#JASON BLOSSOM. ❤️

[tylermileslockett]

Atalanta #3 (Centaurs Attack)

As the girl blossoms into a young woman, she grows powerful and wild, like her patron goddess Artemis. And as a loyal devotee of the virgin Goddess, Atalanta also chooses to remain chaste. While trekking the hills of Mount Parthenium, she comes upon two centaurs, Rhoecus and Hylaeus, who, lusting after the girl, give chase. But the centaurs choose their prey poorly, for Atalanta is no helpless maiden, and she turns her fine archery skills upon them with brutal efficiency.

Centaurs (Kentauroi) were savage, lustful, half-man half-horse creatures that roamed the wilds, of Mount Pelion of Thessaly. The line of Centaurs begins with a mortal, King Ixion, who Zeus, suspecting of foul intention with his wife, tricks into laying with a cloud version of Hera. Strangely the race of centaurs are born from this union. For his transgression, Ixion is sent to Tartarus in the underworld for punishment, and tied to a burning, spinning wheel for eternity.

In the myth of the Centauromachy, king Peirithous of the Lapiths, sharing heritage of Ixion as father, invites the centaurs to his wedding celebration. However, the centaurs become drunk off the wine, and attempt to rape and kidnap the women of the party. The Lapiths fight back, and the heroes Jason and Theseus, being invited guests, help to fight off the creatures, finally driving them off.

Another centaur, Nessus, has the distinction of killing the great hero Hercules. When the centaur attempted to rape Hercules wife, Deanira, the hero used arrows tipped with the poisonous blood of the hydra to kill him. But as he lay dying, his blood soaking his vest, he told Hercules wife to use the vest as a love charm.

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[rythmicjea]

On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

[ladyinbooks]

So, I am finally done with all the spin-offs and side stories and generally spread around facts XD

Now I am really interested in how Samiel transitioned from barely being able to call and think of Lord Athannus as Father, to "Papa"?

Also... they got married, he asked Jason to marry him... I wanna detailzzzzzz!

Hehe, yes there is quite a lot for Samiel and Jay. XD (To be fair, they lived in my head rent-free for about five years, and, uh, quite honestly they're still there and I haven't got the heart to evict them at this point!) Thank you for the lovely questions! You've given me a shameless excuse to ramble about them! ❤️❤️

Ohh gosh, one day I want to write a oneshot around this (probably from Daimion's point of view), about Samiel's slowly evolving relationship with his father. I think it's a long, long process, with healthy doses of resentment from Samiel (some of which are irrational, some of which not), and a lot of soft feels. I like to think they build their way towards a relationship as father and son in the in-betweens. Between missions. Between visits. In scraps and messages and letters along the way. I think sometimes Samiel visits Daimion with Jay, and sometimes he comes on his own, and both of them occasionally need a third party (*cough*Venn*cough*) to act as a balance.

And it takes time, it all takes time. Because Samiel hasn't had a parent, and Daimion has desperately tried to have a son in the only way he can: by never letting him know who they were to one another. And they struggle to let go of that together. But they keep trying, and slowly Samiel becomes more interested in what Daimion is attempting to do on Lenia, and Daimion is fascinated by every aspect of his son's new life on Elysium, until one day, one day -

On a perfectly normal visit to Elysium, on a perfectly ordinary morning, at a perfectly ordinary breakfast, Daimion hands a half-distracted Samiel a cup of his favourite tea, and Samiel says 'Thanks papa,' without even realising it.

And Daimion has to go and find a corner to have a quiet cry about it.

All of which is my long-winded way of saying: it gets better, and it blossoms, and it's slow and so very worth it.

I have so many feels about these two.

As for Samiel asking Jay if he will marry him? You *know* that it was meant to be a perfect moment; that Samiel had planned to the finest detail. And yet it all goes horribly wrong because Samiel can't shut up, and so rather than making a romantic speech, when the big moment comes he just blurts out 'Marry me!' and then spends the next thirty seconds panicking, because Jay hadn't been expecting this, and is still mentally trying to play catch-up.

(It's the longest thirty seconds of Samiel's life, and he spends it plotting all the ways he can burn down the universe if Jay says no.)

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 1000 out of 5 (holy hell, the smut!)

Holy. Hell. Where do I even start?

This duet is possibly the filthiest I’ve ever read and I loved every second of it. All of my questions from book one were answered here in book two, and boy was it a rollercoaster to get those answers.

The love that all five of the main characters have for one another made my heart melt. The drama had me on the edge of my seat and my heart pounding a little too quickly, but it was well worth it.

Friendships were lost (good riddance) and others blossomed. Again, I loved every second of it.

I highly recommend everyone read this book!

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts...

* “I’m perfectly happy. Why wouldn’t I be?” // “A sad person knows what another sad person looks like. I hear it in your voice. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when I look at you. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never find it with the people you’re choosing.”

* Lmao. They really “took her captive”. They weren’t messing around when she explained her fantasy 😂

* I’m so glad Jason told her they weren’t going anywhere even after her car was fixed. Yes! Keep her ass with you all. It’s where she belongs.

* Jason and Lucas competing on who can hold out the longest, and Jess doing her best to make them cum fast 😂

* So Manson’s dad was talking to a group of “young men” in order to sabotage our boys, huh? Fuck that dude.

* He told her he loved her 😩

* God. Danielle and Candace are such bitches.

* Goddamn, Jess. You really made Lucas kneel, huh. So hot 🥵

* Is Manson’s dad really recruiting people to fuck with the boys? Ugh. Can someone unalive him, please?

* Why are these assholes trying to kill my babies?! Seriously, these fucks need to go. Someone please ruin their lives 🙏🏻

* She finally told Manson she loved him 😭 Nothing better happen to my babies.

* Manson’s dad really tried to attack Jess at her own home, huh. What a fucking dick. Die already!!!

* And now Vincent has confessed his love ❤️

* I’m so glad Jess finally stood up to her mom. She was pissing me off so bad.

* And now her and Jason confessed their love. All we need is Lucas!! Lol.

* Holy shit. The way they suspended Jason and Jess across from one another as they.. 🥵 well, you know. Read the damn book. You won’t regret it.

* Tough guy Lucas takes care of stray cats. Oh I love him so much.

* And now they’ve all confessed their love for one another!!! I’m so happy. I don’t want anyone to ruin it.

* Manson’s dad really tried to poison the dogs?! What a fucking dick!

* Her debt is paid off and they asked her to join them. Yesssss!! They’re even willing to move to New York with her 🥰

* So Jess being into golden showers wasn’t a mistake on her check list after all. Those boys were so excited lmao.

* Fucking Nate and Alex attacked Jess… this isn’t going to end well.

* Holy shit. Nate and Alex got a well deserved beat down. I’m here for it.

* And here is Manson’s father riling up Alex to go after the boys and Jess again. My heart can’t handle this shit.

* Atta girl, Jojo. Attack Alex.

* Holy shit. Manson’s dad really tried to kill them all. I’m so glad the boys woke up in time.

* They proposed. Omfg. They can’t actually get married, but they got her a ring 😭

* Oh shit. They got her a collar 😏

* Damn. All that talk of breeding.. I hope they have a family one day.

* It’s over. It’s actually over.

[askandsmile]

I love seeing you talk about varchie, I think your affection for them is contagious ❤️ From the first four seasons, what aspects of the way they are written do you find to be the strongest and the weakest (together or individually). I'd like to write about them in fic one day, but I feel like I'm still wrapping my head around them and how to pull on the best aspects of their canon writing.

AWE

under the cut because i definitely have a lot to say!

okay for starters, when we meet archie we meet a boy who's desperate for more than the life he already has. and okay, some would say he took all of it for granted, but the kid has drive. he wants more than what jason blossom achieved. he wants more than the small town life and the plans his dad had lied out for him. he wants more than riverdale.

and veronica is the immediate answer to that. he sees her and even though he's a kid struggling with so many things, he knows what that is - something new. something more. something exciting.

that's the first point.

not only their attraction hits them hard, but they also shift each other's world from the beginning. she doesn't really care about his bs, which is so different from how betty treated him then, walking on eggshells. they flirt. but when they're alone, he's the first person that asks her how she's feeling. she makes him laugh. in two episodes, knowing each other for less than a week, they manage to have two real conversations. they recognize something on each other. and they definitely turn each other's life around.

veronica supports archie from the get-go. she listens to him in ways that maybe no one else is doing. the focus is especially his music. it was such an important part of him and she was always there to encourage him, to make him believe that he could do something with that talent. he had been so tainted by gr/ndy, who put him in an unsafe situation, and then you have veronica, who makes him feel safe. and focused - which, for a guy like archie, is a hard thing.

archie supports veronica from the get-go. while they're still getting to know each other there, he doesn't really judge her for who her father did or was. on the contrary, he's one of the only who realize that she's struggling with realizing her parents weren't who she thought they were. he observes, cares. she's never had that before. she certainly didn't have that with someone who she was also attracted to. and when both things combine, it's sort of an explosion.

one thing about archie, is that he wants to take care of people. and veronica needed and wanted to be taken care of. but when circumstances change, and his dad gets shot, she's the one who needs to step up and take care of him. veronica has so much loyalty inside of her, and she pours everything out, she showers him with her loyalty. archie does the same. he's easier with feelings, he's overwhelmed by them, and he loves her hard. he loves her so hard that it's impossible for her not to feel it, and not to give it back. she allows herself to open her heart to love and goodness, something she believes she doesn't have or deserve because of her family.

of course, they make mistakes together. they're both manipulated by hiram. but they stand together in their rights and their wrongs. they become some sort of unit, going through insane lengths for each other. to keep each other safe. to take care of each other. and to share their love. and then, when veronica realizes what could happen, she chooses archie over her own family, who had been everything for her so far.

they pay that price together. they have to struggle. archie suffers in horrible ways, but so does veronica. they think their relationship can withstand it all, because they'd gone through so much together, but they're way over their heads. however, when they're apart, it's clear that their hearts are still with each other. archie says that it's been the case since he first saw her. a lot of this changes when archie's dad passes. he becomes nostalgic and thinks he needs to stay in order to honor fred. but we remember that archie, before that pain, who wanted a different future (to go to new york, to become a musician), and how that's the essence of who he is when the journey starts.

their relationship might seem full of ups and downs. they're crazy about each other, in ways that sometimes are not one hundred percent healthy (especially if they're apart), but the truth is, not even once they broke up because they lacked love for each other. it was always a circumstance, an external factor... and when it was internal (s4), it still wasn't because the love was lacking. it was something they needed to deal individually.

archie inspired in veronica that same need to do good, to take care of people. he made her believe she could be more than some mafia princess. he gave her goodness and showed her light, and even with all the pain that her father put him through, he stuck by her because he always saw the best in her in a way that no one else did. he always knew that her father's doings weren't her doings.

they always worked so well with each other. great as partners, in business too. and there's one more thing - varchie knew how to have fun with each other. and especially with archie, who's so serious all the time, the fact is that her presence brought a lightness to him, a way to unwind. got him being carefree, even if for a minute. she brings forward that quality that's so very archie, to make us smile for being silly and endearing. and i don't think any of this was lost in their adult version - i just think the writing changed, but the essence of the ship is still the same.

i hope that helps a little! and i'm looking forward to see them in your fics, babes, if you need any help here i am.

[insanityofvaas]

Appreciation Time

I've decided to make this into one big post. I'm just gonna ramble because I'm feeling really blessed by the good people I've met via tumblr. I'm also really tired so prepare for the potential of me being really sappy and sentimental, making no sense or a combination of both.

@chocopinda Since that first message you sent to me on my Nacho blog it's been wonderful. It all blossomed from a mutual love of Lacho to so much more! Talking about life, pets, sharing cool things, coming up with neat things together; talking about Vaas and the tiger boys is always the best, as is the art you do for them along the way! Plus, you're the first person I talked about Vaas/Nacho with, and now the best person I talk about them with, and your art in that area is another absolute delight to see! But, for real, talking about everything is great with you, truly just the best time, and it's wonderful to have met such a genuinely kind person. Here's to an awesome friendship! ❤️ @jasonsnowwhitebrody We've only met recently, but I'm glad you reached out! It was awesome to see a Jason centered blog that was willing to interact and chat and just be cool. You're a lot of fun to talk to, not to mention very kind, and you're not afraid to give Vaas hell here in the blogsphere; we all know that he deserves every bit of it, so feel free to keep it coming as much as you want! Definitely another friend I'm glad to have made here! 💙

@michaelmandog I know we've only talked a few times, but that's okay! You've been so nice and a lot of fun to chat with those times, both here and on Nacho (still sorry for the confusion there, haha), and my inbox will always be open to you! 💜

@hotmessteaparty I know we haven't really talked, but you've been cool and very gracious about me tagging you in stuff, and your Vaason content is always fun to see (hard to believe I spent so much time insisting I'd never like Vaason, only to have my most recent replay flip that on it's head, haha). Keep being cool! 💚

These are just some of my very special mentions. Honestly, I adore all of you that I'm mutuals with, everyone is seriously kind and I can't express how nice it is to be here and see everyone's posts and ideas.

Anyway, just some things that needed saying. Sorry if I embarrassed anyone! Might be embarrassing myself with this too, but y'know, totally 100% worth it for such genuinely amazing people!

❤️❤️❤️

[deathxcko]

star wars au: give a like for a short starter! created with @mutatiio. && happy may the fourth.

age: 19-21 home planet: Nar Shaddaa species: human takes place around-ish 19 bby (order 66/republic falling) force sensitive / secret sith training. blossoming crime lord, current assassin. ❤️

Jason Todd was born on the infamous smuggler's moon of Nar Shaddaa, a lawless place where survival often depended on one's ability to fight and scheme. Growing up in poverty, Jason was forced to join one of the many Hutt clans that controlled the underworld of the planet. He quickly learned the harsh realities of life on the planet and became adept at navigating its seedy underbelly. Proven to be a skilled fighter and a natural survivor, Jason also knew that his life was going nowhere, like this. He dreamed of something more, and craved the power to shape and alter his life forever.

As a young adult, Jason caught the attention of Darth Maul, who was visiting the planet to tend to Crimson Dawn affairs. Impressed with Jason's quick thinking and ruthless efficiency, Maul saw potential in the young man and took him under his wing. Secretly training Jason in the ways of the Sith, Maul also put him to work assisting with the Crimson Dawn crime syndicate empire he had created.

As Jason grew more powerful, he began to realize that he had the opportunity to change his fate and rise to a position of great power. He became fiercely loyal to Maul, and the two worked together to expand their influence throughout the galaxy. With his Sith training and cunning mind, Jason proved to be a valuable asset to the Crimson Dawn, and his rise through the ranks as assassin and apprentice was swift.

As the Republic fell and the Empire rose, there are new opportunities and challenges to face. Navigating the shifting alliances and rivalries of the criminal underworld, while always looking for the next advantage. New enemies, such as the hidden few and last members of the Jedi still, the Bounty Hunters that wanted a fine reward on crimes committed. It's a large galaxy, out there.

[echoes-lighthouse]

💌 - any major changes in your selfship lore over time? if so, compare how it used to be with how it's now.

❤️ - any favourite reoccurring scenarios?

⚔️ - au time! pick an au of your ship that you have thoughts for and talk about it. if you can't decide, pick it randomly.

From the ask game? 🥰

Thank you m'dear!!!!! Took me a while to get up to answering this one, but since you write for some of my slasher boys I'll answer for my Evil Slasher Orphanage!!

💌: It's a fairly new ship so there hasn't been much time to develop! That said, the way that I selfship with villains has taken a sharp turn in the last few years, from helpless manipulated victim in my teen fantasies to now taking a more active nurturing role. I'm a bit tempted to spend more time on my teen selfships since I didn't get to do it as an actual teenager, but it's also strange to step back into those shoes.

❤️: Favourite reoccurring scenarios with my slasher orphanage? I'm gonna go character by character! Again, I take this prompt as 'favourite fantasy I return to' rather than 'something that keeps happening in the relationship' and I hope that's right!

I'm going in chronological order of when they enter my selfship family!

Brahms: bedtime cuddles!! getting him all cozy and reading him a story and petting his hair until he falls asleep.

Sadako: just being so gentle with her: painting her nails, brushing her hair but never pulling at it, opening my arms and letting her be carried by me willingly, cradling her and keeping her safe

Michael: watching him interact with the others! Something about seeing him slide by Sadako carefully in the hallway just makes my heart happy.

Vincent: just sitting and sharing space: listening to music or me reading out loud while he works, watching his hands move and feeling a deep sense of peace

Carrie: all of the trauma talks, honestly: I just think about all the things she needs to learn and unlearn, and watching her grow into a confident girl who doesn't tiptoe around the house

Jason: the way he just Scoops me up if he wants me somewhere or if another member of the house needs my help: his presence is like a comforting shadow, always with me

Billy: the one kid that needs a firmer guide: I would never raise my voice at him but I can be stern about the house's boundaries, and I think about the way that his defenses crumble to the realization that he can always be good enough for this house, as much as he likes to push the rules.

Stu: he blossoms under praise like nothing I've ever seen before: wide grins given freely and determined hands to work on chores. I think about the way he greets me after a weekend away, sweeping in with his laugh and bringing noise to the house.

⚔️- favourite AU Ghost AU for most of them!! One of my favourite Joker fics back in the day was about a ghost that was tethered to him and they both got on each other's nerves like crazy, and I think that would be a great concept for most of these ships as well, just me following them around and critiquing their knife handling and no one else can see me

But also consider the soulmate AU where people leave colour on your skin if you're going to be important to each other, and all of us leave marks on each other and a bunch of us have never ever had marks before pls I'm so soft

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part Twenty

Summary: Eddie and reader, his girl continue to be intimate. Though there is an appearance of Gareth and Dustin.

Warning/Notes: 18+ only! Explicit & harsh language. Voyeur on the part of Eddie & reader, fem!masturbation, fingering, p in v sex, touches of soft!dom!Eddie, teasing, references to Gareth getting beat up by Jason! (taken from the show) Eddie smokes in one scene. Please do not start..horrible & unhealthy habit!

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Eddie stirred, blinking. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. If nothing had happened, he would be practicing with the guys. He sighed, he never slept this late.

Turning back, part of him didn’t want to move. He loved your naked soft body against him. Hearing only your soft breathing, he rested his chin on your shoulder. Tightening his arm around your middle, brought a sweet sigh from you. It made him smile. He was relieved that you were so deeply asleep; especially after being visited by that monster. “My sweet little flower.” He murmured softly and replaced his chin on your shoulder with a kiss.

As he tried to will himself back to sleep he couldn’t. Not sure how he how he been able to do this, but once again he managed to slip away to take care of his needs without stirring you.

He shivered, the room had grown cool. It didn’t help that he already missed your soft warmth.

Glancing around for his boxers, they clung to a chaise lounge by a vanity. In his mind’s eye, he could still see how the two of you shed your clothes and raced to the shower. The memory made him chuckle on the way into the bathroom. Remembering you, he lifted the seat, flushed and washed his hands. Eyeing his reflection, he ran his fingers through his tangled strands hoping to tame some of it. Turning the faucet, he splashed some cool water on his face, it felt good. With a sigh on his lips, he stretched before the mirror. Scratching his stomach, he smiled as he spyed a missed smudge of pudding. Wetting some tissues, he wiped it away.

Finally slipping on his boxers, he eyed a bag with the fresh clothes they had bought for him. He was almost afraid to look. But seeing a fresh pair of jeans he pulled those out. Pulling them on, he moved in them, they felt very different then what he usually would buy. Steve certainly had a strange taste in jeans.

The idea nagged on him, that practice was going on without him. He’d have to call Gareth and the guys to see how they were doing. They were creatures of habit just like him. He knew they would still practice today, even without him there.

Careful to not creak too much, he decided to head downstairs. He probably shouldn’t especially with all that was going on, but he had to know they were all ok. They were not his friends, and his Corroded Coffin mates for nothing.

******

“Hello?”

He smiled, relieved Gareth was the one who picked up. “Hey buddy!” He twirled the cord.

“Eddie?”

His voice sounded strange. It made him sit a little straighter.

“Gareth?”

“What do you want? Where the hell are you?”

“Hey, hey what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie could practically see the stubborn, annoyed expression splashed across his face. He had seen it enough when he rolled badly. “Gareth, I might not be there but I know you’re lying.”

“Seriously dude?”

Eddie grimaced. “Talk to me.”

Gareth sighed, Eddie was certain Gareth was he running his fingers though his short curls. “Aright. Well, the cops questioned us all. We’re in the clear I guess.”

“Good. Good.” He exhaled, he not realizing he had been holding his breath till then.

“But shit really hit the fan about an hour ago.”

His stomach churned. “Gareth is not the time to be cryptic. What the hell happened?”

“That asshole Jason showed up with his two lackeys and Lucas.”

“What?” Anger began to brew in him, just at the mention of Jason’s name.

“Jason came looking for you and Y/N. Fucker threw me into my drum-set man.”

“I will get that asshole.” He growled, jumping to his feet.

“Don’t. Stay hiding. Don’t let them find you and Y/N are.

Eddie didn’t answer.

“Look you are a cool dude, I know you’d keep her safe with you.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks buddy.” Gareth’s words actually warmed him. “But ok, listen what hell do you mean he threw you?”

“We all knew for some damn reason Jason had it a special brew of hatred for you, but now well let’s just say he snapped. My jaw is still tender from his sucker punch and somehow, my drum-set somehow is ok, despite me flying into it.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” He rubbed his brow. “You said Lucas was with them.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah, I don’t know what got into him, he’s supporting their search for the two of you.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened.

“There is one more thing.” Gareth’s voice took a turn, something else happened.

He knew it. Not as of this all had not been bad enough. Eddie’s stomach lurched once again. He grew ill. “What?”

“That fucker began to squash my hand under his foot. He. threaten to break it.”

He pinched his nose. Wait till he saw Jason. He had always wanted to kick Jason’s ass. What he had done to you before and now to Gareth he couldn’t see any better reason to finally do so. He inhaled. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, but I got scared. I told him go and ask Dustin where you are?”

He mumbled a curse.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Just go and warn Dustin about Jason.”

“Stay safe.”

“Don’t worry about Y/N and I, we’re safely tucked away.”

Eddie hung up and sprung out of the chair. He began to pace. A few muttered curses flew out of his mouth. He felt caged.

Going over to his knapsack, he grabbed it. Opening the kitchen’s back door, he went and sat on a bench he had seen when Steve showed them the kitchen. He tore open his knapsack, a faint smile spread across his lips when he saw his pack of cigarettes.

It wasn’t a serious habit, he’d rather be rolling a joint, but he needed to have a clear head. Honestly, right now he only wanted to calm his jangled nerves. Placing one between his lips, flicking the lighter, he lit it and inhaled. Feeling, the calm wash over him, he exhaled skyward and tossed the lighter back into his bag. Sighing and closing his eyes he leaned against the house.

One day, he didn’t know when but he would make Jason pay. He inhaled again, exhaling skyward then tapped the ashes near the bench.

Finally, he glanced around as he slouched. It resembled a post card, of course Harrington’s parents would have a place here. He made a face and inhaled again.

******

Rolling over, you stretched with a very contented smile. Rolling over onto a cool place on the bed, you frowned. Eddie wasn’t there but unlike in your dream you knew, you were awake. Shivering you grabbed the pajamas you shed last night and quickly slipped them on.

Walking into the bathroom, you practically hopped till you reached the plush carpet. The tile was freezing. You quickly took care of your needs.

Walking up to the mirror, your eyes grew. Your looked at the lion mane that had been your hair. Whimpering, you ran a comb through your hair. You made it through some tedious knots. You were able to calm the mane a little.

Remembering why you had the lion’s mane and you closed your eyes at the memory. A soft achy pulse blossomed between your legs. What had Eddie done to you, you thought desperately. Taking a breath, you tried to calm your heart.

Turning, you decided to go and find him. You crept down the hallway. You stopped at the top of the stairs as you heard, Eddie’s raspy voice.

“Don’t be. Just go and warn Dustin about Jason.”

Worry curled in your stomach. What had happened. You went down a few of the steps.

“Don’t worry about Y/N and I,” You stopped hearing Eddie again. “we’re safely tucked away.” You heard him continue.

You went to the bottom of the stairs, this house was far too big. Where was he? You looked around. Hearing a door, you went in its direction.

Reaching the kitchen, your stomach churned. Grabbing a glass and opening the fridge, you soon were pouring yourself a glass of juice. Taking a hearty gulp it eased the hunger in your stomach.

Looking out the window, you saw a cloud of smoke. You placed the glass with a soft clang on the counter beside the jug of juice. Taking a breath with one hand you hoisted yourself onto the cool counter top. You were able to peak out.

You saw Eddie and smiled. How he looked with closed eyes, his legs spread and cigarette dangling, somehow was very sexy. It made the ache between your legs more intense.

You swallowed. Was this really possible, you wondered. Just the sight of him, the memory and you were unbelievably aroused.

You envisioned, going onto to him and straddling his lap. You bit your bottom lip, you couldn’t go out to him. Your stomach fluttered. No, that was scary you couldn’t do that. Maybe..maybe you reasoned as you grew wetter and the pulsing ache, grew between your legs. You needed relief. With your heart beating harder, with your free hand you cupped yourself. You squeezed, it only pulled a moan from you but did nothing to squash your ache.

One of your fingers slipped and it easily slid between your wet folds. You trembled.

“Show me what I taught you.” You remembered Eddie urging you while you both laid in your bed.

Easily, you slid your finger between the wet folds, making your breath catch as you grazed your opening. Seeing him just on the other side of the window as you dragged your finger up to your little bud made you whimper. Closing your eyes, you slipped another finger against yourself. That was electric.

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Eddie, pulled back from reclining against the house. He could have sworn he heard something from the kitchen. Had you woken up, he wondered. He pulled on the cigarette a final time, stubbed it out and exhaled skyward.

Grabbing his knapsack, he decided to head back, opening the door he stopped where he stood. He grew hard, the sight made his cock twitch. There you were leaning against the counter, head thrown back and a hand between your legs. Stepping forward, palming himself a soft sound poured from his lips.

Eyeing your abandoned, half filled glass. He practically inhaled the orange juice. Grateful you had left the jug open, he grabbed it and took some very deep sips from it. All the while he never stopped looking at you and he grew harder. Not able to take it any longer, he put the jug down. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.

You were entranced by your moving fingers between your legs, and somehow balancing you still had not heard or seen him. He watched as you gasped, licking at your lips. The sounds that came from your wet pussy were almost too much for him.

Carefully, he came up behind you. He figured that actually might be the safest. The sight of how your back twisted, the curve of your hips and he twitched hard in his jeans.

“You naughty minx.” He breathed close to your ear. He left little space between the two of you.

You scrambled, a scream began to peal from your mouth. He acted fast and managed to cover your mouth before the scream could be heard outside. Easily had managed to catch you so didn’t fall into the counter or onto the cool linoleum. “We don’t want to alert all of Hawkins, sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling you close against him.

How fast you managed to turn to face him, was surprising. “Eddie, you beast!” His stomach tightened hearing how breathless you were as you tried to talk to him. You hit his arm.

“Ow!” He pretended to wince, though he allowed himself to chuckle before his lips curled into a smirk. “Am I?”

He remained holding you close, the sensation of you chest rising and fall was growing in intoxicating. Your nipples were becoming more erect with against the fabric.

“Yes.” He could feel as your body began to relax.

“I’m not the one finger deep in my very, very wet pussy.”

A soft sound was all that came from your voice as your mouth opened and closes to reply to him. He tilted his head from side to side, he was feeling very playful. Seeing this new and incredibly wicked side, he was going to see just how much he could unleash.

“Is that sound from feeling hard cock pressed against you?”

You closed your eyes and nodded.

“I’m not finished my little minx. Or is it from my voice?”

Your body trembled, he saw your cheeks become a deeper shade of scarlet before you buried your face into his chest.

Making a disapproving sound, he very easily picked up your curvy body and eyeing a safe spot, placed you on the counter. You made a soft sound as your thighs felt the cool ceramic.

“Minx, what have I told you?” He asked as he bent close, so his lips grazed your ear as he spoke to you. “I want you to use your words. I enjoy hearing you.”

Stepping back, he looked you up and down. The shirt is a size too big. Yet it still showed off how wonderfully erect your nipples were against the cotton. Since the shorts were also too big, he glanced between your legs and was please with what he saw. The swatch against your pussy was soaked through, his finger tips tingled, wanting to feel you. Since you were incredibly aroused, your soft pussy was flushed and puffy wanting far more attention then your fingers had given it.

You whimpered and shifted from side to side ob the counter he placed you on. “It’s you Eddie. And I need you.”

Making an endearing sound, as he drew close to you. “Do you minx?” He placed a hand on either side of you. “When I walked in, you looked as if you were doing a good enough job without me.” His eyes met yours, the desperation he saw matched his own but he was going to rein his in. You on the other hand, he wanted to make squirm more.

You whimpered. “The sight of you helped,” Your eyes pleaded as you looked up at him. It made his stomach tighten. His desire for you grew. “But, but my fingers are not as good as you.” You continued.

“I do enjoy making you feel good.” He gently grazed his nose against yours. “Though, I never realized just what a naughty minx you are.”

A sound came from you that made him swallow. You were making him so hard. “What do you mean by that?” Your cheeks grew warm but this time you didn’t hide your face.

“We’re in the middle of Steven Harrington’s parents summer home.” Your eyes grew as he spoke. “Their kitchen to be exact.” He licked his bottom lip before continuing. “And you were mere moments ago touching,” Easily, he slipped one of his hands between the cotton of the shorts and your very wet pussy. “yourself, here.” He smiled, as you easily made his fingers slick.

You whimpered and bucked against his hand. Chewing on your bottom lip, moving just so you rested your forehead against his. “Umm, umm” He felt you tremble.

He pressed a quick kiss against your lips as he let his fingers slip between your folds. “I promise to not tell Steve.” He smirked, as you whimpered.

“Please.” You begged. He felt you move against his fingers. He did like that every much. “I couldn’t stop myself. I woke up, craving you, then seeing you I couldn’t stop myself.”

“You’re my girl. There’s no way I’d ever rat you out. And as it is…” Teased your opening, making you gasp. “I find this very hot.”

You breathed his named, he felt you once again move against him.

“I like the sound of my name on your lips.” He grazed his thumb upward and against your little bud, your little clit. Last night, he had really enjoyed finally feeling it against his tongue.

You moaned.

“Shall I make you cum, sweet little nymph?” He dragged his thumb down to your opening and back up to your clit.

As he looked at you he enjoyed seeing how you gripped the counter and he realized you had even opened your legs wider.

“Please, please make me cum.”

“Good girl, you used your words.” He slipped his thumb in, making you moan. “So proud of you.” He cooed softly, gently moving his thumb in you.

“Eddie, oh Eddie.” You panted, your breath warm in his face.

He wasn’t going to tease longer. He didn’t want to cum in these jeans. But he did want you to cum first. He began nibbling, kissing and gently sucking a trail on your soft throat. Even there you tasted so good.

Not relying on just his thumb he moved more of his fingers on you. Meeting your eyes, he slid in two fingers. They grew while your pussy were very snug around his fingers.

“Shall I do it like this? Want to cum on my fingers?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He easily moved them in and out, the wet sounds that came from you, were a delight to his ears. It made him so happy. Sighing, he moved till he lips trailer a path to one of your very erect nipples, it stranded against the shirt. He lapped at it. That made you shake.

“Does that feel good?” He glanced upward.

“Yes, yes please.” Moans pouring from your lips. “Don’t stop, don’t.” You echoed.

“I won’t.”

He lapped at it, letting taking it as best he could into his mouth. He quickened his fingers as they moved in and out. His lips curled into a smirk as he felt your fingers entwine in his hair. This time he didn’t stop till you called out loudly and gushed around his fingers. You melted against the ceramic counter and cabinet behind you.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out of you. You looked amazing. He licked them clean. He made a soft sound. “So good baby but..” Deliberately, he let his fingers trail off.

Blinking, you were breathless as you looked up at him. “What’s the matter?”

“I need you. I want to be inside of you.” The jeans were getting far too tight around him as he grew even harder.

“Then I’m yours.”

He stepped back and offered his hands. “Hop down for me little nymph.”

You looked confused but you did.

Once you did, he gave your hands a squeezing before letting go and easily pushed down on your shorts and they pooled at your feet. You looked at him.

“Don’t you trust me?”

You nodded. “I do, I’m just wobbly.”

“Good. I like you wobbly.”

Picking you up again. “Hold onto me.” You did, your legs immediately wrapped around him. He liked your instincts. He loved how your curvy body felt against his as he carried you to the he had lounged on last night.

Only this time, he sat down in the middle of the incredibly plush sofa. Holding you by your hips, easily he moved you onto his thighs. Reaching then between the two of you. He undid the button and the zipper of his jeans, the metallic sound of it competed with how breathless you sounded. He liked that.

Easily he moved enough to free himself of his boxers and jeans. A tremble went through him as he held his cock. His cock stood very hard between you, precum gently slid down the one side.

He reached out. “Now, I want you to slid down onto me. I want you to ride me.”

“Oh Eddie.” You shook, making a soft sound.

His thumbs caressing your hips. “Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, I want to.”

“If at any point you don’t please say something.”

******

“Ok.” You replied softly.

“Yes, that would probably be the best way for you to ride me.” Helping you, he guided himself to the apex between your legs.

Slowly you sunk down the length of him, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your head loll back. A soft moan poured from your mouth.

His hands squeezed your hips. “You feel so good.” His voice had grown deeper, his fingers made their way to the hem of your shirt. Helping him, you were soon free of it. “Look at you.”

Despite feeling him very deep within you, you still flushed at his compliment.

“My sweet little nymph even with my cock nestled deeply within you, I can still make you blush.” His words made you tremble.

“Eddie.” You breathed. “Oh! Oh, you feel so good too.” You managed moving around on him.

You made a soft sound as you finally looked at him. “So you do.”

“Follow my hands.”

Soon the two of you had found a rhythm. You got so wet as he slide in and out, stretching you. You don’t know why, but you shifted and led to actual bounce. Your eyes widened, “Oh!” You gasped.

“Do that again.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you began what felt like bouncing but so deliciously erotic. His jeans against your bare skin felt great. “Oh, oh Eddie.” You panted out, drawing close the two of you shared a sloppy hungry kiss. Your tongues, lips hungry for each other

Your excitement grew sharper, you began moving faster.

“That’s it, ride me. Ride me.” Your name broke his lipa but it changed into a moan.

Pleasure ripped through you, making everything pull from between the two of you. You grasped onto him hard, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Eddie…” You whimpered, you getting desperate to cum as you met his eyes. “I am getting close.”

“Cum for me then little nymph, I want to feel it.”

******

He pulled open the glass shower door, “Give me a kiss little nymph.”

Giggling, mid-soaping you leaned carefully over and gave him a quick kiss.

He didn’t know what had sent you to him or what he did to even deserve you, but he was grateful. Going into the bedroom, he slipped back on the jeans that were now much more comfortable. They kind of smelled faintly of you, but that didn’t matter to him. Compared to how long it has been since had actually done his own laundry. Had it been a week, no more like two since did Wayne’s at the same time.

Up ending the bag, he let the rest of the clothes they bought for him spill out. He actually made a face when he saw some striped polo shirts, man how much input did Steve put into this. Dustin was there, he should have known better, he pushed them aside when he finally spotted a plain black tee, he pulled that on.

“Eddie? Y/N…” The walkie talkie crackled. “Eddie, Y/N are you there?” But the squeak of the voice that did manage to cut through it, he’d know anywhere.

He held it close to his mouth and squeezed the button. “Dustin?”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Dustin, stop being dramatic. Who else other then Y/N would have answered.” He sat down besides the discard pile of polos.

“Good point but Jason is on the war path.”

“So Gareth got ahold of you?”

You came over wrapped in a towel. “Who is that?” You mouthed.

“Dustin.” he mouthed.

“No, what happened? Is he ok?” Dustin’s voice became shrill.

“Jason, went to his place and was asking around for me.”

“Oh, ok. Erica called me after he stopped by.”

“Is she ok?”

He heard, Dustin inhale a squeaky sound. “Of course she is. Why?”

“He threw Gareth into his drums and..”

“What?” Dustin squeaked.

“Yeah. Because I wasn’t there.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. He’s flipped.” He pressed his lips together. “He may be looking for you next.”

“Me! Why? He doesn’t even know who I am.”

“When he threaten to break Gareth’s hand,” Eddie, looked up at the ceiling. “He mentioned that you may know where I am.”

“Well, I have Steve and the girls. He won’t mess with me.”

“I hope you’re right.” He rubbed his forehead.

“I’ll be ok.”

“You better be. Umm, when will you guys bringing our the rest of the food.”

“Oh that yeah, tomorrow. We found some clues about that Vecna that we are going to follow.”

“Huh? And how will that keep you safe Henderson?”

“Like I said, Steve is here.”

“Alright, tell him I will make him pay if anything happens.”

“I heard that Munson.” Eddie heard a muffled Steve.

“Well,” Eddie swallowed. “Good.”

“Alright see you two in the am tomorrow.”

“Ok. All you stay say alright.” He could practically see Dustin’s metallic smile. “We will be.”

******

You held up one of garishly colored polo shirts, once you were finally dressed in some a soft pleated skirt with a tee and the cardigan. The blouses like polos were a bit too much.

“Are they trying to make you look like a country club type?”

A bark of laughter came from Eddie. “Feels like it. You will never see me in one of those, especially that one. Those colors.” He made a face.

“So, tomorrow they’re coming.”

He smiled, reaching out he pulled you close. Your stomach gurgled loudly. You both shared a smiled but when your stomach seemed to protest and gurgle, you broke out giggling.

“We better go and make you something to eat.”

You nodded.

*******

Once downstairs, Eddie promised you that he could whip up something fun for the two of you to eat. So he urged you to go and relax on the sofa with the notebook the girls had gotten you. Curled up in one of the corners, you pulled the large cardigan down around your legs. Not used to skirts much less short little pleated ones, you were a little cold so that helped.

You began to scrawl and even draw some doodles. You were tempted to start a new story since it was a new notebook and all, but you were not sure if you could. You chewed absently on the pen.

You did manage to draw a few little hearts and all the comes to girl who is happy with her boyfriend. It was something you had always wanted to do.

“Eddie & Y/N! Y/N hearts Eddie.” Eddie’s raspy voice was close by. You jumped, turning a small scream came from you. Eddie playfully loomed above you.

He chuckled. “Sorry little nymph, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I found something for you to nibble on before I make us something.”

“Oh?” He produced a bowl with some pretzels.

“Perfect.” You immediately grabbed a few and popped them into your mouth.

“Alright, I’ll be scouring the kitchen for our feast.”

You giggled. ”I can’t wait.”

“My little nymph?” He turned.

You turned. “Yes?”

“Heart you!” He made a heart with his fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Eddie, hey.”

He chuckled. “I mean it.” He held up a heart.

You placed the notebook and pen in your lap. “Eddie!”

“Yes?”

You held up a heart with your fingers.

Eddie held up his heart as he walked backward into the kitchen, stumbling he exaggerated his trip. Before announcing, he was back at the search.

So once again you were scrawling away in your notebook. Glancing towards the kitchen, once at again, you watched as he nibbled on a few pretzels while he went about opening and closing some of the cabinets.

Catching your at one point mid-nibbling, he winked at you. You smiled back at him. This was nice you mused the situation you both had been thrown into.

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[fanfics4all]

Characters I write for!

Masterlist

Characters with ❤️  are my favorite to write for! 

Arrow: 

Dinah Drake

Felicity Smoak ❤️

Laurel Lance

Oliver Queen

Roy Harper

Sara Lance

Thea Queen

Tommy Merlyn ❤️

and all the actors/actresses

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid ❤️

and all the actors/actresses

Fear the Walking Dead:

Alicia Clark

Althea Szewczyk-Przygocki

Jake Otto

Madison Clark

Nick Clark ❤️

Troy Otto ❤️

Victor Strand

and all the actors/actresses

Good Trouble:

Alice Kwan

Callie Adams-Foster

Davia

Dennis Cooper ❤️

Evan Speck ❤️

Gael Martinez ❤️

Jamie Hunter

Mariana Adams-Foster

Malika Williams

and all the actors/actresses

Harry Potter:

Bellatrix Lestrange ❤️

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy ❤️

Fred Weasley ❤️

George Weasley ❤️

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood ❤️

Narcissa Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Ron Weasley

Rubeus Hagrid

Seamus Finnigan

Severus Snape ❤️

Sirius Black

Tom Riddle/Voldemort ❤️

and all the actors/actresses

Riverdale:

Alice Cooper

Archie Andrew

Betty Cooper

Cheryl Blossom

Fangs Fogarty ❤️

Fred Andrews

FP Jones ❤️

Hermione Lodge

Hiram Lodge

Jason Blossom

Joaquin Desantos ❤️

Josie McCoy

Jughead Jones ❤️

Kevin Keller

Malachai ❤️

Penny Peabody

Polly Cooper

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea ❤️

Tom Keller

Toni Topaz

Veronica Lodge

and all the actors/actresses

The 100:

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Emori

Finn Collins

Jasper Jordan ❤️

John Murphy ❤️

Lexa

Monty Green

Octavia Blake

Raven Reyes

Roan

and all the actors/actresses

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina:

Agatha

Ambrose Spellman ❤️

Caliban ❤️

Dorcas

Father Blackwood

Harvey Kinkle ❤️

Hilda Spellman

Lucifer Morningstar

Mary Wardwell/Madam Satan

Nicholas Scratch ❤️

Prudence Night

Rosalind Walker

Sabrina Spellman

Susie/Theo Putnam ❤️

Tommy Kinkle ❤️ 

Zelda Spellman

The Flash:

Barry Allen ❤️

Caitlin Snow

Cisco Ramon

Harrison Wells/Harry Wells

Leonard Snart ❤️

Nora West-Allen

Savitar ❤️

Wally West

The Fosters:

AJ Hensdale

Brandon Foster

Callie Adams-Foster

Emma Kurtzman

Jesus Adams-Fosters

Jude Adams-Foster ❤️

Lucy 'Lou' Chan ❤️

Mariana Adams-Foster

Mat Tan

Wyatt ❤️

The Walking Dead:

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andra

Beth Greene ❤️

Carl Grimes ❤️

Carol Peletier

Daryl Dixon ❤️

Enid

Eugene Porter

Glenn Rhee ❤️

Jesus

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Negan ❤️

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Shane Walsh

Tara Chambler

[tylermileslockett]

Atalanta #3 (Centaurs Attack)

As the girl blossoms into a young woman, she grows powerful and wild, like her patron goddess Artemis. And as a loyal devotee of the virgin Goddess, Atalanta also chooses to remain chaste. While trekking the hills of Mount Parthenium, she comes upon two centaurs, Rhoecus and Hylaeus, who, lusting after the girl, give chase. But the centaurs choose their prey poorly, for Atalanta is no helpless maiden, and she turns her fine archery skills upon them with brutal efficiency.

Centaurs (Kentauroi) were savage, lustful, half-man half-horse creatures that roamed the wilds, of Mount Pelion of Thessaly. The line of Centaurs begins with a mortal, King Ixion, who Zeus, suspecting of foul intention with his wife, tricks into laying with a cloud version of Hera. Strangely the race of centaurs are born from this union. For his transgression, Ixion is sent to Tartarus in the underworld for punishment, and tied to a burning, spinning wheel for eternity.

In the myth of the Centauromachy, king Peirithous of the Lapiths, sharing heritage of Ixion as father, invites the centaurs to his wedding celebration. However, the centaurs become drunk off the wine, and attempt to rape and kidnap the women of the party. The Lapiths fight back, and the heroes Jason and Theseus, being invited guests, help to fight off the creatures, finally driving them off.

Another centaur, Nessus, has the distinction of killing the great hero Hercules. When the centaur attempted to rape Hercules wife, Deanira, the hero used arrows tipped with the poisonous blood of the hydra to kill him. But as he lay dying, his blood soaking his vest, he told Hercules wife to use the vest as a love charm.

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[madebyleftovermuses]

Chapter Forty-Two: The Man in Black

If I tried calling my s/o and they don’t answer I would be worried

Jughead out here calling Archie out

The fuck is up with this random farm?

A town called Athens okay 👌

Archie you dumb fuck don’t be telling everyone who you are and NEVER trust a pretty face

When kids laugh in a deserted town it’s creepy especially if they are play G&G

So, the men are working for Hiram?

This bastard really out here eating eggs with a spoon?!

And Archie got knocked the fuck out. He also probably got kidnapped

Archie don’t be a hero, you’re too much of an impulsive idiot to be one

Talking about murder in the barn

Time to pay a little visit mommy

Veronica moving out at 16/17

Hermione trying to be a concerned parent

I have a feeling Hermione truly has nothing to do with Minetta

“He’s my husband” Hermione, sweetie, he’s a user and you’re just one of his pawns and you have been since high school

Pop is like “this bitch is here before me, how dare she”

Bartender! Reggie ❤️

Skirts and dresses with pockets are the best

Here’s the third-party sticking his nose into business

Just twist the knife of the love of your daughter’s life just left her

“They’re cheaters and criminals” and like you��re not? Don’t be high and mighty Hiram you’re trash

“Are you angry about something?” ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND ANS STUPID HIRAM?! YOU’VE CAUSE NOTHING BUT CHAOS IN YOUR WAKE

Didn’t Hiram cut Veronica off at the end of last season? And now he’s claiming to be there for her?

Casino night!

Reggie’s plaid pants

Reggie is mood when Veronica pulled out Pop’s deed

The dealer looked concerned

Elio looks a bit upset losing

Goldwater where the hell do the writers get their last names?!

Aw, Pop wanting at least one Lodge to be not so shady

Don’t fucking defend that monster!!

Minetta was found headless and handless we all know who did that…Carl the llama he likes hands

Ink blot test really

Candy? That’s what they call their medicine?

My question is why does Alice have a fondness for that hell hole

Fizzle rocks? So, if you’re bad you don’t get any?

Crazy Ethel is your roommate

There’s the Ethel from the comics

Betty pleading to Ethel

Blossoms are shady we already knew that. Cheryl and Jason being the exception

Betty is definitely the interesting story

Did the writers go through Tumblr looking for ship names?

Ethelhead? It’s no worse than people shipping her with Sweet Pea 🤢🤮

And Betty is savage

I don’t mean to bash ships but half of them I don’t understand and can’t see them being together

Betty just out here being Nancy Drew

Of course, Hiram has something to do with this shit

Nope, no escape for you

Ether, Sister Woodhouse, creepy strong men

Isn’t that kind of illegal, never mind the whole thing is illegal

Time to meet the King

Cousin Cheryl save Betty like the bamf that you are!

[13xwishes]

Imma play dirty too and [insert all of the munday questions here] ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Munday questions! || { Accepting } || @ofthepuzzle

//Copycat. Just cause I did it to you... But I'm gonna do it anyway just cause :P//

⭐️ - Who are some characters that remind you of yourself?

Sometimes I reflect on many characters based on their actions and personality. Like Zuko, I tend to make mistakes an struggle but overcome my obstacles. Like Bloodgood, I strive to be a good leader and make the best decisions when I’m given the opportunity. But I would have to say for overall, I feel like Abbey Bominable I relate to the most as a whole. (See this for why). The only difference is that my element would be fire.

💕 - What’s something that never fails to make you happy?

Music. Music always puts me in a good mood or helps me reflect my mood. It gives me freedom and release in my mind. Also, sitting on or by the beach in the perfect weather, painting or drawing a new idea.

🌷 - What’s a few candle scents you like?

Angel's Whispers (no pun intended), Tropical Blossoms, both by Glade. But my all time favorite is "Love always wins" by Bath and Body Works, the special Pride candle.

🎁 - What is your ideal gift for yourself?

A new apartment in Cali? ^^; Well something a bit more reachable at the moment, a moped so i can stop taking the bus and train.

💭 - What’s on your mind right now?

Figuring out getting the new job and place to start my new life in the San Fransisco Bay Area. I got accepted into grad school so I'm making that move! I'm also thinking how to be more consistent on the things i wanna do like art. And of course, how to spend my birthday this year cause it's coming up on the 26th!

👀 - Name a series you’ve recently started!

The Dragon Prince (Netflix), Why Women Kill (Paramount +) and Woke (Hulu)

🫂 - Who is your top five (ten, twenty) favorite characters?

Oh damn, lets leave it with 5 for now cause I don't wanna make this post long XD

Jason Todd/Red Hood (Arkham Verse) My Husband!

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir

Luka Couffaine/Viperion,

Abbey Bominable,

Harley Quinn

💪 - Quick, name something you’re proud of!

My brother becoming city councilman, my dedication to my art, my writing skills and my ability to critique properly without giving hate.

🫧 - What’s a few things that make you feel relaxed and comfortable?

Adding onto the second question: ocean waves, a thunderstorm, hot cup of tea or cocoa, writing down ideas i get, 90s sitcoms, shipping and gazing at the stars.

🍃 - If you had to pick a season for it to be all year long, what would you pick?

Summer!!! I maybe a fall baby, but i love it when it's hot outside! The cold never stop bothering me everyday DX!

🌈 - What is something you enjoy about yourself? What is something others have said they enjoy about you?

I'm glad I'm not afraid to speak my mind because before I would hide away and think about what others would think of me. But I know what I say matters and I know when NOT to say things. I'm more glad to control it.

🍰 - What is a dessert you can’t get enough of?

Gingerbread cheesecake! I love how I make it and how it comes out. I make it on occasions and we (the family and I) always cry when it's all gone.

🎨 - What is your favorite color combination?

Lavender, Magenta, Cyan and Gold or Halloween Palettes.

💎 - Do you like to wear bracelets and/or other jewelry?

Only on occasions. On a regular basis, I usually just wear earrings. Mainly the hoops.

❤️ - This isn’t a question, I just wanted to say that I love seeing you on my dashboard!

[bisousrouges]

Cheryl Blossom, twin of Jason Blossom, next heir of the Blossom Maple business, Nursing major, head of house for Zeta, captain of the cheer team, social media influencer and most important very rich, who are you? 💋❤️

I'm homeless loveless and so sick of both of those things

[dellalyra]

Don’t mess with the Joneses - brother!jughead

Words: 1555

Warnings: Cursing, the whole playbook thing, cute siblings

Request: Hey! I really love your works, they’re all amazing!  I was wondering if I could request an imagine where the reader is Jughead’s sister (twin or younger, whichever you prefer) and when Betty found the playbook Y/N’s name was in it but not beside any boy’s name yet (she never dated) however, when Jughead complains about his sister going on a date with one of the jocks, Veronica shows him a picture of the playbook and he gets really overprotective and the next day at school he hits the guy or something and then Brother/Sister fluff maybe??? @allkindofimaginesmultifandoms Thank you ❤️❤️

 A/N: Ok, this was adorable to write. The whole idea of the playbook disgusts me. Personally, I’m in love with Jughead so it was kinda odd and hard to veer away from romantic relations with Jughead to sibling Juggie so I hope I did it justice. There are also hints to bughead in this so if you don’t like it that’s fine but don’t give out about it. :)

      “Hey guys, get in here. Trev was right, they didn’t even bother to hide it.” Betty Cooper turned around to the rest of her investigative crew to show them her findings. Opening the book, all the girls peaked over her shoulder to have a look at the mythological playbook.

“New girl? Is that what I’m reduced to? 9 points.” Veronica Lodge scoffed at the disgusting lies.

“Better than ‘Big girl’, 7.5.” Ethel sounded dejected at the recent discovery.

“Polly’s name is in this book, next to Jason’s.” Betty started to tear up at seeing her sister’s name next to the murdered boy’s.

“I’m so sorry Betty.” Veronica patted her friend’s shoulder.

“This isn’t – Jason would never -“ Cheryl was cut off by a furious Betty.

“It’s right there Cheryl – God! Your brother hurt my sister!” Betty rounded on the Blossom girl, but was soon cut off by Veronica.

“B, look. Just under Ethel’s name. Y/N Jones, but there’s no football players name next to it.” Veronica had gotten to know the other Jones very well, as her and Jughead were both part of the Sad Breakfast Club.

“Oh my god V, that must mean she’s a target. What do we tell Y/N? Jughead’s going to freak. Y/N Jones: ½ of the Addam’s Family.” Betty read Y/N’s name and superlative from the boook. Betty had been very close with the Jones twins for the majority of her life, so she was aware of how protective they were of each other.

      Later that night at Pop’s; Betty, Veronica, Archie and Jughead were sitting around the table discussing the days events. Betty and Veronica hadn’t mentioned the playbook, as they figured they should talk to Y/N before saying anything to her brother.

“Where’s Y/N tonight Jug?” Archie asked, as she usually accompanied them to Pop’s.

“Don’t even go there. She’s gone out on a date with Jackson, you know, big brain dead football player. He’s a douchebag, but there was no stopping her.” Betty and Veronica froze at the news, glancing at each other.

“Juggie. Now don’t freak out but, there’s something I think you should know.” Betty tried to say calmly as Veronica opened the picture of the playbook on her phone. She slid her phone across the table to Jughead.

“That’s Y/N’s name, what is this?” Jughead quirked an eyebrow at the girl’s across from him. Archie looked at the girls in shock.

“It’s the football player’s playbook.” Veronica fiddled with her purse.

“You found it? I didn’t think it was real, just some thing the idiots made up.” Archie took the phone from Jughead and looked at the pictures.

“Ok. In case you guys haven’t noticed I’m not exactly bosom buddies with the football team, so please explain, what the fuck is this?” Anyone could see the apprehension growing in Jughead’s eyes. He didn’t like his sister being anywhere near the football team, seeing as they’ve never had a good word to say to the Jones twins before now.

Betty and Veronica took turns explaining the hypothesis of the book, and as they delved into further detail, Jughead hand’s turned to fists. When the girls were done, he quickly excused himself and stormed out the door.

    Running back to the drive in as fast as he could, his mind was racing with thoughts of that bastard hurting his sister. He knew for sure that that imbecile Jackson had another thing coming when he got to school tomorrow as there was one thing everyone should know: don’t fuck with the Joneses.

      Cracking open the projection room door, he saw Y/N curled up asleep on her bed. Relieved she was home, he decided he would talk to her in the morning. He scanned her face and arms quickly, to make sure there were no bruises, and his mind was eased a fraction to find her skin was clear. Jughead was dreading school, and hoped that there were no rumours or instagram posts regarding Y/N and sticky maples circling the student body.

      Y/N Pov

      Waking up to the sun creeping in the window of the drive in, you stretched and looked over to find your brother still asleep. He was still out when you got home last night, so you figured it would be best to let him sleep on a bit.

As quietly as you could you got yourself ready for the day, and made your way to Pop’s for breakfast. Sitting down in your usual booth, you recounted the events of last night. Grant Jackson had (very suprisingly, and out of the blue) asked you out yesterday, you threw caution to the wind and accepted his invitation. Meeting him at Pop’s at 8pm, you sat down and ordered your food. This was your first date, but you sure as hell knew that guys were supposed to ask questions and not talk about football plays and himself for the 45 minutes you were sitting together. When you both got up to leave, he offered you a ride home. You politley declined on 2 grounds: A) Nobody knew you and Jughead were living at the Drive In and B) You couldn’t fucking stand this guy. Taking off very quickly, you made your way home, took off your make up and threw yourself into bed, looking forward to telling Jughead about your date’s boneheadedness.

    It was lunch time when you saw your brother, and the situation you found him in was the very last on your list of expectations. You were putting you books in your locker when you heard shouting down the hall. Curiosity overtook you as you followed the sounds to a circle of people chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’. Sneaking your way through the many bodies, you found your brother being held back by Archie Andrews and Grant Jackson lying on the ground with a bloody nose.

“Jughead Jones! What are you doing?!” You screamed at him, worried for his safety.

“This bastard wanted to put you in the goddamn playbook.” Jughead was still struggling against Archie’s grip. You had heard talk around school of the playbook, so you were aware of what it involved.

“Yeah, ‘The Other Half of the Addam’s family’. The freak wouldn’t even let me kiss her. You were just too fucking weird for me to even go near. A whole family of goddamn freaks.” At the sound of Jackson dissing your family, you spun around.

“You sick bastard. Don’t you dare talk about my family like that.” And with that, you kneed him in the groin and walked off to get Jughead, leaving him groaning on the ground and the majority of the audience cheering (bar the dickheads and rest of the playbook crew).

“Jughead, c’mon. Let’s get ice on your eye.” You thanked Archie and dragged Jughead along to the nurse’s office.

Grabbing an ice pack, you place it on your brother’s eye as you both sit in silence.

“Nothing happened Jug. Straight after I finished my burger I bolted. He was a dick and that was way too much socialisation for me one one night.” You try to soothe his anger.

He chuckled at his anti-social twin, literally the other half of him.

“Did he hurt you?” Jughead was dreading the answer to this.

“Jug, no. Nothing happened. I swear.” You placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder.

“Good. I’m also glad I don’t have to put my hand on Grant Jackson again, God know where he’s been. By the way, when did you become so Beatrix Kiddo? Kneeing him in the balls!” Of course your brother was making a Tarantino reference.

“Thank you Juggie. For sticking up for me back there and protecting ‘the family honour’. I love you” Neither you nor your brother were great at handling emotions, both being very private and closed off people. Being open was something you both reserved for each other and occasionally others.

“Anything for my baby sister.” He smirked down at you as you both stood up and exited the nurse’s office.

“I’m literally 17 minutes younger!” You retorted, smacking his shoulder.

He just chuckles at you and slings his arm around your shoulder.

“By the way, I’m sure Betty’s probably heard about the fight by now. You should text her to tell her that her darling Juggie is ok.” You hinted at his blossoming romance with the sweetheart that is Betty Cooper.

“Please stop your mouth from moving Y/N.” Jughead’s cheeks tint pink at your teasing.

“No, no Juggie. I’m fully behind this, my twin brother and one of my best friends.” Smiling at your big brother and how much happier he has seemed since she entered his heart.

“C’mon you pain in the ass, let’s go home and put a movie on in the Drive In.” Jug said. After the day you both had, a half day was deserved.

    When you got home, Jughead put ‘Airplane’ on and you ate your take-out Pop’s on the roof of your current home. In that moment the twins knew, as did the rest of Riverdale: Jughead and Y/N Jones are two peas in a pod, always on the same wavelength and always there for each other. They may have things tough, and they might not have much. But, no matter what; through thick and thin, they will always have each other.