#yeah this took freakin forever

[monstersandbrothers]

back to you // flower face

#yeah this took freakin forever #idek if it makes sense #this song is sooooo samdean though #so here u go #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #samdean #gencest #wincest #comparative #spn music

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie Munson. Love. Established relationship

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

“I cannot believe them.” Steve huffed out, hands resting on his hips as his foot tapped against the asphalt outside of the police station.

“You already said that,” Jonathan blanched, leaning back against the hood of his car while Argyle closely examined his own hands for whatever reason.

“Well, I can’t!” He snapped again and Eddie smirked, thoroughly amused with the situation. And worried.

He was also very worried.

Half an hour ago, he’d been in the trailer, eating mac and cheese straight from the pot when the phone rang.

It was Hopper. Specifically, Chief Hopper. As in, on duty, Chief Hopper. Eddie had immediately jumped into a monologue about how he hadn’t done anything and even if he did, Hopper had no proof of it but Hopper wasn’t calling to tell Eddie he had six cop cars in route.

He was calling to tell Eddie to come pick up his girlfriend, who had gotten into a bar brawl.

He’d raced the fuck over and was surprised to see the other guys pull up as well, though he probably shouldn’t have given the fact you’d gone out with Robin, Nancy and Eden.

What the fuck kind of trouble could that roster have gotten into???

Enough to warrant being taken to the police station.

Hopper had informed him you’d all be getting warnings, leeway you all got most definitely just because he was now Jonathan’s stepdad.

“It can’t have been that bad,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve froze in his irritable mom-pose and slowly turned to face him.

“Can’t have been that bad—WE’RE AT THE POLICE STATION!”

“Would you rather it be a courtroom?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. He pitied Buckley for the scolding she’d no doubt get from Steve on their drive home.

“I’d rather not have to pick her up from anywhere other than her house or work!”

“Calm down, Mother Hen. It was probably nothing,”

It was definitely something. 

The doors to the station opened, Nancy was the first out with Robin trailing her, you following Robin and Eden on your heels.

You all looked like you had definitely been involved in a fight, clothes rumpled and torn, hair a mess and Nancy sported a bloody lower lip. She started crying the moment she was in Jonathan’s arms, but he didn’t think it was because of her lip or even the fight, Nancy was just a very emotional drunk and her staggering was an obvious sign of intoxication.

You skipped right over to him and Eddie knew you were drunk, too.

“Hi, baby! I missed ya!” You sang as you slipped your arms around his waist to press yourself up against him for a hug, side of your face resting against his chest.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders, gently trying to pry you away from him so he could look you over for injuries but you refused to release your hold. The most he could do was get you to crane back a little so you could look at him.

“Neva’ betta’. Why?” You asked, cocking your head and beaming up at him.

Eddie’s face broke out into a grin. 

“Because a little birdy told me you were in a scrap.”

You were about to reply before the sound of Steve and Robin arguing with each other distracted you and you turned your head to watch them.

Eddie had to physically turn it back, and he was laughing as he did.

“C’mon, buttercup, I need you to stay with me, yeah?”

He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, dipping his head to the side to catch your stare and you went back to beaming at him, eyes crinkled.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

Fuck, you were so cute.

“That’s not really what I meant, baby, but I had no plans on letting you go. What happened tonight?”

You scoffed, arms dropping to your sides as you took a couple of steps back and glared at nothing.

“You wouldn’t freakin’ believe it, babe! Me and my girls,” You gestured to Nancy who was being coddled by Jonathan, Robin who was now scolding Steve, and Eden who was high-fiving Argyle, “were out having fun, getting sloshed—I had so many midori sours, baby, so many and my throw up is gonna be green—when alluvasudden Carol fuckin’ Perkins and her group of raggedy bitches comes up to us.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. He knew just how much you despised Carol. You two hadn’t been exactly friendly back in high school.

“And I’m like ‘oh wow, Carol, I was actually hoping to never fucking see you again.’ But she wasn’t there for me, babe. She was there ‘cause of Robin.” You leaned in to whisper the last sentence to him.

“I din’t even fuckin’ know it—but I should’ve ‘cause like the resemblance is there, isn’t it? Like they look kind of like each other, you know?”

“No, baby. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But Eddie was thoroughly invested in the drama, shifting his position to lean up against the van.

“Oh, yeah!” You laughed, amused that you knew and he didn’t. “Carol is Vickie’s cousin.”

Eddie’s eyes widened comically, sending you into a fit of giggles.

Vickie was Robin’s ex….something. Towards the end of senior year, Vickie had broken up with her long time boyfriend. On the rebound, looking for some attention to prove she was still wanted as most do after a breakup, she’d entertained Robin’s infatuation with her. 

They were always together, never affectionate in public, for obvious reasons, though Robin implied they were something. Then, it stopped. Vickie and her boyfriend got back together and she never even gave Robin proper closure, just stopped talking to her, stopped taking her phone calls and obviously avoided her.

It had been an unfortunate situation, the entire group pulled together to cheer Robin up but she got over it, met another girl, and they were an official couple. Girlfriend and girlfriend. She was away for a family thing and Robin couldn’t get the time off, which is why the girls had all gone out for a night to distract her.

“Carol is Vickie’s cousin!?” He whispered back in disbelief, hand flying over his mouth.

“Yeah!”

“So where does the fighting come in—is that blood?!” Eddie nearly had a heart attack as he noticed the red splatter on the front of your shirt. He hadn’t seen it earlier because you’d been glued to him.

You glanced down, taking the hem of your shirt in your hands to flare it out so you could see it better, “Oh, yeah! ‘S not mine, though. ‘S Carol’s. She told Robin people like her weren’t allowed in the bar, so I punched her a couple times and her friends started fighting us but we kicked their asses, baby!”

Eddie stared at you, eyes clouded with adoration and awe. 

You’d been dating for a while now, and every single damn day Eddie thought he found another thing he loved about you. Every. Single. Day.

And right then, in that moment, Eddie was finally able to express what he’d been thinking, feeling for the last couple of months. It wasn’t really the things you did that he loved about you. Eddie just loved you.

He needed you to know.

“I am so in love with you,” He breathed out, hands reaching out to latch onto your waist and draw you back into him. 

He was about to go on his spew about how you didn’t have to say it back and he just wanted you to know but you caught him by surprise, took the breath right out of him.

“I love you, too, Eds. Can we go home now? I’m hungry.”

Eddie blinked, knees weak.

“Baby, I don’t think you know what I’m sayi—“

“You said you love me and I love you, too. I’m drunk, baby, I can still hear you.” You sagged into him, head craned up to give him those eyes of yours.

“You love me?” He whispered, hand moving to tenderly cup the back of your head.

“Mhm.” You nodded, leaning up on your toes as Eddie met you halfway in a passionate kiss. He was about to tease your mouth open with his tongue when Hopper pushed his way out of the station.

“HEY! KNOCK IT OFF! GO HOME!”

Eddie laughed against your mouth as you pouted before he pulled away and ushered you into the van. Once you were buckled, he headed around to the driver’s side and took note of how meek Steve looked as he got into the driver’s seat of his own car. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think it was Steve who got into trouble with the law, and Robin picking him up from the station.

Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and Eden were long gone.

You were fiddling with the radio when he hopped in.

“It’s not working,” you frowned, continuing to press buttons.

“Sweetheart, the car’s not on.” 

“Oh.”

Eddie loved you so much.

#vivi's baby blurbs #this was a little longer than a baby one but it was so fun to write #eddie munson x reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fanfic

[waywardxwords]

Home

Summary: All you wanted was a place to call home with Dean. You envisioned a home in the mountains with spectacular views, a wrap-around porch with a swing and somewhere you could build a life. (I guess this could be classified as AU, as this takes place after Season 15 and [SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED SPN] Dean is still alive, clearly, in this story lol)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, lots of fluff!

A/N: This was meant to be Day 7 of the #flufftober (@flufftober) challenge - thanks to the flu taking over my household for the last week, I've fallen off the posting wagon a bit. The prompt was: Porch Swing. I hope you enjoy!

There was an overwhelming chill to the bunker—more so than usual. A shudder fell over you as your sock covered toes padded towards the kitchen, the coolness cut through the wool. A frown pulled across your face in discomfort as you pulled your arms around your chest in hopes that you might find some warmth. 

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” his voice was extra raspy in the grogginess of the morning as you turned the corner into the kitchen. He took a pull from the steaming mug of coffee in his hand. 

“Ugh, Dean,” you grumbled as you searched for your own coffee mug. 

“Somebody’s chipper this morning,” he teased as his eyes moved over you. “You wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Yeah, the cold side,” as if on cue, your body shivered. Dean stood with a soft smile and made his way over to you in his gray t-shirt, black sweatpants and fluffy slippers. “See! It’s an icebox in here. You’re cold, too!” You pointed to his slippers, feeling validated as your body involuntarily shuddered once more. 

“Oh, please,” he cocked his head at you in a teasing manner. “Baby, I’m a freakin’ furnace.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips and wrapped you in his arms until you were firmly against his chest. His arms rubbed up and down your back, and you had to admit you did feel a little bit of warmth take over the cold. 

“Dean, this bunker is a dungeon,” your voice was hidden in the crook of his neck. 

“I know, I know,” he appeased, as this wasn’t the first time he had heard you complain about your living situation. 

“Sam and Eileen settled down in a house. I know it’s a sticky subject…” you pulled back just so you could see his face, your arms still wrapped around his lower back. 

He studied you for a moment before he spoke again. “I know, I hear you,” he sighed. “We won’t be in the bunker forever, I promise.”

You tried so hard not to roll your eyes, so you closed them instead. Take a breath, you told yourself; it’s not worth the fight. “I just…I just don’t understand why we can’t find a cute little cabin tucked away somewhere. A wrap-around porch, a swing that overlooks the mountains…I could make us sweet tea in the summer and apple cider in the fall.” 

“We will, baby. I promise,” he emphasized the last word. He moved his head down to drop another quick kiss on your lips. “How ‘bout you go get ready and we take a drive, hmm?” He proposed with a quick smack on your ass. 

“Dean,” you groaned, but you obliged as he pulled away from your embrace. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked as he reached for his mug and took another sip. “I promise.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you muttered. The chill of the bunker returned without his contact, much to your disappointment. “You’ve been making a lot of promises, Dean Winchester.”

“All of which I fully intend to keep, if you just hurry the hell up,” you tried to escape him as he poked at your side. You shuffled down the hall of the bunker, cursing every step as you tried to find warmth. 

It wasn’t much warmer outside the bunker on this October morning, but the sunshine brought a much needed warmth as you sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. 

“You wanna tell me where we’re going?” You glanced at the man in the driver’s seat. The rising sun set him in a yellowish-orange glow that made your heart swell. A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced between you and the open Kansas road. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “It’s gonna be a little bit of a drive.” You chewed at the inside of your lip in thought. 

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Can you tell me how long of a drive?” Surprises weren’t your thing, and Dean knew that. 

He couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled in his chest as he shook his head but reached down in the car door for his phone. After a quick glance, and with the utmost certainty you couldn’t see his screen, he slid it back in the door. “About six and a half hours, give or take,” he glanced back at you with a smirk when he noticed the way your thoughts overtook the features across your face. 

“Six and a half hours?! Dean! Where the heck are we going?” Your voice had risen as you turned to stare at the man you had to remind yourself you loved in that moment. “I didn’t pack anything! I can’t imagine you’re gonna drive us there and back in one day…” your voice trailed off as you contemplated once more how much you hated surprises. 

“Alright, take a breath,” Dean grumbled but reached across the bench seat and placed a calming hand on your knee. You found his gaze once more. “I’ve got it covered, alright? You trust me?”

You did as he said and took a breath before you nodded. “I trust you.”

He nodded as well. “Good, now sit back and relax.” He reached for your hand and brought it to his lips lovingly, his stubble tickled your skin. 

You waited a moment, before you continued. “Can I ask you something? Since we have six and a half hours, and all…” you gave him a look.

He chuckled but nodded. “Shoot,” he encouraged.

“Why the bunker?” The question was simple, but you weren’t sure if you had asked it the right way. It was a thought that had played over and over in your brain as time had gone on. You had moved into the bunker, at Dean’s request, almost three years ago now. Sam had left almost a year ago to move into a home with Eileen. They were planning their wedding, and living a mostly normal life.

“Why do we live in the bunker?” He asked as he glanced at you for confirmation. You nodded, and he took a moment (or three) to contemplate the answer. He kept his eyes on the road as he continued. You were ready for him to give some sarcastic response or change the subject entirely, but to your surprise, he didn’t. “As long as I can remember, we’ve been on the road. After the fire…after mom–we were on the move.” You knew all of this already, but you didn’t interrupt him because it felt important. “I never really told anyone this, well–except Sam–but I always wanted a place to call home, you know? My own room, my own space, my own bed,” he cleared his throat, but continued. “When we found the bunker, it became that for me. I know it’s cold, and dark, and not exactly homey. But it became home.” He finally glanced to look at you. You stayed silent for a minute, but when he didn’t continue, you reached for his hand again.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I’ve been a jerk about the bunker. I know it’s home to you, and I’m sorry. I’m not trying to force you into something you don’t wanna do,” your gaze fell a bit.

“No, no,” he gave your hand a squeeze. “I do want to settle down. I want us to have our own place that isn’t damp and musty, and preferably doesn’t have concrete floors.” He gave you a small smile. “I just wanted to explain why it’s been hard for me to let go.”

“I get that,” you replied softly. “I support you a hundred percent. I won’t ask about it again, promise…Scout’s honor,” you held up three fingers with a smirk–the Girl Scout’s sign.

He chuckled and shook his head, but brought your hand back up to his lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” you smiled. You leaned towards him and planted a kiss against his stubble-covered cheek.

It was late afternoon by the time you were climbing the rolling hills of Missouri. Based on the time and how long you had been driving, you were officially intrigued. You turned to Dean with an inquisitive look, “The Ozarks?” You asked him.

A smile pulled at his lips but he kept his eyes on the road. “The Ozarks,” he repeated simply.

“Are we…are we staying in the Ozarks? Is this a vacation?” Hope bubbled in your chest. Dean wasn’t really the vacationing type. A vacation to Dean was going to Vegas, which you loved, but it was loud and dirty and exhausting–the complete opposite of what you’d call a relaxing getaway.

“Not exactly,” he responded simply. Huh. That didn’t give you much to go on. But you tried not to focus on your curiosity. This was important to Dean, whatever it was exactly. So instead, you tried to be calm, cool and collected.

The Impala took a few more turns before it pulled onto, what looked like, a private drive on the side of a hill. The old dirt road looked like it hadn’t been traveled in a while. Your eyes watched out the window at all of the incredibly tall trees and nature–it was so quiet and peaceful. The car slowed and you looked back out the windshield to spot a small log cabin tucked in the woods. It was absolutely beautiful and quaint. You silently prayed this wasn’t some job Dean had stumbled upon and decided to pick up, or that you weren’t visiting some long lost friend of his. The idea of spending a night in this quaint cabin with the man you loved sent the best kind of shivers up your spine (not the cold, musty bunker kind).

“Dean…” you breathed just as he slid the car into park. He was turned to you, a smile etched across his features.

“Let’s check it out,” he didn’t hesitate to open his car door, so you did the same. The air was cool up here, but it was a chill you didn’t mind. It was so fresh and almost freeing. There was a silence only interrupted by birds chirping and crickets starting to come out in the early evening hour. 

Dean came to your side and extended his hand for you to take. You followed his lead as he walked towards the steps that led up to the wrap-around porch. As you reached the top, you noticed a porch swing that looked hand crafted in the most beautiful way. You ran your hand over the smooth wood and felt your heart flutter. 

“Where are we?” You looked back at Dean—your heart hoped for a specific answer, but your brain reminded you to remain cautiously optimistic. Dean knew you hated surprises, and this would be a big one. 

“The Ozarks,” he smiled a cheesy grin, which made you roll your eyes yet again. He chuckled as he took a seat on the swing, and you followed suit next to him. When you did, you realized this swing faced the most amazing view of the rolling hills; you had never seen anything like it. It felt like you were in a postcard. 

“I’ve gathered that,” you muttered. “What is this place?”

“Well, I’ve uh, I’ve been looking,” he spoke slowly at first as you continued to admire the view. When you turned to look at him, you realized he was just watching you. “And I felt like this place checked all your boxes…”

You felt like your heart was in your throat. The familiar feeling of hopeful tears stung at your eyes, and you wanted to kick yourself for feeling emotional. “Dean, are you saying…” you couldn’t find the words and you were worried if you kept talking, your voice might crack. 

“If you love it, this could be home,” he spoke softly and his eyes watched you carefully. 

“Yes!” You couldn’t help the enthusiasm as you practically threw yourself at him, your arms tangled around his neck and the swing shifted with your weight on his lap. “God, yes!”

His laughter rumbled against your chest as you pressed against him. “You haven’t even seen inside yet,” he chuckled. You pulled back and pulled his face to yours for a kiss. Your thumbs smoothed against his stubble as your eyes danced between his. 

“It’s perfect, Dean,” you whispered as you brought your lips to his once more. “Do you love it? I’m sorry, I got so excited and I wanna make sure you love it, I don’t want you to do this just because of me…”

“I love it,” he cut off your rambling. 

“I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know you have a soft spot for the bunker and that it’s your home,” your fingers instinctively found the hair at the nape of his neck where you played and twirled with the short strands there. 

“Home,” he started as he brought his hand up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze found your eyes again before his hand gently cupped your cheek as he continued, “is wherever you are.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little slice of fluff :)

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[highwayorgantrade]

Art History

Pairing: (cis)fem!reader x Carlisle Cullen

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing, the most mild nsfw (basically intense kissing and references to sex), minor choking, general tomfoolery.

Summary: A certain doctor helps you find resources for your college art history class.

Spotify Playlist: Art History

A/N: Aaah okay my first fic on this blog!! I'm so excited to get back into writing, especially with my favorite characters and people. Also, I'm sorry, I love Esmé as much as everyone else does, she does not exist here and Carlisle is the Ultimate Single Father™. And God, I did not expect it to be this long!!

The way that you met the Cullens was, at best, not ideal. A broken down car here, the offer of a ride there. It wasn't a bad thing - the friendship you had with the family had lasted all through high school up to a local community college.

When they told you the truth about who they were, what they were, you thought it was a joke.

"Yeah, very funny. Halloween isn't for another two months, and you can't all go as vampires, that would be so stupid." You snorted, returning to the homework that was scattered on the dining room table.

"(Y/N)... Think about it." Alice placed her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to listen.How are you just now noticing her hands are so cold? "Have you ever seen any of us eat? Go into the sun?"

You didn't want to think about it, you knew they would never lie to you like this. It's too insane to be a lie. But didn't they lie and pretend like they were human? It was just all too confusing, so naturally, it took you a few days before you starting going around their house again. They answered all your questions, even when you decided to punish them all a bit for not telling you sooner.

"So, have you ever thought about the ecological damage you might be doing with all the hunting?" You had been interrogating them for hours, but honestly? They were grateful. Grateful that you didn't run off and tell the entire town, or worse, flee from Forks and lose you forever.

"Honestly, we all have different preferences." Emmett replied cooly, as if you were chatting about movies. "I prefer some of the bigger stuff: Bears, wildcats. It's mostly deer, though."

"Never people." Carlisle confirms with a smile, and you almost immediately regret giving him a chance to speak. Before their confession, the pounding of your heart was a fun secret, a dream you knew would never come true. The scenarios have run through your head all the time, anytime you looked at him. And those rare moments where you felt brave enough to make eye contact? But now, you knew that it was basically a public confession. You never talked about it. The Cullens never did, either.

"I know one of you has to know something about the Reliquary of Sainte Foy." You sighed, dropping your bag at your feet.

"Please, (y/n), come in." Edward quipped from the living room.

"I mean, this whole thing makes no sense!" You continued, thinking back to every single time you've used Edward to complain. "First, she starts off the semester with the Renaissance, then goes to modern minimalism, then back to freakin' Jesus times?"

"You know," Alice strode in, reading over the same paper, "When I have questions about art history, I usually ask Carlisle." She leaned against the counter. "He's the oldest of us." The look her and Edward shared were lost to you, as you already began to think of excuses as to why you shouldn't be alone in a room with him. The fear of looking and sounding stupid overcame the desire to just do anything with him. The desire to mess up that stupidly perfect hair of his, or his cold hands roughly wrapping around your-.

No. Absolutely not.

"Ah, no! I wouldn't want to bother him. He's probably super busy, with all of his... doctoring stuff-"

"Nonsense." Edward smiled. "He would be overjoyed to help."

"Edward, seriously, don't-" You pleaded, but it was too late. Carlisle's name echoed throughout the house, but it felt like a death bell.

"I hope you find your answers!" Alice quickly took her exit out the front door, with Edward following right behind her, with a polite "Excuse me."

"(Y/N)!" He greeted you fondly, noticing Edward and Alice's backs as they walked deeper into the forest that surrounded the house. "Didn't Edward call for me?" He was watching them, but you were watching how he saw you and immediately smiled, and the way his arms flexed on the table.

Stop.

"Yeah, he did. They insisted that you could help me with art history, but this is old, old crap, and like, yeah, you're old, but you're not that old, so it's not really..." He began to smile again. "Super important." You finished, suddenly very aware of how you were standing. And how your hand rested so close to his. And how hot your face suddenly got.

"Well, what is it you need my help with?" He took your assignment paper. "The Reliquary of Sainte Foy. Around what time was that?" He looked back at you.

"Uh, the- Jesus times. Like upper double digits for the year. Which, I mean, I don't know when you were born, but I don't think you're that old, I mean you're still fun and pretty cool." God, why couldn't you just stop talking!

"Come on." He turned his back, taking your picking up your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "I think I have something in my office."

His office? He's taking you to his office? You've been inside of it before, but it wasn't just him and you, it was him and his kids. Just keep reminding yourself: You are his children's friend. You're friends with every single one of this man's children. You're probably not even on his radar! A (publicly) mid-30 year old local surgeon, and men that looked like him in this part of Washington was rare. And to be going after a college student? Pull it together.

The steely resolve quickly crumbled as he held the door open for you to walk past him, and if you had any doubts he could hear your heart before, they were absolutely gone. You could hear your pounding heart in your head. The office was gorgeous, a few lamps and some candles gave the dark office a warm glow, and you could see he had been actively working on... something?

"I'm so sorry, did I interrupt something?" You glanced at the papers on his desk.

"Oh, no, I was just going over some old files. You could never interrupt me."

Oh.

"Now." He began scanning a section of his large bookshelves. "I unfortunately was not born in 'Jesus times,' but I was born in 1640, and my father was an Anglican priest, so I might have something about early Christian relics." He finally pulled a large dark blue book from the shelf and handed it to you. "What about The Book of Sainte Foy? Written in 1010 A.D. and translated in 1995."

"Yes, please, that would be amazing." You replied quickly, eager to spend as little time in this room as possible.

"(Y/N), you seem stressed. If college is getting to be too much, you could always take a break." His eyebrows knit together and set the book on his desk. Your eyes followed his hand and you swallowed. This cannot be happening.

"Uh, no, it's not college! College is fine. It's just... other stuff." Your hands clasped together to try and ease some of your nerves.

"Well, (Y/N), if it's something more personal, you know you can always talk to me. I've enjoyed having you around and I hate to see you upset." You knew he was trying to ease information out of you, but his words just made it harder.

"Carlisle, I-" Oh god. No. Stop talking. His hand came to rest on your upper arm, his icy hand almost burning your hot skin. You've imagined this so many times "It's you!"

Wait. No! Keep talking! The look of slight shock and confusion on his face combined with the gentle grip he had on your arm had wiped your brain of whatever you were going to say. His hand relaxed and fell back to his side.

"Me? (Y/N), did I make you uncomfortable?" His voice was soft, but serious. Fix this, now!

"No! Well, sort of. But no! Just... listen." You rubbed the back of your neck, shifting your weight between your legs. He leaned back against his desk and looked at you.

This was going to be hard.

"It's just... You make me nervous because you know, you're like a genetically modified beauty of a human being. I mean, have you seen yourself? Actually seen yourself?"

Carlisle opened his mouth to respond but he couldn't get the words out before you continued.

"You are... gorgeous. And I know, Edward's complained to me about that whole 'Oh, our beauty just lures in innocent prey so we can destroy them,' thing, but you're just a... a genuinely beautiful person. You help people in need, you go to some extreme lengths to help people because why? Because you're a doctor and it's what you do, damn it! It's amazing. You're amazing." You took a breath, filling your lungs with all the words you've kept to yourself. "And I like your hands."

And you like his hands? That's what your confession is ending on? Okay, own it.

"You like my hands?" He questioned, biting back a smile. Of course that's what he focused on. "Tell me about my hands." He stood up off his desk and moved closer to you. You felt like the breath was being sucked out of your lungs as you tried to organize your thoughts.

"Well, they're..." His hand came up to your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone.

"Go on."

"I like the way they're..." In an effort to look anywhere else but his eyes, you glanced down to his chest. His face seemed to inch closer to yours as you searched for words you knew you wouldn't find. The hand on your face traveled to the back of your neck, and his other hand found the small of your back. Your hands rested on his biceps, your last attempt to try to cover up your attraction towards him.

"Tell me you want this." Carlisle whispered, pressing you closer to him, encouraged by your racing heart.

"I want this so bad." You admitted, and those were the words that broke the both of you. He pressed you against a bookshelf as his lips met yours, and the amount of passion coming from Carlisle was shocking. His thumb came around your neck to wrap around the front, and the simple weight of his hand caused you to moan in his mouth. He smiled into the kiss and your hands went to his hair, tugging as gently as you could.

"Jump." He whispered in between kisses. The faint taste of spearmint lingered, and you whined at the loss.

"What?" You pulled back and stared at him.

"Jump."

God, please let his vampire strength come in clutch. You wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands found the bottom of your thighs. He placed you on top of his desk, careful as to not disturb any documents or books, and pulled you in again. this time, there was something different. The kiss was more insistent, more demanding.

"More." He groaned, and slotted his head into the curve of your neck, biting gently, and kissing the same spots.

You had never seen Carlisle like this, never this... out of control.

"So, when is this paper due?" He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. He walked back to the door of his office, laying his hand on the doorknob. You simply stared at him, still catching your breath. Did he seriously just ask that? Now? "Is it tonight?"

"No?"

"Good." He grinned at you, and turned the lock. "Because it's not getting done."

#twilight x reader #twilight imagine #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen imagine

[magical-wishies]

To love or not to love, that is the questio-

Ok whoops wrong reference. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I made a MV of the song "Darling Dance" by Kairiki Bear featuring my favourite little tricksters for the occasion!

I'd rather you go straight to Youtube to watch it because Tumblr always finds a way to cut the quality, lol.

Eng subtitles are available too!

Here it is! Hope you enjoy my pride and joy. Basically like a hopeful child but in video format. Reblogs are specially appreciated because Youtube sucks at promoting new channels!

This also acts as a behind-the-scenes post, so let's get straight into that, shall we?

MV Project 1 "Darling Dance"

Illustration time: 37 hours

Editing time: Approx. 30-35 hours

Total: 70 hours

*Cough* Holy freakin' moly does making an MV take so long. Before you roll off your bed, I'll say that part of the reason making the art took so long was because I have trouble drawing Marx consistently.

Here's some unused assets! Look at them, they're all salty over not making the cut.

In all seriousness though, a lot of times I don't really see a lot of editors/ MV makers getting appreciation for their efforts. And now that I've personally experienced making an MV for the first time, it's also increased my admiration to the people who dedicate their time to this! All the kudos to them.

Now, I'll go scene by scene then comment along the way! Spoilers ahead!

Verse 1

Pretty good for what it is. In the first image, you see that heart behind Magolor? I discovered the motion of it on complete accident lol. Capcut is hard to figure out..

I also really like the color palette of 2nd image. That art of Marx was the last one I did during production (aka I drew it this morning), and just look at him. He's such a bastard he's the best.

Pre Chorus 1

Mmmm yeah it sure is the pre chorus! I put a bar behind the text in the middle because I didn't want people to stare into their soulless eyes for too long. That probably worked!

1st Chorus

When I first added in the expression change, I fangirled over it a little on the first rewatch. Like, come on! They suddenly look mischievous, and the color change on the background! I know I drew it but still!

For the rest, I experimented a little with all the "Nah"s! I think it ended up well. Most of the lyric editing in this MV is completely original, so I had a couple of things to try out!

Verse 2

This song is horrifically outdated because it says Twitter instead of X!! (/sarcasm)

This scene is my second favourite. I'm really proud of the details on the tabs and the editing at the beginning! Wish I could put more images but the app only allows ten. Bummer.

Pre Chorus 2

I think it's cute, and I used it as my pfp on YouTube! That's about it though.. image limit is killing me I can't put anything here :(

Chorus 2

...Not gonna spoil it! I like how I drew them, but there ain't anything notable. Unless you look at the last image I put right before the bridge. :)

Bridge

This is where my editing comes in freakin' clutch. Ooooooh it's so satisfying to look at. Chef's kiss. Also those Marxs (Marxes?) are really cute.

The second part of the bridge is nice as well! I tried to make the lyrics snap to the rhythm. Glad I added that tv effect in the bg too!

Chorus 3

This scene is my favourite! Wanna know why?

This sequence right here. I think I will etch it into my brain forever... I love me some snappy editing. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot!

The second part of the chorus is like the original song's MV! I loved the hearts popping in and out whoever thought of that is a genius. Putting it into the MV was a good decision!

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy the MV as much as I enjoyed making it. And, stay tuned for next time! I have a feeling a certain jester is getting his own solo MV...

Feel free to leave your thoughts either in the Youtube comments section or here. See you around!

#kirby #magolor #marx kirby #marxolor #blood sweat and a lot of tears were put into this.. #curse me and my need of adding ribbons and pink to everything (/j) #i really do hope you all will like it though! all the best. #Youtube #flashing #cw flashing

[nikethestatue]

A Match Baked In Heaven

Part 1 Here

Part 2

Tighten Up

Azriel completely underestimated the length of time it would take him to get from the gym to Russell Square. 

He rode the Tube, his act of a ‘regular guy’ perfected over the years. Once in a while he caught confused glances of recognition, but because he knew how to act so disinterested, those who actually recognised him eventually averted their eyes, convinced that they were wrong and that he was not the Azriel Night.

After receiving a good deal of bollocking from Cassian last night, Azriel had signed the contract, and it was now sitting in his backpack. Cassian had made a fuss over Azriel’s ‘marriage proposal’ to the prissy Miss Duchess, calling him, among other things: unprofessional, dumb, a tosser, a wanker, and a caveman. Yeah, Azriel recognised that the ‘proposal’ was a stupid move on his part, but what was done was done. At least he spiced things up a bit for her. That was probably the one and only proposal she’d receive in her life anyway, considering her attitude.

In the end, he assured Cassian that he was going to be on his best behaviour and that he won’t tease her or argue with her. Cassian was doubtful, wanting to come along with Azriel to the meeting, but thankfully, he had other meetings scheduled and therefore, Azriel made the trip alone.

Because two could play that game, he hit up good ol’ Google last night, searching for info on Miss Priss. 

Elain Marie Paige Archeron, daughter of Sir Charles Archeron and his late wife Cressida. Middle child, with sisters Nesta and Feyre. He didn’t think she was much over 22, but apparently, she was 27. Graduated from the University of Bristol. Marigold seemed to have been her great-grandmother’s name, hence the name of the agency. There wasn’t much about Elain out there. A few photos of her with some pale redhead with an aristocratic face, whom Azriel immediately disliked. The bloke had the kind of expression like he was smelling a pile of shite at all times, or as if Pinky…no, Piglet, took a dump on his shoe. Azriel knew the type–proud, haughty, old-money, inherited everything, probably played polo with Prince William, and cards with Old Etonians. Azriel wasn’t sure if Elain was dating this wanker, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she did. Well, with her granddaddy the Duke and all…

He sighed and X-ed out of the search. It was too depressing. He didn’t even like Elain, and yet it annoyed him that that pale-faced prick could just expect a girl like her to be his. He didn’t even have to try. It was all set in stone for them from before they were born.

It was only 11:15 am and he was exiting the station. He was seriously early. 

Well, maybe she was in the office already and he could just get it over with earlier than planned. That would be nice. Once they were done with today, he hoped that he wouldn’t need to see her ever again. Or at least not for a while. 

Damn it was cold. It wasn’t pouring like it did yesterday, but it was damp and bone-chilling and grossly dreary. 

Why couldn’t he have signed with Barcelona or Real Madrid or even Juventus or something? Spending a decade or two in the sun, by the sea, drinking Aperol Spritzers or Sangria. What’s bad about that life? 

He sighed. A nice dream, but deep down he knew that he was forever a London boy. Born and raised, and he’d die here one day, in this damp and chill. He loved the fucking place. An East-sider through and through. Loved the grandeur and the poverty, the history and every freakin’ building in this city. He loved how it changed and grew and expanded, the old mixing with the new, all the extremes of its everyday life. The bustle, the hustle, the quiet, the refined. He loved the stately homes and the fugly estates which were little but cinder blocks. Loved the parks and the mighty river, the roar of football crowds and the anonymity of a pub. He loved it. And he wasn’t going anywhere. 

And now, this weird girl Elain was here, and she was going to find him a wife, and she was going to bind him even further to this city. 

As he passed by the side of the Firtzroy, he saw a blue plaque that stated:

 Emmeline Pankhurst, a political activist and leader of the suffrage movement and her daughters Sylvia, Christbel and Adela lived here

And now, he felt a strange connection to this blue plaque, to this quaint neighbourhood, because Elain lived here, and she was organically tied to this place. She was able to trace her presence here for multiple generations. She was tied to London just like he was. 

He went straight to Elain’s office and rang the bell. There was no response. He even peeked into the window, and saw that it was dark in there. Well that sucked because he had almost two hours to kill now. Great…

Shivering within his jacket, he stuck his hands as deeply in his pockets as he could and walked down the residential street. Yesterday, he noticed a few cafes and restaurants and shops around the British Museum and he decided to head that way. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he had time, so he’d have lunch.

Six minutes later, that plan went to shite, because he passed by a bakery and everything looked delicious. He had a pretty bad case of sweet tooth everyday, though he tried to keep himself in check during training and the playing season. But the golden meat pies in the display case whispered his name. He couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t like he was eating sugar. 10 minutes later, he was exiting the bakery with three pies in the bag. One, he devoured like an animal, before he even spotted a cafe to get a cup of tea. He didn’t like to share food, or wait to eat–his childhood programmed him to be stingy about it, and he couldn’t kick the habit even now, even with all his millions in the bank. 

He walked further, trying to stave off the cold, when he suddenly saw a familiar creature–a three legged pug. Pinky…no, Piglet–was trotting proudly, wearing a puffer vest and a stylish polka dot scarf. Some girl was walking him, and people stopped to admire him, some even snapping photos on their phone. That made Azriel smile. The dog walker was a slender tallish girl who wore Adidas skater shoes, slightly flared faded jeans, a plain jacket and a beanie, while being wrapped in a thick, long scarf.

Somehow, Pinky recognised or sensed Azriel’s presence and took off towards him, his three short legs pumping comically. The girl barely held onto the lead, and ran behind the dog.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, once Pinky…no, Piglet...began sniffing Azriel’s shoes and then craned its thick neck up, demanding loves and rubs with his sad buggy eyes. 

To Azriel’s utter shock, the girl in the faded pair of jeans and a thick scarf was no other than Elain Archeron.

“What the fuck?” Azriel gasped.

She ignored the language and stared at him in confusion,

“What are you…why are you here?”

Why was he here?

The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was impatient to see her and came early.

Somewhat aggressively, he turned it on her ‘weren’t we meeting at 11? It’s half past now!”

“No, one. We were meeting at one,” she argued. 

“I don’t think so,” he waved his hand.

“Well, you would be wrong,” she contradicted him.

Pinky finally lost his patience and tugged on Azriel’s pant with his teeth.

“Piglet!” Elain tried to pull him back, but Azriel squatted and finally scratched the back of the dog’s neck. 

“I guess I got my times mixed up,” Azriel finally conceded. 

“Where is Cassian?” Elain asked curiously, looking for his brother. 

At that, Azriel bristled and snapped, “I thought I was the client? Why do you need Cassian here?”

Elain shrugged and answered placidly, “I am just surprised that he isn’t standing behind you with a cattle prod, trying to push you into the office.”

At that, Azriel couldn’t help himself, and chuckled.

“Nah…” he shrugged, and smiled, and then shivered from the damn cold. “I am all yours to have your way with me. Brought the contract and all.”

She blushed a bit at his words, as she looked up at him and whispered, “You are weird.”

“Yeah well…”

Suddenly, she pulled off her massive scarf and then slowly draped it over his neck, wrapping it carefully around him and tying it off.

It was warm from her body, smelled faintly of jasmine and maybe vanilla and was soft as butter on his skin.

“What’s this for?” he finally asked stupidly, after a long, awkward, confused pause. She was confounding him. 

“I dunno,” she answered, seemingly just as surprised by her own action as he was. “You seem cold.”

“Thank you?” he said at last. 

The pug was going wild at his feet, bucking and pulling on the lead, and Azriel finally said, “come on, Pinky. Let’s go.”

“It’s Piglet,” Elain corrected him. 

“It’s a terrible name for a dog.”

“You’d think so,” Elain shrugged her shoulder. 

“I just wouldn’t name a dog Piglet. Pinky is better.”

“Well, I am not renaming my dog.”

“Well, I am naming the children,” Azriel decided, taking the lead from her without asking.

Elain gave him a side glance, and thrust her hands in her pockets. What children?

“And what are you naming them?” she queried. As everything with him, it was a strange conversation.

“Darius,” he said immediately. “Definitely Darius.”

“Hmmm, I like Darius,” she agreed. 

“Yeah?”

“I do. What else?”

“I like Dahlia, Isabelle and Rose for girls.”

Elain considered for a moment and then nodded,

“These are all good names.”

He was surprised and asked, “Really?”

“Yes, I actually like them all. Something I should mention to the prospective matches then?” 

At that, Azriel frowned and nestled his chin deeper into the scarf. Then, abruptly as ever, he asked, “What happened to Pinky’s leg?”

“It’s Piglet. And I don’t really know,” Elain admitted. “I think he was run over by a cyclist. The leg was crushed and had to be amputated. And the family that had him didn’t want to keep him. Didn’t want to deal with a three legged dog, or with the care that he required. They were going to put him down, but a friend of mine who volunteered at the shelter rang me up and told me that if I wanted him, I could have him. So I went that night and picked him up. And here we are. He has more energy than I do,”

Azriel chuckled and nodded, “I can see that”.

They walked in silence for a while, the dog bouncing between them, his round head swinging from one to the other, looking at their reactions. 

“Do you want a meat pie?” 

That came out of nowhere, as usual. Azriel lifted a paper bag, his offer hanging in the air. 

“Yeah. Okay,” Elain agreed. 

Defensively, he added, “you know, I am not pressuring you. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”

He sounded almost angry, like he couldn’t believe that she’d eat with him. Or accept food from him.

“Why can’t I just want a meat pie?” Elain asked.

“Posh lasses like you don’t eat stuff like this,”

“You have the strangest notions, you know,” she shook her head. “As if you have any idea who I am or what I like. Give me the damn pie, I’ll buy us some tea and you’ll help me with a project,” she demanded impatiently.

“What fucking project?” he mumbled. 

Elain didn’t bother answering, as she stepped inside a cafe, leaving him and Pinky outside. Azriel stood there, meeting people’s curious gazes, though Pinky, being so extra with his scarf and puffer coat, seemed a lot more interesting to most passersby. While waiting, he pondered what the hell kind of a project Elain had for him. He didn’t expect to meet her like that, on the street, but now he was sort of glad that he did. If nothing else, Elain was mesmerizingly beautiful so it wasn’t exactly a hardship to walk with her. And when she wasn’t decked out in pearls and silk, she seemed kind of normal. A little funny. Irreverent. And she liked all the baby names that he had planned–which was a mad thing, because he sure didn’t plan on sharing that with her. With anyone! What normal man talks baby names with some girl he’d just met. But he also didn’t want her to share those names with any matches that she was going to set him up with. No. No. These were his names. And Elain was the only person in the world that he told them to, so now it was their names. He felt weirdly protective over the names, over this thing that now untied him and her. Gah. She was messing with his head. It was frustrating. 

“Don’t tell the baby names to anyone!” he snapped at her the moment she came out of the cafe holding two cups.

She gave him a look, judgy and disdainful, he was sure of it, but then simply said, ‘okay. I won’t.’

“I am not joking,” he warned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I got it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Alright then,” he sighed. He tugged on the lead and Pinky finally moved his butt off the pavement. “Thanks for the tea,” Azriel said. 

“You really need to work on your manners,” Elain told him bluntly. 

He had to agree. He did.

“Probably. Sorry I was short with you.”

They headed towards her house and when they stood in front of it, Azriel noticed another blue plaque. It stated: Elain Archeron, a pioneer in women’s education and one of the leaders of the suffragette movement lived in this house.

“How would the feminist granny Archeron feel about you working as a matchmaker?” Azriel wondered out loud, while Elain unlocked the door to the coach house.

Pinky rushed inside, like he owned the place–which, Azriel, supposed he did. Elain removed her jacket and then waited for Azriel to do the same. She took it from him and hung it in the closet, and it didn’t escape him how her eyes skimmed over him.

He wore jeans and a simple grey henley today, but now that he thought about it, he figured that it probably accentuated his physique pretty well. He was very tall, wide-shouldered, with a lean, muscular torso, obviously extraordinarily fit, his legs long and clad in lean sinewy muscle which he developed after years of running. 

It’s not like he cared that she checked him out, but he wasn’t hating it either. Without thinking, he rolled up his sleeves, and the widening of Elain’s eyes and her pink tongue licking her lips was not something he could miss. There was no mistaking it this time. She was definitely checking him out. 

He folded his arms on his chest–did he flex a bit? Maybe–and then asked,

“What’s this project that you need done?”

She stared at him, at his forearms, the tattoos that covered them, the scars that marred his hands. 

“Uhh…what?” 

She was cute like this. Frazzled like. Not all proper and snobby, but all twitchy and red. He wanted to laugh. 

“The project?” he repeated, staring at her. 

“Oh, yeah,” she seemed to have remembered what she wanted from him, but when she turned around, she walked straight into the wall. Bounced back off of it and yelped ‘ow!’ 

“You okay there, matchmaker?” he teased, though he caught himself worried that she’d hurt her nose, because she was rubbing it aggressively.

“I am okay,” she said at last. “Come with me.”

He followed her silently, down a long corridor. Her office and the reception area were on the other side of the corridor, and he was kind of surprised when they ended up in a cosy little kitchen–guess that explained where she got the tea and the biscuits yesterday–and a tidy lounge. Though the only one lounging presently was Pinky, who was sprawled on his back, short little legs in the air, stretched upon a comfy looking pouffe. There was also a sofa and an armchair, and a wall mounted TV in the lounge. Elain clicked the remote and on came videos of dogs running around. The pug growled with approval, fully immersed in the programme, while Elain went to take off all his clothes. 

“He is a little fucking lord, isn’t he?” Azriel commented, watching her fuss over the dog.

“Mr. Night,” she told him primly, “you must cut down on the cursing! It’s rather unseemly,”

He scowled and reminded her, 

“I am a fucking footballer, baby. How do you think we talk? Also, maybe you should cut down on Mr. Night, yeah? I think we are past that.”

She straightened and glared at him, her soft little face full of stormy fury.

“Mr. Night. I am not your ‘baby’. Never forget that. You are my client. As such, you will be known as Mr. Night and you will give me the respect of calling me Ms. Archeron. Are we clear?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to maintain his composure. But at last, he snapped, ‘crystal’.

“Wonderful,” “But Cassian is Cassian, right?” he couldn’t help but challenge her. 

She huffed to herself, head shaking, her curls bouncing up and down her shoulders.

“Cassian is not my client.”

“And if I weren’t, you’d call me Azriel then?” 

“No, I wouldn’t. I simply don’t see under what circumstances we’d be acquainted…and what we’d have in common to ever cross paths…”

That actually fucking hurt.

Her words. The implication that he wasn’t good enough to be spending time in her company outside of this business arrangement. He wasn’t up to par to be in her circles, to even have as a friend.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” he muttered icily. “Because I am just some trashy footballer. As you said yesterday, I was sold by one team to another. That’s what footballers are–a commodity to be bought and sold, until they reach their expiration date. Wouldn’t think someone like you had any use for me. Where would we meet other than here, right?”

Her mouth popped open, while he sighed heavily.

He was feeling…dejected. Burdened. Like she tossed him aside, much like most people in his life did, and he didn't matter. But she was right, of course, he was her client. Nothing else. 

And he wasn’t going to give her his meat pie anymore. Forget it.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” he decided. “I think that this is a mistake.”

Elain chewed on her lips, her big brown eyes watching him intently, like she was trying to read what’s on his mind and get inside his head.

“What I think is that you need to get out of your head,” she stated harshly.

He snorted, yet again amazed by the balls on his girl. She was certifiable.

“You have horrible self-esteem, which doesn’t bode well for anyone, especially for you and a future wife. You keep thinking that you are somehow defective. That you shouldn’t be here because…what? You don’t deserve happiness? Don’t deserve a good woman? Yeah, I gathered you had a shitty childhood, well, now you are a superstar. Put your big boy knickers on and act like it! You aren’t some little boy lost–you are Azriel Night, Arsenal’s Captain. 

“And don’t you dare dump your issues on me!” she finished. “Don’t construct some scenarios in your head like I am so posh, and you are so not, and as if there is some fantastic chasm of misunderstanding and cultural differences between us.

And finally, if you don’t have any sense of self-worth, then maybe you should be taken advantage of by some slag who’ll take you for everything you’ve got. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck you,” he tossed angrily.

“No. Fuck you!” she tossed right back.

“I am leaving!”

He turned around, while Pinky forgot about his entertainment and relaxation time, and now growled threateningly, because he raised his voice at his mum.

Azriel stomped down the corridor, fuming.

What a bitch. If she were a bloke, he’d beat the crap out of her. Her big mouth, her fucking attitude, her acting like she knew anything about him. Yeah, well. Maybe she was correct about most of what she said, but it wasn’t her business. He wasn’t her business. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his damn name. Maybe he wanted to hear it on her lips, but she wouldn’t even give him that simple satisfaction. 

“You are not leaving,” he suddenly heard her behind him. Little claws clucked on the hardwood floor, and before he could stop, Pinky was throwing himself between him and the door, not allowing him to leave.

“You are not leaving,” she repeated sternly.

“What are you going to do? Stop me?” he chuckled bitterly, getting his jacket from the closet.

“No, but you’ll turn around, and you’ll help me with my project. And I will find you a wife, even if it kills me. Even if I know that it’s going to be painful and torturous. Even if I know that you’ll be fighting me every step of the way.”

“Why the hell do you want to do this?” he demanded, turning to face her.

“Because I don’t give up, Mr. Night. Think of me as a fanged beast–once I sink my claws into you, I don’t let go. And maybe,” she paused, almost panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing wildly, “maybe I believe in love!”

“What?” he stared at her, processing her stupid words, and failing to understand them.

“Yeah, maybe I want to see your happy end. Maybe I want to find you someone who is going to love you for who you are–despite your nasty cantankerous attitude, your potty mouth, you…your…” she was gasping with a mixture of anger and some unholy excitement. 

“My what?”

“I don’t know. You! Just you!” she cried out. “You are impossible and unpleasant, and you can’t communicate.”

“Of yeah, you are such a prize,”

“Be quiet! I’ve known you for two days and I am already exhausted. But I will bring this to its natural conclusion, and you will be walking down the aisle in six months! That I promise. And you will be in love.”

“God you make no sense,” he moaned.

“Maybe. But you  will be in love. And you will be loved. And that is my vow.”

He rubbed his face, shaking his head, while she stood in front of him, so much smaller than he, but packing so much rage and heat and passion…

He momentarily had a crazy thought of how much he’d want to feel that passion and heat. In bed, between the sheets. The two of them tangled together, sweaty, biting and scratching and…

Also, she looked really pretty when she was angry.

Aaaannnddd…he needed to stop this train of thought stat.

“Also, you are giving my dog whiplash!!” she growled at him.

He glanced at Pinky, who was positioned against the door like a giant loaf of bread. Apparently in an attempt to not let him leave the house.

“What?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know if he should hate you or love you!” she even stomped her foot. “You are confusing him with your behaviour. And if you will continue doing that, he is going to bite you,”

“Yeah, I am not all that scared of a three-legged pug,” Azriel rolled his eyes.

She still fumed, muttering,

“You would be singing a different song if he bites you in the dick!”

“Whoa, he,”

“Yes!” she yelled. “That’s what he does. Once, this bloke got real handsy with me in the park, and Piglet jumped up and latched onto the bloke’s junk. And wouldn’t let go.”

Azriel suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

“Yes, yeah, keep laughing, until he bites you!”

“He bit some bloke’s junk?!” Azriel laughed like a maniac, snorting and huffing.

She crossed her arms on her chest.

“He did. And he wouldn’t let go. He just hung there, between the guy’s legs, holding his cock hostage in his teeth. Don’t think he wouldn’t do it to you if you keep being an arsehole and pissing me off!”

“Pinky, don’t you be biting my junk!” Azriel warned, shaking his finger at the dog. “We are mates!”

“And his name is not Pinky!!! And you aren’t mates.”

“We so are.”

Mutely, Azriel hung the jacket back in the closet and then asked,

“What do you need done, you matchmaker-from-hell?!”

She pursed her lips, and then turned on her heels and ordered, “Follow me!”

Oh how he wished he could spank this attitude out of her until her arse was nice and red. Instead, he asked, “who is the bloke who got handsy with you?”

She didn’t turn, but only shrugged.

“I don’t know. I was walking Piglet, and the bloke just wouldn’t leave me alone. It was a little scary.”

Azriel frowned at that. 

He didn’t like it. 

Didn’t like it one bit.

That some cunt was getting handsy with this impossible contrary girl didn’t sit right with him.

“Do you have CCTV in the house?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, and here too. But that was in the park,”

“I know. But I want to know that your house is secure. Do you have an alarm?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer the goddamn question!”

“Yeah, I have an alarm.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Not like what?” she finally glanced at him over her shoulder, as they made their way into the cellar.

“That you are here alone, with a three-legged pug as your only guard. And you have all kinds of shady characters coming and going from this place. How well do you even vet them?”

She gave him a very clear ‘pot/kettle’ look, but he ignored it. Of course she would.

“I vet them well enough. I have a taser too! And pepper spray.”

“Yeah, bring some pepper spray to a gun fight,” he grunted. 

“This is not America,” she reminded him. “I don’t think anyone is bringing a gun here.”

Azriel stopped in the middle of the cellar and gasped, “what is all this crap?”

“It’s pumpkins.”

No shit. She had four large cardboard boxes filled with various sized pumpkins. All kinds of decorations and lanterns and other Halloweeen-themed stuff in a bunch more boxes. 

“I need help with this,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes at him and biting her lower lip.

“Yeah, sweetheart, this shite don’t work on me,” he waved his hand dismissively at her. “I’ll help you with this, but not because you think your ridiculous, artless flirting is making any difference here.”

Her mouth dropped in a shocked O.

He smirked.

That’s right. Two can play this game.

#elriel #azriel and elain #elriel fanfic #my writing #my fanfiction #elain archeron #elain x azriel #pro elriel #azriel #elain #A Match Baked In Heaven #Modern AU #elriel fanfiction #acotar fanfiction

[magadauthan]

Ep 19: Hang Fire

*Stefon voice* This episode has everything.

Vash and WW acting like a couple of morons

A glimpse into Meryl and Milly's everyday life

Meryl on her way to freakin' go get her man

Vash in civvies (that button-down!)

A catchy song

V/M emotional constipation (catnip!!!)

OK @trigun98watchparty, let's begin the killing time recap.

--It's perfect that Meryl's friend is named Karen, because that mole near her mouth means she's a gossip. She does seem to care about Meryl, though. Wants her to get married and everything.

--Ofc her officemates want to hear all the skinny on her interactions with Vash the Stampede. Wouldn't you?

--Look how happy Meryl is. She's gonna find Vash and give him all the kisses a very stern talking-to. It's official, Meryl and Milly are off to the DIrty Jerz.

--Awwww, the bike broke down again. This is tip-top, grade-A, prime bickering between Vash and WW. "Actually, I'm dissing you, not your stupid broken motorcycle!" It's not Trigun if these two aren't squawking at each other.

--What the hell kind of nasty-ass spaghetti are they eating? It looks like it has Spam in it. That is just wrong. (yeah, I know, spaghetti western.) And WW gets stuck with the check, just like Vash threatened.

--The girls are so cute in their PJ's. I love that we know what most of the main characters wear to bed. (I bet WW wears the rattiest underpants you ever saw, with a tank undershirt.)

--I love that Vash has old friends all over the place. He and Max (and probably Doc) went out for Obi-Wan and Anakin-style Wild Adventures and probably ripped it up wherever they went.

--It has to be incredibly hard on Vash to watch his friends get older while he stays the same.

--Meryl will KICK YOU in the NUTS. < / cartman > Nice subverted panty shot, though it doesn't come through in English. Good luck "having fun" with Meryl or Milly.

--"Total slaughter, total slaughter..."

--WW and his noodles, best silly face

--let's all take several moments to appreciate Vash's extreme hotness in his white button-down

--"Luck and persistence won't work forever." Especially with you conniving with Legato and co. to force his hand, eh, WW?

--"Tee hee, ma'am is so happy to see him. I'll give them a couple minutes alone."

--Vash/Meryl fanciers: Take a moment to go read "Biting My Tongue" and then come back.

--Vash and Meryl (at this point, anyway) could never admit in a thousand years that they might have missed one another. Meanwhile, WW likely took one look at Milly: "Big Girl! I missed you!" "I missed you too, Mr. Priest, it's so nice to see you again!" "I have a couple extra double dollars, do you want to go get some ice cream?" "That would be so nice of you, Mr. Priest! Yay!"

--Domo arigatou, Mr. Legato...

Thinking back on it... Vash starts to show a renewed determination to push back after his time with Grandma Sheryl and Lina. For two years (the anime is fuzzy on this so I'm using manga timeline) he got to be who he wanted to be - just another silly guy, living his life, doing ordinary things and being happy. No one knew whether he was alive, and he was able to live in peace. Which is pretty much all Vash genuinely wants. Without his brother chasing him and pulling the strings, he was able to accomplish that.

Vash has had a taste of what his life could be like without Knives being a dick to him all the time. So... what is he going to do about it?

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #Day 19 #hang fire #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #vashmeryl #please let vash have nice things

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Never Should Have Let You Go - Adam Cole x Reader PART 3

Ya’ll– I dunno if I’m ready for KOR VS Cole. Like– I wanna see it, but at the same time, I dont. Ya know?

PLUS– we saw how Roddy was uncertain after. How’s BOBBY gonna freakin’ respond? KOR is his teammate, has been for a while. I have a feeling he’s not gonna be okay with what Adam done 2-10-2021

Anyway, enjoy this in the meantime.

If you want added to the tag list, let me know!

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@shedevil22 @amourseculier @wwequeenbeesblog @regalbanshee

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It’s now First Person POV ;) Except the Bonus Scene at the End

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name Y/N = Your Name

Part One - Part Two - Part Four

(divider)

“A-Adam?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there, not even fifteen feet away, was the one boy that I have always loved. Except he wasn’t a boy anymore—he was a man now. The most handsome, breathtaking—

“Stop it—get a hold of yourself—” I scolded myself, taking a clearing breath and refocusing on Adam.

“H-hey,” he gave a soft smirk, reaching up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.

“My God, his voice—” I felt my knees tremble slightly, before realizing he was still talking.

“—been awhile. Honestly… I’m surprised to see you again. I-I tried to call, but the number—”

I couldn’t help my actions—he looked so uncertain, scared even. Racing up to Adam, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, not even thinking about where we were– or what we were. It took him by surprise only for a split second- before I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me closer to his body. I could feel the muscles in his arms flex as he held me, and a relieved sigh left his body.

Standing here—with him—being in his arms. It felt right.  

After what felt like forever—but still not long enough—a soft, forced cough came from behind Adam. He and I gave soft chuckles, glancing up at each other sheepishly but without any regret towards our actions. I looked over his shoulder and saw his two—rather famous– friends standing behind him, smirks on their faces.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Bobby chuckled as Kyle threw the two of them a sightly shy smile.

“Uh, it’s—it’s good,” Adam shook his head with a smile of his own, smiling down at me with those baby blues that I fell in love with back in high school,” Y/N/N—these are two of my closest friends—Bob—”

“Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly, I know,” I nodded my head, much to Adam’s surprise,” The two of you are a very fun team to watch.”

The three of them looked a bit surprise, especially Adam—which took me by surprise in return.

“What?”

“Y-you watch Ring of Honor?”

“Of course I do,” I laughed, gently reaching out and placing my hand on his forearm,” I told you then—Adam Cole. You will always— always, have a fan.”

His face turned up in a smile- as he remembered the words I spoke to him the last day we were face to face. The day we broke up—that I deemed it more important for him to chase his dream.

“Well—it’s nice to finally meet you,” Bobby smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake; I accepted as Kyle gave me a reassuring smile of his own.

“It’s good to see you again—been awhile,” Kyle told me.

“Yeah—what, almost eight years? Last time I saw you, there was none of this,” I joked, gesturing to the scruff on the side of his face.

All three of them laughed at that, before a customer stopped a few feet away.

“Excuse me—where’s the bar soap?”

“Aisle eighteen—bottom shelf near the back end of the aisle. If you find the body wash, it’s right underneath of it,” I smiled to the customer- before they gave a nod and walked off in that direction.

“I—I should let you go… you’re working,” Adam frowned, before giving me a smirk,” I don’t want to get the Store Manager in any trouble.”

“How do you—oh God. You saw that earlier?”

“Saw it, loved it,” Adam laughed,” You were great.”

“There were little animated hearts in his eyes after,” Bobby tossed in, causing me to laugh as well.

“Whatever man,” Adam scoffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms before returning his attention to me,” Anyway, like I said—I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Well… I mean—if you have things to do…” I shrugged, not really wanting him to leave just yet,” Otherwise… I mean… I’ve always been good at multitasking. You could… follow me around… we could talk…”

I didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up in excitement, obviously not wanting to leave just yet either.

“Yeah—Yeah, I could definitely,” Adam nodded, smiling ear to ear, before remembering his two friends just five feet away,” Uh, I—”

“It’s cool man—I mean, we were just here to keep you company while you shopped for your stuff,” Kyle smirked.

“We’ll just catch up with you at the PC tomorrow,” Bobby shrugged.

“You guys sure? I didn’t mean to interrupt guy time or anything,” I frowned.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Bobby shook his head with a smile,” Every day we’re at the PC or the arena is Guy Time.”

“However– Y/N time is long overdue,” Kyle joked, causing both Adam and I to noticeably blush.

“Agreed—so, what do you say kid. Shall we get out of here, leave these other two kids alone?”

“Sounds good. I mean—they can’t get into too much trouble in a public store… right?”

“Should be okay,” Bobby shrugged to Kyle, before sending a wink to Adam,” No funny business young man.”

I gave a soft snort of amusement as I watched these three interact.

“Just don’t forget to buy your stuff man,” Kyle reminded Adam,” Catch ya later Y/N.”

“It was good meeting you,” Bobby sent me a nod.

“You as well Bobby—bye Kyle,” I waved to them as they walked off, before noticing the cart they had left.

“Please tell me that’s your cart—and not a cart some other customer decided to just abandon?”

“Hmm?” Adam questioned, before noticing his cart and smiling to me,” Nah, that’s mine. I’ll actually go pay for it real quick and take it out to my car. Maybe… after—I’ll come back in and find you?”

He gave me a mischievous, flirty smirk- causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach once more.

“What’ll you do when you find me—if you do, in fact, come back in and look?” I shot back, just as flirtatious. I saw his eyes darken slightly, before he looked down at the floor and licked his lips, slightly biting down on his tongue as he done so.

“Bobby’s not been gone for even five minutes and we’re already misbehaving,” Adam chuckled.

“Right- Right. Sorry,” I apologized, rubbing my arm self-consciously.

“S’all good,” Adam shook his head with a smile,” Anyway—I’ll be right back.”

“I—I’ll be here.”

Before Adam walked over to his cart, he slowly reached out a hand- caressing the side of my face tenderly. As I felt his skin touch my own, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch.  I could feel him walk closer to me, and I knew what was coming, until—

“Ma’am—can you help me? I need something that’s pushed near the back.”

I felt the breathy chuckle Adam gave hit my face before he pulled back.

“Y-yeah,” I nodded, still a bit dazed from the almost-kiss,” I’ll follow you.”

With one last look to Adam, I followed the customer through the store—hoping with every fiber that Adam would come back in. Maybe, just maybe—it wasn’t too late for us.

BONUS SCENE

Kyle and Bobby walked out of the Dollar store, leaving behind Adam to catch up with Y/N. They knew it would be a while before Adam left—all he had seemingly talked about for the better part of seven years was Y/N.

As they approached their car, they both stopped at their respective door- looking over top the metal at each other.

“When he went up to her—that split second between him calling out to her and them hugging…. Did you…”

“Hold my breath?” Bobby guessed,” Yeah—don’t think I breathed again until he had her in his arms. Thought for a split second when she raced towards him that, maybe—”

“She was going for an attack? Same man,” Kyle chuckled, causing a laugh from Bobby in return; when it died out, Kyle looked towards the brick building,” You think he’ll be okay?”

“All we can do is hope so. They seemed to be okay…”

“Yeah…”

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #Adam Cole #Adam x Reader #reader insert #imagine #fanfiction #Part 3 #NXT #Bobby Fish #Kyle O'Reilly #Supportive Friends Kyle and Bobby

[screechthemighty]

Anyways, I give Shadows of Rose a 4/5, full breakdown (with spoilers) is under the cut:

Pros:

Ethan! Content!! Ethan content. I suspected going in he’d be Michael and the second he just picked the name out of a lineup rather than explicitly saying it was his name I KNEW, but when he physically showed up to push Rose away from Eveline, I screamed so loud. Ethan mf-ing Winters, my beloved.

Rosemary Winters!!! My actual daughter!!!!!! Whom I raised all these years myself!!!!!! I will fist fight her bullies, I swear I will.

I actually liked how they wrote/included Eveline, like I still wanted to punt her into orbit, but that’s my Rose protection instinct. They did a good job making her anger understandable and it’s honestly better Eveline writing than we got in Biohazard.

GREAT NEWS THEY TOOK HOUSE BENEVENTIO AND STILL MADE IT SCARY IN NEW AND EXCITING WAYS, LOVE IT, HATE IT, LOVE IT

Good news, the Duke isn’t evil, Capcom was just reusing assets/actors

This whole thing was a good way to tie things together with the end credits scene and also explain why Rose might want to stick around as a future protagonist.

Myeh:

I didn’t like the stealth sections but I also hate most stealth sections so that’s a personal thing

I was kind of hoping they’d integrate Dulvey and assets from Biohazard a bit, like I get why they didn’t, but that would’ve been cool

The setup was contrived and the writing a little goofy and inconsistent, but also it’s an RE game, what else were we expecting?

On the one hand, we never did see Ethan’s face. On the other hand, Capcom continues to commit to the bit and I respect that. So we’ll chalk that up as neutral.

Cons:

IDK if the fight with Miranda at the end is bugged or glitched or WHAT but I SWEAR I was pushing all the buttons they wanted me to push and freakin??? Nothing was happening??? If I hadn’t been playing on casual, I would’ve gotten my ass whooped. This might be operator error but yeah that fight at the end with her was rough and I’m almost convinced it’s buggy.

As much as the weeping angels section of the Eveline level was superb, the level kind of dragged after that, I feel like the stealth sections could’ve been shorter (though again, I hate all stealth sections, grain of salt, etc.).

OKAY SO LIKE. The thing I hate the most is that they just. COMPLETELY gloss over Mia?? Like we can discern that she was homeschooling Rose up to a certain point, and Rose mentions later that she hasn’t seen her mother in forever, but they provide ZERO context beyond that and it’s just? Baffling?? Not even a cursory mention of what she’s doing??? Did Rose get taken from her at some point or are they just estranged since Rose is going through more teenage angst/issues than usual?? You write her like shit for two games and then just like, act like she doesn’t exist????? Thanks, Capcom, hate that!!!!

Overall, I’d say it was worth the money I spent, though that money was also a gift card I got for my birthday so 😅😅😅 yeah

#resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil shadows of rose #resident evil spoilers #shadows of rose spoilers #spoilers

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e8 time for a wedding! (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

i read a summary of all the becky episodes after seeing the first one. had some feelings (derogatory) about previous episodes. i was dreading this one

okay i got a question about "guano". every time they use this word i have to do a little mental lookup. is there a region in the US that uses guano regularly for going batshit/insane etc? i haven't lived everywhere but i have lived in the southwest, west, upper midwest, miami (lol it's its own region) and new england. and i don't remember ever hearing it said by anyone. john was in the military, was it something from him? anyway. stalling!

WAITRESS Yeah, okay. You came in here looking like somebody shot your puppy. DEAN Well, things are looking up now that your shift's over. All right. Uh, here's the deal. I have this friend. He's got this younger brother. Right? Cannon's a little loose. You know, his reactor blew a while back. It's not good. Um... My friend – he's, uh... He's kind of been sitting, waiting to see if he goes guano again. WAITRESS And I assume it just hit the fan? DEAN Well, that's the thing. It didn't. The kid's all reasonable now, considering he's crazy. Well, he's – I mean, he's not crazy. He – he's starting to seem like things might be getting a little better. WAITRESS Well, that's a good thing, right? DEAN It's a freakin' miracle. Except... when it happens during their, uh... their sacred annual pilgrimage to Vegas... and he goes off on some granola-munching hike in the desert by himself.

WAITRESS Well, maybe he just needs some time alone. DEAN Yeah. WAITRESS We all need to face ourselves sometime. DEAN Maybe he does. WAITRESS Wasn't talking about him. DEAN Speak of the devil. He's four blocks away? WAITRESS See? Baby bro needs you after all.

(of course, forever and ever amen.) when a stranger can diagnose and therapize you in 60 seconds flat. what a lot of backstory and happenings got dumped in that conversation. a yearly vacation, sam bailing to go vacation alone in the wilderness.

the way his hair is falling it looks like the mutant sideburns suddenly gained a lot ground 😂 (stalling)

how does his hair look so different every episode?

okay, leslie odom jr. i know the name, i've never seen/or listened to hamilton but i gather that's what he's known for? (i love music but don't vibe with musicals generally) i did watch smash though and he was in that, and the second knives out movie. shame he got stuck in this episode.

smash s2e1 on broadway - leslie odom jr as sam strickland

ok extra dumb murder of the week. splatting a dude's face with the baseball pitching machine

(live reaction)

SAM You know, I went after her, Dean. Maybe that's what's bugging you – that I'm moving on with my life. I mean, you took care of me, and that's great. But I don't need you anymore.

having an actress that's about the same age as dean play becky, and having her act so juvenile... it's just all bad and insulting and weird. and then adding in the inherent joke she is about fans... will i save the noncon rant for later? ha ha she raped him too right? heavy sigh

cannot figure out what i know him from. maybe the core?? but also he was a one-off in episodes of a lot of shows i've seen and he has such a distinctive face, i think it might be one of those i think is more familiar but really isn't. also maybe the movie roadtrip? which is so very much not my kind of movie but i definitely have seen it.

having garth be incompetent as a hunter is... again, a choice.

the core (2003) dj qualls as rat

now they tell us there was no sex. see it's funny, guys! just the drugging and the concussion and the tying up and gagging.

GUY Yes! And I'm very protective of my ass. It's one of my best features.

he's so charming in this part. say again it's a shame he got stuck in this episode

you know. it's not just the writing and the styling of becky. but the way she plays her... it's like every moment she's just making fun of a certain type of person.

crowley, sight for sore eyes

SAM Becky, look. You're not a loser, okay? You're a good person, a-and you've got… a lot of… e-energy. So, you know, just do your thing, whatever that is, and the right guy will find you.

no. *gets out the squirt bottle*

was this all just to have some goofy bonding experience to mend things after The Incident with the stabbing and the lying (mutton chop status 66%)

SAM Look, man, uh... When I was all dosed up, I-I said some crap. DEAN Oh, you mean, she – she wasn't your soulmate?

no, because dean is sam's soulmate duh. lol this show. sometimes i'll just be sitting here and think "canonical soulmates" and boggle all over again

SAM Shut up. I mean, I do need you watching my back. Obviously. DEAN Yeah, when, uh, crazy groupies attack.

DEAN I'm just saying. It's stupid to think that you need me around all the time. You're a grown-up. SAM Right.

SAM I mean, you basically have been looking out for me your whole life. Now you finally get to take care of yourself. About time, huh? DEAN Yeah. DEAN Right.

haha this is like, straight out of fic. both of them "ha ha you don't need me anymore :D" and they're both😟

made it through. they really like to shove good brother content into bad episodes, like Bugs.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x08 #spnhiky #smash nbc #leslie odom jr #dj qualls #garth fitzgerald iv #the core #hiky #becky rosen #andrew dabb #daniel loflin #sideburns #chopsurveillance

[rakumel]

My birthday's not until tomorrow, but I've been low-key enjoying it all weekend. Went out and bought a bunch of comfort food and snacks, took a couple of much-needed days off work, and I've been going back and forth between playing more Xenoverse 2 and the remake of Spyro: Year of the Dragon.

It's the only game in the original Spyro trilogy that I'd never played before, and it seemed appropriate since we've just entered another actual year of the Dragon. I meant to mention it sooner, but - and I'm kind of ashamed to admit it - I had to put the game down for a bit because it gives me motion sickness if I play it for very long.

Which is too bad, because it looks fantastic. Spyro's rescuing dragon eggs this time around, and they hatch into adorable baby dragons. Just look at these cute lil' beasties:

The new characters are pretty fun, too. Bentley the...Yeti, I'm assuming? is probably my favorite one so far. Eloquent, but carries a big-ass ice club too, just in case.

Hunter the cheetah from the last game makes a return, and there's an evil sorceress and a sorceress-in-training named Bianca who looks like Lola Bunny in a hooded mage robe. But you know who I absolutely was NOT expecting to see in a Spyro game??

Fu's hipster cousins. No look, I am dead serious about this.

If I hadn't coincidentally been playing both games I'd probably have missed it, but now I can't unsee it. Apparently it's not enough for him to dick around with time in just one universe, I guess?

Speaking of which, the main thing I've been doing in XV2 is working my way through an extra storyline I downloaded a long time ago, but never thoroughly played. Well, now I have, and now I'm showing this off without context because my god, it was a slog to fill this all out towards the end:

Hurray! I'm never going to use that nickname! Or any of the other rewards, probably! Got hella paid in in-game currency, though.

And besides, as with any journey, it's not so much the destination as it is the amusing memories you make along the way. Or something like that.

I brought many mentors along in my quest to finish every freakin' branch of this story, but my heart still belongs to Bug Husband. (Even if he is hopelessly in love with himself.) Take him all the way to the end and this is part of what he says:

*fervent fangirling commences*

Seriously though, those two screencaps up there are Aloe's motivation in a nutshell. She wants to be an excellent student so Cell will (hopefully) enjoy teaching, which she sees as a way for him to do good without drastically changing who he is. In other words, subtly trick him into doing good things.

Which is damned risky, honestly. He's not stupid. But I'm digressing into character backstory, and if we go down that path this post will ramble on forever.

So yeah, enjoying things for now. Even though I still feel like I'm kind of flailing through life. Even though I have too much on my mind and don't know what to do about any of it. It'll be ok. I hope.

#raku plays her faves #xv2 #xenoverse 2 #raku plays her faves: xv2 #spyro: year of the dragon #I'm leaving out a LOT of happenings in both games #for brevity's sake #I don't feel like going into huge amounts of detail that no one's going to read #...at least not this time =p

[grazhir]

Subnautica

Eeeeee.

I mean, it's not like you can "fall" in this game. In the water, I mean. You can tread water over a yawning chasm forever (or until you die of suffocation, dehydration, or starvation). But just looking down into that deep darkness.

Such heebie-jeebies.

Which, of course, sent me off looking again. Now my seamoth has a defense system, solar and thermal chargers (just in case), and with mods for more slots plus arms, four storage bins, a hand arm, and a drill arm.

I despise how the PRAWN moves, absolutely hate it. So yeah, I upgraded the seamoth. I gave the prawn a whirl, just moving it from my near-the-escape-pod base to the right-on-the-edge-of-a-geyser base so I could park it in a moonbay (the other bay is for the seamoth, of course), and it was such a freakin' trial to get it over there.

And it was less than a thousand meters. Five hundred or more. A complete chore.

So I installed my newly fabricated additions and took her out for a glide. Drilled through a salt deposit, collected a bunch of scrap and non-drill deposits...

Took a minute to figure out how to choose which arm (the instructions were rather confusing, I must say, when taken with the comments section), but it was all good.

Needless to say, I backed up my save first to a separate location, in the event that the mods bricked my save or bugged it beyond repair.

I like it when the reefbacks wander by. I've gotten some good stuff off their backs.

Using the habitat platform thing, got verticals running down below sea level for the moonbays (and water filtrators), not that you can see them. There's a geyser at around -25m, right on the edge of a kelp forest, so it's nice, it's cozy, and I managed to shove four thermal generators down there.

Plenty of room for planting beds on the platform, and underwater beds, as well.

Did a run to Lifepod 2, which was uber scary (it's so deep!) and nabbed a bunch of blood oil and gel sacks, plus the second stasis rifle fragment (so I could finally make one).

Mind you, the arm won't help one bit with the situation I was in some hours earlier, while whacking eyestalks to get seeds. As I was doing so I was attacked by bleeders and got all turned around and really confused.

Running out of air, can't orient or figure out where my seamoth is... Gah. But I got to it in time, so I didn't suffocate.

What I can't remember is if I can run a vertical straight through the platform itself. I'll have to try.

And maybe at some point I'll meander off to the third Degassi base, and maybe to another Precursor site (cause I've only visited the Enforcement building).

And maybe at some point finally find the pieces I'm missing for the cyclops. And you know, the actual plot thing.

#subnautica

[willczek-art]

~*Happy Birthday to the wonderful Troy Baker! :D*~

Here’s my individual piece for the Fanart Project organized by awesome people from Retro Replay discord! :D Check out all of the artworks from this massive collab on Twitter here! :D

(And for sketch/WIPs click here! C:)

#troy baker #my art #young justice #brion markov #geoforce #yj season 3 #yj geoforce #happy birthday #fanart #doodle #drawing #and here goes the only project i ever took part in! awesome isnt it? :d #a wild emotional ride but absolutely worth it in the end! :d #my first choice was rhysie since he’s my forever favourite - he’s the most important to me and there is a whole list of reasons why... #but my artblock wouldnt let me (and i knew a friend of mine would do a marvelous job with her rhysie (and delsin! #so i went with brion because the thought of him not being in the picture was just !!! excuse me?! #he captures the freakin essense of my happiness because fav voice actor in fav cartoon ever that came back after years?! you cant beat that #so yeah! im super tired and its getting late so i wont talk in tags any longer~ #i’ll drop some wips of it tomorrow/sketch/no writting or no background etc #have an awesome day/sweet dreams!