#a true shenanigan partaker

[foreverephemeral-art]

love is beautiful

[clockwork-carstairs]

Will and Jessamine were really serving the same energy of hissy feral cat pre- and during Clockwork Angel, the potential of that friendship I mourn all the time

Live footage of the London Institute pre-Clockwork Prince:

[theemporium]

just clicked through your mv33 core and I feel like, since max didn't really have a rebellious teen phase, reader doing funny stuff with him? maybe skinny dipping or shotgunning all the weird stuff one tries as teen

why would you hurt me like this?? i am so soft?? oh my god?? this could be like a whole series🤠anyways thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“This is stupid.” 

“It’s a pivotal part of teenage rebellion!” 

“Which teenager is stupid enough to do this?” 

“I did it when I was a teenager.” 

“I rest my case.”

You shot the boy a look, but he only grinned in response. 

When you were introduced to the world of Formula One, you had a million and one different people telling you what you should think of Max Verstappen. Whether it was journalists or paddock members or fans online, so many people were telling you what he was like. He was a villain, he was a cheat, he was everything bad with the sport. 

But when you met Max Verstappen, none of those words ever came to mind when you thought of him. 

He was blunt and straightforward with the words he spoke. But he was also undeniably caring and thoughtful. He cared deeply for the people close to him. He gave respect to everyone he met, regardless of their opinion on him. He was dedicated and hard-working, and it baffled you that this man was painted as the big, bad guy of Formula One.

The closer you got to the two-time world champion, the more you learned. There would be countless conversations where you would either find yourself on the phone to him or sat across from him on a hotel bed, legs crossed and smiles wide as you talking about anything and everything. 

When Max opened up about his childhood and lifestyle growing up, you don’t think he realised just how heartbreaking it was. He waved it all off, saying that was just how life was if you wanted to be a Formula One driver. But you didn’t buy it.

And you think, deep down, he knew that wasn’t very true either.

You wanted to change that. You wanted to give him back his years of lost childhood and teenage shenanigans, no matter how stupid or small and insignificant it may seem. You wanted to give him those memories, those experiences. And in all honesty, Max didn’t really care about it—but he liked having those experiences with you. 

“This just seems a bit pointless,” Max spoke up once again, his hands resting on his hips as he stared out at the dark water. “What do you gain from this?”

“An adrenaline rush and the thrill of hypothermia’s early stages,” you grinned back at him. “It never gets old, Verstappen. Skinny-dipping is a key experience everyone must partake in before they turn thirty.” 

Max narrowed his eyes at you. “Suddenly everything about you makes sense, Trouble.”

You grinned at the nickname. “Stop stalling, Max.” 

As much as he tried to avoid staring, he couldn’t help himself. His eyes were glued to you as he watched you pull your shirt over your head and dump it onto the sand beside you. Your shorts soon followed, and you were left in nothing but your bikini.

“Enjoying the view, Maxie?” 

His cheeks burned as he snapped his gaze away from you. He looked ahead of him, at the dark water. He could see the waves lapping against the sand, see the tide rise just before your feet before the water was dragged back in. But he couldn’t see the horizon any longer, not in the light of the moon and stars glittering in the sky.

Maybe that was what made it more thrilling. 

“Fine,” Max huffed before he pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s do this.”

“That’s the spirit, Verstappen!” 

Max wasn’t even sure what he would feel. He almost imagined an epiphany would hit him the second his body was submerged in the ocean water, that the burning desire to make all the memories you spoke about would become stronger. 

Instead, he was just painfully aware that he was naked in the ocean, with his best friend a few feet away, also naked and grinning at him like he meant something.

“Don’t you feel refreshed?” You called out to him, your arms swaying back and forth to stay afloat. 

“I feel like you might have had a more boring childhood than I did if this is what you did for fun,” he retorted, his lips twitching upwards when he heard you laugh. 

“This is only the beginning, Max,” you said to him, almost like your words were a promise. “We are going to give you the crazy teenage life you should have had.”

His smile was more sincere. “I can’t wait for you to show me the world, Trouble.”

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[hellenhighwater]

so, uh, where was malice during the cabbage incident? is she simply too dignified to partake in the shenanigans?

Catnip makes Vice want to fight things. He gets the zoomies and then he gets filled with bloodlust, and forgets that he has chronic anxiety.

He's too well trained to try to fight me--you can see me grabbing his feet in the gif and he, like a good boy, does not try to get me--but the same is not true for Malice. Mal likes catnip a normal amount, but she knows what Vice is like, and will usually avoid him when he's 'nipped up, and will come back for her share later.

She stayed in her chair and waited him out.

[a-confused-spoon]

TDP s6: Soren, Viren and missing the point (2/2)

(jesus christ did I write a lot for this one...)

SPOILERS FOR THE DRAGON PRINCE S6!

*sigh*

I want to make a little disclaimer here: my feelings towards Viren were always a bit mixed- I loved the writing of him, but I loved to see him suffer more.

I would have been fine with him dying just as well as living, even if I didn’t love how quick his flip was in s4 (particularly ep2), the same way I’m not in love with how the most recent season seems to gloss over the weight of what the man did in book 1, 2 and 3, even in the scenes where he tries to take accountability: it’s not just the use of dark magic, misleading Claudia or the mistreatment Soren; he got 2 rulers killed, forced a fiery-transformation spell on thousands of soldiers who didn’t want to partake in it, was willing to put an egg before his son’s life, sealed the souls of people in coins etc.

Even if his redemption had continued (as in, had he kept breathing), I personally would have preferred for him to not get a happily forever after with his family, but something more of a "open ending" or whatnot.

However

I can't shake this feeling that The Mystery of Aaravos has a tendency of prioritizing very well-built and executed single scenes with intense emotion over overarching thematic consistency and overall character growth (the number of shenanigans that amounts to nothing in said two regards being exhibit A, but of course those two things don't exclude the other), and while it's a MASSIVE improvement over book 4 and 5, book 6 still has its issues.

While indeed apologizing to who he has hurt isn’t nearly enough for his journey to be (nor feel) “complete”, it’s also true that Viren isn’t given the possibility to do much else to begin with, despite being the first (and so far only) villain to do a complete 180 and check all the boxes of the ‘big no-no’ list the story presents us with when it comes to morality and/or ethics.

I want to explain my point of view the best way I possibly can, so stick with me for a minute:

The characters of the series (or, well, those who don’t belong to the cosmos) exist in a historical context led by a narrative of power that chains them to a never-ending cycle of violence; the use of dark magic plays a big role in said cycle, not only as an active part of it from the human side, but also because the very practice is on its own an incentive to use it more and more frequently, which is a very similar relationship people have with power in general.

What the “good guys” of the story do, as a matter of fact, is break the cycle by putting an end to the narrative of power and replacing it with one of love, ‘cause as we learn in book 2, real strength means being able to choose love, vulnerability and forgiveness, even if that’s not what they’ve been taught all their lives. Only then they can break free of the chains of history; additionally, for said history to not repeat itself, dark magic needs to be abandoned, even in tough circumstances (unless Sol Regem pulls up in Katolis, but I digress) given the detrimental effects on the long run- and with Xadia and humanity at peace with one another and ideally living in harmony, it wouldn’t be needed at all.

Therefore, the list of ‘big no-no’ here is: don’t do dark magic, don’t pursuit power as opposed to love, don’t let history define your perception of the world.

All the “bad guys” of the story are either unwilling or unable to do one or more of those things: Karim can’t for the life of him look past history, Claudia isn’t able to give up dark magic (for now, at least not without guidance), Finnegrin had no intention of giving up the power he held over his crew- and Aaravos deliberately chose to find purpose in the immediate anger he felt during Leola’s trial (consequently engaging in the centuries old cycle of violence in all its ugliness), instead of giving in to the love he has for his daughter and pass away alongside her, resulting in Leola being left alone and scared throughout the horrible process (and also the whole world going through some crazy shit).

Then there’s Viren, who used to rely on dark magic (unlike Karim), pursue power (unlike Claudia) and look at things through the lenses of history (unlike Finnegrin), so he was a bad guy in all possible aspects.

Eventually though, he manages to successfully give up dark magic and choose love over power and refuse the chains of history (as shown both in his relationship with Terry and his willingness to serve King Ezran), with no expectations of mercy or forgiveness... and literally nothing comes of it because the other characters don’t give him the possibility to act on any of said changes, aside from doing one thing that gets him killed.

So it’s “we gain nothing if we don’t give the chance to learn and grow” (or whatever Amaya said in s4) until...? It's "it's never too late if you quit" or whatever Rayla says in ep3 unless...?

I’d love to agree on the “it’s too late” argument, but aside it going against the very principle of the story, even the awful things he did that I mentioned don’t really matter by the time s6 ends: Lain and Tiadrin are happly together and got to say goodbye to their daughter, and she herself chose to save Runaan instead; the fiery-transformation turns out to be temporary, no one seems to even remember that Eveneere and Del Bar exist etc. The only thing that still has an effect is Lux Aurea becoming unhabitable, yet the only character who gives some weight to said tragedy is portrayed as an idiotic bitter nobody (aka Karim) who should just look past it and take a chance on the elven-human camp. So exactly how am I supposed to care? *

I already talked extensively about the theme of forgiveness in part 1 of this essay (if I can call it that), but the point is that the story shouldn't pick and choose who gets rewarded and understood when acting according to the moral of the story and who doesn't even get a chance at getting a second chance while trying to do the exact same thing, not when the very thematic premise of said story automatically puts EVERYONE into perspective- because if it's the lies of history that chain them to a narrative of power, misleading them, and those started way before the characters were even born, then the conversation unfortunately but necessarily needs to include the perpetrators of violence too; they too were misled, therefore they too can unlearn what they've been taught (which Viren does) and should get a chance to really live a life spent on being a better person, not because they may “deserve it” or because it might not be "too late", but simply because they have the CAPACITY to do good, if they choose to.

A show that really nails this point (to me) is She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, which frankly I'm not even that big of a fan of... speaking of which, if Viren was always meant to die sacrificing himself without no one's recognition, it probably would have been better for him to pull a Shadow Weaver ftom the beginning.

(I don't mean this as a comparison, it's just a way for me to lay down all the elements that I belive ultimately don't work or don't help)

For those who aren’t familiar (MAJOR SPOILERS), Shadow Weaver in She-Ra is for the most part what a lot of Viren haters think Viren is in The Dragon Prince: a magic user that loves power, traumatizing the children she grows and nothing else. She doesn’t even have a greater good she intensely believes in to explain her actions and behaviors like Viren does- she’s just a massive bitch. And she doesn’t really grow or learn during the series, it’s just that at some point hanging around the good guys becomes more convenient for her... if I’m not mistaken, she doesn’t even do much unless someone comes to her spontaneously, aside gardening. At no point in time she becomes really trust worthy or good, and it’s always looming in the air whether or not she’s even beginning to be, or will ever be for that matter.

This goes on for like, 3 seasons, until at the very end- and I mean the very end (like, last episode very end) she does one good thing, sacrificing herself to save the two girls she abused the most throughout the series, which leads to her death.

What really sells the scene (leaving out the music, the animation, the dialogue, the voice acting- all of it is just *chef’s kiss*), it’s the fact that:

Her final words to Catra, who she abused the most, really feel like they put a period at the end of a sentence; it feels like closure, you feel that both her and Adora can now move on;

It’s a deliberate choice, because she had the option of staying safe and not do it, and still did;

She dies at peace with herself, and seemingly proud of herself for making that good action too;

Her death isn't the conclusion of an arc nor it comes out of nowhere, because of the general uncertainty regarding her character that precedes that moment

I talked about closure and 'moving on' in the first part of this essay when talking about Soren (which I'm now realizing was a lot shorter, lol), so I’ll move on to everything else.

The point of him dying can’t be about being selfless, because Viren always was selfless for what he thought was right: he was willing to swap bodies with Harrow, he went back to fight Avazandum when the Queens of Duren went to face the dragon alone, when Aaravos tells him he might die going in Lux Aurea he went anyways etc. Not to mention how Soren, of all people, asks him to do dark magic, of all things, so that he can… help… people… mh, now where have I heard this before? I’m sorry- wasn’t using dark magic for the sake of protecting humanity literally what got most problems started? The source of so much conflict and pain and death? A practice that wasn’t worth doing due to the detrimental effects on the long run, even when if people were going through tough times? Literally what Viren did and received a lot of shit for when he was a full-on villain? By all means, if you find it poetic, that’s great! In my opinion it’s a bit weird: if the show wants to make a point, then it should stick to it;

Viren's literally a shell of his former self, from the very moment he steps into the castle. Sure, knowing about Claudia’s state and the part he played in it wouldn’t make anyone sleep at night, but to have him so desperate, unseen and unheard once he finally picks a path "of truth" as opposed to one of darkness really wasn’t... the best. Like, my own bias against the “redeemed character dying/character searching redemption dying before getting to the end of it” trope aside, not even while dying he seems to reach some kind of inner peace. And when Soren comes into his cell, even then, when it’s his chance to prove that he is committed to this new life path he’s still unsure and scared- Soren had to insist for Viren to step in and help. As if he didn’t really know what to do with himself;

I didn’t hope Viren could build a better life for himself because the idea felt right to me, but because for two whole seasons and a half that’s the direction his character was taking, and the fact that his journey ultimately doesn’t come to a proper end isn’t even drìirectly on him just pisses me off. So much time spent on showing Viren’s progress for what feels like nothing... if not setting up Claudia to be Aaravos's new daughter and giving Soren even more trauma to deal with :D

I didn't want Viren to receive a mere slap on the wrist of course, but I also didn't want his journey to be... this. It feels incomplete, partial, and we didn't even get the final conversation he has with Soren about sacrificing his own heart instead of his son's before saying goodbye- which may have single handedly fixed most of what I said (in part 1 more than here, but still).

[ edit: I’m adding this part because I’m only now thinking about this, and I believe it’s worth mentioning.

As I said at the beginning, I do take issue with how Viren’s journey only considers the damage he made on an interpersonal level as opposed to what he caused on a macro-scale. Had his progress continued only with what the second act of the show bothered to explore so far, I’d still have many complaints, just of different nature.

Because of what I mentioned here though (*) and, again, after two seasons and a half of giving all the impressions that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for him after all, I think that it would have been nice for said things to at least be acknowledged once he got back to Katolis, instead of just making a vague matter of deserving or not deserving mercy, as this is the very logic that keeps cycles of violence going. I do know that’s what they are referring to of course, but I still think it should have been an actual part of the conversation; I briefly mentioned this in part 1/2: I would’ve loved for Soren to be the one to call him out on it, especially the ‘leaving Claudia behind’ bit, in a “You can fool yourself into thinking that you’ve changed, but you can’t fool me, not anymore” fashion of sorts.

This still doesn’t mean that a redemption was impossible to begin with imo. I think that there might be a common assumption that redeeming a character means having them join the main team, which isn’t always the case, it just happens to be the most recurring one.

Idealistically, what I think could have been an ‘okay’ solution (I am talking only in utopistic terms here, though I don’t think it would’ve been impossible to pull off in the actual show- but it would have been admittedly very difficult considering the number of episodes per season) would have been for 2 episodes to be mostly focused on choosing how to go about it:

The first one having the main team arguing with each other before coming to the agreement of sticking to their principles despite not liking the situation one bit (but you know, had it been an easy choice then the efforts at peace would’ve started a lot sooner than the actual events of the show);

The second where the pentarchy, the Sunfire Queen and the Dragon Queen have a meeting, so that they can all have their say on the matter, given that they too were directly or indirectly affected by the man; the meeting is full of tension, there’s shouting, there’s calling each other ‘traitors’ and ‘hypocrites’- generally it really puts to the test how much of the world really is committed to the cause and how much of it isn’t ready to move on, but ultimately they begrudgingly come to the conclusion that there’s obviously a series of restrictions that need to be imposed on the man, while still not completely preventing him from doing his part if he truly means to prove his change. Things like: he cannot put foot into Xadia without the surveillance of dragons (preferably Phyrrah plus a couple more) and/or maybe the drake tamers of s4 lead by Rayla (who Viren is terrified by, so she’s perfect for the job), and when he’s in the human side of the land he still must be guarded 24/7 by at least 5 trained guards; he must find a spell to try to undo the corruption of Lux Aurea, but he’s not allowed to touch any source of magic without being openly granted the possibility to by Callum (who’s now in a higher position); anything he might suggest will be discussed among the council etc… how much of this changes in the course of time and how much people are willing to trust him can either change or not change, depending on whatever follows (even if this list is just hypothetical).

Also, in light of this very recent interview:

I want to be very clear: all I’m saying in these two posts is limited to the immediate effect of s6, and if the following season (or, hopefully, seasons) manages to handle things in such a way that it’ll make me eat my words, I’ll be unbelievably happy. This show means so much to me, and I’m only critical of it only because I feel like the second act of the story doesn’t do quite justice to all that the first one laid out: TDP used to be a hyper-fixation for me and it was the saving grace that got me out of the depression loop after Voltron’s ending, so anything that can get me back into that level on investment will make me cry happy tears.

This being said

I do wonder what the whole point of Viren’s journey of this season and the prior two was if the character is deemed irredeemable by the creators themselves, especially since Soren doesn’t get closure, Claudia only gets more trauma, and Viren doesn’t even die somewhat proud knowing that he did what he could manage to in the little time he had in Katolis after so long (as I said earlier), so no one gets much out of it if not more angst… which is always welcomed, if done with a valid point.

If said purpose was just so that his passing could influence his children’s arcs and therefore being there in function of other characters, the entire thing in retrospect feels like a bit of a waste of time, given that the same exact outcome could have been achieved without him being around in this last season at all: just have Claudia come back home to figure what to do next instead of seeing her dad again; she even has the Sunfire scepter thingie to do the spell from s3, so no one needs to die of poorly executed surgery. And then she can just, find the pearl and cave to Aaravos’s temptation, as he does claim he can revive him again anyways. That, plus I’m dying to have Claudia and her brother talk again after in s4 ☹.

…so yeah, like, on a scale from a VLD Lotor frustration to an MLB Chloe Bourgeois frustration, I’m sort of in the middle with Viren. But I do like that there’s a lot of conversation on the topic ]

CONCLUSION: Despite everything, s6 is the first season I actually enjoyed since s3, though it is still not quite at the same level to me, and while I have my problems with it and I'm very saddend that the Viren and Soren thing is among those, I'm acutally very happy that a lot of people enjoy it and that the fandom is ecstatic. It just wasn't for me- but I still had a fun time writing this two parter :)

Thanks to anyone who got 'till the end of this, I really appreciate it! <3

[rindough]

omg song charac pairings is so cute! 🩷🩷 dan heng x f! reader

Anti-Hero - taylor swift (but in dan heng's perspective 🫢)

thank you!!!

-☁️anon

i love this song qwq sometimes this song just pops up in my head while im doing smth n im not complaining :PPP ITS JUST CATCHY and the melody is nice,,,, so okay im going based on the vibes i get from the song!!! ngl i would love to hear your scenario in pairing him to this song :DD

dan heng had always admired you.

he admires your bravery, your carefree attitude towards certain shenanigans or how sometimes you'd be part of those acts. he admires your strong sense of justice, how it grows in each of your travels no matter how sarcastic, weird, or funny your replies might be when responding to things.

it's true that he's missing out on those trips where he informs that he wont be joining, but through the images that march has sent to him through chat, or even when you discuss the current situation to him and have some little daily catch up. not only does he find himself smiling at those tiny glimpses of you in the background or up close, he finds happiness to see you enjoying your time during those side quests or even when you partake in those silly shenanigans with people of different planets.

through countless of trailblazing journeys that everyone has gone through, from absorbing the stellaron, witnessing the rebirth of belobog and the tragedy in xian zhou luo fu, to fighting against dominicus. he remembers and still faces those times where he wakes up groggy, heart filled with this slight worry that what if you... lose yourself?

At certain instances during these adventures he had seen moments that could easily let one lose their humanity or just lose their life, and he finds it a little hard to grasps that you're still by his side, alive and well (and sane) up until this point. but he's grateful nonetheless.

dan heng thinks sometimes that he's undeserving of your love, he doesn't exactly get why out of everyone you've met, you've decide to settle with him, staying by his side at night or during those train leaping moments. he fears one day that he might wake up to news that you might not be there anymore during your distant travels with the other members of the astral express. it's a fact that every trailblazer would at some point face their demise if it is fated, and he sure knows that he wouldn't know what to do when the time comes where the Aeons have decided to steal you out of his and everyone's grasps.

this makes dan heng all the more appreciative of you. this makes him want to live each day more happier, to look forward to every coming day and adventures with and without you (depends on the task!).

he admires your instinct to automatically look for his eyes in a room full of people, he admires the encouraging words you'll give at things he's reluctant to do. he admires the compassion you hold for people you've never once met or recognize in your current consciousness. even admiring the way you'd tease him in situations that's meant to be taken a liiiiittle serious.

dan heng finds you to be inspiring, to be full of life in ways you don't realise, and that is why he loves you.

[drabblesandimagines]

Got a reader x Clive one for ya.

After years of friendship and one too many pints of Molly’s brown late one night they confess their feelings for each other. All the fluff and maaaaaaybe some shenanigans from Gav to get them in the ale hall together.

Libations

Clive Rosfield x female reader, fluffy nonsense, everyone's a bit drunk

Your eyes widen as Gav places yet another tankard of Molly's brown down in front of you, with such gusto that a good measure of it splashes across the table. 

"Gav..." His name slurs across your tongue. Drinking had only become a possibility once you've joined the Hideaway after all, and you'd be a liar to say you'd built up a decent tolerance. "Another?"

He nods, dropping down in the stool heavily opposite you. "Another."

"What's the occasion?" Usually the Cursebreakers would partake in a round or two after a successful mission, but there'd been no such feats today. 

"No real occasion, like." He lifts the tankard to his lips and takes a deep gulp. "Just helping you attain liquid courage."

"Liquid what?" 

"Courage." He gives your tankard a nudge with his hand. "Drink up."

"I don't understand." You whine, but the scout shakes his head and nudges your tankard once more.

"Drink up, then I'll tell you."

You lift the tankard by the handle and take a deep drink to placate him. Gav had become one of your closest friends after all and had seemed rather adamant earlier that evening that the two of you needed a proper catch up. Surely another pint couldn't hurt... 

"Good." He slams his tankard back down on the table, wipes the residue off his top lip and grins. You know that grin a little too well. "I am sick and tired of waiting for you and Clive to get off your backsides and admit your feelings for one another."

You feel momentarily sober with the shock.

"W-what?"

"Don't play coy with me, lass. I see it,” he pokes himself firmly in the chest, “Jill sees it, Otto sees it, even bloody Torgal sees it!"

"Nonsense. We're just... We're friends. Good friends. We always have been." You take another ill-advised gulp of the ale, hoping to steady your nerves. 

"Right, I may only have one bloody eye, but I'm not completely blind to the looks you two give each other when you think the other's not looking!”

“I don’t know wha-“

“So,” he interrupts, placing his palms flat down on the table, “you're gonna finish that drink, march up to his chambers and tell our sourpuss-faced leader exactly how you feel, like."

"No-"

He leans across the table then, raises his hand to press a gloved finger to your lips.

"And I’m not taking no for an answer, like."

You push his arm away, a little clumsily. "Let’s say even if I did feel that way about Clive," your cheeks flush red with just the idea of a confession, "I couldn't possibly do it slightly merry with Molly's brown on my breath."

"Uh-uh, I've already worked that out. Don't you fret." 

You do fret, find yourself reaching for the tankard for another sip - a deep one, unaware of the door to Clive's chambers sliding open and Otto giving Gav a curt nod and a wave from distance.

"Excellent." Gav jumps to his feet - probably thinks he's graceful too but it's nowhere near - and strides over to your side of the table, swiftly hauling you up by your arms.

"Wha...?"

“Clive and Otto were having a toast to Cid earlier, aided by the finest bottle of winter mead I've been brewing under the floorboards the last few months." He declares, now pushing you across the floor of the Ale Hall towards the stairs to Clive's chambers. "Clive can handle his ale a little too well all things considered, so your old uncle Gav made sure it's even ground..."

"Uncle?"

"Pretty much." He shrugs, though it isn't true. You're the same age... or older? Everything's getting fuzzy.

There's no time to argue as some how you're now at the chamber doors. Gav slides them open without knocking. You open your mouth to protest but he gives you what he’ll later claim to be an encouraging nudge but was really quite the firm shove. Your balance is usually better, but the ale has done its job a little too well and you topple to the floorboards, scuffing your knees.

"By the Founder...!" Clive's voice sounds different, a slight slur to usual gravelled tones, Gav's mead having done it's work. 

You look up to apologise profusely for the intrusion… only for the words to die on your tongue as you see Clive in a state of undress, looking tastefully dishevelled. He must've been getting ready to retire for the night, his leather armour stripped - trousers still in place but little else - when Gav had so rudely pushed you into the room.

You try and scoot back, averting your gaze out of decency as Clive holds his discarded shirt up against his chest - ever the gentleman.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Gav sighs, dramatically, bending down and pulling you up to your feet, only to shove you once more in Clive's direction.

The Fire Dominant's reflexes are fast, thankfully, stopping you from hitting the floor again but in sacrifice of dropping his shirt as he catches you by the shoulders.

He smells of ash - always has - and there’s a distinct tang of the sweet mead on his breath, as he looks down at you with hazy eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"Fine." You answer, feeling somewhat breathless.

"Gav,” he calls to the scout over your head, hands still holding you upright, “what is the meaning of this?"

"You like her, she likes you..." Gav steps backwards, resting his hands on either side of the chamber doors. "..you’re both a little merry - you're welcome." And with a flourish, he bows his head, takes another step back and slides the doors over with a slam.

"I am so, so sorry..." You look down, though you're not sure that's any better considering your position. "I had no idea what he was planning and I've had too many of Molly's brown and-"

Clive places two fingers beneath your chin, coaxing your head back up to face him.

"My lady, is what he said... is it true?"

You lose all train of thought again as you look into his eyes, reminding yourself to keep focused on his face and not his chest.

"What he said...?"

"That you..." He swallows, you see his Adam's apple bob in his throat, "..you like me."

The brown has loosened your tongue, it seems, as there is no hesitation.

"Yes." It’s your turn to swallow then. “Is it true that you like me?”

“Very much so.”

You step closer then, the liquid courage stepping in, and press a soft, chaste kiss against his lips. It can barely be a few seconds long before you try and step back, but Clive’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you still as he returns your kiss.

You wrap your arms around him, wanting him closer, to kiss him deeper but this time he retreats, looking bashful.

“I want this, my darling, I truly do, but… I always pictured it differently.”

“Differently?” Oh, Founder, what have you…?

“Without the merriment, I mean. I am grateful to Gav for the method of encouragement, but…” He sighs. “Forgive me, I cannot find the words to truly express this.”

“No, I understand. You’re a gentleman, of course. I should go.”

You go to turn, retreat to your own bunk in shame, but his arm stays around your waist, a frustrated pout on his lips.

“I do not wish you to go, only for us to pursue… certain activities at dawn, when the libations have passed through our systems.”

“Oh.”

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[deuxcherise]

Fear of Cucumbers

C/w: Not much Ayato Kamisato to see here but based on context of previous works, husband-wife shenanigans, use of innuendos, some easter eggs hehe A/n: So basically cats are known to “hate” or “be scared of” cucumbers for whatever reason (resembles snake, surprise appearance etc) and I *breaks out in laughter* wanted to– pff– capitalize on that? Hehehe. It's a continuation of Lend a Hand. It’s quite short, but enjoy~ Masterlist

If anyone were to enquire about the culinary preferences of the Head of the Kamisato clan, he would answer, “Nothing in particular.”

That being said, many witnesses have noted that the man has an odd tendency to store a full boba milk tea up his sleeve and bring it out at random for a delicious sip. In addition, whenever in season, he will vouch for the Milk Tea Medley being served at the Hanamizaka.

If there are any dishes he happens to have no interest in or does not wish to partake in, he does insist that it should be given to the Kamisato’s loyal housekeeper to consu– Pardon, to be disposed of.

Now, Lady Kamisato, his wife, on the other hand… one would be hard-pressed to find out any sort of information regarding her likes and dislikes. It is said that those who do… don’t. Simple as that.

You mindlessly chew on a bit of rice as you stare at the multiple dishes of sliced marinated cucumbers decorating the table with a such look of apprehension that it begins to worry your husband. 

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” he asks, worried that this latest stunt of his might have been too much.

You flinch and look up at him, eyes meeting his purple ones for just a moment with such intensity it felt like lightning had struck him.

But your next actions don’t allow him to process it right away. You immediately drink your cup of tea like a shot glass and shove a bunch of items from the main plates and some rice into your mouth ungracefully before setting your bowl and chopsticks down on the table with a bit of force and then hurrying out of the dining room without so much as a word.

…..

Ayato blinks at your now empty spot. “Eh?”

-----🐈-----

[A few days ago… ]

The Kamisato heir is quite busy these days, what with his duties as head of the clan and as the Yashiro Commissioner. With the summer season, there is quite a lot to prepare for. Festivals, events, award ceremonies– much to do, and not a lot of time to spare.

“Did you know cats are afraid of cucumbers?”

While not on purpose, during one of the few rare moments he had some free time in the midst of this chaos, searching for his wife as usual, he happens to pass by a couple of servants carrying a most interesting conversation.

“Really? Cucumbers?”

“It’s true! Just the other day, I had just finished washing a whole basket of cucumbers and as I was taking them to get prepped, one slipped and fell onto the ground and completely scared the living daylights out of one of those stray cats that somehow find themselves within the estate.”

“Is that so…? Eh? Wait, isn’t that a good deterrent for stray cats? They keep stealing the fish we lay out to dry in the sun…”

Ayato eventually leaves them be, but his thoughts would linger on that conversation… 

You, on the other hand, well…

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Splash!

You grip the rim of your washing basin. What’s wrong with me?? He is just my husband. I am just his wife. There is nothing between us. Why am I being so weird? What is there to be weird about? There’s nothing wrong with hands. They are just hands. Hands attached to… my husband. Yes! Just because his hands look, admittedly, very manly, that doesn’t mean he–

An image pops into your mind. A familiar snapshot of a dream… a salacious dream you might’ve had… about your husband.

You splash your face with another handful of cold water. “AUGHHHHH!!!”

Ever since the day you almost fell through a bridge, you have not been able to look at your husband with composure as easily as you had before. 

“L-Lady Kamisato? Are you alright?”

You look over to your lady-in-waiting, who looks at you with worried, doe eyes. With a deep breath and a nod, taking the face towel she holds to wipe your face, you answer, “Yes. I… I just find myself in turmoil these days.”

“Turmoil? Whatever should ail you, Lady Kamisato?” she latches on your word. “Lord Kamisato would–”

“He is exactly the problem,” you cut her off.

Her eyes go wide. “Eh? Lord Kamisato? Has he done something wrong to Lady Kamisato? You must let me know at once! Why I ought to–”

You find her delicate fingers curled into fists and a fire lit in her eyes. You cover your mouth politely and chuckle. You had disliked the idea of having an ever-present attendant or a lady-in-waiting since the day you were married, but since Ayato had become busy, he blackmailed– Pardon, insisted on taking on one for your safety. Considering your current… avoidance of the man, you accepted, but this one… your husband certainly has a good sense for picking suitable individuals.

But of course, you can’t be having your lady-in-waiting marching up to Lord Kamisato and demanding an explanation. Not when you’ve successfully avoided him thus far.

“No, no. He hasn’t exactly… done anything to me. It is just…” you sigh, “Even I don’t understand it myself yet… but there is no need to involve Lord Kamisato.”

Your lady-in-waiting simmers down. “Well… if you say so. If there is anything you need, let me know!”

You smile gently, comforted. “Thank you, Ayami.” A thought suddenly occurs to you. “Oh! There is one thing, but you absolutely must keep this a secret. Even from Lord Kamisato, is that clear?”

Conflict burdens your lady-in-waiting’s eyes, causing you to add on, ��Do not worry. I do not intend on escaping the estate or doing anything that will cause harm to your position. I simply wish to send a message to a friend of mine. Will that be too much?”

She tilts her head, a strand of her light blue hair falling out of position in her headdress. “Whatever for, if I may ask, Lady Kamisato?”

You hesitate for a moment. “Well… ”

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With a little bird and tiny scroll, your lady-in-waiting brings good news and a package. You almost rip it open like the savage you truly are, but with your lady-in-waiting at your side, you quell your excitement enough to salvage the contents without ripping up the wrapping and strings too much.

“L-Lady Kamisato?” Ayami stutters, her face red at the sight of the first of five books you have received.

You slap a hand over the indecent cover of the book, feeling the heat in your own cheeks rise to scorching temperatures. You had asked your dear friend, a friend who happens to have a hand in the publication of Inazuma���s literary works, ‘How to be comfortable with your husband after experiencing awkwardness?’ And this is the first thing she sends??

A book titled, “The Samurai and I” with a cover picture of a shirtless torso of a faceless man with, admittedly, a very nice body. Considering his handle of the sword, you start to wonder if Ayato too has a very nice—

You toss the book over in anticipation of the next cover, letting it land on its front side as to lessen the indecency permeating from the tower of books. Luckily, this next book has a less indecent picture than the last… however…

 “‘Daylight’…?” your lady-in-waiting reads aloud.

The cover is a simple picture of a voluptuous peach held between two hands, dripping with what looks like clear syrup. With one read of the summary on the back, you toss it, and move on to the next one. Augh, why did you send me some weird books, huuuuh? you telepathically send to your friend.

The following two books are titled, “The Shishaku Who Loved Me” and “Romancing Mr. Gojo.” While these seem more enticing than the previous two, these are clearly romance books for the saps. For not someone like you who wishes to simply stop being… awkward around your husband.

Why did your friend send you love stories? It isn’t love! You’ve been in love before– you’re absolutely sure of it! Obviously, they didn’t work out considering you were single and unattached when you were wed to Ayato, but you aren’t some innocent and naive girl! Love was… passionate, fierce, flickering– with a bang!

Not this slow… excruciatingly slow… burning… for your husband. The teasing, the bluffs, they’re fun, of course, but… what is this?

…..

Well, if it isn’t love, then it must be lust!

…..

You make a face at this conclusion, to which Ayami comments, “Lady Kamisato. Your face…”

You shake yourself out of it and relax your facial muscles. “Let’s, um, move on, shall we?”

With a turn of the fourth book over to its front side, the last and final book your friend had sent you is revealed to be titled, “50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber”.

“‘50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber’?” you and Ayami read at the same time.

You both share a look between yourselves and the book cover. It is simply a picture of a marinated cucumber cut in a spiral form, thus separated and yet still together. You pick it up and turn it over to read the summary, only to find that it does not have any written words on the cover except for the title and the author, whom you have no idea.

After all those crude books, she sends me a culinary book about cucumbers? How… odd, you think.

Seeing as it looks the least indecent compared to the pile of books, you shrug. After all, don’t they say that the secret to a man’s heart is through his stomach?

N-not that you care for his heart, but as a wife there may come a point he may request something to eat from you, right? As a daughter of the Holy Dogs and Lady of the Kamisato clan, you must always be prepared! You crack open the book and begin reading “50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber.”

…..

The book’s content was so hypnotizing that you had to absolutely finish it, which happened to be just before dinner when Ayato decided to enact his devious plan.

It was not, in fact, a book about 50 ways to eat a cucumber.

[critter-genfic-events]

This week, we have ten amazing fic recs all about Ashton! Dive in and enjoy some stories about everyone’s favorite punk rock! Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

Krook House Family Shenanigans by Beauteousmajesty (5109,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fresh Cut Grass & Ashton Greymoore & Milo, Ashton Greymoore/Milo Krook (querplatonic)

Snippets of everyday life in the Krook house + Milo dealing with Ashton leaving. Reccer says: All of these fics are amazing, so I had to rec the series. I love the shenanigans they come up with and the care and love they have for each other

A Head Full Of Smoke Leaves Little Room For Pain by Angel Ascending (angel_in_ink) (2272,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton & Imogen

Ashton partakes of some smoking - for recreational and painkilling use. They offer to let Imogen join in Reccer says: I love any fics that deal with the bonding between the two chronic pain-havers in the group!

just don't by ivelostmyspectacles (5194,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton & Orym, Ashton & Milo

Early in campaign 3, Ashton finds Orym beat up in an alleyway and tries his best to take care of him. Reccer says: It's a great look on Ashton's early learning how to care about other people again

Trust > Memory by Clare_Hope (2706,Teen) Warnings: temporary amnesia through head trauma Pairings: Ashton & Bells Hells

After a rough fight, Ashton's head injury is acting up. They trust the people who are there to look after him, even if they don't fully know why. Reccer says: It's great hurt/comfort, and deals with Ashton's realizations that they really care for these people, even when he doesn't really remember what they've been through together.

a spark of potential by mousecookie (1189,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Caleb Widogast

After Ludinus's defeat, Ashton approaches one of their new allies with questions about dunamancy. Reccer says: One of the things I really want to happen is for Ashton to finally learn a little bit more about the dunamancy juice that got poured into his brain - both Ashton and Caleb's voices are pitch perfect here.

And The Pain Descends Like A Thundercloud by Deramin (2473,General) Warnings: Chronic pain and insomnia, described in great detail. Pairings: None

It’s 4 am and Ashton can’t sleep. They lie awake cataloging their pain and trying to describe it, unable to focus on anything else. Reccer says: I wrote this fic. I'm disabled with severe chronic pain, and I tried to describe what experiencing that pain is like poetically. It seems to resonate with other chronic pain sufferers. I think it helps explore a very important aspect of Ashton's life that many fic writers don't have the experience to describe.

Painful hugs by Deramin (1511,General) Warnings: None Pairings:

Ashton reflects on their complex relationship with gentleness, their inner feelings about fucking up, and how they feel about their friend's reactions. Reccer says: The chronic pain and self loathing seem very true to Ashton

Gold Scar by jam_jarmusch (699,General) Warnings: Implied self-harm Pairings: Ashton & Milo

Ashton and Milo in recovery after the Hexum robbery Reccer says: AFAB nonbinary Ashton is something that is very dear to me

If We Hit the Bottom by bluegreenamber (2620,Mature) Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence Pairings:

Ashton has failed the communication challenge, and as penance, he is falling and falling and falling once again. They were not expecting to see what they see in the darkness they fall into. Reccer says: I liked it

To Care or Not to Care by MasterQwertster (313,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Anni Aughta & Ashton Greymoore & Milo Krook

Anni notices that Ashton is good at taking care of Milo but not so good at taking care of himself. Reccer says: I liked it

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

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[delopsia]

Thinking about Rhett and his Easter shenanigans...

It all started with Amy.

Easter celebrations ended the year Rhett turned ten, suddenly deemed to be too old to be enjoying the holiday as children do. Beloved Easter egg hunts and egg dying faded away into nothing but days of sitting in uncomfortable wooden pews and listening to the dronings of a preacher he forgot the name of. He forgets what it's like to wake up and run down to the kitchen in hopes that the Easter Bunny has paid him a visit.

Instead, he only associates Easter with one thing. Sneaking out with his father and Perry to buy Easter candy from the local Dollar General. His momma is a firm believer that such treats need to be earned; how are you meant to raise hard-working sons when you spoil them with sweet treats that they didn’t earn? But Royal’s got a wicked sweet tooth, and both of his sons have inherited it. While Cecelia is busy with her bible studies, her husband and two sons are buying candy and stashing it beneath their beds. Rhett always gets the bright pink Peeps, Perry yellow, and Royal blue. Jellybeans are too hard to hide, but cartons of chocolate-covered marshmallow eggs fit just fine.

Rhett's fifteen when Amy is born. Too little to really partake in Easter for the first two years, but on the third, the festivities come back in full force. Everyone has to sit down and paint at least six eggs each, then hide them around the house for Amy to find. It ends in tears, not because of anything necessarily going wrong, but because Amy’s upset that they couldn’t do it outside. The next year ends the same way because this time, it was outside, but the hunt was too easy for her.

The next year, Rhett’s hatched himself a plan. Armed with all the eggs Cecelia could find, both plastic and real, Rhett stays home from church and stashes those brightly colored eggs everywhere he can find. In the stable, behind saddle bags, and beneath shelves, in corners of the fences, and up in trees that Perry will inevitably have to climb up and get. A true hunt that puts Amy and her adventurous little heart down to work. He’s hidden fifty eggs, and Amy finds forty-nine.

When Perry’s head hits his pillow that night, he finds the fiftieth.

What problem they don’t predict is how out of hand Easter is about to get. Only becomes obvious when little Amy chatters her momma’s ear off about the hunt Uncle Rhett made for her and how she hopes it's harder this year. Royal’s not happy about his youngest being taken out of work just to hide a bunch of eggs, but Cecelia will let nothing come between giving her grandbaby the Easter she deserves. While Perry sweats up a storm and Royal curses the Spring heat, Rhett’s giggling to himself as he hides eggs in the most inconvenient of places.

It's a tradition that only grows in intensity because as the years pass, Rhett gets better at hiding them, and Amy gets better at finding them. But it doesn't stop there; no, she gets bored of the plainly colored eggs she's been dying with Grandma. She wants carefully painted eggs with patterns that take hours to complete.

You meet Rhett for the first time on Easter Sunday. Only there to visit a friend and attend the Easter brunch the local church is hosting, but instead, you find yourself fondly watching the sight in front of you. A messy-haired cowboy sitting in the back of his pickup, covered in splotches of vividly colored paint, as he and his niece paint her Easter eggs. Sweat beads at his pale forehead, exposed to the elements because he offered his beloved hat to Amy, more concerned about her than himself.

"I uh...hi?" He stammers around the paintbrush held in his mouth; the sun is blistering, but you don't think the red in his ears is from the sun.

Amy pokes her head up, a too-big cowboy hat falling into her face as she offers you a plain-white egg, "do you want to paint one?"

You think that watching Amy hunt for her Easter eggs is a one-time deal. That this is the only time you'll watch this stuttering mess of a man offer you one of the jellybeans that Amy's just stuffed into his shirt pocket.

Until the next year rolls around, and you're finding a bent Easter basket on your kitchen table, stuffed full of overly-sweet treats and topped off with a plushie of a cow wearing bunny ears. You haven't the slightest clue when or how Rhett snuck this in without you hearing it.

There's a plastic easter egg shoved in your toothbrush holder, a little note, and a candy hidden inside of it. 'Good morning, I love you! :)'

It's not the only one. There are four in your car and one in your purse; they're outside, hidden in your plants and in the crevices of the windows, beneath the sink, and balanced on top of door frames. Your living room is covered. No matter where you look, there are eggs filled with pieces of candy and shakily written notes.

"You must think you're real cute, huh?" Shaking the bag of collected eggs as you walk down the dusty Abbott driveway.

And Rhett just smiles, looking down at his feet as he shoves his thumbs into his pockets, "jus' a lil' bit."

After dinner, you find an entire bag of jelly beans shoved into your purse. The same bag Cecelia buys Amy every year because she thinks it's her favorite because it's the first thing that's gone every time. The same bag that Amy shuffles off to Rhett because she doesn't like them. Rhett doesn't even care for them, but he eats them anyway.

Like it did with Amy, the festivities only grow worse. You try to catch him in the act every year, but without fail, you wake up every Easter Sunday to a bunch of eggs sprawled about in the strangest of places. A lot of them are found, but when you're packing up to move into a place together, you find two dozen. Candy suspiciously dated but coupled with notes whose meanings never waver.

He gets an egg stuck behind the dresser one year; it's still there because you can't reach it, and the dresser is too hard to move. Living under the same roof as him is even worse because now he's even more familiar with the layout and all of the hiding spots that come with it. His carefully painted eggs all revolve around you; your favorite flower, your initials, your favorite color, and pattern. So intricately painted that it hurts you when it comes time to crack and put them to use before they go bad.

Amy's hunts never cease, going beyond the age of ten, because those Abbott rules never apply to Cecelia's beloved grandchildren. Every year it's the same, and every year you find yourself rolling your eyes as Amy finds the eggs in the most ridiculous of places. So far, your favorite has been the eggs found in the gutter, placed there exclusively to piss off Royal.

You know all of his hiding places now; after spending so much time with Rhett, it's become easy to figure him out. He goes for the crevices, his favorite being the places up-high and out of reach, and the eggs tend to match the place they're in. Never out in the open. Never visible at first glance.

That's why you're so confused when you get in bed and find an egg sitting there. Innocent, bright, and definitely wasn't there when you made the bed this morning. No, you would have noticed it.

When you pop it open, you find that the usual note is wrapped around the band of a dainty little ring. And in the shakiest handwriting, you've ever seen, it reads four little words that you could never have expected.

'Will you marry me? :)'

From the doorway, Rhett just giggles, as bashful as the day you met him, red ears, paint on his face and all.

You marry him that next Easter, not an egg in sight when you say your vows or when you lock lips for the first time as a newly wedded couple. Throughout the entire ceremony, you only find one egg. It's on top of the cake, and it's only there at your request. Suspicious.

"No eggs at all?" You find yourself chirping on your slow walk to the car. A cautious hand braces around your waist, ready to catch you if your tired, achy legs go out from beneath you. These shoes were pretty, but a hell of a mistake.

Rhett clears his throat, eyes darting toward the car. "No eggs yet."

It takes you three days to find the unholy stash of plastic eggs in the backseat.

[baby-xemnas]

i love that the answer to how to integrate heart pirates, or at least law and bepo, into one piece movie plots is through bepo lmao. bc it’s so true, law is too smart, his nature is too controlling and he’s too protective of his crew for it to make sense for him to fall into crazy shenanigans and traps the way straw hat crew tend to do, yaknow? for it to make sense, law has to be dragged into the shenanigans, but how to accomplish that? imo, One Piece Red did it perfectly bc of how the story used bepo. dare i say, when bepo is involved, this changes everything for law! bepo wants to go to uta concert? ok bepo can go but law insists on chaperoning! perfect way to integrate law and bepo in one piece movie plot, 10/10, would love to see again 🤌✨

also can i just say that i will never ever be over how insanely protective boyfriend-coded law is in Red? i imagine the conversation went something like bepo begging law to let him go to the concert and law is hesitant at first bc he’s heard concerts can be dangerous and he worries for bepo’s safety but then he realizes the obvious solution is that he will go with bepo to make sure his babygirl stays safe! like?? i love it, i can’t get over it! uta concert is definitely not law’s scene, he could’ve just as easily said that bepo can’t go, but law wants bepo to be happy and he knows bepo loves uta, so that law likely insisted on going to the concert as bepo’s chaperone, so that he can make sure bepo is safe and also make bepo happy, it is just so sweet! such a perfect example of law’s Bepo Bias™️, bepo is the exception to nearly every rule isn’t he lmao, i love that so much!

YOU GET IT

Stampede did it in an annoying way that was really disrespectful to Law saying that he went off on his own and got hurt like a fool..our mans??? Excuse me???? fuck that

so RED was absolutely brilliant. how to get Law to partake in a silly thing-turn dangerous - make it Bepo's fault - there are no losers there - Bepo tends to do silly shit and he will be forgiven and Law will turn everything upside down for his baby - be it going to a ridiculous concert with him or be it saving him....we need Bepo as a damsel in distress - we need nexnext OP movie plot to have first mates be damsels in distress so we can have a reluctant captain trio team up and also killer-zoro-bepo to interact

and law's protective boyfriend-ism in RED is insane and we should rave about it every day because THEY WERE CRAZY TO DO THAT - OH ARE YOU A FAN TOO TRAFALGAR? NO (MY BABY WANTED TO GO) its soooo unnecessary for him to go himself but because he is Law and you gotta have Law in your movie they created a situation where its "holy shit he couldve sent ANYBODY but he went himself because he loves Bepo so much??? What a good husband..."

from that to Wano tummyache saga they keep creating situations where for Law, Bepo really IS the exception and he is the specialest

so when next movie rolls around and they want to have Law for that sweet sweet fanservice they should use Bepo and the other two chucklefucks as an excuse for Law to be in a stupid situation

imagine Penguin and Shachi going through every stage of grief asking Law if they can go to an event "ANY TIME YOU SUGGEST WE GO PLACES ITS ALWAYS HORRIBLE AND SCARY LIKE THAT TIME WHEN STRAWHAT PUNCHED FUCKING TENRYUUBITO AND THEN MARINES SHOWED UP WITH CYBORGS 0/10 FUCK THAT. OUR IDEAS ARE BETTER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO"

Law is like :/ (<-didn't plan an outing, not that he hates the idea, his crew deserves a treat...he is almost convinced)

Bepo: oh? sounds interesting :D

Law: okay we will go

[vlovann]

Twilight of the Gods: Mythosyns

(Inaccuracy & Stupid Shenanigans Countdown)

Rankings:

S/6 - This is actually in the mythology or accurate to our pagan ideas of the gods

A/5 - Passable; As they should, not going above and beyond; Doesn't break immersion

B/4 - Could've done better or more research; could've asked a pagan; will continue with caution

C/3 - True Neutral

D/2 - Don't like it; okay?; Breaks immersion

F/1 - Absolutely not

Misc: no = automatic 0, comment out of number, silly

goofy, +/ - (.5), E/1.75, etc.

Let's Benean - Episode 3: “You Will Gladden His Ravens”

(I need you readers to know, my girlfriend and I have been wanting to make a Loki story for…A WHILE basically since we’ve started dating a couple years ago…only 2 episodes in and I think we’ve found the push we needed…anyway

Onward, mortals!)

1. Made by a non-pagan, perverted man: Ew/6 (0)

2. Jormungandr is a sexy trans lady: A (for as they should)

3. Ew, Thor. Fuck off: F

4. Loki, the ominous cockblocking dad: S (for papa of slithery lil snek)

5. NO. NO. GOD. PLEASE, NO!!: F (for put that thing back where it came from or so help meeeee! So help me, so HELP ME! That thing as in Thor entirely)

6. Cheating on Sif: Unfortunate S for accuracy :(

7. bAldr? LIKE HE’S YOUR PAL-dr, bAldr????: NO! (0)

8. Kitty scruff Libzarb Loki: S (because he just rolls with it)

9. Accuracy of Freya and Odin’s relationship: S

10. Loki didn’t shapeshift bosoms when talking about bosoms: F

11. Loki drinks Freya’s breast milk: Ew/6 (0 for this isn’t even a chaotic extreme actual Loki would partake and he has been a milkmaid before. This was someone’s fetish, probably Zack Snyder’s, so…fire him)

12. Dwarves turn into stone when they die. This is accurate: S

13. The apples were not taken from the Vanir. They were a wedding gift to Idunn by Ivaldi, her father: F

14. Freya wasn’t the queen of the Vanir. She was traded as a hostage during the war, along with Freyr and Njord (Their father): B (for acceptable confusion, but come on)

15. Egill said the gods spit in a well, but no mention of Kvasir, God and Traveler of knowledge: B (for could’ve added, “[…] and with the birth of Kvasir, the war was over.”)

16. Bindrude on the weapons, but no explanation, so probably not a real or accurate bindrune: C

17. Oh now you say it right, Thor: Inconsistency/6 (0)

18. Roll Credits/6 (0)

19. Kid didn’t deserve that. Fuck you, Odin: L Odin (for 0)

20. Wow, Thor respects Sigird’s title more than Lief. Lief saw it as a sexualizing trait!: I’m not sure what to make of this/6 (D?)

21. Thor sounds (and looks) like a fake hippie guru: F (for he’s trying to sell me CBD oil and will not accept “I’m allergic” as an answer)

Mythosyn count: 53

Out of

6x21= 126

42% despite all the S’s, it has LOST points.

Verdict:

[lokifan2]

Tickled Green

Plot: St. Patrick’s Day shenanigans (tickles) with you and Loki. Fluff.

Swearing: None

Rating: G, SFW

Female reader and Loki

It was March and that meant the partaking of St. Patrick’s Day in many places. It was a holiday like any other than came and went, but on this occasion, instead of drinking until you puked, there was another “tradition” (even though it happened daily) that you loved. You see, St. Patrick’s Day tradition stated that you will be pinched if you aren’t wearing green on said day, but you and your boyfriend Loki were different. He, of course, wore green every single day. Not that you minded. Green WAS his color. But you would sometimes be so wrapped up in life that you’d usually forget to wear green. So, instead of pinching you(Loki couldn’t bear hurting his sweet dove), Loki found out your one true weakness (you were extremely ticklish) on that holiday and from then on, that was your tradition.

Well, maybe you “forgot “ so Loki would exact ticklish revenge on you. Everything in your shared apartment was green and although it may have been a bit much, you loved it just the same as he. You wanted him to feel comfortable always so you agreed to this change. This also so happened to be your bargaining chip every St. Patrick’s Day, as long as you were in the apartment and this year was no different. “Loki. I am wearing green,” you said as you motioned to the apartment. “ You think you’re so clever, darling,” he said with a semi evil smirk. “I know what you’re doing and I will not budge. I will get you for not wearing green on your person. As is the tradition.”

At. Patrick’s Day fell on the weekend this year, so you, nor Loki, nor the Avengers were working today. Unlike the rest of the team, who spent the day at parades and bars, you and Loki decided to take a more relaxed approach to the holiday. Staying at home and relaxing. However, it wouldn’t be so relaxing when he finally got his hands on you.

From the moment you two woke up, Loki was non-stop teasing you. “My darling, you know what happens when you aren’t wearing green on this day. Don’t you?” You giggled as he lay on top of you in the bed with your arms around his neck. “ No. Could you remind me one more time…” you both smiled as you kissed and you felt his hands creep down to your sides.

“ Uhuhuh, Loki. What’re you doing? Hehehe,” you said playfully. “I’m giving you your punishment for not wearing green today. If that’s alright with you, darling.” You smiled and kissed him again. “Oh yes. I guess I deserve it, huh? But, uh, I’m not afraid of you I hope you know.” “You should be. As you know from years past what I’m going to do now.” Loki then wiggled his fingers along your sides making you giggle. “Ah. There’s that beautiful sound”. You tried to grab his wrists but he was already on to you, as he grabbed yours instead. “Now, my pet. I am going to make you laugh yourself mad!” This always excited you when he began in this way.

Within seconds, your arms were raised and a green flash of light moved around your wrists, binding them to the bed. “Is that why you refuse to wear green on this holiday with me every year? So you can be punished with tickles? I know you like it and I know the exact spot that makes you scream. And it’s riiiiiigggghhhttttt…here!” You flinched as he grabbed the sides of your belly lightly as he moved his fingers ever so lightly across your goose bumped skin. “Nahahahooo!” you yelped out with hard laughter. “Yehehehes!” he replied evilly. “You wanted this, darling! Just remember that!” he boomed as he continued to break your resolve by then playing your ribs like a piano. “My, my! Who knew my sweet darling was so…sensitive.” You laughed heartily again and half screamed, “ stop teasing mehehehe! I yield! I yield!” Loki then gave you a sincere look and unbound your wrists. “ Well, I hope you learned your lesson this time, my love. Because I will do this as long as it takes until you learn what you’re supposed to wear on St. Patrick’s Day. You don’t have to go this far for tickles, as you know. You just need to ask.” “I know” you replied as you both sat up and hugged each other. The rest of the day, you sat watching the parade on t.v. and held each other tight.

[tcfactory]

man i can imagine that so well. like that bit in in tune, where jiu says he should write a book and he totally freaks. but instead its at a peak lord meeting, and everyone has gently partook in the alcohol peaks goods. except. sqh did not gently partake. that man couldn't drink normally if it killed him. some of them are like "oh no" but turns out hes not the boisterous drunk they thought he'd be. hes quiet, sniffly, and painfully honest about himself.

Okay, so I'm not planning any actual drunk shenanigans for In Tune (I'm not allowed to drink for medication reasons and being the sober one in basically all of the senior parties was an experience that has put me off drunk people for good) but we do get to see the aftermath to a degree.

SQH doesn't get all that drunk, or at least he sobers up at an actually alarming rate once he stops drinking because it's mortal alcohol and he already has a golden core, so he is at least capable enough to carry SQQ back to the brothel. He does have a freakout about writing things that come true, especially the depressing parts like whatever happened to TLJ. (Which will prompt the demon lesbians to go and see what's up with TLJ, they don't have anything pressing to do anyway until the current northern king kicks the bucket.)

MBE doesn't get drunk at all bc something something demon, but also she tries the wine SQH brings and decides that she doesn't like it and drinks tea for most of the evening anyway.

SQQ meanwhile gets actually sloshed. He doesn't expect a cultivator mid-core formation to be this affected by alcohol, whish shows what he knows, but also how would he know he almost never drinks. He's an emotional drunk and rants at length about Yue Qi. MBE isn't sure if he wants to kill him or marry him, but she very much wants to know if he's been toying with Baobao feelings while already having a husband or not. Also he might have sent a barely coherent spirit message to YQY before they could stop him, so guess who's coming with MQF in tow? Oops. He refuses to drink like this ever again, 0/10 would not recommend.

[cometblaster2070]

I’m not going to lie, but like, Cupid and Kitty have untapped potential to be one of the most chaotic duos Ever After High has ever seen.

I don’t quite remember if they ever interact in canon, or what their relationship is like if they interacted, but like, just think for a second.

Cupid is clearly against Headmaster Grimm and his whole agenda right, like, we all got that from True Hearts Day. Cupid believes that everyone should follow their heart regardless of destiny, while Headmaster Grimm is firmly against such ‘nonsense’ and believes that everyone should just shut up and follow whatever their destinies entail.

Then there’s Kitty, and her whole deal is causing chaos. She loves pranks and mischief, and generally just being a nuisance all over. Headmaster Grimm is someone who’s a stickler for the rules; of following things by the book (literally). I would like to wager that this both amuses and displeases Kitty, and she finds whatever way she can to make his life absolute hell while cultivating pure enjoyment for herself.

And that’s where they both come together. Because, bear in mind, Cupid’s destiny (if you could call it that I guess?) is to bring people together and help them fall in love. Kitty’s destiny as the Chesire Cat is to simply be as much of a hindrance to everyone that she can while partaking in several shenanigans.

Do you see where I’m going with this? 

Cupid and Kitty can cause so many problems together and when confronted, they can use the very viable excuse that they’re really just practicing for their destinies.

I would enjoy this friendship very much as it would lead to many moments of Headmaster Grimm almost having a stroke <3

We love Milton Grimm slander in this house.

[naturesbeat]

OVERVIEW

name: sage evergreen species: rava viera gender: cis female, she / her age: 358 sexuality: demisexual faith: n/a jobs: RPR, AST / BTN, ALC occupation: nomadic alchemist, fortune teller, void witch *note: she is a non-WoL OC & supporting character

APPEARANCE

sage stands on the shorter side for a viera, with a soft, round frame that's wider in the hips. drooping ears and gray streaks betray her age, along with the tell-tale crinkles around her eyes and mouth, but her posture remains prim and proper, and her gaze as sharp as ever. her most notable feature by far is her mismatched eyes, one so light as to be almost white. should you happen to glimpse it beneath the eyepatch she favors, it has an eerie quality of staring not at you, but through you. the only remnants of her life as a true rava of the forest lay in the clan markings on her cheeks and brow.

PERSONALITY

whimsical, vague, and fond of meandering around the point, sage is as vexing as she is intriguing. her curiosity knows no bounds, and she will go to any lengths to satisfy it - regardless of who or what stands in her way. knowledge is held in the upmost regard, and to be shown an expert in a particular subject is a surefire way to gain her respect. conversely, she has little patience for those who are content to remain within a limited world-view. she takes great pleasure in poking and prodding people out of their comfort zones. an observer at heart, she likes to maintain a certain amount of distance from the proceedings of the world. while you might find her on the edge of a decisive battle, or sneaking into a prestigious event, she is rarely, if ever, the center of attention herself. but she is by no means incompetent. her age has lent her considerable experience and she is able to confidently handle herself in matters of combat and society, though she may complain about the strain on her old bones after the fact.

PACT

in reality sage does have a unique pact with her avatar. insatiably curious, much like herself, they had been drawn to a rift in the veil the same instant she was exploring the tear from the other side. startled, the two exchanged blows, tumbling back and forth between the worlds in the process. both of them managed to wound the other before their aggression cooled, and they opted to exchange questions instead. hours and hours passed with neither’s interest totally satiated—- until the advent of a bargain.

the voidsent proposed a way for each of them to observe the other’s world. through her eye they could partake in every adventure, share in every sensation the source had to offer; meanwhile sage would glimpse the world beyond the veil, hear the whispers that spoke of the past, the future, and the dark reality of the shards. so long as she kept them entertained, fed them knowledge and unique experiences, she would receive their power.

easy enough.

to satisfy her end of the deal, sage took up the mantle of a humble traveler, peddling her services as a fortune teller and apothecary. she can divine your future from the cards, seek the truth of your being hidden within the palm of your hand, and all she asks for in exchange is a story, a secret, or some peculiar bit of knowledge to feed the endless intellectual hunger of both herself, and her ethereal companion. the bravest ( or perhaps, most desperate ) of her clientele can even offer their aether to her avatar directly, to see what they might discern from a taste.

WISH LIST

PROTEGE: sage is getting older, and as such, has slowly come to desire someone to entrust all that's she learned. if your character is in need of a mentor, it could be worth having the two meet.

VOID SHENANIGANS: her character is heavily tied to the void, so I would enjoy other characters to explore this with!