#But they all help to give eachother those childhoods back just in different ways

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Imagining Dean with Laurel makes me heart sick because I know Dean loves kids, he's that guy who wants to pack up a minivan and go camping with his kids. OR AT LEAST HE WOULD BE. But I just know deep in my soul he absolutely does not trust himself around them. He is absolutely terrified of hurting people in general but a kid? Anyways he makes me sob.

But then I imagine Cassie with Laurel and it gets ten times worse because I know how much Cassie sacrificed for her. Like that line in twelve were she says she can't do the FBI training program because she'd be away from Laurel to long? DIABOLICAL! I know that's not the only reason but God the parentification that she was forced into was crazy. Add that with the guilt she must feel for how Laurel grew up combined with everything that happened in Bad Blood? Heartbreaking.

And then I imagine Laurel. Laurel who never had the mom Cassie had and certainly didn't have the same childhood. Laurel who looks at swings and sees the chains her mother used to be bound with. I see her looking at Cassie and seeing her mom, seeing the woman who always tried to protect her and recognizing that same quality in Cassie. I see her looking at Dean and recognizing that the same part of her that feels like a monster, that sees things she's not supposed to that isn't normal for girls her age and seeing that Dean sees those things to. Dean who reassures her that she isn't a monster, that she couldn't control how she grew up or what anyone in the cult did. Laurel who knows both these people love her because even though it's hard for them they say it to her. Even when she doesn't say it back. I see her escaping to their house where she has a special room just for her. Where she's always welcome when staying at Nonna's is to much. When everything there is far to normal and far to loud.

Then I imagine the Cassie and Dean healing in ways they never thought they could because of Laurel. Cassie taking her on sister dates every month to go get icecream, just like her mom used to do with her. Teaching Laurel the BPD's along the way. Dean eventually getting to do a camping extravaganza with her and all the naturals and he teaches Laurel how to make smores and doesn't judge her when she makes comments about fire she probably shouldn't. Then slowly but surely they all start to trust eachother until Laurel has Cassie, Dean, and Nonna with her for parent teacher confrences and suddenly they look around and realize maybe they've become a family along the way.

[queenofthepunks]

Part 2 of Peachy's childhood lore

Again...

TW⚠️:Mentions of physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexism, as well as body shaming... towards a 4 year old CHILD!

It wasn't rare at ALL for Peachy to hear her parents constantly argue with eachother out in the living room, having a really good hearing sense was both a blessing and a curse, while it did help her sharpen her observation skills more aswell as being able to learn how to do simple tasks normally despite her blindness, it was not so great thing that she could always hear her parents argue with eachother about such things her little mind couldn't exactly grasp to where it always scared her, but she always reassured herself that she had her toys for comfort... at least for the most part, since she could still hear them arguing outside of her room, over her "supposedly" uncle and grandfather she never even knew or heard about.

Hollie: "well they could be here any minute now so remember that YOU asked for this, not me, so if yous end up getting ya fucking brains blown out by my brother's shotgun don't expect me to pay for your cremation funds."

Donny: "For the last time, Hollie, I'm not there for your brother, I'm there for your FATHER, I could give two shits less about your brother is like, if yous SO worried bout it! Pfft and YOU? Paying for my funeral? Good luck with that sweetcheeks!"

Hollie: "fucking christ Don stop acting like you know them already! my brother is almost on the SAME level as my father, only he is the more... childish version of my father, ugh, I swear I could still hear my brother's WHINES from a mile away..."

Donny: "eh big deal, at least you will be able to handle it, right?"

Hollie: "are you fucking kidding me!? I had to deal with his those same whiney outbursts from him since we where kids! What makes you think I wanna deal with them now huh!?"

Donny: "Well, it ain't no different then me having to deal with your constant BITCHING every single day but here you are acting like yous the saint!"

Hollie: "would you ju- Ugh, DOOON WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS TAKE EVERYONE ELSES SIDE OTHER THAN MINE!?!?"

Donny: "and that right there proves my point, always so whiney bout every when nothing goes your way so you can just shut the fuck up at this point..."

Hollie: "well IM the one that makes sure you have food in your stomach right? so how about YOU shut the fuck up with your incoherent BULLSHIT about MY worth the woman of this-"

Thats when Peachy comes in with a pretty hesitant look on her face as she held her toy bunny in her arm for emotional support, knowing that she is going to have a whole EAR full of insults from her parents for asking such a simple thing.

Peachy: "Mommy..."

Donny: "*tch* this kid..."

Hollie: "Darla, what the hell ya doing in here!? I thought I told you to stay in your room until your grandpa and uncle franco gets here! *sigh* What could you possibly want this time."

Peachy: "i-i... I hungry..."

Hollie: "Ugh, really again!? Were those waffles at breakfast not enough for you, kid!?" (Literally had breakfast 5 hours ago)

Peachy: "b-but I hungry again... I really wanna snack..."

Donny: "Hey don't you be talking back to your ma like that when being told no! You don't need to be eating again anyways you already look like your gaining a few more pounds anyways!"

Hollie: "At least we could agree on one thing Donny, no little girl such as you should even be looking the way you do if ya wanna get your good looks from ya mommy."

Donny: "Hollie you know for a fact she wouldn't be able to tell anyways right? She is blind after all."

Hollie: "No shit Sherlock! Jus- i dont have time for this, JUST GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM LIKE I ASKED YOU TOO! Your uncle and grandfather will be here any moment! You can wait until dinner to eat! If you leave that room one more time I'm gonna WHOP YOUR ASS YA HEAR!?!?"

Peachy just slouched her head down and turned towards her room in response, which did not make Hollie happy, so Hollie walked towards her and grabbed her arm before yelling in her ear "I SAID DO YA HEAR!?!" Which made Peachy almost burst into tears from the painful grip on her arm and the loud yell coming from her mother, but held them back since she knew it'll only make the situation worse so Peachy just said "Y-YES MOMMY!" In response before feeling her mother harshly pick her up and placing her down back into her room.

Hollie: "Now THAT'LL teach ya to disrespect me and QUIT messing with the baby gate or that will be 2 STRIKES to ya ass AND YOUR FUCKING BACK!"

After Hollie slammed the door Peachy continued to hold back her tears from the whole thing all because she asked for a snack but it's not like she could even ask for anything at that point since no matter how simple it was she was still going to get in trouble for it no matter what she ever does so she thought in her little mind that it was always best to keep to herself.

[iamintoomanyfandomsistg]

Since I just started a new James RP account, I’ve decided that I am now gonna list out all my headcanons of James' relationships with Marauders-era characters!

-----------------The marauders-------------

Sirius

They are fucking in love in a way that transcends the labels of "romantic" and "platonic." It's just this indescribable pure LOVE. They are codependent and clingy; they climb into each other's beds at night and cry (usually Sirius into James' bed).

Remus

James was Remus's mum. He spoiled Remus rotten, made sure he was eating, healthy, and sleeping! He was genuinely one of the greatest things ever to happen to Remus. James and Lily used to sneak into Remus's house and stock his pantry with food, no matter how much he refused. They just loved him too much.

Peter

Childhood friends! Peter looks up to James, and James was like the big brother Peter never had (he has an older sister- HC). In turn, Peter was the younger brother James (the only child) always wanted! They are genuinely so sweet. Peter helps keep James in check, and he understands James in just such an intimate way— a way only people who have known each other since birth could (cue Sirius being a bit jelly).

----------------The Valkyries---------------------

Mary

I feel like Mary and James might not have been SUPER close, but they just had this vibe and understanding between each other that was easily seen by anyone watching. They had such an ease that rivaled James and Sirius, but like, no one would ever guess they were actual hangout friends?? Plus, I feel like Mary one day stuck up a picture strip of her & James when Lily and Marlene would be like, "when did that happen??" and Mary’s like, "Oh, just the other day when we hung out? I have more from earlier, but these are my favs." Then Lily and Marlene are confused 'cause they didn't know Mary and James even hung out within a non-group setting???

Marlene

OMFG, her and James were definitely childhood besties, alongside Peter?? Like, imagine lil adorable James, Marlene, and Peter running around causing mischief??? James and Marlene are definitely gossip gals//?

Lily

Once James stopped asking her out and started just being her friend, omfg, they would have the best friendship?? JAMES LOOKS UP TO AND VALUES LILY'S OPINION SO MUCH, AND LILY JUST LOVES HIM SO MUCH ONCE SHE LEARNS HOW SWEET HE IS?? Like whispered comments and laughs to eachother at the back of the class when once it would’ve been loud proclamations of love from James??

----- Slytherin Skittles---------

PLEASE, I NEED MORE FANART AND FANFIC THAT EXPLORES JAMES AND THE SLYTHERIN SKITTLES??? I feel like James would be a welcomed and beloved member of the Slytherin Skittles the same way Dorcas is a beloved and welcomed member of the Gryffindors??

Barty<3

They would just get along so well, like banter and fake flirting and shit??? To me, Barty has always been pretty similar to Sirius, and like, c'mon, James can definitely vibe pretty fucking well with someone similar to Sirius?? They probably love getting drunk together, and Barty loves teasing James about how Reg and Barty used to fuck?? Also like BPD james and BPD barty bonding??? James and Barty would be pookies?? argue with the wall???

Evan

In my own HC (’cause Evan has a lot of different personalities depending on the fic, compared to like Regulus, marlene, and Pandora who are much more consistent), I think Evan is more like Remus in that quiet, snarky demeanor but has a wild streak that Barty brings out. So, I feel like James and Evan would be those types of friends who you might not talk too much but still have that underlying bond and love talking to. James would be hanging with Regulus in his dorm when Barty and Reg would leave the room for a few minutes to do something, and they'd come back to their boyfriends talking animatedly about Quidditch or like the latest gossip.

Pandora

Please give me James getting all these foreboding warnings from Pandora and kinda just being like, "Okay, 👍." Like, even Reg gets a bit impatient with all the cryptic warnings Pandora gives, but James literally gives zero fucks. He will listen to Pandora yap vaguely about some dream for hours as they make flower crowns and braid each other's hair.

Dorcas

Please, Dorcas is so the older sister James never had? Whenever James needs some advice that he can't ask for from the Marauders, he always goes to Dorcas, and they have a good drink as they talk. (Also, I feel like they got especially close once Dorcas started hanging with the Gryffindors.)

Regulus

Must I explain James' relationship with the love of his fucking life? I think my blog is pretty self-explanatory about how I feel on this. (I’m not bothered typing a 500-word essay describing them again.)

[oceanfruitsstuff]

I absolutely adore Will Byers, I think there’s so much to him that’s a lot quieter—meaning, in comparison to other characters, a lot of what he might be thinking or feeling or even experiencing is up for a lot of interpretation, which I find extremely captivating. The acting that is done with his character is always very precise in a way that you have to really watch, which I believe makes him the most mysterious character—at least to me.

For the first and second season, we really see him just go through hell and we have such little insight about what he’s really feeling or experiencing. He’s closed off to most of the other characters and, usually, when Will is speaking it’s from another character’s POV. Even when Mike and Will are in the basement, and he’s kind of delving into what he’s experiencing, Mike does jump to the fact that El would understand. I have always disagreed with that, I don’t think anyone can quite understand what Will experienced or continued to experience after the upside down.

His relationship to the Upside Down and everything that came about in season one is vastly different than any other character. Will had no idea where he was or what was happening, he was completely alone. He wasn’t solving any sort of mystery, or creating closer bonds through trauma, or even with El, who had this awful traumatic childhood, was significantly more equipped and “combat ready” to deal with the monstrosity of the Upside Down. Not that anyone had fun during that season, it was extremely traumatic for all of them; but, they had eachother. Will had nobody. Then he came back, and it kind of happened again, during these awful blowouts with the upside down he’s been isolated. During those pivotal times where all the characters grew closer to try and save Will, or solve the upside down, Will was alone—so his trauma with the Upside Down/Vecna is probably more horrifying than anyone can really comprehend. They don’t fully relate to him and he can’t fully relate to them.

Then in season 3, it was somewhat breezed over. Not that they forgot, I think there are so many characters that they shifted focus to different relationships, and the new characters brought in. Will wasn’t in danger anymore, so he wasn’t the primary focus and was more clumped into the group. Which is okay, but it leaves a hefty amount of mystery surrounding him. I always find the little comments made about Will things I latch onto when rewatching the show, because I personally think they’re so important.

Nancy calling the Byers in season 3 wanting to talk to Will.

Dustin’s, “god we need Will” I believe has way more depth than him just being good at drawing.

He’s so helpful in these crisis’ that not having his insight can appear detrimental.

Or even each character’s immediate attention whenever Will is talking about Upside Down related issues.

There’s this trust they have with him, I believe, that’s shown in such small ways. He doesn’t talk that much, but when he does, he’s right, and they all know that.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I just enjoy the subtly of Will. I think he’s very respected by all of them, which I appreciate, and also is extremely sharp with how he uses his senses.

Anyway what I’m saying, is season 5 is going to be so exciting because out of everyone, Will has the most questions surrounding him. Why can he sense the mind flayer? What happened to him in season one? Why was he taken? How did he survive? What was his experience? Why was he able to sense it after being free, since just being in the upside down obviously doesn’t give you true sight since El, Nancy, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Dustin don’t have it. What even took him in the first place? Because whatever it was has mind powers, was it Vecna? There’s something so special about him that we still know very little about. I don’t know, this is still all opinion based. I think he’s a captivating character, and while he can be a bit quieter, we still get to see how smart he is with just the way he approaches situations.

He deserves a happy ending, and it’s going to be very fun to watch a canonically gay character in such a huge show like this get the spotlight he deserves without (hopefully) being tortured or mind controlled all season.

[magewritesstories]

I enjoyed your Harry Osborn headcanons! You should do more for that character!!!

[ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴏꜱʙᴏʀɴ ] ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ

summary: a few headcanons of what I think Harry Osborn would be like in different couple tropes TW: none note: which romance trope do you think suits him best?

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪ — ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

okay so obviously I had to start with this one

it's not my favourite trope, but it fits well with some characters and i think harry is definitly one of them

imagine growing up with peter and harry and being besties

if you have a childhood friends trope y'all definitly have tons of inside jokes that he brings up constantly ( before and after you start dating)

both of you are definitly pining idiots lol— peter doesn't notice ofc (oblivious bby), but the minute gwen meets y'all she understands and does everything in her power to get you on a date

if harry realizes/falls first it would definitly take a while for him to understand that he has romantic feelings towards you and not just platonic ones

if you realise/fall first there's probably a lot of confusion of whether he's flirting or just being friendly

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɪ — ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ

so harry doesn't really strike me as a person who tries hard in school

but i do think he's one of those people who's just effortlessly smart, y'know?

personally it would annoy me, so i think that's how you're rovalry starts

it would be completely one-sided though— but he definitly noticed your annoyance and though it was hilarious

you would ask him what he got on a test and he'd say he got a super high score depite not studying just to see you get all annoyed and try to hide it

when you get a few point less than him he'd ask if you needed his help studying

definitly got hit by a book because of that once

But one time the teacher pairs you up, because they always see the two of you interacting and comparing answers after a test and in their blissfull ignorance (that only a teacher could have) assume you're friends

after the project you two do become friends and asfter a while he asks you out because— have you seen how cute you are? how could he not?

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɪɪ — ꜰᴀ��ᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ

one of my favourite tropes when done right (and even when it's not, simply because it's always funny.)

i think you would either start fake dating 'cause of image (harry's playboy ways do not go over well with the board directors at oscorp)

or because you're both career driven and need people to get off your back about dating

but between the answering questions of curious journalists at press confrences and going to fancy restaurants just to give the paparazzi some pictures the two of you get to know eachother better

harry asks you all kinds of things, "because he needs to be able to answer questions about you"

and in return you ask him things too

and slowly but surely the fake handholding and glances from the other side of the room turn into real ones

the press definitly finds it suspcious though

because one you two start actually dating harry's a lot more private about it

other harry osborn fic

[ao3gobi17]

What I forgot to add to the what if maze runner,

In the books and movies before the kids get put in the maze they wipe their memory so that none of them have any memories of anything before the maze.

So obviously, spider wouldn't recognize Quaritch, would that fuel his anger even more? Or would he be glad, because that means he could keep spider in the dark about what happened and spin his own story about what happened.

Also, in the books WCKD gives the kids different names when they get put in the maze like Thomas' real name before the maze was Stephen. So in this scenario it would mean that spider thinks that his real name is spider. Would that infuriate quaritch even more? Since spider was named after him?

I'm also curious as to how quaritch and the team would handle spiders trauma.

I also think that they would be pretty impressed by what spider can do, since they were pretty self sufficient in the maze.

Maybe spider was a runner and has a great condition that could come in handy (weather it comes in handy for spider or the team remains the question lol)

You could write a good crossover fic out of this, you should consider it!!

That's a great question about Custody-Quaritch and the memory stuff. I think ultimately Quaritch would care more about Spider's wellbeing than how Spider felt about him. I know that's a tricky one because he's done things in Custody that are not beneficial to Spider's wellbeing, but he sees much of it as temporary measures (eg Spider won't be 'kidnapped' forever, because he's going to want to stay with his dad once he gets used to everything). So even though in this MR scenario Q would benefit from being able to shape the narrative to Spider however he liked, he would care more about the distress/confusion Spider would feel if he couldn't remember his past.

And in fact, depending on how you squared the timeline, if Q had only broken out of prison and the government (WCKD is the government, right?) was evil then Q is very much not the bad guy other than the question over whether he killed Paz. He's escaped the bad guys and rescued Spider. So he doesn't have a lot to defend about his actions at this point and he definitely would prefer for Spider to have his memories. Even more importantly, if Spider didn't know who Q was then Spider might feel kidnapped rather than rescued and he might feel suspicious of Q. Q wouldn't have the childhood memories to fall back on either - we cannot underestimate how much Spider's memories of those first 7 years are in Q's favour in Custody.

That was a really long way of saying Q would want Spider to have his memories LOL.

Q would not be delighted that Spider didn't know his name was Miles, he'd be pretty mad at the people who messed with Spider's head like that, but I don't think he'd be so hung up on it just because Spider is named after him. Like if Spider approached Q right now in Custody (hard with a whole cliff between them lol) and said 'I go by Spider nowadays, would you call me Spider? It would mean a lot to me' I think Q would agree to do that for him.

The recoms and Q would both be impressed with Spider indeed - I think they'd all be able to relate to eachother a bit better because some of their experiences and abilities probably align. Spider himself could have quite a different personality from the one we see in Custody too, probably more brash, less serious, less insecure, taking more impulsive risks than calculated risks. So I could see him fitting in with them well. Of course, if he was just super traumatised by everything, then maybe we'd see a different Spider again! I reckon the recoms would have some harrowing tales to tell from armed conflicts, so they might be able to help Spider find some kind of normalcy about what he'd been through and give him hope for recovery.

And needless to say, Q would be exceedingly protective! <3

[hastings727]

I'm Starting to Figure out Living Better.

It took 31 years to figure out "oh yeah just go back to school and learn stuff". I guess I hated school as a kid so much (not to mention the buckets of childhood traumas, thanks mom and stepdad) that I couldn't even see potential for anything in my life.

I'm in school right now, a local community college, for a videography course. Multiple courses to get a certificate, which is not a degree but its something. I have a friend who works for a production company and I'm fairly certain I could get a job with them, whatever it might be.

So I'm taking the courses, and they're fun. They are the literal first in-person courses I've taken since 2011, when I was barely 20. And those were literally just the pre-req classes for english and math, all for me to take a programming course after, and give up 3 weeks in. Ugh.

But what makes me so happy is that not only are the projects interesting, I actually accomplish them. Not only do i accomplish them, I'm getting multiple ideas for videos, doing all the extra work like doing a storyboard (which was so hard at first until my teacher was like "you dont have to be good at drawing"). We have our final project right now and I'm shooting it today, but i also have a different idea for it that I wanna do just because.

This sort of enthusiasm hasn't been present for me like, ever. The only time I enjoy stuff, its entertainment. I put myself down way too hard whenever I tried to create stuff before. Drawing, gave up Web design, gave up Blender, gave up.

And more "boring" jobs just felt like a chore to learn, like I took a class for medical coding but it all felt like being back at high school again. Worksheets on worksheets, all online so I had no one to help or push me along. I think being in a classroom and having creative assignments being given by actual teachers, in person (And have been so nice and helpful), has helped me so much.

My teachers have been so good, not only in instructing but in making me feel like I can accomplish this stuff. They never make me feel dumb for not understanding something. When I finished the first major project, I remember feeling so bad about it, and I told my teacher "I think this is bad, I did a bad job, i dont want ppl to see it" and he said "I understand how you feel, but you have to understand that you're a beginner, and so is everyone else. You can't expect to be good right out the gate. We all critique each-others work together, and its not to put eachother down, its to give valid criticism so that we can get better."

And that one little speech he told me broke a lifetimes worth of negative attitude. I was so changed, I told him I'd like to be first or 2nd to present my video, because I wanted to know what I did wrong. And after the video was over, all my classmates told me "I don't know why you were worried, that was great!" They all still gave me their criticism, and so did my teacher. And we did that for everyone. It was such a respectful and kind atmosphere.

Someones gonna read this and go "Revima, that is literally a normal educational space." To which I'd say "I'm sure you're correct but I have *issues*."

[luxpurplishgreen]

Collection Post Update – Danny is mistaken for Tim at work AU

This story thread just keeps growing. Great work people!🌟

It's time for an update to the collection post...

I've gotten better at these posts and have decided to not individually tag one-line additions most of the time, since there can be a lot of those. If you want to keep an eye on a post thread like this, remember that you can subscribe to the post instead of asking for tags.

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First there was some nice feedback tags from: @stealingyourbones @wolfjackle @luxaofhesperides @ostrich-recs @ashoutinthedarkness @flopy-hana @magicalgirlcrazycatlady @keimiwolf @summerfox1988 and @09shell-sea09

#I truly appreciate you tagging everyone for their work their did thank you #hell yeah collection post #and the thick plotens

#dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #identity shenanigans #it got better! #all collected into one place #this is perfect #love it

#dc x dp #long post #fic #ooooh now i wanna write for this prompt. such a fun idea!!

#dpxdc #luxpurplishgreen doing gods work #tim & danny #danny fenton #tim drake #tam fox

#AAAPDMFNROSLSNF!!!!! #its all together!!!! #danny phantom #dpxdc #dc #timothy drake #danny fenton #danny looks like tim #danny is alternate universe/reality tim #adopted!danny #mistaken identity #body double #danny pretends to be tim #danny works at wayne enterprise #compilation

#dude. i give to you the title of archivist. thanks

Reblogging to share this chaos with the world!

#long post #like really long #but i love it so much

#danny phantom #dc comics #dpxdc #it got put together!#someone did their research and I’m glad it wasn’t me

So thank you for those tags!💜

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Then some real new content got started by: @ameliandil

This is very interesting to me! I’m not sure how Danny would have nothing better to do, but a bit of universe jumping could possibly help with that! Or if he’s taking online classes mostly in Gotham. Or dealing with a ghost problem there.

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@brierburrbrito added:

This is all made so much funnier if we assume Danny is in Gotham due to a summoning and just doesn’t know how to get back because he doesn’t know which universe he’s in.

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@unordinarywarlord tagged:

#so many good additions #i love them all #though i think Danny as Red Robin substitute is hilarious #it probably only works because Tim is sick #because Danny and Tim fight differently since Danny is a cunning brute force it kind of way and Tim is more of a strategic fighter #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp

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@jenny-green-teeth tagged:

#long post #dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #considering both their dads are named jack im surprised no one pulled an au jack thing #so they're technically half brothers who happen to be the same age #one got obsessed with ghosts and one got obsessed with old shit #fan fic

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@purpletigerss added:

I've seen observations that Tim's unhealthy childhood habits probably stunted his growth. They look identical until you put them next to eachother and Danny's bigger.

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@fanspecies added:

I love this. Do Sam, Jazz m, and Tucker get involved as well? Also why can I see Tim also being Danny.

Like let’s say the GIW have a hunch he’s phantom and that’s why he’s on the run. So Tim decides to help and gets “captured” and they do a blood test, and since he’s a alternate version of Tim the DNA is like 99.9% the same and like oh theres no ectoplasm in his blood.. oops sorry.

The Danny as Phantom comes in and saves Tim and since they’re in the same place at the same time they drop the case and continue to look for clues on who Phantom is. Thankfully Tim helps take the GIW along with their friends. And now Sam, Tucker, and the rest of the Fentons are able to visit Danny when they want to. And when the Fentons meet Tim they include him in the family like they did with Danny and Dani. Which makes the Batfam jealous that Tim is getting along with them.

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@mygood-bitch99 tagged:

#long post #lmao #tumblr ficlet #can this be counted as a group project? #collective writing :)) #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dc comics #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #writing prompts #i adore this so much!!! #?￰ﾟﾒﾕ? #i shall save this and cherish it forever! #please tag me if there’s another addition to this!!!

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@one-damned-fool tagged:

#RIP other branch #lost to the tumblr jungle

And Same. Poor other branches.😢

But that made me wonder. Is it really alright for me to copy-paste content like this? It's not like I could message every single contributor and ask for permission, and I try to credit everyone, but I'm not sure if anyone will get annoyed that their linked post additions aren't shown?

I wish there was a way to re-arrange whole post chains when rebloging. :/

I made an edit to my post before the first Collection Post on just this theme:

“Edit: Dammit, this post has branched. Knew I read a longer version before. Check the reblog list for so much more content.

Is there any way to link together sprawling branched posts like this?”

And @ashoutinthedarkness answered me (but they don't seem to have a solution either...):

Dude I wish there was. If you could somewhat arrange the order of the reblogs too (maybe have a symbol or something to show that they're not in the order they were originally?) You could combine the branches and make compilations easier (without having to screenshot and tag)

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Ok, but the idea of Danny being an alt. Tim is kinda great and tragic bc it means that either way he's kinda doomed to neglectful parents (whether his parents are by birth or adoption) and to being exposed to the realiving juice (ectoplasm vs lazarus water - are they the same? Different?) (tim was exposed to the pit right? Haven't read the comics so I have no idea).

#danny phantom#dp#dp au#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc#batman#danny fenton#tim drake#danny is tim from an alternate dimension/universe#danny is adopted by the fentons#there are now two tims#and both have previous experience with clones

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@meira-3919 added:

I think Barbara knows... I mean, she's Oracle!

Oracle finds out, but Danny and Tim bribes her to keep silent, plus it's good blackmail, she won't pass that up!

#Barbara Gordon is in the loop!

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Then @cyrwrites @autisticamerican and @justagirlinacape added some encouraging tags:

#dp x dc #holy shit this thing is on fire #alternate universes

#dp x dc #danny fenton looks like tim drake #long post #like REALLY LONG #but worth the read tho #i promise

#danny phantom #dc comics #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #absolutely incredible #wonderful work everyone

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@thatgaydemigodnerd added:

Tim, before the batfam find out about Danny, organizes a charity event. He promises some of the local Gotham heroes will be present and he has word from red robin personally that he will show up.

Bruce knows of course, he helped Danny sue everyone for harassment, he's in on the joke.

Dick, Damian, Babs, Jason, Duke, Steph? They know of absolutely nothing.

During patrol that night night wing is chastising red robin about potentially giving up their identities! How dare you say such a thing you can't be in two places at once!

Red robin just smiles and asks if night wing can make it to the event or not.

Cue the event and red robin is there, as promised, standing next to Tim, shaking hands with his personal assistance right behind them.

(Tim is in the suit and Danny is going as Tim, but people don't know that)

Red Robin gives a very convincing speech about fighting crime by going down to the root and facing societal inequalities, Danny (fully according to script) says that Wayne industries is planning on building better infrastructure in the poorer areas of Gotham, including funding better healthcare facilities and offering job opportunities to those in need.

Dick still cannot figure out how Tim pulled this off but he's given up at this point. If you can hide a missing organ who says you can't have grown a clone in 2 weeks without telling anyone

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@the-infamous-only added:

I need to know If Alfred is in on the joke. That would make it so much better, everything wise.

He is literally in charge of everyone's health he'd have to know. He would figure it out on sight.

Does he cover Danny's ass on injuries that should take him off patrol? Does Danny get invited to Family breakfast or dinner?

Just two Tims sitting side by side at the table. Nothing odd going on here. Does Alfred also call him Master Tim, just to stir shit?

While the rest of the kids try to figure out what the hell is happening. Speaking to Tim in one part of the mansion and finding him again in minutes doing something entirely different, like just returning home.

#and the thick plotens #Tim is still a teenager and will do some batshit pranks on his family #dpxdc au #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny is such a mood #danny phantom au #danny fenton

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@iconicanemone and @mug-of-shark tagged:

#I absolutely love this and all the different paths this took

#i #i don’t know much about batman or danny phantom but like #i would genuinely love a fic of this

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@catwithmanyhats added:

If it goes the 'Tim from another dimension' route if they ask Danny if he was adopted he should just drop 'Yeah, my parents found me near a dimensional portal.'

#dp x dc #the fentons did not care #they confirmed it was not a ghost portal #so it is not interesting #free kid!

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@moonkat78 added:

Skipping back/ forwards several steps, Danny originally applied for an engineering job, but also as a passion project down the line mounts the aerospace division of WayneCorp + nerds out about the Watchtower and routinely does external repairs in ghost form, giddy he gets to experience the cold vaccum of space. Space is the one area where he hisses possessively if Tim tries to have an opinion about the large company-scale decisions.

But, and I can not stress this enough, Danny comes at it from a :sparkle: science :sparkle: point of view and collaborates on research with various international space agencies. Plus, ya know. The JL, GL corps, and whoever else. This isn’t a Musk/ Bezos situation.

Danny builds Jason the Outlaws another ship/ upgrades and he and Arsenal aren’t to be left alone together. The generated goodwill rubs off on Tim.

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@leafbracer98 added and tagged:

Everyone else: what is Red Robin doing out? Tim you have a cold!

Duke, who can see “Red Robin” glowing bright green: hey what the fu-

#Tim texts him not to ruin this for him.

#Tim just thinks Duke can somehow see through the disguise

#Duke thinks Tim made a deal with the devil or something. #depending on if Tim knows about Phantom

#Danny just catches Duke by himself and asks him not to tell.

#If Tim does know #Danny decides to pull poor Duke through a rooftop to beg him not to blow this #and Tim promises Duke he will do his post patrol paperwork AND homework for a week

#Duke is morally conflicted but also hates his history teacher and doesn’t want to do her boring essay. #so he agreees #they never tell anyone #even after Danny is introduced to the family #even after Phantom is revealed to be Danny

#Leaf Speaks #dc x dp #danny phantom #DC

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And that was all of it for now! 🖤

Now go forth my fellow lovers of shenanigans and do the writing thing again.

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Short DPXDC Prompts #232

Danny starts as a low level intern in Wayne Industries and is very concerned when people keep referring to him as Tim and keep asking him to sign papers and attend meetings that aren’t remotely in his job description.

[ramayantika]

Greetings! I'm new to your blog and this is my first ask!

Can I have a Lord Krishna x Beautiful!Shy!Gopi reader oneshot where the Reader and Sri Krishna are just spending time with eachother? Some fluff? Pls?

*sips in motivation drink to write this and not keep the story inside my head*

A/n: Here both Krishna and Y/n are older like maybe around 16 or 17 but according to various texts, Krishna left Vrindavan as a child. I obviously deviated from canon to write this.

It had been a week since Y/n and her family had relocated to Vrindavan from Barsana. As much as she loved her childhood home, she couldn't help but fall in love with Vrindavan too. The lush forests, beautiful flower bushes whose fragrance could be smelt miles away, the sparkling Yamuna river flowing in all her grace, the green pastures for the cows and the abundance of the pious Tulsi in Vrindavan had made her fall in love with the place.

She was yet to make some friends with the maidens from the town. Her mother had told her that to socialise with the other females, she had to only go to the river at in the morning and evenings when all of them would come there to fill their pots with water for their homes. The previous week did not give her much time to step out of the house, and she herself did not want to go alone to avoid any chances of losing her way back home.

But today, she had decided to step out and take a round to see the town. Coincidentally, her mother had asked her to get some flowers for the sandhya aarti in the Gauri temple. The temple was situated in the centre of the town where almost everyone would gather for worship. Y/n's family too decided to take part in the puja.

Swinging her basket in her wrist, she walked inside the forest. Her mother had told her where to find the flower bushes that weren't very deep inside the forest. Being alone in the forest, she slid her dupatta from her shoulder and let it fly with the gentle breeze that blew around her. She took a deep breath and smelt the beautiful fragrance of the wildflowers and a smile teased its way on her lips.

From a distance, she could hear a gentle tinkling sound of bells and hooves. The men in Vrindavan were mostly cow herders. The sun was soon to go away and make way for the moon and stars. By evening, all the cow herders would come back home after feeding their cattle.

Y/n took a right turn as instructed by her mother and found the flower bushes. The bushes were filled with fresh jasmine flowers, beautiful roses, large hibiscus flowers, yellow marigolds that looked like the bright sun and soft white Palash flowers. She ran her fingers over the jasmine flowers and plucked some of them and placed them in her basket. Plucking two large red hibiscus flowers, she gently placed them in her basket. Bending down to the roses, she closed her eyes and took in their fragrance when she heard a voice.

'Who are you? I haven't seen you here before.'

Y/n immediately turned back and her eyes fell on a lovely sight. In front of her stood a boy with a complexion like the dark sky during the monsoon season. His curly hair fell just to his shoulders which made her think of the night sky. However, it was the boy's eyes that gathered most of her attention.

His eyes possessed a beautiful curve and as he blinked, his eye lashes gently touched one other which made Y/n think of a butterfly flapping its wings. Those eyes possessed a tender look which made her feel lost in them.

Could a mere gaze make one feel so many different things? This boy's gaze did. With his gentle fluttering lashes, Y/n's heart skipped a beat.

Blisfully unaware that she was staring at him, the boy waved his long slender fingers in front of her face, effectively bringing her back to the present.

'Earth to you, beautiful one,' said, the boy, in a sweet cheerful voice. 'I asked you a question before, but you did not answer.'

'Oh, yes... I am sorry. I got los-. Never mind, I am new to the town, so you never saw me before,' said, Y/n who was deeply flustered. Composing herself, she closed her eyes for a second and then looked up to him confidently. 'May I know your name? I don't know much people here.'

'I am Krishna. And you are?'

'Nice to meet you, Krishna. I am Y/n from Barsana.'

Krishna. The way she spoke his name made his heart flutter in his chest. He had seen a glimpse of her in the flower bushes when he and his friends passed through it. He knew everyone in Vrindavan but was curious about the new girl, so he had asked his friends to go home without him.

Y/n too had curly hair like him which was tied into a loose bun. Some of her curls had come out of the bun but she looked beautiful even then. In between her eyebrows was a red bindi and her eyes were lined with kohl, highlighting them more. Her dupatta was loosely draped around her shoulder, some of it was even brushing on the soft soil of the forest.

'Lovely to meet you too, Y/n. May I ask why are you here in the forest at this time? It gets dark soon here and you are new to know your way around the forest,' said, Krishna.

Adjusting her dupatta, Y/n answered him with a friendly smile, "Oh, don't worry about that. My mother wanted some flowers for the sandhya aarti today. She had told me before hand about these flower bushes. These aren't very deep in the forest so I can easily find my path out of the forest. With time, I will explore the forest more. It's such a lovely place.'

Krishna walked to a rose bush beside her and plucked one of them, his thumb caressed the red flower petals. 'In that case, I think, I will see you again at the temple.' His eyes went to the flower in his hand. Gently raising the flower, he turned his gaze towards Y/n and said, 'We have met just now and every friend I make, I always leave a small token of friendship with them. I would like to give you something too.'

A bashful smile on her lips, eyes slightly to the side, she nodded, saying, 'Umm I won't mind it. You are my first friend here.'

'Even better!' exclaimed Krishna, as a bright look flashed in his eyes. Bringing the flower to his lips, his lips kissed the flower ever so gently and with a smile, he brought the rose near her hair and whispered, 'May I?'

'Yes, you may,' muttered, Y/n, fiddling with the embroidered border of her dupatta.

Krishna entwined the rose bloom in her bun, his fingers expertly moved with the curls to keep the flowers in place. Y/n's heart sped up realizing their close proximity. She could smell the fragrance emitted by the flower garland he wore around his neck. The flowers brushed against her arm, a cool sensation crept on her skin.

'Roses suit your hair. I hope you will wear them more often,' said Krishna, stepping back to look at his work. He liked how the rose adorned her hair. She looked more lovelier with the rose in her dark hair.

His fingers swiftly plucked a fistful of Parijata flowers and placed them in her basket.

'I should take your leave now, Y/n. See you in the temple.'

Krishna walked away from her with an elegant gait. His feet were pinkish with some of the dust from the soils of the Vrindavan forest. His fingers twirled a flute around them and with a whistle he was walking out of the forest. Y/n couldn't help but admire his retreating form and wondered how could such a beautiful being exist on earth.

'Bhuvan sundara Krishna,' she smiled to herself and touched the Parijata flowers which Krishna had given her.

As she made her way out of the forest, her thoughts were filled with Krishna. His magnetic eyes, beautiful smile, his elegant gait and his gentle voice. Had the Gods created him to be their most perfect creation?

She would never know that. But she had her days to admire this handsome lad of Vrindavan and get to know more about him.

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I guess I slightly deviated from the request but I don't know my mind wanted to write something like this. I hope this was upto your expectation.

[muffindaddystyles]

Hates to, Hate you.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry realizes that hurting Y/N broke him into pieces and tries to win her back with the confession of true feelings, will Y/N let him? If yes, how? How will he walk through fire for her?

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader!with anxiety.

AU: fake dating, slow burn, sexual tension, enemies to lover!

Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual assault, language, adult topics. 

PART 1, MASTERLIST

"Please, stop." He says dolefully rubbing his eyebrows to get rid of the ache pounding in his head. 

He's miserable. It hurts to not have her with him. It's been two tragic months of going through constant sleepless nights, disrestless stomach, intoxicating himself to forget her,  staring at things like a hawk and missing her terribly.

He was alone before her and never felt this lonely.

He sees her everywhere. In his dreams and her shadows in his drawing room getting excited over a ceramic vase someone gifted him. Dancing in his kitchen to the beat of pink floyd and hip-checking him for a cheerful nudge, in his back garden rescuing a sparrow who broke it's neck and in his attic stressing over her assignments. 

Everything reminds him of her. The fruity drinks that the barista's handing to the people, the fairy lights upon their heads and how she used to fond over them —- buying it for his bedroom too and when he refused to hang them, she just brushed off his snarky comment and did it herself. 

The ring in Harris finger floods back all the bitter-sweet memories of the time he refused to have a lil fun with her, (Y/N and Harris made friendship rings and bracelets for eachother with the colorful beads to spend their boring time in his home waiting for him to write some lines before they went to a gumball shop) as they try to knock some senses in their friend's brain, "You tried to dodge a heartbreak and still ended up shattering your heart, yourself." They worry about him. That he's been bearing the pain all alone and not sharing it with anyone. 

His voice croak-y and hoarse, "How's she?" The question haunts him. She blocked his phone number and even in the wee hours of night he wrecks his mind whether he should call her or not, he couldn't because she doesn't want to hear his voice. 

He misses her voice. He misses her complaints and whines as if they filled the stoic parts of his life with happiness. 

"How'd I know?" Harris lowers down to rest their elbows on the table, "I -- I thought . . she isn't in contact with ye'?" When Harris shakes their head with a gesture that he's being truthful it sinks his heart furthermore. 

He clears his throat, twisting the jewels on his hand and sucks his bottom lip to muster some courage, "I've been seeing someone." Harris chokes on the boba they were chewing on for so long, "You what?" They are completely perturbed at his statement. Even though they've been working together and been friends before Y/N came in the picture, she's still their bezzy and we don't betray our bezzies like that. 

"Yeah, someone to help me sort me feelings out." Harry frowns confusedly and then realization washes upon him so he becomes frantic in his chair, "No . . not what you're thinkin'." He runs his fingers through his hair to subside the twitch in them. 

"A therapist, 'm talkin' bout a therapist . ." He sighs watching his tea waft down sympathetically. 

"Oh. That's a good start, Harry!" Harris tries to bring the same dimply boyish smile that used to flutter over his lips whenever she used to tease him, unfortunately it never appears. 

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Y/N didn't handle her first ever heartbreak well. She lost her appetite, her focus on her studies and to her surprise didn't shed a single tear –-- it just kept piling in her chest and she waited for the moment it'd burst until she saw those pictures plastered all over social media. Pictures of him with some model that isn't a shorty pants like her at all, totally how those ladies described his type to be and someone with whom he wouldn't be embarrassed to hang out with. 

She's everything, Y/N's jealous of. Those sparkling blue eyes compared to her boring brown ones, handsome figure and the radiance of richness. 

Then she got stuck into her life responsibilities and worried about other things such that; she wasn't able to pay any bills and her flat's rent despite doing two part time jobs along with doing her class-fellows assignments in return of money and still got kicked out of it. Her close friend offered her to live in her studio and she has made it her kitchen, study, sleeping room with her stuff and clothes scattered everywhere.

She lives on noodles and toasted breads sometimes treating herself with delights of kit-kat bars in the middle of nights. 

Watches her friend do her work and leave when the night comes by —- she has never felt this lonely in her entire life. 

"So, was it love at first sight?" Nora her friend asks, handing her cuppa tea and a scone. Y/N let a weak sad smile slip, shaking her head and reminiscing all those moments where she was falling in love with him without even realizing, "Falling in love slowly patiently is the most beautiful . . . at some time I used to loathe his existence but staying with him and after knowing him, it was like --— an escapeless tunnel. I didn't realize it, till one day I woke up and my heart saw him in a different light, where I wanted to give him all me lovin' but he wasn't ready for it." She shrugs sipping the hot beverage and doesn't flinch from the burn that tingles at the tip of her tongue. 

When she put her cup aside Nora takes her hand assuring her sweetly, "You'll have that person soon -- he's just on his way, with a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear to give you the lovin' you deserve." Y/N giggles at that waving her off and not showing how her person is still Harry. What does she do to forget him? To fool her in thinking he isn't her first love.

"Aish, Nora aren't you gettin' late? Gooo." She had some clients to meet before she stopped here at studio to grab some things but it turned into a girlie hangout, "Take care honey and don't forget to put a bucket there." She points to the corner where water's dripping from the rooftop and Y/N exhaled an exasperated sigh of breath when the door clicks leaving her alone yet again. 

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It was past twelve and when usually she pulls an all nighter to study -- today she decided to sleep early. Her bad habit of overthinking kicks in again, this time it's not over some silly thing but she ponders over where she went wrong? She should've kept her feelings to herself and atleast would have been sleeping in her bed cuddled with her chonky cat Zippy. 

She misses Zippy badly. 

A noise of door unlocking loudly drags her from her reverie and her heart pounds against her ribcage ready to break it. Who could be at this hour of night? It could be Nora since she's the only one who got keys to the place. 

Sitting up quickly she squints against the blinding lights and watches someone's boot stepping over her blanket that flopped onto the floor from the sofa she's sleeping on. 

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" He's Nora's boyfriend and her classfellow. He just shrugs tumbling his way towards the sofa and she tries to scoot back from him as much as possible, "I'm here to see you. . ." He slurs. It knocks her breath out, filling terror in her veins as the heels of her feet rub against the leather of the couch in her effort to be away from him. 

"What? This's not appropriate I -- I . . suggest you to call Nora s –- so, what're you doin —-" She squeaks in fear sinking into the couch when he towers over her and traps her under him with his hands on either side of her body aggressively, "I like you. Why don't you get it!!" She flinches when he shouts angrily with bloodshot eyes and the smell of alcohol disgusts her springing tears in her eyes. 

"Please, stop . . ." She whispers with silent tears running down her throat using all her strength to push at his shoulders but he grips her hips tightly and yanks at her sleeping shirt revealing the strap of her bralette. She couldn't even cry for help. It's useless so putting some belief in herself for the last time she uses all her power and kicks him in his crotch pushing him roughly on the floor. 

His nails tear at her delicate skin but she doesn't care before running out of the studio ignoring the names he's calling her from behind.

She runs away, away and away. Not thinking twice where she's going before crossing the bridges and tunnels. It feels like her ears are bleeding with the echo of loud horns of traffic and the hopelessness of her life makes her fall on her knees. She cries all the tears she was bottling up for months feeling like she's running out of time and reaching dangerously near to her end. 

She's been in the same neighbourhood she's been before many times. The chilly wind doesn't prick goosebumps over her skin, the night's darkness doesn't scare her and the stray dog that's barking somewhere in far doesn't affect her at all as she stares at the door from where she has stepped into her comfort space many times. 

Harry's with Scottie. His childhood friend who's here in London for some shoot. They were lounged in the living room talking their hearts out and their cringey memories from when they were small when he halted mid-talk, jaw slacking when his eyes took the sight of someone standing at his main door from the multiple security screens appearing on the telly. 

He doesn't believe at first. Thinking he's hallucinating and that maybe he just saw a flicker of a ghost but when she looks up revealing her sad face and those big brown eyes he rushes to open the door. 

"Fuck." He breathes out working on the heavy cold locks of the oak door with shaky hands anxiously and she was about to walk away with her back turned to him when he spurts out her name in haste, "Y/N." She listens to him. Insides breaking with the nirvana and scent of him surrounding her. 

His breath hitches in his throat when she spins to meet his apprehensive gaze and she doesn't give him a chance to have a proper look at her before falling in his arms, her head hitting his chest and body shaking vigorously as she sobs sadly. 

"Darlin'?" He asks worriedly, slipping his arms around her shoulders to lull her in his embrace, "Are you oka?" He feels like his stomach ate his heart as he anticipates an explanation from her and she isn't doing anything but crying. 

"You're scarin' me, pet. What happened honey?" He pulls away to cradle her face in his calloused palms. His chests pangs with hurt and remorse upon seeing her tear stained cheeks, wobbly blue lips, and disheveled state. 

He steps inside with her still in his arms and rubs his hand down her spine to calm her down as little sad sniffles and hiccups keep slipping out of her mouth. 

He sits her on the sofa squatting down infront of her and Scottie brings her water. When she refuses to drink it because Harry strokes his thumb against the apple of her cheek, "Shh, 's okay . . you're okay. You're with me now, sweet girl." It's like the world and anything else has blurred around him and his ever priority's focusing on her only. His observant gaze dawdles from her face to her bruised shoulder emitting an afflicted gasp of trepidity from between his lips and it deepens to a growl when it fell over her hip-bone where the fabric of her pyjama's spotted with blood.

He glances up at Scottie who gives him a knowing look of horror. He gets closer to her and she doesn't retract as his thumb streaks away the blood oozing from her shoulder gently, saying nothing as he examines it. 

After a brief pause Y/N's heart skips a nervous beat when he tilts her chin to have a better look at her face, taking in the evidence of someone handling his petal so brutally it left scratches at her face. 

Harry looks her dead in the eyes. His anger barely restrained tippling from the pot ready to leave burns, his voice is tense and quite, ears heating with wrath. 

"Who did this to you?" 

"Kevin." The tears are back at her waterline more concerned that he's panicking because of her and Scottie sits beside her massaging her shoulders. 

"Kevin, who?" Harry's question is curt controlling himself from finding this mother fucker himself and beat the shit out of him, "H -- he's my friend's boyfriend, I though --– was sleeping in her studio 'n 'n --- when he . . . he —-- " She hides her face in her palms unable to speak but Harry quickly pulls her down in a comforting hug whispering sweet things to stop her crying. 

She parts from him with puffy eyes and swollen lips shaking her head at her stupidity, "I … I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, 'm gonna leave — ' " She's a weeping blubbering mess trying to stand up on her jello legs with the help of the couch's armrest. 

He catches her wrist crying out, "No! Don't! please, please stay . . . . fo' me?" Scottie has never seen him like this. Bended out of shape for a person, begging them on his knees to protect them as he rambles loudly. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, I -- I'll go in the morning." Since she has nowhere to go it's better she sleeps here for a night instead of on the streets. 

Harry finds it ironic. That once he didn't want her overnights now he wants her all days and weeks, perhaps till the end of his life. 

He's gonna win her back.

He hands her his tattered comfy sleeping clothes and the spare toothbrush leaving her to it. When he comes back downstairs Scottie's waiting for him at the main door. 

"You should report a file against that bastard the first thing in the morning." Scottie tells him seriously and he nods. His head snaps when she spoke softly, smiling at him, "You're in love." 

"What?" 

"I haven't seen you like that with anyone, Harry. Make it to her foolish boi -- tell her what you feel." She laughs, jolting him with his shoulders and he smiles timidly bidding her a good-bye. 

The door to her room's ajar opened as he peeks inside to make sure she's okay and sighs deeply when finds her staring blankly at the ceiling. The floorboard creaks when he pads inside quietly and her stare diverts to him while he stands on the foot of bed, "I read somewhere that cuddlin' helps ye'sleep better, you w'na try?" She hums in return, fisting the duvet under her chin and slip shuts her eyes remaining stiff in her spot when he slides under the duvet closer to her. 

She turns into a puddle when his long arms wrap around her tummy, "Is this okay?" His voice a mere whisper of care earning an honest nod from her -- his thigh strings over her legs to cocoon her in his warmth completely, ". . and this?" She again nod at him so, 

He smushes his cheek into the crook of her neck and she could feel something moist on her skin while his lips puckered to speak, "Y/N?" He murmures broken and sad snuggling more into her. 

"Hmm?" She hums, the exhaustion from walking and crying this much forcing her to sleep, "I've missed you, terribly." Her heart leaps and she wants to exchange the familiarity of emotions but her tongue remains heavy in her mouth. 

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Her toes curls and fingers clutches the wrinkly fabric of the pillow case she had her head rested on but now it's slipping down from over it due to her body shaking vigorously as she tries to escape those filthy, gruesome hands like a terrifying shadows of evil choking her throat and sucking the life out of her. 

Harry's head snaps down to where she was snuggled to his side moments ago when she murmur-yells no,no,no,no'. He feels like someone placed a heavy brick over his chest at the sight of his lovie writhing like a leaf petrified of whatever she's dreaming of and his shoulders rolls back while he perches on his elbow to shake her gently out of it. 

"Y/N . . ." He remains dulcet. Chewing onto his already swollen bottom lip since he didn't even close his eyes the entire night manipulating the plush flesh, he doesn't know what kept him awake —- but it sure was this sense of responsibility to make her feel protected under his wings. She smacks his arm away pushing at his chest with her all might to skid away to the edge of the bed in her sleepy state, so he quickly hunches on wobbly knees to catch her before she falls. 

"It's just me, Angel, Harry –- wake up darlin'," His heart beating ominously frantic and head jumbling with horrible thoughts of what she's going through as her warmed up cheeks soak with tears, he has never seen her like this, he never wanted to see her for the first time after months like this --- shattered to pieces and drained of her energy.

He smooths his thumb to caress her cheek slightly and swipe those sad tears away. She wakes up with a gasp making him jerk his chin back, blinking rapidly to confirm her surroundings and her fearful vision zeros to his panicked features. She places her palms against his pectorals to make sure he's real and there and that ugly nightmare just ended, "Harry?" He gulps the thick web of tears down his throat and bobs his head. 

"Yes, sweet girl, Harry . . ." The very streaks of golden rays sneak through the curtains and dances between their faces as she fists the hem of his shirt, "It was just a nightmare." He assures her running his hand up and down her arms to calm her down. 

"Don't be afraid, dovie' won't let anybody hurt ya from now on, g'na protect you —--" It was the last straw for her before she flipped him over and climbed out of his bed to get out from his room. 

"Shit." He drives into a state of frenzy following her down the stairs like a puppy almost missing a step or two as she wears the slippers she came in last night, "Where ye' goin'?" His muscles twitch in a hurry to make his next move and save whatever's between them that's keeping him sane, " Dunno, away from you." She shrugs, lost in her own fog and the sting in his heart's unbearable with the inflammation of hurt. 

"Why?" He tumbles through the last step and infront of her, eyes bloodshot and heart how from the squeezing agony of loosing her for second time for the same cause. 

"Because, I w'na forget about you!!" The scream she had in her lungs to convey her anger gets stuck in her throat. His shoulders slump from the burden of guilt and regret. 

"Why?" He feels like throwing up with the unbearable anguish of him hurting to a point he wants to wash his memories out of her mind. 

"Because you make me so confused, Harry…" Her face pinches into an exasperated expression of hopelessness while she nudges him aside to pass by him and to the main door but he catches her wrist before she could step outside and never come back to him, "I wouldn't confuse you from now on …. 've been better fo' you y/n, 'cos I want you to know that I'm yours." His confession springes her off guard by pure stupefaction and when she looks at him -- he's already gazing at her as if she's the moon surrounded by singing stars. 

"Please, let me fight for you baby." Tears springs at his waterline ready to welcome a sob out of his lungs. Because he knows he'll be unable to live his life without her, his love will rot in the cage of his heart because he'd never be able to express it for anyone except her. 

He continues not holding back anything from her instead unlocking another love language and that's being vulnerable and completely defenceless to her, "While being with you I still thought a part of me was in love with my ex and I didn't want ya to be me second priority, could neve', was so so wrong 'cos even though you're not my firsts you're gonna be my lasts. I'll make sure that you're." He gulps down the tears blocking his wind pipes and making it difficult to speak. 

"I want you to give us another chance, to forgive me and give me a proper chance to love you 'cos that's what you deserve . .." The sincerity and genuineness in his stained smaragdine irises turns her pudgy in his hold, ". . . you deserve all the lovin' in this world, honey." 

"Work for it then." She tells him and his pretty eyes widen adorably as of some golden fish, a vivacious smile adorns his features and he doesn't take a moment before swiping her off her feet and into his arms to hug her tightly. 

His insides feels like nourishing after a time with contentment and satisfaction. 

To have his loved one in his arms. 

In his life.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank youuu." He rambles into the crook of her neck, elated and joyful. Swaying their bodies together and making her smile softly after a prolonged time of suffering. 

She'll heal. 

He'll make sure to put ointment of affection and love on her wounds to help her heal, for herself but nobody else. 

// 

"You've got to be kidding me!" She mutters putting the alcohol swab on his torn bleeding knuckles and he squeaks locking his calf around her ankle, "Ouch! Ye' mad woman." 

Harry and her went to file a report against Kevin, along with Nora who became her witness because she despises that disgusting of a man to be even around her and her studio let alone her boyfriend. 

Harry was her biggest support through the whole process and dropped her off assuring her he'll pick all her stuff from Nora's place. There he was, Kevin. Stumbling at the footpath after Nora kicked him and his luggage out. 

Harry's very patient and optimistic but not when his loved ones get hurt. He didn't know what was happening around him before he sprinted towards Kevin and punched him square in his face, breaking his nose and busting his own knuckles with a fierce shout of "y'son of a bastard!" 

"If I ever . . . ever see ya near her, I promise that you wouldn't be able to see the living daylight." He grunted, resisting to hit him in the shin with his boots and walked past him to the studio to collect her stuff. 

He was grief stricken seeing the way she had to live and not finding her pet cat anywhere. His heart could be heard cracking into tinytinytiny pieces when Nora told him that Y/N gave it to the vet since she was unable to afford it. 

When she catches him staring up at her like a love-stricken puppy she huffs wrapping a band-aid around his knuckles, "'M mad at you." He seems unfazed making her gasp when brings her closer with his legs wrapped around her's, "Why . . . you're always mad at me." He whines jutting out his bottom lip and she shakes her head at his silly dotiness. 

"You -– you can't go hurtin' yourself fo' me, H." She's very unaware, because certainly he'd do it as many times. 

She narrows down her eyes to squint him in offense when he brushes her comment off with nonchalance and raises his bandaged wrist up to her face, "Will you kiss it better' fo' me, pet?" Her insides crumbles like dry rose petals falling from a beloved book of her favourite romances. 

"Hmm?" He nudges it in a questioning suppressing a smirk. She wipes her clammy and antiseptic hands down her trousers not meeting his gaze while taking his hand awkwardly but delicately closer to where her soft mouth is located; she halts glowering at him, "Only if you ask nicely." 

"That wasn't nice? Thought I was being a good boy there." He mumbles diligently pulling at the hem of her shirt and she bites down a smile, fingers still wrapped round his wrist. 

"Pretty please…?" He wheezes his words out begging-ly -- upper lip curving, pupils dilating and she shrugs, "..if you insist so.." His grin was immaculate that of golden sun when she pressed her lips to his knuckles carefully giving it a gentle pat afterward. 

"Not doing that again." She breathes out the air she was winding up inside her for so long. Spinning on her heels to turn her back towards him and put the first aid back under the sink, "We'll see 'bout that, let's do some grocery." He stands up patting his thighs loudly, "Wouldn't be surprised if we'll find bugs in me cabinet instead of goodies." 

// 

They've been roaming isles for an hour now and they always end up fighting who will push it. Harry doesn't let her because she keeps on filling it with instant noodles, chocolate bars and sakurai oreos. 

"How about we try to live till our fifties wouldn't be that beautiful?" He follows behind her closely. His chest brushes against her shoulders everytime she makes a stop to cooes over some brightly coloured food and candies, "'M trying to make it till next year, dunno 'bout you." She mutters grumpy-ly tossing another packet of cherry lollipop inside the trolley.

He puts it back. 

With a strict warning glare to her way. 

"I want you to stay healthy." He says sternly glaring up at her from his ducked position. She tosses the lollipop back from the shelf, "'M paying for my things." She dismisses him off panning deadly. 

"Fo' fucks sake, 's not 'bout money!" He grits annoyed at her stubbornness and she arches her brow leaning against the trolley, "Harry…'m not an actress or some high-paid model. Lemme enjoy real things, okay? Or just say you'd look too outta my league standing next to me." Her brows pints down into a frown and her shoulder slumps with her body further relaxing against the trolley. 

She's up for a debate with him right in the middle of the junk food aisle if that's the case.

"See. That's why I don't want to be married!" A couple from far banters off in astonishment catching Y/N completely off guard. 

"Uh-ah!" She yelps getting startled from the boom of interruption and a high-pitch squeaks leaves out of her petite lungs when the trolley rolls from under her perched elbow making her stumble for a nice trip but the bang never came as Harry coiled his arm around her waist to pull her on stable feet with a firm hand over her smallest of back. 

His gentle pupils flicker between her frenzied one's, noses tickling and teasing each other with each spurt of breath that rushes out of her parted soft mouth and against his cheek. 

"Maybe it's not that bad after all." The couple who were planning their future based on another couple, who's not even a couple yet but trying to work on it with their shared amount of affection; sighs in awement leaving Harry and Y/N in their own bubble. 

He takes her by the elbow and helps her with his lips thinned, "Careful there." His mumble is deep and coherent husk. 

She didn't whine about his green vegetables, boring low fat cheese and planned meals, celery or whatever that shit is, after that. Walking by his side like a kid who just got relief from his time out punishment. 

While on the counter she asked him politely rather than biting his head of, "Lemme pay please. I'm already imposing on you by staying at your place." She knows that he wouldn't let her. Harry wants to take care of her -- in every way. He just hopes she warms up to him slowly that there will be a day she thinks of his home as hers too, oh how the table turns! 

T'not make her think that his love for her is only restrictive to materialistic things he lets her pay --- but for half of it. 

"D'ya got a change, miss?" The cashier asks her and she cranes her neck up to him. He denies waving his credit card with a disappointed expression so she quickly takes a chewing gum from the racks beside in return for the change. 

He stops in his tracks. Watching her with glinting eyes more like fawning at her when she sways on her feet happily swinging the bag in her hold side by side. 

"C'mon Harry!" She grins twiddling her fingers in a gesture to usher him where she's standing beside his car, "Yup. On your command, darlin'." He shakes his head. To fetch himself from the fond-land he always enters with anything she does. 

// 

There's a low hum of telly buzzing in the room as they sit crossed legs on the coffee rug with their knees brushing if any of them moves their bum a tad, while they slurp onto the remaining soup in the noodles cup. 

This whole time he wanted to say something, to talk to her, his heart out and make it a domestic routine of sharing stuff while they eat comfy in eachother's presence but seems like his tongue betrays him everytime and his needy eyes always want to admire her and the little things she does. 

He licks his lips, nodding profusely when she asks for his cup and chopsticks to take to the kitchen. A huge sigh of relief vanishes out from his chest when she disappears inside giving him time to re-collect himself, he rummages through the bag to take out the chewing gum they bought at the last moment. 

He rips the packet with his teeth but it remains pressed there between his morals when he senses the familiarity of the foil --- she bought a fucking condom out of accident! 

At the same moment she pads outside halting in her tracks infront of him with a horrendous expression as her peepers wouldn't stop blinking. He doesn't not know what got into him but he throws it her way as if he's utterly disgusted by it. 

Sinks into the couch and refuses to meet her gaze. She throws it back at him, "I don't want it, keep it you might need it." There he goes. The smugness fuels back as he outstretches his arm over the back of the couch and man-spreads scrutinizing the way her eyes linger at his meaty thighs before flicking them away with a nervous gulp. 

"You've already planned it all out, hun?" He smirks rubbing the belly of his nose with his pinky's knuckle and she folds her elbows under her breasts shaking her head at his teasing, "Yeah planning to . . . murder you t'night." She laughs out evilly when his eyes widen comically. 

"Hmm. I see. Didn't know ye' were this kinky 'n naughty." She rolls her eyes at his edgy nip. She wouldn't admit it but him testing her patience turns her hot and flustered. 

"Night, H." She yawns and his heart grows ten times bigger at the softness of her appearance. She cranes her head against her shoulder to look at him from the spot she's standing at when his voice calls for her, "Y/N!? Ye'really into knives? In the bed I mean." His grin mischievous knowing fully well what he's doing to her as he waits for her answer propped on his knees. 

She slams the door at his face and he plops back into the sofa with a pouty victorious smile. 

// 

Harry didn't realise that in the middle of watching Gilmore Girls on the telly he fell asleep straining his neck from keeping it in a weird angle, his arms hugging the pillow and feet dangling adorably nowhere. He groans knuckling away the sleep and tries to wake up when he heard a feeble noise of someone taking his name until he looks up and finds Y/N towering him with her fluffy cream blanket pinched around her head darlingly. 

"What happened, pet? Y'okay!?" He gasps trying to sit up and take her precious face to inspect her properly but she shakes her head and lays him back gently. 

Her nose runny and cheeks rosied as she asks for a favour from him, "Can I -- um," She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater paw. He doesn't question her further and opens his long arms to welcome her for a warm embrace. 

"C'mere, pet." His whisper delicate to her. 

She lies down pressed to his front resting her head on his sprawled arm and scooches herself closer to him smiling shyly against his hoodie where a Harry is embroidered in pink thread. It's like a gust of fresh spring and dew of nighty mountains as Harry takes a relaxing breather snuggling her impossibly affectionately close to himself, petting down her sweet smelling hair. 

"Y'can talk to me 'bout anythin'." Their heart-beats in sync as he keeps his palm spread at her back to protect her from falling, "Ye' know that right?" He pulls back to cradle her chin between his fingers and look her in eyes sincerely. 

"I know that button. Sleep for now, hmm?" He smiles softly, shutting his eyes from giving out how much a mere love name's enough to fuse him into a cloud of giddiness. 

// 

In the morning though, Harry's a small spoon and Y/N a big one. Her limbs trying to latch to his body in every way possible with her cheek smashed against his shoulder blade. 

His lips quirks up into a lazy loopy smile full of contentment and peacefulness as he weaves his each finger into her's to bring her knuckles to his mouth and smother it in kisses, "Rise n' shine you furball." He rasps. chin doubling adorably as he tries to look at his squirmy girl. 

He turns to face her side, temples touching and lips hovering over eachother's skin. He feels her smiling against his chin as she cuddles up into him, "I'd like to make you a brekkie…." She murmurs playing with baby curls on the nape of his neck. 

"Dunno 'bout that. What if you poison me, t'death?" He giggles and she smacks his belly pouting grumpy-ly. 

"Offer, expired. no more brekkie for you." She tells him wiggling out of his grip and walks towards kitchen but burst into gleeful laugh when he wraps around her calves like a koala bear, "Was jokinnnn', babe." He emphasizes his words with a twinge of whine and she meanders her hand in his ruffled curls. 

"Kay! Kay! But, I could only make you omelette and sour bread." He jumps back on his feet enthusiastically looping his arm around her clavicles, "No problem. Glad t'eat  anythin' made from your lovely hands."

She made him brekkie and he made fabulous peach tea for them. She blabbered off and he listened with careful ears. He praised her with glinting proud eyes and she treasured these praises in her heart. 

While she chewed slowly he messaged his manager that he couldn't come to any working place for a week or so. He wants to make it special and memorable for them, their honeymoon phase. 

"D'ya have any class today?" He asks her leaning towards her atop the counter, "Nope 's Saturday dummy." She chuckles flicking her thumb against his forehead and he gives a dimpled grin with bolted shut eyes.

"Yeah … silly me." 

"Why?" 

"So that I could take ye' ona date." His inners bouncing desperate to know her answer, "Me?" She points at herself surprised with parted lips.  

"Yes you, is there somebody else sitting with us? Hello?" He calls for that non-existent person and she suckles her bottom lip to subside her squeals down. She breathes out, "Some ghostie? Evil spirit? Jesus himself —-" She cuts his banter of. With a light slap to the back of his hand. 

"Okay." She says with an excited shake of head happiness bare in her words and Harry literally slips from his seat padding towards her in haste, "I'd love to." She confirms with a sweet smile and he hooks his nimble finger around her jeans loop to pull her closer to him for a fervid emotional hug. 

//

She was a frolic mess in her room trying out her outfits and fitting into her skirts, trousers anything that could match perfectly. Deciding to terminate any ideas to wear cotton floral sun-dresses instead ends up tucking a baby pink sweater into her chequered white and black plaid trouser along with a pair of Mary Janes booties. 

She took huge puffs of breath to calm her wild heart down when the knock on her door appeared. He decided to be a full on romantic today doing all the date rituals without any shame dressing up in a silk shirt three shades lighter than her's, with a pussy bow around his neck and she thinks she couldn't be more in love with him as he has a bunch of sunflowers and jasmines in the cracks of his jewels adorned fingers. 

"Well, well, well, Look who came to their enemy's door holding presents." She smirks and he scowls, "Oh cut it. 'M here to pick y'up fo' our date." 

What makes her lose her mind's Zippy on his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness! Harry!" She leaps towards him and takes her fluffy beast in her arms and showers Zippy's crown with many many kisses, "Thank you!" She cries out joyfully wrapping her free arm around his waist and cuddles him for dear life. 

"I lo —-- " She thinks it'd be embarrassing to say it on the first date and Harry almost had a mini heart-attack but she changed her words, "I can't be more grateful to you, thank you so much." 

"Now, stop thankin' me hunny." He gives her the flowers he plucked himself from his backyard and kisses the apple of her cheek turning her into a gooey mesh. 

"Where is it?" She avoids checking him out. 

"Why should I tell ya?" He nudges her to lock her elbow around his and she gazes up at him with loving eyes, "'cos 'm your date that's why."

"Bribe me then." He grins bashfully. 

"Harry!!" She gasps and huffs tipy-toeing timidly to plant a soft kiss to his chin but it lands against his throat making him thin his lips to give out a noise that could embarrass both of them. 

"Not telling you." He squeaks dragging her outside into the porch and she whines, "You leech!" 

// 

"You did not!" She snaps her neck in utter exhilaration from the view in front of her and towards Harry who's watching her with puffed cheeks to not to give out his bunny smile as her face turns guppy. The sunshine dawdles around them and she pulls him down to her level with the tug of their intertwined hands, "You're somethin' else, Styles." It warms his blood. Bursting sentiments of pure love and amiability through each orifice that leads to his heart. 

"Only fo' you." He whispers stroking the plush of her cheek -- restraining to place his needy  lips on her alluring pillow one's inviting him to have a good taste of their sweetness before they could taste the ripeness of strawberries growing at the farm he just took her. 

"Uhm. Let's see who could collect more!" She grins pushing herself three steps away from him with support of his pecs, "What's the prize?" He asks pawing at her hips to keep her in intimate distance and she giggles tapping his chin. 

"A feeling of saccharine-ss and sweetness when we'll eat those strawberries out." She tries not to step on heavy branches that are still growing and makes her way to the fresh patch, "Perhaps, that could be acquired from eatin' somethin' else out too." His wet lips brushes against her earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine. 

"You're being very loud and lewd." She pokes him in ribs. Squatting down to pluck a juicy perfectly sized strawberry and hovering it against his mouth to give him a taste, "Hmm what could I say 'm a man of dirty words." His eyes darken to an intoxicating shade of emerald as his heart-shaped magenta lips wrap around the strawberry to split it in two with his teeth. 

He still remembers. How her mouth tasted that night, how her lips came molding around his's like a stamp of a lover's letter and her body fitted against his's like a lost piece of puzzle. 

Just made for him. 

"Harry …" She's out of words. Maybe, breath. 

"Yes dovie?" He hooks his finger into her belt's loop to saturate the thread like distance between them and makes tight hold at the nape of her neck to crane her head up to meet his honey eyed gaze, "D'ya know how to make strawberry mochi?" His shoulder slumps at her question and he rests his cheek atop her temple cutely. 

"Noo." His voice sort of whine-y. 

"No, problem. We'll make it together." She chuckles turning back to collect the strawberries into her basket. 

She never had this fun. Messing around with him. Feeding eachother the sweet fruit. Him scaring her that some rat sprinted by her feet and enjoying the way she jumps at him, only wheezing comically when she throws a blow at him. 

Her giggles bounces off each and every ivory flower and leafy plant as he pins her to the viridescent grass, with his thighs and tickles her non-stop. What started as raspberries turns into sloppy smothers of kisses all over her face. 

"Harry!!" She bursts into another fit of laughter, "Stop." She warns him squeezing her thighs around his waist and he giggles challenging her. 

"O'what? Huhh?" She closes her eyes nuzzling into his arm that's trapping her down, "Or I'll kiss you…" Her voice gentle and dulcet making his grip loosen and heartbeat fastens like a thunderbolt. 

"'M not afraid of that." He gives a toothy grin sneaking a glance at her hand which's gliding up his throat to cup his cheek, eyelids fluttering like petals from breeze as she smudges her sweet mesh coated lips against his's in a tenderly ardent, and yearningly amiable kiss feeling her pulse ring in her ears with so much force. 

His fingers make their home down her smooth hair to cup the nape of her neck, elbows digging into mud when he lifts her up to deepen the kiss sloppily. Just her. Only her. Swirling inside of him as his very thought. 

Their noses crooking perfectly, skins kissing and bodies hitched to eachother with the knot of souls. 

She whimpers into his mouth squishing the poor strawberry she was holding in her free hand from the intensity of fierce sentiments she's spiraling in; to have him all and swallow him all because he's that damn gorgeous. His tongue pokes and tickles the plush insides of her small mouth tasting the strawberry straight from where he loves the most. His belly burning with the fire of desire feeling the way her body's reacting with puriency to his subtle touches of affection. 

He was dying to have a kiss from her the day she gave him her lips that night and he couldn't resist but to think about it regularly. 

A wet filthy sound bubbles around them when they part away with the remnants of spit in the form of intricate strings connecting them; that breaks when he relaxes his forehead against her's taking a good breather of mossy air. 

"S' messy." He tuts when his eyes fall at her palm covered in strawberry pulp. 

She gasps giddy-ly when he pokes his pink tongue out and takes a huge swipe up her palm with an erotic hum that rattled her insides. 

"H -- arry." She nibbles at her bottom lip to filter noises she's unable to hold meanwhile he sucks her fingers one by one to clean them, her panties twisting with an ache of want. 

"Hmm. All nice 'n clean, now we should go." He says flipping her wrist to act as if he's inspecting it. Brushes the dirt of his trousers leaving her baffled and grumpy. When she doesn't stand up he squats down at her level arching a brow at her and before she could know what's happening she's thrown over his broad shoulder like a rag doll. 

Her squeals hearty and giggly as she tries to punch his back but her breath gets caught in her throat when his large hand comes spanking her butt-cheek. He waits for her reaction —- grinning cheekily when she sucks in her weak mewls and grabs the back of his neck blabbering his name off. 

He puts her back on the ground once out on the gravel path and hands her the basket piled with strawberries. Ducks down to sponge a kiss to her cheek telling her to stay glued to her spot as he leaves to pay. 

She smiles down at her feet then at the sky revinding all the moments and their lovely kiss that makes her feel all warm and stupidly gooey. 

While boarding the train he wiggles his finger behind himself to get a hold on her and keep her close to him, craning his neck with a lopsided sly smile, "Hold me hand." 

"If you insist." She nods with a grin slipping her fingers over his palm and he wovens them with his own with a firm grip stepping inside the train and helps her to do so with his free hand behind her head. 

She sighs. Sitting with her back pressed against the window of the train. One leg folded and other dangling from the seat as she stares at Harry with a pouty smile. 

"Don't ya think you're sittin' too far away from me?" He says, grabbing her knee, "Come here." And slides her towards himself now their thighs overlapping. He doesn't like even the mere distance between them —-- might sound sappy but he wants to be like her scent. 

"Happy?" She pinches his cheek and he winces dramatically ruffling her already loose tresses of hair making her look as if she was on a roller coaster minutes ago, "aren't you a one clingy bunny!" She huffs trying to blow away the hair falling in her eyes. He bobs his head in agreement and slings his elbow around her shoulders to tuck her under his chin protectively. 

// 

"Okie, now add some sugar in it —- aish slow down …" She coughs waving away the sugar dust tickling her nostrils as Harry poured so much sugar all at once. He has his chin rested on her head and her hips crooned against his thighs as they make the strawberry and vanilla mochi together. 

His puffer jacket on her shoulders (To the time they went to buy grocery stuff it started being cold and Harry being a mommy he took out his jacket and bundled her up in it) —- She sneezes and he quips pecking her hair, "Bless your heart." Fetches her a tissue too. 

"Thank you, bubs." She giggles grabbing his jaw bringing him down to smooch a kiss to his lips. She pulls back but he persists snaking his palm around the nape of her neck to keep her put —- she gives in with her heart fluttering like candle flame in a destructive storm. 

Turns in his embrace and hooks her elbows behind his head patching tiny, tiny, tiny pecks on his pillowy lips until he gets desperate to kiss her mouth and tongue pushing her to his front by gliding his hand into the back-pocket of her jeans. 

Her head lulls. Feeling as if the kitchen got filled with candy clouds floating around her when he cradles her cheeks in his both palms lapping at her bottom lip and nips at it with every whimper of desire that falls, "Mine." He breathes out rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her cheek like a puppy nuzzling into his favourite plushie. 

"Yours." She says without any hesitation. 

He smashes his wet lips back on hers. Swirls of gleeful colours surrounding them as he feels like he could kiss her forever. 

She gasps gazing down lustfully at his wine cherried lips when he holds her from waist and sits her on the wooden counter, "I want you to take me." She murmurs nailing at the silk of his top and he paws at her hip-bones cravingly, it makes her feel like one the most desired women alive. 

"I'm all yours to pleasure you lovie'," He looks her in the eyes with so much love and affection it melts her whole, "Just ask me and I'll give me girl what she wants …. " He says trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Her head falls against the tiled wall giving him more access to her skin --- so he could mark her as he wishes. 

The heat from his mouth to her bare skin arouses her to an extent she feels wetness sticking to the insides of her thighs with each grind of his crotch against her's. 

She tugs at the roots of his curls, mouth parted around a moan when he grazes his touch over her plump breasts, "Is this okay?" He asks breathlessly and she bobs her head vigorously latching onto him. 

"Yes, please, more … " He blinks to let reality sink in when she raises her arms in the air for him to get rid of her clothes. 

He smiles. Hard. Crinkles forming by his eyes and cheery lines around his mouth as she looks up at him with those doe eyes glinting with his own reflection. 

She squirms grumpily and he cackles loudly when she hooks his fingers into the hem of her jeans as a sign that "just undress me right now and fuck me hard over this counter." But, the romantic sap he's just keeps on being a tease. 

"Fuck me already." She huffs locking her ankles behind his back. 

"Trust me, I want it as bad as y'do but are you sure —-- " 

"I'm --- just fuck …. " She cuts him off, cupping his cheeks and kisses his mouth. He groans when she sucks his swollen lip in between his teeth and lifts her pelvis grinned against his swell lining in his trouser to elaborate her neediness through actions, 

He undresses her finally folding them and putting them away nicely while she stays a breathless mess just in her undies, her sheer panties soaked in her juices and profanities of moans fuses into air from both of them as Harry places his hands on her knees. Irises darkening with lust when he looks at the delicate lines of her drippy pussy lips forming from underneath the material. 

"Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you feel." His voice an obscene grunt and it tingles her core making her feel she should obey him, "Fuckin' hell." His moan is dirty as he rubs the pad of his long digits against her soaked centre. His piercing gaze flitting between her thighs crumbled her in the best way possible. 

She fists the hem of his top, tugging at it with the blabbering of his name. 

A series of pornographic whines leaves her through her nose when he demands her to raise her bum so he could get rid of the last thing being a bother to them. 

"Oh my — " She arches her spine when his fingers withered in her stickiness, between her glistening pussy lips to her mound pinching her clitoris in the way and listens to the soapy noises he's creating while lathering his hand with her juices he'd love more to coat his tongue with. 

"This is what you want, hmm? For me to bend you over this counter right fucking now and pump me thick cock inside your sweet cunt from behind till you're screaming for me to ram harder inside you, so deep that you feel me in your little tummy and I keep it there for hours making you cum on it again and again — many time that you're milky and cramped around my prick like a filthy girl you're." He dips his impossibly sweet pink tongue inside her mouth and makes her sip down his dirty words through her throat not letting her mewls slip out as his lengthy finger slicks inside her causing her melt against his chest with a turmoil of emotions and heat she never felt before. 

Her brain whirles with the mantra of fuckfuckfuck but her guppy lips says otherwise, she coils her arms around his shoulders scratching her nails down his neck — eyes rolling back as she shakes with the build of ecstasy. 

"You're so snug and warm, sweets. Can't wait to be inside you." He husks curling his digit to give her upper wall a good rub, "Harry!" Her scream comes out gruff vibrating with a sexy octave. 

"Yes, baby." He pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger staining soft wet kisses from the corner of her lips, to her rosy cheeks and down her throat sewing love bites along her veins.

"Does it feel good, hmm? 'M g'na stuff you full of my prick bet it'll make you feel like heavens --" Her brows tenses up as he forces her to keep her eyes locked with his's and groans with the throb in his cock bound to implode with each whimper of his name she lets out hiking up her knees on the counter — the heels of her feet sticking firmly against the edge of the counter giving a carnally pleasing view for him to enjoy and ooze with sticky precum. 

He huffs out breathily, fingers sliding in and out at a fast pace while he moves down to take her perky nipple between his teeth teasing it with nip of his tongue, "Fuck. Mhmm baby I've so many dirty things to d'to you, would you be an atta girl and be naughty with me?" He nuzzles his curls against her skin grinding his knuckles up and down against her swollen clit. 

"Yes, yes, yes." She moans trying to sink impossibly deep on his fingers. He admires her in amusement as her belly twists into ripples and she thrashes in his tight hold —- broken into pieces of vulnerability foxily. 

He withers his gaze to where he's driving his fingers roughly inside her and a cold shiver runs down his spine, eyelashes fluttering and he sucks his bottom lip brutally praising her softly, "yes just like that darling taking my fingers so good —- they'll look pretty down your throat too while I'll fill your other holes with me, all me." He wraps a hand around her throat giving it a light squeeze and it was enough to spread warmth and the saccharine feeling of fullness in her every tissue gushing over his fingers. 

"You're mine." He growls nipping at her sweet spot –-- wearing her out with his continuous different motions inside her. His wrist glistening with her come and her head lulls on his tanned shoulder, eyes slip shut, chest levitating with shallow breaths. 

She cups his cheeks wrapping her trembling legs around his waist and kisses his smile, it's sloppy and barely a kiss with their lazy effort to keep their mouths on each other to soak into intimacy. 

Next they're a moaning and crying mess on the kitchen floor with her knee hooked around his hip to keep him close as he stretches her out leaving a pleasurable burn against her squishy inviting walls. 

His cock sits warm inside her pussy and his balls snug against her bum. It's torturous waiting for her to give a signal that he might move because he couldn't resist but to be rock hard inside her and fuck her for hours but his knees are laughing at him for being unable to bear the sting of cold tiles. 

"You can move, 'm okay." She whispers hugging him for dear life and he nods grinding his hips slowly, the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots —- he's so good at fucking. 

He takes her fleshy tits in his palms caressing them with each lewd stroke of his cock inside her and treats her glistening lips from his spit back to his mouth, pecking it generously. 

"Pull me hair." He groans pushing hard and guides her hand into his swirl of sweaty curls — hips stuttering, eyes rolling back into his skull erotically when she does so peppering loving kisses under his earlobe, "You're g'na ruin me lovie … fuck me please." He whines grabbing her ass and lifts her pelvis to slide inside her dripping pussy with much more roughness. 

She has never seen him like this. Shredded to seams for her, sweat beading down his gorgeous face like glimmer of pearls and eyes mossed with so much lust and desperation it knocks air out of her lungs. 

He rolls them over gently and her squeal turns into a shameless yawp when he feels much more bigger than before inside her with her being on top of him —- he was right she could feel him in her tummy. 

She's clueless what to do. Not that she's gonna show it –- she doesn't want to give him an impression that she knows barely anything about riding but the way she begins with zealous back and forth movement digging the heels of her palms against his pecks wrecks him havoc. 

"You're doin' so good pet, yes, yes, yes. Use me baby. Use me like your little fuck toy 'm c'mon." He grabs the nape of her neck and brings her down to skim his tongue over her lips, manipulating the plushiness of them with his teeth. His balls slapping against her skin as she bounces on his cock diligently and he fists the soft flesh of her bum with both of his hands to help her ride him knows she's labouring herself out, "I'm all yours." He says caressing her sides to make sure she's okay and brushes the wisp of sticky hair behind her ear. 

"You're looking so sexy sitting on my dick like that -- how about I don't allow you to cum so you could keep me warm with your pussy like that fo' hours?" His pants out gripping at her thighs as his prick spills with wetness inside her and she cries out shaking, "No!" He smirks crinkled forming by his eyes and takes this chance to drive hard up inside her making her flop onto his chest. 

She gasps moistly, pulsating around him feeling every ridge and vein of his cock stroking against her walls creating obscene noises of skin meeting skin and their moistures mixing soapily like gooe.

"Cum fo' me baby -- squeezing me s' tight. I know you're there." His pants laboured and heavy as he sucks his own digits coating them with his spit nicely and glides them down pressing them to her weeping bud, then flickers it in prolong circles. Toes curling. His thrusts consistent and fast. She crooks her nose against his's murmuring to him with a wavering voice. 

"I'm gonna cum, fuck." 

"You're gonna make me come." 

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body reacts otherwise albeit she has never experienced it —- but her moans were uncontrollable when he spanked her butt cheek and she crampied down at him jolting tremendously with the wave of insanity spreading to her bones.

"I'm a naughty boy, give it to me." He kisses his teeth together man spreading and throwing his knees up to ram up inside her perfectly.

His eyes shuts till he could see white spotting behind them -- he spills inside her in form of thick ribbons and milks her cunt with it riding her out of her high. She clings to his body and snuggles into him to tone down the shivers running down her spine with each tiny orgasm she feels rushing out with his lazy thrusts.

"I'm jello." She tells him and he looks down at her with a mishevious grin, "Does that give me a reason to eat you whole?" She rolls her eyes poking at his cheek with a grossed out expression. 

"I'm still inside ye', remember?" He stirs his hips to make her realise and she yelps not know if it's making her feel hot or utterly sensitive, "You're insatiable." She mumbles pouting her lips to indicate him she's dying for his lips to smooch kisses to her. 

"No kidding I love the noises you make when you come undone." She confesses timidly drawing stars at his chest and he giggles kissing her temple gently, "Stop before you wake me buddy up again –- he quite fond of you." He blushes hiding his face into the crook of her neck with tiny voice. 

// 

They're canoodling under the fluffy blanket on the sofa watching telly after they just took a bath together, shampooing eachother with peach scents and drying eachother off with warm towels. She's nuzzled into his side wearing one of his baby yellow robes, his arm stays around her shoulder thumb addicted to caressing her silky cheek, sometimes spreading his fingers down her throat to tip her chin up to smooch sweet kisses on her lips.

"You're cute when you're not a pest." She giggles and he frowns comically pretending to munch her alive, "That's very rude -- you should be thankful that I lov — " Her heart almost stops functioning. 

They were sipping onto their green teas and nibbling onto the strawberry mochi they made and refrigerated before when the doorbell rang making them groan in laziness.

She stood up going to see what took Harry so long on the door and got revealed to him talking instinctively to whoever rang the bell. 

"Hi, Y/N." Scottie smiles at him. Carrying her luggage and Y/N looks down at her attire for a second then forwards her hand shyly. She was so scared that day –- it's a blur to her but now she watches Scottie properly she realizes …. She's the same girl from all the paparazzi photos.

Something switches off inside her. The rainbows and confettis, the moonlight and stars and the nebula of the whole galaxy she had consumed in her little body from making love to Harry just shuts down into a white noise.

Her bottom lip plumps into a pout. Eyebrows trembling from this confused feeling of some invisible thing squeezing the life out of her. 

She's jealous. 

"I just came here to say bye." Scottie's voice makes her focus back into reality. 

"Oh…" She just nods. She doesn't return the hug even though her brain guilt trips her for that and when Scottie leaves with the air thick and tense, Harry corners her in between a wall and piece of furniture cradling her grumpy face in his careful palms speaking gently to her. 

"You don't 'ave to worry 'bout her, she's just a friend …. Infact you don't have to worry 'bout anyone because I love you so so much baby that I don't see myself spending me life with anyone else." She glances up at him twice, jaw falling slack from shock and he chuckles smothering her in kind-hearted kisses when she stares at him like a hawk. 

"You what!?" 

"I love you, Y/N." Her eyes closing like a moth flapping nearer to fire and finding peace in burning inside it. 

"I love you too so much." She whispers and welcomes his lips melting against her ardently. With the passion only lovers hold. Amiability she couldn't find anyone else but in his embrace, in his kisses and his lovemaking. 

"Can we go back to cuddlin'? Me feet gettin' cold baby." He whines treading fastly into the living room while carrying her like a kitten from behind and makes squeaky noises once snoozed under the warmth of the blanket. 

He touches their foreheads. Kissing the tip of her nose adorably. 

"I love you." Then burst into giggles. When she returns the passion coyly. 

"I love you too." 

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Encanto x MCU Spider-Man crossover

Okay, so I was in the shower and I started thinking about an au where Mirabel got Butterfly wings as her gift, but also my brain said okay, but Encanto MCU crossover, and I was like, you raise a good point. So,

Encanto is set in modern day, nothing rlly changes in the town tho, because magic. Anyway, Mirabel’s gift ceremony comes and- no gift, same as canon. I was thinking that when Bruno has the vision, this time he takes Mirabel with him and they actually leave, but I don’t like that, so instead he still goes into the walls, but not as long.

I’ve seen a lot of different theories as to how Mirabel was treated after she didn’t get her gift, and I think the change was both gradual and immediate. Like, some people started treating her different right away, while others took a bit longer to brush her aside. I think the first year after, she had to deal with a lot of neglect because Abuela didn’t want her in the village as much, both for reputation and the fact that she doesn’t have a gift. During this time she picks up her sewing and other hobbies, which is great, but the lack of social contact is really not good for growing children. It doesn’t help that most of the family is also going through it because Bruno left and they’re confused (both about that and the magic not giving her a gift)

I think Bruno saw this in the walls and it reminded him of the beginning of how people started treating him before outright ostracizing him, but he tells himself it’s different, this is only temporary, they’ll go back to normal soon, and in canon, I think it might’ve gotten close, but not here, or at least, Bruno reacts differently here. Because he keeps telling himself it’ll go away, they’ll go back to normal and before he knows it, it’s been a year and Mirabel is turning 6 and he realizes, No. It’s not going to be fine, and Mirabel can’t continue to grow up in an environment where she’s constantly being overshadowed and neglected.

It’s not intentional, he knows that. He knows that Julietta and Pepa and Agustin and Felix don’t mean to, they’re trying their best when they’ve also got the weight of Abuela’s expectations on their back. Abuela kind of is doing it intentionally, because she’s scared and traumatized and thinks it’s for the best, but that’s not important right now.

What is important, is that Bruno makes a decision to go back. He goes to Julietta first and he explains where he’s been and why (mostly leaving out the prophecy, only vaguely alluding to it) and tells her that Mirabel needs a change, and that, while she could grow up like that, she shouldn’t have to and she deserves better, (Agustin is included in this conversation after the initial confrontation between Bruno and Julietta because bro really dipped for a year with no explanation and yeah, she’s not happy about it). They eventually agree that Mirabel and Bruno should leave the Encanto. I would say they could just move out and live somewhere else in the Encanto, but everyone already knows Bruno as creepy guy and Mirabel as the ‘giftless Madrigal’ and that’s not the kind of Childhood Mirabel deserves. They somehow explain this all to the rest of the family and set off to a new place.

Now this could easily be one of those fics where they leave with no warning and stay missing until something happens and the family goes looking for them, but that’s some stupid ass bullshit and we’re not doing that.

In this au, everyone knows that they’re leaving. There are tears and goodbye hugs and they walk them all the way to the mountains. Once they get to their new home, they send letters and keep in contact with eachother, sometimes Mira and Bruno go back to visit, they don’t intend to stay gone forever or cut off their family, they just need some space where they can grow in a safe place away from the questionable moral decisions of Abuela and the villagers (at least Abuela had a reason, what’s up the villagers literally being mostly trash except in the last song?).

Anyway, they end up in New York in 2007 because MCU Peter was born in 2001 and in this au, so was Mirabel. I was thinking about who I might ship Bruno with, but I couldn’t really think of anyone so I was gonna say, really nice and sweet OC Husband (because I don’t think that man is straight), but for some reason my mind went “Mr. Delmar” and I was like, Why? And my mind said, because wouldn’t it be funny if when Peter asked “how’s your daughter” he was talking about Mirabel, and so that’s my headcannon.

There’s a lot of meeting people and other details that I’m gonna gloss over for now because this is getting way longer than I meant it to.

So, I mentioned Butterfly wing Mirabel, right? Well in this au, Mirabel has either a mutant gene or an inhuman gene, I’m leaning towards Mutant because of the stressful situation that triggers it.

I imagine her and Peter (and Ned and MJ) are best friends and they’re 14 and Peter’s been Spider-Man for about 3 months. He fights more Comic-booky villains here because plot. Anyway, one day, one of his villains attacks the school they all go to and Peter’s fighting them and everything, very scary and stressful to a bunch of teenagers, but that’s not what triggers the gene.

No, what triggers it is when she goes home and enters her room, she’s greeted by the sight of one of her Best Friends low-key bleeding out on her floor while wearing the Spider-Man costume.

Just imagine, two hyper 14 year olds, one of them is on the floor, kind of freaking out because he didn’t know what to do and found himself at Mirabel’s house and she just walked in, and the other freaking out because holy shit, my best friend is on the floor bleeding and they’re SpiDER-MAN?! when all of the sudden, two bright, colorful butterfly wings just burst from her back and now they’re both freaking even more.

The whole situation is really confusing and they’re both yelling and screaming. At one point Bruno hears them and investigates and is just like 👁👁 why me. And weirdly enough he’s the one to calm them down and deal with Peter’s wound and they talk it out.

That’s all for the plot for now, but elaboration on Mira’s wings:

They’re colorful butterfly wings that she can manifest at will. She can change the colors and size and they’re practically indestructible. Only stipulations, she can’t hold them when she’s unconscious (obviously) and she can’t make them bigger than twice her height, which is still kind of a lot, but still. When she’s still learning to control them, they sometimes pop out and curl around her when she’s surprised or frightened. When she eventually starts going out on the street with Peter (because obviously she would, what do you take me for?) some people call her ‘The Butterfly’ and she’s like, “no I’m Mariposa” and they’re like “that’s literally just Butterfly in Spanish” and she like “exactly”

I might write more of this later, whether anyone wants it or not

[darkpoisonouslove]

How did Faragonda and Griffin met? They seemed to have been closed in the past because after Griffin worked with Valtor Faragonda still trusted her and Griffin was there when Faragonda gets her Enchatix. I can conclude that they have known each other at least since their school days but what happened after that? How did Faragonda react at Valtor? Their reactions when they rrealizedthey have to fight eachother? Why did griffin seem mad at faragonda in season one?

I have so many theories about those years but I'd be really interested to know what you think about it.

Take you time, I know how stressful some days can be

Lots of Love <3

I just want to preface this by saying that I am going to give you the events as they are in my rewrite. Most of that could be considered canon compliant as well but the one major difference is that in my rewrite Faragonda never got Enchantix because that transformation works in a fairly different way than it does on the show and there is simply no way for Faragonda to have earned it because of the way her life went and her family situation. I don't think she mourns that, though.

You have pointed out something very important already - that Faragonda trusted Griffin even after her time with the Coven which is major because Griffin was a literal magical terrorist. Even the closest of friendships can be strained by something like that. Not to mention that Faragonda was there and actually saw Griffin commit atrocities right in front of her eyes which is very different from just hearing about it. My explanation for that is that they didn't just know each other since they were young, they grew up together. So here's the thing:

Faragonda was born in a very powerful witch family that basically controls an entire planet in the same solar system where Zenith (Tecna's world) is. Faragonda was definitely encouraged by her family to develop magic from a very young age which is illegal but who's gonna tell them anything? The reason why it's illegal is that despite magic always coming in during childhood or not at all, children can't exercise proper control and it's dangerous for them to have magic, especially dark magic that is super volatile because it comes from negative emotions. So Faragonda's powers developed early on, before she even started going to school, but she couldn't control them at all. Her dark magic was powerful but very unstable because Faragonda mostly drew it from fear/anxiety/insecurity thanks to all the pressure she was under.

Because of her out of control powers, her mother decided to send her to a boarding school in the very faraway planet of Erebhus. Now if Andros is the first planet in its solar system, Erebhus is the fifth one there and it is known as the planet of the eternal sunset because all the water in it reflects the last rays of the sun during the entire night and the next day until the sun starts setting again and its rays are caught in the water surfaces all over again. The reason why her mother sent her all the way there is because the boarding school is a very old school that's famous for all the witch graduates they have so they understand witch psychology and can help Faragonda with the control of her powers. And that's where she meets Griffin because Griffin's mother also studied there and she enrolled Griffin, too.

They quickly become friends because Griffin has exceptional control of her magic and can help Faragonda deal with hers but Faragonda is better versed in magical politics all over the dimension so they both want to learn what the other knows and bond along the way. Griffin's mother uses magic to teleport from home to the school and back and so Griffin doesn't really spend the nights at the school which becomes a problem the closer they become since they want to spend more time together. They're kids, after all, despite all the serious stuff they're already dealing with. So Emalyn (Griffin's mom) contacts Faragonda's mom (still unnamed) and the two work things out so Faragonda can come and stay with Griffin's family during the weekends and later, even on school days. Faragonda's mom can tell Emalyn is a witch that knows what she's doing despite stepping away from the world of dark magic users a long time ago (she only uses her magic at home for everyday purposes) and she thinks being around her could benefit Faragonda's magical progress.

So Griffin and Faragonda grow up together but Faragonda doesn't really get that much better at controlling her magic. Emalyn is helping her with it (and so is Griffin) but she never pushes her the way Faragonda knows her mother would want her to be pushed and that creates constant anxiety that she's not making progress which gets in the way of progress. It's a vicious circle that keeps on spinning until it's time for high school and both Griffin and Faragonda sign up for Cloud Tower. Faragonda studies there for a couple months but things are just not right and it finally dawns on her that the reason why Emalyn wasn't pushing her to practice dark magic wasn't simply because she didn't want to stress her out. She could tell that Faragonda has an easier time channeling and controlling positive emotions which means she's better suited to be a fairy. She probably had a panic attack at the realization because she could just imagine the hell her mother's reaction would be but she couldn't pretend to be something she wasn't anymore.

She made the choice to join Alfea. Her family disowned her because of that. Griffin has a strong reaction, too, even if she does understand why Faragonda doesn't want to pretend to be something she's not but is struggling with the fact that Faragonda switched over to the socially acceptable kind of magic (the bias against dark magic is strong and planets where dark magic users such as Faragonda's family are in charge are an exception) and it's no longer them versus the world. She's upset because she's afraid Faragonda will start treating her the same way everyone else does.

The conflict between them escalates quietly with time since Faragonda tries to fit in more with the fairies which really ticks Griffin off because they are still mostly ambivalent towards Faragonda and she's basically falling into pretending to be something she's not despite trying to avoid exactly that. Faragonda meanwhile has had a taste of a completely different culture from the one she grew up in and some of it resonates with her but Griffin can't seem to accept that. Plus, she can see the similarities between fairies and witches that everyone else seems blind to and so she wants to become the next headmistress of Alfea (and this clearly has nothing to do with spiting her mother) to help bring fairies and witches together... to help bring her and Griffin together again. She thinks that maybe then Griffin will understand that she's been trying to bridge the gap between them all along. Griffin, in turn, wants to help dark magic users as a kind to be less ostracized so she decides to leave Magix because she feels like Faragonda is asking her for space and she doesn't want to be the one holding Faragonda back with her inability to reconcile with the change in Faragonda.

They part on good terms but with severe misconceptions about what the other is aiming to accomplish and that causes a festering bitterness between them that totally blows up in their faces when they meet on the battlefield. Now I'm thinking that they don't meet as soon as Faragonda joins the Company. In fact, Faragonda meets Valtor first on a mission that she gets involved in because her mother is a key player. So she's sent to Domino by the previous headmistress of Alfea - Mavilla. She wants to help even if she has to face her mother to retrieve and artifact the Coven (aka Griffin and Valtor) was trying to steal but it ended up with her mother. She convinces the woman to give it to her despite her mother's general neutrality on the Coven vs Company issue (she doesn't want to help light magic users and especially the Domino royalty but she will if it is the only way to stop the Coven from taking control of the universe because she doesn't want them to win). Faragonda just barely escapes from Valtor, though, who was on his way to stealing the artifact properly this time. He has no idea who she is and her untransformed appearance isn't remarkable enough that Griffin could gouge it was Faragonda from his description (Faragonda managed to teleport to Domino without transforming while her mother held Valtor off). And Faragonda gets asked whether Valtor was alone when she tells the Company what happened but something always happens and for weeks she can't get the full rundown on who exactly is Valtor's partner.

Until she and Griffin come face to face on a mission. Faragonda sees her first. She totally can't comprehend what she's seeing and freezes in place only for the effect to be exacerbated when she clearly sees the familiarity between Griffin and Valtor and it clicks that Griffin was who everyone was talking about when they mentioned Valtor's vengeful and hideously powerful partner. She can't believe Griffin would join him. Him whose entire purpose is to destroy all life that's inconvenient for the Ancestral Witches. She never believed Griffin would go that far in her quest to reinstate dark magic users as equals to light magic users. That's when Griffin also sees her and she has a similar reaction. Her worst fear aka Faragonda coming to the conclusion that fighting her is the right choice has come true when she left Faragonda behind just to make sure it won't happen. If she wasn't around to see Faragonda falling out of their friendship, she could keep her friend's warmth in her heart forever. But now that Faragonda is fighting alongside her enemies, Griffin is crushed.

They both get pulled away by Hagen and Valtor respectively and proceed to have a meltdown once they're out of danger. Faragonda reaches the conclusion that this is all Valtor's fault (let her have her delusion; it won't last long anyway) and Griffin reaches the conclusion that this is all the fault of the Council who have been using anti dark magic propaganda for centuries (a somewhat more accurate conclusion, though she's missing the part where Faragonda joined the Company to help them save lives). They both march back on the battlefield next time with the idea of making the other one see her mistake only to be very unpleasantly surprised when their misconceptions start to crack. Yes, Griffin is very much in love with Valtor but she's also the Griffin that Faragonda knows. It's not Valtor that changed her. And yes, Faragonda is on the enemy's side but she's still the good hearted, gentle friend that Griffin grew up with so it's not political propaganda that's brainwashed her. They have to deal with those realizations and figure out how to move on.

Griffin is more aggressive because she's convinced herself (not without help from Valtor) that she has to fight even Faragonda if she wants to not only achieve her goal, but also retain her freedom and even her life. She usually comes out on top simply because Faragonda isn't putting the same effort into fighting her but she can never bring herself to hurt Faragonda more than she'll be able to recover from. Especially since Faragonda isn't trying to hurt her. Her aggression only shows up against Valtor despite all the other Coven members that are trying to kill her (now why would you suggest that that's jealousy?). Faragonda hates the fact that he's Griffin's closest confidant now. She's sure none of that would have happened if she and Griffin had never parted ways. But she's not making that mistake twice. She'll stay until Griffin comes home with her or kills her. Griffin, on the other hand, knows Faragonda will never join her because she thinks Griffin has been made worse by her cooperation with the Coven but she will find a way to keep Faragonda safe even in the midst of battle until her plan succeeds and she can show her that she was right to fight for her goal.

The season 1 thing also stems from the whole issue with the Company vs Coven war. When the Trix came to CT three years prior to season 1, Griffin instantly connected them to the Ancestral Witches (it's quite obvious). She wasn't sure what to do because they were at the top of all applicants for CT and rejecting them could draw the attention of the Council to them and get them executed for being descendants of the Ancestral Witches even though they were just young girls. So she shared her dilemma with Faragonda because she trusted their friendship after they survived the war and fighting each other. However, Faragonda's reaction was the total opposite of what she'd expected. The second Faragonda heard of the Ancestral Witches again, she started having flashbacks to the destruction of Domino and Marion and Oritel's disappearance. That loss crushed her and it was only made worse when Hagen left to look for the pair and she blames it all on the Ancestral Witches (which is mostly fair but not entirely about the Hagen thing). Knowing how much the Trix resemble them is distressing and she wants Griffin to reject their applications even at the risk of them getting in trouble. Griffin has a severe reaction to that because if Faragonda is refusing to give a chance to three young girls that haven't done anything, then Griffin herself never deserved all the chances Faragonda gave her. She only gave them to her because of their friendship and Faragonda's clearly biased outlook on Griffin. So Griffin has a crisis of conscience where she's self-loathing and at the same time angry at Faragonda for not having the better judgment to just stay away from her. It feels like everything good she's done over the years crumbles in front of her eyes because she never deserved the chance she was given to even keep living and she distances herself from Faragonda because she's also distraught that Faragonda has changed. She never would've risked the lives of innocent girls like that in the past. So Griffin doesn't know what to think of herself or Faragonda and she does what she does best - self-sabotage.

I've actually written out a fic about this. It's called Left to Heritage.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Hi :DD can i request a giyuu x childhood friend reader? Where they met during the final selection and reunite when she became the lightning pillar? The lightning pillar headcannons made me melt 👌👌😭 i loved it alot and i thought the idea would be cute, don't need to do it tho if you want to ofc :D thankiess 💙

Hello!! Thank you for the request and thank you so much for liking those headcannons!! 🥺 Of course I’ll write it ^^

Here’s the Fem!Lightning Pillar headcannons

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem!Lightning Pillar

Synopsis: You and Giyuu had met when you were doing the final selection and became friends with him. However, life made you drift apart and you both became pillars just to meet one another again.

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✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

You panted heavily as you ran through thick fog and towering trees. Your hand griping firmly around the hilt of your nichirin blade. Your eyes were darting from every direction, waiting for another demon to pop out of nowhere and take a slash at you. There was rustling ahead of you and prepared your blade. You brought both your hand to your blade handle and lifted your arms to swing when-

‘Shit, it’s a slayer!’

A small boy with long black hair and a red haori looked at you frightened as you had your blade lifted, ready to slice him down. You couldn’t stop yourself, you had already charged and you couldn’t stop now. In a flash, another boy appears out of seemingly nowhere and connects your two swords, pushing you away with his strength.

You went skidding to the side and almost tumbled over. You were too much in a panic of almost slicing another slayer to process the boy’s strength. After you got your grounding, you quickly jog to the two boys, “I’m so sorry! The fog was so thick and I thought it was a demon! Please excuse my incompetence!” You bowed low to the two boys just to hear one of them scoff.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be a slayer if you cannot tell the difference between human and demon.” The boy with pinkish hair spat.

You cocked a brow at the boy and thought to yourself ‘what’s with this kid??’ You opened your mouth to argue before the boy with black hair interrupted, “It-it’s fine, Sabito. I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Tch, fine. Just as long as she learns her lesson.”

You raised your brow at the pink haired boy with squared patterned haori again. You then noticed that the both of them had fox masks on.

“Oh? What are those. They look very nice. Whoever made them must be really good at woodcarving.”

“It’s a warding mask,” replied the pink haired boy, “to help keep evil spirits and demons away. The craftsmanship is very good. Urokodaki Sensei is very talented and taught us all we know.”

“And you two are?”

“I’m Sabito and this here is Giyuu...”

“Ah, hello Sabito, Giyuu. I’m Y/N,” you bow once again and they do the same, greeting you. “Let’s just forget that incident. I’m sorry, Giyuu.” You smile at him and he timidly tells you it was alright and that they’ll look past it now.

You tagged along with the two for a couple a days. You were very surprised by how strong Sabito was. He was saving everyone and no demon was too strong for him. It was amazing watching him. Giyuu was strong as well but Sabito kept outshining him.

One day, a demon attacked the three of you and you ended up getting separated from the two and finished the rest of Final Slection on your own. Once you reached the wisteria section of the mountain to claim your ore and uniform, you were too out of it from injuries and exhaustion that you didn’t see Sabito or Giyuu again. You figured they’d both be alright though.

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Years had passed and you had become stronger. You accomplished Total Concentration Breathing Constant and slayed a number of demons. You quickly climbed the ranks as you went on more mission and killed more demons. Eventually you were finally able to slay one of the Twelve Kizuki and was given the message to join the Hashiras.

You were pretty banged up from the demon and met Shinobu before any of the other Pillars. She tended your wounds and gave you medicated water to ease your pain before guiding you to Master Ubuyashiki’s garden where everyone else had been waiting.

You felt very nervous to see such a range of people. Two of them were very, very tall and stood in the way of seeing some of the other pillars.

They were all greeting you and asking you a ton of questions. Many of them were very proud to see another slayer defeat a Twelve Kizuki and join them in the ranks. Eventually, Master Ubuyashiki made his appearance and everyone got in line to kneel to him. You did the same until he called you up front to introduce you to everyone. You were finally able to see all of the pillars now that everyone was in line. You scan through until you see a familiar face, farthest away and the end of the line.

You eyes widen after seeing a familiar red haori with raven, black hair sat on top and ocean blue eyes staring right back at you. ‘I can’t believe it,’ you thought to yourself, ‘It’s Giyuu! I thought I’d never see him again!’ You were ecstatic to talk to him again but had to wait until Ubuyashiki had dismissed everyone first.

The meeting finally came to an end and you made a beeline to Giyuu, ignoring all the other pillars who wanted to ask further questions.

“Giyuu?! Is that you? It’s me! Y/N! We were in final selection together! Gods, I can’t believe it! I thought I’d never see you again!” He’d grown a lot since you last saw him. His hair was longer, his jaw was more defined and you now had to look up to meet his eyes. Dare you say he looked more handsome.

“Y-Y/N, Its been so long.” Giyuu stuttered out, completely flustered. He could feel his cheeks burning the more he spoke with you. You hadn’t grown much in height but your body filled out more and your hair had gotten a bit longer as well. He was nervous to say that you were making his heart flutter again.

“Don’t be so shy, give me a hug!! I can’t belive you’re a Hashira, how did that even happen?” You continued on as you outstretched your arms to pull Giyuu in. He was very stiff and awkward but couldn’t resist embracing you after thinking you’ve been dead for years. He was completely wrong. You were strong, so strong in fact that you managed to take out one of the Twelve Kizuki and became a Pillar. For some strange reason, he felt so proud of you despite not seeing you for so long.

All the other Pillars just stared in disbelief and confusion. Who where you? How did you know Tomioka? How did you get him to talk? How the heck did you get him to hug you?! And how were you making him so flustered?!?! He’s stoic!!

After pulling away from the hug, you opened your mouth to ask about Sabito when you noticed the other half of his haori. Your eyes softened and touched the yellow and green patterns, you heart sinking a little. You bring your eyes back to Giyuu’s, “Did... did Sabito... not... not make it...?” You ask him sadly, tears threatening to swell your eyes. Giyuu’s eye become very sad as he looks to the side and just simply shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry, Giyuu... he was a very good man. I’m sure he’ll be reincarnated, his heart was very kind and pure.”

The other Pillars finally interrupted and started bombarding you with more questions and you spent some time talking with all of them and keeping Giyuu close to you since he kept trying to leave. You still wanted to talk with him afterwards.

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“Ugh, what a relief!” You let out as you stretch your arms upwards, “I thought they’d never stop asking questions.”

You and Giyuu were walking side by side and leaving Ubuyashiki’s garden.

You excitedly turn to Giyuu, you eyes sparkling as you made contact with his deep, ocean blue ones, “We have so much to catch up on! Tell me, Giyuu, what Pillar are you?”

The both of you spoke all night and caught eachother up on a lot of things. You talked a bit more than Giyuu did of course, but he still replied and shared enough of his thoughts to not make it seem like you were talking to a brick wall.

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Giyuu was so relieved to see that you were okay. He knows he didn’t know you a lot but there was just something so magnetizing about you when you first met. He couldn’t help but feel so interested in you. You’d occasionally come across his mind the years you weren’t there and he would just wonder what you were up to. Pessimism would often creep in and make him think that you might already be dead. He tried his best to shake those thoughts but there was a high chance of that being the reality. Being a slayer never guaranteed a safe future.

It turns out all those pessimistic thoughts were wrong and now here you were, reunited with him. He couldn’t understand why he was so overjoyed to see you again. His heart pounded a bit more around you now than it did years ago. It confused him how you made his thoughts hazy and his temperature rise. But most importantly, he was just so relieved that you were still alive. And to top it all off, you became a Hashira. I mean, a Hashira! The new Lighting Pillar! It made him feel so proud of you. He couldn’t believe you were that strong. Not that he ever doubted you, he just feared that since he enjoyed your presence that you’d be doomed to die too soon.

But now you’re here, stronger than he could have ever imagined, and he was not going to let you leave his side ever again.

[inthestars011]

what it’s like falling in love with her🦋🥺❤️

(Venus !!)❤️❤️ I did this fast so I apologize for grammar spelling mistakes xox

(I’m doing this by thinking of my friends and their methods or way of acting in romantic relationships however I will make another one doing in love with him and will touch on men with all the venuses that I’ve personally been in love with to add an even more personal touch xox)

Aries- Kisses that are short but kill you in the 5 seconds they last. Gives you forever in a minute. Always leaves you wanting more and that breaks you but fills you simultaneously. She knows that. She’s aware of her presence and that it feels like burning in all the right places. She seems naive and pure at soul, but shes well aware of the danger she holds in her hands and she uses it to her advantage. She loves the wanting, the chasing. She lives for the thrill, the game. She will run away before you can dispose of her heart and she might not let you see those broken parts but might just show a side that’s much funner, when it gets serious she may just become a runner. Sometimes, she is nothing but a machine running on fumes of lust expelling and leaving without a trace whenever she must. Some day she may realize that love might just be worth it, and that she really deserves it. But it still must consist of passion, fireworks, and all, if you plan on keeping her for the long haul.

Taurus Venus- she doesn’t want you to know she is soft, as she’s shown that side before, to many people she has lost. She’s not ready for change so her walls are built high, not even broken open by heavy ocean tides. Deep down she is melting, she is all love at the core. Filled with romance and god, so much more. She wants someone to truly share this with, but forever is all she ever asked for. If you cannot give her that she’ll retreat, become stubborn unable to make two ends meet. she might be slow at first to show her passion, she may show it through a touch that inhibits so much love. there’s nothing better than the comfort of her hug. She will heal all of you through a softness that you didnt think exists. She’s the definition of wife material, someone you’ll forever miss.

Gemini Venus- they describe her as flakey and that’s not always the case. There’s so many sides to her like differing tulips in a vase. I think she likes love but can find it in so many places, I think she can find love amongst so many faces. Maybe it’ll take a while for her to find her forever, but I do think deep down she does want forever. She won’t show all this meaning right off the jump. She’ll show something more innocent, naive and young. She is cute and pure, that, we are sure. She hides such greatness behind that coy smile, and the right person has to detect that, to truly find that. Maybe that’ll take a while. but that person will come that realizes shes more than just fun, she is the moon, just as much as she is the sun. She is eccentric and wildly funny. Her love feels like flying which is freeing but, a little terrifying, honey! It sometimes feels like, at any moment, she might let go, leaving one freezing in the December snow. Once it is true love, she is just as comforting as she is adventurous, she’ll give the whole world and expect nothing in return. Her love comes in teachings and there’s something we all can learn, from the glimmer in her eyes to her childlike hope. if she is truly in love, you will know.

Cancer Venus- her love feels just like home. The mom or dad you never had, and to play that role, she’s probably glad. every touch is enveloped with so much care. You can still smell the sea within her hair. She might be the mother or the baby or maybe even both, she always did help you unfold. When you think of her, you think of making out in your childhood bedroom, you think of the clinginess she exuded, maybe the eternal doom. The moods were never your favourite but you learned to savour it. You accepted every side of her maybe even the annoying parts too. She was your special seashell in the deep ocean blue, her love was nothing but true.

Leo Venus- Golden shimmers from above, a dramatic flair when it came to love. It was always, all show, all beauty, nothing below. Sometimes that was beautiful, sometimes you hated it. There was no in between, she served melodrama for breakfast lunch and dinner and you ate it up, there was no room for desert. Her love was like light shows and the strips of Las Vegas, entrancing but maybe too much at times. there was some innate programming she had that made her feel like she was never enough, but that she was, that she was. She was the big romantic gesture, love was extravagant and so was she. She wanted a love as she saw on the screens, the one that filled her childhood dreams. It was hard to live up to her firey passions, but it was worth it because she’d give you so much in return. She would love you till her flicker would burn out and she was all just heavy smoke and she’d continue loving you in the darkness. They called her the lion for a reason, her loyalty was fierce but her wrath was even fiercer. Her love was so lush, yet, the anger would defeat her.

Virgo Venus- Pure and awkward. The angel that was too good for you, the one that made you dream of laying and praying beside her feet. Not because her flirting skills were smooth and effortless, not because of lusty bedroom eyes, but because of the sweetness that filled her tired sighs. You could see that she wanted something real and that, pursuing maybe wasn’t her strong point, but you would do that for her. Once you got to know her, you unpeeled every layer and found more and more gold underneath, it scared her to show it, but her love grew fonder and she did it more confidently as time went on. Time is what grew our love and our passion, and it was as real as it could ever be. It was divination, it was serving a higher purpose. It was husband and wife, Adam and Eve, something so religious, something so prestiged. It may have seemed regular classic or boring. But to us it felt like our own little story. You got to know a bit more everyday and the excitement of that never did go away. I thank you for fixing all my brokenness even if it was slowly and surely, I thank you for helping me change. You are the only god to which I would pray to, the only holy ness that made the sadness go away.

Libra Venus- She’ll scare the hell out of you with her words. They’ll fall out of her mouth effortlessly, soft flower buds, blooming. She knows just what to say and she holds so much power in that. Her charm and her brilliance got you down on your knees, just a sentence, is all that it takes. Kisses sweet like strawberry shakes. But before you know it she doesn’t love you anymore, it was just a fantasy she had, merely a mirage. It wasn’t real but to you it was and it’s confusing and it’s making you insane. She didn’t mean to cause any pain, she is a fairy in the garden bouncing from tree to tree ever so lightly, taking what she can get and moving on to what’s meant for her. And maybe that wasn’t you. Maybe that’s ok. Because she’ll find someone who makes her heart beat from their touch and their words, someone that doesn’t make her want to create an imaginary world. Someone who just is pure beauty to her, someone who is nothing but real true love. Something more down to earth and better than the heavens up above. She will find it. And she will never let go.

Scorpio Venus- the tension that she holds. “Are we angry at eachother or are we so in love we can’t breathe?”She always made you feel both. Sometimes you thrived off of it, sometimes it made you seasick. She bit your lip and made it bleed as she pulled you in for your final kiss. She cried a little as she left. There was softness in her dark facade there was something light and airy. You only could touch it for a second before it slipped back underneath the oily meSs. The chaos was exciting and her loyalty was meaningful. Her jealously could kill and that you’ve seen. You smelled danger from a mile away on her shirt and you gravitated towards it for some reason. She’ll make her scar and the slice will hurt your skin, but you’ll forever want to bleed. She is what you need.

Sagittarius Venus- with her, love wasn’t hard. No, she made you think it was easy. It was giggles and being best friends. It was passionate make outs and spontaneous adventures. Love is all well and fun. Love is the horizon, a new dawn, abeautiful beginning. But sometimes it had to end. Sometimes she would run free and realize “this isn’t for me.” And sometimes she would come back as if nothing happened. It seemed like dissapearjng but to her it was just living out her honest truth. She wouldn’t wanna stay if what you felt for her wasn’t the same as what she felt for you. when it’s good it’s all passion, it’s perhaps not romantic but casual and fun. it’s two love birds on the run. Don’t know where they are going but they’re together and isn’t that what matters? They don’t know that eventually both their hearts might shatter. She loves the unpredictable and will revel in it with you, images of soaking your hands in waterfalls and late night rendezvous.

Capricorn- Her love is timid and perhaps bitter, but once she falls in love she’ll be unsure what hit her. She may laugh at romance till she is in the dream herself, she’ll then learn to fall in love with love itself. It takes a lot to serenade this girl, and she wants nothing less than what is perfect and no one can deny that she deserves it. She showed true commitment and loyalty and someone treated her like a joke and left her broken without a glint of hope. She is now careful in love and can you really blame her? But once you tear those walls down it’s impossible to tame her. She’ll want kisses in public and cuddles by the fire, she’ll believe that you are more than worthwhile. Yes it may take a while to break down the stones that she’s pilled in front of her heart, she will be more like concrete, but a soft touch and a smile that means well might just turn her into fragile glass, into running water. If you bash those walls down with steely swords and fight the dragons that protect her pretty soul than she might just believe in you, you might just help her believe in love again, and ultimately, she might believe in herself.

Aquarius- She will confuse you as she shape shifts into whatever he pleases. Sometimes, she is one full of romance and love and she gives you summer heat and sweet icecream. But sometimes the sunshine is fleeting, she is cold and detached and wants to be nothing more than friends. She is full of surprises and contradictions. She loves in a way that is strange but captivates you, you always want to know more. She is a good and loyal friend, funny and filled with adventures and a good wit. She is awkward and unsure of how to pursue true love though she does want it. deep inside she’ll never admit it, no, those feelings she hides. She’ll pull you in, and there you are falling in her wishing well, unable to climb back out and sometimes you can surround yourself in her water and drown in feelings but sometimes it’s empty and vacant, depressing, sometimes she is an endless drought. She’ll make you love her so much it terrifies you but she’s like electricity in your veins, absolutely addicting.

Pisces- She is the girl with eyes full of stars staring at you across the crowded room with a shy smile. She will not approach you but instead let herself escape to a dream in which you are the main role, she will be able to taste your lips, to smell your cologne even as she is not near you, even when she’s lying in bed at home. She will wish for you to come and save her from herself and she wishes you are as good as her heart makes you up to be, she wishes when you finally come and love her that you will never leave, because when she is abandoned, she is still left with those empty dreams. And the fantasies do haunt her, the memory of your soft kiss will taunt her. I hope for your sake you live up to what she dreamt you to be, otherwise she may be surprised, heartbroken, and she will not hesitate to leave. To chase some perfect crystallized image that dances in her head, she’ll cry and scream when people tell her Prince Charming simply does not exist, but she still believes all her past lovers were simply frogs she had to kiss and that she still awaits her soulmate. All this love and lust is only fictious for she is just the girl with eyes full of stars staring at you across the crowded room with a shy smile. Do approach her.

[midnight-rein]

My Off-The-Walls ISWM Theory

I posted this less detailed to the Markiplier Member chat, and I'm bringing it here too! And I would like to preface this by saying- I hate the Character Captain. This may stem from me wanting to distance myself from this version of Y/N, but I just. Don't like them when they're put to their own devices. And on top of that, I *haven't* finished Heist, or gone into any of the indepth breakdowns of the videos.

I think Head Engineer Mark is Warfstache. And he's primarily in control of this whole wild ride. And I think WE are piloting around Actor. Like, think of all the little details we should have answers to in the first half. Even if they get answered in the second half, they seem weird to have incomplete now, the Phone #'s, the ships, the errors, all sorts of stuff. none of it fucking matters. The red ship in the slides? The slides are literally a red herring. Warf's phone # matches Mark's suit number (2702). Our number is the next one up (Our Cryopod has M2703). Warf is technically Mark's first persona, right? Cause that was a result of his childhood. Actor would be next, because he is Markiplier. That's why Mark has "flashbacks" to OUR perspective in the new LP (We Went Back), because Actor saw it from that point of view, that's why we're such an asshole! Warf clearly has the script memorized, he knows when we're supposed to meet and knows that we'd come looking for him! But he still insists that our first meeting is Part 2, which means we saw something Captain didn't! Not only that, but there are some moments that seem like Head-Engineer Mark acts like the Colonel did. Actor yeeting Warf into dangerous situations after "Fix it from the outside" is just him being tired of Our shit, and probably doing a "I went through this, your turn, you'll be fine." kind of thing. Captain also seems to remember things more clearly than Mark, and Warf has a tendency to disociate and let himself block off stressful encounters (even if he handles them much better now a days, ABE). Also to further go with this, Warf collects broken and dead people. We see at the ending the death screen of the whole crew. He's gathered the people that we know Markiplier cares about and would know and miss, and set them all together in Space. Maybe to try to turn back the time, maybe to give them a happily ever after, maybe to just try and help Actor come to terms with the fact that there are people who still care about him or to help him die in Peace. I dunno.

Noir also seems odd, and might be a script flip, I know it's par for the course for those kinds of movies, but it seems like Mark is almost sarcastic in those endings, like he's more in control- which would make sense, since the super-saturated adventure romp is Warf's thing.

And I don't necessarily know that they *know* that each other are. Eachother. Otherwise there'd be shenanigans. Maybe this is Warf trying to step up and apologize, maybe it's just me reading too deep. But Mark's genuine concern and gentleness and confusion is such a whiplash from Heist, I think it's a different Ego pulling the strings this time. Either way, both characters have a *significant* pull on their reality. And it could even be that different paths have different Egos as their HE Marks.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

My take on Till..

What follows is my personal take on Till Lindemann, without ever having met him but i occasionally like to ramble and it's sundaymorning and i don't feel like doing something useful yet...so here goes (will probably be long) 🌻

My feeling is that Till is one of those people who is absolutely genuine and authentic. A person who others would describe simply as 'Till is Till'. I would bet that if someone who knew him 30 or 40 years ago, would meet him again today, they'd instantly recognize him and what he does and feel he hadn't changed a bit (not necessarily meaning his looks, because obviously those have changed over the years). His character seems to be very true to himself. He still has the boy/young man in him and his likes and dislikes probably didn't change much either.

That's not to say that he is a 'simple' man. He has many facets and several more 'extreme' than the average person-in-the-street. But in every facet he is what he is and pursues it because he is completely into it. Whether it's the dark side that comes out in his lyrics and poetry, the cutting or burning himself in his performance art, going on his own back to nature, boozing, sex, partying with like-minded people, childlike humor; he has no hesitation about any of it, gives himself completely because *he* wants it and enjoys doing it, not to please others, or because they tell him to. His entourage, the people that often travel with him and hang out, will probably cater to his likes and not try to impose their own likes on him.

For people he has to deal with professionally (making music, shooting videos, doing interviews etc), the trick will be to find a way that is in Till's broad scala of 'things he likes' and if you succeed, he'll be easy to work with and do what you want, without even much discussion. If you don't, i think he'll loose interest quickly and before you know it, he's off doing something else, and then you're done.

Imo he doesn't suffer from the idea that many people have when they get older, that they can't do the things anymore they did when they were young, *because* they got older. If Till thought it was funny to try and nick snacks from grocery stores, he still thinks it's funny now, where others would think "well, we were young kids then, but it isn't appropriate anymore". That others feel the need to explain his actions with "then he was an 'angry' youngster, now he is a quirky grandpa", doesn't bother him, but i doubt he himself feels an explanation is needed, it's just the way he is.

All in all very much a 'What you see is what you get' kind of guy.

Flake

I think Flake is the easiest one for Till to relate to, because like him, Flake is an authentic person: Flake is always Flake. Imo Till likes Flake's dead-pan, and selfdepreciating humor. They share a dressingroom and although they seem to be completely different people with regards to how to do a concert and who to invite for the afterparty, their combination works well for both of them. And Flake likes Till as Till and trusts him completely. I doubt even if Flake had a reservation about something Till does or says, he'd feel the need to say it to him.

Olli

There are few pictures or stories about specifically Till and Olli together, there is relatively little info on Olli himself (outside of concerts). I think Till appreciates Olli's calm and straightforwardness and Olli likes Till to work with, but other than that they may not have that much in common. Maybe in this case the age-difference is also a factor being the oldest and youngest in the band; an difference of 8 years may not seem much when you're in your 50's, but it is when you're in your 20's, and if you've known eachother for as long as they have, that often lingers on in the way you see eachother when you're older.

Schneider

Schneider is imo the one in the band who appeals to his 'young dude' side most. They share a sense of childlike or boyish humor (the little video of Till playing with his loose fingernail would imo be something that would amuse Schneider as well). When they did the video of Ohne Dich and Till joked with Schneider to have a threesome with one of the dummies. I think Schneider enjoys this side of Till, but doesn't necessarily understand all aspects of Till. He might joke along about sex or the darker lyrics, because he thinks it's all for fun and for a laugh, and then is a bit confused when Till actually writes the lyrics down and 'means' them. I think Till's performance art is way out of Schneider's comfortzone and even out of Schneider's entire frame of reference. (And i still think that Schneider unfollowed the Till_Lindemann_Official account on IG after the 'BJ under the drumstage' video showed up; not that that account is maintained by Till anyway, and nowadays it's mainly used to plug merch, so maybe that's why Schneider unfollowed).

Paul

Paul is the one (also mentioned this in another ramble post) i think who is most acceptant of the extremer sides of Till, up to a certain point. And when in Rammstein, Paul tries to coax Till to stay within certain boundaries. Paul knows how to get Till to only go as far as Paul thinks is okay, secretly imposing his own way on Till, but wrapping it in a way that Till accepts it and goes along. Till likes Paul, his humor, clowning around with him on stage (and probably off it as well). The one thing I think Till doesn't like is when Paul starts arguing or quarreling and he only tolerates it as long as he doesn't have to get involved himself. Without Paul's meddling the band probably wouldn't be what it is today, and in the end that is appreciated, but during the proces, i think Till rather leaves to have a beer or two (or four) and wait for the Paul-storm to have subsided. Paul has probably mellowed down over the years and isn't as blunt or sharp anymore as in his youth, and this makes it easier to relax and have a good time together, but i don't think Paul would soon join Till's entourage.

Richard

Richard is the one Till has known longest and probably best of the band. They lived together when they were young, went on holidays, shared views on sex and relationships and loved to go partying (even though Richard's vice was always more drugs than alcohol, but that didn't matter in having a good time). They also shared the experience of not having a good childhood, and it was probably of comfort to them both to have someone who understood that. And they are a shared family, having a daughter each with the same woman, and for Richard family is no.1. They also complement eachother in their work. There are loads of interviews where Richard is gushing over Till as a writer, a person, a friend, without even having to be asked (he'll just bring up the topic himself). Richard takes his work very seriously, wants to achieve new things and still argues if someone wants to meddle with his creations, and imo (see Paul) this is the part Till would rather skip and not get involved with; i could also see that Till doesn't really *get* the overthinking/worrying side of Richard. Likewise, i think Richard doesn't *get* some of the extremer sides of Till, like the 'Till enjoys pain' aspect (i think Richard hates Till being hurt, even he does it himself). I do think that over the years though that unlike Till, Richard *has* changed; which isn't necessarily bad, he seems to have his drugaddiction under control and having a young daughter maybe calmed him down a bit. Maybe there is also a bit of a midlife crisis going on (some people over 50 feel they have reached their peak and just want to go on relaxed until their pension, but Richard certainly isn't one of those). Imo this has led to the two not being as close as they once were; i think Richard regrets it more than Till. Richard has mentioned how Till doesn't seem to have a lot time, and with that he probably means one-on-one time. From Till's point of view, Richard is the one who changed his fancies and likes (never directly refering to him in interviews but occasionally mentioning not being into something like yoga or therapy, which have helped Richard a lot over the years).

See...told you it would be long...for what it's worth: which is nothing 🍀