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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 2 - Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Words Count: 2,414

Series: Chap 1 , Chap 2 , Chap 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7, Chp 8 , Chp 9 ,-

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Y/N led Bucky across the vast expanse of the empty land, gesturing to the possibilities it held for cultivating crops like potatoes, barley, and corn.

Bucky turned to Y/N, inquisitive about quick profits, "Which crops would bring in fast returns?"

Y/N replied with a smirk, "Barley. You could make beer."

A grin spread across Bucky's face, "Now that's more my style."

Y/N's smirk deepened, "It's not as easy as you think."

Little did Bucky know, he was about to learn the hard way. The first challenge came from a seemingly simple piece of machinery—the farm tractor. Y/N led him to the garage, revealing the aged tractor that awaited Bucky's command.

Inspecting the tractor skeptically, Bucky remarked, "Is it still working?"

Y/N chuckled, "Don't underestimate this machine. I bet it's stronger than your sports car."

Feeling a pang of offense, Bucky couldn't let his beloved Ferrari be belittled. "Hey, now, don't diss my Ferrari. It's a beast on the road."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Roads and fields are a whole different story, city boy. Time to see if you can handle the horsepower of a different kind."

With that, she gestured toward the tractor, silently challenging Bucky to prove himself in the unfamiliar realm of farming machinery.

Unfazed by Bucky's awestruck expression, Y/N rolled her eyes and led him toward the storage building. As the creaking wooden door swung open, Bucky marveled at the sheer size of the space.

Pointing towards a massive bag of seeds, Y/N explained, "Your father has provided you with various types of seeds – barley, potatoes, corn, tomatoes."

Bucky's eyes widened, his initial enthusiasm dampening as he took in the overwhelming array of possibilities. The enormity of the task ahead made him question the wisdom of his impulsive bet with his father.

Interning with a photocopier seemed like a more appealing option at that moment. "How am I supposed to plant all of this?"

Without missing a beat, Y/N tossed the tractor key in Bucky's direction, and he caught it reflexively.

"That's why you need to learn how to drive the tractor so you can plant the seeds," Y/N explained matter-of-factly.

Grumbling under his breath, Bucky muttered, "I'm a race car driver. This should be a piece of cake."

Y/N smirked, her eyes challenging, "Show me what you got."

His usual confidence wavered as Bucky settled into the tractor's driver's seat. The buttons and controls before him were a far cry from his sports car's sleek, modern interface, and his mind went momentarily blank.

He turned to Y/N, whose expression seemed to say, 'I told you so.' Y/N casually climbed into the tractor and closed the door, leaving Bucky trapped.

"What... what are you doing?" Bucky stammered, caught off guard by her sudden actions.

Y/N, seemingly unfazed, responded, "I'm going to teach you."

As Y/N took her place beside him, she explained the functions of the various levers and buttons. "This lever controls the speed, and these buttons engage different gears. It's not as fast as your sports car, but it gets the job done."

Bucky furrowed his brow, trying to absorb the information. "Wait, how do I steer this thing?"

Y/N couldn't help but be amused by Bucky's struggle. "Grip the wheel. It's not a race car, but it will go where you point it. Just don't expect it to handle like a Ferrari."

Bucky, feeling a bit challenged, took hold of the steering wheel. Y/N guided him through starting the tractor, adjusting the speed, and even how to handle turns. As the tractor chugged along the field, Bucky's initial frustration gave way to a sense of accomplishment.

Y/N, with a playful glint in her eye, remarked, "See, not so hard, is it? Now, let's tackle the next challenge: planting those seeds. Just follow my lead, and you might survive this farm life after all."

As the tractor rumbled across the empty plot of land, Bucky's initial confidence in driving the machine began to wane. Y/N, seated beside him, looked over and noted, "Now comes the real work, Bucky. We need to prepare the land before planting. First up, we're plowing the field."

Bucky, still grasping the basics of tractor operation, nodded hesitantly. "Plowing, got it."

But as the tractor started breaking up the soil, turning it over in preparation for planting, Bucky's initial sense of ease gave way to a growing realization.

Y/N continued her instructions, "After plowing, we'll need to disc over the field to break down any remaining clumps. Then comes harrowing to create a fine seedbed. It's all about setting the stage for a successful crop."

Bucky, now fully immersed in farming, couldn't help but feel the weight of the responsibilities. The tasks seemed to multiply in complexity as Y/N guided him through each step. "Checking soil moisture, adding amendments," Y/N listed the next steps.

Stress crept into Bucky's expression. The carefree city boy was now confronted with the intricacies of farming, and the reality of the challenge ahead began to dawn on him. The initial thrill of learning to drive the tractor now seemed like the calm before the storm of agricultural tasks.

As Bucky navigated the tractor through the various steps, the once-clear field transformed into a canvas of potential but also of hard work and uncertainty. Farming, it turned out, was not as straightforward as Bucky had initially assumed.

The complexities of each step weighed on him, and the realization that success required more than just driving a machine left Bucky feeling a bit overwhelmed in the vast expanse of the field.

Y/N, with a critical eye, examined the two rows Bucky had managed to plow. "Good start. Now, the most crucial part is marking the rows. Proper spacing is vital for each crop to have enough room to grow."

Bucky, feeling a renewed sense of determination, listened attentively. "Spacing, got it. I can do this."

With a pat on Bucky's shoulder, Y/N remarked, "I'll leave the rest to you. I'm heading to the storage to set up the planter. Just follow the markers and maintain that consistent spacing. You've got this."

Bucky nodded, a mix of confidence and a hint of nervous energy. He watched as Y/N walked away toward the storage building, disappearing from view. The vastness of the field lay before him, and the responsibility of marking rows and maintaining proper spacing now rested squarely on his shoulders.

As Bucky confidently guided the tractor with a touch of creativity, he failed to anticipate the storm brewing in Y/N's eyes. When she caught sight of the unconventional row, frustration and disbelief etched across her face, transforming the once tranquil farming lesson into a battlefield of precision.

Bucky, riding high on a renewed sense of confidence, guided the tractor with newfound ease. The once-daunting task of marking rows now felt like second nature. As he envisioned the thriving crops that would soon fill the marked rows, a touch of creativity struck him. With a confident smile, he decided to deviate from the straight path and add a unique twist to the rows.

However, when Y/N caught sight of the unconventional row, any expectations of praise were shattered. With a furrowed brow and an exasperated sigh, she approached Bucky.

"Are you an idiot?" she exclaimed, her voice mixed with frustration and disbelief.

Bucky, taken aback by the unexpected outburst, stammered, "I thought it added a bit of flair, you know? A touch of artistic expression."

Y/N, unamused, shot back, "This isn't an art project, Bucky. We need straight, evenly spaced rows for the crops to grow properly. Precision is key in farming, not whimsical curves."

The contrast between Bucky's expectation of admiration and the reality of Y/N's frustration added a comedic twist to the scene.

Bucky once again reminded of the challenges of farm life, begrudgingly adjusted the tractor's course to adhere to Y/N's insistence on precision in agricultural practices.

Y/N, initially poised for a straightforward mentoring session, found herself grappling with unexpected stress. The deviation from the meticulous plan heightened her frustration, but she pushed through, determined to teach Bucky the intricacies of farming.

In the heat of the moment, Y/N's instructions became more pointed, her tone reflecting her unexpected challenges. She corrected Bucky with a mix of exasperation and dedication, her initial ease replaced by the demanding reality of mentoring a city boy in the intricacies of agriculture.

For Bucky, who had never been lectured in such a manner throughout his privileged life, each correction felt like a blow to his ego. The vast gap between his accustomed world of opulence and the demanding simplicity of the farm became painfully apparent.

After tirelessly plowing the empty plot under Y/N's scrutinizing gaze, Bucky retreated to the solace of his Ferrari. The familiar sight of the sleek, modern interior provided a momentary respite from the challenges of the farm. However, as he looked around at the sophisticated simplicity of the car, a single tear escaped his eye.

In a moment of vulnerability, Bucky muttered, "It's not as easy as I thought." The weight of the unfamiliar reality sank in, and the contrast between the comfort of his luxury car and the toil of the farm highlighted the stark challenges he faced in adapting to this new, humble way of life.

As Bucky wiped away the unexpected tear on his first day, he couldn't shake the surreal feeling accompanying the shift from the farm to his new home. As he stepped inside, the scene awaiting him was anything but ordinary. A group of middle-aged women buzzed around his house, each engrossed in various tasks—cleaning, arranging, and transforming the space into a semblance of order.

Bucky, clearly taken aback, couldn't contain his shock. "Who are you people?" he exclaimed, his eyes darting between the industrious women.

The group paused their activities, turning to face Bucky with warm smiles. In their midst stood Y/N's mother, a matronly figure radiating hospitality. Their collective greeting washed over Bucky, and he found himself amid an impromptu welcome party.

This practice, a tradition among the locals, was their way of extending a warm welcome to the new neighbor. Unaccustomed to such communal gestures, Bucky appreciated their kindness, although hunger and fatigue urged him to seek some solitude.

Summoning a sweet smile, Bucky politely asked the woman to leave, expressing his need for rest. Understanding his request, the guests bid farewell, leaving Bucky alone in his newfound abode.

Just as he thought he could finally catch his breath, Y/N's voice cut through the silence with an unexpected remark. "They're here to butter you up," she deadpanned, her unfiltered words catching Bucky off guard.

His gasp was met with Y/N's nonchalant dismissal. "That mouth of yours," Bucky retorted, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement at her audacity.

Ignoring his comment, Y/N dropped a bag of groceries at his feet. "Your family sent this," she informed him, the gesture a mix of duty and detached concern.

Bucky, leaning down to inspect the contents, discovered essential supplies that betrayed a hint of paternal consideration. The realization that his father hadn't wholly forsaken him stirred conflicting emotions within Bucky. Gratitude mingled with the sting of newfound humility.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Bucky questioned Y/N about her earlier statement. "What did you mean with 'butter you up'?" he inquired, trying to decipher the cryptic remark.

Y/N responded with a disinterested glance, "Don't you know? Your family owns almost all the land around here."

Slowly shaking his head in disbelief, Bucky muttered, "Wow, really?" The weight of his family's extensive holdings began to sink in, and Y/N's nonchalant tone left him dumbfounded.

"Can't believe one day you'll be the head of the company," Y/N remarked casually, her tone a mixture of disbelief and detached observation.

Without waiting for Bucky's response, she turned on her heels and left his residence, leaving him grappling with her animosity's mysteries.

Left alone, Bucky found himself at a loss for words. "Why does she keep being angry with me?" he mused aloud, frustration building. He slammed the door shut in sheer exasperation, the resounding thud echoing his bewilderment.

As Y/N entered her home, exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Her mother, Samantha, observed her daughter's weary expression and couldn't help but smile. Y/N wasted no time in expressing her discontent, questioning the rationale behind the warm welcome extended to the new neighbor.

"Why did you and others welcome him?" Y/N's bitterness toward large companies like Barnes lingered, casting a shadow over her perspective.

Samantha, with a knowing glint in her eyes, let out a light giggle. "Oh, you, you have to welcome the new neighbor, besides, he's cute."

Y/N responded with an eye roll, unamused by her mother's seemingly lighthearted take on the situation.

Samantha sighed, aware of the pain Y/N still carried from letting go of the land they once owned. She took a moment to address her daughter's lingering resentment. "I know you don't like him because of what happened. But without them buying the land, all the farmers here would have ended up losing their source of living."

Y/N raised her head to meet her mother's gaze. Samantha continued, sharing a piece of history that shaped their community. "Back then, when your grandparents were still alive, there was a lean period where nothing could grow. Everyone was losing their source of income. Until the Barnes family stepped in because one of their own had grown up here."

"The Barnes allowed the farmers to live and work; they just needed to pay rent."

Y/N interjected, a hint of bitterness in her voice, "And the rent keeps getting higher."

Samantha shrugged her shoulders, acknowledging the harsh reality. "Well, that's how it is, but none of the farmers have complained, though."

She tenderly stroked her daughter's head, offering a comforting perspective. "Be kind to him. Just see him as a little kid learning how to walk."

Y/N nodded, absorbing her mother's words. She decided to take her mother's advice to heart, even if the road ahead seemed fraught with challenges.

Meanwhile, at Bucky's location, an unexpected sneeze escaped him. "Did someone talk about me?"

Unaware that he had just been likened to a learning child, Bucky continued navigating the unfamiliar farm life territory, oblivious to the nuanced dynamics at play.

Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7

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Red, White and Royal Blue fic rec part 2 (part 1)

*Note: I have a lot of unfinished fics in my subscriptions but since there are over 120+ fics there from other fandoms too I won’t be able to add those, when they are finished I’ll do another post in the future!

*Also couldn't find some of these writers here on tumblr, if you know tell me and I’ll add their @ beside it!

MULTI-CHAPTER

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By @sprigsofviolets AU where Ellen lost the election in 2016 and Henry and Alex reconnect in 2019. Super cute and interesting story, with a lot of fluff and angst, amazingly written!

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Comfort Crowd

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To all the boys I've loved before AU, I don't like the film but since I'm such a sucker for these two of course I read it and got obsessed with it afajsgshsvsg

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By @cultofsappho The Last of Us AU where Henry is immune and Alex helps him get to the fireflies in hopes to create a vaccine. If you've watched the tv show or played the game, you know how this goes lol could not recommend it enough, so much angsty but has fluffy moments too! And the writing is impeccable

i'd lie

6 chapters, 18.058 words

AU where Alex and June move to England with thier mum and have the Fox family as their neighbours, we see the super six throughout the years and how Henry lies might not work anymore... If you want angst, this is the fic for you

ONE SHOT

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By @coffeecatsme Uni and autistic Henry AU, we see Alex and Henry fall in love. Fluffy but also a bit of angst, you just want to protect Henry and tell him everything is going to be okay

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CALL ME BY FIRE (SEASON 3): Participation of Jeff Satur

Now this has been the most uncanny crossover I never saw coming. A show I've been watching for years, and my introduction to thai BL which initially put Jeff's name on my radar. Here's some context for any fans who have heard of his participation and want to know more.

Call Me by Fire is a mainland Chinese TV competition show. They invite 33 established male celebrities with the goal to form an ultimate "boy band" by the show's conclusion. What tends to be the incredible pulling factor is they'll invite a combination of singers, musicians, actors, dancers, idols, presenters - incredibly well known faces in the industry - many of them hugely respected OGs in their field. (The demographic is usually late 20s+) so there's an intentional sense of maturity, experience and wisdom amongst the ensemble. The emphasis isn't really on forming this 'fictional' boy band, it acts as a mechanism for us to get more up close and personal with these artists. Allowing viewers to appreciate their creative genius, as well as who they are as people.

This show came as a spin off of another series 'Sisters Who Make Waves' which has the exact same premise but for female celebrities. Because it became such an instant hit, they made a male version shortly after.

As a Chinese speaker, I've been watching both shows since they started in 2020. Both are in their third season (with Call Me by Fire broadcasting right now). This year they've decided to include more participants (of mainly Chinese/Asian descent) from America, Korea, Japan, Vietnam and Thailand - along with the majority from China, Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Why I find this show both incredibly entertaining and compelling is because you get to watch spectacular collaborations between some of the most talented artists of this generation, and witness them embark on a journey of brotherhood through a shared love for performance (they live, work and perform together for the duration of the show). For me, theres also a massive nostalgia factor, because a large portion of these artists will be people I grew up watching.

There will be a lot of new attention on this show due to the Jeff's involvement (whose dubbed ‘Luo Jie Fu’ in Chinese). We’re only on Episode 2, and he's already making a huge impression, earning one of two MVPs spots after their first live performance - his group ranking 2nd out of 8, and his personal ranking being 7th overall (based on the live audience popularity vote).

The show is uploaded onto Youtube in full (post-broadcast on a Saturday). Just to warn you, the episodes are usually very, very long (sometimes between 2-3 hours in total), but I personally really enjoy that. There are English subtitles but the translations don’t always capture the nuances.

Jeff is doing a superb job so far and he's very brave for taking this on. He brings something distinctly unique in his showmanship and personal sense of style. It's a daunting prospect for someone who can't speak or understand Chinese, but the other brothers are doing their best to help him feel as welcome and settled in as possible.

If anyone has any questions about the show or clips featuring Jeff they'd like to know more about, I'm more than happy to translate.

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⎯ one in nine realms [mini series] “chapter 8”

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▸summary: y/n seeks answers of her questions and odin does not help at all but a thing he did for another purpose help something else to occur between y/n and heimdall.

▸wc: 4.3k [wow, maybe the longest one so far – probably. ^^ enjoy and please don’t be mad at me the scene I ended in this chapter! some more will come in the next one, promise.]

▸warnings & tags: odin’s scenes, atreus being a cutie, q&a, fluff, jeolusy, anger, intractability, intimate moments, kissing [^^]

"Come y/n."

Odin's high pitched voice came from behind the doors, allowing you to enter to his personal room. Knowing who knocked the door, he was showing off his glory. Ravens he had were his wings, giving him enough power to fly into everywhere and seeing every move of people without even moving a muscle of his old but powerful body. He was powerful, you knew that. He had strong allies as well and even he hadn't any of them, he had his sons who could kill thousands for the name of their father without questioning anything. 

But no, this has to change. All things have to change. 

Odin wasn't a God who would change but others - even Heimdall, showed a gesture that they can change - that they need to change but not about their personality, no. They just need to change their look of views about Odin, their father. They need to see truth. 

One thing you didn't understand how Heimdall couldn't see his father real intentions. You thought that he was too charmed by his father's glory that he wasn't reading his intentions and mind not to break Odin's glory. He clearly didn't want to make Odin disappointed. 

That was the reason why you wanted to visit Odin. You didn't like him at all. He was awakening the painful memories from grave. He meant bad news. However, you needed to talk with him about your and Atreus' journey. Maybe about his cocky son too. He was - he was making you happy and excited even if you would deny entirely if anyone ask you about this. You had fun while having him on your side because he was touching your nerves gently, making your heart feel fresh emotions that you never felt before. He was taking a big part in your life and the inability to do something about it was making you go crazy. To get a clear mind, you came to here, to Odin. 

Entering the room, you saw Odin working on some papers while standing behind his large desk that has other papers on them. The man literally was seeking for knowledge - wisdom. However, he was doing that for only himself, not for others. 

"I didn't expect you to come to me with a gentle manner." Odin said, looking at your with a father like behavior which was fake. "Come. I know you have questions." 

"I do," you said while closing the gap you two had, approaching to his desk from the other side, "All-Father who have great knowledge can answer them, right?" 

Smiling to your sarcastic comment, he nodded, "Ask them already. I will answer each one honestly to show my pure intentions." What a lie. Even though you knew he was lying about his honesty, you wanted some answers and you would take them eventually. 

"What do you want with Atreus? He is not your toy to play with. You have to know that." 

Your voice was full of poison and hostile attitudes which could be heard by Odin as well who looked at you gently like he didn't irritated by your comments and the way you talk with him. 

"I have no bad intentions about the boy and yes, indeed, he is not a toy. He is a child who seeks for answers like I do. He came to me, I didn't push him to." 

Rolling your eyes, you put your hands on the desk while Odin picked up a book, "I know how you can manipulate people, Odin. I am not the girl I used to be." 

"I can see that," He said, looking at your directly. He looked so - gentle but no, he wasn't. He was acting. "Even back then, you were hard-headed. You always got me wrong." 

He was playing the card of 'past'. 

"No. You are the one who got me wrong. I was only your weapon. No soul, no someone. Just a weapon." 

There were no tears on your face, no, you wasn't going to show any weakness in front of him. You wasn't that girl anymore who was found by Odin, feeling peace on his arms but then became a weapon for him to use. 

Attempting to touch your shoulder which you reacted suddenly, moving away from him as a defense. His hand on the air lowered as he said, sounding sad, "I never saw you as a weapon. You were a broken soul and I only wanted good for you. But I will not try to change your opinion. I will show it by giving a hand to the boy. Give me a chance to prove it." 

Looking at his posture from head to toe, you said finally, feeling anger and sad feelings at the same time because of remembering past. "Atreus will decide his own fate. What he decides to do, I will follow but remember, I will not let anyone - anyone including you to hurt him. If I see any bad intention come from you or others in this realm, I will burn Asgard to the ground. Take my words as a promise." Looking at the tattoo of ashes on your wrists, you said, "You know how well I hold my promises." 

Without saying anything, he just nodded. He was quite gentle with you, surprisingly. You threatened him right now but he just nodded, like you said a simple and normal thing. Knowing his egoistic side that held a great glory, you were surprised by his calmness. Either he was acting too good or he wasn't acting at all. The dilemma was hard to progress, so, you choose to ask another question. 

"Why Heimdall don't know about me?" 

He looked at you, seeming surprised, "Heimdall?" he though to himself while closing the book he had that remained unreadable at the moment. "Oh, yes, yes. He was far away from here when you were in Asgard. He was doing a mission to protect the realm." 

"Or your dirty jobs without having a clear mind about what he was doing at all." 

Shaking his head negatively, he said, "Heimdall doing everything I say with pleasure. Don't judge my parenting because of Thor's dumb actions. Heimdall can be a little possessive but he has loyalty." 

Looking at the room, you picked some papers to see some drawings on them to clear your mind to keep going with the conversation you two had like you were two old friends who didn't see each other for a long time. Difference was that you were not friends or allies. You were enemies of each other which was a fact that you two knew but kept unspoken. 

"You are acting like Thor is not your son at all. But he is. He and Heimdall are both your sons who has souls. They are not weapons." 

Putting his hands on his chest, he rolled his eyes, "Well, you see, I don't see them as weapons like you claim. I see them the way they are. You are just naive, not having enough eye to see the truth." 

"What truth?" You asked curiously. You needed to know. 

"You will see." He said, looking at your sword that stands on your back. To change the subject, he said, "It's good to see you with your sword. It reminds me old days." 

This man wouldn't give you any knowledge about anything. Therefore, you just shrugged, playing the game he started. "Not to me. But how - how did you know where my sword was. It was in the heart of the realm and I know you don't want to go there at all. Also, only a giant can see inside it. As I know, you hate giants and they hate you." 

Smiling to you, he began to walk towards the door, gesturing you to follow him. This conversation was going to take a certain time. 

" Just now, you talked about my sons and how I didn't know them well but you seem to unfamiliar to - " 

Not letting him finish his sentence, you stood for a second as you left the room. Your eyes were opened a little, not believing him. "Thor wouldn't do it. No, he shouldn't have." Keeping silence, you looked at the sky the moment you two went out. "Why?" You were sad. 

Odin looked at you, showing a fake empathy. 

"Because it's their nature. A God's nature can not be changed. I see how you wish them to be but no. They will always remain same." 

Thor was half-giant and half-Aesir. With his blood and identity, he could look inside the tree even if it would burn him to death. He probably went for other things in the tree but he found your sword. He told everything inside the tree, even secrets of your family, the giants and entire realm. Odin knew much more than you expected. He wasn't right. No. Thor's mind was gone, for sure. He wasn't able to see real Odin. So, you couldn't be mad at him. Not for this. 

"Believe what you want to believe but don't try to play with my mind. I am not someone who you can manipulate Odin. Not anymore." 

It was a sunny day in Asgard. Valkyries were practicing on a higher platform. On another one, Aesir people were fighting with each other to show which one deserve the power of Bifrost from Odin. Other people were traveling around the area while doing their own business. Some voices of laughs and fights were coming from behind, where the bar of the realm was. It was looking like a good place to be. People were happy, the weather was good and fresh. They had luxury that all other realms hadn't. Even behind these walls, there was no peace and safety. 

You used to come here for a few times in your time with Odin and you never liked how other parts of the realms were in danger while in here, it was all about their kind; Aesir. Other than these particular times, you didn't even say the realm's name. You just stayed unrecognizable in here from beginning to end. If it wasn't Atreus, you would not come again, not to remember those times that spent in agony and blind. 

"You should stay." Odin said, "Asgard's gates are open to you, you know that." 

With times, hearing his voice playing with your nerves. How he needed weapons again and again. even if he would definitely deny. 

"Why should I stay in a realm that only brings pain?" 

"Pain?" Odin questioned, looking disappointed. "The last time I saw you were having fun in here." He showed something from behind, where Valkyries were having some conversations with each other, looking magical from head to toe.  "Remember the times you wanted to be a Valkyrie? You can now." 

While he was showing you them, your attention went from the conversation and place you were in to him. Heimdall. 

The lord of the Asgard as others claimed as. He was there, speaking with the Valkyrie you saw in the first time you came here, to Asgard. Valkyrie was the same, you knew it. She even told Heimdall to come that night. That moment, it didn't mean anything to you because you didn't know either of them. But now - now, it was different feeling you felt on your chest. It was burning your skin, giving you a little hard time to breathe for a moment because you came to your sense, or you tried at least. 

You didn't know whether it was the fact that he was looking so happy while having intimate moment with the Valkyrie as you saw but probably invisible to others or you had gone back to your past that made you emotional to make you act like this - feeling anger, sadness and jealously all at once. 

Valkyrie was standing beside Heimdall who was watching others' training. He looked good. The times you spent, you began to know him better and further. And with that knowledge, you could tell that he was having fun. He even smiled some times, making you wonder if he was smiling like that when he spent time with you. 

No! You shouted to yourself. You two didn't mean anything. You were an outsider and he was just a passenger on your life who will be gone soon, the moment you and Atreus leave this place. 

"Well?" Odin asked. He was standing so silent beside you, even others couldn't understand his presence still. 

Shrugging, already forgot his question, you turned to other side, not wanting to see Heimdall any longer with her. 

He had to pay attention to her and them because Odin's presence who he respected most was still invisible to him. 

"Just remember my promise. That's all. Then we will go back to home as soon as Atreus' job in here is finished." 

"What if he wants to stay? Hmm?" Odin asked, following you as you made your way to an Aesir who was selling fresh foods. "You should let the boy to decide his fate." 

"And you are the one suggest this. To avoid the prophecy, you can send your sons to death." 

You were right and you didn't step back from telling the truths right into his face who turned to a curious one intentionally. 

"Why do you care about my sons that much? Last time I saw you were fighting to death with Thor and with Heimdall -" He stopped talking, looking at your body from head to toe carefully like he was studying your posture, he added, "I see which one is your favorite now." 

Furrowing, you looked confused. What he was talking about? How he could know your relationship with Heimdall with just a simple gesture came from you, probably just a pick colors on your cheeks and how your heart beat changed its speed for a bit. 

Oh, right, you thought to yourself. That clues were enough for Odin to understand your little liking on Heimdall and you knew how your eyes darted to look at other places rather than to seeing Odin's eyes like a girl who was trying to hide the secret that she stole a candy from kitchen that she wasn't allow to eat. 

Odin was All-Father and he definitely could understand everyone's body language to get more knowledge about them while Heimdall wasn't around. 

You wouldn't lie, so, you just said, "It's a surprise how we two met on the same point after all."

Looking proud of himself, he smiled and with looking his left side, he opened his arms a little bit. 

"Oh, look who came. Atreus, I hope your time in Asgard is going well." 

Atreus who was has a confused look on his face nodded, smiling a little, "It's going well. We found another piece! Look," He showed the mask that was half done to Odin and not to make Atreus sad, you allow them to have a moment there. Also, your attention was gone for a moment from them to Heimdall who was approaching to his father after your eyes met. You took your eyes back from him right after seeing his purple eyes that directed right into your face. You were still feeling odd about his moment with Valkyrie, so, it was the best thing to not look at him to avoid arising anger on your chest. 

"All-Father," He said, giving you a time to hear of his deep but cocky voice you missed. He stopped for a second, looking at your from corner of his eyes, then he continued. "The mission you send us is done very well." 

Odin nodded, not looking at him directly, he said, "Gladly. Now, it's time to have a dinner together. What do you think Atreus? Would you like to have a dinner with us all?" 

You were about to make a comment about how Atreus shouldn't go with him when Atreus said suddenly. "I promised Y/n to travel the Asgard together." He looked at you. Oh how you loved this cute boy, feeling like his big sister. He both remembered his promise and declined Odin's offer. It was a good thing that Atreus still put you in the first place. It made your heart melt, making you smile at him, giving a proud look which he understood and smiled back. 

Odin and Heimdall kept their silence as you made your way to behind Atreus, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Another time?" 

Odin nodded, feeling annoyed because of missing the shot he took to manipulate Atreus more. 

"Another time." As you made your way to leave, Odin said, "But -" Pointing to Heimdall who was watching you in silence, he added, "Heimdall should come with you. We wouldn't want you to meet with any danger in here, would we? Heimdall?" 

"Yes All-Father." He said, bowing a little, ready to take an order.  

"Give our special guests a trip and make sure to show beauty of our realm." 

"Of course, All-Father." He said, watching Odin's leave. Then, he turned to you, smirking. You and Atreus had the same face expression; annoyed. Lonely time you would spend turned to into something pain in the ass because of Heimdall's sudden participation. 

"Well," You said to change the air from irritating to calming. "Let's go then." 

And with that, the trip has begun. 

   "This can be the 20th times you asked a dumb question." 

Heimdall rolled his eyes but you and Atreus smirked to yourself secretly while the lord of the Asgard pointed to a statue. 

"It's clearly a statue of All-Father as you can see. Just use your brain a little." 

Smirking, you said to Atreus, "Well done." in a low voice. You two were having fun while asking Heimdall questions he would be mad about. Atreus and you had this plan from the beginning without speaking about it. You two had so much fun while asking dumb questions like this. 

Heimdall who probably read your intentions clearer now looked at you in disbelief. "Enough with this." He said, going back to where you come, "It's time to go back. I have more important things to -" 

"Yes, yes, you have more important things to do. We get it." You turned to Atreus who was looking Odin's statue and the text it had under it, on a stone. "Would you like to continue?" You asked. 

Atreus nodded, "I want to sleep. I should be ready for tomorrow." 

Playing with his hair, you agreed, "Let's head back and sleep a little." 

Nodding to you, Atreus and you took a few steps but Heimdall's voice stopped you. 

"Firstly, you need to see All-Father." He pointed his forefinger to Atreus, "He has something to talk with you." Ravens of Odin came to Atreus side as you furrowed. 

"I will go with him." 

"No, no, sunshine." Heimdall said, standing right in front of you while Atreus' confused face began to covered by ravens around him. "We need something to talk too." 

Giving Atreus a trusting look to make him feel safe and calm, you smiled. He smiled back, feeling well. Then, he left with ravens, leaving you and Heimdall on the garden which had so many flowers, trees and statues that look magical together. You would say it could be a perfect spot to marry with someone if you were living in this realm but no. Neither you lived in here nor you would marry with someone while Odin's piercing eyes that made of iron were on you. 

"So, what do you want to talk?" You asked to Heimdall, walking on the paths of garden that filled with colorful flowers on the left and right side of them. The fact that he needed to be alone to talk about something was making you both nervous and excited which you didn't want to show but probably was seen by Heimdall already thanks to his mind reading ability that you forget most of the times. 

As Heimdall kept his silence, you turned to him from the tree that had shiny green and pink leaves and a huge brown stem, looking beautiful. 

Then, your eyes met with the most beautiful things on this realm, Heimdall's eyes. 

The moment you thought this, Heimdall's face had an unreadable expression. Maybe for the first time, you couldn't tell what he was thinking or if he was thinking at all. 

"What?" You asked to break the silence. But it didn't help. Heimdall stayed silent for a certain time before acting; taking few steps to you, closing the gap between your bodies. 

"You asked to All-Father about me." 

Not knowing how he knew that, you nodded, "I did." 

"Why?" He asked, "Why do you keep poke your nose into my life?" 

Rolling your eyes to avoid pink colors on your cheek, you said, "I asked for Thor too. Nothing special." 

"Oh, it's sounded very special to me." 

Furrowing, you put your hands on your waist, "Did you eavesdrop on us?" 

He shook his head in a negative way, "You were talking loud." 

Turning to other side, beginning to walk into the garden further, you heard Heimdall's steps, following you. You didn't know why but you felt happy but then, a memory came to your mind. 

"I thought you were spending your time with her." The Valkyrie. 

Smirking which you saw from corner of your eyes, he said, "Would you like me to spend time with you instead? Not one of my allies but you -" 

"The enemy?" You asked, feeling anger rising on you. 

He stopped in his trials like you did, surprised by your tone and attitude that came suddenly. 

"I was going to say an outsider." He wasn’t lying but it wasn’t better than ‘enemy’. Outsider meant that he didn’t let you into his life and you couldn’t understand why you wanted him to do in the first place. He was an outside for you too. You had to let him into your life to want him do the same thing for you. Did you let him? – you asked to yourself, a curious side who was sneaking deep inside of your brain to make you realize Heimdall’s presence and role in your life now. 

“She seemed more than an ally.” Again, your mouth acted before your mind, making you want to hide your face into the flowers. 

Heimdall looked so fragile in that moment, not using his cocky attitudes and expressions but showing a straight and a real one. Emotions he was feeling were moving in his purple eyes, sync with their own movements. If someone said how you could make means of purple eyes that had sparkles on them in the past, you would laugh at their comment, saying how it is impossible to understand someone who has that kind of eyes. However, looking directly at these eyes who you loved to see, not denying anymore – you already gave him so much from your own thought without your own control, you were seeing emotions not only a beautiful color. 

“All-Father said you had a favorite son of his.” He asked, taking a few steps more and staying right in front of you, leaving just a few inches between your faces which made you look up a little because of his taller body. Your head was in the same level with his nose. 

Nodding to him, you told the truth, “He did.” Looking at his beautiful lips for a mile-second, you turned to look at his eyes again. 

“Your favorite son of All-Father is –“ he stopped for a moment before continuing, like even he wasn’t believing what he was gonna say to you, “me?” 

He sounded so broken. He was fragile and broken that moment. Even he didn’t believe how you liked him more than other – more than whole Asgard and maybe, more than everyone else. You couldn’t believe in the first place either; how he made you feel happy in the moments you spent. Yes, he was making you sad and angry too but feeling emotions of happiness, peace and satisfaction within passion was higher than them. Stronger than them. You weren’t allies. You weren’t friends even. You were just two strangers whose life crashed together with a strong force that pull you two into each other without your own control. 

Even if you and Heimdall tried to deny, it was clear as sun. You two had something special – something you two had, only you two. 

“Yes.” You said, confident as ever. Not wanting to hide anything – not having chance to hide anyway, you answered. You couldn’t tell yourself a lie about Heimdall’s strong and important role in your heart anymore. You shouldn’t. So, you choose to tell only the truth which he hadn’t see in his own life, not from his allies, not from his own father. Heimdall needed to see truth, maybe for the first time in his entire life but he needed that even if the risks and consciousness could be a disaster. “You’re my favorite. I like you.” You smiled sadly but feeling free thanks to telling the thing you wanted to tell, firstly to yourself, aloud. “I like spending time with you even if you are a cocky person, an annoying one – playful – pain in the ass –“ 

Not be able to finish your sentence, to call him by the nicknames you wanted to call him as, you felt warmness on your arms, holding you strongly. Heimdall’s hands, touching you suddenly. But before you made an understanding out of it, you felt another warmness, right on your face, his hot breaths and finally, the last warmness you met came with his lips, crashing into yours. 

Heimdall, the person you let into your life without your noticing, began to kiss you roughly, not a hurting one but excited. And you did nothing but kissing him back. 

Putting your hands on his shoulder while his hands went from your arms to waist, pulling your body to his, making them clash to each other with a strong pull thanks to his strength, you two kept kissing, not using your minds but hearts and soul, a purple flower that was resting on your heart bloomed, strewing its light and leaves and you felt the happiest person on entire realms.  

TO BE CONTINUED.

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[kitsunekat9]

PJO Show Casting

Okay so before I start THIS IS NOT A COMPLAINT ABOUT ANNABETH. Any of you racists who wanna complain about her being black, leave. That ain’t what this post is about.

Spoiler warning for Episode 8 of PJO

The actor for Zeus is black. And that’s a horrible decision made by the casting director. Looking at the power dynamic and hierarchy, Zeus is the god with the most power, whom everyone must bow down to. In the show’s own words, he’s “the one everyone fears and MUST obey” or something along those lines. Zeus is basically the epitome of white patriarchy. So in casting a black man to play his role, the PJO show loses that subtext of oppressed children fighting against a patriarchal system that abuses them. And yeah, maybe in the books Zeus isn’t ever really held accountable, but it was heading that way in Trials of Apollo. If you wanna argue that the show shouldn’t bring politics or whatever into a kids’ show, I’d argue they’d already did that by making the change with Medusa, and portraying her in a sympathetic light. We got to see Medusa as a victim of the gods, and the whole narrative of the entire show is that the gods are not the omnipotent, infallible beings they claim to be. It makes more sense for Zeus to be white because white men hold the most power in society. Making Zeus black in the show just falls straight into the Angry Black Man stereotype, and it also looks worse considering Hades and Poseidon are both clearly white. The show has made Zeus a power hungry, greedy, egotistical aggressor (which his character is, I’m definitely not arguing against that), but casting a black actor to play his role cheapens the allegory and subtly worsens people’s perceptions of black men. Yeah, you could argue it’s not that deep. However, it just doesn’t sit right with me that the show is (rightfully) making Zeus somewhat of an antagonist while also making him black.

It’s cool that Hades is kinda gay-coded and very clearly not evil, as the books intended. Hades is fair and it’s a correct portrayal, but making him the innocent (sorta gay) white man against Mean Dickhead Zeus is not a good choice.

Furthermore, I’m conflicted on their choice of actor for Percy. Don’t get me wrong, Walker Scobell is incredibly talented and he was able to pull off a lot of good emotional scenes. I’m just… torn about the decision to make him blond instead of dark-haired because we lose the ability to imagine Percy as a marginalized kid fighting against oppression and standing up for what he believes is right. In the books, it’s obvious that Percy and his mother are poor, don’t live in a great area, and don’t trust authorities like the police to help them. These are all experiences shared by people of color, and a lot of fans imagined Percy with darker skin, thinking he could be black, other POC, or mixed race, which makes Percy a great symbolic underdog that POC fans can project themselves onto. In the show, Percy is very, very obviously white. With dark hair, people could have at least pretended Percy was mixed race and white passing, strengthening the narrative about not fitting in and being of two worlds. He’s blond, and pale skinned, so that’s no longer possible. PJO loses that nuanced angle of a boy from a minority community rising up to become a hero by making Percy just white.

Annabeth’s casting, I have no problem with. It’s important for little black girls to see themselves in her role, because she’s the daughter of the wisdom goddess, which is not a trait stereotypically associated with black girls. Annabeth being black shows that yes, black girls ARE smart, and brave, and can be heroines too. Would’ve been cool to make her blond, since blond black girls are often seen as dumb and that would be a great subversion, but I’m not too fussed with it.

Anyways these are just some thoughts I have on representation in PJO. I have plenty of other thoughts about other subjects on the show, so feel free to drop by my inbox or just chat with me about PJO. :)

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #diversity #representation #text post #kitkat talks back

[omegalomania]

highlights from the virtual signing joe did back before his book tour, cause i havent seen anyone talk about it yet:

ppl who participated in the signing got to do a sweepstakes for a merch package and when the spokesperson was showing it off joe was like "and it's got a LOCKPICK and a GARROTE and a BALACLAVA so just DO WHATEVER DAMAGE YOU LIKE"

he introduced black flag, his favorite band, to his daughter and she thought it sounded terrible lkdfjldjfkd

when fob went to induct green day at the hall of fame joe mentions smoking weed with joan jett and miley cyrus. icon.

he regrets not having better tools to deal with his anxiety about touring and worrying about how every time he got in the van he'd be leaving home. "...and i wish i had, instead of looking out the back window, looked toward the front of the van and realized i was with four or five of my best friends and that i was in safe company."

re: the rest of the band, "they are like brothers, at the end of the day. it's a brotherly relationship."

his 8 year old begs him to watch horror movies and r-rated movies with him and he tells her she can watch them when she's 30

"let's talk about music. nothing better than talking about music. don't listen to it. just talk about it."

when asked about his proudest accomplishment: "i love all my children equally. but here's the reality. i am SO proud of fall out boy because it's a gigantic band that i started as a teenager. we just did stadium shows supporting GREEN DAY."

he's also super proud of the damned things and how honored he was that scott ian from anthrax, one of his personal heroes, trusted him to do so much writing

the interviewer goes, "all right here's a softball" and joe goes, "SOFT ME. uh, what?"

his favorite guitar is his 1965 reverse-body gibson firebird

his favorite transformer is grimlock

this question was supposed to be a lightning round but when asked "nintendo or sega" he says nintendo and then spends about 3 minutes talking abt punchout and then rattling off obscure sonic trivia. i love him.

his favorite video game is final fantasy 7. he says he "nearly flunked" out of middle school because of it.

he has a hard time picking a favorite horror movie since he loves horror but he picks "texas chainsaw massacre" as the one that affected him the most. he also recommends "anything for jackson" because it will "give you nightmares, if you are interested in having nightmares"

his favorite star wars character is yoda because his wisdom applies to real life very frequently

a fan-submitted question talked about with knives and how much the fan liked his vocals and both the interviewer and joe smiled REALLY big!!!!

sadly he doesn't like singing that much cause he doesn't like his voice. also he says fall out boy has a really good singer already. but he won't rule out doing some solo venture and recording super distorted vocals someday

re: what he wants to be remembered for the most - "having a sick bod, man."

"no, genuinely, i want my children to remember me as a good father. that's like the truth. and for having a sick bod."

he really doesn't hold any grudges about the hazing he got in the early days of touring because it was an initiation ritual and it weathered him quickly to touring life. he doesn't think people could get away with it now though.

"if you're gonna punch somebody though, do it when they're not looking"

re: favorite song to play live - "i don't care" because it "Just Rocks." and it's really fun!

his bluetooth in his car started playing "of all the gin joints in the world" and he texted patrick about how good of a song it was and how it'd be nice to play it live again

"as the kids maybe used to say, it SLAPS." brief discussion regarding the difference between a bop and a slap.

currently most of his musical ambitions lie in whatever fall out boy will do next

he tried scoring and composing for commercials and the like and he found that he really does not like it that much

he apologizes for not getting a haircut before the livestream. "this is just how i am, sloppy and unpresentable." (note: he was doing this livestream after a 13-hour flight from rock in rio in brazil)

#fall out boy #joe trohman #*making poasts #i felt like doing this tonight because certain Subsections of bandom are being very irritating and id like some good vibes #plus this was a really lovely little q&a #of all the gin joints!!! he would love to play it live again!!!!!

[adorastarot]

Hi Adora! Can you do the same reading of Namjoon’s fs about how the members will react to Yoongi’s fs if it’s not asked already. Thank you & lovelots girl🩷

Hi, sweet anon! Thank you so much for sending in your ask! Love you lots too my lovely!

♡ This reading has a follow-up reading for Ko-fi monthly members [view here] - How will Yoongi talk about the fs to the members?

How will the members react to Yoongi’s fs?

Temperance, chariot, 7 of swords, 8 of pentacles, queen of cups, wheel of fortune, sun

Straight away BTS will find Yoongi’s fs as someone who balances him out and who genuinely calms him down. I don’t if Yoongi will have a bit of anxiety when he introduced the fs to BTS, but if he does, then the fs benign present will really help him calm his anxiety and the boys will notice this. This person will become his strength, his missing part. BTS will notive that the fs is very protective over Yoongi and they will really like this for him. In general, they will really like this person for the fs. The only thing is that BTS will feel as though the fs is not fully comfortable around them, or it may take a little bit of time for this person to warm up and show their true colour to the group. They may try a bit too hard to show only the good side of themselves and the boys just want this person to relax!!!!!

They will think of this person as someone who is self-made, and who works hard. Someone who is very genuine in the way that they show feelings and who is very caring. They will know how much this person loved Yoongi, they can see it in their eyes and their actions, the little touches and this makes them all feel very warm inside. I feel like at the end of the day everyone just wants what’s best for Yoongi and they want him to feel loved. They trust his wisdom and judgement.

All the love,

#bts tarot #kpop tarot #bts tarot readings #bts fs #yoongi tarot #suga fs #suga tarot #yoongi fs #agust d tarot #agust d #min yoongi

[pancake-breakfast]

I should be sleeping, but I'm not known for my wisdom in that particular field, so on with Trigun Book Club!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 2, Chapter 5 below.

Chapter 5: Desperado

Oh, no. They're coming for Vash's friends on the sand steamer.

Wait, that's the girl from the end of the last chapter, huh? That means they can't be far from Milly and Meryl.

Nico-oniisaaaaaaan!!!

"Did your work go well?" Heh. I'll note he does not answer this question. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The "D" is for "Deflection."

Gods, his hands. This is so much more traumatic in context.

NIGHTOW, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE, LITERALLY ON THE SAME PAGE AS THAT NIGHTMARE?!?!

NM, it's just Vash's bad driving. Or maybe he noticed WW wasn't sleeping so good and decided to unsubtly wake him up?

LOL, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about what's going on in WW's head here, but they're all spoilers, so I'll keep them to myself.

LOLOLOLOL, WW dragging unconscious Vash into the inn and demanding two rooms is just so funny to me. Like, no wonder these people are staring at him like that. They must have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

I assume there will only be one room. And one bed. Edit: My assumption was wrong.

LOL, nothing wakes Vash up quite like the sound of someone else in need, trying to do the right thing against impossible odds.

He's so cute when he's semi-conscious.

WW, what the hell life have you been living? I'm so sorry, my guy. No wonder Vash is giving you such a headache.

I wish I could find a suitable picture to show just how much this building looks like the old Spanish missions dotting the landscape in certain parts of the Southwestern U.S., but it seems like 99.9999% of the pictures are of the buildings inside the walls... or of the ones that have been extensively renovated rather than having crumbly bits like so many of them do. (Also, it's late and so I can't be arsed to do a detailed search. Maybe this will help get my point across? IDK, I'm not writing an essay on Spanish missions right now. I already did that back in 4th grade.)

If I had a son who was recklessly hellbent on getting himself killed alongside me as I defended the town/inn/whatever, I'd tie him up and lock him away, too.

LOL, dehydrated Vash. Gods, babygirl is in baaaaad shape. He's trying, though.

I dunno, a half-dead Vash is still probably pretty competent.

Is now a good time to point out that the word "Desperado" means "The Desperate"? (Also, apparently it's not actually Spanish. We're learning things today in Trigun Book Club.)

"What was that, Vashie?" *Vash barks insistently* "You think you can come up with a plan?" *Vash barks enthusiastically* "Ok, I trust you, boy!" *Vash wags his tail.*

Some quick Spanish notes on page 134 here for those who may not hear these terms so frequently: Mi Amigo = my friend (may not actually indicate a friend; can also be used to create a mock-friendly tone in a situation where intimidation is coming into play) Jefe (pronounced "heh-fay") = slang term meaning "boss" or "leader" (can also be used sort of like "man" or "dude" in English, or in a mock-friendly tone to kinda rub in that the person being called "jefe" is not in charge of the situation) Comprende? = Do you understand?

This guy has too many teeth. And a weird way of standing. Is... is he wearing metal underwear?? What kind of weirdness do you have to go through to get this kind of anatomy? How does he close his lips??? M... maybe it's a mask of some sort??

Holland en Flambe sounds like a dessert.

Rest in peace, vodka. I'm sure someone out there misses you.

Hahahahaha, this kid. He's having to hold the whole weight of intimidation because Vash looks like a rag doll someone left out in the rain too long. Wait. Does Wolfwood know Vash is here?? Heheheheheheheh.... BF's gonna be maaaaaaad....

I love Vash's expression through this bit. He's trying, but he does NOT have the energy for this right now.

FWOOM

Listen to your father, Rob.

Ohhhhh, shit.

Ok, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this. I love the absolute chaos of the top part taking over the whole page, with this guy's shouting bearing down on Vash and the family from the top, claws sweeping in from the left with a motion so fast and deadly it leaves motion lines going all the way up the page... and then, cutting in at the bottom, in a panel that's practically pure-white serenity, the soft but definite *click* of the Punisher's machine gun opening. Beautiful.

And, of course, we turn the page into a two-page spread of Wolfwood letting 'er rip, adding a more controlled and entirely different type of chaos to the scene.

LOL, BF's mad. Just a little, though. Confusion has tempered his anger.

Ok, this, though. How the angle goes from him carelessly tapping Vash on the head with his gun (while practicing shit trigger discipline, I might add) to us looking up at Wolfwood from a perspective very close to what Vash's would be if he could lift his head. How, in the second panel, Wolfwood looks like a desperate man about to pull an executioner's trigger out of fear and confusion for the unknown before him. How, even so, he's debating if Vash is actually the monster he's heard of when there's so much evidence that, despite superhuman skills that Wolfwood has witnessed multiple times firsthand, Vash seems so kind and cares so much for people he ends up in this situation even while half-dead.

Meanwhile, Vash seems to be taking well-deserved nap....

#i hope he's dreaming of donuts #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 2 #pancake thoughts

[dreadfutures]

Blue’s DA: Absolution Post

Just finished my first viewing. Impressions, spoilers, and some rambling. Let’s go! Stream of consciousness, baby.

When I first saw my little sisters playing DAI, it struck me as “THE GAY GAME” and BOY is this THE GAY FRANCHISE. And it’s so normal. No one makes a big deal about it at all. It’s just fuckin normal and everyone is so flirty from square one. There ain’t no one gonna watch this and then go into DA4 not being aware this is a queer friendly world.

The big things I’m taking away, besides that:

- Where do people go when they die? Death seems to be a central question of Absolution. Immortality is a central question in Thedas tbh, and I have so many questions that I am betting will absolutely be answered in DA4.

- The architecture: Nevarra has domes, and its mage tower is very very square. Ziggurat-y. Tevinter reminded me a lot of parts of Spain with its architecture, the mosaics in particular, but other things to. Morocco. A lot of Morocco actually. I love that. The canals, the verdantness, the tiered city on a mesa, I really loved.

- Parkour. And gameplay. Or at least the vibe of what I imagine DA4 is trying to go for.

- The politics of Tevinter.

SO here’s my first thing. If this is what one powerful Magister can do with blood magic and an ancient artifact--and ONE high dragon’s blood.... What the FUCK will Solas’s ritual do? (obviously, tear down the Veil.)

Also there wasn’t a lot of Veil being explained, but I feel like the most important thing for new people is the Spirits, Demons, Magic, Blood Magic, and Slavery.

Wisdom/Memory’s 8 eyes (as a Spirit) became 6 eyes when they were corrupted to Enmity/Pride.

Speaking of Memory--Amelia Pavus? Hello.

I 100% expect to hear something about Rezaren’s aspirations to become the Black Divine, in DA4. I 100% expect we’re going to see Dorian’s efforts to reform Tevinter, and the position of Black Divine will be incredibly relevant.

Honestly the internal politics in Tevinter are so fascinating. Tassia’s honest, earnest desire to make Tevinter better than its worst rumors. Trying to hold the people around her to higher standards--even when they are someone she loves. In the end, when her people need her to help the wounded, that’s what she does. That’s when she steps out of Rez’s games, and she goes to help people.

How does that play into Dorian and Maevaris’s efforts and the Lucerni?

We also, I don’t think, get a great view of how Tessia treats and thinks of elves and slaves. Is that something she also wants to fix in Tevinter? No idea.

I don’t think it’s a cheap throwaway that the Templar who tried to stop the gang in the wine cellar got the voiced line: “you’re the reason all my friends are dead.” They did a really good job I think emphasizing, with the camaraderie of the Tevinter Templars WHO DONT USE LYRIUM TO NEGATE MAGIC. THE POOR FOOLS. They’re just people.

I'm a little perplexed that Tassia didn't seem to know Neb was dead/an elf. She seems so in tune with the Templars under command, and while I get that he seems to be Rez's personal guard, he also somehow seems to be rank and file with the guards she works with? I don't know. But the way she talks to him makes it seem like she thinks he's living and conscious.

Someone said that Hira knows Meredith (The Crimson Knight) is going to wage war on all mages. I don’t think that’s true. I think it’s more likely that Hira has no idea the Crimson Knight is Meredith? And Meredith’s war is against the world, or Tevinter. It seems like Meredith may have been taken over by something or left a Demon of something or is channeling something at the heart of the red lyrium consciousness that just wants war, vengeance, bloodshed.

I honestly thought Hira would have been loyal to the Qun. This feels like it came out of nowhere, but at the same time, so did Meredith’s appearance here:

Someone suggested that we see Meredith in the Black Emporium in this show, but I really don’t think so? It doesn’t look like the BE. I know she was shown in DAI. I know.

I know most of the stories told in Dread Wolf Take You in Tevinter Nights were lies, or partially so, but I still feel like we should have heard about this. So I don’t know. Either way, Meredith shouldn’t have the idol, though.

We knew that the Venatori were still around post-Inquisition. Now we know there are still Red Templars about.

I think fewer people knew that the Venatori have (supposedly) been around longer than the Inquisition and Corypheus...? It took me a little bit and I’m still not 100% sure, but Hira being a child when the Venatori killed her family wouldn’t make sense with an Inquisition timeline.

Tinfoil hat: There are actually two factions within the Evanuris. Both evil and terrible, both going to destroy the world, and Solas stands between them. One is Red Lyrium aligned and one is Blight aligned, hence why we have Meredith vs. Corypheus (red lyrum vs. darkspawn) in the mural above. I know, I know, they’re intertwined. But I feel an itch. And I’m mighty suspicious.

I’m so suspicious about which Evanuris are in Trespasser’s Elven Mountain Ruins and which aren’t. It feels like factions. It feels like the Forgotten Ones/Evanuris split isn’t the only split, or it’s more significant than we realize.

Okay so what happens to dead people? Was it really Justinia we saw in Here Lies the Abyss in DAI? Was this really Neb? You could say “it was really a Spirit who took Neb’s form, embodied Neb’s love for his sister, and stood against blood magic and so decided to destroy Neb’s body.” But I think it was really Neb. I really do. So what happens to people when they die? Is it only elves? Is it humans?

The Spirit says at the beginning: “By name and by nature, mortals are doomed to die.” Which by the way is a very Cole way of saying things I think, and I love it.

I don’t think it was a coincidence that the dragon doesn’t attack Qwydion the Qunari and likes her.

Speaking of Qwydion, she’s introduced as a rebel mage. Which to me implies that she’s from a faction that rebelled against the Circle. Not that she’s someone who left the Qun.

It’s so interesting that we can see Rez’s mother remove a demon from her son and put it in someone else. So we could deal with abominations and with Harrowings all along, huh. lol.

I’ve been making a list of silly Andrastian sayings and Thedas-isms lol. There were some good ones in this show.

The magic in this show was badass. Super awesome. Beyond just the scale of it. The dome that gets put around the circulum looks like the one Corypheus put around Calpernia's old master. Rez’s magic feels way more powerful than other peoples, and it looks awesome. His multi-threaded missile attack when he’s defending against the sloth demons that attacked with Pride look awesome.

If you think about it this whole show revolves around what is acceptable collateral damage. The whole temple is going to kill everyone inside. That’s lit.

I wish I knew what those bird things were that were setting off the traps throughout the temple.

In general this temple makes me scratch my head. Andraste (who loses her nose in the finale lmfao) is holding magic in her hands. Andraste seems to be more of a saint than the pinnacle of the religion in Tevinter, so it’s weird that she’s all over. Cool I guess, I don’t have anything else to say, really. Except that in Rez’s dream of being Black Divine, his outfit was terrible. LOL

I actually really loved the dream sequence. It felt super validating to how I’ve always imagined Fade sequences going lol.

They also I don’t think mentioned the Fade at all lol.

okay okay i’m done for now x) I’m stewing up some other theories and stuff but yeah.

#dragon age absolution #dragon age Absolution spoilers #absolution spoilers #absolution #da4 theories #sort of #fan theory #personal #stream of consciousness rambling

[schrijverr]

Flirting at the Mall 4

Chapter 4 out of 8

Steve and Eddie both work at Starcourt Mall, dancing around each other and flirting. When Steve finally manages to ask Eddie out, he gets kidnapped by Russians and misses their date. He shows up at Eddie’s house, drugged and beaten after Startcourt burned down to apologize and Eddie makes sure he’s okay, before they retry their date.

On AO3.

Ships: Steve x Eddie

Warnings: none

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Melody Records (Steve POV)

Robin has been hounding him to try and find Eddie’s place of employment ever since they found out he works at the mall. But Steve doesn’t want to come across as a creepy stalker, to which Robin always argues that with that logic Eddie would be a creepy stalker.

Naturally, Steve disagrees with that. Eddie found his place of employment by accident and it’s really cute that he comes by nearly every day to try ice cream and talk with Steve. It’s perhaps even a little embarrassing how much Steve adores it whenever Eddie comes by. Robin often makes fun of him and how he perks up when Eddie comes into Scoops Ahoy.

So, no, he doesn’t think what Eddie does is stalker-ish and therefor he doesn’t think what he is currently doing, is stalker-ish.

Well, maybe a little.

Is it really that wrong to use the shopping trip with the kids to stake out some stores and see if Eddie works there? Like in the big picture is that really so bad? Steve hopes Eddie won’t think so, if he manages to find the other boy.

The kids aren’t the happiest he’s with them, all thinking themselves too old for a babysitter and it isn’t like they haven’t been in the mall by themselves. However, Dustin is almost returning from camp and they need supplies for their little prank. And they think Steve is the perfect person to pay for all that. Of course. So, he’s been grudgingly allowed to come along.

Currently the little band of dorks are still arguing about if they need an air horn or if they should get a tape with screaming music or something. Steve isn’t going to involve himself in it, just looks around the mall he’s been at nearly every single day, but hasn’t really explored.

“Fine,” he hears Mike throw up his hands. “We can first look for tapes, but if there isn’t anything good, we’ll go get an air horn.”

“Fine,” Lucas agrees smugly.

“You dipshits finally decided?” Steve asks, knowing the answer and getting a huff from Mike and nods from the others as they take off to a record store Steve hasn’t been to before.

Behind the counter is a girl with a blonde ponytail and a pretty smile. Any other day, she would have been Steve’s type and he’d use the moment to flirt with her while the kids run through the store. However, Eddie has been all that’s on his mind lately, so he just gives her a polite smile and flips through a few tapes.

He gets distracted by Mike loudly complaining: “I told you all, we can’t know if it’s any good based of the cover. This is a waste of time.”

“No, it isn’t,” Lucas shoots back. And Steve realizes why he’s so adamant about it when he spots Max going through a few Kate Bush and Madonna tapes.

Steve smiles to himself and decides to back Lucas up, especially when he sees Will looking anxiously between his two friends. “You can always just ask an employee, Wheeler.”

“Yeah, Mike,” Lucas says, before going up to the counter and asking the girl: “What’s the loudest, most annoying and screaming music you have?”

She looks up from her magazine with an annoyed look and says: “Don’t ask me that. Wait, here and I’ll call Eddie.”

Steve is pretty sure, he has never looked up so fast as he watches her call out to the back stating that some kids want to know about his music with a little distaste in her voice. Mentally he makes a note that he doesn’t like this girl very much, however, he’s distracted by Eddie coming out of the backroom with a smile as he exclaims: “Who here seeks my music wisdom?”

“We, apparently,” Mike answers, still sounding annoyed. The kid would rather be spending more time with El.

Not that Steve cares about Mike right now. He wants to say something, get Eddie’s eyes on him, but he also doesn’t want to make it weird or be disappointed when Eddie doesn’t reply as he usually does at Scoops Ahoy.

He needn’t have worried, though. Eddie spots him in the middle of the gaggle of middle schoolers and lights up. Steve’s heart flips at that. Then Eddie says: “Hey there, brave seafarer. Finally left your ship?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replies, knowing that he’s blushing and that the kids are looking at him weird, but unable to help it. “Can’t find treasure by staying aboard, right?”

That was pretty smooth, Steve is proud of that, especially when Eddie’s cheeks pinken at the implication that he is said treasure. But he recovers quickly and smiles: “Well then, how can I help you on your quest?”

“We’re looking for annoying, loud music,” Mike interrupts and Steve wants to face palm and hide away, because Mike has just insulted Eddie’s music taste pretty badly.

Eddie takes it in stride, luckily, just saying: “I can’t help you with annoying, but loud I can certainly do. Metal section is over here. Why do you need it, if you don’t like it?”

“Our friend is coming home from summer camp,” Lucas informs Eddie. “We’re going to scare him when he comes back.”

“I still think an air horn will be better,” Mike huffs.

“Whoa, are you planning on blasting it in his ear?” Eddie stops rummaging through the tapes to look at them, brow furrowed. The kids nod. “You should get party horns, not air horns. Those are way too loud for these kind of things. You could give your friend serious hearing damage.”

“We can?” Will asks nervously.

“I told you music was better,” Lucas immediately grins.

“Yeah, but party horns are way cheaper than a tape,” Max argues. “When it was tapes or air horn price was similar.”

“Whatever, Steve’s paying anyway,” Mike shrugs.

“Oi,” Steve speaks up at that, cuffing the back of his head. “I don’t get paid enough for this attitude towards my money. You’re buying party horns.”

The kids all immediately start pouting and Steve hates seeing them unhappy. Besides, he’s sure that if he grovels and begs, his parents might be kind enough to not let him starve to death while they’re away on business, so he compromises: “You can still pick a tape, if you wanna waste it on getting something you don’t like to scare Dustin, that’s on you.”

At that the kids light up and set off into the store, looking for music they actually like. Steve sighs and rubs his forehead, wondering why he keeps doing this.

“That was sweet,” Eddie says, snapping Steve’s attention towards him. He hadn’t necessarily forgotten about the man, he’d just focused on the kids.

“Oh, yeah, it’s- uhm, it’s nothing really,” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. He knows where Eddie lives, sat in the car once while Tommy bought drugs. He know their lives aren’t the same. But he doesn’t want to come across as a rich asshole, so he shrugs: “I’m lucky I only have to pay for groceries with my salary, not bills. And if it makes them happy, you know.”

“You really care about them, don’t you?” Eddie asks, sounding genuinely interested and not weirded out, like most of Steve’s other failed dates after Nance.

“Yeah, they’re good kids,” Steve smiles. “Annoying assholes from time to time, but that’s never truly malicious, just them being thirteen.”

“Truly mama Stevie,” Eddie jokes, before winking: “But who rubs your feet at the end of a hard day with the kids, huh? Do you get your TLC?”

“Shut up,” Steve says, his cheeks heating up at the comment.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Eddie tells him, pinching his cheeks. Then he swiftly changes topics, making a big flourish with his arm as he says: “But, you are in my abode now. So, welcome to Melody Records, while I might not be a captain, how can I, a humble jester, amuse you today, sailor?”

The dramatics make Steve giggle, a sound he didn’t use to make before Eddie. “Not much of a sailor today,” he comments after, relieved that he puts effort into his outfits no matter what and Eddie can see him in something better than that stupid, dorky uniform.

“You are in spirit,” Eddie assures him.

“Gee, thanks,” Steve laughs.

“So, any tapes for you, or just spoiling the kids today?” Eddie asks and it shouldn’t make Steve feel so hot that Eddie is talking about him like a parent, but it does.

To obfuscate the fact that it gets to him, he quickly distracts with: “No, I can look at some tapes. I need to expand my horizons beyond the top 40 according to Robin.”

“A wise lady,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely, before a wild grin breaks out: “Luckily for you, we are already near the best music,” and he gestures to the metal section he’d been rooting through for the kids before they abandoned them in favor of other music.

“So, what’s good in this then?” Steve asks.

Eddie’s eyes light up and he warns him: “You should not ask me that, if you do not want to be stuck here for the next hour, big boy.”

“I mean, I have time, come on, tell me,” Steve replies, not minding. Eddie looks so fucking excited to talk about it and it’s just cute. Plus, Steve is interested in what Eddie likes. He wants to know. He wants to built the mental image of the boy in his head as best he can. Of course he wants to listen to Eddie talk about metal music.

And the cute way Eddie bounces a slightly up and down at the okay to ramble would be worth it for Steve in itself.

However, that doesn’t compare to Eddie actually talking. He talks with his whole body, hands gesturing with long slender fingers plucking tapes from the stacks to show Steve. Not to mention his voice, the way he drags out certain sounds, uses language like it’s his playground and twists words in a deep, hypnotizing voice.

Steve doesn’t follow much of the music lingo and band names he has never heard before and struggles to remember. But he has fun. It’s just nice to talk to Eddie. It’s new to have people his own age he likes talking to other than Robin.

Eddie is also very passionate and Steve is a little obsessed with how he practically vibrates in place as he says: “It’s- I know how this sounds, but I swear to you, this is real music. It hits you in your bones. It’s good to have some music in your bones.”

“I believe you,” Steve says, unable to stop his smile. Then he asks: “What’s the best music to get into all this? I mean, I assume there’s a way to ease into it?”

“Would you- would you like to try some metal?” Eddie asks in return, sounding as if he can’t believe it.

“Yeah, I mean, if that’s okay?” Steve answers, suddenly a bit shy about it. “You make it sound cool and I wanna try more, you know, broaden my horizons.”

“I can help you broaden your horizons, Stevie,” Eddie grins, the comment making Steve’s heart flutter. “Of course it’s okay. Here, I’ll find you some good beginner metal. What kind of music do you like best?”

“Oh, uhm,” Steve blushes, knowing that what he’s about to admit is a little embarrassing. “I like Tears for Fears and Queen, you know, and maybe also ABBA and Wham! Or Madonna.”

“God, pretty boy,” Eddie laughs. “That is not a metal basis, but don’t you worry, I’ll work my magic,” as he finishes, he wiggles his fingers in a playful manner that should be silly, but has Steve swallowing as he looks at them.

Eddie either doesn’t notice or graciously ignores it as he goes through the tapes again.

Steve wants to keep staring at Eddie, however, he’s distracted by Max bumping into him. He nearly jumps in the air, having completely forgotten the kids were there. But he saves himself with a: “Hi, red, found something?”

“Yeah, we all did,” she holds up a stack of tapes. “The others went ahead to the craft store for the banner supplies, but I told them I’d wait until you were done. But it was taking kind of long.” She flicks her eyes to Eddie with a knowing smile.

And Steve feels his stomach turn to led. The playful flirty mood disappearing as he starts to rethink everything, wondering if they’re being too obvious and who else could have seen.

Max must notice something, because she says: “You’re not being obvious to anyone who doesn’t know you. It’s nice to see you smile like that again. I won’t tell.”

“Thanks, Max,” he says softly, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her to his side for a second with a squeeze, before letting her go.

Then she gives him a sly smile and holds up another tape: “I actually found two tapes, you know. I haven’t decided yet, I love them both a lot. What do you think?”

She knows exactly what she’s doing and Steve informs her of that as he plucks both tapes out of her hand. In turn her grin turns even more mischievous. He acts annoyed, but he doesn’t mind. Max is one of his favorite kids and with her home life and Billy, he tries to be the best older brother he can be for her. If that means buying her two tapes, so be it.

“Here you go,” Eddie’s voice snaps him back and he looks at the other boy. He’s smiling at Steve and Max, looking fond and amused. Steve tries not to think about how he probably heard her little manipulation.

“Thanks,” Steve says, taking the tape from Eddie and studying it.

Eddie explains: “It’s Animalize from KISS. They have some good stuff and are easy to get into, more on the glam rock side of the spectrum. I could give you some Dio or Iron Maiden, but they’re more guitar-y and I think AC/DC or Mötorhead might be a bit too scream-y to start with.”

“Maybe I can try them later,” Steve suggest, wanting to ask Eddie out, suggest they can listen to it together. However, Max’s appearance has made him aware of how visible they are, so he chickens out once again.

“Yeah, you can come in whenever,” Eddie tells him with a smile, before ringing him up, plugging in the employee discount like Steve always does for him.

Then they say their goodbyes and Steve follows Max out of the store to join the other shitheads, but his mind is on Eddie in his element back at Melody Records. The metal record he got burns in his pocket. God, he’s so far gone for that boy.

Later he tells Robin about the whole encounter and she exclaims: “I can’t believe you didn’t ask him out, dingus,” as she puts another strike on the board.

“I swear I wanted to,” Steve whines.

“You just chickened out like a pussy,” Robin fills in.

“This is so unfair,” Steve pouts. “It’s not like you’re out there asking your crush out. Hell, you haven’t even told me who you like.”

“And I’m not going to either,” Robin says. “Besides, my crush isn’t even into me. Yours is. Relish in it, Harrington.”

“I can feel out the vibes if you tell me who it is,” Steve suggest as a bribe.

Robin raises a brow, before replying: “I tell you what. If you ask Eddie out on a date and it goes well, I will tell you who my crush is.”

Steve considers it for a moment, then says: “Is just asking him out not enough?”

“No, I have to believe in romance first,” Robin tells him.

“You don’t believe in romance?” Steve asks.

“Fuck you, I do. It just hasn’t worked out for me yet,” Robin shrugs. “Now stop giving me those sad eyes and go clean the tables, loverboy.”

~~

A/N:

One of the reasons this fic is getting longer than expected is because I really can’t write Steve without Robin or his kids. They belong, okay xp

(Also don’t come hating on me for the music. I listen to some metal, but I’m not too heavy into the scene, just mostly things I grew up with and KISS is one of my mom’s fave bands, so this is for her lmao)

#rr writing #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #the party stranger things #max mayflied #robin buckley #scoops ahoy steve #scoops ahoy #Flirting at the Mall #Flirting at the Mall Chapter 4

[relocatedheads]

Eddie Munson VS Emotions - some headcanons

( he is very near and dear to my heart, he’s also a lot of fun to watch . )

ohmy- an eddie masterlist!!

Excited

so we all know he gitters when excited.. well he definitely has little moments of him running in a small circle when OVERLY jazzed about something

ohymgod homeboy so so so kicks his feet 

he will run out to Wayne and just *info dump*

10/10 a rambler on max speed

Wayne harass to tell him to breathe or slow down like 8 times

when he gets a new cassette -> this man will speed home, run straight in and to his room, THROW the preloaded cassette into the abyss, put on this new album, 100% volume or what's the point and just either: A) sit on his bed gushing B) running around the trailer singing, shouting, playing air guitar

Happy

nah bc when he’s happy.... EVERYONE knows about it

dude couldn’t hold that thing in for the life of him

defo has a light footed, bouncy happy walk

will dot about the kitchen giggling to himself -> depending on what's made him happy

he prefers his hair slightly out of his face when happy

his comfort / optimal happiness outfit is the hellfire shirt - ripped jeans - leather jacket denim vest combo - reeboks.

Sad / Empty

not a word is said 

he hides this one the best

minus he fiddles with the rings

he’ll throw himself in designing a new campaign or learning a song or driving 

ohmygod! Eddie... somber flat expression, going 100 on a freeway just blearing music to make himself feel something

sadness doesn't get to him a lot - he may not have the best life but he adores the one hes got.

when it does, it’s usually kinda surface level stuff that gets to him: seeing kids sitting eating lunch alone, his parents, the want to have a super successful band, a sad movie.

I think he’d be a “im not crying you are!”.... queue him sat silently sniffing, looking everywhere but the screen to dry his eyes, jaw LOCKED to hold a sob. 

Wayne could just offer the look and eddies bundled in his arms, mumbling and sobbing

boy totally gets embarrassed after crying

Anger

again, EVERYONE knows

mf cannot hide a knotted brow, crossed arms, a jumping knee.

one sightly wrong statement -> the Eddie glare ™ or a dramatically gestured snap

rolls his neck as a small release 

sometimes he will just up and leave

unlike the sad spells, Wayne is no magic comfort blanket with this one

Eddie hates his anger -> his Uncle is nEVER angry... not once for all the years they’ve lived together has he seen him mad. And because Eddie worships and idolised this man, he feels like if he gets mad hes gonna left Wayne down

the smoking increases significantly

will practically exist outside on the sofas bc no smoking in the rv before 9pm 

bro could be holding onto this anger for 3 days or 2 months...

he does use aggressive guitar solos as a healthy outlet

the dug usage goes up too

... a lot ....

Wayne notices and is silently aware of Eddie’s view on his anger so he offers small words of wisdom that the younger boy just scuffs off. 

Frustration 

gets frustrated so easily

cant work out a cord? cant figure out what way to sway the campaign? cant fix something in his van? Queue the ensemble of “JESUS CHRIST”s

SO DRAMATIC WITH IT TOO! 

he’ll get annoyed at himself for smashing a cup and Wayne will think he’s trying dewire a bomb when in reality he’s knocked a semi empty cup off the counter. 

will just blow air out his mouth to sooth himself throughout

king of short burst -> walks away -> will not let emanate object win 

TALKS TO HIMSELFFFF!!!!

any accent, any voice. 3rd person narration? yep! 

ohmygod when he gets his fringe cut and the short length vs the curls cause Wayne to deal with a week of Eddie’s insufferable complaining about why “buzzing my hair is a tempting idea” “cutting it myself next time” “It’s so shit!” “Why couldn’t I just enjoy the look of the normie?”

Nervousness

fiddles with things... ANYTHING

- rings - his watch - curling his hair round his finger - got a book infront of him? he’s rolling the pages

Mr Confident is actually 70% a show like a persona that started as a joke but is now the default coping mechanism 

will stand up in front of the school at lunch to declare a point nobody cares about but will not complain about an order being wrong or being charged too much 

drug deal goat but still gets nervous like its the first time

oddly very open about this emotion 

will randomly walk into the living room and ask Uncle Wayne if he has ever experienced a similar reaction to an event

EDDIE LIKING SOMEONE AND HE FEELS A LITTLE GOOIE ABOUT THEM AND ASKS WAYNE HOW HE PUSHED THROUGH THE FEELING

he also will just plop down at his chair at lunch, and declare some avonguard quote that is a metaphor for him feeling nervous

and yet - all the boys fully understand !!!!

#oh my god #this was fun!!! #pls gimme more emotions to explore!!! #Eddie munosn #Eddie munson headcanon #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson #Eddie munson fic #Eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie stranger things #joesph quinn #Eddie munson joesph quinn #stranger things joseph quinn #joesph Quinn headcanons

[sortvaniliekrans]

I just wanted to ramble a little and say I really love your writing! I ramble, this ask may seem a little long, but it's all adoration I promise! Please don't be unnerved by the length!

I just found your fic "Pisces Caelestis" today and I caught up to your latest chapter. Honestly I was minutes away from being late to leaving for work, because I was that absorbed in your story and at that point I was only on chapter 8. If it wasn't for my work ethic, honest to the stars above, I would have called out to keep reading uninterrupted 😅 Of course, I couldn't put it down even when I got to work. (Night time security guard here lol) Between taking care of people and reading, the last few chapters took me about two and a half hours to get through. But honestly, I think I've been grinning like a doofus just about 90% of the time. I think the only ten percent left was when you tossed my heart to the fishies when the reader or boys became upset. Veeery good at giving my heart the good ol' squeeze like my heart is being strangled out of me. Very tasteful ✨👌

I love how you've been able to include the other FNAF characters in your story. And like I commented on AO3 the few chapters back, I loved the touch again to hinting at Chica's Latino heritage with the mention of her hair. Again, so many people I think. Play her off as occasion that the idea of it being different is just a stunner, and honestly I think she would look very cute with bleached blonde hair. And again, no way and heck did I expect her to be the crazy dog lady. How you incorporated "Cupcake" with her is just ✨golden✨ I haven't read many DCA fics, but I think this is the first one I've seen with Chica and her cupcake and I loved that touch. Also, I'm with the townspeople in shipping her with Roxy, they sound like an adorable pair together.

You've given our Superstar favorite dad Freddy his little boy which made me smile. I love to be exasperation from the readers playful jab/ threat to helping the boy get a hamster for class. He's a real sweetheart and his words of wisdom are much more appreciated than what YN was given as a child. I get the whole "why worry about it?" motif, but to a child they need better ways to cope. To understand their feelings and when young (especially when young actually) I think it's important for someone to be heard. YN getting that now from Freddy is heartwarming. He really shows attentiveness and makes me wonder if he knew YN when they were younger. Maybe not knowing the full picture of what their life was like as a child. But when you see a child neglected or misbehaved, I know people could probably wish that they could give words of advice. But not wanting to step on a parent's toes just, can't. To think he's wanting to give YN what they couldn't have when younger is really heartwarming, you really show he gives the best advice and hugs. And sometimes a hug or just a willingness to listen as all a person needs. You did really great showing that ❤️

Hearing Roxy have scars and a partial disability was appreciated. You didn't play down her blindness or scars, in actuality you showed that people could be proud for what they've lived through. She doesn't let people minimize her experience and doesn't let her past make up her current personality. And no way are her feelings for Chica just a crush If she's willing to face her trauma of being around six dogs just to see (her crush/girlfriend/ future wife-y) Chica. But dang is that some intense exposure therapy, that's gotta be a bit emotionally taxing. I hope if/when she has the courage to tell Chica about it that it goes well. She doesn't wanna jar Chica or maybe make her feel guilty, and she's obviously doing great if they're spending time together. Unless, when reader had reached out to Chica to get Roxy's number, she was at Roxy's house instead of Chica's. Either way, I hope both girls figure it out.

And Monty? Being a rebel? Who is surprised, but it still makes me smile. I'm curious if he kept the sea glass YN found to trade. Like in a drawer or something. Even when someone seems like a rebel, I feel like for most people if a child gets attached to you and gives you items even if for trade, you still try and hold on to them because I think it would make someone smile when they look back on it. I wouldn't blame him if he got rid of the sea glass, but at the same time I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere in his house or around his house he had it. And it makes me smile at the thought of it. I'm curious about when he'll pop up again in the story. Would he'll have a bigger frame like security breach Monty, or if he would be more on the linky side. I could see him riding dirt bikes, yet can still find a way to make it rebellious. Even if the town turns a blind eye, it still made me laugh.

I relate to your YN greatly~ When are chores ever fun? Their independence is evident and I think a lotta people can relate to ✨emotional constipation✨ As YN was getting gifts and feeling bad a little bad at the idea that the boys were feeling pressured to give. I was already thinking just give them something in return like an exchange. When they finally did it, it made me laugh and say "Finally! So glad they figured that out!" aloud, and it made me glad I live alone because that would have been embarrassing for someone else to overhear. Only to hear that frustrated Moon, I felt bad, But how are we to know if they didn't tell? I'm glad Sun continued because he was happy seeing YN smile. YN also did better with the shirt slashing in the latest chapter. I think I'd still be deep/close to a PTSD that if he slashed his claws at me I'd probably be fighting emotional/mental barriers that would have gone up in feeling further unwanted. They really do need time to recover. I'm glad they know instinctually their reactions are valid, but their fortitude to press on to keep from stunting themselves or losing precious new seafriends is admirable.

It was rude of Moon to try and (kinda) traumatize Sun for what they had done. I mean, valid, in a way they care for YN enough to where he feels the only logical reaction would be to give them space/ keep them safe from them. But I'm glad/hopeful YN's reaction to Moon literally in a way wagging his finger in their face, showed they can stand on their own/aren't made of glass. His lisp is adorable and I think it would be hard to not just want to hear him talk to hear it again. Being scolded by Sun for emotionally hurting YN was needed. But still a hilarious mental image of Sun wrangling Moon if it meant helping clear up the misunderstanding and help YN be happy again.

And Sun, stars above, Sun. Can he get any more precious (not meant to be a challenge! Cause the stars above know how many times you made my heart melt into a puddle from him)? He's playful, he teases, he understood exaggerating expressions and his delight knowing that playfulness got YN to laugh was just too precious to read. I think I had to reread those chapters about three or four times before I could will myself to move on and keep reading. Sweetest fish, I think I was rolling on my couch a few times when he was just being a sweetpea. He shared his blueberries with YN, he grasped what coins/money was in hopes it would help YN. Also wondering if he understands the value of gold? He didn't just give a single coin, and Having already discussed the value of gold corns with my mom a couple months back. He has an older currency, probably more pure and just being older is something. No kidding that he literally helped provide. His pet names are precious and he just seems so stupidly sweet that repeatedly I wanted to hug him. You made a precious boy and each time there has been fluff you've made my heart melt. I'm so glad YN and the boys are starting to interact, You probably have an idea about it, but I'm still going to say it is such a relief when they finally got to speak to each other/ start to interact. Rocky star with Moon, but I'm glad Sun took things in stride when YN opened up to explaining their insecurities involving Moon. To help mediate and translate, to grasp when YN needed help being grounded and helped give emotional support from the physical contact. So so so so stupidly precious that I was repeatedly at a loss for words.

I loves all of this. My dejected exclamation in finding out I got caught up felt/ was to be expected. Your writing was so great, I really really loved all of this. I'm so glad I found your work and I look forward to how it progresses. You just moved into your own home (CONGRATS! 🎊) So I hope you give yourself a break, take things and stride. Try not to face burnout, It's okay if you have days where you don't do anything. Sometimes just getting to tomorrow is enough. Thank you again for your time (sorry for rambling a bit) and I hope you have a good rest of your day. May creativity and inspiration stay by your side ❤️

AAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you this is so nice I wanna print it out and eat it 💜💜💜

#for real I can't find words to express just how happy this makes me #thank you!!! #I'm too awkward and happy to even properly say thanks I'm just hdasfshdgfhasgda #adgsfhsagdhfGADHFGAHDFHFD #HAPPY

[christmas-shenanigans]

Session 4: Fri 22 Dec 2023

Last session before Christmas! I was out last week so let’s see if I can catch up. Halbrecht is late; we get a WhatsApp message: “I am late.” We are joined this week by Bosley, and his pseudodragon Guts!

(Apologies if I have misheard some of the following...)

We need to speak to the Kayak to get access to the fey world, in order to locate a potion of flying from that place. (I know it's Cailleach. I can't be bothered typing that every time.) This is the final ingredient needed by Cuthwulf Toggleswock, who is trying to make a cure for the Bleaching, a condition that afflicts gnomes who have been away from the fey realm for too long.

We have a key, which we can try to offer the Kayak as payment:

Who is most diplomatic? Valeros has a plus 8, so we shove him forward. He tosses his hair and looks nonchalant as he holds up the key. The Kayak raises an eyebrow. “Careful with that, boy.”

Wee Jock bangs his hammer on the ground and demands that she “show us the way to Christmas Land, hag!” He gets kicked from Roll20 before he can roll Diplomacy. He rejoins and rolls a 5. Valeros slaps a hand over his mouth, and they roll contested Dex checks; Valeros wins, so Wee Jock drops his hammer on Valeros’ foot.

The Kayak looks at Skabb and says that she bears the mark of her sisters. She says that if the goblins wanted to know something from her, they would have sent their wisdom. We call the ugly goblin forward - she’s a Wisdom! Skabb produces the little pet things as well and exhibits them. Mini Wise One!

You haven’t come here on behalf of Pinereek, the Kayak says. No, but we’re here because of Tallywhacker! Wangledong! We’re here to help save the gnomes! Skabb makes a Diplomacy check. 20!

The Kayak points at the Key. “Bring it here.” Skabb brings Valeros forward. He is holding the key between his tensed pecs; he jiggles them. She snatches the Key. How many of us have been to the Fey world? The Kayak points at Half-Brick. “Your Gods have no sway in the First World.” His magic will be patchy over there... She gives him a token to make his magic work when we get there.

Nothing we kill will stay dead, and no damage we do will be fatal, we are warned.

She gives Skabb a scroll to help her open the gateway. We will need to perform a ritual. She has given Klipp Klopp the knowledge of the location. Perform the ritual there and the gate will open.

There is a guard that will attempt to prevent entry to Christmas Land; the only way in is to defeat him.

We head back to Pinereek for a rest. (Before we go, Valeros just wants to check - she doesn’t find him at all attractive, does she? He receives a flat ‘no’ for an answer.)

The goblins are still working their way through the gert squiggler. (Skabb stuffs some in Zorya’s mouth; she spits it out. Skabb waits until no-one is looking to scoop up the discarded squiggler and put it back in her pocket.)

We rest, and get back all hit points, spell slots, and focus points. (Not normally allowed in Pathfinder, but it’s Christmas. Yay!)

Valeros drinks heavily when we get back, staring into a mirror and wondering why the hag doesn’t think he’s the sexiest thing she’s ever laid eyes on. He begins crying uncontrollably. Skabb offers him a paper bag “so you don’t have to worry about how hideous you are!” Mialee pats him half-heartedly on the shoulder, and Halbrecht offers him some cheese.

While we are drinking the door opens and Rokmoxa appears looking angry. “Where is she?” Skabb tries to scrabble away, but she grabs her by the ankle. She’s looking for Zorya. “Where are my herbs?” Zorya plays innocent and starts turning out her pockets. Skabb wants to know what she has and starts sniffing her. There is a faint smell of herbs about her, but we’ve just been in the Kayak’s cave. Rokmoxa warns Zorya to watch her back if she ever comes back to this village. Zorya, laughing: “Okay!”

We must follow Klipp Klopp the following morning, to the place where we are to perform the ritual to open the gate to Christmas Land. Skabb spends the journey trying to convince Klipp Klopp to come with her after this adventure, to no avail. We traipse through the forest for quite some time before we see this:

In the woods near the portal is a half orc and a pseudodragon, eating cheese. It’s Bosley and Guts!

He knows some of us, so he puts his cheese down and joins us.

We take out the scroll. Skabb will need help casting the ritual - we have an arcane trickster and a cleric who might be able to do the job. Cheese Boy 1 and the Tricksome Elf step forward.

Arcana check from Mialee - nat 1 for a 14 total but that’s enough. Zorya notices low-grade magic appear as Mialee sprinkles powders, but nothing has changed yet. Halbrecht nat 20’s his Religion check! Some of the snowflakes on the portal start to glimmer and shine. Skabb is next with her Primal magic. 14 Nature check, and that’s enough after Halbrecht’s crit.

The portal opens and we go through…

Bosley mentions that he saw someone else come along and try to open the portal earlier, but they apparently failed.

Skabb looks down at her pocket full of squiggler to see Guts trying to get a bite; she feeds him some.

Zorya finds some bugs for Skabb; they are shiny and not gross at all. She waits until the others are occupied to give them to her and quietly apologise for spiting out the squiggler. Skabb is very pleased and squishes them to make them gross enough to be palatable. They tinkle as she crushes them. (And scream, I think?)

We remember about the Guardian; Wee Jock readies his hammer and farts in preparation. Skabb scuttles up a tree and readies a fireball. Mialee and Zorya also scale trees. Bosley readies his crossbow. Valeros scouts ahead, with Wee Jock following.

The snow gets heavier, almost blizzard-ish. (Valeros is still depressed. Wee Jock: "Would a prostitute help?" Valeros: “I shouldn’t have to pay.” WJ: "Don’t worry, I’ll pay." V, cheering up instantly: "Goddammit, I’m in!")

We hear an awful noise and coming up the path is this:

We make Will saves, some of us re-rolling with Hero Points. Even so, most of us are Frightened…

The Goose attacks Valeros, as he has found himself face to face with it. He makes a Reflex save against its Goose Chill, but fails and takes the damage. It makes a multi-attack against him as well.

Zorya shoots, but even a 22 doesn’t hit. She hides again.

Skabb had a fireball readied, so she is allowed to use it before she takes her turn.

(This Goose is a re-skinned regular D&D creature; Mialee guesses an adult white dragon and she’s right.)

Bosley uses his readied action to mark the Goose as his prey:

Skabb casts Elemental Betrayal, choosing to amplify Fire damage. She then casts Fireball. The Goose steps neatly out of the way. DM, smug: “He will take none of the damage, thank you.”

The Goose moves and does a Goose Chill, hitting Wee Jock:

It then does its Breath Weapon attack, hitting everyone but Valeros and Zorya:

Mialee is hidden, so can sneak attack - if she hits. 25 will do it! It takes 15 damage, which is more than she rolled… Cold iron weapon, likely. 12 is a miss, and she uses her last action to hide.

Wee Jock can rage as a reaction so he is already there. He has Titan Wrestler, so he has a go at tripping it. Athletics check against the Goose’s Reflex DC - he rolls a 24. That’s a fail… He swings at it with his hammer instead, and does an extra 6 Rage damage on top of the 10 he rolls for the weapon. It takes 21! Those are good numbers. He will grapple it! “I’ll grab it by the neck. That’s how you grapple a goose,” he says, knowledgeably. 28 Athletics this time. Can he scream at it as a free action?

Halbrecht heals Skabb for 27 HP. He casts Guidance on Wee Jock as well, by using an obscene gesture.

Valeros and Wee Jock make Perception checks; 12 and 17 respectively. Wounds start to heal over on the Goose… (Skabb asks Zorya how she would feel about stealing a heart out of a chest…)

Skabb and Mialee make Perception checks, as does Halbrecht - Mialee sees that some sort of magic has been cast on the Goose. Halbrecht can see it was healing magic, and Skabb sees that it came from behind the Goose.

Valeros scales the Goose - 26 Athletics. “Time to get slashy.” He stabs the Goose with a 32, which hits for 18 damage, and it takes 23. The Goose sprays some freezing blood on him, doing him 7 cold damage and slowing him for 1 round.

Bosley has never played Pathfinder before, he’s a D&D kind of half-orc, so there is a lot of sorting out that happens while he grapples with the mechanics of the game. He shoots the Goose first of all, 25 hits for 9 piercing! He moves over to a tree, and uses his last action to give Guts two actions. Guts flies up into the Goose’s face. He dazzles the Goose, meaning we are all Concealed!

Zorya crits her next attack doing 33 damage total! She hits twice more, earning herself two Hero Points and a new epithet - Goosebane. (She doesn’t bother hiding…)

Skabb tracks the source of the healing of the Goose. She uses an action to give Grabby Cat two actions and has her fly 25 feet straight up to look around for whatever is working against us. 21 Perception, but she doesn’t see anything. (Wee Jock, OOC: “Do you remember when 21 was a good roll…”) Skabb shouts “There’s a magic bastard healing this Goose!” She wants to vomit bugs at the Goose, but it will hurt her friends so she runs up and starts gnashing its legs with her cold iron teeth!

The Goose does a Ground Slam attack, forcing a Reflex save from everyone on the ground within 10 feet. It then does a multi attack at Valeros, Skabb and Wee Jock. It is dazzled, so it must roll a d20 before it can attack.

Mialee attacks for 13 piercing plus cold iron damage, then misses twice. Wee Jock swings his hammer and misses, all three actions.

Halbrecht wants to know who’s looking poorly. He could heal us all, but that would heal the Goose as well. He Heals Valeros instead, and casts Guidance on him.

The Goose’s wounds heal up again…

Skabb makes a Perception check - behind the Goose and to the north.

Valeros’ turn, and he would like to swing around the goose with a rope and tie its legs like an AT-AT. DM, dubiously: “… That’s going to be a hell of an Athletics check.” Valeros rolls; “… let me Hero Point that.” He rolls a second 11. “You are dangling there like a limp scrotum.”

He wants to get into its mouth and try to use his own body to choke it to death. He decides to swing to the ground and slash at its knees. 35 crit! 27 damage plus cold iron! He’s just undone most of the healing that our mysterious adversary has bestowed on it. He takes some Freezing Blood damage and is slowed.

Bosley slams a healing potion, regaining 15 hp. (There is a plus 1; he can add that to various saving throws.) His crossbow isn’t loaded. Can he throw it at the Goose? He uses an action to give Guts two, and has him do some damage. 27 hits! Guts does 1 piercing damage. 23 hits as well, as it’s flanked! Another 1 piercing damage.

Zorya shoots three more arrows; only 1 hits but she gets Sneak Attack because it’s flanked.

Skabb has a spell that sends out helpful wood spirits; can she have them search using her Perception modifier? She could, but Grabby Cat rolled really well and couldn’t see the source of the mysterious healing. The DM generously hints that she could use Detect Magic instead. She does that and rolls a Perception check. She gets a ping! She shouts to Mialee and Zorya to tell them where it is.

The Goose has spotted Zorya and flies over to attack her. 27 damage total… Ouch.

Mialee’s turn. She drops out of her tree, and hides in a bush behind the Goose-healer and starts stabbing it. “Stab!” She selects a square to attack as the healer is hidden - and gets the right one. It appears. It may count as a munchkin, and might be roastable:

(Bosley is very excited at the prospect of roast munchkin.)

Wee Jock runs up to the Goose and takes a couple of swings at it - his first attack hits but the second misses.

Everyone is tired, so we call it there…

#christmas special #dnd #pathfinder

[miredinmiddleearth]

Rings of Power, Ep. 3 Review

*Detailed rant ahead*

The madness continues. Buckle up. Here are my thoughts for episode three.

1. Good grief, Galadriel’s hair only gets worse. It’s like they’re mocking me.

2. It’s weirdly jarring to see Galadriel eager for food. So non elf-like. This is the same race that nibbles lembas, yes? 

Absolutely nothing separates the men from the elves in this show. In appearance, in mannerisms, or in wisdom, and that’s just criminally lazy.

3. Elendil!!! I could listen to this man talk all episode. Just scrap everything else. Sit this guy down and have him read The Silmarillion.

4. Numenor is really awesome. See? I can give compliments.

5. Oh BOY that council room scene. Whole section just for that:

ONE: I am so lost why an entire government would put everything on hold to interrogate two castaways. 

TWO: The scene where Galadriel introduces herself fills me with RAGE. Throughout the episode, Galadriel keeps talking about how impressive she is and how much more she knows than anyone else. NONE of her actions speak to this, and in a person of true nobility, actions are EVERYTHING. 

Compare to how Aragorn gets introduced. He NEVER introduces himself, not even as Strider. Others say his name, and awe follows. Heck, same with movie Galadriel. Her name is whispered with reverence and myth whirls around her like mist. But RoP Galadriel? Apparently the woman thousands of years older than literally everybody in the room has to list her resume in the clunkiest way possible (again, defining her own importance in relation to MEN). When I tell you how poorly this show is written, this is what I mean. Compare it to anything competent, and it falls ridiculously short. 

THREE: I hope Halbrand is Sauron, because I do like the way they are setting him up as a charmer and potential manipulator. Though it’s annoying he has to be a voice of reason when two women apparently can’t talk things out rationally.

FOUR: “I would sooner knee-cap a stallion.” What does that mean?!?!?! 

FIVE: Umm, what self-respecting military man as smart as Elendil would let himself be hugged by a random guy he picked up on the open water? And Halbrand is going to steal and return the dagger in front of all those people?!

SIX: Why is Galadriel always in a rush? In a time of relative peace, she can’t even wait three days?! When are elves ever in a rush to do anything?!

SEVEN: STOP GIVING GALADRIEL A ROMANCE WITH HALBRAND

6. The scene that introduces Isildur does absolutely nothing but show us Isildur knows how to pull a rope.

7. Elendil’s voice is still beautiful.

8. “The sea is always right.” A motto that’s setting up for when Numenor gets swallowed into the sea, I assume. My problem is, it just sounds dumb.

9. Water drinking scene takes sooooooooo long. 

10. Oh no. Don’t kill THAT elf who I only just remembered we’ve actually met before. And he gets a choir to sing him into death? What about this feels earned?!

11. WHY DOES GALADRIEL TALK LIKE AN ANGSTY TEENAGER?! WHY DOES A MORTAL MAN HAVE INFINITELY MORE GRAVITAS AND WISDOM THAN HER?! I don’t know if the actress just can’t do passionate without sounding like a YA heroine or if it’s the writing. I think it’s both.

Regardless, I love Elendil and I want to punch Galadriel in the face. 

12. Where did Halbrand get money? I do like how they are setting up his character.

13. Halbrand fight scene is brutal.

14. The mark of Sauron is idiotic. Drawing a rough sketch of Mordor on random objects? What the freak is the point?

15. Cotton clumps in the Harfoots’ hair? Weird choice.

16.  The stupid “past is dead” line from the trailer is even dumber in the show. They’ve established Elendil as a man who values and honors the past. He knows how to speak Elven, he is an elf-friend, and he speaks up for old traditions. Then they give him this line? Writers, do you not see the contradiction in this?!

17. One: Impressive statue for a prison. Two: How is Galadriel allowed to wander down into the prison?

18. They better be setting Halbrand up to be Sauron, because if they’re trying to make him into this made-up knockoff Aragorn type, I am NOT here for it. 

19. Seriously, I do not understand Harfoot culture. They are all about community and sticking together. But they are also about if someone falls behind, screw them. They fall behind and we leave them. WHAT ABOUT THIS MAKES SENSE?! A guy has a hurt ankle. No one can help him? No one bands together to assist? This is so infuriatingly nonsensical, I’m going to go mad. 

20. Oh no. Don’t kill THAT elf whose name I never learned. (Side note: warg CGI was rough)

Okay, I am more intrigued. I have trouble looking away from this car crash. I’m curious what they’re going to do with Halbrand and this shadowy elf figure, and it might be enough to keep me going. Unless they return to more boring stuff. 

#rings of power #rings of power review #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #jrr tolkien #the ring speaks #anti rings of power

[000rion]

Chapter 2

Tears Fall Into The Sea

Masterlist

"You know how Ursa means bear? It's fitting that I end up with a Beast."

Ben Florian Beast x Ursa, daughter of Ursula (OC)

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide and depression

✧༝┉˚❋ ❋˚┉༝✧

The Isle of the Lost doesn't have suicide survivors. No one who loved them ever stopped them. Except for Ursa. She had Uma, and, later on, the pirate crew. So whenever Ursa went out, people would look at her wrists, looking for her scars. Mal and her crew aren't exceptions in that. 

Ursa just picks off sweets from the selection. 

Mal presses a button on a remote and the divider opens.

"Look!" Evie points to the front.

"It's a trap!" Carlos screams. Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay crowd together and cower. Ursa just stays still and wonders, 'Is this my time to die?' She isn't afraid of death anymore after she has spent time wishing for it so fervently. 

But, as it turns out, a golden bridge appears.

"It must be magic," Carlos marvels.

"Hey, did this little button just open up the magic barrier?" Mal taps the remote on the surface to get the driver's attention. 

"No, this one opens the magic barrier. That one opens my garage. And this button..." The driver presses a button that closes the divider.

"Okay. Nasty. I like that guy." Mal turns away from the driver and smirks to herself. Then, she finally notices Ursa again. She opens her mouth to say something, but Evie elbows her and shakes her head no. 

As if Ursa can't see her too. She turns to look out the window, occasionally getting sweets.

✧༝┉˚*❋ ❋*˚┉༝✧

Once Ursa steps out of the limousine, she looks around her, inwardly reveling at the blue skies above her, the greenery around her, and the band playing in front of her. She zones out the fighting of the boys and rubs the scar on her wrist.

"Welcome to Auradon prep. I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress." Wait, this is important. Ursa zones back in.

"The Fairy Godmother? As in 'Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo'?" Mal asks her.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi. You know it!" Fairy Godmother says.

"Yeah, I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella when you just appeared, out of nowhere, with that sparkly wand and warm smile and that sparkly wand." 

That's the second time she mentioned the 'sparkly wand'. What does she want to do with that wand?

Fairy Godmother takes Ursa out of her mind when she says, "That was a long time ago. And as I always say, 'Don't focus on the past or you'll miss the future.'"

The people behind her step forward. "It's so good to finally meet you all. I'm Ben."

"Prince Benjamin. Soon to be king," the girl pridefully says. 

"You had me at prince. My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess." Says Evie, but the girl replies, "The evil queen has no royal status here, and neither do you."

"This is Audrey," Ben says.

"Princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Right, Bennyboo?" Ursa feels bad for Ben.

"Ben and Audrey are going to show you all around, and I'll see you tomorrow. The doors of wisdom are never shut. But the library hours are from 8:00 to 11:00. And as you may have heard, I have a little thing about curfews," Fairy Godmother rambles. She walks away with the band following behind her.

"It is so, so, so good to finally me-meet you all." Ben goes down the line of VKs to offer each of them a handshake. "This is a momentous occasion, and one that I hope will go down in history... Is that chocolate? As the day our two peoples began to heal." While shaking Ursa's hand, he glances down at her wrist and frowns. He then looks at her with sad eyes.

Mal cuts the speech, "Or the day that you showed four people where the bathrooms are."

"A little bit over the top?" Ben asks her.

"A little more than a little bit." The two of them share a smile.

"Well, so much for my first impression," Ben says.

The moment Audrey speaks about Maleficent and such, Ursa tries to zone out again, but couldn't as Ben leads her to the side for a conversation.

"You know, we can give you help with your mental health problems, if you need it," he tells Ursa. 

She stares at him.

"It's just that," he continues, "I saw the cuts at your wrist. Did you do that to yourself?"

She nods after a pause.

"A-and do you still have thoughts of-of dying?" Ben asks her.

"...Yes." Ursa reluctantly answers.

"Then, let me refer you to psychologists and psychiatrists, they're doctors for your mind. I just want you to get some help."

As much as Ursa wants to say she doesn't need it, she wants to get help, to be able to live a better life.

"...Fine." 

Ben smiles at Ursa. It was the happiest and most genuine smile she ever saw. 

She can't help but stare.

After a moment, Ben turns to the others and says, "Okay! So, how about a tour? Yeah?" Ben starts walking and the others follow. Audrey hurries to Ben and links their arms. "Auradon Prep, originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father when he became king." 

He claps his hands, and the statue of the current king morphs into his beast form.  Carlos gets scared and jumps into Jay's arms.

"Carlos, It's okay. My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible."

"Does he shed much?" Mal jokes with him again.

"Yeah, mom won't let him on the couch." They share a smile once again.

"So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon? Like wands and things like that?" Says Mal.

Here she goes again with the wands. Knowing her and her mom, they probably want to take it. And maybe Mal's crew, too.

"Yeah, it exists of course, but It's pretty much retired. Most of us here are just ordinary mortals." Ben says.

"Who happened to be kings and queens," Mal says.

"That's true. Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years." And there Audrey goes again with royalty and such.

"Doug. Doug, come down." A boy in a band suit nears them. "This is Doug. He's going to help you with your class schedules and show you the rest of the dorms. I'll see you later, okay?" Ben looks at Ursa as if reassuring her of it. 

"And If there is anything you need, feel free to-"

"Ask Doug," Audrey interjects and drags Ben away.

"Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son. As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, and..." He sees Evie. "Heigh-ho."

"Evie. Evil queen's daughter," she says as she salaciously walks near him.

Doug shakes his head and says, "Okay. So about your classes, I, uh, put in the requirements already... history of woodsmen and pirates, safety rules for the Internet, and, uh, remedial goodness 101."

"Let me guess. New class? Come on, guys, let's go find our dorms," Mal says and goes up a set of stairs. Her crew follows her like little ducklings.

"Oh, uh, yeah, your dorms are that way, guys." Doug points at another set of stairs. 

✧༝┉˚*❋ ❋*˚┉༝✧

As Mal and Evie want to dorm together, Ursa gets stuck with another Auradonian. 

She extends her hand with a cheerful smile. "I'm Lonnie, Mulan's daughter."

Ursa stares at her quizzically but doesn't leave her hanging and shakes her hand. "Ursa, Ursula's daughter."

Lonnie goes to sit on a bed. "This is my bed, this is my bedside table, and that's my closet." She points to them. "That's your bed, your bedside table, and your closet. The rest are ours. Oh, and this is your key." Lonnie hands it to her. When Ursa extends her hand to take it, Lonnie shifts her gaze to her wrist.

"Oh." Lonnie looks like she's about to cry. "What happened? Did you do that to yourself?" 

Ursa widens her eyes, realizing her mistake, and retracts her arm.

"Oh!" Lonnie stands and hugs her. "If you need anything, anything at all, you can go to me, alright? You can talk to me about anything; this is a safe space."

Ursa just stands there awkwardly, stunned by the action. No one on the Isle hugs a near stranger. In fact, she's pretty sure only the crew hugs each other in the Isle, when no one outside the crew is there.

This is going to be interesting.

#Ben Beast #Ben Florian #Ben Florian Beast #Descendants #Mal Bertha #Evie Grimhilde #Jay #Uma #Harry Hook #Gil #descendants fic #carlos de ville

[the-whatcherof-89]

Slimecicle AKA “five-eyes” Charlie Burgers.

CR 16 N Humanoid

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter) Squole Druid 6 (Urban druid) Slime lord 10

Neutral Good Medium Ooze, humanoid Init +2; Senses Perception +17

AC 35, touch , flat-footed (+2 Dex, +4 shield, +3 deflection, +2 natural, +7 armor) hp 150 (16d8+32)

Fort +15, Ref +12, Will +20

Speed 30 ft. Melee Earthen flail+14 1d10+3+1d6 acid. Ranged Shortbow+15 1d6+2 (with+1 arrows)

Racial Boneless, Blind, Blindsight, Elemental resistance (acid), Humanoid ooze.

Traits Civilized (+1 knowledge local and nobility), Dependent (if you fail a diplomacy check, you are shaken for one hour).

Class features Spontaneous casting (alternate), Nature bond (Community domain), Wild empathy, Lore keeper, Resist temptation, A thousand faces, Ooze whisperer, Summon Ooze (tar jelly, emerald ooze, Ochre jelly, Black pudding), Slime shot 4/day, Acid resistance +5, Amorphous body, Ooze traits. 

Spellcasting CL16 DC19 spells per day 4/7/6/6/6/6/4/4/3

Str 12, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 28, Cha 12

Base Atk +11; CMB +12; CMD +24

Feats Liquefy, Evade grasp, Honed senes, Cosmopolitan - Draconic, Acquan, Knowledge (Dungeoneering), Stealth, Augment summoning, Natural spell, Master crafter, Divine interference.

Skills Climb +5, Craft(Alchemy) +6, Diplomacy +7, Fly +6, Handle animal +5, Heal +13, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +8, (Geography) +4, (History) +7, (Local) +7, (Nature) +13, (Nobility) +7, Perception +17, Profession(Gambler) +13, Ride +6, Spellcraft +11, Survival +17, Swim +5

Languages Common, Druidic, Draconic, Aquan.

Combat gear Ring of protection+3, Amulet of natural armor+2, Warden of the woods, Slick Darkwood shield+3, Dusty rose ioun stone, Staff of heaven and earth, Corrosive Earthenflail+2, Short bow+1, 50+1 arrows, Headband of inspired wisdom+6, Deliquescent gloves, Robes of resistance+3, Jellyfish cape, Slippers of cloudwalking, Tome of wisdom+2 (used), Bag of holding type II, Wand of summon nature’s ally II, 2 Scrolls of reverse gravity, Ring of jumping, Potions: 4 Cure critical wounds, 2 Meld with stone, 2 Magic fang greater, 4 Protection from energy (fire), Druid’s kit, Alchemist laboratory, 14 GP. 

Background Slimecicle is a really unique slime: he has evolved by observing and absorbing emotional events occurring in Las Nevadas when Quackity decided to build the casino. After a long unspecified time, he gained a sort of human-like sentience although it remained a little meek. Meeting the Big Q changed his world and granted him the understanding on how to be “human”(or at least in part). However, this relationship was cut short as Quackity was betrayed by Purpled and pushed the poor green boy into a lava pool. With a very little time available, Slimecicle said his (apparent) goodbye to to his adoptive father: “Thank you for showing me what it was like to be human. Maybe I almost was.” as he dissipated into lava. After the event, Quackity succeeded at retrieving what was left of him and Charlie went into a coma-like state. At some point, he started to wander, without aim and almost without a thought. He kept going unable to understand his surroundings: a world without form, smell or sound. While traveling, something washed over him like a raging flood of thoughts: “You wish to make a legacy for you and your friend? I can grant this wish. All you have to do is simple: find me. He has already accepted.” Slime, barely conscious, dragged himself over and tumbled down only to find himself changed and again… himself? “Quackity from Las Nevadas? Are you there? Can you dap me up?” But silence was the only answer in the middle of a strange ruined city in the middle of a forest canyon… filled with slimes of all sorts and shapes. “Well, at least i am close to my kindred.” Slimecicle observed the outside, a place unknown to him. “My wish that becomes true? It is something too big bear for one person only…” Suddenly, it came to his mind, the voice said that “he accepted”. Quackity? Someone else? And yes, it was a HUGE burden. A few moments later, he was running outside the ruins across the grass plains. “Wait for me strange voice from nowhere! I am going to lessen that burden from that person, whoever that is he shan’t be alone!” 

BTW i forgot to mention that a slime folk race does not exist on pathfinder original books and this race comes from a 3rd party book:

Remarkable Races: Compendium of Unusual PC Races, Pathway to Adventure Edition. Copyright 2009, Alluria Publishing; Author: J. Matthew Kubisz

Link for the image https://mobile.twitter.com/redtailfins/status/1349947695419465730

#minecraft #dream smp #slimecicle #pathifnder #roleplay game #slimecicle fanart