#that's why i came up with this genus plan

[the-trinket-witch]

Diasomnia Steampunk Intro, Yo!

Premise | Yuu | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Across the Twisted Wonderland, there are a small handful of commonwealths that fly the Briar Valley flag. But in the Valley proper, what was once an isolationist nation only venturing out to conquer and selectively trade, now is slowly assimilating into a diverse country with much to offer the world. In the nation’s sequestering, Fae became a majority population, who all but wanted for technology. Why develop machines made of brass and iron when magic does just as well, only fuelled by the majority's innate magical ability and their imagination? 

Lt. Silver

Silver is but one of several in the Briar Valley that had grown up as a Ward of Court, a child under the care of the Royal government. Per Royal Decree, wards are sent to be fostered by volunteers; for Silver, this was to be the honorably-discharged General Vanrouge. It seemed his new father’s rank could not be shirked with parenthood, as he had already come into fostering the royal heir for the young Dragon’s safety. The three grew up hermetically within the dense, dark woods of the Briar Valley, where he learned life skills in bushcraft and wild magic. Alongside that, he learned the ins and outs of military life through sanitized bedtime war stories. 

Battle seems to be in his blood, from his climb to surviving with his family in the woods, to clawing his way through military training, to fighting to understand sarcasm. Even his birth could be linked with fighting, but his father would take that secret to his grave. That, and the mystery surrounding what Silver, himself, dubs a ‘curse’ of sleepiness. Living in the woods with an Old Man and an equally sheltered Prince tends to leave one not the most socially graceful. Most conversation over coffee tends to orbit around work, immediate plans, or recent dreams. 

So, when it came time to select guards to accompany The Prince in his ambassadorship to the city of Nightraven, the pre-selected Lilia threw his name into the drawing. “There’s only so much the woods and I can teach you,” his father said. This was his opportunity, to make his father, and in a way ‘brother’, proud. He would always be ‘just a human’ in the Briar Valley, but in Nightraven, he could be a soldier, confidant, support for all who needed. 

2nd Lt. Sebek Zigvolt

Born and raised in a riverside village in the heart of the empire, Sebek is a man of his nation. Only half fae, he puts a spotlight on his non-human attributes to an almost absurd degree. His mother and grandfather are held in the highest regard, while his father is left in resigned acknowledgement. So it is no surprise that he sprang on the first chance offered to join the Royal Army. 

Fresh out of basic training, he now holds an actual rank. For him this was a testament to the superiority fae had over the humans in the Valley or anywhere. Though this ‘fact’ flies in face of reality, that is one human, Silver, holds rank just above him. And he hates it. One would note that his boisterousness hasn’t landed him in good graces among many of his peers. Loud as thunder, imposing as lightning strikes, everything he does is at maximum wattage. He would claim it’s his dedication to his country, and the virility of his genus that make him such an imposing figure. 

It would be his reasoning as to why he had also been selected to accompany his liege into the throes of the wider world. Surely it couldn’t have been at the behest of Lilia, who saw a nationalist straying too close to a prejudice sun. It couldn’t have been the Great General’s recommendation that he also get a taste for all the Twisted Wonderland had to offer in terms of perspective and experience. He would make his country, his kin, and his future king proud to have him as a loyal guard in his ambassadorship company. 

Gen. Lilia Vanrouge

Discharged back into civilian life with honors. That was the beginning of the life Lilia wanted to lead, from here on out. Cut and glamour-dyed hair, learning guitar, taking cooking classes, failing cooking classes; civilian life seemed like it was going to be a breath of fresh air. But it seemed the past never likes to die, or at least the government won’t let it, when it assigned him as both the competent foster parent of a baby Silver as well as a sequestering steward to the young Prince. 

Lilia likes to think himself a spry old man. His thirst for adventure and fun was something he hoped to instill in his charges. Every accomplishment and victory Silver and Malleus claimed made him beam with pride. It was a testament to how much he’d turned his life around. Of course, there are moments when The General has to come out. Blades can cut, but some words out of Vanrouge’s mouth can cut deeper. 

But it was words that swayed the Queen of the Briar Valley. She was intent on having her grandson return to the castle proper, but at the behest of her most decorated soldier, she heard him out. His proposition: Allow the Prince to experience the world outside of the Valley. Let him see what the country’s isolation has been missing out, so that he may be more worldly in his decisions as future King. Lilia had raised him, thus far, so he would gladly come with him to help him integrate to Nightraven’s local culture, if it hadn’t changed much in the past 100 years. 

Prince Malleus Draconia

The Crown Prince of the Briar Valley, born a dragon fae of the highest pedigree. Being born in such an important decision made growing up normally rather difficult. Most bodies not entirely dedicated to specific bureaucratic positions also held the line of protection for the Royal Family. Sometimes, though, the best way to protect a loved one was to keep them at a distance.

Lilia had raised him well. He, Silver and eventually Sebek trained to be the best, by the best. Amidst the combat training and survival, Malleus was made to grow emotionally as well. His steward emphasized, above all else, that war was to be the absolute last dreaded resort. The first was to consider the emotions, needs and wants of others. Having an eventual pseudo-sibling in Silver taught him that actions had consequences, and that while he may be in line for the throne, that didn’t mean he was to leave the world behind for an ivory tower. 

It seems that, for all Lilia had to offer to teach Malleus, there was still so much more. Lilia proposed to the Queen that she permit her Grandson to experience the world. Times were changing, and with the Briar Valley taking strides in integrating with the rest of the world, how else could one catch up than experience everything the outside world had to offer? But royalty needed a royal entourage of guards, and following the request by the most decorated General in her army, she permitted Silver and Sebek to accompany the Prince to the biggest cultural center in the Twisted Wonderland: Nightraven. Malleus was beyond anticipating this. He knew he was missing out, on history, culture, friendships; this was his ticket out of the castle and into the wider world. 

#twst au #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst steampunk au #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #steampunk au

[americangrove]

Easement

I did not see a parakeet. Nor did I expect to because the last time anyone saw the kind I could have seen was one hundred years ago. But had I seen one, it would have had a green body, a yellow neck, and a red crown, like a granny smith apple, turning into a golden delicious, ending with a fuji flourish. Unlike apples though, this parakeet would have been indigenous. Back in his day, Audubon fixed four of them, all on a branch of matured cocklebur, their name swirling below–Carolina Parrot or Parakeet—just as live ones would have swirled above and outside his page, until they all passed (a century later) into life only re-presented (drawings, pictures, reminiscence, taxidermy).[1] So, I did not see a parakeet.

But I did see cane, as I was in a canebrake. Switchcane, rivercane and hill cane, the genus Arundinaria trio, bamboos native to North America. I am not sure which species of cane I was in, though my guess is switchcane (A. tecta), as rivercane (A. gigantea) also has the name of giant cane for its remarkable height—at maturity it is taller than a grown man on a grown horse; and hill cane (A. appalachiana) has a topographic preference that did not describe the place where I stood. 

Nevertheless, they all look similar, more like plants in diagram rather than plants in dirt, their linear stems appear pencil drawn, their lance like leaves seem generated by straight edge. Enmassed, canebrakes look like early computer-generated greenery before sinuosity was possible. In a way, they are an early plant—a fire rolls through, clears the understory, perhaps takes a tree or two down with it; the flames cease and cane is among the first to resurface, and resurface quickly for it is not as dependent on reseeding as it is on its rhizome.[2] Like the longleaf pines which it once accompanied over the land, it looked forward to the fire next time. Out of the flames came thickets, which though they may have barred other plants, they were quite welcoming to Carolina parakeets, warblers, “cougars, bobcats and wolves” canebrake rattlesnakes, creole pearly eye butterfly and untold others.[3] Walls of cane were a kind of mass housing for the many migrant, squatter and settling organisms of the southeast. They (particularly river cane) also provided materials of home and place making for humans, as their straight stems were (and still are) gathered by Native American communities especially the Cherokee.[4] Once hollowed out, canes can become basket or blowgun, mat or flute, or—as has become a rustic object— fishing poles.  There are not many significant canebrakes today. Cattle ate them, draining and development cleared them, fire suppression stymies their return; the scattered groupings I see along the road are remnants of a lost empire, holding out amidst a concrete ground that stifles them, a dense forest that smothers them, and farmland that suppresses them. But unlike the parakeet they remain. Though, like the parakeet, I was not in the canebrake to see the cane—it fortunately just happened to be there.

I only saw the canebrake, because I was in a conversation easement, which I only noticed because of a small, yellow, all caps sign—"NORTH CAROLINA SOIL AND WATER CONSERVATION EASEMENT BOUNDARY”. “Easement” is one of those legal terms that I knew more by general use than specific meaning.  Modified by the word “conservation” easement suggested the land was protected, but why, by who and to what extent was unclear until I looked it up later. The NC Department of Environmental Quality defines conservation easements as: “voluntary legal agreements designed to ensure the long-term viability and protection of the natural resources within a surveyed and recorded boundary. The easement planning process establishes allowances and restrictions that are beneficial to the landowner, the easement holder, and the environment.”[5] The conservation easement then is not foremost a means of protection, but (much more interesting I think), it is a way of organizing layers of rights and access upon a property.  Someone owns the lands, but the easement gives some else a right to use it (or not use it, in a way, when conservation is the right being exercised) which in turn inflects the rights and possibilities of both the one who possess the land and others (like myself) who neither own the land, nor hold an easement, but still gain some benefit from the easement’s existence (i.e. enjoying a now rare landscape feature).[6] The yellow sign that alerted me to presence of the easement was nailed into a sweet gum tree. In the FAQ for conservation easements one of the questions asks: “Are there way to precisely identify the boundaries of a conservation easement?”  

The answer:

As part of the restoration project, all easement corners were surveyed and monumented in the ground with metal rods. Most of these rods are also topped with 2” diameter aluminum caps. DEQ also uses a variety of methods to post easement boundaries including signage, metal posts, and tree blaze. These may be a witness post or witness tree, located near the line but not the exact location of the boundary.[7]

In some ways, my studies right now could be described as figuring out the extra-legal work of these “witness trees” and their “artefacted” forms into “witness posts” (and columns and panels and all sorts of other wooden things that “witness” human contracts and contact).[8] It gave me pause then, after reading the FAQ to realize that I had witnessed a witness tree that still witnesses (instead of being one in a historical document or text), but that in the moment the sweet gum’s legal function had not even registered to me. I was much more taken by the train of ants along its trunk likely extracting honeydew from aphids up in the canopy, and by the trail of Virginia creeper going up further than the ants, in search of its own luminous food. From the tree’s perspective, witnessing a survey has been only one frame in a very long film still being made around, and around and around it.

In truth, I did even see the easement sign until I was near the tree. And the reason I was near the tree is because a few feet away from it, along the road was the initial object of my attention—a set of black and yellow object marker signs denoting some feature adjacent to the road, a feature which is this case was a culvert underneath the road. Culverts, in their projecting pipe form look like engineering/infrastructural litter, debris left over from a drainage project. In addition to being the ugliest kind they are also the cheapest and least efficient—they do little to channel a flow directly into their opening, which limits how much comes out their exit, potentially leading to the water overflowing the road. Luckily, the culvert I came to see is the recessed box kind with wings extending on its side to welcome water into its inlet, guiding it towards its outlet.[9] Embedded in the earth, moss covered, and a bit worn, there is a minimalist beauty to this kind culvert that does not readily betray the complexity of its task at once to convey ground traffic above and the traffic of water underneath. On the outlet side, some of the water pooled, its clear bottom supported small fish and tadpoles, while its silty edge moistened mosses and grasses and a bit further up also the canes. The water this culvert channels comes from the Indian Branch River, which drains into Deep Creek River, which drains into the Tar River, which drains into the Pamlico Sound, which joins the Atlantic Ocean. Follow these larger waters and you’ll find the larger history of the canes and the Cherokees, the parakeets and the many trees which have witnesses the work of so many kinds of settling, the human version being the most recent, but likely not the last. Though we often like to think otherwise, our homes and other feats of building are ultimately done under a kind of “natural easement”, the land allows us access for a while, but as all the other prior communities of plants or persons show, no claim of possession is final, no root is long and deep enough to always remain (though many can be long remnant). Maybe I will be able to spend a good deal of my life following these state and nation spanning roots, weavings, waters and rhizomes.  

But it is not yet time to go so far out. Afterall, the only reason I saw the signs for the culvert, which put me in range to see the blaze on the tree, which brought me close enough to see a canebrake, which led me to imagine what it would be like to still be able to see parakeets, was because I pass the culvert nearly every day when I am home. Fifteen hundred feet from the front door, I have crossed this place many times running, enjoying the brief respite of shade provided by the gums before the land opens again for the farms; and I have driven by it many more times on the way to town, the car bouncing lightly over the culvert.  So, I have noticed this spot for nearly thirty years, but this is first time I have “witnessed” the three hundred years of history flowing and growing in it. Either part separately is valuable—to live in a place and feel its features or to come to a place and learn its features, nesting sensations (the shade of the trees, the bump of the road…) or nesting histories (extinction, settlement…). But to bring them together, may, for a moment sustain that special sense which is just able to catch an apple-colored dart zipping across the far end of the eye.

Photos

[1] The Carolina Parakeet, once common from New York down to the Gulf of Mexico, seems to have gone in the first half of the 20th century. The last documented one, named Incas, died in captivity in 1918. It is unclear exactly why it went extinct though habitation destruction seems part of the problem. See: https://johnjames.audubon.org/last-carolina-parakeet and https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/why-carolina-parakeet-go-extinct-180968740/

[2] There is strong interest in canes and restoring canebrakes. For a general overview see: Barret, Richard; Grabowski, Janet; Williams, M.J. "Giant Cane and Other Native Bamboos: Establishment and Use for Conservation of Natural Resources in the Southeast" U.S. Department of Agriculture, Natural Resources Conservation Service, 2021. For a 18th account of cane use in North Carolina see: Lawson, John.  A New Voyage to North Carolina. London: 1709. Digitized at https://docsouth.unc.edu/nc/lawson/menu.html.  Lawson recorded  many ways that cane was used by the Cherokee.

[3] See: Platt, Steven G., Christopher G. Brantley, and Thomas R. Rainwater. “Canebrake Fauna: Wildlife Diversity In A Critically Endangered Ecosystem.” Journal of The Elisha Mitchell Scientific Society 117, No. 1 (2001): 1–19.

[4] For contemporary work to maintain these traditions see: https://theonefeather.com/2012/05/22/river-cane-important-cherokee-cultural-staple/

[5] See: https://www.deq.nc.gov/about/divisions/deq-administrative-divisions/north-carolina-stewardship-program/living-your-conservation-easement#Aretherewaystopreciselyidentifytheboundariesofaconservationeasement-8672

[6] Though my enjoyment in this case was not a right because this easement is not public (i.e., I was trespassing).

[7] See link on note 4.

[8] Other have already done some of this work. See for example: Miller, Daegan. This Radical Land. Chicago: University of Chicago Press. 2018.

[9] Here is a wonderfully informative video on culverts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15XJDmawbYU

Images:

Carolina Parrot or Parakeet” in The Birds of America: From Drawings Made in the United States and Their Territories Volume 4. John James Audubon. New York: J.B. Chevalier, 1842. p.306.

Image 3208 (Canebrake in Northeast Louisiana early 1900’s). USDA Bureau of Plant Introduction. See note 2 for source.

#essay #nature writing #north carolina #easement #canebrake #climate and environment #writing

[kitsunefox1108]

And so, I'm writing fan fiction about Y/N, but I decided that it would be worth expanding his fame, and I tried to translate it into English. I'm not familiar enough with this language yet, but I hope that there won't be any serious mistakes. Have fun reading! ( it's just that my main language is Russian, so I apologize in advance )

___________________

ANOTHER UNIVERSE (PART 2)

After a while, you ran to the other guys. It was easy to assume that these were Sonic's friends.

But what you noticed is the contemptuous look of the pink hedgehog on you. It was stressful. But it seems that Sonic himself did not pay any attention to this, calmly lowering you to the ground.

- Hey guys! We have a new guest here who seems to definitely need our help.

- Hello. My name is Y/N. I would be glad to cooperate ... - You said, awkwardly waving your hand. In fact, during the war, you became more of an introvert and a sociophobe. In addition to a friend and some fighters, you did not communicate with anyone during the entire period. So the last thing you wanted to seem strange or evil. In fact, I didn't want to at all.

- Hello Y/n. My name is Tails and I am Sonic's best friend and companion! Actually, my name is Miles. The fox smiled kindly at you.

- I'm Knuckles. The last of the genus Echidna. - briefly said the red echidna, closing his eyes.

My name is Amy Rose! - Said the same hedgehog that previously looked at you very contemptuously. However, there was also a hint of irritation in her voice. But you did not pay attention to it, after all, you can still make friends, right? Although, it didn’t matter to you at the moment, because your task was to return home.

- Nice to meet you all.

- Oh yes. Along the way, most likely we will be able to introduce you to some of our acquaintances and friends. - Said Sonic, putting his hand on your shoulder. Now, we need to think of a plan of action. Basically, we need one of the Chaos Emeralds to teleport you to your desired location. Also, you said there was a war going on in your country, didn't you?

- Yes, you are right.

- So here it is. We can go with you and help you in the war. You don’t have enough experienced fighters, I guess?)

“We are in dire need of such people, and your help will certainly be needed. I will be very grateful if you can help me and my friend... - You said with some hope, believing that you can trust Sonic and his friends.

Suddenly, you heard a loud explosion sound.

He was heard quite well, although it was clear that he was quite far from you.

- Crap. Is it Eggman again? - Annoyed said the blue hedgehog, looking in the direction where the sound came from.

“Looks like we'll have to fight our enemy first, right? Tails scratched the back of his head.

- Okay. Let's quickly deal with this doctor and help Y/N. - Everyone ran to the side where the explosion came from. More specifically, Sonic picked you up again without your asking, running at the speed of sound towards the scene while Tails took off with the echidna in his arms, although it was quite heavy. But Amy had to run herself. She doesn't mind, but she didn't like being dragged around like you couldn't run on your own. But, this is her personal dislike.

After a while, you are at the scene.

“Sonic, I could run on my own…” You said awkwardly, realizing that he was carrying you around like a child.

- Well, I run fast enough, and I ran here in a minute) And when I said that I was running at the speed of sound, I saw your surprised and enviable look) So, why not? - Hedgehog smiled slyly, while you looked away in embarrassment. Did he read you like a book?

- Oh, Sonic, you're right at the wrong time! - Said a hoarse male voice. You turned towards the voice, seeing a man with a mustache.

- You attacked at the wrong time! - Said Sonic, releasing you to the ground.

- What, did you find yourself a new girlfriend? How fast though. But, I don't care, I'll smear her as fast as I do you, blue snot! Eggman smiled slyly, pointing his finger at you.

- Not so fast, egghead. Certainly not now. The hedgehog chuckled as he ran towards the man as Eggman yelled "Attack! Fire!" to his robots.

The robots were quite incredible. But the truth is, a little bit different from those with whom you had to fight.

Just in time, Sonic's friends also managed to come running, starting to help him. You also decided not to stand still, but to help your future partners.

By touching Eggman's robots, you could easily control their artificial intelligence. Eggman seemed like a very serious problem to you, until you realized that some of his robots are bound by their minds, and by breaking or subduing one of them, you can immediately break or subdue several of the same ones that are connected to the robot that you touched. Perhaps it was a big mistake, as Sonic says, "Egghead".

- What? - Eggman looked surprised when he saw that you were calmly controlling the robots, ordering them to self-destruct. So, you saved half the work for Sonic and his friends by breaking about 20 robots at the same time.

Tails and Sonic gasped in surprise when they saw this.

- That was pretty cool, Y/N! Tails yelled, smiling.

- Not worth the praise, guys. - You looked away.

- Early rejoice, animals. It was an easy workout. Let's see how you will scream in agony from my other inventions that will painfully tear off your limbs! Eggman smiled smugly.

but flew away while everyone else tensed up.

- Each time he tells us almost the same thing, but every time we defeat him like a bad dream. What a stupidity ... - Sonic said in a tired voice, which clearly showed his disinterest in the words of the man. But the next moment, the blue hedgehog looked at you, smiling.

- Why didn't you talk about your skill earlier?) Or did you want to show a beautiful battle scene, showing your strength to the fullest?

- Well.. I just... Didn't mention it because I didn't think it was necessary? - you said, not understanding why your abilities are being paid so much attention to.

"Since we've defeated Eggman, why don't we start helping Y/N?" asked Knuckles.

- Yes OK. Wait a minute... Where's that Chaos Emerald? - Sonic looked confused, realizing that all this time he was without the emerald that he took from you earlier.- I took him...

- Probably because you dropped it and I took it? - Said a voice unfamiliar to you. Turning around, you saw him. The black hedgehog that was looking at Sonic, grinning, showing the emerald in his hand.

- Shadow..?

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow x reader #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #eggman

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 55: Goodbye

Penultimate chapter of the series.

(This came up when I typed in "wistful". Okay.)

The group come back to the facility with Nana begging for them to be let in. The person at the window says they can't let anyone in without a letter of introduction. Nana says they were literally just there a few hours ago. No dice as the person closes the window on them. Husky tells Nana to back off before the person at the window calls the cops. Meanwhile, Fly is watching them, knowing that they would come back. However, he's not going to give up his "angel" so easily...

Cooro, standing in a hospital gown, asks if he's a man-made Anima to Fly upfront. Fly points out that he has never asked him that before but Cooro, remembering Nana's accusations, is now suddenly curious. Fly tells Cooro that he doesn't have a mother or a father; Aaron made him and he was raised at the church. He is indeed a man-made Anima. He then says that while Cooro says he forgot to come back, he believes forgot on purpose. But he says it doesn't matter and makes him drink something from a cup...

Cooro thinks that he never thought that much about his Anima before; that's why he accepted his mission so easily. Then he met the others...but it doesn't matter now. They left and he promised Fly.

His promise? When he was a kid, he told Fly he could have his Anima when he was older.

Back to the group! They're heading back to Kilter via the tunnel since their plan to fly over the wall was thwarted by race-betraying Anima guards. From Astar to Kilter, it's three hours by carriage, half a day on foot. They cut through the forest to save time...and got lost.

Senri points out a cave for them to stay in because they're not getting to Kilter anytime soon anyway. Also, Nana is bad with forests. Inside however, they find a door. The place is too clean and furnished to be a ruin so they decide to check it out. Inside, they find the underground room that's in the tunnel they need to sneak back into facility. Nana is excited because they don't need to look for the tunnel anymore but Husky halts her horses by pointing out that the White Angel (Blanca) is down there too.

Then he asks if they should release it. I mean, Blanca is the cummulation of Fly's and the other researcher's efforts and dreams, right? If she were freed, they would be mighty upset...

Even Nana compliments him on his deviousness.

(Husky when he's off his shits.)

Anyway, Nana agrees. Blanca may be a man-made Anima but she doesn't think it's right for her to be locked up. They go to her container and find her missing. Then this guy walks in!

Enough stuff, time for political intrigue. An old guy asks the king what he thinks of Fly's actions. He smiles and makes fun of how much of a nerd he is, always with his nose in dem books, never caring about politics or martial arts. The old guy (Lord Nuoref) whines that he's taming Anima and placing them in the military, worrying the populace. The king counters that's why they place them in different squadrons and make sure no units are made purely of Anima. The king ain't having no furries take over his kingdom! Lord Nuoref is relieved but when several cloaked figures approach him to tell him that Fly went into the research facility and hasn't come out, he tells them not to take their eyes off of him.

So that Rat Dude in the image above blocks Senri's paw strike, complaining that he's not as young as he used to be and he'd prefer they not fight. He drinks from his medicine bottle so that he can speak better and reveals his identity: meet Aaron Newt.

To reiterate: he was once the head researcher at the facility and Fly was his apprentice. It's easy to figure out what happened to him: he did an Anima implantation experiment. Naturally, he had to retire his dumbass and let Fly take over. Nana asks if he made Cooro and Husky joins her in telling him off in being such a dick in ruining a kid's life like that. Aaron is confused; he didn't make Cooro. Cooro has been a genuine Anima from birth. He should know: he was there when Cooro was born. They demand to know about Cooro since they need all the information they can get to help him escape.

Aaron says long ago, he was researching Anima in a small village named Lilt....but Iggy is searching for Fly so screw him. He finds him, saying it's weird for him to be up so early in the morning. Fly is goddamn besides himself with smiles, saying he's eager to show Iggy something later. Iggy screams for him not to do anything stupid.

Marca walks into Cooro's room with breakfast and to change his bandages...only to find him missing.

Next chapter is the final one.

#+anima #manga #review #warning #the last chapter is fucked up #will probably have some genuine cws #but it's worth it #i've been enjoying this train ride #and i'm not hopping off the ride until we reach the station

[strawberrymilk07]

i’ve been thinking about this for a while and I think I finally solved it.

so i’m madly in love with mammon from obey me and jumin from mystic messenger but I don’t know which one I love more. Which one would i ultimately choice when it came down to it ?? well, I just realized while doing my math homework that I don’t have to choose !!

That’s right kids ! Mammon and I can simply become Jumin’s sugar babies ! It’s a win win win ! I get to have them both at the same time if I so wish, mammon gets money, and idk I guess jumin gets to vibe or whatever I haven’t thought that far yet but it doesn’t matter because I solved it !!

thank you for coming to my ted talk. I think that if i can evolve my points a tad more i could write an excellent essay about this subject and turn it in to my english professor what ya’ll think 

#really smart #big brain thoughts #smartest person to exist ever #listening to mammon's song on repeat because i can do what i want thanks #it's really good i love him #but i also love jumin #that's why i came up with this genus plan #that doesn't matter because neither of them are real nor will they ever be and i will never actually need a solution to this issue #it's not even actually an issue because it never had to be solved #but yes it did shut up #i guess i'm gonna go back to doing math now #do i even need math if i'm just gonna become jumin's sugar baby anyway fr

[theramseyloft]

I revere pigeons. Their care and history is my special interest and they occupy my mind almost all the time. The knowledge that someone is deliberately hurting and neglecting ones they've stolen from caring, safer environments and people that were concerned for their wellbeing has me crying. Imagine being so empty as a person, to go so far as to injure a pigeon for imaginary internet points and attention.

I have been trying to work up the energy to write a post about this for weeks.

Christmas eve of 2018, my business page was contacted by some one looking for birds. 

In January 2019, he let slip that he was a minor, and that his parents were adamantly opposed to him having birds.

Minors whose parents are not fully supportive of their choice of pet are a hard no in my screening process. He kept asking questions as if preparing to care for birds he expected me to sell or adopt to him, and every time, I would ask to speak to his legal guardian. He did everything he could, from telling me his mom would call me later, to eventually calling my personal phone in the middle of the night to try and coerce me into sneaking him birds under the cover of darkness. I got to the point where I would only answer his questions about available birds with "Have your legal guardian ask me." About this time, Palomacy's head, Elizabeth, came to me privately to warn me not to adopt to him. I know she thinks breeders will do anything for a sale, but my screening process for babies I have hatched is every bit as strict as my screening process for rescues. I told her I had no plans to. But confessed that I’d had a troubled history of using rescue as a coping mechanism for an abusive home situation when I was in college, and felt obligated to mentor him. I was also taken in by the charming 'enthusiastic teen who really wants to learn' facade that he's so artfully developed. So, when he used a different name to get into the Small Scale Rescue and House Pet/Therapy pigeon discord servers, and let slip who he was by accident, I was content to let him stay, hoping that the information we share would help him develop into a better care taker. But more and more red flags started popping up.

One pigeon’s bare neck, claimed to have been a wonky molt, but inflamed and bristling with filoplumes (The avian equivalent of whiskers;thin hair like feathers that also fall out during that heavy a molt)

The same bird claimed to have eaten playdough and thrown it up, in a photo with a cage full of green, moldy poop. (Where did the bird get playdough? Why was it allowed to get far enough to swallow it?)

The same bird claimed to have coins and chunks of carrot pulled out of his crop (things a pigeon can’t physically swallow unaided)

In every progressive photo, the feathers are thinner and more bedraggled and the bird himself was losing weight.

That pigeon mysteriously vanished, only got him to get two more, and mention nonchallantly after the fact that ��Oh, puff died last week.”

His new pet pigeons, who supposedly lived in their own room in his house, got out while he was moving a couch.

He got, and promptly lost two other rescue birds from the rescue I posted about late in the summer that was shut down by her city and urgently needed homes for their birds.

When told Great Lakes Pigeon Rescue was going to be warned about adopting to him, this is what he posted on my education server:

He had his eye on a bird of mine (Frito), talking him down like he was undesirable or unadoptable, and reasoning that I’d have a hard time finding a home for him because of his bad personality.

Frito washed from therapy training due to INTENSE dislike of his harness.

That, and that he had developed a strong independent streak and prefered the company of other birds to people were the first things I told Brysen when he asked after that specific bird.

In one channel of the server, he would be talking to me about how he didn’t mind Frito just being a pretty house bird and would be ok if he never warmed up to being handled...

While, in another, he would be posting harnesses, asking if they would work for Frito, and asking other residents how to make an independent bird get used to being handled.

When I called him on it, he came into my DMs with this mess:

(The turn around in tone in the 12 hours I was too angry to respond is almost funny..)

Remember that rescue from earlier?

These are screenshots of her conversation with him (used with permission) about the birds that were lost, sent to the person in charge of Palomacy, where he was an active member on their platform at the time, to warn that he was preying on rescues to get more birds:

This conversation clearly illustrates that he was using us and Palomacy only to adapt the way he preys on rescues.

There is a reason he preys on rescues. We are hopeful for people to improve. So he expects infinite chances from us. And he expects that a correctly worded apology will erase any consequences. He preys on pigeons because there are no laws in the US concerning their welfare. Despite being domestic animals (the pigeons brought by Europeans to North America had been domesticated for thousands of years, and there were no natives of the same species or even in the Columba genus to mix back with); Pigeons are under the jurisdiction of the Department of Natural Resources, which governs wildlife, and legally classifies them as an invasive pest. The Department of Agriculture is the one that presides over domestic animals and investigates animal cruelty. They may only act for the welfare of pigeons under the specific circumstance of the pigeons in question being meat breeds bred for squab intended for human consumption via restaurants. In any other instance, killing a pigeon by any means, including torture, is legally equivalent to pest control. There are no legal consequences for it.

After I blocked and banned him, it came to light through several sources in personal contact with him that he maimed, killed, and discarded 25 birds that we know of, and he is still trying to get more.

Several people who denied him birds shared screen shots with us proving that they were also sexually harassed and threatened with sexual violence by him.

Several of the people who came to us told us that they had also tried to warn Palomacy, but their comments were immediately erased.

Brysen was allowed to continue to speak openly on their platform with no consequences, allowing him to truthfully say that he was being mentored by Palomacy to lull smaller rescues into a false sense of security and convince them to give him birds.

They had two articles on their website about what a wonderful young rescuer he was, only taken down after they tried to claim I had doxxed an innocent child, and it was pointed out to them that their public articles had his full current address, date and place of birth, and a photo of him in front of his house. I had beef enough with the organization before this that I will not go into on this post, but I am disgusted by the way Elizabeth silenced her own admins and community members from warning other rescues and individuals and tried to shut the rescue up who sent the above screen shots when she came forward about the birds he tricked her into bringing to Ga who were immediately killed. And then blamed her for their deaths. @tutu.pigeon brought me those screen shots the day after I banned him and one of my server mods took it upon themself to be a voice for his other victims by creating the Instagram @exposing_helluva_duv What ever respect I might have had for Palomacy is permanently destroyed.

You cannot call yourself a rescue if you cover for a serial abuser, actively prevent his victims from warning the rest of their community, and then blame those victims for having been taken advantage of.

The harm that that, combined with everything else I have beef with, has done so out weighs any good that I can no longer, in good conscience, attempt to put aside our differences and meet in the middle.

I’m not gonna waste the energy to start any shit, and I don’t think any one else should either. 

But I’m done trying to be any degree of supportive to them.

Gonna put my energy into encouraging more small shelters so there are better options.

[jtrokujo]

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕺𝖋 𝖀𝖘

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❝𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈❞

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3RD PERSON POV

Like every morning, the big line of glasses is waiting for his girlfriend, but the two youngsters have no plans to go to school because it's the weekend, no, they enjoy their togetherness for all times.

Even if the two have known each other for a long time, that doesn't mean they've been together that long.

For the two of them, it was unimaginable to be in a relationship with the other, but things always happen and change.

Anyone who has asked the respective person about this relationship has long since forgotten because they apparently did not / do not care.

Back to the present.

Tsukishima looked annoyed at the clock on his cell phone and sighed in annoyance, he can't be delayed, even if it's 3 minutes.

It is not rare or common for his girlfriend to be late.

He actually prefers to pick her up instead of waiting for her, not only so that she can hurry up, but also so that she can meet her boyfriend carefree without any bad ulterior motives or any nuisance.

Well that's one of the reasons he hates being late, but he didn't tell his girlfriend about that fact himself.

Because of this particular incident with his brother, he has a strong weakness to trust someone or to trust someone, there are moments when he trusts his girlfriend, sometimes not, it mainly just depends.

But as a good friend, she shows understanding for him, she is too fond of him.

She knows his problems, his fears and the insecurities that almost eat him up, but she still knows the good side that she doesn't see every day, but better than never.

Like, for example, his love for her, his interests in the dinosaurs or his good tutoring when the two do their homework together.

Trapped in thought, someone took him out of it, or rather, something.

The boy's cell phone rang loudly, his heart pounding and he answered the call "Tsuki, where are you?" his girlfriend asked in amazement and tried to ignore the anger.

"In front of our favorite bakery, the question is more where are you, (Y / N) I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes and the weather is not very pleasant at the moment."

"Tsuki, we had agreed that we would meet in front of the museum, that you were present for our last conversation, I knew, but if you went straight into your own world, you have been really so bad in the last few days."

"(Y / N)?" Tsukishima said in a normal tone, "Yes?" she said, however, surprised that he speaks so calmly.

"Didn't we agree that if we'd only go to the museum right after we ate a piece of cake and went for a walk, because it only opens at 2 p.m. and now it's only 10:27 a.m."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." was the only thing his girlfriend could say hung up as quickly as possible.

Yes, this behavior of his girlfriend wasn't seen every day, but he gets along reasonably well with it.

Of course there are moments or even days when he can lose his last nerve and there have been moments when he insults his girlfriend even though it is not his intention.

Fortunately, however, she knows him too well that she sometimes understands him, but only sometimes.

The one time she showed no understanding was when he was training again with his team and since Hinata was again better than usual, it annoyed him so much that he took all his anger and frustration out on his girlfriend, which caused her ignored him for almost a week.

Back to the present, holding hands, the couple are on their way to coffee.

The fingers are folded together, the wind blows stronger and stronger every second, but if you think that such weather could ruin their mood, you are one-sidedly wrong.

Once there, the two ordered a hot cocoa and a small cake, (Y / N) should already choose a place while Tsukishima delivers the delicacies with a tray.

They talked about their interests and what movie to watch tonight.

While walking around town, Tsukishima looked at his wristwatch that his girlfriend gave him and said, "The museum will open in about 20 minutes."

The friends who make (Y / N) s face shine cannot be overlooked.

Of course, she doesn't really like the museum because she's not really interested, but she knows too well that he likes the dinosaurs that she talked him into going on a date at the museum without any problems.

But he wanted the two to spend more time together, that is to say;

The coffee, the walk and the night at his house had been all his idea.

In the museum, the friend looked at a dinosaur, or rather a Gallimimus.

"What is it, Tsuki?" she asked him and shows it on the Gallimimus. "

From A to Z, her friend explained every information he knows about the Gallimimus.

"They were also a kind of group like wolves, but from the dinosaur genus of the Ornithomimosauria during the Theropoda. They lived for the most part in East Asia. Furthermore, as you can see, they were not small, they were 4 and 6 meters high and weighed up to to an example of 200 kg. "

"You seem to know your way around this, don't you?"

"Because I can." he said roughly, but grabbed his girlfriend's hand and said like a little boy, "Come on, you have to see the others first." and pulled her right after you with you.

TIME SKIP / 3RD PERSON POV

Back at home, the couple meets Tsukishima's brother.

He sighed annoyed and skilfully ignored him, but greeted him out of sheer politeness.

They have known each other for a long time, which is why they have an appropriate relationship.

In other words, a friendship.

You talk now and then.

However, their friendship does not belong in the level where you occasionally write to each other, make phone calls or go to town together.

But that's probably a good thing before Tsukishima gets the last nerve.

Tsukishima is not the kind of friend you ask if you can go out with this person or if he is having trouble going out with this person, knowing other people's passwords or reading through chats.

They know each other too well and also trust what is important in a relationship and therefore find this behavior strange from other couples, because, as I said, trust is part of a relationship.

When he got to his room, Tsukishima took his pajamas and said to his girlfriend "I'm going to get changed in the bathroom, okay?"

She nodded and answered him and also took her pajamas out of her pocket and changed a little faster than usual.

Finished dressed, she stuffed the clothes she was still wearing into her pocket and then put it down.

"Are you ready?" it came out the door.

"Yes I am, can come in."

The door opened and you not only saw Tsukishima in his pajamas, but he also held a small tray with (Y / N) 's favorite sweets.

But not only that, but also a small box.

The friend quickly got up to help her friend "Let me help you." and wanted to grab the tray right away, but Tsukishima pointed to his clothes, which is between his forearm and waist.

"Do you already know which film to watch and how." Tsukishima asked his girlfriend.

"No, I thought you would decide because I was 'allowed' to do it last time." she said and put his clothes where they belong.

"I would prefer if my dwarf would choose a movie." replied Tsukishima and set the tray down on his bed.

"Aww, since when was such a tsuki?" provoked (Y / N) Tsukishima and came a few steps towards him, while at the same time she looked at him gourmet.

Annoyed, he sobbed with his tongue - held a hand on her face and gently pushed her away from him.

He then gave his remote control to his girlfriend and finally said, "Come sit down and choose a movie."

And thus also knocked on the bed.

About half an hour has passed.

While (Y / N) stares obsessively at the screen and slowly eats the candy, Tsukishima secretly observed his girlfriend and the small box.

Breathing deeply, he said her name, while she turned and looked at him, "Is something?" she asked worriedly.

"No, it works. You remember when we were in town about a week ago, there was this shop. It had this chain that impressed you, so I made up my mind yesterday ..." without finishing his sentence he made it to his girlfriend.

She opened the box nervously.

The necklace that (Y / N) wanted, she got from her boyfriend as a present.

She just stared at it with no comments like, 'I want this.' 'Can you get it for me?' or something else, maybe he knows (Y / N) just too well.

He took the chain and asked "May I?"

"(Y / N) turned so he could tie the necklace together," What for, Tsuki? Have you ever seen the price? "She asked him and from now on ignored the film being played.

"When I saw the price, I wasn't too thrilled, but I just had to remember you being pretty amazed as a dwarf, so it wasn't too bad to spend my money."

The tray put away, the television switched off and the blanket over the couple's bodies, they slept cuddled up.

The two of them will not get rid of this event so quickly.

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[cali-holland]

Wine Glasses- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Holland!Reader

Prompt: Tom and the twins plan on surprising Harrison, but that backfires when they catch the two of you on a date.

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex/boners, mentions of alcohol, implied depression (not stated, but could be triggering)

A/N: This came out almost more Holland!sister than Haz X Reader, but someone requested more Holland!sister/Osterfield!sister so here you go!

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

Italics are flashbacks

~~~

“I missed you.” Harrison murmured against your lips before he continued to kiss you softly. “So much.”

“I missed you, too.” Your lips never completely leaving his as you spoke. His hands roamed under your thighs, pulling you even closer to him in his lap, meanwhile your hands lazily tugged on his hair. 

“I missed that feeling.” He said before letting out a moan, and you giggled lightly, tugging a little more at his loose curls.

“I missed that sound.” You teased, smiling down at him as you rested your forehead against his, both of your lips already starting to swell. 

It had been two months since you’d seen him, two months since he left for a new project. And finally, he was back home. He didn’t tell anyone he was coming back home tonight- except for you. The reason why he kept his return a secret from his family and friends was because he just wanted to have a night in with you, completely uninterrupted without the hassle of seeing everyone again; he felt sort of bad for saying his flight was tomorrow, but keeping your relationship a secret was hard enough without him craving your touch even more after being starved for weeks.

Tonight was all about just the two of you with lazy, yet passionate, and soft, yet hungry, kisses. Two wine glasses were left out on the kitchen table, evidence of the romantic beginnings of the night and the smooth slight intoxication both of you felt. Well, the intoxication definitely could have been from you both drowning in each other’s warmth for the first time in ages.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Harrison said quietly, a hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. You turned your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” You smiled. He leaned in to kiss you again, but you still caught the small blush that spread over his cheeks at your words. He lightly bit your bottom lip, and his tongue soon slipped its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss further. With his hands back under your thighs, he shifted to lay you down on the couch that he was sitting on. One of the many reasons he was grateful to live alone: no one was around to walk in on the two of you, and the couch was all his.

Or so that’s what you two had thought until the doorbell rang.

Harrison pulled away from you, looking down at you, confused at who’d be coming over unannounced right now. You gave him a small shrug, having no idea yourself. He leaned down to capture your lips in his, his hips slowly rocking against yours. You moaned into his mouth, but it was cut short by another ring from the doorbell.

“For fuck’s sake.” He grumbled with a sigh, but he made no attempt to get up off the couch.

“You gonna get it?” You asked quietly with a laugh.

“No. I want them to leave.” He replied. He went to kiss you again, but just as his lips brushed yours, a string of voices came from outside the door.

“Harrison, mate, open up!” Tom shouted.

“We know you’re in there!” Harry added.

“It’s cold as shit out here, let us in!” Sam called out.

“Shit.” You and Harrison both simultaneously and he quickly clambered off of you. You shot up from the couch as the two of you tried to make yourselves presentable.

“How do they know you’re here?” You whispered, not wanting your brothers to hear you even though you knew they couldn’t.

“They have my location, but I didn’t think they’d check it.” He replied, desperately running his hands through his hair to erase the traces of your fingers. For a moment, you thought you could lie to your brothers and say that you were just in the neighborhood and dropped by for drinks- but then you looked down at Harrison.

“Haz.” You spoke up, nodding down to his growing hard-on.

“Goddamn it. Maybe they’ll leave.” He tried adjusting his jeans, but it did little to hide his horniness.

“We’ll stand out here all night. Just open the damn door!” Tom said, knocking again, making the two of you jump.

“Go hide in my room.” Harrison told you, pushing you towards the door. “I’ll try to get them to leave.”

“Just make them leave.” You replied, before heading off to his room. As you closed the bedroom door behind you, you sighed realizing that you had left your phone on Harrison’s couch. You just prayed he wouldn’t let them make it that far into the house- that or they’d be too oblivious to recognize it.

Before opening the door, Harrison threw on a large hoodie, hoping that would conceal his boner. When he opened the door, he was met with wide smiles from his friends, happy to see him again after such a long time away.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were back?” Tom asked, hugging his best friend.

“I just got in. I’m exhausted.” Harrison replied in hopes that he could just kindly shove his friends out the door. “What’re you all doing here?”

“Well, we were going to sneak in and steal your gin, but then we saw you were already here.” Harry laughed.

“Don’t get mad at us! You have the best gin!” Tom said, making his way to the kitchen as if it was his own home. Most nights, Harrison would gladly drink with his friends, but tonight, he was hopeful to spend time with you- and if your brothers were here to drink, that meant they were crashing here for the night.

“You know, I- I think I’m all out.” He called out, rushing into the kitchen to stop his friend from reaching the liquor cabinet, but he didn’t even need to as Tom was smirking, holding up the two used wine glasses from the table. Harrison tensed, he had completely forgotten to rid his kitchen of the evidence.

“Did you have a date tonight?” He asked teasingly.

“I thought you smelt too nice for an airport.” Harry joked, and Sam checked out the bottle.

“This is expensive wine.” He said, sniffing the bottle, “How good was your date exactly?”

“Is that why you have a boner?” Tom laughed, and Harrison instinctively covered himself, blushing in embarrassment at his friends’ harassment.

“Shove off.” He grumbled, taking the wine glasses from Tom and putting them in the sink. He went to grab the bottle from Sam, but the Holland twin was already pouring himself a glass proudly. Tom busied himself with the liquor cabinet.

“Aha! I knew you had gin!” The oldest boy smiled proudly, holding up an unopened bottle of Harrison’s gin.

“Get out of my house, and stop drinking my alcohol.” Harrison snatched the bottle from his friend- he was intending on saving that for another nice night with you.

“Hold on- is she still here?” Harry questioned. The room fell silent before all three Hollands started to laugh. Harrison bit back a groan, but his reaction was enough to prove his curly-haired friend’s point.

“Oh my god. Are you serious, mate?” Tom snickered in surprise.

“First night back and already getting laid?” Sam laughed, drinking his wine.

“Damn, so you really just wanted to get away from us.” The other twin shook his head in disbelief.

“Wait until Y/N hears about this.” Tom pulled out his phone to call you, knowing that you loved to hear the stupid stories the boys shared.

“You shouldn’t bother her.” Harrison said, quickly. He didn’t know if your phone was on silent or not, but he hoped to god it was.

“She’s hooking up with a guy tonight.” Sam informed the blond with a chuckle.

“Yeah, she left the house in a hurry, saying she was meeting a friend.” His twin added, and Harrison just gulped.

“Tom, really-” Harrison started, but Tom had already dialed your number. A silence fell over the room as a light vibrating noise came from the living room. Harrison just tried to play it off like he didn’t hear anything, turning to the liquor cabinet. He held up the bottle of gin as all three Hollands looked in the direction of the living room, matching looks of confusion present on their faces. “Here, take it.”

“Is that-” Harry stopped himself, slowly making his way into the living room. He grabbed your phone off the couch and tapped it on- the lock screen of Tessa was a dead giveaway that it was yours.

“You’re sleeping with our sister?” All three exclaimed simultaneously, eyes wide in shock and a bit of anger.

Hearing your brothers’ shout, you immediately came out of the bedroom, knowing you’ll need to ease the tension. Four pairs of eyes landed on you as you emerged, but your eyes were locked onto the only blue ones in the room, too scared to look at your brothers.

Unsure of how to approach the situation, you offered, “Um, technically we’re dating?”

All at once, your brothers started going off.

“How long have you been keeping this from us?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you’re dating Harrison?”

“You’re dating my best friend?”

The last one came from Tom, and it was by far the one that hurt the most. You knew he wouldn’t appreciate you dating his best friend, but you loved Harrison and he loved you, you couldn’t help it- it just happened. Before you or Harrison could say anything, Tom silently made his way to the front door and left. Sam and Harry’s faces softened, and you wordlessly went to follow your own twin.

“Tom, wait!” You called out to him, rushing out the front door after him, but he just kept walking down the sidewalk, his arms crossed over his chest angrily with tense, rigid shoulders.

“I don’t want to hear it!” He replied bitterly, and you grabbed his arm when you finally caught up to him. He was sporting perhaps the deepest frown and most brutal look of betrayal you’d ever seen. Part of you wondered if he was acting to make it worse than it was, but knowing him, his feelings were genuinely hurt by your actions

“Please, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You spoke up softly.

“How long?” He asked, but it came out more of a stone, cold demand. “How long have you been sleeping with my best friend behind my back?”

His words stung, like he’d just hit you across the face. You nervously fidgeted with your fingertips before awkwardly admitting, “Officially dating almost ten months, but sleeping together actually is much less than that.”

Wordlessly, Tom turned and continued his angry march, and you sighed before going after him again. “Talk to me, Tom, please. I’m sorry, I just knew you’d be mad at me.” When he still didn’t respond, you stopped in your tracks, raising your voice at him, “Tom, for fuck’s sake, I’m your twin and I’m trying to reconcile with you here. You can’t just ignore me!”

“But you can lie to me?” He spat, turning to face you, his cheeks flushed red with anger. “I can ignore you, just like you lied to me for ten fucking months! I thought we told each other everything, Y/N, and now because of some damn wine glasses I find out you’ve been seeing my best friend? No, I’ll tell you what you can’t do- you can’t pull the twin card on this one. As far as I’m concerned right now, I don’t even have a twin, let alone a sister.”

And there it was- the harsh words that cut like a knife. Tom clenched his jaw and stormed off, leaving you there in the middle of the sidewalk, questioning how it all went so wrong so quickly. One minute you were blissfully in love, overjoyed that Harrison came home a night early to be with you, and the next, your brothers found out about your relationship and your twin, your best friend, disowned you.

You stood there unmoving as you cried, wishing for it to all go back to the way things once were. You felt Harrison’s arms slowly and delicately wrap around you, and you turned to cry into your chest. After a few moments, he silently picked you up into his arms and carried you back to his place. You didn’t even need to question it- he heard everything.

~~~

It had been 2 weeks- a whole 2 weeks since Tom had spoken to you. At first, you were distraught and upset; you’d never gone more than a couple days without speaking, and that was always unintentional because of timezones. For him to purposefully be ignoring your calls and texts (and even emails), it hurt you more than anything in the world.

The rest of your family didn’t react as poorly. Your mum knew something was up between you and Harrison- just female instinct, you know? Your dad wasn’t too happy, but he’s a dad, that was expected. Harry and Sam were just more surprised you’d kept it a secret for so long, and Paddy was upset that you had kept it a secret too. But none of them reacted like Tom did.

That awful night still haunted you. It was like, when Tom left and abandoned you, you lost a sense of direction in your life, you lost what it meant to have your other half. It wasn’t until a few days after Tom went radio silent that you started to go out of your mind. Reasoning your relationship with Harrison was the source of all this, you distanced yourself from him, which only made your situation worse.

“I think we should take a break.” You said through the phone, too cowardly to tell him in person. There was no way you could look Harrison in the eyes and say the words you needed to say.

“What? Why?” Harrison asked, taken aback by your words. He thought this was just a normal call, a regular ‘I miss you, let’s talk’ phone call even though you were both still in town. “Is this because of Tom?”

When your only response was a shaky sigh, Harrison knew your answer. He knew how close you and Tom were, and he knew that you were suffering from this whole thing. He was too, though; Tom had been his best friend for years, and now he was ignoring him. And he could barely even get Harry to talk to him at this point. Harrison kind of expected the dynamic between him and the Holland boys to change once your relationship was out, but he didn’t expect them to turn against him so quickly- it wasn’t even like Harrison had broken your heart or anything; Tom was the one who broke it.

“Look, I’m sorry for what he said. I didn’t think about the wine glasses and I didn’t know he’d react like that. He won’t even talk to me, Y/N.” He told you, his voice shaking a little bit. Before you could respond any further, he continued, feeling his heart break in the process, “If taking a break will help you get Tom back, then let’s take a break. I’ll wait for you.”

With tears in your eyes, you replied quietly, “I love you, Harrison.”

“I love you, too.”

And that’s how things ended between the two of you. Two weeks later, you still haven’t heard from your twin brother and you barely heard from Harrison- he’d infrequently text you to make sure you were already, to which you’d respond with minimal effort. It hurt you knowing how much he still cared about you, but after all, that was one of the many reasons why you were in love with him still.

You wanted nothing more than to reconcile with Tom (and then be back with Harrison), and so when your mother invited you (a.k.a. basically forced you) to come over for a family dinner, you took the opportunity. It would be your first time seeing everyone together since that night and your first time seeing Tom in general. From what your mother had said, Tom wasn’t even talking about you to anyone else in the family, not really. She also asked you to invite Harrison since not only was he an honorary member of the family, but he was also now your boyfriend; you had to sadly explain to her how you two were on a break.

Your three younger brothers and parents greeted you like normal, as if nothing had happened. They didn’t ask about Tom or Harrison right away. Tom’s absence in the entryway was glaringly apparent, and you wondered if it’d always be this way, or perhaps he’d only ignore you for eight months- you knew Tom could hold a grudge, but he’d never held one against you (yet again, he never needed to).

“He’s in his room.” Your mum whispered in your ear as she welcomingly hugged you. With bated breath, you made your way upstairs while everyone else busied themselves in the kitchen and living room.

Silently, you entered Tom’s room and saw him sitting on his bed, hunched over with his elbows on his knees as he looked at a picture frame. You didn’t even need to look at the photograph to know which one it was. It was from back when you were both 18. You had just gone through your first bad breakup, and Tom was there to pick up the pieces. After he bought you ice cream at the grocery store, you two went to the park to eat there. That was the day you met the infamous Harrison from Tom’s Brit school stories, since you attended a different school than him. He happened to be walking Monty in that very park, and he was even the one to take that picture. Tom swore it was his favorite photo of you because it was proof that you could go through something so brutal, but you could always rely on him- it also symbolized the day that the three of you became a trio of best friends. And now, the photo just seemed tainted.

You cautiously sat down by him on the bed, waiting for him to say something, anything. Even if it was just him further claiming he didn’t have a twin sister. You just needed him to talk to you or else you were going to completely fall apart.

“I shouldn’t have said those things.” His voice was hoarse, and you recognized immediately that meant he was on the verge of tears.

“Tom,” You started softly, your own tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you when it happened. I just- I got scared because I know how much Harrison means to you.”

“And yet neither of you said anything to me. You’re my twin, my natural best friend, but Harrison is my best friend that I found. I was upset because you’re both my best friends and I don’t- I don’t want to get left behind, and so knowing that he came home early and lied about it, and- and that you went along with it- it just hurt.” He confessed, finally looking over at you. “It felt like I was nothing, like I wasn’t at all important to either of you anymore. Is that selfish of me to admit?”

You let out a small cry, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. You smiled weakly as you felt his arms wrap around you too, “You’re always going to be important to me- to both of us. I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. I’d never want to come between your friendship with Harrison.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, too. You’re the best twin sister I could’ve asked for.” Tom replied, hugging you just as tightly. He pulled back to smile at you directly, holding up his pinky finger out to you, “Promise me no more secrets? Especially ones like this.”

“I promise.” You laughed, wrapping your own pinky finger around his to seal the deal. His smile faded though, and he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Wait a second, why did you break up with Harrison?”

“I didn’t-” You paused, “How did you know that?”

“He came by yesterday.” And there was that stinging pain back- you didn’t know he had talked to Tom at all, but part of you was glad he had. “He told me that you wanted to take a break because of me. He just about threw this at my head.” Tom chuckled lightly, holding up the picture frame, “You’re everything to him, and he made me remember that you should be everything to me too.”

You were too speechless to even attempt to respond to that. You fixed one problem, but now you still had one more to fix. Before you could react, Tom got up from the bed and grabbed his car keys. He tugged on some shoes.

“You coming?” He said from the doorway. A smile found its way onto your face and you jumped up after him.

“Where are you two going?” Harry asked. The rest of your family looked perplexed, yet happy at the bounce in both yours and Tom’s steps.

Laughing as the two of you stepped out of the house, Tom called back, “Make room for one more, mum! Y/N’s got a boyfriend we’ve got to interrogate!”

~~~

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@harrisonosterfieldhazmyheart​ @joyleenl @t-o-m-holland @lonikje @sleepybesson

Harrison Tag List: @Calhtllnd @tomkindholland 

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[kickingitwithkirk]

Greetings From Austin

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Word Count: 2616

Warnings: a/b/o, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, self doubt, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​​

*images found online

Prologue

Austin, TX

Mid July

“Babe,” Jensen softly says in a low voice to the person seated next to him in the waiting room, “Babe,” he says a bit louder, still getting no response. Leaning close, he blows into their ear.

Jared starts, his “what” muffled by the finger he’s been chewing on.

“You know you can’t do that, don’t want you getting sick.” Taking his hand Jensen pulls it away from his pretty pink lips, gently caressing the finger. Jared had finally stopped chewing on his hands when Covid-19 became widespread.

“Where’s your gum?” Jared bite his lip not answering.

Sighing, Jensen shifts retrieving his pack and hands a piece to him. “What’s got you masticating again?” He inquires as Jared pops the stick in his mouth.

Jared chews the gum nervously weighing how to answer the question knowing Jensen won’t accept anything less than the whole truth. “What if something goes wrong again because of me.”

Jensen’s brow furrowed. He learned years ago that while their relationship is one of equals, he had to be lead Alpha when Jared’s mental state overwhelmed him as it had the last few weeks.

***

After the public announcement in March 2019 that season fifteen would be Supernaturals last, they had agreed when finished with the pickups they would take an extended break, return to Austin and concentrate on their marriage.

Jared intended to stop acting indefinitely, pursuing other interests and Jensen wanted to concentrate on his music.

Of course, things didn’t quite end up how they planned.

Jared entered negotiations to star in the Walker, Texas Ranger reboot, along with being an executive producer. Jensen got a call from Kripke wanting him for the role of Soldier Boy in The Boys third season.

But by March of 2020, everything came to a halt thanks to the Corona-virus.

The shutdowns left Supernaturals final two episodes with no definitive filming date and their seemingly never ending last season put their other projects on hold.

For the first time in years they had the luxury of a leisurely schedule, not having to be somewhere on a timetable, they could communicate with friends and family uninterrupted, deal with their other businesses, charities, etc, leaving most days free to enjoy being together without constraint.

But even amazing, awesome, vigorous sex on every horizontal/vertical surface that could support the two big Alphas only filled so many hours and like many couples, they started getting each others nerves and looked for other ways to stay occupied.

By late May, Jared was unable to sleep or eat, even going out of the house became a chore. When he hit a consecutive fourth day in bed, Jensen bodily dragged him into the bath for a desperately needed shower and loaded him in his truck driving to his doctor's.

Upon checking in they were told patients only allowed in the facility. Jared started panicking, saying he was having chest pains and couldn’t breath. He was rushed in with Jensen hot on their heels after morphing into an overprotective Alpha mate no one was stopping.

Jared’s doctor deduced with the lock-downs prohibiting him from his routine checkups and periodic adjustments needed to his medications triggered this episode.

The first step was to wean him off his current prescriptions and change to a newly approved, alternative regime. He was checked in a facility for ten days under observation while detoxing off his meds.

His therapist switched his twice weekly tele-counseling sessions to daily for the foreseeable future and Kodas certification as an emotional support animal was approved. His progress was slow but he was returning back to his sweet natured, big hearted, exceptionally tactical, overgrown puppy self.

When the surprise call from the clinic came a few days ago about an appointment opening, Jensen initially didn’t want it, still in his overly excessive protective Alpha mode. Jared’s outburst made him relent, fearing they were on a collision course for a major setback if he didn’t.

And Jensen, being Jensen, went overboard to ensure the appointment was absolutely private.

Part I

Jared was about to speak when a woman in scrubs called out, “Mr. Bonham and Mr. Page.” they got up crossing over to her, “Hello, I’m Sissy, Dr. Rodgers nurse, please follow me.”

They pass through the doorway leading through a maze of halls like that of any other medical clinic except this one specialized in a very specific service.

The nurse opens a door near the back of the clinic gesturing for them to enter the spacious office, “Please have a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly.” She closed the door and they sat down in the pair of chairs directly in front of the large, dark mahogany desk.

Jensen, scenting Jared’s nervousness, lifts his right hand kissing his palm, making him chuckle at the tickle of Jen’s soft beard before twining their fingers together and setting them on his left thigh, smiling reassuringly.

There was a brief knock before the door opened and an older, silver haired Beta entered. “Hello, I’m Dr. Rodgers, how are we doing today?” He asks, moving to his chair behind the desk.

Jared gave him a tight smile and Jensen remained placid.

The doctor raises an eyebrow, “Relax Mr. Page, this is just a visit to go over the paperwork before deciding about how we proceed, not the Spanish Inquisition.” Jared releases his held breath but couldn’t completely calm himself.

“I know the process can be overwhelming but I must ask, is there something we’ve done to make you uncomfortable?” Dr. Rodgers inquires.

“No, everyone’s been really nice, very professional. It’s just we..we had issues the first time we attempted to do this.” Jared finished his sentence quietly, in the recess of his mind; something bad is gonna happen and it’ll be my fault.

Jensen squeezes his hand tighter, instinctively sensing Jared’s mind was trying to spiral again, “When tried this before someone leaked our plans to the media. It wasn't ever proven the clinic was involved but...”

“We do everything possible to keep our clients anonymity protected here. All of our staff have been thoroughly vetted and sign NDA, given your professions, you're familiar with how they work. Your real identities will remain completely confidential, even if you choose to not proceed. It is why you chose this particular clinic, yes?”

“Yes, it is.” Jensen replied.

“How about we get this bit of paperwork out of the way, then we can have a more relaxed visit. I’ve gone over the applications you both submitted and have noted a few discrepancies in the medical section that need clarification before we proceed,” He opens the top file, “Mr. Bonham, why did you omit Genu Varum from your medical history?”

Jensen kept his expression neutral as he felt his stomach automatically clench. He had been mercilessly teased throughout his childhood about his bowed legs by his older brother Josh and later his buddies from school when they’d come over to hang out. By the time he was in high school Jensen’s extraordinary looks and personality were what got people’s attention first. Nowadays, many a fanfic waxed poetic about those bowed legs.

“The questionnaire inquired about inherited genetic medical conditions and since mine isn’t, I didn’t think it was necessarily applicable.” Jared hears an edge creeping into Jensen’s voice and gives their tangled fingers a quick squeeze.

“Did you see an orthopedist and were they able to determine what caused the condition? Did they suggest any surgical procedures or therapies to straighten your legs?”

“I was born a preemie, the orthopedists my parents consulted decided my condition was attributable to that.” Jensen replies tersely, dropping his vocal range. Jared gripped his hand harder, telling him to cool the attitude. “The doctor didn’t recommend surgery but sent me to physical therapy, thought it would help them straighten as I grew.”

“So no others in your immediate family have this issue?”

“Everyone my family has straight legs, including my three children.”

Jared piped in, “He hates it but he does have an exercise regimen; stretching, strength training. Oh, he also takes several different vitamins, omega oils, turmeric and extra vitamin D to support his joints.” They watched the doctor scribble a few more notes in the file before closing it.

“Mr. Page,” Jared sits up straighter in his chair, “I appreciate that you went into detail about your mental health status. I see you’ve recently been hospitalized, your medications have been changed to an alternative regiment and you’ve also increased your therapy sessions?”

Jared’s interview continued for another twenty minutes as Dr. Rodgers questioned him in depth about his depression and anxiety, feeling said anxiety ratcheting up so he focused on Jensen’s thumb rhythmically moving over his hand and used every ounce of his acting skills to appear confident and in control.

Dr. Rodgers closed his file, “I only have a few general questions left then we can discuss how you wish to proceed.”

After a more relaxed, genial conversation with the doctor, Sissy took them to a couple private rooms with paraphernalia to help stimulate them into producing a couple semen samples.

Jensen was getting close to finishing with his favorite spank-bank fantasy when he felt Jared’s frustration across their bond.

~~~

Jared couldn’t get aroused.

He felt as useless as his flaccid cock.

His doctor warned him that loss of sex drive could be a possible side effect of his new regiment until his body adjusted to it. He had struggled with temporary impotence a few times on his old meds, always fearful Jensen would finally see him as undesirable, no longer a satisfactory mate.

Rationally, he knew it was his illness causing these exceptionally hard to deal thoughts recently and the nagging idea this wasn’t the right thing for them to attempt again continually kept creeping in.

Jensen’s unspoken reluctance about having more children at his age was also weighing on his conscience, warring against his own biological longings.

They had a humongous argument when he told Jensen about taking the appointment. Jen thought this was the wrong time to attempt it again, pointing out he was just getting his equilibrium back setting Jared went off on a rant about how he no longer wanted him and would leave him like Genevieve had because he was too broken to deal with anymore.

Unmitigated anguish was written across Jensen’s beautiful features, the very notion that Jared could conceivably believe that he’d ever abandon him made his soul hurt in such a way no verbal language on earth could ever express his devastated feelings traveling across their bond.

***

Everything they’d been through; from that bar fight solidifying their friendship, Jared’s first breakdown, the years of living as roommates while secretly a couple to finding wives who understood their unique relationship and still married them both in 2010.

The joyous arrival of JJ three years later that unfortunately exacerbated Genevieve's frustration of not being able to conceive coming out with a vengeance at Jared. His unexpected breakdown in Switzerland was the final nail in their marriage. Gen was there for him but in the end it was all too much and she filed for divorce.

Shortly after, Jared’s iCloud account was hacked. It was believed, but never conclusively proven, that Gen was behind it since her lawyer was trying to break their prenuptial agreement, the videos documenting his private and explicit sexual relationship with Jensen were legally considered adulterous. In the end, the court upheld the legal document but the ramifications...

They were summoned to L.A. for the meeting from hell with WB executives, both convinced it was the end of Supernatural and their careers.

After the reaming out, they each received a weeks pay suspension to cover some of what it was gonna cost PR in time and money to deal with the inevitable repercussions and placate the show's sponsors.

How would the show’s fans react? Would they still be able to accept them as brothers only on TV while in real life they were involved in a highly stigmatized relationship?

When they returned to work there was an atmosphere of tension that hadn’t existed before. It was an open secret that all shows had their share of bitchiness and backstabbing behind the scenes. Jensen may have the thicker skin, keeping tighter control on his emotions, but Jared knew it hurt him just as deeply the loss of some of their friends because of prejudicial, social beliefs that two Alpha males shouldn’t be involved.

Jensen’s parents showed up unexpectedly in Vancouver a few weeks later. What started out as a not quite comfortable visit quickly deteriorated with his religiously conservative parents. They had not raised him like this and blamed Jared, saying he had corrupted him, leading him into a sinful lifestyle. He needed to repent and return to his wife to whom he had made a commitment before god.

Jensen blew up, replying it was none of their business, it was between them and oh, yeah, Danneel knew about them before marrying him and they better not say anything to her. Without another word his parents left. When he later called them to make amends, his mother coolly stated that he was no longer part of their family and to never contact them again.

Three months after the twins were born in 2016 came the finalization of Jensen’s divorce from Danneel, painful but congenial. They easily agreed on joint custody and still spent most holidays together. Jensen gave Dani financial security in their settlement, he wanted to make sure she didn’t have to worry about working again unless she wanted to.

All these years later, Jared continually has nagging thoughts that they had let everybody down. They received support when they publicly came out as bisexual then lost some of it when they married, being mocked for not coming out as gay.

***

There was another knock at the door and Jared ignored it, it was that nurse checking on his lack of progress again. The knock turned into pounding, “Jared, open this door now dammit!” He flinched realizing Jensen knew what was going on with him. Releasing the privacy latch and opening the door a crack he saw concerned green eyes only.

“Sorry, I thought you were that nurse,” he stepped away and sat back down as Jensen came in and re-latching it behind him. “She came to get me when you stopped answering,” Jensen said, walking over to him and started running his thick fingers through his husband’s long hair, “what’s going on babe?”

He glances up knowing that Jensen already knew, “It’s okay Jay, take as long as you need.” He paused at the unpleasant scent wafting around him. “If you’d be more comfortable we could do this at home…” Jared shakes his head, “There’s the risk of damage, contamination and or not able to get it back in time that could make the semen unusable.” Jared quotes from a website.

Jensen softly chuckled, “Nerd.”

Jared notices the bulge in his jeans, “You didn’t...”

“Drain the snake..choke the chicken..spank the monkey.”

“Fuck, okay, you didn’t! Stop using old man slang.” He shook his head smiling  at Jensen intentionally goading him.

Jared reached up for the hand playing in his hair, grasping it to draw Jensen down next to him.

“Jack, I don’t want to wait any longer on doing this. I love JJ and the twins, you know I do, but they'll always be yours and Danneels. I know the timing could be better... but I'm almost thirty-eight and I want my..our own pups running around the house driving us crazy.”

“For the next eighteen years?”

“Minimum.”

tbc

Part II

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GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy @let-me-luve-you @all-4-wincest

Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva

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[septicstories]

A/N: For some unfathomable reason, I get some fantasy BNHA vibe from the song, Ophelia by the Lumineers. not even the lyrics. Like, the instrumental. It also, for some reason, gives me such an intense feeling of nostalgia that it sort of makes me want to cry? And I don’t know why? Actually wait. Seeing that this song is from the same guys who performed “Ho Hey” that makes a bunch of sense. Okay, anyways, I’m just gonna write a Kiribaku fantasy thing. Just some fluff, nothing super major.

I, I, when I was younger

“Kacchan! Quit running off! Your mother is bound to be worried sick!”

“Shut up, Deku! I’m gonna be fucking fine! C’mon!”

“Kacchan!”

The two young boys ran through the forests. Katsuki had recently turned twelve, given his first sword. Nothing fancy, just a small cutlass. In a week, he’d get his very first tattoo. But only if he collected an animal’s blood. 

Easiest way to do that?

Kill it and bring it back to his village.

I, I, should have known better

“Uh, Kacchan? Do you see that?” the younger green haired boy asked.

Katsuki glanced in the direction, seeing that there was a pair of bright red wings popping out of the bushes.

“Is that a dragon?” the green haired boy whispered.

“No one’s ever had dragon blood for their tattoo before!” Katsuki whispered back with a feral grin.

The grin was odd and misshapen, something he didn’t do often. It hadn’t quite grown on the ash blond yet.

“Oi! Dragon! Show yourself!”

Katsuki took his cutlass, slicing through the bush. As the leaves and branches from the bush fell, the front of the dragon was revealed.

And I can't feel no remorse

A black haired boy looked up at him with big red eyes. A pair of horns protruded from his forehead, their base a bright red. A tail stuck out of the other side of the bush, also bright red.

“Sorry! No hurt, please,”

Katsuki dropped his cutlass to the ground.

A dragon shifter.

They were a rare species, only two thousand known in the world throughout time. 

“Are you hurt?” the green haired boy popped up beside Katsuki.

“Uh... wings. Stuck. Help?”

“Come with me afterward,” Katsuki said firmly.

“Huh?! Kacchan?! What are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku,”

The boys freed the dragon shifter before Katsuki led him back to his parent’s castle.

“Oi, hag! Bring us a medic!” Katsuki yelled into the castle, kicking a door open.

“For fuck’s sake, Katsuki! Did you hurt Izuku aga--”

Queen Mitsuki entered the room, ready to whoop her son’s ass, only to find her son and the boy she called her nephew in perfect health. A third boy with dragon wings, scales, and horns, however, was not.

“Oh. Uhm... hello,” she said calmly.

The dragon boy gave a bow as Mitsuki called for a few medics.

And you don't feel nothing back

“Kacchan, it’s so weird for you to help someone like that. What about your tattoo?”

“Dumbass. Don’t you know that dragon shifters are a rare species? If I fucking killed one, I’d die, for sure. I’d be hunted down. And it felt... different. Like I couldn’t kill them, even if they weren’t a dragon shifter. I... they feel different,”

Katsuki sat outside of the infirmary where the dragon boy stayed.

Behind the door, the shifter had sat, listening. That was something he was good at. Listening. He didn’t know what most of it meant. He didn’t speak their language. Hell, he rarely spoke.

But hearing what the ash blond boy had to say made him feel weird. His tail thumped against the cot he sat on, a happy chirp leaving his mouth.

When Katsuki came back to see the dragon shifter, he was pounced on, happy chirping noises escaping his mouth. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Master! Teach fight!”

“What?! Master?”

“You save me. I stay until I save,”

Katsuki sat there, baffled. A dragon shifter wants to be his? And a cute one at that?

“So, you wanna know how to fight, huh?”

I, I, got a new girlfriend

“No fucking way, really?” Katsuki was snapped from his memories by Sero gawking at the drunken purple haired bard.

“Mhm! She’s super duper pretty,” she slurred happily. “She’s a princess!”

“Congrats!” Mina, the pink haired barkeep said with a smile.

“Oh, it’s Princess Yaoyorozu, right?” Tenya asked, sipping lightly from his glass of wine.

“Mhm! Momo is so great,” Jirou beamed.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffing at Jirou’s words.

She feels like he's on top

The dragon prince-- no, king-- had changed greatly since he met the dragon shifter, Eijirou.

Katsuki’s original kingdom was attacked, his family and his people killed. It was bloody and traumatizing. He actually needed saving from Eijirou.

But he never left.

And I don't feel no remorse

“Oh! Katsuki!” Eijirou tugged on the king’s cape. “Look! Miss Frog brought her wife!”

He looked behind the bar to see Ochaco and Tsuyu, smiling sweetly at each other.

“Get a room!”

Denki and Sero laughed beside Katsuki before Ochaco flipped him off.

And you can't see past my blinders

“Ochaco, relax, kero,” Tsuyu mumbled.

“Yeah, Katsu’s just jealous that he can’t have what we have,” Ochaco said with a smile, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s nose.

“You want to be a lesbian?” Eijirou whispered to Katsuki, who choked on his brandy.

Eijirou frantically waved his hands. “Sorry! Hurt?”

Whenever Eijirou found himself flustered or speaking quickly, his speech would go back to the broken language he used when he was a child. It got his point across, it just wasn’t the most eloquent.

Oh, Ophelia

“I’m fine, shitty lizard,” he mumbled. “No, I don’t want to be a lesbian. I don’t like women. I would just want to date someone and... be happy with them, you know?”

“Oh! Dragons do that! We bite the neck of our mate, give our mate a mark!”

“What, some sort of binding mark?”

Eijirou nodded happily, a small chirp leaving his throat.

You've been on my mind girl since the flood

“Why hasn’t Ei gotten drunk?” Mina asked.

“Dragons don’t drink. Alcohol to them is like feeding chocolate to a dog,” Katsuki scoffed. “Figure you would’ve fucking known that since he’s declined your alcohol consistently for the past several years,”

“Mhm! Alcohol killed my family,” Eijirou said with a soft smile.

“Oh,” Denki murmured.

After the sudden dark turn, it was quiet. But only for a moment.

“Hi, Kacchan!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, turning to the green haired boy, who had Prince Shouto walking behind him.

“Done fucking the prince yet? Or are you still his spite boyfriend?” Katsuki snarled.

“How dare y--” “Shou, it’s okay,”

“Ah? Having the lapdog shush the prince? Doesn’t that deserve some sort of punishment?” 

The shit eating grin on Katsuki’s face grew as Izuku’s face flushed at the word.

“Don’t be rude,” Eijirou hissed, smacking Katsuki’s shoulder. “Sorry for Katsuki. He is drunk.”

Oh, Ophelia

“Ah, it’s alright, Eijirou!” Izuku said with a grin.

“The master disobeying his dragon? Doesn’t that deserve some sort of punishment?” Shouto asked, giving a smug ass grin.

Katsuki’s grip on his glass tightened, the glass making a creaking noise.

“Shou!”

“What does he mean by that? I did not do anything wrong, did I? Did I go against a human rule again?” Eijirou whispered.

“No, Prince Shouto’s just being an asshole,” Katsuki mumbled.

“Stop being mean!” Eijirou said before pouting a little. “You’re better than that,”

Katsuki felt his heart clench at his oddly adorable dragon servant.

Actually, was servant the word to use? He didn’t feel as though Eijirou was his servant or inferior to him. Much more like a friend. 

One day, hopefully more.

Katsuki groaned, smacking his head with the heel of his palm. He needed to stop thinking like that. Eijirou would be a friend and nothing more.

Heaven help a fool who falls in love

So maybe Katsuki did end up falling in love with his dragon shifter friend. What did it matter?

He wasn’t going to act on his urges to kiss him, hold him, tell him he loved him- no! That’s preposterous! 

From time to time, he wonders what his mother would think of him if she saw him now:

Sitting in a bar as a dragon king, making fun of the prince of another kingdom, sitting beside his dragon shifter friend who he also held high affection for.

He was fucked, wasn’t he?

“Why did you hit yourself? Was there an insect? I could have gotten it for you,” Eijirou asked.

“You are not eating a fucking insect off my head again,”

“It was one time!”

“One time too many!”

I, I, got a little paycheck

“Anyway, Katsuki, we didn’t come here to hear endless innuendos,” Shouto sighed, pulling out a silken sack.

It jingled happily as it was dropped in front of Katsuki.

“We came here for the--”

“Yeah yeah, you came here for the head of that beast. I know. Ei, you got the satchel?”

“Right here!” Eijirou said, holding the heavy satchel, dripping in black blood. “The head is in a bag inside of the satchel. So grab the bag inside. Do not wear white gloves, I suggest black as that is the color of their blood,”

“Thank you, Eijirou,” Izuku said, giving a quick bow as he replaced his white gloves for black ones.

Katsuki was handed the sack and he popped it open.

“Ei, coin toss,” he growled, taking a golden coin and flicking it behind me.

Coin toss is what they’ve done to see if the money is genuine. Katsuki toss a coin behind him, Eijirou nibbles on it for a second, and then he gives it back if it’s good. If it’s bad, he eats it.

If he eats even a single coin, he has Katsuki’s permission to beat the shit out of them.

You got big plans and you gotta move

“Must you do this every time?” Shouto asked

“What, you give us a shit coin?” Katsuki asked, flipping Eijirou the next coin.

“No’ ye’,” Eijirou said, catching the coin between his teeth. “All solid,”

“Good. And yes, we fucking do, asshole,” Katsuki scoffed. “You could scam us out, and we’d have to kill ya for it,”

“Be nishe, Katshuki!” Eijirou said before slipping the coin out of his mouth.

And I don't feel nothing at all

“Hey guys, we’re gonna go head toward the inn! Heard they had a bonfire going! We also need to drop off our horses,” Sero said with his signature grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki scoffed.

After quickly checking the rest of the coins and making sure they were genuine, Katsuki closed the silken sack.

“Thanks,” he grumbled out.

“Sure thing, Kacchan! It was a pleasure to work with you!”

“Fuck off!”

And you can't feel nothing small

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“What is it?” Katsuki asked, turning to Eijirou.

“I want to show you a place,”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki had a smirk cross his face. “Where to, Shitty Lizard?”

“Come with me!”

Eijirou and Katsuki left the bar, leaving a few gold coins with small dents in them on the counter.

Eijirou stood behind the building, removing his clothing as not to rip them before Katsuki placed them in the satchel.

A few moments later, the redheaded hybrid became a full dragon, and the two tore up into the sky at vicious speeds.

But once they were over the clouds, Eijirou slowed to a glide.

“Nice job on speed. Doing better,”

A deep rumbling chirp came from Eijirou as they continued to soar above the clouds, Katsuki relaxing happily on Eijirou’s back.

Honey I love you, that's all she wrote

The duo began their descent, landing at the base of a mountain as Eijirou shifted back.

“So, what did you want to show me?” Katsuki asked, handing Eijirou his clothing.

“Top of the mountain,” Eijirou said, yanking on his clothes.

Katsuki blinked for a moment. “Then why the hell didn’t you fly us up there?”

“The path there is very pretty too,” Eijirou said, making Katsuki huff.

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s fucking go,”

Oh, Ophelia

The boys began their hike up the mountain. Nothing too rigorous, but still harder than a simple walk. Not like the two minded, though. They’ve grown used to things that take up far more energy than a hike.

“So, where exactly did you bring me?” Katsuki asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, we are climbing up a mountain. I cannot remember the name at the moment, so my apologies,” Eijirou chuckled, tugging at his scarf a tad.

“Fucking great. Any sort of civilization nearby?”

“Uhm... I believe there is a village that sits on the shore,”

You've been on my mind girl like a drug

Katsuki put a finger in his mouth, and after a moment, he pulled it out and held it to the sky.

The light breeze hit his wet finger tip, only a small part of it being cold.

“We in the East?”

After a moment, Eijirou nodded.

“Yes, yes!”

“And there’s a village by the water?”

Oh, Ophelia

“Yes, you will see it once we reach the top!” Eijirou chirped.

“So does the name Tuft Mountain ring any bells?”

“Oh, yes, yes!”

“And you wanted to show me the peak of Tuft?”

“Mhm!”

Heaven help a fool who falls in love

Katsuki knew what Eijirou was doing.

Anyone with half a damn brain cell knew what he was doing.

Oh, Ophelia

“YOU’RE FUCKING TAKING ME TO LOVER’S POND?!”

You've been on my mind girl since the flood

“Hush, hush! You’ll disturb the wildlife!” Eijirou said, thankful for the dark of the night that covered his flushed face.

The two reached the peak, and Katsuki’s eyes widened.

Oh, Ophelia

The pond was surrounded by gorgeous flowers and other wild grasses, waving in the breeze nonchalantly.

Fireflies dotted the sky, their little lights glowing up against the water’s surface.

The pond itself was an irregular heart shape, yet it was naturally formed.

Heaven help a fool who falls in love

Legend says that those who sit at one side of the pond will have their soulmate appear at the other side.

This could take minutes, hours, days, months, weeks, even years.

The pond is for those who are willing to wait for their soulmate.

Oh, Ophelia

Eijirou went and sat at one end of the pond, and waited.

Katsuki felt a tug.

You've been on my mind girl like a drug

As though he was being forced closer to the pond.

His head foggy and walk awkward, his body slowly made it’s way to the other side of the pond.

Oh, Ophelia

The two boys gawked at each other, vermilion and scarlet eyes locking, jaws dropping.

Katsuki knew what had just happened and knew what he’d done, but he hadn’t felt as though he was in control of himself.

A smile bloomed on Eijirou’s face.

He covered his mouth with his hands as tears clumped up in his lashes.

His tail thumped on the ground, wings beating, and sobbing chirps of joy escaping his mouth.

Katsuki felt his eyes water as well as he grinned.

Heaven help a fool who falls in love

A/N: Okay! Thank you so much for reading this! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it! I just get sudden impulses to write, so I do, and then you get this. Ooh! I’ve also never done this before, but I’m gonna start a tag list! I’ll do this for every story! I’ve only got one person and my beta readers, but feel free to ask to be on the tag list! You’ll get a notif for any oneshot I post! Or story! If you want to see my artwork, then please make that specification. So I’ll tag you in both or one or the other. Okay? Okay!

Tag list: @king-queenie, @violet-fandom, @siivermoon​,

Okay! That’s all! Thank you!

#long post #kiribaku #kiribaku fantasy au #oneshot #eijirou kirishima #katsuki bakugou #krbk #songfic #ophelia the lumineers #the lumineers #fanfiction #fanfic #septic's stories

[foursideharmony]

The Cat, The Prince, and the Doorway to Imagination (Chapter 2)

Summary: The adventure gets underway.

Pairings: Platonic/familial LAMP/CALM, Platonic/familial DLAMPR

Content Warnings: None so far

Word Count: 2235

Read on AO3: here

Patton's eyes were huge. “The Narnia? With the talking animals and wholesome religious subtext?”

“That's the place,” said Roman. “I mean...I dialed back a little on the religious subtext, since that can be kind of a touchy subject. But Patton, there will be as many talking animals as you want.”

“So how is this going to work?” asked Virgil. “We're the main characters? Will you tell us what to do next?”

“I won't have to!” said Roman. “It's literally just the plot of the first book. All we have to do is go through the major story beats! We'll pick things up at the point where all four Pevensies go through the wardrobe together and meet up with the Beavers, and—”

“Whoa, slow down, Pagemaster. I hate to bust your bubble, but I don't actually remember much about the story.”

“Nor I,” said Logan. “It has been quite some time since Thomas either read the book or watched any of the film adaptations, and in the interim I have grown...” He trailed off, blinking, and then pulled a thin stack of index cards out of his jeans pocket and thumbed through them until he found the one he wanted. “...'fuzzy' on the details.”

“You needed a vocab card for 'fuzzy?'” asked Roman. “Never mind. Don't worry about not being fully up to speed—it's a pretty simple adventure story, and Patton and I can give—”

“Actually...” Patton said, sheepishly raising his hand like a schoolchild, “...I don't really remember much about the story either. I always get distracted by the talking animals and wholesome religious subtext.”

Roman stuck his tongue into his cheek for a moment, considering. Then he brightened. “Even better! This way I'll be able to surprise all three of you! And who knows—maybe it will all come back to you as we go along. So is everyone ready?”

They affirmed that they were.

“Oh. One more thing, before we go in. Stories in the Imagination can take on a life of their own. You might find yourself having...odd impulses, ideas that you're not used to. That's the story, trying to nudge you in a particular direction. It's best to just go along with it. Remember that it's a story for kids, there will be a happy ending, and we're all friends.”

Virgil's eyes widened and he took a breath to speak, but Patton cut in: “I trust you, Roman.” Virgil let out the breath and bit back his protest.

Roman smiled. “Follow me, everyone. And try not to be too alarmed by anything we might encounter...”

They stepped into the wardrobe. Almost at once, a chilly breeze, tasting of snow and pine, fluttered past them and swirled around to tug the doors closed. “Don't worry, that was supposed to happen,” Roman said in a breathless half-whisper. “Head toward the light.” And indeed, as their eyes adjusted to the darkened, fur-lined interior of the wardrobe, they became able to perceive a cool light in the distance, opposite where they had entered. They went for it, pushing and stumbling through the rows of coats, gasping with startled...delight?...when the soft fur gave way to prickly conifer branches, and snow crunched underfoot, and finally blinking in the soft glow of a forest in deep winter.

Roman had gone all out. It was a world of white and blue-gray, the snow caked so thickly that only here and there was a hint of brown bark or green needle visible, and even these colors were muted. The only sounds, apart from the ones the Sides had brought with them, were the soughing of the breeze and the occasional patter of ice crystals from a distant tree branch. And it was cold—so much so that the first thing any of them did, apart from stare agape at the frozen landscape, was Virgil retreating a few yards into the grove they had emerged from and returning with four of the fur coats. He kept one and handed the rest to Patton for distribution.

“See, Virgil?” Roman said, his voice sounding oddly hollow as the snow and wind swallowed it. “You're getting the hang of this story already.”

“Less talk, more...whatever you have planned,” Virgil said, wrapping himself in black rabbit. “Let's get going before we all freeze our...toes off.”

“Hold up...where's Logan?” asked Patton.

“Over here,” came Logan's calm voice from a couple dozen yards away. He was starkly visible as a dark spot against the snow, standing perfectly motionless, huddled into himself and shivering slightly as he stared at the thing that had prompted him to drift away from the group.

“I remember this now,” he said as the others approached. “Come to think of it, it may be part of why I retained so little about the book in the first place. I mean...it's patently ridiculous. What fuels it? There are no gas lines in a wild forest.”

“If you must know...friendly spite,” said Roman.

“That warrants a fuller explanation,” said Logan, accepting a coat from Patton.

“Well,” Roman said, waving the group along, “C.S. Lewis, the author, was great friends with the almighty J.R.R. Tolkien, who told him in rather absolutist terms that you couldn't write about a fantasy world and put a lamppost in it. To which Lewis replied—I'm paraphrasing here—'Oh yeah, homes? Watch me'—and created this delightful world of Narnia, with that lamppost as a signature feature. True story. If nothing else, you have to admire his saucy rebel spirit.”

“I fail to see how that translates into a viable, inexhaustible fuel supply.”

“Aw, Logan!” Patton chirped. “It's a magic lamp in a magic forest! That's all it needs to glow forever!”

“See? Patton gets it!”

“Ease up a little on the noise, guys,” said Virgil. “Anything could be stalking us in this place. Roman, where are we even going?”

“It's not so much where we're going as what we're going to encounter. I condensed this part of the story somewhat and—”

“SHH!” Virgil hissed emphatically, pulling up short and throwing his arms out to the sides to stop the others as well. “I heard something in the bushes,” he muttered. “I told you we were being followed. Nobody move until we know what we're dealing with.”

There came a short whistling sound from a patch of shubbery, and a low, dark shape darted out, heading away from them through the brush, muttering in an almost human fashion as it went. Patton's eyes grew enormous. “Talking animal!” he cooed, and immediately gave chase. “Wait up, critter! We won't hurt you!”

“Patton, no!” Virgil called. He spun about and thrust a finger in Roman's face, eyes glittering with barely suppressed fury. “If anything happens to him, I will end you.” Then he followed, vaulting over low-growing bushes, somehow not slipping in the snow.

“I didn't make Patton run off,” Roman grumbled as he and Logan brought up the rear.

“Was this part of your plan?” asked Logan.

“The animal, yes, Patton's impulsiveness, no. Virgil's hostility...definitely no. This is supposed to be a fun excursion!”

“I am afraid I have no advice for you.”

They caught up to find Patton inching around and poking at a dense thicket, Virgil staying close but not interfering. “It's in here somewhere,” Patton said as a repeat of the whistle from earlier confirmed his claim, “but I can't find a spot for us to get through.”

“I keep telling him this is a bad idea,” Virgil said.

“Virgil, it's fine,” said Roman. “This is how the story is supposed to go. That's our guide in there.”

“You said these stories could, and I quote, 'take on a life of their own.' How do you know—”

“Aha!” Patton exclaimed with a touch of giggle. “Here we go!” He pulled aside a swath of branches, making an opening easily big enough for them to pass through if they stooped.

It was spacious inside the thicket, with a “roof” of branches low enough that a few twigs brushed the Sides' heads, and a “floor” of earth and dead leaves—the tangle overhead was thick enough to keep out the snow, which meant it also kept out most of the daylight. They could barely make out the form of the creature that had led them there, seeing only that it was stout and dark-furred, with a hunched posture and beady eyes that twinkled in the meager light.

“Aw, it's a beaver!” Patton said. “Heeeere, beaver, beaver, beaver!”

“Hush!” the beaver said, bounding across the space. “I brought you here for secrecy's sake, but if you start shouting you'll attract the wrong sort of attention anyway.”

“See, guys?” said Virgil. “We need to be more careful.”

“How are you able to speak?” asked Logan, bemused. “You appear to have completely normal morphology for a member of genus Castor. Your vocal tract should not be capable of forming such complex sounds, to say nothing of your brain structure.”

“Logan, you're doing it again,” Patton said out of the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Beaver, for his part, ignored the nosy questions in favor of counting the Sides. “Four,” he said with deep satisfaction. “Four Sons of Adam. At last. Narnia has been waiting for you for a long time. I have so much to tell you...but not here. There's only so much privacy we can manage out-of-doors. Her spies are everywhere.”

“Her who?” Virgil said with a hint of a growl.

“Who else?” replied Mr. Beaver. He beckoned them all to lean in close, which in the Sides' case meant leaning over quite a bit. “The White Witch.”

“Oohhh yeeaahhh, I remember now,” said Patton. “She is one scary lady.”

“Understatement of the year,” Roman muttered.

“The White Witch has kept Narnia in thrall for a hundred years,” the beaver continued, “but now that you four have come, we shall finally see the end of her wicked reign. It has been prophesied.”

“Hang on, hang on,” said Virgil. “Is that the thing where four humans show up, kick the White Witch to the curb, and all settle down as kings of Narnia? Guys…are we actually down for that? I mean, I know Roman is, but…”

“If it’s part of the story, then I say we go for it,” Patton stated firmly.

“We did agree to follow through with the adventure,” said Logan.

“There is much to tell you,” said Mr. Beaver, as if the interruption hadn’t occurred, “but not here. I’ll take you to my place and fill you in on all the details. Now let’s hurry…it’ll be dark soon and you do not want to be caught in these woods after dark.”

They left the shelter of the thicket, and although the sky was overcast, it was indeed evident that the daylight was waning. The trip to the Beavers’ house was undertaken in near-silence, which gave Roman plenty of time to take stock of how the adventure was progressing.

His first thought was that it was going really well, actually. His fellow Sides were settling into their roles as fantasy protagonists, plus or minus a little snark (which was only to be expected). The scenery looked great, Mr. Beaver was following the loose “script” Roman had assigned him without any need for corrective nudging, and the adventure was shaping up just how he had imagined it.

As he thought more about the other Sides' reactions, he realized that they were even taking on rough approximations of the roles of the Pevensie children. Patton accepted everything with wide-eyed wonder, just like Lucy. Logan was being typically skeptical and sensible, much like Susan. And Virgil, in his drive to protect them all from danger, was acting almost like an eldest brother, a la Peter. That just left...

Roman stopped dead in his tracks as a chill that had nothing to do with the snow shot up and down his spine and forked down all his limbs.

I thought I was your hero...

Stories in the Imagination can take on a life of their own...

He forced his legs to start working again before the rest of the party could notice anything was wrong, and pulled up the hood on his silver mink coat in order to hide the expression of dread that he could feel forming (and to potentially play it off as a sudden bout of chill if anyone did notice).

Anyway, he was destined to be far colder before the night was over.

He should have known. How could he have overlooked something so simple?

On their final approach to the Beavers' house, Roman turned his eyes northward, toward the twin hills where the story obviously wanted him to go. Could he already spot a hint of an icy spire?

He barely tasted the trout dinner the Beavers served the four of them, barely heard the conversation that ensued. He already knew how it went, after all. His only role in all of it was to duck out early (quack?) and take the relevant news to their enemy.

He had only wanted to be the hero, but someone had to be the villain, and the story had picked Roman. How could he refuse?

#sanders sides #fanfiction #lamp/calm #platonic lamp/calm #dlampr #platonic dlampr #narnia #sympathetic janus #sympathetic remus #villainous roman

[tisfan]

Title: Genus and Species  Collaborator Name: @27dragons & @tisfan Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26030251 Square Filled:   Tony Stark Flash Bingo (Aug) - Thanos (both)   Starkbucks Bingo - I3: “I got nothing” (27dragons), O4: Time Travel (to the Future) (tisfan) Ship/Main Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: G Major Tags & Triggers: None Other Tags: Time Travel, Established Relationship, Dinosaurs, Robots Summary: Tangling with Thanos has landed Bucky and Tony somewhere -- or somewhen -- they don’t know. No, Tony, you can’t bring the dinosaur home and keep it as a pet. Word Count: 1703

For @tonystarkbingo and @starkbucksbingo

When Bucky opened his eyes, all he could see was green in all directions. At first he thought that was just the remainder of the Time Stone’s power. Thanos had done… something. No one quite knew what because the battle had been so confusing; the Power Stone blasting purple rays everywhere, the Space Stone moving people out of position, lord only knew what was happening with the Reality Stone. And then there had been a great, green wave of energy--

“Ug,” said someone nearby. It took Bucky a moment to clear his thoughts enough to identify it: Tony. “I feel like a Pride parade just swallowed me whole and then puked me out.” A pause. “Why are we in a jungle?”

“I got nothing,” Bucky said, rolling over to look at Tony. The Iron Man suit was pretty banged up, souvenirs of the battle. “I think-- I’m not sure. Strange was yelling something about a time vortex. It’s hard to understand him under normal circumstances.” Thanos had zapped Bucky with the Mind Stone at least three times, somehow sensing the Winter Soldier would be easier to control. 

Bucky did not appreciate it.

Tony made some kind of noise that was hard to interpret through the suit’s speakers, and then retracted the helmet to look around. “Okay, well, those are deciduous trees, so we haven’t been thrown back more than three hundred million years or so.”

“There are jungles all over the world,” Bucky said, grumbling and getting to his feet. He might only look about thirty-five or so, but there were days he felt all one hundred of his years. Knees. Knees were a thing. Also, poor design. “Any signal?”

Tony made a face and then reformed the helmet. “...Some,” he said. “Nothing I can hook into right away, but there’s something out there.”

“Right, Mulder,” Bucky snarked. “All right, we do this the old fashioned way.” He dug out a set of binoculars and hung them around his neck. “You stay down here, you’re too colorful. Any sniper in the area might want to take a stab at you.” He didn’t necessarily disinclude himself on that list, but the sort of stabbing he had in mind was generally not for polite company. He looked around for a good, tall tree and scrambled up, swinging himself from branch to branch. When he got high enough, he paused, waiting for the wind, so it wouldn’t just be one tree shaking like crazy.

Finally, he breached the canopy and could get a look around.

Jungle.

More freaking bush than he’d seen since Cambodia.

Trees, and trees, and more trees. In the distance, he made out a mountain (also covered in trees) and a break in the trees that was either a road or a river. 

Something was moving.

Bucky turned the binocs in that direction. Something big was moving. Trees swayed and crunched. Something really damn big. Bucky could feel the vibrations of its footsteps in the tree he was clinging to. 

“Clear,” he yelled, and then just let go. He could handle drops up to fifty feet without too much trouble, and the ground here was soft and springy.

He’d just reached Tony’s side when the something fucking roared. Like a tiger crossed with an elephant and the size of a blue whale.

“That’s a dinosaur,” Bucky said with forced calm. “We should get the heck to shelter, like, yesterday.”

“What kind of dinosaur?” Tony wondered. “Might be an herbivore. That would be cool, actually.”

“May I remind you that the current contenders for biggest, meanest land animals are moose and hippos, and they’re both herbivores,” Bucky said. “Can we do something productive, like finding a cave, or an overhang, before it sees us, and decides we’re lunch?”

“Oh, fine.” Tony tossed a couple of microcameras up onto the trees where they clung like particularly bright insects, then turned in a slow circle. “Infrared suggests some hollow rock in that direction,” he said, pointing. “If there’s not a natural entrance, we can make one.”

Bucky nodded, then took point. It bothered him a little that there wasn’t someone taking up the rear between Tony and whatever was out there, and reminded himself that Tony was an experienced fighter, and he had a suit of armor, which was pretty damn tough. 

The whatever it was sped up, moving at them-- Bucky tipped his head to one side while he ran the math. Nearly thirty miles per hour. Bucky picked up the pace a little bit. On flat ground, Bucky could run almost sixty miles per hour, but this was not flat. Nor was it a good plan for him to expend that much energy before they had any idea what they were up against, or if there was much in the way of food in the nearby vicinity.

“Got your cave, ten o’clock,” Bucky said. There was a bit of a clearing and then they could squeeze in, one at a time. “How far back does it--”

Bucky stopped as the -- freaking hell -- dinosaur came crashing out of the jungle, about six meters high and full of teeth.

“That,” he said, firmly, “is a dinosaur. I don’t care what you just said about the deciduous thingies.”

“There were deciduous trees long before there were dinosaurs,” Tony said distractedly. He was looking up at the dinosaur, his head cocked. “It’s not a dinosaur, though.”

“Okay, you go out and tell it that it don’t exist,” Bucky snapped. “If it’s going to eat us, does species really matter?”

“The species doesn’t matter,” Tony said. “What matters is that it’s a robot. I don’t think we’ve gone back in time at all. I think we went forward.”

Bucky stared at him. “I fail to see how this is an improvement in any way.” Probably worse, honestly. Dinosaurs were at least skin and bone and nerve endings. And most living things were afraid of fire.

“Dinosaurs are your department, sweetheart,” Tony said. “Robots are mine. Get in the cave and stay out of its sight.” Without waiting for a response, he launched into the air, a wide, spiraling path that would take him around the dinosaur-robot-thing a few times before he reached the level of its head.

Bucky slid into the shadows where he could still watch, sighing. “If you bring back a giant dino-shaped robot from the future as a pet and say ‘can we keep it’ I promise you, Steve is gonna kill you.”

“Not if my pet dino-robot eats him first,” Tony said cheerfully, even as he swerved to avoid the thing’s lunging bite. He dipped and spun and wound up clinging to the dino-robot’s back.

The dino-robot was extremely unamused by the sudden disappearance of its prey. It whirled and snapped, clipping several branches as big around as Bucky’s arm with all the ease of a hedge-trimmer.

Tony was muttering under his breath, technical terms that made no sense even when Bucky knew what they meant, because they weren’t connected to each other, just little fragments of sentences and thoughts, punctuated with occasional grunts as the dinosaur made various attempts to dislodge him.

“You got an EMP grenade?” he called down after what seemed like hours and was probably no more than a minute or two.

Bucky stuffed his left hand into his satchel, the sensor array in his fingertips cataloging his equipment neatly. “Two. You want me to throw it, or lend it to ya?” EMP grenades were pretty good against Doombots, their occasional throw downs with raging maniacs like Doc Ock, and more than a few times against the US military who had a perpetual boner for shooting at the Hulk.

“Toss it up here,” Tony said. “This thing runs on a-- oof! --slightly different frequency than the ones we’re used to, I need to do a mod.”

“I don’t know about you, smart-guy,” Bucky said. He dashed across the clearing, rolling when he got to the far side, “but I am not used to giant robo-dinosaurs.” He threw the grenade with such precision that Tony only had to hold out his hand to be able to catch it.

“Perfect, good throw,” Tony said, because he was consistently amazed at Bucky’s aim. (And Clint’s, if Bucky had to be honest.) He let go of the dinosaur’s back and shot up higher into the sky, just out of its reach, hovering in the air as he retracted one gauntlet and started fiddling with the grenade.

After snapping uselessly at Tony a few times, the dino seemed to realize there was something else under its feet. A large snout bent down to snort at Bucky, who promptly punched it in the nose with his left arm. “Bad dino-bot, no biting,” Bucky scolded. The snout didn’t even seem damaged. Crap, that was probably bad.

The dino-bot did not smell like a robot. It smelled like rotting meat, probably the result of whatever it had caught in its teeth.

“Almost done!” Tony called. “Hang in there!”

“Whatever you’re doing, do it faster!”

The dino-bot made another lunge for Bucky that he was barely able to dodge by diving behind a large tree. And then he had to roll out of the way again when the dino’s attack knocked the tree over.

The dino roared again. Why did a robot have to roar? That seemed entirely unnecessary.

But as it did, Tony swooped down and chucked the EMP into its mouth, then dropped the rest of the way to the ground to get between it and Bucky. “--two, one.”

“You make a pretty good shield,” Bucky muttered, putting his shoulder to Tony’s spine. They’d discovered a few times, the hard way, that the arm wasn’t always too great at dealing with EMPs either, but the suit made for a good Faraday cage.

The dino-robot closed its mouth, made an entirely biological hiccup sound, and then--

WHUMP!

The mouth dropped open.

Very slowly, the dino-bots legs folded--

And it fell over, crushing more trees and wrecking the landscape.

“Well, that’s that, then,” Tony said. “Unless, of course, there are more of them out there. We should probably work on finding a way home so we can kick Thanos’ butt.” 

#august flash bingo #tonystarkbingo2020 #starkbucksbingo2020 #winteriron #time travel

[doyouever-daydream]

Story of Boy Meets Girl

A/N Here I am writing the date I wish I’d have with Spencer Reid but instead I am at home, writing fanfiction for our entertainment, be safe, dear humans!

I wrote this while listening to the When Harry Met Sally score and the (500) days of Summer soundtrack, that’s how I came up with the title, hehe. Also I am a plant nerd (but there might be some mistakes) and for this fic I downloaded a book about the USBG and saw a 20 minute tour on youtube (which is a great thing to do while on quarantine)  and I fell in love and now I wanna go so bad, so if you also like plants hmu and I’ll share the links.

First oneshot for my BAU does Blind Dates series for the prompt blind date for my @cmbingo​ card

Summary: Both, Spencer and (y/n) have no expectations for their blind date, but their mutual friend Penelope seems to think they can be good together so they’ll just have to find out while they visit the U.S. Botanic Garden.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Femal reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2183.

My other nonsense

Penelope was out shopping with her friend y/n, they had met in a hand embroidery class a few months ago, (y/n) was a salvation for Penelope, she was still adjusting to her new job, and her best friends (and boyfriend) were extremely busy fighting bad guys so having her made Penelope feel less lonely. (y/n) on her part wasn’t very social, she got along with her coworkers and most of her close friends were back in her hometown, so for her, Penelope also was a gift from her lucky stars. 

“What’s got you smiling so big Penelope?” (y/n) asked while they were at a vintage dress store.

“Luke’s coming home from a case today, they wrapped the case sooner than they thought” She showed the text message to her friend.

“That’s great, hopefully he won’t get another case during the weekend” 

“I hope so, I really want to spend some days with him without stressing about his safety and the rest of my friend’s safety as well” Penelope sighed, the team have been away many days in some difficult cases that had her nerves on the edge.

“You will, I’m sure you’ll have a great weekend together.” (y/n) smiled at her.

“What about you, huh? What are your plans for the weekend? Any hot date?” (y/n) laughed.

“Ha! No, just me, my plants and comfort food” She sighed.

“Hey, you’re young, you have more than enough time to find someone” Penelope knew she had been struggling with her personal life. Or rather the lack of it.

“Can you call my mom and tell her that too? She has baby fever, or grandchildren fever, I don’t even know how to call it.” She placed of her hands in her face getting anxious just thinking about it.

“What about you? Do you pressure yourself to be in a relationship? To have kids?” Penelope carefully asked.

“Well… I did before, all my friends getting married and me just being the single one, I felt like I needed someone but then I just let it go, and that’s the way it’s been my whole life, everyone with their boyfriends, girlfriends and me, the independent woman that moved half across the country from her family and friends to work in a place that I loved”

“I understand, trust me, I completely understand the need to find someone just so you stop being the single friend but sometimes you just gotta let it happen.”

“I know, I know but I can’t even remember the last date I had!”

That’s when Penelope had an idea.

“How would you feel about a blind date?” (y/n) looked at her with an amused face.

“You know me, I’m too shy and awkward to go on blind dates”

“Let me try, I can be a really good matchmaker, please?” (y/n) thought about it, Penelope had  been playing with an idea in the back of her mind for a few weeks, she even talked to Luke about and he supported the idea so she thought she might go through it.

The next thing (y/n) knew, was that she had a date for Saturday with one of Penelope’s friends, she was too nervous, but Penelope and even Luke reassured her that she’d be fine.

“Uhm, excuse me, are you (y/n) (y/l/n)?” A tall guy with light brown hair asked her.

“Yeah, you must be Spencer, Spencer Reid” Both of them had shy smiles on their faces, hoping their mutual friend was right and they could have a nice day.

“Shall we go in?” He signaled to the entrance of the United States Botanic Garden.

Once they started to walk through the gardens of the USBG, they realized they hadn’t talked at all.

“You chose a beautiful place, (y/n)” Spencer said while he looked around and put his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, have you been here before?” She asked in a low voice, feeling really awkward.

“Just once, many years ago, I brought my mom” He remembered fondly that one time her mom had visited him and the only thing she wanted to do was visit the USBG.

“That’s amazing, I want to bring my mom here but she haven’t visited me” She was feeling more relaxed.

“Oh, where does she live?”

“California, she lives there with my dad, and well, all my family and friends are there” Spencer could see the sadness in her eyes.

“How long it’s been since you moved?”

“A year and I’ve seen them, I fly for Christmas and Thanksgiving but I’m not the most social and outgoing person so it’s been a little tough on me” She confessed and he smiled sympathetically.

“I understand, I don’t have many friends beside my team, and Penelope, she changed her job but yeah, it’s just them” He awkwardly explained.

 “Introvert life, I get it” So far (y/n) was feeling more at ease with this nice and good looking stranger. “I think that’s why Penelope came up with this idea” 

“Yeah, maybe that was it” He looked at her and smiled, and suddenly his mind went blank, he didn’t know what to talk about so he did one of the things he did best: telling facts “The story about this place is quite interesting, the first idea for its creation goes back as far as 1796, botanical studies started to be more prominent during the eighteenth century but the creation of it officially started in 1820…” 

Spencer started to quote almost the entirety of a book he had read about the U.S. Botanic Garden, and as they walked through it and (y/n) listened fascinated by the way he talked. Once or twice she had made her own comments about what she knew and soon enough they were comfortable with each other.

Once they entered the Tropic exhibit, (y/n)’s face lit up, Spencer noticed that and stopped talking for a second.

“This is my favorite part of the whole place, I love seeing all kinds of greens and their contrast, also here they have calatheas which are my one of my favorites” Spencer smiled as he listened to her.

“Ah, calatheas, some people refer to them as a family of plants when in reality they are…” He was interrupted by an overly excited (y/n). 

“A genus of plants, they belong to the Marantaceae family, sorry, it’s just I really love this exhibit” She blushed.

“Oh, don’t worry, do you come often then?” She looked even more embarrassed, Spencer was not sure why.

“Uh, actually I work here” (y/n) confessed as she bit her lip.

“Really? Oh, wow, I never asked what you did, and what it is that you do?” He was pleasantly surprised. 

“I have a degree in Botany, I moved all the way from California to work here, today’s my day off obviously, but I always thought it would be nice to have a date here, it’s a place I know like the back of my hand and here I could have something to talk about” She was worried Spencer would think she was pathetic for wanting to have a date at her workplace instead he was worried he had been talking too much.

“Oh God, you love this place, you work here and I just told you things that you probably already knew, I am so sorry” It was his turn to blush.

“Don’t worry, I enjoyed listening to you, I knew some things but not all of them, and I just really liked knowing there is someone else that knows the history of this place, it was really nice” Being the awkward person she was, her face was now as red as a tomato.

Spencer only smiled at her and decided to look carefully at the plants, something (y/n) was grateful for, as she tried to regain her normal color.

“Come on, let’s go up to my favorite spot” Once they were there, Spencer understood why she liked that specific spot.

They looked down from the mezzanine and could see the beauty of the whole exhibit.

“What do you think?” She asked with a small smile.

“It’s beautiful, I don’t think I came up here before” He felt happy as to how the day was turning out, not only the whole place was a delight but the company of (y/n) was wonderful “Add some weeping angels statues and it would be even better” 

“Oh, and maybe a TARDIS” He turned to look at her, he was shocked she had caught the reference.

“Do you watch Doctor Who?” (y/n) looked at him and then back to the scene below them.

“No, I don’t” Spencer’s smile faded just a little, she was still great and he was hopeful they could go out again.

“Penelope does and she talks about it so much, once she did an embroidered TARDIS, and that’s why I got the reference” She played with the fabric of her blouse.

“I am really glad that Penelope thought about this” He said looking at her.

“Yeah, me too” She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Would you like to have coffee?” He dared to ask.

“Sure, when?” She replied while looking at him in awe, she couldn’t believe the date had gone far better than she had expected.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and looked around “What about now?”

“Yeah, let’s go”

Once they were at the coffee and had ordered, they sat down close to a window.

“So what do you do at your job?” Spencer asked while sipping on his coffee.

“I am a part of the conservation team, but the past few months I’ve been more focused on coordinating activities and the creation of programs for visitors, and I love it, it’s different from what I thought I would do but I enjoy doing that” She held her mug tightly and Spencer sensed there was more to it.

“Was that the position you originally wanted?”

“No, I wanted to work with plants and only plants, but then the opportunity presented and I took it and loved it but my family thinks that I moved across the country for a job that’s not entirely related to my degree, and it’s pretty much a desk job which is not true, but I can’t seem to make them change their minds” (y/n) looked sad.

“Are you close with them?” 

“Very, moving here was by far the hardest decision I’ve ever made and I don’t regret it, but it’s been tough” She looked out the window and Spencer looked at her empathetically.

“I imagine this has been difficult but I’m sure you’re doing an amazing job, I’ll try to go more often and participate in the programs, I’m curious as what you and the USBG has to offer” (y/n) smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

“Thank you, Spencer, but enough about me, I don’t know much about you, I know you’re a profiler but I am unsure as to what a profiler does, care to elaborate on that?” 

Spencer nodded as he went on to what his job was about and (y/n) listened with amazement in her eyes, she knew the BAU chased down bad guys but she didn’t know exactly how they did it.

The stayed there, both of them drinking cup after cup of coffee, and talking about everything and anything, by the end of the afternoon, they both felt as if the had met each other for a lifetime. 

They both walk back to the metro station together and Spencer is feeling unsure as to how he could suggest seeing each other again but (y/n) beats him to it.

“Spencer, I really, really enjoyed today, thank you for coming”

“Of course, I also had a great time today”

“Should we do this again?” She bit her lip hopeful he would agree.

“Go the US Botanic Garden?”

“Oh, not necessarily, I meant go out, I could use some company and I enjoyed yours”

“Ok, yeah, yeah, I would love to see you again” He’s smile was so big his eyes squinted and she felt her heart beat faster.

“Ok, you got my number, right?”

“Yeah, I saved it when you texted me” He pulled out his phone and held it up as if to prove he wasn’t lying.

“Have a good night” She smiled and waved at him, both of them had to take the metro in different directions so she started walking towards the opposite of him.

“You too, (y/n)!” If anyone looked at Spencer they could see the heart eyes he had while seeing the girl walking away from him. 

As he was ready to start his way home, he felt a tap on his shoulder and as soon as he turned around he received a hug from (y/n).

“Bye, text me when you’re home” She whispered in his ear and pulled away to start her way once again.

He stood there watching her walk away, being unable to move, remembering to call Penelope the minute he got home to thank her a million times for setting them up.

#cmbingo20 #cmbingo #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #spencer reid x reader

[365days365movies]

March 15, 2021: Clash of the Titans (1981) (Part Two)

I think mythology is squarely out of the equation now.

We’re gonna have to go with the Disney’s Hercules route with this movie, huh? Enjoy it for what it is, and forget the ways in which is destroys the source material. Well...if I gotta, then I guess I will. OK then, on with the show! Check out Part One for more!

Recap (2/2)

So, Pegasus has been captured by Calibos and his guys. That’s gonna be a problem, since they needed him to cut the journey to the Grey Sisters in half. Well, it doesn’t matter, and the group heads there anyway. Perseus tries to persuade Andromeda, but she rightly points out that she’s the only royalty there, and they all technically her. She girl-bosses her way out of there, and the rest follow.

In Olympus, Zeus asks Athena where her helmet is, and she replies that it’s forever lost in the swamp. Damn, Hades is gonna be piiiiiiissed. Zeus demands that she provides a replacement: her owl, Bubo. And I have a mini-stroke because he just called a GODDAMN BARN OWL BUBO. See, Bubo is the genus that contains the horned owls, including the great horned owl, snowy owl, and eagle owls. They belong to the family Strigidae. Barn owls not only belong to a different genus (Tyto), BUT A DIFFERENT FAMILY ENTIRELY (Tytonidae). So why in the FUCK did they choose a BARN OWL to play Bubo? Or, why did they name it Bubo, considering the fact that Athena’s owl is a little owl (Athene noctua). ORNITHOLOGY RAGE

...Anyway, she understandably refuses. Which is when Hephaestus (Pat Roach) steps up to make a metal replica of Athena’s companion. And yeah, Athena loves her owl almost as much as I love owls. Shae that she’s shit at naming them accurately, though.

The mechanical owl is sent to meet up with the group, as they ride through the desert. And, uh...this clockwork owl is cool, but also goofy as fuck. Also, looks nothing like a barn owl, but whatever. The mechanical owl, also named Bubo, speaks in clicks and whirs, which Perseus can somehow understand. He leads them to the shrine of the Greae.

As they head through the mountains, I think this is a good time to remind myself that this movie came out in 1981. Because I gotta tell ya, this movie feels way WAY OLDER than that. It’s weird, but it really feels completely out of its actual time. It seems like it should’ve come, like 10 or 15 years earlier, at the very least. It’s a little bit of the Harryhausen thing, sure, but it’s also the overall tone and feel of the film. It’s hard to explain, but it feels...old. TOO old.

Anyway, the group makes it to the mountains where the sisters live, and leave Ammon and Andromeda at the base, leaving just Perseus, Thallo, and the soldiers. Bubo’s coming along as well, and...yeah, the owl throws shit off. Especially as we meet the surprisingly accurate Greae (Flora Robson, Anna Manahan, and Freda Jackson).

The Greae, or Grey Sisters, or Stygian Witches as they’re called in the film, are three blind sisters who share a mystical eye, in the form of an orb. They’re pretty goddamn great, honestly. Perseus uses Bubo to steal the eye, in order to give Perseus leverage and get the answer he seeks.

His question is, in this case, how a mortal man can defeat the Kraken. They tell him that he can do so by optaining the head of Medusa, the Gorgon, whose gaze yaddayaddayadda. Additionally, her blood is deadly poisonous. Perseus gives back the eye, and they head back down to Ammon and Andromeda. At a fire, Ammon tells the myth of Medusa. Here, though, she was a priestess of Aphrodite instead of Athena, and was...seduced...by Poseidon. Whoof. To be fair, the whole “raped by Poseidon” thing is a relatively recent revelation in scholarly circles, and to be even more fair...they probably couldn’t mention that shit in a movie for all audiences, especially in 1981.

Andromeda’s put off by the story of the dangerous Medusa, and worries greatly for Perseus. He tells her to stay behind, but she continues to insist on going with him. She goes to sleep, and wakes up to only Ammon, as Perseus has left her behind for her own safety.

Perseus and the soldiers make it to the shore, where Medusa’s lair lies on the “Isle of the Dead”. Said island is in...the River Styx...and to get there, you have to pay the ferryman...CharonOK LOOK.

MEDUSA DOES NOT LIVE IN THE UNDERWORLD, OK? She lived on an island either off of the Aegean Coast, or in Libya, for god’s sakes. She was NOT dead, she was cursed. And Charon WOULD NOT BE THERE, because the River Styx in in the GODDAMN UNDERWORLD. This is wrong on...so many goddamn levels. What’s next, is Cerberus gonna be here for some goddamn reason? Yeah, right.

Well, Perseus and the men, with the aid of Charon, make it across, and onto the Island of the dead. They see many statues here, and Perseus tells them to use the mirrored sides of their shield if they are to encounter Medusa. However, they encounter...Cerberus’ brother.

...Huh. I mean, at least it isn’t Cerberus. No, this is Orthrus, an actual mythological two-headed dog, and actually Cerberus’ brother. Orthrus manages to take out one of the soldiers, leaving Perseus and two guys for backup. Perseus kills him, and they head into Medusa’s temple to take her out.

The atmosphere in the temple is admittedly eerie, as the group does their best to make it through alive and undetected. One guy goes down by arrow shot, though, and soon after that, we see where the arrow came from. And unfortunately for him, so does the other soldier, first hand.

Perseus uses the mirrored shield to distract Medusa, who actually does look pretty great. This is, by the way, the one thing from the reboot film that I think they did pretty well, honestly. And I see that they got many of Medusa’s flourishes specifically from this film. Neat! Anyway, Perseus bides his time, but he gets her. He slices of Medusa’s head, killing the snakewoman outright. He collects the head, but leaves the shield LIKE A DUMBASS. Said shield is dissolved by Medusa’s blood, and Perseus leaves the temple.

On the other shore, Perseus reconvenes with the men and Bubo, and puts the head in a bag. There, of course, Calibos arrives, even though Bubo is SUPPOSED to be the LOOKOUT, goddamn it. Calibos knocks the useless Bubo into the water, and goes to work. He stabs the head, causing it to leak blood droplets that turn into three gigantic scorpions. Um...sure. The scorpions kill the other soldiers, Thallo included. Well, damn. However, Perseus is now PISSED, and kills both the scorpions AND Calibos in revenge.

Afterwards, Perseus drinks from the river, injured and weak. Finally, Bubo climbs out, deciding to be of some use for once. Perseus tells him to find Pegasus, who’s still being held captive by Calibos’ men and the giant vulture. Bubo agrees, and flies off to their camp, where he chases off the men and vulture. Yeah. A tiny golden owl who was defeated by WATER just fought off 5 guys and a giant vulture. AND set the camp on fire, AND released Pegasus. Geez, Bubo, way to wait until the last goddamn second to be useful.

Meanwhile, in Joppa...well, thinks aren’t amazing in Joppa at the moment. Time’s up, and Andromeda’s death date is here. Perseus, head in tow and...no sword. He forgot it with Calibos, didn’t he? DAMMIT PERSEUS PICK UP YOUR SHIT. Anyway, he stumbles back to the amphitheatre in Joppa, where he collapses. In Olympus, Zeus observes all of this, and Thetis tells him that it’s time to kill Andromeda with the Kraken. He’s been surprisingly cool with all of this for...some reason, and tells Poseidon to release the Kraken to kill Andromeda. But he also revitalizes Perseus in the process.

Off the coast of Joppa, Poseidon watches as the Kraken is released. And, uh...I think the time has come. See, the Kraken is the film’s version of the monster Cetus, who I always saw as a monstrous sea serpent. The film however...

...He looks goofy. Sorry, I AM SORRY, but he looks silly to me. It’s not helped by his noodle arms and weird fish body, I guess, but dude looks silly to me. I’ll give the 2010 movie credit, that Kraken actually did look pretty goddamn terrifying.

Well, as planned, Perseus makes his way there on Pegasus (it’s weirdly drawn out, though), and with Bubo assisting him, whips out his secret weapon: the head of Medusa.

And bing bang boom, before you know it, the Kraken’s a stone statue, and falls apart into the sea. Andromeda’s saved, the Kraken is dead, and Joppa cheers! Perseus decides to lose yet one more weapon, and tosses Medusa’s head into the sea. He frees Andromeda, and the two finally get married after all of that.

In Olympus, Zeus triumphs, having won over with his nepotistic bullshit. The other gods fear what would happen if other heroes like Perseus were to appear, and if humans could one day learn to have imagination and tenacity like him. But Zeus brushes it off, and forbids the gods from ever going after Perseus again. He gives Perseus, Andromeda, Pegasus, and Cassiopeia (for some reason) constellations. Because, yeah, that’s the kind of thing Zeus does.

Because, even if mankind abandons the gods, stars will last forever, and the stories of Perseus will last until the end of time.

And that’s Clash of the Titans! I have thoughts! I have thoughts. See you in the Review.

#clash of the titans #clash of the titans 1981 #desmond davis #greek mythology #perseus #harry hamlin #andromeda #judi bowker #burgess meredith #maggie smith #laurence olivier #ray harryhausen #fantasy march #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #mygifs #my gifs

[rakumel]

Re: naming characters

At first I was just going to stick to OP’s directions and use the tags, but...I kinda want to write a bit about it too? In any case, after thinking it over, it seems like most of my character’s names fit into two categories.

The first category is characters whose names are simply words that sound like they could be a name, but aren’t. (Although if I use them as a name...I guess they are now?) For example, there’s Tragus, the Team Rocket grunt named after a part of the ear, which itself derives from a Greek word for male goat - which I didn’t know until after (story spoilers) so that amused me greatly.

Another example is Dr. Mertensia Grele, CEO of an ecological robotics company. Mertensia is a genus of wildflowers commonly called bluebells; I got that from looking up plants that were native to tundra regions. It caught my eye both because the flower was lovely, and the word mertensia looks very similar to old-fashioned names such as Hortense, Prudence, or Drucilla. Grele is simply the French word for hail, which I got from looking up different words for ice.

The second category consists of characters who are named after a person or another character who shares some aspect of their personality, even if it’s just a minor one. This often happens with characters of mine who are still in the early stages of development, or whose personality is difficult to define or pin down for some reason.

A good example of this category is Auron, one of my Pokemon trainer characters. Those of you who’ve played Final Fantasy 10 will recognize that name immediately. Both characters have a serious demeanor (though my Auron steers more toward snarky territory). Both of them question and frequently challenge what is considered socially acceptable. The similarities pretty much end there, though; certainly they look nothing alike. If the story he was in ever got further than the planning stage, I might worry about altering my guy’s name a bit to avoid confusion. But right now? Nah.

One of my Sailor Moon fan characters has a name that’s a long reach reference! Sailor Eris’ real name is Alicia Rappaccini. The last name came from a short story I had to read in high school: Rappaccini’s Daughter by Nathaniel Hawthorne (which seems to be based on an even older story from India, if Wikipedia is right). It seemed fitting because Eris’ “element”, what all her attacks are based around, is poison.

Every once in a while I’ll have a character whose name falls into both categories. Another Pokemon trainer character, full name Sophie Bellemere, is one of these. Her first name comes from a neighbor I had growing up; her last name came from two words meaning “beautiful” and “sea.”

For both categories, I tend to gravitate towards unusual or uncommon names that still sound pleasing, at least to me. I don’t tend to use baby naming websites unless I’m really hard pressed for ideas; mainly because they’re plastered with ads and obnoxious-looking, but also because I’m never really sure how accurate the “meanings” of the names listed are. Especially when it comes to names that fall outside WASP-y territory. I also don’t particularly like using wacky thing-names, like Stapler or Traffic Cone, unless they’re in a slapstick comedy or something. (Though I have to admit The Adventures of Max Stapler sounds like it should be a thing, for some reason.)

The most important thing, however, is that the name fits. And I’ll be honest here: I have no idea what specifically makes a name “click into place” for me. I couldn’t tell you why this name and not another, other than it just...fits. This is who they are, that is their name. I’m also very particular when it comes to choosing a name; I will look up several words and “try on” several names over the course of many days before selecting one.

#rakudrawsstuff #not a drawing I just want to be able to find this again #for some reason

[strangerivy]

The Beginning - Seventeen

Summary:  The pieces begin to fall in place at discovering the alpha's identity but just as things seemed to make since, the alpha finds them instead and all hope of Kacy staying hidden from him is gone. Warnings: Swearing | Violent Depictions Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff | Angst Word Count: 3.4k Author’s Note: Let me know what you guys think!

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I was walking to my locker when Stiles came running towards me sliding to a stop, I raised an eyebrow in question going to unlock my locker.

“In a hurry?” I asked with a smirk, he let out a heavy breath trying to catch his breath leaning up against the lockers.

“Come on, we got to go.” He said taking my books and shoving them messily in my locker, I frown going to try and fix it, but he smacked my hands away.

“Stiles!” I pouted as he shut the locker spinning the lock

“We. Got. To. Go.” He said enunciating each word, I shot him an annoyed glare as he took hold of my hand rushing me out of the school and over to my bike so I could put it in the back of the Jeep. He went and got the Jeep started as I loaded the bike in. I shut the trunk and went and got in on the passenger seat with a loud huff to show my annoyance, but he remained oblivious. This, of course, did not surprise me.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked as we drove out of the parking lot headed towards his house. He remained silent as he drove, I fold my arms leaning against the door. “Stiles!”

“Huh?” Stiles jumped from my sudden shout and he glances over at me seeing my unamused expression, “Oh right! I told Derek to meet me at my house,”

“You what!” He held up a hand

“Easy, easy, I have a plan,” He reassured, I relaxed moving to sit forward now looking out the window as the trees and houses passed us by.

“What is your plan, exactly?” I asked turning my head now with narrowed eyes to him, the corner of his mouth twitch rising into a smirk.

“I happen to know someone who has a history of tracing phone numbers,” He puffed out his chest all proudly and I respond with raise of an eyebrow waiting for him to go on. He let out a disappointed sigh, “You could act a bit more enthused; you know. Makes it more exciting,” I had to hold back a snort covering my mouth hiding the small smile I had.

“Believe me,” I removed my hand away from my mouth, “I’m just dying with curiosity,” I joked

“Now THAT is what I want to hear,” He hit the steering wheel in excitement and I let out a small chuckle shaking my head “Okay so, you know Danny?”

“Danny from the team?” I asked as his house came into view

“Yes,” He nodded confirming “I’m going to usederekagainsthimtotraceatext,” he spoke the last part so quickly I was barely able to pick it up, but I was able to get enough to understand his plan. My mouth dropped and I quickly closed it with a frown.

“Stiles that’s-”

“Genus? Brilliant? The best plan in-”

“Well, I was going to diabolical,”

He frowned as we pulled into his driveway, “But it will probably work,” I finished. His hands shot into the air in victory and I let out a laugh getting out of the jeep grabbing my backpack from the floorboard. I walked around the jeep and waited for him to get out.

“What text are you having him trace?” I asked once he was out and we started walking towards his house

“Remember the night at school?” He asked

“I try not to,” I answered plainly a brief memory of that night ran through my head and I quickly shook it away.

“Right, but remember how Allison said she got a text from Scott?” My eyes went wide, and I quickly looked at him as I caught on. “Exactly,” He smirked opening his front door we went up the stairs into his room walking over to the computer.

“Hey, Stiles!” His dad shouted we both turned around and our eyes went wide because standing in the corner was Derek Hale. I felt the blood drain from my face as I quickly looked over at Stiles who looked just as pale as I felt.

“Yo d-Derek…I-um…” He stuttered, Derek pointed to the door angrily as Mr. Stilinski was getting closer and I quickly moved shoving Stiles towards the door who grab the door closing it so his dad couldn’t see in.

“What’d you say?” I heard his dad ask

“What? I said ‘Yo…D-dad’” Stiles answered nervousness in his voice, I shook my head moving over to the bed and sitting down trying to act as casual as possible.

“uh Listen I’ve got something that I’ve got to take care of but um- I’m gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game,” His dad said, and I smiled softly to myself, Mr. Stilinski really loved his son.

“My first game. Gosh, great! Awesome. Uh… good.” Stiles said

“I’m really happy for you and I’m really proud of you.” His dad said, My eyes went wide as I felt a sneeze coming on, I looked up at Derek who tightened his lips shaking his head to not but I couldn’t help it, the sneeze coming out and I made a small Ah-choo noise.

“Kacy is that you?” Mr. Stilinski asked, I raced to the door poking my head next to Stiles giving a small wave.

“Hi! Mr. Stilinski,” I greeted with a warm smile, he smiled back with just as an awkward small wave back

“So they’re really going to let you play, right?” His dad asks, Stiles and I looked at each other both nodding before looking back at his dad

“Yeah, Dad. I’m first line.” He answered with a smile

“I’m very proud,” His dad beamed

“Me too,” Stiles said, his dad moved in to give him a hug and I backed up holding the door in place.

“See you both there,” His dad gave a small wave and we waved back

“Take it easy,” Stiles said, his dad noticed we were acting weird looking back at us giving us a curious look. Once he started down the stairs, we both let out a sigh, going back into the room. Once Stiles was in the room and the door was shut Derek grabbed him by the shirt pushing him up against the door.

“If you say one word-”

“Oh, what, you mean, like, ‘Hey dad, Derek hales in my room… bring your gun?’” Stiles said cutting him off Derek slowly loosened his grip, “yeah that’s right, if I’m harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules buddy,” Stiles hit Derek’s shoulder and Derek looked at the spot he hit before back at Stiles with a very I’ll-murder-you look.

“Oo-kay,” I went up pulling Derek back from Stiles “Why don’t we just simmer down,” Stiles walked past him going over to his desk sitting down.

“Is Scott going to get the necklace?” Derek asked once he sat down

“No. He’s still working on it. But there’s something else we can try.” Stiles suggested, Derek took a few steps forward, hands in his pockets he motioned them in a 'what' gesture, “The night we were trapped at the School, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.”

“So?” Derek asked confused not seeing what was weird about that

“So, you broke his phone just before, there’s no way he could have sent that text,” I answered

“Well can you find out who sent it?” Derek asked

“No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can,” Stiles turned around typing away on his computer, probably messaging Danny. About thirty minutes went by when a knock on the front door came, Stiles shot up from his chair going downstairs to greet who was at the door.

Stiles walked back into the room with Danny in tow, I smiled giving a small wave before going back to my homework on his bed. Derek sat in the chair next to me reading through a random book.

“So Danny,” Stiles started sitting in his desk chair “do you think you could trace a text for me?” Danny stared at him in disbelief

“You want me to do what?” He asked

“trace a text,” Stiles answered

“I came here to do lab work. That’s what lab partners do.” Danny stated

“And we will, once you trace the text,” Stiles said growing frustrated, I glanced up at Derek who was eyeing the pair turning a page of his exceptionally large book.

“And what makes you think I know how?’ Danny asked matter-of-factly

“I-I looked up your arrest report so..” Stiles admitted rubbing his head

“I- I was thirteen,” Danny explained, “They dropped the charges.”

“Whatever,” Stiles mumbled showing that he didn’t care and that he wasn’t judging him

“No!” Danny said firmly making me frown but continuing to stay focused on my homework, “We’re doing lab work.”

“Oh my-“ Stiles groaned frustratedly turning to the computer and Danny pulled over the stool sitting next to Stiles setting his backpack on the ground. Dany leaned over to see the computer screen but looked back over his shoulder at Derek who actually looked like he was reading the book he had.

“Who’s he again?” Danny asked Stiles quietly, Stiles looked back at Derek than over at Danny then glanced over at me

“um, my cousin…” Stiles answered taking a heavy breath “Miguel,” It took everything in me not to laugh, I bit my lip trying to hold back a grin. Derek glanced up shooting me a death glare but it only made it worse with how much it pissed him off. I held my book up higher hiding my face from Danny and Stiles.

“Is that blood on his shirt?” Danny asked, I glanced over my book at Stiles and he turned and looked at Derek seeing the bloodstains on the bottom of the shirt

“Yeah. Yes,” Stiles rubbed his head nervously coming up with some excuse, “He gets these horrible nose bleeds, hey Miguel,” Stiles said loudly turning to face Derek. Derek slowly lifted his head trying to seem slightly less annoyed than the fury that was raging through him. I let out a small snicker and quickly put a hand over my mouth to muffle the noise. “I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts,” Stiles spoke loudly as if Derek wasn’t able to hear what he was saying, he motioned with his eyes over to the dresser. Derek closed the book a little dramatically getting up from the chair taking off his shirt going over to the dresser.

“So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text so we should probably,” Stiles tried to convince Danny once again who I noticed was having a hard time concentrating on what Stiles was saying keeping glancing over at shirtless Derek’s back.

“Uh. Stiles?” Derek said Stiles and Danny turned to look at Derek who was holding one of Stiles shirts

“Yes?” Stiles asked

“This,” He held up the shirt “No fit,” He frowned stretching the shirt that there was no way it would fit

“Then try something else on,” Stiles said turning back to Danny who couldn’t see to pull his eyes away from Derek, “Sorry,” Stiles apologized for Derek’s interruption but quickly noticed Danny was still staring. Stiles's mouth dropped open looking between the two and Danny soon realized he was staring turning back to the screen.

Stiles turned back around as Derek was putting on a burnt orange and blue shirt that was clearly way too small still.

“Hey!” Stiles said with a smirk, “That one looks pretty good huh?” he asked turning to Danny who obviously knew what Stiles was up to. Stile smacked his arm pointing to Derek, “What do you think Danny?”

“Huh?” Danny asked looking back down at the screen clearly flustered, Derek stood next to the dresser with pierced lips and a very annoyed expression.

“The shirt?” Stiles asked Danny

“It’s- It’s not really his color,” Danny said with a gulp, I looked up at Derek with a smirk

“I would have to agree,” I smiled holding back a laugh, Derek pulled the shirt off again going for another one, Stiles mumbled something to Danny and I tuned them out for Danny’s sake. The poor guy was going through enough as is.

“Stiles!” Derek shouted in frustration, “None of these fit!” Danny looked at Derek with a gulp before turning to the computer.

“I’ll need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of the text,” Danny said reaching over to Stile for the computer, Stiles shot his arms up in victory as Danny typed, I sighed getting up from the bed walking over to Derek smacking his hand as he went for another shirt that wouldn’t fit.

“Let me help,” I grumbled digging around for a shirt that I knew would actually fit him as Danny and Stiles worked on the text.

“Ah-ha!” I said pulling the charcoal shirt that I knew would fit him, I shoved it into his arms before going over to Stiles placing a hand on his shoulder. He reached up giving it a squeeze. Danny and he had switched spots as Danny traced the text, Derek came and stood next to me as we waited.

Danny let out a sigh hitting the enter key, “There, the text was sent from a computer,” Danny said pointing to the screen, “This one.”

“Registered to that account name?” Derek asked as Stiles and I stared at the screen in disbelief.

“No, no, no, no,” Stiles said shaking his head “That can’t be right,” I gulped and back away,

“I need some water,” I muttered quickly leaving the room heading downstairs into the kitchen, I walked to the cabinet that held the glasses. I reached up to open the cabinet and noticed my handshaking. I pulled back holding my hand hold it close. Melissa McCall. There was no way. My mom couldn’t haven’t sent that text.

“Look I should get going, we have a game tonight,” I heard Danny say coming down the stairs

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you there,” Stiles said showing him out, I stood still hearing the door shut and not too soon after feeling Stiles's arms snaked around my waist. He kissed the side of my head holding me close to him, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“We’re going to get to the bottom of this,” He tried to reassure quietly, I nodded my head knowing he was right.

“I know,” I said turning in his grasp, he lifts his head off my shoulder as I turned, and I rest my forehead against his. Derek came down the stairs with his leather jacket on once again

“Come on, we got to go to the hospital,” He demanded, Stiles stepped back taking hold of my hand leading me out to the Jeep, he helped me into the back as Derek got into the passenger seat. It was now dark out and it was getting close to the game. There was no way we were going to make it.

We headed to the hospital no one in the car speaking. We pulled into the parking lot and parked right in front. Stiles's phone started going off and I was able to catch Scott's name on the screen as he answered it putting it to his ear.

“Hey what's up?” He said he pulled the phone away from his face opening up the message. “Yeah, I did” He answered to Scott “And it looks just like the drawing.”

I leaned back in my seat waiting for him to finish up the conversation. Derek grabbed Stiles's wrist pulling the phone towards him but Stiles was still holding onto the phone.

“Hey is there something on the back of it?” Derek asked into the receiver “There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something.”

“No, no the things flat and no it doesn’t open. There’s nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And, where are you? You’re supposed to be here, your first line!” Scott shouted through the phone, Stiles rubbed his face in frustration, I reached up grabbing his shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I know!” He shouted into the phone hitting the steering wheel a little, he let out a sad sigh, “look, if you see my dad, can you tell him – tell him I’ll be there, I’ll just be a little late.” He thanked Scott before hanging up the phone.

“You’re not going to make it,” Derek said to him, I glared over at Derek

“I know,” Stiles said

“And you didn’t tell him about his mom, either.” Derek went on

“He doesn’t need to know,” I said staring at the hospital sign, “At least not yet.”

“Yeah, not till we find out the truth,” Stiles added

“By the way, one more thing.” Derek reached over and slammed Stiles's head into the steering wheel I let out an unintentional growl glaring over at Derek.

“Oh, god!” Stiles groaned as he leaned back holding his head, “What the hell was—”

“You know exactly what that was for,” Derek yelled pointing over at Stiles “Go,” Stiles and I didn’t move. Derek looked at both of us. “Go!” He shouted this time. Stiles opened the car door and helped me out of the back. I reach up touching his head.

“You okay?” I asked quietly as we walked to the hospital doors

“Yeah,” He groaned blinking a few times with his face scrunched up trying to adjust. We walked into the hospital and it was empty. Stiles picked up his phone dialing a number.

“She’s not here,” He said into the receiver “Look yeah, I said I can’t find her,” we walked down the hall looking into open doors, we turned down another hall and looked into the room that used to have Derek’s uncle but it was empty.

“Yeah, well he’s not he either,” Stiles said into the phone my eyes went wide, “He’s not here, he’s gone, Derek.” I grabbed hold of Stiles jacket pulling it feeling a lump in my throat as the pieces began to fall together.

“We need to go,” I whispered but Stiles didn’t hear me, I could hear Derek yelling through the phone telling us to get out as Stiles slowly lowered the phone as the situation grew dangerous. We backed out of the door and I jumped grabbing hold of Stiles arm.

Derek’s uncle was standing there ominously at the end of the hall only a few feet from us with a small smile.

“You must be Stiles,” He said with a charming grin before looking over at me the smile growing, “And you must be my little mistake, you’ve eluded me quite well,” I swallowed pulling Stiles back as I took a small cautious step back.

We turned going to rush getting out of her but as soon as we turned the nurse that was caring for Derek’s uncle was in our way with a sick look in her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” She asked frowning “Visiting hours are over,”

Stiles rubbed his head as more of the pieces came together. “Oh my god, we are going to die,” I let out a low growl as my eyes flashed yellow but before I could do anything Derek came out of nowhere knocking the nurse out with his elbow.

“That’s not nice.” Derek’s uncle said, “she’s my nurse,”

“Get out of here,” Derek told us and we wasted no time as we took off down the hall hiding behind the nurse's station. Derek was tossed back suddenly down the hall and I grabbed ahold of Stiles coat pulling him towards the exit.

“We need to go,” I said, and he nodded in agreement. We ran to the jeep getting into the car quickly slamming the doors shut. He started the jeep quickly putting it into gear racing out of the parking lot.

“Where do we go?” He panicked, I swallowed trying to focus on calming down closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

“Scott’s at the school,” I said opening my eyes, he nodded at me reaching over taking a hold of my hand tightly

“You okay?” He asked concern written on his face. I gave a small smile nodding my head.

“I will be,” but honestly, nothing felt like it was going to be okay.

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