#OKAY BUT LIKE TAM? I LOVE HIM

[thefanboyhub]

Cannon Things In KOTLC People Seem To Forget:

Also me just being mad that people don't talk about something I love lol

- Sophie is SHORT. She is SMALL. Which also means Dex was even SHORTER in the first book or two.

- Biana feels left out and forgotten by her parents because of Fitz.

- Alvar was a glass child. Invisible, which is ironic considering his ability, but yeah. He was pretty much outshined by his siblings. (Probably gay to tbh.)

- Fitz has daddy issues and he's spoiled. Have you seen how Alden is with him? If I had a dad like that I'd have tantrums too. (Lucky me I got a pedo dad and an mostly absent mom... ✨ yay✨)

- Keefe is a year ahead of people his age, he's younger then Fitz too but is still second place in class ranking.

- Marella's mom had a head injury. She has brain damage. People don't talk about that enough.

- Sophie has crippling anxiety and self worth issues because of her up bringing. She was literally bullied and if that wasn't enough she had to hear what EVERYONE really thought about her. She is literally so brave and has incredible patience. (Y'all need to hop off my home girls ass, she's literally so fucking interesting.)

- Bronte has curly hair... WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS???

- Everyone has british accents but crisper. (I always forget this when I read unless it's Fitz talking 💀)

- Cognat's are like married couples. (PRENTICE AND TIERGAN MAN— GET TOGETHER ASDNJSJD)

- There are a lot of blond haired characters. Like... a lot.

- Stina is a tall girl with curly hair and is so pretty.

- Dex, Lex, Bex, Rex, and Kesler are RED. HEADS. GOD DAMNIT. STOP MAKING THEM BLOND.

- Edaline and Julien are sisters. I feel like we don't talk enough about that and we don't see enough of them being sisters.

- Most of the adults are manipulative, even the good ones. Edaline and Kesler are like the two safest options in the series.

- Ro cares a lot about Keefe (it's buried deep but it's there.)

Anyways. That's all. Oh and my name is Ollie ✨

[aurenflare]

making redesigned keeper character portraits rn for fun and i'm so so thankful to past benn for doing all the guys first. ofc i had soo much fun doing the guys with all my silly headcanons but also... the girls... the keeper women... they're so so fun to draw... i love drawing outfits for them... omg

[itsallaboutbl]

Tam and I decided. We're going to try learning more about each other.

[ragnars-tooth]

I'm here again, hi <3 it was zanna's turn in the blender (matt's brain)

a non-comprehensive #very real #very canon family history below

gwilanna made a comment at some point about zanna having remarkable aptitude given her father was a human - so the (tangentially? almost?) fain/magic has to come from her mother. Based on Henry and Agatha, I presume it's either less likely/impossible for men to be sibyls anyway? they get the seer powers and animals.

ANYWAY, Morgan was the last active sibyl - once her husband died, she did her best to instill a fear of romance in every George to come. She did try, but Elaine was her daughter, and Lydia was her grandaughter.

Elaine was pretty rebellious against the whole learning the family trade thing and ran off to fall in love instead. When she died, Morgan took in her granddaughter. She trained Lydia in the natural medicine/divination aspects, but then Lydia fell in love with the first normal man she met (a dental student, no less!!), and everything snowballed again. Morgan's had enough of these love-struck women fr - she stopped intervening all together after that and only got back in contact with Lydia after the divorce.

It's my expert opinion that there's a curse of some kind running down the George line - all the men seem to die far before their partners, and often during her pregnancy. Weird, right? Lucky for Paul, it was slacking that year and he survived to the divorce. Now he can be a gay dentist forever, I guess.

Lydia and Paul were so different that it took fifteen years for the novelty to wear off and they realised they didn't have a thing in common. DIVORCE!! WOO!! Then Paul had a latent gay awakening at 45- good for him <3 He is otherwise boring to the point of irritation. He has no sense of smell. His diet is beige. He owns twelve of the same shirt and trousers. He hasn't changed his grocery list in three decades. He loves it this way.

As no slight at all to her, Becca follows in his footsteps - she gets a normal desk job and meets her normal boyfriend and they have a normal life together. They just probably shouldn't have kids if she wants him to make it to middle-age. Not that Lydia's going to bring that up at any point - why would she? Seems to have stopped all on its own.

Lydia doesn't dislike her children, but she probably wouldn't have had any if she'd thought about it for more than a few seconds. She likes that they exist. They're a lot more interesting now they're adults, and she sends them birthday and christmas gifts every year based on that one thing the girls said they liked at eight years old. Sometimes she gets them backwards.

Lydia's probably some sort of literature teacher, a bit of a recluse in the countryside. She taught Zanna all about plants when they'd go walking around the cottage and fostered her interest in geography. If she found out about Zanna's sibyl powers, she'd have been very proud, and probably killed Gwilanna with her bare hands. David would have concerned her mildly, but she'd have found the died and un-died thing hilarious.

As for everyone else, Paul's father is a doctor and his mother's some kind of heiress - anyway, that's where the generational wealth and the Surrey cottage come in. The dentist salary supports the swanky car lifestyle for his daughters.

Richard... exists <3 evidently i must have had lots of thoughts about him before, given he's been in one of my fics for ages. Did i write any of it down, though? no <3 He's a paediatrician and very nice. Probably at least a little boring if the relationship with Paul's going to work out. The lack of bloodline curses is probably working in his favour. They have a very low-key wedding.

[mywritersmind]

GO OUT WITH ME - LN4

summary : Lando doesn’t beg. But when it comes to y/n, he can’t help it.

listen up : nothing big to note! just cuteness

word count : 945

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“Go out with me.” He says for the third time today, watching me swipe on my strawberry lip gloss. I pocket the bottle into my jeans pocket, crossing my arms over my black vest. I look to Lando who’s behind me in his papaya suit.

“Could you please stop bothering my friend?” Oscar says, sitting on a stool in his own driver's room.

“I will if she says yes.” He looks at me with big blue eyes, smiling. Too bad I have to crush his dreams.

“No.” I shrug and look back to my childhood best friend.

“Why are you even here, Lan?” Oscar leans his head back against the wall.

“What do you mean? I love hanging out with my bestie!” He stands, messing with Oscar’s hair. I laugh a bit and his face lights up, “Go out with me.”

“Goodbye Lando!” Oscar pushes him out the door and slams it in his face. “You know he will stop if you ask him, right?”

I look at my manicure, sighing, “Yeah, I know.”

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Lando won. I go to a race to watch Oscar and everywhere I turn, Landos face is being projected onto some screen. I was there in Miami and now I'm here in the Netherlands.

I’m leaving the paddock when I literally run into the man. I told you he’s everywhere!

He’s smiling like I've never seen before, sweaty and laughing before he looks up at me, “Shit, Y/n! I’m sorry.”

“No problem.” I shake my head, “Congrats, by the way.” He bites his lip, his suit unzipped and water bottle in hand.

“Thanks! You must be a good luck charm.” he winks and I'm thoroughly reminded how attractive he is. I won’t go out with him but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate him.

“You going out to celebrate?” He’s walking with me through the hall.

“Nah I want fast food and a movie.” He shakes his head, a curl falling onto his forehead. “Join me?”

“Bye, Norris.” I walk out the door.

I can practically hear the smile in his sweet accent, “See you later, Y/l/n.”

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I knock on Oscar’s door repeatedly, “Open up, Idiot!”

No reply.

My stupid best friend hasn’t responded to me all night, we had plans for me to cheer him up after his crappy race but he’s totally ditching me!

“That’s my room.” I freeze when he speaks. The British accent is one that I will not confuse with Oscars.

I slowly turn to Lando, “Oh.”

“Any reason you’ve come for a visit?” He holds a bucket of ice and a dutch chocolate bar. “Change your mind about the date?”

I pull my lips into a thin line, “No! I’m looking for Oscar.”

He walks closer to me, “We switched rooms. He's a level down.”

“Shit.” I roll my eyes, “You think he’s asleep?”

“Definitely. Seemed wiped after today.” He shrugs and eyes the bag I'm holding.

I was supposed to cheer him up after a crappy race, I bought all the Australian treats I could find, “Great.” I sigh. ”He’s leaving tomorrow morning so now I’m stuck with all these snacks.”

“Snacks?” Lando almost laughs, “Poor you, stuck with food.”

“Australian snacks! We were supposed to watch ‘How to lose a guy in ten days’ and he was supposed to complain about it!” I frown, I don’t get to see Oscar often even though he’s just come from break, I barely saw him.

Lando unlocks his room, “I’m sorry. I’d invite you in but I'm assuming you’d say no.”

“Lando Norris… Are you giving up?”

His head shoots up when I say it, “No! I’m respecting your wishes.” He opens the door and walks in, clearly waiting for me to make my decision.

I push past him and jump the snacks onto his bed, “Oscar told me you don’t like tim tams.”

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An hour later I find myself watching Oscar and I’s movie with Lando. He’s actually really funny, and genuinely thinks this movie is hilarious.

I’m caught looking at him, “Everything okay?”

I nod slowly, pretending like I wasn’t just examining his face, “Can I ask you something?” He nods, “If I said yes… to a proper date- what would you do?”

He smiles, “Probably jump for joy, if i’m being honest.”

I roll my eyes.

“You know I don’t just ask you out on some whim right?“ He’s being serious. “I like you. I want to get to know you more.” He says it so casually but I can tell he’s nervous.

I can’t breathe, “More than just Oscar's friend?”

Lando shakes his head, toying with a candy in his hand, “You’ve always been more than Oscar's friend.”

“Then, yes.” I’m certain this time.

“Yes?”

“Yes i’ll go out with you.”

He blinks.

“You better not be joking.”

“I’m not!” I laugh and he puts his head into his hands, “Lando!”

“I knew you’d come around!” He points at me before pausing again, “This isn’t some pity thing, right? Just because I’m alone after I won doesn’t mean I’m all sad or something!”

“Lando.” I try but he keeps going.

“I did win, after all! And I don’t want you to say yes because of that either because it’s cool and all but I am more than a win also I swear I have other friends besides Os-”

“Lando!” I laugh and grab his face. He stops speaking, “I want to go out with you. Because you’re you.”

I can feel his heart beating, “That’s good.”

“Very good.” I agree. His smile hits me once more and I match it, “You’re cute.”

“I think I'm dreaming.”

note : race was TOUGHHH today😭 had to write smt happy to cope. loved it for charles tho can’t lie! hope you enjoy!

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Marzipan Boy part 1

Tim shot a quick message to Tam, letting her know that he would be busy for a while, and then he shoved his headphones on and pushed the button to darken the windows of his office.

Tam thought he was taking a nap, and encouraged his daily hour of “dark time”.

Tim was NOT taking a nap, he was watching the love of his life play video games (sue him, he might doze off once or twice during the stream, but it wasn’t on purpose.)

“Good afternoon, gamers. It’s NightenGames here, and I have not had enough coffee.”

Chuckling at the semi-regular intro, Tim took a sip of his dark roast and settled back into his desk chair.

“Today we’re playing Elder Ring- My friend PharaohTuck finally finished setting up my mods.”

Tim wasn’t entirely sure what exactly the mods NightenGames used did, but apparently they were necessary for him to play. The Yeddit threads were full of speculation- from control mods meant for metahumans/aliens, to cheats to make the games easier.

Very few fans believed that one- Nighten died too many times to be cheating with his mods.

“Ooooh, what a fancy character creator! Alright, folks- who should we mock this time? I’m seeing a lot of votes for Lex Luthor in the chat, a few for Bruce Wayne- which, let me remind you, I’ve already done both Wayne and Luthor in the last month, so they’re out.”

This was why Tim had originally followed NightenGames- the streamer would pick a rich person and then pretend to be them for the entire stream, as if they were playing the game. Yeddit had checked- most of the quotes Nighten used were straight from public videos of the target.

“Tim Drake, huh? CEO of Wayne Industries? Isn’t he, like, the same age as me? I dunno, guys- like, nepo baby for suresies, but…”

Tim startled at the sound of his own name, and swooned a little at the way it rang out in Nighten’s rich baritone.

“You’re right, BarleyWater32, I have not picked on Tim Drake yet. In my defense… I have no defense. He’s hot and I’d smash. Don’t want to spoil my minuscule chances, right? Right. Anyways. Oh! Oliver Queen, I can do him. Well, not DO him, but- make me shut up.”

Blinking at his computer, Tim couldn’t help but flush at the knowledge that his internet crush thought he was “hot and would smash”.

Tim would smash too, honestly. He’d done his research. Daniel ‘Danny’ Nightengale was VERY attractive behind the virtual avatars he used.

“Let me pull up Ollie-boy’s avatar- ah ha! Can’t miss that mustache anywhere.”

The avatar finally popped up in the video- Nighten didn’t usually have one up until the chat had chosen a victim, even if he did have a standard avatar for after he was done gaming.

If he had to pick, Tim liked the avatar for Queen the best. He wore a silly pair of green sunglasses, and his matching green mustache twirled far beyond his face- the real Oliver would never, but the mockery was funny.

“Ahem. Yes. Hello. My name is Ollie Queen and I’m richer than anyone else in this city. Let’s get this bread!”

Elder Ring went well- through some chance Nighten picked an archery build for his run through, which Tim thought was quite ironic- and the stream went on for a whole hour before Nighten switched to his standard avatar.

“Okay, folks, I’m going to shut down now- and Tim Drake? If you’re watching? DM me.”

Nighten chuckled a little, like he’d made an impossible request, but Tim was vibrating in his seat, reaching for his phone to DM the streamer.

The video ended abruptly, and Tim’s autotimer on the darkened windows ran out.

Tam was standing expectantly outside of the door, smiling serenely in- but her arms were full of folders that she undoubtedly need signatures on.

With a sigh, Tim took off his headphones, dropped his cell on his desk, and waved her in. Work waited for no man.

~~~

“Danny, are you sure you don’t want me to make you an avatar for one Tim Drake?”

“Positive, Tuck.”

Tucker pouted and draped himself over the back of the couch, leaning his head into Danny’s space as he worked on his essay.

“It would give you an excuse to watch videos of your cruuuuush!”

Danny felt his face go hot, and he shoved Tucker’s face away from his ear.

“Get off, man. I have to finish this paper before midnight.”

His friend stood straight, presumably looking at the clock on the oven.

“Oof, bro.”

10:30PM wasn’t a great time to be writing an essay. Danny knew he should have done it earlier, but, well. He had to film and edit a video for his second channel. UTube wasn’t earning him money yet, but hopefully soon?

Who was he kidding? He would probably have to go back to Vlad for money soon, and he hated the thought of it.

It was hard enough to live in this ramshackle Gotham apartment with both Tucker and Sam, keep up with UTube and streaming, and get through school, without having to cater to Vlad’s whims on top of it.

Sam had only promised to help with his portion of rent for two years, and he was almost hitting that deadline. He hated taking advantage of her guilt for getting him killed in the first place, but she had insisted, even if she couldn’t sustain it for their whole college career.

Danny groaned and turned his attention back to his paper.

11:15 rolled around, and Danny finished checking his paper for mistakes before sending it in. He shut his laptop, planning to brush his teeth before crashing out on the couch.

Tucker had already gone to bed, and Sam was out on an internship trip for the week, so he didn’t have to worry too much about being disturbed after he fell asleep.

His phone chimed with a donation notification and he lazily opened the message.

Tucker came running out of his and Sam’s bedroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and wielding a Creep Stick at Danny’s resulting screech.

“TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS? FROM TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE?”

[beiasluv]

arrow and papaya | o. piastri (81)

a/n: figured you guys are bored with yn adoring oscar…so here’s more 🤭

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yourinsta i am buying roscoe more treats rn 😦😭

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yourinsta obviously, i am his godmother 🩷

georgerussell63 he clearly haven’t met the most amazing mercedes driver enough yet

yourinsta are we hearing something? 😗

landonorris did you bribe him with tim tams

yourinsta you’re supposed to be on my side :(

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username are we getting yn and oscar baby fever???

username JAILLL 💀 they are my rookies/babies

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yourinsta okay, but only because you’ve asked nicely (and you’re my honey badger) 🫶

lilymhe anyone having trouble distinguishing yn and oscar’s instagram?? 🤭

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yourinsta yes 🫶

landonorris there’s a thing called dm, yn

yourinsta why are you only attacking me :(

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georgerussell63 i see, the shirt has gained popularity

yourinsta would you like my shirt, russell?

georgerussell63 no, thank you. give it to oscar, maybe he’ll wear it

landonorris he won’t take it off for 3 days already 😨

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I can not stop making them. lmk if y’all are bored 💀

like, reblog, inbox me, whatever if you liked it. if not, what are you even doing 🥱 jkk

today’s a great day to take care of yourself. stay hydrated!!

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request Robin and Reader bonding over speaking the same language and the rest of the strawhats are very curious about what they are saying. maybe they are flirting or talking about crushes idk. I also wanna see Sanji being like “I can also speak other language, let me in!” He’s so jealous all the time, the poor pathetic man /affectionate

(Loved the Neko reader updates today <3)

Yes!! This was really fun to write , thank you for the request! I google translated a lot of it so sorry if its gibberish lol ;P

Enjoy!

Lost in Translation

One piece x reader - Fluff

The afternoon sun glinted off the waves, casting golden sparkles across the Thousand Sunny’s deck. You were perched under the shadow of the mast, flipping through an old book with tattered edges and an even older language scrawled inside. Robin sat nearby, her own book in hand, legs elegantly crossed, one finger resting thoughtfully against her lips.

You glanced up, and as if on cue, her eyes met yours. A silent, knowing look passed between you.

“Mundus vetus loquitur, sed pauci intellegunt,” Robin said casually, eyes back on her book.

You smirked. “Et nos inter illos paucos sumus,” you replied.

Robin chuckled softly. “Quid aliud latet in te, amica?” (“What else hides in you, my friend?”)

You leaned in just slightly, the corners of your lips tilting up. “Forte, secretum aut duo... vel tres.” (“Perhaps a secret or two... or three.”)

Across the deck, Luffy was attempting to balance Chopper on his head while Zoro and Franky were arguing about weights in the training area. Nami lounged nearby, half-dozing, but Sanji—oh, Sanji was watching. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Oi, oi... What’s with the secret code?” Sanji called out, walking over and dramatically tossing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Are you two gossiping about the rest of us? Or... dare I dream... flirting?”

Robin arched an amused brow. “Forsitan utrumque,” she murmured. (“Perhaps both.”)

You gave Sanji an innocent smile. “We’re just... discussing history.”

“Historia et cordis arcana,” Robin added. (“History and the heart’s secrets.”)

Sanji’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t think I’m left out just ‘cause I don’t speak... whatever that is! I’m a man of culture, okay?! I can speak... uhh... love! In every language!”

You and Robin exchanged another glance. You couldn’t resist.

“Ecce, gallus in arena,” you said with a straight face. (“Behold, a rooster in the arena.”)

Robin snorted delicately. “Clamat sed nemo respondet.” (“He crows, but no one answers.”)

Sanji gasped. “Hey! That was about me, wasn’t it?! I know it! Say it to my face in a language I understand!”

“I did,” you replied sweetly. “You just didn’t hear it right.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew was beginning to notice the hushed giggles and cryptic smiles being exchanged between you and Robin.

“Are they making fun of us?” Usopp asked, peeking over Nami’s shoulder.

Nami opened one eye and lazily answered, “Probably. But it’s Robin, so it sounds classy.”

“Mihi videtur pulchram tuam amicam subridere cum intentione,” Robin whispered in your ear, voice low and teasing. (“It seems to me your lovely friend is smiling at you with intent.”)

You flushed lightly. “Quae? Ego? Numquam.” (“What? Me? Never.”)

“Mentiris tam dulciter.” (“You lie so sweetly.”)

Sanji was now furiously flipping through a random dictionary he had retrieved from somewhere. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be multilingual too, dammit!”

Luffy, now wearing Chopper like a hat, popped up beside him. “Are we gonna learn a secret language?! Cool! Does it involve meat?”

“Fortasse,” you and Robin said at the same time.

(“Perhaps.”)

And oh, the mystery deepened.

---

It started innocently.

A small folded note left on the edge of the breakfast table, right beside Robin’s coffee cup.

“Pulchrior es quam aurora ipsa.” (You are more beautiful than the dawn itself.)

Robin’s brow lifted as she read it, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She didn't even need to glance your way—she knew exactly who it was from. Instead, she dipped her pen in ink and scribbled a reply on the back.

“Et tu clarior stella matutina.” (And you, brighter than the morning star.)

You found it tucked inside your book that afternoon, and from that moment on, the notes didn’t stop. They’d show up in the fruit bowl, wedged between your favorite daggers, tucked into folded laundry, even hidden inside a loaf of bread once (courtesy of Robin’s devilish sense of humor).

But it didn’t stop at flattery. No, you both had opinions. And you weren’t afraid to share them, no matter who was in earshot.

“Ille, cum triceps, Zoro… oculi eius sicut gladii sunt,” you said quietly as you leaned beside Robin at the rail, eyes fixed on the swordsman below. (That one, the grumpy one—Zoro... his eyes are like blades.)

Robin gave you a sly look, her fan fluttering open. “Et frons eius sicut perpetuum nubilum,” she replied with mock drama. (And his brow is like an eternal storm cloud.)

Zoro glanced up from his training with the distinct expression of someone who knew he was being talked about but had no proof. “What the hell are you two whispering about now?”

You grinned. “Just admiring your... weathered aesthetic.”

“Tempestas sed formosa,” Robin added with a wink. (A storm, but a beautiful one.)

Zoro’s scowl deepened. “What the hell does that mean?!”

Later that day, Sanji caught you leaving another folded note in Robin’s book.

He squinted at it. “Oi, what’s that? Is it about me?”

Robin calmly flipped the page without acknowledging him. “Just a scholarly observation.”

You smirked and whispered, loud enough for him to hear, “Ille habet oculos ceruleos sicut mare post imbrem... et mores feles mendicae.” (He has blue eyes like the sea after rain… and the manners of a begging cat.)

Robin snorted into her teacup.

Sanji leaned over the table, horrified. “Was that a compliment or an insult?!”

“Yes,” you and Robin said at the same time.

Even Franky wasn’t spared.

“Vidisti eum hodie? Tota machina, sed cor tam tenerum.” Robin murmured as Franky sang to himself in the workshop. (Did you see him today? All machine, but a heart so soft.)

You added, “Super et tener, sicut ursus amatorius.” (Loud and soft, like a teddy bear.)

Usopp’s eye twitched. “They’re definitely talking about us.”

Chopper nodded. “I think I heard them say bear!”

“Hey! HEY! Say it in NORMAL words!” Luffy cried, mouth full of meat.

You turned and gave him a dazzling smile. “Praeses carissime, nos te semper intellegimus.” (Dearest captain, we always understand you.)

Robin chimed in, “Etiam cum nemo alius potest.” (Even when no one else can.)

Luffy beamed. “Awww, thanks! I don’t know what you said but it sounded awesome!”

That night, another note appeared on your pillow. This one wasn’t just poetic.

“Aliquando, mihi videtur nos duas esse sicut duo scelestos, linguā latente corda legentes.” (Sometimes, I think we’re like two scoundrels, reading hearts in a hidden tongue.)

You wrote back without hesitation.

“Et si sic est... nonne gloriosum est?” (And if we are… isn’t it glorious?)

The war of whispers had just begun.

And the rest of the Straw Hats?

Totally unprepared.

It started at breakfast.

You and Robin were passing a note back and forth under the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Luffy was obliviously munching on toast, Chopper was mixing jam and peanut butter like it was a medical experiment, and Zoro was already rubbing his temples.

“Pulchrum est videre quomodo vultus eius rubescit cum loquimur de eo,” Robin murmured. (It’s lovely to see how his face turns red when we talk about him.)

You shot a glance toward Sanji—who, at that moment, was setting down a plate of pancakes with an unbothered smile.

“Tenerior quam butyrum in sole,” you whispered. (Softer than butter in the sun.)

Sanji paused, tilted his head… then leaned in slowly.

“Tu veux jouer à ce jeu, ma chérie? Très bien.” (You want to play this game, my darling? Very well.)

The two of you blinked.

Robin’s brow arched in intrigue. “Oh?”

“Je peux être aussi mystérieux que vous deux, et encore plus séduisant, non?” (I can be just as mysterious as you two, and even more charming, no?)

You choked on your tea. “Did he just—”

“French,” Robin said, dabbing her lips with a napkin, visibly amused. “He’s retaliating.”

Sanji twirled around dramatically and poured a cup of coffee for Robin. “Pour la plus belle femme sur ce navire... et l’autre sirène à la langue aiguisée.” (For the most beautiful woman on this ship… and the other siren with the sharp tongue.)

You gasped, pretending to be offended. “Sharp tongue?!”

Robin giggled. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

By lunch, it had escalated.

Sanji refused to speak to you or Robin in anything but French. Every sentence, every compliment, every argument—French. And worse, he was clearly good at it.

“Je ne peux pas supporter d'être exclu, alors j'ai décidé de surpasser vos petits secrets.” (I can’t stand being excluded, so I’ve decided to outdo your little secrets.)

You leaned into Robin. “He’s dramatic.”

Robin sipped her wine. “Dangerously so. I like it.”

Luffy whined, “Now Sanji is broken too! What’s happening?!”

Usopp was pacing in circles. “We’ve got Latin whispers on one side, romantic French threats on the other—this ship is turning into a drama play!”

Zoro groaned. “They’re not even fighting. They’re just… aggressively talking fancy.”

Franky posed dramatically beside Sanji. “I don’t know what you’re saying, bro, but it sounds SUUUPER seductive!”

“Naturellement.” Sanji winked.

Later that evening, you found another note tucked under your pillow.

“Sanji in linguam Gallicam confugit, sed scitne quid dicamus vere?” (Sanji fled to the French language, but does he know what we’re really saying?)

You smirked and penned your reply, slipping it into Robin’s novel.

“Scit tantum quod permittimus.” (He knows only what we allow.)

The language war had taken a turn.

Robin and you? Elusive, secretive, and cheeky in Latin.

Sanji? All French flirt and fire, sashaying through his own private rebellion.

The crew?

Losing. Their. Minds.

---

It was Nami who called the meeting.

“Alright. I’ve had it,” she said, slamming her map scroll on the table. “Robin and [Name] are whispering in Latin. Sanji is speaking French like he's seducing a bakery. Zoro’s scowling louder than he talks. We need to fight back.”

Luffy, sitting cross-legged on the table, raised a hand. “Can my language be meat?”

“…what?”

“Like, I’ll say meat when I’m happy, meat meat when I’m mad, and MEAT when I’m serious.”

Chopper nodded like this was science. “I will only communicate using high-level medical terminology. It’ll be educational.”

“I’m in,” Usopp said, adjusting his goggles. “My language will be exaggerated battle cry metaphors. Y’know, stuff like ‘the hammer of justice shall rain from the sky!’”

Zoro grunted. “I’ll just say sword. That’s all I need.”

“Of course,” Nami said dryly. “Of course you will.”

Franky revved up his sunglasses. “Beep boop. Wrench. Socket. Bolt-action patriotism.”

Brook raised a hand gently. “May I speak exclusively in music lyrics and skeleton puns?”

“Yes,” said Nami immediately.

Robin, reading silently from the corner, calmly turned a page and said, “Mundus insanit.” (The world has gone mad.)

You leaned over and whispered, “Et nos cum eo.” (And we with it.)

Sanji appeared at your side with a flourish, placing down a fruit tart with a rose on top.

“Je vous ai préparé quelque chose de doux, mes étoiles.” (I prepared something sweet for you, my stars.)

Luffy stood up suddenly and shouted, “MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT!”

Sanji blinked. “Is… is that anger?”

Chopper adjusted his hat. “I believe he just declared war.”

The next morning.

Robin and you were once again deep in quiet conversation. She had passed you a note tucked inside a book of ancient inscriptions. The note simply read:

“Quis eorum cedit primus?” (Which of them will give up first?)

You smiled as Zoro stomped past, arms crossed, muttering “Sword. Sword sword. Sword.”

“Not him,” you whispered.

From the other side of the ship:

“BEHOLD! THE STORM OF WRATH COMETH ON THE BACK OF A FLYING FISH!” (Usopp, holding a spoon.)

“MEAT!” (Luffy, holding Usopp.)

“I require a stethoscope, a centrifuge, and three cc’s of patience,” Chopper said with incredible authority, as he attempted to brush his teeth.

Nami sighed from the helm. “Where’s the mute button for this ship?”

Franky popped up beside her. “Beep boop. Drill press. Leveler. Wacky torque!”

“STOP THAT.”

At lunch, the chaos reached a glorious peak.

Sanji laid out a feast with flair, announcing each dish in French. “Et pour vous, mon capitaine, un steak saignant, comme demandé.”

Luffy screamed, “MEAT!!!” and dove for the plate.

Brook stood beside him, strumming his guitar. “🎵 I ain’t got no tongue, but I sure got soul! 🎵 Yohohohooo—skull joke!”

Meanwhile, Zoro dropped his fork and simply said, “Sword.” Then glared at the fork like it betrayed him.

Nami facepalmed. “I feel like I’m living in a fever dream.”

You and Robin, sipping tea and speaking softly in Latin, were unfazed.

“Certamen est ridiculum,” Robin said. (The battle is ridiculous.)

“Et tamen… amo illud,” you replied. (And yet… I love it.)

Robin chuckled. “Id est familia nostra.” (It is our family.)

And with the entire ship lost in its own tangled web of invented languages, miscommunication, and overly dramatic monologues…

You decided not to translate a single thing.

-

Dinner on the Thousand Sunny was always a lively affair.

Tonight? It was a warzone of nonsense.

Robin sat calmly beside you, stirring her soup with practiced elegance. You were trying to keep a straight face, but it was getting really hard.

Across the table, Luffy stood dramatically on his chair, waving a fork in the air like it was a pirate flag.

“MEAT. MEAT meat MEAAAT!!” he declared, eyes shining with joy.

Chopper gasped in awe. “He says the octopus tried to punch him but tripped over a sea cucumber.”

“Are you sure?” Nami said, deadpan.

“Yes! It was clearly a three-meat sentence structure.”

Meanwhile, Zoro reached across the table, grunted, and pointed vaguely toward the salt shaker. “...Sword.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Sword,” he repeated, more serious this time.

Nami raised a brow. “What kind of sword is he asking for?!”

You watched Zoro squint, then mime shaking something. “...Sword… sword sword.”

Robin leaned toward you and whispered, “He means salt.”

“...Oh.”

Franky slammed a wrench-shaped spoon on the table. “Ratchet! Beep! Clamp! Torque wrench!” He was visibly sweating, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Socket… bolt… table saw.”

Brook tapped his plate with a spoon and hummed, “🎵 Macaroni melody in C minor, and I still have no skin—yohohoho! 🎵”

Sanji glided in with a tray, speaking full French with dangerous elegance. “Et voilà, pour vous tous, le dîner du chaos. Bon appétit, les fous.”

Usopp was scribbling something on a napkin in Battle Cry Glyphics. “My potato’s name is VENGEANCE,” he muttered under his breath. “He will avenge the ketchup that fell before him.”

Your face was red from holding in your laughter.

Nami, stabbing her salad, muttered, “I will pay someone to make this stop.”

Luffy interrupted her with, “MEAT! Meat meat meat MEAT meat meat,” slamming his hand on the table and looking like he was explaining a near-death experience.

You wheezed. “Did he just—?”

Robin translated, lips twitching, “He said he ‘almost meat-ed’ with death… but then the meat saved him.”

Franky looked desperate. “Caulking gun! Allen key! Please I just want to know if anyone liked the soup,” he choked, tearing up.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You burst into laughter.

It started as a giggle, then doubled over into full-blown, stomach-clutching wheezing. Everyone paused.

“I—I can’t—Oh my god—Zoro tried to salt with sword. Franky is malfunctioning. Luffy’s speaking meatese. Chopper’s speaking Latin for doctors. I’m done. I’m DONE!”

The crew stared for a second.

Then they all broke too.

Usopp smacked the table. Even Zoro cracked a grin. Chopper was giggling. Sanji sighed, dramatically defeated. Franky fell backward, arms spread, crying happy robot tears.

Nami was staring at a wall with dead eyes, looking haunted.

Luffy pointed at you triumphantly. “I win!”

“No you don’t!” you said, snorting. “There was no game!”

Robin just smiled at you, utterly serene. “Lingua est potestas… sed risus vincit omnia.” (Language is power… but laughter conquers all.)

You grinned. “Truer words have never been spoken.”

That night, as the stars glowed above the Sunny, peace returned.

Words were spoken normally. Well, mostly.

Zoro still said “sword” once when he meant “pass the pepper.”

But hey. That’s just how he is.

[helloclancy]

haymitch is tasked with speaking to johanna mason about trying to break the machine because of the stunt she pulled after her name was called. she thanked the district 7 escort for pulling her, out of every other name in the bowl, because she's just weeks away from her 18th birthday, then flipped the capitol building off with both hands.

"fuck that!"

haymitch understands why. he understands why plutarch pulls him aside after all the tributes and mentors gather in the capitol, and tells him that johanna painted a poster at her reaping. he knows why plutarch shows him the unedited footage. he knows why it was edited, too. because half of district 7 flips the capitol building off as they drag johanna mason away, kicking and screaming. no final goodbyes.

a kid, no older than 10, running through a crowd parting for him in anguish, screaming her name. a girl, maybe 18 since she didn't seem to be part of the reaping, chasing after him, red-faced from trying to hide her grief. refusing to play their game.

lenore dove. sid. maysilee donner.

before he truly, completely fell off the wagon and into a downward spiral of the worst victor alive, merrilee donner paid him a visit. she brought him ham hock soup and strawberry ice cream. "it was her favorite," she said. "i much prefer chocolate." they eat in silence, haymitch clutching his stomach, merrilee rubbing her head. pinching the bridge of her nose. shutting her eyes tightly.

she tidies up his empty, lonely house. she sings the ladybug song. she sings nothing you can take from me, was ever worth keeping. haymitch watches her. and he drinks. his deep scar itching with pain every time their eyes meet. "itchy itchy haymitchy," maysilee sings from the corner, her teeth stained red. haymitch takes another swig.

merrilee tells him she won't visit again, because she knows what it's like to stare at a ghost every day. haymitch whispers an apology. "there's no need, haymitch. maybe no one else got to see what happened out there, but i did." she rubs her head again, flinching in pain. he wonders if she's okay, but of course she isn't. "she made you pinky swear." he has no idea how she could have gotten access to unedited footage. forbidden footage. maybe mags got it to her. or maybe it was plutarch. "i just wanted to make sure you got this," she holds out her palm. a golden chain messily braided into old leather cord. in the center of the necklace hangs a metal flower, similar to the one she wore into the arena, but this one is gold.

"tam amber made it for her. the copper one was mine. it's a primrose flower. she left me all her necklaces, and i noticed that you lost yours, so i wanted you to have this one." she places it on the table, right next to his twitching fingers. he's trying not to cry. he's failing. he brushes his finger along the flower petals. his sis.

"even if we never speak to each other again, i just wanted you to know that when she said she'd be your sister, it went for me too." she kisses the top of his head. "be the worst victor that you can be, brother, and i'll do the same. for her."

he never speaks to merrilee donner again.

haymitch knows that johanna mason does not have a token. he also knows the price she might pay for painting her own poster. he fiddles with the necklace he kept to wearing under his shirts; debating. since burying his precious flint striker with his love, this necklace has become his battle armor. he knows johanna mason will need it more than him now, if she accepts.

"i saw that girl with your brother. at the reaping. she's your girl, ain't she?" she freezes, for just a split second, before squaring her shoulders and steeling her gaze.

"fuck off,"

bad start. "hey, wait," he slurs, not helping his case. he tries again, "johanna, that's not-"

"what are you gonna do? hit me? feel me up? tell me all i need is the touch of a man? are you gonna-"

"no!"

her eyes widen in fear, then anger. "then why is the infamous drunkard of district 12 trying to talk to me like we're pals? shouldn't you be drinking away the loss of your newest tributes?" ice cold. just like his sis.

so he tells her about lenore dove and her painted words. about her uncle and his hidden love. he tells her about the newcomers, about wyatt and his odds, about wellie and ampert and louella and lou lou. then he pulls out his necklace of hope and tells her about his sister, maysilee donner. who refused to die begging. who slapped their escort and transformed each district's tokens and obliterated the crowd's fashion choices during her interview. how she never once faltered in her convictions. how she trusted him without ever knowing the full truth. he tells her how he accepted his fate in the arena and accepted the task of blowing it up. how maysilee donner's necklaces helped him do it. he tells her that he was spared, but everyone that he loved died because of it. that he was kept alive just to watch them die. and then he unclasps the necklace and cradles it in his hands.

"we promised each other that if one of us won, we'd be the worst victor that the capitol ever had." he gestures to his drink. "she made me pinkie swear it."

"so that's why you're a hopeless, bumbling idiot." he nods. "why me, though? why not your tributes?" this, he struggles to answer. district 12's tributes this year are both only 13 years old. one is halfway to starving, the other beaten and bloody from peacekeepers. they've got no fight. no fire. they're so young. so innocent. he suddenly thinks of burdock's girls, katniss and...what's her name again? he's seen her following behind her big sister through the hob like a lost little duckling.

he looks down at maysilee's necklace in his fingers. primrose. primrose everdeen. children. they're just children. johanna takes in his silence.

she accepts the token. "well, if i win, i'll be the second worst victor in history. because i don't plan on playing their game."

[xjulixred45x]

Can i request headcanons of thor and nikola from record of ragnarok? With a partner that is like fluttershy, super sweet and shy and that is adored by the animals, with thor the reader is a godess and with nikola is a human he meet in valhalla(maybe reader is a biologist or nurse that help him after an failed experiment), i just love cinnamon roll characters

YEEEEEEES

(i kinda already make a Nurse reader, so this time is a full scientist)

Nikola Tesla/Thor x Fluttershy! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: not really, some spoilers. Fluff.

Nikola Tesla

• Being part of the Science Crew had many advantages! Among them, the reader had unlimited access to useful materials for their research related to animals. You could say that they made a reputation for themselves because of that, being very dedicated to their work.

• Although the truth is, Reader was someone who was very reserved, shy, and feared social interactions with their other scientists, which made it difficult for this perception of them to change.

• But it was okay, reader they just needed their animals, their research and they would be fine on their own.

• Probably the reason Nikola and reader met, even though they were both super asocial, was because one of reader's animals escaped and SOMEHOW ended up in Tesla's lab, which is a whole story on its own. .

• Imagine being Tesla and out of nowhere, a RABBIT falls through one of the ventilation ducts.

• Fortunately, the rabbit's fall was cushioned by Tesla's head!

• The first thing Tesla saw when everything stopped spinning was an extremely embarrassed reader, apologizing repeatedly while grabbing their rabbit.

• they definitely left an interesting first impression, but somehow they ended up becoming friends after that! (Nikola enjoys telling how they met, not because it bothers him or wants to embarrass the reader, but because he genuinely thinks it's funny.)

• I think one of the biggest points of interest between the reader and Tesla is the care of pigeons, you can't convince me otherwise. Reader get into the habit of info-dumping on pigeons while they cure them or looking fondly at Tesla's mechanical pigeons.

• As expected, it is Tesla who does much of the talking between the two, but the reader makes sure to show that they is listening, whether by giving small contributions to the conversation, asking questions, not falling asleep, etc.

• Tesla has tried (and failed) to help with stage fright and reader shyness, after all you don't have to be ashamed of showing off your discoveries! However, the vast majority of times this ends with the reader fainting from embarrassment at having stuttered too much or hiding behind the biggest person in the room.

• since they he already learned His esson and don't force them out of the box if they don't feel ready, even if he had to learn it the hard way. He dosen't want to make them uncomfortable.

• Despite everything, Tesla really loves the reader personality! Outside of having trouble expressing what they've discovered, he finds their empathy and kindness very comforting.

• Nikola is also willing to help the reader set limits if they are having problems, whether it be saying no, making excuses, correcting someone, etc. (basically like that “SHE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” meme)

• Tesla is very confident in their skills regarding the tamming of the animals, although he sometimes worries about dealing with such…large…and rabid creatures.

• But honestly it doesn't worry him more than it fascinates him, it's as if the reader can automatically calm the animals with just their presence. And yes, they have tried it (with additional protection, obviously).

• It gives Tesla a certain tenderness to see how the reader treats animals (even the most dangerous ones) as beautiful creatures, which they are in different ways, after all each animal is beautiful in its own way!

• I have the feeling that even when the reader and Nikola are already a couple, their animals don't really end up liking Tesla, at least at first. The only exception is birds. Tesla has to put on a bulletproof vest if he wants to get too close to animals with sharp parts now.

• There are times when you do experiments together! Even if their areas are completely opposite, it helps Tesla a lot to have 1- extra hands to work with and 2- it gives him a boost of energy to see the reader when he is tired and has no ideas.

• Nikola also really enjoys how reader takes care of him and makes sure he's okay, hell, this even encourages Tesla to take better care of himself because it leaves them very happy. How could he resist that?

• Did you see that when Fluthershy is very determined/angry she starts “cursing”? It was definitely a surprise the first time it happened, although honestly Tesla is not against it if they uses it against Edison. He'llbe laughing His ass off.

• A lot, really a lot, of cute aggression, there are moments where Tesla is distracted from work, he goes to the reader, and proceeds to squeeze their cheeks, give them kisses, lift them bridal style and squeeze them, etc. It doesn't help that the reader at this point is very used to it and simply goes with the tide.

• Bedtime is definitely fun…imagine going to sleep cuddling your partner and waking up to several sleeping animals next to, under, and at the foot of the bed (they probably need a metal stand thanks to this).

• Basically a talker with a partner who listens to absolutely everything. A match made in Valhalla.

Thor

• There is a great variety of gods in the Norse pantheon, the vast majority more inclined to battle or with some aspect of nature.

• That was the category the reader fell into, a peaceful animal deity. Their existence revolved around their protection and care.

• Unlike most gods in the pantheon, Reader was not particularly violent, on the contrary, one of their most notable features was their docile, kind and timid nature.

• Although that made them quite beloved among humans, it also made them isolated from the rest of the gods of Valhalla. They just couldn't deal with their constant senseless violence, whether towards humans, themselves, animals...

• they just didn't understand them and had no interest in doing so.

• Of course, until a god began to wander through their lands.

• Now, to be fair, the fields did not belong to the reader as is, however, it was strange that a god was around those parts. Especially when upon closer inspection they realized who it was. Thor.

• He was pretty easy to recognize, if not for his long red hair, then for that massive hammer.

• The reader's first instinct was to try to ignore him as much as possible, after all, he may only be there in passing, he will be gone soon.

• What the reader did not expect was that the same god would spend several days coming and going to that same area, which made them nervous. Not only to them, but also to their animals.

• Should they try to talk to him? Will he even know they live here? He's scaring the creatures... maybe it's just a misunderstanding... but what if he gets angry or takes it the wrong way?

• Reader decided to arm himself with the little courage they had and go calmly confront the god of thunder. Of course, shaking like jelly the closer they got.

• Thor knew that there was a hermit deity who lived in the mountains he visited (mainly when he got fed up with both Loki and his father), but he definitely didn't expect said deity to be a nervous wreck surrounded by wild animals, ready to attack at the slightest gesture of violence.

• Fortunately, Thor turned out to be much less intimidating to the reader after the first few interactions. Thor was more careful with the reader's animals, either to not make them uncomfortable or to not anger the animals. Which was quite appreciated.

• In less time than the reader expected, instead of Thor going to the hills where they used to see him in the distance, he now came directly to their cabin in the woods, simply watching them work.

• Sometimes he helped them with certain heavy jobs, such as carrying food or when he had to cut wood (in that case simply felling a tree).

• Due to Thor's reserved attitude, the reader was the one who did much of the conversation, which, although complicated by his shyness, could also be understood in other ways.

• If we talk about the relationship itself, it is basically Sun Partner and Moon Husband.

• Although Reader is the one who has the most trouble socializing,they is also the one who sees things most optimistically, so Thor takes it upon himself to be intimidating and terrifying for both of them.

• By that same logic, Thor really has no interest in improving the reader's social skills, precisely because neither of them really like people, just in different ways. Like:

• Reader: oh no! People! :(

• Thor: ew, people.

• Despite being violent, Thor is actually okay with the reader's animals. It has a preference for smaller ones like rabbits or cats. Or in other situations, the big ones with whom he can be rougher (bears, wild boars, goats).

• Thanks to this reader's animals simply pile up around him and Thor simply accepts his fate as an animal bed and doesn't move a muscle until reader returns.

• Reader and Thor make a commitment to skip meetings with the other gods and stay home, cuddling, with their animals. That's more important.

• Thor is more into expressing affection through acts of service and physical affection, so aside from the above, he's probably gotten used to carrying heavy reader things when they go out, dealing with Loki for them, etc.

• They are a couple that balances each other in their own ways.

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[butterflydm]

Wheel of Time 3x07 Deep Dive (show spoilers)

Spoilers through 3x07 of the show - show spoilers only.

This was very emotionally heavy and tied together a lot of threads for Perrin.

First, a minor correction for my 3x06 deep dive: I said that Egwene successfully pushed Bair & Melaine out of her dream before she was yanked into TAR to be taunted, but a rewatch of that bit clarifies that it was actually Lanfear who shunted away the Wise Ones and then locked them out so that she could snatch Egwene, which explains why Egwene decided to keep training instead of confronting Rand right away. Egwene looks triumphant after Bair & Melaine disappear, which is why I originally thought that she'd succeeded, but Bair & Melaine's words after Egwene wakes up make it clear that that was Lanfear's doing and not Egwene's. So the show does provide a reason why Egwene delays her conversation with Rand.

Okay, now for 3x07!

Much like I wonder how s2 might have played if they'd been able to get Thom's actor back (if we assume that he would have been in Rand's Cairhien storyline... though it's equally possible that he would have been in Mat's storyline instead, which might have meant a different storyline for Min), I wonder how this episode would have played if they'd been able to get Tam's actor this season. I feel like some of the beats that might have gone to Tam went to Maksim instead, since Tam's experience in the Illian army would have likely meant he was the primary person leading and training the Two Rivers' archers.

I do think Maksim works well in this role, but I do wonder how the plotline would have played with Tam around. That's one of the major downsides about the way that shows are renewed these days -- less likely to be able to get those actors for minor characters back in for their established roles (I'm glad we were able to get Aram and Ila back for their roles in this episode! It would not have been the same trying to play those beats with new actors/characters).

That's also why Maksim is here at all -- I believe it was confirmed in one of Rafe's interviews that Maksim was originally going to be the Warder to die in 3x01 but when they lost Ihvon's original actor to another show and had to recast him, it made sense to have Maksim survive instead, since he was the actor that audiences would be more familiar with. It's funny how all that behind-the-scenes stuff ends up affecting the show in big ways and small.

I really like that in the shot we get of Perrin looking around, we see Alanna training Bode & Eldrin but we can't see their weaves. The nature of how television works means that we can't always see that distinction because the show wants the audience to know that channeling is happening and to see the weaves, so it's nice to get these little moments like this one, where Perrin is unable to see channeling weaves.

Bode and Eldrin get a nice little arc in the few episodes that they got this season and it's really nice how we've gotten to see them grow into feeling like more distinct characters and not just "Mat's little sisters".

I also love the thread started here for the al'Seen boys teasingly (but affectionately) calling Perrin "Lord Perrin" and "Lord Goldeneyes" here, only for it to come back at the ending of the episode being said with true admiration, because Perrin has earned it, both through blood and through diplomacy.

The return of the Tuatha'an! I mentioned this above, but I'm so glad that the show was able to get Aram & Ila back for this. We needed them to really make those emotional beats him.

I will say, one thing that I've seen adhered to better on tumblr than any other place online that I've checked out about the show is remembering to call them "Tuatha'an" instead of "Tinkers" (which they explicitly say is used as a derogatory term, back when we first meet them). Perrin, who knows them and has some understanding of their ways and who respects them, always calls them Tuatha'an.

The thread of the Aiel & the Tuatha'an is done so well in this episode, with the audience now in on their secret shared past -- both Aiel and Tuatha'an are Oathbreakers in opposite directions. The Aiel forsook the Way of the Leaf and the Tuatha'an forsook their duty to the Aes Sedai. The world was in so much turmoil that it became impossible to hold to both oaths.

I really do love that we had Ila directly quoting Jonai/Adan in this episode as well -- "We bury our dead and we go on. What else is there?" -- because it shows us how the Tuatha'an held onto what helped them survive but let go of what didn't. That's why they've forgotten the song. They never settled anywhere, so their policy of constantly moving for their own safety was continually reinforced. But what use is a harvest song to people who don't harvest?

And we get the thread of Ila being disappointed at Perrin carrying a weapon -> being disappointed at Aram for picking up a weapon -> admiring Perrin for choosing to put his weapon down and peacefully surrender himself to Dain. Much like Adan, Ila is firm in her convictions, despite the heartbreak and loss that she has suffered in her life. When Adan lost all his family but his grandfather, he carried on, determined never to abandon his oaths. And when his own grandson took up violence, he was unable to look at him the same way ever again, which we see in Ila at the end of this episode. She has spent her entire life living by the Way of the Leaf, and she genuinely believes that it would have been better for Aram to let himself be killed by that Trolloc than pick up a weapon in his own defense or the defense of others.

Aram, on the other hand, has been shaken by his losses. He is not so committed to the Way of the Leaf that he is willing to die for it, or let innocent people die for it. For the Aiel, this choice of being willing to use violence was both a harsh one (being cast out from their people) but also the only way that any of them survived (and, indeed, thrived). But the Two Rivers has the ability to be kinder and softer than the Three-Fold Land was for the Aiel, and Aram is able to be accepted by Marin and the rest of the Two Rivers people, embraced as one of them, and given Perrin's old role as a blacksmith.

I am once again struck by how the show chooses to be kind in so many little ways. There is just an inherent kindness in so many of the choices that the show has made, like how Tam found Rand's mother before she died, and gave her comfort as she was giving birth. Such a lovely grace note of compassion.

And, in particular, making the Two Rivers the source of this unexpected kindness a second time feels like it's going to continue to be an importance note for the future -- Two Rivers people are stubborn but they are also kind. And both of those are things that they would reinforce in their children (even those not of their blood, like Rand).

Once again, I am thanking the show for being much freer with letting men hug each other than the books are.

Faile, Bain, & Chiad come in together after the Tuatha'an -- doing some more scouting, like they were doing in the previous episode. Those three do have a lot in common in their general outlook on life, which makes sense. Faile talks about being from a military family and Saldaea is one of the Borderlands country, near the Blight, and so likely has faced Trollocs before. Much like Bain & Chiad grew up with violence and adversity, so did Faile. Plus, Faile doesn't use swords, which probably earns her some bonus points.

We get another (minor) example of how Aram is not feeling as committed to the Way of the Leaf as Ila, as Aram is clearly tempted to eat the food that Marin offers him (with the meat "picked out" but cooked in) while Ila thanks Marin but clearly has no intention of eating it (and looks over at Aram when it seems like he might, and he also puts his own bowl down).

Interesting note is that... we don't actually get any indication in the Rhuidean episode that the "Way of the Leaf" meant not eating meat, not that I can recall.

In fact, Lewin justifies being able to use a spear by saying that it can put food into the pots (a justification still used by Aviendha in 3x02). The Way of the Leaf, as used by the Aiel in 3x04, appears to be about violence against other people, while over the centuries, the Tuatha'an have adopted it into every aspect of their lives. I really like that implication of cultural drift there. Both the Aiel and the Tuatha'an have drifted away from the original Aiel and how they behaved and believed, each of them drifting into deeper extremes away from each other and with each side pitying the other.

The way that we can see Aram questioning Ila, questioning his entire way of life. I really really like that we were given time for all of this.

I also like that Faile observes all this without feeling the need to push back against the inter-group discussion that Aram and Ila are having with Perrin. And Perrin trying to ease the conversation by speaking in the same kind of poetical language that Ila often uses re: leaves and whatnot. Perrin just... show!Perrin just really has a lot of respect for other people and cultures and sees value in them, and I really love that about him. He comes across as very perceptive and thoughtful about other people, and able to consider their perspective and speak their language to them.

And then we shift to Bain & Chiad, who think that Aram is cute but would never touch him because they see him as a "tinker boy. coward. lost one." High amounts of dramatic irony now that we've seen their history in 3x04, but tracks with what Aviendha said about the Tuatha'an back in 3x03 -- "the only thing less honorable than refusing to defend yourself is attacking those who refuse to defend themselves". This is, basically, cope on a cultural level. The surviving Aiel, over time, had to justify their choice to abandon the Way of the Leaf and came to the conclusion that choosing to follow the Way of the Leaf was the coward's choice. And now that belief is baked into their culture at its very foundation.

Also, this might be the first time that we've seen Bain express an attraction for someone before Chiad did, so that's interesting. Usually we've seen Bain following Chiad's lead, but that gets flipped a couple of times in this episode.

Poor Alanna is getting flashbacks to trying to teach the other Two Rivers girls here, when Bode and Eldrin want to rush ahead to learn battle weaves, lol. Now that they are less traumatized, they are getting to show more of their personalities. And now we bring in Daise as someone who can channel but was never trained -- also a Wisdom, like Nynaeve. Given what we saw of the women's circle ceremony and how 'listening to the wind' was explained to us, it seems likely that the majority of the Wisdoms over the years have been self-taught channelers, never quite realizing what it was that they were doing, only knowing that it worked to help their people. The last remnants of lost Manetheren, like the song that they no longer remember the depth of history behind.

I really liked what we got in Maksim and Alanna's relationship here, and throughout most of the season. We've watched the way that losing a Warder can affect both the Aes Sedai and a fellow Warder, and we've gotten to see a poly throuple navigate through the loss of one third of their relationship, and figure out how to communicate again.

The unfurling of the wolf banner! This works so well in the show. I love how it looks homemade and fairly simple. It's lovely and the light shining through the material really makes the wolf stand out. And Faile talking Perrin into leaving it up also works really well for me. Pointing out to him that his people are drawing strength from him because he is one of them, and that they don't want outside leadership -- they want it from one of their own. It's a good conversation.

"What if I'm not ready?" "Of course you're not."

feels like a good companion to the Moiraine & Rand exchange from 3x04:

"Ready?" "No." (goes forward anyway)

In some ways, this episode is about Perrin learning the lesson that Rand has already learned about duty -- you might never be 'ready' but the job has to get done anyway, so you need to go ahead and do it, even if you don't feel prepared for it. Because the world (village) is depending on you, and time is short.

Perrin offers an apology for killing Dain's father, but also points out that Dain has allowed people to die over his own grief as well (Natti Cauthon). He points out that if Dain really does believe in the tenants of the Children of the Light, then he should help the villagers fight off the Trollocs.

We don't see the actual decision-making process for the Whitecloaks, but I'm guessing that Valda was arguing against helping while Fain was arguing in favor (but with his ulterior motives).

From what Dain says later on in the episode, the deciding factor for him was what Perrin says here near at the end of the discussion:

"Why should we fight for you?" "Because it's the right thing to do."

Once again, in this conversation with Dain, we see Perrin applying empathy and respect for the other person involved, as he makes this deal with Dain -- if the Whitecloaks help out, then I'll turn myself over to your justice. And he means it, as we see at the end of the episode. When Perrin makes a deal, he abides by the terms.

Another great relationship thread through this episode was Loial and the Maidens -- we saw them first show interest in playing Maiden's Kiss with Loial back in 3x01 and Loial saving Chiad's life and her owing toh towards him -- we've seen them be genuinely interested in his lessons about history (which continues here) and, when he's reminded of Rand here (their "Car'a'carn"), he acts to do what he can to try to send them back home to safety, using ji'e'toh as the means to try to do so. Everything about this trio in the episode was golden.

We also do get that blatant reminder of Rand here -- there are only two points in the episode when he gets mentioned, and both times it's used to tie him to the 'bigger picture' of the world. Here, it's as the Car'a'carn and because the name of his adopted family is similar to that of the last king of Manetheren. Later, Fain will mention that the purpose of bringing the Trolloc army here was to teach "the Dragon Reborn" a lesson by wiping his hometown off the map.

Last moments before potential death -- we had that in 1x07 too, and saw how it can bring people together or have people to try to protect others: Alanna and Maksim finding their own balance in the absence of Maksim, the last of Alanna's ashes wiped off of her face. Perrin trying to send Faile away for her own protection, and their prickly cultural clash that ends up in honesty and emotional vulnerability (confessing that his biggest fear isn't death, but failing his people and getting them killed). Loial trying to send away Bain and Chiad for their survival, and the way both sides play with ji'e'toh to try to get the result that they want (Bain & Chiad are the ji'e'toh experts, so they win).

We also get it confirmed here that Maiden's Kiss can be a deadly game, which is another example of how far the Aiel and the Tuatha'an have drifted apart. Even Aiel games can be fatal (though given Bain & Chiad's actions here, they probably would have found an excuse not to kill Mat if things had gone against him). And we get our other flip of the Bain & Chiad dynamic, where Bain is now the one who owes Loial toh, and Chiad is the one who will follow her.

Though Natti did die to save her girls, we see that the damage of her and Abell's parenting still affect the twins too, even though Mat tried to protect them from it -- they've internalized the idea that "Cauthons aren't worth much". Perrin pushes back against that narrative, and tells them that Mat is a hero now, who blew the Horn of Valere. Again, we get some cuteness here as the twins relax enough to show a personality that's a bit more like Mat's, and they playfully mock the idea of Mat as the Hornblower. Very sweet moment that Faile also gets to share in.

Not sure how much I'm going to have to say about the actual battle, but once again I love how we see Perrin respecting other cultures -- for the Tuatha'an, he asks that they take the children away to safety if needed; and he trusts those willing and able to fight to protect everyone else. And you can see how much it means to Ila that Perrin is willing to trust her people with the children of the village.

Loial is the one who volunteers the idea of going to seal off the Waygate -- I'm guessing he'd already thought about it earlier and that's part of why he tried to send Bain & Chiad away. Sealing off the Waygate, even if he managed it before the Trolloc reinforcements arrived, leaves him with a very slim chance of survival, as he would need to make it to a new Waygate before any potential reinforcements arrived. He volunteers for this already knowing that he's likely going to die.

It really does make me think of the speech that he gave to the others in 2x08. "We are all the heroes of another Age's legends. It's time we act like it." He lives up to that speech. And he really gets such a heroic exit. I love Loial but this was a good death, narratively-speaking. He did something that no other character could do, using his own personal knowledge and abilities. He saved the entire village and thwarted the Dark One's plans. It's a good death.

It does make me cry when it happens, though. I'm actually tearing up a bit just writing about it and we're still in the "talking in the inn" section of the episode. It's a really lovely goodbye between Perrin and Loial. "Make sure we're remembered" but it's going to be Perrin making sure that Loial is remembered. And we get another example of Perrin noticing and respecting other people's customs when Perrin says, "Your name sings in my ears" to Loial as they say farewell.

Having "Weep for Manetheren" be here instead of a big speech is so perfect. I love how that comes back around from s1 and it is used so beautifully here. This bit of history/folklore that ties them together as a community, even half-forgotten, it serves as a rallying cry.

"Fucking wetlanders. Even their shadowrunners are soft."

Bain and Chiad are so funny. I love them. I'm glad that they survived and I know Loial would be grateful and relieved about it too.

The show continues to be good about following characters that we know in the middle of battles (they talked about this in one of the extras after 2x02, I think) and it really helps make it so that the battles aren't confusing.

I like the difference we see here between a true Aes Sedai linking with inexperienced channelers vs Amalisa messing up in 1x08 because she didn't know what she was doing and burned herself out because she didn't know how to let go of that much of the One Power once she was holding it. The art of letting go is probably one of the most important things to know before doing any kind of linking. And we get a reminder of how good channeling can feel when experiencing the link makes Daise Conger willing to give up drinking. Moonshine can't compare to the One Power!

And then Daise sacrifices herself to protect Alanna when she gets hit. Poor Alanna, she's so powerful and so good at what she does that she keeps needing to get hurt so that she can't OP her way through every situation. But it's also a good reminder that power doesn't make them invulnerable. She can still get taken out of a fight by a well-placed arrow.

We've seen now a few times that instinctive shields seem to have a similar look to them -- Egwene's in 2x08, Rand's in 3x06, and now Daise in 3x07 -- and that look differs from the Tower-trained shields. Or maybe Two Rivers' folk are all thinking about it in a particular way that leads their shields looking similar.

The Whitecloaks coming to help... but also Trojan Horsing the enemies inside the gates as well, which Perrin realizes when he hears that the pass was abandoned and then spots Padan Fain.

I do think that the Perrin and Dain have the potential for a very interesting dynamic next season (assuming for the moment that the ending of this episode was set-up for next season and crossing my fingers that we get renewed). Because Dain does not occupy the moral high ground here, and I do think he has the capability of realizing that as time passes.

The Women's Circle as the last line of defense before the Inn is breached. I really like that.

I believe we actually can hear threads of Mat's theme/Horn of Valere theme as soon as we enter the Ways with Loial when he's trying to break the Waygate (it cuts off when his strikes fail). And getting to hear the Aiel theme when Bain & Chiad get ready to fuck shit up. <3

One of the Trollocs was able to breach the line of the Women's Circle and get into the Inn, chasing after the Tuatha'an and the children. Aram gets to experience the Original Sin of the Aiel all over again, picking up a weapon in defense of his own life and the lives of others, and seeing his family distances themselves from him because of that impulsive choice. Because, when the rubber hit the road, Aram is not willing to die or allow innocent people to die because of his personal moral beliefs, and now he has to reforge new beliefs to replace the old ones.

Perrin experiences his greatest fear -- the Trollocs have breached into the Two Rivers and it looks like they're all going to die, this conversation between him and Faile, and the emotional tipping point that he comes to because of it, is so beautiful. And that great shot of the wolfhead banner. And Perrin using the hammer and the axe.

"What would you give for the Two Rivers?" "Everything." "Then show them."

And we get a beautifully-realized battle couple sequence with Perrin and Faile, where he knocks Trollocs & Darkfriends out, while trusting Faile to have his back and take care of anything that escapes him or slips behind him. They really balance each other, which is perfect in this sort of situation. He's the wrecking ball and she's the clean-up crew (with knives).

They also do a great job in this battle of showing the different people protecting the others in the battle.

This moment with Valda is fantastic -- we see him slipping away from the battle to try to hunt for 'witches' and Bode & Eldrin taking revenge for their mother's death, and Alanna's relief and joy over Valda's fiery death.

@markantonys mentioned this, but it's great how Perrin is able to pull together so many of the lessons he's learns over the season -- he asks Padan Fain why he's doing what he's doing, like Ingtar suggested that he should, and finds out that it's to try to hurt "the Dragon Reborn", which is useful information. It's useful to know that this is not a personal vendetta from Fain. And once the Waygate blows, he uses his wolf senses to tell that Fain is afraid, and he uses that as part of his bargain -- Fain being afraid to die means that Perrin has leverage, and he uses it.

And it shows that Perrin is able to control the battle-rage that terrified him so much after 1x01 and accidentally killing Laila.

Fain mentions the reinforcements, and it's time to return to Loial, as he realizes that he can't destroy the Waygate itself. He needs to destroy the bridge. Loial hums "Weep for Manetheren" to himself, steeling himself for his choice, and the Horn of Valere theme swells as Loial summons his strength for his final blows.

"They bought the land with their blood, long long ago."

(I cried again, of course. Very effective scene. Heartbreakingly heroic exit)

And Loial succeeds in cutting off the reinforcements, which means that Fain has lost his leverage. Perrin has the leverage now.

He's able to be practical and realize that Fain is more useful alive than dead, because if he's alive and afraid, then he might be willing to run away with the Trollocs, saving the lives of the people of the Two Rivers.

Perrin also now potentially has a reason to either try to get to Rand (once he's dealt with his Whitecloak plotline next season) or to send someone to Rand, because he has information -- the Dark One tried to send an army to destroy the Two Rivers in order to send Rand a message. So we've opened Perrin's plotline back up to the rest of the story.

The beard-pull kiss between Faile and Perrin is adorable. <3 And then the hugs commence between the Two Rivers people, and some forehead touching. Very nice triumphant moment for the village. <3

We pick up during repairs of the village, likely the morning after and now we're going to do their wrap-up for the season and set-up for s4 plots (at least that's how I'm interpreting a lot of this, since I assume that 3x08 will have very little of the Two Rivers plotline in it, as there was such a huge focus on it here).

Set-up for next season: where is Fain going with the remnants of his Trolloc army? What will he be up to next?

Set-up for next season: where does Alanna plan to take the girls, if not the White Tower? What are her plans? "The Pattern has bigger plans for us."

Wrap-up for this season: Aram has lost his previous home & family, but is offered a new home, to be the blacksmith of the Two Rivers, and it's clear that Marin will keep looking out for him. I wonder if he's realized that Marin is Egwene's mom. Did anyone say her last name in front of him? Well, he'll probably figure it out.

Wrap-up for this season: acknowledging Loial's sacrifice, and mourning his loss. "Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again. May your soul find water and shade, Loial, son of Arent, son of Halan. Your name sings in our ears." I really love Bain & Chiad merging one of Loial's customs with their own here, as they mourn him and bid him goodbye.

And Perrin reading the last lines of Loial's book. Very emotional.

Set-up for next season: Perrin gives himself up to the Whitecloaks, as per the bargain that he'd made before the battle. And we have Perrin asking Faile to respect his choice, just as he has respected hers. Very very good stuff. And Perrin quoting Ila to make his point -- he's decided that enough violence has happened here. He's not going to create more now, by fighting against this.

"Perrin Aybara, my friend."

"Perrin Goldeneyes, Lord of the Two Rivers."

Titles that Perrin has earned, through his actions and choices.

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We Belong Together

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Pairings: Lucien x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Your young daughter begins to understand the meaning of family being a team, and finding a sense of belonging herself.

SR’s Note: This is part two to You Belong With Me! I'm glad you guys liked it, even though it was shorter than my usual works. I hope you enjoy this little sequel just as much. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @mellowmusings @lreadsstuff (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Mommy -- when will daddy be home?"

You sighed, weaving another dandelion through your daughters hair. The wild, auburn mess had finally been combed through and braided; but, the little sunshine requested the yellow flowers as well.

"He should be home today, my dear."

She pouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her bottom lip.

"He's always gone."

Your heart squeezed at her words, knowing the feeling all to well. You searched for a proper response, but came up with nothing. The little one opened her mouth once more.

"Can we go with him?"

Now that you could come up with a response for.

"Oh no, dear," you explained, securing the floral stem through her braid. "Daddy's work is far too dangerous for us to join him."

Her face fell even more, and her bottom lip began to wobble.

"But, he's all alone-"

"Ohhh, cheer up my sweetheart," you cooed, pulling her from the mossy ground onto your lap. "Daddy is never alone -- he has us!"

She sniffled, wiping away a few fallen tears. Her gorgeous brown eyes gazed up at you, and you gave her a soft smile. She wrapper her little arms around your neck, tucking her face against your dress.

You ran a soothing hand over her back, adjusting to stand as you carried her in your arms.

"C'mon dear -- we can make apple pie for when daddy gets home. I'm sure he'll love it."

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The sun was setting around seven when the front door opened. It shut softly, but the sound was not lost on your daughter.

"Daddy!"

She jumped down from the kitchen stool, running to the foyer to greet her father. You had just pulled the warm pie from the oven, and when you looked up, sure enough -- Lucien rounded the corner, the little one perched atop his back. Her little legs wrapped tightly around his torso, and he held beneath her legs as he over-dramatically entered the kitchen.

"Ooh! An apple pie," he observed, turning his head to glance at the little girl. "Did you make this just for me?"

She giggled at his teasing tone, her hands clasping around his neck.

"Yes daddy! I did!" She squealed, and he grinned at you. You couldn't help but smile at the two of them, the way he'd done so well with her when she came along.

"Oh, well, me and mommy did it." She grinned, and Lucien raised his eyebrows.

"Ohhh, I see. Well, what else did my two favorite girls do today?" He asked, setting the little one atop the counter. She tilted her head, recalling the events of the day.

"We played dollies, and tea party, and picked the flowers outside -- look," she turned, showing off the slightly wilted florals in her hair. "And mommy braided my hair, and we baked a pie! Just for you!" She beamed.

"What an eventful day!" He mused, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Okay daddy but what did you do today?" The interested little girl asked. Lucien sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, I had some papers to deliver, I went over to Uncle Tam's estate for some meetings, I went to town, and-"

"That sounds like ... fun." The girl said flatly. Lucien chuckled, sweeping her into his arms once more.

"It's not as fun as being here with you," he promised, kissing the top of her head. She sighed, leaning against his chest.

"Wish we could go to," she said sadly. "I want to go to work with you, then you won't be alone all day long."

You walked closer, and Lucien wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Yes, but if you go with me, then mommy will be alone," he reasoned, and the little one's eyes widened.

"Oh no, I can't leave mommy -- maybe we all go together!" She said, as if a lightbulb just lit up in her head. You and your husband shared a laugh, and he squeezed you tighter.

"Maybe we ought to," he played into her theory. "We all belong together, nonetheless."

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obviously

look how beautiful she is

landoh 🤓

did you insta stalk her mate

….🌝

oscah 🦅

uhm

🤣🤣!!

maybe i did

she has two cats

cinnamon and sugar

landoh 🤓

wow mate

are you going to be a father to cats 😱

oscah 🦅

uhm no

i dunno

🤔🤔

landoh 🤓

how does she feel about like

you being famous

does she care?

oscah 🦅

no I don’t think so

she said i wasn’t “taylor swift level famous”

landoh 🤓

thank fuck you aren’t though

that’s good that she doesn’t really mind

about you being famous 🤔🤔

oscah 🦅

i agree

oh my god

oh my hod

landoh 🤓

what ????

oscah 🦅

she messaged me

oh mgmgod

-&;@2&;@?&2&/_*{+~£|¥_£|¥_

bye

bye

TALK TO U LATER

landoh 🤓

I’m actually SICK

seeing u obsess over a girl

this isn’t you babe 🥺🥺🥺

what happened to landoscar

😭😭💔💔

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WELCOME BACK TO DULCE HOTLINE !

YOU HAVE ONE MESSAGE

y/n l/n has sent you a message

y/n l/n

hi oscar 🤓🤓

oscar

y/n l/n

oscar

hi y/n :)

also, you’re sending me all these memes of myself

so does that mean i’m in your camera roll?

y/n l/n

woah

oh

yeah you kinda are.. taking over my camera roll

didn’t even realize

oscar

wow are you already obsessed with me?

y/n l/n

uhm

i don’t think so, piastri

maybe YOU’RE the one obsessed with me!!

oscar

are you trying to use reverse psychology?

clever girl

y/n l/n

clever girl?? i’m blushing

oscar

wasn’t my intention but i’m glad

bet u look cute

y/n l/n

you’re insane for saying that

lord.

oscar

sorry sorry

y/n l/n

yeah no it’s fine

just !

😵‍💫🤔

oscar

quick topic change..

you know why i prefer dogs over cats?

y/n l/n

hm no

why?

oscar

cause i’m scared of cats

y/n l/n

how could you be scared of this baby

oscar

okay well i’m not scared of your cat in specific

just other cats…

y/n l/n

oh so ur biased 🙄

oscar

yes

well

no?

maybe

y/n l/n

you’re never meeting my cats.

oscar

wait no

trust i’ll change for them

y/n l/n

you know what’s funny

you kinda look like a cat yourself

oscar

oh my god

wait

why do i kinda look like one

y/n l/n

oscar pastry is a cat confirmed

piastri***

oscar

🥐

i’m oscar pastry fr

y/n l/n

wowie 🤓

okay i’m gonna go eat now

#dinner time

oscar

alright, bye

have a nice meal

y/n l/n

byee!

y/n ⛄️

HIIIIIII GUYSSSS

xienma 🛐

someone’s happy

what’d he do now

y/n ⛄️

he’s just so

sooooo 😍😍

madeline 🤺

we lost her

she’s down deep

xienma 🛐

i think they’re cute idk

pretty good looking couple imo

y/n ⛄️

i think so too, i might be a little biased though…..

do u guys think that men obsess over

girls the way we obsess over them

like this better be him 🤣🤣🤣

xienma 🛐

GIRL 😭😭

madeleine 🤺

no cause real shit

i wonder if they get giggly n shit

y/n ⛄️

FORREAL U GET ME!!

madeleine 🤺

like do they just go :3 when we message them

xienma 🛐

totally

y/n ⛄️

he totally goes like that when i msg him

he’s so cat coded idk what to tell u guys

madeline 🤺

no wonder y u want him so bad

y/n ⛄️

🌝🌝

xienma 🛐

i’m ynoscar truther forever

madeline 🤺

they barely kno each other 😒😒

THEY MET ON A DATING APP

xienma 🛐

okay girl just cause your little situationship

didn’t work out, doesn’t mean u have to be a hater..!

madeline 🤺

don’t bring that shit up again……

yall fake

y/n ⛄️

woah man

I didn’t say anything

i’m eating dinner!!

and mad, what if he has a cute lil friend 🤫

i’ll set u up 🔥🔥

madeline 🤺

our wag era 😈

y/n ⛄️

ok bye i’m leaving

😴 nap time

xienma 🛐

dream abt oscar xx

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౨ৎ sorry i didn’t post anything about dulce hotline yesterday, i just couldn’t think of anything to write 😭 i might possibly do a double update, so keep a lookout for that!

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[aoi1dee]

Alexander (Alex) Morello :D

Ah yes here is my very handsome olnf MC

also...

HIP HIP HOORAYYY 101 FOLLOWERS tysm <3333

okay now here he is...

This is Alex in step 1 !! he is a very shy and fear filled kid. Basically anything can make him overthink and believe bad things are going to happen. He's been like this since he was just a little boy :(

His fears also causes his social anxiety. If someone looks at him the wrong way, he's already walking away as fast as he can with watery eyes because he believes that that person hates him. Because of this, he grew up having a hard time making friends + no one really wanted to be his friend. According to other kids, "he is super weird and too much to handle. I don't want him clinging onto me when he's scared"

No one (not even his own mama) knows why he is afraid of everything he doesn't even know himself. Alexander wishes that he could be able to do fun things like all the other kids and not have his brain tell him all of the things that could go wrong.

Though when he meets Qiu and Tamarack, something flips in him. Though he is still scared of doing anything, he is willing to get over those fears if either one of them wants him to do it. He wants to make his two new (and first) friends happy!

(here is the full body design)

moving onto step 2...

Thanks to his two besties (and crushes) Alex is finally able to do the stuff he always wanted to do! Like go skateboarding by himself or order himself food at a restaurant (even though it takes him a little bit) But sadly that doesn't mean that those thoughts are still there. They are.

Alexander and his Ma were finally able to put a name to why he feels like everything is out to get him.. Anxiety~ So all of those thoughts about "what if this happens" "or what if I do this" are still there but they don't affect him as much as they used to.

Because of this, Alex was able to find some things that he was into. He realized that he really loved films and wanted to make some himself! He has a current obsession with horror movies though. If you asked him how many times he has watched Scream he wouldn't be able to tell you. (because he is embarrassed about how many times he has watched it.) But he has also taken Bass guitar lessons! He carries his bass guitar around everywhere (even if he doesn't need it).

As he grew older though, certain things start to bother him. He is always comparing himself to others. While his two neighbors have perfectly clear skin, his face his covered in acne. The way he walks is weird, the way he talks his weird. Everything about him is weird according to his own mind. He's just never pleased with himself. Even after all of these years, the thoughts about wanting to be normal still torture him. Why does he have to have anxiety? Why does he still have trouble with talking to others?

All of those thoughts fly away as soon as he talks to Qiu and Tam. He still will do anything for them but those feelings when he was younger starting growing into actual teenage crushes. Every single thing that those two will do can make his face turn red. Both of them are just so pretty!

here is the full body drawing of alex...

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ah yes.. if you compared Alex when he is 18 to Alex when he was 10 there was an absolute clear difference between them.

As Alex grew even older and went through those high school years, he was finally diagnosed with an Anxiety Disorder and is taking meds for it!! Now that his anxiety is finally at bay he started to realize a couple of things.. Why should he care about what other people think? Why does he have to dress for other people? Why was he afraid to be himself?

Though it took a little bit, Alex started to actually find himself. He already knew that he wanted to go to school for film and that he liked to play bass. But! He finally got the strength to join a band as their lead singer and bass guitarist! Even though this band is only planning on staying in Golden Grove, Alex is super proud of himself that he is doing this anyways.

Because of Alex slowly growing to be more confident about himself, it started to be seen by other people too. Other people started to see how beautiful Alex really is and he started to see it to!

And something extra funny, his personality ended up being a copycat of his Ma's. After being total best friends with his Ma his entire life, he ended up becoming exactly like his Mama with the way he stands, the way he talks, just anything is exactly like his Ma. (Though he is still a little shy)

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That's my MC!! If you made it this far tysm!! And I'm so sorry if it was difficult to read I was spilling all of this from my head to this post lol.

Byebye!!!

[azsazz]

Anywhere

Tamlin x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Ooooo I’d literally love it so much if you’d write for Tamlin again😩 I feel like I’ve been seeing so much hate for him recently and I really just need more people doing my sweet misunderstood boy some justice :((( honestly anything that just has him being sweet and soft… hurt comfort is always a solid winner.

Warnings: Angst, foreplay.

Word Count: 1,712

Notes: Of course this would turn into something steamy, that's just who I am.

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“Tam?” you call softly, pushing the cracked door to his office open further. The room is dark, moonlight shining through the large windows. You spot him right away, and the warmth of the bond in your chest would tell you that he’s here even if you weren’t able to make out his form, slumped in his chair, elbows resting on knees and head in his hands.

He doesn’t answer but doesn’t turn you away either. Stepping into the room, you make your way towards him. His home is silent, almost eerie with lack of Tamlin practicing his fiddle, without the chatter of the chefs, courtiers, and handmaidens. It’s late, and they’ve all vacated the property. It’s only you and him now, and Tamlin hadn’t sought you out once the sun dipped behind the grassy knolls of the Spring Court.

Your footsteps patter softly against the wooden floors, the only sound in the manor besides your shallow breathing. Your heart kick starts along with your nerves, worry wracking your mind as you move closer and he doesn’t answer or shift. You can see the way his broad back heaves.

Timidly, you reach out your hand, brushing some of his long, blond hair from where it’s falling around his downturned head. Again, Tamlin doesn’t move as you tuck it gently behind his pointed ear.

“Tamlin?” you ask, running your hand down the back of his head. He’s starting to worry you, all silent and brooding like this. Lowering yourself beside him to your knees, you crane your neck to see his face, solemn with worry, usually bright green eyes dark. “Tam, are you okay, honey? What’s going on?”

Your mate doesn’t respond for a long while, and you don’t ask again. He reaches out, taking your hand in his. His fingers are cold, but his cheek is warm when he presses it against his skin, needing to be touched by you.

You stroke your thumb along his smooth skin, and his sigh startles the quiet of the midnight painted room. The moon paints his rosy, sun-kissed cheeks, his skin glowing with it, and for a male born for spring, he surely looks ethereal basked in the night.

His green eyes are piercing as he finally looks up at you, drinking you in. The soft look of concern on your face, knitting your brows together. That look in your eyes, the one that tells him that you will do anything for him, even if it means doing something you may regret. The downturn of your mouth, he can see your teeth nibbling at the inside of your mouth with worry, can feel that niggling down the bond too.

You remind him so much of her sometimes. When you’re reading up in the library in your favorite chair in your favorite spot in the manor, pushed right in front of the windows so you can look out into the garden and at the fountain while you lose yourself in your book. In fleeting moments when he’s playing his instrument and you wander your way into the ballroom, lured by the fantastical sounds drifting throughout the house. The way you fist your skirts and let the music consume you, twirling about the room with your head thrown back, laughing, until eventually you force him from his chair and plant his hands on your hips, the both of you dancing to the music of your bond, the push and pull of loving emotions shared between you.

Or when you strip your pastel dresses away and beckon him into the moonlight pond with your bare body. The silver water slipping against your skin like beads of the Mother’s tears. Only your envious beauty could make her cry. The way he can’t resist himself, eager to have his hands on you.

“I don’t deserve you.” 

His admission is a whisper that, if you were outside, would be whisked away on the breath of the wind. But you’re not, and Tamlin damns the silence, for being so weak, so fucking comfortable in your presence that his mouth has unleashed this secret without his permission. 

Your heart falters, and he feels it, splintering in his own chest. The burn reverberates in his bones, branding his soul with the flash of sadness you release down the bond before pulling those weaving vines taught so no more of your emotion can slip through the tight knit.

“What do you mean?” You ask, and you hate how your voice shakes. Your hand slackens against Tamlin’s cheek and he tightens his grip on the hand he’s holding as if he’s afraid you may pull away from him.

You’d never pull away from your mate. Instead, you move closer, parting his knees and sliding between them, staring up into those beautiful emerald eyes of his. They remind you so much of the plains that make up his court, the grasses taller than your knees, ones you had to wade through to pull him out of his self-loathing rut after Spring had fallen to shambles, making him see the sun shining again.

Tamlin drops your hand in favor of cradling your face in both of his hands. They’re shaking, as is his voice when he speaks answers. “You’re too good for me, petal, too good for this court. You are so bright, so caring and loving and you deserve so much more than to be trapped here—” His voice breaks a little, and you understand exactly what’s happening. Today is the anniversary of the downfall of Spring. The final day of the High Lady of Night’s plan to ruin everything Tamlin has never wanted but was bestowed by his bloodline. “You can go anywhere, do anything, you’re destined for so much better, so much better than me…” 

Tears prick your eyes and you squeeze his wrists, hard. “Stop it right now, Tamlin. Don’t—don’t do this because you think it’s right. Don’t dismiss our love because of the past. You deserve to love and to be loved, to cherish and to live life freely and without dwelling on what happened because some illiterate little female got a taste of power. I will love you until every flower in this court shrivels and until the Mother returns us to the earth. You are mine and I am yours, forever. Is that not what we committed to by accepting this bond?”

“It is,” he hisses painfully, tugging you up. His movements are effortless, lifting you into his lap with an ease that makes your stomach twist. You’d clench your thighs together but Tamlin is spreading them on either side of his thighs so he can pull you as close to his body as he can. Now isn’t really the time to be acting like this, but your body reacts to the slightest thought of your wolfish mate, and with the way his large hands soothe up the sides of your thighs to settle on your waist, he can smell it on you too. “I love you so much that it makes me question everything. How can I head a court when all I want to do is steal you away into the night and force you somewhere no one can find us?” His teeth are sharp at the juncture of your throat and shoulder, making you shiver. 

Tamlin couldn’t have admitted something like this long ago, hadn’t wanted to. He thought he might love the human female the way she’d initially loved him, but it was nothing compared to the burning passion he feels for you. The raw and unyielding power that sears his body when you’re near. He would give up this court in an instant if it meant saving you, keeping you for himself. He needs you like his gardens need the rain, the sunlight, the air. All of the best moments in his life don’t even compare to any of those you’ve given him. You are it, from dusk until dawn, from flesh to ash.

“Do it,” you gasp, fingering the hair at the nape of his neck. You tug on it, throwing your head back at his words, the sheer truth of them. You rock your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing up to meet your cunt. “Take me Tamlin, whisk me away or bend me over this desk and take me right here. It doesn’t matter where we go or who we’re with as long as we’re together.”

“Fuck, petal,” he growls against your skin. He’s leaving marks but you don’t care, neither of you will be leaving your bed for days, not while Tamlin allows himself this freedom. His subordinates will keep the court running, and they know better than to disturb their High Lord. “This is what I’m talking about. The way that you move, that you love…this can’t all be for me.”

“It is,” you whine as he roughly grabs a fistful of your ass. He lifts his lips, grinding into you as your fingers scrabble against the fabric covering his muscular chest. “Gods, Tam. Take me upstairs, please!”

“Thought you wanted me to take you right here,” his breath is hot against your lips. He bites at your lower lip, pulling on it and causing you to gasp. “What happened to that?”

“Anywhere,” you’re all but babbling now. Tamlin’s fingers slide between your thighs, brushing across your panty-covered cunt. “Anywhere, take me anywhere.” 

He pulls back and you want to whimper but the fire in his piercing eyes makes it catch in your throat. His lips are swollen, glistening from your kisses and his rough tongue on your skin. The way he’s staring up at you…it’s consuming. You slacked the tight reins on your barriers and are hit with his feelings full force. It almost feels like you’ve been struck, the way you rock back and Tamlin has to catch you, tuck you closer to his chest with those possessive hands you adore so much.

“Let me take you anywhere, then,” he whispers and you nod against his heated skin, forehead pressed to his. “Anywhere, Tamlin,” you agree, brushing your mouth sensually against his, pairing it with a swift roll of your hips that makes you both groan and his hands tighten on your skin. “I will love you everywhere.”

[baambastic]

He almost missed the hiss of the window sliding open behind him.

Tim quickly grabbed a blanket and pulled it around himself, trying to hide as much of his features as he could and bemoaning leaving his gear in the Nest. Whoever it was, they were good enough to get past his apartment’s security—not as strong as the Nest’s, but still—which greatly narrowed down who it could be. Tim hoped it wasn’t Dick or Steph, but he wasn’t sure that he was in any condition to fight off an enemy, either.

“What the hell, Tim,” came a familiar and not unwelcome rasp. “Why are you so terrible at answering your fucking phone?”

“Not a good time, Pru,” Tim replied, idly noting that his voice sounded similarly rough.

Pru stomped closer, apparently not bothering with stealth anymore. “The fuck is that supposed to mean? Not like you’re doing anything.”

Tim turned farther away, trying to keep his face hidden. “I’m not feeling great right now, alright?” He was too tired to sound as annoyed as he actually was.

“Bollocks,” Pru replied. “Since when did being under the weather stop you? Getting stabbed through the spleen sure as hell didn’t.”

Tim… didn’t have a good response to that.

Pru leaned forward, and Tim pulled the blanket more in front of his face.

He could half-see her brow furrow at that. “…What’s really going on here?”

“Nothing.”

Pru drew back, looking thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged and turned away. “Alright then, keep your secrets. Gimme a call when you’re feeling honest, and—”

Without warning, Pru whipped around and yanked off the blanket. Tim cried out and tried to grab at it before he was revealed, but he moved just a fraction too slow.

Crap.

Tim slowly raised his eyes to meet Pru’s gaze. He wasn’t sure what to make of what he saw there. Shock, for sure, but there was something else there behind her eyes that he couldn’t quite pin down.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment. Knowing Pru, that wouldn’t last.

Sure enough, as soon as she’d regained some of her composure: “What the bloody hell, Tim.”

Tim winced. “I, uh…”

“You look like Killer Croc shagged a daft ferret.”

“That feels a bit crass—”

“I mean, seriously, Tim,” Pru barreled over him, “you look like you belong in Barnum’s circus right now. What in the ever-loving hell happened?”

Tim threw his hands up. “I don’t know! One minute I’m talking business with Tiffany Fox, the next I’ve got scales all over me! It might be magic, but other than that, your guess is as good as mine!”

Pru cocked her head questioningly. “Was she into it?”

“I—what?”

Pru gestured to his body. “The Fox girl. I’m not judging, I know some of you Yanks like that sort of thing.”

“You just said I belong in a circus,” Tim shot back, before his brain caught up with his mouth. “Wait—no—Pru, it was Neon Knights business. And I left before she could notice.”

“If you say so,” Pru said noncommittally. “Weren’t you dating that other Fox chick, though? Bet she’d be mad if she knew you were two-timing her.”

Tim rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the growing headache from the headache standing in front of him. “Okay, first: I’m not ‘two-timing’ anybody; Tiffany is strictly a business associate. Second: Tam and I broke up weeks ago. I thought you knew this.”

“I did not,” Pru enunciated. “You never tell me anything.”

“I tell you about leads on the Spiders all the time,” Tim protested. He’d moved away from Pru as they talked. He still didn’t know if this thing could spread to other people. He was sure she noticed, but she didn’t comment on it.

“Sure, but you never tell me anything about you,” Pru countered. “Anyway. Not important. You mentioned leads on Spiders. I’ve got one.”