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steviewashere · 4 months

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Return to Sender

Slaps you in the face with this chapter of my new fic, Return to Sender. Which I will update every Saturday, or at least attempt to. Different first meetings, strangers to friends to lovers to strangers (and then endgame). Hope you enjoy, I'll add tags when necessary.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove (A Warning in Itself), Eddie Munson (E.M.)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

General Audiences (May Change, but Will Not be Explicit)

Tags: Pre-Season 2, Rewriting Canon, Though Keeping to Main Canon Events (i.e. Steve getting roped into finding Dart, Billy smashing in Steve's face, The junkyard, etc.)

Expanded from This Post!

Next Part is Out! ------>

Enjoy <3

------- Steve picks up a little piece of paper that somebody shoved inside the grates of his locker door. It's folded, crumpled, creased and stained. He glances around. If the messenger just left this, they must still be around, right? At the bathrooms, nobody stands. Or at the narrow opening that floods into the main hall of Hawkins High. Or even peeking from under the stairwell. He runs his thumb over the paper. It's soft, most likely worn down from being held onto for so long. From being in somebody's pocket. Pressed up against the radiating warmth from their naked thigh. Possibly held between their fingers, twirling and folding in the gaps.

Does he open it? He's curious, he should. But what if it's another one of Tommy's pranks, which have increased tenfold since they stopped being friends. What if it's Carol giving him a fill-in on gossip he no longer wants a slice of? Or...What if it's Nancy apologizing? He shakes his head at that. What does she shave to apologize for, he questions himself. If anybody should say sorry, it would be me.

Basketball practice is in ten minutes. He's got his sweatbands on. Retied his sneakers. Changed into shorts and a particularly revealing muscle tank. Slathered on deodorant, lip balm, and baby powder to prevent chafing on his thighs. He's ready to go. Gotta go, he hastily thinks.

But...

The note. Somebody left it just for him.

Oh, but what if it's to tease him? To poke fun at the fact that he lost his girlfriend to somebody the whole school deems as his rival. To laugh at the new cut near his hairline, pink and puckered, laughing at his inability to fight back (parents teach their kids the damndest things). From that insufferable guy, Billy, that's barreled in through town from California and shoved him on the spikes of his King Steve crown. From that band girl with choppy strawberry blonde hair that's always too observant. From somebody else...somebody who wants to see him bend over, gasp for air that's too sharp and fleeting, and cry with nothing else to do.

He blearily thinks, Fuck it. He thinks, Men don't cry. Though the voice is his father's and they're almost the same in intonation, does it matter who's ridiculing him? He thinks, I just want to go home and rest.

It unfolds without him willing. The paper still soft, not yet agitating his palms. Gently torn around the edges. Blue pen glowing up at him. He takes a breath and reads.

"You seem haunted. But you're lovely. I hope you find peace soon, Steve. -E.M."

Steve's watch beeps at him. Time to shoot some hoops. And all the while he will think, Who the hell is E.M.?

---- He's at the three point line practicing his free throws. Back wet with sweat. Hair drooping over the sweatband around his forehead, the prickly ends threatening to stab his eyelids. The ball is in his grip just under the tip of his nose. He gives it another couple dribbles for luck. Poises to shoot.

Just as his arms flex, he goes tumbling down to the ground. A thump across the waxed gymnasium floor. His head misses, thankfully, but the rest of him is in a gigantic sore heap. Limbs splayed out around him. The basketball bouncing off somewhere to his right. And the impact scared him into shutting his eyes. Opening them, blearily and blinking fast, he realizes he's now nose to calf with that asshole, Billy Hargrove.

The guy—broad, tall, muscular with an ugly shaggy mullet and a permanent sneer to his lips—has been consistently knocking Steve down. Whether it be on the court, as it is right now. Out on the track in gym class. In the hallways, slamming Steve's left shoulder into the closed locker doors, enough he swears it dislocated at least a couple times. Even once in the parking lot; leaving a ding on the trunk of Steve's BMW. It's one of the nicer things he owns and it made him see red the way the metal was dented in. He'd tried to fight back against Billy, but that ended up with him and a blood nose. He's retired all efforts in making this guy leave him alone. Too pussy to be the first to throw a fist. Too smarmy to confront a teacher.

Steve groans and tries to sit up, but is promptly shoved back down by the bottom of one of Billy's sneakers. He hears from above, "Fucking stay out of my way, Harrington." And then his presence is gone. Footsteps, heavy and quick, making their way away from Steve's supine, sweaty, adrenaline leaking body.

He successfully sits up with the next groan and gasp from his lips. Rubs a firm hand on the small of his back. And decides, Fuck this. Rising from the ground is no ambitious feat. And choosing to barrel past his coach, give him the finger, slam the locker room door behind him, take a quick hot shower, and reclothe himself in a usual school outfit—none of that is ambitious either. It's freeing, in a way.

Sure, he loves basketball. Loves gym class. Loves working out in general. He's been on a basketball team every year since he was seven years old. Watches games from the middle cushion of his parent's three-seater sofa. Skims through Sports Illustrated every chance he gets. Has assisted with little league teams and the junior varsity tryouts annually since freshman year—always there to encourage and uplift nervous players, because he had been one once, so he gets it.

But, also, the amount of running up and down the basketball court. The amount of watching from his peripherals. Dodging and very nearly hiding away from other players. It all just reminds him of...Of that stupid flower-faced motherfucker that tumbled through the Byers' place. All the trouble for wanting to apologize. Now he's more scarred than a pink eraser some distracted kid uses in math class—puncture wounds in his brain where the images of blood, snarling saliva, and twirling some weaponized bat are permanently flashing. All the time. In his waking existence and in his sleep.

Playing on the sports teams also comes with expectations. Not from his peers. Or friends. Not even the coaches. But, rather, his parents. And damn it, if being bullied off the court is a way to try and get them off his back, then he'd fucking take being roped by his ankles and shook like a can of pop for his lunch money. He thinks, Fuck what they think. Fuck what the coach thinks. And fuck Billy Hargrove.

When he's finally out of the locker room and back at his everyday locker, he notices another little white paper making a minor appearance. It's a fresh piece. From the way it's bright in the light and sharp around the edges in his hands. Even the blue pen marks are smeared slightly, as if the person—E.M.—was in a rush to get away. To not be caught.

It reads now:

"I'll charge that dickwad more for his weed. It's fucking stupid that he thinks he rules the school now. Hargrove gave one of my friends a swirly last week. Tried to dump my lunch earlier today. Don't worry, Steve, I'll drain him for more than he's worth. -E.M."

His hand falls away, note still gripped, and slams against his thigh. Runs a hand down his damp face. And becomes dizzy with the implication of the last line; or at least, his interpretation.

Now, Steve's smoked before. Came home one time from the quarry smelling like it and knew what it was like to be caught by a ring on the face when he'd walked through his front doors. But...that had been weed that Tommy's cousin brought around during the summer they were in town. Steve isn't aware of anybody in Hawkins who would be dealing. And, if he's honest, marijuana isn't a top choice for unwinding. He prefers a beer or a cigarette, something that won't leave a trail of evidence behind.

So, now he's aware that somebody—a stranger—is watching him from a distance. Somebody who goes to school with him. Somebody who deals drugs, maybe even does them. And...their initials are E.M.

He almost wants to shout out for the person to make themself known. But the mystery behind it all is intriguing, to say the least. Like they're playing hard to get. And, Steve doesn't usually go after people that make anything—friendship or romantic relationships—hard on him, but the lack of info, the observance, the knowing somebody has their eyes on and out for him...

Well, that makes something stir in his gut.

And he doesn't know what that says about him. To be swooning, slightly, for somebody without a face. Somebody who could be a stalker if he thinks about it. They're protective, though. And that's not something Steve usually gains from somebody else.

It's frustrating, though, not knowing who this person is. Maybe if he can ask around, maybe get Billy to slip up about his smoking habits.

He wants to put a face to this mystery person.

Wants to...see if they're just as attractive as their instincts.

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#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #pre-season 2 #different first meeting #passing notes #canon divergence

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missuswalker · 9 months

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Welcome!!! Could I please request a soulmate au with Kyle and a fem!reader? Maybe one of the ones where they share emotions / sometimes items from their rooms randomly spawn in the other’s / first words said to each other tattooed somewhere or literally anything that would be fun for you to write??? I literally love soulmate aus so I’m gonna gobble up anything u write no matter what. + I loved your Craig fic so much!!!! Thank you <33

thank you so much!! i love this so much, soulmate aus are so silly and giggly 🤭 (using the item spawning one 🤭)

is that mine? || kyle broflovski x fem reader (soulmate au)

My actually useful shit had been disappearing for weeks. I was constantly loosing pens and pencils as well as the book I was reading for school. What had I gotten from my soulmate? Socks. At least I knew my soulmate had big ass feet.

Coming home from school, I didn't expect to have anything new in my room, but I was wrong. A green notebook sat on my desk, the front covered in random brand stickers. I pick it up, sitting on the edge of my bed, deciding to flip through it. It's not like my soulmate would know that I was snooping.

The pages were filled with neat notes. Scanning over them, I realized they were just about the same as my history notes, just with a little more detail. So we have the same history teacher?

I had found out we went to the same school weeks ago, a South Park Cows sweatshirt winding up on top of my dresser, but I had no clue if we were in any of the same classes. As I continued to flip through the pages, I noticed a page with different handwriting accompanying my soulmate's.

It seemed to be a conversation between two people that went from messy to neat writing, drawings of dicks all over the top of the paper. I look more towards the bottom seeing my soulmate's writing with the words, "stop drawing dicks on my paper, kenny"

Kenny? Kenny McCormick? Well, damn. That crosses Kenny off of the list of possible people my soulmate could be. I was only slightly disappointed. Never once did I see my soulmates name anywhere in the stupid notebook. Tossing it to the side, I go to start on my homework that was due yesterday.

"Really?" I groan, noticing my favorite pen missing from its spot on my desk. I don't know why I liked it so much, it was just funny. It had a stupidly big pompom at the end, frilly ribbon around the rest of it. I end up just using a random pencil I found in the bottom of my bookbag, completing about half of my homework, before deciding I deserved a break.

After, like, three hours of going down a conspiracy theory video rabbit hole on youtube, I end up falling asleep, only to be woken up the next morning by my alarm. After snoozing my alarm multiple times, I finally pull myself out of bed, looking through my clothes.

Would I be insane for wearing my soulmate's hoodie? No, I like living in delusion. Pulling the hoodie over my head, I was quick to notice how clean it smelled. It smelled so much like laundry detergent, I was almost convinced it had never been worn.

Noticing I was already running behind, I finish getting dressed, grabbing my bag and rushing out of my house so I could get to school on time. I pull into the parking lot, deciding to just chill for a minute since I was already late.

Eventually, I ended up dragging myself into my math class, sitting down near the back. Pulling out my notebook and a pencil, I begin to doodle, not too invested in the lesson

"Dude, where the fuck did you get that pen," I hear someone whisper, a snicker coming from the same direction. Looking up, I notice a curly redhead holding a pen. My pen. What the hell?

"Is that mine?" I whisper, gaining the boy's attention. "What? No, it's my soulmate's." He replies, glancing at the hoodie I was wearing, his eyes widening. "That's my pen." I say, before looking down at the hoodie myself. "Is this...?" I begin, the boy nodding. "Mine. Yeah, that's mine."

I found myself just staring at him for a moment, before my lips tug upwards. He was cute. He gives me a bashful grin, handing me my pen.

"I would give you the hoodie, but I'm not wearing anything under it." I say, butterflies erupting in my stomach as I hear him laugh. "That's okay. You can keep it. Did you ever realize my name was on the tag?" He asks, causing my face to drop. "No. Damn, I would've found you a lot faster if I'd seen that," I mumble.

There was a silence, until he sighs, brushing his curly bangs out of his eyes. "Are you free after school?" My smile widens at his question, looking down to my shoes. "Yeah, you gonna ask me out?" I joke. "Maybe. You gonna say yes?" "Maybe."

a/n: GUYS I'VE NEVER WRITTEN A SOULMATE AU I'M SO SORRY, HOPING IT'S CUTE 🤞😍

#kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park imagines #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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ignorance is a sin which may lead to a grave error.

summary. A noble man—a boy, more accurately; he barely looked their age—would, of course, try to court them. Wonderful. trigger & content warnings. reader gets misgendered, violent thoughts but no-one gets hurt. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, hurt/comfort-esque. pantalone, il dottore, and la signora & pantalone's child!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. reader is 16-17 in this piece & is hinted at being somewhere on the aroace spectrum. prev | next

author's thoughts. i decided to make snezhnaya a very volatile, politically complex nation in this oneshot. tension is fun <3 anyway dottolone is heavily implied here because i thought that dynamic would be SO funny with pantalone's teenage child involved, like.... can you imagine the older dottores and [name] fighting for his attention while he pretends to not know whats going on HFKDJKGHF

Politically, Snezhnaya was... quite frankly, a disaster.

The Tsaritsa's people had long since lost trust in her. She did not care for her people (at least, so it seemed from an outsider's perspective; they knew better), and so her people did not care for her.

As a result, the Fatui's power only extended so far. The Harbingers could only do so much before the people of Snezhnaya decided to revolt. Even Gods can be effectively overthrown if enough people cooperate with one another. The Fatui and The Tsaritsa were no different.

If, at any point, the people—namely the nobles—decided that they've had enough...

Even the top three Harbingers would only be able to do so much to stop the rebellion.

To keep public relations in some semblance of stability, biannual events were held, hosted in the Winter Palace itself. Sometimes, nobles from other nations would even attend in the interest of "international diplomacy."

They loathed such events with every fiber of their being.

Every important Fatui official was required to be in attendance, which, unfortunately, included them. Sometimes they wished they weren't one of the Fatui's senior debt collectors, if for no other reason than to avoid having to elegantly navigate noble etiquette with people they couldn't possibly care less about, with people who couldn't possibly care less about them. They hated being surrounded by fools who only wanted to please them in a pathetic attempt to earn Pantalone's favor, to get him to alleviate their never-ending debts.

'If only Mother Rosalyne hadn't been swept away by the masses...'

A deep sigh left their nose as they internally lamented La Signora's absence from their side. While tenderly styling their hair prior to the event, she did say that she couldn't promise to keep them company throughout the entire night, but still... Being left alone without one of their favorite Harbingers was terribly boring. The woman somehow always kept them entertained.

"What could possibly have such a fair maiden so troubled?"

A noble man—a boy, more accurately; he barely looked their age—would, of course, try to court them.

Wonderful.

"I am no maiden," they mused with graceful, calm poise, fingers briefly brushing against the pistol tucked between the layers of their clothing as if to reassure themselves that it was really there, "though... I suppose I can forgive your mistake. I do have the elegance of one, as it was one who taught me to carry myself in such a manner."

"My sincerest apologies." He smiled a bit too wide for their liking. They had to physically restrain themselves from gagging and grimacing when he took their gloved hand, pressing a kiss to their knuckles. He held their hand a moment longer, admiring the silver adorning their fingers. Pantalone, earlier on in their life, had bought them a particularly pretty set of rings when he realize how enamored they were with his. Something deeply sentimental kept them from ever replacing the jewelry on their right hand. To have a stranger touching that hand, those rings, so casually... it made their blood boil. "You do indeed carry yourself with the beauty of a lady. Your rings are quite beautiful. Pray tell, are you engaged?"

'Archons above,' they swore mentally, gaze quickly scanning the crowd for the closest Harbinger. It was Dottore. It was debatable whether they were relieved or annoyed at that fact. "...Thank you. No, I'm not."

"Ah, then, might I have the honor of knowing your name?"

He didn't know who they were.

Sudden relief washed over their body, and their tense shoulders seemed to loosen slightly. He was not from Snezhnaya. In fact, he was most likely from quite far away. Due to thia, they could theoretically defend themselves however they deemed necessary without causing any serious issues for the Fatui or Her Majesty...

"I will have to decline, unfortunately, but perhaps if you humor me some, I may be inclined to enlighten you."

"Oho? Ask away, angel."

Their stomach churned uncomfortably.

"Where are you from?"

"Fontaine. My family are some of Lady Focalors' most loyal retainers."

A smile adorned their features.

"I see," they hummed as they adjusted their glasses. "As a Snezhnayan of high social standing, I shall give you some advice."

"Now, now, do not presume yourself wiser than I—"

"Do not attempt to court someone whose name you genuinely do not know, especially not in a nation like this, at an event such as this one." Their hand clasped his jaw with threatening tightness, promising a fate worse than death if he did not back off. "I am [Name], otherwise known as the rightful blood heir to the Regrator's fortune and one of the Fatui's senior debt collectors. The honor is all yours. If you plead nicely, I may be kind and gracious enough to let this incident slip by unpunished. Ignorance is a sin, but I do have some forgiveness to spare tonight..."

The color seemed to drain from his face as he squimed in their gradually weakening hold; they lacked the strength to maintain such a crushing grip for too long. "I— I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you—"

"Is something the matter, mon petit monstre?"

They scoffed, letting the trembling boy go with an aggressive shove before turning towards Dottore. This was not Dottore in the prime of his life; he hardly ever attended publicity events on account of his... volatile nature. This was one of the few segments that did bend slightly in their favor. "Some stupid Fontainian noble trying to court me. I knew he was foreign the second he spoke to me. Snezhnayan nobles don't act like desperate fools, especially not towards me."

"Oh, you poor thing, suffering from success."

"It's not funny! Stop making fun of me!" they complained; they had half a mind to shoot him with their pistol, really. Even if he was teasing them just a little, there was something oddly protective in the way his hands came to rest on their shoulders, brushing off invisible dirt and adjusting their collar.

The noble had long since scurried off, frightened by both them and the Second Harbinger.

Admittedly, Dottore's presence probably scared him off the most. They'd rather die than admit they appreciated him somehow appearing at just the right moment.

"Care to join me and your Father?"

"What, so I can watch you hit on him in front of my face? No, thank you. All of you older segments are the same in that respect. I'm alright on my own." Dottore only stared at them with a smile that was a little too amused. They relented. "...Fine, whatever. Just do me the favor of flirting with him when I'm not nearby. After the event, preferably. Mother Rosalyne is taking me out after this, so flirt with him then."

"I make no such commitments."

"You—!"

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#aphelion writes 🌸#il dottore x reader #la signora x reader #pantalone x reader #platonic genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic la signora x reader

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ekingston · 2 months

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I was gonna be cheeky and ask for 10 and 19 again BUT I shall resist that urge… for now.

I will be sneaky (critical failure) and ask for three (I lied) 28. 30. And 37.

And what the hell, everyone should be proud of their work/s so a 33. (Feel free to pick a couple if this is just asking for a lot - I feel like it is 😅)

I feel like I’m order takeout or reading lotto number here

haha thank you! and the bonus number is…

Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

today i’m reminding myself to practice mindfulness! and not in the sense of breathing exercises or lengthy meditation sessions (although I’m sure those have their benefits too) but by making myself be in the present, paying attention to all of my senses, and remembering that my characters would do the same. you’ll need that material to fill in the little details that draw the reader into your work, that tricky thing that makes them feel like they can’t just see it, but like they’re actually there. life is a sensual experience, and i think our stories should reflect that!

Describe a fic that almost happened, but then didn’t.

this got long, so…

i once scribbled down a dream i had that was a sort of trippy time travel/repeating day type of thing, where Lena was part of a small crew of criminals that used Lena’s tech to travel back in time to aid them with their heists. they would simply rewind time over and over, taking note of the details, learning every possible outcome, eliminating obstacles along the way, practicing the motions often enough to nail the final, perfect execution.

the first scene was a very bloody one, and i came in right in the middle of it, not understanding how Lena and her people could be so callous about the people laying bleeding and dying at their feet, especially because Kara was one of them. Lena’s crew just kept saying they’d ‘fix that next time’, like some sort of cryptic mantra.

in the dream Lena ended up looking for Kara in every run through, charming her in a thousand different ways, always the same, Kara falling for her every time. there were a few rewinds that took her back so far that Kara was still a child, immediately smitten but completely lost on earth, abandoned and alone, and Lena lobbied hard to make sure her crew fixed that, too, even when it meant Lena would never meet her again.

i saw Lena’s crew running down a dark alley over and over again, at least one of their crew dead or dying, at least one other gravely hurt. Kara turned out to be the reason their plan failed every single time. Lena ended up having to turn against her team to save her before they could eliminate her from their timeline completely.

in the end Lena lay dying in child-Kara’s arms, telling her ‘we’ll fix it next time.’ this was when she’d finally discovered Kara wasn’t human. the line i woke up with was Lena telling Kara to promise her, ‘if you figure it out someday—fly up’. the theory being, i think, that if Kara somehow were to fly high enough, fast enough, she’d achieve the same effect Lena did with her tech, and Kara could go back to save Lena instead.

my dreams get pretty elaborate, but they rarely come with as tidy of a plot as this one did, so i bet it already exists somewhere.

Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

i don’t feel i write the kind of stuff that requires a lot of research and that’s probably a good thing! because i will go down absolutely every rabbit hole the internet has to offer when i do and zero writing will get done. my longform WIP TFOT has been brewing since—let me check—December 11, 2022 (thanks @mooosicaldreamz) and i’ve written less than 20k words, including my outline. instead i have spent my time working on it ‘studying’ veterinary medicine, learning about sustainable agriculture, planning trips to Wyoming and wondering alongside Paula Cole where all the cowboys have gone.

Give your writing a compliment.

i can’t tell you how happy it makes me when people tell me i managed to write something that made them laugh out loud. several times even! sometimes waking up their loved ones or startling strangers! i love that so much.

#these were excellent questions!#this got a little longer than i intended #(but what else is new)#more writing asks #ask me things!#kitch3nw3nch

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ninapi · 9 months

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Premise: The last option to overcome the illness that holds you was very much uncertain. A place only known to be a myth became your last chance to survive. Welcome to the fox village, a place full of mystical beings, a place to finally call home, a place where love knocks in more than one door at the same time and choosing which to open might as well change your life forever.

Word Count: 4129

Note: Welcome to the second half of my fantasy story, to understand what’s going on you would need to at least read the chapter 0 of the first part (link here). ✨

Chapter 0: The lost girl

Not the owls nor the bakenekos were able to find a cure to the bird disease that held you captive, your friends from the Tengu clan were succumbing to despair as your condition worsened every day that went by.

After discarding the other possible options, the only one left was to embark in an ill fated quest with not much of a success rate on your own, your decision aggravating your beloved friends and earning you a one way ticket to the land of the unknown.

The way from the east side of the forest down south was a treacherous path, you were told this by many, but you didn’t expect it to be this bad. It’s been raining heavily during the past few days, the path flooded and almost impossible to walk through it, but you had to keep going.

You made a promise, a promise to your friends, the closest thing to a family you’ve ever had. You would survive, you would beat this disease and live the life you were supposed to have, to find happiness. Nothing some muddy water would stop you from achieving.

The days were long, the food your friends gave you was now gone.

You didn’t know where you were or how long you still needed to walk to find this village. They didn’t even know if it was actually real or just a myth. Everyone still alive that knew about it refused to give you word of its whereabouts hoping you would die trying, anything was better than getting the foxes attention.

The sky was finally blue, not a single cloud in the sky. Not being able to eat or drink for three days straight and tired of walking miles without a rest, your consciousness was starting to fail, black dots suddenly in every surface, until black was all you could see.

The fall was hard, you could feel a sharp pain on the side of your head before finally disconnecting yourself from reality, you thought this was probably your end, the village was nowhere near and you haven’t seen any creature of the forest for days now, nobody would find you here. But you had a decent life, at least you were able to spend some more time with your dear feathered friends before passing.

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“Tsumu, what’s that?” the youngest of one of the most prominent families in the village spotted something big fall on the main path while he was picking up some fresh mushrooms close by. “What was what?” his twin was concentrated in his task, making sure he wouldn’t confuse the edible mushrooms with the poisonous ones, the beating he took for making that awful mistake once still lives in his skin. “Something fell hard on the road, sounded like something big though, like a person.” he was peeking through the foliage, their village is very well hidden, no human had step on it in over a millennium, could it be hunters? “You’re delusional, Samu. Focus.” but he was certain of what he saw, it also hadn’t move since it fell, should be harmless. So he dropped his basket full of mushrooms and ran over to the road.

You were bleeding, clearly dehydrated. Your feet were full of heavily infected blisters and seemed like you lost a shoe somewhere.

“Tsumu, it’s a girl... I found a girl.” he grabbed a stick, poking your side gently with it, cautiously. You looked anything but dangerous, but you looked human after all and humans were dangerous.

“You found a what? You mean like a human girl? Or from a different clan? Get your ass back here if you don’t want to be kicked out of our village like Aran did.” he was still mourning the loss of his friend who had run away with a girl from the bakeneko clan, he just left like if his clan meant nothing to him. Hundreds of years of friendship thrown in the trash. “I think she's human. Don't be an ass, Just take my basket.” he was carefully lifting you up, trying to get you on his back. “Oh no, you are NOT bringing that thing with us. Put it down, NOW!” his fangs were out, growling at his twin in disgust, “Shut up, I do what I want with my life. You can tell Ma you picked up all the mushrooms. I saw your basket you had like three.” Atsumu scoffed, peeking into his brother’s basket which was full to the brim with high quality picks. “Fine! If she bites you don’t say I didn’t tell you so!” he went back to his mushroom hunt while Samu headed towards the village, drops of blood falling on his shoulder and alarming the young fox.

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Once he arrived at the entrance of the village, the gatekeeper and his senior, Omimi was giving him a hard time. “Osamu, we can’t allow strangers in, you know this.” he was shouting all the way up from his post at the watch tower. Your breath was getting shallower, and his anxiety levels were rising quickly, “Can’t you see she’s hurt?? I feel her dying on me, please just let me in, I will take in the consequences.” with a heavy sigh, he let the gate open up just a tiny bit trying to draw as less attention as possible, “Hurry.” Samu nodded to his friend, smiling briefly at him before dashing towards the healer’s house.

“Kurosu-sama, please help me!” he was banging on the elder’s door, hoping he was there. A groan coming from the inside, “Come in, Miya. What is it, that can’t wait for my nap time to be over?” Samu opened his door, kicking his sandals off and rushing inside. “Please help her. I think she’s dying.” he lowered you down on the tatami floor, gently holding your head with one of his hands to accommodate the lack of pillows in his proximity. “Miya, this is a human girl. What have you done…” he was terrified, he hadn’t seen a human in centuries, “I know, but she needs help. Can you do something? I found her not far from here already looking like this.” the older man handed him a pillow to put under your head, hoping to get some space to take a good look at your injuries, “Move, kid. I won’t eat her, if you want me to help her, I need to see what’s wrong.” hesitantly, he moved to the side, providing some space but without going too far in case he had to act if he tried some dirty trick on you, “Fetch me some water, we need to clean her wounds first.”

Lightning fast would not be enough to describe how fast Osamu came back with a bucket full of water and some clean rags, even the elder was surprised, he’s usually pretty slow and lazy, very unexpected of him, “Clean her feet, I’ll take her head.” Samu was doing his best not to hurt you, but your feet were looking pretty bad, you flinched when he touched a deep cut on the side of your ankle, “You’re fine, it’s ok, it’s just water. Kurosu-sama will help you very soon.” his voice soothed the frown on your face, lulling you back to sleep right away. The elder was worried, he’s never seen the kid act this way, Aran’s story coming back to him just as it did to Atsumu. But at least Aran wasn’t stupid enough to bring the girl to the village, this was almost unprecedented, it happened once, and that’s why they were not pure foxes anymore but half breeds, this won’t be seen well by the rest of the village. “Osamu, once I heal her, we are taking her back to the forest before anyone else can see her, you hear me boy?” he was shaking his head, carefully applying a clean bandage on your left foot. “Kurosu-sama, her head. How is it?”

“She took a heavy blow against what I think was a rock, but it’s just a flesh wound, not what made her collapse. She is very malnourished and dehydrated, though. I’m going to make a tonic for her, stay here.” nodding, he looked around for a blanket, it was a chilly afternoon, seemed like it would rain again soon.

Once he was back, he saw you covered with one of his favorite blankets, Osamu had already cleaned your face and there was no sign of blood on you anymore. With a heavy sigh he handed him the tonic so he could give it to you, somehow, he felt like it would trigger the kid if he went any closer to you.

He took the small bowl with one hand and lifted your head carefully with the other, bringing the bowl to your lips. It started spilling all over the place, your lips just not opening wide enough for the liquid to go inside properly. “Kurosu-sama, is the tonic dangerous for me?” he was looking desperate at this point, half of the tonic already spilled, “No, why would it be dangerous for you-“ without letting him finish his sentence, Osamu took the remaining tonic in his mouth and pressed his lips against yours, making sure you would drink all the content as you should.

The healer was more flustered than Osamu himself at his actions, it wasn’t like he was trying to steal a kiss from you, he was just frustrated with the stupid bowl. “C’mon boy, let her rest. Let’s wait for her to wake up outside.” reluctantly, he obeyed.

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It took three full days for you to wake up, Samu never left your side, this causing the entire village to realize something was off.

He was not one to miss his shift at his parent’s owned restaurant, it was the only one in the village, so more than one villager realized he was missing. Atsumu was spotted a few times close to the healer’s house and Omimi was even more quiet than usual, this picked the leader’s interest.

The village used to be run by an elder woman, she was the eldest among all the current population of that side of the forest and had finally passed after a bountiful 5366 years of age. Her grandson was appointed as the new leader, despite his young age, he earned the respect of every single one of them, no one would go against his grandma’s wishes anyways.

You woke up to the feeling of something fuzzy poking your nostrils, making you sneeze. The sudden loud noise waking Samu up, one of his fuzzy ears was just a bit too close to your face. “Finally, you are awake.” he was rubbing his eyes tiredly, looking down at you like if sharing a futon with you was the most normal thing to do, forgetting this was the first time you’ve actually seen him. “Where am I?” all you could remember was the sharp pain on your head which was still present but way less intense. “We are at the healer’s house, I found you almost dead on the road, so I brought you to my village. Miya Osamu, by the way. My name.” you looked at him bashfully, he was handsome, but what had your attention were the fuzzy ears on the top of his head, a fox. “Is this the fox village? Did I find it?” your smile caught him off guard, giving you a short nod, “You were looking for my village? Why?” you were now sitting up beside him, taking in the building you were in, “Oh and I’m (Y/N) sorry, I got sidetracked. Thank you for saving my life, Miya-san. I will be forever in your debt. I was looking for your village because I have a rare bird produced disease. I actually came all the way here from the east side of the forest, my friends from the Tengu clan were trying to help me get rid of it, but not them nor the owl clan, not even the Bakeneko clan could find a way to fix it. I don’t mind dying. But I made a promise that I would try my best to survive. So, they sent me here as the last resort.”

The healer who was hearing everything from the other side of the wall, walked in unannounced, “We can’t help you girl. We might have overly long lives, but we aren’t gods. Our ways wouldn’t help you, we are different species.” your eyes wavered, a sad smile painted your features. Another dead end.

“Unless….” Samu stood up, looking at the healer. “Unless nothing, kid. She won’t receive Inari’s blessing.” you tugged on Osamu’s yukata, silently pleading for an explanation. He sat back down, looking into your eyes, “There’s an ancient legend that says if a human receives Inari’s blessing, they will become one of us. Since we aren’t mortal beings, your disease wouldn’t kill you.”

The leader of the village made his way inside the room where all of you were, having heard the last part of Osamu’s story, “Though, only one human had ever received such blessing, my grandfather, and he is dead, we aren’t completely immortal after all, we all die eventually. So, no one knows how he did it.” you bowed, imitating your new friend, he seemed like someone important. “But leader, the rest of the legend says that-“ Kita interrupted Osamu’s disrespectful outburst, “That true love from a fox and a human can bring Inari’s blessing. Yeah, I know. But my grandfather wasn’t sick, he lived here for ten years with my grandma, very much in love, before he received the blessing. So, we don’t know the whole story.” Osamu deflated next to you; would you even have ten years to figure it out? How long did love even take to flourish? What did true love even feel like?

More people kept coming in the healer’s house, now becoming an audience of some sort.

“I told him he should of just leave her to die on the road.” Atsumu scoffed, his harsh words making you coil behind Osamu.

“I’m not going to side with your brother, Osamu. You did a very noble thing; you have my respect for that. But you know it breaks the village rules, you can’t bring a human here. Not after what happened with my grandfather breaking the rules.” your head poked from the side of Osamu’s arm, looking at two toned haired fox. “What happened?” your voice was nothing but a whisper, but they all could hear you, “We are not a pure breed anymore.” your shaky hand held onto Samu’s strong arm for moral support, “Is…Is that a bad thing?” you were seriously curious, you’ve heard of the Bakeneko clan, they couldn’t care less for the origin of their partner, you actually found that endearing, even inspiring.

“Well, I don’t particularly think that way. But that’s how it’s always been, we don’t mess with rules around here.” the leader looked down at you, frowning, no wonder Osamu took a liking to you, you were just as disrespectful as he was.

“Almighty leader, may I say something?” the sarcastic son of the most prominent house of the village, the Suna family, spoke, coming out of nowhere. “You may.” he made some space for the new face to go into the room and revel on the presence of the newcomer. “All the elders expect our generation to bring pups and to not let our village die. But how are we supposed to do that when there’s only one girl around our age and that happens to be my sister, who’s very much sold to your family already? Wouldn’t it be convenient to have at least one more female around? Or do you expect me to make babies with the twin’s mother? Because I am very opposed to that, not even sure if she can even have more.” Osamu’s fist was clenching hard, placing a protective arm in front of you. “Don’t know what you are even talking about, Suna. Looks pretty claimed to me. What would you get out of this?” the man was now crawling his way over to you to peek behind the massive man guarding your form, a sly smirk on his face. “They just met, that’s not how we do things around here, the Miyas know this well.” he was a bit scary, didn’t give you the sense of safety Osamu did.

“He is right. It’s not first come first served. We would all have the same right to claim her, even you, leader.” Atsumu was now on your other side, making you shrink even more, holding onto Osamu for dear life, “Back off you low lives. You are scaring her.” his canines ready to bite an arm or two off any second now.

Heaving a deep disappointed sigh out, the leader straightened his back, a power display causing the younger foxes to retrieve. “While the claims of the Suna family might be accurate, this must be discussed with the eldest of the clans. We are indeed already a half breed, if we mix it with the same other half, it wouldn’t make the offspring any less pure than we are.” Samu released the breath he was holding at his words, relaxing his clenched fists, “This, however, will not guarantee you keeping the girl, Miya Osamu. And it will also not guarantee she will ever get Inari’s blessing. True love requires two hearts, feeling the same, weighing the same. We don’t need a woman who cannot provide offspring for the clan, so this isn’t up to me. All I can do is grant permission for the time being for her to be here. But you know the rules, she can’t go back to her world, she would have to stay here for good, or we would have to kill her.” he gave you one last look before leaving the house.

Osamu turned to look at you, he thought you would be crying at hearing such harsh words, but you were already destined to die, this wouldn’t shake your resolution. It was a complicated process though, is not like you can force a blessing from a god.

“Shall we go to my house? I’m sure we have enough room for you, at least until the leader dims you worthy of getting your own house.” you got up with his help, getting ready to walk to this new destination.

“Nah-uh. What did the leader say? The girl isn’t yours. Why would she stay in your house?” that blank stare and sly smirk were seriously giving you trust issues, he didn’t seem dangerous, it felt more like if he was desperate, but that was equally scary.

“Back off, Suna. She’s injured, scared and needs time to rest. It’s not time for romantic drama, besides, who do you think she would prefer being with? Someone who actually cares for her and is wiling to get kicked out of the village just to bring her to safety, or someone who’s just after her womb?” he was getting kicked out for you? Why? Why would he go to such lengths for a stranger…?

”So you are telling me that’s not what you’re after? What is it you wanna do with her, bake together? Do you think we are all stupid? I’m not letting the Miya family take the only girl available so easily, not without a fight, besides, we own the only inn in the village. Wouldn’t it be more suitable for a young unmarried woman to have her own room in a public inn rather than compromising her to not only one but two of her courtship options? That’s playing dirty.” he was going to take you away, wasn’t he? Samu could feel your heart rate pressed to his ribs, you were clearly scared and didn’t want to go with the sly fox.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be scared, you don’t have to go with him if you don’t want to.” he was cradling your face with one of his large hands, melting you to your bones. “Hands off, Samu. You’ve been awfully touchy with her, disgusting. I think she should go with Suna too. Even if that means I won’t have my share of time with her right now, at least it would keep you at a distance. Who would have thought you’d be such an intense rival.” you held his hand down from your face and padded your way over to the sly fox. “I…I don’t want to cause you any more troubles, you’ve already done so much for me. I’ll be ok.” the adoring look on your face, causing Samu’s lungs to stop working.

Suna guided you out of the house and towards his inn, a defeated looking Samu left alone to sulk in the now empty room.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you in any way. I’m actually pretty harmless.” his comment startled you but you could see he was just trying to break the ice, “My mother will make sure to give you a proper room and we’ll take care of your meals. Just make sure to rest and recover quickly. I’m usually at the counter on the first floor, you can always come to me if you need anything. I won’t lock you away or anything like that. That’s not how you get someone to love you, I guess.” you gave him and appreciative smile and limped on your own towards his house. It annoyed him to his core to see how you were desperately clinging onto Osamu, almost cuddling him, but you refuse to ask for his help even if you are in obvious intense pain. This wouldn’t be an easy win for any of them.

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The Suna family was unexpectedly very warm and kind. They gave you a nice big room with a lovely view of the mountains. The sly fox told you to call him by his first name as in the village many people had the same last name it would just be confusing to all. He brought you a fluffy comfortable futon and dozens of kimonos for you to wear at your own convenience. He was doing the best he could, and you were grateful, you didn’t hate this side of him, he was in all truth very kind and funny even.

The leader of the village managed to convince the elders to give you time, give their protective god a chance. Reminded them of the legend once told by many, the one now hanging from the wall decorating the walls of his office. A prophecy of some sort.

The legend didn’t end there, there was more to it, though this bit wasn’t shared with the common folk, “Time will come when the true heir of Inari is born to humans and will bring happiness and prosperity to the village in decline...”

Kita believed in true love, that’s how his grandparents were able to be together for thousands of years helping to build the well balanced and prosper society they live in right now.

But will there be enough time for that?

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riomsworld · 1 year

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Okay I am currently planning out a fanfic that I recently started writing, that’s why I started rewatch and write down every information that I would find useful. But while I did that I found out something interesting or rather something that I found interesting.

You see, through the whole series we learn more and more about the Jupiter Jim franchise, and it’s a lot, considering it is not mentioned that often in the series. The show really manages to paint a picture of this small little franchise within it self , it’s really insane if you think about it.

Like I started to write down some information, thinking to myself that It would be a fun side detail to add in my fanfic but then the list got longer, and longer…

So I decided to post everything I got, to maybe help other fanfic authors that might need this information and to maybe entertain some others.

But quick disclaimer: this is not everything, I am sure that I missed some details from the show but I do believe this is a majority of information we got.

Sorry for my bad english, and please enjoy! :3

All the Jupiter Jim movie

We know that there are 80 movies total, we only know the Titels of 69- 71 (don’t worry I’ll explain later why this number is a rough estimate)

The names of the movie titles we know are :

~ Jupiter Jim saves a cat

~ Jupiter Jim and the robo-blood suckers

~ Jupiter Jim and the shark people from planet shark

~ Jupiter Jim on planet Reptelia

~ Jupiter Jim and the invisible blaster from seta alpha 9

~ Jupiter Jim Time warp

~ Jupiter Jim sails the seven galaxies

~ Jupiter Jim - Pluto vacation IV

~ Jupiter Jim Last trip to the moon

~ Jupiter Jim Last trip to the moon 2

~Jupiter Jim Last trip to the moon 60

~ Jupiter Jim Second to last trip to the moon

-Jupiter Jim's third last trip to the Moon

( quick side note: I love the detail that the solutes of the aliens on the movie poster of Jupiter Jim on planet Raptelia , look like Raph and Leo )

Okay, now that you see the movie posters maybe you now understand why I can only give the the rough estimate of movie titels we know and why the number is so high

We know that there are 60 „last trip to the moon „ Movies , but we don’t know if they are all titelt that same way. Yes, the three Titel cards we are shown all have the same naming scheme „Jupiter Jim and the last trip to the moon“ with a number at the end announcing its placement in the mountain of sequels, however in the same episode we get to see them (which is repo mantis by the way ) Mikey mentioned another movie Titel in the „trip to the moon“ saga, „Jupiter Jimmy’s second to last trip to the moon“.

Now we now it’s not the second movie in the franchise, because we see it’s Titel card meaning it must be somewhere in between, but that indicates that there a movies in the saga that are named differently, meaning that we might not know all the „last rip to the moon „ movie Titels, but maybe it is just that one movie that is named differently, who knows?

The second reason I am not sure with the numbers of movie titles we know , is Pluto vacation IV. Is Pluto VC IV only named that way because it’s the fourth movie in the franchise? Or are there at least 3 other Pluto VC movies?

My guess is that it’s the later, considering that naming a movie Pluto VC IV would be an odd name to give a stand alone movie, but it’s Jupiter Jim we are talking about, everything is possible here.

Now we have that out of the way…

Characters in the Jupiter Jim universe

~ Jupiter Jim (obviously)

~ Red Fox

~ Atomic Lass

~ Atomic Lad

Red fox is Jupiter Jim’s trusted sidekick. She is a red Panda Yokai. Jupiter Jim never thanked her making her leave

Atomic Lass worked together with JJ in a movie or two, making her part of the Jupiter Jim extended universe. She is fighting crime, protecting Uraniumville from evil together with her partner Atomic Lad, who she is in a romantic relationship in. She and Jupiter Jim had a fall out, which made them never speak again. What the fallout caused is unknown to us, the fallout is known under “ the incident “ which will never be mentioned ever again.

Catchphrases and extra nifty stuff

~ the most common used phrase is the shout „Jupiter Jim Ahoy!“ which almost sounds like a war cry (It reminds me of the Leroy Jenkins shout )

~ the general use of the phrase „Ahoy!“ the Ahoy can be detached from the „Jupiter Jim‘ bit and still mean the same

~ „ by the rings of Jupiter!“ a expression used to express their surprise, the character that uses it the most (I think) is Red fox

~ “leaping lightyears! ” a expression to convey shock

~ Jupiter Jim’s space ship is called “The SS Starbold”

~ Jupiter Jim’s prime directive is to maintain Interplanetary peace

Weapon’s

Jupiter Jim uses a verity of weapons including ( but not limited to) the following:

~ The Harpoon ray

~ Solar-sabers

~ Stygian thumb cuffs

~Dolteray torture sticks

~ The invisible blaster of seta alpha 9

Honourable mentions (thinks that can be classified as weapons but are not quite weapons)

~ Crashosaurus Mech

~ Moon buggy

((~ the deadly nerve pinch)) (not a weapon but where else am I supposed to put it?)

Jupiter Jim and the gang

~ Leo owns Jupiter Jim action figures and has a poster from one of the Jupiter Jim movies hung up next to his bed (seen in smart Lair )

~ Mickey owns a Jupiter Jim plushy (seen in a chair next to Donnie in the episode‘Breaking Purple’ )

~ the Jupiter Jim movies are often considered cheap sci-if movie series, but it can be seen that their are many JJ fans out their, not just the Hamato gang

~ Donnie’s favourite character from the extended Jupiter Jim universe is Atomic Lass. He always dreamed about fighting crime with her in Uraniumville. He might even had (has) a crush on her flirting with mascot dressed as her (did he think it was really her? I don’t know I mean the thought for a second that she was dead after her head fell off, but he still talked to the person in costume as if they where the character.) ((imagine hyper fixating on fictional characters, ha!…. Wait, I do that….))

(((~ this is not a fact but rather a theory of mine, so please take this one with a grain of salt. Donnie used to have at least a small crush on Atomic Lass at least he had a small hyper fixation on her. We also know that he has a “Typ” as stated in ‘War and Pizza’ “you are so cute, but so mean! Why do I always go for your type?!” Could that mean that Atomic Lasses character is like that? A cute character that can act mean ? )))

~ The original Jupiter Jim actor is called Marcus Moncrief

^ him, being referred to as the original actor opens up the possibility that there may have been another actor portraying that character.

~ he is the Turtles favourite original JJ actor

~Splinter does not like Moncrief

~ Moncrief does not think highly of the Lu Jitsu Films

~ Aprils and Donnie’s favourite Jupiter Jim movie is “Pluto vacation IV”

~ Donnie always performs all the musical numbers when watching

~Raph always falls asleep while watching Pluto vacation IV, always crashing something with his head

~ Raph’s, Leo’s, and Mickey’s Favorit Jupiter Jim movie is “Jupiter Jim sails the seven galaxies”

~ Raph gets always stuck in a pirate accent after watching Seven galaxies

~ Leo an Mikey always argue during the movie, who gets to wear the captains helmet

~ In Jupiter Jim Ahoy, Leo mentioned that Jupiter Jim is like a father figure to him, I am not sure if he really means it though because splinter is standing right in front of him, it could be interpreted as a funny joke

~ the boys have been Jupiter Jim fans since they where little, they also had a a Jupiter Jim action figure which they used to repair the tea pot after it being destroyed in a game of sports ball

(Okay Tumblr is not allowing me to put more pictures, just imagine there are more okay? )

~ the Bros used to own a mind condition collectors edition comic book of the 1000 Issue

~ it can be argued that Donnie modelled his hammer extension after the one Atomic Lass has, maybe he had the idea of an rocket reinforced hammer extension from her in the first place .

~ Raph’s undercover cosplay looks like a space suite with the same symbol JJ and Red Fox had/ have on their uniforms/costumes . This leads me to believe that the SS Starbold crew must wear this kind of symbol on their uniform as well meaning Raph is cosplaying as a crew member of the SS Starbold

~ And lastly, even though all of them (April included) are huge Jupiter Jim fans, Leo is said to be the Jupiter Jim super fan

I think after collecting all this information I can at least be considering the second biggest super fan, even though I am properly missing some things in my list.

Thanks for reading :3

(((And just in case you are wondering, my fic is called 'let's be friends' on Ao3)))

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #save rottmnt #op rambles #Jupiter Jim #Atomic Lass #why did I do this??#but it was kinda fun ngl #will I do this Typ of post ever again? probably #rise mikey #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie

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capybaraonabicycle · 1 year

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Let's write an episode together and talk about the TARDIS(s)!

Anyone still there? Sorry, I got a little distracted by other things. But I am still having fun with this, so I will slowly continue it. Come along if you like :D (If you’re new: we’re writing a dw episode with my options that I am giving you and your choices in the polls. When it’s done I’ll force RTD to write it properly /j )

So far, we have decided on a multidoctor episode with the teams:

9 travelling with Rose, Bill and Jack

10 travelling with Martha, Donna and Jack

13 travelling with River and Yaz

Now, the last poll decided, that our episode will mostly take place inside the TARDIS. As we are dealing with a multidoctor episode, the question is: (How) Do they end up inside the same TARDIS? I have come up with some answers.

Explanations and examples can be found under the cut. Please remember while voting that no matter the scenario, the most time the camera will show the inside of one or more TARDIS-s (well, it’s all the same one anyway but you know what I mean), i.e. the console room, hallways or other rooms inside the ship.

I'll give you a little more time this round as I am expecting I might stay this slow with updates.

please reblog to gather more writers ❤

Scenario Different TARDIS-s, different plots

The distinct TARDIS teams don’t interact directly. The scenes switch back and forth, showing three distinct (but related?) stories inside the three TARDIS-s of the three teams. In different points in time and different locations. The teams don’t interact with each other except for possibly the Doctor and Jack remembering a similar situation or objects inside the TARDIS being used. Or things one Doctor and team do influencing another incarnation (think 11 ordering a fez and 13 receiving it). To the teams it has no relevance that we are seeing the scenes together but they enhance each other through subtle references.

Scenario Different TARDIS-s, same plot

All the teams stay inside their own TARDIS, at least for most of the episode, but they can communicate. Either directly, video call style, or a little more like Sally and her DVD’s with the Doctor/Jack leaving notes for past and future selves. The three teams work together to fight some impeding doom™, perhaps resulting in a celebratory party in the end outside the TARDIS-s.

Scenario Same TARDIS

For some reason two teams end up inside the TARDIS of another. I am imagining 13 purposefully tries to borrow 10’s TARDIS to do something specific (maybe she needs the round things for it or something) but miscalculates the time. Thus, contrarily to her belief, 10 and his team are already inside, taking a calm day to explore some rooms or something. And it’s not just them because right before 13 plus team arrive, 9 and his friends have made their way on board, mistaking her for their own TARDIS. The TARDIS, ever helpful, provided them their rooms, too, at the usual place. So, everyone’s inside the ship somewhere, none the wiser, when 13 and Yaz and River are starting the engine. Everyone comes to see who is abducting ‘their’ ship and find those strange women. Half of the episode is probably consecrated to the Doctor’s bickering about whose ship this is and who gets to fly her and the other half to actually pulling themselves together and solving the issue 13 was concerned with together.

Scenario Merged TARDIS – Doors

An error occurs and suddenly, while believing to have landed somewhere else, one team opens their door to leave the ship and finds itself entering the console room of another team, through the TARDIS door again. When they try to leave and go back, they end up inside the third team’s console room. Only at the third try they get back, but no matter where they try to fly to, the doors stay merged together. The outside of one TARDIS has become the inside of another (a tiny bit like in ‘time’ and ‘space’). The main issue of this episode is to figure out how to detach the TARDIS’s again and which Doctor belongs into which TARDIS and which Jack to which Doctor before the split happens and they’re all separated again.

Scenario Merged TARDIS – Interior

The TARDIS incites the teams to venture further into her depths until they reach the inside of another TARDIS incarnation. She has merged her insides together, producing a way of easily moving from one timeline to the other (although you have to run quite a long way, I suppose, I’m sure Donna and 10 will provide some segways to help out eventually). This helps with fighting several issues outside two or three of the TARDIS-s. This episode will feature a lot of running through TARDIS hallways, getting lost, searching for items that only exist earlier or later in time and loads of chaos and shouting to get a grip on the issues happening outside. Also probably someone getting locked inside a room on accident or one of the console rooms being no longer safe to enter.

Scenario Merged TARDIS – Russian Doll

One TARDIS is having steering/stabilising problems. To solve them, she lands inside the safest place: Herself. But not herself right now, but a former/later console room. When that TARDIS, disturbed from the impact of having herself inside, tries to land, the same thing happens. The Doctors storm out, managing to prevent the third TARDIS from landing and repeating the process, but now we have a TARDIS inside a TARDIS inside a TARDIS that can’t land. And the inner ones are too ruffled to start flying as well. The main issue is to resolve the connection and get all the TARDIS-s to be normal again.

(possible extra option with this one: one or several of the TARDIS-s get shrunk in the process together with the travellers. Picture mini-13 climbing over the console and leather jacket up to 9's ear to yell at him to notice them and help them out for Gallifrey's sake! (also tiny Jack hitting on giant Jack and vice versa) If people like this extra option, regardless of which option wins, I'll see if we can include it there, too)

Scenario Merged/One TARDIS – Echoes

We are following the storyline of only one of the teams but the TARDIS is supplying memories/echoes of former/later companions and Doctors to help with the plot. A little like River in ‘Name of the Doctor’ or 13 and the fugitive Doctor in ‘Once upon time’. Some possession, some ghostlike figures and images in mirrors and tapestries, some people suddenly being displaced in time and disappearing again. The echoes are interacting with the main TARDIS team but it is clear they are not completely there. When that particular adventure is lived, the TARDIS stops producing the echoes or is repaired so she doesn’t have to anymore.

Scenario The Master’s TARDIS

We are not inside the Doctor’s TARDIS at all but some incarnation of the Master has abducted/lured all the three teams into their own TARDIS where they have to work together to survive whatever the Master can throw at them in their own realm. Also possible with several incarnations of the Master working together.

Scenario Trenzalore

What it says on the tin. The three teams end up on Trenzalore inside the giant TARDIS that is the Doctor's grave. This one is angsty, friends ❤

In any case, feel free to leave your own ideas for scenarios in the tags. If I like them enough, I might to a redraw between your ideas and the most popular ones here :)

#poll-who episode #tardis #the tardis #doctor who #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #thirteenth doctor #bill potts #rose tyler #captain jack harkness #donna noble #martha jones #river song #yasmin khan #if you're still here and voting: I love you ❤

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Ender Magnolia, Trailer Analysis Part 1

I am super excited for Ender Magnolia. Ender Lilies was one of the first games I got on the Switch and I loved every minute. I vaguely remember that Binary Haze Interactive was working on a sequel, but I completely forgot about it. Currently, there is an official site, but there is only a countdown on it. I suspect that we will get more information once the countdown hits zero, but in the meantime, I wanted to dissect everything I can find in the trailer, screenshots, and released information I found. This analysis will be cut up in several posts. Might be spoilers so don't read if you don't want to.

EDIT: Found a new image that I added

First I wanted to talk about lore and a little theory I have.

So in terms of timelines, we are decades after Lily has purified the blighted lord in Land’s End and stopped the rain of death. In Ender Lilies we learned that the Ancient’s land was split into six nations. Based on the notes we can find in the game, we know that three kingdoms fell to the blight: Land’s End, the Land of Snow, and an unnamed nation far east. We never learn the faith of the other three kingdoms, but I would not be surprised that at least one of them survived. I’m assuming that the Land of Fumes is another one of the six nations that were not attacked by the blight. Based on what we can see it seems this kingdom did indeed survive and was developing its land with both magic and technology. The kingdom had a taste for conquest and their spoils of war led to the creation of the Homunculi. They served as a way to help grow this flourishing kingdom and were under the control of the king.

The Land of Fumes has been sitting on a wealth of buried magic and that magic most likely became corrupted. My guess is that while the blight did disappear in Land’s End, it might have been limited to only Land’s End. The other two kingdoms might still have had blight-filled water in the ground and that water slowly made its way to the other kingdoms, including the Land of Fumes. My guess is that when it came in contact with this magic, the blight started to mutate and evolve into something else. So when during the underground resource-harvesting they hit a spot that was filled with blight 2.0, also known as Fumes. Unfortunately, they started a tragedy that has already destroyed at least three kingdoms. It might also be that this isn’t blight at all and just something entirely different.

The big difference with Ender Lilies is that the invasion of the blight is probably somewhere in its middle stages as we do see a handful of normal people in the trailer who do not possess either wealth or power to make it to safety of upward.

One final thing. Based of on the few normal people in the trailer and Lilac herself, it seems they are protected by this blue light. They either carry it or are in a place where it falls down like snow.

At the very least the blue light is some sort of salvation as Lilac uses it for purified spirits and Homunculi. The image below might be a mental plane where Lilac can communicate with her purified foes. As you can see there’s a blue light bulb, possibly indicating they are protected from the fumes.

The purified spirits also have a blue color scheme in battle, which I love.

#ender lilies #ender magnolia

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theworldgate · 9 months

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Set reveals/details from GenCon Summarised

Warning: this got long. Anyway:

Ravnica Remastered: Dominaria Remastered but make it Ravnica! Includes old border shocks [presumably all of them], as well as old border versions of Krenko, Mob Boss [shown on twitter] and possibly Arclight Phoenix [shown in the YT video, unsure why it was swapped out], presumably amongst others. Murders at Karlov Manor: It's a murder mystery set! On Ravnica! Also part of the Omenpath arc somehow? Presumably someone of note will die and also a lot of other people. Recognisable characters in the key art are Aurelia (Boros), Massacre Girl (Rakdos adjacent but not necessarily in the guild), and Krenko. There's also an Izzet Viashino, a woman who is aesthetically a cross between Rakdos and Orzhov, and a guy with a who I do not recognise but has Main Character Energy. (I'd guess Massacre Girl is playing the role of Genocider Syo in this production of Dangan Ronpa, in that she is very much a serial mass murderer but with a very specific method of mass murdering that rules her out. Heck I think her murder method is also scissors adjacent wtf) Main Character Energy guy also appears in another piece of art, with possibly-Kaya in the background? (The colour scheme fits Orzhov, the purple glow is very Kaya, and the gold headband matches "Kaya, Orzhov Usurper" but the outfit is a bit different to what she's been seen in previously) And also possibly Etrata? The art I'm on about:

Also there's a Cluedo variant. Probably a Cluedo-like version of Explorers of Ixalan, which I own somewhere and sleeved up and never got round to playing. Anyway. Universes Beyond: Fallout: A Commander deck release, so more Doctor Who than Lord of the Wings. Covers four factions. Speculation: Brotherhood of Steel are a dead cert but otherwise... like there has to be Supermutants and other wasteland dangers (Raiders feels like a weak basis for a deck), and I'd guess either the Enclave or the Syndicate. 4th is a toss-up. NCR doesn't quite have the iconic characters, Minutemen are only in one game, Ceasar's Legion is Problematic to say the least... doing the whole Nevada would be cool but unlikely... (The Courier as a WUBRG Legendary Scout?). In any case, it will not be coming to Magic Arena.

Outlaws of Thunder Junction: Wild West set and notionally an interdimensional villain team up. Has a new, Native American-coded, character. Mark invited us to recognise 'villains' in a key art picture but at a guess it's not as cut-and-shut as it was in vision design given that said character has a distinctive spiky weapon that is visible in there.

But anyway, returning characters there are: Vraska, Oko, and Rakdos (maybe he did all those murders at Karlov Manor). There's also a very short character who I can't pinpoint (like not "Nissa" or "me" short, "small child" short and so my default guess would be Animatou but she seems more likely to be wearing a dress), and another humanoid who's around Vraska's height. For that last one, I'd guess (and others have guessed) that they're Jace by process of "they're about Vraska's height and also stood next to Vraska". That figure does have very distinctive shoulder pads, but I can't pinpoint where I've seen them before if ever and the cowboy hat really throws off figuring out other parts of the sillhouette.

From inference, this will also mark the end of the "Omenpath" sub-arc of whatever the next big arc will be. Modern Horizons III: The third Modern Horizons, but this time with Double-faced cards! Mark used the phrase "turns into a Planeswalker" as an example so presumably we've got a card that turns into a Planeswalker in there. It will also be coming to Arena! In addition to the snake lady (as in, lady accompanied by giant snakes), we see art of a demon angel (demons and/or angels presumably being a theme) and the three Eldrazi titans in the sea stirring stuff up (literally).

Assassin's Creed: It will have some new kind of booster and I would put money on it being an Aftermath-style "epilogue booster" but called "beyond boosters" instead because "epilogue booster" would be a weird thing to put on the first boxes of Assassin's Creed Magic cards, yes. Bloomburrow: The little mouse vs giant [actual regular-sized] elemental wolf set! It's a no-humanoids set, though maybe we'll see one very confused humanoid who wandered in on an Omenpath. It's also the start of the "Dragonstorm" arc which is probably why Ultimate is (spoilers!) a return to Tarkir. It's the anthropomporphic small furry animals (actually small!) plane. Naturally, there be squirrels. It's also a weird kind of reverse palette cleanser for... Duskmourn: House of Horror: Really going into the 70s/80s Horror tropes. Think "Betrayal at House on the Hill" the entire plane is somehow a single mansion and presumably it's some Oldwalker's murder plane that got linked into the wider multiverse by omenpaths. [Further speculation: I am going to pre-emptively guess that Nissa and Chandra turn up here, if only because ending up on the H. H. Holmes murder house plane (that also serves both Eldrazi and New Phyrexia in one of the images we see) feels like exactly the sort of thing that would happen to the woman who by sheer luck and possibly also a carefully planned trap on the part of the Phyrexians ended up separated from everyone on the strike team but Lukka.] Innistrad Remastered: Ravnica Remastered, but make it Innistrad! Tennis: Interplanar death race! Takes place across three planes, two of which we've seen as settings for premier [standard-legal] sets but haven't returned to, and one that we've seen on cards but not as a setting for a premier set. Concept art includes a spooky jeep (like... an actual modern car but piloted by a beast-demon-ghost), and a motorbike that looks like a bright red collab between Kaladesh and New Cappena.

Ultimate (Frisbee): Hey, turns out all those very strong hints in Aftermath at a return to Tarkir were hinting at a return to Tarkir! We're also supposedly gonna get the best of both worlds [or, rather, timelines] and I am so sorry that I cannot come up with anything that scans to the Hannah Montana theme song as commentary on that. It's also the end of the Dragonstorm (sub-)arc by inference which... yes if the 'Dragonstorm' arc isn't beginning on the dragon plane I guess it would make sense for it to end there. Final Fantasy: Full on proper set by the look-see of it. It's meant to cover all 16 mainline games, unclear on whether it includes all the supplemental sets. Kind of wild, actually, given that Final Fantasy had a trading card game and also... my god that's a lot of characters though it's not like there's not a bajillion mega crossovers anyway. (like presumably it's the Dissidia card game or something). Also man fitting that to the colour pie will be interesting...

Volleyball: Magic the Gathering IN SPACE. Like. Literally that's the concept (well, top down Space Opera a la Star Wars. Not as far out as it sounds - I feel like it's a common old CRPG trope and so probably already in D&D to begin with. Still very in concepting. Also the beginning of the [CENSORED] arc. The name itself is a spoiler! (presumably for the ending of the dragonstorm arc which, as far as arc names go, does seem like it might be spoilery)

Wrestling: Return to Lorwyn/Shadowmoor! It looks like there will be some radical changes, which will be interesting to square with The Invasion of Lorwyn card but tbh I think feeling free to engage in light retcons to make a better game is fine.

eXtreme Sports: Unlike Elon Musk, WotC does not have an obsession with the letter 'X' and so instead we move swiftly on to...

Yachting: Return to Arcaivos! [Speculation: FOR PLOT REASONS because I don't think Arcaivos was that popular but... uh, Will and Rowan and Quintorius and Liliana and also the biggest library in the multiverse and it can show off Omenpaths so it's kinda weird that oh god it's like two years away anyway]

Ziplining: An capstone event set of some description! Mark was unable to say anything, but he did reveal, probably on accident that there will be a villain! Also it will happen somewhere! It is also the end of the [CENSORED] (sub-)arc and the Codenamed-Metronome 3 year arc.

#magic the gathering #mtg #text #long post is long

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badbatch-forever · 4 months

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Man In The Mountains

TOMURA SHIGARAKI AU CHAPTER 1.

Note: This is my first MHA fanfic. In this AU our star is Shigaraki Tomura, one of the main villains. If you haven't seen My Hero academia I definitely recommend watching it for fun, but also before reading this. This entire fic is more of "What if" than an actual redemption arc. Basically this whole story is just "What if someone else found Tenko Shimura?"

Summary: Aizawa had the class do some training camp out in the woods- but Midoriya lost his way and ends up finding someone he shouldn't.

Word count: N/A

Warnings: Language, and probably angst somewhere

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It was the third year of UA high when Aizawa announced that as a Spring break activity the student would be going to yet, another training camp out in the woods. The Pussy Cats would likely be assisting them like last time. Hopefully this time- no villains.

No one appeared to be worried though. This time they took safety protocols to the max to ensure not even a stray cat could find them.

It was a long and treacherous bus ride over there, maybe worse than the last. Bakugo became so overrun by boredom and restlessness he nearly blew up the bus, but don't worry it was no more than six times atleast. When they finally arrived everyone knew the drill. Of course, only their training exercises would be much harder. But there was a bonus activity added to the mix: hunting. The Pussy cats announced that there would be a hunting competition on each of the last three days of camp. Basically there was wildlife on the training grounds intentionally ment to roam for this activity. Whoever had the heaviest kill-pile was basically the winner. Bakugo was of course ecstatic when heard this. But at last they had to wait

The pussy cat's made them dinner the first night, and the students had to provide the rest. Later, when everyone was out in their cots, Izuku couldn't sleep. He just kept staring out the window at the moon and the stars which appeared brighter when there was no artificial light to dwarf it. He gazed at it for an eternity, at the same time trying to review notes, and power guides. At the end of the day he drifted off to sleep with his journal on his face on the bed beneath his window.

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Luckily, the first few days went by quickly. It was the same thing over and over with different difficulties each time. Without interruption it went by even quicker. Before anyone could take another breath it was already the last three days and everyone was prepping they lended bows and arrows for the hunting expedition. There was a huge plot of land with lots of wildlife to stalk, and they would be given horses to cover more ground. It was a disadvantage in a way because they could be loud, but it moved quicker and tested the student's tolerance and quick thinking.

When the cats raised their paws with flags and waved one stroke down each student rode off in a different direction. Midoriya headed South of lodge. Real south. So south he wondered if he had crossed the line somewhere. But he wanted to get as far away from the others as possible. Mostly from Bakugo. He rode through a heave overhang of trees. He found himself utterly infatuated by the nature. It all seemed very at peace.

That peace didn't last long. There was a rusting in the bushes that got Midoriya's senses tingling. "A villain? An animal?" He turned, ready to ride or die. Unlucky for him a bear charged through the trees roaring aggressively and swiping. Not only did the loud noise startle the horse, but the bear's claws raking against it's hind quarters sent it running for the hills.

Izuku tried to calm the horse down or at least take control, but there was no stopping it. The horse just kept running and running and running until Izuku didn't know where anything was anymore. The adrenaline made him loose his focus on his surroundings and he had no idea where the horse had turned or looped. Then suddenly, the horse jumped and bucked Midoriya off and knocked him out when his head hit the unfamiliar ground.

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Izuku opened his eyes slowly, his vision was blurry at first and it took him a while to process what had just happened. He sat up and rubbed his bleeding head, but that wasn't his main concern. Where was he? Where was the horse? Where was the bear?

He saw the hoofprints faintly in the dirt but the faded off into the underbrush. He didn't see or hear a bear so he figured they'd outran it. He stood up a bit dizzy and looked around for any clues. Upon walking for a little while he noticed a house towering on a tall hill above the trees. Instinctively, he ran towards it in hopes of finding somebody who could help. He ran until he was met with a rather nice property. The trees seemed to fade into a brilliant ground of green grass and a house lodged on stilts next to a giant oak tree. Beside that, in front of him, was a small creek with glittering crystal clear water....and a man on a bench!

"Hey! Excuse me! Sir!" Izuku called out to him as he ran closer while still trying to catch his breath. "Sir," he panted. "I'm really sorry to bother you! You see, me and my friend were doing this training camp thing out in the woods with our teacher to enhance our quirks and we were doing this hunting expedition one horse back and a bear came out of nowhere and my horse got spooked and ran quite far then bucked me off and now im lost so may you please help me get back?" Izuku rambled for what seemed like hours. He needed more air from all that talking than from all that running.

The man looked over at him with an alarmed expression at first, his pale face calmed after hearing the situation. Izuku finally managed to look up at him, and was slightly disturbed by this man. He had blood-red eyes, and a scarred dry wrinkled face, despite looking all the more so young.

"Where you from?" The mans voice was high and slightly raspy. "Uh- you know that lodge further up north- I think...i kinda lost my direction." Izuku admitted. The man thought for a moment before a lightbulb lit. "Oh! You mean that place where the cat people live? Sure I can take you back! It's a long walk though, sure ya can make it?" The man stood up.

Izuku nodded. "Thank you very much sir!" He followed accordingly. Walking down the side of the stream and eventually they were surrounded by trees again. The man seemed to know his way around pretty good. "Do you live out here?" Izuku asked. "Yep." Then it hit him. " Oh, I bet you live out here to be left alone right? I'm sorry I really didn't mean to intrude, like I said before i-" Midoriya was cut off. "Don't worry about! It's nice to see other people once in a while." The man gave a warm smile. " Does anyone else live at your residence?" Izuku asked innocently. "Not permanently, there's a maid that comes and goes and a therapist too. That's really all the people I see." The man kept walking with his hand in the pockets of his black hoodie. "By the way sir, I don't think I caught your name?" He looked up at the man who stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to look at Izuku with those flashy red eyes.

"Call me Tenko." He chuckled.

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The rest of the walk was quite pleasant. The air was cool and no other animals interrupted them along the way. Izuku was grateful for that. And for Tenko's help! The two had talked the whole way like they had been friends forever, until eventually they were no further than 50 feet away from the lodge. Aizawa stood on the porch and immediately sprinted towards Midoriya the moment he saw him. "Where have you been?!" Aizawa shook Izuku's shoulders. Tenko stood a good ten feet away. "I'm sorry, a bear spooked my horse and bucked me off and I got lost, but then I found Tenko and he helped get back!" Midoriya beamed. Tenko waved, and Midoriya noticed he had two of his fingers covered ina glove material. He wouldn't ask about it now if course.

"Tenko?" Aizawa sounded rather judgemental. "Right that's not far off." He muttered.

"I best be going, though it was pleasant meeting you Izuku!" Tenko returned both hands to his front pocket of the hoodie and turned back towards the trees to head home. "Bye Tenko!" Midoriya called, but Aizawa got in his face in an intimidating manner. "You listen to me, don't ever speak to him again, you hear me?" Aizawa sounded almost threatening. "But why? He seemed so friendly!" Izuku sounded like an oblivious child. "If I am correct, that is Tenko Shimura. No one really knows much about the situations but when he was younger he manifested a quirk that of which murdered his entire family when he was just eight years old. It is unclear if whether those murders were intentional or not but thankfully he was found by a nice lady who happened to be a psychiatrist. Since he was just a child they hid him up here somewhere in a private estate so he wouldn't risk killing any other people, so stay away from him." Aizawa ordered, a turned to go back inside.

Izuku was shocked upon hearing this but he still wasn't convinced he was a bad person. He was still curious-maybe he didn't have to be? But he was.

"hey Midoriya! Come inside and eat now that your finally back!" Kirishima yelled over Izuku's thoughts. "R-right! Coming!" He ran inside, and was met with Bakugo ruffling his hair aggressively. "Where the hell have you been?! Oh well it doesn't matter I still have more meat than you, you damn nerd!" He smirked in triumph. "Yeah, yeah whatever Kachaan." Izuku examined the room filled with foo made by his peers. Tenko still lingered in the back of his mind. He could worry about him right now.

Only, for right now.

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Concluding notes: that wraps up chapter one! Hopefully I'll work on more in the future. Hope y'all enjoyed it!

#tomura shigaraki #tenko shimura #MHA #BNHA #Tomura fanfic #Tomura and Izuku #What if?#Shigaraki AU #MHA AU

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freeuselandonorris · 1 year

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just sitting here quietly having a breakdown thinking about the way the writing in succession consistently denies its characters any chance at a redemption arc.

at the end of episode 2, roman goes back to his father and allows himself to be largely convinced(/manipulated) into re-joining logan in the trip to see matsson. at the end of that episode i was thinking, yes, maybe this is finally roman’s chance to escape the miserable cycle of letting himself believe his dad’s manipulations (“more than that: i need you”) and truly stand up for himself!

and the beginning of the episode sets us up for that too, because his dad instantly sets him the worst, cruelest task possible in firing gerri. in most shows, following the typical narrative arc, this would be the dark night of the soul moment, where the character reaches their lowest point and in doing so, begins to grow and change. and we see roman do that, because he sends the voice note standing up to his father, confronting him after a lifetime of desperately avoiding doing just that.

and then the rug gets pulled out from under the narrative. instead of the chance to grow, he’s back to the beginning, fumbling his words, convinced he’s fucked up on a terrifyingly deep level. and it’s a plot device that’s happened over and over again across the previous three seasons because these characters haven’t grown as people, because they haven’t been allowed to.

and idk it’s heartbreaking to watch!! but also as a writer it’s a really incredible example of the whole ‘kill your darlings’ thing, this idea that sometimes the best thing to do for your characters (in the sense of the narrative, not the sense of the mental well-being of the characters themselves) is to let them, finally, do the right thing, and let it make no fucking difference. and ofc i know we’ve got seven episodes left yet and my god i hope there is some redemption somewhere in those episodes for at least some of the characters! but to not have it happen in this episode, and in this way, is such a bold and heartless and brilliant way to write.

#i don’t know what this is i just have a lot of thoughts #i am just generally consistently amazed at the writing on this show #even when it’s busy tearing my heart out and stamping on it #succession spoilers #succession

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barbwrites · 9 months

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By all storytelling standards, it should have been a dark and stormy night. It should have been a terribly loud, sad and angry sky that raged overhead, but it was sunny and it was daytime. No one could have guessed the tragedy that was happening underneath it. It was the most terrible day that Vera had ever had in her life. Her now ex had suddenly left her and moved far away with no warning, her father had died in the hospital shortly after, and in the throes of grief, Vera's mother had blamed her. Earlier, she had forgotten her bag on the bus, containing her wallet, her keys, her computer and her phone. She knew that the first thing to do was probably to phone the bus company in hopes that some kind soul had brought her bag to lost and found… But she didn’t have the strength for that. This awful day had beaten her down, drained her of all energy and strength, and as if that wasn’t enough, she was now being told by some police that she couldn’t remain here slumped on the ground, crushed under the weight of devastating tragedy, because the park was closing. After having physically carried this empty husk of a person to the edge of the park, the policemen locked the park gates and disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd – that heartless amorphous entity that would roam the streets day after day had never seemed so cold before. Vera used to relish in the asocial nature of the city crowds, as it afforded her peace and relative quiet on her daily commutes, but the social system that treated normal people with respectable apathy treated those in need with disgust. It was as if the people of the city blamed her for her moment of weakness, as if the mere act of existing in noticeable distress was an immoral assault of guilt upon the rest of the world.

I guess that’s how it works. She thought, Being noticeable makes you one of two things: a passing novelty or a crime against civilised society, depending entirely on whether or not people like what they see, on whether or not you were too different to be acceptable.

Apparently having a face full of tears mixed with mascara and your very soul quietly wailing in agony was too different for these people.

By the time the sky was starting to darken, Vera had managed to curl up, leaning on the side of a bench, having lacked the strength to actually get up onto the bench. This was better, because being out of the way of everyone and half-behind something kept most people from leering at you as they walked by.

A couple of hours later, the early autumn chill had set in to such a degree that it seemed to flip a switch in Vera, kicking some sort of survival instinct into gear, and she found herself stumbling meekly towards home.

With her keys presumably in some bus depot somewhere, Vera ended up sleeping on her neighbour’s deck furniture, as it gave at least a flimsy roof overhead, some distance between her and the cold ground, as well as some unsatisfying, but still softer-than-the-ground seat cushions.

She woke up the next morning to the sun shining through her eyelids, which were glued shut by dried mascara. After what felt like half an hour of repeatedly picking dark mascara crust from her eyes and blinking profusely because there was still some left, she found a note on the deck table beside her.

Oh, right. she thought, I have yet again been an inconvenience plaguing society, and need to be reprimanded in the most impersonal way possible.

She picked up the note, steeled herself for an onslaught of passive-aggressive abuse, then started to read.

“I saw you out here just before going to bed (about 2 AM). Sorry I couldn’t carry you in, out of the cold. I hope the blankets were enough.

When you wake up, you can knock on my bedroom window (the one just behind the lattice) and I’ll come let you in. Just in case I’m out cold, there’s warm tea in the thermos that can help warm you up.

Hope you don’t freeze to death.

-Emma”

Looking around her properly, Vera saw that there were indeed three blankets still half draped over her and a thermos on the table. Tears started welling up in her eyes again, but instead of the sadness she had felt the day before, it was confused tears of relief. The tears hurt her eyes, but she didn’t care.

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When Emma woke up it was already bright outside, which was nothing new for her, but she had hoped to be woken up by that pretty stranger on her deck, partly because she was worried about her, and partly because she felt there was a story there, and she was curious.

I guess she ran off. she thought, Knowing the people in this town, she probably took what she could sell and disappeared. I’m probably gonna have to get a new thermos, and some new blankets.

To Emma’s surprise, when she looked out on the deck, not only was there still a thermos and some blankets still there, there was also a girl, still there.

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To be continued (if I ever find my way back to it)

#Writing #fiction #sad stuff #but with hope on the horizon #fic #OC #just figured I'd start putting stuff out there #angst #light in the darkness

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goldentangerines · 1 year

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of leaving

from: willows in gold

word count: i have no idea. it's just vibes (the vibes being death, past trauma, violence, blood, sad, I CRIED ok, loss of a loved one, mcd?, heavy angst etc you get the gist. it's not very explicit because i tried to keep it as vague as possible but yeah. as i said: vibes)

this scene happens at the end of book one. this is the fifth draft i wrote up for it and they were all Good but i need to get it Right. so take this one and let it be known that i have one very different version in my documents that left my ex gf so stunned she couldn't talk to me for at least twenty minutes and that one is still my favorite ever and i will not share that one except for publishing lmao

taglist: @emelkae @nicola-writes @talesofsorrowandofruin @venustversailles and idk who else i really ought to make a proper list somewhere :-) please lmk what you think i'm so insecure!! enjoy <3

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And Asja can't move. She can't, can't reach Damian, who's beat up and bleeding, and the only thing she hears roaring in her head is the voice of a woman long gone whispering in her ear that everything's going to be alright.

In another time, another place, another life, maybe it could have been. But not here, and not for her.

Don't die, yes? Don't.

Too little, too late.

Somewhere above her, Damian screams. He still fights, Asja reckons, but it's pointless.

In her heart, the woman sings a song so terrible and sweet it takes Asja's breath away. She strokes her cheek, a gentle smile in her voice while their story unfolds note for note.

It feels almost like home, this embrace, and with it comes back all that was lost, all that she had tried to forget — the months down in the catacombs that had never been touched by sunlight, the hurt and loss and the endless torture.

Almost like home, almost like a dream.

In the dream the dirt and grit of weeks past clings to both their faces, and the lice have made a home in their hair, the illnesses in their blood. In the dream they can hear the screams of countless others, tortured with golden whips, silver knives and salt in their wounds. In the dream they're in their cell, huddled in the corner. The woman whose name Asja forgot — or never learned, maybe — holds her, sings a tune to soothe her like a newborn baby, and repeats, repeats, repeats, that everything is going to be alright. They both know it's a lie. They're both aware of the black stain on her clothes, the wound that runs deep, of their time crawling to an end. They can feel it, and they know.

They know.

Reality bleeds through and washes the memory away as Damjan tries to make his way over to where Asja lies in a puddle of her own blood, gasping for air. And Asja hears the voice of the woman who's been dead for three long, long years, and she knows.

She tries to look at Damian, but her head lolls to the side and she can only see his legs.

He's almost there, maybe three long steps away, still held back by people they don't know, and he shouts at her, angry, furious in helplessness, fear, but Asja knows, as her hand twitches towards him and fails to move, that she won't get to say goodbye, not this time.

Don't die, yes? Don't.

Too little, too late.

And life escapes her.

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Number Nine

Epilogue: My Ever After

AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra

May 2026

Lea was getting increasingly frustrated with her husband. She didn’t know how Nicole put up with it. Thirty years of dealing with him, probably, but still.

“No,” Tim insisted firmly, “six bedrooms is not nearly enough.”

“How is it not enough?” Nicole demanded. Neither were paying much attention to Lea, who stood off to the side in the living room of the fourth house they’d looked at that day. “Six bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, 4,600 square feet on nearly half an acre, I don’t understand—“

Tim sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “The square footage is fine,” he allowed, “but only half an acre? Not even that! What if Cassie and Elle come to visit? What if they bring friends? No, we need more space outside than this.” Nicole gaped at him, but he continued, “and six bedrooms isn’t enough. I’m sorry, but it’s not.”

“What do you mean six bedrooms isn’t enough?” his mother demanded. “What on earth could you possibly need more than that for?”

Tim held up a fist. “Our room.” He raised a finger. “Nursery, preferably right next to our room.” Another finger. “A minimum of two guest bedrooms.” Two more fingers in addition to his other hand. “A minimum of five bedrooms for Theo, the baby, and any others.”

“Five?!” Nicole squeaked, astonished. “Five just for yours and Lea’s kids, and nine total? That’s ridiculous, Timothée!”

“I think I’m being quite generous with the bedroom requirement, actually,” he informed her, clasping his hands behind his back. “Ideally, I’d like two separate in-law suites—one for you and Dad, one for Lea’s mom, who I think you’ll like a lot, by the way—as well as two permanent bedrooms for Cassie and Elle. However, I realize that would be difficult to find, so I’m willing to just have them built before we move in and start with eight instead of the full thirteen.”

Lea didn’t bother to hide her eyeroll. Neither Chalamet was looking at her.

“Any other ridiculous requirements I should hear about?” Nicole wanted to know. “Or is this house fine otherwise?”

Tim hummed, considering. “A larger kitchen would be best,” he decided. “The shower seat in the master isn’t wide enough, either, so we’ll either need one that has a wider one built in or a large enough shower for us to add a larger one.”

“Why—“

Tim didn’t seem to hear his mother, however. “Oh, and we cannot have a bathtub as shallow as this one is. The master bathroom needs a significantly deeper one.”

“But why?” Nicole persisted. “Why is all this necessary? Why is the depth of the bathtub noteworthy at all?”

“Water splashes, Mom,” he explained with forced patience. “It’ll get on the floor if the tub isn’t deep enough. Lea could slip and fall.”

Her mother-in-law rolled her eyes. “You’re being paranoid.”

“And,” he went on, “there’s only one closet in the master bedroom. We both have a lot of clothes, we need separate places to put them.”

Nicole threw her hands up in defeat. “Fine! It’s a damn shame, though; this one was built in 1918.”

“Ah, yes,” he agreed sarcastically, “the end of World War One and the Spanish flu epidemic. Lovely reminder of days gone by.”

Lea rolled her eyes, taking his hand and leading him to the car.

The next house was… different, to say the least.

“You cannot complain about the number of bedrooms in this one,” Nicole grumbled as she pulled to a stop in front of a grand driveway. They were far enough away still to see the house, if one could call a literal fucking castle a house.

“Built in 1990,” her mother-in-law started, “renovated a few years later. Sixteen bedrooms, eighteen full baths, eight half baths, elevator, an exceptionally deep tub in the master bathroom—yes, Timothée, I checked—, two guest houses, two in-law suites, somewhere around 25,000 square feet for the main house on 6.74 acres, a truly impressive security system, a pool, a hot tub, indoor fountains and hand painted murals— truly, I don’t see how you could refuse this one. Maybe it’d need a tiny bit of renovating, but I really don’t see how you could be dissatisfied.”

Tim hummed, wrapping an arm around Lea’s waist as they stepped out and walked towards the entrance. There was a huge garage—at least, she assumed it was a garage; what else could it be with four garage doors?—with a fountain under a large balcony overlooking the entrance of the house.

The door had several large windows, and Nicole input the code she’d been using to get them inside every house they’d looked at. A chandelier hung from the ceiling in front of the door, and there were several large archways immediately inside; the one directly ahead of them emphasized with pillars and an elevated platform. Beyond it lay a split landing; one stairway leading up to a bridge crossing from either side of the long foyer, the other leading down the other side of the platform. Grand frescos were painted on the walls, and Lea was still taking it all in with wide-eyed amazement when Nicole strolled in front them.

“Okay,” she began cheerily, “let’s start here, shall we?” Nicole led them through the archway to their right and down a few steps into a large room with a chandelier and a small balcony overlooking it. There was also a fireplace, so that’s a thing. “This is the dining room,” Nicole informed them, gesturing towards a door as she walked into the room, “and that’s the connecting kitchenette.”

Lea’s head was spinning at the sheer size of the place when Tim took her hand and strolled out of the room, past more pillars.

“Pool and hot tub are out there,” Nicole informed them, gesturing up a flight of stairs as they walked past. “Secondary stair to the master suite is there.” She pointed to a spiral staircase and passed some built-in bookshelves. “That’s a study through there,” she told them, pointing towards a doorway. “There are several connecting rooms, including a kitchenette.”

Lea nodded, absorbing the information she was being given and trying to imagine herself living somewhere so grand. They passed an indoor fountain and several double doors leading to a covered outdoor patio surrounded by pillars. The frescos had clearly been inspired by the scenery, featuring trees and rolling hills and castles. If she looked up, the ceiling must’ve been at least two stories tall, and was lined with skylights.

“The main kitchen is through here,” Nicole said, her voice echoing as they walked past the indoor fountain and through a doorway into the kitchen. It had a large island with a double sink, a built-in breakfast nook by a window, and a bar with several barstools. They walked through the kitchen and into a connecting room. “This could be a living room or a second dining room. There’s another patio out there.” She pointed out a door—Lea could only differentiate between it and the windows identical to it because it had a handle—before they moved into a… rather strange room, if Lea were honest.

It had a screen on one wall, a counter in front of what looked like a pantry against the opposite wall, and then a… stage? Yeah, that was definitely a stage, complete with a curtain and stage lights.

“Tim!” Lea exclaimed in delight, running up the steps to the little stage. “Look how cool this is!”

“I see, baby,” he responded, rushing up after her and immediately taking her hand. “Don’t run like that, though. You scared me for a second there.”

She waved him off dismissively. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You worry too much.”

“You’re, what? Six months pregnant now?” he estimated. “That’s too far along to be running, sweetheart.”

Lea rolled her eyes, turning to her mother-in-law, who was looking up at the pair with amusement. “Nicole,” she addressed, “back me up here, would you?”

The older woman fought back a smile and said, “Lea’s right, Tim. If she feels comfortable, she should be able to do what she likes.”

Tim frowned at this, but Lea smiled brightly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek swiftly.

When Nicole had called it a master suite rather than a bedroom, Lea hadn’t been aware she had chosen the term deliberately. It contained no less than eleven rooms. Upon entering the suite, you found yourself in a sitting room, complete with a fireplace. Up a couple of steps and through a set of double doors was a large room with a chandelier. There was a slightly smaller room through another set of double doors, three large windows lining the walls with yet another fireplace by the door.

“This is where I would put the bed, I think,” Nicole mused. “I think the original owner intended for it to be used as a dining room, what with the kitchen right here,” she continued, gesturing at a door into what was indeed a very narrow kitchen— it wasn’t even a kitchenette, because it had a full size fridge, sink, and microwave, although the stove only had two burners. “There’s a half bath at the end, there, also, as well as a door to the rest of the master suite, which includes a sizable loft, multiple balconies, a laundry room, a sauna, and what I think would make a very nice library, since it already has a few built-in bookshelves.”

“Sorry,” Lea cut in, “did you say a sauna?”

Nicole smiled. “I did. Let’s take a look at the bathroom, though, shall we?”

With that, they stepped into a room with white marble tile and lavender wallpaper that was just as unique as the rest of the house. The wall to the right didn’t reach the ceiling—in fact, it appeared to be connected to the sitting room in the entryway, the half wall being the only divider—which was lined with skylights. To their immediate left, there was a large tub that looked like it had been specifically designed for two people to sit next to one another in it, which could be reached by several going up a few steps. On the same pedestal as the tub sat what she could only surmise was the shower. It was admittedly not the biggest shower they’d seen that day—one of Tim’s hard refusals had had a small room for a shower. Lea had thought the house, if one could even call it that, was beautiful, but her husband had insisted that five bedrooms was simply not enough—, but it was still larger than anything she could’ve come up with herself. It didn’t have a seat, however, which she knew Tim would take issue with.

Directly across from the door were two sinks and, Lea discovered upon stepping closer, a vanity stool. Next to the sinks was a small room housing the toilet (as well as a third sink, though why one might need three sinks in a single bathroom, she didn’t know) and a door leading to… another sink? Yes, that was most definitely sink number four, a floor-length mirror with a sconce over it, and chest after chest of drawers, all of them built-in. Up a couple of steps, past more chests of drawers, they found a secondary entrance to the shower.

Lea stepped into the shower from what she could only assume was a closet and opened the shower door, startling poor Nicole, who had been standing by the tub. “This place is wild,” Lea informed her mother-in-law.

Nicole smiled. “Did you find the second closet yet? Or the balcony?”

“The what?” Lea squealed, hurrying back into the closet and quickly locating two doors. One was very skinny, and the other was regular sized. She opened the regular one first. Inside was a room lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors that looked like they were dressers, judging by the knobs on them, as well as several actual dressers. There was also a door leading to the entryway sitting room, it looked like.

Having explored the second closet, Lea opened the skinny door. “Ommigod!” she squealed in delight. “Tim! Tim, look at this!”

Her husband came bounding over, Nicole following close behind. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

Lea shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong, silly. Look!” She tugged him by the hand, leading him through the door and onto a very tiny balcony.

He looked down at the room below. “Is that the—“

“The dining room,” Nicole finished for him. “The master suite has a balcony overlooking the dining room.”

“This is so cool,” Lea exclaimed, looking at the chandelier, which she was now at eye level with.

Tim, who had been silent for awhile, finally sighed. “I’m sorry, mom, but this is just…”

“It’s what, Timothée?” his mother demanded, sound very exasperated indeed. “What issue could you possibly take with this one?”

Tim led Lea back into the room and shut the balcony door behind them. “Well,” he started, “where would we put the nursery, for one?”

“There are numerous options for a nursery,” Nicole pointed out.

Tim brushed her off. “The shower doesn’t have a seat.”

“You can buy one or have one built in,” Nicole countered.

Tim pursed his lips. “The layout is crazy. It’s all over the place. Theo will get lost.”

“We can show him how to get around,” Lea promised. “He’s a fast learner.”

“There is animal print carpeting,” Tim reminded them, pointing at the zebra print carpet that was in the second closet. There was more zebra print throughout the master suite, as well as some leopard print.

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Yes, I agree it’s tacky, but you can rip it up! Before you move in, even! It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Lea was coming to realize that Tim would have an issue with every house they looked at. She knew why: he wanted the best for her, for their family, but unless they built the house themselves, he wouldn’t be satisfied, and she didn’t particularly want to deal with having a house built.

Smiling brightly, she addressed her mother-in-law. “It’s lovely, Nicole. Could you give us a minute?”

Nicole raised her eyebrows before nodding and walking off.

Lea turned on her heels, grabbing Tim by his belt loops before he could so much as open his mouth, and pulled him in close. “Tim,” she began, “all the issues you have with this house can be fixed very easily.”

He grimaced. “I know, but—“

“I like it,” she told him softly, “it’s such a cool house.” She gazed up at him through her lashes, and she knew by the way he was eyeing the slight pout she’d put on her lips that she had him. “I want this one. Will you get it for me? Please?”

Tim stared at her in silence for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss her hungrily. “Of course I will, baby,” he promised. “Anything for you.”

Summer 2026

Their lives were always very private, but eventually, things had to change.

Theo had been enrolled in a private bilingual school, the same one Elle had been attending since she was his age. The entire staff had, of course, signed NDAs about their family, but it turned out it wasn’t the staff they should’ve been worried about, it was the other students. Specifically the high school students.

One of the little fuckers had contacted some gossip site or other.

I GO TO SCHOOL WITH TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET’S THREE CHILDREN AND HAVE SEEN HIM KISSING HIS PREGNANT WIFE

The following piece comes from an anonymous source.

I attend a private bilingual school, and have since preschool. I didn’t know I had been sharing a campus with the child of a celebrity until recently, though. His oldest daughter, E [full name redacted], doesn’t have his last name and doesn’t look anything like him. She’s seven. I had only seen her mother before, but I now know that her mother is Timothée’ ex-wife. Two other children of his recently enrolled, both by different mothers. The daughter’s name is C [full name redacted], and she’s four. She doesn’t look anything like her father, either. Timothée’s wife is named Leah, I think, and they have a son named T [full name redacted], who’s three. T looks exactly like his father. Leah is short with long curly red hair. She’s not drop dead gorgeous or anything, but Timothée was extremely affectionate with her from what I saw. He helped her in and out of their car and didn’t stop touching her during the entire pickup process. He was making bedroom eyes at her the whole time, too. I know she’s his wife because he called her that, and because she was wearing a gigantic ring on her left hand. She was pretty heavily pregnant, too.

All of his kids are pretty good at French, and they all participate in drama. I know the girls have different mothers because all the parents come to see the performances.

I had no idea Timothée was married or had any children, let alone three, but it’s pretty awesome to go to school with them.

The article blew up. A few days later, before they knew how bad it was, they were on a boat Tim had bought her for her birthday. The swimsuit she had on was way too sexy for someone who was as far along in pregnancy as she was, but Lea knew the white lace-up bikini would drive Tim crazy, especially because her belly was so prominent.

They were so busy making out that they hadn’t noticed the other boat pull up not far away, nor the microphones pointed in their direction.

Lea was straddling his lap in a lounge chair on the deck of the boat, grinding her core against his cock, moaning into his mouth as he slid his hands beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms to grip her ass roughly.

“Want you,” she whimpered against his lips. “Want you inside me, please.”

“You’ll take what I give you, little slut,” he scolded gently. “How wet are you right now, baby? Tell me.”

“I’m dripping for you,” Lea whined desperately. “I want you so bad, please—“

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching into her swimsuit top with one hand to grope her breast, pinching her nipple. “Wanna be my good little slave? My dirty little cocksleeve, nice and wet, ready for me to use?”

“Yes,” she promised, rubbing her clit against his length. “Yes, I want it, I want it—“

He smacked her ass sharply, and she yelped in surprised delight. “You’re six and a half months pregnant with my child and you still want my cock this bad, huh? Still such a fuckin’ slut for it, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“I am,” she agreed vehemently. “Can’t get enough of you, need your cock, hold me down and use me, Timothée, please, I need you—“

“Poor baby,” he crooned sweetly, kissing and nibbling at her neck. “Such a needy little wife, hm? Are your tits sore, sweetheart?”

She nodded, pouting down at him and leaning down so he could see more of her cleavage. “I’m so full,” she whined.

“Need me to take care of you, don’t you?” Tim prompted. “Need your master to fill your poor, empty little pussy and drink your milk?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, moving her hips faster. “Fuck, I want it so bad, I want it so bad—“

“I love how horny you are now that you’re pregnant,” he growled, smacking her ass again. “Wanna keep you pregnant all the time, keep this greedy little pussy nice and full. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mhm,” she gasped, clutching at his hair. “God, Tim, if— if you don’t get inside me, I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

He picked her up without another word, taking her down into the master bedroom and gently placing her on the bed. “Get on all fours, ass in the air,” he snapped, yanking his swim trunks over his hips.

She did so immediately, careful not to put any pressure on her stomach. He practically ripped her bikini bottoms off, sliding two fingers inside her and beginning to move them roughly in and out of her. “So wet,” he murmured. “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes,” Lea was chanting as he withdrew his fingers and lined himself up at her entrance.

“You want this cock, Lea?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please give it to me.”

“That’s my girl,” Tim praised darkly before grabbing her by the hips, his fingers digging into her skin, and slamming into her so roughly her body jolted and she had to grip the covers tightly so as not to collapse.

“Fuck!” she yelped, arching her back at the delicious way he stretched her. “God, that feels so good—“

“Of course it does, princess,” he crooned, setting a rough pace. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? My dirty little fucktoy.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” Lea chanted mindlessly, rolling her hips back against him, the movements entirely subconscious.

“My good girl,” he panted. “Taking it so well, babydoll. I treat you like a slave, and all you want is more. I fuckin’ love it.”

“‘Cause I am your slave,” she whined, reveling in the way his hipbones jutted into the skin of her ass with every thrust. “I’m yours to use.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’ll take my cock whenever I want, won’t you, angel? Lay down and spread your legs for me whenever I tell you to?”

“Yes,” Lea promised, her knuckles white from clenching her hand in the comforter so tightly. “Anything you want. Anything.”

“All I want,” he panted, “is to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I damn well please. Fill you up with my cum over and over and over again.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, wishing he’d fuck her harder, impossibly harder, until she had bruises on her ass and hips and thighs—fuck, her neck, his handprints on her neck—but she knew he wouldn’t, not while she was pregnant. It was incredibly frustrating. Still, she begged, “More, Timothée. Please. I want more.”

“I know you do, baby,” he groaned, his fingernails biting into her skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you satisfied.”

“You always do,” she mumbled into the comforter. “Always make me feel so good.”

Tim smacked her ass, and she whimpered at the sting. “Take it, baby. Take it like the good little slut you are.”

“‘m yours,” she moaned loudly, rolling her hips. “I’m yours, don’t stop, please don’t stop, god, fuck me—“

He groaned, reaching down to fist a hand in her hair. “You don’t get to give me orders,” he reminded her sharply, “but lucky for you, I like it when you say you want me to fuck you, so I’ll give my pretty girl what she wants.”

“Love your cock, love you, fuck, Timothée, feels so good,” she was babbling, her words slurring together and her knees scooting across the bed.

“Love you, too,” he groaned, slamming into her. “Love you so much. My angel, my love.” Then, after a moment, “God, this pussy’s gonna drive me insane.” He tugged on her hair harder, and she whimpered. “Tell me you’ll never leave me again,” he demanded. “Promise me.”

He wanted her to do that sometimes when he got nervous she’d walk out on him again— promise she’d stay with him no matter what. She didn’t mind, though. “I’ll never leave you,” she swore without the slightest hint of hesitation. “Always be your slave, Tim, I promise, I swear—“

“I’d find you again if you left,” he panted breathlessly, still pumping into her, “but I want you to want me as much as I want you. Need me as much as I need you.”

“I do need you,” she whined into the comforter. “I’ll always need you. I always have needed you. Need you to hold me and kiss me and love me and fuck me.”

“Baby,” Tim groaned, “I need that, too. I need you next to me. Can’t be without my Lea now that I’ve had you.”

“Never,” she promised ardently, arching into his touch when he ran his hand over her back. “I’m yours.”

He rested his hands on her hips again, fucking her a bit slower now, but just as intensely, if not more so. “Wanna cum inside you, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Remind you who owns you.”

“I’d never forget, Tim,” she whimpered softly. “Your name’s carved into my goddamn soul.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her hips. Very abruptly, he leaned over and reached down, easily finding her clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts, his lips brushing over her bare back. It didn’t take long for her walls to start fluttering around him the way they did when she was close. “That’s my girl,” he breathed with another kiss to her flushed skin. “Cum for me, Lea. Cum for me.”

She did, exploding with a gasp of his name. Her release pushed him over the edge, as it often did with how tightly she clenched around him when she came, and so he flooded her a few seconds later.

“Lea,” Tim murmured as she dozed off.

“Mmmf,” she grunted in acknowledgement.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too,” she mumbled, nestling further into the pillow and swiftly falling asleep.

As it turned out, quite a few pictures had been taken of their outdoor makeout session. Moreover, much of what they’d said had been recorded, and as such, the world was now aware of the exact nature of their relationship, as well as the sort of things they said in such situations.

Tim had, of course, immediately had his lawyers contact every website that had hosted anything and everything to do with the situation, threatening legal action if they weren’t taken down immediately.

But that didn’t stop Lea from going from “dime a dozen theater costume designer” to “internet sensation and wife of Timothée Chalamet”. The original article hadn’t even spelled her name right, but her Instagram, TikTok, and Twitter follower count skyrocketed quite literally overnight.

There were fan pages and blogs speculating about her; how they’d met, if she’d baby trapped him. Why he would date—let alone marry—someone so short and fat.

The worst, she very quickly found out, were a group of Tim’s fans she had discovered were called “Charmies”. They were called this because they shipped (a concept with which she was not unfamiliar) her husband with his now ex co-star and friend, Armie Hammer.

Comments flooded in on her pictures and in her DMs from all sorts of people, but the Charmies were by far the worst.

charmieisreal

leave timmy alone you stupid bitch

hammerxchalamet

what did they pay you to be a beard

timmy.armie

womdering if u fucked timmy’s dad or his uncle to get his dna for that kid 🤔 or maybe u just stole a condom from their bedroom after they were done u freak

charmiemanips

wtf is wrong with you rheyre in love fuck off

timmynarmie4lyfe

kys

armietops

literally go die no one wants you here least of all timmy

It just went on and on and on. She immediately privated her accounts and blocked and reported everyone who had said shitty things to and about her, but Jesus Christ.

“Baby,” Tim was reassuring her, rubbing her back lovingly, “I know it sucks, but none of them matter, okay? If they continue, I’ll take care of it for you. You don’t have to worry.” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her scalp.

“Why are they so mean?” she sniffled, overemotional due to her pregnancy.

He sighed, nuzzling her affectionately. “When something really important to you gets threatened,” he started slowly, trying to find the right words, “you can lash out.”

“So they seriously believe you’re gay, closeted, in a relationship with a coworker-turned-friend-turned convicted rapist you haven’t seen in six and a half years, and that I’m only here to make you look straight?” It sounded so ridiculous that she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

He shrugged. “I… think that’s the gist of it, yeah.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “That’s insane.”

Tim scratched the back of his neck. “I’ve never really understood it, either, to be honest. They made up a huge percentage of my fans at one point, but now they’re a minority. They’re just a loud minority. I’m sorry they’re treating you this way.”

Lea nodded her understanding. “It’s… to be expected, I guess. You said you’d handle it if it progressed, though?”

“Of course, angel,” he promised, kissing her forehead sweetly.

He did, in fact, have to take action.

They found her phone number, texting her at all hours of the day. A few called her, but it was mostly texts. Every time she blocked one, several more popped up, like some sort of fandom hydra.

Eventually, she had to change her number. Then the mail started.

Several of them had located their house. They mailed Lea pictures of her holding Theo; she’d been given a beard and devil horns, and Theo (also with devil horns) had been labeled “Marc Chalamet Jr.”, which Lea took to imply that she’d… conceived Theo with Tim’s dad. Which, first of all, gross, but it was a bit hurtful for them to suggest Tim was incapable of being attracted to her, but whenever she felt insecure about it, he gave her a great deal of physical evidence that that was very much not the case.

Tim’s response to anything she received was pretty much the same: he frowned, kissed her swiftly, told her not to worry about it, and texted his lawyer. He usually, uh… distracted her as well, always spending a great deal of time between her legs, telling her he loved her with his fingers, lips, and tongue as well as his words.

She walking to a coffee shop not far from their house to get her singular cup of coffee for the day (she could only have a few ounces a day since she was pregnant, which was torture) the first time someone stopped her. Tim was at home with Theo, who constantly wanted time with his dad.

“Excuse me,” a girl addressed her. Lea paused, turning to face the group of girls. They couldn’t have been past their late teens. Only a few years younger than her, she supposed.

“Yes?” Lea asked, smiling politely.

“Sorry, are you, um…” the first girl trailed off.

“Are you married to Timothée Chalamet?!” blurted out a second one in her stead.

Lea blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Oh, uh. Yes…?” How did one even answer a question like that?

The girls squealed. “And you have kids with him?!”

“Just one for right now.”

“That’s so cool,” one of them sighed.

“How long have you known him?” another asked. “How’d you meet?”

Lea smiled again. “We met in 2021 when I worked retail in college.”

One of the girls furrowed her brows. “2021? How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-five.”

“What’s he like?” one of them asked excitedly.

Lea tilted her head in thought. “He’s… he’s very sweet. Very kind. Loving and affectionate. He’s a good dad.”

“Wow,” a girl breathed. “You’re so lucky.”

Lea giggled a bit at that, her cheeks reddening again. “I am,” she admitted.

“You seem nice,” one told her. “I hope you guys are happy together.”

Smiling, Lea looked at the ground briefly. “Thank you. We are. We’re really happy.”

“You probably wouldn’t be down for a selfie, huh?” a girl wondered.

Lea shook her head apologetically. “No, sorry. Tim’s the one who does all that, not me. I feel weird about the whole publicity thing, to be honest.”

“I think I would, too,” one of the girls admitted.

“Still, it’d be cool to see you on a red carpet or something!” one told her.

Lea laughed a bit. “I dunno about that.”

“I think you should,” agreed another girl. “You’re living the dream y’know? You could, like, coordinate outfits!”

“Maybe,” she smiled. “We’ll see.”

She went to get her singular cup of coffee after that, still trying to process what had just happened.

He was always clingy after sex. He had an orgasm, and boom— Timothée the koala. Lea didn’t mind, though. Three months into their marriage, she just wanted him closer. They’d just found out for sure the sex of the baby earlier that day, too, and he was very excited to be having a daughter with her.

“You have two daughters,” she had reminded him.

“I know that,” he had said with a frown, “and I love them, obviously, but this one is yours, too. She’s ours.”

Now, though, he was rubbing her stomach affectionately, nuzzling her neck. She could feel his smile against her skin.

“I think I’ve decided on a name,” he murmured.

“Oh?”

“Rose.”

She smiled a bit; a slight quirk of the lips, thinking about naming their child. Choosing a name together with him instead of on her own. “Why Rose?”

Tim paused his movements. “‘Cause it’s pretty.” A pause. Then, he admitted, “…And I’m hoping that maybe it’ll make your mom hate me a little less.”

Lea laughed, threading her hands into his curls. “She does not hate you, Tim.”

“She does!” he insisted, sitting up abruptly. “Have you seen the way she glares at me? She looks at me like I’m something particularly gross she stepped in!”

“She’s just being protective of me,” Lea said, rolling her eyes with a small smile. “She’s worried about me getting hurt again.”

“I want her to like me,” he mumbled with a slight pout. “I know I fucked up before, but I’m here and I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Alright,” Lea conceded, yanking him back down to bury his face in her hair. “She’s apprehensive, that’s true. But has she actually said anything to you?”

“Since she threatened to kill me and hide my body, you mean?”

“Oh, shut up or I’ll stick my boob in your mouth just to keep you quiet,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes again.

“Good idea,” Tim agreed, immediately perking up and reaching for the breast nearest to him. “I’m kinda thirsty, actually, so this works out pretty well—“

She swatted his hands away. “Not now. We’re talking.” He pouted again. “My mom will warm up to you once she realizes you’re not gonna hurt me. Okay?”

He grumbled a bit, burying his face in her hair again. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she parroted back at him. “Now, do you still wanna name the baby Rose?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Rose it is, then.”

“Awesome,” he said happily, lifting his head to stare at her breast again. “So… can I…”

“Yes, yes, alright,” she agreed, relaxing against the pillow as he grasped her breast and latched on, suckling eagerly.

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