#also yes I know the watermark is a little annoying in this one

[grimvestige]

Art trade with @resonantcrimson of Arsenius & Vin!

[random-fandom1984]

Hi!! 😆

May I request TFP Yandere Soundwave x human reader?

Thank for reading this (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨

Sorry if it doesn't have that much yandere as you were hoping for.

Okay, so, the only way I can see that you could've gotten his attention is either you're related to one of the three human charges – family or friend. Because of that, you don't know about the Autobots and Decepticons.

Soundwave was given the mission to find out more about the human pets, through humans that are close to them. Out of all of their family and friends, he chose you.

He only went through some of your info, and you're a friend of Miko's host parents that lives in a state up north, in Gravity Falls, Oregon (Yes, I'm making a little crossover with GF, but TFP came out 2 years before Gravity Falls existed, so Weirdmageddon hasn't happened yet, nor have the Pine Twins visited yet.)

You've met Miko a few times when you've came to visit, and it's best to say you don't like how loud, irresponsible, foolish, and doesn't understand people's boundaries. You were a rather quiet introverted person, and she was an overbearing extrovert, so you two didn't mix well.

When it was Christmas last year, they were at your family gathering, and she almost got your cousins hurt with firecrackers, who were mainly toddlers and young children. She even said, quote-unquote, that "They needed to live a little and not have helicopter parents deciding everything for them." The thing was that your aunts and uncles weren't helicopter parents, they were normal, calm, and understanding parents!

Miko was one of the main reasons why you lost faith in humanity, and you despised her with a burning passion. You even told this to her in her face, but she would say that you're just grumpy and should take a nap. As if you were a little child that didn't know better!

You work as an online artist that takes request for people who can't draw certain things like, animals, details, DND characters, Oc's etc.

As time went on, he was starting to get obsessed with learning more about you, and he knows more about you than anyone else you know in your life. Your favorite animal are birds, your favorite color is d/s/f/c (Dark Shade of Favorite Color), you hate people, don't like talking, have a pet European Starling named Jermey, after the crow in the Secret of Nimh because of his love for shiny and sparkly things, who is also the model for your watermarks on your designs, you like dying your hair, and so much more.

You were having a normal day, doing a live stream as you were taking requests from your viewers, when this one person in particular to do a city made out of metal, the people are robots that can transform, and even gave you an image that they "made" that was called Kaon. Interested, you took up this challenge.

It was safe to say that Soundwave wasn't disappointed with the end results of it; It looked magnificent. The image of his home was nostalgic of the good old days of Cybertron, when it wasn't just him and Laserbeak, when all of his children minicons were still alive.

The two of you kept in contact and became friends on the internet. You would tell each other about how your days went; you were told that he works as one of the higher ups in a company, has to deal with an annoying, loud, arrogant assistant of his boss – reminds you of a certain someone –, has a pet bird, is introverted, doesn't talk, doesn't like humanity- you're already hooked.

You turned a blind eye to things, like how he somehow knows where you live, find out about private accounts on social media, knows that you're talking to someone even when there's barely any people around, kind of seeming jealous/overprotective over text. The hardest one to do is when someone insults or steals your art, only to end up severely or lightly wounded somewhere between the next day to the end of the week, saying that a robot version of Slenderman or a metal bird that has an origami themed shape, etc.

There were a few things that caught your attention. How he uses the wrong terminology for things such as units time, parts of the body, even saying organics, fleshies, humans instead of people or others by their names. You were suspicious but brushed it off every time it happens.

At the beginning of Soundwave's his sire growing obsession, Laserbeak didn't even understand what was so great about you. But it changed when he was shot down by Autobots and landed out in the woods, you found him, and repaired him. During his stay, he made friends with Jeremy, and during repairs, you were gentle as you could be when fixing him up, your touched were light, you asked if what you were doing was alright, and he honestly thought of those human films where the mother would help their child when they get an injury. In this situation, he was your the child, and you were his the mother; he understood now.

Knowing Laserbeak's existence was the reason why it was a little hard to turn a blind eye to those that were injured.

When Laserbeak returned, he gave the information to Soundwave, and that's when Soundwave knew that you were the one to complete the family.

When the both of you actually met face-to-face is when you texted him that an ex of yours came back is so persistent on getting back together and won't leave you alone. When it was night, your ex cornered you, and was ranting on and on about how you should be grateful that he's giving you a second chance, even though you were the one to break up with him, only to end up dead on the pavement. You looked up to see Soundwave himself.

The first thought that came to mind didn't revolve around fear. No! It was 'Oh, god, he looks hot-'

So, you were taken aboard the Nemesis, you became a part of the Con Crew. 1.) Because you're close, in a way, to one of the Autobot's human pets; 2.) You hated humans just as much as they did; 3.) It's Soundwave. Megatron trusts him with any decision of his. A reason Soundwave gave, in public? A human to spy on the Autobots- Shut the fuck up random Vehicon, this is a human spy, not Makeshift. This isn't like Starscream's plan.

This happened only a day after Optimus Prime became Orion Pax. Soundwave had a feeling that something might happen, so he had you wear something that will cover up everything, mainly your head/face. He knows the archivist is smart, and if he were to revert back to Optimus, then he would recognize who you are.

Often times, some Vehicons would make comments about a human joining the ranks, or try to get rid of you, and they were met with an electric end.

It was only about a week later, after Orion became Optimus again, when they decided how they were going to get you in their base, and with the help of the newly arrived Dreadwing, they can do just that.

Part 2 coming soon...

So, basically this was a yandere x willing reader. I just hope you're satisfied.

[tainted-harmon]

Do you know any good apps to edit videos

Yes, I used to do a lot of video editing and I always use “VivaVideo”. It’s free to download and the majority of the features are free to use (and there’s a lot). This is the best app out there for video cutting, editing, adding music. I swear by it! .There’s also VIP option to have extra features and the ability to remove the watermark, but what I love about this editor is you get a massive free selection that is actually good.

Ps, a tip on removing the watermark if you don’t want to pay is to crop the final video after it’s saved to your phone. You’ll lose a little corner of your video but that’s a good way to get rid of an annoying watermark for free.

Another app I have used, more for effects, is funimate. That’s more effects based but it is really good. It’s free but there are also extra “vip” features that can be bought, but a good thing with Funimate is they regularly choose one or two “vip” effects each month that can be used for free.

I think the type of app people yse depends on the type of edits you want to do. Like I prefer the cutting and ordering aspect of putting clips together to music more than visual effects.

Here’s a video edit I did on Viva Video. Hope this helps!

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (July 25/2021) - The Wilburger Ranvan

Wilbur comes up with his new calling: selling burgers in a burger van! At Phil’s suggestion, Wilbur teams up with Ranboo to do so, setting up their new business on the outskirts of Las Nevadas.

A brief summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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VOD LINKS:

Wilbur Soot

Captain Puffy

BadBoyHalo

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- Wilbur and Phil hang out in the Arctic. Wilbur has a proposition for Phil

- He says he met up with Quackity and it was a nice time. The one conclusion he came to is that Quackity is very resourceful

Wilbur: “As much as I may disagree with your views on anarchy, I must say, it’s pretty harmless. I -- I can’t hate you for it. I can’t hate you for enjoying literally living in a peaceful little village in the snow, I mean the server’s never been this peaceful since -- since all the countries and nations and cities and everything is gone. So Phil, I came to you with one question, one question...do you think Quackity should be allowed to be left unchecked?”

- Phil says no. The issue is, there’s no government, no police force. What Techno’s done is left a power vacuum and now Quackity’s come in with an unethical establishment, gambling...

- Wilbur wants to make a burger van

- They get interrupted by an Enderman ascending from the basement

- He knows there’s a bit of déjà vu, but the difference is that the burger van isn’t going to sell drugs this time. He wants every steak to have a name

- He’s done with being a source of authority, a president. His calling is just burgers, no ulterior motives

- Phil knows someone who would help out: Ranboo. The richest, most knowledgable man on the server, and he’s run out of things to do on the server

- Wilbur doesn’t want to play with Ranboo, but Phil threatens to kick him out if he doesn’t so he does, annoyed at being treated like a child

- Wilbur gives Ranboo his proposition

Wilbur: “I like to think, you know, let bygones be bygones, let’s bury the hatchet, let’s be -- Ranboo I’m gonna go out on a limb here...do you wanna be friends?”

- His next progression, after being a dead-terrorist-president...is to be a chef. Ranboo is onboard 

- They start walking over. Wilbur asks if Ranboo’s heard of Las Nevadas, and Ranboo mentions their abandoned cookie post that was causing trouble. He wants to create competition for Quackity’s business. Eventually, maybe Quackity will have to make a deal with them, maybe even be their friend

- Ranboo wants to keep it respectful. Wilbur assures him that they already has the land necessary

- Wilbur wants to pick Ranboo’s brain and asks his thoughts on Quackity. Ranboo says he just hasn’t seen him in so long. Their last interaction before everything else happened was just that they were in the same cabinet of New L’manburg

- Wilbur didn’t know that Ranboo was part of L’manburg’s government

- Wilbur asks if he dislikes anyone. Ranboo says not too much, just people that he doesn’t agree with. Everyone is just a product of what they’ve gone through, so if you understand that, you understand the person

- If you align yourself with everyone, isn’t that more complicated? Ranboo says that’s why he’s just been living with Phil and Techno away from everything, trying not to involve himself in much, but he has a terrible radar on what’s involving himself and what isn’t

Wilbur: “What about Dream?”

Ranboo: “Well that’s -- well, with Dream it’s kind of like...all I’ve heard of Dream, all I’ve seen with Dream is just been like the really bad things that he’s done and everything, so I would say that I -- yeah, I don’t really like Dream, but I mean, he’s also not really someone that it matters whether or not I like him ‘cause he’s just away in that prison for a really long time, so I mean...”

Wilbur: “No trial?”

- They reach their competition and go into the fast food restaurant

- He peeks into the casino, but holes it back up. This building doesn’t benefit the consumer

- Wilbur places down some signs insulting Quackity’s burger place, guaranteeing those signs will never leave since they don’t care about the customer

- Wilbur shows Ranboo his area, which he's thinking of naming “Paradise.” Ranboo says it could be a neat play on words...pair-of-dice

- Wilbur and Ranboo decide to make the place red and white, retro-themed. Ranboo gives Wilbur Ranord and Wilbur goes off to gather some red

- Wilbur likes Tubbo since he’s strong-headed and doesn’t let people push him around

- Ranboo says when you can’t change someone’s mind, it’s no use to needlessly argue. Wilbur points out that Ranboo seems to be a bit more dynamic than a purely neutral, peaceful force. He’s somehow appeared in almost every conflict the server’s had since Wilbur died

- Ranboo says it’s because he’s bad at discerning things, but he’s been doing alright with his situation recently. He wants to help people, and sometimes he lets that desire to help people get in the way of what he says about himself

Wilbur: “Ranboo...why did you help to help me?”

- Ranboo needed something to do, and he also thought that Wilbur’s an alright person, so he wants to get off on a better foot because he doesn’t like having people not like him

- Wilbur asks why he doesn’t think Wilbur’s a bad person. Ranboo says he did bad things, but also went through things that made him that way and now he’s changed as a person since he died. He’s optimistic in that

Wilbur: (sniffs) “Good, uh...that’s nice. Thank you. Uh...I think I needed to hear that.”

Wilbur: “Can I be real with you man? ...I think I scare people.”

Ranboo: “I mean...yeah, I do the same thing.”

Wilbur: “No, not in -- no no, I mean I...I don’t think I...I think a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to -- trying to keep me from hurting them, you know? Like they’ve seen what I can do and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.”

- He demolished Jack Manifold’s house twice, he completely ignored him in the war, and what it took for Jack to forgive Wilbur was just a sorry. 

Wilbur: “And I know -- I’ve spoken to Tommy about Jack Manifold! And Jack Manifold is not the sort of person to forgive someone like that with a sorry! Imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold! What’s Dream done to Jack Manifold, huh? Barely anything! I imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold, Jack Manifold would ignore him. Do you know why? Because DREAM’s in prison, and I’m not!

“Dream is -- he’s had his comeuppance and I’ve not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for these people! They’re just waiting! Waiting for the next thing for me to slip up on them -- Ranboo, I’m not gonna fucking slip up, Ranboo, I’m different. I’m not Dream...god, I wish I was! Sometimes I wish, I wish I’d gotten that comeuppance but Ranboo, I’m not Dream. And I’m not gonna be Dream, and that’s...”

“I’m living in eternal Limbo...again. I’ve been through Limbo. I’m out of Limbo. And socially, I’m still in this Limbo, and man, Ranboo, hearing you say those words that you said to me? Do you remember what you said?”

Ranboo: “Y-yeah, I do?”

Wilbur: “You said...(sniffs) I think people can change, that’s number one. And number two, you said you’re scared that people don’t like you.”

- He tells Ranboo that they’re kindred. They have the same neuroticism, their strongest point. But anxiety is not their downfall. Wilbur’s parents are alive because they were anxious and didn’t let anything take them down

- Ranboo says they’re both thinkers. They may think in different ways, but they think at the same level

Wilbur: “I think you might be a bit braver than me in showing your true colors. I feel like with you, Ranboo, I never have to be guessing your next move. I never have to be guessing your hand, you know? I feel like life dealt us the same cards, and the difference is you build your trust by showing people your cards whilst I keep them close to my chest, and I feel like that might be the big difference.”

- He asks Ranboo what he feels about thievery. He’s going to steal Las Nevadas’ cows to make into burgers

- Ranboo makes some concrete and starts building the van. Wilbur rides off on a horse looking for some sheep

- Wilbur asks Ranboo about Tubbo and Ranboo talks a bit about Snowchester. Wilbur thought Techno was successful at getting rid of all the nations, but Ranboo says it’s not a nation. Wilbur doesn’t know about Kinoko Kingdom either

- Wilbur gets to the spider farm, which has Kanye West in it

- He heads back and they discuss names like Paradise or Wilburger

- Wilbur asks Ranboo’s opinion on Tommy and Ranboo thinks he’s great. Tommy’s gone through a lot, but it’s made him a good person. 

Wilbur notes that he seems to think that everyone’s gone through something. Ranboo says yes, the only bad people are those who are evil without a reason why, but there’s not many people like that

- Wilbur names the first burger “Wilburger Vol. 1″ and puts a watermark on it

- Wilbur wants to ask Ranboo one last make-or-break question

- Chat suggests the “Wilburger Ranvan” and they like it

- They go to Quackity’s restaurant and Wilbur wants Ranboo to smash the windows. Ranboo does

- Wilbur goes inside and places TNT. He hands Ranboo the lighter and tells him to detonate it

- Ranboo does so. Wilbur tells Ranboo to go back to the van. He’s passed the test

Wilbur: “Ranboo, I’m proud of you man. You’ve -- you’ve taken a side.”

- Wilbur goes back and places a sign at the crater:

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***** Wilbur + Ranboo  Did this together

*****

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“I love that guy.” (laughs) “I love that guy.”

END OF WEEK RECAP:

7/19 - Nothing much happens.

7/20 - Sapnap and George speak with Mexican Dream

7/21 - Foolish creates Philzavilla and breaks into the prison

7/22 - Nothing much happens.

7/23 - Nothing much happens.

7/24 - MCC, no updates

7/25 - Wilbur and Ranboo make a burger van

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Upcoming Events:

- Captain Puffy’s Lore Stream

- Wilbur’s 11 planned streams

- Egg Finale Stream

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Ponk’s prequel stream

- Ponk’s current-day lore with Sam

- Puffy’s Lore Cast

- Sapnap’s lore

- Dream’s lore video

- Quackity’s casino opening

[sweetjekyll]

Under The Same Roof, part 1 — BBH

pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

genre: Roommate / Flatmate AU, one-shot, friends to lovers rating: teen and up warnings: none! tiny bit of fluff if you squint your eyes really hard word count: 1.2k 

summary: Baekhyun and Y/N have been flatmates for a while and romance is in the air.

Requested by anonymous: keyword “roof” + sentence “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” from this writing game post.

Masterlist — PART 2

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble, but I told you I couldn’t contain myself once I reached the 600 words I went over lol. this may as well have a part 2 if many people request it, but for now I left it as it is cause I like the suspense. I edited the pic for this but I didn’t add a watermark, it took me a while to find something that sparked my imagination.

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Enjoy! ❤

You and Baekhyun have been flatmates for about a year now, he needed someone to help him pay rent after his previous flatmate moved in with his girlfriend last minute and you needed a roof over your head since you didn’t want to live in the dorms at your university… Too expensive. The apartment on the other hand wasn’t anything luxurious either, just a two bedroom, one bathroom and a combined kitchen and living space area, enough to house 2 people, even if it wasn’t exactly that cheap yet quite affordable.

Baekhyun was trying to save money from his full-time job as a barista and bartender in the local university cafe, serving coffee by day and alcohol bar by night, meanwhile you were a majoring student who was mostly focusing on her studies but worked part-time at the same cafe Baekhyun did. It had its perks choosing you as flatmate, Baekhyun already knew you were a good person and that you were in need of a place to stay, plus you got along well on the job too. It’s not like you could exactly sleep over at one of your friend’s places forever so when he offered to take you in you accepted without second thought.

But boy, oh boy, was Baekhyun ever the loud type; some days you thought you were going to march out of your room and smack him on the head cause you could not concentrate on your textbooks while he was playing games with his friends, others you actually joined him when you two were alone. As loud as he was, he was also a sweet introverted guy with a tendency to be a social butterfly despite his reserved nature, in fact, you were surprised to meet so many of his friends you could barely remember all of their names. Two hands weren’t enough to count them all.

You considered him a close friend, after all, you were living together under the same roof, Baekhyun was there for you when you needed a friend and you were there when he wasn’t feeling like going outside to meet with anyone else. He wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but at some point he started liking you more than just a friend. He liked everything about you, from the way you bickered about the smallest of things in the apartment such as not leaving dirty mugs in the sink after breakfast, the way your voice was barely above a whisper in the mornings with pouting lips and sleepy eyes, the way you smiled at him after a long tiring day of classes and work, the way you sometimes managed to keep up with his high energy, your friendly and caring personality… Only a few times has he truly seen you mad like a beast, but thankfully it was never directed at him.

Baekhyun was sitting crosslegged on the brown two-seater in the living room, playing some shooter multiplayer game on the PlayStation with some friends of his you’ve met before plenty of times, Chanyeol and Sehun. You let out a quick sigh as you hurried across the living area from your bedroom to the front door, dressed in your work attire, you scurried to put on your shoes. “Okay, I’ll be at the bar the whole night,” you said as you grabbed your coat, ready to walk out before you were late. “Have fun, don’t wait up for me.”

Baekhyun’s eyes quickly moved from the television screen as he paused the game, earning groans and scowls from his friends sitting on the rug with each their back pressed to the sofa. “I’ll come pick you up, just call me when you close down.”

You smiled at Baekhyun’s offer and pointed a finger at him playfully. “I swear if you fall asleep, Byun Baekhyun—“

“Promise I won’t.” He held out his right pinky finger for you and you moved closer to close your pinky around his, a small gesture of friendship you came up with when you once came home a bit tipsy from a night out with all your friends.

“Alright, good night. Bye Sehun, bye Chanyeol!” And just like that you closed the front door after yourself as you went to work.

Chanyeol exchanged a silent yet teasing look with Sehun but it didn’t last long as Baekhyun unpaused the game to resume from where they left. “Dude,” Chanyeol begun after a few minute of resuming the game, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t going to come back for something you forgot, “are you two like… Together?”

“What!?” Baekhyun exclaimed, but he got distracted from the question and barely safe one of his opponent taking down his character. “Me and Y/N? No, we’re just friends.”

Sehun put down his controller and turned his torse to look up at his older friend. “But you like her, right?”

Baekhyun had to pause the game again quite annoyed and this time looked at the two guys sitting on the floor. “We’re just friends.” He stressed on the last two words. He couldn’t really hide it, they could hear the disappointment in his tone even if he was trying to not give it away. “Nothing more.”

“Oh my god.” Chanyeol’s eyes widened, he too discarded the controller on the coffee table and turned his whole body to face Baekhyun from his spot. “You’re in love with her.”

“I’m not!” Baekhyun scoffed as he tried to resume the game but Sehun snatched the controller from his hands, holding it away while his friend protested with a whine. “Okay! Fine! I am head over heels for her.” He confessed as his body slumped against the backrest. “I just don’t want to ruin the friendship we have if I ask her out on a date.”

“You’ve been grocery shopping together, buying clothes and furniture, all of our friends think you’re together.” Sehun pointed out as he got up from the floor and sat on the two-seater next to Baekhyun. “You act like a couple any time you’re in the same room.”

“So why didn’t you guys say anything?” He asked seriously confused. Yes, you and him got along very well, but he didn’t think you were getting along too well in the eyes of your group of friends.

Chanyeol shrugged. “Cause we thought you wanted to keep it private until you felt like telling us.”

Sehun laughed softly, earning a glare from Baekhyun since he didn’t know what was going on in the head of the younger guy. “So that’s why you haven’t shown any PDA! I was almost beginning to admire your self restraint from kissing her or holding her hand when you’re in public.”

“Hey!” Baekhyun slapped him on his chest, earning a pained chuckled from Sehun. “Look, it’s just that I don’t know how to tell her…”

“Just ask her on a date,” Chanyeol said while giving one of Baekhyun’s knees a soft slap. “If you don’t I’ll ask her for you. Who knows, maybe she reciprocates your feelings?”

“That’s a strong maybe.” Baekhyun shook his head as he reached forward to grab his controller from the coffee table.

“I’m pretty sure she reciprocates.” Sehun added as he too turned his attention back on the game, meanwhile Chanyeol just smirked as his brain devised a plan. It would work out, Baekhyun and you just needed a little help from Cupid.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #336

"get back, you’re never gonna leave him  /  get back, you’re always gonna please him”

What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid? When I was a very little kid, idk. But once I got into meerkats... I drew them like crazy. Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel? No. Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye? Ugh, let's not. When did you feel the most confident in your life? Probably my senior year of high school. I was happy with Jason with plans for the future together, I was doing excellently in school... I thought I was really going to go somewhere. Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must. Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? Fuuuuuuuck no, I hate it here. What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered? Probably when I was otw home from my doctor appointment and we passed a random guy in drag walking on the side of the street... That guy is an icon. Favourite soft drink? It's really strawberry Sunkist, but I love it to a degree I don't even allow myself to drink it, because I will fucking destroy that shit so quick. So I tend to just say Mountain Dew Voltage is my fave. What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy, period. Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No, but it sounds fun. What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhhh idk. Who depends on you the most? My snake. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Yes; William Clark and Queen Victoria or Queen Elizabeth, idr which. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Mom. She only has one kidney, so, y'know. She kinda needs at least one. I wouldn't even hesitate. What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Unconditional love. What three things do you think of most of each day? My weight is #1. Every second of every day, it, as well as Jason, are somewhere towards the front of my mind. The final is financial and job-oriented stuff. Does/did your high school have pop machines? It did. Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? No. Have you ever slept in a water bed? Yeah. How often do you use Flickr? I pretty much abandoned my account; nowadays I only occasional check my friend's profile who works at the Kalahari Meerkat Project because she uploads wonderful pictures of the 'kats as well as gives interesting info about them! Who is the last child that you took a photo with? Mom took a picture of me holding my youngest niece Emerson because it surprised everyone; I NEVER hold babies. She crawled over to me and reached up though, so of course I was going to pick her up. How often do you wear hats? Never. Would you ever get a nature tattoo? Sure! Idk what, but I'm rather sure I'll get at leaast one. Is anyone in your family sick at the moment? No. Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? My older sister is a mammographer, and my younger sis is a social worker. Where is your favorite place to buy groceries? Wal-Mart, I guess. Who do you generally talk to the most? My mom. Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname? Mom is "Mama Bear," and then my siblings are "Little Sister" and "Big Sister." Whose birthday is coming up? My lil sister has her birthday in April. Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No. When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? I needed to get blood drawn for some testing. It was drawn from my inner elbow, obviously at the doctor. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? I never have, but it'd be fun. I enjoy puzzles. How many followers do you have on Instagram? I don't feel like checking. What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts? "Mutter" by Rammstein. I picked a screenshot from it to draw, so I rewatched it to select one. It's a beautiful video, but also strange, which Rammstein is great at. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. What makeup products are your go-tos? If I wear makeup, the bare minimum is black eyeliner. Are you going to school this year? No. I gave college as many shots as I could handle both sanity-wise and with finances in mind. I do NOT want to even ATTEMPT to imagine the debt I have after going to three different colleges and dropping out each time. What is your favorite water activity? I enjoy just kinda swimming around aimlessly, relaxing. What are your favorite video games? Okay, I talk about SH2 and SotC enough on questions like this, so I'll mention some others I really enjoy as well: the Silent Hill franchise in general, Spyro games, The Last Guardian, both The Evil Withins, The Last of Us, some Resident Evil games (the 4th in particular), etc. etc. I just love video games. Do you like jello? I enjoy the flavor, but the texture makes me squirm. When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Probably while riding in the car with Mom when a dumb motherfucker swerved into our lane. Or something like that, idr the exact occasion. Have you ever held a snake? Yesssss, I want to hold all the snakes. ;_; Most unique place you’ve ever been to? Uh. I guess maybe the Whirligig Park/"Acid Park" nearby us? It's just this large expanse of unique architecture that are mostly, as you guessed it, extravagant whirligigs. You've got to see it if you come to the town. I have some pictures on my deviantART if you wanna see a few pieces. If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be? NO CAPES! Have you ever slept out on your porch all night? Oh fuck no. I'd feel way, way too unsafe. Do you like horror movies? Yeah! What’s your favorite Coke product? Just normal Coke. Watergun or water-balloon war? Watergun. I don't like being hit with stuff. Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? I kind of am. Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? I have three plushies from Jason, Tyler, and Girt. My Marilyn Manson poster is also from Juan. Who’s your favorite Beatle? I don't know; I was never a big fan, so I don't know any of them as people well at all. Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? I've never been drunk, but no, I've never texted an ex because I was drinking. Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? I don't have one. The only instance where I had to do that was with Girt. Tall motherfucker. Have you ever been tackle-hugged? Yes. Those are the best. Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? Girt once tried to make out with me and I noped the fuck outta that situation. It was so fucking awkward. Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before? My nightmares definitely can. Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way? I definitely believe my mental illnesses forced me to mature faster and also instilled a great sense of empathy in me. And don't forget emotional endurance. What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line? It's dangerous and can be very blinding. An outsider could say I put Mark on a pedestal, but I've always been very aware that he's not perfect and really just another human, I just happen to love him a lot for the human he is, haha. As time's passed, my vision of him has become healthier though (not to say it ever reached the "unhealthy" threshold); it's gotten easier for me to judge him and stuff like that. I think an obsession crosses the line when you put on rose-tinted glasses to look upon someone and entirely ignore their flaws, or if you try to invade their personal lives, ex. being one of those creeps that loiter outside their houses and stuff. If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph? Ah, livin' the dream. If I had to choice and would be paid well regardless of focus, I would absolutely travel and photograph the local nature/wildlife. Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others? Shirts, 100%. Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited? When it comes to OCs, yes, given that things have been stolen from me before. Photography doesn't worry me much because I don't think I'm good enough for someone to possibly want to steal it (and besides, I use a watermark), and I do the same for drawings. It's the unique characters I make I worry about being stolen if I share them. When is the last time you did something sexual? A few years back. Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone? I haven't showered with someone since I was a little kid and my younger sister and I would to conserve water. What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road? It really makes me genuinely sad, and I always wonder if it could have been avoided if the driver was more alert, slower, and thinking about more than the damage it could cause to their car... I enjoy photographing roadkill, brutal as it may be, out of respect for them and the desire to make their individual stories known and just kind of like, raise awareness of it. Too many people are just annoyed by hitting an animal versus more concerned. "Stupid deer," stuff like that. I sometimes worry that doing so can be interpreted as disrespect, to photograph and publish pictures of their corpses online, but I sure hope not. It's the least of my intentions. I just want people to see and care. Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over? Biiiitch I was that ex, 120%. But besides my situation with Jason, this was how Tyler was. I had to tell him about five thousand times to stop texting me. Are your fingernails currently short or long? They're always pretty short. Would you rather have big or small dogs? I like medium-sized dogs most. I'd have to pick large dogs between the two, though. What is your favorite sports drink? I'm not a fan of sports drinks. What was the last compliment you gave a guy? Yesterday, a guy in PHP shared two poems he wrote while hospitalized, and they were wonderful, so full of passion and emotion. I sure as hell told him they were amazing. He's going for his Master's for poetry, so he knows what he's doing for real. Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock? It's popped on very, very few occasions. Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”? I don't want kids, so no, I've never thought of this. I certainly wouldn't wait for sex ed in school, though. I feel like it's a bit late. I feel children need to know what it's about at a younger age with how disgusting some people are... I want them to be informed on what consent and molestation are so they know to let Mama know so I can punch someone's face into a whole new galaxy if they're ever violated. Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something? Oh, always. Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up? I did as a kid, sure. Not so much now. If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? If they were truly sick enough to need assistance but not actual hospitalization, yes. I'd want my spouse to do the same for me. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yyyyep. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Did you actually have a cookie jar? We have a Santa one, though I don't even know if we ever used it versus just having it as a decoration. What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails? Bottom lip. Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life? "Ruin" it seems a bit extreme, but I definitely wouldn't like it. Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie. Not really, if we're only talking those two options. Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable? Yeah, you really can find the coolest shit for great prices. What color is your wallet? Mostly red and white; it's a Harley Quinn design. Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No. Nicki Minaj fan? I believe she's a very talented rapper, but I don't enjoy her actual music. I just don't like rap. Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls? No, I wish tho.

[words-writ-in-starlight]

prompt for the hozier fic thing: “Like Real People Do,” maybe something with Caleb or Molly or Both? If you wanna 😬

For this ask meme, which is still open!  I have no idea what this is but I sure did enjoy writing it.

"So," Mollymauk says, leaning against the door to the room Caleb has tentatively claimed as his own.  "So."

"So," Caleb says gamely, and puts down his pen.

Molly's return still seems like a dream, impossible and untouchable, not even a month since the tiefling managed to track them down.  They're lucky they're such a distinctive--and trouble-prone--group, or Molly would never have pulled it off, even with all his blood hunter's skills.  As it was, he claims that it was a simple issue of approaching someone in each city or town he passed and asking about recent trouble, and then working his way down the list of their most distinctive members.  And so, a month ago, they returned from a minor job to find a scruffy, annoyed-looking purple tiefling leaning against their gate.  

Jester screamed, Fjord swore, and Beau punched him.  Molly had taken it with relative good grace, insulted her cheerfully, and immediately went down under their combined weight in the most violent hug Caleb has ever been involved in.

Alive he may be, but Molly's not always quite himself--a delicate way to say that sometimes Molly is not Molly, Molly is Lucien.  Whatever magic brought him back once as a clean slate failed to do the same a second time, and instead he is Molly, but a Molly written over the watermark of who he was before he was Molly.  Lucien never surfaces for long, and in the long run Molly seems to be winning out, smothering the man slowly under the weight of Molly's sheer immediate realness, but each moment of being Lucien clearly shakes Molly to his core. 

So, yes, the fact that Molly is speaking to someone tonight means that Caleb puts down his pen and closes his spellbook without a fight.

"So," Molly says for a third time.  "Beau says that you--might understand a little of my situation.  She said to ask you about Bren Aldrich Ermendrud."

The smooth movements of Caleb stopping up his ink well and closing his book don't stop, but they--stutter.

Right.  Of course.  While the extent of Caleb's past still isn't known to everyone, that he has one--and a dark one--is an open secret.  But an open secret that is almost never discussed with him, nor anyone who doesn't already know, and Molly...

There's just been so much else to tell him, so much to say, that Caleb's secrets have slipped through the cracks.

"I do not think it is the same," Caleb says, watching his hands pack up a sheaf of parchment like an automaton.  "You are not Lucien.  You are yourself, you are Mollymauk Tealeaf, and you prove as much every time you silence him.  He was a bastard, maybe--and you are a dick, maybe--but all you have of his are your skills and your scars."

"So," Mollymauk says for the fourth time, and closes the door behind him, ambling over to sit down on Caleb's bed.  He's replaced the trinkets on his horns that he had to sell for passage, costume jewelry mixed indiscriminately with real gold and even a dainty mithril chain that Jester had joyfully spent all her savings on, three days after his return.  His coat was, apparently, a lost cause, although he's been collecting fabric for another, and so instead he's taken to wearing the most outrageously bright colors he can find, purportedly in protest against the eternally dim sky.  Caleb suspects it's also because Lucien prefers black.  Today, Molly is wearing a vest in a brilliant shade of ripe-wheat-gold that clashes terribly with his scarlet eyes, and he stands out like spilled paint against the still-spartan contents of Caleb's quarters.

Caleb half-turns in his chair, so that he's facing Molly, and silently sends Frumpkin toward the bed.  His familiar rubs adoringly past Caleb's legs on his way, and Molly smiles as the cat jumps up to join him.  Frumpkin is probably adding orange cat hair to Molly's current colorful arrangement, but from the way Molly hefts him up and plops him unceremoniously into his lap for a good cuddle, it's not a concern.

"You didn't die too, right?" Molly asks, and it sounds like half a joke.  Only half, because the other half is nearly desperate.  Desperate for what, Caleb's not sure.  Reading people still isn't his strongest suit.

"No," Caleb says flatly.  "I went mad for eleven years."

Grimly, distantly, he's gratified by the way Molly blinks, obviously taken aback.  "I beg your pardon?"

"Bren--all I changed was my name, verstehen?  Do you understand?" Caleb goes on.  Logically, he knows that he's probably lost Molly already.  Hell, even he doesn't really know where he's going with this, why this is suddenly so important that Molly hear, but his mouth is opening again and he's leaning forward and he doesn't think he could do anything in the world to stop it.

"You are a different person, you are yourself and not Lucien and that is not true for me.  Beauregard should not have sent you to me.  I am--I am more like him, than like you."

Molly is still watching Caleb like Caleb's speaking a foreign tongue, but there's a slow-dawning wave of anger starting to make the confusion ebb out of his face.  Molly's patented self-righteous indignation, boiling to the surface over--something.  Damned if Caleb knows what.  Caleb continues, in a rush now, trying to get out in front of the riptide of Molly's determination.

"I did--terrible things.  I was glad to do them.  It does not matter what else happened or what I did afterward or anything else, all that matters is that I did them and I wanted to, when I did them.  I could have a thousand names and never change that.  You are--it is different."

For once in all his lives, Molly doesn't say anything.  There's a long moment of silence, while Caleb realizes that his heart is racing and his hands are shaking and his chest is aching and breathless.  He drags in several breaths, too quick and too shallow, and clasps his hands tight to stop their trembling.  Time for that later, he tells himself in Molly's voice.

"You are the real one, now," Caleb says when he's sure his voice won't shake.  "Not Lucien.  Eventually he will realize it and--"  Caleb raises a shaking hand to imitate smoke, being blown away on the wind, and then laces his fingers together again.

There's another moment, shorter, and then Molly lets out a breath and says, "How do you know?"

"Because you are too--too stubborn to do anything else," Caleb says, his voice shuddering over a faint, gasping laugh.  "Ha.  Long may you--long may you reign.  Lucien can eat shit."

Molly smiles, still a little distant, still riding the edge of that self-assured conviction and anger, but he smiles, and looks very much himself when he does.  “And how do you know that you are still the same man who did those terrible things?”

Caleb opens his mouth without knowing what he’s about to say--because I am, because I’ve never been anyone else, because someone has to pay for what I did and if I’m someone else then where’s the justice there--and Molly’s on his feet before Caleb can marshal a response.  Molly swoops down on him like the bird he’s named for, a flurry of bright purple and flashing metal, and kisses Caleb firmly on the forehead.

“Thank you, Mister Caleb,” Molly says, closing Caleb’s mouth with two fingers on his jaw.  “And for what it’s worth--more things change a man than a grave.”

[spnfanficpond]

July 2019 Pond LiveChat Recap

We had a great time chatting with @crispychrissy today! Thank you so much, Chrissy, for joining us!

This month, to make up for not having a chat in June, we chatted for two hours about some issues related to posting your works on Tumblr. Chrissy talked to us about making our own gifs, we discussed giving credit to gifmakers, how to make a Keep Reading cut, and much more!! A rundown of the chat, as well as general Pond news, is below the cut!

[Editor’s Note: For ease of understanding, the tags you put at the bottom of a post with a # will be called #hash-tags, while the tags you use to notify another Tumblr user that you’ve posted something will be called @mention-tags.]

Q: What programs do you use to make gifs? Are they free, or do you have to buy them?

Chrissy: Well, there is a free one I used back when I started called GifCam. It's easy to set up (it's just an exe) and there's a little learning curve, but it's easier than what I do now. I currently use a screen capture program that came with my $1500 graphics card along with Sony Vegas. If anyone wants GifCam, I can send it to them.

Q: And are you watching via Netflix or some other way?

C: Yes, I use Netflix. I have the first 6 seasons on DVD along with 12 and 13, so for bloopers and deleted scenes I have to use the DVD's. For current episodes, I have YouTube TV, and use the screen capture option with that. Tumblr has a 3MB limit on file size, so it’s really hard. The amount of frames you can fit in a sub-3MB gif depend on so many factors. Colors in the scene, movement, FPS (frames per second), and length. A low FPS gif looks pretty choppy, while a high FPS gif is smooth as butter.

Q: So that's why some gifs seem to go on forever, and others are quick things.

C: Yes. I can make a really long gif of something that's really really tiny, but if you want it to fit into the pixels of a Tumblr post, it limits how long they can be.

Q: And I guess that's also why some gifs I find from Google and try to put into a post won't animate right. If they're too big, I guess Tumblr stops them?

C: Yes. Tumblr just freezes the image instead of animating it. When you save it, check the file size.

C: So this is an example of the brightness and colors of a gif affecting the size. Since there's so much brightness and color, the more the gif has to render, meaning the bigger the size. This worked out to be only 35 frames, which is like... really small, but the gif itself came out to be 2.83 MB.

Q: Are websites that come up when I Google "gif maker" worth my time and effort?

C: Only if you don't mind a stupid watermark from the company.

Q: About giving credit to gifmakers....any thoughts?

C: Well, all my gifs have "cc" in the bottom right corner, that's how I give myself credit if they're used. Not everyone knows the "cc" gifs are mine, but I do. I offer my gif making services to anyone if they need a specific gif made for a story or otherwise, not limited to SPN. I've made porn gifs, ones from YouTube, and from other shows. If it exists, I can gif it. Tumblr's search feature is... well, it's not perfect, but it'll help give you a quick gif and give credit to the author. When someone uses a gif I've posted, it gives me a notification, which is awesome, but annoying if it gets reposted a crap ton. It also links the person back to the original post and who posted it.

Q: Some folks seem to think that if they grab a gif from Google, just saying they found it on Google is giving credit. I know this isn't the case. (I mistakenly thought that pasting the link to the image would allow folks to click through to where I found it, but discovered last night that's not the case.) If I found a gif on Google that was yours and used it, and provided a link to the page where Google found it, would that be enough, do you think?

C: Sometimes a reverse image search can be helpful, but it mostly doesn't work with gifs. That would be fine for me. Like I said, I have "cc" in the corner so that's me marking the gif as one of mine. I can't control where someone reposts them or uses them. There's a difference between reposting it to a site like Pinterest or using my gif on a LiveJournal post and saving it and reuploading it like it's yours and without giving me credit. One is malicious, the other isn't. I have a problem with the latter.

Q: I started looking at where Google finds gifs last night, and noticed that sites like gfycat have whole pages of gifs, and just citing that page might not be enough. (And trying to find where Google found them many times leads to a Tumblr blog that’s now gone.)

C: Google finds gifs all over the place. Someone can take my gif from Tumblr and reupload it to a bunch of different websites, all which would show up in a Google search. It's hard to find the original poster when it happens. Yeah, people delete their pages, but the gif stays. If you get to that point, just say, “Gif found on Google, unable to find original post"

Q: Speaking of finding gifs, how does the search function work on Tumblr? Is it just whatever the post was tagged with or the first 5 tags like regular searches or something else entirely?

After some discussion, we all decided that the gif search uses whatever #hash-tags are on a post where a gif is used, and then makes that gif searchable by that #hash-tag. So, if you make a post about chronic pain and use a gif of the Winchesters hugging, that gif will then show up in the gif search under #chronic pain. Also, popularity of the gif ensures it shows up at the top of the search. As people stop using a gif, it eventually falls out of the search results.

Q: Going back to file sizes...Do the dimensions of the source video (like watching Netflix/YouTube in full screen vs in a smaller window) impact the size of the gif, specifically with GifCam?

C: Now, that's a HUGE reason why I switched the way I make gifs. Netflix has a set streaming rate, which is only optimized at full screen. So the smaller you make the window to get it to fit into the size of the gif, the more degraded the image is. (Some confusion was expressed, so she continued to explain it further.) Netflix likes to run as big as possible. It wants as many pixels it can get to show you an image. If you minimize the window, it kind of freaks out and has to quickly scramble to make everything smaller so the video keeps playing. It does that by squishing everything down, making the image look weird. It might not be too noticeable when you look at it, but when you make gifs, they're gonna come out lookin all wonky.

Q: So, you have to make the Netflix window smaller in order to capture the images with the gif-making software? The gif-making software can't capture full screen?

C: GifCam will record the gif based on the window size. You gotta squish the window down to make it a reasonable size to fit on Tumblr. Other programs, which you might have to pay for, might be able to capture full screen and do the squishing for you. (Side note: during this discussion, Chrissy gave us some examples, and in showing them to us, revealed that a good gif size for Tumblr is around 410-430 wide, 230-250 high.)

After that, we moved on to other topics that had been brought up in the Pond survey a while back. 

How to make a Keep Reading cut and when you should use it.

Note: Although this worked for one person on the app, it doesn’t seem to work for all, and we’re not sure why. There are too many variables to determine the root cause for why it doesn’t always work. 

Q: "When should I give someone credit for being a beta (for example: I bounced ideas with someone for a minute or two but they didn’t technically beta read it; I can’t decide between X and Y (with no context), pick one)"

A: Always mention anyone who helped you. You don’t have to say they beta-read your story, but at least mention that they helped, even if they didn’t know it! Gratitude is always a good thing!! Writing takes a village, and being thankful for help is courteous, kind, caring, and helps you to make friends that will be the same right back to you.

How do I add my masterlist for my blog description?

Note: Chrissy pointed out that if you change your bio by hitting “edit appearance” instead of “edit theme” the link will break, so be careful where you add this! These things and more can be found in the Pond FAQ list!!

Q: The facts on search issues (re: links, tags, and anything else that keeps a fic from being “searchable”)

A: A lot of testing and research went into trying to figure this out, and we still probably don’t have it all figured out, but we learned some interesting things!

Most importantly, since we have a lot of smut writers, if you use the #hash-tag #NSFW on your post, your post will NOT show up in any searches!!

Adding an external link should not cause your post to be unsearchable, but that’s not guaranteed. According to Tumblr’s own help pages, “some links may cause posts to be hidden from recent search results.” Since spambots use external links in their posts, this will always be something that could possibly interfere with your post being searchable.

According to Tumblr: “Blogs that have been either self-flagged or flagged by us as “explicit” per our old policy (before December 17, 2018), will not show up in search. Users under 18 are still not allowed to click through to see the content of these blogs. If you think your blog has been erroneously marked as explicit, you can file an appeal by following these instructions.”

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There are two ways to search a blog. If you use the search box at the top, then your results will have a URL like this:  https://spnfanficpond.tumblr.com/search/big-fish-chat

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The first search will look through all of the text in a post to find the words you’re searching for. The second search will only look for posts with that specific tag. If a blog doesn’t have a search box in its theme, you can type these searches in manually, and they will still work.

You can also do these searches manually through all of Tumblr. Keep this in mind when you’re doing your general Tumblr search and check the URL of your results, because... “search” & “tagged” look at #hash-tags differently!

(This is so confusing, we know.)

“Search” will look through 20 #hash-tags. “Tagged” will only look through 5 #hash-tags. So, put your most important #hash-tags in your first 5!!

Q: Can you talk about xkit?

A: xkit is awesome and we should all bow down to the xkit guy because he fixes things when Tumblr poops on the carpet. Seriously. It’s only for use on desktop, but it makes Tumblr so much easier to manage.

xkit is an extension for your browser. Look for New xkit, and download that. Once you have xkit loaded, click on the xkit icon near the top right of your screen. When the xkit window pops up, click on Get Extensions. We could suggest a list of the best extensions, but they’re all seriously awesome. Blacklist seems to be the most common, as it filters out posts you don’t want to see based on tags and text. Auto Tagger, Activity+, Outbox, One-Click Postage, and Quick Tags are all ridiculously useful for everyday blogging. The whole thing is super easy to learn and use, and you can’t break anything while you’re learning. Some extensions, like Blacklist, may slow your computer down when you’re surfing your dash because they essentially surf it ahead of you and manipulate it. If you start seeing problems, you can disable any extensions you decide you don’t want to use, anymore.

Seriously, it’s freaking awesome.

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General Pond Updates and Reminders

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[ofstormsandwolves]

The Whirlwind

Giles/Joyce, Faith/Buffy

Modern/ human AU

Some warnings for implied child abuse or neglect, as well as Spike being a bit creepy.

A/N: (Because this post wouldn’t stop bugging me)

Read on AO3 (account needed)

When Buffy and her friends decide to go see a new band at the Bronze, nothing turns out quite like they thought.

The summer sun was as hot as ever as Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg wandered along the sidewalk of Sunnydale’s Main Street. They were heading into their junior year, and while Willow chatted excitedly about all the summer reading she had done in preparation for the new school year, Buffy found her mind- and her eyes- wandering to the posters advertising the last of the summer fun before school started back up. One in particular caused her to ground to a halt, let out a laugh, and whip out her cell phone to snap a picture. Beside her, Willow slowed to a stop too, frowning in confusion until she saw what Buffy had seen.

“Sorry,” Buffy laughed as her fingers typed out a quick message on her phone, “had to send this to Faith. She’s going to love it.”

“Anyone would,” Willow responded dutifully, though she sounded less certain. “It’s very... Interesting.”

“They look like they’ve fallen out of the 90s.” Buffy complained, scrunching her nose up at the poster and pocketing her phone.

“Yeah,” Willow agreed next to her, frowning at the picture, “except the girl looks like she came from the 1890s.”

The two girls were so busy scowling at the watermarked, dog-eared poster taped to the wall outside the Espresso Pump that they didn’t even hear footsteps behind them.

“What we looking at?” Xander asked his two friends with a frown as he came up behind them.

Both girls jumped, and turned to glare at him. He gave an embarrassed smile as he realised he’d scared them, and raised a hand in greeting.

“New band’s playing at the Bronze tonight,” Buffy explained, nodding towards the poster she and Will had been staring at. “We can’t decide whether they’re going for the whole retro vibe ironically, or whether they actually think it looks good.”

Xander frowned, and peered past the girls to the poster on the wall. There was a black and white photo in the middle, showing two guys and a girl. Both guys were in leather jackets, one with dark hair and one with platinum blonde, and both giving their best broody stares at a point somewhere above the camera. Next to the dark-haired man was the girl, with equally dark hair and wearing a long dress. Her gaze seemed to bore right into Xander’s soul. He shuddered.

“I don’t know whether they think it looks good, but I’m certainly not going to tell them otherwise,” he told the girls with a nervous laugh. “Not unless I want to wake up in a shipping container somewhere.”

“They’re pretty creepy-looking,” Willow agreed as she surveyed the poster again.

But Buffy rolled her eyes. “Please,” she told her friends, “they’re just trying to play it cool. I saw so many guys like this when I lived in LA. Besides, they call themselves ‘The Whirlwind’. Not exactly fear-inducing.”

As one, they turned and started to walk away from the poster and down the street.

“So, are we going to be checking out the oh-so-terrifying band at the Bronze?” Xander asked conversationally as they walked down the main street. “Because I for one would love to get out of the house tonight.”

At his words, both Buffy and Willow looked up at their friend in concern.

“Xander?” Willow asked cautiously. “Everything alright at home?”

Xander shrugged, and tried to brush off their concern. “As alright as it usually is.” He kept his eyes fixed on a point up ahead of them, rather than looking to either of his friends. He didn’t notice Buffy and Willow exchange knowing, worried looks.

“You know you can always stay at mine, right?” Buffy asked after a moment. “My parents don’t mind. The spare room’s set up and everything.”

At her words, Xander flashed her a brief smile, but Buffy got the distinct impression it was more to placate her than anything. Xander hated the idea of people knowing just how awful his home life was, and he hated it even more when Buffy’s mom and step-dad knew about it too.

There was a heavy silence before Xander finally spoke. “How many questions are they going to ask?”

Buffy shrugged. “Mom will want to know that you’re ok, and Giles is question-guy as you know, but I can call and explain everything before we even get to mine if you want? Make it clear to them you don’t really feel like talking. They’ll still offer to listen, but I should be able to convince them not to be too bad.”

Willow was nodding along with everything Buffy was saying. “And the Bronze is still doing their ‘summer spectacular’!” Willow reminded them excitedly. “Which means they’re letting anyone over fifteen in. Which means we can totally go to the Bronze and check out that band! Then you won’t even be at Buffy’s house much, other than to sleep.”

Finally, Xander properly looked over at his two friends and gave them a more genuine smile. “Sounds good,” he admitted. “My folks are out right now, so would you mind if we headed to mine so I could pack some stuff?”

Both girls grinned at their friend then.

“Sure,” Buffy smiled. “Lead the way.”

 Once they picked up Xander’s things, the three of them agreed to head over to Buffy’s house until they headed to the Bronze that evening.

“Is Faith meeting us there?” Willow asked Buffy, giving her a knowing grin.

Buffy nodded, and blushed a little. “Yeah. She said she might have to sneak out, though. Gwen’s been on her back about getting prepared for school, even though we’ve got a whole other week before term starts.”

“And here I thought adoption meant you got a loving home,” Xander deadpanned as they made their way down Buffy’s street. At his words, Willow raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little. “What? I just meant Gwen’s pretty hard on Faith sometimes. She comes across pretty scary, and it’s not exactly what you think of when you think ‘adoption’.”

Willow opened her mouth to say something, but Buffy beat her to it.

“He’s right. Maternal instincts and Gwendolyn Post don’t belong in the same sentence. I mean, she’s alright I guess. And if she hadn’t adopted Faith, I never would have met her, but... Well, Gwen sort of makes me uncomfortable sometimes. It’s why Faith and I hang out at mine more than hers. I mean, my mom and Giles can be annoying, but at least they give us space. Gwen’s always hovering, like she thinks we’re up to something suspicious.”

“Of course you are,” Xander teased. “You and Faith are bad girls. Delinquents. With your leather jackets, and skipping class to smooch behind the gym.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and smiled a little at Xander’s words, as Willow giggled.

“Well, where else would they smooch?” Willow joined in. “They can’t smooch behind the library, otherwise Giles would find out.”

“Ok, I admit, Faith and I aren’t exactly model students. But Gwen runs that house like it’s a prison at times, you know? Like Faith’s being punished. She’s just very controlling, and I know Faith hates it.”

By now, they had reached 1630 Revello Drive, and made their way up the path. As they reached the porch, the front door swung open to reveal Giles in the doorway.

“Thought I heard you coming,” he told them with a small smile.

At his words, Buffy froze momentarily. While her dislike of her girlfriend’s adopted mom was well-known, she still didn’t feel all that comfortable with her step-dad hearing her bad-mouthing her. But Giles just smiled wider when he saw Buffy’s reaction.

“I didn’t hear you, Buffy. I was in the dining room doing some work and I saw you coming up the path.”

Buffy’s shoulders sagged in relief, and she stepped into the house, Willow and Xander just behind her. As Xander passed Giles with his rucksack slung over his shoulder, Giles’s smile faltered for a split second before he regained it. He clapped the younger man on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Did you want to run your things upstairs now, Xander? Buffy did call to say you were going to be staying the night.”

For a brief second, Xander froze, before slowly meeting Giles’s gaze. He could see the unspoken offer of listening to his problems in the older man’s eyes, but he could also see that Giles was relaxed and calm. He wasn’t pushing. If there was one thing he had learned about Buffy’s step-dad in the year he had known him, it was that Rupert Giles didn’t force anyone to talk about things they didn’t want to.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll just take it up now.” Xander hurried up the stairs, relieved that Giles hadn’t tried to push him into anything.

“Real subtle, Giles,” Buffy groused as Xander disappeared upstairs.

Giles frowned. “Buffy, I didn’t say anything.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “You might as well have. Geez. I hope Mom’s more subtle than you when she gets in from work.”

Giles raised his eyebrows, but before he could respond, Willow interrupted.

“So, uh, I finished that book you leant me,” she told Giles a little nervously. “It was really good.”

Somewhat startled by the change in topic, but pleased by Willow’s words, Giles turned his attention to the redhead. “Yes, well. I had hoped you’d find it interesting. I know you had enjoyed learning about the witch trials in history last year, and that book goes a little more in-depth than the ones you were using for class.”

“Oh, definitely!” Willow agreed excitedly. “We barely even covered half the stuff in that book while we were in class-”

As Willow continued to talk excitedly with Giles, Buffy rolled her eyes and headed to the kitchen for a drink.

 “Now, are you sure you’ve got enough money?” Joyce asked for the umpteenth time as the three teens piled out of her Jeep a block away from the Bronze.

“Yes, Mom,” Buffy sighed, folding her arms across her chest. It was bad enough that her mom had insisted on running her, Will, and Xander to the club, but now she wouldn’t even just drop them off and leave.

“I’m just checking, sweetheart,” Joyce responded calmly, before turning her attention to Willow and Xander. “What about you two? You mentioned getting food here?”

“I’m fine,” Willow smiled awkwardly. “But thanks, Joyce.”

Xander, however, shifted uncomfortably and remained silent. There was an awkward pause.

“Well,” Joyce said suddenly as she dug through her purse, “I had some money left over from when I bought Buffy’s new school books, so how about you guys take this.” She pressed a $20 bill into Xander’s hands.

The boy blinked, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He did the same again, with the same result. Then, a little shakily: “I... I can’t take this, Joyce. Honestly, I’m fine-”

“The four of you can order one of those appetiser platters they do, once Faith gets here,” Joyce responded calmly. “That should be enough to cover the food and a drink each.” She turned her attention back to her daughter. “Now, you’ll call me when you guys want to come home? Either me or Rupert will come pick you up.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom,” she repeated, even more frustrated than before.

Joyce just gave her an indulgent smile, waved at the kids, and drove off. As the three of them started down the sidewalk to the Bronze, Xander tried to press the money into Buffy’s hand.

“You should take this,” he said, still sounding a little shaky. “It’s your money.”

“Xander-” Buffy began, before seeing the look on her friend’s face. She took the money, and gave him a slightly teasing smile. “Suppose I’d better keep it safe so you can’t lose it.”

Xander gave her a little half-smile, grateful. “Exactly.”

As the neared the Bronze, they could say the queue of teens waiting to get inside.

“Hey, B!”

Right near the front of the queue, and waving frantically, was Faith. With a grin, Buffy led the way over to the queue and slide in next to her girlfriend, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Behind them there were a few wolf-whistles, but mostly it was just people complaining about the three queue-jumpers.

“Uh, Faith,” Willow started cautiously, “not that I don’t appreciate you getting here early and all, but I don’t think people are too happy we queue-jumped.”

But Faith shrugged and slung an arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “Screw them, Red. People save their friends’ places in queues all the time. What are they gonna do, fight me?”

“Maybe,” Willow squeaked, going wide-eyed at the thought of a fight breaking out.

“Yeah, well, I could take them.” Faith sniffed, and glanced over her shoulder at the teens who were still glaring at her.

Xander followed her gaze and swallowed as he saw several of the senior jocks glaring at him. “As much as I’d love to see that, I’d rather we got through the night without any big fights.”

Faith frowned at Xander, noting he seemed a little down, before glancing to Buffy, who shook her head. “Your loss, man. I’m wicked good in a fight.”

 The Bronze was, inevitably, packed. They managed to bag a table tucked away in the corner near the stage, and Willow and Xander headed off to the bar for food and drinks with the money Joyce had given them.

“Xander at yours again tonight?” Faith asked one the boy was out of earshot.

Buffy nodded. “He wouldn’t tell us what happened, but he packed quite a lot of stuff this time,” she admitted quietly. “I was going to speak with Mom and Giles about him staying for a few more nights.”

“Man, that sucks,” Faith frowned, staring across the dance floor to the bar where Willow and Xander were queuing. “Like, I know Gwen gets on my back sometimes, but I never feel like I’m not welcome, you know?” She paused. “Ok, sometimes I feel like I can’t leave, but that’s a whole different issue.”

Buffy smiled, and entwined her girlfriend’s fingers with hers. “You know you could come stay over too. My parents don’t mind.”

Faith shrugged, trying to look like it wasn’t a big deal, but Buffy could see the look in her eyes that said she was considering it.

“So is that lame band you sent me a pic of playing tonight?” Faith asked as she glanced towards the stage.

“Yep,” Buffy grinned. “I don’t know whether I want them to be as terrible as they look or not, you know? Like, on the one hand it would be really funny if they were terrible, but at the same time I don’t want to spend my night listening to awful music.”

It was at that point that Willow and Xander came back with their drinks.

“What are we talking about?” Xander asked as he placed a Diet Coke in front of Buffy and took a seat.

“The band,” Buffy explained before taking a sip of her drink.

“B can’t decide whether she wants them to be good or bad,” Faith grinned. “I’m leaning more towards bad. I could do with a good laugh.”

Willow frowned. “But then we can’t dance! We’d be too busy with the, the laughing, and the choking on the food, and stuff.”

Buffy grinned at that. “I’ll still dance with you, Will. We can leave Faith and Xander to their laughing while we get our dance on.”

Xander raised an eyebrow at Buffy, and affected a mock-offended tone. “Who said I’d be laughing? I never said I’d be laughing.”

“No,” Buffy admitted, “but I know you too well to know you wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face.”

“True,” Xander conceded, raising his drink in a gesture of agreement before taking a sip.

“Yeah,” Faith chimed in, “and B knows I can’t keep anythin’ straight, either.”

At Faith’s words, Xander choked on his sip of Coke, and Willow patted him on the back. It was while that was happening that three people walked onto the stage and Faith let out an amused laugh, grabbing on to Buffy’s arm.

“They seriously dress like that?” Faith grinned, staring as the band began to prepare for their first set. “This is going to be amazing!”

The Whirlwind, it seemed, was every bit as cheesy as their poster had suggested. While the woman took up her position behind the drums, the two men took up their positions behind the microphones, guitars at the ready.

“Is it me,” Xander asked quietly, eyes still on the band, “or are they missing a bass guitarist?”

Sure enough, both men were playing lead guitar, and given the glares they kept giving each other, there was apparently some rivalry there. The woman behind the drum kit either didn’t notice the tension between her band mates, or she didn’t care, as she gazed idly around the club. There was an awkwardly long pause before the band started playing, during which Faith, Buffy, Xander, and Willow all exchanged uncomfortable looks. Then, the drummer seemed to wake up a bit, and she started counting the band in.

To say that they were terrible would be unfair, Buffy decided quickly, but they certainly weren’t good. For a start, the two singers were constantly trying to sing louder than the other in some sort of bizarre in-band sing-off, and the drummer quite literally seemed to march to the beat of her own drum as she changed the tempo several times seemingly on a whim.

“I’d like to say things can’t get weirder,” Willow whispered as the band finished their second song, “but I think it just might.”

The third song started up just as a waitress brought over their appetisers. The few moments of distraction were enough for something truly odd to happen onstage. Faith snorted with laughter, Willow and Xander exchanged amused glances, and Buffy accidentally swallowed an ice chip from her drink as they saw the drummer had dropped her drumsticks and instead pulled a tambourine out from somewhere and start shaking and beating that instead.

“You should have seen their rehearsals,” the waitress told them somewhat mournfully. “I’m not being paid enough to listen to this on repeat. I told my manager I wanted a raise if this band were going to play here on a regular basis, but I don’t think he took me seriously.”

“Oh come on,” Faith grinned at the waitress, “you’ve got to find this at least a bit funny.”

“Why?” the waitress responded with a frown. “Their tempo is all over the place, the two singers are having some sort of testosterone-fuelled music battle onstage, and it’s giving me a migraine.” She pouted. “And if that’s not bad enough, I can’t even avoid them on campus.”

“They’re students?” Willow asked. “Huh. Maybe they’re not bad, maybe they’re drunk.”

But the waitress shook her head. “Believe me; no amount of alcohol can justify their attempt at music.”

Xander had been silent for the whole conversation, and when Buffy looked over at him she saw he was instead staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the waitress, who seemed oblivious to him.

“- I told the manager they weren’t very good. I’d been made to sit through some of their on-campus gigs last year, and they were just as bad then. In fact, I think they’ve gotten worse. Maybe they’re cursed. But all my manager said was ‘oh, Anya, you have such a funny sense of humour’.” She paused, frowned. “I wasn’t laughing. Why would he think I was joking?”

Under the table, Buffy kicked Xander’s shin, and he jolted. Beside her, Buffy could feel Faith shaking with silent laughter, but Buffy ignored her.

“Anyway,” Anya continued with a scowl. “Enjoy your appetisers, and I hope this racket doesn’t make you want to vomit.”

She stalked off back towards the bar. 

It was Buffy’s round, and she headed off to the bar to order everyone some more Cokes- normal for Faith, Xander, and Will, and diet for her. She placed her order and was waiting on the drinks when she became aware of a man leaning against the bar watching her. Hesitantly, she glanced over. It was the blonde man from The Whirlwind, smirking at her as he stared.

“Uh, hi,” Buffy said nervously. “Good set.” She gestured towards the stage, where the band’s gear was waiting between sets.

“Thanks,” the blonde man said, and Buffy was surprised to hear a British accent. “Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?”

He stepped closer, and immediately Buffy felt red flags go up in her head. 

“I- I’m not alone,” Buffy said shakily, glancing across the dance floor to their table. “I’m here with some friends.” 

Faith was too busy laughing at something Xander had said to see the worried expression on her girlfriend’s face, and Buffy found herself silently begging her to notice what was happening at the bar.

“Well,” the man said, and suddenly he was even closer, “not very nice friends, leaving you to get the drinks yourself.” He grinned down at her, and thrust a hand out for Buffy to shake. “William. But my friends call me Spike.”

Buffy shook his hand, but said nothing.Spike frowned. “What? A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a name?”

No, Buffy thought, I just don’t want to tell you.

“Here we are,” came Anya’s overly-cheerful voice as she set the Cokes down on the bar. “How about I help you take these to your table?”

Buffy blinked, and looked to the older girl in surprise. But she saw that Anya wasn’t even looking at her; she was glaring at Spike. 

“Thanks.”

Anya’s gaze flitted from Spike to Buffy then, and her expression softened into a smile. “All part of the service.”

Anya made her way around the bar and picked up two of the drinks while Buffy picked up the other two. But as they headed back across the dance floor, Spike trailed after them. 

As they neared the table, Faith seemed to notice something was wrong, as she got to her feet. Anya set the drinks down on the table, before turning to give Spike another glare. 

“What do you want, William?” she asked in annoyance. “Leave the girl alone.”

That got the attention of Faith, Xander, and Willow.

“What the hell?” Faith asked, still on her feet and looking ready to vault the table if needed. She turned to Buffy. “Did this creep do something to you, B?”

Buffy shook her head, unsure whether to speak, and if so what to say. But it was then that the dark-haired man from the band showed up, looking both irritated and apologetic.

“There you are,” he growled at Spike. “What the hell are you doing?”

Spike shrugged. “Just a bit of harmless flirting. The girl was looking lonely. Thought I’d say hello.” He flashed Buffy another smirk. 

She stepped closer to Faith.The dark-haired man glared at his band mate, and quickly turned to Buffy. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, “it’s just my friend here doesn’t seem to understand personal boundaries.” He growled the last part while looking pointedly at Spike. Taking a breath, he returned his attention to Buffy. “Look, can I buy you and your friends a drink, or something? Some snacks?”

“It’s ok,” Buffy insisted, though there was no fight in her voice. Willow and Xander watched her in concern.

“I’m, uh, Angel, by the way,” the dark-haired man said. “Again, I’m really sorry about Spike.”

Spike glared. “Oi. I don’t need you apologising for me.”

Angel clenched his jaw. “Clearly you do, else I wouldn’t be over here in the first place. Now come on, our set’s about to start.”

Angel stalked off, hands shoved in his jean pockets. Spike stayed where he was, a picture of defiance and attitude, but when Anya levelled him with a glare and Faith slung her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders, he sloped off with a sneer.

“Give me a shout if he bothers you again,” Anya told them, watching Spike leave. “I’ve wanted to go at William since he tried to cheat off me in our Historical Literature final last year.” 

Then she too walked off, and Buffy sank into her seat, reaching for her drink.

“You ok, babe?” Faith asked as she settled into her own seat.

Buffy nodded, but was clearly shaken.

“Hey, how about we blow this joint?” Xander suggested, before taking a large gulp of his drink. “It’s not even nine yet, maybe we could go back to Buffy’s and watch a movie?”

“That sounds good,” Willow admitted. “What do you think, Buff?”

Buffy nodded again, and this time managed to force a smile. “Sounds good,” she admitted softly. “I’ll call Mom.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, but Faith got to her feet, grabbing her drink. 

“It’ll be less noisy if we call from outside,” she told the others. “Besides, not sure I can take much more of bleach-blonde’s creepy stares.” 

She gestured towards the stage with her chin, where Spike was glaring at them as he started to holler the words to the latest song.The group agreed, and gathered their drinks as they prepared to leave. As they did so, Angel caught Faith’s eye, giving her a small nod. She gave a single nod back, silently telling the man that they were ok, before slipping an arm around Buffy’s waist and steering them all towards the exit.

Behind them, The Whirlwind continued to play.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 121: New Semester

Previously on BnHA: After an intense shounen throwdown, Kacchan emerged victorious. Then All Might showed up and revealed he had been spying on them. He explained to Katsuki why he chose Deku to inherit his quirk, and told him what happened at Kamino wasn’t Katsuki’s fault. Then he gave him a mini hug, no big deal, I didn’t cry or anything. Anyway, he told Deku and Katsuki that heroes need to have Katsuki’s strength and Deku’s spirit both. And he told them that if they could recognize each other and raise each other up, they would both become the best heroes. At this point that was more than good enough for me, but then to cap it all off, Kacchan was officially inducted into the Club of People Who Know Deku’s Secret, and the circle of trust was expanded. Ugh, this whole little mini-arc has been incredible. Where do we even go from here.

Today on BnHA: All Might lets Kacchan in on The Whole Deal with All for One and all that stuff. Kacchan and Deku become Official Rivals™. Aizawa grounds them and sends them off to bed. The next morning the rest of class 1-A (i.e. the actual good kids who don’t cause trouble and don’t sneak out to beat the living shit out of each other in the middle of the night) heads off to the opening ceremony for the new term. Kacchan and Deku have an actual conversation with no shouting and no crying and no one is getting punched or dying or whatnot! It’s less than ten sentences long but MY GOD PEOPLE IT’S A START. Class 1-B shows up for two seconds to remind everyone that they still exist. Rat Principal gives a long and boring speech and mentions the word “successors” exactly once. All Might is all, “successors, eh?” and has a flashback to when he was first hired by U.A. prior to meeting Deku, and Rat Principal was all “hey we got someone for you here.” WHO COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS PERSON BE.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 151 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.) 

I wonder if I’m emotionally prepared to continue this shit. well here goes

haHA WE’RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SCENE OMG. IT’S STILL GOING. SURE, WHY NOT. I LOVE IT, LET’S CONTINUE

All Might says he’s sorry Bakugou ended up learning his secret. not in a “why does this asshole know” way, but in a “that’s a huge burden to have been carrying” way

so basically All Might understands how heavy that was for him along with everything else, so he’s apologizing

Kacchan says it’s no big and it’s too risky to tell anyone else anyway. yeah no shit

OH MY GOD

HE’S GETTING THE SAME TREATMENT AS DEKU. THE FULL STORY ABOUT ALL MIGHT AND ALL FOR ONE

which, yeah. seeing as Kacchan actually met All for One face-to-face, he knows about that part of it even more intimately than Deku

and also if he understands the whole thing and knows how long it’s been going on, it might ease some of his lingering guilt just a bit more. because All Might’s right, it really was something that was going to happen eventually no matter what

you guys I’m just really enjoying Kacchan being part of the inner circle so much. this means he gets to be in on all important plot-related things from here on out. because you can’t very well trust him with this and then not keep him in the loop moving forward

(ETA: although I’d like them to do a better job of this! granted I’m still like 60 chapters behind, so they might have caught him up on the specific thing I’m thinking of by this point. but if not, I’m officially launching Keep Kacchan in the Loop 2019 dammit. who do I need to get in touch with. what’s Horikoshi’s email)

anyway, obviously they’re not showing the whole scene because IT WOULD TAKE SO MUCH TIME!! but please show me Kacchan’s reaction now

okay good they’re showing it

lol now that he knows, he’s even more annoyed that Deku went and blabbed to him on their second fucking day of school lmao

(ETA: to be fair, it’s only because he went and challenged Deku and practically blew him up and then had a meltdown after. on their second day. and now we have this shit happening at the start of their second term. they still have two more terms and then two more years of this. will they survive?? will we survive?! stay tuned!!)

and All Might’s telling Kacchan again -- because yeah, he already did, but this is important for him to understand -- that it wasn’t his fault

and obviously words alone can’t make that kind of feeling go away completely. but he understands it in full now and knows the whole story, and to hear All Might tell him so firmly should help a lot

and now there’s a character development moment happening! no big. it’s just Bakugou having possibly the single most important and defining moment in his life which is going to change his entire course from here on out haha. it’s cool. I’m cool

(ETA: even higher. implying that Deku is now the one to beat. the goal post. the watermark. just casually acknowledging it. “chosen one.” no bitterness, no jealousy, and no underestimating him or chalking him down as not worthy either. even as he declares that he’s going to surpass him, he simultaneously recognizes that Deku is still going to be right up there with him at the top. of course. he’s the one All Might chose. how could he not be.

yeah, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna bask in this moment for just a sec. I fucking love rivals, guys. I really, really do.)

how fucking great is this. how fucking perfect is this. they hashed everything out and it didn’t wreck their dynamic or make it stale or boring. on the contrary, it now has more potential than ever before. they’re still rivals. they’ll still push themselves to become better while setting each other as the benchmark. and thus pushing each other to become better as well. but the confusion and hostility and resentment is gone. this is healthy rivalry. they’re not going to all of a sudden become buddy-buddy, but they understand each other now, and there’s a balance there that was missing before

YOU SEE, THEY CAN STILL SQUABBLE AND ANNOY EACH OTHER. but it’s so much purer now

THANK YOU ALL MIGHT. THE REAL MVP

can I just say, in hindsight, Kacchan’s emotions were going to come bursting out of him at some point no matter what. you could see during the fight how hard he was struggling to control them and to clamp back down on them, but he kept losing that battle and breaking down. but All Might is the reason he and Deku were able to resolve things so calmly and healthily in the end. he took full advantage of the fact that they both respect him so much lol. he’s such a good dad and I want him to take both of these kids out for ice cream

-- oh my god

speaking of good dads

well actually this one’s more of a mom

children you’ve interrupted this man’s beauty sleep and I’m afraid you must pay

also

can we just stop and appreciate it for a little bit. why does his hair look better in his off hours than it fucking does at work, honestly. were you just bored and wanting a change of pace. I guess it doesn’t really matter does it

does Aizawa’s ponytail have a fanclub you guys. asking for a friend

All Might’s telling him to hold up a sec and that it was his fault! wow taking one for the team

also can we take another moment and appreciate how fucking cute lil Deku and Kacchan are, being sat down and scolded like the troublemakers they are

now we’re having a quick flashback to All Might meeting Aizawa outside

Aizawa’s telling him about the fight, and All Might is all “I think I know what’s going on, can you leave it to me?”

and yes, just a reminder that even though Aizawa always seems to know everything, and even though he’s a trustworthy guy, he doesn’t actually know about One for All (even though I’d argue that he should, since Deku is his student too)

so now he’s confused and asking what this has to do with All Might, and

I fucking love so much that Kacchan gets to be a part of these moments now omfg

good thing All Might is a smooth fucking operator

fucking look at this master at work, though? he sticks to the truth enough to keep the whole thing plausible, and manages to let Aizawa in on the fact that Bakugou’s mental health has been shaky lately, so now he knows about it too and can be on the alert for it if it becomes an issue again. and he even helps make it so the boys will hopefully be in less trouble

so Aizawa looks a bit more understanding now (but like. still Aizawa though), but he says “nonetheless, rules are rules” and that he’ll dole out an appropriate punishment

fifty points from Gryffindor. but at least he won’t fucking expel them lol

who do you fucking think

Kacchan’s owning up to it because he’s a good, honest boy who owns up to his shit and doesn’t try to weasel out

and Deku is also just such a good fucking kid because he immediately adds that he fought back. yeah, after about a whole chapter’s worth of Kacchan diving at you trying to blow you up, and only after he broke down and started fucking crying and you realized it was a therapy fight

anyways. so they’re grounded

TWELVE YEARS DUNGEON. EVERYONE, DUNGEON. SEVEN YEARS, NO TRIALS

lmao this is why he’s the mom. the strict disciplinarian these kids fucking need

I want to read Bakugou’s written statement of regret so bad

(ETA: I imagine it being a single page with giant font containing only two words: “I REGRET.” he feels it’s sufficient. Aizawa just stares for a moment after Kacchan hands it to him. and then he just shrugs and he’s like, “eh. okay.”)

Aizawa’s also yelling at them to go to the infirmary if they need to. because yeah they beat the living fuck out of each other. Bakugou’s face got folded in on itself, and he slammed Deku into the concrete from like three stories up lmao

buuut, he says to “heal your selfish injuries by yourselves” and not to bother Recovery Girl. yeah as if they want to be chewed out by anyone else tonight

what are you going to do with these kids I swear. omgggg I love this

so now it’s morning and news spreads fast

lollll I love it!! so much!! the best!

GIRL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. IT WAS A WHOLE THING. BUT LONG STORY SHORT, YES

Deku says... it’s hard to put into words. ffff

now Iida’s telling them off. because he also thinks he is their dad. poor BakuDeku dealing with dads scolding them left and right

Shouto’s asking Bakugou what he’s going to do about the provisional license supplementary lessons and Bakugou says it’s none of his business. sorry for caring

but really Shouto don’t worry. he just likes to go about his character development the hard way is all

so now everyone’s leaving

AND WE’RE STICKING WITH THESE GUYS

I have no idea what’s going to happen but I’m loving it so much

BAKUGOU IS INITIATING CONVERSATION!?!?!?!

(ETA: nope, Mangastream got it wrong. it should be Deku asking Kacchan what he thought of his shoot style. I would have just posted FA’s scan here instead, but then my reaction wouldn’t have made sense)

NO I DON’T KNOW, WHAT ABOUT HIS SHOOT STYLE

there’s a really long pause, which it turns out it just Bakugou not knowing how to do this without being awkward about it

nothing to see here, just Bakugou fucking Katsuki giving free advice to his rivalfriend Deku because they have a healthy rival relationship. just a little thing we like to call Character Development. it’s how we do things here in BnHA. we develop our fucking characters

so Deku’s asking him about it, and Kacchan’s like, ‘how can I make sure this is still surly’

heeeeee

:))))

(ETA: and now I am going to post the correct translation though because I love this part.

:))))))))))))

I now have a headcanon of Kacchan following through on his vow to adopt Deku’s “observe everyone else and learn from them in order to get stronger” philosophy by starting his own stalker notebook (in secret. obviously. no one can ever know). because if it works for Deku then he should at least try it, goddammit. only his notebook doesn’t work at all because his observations mostly consist of things like “fuck this asshole” and “her quirk is such bullshit” and “when he punches it pisses me off.” one day the others find it and they’re just like “holy shit Bakugou I can’t believe you have a burn book.”)

I expect we’re going to see a lot of the back of Bakugou’s head during these moments in the future lol. I don’t mind. LET HIM KEEP HIS DIGNITY

so now we’re cutting to U.A.

they’re heading to one of the training grounds and Iida is telling everyone to move swiftly and DON’T BREAK THE LINE!!!

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH

(ETA: he wakes up at night in a cold sweat thinking about this)

ah, interesting. Ochako says Aizawa wasn’t at the entrance ceremony either

(ETA: so far this doesn’t seem to be plot related that I can recall, so I’m going to assume he just wanted to skip out on the boring speeches and have a nap instead)

here comes Monoma. I was wondering when he would hear this news

what are the odds he failed his own damn self

lol Kirishima’s asking the same thing

but Monoma’s laughing

oh snap

oh yeah!? well! our kids had character development! so

lmao Todoroki can’t handle the shame

HE’S LET YOU ALL DOWN

oh my god finally it’s that pony girl from before! I definitely looked at those bonus pages too soon lol

she has a weird accent. it’s cause she’s American, I remember that from her bio

anyway she says that their two classes will have a class together during second semester. like a one-time thing? or like a regular class. because that’ll be nuts

(ETA: I think that maybe this is either happening right now in the manga or just wrapped up, because I feel like there was a lot of class B stuff making the rounds on tumblr over the past couple of months)

Monoma’s whispering something to her

omg

NO DON’T STOP. TEACH HER MORE

oh shit look who it is!!!

Sero says he seems a little “rougher” now. does he? idk

he should have been put in the hero course after the sports festival. and since they’re showing him again and it’s the start of a new semester, can I dare to hope that they’re about to rectify that?

so all the students are lined up for the opening ceremony, and the Rat Principal (whose name I finally memorized in spite of my best efforts. but to me he’ll always still be Rat Principal, so there, Nezu) is waving at everyone

he’s rambling on about how everyone needs proper sleep. wow what a captivating speech

this is followed by a page of All Might and Thirteen, which I’m going to post because it does a great job of showing something I was trying not to get too excited about during the BakuDeku fight

namely, the fact that All Might has finally, FINALLY started wearing clothes that actually fit him omgggg

and the fitted shirt/vest/rolled-up sleeves combo looks damn good on him, I gotta say

anyway, so yet again an authority figure is lecturing everyone about the effects of All Might’s absence and how they’re going to face great difficulties moving forward

honestly, by this point they fucking get it. we all get it. shit’s tough

he’s mentioning hero internships that the second and third-year students are engaged in, and I figured it was just more of the same that the first-years did in the previous semester. but Mina and Tsuyu are whispering to each other, and it seems like they don’t know what this is about, so that’s interesting. maybe they do longer internships in the second and third years since they have their provisional licenses by that point

Rat Principal is still talking. I’ll just post the rest of the speech so I don’t have to paraphrase it

yes, everyone is very invested in making sure the new generation of heroes is prepared for the new post-All Might society. it’s great, but we covered this exact same thing less than ten chapters ago at the end of the provisional exam arc. so this is kind of a retread now

now RP is finally stepping down from the podium and bragging about how he kept thing short and sweet. ahaha. funny. jokes

and All Might is reflecting on RP’s use of the word “successors”

and remembering what Bakugou said to Deku the previous night

and he’s flashing back to, I guess, his job interview with RP when he agreed to come teach at U.A.

flashback!RP is sliding a piece of paper toward All Might

and now All Might’s thinking that U.A. used to contact him every once in a while regarding his search for a successor

oh my god

I’m almost positive that this is the guy with wings that I’ve seen in fanart and shit. oh my god

(ETA: lmao it is not. however, now I’m for reals almost positive that I’ve been spoiled on who the wings guy is, which was bound to happen since it’s been two and a half months since I read this chapter, and I’ve only gotten 30 chapters further in that entire time. and also because once I caught up with the anime I gave in and started reading fanfic. so basically I have only myself to blame)

so Rat Principal thought this guy was worthy of being All Might’s successor, huh. well, he might not be wrong about that. in fact, even though Deku is officially the one who inherited One for All, I’m gradually becoming more and more certain that the next “Symbol of Peace” won’t be a single hero at all, but rather multiple individuals, and possibly a whole new generation. but at the very least, I envision Deku and Kacchan being at the top together, the same way Batman and Superman lead the Justice League and Iron Man and Captain America lead the Avengers. and I can just see the other students from U.A. forming a team just like that, and that team being the new Symbol of Peace that keeps evil at bay and brings hope to the world

so yeah. successors. a whole lot of them. at least I hope so

 haha and that’s the end of the chapter but I guess we have to skip the bonus content since I already posted it! Tsunotori Pony, who has horns similar to Mina and seems to have nothing to actually do with ponies whatsoever, and who is from America. and is adorable

[yuri-n-love]

So, about real hopeless love...

Story time, everyone. Because I’m tormenting myself :’) 

Many moons ago when I was a wee lass in middle school, there was this girl. I can remember clearly the first time we started to talk, too. I always saw her on the bus and wanted to get to know her, for curiosity sake. I wanted friends and I saw her draw on the bus. I wanted to see more of her art too! She was so good! At the time, I had no clue what was in store for me, see... I had no clue I could even hold any special feelings for females. I just assumed I was a heterosexual female because I never felt anything much for females. One fateful day, she sat next to me on the bus. My anxiety was freeeeaaaking out because I really wanted to talk to her!! She was drawing and I finally worked up the courage to compliment her art. I don’t remember what she was drawing, but I still remember a little bit of what she was wearing, haha. I complimented her drawing and said she was really good... and from on then, we became friends!! I was so happy. I had made a friend that lived near me and we had a lot in common. We both liked Creepypasta and anime and spooky stuff... We really just clicked. It was great. We had made a little fort in the woods and I’d always walk to her house to hang out and we hung out a looooooot. One day at my house, we were sitting outside and she confessed to me. She confessed she had a crush on me... And I was so foolish. I regret how I responded to it now. It haunts me. I was dumbfounded and a little confused on how I should react. I loved spending time with her but I was straight! I don’t remember my exact words, but I just told her that I wasn’t interest in females. Time went on and we stayed really good friends... Some time later, we started doing some intimate things... I guess I was curious enough to figure out for myself what I could be interested in. I started feeling different things around her and we kissed, saw each other naked, and stared into each other’s eyes. I never once told her how I could feel about her. I didn’t even think I had any feelings for her at the time probably. Then some more time later and we got in trouble. We had planned to run away and do criminal like things along the way. We were found out. Our parents were furious and it split us apart. I hated it. I was so upset. I wanted to be with her so badly. I would do anything for her. We didn’t talk for a while, obviously. But maybe a couple years later or more, we started talking again in high school. I found her in high school and I couldn’t believe it!! I was so so so excited!! I wanted to talk to her again... I really wanted to hear her voice and laugh again. I knew someone in my art class who was her friend. I gradually started to talk to that person to figure out more about my old friend and figure out how I could meet her again. Then it happened... I met her again. I was so happy... absolutely happy. But things felt so different. I had become jealous. She and the other girl were really good friends, and it drove me craaaaazy! I remember feeling so miserable all by myself just because she was laughing and talking so casually with this other girl. I was frustrated and kept thinking to myself, “Don’t you like me???” Foolish. I was so foolish. We drifted apart again after some time... And I kept thinking about her. She opened my eyes to the fact that I was romantically and sexually drawn to girls as well. She showed me a part of myself that I never knew was there. I never did get into a relationship with another girl, though. I could only ever get guys. Every guy seemed to just be so into me and I wanted to find comfort in my life and yes it’s messed up to use a relationship for that but... I was scarred by a lot of things. Mentally not okay. So I kept getting into relationships with guys and they all ended horribly. But the worst thing on my end... is that I never stopped thinking about her. I realized I was in love with her. /Absolutely in love with her./ I’d tell these guys I loved them but it wasn’t love. I wasn’t in love with them. I just wanted the intimacy to make me feel better about life. But /oh my gosh/ was she on my mind!!! I would search her on Facebook again and again to look through her pictures... I missed her so so much. I felt miserable that I couldn’t talk to her. I wanted to so badly but... how could I? I was ruled by anxiety then. 100%. She had moved far away, I learned... I was so upset. I lost her. I lost her really bad. I cried about it. I really did. If only I had realized my feelings for her earlier. If only when she confessed to me, I had my head out of my ass and told her I liked her too and we could’ve started something. If only... If only... If only I wasn’t so stupid to who I was. Who I /truly/ was. I’ve always lived my life worried about what others think of me and what society thinks. What’s “normal.” Fuck that. I’m over that. I’m true to myself now. I know what I like and who I am. And if people say otherwise or put me down, fuck them. I’ll stand my ground because the only way to find happiness is to be true to yourself.

So I came over my anxiety... I messaged her a few or more days ago. At first I tried her Facebook... but the messages didn’t deliver. I was afraid I had lost her completely... I really felt I screwed up so bad. I really wanted to reach her. I looked at her art that she had on her Facebook and looked at the watermark on them. I was able to find her on DeviantART. I was so excited!! I saw she had previously posted art, she was active on the site! So I shot her a message on DA... at 4 am. I went to sleep grinning like an idiot haha. And that morning I woke up and got on DA, I saw I had a note. My heart stopped. I just... Holy shit. I was so excited. I clicked on it so fast and opened it and sure enough, it was a reply from her. I was so thrilled to see she messaged me back... I was able to get her new Facebook from her and I stated messaging her on that. I feel nervous about it though... So nervous. I type so much to her because I’m genuinely excited! And compared to her messages, I feel like mine are too much. I feel like I’m annoying and a nuisance. To type so much to her... And I tell her how much I /love/ her art and I really do... but what I also really /love/... I want to tell her so bad. But I can’t. That’s selfish. I learned I need to be selfish to be happy and be true to myself, but this time... I’m reverting back to my anxiety and I feel I have no right to love her. I feel I have no right to confess to her now. It’s be like... 4 years or so since we last talked. And I don’t know anything about her new life. What right do I have to suddenly just drop in and let her know I love her? I feel so awful about it. Even now... She literally just now messaged me back and all I want to do is tell her how much I feel. I don’t know what I’m going to do. But I do know I’m happy to talk to her again... Thank all of you who spent time to read this. Maybe I’ll be able to follow it up with something happy some day... maybe not. Only time will tell.

[andveryginger]

Flashback Friday: “Between the Lines” (TNG)

Title: "Between the Lines"

Rating: G

Summary: Old family friend Malcolm Alexander has a graduation gift for Charlotte Matsumura.

Notes: Tropey McTroperson here, but still one of my fave little beats between Mal and Lottie. 

Also possibly the first time I used this as a title. I seem to have this habit of developing characters that can’t just come out and SAY what they mean. ::facepalm::

Charlotte Matsumura stood on the small teak footbridge overlooking a black-bottom koi pond. The sun reflected brightly off the calm surface, rippling occasionally with the gentle swish of a goldfish tail. Behind her, she could hear the soft trickle of water over the hand carved fountain. Elsewhere there was silence – the first she'd had all day.

It wasn't that her mother was annoying...okay, maybe it was. And, Charlotte supposed, she couldn't blame her. It wasn't everyday that your only daughter graduated from Starfleet Academy. But Elisabeth Blair, for all her stern reputation in the classroom, was acting every bit the mother hen. She hadn't stopped clucking all morning. "At this rate," she sighed, dropping her chin into her palm. "I'll be glad to get to graduation."

"You aren't looking forward to it?"

Charlotte straightened. "Mal – I didn't hear you --"

Malcolm Alexander gave a rueful smile, green eyes creasing at the corners. "I'm sorry, Charlotte," he replied. "Apparently old habits die hard."

The sparkle in his eyes started a too-familiar flutter in her stomach. Charlotte had known Malcolm Alexander her entire life. Capped with dark hair, his classic good looks were apparent to her, even early on. At the tender age of six, she had announced to her mother that she intended to marry the attractive, much-older man. Of course, with his easy smile and arresting green eyes, her mother agreed he would be a good match for any girl...any older girl. She made it very clear she expected the schoolgirl crush to fade with time.

But Mal, as he was known to family and friends, became something of a permanent fixture in their lives. A close friend of her father, Ronin Matsumura, Mal trained almost daily in the private family dojo. In some instances, he assisted the elder Matsumura as he instructed Charlotte in the martial arts as well; he was also a frequent guest at the family dinner table. There, he would entertain her, telling stories of his "troubled youth" and how he drove his parents to distraction. Charlotte sensed a kindred spirit beneath the stiff, British exterior. As a result, the schoolgirl crush hadn't faded; it had deepened into affection.

If the old family friend had noted the interest, he showed no signs. But then, he'd never really treated her like a child to begin with, something came to appreciate as a teen. She had made a vow long ago, however, to keep whatever feelings she had for him to herself.

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, Charlotte smirked up at him. "One of these days, I'm going to hear how you learned those old habits."

His smile wavered slightly. "Perhaps one day," he said. "But not, I think, today."

The smile returned full force. From behind his back, he produced a package, a few inches long from being a perfect square. "I know you said you didn't want anything but, well, I've never been very good at following the rules..."

Casting him a glare, Charlotte pulled back the paper to reveal a wooden box, capped with a glass side. Inside, stark against a watermarked version of the British naval ensign, were two black rectangles of fabric, each adorned with a single curl of gold bullion. Her eyes widened. "Mal, is this --"

"Shoulder boards from a twentieth-century ensign in Her Majesty's Navy." He nodded, pausing. "I thought they were appropriate, all things considered. Congratulations, Ensign Matsumura."

"I don't know what to say," Charlotte replied. She shook her head, looking up at him as tears threatened. "They're...incredible. Thank you."

Kindness touched the familiar green eyes and she gave a start as she felt his hand brush against her cheek. Gently, he wiped away the single tear that escaped her lashes. "You're – ah, quite welcome." She noted his voice was quiet, and strangely thick with emotion. "Just promise me one thing?"

Charlotte furrowed her brow. "What?"

"Be careful." His hand dropped to her upper arm, giving it a squeeze. "You'll understand more later, but please, just promise you'll be careful."

"O-of course I will."

The smile on Mal's face was one of relief, though taut; Charlotte could still read the tension in his eyes. "Good." He drew a deep breath before offering her his arm. "Yes, well... Shall we get this show started, Ensign? If we make your mother wait any longer, I'm afraid she'll explode."

Still confused, Charlotte chose to file the events away for consideration. There would be plenty of time later to over analyze the past few moments. She forced a smile, eventually finding it felt genuine. "We can't have that now can we, Commander?"

Hooking her arm through his, she was led back to the house. By the time she returned, she would no longer be a cadet.

***

[girlbetweenryosuke]

“Rogue and Reigning” -- Chapter I

Chapter I: The Rogue Prince

Note: Hello! Ok so u might be thinking oh my god she’s making another story she aint gon finish bUT wait ok i swear im going to finish this. ALSO yes i didn’t put a watermark on the title thing bc it kind of ruins it?? I quite like it like really simple ya kno idk but anyway those aren’t my photos so ofc there’s no need for my watermark hAHAHAH

Teaser: (I don’t really have a good teaser so this is an excerpt from the second chapter)

“I’m someone who wants to step up, and you are someone who wants to step down. But quite surprisingly, we are both outcasts. I want the throne, and yet I am not given it. You want to be a commoner, and yet you are forced to wear a crown. I guess it’s natural that we envy each other... But maybe that’s why somehow, we complete each other. Opposites attract,

and I am well over attracted to you.”

“No.”

The word this young princess feared to hear the most. That’s especially when that was the answer to a request that she had built up an abundance of courage for. She was sitting on a cushioned seat, hands on her lap, ankles crossed and to the side as she sat up straight. She followed all the rules, she had all the manners, she was deemed as a perfect princess—and this was the only time she was willing to go against that title.

“Father, please.”, she begged as the king sat on his seat behind the desk. His arms on each armrest and legs apart as he huffed. “I cannot allow you to be the crowned queen.”, he said as Y/N looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. “But father,”, she looked up, scared to look him in the eyes. “I am the first-born child. I can be a good leader. I have been studying every single detail about our country’s history, politics, and economy since I have been a toddler. I am very much prepared!”, she continued.

The king leaned forward, sitting up from leaning on his chair as he looked her in her eyes. “Y/N, my dear, you have been studying our history, am I correct?”, he asked, and Y/N nodded, “Yes.”. “Then you must know that throughout our family’s 449-year reign, no woman has been appointed as a queen.”, he said the words that annoyed Y/N the most. “Goodness, even your mother wasn’t a queen. Women in this monarchy are only princesses. They cannot hold such power a king can have.”, he said.

Y/N huffed, looking away and shaking her head. “Well then, I suggest that there be a change.”, she looked him back in the eye as she regained confidence. This. This was the thing that drove Y/N to want to rule as queen. She wanted to prove that a woman can be leader-material. What a man can do, a woman can do too. Aside from that, she had planned for ages on what she wanted to change in her country of Seina.

Seina is an archipelago off the east coast of Japan. Since they were so near Japan, it was once part of it during the Heian period to around half of the Edo period. After they were separated from the country back in 1569, they were colonized by Europe and their first language of Japanese was mixed with English, creating their now first language, Seinese; their now second language, Japanese. The monarchy began with their first king, King Morita. He wrote in his will that his crown must be passed to a man, not a woman, and no one really understood why, but that is why kings must always have sons, no matter what. Y/N’s great-grandfather was the last child of 12 siblings, all of them being girls, which explains how grave they take his will.

And Y/N wants to know why.

She loved her country, that’s why she wanted to fix it. Poverty rates were rising, the economy was on the brink of collapsing, riots were forming here and there, and there was no escaping from the reality that her father’s reign was one of the worst. On top of that, the idea of misogynism was evident in the country taking from its beliefs that men and women aren’t equal beings. She went to charity works, she’d immersed with the crowd to study what wasn’t included in history books. She knew what had to be done, and she knew she had to do it now.

“There’s no need for a change when you have a little brother who is an heir to the throne.”, he replied. “Father, he is 6-years-old.”, she said with pity for her sibling who will soon be holding the burden of the crown. “In a year, once you’ve stepped down, Hiro will only be 7. He’s merely a child!”, she ranted. His forehead puckered, seemingly beginning to be annoyed at her words.

“Don’t paint be as a bad man when I am only following traditions.”, he urged. “Next year will be my 50th year of reign, and you know what that means, right?”, he asked as she gulped and nodded. “Every 50 years, we have to appoint the heir of the throne as king. In a year, I will teach him everything that Hiro needs to know.”, he said. “I will begin with manners, but apparently you need a brush up on your manners too.”, he said, setting Y/N aback as she silently scoffed to herself. “Do not be late for your flight to Japan, you must learn more about our history with them before you create these unrealistic ambitions for yourself. You are dismissed.”, he flicked his hand away, gesturing her to leave. She bit the inside of her cheek, standing up and bowing deeply, her right hand hesitantly on her left chest, “Excuse me.”. She left the room with fire in her chest, feeling anger in her veins.

She had more than one reason for wanting to be a queen. She loved her country, she loved to serve, she wanted to break the foolish traditions and on top of that—

“Y/N…”, her brother approached her, tugging on the sleeves of her dress. She turned around to see Hiro, teary-eyed, and pouting. She pouted, squatting down to hug her brother, petting the back of his head. “Did he say yes?”, he faltered. Y/N looked down as tears started to drip down her cheek, “No.”, she hesitantly answered as the little boy’s breath hitched. He then began to wail, face red, strings of saliva appeared when he opened his mouth and his face wet with tears. She rubbed his small back as she comforted him. “I don’t want to be the king. I don’t want to be the king.”, he cried.

On top of that, Y/N loved her little brother.

 In her room, she let her body fall on her bed, feeling tired from putting a brave front to confront her father. “If it meant to rule a country, I wish I was a man.”, she said to herself, arms on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. Then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”, she said as she heard the door open and close. “Princess Y/N, someone wishes to have an audience with you.”, her trusted maid, Kiera, said. “Who is that someone?”, Y/N asked as Kiera cleared her throat. “He wishes for me to not reveal his name.”, she repressed a smile.

Then, Y/N, sprang up, knowing exactly who “he” was. She slipped on a robe and ran out into the corridor, Kiera frantically trying to catch up to her. Y/N quickly ran downstairs and out into the front courtyard to find the most dashing man in her eyes, Riinen. Riinen is her best friend, a son of a cabinet member. His caramel-colored hair was always slicked back, he had gray-blue eyes and thick brows. He always looked neat, not a strand of hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his shirt, neither a spot on his shoes unpolished. She loved him—well to be fair, everyone did. He was a truly perfect man.

But the thing Y/N wishes she could see, was the true him. She’d never seen him cry, despite the many times he had seen her cry. She’d never seen him tired or sweat, he always looked like some Ken doll. She’d never seen him in his casual clothing, he’s always in a white long-sleeved polo, and black slacks and black polished shoes. She wanted to see more of him. She wanted to fall more in love with him, but he was acting like a prince that doesn’t break walls to let people in. She hated that—well to be fair, everyone did.

She jumped to him, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed his cheek as he carried her. “I missed you!”, she pulled away and he laughed, “Not as much as I missed you, Your Highness.”. She let go of him, letting her feet touch the ground again. She gestured for them to walk together to which he nodded. Her maid followed along, out of hearing-range so that they could privately talk. “So how was Canada?”, she asked, “It was extremely cold!”, he complained, a smile on his face as he rubbed his shoulders, pretending to shiver.

“Colder than Mt. Sundire?”, she asked, pertaining to the coldest mountain in Seina. “Colder than Mt. Sundire.”, he nodded, and she shivered. “Was it fun, though?”, she asked, looking up at him. “Oh, for sure it was. Mary and I had a great time sight-seeing and such.”, he smiled. She looked down at the thought that he was having fun with another girl. “Hey, don’t be so sad.”, he lightly turned her shoulders to turn to him. She looked into his dreamy eyes as she gulped. “Mary is just a girl, so don’t be so jealous.”, he smiled.

She blushed remembering that Riinen did in fact know that Y/N loves him. He’s already accepted it, and even teases her for it. Although he has never been clear with his feelings, he does show his affection to her, making Y/N both confused and happy at the same time. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed how cold looking they were, beautiful, but unwelcoming. They say a person’s eyes were the windows to one’s soul, and yet she couldn’t see anything in them. His eyes were empty. “Would you like to go out with me? Have a little drink?”, he asked her, and she pursed her lips and hesitantly shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I have to fly to Japan today, I have an official meeting with the Emperor’s grandchildren.”, she pouted.

That was a lie. No, the official meeting was not the lie, but the true reason behind Y/N visiting Japan is not for her to meet the Emperor’s grandchildren. The real reason as to why she was going there was to research more about why Seina was separated from Japan. She needed an explanation as to why there were so many misogynistic traditions in their culture. And, she desperately needed an answer as to why the first king, King Morita, did not want women to lead the country.

He smiled and tilted his head, then pouting, “I guess I’ll have to drink alone again, Your Highness.”. “Hey, don’t drunk text me again, alright?”, she smiled, lightly pushing his chest as he laughed. “Princess Y/N.”, Kiera bowed with her hand on her chest and called her. Y/N turned to her and nodded, “It is time to leave. Your luggage is all packed and placed in the vehicle and is waiting for your arrival.”, she said as Y/N pursed her lips and nodded. “Alright.”. “I guess I’ll be going now.”, she smiled and patted Riinen’s chest. “See you!”. “See you, Your Highness!”.

After Y/N changed into her proper clothes, she rode a limousine to the airport, and from there, she rode an airplane to Japan. It only took an hour until she was already stepping on the Japanese grounds. She was greeted by various politicians, performers, and had to pass and greet different people before she was able to be in her own private space in a car.

“Are you alright, Princess Y/N?”, Kiera asked, sitting in the front seat next to the driver. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.”, she replied, sighing and looking out the window. She examined the environment, finding everything beautiful and amazing how color coded-like the city was. The streets were clean, and very seldom would you see a piece of trash on the ground. It was very much different from Seina where the streets of the rural areas would have trash and homeless people. She wishes to fix that—very soon.

They arrived at the palace, Y/N noticing 3 women of her age lined up with a little boy in the middle. The driver opened the door for her, and she stepped out as the four of them bowed to her, “Good afternoon, Princess Y/N.”, they said in unison. Y/N smiled and returned the bow, with her hand on her left chest, “Good afternoon, Princess Chihiro, Princess Misaki, Prince Mamoru, and Princess Airi.”. It was a mouthful to say all of their names, just imagine if there were more.

She was then led into the palace with smiles as they toured her around. She noticed how Chihiro held Mamoru’s hand, and how young he truly is. “Prince Mamoru is the heir to the throne, isn’t he?”, Y/N said, and they nodded, Mamoru showing a wide smile on his face. “I hear your baby brother is too?”, Misaki asked, and Y/N hesitantly nodded. “Tentatively.”, she added as they nodded. “Mamoru is still young and has a long way to go. He wouldn’t be the heir if someone shaped himself up.”, Airi added, and the three siblings hushed her as she lightly bowed. “Someone?”, Y/N asked. “No one. I’m sorry, let’s continue the tour.”.

Throughout the whole day, Y/N had meals with the grandchildren, did some entertaining activities, and during dinner, there was a performance by some local artists. She barely had enough time to sneak around, neither did she know where to go in the first place. She was thinking that maybe the library would have some texts, but she didn’t know where it was located.

It’s now nighttime, Y/N was lying down on her bed, wearing her long, white, satin nightgown as she twisted her hair around her finger, staring at the ceiling. She was waiting for everyone to fall quiet and asleep so that maybe she could look for the library then, but throughout Y/N’s stay in the palace, she’s been hearing whispers here and there. No, it wasn’t some ghostly whisper, rather they were gossips from the maids and stewards. She could hear them talk in the hallways from her room.

She sat up from her bed and walked over to the door to press her ear on it to hear what they were talking about. “He hasn’t been home in a week!”. “I hear he’s doing it again.”. “Oh goodness, when will he stop?”. “He’s such a disgrace.”. “He really lives up to his title as the rogue prince, huh.”.

Y/N began to become curious. Curious to know what they were talking about and curious to know who this rogue prince was. Then suddenly, chattering stopped, and frantic footsteps filled the hallways. Y/N slowly opened the door, peeking to see maids running around as if there was an emergency. Then, she let her whole-body slip through as each maid that passed by bowed to her.

Then, she spotted Kiera calmly walking by with a glass of milk for Y/N. “Kiera,”, she summoned a maid as she bowed to her. “Yes, Princess Y/N.”. “What is with all the maids panicking?”, she asked, as the maid looked down, “I’m deeply sorry, Princess Y/N, did they disturb you?”. “No, no. Not at all. I am just a little bit curious.”, she said. “Oh, well, I’m not quite sure as to why there is such a ruckus, but I have heard something about a rogue prince.”, she informed her.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she quickly ran back in to slip on a robe and run back out into the hallways. “Princess Y/N!!”, Kiera placed the glass of milk down on a table and frantically ran after her. “Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?”, it repeated in her mind as she made her way to the indoor balcony, overlooking the entrance of the palace. She leaned on the polished wooden railing and looked down at the doorway. As the maids quickly turned to walk away from the entrance, a man entered, shuffling sluggishly like he had either a few drinks, or he was tired. Or maybe both.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, his hands in his outerwear’s pocket. He was wearing sweatpants, sneakers, and his hair was dark brown and ruffled. Then at that split moment, he looked up, showing his face, as their eyes met. They were these beautiful dark brown orbs; his eyes were gorgeous. They were warm, they were welcoming, they were open—she saw through them. His nose was tall, his lips looked soft and pink, his skin looked flawless aside from the bags under his eyes and some dirt and dust on either of his cheeks. He looked… handsome.

Suddenly, all the different sounds surrounding them fell mute in their ears. They couldn’t hear a single footstep, not a single clock ticking, nor a door creaking; nothing. To them, it felt like all they could hear were each other’s heartbeats. Synchronized, fast, and thumping hard. One couldn’t explain what was happening, but they were certainly amazed. The corner of her lips started to curve into a light smile.

“So this… is the Rogue Prince?”

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Hey! Love your edits. I was wondering if you could take us through how you make your edits? And any tips on how to start with editing?

I COULD try and livestream the whole process because one single edit I post is quite literally, a combination of different edits, some parts are even completely redrawn based of canon material and references.

I think the best thing to do is to just show you in rough lines how I created my last edit:

Also seems like the perfect time to post all my wips and bonuses! which isn’t much but… yeah

1. BACKGROUND

So first I searched for a healing pod for Keith to sit in. 

So I headed to an episode of Voltron which featured a lot of empty healing pods :S1 EP9: Crystal Venom. Eventually I found this screencap:

So I edited Coran (+ the annoying watermark) out and voila:

I’ve made a canvas where I could drop the rest of my photoshop shenanigans in later on!

2. KEITH IN THE POD OUTFIT

Okay, this one is a lot trickier. To recreate Keith wearing the outfit I used the following images:

Keith’s body came from this screencap:

Keith’s head came from this screencap:

I redrew Keith’s entire pod outfit onto Keith’s body more or less? 

I used a couple of screencaps of Lance wearing the outfit for design + color reference, pretty much how actual artists do it when they have to draw things from the show!

This image came in really handy because there I could also color pick the shadows on Lance’s chest & shoulders.

Now, to actually start DRAWING, the following tools will be your life savior:

1.

The brush tool to create lineart, which you’re going to draw right on top of Keith’s body. Since the pod outfit is really basic and the animation of the show is literally just black lines, you can make a really basic outfit from just…well.. lines. 

Also to make sure your lines are anti-aliased, exactly like in the animation, use these settings:

Since your brush is really small (from 3 to 4 px in diameter), your hardness has to be at 0% (that’s what she never said). It’s the softest (and most anti-aliased) you can get.

2.

The color picker to take samples of the colors of the pod outfit (including shadows!). You’re going to use this A LOT to take samples from the outfit on Lance himself.

3.

The polygonal lasso tool to select areas on Keith’s body to so you can fill in entire areas. With this tool you’re going to color your lineart (on top of Keith’s actual BOM suit, lmao)

For the shadows, I’ve used the shadows that were already on Keith’s body.

It should give you this result:

(also yeah I flipped the canvas because my POD is headed in a different direction)

 If you still notice some imperfections, you can always fill them in again with the brush tool, or if you’re unsatisfied with how the shadow looks you can always fix it up with the polygonal lasso tool as well!

For the next step I’ve selected out Keith’s head from the first screencap, pasted it onto Keith’s body, messed around with the colors a bit, to make it match the color scheme (I always use Color Balance & Selective Color for this)

Since Keith was still hunched forwards to much IMO, I’ve used Liquify (Filter > Liquify) to straighten him up and I’ve copy pasted Keith’s left arm onto his next one so that his joint is pointing inwards, so his arm isn’t sticking out as well.

which gave me this result:

As you can see I’ve also kinda remastered his hands, and I’ve also removed the knife from his fingers. And I’ve also made Keith’s hair longer (because I wanted to, for the angst), all redrawn the same way as the pod outfit.

(I’m so sorry this is so hard to explain but my editing process is literally just and endless repeat of drawing, coloring and shifting until everything is exactly how I wanted to be ;; the more time you spend on photoshop the better you get at seeing details that are easy to patch up. It really comes with practice. ORZ)

3. SHIRO

For the upset Shiro, I’ve made a transparent gif. The Shiro I’ve used comes from this scene from S1EP9: Crystal Venom

But since it’s OLD SHIRO, not Kuron, I had to edit his entire outfit + hair so that it looks a bit more like Kuron in s3. And yes, this also means, redrawing every frame, because in this particular scene, Shiro is turning his head. Luckily his outfit isn’t that much different. He just has an… obnoxious white collar. 

For his bare arm and Shiro’s hair I used the same coloring technique for Keith’s pod outfit, although the lineart won’t be really necessary here (since Shiro’s already kinda blurry looking anyway)

This is the raw transparent version

(I know his white tuft is normally cut shorter but… just a dumb detail jhegz, nobody noticed anyway)

I extended the time of the first and last frame to 1 second, the 2 in between are 0,1 seconds.

the frames have also been reversed. Since in the episode, Shiro sighs at Keith & Lance first and then looked over to Pidge and Coran in that moment. 

But in my edit, we want Shiro to look at Keith first, so yeah, I manipulated that a little by reversing it.

3. ASSIMILATION

So now that I’ve both got my Shiro/Kuron and my Keith I’m gonna slap them onto “the scene” aka that screencap I’ve edited.

Here’s a quick GIF of all the actions I’ve underwent to finish the scene up. Since it’s the just the finished psd of my edit I’m just making a recording of me selecting all my layers again :’D I didn’t… actually record myself making it because that’s would have taken me a WHOLE DAY.

Before this I’ve also cut out some parts of keith’s body because he’s IN the healing pod, he’s not chilling out on top of it.

To give Shiro that blue-ish glow I’ve used blending mode -> outer glow with opacity 14%

Also, GOLDEN TIP:

Adding shadow really make a scene 500% more dramatic

To add shadow I’ve made a new layer, and used a black & white gradient with the gradient tool. 

For this edit I’ve added 2 shadow-layers.

I’ve done plently more animations on this edit after I was done with actual editing. But for now I’m gonna skip this part because it’s just all very basic GIF making. Also my ADHD is kicking in ^^’

I hope this explained it a little? I apologize that I didn’t go into detail, but it would’ve taken SO MUCH time otherwise. Again, making such an edit takes me a full day to make because 70% of the time I spend my time drawing or cleaning up details.

If you’re interested in a doing livestream of some kind, LMK! 

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A/N : Just ughhh..!!!!! pert 3 everyone, took so long cuz i’m just that lazy

Dean’s POV

 I took (Y/N) to his motel to get his things, and of course of all places he has to stay in the same damned motel I left that blonde I fucked last night. ‘Shit ! hope she’s already gone…’ I thought to myself while we walked inside the motel. We stopped at the front door of his room, I watched as he unlock it. And boy, I wonder how could seeing someone unlocking a door be so interesting. The way (Y/N)’s hands twisting the key, I wonder how it felt when that hand playing with my dick. Rubbing it, twisting it like he’s twisting those key, stroke me with those soft looking hands. Grip me hard and going fast, then slow, fast again, and bring my dick to his mouth. “Shit!....” I cursed in a breathless whisper.

“Dean, are you okay ?” (Y/N) asked me, made me realised that I was just almost moan his name after the curse.

“Umm.. yeah it’s fine..i’m fine..” I’m stuttering and sure that my face is flushed right now.

“Are you sure ? because you’re kinda looks flushed, are you sick ?” He reached his hand to my forehead, out of instinct I guess. And boy, his hand are softer that I could ever imagine. “You’re kind of hot Dean…”

“Oh you don’t look to bad yourself little boy.” I countered with a smirk, testing my luck.

“Thanks… but that’s not what I mean, your forehead is warm I think you have a fever.” He chuckled a little, the sound warming my heart. He don’t know that it’s him that doing this to me, making me nervous, flustered and hot just being near him.

“Maybe, you could make it better little boy…” And I swear I said that just in my head, but seeing (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide and smile of amusement on his ridiculously beautiful face, I knew I said it out loud.

“Are you hitting on me right now ? or are you just messing with me ?” he smiled again.

“Of course I’m messing with you…” I laugh, hoping that he wouldn’t realised that I indeed tried to hit on him.

“You are one strange men Dean, dorky for sure… I like it, it means you’re not much of a jerk as what people told me.”

“Wait a minute, a jerk? What kind of things that people told you about me ?”

“Well let’s just say they’re not fond of you, so the things they said was pretty awful..” He smiled at me, and opened the door.

 Didn’t took long for him to pack, I only saw him shoving his folded clothes from the drawer into one of his bag. The other bag seemed like it’s never been touched since he arrived here, I was about to ask when he asked me if I’m ready to go back to the Bunker. And my luck decided to leave me when we steped out of the room, she called me with that fake name I gave to her.

“James ! Where were you ? I was looking for you this whole afternoon….and who is this ? why did you steped out of that room together ?” She pointed at (Y/N) who just stood there looking amussed. I reacted fastly, grabbing his shoulder and bring his body flushed to my side.

“See, umm..Brenda, I.. this is my boyfriend..” At my statement (Y/N) whipped his head to look at me. “We were fighting last night.. and I was just so mad and looking for a distraction, and then I met you.. so..”

“First of ll, my name is Britany, and second you..you fucked me with the same dick you used to fuck him ?” She’s fumming right now, and I could tell that (Y/N) is getting annoyed with her creacky screamy voice. When I’m about to reply her, he cut me.

“As a matter of fact honey, yes he did, you’re just a quick fuck for him, and that dick? Indeed the same dick that he used to fuck me. Thanks by the way for giving him a reason to come back to me after your fuck. He said he realised that nothing beats the feel of my asshole around his dick. So move, we have to go home to fuck eachother.” He said those whole thing a lot lower and hushkier, than the way he used to talk, and it sounds hot. I watched in utter amazement that not only he played along, but he also willing to talk about things that he didn’t knew I wanted to do to him. Fuck him good, sounds so hot when it came out of his mouth. He dragged me out from the motel and we hopped in to Baby.

 I didn’t start the engine right away, instead I turned to look athim, with amusement smirk plastered.

“What ?!..” he said chuckling.

“I bet that how your asshole would beat the feel of her pussy is right little boy…” And I swear he just blushed. But only a few seconds and he’s back with his playful expresion.

“Ohh, you have no idea Sir…” He wiggle his eyebrows, which makes me explodes in a laughter. He laugh with me for a moment “Seriously James ? And more you have to act as if you’re gay to get out from one night stand? Further more with me?..”

“Sorry..That’s the first thing that came out on my mind. Besides, I didn’t asked you to play along but you did. In fact you’re the one that doing all the talk for me….”

“Oh..my god..Dean winchester, I can’t belive you… not even a thank you for getting rid of her ?” He figned anoyance but failed miserably.

“Well thank you (Y/N) for getting rid of my ‘quick fuck’..” I said to him with and make airy quote gesture, referring to what he called that girl.

“You’re welcome, but next time don’t use me as an excuse please… and by the way, you knew didn’t you ?…”

“Knew about what ?..” I asked confused.

“C’mon don’t play dumb with me..! How did you know that I’m gay ?” He asked me agai, I’m in such an awe that he could read me like that. I was silent for a moment.

“Well, I kinda get the feeling after you asked if I’m hitting on you or messing with you….Also after those sex comments you said to her ?” I looked up at him hopping he wouldn’t be mad with my answer.

He scofed “Seriously ? after the sex coments ?” He made anoyed face, but somehow I can see the faintest amusement behind it.

And I decided to just give him apologetic shrug, then he chuckeled. He’s like a whole different person I met this morning, and the way his eyes shine when he smiles is priceless. Oh man, I’m in a deep shit did I ? Before I get lost further in my own head, I start the engine and drove to the Bunker.

 Normal POV

 Once they arrived, Sam was already waiting in the livingroom. He then took (Y/N) to the room he prepared earlier. He left (Y/N) to settle in his room downstair to the kitchen where he knows Dean would most likely be.

“Dean ….”

“What ?” he looked up from his plates of burgers they brought on the way home.

“You looked so happy, what’s that all about ?” There’s a teasing tone in that sentence.

“I get to have pies now, so that’s about it…”

“Come on! You know that I wouldn’t buy that right ?” And that’s how Dean told everything to him while they eat their burger. How (Y/N) just made him feeling things he never thought he could after every fucked up shit happened, and further more he feel it towards (Y/N)! a men, one that as much of a men he see as him and Sam, one that he just litteraly met that day. They were still intact with their conversation, and Dean is eating his pie when (Y/N) steped into the kitchen, and both of them jumped from their seats out of surprise.

“Jeezz..(Y/N) don’t sneak up like that! I nearly died because of heart attack years ago, how if that happens now ?” Dean said while still holding his hand to his chest.

“Who’s sneaking? You both are too caught up in your girls talk that is….” There he back with his free mouth again. Sam chuckled and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow “Something funny girafe ?”

“What ? girafe ?” Sam asked, anoyed, but amussed at the same time.

“Cuz you’re tall, get it ?” (Y/N) said as he round the table to grab his burger. “By the way, I need to show you things.”

“Things ? what things ?” Dean asked

 (Y/N) lift his bag and spilled everything on it to the table. He lifted the first thing and then explain what that is. “In this hard drive, there are all informations about The Men of Letters, supernatural creatures and how to defeat them, sigils, and things that I could find in my grandpa’s secret room. I burned them after I digitalized everything, I checked the papers, there are no watermarks, or hiden letters that would apear if you put it next  to a heat, so … yeah… I think that was the right thing to do. I don’t want anyone or anything find these informations after I left.”

Sam picked the hard drive and give (Y/N) questioning look. “You said you digitalized everything you could find, and how many things did you find actually?”

“ninety eight files, each files contained about twenty something pages of text, and some pictures… not to mentions, the table, diagram, mapping, and else…”

“And what about that ?” Dean pointed to several books that sprawled in front of (Y/N)

“I searched for the kind of language used in this books but find nothing, so I figured it’s best to bring it here. Probably there’s something that could help us in this book, but I’m not sure since I can’t read it.”

When Dean is about to take the book, Sam took it first. Dean gave him an annoyed sigh, he take some kind of blade instead. “And what about these ?”

“I honestly don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about it from the files, it’s not an angel blade but somehow it was sealed. “

“Sealed ?” Sam asked.

“Yeah look..” (Y/N) pull the blade from the seath and show them the signs covering the shaft of the blade “It’s some kind of sigils maybe, I’m not sure, but the letters are somewhat similar to one of these books has.”

And again, Dean picked up something “I gotta say, you’re fully loaded little boy” then he aimed the shotgun to (Y/N) with that teasing smirk of his.

“What can I say ?..” (Y/N) shruged innocently “These things that killed my family are still out there. And for some reason they let me live, and to find hunters like you, at least I gotta pretend like one, so the armos also work as my cover.”

“I gotta say (Y/N) I’m impressed, you’re a lot smarter and prepared than this piemania over here..” he jutted his chin towards Dean that earn him a ‘wtf’ look from the older “But these armos, looks kinda not ordinary for me..”

(Y/N) looked at Sam then Dean, “Thanks for the compliment, I’m aware of that..” Dean gave him ‘wtf’ look to “These armos were self made, silvers, melted with holy fire and the pieces were washed with holy water before it put together” This earned him an impressed yet curious look from the brothers. “What ? I’m not a rookie in supernatural business, and I’m not kidding when I said me and grandpa protected the children we raised.”

“Well, it’s getting late. How about you spill everything else you knew in the morning ?” Sam sugested to (Y/N) which he gladly accept, putting the things back to his bag.

“Thank’s Dean, Sam for agreeing to help me, and you also opened your door to me..i’m ..i’m .. thank you..” Then he turned to go back to his room. The brothers wathed him leave, and when (Y/N) is upstair Dean looked at Sam.

“I’m in a deep shit Sam, I keep on staring at his butt these whole time…”

“Well, that’s something new, you usualy just stares at something’s butt that also have boobs….” With that Sam leave Dean to get  a sleep himself.

 Dean sit a little bit longer, thingking over what he should do about (Y/N). Should he make a move? He know (Y/N) is gay anyway, but how if these things he felt towards the boy is just temporary attraction or just admiration, even worse if it’s just a pity that the boy is somewhat had gone through things like him and Sam. Whatever it is he need to find out soon, because they don’t know until when they had peaceful day before another big world threatening situation would come.

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