#packs swan queen | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

iveleftitwithyou · 10 days

Text

adjustment | edward cullen x reader

hey besties!!! this is me finally (partially) fulfilling the request for reader visiting Bella from Arizona and becoming Edward's mate! i really tried to keep this in one part but it's definitely going to end up being two or three because i write too much. writing Edward is difficult when you're not a 108-year-old brooding man, so i hope i did him justice. anyways, hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

------

it was a dreary day in Forks, like it almost always is. the patter of raindrops on the windows, the whir of the espresso makers, and the quiet chatter of the baristas and other patrons made the small coffee shop a popular place when the skies decided to open up on the small town.

Edward was sat at a small two-person table in the back corner of the shop, back to the wall as he alternated between reading his copy of Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time and people-watching. it was all so interesting to him - the way the humans gossiped about their least favorite coworker or vented about their relationship issues. he wasn’t necessarily interested in the actual stories they told, but in the gravity of them. these issues were so small, so easily solvable, and he chuckled internally as he wished that Jennifer from accounting not leaving him alone in the break room was his biggest problem.

a soft chime rang through the small shop as the door opened and a figure ducked in quickly, obviously trying to find solace from the rain in the warm structure - Isabella Swan. he knew her from school - she was part of Mike Newton’s pack. pretty, but unremarkable, like all of her peers. the other girls in the pack, Jessica and Angela, evoked the same feeling as Isabella (and the rest of the school, for that matter) did: disinterest. he didn’t care to read her thoughts as she began to decide her order.

Edward often considered his sibling’s relationships; Rosalie and Emmett were a perfect match, the stereotypical beauty queen and jock. and Alice and Jasper were perfect for each other (of course, Alice knew that from the beginning). but he was all alone. it periodically crossed his mind that he should feel sad about this, but he never did - not until the coffee shop door opened again and she walked in.

she couldn’t have gone to school with him - he was sure he would have noticed her. the girl slowly closed the coffee shop door, looking relieved when her eyes found Isabella standing near the counter.

relieved?

it was at that moment that Edward realized there was a complete lack of thoughts coming from her. he watched as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, staring at the chalkboard menu posted above the register. it was apparent the girl was having thoughts, he just couldn’t hear them. Edward tried his best to focus solely on the girl, to hear anything from her, but he continued to come up short. how could this be?

he observed as the girl ordered, smiling at the cashier and handing him a stack of one-dollar bills. he handed her the change, and she dropped it all in the tip jar below. she and Isabella retreated to a small table to wait for their drinks, chatting about people with names Edward didn’t recognize.

“did you hear that Chelsea Kennedy is pregnant?” the unfamiliar girl gossipped, leaning in as she spoke.

“what? who’s kid is it? Tyler Fisher’s?”

“that’s the thing - it’s actually his brother Zach’s!” the sound of the girls’ laughter filled his ears as he eavesdropped. it was hard to do when you have stronger hearing than most.

he still couldn’t get a read on her. Isabella’s mind was alive with visions of the three protagonists of their conversation, picturing the pregnant girl and who he assumed was the brother holding hands in the hallways of what seemed to be her old high school. still, nothing from the other girl.

maybe he just needed to be closer to her. he’d never needed proximity before, but he was more willing to hold onto hope that that would be the solution than admit that his gift didn’t work on this one girl.

before he knew it, he was up from his chair, approaching the table. “Isabella? i’m sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if i could ask you a question about the Romeo and Juliet essay for Mr. Banner’s class?”

“it’s just Bella, but, um, sure- yeah, what’s up?” she was stunned that he was speaking to her. she was well aware that he rarely initiated conversation with anyone. why is he talking to me? does he think i’m cute? oh god, my hair is probably so messed up from the rain. i hope he doesn’t think-

he cut her thoughts off, patience wearing thin as he still heard nothing from the girl across the table. “i was just wondering if you thought symbolism was a strong enough literary device for me to discuss in my essay. i’ve been going back and forth between that and foreshadowing.” he put on his best human-pleasing voice and smile, maintaining eye contact with Isabella. of course, he knew there was plenty of symbolism in the play, and he would have no problem writing about it for the essay.

“there’s a lot of symbolism in the play. i think you should go with that.” she replied simply, thoughts still reeling as Edward tried to ignore them. finally, he thought, he was able to turn his attention to the other girl.

“i’m sorry, let me introduce myself, i didn’t mean to be rude. my name is Edward Cullen. i haven’t seen you around here before. what is your name?” the same human-pleasing demeanor was on full display now.

the girl blushed in - embarrassment? shame? nervousness? he didn’t know, and it was killing him. “my name is y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”

“ah, y/n. that’s a beautiful name. how do you know Bella?” he remembered to call her the right name this time. of course, he had already figured out the pair likely went to school together before Isabella moved to Forks, but he figured he should let her tell him that.

“we went to high school together in Phoenix. my parents are moving to Japan for a year for my dad’s work, so i’m staying with her and Charlie until they get back.”

“you didn’t want to go with them?” he didn’t mean to pry, but he couldn’t help wanting to know more about her. he couldn’t gather anything from her head, so he had to verbalize his curiosities, which was mildly infuriating.

“no, i like it in america. plus i missed Bella.” she didn’t make eye contact, fidgeting with the corner of her paperback copy of The Great Gatsby.

“i see. that’s a great choice in book, by the way,” he smiled insincerely, deep in thought as he excused himself from the conversation. “well, i have to get going, but it was great to meet you. i guess i’ll see you around.”

with that, he returned to his corner table, packing up his things hastily and exiting the shop.

#edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen fanfic #twilight #the twilight saga #fanfic #fanfiction #midnight sun

25 notes · View notes

midnightmuffingay · 1 year

Text

Rating the pets of EAH based on what is on the EAH wiki and my limited knowledge:

Adelita - Rosabella's butterfly. I have never heard of this. Also apparently Adelita translates to 'noble'?? 3/10 I don't think it suits her and also how do you keep a butterfly as a pet.

Barber - Poppy's squirrel monkey. I guess squirrel monkeys are cute and I can see it as a pet for her but I have yet again no memory of this. 5/10

Clipper - Holly's lion cub. Apparently it is 'charmed' to stay a cub forever?? Don't know how that work or why she has a lion or why she would name it Clipper?? there are better names girl. 3/10

Carmine - Cerise's dire wolf. Okay so technically they're part of the same pack or something but it's the daughter of Littler Red Riding Hood and the big Bad Wolf. You can't go wrong with giving her a wolf friend whose name is another shade of red. 6/10

Carrolloo - Kitty's caterpillar. A sneaky little guy. From what we saw of him he compliments Kitty's personality and you know, a caterpillar with a wonderlandian? It's not like I can be mad. 6/10

Clockwork - Cedar's wooded cuckoo. Okay I do actually like this a lot. Even if we never really saw him it's a great concept for her pet to be wooden like her. Especially when you consider it would probably have to been made specifically for her. I love it 8/10

Clydesdale - Farrah's pet mouse. Don't recall and there are better mice. 2/10

Divacorn - Briar's unicorn. Absolutely slayed so hard I don't care about the name which is an astonishing feat. I mean of course Briar would have a pink unicorn it just makes sense. 8/10

Drake - Hopper's dragonfly. Drake. 2/10 Only getting extra points because it is a literal DRAGONfly. He breathes fire.

Earl Grey - Maddie's dormouse. Perfection. Best dressed of all of the pets. Is a silly little guy with a silly little hat that lives in her hat. Impeccable. 10/10

Gala - Apple's snow fox. Gala is a great name just because of the fact this it is not only a type of apple but also a fancy party. Very royal, on brand, like to curl around her neck. Iconic. 8/10

Grizz - Blondie's baby bear. Blondie. Girlie. You are a reporter. Please get original. A bear for goldilocks' daughter is fine but it's just like. I'm bored girl. You can do better. 3/10

Jelly - Ginger's gummy fish. I. Love this. A sentient gummy fish she accidentally made? So iconic I'll ignore the basic name. It's like naming your goldfish 'Goldie'. Anyway, I love the concept, love the execution. 8/10

King Benedict - Humphrey's chicken. No. 2/10 for egg related name.

Mr. Cottonhorn - Dexter's jackalope. Guys. Guys. look at him.

He's just a little guy. 10/10.

Moustro - Melody's rat. I like the idea and the pun name but I feel like I'd need to see a picture to be impressed. 5/10

Nevermore - Raven's dragon. There is no need for discussion. 10/10

P-Hawk - Daring's peacock. I think I remember him being kind of terrible so uh 1/10 because Daring I don't think that's how you say peacock honey.

Pesky - Hunter's squirrel. I love how even though they're like enemies they have the same haircut and Pesky has a little acorn bag that Hunter definitely made for him. Lives up to his name. 7/10

Philia - Cupid's Pegasus. Apparently 'Philia' is one of the ancient greek words for love that is often translated to friendship. soooo, even though I didn't know about her she gets a 6/10 because I think that's sweet.

Pirouette - Duchess's swan. Queen. Icon. Slay. Need I say more? 10/10

Sandella - Ashlynn's phoenix. The fact that Ashlynn has a phoenix because it rises from the ashes is so hardcore and I love it. Even if her name is Sandella. 7/10

Shuffle - Lizzie's hedgehog. The bestest and cutest little croquet ball. I don't have much to say but love you dearly. 7/10

Sir Gallopad - Darling's horse. He can change colour and camouflage which is THE coolest thing. Horsegirl Darling. 8/10 Also Daring officially has the worst pet out of the Charming siblings.

Spindle - Faybelle's pomeranian. Of course an evil fairy you have such an unassuming evil little dog. And of course she named it after her evil destiny. Iconic. 8/10.

269 notes · View notes

chuckwon · 1 year

Text

Concept: Jack Kline was turned into an Ostium

And looking at how the Ostium was used in the season finale further underscores what will be needed in the future for the story to move forward, and for Jack and his family to heal.

Let's go through it:

LATA: Our box has a name. They call it the Ostium.

CARLOS: Oh. Latin for "an opening in the body." What, didn't any of you guys ever go to Sunday School? ...So is that thing organic? Is it a mouth or... [chuckles] any other kind of hole?

LATA: Let's just stick with a mouth, please.

ADA: So this box eats monsters?

–SPNWIN 1x07, "Reflections"

–––

ADAM: It's one of my ribs, dude. Everything can contain the spark of the divine, but this puppy? It's packing enough punch to create life. Or, in your case, destroy God.

SERAFINA: Jack, making your vessel strong, reclaiming your human soul, it was... it was all preparing you for this.

JACK: What'll it do to me?

ADAM: Start an elemental chain reaction. It fuses your soul and your grace into a... Like a...

SERAFINA: Metaphysical supernova.

DEAN: Meaning what?

ADAM: You'll collapse into a living black hole for divine energy. One nothing can escape—not the darkness, not God himself. But once it starts... you can't stop it. So, don't use 'til game time. You dig?

–SPN 15x17, "Unity"

–––

Dean: All that prep work we did to turn Jack here into a cosmic bomb? Oh. Well, it turned him into sort of a power vacuum. He's been sucking up bits of power all over the place.

–SPN 15x19, "Inherit the Earth"

–––

"A living black hole for divine energy" / "a power vacuum" is akin to how the Ostium functions. (And remember that Chuck orchestrated this outcome.)

The final step of Jack's transformation in 15x17 and the way the Ostium is activated are also similar:

Adam's rib, containing extra "spark of the divine," was placed in Jack's palm and he absorbed its power. After his initial explosion outward, Jack was then turned into a vessel that acted as a vacuum for divine power.

When an item was placed on the Ostium–like a rock from the Akrida's world–it absorbed the item, which determines what powerful beings the box "eats" and where it sends those beings when activated.

Both Jack and the Ostium were also wielded as weapons.

Which, of course, this show condemns explicitly:

LATA: So you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon?

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

And, with Joan / the Akrida Queen, we saw what happened to a hunter who absorbed monster essence: she became corrupted.

JOAN: What I decided was that the monsters weren't the problem, kid. Mankind is the problem. They always need saving. And Hunters are the ones who end up paying the price with our lives. And then what do these rescued humans do with their precious second chance at life? They waste it… kill each other, beat each other down, destroy our planet. Monsters have it right. Humans are nothing more than food.

LATA: Is that you talking? Or is it the monster essence that's powering you?

MARY: The monster essence drove her mad. She became so obsessed with making sure that Hunters were protected, and she believed the only way to do that was to wipe out everyone who needed saving.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

(Joan is also a dark mirror for Dean, but that's a separate meta topic entirely.)

With how Jack is acting in 15x19 and the SPNWIN finale (and as part of Chuck Won as a concept), something seems to be wrong with him along those lines.

So in regards to the Ostium, what was the solution the team used in the season finale? What did they need to defeat the Akrida Queen?

ADA: The Queen is about to sing her swan song. We can't rewind this tape here.

CARLOS: Wait. What if we could rewind the tape? Metaphysically speaking, if you know what I mean.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

–––

CARLOS: Well, whatever you feed it creates a portal connected to that object. So we fed it the rock, and it was able to shoot the Akrida back to their world.

MILLIE: So, if we feed it the journal and trace the sigils in reverse, the Ostium can bring here whatever was tied to the journal... the Mystery Man, if he's even alive.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

They reversed the polarity of the Ostium to try to summon Dean, which required using the journal–something “personal” and “clearly connected” to him, as Mary said at one point.

Now, of course, the result when they used it on the Ostium was that it gave the team the Impala rather than Dean for plot reasons. However, the point holds: Dean's journal was the key to metaphysically rewinding the tape and getting the Ostium to release / return what it had absorbed.

That journal was filled with Dean's thoughts, which we got throughout the show in the form of the story he's telling / narrating. They're the healing lessons repeatedly demonstrated by the 1972 gang that Dean has to use in his own life to free himself from the trap he's in, break the cycle of violence, and get his own happy ending.

So, follow the through-line:

The Ostium and Jack are seemingly similar. Just like Dean's journal was used to reverse the Ostium and get it to release/return what it absorbed... The lessons inside of Dean's journal are what’s needed to reverse the polarity of Jack’s transformation, getting Jack to release the God power he absorbed too.

And what are those lessons in Dean's journal? Ah, well, that's what The Winchesters (the story Dean is telling) is dedicated to showing and telling us. That's the function of the entire show.

To highlight a few mirroring moments relevant to the topic at hand:

TONY: You're scared of your own son?

ADA: I'm not scared of you. I... you are my son, and I love you.

TONY: If you love me, you would've told me the truth.

[...]

ADA: I... was wrong to lie to you about who you are, and I was even more wrong for not believing in you. I know you're not your father. You're not the worst parts of him. You're not the worst parts of me. You're just... you're my... You're Tony.

–SPNWIN 1x05, "Legend of a Mind"

----

MAC (possessing John): Why did you give up on me?

TRACY: I didn't know how to help you. I was scared.

MAC: I was scared too. I needed my family by my side.

TRACY: I know it's about ten years too late... but I'm here now, and I am so sorry.

LATA: It's not too late, Mac. You can still break the cycle.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

–––

MARY: Because I still want to get out of hunting. I really do. But it's not gonna be at your expense.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

–––

Mutual honesty, apologies, and forgiveness between Dean and Jack are the vital place where they must start. After all... Jack went through with his transformation and later with the corrupting absorption of God power simply because he was desperately trying to earn Dean's forgiveness, something that was repeatedly emphasized throughout season 15. The cycle remained intact instead of broken, and that's why they lost.

So saying that they need to reverse the polarity... What does that mean? It means that their family needs to have emotional release for there to then be the cosmic release of God power, so that that power can be put back out into the universe and no longer have personhood.

Only then will they break the cycle of violence and be able to be free of Chuck's influence once and for all.

You don't need Jack and Ostium parallels to understand and know this about the story. But I do think it's neat, further enhances the overall themes, and once again supports the fact that a Chuck won plot / what happened to Jack was deliberately being centralized! :)

#the winchesters #spnwin meta #the winchesters meta #chuck won meta #chuck won theory #jack kline #spnwin finale #spnwin 1x13 #the ostium #chuck won truthing #me actually posting meta??? it's a fucking miracle #hi everyone I've been learning video editing so I haven't been writing all the meta pieces I still want to do about this show smh #my meta

114 notes · View notes

hobisstar · 2 years

Text

Dance For Us | Yandere OT7! X Female Dance Instructor! Reader. Short but Sweet.

Summary: Being the dance instructor for the biggest group of the 21st century seems to be a dream come true! Y/N has been BTS’s choreographer since they debuted, They all have become the best of friends since then. Of course with love there comes the random urges to to protect… right?

Warning: Stalking, controlling, overprotective, soft Yandere theme, Drugging as in putting laxative in a drink to make the tummy upset.

A/N: ahh!! I’m on a role if you ask me personally. I’ve been releasing so much for you all and this is just out of the random thoughts. Please do not STEAL. ILL KNOW. This will be my last Yandere for awhile, eh it kinda starts take a toll on ya a little. Enjoy!

“I can’t fucking get this!” The back up dancer shouted out of stress. “Please come show me again.” He cried out. Y/N chuckled and went over and helped him.

Ah, the joy of being a constructor. Y/N, Namjoon, Hobi, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and the back up dancers have been practicing since 5am. It was currently 5pm, oh boy were they all so tired. The boys were having a comeback soon, Persona 7. They need dances for Black Swan and ON and of course Y/N was the first one that they thought of when it came to figuring out a choreography. Jungkook basically shouted her name when he heard they need choreo. “Y/N! She will be perfect, i mean she is perfect, her dancing is just as wonderful as ours. We should be thanking her for even making us the best dancers.” He stated happily talking about her, which made the rest of the members laugh and smile. Gosh, they all loved her so much. It was starting to get out of hand though. When they all first met when they were younger , of course it was okay to invite her to places with them and text her and add her on social medias and all that other first step friendship shit. But, it got to the point where they started stalking her. Yoongi was in charge of location. He had a tracking device on her phone, even when she got a new one he some how managed to but it to where they can forever see her location. Namjoon was in charge in keeping her safe, well, he was in charge of basically watching her when she went out on her own. Yoongi had the location so he could just send it to him and he’d be on his way on his bike cautiously watching her from afar. Jin was in charge of buying her groceries. She was as busy as them though they preferred that she only made dances for them, it didn’t work like that. Y/N being so busy she would forget to but food for her home and even eat sometimes. He made sure their was food for her no matter where she was or what the situation was. Hoseok was in charge of cleaning her home. This is something he offered to do since he wanted something to do outside of his public life. That’s it. Lastly, the maknae line was in charge in spoiling her with gifts, love, clothes, sometimes even fancy lingerie. They all played a part in her life. That’s how they made it and that’s how they will keep it.

“Okay guys! That’s it for today thank you for coming to practice! Go home get the must needed rest and be back here tomorrow the same time!” Y/N spoke into her microphone she bought so everyone could hear her without happening to yell. She smiled and waved seeing everyone pack up and soon leave. She turned to her 6 devils and smiled but she wondered where Jungkook was. As soon as she was about to walk over to them she felt someone lick her up and carry her. “Y/N honey, you know we rather you not move a muscle.” Jungkook stated carrying her over to the rest of the group. She chuckled and nodded not complaining she was tired so not walking was fine to her. Hoseok looks up and smiles once he sees the two walking over to them. “ Ah! It’s our dancing queen! You looks so tired.” He pouted. “ you should get going to get rest” Yoongi stated. “ yeah! You look drained. We don’t like our munchkin being so drained.” Taehyung said shaking his head. “ You havent ate have you?” Jin asked and jumped up to go make her plate of whatever was left of the food that catered them. Namjoon chuckled watching everyone get so worried about her being so tired. Jimin said nothing since he was Examining her tired state. “ you are still so beautiful, even with bags under your eyes, princess.” Jimin stated and smiled.

She blushed at all their questions. then it hit her. She has a friend dinner to go to! Kang Yeosang, a close friend of hers, from the group ATEEZ, who she also choreographed for from time to time, invited her to the groups dinner. Of course she said she didn’t want to be a bother since everytime she was with them she was always the center of attention, kinda like with BTS. Of course Yeosang insisted that she went since the guys and himself haven’t seen her in such a long time. Snapping back to reality she spoke “ Actually, I have somewhere to be guys.” She smiled thinking of her other group of friends. “I’m hanging out with ATEEZ-“

“That group full of guys?!”

“ since when were you all so close?!”

“Reschedule!”

“You promised we’d have a movie night tonight!”

“You need rest!”

“Princess! They dont deserve your time!”

“I’m not letting you go hang out with another group of guys!”

She shook her head and covered her face as they all came at her at once. She sighed. “Namjoon, you all are also a group full of guys. We’ve been close for awhile, Taehyung. I can’t reschedule, Yoongi, I promised I’d go to dinner with them. I know I said that Jin but we can always watch movies after I get back or tomorrow . Hoseok I’ll get rest when I get back. Jimin they need my time just like you all do. And lastly Jungkook, even if I weren’t going anywhere you’d still hold me like I was some little baby.” She jumped out of Jungkook’s arms fighting him a little since he had a grip on her. Y/N went to her bag. “You guys act like you are my only friends. YALL do this all the time, it’s so expected now. I just want to hang out with me just the same about of time I do with yo-“

They all stand up and sigh. “Y/N you know the rules..” oh right, Y/N forgot about those…rules that they set in 2016.

She huffed. “Please just this one time this month..” Basically, they all agreed that since they all were so busy, they could only go out twice a month if it wasn’t work related. She had already went out once to go visit her family. Of course, they knew but she didn’t need to know that. Jin laughed and she looked at him with a confused face. “We know this isn’t your first time going out this month, princess.”

Y/N froze and had to think quickly. “N-No i didnt this would be my first time.”

“Come on Y/N, if this was 2016 you’d barley be able to foul us. But you definitely can’t do that now. You went to go visit that crappy family of yours 2 weeks ago,” Namjoon stated and pulled out his phone showing the location app which showed how many times she left. “H-How do you have my location? Since when have you had it? Why?” She asked in fear. Y/N was about to back up but Jimin grabbed her gently and put her in the middle. “Now now princess~. We have your location for safety reasons. We could never afford you to get hurt by any creep out there. We have to protect you my dear.” Yoongi stated and tapped her head softly as if she was a pet. “This isn’t like you guys..” she mumbled which caused Taehyung to laugh and Hobi to chuckle. “ oh baby you’ve been so blind.” Hobi sat down and pulled her down with him. “We’ve been like this from the jump baby. We knew you are so fragile like a baby. So easily able to believe whatever we say, do, or even feed you.” He calmly admitted.

“What did you do?!” She shouted and that made Jimin giggle. “ oh princess if we were going to harm you we would have done it already dont you think? No, we just drugged the dancers to have a stomachache so they won’t be able to come in tomorrow for practice. So all of us, including you, will be the only ones to come to practice tomorrow. We wanted you to ourselves and we are even surprised it worked out in our favor.” “Plus those ATEEZ guys weren’t going to be there. I told them you canceled because we had to do late practice.” Jungkook stretched and happily smiled at her. “We can have our own dinner!”

“No..” Y/N said and stood up. “ I’m not having dinner with you all. You’ve been stalking me for six years now and you think I’m about to be happy and want to eat with you all? Have you lost your rabbit mind? I can’t believe you all invaded my privacy! And you think that’s cool? Or cute? That’s fucking sick!” She couldn’t take the facts she just got and then them pretending everything was just peachy. How could they? How could they do this and be so calm as if it was a normal everyday thing?

“Are you calling us sick? Well, princess hate break it to you. It’s your fault. You made each and everyone one of us this way. We tried not to get this way and maybe just be like family figures to you, or just simply friends. But that didn’t work one bit. We just had to get closer to you. It’s a wonderful story to tell to someone one day.” Yoongi spoke softly. Even after her calling them weird and sick. They were all calm and yet understanding I mean they knew this would be her reaction. When their little angel was in danger or scared she usually reacted like this. It was a natural reaction. How would you react when you find out your closest best friends were your stalkers? You wouldn’t be so excited.

“You’ll get used to us sooner or later, Y/N. It’s not that hard. You’ll get used to schedule and the constant eye on you.”

“We are just trying to protect you from danger baby…”

While they were trying to reassure her, Y/N was literally going through it. She didn’t not understand what made them like this. Why did they act like that, when did they start acting like that? Fear, was one thing to feel but one thing that unsettled her was… Have they always been watching her? Oh gosh, she feared the worst was to happen or has already happened. Once she snapped out of her day dream, they were all up and ready to practice som more.

“Alright Princess, Dance for us.” Jimin spoke with the most shit eating grin.

#bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts fic #bts x reader #bts yandere #bts jimin #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts jungkook #bts ot7 #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim Taehyung #jeon jungkook #psycho!bts

313 notes · View notes

sssammich · 3 months

Note

one word swan queen prompt: "Snow"

(see what i did there.... is it winter themed? is it Emma's annoying mother?? is it something unexpected from your galaxy writer brain???)

XD luv ya bestieeeeeee

lol no galaxy writer brain here but i do have an update to ritual fic.

if you wanna read on ao3

otherwise, here's ch 1

---

Storybrooke, Maine is not exempt from the dirty piles of snow that accumulate after trucks go through the streets and plow them off the road. The snow is never ending, pouring out of the sky like a broken machine. For days now, fat flakes of snow descend from the heavens, blanketing any and every inch of whatever has been cleared the day before.

Still, Emma shoves her feet in her snow boots donning only loose black sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie before making her way to the garage to retrieve the snow shovel. She grips the shovel while the other presses the garage door button, the metal cranking of the door rising fills the quiet stillness of the morning. It squeaks and it screeches and Emma notes to herself to get some grease to put on there.

Carefully, she maneuvers around the parked Mercedes Benz and begins the first dig. She clears the path with a small ‘hup’ as she exhales and chucks the shoveled snow out of the way, a growing snow mound on the perimeter of the driveway. All too soon, she works up a sweat, her hands reddening from both the cold and the exertion, her breath visible as she tows herself back and forth.

Before long, she has cleared half of the driveway and is making her way towards the walking path to the front door. She quickly surveys her progress and wipes the sweat off her brow with the back of her sleeve. She doesn’t know how long it takes her to do this; only focuses on the way her muscles strain and stretch with each shovel, with each dig. It is as meditative as it is repetitive and it gives her body purpose despite the tempest of her thoughts.

She takes a small break and inspects her work thus far, her gaze not quite landing towards the front window where she can just make out a shadowy figure.

She returns to her task, her mind wandering once more. Emma is exploring unknown territory having accepted the offer to move into the mansion. She is happy to live in the same place as her son, the back and forth shuffling of shared custody taking a much deserved respite after all that’s gone on. She is happy to carve out space for herself instead of whittling herself down to fit whatever space is available.

She enjoys leaving work on time in time for regular dinners, happy to close out the workday at her desk knowing what waits for her at home.

All of these, she favors more than where she’d been in the past. The mansion is very much Regina’s house, without question, but she does not feel temporary, like an outsider, like a trespasser.

However.

However, what she struggles to contend with is the limbo space she has found herself in as of late. One that blurs the lines that she’d drawn for herself when she accepted Regina’s offer to make her temporary stay more permanent.

“It’s not too much of a leap, dear. But I won’t stop you if you need to find your own space. Just know that you have a place here,” Regina said, pausing her stirring of that night’s dinner and turning to face Emma sitting at the far end of the counters. She’d placed the spatula on the holder before docking her hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly and studying Emma. For her part, Emma tried her best not to squirm under Regina’s gaze.

“Alright. Can I let you know soon?” she asked, flashing a lopsided grin just as Regina smiled at her warmly in return.

“Whenever you want.”

So here she is now, heaving a large chunk of packed snow and swinging, until it hits the top of the existing snow hill and breaks into hundreds of tiny pieces. She grunts and breathes hard, resting against the ground and her arm against the handle. The walking path is clear now, and she can return to the remainder of the driveway.

Despite the cold weather, Emma has shed herself of her hoodie and wrapped it around her waist until all she’s left in is her black tank top. The cool, crisp air a welcomed sensation on her heated skin.

While she resumes shoveling the driveway, she doesn’t immediately turn towards the soft click of the door to the garage opening, nor the padding sounds of boots approaching.

She angles her body away just slightly under the guise of her shoveling efforts, waiting.

“Emma.”

She bites the smile threatening to swallow her face whole before she turns her head. Only when Regina comes into view that she draws herself back up, propping the shovel up and resting her weight on it. “Hey, morning. Oh, careful you don’t slip.”

She holds a hand up to catch Regina, if she slips or falls, but she never does. She is as graceful and poised on snow as she is on dry land.

“Thank you.” The corner of Regina’s lips quirk upwards, the scar on the top of her lip moving slightly. “Thought you might like to have some breakfast.”

Emma glances down to find a rolled pancake wrapped in wax paper in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other as Regina stands right in front of her. She observes that the coffee is the exact shade of brown she likes, no doubt from the perfect ratio of cream Regina has added. If she takes a sip now, she knows it'll have the right amount of sugar just to her liking.

She arches a brow at the offered food, but Regina shrugs, almost defeatedly. That brings an amused smirk on Emma’s face.

“Henry insists that the pancake is better this way. Something about syrup density.”

“Well, he’s not wrong,” she says, slowly taking the food out of Regina’s hands. Without any more prompting, she takes a healthy bite.

Regina grimaces before sighing. “Please stop teaching our son terrible eating habits.”

“It can’t be terrible when it’s clearly genius.”

She continues scarfing down the rolled pancake, alternating sips with her coffee. Regina wraps herself in her arms, her focus shifting around her driveway, seemingly inspecting Emma’s work.

“You know, there’s more snow coming overnight,” she announces needlessly. Emma is more than aware that there is another week of heavy snow forecasted for them.

“I know.”

“Yet you still do it.”

“If I don't, who will?” she asks, testing. The answer, of course, is Regina will. If Emma didn't do it, Regina’s magic can easily melt all of the snow on her property before Emma can even think it.

It’s not about the snow. It's not about the magic.

“You’ll be late to work if you don’t hurry along.”

“It’s fine. I have it in with the boss. She won’t get too mad if I’m a few minutes late.”

“Is that so?”

She doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, she polishes off the now empty mug of coffee and places it back in Regina’s hands; the coolness of her knuckles grazing against the warmth of Regina’s fingers.

“I have it on good authority.”

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Just a feeling,” she shrugs.

Emma chooses to participate in the same song and dance with Regina if only to make sense of the steps she’s making—if it will lead to anything. If it will lead to anything more.

“I wouldn't be too sure of that.” Regina hums, thoughtful. Emma just offers her another toothy grin before returning to her task, flexing her arms just so as she shovels a particularly dense section of snow.

“Thanks for breakfast.”

Emma catches Regina from the corner of her eye and simply stands there without moving. She shovels three more times before she sees movement, Regina trekking back into the garage. She’s just about to fully turn to her shoveling when Regina glances back at her.

Wickedly, she smirks at Emma and waves her fingers.

A small rumble fills the air until a small avalanche of the snow on the roof drops straight down and covers the driveway that Emma had just finished clearing.

Her jaw drops, but she can’t get too upset when she hears the melodic lilt of Regina’s amused laugh filtering out from the garage and to her ears.

She takes a deep breath and starts shoveling again.

#swan queen #emma x regina #swen #chapter update #samfic #ok thanks for reading bye #replies #waknatious

14 notes · View notes

seravphs · 2 years

Text

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — PRINCE! OIKAWA X READER

Masquerades are about deceit. In a world built on spun sugar and gems the size of fists, very little can be trusted to be what it appears to be at first glance.

wc — 1.4k

The prince is watching you. Of course, on second thought, it’s unlikely that he would at all - you’re just a common peasant girl among the crowd, waiting for the king to deliver whatever oh-so-important speech he has today that required everyone in the realm to be packed like sardines into the tiny courtyard below his balcony. From that height, all the little bodies scattered below turn into smears of blue and red and green, reduced to scraps of colored fabric.

But he’s looking, and you can’t shake the feeling that it’s at you, even as you, flustered, turn away to hide your face. When the ceremony ends - long hours of standing on your feet just to hear the king drone on and on - you melt into the crowd and disperse. One of many.

You don’t know how you might have caught the royal eye, but you’d prefer to stay separate.

Your preferences, however, do not hold the same weight as royalty. A little side effect of being a common peasant girl.

A heavy armored hand clasps your shoulder.

“Let me go,” you snap instantly. The crowd parts around you. No one stops to check on you - instead, they avert their eyes, pull their children a little closer, and walk double time to get away. You don’t blame them. You would, too. This is how you stay out of trouble - but now trouble has come to you.

You think about running, but decide against it. It would be futile. Better to face it head on.

He’s well-trained, the knight. Tan skin, spiky black hair, an impassive face that screams ‘loyal guard dog’. Perfect posture. Uniform follows all the regulations, sword perfectly polished according to code. The worst kind.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says. “His royal highness requests an audience.”

“If it’s a request, I decline.”

The guard gives you a look that clearly says, ‘don’t be stupid.’

The palace is a near impenetrable fortress. You’ve only managed to slip in on one occasion before, during a grand party when everyone’s guard was up, but in all the wrong places. You found a weak spot and holed yourself away on one of the forgotten balconies to watch the revelry beneath you.

It’s a glamorous world. Every body twirling under the throw of light, fractured by the crystals of the chandeliers, glittered with massive jewels, circling their throat, embedded in their hair, given out as favors. Opal for House Kuroo, sapphire for House Kageyama, fire agate for House Hinata. Of course, diamonds and emeralds for the king and his royal spawn.

You’ve glutted yourself on the appearance of luxury already. Everyone is impossibly beautiful and everything is impossibly wealthy. Such is the life of royalty - to be surrounded by women in elaborate dresses made of swans feathers, men in suits of satin and gossamer, drinks in glasses made of mined crystal. It’s another world, down there, among the masked nobles.

But all of that loses its initial novelty when the prince arrived.

This time, instead of sneaking in through the servants entrance, you’re being waltzed in through the massive double doors meant for honored guests. Foreign kings and queens walked this carpet that now you stain with your muddied slippers. A maid makes a disgruntled expression at the tracks you’re making on the fine red velvet.

Massive double doors, pale birch wood carved into fairy tale scenes and painted over with white, bar your entry into the audience chamber. Two guards, equally as blank faced as the one who guided you here, pull them open. They creak slowly, leaving a gap just big enough to pass through.

It’s blinding inside. The hall is lined with massive, floor to ceiling windows, and the roof is one large skylight. The mirrored floor and the parts of the wall that aren’t entirely windows are encrusted with gold and jewels that send sparks into the air, as if inside the throne room, living stars were stolen from the skies, and dance along the paths of royal footsteps. It’s very emblematic of the Oikawa family and their taste for wealth to hold audience inside what looks like a massive diamond.

It takes a while for your eyes to adjust, but the royal family doesn’t wait.

“Thanks, Iwa! You’re dismissed, go enjoy the rest of your day. These are specific orders to take a break, so don’t even think about disobeying,” the prince magnanimously declares with a beatific smile on his face.

For the first time, you see the twitch of an expression on your escort’s face before he leaves.

“And you,” the king cuts in.

There’s only one person left in the room he could be addressing besides his son.

You shift nervously. There was only one reason you would have caught the eye of the royal family.

“Thank you,” the king says, and suddenly he’s striding down the hundreds of steps that lead to his throne. He pulls your hand to his lips in an elegant gesture. It makes your skin itch. Perhaps you’re allergic to royalty.

When he lifts his head, his eyes are misty. “Thank you for saving my son’s life. I heard from him first hand, how a peasant girl from outside the palace had snuck in. How she found him, seconds from choking to death on poison in a brief moment of respite in the gardens. You slapped the chalice from his hand. You saved the prince, the kingdom, and most importantly, my only child. We, the royal family, owe you a great deal.”

Prince Oikawa tilts his head in agreement.

You realize they’re waiting for you to say something. When you speak, your throat is too dry. You croak out the beginnings of a sentence before you have to swallow hard and start over, this time, more clearly.

You stutter out your words, nervous and unsure. “It was…It was nothing, your majesty. I didn’t mean to. It was just…reflex? I suppose?”

In the echoing silence, you add, “Long live the king,” then wince. It sounds so fake, even to your ears.

“So modest,” he says, with his booming laugh, as if he hadn’t been crying just a few moments before. “You truly are among the most loyal of my subjects, the very best. I’d like to honor you.”

“No, sir, it’s not necessary-“

“I insist. From today forth, you are to be the captain of Prince Oikawa’s royal guard, always at his side. You will be his living shelter, his sword, and his shield. You will throw yourself between him and danger, and defend him with your life.”

Doesn’t seem like much of an honor to you, to be ordered to die for the prince, but it’s not like you have a choice. It’s better than the other option.

“Thank you, your majesty,” you say, eyes cast down.

Royals always take forever for things that might be done in the span of seconds. You feel claustrophobic, even with the massive windows, the room feels like it’s closing in on you. There’s panic clawing at your throat that you’re barely tamping down. You want to go. You need to go. It doesn’t help that Prince Oikawa is watching you with devouring eyes.

“You may be dismissed-“

Hope surges up your chest-

“Once you have spoken to Prince Oikawa. May you be good friends, my dear.”

“…Thank you, your majesty.”

Then, it’s just you and the prince alone.

He looks even better than the night you met. The prince was meant for this, after all, the consequence of being the living descendants of the Sun God - if you believed the stories. His skin glows in the light, and faint shimmers of rainbow arc across his white clothes from the crystal. His gold epaulets make him seem broader and more real than he did at night. He’s by no means a small man, but the semi-translucent loose shirt he wore then, combined with the fragile look in his brown eyes, made him seem like almost a different person entirely than he appears right now.

You break the silence first. “Why did you tell the king I saved your life?”

Because you hadn’t.

You’d tried to kill him.

The poison in his glass had been your handiwork, the price of a ninety million dollar bounty placed on his head going through the underworld.

He smiles, drawing closer. Up close, he’s startlingly beautiful - and terrifying. He’s perfect to the point of intimidation, with his blindingly white teeth, his poreless skin, the raw power in the way he carries himself. He’s used to getting what he wants.

So are you.

But now, you’re defenseless in enemy territory.

“Why else, my captain?” He’s directly in front of you now, so you can see how even his white boots are perfect, without a hint of dust. “To keep a close eye on you now that you’ve been promoted to my guard.”

You feel a strange sense of anger that he’s belittling you so. That your talents, so revered among assassins, are so unfrightening to him that he would invite you into his home, even allow you to guard his back.

“I could still kill you,” you threaten.

“I do hope you manage to succeed.”

#sera writes #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x you #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader

111 notes · View notes

lastoutpost · 2 years

Note

can i get some early seasons samdean recs please i saw in one of your posts you were talking about Them (early seasons obsessed samdean) and i adore them

*rubs my evil little hands together* you came to the right place

If you haven't read The Last Outpost of All That Is, I think it's not only the pinnacle of samdean fic but of fanfiction in general (hence the URL). It's set after John's death but before Dean's deal and diverges from canon (but in a way that makes sense).

Let's start with classic authors:

candle_beck is my favorite spn author of all time. I highly recommend all of their work but will specifically shout out Second Map of the World (set in vague early seasons, first time fic), American Myth (same) and For Keeps For Good Forever (S3 AU).

Another classic author is Paxlux -- all their stuff hits the good spot but I will specifically shout out Artery (very poetic, vague early seasons first time) and Watch the Weather Change (interesting early seasons case fic)

Astolat is another "everything is good author" but I'll shout out Kings Queens and Jokers Too (tall tales AU), Leader of the Pack (S3 AU where Sam has powers) and Taking the Fifth, (one of the few actual AUs I really enjoy).

There's also sevenfists, whose work I fully recommend but will specifically shout out Life As We Know It.

Everyone knows nyxocity but I will shout out specifically Like Staring Into the Sun (it's smutty but hits the brothers-obsessed-with-each-other vibe).

More modern authors:

I'm sure you know about hathfrozen but if not, make no delay and go read their stuff! Sooo good at accurately portraying how WEIRD the brothers are. Shoutouts include Dead Unfinished Selves (S3 AU, disturbing), and The Gold Room (sexual tension the fanfic, S2 setting)

Also, applecrumbledore!!!! They are probably my second favorite author after candle_beck. They write obsession so well! Shoutouts to Human Hands (S2 casefic where Sam has powers) and Dream fuckery (no timeline given, case fic). Their other stuff is pre series or late seasons but I would give it a shot too, especially Acid! I haven't seen anything after S10 but I still really enjoyed it. Very much about obsession.

One off fics

Last but not least, here are a few one-off fics i've read and enjoyed:

Some people gave me some excellent recs on this post!

Kin & Keeper - a very long fic about Dean coming to terms with Sam's death in Swan Song. Tells their relationship through flash backs. Worth the long read!

The Truth in the Lie - fake dating casefic!? What's not to love.

The Other was a Star Shaped Hole - post S5 AU with a bone chilling plot twist. All about obsession and the refusal to let each other go!

Hit the Ground Crawling - S3 AU. Sam pulls Dean out of hell, but he stops talking.

And the Highway Lines Pass By - post S2 AU

It Doesn't Mean You Can Explain the Ocean - vague early seasons, one sided Sam pining but So So So beautiful. Give it a shot!

Okay, that's all for now but not all I've got. Let me know how you like them and if you need more!

#x #fic rec #wincest fic rec #samdean reading club #i hope u enjoy!!!!!

159 notes · View notes

gumnut-logic · 1 year

Photo

Because of the storm that rolled over my house and because @katblu42 mentioned it :D

-o-o-o-

The hatch creaked as the hydraulics let it down to the dry hard packed dirt. A small puff of dust billowed up around the hot cahelium and it caught in his nose, tickling in the heat.

The horizon was flat and the earth iron red as it disappeared into the ominous grey of the cloud blocking the sky.

Virgil’s boots made their own puffs of dust as he stepped off the hatch and emerged from under the shadow of Two. The puffs followed him as he walked the length of his ‘bird. The dirt gritted under his specialised soles as he avoided the heat of her cooling VTOL and the scorch of her now quiet thrusters.

His landing was precautionary. A warning light had come on during the flight home and dumping himself in the middle of the Outback for a mechanical check was preferable to taking a swan dive in the middle of the Tasman.

Outside appearances gave no clue to the issue and unfortunately, he would have to wait for her engines to cool off before attempting to access the thruster that was the problem.

A sigh and he turned back to look at the horizon.

He truly was in the middle of nowhere.

“Thunderbird Two, status report.”

Typical Scott. His brother was hip deep in a rescue on the other side of the planet, but his brother radar still managed the range.

“Status a-okay, Thunderbird One. Just taking a moment to gaze at the scenery.”

“John says you have a mechanical fault.”

“Quite possibly. Fine for the moment. Just need a little cooling time. I’ll keep you updated.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Two.”

And then it was back to the silence.

True silence.

There was no wind.

No water.

No birds.

Just the heat of a dying day leaching out of the sand, the creak of his cooling ‘bird, and the potential energy in the air.

It was going to rain.

The Kansas farm boy could tell that much. Even in another country and an entirely different environment, he could feel it.

He didn’t need fancy instrumentation to predict that.

The impending storm raised the hair on his arms under his uniform. It itched at his skin and spoke of change.

Ants crawled across his boots, winged queens and drones launching to join a cloud of them off to his right.

It was eerie.

He shifted where he stood, unsure of what to do next. He wasn’t one for killing time. Time was a valuable thing and needed to be used to its upmost. But this stop was unplanned and there was little he could do while waiting.

Sure, there were tasks. There were always tasks, nitty gritty maintenance jobs. He was never short of work.

But the air was still. The sense of building atmospheric release buzzed across his senses.

It was tantalising.

He shivered.

There were still a couple of hours before sunset, but the air was dark due to the heavy cloudbank looming over the landscape.

A thought.

A flash of guilt followed by stubborn determination.

He turned and climbed back on to the hatch and retracted it, only to lower it again a few moments later with a folded chair and a box in his hands.

He parked it in the sand.

The silence was a physical presence.

He opened the box to reveal a portable watercolour kit – a neat palette of half pans, a fine brush and a small block of high-quality paper.

It was an indulgence he kept aboard his ‘bird. One he had yet to use, so this was definitely an opportune moment. A tiny amount of time to throw down some colour and capture this red-on-blue-grey intensity.

It didn’t take him long to realise he had forgotten a couple of things. A muttering step back into his ‘bird and he returned with a small table and a cup full of water.

He finally managed to settle himself. Painting while wearing his uniform wasn’t the most comfortable. It was bulky and in the way. He did shed his gloves, which meant he had to take off his wrist controller. Scott would frown enough to dent his nose, but he couldn’t paint with his gloves on.

There was heavy lifting, but there was also sensitive and tactile manipulation. He liked to think he was capable of both.

A dip of his brush into clear water, a dab of cadmium red, and colour spilled onto the paper.

Payne’s grey filled the sky in soft billows with just a hint of ultramarine. He tried to keep his touch gentle. Watercolour was so unforgiving. Fast and delicate, the colours could easily be overdone and unlike acrylic or oils, could not be undone satisfactorily.

It took all his concentration to sketch out the worn landscape.

The parched air dried the colours quickly and it wasn’t long before he was flicking strands of yellow ochre spinifex in the foreground, the little painting almost done.

In the distance, the clouds rumbled warning.

He dabbed in a second layer to bring up the contrast, the greys echoing the thunder on the horizon. Just a touch of green brought out the red of the iron in the sand.

“I really don’t know how you do that.”

Virgil nearly fell out of his chair.

“Scott!” His heart thudded in his ears and he clutched the drying painting in his hands as it tried to slip from his fingers. “What the hell?! How did you…?” He shot to his feet and turned to find his brother standing behind him. Beyond, at a respectable distance, sat Thunderbird One.

Scott held up both hands, taking a step back. “Hey, I saw you were painting, so I parked back a ways. Figured you wouldn’t want VTOL messing with your paints.” But then his brother was smothering a grin. “You were kinda zoned out there, Virg.”

“You were in Prague! How did you get here so fast?” It was a stupid question. He was Scott Tracy. Fast was part of his genome.

But his brother frowned. “It’s been over an hour since I last contacted you. The situation is resolved. I was on my way back and thought I’d check in. John said he hadn’t had an update.”

Virgil stared at his brother. An hour? He brought his wrist up to check the time, but his controller was on the little table beside his chair with his discarded gloves.

Oh.

Scott arched an eyebrow at him.

Virgil grunted before putting the painting down carefully and retrieving his equipment. A moment later, his gloves were on and his wrist controller back in place.

It was indeed over an hour later.

Thunderbird Two would have cooled down enough forty-odd minutes ago.

“You were lost in your painting, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. His brother sighed, walked over to the table and picked up the piece of art. Blue eyes scrutinised it. “Nope. I don’t have a clue how you do that. It’s great, Virg.” He handed it over and somewhat numbly, Virgil took it.

He stared at the strokes in which he had been so absorbed earlier. The landscape stretched into the paper, reds bouncing off blues, the stillness captured in pigments.

Okay, so he had to admit, it was working quite well. He had muddied the colour a little in one corner and there was a patch where he’d left more white paper than was probably necessary because he was too worried about over doing the paint, but overall it mostly did what he wanted it to do. Oh, his wash hadn’t quite worked in that bit. Damn.

But…

He could get away with it.

“Earth to Virgil? You okay in there?”

Scott was smirking.

Virgil glared at him before cradling the watercolour block in one hand, picking up the palette with the other and packing it away. He stomped his way back to his ‘bird.

He ignored the laugh behind him.

He was stashing the paints in their locker when Scott joined him in Two, both the table and chair folded up in his hands. “Where do you stash these?”

Virgil gestured in the direction of the utility store and his brother put the equipment away.

Back in the cockpit, Virgil pulled up the suspect control and found the red light still glaring accusingly as Scott entered behind him.

“Give me ten. I need to inspect her starboard thruster.” He grabbed a safety line and threw back the overhead hatch. The gloomy atmosphere crept into the cockpit, but he ignored it and elevated the himself up so he could climb onto the top of his ‘bird.

“Virgil, you do know there is a storm coming in. You’re standing on the highest point for miles.”

“I’ll only be a minute.” Keep your pants on.

But his brother was right. His dawdling with his paints had cost him time and the weather was moving in.

He hurried across the back of his Thunderbird sliding carefully onto her starboard intake, and making his way down to the access hatch. He hooked in his safety line, prodded his controller to release the security, and hauled the hatch open.

Five minutes later, with several profane words that had Scott even more concerned, he yanked an obstruction out of her secondary intake valve.

It was a bright yellow, now somewhat grimy, Thunderbird Four.

No more than four inches long.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Virg? What? Who?”

“Gordon.” He didn’t elaborate. The sky was well and truly rumbling now and he needed to get inside.

Tightening the valve, he gave it a good once over to check for damage. Another poke at his controller and the dash confirmed the issue resolved.

Access secured, he unhooked his line and made a run for the main hatch just as the landscape lit up white with lightning.

He leapt into his ‘bird as if he had that lightning on his tail.

His boots hit deck plates. Virgil reached up and threw the hatch closed and sealed away the angry sky.

Scott was staring at him.

Virgil met that gaze before walking past his brother towards his pilot seat. He casually chucked the little Thunderbird Four to his brother like the grenade it was.

Scott caught it. “What the hell?”

Gordon was dead twice over and he didn’t even know it.

“You better get back to your ‘bird. The sky’s going to open up any minute and we should probably be above it rather than below it.” Virgil poked at the weather read out. It was only a weather front, nothing compared to the cyclone forces the Thunderbirds were capable of tackling. “You might get wet.”

Scott was still glaring at the model in his hand. A distracted grunt.

Gordon was definitely dead.

Possibly more than twice.

“Okay, less imaginary brother murders and more getting back to your ‘bird.”

“Huh?”

Yeah, so now who was zoning out?

Virgil nudged his brother onto the hatch platform and stepped on himself, lowering it onto the red dust again.

He stepped off the deck plates just as the first fat rain drops started to hit the dust.

Damn. “Too late.” And as if he had given the sky permission, it really opened up.

Water hit dry earth in big splats, puffs of red rose only to be taken down by more rain. The stipple of water fast became patches and then the land deepened in colour. The bright iron red darkened almost to a burgundy. The spinifex he had so finely painted not half an hour earlier, shifted from a yellow ochre to a gold that almost glowed in the remnant light.

As Scott stepped up beside him, secure under the protection of Two’s nose, the landscape bleached suddenly and the sky grumbled and cracked. The air smelt of ozone and the sharp evaporation of precipitation in the heat. But there was more water than the air or the earth could take and it puddled in the indents between the rocks.

Some kind of thorny lizard darted out from a tuft of spinifex and hurried under the shelter of Two beside the brothers. At the lack of the rain on its back, it looked up as if surprised. Two reptilian eyes stared at them before darting back out into the rain.

Scott took another step forward and Virgil put a hand on his arm.

“You’re not going to try to run through that.”

“I’ve got to get back to One.”

“Why?”

“Because…” His brother trailed off.

Virgil squeezed his arm gently. “Take a minute. This is a desert storm. It will be short lived. We can wait.”

Blue eyes stared at him.

Okay, so waiting wasn’t part of Scott Tracy’s genome.

“Take a minute. Watch.” Virgil turned back to the storm and revelled in the release of the tension that had been building for the last couple of hours. He watched the rain hit the earth, the patterns, the dance of spinifex leaves. He listened to the roar, the wet splat against cahelium, the sigh as the water disappeared into the grass and the grumbles in the clouds.

Scott eventually turned to look and, for a short while there, they were just a couple of brothers staring out at the storm.

The fact they were sheltering underneath one of the most advanced technological creations on the planet was unimportant.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Scott’s voice was soft.

A grunt. “I think Gordon’s is the more likely culprit.”

“If you hadn’t stopped to paint, we’d be home by now.”

Virgil didn’t answer immediately. He took a breath. “But then we would have missed this.”

At that moment the sun finally hit the horizon and slipped through a gap in the clouds to light up the wet landscape in gold. Rain still fell, but it was as if it was liquid sunlight failing from the sky. Water glistened on everything and the clouds lit up from underneath.

Thunder rumbled in clouds turning pink in the east.

“Yeah, we would.” But the acknowledgement was distracted as Scott stared at the spectacle.

Perhaps they had something for which to thank Gordon. It was a moment that they would never have experienced if Virgil hadn’t had to stop.

He breathed in the freshened air and let it out with a relaxing sigh.

No.

Gordon was still dead.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #nuttyfic reblog

32 notes · View notes

firstelevens · 5 months

Note

Number 12, bake off au if possible, becca and bonky barnes?!

12. Stick Season - Noah Kahan

Bucky's bedroom door bangs open so loudly that he briefly thinks someone fired a gun next door. It's only when he rubs the sleep out of his eyes that he can make out Becca's silhouette in the doorway. Beside him, Alpine lets out a half-meow of protest and curls up again. Bucky suspects that he won't be allowed to do the same.

He slumps back down on the bed, letting out a hiss of pain when the movement jostles his aching shoulder, and talks to the ceiling instead of his sister. "I thought you didn't have a shift last night."

"I didn't," says Becca, and she must be annoyed, because she storms over to his bedroom window--his east-facing bedroom window--and pulls up the shade so he gets a faceful of bright winter sun. "I didn't have a shift, so I finally had time to call Steve and catch up with him, and we had a great conversation, just packed with all sorts of things that I didn't know."

Fuck. Bucky knows where this is going. "Bec, I--"

"For example," Becca says loudly, "did you know that all the swans in England are property of the Queen? Or that Peggy might get posted to Brussels next year? Or that Bake Off is doing an all-stars season and they've been emailing you to ask about participating for four months now?"

"I meant to tell them no; I just forgot."

"Telling people no is one of your great passions in life, Buck; if you wanted to do that, you already would have."

She's not going to let this go even if he ignores her, Bucky realizes, right around the same time that Becca says, "I'm not letting this go no matter how long you ignore me."

He groans and scrubs a hand down his face, pushing up out of bed. "Can we at least do this over coffee?"

"Come to the kitchen and find out," she says, bustling her way out of his room, and Bucky has no choice but to follow.

Put a number 1-100 in my inbox along with a ship/character (or an AU) and I will write you a microfic.

#I wanted this to be funny but then number 12 was stick season and then I listened to it too many times while thinking about bonky #and then this happened #my apologies to all #zainab does ask meme things #spotify wrapped fics #philtstone #the gbbo au #my fic

4 notes · View notes

muse-soup · 1 month

Text

Get to Know Me Meme

Name: Gyro (Enough people called me Gyro-mun back in the day that once, when I was in a group chat with two other people who had the same birth name, I said "fuck it" and just started going by Gyro. It's been ten years lmao.) Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Yes Single or Taken: Taken

THREE FACTS

- I've danced in a West End production of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. There was an audience participation number and some of us got pulled up on stage. - I run a D&D game on Saturdays. We started out playing Curse of Strahd, but it's kind of mutated from there. The party pissed off a night hag who is now making two of the party members collect souls for her as reparations, adopted a gate guard, created a power vacuum by killing both major political leaders and started a peasant revolt in the main hub town, "rescued" a flesh golem and left her to her own devices in the forest, may or may not have lit an abbey on fire, melted a pack of werewolves with acid, lost a party member who they are now seeking (the irl player had other commitments lol), went into a Bag of Holding to fight the Bag Man, and are currently investigating a spider cult who are a splinter faction of the canonical demon cult they stopped before the plot could unfold. It's been a wild ride. - I always type "DRAFT" on replies I save for later in case I accidentally post them.

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG - Since I was around 12-ish? So nearly 18 years.

WHAT PLATFORMS - Neopets, an ancient Nightmare Before Christmas fan site, GaiaOnline, Facebook DMs, DeviantArt, Skype, Tumblr, and Discord. Pretty much just those last two these days.

BEST EXPERIENCE - If I could be sappy for a moment, it was probably meeting my partner (and many friends besides!) through Tumblr RP. But if we want something more specific, I was part of that giant vampire story that @dreamsofalife mentioned in her meme (x); I was the guy whose head got cut off and came back as a robot. Also worth mentioning was a big thread I did with an old pal, where their muse was turned into a swan via Magic Anon, and they decided the anon (now known as Greyfellow) would take his place as his doppelganger and try to take over the kingdom. Shenanigans ensued, a parrot trapped my muse in a pantry and lit the kitchen on fire, the Queen almost had her soul sucked out-- good times.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE - Any and all.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT - Honestly? Too much fluff or too much angst becomes stale and one-note after a while, and smut's something I tend to do sparingly since it rarely adds to the plot. They're seasonings, not the main dish. I CRAVE VARIETY AND NUANCE, BABY!

PLOT OR MEMES - I'm good with both! Although I admit I default to memes if I'm feeling low energy or if I don't know my partner well.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES - Either! Sometimes you need multiple paragraphs to set your scene, and other times a simple "Oh, fuck." will suffice. As long as the other person has enough to work with, everything's fair game.

BEST TIME TO WRITE - Honestly I do my best writing either right when I wake up (whatever time that may be) or after dinner, when I get my second wind. Sometimes I get random spurts throughout the day, though.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? - Some of them are aspirational, and some of them are just me in a hat. For the most part, though, I try to find a good balance of how much of myself I allow to slip through. And every once in a while I'll try to write a muse who's nothing like me at all, only to realize we're more alike than I thought.

#Soup Mun Speaks; OOC Post #A Dash of This; Dash Games

3 notes · View notes

countrymusiclover · 2 years

Text

6 - Apple's are Code Red

Part 7

His Golden Princess

@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @alanaangie24

Walking down the stairs Mary Margaret smiled sitting her coffee cup down. "You look happy. Who's the lucky guy?" I shrugged on my jacket raising a brow at her question. "I didn't say anything about a relationship. How do you know it's that?" She moved around the counter picking up a note with a flower stuck to it. Opening it I see a note from Gold, correction I should say Rumple now. "Meet me in my shop for a surprise. I have something to give you." Mary tilts her head to the side never dropping the smile. Shaking my head I grab the door handle revealing. "It's Mr. Gold. I'll see you later, Mary." She called back before I could shut the door. "Be safe, Astrid!" I chuckled calling over my shoulder smiling. "Bye mom!" Entering his shop I squealed feeling arms wrap around my waist holding me close. Spinning in his arms I wrap my arms around his neck smiling. "Why are you so happy to see me. I saw your note. So what do you want to show me?" He tugs my arm pulling me into the back room with a suit case being packed. "I figured after the curse is broken you come with me to find someone. Someone I lost with the curse. What do you think?" Biting my lip I smiled to him. "I think it's a good idea, Rumple." The little bell makes a sound where we saw Regina. Leaning up I kiss his cheek leaving the store.

Rumple's POV

Regina dropped a dead apple on the countertop annoyed while I still keep the smile on my face. Astrid would be with me once her sister breaks the curse. "Wipe that smile on your face and tell me how to deal with my Swan's problem!" Tilting my head to the side I walk around to another countertop trying to remember where I keep the princess crowns to surprise Astrid later. "From what I've seen you've only fought Emma. I don't see a reason to evolve young Astrid now." She crossed her arms over her chest glaring at me. "You want the curse broken, why?" Opening a cabinet I find what I'm looking for putting it inside my coat still knowing she was waiting for an answer. "The curse is weakening and you don't seem to care. If I didn't know any better I'd say your protecting something or should I say someone...Astrid." Turning to the face the queen I lean back against the countertop. "Why exactly do you care if I have a relationship with a woman who isn't a threat to Henry hmm?" Regina throws her arms up raising her voice at my rebuttal. "She's a savior like Emma. So she's a threat to me keeping my son!" Moving into the backroom I called over my shoulder. "I don't see it that way, you're majesty. Have a good day."

Astrid's POV

Sitting outside the school Henry ran over to me a confused smile on his face. Getting to my feet I hugged the boy and he hugged me back asking. "Why are you here. More dreams?" Shaking my head no I sit back down on the bench and he sat by me. "Henry, there's something I need you to know. You're not crazy and apparently neither am I. I believe everything you say." He grinned blurring out an exciting question. "Wait really. That's great but how?" Bending my head down I scratch the back of my neck blushing lightly. "I had to kiss Mr. Gold - uh I mean Rumplestiltskin to realize it." He immediately grabbed my freehand shocked by my answer. "You kissed the Dark One?" Nodding my head slowly I revealed the dagger necklace from underneath my shirt. "I think you're theory was right about that the curse just created this necklace on its own. I think it was bringing me on my path to be in a relationship with Rumplestiltskin." Henry stared in awe until he heard my sister's voice come over the radio all weird. Getting to our feet I didn't realize I must have accidentally butt dialed Rumple. Running up the stairs we entered Mary Margaret apartment seeing that she's packing to leave town.

"You're leaving and you didn't think to tell me, Em!" I stomped inside shutting the door behind me a little aggressively. She saw Henry eyeing her then focused her attention back to me. "Sis, lisen you seem happy here and I didn't want to take that away from you. Besides you make Henry happy and Regina's gonna take care of him." He stands beside me shouting in disagreement. "You can't leave. This happens to all heroes before they face the final battle. You have to stay and give everyone there happy ending." Stomping past them Henry and my sister hugged as I sniffed a treat sitting on the countertop recognizing it immediately. "Apple!" My sister gives me a shrugged shoulder. "So?" Henry ran over to me blocking her from getting closer to it. "You can't eat that it's posion!" My sister dropped her hands at her sides scoffing. "Ast, you really believe what he's saying?" Nodding my head yes I keep a serious face. "As long as you're alive both you and Astrid you're a threat to the curse." Henry tried to explain until she grabbed it about to take a bite to prove nothing would happen. But he grabbed a hold of it to I push my way into the scuffle tearing off a piece of the turnover with some apple visible to see. "Astrid, come on you seriously believe all this." Emma throws her hands up still not understanding the threat right now.

Shaking my head I raised the treat to my mouth speaking to her before I started feeding my eyes grow heavy. "I'm sorry Emma. But the only thing that makes sense about this town is Henry's book. Put your trust in me please." Henry gives me a worried look glancing to his mom, taking a bite out of the rest of the turnover. "I'm sorry it had to come to this. You may not believe in the curse or in me...or even your own sister. But I believe in you." In a matter of seconds he collapsed onto the floor and I called out a name before my eyes fell closed and I collapse beside him falling into darkness. Gold felt his phone go off so he answered seeing it was her calling him. "Astrid, I'll be over in an hour...Astrid?" The phone line made a thud sound before he heard her weak cry for help. "Rumplestiltskin..." Then the other line went dead making him slam the phone down on the countertop.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

63 notes · View notes

alleykatart · 6 months

Text

I kind of made a new beefy daddy and if anybody needs me I'll be mooning over my new cute troll hunk, Tomas. (As will Everett, I'm sure.)

Just a little fun render to show the current look of various characters for the household. While I adore Rhys and what he brings to a group, I think he definitely fits better with the Whitethorne Pack for now... which left a spot open for a handsome hunk to pop up and take his place.

So, from left to right!

Tomas, the half troll, is a recent arrival to Aster's household. He's obviously strong and confident, but also a sensitive soul who loves music and art, which made him an outcast among his more warlike Fae family. With his difficulty disguising himself as human, he's found a home and community in Maison de Vernais.

Everett, the half Dryad, is one of Aster's dearest friends and took over maintaining the grounds of Maison de Vernais when Aster was gifted the manor home and the surrounding lands. Mischievous and a consummate flirt, Everett has yet to meet a mortal man he could resist.

Theros's Fae blood is from generations ago, though it was enough to give him a weak, but unpredictable and unstable connection to magic. He was sent to Aster's household with his twin sister Dahlia, and not long after his arrival found himself drawn to Wren like a moth to a flame. The Queen of Spring has declared Theros to be her champion, making him the Vernal Knight, a role he will need to learn to grow into if he hopes to keep Wren safe from the shadowy creatures that stalk him.

Wren is a unicorn trapped in human form, transformed against his will by a powerful Autumn Sidhe lord who sought to protect Wren from the Wild Hunt. Despite many attempts from some of the most powerful Faerie Kings and Queens, none have been able to return Wren to his true shape. The Autumn Lord placed him in their half human champion's care, Aster de Vernais, the half human daughter of the Queen of Swans. Though greatly diminished, Wren has found that he still has a connection to his magic, and has been able to use it, and the bond he shares with Theros, to protect them both when creatures of Nightmare threatened.

Aster de Vernais, known to the mortal world as Aster Vildrym, is the transgender daughter of the Queen of Swans, one of the most powerful of the Wild Fae. Able to transform into a swan, so long as she has her token, Aster is blessed, and cursed, with prophetic visions that often come unbidden when looking at reflective surfaces. Having navigated the worlds of both Fae and Mortals since her early teens, she's opened her home to others stuck straddling this world to help impart what knowledge she can.

Dahlia is Theros' twin sister, and the Fae blood that is weak in him is powerful in her, rivaling Sidhe lords in its strength. As a Fae blood witch, her family petitioned the Queen of Swans for aid, and having seen the ruin that could come from unchecked magics in the mortal world, it fell to Aster to train them both. She's found a friend in Aster, and in Andrea, the Brownie.

Andrea, the brownie, more or less came with the house. After centuries of service to the Queen of Swans, maintaining Maison de Vernais, it would take an army to remove her. While Aster is the head of household in name, Andrea is the true lady of the house, keeping things tidy, but cozy, and providing a loving, warm presence in the home. Nosy and a bit of a meddler, Andrea never means harm, and so long as you keep her supplied with sweets and give her plenty to keep her hands busy, she won't get up to mischief with Everett. She's closest with Dahlia, though she dotes on her poor little Wren.

#art #3d #gay #romance #urban fantasy #dazstudio #trans artist #render #muscle #man #boys #gay boys #twinks #femboy #alt text #alt text art #accessible art

4 notes · View notes

transdruid · 4 months

Text

New Year Reading for myself

With The Wild Wood Tarot by Mark Ryan and John Matthews, illustrated by Will Worthington

Spiritual next steps - Queen of Arrows: Swan

Creative next steps - Knight of Stones: Horse

Something to leave behind - Four of Vessels: Boredom

Queen of Arrows - Swan

"A state of separation may exist, bringing with it sorrow, privation, and misfortune. You may need to break old bonds and find new rivers in which to swim if you are to move beyond this place of darkness and loss."

Keywords: Purity, loss, change, suffering, song, absence, scarcity, freedom after strife

Knight of Stones - Horse

"Healthy activity and self-sufficiency colour your path. Physical strength supports your decisions and pleasure is important. Daring, pride, and a love of the Earth lead you to attempt ever more amazing feats. Let the horse carry you."

Keywords: Activity, kindness and helpfulness, perseverance, benefiting, a good ally, profit, a quick grasp of essentials

Four of Vessels - Boredom

"The universe responds favorably to a decisive, forward momentum, while boredom leaves a person in a state of inaction ... in the end it is from ourselves that the first sparks of momentum must emanate ... recognize and acknowledge the proffered doorways ... challenge should not be feared; opportunity should be grasped and utilized to its natural limit."

This is the deck I have the most profound and deep relationship with. In spite of the flaws that come with the authors ahistorical beliefs, this deck helped me lay down the foundation of my spirituality, and my relationship with my spiritual guides. This is often the deck I turn to for guidance and direction.

For my spiritual life, it's very true that there has been a separation/loss over the last year or two. I was very deeply connected to my spirituality, and then we moved. The move cut off my ability to walk in the woods daily, and that almost immediately created a disconnect. The move also meant that all of my alters were packed away, and I have yet to fully integrate them back into my space. One of my new years resolutions is to find a walking trail close by, something I can access regularly (right now the closest I know of is a 20 minute drive). Already I have been feeling more connected as I pull more tarot cards, may this swan bring me freedom in better waters.

Creatively I have been feeling a bloom. I have always been creative, but life, depression, and stress had--until recently--kept me in a creative strangle hold. In 2022, I started to read again. Since then, I have felt the creative spark inside me slowly grow into a steady flame. The Knight of Stones encourages me to throw wood on that fire, and hit the ground running! I also get a kick (ha) out of the imagery of horses related to my personal creative drive. I have drawn. So. Many. Horses.

I laughed when I saw Boredom. Over the last year, my need for rest has ebbed, and I have felt more and more restless. An exciting step in my recovery, but one that brought increasing levels of boredom with my previous routines. Over the last few months I have become better and better at catching this feeling and steering myself towards an activity. Time to practice that some more!

#my readings #tarot #divination #tarot reading #tarot cards #cartomancy #card divination

4 notes · View notes

whatabunchofalices · 2 years

Text

eah characters as marina song lyrics

eah in general:

Take away your rights, pacify you with their lies - venus fly trap

We are the pieces in a puzzle called fate - highly emotional people

raven queen:

'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away. It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway. It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide. And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die - satisfied

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool? - the family jewels

I can never escape the war inside my skull - pandora’s box

Now, there's no moral to this story, but I can hear my freedom calling me, calling me - gold

briar beauty:

Lay dagger dead inside a lonely bed. Trying to hide the hole inside my head. Watching the stars slide down to reach their end. Cause sleep is not my friend - shampain

I've been to every party, every bar. Nothing thrills me in this city anymore - too afraid

darling charming:

Girls are not meant to fight dirty. Never look a day past thirty. Not gonna bend over and curtsey for you - girls

So don't punish me 'cause I'm not a man - man’s world

apple white:

There's a fork in the road,I'll do as as I am told. And I don't know who...I want to be - mowgli’s road

One track mind, one track heart. If I fail, I'll fall apart. Maybe it is all a test. 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst so I always act like I'm the best - oh no!

Going up, going down, down, down. Anything for the crown, crown, crown - primadonna

I just want to be held when I'm scared. And all I want is one night with you. Just 'cause I'm selfish,I know it's true - blue

c.a cupid:

You're never gonna love me, so what's the use? - lies

You know that love's a gift, but it can also be a curse - pandora’s box

I'll give my love, I don't care if it hurts - end of the earth

duchess swan:

It almost feels like a joke to play a part when you are not a starrin' role in someone else's heart. You know I'd rather walk alone, than play a supportin' role. If I can't get the starrin' role - starring role

faybelle thorn(this one could also be the evil queen):

Power and control, I'm gonna make you fall - power & control

blondie lockes:

I am the observer, I'm a witness of life - ancient dreams in a modern land

ashlynn ella:

I can see the flowers and the greenery. I take a breath of air, I feel free - orange trees

snow white:

And when your world comes crashing down, all of the money in this town won't save your reputation now - karma

She's the apple of everybody's eye with an angel voice, devil in disguise - better than that

#eah character as marina song lyrics because i grew up listening to marina and watching eah!#marina and the diamonds #ever after high #eah #apple white #raven queen #ashlynn ella #briar beauty #faybelle thorn #duchess swan #darling charming #snow white #c.a cupid #blondie lockes

29 notes · View notes