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wendichester · 6 months ago

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Hello Darling

Should I be working? Yes…

Have I instead read almost your entire posts about Dean? Maybe…

Do I regret the overtime I now need to work? Absolutely not!

You are so gifted! And I was wondering if I could request a little something… if it’s not up your street that’s totally fine as well!

Maybe Dean knows the reader from way back like high school or something an now he meets her again in a bar that she owns… maybe feelings resurface that both had tried to keep buried and it gets steamy in baby?

Luv ya 🍄

☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ coming home,

summary. there's nothing like coming back to a place where you once felt like home.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 1115

notes. hiya hun! thank you so much for sending this through. honestly had me giggling and kicking my feet with the beginning of this ask. love you! 🩷🍄

Dean pushes the bar's door open, being immediately met by the smell of whiskey and old wood, the low hum of classic rock filling the air. His boots scuffing against the floor as he scans the room. It’s nothing fancy—just a neighborhood joint with a dartboard in the corner and a jukebox that’s probably been there since the 80s—but something about it feels warm. Familiar.

And then he sees you.

You’re behind the bar, hair tied back, moving with easy confidence as you pour a drink. Dean stops in his tracks, the years between high school and now melting away in an instant.

It’s been over a decade since he’s seen you. You’d been the smart, sharp-tongued girl who didn’t take crap from anyone, not even him. And if he’s being honest, he’d had it bad for you back then—your quick wit, your easy laugh, the way you saw through all his bravado. But he’d buried those feelings, just like he buried everything else, and life moved on as his dad forced him into another life; a new start because of yet another hunt.

But now, watching you laugh with a customer, that same spark in your eyes, it’s like no time has passed.

He must’ve been staring too long, because suddenly you glance his way—and freeze.

“Dean Winchester,” you say, a grin spreading across your face as you set down the glass you were polishing.

“Y/N,” he says, a little breathless as he steps closer. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

You lean against the bar, arms crossed, and he tries not to notice how the years have only made you more beautiful. “What are you doing here?”

“Passing through,” he says, shrugging like it’s no big deal, though his heart is pounding. “Heard this place was good. Didn’t know it was yours.”

You laugh, the sound wrapping around him like a warm blanket. “Yeah, well, someone had to turn this dump into something decent.”

“Looks like you did a hell of a job,” he says, glancing around before meeting your eyes again. “How long’s it been?”

“Too long,” you say, your voice softening. “You want a drink, or are you just here to reminisce?”

“I'll take both,” he says with a grin, sliding onto a barstool.

The conversation flows easily, memories spilling out between sips of whiskey. You tease him about his old leather jacket that somehow still fits, and he reminds you of the time you beat him at pool and made him buy you ice cream.

But there’s a weight to the air now, a tension that wasn’t there before. Every brush of your hand as you pass him a drink, every glance that lingers a little too long—it all feels electric.

When the night winds down and the bar clears out, you lock the door and turn to find him still sitting there, watching you with that look in his eyes. The one that used to make your knees weak in high school.

“You sticking around town for a while?” you ask, leaning against the bar.

“Maybe,” he says, standing and closing the distance between you. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether or not you’d wanna go for a drive,” he says, his voice low, his lips quirking into a smirk.

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. “Still using Baby to pick up girls, huh?”

“Only the special ones,” he says, and the way he’s looking at you makes it clear you’re at the top of that list.

Before you know it, you’re sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala, the engine rumbling to life as he pulls out of the parking lot. The night air is cool, the windows cracked, and the hum of the road beneath you feels like old times.

When he pulls off onto a quiet stretch of road and kills the engine, you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. “This where you murder me?”

“Funny,” he says, leaning closer, his hand resting on the back of your seat. “Nah, just figured it’s been too long since we really talked.”

“Talked, huh?” you say, your voice teasing.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “Missed you, sweetheart. More than I realized.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and before you can second-guess yourself, you close the distance, your lips crashing into his.

The kiss is fire, heat, and years of pent-up tension unraveling in one heady moment. His hand slides into your hair, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch, while your fingers curl into the leather of his jacket, pulling him closer. The air in the Impala feels stifling, the windows fogging up as his tongue slips past your lips, the taste of whiskey making your head spin.

“Damn,” he breathes when you finally pull back, his forehead resting against yours. His hand slides down to your waist, fingertips tracing the curve of your hip. “Should’ve done that years ago.”

“You’re a little slow on the uptake,” you tease, but your voice is breathless, and your fingers are already trailing down his chest, finding the buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah?” he grins, leaning back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and heated. “Why don’t you catch me up then?”

You shift, climbing over to straddle his lap, the tight space forcing you to press closer, your knees bracketing his hips. His hands settle on your thighs, the heat of his palms searing through your jeans as his gaze sweeps over you.

“You’re trouble,” he mutters, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in his voice, the way his hands tighten their grip.

“Always have been,” you whisper back, capturing his lips again, this time slower, deeper, your hips rocking against his.

The Impala creaks as you move, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle. Dean groans into your mouth, one hand slipping under your shirt to splay against the small of your back, his calloused fingers drawing shivers as they skim your skin.

“You keep this up, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice rough and low, “we’re not making it back to your bar tonight.”

“Who said we need to?” you counter, your lips brushing the shell of his ear before you nip at his jawline, making him curse softly.

His head falls back against the seat, his eyes blazing as he looks at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, his hands sliding up your thighs, pulling you even closer.

And as you lose yourselves in each other, the world outside the Impala fades away, leaving nothing but the two of you and the years of longing finally spilling over.

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druidwolf21 · 5 months ago

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Part of first impression

JUST ADDING

This is not proofread, Tumblr uploaded it before it was finished so I had a mad panic to try to get this out!

Lion El'Johnson x f! Reader

Thank you all so much for your unlimited patience! Finally the next part to first impressions!

Honestly I have so many drafts for this, I want through like 4 primarch's lol

As always, 2 endings one fluffy one angsty and a separate smut waaaaaayy below

ANYWAY ENJOY

CW:smut with a warning, swearing. Q

Just lion El'Johnson being a grump

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Let me know if you wanna be tagged or removed, I'm just going off my old tags lol!

K THANKS ENJOY

Twisting the soft snowy satin of your dress between your fingers, you edged your way through the crowd towards the burnished doors. Slipping through the huddles of gossiping bodies, you managed to reach the exit with suspicious ease. A giddy smile crept along your face as you reached out, The silvered handle feels cool under your touch as you grip and pull.

And then pull again

Crap

The locked rattled in its setting with each tug, refusing to give any leeway.

"bloody typical" you mutter, spinning on your heels and scouring the room again. "When is it ever that easy"

Your eyes fell to a small door. Carved out to blend in with the wall, it would be unnoticeable if it weren't for the trickling flow of serfs filtering through, shoulders bowed under the ladened trays they handled. Taking one last look around the gilded hall, you gathered your dress back up and swept towards it. Avoiding the lengthy shadows cast by towering men of war and following the ebb and flow of dancers, you edged ever closer, blending in seamlessly with the crowd. You became just another face before slipping silently through the cracks and easing yourself away from the gathering.

You puffed out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and let out a snort as you began running down the thin corridor. Laughter bubbled in your chest as you slipped further away until the raucous chatter was but a muted haze. Finally slowing your pace, you stepped into a small kitchen, your laughter calming to a content smile as you breathed in the scent of warm foods and hot wine. A few serfs smiled and greeted you by name, chuckling as you told them of your botched escape through the main doors.

The serfs quarters had always been a second home to you and, despite your station, they'd always welcomed you with open arms. An elderly woman slapped your hand halfheartedly, scolding you as you snatched hot rolls, tender meats and fruits from a platter, rolling them up in a small cloth as you perched yourself on a counter. Content, you watched them work, joking with them as they passed around you. The black iron counter felt hard beneath you, but the crackling of the fire and idle chatter made you feel warm and content as you settled in.

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"MISS MISS"

a voice carved through the bustle of the kitchen as a young girl tumbled out of another side door. You slid from your perch and caught her as she fell, propping her back upright. She looked up at you, eyes wide as she gasped for breath. "Miss it's th'lord, your brother, he's come lookin' for ya miss"

The kitchen halted, an uncomfortable silence stretched thin, before the elderly woman grasped your hand and pulled you towards her.

"everyone! back to work! And not a *WORD* that the young miss was here" she barked, ushering you towards the fireplace. With weathered fingers she slid her hands along a groove in the wall, earning a soft click as a door opened up.

"that'll take you to the gardens miss, hurry up now, or your brother will be dragging you back" she pressed your bundle of food into your hands. "Go"

You gripped the linen parcel and grinned "thanks I owe you guys"

"remember that the next time you're in trouble and stay out of my hair" she grumbled, "thought you would've grown out of this by now" offering you a tired toothless smile, she chuckled to herself before pushing you through and sealing the cold brick behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned and lumbered down yet another corridor.

I swear if I have to go down one more blood tunnel..

You trailed your fingers down the walls, scrunching your nose up at the damp moss that saturated it's surface. The temperature dropping with each step you took and it felt like a decade had passed in the dark echoing chill before fresh, cool air began filtering towards you. Soft silver light hit your skin as you ducked under a crumbling arch and stepped into soft grass, the smell of petrichor and dew hung sweetly in the air.

It was later than you'd thought. The sky was painted dark and splattered with twinkling stars and the faint flash of engine ignition flashed and dissipated into the distance. Dropping your gaze, you trailed your sight over the swathes of blossoming trees that stretched beneath the endless sky. Their boughs swayed gently, shuddering their leaves and tousling petals loose to dance across the breeze and into the night.

Stepping from the tunnel, you wandered towards the dappled shadows of the orchard sprawling before you, moonlight filtering through thick blankets of leaves and blossoms as you slipped amongst the trunks. The air felt calm and quiet around you as you pressed a hand against an aged peach tree, it's twisted bark marking your palms as you leant against it to pull off your heels.

Dropping your shoes into the grass you stretched and turned back towards the glittering lights of the manor. Flickering shadows as people passed the giant glass filtered down towards the grounds, but the music was distant, drowned by the gentle singing of cicadas.

" I am so dead when this is over"

Rolling your arms back, you cracked the joint, attempting to ease some tension from your limbs. 10 minutes of peace had turned into an unplanned daring escape and your brother was NOT going to be happy. But that was a problem for tomorrow, at least for now you had a chance to enjoy some alone ti-

Crack

A sharp noise cracked the silence and you jolt upright as you peered through the dark to find its source. Ears straining for any sound you stepped backwards, twisting your head as you scan around. From the corner of your eye you see it. A shadow. Heart in your throat you grasp your shoe in your fist, the pointed heel raised as you step out from the cover if the tree.

"Whoever you are, I'm warning you, I'm armed"

"Armed? Is that what you call it"

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A yell rips from your throat as you spin, lashing out at the voice. Aim true, your heel swings towards center mass until a hand finds your wrist and twists. With a cry, you drop your improvised weapon. Panic rising in your throat, you pull backwards. The bruising grip on your arm released and you stumble, before quickly finding your feet and hissing through your teeth. Fists raised in defense, you bristled as you faced the intruder.

Eyes widened as you faced a mountain of verdant green. Bone ivory silk lined the edges of rich emerald that rippled like dappled shadows in the forest around you. You cast your gaze higher, regarding the tabard, fabric whispering with each movement, heavy yet fluid as it lay draped over broad shoulders.

A grumble dragged your thoughts back as your eyes met with a silent glare. blonde locks fell about his face and a thick beard framed his strong jaw, but it was his eyes that held your attention. They were almost as vibrant as his garb; Vivid, primal, with an intensity that had every inch of your body pickling with goosebumps.

"watch it, girl" he growled, brows creased as he looked down at you.

Lion El'jonson, the emperor's first, primarch of the dark angels, towering over you with a scowl etched on his face.

You continued to stare, mouth slightly agape as your brain turns over itself.

I just tried to stab a primarch

With my shoe

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your hands flew to your mouth.

"my lord, I am so sorry I didn't realise-"

He cut you off with a large hand,brushing your apology off as he turned away.

"I don't need your apology, just keep your eyes open"

You bristled at his tone.

"excuse me?"

He paused, looking down at you over his shoulder as you clenched your hands into fists.

"I should watch where I'm going? You were out here skulking about, prowling around like something for a horror story, but IM the one who needs to keep my eyes open?"

His pupils narrowed as you pointed a small finger up at him, jabbing the air as you stepped towards him.

"you owe ME an apology for scaring me half to death"

A rumble vibrated through the air, silencing you. Your hand dropped and you huffed, refusing to pail under the growl of the primarch as he slowly turned back.

"well?"

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Lion watched as the woman stared up at him, defiance in her face as she refused to bow under his presence, her small hand jabbing the air, inches from him. Pride and curiosity battled within him as he turned back towards her. Who were you to dare talk back to him? Impudent little thing. Brave little thing.

Curiosity won out and he turned back to face you. A grumbled hammered through his ribs, his third lung pushing air through his chest.

You WILL conceed.

But still you refused to bend.

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"who do you think you are" he snarled, stepping towards you, dwarfing you beneath his shadow. His eyes glowing with moonlight and rage as he glowered at your small form. "First you strike me, then you speak back to me?"

You returned his look with one just as fiery.

"and I'll keep doing it, until you apologize back to me'

The tension stretched to breaking point, neither of you moving as the breeze trickled past you.

Finally you sighed, flicking your hair back behind your shoulder.

"fine, I'll agree to watch where I'm going IF you agree not to freak me out again"

Viridian eyes continued to bore into you, trailing from your face, down your figure before returning upwards, lingering on your lips for a moment.

He snorted and you decided that was probably all the agreement you were going to get.

Bending, you picked up your food parcel from where it had fallen, forgotten in the grass. You lowered yourself down, resting you back against a tree and tapped the soft soil next you.

"join me?"

Lion held fast refusing to move until you huffed again.

"I thought knights of Caliban were supposed to protect the weak?" you tapped the ground again. "Besides, if I didn't see you out here, what hope do I have of spotting anything else?"

Begrudgingly, he finally stepped forward and dropped to your side, grumbling as he stretched a leg out whilst bringing the other to his chest, resting his bulky forearm against his knee.

"you are a menace, woman"

You flashed a fake, shocked look across your face.

"you hardly know me!"

"and even then, I still know you too much"

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Lion blinked as you started to laugh. Not a false laugh like he heard so often from the courts, a genuine laugh, a belly laugh that had you rolling your head back.

By now, he had scared most people off, he knew he was intimidating, knew the effect he had of baselines, but you were just... sat there.

Laughing?

"wow you really know how to make a girl feel special" you gasped. He angled his head slightly, watching as you wiped your eyes and gulped for breath. Throwing a genuine smile at him, he felt a brief palpitation in his chest.

Your chest heaved and tears pricked your eyes, as he trailed his sight down, lingering on the curves of your body beneath the pale dress that clung to you as you stretched your legs out.

"you are very odd" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers

"you have no idea"

"enlighten me then"

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You didn't know if lion was actually listening, or if he really cared, but he didn't move as you opened up your little bundle and began picking at the food, happily chatting away about the the house, the party and the events that led you to meeting him. He grunted every now and then, barely moving as you continued for what felt like hours.

And soon, he began to open up to you. slowly, at first, offering short replies as you questioned him about Caliban, the dark angels and, eventually, himself.

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Lion coughed back a smile as you stared up at him, eyes wide and glittering with starlight as you listened to his stories. not just battles and victories, Stories of sparring matches whilst he was training, eating with friends, travelling and seeing worlds, each tale had your face shining with delight, entranced. He felt...seen, by you, not at a primarch, or as a knight. As a man.

He found himself losing himself in the melody of your voice as you chirped so sweetly, asking for more.

And when you gently placed your hand on his arm, leaning in to hear his coarse voice, he knew he was gone

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"so what about you?"

"hmm?"

"obviously I know why you're here, but why are you HERE" you gestured around you.

He remained silent, eyes locked on you, stock still not even blinking. You cocked a brow at him, popping a cherry in your mouth.

"I did not like the company"

You nodded slowly.

"I get that, sometimes it's a bit much"

The moon had risen high overhead now, silvering the soft blonde of lions hair until it shone almost white. Chewing the cherry slowly, you brought the little package up, offering it up to him. He shuffled slightly, raising his hand before returning it to his knee.

"not hungry?" You queried, popping another cherry between your lips.

"most baseline foods are not prepared with primarchs in mind" he sighed, twitching his hand.

Pursing your lips, you picked up a strawberry, rolling it between your fingers. "I guess that makes sense, you'd probably squash it"

he grunted in response, watching you as you hummed, still twisting the ripe berry between your index and thumb.

"here"

You clambered to your feet, leaning over his arm as you brought the strawberry towards his lips.

"try it, it's good"

He glanced between the fruit and your face, his face unreadable. Blush started crawling up your neck and across your cheeks as you realised how you stood. your chest pressed to his forearm, leaning against him, your face so close you could see the crowsfeet near his eyes and the tired lines by his mouth.

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You were so close

The faint smell of your soft perfume and the cherry syrup linger on your lips filled his nose. Lion could feel the warmth of your body against his skin and hear how your heart thrummed in your chest, pounding like a jackhammer against your ribs as you leant in close.

Closing his eyes, the strawberry was sweet and ripe on his tongue, the juice swimming in his mouth as he swallowed, his tongue reached forward to like the syrup from his lip, instead finding the soft skin of your fingertip. Both of his hearts jolted and adrenaline flooded him.

He heard your breath hitch, felt you tense at the touch, before a soft sigh left you.

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You hummed as you felt Lions lips meet your skin, a gentle kiss pressed to your finger tip. His eyes fluttered open as you slowly drew your hand back. You blinked up at him, a soft smile gracing you.

"see? It's good right?" You whispered.

Without warning, he lowered his face, glittering eyes catching yours just for a single second before his warmth enveloping you as his lips softly brush against your own. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, as if testing the moment, before it deepened, the softness of the touch contrasting with his mass of twisted muscle and calloused skin. You felt yourself melt, giving into his touch as his leg dropped and his hands reached to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The taste of strawberry was sweet on your tongue as you gave in to him.

Sighing as his lips finally left yours, he took your hand and raised it to his mouth. You chest almost flush with his chest as you perched in his lap.

"my lady, it would please me, to take you to Caliban, to see it for yourself"

Go with lion

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words.

"what?"

You felt a soft rumble in his chest as he continued to hold your hand, pressing it to his lips again before replying, The rough hair on his face prickling your skin.

"I have not had company such as yours for a long time, I would loathe to give it up here, allow me to bring you with me"

Your mouth fell open as you continued to blink up at him, your jaw working furiously to try to coax words into being. Finally you swallowed dryly and nodded.

A frown snuck its way across his features at your silence, slowly releasing your hand, he trailed his palm along your waist, resting at your hip.

"your words, woman"

His tone snapped you out of your reverie and you huffed, gently hitting his firm chest.

"you can't just ask me that, then call me woman, I have a name" leaning forward, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the strong thump of his hearts through the soft sea of green silk.

"but yes."

"yes?"

"yes I will go with you, IF you promise to stop calling me woman"

A large hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you back, the other finding your chin and bringing your head up. He searched your face looking for any doubt, his pupils thin as he scoured you, peeling you back later by layer. After a moment, he nodded, relaxing as he pulled you back to his chest.

Looking back at the manor, you see the last of the light flicker and die through the windows as the first peppering of dawn filters through the black expanse of the sky. You felt Fingers tangle in your hair finding your aquilla pin, deftly tugging it out and throwing it to the side.

Lion would find something more appropriate, now that you were his

"I can do that."

Refuse Lion

"you want- to take me to Caliban?"

He nodded, the firm grip on your waist squeezing slightly as he slowly dropped your hand.

"you spent the entire night out here, just to avoid that scene" he tilted his chin towards the now quieted manor, the lights fading to a muted flicker, before expiring, leaving the building cold and quiet in the early morning light.

"you wouldn't need to hide, if you came with me"

Pushing off his chest you clambered off his lap, instantly missing the heat he radiated. You stepped into the chilled grass and wrung your hands before dragging them through your hair, ripping the golden pendant from your locks. You stare at the pin, the creeping red hues of the sky glinting from its wings.

"I can't"

"what?"

You refuse to turn as you hear the primarch rise to his feet, instead glaring down at the elongated shadow he casts over you.

"what do you mean you can't"

Annoyance prickles his voice now as he steps closer to you. Finally turning you smile up at him sadly. Reaching for his hand, you place the eagle in his palm.

"I'm sorry"

You brush past him, breaking into a sprint as you head back towards the tunnel you came from, tears flowing freely down your face. He doesn't call for you, did not chase you and when you finally turned around, he was gone.

"I'm sorry, Lion"

Smut warning below

Alternate ending to going with Lion

"To Caliban?"

He responded with a low hum, allowing his lips to trail up your arm.

"Caliban, Terra, anywhere"

His lips found your throat, peppering your skin with soft kisses, his fingers found the soft plush of your hips, as he nuzzled into you, breathing in your scent.

You tilted your chin, encouraging him on as you threw your arms around his neck.

"say yes" he huffed, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, pulling a soft pink bruise across your skin. "Say you'll come with me"

"y-yes"

"good girl" he captured your lips in another kiss, heated and hungry, the tenderness gone as he devoured the taste of you. His tongue slipped between your lips and you groaned, grinding yourself down into his groin, smirking as his grip on your hips tightened and a growl ruptured from him.

Pulling away, he tore into the knot around your neck, working the bow loose and tugging the fabric over your head, leaving your body exposed to the chill air. Tossing it aside, his mouth found your breast. rolling the nipple on his tongue, he nipped and sucked. His beard coarse against your skin. Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him as your own hands found his hair, rough between your fingers, you tugged and toyed as he left his mark on your flesh.

You jerked as his calloused thumb found your clit and you felt him smirk against your skin. His free hand found your hair and pulled your head back slightly, holding you in place as he stroked circles on your sensitive nub. His tongue traced a line between your breasts and up your throat , pausing at your jaw.

"where has that attitude gone, my lady?"

You try to respond, only a fractured cry leaving you mouth as the knot in your gut tightens and cracks, ripping through in waves of pleasure as you cum. You twitch as his thumb keeps flicking over you, overstimulated, you whine and squirm beneath his touch.

Through blurry eyes, you see his hand move to his trousers, pulling them down enough to free himself. He slowly pulls you forward, his member trailing up and down your slit, teasing, coating him before he slowly slides in.

You cry out at the stretch, inch by inch filling you in a way you couldn't imagine. Lion kissed tears from your eyes as he slowly slid in, words of praise whispered from his lip you never dreamed would come from him, alongside words that made you cunt clench around him.

"good girl"

"you like fucking your lord in the woods?"

"wanted this the whole time? To please your primarch"

"so perfect"

His hips thrust upwards, the tip of his dick pressing into the sweet spot in your center as your mind turned to mush. His hands were on you, grounding your hips as he rutted into you, your own hand bunched into his tabard, clinging to him as you bounced against him.

"l-lion, m'gonna"

He snarled as he fucked into you, his eyes feral and glinting in the light as his bit into your shoulder.

You threw your head back, crying out in pain and pleasure as you came, feeling him twitch inside you as he finished, his teeth marring your tender muscle. His chest heaved beneath you as you collapsed forward, gasping. You could hear the below of his lungs as he sucked in oxygen, coming down from his own high. Thick fingers found your spine, dancing up towards your neck before a soft kiss was placed against your head.

"I'm glad you're coming"

You looked up at him, a cheeky smirk dancing across your mouth and he rolled his eyes, his own smile partially hidden beneath his beard.

"Stop it"

"I didn't say anything, lion!"

"you didn't have to"

You returned your head to his chest, still grinning as you heart finally slowed down.

I could get used to this

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer x reader #warhammer #warhammer 40k #lion el'jonson #lion el'jonson x reader

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pettytiredandjewish · 1 year ago

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Ya know what…

I’m so tired of this crap. I’m tired of being scared and having nightmares. I’m tired of seeing people that I thought were friends post/share antisemitic shit/ propaganda and misinformation that hamas created. I hate having to be cautious about people and their intentions. I don’t like having to make a mental list of people that would help me if something happens- I don’t want to drag them into this shit show…

I hate that most of y’all are just sharing/posting misinformation/propaganda about this war. Y’all stop fucking getting your information from social media/and Hamas run “news sites”. Fun fact Hamas is in control of Gaza and certain news media’s. They can tell the world that Israel is doing so and so and y’all would fucking eat it up (and y’all do that). And don’t get me started on the fucking trauma porn- y’all are so obsessed with seeing those photos and pictures, and here’s the thing- no one knows if they are real/“posed”/ai generated and same with the “stories”… heck y’all even twist up the stories just to make Israel the only bad guy in this war…

Most of y’all don’t even care about Palestine. If y’all did why are you not condemning Hamas and their government? Y’all claim you want this to stop- Israel has offered multiple ceasefire deals but Hamas turns them down because they don’t fucking care. They don’t care that civilians are getting k*lled. Hamas end goal is to exterminate Israelis and Jews. They even admitted it but y’all were just turned a blind eye. Hamas is taking control of the narrative of this war and y’all are fucking falling for it…

I don’t trust anyone who uses Zionist/zionism as a slur, wishes death against Israel and their citizens, calls the IDF the IOF, those who turns a blind eye to the antisemitic shit that y’all are causing/or joining in on, chatting genocidal slogans, the list goes on and on….

You claim that y’all don’t blame Jews- just those “Zionist”. I don’t know how to say it but the majority of Jews are Zionist and a lot of us don’t want this war. (Also most of y’all don’t know what Zionism is and are spreading false information about it). Also stop calling Israelis terrorist. They are not- I’ve said this multiple times, citizens are not their government…

Blaming Jews for this war does make you antisemitic. Harassing Jews/attacking Jews/wishing death upon Jews/ cheering and supporting terrorist organizations that want Jews dead/ all of this plus more doesn’t help Palestine. But it does make you a raging antisemitic asshat. This is why we Jews are fucking scared and terrified. History is starting to repeat itself and y’all are contributing to it. Y’all wanna know why Jews are wanting to leave their home countries- because we don’t feel safe because of this shit that is happening…

I could keep going but I’ll stop. This is just me venting out my frustrations. I’m so frustrated that y’all are doing this. I’m tired and scared. If y’all don’t like this- I don’t give a damn. I said what i said. Just know that if y’all start spitting out antisemitic shit on this post- I will call you out and block you…

Am yisrael chai ✡️

And to those who lost people in this war and to those who were killed just because they were Jewish- May your memory be a blessing.

#jumblr #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #fuck antisemitism #am yisrael chai #fuck hamas #hamas is isis #i/p conflict #i’m so tired of this shit #y’all need to wake up #and stop blaming jews for shit that’s not our fault

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fandom-lover2 · 4 months ago

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Wayward Adjacent

A/N at end

Chapter Nine - So This Is Home

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Chapter Eight - Can We Go Now

I awoke to the smell of bacon and black coffee.

My stomach clenched, then growled.

I hadn’t eaten much since seeing their bodies in the tomb.

I’d tried, but then I remembered the spilled guts and my stomach had rolled, and I ended up throwing up the small bit of tortilla I had started eating.

I hadn’t tried to eat anything since then and it had been about 24 hours.

But the thought of food again made the queasiness returning, stronger than the hunger.

It would be a good excuse to let me hide out in my room. It’d help delay the conversations to come.

My new training schedule. The grueling hours I would be forced into spending hours with old books and with my knuckles bloodied.

At least when we’d been keeping the pretense of a normal life I had school to escape it, and going back home to Kate. Now, living with him, nothing could stop Bobby from drill sergeant-ing my days and nights.

And I was all alone.

I mean, I had the boys, but I’d only known them three days at this point. And with the apparent end of the world at stake, they’d either not give a shit what happened to me or drag me into this whole mess with them.

Maybe I could run away? I still had my mom’s sister I could try get to. Play nice and let them drop their guards, then bolt into the night.

If I was good at anything, it was playing along until I could make a break. I just needed to buy my time, play the field. Be nice, and friendly, and pretend to wanna get in with the cool kid’s club, then I could use the freedom as an advantage.

Dragging myself from bed, I padded down the hall and then tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The clock on the wall showed it was almost 10am and Bobby hardly turned to look at me as he continued to flip some bacon.

“Mornin’. Ya get any sleep?”

“Couple hours.”

He nodded, moving to put some bread into the toaster. “Good. Your brothers will probably be out for a while. Sam is still recoverin’ and Dean was up late filling me in.” He paused, then turned to look at me with a sad frown, his eyes sympathetic and understanding. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

I should have felt more. More grief, more rage, more sadness. But it was as if I’d skipped right through to acceptance. It felt odd, knowing they were gone, but I didn’t feel like I was missing their presence. Maybe it would come eventually, when I least expected it. I’d hear a joke and want to tell Adam, and then remember he was gone. Or maybe it’d be the next time I saw a lily, Kate’s favorite flower, and felt my chest shatter as I remembered her disemboweled corpse.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, moving into the kitchen and taking a glass before filling it from the sink.

I felt dizzy from hunger and dehydration. I probably looked just as messed up, lack of sleep and pajamas meaning I looked a fucking mess in my ruffled clothes and frizzy hair.

Leaning against the sink and just out of his way, I downed the glass and refilled it, taking my time to sip from it the second time around.

The silence that settled after, other than the heavenly sizzling of bacon, was heavy and awkward. Boddy glanced at me, and I sort of returned the look. I knew he was letting me be the one to decide how the conversation started, if it started.

“So, Dean mentioned that John would leave him and Sam with you when he was on cases. You a hunter too, I assume?”

He fit the bill, had the look. Gruff, hardened by all the monsters and crap of this world, and living on less than an hour’s sleep and ungodly amounts of coffee and alcohol alone.

“Yep.” The old man turned to flip the bacon again.

Silence again.

I moved to sit at the small kitchen table, watching him. “Born into it?”

“My wife was possessed by a demon. Had to kill her. Was in the life after that.”

He stated it so plainly, like one would describe the weather last week.

Were all hunters so nonchalant about their killings? After so many horrific sights and numerous monsters slain, did it all just become the norm? Would I become so insensitive to death?

Still, even if it was said nonchalantly, it still held a heavy tale.

“I’m so sor-”

“Oh hush.” he cut me off, turning off the burner and transferring the bacon to a plate, the toaster popping a second later. “No one is in this life because of happy circumstances.”

“I’m gathering that.” I watched as he grabbed two plates and set them down on the table I was sat at before bringing over the toast and bacon and some scrambled eggs he had obviously made before I’d gotten down.

He handed me a fork and gestured for me to begin dishing up for myself.

I smelled the food and my stomach ached but as I went to open my mouth, imagining taking a bite, I saw blood and organs and things that should stay inside the body lying outside the body and I physically recoiled from the food, dry heaving as I stood and rushed to the front door.

Throwing it open, I gulped the fresh, un-bacon scented air, begging my stomach to settle, to stop rolling.

Bobby followed after me, hand rubbing up and down my back as I hunched over. “Easy, Kiddo, easy. Deep breaths.”

I did as he said, breathing steadily and trying to think of anything else to think about. Cake, fries, fields with puppies, purples elephants.

My stomach settled, slightly, and I felt my body relax just a smidge. I straightened up, testing how it felt to stand and when I could, I turned to Bobby who still had his hand on my shoulder.

“You ok?”

“I saw my brother and stepmother disemboweled. How do you think I’m doing?”

To his credit, he didn’t wince. In fact, he gave me a ‘who hasn’t’ brow raise. “Well, you need to get over it and eat.” And then he was heading back inside.

I wanted to say something sarcastic back, or at least something remotely witty, but I was beginning to see I wouldn’t win in a fight of words with him. So I followed him back to the kitchen and sat down.

He tossed a piece of toast onto my plate. “In this life, we see things worse than nightmares, but we have to leave that behind. If we let everythin’ we see affect everyday life, we’ll stop livin’.”

“So a bacon cheeseburger is worth more than properly grieving and therapy?”

“Hell yeah it is.” He added a heaped spoon of eggs onto my plate. “Eat.”

Dean had brought me here for a reason, and not just because this was a convenient place to dump me while I learned from the best of the best. Bobbby was supposed to do something to me, heal me, help me. Yes, he’d beat me down, but he’d also help me through whatever trauma I was still yet to encounter along the way.

Whether that advice was raging alcoholism, I’d have to wait and see.

I cut a piece of the toast and added some egg to my fork. Deep breaths, nice and slow. Think of something else.

The food touched my tongue and my stomach shivered, but the first bite would always be the hardest. Just get it done!

I chewed, barely, and shallowed thickly. And it actually stayed down. So did the next bite, and the next.

Halfway through the meal, he spoke up. “On Monday we’ll head down to the high school and get you enrolled.”

I almost dropped my fork. “School?” It was a stupid thing to say, but in that moment I was in too much shock to think of anything else.

“You think some grief is gonna get you outta school?” Bobby fired back.

I opened my mouth, but no fighting words filled it. Grief was a perfectly acceptable reason to not finish high school. Not like it was teaching me anything about the real world anyway.

And wasn’t the end nigh? Why waste time in school when I could be enjoying life?

“How I’m gonna go to school and learn to be a hunter?”

“Dean said you don’t wanna be a hunter.”

I opened my mouth, but once again no words came. I had said that, but I hadn’t expected it to happen.

Bobby looked up from his plate, lifting a brow.

“I don’t.” I agreed.

The old hunter shrugging, returning to his breakfast. “Then you won’t.”

I didn’t believe him. “That easy?” I scoffed, my jaw tightening.

“That easy.”

How? How could it be so fucking easy for him to say? John had nearly killed me when I’d said I didn’t want to be in this life. Now, Dean and Sam and Bobby where letting me step away just like that?

Rage snapped through me, and it’s a hell of a lot easier to be angry at someone else than hate yourself.

“How could it be that easy? There’s so few of us working this life. Shouldn’t it be all hands on deck to get every able body caught up in this shit show?”

Bobby just glanced at me, taking my little tantrum as though I was a toddler stomping her foot.

“You should be shoving lore books at me, drilling Latin into me, have me repeating loading guns over and over till my fingers bleed.”

“You don’t want that.” was his easy answer.

I watched him, waiting for the crack, the joke, the reveal that he was bullshitting me.

It couldn’t be this easy. All I had gone through, it couldn’t end just like this. It couldn’t be as easy as one word for them to let me step away.

Hell, Sam had said it himself. You can’t have a normal life after you’ve dipped your toes in. I was in and needed a hell of a lot more training to be in this life completely. Why wasn’t I getting that?

Why had John treated me like shit when it was so easy to not?

I sat there so long Bobby finished his breakfast and moved to drop his plate into the sink.

“I’m gonna head out to take a look at Dean’s car. She could use a good and proper once over. Do those dishes when you’re done.”

That knocked me out of my scowling, and I looked at him with a frown. “You don’t have a dishwasher?”

“’Course I do. I’m lookin’ right at her.” And then he turned and headed out the kitchen door.

Asshole.

The normalcy of his response, the perfect timing, it forced a laugh from me, which then turned into chuckling, which then evolved further into full belly laughter.

This wasn’t some lie, some test. It really was ok for me to settle down, to take a deep breath, to relax my shoulders. I was going to be ok here.

“Do we need to call the loony bin?” Dean asked, coming into the kitchen and frowning at me.

“We should all be in the loony bin.” I replied, digging into my breakfast again.

Dean sat opposite me and began to heap his plate. I had thought Bobby was insane to have made so much food, but seeing how much Dean was piling onto his plate, I was beginning to see the old guy knew these boys better than I thought.

We didn’t talk, we didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be said, Bobby had already said it.

And, though he thought he was a tough ass, his eyes showed Dean was grieving in his own way.

I had finished and Dean was beginning on plate number two when Sam made it to the kitchen, looking worse than I did.

I happily stood to give him my seat, adding my plate to the sink.

I looked out the kitchen window, to the overcast day. I actually had no idea where I was, not even which State. I should probably figure that out soon, if I was going to go to school here.

I glanced over my shoulder back to my brothers and found them having an intense silent conversation. “I’m gonna take a walk.”

The relief on both their faces told me all I needed to know. It was gonna be a long walk.

“Be careful.” “Don’t go far.” they both warned at the same time.

I rolled my eyes at them, heading to the front door but then spun just at the doorway. “Oh, uhh, Bobby said you had to do the dishes.”

“Why?” Dean questioned around a mouthful of eggs.

I shrugged. “Dunno. But do you wanna question him?”

I’d left my shoes and the boy’s jackets upstairs, so I slipped on a pair of Bobby’s boots and a jacket from the hooks by the door and headed out into the cool midday air.

It was chilly, very chilly, so we were definitely still up north.

I began to wonder around the property.

I lived on a junk yard.

A real, shells of cars and pieces of metal everywhere, junk yard.

It made a good cover and definitely bought Bobby privacy to do what we did, but I was gonna get tetanus and rabies walking around here.

I should probably get the shots before anything actually happened.

It was cool though, cars stacked on top of one another making the still childish part of me want to climb them and declare herself queen of the world.

I swung around the left side of the yard, following the fence line and rounding back towards to the barn.

When I got there, Bobby was arms deep into Dean’s car, it’s hood up and him looking at something.

“Do me a favor and get in and rev her.” Bobby spoke, not even looking at me. How did he know I was there without looking up at all? I’d come up behind him. Didn’t people loose hearing as they got older?

But I followed his instruction, getting into the driver’s seat and looking down at the pedals. “Which one’s the gas?”

It was silent, and I looked up from my feet and through the windshield to Bobby looking at me around the raised hood with a ‘you fucking kidding me’ stare.

“I don’t know how to drive a car!” I defended, raising my hands to wrap around the steering wheel. “I’m fifteen!”

“This afternoon, driving lesson. Right one.” he dropped his head back into the engine and waited.

I positioned my foot and gently applied some pressure, and then some more when he gestured for me to keep going.

Then he told me to stop and I did, and a he put his hands in to begin adjusting something. Then he had me rev it again.

We did this for a good while, me throwing questions his way and him answering as he worked.

We were in Sioux Falls, South Dakoda. He was an only child, both parents dead. No biological children, though he hinted at viewing Sam and Dean as his sons.

Finally, whatever issue he had found was resolved and he closed the hood, me slipping from the front bench as Dean approached us.

“Go get ready. You’re gonna drive into town so we can get you some clothes.” Bobby addressed me.

Drive? Drive. I was gonna kill someone or crash into something. But the hard glance he aimed me told me he wasn’t taking anything but a ‘yes sir’ as an answer so I nodded.

“Dishes are done.” Dean threw in, acting like he wasn’t at all hinting for praise.

I froze.

“I told you to do the dishes.” Bobby answered so easily. Couldn’t he have my back?

“What?”

“What?” I parroted, turning to Dean.

He was in disbelief, but then a frown appeared as the information sunk in.

I smiled sheepishly, punching his arm lightly. “Thanks Big Bro.”

He didn’t smile back, his glare deepening. Behind me, Sam had heard the conversation and was already laughing so hard he was wobbling as he approached.

And then, Dean’s frown went predatory and I knew I was fucked.

“Crap.”

I spun and bolted, sprinting as my eldest brother gave chase.

“Come here you little shit!” he hollered.

Tags: @stariou@amaris444@iloveeveryoneyoureamazing@youdontknowe

A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who has been reading this story and all the lovely comments. This is the end of the series, but not the end of the story. There are still so many storylines I want to do and those will come in the for of one shots and shorter series but this is it for Wayward Adjacent.

Again, thank you so much for all the support and carry on! I'll see you for the next adventure

#spn #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #winchester sister #john winchester #supernatural adam #adam milligan #kate milligan #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #supernatural oc #bobby singer #bobby singer x daughter reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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I've been seeing some words in the tags and thought, hey, why not. I hope it's any good!

Daryl x male!reader

Being the new guy in the recruitment party was scary.

You ran with Aaron, who had a mace for a hand and was a badass.

And Daryl, who was probably the biggest walking distraction you had ever seen. He was everything you wanted to be, or to have? You weren't sure you just knew the crush you had on him was obvious to Aaron, and Daryl was luckily oblivious to it.

Daryl did always look out for you, though. He cared for his party members and whowed it in many different ways, like heading into a store to find you new, sturdy steel-toed boots after seeing you shove walkers to the ground and stomping their skull with worn out shoes that could easily tear if you did that more often.

"C'mon, give 'em a test run." He'd call out after knocking a walker down on its stomach and holding it down for you to crush its skull with much more ease now.

Next time you guys were going out on a run when the weather got a bit colder Daryl made sure to find you a thick leather jacket. You thanked him only for it looking really good and wondering how he knew you wanted a cool jacket, but when he told you why he gave it to you it was even better. "Walker won't tear this as easy as yer other coat. Will bite through it so don' go bein' reckless now just cus ya look badass." The pat on your shoulder radiated through your entire body as heat rose to your cheeks and Aaron laughed from next to Daryl. "Looks good on you, you two match now."

Aaron found it hilarious how you had confessed to being head over heels with the huntsman but always declined when he told you to go make a move. "He clearly wouldn't mind if you cooked dinner for him or let him teach you stuff about his bike." With a fork pointed at you from across the dinnertable he continued. "Which you still need to ride, by the way." The way he made a fece when he said 'ride' had you almost choke on your dinner. You swallowed the food and coughed. "Oh come on! Just when I take a bite, really?" You both laughed and Aaron decided to drop the teasing, letting you finish your dinner in peace.

The next day he found Daryl working in the garage, deciding to go fish for a bit so he could see where he was on the spectrum of liking you.

It was difficult to fish when he couldn't just outright ask seeing Daryl didn't talk about these things, but he managed to learn he was absolutely fine with having you around and teaching you stuff. He counted that as a win.

A couple of weeks passed and Aaron was getting tired of seeing his friends be a bunch of dumbasses and rung them up for a supply run to a stocked warehouse to take whatever they could fit in the car.

"Where do you expect me to sit, dude?" You stared at the car's trunk, backseat and passenger seat stuffed full of random crap you disn't even know the community needed. Only when Aaron pointed out you could ride back with Daryl the hint dropped. You didn't really need all this junk, he just wanted you two to admit your feelings.

"Hop on, yer with me." Daryl was already seated on his bike and waiting for you to join him, watching you approach slowly and get on the bike with awkward movement.

"Now hold on tight, ya don't wanna fall." He revved the engine but didn't drive off yet, instead looking over his shoulder. "Said hold on tight. Tha' aint' tight, kid."

You pressed further into his back, but still he grabbed your hands and wrapped your arms closer around him. "Tha's tight. Now lets go home of we wanna be done unpackin' all tha' crap 'fore nightfall."

With that, you were off to home.

You never imagined how amazing it felt to ride on a motorcycle, but maybe that was because of how you were squished against Daryl's back.

Which was something Daryl was enjoying an awful lot too, if he had to admit. He really had to invite you on solo hunts more often.

It was in fact far into the evening when you had finally empties out the car and sorted all the items. Tired and sore you bid the men goodnight and headed home, in dire need of sleep.

Daryl had taken you out on a hunting trip not long after. "Pretty boy like ya shouldn't be out there unprepared." He claimed while teaching you how to soften your steps and breath through the process of keeping aim on a target far away. You managed to catch only one small animal but Daryl still called it a successful hunt and took you home to continue the teachings by showing you how to clean and skin in preparation for cooking.

You shared dinner together and hung out on the couch, going over the day, how proud Daryl was of your quick learning and how thankful you were for him teaching you.

Daryl came back from the kitchen with new drinks and sat down closer than before, setting the glasses down on the table and lounging back. He lifted an arm to drape around you and pull you against his side, finally gathering the courage to do what Aaron told him to, in his own Daryl way of words of course.

"I like havin' ya around, kid. Stick around fer a while longer?"

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x male reader #x male reader #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead

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albertasunrise · 1 year ago

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Hope - Hope I See You Again

Masterlist

Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So a longer chapter...Another angst fest but I hope you enjoy. Had most of this written out already hence posting it so quickly after chapter 4, can't wait to heart what y'all think ♥️)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

10 years later...

"Sarah!" Joel calls up the stairs as he munches on his toast "Hunny you're going to be late."

"COMING!" She replied as thumping steps erupted on the landing.

Joel chuckled as he listened to his daughter clamber down the stairs, smiling when she planted a kiss on his cheek and skipped to the plate of toast he left on the side for her.

"You're a good father." She said as she ravaged the breakfast he made her.

"I try to be."

"You make some for Uncle Tommy?" She asked as her ears perked up at the sound of his truck parking on the drive.

"Yeah, yeah..." Joel waved her off "Although he's gonna eat me outa house n' home at this rate."

"Who is?" Tommy asked as he walked into the kitchen, giving his brother a friendly slap on the arm as he passed.

"You asshole." Joel grumbled, eliciting a snigger from Sarah.

"Sarah baby... you're gonna miss the bus if you don't leave." Joel said as he eyed the clock.

"Ah... crap... Okay, gotta go. See ya later Uncle Tommy." She said sweetly as she kissed his cheek before skipping to her father to do the same thing "Still on for tacos tonight?"

"Wouldn't be Tuesday without them." Joel winked before waving at his daughter as she sprinted out the door.

"Ready?" Tommy asked as he unceremoniously shoved the last of his toast into his mouth.

"One of these days, you're gonna choke." He snorted as he pushed himself to his feet "I'm driving today." He said as he snatched up the keys and headed to the garage.

...

Joel was just finishing up laying the table when Sarah came screaming in. He couldn't understand how she had so much energy despite being at school all day and then soccer practice afterwards.

"HEY!" She shouted, practically skipping into the kitchen.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asked as he grabbed and placed the serving spoon into the bowl of chorizo and potatoes that he'd just finished frying off.

"Great, do you mind if a friend joins us?" She asked sheepishly, smiling sweetly at him as he turned to see a tall boy beside her.

He seemed familiar. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes reminded him of someone he used to know.

"Dad this is Noah." She said sweetly "He's new and his mum wasn't able to get him from school so I said he could come here for dinner and then you could drop him home later?"

The boy's name made Joel's stomach twist. There was no way this was the boy that had been practically glued to Sarah's side as a toddler. There are plenty of kids with that name.

"Baby I-"

"I know I should have asked first but Dad... you always make extra so there will be plenty for all of us." She pleaded with her big brown eyes, knowing that it would win him over.

"I don't wanna impose Mr Miller, sir." Noah said, his head dropping "I can probably walk home from here."

"Sit down." Joel grumbled as he motioned to the table with his head, smiling when Sarah kissed his cheek and whispered thanks in his ear.

He watched as Sarah eagerly dug into the food on the table before noting Noah's hesitance.

"Dig in son." Joel encouraged and Noah gave him a nervous nod before doing as he was bid.

Dinner then passed fairly easily. Sarah talked about school and practice as Noah smiled at her enthusiasm.

"So where are you from Noah?" Joel asked as he wiped his hands on his napkin and grabbed his beer to take a swig.

"I was actually born here." Noah confessed and Joel's heart sped up a little "My parents moved when I was little. Dad wasn't well and so we moved closer to my grandma."

"You don't say." Joel replied, his heart in his throat as Noah continued.

"We moved back here 'cus mum got a job in Austin. Thought it would be good to get a new start after dad..." He trailed off, his eyes growing sad.

"Perhaps next taco Tuesday you can bring Ali?" Sarah suggested as she gave Noah's arm a friendly squeeze.

"Ali?" Joel asked and Noah smiled sweetly "Ali's my little sister. Short for Alison." He replied sweetly "Well little ish... She's a few years younger than me."

"Joel thought he was going to be sick. There was no way this wasn't the Noah he knew as a boy."

"Dad..." Sarah called but Joel felt like he was drowning, her calls for him muffled like his head was underwater.

"DAD!" She shouted and he leapt from his skin as he returned his attention to both of them "You okay?"

"What?" Joel asked as his eyes flitted between the two kids "Oh... Yeah, sorry just uh... Just a long day."

Noah's cell phone ringing filled the awkward silence that had blanketed the room and when he pulled it out to see who it was, he excused himself to take it.

"You sure you're okay dad?" Sarah asked as she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, baby." He replied sweetly, trying his hardest to be convincing "I'm fine."

10 years earlier...

"Joel, you need to take it easy man." Tommy pleaded as he pushed his brother back onto the bed "They cut into your fucking skull man."

"What I need... is to get out of here." Joel grumbled as he let out a frustrated huff.

"Sarah and I nearly lost you." Tommy choked, his eyes growing glossy as he remembered the last few weeks "We've watched you crash twice... Been told to prepare for the worst more times than I wanna remember... So please, just rest."

"How are they?" He asked and Tommy sighed "They're doing as well as can be expected." Tommy sighed and Joel nodded "I think the kids have been a great distraction though."

Joel smiled at that.

"When do you ship out?" Joel asked, changing the subject and Tommy signed "Sunday. Now you're not knocking on death's door, they've decided it's time for me to leave."

"I'll be okay." Joel promised but Tommy didn't look convinced "I promise."

...

2 weeks later...

Joel watched as you puttered around the house, looking anything but relaxed as you finished clearing up after lunch. He gingerly pushed himself to his feet, wincing when his stitches pulled.

"Need some help?" He asked as he limped into the kitchen.

"No." You replied plainly and Joel sighed.

"Please, let me help." Joel pleaded and you growled in frustration.

"You can help me by sitting the fuck down so you don't pull a stitch." You growled and Joel shrunk back.

You'd been cold towards him since he got out and Joel couldn't say he blamed you. You were now stuck babysitting him as he recovered from three major surgeries on top of his daughter whom you'd been caring for for almost a month.

"Please... I just... I want to help."

"You've done enough Joel." That statement had him shrinking away from you as he nodded.

"I'm going to check on Sarah." He said quietly as he limped from the kitchen.

"She's sleeping."

Joel didn't reply. Just left you to finish your frantic cleaning as he limped away with his tail between his legs.

Present day...

"Sorry." Noah said as he stepped back into the room "Was my mum."

"Everything okay? Sarah asked and Noah nodded.

"Yeah, just a broken arm."

"What happened?" Joel asked, his confusion obvious from his expression.

"Oh, my sister hurt herself during gym." Noah replied "Why mum couldn't grab me... Was up the hospital with her."

"What about you dad?" Joel asked and Noah grew quiet again.

"Noah's dad died a few months ago." Sarah pipped up and Joel's eyes almost bugged out of his skull.

"Shit... I'm... Shit I'm so sorry son I-"

"It's fine." Noah assured him as he gave Joel a weak smile "Not like you knew."

"Do you need me to drop you home?" Joel asked and Noah nodded.

"If you don't mind."

Joel gave him a friendly smile before grabbing his truck keys off the side.

"Come on."

...

Sarah sat in the back as Noah directed Joel home. He couldn't help but think about the little boy he'd known a decade ago and how he'd grown into this polite young man. Part of him wanted to confess that he and Sarah had been inseparable as kids but until he was sure that he was who he thought he was, Joel needed to keep that information to himself.

"This is me." Piped up Noah as he pointed at a house with a Large Volvo parked in the drive.

It was nice. Exactly the sort of house he'd pictured you living in. Pulling up, the porch light flicked on and the door opened, revealing a face that Joel had thought he'd never see again. Time had been kind to you. Your hard was cut to just below the shoulders and wavy and your features had matured but it was unmistakeably you.

"Thanks, Mr Miller, sir." Noah said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his pack "Thanks for letting me crash Taco Tuesday."

"Call me Joel, please."

Noah gave the older man a shy smile before turning to say goodbye to Sarah. Hopping out the truck, Joel watched as Noah jogged up to you and he smiled as he watched to greet the boy with a hug. He'd known you'd be a natural mum.

You glanced up at him and his heart stopped. Your eyes locked and he wondered if you'd recognise him too but when you squinted before raising your hand in thanks, Joel realised it was too dark in the cab for you to see him.

Sarah clambering from the back to the front pulled Joel's attention away from the spot you'd been standing and he chuckled at the inelegant way the 12-year-old dumped herself in the passenger seat.

"So what do you think of Noah?" She asked as she tried to act casual and Joel snorted.

"He's a good kid." Joel replied as he pulled away from the curb "How did you guys meet anyway?"

"He had to redo a year." Sarah replied "Not his fault. His dad was in and out of hospital so he missed a lot of school. When they moved here the school suggested that it would be good for him to redo 5th grade."

"Do you know what happened to his dad?" Joel asked, trying to sound as inconspicuous as possible.

"Apparently his dad was in an accident when he was little. Complications from that had him in and out of hospital but a year ago he got real sick and his immune system just couldn't cope."

Joel once again felt like he was going to be sick.

He'd had suffered a few long things from the crash. Back pain and headaches being the key ones but nothing following the surgery he'd had. So to learn that Alec had continued to suffer in the 10 years that followed the accident had him wanting to pull over and vomit up the tacos they'd eaten for dinner.

You must hate him.

...

"How was your evening hunny?" You asked as you finished unstacking the dishwasher.

"Was great." He replied with a smile "Made a friend. Sarah Miller." He continued as he placed the plate you handed him in the cupboard "She invited me to join her and her dad Joel for taco Tuesday."

"Joel Miller?" You asked, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes widened.

"Yeah... You know him?" Noah asked as he turned to face you "Mum?..."

"Um... Uh, yeah I..."

Noah's eye caught a glimpse of a photo on the wall that until now he'd never looked at twice. It was of you and his dad with two guys you'd told him were friends from when you'd lived here. He looked more closely and noted how he was gripping the jeans of a man who looked a lot like Joel and then his eyes flitted to the little girl in the man's arms. His eyes widened as he studied her face.

"This is them... isn't it?" Noah asked as he turned to look at you, pointing at the photo he'd been studying just a moment ago.

"I was best friends with Joel's late wife." You answered as you sat down at the kitchen table "You and Sarah were inseparable as kids." You chuckled as you remembered how fond of Sarah Noah had been.

"Why have you never mentioned them before?"

"Because we fell out of touch." You confessed, "After your dad's accident, things got tense between us."

"Tense?" Noah pushed "How?"

"Joel was driving the car that night." You told him "He almost died but when he left the hospital, I blamed him for your dad's condition and so our friendship kinda fell apart."

"But Dad's car was t-bone by a drunk truck driver." Noah pushed and you sighed.

"I know."

"So it wasn't Joel's fault."

"No." You choked as you remembered how bad things had gotten "But I blamed him anyway.

10 years earlier...

Joel's head was pounding.

Headaches had been a constant complication from the surgery on his head. Limping into the kitchen, he found you leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee as you started out the window across from you.

If you heard him enter you didn't show it. It had been a week since you'd snapped at him and Joel had done his best to give you space. Even if that meant suffering his increasingly painful headaches but this one was unbearable.

"Have you seen my pain pills?" He asked as he limped towards you and you shook your head.

"No."

"Any idea where they could be?" He asked as he tried to rummage through the cupboard for them.

"No."

"Please... my head is pounding." He pleaded and that seemed to snap you out of your trance.

"Oh... You have a headache do you?" You growled condescendingly "Poor Joel's head hurts."

"Please." Joel pleaded but you were having none of it.

"Alec is paralysed from the waist down and you want me to keep track of where you put year headache tablets?" You growled and Joel immediately stopped searching.

"I-"

"The man I love... the father of my unborn child is never going to walk again." You snarled as you slammed down your mug, making Joel flinch from the sound "He's never going to walk again... meanwhile, you get to walk away with no long-term consequences. How is that fair?"

"I'm so sorry."

"I don't want your apologies, Joel." You growled, "I just want you out of my life."

Joel didn't care that you could see his tears. He stood there openly sobbing as you scoffed and turned your back from him.

"I think it's time you left." You said as your hand closed around something in front of you, turning to toss his pain pills at him.

Joel didn't reply he just nodded. Limping from the kitchen to pack his things.

He left an hour later.

Present day...

Noah had been off with you since the evening he'd learned his history with Sarah and Joel. You felt guilty about how you'd treated Joel all those years ago but you'd been pregnant and lost. You'd hated the fact that your husband had been crippled for life and needed someone to blame.

You'd blamed Joel.

You were standing in line waiting for your morning coffee when a familiar voice caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder you saw an older Tommy Miller walking towards the bar.

He ordered his coffee, paid then walked towards you. Only to stop in his tracks when he spotted you and his smile disappeared.

"Long time no see." You said when he took a few more tentative steps towards you.

"Yeah. Been a while." He replied plainly and you flinched at his tone.

"How have you been?" You asked and he shrugged.

"Left the army. Working for Joel now." He replied and you nodded.

"How is Joel?" You asked as you accepted your coffee from the barista and thanked them.

"Do you care?" He growled and your brows pulled together.

"Oh course... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"He's fine." Tommy grumbled as he poured a few sugars into his coffee before turning to you "He wasn't the night you kicked him out."

"Tommy I-"

"He collapsed after getting out of the taxi that had taken him and Sarah home." He interrupted, his tone ice cold as he turned to face you and leaned in closer "He'd developed another brain bleed and almost died. Ali's parents had to fly out from Canada to take care of Sarah whilst Joel fought for his life for a second time."

"I didn't know." You choked as your hand flew up to your mouth.

"No..." Tommy trailed off as he scoffed at you "You were just too caught up in your own problems to notice how he'd started to go downhill."

You didn't get a chance to reply.

Tommy was out of the door before you could utter a syllable. He just left you standing there feeling terrible about the fact that you had neglected him. You had blamed him for your misfortune and you had pushed him away when he needed you.

You had to fix this.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 2 years ago

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You want wolf/puppy Bakugou asks? You gottem! (Hopefully I do this right lol)

Wolf/puppy hybrid Bakugou who is aggressive towards anything and everyone. Will growl and show his teeth if someone even looks at him funny, even though they were just glancing around and just looked at him for a second. Will scare off or threaten other hybrids that try to be friendly, exempt maybe for his "friends".

Except for reader. That aggressive boy will act up and start fights while out and about but when he's home? He'll just wanna throw and rip his toys, and want cuddles.

You better have a hand on him at all times, whether petting or not, cause if you ain't he's stopping ya in whatever you're doing, good time or not, for some affection and attention.

Pls give it to him, he just wants to feel like someone cares about him after all he's been through (If ya don't then I will, just saying)

WAAAAA I LOVE THIS 😭💕💕🫶

He’s such a bratty, whiny little shit 💀💀.

All big teeth and growls, ears pinned and hackles raised until you squeak his favourite chicken and all of a sudden he’s like ‼️‼️ Chicken ‼️‼️ Where ‼️‼️

He’s such a grumpy bastard too. He’ll eye you sitting comfortably on the couch, casually reading or watching TV before he’s borderline running and TACKLING you for cuddles. He will pin you down, huffing into your neck. Katsuki will stare at you with carmine eyes before breathing on you, meat in his breath from the steak sandwich you made him.

You gag and choke, trying to push your fatass puppyboy off you as he cackles and puts his deadweight on you. He just sits there, staring at you as you try to get comfy. Will deadass pick up your hand and plonk it on his head and shake it grumpily.

“Ohhhh, you wanted pets brat? Hmmm, maybe you don’t deserve them,” you grin slyly. Katsuki growled.

“Bi..bitch,” he let out in broken puppy speech, threatening to graze your ticklish tummy with his claws. You have to bite back a chortle at his grumpy face, playing with his ears as he blinks slowly at you. You adore watching his face melt in pleasure, his thick and fluffy tail hitting the couch.

“Katsukiii, here boy!!” You call your puppyboy as you came home. Katsuki looked up, pretending to be nonchalant as his tail beat back and forth. He greeted you with a chuff, eyes locking on to the bag in your hand.

His teeth curled up, recognising the logo from the pet store you rescued him from. A low growl left him, his hackles raising.

“Hey, none of that. I got you a surprise!” You tell him happily, sitting on the couch.

Katsuki slunk closer to you, eyes not moving from the bag. You tut and roll your eyes. You did have to use the “I got you a surprise” gimmicks few times to give him his flea and worming tablets, so you could understand his feelings. You pat the couch next to you as he sits with hesitation.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” You coo, sighing when Katsuki growls.

“Look, I know the past few times have been crap because you refuse to take your pills, but this time is genuinely a nice surprise that I think you’ll like,” you promise him. Katsuki glares at you as his ruby eyes flutter close.

His pointy ears hears you dig in the bag, before grabbing his hands gently and placing the object in it. He opens his eyes, before they widened completely.

“Tada! I’ve seen how grumpy you’ve been since you broke your last rope, so I got you a new one!” You exclaim happily, taking in his slightly pleased look. You go to take the toy from him, delighted when you hear the playful growl.

“Let me at least take the tags off, sweetie, and then we can play,” you said, going to the kitchen. Although your pup struggled with his speech, his bouncy and increasingly riled up body language expressed his immense gratitude. You snip the last of the tags off, before handing one end to Katsuki.

He grabs it with his teeth, pulling it back with a playful snarl. His lips were curled with a slight smile, his eyes bright as he played. You pulled with all of your strength, desperately trying to keep up with your puppy’s own immense strength.

You are not allowed to be distracted with him AT ALL on walks. No phones at all, you have to be fully concentrated on him. He’s an aggressive species of dog, despite his love for squeaky chickens and dog treats.

He requires a muzzle when he’s out, to guarantee the safety of everyone there. He lowkey pouts when you have to put it on, making you kiss his crinkled brows as you click it behind his head. You have to keep a close, close, CLOSE eye on him. But a few years down the line, he does something that surprises you.

Imagine going on a walk with him, his leash curled tightly in your palm as you patrol the neighbourhood. You have to pull the leash every once in a while, and he does still bark at your neighbour’s hybrids, but he’s a good boy. A very sharp contrast to younger him, who would fight his way out of your grip.

You were on your phone, ordering him some more puppy toys when you stopped. You hadn’t even noticed you dropped his leash until Katsuki was stood right in front of you with the leash. Turns out whilst you had been paying, he had continued walking and didn’t know you had stopped holding him 🥺

He grunted through the muzzle, holding the leash and placing it into your hands.

“No stop. You hold.” He said firmly, turning as you stood in shock. A smile overtakes your features. 5 years ago and the little shit would have ran away, brawling and attacking the next person who saw him. You feed him a treat through the muzzle and pet him, cooing about how much of a good boy he is as his tail wagged like crazy.

He’s such a good boy 😭💕

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 months ago

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right time? no. right theme? ye

thank you @twstinginthewind for the Ramshackle base!!! Would've had to use Octavinelle if I didn't see your post lmao

Summoned: Just five more minutes........don't treat the birthday person like this.......

Summon Line: If they're gonna make pajamas the thing this year, at least let me spend my special day in them. What's the point otherwise?

Groooovy!!: Shower check, breakfast check, outfit check.......as presentable as always~!

Home: How long until it's lights off again?

Home Idle One: Bloody miracle I found this set of pjs off the island. If I had to sleep in some oversized flannie and daks any longer I'd have overblot before some drongos fuck over everything again.

Home Idle Two: My hair? Just give it a few minutes and it'll be right as rain again- I see your hand, don't you dare ruffle it!

Home Idle Three: The boys have their own makeup routines, don't they? I can't- I finally found a brand that didn't irritate me have and make me wanna go into a wooden onesie, and boom, different dimension. I don't trust any of these 'wakeup remedies', that's for damn sure.

Home Idle - Login: Ha, birthdays are the perfect way to keep ya from feeling buggered when you wake up. Maybe all school days should be birthdays so people actually give a crap....

Home Idle - Groovy: It took a long while and a lot of tears, but I finally like my nighttime routine! Feels right, after so long of our apartment back home. Hope my bed's still cozy and plush.

Home Tap One: Don't listen to what the drongos tell ya, socks are perfectly normal and keep me from freezing up like a deer and headlights. If I can wear them, so can you~

Home Tap Two: The best birthday back home was when I finally got to try some Frothy during dinner. Tasted like paradise......too bad the staff would kill me for buying some, bloody cowards.

Home Tap Three: Don't tell Ace and Deuce, but I've already figured out what they got me. They didn't hide that bag in their dorm all too well~

Home Tap Four: The ghosts said that they'd cook breakfast for me tomorrow since it's such a special day! Gems, the whole lot of them <3

Home Tap Five: I told Vil to give up on the fancy skincare- the one he told us all during the SDC was enough, and I hate having to give gifts back even if I can't use them. But I just got a feeling......

Home Tap - Groovy: Lilia popped in at the asscrack of dawn to give his gift- you know that hit character based RPG? Yeah, we're playing tonight <3 And his mutual Gloomurai will be joining us! Agh, so excited I got butterflies in me bloody liver!

Duo: [RUMIROWAN] Thanks for joining me, Lilia- wouldn't be a party without ya!

[Lilia] It's the least I can do for the birthday buddy, Rumirowan~

Birthday Login Line: Perfect timing! The Yearbook Club's just about done with today. I'll just take your gift right now, don't mind if I do......ooo, it's heavy~ Oh, that reminds me, Jamil told me Kalim's doing the party over in Scarabia, you wanna come with? Ha, can always count on you for a good birthday <3

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mythos321 · 6 months ago

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Chapter 7: the two fools

Tsunami and Clay had begun walking out of the seafood restaurant, both preparing to head home, when Tsunami, who very clearly had something on her mind, spoke up

“I gotta ask, how were you able to keep yourself so composed? I mean, this lady ruined your life! I would’ve expected some over the top reaction even thinking about what happened.”

“…kind of an odd thing to say don’t ya think? everyone has their own reactions to stuff…Though, if you really wanna know, I’ve never really been the type to cry?” Clay admitted

“Woah! Really? Same here actually! At most I got a little teary eyed from pain once, but other than that, never been a crier myself. Guess you and I are too tough eh?”, Tsunami gloated, as Clay gave her an amused look, “Oh, and sorry for the awkward question.”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright cool!…So, this plan of ours to take down Whirlpool…” Tsunami began to speak, as Clay put one talon to his face

“You’re being a little loud, we’re in public y’know.” Clay told her

“Crap, right! We’ll discuss it tomorrow then! Right?”

“Right!” Clay answered, as the two began to go their separate ways, as Clay suddenly felt an extremely warm presence near him, and wondered where it came from, looking behind himself with no one quite standing out, except for one Skywing, who appeared to be about his age, maybe a year older, with red and orange scales that stood out like a gator in a group of crocodiles, or a rose in a field of white tulips, or…well, he ran out of metaphors, but he just knew she stood out.

“…I should probably keep away. I don’t exactly know why but…something just feels…off.” Clay thought to himself, before flying off towards Sophistication

When Clay awoke, he found himself in the same prison he had found himself in twice before, with the two scavengers standing guard, and the strange Nightwing known as The Stonemover staring towards him

“Welcome to my Velvet Room, mudwing! I thought of resuming our previous conversation tonight. And so, I have summoned you forth. Tell me then, what are your thoughts? are you becoming accustomed to this place?” The Dragon rumbled, as Clay felt slightly less shaken than before, but still felt hit by The Stonemovers presence

“I would say so, at least to an extent.” Clay answered

“Ah, this is good to hear. Your nerves are as strong as a mountain. The goal of your rehabilitation is to thwart the fated ruin. However, such a feat cannot be done by YOU alone.”, The Dragon rumbled matter of factly, as Clay took a mental note of the “done by YOU alone.” comment, “Today, you entered a partnership with someone who awoke to similar power, correct?”

“You mean Tsunami?” Clay asked

“Indeed…so it was a Seawing whom you befriended then…” The Stonemover spoke, before gesturing one of his talons, “Even so, this is good indeed. Involving yourself with others is an important foundation for your recovery, in that regard, you have done well.” The Stonemover slowly clapped his talons together, before oncemore focusing, “That said, I am not advising the formation of superficial relationships. It cannot be of frivolity, but a ring of those who would, by morals or faith, lend you strength which you lack. In other words, they are bonds with those who had been robbed of their places to belong. The expansion of these rings shall assist you as well.”

“Personas are the strength of heart,” said the calmer scavenger with the left eyepatch, “The stronger the bonds around you, the stronger your personas shall become.”

“There are COUNTLESS people in just that one school who have talents a weakling like you doesn’t! You better actually start using your brain and get them on your side!” Said the louder scavenger with the right eyepatch

“…Okay, I’d been meaning to ask…what are your names?” Clay asked, having started to feel really bad for identifying the small scavengers by the volume of their voice and what eye they are missing

“Hm, a stupid, but fair question. I am Justine, and my fellow jailer is Caroline.” Spoke the Scavenger with the left eyepatch, though it now left Clay with more questions, like what in the sun kind of names are Caroline and Justine

“Good to know! I really am thankful for your…help?” Clay said, admittedly not still sure of how much these two intended to help or harm him

“Indeed. You should be prepared to use even my myself, or you will fail before you can even properly begin.” The Stonemovers voice encapsulated across the cells and areas, as Clay steadied himself, and then had a simple nod towards The Stonemovers proposition, as the dragon who had made part of his body stone powerfully chuckled

“We have a deal then?”

It feels like Stonemover has high expectations of me…I can’t let them down

I am thou, thou art I…

Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity

With the birth of the Fool Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

“What is that voice?” Clay thought to himself

“Well, you will understand it all in due time… Continue devoting yourself to your rehabilitation.” The Stonemover rumbled one final time, almost seeming to be answering Clays question

“Now, this conversations over! Get lost, inmate!” Caroline commanded, as Clays eyes suddenly began to close without his permission, and he fell back to sleep, now needing only to prepare for tomorrow

The next day came, and Clay was heading towards the school when he saw Tsunami walking towards it, and flew down to join her.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite blue pal.” Clay joked as he landed next to her

“Good to see ya, I was meaning to ask about something. that booklet thingy you used, it had a weird red eyeball cover, right?” Tsunami asked, as Clay reached into his bag, and showed the book

“Appears so, that or I’m colorblind.” Clay said, as Tsunami suddenly pulled out her own booklet that was identical to Clays

“I found this in my bag when I got to my place. I don’t remember putting it there at all! I almost thought we got bags mixed up.”

“That’s creepy…” Clay said

“For real. What even are these things? It’s like they just manifest out of thin air.” Tsunami responded

“I wonder what these even are, I remember when I first found mine. It kept coming back no matter how many times I tossed it…It’s dangerous to use something if you don’t what it is…but…” before Clay could finish his outward thought, Tsunami interrupted

“But with it, we’re able to freely navigate into that weird place. So ain’t it worth the risk?”

“…Yeah I guess. It’s all dependent on how we use it. But first, we gotta focus on getting evidence of Whirlpools abuse! I’m counting on you alright? Don’t go flaking on me!” Tsunami yelled out, as she rushed off with Clay deciding to now just keep a casual walk behind 2 seawings a bit younger than him

“I just don’t get it-First, our school has a dumb program thrust into it, then the QUEEN of all people takes over as Principal, and now they’re making us watch some stupid test show? Why are we wasting a valuable resource like animus magic anyway!”

“Ey, if we’re lucky, when the girl loses her soul she’ll just kill her family like the last animus.”

“That’s dark dude…Well, we get to see some stuff from Mr. Whirlpool at least! I heard he’s having one of his students do some tricks he taught them, and is working on having the princess make a new spell! I also heard one of the Sandwing princesses is gonna be here.”

“These two really like to ramble on…but, that COULD be useful to know at least. So theirs a seawing animus, but clearly something that isn’t considered a threat to them, maybe a child?…could it be Anemone? It has to be…I wonder why a sandwing princess will be here-” before Clay could finish his own thoughts, he was suddenly bumped into by a young seawing, who seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face as he osuhed through groups of people, including the two in front

“HEY! WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING. Ugh, that damn Pike.” Said one of the students in an angry tone, as the two began to walk further, this time in silence, and Clay continued to think more on what he eavesdropped on.

“Hm…maybe, if we can tell what’s happening to the princess, she’ll make Coral stop him! Since she has to be a big deal…Then again, it wouldn’t shock me if she’s also in on the abuse, especially of Anemone…either way, me and Tsunami will do everything we can to stop Whirlpool, no matter what…just gotta get through class first”

“Alright, listen up you little parasites,” Orca spoke with her usual tone, before continuing her announcement, “As you should all know, today is the rally for Whirlpools new discoveries on animus magic, head out to the front immediately, alright? Otherwise my mother might reconsider the “charity” of letting you all see what comes next.”

“Maybe I can find Tsunami while it goes on, see what information she’ll have as well…I hope anemone will be okay.” Clay thought to himself, before heading out the class, before then feeling that same old watchful presence

“…We should chat sometimes, whoever you are” Clay spoke out, before continuing on, with a slight rustling heard behind him, deciding to leave that for another time, and to go and find Tsunami and snoop around to hopefully take down Whirlpool

As Clay looked through the area, he found where everyone crowded, determining that must be where the festival was, and prioritized looking for Tsunami first, while paying secondary attention to Whirlpools little show

"Greetings everyone, I'm sure you are all looking forward to this little showing of The Sea Kingdoms very own Princess Anemone, and I guarantee you, she shall not disappoint you!" Whirlpool shouted to the crowd, putting a small swagger in his stride that simply made Clay roll his eyes when he saw it, with his voice still creeping him out in how it sounded

Eventually however he located his blue buddy and rushed over, nearly running into her on accident, but in the process bumping into another Dragon, a tall Seawing man who seemed to have a black pouch on his arm

"Sorry sir," Clay kindly told the Seawing, who simply shoved Clay back, and Tsunami almost got physical with the man without a word if not for Clay getting back up quick enough, "Don't even worry about it Tsunami, I bumped into him, besides, that was barely anything, like getting pushed by a small tadpole" Clay told her, making a slightly backhanded jab at the Seawing in the process

"Hmph, stupid Mudwing..." The Seawing said defeatedly as he went to another area, with him seeming to mumble about tadpoles as he walked off

"Well then, shall we get to maneuvering?" Clay asked Tsunami, as she stared at the area where Whirlpool was, as they paid attention back down again

"Hehe, apologies, it appears The Princess is taking her time! Allow me to go and retrieve my oh so prized pupil," Whirlpool stated, as he swam down towards where Anemone was, and within a minute seemed to momentarily pull her before putting back on his kindly facade as he went into the surface, "She was practicing her dives was all! Princesses am I right?" Whirlpool told the crowd, as many, especially Coral, seemed to burst to laughter

Clay however noticed in the more secluded parts of the crowd, where the richer and noble people were, he saw a Sandwing woman, with white gold scales as pale as sand, with a natural black diamond pattern along her spinal area.

"That must be The Sandwing Princess, are those diamonds natural? most likely, I doubt someone her age would care for piercings." Clay thought to himself, as he suddenly heard Tsunami growl under her breath, "What's up?"

"That bastard. Purposely pushing Anemone even harder...If he can do this publicly, who knows what kind of shit he inflicts on others privately." Tsunami whispered to Clay, as the two saw Whirlpool "accidentally" smack Anemone in the face with a baton

"Oh my me! Look at me acting like a squid brained fool! Someone get Anemone to the nurses office, in the meantime, allow me to continue with more important matters! Like may-haps what spells to have the young princess use one day!" Whirlpool stated, as Coral, completely engrossed in Whirlpools little show, snapped her fingers and a guard picked up Anemone, who was lightly bleeding from her snout from what Whirlpool did

"He'll pay soon enough..." Tsunami said, as she kicked the dirt, while Clay gripped the ground in silent fury

"That dragonets only 2 years old, and they're treating her like some object of entertainment and a tool...stay strong kid, we'll change your "teachers" heart soon enough" Clay thought to himself, as he and Tsunami defused away to go somewhere more private to plan things out

"Ugh! I can't stand this! That asshole's actin' like a king over here too...This shits all just a one man show him to stroke his little ego. Oh! And how he acted like he had even a semblance of worry for Anemone? UGH, JUST AN ABUSIVE EEL LICKER," Tsunami said with frustration, as she then however began to calm herself down with deep breaths, "...Well then. Now's our chance to go look for the students we saw were slaves yesterday. Let's look for the faces we saw in the castle, those students should be here today. We gotta find at least one person willing to spill about Whirlpools abuse! Ha, just you wait asshole!" Tsunami thought out loud, as Clay then tapped her shoulder

"Where are we gonna start searching?" Clay asked, as Tsunami gleamed with mischievous excitement.

"I'm glad you asked my good orange man! The first one that popped out was a guy in your very class! Almost seems like fate eh? Hopefully, you should be able to get him to talk to you, people have avoided me lately cause of what they think but...Oh, right, you're kinda in the same boat." Tsunami remembered, slightly embarrassed she forgot that detail

"Maybe group pressure will work?" Clay said, half jokingly

"THATS PERFECT!" Tsunami yelled with complete seriousness and excitement, as she grabbed Clay by the talons and rushed with him to his class as they set off!

#wof x persona au #wings of fire #wof #clay wof #clay wings of fire #tsunami wof #tsunami wings of fire #whirlpool wof #whirlpool wings of fire

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numberonebidoofenjoyer · 1 month ago

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OFF SCREEN POST: ONI MOUNTAIN

No warnings apply.

“C-Careful!”

Lochland smiles, happily walking up the cliffside. “Relax, would you? I’m not gonna fall- this is relatively easy not to, actually.”

Oni Mountain more fascinates Lochland than it ever could terrify him, seeming like the perfect scenic route that one would expect from a mountain side. It reminds him of Mount Coronet, the highlands and their rough terrain. He watches all the new Pokemon with fascination, fingers eagerly twitching. The urge to just start throwing Balls at whatever he sees is strong and hard to ignore. From the Bonsly and Noibwt by the bridge, and the ever familiar Salandit’s hissing- he can’t help but feel at home.

Walking with Kieran adds to the enjoyment.

He kind of hates how true the thought is, how he gets his mind racing without even trying. Is this how Emmy felt? He felt terrible for her. This was a fate he’d wish on nobody. His tongue felt twisted in his mouth.

The waterfall brings back down to reality as they both stare down a more narrow path then what the mountain showed. Lochland clicked his teeth.

“That’s…wow.”

“Y-Yeah, here, hold on…” Kieran takes his hand and Lochland tenses up. Both boys freeze.

“Ah-! I-I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine! It’s my fault, I just-” He’s stuttering. Since when does he stutter? “I’m. Not used to people, holding my hand. Y-you can! I just, uhm…yeah.” He offers it out, as a small gesture of faith. Kieran hesitates, but takes it.

His palms are kinda cold and sweaty, two things that shouldn’t even go together. Somehow they suit Kieran perfectly. They move quickly, getting over the gap with the boy’s careful, practiced steps.

“Y-you’ve done this alot, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” Kieran replies, the sound of gravel accompanying his speech. “Must've snuck out here, a billion times. Nuthin’ dangerous has ever happened to me.”

They’re across before Lochland is even aware of it, staring ahead at a small hole in the mountain side, just big enough for the two to fit through. Lochland blinks. “Is…Is that it?”

“Yep. That’s the Dreaden Den. Everyone says it’s s’posed to be where the Orge lives.” He sighs, entire body heaving. “I come here all the time, but I’ve never seen it.”

“Maybe it doesn’t want to be seen.” Lochland muses.

“Whaddaya mean?” The Blueberry student asks.

“Think about it. It attacked around what has to be over a thousand years ago or so- If it was just biding its time or something, I wouldn’t want anyone to go looking for me. Alternatively, it could’ve just moved enviro…” He paused, as Kieran watched him, eyes wide. Something in Lochland trips up, a cog in the machine breaks and suddenly the whole thing falls apart. He forgets what he was going to say and instead trails off. “S-sorry, you probably don’t wanna hear about that crap…”

“No, no! Sorry, I liked hearin’ ya talk!” Kieran waves his hands. “It was cool and stuff. I don’t get to talk about this stuff with lots of people.”

Oh. Now he just feels silly, face and ears turning flush. “I get that,” Lochland says, rubbing his neck. “I don’t really talk about much ecological stuff with a lot of my peers. It’s dumb or whatever.”

“Don’t seem dumb to me.” Kieran smiles at him and now his face feels really hot, his tongue is twisted again and he’s getting the same fluttery feeling from when they first met. Which was yesterday.

He’s not better than Emmy. He’s not better at all, by Arceus, he’s worse.

“..Ya know.” Kieran lights up, like he’s gotten an idea. “I bet a super strong orge like that, if it’s nearby, would totally come out if it saw some sorta battle goin’ on.”

Lochland giggles. “Is this just your way of asking for a battle?”

Kieran sputters helplessly, and Lochland can’t help but laugh for real this time. It’s an ugly, loud noise but he can’t exactly help it.

“C-crap, crap- sorry-” He wheezes, standing up straight. “I’ll battle you. Honest, you’re so…”

Cute was a good candidate. Adorable was an even better one.

He smiles. “Endearing.”

“…Don’t hold back.”

Lochland pauses. “You sure?”

Kieran nods and Lochland sighs before beginning the battle. It’s shorter than last time- Lochland wipes Kieran’s team, including the Poliwag from yesterday. He kinda cringed when he recalls Buzz.

“Sorry…”

Kieran shakes his head. “‘S okay…you really are strong Lochland, ya know? How am I ever gonna be able to beat you?”

“You know you’re gonna lose, right?”

“Yeah…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to beat you Mizūmi. But me and Pikachu are willing to try!”

“Hey.” He frowns. “I’m really not that strong. Trust me- you should battle some Gyms when you get home. You’ll improve by miles.”

“…Thanks. But seriously- the ogre would think you were really strong, Y’know?” Kieran sighs. “You see, Blueberry is-”

“A highly competitive school that specializes in Pokémon battling, specifically the doubles regiment.”

Kieran blinks.

“I…” Lochland hesitated. “Was recommended to go there when I returned to Unova. I declined.”

“Wha-huh?!” Kieran looked baffled at Lochland’s discomfort. “You lived in Unova?! Why didn’t you attend?”

“I stopped being into battles after a while- and we moved a bit before I enrolled in Naranja. It’s…a long story.” He darted his eyes around, before landing on the Den. “H-Hey! Don’t forget about the Dreaded Den!”

Kieran opened his mouth to object, but upon looking at the den, he couldn’t help but drop it, at least temporarily. He headed forwards, Lochland right behind.

“W-watch your-”

Lochland hisses at the impact of gravel against his skull, grumbling as he shakes the dirt and rocks off his hair.

“...head.”

Lochland sighs. It was perfectly easy for Kieran. Not for him, it seemed. Either way, he forces himself into the cavern, a tight fit and an even tighter cave. Roto flies out of his bag without a word, illuminating the cave for them. “Yeesh.” It’s worse than when it was dark.

“Yeah. The floor’s uneven and everythin’. Livin’ here would be miserable for a Pokemon.” Kieran kicks a stray rock. Aside from some scratch marks and claws on the walls, there’s no signs of life. A toss up. Quietly, Lochland relaxes, glad to not be stuck in another legendary mess.

“That poor orge…We have plenty of room in our house. I’d totally let her stay with us.”

Lochland snorts. “You’re a sweetheart, Kieran.”

Kieran turns at him, face burning between those dark locks and wide golden eyes. Lochland closes his eyes with a perfectly composed face and wonders what the hell could and would possibly possess him to say that.

“That-” He sighs. “That came out wrong-”

“I-It’s okay. I wouldn't really call me a ‘sweetheart’, anyways-”

“No, I mean you are- I mean-” He facepalmed. “You’re a sweet person. Sweet person.”

“I-I’m not! I just like stories with the ogre is all. S-sides, I’m pretty sure everyone would freak out if they knew I had the ogre in my house.”

Lochland shrugged. “Eh. Screw ‘em. If the ogre cares about you, what else matters?”

Kieran stays silent, seemingly thinking.

They don’t end up staying much longer, exiting the cave and straining their eyes to see the afternoon light start to gleam. Kieran pales.

“Ah-! The sun’s gone down already?”

Lochland tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I gotta get home, I forgot about the festival..!”

Lochland blinks before his words hit like a truck. “That’s today??? Fuck- I don’t got my outfit picked out or my clothes ironed-”

“But it’ll take ages to get down from the mountain…!”

Both boys looked around, in similar states of panic. The trek from here to the town took hours. It would be nightfall by the time they made it.

…Unless. Lochland hummed.

“…Kieran, do you trust me?”

“Huh? U-uh- yeah..?”

Lochland nodded, resolute. “Right.” He unclipped the Master Ball on his bag. “Fangs!”

The Koraidon popped out with a roar that shook the mountain. Lochland patted its back. “C’mon. We’re going for a ride.” He turned to Kieran. “You know the way to your house?”

“H-Hold on-” Kieran looked in disbelief. “You want me to ride on that?”

“It’s the fastest way. Honest.” Lochland hopped on, extending his hand out. He gave a reassuring smile. Kieran hesitated, but eventually, he grabbed it.

Lochland pulled Kieran up, before opening his bag and pulling out his school helmet. “Here. You rather than me.”

Kieran nodded, taking the helmet and putting it on. Lochland turned to the front, gripping the handles. “Alright…Fangs- mush!”

The Koraidon roared, blazing down the narrow path. Kieran yelped, holding onto Lochland tight as the ride continued. Dust clouds formed behind them as Fang’s paws nearly floated off the ground with each step, a triumphant roar in his tone.

“Kieran- directions!”

Kieran, while nervous, peeked an eye to look. “L-Left!”

He whipped the tendrils, a sharp left being made.

“Now right!”

Whip and turn, Fangs once diverted course. With every direction, the boys found themselves getting closer back to Kieran’s house. As they left the craggy rocks to lush greens, they looked to their right.

“T-there! The yellow one!”

Lochland nodded, whipping Fangs one last time. “Jump!”

“Huh?!”

Fangs roared, turning hard and running at full speed until the very last second, bending and leaping off a cliff. Kieran wanted to scream but found himself unable to. He looked at the setting sun, the Hoothoot that were already starting to make their presence known, and the determined grin on Lochland’s face that they’d be fine.

And sure enough, they slid on the concrete near Kieran’s house before stopping and standing straight.

Lochland laughed, scratching Fang’s neck, the Koraidon standing prideful. “Good boy. Who’s a good boy?”

“W-Wowzers…” Kieran was relatively unharmed, save for the disgruntled uniform. “Fangs is…really somethin’.”

“Yep! He’s amazing!” Fangs blinked at the two, a befuddled expression on his face. Lochland noticed and slid off, reaching into his bag to pull out some snacks. “Want some treats?” Lochland asked, pulling the bag open.

Fangs hesitated, sniffing Lochland as if trying to sense a trap- before eating the snacks. “D’awww! You dooo!” Fangs huffed, looking away, making the boys laugh.

“Kieran!”

“Kiki!”

Lochland, Fangs and Kieran freeze. Fangs hissed, before Lochland coos to it, gently holding out the Master Ball. The Pokémon heads in, and Lochland stuffs it inside his bag. Just in time for two older folks to rush out, along with-

“Oh.” Lochland waves. “Hi Carmi-ACK!”

The girl picks up Lochland with a surprising amount of force, beginning to shake him. “OUTSIDER! What was that! Why was there a loud roar! I know you’re behind this!”

“S-Sis!” Kieran tried to pull her off him. “Lochland didn’t do anything! I was just riding on one of his Pokémon!”

“What?!” Carmine glares at him then Lochland. “Making my brother ride on your Pokémon?! What are your plans with my brother, outsider?”

Lochland sputters, blushing. “E-Excuse me?!”

“Don’t play dumb! You’re totally trying to score second base!”

“Sis, you dummy! Put him down!”

“Carmine!” An older voice pulls at her shoulder, a man looking cross at the lady. She looks between him and Lochland before dropping the researcher. He groans, standing to his feet with Kieran’s help.

“I’m sorry about that, young man- our granddaughter can be a bit…impulsive.” He sticks out his hand. “I’m Kieran and Carmine’s granddaughter. Lochland, correct?”

Lochland blinked. “Uhm. Yes sir. How do you…?”

“Kieran’s mentioned you an awful lot!” The man laughs. “Says you even speak Japanese, huh?”

Lochland blushes, turning to look at his orienteering partner who seems to be admiring the way his shoes look an awful lot. “Y-Yes sir.”

“Well- Isn’t that a treat? It’s nice to meet a new friend of Kieran’s.”

Kieran blushed harder. “A-aw gee, Grandpa-”

“I’m glad to be friends with him sir.”

“L-Lochland?!”

The boy looks at his friend, confused. “What? Aren't we friends?”

Kieran looked surprised, before he started laughing. “F-friends…I feel all tingly and funny hearing that…Ehehehe…”

An older lady smiles softly, glasses highlighting the wrinkles under her eyes. “Oh? Kieran’s made a new friend?” She walked up Lochland. “Ah. Hello there, young man! How handsome you are…” She pinched Lochland’s cheek, the student laughing off the pain of her surprising sharp nails.

“H-Hello, ma’am.”

“We’re delighted to have you.” She said. “Do you want to stay for dinner? We’re-”

The sound of an explosion cut her off. Lochland turned and looked at the sky. Off in the mountainside, he could hear a loud high-pitched sound before fireworks exploded in the distance.

“Oh my,” the grandmother sighed. “Is it really sundown already?”

The grandfather hummed. “Festival starts tonight then.”

Lochland cleared his throat. He felt bad- but he was extremely excited for the festival. “Ah, my apologies, but I must be going then.”

Kieran looked sad. “O-oh…”

“Nonono, I’ll be back!” He clarified. “I just gotta get ready- all my stuff’s in my room in the community center.”

“You have jinebi?”

Lochland turned to Carmine, who’d been watching them with a sneer. “Yeah! I ordered some a bit ago!” He grinned. “I was really excited about the festival!”

“…Uh…” Kieran stammered out. “You said you’re coming back right.”

“Oh, yeah! I…” It began to dawn on Lochland that he never asked if he wanted to go together. “Well…uh…if you…”

“I’d like to go with you.”

Lochland internally cheered.

“Cool! Cooool! Cool, cool, cool…” He clasped his hands. “Imma…go get ready now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Cool.”

“Cool!”

“…Bye.”

“Bye, yeah.”

Lochland finally began to walk back, grin wide and stomach fluttering. This would be so much fun.

#off screen post #festival of the masks!#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon #pokeblr #rotomblr #pokemon irl

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 1 year ago

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Animation-twitter, animation video essay youtube, etc. would probably be better off if they assumed every upcoming animated movie was going to be CRAP.

The director of INSIDE OUT 2, Kelsey Mann, has talked a bit about the picture recently. After all, it's out in less than two months... And immediately, so much of what he's saying is either being misread or quoted out of context. Something something Anxiety is going to be "the villain", something something they cut characters Shame and Guilt out of the movie because they felt it was too heavy, something something-

And we've got other people freaking out that Pixar showed 35 minutes of it at CinemaCon... LIKE... What's THE issue? Pixar has done that before! CinemaCon attendees were treated to half-hour chunks of Pixar movies in the past, like MONSTERS UNIVERSITY. When TOY STORY 3 was coming out, Pixar prepared a cut of the movie that ended just as the toys were escaping Sunnyside Daycare... to show to college campuses across the country a month before release.

Y'all need to calm down.

This movie isn't even out. We don't know how it'll tell its story exactly. Maybe there's more here than it seems? Maybe Anxiety will be an antagonist in the sense that she's doing what she feels is right, or is straight-up malevolent. I doubt it's the latter, that would be kind of... Not nuanced? For a sequel to INSIDE OUT? Having Anxiety just be an evil scheming bad guy just doesn't seem like it'll happen, nor is it a good idea. I think director Kelsey Mann meant that by her kicking the other emotions out of the main control room, she'll be the "big bad" of the movie. Why she kicks those emotions out could be related to how anxiety tends to work within the human brain. Taking control of your brain, thinking that it's steering you to make the right decision, making you cautious of dangers more so than "Fear" does. Pixar movies have had antagonists in the past that aren't necessarily evil, they just think what they're doing is right.

I also doubt that Pixar would let out a movie that flat-out stigmatizes people who suffer from anxiety disorders, such as myself. Maybe the Shame and Guilt characters were cut from the movie because director Mann, writer Meg LeFauve, and several others just didn't like the direction the story was going with them in it. Maybe it was too depressing for THEM, not because of any concerns for kids in the audience. People tend to associate Pixar with "tearjerking storylines", maybe it's possible that this went WAY TOO FAR at one point? I don't know, neither do you. Pixar's team isn't Disney Animation's leadership. Pete Docter is less controlling than John Lasseter based on everything I see and hear, but there are probably still some ground rules and some do's-and-don'ts. But I think it was ultimately down to the director not enjoying making the film back when it had these characters in it. As a writer/creator myself, I sometimes pull back when I feel something I'm making is causing ME lose the drive to make the thing in the first place. Maybe it hit too close to home for Mann, LeFauve, someone- Just a few variables, ya know? Not just "Pixar is too afraid to be sad", "Disney's telling them what to do", etc. etc.

Maybe animated movies shouldn't have this kind of pre-release thing... How about, just... Movie title, release date, BOOM. Nothing else. No interviews with the filmmakers and cast, no nothing... Wanna know more? You have to see it when it comes out! Put that in big letters in the teaser trailer!

But if they did that, twitter and the YouTube Animation Opinion Industrial Complex would sound the alarm: "They're not saying anything... IS THIS MOVIE IN TROUBLE???"

(sarcasm for those last two sets of sentences)

You can't win. And watch... It'll come out, and it'll be disliked for some weird reason. Probably because it isn't... PUSS IN BOOTS 2 or whatever. While the rest of the world goes, "Yeah, that's was pretty solid." And said population streams it on Disney+ a gazillion times. I'm not part of this "animation fandom" thing, quite frankly I don't even know what half of these people want most of the time. It seems like every movie is an oncoming stinker to them, and it ends up being a stinker. Sometimes the worst thing ever made, a work of evil. You know I still see people raging over that completely harmless CHIP N' DALE RESCUE RANGERS movie from two years back? The fuck is that all about?

I get that INSIDE OUT is a sequel to a beloved Pixar movie, I get that the original movie means a lot to so many people. I love it myself. At the same time, I'm not gonna be weird about a sequel I never even wanted until the day they announced it. Okay, if it isn't very good, I'll just go on with my life. But we're not even there yet... It's not out... This is the only INSIDE OUT sequel. Now if we were coming up on an INSIDE OUT 3, and INSIDE OUT 2 managed to somehow upset everybody? Then I'd somewhat understand...

Others will dole out their dislike of recent Pixar movies as their reason, but you know me... I feel each Pixar movie - for the most part - is a statement of its filmmaking team. Not a Mr. Pixar person coming up with each and every movie. (That was Lasseter in a sense, lol.) If "animation is cinema", then you oughta look at these movies as director-driven. I feel the other way around reduces the films to a brand, and not the people who actually make them. INSIDE OUT is first and foremost a Pete Docter-directed film... Made at Pixar. Not a "Pixar film". Pixar isn't a person nor is it a collective, it's a place. It should be judged on how functions as a movie and as a sequel to INSIDE OUT, not up against other movies made at the studio by other people. Like I'm not here for THE INCREDIBLES or UP, I'm here for an INSIDE OUT sequel. I know, that's a very radical opinion to have. Silly me!

I just don't get it... I'm just gonna do it the old-fashioned way... I'm going to see the movie, and hope that I like it or get something out of it.

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years ago

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Wiled Hearts Pt.2

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.

Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.

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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body.

The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl.

The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore.

I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before.

Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much.

I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”

I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side.

“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.

“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.

“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.”

“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?”

Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”

Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.”

“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.

“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope.

“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl.

“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?”

Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.”

“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask.

“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers.

“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy.

I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at.

Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices.

First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore.

There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area.

As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room.

“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.

“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent.

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat.

He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay.

I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.”

“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little.

“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder.

He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.”

I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.”

The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close.

I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall.

I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.”

He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes.

“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me.

He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.”

I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area.

What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant.

My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff.

I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first.

He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won.

As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.

My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy.

I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her."

That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me.

“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over.

The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable.

I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures.

It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota.

The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.

Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her.

Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk.

As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry.

"Fuckin' fence!"

I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.

He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp.

“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt.

I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.”

“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.

He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.”

Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.

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autistic-crypt1d · 1 year ago

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Season 4 SGA live blogging:

Aight so Atlantis is stranded and lost in a void between systems leaking power, here we go!

S1, S2, S3

Updates:

- man oh man is there a lot going on off the bat, Weir is down, Rodney is scrambling to figure out how to save everyone in the city, and John is now burdened with leading Atlantis

- god the guilt Rodney is having to shove aside to try and save everyone else is so bad ahhhhhhhhh

- ahhhh seeing John about to cry makes me wanna cryyyy

- the jumper coordination is so cool!!!

- and ofc, Teyla has Atlantis under control while Sheppard does what he does best

- I forgot to add this earlier, SAM

- THE SPACE JUMP

- Ronon is so sweet y'all, poor baby 😭

- seeing Rodney and Sheppard fight like that is so weird and I hate it

- not Rodney scolding Ronon like a damn dog

- GET HIS ASS ELIZABETH

- how exactly could she do the hand in the head thing while having a mostly human body? Like, how's that work with human fingies

- LET'S GO APOLLO

- ya know, the ancients really screwed any future people who discovered atlantis by not leaving the instructions on how to make a ZPM. If it does exist in the database they sure didn't make it at all easy to find considering they never do

- always knew you could do it John

- of course it's Teyla taking care of Weir's things and of course it's Ronon who comes to be with her during it 😭 I love them so much

- Reunion, oh boy

- Ronon I love you but they just tried to kill Teyla, you could acknowledge that before jumping for joy

- Sam in charge let's gooooooo

- PFFFFT the painted pineapple

- THE PICTURE OF JACK

- Rodney, I love you but please stop speaking

- Ronon, buddy, take it down a notch please

- aw man I just realized Ronon calls the expedition members his people 😭

- STOP IT RIGHT NOW, RONON IS FAMILY NOT AN ALLY, SHUT YOUR FACE

- Ronon did decorate 😭

- these wraith are going down awfully easy, I can't tell if they're faking it cuz the 3 are in on it or they just haven't fed in a while

- yessss backup your team Ronon

- EEW THE DOOR SLIME

- how tf did Rodney get in that thing

- poor Ronon man, he just cannot catch a break

- "Ronon, where are your friends?" "They're right here. Let's go home." MY HEART

- Doppelganger, ah crap

- please don't touch that John

- god damn it John

- I've never seen the shirt Teyla's wearing before! Very pretty as always

- poor Teyla

- ahhhhhh I hate Keller's nightmare dude!!!

- Ronon's nightmare being completely alone again and being hunted 😭

- Lorne, poor baby

- I have to say, they've introduced Keller as a main character really really well in my opinion

- oh Kate no 😭 (this is what inspired the heightmeyer joke btw)

- ah man John's expression, you know that he has to be feeling so damn guilty right now. He didn't kill her but touching that crystal did even if it's not his fault. Plus the fact that he knows that she died afraid of him. That has to hurt.

- Teyla hugging him after all that must have meant the world to him, he was so scared she would hate him

- of course Sheppard volunteers to be the one to go with Rodney

- god the devastation on John's face about Rodney...

- and of course Rondey runs back into danger for Sheppard!

- I wish we knew why the entity did this, like why it tormented and killed and tried to kill them. Surely by being in their mind they could tell they didn't mean to take it, also the fact that it drew him in, why?

- the team gathering together at the end is so cute

- ah Travelers, this episode is ok

- the closet scene is pretty funny tho

- Sheppard had that gun for all of 2 seconds before it ran out of ammo, but we've never once seen Ronon reload

- oh boy, Tabula Rasa. This episode is so good but also so trippy. It scared tf outta me as a kid

- the way they did the colorgrading, lighting, angles, sound track, so good and so eerie

- I can only imagine how terrifying it is forgetting like that so quickly. People like the doctors and soldiers hanging on to their duties over anything else, not even knowing why they're doing it

- I love the flashing back and forth too

- Ronon has the coolest jackets

- Ronon getting annoyed and impatient and just shooting Sheppard and typing him up will never not be funny

- poor Rodney, knowing that with Teyla gone he's going to completely forget any minute

- also hello Zane from Eureka

- it's so hard seeing Lorne like that, he's trying so hard

- come on John, stop pointing a gun at your bestie

- I love seeing Ronon take charge for once, he really is so smart and capable and awesome and I wish he got to shine more

- of course Rodney is the first person Sheppard asks about

- I'm not a fan of Rodney and Katie, but that was a cute moment

- OH BOY Missing, shit is about to get realllll

- I'm glad we get to see more of Teyla's absolute badassness in this episode even though it stresses me tf out

- poor Keller, her first introduction to off world shit and it's this

- Teyla's face when Keller is talking about summer camp 😂

- Teyla's ability to hold it together even after being told she is the last of her people, so intense

- not the Bola Kai with a damn lolipop XD

- again with Rodney and Sheppard hanging out in their free time playing games

- Teyla is so sweet to Keller, asking her about her home while they're captured

- LET'S GO KELLER

- I also very much love that Teyla and Keller got to bond

- The Seer is pretty interesting. There's 2 rather big plotlines going on here, the replicators annihilating human worlds, and the thing with Teyla's people.

- "well, this is awkward." "Yes."

- Miller's Crossing, this episode is a good one, very stressful. I love when they visit Earth tho, especially with Ronon.

- "I looked dumb!"

- I love that they call Todd "Sheppard's wraith"

- ok I get Rodney going in like a dummy with no backup, but Baret, come on you should know better dude

- also, where tf did Jeannie's change of clothes come from, did they grab them while they were kidnapping her or something??

- it's pretty hilarious they just put Ronon in the same outfit as Sheppard

- Jeannie, that was incredibly fucked up to say

- Walter, why the hell would you stop Ronon from eating while you are talking

- watching Sheppard talk that guy into getting fed on is... rough

- This Mortal Coil is a pretty good episode. The initial issue with the gate and then all the lead up, very cool

- this show has always done a great job of subtly hinting that something is wrong until it becomes undeniable

- I kinda love when Ronon and Rodney get paired up, they're so funny together

- I really love seeing more of the good replicators, they still do bad stuff, but they have dimension ya know?

- I believe that city being destroyed was Sam's vision tho

- the 2 groups meeting remind me of that one SG-1 episode, the "comtria!" dude who duplicates them

- gotta say, Jack takes it a lot worse than John's team does

- aw man, Rodney and Zelenka talking about losing Elizabeth and Carson... this is the first time we really see Rodney be honest about his feelings to anyone but Sheppard

- AHHHH and then Rodney and Sheppard talking about her

- Be All My Sins Remember'd, oof, seeing them trying to evacuate all the planets in the replicator's path before they get hit, that's rough

- ZANE NOOOO

- PFFFFT the fucking "Colonel"s bit is hilarious

- poor Rodney never being allowed to fully explain :/

- YOU TELL HIM SAM

- Todd and Rodney are pretty funny together

- Todd looks different here for some reason

- Ridney and Zelenka always make me laugh when they work together istg. Their dynamic has changed so much since the start of the show too. They're much more comfortable around eachother now and interact on a friend level now

- PFFFFT, Ronon immediately moved away from Todd when Larin was gonna kill him

- Zelenka this is what happens when you leave Rodney alone for too long

- OOP, noooot a great moment to tell everyone you're pregnant

- awww Ronon 😭

- god Sheppard is so gay, I've never seen that man react normally to being flirted with by a woman

- pfffft Zelenka shuffling away at the awkward convo XD

- GO GET EM TEAM

- the way F.R.A.N. said "Hello" was so satisfying wtf

- the replicator blob is horrifying I love it

- I always forget how this Elizabeth survived

- Spoils of War, Todd you sneaky bastard

- Ronon is the sweetest y'all, "who says you have to keep up?", him and the rest of the team are gonna love her no matter what, but he's the first one to tell her that

- PFFFT Ronon pulling Rodney out of the room

- Lorne!!

- if this is the episode I think it is, OH BOY

- IT IS

- oh? Maybe not?

- "you touched something didn't you" "no... maybe a little"

- again with Sheppard knowing random ass very specific things about Rodney

- ah gross, the birthing facility

- why do they have the same access play like, all the queens

- Lorne is so sweet 😭

- oh boy, Quarantine

- of course the boys are hanging out again

- pfffft of course everyone's first thing is to try and call Rodney

- Teyla is so over John being skittish about her pregnancy

- oh my god Ronon and Keller are so damn awkward together

- damn it Radek, just let Sam workkkkk

- JOHN YOU'RE STRESSING ME OUT

- TEYLA YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW

- you're yelling me that Chuck climbed down the tower???

- Harmony, this episode is pretty funny honestly, and I'm always a fan of John and Rodney on their own doin stupid shit

- the kid annoys tf out of me

- why are the Genii always doing this shit

- OOP

- their faces when she's talking about John like they're married is hilarious

- Outcast, I like this episode a lot, but poor John man

- Rodney requested to go with him AHHHHHH

- pffffft Ronon just showing up like, I'm coming with you, obviously

- ahhhh see this is a much better outfit for Ronon than the last one where they just duplicated what Sheppard was wearing

- not to mention the second outfit with the vest???

- the girl is a badass, gotta say

- Trio... OH WAIT

- this episode stresses me tf out

- it's kinda hilarious that it's 3 nerds stuck though. I mean like, is Sam military and a badass? Yes, but she is also first and foremost a huge nerd.

- man Sam gets like one off world mission in this show and she gets beat tf up during it, we're already at 2 of 3 big ass falls and the 3rd one is OUCHY

- Sam is such a badass, ugh I love seeing her in action again

- Rodney, Rodney please shut up, PLEASE SHUT UP

- 1. Should've tied the rope off a lot shorter. 2. Should've shoveled out dirt as you went

- Rodney really comes in clutch during the escape

- look, Rodney and Keller are cute, I will admit that, but him and Sheppard are still my favorite

- midway is such a good episode oh my god

- yay Teyla is back!!! I missed her

- TEAL'C, LET'S GOOOOO

- "I must admit, I am partial to the tator tots" PFFFFFT

- god I've missed Teal'c

- them fighting is so damn good

- *drops sticks, immediately starts first fighting*

- UGH, KAVANAGH

- I forgot how small the room is, especially once you put two big ass dudes like Ronon and Teal'c in it

- now see, why tf would they not install and iris on the midway station gates just in case

- man SGA is a lil lazy with their wraith casting, we've seen this same dude play like 3 different wraith that all look identical but can't possibly be the same because we see them die. And the same woman plays pretty much every single female wraith.

- like we just saw this wraith dude die in the cloning facility episode. Technically I guess it could be that he's a clone but to my knowledge, they only cloned soldiers not the other ones

- also, couldn't have locked down the control room a lil quicker? Like idk, THE DOORS

- PFFFT the little smack Sheppard gives Rodney

- the alien boys and their funky alien energy weapons

- KAVANAGH WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

- I hate him but his hair is nice rn, finally got rid of the weird ponytail

- god it breaks my heart seeing McKay's expression when he thinks Sheppard is dead

- YOU TELL HIM RONON

- Rodney's face when he finds Sheppard 😭

- THE PIPE SWING

- INDEED

- poor Teal'c man, he's been through the ringer again and again and now getting fed on by a wraith???

- oop, there goes midway

- the IOA meeting lighting is so weird and creepy I hate it

- how'd they open the jumped from the outside?

- PFFFT Ronon waking Sheppard is so cute, I love them so much

- also, where did they pee during the time stuck in the jumper cuz... they were in there for at least 2 days

- The Kindred pt 1, yesssss a Teyla focused episode!!! I missed her

- Hoffan virus comes back once again

- poor Lorne like, uhhhh Teyla, whatchya doin with that knife

- Lorne has such a sweetie pie vibe, like, look at that face!!

- ah crap, Michael is back again

- Lorne came back looking like a dog that got caught getting into the trash, pure shame face

- woah I forgot Michael figured out how to stop needing to feed. See now why can't they just be friends now, if they don't need to feed on humans they can be buddiessss

- OH SHIT IT'S THIS EPISODE TOO

- ouch ouch ouch, Rodney's face seeing Carson again 😭

- part 2, boy howdy there's a lot going on this episode

- Ronon and Sheppard's tactical roll over the counter plus Rodney literally pushing Carson out if the way is hilarious

- Poor Keller man, it's gotta be hard having to save the life of the guy who not only tried to kill you and your friend, but also alerted Michael to the location of the Athosians

- ahhhhhh I hate her being in the table dude it's so creepy!!! Michael stop being creepy to Teyla!!!

- the mix of joy and fear Teyla showed when Michael showed her the ultrasound is so sad

- why tf is that extra just standing in the background staring like that wtf

- did he have brown hair when we last saw him? I could've sworn it was white. Like I get that he's been messing with the mix of wraith and human dna but still

- Rodney is so protective of Carson it's so wholesome 😭 his first instinct when gun fire starts is to protect him

- aw man, Teyla now on top of all that having to come to grips with Carson being alive again, OOF

- last episode of the season and boy is it a dosey! The Last Man.

- the idea of being alone in Atlantis is HORRIFYING

- this episode is so sad y'all

- Todd!!

- Ronon 😭

- THE CLIFF HANGER IS ILLEGAL

Season 5

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justicerikai · 1 year ago

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #84 What must be done

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

What does Amahiko mean with "burners" & "lingalamambo"? Good question! I don't know either.

Ohse: (Amahiko-san seemed like a whole different person from the way he was strangely nervous while staying at his parent’s house.)

Iori: I’m baaaack. I went out to do some shopping.

Amahiko: Iori-san, please leave that to the people of the house.

Iori: I am a slave so pay no mind♪

Amahiko: ….

Amahiko: Such a handful… I will bring these in then.

Iori: Wait!

Amahiko: ?

Iori: Aren’t you curious about what I bought? Wanna see?

Amahiko: Pardon?

Iori: Ta-daaah! Enoki!

Amahiko: ….

Amahiko: Enoki, right.

Iori: ….! Eeh, then this, eringi!

Amahiko: Uh-huh.

Iori: ….! Shiitake!

Amahiko: ?

Iori: Cucumber! Eggplant! Gourd! Banana!

Iori: ASPARAGUS!!!

(Iori throws everything away and takes an athletic stance.)

Iori: COME!

Iori: AMAHIKO-SAN COMEEEE!!!!!

Amahiko: I will provide the payment later.

(Iori stomping around)

Iori: NOOOO!! COME ON!!!

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai: Amahiko-san/Amahiko!

Amahiko: !? What are you all doing! Running around like that---

Sarukawa: We’re all gonna take a bath together

Amahiko: A bath, at this hour.

Fumiya: Bathing, Amahiko.

Ohse: Indeed, a bath.

Rikai: We’re bathing, Sensei.

Iori: Your local slave shall also participate!

Amahiko: I-I see… Enjoy yourselves.

Fumiya: No, not just us.

Sarukawa: We are ALL bathing, Amahiko!

(The five of them all stance up and beckon him with both hands)

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: Come! Come! Coomeeee! Sensei! Amahiko!

Amahiko: Then I’ll go ahead and inform the servants of the house to prepare the bath.

(The five of them all founder on the floor)

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: COME OOOOON!!!!

Iori: He’s not going with the flow!

Rikai: The bait’s ineffective!

Sarukawa: This sucks! What a sham of a Minister of Sexy Affairs!

Fumiya: Retire, bonehead

(The five of them all complaining)

Terra: Um, what is everyone doing?

Fumiya: Ah….

Fumiya: Not enough Amahiko….

Terra: Huh?

Iori: Before I knew it, my whole body came to yearn for those acts of sexual harassment…!

Terra: EEEEH!?

Sarukawa: How bland it all feels now that it’s gone…!

Rikai: He got domesticated right under our noses…!

Ohse: Oh heavens, how terrific

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: World Sexy Ambassador!

Terra: WUH???

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: Sigh….

Rikai: (It’s the kind of sight everyone’s familiar with.)

Rikai: (The time we spent together on the regular was detrimental to our sanity, if anything.)

Rikai: (But once we saw what we had lost- how much of it was indispensable, important to us, it all became clear.)

Rikai: (Regardless, by then it had far been too late…)

Terra: (I mean, yeah but. I think this and that are like, two totally different things---)

Rikai: (And then separation came suddenly.)

Terra: (EEEH!?)

Rikai: Phew~ Great job there.

Fumiya: Big thanks.

Iori: Where are we off to next?

Sarukawa: We gotta head back soon, yea

Rikai: ?

Iori: ….? Amahiko-san?

Amahiko: …This will be it for me.

Amahiko: I must go my separate way from everyone.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: Eh?

(They all run up to Amahiko)

Rikai: What do you mean, Amahiko-san

Iori: I don’t get it…

Fumiya: Why

Sarukawa: What’s gotten into ya…

(The four of them are flustered)

Ohse: ….! It’s inevitable.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: ?

Fumiya: Ohse?

Ohse: Amahiko-san can’t keep doing whatever he pleases forever.

Ohse: He’s a person with a responsibility, with a duty he must fulfill.

Ohse: The home of his family is an important place he has to go back to.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: …!

Rikai: That can’t be…

(Fumiya grabs Amahiko)

Fumiya: Cut the crap, Amahiko. What’re you pulling this for now

Fumiya: We’re already too far gone, our bodies won’t survive without you.

Terra: HUH!?

Iori: How cruel! Take responsibility! For molding our bodies into this!

Terra: Waitwaitwait

Sarukawa: The fuck’s supposed to pleasure us now, huh!

Terra: What are you on!?

Ohse: Amahiko-san… I’m sorry…

Ohse: I… actually overheard the conversation with your father…

Ohse: You have no choice but to stay, isn’t that right?

Amahiko: ….? What is this about?

Ohse: Eh?

Amahiko: That’s entirely unrelated.

Ohse: EH!?

Rikai: Huh.. T-then, um Amahiko-san, why must you go your own way then?

Amahiko: The reason I must leave you all behind, is…

Amahiko: For the sake of my long-cherished dream!

Amahiko: To participate in the Sexy World Cup!

Terra: Hah?

Fumiya: Sexy World Cup….!

The five of them: It’s, coming, no? It has to…

The five of them: Or did it already? Wait holy shit… Here it comes!

Terra: Uuuh, uuum what? I’m like, so lost it’s making me puke.

(Luxurious, sparkling sound)

Amahiko: A sexy carnival held once every four years.

Amahiko: When this Brazilian tournament is around the corner, naughty rascals gather from all over the world to show such parts and these kinds of parts.

Amahiko: And from doing that and this sort of thing in public, there will be one sole champion.

Amahiko: The “Perfect Ecstasy”

Amahiko: The burners amuse themselves with lingalamambo and guzzle down lemonade.

Amahiko: Everyone- No, the whole world lays the sex within itself bare, to confront and release-

Amahiko: A halelamaya from head to toe!

Amahiko: A grand meeting of the Amorous Congress! That is! THE WORLD SEXY CUUUUUP!!!!!

Terra: I dun’ get it.

The five of them: I see!

Terra: HEY!

Amahiko: I will certainly be crowned with victory.

Amahiko: My life’s purpose of cultivating sexiness was all for the sake of this.

Amahiko: A dream that I have to fulfill, no matter the sacrifices.

Amahiko: It’s been the only thing on my mind lately, which in turn might’ve made me nervous.

Ohse: So it had nothing to do with your family.

Amahiko: They’re completely irrelevant.

Amahiko: The needed preparations will be done after this, and the departure abroad will happen without informing my family.

The five of them: Thank god!

Terra: Hell no!

Amahiko: However, there’s no doubt the professor will track us down if we all stand out from departing together.

Amahiko: I cannot bear the thought of being a burden to everyone.

Amahiko: Thus it is for this reason that we must separate.

The five of them: ….

Amahiko: “As to why I am so hung up on winning this tournament, I couldn’t have told you myself. However, I have a hunch that I understand now. Perhaps my answer lies within all these lovely days I spent with everyone.”

Amahiko: “The joy of others accepting you for who you are, the amalgamation of impulses that stimulates one as a person- it was impossible for me to not grasp the source of my own libido.”

Amahiko: “Everyone, thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. Keep in mind to nominate me.”

Amahiko: “World Sexy Ambassador, the Minister of Sexy Affairs.”

Rikai: F-from… Tendou Amahiko.

Fumiya: (And that is how we all ended up going our separate ways.)

(Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori all crying) Terra: THIS MAKES NO SENSE!

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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milady-pink · 2 years ago

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Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 2477 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"You Matter To Me "

Recipe Book

AO3

It was going to be a long day, Christine could already feel it. Her casual fling with her doctor has occupied so many thoughts, she almost forgot she was carrying a child she wasn’t too happy about.

Almost

The biggest reminder was her bladder was losing more and more of its control, and her stomach was slowly getting a little rounder each week. She wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for her deadbeat husband, still not looking for a new job, was paying more attention than she was. His favorite way of reminding her was dropping needlessly to his knees, and plopping some unwanted kisses to her bump. The whole thing only made Christine feel uncomfortable, and a tad guilty for wanting to take away his child.

But she knew too well that the second he heard that baby cry for more than three minutes, he would have been over it.

So, keeping her thoughts on her work and not the two opposing men in her life, Christine walked over to her favorite customer of the day.

“Hiya Jo, how are ya?” Giving him her best fake smile.

“I’m the same bastard I was yesterday, Christine. The question I wanna know is how are you?”

She gave him a sad smile, “Same train wreck as yesterday.”

“What about that charming husband of yours?”

“Charmin’ as ever,” she answered sarcastically.

Taking no notice of her tone he continued to ask, “And the lipstick smudger?”

“Huh?” She asked, confused.

“Oh you know, the dog on the side?” Then, almost to purposely make her squirm, he loudly declared, “The affair.”

“I am not havin’ an affair.” She hushed. “We just—“

“Are cheating with each other. Your lipstick smudged so bad it looks like someone gave you a good one.” Christine pulled out a napkin and tried to fix her makeup after his comment. “When you finish wiping off your indiscretions, ya wanna hear your horoscope?”

“No.” She told him, not entertained.

“Aquarius,” he starts, not caring what she said, “‘Even if your husband is a miserable snake, you probably shouldn’t go havin’ an affair, ‘cause its beneath you and people might look at you like a common hussy. Not to mention the pain you might cause other people.’” He finished the supposed horoscope, and continued to tell her his order.

“This afternoon I want the ‘Singing Tuney Fish Casserole’, no pickle. Well-done frenched fries, on their own plate. And can’t forget Christine's ‘Devil’s Food Oasis Pie’. Which is the one you should bake for that contest, by the way. Then once you leave your husband you can smudge your lipstick with whoever the hell you want.”

Deciding to ignore his rather insightful advice about her marital affairs, Christine instead focused on what he said about her baking. “You really think that’s the pie good enough to win?”

Folding his menu and placing it flat on the table, the old man looked deep into Christine’s eyes, showing how serious he was being. “That pie is a thing of beauty….with every flavor opening itself up, one by one, kinda like chapters in a book. First ya get flooded with a dark and bittersweet chocolate, like an old flame…then the strawberries, they taste the way strawberries were always supposed to taste, but you never knew how….and— ya know what? Forget the other crap, just bring me a slice of that dan pie. Whattaya standing around for?”

Christine let out a soft chuckle at the old man’s antics. “I don’t buy for a single second that you’re as mean as you try to look. You’re the best tipper in this diner.”

Over at the counter, after giving the old man his pie, Christine made it to the other waitresses just in time to hear about how Nadir had awakened something feral and horny inside of Meg. She eventually got to telling the girls that she was going to meet his mother tonight over a formal steak dinner. It seemed to be going fast, but the two work well with each other, both in and outside of the bedroom. The whole talk got Christine thinking of a new pie.

Sugar

Butter

Flour

Mix together Golden Delicious Apples with melted free flowing brown sugar….add cinnamon and some allspice…fold in to some cocoa chiffon until they merge together perfectly….top with peaks of everlasting Chantilly cream…

The Pursuit of Happiness Pie

“Mrs. DeChagney?” Asked a voice, breaking Christine of her mental recipe book.

Looking towards the voice she was surprised to find Nurse Norma walk through the exam room door, not Eri— Doctor Destler.

“I’m sorry, but Doctor Destler and his wife had to go back East for a funeral.” She explained to her.

“He flew East with his wife?” She questioned, feeling deflated that she wouldn’t see him today. And to be reminded he was married.

Looking up from her chart the nurse commented, “Are you feelin’ okay? You look like shit.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just— you know the baby.” She tried to deflect.

“Course. So, how has it been working with the doctor?”

“Oh he’s very…uhm..professional.”

The nurse lets out a laugh. “That’s what they all say. Such lovely bedside manner.” She then spotted the treat in Christine’s lap. “Is that pie for me?”

“Uh…yeah…” she answered rather distractedly.

“MmmMmm. What kind is it?”

“The Pursuit Of Happiness Pie.”

“I think we could all use some of that.” Placing the pie on the table, the nurse placed her stethoscope over Christine’s middle. “Strong and steady heartbeat. Here, take a listen.”

Without replying in the negative, the nurse placed the eardrums onto Christine’s. Sure enough, a loud heartbeat filled her ears, reminding her for once that she wasn’t alone, even after all of these weeks. It caused Christine to think of a letter for the child.

“Dear baby,

Let me start by saying I’m sorry. Please, don’t take it personally, if I don’t seem as excited as the other mamas jumping with joy over themselves. I wish I was excited that you’re with me. Or have faith that I’ll be as good as the other mamas, even if my life is a sticky mess, and this world isn’t nearly as pretty as they want you to think it is in those baby books. I don’t know what I can give you, baby. What if I don’t win that contest and we can’t leave Raoul? What the hell am I gonna do with you then, huh? Some days I wish I could just give you away to a good family that gives you everything I know I can’t. I wish I could run away from it all. What kind of mama is that?”

After a regular checkup, Christine leaves the doctor’s office to return home, feeling more alone than she did before she was reminded that life was creating itself inside of her.

Sugar

Butter

Flour

“Christine?”

She turns around to see who said her name. “What are you doin’?You can’t just come in here.”

It’s been weeks since the doctor’s appointment, and even longer since the last time she saw Doctor Destler. Today was a long day, as usual, but Piangi promised Christine that she could stay in the kitchen late today to make tomorrow's pies for the diner. There was a soft rain outside, which has been falling all day, making Christine feel like she’s living in a fog or a dream.

Makes sense then for a ghost to show up in the evening.

“I had to see you, it’s been weeks and…I can’t take not knowing how you are.” He told her, concern making its rounds through those amber eyes.

“Doctor Destler…we can’t keep doin’ this, it has to end.” She told him.

“Wha— Why?”

Trying to steal her nerves, Christine began to answer him. Honestly. “Because,I’ve been thinkin’ a lot while you were gone with your wife…an—and I can’t live with myself.”

“I’m not going to have a conversation about how insane this is, how bad my judgment’s been, or how sorry I am. I would only be lying.” He told her, earnestly.

Taking a deep breath through her nose then letting it out through her mouth, she knew this talk couldn't go on for too long, otherwise they risk the chance of ending up in each other's arms. “Please, don’t say anything else, don’t talk me out of it, just leave. I don’t even know how to do this, haven't felt like this…in a very long time.” She said, mostly to herself.

“Neither have I—“

“So, now what?” She asked, hoping he would leave her to her heartache alone.

Looking down at the various ingredients layer out before her on the counter, he motioned with his shoulder. “Maybe…you could teach me how to make a pie?”

Of all the reactions, that was not one of them she was prepared for. Slowly blinking as if he was a figment of imagination, she asked, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He nodded.

After thinking about it for a minute, Christine realized she hasn’t taught many people and this man that has done so much for her deserves to be part of it. “Sure, I could do that.”

“I actually have something for you….a present.” He disclosed, handing over a wrapped box from behind his back, never noticing.

A little suspicious but quite frankly, kind of grateful, she opens the box to find a black, stainless steel pie dish. It was beautiful, something Christine would look at for hours on a fancy restaurant warehouse website. Something that reminded her of her mama.

“I, uhm, had your name engraved on the back.” He pointed, eyes curios and versus to see if she likes it; if it wasn’t too far.

“Thank you, it's the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Blinking away the tears that gathered in her eyes, she tried to distract herself. “Uhm, I have some gorgeous blackberries.”

“I love blackberries.” He answered with a small lopsided smile.

“Great. We’ll make one my mama used to call, ‘Lonely Chicago Pie’. She made hundreds of different pies. They all had real weird names too.” She told him, crinkling her nose at the memory.

“Like mama, like daughter…”

“She had such big dreams for me. It would make her so sad to see how my life turned out.” Christine lets out a sigh. “Maybe I’m talking too much.”

“No.”

The simple word reinforced her sureness and continued on. “She would sing to me right in the kitchen when my daddy was in one of his moods. She taught me everything about baking… We had this song we used to sing together. ‘Let’s make a new one, mama what do you say? I like it when you let me pick out the name. Sugar, and butter, and flour, and mother.’” Christine helped pour each ingredient in the order she sang them.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” She asks him.

“I’m learning how to make pie.” He replied, slightly confused.

“No, I mean in this town. Why here?”

He takes a while to answer, even if his words hurt a little when he does. “We came because of my wife; she’s doing her residency here.” He can’t meet her eyes,but Christine is thankful for the honesty.

“Are you happy with her?” Christine blurts out, then, “Don’t answer that,” after regretting saying anything at all.

Even though she didn’t want him to answer, he gave her one anyway. “I’m not very good at happy. I tend to be a bit neurotic…” He smiles at her. “You calm me down. You…make me feel peaceful— needed even…. And you’re so beautiful, Christine.”

With her insecurities amplified by one-hundred percent because of how big her stomach has gotten, she finds it hard to believe. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…”

The doctor does something bold then. He moves around Christine’s body and envelopes her with his arms, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder with his hands holding hers over her stomach. Even his cheek, the unmasked side, fit perfectly next to hers, sharing the same breath.

“Christine,” he begins, his voice so soft and soothing on her wounded soul, “I can’t put into words, what your presence has done for me these past few months. Something about your eyes, like they hold words and sentences that I think and feel, but could never say out loud. I see all the words you wish you could say, and that made me feel so seen, noticed. I know what we’re doing is wrong, there’s no excuse for it. But if somehow we could have met under different circumstances, I wish we could have tried….to be more than what we are. Give each other more than what we can give right now.” He positions their bodies so that they now face each other, Christine craning her neck up at his tall form, and places one of his hands over her cheek and one of her’s over his masked cheek.

“I won’t lie to you and tell you emotions I don’t feel, but you matter to me. Your life crossing with mine has meant everything, and you were just being yourself. Whatever happens with us in the future is your decision, but know that what you’ve given me with what little time we’ve had will forever be remembered by me. Even if you want to forget and move on with your life, I’ll cherish every moment we had together.”

She feels safe, Christine thinks, here in his embrace. So she lets herself freely cry, every emotion running rampant through her she needs an outlet. Looking deep into his eyes where she sees a very hurt and scared boy hiding behind the mask of a well adjusted man, she tells him the same. “You matter to me, too. More than I could ever bake into a pie.”

The sentiment made him give a soft laugh, a hearty one. She removes her hand from his cheek, instead finding refuge in his arms hiding herself in his chest in a loving hug. They hold each other for a while, long enough for Christine to think of something else she’d like to tell her baby.

“Dear baby,

I hope that someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight. They don’t look at you, they don’t try to kiss you, and they don’t pull away. All they do is wrap you up in their arms without an ounce of selfishness to it. I hope that you become addicted to it, baby. Addicted to saying and doing things that matter to someone.”

That night is colder for sleep, both for the scarred boy with years of harmful words thrown at him, and for the little girl who has her own scars from years of abuse, only hers were marked on her heart.

#phantom of the opera #christine daae #raoul de chagny #erik destler #musical fanfic #sara bareilles #waitress musical #pies

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