek, right? My dad would murder me if I somehow found the wrong guy and followed him out and got murdered for it.”

“Your dad mentioned that very thing as a possibility.”

“He’ll regret that, I’ll make sure to remember that for Christmas dinner when the pie is served. See if I let him have two slices as a Christmas miracle.” Stiles looked around while they talked, watching the mass of people slowly flow around their small bubble.

“Let’s go.” Derek said. He grabbed Stiles’ luggage without prompting and walked away. Stiles stared at the display of beautiful muscular glory, those biceps straining against the sweater, the subtle shift of back muscles, someone save Stiles because this guy is going to kill him with hotness. He shook his head (and visions of what might be under the sweater) and ran to catch up to the guy.

“No need to be a Grinch, any reason for the abrupt sour mood, Mr. Sourwolf?” Stiles said.

“I wasn’t able to take any time off and got stuck here instead of going with my family on the yearly Christmas vacation. And sourwolf?” Derek said.

“Shit, I didn’t expect that. Sorry to hear about that and sourwolf because you are acting Grinch-like and your shirt has a wolf on it.”

“It’s okay, being surrounded by them all is smothering since they even get the aunts, uncles, and cousins together. It’s an army by that point, most of us only see each other for Thanksgiving and Christmas and don’t talk the rest of the year. Main issue is I’m going to be hearing about this for years, Matt still gets shit for missing aunt Gretchen’s daughters first Christmas and that was years ago. Even Laura somehow got off this year and I want to know how she pulled that off considering she always gets stuck with the holiday shifts at the hospital.”

“Laura’s your older sister and Matt is your brother, right?”

“Yeah, her and Matt are first and second, then there’s me, Meredith and Cora. It’s a madhouse just with them, add in all the other kids and it gets to be too much. I’m glad to have an excuse, it’ll be peaceful this year.”

“Not a bad thing to want some peace and quiet. I need that sometimes when I’m working on certain scenes, usually I need the noise and chaos so I live in coffeeshops when deadlines are near.” They had just left the airport building and were walking to wherever Derek had parked, hopefully close by. Stiles hadn’t slept well on the plane because of a crying baby next to him, he thought those clichés only lived in trope-filled books but obviously they became a cliché for a reason. A long walk would drain his reserves he needs for when he gets home and sees everyone since it’ll be night by then, hopefully they will still be up.

“Your dad mentioned that you write for a living. You any good?” Derek smirked. He brushed his arm against Stiles, most likely by chance because that sounded flirty to Stiles and there’s no way that Greek god would do it with him.

Stiles sputtered when the sentence registered. He glared at the smirking asshole walking next to him, arms barely contained in the sweater as they shifted with the suitcase, trying to distract him from the more important things, like defending himself and his honor as an author. “I’ll have you know I am a bestselling author and have gotten multiple books on the NYT bestselling list. Am I any good?” Stiles scoffs. “I am so good. Surely you’ve read the Dreamdark series?”

“Never heard of it.” Derek said. His face was blank until he saw Stiles had stopped walking with him, mouth hanging open and eyes wide since even Lydia had read them and her standards were insane for literature, she had even said as much to him. Derek smirked again. “Of course, I have. Any chance I can get one of those advanced copies your dad brags about?” The pair picked up the pace, getting close to where an old mom van was parked that Derek was aimed right at, luckily nearby. It was cluttered with all kinds of junk, kids’ toys scattered in the back, a few stickers on it with one from each holiday around this time.

“Sorry, those go to my dad, Scott and his mom and Lydia would murder me with her stilettoes if I don’t give her one.” Stiles looked between Derek and the car as Derek unlocked the trunk and threw his suitcase in, shoving it between two boxes bursting with kids’ toys. “Surely you don’t drive that thing, it feels like the thing a mother of 4 would drive around and show off to all the other neighborhood moms at their PTO meetings.”

“It’s the only thing left here. Laura took the Camaro and my mom and dad both took the other cars with them since they were on food and kid duty. This is just one of the many little ways they will get back at me for missing out on the party.”

“Sounds like it isn’t worth missing if they do that stuff as revenge.” They finished loading up and Derek drove them away.

“It is worth it. If I have to hear aunt Cecilia ask when I’ll ‘settle down with a good boy or girl’ one more time, I’m packing up and living as a hermit in the woods. Laura already has enough kids for all of us but still she bugs Cora and me about relationships.”

Stiles gave him a once-over, especially looking at his stubbled face. “Grow out a beard and I can see you pulling off the mountain man look.” Stiles pictured it and Derek would look hot as burning. Derek squinted at him with suspiciously red ears, Stiles’ face must have given something away when he saw them, before smoothing it over to a grin. “C’mon dude, surely you got people lining up to save you from your aunt? Hell, I’d join the line if so.” “I doubt you’d survive dealing with them all. Imagine a family of people as nosy as you are about your dad’s diet, according to the Sheriff.”

“I will have you know; I torment him out of love and a desire for him to live to retire and see any grandkids I might ever have.”

“Do you plan to have kids?” Derek said.

“Sure, dude. More than one, growing up as an only child gets lonely at times. I love Scott like a brother but he has to go home to Melissa sometimes. He can’t just live with us all the time though we tried so many times. How about you?”

“I grew up with a big family, I’d want them to have siblings if I ever had kids. I’m surprised you and Scott didn’t get your own house to live in, if I hadn’t seen him with Allison, I’d have sworn you two were gone on each other.”

“Sounds like we’re on our way to a married life if we’re already having the kid talk, dude.” Stiles joked. “And you are not the first to say that, Allison kept looking at Scott funny when they were just friends because she thought he was with me. Took Christmas for her to realize there was nothing there.”

“Then calling me dude is grounds for divorce.” Derek’s face was smiling as he said it. “I don’t get how she never noticed how much he liked her, he has a face he makes when thinking of her. I’m pretty sure it scares the animals at his work more than a needle.”

“Not cool, man. Would you rather I call you what I said earlier, sourwolf? It fits you well when you ruin the fun. Enough about Scott, what about you?” Stiles said. If Derek smirking was dangerous for Stiles’ health, Derek smiling was something to cherish. Stiles figured it was too early but he already wanted to see Derek smiling more often and not just the smirks he had worn. Derek turned on the radio to a random Christmas station and the conversation drifted off from there. They talked about favorite Christmas movies (Home Alone, of course.), favorite Christmas songs, “All I want for Christmas is a classic, Derek.” “It’s overplayed to hell, shut up, Stiles.” They even got to favorite Christmas memories, “I keep the picture of the three of us in my first book. I think she’d be proud that I got so far from her giving me a notebook and pen for Christmas.” “Laura and Cora teamed up to do Christmas dinner that year and both burned it all so badly we had to get takeout. It was the best Christmas ever.”

They passed the Welcome to Beacon Hills sign with Derek slowing down to match the speed limit exactly. “What, afraid your cop buddies are going to pull you over if you go a mile over?” Stiles said.

“More like afraid your dad will pull me over and read us both the riot act about safe driving.” Derek said.

“Shit, that is scary. Okay, keep obeying the law. My dad will love you if you tell him I said that.”

They pulled into the driveway of the Stilinski house, John’s cruiser and Melissa’s car already there. Nobody was outside but the lights in the house were on. “What, where is the welcoming committee?” Stiles said.

“Inside.” Derek said.

“And why are they not coming out to welcome their beloved son home? I’ll be filing a complaint at the police department over this treatment. Surely this is some form of child neglect.” Stiles walked through the door and headed to the kitchen, Derek following closely behind. They were greeted with the table set up for a very late dinner and John, Melissa, and Scott all chatting away at the kitchen counter. The group turned as one when Stiles opened the door loudly, Derek’s quick work preventing it from banging against the wall.

Scott gestured at them to stop and pointed up above them. “Stop right there. You got to pay the toll, both of you, dudes.” Stiles and Derek looked up, saw the mistletoe and turned to each other. Stiles was totally getting Scott an awesome after-Christmas gift to thank him for an on-point wingman. Even without Stiles saying a thing, Scott knew right away he wanted to make a move on Derek.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, dude. Scott’s making that toll thing up.” Stiles tried to give Derek an out in case the guy was uncomfortable about being put on the spot. He had been fidgeting after seeing the mistletoe but he hadn’t looked away from Stiles’ face. In the right light, Stiles would say he was blushing but surely that was his imagination running away from him again.

“Given how many times you guys used it on me and Melissa, having it turned on you is fair play, right, Melissa?” John said.

“Sounds right to me. I lost track how many times you two tried to parent-trap us together.” Melissa said.

“We will be brothers eventually, we just thought we’d speed things along!” Stiles defended him and Scott.

Derek reached out and put his hand against Stiles’ face. He leaned forward and stopped and said quietly, “This okay with you?”

“More than okay with me, big guy.” Stiles closed the gap and they kissed.

While the duo was focused on kissing each other, the rest turned back to continue the conversation that had been going on before they got there. “Pay up, Sheriff. I told you the mistletoe would work. Laura told me all about how her brother was pining away and Stiles has a type and Derek fits it to a T.”

“I’m not sure why I doubted you, it worked on Scott and Allison too that first Christmas they both came over. God knows it would take a Christmas miracle to get you and her together, Scott. Where is Allison anyway?”

“She had to do dinner with her family, her father still hates me.”

Derek and Stiles parted, eyes glowing from the dim light hitting just right. “Merry Christmas, Derek. Want to stay and celebrate a Stilinski Christmas to make up for missing a Hale one?”

“Gladly, Stiles.”

#Bloodspeckledraphael #stereksanta19 #*fics19 #*gifts19

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RWBY Volume 7 Chapter 8

My various thoughts and opinions on Chapter 8 of RWBY Volume 7, "Cordially Invited"

SPOILERS BELOW:

Aww, they included Oscar in the team meeting. That's good.

The classical music that plays when the squad is rolling up to Schnee Manor. I swear I've heard it before, I just can not remember where.

Oh. My God. The hood ornament on Ironwood's car is the RWBY Rex. I thought we'd never see it again. That's it, pack it up! This is officially the best episode of the volume! We're done here!

I think I'm repeating the opinion of most of the FNDM when I say that it's a shame no one got dressed up for the occasion. I mean, I understand making all new designs and models for everyone would have going a bit above and beyond, but come on, we could have at least one of Team RWBY in a suit. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

The joke was funny and all but...what cameras are we talking about?

You know, after my first time watching through, I'm all for jumping on the "protect Whitley" wagon, but...god, does his attitude still get on my nerves.

Aww, I was so looking forward to seeing our favorite 7 Dwarves. I hope he's doing well wherever he is.

While the 2d renders in Volume 4 were absolutely breathtaking, it is quite nice to see Schnee Manor rendered in it's full 3D glory. Ok, there is no way in hell anyone can convince me that Qrow wasn't just flirting with Clover just now. I mean, the only way it could have been more blatant is if one of them had winked at the other at the end.

Oh thank goodness. I was afraid that they wouldn't address Qrow's alcoholism properly after the card game scene, so it was nice to see them address it here. It was a small scene, to be sure, but an effective one nonetheless.

I am slightly disappointed that we didn't get to follow Vine and Elm's evening. I'm getting that it would have had quite a great deal of entertainment value.

Whitley, buddy, I am trying really hard to feel for you right now, but for the love of god, could you kindly fuck right off.

I must say, Robyn being a part of this meeting was not something I saw coming.

Can somebody please give Penny a hug? I really think Penny could use a hug.

I usually reserve this for Nora, but today I think I just might widen the net a little. JNR, please never change.

Funny, usually people T-pose to assert dominance. In Whitley's case, I can't help but feel that it's having the opposite effect. On the plus side, pink is a surprisingly good color on him. He should consider dying his hair.

Wow. I had no clue the first time around that was Chad James voicing the Councilman. Dude's got some impressive range.

Ok, is it even possible for Jacques to drop the condescending tone? I mean, talking like that, the council has to recognize that he's up to something, right? Surely they're not that dumb...right?

Ooh, I like the way Robyn was looking at Winter when she snapped. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but I look forward to it being explored later.

Wow. There is a lot to unpack in that photo gallery. First and foremost, is that Nicholas Schnee? I guess when you're based on Santa Claus, the glorious beard is practically compulsory, but uh, is that the Arma Gigas armor he's wearing?

The sad thing is, that's probably the nicest thing anyone's told that server all night.

Oh my goodness, Willow Schnee. At long last, we finally get to meet her. I must say, she's quite beautiful. Side note, there's another one for the Fullmetal Alchemist Alumni Bingo Board, because she's voiced by Caitlin Glass, aka, Winrey Rockbell!

I absolutely love this conversation between Winter an Penny. I've seen a lot of people headcanon that the two of them managed to form something resembling a friendship since they became part of the same squad, and I can definitely see hints of that here. It's clear that Winter sees Penny as more than just a robot, and they both seem to care about each others' feelings. It's just really nice to see these two have a proper personal moment outside of those that they usually have them with (like Ruby or Weiss) and just...be there for one another. I must say, I flat out adore our first impression of Willow in this scene. On one hand, she's distant, and distracted. It seems to take her a minute to realise who she's talking to, or where she even is (it took her a minute to question Weiss was in her dad's office, and needs Weiss to remind her that Weiss left). She truly does seem to be a shadow, or shell of the woman she used to be. And yet, whatever spark that was there before, it still seems to be there. The way she acts and talks throughout this scene, I can see the trace embers of somebody who was once intelligent, and fierce, and just...strong. I see a semblance of strength left in her, even if it's been chipped away and buried between the years of abuse and addiction. I get the impression that in her prime, this woman was a force of nature, and I think there's a shadow of it still there. Somewhere in there is somebody that wants to fight back, she just...doesn't quite have the strength to do so.

In case you needed to what, Willow? IN CASE YOU NEEDED TO WHAT!?

I think "Good..." for Willow just became what "Always" was for Snape. Holy shit, Weiss has official, video evidence that Watts is alive and working with Jacques. I can not wait to see how this gets used down the line.

"Yo, Watts. what are you doing up there?" "There is no Watts. I...am Batman"

Oooooh, so that's why it was always raining in Mantle. I just figured they were in a rare warm spot. "Without heating or projected Aura, the cold of Solitas can kill you in a manner of hours" "Hey Mom, it's snowing!" Oh...oh dear.

While not a flat out cliffhanger, still quite the foreboding note to leave us on going into our small holiday hiatus.

#rwby #rwby volume 7 #rwby spoilers #rooster teeth animation

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a-well-toasted-brain mentioned you in a post “did you hear Hussie's massive explanation on the epilogues?”

send me a link dahniwitchoflight

https://www.reddit.com/r/homestuck/comments/cuywff/the_homestuck_epilogues_bridges_and_offramps_new/

Alright something about Hussie calling his own work a cursed tome is hilarious to me

that’s really amazing he first intended the epilogues to be written as books because like, I’m so sure that if a third one does come out, it will be on an actual hardcover book, even just for the book eating jokes in homestuck and the fact that a book was in calliope’s offerred picnic basket of food choices to John

“I feel like the work does a lot to suggest it's not merely following up on the lives of all the characters after a few years, but also reorganizing all narrative circumstances in a way that points forward, to a new continuity with a totally different set of stakes.“

Yeah like, Homestuck in it’s current state is certainly finished and done and over with, but he’s right that the things presented in the epilogue do at times feel like cliffhangers leading to something new

but not something entirely new, new in the sense of a remake new

I wouldn’t be surprised if the old proclamation of homestuck 2.0 was just homestuck remade/retcanoned into a new different format and re-telling the story over again but different this time

“ In this sense, I think it's heavily implied to be a piece of bridge-media, which is clearly detached from the previous narrative, and conceptually "optional" by its presentation, which allows it to also function as an off-ramp for those inclined to believe the first seven acts of Homestuck were perfectly sufficient. But for those who continue to feel investment in these characters and this world, ironically the very elements which could be regarded as disturbing or depressing are also the main reasons to have hope that there is still more to see. “

Yeah!! Exactly! The Epilogues are leading into more things, but it’s not just gonna be a continuation of the story so far, even using in character retcon mechanics

it’s not like it would be out of place for Homestuck, Homestuck already did that once upon a time with Homestuck Beta, the idea of reimagining what the story of Homestuck is overall, isn’t something new to the media

“It turns out the gaze we cast from the sky of Earth C to revisit everyone isn't exactly friendly, like warm sunlight. It's more like a ravaging beam, destructive and unsettling to all that could have been safely imagined.”

“Our continued attention is the very property which incites new problems, and the troublemakers appear to be keenly aware of this. “

That’s really ominous though, it’s sort of implying that that everything fucked up that happened in Candy was through our gaze of wanting to read more being that eternal endgame Sun is what caused all the character skewing, not necessarily that John had leftover bits of canon power in him when everyone else didn’t

We wanted to see the drama and problems that would arise therefore it did

Kind of implies that the longer this continues on the more an original neat happy end is out of reach, what could have been a simple story of 4 kids playing game turned into something much more complicated and dramatic

But I don’t think that’s true, if the story is hinging on what hussie imagines we as an audience want to see, if we all want to see that original neat happy simple end, that hardly feels impossible

Yeah like something else is definitely coming, Hussie gave up the epligues as a way to zap our attention, make us talk, get feedback, get passionate about things he didn’t know we would, get ideas of what it is we wanted to see, and now it’s gonna simmer for a while while he uses some time to cook up something new

“Once you have a multitude of intermissions, don't you have two dueling threads of content, one supposedly "irrelevant", and the other important? And if that's true, then is it possible for the "irrelevant" thread to accrue more importance, throwing its entire identity as "optional content" into question retroactively?”

yes!

“And if that can happen, is it possible the two threads can flip roles, with the intermissions becoming more important than the main acts? Then once the story goes through the motions of answering "yes" to all of this, isn't it also fair to ask, why bother with this examination at all? Was it pure horseplay and trickery? Actually, yes, sort of. There is a trick involved. The gradual realization that intermission content is nontrivial forces the reader to reevaluate their perception of the material, which was originally influenced by a label presiding over that material, and what they believed that label meant.”

“It relies on the reader's presumption about the label's meaning to disguise certain properties of the content (like relevance), and therefore disarms the reader initially, leading to the potential for subverting expectations about the content later in surprising ways. In other words, you can use whatever it is the reader already presumes they know about stories in order to control the perception of what they are reading, just by gradually shifting the boundaries of whatever it is they've been well trained to expect from certain elements.”

Ah, so them being called “Epilogues” doesn’t really matter, in fact, it’s clearly being used specifically to mislead us, even their current state of canonical-ness doesn’t matter. It’s not a status handed down from on high that they have no choice but to simply accept.

Everything is both within their power and within the audience and author’s power to change, which he has already admitted as such when he designed the “epilogues” stories labelled as such to in fact feel like “intermissions” in application, so the author has already now changed what an epilogue means in Homestuck, so what will the audience and then the characters change about that?

“So now the label "epilogue" has been toyed with in a similar way, and also in a manner which exposes an apparent flaw with the label. Or actually, just by using the label "epilogue" at all, it seems the story is admitting to an apparent flaw. If another way of saying intermission is "whoops, story's too long, here's a break", then an alternate way of saying epilogue is "whoops, I forgot some shit, here's some more".”

whoops indeed lol so yeah, “Epilogue” absolutely doesn’t mean the story is over, it means quite the opposite, it’s a guarantee the story is going to continue

“it's probably time to get nervous about whether it satisfies your expectations about what the content existing under such a label should provide.”

See, this is the sort of thing why I still have a sliver of faith in the author, he’s admitting he knew the expectation of his audience so clearly that he specifically wrote something to come across as unsatisfying as possible to stoke the flames as much as possible to get people to want more so that he could make more

so he didn’t write the epilogue with any sense of thinking that anyone in the audience was really going to fully accept this is how homestuck ends, it wasn’t presently simply as “well, here’s the end here you go, this is canonically how it ends”

he’s fully aware of the dissatisfaction, in fact it was dissastisfaction he was hoping to cultivate on purpose

I think PesterQuest clearly ties into and jokes about with MC straight up reacting the way a lot of fandom did when they first popped out, right on Hussie’s que

“Stories end where they do for certain reasons, answering the questions which were thematically important to answer, and leaving some questions unanswered for similar reasons, and the reader is left with the task of deciphering the meaning of these decisions. Under the "whoops, I forgot some shit, here's more" interpretation of an epilogue as a flawed construct, by reopening an already closed-circuit narrative, what you're really doing is introducing destabilizing forces into something which had already reached a certain equilibrium, due to all the considerations that went into which questions to answer, and which to leave ambiguous. And these destabilizing forces became the entire basis for the construction of an entirely new post-canon narrative, for better or worse.“

By Homestuck’s been doing that this whole entire time, so it’s really not unexpected here as well

Whatever happened to that original flash of Bark Tier Jade doing things with the planets that ended in candydust? The interruption of that dust made it so we might never know (yet)

“By deploying it as mock-fanfiction, and including other authors, I'm making an overt gesture that is beginning to diminish my relevance as the sole authority on the direction this story takes, what should be regarded as canon, and even introducing some ambiguity into your understanding of what canon means as the torch is being passed into a realm governed by fan desires.“

So Hussie is even aware that of the original problem of having a sole author for the kind of story he is making, perfectly represented in story by his self insert being and acting the way it does, trying to diminish it’s presence as much as possible, but still inescapably being there and affecting things

and even showing how a character like John rising to a similar position due to circumstances, can’t help but come to the same conclusion of self isolation as the only way

“ The fanfiction format is effectively a call to action, for another generation of creators to imagine different outcomes, to submit their own work within the universe, to extend what happens beyond the epilogues, or to pave over them with their own ideas. And I believe the direness in tone and some of the subject matter suitably contributes to the urgency of this call to action. “

So at this point, Hussie I think is actually admitting he might be out of ideas, so in his role as sole author, that means the story is over it’s dead, wherever it managed to end up dying, but at the same time he doesn’t want to let Homestuck die, so he’s opening up canon to be influenced by other people not just himself, fandom has to start creating new content or rearrange the pieces in ways that feel satisfying to them

That’s not to say though that if we like Homestuck we should all write our endings however we please and that that’s the real true ending of homestuck

but rather he’s probably going to be expanding his team of Homestuck creators to include more people than just him, bigger the bigger sample size of people who want homestuck to live and be satisfying, the more accurate it will be to the overall fandom vision of what it means to be satisfying

So dang then, really cool

Right now, If I were to put myself in this role, I can definitely think of things left unaddressed that I want to be handled in a satisfying way, and I can definitely think of things that have been handled unsatisfactorily, and can think of more satisfying ways to meet their ends

it makes sense though that this can’t be handled by one person alone though, that it has to be a communal effort

because there are also things that I personally have no opinion about, or even worse, a negative opinion about, which means if I were in charge, those parts of the story would be handled in an unsatisfying way to those who were hoping to get satisfaction out of

For instance, it’s not impossible for a character even like Gamzee to have a satisfying conclusion or character arc, if a significant part of fandom so desires

It wouldn’t even have to be that hard, Candy already lampshaded the most obvious/most likely ways in which it could be done seriously

a) play up what happened in his childhood having an affect or non affect on him

b) play up the substance abuse angle or how the drugs might have irreversibly altered his personality

c) play up how his Ultimate Self may have been tainted by the part that became LE similar to Dirk through that “Combat, Philosophy, Life, Love” line

heck even the gross unmentionable part at the end half of Candy has a super dark joke that you could even twist Gamzee’s story as him being the one being abused in a relationship having an affect on him, not the other way around

but THAT would be one hell of a contortion of his character as it is now in the story

and since it’s mostly Gamzee being the one to make these jokes about his own character, it even comes across as darkly self aware on his part, especially with his whole redemptions handed out like Candy thing he’s got going on

that if enough people forgive him and start liking him it’s essentially the same as him not having been a villain in the first place, in “canon”, which it would be if audience had control over canon

but whether that’s due to him wanting to simply, get away with the shit he’s done scot free and not have to feel any repercussions for his actions, or some core of genuine remorse that he doesn’t know how to express properly but has access to the power to change if he wants

I think it’s the first most likely because I dislike him, but people who do like him would obviously feel differently

So, I end this all with

“I want to see what happens in Hiveswap and Friendsim, and PesterQuest, and I want to see if the effects of that has repercussions on Homestuck, and changes it further in ways that satisfy me” with my eyes gleaming, staring like sunlight, changing the way it’s perceived by burning holes into parts I don’t like and welding together the parts that I do like

I ended that pretty ominously, but for real I think the better way is a more light-handed touch

use what’s there as much as you can, tweak small details by your own hands and let the rest change naturally like a butterfly effect, leaving as little a footprint as possible

it’s like how sometimes in order to heal your meat-sack you need surgery, which might involve making new cuts to it, which sounds bad, but if the way those cuts heal and scar over overall causes the health of the body to increase and remove things like rot and poison, it’s done an overall good, especially if it’s good surgery and you manage to do so in the smallest amount of cuts possible

Like those surgery robots who simply go in through holes in the skin and do everything unseen under the surface

Hussie’s left a pretty big important plot hole already, probably better to start from there if anywhere

My immediate thought is what’s the best way of explaining the story of the cursor juju? How it’s created and how it’s meant to be used and etc it’s role in the narrative as a weapon against the final villain

Dang, good read though overall thanks for linking it to me!

I definitely would say though that my gaze isn’t filled with wanting to see more drama and problems pop up, it’s wanting to see the resolutions of past drama, wanting to ease tensions rather than create more, wanting to patch things up rather than create more holes, just simply wanting a satisfying resolution to things I care about

If Homestuck is a piece of art, I’m a small blowtorch welding the delicate bits back onto their proper places so that I can look at the finally finished metal statue with satsifaction

#Homestuck #Meat or Candy

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Our Little Secret Part 6 (Merlin & Child!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: (Y/N), Gwaine, and Percival are captured by Morgana and taken to Ismere. The men are sent to the mines, but (Y/N) is held elsewhere. The only thing her friends know of her is that they can hear her screams from levels far below her prison. Meanwhile, an old friend makes a reappearance.

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: torture, imprisonment, unconsciousness, violence, injuries, mentions of death, mentions of stabbing, annoying cliffhangers Word Count: 2,700

Note: happy reunited times??? i think nOT!!!!!!!! have a cliFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!! also sorry this is so late, i went to Academic UIL and got first in my event so it’s been kinda crazy

“Sir Gwaine set off for Ismere some six weeks ago. With him went threescore of our finest men. There has been no word from them since.”

“Did you find the others?” Gwaine whispered to Percival as he kept at his work, the pickaxe in his hands getting heavier by the moment.

Percival nodded. “Every last one, except (Y/N).”

“They wouldn’t let a lady down here,” Gwaine huffed. “Even if she is a knight.”

“Someone said they heard screams the other night, from upstairs,” Percival muttered darkly.

Gwaine raised his eyebrows, heart dropping. “A woman’s?”

At Percival’s hesitant nod, he glanced at the ground, terror gripping him. If (Y/N) was being kept upstairs, there was no telling what Morgana would do to her. After all, they were old friends.

“Now, (Y/N), dear,” Morgana hissed into the girl’s ear.

(Y/N) lay helplessly on a slab of stone, chains boring into her skin and cutting her viciously. Blood trickled down her arms and from her ankles, where more chains wrapped around her. It pooled under her, staining the stone as it had done for weeks, making the rock crimson rather than the dull grey it had started as.

Morgana chuckled darkly. “Last chance to give up.”

She dragged a knife down the side of the girl’s right arm, just barely piercing the skin. (Y/N) bit her tongue to avoid crying out in pain, refusing to look weak.

“I told you before,” Morgana continued, “Pledge your allegiance to me and you’ll have free reign of this castle. Maybe I’ll even give you an army of knights.”

“I would rather die,” (Y/N) choked out.

After weeks of torture, both physical and psychological, the poor girl was a mess. She was an adult now and had a few years of experience as a knight, but she had never been captured before. It was taking a toll on her body, though more so her mind.

As it happened, (Y/N) was starting to see people, people who were long dead. She kept seeing Lancelot, for one, as well as others she knew were alive, but were nowhere near her prison. Every night, one of her friends was there to save her, though her chains would never be removed, not really.

Morgana let out an animalistic growl. “And you will, as soon as I know who taught you.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked quietly, suddenly confused. Taught her what? This had never been part of their conversations before.

“Who taught you magic, of course,” Morgana grinned evilly.

(Y/N) felt her stomach drop. How could Morgana possibly know about her magic? No one knew but Merlin and Gaius. Of course, Lancelot had known back then, but he had been dead for a long time.

The only other person (Y/N) could think of was Mordred, that little boy from so long ago. But he swore to keep her secret and she trusted him to do so, wherever he was.

“I don’t have magic,” she replied stubbornly.

“Oh, there’s no point hiding it, darling,” came Morgana’s cackle. “I’ve known your little secret for a long time, thanks to a little girl too foolish and too grief-stricken to worry who saw her move a boulder into a forest clearing.”

(Y/N) shook her head violently. “No. No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Morgana grew furious. “Stop! Stop lying!” She shrieked. “I saw you move that stone for Lancelot’s memorial! I know you have magic! Now, tell me who taught you or--!”

“Lady Morgana!” a voice shouted from outside.

(Y/N) laughed weakly. “I suppose you’ll never know.”

“I’ll be back,” Morgana growled. “And you will tell me. Or the next person that visits you will be a knight’s corpse.”

She slammed the prison door behind her as she went, leaving (Y/N) to shake with worry. Her friends were down in the mines with the other men, she knew that, but Morgana would murder them in a second if it would tell her what she needed to know.

(Y/N) didn’t want to out Merlin, seeing as he was Camelot’s greatest weapon, but she couldn’t let Percival or Gwaine die. If it came down to it, she knew Merlin would want her to save them. She could only hope that rescue would come from Camelot before she had to make such a decision.

Then again, she realised, Merlin had told her never to rely purely on faith.

Taking a deep breath, she waited until she was sure it was quiet in the hall. No one was around, so she could make as much noise as she needed.

Metal clanged as she slammed her chained wrist against the stone, whimpering as she did. She avoided hurting herself as much as possible, while still getting the force she needed to break her chains open. When the first one snapped, she smiled.

One down, three to go.

When Mordred turned the corner of the tunnel and found himself faced with a group of Camelot knights, he realised it was his moment. He passed Arthur over to the first two to approach, not bothering to stick around as they walked off. Instead, he rushed to the upper levels, sneaking past guards who looked frantically for Lady Morgana.

They would never find her, not alive, anyway, for Mordred had stabbed her in the back only moments ago.

Reaching the lowest floor of the upper levels, he knocked out a guard with the hilt of his knife, clearing the entire musty hallway of security. He sprinted past heavy wooden doors, inside of which came screams and cries for help. He ignored all of them until he got to the last door.

Mordred took a deep breath and kicked it open with all his might, sending the massive thing off its hinges and onto the floor. He stepped into the room, hoping to see a familiar face, but instead seeing an empty stone slab with broken chains. Worry started to settle in his stomach, but he didn’t have a moment to process before he was taken into a chokehold.

Two strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a corner and slowly cutting off his air flow. He struggled in his attacker’s grip before suddenly realising they had chains still attached to their wrists.

Tapping furiously on their arm, Mordred gargled past ragged breaths; “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! I’m here-- here to help!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she let go and he fell to the ground. He stumbled to his feet and got a good look at the girl, who was leaning weakly against the wall. She was no longer in her armour and cape, but rugged men’s clothing stained in red.

(Y/N) gazed at him curiously, clearly not recognising him at first. Looking him up and down, she froze when she met his eyes, his bright eyes that she had not seen in so long.

“Mordred?” She whispered.

That was when her body chose to give out, making her fall against the prison wall for support. Mordred panicked and rushed to help her up, holding most of her weight and keeping her from collapsing entirely.

“Mor-- Mordred,” she muttered, reaching up to put her hand against his cheek. “It’s you.”

“It’s me.” He smiled lightly down at her. “I’m going to get you out of here, (Y/N). I’m going to bring you home.”

Mordred leaned down and, with all his effort, picked her up bridal style. He held her tightly as he exited the prison and made his way down to the mine levels again, hoping that Merlin, Arthur, and the men of Camelot hadn’t left yet. Of course, he realised soon enough that they would never leave without their dear (Y/N)-- and he couldn’t blame them.

As soon as he descended the last flight of stairs, voices echoed up to where he could hear them.

“We haven’t found (Y/N) yet and the boy-- the boy who saved Arthur disappeared,” one of the knights said.

Mordred could hear Merlin take a deep breath as he turned the corner into the main area of the mine, where they all gathered.

“We need to find (Y/N),” Merlin said. “If Morgana had her in the upper levels--”

“I’ve got her,” Mordred interrupted as he walked up to them, (Y/N) in his arms. He immediately started walking past them, though, headed toward the exit.

The knights glanced at each other and Merlin, who gave a heavy sigh. Gwaine shrugged and followed after Mordred, a rush of adrenaline filling him. Percival was right at his heels, the others following the giant’s example.

Merlin was tempted to take another quick look around the castle, but he worried about leaving Mordred alone with (Y/N). What kind of game was he playing, stabbing Morgana and rescuing (Y/N)? Was he being sentimental or was this the start of something else? Either way, Merlin didn’t like it.

Back in Camelot, (Y/N) was kept under close watch. Merlin offered up his room for her to stay in and Gaius examined her, coming to the conclusion that her physical injuries weren’t extensive.

Mordred had returned to Camelot with them, by request of Arthur. If the king hadn’t asked him, he probably would have joined them anyway, seeing as he was by (Y/N)’s side the whole way back. She hadn’t woken up except for a single time, when they were still travelling through the blizzarding lands of the north.

They had made a makeshift bed for both her and Arthur on a cart they stole from Ismere, bundling them up as best they could. Mordred and Merlin sat atop it as well, keeping a close eye on the two. Merlin was more concerned with Mordred than he was them, though.

When (Y/N) began to shift in her unconscious state, Mordred leapt to action, leaning over her when she woke up.

“Mordred?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He tucked the blankets in tighter and nodded, trying to smile. “I’m here, (Y/N).”

“It’s so cold,” she managed, her breath turning to fog. “So cold.”

“Here,” he muttered.

He helped her to sit up and lift her blankets just enough that he could move underneath her, propping her up on his lap. Mordred wrapped his arms around her shivering form as best he could in an attempt to share body heat. Without being prompted, (Y/N) grabbed his significantly warmer hands with hers, which were shaking involuntarily.

“I must be dreaming,” she said.

Mordred laughed a little. “How do you know?”

She shifted deeper into the blankets, eyes beginning to droop from pure exhaustion. “You’re here.”

When they arrived in Camelot, Mordred refused to leave (Y/N)’s side. He was by her bed as she slept, ever the watchful guardian. Because of this, Merlin stuck around, too, as if he wasn’t planning to already.

Night was almost upon them when a quiet knock sounded on the door. Percival entered, wary of the three sets of eyes looking at him questioningly.

“Uh, Mordred,” he said to the boy by the bed. “Arthur wants to speak to you.”

Mordred looked back at (Y/N), almost considering saying no before he sighed and stood. He went to leave, nodding once at Gaius and Merlin. He walked out, but Percival didn’t follow, leaning against the doorway.

“How bad is it?” He asked quietly.

Gaius sighed. “I fear the scars around her wrists and ankles won’t ever go away. They might fade, but…”

“I’m glad Morgana’s dead,” Percival muttered.

It was almost a shocking thing to hear from the usually gentle giant’s mouth. Then again, they were all fond of (Y/N), especially the knights. She was one of their own, a girl who they had all trained with since she was a teenager. Percival had known her for the least amount of time, yet he was still extremely protective of her, so one could imagine how the others felt.

Seeing as (Y/N) was safe with Percival, Merlin and Gaius took their leave, intending to make sure the others were alright. When they left, Percival took Mordred’s former seat by the girl’s bed.

Perhaps half an hour into his stay, (Y/N) began to stir. He pulled his chair closer, speaking calmingly to her as she woke up.

“You’re alright,” he said. “You’re safe, (Y/N). You’re back in Camelot.”

“Camelot?” She sat up in bed suddenly, eyes wide. “But...what about Ismere? Morgana? Mor--” She was about to say something else, but went silent, eyebrows furrowed as she looked away.

Percival put a reassuring hand on her wrist. “Arthur and Merlin rescued us. You were unconscious.”

“Oh,” she said quietly.

To him, it sounded as if she was almost disappointed, though he couldn’t tell why. The knight had failed to mention Mordred, as he didn’t think she knew him personally. Thus, she was led to believe her rescue by the young man’s hand was only a figment of her imagination. It had really been Arthur who saved her and carried her out, she decided. Merlin wouldn’t have been able to do that.

“Are you alright?” Percival asked her, shaking her from her thoughts. “We could-- we could hear the screams from the mines. What did she do to you?”

“I--” (Y/N) swallowed, not able to meet his eye.

She didn’t want to tell him about the countless times Morgana’s blade drew her blood, nor the days she went without food or water. She couldn’t bare to recount the tear of her skin under the chains.

All her memories brought to light, she began to cry, sobbing into her hand.

Percival’s heart broke at the sight and he could not help leaning forward, embracing her in his strong arms. She practically melted at his touch, crying instead into his shoulder for comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. She’ll never hurt you again.”

“You can’t promise that,” came her whimper.

He lifted her gently from his shoulder, eyes searching her face. “Morgana is dead, (Y/N).”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped slowly and a small smile appeared. The tears in her eyes shined and a little laugh escaped her lips. “Dead? I--” Her smile disappeared.

“What is it?” Percival asked, worried that she was hurting.

“She was my friend, once,” she whispered. “It feels wrong to be happy.”

The man was silent for a moment and, being the softy he was, dragged her in for another hug. “That wasn’t Morgana. Not the one you knew. She’s been gone a long time.”

“I miss her,” she sighed. “How did she...how did it happen?”

“The boy that rescued you-- he stabbed her.”

(Y/N) processed his words and pulled away from him, bewildered. “There was a boy?” He nodded and she stormed him with questions before he could say anything else. “With dark hair, bright eyes, pale skin? Did he rescue me? Tell me, Percival! Was his name Mordred?”

“Yes-- yes, that was his name, I think,” he stuttered. “Why?”

“It wasn’t my imagination! Where is he?” She almost leapt from the bed in excitement, but refrained from doing so until she knew where Mordred was. “You have to take me to him! I have to see him!”

“What?” He instantly reeled. “No! You’ve just woken up! You haven’t had time to rest--”

“Oh, please!” She begged. “I have to see him, it’s been so long!”

Percival sighed and glanced toward the door, almost expecting Gaius or Merlin to be there glaring at him. When he saw no one, he looked back at (Y/N), who was using her puppy eyes on him.

“Fine,” he sighed. She cheered, but he interrupted her. “But no Spot until after you’ve rested. And if we get in trouble, you threatened me.”

“Of course!” She gushed, hugging him again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “But remember-- my cooperation? Our little secret.”

(Y/N) grinned and held out her pinky for him to link with her own, making both of them laugh a little. “Promise.”

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Part 7

Masterlist

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Let’s spread some positivity! ✨ list some of your favorite fanfiction writers and what you like about their style! Then tag 5 other writers to do the same! 💫

ahh i’m so sorry for only answering this now! i wanted to make sure i had the time and energy to do my fav writers justice!

@oilblotter : although she’s about to move on from this blue site soon, I can not express how much her writing has made me feel, smile and think! There’s just something about the way she writes that’s so so so unique and entertaining, like watching an actual movie or drama play out in front of you! Her characters are always so fleshed out even in 200 word drabbles and i’m stunned every time. Nana is really the queen of flexibility! I’ve never, ever, read more relatable situations, funny dialogues and heart-wrenching angst before and she’s just so gifted i can’t explain it?? If she’d go into screenwriting, her dramas/movies would be hits, every single one of them. She’s really my all time favourite writer. I enjoy her writing even more than my favorite books. Anyway Nana if you’re reading this, I truly hope you’ll find happiness and fulfilment in your future endeavours and I know you will because I can feel you’re just someone really good and special. Not only are you an incredible writer, but a very admirable and amazing person as well. Thank you for writing these amazing stories and sharing them with us! 💖

@kpopfanfictrash : Shanna is just… God, the world building and plot developments!! Her characters are so interesting and multi-facetted it gives such depth and color to her fics. I’m such a fan of how she just pulls you in and won’t let you go until the story is over and then you’ll be left with this empty feeling because it’s like you stop existing for a while. The way she conveys emotions!!! I’m really REALLY excited she’s writing a novel because i’m positive it’ll be a success and it’s just so??? cool??? Shanna hmu if you need a designer for your cover okay i’ll do it for free i’m just so!!! GIRL GET IT!!! i’m trash for all of her stories and I just can’t wait to see her blossom into the awesome full fledged amazing author i know she is!!! The publishing world needs a hero like her, i swear her writing is something else. It’s like she’s born to be an author. If you haven’t read her fics yet, you should do it now while it’s still up for free on here because i have an inkling it won’t be for much longer 👀

@underthejoon: whether it’s 500 words or 5k or whatever, every single word Fallon writes just grabs you by the throat. It’s so direct, no bullshit but just raw and undiluted good writing. Fallon doesn’t need flowery descriptions to set the mood (not saying that writers who do prefer that approach are any less good, i mean i’m one of them myself lol). When I read her fics, I don’t just read about the main character, i become her. It’s so surreal what her writing does to me. When i start reading, it has my undevided attention. There’s just something so captivating about her way of writing that always ALWAYS leaves me craving more!! Also your cliffhangers are just cruel girl, how can you play my heart like that!!

@seokeros : Her writing has always been stellar, but Tess just keeps finding a way to make it even better right when you thought it couldn’t get any more amazing! It’s the diligence and perseverance she keeps holding up to her own high standards that i admire and respect so so much, because she keeps growing and growing as an author even when she was already THAT good!!! That’s really fucking amazing. Aside from that, i want to express the awe i’m in every time i read something of hers, the scenery she can paint as if you’re standing there watching your surroundings come to life around you. The storylines that flow endlessly perfect. I seriously struggle to find ANY flaw in her writing. I can’t think of anything that could possibly be improved because when i read her work, i’m just under the illusion i’m reading a novel by an experienced author. The quality is just mind blowing. And i know she’s really making sure of that!

@dovechim and @jimlingss : I should definitely read a lot more by the two of you, be it co-written fics or separate but after reading ASF and SAS i was truly having an existential crisis because i seriously didn’t know what to do with my life after it was done. And that’s really a sign that the story was just perfect, amazing and super unique and creative!! It really left quite an impression and i can’t wait to suffer (in the best way possible) through more masterpieces written by your hands!!

@softjeon : because this girl and her cowriter @cassiavioletblue are fucking insane. The level of creativity and quality these two churn out in an impossible short amount of time is just… nuts. It’s something i really look up to as someone who struggles to even finish short oneshots. They just really let their creativity run wild, follow it wherever it takes them and i can imagine them writing until their fingers bleed because they can’t keep up with the onslaught of ideas and imagery in their heads when they need to write, write and write!! It’s just so pure and also pure FUN and i’m not saying i’m envious BUT i wanna say that’s something i personally strive for. You girls are something else!

obviously there are many more other incredible writers i read a lot from, which you can see on my ficrec blog @kittaerecs! every reblog on there is because i thoroughly enjoyed reading every single word of them so please do check them out as well!! 💕💕💕

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